I Cleaned Up A Room

Woo hoo, I just cleaned up a room. A reading room type of place that became a place of the worst clutter and squalor.

I've been sitting in the midst of that filth, stacked up stuff, stuff tipped over and sliding all over the floor, bemoaning it.

This morning I was sitting there and had to abandon it all, it was so depressing. Then I returned and sat there, stewing in the misery.

I mean it was bad.

But now, I've got it all straightened out, shelves dusted. Everything's pretty much in order. The only disaster now is inside the closet.

I came across some notes that one of my Grandmas sent me in the '60s, so that was nice to sit and read. I read one and half. Slowly, sentimentally.

It's easier to do things slower and with more meaning in a clean room.

It's nice to be able to go in that room now and not feel automatically 10 times worse.

I Wrote About Gravy

I also lost somewhere around 5-7 followers at Twitter. Maybe just a coincidence, since they're the ones no one wants anyway, those trying to sell things or whatever. I don't even know which ones they were. Not ones I was following back. Kay surah surah.

Anyway, my theme today was "Gravy." This is at Grandma Slump. The original idea was "Going Beyond The Same Old Grind," which is still a good idea I'll probably do sometime soon. But then I jotted down "from guts to glory to gravy," with this "teaching," that You want the gravy and glory, you need the guts ... No guts, no glory, no gravy.

Not extremely funny but weird sounding when you go on about it all day. So it was an initial post in the morning about gravy, then four bursts of tweets through the day on the theme of "Guts to glory to gravy."

I was a little amused by it myself. And that's what counts. Because no one else is here! I know that. And you'd know it too, if you were here.

Eggs In A Basket

Uncommon wisdom: Don't put all your eggs in one basket. For maximum safety, use a separate basket for each egg.


In unrelated news:
I try to learn one fact a day. Today I learned that Rush Limbaugh is still a jerk.

The Raw Sewage Tweets (Collect Them All)

Changed the litter tonight. But by the morning the cats will have left me a surprise. Not exactly buried treasure, since they don't bury it.

There's several good things you can say about cats. 1, unless they're really, really sick, they don't do it on the floor. Very disciplined.

But I see them in the box a lot. One eats his breakfast, then I'm getting mine, next thing I see his head sticking out of the box.

It's not a pleasant sight, but like I say, they have the discipline not to do it on the floor.

I'm more of a dog person, but dogs need all kinds of help. I have my dog out so many times a day! A vampire couldn't own a dog.

The process of digestion waits for no man. It's always "ready or not, " as regular as clockwork.

I've heard of saints who didn't really have to go to the bathroom, like Therese Newman, I believe her name was. Saved on toilet paper.

She just layed in bed and ate air or something. And air doesn't need digested, just breathed back out. I think she ate sunshine.

Something like that she supposedly ate, very lightweight stuff. Wouldn't be enough to fill me up, a few watts off a light bulb.

It'd be great to be a saint who could lay in bed all day, though. I don't know. I guess there's advantages to getting up. Like a life.

I myself ate regular meals today, including going out for Mexican food for dinner. That's around 20 bucks plus tip, so it's not cheap.

I could've gone to DQ, had a flaming burger, some fries, a drink, and a sundae for under $15 and no tip. So maybe I should've.

I'm disciplined to a certain extent. But then once in a while we feel like splurging a bit.

Anyway, I'm like the cats ... when tomorrow gets here it doesn't matter if you ate steak or canned soup.

The guy at the sewage plant stands there with his big rake and knows you're awake. Always monitoring the intake.

If I worked at the sewage plant I'd keep it very impersonal. Like I'd monitor the flow but just average it out.

I'd guess tours at the sewage plant include a lot of laughter. Like "You can set your watch to it, the toilets flushing at 8 a.m." Ha, ha.

I think of that in the morning while going to the bathroom. Like, How long does it take for this to get to the sewage plant? Do they notice?

Let's say you work at the sewage plant and you have a sore stomach or a migraine. You feel like ---- and you know exactly what that means!

Sewage plants loomed large in my imagination as a kid too. We had one at our town we always drove by, big metal domes over it, sanitary.

You figure, it's domed and round. There must be a big scooper under there stirring it all up. Then it turns into varnish and they sell it.

It was different at some of the smaller towns, like where I also lived. It was just out there in the noonday sun in a big square pool.

They had signs on it that said "RAW SEWAGE. NO SWIMMING." Most people violate a rule here or there. I never knew anyone to violate this one.

Surprisingly it didn't stink. But I never got that close. The worst one that stunk was one that I believe was enclosed, but maybe not.

We used to think anyone who worked around the stinky one would go home with an apparent beard like Fred Flintstone's.

The intake valve on your face, continuing to breath, would be plugged up. Then the creeping brown would outline Fred's beard shape.

No Buzz From Oysters

I believe I said the other day that oysters were the new peyote. That when I eat them I get a buzz, not exactly hallucinations but a buzz.

But tonight I ate a whole can of them and didn't get anything. The stew kind of burned my tongue a little, but that's not desirable at all.

Someone says, What about your buzz? Yeah, I have a burnt tongue. OK, that's really worth it. The best thing, it satisfied my craving for it.

Koi Ponds And Naughty Profiles

You know, on Twitter we ought to get the girls with their naughty profiles together with the guys selling koi fish ponds, a partnership.

Then whatever naughtiness the girls are engaging in, they have the beauty of a good koi fish pond in the background. It'd soften it, pretty.

Given the two, I'd probably look at the girls, but I'd rather BE with the fish. I know the fish haven't been out fooling around.

I'm in a follower race with a guy on Twitter named RatRaceTrap. Currently I have 4 and he has 13083 (seriously). He's getting complacent.

It'd be interesting to know how many of his 13083 followers sell koi ponds or have naughty profiles. I would guess he's going for numbers.

But say you had 13083 followers and you decided to prune them out. After the first week of constant work, you'd just forget it.

As soon as I do any project that involves thousands of whatever, I start figuring it out...if it takes me 34 seconds for each one, that's...

He's running a lot of quotes. That must be a life, poring over books all day looking for inspirational stuff. Good old Churchill and others.

One from today: "If we are together nothing is impossible..." Ho hum. Or "Things get worse before they get better." Tired stuff.

No offense to him. He's not saying it. These guys from the past, good for nothing but the quotes they first Twittered back then, said it!

I like the quotes by "Unknown," who I guess I could claim to be. "To get what you've never had, you must do what you've never done."

"To get what I've never had." I've never had syphilis. "You must do what you've never done." Ignore the koi ponds, turn to the girls? Ha ha.

I'm writing a book here. How come no one else jumps in? Am I the only one with something on my mind? Oh, right, it's an empty warehouse.

The Oyster Posts

Wanna have a mystical experience? Overdose on oyster stew.

Oyster stew gives me a buzz. I haven't had any junk for a month. Don't tell anyone, OK? Let's keep oysters legal.

Seriously, oysters are the new peyote. I went out in the wild and made some oyster stew over a campfire. I saw strange beings all night.

You ever heard of the merkabah vision of Ezekiel? It was oysters that did it. Babylonian oysters, the good stuff, very rare, black market.

I tried to enlist and go to the Iraq war, just to get closer to old Babylon. Risking my life for oysters. Didn't pass the physical.

The blood test of course is what did me in. I tested positive for oysters. And the weird thing is I hadn't had them for six months prior!