Long Black Train

2196254-crybabywithsadfaceI believe that inherently in all of us, is a embedded DNA code, the God-given right to the pursuit of happiness, and at the same time, there is equally the God-given right to the pursuit of unhappiness. 13th of the month, another week of Mondays.  Don’t go riding on that Long Black Train.

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Dirty Yellow Dawg Democrat in The Slow Lane ….

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Oklahoma Indians are advertising their casino off the Interstate (Remember when they sat on the side of the road and sold you their trinkets?  Those days are long gone).  “Luck has no limits, a winner every seven seconds.”  Is how the sign reads.  So if this is true (which I sincerely doubt) why do we have all these expressions in our social vocabulary?

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Bombing The Neighbors …

Let there be fire

A Swedish man has been arrested for trying to build a nuclear reactor in his kitchen.  He had been working on the project for about six months with nuclear materials he harvested from smoke alarms and old clocks.  He said his goal was to see if he could split atoms in the home. 

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Fly The Friendly Skies …

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Man-man, here it is the first of a brand new month, time for more verbal intercourse with the whore of the Internet.  Another indictment of public education from the Blond headed kid who sat in the back of the room, writing YOUR NAME on his notebook and you never even noticed.

So, what should we discuss this day? Good News – Bad News – Is “Double Jeopardy” really all that noteworthy?  

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Test On Friday …

Old guyMan that expression used to literally send a chill up my spine in High School … “Smith, there is going to be a test on this Friday.”  Funny how times change, now I see people flocking to take tests all the time.

Each week on FakeBook I see all of these “so-called quizzes” where you are told the meaning of your name, how old you REALLY are, how smart you seem to be or could be.  I find them amusing. 

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Serious Notes On Focus Groups …

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Sitting here this morning, working or thinking about what it is that I want to share with all of you.  As it is my custom, I do this first, then I go read the bus boards and the news feeds, this way I try and keep this neighborhood squeaky clean and positive in nature. 

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Lost Wages

Dropping off the hill in Henderson Nevada, I gaze upon Las Vegas down below in the valley, shimmering in the night heat, she twinkled like a jewel in the desert.  I think I read somewhere that Las Vegas is an Indian term for spring or spring water.  Next time I run into the gunner I will ask him? (A friend who lives out there in that part of the country.)  My throat is parched and dry, it has been a long haul from Oklahoma.  Some 18 hours or so, now but just another log in the firebox of time. Continue reading