Good Times ~ Bad Times.

My friend Andrea, some readers remember, made me puke my last 3 addaBoyz up in the toilet at a party a while back. Inadvertantly — she told a Puke Story that was so god-awfully funny that I puked myself. Who could hold it against her? Still, by well into the next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about those dang three pills. So I blogged a post about it. To remember them by; to assuage my grief.

Not just for the 3 speed pills. For all the drugs anywhere that have died horribly in piles of vomit before their Time.

*bows head in silence*

Andrea read it & thought it was a Hoot. Better yet, she promised to replace the pills — and made good on it today.

Wow. I hurled those pills out of my own damn mouth and blamed her for Fun & Convienence. And she replaced them??

I’m not Worthy!

Andrea is part-owner of the Weathervane Music Hall. If you’re ever in Brattleboro stop by for tunes & a drink…

~~ ~

I’ll pop those pills. Freaking gleefully! Truth be told I already did. I say this: If you don’t have four walls & a roof of your own a few good milligramz of addaBoyz & a blog are about the next best thing.

~ ~~

House Democrats voted today to ignore speaker-elect Nancy Pelosi’s plea to elect ardently anti-war Rep. John Murtha as Majority Leader of their party.

The Speaker traditionally remains neutral — to appear above the fray — in party leadership elections. Pelosi broke rank with tradition and jumped In for all the right reasons.

Props to Nancy — she got Chick Balls.

Democrats have an anti-war electorate to thank for the congressional majorities they enjoy. So Pelosi vowed to do everything possible to stop that war. Murtha, a career Marine who voted initially to use military force in Iraq, strategically catylized the Democratic party — at the start of ’06 campaign season — to stand unified for Redeployment.

‘I think they [Al Queda et al] are trying to get this administration to stay.’ Murtha conjectured boldly, ‘I think they want us there. Because we have united the Iraqis against us. We’re spending all this money and diverting our resources away from the war on terrorism because we’re involved in a civil war in Iraq.’

Democrats today had the chance to thank their voters and one of their own for making Election ’06 a wildly improbable raw-knuckle Stunner. Instead they rebuked both; a depressing answer to the question: Who has the Power?

By appearances the Power is not with Democrats who favor speedy troop withdrawls.

RIP: the Good Mood that lingered since we Thumped Republicans last week.


The weather in Vermont feels sinister these days. Piss warm when it ain’t supposed to be. We’re bearing down on Thanksgiving with mercury holdin steady, day & night, somewhere between 65 & 70 Fahrenheit degrees. In other words the temperature tonight would be vaguely cool — not quite even chilly — in mid-July.

With the right kind of ears you can just about hear the ominous gurgle of ice cap melt-off streams.

They say Change is Good. Humans have enjoyed a stable climate for all our existence. But what the hell good has it done? They’ve been coming after us with their Armaments ever since we learned to protect ourselves from the Elements…

…So I’ll take a flying for the fuck of it Leap & figure the Change is Good theorem applies to Climate Change too.

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Dig: Hunter S. Thompsons’s circa 1972 description of California in the late 1960’s:

And that, I think, was the Handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old & Evil. Not in any mean or military sense — we didn’t need that. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. Our energy would simply prevail.

We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a High & Beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the High Water Mark — the place where the Wave finally broke and rolled back.

Nothing Lasts Forever. It’s incontestably the truth. The good times always die on their way up because they’re too good to ever come Down.

On the bright side: as go the Good Times so bad times must go, too. All waves roll both ways.

The best music is bittersweet.


9 Responses to “Good Times ~ Bad Times.”

  1. 1 dfect802 November 17, 2006 at 5:56 am

    lets get together next week and chew on our teeth.
    figure out a way to make water into wine ..yea>? coool.

    a quote you might enjoy
    “there are two kinds of drug dealers …those that use fork lifts and those that do not”

  2. 2 pippi November 17, 2006 at 8:52 am

    chick balls = ovaries..
    If you think about it, balls or testies, are very delacate & pale in comparison to the ovary…… just sayin.

    This global warming stuff is good at least for the state bird, the skeeter. I saw a bunch outside last night.


  3. 3 velmalikevelvet November 17, 2006 at 12:02 pm

    here’s to chick balls, and better yet, chicks WITH balls!

  4. 4 Mike E November 17, 2006 at 2:11 pm

    Hope I’ve not offended — but what you’ve described is precisely the difference between average-Joe balls & the superior quality Chick Balls.

    But to call them Ovaries would be Wrong. Because — in exceptional cases — some Dude with a proper attitude can be said to have Chick Balls too.

  5. 5 pippi November 18, 2006 at 8:40 am

    I’m not offended… BUT, I still don’t think they should be called chick balls.
    Read what my friend Sam has to say about it.
    (By the way, Sam is one of my OS homies. ~ we went to high school together!! And she rocks; and boulders, and climbs and is a cancer survivor & all round beautiful human..)

    It is all in the same vien as douche eater (and how douche eater came about.
    Our semantics has a huge impact on our thought process. When we change the way we speak we can change the way we think… Mind blowing, really.

  6. 7 xela November 20, 2006 at 6:50 am

    Cheers, TO CAJONES! (on chicks or otherwise) To cajones y corazon, they make my world go ’round.
    By the way after sexual differentation in the human fetus the tissue that becomes actual sac, ball sac that is, that same tissue becomes the vulva in females but we all knew that.

    P.S. The german word for Clitoris literally translated to english means
    “the tickler.”

  7. 8 DEXterity November 22, 2006 at 4:32 pm

    Unfortunately I sit in the “Village of the Damned” (Bellows Falls)and in my state of perpetual motion and racing thoughts. I await Monday the 27th when DEXterity shall be employed in my favor… THE FUCKING SCRIPT IS DATED FOR THE 24th and the receptionist floridly belched in my direction… the office is closed on the 24th and you’ll have to wait until the 27th. I considered her age and the possible onset of dementia prior to storming out of the office. Images of her chicken gizzard shaking in my face as well as certain people who this month will be led to believe that I no longer need DEXterity (emphasis on DEX) just so you know WHO this is by the way. Given that my “shirt off my back approach” to assisting other’s in need who become excessive in their demands and act as if I owe them something has been countered for once in a fashion that is well aversive to the extent to which they no longer speak to me. Once the 27th comes my dear Mike E. (not that I consider you ignorant but I am perceived to be gay so I don’t want to creep you out) you’ll be thanked in a DEXterious fashion for the AddaBoyz I was assisted with last month at your expense.

  8. 9 jayherron December 3, 2006 at 10:53 pm

    brother…haulin beef thats standin and watchin the miles go bywhile you do the drivin is the place for you-they got baptists down here in Florida handing out sacks of the good shit…just to make sure you keep that baptists little prettys standing all the way to the west side of the national turf-you sound like you’d fit right in! Theres bumps in the road !!

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