OPPositioning Revampment

 

ricardo says (11:57 AM):

 

How are you doing, do you have put on a picture of a girl sucking on something or waht?

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪says (12:01 PM):

No kidding; it reflects the white-trash slavery running rampant in our flock; I find 50% of families have this way of thinking & it must be changed

 

 

ricardo says (12:03 PM):

 

You sound like a retoric teacher, are you mad at something

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪says (12:04 PM):

yes as I have a big BEEF okay as I have been victimized and maimed consistently since childhood by various monsters such as these at different point in my life after I worked tooth and nail for my life for over 30 years, Ricardo

 

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪

says (12:05 PM):

 

 

this is an abomination in my eyes that our society has allowed this to happen right before their eyes without taking notice to the grave implication that white slavery is taking over here in this country

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪

says (12:07 PM):

 

 

it is very difficult for me to keep a straight face at the moment so to speak so I am practising healthy means to quell my anger at the moment

 

I practise in particular “chess” moves without moving pieces

 

by planning carefully every move I am making well in advance

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪

says (12:08 PM):

 

 

I have only played chess a few times in my life actually but after I found the story of Bobby Fischer from Feb 20 Toronto Sunday Sun

 

I was vaguely amused how this guy is so much similar to myself haha

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪

says (12:09 PM):

 

 

with regards to this paragraph in the excellent story – full page spread too

 

anyway, in the paragraph states

 

ricardo says (12:09 PM):

 

Tke it easy you are fast as fuck on the keyboard i bearly can keep up reading!

 

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Ramjet Pitala ₪says (12:10 PM):

“Fischer forfeited the first couple of games — then rebounded to annihilate Spassky — whose eccentricity was being the essence of decency and showing gentlemanly behaviour. He became a true friend and admirer of Fisher (even though their respective home countries were at war with each other & had completely different viewpoints)

 

k i will shut up now haha

 

 

Placing Value On VARIETY & CONVENIENCE

After speaking with someone this morning who looks almost identical to the lady that works in the corner variety & convenience store at the nearest intersection where I usually buy my staples when I run out of them, this brought to mind a very important priority in my life that I would like to share with you, and that is how I value the services that small business owners provide to every single one of us, for if it were not for them diligently working morning, noon, & night, for many long hours to sell the people their immediate supplies & staples, as well as offer other items that are unique in themselves, where would we be but like my foremothers & forefathers back in the “old country” who used to have to walk for miles to make it to the closest business establishment, including medical facilities as well.

There is one such place I would like to focus on in particular here, that is located about a minute away from me, within walking distance, that is run by a Chinese or Korean family (I am not quite sure which for I am only guessing based on their appearances). There is a fellow who works in there who I am assuming is the owner, whose life I helped to save about a month or so ago, within minutes after I wrote & published what I felt was one of my greatest blogs ever, when I decided to celebrate by making a fresh pot of coffee (as is my habit to do after I create a wonderful masterpiece), then on a whim I gathered together my last bit of change to purchase some cream for my coffee at their store. I walked in & went straight to the back where the coolers were & grabbed the smaller sized container of cream that was within my budget on hand, and walked to the counter, placing it there with my money.

The owner was no where in sight behind the counter and when I glanced over to my left, I noticed he was being held down by force by a woman who appeared to be high on some type of street drugs, mumbling stuff about wanting money & cigarettes, while what appeared to be her Charlie-Manson cohort & partner-in-crime stood in front of the door. I glanced behind me and noticed the few customers there just standing there frozen. The owner looked as if he was hardly even able to breathe and his face was looking very swollen and he was glancing at me in my direction pleading to get help, but I do not even know if he actually saw me there in his anguish & horrific plight. I looked at him and said, “Here’s the $3 for the cream” & I made a mad dash for the door, brushing past the guy by the door and tore down the street as fast as I could & into my house to grab my phone & call 911 (emergency) for the police. The episode I just described inside the store all elapsed within about one or two minutes at the most, and my reaction span was a matter of a few seconds, if I recall correctly, to the immediate urgent emergency at hand, and I did not think twice about endangering my own life. The only thing I thought of at the moment was to save the poor man.

Aside from the above facts I am telling you, I would also like to mention how important it is that we support these small business owners, whether how small of an amount we pay them. For example, I once noticed a sheet of paper on the window of the above-mentioned store, more or less stating that we should be supporting Korean store owners in their sale of cigarettes, rather than letting others take away their business by other means.

They are nice people and I especially love the beautiful & unique flowers they sell there as well; I usually buy 1 plant or flower from them a month; I bought my mother a Blue Hydrangea for Mother’s Day there. It cost over $15 with tax (quite pricy but well worth it). I cannot really afford these extra luxuries with the money I get every month, but I buy these things anyway, just to show my appreciation of beauty as well as for others to help them out, too.

Hitching a ride in the back of a truck for CONVENIENCE's sake

 

NOTE: I must wait another almost 3 days until I get my next monthly allowance, and I am very hungry today. Yesterday I did not even eat at all & all I had was tea all day. I still have not eaten anything because what is left in my cupboards is not very good. I would rather eat spit.

 

Chris “Angel”, Where Are You When I Need You?

 

What magically appeared flat damn in the middle of my desk today, AFTER I finished busily making the rounds, preparing coffee grounds, avoiding being ground into meat, and cleaning house this morning, shortly after I awoke:

Rocks, Sand and Reality…

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2″ in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So, the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. “Now”, said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed”.

The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house & your car. The sand is everything else, the “small stuff”. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your LIFE. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.

The rocks in YOUR LIFE, they’re nothing but RIPPLES

Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just “sand”.

 

What May Happen When Someone Runs Out Of Pot

I have heard of being babysat & having to be led to the loo, speaking from the perspective of someone who has ‘bin’ there & done that, fellas, and I felt the urge to jump to a good friend’s rescue today, a Mensch whom I respect to the point where I began one of my new profiles where I am a 5-star dingbat (supposedly) on his birthday, and since he is also named after a certain someone who I spent the longest time together with as a kinda puppy-love bitten lapdog, so to speak, I am showing you a fine example, Sir Paul, of what OUT OF THE POT & INTO THE FRYING PAN is really all about, especially when you really do not have Mary Jane or even the right handle that fits into the palm of your hand like a glove… & you can take that any way you wanna, chaps & girleez!

This is a copy of a magazine I still hold dear to me & keep good care of since the year of 1992, when I purchased this on a whim during my lunchbreak while visiting Farah’s Food Mart, which was then located beside the Hamilton-Burlington & District Real Estate Board where I worked as a data entry operator.

OCT 2002 VANITY FAIR MAdGe

As you can plainly see, your last hubby claimed to be COMPLETELY devoted to you, my dearest Blue bird of the flock, but only a dove will be able to see clearly without the aid of a dovetail joint, or so you Beatles’ members used to put it, that you will only be left out in the cold, in the long-run, just like that Black bird singing in the dead of night, and you’d better believe it, boy!

Other than that, I congratulate you, Sir Paul McCartney, and wish you the very best of luck, and that is why I have been faithfully listening to this album of yours where you so faithfully claim to believe in it, my main man! Either way, go for the gusto, BABYcakes! You only have 1 life to live.

FOOTnote: Li’l ë felt a rush of passionate fire & quickly rushed in to prepare this in 15 minutes (her numero-uno number, by the way), after studiously labouring today, in order to help her fellow man 😀

 

PSST! Before this bird flies the coop she would just like to mention, if you don’t already know, that she can kill several different types of birds, and all with 1 stone (a)*

*IN FULL view, for the public to see, while I was writing the very 1st blog ever, with my windows wide open for the world to see.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

Over Glorified Meat

Face it, people! We all suck in every single aspect of the word. That is one sure thing we all have in common with each other, other than being a suck when we’re moaning & groaning while complaining about silly things when we think that we’re not getting our rightful share and that life sucks in general. 

We all begin by sucking our thumbs straight-up (most of us, anyway) while we’re in our mothers’ wombs, and if it wasn’t for the medicinal & enriching qualities of the birth-milk we need to sustain ourselves, most of us would not have the advantage in getting a better head-start in life. Many people are taken off the nipple too soon, and it is my belief that this encourages thumb-sucking practices later on in life & well beyond the toddler years.

Most of us love to dine on choice cuts of meat that are also the product of farm animals that have been weaned & have only been nourished by nursing on mother’s milk alone, “before” they even get a chance to eat any other type of fodder. In this case, I see it as the sucks dining on the sucks.

Some cats are taken off the nipple too soon, as you can see from this photo I took

 

I get a real kick out of the name we give to meat that comes from a cow that has also not had a chance to nibble at the finer spread of turf mother nature has provided when we label it as “glorified steak”. Who, might I ask here, is the one who is really in their glory, in this case when a breast-feeding life is at stake at the expense of a few tender little morsels to satisfy someone’s palate – all wrapped up in fancy-schmancy pink paper & stamped with a label that draws big crowds & big bucks, without a second thought about it, as we often do with other big-ticket items available to us. And just think, it all goes through the same process as other things we consume, and straight down, into the old hole in the ground.

  …and some cat-nip, of course! Now I also understand the reason why Irish folk love to dance the jig, because their famous Irish Dexter cow is weaning young-uns who often weigh in over 200 lbs more than their own mother after nursing from her milk for only a matter of a few months! Not only do the spoiled-rotten children of the world love to dine on suckling pig & the whitest veal in the spread, they choose other foods to take their sucking fantasies out on, like slippery spaghetti, sweet ‘n’ sour gummy worms, & creamy, dripping ice-cream cones, to name a few.

 

   Getting saucy, are we?

 

My friend & I were recently killing ourselves laughing (meaning, there were never-ending tears streaming down from our faces) over a few simple little words: TITS IN MY HAIR, that we kept repeating all weekend like a rap-artist would in one of their zany songs, because when you really think about it, this is what life really boils down to, doesn’t it?

So the next time one of your kids, your hubby or someone else you might know is getting on your case & acting like a suck about things when they should just be sucking it up & forgetting about it altogether, you can start dancing around in front of them like a lunatic and belt out at the top of your lungs, over & over & over again, and as many times as you like & you feel is necessary in eliminating the blues, TITS IN MY HAY-AIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  If that doesn’t do the trick, you can always resort to singing that Prözzak song,  SUCKS TO BE YOU.

 This is another way you can pacify a suck

 

With that said, I shall bid you adieu, sucks!

& fogataboutit! (an artistic endeavour of mine)

 

Getting laced

Vanilla Crescents

 

This is a recipe (handwritten by my Austrian grandmother) for one of the most delicate, melt-in-your-mouth, heavenly cookies you will ever find on the face of the planet.

Omi's Vanilla Kipferl Rezept

When I found this not too long ago, pressed into one of my recipe books, I became very excited, because these treats are one of my all-time faves… and also my friends’ (now) as well.

Way back when I was a little kid, we used to grind the walnuts, after cracking them out of their shells, thru a very old-fashioned heavy-duty grinder, and roll the dough out on fine old cloths – which are still my preferred choice of working material (no pun intended).

The secret to perfect crescents is using a brand new non-stick baking pan & also a good tool to gently lift the cookies before cooling ON THE PAN & then gently folding the vanilla sugar & icing sugar mixture over them without breaking them. It is quite an art, & requires swift yet delicate strokes. People who don’t possess the knack or patience for making horseshoe types of shapes often just opt to making round thimble sizes or finger lengths with them, as shown in this example of these cute buttons made by a baker in our local market… but they don’t seem to come close in taste to my grandmother’s or mine, for that matter, now that I’ve developed the expertise to make them perfectly – and how I know this is by the way that everyone gobbles plates & plates of them up, without even thinking to save any or how many dozen they’ve consumed! They are truly addictive.

Similar market-purchased cookies

NOTE:

At the bottom of the cookie recipe above is

the ingredients for an excellent cake & the secret to a moist cake is beating the mixture for a long time.

 

Happy baking, everyone! Don’t forget to hide a few plates of them somewhere (hahaha).

R.I.P. Jack LaLanne

As I was sitting around reminiscing about in Lah-Lah Land today, while wondering why I’m not seeing enough stories & news articles about physical fitness but rather multitudes of ads including slogans pointing more toward the easy-way out in losing weight without any actual physical implementation of exertion other than to pop pill-forms of diet & muscle-building substances, including fast-food types of both diet & energy inducing bars & liquids, for example the latest fad in busting fat – the Acai-berry diet capsules, I was moving around anyway, little by little, in increments, letting my aches & pains take a breather from the weekend’s work-at-play/play-at-work endeavours & boy-toyz I like to delve into every now & again, like learning how to shoot & maintain these really cool beebee rifles called Daisies (yet another blog in the werks & to follow) to improve not only the flappy condition of my semi-lifeless computer-sprout arms but also with an effort to diversify my hobbies, interests & pursuits in crossing off as many items on my bucket list within the shortest period of time that is possible for me to do, blah blah blah… when my friend suddenly brought to my attention how Jack LaLanne passed on, fit at the age of 96.

 

 

Busting the myth

 

No sooner did I hear this, when I immediately snapped outta my dream world & carefully listened to what they had to say about the self-proclaimed Godfather Of Fitness, who apparently had the longest-running exercise show on TV & is the inventor of the most famous juicer.

Giving masculinity some muscle

This most positively influential man of stature in our history, who at one earlier point of his fame was warned he’d give people heart attacks, not only passed on his physical fitness & healthy-lifestyle tips for a great majority of the past century to both young & old alike, charismatic Jack LaLanne was a feisty developer of fame alone just by his display of enthusiasm along with being an enthusiast of his self-invented juice bar, enlightening while entertaining people of all races, creed & colour, flamboyantly standing out within an era wherein alcohol was the adult’s choice beverage of the time for lightening up drabby gatherings of individuals, never mind motivating the flabby.

 

 

 

Red Skelton is milking it for all it's worth

 

THIS IS ALL ABOUT MEAT

From a male on the internet’s perspective, of course!

Manly Man Food for Men:

How to eat like a man without having to read some wussy-ass book by Zach Whalen

Hey bros! Haha I said bros because this article is totally for all the guys out there, so anyone reading this who likes ponies and pink teddy bears and curling irons can just quit right now, because this article is all about motors and fighting and building stuff. I got the idea for this article when I heard some chick (probably Oprah) going off about her crazy diet and how all she does is eat salads with no bacon bits. Well this got me thinking that what the world really needs is a manly diet, for men. So what I did is I went around looking for the manliest foods I could find and then I assembled them into a balanced diet that would make any man go "Augh augh augh!" like my favorite TV character, Tim "The Toolman" Taylor. So anyway, here is the manliest diet ever created:

Puritan’s Irish Stew

Okay, Puritan’s Irish Stew is perhaps the manliest lunch ever invented. It’s like you take a big can of gravy, like KFC style (also manly, but more of a supper thing) and you throw in potatoes and beef and man stuff. Man stuff is like when you talk about muscle cars or just regular muscles and you tell your wife/girlfriend to go away because this is man talk. Anyway, Man Stuff is the main ingredient in Puritan’s Irish Stew, and let me tell you there’s nothing Puritan about the big manly flavor of Irish Stew.

Wings

There’s not much that is manlier than eating wings when you’re out with your bros for a night on the town, but when you get wings you have to make sure you get the hot wings and make sure everyone knows it. Like sometimes you might be offered honey garlic wings. DON’T FALL FOR IT. Honey garlic is like poison to real men, because if you eat honey garlic wings everyone will think that you aren’t man enough to eat the hot wings. You want to order the hot wings and when you’re eating them tell everybody that they’re "not that hot" or that you’ve had hotter, EVEN IF YOU HAVEN’T. Make sure to tell them this 5-6 times so they get the point.

Vector cereal

Next is Vector cereal, which I think is pretty manly even though it’s cereal. It doesn’t have any marshmallows or candies in it so that is pretty manly, and it’s made of flakes, which kind of reminds me of eating woodchips, so that is also manly. Basically Vector is the cereal that you eat when you are a professional athlete like a football player or a guy who punches cars really hard. I don’t know its exact effects, but it probably helps guys get super buff or it makes it so you can sprint across all outdoors without even breaking a sweat.

Energy Drink

It’s important to have something to drink with any manly meal you might be having. There are lots of manly things you could drink, like beer or motor oil, but everyone knows those are super manly so I’m gonna talk about energy drink. Lots of people get a cup of coffee when they need a boost, but coffee is for crybabies who hang out at Starbucks and read the New Yorker. A real man would reach for a can of Red Bull or Monster and chug it like he doesn’t even care. You want to make sure that after you chug an energy drink you do something awesome to show everyone how jacked up you are. Like you could crush the can on your head or you could even rip it apart with your teeth. After that, your ready to stay up all night swapping manly stories with your bros or playing Risk.

Hot Fudge Sundae

I know what you’re thinking: "Sundae? What is he talking about? Sundaes are for wusses and babies!" And you would be right except that you’re missing the key word here: HOT! This is not a wussy cold soft serve sundae like anything you might be thinking of, this is a sundae that is smokin’ hot and full of chunks of fudge (as a rule of thumb, anything with chunks is manly). One time I was at Dairy Queen, about to order a Flamethrower Burger (which is what I eat when I go there because it lets everybody know just how intense I am) and this guy in front of me is like "I’ll have a chocolate sundae." He meant just chocolate, not hot fudge. I just laughed out loud, cut right in front of him and ordered a hot fudge sundae, then I was all, "What? Were you afraid you would burn your tongue?" Then I took my hot fudge sundae back to the car, and didn’t even let it cool down before I ripped right into it. The heat was pretty intense but it was still awesome.

Okay, so now that you know what foods are manly, you should just eat them whenever and not even bother with this "everything in moderation" bullcrap. Don’t be surprised if in a few weeks you get super buff or a barbed wire tatoo appears on your arm. That just means the diet is working and you are getting even manlier. That’s it for now, so until next time, stay manly bros.

copied from http://www.maximumawesome.com/section2/manfood.htm because I absolutely adore pink tattoos!