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

 

 

MARRIED MEN ONE CAN SAY “FUCK OFF” TO

                                 

This is a fine example of someone who refuses to leave another alone, even after you have made it clear to them you are not interested in them but have gone out of your way to be cordial & diplomatic with them enough to teach them a thing or two about the things they have been complaining about. They are persisting on more or less “cajoling” me & I hope this is the correct word for what I am trying to get at here. A few nights ago, while I was studying a very important topic and also a difficult one to absorb and I clearly posted on Facebook that I was busy studying for the next hour & a half or so, what do you think this married guy did? He, at precisely 8:20, when he noticed that I had an update in Windows Live Spaces, or on Facebook, I presume, proceeded to message me & call me sexy or something of that nature, at which time I told him I was studying and busy, I believe, but either way, I have saved all of our conversations with each other, or most of them, anyway, since the time I first met him.

Some people are just assholes (simply put) so don't give 'em any ifs, ands or butts

Last night he did this to me again, by right off the bat, by butting in & saying “Hi gorgeous”, to which I replied “fuck off”, and he then added “sorry”, to which I did not reply up until today, in full view of the public & my friends:

                                   

                                  Edith Carolyn Kuechen

Stop calling me names like sexy & gorgeous off the bat when you can clearly see that I have problems and lead a busy life. I think you are nothing but a spoiled rotten child & if you do not stop this shit, I will delete you from my group of friends

Friendship

There's a BIG difference between a hungry baby & being eaten alive for dinner

 

(NOTE: the note I left him is at http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10150210199357877&id=602997876#!/profile.php?id=100000097420045)

The Fine Art of COFFEE CLUTCHING (Intro Level)

When you sign into Windows Live Messenger as Available & you see others there in succession beginning from the top of the Faves & working your way down to the ones who are Available, Away & Busy, on Mobile devices, and the rest of them, including what is being stated in the caption lines, for these are OPENING LINES to incite other people to think & comment, are they not?

 

Get with the program, bird!

Also, I like the SHOT GUN, something I invited that I have a bit of fun with. This is when I first enter my password into the Messenger sign in & I’m watching the green & blue men spinning for about a minute or so, depending on how busy things are online with messages coming thru & such (for we must all take these things into consideration as they are all a BIG part of the picture people seem to wish to neglect to see for what it really is thru impatience & greed alone), so when the list finally pops up, usually the people who are online right off the bat will pop up in little square of individuals in front of you, to alert you they are there, but this only happens for a couple of seconds at the most, so I sit and wait like a lion in the bushes ready to pounce with a pencil and paper at hand to jot them all down on it, so that I can form a little COFFEE CLUTCH group, so to speak, of people that can perhaps get together right off the bat and discuss similar interests or issues they’ve noticed have arised in their community or home lives, for instance. They can also discuss things they are doing, like hobbies, school, or work, or even business endeavours and often, if it is agreed upon, private matters or troubling things that might be playing on their minds, and by playing it out online together, they often become resolved so that everything can move on in a peaceful fashion at ease with themselves and the rest of the world, including people they might not be able to withstand, for this is all a part of life, whether we like it or not, day in & day out.

 

In general, what I am trying to say here is that these habitual practices most people get into the habit of through generations & generations (from my experience & education in these important daily priorities, in my opinion) have somehow lost their meaning over time, and I find in this day & age, because of all the foreign mingling, lack of education and street-smarts and basic coping & survival skills that have not been taught by our parents are causing this to happen, and in the aftermath of it all, this can cause a tsunami of a wave of turmoil in the minds of those who do not deserve to hear & feel the pain of selfish people who cannot wake up & rub the sleep out of their eyes enough to see they are fighting with the wrong people sometimes. So please wake up & smell the coffee beans, as well as pick a rose or 2 in the morning and stop to smell them before you do anything, and if you’re still feeling grumpy, and wanna try & get dumpy on the wrong guys, I suggest you take a quick trip to the loo, as well, or you might just end up like this guy here who seems to be left out in the cold, for some reason.

 

Intelligent robot in the line of fire by out-of-sorts person getting out of line with the wrong people being helped by a trusty sidekick

Enough said!

 

Happy day to all & don’t forget to SMILE*

 

*even if you don’t mean it sometimes 🙂

 

 

STONE-COLD CRETINS beating bumblers all to hell

Example A :

This entity says “hi” repeatedly,

beginning  at 12:38 AM a couple of days ago

while my STATUS is showing as BUSY, as follows:

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jasi says (2:50 AM):

oi

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I was slightly distracted & unnerved, to say the least!

 

BULLY BABY

who does not even give 1 a chance

to greet their honey let alone take off their coat & shoes!

 

To this type of situation, I would show ignorance,

meaning no reply or acknowledgment whatsoever,

because the person did not ask me a question, simply put. 

Cracking out with The Hammer,

2 of the oldest tools in history

 

 Example B (from a couple of hours after Example A):

Messages you enter here are delivered to a mobile phone or pager. Your contact may be charged for this service.

…جفااف الورد… says (2:54 AM):

الووووووويات

اححححححححححممممممممممممم

This entity, who I haven’t even spoken to at all and just accepted into my circle after they invited themselves into it just a little while ago, is using their cell phone (which means they are most likely on the road or walking somewhere outside or at a friend’s or family’s place), but either way, they were rude in interrupting me while my status was showing as BUSY and they used a language I do not understand & need to look up in a translator (because that is just the type of person that I am, which is INQUISITIVE & wanting to get behind the answers & meanings to things, which most people should be doing as a consistent daily practice in everything they participate in, in my opinion.

 

Example C:

This entity began to message me “again” while I had my STATUS was still showing BUSY (and had been for the whole time);

jasi p

 

jasi p says:

 

me add skype

 

jasi.jasim

 

me add skype
jasi.jasim

 

ola.

 

oi

 

oi

 

 

 

 All in all, it is “this” that which makes me really seethe in anger… “sometimes”, and I say this because I have had plenty of experience with this outlandish behaviour coming from adults mainly, from being a customer service rep most of my life and having to multi-task at lightning-quick speeds because the daily duties had to be accomplished within the alotted time-frame most people work in a day, which is 8 hours, with a half-hour or 1-hour lunch and a couple of 10-15 minute breaks.

 

FOOT*

NOTE: in his caption line he is showing the same type of mumbo-jumbo I can’t understand and he’s using a cry-baby emo face, which in my eyes is a sure sign of trouble, folks!

Full thumby sucky-babe dummy…

or should I be saying this kiddo’s a dumby (in this case)?

 

Example D:

My Staples’ desktop Part # is 13, so it ain’t bad luck I thought… at first!

After using that & my steel futon for less than a year after purchasing them brand new

then rushing home to put them together, only to bump into my bro, who at that time,

was still on speaking terms with me, and asked if he could help me put the things together

while he was drinking beer (and I was too, of course),

and the side of my furniture that fell apart was the one he was supposed to have tightened

with the Alan-key (no pun intended here) that I had provided to him.

Enough said, folks… for now, because I have volumes full of exhibits of dumb-assed behaviour that can cut into just about anyone’s time plus cost them a lot of extra money they cannot afford, including that of employees, their employers, homemakers working from their own offices, and even your average everyday couple, for instance when their inlaws are steady dropping by unexpectedly (hee hee hee). What else can I say here but people are just stone-cold ignorant, in general, if you take a good look at the stats I have been collecting for several years now.

Mal enfant blowing off steam

because slowpokes keep gettin’ in the way while

sheez handling the sausage-meat

 

*what I would like to give to the people who do these stupid things I have been outlining “just” to demonstrate in so many words how harried our lives ‘can & do’ become (which in fact “we simply CANnot DO because it all gets blown to the wind & shot straight into the pisscan (excuse my French), when we find ourselves having or trying to be forced by these individuals (which they most certainly are, because I am showing from my surveys in statistics & the common patterns of  human-sheep, or so I like to refer to them as), to be involved with them when we never actually asked them to become a part of our lives in the first place when they invited themselves into it right off the bat.

 

P.S. Before I cut this long-winded blog short (just like I do with these idiots by not even giving them a chance to get any further ahead (which I am fairly certain they are not… not in this life, anyway) I would just like to mention how us hard-working nose-in-the-books kinda slave labourers operate and the emotions we have to succumb ourselves to and mask as best we can possibly do from the outside world, regardless of how awful they are making us feel, because it “just” ain’t right to treat them poorly now, is it? And especially when they are supposed to be treated as our equals. To sum it all up for yooz howdy-doody kinda thumb-twiddlin’ underevolved & never-involved-in-very-much nitpickers, grumps, gossipy goils & gargoyles of evolution, there has been a symbol or two missing from the total equation, but that is only my opinion, of course, so “just” stuff it all in your hat with a grain of salt for the time-being, and as time allows you, you “can do” what you will with it, but don’t come running back to Big Mama EMM (or perhaps she is a wee bit on the thin-side from being eaten alive by sharks), ’cause all she has taken upon herself that she really “can do” is look in the opposite direction and walk away, yet still keep an eye behind her back plus one in every direction at the same time. Yep, I really “can do” that while 😀

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”.

JOY became lackluster along the way

It’s really strange how some things outlast others. Take Dove, for instance; it’s still around after all these years, but JOY seems to have disappeared just like the Pledge (can) maid you used to see floating around like a breeze. When you see this from a cleaning administrator’s perspective, it can become rather tricky here ‘n’ there trying to get into the nooks & crannies that seem to have been missed somewhere along the lines of having become obsolete, as if this precious space might purposely have been neglected, even though it should be important to us & free for all. Let me shed some light on this by exposing the dust, perhaps by pulling back the 

CURTAINS

I used to know this old scarecrow

He was my song, my joy and sorrow

Cast alone between the furrows

Of a field no longer sown by anyone

1st 2 dandelion variations of Spring Wildflowers my Berry rolled upon

I held a dandelion

That said the time had come

To leave upon the wind

Not to return

When summer burned the earth again 

WTFever happened to the simple pleasures of skipping stones (Adam Sandler) no pun regarding being in a fever

Cultivate the freshest flower

This garden ever grew

Beneath these branches

I once wrote such childish words for you 

HOPSCOTCH is not all it is chalked up to be in this day & age

But that’s okay

There’s treasure children always seek to find

And just like us

You must have had

A once upon a time

  

Songwriters, Elton John & Bernie Taupin

These are people who composed the song  about how

JOY became lackluckster along the way…

LET US PICK UP THE PACE A BIT IN POLISHING IT BACK TO

LIFE!

 

FOREIGN EXCHANGE

Thank-you for taking the time to write to me in various languages, often misunderstood, my friends.

While many of us that I’ve been meeting in the net

who spend a lot of time here, are in some type of turmoil & discomfort, to boot
(if we only could, IF WE ONLY COULD…)
 
for the time-being, we have each other to help ease our woes

for we are all in the same boat,
most of us here in this circle,
by having been involved in some type of injury that has incapacitated us,
or have been befallen by other pretty hefty disasters,
or even just being born with certain diseases that other people cannot understand until you really get to know them,
like the “drowsy” disease that my good friend Clark Kent* has, for instance,
and also the “shunned” ones of us (myself included) for being oddballs (to put it mildly)
or for feeling free to exercise our freedom of choice over our sexual preferences,
plus there are a lot of single parents & children needing attention here,
including the ever-increasing amount of teenagers who need guidance and a little bit of extra attention,
and lest we forget the elderly who are neglected as well.
 
The ones that are also being added now are the people who are bashed just for the names they carry
(believe it or not, for instance “gundogdo” which is common Turkish),
and of course,
the ones who choose to express themselves quite artistically & controversially through their artwork endeavours,
ultimately provoking negative reactions that were not meant to influence the narrow-minded.
 
Either way, I am glad you’re my friend & you are all very special to me, and I will always be there for you in any way
so what are you waiting for, let’s kick some MAJOR(ESS) ARSS,

big time! 

PS  Have ya noticed how the boy is a little smaller than the girl? That is a rhetorical Q.

 

*pseudonym