What's Got Yore Zmas Gnead?

Maintaining thr Status Quo... Yet Standing

2011-06-27T21:10:00.000-07:00

What Yore Papa Dont's Will Know More...

2011-03-07T07:14:00.000-08:00

FROM DAWN to DUSK , or what? DUSTeurree?

2011-02-22T04:35:00.000-08:00

WHILE Zmust DID COME nGO as We Spleakert... A KITTY GONE HOME TO 'Z MAKER is NO gone w/o Heart to Return

2010-12-25T13:26:00.000-08:00

KITTY KAT DISPATCH:CATS may Disappear.... but will life 12 yet dawn?

2010-10-22T14:56:00.000-07:00

If aTHE CAT disappears...what is the process...for never has it gone without my notice...This time HOWL-ever...and precipitationally behencing the dragon month enOCTUBROEUL... I am hesitant NOT to know that a prank has the ensued nuance to have taken place.

He HAS been a regal cat by all pretenses and make-shifting accommodants for tolerating the more lethal of the animal kingdom whereas far as the psychee glot it's grip in thr brain...but I have had no dreams of him prowling beneath some hedge somewhere...to let me know he's yet alive (for twice before when lost, I got such a clue at his whereabloutz) ...or perhaps he has been smothered by ashes post-eaten (not against the local tradition either).

But WHEVERTZ he beith...I do hope I shant be haunted by his mere presence at halloween festivity against my ego'd will to have known otherwise the afore-hand.

Many happy blissings @Dooce who, wands it all for keeps.

NEW POSTS NEVER USED OR SERVED YOU FOR FEAR TO CHANGE ENTIRE TREATMENT OF USURPED HOMELIFE.

2010-06-02T13:37:00.001-07:00

So I just won't post ONE more blog to MY contentment to save YOU from finding out how ruthless an entity can become to prove you were right. SO I wont.

But I will use the lil flick I prepared just to dress it up ... for a boring blog NEEDETH the stamp for ART-approval onto it.

Tricking my Tenure at Artsy-Flareds with TempeeTurnal'd Expressive

2010-03-11T03:03:00.000-08:00

I helped a sister set up an artingfact-based situation for aThe Perter Purpose for engineering a classroom stealth to make a still-life ZING. When arranging the elements in a reflection of a giant silver platter to rebound and redound the light fantastik... we notices that the trail of reflected fruit had a permanent sense of the orbiting planets around a singular sun.

Not like a SunDOG, or paraHedralitally encompassed gnarphting flikkerance that ubhails the senseless heart for stirrings...NOPE, just a singular sun against a reflection of an empty platter... but OH, how those fruits zing, Zang'd and ZOOMed onto the elemental will to produce it quicker and never better.

Hope she wins a first in the art show...My own art (done many the months hence several years before that one...Wast not of any heraldry...but for being copied and used too many times at newstand levels and television commitments...and I beez quite unstrung and unsung for it.

Part of mein isht shown the abloved.

WIFFLE BOOM AGAINST SEEING THINGS

2010-01-19T08:24:00.000-08:00

When ever I am forced to 'see' something at the behest of a more psychic-realmed brain than I am ever given credu for... I am blamed by these listeners as if I sought the darn image to bareforth a truth I hadn't asked to know in aThePrimary instance.

So back off. Lay up treasures in your own hearts you lilly-livered generation. I'm not pussy footing around anymore with YOUR will to have something learned that might advantage a whole realm... just don't lay it on MY door step...your forever will to WiffleBlompt the air of sophisticant tribunal with smellier than unholier crap than YOU could EVER imagine.

But I'm a blonde now. I cut off all the red hair. So watt's YOUR problem with it now? Too "factbased" for Yeez?

NIGHTMARE ON MY STREET aNOCHE.

2010-01-19T08:22:00.000-08:00

Talk about your bad dreams! And I DID see that very image there in one of them the other noche upon scrambling out of view for having just witnessed the incident implied.

I witnessed death at the tail-end of occurance. Not the act itself, but that's ALL I have to say.

PREMONTIONS

2010-01-15T21:12:00.000-08:00

I can't stand having these Pre-menutial'd enticements requiring anTHE entire participation through terrorizing sequences of visions and hearing tidbits of information unsuited to everyone else's will for cheer... especially MINE.

So why must it be endured?

Beats Me.

Why aTheBrain Jumps from Thing to Thought...?

2009-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00

When I claimed my will to post something new this moment... (in an entirely distinctly different direction...) I marvelled at two thangs.

Just at the moment when I typed my aka: PASSWORD into the lil diaglammatikkam thang for retrieval of entry rights... (of which the two linking words BOTH commence with the doubleness of a triumphant need not to say...) the mere thinking of those words made me think of a movie I cherish where Sandra Bullock and the protagonist and worker at a Chicago Bound Eltrain (or sumwhertz) saves the guy who is clubbed and falls onto the track down below....

Now the actual scene is when a taxi deposits Sandra (forgotten the actual characters name, but I'm sure it will arise mid splurt) at the front of the house of the victim which she has quite overtly and forgotten by now just to be charmed to have a family interested in her Christmas predictament to find herself quite without any at the hospital of the previous group of scenes. She is greeted by the FAV head of now deceased and formerly DAD of "everyone loves that guy MORE" sans Ramone... Wait, no it's the other guy...once attorney (likely dead also, of a group of fabulous actors who remain silent till now...for they have literally strung out their lives for too little credu in the amount of holding any cinematically engineered industry together) and HE is the GODFATHER of the guy laying in the hospital now too deeply into comma for anyone to be regarding as significant with this personal moment.

ANYWHO: They (our heroine and the Godfather with smelly pipe (or was it a cigar?) in bitter and chilly evening air) sit on the porch for an all too brief moment that I have cherished my whole movie viewed life since then. For, & when she ends up sleeping on their couch, AND the commatoze Son's younger brother (Bill, or was it FRED?) Bill Pullans (ahem, guess I forgot last name for it's will to think of a train with similar name and we've already held the ELTRAIN held out as being part of the overt plot) but ANYwho... the scene just before SHE is alert to waking in yet another stranger's house is too immediately absconded by the ruthless and particularly WAY TOO hysterically FUNNY** scene for a routine will for the newspaper delivery CHILDletteMale on a bike and in the snow to snap out of his jubilant revery for tossing a newspaper too earlier and forcefully than he'd actually awoken yet for his toothpick limbs to betray he was never the part of an early newspaper delivery person for very long. It was so very funny. (**for said scene's capacity to snatch the bait for cheer entirely AWAY from all current movie's intents for combustiBILLity arriving)

I don't know WHY a heart should lead me here with just entering the mere password directed for something else (with no relative connection) into the mindback of my blogging anticipational slurp... No logical explains but one. I was there in an instant, but at the same moment WASN'T.

BUT however those connections become of their substantive capacity to wield a thought entirely out of it's realm with logical sequencing of data of a mind's will to simply read left-to-right and consume something other than planned... or even previously thought about with absolutely no anticipationalizing at all. But, I do have to admit this right now... I am a grateful predisposed hysterical person that hears and perceives against all cheer, but mostly my own...but for this one and precious moment that relieved a stress against a heart.

And, well -- despite how much it degrades part of my life to have this much flakiness of brainpower to lead my around by a mere strand of misplacing letters where I forgot the real reason for entry here at Blog Status...I empower YOU to realize... it isn't against my will for it to have happened.

A MONTH of aWILL to PROCEED forthing

2009-12-22T05:22:00.001-08:00

month from hysterical will to leave a house alone and without will for it's chirp in a vacant heart to plead more funds from a Governing bored of my tried head, lest they can pillage me a further bit to ignore all the terror they have previous to now and already enduced. BUT...

Making sure you understand that I have an opinion is NOT a goal that I relish to ANY degree. But making sure that if I indeed HAVE one (an opinion) that it be shared elsewhere for aTHE primary fact that THIS be a pillaged site and no one bought my right to earn the rights and cash from the original nature of my pages (this) content.

And when I DO prevail elsewhere, it will NEVER be to intend to make anyone hathing pillaged off of THIS place a richer fellow.

GAME PROFILE 2Daze or BLAME, not URz for SAY.

2009-11-28T09:09:00.000-08:00

THIS is the thing.
If this score bees right it will have to suffice agianst the day therein.
Which is now.
So here GOes:
Meez:12 They'umz 28/9ertz

WHAT? Not wanting to see a movie called TWILIGHT never taught me to learn...

2009-10-20T15:17:00.000-07:00

What? I didn't want to linger in the supposition that I couldn't remember the color for the 'prom' dress that the vix'd she-wanton demonette was of a will to don w/o any pretense for a failure to have willed a color more suitablurt.

So I never went. I only drew copious mini-versions of numberless concourses of coursaged bidden nuance replete with tones of fabric for some designs, and lesser amounts for other designs I personally rendered (for my academic right to have persued FASHION ILLUSTRATION with Figure Drawing allures for my college preparatory entice) which I would never get a chance to show others. But they did linger in my heart...for while I was of strong objection to the principle fact that I didn't agree with the script, or book or whatever they call the nuance of what was brought forth against cheer and chortler... I couldn't ever get over the sense that I had actually partaken of part of this experience my very self...for the descriptions were not to soothe me as being original to the book I was relegating every moment and dime for that particular New Year's Eve when I traveled into the big king sized stack of delivered-at-cost primal instinkerree, to know that I would not enjoy it enough to wantonly bask in the standing of prank lines that tickets threatened never to amount to the enought for the lost casted against the societal chirp which bade me to inbribe myself to dis the second of the tri-glyphting metOpey.

So I write a huge run-on sentence to relieve myself from any suspicion that you would e'en to care WHAT I thought of the nyggardly diatribe against my wholesomerr'd mind.

A Predictions Nuance w PreGame be Posted

2009-10-11T01:29:00.000-07:00

Hyper will not to have to deal with my own lousy method for predicting a sports incentive for gaining some eyeballs toward real gnead to examine the thinkski behind knowning with a firm resolve who will win a game 5 times now in sequence. Guess I'm never going to know how precision be determined for I stipulated 18 point spread...but the the goal wasn't supposed to be 18th on the pop chart of mistaken benevolence toward team prowess placementalizing'd status gnaraunt. P.S. Why doesn't it make sense to spell lousy with LOWZY?

Merriam-Websterring

2009-09-24T18:23:00.000-07:00

I think it is entirely ODD that my brain does not reconnoiter around some terms that sound as distinctly APT to their approach with my brains easily adapti-blurt propencity for collecting a sound and putting it where I think it immediately applied.

And where as Merriam Webster stirred me recently whilst waiting for a longer-than-usual entreaty for learning a word's meaning... and probably 'chortle' while I am there in the brain... I noticed a sound of Webster...Web Stirr and how remarkable a name was fit to it's imperilled application...Imperilled? Well, while everyone has a collection of 3 or more purchased dictionary's in their home... and well spent money as evidences that compelling will to HAVE need immediately for more discovery on the illusive meanings of some words... and right there on the web, where it becomes a stirr of memory connections and blurring probability that surely no half a minute to spare, and here it comes as if magically produced for you.

And poor Noah Webster never was to know that his last name would become too adaptably accepting of it's future employ at stirring the web into a blurr for words and meaning which all have come to find enjoyment for accomplishing at the rapidate at locutorial level for post-gnarphtic cemetarially nuanced entreaty.

Now other web words overly try me as well but only in a time/space/continuum sort-of way, for startling oneself into standing still and surmising that I hate not having that thing there. That dictionary with electrical enticement. &Whereas that two paperback dictionarys I have right here and lean next to a monitor with keyboard...their lettering is now so, and way too small, so that I can't clue the words anymore... probably for the faded and brown pages not in high enough contrast to the letters as well.

Web (spiders) Webbed (duck's feet, swim finns --all compelling motivations for getting somewhere!!); Link & Thinker-linkers; linger with Linker; Inquired + inkWired; la la la ...until it starts to drive me completely gnuts.!! But don't even look at the possibilities I see with Merriam...Merri-I-am with it's blissed cheer for speeding a word use to my finger-glypts!

Funny though, I never even use a spellchecker.

WHENever and IF ever I draw another Caricature...

2009-09-12T06:58:00.001-07:00

I am, and painfully do I admit such...a caricature artist. A mere "Sketcher".You know, the ones that sit ruefully at parade-side; public fairs; economy-ride carnivals and, too, I suppose that some aspire to Disneyland for higher forms of pay to draw pictures that the public demands at YOUR expense for a lifetime of experience to accomplish their will to be 'had' in merely 2/3 a minute or less--and onto a plane of paper with charcoal or a splash of color...they can immediately roll up and place a rubber band on and hand you (merely) a check which may or may not have a financial statement to sustain the blow to an ARTISTs too much reserve to chortle up a ..."come again!"

But what if you WANT that position as an artist with Disney somewhere. And, where people get to keep their treasure w cash aloft, and up front. THESE are THEY with exceptional talent to coiffe the man, woman or child in a mere instant...thus supplying a will to linger a bit longer for the trial to keep the nervous leg twitch at a stunning humm ... and with the goofy giggle that NEVER (well, HardlyEver) lets itself go when in the presence of a true Master of the Craft. For to be in a presence with THAT kind of art skill... whew! But whatever for?

We with that skill, never will to have known what we all eventually DO end up knowing. The cheapskate with the elegant brow, will persue you FIRST with his idiocyncratic myrth of a plastic debit card, but you get to say NO for once...there at DisneyWorld or DisneyLAND your craft was revered for once..and you don't have to accept anything but CASH on the line and up front for you know a face so well before it's even drawn, and having drawn and drawn and drawn too many with that very same face, WHO coincidentally ALWAYS tries to chisle you down to a minus sum for he adds his wife and child to claim you havn't any right to magnify a price if only ONE piece of paper is involved. That DNA provides the very evidence for that man's pert quip is an astounding thing--that is, having once learned it.

Should you take such for granted you will not have remembered...THIS man with His check was the very same face (not person, just face) that said the same, enticed you into making ammendments to your will not to have to linger longer albeit the same piece of paper...to accommodate his two children as well... and when you accepted the check for being too young and not at DISNEYLAND yet to know better...you hit the financial institutions with glee for the mere NEED is too strong to think they were using an empty space in the bucket they call 'getting even'... and no funds came up to substitute for your child needs for a pair of shoes ...or the lackluster banner crossing the shoulder to get to keep the crown one of them gladly showed such a monkey of fate...never to get it back...

That is what a character study ARTIST learns in his craft. THAT those with that precise face and style to manage your brain are NOT those that willingly pay for what they claim they want to myrth your pockets empty linings with as well.

But to boot. Here is their pay off. THESE same fellers or madams that will cheat you have that very same skill to know by YOUR electric expression , that you are theirs for the plucking. FOR you have a propensity to love others and eagerly await to serve them when they come with all their spectacularly accomplished en-robidged brainings to coiffe themselves with a rarer combing and that pair of pants never fails to identifrighten you away from attempting to please that you might get cash in return for all your expertiese (oddly, by too much practice, too much capacity to have learned the forbinging skills of observation MAKING you a Master at what you do)...they raped your face in an instant. And knew you were good for the mere gulliblurr'd nuance of hope on your expression to have said, "I'll try"alone. They don't want your "try". They want your very most un-humble will to cram that paper down their throat--for no one ever knew what you know about them... And it will hurt both ways.

Your failure to get bucks against their lost ego at being found out to be a miser.

What of it?

That ship has rocked me too soundly since 2nd Grade. But if I stop here. You won't want to miss what I might have energetically said against us all. But then, so will others learn. And I fear to shread more light upon those faces ... for our lives are not sound or even OURS with this knowledge to pursue is being about with rampance and that was a missed need to know.

DOTH a VIABLURR'd FURBALL live UNDER PLUTO's CRUSTICULINE NUANCE?

2009-09-08T07:17:00.001-07:00

How about it SCIENCE? Weren't we appraised a little bitzy bit too early that Plutonium Planetarrynuld itself with a blither and bloom against YOUR interps about what ith the ICECRUST nuance made FROM? How can a droplet become without the inital place to hang itself inorder to determine the enFrosterly statelings? HUH?

Maybe a speck of dust on one formidablurtizing crusticular'd nuant of treasured earthlike soil is beneath PLUTO's belt of Crystaline-Ice-Reprimanded encrustikkan'd chortle and YOU beez the nyggardly bunch who thought that weren't worth much?

But if a dusty lil speck of DNA so too small can surrender the likes of a giant mondo brain'd entity like HORTON who heard the dust speck screaming out in one officially dyametrically placed movie for MY obslervantry to acquire an attached brain toward connection with theorums toward a balance of mind...Then you ought to change your theorum at least to determine PLANETARY nuant by a percentage and likeliness of ICE to Dust and the percentile of unlikeliness that anything might ever collide with such a small thing as a crusticually capacitating nodule that might eventually eeklips my totally neurotic brain for chastening dorpy di'thr-agnostics nuantlidgers like thinesrlbes in the science overly wanding gnarf of MEN who chortle against the smytherly sniffing-outs of perceptions that percieve what ain'tz been figured out for gubillions and zupillions of yaron'd deviced hopperlindtz.

Patti Melt Technology Analysis Quandry

2009-09-03T15:36:00.000-07:00

Patti-Melts aren't really my favorite Americagnostical for sandwich enticements. But then sow too your old man's perspective on 'Global Warming'. It just ain't sown up like they've said. While it's rather tasty...it's not one you want to sink your teeth into more than once or twice a month.

Lovely thought. My Art-only brain told me this. I wish some Scientist w Art in thr bloodstream as well ( for artists are observant and they listen too well) would address this.

Could someone please make a movie for this... and then we'd have enough perspective to welter weight my diagnosis of what YOU call Climate Changing Ice-Pack Melding Global Warming....

Be a Buddy Burner Victim to last 2 Winters

2009-08-25T10:07:00.000-07:00

WhudammI saying with sending you an important Clip: http://bit.ly/X8F9u Join the will to save the humor of our 'kids' (ahem), but our children as well.

Haven't we all seen those group craft activities for young scouts or resurrected survival units with a prowess to keep the brain aloft during struggle or famine or other-Wised? Did you fail to see the amounts (in shear numbers) of BUDDYBurners that allocated themselves to be a vital, viable addition to these aka "survival" units?

While we only prepare to PAY huger sums by stashing cash or cords of wood or lots of blankets w electrical connects for worse-case-scenarios...can we ever even IMAGINE that there might be a'light's out' mandate during a FREEZE for some reason OTHER than the FREEZE? Well, THAT connotes preparations.

Gander at this lovely littleYouTUBE connect and My accompanying visual...Get a program defeating your will now NOT to provide yourself with a wisdom that raw food is not digestible for the BRAINs need to be compassionate w even yourself...The BuddyBurners are good little shallow cooking device and repeat themselves against the loss of too much fuel. Get the few scant required materials and make these for your kids at least not to suffer if your own ego prevented YOU from finding a value there.

Weather Baby

2009-08-18T07:47:00.000-07:00

I am not used to telling the events that harbinger the weather patterns as predicterrs with what is coming up this season... as if a truly FROZEN WINTER was about to be placed upon it's wings and come around to smother a life without whelm'd-overlings against cheer. But I will say that. And thus it was SAID whenced the first graphic of mind went out and never returned and wasn't for MY will to gain a rightful cash... and to Ad to that, no one cared. NOT one single person. And a life's stash of cash-based discipline w original skills and over developed talent went under rated and stolen and pretensed of no value, but used wildly everywhere, and/but NOT here. Here, where I would catch a glimpse and justly say...Hey, I made that. My life promoted it's wisdom to dispatch it precisely THAT way.

What MadeYou Love Danny DaVeto??

2009-08-16T10:18:00.000-07:00

Clearly, whenever I get a hand on a CD or VideoCasette Moronic which has the face of MrDVeto in my fingertips...I swell with pride for knowing how comes I can stand to see that mean old feller play and too many ambigiously contiguous parts that claim my immediate and adverse will for playing and paying what sums I have to encounter these 3-4 accomplished nuances for "ahem" ENTERTAINMENTizmoic express'd will to chortle agianst myself. WHAT is that reason?

MEAN MEAN scripts... crude crude notions of how life should be for conducts escaping that man's reason for enticing us with these nuanced notions...Priviledges my will for knowning myself and HOW'z dome THIS feller BEHOOVES me for watching to many the TAXI nuance'd rerun for moronic will.... THIS I will SAY BUT ONCE:

WE ALL LOVE THIS GUY's FACE. AND who can deny him entrance into our house? HE's the cleaver with the play pal for wil'ds against it's knead. So buck up or Pay someone with a face lesser'd cuz w're all again the faces we love now.

I BOUGHT THESE. I perspective MY right now to see them for free, for I had some wisdom to claim the faces I loved for keeps. BUT no... and KNOW... they tapped YOUR precious will to be of yer Cable'd nuanace like the deceptive and willfulComCrassTIk (they think yer all pornHeads) or DTVwenchlings that ll substitoot for your will to pay @ THEIR priviledge for seeing FREE.

No thanks. I bought 'em I'm not paying a cent. I'll go without entertainment the rest of my life for their bastarding us to save for a car or a trip to grammas, cuz thems starlets all have to have everything RIGHT THEN AND NOW it's our turn to suck up... or never have brains agianst their willpower to over come the tab they think they have rights to for flagrance in abuse to determine a play's worth of your will for repeated view. NO SO. The claim was that they don't get paid in between, to wit: WE have to endure their repeats of arrogance. And honey... that is not a trip that I will endure...

But for Rhea. Now has SHE been too abrupt and abusive and overpower and obnoxious? No, she has been plain and precious and not of a will to be comblaataunt against your crude need just to tap into a rerun or too. Or hast SHE NOW? Perhapse not with a will for it's known, but she'll play up to one of the lesser knows to get a 1/2 of their will to SCAM us out of our right to eat and convene for one short memory.

We're busted folks. The faces we loved are farces and it behooves us never to have been there or done that or scene'd elsewhere with any one that looks too much like a star in our presence, for they pretense to own some right for the failure to look around and see what made them stars. The presence in YOUR life of others who looked just like this fella or that dame... which is what familiarized you instantly to them.

That Thar Photo is noKnown Manipulate: It be for REELs The Stealrtz

2009-08-16T09:21:00.000-07:00

No, I am not complaining if someone comes into myChristlike demeanor nr challenges a right to use my own original and non-touch'd up photog of the scape nr flutter'n outlooker'n me own kitchen window. See for yoreSelf you dolt. It'll pop up elseWar'd and I'll sue 'm for slander. My ART... my part for the share.

The Con'd Glom ErrAte Extractshun'd Willtz

2009-08-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

No this ISNT' about having eaten something too disagreeablurting about... but for a mere fact of HAVING eaten MANY too much of the pasty nuance for Crap the Gov gets too loaded down with in their farce for deBACH'n us all for aThePertTHRIFT motive w life.

They B'dz suppos'n that everOne and everTHANG is for the chortle against pension programs that I would wagerr only 17/18% of the American populace have even Got in their hind pockets for all the substantive review the Gov fails to initiate...for it's never known to be precisely that SLIGHT of a narrowingr'z Margin for safety. So HOW is it that they might as well think also that many would have any storage at the front of their house called a kitchen window that see's all the neighbors head'n out for the grocery story, and knowning that by their not heading in that direction... they are signalling AS IF they WELL some grander export/import concimiento propencity for largess everywhere else.

Whell, Ize gots news for the GOBERNANSKI: No where is there safety now. You cannot assume some cash stash and your whole gov plan will fall flatter on it's face for thinker against FACT. TOO many go without a stipend for healthplan in their family's for they need the cash on hand just to put groceries on thr ttables NOW. Can't our estute group of governance claim for that amount of knowledge for their constituency'd groups of VoterDump?

Get a Grip now Fellows. These are the facts of what behooves you not to prepare yourselns' wif your own HealthCare survivor tips in a manual too Ruthless and Useless for the rest of Americanski.

Jargon i find difficult...

2009-08-15T12:59:00.000-07:00

What ever town you go to these days...there's always bound to be some young upstart willing to spout off his mouth in what we can safely pretense as 'brown tongue-lashing' gone belly up. Sure to annoy any one with the more jovial of these expressions, I am clueless to undertand an application...let alone the devolving nuance for such as have me stymied.

The first that might set of the trigger is the only one I'll find safe for telling here. It's that stuntman's continual will to claim that he can't wrap a head around something... WHAT? When did any one's HEAD or even the neck alone have such an capacity to be of will even to WRAP itself? Am I getting the spelling wrong...or was it 'RAP my head around THAT' ither way...it doth not blend itself into MY thinks at least. What are any the rest of you have heard lately that gnaw at the Pshaw of your safe and saner perspectived negotiations with tellin taller tails and such?