Last Stretch, I Think, of This Thing That Universally Wants Correction

Hope I, as so many haven't, survive through that happy segue to the following ever after...

Still very anthropocentric, and my concerns are with the uneasy dead, the challenged and challenging living (among them loved ones and contemporaneous public figures), and those permitted to look back upon us. The tone is often one of heartsickness or hilarity, but these can get seem unclean times - and the common arenas (television, the Internet, radio... Or not, in that last... and our often unquiet minds) are still teeming with faces and voices (notably not participating terribly much: those whose driving desire is to join with either what is lost or what will be new and as yet unknown.)

Last night flashed with watershed realization for me, and I look forward to the lunar new year through a scanner, darkly, and from behind brittleness. But we are not dead yet.

Personal LULZ: I cannot get emails to come through to william.robert.way@gmail.com or to williamrobertway@gmail.com, and am still leery of ATT's network (though my only access is landline and G3; but once bitten... Many instances...)

Big Ideas? Why Don't You Make Money, You Bombed-Out Miscreant?

I've said it on facebook, but I'd love to know if Lena Headey could pull off a REAL Joan Crawford experience. If I've communed with Miss Crawford, her overall effect, the essence I glean, is one that is light and airy, yet uncommonly substantial. She's spry, bright, bird-like - economy, efficiency in carriage - but not scattered... Disciplined, rather, and pleasant. Dominating, but unobtrusive until she must obtrude.

What a woman! She's the protagonist in a story any one of us should want to be. I would be head over heels with Amazon or Netflix producing a short movie in which, say, she finds herself with a personally involving "do the right thing problem" - a dear friend, she finds, is blacklisted (not necessarily an anti-commie phenomenon, that), and must surmount not only her friend's usual idiosyncratic hurdles and (her?) darkening defeatism, but must rally all her social clout to beat back petty barbarism in a heroic uphill battle....  Still protean, this pitch....

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Tiangong, the Chinese manned space platform, is due to crash back to Earth early next year, and it seems like everyone's said its demise is a matter of course. But how daunting is the goal of launching, in cooperation with all parties, a robot tug - fuel, thrusters, and a remote-controlled drone, one that could accelerate Tiangong into a higher, more stable orbit, and increase its longevity?

The International Space Station is pretty much booked and scheduled through its expected retirement, and wouldn't it be great if the Chinese government in cahoots with, say Bigelow Aerospace, provide more manned orbital platform for India's space program, or Morocco's?

SOOPER ALERT: ATTN: Apertskid (AIM/AOL)

As we all know, AOL Instant Messenger will be a fond memory by December, 2017. So before I lose my chance, I'll periodically send this alert out from Blogspot/Facebook/Twitter/Tumblr/elsewhere...

apertskid from AOL INSTANT MESSENGER/AIM, please respond! Here in comments, or to williamrobertway1977@gmail.com!

I know that somebody with Apert's Syndrome got this, my old screenname - Apertskid - and that I would love to strike up correspondence/friendship with this person. I think it's a guy, but I'm not psychic...

Much love,

Joke of a Dude, or, That Damn Shame of a Sissy, Will Way

Sacred Lotus

Original painting from 2012 or '13 (BY YOURS TRULY); acrylic, gold leaf, and rhinestones on birch board - probably destroyed by Tenderloin Neighborhood Development Corporation during my criminal displacement by Donald Falk, Nicole Grays, et alia after October 2014 - called "junk" or "trash" by Nicole, in point of fact....

....Not to mention, a lesser lotus on white paper (the characters reading, "Respect for those who came before; compassion for those who come after"):

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"From the deepest, darkest mud grows the most beautiful lotus."

Three Links I Like Today...

http://www.new-otec.com/

https://howdoyousaythatword.com/

https://twitter.com/Refugees

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Happy emoji day!
エモジデイをおめでとうございます!
⌒(o＾▽＾o)ノ

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Experiencing life difficulties due to Mom's sciatica blow-out... Am taking her to Colusa for a follow-up to the recent Glenn Medical ER visit... Wish me luck!

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Coming to a Hot Topic t-shirt nowhere near my intolerant black ass...

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My plausibly deniable, imaginary boyfriend's name is Mike. He's from Napa and is a Lance Corporal in the United States Marine Corps (reserve). His code name with the CIA is Sweet Pea. WHISKEY BRAVO GORGONZOLA!!! HUH GUYS?

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Sometimes It's Enough....

....That my heart is of 18-karat Lakota Gold, fit for a white trash puppy-love trinket; and that my cigarettes are stuffed with Perique tobacco.

(I love the superstition about not settling with Indians out of court -- that must be what's kept me poor -- Cherokee on my Oklahoma Grandmother's side.)

Tatonka-I-Yatanka

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There Will Be A Light

....For Anthony Hill....For Bettie Jones and Quintonio LeGrier....For Keith Lamont Scott....And for the Rhoden Eight of Pike County, Ohio (three children of the family did survive through the nightmares in their heads, and should live though they might forever be scarred....)

So many of us still live, and through this day, scores drown in the Mediterranean escaping North Africa; Athens is on fire; Cairo and Caracas bleed.

But this isn't over, and we shall overcome.

UPDATE: Just on PBS: Since 2005, 82 non-federal police officers have been charged with murder or manslaughter after having taken another's life in the line of duty....

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I have yet to be compensated to my satisfaction by Walmart for the fact that one day, I put Clackamas meat in my mouth that never should have been sold. They still try to put on their self-indulgent little shitshow every time I come in to buy groceries, but as recently as yesterday, what did I see in the meat department but this:

I have a pretty good feeling about Doug McMillon in Bentonville, and I doubt he'd have a problem chucking the several thousand I averred would mollify me onto the NetSpend card for which I gave him and his people the routing number and account number.... Then again, he could always just donate to my GoFundMe site for these dang house renovations that are so pressing....

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Jonesy's still missing, I'm pretty sure; it looks like somebody else dropped off a "new" cat of the same breed by our house -- one that is still under the house and has no interest in us. I hope she is altered, otherwise mom's going to have more kittens on her hands....

Sarah at the San Francisco SPCA (where Jonesy has her papers for having been altered and innoculated) asked if I had reached out to local law enforcement and animal control. I assured her that they've made clear, in both Colusa and Glenn counties, that I'm not to expect to be protected or served.... Odd man out, for some reason or another (not that I didn't try.)

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My New Fitbit

Inspired by the shenanigans of Mr. Poullo Oconne:

(Speaking of which, I'm sorely behind - *SMACK!* - on updating my blogroll/links... Of course I could boost my traffic if I just do a little legwork... Smart blogging, y'all!)

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では,ちょっとお願いがあるんですが... ^-^

Gardening II: The Upside of Walmart

Just to prove I'm not some bad egg who got lucky with some foreign matter-contaminated ground beef from the EVIL CORPORATION THAT CANNOT GET ITS SHIT STRAIGHT, I'd like to point out that store #02053's (Willows, California) nursery is bangin' for Spring 2017. Here's a look at today's offering -- get those violets while they're hot! (And yes, plenty of herbs...)

Petunias

Bougainvillea

Some generously proportioned daisy -- variety name begins with a "C"

Geraniums -- the real thing, just like Drew Barrymore's in E.T. THE EXTRATERRESTRIAL (1982)

Dianthus (Sweet William -- that's me!)

Some sort of golden calla lily -- probably wants more shade than we get in 7B...

See, Doug McMillon (Duke left with a $140,000,000 kiss behind the ear years ago -- my bad), you evil hillbilly, I'm not just out to fuck over Walmart. But clearly, I ain't fixin' to be no Nova Lee Nation, neither... I got you by the balls, fuguratively, my grip being my possession of certain stuff that never should have been sold at your stores yet was. (Pony up, pretty boy! You owe me more than $30 for that shitty hamburger -- can I get an "Amen," readers?)

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エッチな外人とやりたいぞ!

"ね,あんた,何を見てるの?もう一回お向むかいくんって裸かな?"

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Mikey -- Still Alive?

Ooh, baby -- Lance Corporal, you're so hot. I haven't seen you in two years, and I miss you. Let's make out and fuck...

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Hear It, Vice President Gore? Whale Song! Either Canada Needs a Chuckle, Or William Way Some Attention!

"May I confess? As I was drinking that initial ill-advised cup of coffee, I felt so proud of not coughing that I accidentally swallowed some the wrong way, and almost expressed a lung! Sorry -- what do you want? I learned irony at the feet of Alanis Morissette in the mid-90s.

"(That said, Ms. Morissette, I just heard Ms. McLachlan speaking on your behalf; she's very cold there in Nova Scotia, but doesn't she nevertheless own a kind house in which to live? Give her a call...)

"Thank u India

Thank u terror

Thank u Dr. Eichelberger

4 to-do lists, yeah!

"There. Feeling better... Oh, thanks, Ms. Mitchell, I love ginger snaps! Don't mind if I do. (California's the bees' knees, I must say, though I know I shouldn't... You know, as a native...

"Where was I? Oh yes, thanks eldritch voices: Hypothetical: you're about to lose your life -- what do you watch? An entire first-season episode of 'DeGrassi Junior High'; the gay bareback porn clips accidentally pre-empting Trent Reznor's and Matt Pinfield's pilot of 'Eh, Canada?' on MuchMusic; or Atom Egoyan's laundry drying on the line in this fine January weather? What. Do. You. WATCH???

"...Dunno, really. This is what we've got. All I had was the idea for naming Canada's first nuclear submarine the Alexandre Despatie... Honest!"

A couple of Canadian players who began as children doing skits in a hallway...

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Casual, Red-Eye Reflection

Dear fellow souls,

When I consider topical (Trump-derived and culminating-in-Trump) kerfuffles, what should come to mind but your average, inner-city, devout-Muslim owned-and-operated bodega... No, there's no liquor, but there are plenty of cigarettes; you can buy a $2.oo charger for your janky old flip phone (a nod to the geographic and socio-economic reality); and you bet the hot dogs are halal -- BUT THEY ARE A YEAR OLD AND THE CONSISTENCY OF SHOE PLEATHER. The business struggles in a way, when half mulled-over, it seems no urban American small business should.

Non sequiter-like, I now jump to the dynamic obviously shared between what and who really animate the Trump phenomenon; and its objectively more disparate and odd-bedfellows opponents: both "sides" exemplify, agree upon, and talk past each other about the imperfections in the modern human world that truly imperil humanity's long-term viability.  We truly are in the end-times, and what's at stake is our species-wide Linus binky best described as being a comforting, penultimate-resort fear we have that for certain, whether or not we continue to survive is to an unfairly large degree our responsibility, and will be decided by a painfully lucid, collective decision-making process, global in scope (Cylon model 2's faux-philosophical mutterings on our worthiness of survival be damned...)

Calls of "Let them in" at Dulles? Check and weak-yet-advantaged countercheck... The rigged game plays out, and even if you're as sappari Japanese as Zatoichi, playing your weighted die in a personally unfamiliar yakuza gambling house, presuming too much even as you are fundamentally certain never to incur traditional physical punishment, ultimately uncertainty takes over, and nothing is as our faith would have it.

Crisis will not be forever deferred... It inshallah will be upon those of us who live to endure that moment. The many recently deceased luminaries of American acting and performing no doubt earnestly pity the remaining billions who have yet to perish... (Thank you -- presumptuously -- Miz Fisher, Miz Reynolds, Miz Tyler Moore, et alia for your sorrow and compassion I now know you surely cast back at us from the sweet hereafter. Please rest in peace... May we endeavor to carry on.)

(I loathe what Mr. Trump appears to be about, but smvrti satya needs be connected by the ligaments of karma to the world of similitudes, which is so helpful to mullahs, rabbis, and other such boddhisattvas, whose burden and joy it is to successfully instruct the more fortunate among us... I right now, more than anything, am just keenly, primally and uselessly stung with my enviable place among hoi polloi, comparing as I cannot but the President's lot with mine...)

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I guess what I'm wondering, in (you might self-servingly, blamelessly argue) a neo-liberal way, is this: is it so cruel, objectively, that refugees and immigrants be excluded? What quality of asylum does our greater-in-aspirations-than-in-concrete-accomplishments nation offer? Bootless speculation? Mayhap -- I'm hardly any more an agent than the sicaria running inexcusably toward the worst cardinal direction from obvious consequences, or a 1990s London party girl who just kind of got stranded with a murky immigration status in San Francisco lo these last twenty-odd years...

As always, yours in trying too hard to be of more use than a MSM pundit or an holidays-with-family-dinner-table-screaming match, and falling inevitability into the usual contemptibility,

American and human William R. Way
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Only 39 and Due To No Fault of Mine Another Dream Sails West...

This is the year of the Rooster, and I am a Snake in Water... Grumble -- this was supposed to be a gangbuster year for me! I'm fresh out of debt, with a clean credit history, and was just starting my savings plan so that I might travel to Mexico and to Morocco, to learn Spanish and Arabic (respectively.) But with Trump in office, how can this come to pass? Already, Iran slams its doors shut in response to our legislating America's making mandatory that we as a country all agree to commit the very sin of Sodom itself.

Ma, shou ga nai ya na...

Thai Forest Tradition

(Raw fucking tomorrow, at the latest...)

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Under the Mistletoe...

...I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, FROM WILLIAM AND HIS ADOLESCENT CRUSH #6, TRENT REZNOR!

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As many of us in the loyal opposition continue to petition the DOJ to audit the 2016 vote, and others disrupt and protest...  My advice to President-elect Donald J. Trump comes from Marcus Aurelius, and it is this:  "Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be -- be one."

Matt Lucas Must Die

TOM BAKER NARRATING (I AM A LAZY CALIFORNIAN):  "...After all, mustn't we each of us in his turn find doom, and, mayhap, that which lies beyond...?"

[THE KITCHEN OF A FLAT AT 23 FITZROY ROAD.  MR. LUCAS TENTATIVELY ENTERS, AND COMES TO STAND ABOVE A WOMAN'S MODESTLY ATTIRED BUTTOCKS.]

MR. LUCAS:  "Um, Sylvia dear, I don't know how American ovens work, but I daresay you'd know by now whether or not the pilot light is out....  Sylvia?  I can tell there's more going on here.  We've all noticed that something's been amiss with you for quite some time...  Sylvia?  Please talk to me...  Fine!  Have it your way!  God, you are self-involved, though...  Honestly, girl...  Anyway, where are the children?"

[MR. LUCAS EXITS AS HE ENTERED...]

"Don't You Know Who I Am?"

MY NAME IS PEACHES, MOTHERFUCKER!

MAKE AMERICA DO IT AGAIN!

* WHO * DARKO *

2016