House Renovation Campaign

Wishlist for Renovation:

• Wiring
• Plumbing
• Insulation
• Joists/Subflooring (repairing dry rot, disintegration, possible termites -- hope not the latter!)
• Siding, Trim, Skirting
• Roof
• HVAC
• Paneling, Moulding, Baseboards
• Flooring
• Countertops
• Appliances
• Furniture

CASA DE MEEEOW We're looking to raise $9K; WILLIAM R WAY BOX 206 STONYFORD CA 95979 or you can e-mail me for details on how to donate at william.robert.way@gmail.com...

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RIP, Miz Mary DuMont, November 13, 1955 - February 28, 2017

(These pics are from the celebration of life yesterday in San Francisco, at Lennon Studios, which are primarily for music performance and production -- 274 Dore Alley, I think?)

Mary was a good person to know... She was such a great help in times of need, and a better friend maybe than I deserved...  So much about her passing leaves me mystified: some of the details, and the fact that the cause of death, as related to me, was cirrhosis caused by Hepatitis C... I don't quite get it, but it isn't maybe mine to "get."  Miss you much, Miss Thang.

Hep C info and support group at 117 6th St., San Francisco, where Pauli and the gang can set you up with peer help and info -- CDC Hep C FAQ -- Harvoni article

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BAD MEAT ALERT: WESTERN STATES

Did your meat -- one pound, in the tubular, shrink-wrapped package from Walmart (or another store), ultimately from Interstate Meat Distributors of Clackamas, Oregon -- did it have a chewy, fibrous consistency when you cooked it? Mine did... I have the receipt somewhere here, but I definitely saved a portion of the cooked hamburger, as well as the package -- mine was dated Freeze By 03/07/2017, and the lot number under that began with D2... I called them in Oregon, and was put in touch with Ryan, who is sending me an SASE with biological sample bags to return to them. I AM NOT RETURNING THE WHOLE THING -- just a portion of the hamburger, as well as of the package... It will be sour by the time it gets to them, but still...

In the meantime, I thought you should all know...

(Also, I'm double-checking my garbage today, to make sure I have the right package -- pretty sure I do...)

UPDATE: Spoke to Ryan at their office, and he assured me he's sending a package with an SASE and baggies for samples of the hamurger and package... Others of you may of course want to contact your local health departments directly, as well as any consumer advocates (KCRA 3's "Call Kurtis" in Sacramento, for example) you know of...

UPDATE II: I would rather eat lead than say what I'm a little too emotional about. The $20 Buck Fuck abides...

UPDATE III -- MUY IMPORTANTE:  *Sigh*... So I've followed the necessary steps to make a consumer complaint, and I'm linking to the Colusa County Sheriff's Department, as well as the Glenn County Sheriff's Department from this post, just to be on the safe side (am I leery of the latter? Well hell, I lived in San Francisco for years, and law enforcement has been known to have shady elements everywhere... But I digress.) Also, e-mailed KCRA 3's Call Kurtis and the North State's News & Review in Sacramento on Friday. Tim Crews of the Valley Mirror may be next...  As for the meat in question, it looks like they're letting it sell out and they're not re-stocking it at Willows...

UPDATE IV (3/26/2017): In case my initial post and ensuing updates came across as too remote or impersonal.... I used this meat for months (maybe years) without any problem, until the incident prompting my BFD: I made hamburgers for me and my mom, and after serving her I took a bite out of mine and had to spit it out because it was TOO DAMN NASTY FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION, its fibrous texture in my own mouth being the proverbial straw....

UPDATE V (3/28/2017): Item #1: Well, duh, Interstate is a shady, direct, and wholly owned subsidiary of Walmart. Item #2: No doubt Oregon does not allow the sale of Interstate packed meat within its borders (especially after that incident of some poor dude falling into the grinder several years back...) -- unlikely that Washington allows it either; maybe this CA link helps? Item #3: I'm finally sending Ryan Licklider in Clackamas his samples of the meat and the packaging today -- will it go through the USPS system? We'll see...

I KNOW WE'RE DOWNTHREAD AND I DO MY UPDATES ASS-BACKWARDS, BUT YOU PEOPLE DO KNOW THAT SEVERAL YEARS AGO AN EMPLOYEE BECAME ONE WITH THE PRODUCT IN A GRINDER?!? I READ IT ON THE INTERNET AND, I DON'T WORRY WHETHER IT RINGS TRUE, I NOTE THAT I JUST HATE THAT STORY...

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Glancingly...

What gave me goosebumps: he was a dirtbag, and Jarvis was not having it. Far, far away, at the right time, I heard him call (filtered by me, a taste...), "Jaaaarvis..." I cut it short damn quick.

I couldn't tell you more than that (Although, yes, probably -- caucasian, dark eyes, brown hair, medium build...)

Beyond that...?

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HEY, I HAD ONE OF THOSE BARNYARD NOISES PULL-STRING TOYS AS A BABY!!!

"Holy cow, Natalie Portman, guess who's coming to dinner? That's right: Clara Bell, the cow who won't stop talking because she can't get enough!"

Moo, I said, MOO!!!

Chew cud, nerd. Hope you have an enormous baby boy named something thigh-slappingly funny.

(I'm not mad, I was just in the middle of my favorite  Louis L'Amour novel, The Gay Rustler, and have no time for your Hollywood antics, young lady...)

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Love Is But The Song We Sing, And Fear's The Way We Die

The ring is mine, and so are the men. The ring is steel, and the boys, so hard -- quiet and hard (somewhat section-eightish of them, that silence... "Sound off like you've got a pair"); not there, not there anymore. But they're always mine and I theirs ("semper fidelis" is the motto, right?) I lose the ring from time to time; and give the boys a hump and a half looking for me, but never for too long...

(Disgression: Oh my! Upon writing this, I got schooled: they weren't as mute as my characterization makes out -- far from it, I'm sure. But those times when they were near, I know for a fact they never dared talk over me. I must be getting old.)

I started it, of course: if I had to answer, then yes, I know the significance of the ring -- the signficance I confabulated: One of the crowns etched in the ring is for me, the other five crowns for each of the sterling dorks in the unit. I don't know the story before mine, which is this: in 2012 or thereabouts, one fine blustery day, I purchased the piece of jewelry in question for $10 at the bazaar in UN Plaza. I'm sure it was crafted in the bountiful East, specifically in either India or Pakistan. More than that...?

Why the Marines? Who fucking knows? What should I be to the Corps, but an old oogle, a puke with no excuse. And all five of mine are interchangable jarheads, as far as they themselves, and as far as whomever or whatever they put their dicks in on an overnight pass are concerned...

I am one nobody, one of six nobodies, and among us the token civilian (useless, to purloin my late father's turn of phrase, as tits on a boar hog): Hi, my name is Will. Want to hear something cool? So whatever -- you couldn't pull it off, ritualistically excruciating me. In my humble opinion, gold star for effort, you know? The problem, I'll tell you, is you, not me; it's just not in your nature to deal me pain, not that way, certainly -- you'll always fail. I, on the other hand, have done what a legion could not do to me in return. Lord knows I've accomplished some inflicting in my time. Maybe I could teach you how to do it the right way, but I'm not confident of that... I hate to sound fatalistic or woggy, but one probably has to be born to do it; hurting others so well is a knack, or it must be one's karma.

Recovered by the Queen of the Gold Diggers, and returned to me during a visit last year to her lair at the Center of the Universe...

Stainless steel, my friend -- no rust. Yes, bitter, you know, but also six times luck. Good price for you, okay?

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Pictography: Glenn County, California

Road trip!  (This post inspired by the ebullient, sunny spirit, loaned for too brief a time, originally from God by way of the great state of Tennessee, of Huell Howser, an enthusiast of California Gold...) A wonderland of wilderness, mountainous vistas, greening pastures, cows, almonds, and olives... And this is just the journey from Point A of the Glenn/Colusa border to Point B of Willows, CA -- just four hours North of San Francisco, via the I-5. Check it out!

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Salaam

*cough* Effendi? Good sir, you look like you've seen a ghost...

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Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down (Laughing Our Asses Off)

"So there I was, watching HOT FOR TRUANCY OFFICER II: GIVING IT UP FOR LENT -- basically, minding my own business -- when all the sudden it hit me...

"I didn't know that Rihanna's 5'8. She always looks so petite on the screen, so compact, so cute. You know: J. Lo-small (not that five and a nickel is anything to sniff at, especially when you're talking an original Fly Girl, but I digress...) 5'8"? Well, that's a rather substantial young woman. Could probably hold her own against any normal guy. Not, you know, Chris Brown though (and, dude, he's so fucked up -- twisted.) But that's okay, if I know Ms. Fenty, she'll get a rematch -- she'll lick him yet... Oh, she already has? Man, I can never keep up with what comes out of New York.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah, the reason the baby boomers were laughing so raw that one time... Yeah, I guess now you know. I figure they're doing it out of love or some such. They figure your lot deserves worse than a little setback in your war on drugs; it'll toughen you up, like. Now, I can't help you with bail, but if you're stupid enough to make your one phone call from the hoosegow to me, at least I can afford the minutes on my flip phone...

"By the way, do they still snicker all evil when they hose you down in central booking these days? No, bitch, I know Frank N. is dead. I just had to ask...

"Well, okay. But I'll bet you one thing, buster, you'll be more careful about that methamphetamine from now on, huh? Oh, don't talk to me about my inappropriate Mary Hartman references -- you're the one facing a judge next week..."

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URGENT: Still blegging for much-needed house upgrade and repair $$ (Gofundme) -- Spring's almost here (it'll dry out real soon.) We must revamp the digs. Current estimate and goal is in the 9K range -- fingers crossed that it won't turn out to be more. Donations or furtive correspondence may be snail-mailed to WILLIAM R WAY BOX 206 STONYFORD CA 95979. Yippie-kai-yay, mother-- SHUT YOUR MOUTH!