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The Red Carpet

Composed, written and performed by
Steve Malinowski

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Jennifer, you'll always have to take a look at the previous day's entry, because I'm sometimes inclined to add to it, within the same day.

In case you've been wondering, I have been continuing to read up on everyone's favorite person, namely, Charlie M. M., if you know who I mean. I just got to the end of another book on his story, Taming the Beast, by Edward George. Mr. George was a California prison administrator, who took longterm special interest in Charlie. He routinely had long private talks with Charlie in his office. They had a love/hate relationship of sorts, in a manner of speaking. Again, I'm not disappointed with this book, either. It fills in another of the many pieces of Charlie's story, which can't be read in its entirety, without seeking out all available books written on the story. This one also filled gaps left by the other books I've read on Charlie. *Spoiler Alert!! Here goes: Ed George concludes his book by summing up that Charlie's reported misdeeds were likely the result of all the mistreatment and hardship Charlie lived as a boy, from his being abandoned by his mother, to her taking Charlie away from his father before Charlie even noticed what his father looked like, to his having spent so much of his young life locked up in one boys' facility after another, and being abused in one such lockup in particular, namely, the Indiana School for Boys. It's a sad story, really.

Here's a short video of Edward George talking about Charlie's life behind bars:
Watch Edward George (former prison administrator, describe Charlie's life in prison.

I just remembered that I wanted to also mention that I just watched a documentary video, on DVD, called The Six Degrees of Helter Skelter. I don't regret that I bought it, especially since I got a good price. However, I didn't notice anything like a theory that the title may have come from. I plan to watch it again, so maybe eventually I'd figure out what that name came from. I don't have a clue about that at this moment. It's got the only moving shots I've seen of Barker's ranch, since it burned down in May of 2009.

The above blog entry was made on March 11, 2010.

I know chickens aren't sophisticated enough to be interested in the nuclear arms race, but this news article covers a relevant discovery. It shows that another point Bugliosi was wrong about, in one of his books, was the interest shown, in Iraq, in nuclear weapons. The article shows that Vince was wrong about the seriousness of the threat in Iraq, at the time George W. Bush took office. Iraq was in discussions with a nuclear technology spy, for plans and technical assistance in building nuclear weapons. If Bush hadn't intervened, Iraq, under Saddam Hussein, could have had the atomic bomb, by now.

Saddam did want the bomb

The above blog entry was made on March 10, 2010.

I've heard that talk about oneself is boring, so prepare yourself. I've got a bit of boring stuff here. Namely, I want to announce that my four pieces of new music, that I recently submitted to ASCAP, are already available in their ACE title search, online.

The above blog entry was made on March 9, 2010.

Well? Are you out of your trance of awe, from listening to my The Red Carpet for the first time?

The above blog entry was made on March 7, 2010.

What do you think? You're listening to one of my new pieces of music, The Red Carpet. This, obviously, is in trumpet, rather than in ukulele or pipe organ, like I was doing it before. The reason for the trumpet sound is that I intend this as fanfare music for red carpet events. Hint, hint. I want it played at red carpet events, including at the Oscars this Friday, the 7th of March, 2010. You think they'd do a version, or play this one there, the day after tomorrow? Make it happen, hen. I know you can do it. I would like them to pay me to use it, though. I need to make a living too. This music is worthy of the Oscars. Are the A-listers worthy of this music, though?

The above blog entry was made on March 5, 2010.

Instead of diving straight into doing a recording of my The Red Carpet, I was doing some thinking on it, planning it out. I was also playing in different sounds on first my old keyboard, and then my much newer Yamaha keyboard. My Yamaha is hands-down the more realistic of the two, in imitating acoustic instruments.

Read my more detailed account of this busy work in today's Madonna blog entry.

I also forgot to mention this next item. I was just thinking, earlier, that you ought to be in an El Pollo Loco commercial. Aren't you a good-enough chicken for that? As a matter of fact, I just had an El Pollo Loco dinner. It was good. That wasn't you, was it? Jen, speak to me. You there?

Something else. In case you're wondering, new music registrations don't show up in ASCAP's online ACE catalog for two weeks. So it looks like those four new pieces I just submitted won't be found in that catalog for the better part of those two weeks.

The above blog entry was made on March 4, 2010.

I just had a lot to say about my current musical works, in today's Madonna blog entry, hen. Check it out. That means read it, in case your chicken-headedness keeps you from grasping an expression like that. And it doesn't mean go the library for it either, because you wouldn't find it there a this point in time.

The above blog entry was made on March 3, 2010.

Hang onto your chicken comb, hen. I've got news. I just registered three of my new works of music with ASCAP last night (wee hours this morning). Here's the list: The Ghost of Sharon, The Red Carpet, and Save the Earth. That's not all my new music, by any means, but it's a good example. I've performed all three live in Hollywood.

Speaking of The Red Carpet, I want the Academy Award event producers to use this new piece of music of mine at that very event, on Sunday the 7th, and hopefully all subsequent theater/film/tv award events, perpetually. Help me out, hen. You've got inside connections with them. No? You owe me the favor? Maybe not, but help me make this happen, anyway. I think I'm going to record a version of The Red Carpet very soon, to give the event people a chance to hear it.

If you really want to be nice to me, bring me $35.00, to cover my producer membership at ASCAP. At present, I'm only a composer/author member of ASCAP. I won't be able to collect the full 100% of the royalties without being a producer member there, as well. They raised the application fee. It used to be $25.00. Inflation has arrived at ASCAP too. Maybe that's good news. Maybe that's a clue that the royalties may have gone up too.

By the way, I'd be expecting my due royalties for The Red Carpet, for any and all use at any and all red carpet events.

I've been paying attention to chicken new lately, but I've been too busy to keep you abreast (a chicken breast?) of it all, my hen. Why, just yesterday or the day before, there was breaking news that someone wants the state of Georgia to switch state birds from the brown thasher (Robin Meade?) to the cornish chicken. I believe HLN's Robin Meade to be the real state bird of Georgia, but she's worthless to the state, as well?

Also, a while back, there was a local piece of news about a large rural property, in the San Bernardino area of southern California, that was being used to raise chickens, for use in cock fights in Mexico. The camera paused on the wrought iron fence there, which displayed ornamental chicken figures. Don't you just hate being exploited like that, in trade with Mexico?

The above blog entry was made on March 2, 2010.

I've heard a thing or two on tv, recently, that reminded me of possible allusions, by you, about me. If you're having a problem with this blog, why haven't you told me, personally? The reason is that you secretly like the raw exposure you're getting here. Isn't that right, my hen?

So, if you're liking your raw exposure here, why are you leaning communistic, in response? I know chickens aren't reknown for making a lot of sense, but you must do better, hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 28, 2010.

Here's an item from someone Glenn Beck called "Stu." Warning, the following article may be a bit offensive to you, hen. You do know who Glenn Beck is, don't you?

Chicken Pancakes (Sorry, hen.)

The above blog entry was made on February 26, 2010.

The latest verification that the "global warming" idea is wrong, is a retraction of a study that correlated sea level rise to global warming. What is really demonstrated, if you really think about it, is that sea level rise, to the extent that it is real, is only keyed to the waxing and waning of the repetitious ice age cycle, which has a period of about 100 thousand years. The earth is still in the warming phase of the ice age cycle, but it'll swing back to the cooling phase, given the lapsing of enough thousands of years, on the way to the next ice age. Those who say carbon dioxide to be warming the earth ought to be tortured to death for that lie, which is installing pseudo-technologies, which are interfering with lifestyles that there's nothing wrong with. It's Orwellian progressivism (a la Obama and his cronies) which is communism of the worst variety.

Any sea level rise is only due to the ice age cycle.

The above blog entry was made on February 24, 2010.

This a paragraph, on my Packard Bell keyboard, which I haven't used in a good while. What's amusing about this one is that its keys have a distinctive sound. Two points, as the guy in jail would say to me. It sounds like something out of a detective movie of 15 or 20 years ago. This would have worked in Murder She Wrote. Not bad. Seriously, you ought to hear this thing. This sound is so impressive, and it's loud, it's got to be used in a movie or tv show. It's just too good to waste. I'm really serious.

The above blog entry was made on February 22, 2010.

No, I haven't forgotten you, my hen. I just woke up, still breathing heavily, from a doozy of a dream. It was back in an earlier era, at some sleazy multi-floor hotel, that some ghost repeatedly warned me not to stay at. The feeling of horror at the height of the dream, upon returning as a ghost to view the carnage inside that room . . . an actors dream (Why can't they conjure that for a part?). It was like a mind-exploding horror you'd have to feel to appreciate. It intensified with each passing fraction of a second, like I could blow up, eventually, from the shear extremity of emotion that was continuing to build. I was piecing it all together in my mind, after waking. It was ostensibly a follow-up to a string of wrongs I had allegedly done, from as far back, maybe, as prehistoric times. I'm not saying I necesarily believe the accusations. Why should I? The thought was also going trough my mind that I had been in showbiz, in such bleak times, and that maybe mingling with the scum, in their multi-abode, wasn't for me.

I was just thinking, that dream also reminds me of The Scream, a series of paintings (1893-1910) by Edvard Munch.

While I'm at it, maybe I should mention a musical coincidence with this dream. When I was thinking about the dream, just after I woke up, one of my newer pieces of piano music was going through my mind, in pipe organ. It is perfect as horror music in pipe organ, so I think that's how I record it. Maybe I'll record a version of it soon. It's the piece I said reminds me of George Gershwin.

It's one of those days, it looks like. That deliberate crash of the plane into the IRS building, in Austin Texas, added some turmoil to my start of the day, during my reflection on my dream. It's as if the crash were staged to add zing to my musings on my dream.

As a matter of fact, the timing of the dream and the crash was so close, I'm not sure they weren't concurrent, happening at about the same moment. Remember the close timing of the crash of the Angels baseball player, barely more than a mile from my place, and the dream I had, which I told about in this blog? I explained, back then, my belief that that crash was planned, too.

Here's more on all this. That man, who deliberately crashed his plane into the IRS building, had real estate in Fullerton (where I live) as recent as 1999 (about eleven years ago). Numerologically, I was eleven years old, when Tate/LaBianca happened. Last night, I just wished Sandra Good a happy birthday, on a page dedicated to her. Saturday, the 20th, is her 66th birthday (six and multiple sixes are Satanic numbers).

Try not to laugh too hard at these next coincidences. The plane crash guy's name was Joe Andrew Stack, and last night I was served sloppy joes for dinner. Also, "Andrew" is the name of a classmate I had run-ins with, in perochial school, as a boy. Not only that, "Stack" [On second thought, I'm not sure the name wasn't "Sack."] was the last name of a stange boy who, back in my kindergarten timeframe, in the early 1960's, spat on me once, out of the blue, and without provocation, while I was in a friend's back yard, for the only time in my life. His name was "Pat Stack," as I remember it [See the above, in square brackets.]. By the way, that house, at which Pat Stack spat on me, was on Baker Av., one street over from where I was living at that time. That back yard had a play house, the only one I ever encountered in my entire life. Also, "Baker" is a small community at the intersection of the I-15 freeway and the road that heads towards Shoshone and Death Valley, in California. Baker is self-proclaimed as "The Gateway to Death Valley." Of course, you must already know where Death Valley figures into the Sandra Good story. Coincidence, all this stuff?

Oh, but that's not all . . . oh no. "Andrew" Gallo" was also the name of the suspect, who drove the car that crashed into, and killed, that Angels baseball player. The Angel's ballplayer's name was "Nick Adenhart." The Gulf of Aden is at one of the lower corners of the Saudi land mass, which of course is the center of muslim terrorism. The deliberate Austin plane crash was compared to, and described as, "terrorism."

What else, you ask? Uh . . . yeah, something else. Brace yourself, hen. "Gallo," of the above name, "Andrew Gallo," . . . Ring a bell? You being a frequenter to Mexico, you should know enough Spanish to recognize the significance of that name, "Gallo." It means "rooster," in Spanish, my hen. It looks like even you are in the middle of this symbolic system, hen.

Oh, and as far as the name "Andrew" goes, it's the middle name of one of my former acting teachers, who I was having issues with. His ghostly face is found in one of the ghost photos I snapped at the Cielo Drive property. See; even a skelter tie-in there, with the name "Andrew." Are you a believer yet, in my variety of the occult? If not now, when, my hen?

The above blog entry was made on February 18, 2010.

My mother said we had a prowler tonight, at 2:00am. I didn't see the guy. She said he was on a bicycle, and came onto the yard to look around. She chased him off, then called the police. That was our thrill for the night, hen. If you have an extra guard rooster, you can send it over to watch our place at night. A rooster's got to be good for something, besides making more chickens. But it really likes you? It can crow if any more prowlers show up, here.

The above blog entry was made on February 14, 2010.

I just found another verification that I was right about something, with regard to the attempted healthcare overhaul. Back when Obama was still a candidate, I was skeptical of the pharmaceutical entity claims of disinterest in the "healthcare overhaul," simply because mandated insurance would stand to make the drug makers tons of money, by eliminating the roadblocks to all those medications. Well, here's the verification:

Los Angeles Times: Drug industry lobbyist Billy Tauzin to resign Billy Tauzin, the chief lobbyist for the pharmaceutical industry who forged a private deal with the Obama administration to push the healthcare overhaul forward, will announce his resignation Friday, further complicating the outlook for passage of comprehensive legislation this year. http://www.latimes.com/news/nation-and-world/la-na-phrma12-2010feb12,0,5093521.story

So, you see, hen, I try not to be fooled by anyone, and it looks like sometimes I'm proved right about one thing or another. This is an example.

The above blog entry was made on February 13, 2010.

I just saw the segment, again, about you on Jessica Biel's shoulder, during a photo shoot. She said you were very warm, but you doodooed on her. What, or who, possessed you, hen?

Don't you think I've triggered a lot of chicken stories on tv lately? Here's another one. I just watched a news segment, on KCAL 9, of Los Angeles. It was about a proposed ban on roosters in some neighborhood. Don't you think that'd be a bit draconian, for you to not be able to have roosters over, at your place, hen? Are you going to make yourself heard on that, too? No, you won't make yourself heard, because that's how the roosters got into trouble? You don't want to be banned from your own place?

The above blog entry was made on February 11, 2010.

Here's more evidence of the massive frauds perpetrated by officials to "prove global warming." Read about it in this article:
"Global warming evidence" is fraudulent

I hate to bore you with the weather, but I had temperatures in the 30's, with frost on the roofs, here this morning, my hen.

How was your birthday celebration in Mexico, with your reputed boyfriend, Gerard Butler? It doesn't seem long since you were reported approaching 40, and older age, with grace. Now you've just tacked on another year. Wait till you turn 50. Maybe you'd feel it then. I did. I felt it when I turned 40, let alone 50, especially with arthritis and a bad back. It's really not all the same. Reality does set in, in due course. The grim reaper really does near, ever closer and closer, hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 10, 2010.

Were you there? I premiered my circus/carnival-themed piece of music on my Casio keyboard last night. That was at the Sacred Fools Theater, near the corner of Melrose, on Heliotrope in Hollywood. That was my anniversary performance there. I first performed there last February. Last night was my 5th performance there. The first three times I played a ukulele, and the last two times I played a keyboard. Again, they liked it. That was the first time I played through an amplifier, at the Sacred Fools. I brought along my Crate GX15. It really improved the volume and sound quality. It was phenomenal.

The above blog entry was made on February 9, 2010.

John Murtha, a U. S. House democrat, just died of complications from surgery. The following hyperlink would take you to a summary of his life and accomplishments. If you read it, don't stop a short way in. The later stuff shows his true colors as the "King of Pork."
John Murtha, the typical democrat, died at 77

The above blog entry was made on February 8, 2010.

I don't enjoy this blog nearly as much since you revealed your communistic nature, my hen. Communism isn't a failed social experiment; it's tyranny. Don't interfere with freedom of the press.

The above blog entry was made on February 6, 2010.

I almost forgot to mention the latest on you, hen. A tv report just said that there's talk that you're now looking for a wealthy businessman. Is that right? What do you need his money for? You have a ton of your own, don't you? The more the merrier? Yeah, I know I'd be a lot merrier if I were sharing your wealth with you, at least in theory.

The above blog entry was made on February 5, 2010.

There was news, yesterday, that you're "manproofing" you place, hen. What's that about? Uh . . . maybe that means that you don't want "the man" showing up, like in "the pig" or "the fuzz?" You do drugs? No drug busts for you? I know. Maybe you're Manistonproofing your place. You know, "Maniston," as in "Mayer + Aniston." Your upgrades are going to keep him out of your place? If you need any help, let me know. Just don't make you place impervious to me. I wouldn't help you with that one, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 4, 2010.

Finally, this is the kind of news I was hoping for. The Virginia legislators just passed three measures to makes the mandating of insurance illegal. Read an article on this, here:
Virginia leads the charge against mandating of insurance
Now, I sure wish the D. C. democrats would get that message to sink into their thick heads, that they have no right to make anyone buy anything. Do read the above hyperlinked article. It's reassuring.

The above blog entry was made on February 3, 2010.

Here's starting off February with a little relevant history. Your name, "Jennifer," derives from the Middle English version of it, which was "Guinevere." That's pronounced something like GWIN-uh-veer or GWIN-e-vir. Guinevere was the legendary Queen consort of King Arthur. Legend has it she was slain in punishment for infidelity with another man or men, one of whom was Sir Lancelot.

Oh! How did that happen? I forgot to tell you what "Guinevere" means. One can presume that it means the same as the Welsh name is derives from, namely "Gwenhwyfar," which means "white ghost" or "white fairy." You and I both know how that matches up to you in real life, my hen. Actually, it's a match in more ways than one. I've known that. It hasn't eluded me.

The above blog entry was made on February 1, 2010.

There are good political signs in the news today. First, a black liberal said, in a tv interview today, that Obama is on his way out of office in 2012, "definitely." Second, here's what Newsmax reported in their email update today:

45 percent of likely voters now agree that a group of people chosen at random from a telephone book would do a better job of dealing with the nation’s problems than the current Congress, a Rasmussen Reports poll reveals.

Only 36 percent disagree, and 19 percent are not sure.

How do you like that, my hen?

The above blog entry was made on January 31, 2010.

I know those chicken stories here have been fascinating, but I've got a political article to read. Here it is:
AMAC on a conservative alternative to healthcare reform

The above blog entry was made on January 30, 2010.

I've got another chicken tail . . . uh . . . I mean chicken tale. A black chicken has been playing chicken with car traffic, near some college. I didn't see the name of the college. A squad car is stationed there on stakeout. The tv news report said that chicken has been evading apprehension for two months, so far. There's an interesting coincidence in this story. Remember that chicken business family name, Perdue? Well, there's a college named Purdue, which spelling is only different by one letter. Remember, I said this chicken is hanging out near a college? Purdue? I don't think so, since Purdue in located in Indiana, which is where Charlie went to school, at Indiana School for Boys. Have you been reading those C. M. M. books? I couldn't resist mentioning this Charlie thing, because of the Indiana coincidence. It has nothing to do with this chicken story.

The above blog entry was made on January 29, 2010.

I just watched a documentary on the Perdue family. Recognize the name? They're the one's who brought mass production and marketing of chickens to the U. S. Arthur W. Perdue founded the company in 1920. Then it was taken over by his son, Frank. Reluctantly, Frank's son, Jim, finally manned the helm. I watched the story on CNBC. It's history relevant to you, my hen. Perdue claims they're the largest chicken producer in the eastern U. S. Another source says Pilgrim's Pride to be the largest chicken producer in the entire U. S. Foster Farms is one of the largest chicken producers in the western U. S. Chickens are very big business in the U. S. Pilgrim's Pride does almost five times the sales of Perdue.

The above blog entry was made on January 28, 2010.

I heard, recently, that Brangelina moved to Long Island. So, now they're in Madonna's neck of the woods. A conspiracy? You think?

The above blog entry was made on January 26, 2010.

Our power here, on my side of the street, just came back on at 3:05 pm. It went out at about 8:00 am this morning. That's the longest power outage in my entire life, I think, at this house. It lasted about 7 hours and 5 minutes. I was asleep when the power quit. On my way to Norm's for a lunchtime breakfast, I saw a snapped power pole, along Euclid Street, by the 91 freeway. I've been wondering if an airplane smacked into it. It didn't look like a car did that.

What seems weird is that my computer got a little confused, by having its power interrupted completely. After the power was restored, I had to fix a few technical details to get my computer back to normal.

The Brangelina split-up rumors are sure flying today. Read this short piece, which sure has a definite tone to it:
Brad and Angie are splitting
See, I told you Angie flipped for me. According to one source, she's taken an interest in old products at pawn shops, etc. That sure sounds like my kind of thing. Yeah Ange, bring it on. I can't wait. OMG, she's hot, in more ways than one. I stole another one of Brad's broads. There'd be a number 3, then 4, and so on, in my stealing of all of Brad's broads, in perpetuity? Sounds like a lot of work, or messing around, or something. It also sounds like a lot of fun. Don't worry Angie, I wouldn't be trying to drop you like a hot potato.

Have you noticed, hen? Yesterday, I think it was, there was a report on tv that reminded me of the idea that you might be taking advantage of your . . . uh . . . exposure here . . . to promote your latest film. It sounded like they said you were found naked in something somewhere, in photos I guess. Maybe they meant here? You can take advantage of your exposure here to promote your film if you want. I sure wish you'd see to it that I'd get some compensation, if you don't mind. I'm trying to make my own living. I don't even have money to finish my motorcycle project I'm working on, and it's not expensive to wrap up. Oh, but by all means, don't wrap yourself up. People like to see you in the buff. Don't they?

The above blog entry was made on January 24, 2010.

I was watching Showbiz Tonight today, and I heard mention of Antler. That's you and Gerard Butler. You do know that, don't you? Being an antler (not to mention a chicken), you ought to steer clear of Wasilla, what with Sarah Palin, with her hunting rifle at hand, always on the lookout for an antler, with the idea of bagging something for her freezer. I'm sure she keeps it well stocked. Don't go there, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on January 23, 2010.

Remember, a year or so back, I mentioned that I went to a Macaroni Grill? I said there was a young blonde lady a little distance behind the reception area, who looked so much like Sarah Michelle Gellar. I can't imagine anyone looking that much like her, without being her. I'm suddenly starting to believe that was her. I think she was there because of me, like so many other celeb ladies I've found in the Hollywood area and elsewhere. She's really like the vampire-killer role? You think? I could use some help, if she's got any to spare. I've got more than my share of dragons to slay. It's hard work to do alone.

We just had some thunder and lightning, to go along with all the rain we've been having this week. It seems a little strange, since I just looked up The Amityville Horror book again. I read it in the past. Want to know an interesting coincidence? That book was written by a Jay "Anson." One of the books I read last year was Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert "Anson" Heinlein. There's that Anson name again. I was looking up this book again, because the thought of Ronald DeFeo crossed my mind again. I don't know what brought him to mind this time. He's the one still doing time in prison for shooting six of his immediate family members to death in that same Amityville horror house. That slaughter was less than a year before that true story of the haunting occurred.

I think my motorcycle may be haunted. The guy I bought it from said the guy who previously owned it died years ago, and the bike was left standing in a carport for years. His surviving wife finally sold it to the guy I bought it from. Then the other night, someone knocked on the front door. That's a little unusual at my place, with the "No Soliciting" sign on the door. My mother doesn't like to answer the door. She doesn't know who it was. My motorcycle is comfortably standing under the protection of a tarp, which I covered it with the other day, in anticipation of the rain, the day before the rain arrived. My house has been a spook fest for years. That'd be nothing new; to have a ghost here.

Getting back to Sarah again, if she's really a conqueror of shadowy figures, we ought to get together for regular meetings. That show hit the coffin nail on the head. Who'd a thought we two'd be teamed together for the real thing. You think?

Coincidentally, I was just noticing, again, the coffin retailer in the town I live in. It's across the street from the library. I just picked up a bag of books there, at a special sale, for two bucks. The main kind of book I showed up there for was the thick multi-year-model, automobile repair ones. I brought home three of them, and a couple of motorcycle repair manuals, which fit easily in that two-dollar bag. I also put some political books in the bag, including the one Rush Limbaugh wrote about 17 years ago, called The Way Things Ought to Be. I think I'll give a brief review of it here, after I've read it. It could be a while till I get to it, since I'm busy with other things.

The above blog entry was made on January 21, 2010.

Here's part two of yesterday's technical boredom installment. I forgot to mention something in yesterday's auto maintenance lesson. I used, for the first time, a tripod with a mirror taped to it, to check if my brake lights were working. Yes, they were both working. Lucky me. Now you know how to check your own brake lights, without having an assistant to help out. It's foolproof. I've been carrying that tripod with me in the van for a long time. I finally put it to some use related to the van. It's telescoping and very lightweight, the kind you'd want if you were carrying one around in the car for the purpose. My real purpose was for use with a video camera. That video camera no longer works, though. It had optical zoom, so it would have worked for some paparrazo work? You think? It died of natural causes, but hasn't been buried or cremated. It's sad. It gave great pictures indoors, even without special lighting. By the way, it was a General Electric, not a Panasonic, as I had said in the past.

I want to mention, quick, that Giuliana and Bill Rancic's spot on Chelsey Lately was just posted to Giuliana's own website, giulianadepandi.com. It's sex-themed.

Speaking of sex-themed, I just learned that Rolling Stone magazine has an interview with John Mayer about you and masturbation, my hen. How intriguing. I've got to get ahold of that copy. Care to demonstrate how you do it, here on this page for the whole world to see, hen? I know I'd like to see you do that.

Here's a recent interview with that famous guy, Ringo, and more from CNN.

We're getting so much rain where I live, I almost need my boat back.

Gee, I unexpectedly just voted again today (I voted for the winner, Chris Norby, in the local congressional race on the 12th of this month.). I just voted "NO" to the idea of you and John Mayer getting back together. It's CNN's poll, and the no's are trouncing the yea's, in a 86% to 14% landslide victory for me. "For me," you pause and wonder? Why, yes. Am I not interested still, my hen? Don't let my talk to Madonna discourage you . . . us. You couldn't possibly hold this reportage of you against me, could you? Of course not.

It's even raining in Death Valley. I think this is probably the most rain they've gotten there at one time in many many years. Maybe I'll look up the statistics on that, later. It's a flood plane there, and in theory, one could get swept away in a flash flood if one is there during a storm like this one.

Speaking of flooding, send a copy of the Rolling Stone magazine, with the article about you masturbating. With the combination of you and masturbation, I have to conclude it's about you doing that. What else can I expect?

I'm sure delighted that Scott Brown won the late Ted Kennedy's Senate seat yesterday. Now, I'd sure like to help kick out Obama, Pelosi and Reid. They've got to go. It's a real emergency. But, what do you know? Chickens aren't pundits. Especially chicks. Being a chick, you're about the worst case; chicks always were worse than chickens, philosophically.

The above blog entry was made on January 20, 2010.

I know you can't wait for the latest technical boredom, hen, so I'll give it to you now. I did the first thorough check and replacement of my exterior auto bulbs, since I acquired my mini-van in 2004. What I found were six (6) bad bulbs that needed to be replaced: 1 backup, 1 turn/night-light, and 4 courtesy bulbs (those little bulbs with the flat, 2-contact plug-in). Needless to say, my van is much more visible at night. I also needed to clean out some of the guck from two of the taillight sockets. I would have blown the sockets out with compressed air, but I'm temporarily without an air compressor. If you worked on cars, you'd be familiar with how handy and necessary compressed air is for maintenance and repair. This will serve as your auto maintenance lesson for the day, hen.

The above blog entry was made on January 19, 2010.

Oh, I just saw you (Friday the 15th) perched on the shoulder of Jessica Biel, in what looked like a Vogue magazine photo shoot. That was on E! News. You don't miss an opportunity to pose for the camera, do you, my hen.

Hen, you know what the Weather Channel is predicting for my place, on Monday? They're calling it a 100% chance of rain. Not just rain, but heavy rain, and windy. If you feel like some weather, drip by . . . uh . . . drop by my place. Chicken feathers repel water. You should be fine.

The above blog entry was made on January 16, 2010.

Don't worry about the . . . uh . . . publicity, my hen. A chicken should be seen and not heard. Especially roosters. Even you'll concede that one. Which one?

The above blog entry was made on January 14, 2010.

Every so often, I relate one dream or other that I've had. This morning, I dreamt about the ghost of a lady, who seemed to die sitting in a chair, behind the front window of her place, facing the boardwalk, in some town in Kansas, about fifty or a hundred or so years ago. The townspeople left her sitting dead in that position through all the intervening years. The corpse was left plainly visible to all who passed by the dead lady's front window. One day, a living lady found herself in bed with that dead lady, and suddenly was embroiled in a struggle to get free from her. She did break free, luckily for her. After I woke up, I thought of the symbolic element in the dream, of a lady struggling successfully to get free of a corpse. That symbolizes the very death of that old dead lady, in a bygone era. The impression I got was that the living lady was much younger than the old lady was. The dead lady certainly was much older, if you add the years since she died. Another symbolic element?

By the way, the perennially ill Jill, of Good Day LA, finally gave birth to her second child at 8:02 am PST Monday morning. Jill's bottom is pictured near the top of my home page. The baby boy's name is Rocco Rio Reynolds. Do you think she modeled that name after Madonna's boy, Rocco? Both Jill's kids have the same initials: "R. R. R." That looks a lot like the all-K's name tradition of the Kardashians, even the shape of the letters.

Here's an update on the above dream. I believe that was tied into a dream I had in the past. The lady, however old she was, was sitting in that chair by the front window. A man was walking by in old west attire, replete with a western style hat (providing a clue to the era), and his eye caught ahold of that lady. He paused a moment, reflecting on the situation. He figured he could use some of that, so he went around back and entered. Look like a pattern? I believe so.

The above blog entry was made on January 13, 2010.

Can you believe the latest story about Madonna and Sean Penn? You don't think they'd get back together, do you? I sure hope not. They did say his latest marriage was splitsville. But Madonna again? It's my turn. I won't take "no" for an answer, unless you want me, but you'd have to be nice to me, very very nice.

Getting back to that freedom of speech issue, if I had a farm with chickens, I wouldn't take any communist censorship crap from them. I'd destroy them like mad cows, and sell them to the market, if they didn't make political sense. My farm would be no Animal Farm, not while I'm still breathing. What? I chicken's embarrassed to be seen in molt, without its feathers?

The above blog entry was made on January 11, 2010.

I'm very disappointed to learn you to be a communist/socialist, aka progressive in U. S. parlance, my hen. Why? You should be happy, with all your money, to be so fortunate. What tipped me off is your sponsorship of that anti-paparazzi law, to go into effect on New Years day. The First Amendment is important, hen. I can't expect a chicken to comprehend that? That would make you stupider than the farm animals in George Orwell's Animal Farm. You're a disgrace to your kind. The idea of "safety" trumping human rights is sneak totalitarian propaganda, a la the U. S. You're disgracing and injuring the whole country, hen. Come down off your perch. You missed some chicken feed.

The above blog entry was made on January 8, 2010.

I already got a reply to my message, which I posted in yesterday's Jen the hen blog entry. I sent it to seven California legislators. The reply, like the message itself, can be read in yesterday's and today's politics blog entries (Yes, the politics blog here, at this website.). Read it, or are you chicken? Read it here:
Today's political blog entry - VERY IMPORTANT

The above blog entry was made on January 7, 2010.

The reported new law, attributed to you, my hen, could get many politicians executed, officially. I say that, because that purported new law violates the public's constitutional, U. S. First Amendment, and under my proposed new law, that'd be the end of any and all politicians who support or supported your proposed law. For more on what I mean, read today's blog entry, in my politics blog, here:
Today's political blog entry - VERY IMPORTANT

The above blog entry was made on January 6, 2010.

Newmax, what Sarah Palin reads. Some things Newsmax has to say today:
Today's Newsmax Update

The above blog entry was made on January 3, 2010.

Jen, guess what. I got Reese Witherspoon interested in chickens and roosters. She's got 50 of them. Ask her. She'll give you some. I know you'd like the company. At least they're your type. How could they not be? They're chickens.

The above blog entry was made on January 2, 2010.

Remember this one, my hen? Some guy approached you in the sauna. Meanwhile, some other guy, crouching low, crept around the edge of the doorway with a camera, and FLASH! went the flash of the camera. I love that shot. You look great in it.

The look of that sauna reminds me of the one I spent a little time in, at the extinct Elysium Fields, in Topanga Canyon. It's a real shame that place couldn't afford to stay there, after the owner of that property, Ed, died. I miss that place. Elysium couldn't afford the second place either, that they tried to relocate to. They should have chosen a smaller, cheaper, closer location. It makes me wonder how they made that mistake. I've got an idea. More, later, Ms. hen.

Oh, by the way, you can believe that bottle-popping-its-cork animation to apply to you if you want, my hen. You're clearly not unlike that.

The above blog entry was made on January 1, 2010.

That bottle-popping-its-cork animation didn't seem to work too well on you, so I'm using it on Madonna, my hen. Think it'll work?

Last New Year's celebration wasn't the same without you. Don't hesitate to send me an invite. Your place is better than mine. You must have a bottle of bubbly someplace. No?

The above blog entry was made on December 31, 2009.

Chicks ride motorcycles too.

Jen the hen on a motorcycle with an acquaintance.

This motorcycle I just bought has been costing me in restoration costs. It's like a Christmas gift to myself, but I won't have it on the road until next month, at the earliest. Being poor requires patience, but what do you know about that? You need patience?

By the way, a while back I picked up a couple of chicken-on-motorcycle pictures. I know; you're much older than that chick on the left.

The above blog entry was made on December 28, 2009.

Merry Christmas, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on December 25, 2009.

I just read another of Vincent Bugliosi's books, The Betrayal of America - How the Supreme Court Undermined the Constitution and Chose Our President. It's more rabid liberal spin, calculated to help the Democrats overthrow freedom in the U. S., and install George Orwell's full-blown 1984 scenario into the real world. If one critically observes what Bugliosi says, from one case and one book of his to another, over so many of his books, one can possibly discern the fact that he contradicts himself, philosophically. He's communist-leaning, but at the same time denying it, by giving lip service to the jaded concepts of "will of the people," and "the superiority of the U. S. system." What Bugliosi really supports, in the final analysis, is iron-handed governance, a la the Democratic Party.

The above blog entry was made on December 23, 2009.

Finally, someone said what I was saying months ago:

Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-SC) on CNN’s “State of the Union”
“'The Class Act' that allows long term health care insurance to be subsidized by the government and offered by the government is a Ponzi scheme in the first order that Madoff would have been proud of. It's still in the bill. Any democratic senator that votes for the bill is a coconspirator to one of the biggest Ponzi schemes in Washington.”

What I said, and what I still say, is that Obama Care is a massively larger ponzi scheme that Bernie Madoff's.

What I've been saying here, and to the politicians directly, is trickling into the media, in comments by various politicians and media people. I've been having a big impact on politics. Now . . . if they'd embrace my call for free and universal public nudity. Then, no one would need the gangsters who operate strip clubs.

The above blog entry was made on December 20, 2009.

Remember that motorcycle I said I might be bringing home? Well, I brought one home, but it's not the same one. I've been acquiring some needed parts for it, over the last couple of days. It won't be on the road till I've got the minimum parts it needs. I've got most of them already. It was what'd sound like a good deal, and it was, if I don't pay too much for all these parts. Little by little, it's getting there. The limiting factor in the speed of this restoration is getting the parts cheap enough. Then I have to register and insure it. It's the same model I bought new in the 1970's, but a couple of model years later. It's a '78 Honda XL350. My earlier one was a '76. I bought this not out of any love of the XL350, but because it was cheap.

I plan to restore more motorcycles after this one. I wanted to do that years ago, but my miserable family got in the way, with a spectrum of nonsense. Once the money starts rolling in, I could relocate. I'd love that, a lot.

The above blog entry was made on December 19, 2009.

Things are looking up, hen. My sales are up. Pick me up, and we'll celebrate.

The above blog entry was made on December 17, 2009.

You know, this latest photo of Angelina was shot in her home? It was. I wish she'd do more, and send them over for display here. She's a hot broad.

Remember, months ago, I mentioned that my Madonna blog passed yours in visits? Well, my Madonna blog has passed yours by 11,000 at this point. The divide keeps widening, hen. Do something. I know. How about more . . . photos? You know the kind. Send 'em on over, my hen. Look how proud Angie is to show herself. You're both proud to show yourselves. I know.

The above blog entry was made on December 14, 2009.

I love this one of Angelina Jolie Pitt. She's so hot.

The latest scoop on you, hen, is that you're on the outs, again, with John Mayer. I didn't hear much of what they said, except for one thing. They mentioned something about being, or not being, a gentleman. Since I don't think you'd leave anyone for being a gentleman, the logical conclusion is that maybe you were saying he wasn't a gentleman. Well, hen, if you were with me, there'd be no doubting what a gentleman I am. Clearly.

How have you been enjoying this website lately, hen? Pretty nifty, huh? I know it is. You know it is.

I just read an article in Parade magazine, today. It was about former president George H. W. Bush. The troubling thing in this article is that it says H. W. says he's good friends with Bill Clinton, after working in Asia together. Well, anyone who could consider himself a good friend of one of those democrat politician fiends must be a democrat himself, or a sneak one. One of my worries is the possibility that Bush, maybe both Bush's, set up the wars in Iraq to discredit the Republicans, to hand everything over to the Democratic Party on a silver platter. I know some Republicans have that objective (of doing damage to the Republican Party from within), and its absolutely wrong. They've helped the democrats overthrow freedom, not only in the U. S., but worldwide. How can anyone shut down worldwide defacto communism, now that it's set up? That's where things are really at now.

The above blog entry was made on December 13, 2009.

Here's the Olsen twins, like they were meant to be seen. That's how they should be seen on tv. That's the real thing life, not the gulag the politicians have kept us in. Yeah, the Olsen twins are even better than (George) Olson music. Sorry, I don't have a nude of George Olson's ex-wife.

I'm thinking of buying a motorcycle, hen. I might be bringing it home within a week. I'll keep you updated. I wish I had a picture of a chicken on a motorcycle.

The above blog entry was made on December 11, 2009.

I know this one is real, because that special lower spot of yours looks identical to how it looked to me in person, in early 2005. I'm sure you remember our encounters in West Hollywood, my Jen. Like the photo I just posted in my Madonna blog of Madonna, this one of you is not to be missed. I was tempted to make this one the background photo. Maybe later.

You know what I've been fantasizing about? You, doing a tv show like Friends, but with completely nude scenes, with you naked, in front of the live audience. Wouldn't you just love that, hen? I know I would, if I'd be so lucky as to be there to see it. Don't you ever fantasize about that sort of thing? You had a small taste of it in The Breakup, but that was a film. At least it was something. Tell Obama to legalize all public nudity, would you?

Finally, there is some semblance of good sense, with the news breaking being called "climategate." I've been saying all along that "global warming" and "greenhouse gases" are fiction. They are DEFINITELY fiction. Even the following article is too kind towards the "science" the frauds are using. But read it anyway. It's mostly correct, and illuminating:
Climategate scoop

The whole "global warming" myth is a massive global boondoggle. The U. S. politicians are no longer content to perpetrate boondoggles exclusively withing the U. S. anymore. They are expanding out, and encompassing the whole of the miserable world in the sights of their fraud guns. It's like we need another Hitler (an honest one, not a traitor), to clear out the politicians who are doing such insufferable damage to the established ways of the world. I volunteer for to be this new "Hitler." The world desperately needs me, NOW!

The above blog entry was made on December 10, 2009.

Remember when I said I didn't remember you naked in The Breakup, hen? Well, here's a screen capture. It reminded me.

There's something I forgot to mention in my review, yesterday, of the Bugliosi book on the Clinton and Jones thing. It's another example of the uncanny, yet again. I got to the end of the book, and on the very last page was staring at me the statement that Paul Jones filed her updated complaint against Bill Clinton on December 8, 1997. The significance is that I reached that remark, on the last page, exactly on the 12th anniversary of that very event, to the very day. I didn't plan that, but hold on, there's more. Right after Bugliosi's bio on the next page is a full-page ad for a book on Tiger Woods. The coincidence is that, out of the blue, in the timeframe I happened to be reading this book, Tiger Woods has been in a huge crash and sex scandal, as if it were a divine message, that ad about the Tiger Woods book, as if a supernatural prediction, 12 years ago, that I'd be reading this book during Tiger Woods scandals. You think?

The above blog entry was made on December 9, 2009.

I just read a book that's worth reading, not because of the main topic, but because of the insight it provides into the workings of the U. S. government. The book is No Island of Sanity - Paula Jones V. Bill Clinton: The Supreme Court on Trial, by Vincent Bugliosi.

In this book, Bugliosi details how our government works, like the principle built into it by both the founding fathers of this country and the Supreme Court, that holds all judges, prosecutors and legislators to be absolutely immune from prosecution over actions taken in their official capacity. It doesn't matter how evil and vile and criminal their conduct on the job, according to Bugliosi, they are completely immune from prosecution, and he lauds that, as if that were the good thing about the U. S. The guy is obviously a supporter of oppression. At the same time, this book, apparently by accident, illustrates the faulty reasoning Bugliosi uses, as well as that of those he rails against in his books. He praises this draconian feature, the absolute immunity of officials, which effectively bypasses ALL human rights in the U. S., with absolutely no recourse within the government.

In his books, and especially this one, Bugliosi reveals his communist leanings. He even revealed his gangster leanings, by complaining about blowjobs being almost as common as kissing. What business on earth could that possibly be of his, even if true? He apparently wants the fulfillment of every human need to be illegal, to make it available only on the black market, at extortionate rates. I have to conclude that to be why he doesn't favor the legalization of drugs, either. It's the anti-legalization officials who are at the top of the drug supply chain, so if anyone, they are the one's who ought to be executed for drug trafficking, not the so-called drug kingpins.

Even in terms of the main topic of this book, namely the failure of the Supreme Court to grant a continuance of Bill Clinton's civil suit, he fails to mention the central idea, which made the case important to both politicians and the public. Namely, that if the charges were true, Bill Clinton should have been immediately run out of office, and NOT ALLOWED TO CONTINUE HIS TERM AS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. Is that too difficult a concept for the famous Bugliosi to grasp, or does he need ME to write a follow-up book, to point out to him, and to the public, the defects in HIS "reasoning." Bugliosi is as bad as those he puts down in some of his books, and nobody's catching it, it seems, except me. I see it plain as day. He doesn't? According to Bugliosi, all you need, to have sound, rational government that works properly, is for all its officials to have unbridled power and absolute immunity from prosecution for their abuses against human rights and against the public.

Is Bugliosi the type of guy you'd want to be president? I know I wouldn't want him in the oval office. I'm glad he lost the race for California Attorney General, years ago.

Here's the ISBN of this piece of unmitigated rubbish, in case you want to read it for yourself. After all, is does pull the pants down on the absolute immunity abuse of power, which has its roots during the times of "our founding fathers of this nation." Knowing this despotic feature they intentionally built into our government, they should have been strung up, to make examples out of them.

The above blog entry was made on December 8, 2009.

The morning low here is expected to dip into the 30's. Better come right over, so I can keep you warm, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on December 7, 2009.

I was going to mention this earlier today, to make sure no one missed this. I just finished reading My Life with Charles Manson, by Paul Watkins and Guillermo Soledad. This book didn't disappoint me. It was everything I expected, from details of group sex to group drugs. This book is especially good at covering some of the characters of this group who aren't covered much in the many other books I've read on this story, like Diane Lake, Brookes Posten and Paul Crockett. No avid reader of Charlie's story would want to omit reading this book. This is Paul Watkins story, as an insider of Charlie's group. It is told as his narrative. He died over 19 years ago, on August 3, 1990, of leukemia.

Postcard to Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski, care of Uchitel

Speaking of that story, remember the postcard I mentioned, many months ago, to Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski, in anticipation of their then incipient marriage? I've got the photo of it. Well, it was sent care of someone by the name of Uchitel, in Manhattan. Then I told you someone claiming to be an Uchitel relative wanted the postcard, if I had it, but I never had it. Does the name look familiar? That's the name that's been in the news lately, of one of Tiger Wood's ex-girlfriends. Remember, I said it looks like a transliteration from Russian, in which it means "teacher." In Russian, it's pronounced approximately oo-CHEET-l. I wouldn't know the meaning or pronunciation, if I hadn't studied Russian, some years ago. I can't resist inserting my transcription of this message here. Here it is:

Dear Lyne,

This is Irving & me going native. London is sensational - went to Manchester - also Liverpool - Tonight we are going to Sharon Tate's wedding reception to Roman Polansky [sic]. See you soon - Love to Hy and yourself!

Jackie

If you looked at the pictue of this postcard first, could you read it, before seeing my transcription?

The above blog entry was made on December 4, 2009.

Geez, I've been so busy lately. I just noticed it's been close to a week since I said anything here. I know you missed me, hen. You did miss me, didn't you?

Yeah, it's tech boredom time once again. Brace yourself ("itself?"), hen. My latest project is a microphone power supply box, which I'm currently working on. As soon as I finish these notes here, I'm back to work on it. This little box will allow me to plug in a condenser mic, for my acoustic instruments, and a headset pc mic, for my voice.

The above blog entry was made on December 3, 2009.

Here's today's entry, in my Global Warming blog:

The world record low temperature, -128.6°F, occured on July 21, 1983, in Antarctica. That wasn't so long ago. Is that Gore's idea of "global warming?" Tell Gore to shut up.

The above blog entry was made on November 27, 2009.

Well, how was turkey day? Mine was sans turkey. Do I need a gizzard, like yours, for that? No . . . uh . . . "sans" just sounds a little like "sands," so I don't need to borrow your gizzard, hen. What a relief.

The above blog entry was made on November 26, 2009.

You know, if I spent as much time working on my music projects as I put in on politics, maybe I'd be rich by now.

Speaking of politics, I just reached the end of the latest book, I just read, The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, by Vincent Bugliosi. It may seem like a shame to burst anyone's bubble of ideas about Bugliosi, but it falls upon me to do so. The above-mentioned book is the one to dispel the last remnants of doubt that Bugliosi, like all lawyers, is a liar. It scares me to mention it, really, but it's true. I already knew that, from reading most of the other books he's written. I'm not saying he lies about everything, but he lies about some things.

The first lie I recognized, in the above-mentioned book, was the one in which he claimed that that book "is not political." Believe me, it's political. I conclude that it's the single-most political book I've ever read in my life. In one spot, his political philosophy about the Democratic Party, which he touts VERY STRONGLY in this book, looks like it may have been written by one of the Democratic Party representatives, as an official party platform statement. It matches, exactly, their party politics, of late. The book is recent. It just went to press last year, while Bush was still in office.

As for any and all other lies, which may be residing in the above book, I suppose I should leave it to you to figure it out, for now. I'll say this though. If he was aware of the dirty politics that Obama et al were about to wreak on the public, then I have to conclude Bugliosi to be as much of a monster as he, in this book, claimed George W. Bush to be. There can be absolutely no excuse for what Obama and his cohorts are doing, to annihilate every last trace of personal freedom in this country, THROUGH LIES AND MYTHS AND FRAUDS. Honestly, I'd rate the imcumbent Democrats as bigger liars that George W. Bush, EASILY, and what they're doing is anything but innocuous. They're in the process of totally destroying liberty in the U. S. and abroad. It's the most massive criminal conspiracy in the history of the U. S., and it's in progress, and has been for at least months, probably years.

So, needless to say, if you read the above book, do so with all due scepticism. It's not all the same. It matters.

The above blog entry was made on November 23, 2009.

If you're ready for another dose of technical boredom, I've got it in today's Madonna blog entry. You're never bored by that stuff, at least the way I describe it? You're pretty tech saavy, for a chicken?

You know what? If you want one of my legal tips for the day, here's one. All the federal officials who are advocating the passage of the democrats' "health bill" are GUITLY of criminal conspiracy to coerce the public into signing contracts. THOSE DEMOCRATS ARE CRIMINALS. They've thusly invalidated their authority as public officials.

Why isn't the D. C. Chief of Police busting them? That's a real crime. Maybe the Chief of Police can be busted too, for criminal neglect of his duty to protect the public from that crime, which is in progress, and has been in progress for months. The politicians DO NOT have the authority to commit crimes against the public. COERCION, and CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT COERCION, are definitely crimes, and it's absolutely, 100% incontrovertible that those respective politicians are GUILTY of that crime, ABSOLUTELY BEYOND ALL POSSIBLE DOUBT. This is NOT a matter of opinion; it is absolutely a MATTER OF FACT. Obama and his cronies are CRIMINALS. This is an absolute PROOF of it. This is a LEGAL PROOF of it.

The above blog entry was made on November 21, 2009.

Oh, my, more good luck. I just hit "jazz organ," to give it another try, and VOILA! Just what I need, for my newest composition, a carnival sounding number. This patch, as some call it, sounds heavily influenced by the caliope, and I believe it was based on it. So, it's perfect, since I wanted the caliope sound for this particular work. Great. Why am I telling you this, instead of writing it in my Madonna blog? That's what I was just wondering, but I felt like putting it here, so here it is. Now, you owe me lunch out at one of your hangouts. Don't tell me you don't, because it won't work. Done deal. I've got my stamp on it. Thanks, hen. Oh, and yes, you have to be there, with me. No excuses.

I just made a custom icon, for the address bar and bookmarks, for Giuliana's website. Think she'll use it? It's a flaming G. With the size constraints at 16 x 16 pixels, it's hard to create a fabulous-looking such icon, but at least I made hers on fire, like her. Here it is:

What do you think of it?

I was just thinking of putting my Satanic 666 email address in my message to Giuliana, at her website, but used my ordinary one, instead. Then, my next visit to this page, the last three digits of my counter were 666. That's another uncanny coincidence.

The above blog entry was made on November 19, 2009.

If I somehow become the next governor of California, I assure you I'd do everything within my power to see to it that the prudes, in California's Department of Parks and Recreation, are fired. Their campaign to reverse long-standing tolerance of nudity at California's beaches is inexcusable. I wouldn't warn those officials. I've already warned them. If I find myself with the power or authority, those louts in the Parks Department are gone, no questions asked, no discussion, just get out, and now. If they think they'd find me to have a sympathetic ear, I assure them I'm not interested in giving them a break, period. Read an article, updating the situation at San Onofre State Beach, at the following link:
San Onofre nude sunbathing update

The democrats ought to be executed over the human rights violation of trying to coerce the public into signing insurance contracts. I assure them they have no such authority. Harry Reid and Pelosi ought to be two of the first to be axed over that human rights violation.

The shit has hit the fan for American clients with Swiss bank accounts. Read about it, through a link in today's Madonna blog entry, hen.

You'd never cheat on your U. S. taxes that way, hen?

Here's an update on yesterday's election, to fill the Assembly seat of California's 72nd district. There's to be a runoff election, to be held on January 12th, between the top two contenders, since no one pulled in 50% of the vote. Since Norby had such a big lead, I expect he'd win. A voter's work is never done, it seems.

The above blog entry was made on November 18, 2009.

Chris Norby, who's on the statewide California ballot today, running for a legislature position, just paid me a visit at home. He parked right by me, and walked over and shook my hand, and handed me a flyer. He greeted me by my first name, "Steve." See, the politicians know about me, my hen. He wasn't there to visit anyone else on my street, just me. He had to be thinking about me, to drop by just to see me, on election day, no less. Read about this in today's Madonna blog entry.

It's my lucky day, again. I just checked the unofficial county election results reporting website. According to their tally, with all 197 precincts completely reported, Chris Norby won, with a 10.1% lead over the next-highest candidate, the democrat. He won by a landslide over Ackerman, with a 17.5% lead. This means that it looks like the democrats aren't going to get their way, with this district's representative. [NOTE: Since none of these candidates got over 50% of the vote, a runoff is to be held on January 12th, between Norby, a Republican, and the democrat contender, who came in second on Tuesday.]

The above blog entry was made on November 17, 2009.

The last week or two, I've been working on new music. It's gone from the horror genre spinoff from my The Red Carpet, to organ music in general, and has developed into full-blown, caliope-inspired carnival music.

Well, the point I was just leading up to is that I was just sitting here, and the thought occurred to me, about Britney's latest CD, Circus. I was thinking: "what a coincidence." I didn't have a thought in the world about Britney or her music, while developing this stuff, but here I am, with the same theme enbedded in my latest music. I didn't see it coming. This is yet another coincidence that smacks of the uncanny.

I haven't heard Brit's new CD, because it doesn't release to the public untill December 2nd. I have no idea what her new stuff sounds like. I strongly doubt that any of it would be sounding anything like what I've got going on, at present. I think I can safely predict that one difference between her new music and my new music is that hers is likely to sound more like a pop spoof on the circus them, whereas my new music sounds like the genuine article: Carnival- and circus- and caliope- and organ-inspired stuff, that would sound at home at the Barnum's and Bailey circus. That is, to the degree that I render it that way, which, so far, I largely intend to do. Maybe they'd hire me to jazz up their show with this new music of mine. You think? I could use the gig, if it pays.

Here's a snippet from today's Madonna blog entry, an important report, that help's reveal the lies supporting the climate change myth (scroll 1/4 of the way down, to item #2):

'Consensus' on Climate Change Is 'Fake,' Scientists Say

The above blog entry was made on November 15, 2009.

Like I just said in today's Madonna blog entry, I just stumbled upon another music inspiration, first thing this morning, which has already resulted in the ultimate caliope music. I sometimes mention the caliope, even though those are too loud to be practical (they have no way of turning down the volume, and can be heard for miles around). A real pipe organ would be a treat for me, if I had one. Maybe I should have one, someday. I'm doing this new music on my most recently acquired keyboard. Although its organ sound, that I'm using, is good for much of my new music, it still isn't exactly the same sound I had in my previous Yamaha PSS-170. Someday, I'm going to have that kind of pipe organ sound again, although I need it to come in a keyboard with full-size keys.

The above blog entry was made on November 13, 2009.

Excuse me for mentioning it, but it's that time of year again; Charlie is 3/4 of a century old today, 75 years old, that is. He made the 3/4 mark, but I don't think he'll be around much longer. I don't think he'd make it to anywhere near the whole century mark.

In the wee hours of Veterans' Day, I finished my reading of Mayer and Thalberg, by the late Samuel Marx, who worked with them, at MGM. Just like I expected, it's a part of the history of Hollywood that any Hollywood history buff would not want to skip. The saddest point in the book came in the last chapter, which covered the death of Irving Thalberg. He said something very interesting while he lay in bed dying. You definitely don't want to miss that. It may contain a clue that his death wasn't completely natural, ie it may have been planned by someone other than himself. I don't think he wanted to die. He had everything to live for at that point, including a wife, whose acting career he persistantly cared for, and a baby daughter and an older son, Irving Jr.

The above blog entry was made on November 12, 2009.

Read today's Madonna blog entry, for news on a new peice of music I'm currently working on.

I saw something else on tv, the other day, with a chicken in it. I don't know what it was. I tend to catch glimpses of stuff on the tube, as I'm working on the computer. You think I started a fad, with this chicken theme? I started it? You're the chicken? It's just that you're chicken to meet me again? I don't believe that, really. I was nice with you. It's just that chickens have such high standards in "men?"

The above blog entry was made on November 10, 2009.

Read about my new bed, in today's Madonna blog entry. Better yet, come over and see it in person, if you know what I mean. You know you want to, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on November 8, 2009.

I've been able to hear the chickens and roosters fine, in this and the original page. Someone I contacted recently said the embedded sound wasn't autoloading for her. Well, I was using the old-style embed tags, which maybe some are having trouble with, but they were working for me. I just switched to the object tag encoding, which also works for me.

If anyone isn't hearing the sound on this page, or on the welcome page (see next paragraph), I'd like to hear about it. If it works for me, I tend to presume it works for everyone, but Windows is stubborn is some cases, so if you can't hear, let me know about it.

In case you haven't noticed, I've switched to a PHP format for this page, with a new URL. The original URL brings you to what I'm using as a welcome page, but it contains a redirection to this page, so it doesn't list on search sites, like google (some search sites refuse to list pages with a redirection instruction in it). To visit the welcome page, click the Jennifer link, near the bottom of one of these pages. If you don't hear the roosters there, let me know. I also changed the embed coding, there, to the object tag format. You can also get to the welcome page by clicking this link:

W E L C O M E P A G E

The above blog entry was made on November 7, 2009.

I just saw you on the cover of a tabloid paper, which said something about you and Brad getting together. Well, here's the deal: If Brad gets you back, I get Angelina. Help me work this out, hen.

Here's an interesting story, which illustrates modern law in Europe, these days. Do read this:
European court rules that Italy may not display crucifixes in its classrooms.

The above blog entry was made on November 5, 2009.

I just laughed at Madonna, about Tuesday's elections' outcomes. I'm sure glad there are signs the democrats are losing power. They manufactured all those myths, in an attempt to overthrow freedom. They're wild-eyed oppression criminals.

The above blog entry was made on November 4, 2009.

You must have been wondering what happened to your chicken friends. They couldn't be heard for at least a day. I was suddenly having some technical difficulties. I must have put in two 8-hour shifts fixing things. It appears I have the problem fixed, but I still have more general setups and configurations to do. What a lot of work. I hate when that kind of problem happens.

How do you like the Hayden photo, in yesterday's blog entry? That's the way the whole world should be.

My other cousin, Fred, who was also on the Jay Leno show recently, came by today, on a motorcycle. I didn't talk to him. He talked to my mother. I was busy watching a lot of very interesting documentaries on the History Channel. The shows covered the gamut, from the false identification of Hitler's remains, to the Odessa project, the Burmuda Triangle and Armageddon. What a tv-viewing day. I don't usually plan to watch so much tv, but flipping the channels, I've been coming upon the good stuff on the weekend, lately.

The above blog entry was made on November 1, 2009.

Get a load of this beautiful shot of Hayden Panettiere. She's now in this butt series.

I've been so busy. I was wanting to mention that the morning before last, I observed an outdoor temperature, in north Orange County, of 43°F. It may have gotten even colder, before the decline stopped for the morning. Maybe there's hope yet, of snow here this cold season.

Also, I wanted to mention a fortune I pulled out of a fortune cookie the other day. It said:

A good rooster can crow anywhere.

Is that true, hen? You'd know, wouldn't you?

Elizabeth Stride, one of Jack the Ripper's victims, in death, at 45 years of age, in 1988

In order for a Halloween story to be scary, it should be true. No? Here's my TRUE Halloween story:

This is an absolutely 100% true story. It must have been at least ten years ago. I was on my way to Keno's Restaurant, in west Anaheim, at night. It was dark. As I approached the intersection of Magnolia and La Palma, which is within sight of Keno's, I saw a man dressed in an 1800's-looking fashion. He wore a long black cape and a black top hat. He crossed the east side of magnolia, crossing northward to the other corner. That got me thinking. I proceeded the short distance to Keno's, and entered. I believe it was that night that I saw Rose, the former Keno's waitress, behind the counter, as usual. She was an older lady, one of the oldest, maybe the oldest waitress working there. The remarkable thing about Rose was she resembled so strongly the Jack-the-Ripper victim, whose name was Elizabeth Stride. It's like she could have been a clone, across the timespam. What's remarkable about this coincidence in time is that, shortly afterwards, Rose was not to be found at Keno's ever again. Does that look like a pattern to you? It does to me.

The above blog entry was made on October 31, 2009.

What a surprise and coincidence. I was reflecting on all the UFO sightings I made, back in 2001. Then the thought crossed my mind that I'd done it all, almost, in terms of UFO stuff, except for a men-in-black experience.

Well, no sooner said than done. Right about that time, my attention was captivated by a particular black car, that seemed out of place in the area. It was parked across the street. It looked like it might be an expensive make, but I couldn't tell what brand from 10 to 20 feet away, where I was standing. Just like the stories on the History Channel, about men-in-black, it looked spotless, and out of place (it's not a rich neighborhood).

I was just watching hours of a series of UFO stories on the History Channel, including an hour covering MIB, men-in-black. They said that MIB turn up as soon as someone mentions them. That's something how it happened with that black car, but I only thought about my lack of a MIB encounter, without speaking it. Actually, I don't know exactly how close in time the two events were, or which was first. I see a pattern though, especially since that recent night out, and the two swirling blue orbs, and the blue orb ball in front of my car wheel at something like 5:00am (inexplicable, since I'd just gotten home about 1:00am). That was on the same night; the discovery of the odd, clear, blue ball and the swirling orbs. The orbs looked about the same size as the blue ball.

The show described how there'd be MIB cars, which were black, and absolutely spotless, like the car I saw. There'd be a man get out, and he'd have not a solitary fleck of dust on him or his suit, and the car would be in the middle of nowhere, where you can't get to without stirring up some dirt and dust. The one discrepancy, in my one recent experience, is that I saw no man-in-black. A prelude, to hint that they're paying attention, but without something to say?

Another coincidence is my recent mention of MK-Ultra, which was a secret CIA project that spanned decades. The UFO thing, like area 51, is also, ostensibly, a very secret thing. The show said they've expanded, to a place called Dugway Proving Ground, in Utah. Oh, by the way, one of my cousins, who recently appeared on the Jay Leno show, has "Doug" as his first name. A mere coincidence?

The above blog entry was made on October 30, 2009.

Here's another hopeful sign that U. S. politics could be improving:

Gallup Poll: Conservatives Outnumber Moderates

Excuse me, hen, but I've been having chicken broth lately. I was suffering from a cold yesterday. That was a miserable day. Then, at night, I had the idea of having some chicken broth. It worked again. The symptoms immediately started falling away, as if by magic. There really is a cure for the common cold, and it's chicken soup. Plain chicken broth works, without the extras. It also works with the extras, as in cream of chicken. It goes to show, chickens really are indispensable.

The above blog entry was made on October 26, 2009.

My latest four batches of anaheim salsa, over 3 liters

Well, that makes six batches of my anaheim chili salsa that I've made this harvest. This photo is today's batches, all four of them, over three liters. I guess I mentioned before that I spike this with a few habaneros, since these peppers seem to be custom varieties, bred to have little to no hotness.

I was just getting ready to make today's salsa, and I noticed that the leftover tomatillas had decomposed in the bag. I'm glad the bag didn't leak, or it would have gotten all over the couch. I had to go to the store for more tomatillas. Fortunately, it only cost a buck for all three pounds I needed this time. I didn't buy any extra, since there's no room in either refrigerator.

The chili season is winding down. That reminds me; it's your molt season, hen. Do you want me to bring you a blanket, till you grow your feathers back? Give me your address. You don't want to get sick.

The above blog entry was made on October 25, 2009.

Guess who Sarah Palin is supporting in New York, to fill a house seat? A conservative third-party candidate, Conservative Party candidate Doug Hoffman. Read about it here:
Sarah Palin backs a "Conservative Party" (third-party) candidate

The above blog entry was made on October 24, 2009.

Well, I read that recent book acquisition I mentioned, The Shadow over Santa Suzana, by Adam Gorightly. It's really the original edition, all 576 pages of it. It's a worthwhile addition to my collection of books about Tate/LaBianca, etc. It does draw heavily on other books, but it also has a lot of stuff I haven't seen before. It's strengths are:

1. It heavily covers the sexual side of the "family's" cavortings.
2. It gives some coverage of a number of interesting conspiracy theories, which go afield of this story.
3. It has photos, albeit tiny ones, of some of the characters I'd never seen photos of before, eg TJ the Terrible (who's since passed away). TJ was the guy who drove Charlie to Lotsa Poppa's place, about the drug burn.
4. It mentions one gem of a conspiracy theory, in particular: MK Ultra, a sneak, U. S. government secret service, with a heavy medical aspect, ie psychiatric mind control.

I'm so glad I got ahold of the original, unredacted edition. Wouldn't you know it; I found a copy for a third what I paid for mine, a couple weeks after I bought mine.

If I were going to make a comparison of MK Ultra to some other political organization, I'd compare it to the former Soviet KGB. In reality, if the conspiracy theories are true, I think MK Ultra probably had more teeth that the KGB, if that's any clue what kind of nasty thing MK Ultra was, or is. Like I've said so many times before, the U. S. is organized crime, not a freedom or hero's club. If fact, it was that very nastiness, on the part of the U. S., that caused Gorbachev to cave in, and relinquish the helm, and the whole Soviet Union along with it. That fact is not in the book. It's my own observation.

Good news! Obama's approval rating is one of the lowest in the history of Gallop Poll history, for this portion of a president's first term. Read about it here:
Obama's profound lack of popularity
What do you think, hen?

The above blog entry was made on October 22, 2009.

You heard it here first: A mistrial was just declared in the John Travolta extortion case. A judge ordered a retrial.

Have you seen a particular picture, on the internet, featuring a guy in a coyboy hat with a huge, larger-than-life chicken? You could do an image search on "chicken," and see if you come across it.

Ms. Courtney is a cougar? I've never seen that show. I'm too old to be her cougar qualifier, but we don't have to be on cougar terms. I know; she's married (supposedly). She must feel something for me, since she showed up for me a couple of years ago. She was just amusing herself? I just can't resist an opportunity to bring something up about the combination of A-list broads and myself.

The above blog entry was made on October 21, 2009.

Picture it: Sarah Palin and myself, running together for pres and vice-pres, on the ticket of our newly-founded Lucifer's Party, in 2012, myself in the #1 spot, and Sarah in the VP spot. You think? It's what this country really needs. I'm the only one in the political spectrum willing to do battle on a level that's capable of wresting the country from its communist-leaning doldrums.

Oh, by the way, I wanted to comment here, about the Brad-Pitt/Johnny-Depp hairstyle that was donned by the father of the balloon boy, before a little later, when he suddenly had a coif more similar to Alec Baldwin. Maybe he was going for broke, trying to come across as comparable to one of the former two, above, before recognizing impending failure, and regressing to something more traditional, a la Baldwin.

The above blog entry was made on October 20, 2009.

Amazing speed. I just ordered the book, online, Mayer and Thalberg, by Samuel Marx, and it arrived already, in less than 36 hours. That happens sometimes. It was shipped media mail, too, from within California, though. You may remember those names from the old, discontinued MGM studio, from the silent film days, forward. Remember, a while back, I reported here on Samuel Marx's other book about the MGM crowd, Deadly Illusions - Jean Harlow and the Murder of Paul Bern, which Marx cowrote with Joyce Vanderveen. After reading the 1988 introduction and the presumably original, of 1975, foreword, I'm already comparably intrigued by this additional book.

I just watched a lot of the Larry King Live interview, with the family of the balloon boy. Although the father, in that interview, says there was a bottom door into the 4-foot-diameter basket-like area, his story still doesn't stack up. He said the door is made out of cardboard. One couldn't expect a flimsy cardboard door to hold the weight of a boy. If the boy had been sitting in the balloon proper, he would have made a visible bulge in the mylar material. There are too many things, which each take a stretch of the imagination to believe, and they all have to be believed at the same time, to buy the guy's story. It just doesn't add up. We're asked to believe these stretches of the imagination, and that they ALL happened:

1. The boy was hiding, not to perpetrate the hoax, but because he was afraid of being punished for something unrelated, AT THAT VERY TIME.
2. The father just couldn't bear to watch, when if he had watched, he'd have to conclude the boy never took flight in the balloon, because:
a. The trap door wasn't hanging open, and
b. There was no bulge in the mylar, caused by the weight of the boy being situated there.
3. The boy said, in front of reporters, that they "did it for the camera," but the father asserted the boy to be referring to a former reality show the family did. Why would he make that comment during the balloon-related interview?
4. The demeanor of the parents, in that interview, appeared mostly defensive, like they were lying. We're asked to believe their show of stress to be concern about the boy.

Not only that, the father started acting very defensively, when he was asked to ask the boy what he meant when he said they "did it for the camera." The father was suddenly worried that his house of cards was about to collapse, if he were to ask his boy the question, and have him answer it (the boy may then, very possibly, have proceeded to admit the truth). His sudden defensiveness must be interpreted as the father's trying to keep the boy from finking on themselves about their hoax.

It was announced, a little while ago, near the end of the showing of that interview, that criminal charges are likely, but at that point, they had only been able to decide on a class 3 misdemeanor charge. They also said they'd prefer to press federal charges, if they could determine what to charge them with.

The above blog entry was made on October 17, 2009.

I just realized I bought and read the 1987 edited version of Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert A. Heinlein. I thought I had bought the unedited version, which wasn't available until 1991. Well, that goes to show I've got that book back on my must-read list. The '87 edition, which I've already read, has 80 pages less than the '91 edition. I suspect that 80 pages of stuff to be on the wild side, to put it simply.

So-called "cap and trade" is special interest organized crime, under color of office. The democrats maldefine everything to pretend their crimes against the public to be public service.

I just solved the balloon-boy case. A little simple reasoning worked. Remember, if you were watching in real time, that they reported that the father couldn't bear to watch the tv report? Well, that can be taken as a proof that he staged the whole thing. For, if he had taken a peak at the tv report, he would have immediately seen that the boy could not possibly have been on board, because there was no door into that balloon (the basket wasn't attached). The whole idea of "not being able to watch" was an artifice, to pretend he didn't know the boy wasn't in the sky, to prolong the suspenseful coverage of the breaking story, and hence keep himself and his family in the tv spotlight. That was a dirty trick. That was a real crime. Case solved. The man's guilty.

The fire on the mountain, of the Angeles National Forest, has been blazing again lately, especially today. It's blazing wildly, nearer to the summit. It's obviously arson, and in all likelihood the doing and crime of the "firemen." It's dirty politics in action. There's no such thing as the legitimacy of the U. S. The U. S. "government" is a grossly-oversized crime syndicate.

Here's a reply, to my above message, about the balloon-boy story:

Interesting detective work Mr. Malinowski! Thanks for watching Newscentral.

Jeff Soto
Executive Producer
KCBS/KCAL

He must have liked my news tip, for the executive producer, himself, to reply to me. I applaud myself.

The above blog entry was made on October 16, 2009.

Here are some exceptionally interesting news videos, from CNN news:

1. MIRADOR - the lost Mayan city
2. Archeological dig in Iraq
3. César Gaviria calls for decriminalization of cocaine

Mr. Gaviria is definitely right about cocaine; it MUST BE DECRIMINALIZED. In effect, the anti-drug politicians are the REAL DRUG KINGPINS. If street drugs were legal, there'd be no drug cartels, because there'd be no money in the drugs, not the kind of money they'd be interested in. The associated violence would disappear at the same time as the cartels, obviously. Under current federal law, the politicians are the ones who ought to get the death penalty for massive drug sales, since, really, they are ones at the top of the supply chains, not the so-called drug lords.

The other day, there was something I meant to say about the liar emeritus, himself, Al Gore. He got filthy rich off of his "greenhouse gases" myth. In 2000, he had about two million dollars. In 2008, his money reached about 100 million dollars. Is gargantuan-scale public fraud profitable? YES! I think the above demonstrates that. The public definitely doesn't need Al Gore to be president. If Al's no longer interested in that job, it's no wonder, considering how wealthy he's gotten merely defrauding people out of their lifestyle rights, by way of the "greenhouse gases" myth. He's already got all the money he could need, for the rest of his life, if he doesn't squander it. He could live off the interest alone, easily. One percent simple interest comes to a paycheck of a million dollars a year, and he'd probably get compound interest, which would pay more. He wouldn't have to invest it in anything but one or more bank accounts to collect that. He's clearly set for life, barring something getting in his way, like a prison sentence for his huge bunco crime, the one with the battle cry of "greenhouse gases."

I just caught the last half, or so, of the old silent film, Sadie Thompson, starring Gloria Swanson. That film was considered racy, by 1928 standards. It was filmed on Santa Catalina Island, off Long Beach, "26 miles across the sea," as the old radio jingle went, decades ago. I used to see silent films on tv sometimes, in the 1960's, but I wasn't watching those then. This time, I finally watched. It's about time. I enjoyed it.

The above blog entry was made on October 15, 2009.

Well, I knocked off another show in the ol' Hollywood. I did my monster music, The Red Carpet, the horror movement.

Richard Levinson, who's the pianist in Louis and Keely, at the Geffen, was there at Sacred Fools Theatre again, and he played piano again . . . my keyboard, actually. I loaned him my keyboard, after I played my bit on it. He told me afterwards he was glad he didn't have to use the upright piano up on the stage. I tried that one myself, after the night's shows were over. The keys were very stiff. I think that must have been the reason he didn't want to play that one. The keys on my keyboard are very free and easy. Counterweighted, as pianos are, is fine, but that one was on the rediculous side. Maybe that one was designed for someone who bangs the keys, so that the keys resist. The keys of that piano fight back.

Levinson sounded good, of course. The host, Carla Jo Bailey, liked my piece too. She said she liked how it started out twinkly, in piano sound, then moved into the heavy, horror organ sound. I told her I didn't do the full version, that the full version would have taken longer.

The piece I played on the piano on stage afterwards, toying with the keys rather than getting into it seriously, was the one I said I modeled after my idea of the Gershwin sound. I'm thinking maybe I should have planned on playing that one too, while I was doing my thing in front of the audience.

They had the place set up for a play they've got running there, with band equipment on a stage, and tables and chairs, like in a restaurant with a bar. The play is Saving up for Saturday Night. I probably won't see it, since my budget is so tight. Someone said that if you think you don't like honky tonk music, forget it; you do. If you'd see that play, with it's loud music, you'd definitely like the honky tonk music. That's an intriguing description. It's a shame I can't afford to see it. Oh, Jen the hen . . . You don't care if I have to miss it? But, we could see it together. You know you want to. Then you'd go without me? That's not nice.

I just added a sixth item to yesterday's "what's today" list. I didn't know it at the time, but Jay Leno had my two cousins and their mother on his show last night. My mother, my aunt's sister, told me about it today. She didn't see it either, since she didn't know it was last night. Leno's show comes on at 10:00 pm, which is the exact time an intermission was called at the Sacred Fools Theatre, last night, where I was in the show. Maybe I'll rub elbows, myself, with Leno. I'd like to perform some of my own music on his show. I'd do it on Conan's show, especially since he's in Hollywood, now. Or on Ferguson's show, or whoever's show, I want to do it. I think I'll invoke the friend-of-his idea; since he had on my cousin, who's his friend, he ought to extend the favor to me, especially since my music is so good. In fact, this is the perfect time to do my horror music. I'll let him know.

Also, last night, I visited the Cielo Drive property again. I had a slight equipment problem that time. A wire was giving me trouble. I should have replaced it, the other day. I saw two blue spheres swirling up near the tree. The term is "ghost orb." Those ghosts are getting bold with me. I'd like to have a long chat with the Sharon ghost, in particular. Maybe later.

When I got home, I just parked in the driveway, as usual. There was a surprise around dawn, the next morning, though. There was a blue object in front of my left-rear wheel. That couldn't have been there when I parked, or it would have been run over, except I wouldn't have run over it. I walked over to it, and it turned out to be a clear blue ball, about five inched in diameter. It was about the same size as those orbs appeared to be. It was puzzling, since it was still too early for kids to have left it there, since I got home near 1:00 am. I could kick myself for not bringing it in. Instead, I kicked it across the street. Then, as I was out, it dawned on me that that ball was from the ghosts I had just visited. It corresponded to the swirling blue orbs. Damn and double damn. I'd really like to have that ghostly souvenir.

Although the following article contains some lies, which lend undeserved credibility to "greenhouse gas emission," it does partially debunk the bunco crime of feigning "global warming:"
Debunking the bunco of "global warming".

The above blog entry was made on October 13, 2009.

What's today? Well, here's a list of what today is:

1. Aleister Crowley's posthumous 134th birthday
2. The 40th anniversary of Charlie Manson's last arrest (at Barker Ranch)
3. My 1st public performance of the horror movement of my musical piece, The Red Carpet
4. Columbus Day
5. The Ten Tops show, at Sacred Fools Theatre, in Hollywood
6. Jay Leno has my aunt and two cousins on his show. (I didn't see it, since I was doing my own show that night.)

Hmmm . . . does that look like a pattern to you, hen?

Oops. I forgot to include Columbus Day in the above list. I just added it. An interesting coincidence, since Charlie's mentioned in this list, is that Columbus Day became a federal holiday the same year Charlie was born, 1934. Also, October 12, 1492 was the date in the Julian calendar, that Columbus arrived, but October 21, 1492 is the date in the current Gregorian calendar that Columbus arrived. I mention that, because 12 and 21 are anagrams of each other, and anagrams are Satanic. I always throw in the Satanic where I find it. Charlie and myself are both Satanic figures. How appropriate, considering my horror show tonight.

I just picked another 3 pounds of chilis. That's enough for 4 more batches of salsa. I'm going to need to grow the tomatillos too, since the recipe calls for an equal weight of those. Next time, and I should also grow the cilantro, like I did one year in the past. I should be able to grow everything, but I'd still buy the chicken broth it calls for . . . unless . . . no . . . never.

The above blog entry was made on October 12, 2009.

At last, the good news I've been waiting for. Paypal just notified me that they decided in my favor, and credited my account with the amount I had paid the Ebay swindler weeks ago. I just electronically transferred the amount to my bank account. I won't breath a full sigh of relief until it clears, in about three to four business days. That whole case seemed spooky, especially in the beginning, when it still came as a shock to me.

I just made two batches of my anaheim chili salsa. You should have seen the anaheims I picked from my garden, after they had set for a week or more. They all turned red, sitting as they awaited their plunge into the salsa. I already posted the photos of them, when they were mostly green. Again, I spiked them with habaneros. I just bought out the entire inventory of habaneros, at the nearby grocery store, all three of their peppers that were in stock, on their shelf. I hope that didn't seem too extravagant. They cost me 26¢.

If you've been reading my Madonna blog, you know that one of my music keyboards needed a little fixing. It's main volume slider was acting up. At least I think I mentioned it there. Well, I fixed it, the other day. All's well that ends well.

My show is fast approaching. Like I said, it's tomorrow night, Monday, at 8:00 pm, in Hollywood.

I just had another epiphany, my hen. I was just watching E!, on cable, and some broad was saying, "he took his shirt off; how could it get any better?" The guy, whoever he was, had washboard abs. Now, I've been getting the implication, really, that broads prefer their guys to be fit, but come one. This is an example of a woman (to translate into epiphany clarity) who hates a gut . . . HATES A GUT . . . THAT MUCH! THAT MUCH!! OUCH!! Oh, hen, what does that say about me? I have a gut. Tell me it isn't so. Rush to my side, to demonstate to me that's it's no big deal. But, it is a big deal, and you're not interested in lying to me, to make me feel better? You don't even care about me . . . AT ALL?! No, hen, I can't accept that as your attitude. Prove it wrong. I think you know where to find me. Come on, my hen. I'm waiting. You MUST care about me. I know you do?

By the way, I wanted to mention that I just acquired yet another lawn mower. It happens to be electric, like the one I've been using. However, it is newer, and newer-looking, and it is more deluxe, with better features. It's the same brand, a Black-and-Decker. I may as well let you in on some specifics:

1. It's got twice the power (consumes twice the current).
2. Its rotary blade is recessed, being at cutting level only near its tips, for less friction, hence more efficiency, hence more usable power output.
3. The combination of the above two features means that it has more than twice the power output of my older mower.
4. It came with the grass catcher, and it's the original one (not makeshift).
5. It's a rear-throw mower, which makes it easier to maneuver.
6. Its height adjustment is quick, easy, and doesn't require tools.

I know you can hardly care about something you'd never be interested in using yourself. The hen is so wealthy, she has a gardener do her mowing. I know. If you mowed lawns, for yourself, you'd find this at least a little interesting.

I picked up this mower for ten bucks used, plus tax. The drawback was it didn't work, until I fixed an electrical problem it had, which I fixed the same day (at night) that I brought it home. If I weren't so good at repairing things, it would have been much more of a challenge. The average Joe Blow would never have been able to fix it so relatively quick and easy. I'm good. Like I've said many times before, I can fix just about anything, and often do. Yeah, when you're a farmer, a chicken farmer even, you gotta be good with your hands and good fixin' things.

I wanna relocate to another farm, where chickens are allowed. You think?

Do I remind you of the typical broad, the way I'm so gabby here, in this blog? I always have so much to say, don't I? It impresses me, let alone anyone else.

You know, I've composed the theoretical-ideal dirge, in my The Ghost of Sharon piece. If done with an appropriate organ sound, and rendered slowly and thoughtfully, in the dirge style and tradition, this sound is so well-suited for use as funeral music, it has the potential to become a world standard at funerals. The idea is enough to make me want to record it in this dirge style, and soon. Of course, I'd want to be paid for copies of it. That complicates the picture, at bit. It's not as simple and easy as people tend to think, the challenge of going after pay for one's music and recordings, not to mention credit. It's been an uphill battle for me, since it's been all too easy for thieves in the music business. It's given me considerable pause, but I must continue moving forward with all my work and plans.

Of course, I intend to also render The Ghost of Sharon in a style more in keeping with my original intent. In fact, I may record several versions, all significantly different in style. The piece has a lot of potential.

If and when I die, if I'm to receive a funeral service, I want The Ghost of Sharon, dirge version, played at it, if there's to be music, and there should be, all considered. I want to reemphasize, though, that I stipulate that I'm to be cremated, when the time arrives. No in-ground burials for me, thank you. My ashes in a mausoleum vault; you think?

The above blog entry was made on October 11, 2009.

Did you know that Jerry Brown has a loophole, which he plans to exploit? When term limits went into effect in California, in 1990, they didn't make them retroactive. That means that Jerry Brown, who's already served the maximum of two four-years terms as governor, from 1975 to 1983, is still eligible to serve another two four-year terms. It's like he's one of the few people still alive in California who's in a position to exploit the loophole. I think that technicality ought to be rubbed in his face, in opposing his bid for governor in 2010. If the spirit of the law were truly and sincerely to establish term limits, why should he, or anyone else, be exempt?

Regardless of this detail, I definitely don't want Jerry Brown to become governor again. Two terms was two too many, as far as he's concerned. He can stick his monastical political philosophy up his own wazoo. With his church-state help, the Department of Parks and Recreation, of California, is doing everything in their power or ability, lately, to undo decades of respect for the human right of nudity in public, at state parks. Those politicians have infinite gaul to undo such a long tradition of respect for such a basic and essential human right. This transgression against human rights is uncalled-for, unethical, violent, unforgivable, and must be considered unconstitutional. It's also fraudulent. They're pretending a need to avoid lawsuits, but in reality they have not had a problem with lawsuits stemming from nude recreation. Brown's a monster, falsely personating a human. He must be stopped. We certainly must not allow him to become governor again.

I finally fixed the link, about Hillary Clinton's election law violations, on this page and my home page and my Madonna page. For months and months, I wasn't paying attention, and somehow the link no longer pointed to where the video was. It makes me wonder if it was the work of a hacker, months ago. Now, I've got links to two such videos, which are related to each other, as 1-of-2 and 2-of-2. Don't miss them. It's more evidence that the democrats are NOT interested in fair elections. They are interested in monopolizing everything.

The above blog entry was made on October 10, 2009.

Well, at least there's some good news on the political front. Namely, the dems stand to lose big-time in the '10 midterm elections. With any luck, their losses would be as great, or greater, than the '94 losses, which the dems incurred at a low point of public "approval" of Bill Clinton. More good news is that the defending party usually gains a lot of seats in the wake of a first-term president's election. A typical figure, according to CNN, would be about 28 seats that the Republicans stand to pick up in the house. They also stand to gain a few seats in the Senate, according to the same principle. Bill Clinton's above low was in the wake, or midst, of a health-care push. Sound familiar? The democrats just don't take "no" for an answer. They keep trying to ram health bills down the publics throats, willy-nilly. Martial law ought to be declared, and the democrats all slaughtered where they stand. That'd show 'em who's boss. The Obamacrats are death angels, who are out to annihilate the white race with all manner of government manipulations, being passed off as health or human rights or you name it.

The above blog entry was made on October 9, 2009.

What miserable experience did I live just now, you may ask? Well, I just cleaned up an old shop vacuum cleaner, and made and installed a custom baffle it was missing and needed. It works great, again. There's one problem, though. The metal canister is rusted through in many places. Small holes let daylight through to the inside. I could seal the canister, but that'd cost more than replacing the whole vacuum with a good used shop vac, which I could pick up cheap someplace. So, in summary, it looks like this old one, which I've had since about the late 1970's, is a goner. What a shame. The electro-mechanical still works great.

Here's more tech boredom, if you want it. I just took apart one of my music keyboards. It needs an electrical part, which I've already identified. I need to determine next if the part is still available, or what part I can swap from another model, if it comes to that. The keyboard works great, except for this one part. I'm a real technician, believe it or not. I can fix just about anything.

The above blog entry was made on October 8, 2009.

As I've said before, the prior, Winter cherry-blossom bloom, of DC, was brought about by the black magick of political criminals, pretending evidence of effects of "greenhouse gases." I know that for a fact. It's not mere speculation on my part. Although it's cool here in southern California at this time, the same black magick has been perpetrated in southern California, causing heat waves in Fall and even in Winter, in the past. It's black magick, applied to further their criminal dirty politics. All of us adept individuals must now maintain positive magickal influences, to keep things the way everything must be. We must not submit to the evil black magick of political criminals, who want to oppress us, with faked evidence of "the need for change." "The need for change" is a dirty politics battle cry. We must not be fooled by it, and we must not submit to it. It is boldly designed to undermine and totally eliminate all personal liberties in the U. S. and the whole world. We must maintain a firm stance, through positive magick, to counter the black magick threat to our freedoms of lifestyle. Barack and his ilk are wild-eyed lunatics, who can and must be considered, collectively, to be public enemy number one. In reality, Barack and his cronies are worse, and more dangerous, than anyone the FBI tends to put on their most wanted list. The FBI isn't going to solve this dirty politics problem for us. We must unite in spirit and action, even if our participation is silent. We must rise to this challenge through the use of good magick, to battle this oppressive war against personal freedoms. We must not let dirty Chicago politics ruin life in the U. S. and the rest of the world. We must establish a routine way of life to oppose them every step of every day, lest we end up in the hell they have planned for us.

So far it's cooler than usual here in the northern OC. I hope it snows in southern California this cold season, especially in the northern part of the OC.

The above blog entry was made on October 6, 2009.

Here's a video spoof on Obama style big government and healthcare. Of course, you have to click this image to get to it.

My real life is scarier than my Halloween show, but that won't stop me from doing the show. It must go on, and I want it to. I still can't image how I'm going to get my hands on a devil costume. I'll just have to do it without horns. Would I look too out of character, without horns, hen? You have no idea; you've never seen me without horns?

The above blog entry was made on October 5, 2009.

The fire on the mountain, of the Angeles National Forest, is still burning as I type this. Is that fire ever going to go out?

A kook just sent me a crank email, at ten something pm. He accused me of being crazy, so I replied with a long description of his obvious psychoses, which I'm so eminently qualified to diagnose. He's got a number of psychiatric disorders, and I spelled it out for him, at length, in my reply. Do you think he'd heed my recommendation, by committing himself on a 5150, for psychiatric evaluation and treatment? An involuntary 5150 is indicated, as he's a grave danger to the public, in general. I was tempted to post my reply here, then I reconsidered. After all, why should I feed his deranged need for attention?

I just came across some interesting information about the Roman Polanski case:

CNN: Ex-prosecutor admits he lied about Polanski case
A retired prosecutor whose comments in a 2008 HBO documentary threatened to derail a 31-year-old sex case against film director Roman Polanski now says he lied.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/10/01/
polanski.prosecutor.admits.lie/index.html

I hope your read it. It's another bizarre detail in a bizarre life. Chickens don't read the news?

The above blog entry was made on October 3, 2009.

Unfortunately, I don't have any more farm news, at this moment. That is, except for the fact that I just had to pick more peppers today, since they were ready.

By the way, the chipotle I just made is so good, it appears it's not going to last long. I've got more than enough anaheims already picked for more than two more batches of chipotle. It tastes like the commercial chipotle you'd get at a restaurant. It's phenomenal. I think the capsaicinoids redistributed overnight, leaving the salsa not quite as hot as it was straight out of the blender.

You can read about my new keyboard in my Madonna blog. Yes, it's another one. I'm almost on the verge of losing count of how many keyboards I've had. This one's my fifth, and it's got more features than any of the other ones I've had.

I'd be glad to put something here relevant you you, hen. Give me something to put here, if you want. You're so private, you don't have anything like that to go here?

Time/Warner's tv local edition (local news), here in the O. C., has been overdriving the sound, causing it to be crackly and rasping. It's horrible. They ought to fix that. It's been that way for weeks. Can't they tell? Are they that insensitive to such technical qualities? It sounds worse than clucking and crowing chickens. Tell them to fix it, hen. They'd listen to you?

The fire on the mountain, in the Angeles National Forest, is still burning. Keep your feathers away from those flames, hen. You don't want to end up Kentucky fried.

The above blog entry was made on October 2, 2009.

Be sure to read my latest chile exploit, at the end of yesterday's entry. I tells of how I just made my first batch of anaheim chipotle chile salsa, from some of my homegrown anaheim peppers. Don't ask Jack, of Jack-in-the-Box, how to pronounce it. He doesn't know.

I was just watching Chelsea Lately, and at the end of the show, they had a shot of you on, my hen. I didn't hear what they said. I guess it was about having you on the show. Now, that episode I'd like to watch. It'd bring out the vulgarity of the ol' hen, would it? I'd like to see that.

The fires are still burning, on the mountain of the Angeles National Forest, as still seen through my kitchen window. It really is the new version of the perpetually burning bush on Mount Sinai, which beckoned to Moses, and I'm the new Moses? I was just watching Pastor Melissa Scott on tv again, and afterwards, I grabbed a fortune cookie, and asked it what Ms. Melissa had in store for me. Here's what the fortune cookie dutifully replied to me:

Your dearest wish will come true.

Hmmm . . . that's a pretty good fortune. You think? I felt like sending her a message right away, to tell her about it, but then I thought that maybe I should think about it a while first. Every time I see her tv show I think about contacting her, but so far I never have, and now this. Interesting.

Autumn lows are falling, here in Fullerton. I awoke just before 7:30 am this morning, and looked out the back window at the thermometer to see that we had a morning low of 54° F. I believe our lows here are going to much much lower this Winter than last.

The above blog entry was made on October 1, 2009.

You MUST read today's Madonna blog entry. I wrote a Letterman style Top Ten, about Madonna's playing with herself, in her new Celebration video. At that, I just thought of a possible eleventh item, if it were the top eleven or more:

11. That's how she celebrates.

The eleventh one is kind of weak, I suppose, but I wanted to say it anyway. The Letterman crew never hesitates to include lame material, so this eleventh item adds a touch of realism to it, like it could be the genuine article. That's quality, that Top Ten item I just did. See, I really am better than Letterman and his crew. I'm beating them at their own game.

If you read between the lines, it's apparent that the CEO's and other management, that run things in the U. S., are using superstition, rather than science. I know absolutely, BEYOND ALL POSSIBLE DOUBT, that "global warming science" as it's being used, is really grossly overrated superstition. Their "facts" are lies, and their "science" is superstition. It's plain as day, to me personally. I've got the math and science background to understand it absolutely 100%, not just sort of, but COMPLETELY. Any "expert," who claims the evidence to support "global warming" is either:

1. Not a real expert, or
2. Lying to keep his job/income source.

One's belief in "greenhouse gases causing global warming" is PROOF POSITIVE that ONE IS NOT AN EXPERT!!! This is an ABSOLUTE FACT. I mean ABSOLUTE FACT. There are no two ways about it. It is NOT a matter of opinion. It is a matter of OBJECTIVE FACT.

Here's an excerpt from yesterday's CNN email news update:

McClatchy: Utilities quit group over its opposition to climate change bill
Exelon, the nation's biggest operator of nuclear power plants, said Monday that it's quitting the U.S. Chamber of Commerce because of the business group's lobbying against climate and energy legislation.
http://www.mcclatchydc.com/227/story/76188.html

What that indicates is that Exelon is pretending a belief in global warming "theory," to greedily shift business from petroleum to nuclear energy. How convenient, for them to be already poised to rake in extra revenue from "concern about climate change." The executives at Exelon ought to have their tongues cut out, without painkiller, for defrauding the public with their selfish lies.

I want to emphasize here:

1. Not only is "global warming science" NOT REAL SCIENCE, but
2. The "facts" and "evidence" cited are BLATANT LIES. They know it's bull. THEY ARE LYING!!! They are really LYING LYING LYING !!!
3. How else can I put this; it's plain as day.

Don't let the "experts" fool you, hen.

anaheim chipotle salsa, made from my harvest of chiles

Here it is; the fruit of my garden labor. I just put 3/4 pound of my anaheim chile harvest into this 3 cups of chipotle salsa. Since these peppers were growned from seeds bred to bear peppers with zero hotness, I added one good-sized havanero chile, which effectively brought the zing level up to medium hotness. Just right. One batch is 3 cups. The recipe said add salt to taste, so I added 1/2 tsp. of salt, and tried it, then added another 1/2 teaspoon. I conclude that in future batches I want to limit it to 1/2 tsp. total. My mother suggested more salt. I should have left it.

That stalk-like thing on the left side of the salsa turned out to be one of the rubber bands that was holding the cilantro together. No harm done. It made it through the ordeal of the blender unscathed. Maybe I'll post the recipe here, with my customizations. The recipe left some details unexplained, so I had to figure some things out for myself. [There is zero tomato in this salsa, since the recipe didn't call for tomato. All the redness comes from the ripe red anaheim chiles.]

The above blog entry was made on September 30, 2009.

I just sent a pleasant, to me, little message to Tufts University president, Bacow. Here it is:

The new ban of sex while a roommate is present is a step backward to the dark ages of church-state politics, and has no place in a university's or college's rules of conduct. By the way, I hope you're not supporting that massive dirty political myth called "greenhouse gas emissions." If you were a real scientist, you'd comprehend that the idea doesn't hold theoretical water. Environmental "Experts" who decry "greenhouse gas emissions" ought to be committed for life to mental hospitals, because they are off their rockers, not all there upstairs. Of course, the guillotine could be of service, again, shall I say. Toodle-oo and ta ta for now.

Sincerely,
Steve
ps: Hmmm . . . I wonder what the easiest way is, to fire a university president.

Is Bacow a moron in all areas of "reasoning?" Do you know, hen?

Here's more documentation of life on my chicken farm, hen. On your left is two kinds of fresh-picked squash. The larger is butternut, and the small one is acorn. I'll give you a second to guess how heavy the big butternut, in the front, is. Guessed yet? It's an ounce short of 4 pounds. I'd say that's too big for most people to eat in one sitting.

On the right is a box of fresh-picked grapefruit. It's from a dwarf tree. There's nothing dwarf about its fruit, though. I weighed a couple of them up earlier today, and one was 14.5 ounces, and the other one was 13.5 ounces. Nothing puny about that. Gotta see um? Click the thumbnail; it's on the right. It may be early in Fall, but that's not stopping the produce from being ready.

You've been acting just like a chicken towards me, hen. I talk to you, and ask you questions, and I don't get a peep out of you. You're a hen, and hens cluck, not peep? Then I go right on talking to you, anyway, just like a real farmer and his chicken.

You know, that'd make for a good little skit. The real you, looking like your usual self, and me (or, God forbid, someone else). I'd carry on talking to you, like you were a real chicken, like a farmer passing time with his farm animal, or talking to it while he does his work. Maybe he'd like a long chat with it, every day, after his day's work. A whole tv sitcom of that sort? No? You can't believe it'd work? There's bound to be a producer out there who'd take a chance on it. The kind who'd be interested don't hold such sway with the tv networks? Unless Martin Ransohoff is still doing tv shows. You think? To tell you the truth, a show of that nature has more of a tradition in the stageplay. So, should I write a whole stageplay of the sort, hen? You think someone would produce it? At least at a small venue? I doubt you'd do it for the kind of tiny pay such a place could afford to pay. I think I'd have to substitute someone else for the lead "chicken." Maybe a real chicken?

The above blog entry was made on September 29, 2009.

The latest pound and a half of peppers off my plants

On the right is the latest pound and a half of peppers, I just picked from of my plants. I couldn't wait; they were turning color. One of them was bright red, and rotting away on the plant. Click on it, to see a larger version of the photo. Note that the large photo is in JPEG compressed format, so it isn't as high resolution as the GIF format one, which is much bulkier in file size. I spared you the extra seconds of download time.

Okay, vaudeville joke time:

Have you seen my latest peppers? They don't bite . . . They have no bite at all; I can't feel 'em.

I know, they probably wouldn't have used that joke, but it was relevant. Really, I can't feel any hotness to either the jalapeños or the anaheims. I suspect the seed supplier slipped me some custom bred pepper seeds, bred to have no hotness. I sure wish they would have mentioned that on the package. I wouldn't have bought them. I wanted commercial quality plants, and these aren't bred to be that. If you were to bite into one of these with a blindfold on, you'd think it was a bell pepper, except for the thinner skin. It's a disgrace to those pepper lines. Their ancestral peppers should be turning over in their graves.

The other day, I read an article about Drew Barrymore in Parade magazine. It was just the same old thing with her. Same old hot Drew.

"So," would say Jen the hen, "there are other hot broads; not just me?" Yeah, I believe so, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on September 28, 2009.

Not only did I deliver the keyboard I just sold, I did it around midnight. That's service. What could I do? I needed the cash.

Oh my gosh. I just noticed that it's the 4th anniversary of this website. Feel any older, my hen?

The above blog entry was made on September 27, 2009.

Do you know the name of that classical piano piece, which has been in the Weather Channel's local forecast lately, and who its composer was? I presume they play the same pieces of music in all areas, with their local forecasts. I love that one. It's one of my favorite piano numbers.

The above blog entry was made on September 26, 2009.

It's almost 24 hours since Ms. Susan Atkins died. It's sad that she's gone, except she'll be better off now. Her life wasn't worth living near the end of it. It's a real internal struggle for me, the idea of even discussing it in these terms. She was a person too, and she too lived her own Hell. How many people have read her biography? I have. She died as her mother died, when Susan was only about 15. Susan said she took that loss of her mother hard, which influenced her attitude towards religion; how could God take her mother that way?

I don't think I mentioned it here, but a while back, when she was hoping for compassionate release, I wrote to the parole board to ask them to grant her that, but they didn't. It was said someplace (apparently a lie) that she was recovering, the implication being that she shouldn't be released. Well, apparently she was not recovering, considering that she just died.

I also had written to her husband, Mr. Whitehouse. He suggested I read her story, as published on his website, which is a newer version of the story. I presume that most of it was written by himself, but he said she went over some of the earlier portions of it. As a matter of fact, I had already read that online book, by the time he suggested it to me. I never got around to mentioning that fact to him. I think I'll write to him once more, now that she's gone; at least brief condolences.

The above blog entry was made on September 25, 2009.

Here's some quotes from Aleister Crowley, who's pictured here on the right. I've excerpted three passages from his Absinthe: The Green Goddess. This fits in with my political and other philosophy.

There are species which survive because of the feeling of disgust inspired by them: one is reluctant to set the heel firmly upon them, however thick may be one's boots. But when they are recognized as utterly noxious to humanity--the more so that they ape its form--then courage must be found, or, rather, nausea must be swallowed. May God send us a Saint George!

Compare the above-mentioned creature to the U. S. politician, who likewise must be vanquished.

It is notorious that all genius is accompanied by vice. Almost always this takes the form of sexual extravagance. It is to be observed that deficiency, as in the cases of Carlyle and Ruskin, is to be reckoned as extravagance. At least the word abnormalcy will fit all cases. Farther, we see that in a very large number of great men there has also been indulgence in drink or drugs. There are whole periods when practically every great man has been thus marked, and these periods are those during which the heroic spirit has died out of their nation, and the burgeois is apparently triumphant.

Although the above passage smacks of a communist flavor, a lesson to be learned is that "substance abuse" has a purpose and sacred place amongst men, and must be held to be inviolable, a true human right. This is pointed out in this next passage:

But we are not to reckon up the uses of a thing by contemplating the wreckage of its abuse. We do not curse the sea because of occasional disasters to our marines, or refuse axes to our woodsmen because we sympathize with Charles the First or Louis the Sixteenth. So therefore as special vices and dangers pertinent to absinthe, so also do graces and virtues that adorn no other liquor.

Should I give the blah blah news first? Here it is: I can still see the fires raging on the mountain of the Angeles National Forest, from my kitchen window.

Now, here's some news on that Ebay crook, who tried to rob me online. First, I found that his 5 bogus product listings are gone, deleted. Then, I found on an Ebay page that the guy is no longer a registered Ebay member. The Ebay page didn't mention if he's been suspended or permanently kicked out. In theory, he could have canceled his membership himself, but I doubt that happened this time. I guess he was kicked out, over abusing Ebay. I take that as good news, but I won't feel right about the whole situation unless and until I see a credit to my Paypal account for the full amount I paid, including shipping and handling, and then successfully transfer that money to my bank account, with it available to withdraw. Also, I just "escalated" my Paypal dispute to a claim, which makes me feel good too, for now. It's wait and see now. They'll resume action in three days, and take up to 30 days to resolve the claim. So far, I feel confident that Paypal would refund my money for the transaction, but I still have an uneasy feeling in my gut. Maybe I'll update you, when I have more to report about it. If you believe me (and I'm telling it straight), this is a peek into how such things work at Ebay and Paypal.

If he ripped you off, you'd just hire a private investigator to find out where he lives, and then go over and beat the shit out of him while he's held still, hen?

The above blog entry was made on September 24, 2009.

I just gave you a piece of advice about your movie career. Here's something I just got in a Showbiz Tonight email update today:

SHOULD JENNIFER ANISTON GIVE IT UP?
Yes, she’s beautiful. Yes, we loved her in “Friends.” But another Aniston movie has tanked. And I can tell you Showbiz Tonight viewers actually EXPECTED that to happen! So we’re going there – Should Jennifer Aniston just stop doing movies? What can she do to turn her career around?

See, I had it covered before they brought it up. I was one step ahead of them, this time. I answered that question in advance, right here, in YESTERDAY'S hen blog entry. You need me, my hen.

Obama has finally been admitting, letting it be known in public, that he supports mandatory health insurance. He was hiding the fact, or rather, CNN was hiding the fact. I was reading their email news updates for months, and there wasn't any mentions of Obama's human rights violation, that of mandating any type of medical contract or plan. In truth, maybe it was the mass media who were at fault, in concealing the critical piece of information. The media was extremely dishonest in helping Barack hide that vicious detail.

Now, may it be publically declared that Barack Obama and his politician cohorts, who have been sponsoring mandatory health insurance, are sentenced to life in mental institutions, to be involutarily administered daily ECT treatments and daily full regimens of psychiatric drugs, as would be administered to the most severely insane inmates, as has been traditional treatment practice in such hospitals in the U. S., with such comprehensive treatments to be without letup, for the rest of their natural lifetimes, with no vacation time outside of such mental institutions to be allowed, ever, without exception. That shall be their demonstration and lesson in what's wrong with mandatory medical anything. They want mandatory medical; they've got it, willy-nilly, for themselves exclusively. They can suffer that exclusively, till they're ready for the grave. It means "no."

Furthermore, they're sentenced to have their hearts cut out in the street, without painkiller, on sight, in subsequent lifetimes. This sentence is to remain in full force and effect, until their memories are so far-gone that no executioner ghost would be able to tell who they were, or what their sentence had been (I believe he'd be able to recognize what their punishments had been, especially the minus-heart version). If such minus-heart punishment would tend to increase their recognizability over multiple lifetimes, then the sentence is perpetual, without reprieve. It's tough shit, period. That'd teach them to exercise authority that's not theirs to exercise. They're not to be coercing the public into signing contracts, for medical or any other reason, period. If they think this isn't real, I've got news for them. It's already too late; they were trying to set it up. Bye-bye.

Democracy is not a helpful thing. There was already a more honest, more helpful system in place, to deal with the real criminals, the likes of which have been parading around as U. S. politicians, as mentioned above. The Roman holiday is over, authoritatively, if you like. The spur-of-the-moment minus-heart-theme executioner mode is far more honest than the U. S. has ever been. They've got it now, and they won't need it, certifiably. What the American politicians have been doing is a real capital offense, of the most extreme nature. Now it's time for them to pay the piper. They're not getting out of it, period. Why do you think they've been carrying on like wild-eyed lunatics of oppression? They've had a perpetual deathwish for their imagined enemies, the bulk of the human population of the earth. They're obsessive-compulsive lunatics. My rank of God Almighty is officially reinstated (obviously against their wills).

Barack is the most base fool to ever occupy the oval office. He's putting on conspicuous airs of being dignified and professional. I'll wipe his smart-ass smirk off of his disrespectful face.

Barack and his cohorts have been leading a RIOT, to steal price breaks on investments in medical insurance. The riot is raging at this moment. Is it really any wonder that when a black finally got into the whitehouse, that the "administration" would take the form of a riot, in favor of the blacks? A riot under color of office. What an appropriate pun. Doesn't that beat all?

The above blog entry was made on September 22, 2009.

I just heard that your new movie, Love Happens, flopped. Well, I have some friendly advice, Jen. Dare I say it? I think people aren't going to take your new movies seriously, until you start treating me seriously. They want us to be an item, so get with it . . . uh . . . with me. See ya around, hen.

Hold onto your feathers, hen. Fall begins tomorrow. I know, you can't hold onto your feathers; chicken molting is involuntary, every Autumn.

I've been making entries into the dispute resolution screen at Paypal, about the Ebay robber. He's been adding more bogus listings, with which to steal from people. He's got at least four such current listings, of the same model of keyboard. I just sent another message to Ebay, to try to convince them that the guy, who's got zero feedbacks (thus supporting the idea that he's a crook), is actively robbing people on Ebay, and that Ebay must at the very least keep an eye on the guy.

You know what? I believe the Ebay robber's a black guy in Indiana. Even his name is African. The blacks think themselves to be entitled to use the system to steal. That's what they're doing with "Obama Care."

The above blog entry was made on September 21, 2009.

Now that the Travelocity gnome is incapacitated, due to a recent staircase skiing accident, it looks like he's stopped stalking you, hen. You can go back to your spot under the boardwalk, and take a nap in peace, for now.

You know what I just found out? That OSCommerce has an administrative login, and that's where to access its settings. That login link hasn't been showing on my page, to provide me that clue. My hosting service was being too reticent about some things, but I found it out elsewhere. Another dirty trick? I've never used a hosting service that I didn't have a complaint about, and this one is no exception. But this is all foreign to you, my hen. What use have you for IT, right?

The above blog entry was made on September 20, 2009.

These are my latest harvest of anaheim peppers, fresh off my plants. I've lost count of how many times I've picked these this season. I picked even the smaller ones this time, because they were turning color, and that makes it a rush to pick them, so they don't spoil on the plant. I've already lost of couple of them to that.

You must be right at home, with these farm updates here, my hen.

I was so irked earlier today, upon reading an email from Paypal, telling me to follow dispute procedure, about the robber, who was trying to trick me into paying him a LOT extra, for something I won fair and square at Ebay auction. I volleyed back a couple of angry replies to Paypal, before I finally cooled off some. Then I made another entry in the dispute file, at Paypal, detailing that UPS verified that the "tracking number" was bogus; that the guy gave me a phoney "tracking number." I think he was trying to trick me into thinking that the item was bound up in UPS limbo, and that I'd need to give him a bunch of money to free it, so it could be delivered to me. That's fraud, and it's a crime. If he doesn't refund the money I paid him, I'm going to report him to the police of his state.

The above blog entry was made on September 19, 2009.

I just noticed, finally, that my next live performance is going to be on October 12th, which is only about 3 1/2 weeks away. Not only that, I just figured out, tonight, that I want to do the horror movement of my The Red Carpet, in pipe organ, of course. The name of the specific keyboard sound is "Cathedral," and it's number 77 in my Casio CTK-100 keyboard. It is not a high-end keyboard by any means, but this particular sound will work well for this musical number. My rendition leans towards classical in sound. I'm not saying that to brag so much; it just does, or it wouldn't be what I have in mind for this piece. Now, mind you, I'll use this keyboard if I haven't sold it by then. It is up for sale. I shall not hesitate to sell it, if someone wants it, and I've already had at least three inquiries for this particular instrument. If it weren't near the bottom of Casio's line of keyboards, it probably would have sold already, I suppose. I'd like more, but I can't accept less than $25.00 for it, without sustaining a loss. I'd definitely prefer to avoid losses in all of my sales. I just put it on the market. I intend to give it a chance to sell. Like I said, I could use it for my next live performance, anyway.

I just got burned on a keyboard purchase on Ebay. The guy listed it with a starting bid of $5.00, and I won the auction at $7.51 + $20.00 s & h, which totals $27.51. After I won it, he was telling me the price was $80.00, as if he had a choice in the matter. It was already mine, by Ebay auction rules. I gave in, in the hope that he'd refund all the money. He told me he would refund it, but I'd have to see the credit to believe it. The combination of details is VERY suspicious looking. If he doesn't refund me the money, I intend to report him and his fraud to the police, or try to get Paypal to cover it, and let them and Ebay deal with him, or all the above. With your kind of money (alluding to your not needing a refund of such a small amount), would you go after a guy like this, if he burned you, hen? Maybe you would, for the satisfaction of making him suffer?

By the way, in case you haven't guessed, my next gig, mentioned above, is going to again be at the Sacred Fools Theatre, on Heliotrope, near Melrose. This would be my fourth musical performance there. The first three times, as you should remember, I was playing a ukulele. The first time without singing, and the second and third times I also sang to my music. This would be my first time there, playing a keyboard. I have no intention of singing this next time, on the 12th. This will be just a horror music romp for me and my keyboard, to the sound of my The Red Carpet. Even the name seems like a thematic match. I mostly meant the red carpet of award events, but it serves such a dual purpose, my hen. Does horror music scare you? Dare you show up on the 12th of next month? If anything would scare you about being there, it'd be mingling with the raw public, in such a small venue? Oh my god, I just had a thought. What if this speculation causes the show to sell out, on the hope of spotting you there in the audience? Luckily, the performer signup is before curtain time, so hopefully it wouldn't squeeze me out of the place myself.

The above blog entry was made on September 18, 2009.

I was just taking care of some of my daily routine, and figured I'd better take a moment out to say some things here, so I don't forget about it.

First, I just saw you on Good Day LA, doing a video conference. Actually, it was being played back, because it was the 12:30pm-to-1:00pm replay. The one thing that intrigues me, from that interview, is that I didn't hear you give a clear definitive answer, when you were asked if there's something going on romantically between you and Aaron Eckhart, your partner in the movie.

That reminds me, I heard you say on tv, yesterday I think, that your love rules are simple:

1. Be gentlemanly
2. Be kind
3. Be funny?

Notice, I put the word "funny" in italics, because you said it in a quizzical tone, as if maybe you were hinting at something different, like maybe the opposite. Oh my god! Are chicken jokes too funny? Oh, what's more, I got the feeling, listening to you give your love rules above, that you were about to say "be yourself," but you held back, as if trying to hint at it, without actually voicing it. I hope that silent hint wasn't an insinuation aimed at me. I'm definitely me, 100%.

Now, second, about that house burn-down, in the Hollywood area, in which both a Stradivarius and a Fabergé egg went up in smoke. That case has "insurance fraud" written all over it, in gargantuan letters. Not only that, I suspect that if the remains of that violin were critically examined, by an HONEST expert, it'd be determined to be a fake, that he was hoping his insurance would cover it, to the tune of a big stack of money. Pun not originally intended, but it sure fits. Get this: he claims he had 30 security cameras rolling there. That smacks, to me, of a guy who attempted to perpetrate the perfect crime with impunity, by staging it in minute detail. However, he, of all people, is the one who would have known where all the cameras were pointing, to be able to pull off the fraud. I'll put it this way: If they don't find someone in one of those security videos committing that arson, it should serve as something of a legal proof that the guy, whose house burned down, torched the place himself, either alone or through an accomplice. No outsider would have been able to dodge that many security cameras, unless they were in cahoots (a possible exception could be an employee of his security provider, but I doubt it).

Jeez Louise, and double damn! I just accidentally deleted a message on my answering machine, when I was hoping for a call from a buyer. That'll teach me about not looking at the message count, before hitting "erase." I've got smoke coming out of my ears, like the guy in Nine to Five, the old Dolly Parton flick, which I've still never watched.

Well, maybe I've vented enough now, so I can go back to my routine, for the time being, my hen.

This just in: Patrick Swayze has already bee cremated. Speaking of Swayze, I have my own insight on him, but I hesitate to say it. Swayze had wanted to be "diagnosed" with cancer, and the doctor went along with the idea. Swayze was committing medical fraud, by lending credence to the "existence" of cancer, the "reality" of there being such a disease. That's not unusual. There is a massive number of medical fraud kooks of that sort. It boggles the mind. They're investing in medical/government tyranny, with that sort of fake. With that in mind, does the cremation idea look like a pattern in that? Like I've said before, doctors have routinely and promptly disposed of the "plugged" arteries of those who underwent bypass surgeries at their hands, to hide the fact that those arteries weren't really plugged. Like I've said before, the medical "profession" is MOSTLY violent organized crime. Obama, and the rest of his ilk of politics, have to be executed, to clear that problem from society. U. S. style government is RACKETEERING, not honesty. Period.

The above blog entry was made on September 17, 2009.

Ever driven home in the buff, after a night on the town of imbibing, hen? Notice that the tv network blurred his butt. Tv news networks didn't used to blur nude shots in the news. For example, back when Venice Beach, of California, was being used as a nude beach, many years ago, those shots were completely uncensored. The same was true of childbirth documentaries; they were completely uncensored. The prudes must be dispensed with. They are lousing up the quality of tv, and lousing up the quality life in general. Help me fire the prudes, hen. We can do it?

The above blog entry was made on September 16, 2009.

Okay, here's that delectable treat I just told you about; the squirrel. I captured these photos at home, with my Dimage Z3 digital camera, using its optical zoom, 12X in most or all shots. This was just days ago. To view this properly, hit F11 on your keyboard, then scroll up or down with the scrollbar, as needed to see all of this creature in this 6-shot slideshow. Enjoy, my hen.

Alright! My very own copy of the first edition of Adam Gorightly's book, Shadow over Santa Susana, arrived at my door, today. It's in trade paperback format, and heavy, like the story. The benefit of the first edition is that it contains more than double the number of pages as the presumably redacted revised edition. I definitely don't approve of censorship, myself. I'm the type who wants all the details, good, bad or indifferent. I usually don't mention a new book acquisition until I've read it, but this one's special. One thing I already noticed is that it has photos, albeit very tiny, of some of the cast of characters, of the skelter story, that I haven't found anywhere else, before. I'm delighted with the book, so far. I'll have more to say about this book after I've read it.

Click here, to read about two anti-gun bills which Schwarzenegger must not sign into law.

Read my urgent message to Schwarzenegger: Read it here

I learned a piece of Jewish wisdom, in Fiddler on the Roof, on tv yesterday.

When a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick.

Get it, my hen?

I just heard that one of my cousins, who's a friend of Jay Leno, is going to be a guest on Jay's new show, along with my other cousin and their mother, my aunt, who's in her nineties. I never thought any of them would be on the Leno show. I'm told my cousin has ridden by motorcycle with Leno, to Las Vegas. I think the farthest I've ever ridden a motorcycle was round trip to San Diego, and the last time was years ago. Taking road trips by motorcycle can be a real butt killer. A broad-style seat is important for that kind of distance. Take my word for it. I just thought of a pun in that (excuse the crudness): A broad (woman) seat (uh . . . rear or bottom) feels better. Maybe I'll mention here when they'll be on, if I hear far enough in advance.

The above blog entry was made on September 14, 2009.

For what it's worth, I saw most of Fiddler on the Roof, on the CW, Channel 5, today. I saw that in the movie theater years ago, too. I may buy a copy, if it's on DVD.

Now, for the news you really want. There's a squirrel I want you to see, but you can't see it till after midnight, when I put it in tomorrow's blog entry. You've only got about a quarter of an hour wait anyway, from this moment.

The above blog entry was made on September 13, 2009.

Did you hear recent news story, that said a German ship and its crew were planning a shortcut through the Arctic waters, "allowed by global warming?" That plan is a scheme, a fraud, to lend credibility to the idea of "global warming." They are pretending such a belief, to trick other people into accepting "global warming" to be real, on the basis of "experts" or "professionals" believing in it. Those of that crew or organization, who released that story, are guilty of conspiracy to defraud the public, in feigning a belief in global warming. They're really planning to take the long route around the southern tip of South America, and pretend that they "made it through the Arctic waters," along the north of North America. The news report didn't say it was a scheme, but I know it is. They are pretending the Arctic to be warm and melting, and it's not. Those schemers ought to pay with their lives for that conspiracy. It's an attempt to oppress the world with myths and lies. If I ever sit in judgment of those fools, on the bench of a world court, they are going to have one serious problem, I guarantee it. I'd never tolerate it. Period.

The fire on the mountain, in the Angeles National Forest, is still burning, as witnessed through my kitchen window.

You know what that fire on the mountain has been reminding me of? It reminds me of the burning bush on Mount Sinai, that drew Moses. Wasn't it said that it never seemed to burn out? Well, there's that similarity (it's been burning a good two weeks), combined with it being, literally, like the buring of bushes on the mountain of the Angeles National Forest. Not only that, "Angeles" gives it a divine connotation. For what it's worth, I was Moses, in one of the versions of earth. So, what am I to conclude: That I am still Moses, and this buring of bushes on the mountain signifies a message from God, that I am to lead the chosen people to freedom? I have already been trying to free the freedom lovers of the world, from the tyrrany of government, but it's a difficult task. So, maybe I am magickally endowed in this pursuit of freedom, in rescuing those worthy, among the human race? There were those numerological coincidences I described here the other day. Were those like the staff turning into the snake, before the eyes of the ancient Egyptians, to demonstrate my divine support in my rescue mission? The Jews do have a less-prudish reputation than the Christians. I don't fault the Jews about that. That's one thing the Jews did right. If I'm to rescue the Jews, as a symbolic segment of mankind, I hope they'd be nice to me. It's the least they could do. Another coincidence is that the Democrats almost seem to have espoused the idea of their being Hitlerian, for lack of a better word. All the symbolic elements seem to be aligning at this point in time.

What next? Do you know, my hen? I just thought of another coincidence. It's really a multi-coincidence. One of my ex-girlfriends, Kathy, had been married to an Hispanic guy. I'm trying to remember if he was the one whose name was Moises, or if Moises was someone else she mentioned to me, then. Of course, that could have been another divine revelation to me, considering how similar "Moises" is to "Moses." Also, along these symbolic lines, her views of prudery seemed more Jewish than Christian. I haven't seen her in about 21 years.

If I'm to help free the Jews from tyrrany, they should try to make a special effort to allow me to make a living somehow, or at least not oppose my making a living. Even though I may have divine powers on my side, I'm still living a life mode with mortal aspects, it seems. Furthermore, she sometimes called me Fred Flintstone. An allusion to my having been Moses, which would seem something like having been a cave man, in terms of having lived so long ago? For that matter, I was literally a real Fred Flintstone, in such cave man days. He was a real person. How well I know. Barney was real, too.

A symbolic parallel comes to mind, at this point. Since it is Jewish religious philosophy that the Jews are to rule the world, then adding the nonprudish element to it could equate to nonprudery being the good civil order that it is, and similarly equating Christian prudery to the evil, vile, ungodly lawlessness that it truly is would all help put things into perspective. Christianity inverted basic values that way. The Christians have really been the bad guys. I've known that for a very long time. It could be further interpreted that God was trying to help free mankind from prudery and other stiff silliness, through the Jews.

Now this all reminds me of that time I was with you, in West Hollywood, and you spoke to me in a Jewish accent, my hen. Another divine revelation? Hmmm . . . maybe we are really destined for each other? In what way? Have any ideas? Let me know.

I believe the "wildfires" to be unofficially government sponsored/endorsed/perpetrated, every "fire season." As an interesting example, I believe, for my own secret reasons, that a Fullerton official ordered a Fire Department official to torch the old Morehouse mustard warehouse, that used to stand in Fullerton, on Commonwealth. How do I know? I'm sure you could come up with a guess, my hen. I still haven't posted the aftermath photos. The city official was after the owner of the warehouse to tear it down, and when he wouldn't, the official took matters unofficially into his own hands. It's somewhat amazing how officials can coax each other into doing illegal things. That's real crime, beyond a doubt.

Any and all politicians, including and especially Barack Obama, who vote for mandatory medical plans/insurance/treatment, ought to be sentenced to mandatory daily ECT (electro-convulsive therapy) treatments, along with a full regimen of psychiatric drugs (horrible side effects and all), as a lifetime inpatient of a mental hospital, for the rest of his natural life. Maybe that would adequately highlight, in his mind, what's wrong with mandated medical anything. Believe me, one way or another, it matters.

The political situation in the U. S. is so bad, it's becoming tempting to support the idea of death sentences even for those who would vote for the democrats (deliberately lower-case, out of disrespect) or their agenda (admitted or snuck agenda). The liberals are rabid, communist false-personators-of-government. This is the stuff real revolution is made of. It's that bad in the U. S. The revolution is upon us. Anything and everything we do, in this regard, matters. We can't afford to make serious mistakes. The stakes are sky-high. Freedom matters. The politicians have no respect for real freedom. What they call freedom, tends to be more like oppression, as if customized tyrrany could somehow constitute a form of freedom. Customized tyrrany is NOT the kind of "freedom" I want. Politicians are real candidates; candidates for institutionalization in mental hospitals. They're self-hurt lunatics, who can't understand that they're hurting themselves, along with everyone else.

The above blog entry was made on September 12, 2009.

The Weather Channel has had a publicity campaign going lately, saying "wake up to Al," (Al Roker, a black man). What do people really need to wake up to? They need to wake up to the facts that:

• Obama is a black muslim (deliberately not capitalized, so as to dishonor them).

• The black muslims, as a organization (gang, that is) are devoted to the purpose of victimizing caucasions, in general.

• Obama Care is a project of the black muslims; a way in, to victimize their political victims, namely all caucasions (except maybe some of their cohorts).

• If you're not viewing the current federal political climate as a war against the white race, you're not viewing is right (it is what it is; denial won't help).

So what did George Clooney think he was supporting by supporting Obama? He must be considered a pseudo-caucasion, like so many others. His status of being caucasion is officially canceled. One sides with them; one is one of them. Period.

The above blog entry was made on September 11, 2009.

As you might guess, the fires are still raging in the mountains of the Angeles National Forest. I just looked out my kitchen window again, to see the flickers of the flames across all those miles.

They're sure making a big deal out of your love life, especially upon the near release of your new movie, Love Happens. I think I'll see it, but I don't know when. You don't want to hear it, if I plan to rent the movie after it's history? Well then, buy tickets for both of us, and I'd be glad to watch it with you at the movie theater. Well? I'm waiting.

The above blog entry was made on September 10, 2009.

This relevant grant notice just arrived in my inbox, dated September 8, 2009:

DOI
Department of the Interior
Fish and Wildlife Service
Attwater's Prairie Chicken Red Imported Fire Ant Reseach
Grant
http://www07.grants.gov/search/search.do?&mode=VIEW&flag2006=false&oppId=49371

The above blog entry was made on September 9, 2009.

California A. G. Jerry Brown has committed the capital offense of ruling California as a church state, by siding with the Department of Parks and Recreation (DPR), in working toward canceling the long-standing Cahill/Harrison regulation. All government prudery is officially punishable under the guiding principles of the French Revolution, which means Jerry Brown has accidentally sentenced himself to be beheaded by guillotine, as was the tradition during the French Revolution. It may be acceptable to execute him by a different mode, as long as it's at least as terrifying and horrid. Few fates, before or since, have been as truly potent in terrifying as the prospect of the guillotine, as it was used during the French Revolution. Believe me, those who felt themselves slated for the guillotine, back then, were terrified out of their wits.

Church clergy were targeted for reason, in the late 1700's. They were the purveyors of prudery and oppression. It was not a mere coincidence. Brown has a background in the clergy himself. I should have known that he was an incorrigible of continuous religious propensities. The religion criminals, such as Brown, thought they were clever, in the aftermath of the French Revolution, by canceling capital punishment. It's not going to work. Even if it takes till a subsequent version of earth, he's destined to pay the piper, willy-nilly. He must be made an example out of, like those before him, who were foolish enough to commit that same prude crime.

Brown officially has ZERO authority. Anyone who defends him, physically or technically or judicially or governmentally is likewise sentenced to die in comparable fashion, as if they were one and the same person. The same goes for those who have protected, or who would protect, Barack Obama. The same punishment applies to any and all who would execute/implement his/their orders. Anyone who carries out any of their orders is likewise sentenced to such punishment, as if he/she were one and the same person. He, being a black muslim, who all are criminal prudes (not to mention violent anti-white gangsters), is likewise implicitly sentenced to the guillotine, or such other comparable execution as may similarly fit the crime. If they think they're getting out of it, I've got news for them: The axe shall fall. I've got far more legitimate authority as the sole World Court Magistrate than they have in any capacity whatsoever.

Furthermore, all politicians with a similar prude agenda are likewise so sentenced, and that includes the vast majority of both Democrats and Republicans. The same punishment is implicited imposed on any and all who would defend, or do the governmental will of, any or all of such politicians. Their "government" is officially hereby disbanded. The gavel has fallen. There shall be no appeal granted, ever, and that includes all subsequent versions of earth, which may hereafter transpire.

You know, the number combination, 9-9-9, is Satanic, as is 6-6-6. 9-9-9 is upon us, in less than one hour, as I write this, at 11:12pm, of 9-8-9. 9-8-9 forms a perfect anagram with itself, as does 9-9-9. Satan has again spoken here. Be duly mindful, for your own sake. I, as always, am the true and one and only Satan. Take heed.
Satan speaks here. Listen.

When I visited this page, to verify the text, I found 9-9-9 centered in the page counter, below. I took a photographic snapshot, the one immediately above. What do you think? Too much of a coincidence to be a mere coincidence? I believe so. I stopped believing in mere coincidences, for the most part, and for good reason.

Here's something else, along these same lines. The counter failed to work, on the two immediately subsequent page visits, after the one mentioned above. Another magickal sign? I think so.

Here's a follow-up, to this counter thing, already. I just refreshed the page again, to verify the text, and found the counter working again, but it picked up at 19999, instead of 20001. It skipped registering two page impressions, as if on a coffee break from working. Another magickal sign? You never know?

The above blog entry was made on September 8, 2009.

Since I wrote that stuff about Don Henley, in yesterday's blog entry, I walked into a local store, and Don Henley was on their store's music system at that moment. Not only that, I recently commented about how Madonna ended her tour immediately after I facetiously told her to throw in the towel, over that European gypsy story. Right after that, I walked into a different store I frequent, and they had on an old Madonna piece when I walked in. I don't much believe in coincidences.

I look out the kitchen window at the mountain, of Angeles National Forest, and I see, both last night and tonight, those fires flickering in the distance. At this rate, it seems that fire will never die out.

Read what I just wrote to California A. G. Jerry Brown. You can get to this message by clicking the following link:
My message to traitor Brown.

The above blog entry was made on September 7, 2009.

I just thought of something. If you're a hen, then you're henly (hen + ly)? That reminds me of a guy I hung around with, to some extent, in high school, in the 1970's. I'm not 100% sure of the spelling, but it was something like "Henley." Come on. You're not him, my hen. I think you look better than he ever did. I haven't seen him in years. His first name was Chris.

God, don't tell me. You're Don Henley, of the Eagles band? The name says it? People's true nature always conforms to their name? Actually, you're not the only hen. I think you look much better than him, too, at least to me, but I'm not gay. Oh, speaking of Don Henley, I know a guy named Ralph (I've mentioned him many times in my Madonna blog), who told me that his wife's sister is married to Glenn Frey, who's also a founding of the Eagles. When I first heard of the name, Don Henley, who did I think of? My former friend, Chris, of course.

You know what? That fire on the mountain, north-by-northwest of me, is more visible than ever tonight (it's 12:54 am on the 6th). Instead of containment, it looks like it's getting worse, a LOT worse, and it's been burning for days and days. It's very much more visible from here than it's been. There seems to be no end in sight for it. Are they going to let the whole mountain burn to ashes? That's the Angeles National Forest fire.

The above blog entry was made on September 6, 2009.

I was out in Orange, a little earlier, picking up something. What did I spy on Chapman, near my destination, as I was waiting at the light to turn and go home? I saw a billboard, emblazoned Love Happens, with you on it. I just checked; it's 15 days till it opens to the public.

If you really want to know, I'm not taking your word for it, as far as that movie goes. You'd have to demonstate love to me personally, towards me, my Jen.

Oh, speaking of you and love, I just saw Gerard Butler on Good Day LA today, saying there's nothing between you and him. What a relief. Well? I'm waiting. I'll never give up?

The above blog entry was made on September 3, 2009.

What was I doing last night? I was doing an IT tutorial, start to finish, on XML, which is a computer/internet coding scheme, of sorts. XML stands for Extensible Markup Language. It's at least as different from HTML as I thought. XML is strange, to put it simply. The main distinction is that it is a data transfer and storage language, whereas HTML is a display language. To improve the display of XML one needs a stylesheet of some sort. I did the whole tutorial, and got a 100% score in its 20-question quiz at the end. Okay, I got an 85% the first time, then retook it right away, and got 100% (without looking up the answers), and I got through the quiz a couple minutes quicker the second time.

Hen, do you know how much IT, internet technology, it takes to cover you on the internet? You don't want to think about it; that's how much. I plan to do tutorials on XML DOM, HTML DOM, javascript, ajax, XHTML, PHP, CSS, DTD, and on and on, ad infinitum it seems. Ouch. That's a lot of work. If I can maintain a rate of one tutorial a night, I might be somewhere where I want to be in a half a month. That's a lot of work, believe me. Chickens are technical? You are? If Denise Richards were a chicken, she'd be technical, too? She said it/she is complicated, in the title of her tv show.

By the way, that title, It's Complicated, reminds me of me, because that's the exact thought that used to go through my mind about myself and my life and my projects decades ago. I felt very touchy about things that way.

A while back, I created my own PHP icon, for file identification purposes. I associated it with the PHP file type, under Windows. Neat. I was thinking of donating it to the public domain, for others to use. People are so ungrateful; I'm not sure I should.

I just remembered that the fourth anniversary of this page is coming up. This page turns 4 on the 27th of this month, my hen. Can't you hold people's attention better? I need more traffic here. Do something, hen.

The above blog entry was made on September 1, 2009.

First, I want to say that the fire in the Angeles National Forest is still visible from where I live. It's north-by-northwest from me. There were lapses in visibility, but I just looked out the kitchen window, and can see the flickering on the mountain. During the Winter, snow can often be seen on those same mountains. That fire has been buring for days.

Now, here's the surprise. I was just in the kitchen, getting a bedtime snack. There was a hardboiled egg in the refridgerator. I shelled it carefully, put it in a pyrex dish, and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds, with a paper towel over it. So far so good. I took it out, and removed the paper towel. Then, I attempted to cut it with a butter knife. That's where the sudden surprise came into play. It suddenly and violently exploded, with an audible pop, and exuded the kind of smell that reminds me of an explosive. It must have been the sulpher of the egg that imparted that smell. Half the egg remained in the dish (in many pieces), and the other half was scattered in little bits all over the kitchen, mostly on the table, some on my face. There's that expression, "egg on my face." It built up internal pressure, to just below the bursting point. Jabbing it with the knife was all it needed to let loose at that point. That kind of egg mess isn't so easy to clean off of a table. It tends to smear. I think it was the yolk that exploded, and of course it took the white with it.

The above blog entry was made on August 31, 2009.

How do you like the way yesterday's blog entry kept growing? You don't want to miss the part about my new ghost photo posts. I just updated the descriptions of one of the two new shoots I just posted in my Charlie's World page.

I just came upon Alien: Resurrection (aka Alien IV), on Fox's channel 11 (Los Angeles area), earlier this afternoon. Am I glad. I caught it in progress, so I want to see the beginning. I told you, a while back, about seeing Alien on tv, which presumably was the first in that series of films. I told you how I'd really lived that story as Ellen Ridley (no kidding) in a prior existence (prior version of . . . er . . . the universe). After sacrificing that ship, to destroy the aliens, she landed in a pod (I guess that's the word for such a small space craft). I told you I remembered what happened there, on that planet she landed on. She was taken sexual advantage of (not in the movie) by those men there to "rescue" her. I think they killed her, but I couldn't remember that detail very clearly. Now, I just saw Alien IV, in one scene of which she says she died, which matches my recollection. I had no idea there even were sequels to this movie. I scored a perfect match.

I just found the best description of Bush Administration intelligence policy, compared to that of Obama's Administration:

“He has moved -- this President has moved the interrogation, the intelligence-gathering from the CIA to the FBI, which is the -- the FBI collects evidence for the purposes of prosecuting after the fact. Intelligence in the security mode is for collecting intelligence before a terrorist attack….this is 9/10. That is how we got to 9/11 in the first place.”
--CNN Contributor & Republican Strategist Mary Matalin on CNN’s “State of the Union”

I wish Barack would be kicked out of office, along with that pseudo-Republican, Schwarzenegger.

The above blog entry was made on August 30, 2009.

Here's another relevant government grant notice. Notice that I'm not reposting these from earlier, though they do look about the same. The feds keep cranking these out. This just arrived in my inbox a moment ago.

DOI
Department of the Interior
Fish and Wildlife Service
Attwater's Prairie Chicken Genetics Research
Grant
http://www07.grants.gov/search/search.do?&mode=VIEW&flag2006=false&oppId=49250

Late yesterday, I announced the posting of samples from my latest two ghost photo shoots, from the Cielo Drive property. I have something else to say about it. As I was working on that stuff, the overhead light in my room was flickering very badly, as if a ghostly acknowledgment of my posting that stuff.

I just swapped some of the hardware. I'm now going to use the screw-in flourescent bulbs, whereas I used the circle light flourescents for many years. They'd last two years each, and I wasn't counting, but I was using them for at least a decade. Now they're too expense, in view of the fact that the screw-in flourescents are much cheaper. I can get them for a buck each at the 99¢ Store. That beats the Hell out of eight dollars to replace the circle lamp.

I'm not trying to imply that it was a mere burn-out, rather than supernatural. The supernatural so often mimicks the ordinary in appearance. That is not to say that such an event was not really supernatural.

I hope you're not bored with my garden stuff. I just took these photos of my two groups of peppers, growing in my yard. The large ones are the anaheims, and the small ones are the jalapeños. I was hoping the anaheims would get trophy-sized, like the ones I last bought at the store, but I think I'm going to start harvesting them within the next few days. Some of them are about seven or eight inches. If they'd get to be ten or twelve inches, like the ones from the store, it'd take longer than I want to wait for them. You can view larger photos of these by clicking these.

This has turned into an all round farm page.

I just posted three separate replies, one from each of three California legislators, whom I sent messages to. These date back to May and June. I received the replies in a mailbox I don't monitor so often. I just checked my email and found them. These made my politics blog entry, of today, very long. The one from Senator Dave Cox was particularly informative, describing action on gun bills over the last couple of years. The other ones were from Senator Jeff Denham and Assemblywoman Diane L. Harkey.

Do you ever write to government officials, hen? You ought to read these replies. You might learn something.

The above blog entry was made on August 29, 2009.

The press never completely ignores you. I didn't hear what it was, about you this time, on tv.

Oh, I just remembered what I wanted to say here this time. Both last night and tonight (Aug. 26th and 27th), I could see the flames of the fire in the Angeles National Forest, which were about north-by-northwest from were I live. That's a long distance from me, and the fire could be faintly seen flickering in an horizontal row. Those flames had to be very tall to be seen from where I'm at.

Now here's good news. I just posted photos from my latest two ghost photo shoots, at the Cielo Drive property. The earlier one was on August 1, 2008. The latest one was on July 11, 2009. You don't want to miss these. These are the genuine article, supernatural ghostly snapshots.

The above blog entry was made on August 28, 2009.

Here's a new book, just released last month, which has immediately made it into my reading list:
Culture of Corruption: Obama and His Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks, and Cronies, by Michelle Malkin. I think the title speaks for itself. Like I, and others, were saying, Obama is a criminal, not a hero. I sure hope you're not fooled by Barack, my hen.

The above blog entry was made on August 26, 2009.

I was doing a little tidying up in my room, and discovered a stack of Parade magazines I had set aside. I forgot about them. It's about time for me to read those cover stories. I also read the celebrity gossip, on the inside front cover. I should read that every week, even when a celeb isn't featured in a cover story.

Here's an interesting coincidence. You know that line of Hitler, in Brad Pitt's new movie, Inglorious Bastards, in which Hitler says, "nein, nein nein!"? Well, I just weighed my newly acquired Casio CT-648 keyboard, and it tipped the scale at 9 lbs. 9 oz., without batteries. How's that for a "nine, nine" coincidence. That's how the German words, above, are pronounced, but "nein" means "no" in German, of course. That's why Brad's character says "oh, yes, yes, yes." Someone would disagree with Hitler on anything of substance?

Obama's propaganda ministry has just released another health lie, by way of CNN's Robin Meade's newsletter:

swine flu could kill as many as 90-thousand people in the U.S. this year?
wow...a very serious prediction from a presidential advisory group.
tune in to see what we're supposed to do with this prediction.

I'd like to tell Obama what he and his lying henchmen can do with it, if you know what I mean. I don't believe anyone has died of "swine flu," let alone hundreds or thousands. I believe Obama and his psychiatric communism cohorts have been at it, paving the way for massive control of everything and everyone on earth, through health myths, through false reports, such as "swine flu." "Salmonella" was another case in point, from the U. S. propaganda ministry. And I repeat, people are not dying from "cancer" nor from "arterial sclerosis." The medical community are violent frauds, who should not be favored by psychiatric communists like Obama and other democrats of his dishonest ilk.

The above blog entry was made on August 25, 2009.

I just took the opportunity to read a couple issues of Parade magazine, from the Orange County Register. This issue featured a cover story on Barbara Streisand. In it, she gave some insight on her home decorating and her marriage to James Brolin, whom she describes as "perfect."

The earlier issue of Parade featured a cover story on Ashton Kutcher. I found that, and him, especially interesting. He's kind of carefree and kind of serious. He takes his work and success very seriously. He's more reckless in his attitude towards people. Do people really think he's a moron? You've got to read this article, the part about people asking if he's a moron.

Speaking of this article, it mentioned that he was Michael Kelso, in That 70's Show, which show I've never watched, but I've always been intrigued with those young broads wiggling their legs in their nylons at the end of the show. Well, what I was just going to say is that the name, Kelso, is one from my past, in the 1970's, no less. In 1979, I had a temporary job at Hobie Cat, the catamaran company, in Irvine, California. Actually, the Hobie Cat is made by a company called Coast Catamaran, which has been owned by the Coleman company since 1976. Diverging a bit, I also worked at a temporary job in a Coleman warehouse decades ago. They gave me a large free ice chest to keep, which I've had until a recent year, when it finally got thrown away. I think I may have mentioned this before, about Hobie Cat. Well, one of the boss ladies, in the office there, was Murray Kelso. I haven't seen or heard from her since. She was offering me a permanent job with Hobie, at their then-new location, in Oceanside, which they were preparing to move to. I was going to accept, hesitantly (I would have had to move), but somehow I didn't get the address striaght the first time, and ended up forgetting about the job. She told me back then, approximately, "We're going to get you on a catamaran." Or did she use the word "Hobie" or "Hobie Cat?" Well, she never did. To this day, I've never been on a catamaran. I have been on the sea in small boats, more than once, though. I went for a ride down to Oceanside from Newport, when I was 14, in about 1972. The other time was in a tour boat, in the marina at Newport, which ventured a little ways beyond the sea wall, before it turned around. The one house they mentioned on that tour, that I still remember, was that of then-alive John Wayne.

The above blog entry was made on August 24, 2009.

I was trying out my recent keyboard acquisition, and came up with a rough horror sound, which I may expand on, for use this October, at my next appearance at Sacred Fools Theatre. That's two birds with one stone. I keep telling myself I should play/practice on the keyboard every day. Maybe now I shall. When one sounds like Satan at the pipe organ, sounding like Hell can sound rather good, really.

This is just in, more relevant news:

DOI
Department of the Interior
Fish and Wildlife Service
Region 7
Chickaloon Flats Waterfowl Study
Grant
http://www07.grants.gov/search/search.do?&mode=VIEW&flag2006=false&oppId=49192

I figure anything with "chick" in it is relevant.

The above blog entry was made on August 22, 2009.

I know you can afford to buy a copy of Window 7 operating system, which isn't on the shelves until October. Regardless, here's your last chance to get a free trial copy, for you techies, who like to install your own stuff. Get it by clicking here:
Legal Free Download of Windows 7 - TODAY ONLY - EXPIRES Aug. 20

I hope you noticed that I fixed the sound in and around the chicken coop. Not bad, huh, my hen?

The above blog entry was made on August 19, 2009.

I was watching a tv story about Brad Pitt, today. They said he's not going to marry until gay marriage is legal for everyone. That brought a thought to mind. He'd have a long wait (long weight; pun), because California isn't ready to legalize gay marriage. Get it, my hen?

If anyone's interested, I've got new microphone plug-in adaptors, that allows a mic with a phone plug (very common) to plug into an XLR jack. This is your chance. These are hard to find on the internet. These are both my own items, so don't hesitate to buy. Here are the two links:
mic adaptor 1
mic adaptor 2
A music person should always have one of these handy, when they're making music.

The above blog entry was made on August 17, 2009.

I know you noticed something different, upon arriving here this time. What I'm wondering is if those with dial-up connections were able to see the picture and hear the sound, on the splash page, before being redirected here. Well? Anyone want to tell me? I haven't used dial-up in a long time. I've got cable (knock on wood). If you didn't hear the sound before being redirected, I might have to make the splash page pause longer.

The above blog entry was made on August 16, 2009.

I've been meaning to mention about that gnome, whose path you keep passing in front of, on tv. You know the tv spot I mean. Is he stalking you, hen? Yeah, but you're interested?

It looks like I might be doing some internet sales sooner than I thought. I don't think I'm going to detail that stuff here. Some items might also appear in my Shop area, but not until I clear up the php technical details.

Speaking of technical details, I was lately doing some reading, finally, on javascript. Very useful stuff. The material also pointed me to some info on php scripts, which is exactly what I need to know about, to get that shopping area up and running. Of course, I don't expect you to do this kind of stuff on the internet, nor be particularly interested in the technical details. The stuff is interesting, in its own ways.

The above blog entry was made on August 14, 2009.

Well, it's the 40th anniversary of the LaBianca deaths. I couldn't mention the anniversary of the Tate deaths without mentioning this also. They've been commemorating these anniversaries on tv. I doubt Charlie would be alive for the 50th anniversary.

The above blog entry was made on August 10, 2009.

As I type this, it's 12:49 am, on August 9, 2009. That means it's the 40th anniversary of the deaths at the Cielo Drive house , to the hour.

Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the famous cover photo of the Beatles Abbey Road album, the one in which the fab four were crossing the street at a crosswalk. Yesterday was also the 40th anniversary of the last full day of Sharon Tate's life. A mere coincidence or not? Do you know, hen?

Your former heartthrob, Brad Pitt, has a cover story in today's Parade magazine, my hen. Run to the newrack now, to pick up your copy. I know the Orange County Register puts a copy in every Sunday paper, but I don't know where else to find a copy of Parade, except at the library. Ever go to the library to read about Brad?

The other interesting article in today's Parade is the one by Fox News guy, Bill O'Reilly. I'm afraid he's showing his true colors in this article, which lionizes Barack Obama as being a role model for children. I'm afraid I now have to conclude Bill O'Reilly to be a sneak Democrat, since Obama is a rabbid communistic fraud, who is trashing American freedoms towards ever-increasing Orwellian oppression.

Bill O'Reilly is a prude, and it shows in this article. There is no excuse for blaming children's problems or anyone else's problems, EVEN WHERE THE PROBLEMS ARE REAL, UNLIKE WHAT THEY DESCRIBE, on lack of internet censorship. Freedom of explicit images and talk on the internet is one of the few remaining bastions of freedom left in the U. S. If such freedom were to evaporate, the U. S. would have to be considered 100% of the way to the full-blown big-brother oppression of George Orwell's 1984. We need that? NO, we don't.

Memorize this principle:
You know what operating the Republican Party as a bastion of prudery does to the functioning of the U. S.? It hands the keys to government over to the Democrats, bullies people into voting for Democrats, who are Socialistic/Communistic/Totalitarian. The traditional politics of the U. S., in effect, makes people vote Democrats into office, to avoid the intolerable, unbearable effects of having Republicans in office. Is it not obvious that the U. S. is really totalitarian, especially considering its emphasis on "safety" and "health" and "environment," which are fraudulent issues, supported by lies, and used as vehicles for dirty politics?

The above blog entry was made on August 9, 2009.

This is a very important cause [also in today's Madonna blog entry]:

We must not let our freedom slip away. We ALL must support the cause. It's the prude who is deranged and criminal, not the freedom-lover. Don't let the prudery politicians pretend financial concerns. Their purpose, above all else, has always been their obnoxious mandated prudery. Don't let them get away with implementing the dark ages in the U. S., nor in any other part of the world. We must oppose the prudes, ALWAYS.

For what it's worth, Black's Beach has been a naturists' haven from at least as long ago as the 1940s, and ever since. I know that, because, years ago, an older man told me he was there to witness it. I was first there, and witnessed it, in 1973. We must not let the evil prudes undo our hard-won freedoms.

The above blog entry was made on August 8, 2009.

I just had the most curious experience. I was lounging in my black judge's chair (that's what it looks like to me), and I was feeling drowsy, and then I had a "religious" experience, of sorts. I say "religious," because it corresponds to what I learned in Dianetics and Scientology, in the 1970's; Scientology is a religion, at least according to them. I remember much of what I studied in the 1970's of that stuff. So, back to my description of this experience. I was lying back in my black desk chair, with my feet up on my bed, and feeling drowsy. Then, in Dianetics parlance, I boiled off, in the midst of which I felt myself emerging from the womb, the "basic engram" or "birth engram."

Do you know what this means, my hen? It's time for celebration. I just arrived at their much touted and exalted state of clear. I just unexpectedly ran my own birth engram. That's the one that is tackled in order to achieve the state of clear. They strive for it on purpose, and I just ran through it spontaneously. I'm clear now, hen! A double yippee!! As if a verification, the attendant boiloff cleared up, that is, my drowsiness disappeared suddenly, as if by magic, right after I felt myself emerge from the womb. That gets into their theory of boiloff and related engrams that surface, attendant upon such drowsiness.

Throw me a party, my Jen. This is real cause for celebration. Ask Tom Cruise. He knows about this stuff. And, don't forget to send me a congratulations greeting card. Go get it now, hen. See ya.

I've found yet more scientific evidence that Gov. Arnold Schweinenegger is really a swine. He vetoed a measure that would have outlawed employment discrimination based on credit reports. This is mentioned in this article, about such dirty employer practices and related legal trends:
NY Times article

I now suspect Schwarzenegger to be the all-time worse governor in California's history. The more I know about Arnold, the more I don't want him in office. Let's hold a recall election, to oust the ouster. It's a rush. Get moving, hen. California is counting on you.

Here's an interesting item. Not long ago, I sent a message to Texas Rep. Ron Paul, asking him if there might be a political career for me in Texas, or maybe even another state. Now, out of the blue, his son, Rand, is reported to be seeking an open Senate seat in Kentucky. Do you think I triggered that, hen? Here are some quotes (which look like they came from me; I've had the same thoughts) from the Pauls (courtesy of CNN):

1. "You need people outside of government. If your primary goal is to continue your career, you tend to do things that are good for you, but not necessarily good for the country," he [Rand Paul] said.

2. "I don't know how you get rich as a country by borrowing money and giving it to people and saying, 'Go to the mall and spend it,' and somehow we're supposed to be richer as a country," he said, echoing the sentiment his father shared during his 2008 presidential bid.

3. His [Ron Paul's] advice for his son: "Don't go with conventional wisdom."

4. "If you go with conventional wisdom and the usual advisers, they're about 10 or 15 years behind the people. And I think that's what you're sensing with these town hall meetings," Rep. [Ron] Paul said.

If you want to read the whole CNN article, click here:
CNN article about Texas Rep. Ron Paul and his son, Rand Paul

The above blog entry was made on August 7, 2009.

I just sent another urgent message to four California politicians. It was again about the long-established Cahill policy. The lack of respect of policians towards people's right to be seen naked in public is proof positive of the fact that such prude politicians are falsely personating authority. Prudes are not public servants; prudes are gangsters, who are trying to skim money off a system that makes everything cost money. All prudes must be booted completely out of office, immediately. All prudery is crime, not righteousness.

Well, the time hath arrived, to divulge which book I was just reading. I got to the end in the wee hours of this morning. I was reading Dealy Illusions - Jean Harlow and the Murder of Paul Bern. You may remember the article I wrote about Paul Bern's death. Well, the biggest surprises come near the end of the book. At the time of my writings, I wasn't aware of this book. A while back, I searched for a book on the subject, and this is the one I found. There is interested correlations between my version and this book. What's particularly interesting, is that after the book was finished, the main author, Samuel Marx, bumped into a guy in a Beverly Hills post office, who recognized him, and gave Sam his inside information on the story, which varied considerably from what Sam and his coauthor, Vanderveen, had just written. Sam included the guy's information, after the last chapter. You definitely don't want to skip it. Sam goes on to give follow-up information on the fates of the various principles, like Louis B. Mayor and his cadre, most or all of whom are dead now.

I mentioned a connection with the skelter story. As many people know, Jay Sebring lived for a couple of years in Paul Bern's former Easton house, in Benedict Canyon. Well, the day before Jay died at the Cielo house, he was discussing his having repainted a couple of rooms of the former Bern house. The landlord didn't like the repainting. Jay's bedroom had become black, and his gym had become purple. That gym was an enlarged room that had been fashioned out of Bern's closet, which Bern was found dead in, in 1932. Jay arranged to have lunch with the landlord the following day, to smooth things over. He told the landlord he was bringing Sharon Tate along for the lunch. They had their lunch, and on that very night, the Cielo house was visiting by those shadowy characters, who left five people dead, including Sharon and Jay, at the Cielo house. What timing. What's more, Jay and Sharon and Gibby and Voytek had dinner out that same night, at a Mexican restaurant in Beverly Hills. Jay and Sharon ate out at least twice that day, as if they were being granted their last meal requests.

This may seem suspicious, but the guy who gave that late information to Sam died a very short time afterwards. Retribution for finking? By then, who of the former principles was still alive to care? Sam himself only lived a couple of years after writing the book, which is dated 1990. He was 90 when he passed, in 1992. Hollywood has a very unethical history. This book sheds some light on some of the biggest names of that era. I'd now like to read the book Sam wrote on Mayer and Thalberg. I'm sure that'd help round out my perspective on them and Hollywood's history.

The above blog entry was made on August 6, 2009.

I feel bad about Paula Abdul leaving American Idol. I've never watched the show more than a few minutes at a time. The first thing I wonder about is if she was forced out. Poor Paula.

The above blog entry was made on August 5, 2009.

A look at the right bank of spark plugs, through a wheel well

Here's a pictorial look into one of my recent pit stops. Have you ever longed to try your hand at automotive repair, hen? I used to do loads of it, for myself. In the left photo, you see my van with the front right wheel off. In the right photo, you can see the three right spark plugs, of the right bank, of the Astro's V-6 engine. Click on either photo, to see the full-sized photo. Clicking on the right photo, and sliding the photo around, will give a mechanic's eye view of the three spark plug boots, covering their respective spark plugs.

It's your lucky day, hen. Here are a couple more photos, from a few weeks ago. On the left, is my stand of Jalapeño peppers, and on the right is my stand of Anaheim peppers. They have more than doubled in height since then, and both groups have both flowers and peppers growing. Do you ever grow your own veggies, hen? We do, here. We have grapefruit and greens and peppers and melons and squash and potatoes and apples. About a decade ago, I really was giving serious thought to buying a farm and trying it commercially. Of course, music is a better line of work for me, especially with my new music.

The above blog entry was made on August 3, 2009.

I just experienced another first. My hosting service, for this website, just debited my bank account (credit mode), which only had 7¢ in it, causing it to go negative. I didn't know that would be allowed, with the instant electronic checks they use. My bank trusts me for the money? I'm impressed. I've been too distracted to deposit the money for this web service. I sure hope they don't charge me an overdraught fee. After all, I didn't expressly authorize it. It was more their fault than mine, for letting it go through. I was too busy to pay close attention to that automatic debit, which I never really authorized, but have been tolerating, since the money is due every month, anyway. I'm broke, hen.

I finally watched the Joan Rivers freak-out scene, on Showbiz Tonight. You think she gave the guy, she bit, rabbies?

I just documented, with photos, the repair I just did to my new ukulele. It had one defect, which I've now fixed. Read about it in today's Madonna blog entry, hen.

The above blog entry was made on August 2, 2009.

You know, Madonna is such a low-life, I ought to stop discussing my music there, in my Madonna blog. She doesn't merit such serious consideration or discussion. She's treated me like the dirt of the earth; no better, on the whole.

Speaking of my music, I just created the refrain for the piece of music that I started creating on Christmas day, of 2008. It's such a phenomenal accent and addition to the whole. What's more, I'm tempted to name it after the novel I just read, Stranger in a Strange Land. I should have mentioned, I guess, that the story has a sad ending, but the story is so odd, the ending is interpreted, in the story, as not sad, even joyous. That reminds me of the supposed tradition of happy music and celebration at New Orleans funerals. Strange.

Furthermore, I was just thinking that I can make a deal with you, to include this musical score as the theme to a film version of Stanger in a Strange Land, if you're interested in producing the movie version of the book, my hen. You can't help but love this music. A person would have to be brain dead to not enjoy this piece, or maybe dead dead. Have you read it yet? Don't dally. This suggesting of which stories to make films out of is one of the things Paul Bern was employed to do, back in his era. Remember? He was one of the husbands of Jean Harlow. He ended up dead, looking like it was suicide, in 1932. One of his films won the Academy Award, but he didn't even get screen credit for producing it, because MGM didn't give its producers screen credits back then. That reminds me of my old problem with Madonna.

I'd need an advance on the deal, and pronto. The creditors' lawyers are after me.

The above blog entry was made on August 1, 2009.

What a way to finish July, with an unexpected new piece of music. Country, no less. Read about it in today's Madonna blog entry, hen.

BREAKING NEWS (from Showbiz Tonight)

JOAN RIVERS FREAKS OUT!
Wait until you see this! Joan Rivers goes ballistic on the set of her Comedy Central roast! She curses! She slaps! She even bites a guy! And it's all caught on tape

Now, back to our regular programming. Here's more of that relevant news we had a while ago:

DOI
Department of the Interior
U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service
Captive Breeding of Attwater's Prairie Chickens
Grant
http://www07.grants.gov/search/search.do?&mode=VIEW&flag2006=false&oppId=48803

And, still more breaking news:

CNN: Palin not attending California event
Despite an earlier announcement from a California Republican womens group, former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin will not be speaking to an event sponsored by the group scheduled for next weekend at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library, a spokeswoman for her political action committee said Thursday night.
http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2009/07/30/palin-not-attending-california-event/

Was it something I said? I would have wanted to attend, but I could hardly spare the round-trip fuel.

Shit, is a political activist's work never done? Since I was busy with music matters lately, today I had a few days worth of email news updates to read and deal with. Accordingly, I had a few messages to send off to politicians.

An item of particular interest to me, in this mess of political stuff, was a report about something I was already well aware of many years ago. Finally, there is sense arriving besides all the environmental nonsense. This report was about "cool roofs," ie white (or very light-colored) roofs, which reflect the sun's energy, and hence heat, away from the house or building, so the air conditioning doesn't have so much heat to purge. Years ago, I informed my parents about that principle, and talked them into installing white roof shingles, which have since been replaced when the roof was subsequently redone. That white roofing was installed a long time ago, if its replacement, since, is any clue. I did my homework. On my suggestion, they also chose a light color for the colored exterior stucco. Although I recommended white, they chose tan. The lighter the color, the cooler the result, literally. I just noticed something: the similarity of spellings of "color" and "cooler." Divine revelation? I stopped believing in mere coincidences long ago. Tests reportedly showed a 35% reduction in electrical consumption, with cool roofs. Not bad. Here's that article's hyperlink, which was provided in today's CNN email news undates:
Cool roofs

The above blog entry was made on July 31, 2009.

I'm tempted to include, here, a fax I just sent to the law firm, which is representing Discover Bank, against me. Lawyers' stock-in-trade is the facility to craft lies to suit their purposes. Lawyers are some of the most prolific liars on earth. They think it to be their right, as part of their job, to use lies to suit their needs. Here's that fax:

To [name omitted]:

I'm writing to you, since I was told you're the one handling my case, file number [omitted].

I called you, and talked to you, last Friday, July 24, 2009. Although I was relieved to hear your assurances that you were only interested in taking a portion of my paychecks, until the debt be paid in full, some concerns linger, on my part. For one thing, I'm still not 100% certain your above assurances were genuine. I want to clearly outline my position, at this point in time.

I've been very busy this year, writing new music, and performing live (not-for-pay) music in Hollywood, which experience I intend to cite when I contact some small music venues, for pay gigs of a musical nature. Everything I've been doing has been gravitating towards this eventuality of drawing paychecks from live performances, except that I also have a music CD in the works, which I intend to release, before long. I've also recently contracted with ASCAP, but I've since concluded that they are not working in my best interests, in regard to some of their contractual stipulations. I intend to seek out a different music rights organization to handle my music royalties. I don't trust ASCAP. I don't think the matter is reconcilable, short of their rewriting of some of their clauses.

I can't overemphasize how critical my current situation is. I've got, easily, millions of dollars worth, potentially, of music, which I intend to cash in on ASAP. I'm in a critical no-interference-timeframe, and would appreciate it if you would not spook my situation with regard to my music pursuits and financial interests.

Furthermore, in item number 4, of the memorandum of points and authorities, which you recently sent me a copy of, you made an unfair, derogatory, prejudicial comparison to me, in those citations about the AB Group vs. Wertin case. It was never my intention to swindle Discover Bank, nor any other organization that I borrowed from. If I were defending my case in court, I would immediately object to that line of reasoning, as unfair, prejudicial supposition, which made insinuations about my alleged lack of honest intentions with regard to the Discover Bank debt. I had always intended to pay off the loan, when I became able. I didn't want the mark against me in my credit history and against my reputation.

In summary, the more you were to harangue me with financial hardships, the slower and more difficult it would be to derive pay from my music property and work. It gets back to that old adage about it taking money to make money. The music business is clearly not an exception to that rule of thumb. I've been garnering my petty cash to buy very modest stage equipment, which is NEEDED for my live performances. I still don't even have a cardioid mic and mic stand. I need to avoid any breaking of my momentum, in these music projects of mine. It's like you came from right out of the blue, right when I'm anticipating my hitting paydirt.

Also, I've been worried that you could have designs on pilfering my van, through court. I very much need my van for work, and would be financially paralized without it. It just had close to a thousand dollars worth of smog related repairs, to get it to pass a smog test, and I need to not lose it.

You couldn't have picked a worse time. You could have waited a year, and still been a year within the statute of limitations. This makes me suspicious of your motives, like maybe you're being bribed to make trouble for me. I've had long-term enemies in the music business, who are very wealthy, at my expense, off of MY music. Madonna is one case in point. I definitely worked with Madonna decades ago, with some of my music (under different names) appearing is [sic "in" intended] more than one of her albums, the most recent such album being American Life, at least some of which music is decades old, really. I'm the most ripped-off person in the annals of music history.

Final emphasis:

Without the income I intend to derive, soon, from my music, I would not be able to pay Discover, nor anyone else I've borrowed from. You can't put the cart before the horse, and expect to get where you're going. This music is NOT a luxury, it's my only occupation, at this time. I'm on the verge of it paying, soon. Don't rock my boat.

Sincerely,
[omitted]

ps: If you succeed in disrupting my music and financial situation unduly, I intend to come back at you, after gaining the financial resources, with investigations into the possibility of your having accepted bribes from music people to sabotage my life.

pps: If I could afford to file a motion, I'd file one, asking the judge to dismiss, possibly without prejudice, pending further developments, since you've got plenty of time anyway.

The above blog entry was made on July 30, 2009.

I called the opposing lawyers' office Monday. After what he told me, I'm more relaxed about the upcoming court appearance, early in August. As long as they don't overdo the financial hold stuff, nor try to confiscate any of my possessions, I think everything should work out okay.

You must read today's Madonna blog entry, to find out about my new ukulele purchase, my hen. I'm eager to start recording with this concert uke.

This picture shows my birthday cake (dinosaur food, from Baskin Robbins). You must have seen the tv commercial. Two slices down, two to go.

The above blog entry was made on July 29, 2009.

I can't let you forget it's my birthday, hen. It is.

The above blog entry was made on July 28, 2009.

I forgot to mention another theme coincidence, between Stranger in a Strange Land and Charlie's story. Towards the end of the above Heinlein book, there's a mention of "the man from Mars," namely, Valentine Michael Smith, being the son of man. Now, anyone who's read as much of Charlie's story as I have, would recognize that phrase, "son of man," attributed to Charlie, as being a description of himself, as if based on his own name, "Manson," hence "man son."How's that for a theme coincidence? They don't get much more interesting than that.

By the way, I'm reading another book, which story coincidentally has an historical coincidence with Charlie's story, but I won't tell you which book, till I'm finished reading it. I would be reading this book, even if there were no such theme coincidence, because I have an interest in this story too. More later.

This page has continued to slip below the Madonna page visits. I've got a solution. Meet me, and we'll get in a photo together, to spike interest here. We could go into some lurid details about clubs or garden parties or . . . whatever . . . if you know what I mean, my hen. It'd be fun.

I keep giving an occasional thought to visiting Octomom, since she lives on Madonna Lane. What do you think, hen? I ought to ask Charlie instead? He always knows what to do?

The above blog entry was made on July 27, 2009.

Here's an additional note, about Stranger in a Strange Land. The book has a distinctly philosophical flavor, which is part of the reason its vernacular is clearly anything but ordinary. Definitely, don't skip reading yesterday's blog entry here. It goes into far more detail about the book.

The above blog entry was made on July 25, 2009.

Read today's Madonna blog entry, to learn one of my current budget dilemmas.

I recently mentioned a book I was reading, but said I was waiting, before telling you anything about it. Well, I just reached the end of the novel last night (wee hours of this morning). I just read Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert A. Heinlein. What brought me to read this book? The very fact that a copy of this book was found in one of the Barker Ranch raids, and is reputed to have been Charlie's. That's enough, in itself, to interest me in reading it, which I just did. I checked some internet sources, and found that there are two versions, or editions, of this book. The first edition was said to have been censored, and the 1987 edition is said to contain the complete text of the original manuscript. So, being how I am, I naturally opted for the uncensored version, of 1987, which is 438 pages long.

There are a number of interesting facts about this book.

- WARNING: THIS INFO CONTAINS WHAT SOME WOULD CONSIDER SPOILER MATERIAL. If you're worried about that, maybe you shouldn't read the rest of this paragraph. -

One is the fact that the name, of one of Charlie's son's, with Mary Brunner, is that of the central protagonist of this story, namely, "Valentine Michael" (surname "Smith," in the story), the "man from Mars." Yes, this is definitely a science fiction story, unless you want to believe it to be non-fiction. I suspect Charlie to have really read this book (the censored version, since the uncensored version wasn't available back then), based on the fact of this name coincidence. Another coincidence is that, early in the book, mention is made of a childrens' hospital in Cincinnati. The coincidence here is that Charlie was born in Cincinnati, and obviously, he was a child at the time of his birth. There are philosophical coincidences in the story, like the open nudity theme, which didn't show up until well into the book. Charlie's group is reputed to have been that way (freely exposing themselves) at their living accomodations. Another theme coincidence is in mentalist abilities, which is definitely a theme that runs through Charlie's story. To find the mentalist part of Charlie's story, read as many books on Charlie's story as you can find. It's there. My favorite account of Charlie's powers, is contained early in Susan Atkin's book, Child of Satan, Child of God. Free love is yet another theme coincidence. Are these enough thematic coincidences, or do I have to draw more parallels between the two stories? Here's one more. Valentine Michael Smith espoused the idea of freely killing anyone, as he deemed fit. Remind you of someone? If I were to put together an official curriculum of Charlie studies, this book would be assigned reading, along with the first edition of Ed Sander's book, The Family, especially chapter 5, about the Process Church of Final Judgment, and chapter 10, about the The Solar Lodge of the OTO, which stands for "Ordo Templi Orientis." [Additional coincidence: Valentine Michael Smith is described as the "son of man" towards the end of the book. If you've read loads of Charlie's story, you ought to recognize the coincidence.]

You know what I'm afraid of, now? Electronic textbooks. That bears explanation. What I mean is that the technique of providing textbooks electronically, makes it very easy and convenient and do-able to implement the update system described in George Orwell's book, 1984. In that system, when the government changes its official opinion about something, it recalls all existing books and revises them, to reflect that the stated "facts" were always as they now say, even though that's not true. Printed books are a paper trail of historical documentation, which is VITALLY IMPORTANT to maintain. Government officials have always been utter frauds. They can't be allowed to have this ability to rewrite "history" and "facts." If you haven't read 1984, read it now. Government in the U. S. is already that way. It's an emergency to snap government out of that pattern.

Here's a recent example of official lying. On some tv channel recently (I think it was on the The Weather Channel), some black guy was sitting, having a conversation with someone about global warming. He was telling a lie, in which he said he saw "greenhouse gas molecules" which were cup-shaped, which "cause them to trap heat." That's absolute fiction. The physical properties of molecules don't work that way. To believe that lie, you must believe photons to be physically like wind, and thus capable of experiencing wind drag. Believe me, photon transmission DOES NOT work like that. He's a fraud. The Weather Channel is guilty of participating in the "global warming" myths. Freedom of speech DOES NOT include freedom to commit fraud. They ought to be shut down, if they insist on helping the politicians lie to the public, in support of dirty political schemes.

I just sent The Weather Channel feedback, including the above paragraph. It's time to end the lies.

The above blog entry was made on July 24, 2009.

I just made myself proud of myself again. Read about my new home music studio setup, in today's Madonna blog entry, hen.

The above blog entry was made on July 23, 2009.

A while back, I sent a fax to Ron Paul, to see if he'd back me in local office in Texas, or maybe someplace else. It's not that I like traditional American politics; I don't. I want to do some real good, like the imcumbents aren't willing to do, for fear of damaging their political careers. This time, I told him about my idea of founding a new U. S. political party, and inviting Sarah Palin to join me in it.

The above blog entry was made on July 22, 2009.

I had remarked, recently, about ASCAP. I don't like to give misinformation, or false impressions of anyone or anything. Their wording, in a pop-up online agreement, did give me pause, and caused me much worry, over their way of doing business. I just called ASCAP, to give them a chance to explain. She told me the "ownership" is about royalties, not copyright. I sure hope that's true. If I were on their board of directors, I'd be suggesting a rewrite of that agreement, to clarify, and spare others from this same worry. If a member can't trust his own music rights organization, who can he trust with these matters? A personally hired lawyer, maybe, but some people can't afford a lawyer. I'd hate to have to blindly trust a lawyer, even. The contract would have to look okay to me, personally.

If one issue is enough to conclude a judge to be dishonest, then Sotomayor is dishonest. Read about it here (onsite):
Sotomayor misinterprets, to deny us our right.

Here's today's important video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

It looks like we have a bonanza of sorts, in this blog entry. Try this link too (onsite):
National Right-to-Carry Reciprocity

This is really important. This must be read:
Naturist Action Committee - Action Alert

The above blog entry was made on July 21, 2009.

I just caught the last so-much of a Friends episode, the one in which Monica tells you to move out, so her boyfriend can move in. She finally got through to you, and made you cry. Heart-rending, hen. I'm still choking up, thinking about it. That wasn't comedy, at that point.

If you're reading this, you must have noticed the photos I just added to this entry. Click on each one, for the larger version. On the left, is one of my Anaheim chili plants, with flower buds about to bloom. In the middle, is my newly acquired used tire. It's hard to tell from this straight-on shot, but that tread is about like new. It would be more obvious, if I had taken the shot at an angle, to show the depth of tread. On the right, are a couple of my Jalapeño pepper plants. I don't see buds on them, yet. I think I said, I used to grow Cayenne peppers. They did very well.

The above blog entry was made on July 20, 2009.

Lucky me. I just found Alien on tv. I think I picked it up very close to the start, when they were sleeping on board. This reminds me of a book I'm reading, but more on that, when I reach the end.

I guess I said that I used to read science fiction during the lunch break, when I was in high school, in the 1970's. I enjoyed this movie, Alien. I thought of a pun, during the show: "a lien" for "alien." Get it? The alien boarded the spaceship, as if assuming a lien against it. How well-matched to the plot.

There's one piece of insight I can shed on this story. I know it could be hard for some to believe, but "fiction" can actually be far more real than many suppose. A writer often finds himself picking his story line from the debris of his recollections of prior life experiences, prior lifetimes, that is, even if he's not aware of it while writing. The same is true of this plot, of Alien. Know what? They left out something I remember from such a prior lifetime, "elsewhere," for lack of a better word. They left out the reception of the lone survivor of the large spaceship. She had made it to the frontier. And yes, just as she had anticipated, she was met by other humans, who seemed to happen by. Here's the twist in the story, though. They were a small group of about three or four men, and they decided to take sexual liberties with this refugee spaceship-captain-in-absentia. I was her, that time. Sadly, at the moment, I don't know what happened afterwards. I remember thinking what a sci-fi flavor to the molestation. My recollection is blank after that. She just couldn't find a true happy ending, it seems.

It's proving to be another interesting day. I no sooner mention that Alien stuff, and then I had a related experience. For some time, I was noticing the new image forming in the hole in my chair mat. I mentioned, in the past, about the former image of Long Island, with the shark. Well, the hole has enlarged over time. Now, it resembles an assault weapon, similar to the one in Alien. Also, there appears to be a U. S. style space shuttle on top of the assault weapon, as if that doubled as a spaceship launcher. It smacks of the abandoning-ship event, near the end of Alien. I hadn't thought of that symbolic connection to the movie, but I just watched Alien, so it was fresh in my mind. Now the pattern is recognizable. Amazing. What's even more amazing, is that the pistol grip seemed too skinny, before. Today, just before I snapped a couple of photos, a piece was freshly broken out of the pistol grip, to make it more like that shape, and I didn't do it. It came about by no design of my own. It's uncanny, supernatural. It's as if this picture image were delivered with an official explanation that it's what it looks like, and not a mere coincidence; that it's really related to Alien, and me. "Two points," as the guy in jail would have told me.

The above blog entry was made on July 19, 2009.

What could I have possibly had to do today, that I haven't done before, and chronicled here? Lots of things. But, in particular, I fixed the rattle of the outside air conditioning unit. I pushed here and there, on its panels, to isolate which panels were rattling, and where. I then fixed the rattles by affixing electrical tape along the inside edges, where the noise had been coming from. I fixed both rattling panels. The rattles are gone, and the outside unit is much quieter now. I've been planning to do that for many months. Now it's done. Something minor, like these rattles, can make a new machine sound less that fabulous.

After that, I repaired the old wicker chair, which I remember from the 1960's. It's resided for many years on the patio, where it still is. A heavy plastic wire tie, in each of its rear corners of attachment, and a new screw for each of its two front attachment points, and now it's well held-together. I think it's held together better now that it was when it first arrived at the house, so long ago.

Here's another government grant announcement for today:

DOI
Department of the Interior
U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service
Attwater's Prairie Chicken Captive Breeding
Modification 1
http://www07.grants.gov/search/search.do?&mode=VIEW&flag2006=false&oppId=48553

Doesn't that look like the last grant listing, I put here the other day, hen?

The above blog entry was made on July 18, 2009.

First, get a load of this:

CNN: Huckabee warns Palin: Don't leave GOP
Former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee has a warning for Sarah Palin: Don't abandon the Republican Party.
http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2009/07/15/huckabee-warns-palin-dont-leave-gop/

This Palin thing is intriguing me more and more. Remember, I just mentioned that I'm not sure I didn't inspire Sarah Palin's quitting the governor's job. Well, there's now speculation that she may be thinking of leaving the GOP. Now, that's even more reason for me to suspect that I may have triggered this late-breaking Palin news, ie her quitting. How's that? Well, I was reluctant to post the messages I sent her, but here's what it was about. I was suggesting that we two, Palin and myself, run together in 2012, for president and vice president of the U. S., but with myself as the candidate for the number one spot, with her again as the number two candidate. That makes sense, since the Satanic Party idea is my own (see below). She never replied to any of my messages, but I suspect she took them very seriously. But here's the especially interesting part of my idea: That we two would be founding, and running on the ticket of, a NEW political party, namely a SATANIC PARTY. Why Satanic? Because I like LaVey's philosophy of personal freedom. I'm not saying that the party would be a philosophical clone of the Church of Satan. Rather, I'd like it to be my own philosophy of freedom, expanding on LaVey's principles of personal freedom, which are in The Satanic Bible.

If you want another twist on this idea, try this. The Process Church (now said to be defunct), embraced the philosophical idea that Lucifer (as distinguished from Satan) was the god-like being of unrestrained pleasure, whereas Satan was the god-like being of retribution. If I were to buy into that idea, I could name the party the LUCIFER PARTY, instead.

Here's another component of my idea. The GOP has been losing popularity, to the Democrats, largely because of the prude stance the GOP has been assuming. For instance, the FCC crackdown on innocent nudity on tv, which was for many years tolerated peacefully, is the dirty work of incumbent prudes. TV prudery snowballed, during the presidency of George W. Bush. I'm still sick over it. People know, deep within themselves, that prudery is criminal, rather than "righteous." To be a politician, who advocates prudery, is to be a mass-murderous, maniacal political criminal. I've always known that. In fact, it's reasonable to suspect the Republican prudes to be Democrat sympathizers, who intentionally damage the popularity of the Democrats' main competitor, the Republican Party. If I were the czar of the Republican Party (if there were such a czar position possible), I'd boot out ALL the prudes, no ifs, ands or buts about it. They'd be gone. I mean, you're either reasonable and true, or your gone. Obama's gaining the oval office is largely due to the malevolent effect of the GOP's prude incumbents, along with the GOP's reputation for prudery. The gig is up. Prudes, go home, or be locked up, in prison or nut houses. Prudes were always irrelevant, dangerous and harmful to the people of the world.

Need I say more? Maybe that will do it, for now, hen.

The above blog entry was made on July 17, 2009.

This blog has been a lot like a diary for me. Here's today's scoop. Remember that freeway tire blowout, on Monday? Well, I've been driving on the doughnut, so I went the the salvage yard, and picked out a used tire. It's in near-new condition, but they mislead me as to how much I'd pay for it, when I called. If I had known how much it REALLY was to be, I'd have gone to the other company's wrecking yard, and gotten a much better buy. So, here's what I paid:

1. $2.00 admission to yard
2. $27.00 for a used wheel (complete)
3. $15.00 for mounting and balancing (at a tire store)

So, the grand total came to about $44.00. That's cheap compared to a new tire.

If I had gone to the other place, here's what it would have cost me:

1. $2.00 admission to yard
2. $15.00 for the tire
3. $3.00 for the tire break service (to get it off the wheel)
4. $15.00 for mounting and balancing (at a tire store)

So, had I known about this price difference, and gone to the other place, the grand total would have been about $35.00. That would have been a savings of $9.00. I know you can't imagine what difference $9.00 could make, but it makes a difference to me, hen.

By the way, this used tire is almost like new. I need it to be, when I pay that much, and go to all that bother.

Another by-the-way. I caught the first 30 minutes of Picture Perfect, which I had missed recently, when I saw the rest of that movie. Apparently, they show that one on tv a lot.

Here's today's important video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

The above blog entry was made on July 16, 2009.

Wow. There seems to be no end to chicken news, these days. Here's the scope:

Wall Street Journal: Some City Folk Are Mad as Wet Hens When Chickens Come Home to Roost
For three hours at a City Council meeting, residents clucked over the latest debate ruffling feathers here: Should homeowners be allowed to keep chickens in their backyards?
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124761681413642361.html

What next?

The above blog entry was made on July 15, 2009.

Well, my little hen, guess what? I just got back from Los Angeles, from the Sacred Fools Theatre, 660 Heliotrope. And, you guessed it, I just did the premiere live performance of one of my new songs for 2009, namely, The Ghost of Sharon. How fitting, considering I just did another ghost photo shoot a couple of nights ago, at the Cielo Drive property. By now, maybe you'll guess that, when I premiere one of my new songs, that'd be at Sacred Fools, if it's getting near the three-month point in time, since their Ten Tops is held approximately once every three months. I figure I'm doing them a real favor, by performing there. People don't know what they're missing.

My bit wasn't the only good one going. A guy got up and did a really good piano piece. They had some good acting skits, too. But, you wouldn't be caught dead in a venue that small? No, actually, I've met up with you at small venues, a number of times. That'd be nothing different for you, especially since you said your tastes, for pastime pleasures, run common-Joe in character.

I'm about to lunge forward, to find some paying gigs, forthwith. I mean it. I'm in a desperate hurry for funds.

Now, here was my misadventure, the day of the show. On the way over, on Interstate-5, I suddenly realized my tire had blown out. Damn, as they say. I pulled over, onto the hard shoulder, and proceeded to change the tire. And, can you believe this? I actually still made it to the show on time. Amazing. It's a darn good thing I allowed as much time, as I did, to get there on time. I really needed to, this time. I arrived at the corner of Melrose and Heliotrope at precisely 7:30pm on my watch, but my watch is two minutes ahead. That's timing; signup was at 7:30pm, sharp. There's no advance signup; it's first come first served. I got lucky after all. Now I have to see if I can come up with another tire, although I'm flat broke. Do you realize how lucky you are, to not have to scrape to get by, my hen? Take my word for it; you're lucky.

Oh, here's an aside. I heard someone saying, on stage tonight, that they're "a little like Friends, what they do there. A little?" The quote is only approximate. I didn't hear the rest of it, but I have a hunch that he had my Jen the Hen page in mind.

The central theme for the night was Fools' Paradise, although there was little clue, except for my song, that that was the theme of the night. The other good clue was the island theme stage decorations. People do what they, themselves want to do, for Ten Tops, and mostly ignore the central themes that are suggested for the night. I think the next Ten Tops might be different, in that regard, since the central theme will be about Halloween, sometime in October. I'm planning to prepare some monstrous music, capable maybe, of scaring the audience out of their wits. You think? Maybe my pipe organ music can be that scary? I think it'll be more entertaining than scary. I'm tempted to see if I can come up with a devil getup for the show, something like watching Anton LaVey play the caliope (except that he's been dead for years, and I'm still alive to do the show).

You didn't have to miss the show. You could have asked me when and where. You have yourself to blame, my hen.

Here's an opportunity, for those to whom chickens matter. The U. S. government is now, at this moment, offering a grant involving chickens. Read it here:

DOI
Department of the Interior
U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service
Attwater's Prairie Chicken Propagation
Grant

What do you think, hen?

The above blog entry was made on July 14, 2009.

I just saw that play, I mentioned the other day. It was Wife Swappers, at the Zephyr Theatre, at 7456 Melrose, between Garnder and Vista. It was the first time I was there. It was different. I hate to spoil the plot, or give out too much information. I guess you'd just have to see it yourself, if you're curious, my hen.

I'm squeezing this paragraph in, after writing the following two paragraphs. I was pleasantly surprised after the show, tonight. Although I wasn't planning on having anything more to eat for the night, the Zephyr threw a freebie food and drink party after the show. They had about a half dozen pizzas, all different. I relieved them of four slices, each from a different pizza. I figured they wouldn't eat it all by themselves, so I wasn't letting it go to waste. It was a spluge night for me. The beer and wine was also on the house, so I had a bottle of Corona and a partially-filled glass of burgundy wine. I've been drinking more alcohol the last six months, but I'm not anywhere near the level of alcoholic.

Here's an exceptional piece of news. After the show, I dropped by the Cielo Drive property again. You must be guessing already, the next part. I did another ghost photo shoot, although I don't know yet if the ghosts showed up in the photos. I won't dump the photos into my computer till after I get some sleep. I didn't get home till almost midnight.

There is one interesting difference this time, though. This is the first time I did one of those shoots with my Konica, which I bought early this year. This is a much better camera than the other one I was using. It's better in many ways, so I expect to see much better picture quality in this set. Actually, I got an approximate idea, by spying each shot on the color screen. From what I saw, the picture quality is vastly better than with that other much-cheaper camera.

On my way home from the Cielo place, I decided to check out the upper part of the road again, like I did in the 1990's. Just like before, Cielo does go through, but deadends at a tee intersection, at a street called Davies. That street will take you to expensive homes in the Bel Air area. Joan Rivers has a place in that area. What I was going to say here, is that I made a u-turn at Davies, and on my way back to Benedict Canyon, I spotted something interesting on the road. I passed it, stopped, backed up, and stopped again. I set the brake, and picked the object up. It was a very-fancy, long shopping bag, the kind that looks like it came out of an expensive shop, fitting that kind of neighborhood. It has a thick, smooth durable feel to it, not flimsy. It had an empty pill-sheet inside, and has an interestingly nice smell, which is hard to describe. I brought it home. It's hanging on my CD rack, on the wall, here. It's got the word "party!," written in a one-word-wide column, a column on each of two, opposing colorful sides. The rest of the outside it black, the inside white. You may as well have the rest of the description. It's over 12 1/2 inches tall, 4 1/2 inches wide, and 3 1/4 inches deep.

I know you were dying to see my Bel Air party bag, as I've named it, the one I mentioned earlier, so here it is, on the left. Enjoy. Hmmm. I think I should rename this to, "Cielo party bag." Consider it done, hen.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention it. Notice the heavy black cord, rove through the eight eyes, around the top of the bag. And don't forget to click the photo, to see the whole bag. You've made it this far; you can't miss it. Sweet.

Sometimes, it seems I never run out of stuff to mention. Like yesterday, The Orange County Register has a cover story, in their Home and Garden section, city dwellers raising chickens at home. They even made mention of the place I was planning to buy two chicks from, in Orange, called Wagon Train. The story continues on page 10 of that section. And what's interesting is the timing coincidence; this article broke immediately after I started calling you "hen." Read up, hen.

Now, back to Cielo (the story). I just made a preliminary pass through the newest Cielo Drive photo shoot photos. You must have guessed it; I'm not disappointed. I did choose an unfortunate camera setting, though. I must use shutter priority the next time, to avoid too-low shutter speed. I think the automatic cameras tend to use too-low a shutter speed outdoors at night, that's why it should be helpful to give emphasis to higher shutter speeds, ie "shutter priority," as one camera manufacturer calls it, the "S" on the settings dial.

Now, as for the content. Remember, I mentioned that one of the lights had been burnt out, on the previous two visits? Well, it's since been fixed. There was some of the same ghostly images, with some differences. That shutter business, I mentioned above, was in allusion to the fact that the photos are on the blurry side. Next time I expect even better. I may as well give you a cast of characters, because that's what these ghost photo shoots are like.

1. Gobbler ghost (a glass gobbler shape)
2. Ukulele ghost (I say Uke, rather than guitar, because I had my uke with me, for one thing.)
3. Tangle of baby dinosaur ghosts
4. Tree naturist ghosts
5. Skelter rope ghosts- clean white
6. Skelter rope ghost- dirty, red with blood
7. Scene overlay ghostly effect (genuine, not artificial)
8. Miscellany of ghostly images

How's that, for a tantalizing ghostly theme set. This list, maybe, will keep some awake at night, wondering what these photos look like.

I'm still thinking of holding out for paid admission, to see the newer Cielo Drive ghost shoot photos. The creditors have been after me, so what can I do? Actually, as far as money goes, I plan to start talking to small venues of live entertainment, to see if they can use a player/singer.

The above blog entry was made on July 12, 2009.

I hope my comments, in yesterday's blog, don't rock our boat. It was spontaneous.

I was just pondering whether or not to write the next lyrics, for one of this year's songs, about you, my hen. What do you think? The idea wouldn't make you scramble off into the coop, would it? It would, but you'd be going there, because you'd be in the mood? It remains to be seen, or heard?

The above blog entry was made on July 11, 2009.

In yesterday's blog entry, here, I was mentioning about the tentative appearance of the central four actors of Seinfeld, in the series, Curb Your Enthusiasm. That reminded me of something. As an actor, myself, I couldn't help but picture myself in the Seinfeld series, proper (if that's the word; I guess not). I'm telling ya, if they decide to restart that series, they must cast me as the fifth central character, the ukulelist, who just happens to be around so much of the time (between uke gigs), with a little plucking to deliver for who else, but them. Perfect. It'd work. We'd work. Set it up for me (us), Jen the Hen. It was meant to be, or should have been, or needs to be, or something like that.

What a surprise. I just spied a google ad, near the bottom of my home page, here, for Circuit City. They're the electronics store that recently went out of business. Someone must have bought them out, and resurrected them. Maybe one of their former creditors decided to go with the idea of reopening. Just when you think you've seen the last of Circuit City, here they are again.

Oh god, hen (lowercase; description, not a name)! I was flipping tv channels, earlier. What did I come upon? Picture Perfect. For most of the movie, I didn't realize that was the one with the wedding scene at the end, which I mentioned catching, while flipping channels before.

So? Well, the guy you were trying for, Sam; that name spells my initials, as I've told you before. I was tempted to call that divine revelation (about us, of course), but you ended up with the other guy. Now what? Ah! I know. That movie was fiction, as opposed to our real lives. So, in real life you end up with me. Believable? It is to me, still. Well?

I feel like I just did a Roman Polanski. Remember, if you know that part of the Roman and Sharon Tate story, that Roman, as the story goes, accidentally proposed to Sharon. He said (I don't recall what was said just before, offhand): "I guess you'll want to marry me now?" Then, how did it go? She said "yes," right then and there? I'm trying to remember that part. Poor Roman. Just kidding?

Okay, if you must take that as my having just proposed to you, okay. Well? Yes? Believe me; I want you, hen. I just didn't expect to propose to you in this blog entry. No time like the present. It's beyond wanting; I ache for you, hen.

By the way, I know this is anticlimactic, but I wanted to mention that I saw most of Picture Perfect, this time. I hope you're happy, hen.

Imagine being called, "hen," for the rest of your life, by me. Not bad, eh?

The above blog entry was made on July 10, 2009.

You know what the "war on drugs" and the 700-mile border wall are really about? The American politicians are really setting up the former Soviet "Checkpoint Charlie" perimeter fence system, to keep people IN. It always was obvious that drugs were not any of the politicians' business, even if drugs sometimes do sometimes kill the user. It should be obvious that the American politicians are burning the candle at both ends, setting up their own model of the former "Soviet Union." If people don't stop them now, it could end up being too late. This is one detail on which I'm disappointed with McCain. He supported the wall. Isn't it amusing, how "McCain" and "cocaine" both share a word part.

You think I could make a killing in short sale real estate, Jen the Hen? It's a thought.

I finally read the two issues of Parade magazine, I had set aside. In the June 14th, 2009 issue, they mentioned that the four central actors, from Seinfeld, are returning to tv, in the series, Curb Your Enthusiasm. That series has been running since 2000, but I've never watched a single episode of it. Now I'm wondering two things:

1. Are Seinfeld, Alexander, Louise-Dreyfus, and White going to be the permanent central cast?
2. And, if so, is it to replace the current cast?
3. And, if so, were they that bad?

The other interesting article in the June 14th, 2009 Parade issue was about Shia LaBeouf. First, he's not pronoucing his name the French way, but this being America, it's no wonder. He has some interesting things to say in that interview. He's had an unconventional upbringing. It's worth reading.

The June 28th, 2009 issue of Parade has an article about Daniel Radcliffe, of Harry Potter. That was interesting too. Parade doesn't always have a cover story about an actor. I look for those issues that do. Daniel gives some thoughts on his family life and his career.

Interesting. It is important that California not abandon its decades-long Cahill Policy. The prudes must not win nor maintain political dominance. The prudes are the criminals, not freedom lovers.

The above blog entry was made on July 9, 2009.

What did I do today? I read some news that I set aside for about a couple of weeks. I mostly kept up with the news, with some exceptions.

I also bought another book, but you won't get any specifics, until after I've read it.

And, I bought a theater ticket to a very promising play, in Los Angeles. As with the above book, I won't tell you any details, until after I've seen it, if even then. Would I get you to meet me again, by not telling you anything about the play, except in person? I doubt that'd work, but it's worth a try. Better yet, get with me right away, and we'd see it together. I bet it's a small place.

The above blog entry was made on July 8, 2009.

I thought I was going to get this entry into yesterday's spot, but I just noticed that it's midnight. Besides that bad news of yesterday, from the creditor's lawyers, yesterday was special for a different reason. I fixed the toilet, on the other side of the house. I had to take the tank off, to install all new parts inside. It's all done and working perfectly. The reason for the work was that the hardware seals, between the tank and the bowl, were leaking. That leak had been an inconvenience for weeks, but now it's fixed. Like the six-million dollar man, it's now better than it was. The difficult part of the in-tank adjustment was the fill guard, which keeps the fill valve from topping off the tank, if the flapper valve ever develops a leak. We've never had that feature in any toilet in the house, so it's a first at my place. That's technology.

I bet you've never fixed a toilet yourself, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on July 7, 2009.

There's news today. Ill Jill, of Good Day LA, is pregnant, yet again. She divulged this this morning, on the second birthday of her first, Ruby.

Also, I just got notice, in the mail, that Discover Bank, of Discover Card, is still pursuing their limited civil case against me. They're trying to bypass my right to speak for myself in court, by filing a motion of judgment, citing historical court case precedents. I don't believe those precedents to have been rightfully decided. The civil system is dishonest. California acts like they can decide a case against the defendant, on the basis that the defendant is the defendant. They're trying to maximize their convenience in that direction. It's not right. I feel like bringing countersuit against Discover Bank.

I've got an idea, Jen the Hen. Let me borrow your lawyer, to help me tell Discover where to go. Okay? Hurray.

The above blog entry was made on July 6, 2009.

By the way, I kept forgetting to mention something here. Guess who's the Sports Illustrated calendar girl for this month? Here's the answer: Danica Patrick, the race car driver.

The above blog entry was made on July 5, 2009.

What's the most remarkable thing that happened for me for this 4th of July? Well, I'm not sure it's the most significant. I barbequed a couple of steaks today. I hit it just right. A close-up of a cross-section of my steak could have served as a textbook illustration of how to cook a steak medium. I only did it once on each side, too. Perfect.

Decades ago, the fireworks stopped being visible from home, here. Either politics has restricted their height in the sky, or it perhaps was the greed of businesses, like Disneyland, not letting the happiest place on earth extend to the no-pay zone.

You can take a peek at my commercial area, by clicking the Shop widget, on one of these pages. Like my splash page hints, none of the products listed are available. They are dummies, to demonstrate the software. I've got some adjustments to do, to refine things there. Think of your visit there as window shopping, without being able to buy anything. I'm sure I'll have purchases enabled, before long.

The above blog entry was made on July 4, 2009.

Breaking news!:

Octomom, the Musical. Get your tickets now, at plays411.com.

I'm not amazed.

You know what I'm wondering? I'm wondering if something I said was behind today's announced resignation of Sarah Palin. You think? How could you? You haven't even see, here, the messages I was sending her, in months past.

The above blog entry was made on July 3, 2009.

I'm about to bore you again, with some technical details, Jen the Hen. You can stand it; read on.

I know you never worry about the possibility of your cars failing a smog test. I was worried about my van for the past two years, since the "service engine soon" light started coming on. I recently did some maintenance on the car (oil change and new spark plugs). Of course, that wasn't the reason for the light being on, in the instrument panel. It appeared, to me, that the fuel system needed repair. I was prepared to fix it myself, but ended up taking it to the shop. Just like I thought, the diagnostic showed it needed the fuel injectors replaced. Also, the fuel regulator (inside the upper intake manifold) was leaking heavily (inside the engine, causing poor fuel economy and blackened rear spark plugs). So, the fuel regulator, along with the fuel filter, was replaced also. Actually, he probably would have replaced the regulator, even if it weren't leaking, since it's built into the injector assembly. That bill came to close to $900.00. Today, I just took it for a smog certificate. It passed. This is one nightmare I've finally disposed of.

Another mechanical possibility intrigues me. If I had my own place to work on the van, I think I'd buy the four-wheel-drive parts for my van, and swap them into it. Four-wheel-drive was an option for my van, but mine didn't come with that option installed. I was going to do that kind of four-wheel-drive conversion on the postal jeep I used to own, but I ended up selling it instead, after owning it for some years. It had the steering wheel on the right. Can you imagine driving one of those? They're really easy to get used to, actually.

The above blog entry was made on July 2, 2009.

I just read The Phoenix Solution, by Vincent Bugliosi, who's now a jurist doctor, has "JD" after his name. As you should remember, he's the former prosecutor of the Manson trial, of 1969. This was the 5th book of his I've read, and I've got at least two other books of his on my reading list.

Again, as with Outrage (also by Bugliosi), The Phoenix Solution has painfully long, complex sentences, with parenthetical remarks longer than a typical footnote. Although I didn't like that style of writing, the book has worthwhile information in it, towards understanding the illicit drug situation in the U. S. In this book, he gives two extreme suggestions, for handling the "drug war." In addition, he gives good descriptions of the arguments for and against legalization of street drugs, and some historical insight on the idea of legalization. In truth, I also thought of these pro-legalization ideas, or at least many of them. It's refreshing to see someone else describe the situation that way, though. That section, chapter 5, reaffirmed my prior thinking on the subject. He also described decriminalization (making it a civil offense, rather than criminal). The other option he spoke of, was what they're doing in Holland, namely, leaving the laws on the books, but not enforcing them. I recommend this book to anyone who has taken, or who considers taking, street drugs. I especially recommend it to anyone who has sold, or contemplated selling, street drugs. Sellers, and prospective sellers, definitely need this book. It could save their lives, literally. Volume traffickers are eligible for the death penalty, if they sell above certain dollar amounts. That's one thing I learned from this book.

In this book, Bugliosi gave the distinct impression that he's NOT in favor of legalization, although he gave such good arguments for legalization. The main argument he gave for keeping street drugs illegal, is the "protecting people from themselves" idea, which I'm strongly opposed to. The idea he didn't emphasize, but which has far more merit, is the idea that cocaine is said to cause birth defects, when taken by the mother, during pregnancy. I'm not convinced that really happens. By the way, this book emphasizes mostly the cocaine trade, since that's the drug that's dominating sales. He did discuss the other street drugs, to some extent.

If you really want to know, I personally favor legalization.

I've been thinking, the last couple of days, how well-suited one of my new pieces of music is for use as a dirge (funeral music). If it's played in the dirge style, ie slow and solemn and funereal, it is so well-suited that it could pass as the definitive piece of funeral music. When I first had this music inspiration, I didn't plan on it being used at funerals, and my main style of it is more like pop music. If done funereally, it is unmistakably a dirge. What a timing coincidence, in the midst of all these celeb deaths lately, and with this particular piece being the one I've been intending to perform live, for the first time, in Los Angeles this month.

Back to The Phoenix Solution; Bugliosi enumerated eleven benefits of legalization of street drugs. I wanted to mention this, before moving on to other discussions.

The above blog entry was made on July 1, 2009.

Finally, they are starting to mention the drug possibility, in the Jacko death aftermath. That was one of the first things I thought of, upon talk of an autopsy. Now, I'm just waiting for the toxicology report (as much as eight weeks away), more than half-expecting some kind of drug-related cause-of-death to be announced, with regard to Jacko. We'll see.

The above blog entry was made on June 29, 2009.

At this moment, I have no idea what I'm about to put in this blog entry. I'll think a moment . . . Uh . . . it was awful hot today. I spied the thermometer reading 89 this afternoon.

I've been wondering if I should be less political in this blog. I don't want to discourage visits to this page. My political stuff has become one of the best features of this page. I'd hate for my politics to be discouraging visits to this page.

I'll soon have something interesting to comment on here, as always. I'm still working on it. Stay tuned, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on June 28, 2009.

Upon receiving another inquiry about the black Steve Bray thing, I just posted a clarification on a networking site, someplace. Here's that message:

This is to clear up any confusion about myself (white) and the black Steve Bray. Madonna was definitely associated with TWO (2) different Steve Brays, myself, for one, and the black one, for another. For your information, I was not the one who worked on Like a Prayer, True Blue and Into the Groove. I also had nothing to do with the Breakfast Club. I hope you're happy I'm mentioning this. I DID work with Madonna, and contribute original music to some of her albums, but I almost hate to mention it or detail it. My contributions went into her 1st, 2nd and American Life albums, even if the credits don't reflect completely accurately. I know this may be hard for you to believe, but the American Life stuff is from about 30 years ago, although, true to her assurance to me back then, she withheld that stuff all those years (I think to prevent me from getting any career benefit or money from the stuff). I wanted her to release that music right away, but she refused. That's the kind of person Madonna has been towards me. Additionally, "Steve Bray" was never a legal name of mine, but in the 1970's, I told Madonna I wanted to use it. It came to mind when I was considering what pseudonym I might want to use. That's where part of the Madonna-and-I curse got under way. Madonna appears to have done nothing to clear me of anything.

I'm really sick and tired of the issue, and I wish it were possible for it to go away, but apparently I'm stuck with it. I don't plan to much emphasize that old stuff, from here on out.

If you were having issues with that black Bray stuff, I hope this has straightened you out, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on June 25, 2009.

Shall I bore you with a technical detail? I shall. I just renewed this website's domain name, for another year. This website is about to turn 4 years old, early next month. Wish it a happy birthday. By the way, my birthday is also next month, July. You'd better wish me a happy birthday too, while you're at it. My birthday is July 28. I'm about to turn 51. Ouch; I'm further into my 50's.

Can you guess where my next live appearance will be, Jen the Hen? Just like the commercial, which says "we can just go to Staples," you can just ask me where.

The above blog entry was made on June 21, 2009.

Oh, Jen! I felt cuckoo for Coco Puffs, this afternoon. I went to my bank, to make a small deposit. As I approached the little stand, to fill out a deposit slip, I was immediately filled with the view of a lady, the only one standing in line, for the next teller. She was fiddling with her boot. She had on brown, suede mid-calf boots. She was also wearing tan-colored hot-hot-pants. And, who did she resemble? YOU, Jen the Hen. Whew! She looked casually my way, as she was about to pass me, as I stood at the little stand, contemplating the bank form. She continued on by, without pausing. She had on very large-lensed, light, brownish-amber-lensed sunglasses, the kind that would seem typical for a star. If that was you, Jen the Hen, I wish you'd have at least said "hi" to me. If you're going to go to the bother to cross my path still, we ought to at least find ourselves a cozy diner table to talk at. We both know we shouldn't be playing mere cat-and-mouse. It's been a long time for us, a lot longer than many marriages in your neck of the woods. I wasn't confident she was you, so I didn't say anything to her. On reflection, I regret not having querried something like: "Jen?" What could it have hurt? [Expletives, expressive of disgust with myself, omitted here.] Next time. Hopefully, very very soon, my Jen.

The above blog entry was made on June 20, 2009.

First, I want to get this out: There is no such thing as "man-made climate change." Barack's mom ought to grab Barack's ear, pull him over to the stack of proofs, which refute "man-made climate change," and give him a severe spanking. There is NO excuse using the mythical "man-made climate change" as a basis for laws. Such laws HARM the environment.

Now, here's what I especially want to say, this time. I just read Raging Heart, by Sheila Wells. As you might recall, that book was advertised on tv, months after the O. J. Simpson murder case hit the tv. I don't know if you've read it, but I recommend reading it. It's got a lot of names and places of interest. It gives a lot of Orenthal Simpson's background, from childhood onward. I used his Orenthal name, because he doesn't like it. Orenthal was a bad boy type, in the Portrero Hill neighborhood of San Francisco. His background is so bad, he and some of his associates are withholding some information about his distant past. I've read three books on the events leading up to the killings, and all three clearly paint a picture of Orenthal's guilt. Here's the three I've read so far:

Nicole Brown Simpson - The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted - by Faye D. Resnick
Outrage - by Vincent Bugliosi
Raging Heart - by Sheila Wells

There are a lot of books about that story, some of which are so low-quality that I wouldn't be particularly interested in them. A case in point is the one co-written by three of the Simpson murder case jurors. That one is said to reflect their erroneous interpretations. If I ever do read it, it will be to take a look at their LIES. Mark Fuhrman wrote a book on the story, too, which I haven't read, but would like to. Bugliosi described how the defense improperly made Fuhrman out to be a bad guy. If you want to know what I think about it, I believe Fuhrman staged the racial issue, for the purpose of freeing Simpson. How did Simpson get so lucky? The defense team (of course) was trying to free Simpson, AS WELL AS the prosecution team, and even Fuhrman! That isn't what Bugliosi said, but I believe it. I don't think Bugliosi would admit it, even if he were to believe it, and I'm not at all sure he doesn't believe it.

The above blog entry was made on June 19, 2009.

I'm back. It's been six days since my last blog entry. I was busy.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

Every so often, I have a jaws-themed dream. This morning I had another. In this one, a large, maybe 100-foot yacht, with a steel hull, was on the water. Some man ended up in the water. Needless to say, a shark was in the water. At some point in time, the man was floating, with part of his head bitten off. I drew near, as a ghost, and psychically picked up the most excruciating pain, almost beyond imagination. The man was screaming underwater, for no one to hear. I got the impression that maybe he was screaming through his throat, without a mouth to scream through. Ouch.

The above blog entry was made on June 16, 2009.

First, the big news. CNN reports, today, that a rooster has just been evicted in Miami.

I just read another book. This one is Outrage, by Vincent Bugliosi, the former Manson prosecutor. This is the second book I've read about the killing of Simpson's ex-wife, Nicole, and her friend, Ron Goldman. This is definitely the book to read on that story. I already believed O. J. to be guilty of killing them with his own hands, but this book has filled me in on a vast array of details, evidence, to support the belief. As Bugliosi himself said in this book, Simpson "is guilty beyond ALL doubt." I expect to be contacting the parole board, each time Simpson is considered for parole, to urge them to make him serve every last minute of his sentence. Since they must KNOW he's really the person who slaughtered Nicole and Ron, they must take advantage of this opportunity to keep him in prison to the bitter end.

The book described a array of evidence, which the prosecution both didn't present in court, or didn't present effectively. As a matter of fact, I believe Marcia Clark to have deliberately lost the prosecution's case, against Simpson, on purpose. That isn't what Bugliosi concluded in this book, but I believe it.

One more note about Outrage. Bugliosi's writing style, in this book, is tedious, in the extreme. It has painfully long run-on sentences, that leave one feeling fatigued, after sitting down with it for hours, reading it. That was the reason I was glad to finally get to the end, which at page 513, is a considerable trek, to get there.

Here are some additional facts, from the Simpson trial. Bugliosi claims the majority of lawyers, in the U. S., to be incompetent. He also claims that the prosecution, in the Simpson double murder case, was about the worst in history, maybe the very worst. I personally believe that the prosecution team DELIBERATELY let Simpson off, by doing an absolutely incompetent job of prosecuting that case. Bugliosi highlighted the idea, however, that the jurors, even if they wanted to be fair (in the interest of delivering justice for two murders), they were never presented the evidence they needed to see and hear, to be able to believe, beyond a reasonable doubt, that Simpson killed Nicole and Ron. Simpson did kill Nicole and Ron, beyond ALL doubt. I think that only a very rare person (maybe no one) would be able to believe Simpson to be innocent, after reading Outrage. I believed in Simpson's guilt, even before reading the book.

The above blog entry was made on June 10, 2009.

I've mentioned this briefly, recently, but it's something that must be emphasized. A federal district court recently held the Second Amendment to not apply to the states. The matter has been submitted to the Supreme Court. What this reasoning (the denying the applicability to the states, of a constitutional amemdment ) does is, in effect, invalidate the entire Bill of Rights, by extention; that is, if the Supreme Court were to concede this ludicrous ruling by the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit. What we have in the U. S., even in the Supreme Court, is the application of politics, in making judicial decisions, rather than using the real law. The politicians, judges included, are acting like a vast network of associated kings and queens, instead of like the civil servants they're supposed to be. This is another case in point, which I now cite, of the U. S. being de facto sneak communism.

The above blog entry was made on June 7, 2009.

I just heard something, on Conan O'Brien, tonight. Even your feet are making you money, now that you're in a rock-n-roll project called Chickenfoot, Jen the Hen? Actually, that's a group with Sammy Hagar. I couldn't resist mentioning it, with a name like that.

The above blog entry was made on June 6, 2009.

How unfortunate. The Grand View Topless Coffee Shop, of Vassalboro, Maine, burnt to the ground, yesterday, Wednesday morning. It just opened this year. I didn't even have a chance to visit. Well, the good news is that the owner is about to reopen, maybe in a trailer, to start with. What spooks me about this is the coincidence of the recent burning to the ground of the Barker Ranch, in the Death Valley area, which was Charlie's final hiding place, before he was arrested, the last time. Not only that, I learned, a while back, that that is what had happened the the Meyers Ranch as well, just a fraction of a mile from Barker Ranch, but that was earlier. I'm not sure when that one burnt. Coincidentally, his associates were reputed to live there, in those desert abodes, in the nude, much of the time.

This just gave me an idea. I'll take the bar exam, to become a licensed lawyer, to give me access to the legal system. Then, I'll work for nude rights, something that has had far too little support in politics and the legal community. The crazy incumbents have wanted to equate nudity to sex crime (like politicians have been doing for a long long time). They also want to pretend exposure to nudity to be mind damaging, which is absolutely fradulent and politically motivated. They also (the system, or establishment) want to define anything and everything within the experience of children to be either rape or abuse, which is completely fraudulent and politically motivated. All of the "health scares" and the "discovery of new diseases" are health myths, invented to fraudulently reinforce/support the idea, of nude rights "having to be denied." It's all the backbone and foundation of oppression, which originated in ancient times. The idea always has been fraudulent, and it must be disbanded in favor of personal choice. There is no possible excuse for hanging onto old oppressive modes of public management. This mode of oppression gained steam during the dark ages, and it should have COMPLETELY dissolved along with the dark ages.

It was suggested on tv, recently, that Barack include his middle name, Hussein, when referring to himself. A notable Muslim, on the tv news today, wrote off Barack, for wearing the Jewish skullcap and praying a Jewish prayer.

Speaking of Barack, I strongly suspect the political popularity polls to be routinely staged, faked, to make it believable for whomever to be "elected." Barack comes from the dirty politics capital of the country, namely, Chicago, Illinois. There is no politics dirtier. One must conclude Barack to be an imposter, a fake president. His associates also bespeak to this conclusion.

As a case in point, a federal court, in Illinois, just ruled the federal Bill of Rights to not be binding within the states. Well, if the Bill of Rights were not binding in the states, where on earth is it binding? This ruling was within the context of a Second Amendment case. Could there be an example of politics being dirtier than this ruling? I really don't think so. This settles the matter, as far as the dirtiness of Illinois politics is concerned. I told you so, Jen the Hen. Does the Bill of Righs matter? I believe so. One may wonder if that was the reasoning, used in that ruling, that's been used all along, with all wilful disrespect of people's rights, in all legal matters, all along, in the U. S. That's unforgivable. That "federal judge" is obviously illegitimate. That ruling is an absolute proof of his illegitimacy.

The above blog entry was made on June 4, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

The above blog entry was made on June 2, 2009.

Cameron Diaz is the cover story of today's Parade magazine issue. Her views about herself remind me of you, Jen the Hen. She said it's better to move on, rather than stay in a relationship one is not happy in. You've done plenty of moving on yourself. The time you moved on, that I'm not happy about . . . Need I say more?

Read today's Madonna blog entry. In it, I tell about the two books I just read, about the 1973 and 1974, black-against-white, Zebra murders, of San Francisco. You don't want to help the ethnics destroy the white race, do you, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on May 31, 2009.

The other day, I saw you in a tv report, about a chicken who was turning down frosted doughnuts, but was pecking away at an "oldfashioned doughnut." Didn't your mother or father ever sit you down, and make you eat the frosted ones too, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on May 29, 2009.

To understand what's wrong with having Barack in the Whitehouse, you need to understand the purpose and history of the black muslim movement. Their "New Mecca" is Chicago, which is the heart of dirty liberal politics in the U. S. That's not a trivial distinction, Jen the Hen. If you want to really know what the black muslims, and all blacks, are doing, read Zebra, by Clark Howard. It was published in 1979, about five years after the zebra crimes, as they've been called. No white person can want a black in office, if he knows what the blacks, and especially the black muslims, are dedicated to. One hears of white supremacy, but one needs to know about the idea of "black supremacy," a term really in use. The blacks are FAR MORE RACIST than the whites, on the average. It's clear that the Klansmen are motivated to not have a black in office. Well, EVERY white person is in the same boat, regardless of the fact that most whites seem to be oblivious to this FACT. Ignorance of this matter is not protection from the blacks. Keep this in mind. Now I know that the ACLU is a criminal organization, dedicated to the cause of the black muslims, at the expense of ALL whites. This can't be overemphasized. This discussion is supplemented in today's Madonna blog entry. Don't miss it.

The above blog entry was made on May 27, 2009.

Before I tell you about the dream I had today, I want to comment on your pooch, Norman, Jen the Hen. Can I joke about him here? But, this is just a joke? Well, I want to say that if that miserable little monster ever received me poorly, I wouldn't necessarily be wishing him all the best, if you know what I mean. I just read a little article, in Parade magazine, about how you let Norman decide to give John Mayer the boot. But you've had no intention of inviting me to your Beverly Hills mansion, anyway? You obviously think worlds more of it than you think of me?

Now, about that dream. You can read what I said about it, in today's Madonna blog entry.

Also, in case you're wondering, yesterday's surprise video is defective, but the sound still works, so you can listen to the information in it.

The above blog entry was made on May 24, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

The above blog entry was made on May 23, 2009.

Well, I just read another book. This time, it was The Myth of Helter Skelter. Now, don't dismiss this one, just because the title may seem a little suspicious, in concept. This book, which is only accessible online (I think), has the best treatment of motive, for that particular true crime story, that I've ever read. If you're truly an aficionado of literature on that case, you don't want to miss this one. I suggest reading it, while it's still available. Not having been printed (I think), it could disappear forever, without warning. This one is good, too.

The above blog entry was made on May 22, 2009.

My last dream, before I rose from bed this morning, was interesting. It was a repeater, that I dreamt before. I was slowly advancing across the landscape, like a ghost, taking in the scenery of apple tree orchards, with hills in the distance, in historic Georgia, home of the CSA. I found myself then moving through a residential area, where there were also lots waiting for new homes to be built. The land was terraced, waiting for the construction to start. Then I found myself at an area with towers, which was thought to be a water supply facility of some sort. A black man there was trying to make off with water, it seemed, and was holding what looked like a cooler's small, sealed compressor unit. He was told he couldn't have it, nor the water. I then found myself next to one of those narrow towers, looking straight down, at broken glasses, which I believed had been my glasses. Then I was wondering if they were reading glasses or sunglasses or what kind. They looked like mine, for a moment.

The above blog entry was made on May 21, 2009.

I got out and voted "yes," on all six statewide measures, 1A through 1F. I even read the voters' guide, except for the actual text of the measures. I was so busy with my own matters, I found myself in a mad rush to read the stuff on election day. I probably would have read the stuff last night, but I attended a school play festival, which didn't leave me time. Already, it clearly appears that the only measure to win was the state officials' pay freeze. Woe be to them, if they can't operate in the black.

I don't think many of my readers were dying of curiosity about this, but I did a little sleuth work, to determine what model of car Johnny Schwartz's 1959 Ford was. For those of you who aren't skelter story aficionados, that was the well-know murder-mobile. [Drum roll, now.] It was a Galaxie. I've never seen or heard mention of the fact, but that's what it was. I'm not sure the car still exists, but that's what it was. If it still exists, I'd like to own it, but I doubt that'd happen. It'd be a crying shame, if someone were to send it to the junkman. It was a museum piece, and should be respected as such. For that matter, I'd like to have any or ALL of the vehicles from that story: Sharon's Ferrari, both Hinman's VW transporter (van) and his Fiat, the commercial truck (with the generator, that was at the Spahn Ranch), both the school buses, Squeaky's VW beetle, Steven Parent's Ambassador, Charlie's VW transporter, Charlie's command dune buggy and all their other dune buggies, the Hostess bread/Twinkie van, Charlie's motorcycle, the Michigan loader, the 4-wheel-drive International, and all the other vehicles. That's not nearly all of them. The list seems to go on and on. It'd be a vehicle collection to make Jay Leno envious. I'm not sure he hasn't already collected any of them.

Well, I just read Animal Farm, by George Orwell. I think that story was related, in Orwell's mind, to his other political novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four. I can see a common denominator moral, between the two stories. It is: Revolution is futile; revolt will get you in a worse spot. Unfortunately, there is all too much historical truth in that moral, so far.

The above blog entry was made on May 20, 2009.

Be sure to read the whole website, accessible by clicking on the Che Obama banner, directly under your banner, Jen the Hen. Obama's associations and background and political leanings are grounds for impeachment. Do people really support him, or did he and his henchmen throw the election? Do you know, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on May 18, 2009.

I'm thinking of writing a novel, as a follow-up to George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, which I just read. I'm thinking of calling it, Two-Thousand Nine - Socked in with Ussoc. In Orwell's book, he coined a word, "Ingsoc," to describe the government of "Oceania," which extended well beyond Britain. My term, "Ussoc," would compare to "Ingsoc," which stood for "English Socialism." Thus, "Ussoc" stands for "U. S. Socialism." I would also use my own term, "Amsoc," to stand for all varieties of "American Socialism." Within that scheme would be a full range of more local systems, like Mexsoc, Cansoc, Vensoc, Argsoc. I think you can guess which geographical regions I'm applying those to. My clear emphasis would be on Ussoc, though. That's the one I most want to delineate. Orwell died in the 1940's, so he's not around to object to my novel idea.

I recognized portions of Nineteen Eighty-Four from parochial school, either in the late 1960's or early 1970's. I don't remember which specific year. I tended to be a daydreamer, so I wasn't spellbound all through that class reading of the book. Daydreaming is good, though. It's underrated. The teacher also read Animal Farm to the class, which book I intend to read next. Maybe I'd end up reading all his books. I've got all of them, already.

By the way, some ideas in Nineteen Eighty-Four reminded me of Charlie's way of managing his own scene, when he was at Spahn Ranch. It takes all the related books one can get one's hands on, to get the full spectrum of Charlie's mind trips, of his heyday, unless maybe one lived it. Coincidentally, Charlie was just entering a boy's school (reform school), when Nineteen Eighty-Four was first published, in 1949. It was written in 1948, and Orwell made an anagram out of the last two digits, resulting in the title, which means "1984," of course.

The above blog entry was made on May 17, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

The above blog entry was made on May 16, 2009.

Did you hear? They're saying, on tv, that Madonna plans to marry Jesus. I object. He can't have her, because she's mine.

The above blog entry was made on May 15, 2009.

Lindsay Lohan has arrived in my special page, in a revealed condition. Don't miss it, Jen the Hen. This is good. I hope Lindsay is doing okay. I worry about her.

Oh! Did you just catch that ad, above, about the chicken waterer? Do they have those at those expensive nightlife places you hang out at, Jen the Hen? They'd be remiss, not to have one . . . considering?

The above blog entry was made on May 13, 2009.

There's a growing movement to allow you to live with people at home, Jen the Hen. Read about it here: C l u c k h e r e .

The above blog entry was made on May 12, 2009.

If and when I can afford another road trip, I hope to drive down to Cabo San Lucas, to look around. In particular, I plan to check out one of the Simpson hangouts, The Giggling Marlin. By the way, I don't know if you've been watching Keeping up with the Kardashians, which is a tv series on E!, on cable. I haven't. I keep finding that show on. The Kardashians were part of OJ's inner circle of friends, as told by Faye Resnick, in her book, the one I just mentioned here. I just noticed how many books were written about Nicole's and Ron's murder.

The above blog entry was made on May 11, 2009.

I picked up a copy of Ed Sander's first edition (E. P. Dutton) of The Family. It has the two Satanic chapters that didn't make the cut in his later edition of the book. Those two chapters are definitely important to the overall story.

I also finally read a book I bought years ago, but left it sitting. This one was Nicole Brown Simpson - The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted, by Faye D. Resnick, with Mike Walker. If you want to understand what led up to those two deaths, of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman, you definitely want to read this book. Faye swears that Nicole and Ron weren't lovers, at least up to that point in time.

The above blog entry was made on May 10, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

The politicians are continuing to undo constitution freedoms. Read what I said this time, in today's Madonna blog entry.

Barack is a blatant sneak communist. He recently said, on tv, that things are not as bad as they seem. What I have to say is, things are every bit as bad as they seem. It's not an illusion. He apparently is belittling the idea of eroding civil freedoms, by pretending it doesn't matter anyway. IT MATTERS!!! Barack's face is the current face of U. S., and world, sneak communism. When you think of George Orwell's 1984, imagine Barack's face, enlarged, on the cover. That's what Barack is about; oppression. I still haven't read that book, but I'm thinking, more than ever, that I ought to. I hate to compare to a book I've never read. I've read stacks of books, but not that one, yet.

The above blog entry was made on May 9, 2009.

You want the ultimate type insight on so-called "pandemics," Jen the Hen? Here is it. The flu doesn't kill people. The "deadliness" of the flu is a global myth, invented by the world prudery crime syndicate, also known as "the heath profession," and also known as "government," to force people, under constraints of "measures," to live in cleanroom type conditions, which violates the public's rights in choice of lifestyle. It's global prudery-based oppression, at its most heinous. The "doctors" administered poison to large numbers of "patients," during an earlier "pandemic," to create the illusion that "the flu killed them." They were trying to force the idea, on the people of the world, that "people can't be allowed freedom to interact in the way humans need to, outside of cleanroom conditions." The "medical people," and "government officials," ought to be executed, tortured to death, to stop their encroachments against freedom. All of the diseases are mostly myths, perpetrated by the dirty-politics goons, the "health care professionals" and "government officials." Current modern man is just as able to resist illness as prehistoric, caveman-era man was, and the caveman did just fine. Trouble on earth INCREASES, with government action; not the contrary. Government is the true form of crime. Government must be made to cease and desist; to disband.

The above blog entry was made on May 6, 2009.

I like the current tv news scoop on you, Jen the Hen. They said that you told Steve Zahn he could touch your butt, but he'd have to go afterwards. Gee, one of the times we were together, my lap touched your butt, but not my hand. I think we should get together, for some updating on that one. Uh, that name, "Zahn," in German means "tooth." Only one? Does he have all his teeth? I've got all of mine, so far. If I can't afford a dentist pretty soon, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to say that much longer. I'm the classic destitute artist. Am I starting to seem like a 1-800-DENTIST ad, by mentioning this dentist stuff, sometimes? I'd be very pleased to collect paychecks from them, if they'd care to pay me for this service. It's true, though. I've had a need for a dentist, for a long time, and I haven't had the money for an appointment.

The above blog entry was made on May 5, 2009.

Your career seems like it's flagging. You've been getting less mention on tv lately, Jen the Hen. No, that's not true? There have been a lot of chicken stories on tv, lately?

The above blog entry was made on May 3, 2009.

I've been so busy with political matters, lately, that I feel I need financial sponsorship. I have no idea where it'd come from, though. It's like I need to stand on orange crates, and start drumming up cause members and other support. Maybe I ought to rent out that place, on P street, in Sacramento, to use as a base of operations. I'd rather have a whole house to myself, really.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

I saw your boyfriend on the Ambien commercial again, today. He keeps getting your address wrong, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on May 2, 2009.

You know, Jen the Hen, I'm by far the most important political figure of the modern world. What's my latest insight, to bestow upon the world? Well, it goes like this. Modern governments are really the component parts of the world religion-state, which can be described as the enforced world religion of Hypochondriasis. Yep, the "diseases" they've been "discovering" have been myths. You name it: AIDS, arterial sclerosis, cancer, polio, and the health scares they've been attacking human rights with, such as the salmonella stuff, and now the swine flu. To the degree that there is even any real illness involved with any of this stuff, they are exploiting it to implement their world religion of Hypochondriasis. You know why they keep announcing "the dicovery of new diseases?" They are myths, installed and calculated to serve their hypochondriasis world order. It's extremely oppressive, totalitarian, violent, obnoxious and intolerable, and it must be stopped, now. The MYTH of free public nudity "being harmful to minors" is a violent, obnoxious myth, that's been exploited by the Hypochondriasis, crime-syndicate, de-facto-world-government system. There are no legitamate government officials in the world, but merely hypochondriacs, falsely personating authority. They are all guilty of the most heinous capital offense in the history of mankind. One of the earliest, founding religious factions of this system is Judaism, which established the practice of trimming healthy tissue, the foreskin, as if it were some kind of contamination to be disposed of. That was the initiation of the world religion-state of Hypochondriasis that has persisted to this day. Obviously, they've made a lot of inroads into obliterating human rights with their nonsense. They, EXCLUSIVELY, are the ones, the ONLY ones, truly guilty of any crime on earth. They are the ones who have driven people over the edge, to commit all the apparent crime in the world.

By the way, be sure to read Tuesday's entry, if you haven't already.

The above blog entry was made on April 30, 2009.

Read today's Madonna blog entry, here. It is very important. You must know about the political matter I discussed there. It's a rush, to read it, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on April 28, 2009.

I just completed the first 40 tenets, of my new document, Manifesto, to Describe the Universal, Intrinsic and Historic Nature of Government, which I'm considering making into a full-length book. As the title shows, it is about government, and politics. I believe and intend it to be more accurate than anything on government or politics, to date, including Mein Kampf and the Communist Manifesto. Since the world needs my guidance, I have a link here, to access this start of this possible future book of mine:
Manifesto, to Describe the Universal, Intrinsic and Historic Nature of Government.

Like I just told Madonna, in that blog, I just added 10 tenets to Manifesto, to Describe the Universal, Intrinsic and Historic Nature of Government. I'm not sure how many tenets I'm destined to write into that document. I'll see as I go along. Read it, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on April 26, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

Here's a real insight:

The existence of gun control laws, in a country, is an absolute incontrovertible PROOF that that country is NOT a real democracy. This is, in effect, a real PROOF that there is no such thing as a real democracy.

Politicians, in the U. S., are OBVIOUSLY blatant gangsters.

The above blog entry was made on April 25, 2009.

Know what the last book I read was? The Communist Manifesto. I'm not trying to sell communism, by mentioning this. I think that book is interesting, historically. I think it's worth reading, for the purpose of understanding how communism got started, what the idea is, so to speak, with current advocates of that stuff. After all, how can you argue with them, if you've never read their definitive book. It's not a bulky book. It doesn't take long to read. It can be downloaded. It's in the public domain, so I put a link to it, near the top of my sitemap page. I'd recommend reading the whole series of introductions, at the end of the book, which appeared in different years, in the past. For what it's worth, one of the most interesting, to me, remarks in the book was about the distinction between "communism" and "socialism." It said the basic difference is that socialism is more of a middle-class movement, whereas communism is more of a workers' class movement. I think it's interesting to compare what was said in this book, which was written so long ago, to the current economic influences, going on in the current world economic crisis. Some of the European protesters/activists seemed to be embracing the idea of communism. That was my impression, when I was watching the European news on tv, during the G20 activities.

The above blog entry was made on April 24, 2009.

I just sent off another emergency message to many politicians. Here's the message: United Soviet of America (USA) I'm somewhat tempted to move to the state capital, or to Washington D. C., to make access to the politicians cheaper.

The above blog entry was made on April 23, 2009.

I don't want to start thinking of this page as a political blog, but as you can see, it's taken on something of that nature. Here's a gem of a news story, about a scanadal involving California senator Diane Feinstein. There is an investigation, about her seemingly inappropriate handing of $25 billion to a government agency, seemingly as a kickback for that agency's awarding real estate foreclosures to her husband's real estate firm. Wow, that's big. The more comes out about Feinstein, the more obvious it seems that she's dishonest. I already totally wrote her off, even before this story. You can read more about it at this link [This hyperlink is slow, unfortunately. You can try right-clicking the link, selecting "copy shortcut," and pasting into the address bar of a new instance of your web browser.]: Feinstein-Gate.

An activist's job is never done, in the U. S. Here's an important item: Smart Guns Are Stupid

The above blog entry was made on April 22, 2009.

It's done. If you wanted to catch my live performance of my new song, Save the Earth, you'd have to wait for another (if there will be another one). The show was last night, in Hollywood, at the Sacred Fools Theatre.

Last night, I was pleased with the applause I received, for my new song, Save the Earth. They sounded like they really enjoyed me. That feels good. How gratifying that was. See, people like my music, Jen the Hen.

Here's today's surprise video. S U R P R I S E V I D E O

The above blog entry was made on April 21, 2009.

I'm performing at an Earth Day event, very soon. I hope my voice cooperates. How's the condition of the earth in your neighborhood? Are you doing any Earth Day events yourself, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on April 19, 2009.

I've been swamped, yesterday and today, with political actions to do. Here's how I really feel about something, which message I just sent to quite a few politicians. This is it.

The above blog entry was made on April 18, 2009.

I've been so busy, politically, it's been taking time I could have spent on my career interests. Here's an important message I just sent to many politicians. Click here, to read it.

I've got a live performance coming up very soon, Jen the Hen. Contact me, by phone or in person, if you want to know when and where.

The above blog entry was made on April 17, 2009.

I was just tipped off that there's some good news, to support my accurate claim that "global warming" is a MYTH. Here's an excerpt, from one of two very good articles I just found on this subject:

Years more growth in the Alaskan glaciers “might mark the beginning of another Little Ice Age,” notes the report.

The expansion of the glaciers follows a similar occurrence in the Arctic, which has undergone an ice cover growth twice the size of Germany in the past year, a gain of about thirteen percent following a colder than usual year.

Man-made global warming adherents have attempted to downplay such instances as aberrations that defy a wider warming trend, but in reality no global warming has been observed since at least 1999 or even 1995, as University of Finland professor Jarl R. Ahlbeck maintains.

See, I told you that "global warming" is a scam, to help such fraud promoters cancel the traditional American ways of life, ushering in unrealistic restrictions on lifestyles. Here's two pages to read about this, one of which I excerpted the above quote from:
It's global cooling time - article 1
It's global cooling time - article 2 Like I've said before, carbon has nothing to do with climate.

The above blog entry was made on April 16, 2009.

Yes, it's "yippee!" time again, for me. I just composed and wrote a new song, start to finish, called Save the Earth. Read about it in today's Madonna blog entry. This one is rock-n-roll. Why not? I may as well crank out a little classic-sounding rock sometimes. This new one took me a little under an hour, from start to finish, to compose/write it, from a little before midnight (4-14) to a little after midnight (4-15). It's all finished and ready for live performance or recording. Read more about it in today's Madonna blog entry.

I kind of hate to say it here, but I know what that Adenhart death was about. It was actually a murder/suicide. He had one of those stupid brainchilds, about plugging against drunk driving. His plan was to psychically communicate to the ball club, that he wanted into the big time, so that he'd send a more conspicuous message, when he had an "accident," making it look like driving and drinking can't go together. That's really stupid.

Oh, by the way, Chelsea handler, you don't need an "applause" sign, when you're naked, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you'd get plenty of applause from me. What's not to applaud?

The above blog entry was made on April 15, 2009.

Whew, Chelsea Handler is so hot. Look at her here. She's her own self-contained stimulus package. Coincidentally, I just heard the term, "stimulus package," spoken by John McCain, on tv, minutes ago, on the Jay Leno show. He's still talking on tv, as I type this. I hate to switch to a discussion of politics or politicians, when what I'm really interested in, at this moment, is this nude, of Chelsea Handler. I'll say this: I sure wish I had full nudes of her, with no censorship. Better yet, I wish she were naked with me right now. Really. Come on, Chelsea. I know you want me. I'm already in love with you [,Chelsea.]. She's hot. I always thought she was hot. This is a verification.

I was just working on my new music composition, Bond. Actually, I may change the title, since I haven't written the words yet, and this sound can go either of two ways:

1. Secret agent theme music, or
2. Sobbing Jew music

No offense intended, Chelsea, with my special genre idea, which I've nicknamed "Sobbing Jew." You've sounded Jewish to me. I came up with that genre name idea, from at least one other piece of music, the name of which I don't recall, at the moment. This sound could easily fit into that genre category, too.

I sent another volley of messages to politicians, yesterday and today. I haven't been posting my political messages, lately. I have been busy, though. I'm particularly worried that the politicians could be trying to harold in an era of universal pay-to-stay politics/policies, requiring prison/jail inmates to pay for their periods in the slammer. That invites dishonesty/corruption, giving them a financial incentive to harass people, among other things. It's totally wrong.

Do you remember that news, decades ago, of Sarah Jane Moore's assassination attempt on then-president Ford? Isn't that an interesting name coincidence? Kathleen Soliah took that first and middle name for her pseudonym, "Sarah Jane Olsen." Moore's assassination attempt mimicked Squeaky's, coming only 17 days after, and happened in California, too. Moore was sent to Alderson prison too, and escaped too, just like Squeaky. They were both recaptured, separately, both only hours after their respective escapes. So many similarities between these two cases. One difference, so far, is that Moore was finally released on parole, in 2007, and Squeaky is still locked up. Moore wasn't released until after Ford died.

The above blog entry was made on April 14, 2009.

Today finds me at another interesting point. First, I wanted to mention a recent dinner out, at my favorite Chinese restaurant. This place goes by the name of Mandarin Palace, but the sign on their façade says China Palace. Figure that one out. Well, in my opinion, they have the best Chinese food I've ever eaten. For example, I had their "sliced beef with spicy garlic sauce." That was phenomenal. All the food I've eaten there has been sensational, above average. I've grown to really enjoy the bamboo shoots in their food. I had a seemingly uncanny experience there, the last time, too. Their music system was playing that old recording of Dreamweaver, from the early 70's. I was sitting near one of the stereo speakers, but I couldn't hear the other one, so I didn't hear the guitar work in it. What seemed uncanny is, at the end of the song, there is a gong sounding, which sound stood out on that one sound channel. It was as if it were supernaturally in honor of my being there, in that Chinese restaurant.

The next thing I want to say is that I had a phenomenal music inspiration this morning. I found myself playing a new, of today, piece of music on my ukulele. This one is superb. To describe it, I'd say it has a secret-agent-music kind of mood and sound. I've decided to name it Bond, with the idea that it'd be perfect as a music score for a new James Bond movie. If the producers aren't interested in it, it'd be their loss. It's good enough to help the movie at the box office. How could they lose, by using it? I definitely require pay for its use. No freebees, ever. I think I may record a version of this one first, before recording any of my other new ones. I don't want to delay the production of a possible new Bond movie. That's a real reason.

Also, I got to the end of the latest book I was reading, about the Charlie story, the one called MANSON - THE UNHOLY TRAIL OF CHARLIE AND THE FAMILY. In truth, this book has some real strengths:

1. The author, John Gilmore, lived amongst the Charlie crowd, at Spahn Ranch, during that timeframe.
2. This book tells of people I haven't heard of elsewhere.
3. This book quotes a lot of people that were involved with that group. Many of such quotes are one or more paragraphs long.
4. Of all the books I've read on this story, and this is the seventh I've read about it, this book has easily the most information I've ever found on Bobby Beausoleil, and also on his life, before Charlie.

Speaking of the Charlie story, I want to make a comment about the book I read, before this one, called Squeaky - The Life and Times of Lynette Alice Fromme. There is one conspicuous lie in it, which I suspect the author put there for some kind of secret symbolic reason, or symbolic allusion, maybe. In a section before the first chapter, it was stated that Coors beer wasn't sold in California at that time, in September of 1975, that someone imported it into California. I assure you that, very definitely, Coors beer was sold in California, not only then, in 1975, but for years prior to that point in time. I can personally vouch for Coors beer sales in California, back then, from my personal, firsthand experience. I've lived in California all of my life; I would know. To support my personal knowledge of this fact, I state that I was heavily into recycling of empty beer cans and bottles. Back when I was doing this, in 1972, beer cans were paying 1/2 cent each, and I dont recall, at this moment, how much I was getting for Coors beer bottles. Coors bottles were dark brown in color then, like they've been in more recent years. Coors was the only brand of beer bottles I was turning in for cash.

The above blog entry was made on April 13, 2009.

The latest national income figures have just been printed, by Parade magazine. So, how much does a hen make in a year? As you've just demonstated, Jen the Hen, $27,000,000.00. How do I compete with that?

The above blog entry was made on April 12, 2009.

First, here's today's surprise video: S U R P R I S E V I D E O .

I have a few more notes here, about Thursday's events, such as the crash and the play. This detail may seem trivial, but I want to mention it. The leading lady, in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, wore all black for much of the play. That matches the fact that the lady in my dream, who was bending over while fetching something from above, was also wearing all black. That's kind of a Satanic symbol, the wearing of black. Now, compare that to the fact that those two names involved, "Andrew Thomas" and "Thomas Andrew," are anagrams of each other. Anagrams are also symbolic in Satanism. Now, must I conclude that the explosion of my steak, that day, was deviltry, rather than a divine revelation, about eating meat on a "holy day?" If so, it must not have been a complaint, unless that devil were Catholic. He approves, then? I hope so.

The above blog entry was made on April 11, 2009.

Please, make sure you take another look at yesterday's entry. My updates of it ran a little past midnight. Better late than never.

Here's some support of the idea that the two main political parties, democrats versus republicans, are two departments of the same political crime syndicate. Barack W. Bush

The above blog entry was made on April 10, 2009.

If I hadn't slept in today, later than I expected to, I wouldn't have had a particular dream. I dreamt I was in some building, a house apparently. It seems it was an upper-class get-together of some kind. A lady, in a short, black dress outfit, climbed up to an upper shelf, to fetch something down, maybe it was the wine. She bent forward up there, revealing her wide black thong. Then I found myself in a living room. I had a glass of chablis wine in my hand, and I saw a middle-aged butler-looking man there, facing me with a cordial look on his face. I continued out the back sliding door, while thinking I was there to pilfer that wine, I was holding. I rounded the building, and proceeded off, on the sidewalk to safety. Then some thoughts came to mind. First came the idea of Joe Namath being me, the man parting with the wine. Then came the idea of being Jett, John Travolta's late son, as that same man holding the glass of wine. So, that forms a symbolic trio; me, Joe Namath, and Jett Travolta, all representing that same character in the dream. As mismatched as it could seem (except for involving me, personally), this house looked like the one I'm living in now, in the living room, along the side alley, and at the front corner of the property near the sidewalk. I had this dream in the early afternoon. Jett's and Joe's faces seemed to bear some resemblance, in this dream. One of the interesting coincidences is that Namath was with the NY Jets, decades ago [Compare that to the name, "Jett."]. Another coincidence is that he was in a tv commercial, decades ago, wearing pantyhose [which reminds me of the lady bending over in the dream]. Here's that commercial: P A N T Y H O S E .

Coincidenally, there was a big fatal car collision in the city I live in, early this morning. I caught the story on the news, before going back to sleep. [I have more on this, below.]

I just had another interesting dream, earlier than the wine dream. Last night, I just starting reading another skelter book for the first time, MANSON - THE UNHOLY TRAIL OF CHARLIE AND THE FAMILY. The earlier edition of it was called The Garbage People. I'll comment on that later, when I get to the end of the book. I had a dream about being among this "family," of this story. I wish I could remember the details, but this dream sort of disappeared into the recesses of my mind, I found, upon waking. It wasn't the first dream I've dreamt of being with that crowd. I had at least one such dream, about being with them, many years ago.

About that car crash, earlier. At least three died in it, including Angels pitcher, Nick Adenhart. A tv news report said something about their being in, or near, local place called In Cahoots, which is a stone's throw from the intersection of that crash. I only ate there once, and that was before the place's name change. I don't recall what it used to be called, when I had dinner there with my mother. I was still in my 20's then, I believe. The place has been called In Cahoots for years, though. You can click this link, to read an LA Times article about this deadly crash, which happened barely over a mile from my place, in the same city. C A R C R A S H . [Important, read the next paragraph.]

Hang onto your chicken comb, Jen the Hen. This update on the car crash is amazing. First, the name of the crash suspect, Andrew Thomas Gallo, bears a curious similarity to the name of one of the acting teachers I was having issues with. His name starts, Thomas Andrew. Those are the same first and middle names, but switched in position. How's that for a possibly uncanny coincidence? Not only that, but this acting teacher's ghostly head appears in one of my ghost photos, which I took at Sharon Tate's former property, on Cielo Drive. You can find that photo in my Charlie's World web page here. Don't miss it. What does that mean, Jen the Hen? Are chickens the kind of psychics (psy - chicks) that can distinguish such details? Giuliana once told me that she was minoring in psychology. That would make her a psy-chick? She has seemed kind of psychic to me. You can't make this stuff up. I swear this is 100% the truth.

By the way, remember those two baby chicks, I was hoping to buy, at a store on a hill? One was pale yellow, and the other was black. The black chick, I was told, was the same kind of chicken, the black-and-white striped one, in this background photo. Also uncanny? Stranger things have happened?

Don't get your feathers in a bind. I've got still more. I can justify, with my Satanic-leaning philosophy, this item (I haven't considered myself Catholic in decades). This is a no-meat day, according to my mother, with regard to the Church and their rules. Upon finally rising for the day, from bed, I went into the kitchen for something to eat. I pulled a piece of leftover beefsteak from the refrigerator, and put it in the microwave, for only 60 seconds. That was enough. I had a ziplock bad covering it, but during that 60 seconds, I heard a loud pop. When the beeper told me it was done, I retrieved it, to find pieces of steak splattered all over the inside of the oven. Was that a divine message, about eating meat today, Jen the Hen? You don't know; chickens are vegetarian? I swear this is true. I wiped the bits of meat from the inside surfaces with a paper towel, and proceeded to eat my steak. What next? [Read on, to find out.]

How could, or did, a day like this finish? Well, I had purchased admission to a play, days ago, and I went. Unexpectedly, it was three hours long. Now you want to know what play. I saw Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. I don't want to spoil the play for those who haven't seen it. I'll say that it ended on a sad note, as a departure from the bulk of the play. That came as a surprise. Reconciliation through the pain of loss. I hope that's vague enough to not spoil the show. As a coincidence, there was one death in the story, and this play was in the same city as this morning's car crash deaths. I passed the makeshift memorial, on my way home. A camera on a tripod was set up there, with a man standing nearby.

Maybe these two coincidences seem like nothing, but I'd be remiss to not relate them here. There's a coincidence between this morning's exploding steak, and this play. There was some lines with the word "meat" in it. It was repeated several times, at which the other character complained about that being a disgusting expression, to stop it. If you must have another coincidence, there was a lot of drinking in this play, and today's crash was a DUI case. Hold on, still another coincidence. The first name of the director of this play is "Brey" (Brey Ann Barrett, to be more specific), which as you can tell is very similar to the name "Bray." How's that, to crown it all? Not bad, huh?

So, do you believe, by now, that my life is largely governed by the supernatural? The whole world is. That's not a matter of opinion, but a matter of fact, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on April 9, 2009.

It may not sound like much to you, but it's considerable, considering how busy I've been with various things. I'm talking about my having some songs ready to record. I just, finally, wrote the lyrics to one of my new songs, The Red Carpet. I had mysterious misgivings in my mind, but I could have easily set those aside, to write these lyrics sooner. Somehow, I waited till about an hour or two ago. I just finished by about midnight. Now I love both the music and the lyrics. They make the perfect combo for this theme. Enough said for now. Next, I record this. Then you can hear it for yourself.

Hmmm. I just noticed that the most visited page here, now, is my Charlie's World page. How do you like that? It weighs in, at this moment, at over nineteen-thousand on the counter. That was a surprise, when I just visited it, and noticed. Coincidentally, I was just reconsidering again, recently, about maybe putting my latest ghost photos there, from early August of 2008. I still haven't showed the world those. I'm still tempted to start charging for visits to that page, since I still haven't collected a dime from this website, in all the time of its operation.

The above blog entry was made on April 8, 2009.

I saw something else on tv, recently, involving chickens, but I wasn't paying attention, so I don't know what it was. It seems like I've created a tv chicken vogue. What do you think, Jen the Hen? This is just one example of my influence on tv and the world of show business.

In case you were wondering, lately I was spending some of my spare time reading another book. This book was Squeaky - The Life and Times of Lynette Alice Fromme. In case you're wondering (and I almost can't imagine that you wouldn't be), that last name is pronounced like "from me," as in the phrase "from me to you." I think you'd remember that name from the skelter story (Charlie M., etc.). Believe me, anyone who is an avid reader of stuff on that true story definitely would not want to omit this book from their skelter reading list. This book contains the most comprehensive information on post-skelter-conviction events, involving that circle of people. Not only that, but this book drops names, where the other earlier books left off. As an example, Angela Lansbury's daughter, Deidre Angela Shaw, was one of the young ladies who rode around in the back of Charlie's black school bus, during that timeframe. That's surely not the only name dropped in that book. That's another, independent reason to read this book. Do you need another reason? Here's another reason anyway: One of the main functions of this book is to document the story of the attempted assassination of former U. S. president, Gerald R. Ford. You do remember him, don't you? He's since died. Coincidentally, I didn't vote for Ford, in that particular election. I voted for Carter, who won that time, but not in his reelection bid, in which election I didn't even vote.

The above blog entry was made on April 7, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video. See it H E R E . The Soviets supported gun bans, too. After watching this video, do you think the Clintons are communist, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on April 4, 2009.

Did you see the news, on tv today, about the chicken hanging out at a Popeye's? Do you know it? Was it a cannibel wanting to eat there?

The above blog entry was made on April 3, 2009.

So, when's the baby due? They'd be starting the speculation or stories about your baby bump, before long. Are you tired of tabloid stories about baby bumps already?

Of course, some of the latest celeb breakups are about me. Come on, Reese and SJP and Madonna. If people can find the octomom, you three can find me.

The above blog entry was made on April 2, 2009.

What a surprise! In one of my email news updates, I saw speculation that YOU are pregnant, Jen the Hen! What am I to think? Maybe that's why, on tv recently, they said you said that it looks like you'll have to be a single mother (Don't bother to ask agent 86; he can't repeat that). I couldn't help but wonder what that was about. This news update seems to explain it. Well, I'd marry you in an instant, so you don't have to be a single mom. They also speculated that Brangelina just wed, in a secret marriage.

I just saw this obviously relevant ad, so I felt I needed to immortalize it here. This is it.

Quite literally, people who support Barack Obama, or who support Al Gore, ought to be executed, for helping him/them to destroy the quality of life in the U. S. and in the world. He/they are part of the crime syndicate, who are passing themselves off as politicians, who are installing and furthering global mythologies, such as "global warming." Nothing short of the death penalty is adequate to deal with the likes of them. It's like the world needs the Germans to rise again (in a third or fourth reich), to save the world from such frauds. The U. S. has installed its sneak communism, so that it appears to be illegal to even speak out strongly enough against such frauds and dirty politics. What is happening is that they are making it impossible for honest people to manage anything, because to be a manager, one would be expected to participate in such counterproductive mythologies and their "solutions." They must be stopped, and NOW. I'm willing to lead such Reich. Heil Mich!

The above blog entry was made on April 1, 2009.

Here's today's surprise video, H E R E .

The above blog entry was made on March 30, 2009.

On some tv show, Thursday, I think, I heard them saying something about chicken art, but I wasn't watching it, so I don't know what show it was, or what it was about.

The above blog entry was made on March 28, 2009.

I kind of hate to use this blog, so much, to give much-needed lessons in politics, but I must. People need me. People are all too clueless, without my guidance. Here's what I must say, at this point. The U. S. government, with Barack at its head, is itself a gargantuan ponzi scheme. Compare the definition of "ponzi scheme" with what's happening now in the U. S. "government." The politicians are in cahoots with big business, stealing gargantuan sums of money (for campaign kickbacks), and forking it over to them, and themselves. It's piracy on a most tremendous scale, the scale of U. S. government. I shouldn't need to fill in any more blanks, to explain this. Having said this, you should be able to comprehend this system yourself, on your own. The U. S. has ALWAYS been the true totalitarian state, which description American propaganda traditionally used to describe the former U. S. S. R. Wake up. If this U. S. corruption advances any further, you won't have any way to stop it. It could already be too late to be able to stop its horrendous inroads against personal freedoms.

The above blog entry was made on March 27, 2009.

I just sent Eric Holder, one of the new fed goons, a message. Be sure to read it H E R E, Jen the Hen. The government paychecks should all be coming to me, not the "politicians," since I'm the one defending freedom, not them.

The above blog entry was made on March 24, 2009.

Last night, I caught an episode of Seinfeld, in flipping tv channels. I didn't watch it, but it had a scene with both a stuffed chicken and a piece of chicken art. How many episodes of Seinfeld were you involved with, Jen the Hen?

One of my latest book ideas is to write my own book on American politics, with emphasis, of course, on my insights on what's wrong in American politics. Since about everything is wrong with American politics, I'd have plenty to write about.

I had a phenomenal dream, last night. I dreamt that the music I was experiencing was keyed to supernatural ghostly sounds. When I woke up, I had one of those eery fright feelings going through me. I had the haunting feeling of a Susan Atkins ghost being outside of my bedroom door. I was thinking that I shouldn't be afraid of her ghost, if it were real. I sat on my bed for a little while, until the feeling faded.

It did it. The Fullerton outdoor temperature got down into the 30's, to 39°F, this morning. I was waiting for weeks to see that again.This was on the heels of a rain storm the day before, here. There was frost on the roofs here, this morning.

The above blog entry was made on March 23, 2009.

Like I recently said, in my Madonna blog, there is no such thing as democracy. Politicians are liars, as amply illustrated in the following article. Be sure to read it H E R E.

Here's today's surprise video. To enjoy, click H E R E.

I just realized something. I was thinking of mentioning a dream I had, a long while back, but I didn't. It had Paris Hilton in it. I don't remember what month, nor what year, this dream was in. It was long before she did her jail time, but her trouble with the law was a news item at that time. In the dream, there was a woodsy place, with a trailer that was equipped, and serving as, a public restroom. I was in that restroom, to use it. In this dream, Paris was serving a sentence, in which she was assigned to clean this trailer restroom, in some out-of-the-way area. At some point in time, Paris appeared, to clean the restroom. Have you ever had a dream with Paris Hilton in it? What's especially interesting, coincidencewise, is that former reality show she and Nicole were doing. A portion of the show was at a cabin camp, in the woods. I watched very little of that show, and only a little of that episode series. Did Paris have a corresponding duty, at that camp? If I had mentioned this dream right away, it could have seemed that they got the idea from me. I did mention the Henry Fonda film, Sometimes a Great Notion, somewhere in one of these blogs, in the past. Another coincidence is the scene, in which Paris/Nicole sawed the desk in two, at that camp. Do you think they got the idea of watching that film from me, and got the idea for that scene from it? Fonda was the one who wielded the chainsaw in the film, and cut a desk in two. Coincidentally, I have a John Deere chainsaw, which I bought years ago at a swapmeet, but it's an electric one. I used it in a prior year, in removing the trunk of a tangerine tree, that used to be in the back yard.

The above blog entry was made on March 21, 2009.

FYI, the vernal equinox (start of Spring) occurs at 4:44am PDT, today. Simply put, there is 8 hours difference between UTC and PST, however, we are in PDT now, so there's 7 hours difference. Compare this to the equinox occurring at 11:44am UTC (subtract 7 hours). I always look that stuff up, so I pass on the information, here. If you want to be exceptionally above-average, in knowledge of time standards, read this page H E R E.

That erupting volcano, in the Pacific, is busy making another atoll. It doesn't look like it'll finish the job in anyone's lifetime, who's currently alive. It's got a long way to go.

The above blog entry was made on March 20, 2009.

More coincidences? Coming right up. Oh, by the way, I hope you check the previous days' entries for add-ons. This has been a busy blog, lately. Well, for starters, today's news contains a story about an oceanic volcanic eruption, about six miles from the South Pacific island of Tonga. This is a coincidence, by reason of my discussions of Palmyra Atoll (an atoll is a kind of volcanic island). Not only that, Palmyra is approximately on a straight line running between Hawaii to Tonga (actually, a straight line would run you hundreds of miles to the east of Palmyra). Now, for coincidence number two. You must know, by now, that actress Natasha Richardson recently died, after being removed from life support, after a seemingly minor fall, while skiing. Does this story remind you of the current GEICO commercial, in which a business executive stages a trust exercise, with the GEICO gecko, saying he's about to fall backwards for the gecko to catch him? Did he die of a brain bruise, too? They didn't show that part, in the GEICO commercial.

I just sent another fax to California Assemblyman Joel Anderson. He's acting like a Communist. Now I believe HE must be stopped. I'm not interested in him overthrowing freedom in the U. S. Read this latest message H E R E.

I'm so good at fixing up photos. I've got the best copy of the latest photo of Charlie you'd find anywhere. It's in my Charlie's World web page, just above the ghost photo shoots.

The above blog entry was made on March 19, 2009.

I was just amazed to hear about you saying something, reported on tv. They said it's over between you and John Mayer, and that he didn't want to let go. They also said that you said that it's not over between you and "Steve." I heard that there is a fellow actor you're associated with going by that name, either in a picture or in real life. I don't know the details, since I haven't looked that one up yet. I was busy reading up on some of Charlie's associates. Then I remembered that Sarah Jane Olson was just released from prison, so I looked up information on that, to confirm that she's really free again. Yeah, she's out, and moving back to Minnesota. Schwarzenegger didn't oppose her serving her parole out of state, so back to Minnesota she was reported to be headed. While I was at it, I read more historical stuff on that story. I've read two books on that story in the past, and I continue to be fascinated by it. There's only one of the former SLA members still in prison: James Kilgore. I don't think he's getting out for another three to six years. You know all those coincidences I'm always reporting? Well, I've got more, related to this story. Stretch your imagination, if you have to, to comprehend this. In 1975, James Kilgore was living in Daly City, California. That was the same year, 1975, I worked at a Gemco store, for a Mr. Daly (or Daley, however his name was spelt, its hard to remember exactly). Here's coincidence number two. There was a song going around in the 1960's called Puff the Magic Dragon, which mentioned a boy named Jackie Paper (I believe, though it's hard to remember 100% confidently that name). That song made a very strong impression on me back then, and I wasn't sure why. It struck me as so strongly sentimental. Well, the coincidence in that is that this James Kilgore, who absconded to Minnesota with Kathleen Soliah, aka Sarah Jane Olson, got a fake passport out of the country, years ago, under the fictitious name of "Charles William Paper." Hold on, there's more (coincidence number three). I just watched a CNN news report video of Prince Charles, who was in the Galapagos Islands, observing wildlife conservation efforts there. Notice the "Charles William" portion, just before "Paper." Obviously, Prince Charles' name is "Charles," and William is his son, but hold on, there's still more. Prince Charles, in this video, was reported to have immediately renamed a resident captive tortoise "William." All that in Kilgore's fake passport name. I swear this is all true. Look it all up if you want. I'm sure it's verifiable. Oh, by the way, I hope you really meant me, by "Steve." I should be so lucky?

While I'm on the subject of coincidences, here's more, related to the above. The name, "Sarah Jane Olson," is another name coincidence with the royal family. Compare to the former Duchess, Sarah Ferguson, and her sister, Jane Ferguson. There's the "Sarah (&) Jane" of "Sarah Jane" Olson. And, here's another coincidence. Sarah Jane Olson is my sister's age, and she has a brother named "Steve." "Steve," as you well know, is also my name. Enough of a coincidence for you, Jen the Hen? For what it's worth, that Steve was tried, but acquitted, of one of the SLA bank robberies. Ah, but there's still another coincidence, with the above. Today, I just watched two CNN news videos of a LIBRARY fire, in London. How's that for timing? London, of course, is the historical home of royal family members and governmental bodies and so on. Now, compare that with the "Paper" name coincidence, above. Libraries have traditionally been in the business of paper, as in literature. Has your chicken mind been blown yet, Jen the Hen? You're experiencing the chicken equivalent of a mental meltdown over this? Probably not, I guess. I don't think chickens are impressed so easily.

The above blog entry was made on March 18, 2009.

I've renamed my new song, the one that was inspired by Palmyra Atoll. The words were inspired by more than that island. Read about it in today's Madonna blog entry.

The above blog entry was made on March 15, 2009.

Read about the two new pieces of music that happened through me today, in today's Madonna blog entry. All these new works is putting me under more and more pressure to record at least single-instrument versions of this stuff, and soon. I can't imagine a need to put it off any longer. This feels especially urgent at this point. My ukulele sounds like a musical divining rod of a music god, at times. It has such distinctive overtones.

The above blog entry was made on March 13, 2009.

I just ate a fortune cookie, while about to go to bed. It said I have an excellent capacity to make people feel at home. I tend to agree with that. It didn't mention that people don't return the favor, by being nice to me in return.

It was in my Madonna blog, at while back, that I mentioned a lawsuit against me, by a firm calling itself Lourdes R. Slinsky, Mann Bracken LLC. They gobbled up the other law firm, that sued me a year ago, called Eskanos & Adler. Three law firms merged into the one above. Apparently the feds don't enforce the anti-trust laws at all, any more. This is in representation of Discover card, who I shall never open an account with again. Once a company sues me, that's it. No more of that. I think some finance companies like their clients to default, to give them the opportunity to rake them over the coals in court. I got a thick notice yesterday, announcing that they plan to proceed with their lawsuit, citing "exhibits," such as a notice they sent me in August, that they were going to sue me, if I didn't pay up. What I told the creditors, originally, was that I had no money to pay them, which was true, and still is true. How can I pay them, with no money? I'm an artist. All I can say is that they'd have to wait until some of my music starts to make me some money, unless the unlikely event, of someone donating money to me, happens.

The above blog entry was made on March 12, 2009.

I no sooner mentioned the celebs playing with me, by all the coincidences, and now here's another one. Do you know the name of the street the Octomom is about to move to? None other than Madonna Lane. Not only that, she won't be far from me, now. My place isn't very far from there. This is another example of my being the symbolic center of the world. Do you think a celeb helped her dad with the money? Maybe he landed a publishing deal that lucrative from all of that?

What's not perfect about your relationship with John Mayer? You have discerning taste in roosters? Only the best for Jen the Hen? It's that he's not me?

The above blog entry was made on March 11, 2009.

You don't want to miss today's entry in my Madonna blog. I described another theatrical effect I put into my new To E! or Not to E!.

I saw you in the tabloid tv news today, but I wasn't paying attention to the story. I was busy.

Did you see the "Steven Spear" ad above, about Chasing the Rabbit? A rabbit dying means pregnancy. What a name combo. Is that supposed to mean that I'm trying to impregnate Britney Spears? I admit that unfortunately, I've never been to bed with Ms. Britney. I also admit that I'm not likely to turn her down. I've got a copy here. Maybe you want to check it out? Surely they can't complain about extra traffic to their ad? Here it is:

I can't click on the ad, myself, because it's against Google rules. Come to think of it, grooms do take on the last name of the female, in the Mexican tradition. OMG, I just thought of something else. Brit did marry in Mexico. Remember? It was said that a judge annulled it. That was during that suspenseful period, when she was up to her neck in crocodiles. The Soup, on E!, just did a spoof on Britney's Circus tour, tonight (March 7th). This must be an uncanny set of circumstances, too? Like I've said so many times before, I'm the symbolic center of the whole world. This is another case in point. It only takes one "Spear (singular)?" That's close enough, for symbolic purposes. For that matter, Brit and I are both single, at this point in time.

There was an interesting segment on Julia Roberts, on tv tonight (March 7). In it, she said it makes her feel weird to kiss a guy who's not her boyfriend. Does that remind you of anything yet? How about the Brazilian background music I've had going for a long time? Notice, in particular, that line about "we kissed." She's jumping onto the bandwagon too, of putting coincidences on tv, that seem like they could be allusions to me and this website? That's fine with me. The more the merrier. I like that, a lot, really. What can I say as a follow-up? If she weren't married, maybe: If she were my girlfriend for real, that'd cover it, so she wouldn't have that problem (I hope). I just thought of another coincidence. Her current husband was a cameraman when they met, and I just went through a lot of stuff, replacing my old camera with two better ones, which I was writing about here.

Time for another surprise video:
Surprise video

The above blog entry was made on March 8, 2009.

As I just said in today's Madonna blog entry, my new song is called To E! or Not to E!.

The above blog entry was made on March 7, 2009.

I just found the ultimate source of information on the matter of the start and stop times of daylight saving time. I've included the link below, to visit it. It says that daylight saving time always starts at 2:00am, on the second Sunday of March, and always ends at 2:00am, on the first Sunday of November. Visit here:
National Institute of Standards and Technology

The above blog entry was made on March 6, 2009.

I just faxed a complaint to California Assemblyman Joel Anderson, to tell him to knock off the CENSORSHIP of internet mapping. Freedom should never be cancelled, as a "safety hazard." Censorship ENDANGERS people, not the reverse. Read this fax here:
My Fax to Joel Anderson

The above blog entry was made on March 5, 2009.

How sad. I finally found a local store that sells baby chickens. After laboring over the decision in the store for 45 minutes, I decided to talk to my mother about it first. Sure enough, she rejected the idea. I already had two chicks picked out. It was heartbreaking to see them put back into the pen at the store. This seems like an odd coincidence, compared to the fact that I saw a tv story, today, about you seeing an OB-GYN specialist recently. I didn't plan this timing. Did you, Jen the Hen?

Here's another coincidence. I was just mentioning Cat Stevens' brother, David Gordon, and there's been that story about Chris Brown. Well today, in my tv news update by email, there was a mention of British Prime Minister Gordon Brown. That has both names combined. Uncanny? Maybe. Speaking of coincidences, notice the sign, part of which is covered up with another sign, leaving "CAT" legible (which appears to be the first three letters of the name, "CATHERINE"). I think that's an old photo. Do you think that combination, in this photo, was an intentional allusion to Cat Stevens' brother, whose name is "Gordon?" You can click on this photo, to go to an article which is critical of PM Gordon Brown.

The above blog entry was made on March 4, 2009.

Well, E! has some new music. They just don't know it, yet. I just wrote a piece about them, their whole network of shows, in general. What do you think? Read more about it in today's Madonna blog entry.

The above blog entry was made on March 3, 2009.

E! just ran a story about you nibbling a dog biscuit. They said you had to, after making some kind of mistake. I didn't listen to all the story. I barely heard any of it.

You ought to read what I just wrote in today's Madonna blog entry. I would have wrote that here, but it was related to stuff I recently wrote in my Madonna blog, about the film, Harold and Maude.

The above blog entry was made on March 2, 2009.

You know that Walter Moore tv campaign spot you're in, which I mentioned recently? I've got a link to it right here.
Jen the Hen, Plugging Walter Moore for Mayor of Los Angeles

Check out today's Madonna blog entry. You would have gone to the movie house to see Harold and Maude, but you were only 2 years old then, Jen the Hen? Actually, 2 years old is adult, for a chicken.

The above blog entry was made on February 28, 2009.

I sure hope you're up-to-date on yesterday's blog entry. I kept adding to it. Speaking of which, I just experienced another, probably uncanny, experience today. I found myself tuned to Chicago's WGN tv, on which there was an episode of Becker. It was the first time I've ever watched Becker, which went off the air in 2004. It starred Ted Danson, as Dr. Becker. It was a sitcom. You wouldn't expect Ted Danson in anything serious, after starring in Cheers. By now maybe you're wondering why I'm mentioning this. Well, there were two coincidences. First, it was directed by a guy named Andy Ackerman. Remember the name, Ackerman (Ed Ackerman), from yesterday's blog entry, about the Alltel commercial? Ed was the guy behind the wheel in that trash truck. How many Ackermans could there be on tv? Coincidence number two is that that particular episode, the only one I've watched, made reference to a dog named Fluffy. The coincidence in that is that Alltel did a commercial with a dog named Fluffy. Click here to watch it:
Alltel Commercial Featuring Fluffy the Dog.
Was this combination planned? You think Alltel got ideas like this by watching Becker and maybe other tv shows? It's something to think about.

The above blog entry was made on February 27, 2009.

There's no end to computer system maintenance. I just completed hours of it (on Wednesday). I'm happy that it looks like I finally fixed the problem that turned up recently. I had to go at it again today, because my internet connection wouldn't work. As you can see, I got it working again.

My mother has The Singing Nun on tv, right now. That's an old film that I saw with my family, at the movie theater, in 1966. It stars Debbie Reynolds, as Sister Ann, the singing nun. Ricardo Montalban, who died recently, looks younger in that film than I've seen him anywhere else.

I'm glad to see you in a political campaign spot on tv, for Walter Moore, who's running for mayor of Los Angeles, against incumbent Villaraigosa. He didn't have you say much. He has this to say to you:
Click here for Walter Moore's urgent message.

You know that amusing tv commercial for Alltel, which I haven't seen in maybe a week; the one where the guy in the big white garbage truck picks up a van, filled with people, with his truck forks, and rants about how his cell phone bill is too high? It's like the police are trying to talk him out of it, by bullhorn, and near the end, it looks like he's going to trash the people anyway. I found that one amusing. He sounded like a New Yorker, and the look on his face near the end was amusing, too. Well, I probably won't see that commercial again, unless someone has posted it to YouTube. The reason is that Alltel has recently merged with Verizon. Now there's Verizon, and no Alltel. What a shame. Maybe that commercial could end up in a commercial hall of fame.

Here's an update on that Alltel commercial, with the garbage truck. I've got good news: You don't have to stop watching it. I've got it in large format, but unfortunately, too many frames were cut out, and the one shot of his face near the end is gone as a result. You can watch it here (what frames survived the horrendous editing):
Alltel's Worldclass Commercial with the Garbage Truck.

By the way, that guy in the garbage truck is Ed Ackerman, and he ain't goin' to stop trashing people over high wireless rates, because Verizon gobbled up Alltel.

Here's a further note about this Alltel commercial. I've noticed that the same frames don't always show up. It appears to depend upon YouTube server demand, which frames you see during a given viewing. That's a poor quality way to deliver a video. All frames should arrive, not a series of jerky stills.

The above blog entry was made on February 26, 2009.

You'll never guess what. Try. I'm waiting . . . one-thousad one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three (counting of seconds). Got a guess ready? Okay. Here's what. A relative of mine, in my extended family, just won an Oscar, at the 81st Academy Awards. Can you guess who? I'll give you a few more seconds . . . one-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three. Ready? Who'd you guess? Well, here's the correct answer: Dustin Lance Black. I'd have no idea he's in my family, if my mother didn't tell me, Sunday. I was going to mention this here sooner, but I've been very very busy, as usual. I haven't watched Milk, which screenplay won him his Oscar, but it's about the late Harvey Milk, who died about 30 years ago, who was openly gay. Black is openly gay, too. Many of his stories involve the gay scene. I haven't seen any of them. In case you're wondering, Black is the stepson of the son of my first cousin, who is the daughter of my late father's late oldest brother (my uncle, and oldest of the siblings). Coincidentally, this uncle's of mine name was "Leo," and Leo is my astrological sign. That must be a supernatural coincidence too? It seems that only the supernatural influences my life. I wish good influences would start improving my life.

Here's the latest surprise video:
Latest Surprise Video.

If I weren't so busy, I was going to ask you to take me over to New Orleans, for the Mardi Gras, so I could see Jillian barbarian's . . . uh, Barberie's, no, uh . . . Reynold's tits, when she earn's her bead necklace by flashing her tits. Man, this is urgent. I ought to ask the bitch . . . uh, Madonna. It may be too late already.

The above blog entry was made on February 24, 2009.

I just experienced another distraction from my serious work today, but it was welcome. I saw Moulin Rouge beginning on tv, and it held my attention to the end. I had no idea the plot was so serious. I definitely wouldn't call it a comedy. If I had known what it was like, I would have watched it sooner. I definitely identified with the poet. The Duke remided me of a guy who was in many of my acting classes (the scoundrel). As for Nicole Kidman, with her red hair and her juxtapostion to "the Duke," she reminded me of Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess, who parted company with the real Duke. Speaking of her reminding me of someone, she also reminds me of a redhead, who was also in one of my acting classes, whose first name is Sarah, and goes by a middle name of Ashley. One of the coincidences in that is that Kidman's latest released film has her in the role of a Lady Sarah Ashley. Now I can say I've seen Nicole Kidman in something. She won awards for it, but not an Oscar. I love the music of Moulin Rouge, with which the film begins and ends. It's called Nature Boy, and it's phenomenal. I was so moved by the movie, I'm wondering when I'll feel like I've come down off of it. Probably as soon as I resume work on my new music, The Red Carpet. Believe it or not, it's still a work in progress. You can compare it to the way some classical composers, of centuries ago, worked long hours, day after day, to try to bring their piece to perfection. That's what it's been like for me with it.

I couldn't let it rest. I had to know the name of the recurring music in Moulin Rouge, and I found it. It's called Nature Boy, and it dates back to 1947, by Eden Ahbez. The song was a hit for Nat King Cole, in 1948. Eden Ahbez was said to be influential in the hippie movement. Listen to:
Nature Boy, by David Bowie, here.

The above blog entry was made on February 21, 2009.

I just felt another twinge of "maybe I should cancel this blog." I know this blog's worthwhile. One can ignore the fact that it's directed to you, and appreciate it for what it has to offer. People are bone-headed, so I can tend to feel an occasional apprehension about this blog. If you ask me, a person would have to be really thick, to not comprehend the good qualities of this page. Enough said for now.

Don't miss the divine message chair mat thing, in yesterday's entry. It's cash-in-advance only, no COD's, Jen the Hen. This chair mat is serious merchadise. I'm sitting on it right now.

Today's Naked News, free segments version, has a good, nude, gym workout in it. Hurry, it's only on today, and you don't want to miss it.

I watched all the CNN news videos for today. They were less resistible than usual, like the dolphins getting stuck in ice, in the sea.

Are you for sale through Yahoo!, Jen the Hen? Did you see the Google ad today?

The above blog entry was made on February 19, 2009.

Besides being photographic documentation that I need a new chair mat (which I can't afford), there is an interesting picture formed in that broken-away portion. I clearly see Long Island (as evidenced by the unmistakable outline of its east end). I also see a pig, with snout and ears perked up, and a great white shark, in a curled posture, as it leaps through the air, in the direction of that pig. That pig would want to get out of there quick. One figure is still unclear to me. There seems to be a Turkish-fez-shaped hat on the great white shark, or is that its dorsal fin? Maybe that's a splash of water coming off its back. I prefer the splash-of-water interpretation. This is clearly another divine message, like the grilled cheese sandwich with the face of Jesus on it. If anyone wants to buy this chair mat, with its divine message, I need at least enough money to cover the price of two new chair mats, which I badly need.

The above blog entry was made on February 18, 2009.

I just heard that the street, in front of the red carpet event, is closed until sometime after the awards.

I think I may be able to pick up a solitary baby chicken in person. I won't, unless it's cheap. It cheeps; that's close enough? A little bird like that could probably eat me out of house and home, on my budget. I should go through with it?

The above blog entry was made on February 16, 2009.

I just gave an update on my new music, The Red Carpet, in today's Madonna blog entry. Don't miss it.

I just saw an excerpt from one of Brad's movies, in which he asks soldiers to bring him back a hundred Nazi scalps. The problem with that idea is that the Nazi's were more honest than the Americans. That's a real fact of life, Jen the Hen.

I just checked on the baby chicken thing again, thinking that maybe I'd pick one up, by ordering one online. I even found them for about 80¢ each, but there's a minimum order quantity of 25. So that means it'd cost me a minumum of about $20.00. An even bigger problem is that I can't justify having 25 chickens at home. I'd have to make arrangements to get rid of all but one or two of them. This is definitely the season to buy the chicks. If one waits till past about March, it'd be too late. They're seasonal.

Remember that McCain Google ad, that was showing up a while back? In it, it looked like McCain was whistling. Did that remind you of the Brazilian music that's been in the background? I kept wanting to mention that. You think McCain posed for that, thinking the ad would end up here?

I also wanted to mention that one of the star broads, on the red carpet, mentioned that she was wearing a $30.00 Ebay dress, instead of a high-fashion label one. Do you think my mention of my new Ebay star achievement award was at the heart of that? See, the a-listers have kept paying attention to me. When am I going to start receiving paychecks? That's something I need.

Here's a surprise video. Click here to see this.

The above blog entry was made on February 15, 2009.

This new album project of mine is getting more exciting all the time. Read what I just said about it in today's Madonna blog entry. You don't want to miss it, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 13, 2009.

How do you like Vince Vaughn getting engaged? It looks like it really is too late for you two now. You're not worried about that, are you, Jen the Hen? He's just not that into chickens?

The above blog entry was made on February 12, 2009.

Check out today's Madonna blog entry for a look at my two stars. You must know which ones.

Oh, by the way, a very happy 40th birthday to you, Jennifer. You thought I wasn't going to get your birthday right? I did.

The above blog entry was made on February 11, 2009.

I did it! I performed my new music composition, The Red Carpet, live in front of an audience at the Sacred Fools Theatre, in Hollywood. They're the first people to hear it, except for myself and my mother, who must have overheard it. I made myself go through with it. I'm so glad. I never got into the habit of performing music before a live audience, so this was a landmark event for me. As a matter of fact, I signed myself up in the number one spot, as the first performance of the night. I wanted to get it out of the way, so I could relax and take in the other performances. It was like a showbiz potluck, of sorts. Everyone brought in their own thing to do, without telling anyone in advance what it was going to be. I didn't even know myself that I was going to do my new number, The Red Carpet, until the last minute. I was struggling with the idea of which piece of music to do. Then, about the day before showtime, it finally dawned on me that I wanted to do this one. I feel like I need to record at least a uke-only version of it, to put into the playlist here, so everyone can hear it. I'll have more to say about it later. One more thing. I was still refining this music, and finalized the current form, only the day before I just performed it live. How's that for late-breaking new music? It can't get much more recent than that.

I just got another email notification of the latest U. S. grant opportunities, and I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw this item:

HHS
Department of Health and Human Services
Health Resources & Services Administration
Social and Behavioral Interventions to Increase Organ and Tissue Donation
Modification 2

Is that what the description reminds me of? If so, it must be more evidence that the Obama administration is wacko.

The above blog entry was made on February 10, 2009.

I'm sitting here thinking I should make a quick recording of one of my new music compositions. Maybe it'd be good luck to record a quick version of it and post it here, before the 8:00pm Grammy Awards [Corrected; I originally put "4:00pm.]? I'm not convinced it'd be good luck, but maybe I should do it. I give all music industry people warning that they'd better not even think about stealing credit for any of my new music compositions.

The above blog entry was made on February 8, 2009.

I may can that lost-chicken theme music idea. I don't really need it.

Read what I just wrote in today's Madonna blog entry. Classical music happens sometimes in me.

It was a proud event today, my hanging my eBay star achievement award on the wall. I bought a glass plate frame for it (at a bargain price, of course). It's the kind of frame that looks like it could have cost a lot more than I paid for it. I earned that eBay star. I'm already part way to earning the next echelon star. Unless I do a lot of sales, it's probably not going to arrive this year.

This morning, before I arose for the day, I dreamt I was being held in some kind of political prison, for being Jewish. I was told, by some seemingly noninmate man, that in order to be released, I had to believe myself to be Christian. Just before the dream ended, an attractive female guard told me "it's on 10th (street)," but I didn't know what she was talking about. The comment excited me, because it reminded me of the possibility that I might soon be a free man, on that street, or any other street. Do you know what that feeling of excitement is like? It's real excitement, of a very special kind. It's an almost-beyond-one's-wildest-dreams kind of excitement. If you had to prepare for that feeling, for a role, do you think you could tap into the exact feeling? I sure felt it in that dream. My real life, up to this point, is almost as bad as being locked up in that kind of political prison.

I just corrected the website earnings I reported here the other day. That 9¢ was so far this month. This website really made 37¢ last month. In buying power, 37¢ isn't a lot more than 9¢, of course. When's my financial rut going to end? I wish I knew.

The above blog entry was made on February 7, 2009.

I'm thinking of playing the new chicken themed piece of music, I came up with, live. I may explain that this is a slide uke blues piece, of sorts, about the loss of my favorite chicken, Jen the Hen. I'm thinking of naming it Where'd My Chicken Get to?, except it sounds too serious for that. Maybe I should create something much stupider sounding to represent that theme? Playing with a slide can potentially make any piece sound a bit odd, to put it simply. Yeah, this one is too serious for that theme. I guess I'll have to do something deliberately silly sounding. Chickens are silly?

The above blog entry was made on February 5, 2009.

I just saw you on tv, saying in a quizzical tone, "A chick?" Well, if you're not a chick, what are you, Jen the Hen? You don't look like a guy to me. You must have been hinting at my Jen the Hen remarks, here. That's great, but why don't you just mention me and my website on camera, in acknowledgment of it all? You can't stand for me to get any long-overdue recognition? I'm sure you can stand it. Give it a try.

Know what this website pulled in last month? It grossed 37¢. That's not a typo. My website only pulled in US $0.37 for January of 2009. Is my wages or salary supposed to be covered by that measly 37¢? This website has only pulled in 9¢ so far this month. [I corrected the above figure; I mistakenly said that this website made only 9¢ last month, but that 9¢ was for this month.]

The above blog entry was made on February 4, 2009.

Tonight, on tv, they just said something about the idea of you telling someone you love him. I'll add to that. I'm not sure Jen the Hen would tell anyone she loves him, because she's not just a hen, she's cocky with everyone.

Now, my latest tv commercial. No one can use it unless they pay me.

[The camera moves in on Jen the Hen, standing on a table at Norm's, pecking about aimlessly. A small crowd is standing around, debating whether or not Jen the Hen has cardboard or good edible fiber. The same man, from the Fiber One commercial, is in the expert advice role, on camera. He goes by the designation, F. O. man. On a bell; quiet on the set.]

man: Naw, chickens ain't got no fiber. Chicken is mushy.

F. O. man: Actually, if you eat Jen the Hen whole, feathers and all, she's got about half a day's worth of fiber.

Lady: You're telling me Jen the Hen is loaded with cardboard?

F. O. man: Oh, no. Of course not. Cardboard, no. Delicious, yes.

[The patron man takes Jen the Hen by surprise, grabbing its leg. Both he and the lady sit down to eat Jen the Hen. The camera pans out and fades, just after he has Jen the Hen's head aimed towards his open mouth, ready to take the first bite. The screen blacks out, except for a Denny's sign.]

narrator: Stop going to Norm's. Seriously . . . it's time.

And that's not all. I conceived of another tv commercial, while I was just having dinner at Norm's, tonight. I made the mistake of choosing Norm's, as if I hadn't learned my lesson already, about Norm's "food."

[Same cast as above (a man and a lady as Norm's customers, and the Fiber One expert advice guy, from the Fiber One commercials. The man and lady are debating about whether or not Norm's food has cardboard or good fiber. The lady and man are sitting together, at the same table.]

lady: Yuck! Norm's "food" tastes awful. I'm sure it has cardboard for fiber.

man: Yeah, it sure tastes that bad, and it's tough as cardboard, or maybe leather.

[The Fiber One man just arrived, just in time to overhear the above lines. The man suddenly looks at the F. O. man, and points at him, as he says his next line.]

man: Oh . . . I get it. Norm's food "is delicious and doesn't have any cardboard in it.

[The camera shifts for a close up of F. O. man's face. He is grimmacing, as he thinks about this discussion, and what he's going to say next. He really is honest, so he isn't going to lie to them about Norm's food, even if he does work for Norm's.]

F. O. man: Hmmm . . . actually, Norm's meals have about half a day's worth of cardboard in each one. If I hadn't left that grocery store for Norm's, I wouldn't be in this spot of having to explain this one.

lady: Ahhhh! You mean I have to eat TWO Norm's meals to get a whole day's worth of cardboard?

F. O. man: I'm afraid so.

[On hearing this, the lady keels over, onto her side, on the bench seat.

man: No way. I can't get down even one. We're leaving.

[The man tries to revive the lady by pushing on her, but it's no use. He'll have to wait till she comes to. The camera catches a closeup of F. O. man's face, goes back to the man staring down at the lady, then pans out and fades into the image of a Denny's sign.]

narrator: Don't make the same mistake these two made. Go to Denny's, instead.

These two commercials remind me of one I wrote months ago, but haven't posted it here. I really hope to get paid for that one, but I haven't submitted it to Denny's. I should.

You know, I bet you all have stopped using the shortcut widget to the start of the blog. You wouldn't want to miss the latest chicken-related ads, would you? I sure wouldn't want to miss them. How could one not be curious about those. Did you see the ad, above, for the chicken catapulter? You don't think anyone would use it to catapult you, do you, Jen the Hen? That'd be awful.

The above blog entry was made on February 3, 2009.

How did three days pass since the last blog entry?

It's Groundhog day. Celebrate, and do it with me. Do chickens get along with groundhogs?

By the way, I just heard, the other day, that your relationship with John Mayer is off again. The title, He's Just Not That into You, reminds me of a thing or two. That must be a follow-up to that perhaps facetious comment I made to you here, a while back, about maybe I'd start acting like I don't care that you seem to be ignoring me, because after all, "who cares." See, if it weren't for that, this new movie wouldn't even be a twinkle in a producer's or writer's eye, and you wouldn't be doing it. You have me to thank, at least for that movie. Be sure sure to thank me in person, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 2, 2009.

I'd love to do the following "skit" for a GOP tv spot:

[The camera moves in closer to the man on the phone.]

man: What?! What do you mean, "when am I going to be all cleared out?!" "What does my mother think of me? My father? How much were government offices going for?" Listen, you've got me all wrong. I'm only going to tell you this one time, so listen up: I'm a BLOGGER, not BLAGO. Got that?

[The man hangs up with a loud jangle (old phone).]

Speaking of Chicago, I just experienced a couple of epiphanies. You were IN Chicago? Since you were Brad's last chick, you were "a chick ago," hence you ARE Chicago, Jen the Hen. In conclusion, not only are you Chicago, I've also just proved that Chicago is a chicken.

I expect to do a one-night live performance on my uke, early in February, in LA. Now I have to decide whether I'm going to do one of my new pieces, or a different one. I'm loving it.

The above blog entry was made on January 30, 2009.

I just wrote a new song tonight (Jan. 28th), and it's about you, Jen the Hen. It's done in slide ukulele, so it sounds like it's at home on the farm or chicken ranch. I hope you like it. I wasn't even planning it. It was a spontaneous inspiration in me, and that's what resulted; a new piece of music.

I just saw a tv report that said you lost your head. It was about a Church's Chicken car having its chicken head stolen. Now it only has the tail in place. You need to pull yourself together. It's not the end of the world.

The above blog entry was made on January 29, 2009.

Should I say it? Well, I forgot what it was, anyway. But it reminded me of the fact that chicken is like diet food. I seem to lose weight faster substituting chicken for beef.

I want to know something. Is it possible for me to resume making a living, or am I perpetually doomed to being unemployed? Do you know? I haven't even been looking for the kind of work I used to do (manual labor), because not only am I not willing, I'm not able to do much lifting. Maybe I should start acting as my own agent, and try to get gigs here and there. I'm still afraid of someone stealing my new stuff, so that consideration acts as a complication with the idea. My alternative is to play other people's music. That way I wouldn't be risking such a ripoff. Maybe I should just go for it anyway, and right away.

The above blog entry was made on January 28, 2009.

Your E! True Hollywood Story was on again, on Monday night. I watched it again.

Did you read my mention of the band, Counting Crows, in yesterday's Madonna blog entry? I was just thinking, what if I had a band named Counting Chickens? Uh . . . I need to take a quick count . . . uh . . . Oh my! I seem to be minus one chicken. How did it get away? Where did you get to, Jen the Hen? That's frustrating. You can't buy chickens year round, you know. Chicks are mostly a Spring item.

The above blog entry was made on January 26, 2009.

Phenomenal. I was playing on my uke earlier, then I felt tired, and lay down for a short while. Then I got up, and an E! True Hollywood Story, on Sheryl Crow, was just starting. I watched it, and immediately became engrossed in it. I made myself watch it all the way to the end. Somewhere along the line, they mentioned that you and Courtney Cox are good friends with her, and I was thinking, "Oh, really? That's phenomenal." I've met both you and Courtney. Maybe I'll have the chance of meeting Sheryl too, sometime. The one of hers that I like, which jumpstarted her career, was All I Want to Do. I was hearing it, years ago, and I was immediately liking it. It has the kind of sound that does something for me. There's a lot of music out there that I don't enjoy, but that one I like.

The above blog entry was made on January 25, 2009.

I was going to label this link to a video as "surprise link," thinking that's the only way to get most of you to see the video, but decided to be more specific. NRA Minute Video

I found a plastic statuette of a chicken today, but decided not to buy it. Its comb was slightly chipped, and it was used, and I was too low on cash to want to buy it.

Now that you've watched the Grassroots Minute Video, Click this link, to the latest NRA Grassroots newsletter (on-site). NRA Grassroots newsletter

The above blog entry was made on January 24, 2009.

Click to see the large format version of this picture.

You knew I had to be doing something, since the last entry here. I was working with purchase things and camera things. I just received my Konica Minolta Dimage Z3 camera today. It's a great little camera. I already installed my new 1GB SD card into it, just now. It's a micro-SD card, with an adapter to make it fit into a standard SD slot. It works, of course. Now I've got two great cameras, the Olympus SP-320 and this one. I'm thinking I ought to put one of them up for sale right away, since I'm so broke. In this picture, I zoomed in till I couldn't any more, and still have all three statuettes fully in view. You should see the picture I snapped, of my poinsettia, with my Olympus. It looks impressively like a publicity photo, to advertise their camera. It looks awsome. Visit today's Madonna blog entry to see it, too. Don't miss it.

By the way, notice in this photo is that fish that swallowed my business card. This photo also contains those three angel statuettes, I got for Christmas of 2007. Remember those? Finally, here is a look at them.

The above blog entry was made on January 21, 2009.

I've long toyed with the idea of taking up surfing and snorkling and scuba diving. If I get the "best job in the world," it'd be my opportunity to finally go through with this stuff. The job is that way. I could continue to compose and write music at night, while at that six-month job, in Queensland, Australia. You think I'm a better pick, in terms of publicity, than someone totally unknown to the public? I think I am. At least, I deserve to be. I've earned the right to a good public image. It's about time that image finally showed up, for me.

Did you see the context ad, at the top of the page, this time? It proclaims "the naked truth about keeping chickens at home." Did you click on over, to find out what it says, Jen the Hen? You're not going to stop keeping yourself at home, no matter what it says? I don't blame you for that. I think I heard something else about chickens, on tv recently, but I wasn't listening, so I don't know what it was. Have you been noticing more mentions of chickens on tv, lately? I sure have.

The above blog entry was made on January 16, 2009.

I just saw a tv commercial, I wasn't paying attention to, for a tv show called something like "Today LA." I couldn't find it in an internet search, just now. Well, they had the sound of a rooster crowing in the background. That's a hint that it may be a morning show. Know the one I'm talking about? There's that chicken theme, again. How do you like that? See, I've caused chickens to be happening high art, on tv. You have me to thank for that, Jen the Hen. Have you been following any of these chicken ad links, on this page? I can't. It's against Google Adsense rules for the owner of the page to follow those ad links. If there's anything there worthwhile, let me know. I may still be buying a chicken, come Spring. No, I'm not planning to eat it. I want it as a pet. I hope to take it for walks. I almost burst a blood vessel in my head, laughing at that one, just now.

The above blog entry was made on January 15, 2009.

Think I'm going to say something about chickens this time? Uh . . . I did have something cross my mind earlier. Uh . . . maybe it'll come to mind later.

How do you like that story that broke Tuesday, about Australia intending to hire someone to live on an island for six months. They want him to live it up, including snorkling. They want him to be a good swimmer. It's for a tourism publicity campaign, since they want to perk up their traffic. I'm very willing to be the one. I'd practice my swimming through start date, sometime in May, for that $100,000 salary, for the six months. That's what it pays. I could use it, as you know. You can put in a word for me. I really want that job, a lot. Really. If I were to buy an underwater camera bag, for one of my cameras, I'd be able to take underwater photos, while snorkling. That'd be great. You never know what fish you'll meet underwater. I guess I wouldn't run into you, since chickens don't hang out at the sea. Darn.

The above blog entry was made on January 14, 2009.

Well, do you recognize this new music? I was mentioning it here, months ago. It was in a tv commercial, months ago, which didn't do it justice. Its 70th birthday is this year. It was recorded by Ary Barroso, in 1939. It became the national anthem of Brazil. That's a clue as to how much it's liked in Brazil. It's name is Aquarela Do Brasil, which means "watercolor of Brazil." I remastered it, and here it is.

The above blog entry was made on January 13, 2009.

You ought to read what I just wrote in today's Madonna blog entry. I just put together a new piece of music that I'm planning to call The Red Carpet, after red carpet events, in general. That forms another pun, "after red carpet." This new one isn't in time for the Golden Globes, which was Saturday. I'm not sure they'd ever use this new sound for any red carpet events, but I'm hoping they would. It'd be perfect.

I've been seeing you on tv, in a commercial, Jen the Hen. I recognized you. You're the chicken lamp, in the EdenPure Gen[the Hen]3 commercial. I wish I were getting such high-paying jobs. That chicken lamp is a real heating system, but you already know you're hot. I'm not telling you anything.

The above blog entry was made on January 12, 2009.

Got a Canon F30 multifunction printer, Jen the Hen? I do. My realtor friend, Ralph, gave it to me. I've got technical advice, for anyone who has one, or plans to buy one, or has to set one up (install one). It's crucial information, for anyone that installs that model. My techno blog is getting busy, lately. Maybe I'll pay more attention to it (make more entries), now.

The above blog entry was made on January 11, 2009.

Tonight was another new song night. It's seems odd how with most of these latest songs, I didn't have a clear idea that I was going to make a new one happen that very night, but then, all of a sudden, there it was . . . and another . . . and another. I'm starting to feel obligated, to myself, to keep cranking out new ones, at a rate approaching one per night. I can do it. Why not? Since it's easy for me, I'd be depriving myself to not let myself accomplish what I'm capable of. How's that for an idea of how things are going for me, now?

The above blog entry was made on January 10, 2009.

I just made another entry into my techno blog. It is more on the topic of overfull temporary internet folders, and what symptom that had on Internet Explorer, this time. If you EVER find Internet Explorer not working the way you're accustomed to, definitely give this information a thought. Chances are this is all you need to do to fix the problem. Speaking of Windows, you Vista users take note. Microsoft just admitted that Vista has deficiencies, and recommended using their new operating system, called "Windows 7." I hate to plug Microsoft software, but this was just in the tv news yesterday or today. I've never even used Vista, let along Windows 7, myself.

The above blog entry was made on January 9, 2009.

I gave birth to another work of music, a short while ago. I feel like I'm the most fecund growing field of quality music in the world. Do you believe me? I am.

The above blog entry was made on January 7, 2009.

I've got yet another new song in the works. You can read about it in today's Madonna blog entry. This newest one is as good as that first recent one, which I created on Christmas. Do you think the ukulele makes all music sound Hawaiian? That's an idea I'm pondering, lately.

The above blog entry was made on January 6, 2009.

I just caught an episode of Friends on tv. It was the one in which you bet your apartment, against the guys having to get rid of their rooster. You lost. You remember. You didn't really move, did you? That would have changed the look of the show. What was the problem? Was the rooster coming on to you? How could it not flip for you? Chickens sure get on tv a lot. What tv show are you shooting now?

Did you see the weather report on Fairbanks, Alaska, today? They showed, on tv, the Fred Meyers sign, with a temperature display of 62 degrees below zero, on it. There's no sign of global warming in that shot. Fairbanks isn't even as cold as Barrow, Alaska. I don't believe the report, in a documentary, in which a guy said he can work outside, in -55°, in only a t-shirt. No mortal could do that. Only a ghost could survive that. He was either a ghost, or a liar. I'm sure of it. It can be interpreted as more "global warming" hype. "Global warming" is a gargantuan hoax.

The above blog entry was made on January 5, 2009.

Fortunately, camera buys have kept getting better, since the digital camera age. I've been doing my homework, tracking down the best buys. I'm now looking at professional quality cameras. I wish I had time for other things Friday, but I was shopping for my next camera.

The above blog entry was made on January 3, 2009.

Happy New Year, Jen the Hen, even though you don't deserve it, since you're partying with John Maher, instead of me.

Have you noticed that chicken and chicken coup ads are now appearing on this page? Do you feel honored by that? My writing about your being a chicken is putting that kind of ad here automatically. I didn't choose those ads. Those are relevant, though. True.

Are you reading the latest Madonna blog entries, here? I've been doing a lot of new music composing. The count is up to three, since Christmas. I've set myself a minumum goal of 12, to fill a new CD. This is an exciting time for me.

The above blog entry was made on January 1, 2009.