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Unjoying Colorado Springs since 1993.Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.comBlogger541125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-77928722285411003392021-03-29T19:29:00.004-06:002021-03-29T19:29:53.928-06:00Covid Vaccine Experience<div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9daXV7qaVkUz_OOJO9QAcsHLR4zKYx95iVhMlrINp8ckD27g3Ecrg53ChOht2FxWy4I6h77HGvgZLytf_Nnn360Qu6Nx86HhPqO68gnlZPMYCH2MwhMGvuiA9xzy9al_OWrIz0jX1bsQ//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="396" data-original-width="720" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9daXV7qaVkUz_OOJO9QAcsHLR4zKYx95iVhMlrINp8ckD27g3Ecrg53ChOht2FxWy4I6h77HGvgZLytf_Nnn360Qu6Nx86HhPqO68gnlZPMYCH2MwhMGvuiA9xzy9al_OWrIz0jX1bsQ/w640-h352/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for your shot!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> Well, the world shut down due to the Covid Virus, prolonged by the "not me" disbelievers who refuse to stay home so that the government has to mandate self-protection. As for myself, I embrace Captain Kirk's response for a special </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YROjjuPycjA" style="font-size: xx-large;" target="_blank">Darwin Award</a><span style="font-size: xx-large;">. </span></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">My experience went a little differently and I'd like to let you see..</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6AKrfRsuiRHkcS7bPUugPZYvtrKkjY8fdK5n7Oy0Og0Hc1_LzMYd9CLWyS9TMm8WfTCweanfdZbmYbqM4Fn3IlN9OdY9x_vatQPOBAIvowAZtI7SsfK5sQSQDxxjhpNpMOUVxjP_7YM//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="484" data-original-width="700" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6AKrfRsuiRHkcS7bPUugPZYvtrKkjY8fdK5n7Oy0Og0Hc1_LzMYd9CLWyS9TMm8WfTCweanfdZbmYbqM4Fn3IlN9OdY9x_vatQPOBAIvowAZtI7SsfK5sQSQDxxjhpNpMOUVxjP_7YM/w640-h442/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Park in Rear</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I went to the King Soopers website but I think I spelled it wrong, though despite that, I was able to make an appointment for my vaccination shot. Oddly, there were a lot of pop-ups and I had to enter my back account information and credit cards (at least 3 of them) and was warned not to use them or look at the balance for 7 weeks. My appointment was the next day.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFrwJfagxg3NZGISggHsuM1SMbiJ9FcTvSv9oi0gPgZ6a3xNJM_wMExbVYvHhjWWVCoYkizDKLkWbLU-smiTSi3F0KmNSlSapN8yf_AWHPZGtIZKkw0K2MtvB_Cwu81c47J9H-nFvlGg//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1360" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFrwJfagxg3NZGISggHsuM1SMbiJ9FcTvSv9oi0gPgZ6a3xNJM_wMExbVYvHhjWWVCoYkizDKLkWbLU-smiTSi3F0KmNSlSapN8yf_AWHPZGtIZKkw0K2MtvB_Cwu81c47J9H-nFvlGg/w640-h236/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hackerman</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">I walked in to a King Soopers as instructed and went to the Pharmacy section.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytFWW0M94frBtQzmZ_draVLf4S5q7n9E7iEPTX23xPTIJuhU1cYCLnU5gs7Fun1mfSeuBAl9IxzftbRjfPb6eIyz4d1HCPsHUQImsL57uPHgodwSuxhK7baFcepQz6wwt9rTXkOWRWAo//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="569" data-original-width="1024" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytFWW0M94frBtQzmZ_draVLf4S5q7n9E7iEPTX23xPTIJuhU1cYCLnU5gs7Fun1mfSeuBAl9IxzftbRjfPb6eIyz4d1HCPsHUQImsL57uPHgodwSuxhK7baFcepQz6wwt9rTXkOWRWAo/w640-h356/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to my Pharmacy</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"Sir, we don't have you on our list."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"... I scheduled online."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Sir, I don't show you here" (flipping through pages)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">".. well there must be some mistake?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM_uNvKJtPgopvnYSte6K1pTYdrWnReambJC-pa7RisdacVaucICXkad-JLU6uEOlYh2yURC67d8ZqHnhszK8qlKs6JRM2cRm82AO4joIozZ59-Xjhv0VmZkFCWf_I0dyJziNrLiYKkw//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="404" data-original-width="857" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM_uNvKJtPgopvnYSte6K1pTYdrWnReambJC-pa7RisdacVaucICXkad-JLU6uEOlYh2yURC67d8ZqHnhszK8qlKs6JRM2cRm82AO4joIozZ59-Xjhv0VmZkFCWf_I0dyJziNrLiYKkw/w640-h302/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's right there on the computer!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">I really hate it when people can't handle computers. "It's on </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">LINE</i><span style="font-size: xx-large;">" I explained.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfqDANQjspF3I582fnclybmx78MNnsNXDoiaEDoNwUqg5RBS76gmZbYXCv9uw1mh4CtFcXGoSGviuDbKxaPNgOyixrxXBh3PP7_lE0Uoa0s1U20sc084VecyH8hYqC4LV6R05xiKJQbY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfqDANQjspF3I582fnclybmx78MNnsNXDoiaEDoNwUqg5RBS76gmZbYXCv9uw1mh4CtFcXGoSGviuDbKxaPNgOyixrxXBh3PP7_lE0Uoa0s1U20sc084VecyH8hYqC4LV6R05xiKJQbY/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know what you want. You can't get that here, stepbrother!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Suddenly I was grabbed by my right arm, "Sir, I got you on this one."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOh7qf2MBJhrd9od7ZTicDcz2AovTm4lnTy2nft7eBg0clk1mUTUJzjRp6nh-Gg_kH2Mj4pcyUmrgsK4DtJlwYhVP-T46gcTLTy5AfFSYhGmvfxgze6EbAIPRc4UxaXTDNVkpNdIN5BQ//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="617" data-original-width="1000" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOh7qf2MBJhrd9od7ZTicDcz2AovTm4lnTy2nft7eBg0clk1mUTUJzjRp6nh-Gg_kH2Mj4pcyUmrgsK4DtJlwYhVP-T46gcTLTy5AfFSYhGmvfxgze6EbAIPRc4UxaXTDNVkpNdIN5BQ/w640-h394/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come with me if you want to die.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">There was a guy who was dressed in jeans and a laboratory coat and a 1920's headband circular mirror who smelled a little off and the girl pharmacist seemed confused.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJW7I0XbWwWCFbcE-CMf2RORZaAyz1L0mrlDcJnzczuHAqe5nx8vnpFj5ckpTB3y35A76YqJFFk1Q5glIIVpxYD2_ADe5CrMM7IDm0IZWCfHN0PGRh4PlymvmdIPR0OFXjGlyOeRg-zo//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1434" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJW7I0XbWwWCFbcE-CMf2RORZaAyz1L0mrlDcJnzczuHAqe5nx8vnpFj5ckpTB3y35A76YqJFFk1Q5glIIVpxYD2_ADe5CrMM7IDm0IZWCfHN0PGRh4PlymvmdIPR0OFXjGlyOeRg-zo/w448-h640/image.png" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yep. I'm a doctor. Check out me outfit.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"See?" I explained. "I knew I'd be on the list."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Right this <i>way</i>, sir!" he said. Quite the charming chap.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I looked back and she seemed confused and a bit worried and tried to say something but I knew I was in good hands. I noticed my doctor had sandals on and no socks as he shoved me hurriedly along.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZ7RlYMFrkv-o1AAj0sWvXGSLna4AuQ7hTr1FmYIH_STeFG-Y7Pw4kIKfefLBZvbMnNqMBSgjFa8xKDk0wwZUccxZ1El6CGC3f64mHpmWHr3-YoHUIybV12EQbxdg1RMC03aSaDt7gu4//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1100" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZ7RlYMFrkv-o1AAj0sWvXGSLna4AuQ7hTr1FmYIH_STeFG-Y7Pw4kIKfefLBZvbMnNqMBSgjFa8xKDk0wwZUccxZ1El6CGC3f64mHpmWHr3-YoHUIybV12EQbxdg1RMC03aSaDt7gu4/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where are you going, sir?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">We made it to a door near the dairy section and it looked like a break-room for the King Soopers faculty. No one else was there.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe0qIf5QbYqNF3nEUW45bZx35-hXEMMdYMmc015EufRqCqW_qUgarlQZbWM3RjeFWiKFx1BVqG6rEqIHir0RIJnogdLuH4sFEzGiu641W-a2BozeZWS6Fzlf9X8yXeFr_9RGVCN3U0NQ//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="562" data-original-width="1000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe0qIf5QbYqNF3nEUW45bZx35-hXEMMdYMmc015EufRqCqW_qUgarlQZbWM3RjeFWiKFx1BVqG6rEqIHir0RIJnogdLuH4sFEzGiu641W-a2BozeZWS6Fzlf9X8yXeFr_9RGVCN3U0NQ/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Make sure you clock-out for your 30 minute break!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">He handed me a paper that had me check off a few things like "Mother's Maiden Name", address, social security, etc. Bank username and password. The usual. After I filled out everything we went to another door that had Covid Pharmacy hand-written on the door on a piece of paper. We went in and it looked more like a janitor's closet than a vaccination center. It was small, maybe 10 x 4 feet with 2 stools and he sat me down back to the wall facing him and the door and he closed it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK860oUnCYYHMNz0_7zztzc5U1WX67LFi1XC5QRCnFGK6ZMbzXyVr_PGmWuFrvhgu5aMiPjMC5RyIaMiGBRoyzP6ZOQYkc9q5V9SCLBTiI6BbVw-bj7daQcmnGm2QyBxi9gu54pTXEwCY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK860oUnCYYHMNz0_7zztzc5U1WX67LFi1XC5QRCnFGK6ZMbzXyVr_PGmWuFrvhgu5aMiPjMC5RyIaMiGBRoyzP6ZOQYkc9q5V9SCLBTiI6BbVw-bj7daQcmnGm2QyBxi9gu54pTXEwCY/w480-h640/image.png" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to the doctor's office.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"We are getting </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">so many </i><span style="font-size: xx-large;">appointments right now we have to move things back here." he explained while taking out a large brown bottle.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfD3PHDDOqqaxcpN4VQhsvfAblFJSR7q1He9muTETZLEM8-zuXp4QOu9uk_HcJnTxEvg_X2tcw98d7OM-B2aMbG7NWAw1knLteICB-13aL9zoo9Q_Skreqvc-AEymzDXLXl4pgmmHVMI/s500/SXkFwvh.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="500" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfD3PHDDOqqaxcpN4VQhsvfAblFJSR7q1He9muTETZLEM8-zuXp4QOu9uk_HcJnTxEvg_X2tcw98d7OM-B2aMbG7NWAw1knLteICB-13aL9zoo9Q_Skreqvc-AEymzDXLXl4pgmmHVMI/w640-h346/SXkFwvh.gif" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's vaccine time, me bucko.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Is that the vaccine?" I asked.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"It's an anesthetic before the shot." He grabbed some Clorox bleach and opened it and then poured-in about a 1/3rd of a bottle of rubbing alcohol and shook it up and took a white rag and soaked it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"We have to see if you have Covid already or not. Can you smell this?" He held the rag up to my face and I took a big sniff.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGmtffgDrggGQR2vd8chZ73AayIyNB0qc6wiLuuQrHDramBFCIyrsB5Ortoby7yHVAej23bhLhx2laWuwEpgrNLlf4hKcZkHUHJTttNiA0ppGQINNobJWiqttJSz71iwnmlASRitLCR8//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1020" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGmtffgDrggGQR2vd8chZ73AayIyNB0qc6wiLuuQrHDramBFCIyrsB5Ortoby7yHVAej23bhLhx2laWuwEpgrNLlf4hKcZkHUHJTttNiA0ppGQINNobJWiqttJSz71iwnmlASRitLCR8/w640-h376/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shhh.. only dreams now.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Sort of sweet and medicine-y." I stated. "Guess I don't have Covid!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Congratulations you sonofabitch."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Wait, what?" He got up close to me and squeezed my boobies very very hard and I blacked-out while throwing-up.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_fAB1Frwz8g36SGGT5sCiq6SOe_Xotj6ridz8MMBBCdoYpX0uftJ7RSrXEu7YmO4kb_BjNDFDCGjLF9TX417HO1OsfsfLsQnLVHBqn7LlaxXWO5X9e8-1SO4D62SFLLcQTuCXAdOlIw//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="381" data-original-width="640" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_fAB1Frwz8g36SGGT5sCiq6SOe_Xotj6ridz8MMBBCdoYpX0uftJ7RSrXEu7YmO4kb_BjNDFDCGjLF9TX417HO1OsfsfLsQnLVHBqn7LlaxXWO5X9e8-1SO4D62SFLLcQTuCXAdOlIw/w640-h382/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You like that? No? Too bad.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">I woke up with a headache and it was hard to breathe. I couldn't move and noticed I was wearing different clothes. Leather shorts and suspenders and a white shirt. There was a mirror in front of me and I could see myself dressed up like a German Mountaineer with lederhosen like in Oktoberfest with the hat and the little booties. Seems I was tied to a chair of sorts. I had red lips which tasted odd like lipstick.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeuYSU0H3zusLF3Kvd3vpe_c4GvrfCs3cEqh3PsEfC8ijTdDfKvLTDn8QQJdFpY0B8B_iK46icIKwd1zMlV5mfNUPDOY33ij_FFai7qTIm3arb-ks7fLef16KUoUZ2psICvGq34Sz220//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="384" data-original-width="512" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeuYSU0H3zusLF3Kvd3vpe_c4GvrfCs3cEqh3PsEfC8ijTdDfKvLTDn8QQJdFpY0B8B_iK46icIKwd1zMlV5mfNUPDOY33ij_FFai7qTIm3arb-ks7fLef16KUoUZ2psICvGq34Sz220/w640-h480/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drink-up, little step-bear. (Brazzers)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"What? What's happening?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">My doctor rushed into the room that looked a lot like an examination room at a doctor's office with the examination table missing and just the chair in its place, so it seemed official with cabinets and what-not. He was dressed differently and more professional, which was a relief. He kept lunging towards me however while opening Maple Nut Goodies package and shoved 5 or 6 of them in my mouth and then duct-taped my mouth shut. This was very strange and it made it harder to breathe. I could taste the maple sweets a lot.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjT7-E-AXXV8I0Oo3pwnTu7af70m6I0bauGJn9qq_kyEecpOeZgYZu48tQJOuW4daeWwAvt0-bCVUZ_d9zyoYfO2t709vSam95dRtXXDrp0lID4L0c0KUF-9i_wG4WXJ41-6Q5vaARSck//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="529" data-original-width="458" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjT7-E-AXXV8I0Oo3pwnTu7af70m6I0bauGJn9qq_kyEecpOeZgYZu48tQJOuW4daeWwAvt0-bCVUZ_d9zyoYfO2t709vSam95dRtXXDrp0lID4L0c0KUF-9i_wG4WXJ41-6Q5vaARSck/w555-h640/image.png" width="555" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eat for extra energy.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"You had an </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">episode</i><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> and I had to get you some new clothes and this is all we had. We also had to tie you to the chair so you wouldn't hurt yourself. The candy is because we determined you had low blood sugar."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThu0shGSxUut1XMVzE3bc1FWeHEJFRnLzam9Frm5VcXYX9yFxn8EdurbltjV9eUz5qXHTrKt1kBWA7R8uyGCTVmGuDMeOh2KdqEhpVZ4480tiTNZ5i7MSpVgFMwihtXGfocYuebdXdVM//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="417" data-original-width="626" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThu0shGSxUut1XMVzE3bc1FWeHEJFRnLzam9Frm5VcXYX9yFxn8EdurbltjV9eUz5qXHTrKt1kBWA7R8uyGCTVmGuDMeOh2KdqEhpVZ4480tiTNZ5i7MSpVgFMwihtXGfocYuebdXdVM/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Explain all this to me again!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">So I had a reaction to the vaccine? I thought to myself.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Your majesty!" he suddenly screamed and charged at me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0ahVJW300jfNe2v-yOan_ZK6LufjVSV2mZGb_RRvexXec2G9tbHqde8booi9gk7AuKmPhsgDXBPB48xbBpji5xawRBRG98O4Geqq3dWcicFLZD7XdDC7NfzQNWYlEKow35Dr0uczP0E//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0ahVJW300jfNe2v-yOan_ZK6LufjVSV2mZGb_RRvexXec2G9tbHqde8booi9gk7AuKmPhsgDXBPB48xbBpji5xawRBRG98O4Geqq3dWcicFLZD7XdDC7NfzQNWYlEKow35Dr0uczP0E/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Your <i>majesty!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">He punched me in the face hard and I fell back in the chair and smashed my head and blacked-out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvDw1w5cq-mW45xET-sQRuHWv2ihRyQBnsZMUiJjJUshM5x2Cvlvwg-9hifgnKUDWr1QtH2fzSWyJ3FadDQ5F6e0WCVtR-rXqeiYtsnb5KsyANr92dyQsmwMgYLv5m1ylT8DjWQ4aa8A//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="280" data-original-width="335" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvDw1w5cq-mW45xET-sQRuHWv2ihRyQBnsZMUiJjJUshM5x2Cvlvwg-9hifgnKUDWr1QtH2fzSWyJ3FadDQ5F6e0WCVtR-rXqeiYtsnb5KsyANr92dyQsmwMgYLv5m1ylT8DjWQ4aa8A/w640-h535/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doctor PUNCH! (Yes, I used shutterstock.)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">I woke up with him in what seemed to be a metal silo half buried up to my chest. He was also there with me buried up to his chest as well. Our arms were free but he was a good 10 feet away from me. Looking up I could see the bright white cloudy sky. Coming to my senses, I could see that we were buried in what seemed to be various cookies.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrnvtkO18osFz-yr9kL7VpD4CCK1gT83-csBMs5wBIwfMvwYEMvd6Xx1Oq-3nrRkQL74oUYuZfbaawAsovFEgR8Xuv2udslbwtyotaQpQsE9FNqkBDf8gn0IH5KfFRcgSXYFa4f_kVbM//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrnvtkO18osFz-yr9kL7VpD4CCK1gT83-csBMs5wBIwfMvwYEMvd6Xx1Oq-3nrRkQL74oUYuZfbaawAsovFEgR8Xuv2udslbwtyotaQpQsE9FNqkBDf8gn0IH5KfFRcgSXYFa4f_kVbM/w640-h480/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bane-vision.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"What... What is this? What's going on?! Why did you punch me?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry but I just had to!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What? WHY?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"The King of Denmark!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What? King of Denmark?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Yes."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Silence.. I wasn't sure I wanted to pursue this further and I began climbing out to get on top of the cookies. I think they were Chips Ahoy mostly.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgde6zZS_N0UVKDmMBwSds8bbRuFYQX9h-IcoCQbJFj7Baoe7wB4ZpwIYdC6QR-QMVYwHoAeKpCl7oaDPJw4BnjCakrQDu5SzxocFQ6vL4-MWDRbt7A0P18zVQxKo6zmYy8cO1awlLGpok//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="417" data-original-width="696" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgde6zZS_N0UVKDmMBwSds8bbRuFYQX9h-IcoCQbJFj7Baoe7wB4ZpwIYdC6QR-QMVYwHoAeKpCl7oaDPJw4BnjCakrQDu5SzxocFQ6vL4-MWDRbt7A0P18zVQxKo6zmYy8cO1awlLGpok/w640-h384/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Help, I'm all in cookies!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Why are we in here? Did you do this?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What? Me? No! The King of Denmark!" as he pulled himself out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What are you talking about? This is America. The King of Denmark isn't here. He's dead. Denmark only has a queen! Are you nuts?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XLFQjpLg_mFG-aTNImKX4UoOuFYvpmDYRIK04EffSOz-DkbguRRyU3BqZ_PdfueRq95Aza-aubkO5_d7R_Y59PM35I9Fuzt0xIS0XmwxF2McCRns0N_9oss0Pceul-_C6TBaUvAjkYY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="356" data-original-width="498" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XLFQjpLg_mFG-aTNImKX4UoOuFYvpmDYRIK04EffSOz-DkbguRRyU3BqZ_PdfueRq95Aza-aubkO5_d7R_Y59PM35I9Fuzt0xIS0XmwxF2McCRns0N_9oss0Pceul-_C6TBaUvAjkYY/w640-h458/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Royalty.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">"How do you feel after the vaccine? It's been 2 days now."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Two days?!!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Do you feel fatigue or can you not smell? Do you have a headache?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What.. um.. no. I think I feel okay. Er.. why are we in this vat of cookies?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlTYCwtwTKP_so9eu-34zmSvP0VrfdKiXYa5orwWyh-LJrLpOy_jlOc3gWBKKjiyDousbNNbWCtHgi917v1uYoN7-Kq1LvoHFy_sD3jXVCLBz1xXIJMWDW4PShUMGgm76-xkzlOnU-2Q//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="417" data-original-width="626" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlTYCwtwTKP_so9eu-34zmSvP0VrfdKiXYa5orwWyh-LJrLpOy_jlOc3gWBKKjiyDousbNNbWCtHgi917v1uYoN7-Kq1LvoHFy_sD3jXVCLBz1xXIJMWDW4PShUMGgm76-xkzlOnU-2Q/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many cookies.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">He ran across the cookies and tackled me, "We have to get out of here fast!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">We both smashed down onto the cookies and I shoved him off me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">He started trying to climb up the side of the silo to no avail making whimpering noises. I noticed I was back in my own clothes again and was thoroughly confused. My wallet was missing.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlib6g7sdhwhd9oQ9amob3ucQtgTb2_jO77_SpsHVXsz4GY8VNvRHYtM55iq36vK-nlWbKEKTdPQU-ZU1cFgRCnw3euMA48mpbdHWw8w8BGoqT4A4_RBxL_lU0a5eQ-Hmb4bS0ESlSEw//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlib6g7sdhwhd9oQ9amob3ucQtgTb2_jO77_SpsHVXsz4GY8VNvRHYtM55iq36vK-nlWbKEKTdPQU-ZU1cFgRCnw3euMA48mpbdHWw8w8BGoqT4A4_RBxL_lU0a5eQ-Hmb4bS0ESlSEw/w480-h640/image.png" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gotta get outta here!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Hey, my wallet is missing!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Oh, yeah, when you had your episode we had to check your ID. It's in the office."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"What office?" I demanded.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Kitty kitty kitty!" he charged towards me fast but I side-stepped in time.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QPrXyHNztJC59V4hUZHokXhyq9ZYQWth1cnyKRtd01Kr0Fsm8xn04x6Fhyq4DvwQ_ee0pW7AtawK3mOVuwHP6MNaFwsR2N5f3Hw5p5YCfKAVkdkNX6pS7KVpR6rhJuh7xnxSUaDvDuo//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QPrXyHNztJC59V4hUZHokXhyq9ZYQWth1cnyKRtd01Kr0Fsm8xn04x6Fhyq4DvwQ_ee0pW7AtawK3mOVuwHP6MNaFwsR2N5f3Hw5p5YCfKAVkdkNX6pS7KVpR6rhJuh7xnxSUaDvDuo/w480-h640/image.png" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meow, mutherf*cker.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Okay, enough is enough!" I countered. "What sort of prank is this? Am I on video?" as I looked around with scrutiny at my surroundings for any cameras (there were none).</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Look, you need your second shot, buck-o." he said.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I grabbed the vial and it said, "Sugar Place B zero" on the bottle. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Just drink it." he said. I did and it tasted sweet.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0Jhged1e2Z_2e720ujAUKi655jMyJHbJEMivCBqV-u_80LXi0o9lhl6gNYNOmLxRI8l5UPjOysJcmbS3clNfV3CbyjOMdCi7d63mNV32kAAEDD-75b7N-BW_CN-Bw_53o7-FZ-q_me0//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="558" data-original-width="992" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0Jhged1e2Z_2e720ujAUKi655jMyJHbJEMivCBqV-u_80LXi0o9lhl6gNYNOmLxRI8l5UPjOysJcmbS3clNfV3CbyjOMdCi7d63mNV32kAAEDD-75b7N-BW_CN-Bw_53o7-FZ-q_me0/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down the hatch!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Okay" he said, "It'll take 2 more weeks and you should be good."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"How do we get out of here?" I insisted.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Well, we just use this." and he showed me his phone and sucker-punched me and I blacked out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwBx9nBfKJZHlQRpS-WjGQQv-yrw3z_GrKIJwv0fGex9JT0OH87ooamPr7_7D7DnWS_lGGzLIQuehjefDWMw3m_dQkazYD4euJjQVVsc2EMfv__l2tZOY51P56rcgkHwGgrlL03ldfjk//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="276" data-original-width="460" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwBx9nBfKJZHlQRpS-WjGQQv-yrw3z_GrKIJwv0fGex9JT0OH87ooamPr7_7D7DnWS_lGGzLIQuehjefDWMw3m_dQkazYD4euJjQVVsc2EMfv__l2tZOY51P56rcgkHwGgrlL03ldfjk/w640-h384/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome my son, to the machine.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="509" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BZlRt05RY9Y" width="613" youtube-src-id="BZlRt05RY9Y"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Next thing I knew I woke up in the dumpster in the back of a 7-11 wearing the lederhosen again, this time with a Marilyn Monroe wig stitches on my back and a note taped to my chest that said, "Call 911".</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z4Kah-uRgkoSXfoHdWzGY-aOXmmMUjEczAxEiVVptoIkvyMDESyRRY3ATEa6UA0zIjPkbZXKefPdq3DA3_Cj3jdqZZqICoZAtpAO4rHwEJw5SSf7RO_OPht6SlXmjpbwgVS5Kmsiwo4//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="684" data-original-width="995" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z4Kah-uRgkoSXfoHdWzGY-aOXmmMUjEczAxEiVVptoIkvyMDESyRRY3ATEa6UA0zIjPkbZXKefPdq3DA3_Cj3jdqZZqICoZAtpAO4rHwEJw5SSf7RO_OPht6SlXmjpbwgVS5Kmsiwo4/w640-h440/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Collapsed from the shot.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Ah, Colorado Health System! You <i>guys!</i> Tsk.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ97ymYErmAT0ur4farCuUrKfu-Ii-nxdJOPA3V9q8pgJrLU8nqYY8xYuQ-COVwH2mI50f_KTO-1Lc286_UQjaojcOdlyOcGQw0QKMLzob4RXSGcPIVRhQzRZ0XT8jo4gnWlOVvT1lGk/s650/tumblr_mjh1cusxZ31qedb29o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="650" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ97ymYErmAT0ur4farCuUrKfu-Ii-nxdJOPA3V9q8pgJrLU8nqYY8xYuQ-COVwH2mI50f_KTO-1Lc286_UQjaojcOdlyOcGQw0QKMLzob4RXSGcPIVRhQzRZ0XT8jo4gnWlOVvT1lGk/w640-h394/tumblr_mjh1cusxZ31qedb29o1_500.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Honestly, it all went fine. Fatigue lasts for weeks though. Everyone should get inoculated as soon as possible. Everyone should stay home until then. Just because the government says you can go out and party doesn't mean you should be stupid and die.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Here's an Oktoberfest chippy for your patience. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSErttzrIaWzrMULIA67zTqL8QELSHNziDL0sUEOuLBPN5gKbBhEuZOP9mhbVFZh7_yq8yQwh74E9gKga7sYLFbh7LysX81b-frbG8ZPe4hWPbf2n0AWAMv8FNJZzUbkkH93VVGADrWw//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSErttzrIaWzrMULIA67zTqL8QELSHNziDL0sUEOuLBPN5gKbBhEuZOP9mhbVFZh7_yq8yQwh74E9gKga7sYLFbh7LysX81b-frbG8ZPe4hWPbf2n0AWAMv8FNJZzUbkkH93VVGADrWw/w427-h640/image.png" title="Drink up, kids!" width="427" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drink up, kids!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT!</span></div><div><br /></div>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-60528690960340677322020-11-01T01:20:00.002-07:002020-11-01T01:20:11.519-07:00GB Halloween Special<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7kThTHc0Popr15013IkP2CASQmeAnA2_I2zvsf7wQM9fSsoL1OU-1Vk2iF6E2Q_ekFtml19_Mtr0pYpkQtJfw77hCOPCwX2-ieoQNKyvQlZphETf9PtgAfkjlTHctqPZOgQmmlx9hmU/s660/Cute-Halloween-Pug-Costume-halloween-33902779-660-649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="660" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7kThTHc0Popr15013IkP2CASQmeAnA2_I2zvsf7wQM9fSsoL1OU-1Vk2iF6E2Q_ekFtml19_Mtr0pYpkQtJfw77hCOPCwX2-ieoQNKyvQlZphETf9PtgAfkjlTHctqPZOgQmmlx9hmU/w640-h630/Cute-Halloween-Pug-Costume-halloween-33902779-660-649.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>No one </i>reads <i>blogs anymore... just post images, Mike..</i><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> It's the GB Halloween Special! If you submit a story based on the following images, you can win $100, payable via PayPal, Venmo, etc. (whatever you want). Please post your story in the comments. Story must comment on each image and be chronological. 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Can you make a story out of this? If so, comment below!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy Halloween! And here's your Chippy for enjoying!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqg4F4M-aQyTt2oYreqFjMqfmbjclRBnz13-r6ICbLegATssa5dE6Xn-dc_ZItqeVSTq0cyQz3IBCQX4ZaCTJ_58VXDs2KL_VWwIMuCpFZPs1JbVgzzlZIa6ovz1Was8QCp8RUZM7i1CE/s879/za%2560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="413" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqg4F4M-aQyTt2oYreqFjMqfmbjclRBnz13-r6ICbLegATssa5dE6Xn-dc_ZItqeVSTq0cyQz3IBCQX4ZaCTJ_58VXDs2KL_VWwIMuCpFZPs1JbVgzzlZIa6ovz1Was8QCp8RUZM7i1CE/w300-h640/za%2560.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-79834726867366931262020-10-18T06:42:00.007-06:002020-10-18T06:43:05.799-06:00Boo-Berry got Autism from the Covid-19 vaccine<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNkF4YF99L47oxW6e5Fnrtf1whyphenhyphenq1LwPQrgv7wTG-zxuzBvBPbPSBN08rnxhldYJTsBuvP_9O2nEUwJAIKOy0hjXm4-CA5tvydVU1dDA3F_mNI8_Tfo3TxfCjHTv6pKdYJzDFKOjtNb0/s800/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNkF4YF99L47oxW6e5Fnrtf1whyphenhyphenq1LwPQrgv7wTG-zxuzBvBPbPSBN08rnxhldYJTsBuvP_9O2nEUwJAIKOy0hjXm4-CA5tvydVU1dDA3F_mNI8_Tfo3TxfCjHTv6pKdYJzDFKOjtNb0/w640-h640/1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm dead. Someday, you'll be dead too.</i></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Since 1971 I've been a fan of the "Monster Cereals" by General Mills, in particular, Count Chocula of course. I mean, it's awesome. Seriously, I'm super Cereal here. (sorry for the <i>South Park</i> reference, ok boomer). Count Chocula and Frankenberry came out in 1971 which was the style of things where cartoons were pushing cereal for kids and there were TV shows about it, such as Post was doing with <i>Linus the Lionhearted</i> who's kingly subjects included Sugar Bear (Post Sugar Crisp Cereal) and some others starting around 1964, though the FCC caught onto this and by 1969 this was a no-no for fulltime cartoon promotion advertising (though <i>He-Man, </i>and <i>Transformers </i>definitely got away with it later-on). I remember <i>Linus</i> and was I entranced? Yes. Did I want cereal from the show? Yes. Was it wrong? No way. Bring it on. Bring it ALL on. We kids <i>loved</i> it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpiS-zTkRHoCo95jhEKBNWHz5Sfx5Ebz6WSpKqe5VjiE7sCt3tRiCpQGUs3BgtGMshSV7hJl5AmGC2pWniAqmDVX4g5PzdBMM377Zt7wzoHRD83v9zlqJUXyYBypqYpB0iOIn4zlyupI/s480/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpiS-zTkRHoCo95jhEKBNWHz5Sfx5Ebz6WSpKqe5VjiE7sCt3tRiCpQGUs3BgtGMshSV7hJl5AmGC2pWniAqmDVX4g5PzdBMM377Zt7wzoHRD83v9zlqJUXyYBypqYpB0iOIn4zlyupI/w640-h480/3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>In this </i>Linus the Lionhearted<i> episode, Sugar Bear teaches kids how to play with a grenade voiced by <a href="https://youtu.be/tsnYSyKD_Ic?t=43" target="_blank">Bob Irwin who talked ..smoothly.</a> He would go on to voice the commercials as well for many years.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I love a cereal with a mythos cinematic universe. I mean, who didn't love 3PO's (aka C-3PO Star Wars Cereal)? Especially when you find out he's a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p00WyfM6ALc" target="_blank">force-ghost somehow.</a></span></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoTrqJvZS4UCWC3CcmgKT8hcDL8KQ3R6TmP1QSH8ZAesCPleXwBmjEvlgSCr5xnAP3HQohpvpWCMGPqnmk0qCSBEl4fcQOtOfvtyHXOWh9gw8xddlHb0s0vkdO89cXEnK93lpkzDkQBc/s676/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoTrqJvZS4UCWC3CcmgKT8hcDL8KQ3R6TmP1QSH8ZAesCPleXwBmjEvlgSCr5xnAP3HQohpvpWCMGPqnmk0qCSBEl4fcQOtOfvtyHXOWh9gw8xddlHb0s0vkdO89cXEnK93lpkzDkQBc/w426-h640/2.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here, Anthony Daniels realizes his career is done-for, so starts to sell-out and push cereal.. and it was delicious.. and he got knighted by the Queen. Some of the "toys" in cereal boxes were very cool and rare and worth big money these days, particularly </i>Star Wars<i> ones.</i></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: xx-large;">The Monster Cereals were the next engagement in the Great Cereal Wars between Kellogg's, Post, and General Mills of the '70s and '80s. Strange ones like PacMan Cereal, and Mr.T's were really pushing the envelope at times, but I always loved "The Monsters". Before that were "</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czQym7YVIKY" style="font-size: xx-large;" target="_blank">The Freakies</a><span style="font-size: xx-large;">" when Purina tried to get in on the action; it tasted synthetic but the little monster toys were great. </span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvH1cvLad0E7aLio6nkmm_SspeGiGQPpmh5nViJvF3_4aIsY4KdFR1PqeSCVV5txl35evP_f6H7TmX_0FLajqqvrVw9ypKRIY3MoQ2HpJgg06aPkGGix_1rygrzUur8ZPOqb9sTG1esJM/s620/Freakies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="620" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvH1cvLad0E7aLio6nkmm_SspeGiGQPpmh5nViJvF3_4aIsY4KdFR1PqeSCVV5txl35evP_f6H7TmX_0FLajqqvrVw9ypKRIY3MoQ2HpJgg06aPkGGix_1rygrzUur8ZPOqb9sTG1esJM/w640-h436/Freakies.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Freakies tasted like cardboard and paint, but I loved it anyway.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwKQGmK5W7yJAtIc4gB-q7IW4FL-_mjzKI9CiUPFzhn7BT_7DSMKQge2bRlLJCS-VRZMkglyGI5_Cny3IVbX4FjNerrQRdT_sr8FNjR55T0fRAl8AQ5U_cWb6ePVLEZAN-RRCyqFiGUE/s754/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwKQGmK5W7yJAtIc4gB-q7IW4FL-_mjzKI9CiUPFzhn7BT_7DSMKQge2bRlLJCS-VRZMkglyGI5_Cny3IVbX4FjNerrQRdT_sr8FNjR55T0fRAl8AQ5U_cWb6ePVLEZAN-RRCyqFiGUE/s16000/17.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Freakies Cinematic Universe</i></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Frankenberry had a lawsuit as it made people's poop turn pink due to the intense, early '70s dye they'd cram in there, so there had to be a few changes and progression so kids didn't get mutations. Ah, the '70s.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9D1n-SqQ0JyBxlgU6K26EnQ6HF4AI-2ASVMuWSH37gZpBlc5ZaH7UWFsJ7kQ3jqGussh_CkqeC0vagBqVSYIQwrxsAWBDcD3WEjwbeOB9rFoUwtDFrSndwBcfi4pz7o0oHrzn9jRyc4/s900/frankenberryimage.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="900" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9D1n-SqQ0JyBxlgU6K26EnQ6HF4AI-2ASVMuWSH37gZpBlc5ZaH7UWFsJ7kQ3jqGussh_CkqeC0vagBqVSYIQwrxsAWBDcD3WEjwbeOB9rFoUwtDFrSndwBcfi4pz7o0oHrzn9jRyc4/w640-h404/frankenberryimage.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">What was interesting was Count Chocula was cleverly voiced by the original Dracula's, Bella Lugosi impersonator Larry Kenney, and Frankenberry by an original Frankenstein's Monster, Boris Karloff impersonator, Bob McFadden; pretty apt. For Boo-Berry, they well used the famous <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaQcT5MS7_U" target="_blank">Peter Lorre</a> voice (who also did a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zgWc0UUbP4" target="_blank">few Bugs Bunny cartoons</a>), though truly an impersonation by Paul Frees.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4td9l1-bR7-VGbBA-x8fO35Kkz7bRy64U5iJiMlufz-eXqX_KH6VwkhSY4GMS5g4KlawwIVT9d9n5c6sZJrKfeAo5ZDuPo1aUWqkgHTBRM_mVmtMgBMkCOx_e_Rc9BAf4YogvBe9qAo/s400/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="312" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4td9l1-bR7-VGbBA-x8fO35Kkz7bRy64U5iJiMlufz-eXqX_KH6VwkhSY4GMS5g4KlawwIVT9d9n5c6sZJrKfeAo5ZDuPo1aUWqkgHTBRM_mVmtMgBMkCOx_e_Rc9BAf4YogvBe9qAo/w500-h640/5.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Always the charismatic creep, Peter Lorre was a genius.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The introduction has the Count and Frankeberry <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZF_Dhgisbys" target="_blank">argue about cereal preference.</a> Boo-Berry actually frightens the vampire and undead monster with a penchant for synthetic strawberry cereal, but as you can see, he looks a bit like Peter Lorre if he stole a pie-hat, popular at the time.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEa3fhD0xwpuxX5hRzGfUw9xWB_ChzJgiFlIL2n1W2-OvDDZYuZPMYguEEA_USpdYBetH4MiKv75DDsZHbLXEIQoU_RdjpCPKaj-fzowikjW5r4eNma58Let43J-zRx0no9arQeHOyvt0/s750/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="750" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEa3fhD0xwpuxX5hRzGfUw9xWB_ChzJgiFlIL2n1W2-OvDDZYuZPMYguEEA_USpdYBetH4MiKv75DDsZHbLXEIQoU_RdjpCPKaj-fzowikjW5r4eNma58Let43J-zRx0no9arQeHOyvt0/w640-h464/4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> In the next year in 1974, Tarantino's (and my) favorite of favorites, <i>Fruit Brute </i>came out for a short time featuring a werewolf who would howl, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR3vQbuqej4" target="_blank">"Fruuuuuit!"</a> It was quite good, but then again, I was 4, with a 4-year-old's taste palate. This slowly went off the market by 1982.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2CcIjxaJfoBgGJj0daKVrCkLQZZnBBOcO3uqPVgmAKBaB8fEsmQEETMJa2LEJZSiQw493nQY3EnyjrkhvgzUiKImsWfWsVtjPbVAoOsRf5lnuZycUGzRpt9dF3ScS2kehvp5lX_FUf9g/s900/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2CcIjxaJfoBgGJj0daKVrCkLQZZnBBOcO3uqPVgmAKBaB8fEsmQEETMJa2LEJZSiQw493nQY3EnyjrkhvgzUiKImsWfWsVtjPbVAoOsRf5lnuZycUGzRpt9dF3ScS2kehvp5lX_FUf9g/w640-h640/6.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here, you can see all 5 Monster Cereals at-once in their original design.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Later-on, Fruit Brute would be replaced with likely-throat-cancer-victim, Boston-accented, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMyen99uN7c" target="_blank">Yummy Mummy</a> (not Boris Karloff as expected, but this might cause confusion to kids as he played both Universal Monsters). Wiki says it started around 1988 but it actually was around 1987 and was a poor replacement for Fruit Brute, and it only lasted 4 years. During this time, Y.Mummy was featured taking Boo-Berry's place in ads, which was a bad move, and eventually Boo-Berry came back.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAp4XFYrTzZK8KLyyhWKMsjInk4FwfF_VpvbhPXduBsQ6OjWXAn8QGdDpBczurRevtZERcrvh0DQWsTfWgh7BM22tke92iipq2h0IhMr98iyuY5sBnts9jeMdX7YouaP8rfYQobZzpgYc/s1069/sexycereal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1069" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAp4XFYrTzZK8KLyyhWKMsjInk4FwfF_VpvbhPXduBsQ6OjWXAn8QGdDpBczurRevtZERcrvh0DQWsTfWgh7BM22tke92iipq2h0IhMr98iyuY5sBnts9jeMdX7YouaP8rfYQobZzpgYc/w640-h558/sexycereal.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Seems she just got back from the dentist and the lidocaine hasn't worn off yet.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> So.. my problem is the artistry has gone awry. Seemingly to "update" the artwork to "modern" times, people in advertising try to make things seem better, but they're not. Think George Lucas' </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Star Wars</i><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> franchise Special Editions. Ugh. The only thing "good" with those were the ships re-done so you didn't have those little cut-out gray squares around them; nothing else was improved, George, sorry. Everyone feels this way, even your mom.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRcSFPc6vsDzNZpDhzXH-DgT3NRbADVmq1-4N5RphGF6b_aQ39SpRfEmpJ1z7Xlsho3jU9-9BVwxh-SIKRxj8Y2KicCnk4xfqMgxDxaEI892yUQuIRdcuuBeb1VOLpeLDlSRphnqr8rY/s950/why.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="950" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRcSFPc6vsDzNZpDhzXH-DgT3NRbADVmq1-4N5RphGF6b_aQ39SpRfEmpJ1z7Xlsho3jU9-9BVwxh-SIKRxj8Y2KicCnk4xfqMgxDxaEI892yUQuIRdcuuBeb1VOLpeLDlSRphnqr8rY/w640-h360/why.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Why, George? WHY?</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> Let's look at Boo-Berry through the ages. First, he looks officially corporeal and shimmery. He truly seems to be coming through an Astral Plane and is well designed. Frankenberry looks a little retared but otherwise, Count Chocula has a Batman thing going on mixed with Count von Count from </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Sesame Street </i><span style="font-size: xx-large;">and quite likely a Jew as well. It is well known Count von Count is Jewish according to Jim Henson though is officially undead as is Frankenberry and Boo-Berry. Fruit Brute is merely lycantrhopic, and Yummy Mummy may be undead as well officially through D&D rules, though more Lich-like and perhaps have a phylactery Nefesh. You could probably off Brute with silver, depending on his "Thayco" To-Hit-Armor-Class-Zero.</span></div><div><br /></div><div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeuH_z8-3iv0Z38GbqPt2-4mndwJI-4WAPSGehF_nHVE8q-gcfmQcmw4bZkYH0BaiZgYJQvnH9CpXTcHHDF3hdGsm2CXq9AZPtbUT39dC0qE0XtpOGiLIz9fplvukEQ_J5kwbJiesQW4/s1078/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeuH_z8-3iv0Z38GbqPt2-4mndwJI-4WAPSGehF_nHVE8q-gcfmQcmw4bZkYH0BaiZgYJQvnH9CpXTcHHDF3hdGsm2CXq9AZPtbUT39dC0qE0XtpOGiLIz9fplvukEQ_J5kwbJiesQW4/w456-h640/7.jpg" width="456" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Still largely unchanged in 1979, with a cool sticker that I owned and worked well.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLulhVsPWDkxA3RsTm0zYv0ePSP9NZwqMgMU4QtFUXYpuGEZWvJpluWW1WYhRIodG-fRfXSVALtZHrf2xiOnXEKBb8fGkjuFbc4Bt_GOUrAPlMRWo-SRktD1jyCDToX__gct7YlYMl2eI/s1576/1982-BOOBERRY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1576" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLulhVsPWDkxA3RsTm0zYv0ePSP9NZwqMgMU4QtFUXYpuGEZWvJpluWW1WYhRIodG-fRfXSVALtZHrf2xiOnXEKBb8fGkjuFbc4Bt_GOUrAPlMRWo-SRktD1jyCDToX__gct7YlYMl2eI/w640-h456/1982-BOOBERRY.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boo-Berry staying chill in 1982. These Catch-Mitts sucked, btw.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Boo-Berry survived, unscathed in this <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64T_SKuFeOI" target="_blank">commercial here.</a> Still the same Peter Lorre character.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHsYbfHzBKxfpPYPaDnNsadop2AJyoWvZyS_LrZ5NSOGaai3AQy1d1oMBrTFuzytZDZYV3kT0pBfjTOkOMH2Hlyg805_COhCnPEYnK1OhaLRWNXPCPTaMpCQMdG7-ol78IJcjvEoNyCg/s447/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="447" data-original-width="340" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHsYbfHzBKxfpPYPaDnNsadop2AJyoWvZyS_LrZ5NSOGaai3AQy1d1oMBrTFuzytZDZYV3kT0pBfjTOkOMH2Hlyg805_COhCnPEYnK1OhaLRWNXPCPTaMpCQMdG7-ol78IJcjvEoNyCg/w486-h640/8.jpg" width="486" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Seems he lost some weight in 1993 but is still recognizable. His eyes are closer together now and seems pretty happy that he has his own "ghost-shaped" marshmallows, which is a nice touch that started in 1986. Still the little circular crosses have been replaced with Pac Man ghosts turned-blue as all the cereals have corresponding shapes in their own colors (ie. Count Chocula has brown ones, etc.)</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So far, so good. Boo-Berry hasn't changed too much. In '93 he lost his hyphen (didn't we all? <i>Laaaaadies?</i>) but otherwise it's pretty much the same guy. The main cereal item sort of improved a bit, which is nice. Using the tagline, "How 'bout a Monster for breakfast, today?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZQdd36CXdOiczjZJtAgQb2w7P1r-u_MXkLF1Pt8WzQ7A7WtOKRUCq7SHBgD0s_ANw8Z_011c_yhE2mXAMD_2TbePD3pMzFs-HcUnhgcLfe3qQehBwvimffc9hDgMliHSjTJ641fJsQw/s1800/del.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZQdd36CXdOiczjZJtAgQb2w7P1r-u_MXkLF1Pt8WzQ7A7WtOKRUCq7SHBgD0s_ANw8Z_011c_yhE2mXAMD_2TbePD3pMzFs-HcUnhgcLfe3qQehBwvimffc9hDgMliHSjTJ641fJsQw/w640-h426/del.webp" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Delphine sold her bath water for $30 a bottle. Looks like she's having a monster for breakfast as well.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Around 1996, however, the monsters were animated differently like a mix between <i>Animaniacs </i>and <i>Droids </i>(similar to the animated segment from <i>Star Wars Christmas Special</i>). Boo-Berry got super retarded-looking as such:</span><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8D-qCshwx5wbw2uJtwi4rxKD-k9BRl6Lyf5IERGxhhd7c3HsOb7F0_6Apjkk8bls08oJVK3S5JCmjkdiUqvqhF2GqDUb9GLJlxwXUrdRxQTKTTNBy4yh5dnR_mwu0M4b7vVQSVamLdF0/s1485/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1057" data-original-width="1485" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8D-qCshwx5wbw2uJtwi4rxKD-k9BRl6Lyf5IERGxhhd7c3HsOb7F0_6Apjkk8bls08oJVK3S5JCmjkdiUqvqhF2GqDUb9GLJlxwXUrdRxQTKTTNBy4yh5dnR_mwu0M4b7vVQSVamLdF0/w640-h456/9.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boo-Berry says, "Daaaaahhh. Blu." Note the clouds and green planet? Is this catering to 420-friendly folks or what? Boo got hit upside the head by the dumb-dumb stick and lost 120 IQ points.</i><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not a fan of this huge change.</span></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRPAdNuHC8qpS7qLftquoSKTk1IwWTylILkkBPlV30D-vcfLHtSvpFJmkM241XuW5haQPSgDxUkMKdHKHuDJYp1Cw5axQZPQWcsBg3Lj5vI_MqmcDDCjGHlumdkeL0MzKblce6EWZTBw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1600" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRPAdNuHC8qpS7qLftquoSKTk1IwWTylILkkBPlV30D-vcfLHtSvpFJmkM241XuW5haQPSgDxUkMKdHKHuDJYp1Cw5axQZPQWcsBg3Lj5vI_MqmcDDCjGHlumdkeL0MzKblce6EWZTBw/w640-h448/10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-large;"> By 1999, he's ironically soul-less looking. He seems pretty happy handing out Scooby-Doo material, but he's not <i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKVu3RXu0Fga2W_Q96oFAVRXJCS6ZIuZ_2foN2ZC4ESzdBp64_rwpn6yaQ75lWp053Os253zJ1RYcuzNjCNP_-Zm0opbY9zZux7JhtPDJNReHzaQBelMDx24b0hWy5ofkxUixO8ATHNKY/s1600/6016010535_6cd1113d26.jpg" target="_blank">Funky Phantom</a></i> so I don't know what's going on here. His eyes are vacant and as if he's been tortured for a very long time. I mean, his only friends are a vampire and an undead automaton monster who just get scared of him usually and run away based on the commercials. Maybe the Astral Plane has darker secrets that he's getting tired of? Certainly a basilisk or wraith might crush his soul essence over the decades. My guess is that because of the hat, he may have died in the late 1950's or early 1960's. This most recent image makes me worry for him and might need to have a seance to ask him what's going on? This dumb design continues until 2004.</span><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoDLi6GHIkhjONXP-q1W45ycWnWMjArU9udAIjODuI3ik0Sa0iaqibEx7O0Lg7PZWbFHNmI2tP_lcpIHk3S8Umxe2DjBtmMePmFudaiK1I0fH-Vm09HpAL_-2ztKOGaLdyZKhsaAmDVE/s273/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="190" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoDLi6GHIkhjONXP-q1W45ycWnWMjArU9udAIjODuI3ik0Sa0iaqibEx7O0Lg7PZWbFHNmI2tP_lcpIHk3S8Umxe2DjBtmMePmFudaiK1I0fH-Vm09HpAL_-2ztKOGaLdyZKhsaAmDVE/w445-h640/11.jpg" width="445" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here, you can see he's definitely lost it. He has hooded-eyes again, but he's seen.. things. What's weird is since 1996, his tongue is red where it wasn't before. He has blood then? What gives? This image is around 1997 to 1999. He's dabbling in magic, obviously, and the occult, and he's paid dearly for this knowledge, now he must live with the eternal torment on his <a href="https://youtu.be/TcSB2GOyRmA?t=186" target="_blank">Road to Madness</a>. </i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">To add insult to injury, around 1997, Boo-Berry was temporarily overshadowed by <i>Casper, </i>perhaps pushing the 1995 film's sequels. This impostor is unwanted. Why wouldn't you just put Boo? Shameful. A few months later, they added Wendy from the same franchise.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACnKoMaZ_j__CCaQKkU5StLFs3N6LXBRIITSAERA83Rivn9OUD5anR95YcyAOzAzmOFJ0oIyA4rZi7O4wHpTnq42PQq34pBB92O1enDT5YFqITi0W95ocWEUj_RrMUcFwdKrI9y2AsbQ/s723/casper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACnKoMaZ_j__CCaQKkU5StLFs3N6LXBRIITSAERA83Rivn9OUD5anR95YcyAOzAzmOFJ0oIyA4rZi7O4wHpTnq42PQq34pBB92O1enDT5YFqITi0W95ocWEUj_RrMUcFwdKrI9y2AsbQ/w442-h640/casper.jpg" width="442" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The graphics of Count Chocula are become unrecognizable and a bit </i>Cuphead-like</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Then even worse, a "Swirled Ghost" replaces <i>Casper, </i>again in 1997, trying to get off of Boo's fame, maybe to eliminate him completely?</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kFvzaDZlw8i0iUEdhhuro2ZOiqfiKIczAdHoIehb40AL80c7IzqRshwpJYuCHyz0D-Il9B-4K-WyLujhOixajRFCrNF_JucsOYWk9oGmEL-t7jkS3qeVsk16ezt-5CwO4T0-1IsXH_s/s822/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kFvzaDZlw8i0iUEdhhuro2ZOiqfiKIczAdHoIehb40AL80c7IzqRshwpJYuCHyz0D-Il9B-4K-WyLujhOixajRFCrNF_JucsOYWk9oGmEL-t7jkS3qeVsk16ezt-5CwO4T0-1IsXH_s/w498-h640/12.jpg" width="498" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Does Boo-Berry know this impostor? Did the Count try to summon his own ghost to defend against the impossible-to-defeat Boo-Berry as a minion? I don't like it one bit. I'm pretty certain this is a time vortex the Count has summoned, deeper into the realm of the occult to defeat Frank and Boo, but at what cost?</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, the swirled ghost thing was a flop, so as you can see, they summoned-up all the old characters, this time insulting Frankenberry with actual Frankenstein's Monster, also included are replicas of Fruit Brute and Yummy Mummy, but these aren't them. It feels like General Mills is trying to get rid of the other monster cereals entirely.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdCIkEV9WOD2psPaiyQ4vJZLS3gUi9MLEOQRTjKojdRbs7vQu9pGcO9pFsa-IYvoL-rT2TwGRVZao0I0hIl2fvEc_0_Vzlz5Xingay1v4TUy_5GsCnp4RtRPqneocTgIrNt1oJgc0zHI/s797/a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdCIkEV9WOD2psPaiyQ4vJZLS3gUi9MLEOQRTjKojdRbs7vQu9pGcO9pFsa-IYvoL-rT2TwGRVZao0I0hIl2fvEc_0_Vzlz5Xingay1v4TUy_5GsCnp4RtRPqneocTgIrNt1oJgc0zHI/w514-h640/a4.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not liking this, and the ghost looks suspiciously like the Honey Nut Cheerio's Bee, Buzzbee, now dead after stinging someone I guess. The Count seems quite pleased with himself to a manic level. He only argued with Frankenberry and Boo-Berry was unpredictable and sort of defeated the Count's efforts of wards and who knows when Fruit Brute or Yummy Mummy might return? "These summons are a fine substitute, he thinks, plus they all are on <i>my </i>side! They have no choice but to obey me!" In all of his summons' eyes, they all look like they know they're under his control of hypnosis, but once the spell breaks, they'll likely attempt to murder the vampire. The commercial borrows, "Monster Mash" by Bobby Picket 1962. I bet it cost General Mills a good amount of money for the rights to that. I doubt they recouped their loss. In the commercial, Frankenberry is oddly seen dancing at the bottom pit, as if to gather a Resistance en Force among the others.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24sVmHH9ueCHReJ7CFF38ulEH4UqqDqDzO8ht2kEmlVVR80SlhqAYrJyWBZ0rPBSsAFuooRHuayuWMMftAXukeF6xHr9aYIyFWaXzR7IJNioGFMQ40aauAqSr6M5DKf6v-l6rhfX5dBA/s1024/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="682" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24sVmHH9ueCHReJ7CFF38ulEH4UqqDqDzO8ht2kEmlVVR80SlhqAYrJyWBZ0rPBSsAFuooRHuayuWMMftAXukeF6xHr9aYIyFWaXzR7IJNioGFMQ40aauAqSr6M5DKf6v-l6rhfX5dBA/w426-h640/18.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>French Resistance, vive la France!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">The summoning spell does not last long though, and are quickly discontinued by the next year. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKABAEWX9TNC8SXdxAXKFFRmMqafrR2Txs80obZHe-6lATYCC1yPbwYopozMCHprdxJRgKVQFR75I1EpXm9GCiB4ygYetxGd0xdPtI-j7g6cxj0-ht9w-WjPLRuSvveZG9cpDQ-WXZtGk/s1440/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="1440" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKABAEWX9TNC8SXdxAXKFFRmMqafrR2Txs80obZHe-6lATYCC1yPbwYopozMCHprdxJRgKVQFR75I1EpXm9GCiB4ygYetxGd0xdPtI-j7g6cxj0-ht9w-WjPLRuSvveZG9cpDQ-WXZtGk/w640-h450/13.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Casper and Wendy marshmallows in 1997-1998. Wendy was of the same franchise and movie cinematic universe in 1998, though she existed as a comic character in Casper's adventures as Wendy, the Good Little Witch in 1954. I would have liked to have seen <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Stuff_the_Little_Devil" target="_blank">Hot Stuff, the Little Devil</a> instead from that genre.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, after a few more years, the images changed again, around 2009 I think.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKIE8kzSKuJI49TVvnkBJ2dlajoJKleuVVDdLqOpGkOQQlABUA1aZiLraKI0B7e7sRKuCd7E2JiZs4vbckRyOliKY_FLUxv4ysiZhaEhgVbPdQ85BxALhDsR3m0OuBnQZRLZGdRL6JYU/s842/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="842" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKIE8kzSKuJI49TVvnkBJ2dlajoJKleuVVDdLqOpGkOQQlABUA1aZiLraKI0B7e7sRKuCd7E2JiZs4vbckRyOliKY_FLUxv4ysiZhaEhgVbPdQ85BxALhDsR3m0OuBnQZRLZGdRL6JYU/w640-h304/14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here, Boo-Berry retains his purple tongue, but his tie turned purple as well instead of red. Perhaps he's going more into the nether-realm? My only guess is he's fading from this universe further. Still, it's a bit of a return to the original design, though softer. Boo isn't as scary, and now he also has blue eyes instead of pure black as night. Boo-Berry was a bit scary before in my opinion, as he should be. He's just some dude here. Also he's got a purple hat instead of his late-50's pie-hat. Maybe he thinks a more modern hat will help him out?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rXvKSDT9VksWTnNRNWrh5lRnZ-T1kxwM2FWlmqzONpOu77Nv8StokLr9bIakICgvKjncasDmjtIGiIn0rYkrBHT3J8dCMnc-aK8NPcaiuLEqY-KfCxefn8yRQFXmMtftBM2FBBm8EVk/s650/sexy+witch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="465" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rXvKSDT9VksWTnNRNWrh5lRnZ-T1kxwM2FWlmqzONpOu77Nv8StokLr9bIakICgvKjncasDmjtIGiIn0rYkrBHT3J8dCMnc-aK8NPcaiuLEqY-KfCxefn8yRQFXmMtftBM2FBBm8EVk/w458-h640/sexy+witch.jpg" width="458" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Anime witch-girl says, Don't mess with the occult and magic!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Right around 2009, DC Comics, experts at ruining things, re-did the monster cereal characters. Here's what they did to Boo..</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_rSnMeM6r8MopHV9M6TwFlD1vDESB3heffwL2S0rk9xwGbAfgSw7Dg8BwBttfg6Mn2CayRv3pEv76pddIwIO1OW93i67nz8AoW5PbkgNgPrju3bPaXitRAzDFksc5mp_ADdPtS6qR8k/s3024/dccomics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2269" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_rSnMeM6r8MopHV9M6TwFlD1vDESB3heffwL2S0rk9xwGbAfgSw7Dg8BwBttfg6Mn2CayRv3pEv76pddIwIO1OW93i67nz8AoW5PbkgNgPrju3bPaXitRAzDFksc5mp_ADdPtS6qR8k/w480-h640/dccomics.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Okay, I can see they tried to bring back a little red here with the tongue and make him a little less spooky. It's not terrible, but it looks weird. Still, as an artist's effort, it's fairly well done. I'm not quite against it. It's still softer than the original but still appealing to "softer" kids of the late 2000's who need "safe spaces" and "time-outs".</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_47OX4nhCbUf6lvPkDuaS2vEOs7TCZv2hQjhZL-WUtKhZUFvm4xDwstgDQVmeDW_jcjKMe7Olv6224T26LRBV3yooBaPJ8ac9AywzQhytXJ0CaHKJcgx5W6WRzgBCPxXEzA5xAitI4BU/s832/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_47OX4nhCbUf6lvPkDuaS2vEOs7TCZv2hQjhZL-WUtKhZUFvm4xDwstgDQVmeDW_jcjKMe7Olv6224T26LRBV3yooBaPJ8ac9AywzQhytXJ0CaHKJcgx5W6WRzgBCPxXEzA5xAitI4BU/w512-h640/19.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Illyana Rasputin says, "Leave Magik to </i>me."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">So General Foods played off of this with a bad designer. Check out the 2010 box and the right side of his mouth. Seriously? I mean, check out the right side of that face? What laziness is going on there? Gosh. Terrible.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24h1NVCD6RQ7-Ot1m8AMoeqWi8hpSD-qvkZ5nYlWHOUIaPj7_b_vL6w_6f_vzqEPX351vzFMS8VQSDlRIwX4v0lyWGHnerVqZFMfupXAyyxqUBhKWlrMzzKZeeoekO-NHhxOLZjDol7I/s659/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="491" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24h1NVCD6RQ7-Ot1m8AMoeqWi8hpSD-qvkZ5nYlWHOUIaPj7_b_vL6w_6f_vzqEPX351vzFMS8VQSDlRIwX4v0lyWGHnerVqZFMfupXAyyxqUBhKWlrMzzKZeeoekO-NHhxOLZjDol7I/w476-h640/15.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I mean, he's got the side of his mouth sort of falling inward. He also looks totally bizarre. I'm barely aware that this might be Boo at this point. I like his left thumb can be seen through, but he has no body at all, and no tie as far as I can tell. He looks pretty stupid.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pEquLlKqt68d08rdgKHqG9BKPniClKgRw3tblRJJzM-oWXzo7PHQyjpcIEdd9HzKxp59FH8d-eWag04t2PpvM4z9CMBpD2RRAJ_M4gzRozXYFqf6NpWfCrvmTTz0hJCjsXeRthMlFN4/s1138/ahego.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pEquLlKqt68d08rdgKHqG9BKPniClKgRw3tblRJJzM-oWXzo7PHQyjpcIEdd9HzKxp59FH8d-eWag04t2PpvM4z9CMBpD2RRAJ_M4gzRozXYFqf6NpWfCrvmTTz0hJCjsXeRthMlFN4/w360-h640/ahego.webp" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Influencer </i>Ultraviolet<i> is performing an anime character face of Ahegao because she is trying to impersonate, seemingly, modern Boo-Berry.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">For 2016 they make an election to "vote" for one of them to coincide with the US Presidential elections. I wonder if anyone actually wrote-in for Boo-Berry on their mail-in ballot?</span> </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl51ZO7gluw4NFwUm0MdzbAL2AVhtLKpgur3H245v_d_1GB2ygxEZ_KMPJ-yeOSYVlqvY7mXT2WmWHNrXbbXzM0OoFirWVwkB1JOXqiF6LStT2o1D5OQTb4mb6eFNAfMEyE9P5r9ieu8/s3264/vote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1720" data-original-width="3264" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl51ZO7gluw4NFwUm0MdzbAL2AVhtLKpgur3H245v_d_1GB2ygxEZ_KMPJ-yeOSYVlqvY7mXT2WmWHNrXbbXzM0OoFirWVwkB1JOXqiF6LStT2o1D5OQTb4mb6eFNAfMEyE9P5r9ieu8/w640-h338/vote.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here, we can see Boo has his tie back, perhaps a formality since he's running for office. Frank is summoning his internal Nixon, perhaps hoping for better international relations with China as he had done fairly successfully, and Count Chocula is just thumbing to himself thinking he's an easy-win. Regardless of all of this, they're buying votes, which is illegal. In Pueblo, Colorado, if you voted Democrat and could prove it on your ballot sheet, you'd get a free whiskey shot at a certain tavern. This is, of course, a federal offense to "buy votes", but Pueblo itself is a federal offense.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0FqqQbtUGXFa6dqduUxF3GiY8mYkLXhlO_WaaEEvsE1136vaRQhPu5nQthkcGMwbQSnxCxy3oQ5OvF4K50ciIUZbdB5_5gQ35V0iueHjthlRQAsGqdpKsBge7jcCLkp1lZ5cDcHvXHQ/s1280/20.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="853" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0FqqQbtUGXFa6dqduUxF3GiY8mYkLXhlO_WaaEEvsE1136vaRQhPu5nQthkcGMwbQSnxCxy3oQ5OvF4K50ciIUZbdB5_5gQ35V0iueHjthlRQAsGqdpKsBge7jcCLkp1lZ5cDcHvXHQ/w426-h640/20.webp" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bad boys go to jail.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">A sincere concern here is his look. He's not 100% sure about his surroundings. There's some odd black hole event horizon going on behind him, or the imminent destruction of an imploding neutron star. My only guess is he caused the star to be destroyed, likely to eliminate a pesky race of proto-humans getting real close to faster-than-light travel capability, and we can't have that now can we. Not since last time. It's either that or the dark aging lighthouse from <i>Hellraiser 2, </i>I'm not certain. You can see they're all overly cartoonish now, and cheaply done. There is no respect for the original artistic masters here. They look goofy and over-exaggerated and lazily drawn like West Coast '90s graffiti. Frank looks as if he's hoping no one finds out what he's done with the body, and Count seems relaxed that he knows where Frank put the body and why Boo is dead in the first place and is a Korean War draft-dodger. Boo-Berry is not a draft-dodger, however, but in his Earthly life, he did commit a few war crimes, though not in any war, per se, and people already got paid so it's all good</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJogcG5VsmVi2F0eNKdJvC6-BZ6-s71ffEVFI8i5m5FfKt6_MgLT8fgtZlxPlu1uj7kveTUPHiLHfYDNG029mS8m8XR626G4HboZ217RgKjhyphenhyphen47G99nbMBWFSwQFpokNBrJWxP9QFnl9g/s4032/PXL_20201016_184838438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJogcG5VsmVi2F0eNKdJvC6-BZ6-s71ffEVFI8i5m5FfKt6_MgLT8fgtZlxPlu1uj7kveTUPHiLHfYDNG029mS8m8XR626G4HboZ217RgKjhyphenhyphen47G99nbMBWFSwQFpokNBrJWxP9QFnl9g/w480-h640/PXL_20201016_184838438.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> For 2017 to present day, Boo-Berry looks autistic at best. He's looking at cereal and jumping white marshmallow ghosts popping out, but it's a far-off stare, probably due to the war crimes earlier mentioned, or the neutron star incident he caused. He's looking but <i>not</i> looking. Looking past. Looking <i>through </i>the cereal to somewhere else. He's thinking about something more troublesome in an autistic way that a kid might equate 21 with green Life Savers flavor. He's not completely aware of where he is or why, or why the Moon is being eclipsed by some other spherical body other than the Earth. The only land is the haunted house of Count Chocula that exists here, and cereal jumps. Reality is not an option.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tUX_GwmfQar6pjGhoEKOw5Y-JmAEhXsUVxAwb3AQ47EanaiUd_iY79WRE8iJXkfdVZuEUnIBxSxy1kyA3QDlVqh6mEnXtQhESljK4wUdNGuf3l0oKjBk11qhaA0YrLd7BkFC4B46-MQ/s4032/PXL_20201016_184845424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tUX_GwmfQar6pjGhoEKOw5Y-JmAEhXsUVxAwb3AQ47EanaiUd_iY79WRE8iJXkfdVZuEUnIBxSxy1kyA3QDlVqh6mEnXtQhESljK4wUdNGuf3l0oKjBk11qhaA0YrLd7BkFC4B46-MQ/w480-h640/PXL_20201016_184845424.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Thinking about the dead bodies.. all those souls.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> It looks as if he got a vaccination for Covid-19 and it was an early Pfizer prototype and it cause serious brain damage that is permanent. Sure, his living parents received that big check but the damage is done. His hat bottom can be seen penetrating his vacant skull here, sunken down and inward. There is no brain, just horror of memories past remain.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_sl5U8qKzyYnBj56ueCbDqk7XS0bUKo31_oWrqKsUlUlir6xWU9r4NsVL-0OTLMNMz_snxmdhrSNB_sAWYMMisueBo59rbvRzmTjLMIdZiSHDLr9MtQSIWJ2IyV6hE50-Y9eBU86AKk/s4032/PXL_20201016_184938583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_sl5U8qKzyYnBj56ueCbDqk7XS0bUKo31_oWrqKsUlUlir6xWU9r4NsVL-0OTLMNMz_snxmdhrSNB_sAWYMMisueBo59rbvRzmTjLMIdZiSHDLr9MtQSIWJ2IyV6hE50-Y9eBU86AKk/w480-h640/PXL_20201016_184938583.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"> On the back, he's in denial, weaing Count Chocula's cape, and strangely, ears? Still he's not all there anymore. He's insane. He's gone mad completely, and he's weary of eternity. It's half-hearted a scare. He's just saying, like, "Yay, boo and stuff. Ha." but it's flat and he wants to die further and move on to Carol Ann's light but there's no escape. He must wander the Earth for eons from the sins of the flesh. Oddly, the Pillsbury Dough Boy is wearing a Frankenberry costume. Yandel Gonzalez's Cheerio's Bee, BuzzBee is still dead from his kamakazi suicide attack, possibly to the Flonase girl as he digitally starred in that, faking an<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQOd7fXBnu8" target="_blank"> Antonio Banderas voice for Nasonex.</a> "Suffering? I do not like being outside. Now DIE!" Sonny the Cuckoo Bird is perfectly content in the insanity by what seems to be a fireplace. Tentacles consider the Dough Boy. Lucky and Frank mock Boo. Buzzbee has a toilet seat he's about to kill someone with if he can muster it as a poltergeist-bee.</span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc8nAKf-FLAAADt66I05Q0e5nC7gtc4ZfgHw7eqQL5igBN7JMg6_2gZcyLiiWfU544BgQWHPDfOKAMARmjeRMVUvTCFOo3JMqtZXqWT7wNluzIr1O_fayXQdviMH-siPXHySDEe83ucY/s3264/PXL_20201016_185441428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc8nAKf-FLAAADt66I05Q0e5nC7gtc4ZfgHw7eqQL5igBN7JMg6_2gZcyLiiWfU544BgQWHPDfOKAMARmjeRMVUvTCFOo3JMqtZXqWT7wNluzIr1O_fayXQdviMH-siPXHySDEe83ucY/w480-h640/PXL_20201016_185441428.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Never wake up to Boo-Berry madness.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Frankenberry 2020 is also a bit off as you can see here:</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4NPEqljhyzvG38aYj8IbRdF25lPcPePz-q0IfIKBNYZYrZ2wThhpHTvc7zQIAN0E7EcISN01u2ygfwTc6cLtMjT77zU1PP26lRiZ5KhH7L38Yz2HZCqlAhsfWST66YYN3SpdwhmYlP4/s4032/PXL_20201017_033924081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4NPEqljhyzvG38aYj8IbRdF25lPcPePz-q0IfIKBNYZYrZ2wThhpHTvc7zQIAN0E7EcISN01u2ygfwTc6cLtMjT77zU1PP26lRiZ5KhH7L38Yz2HZCqlAhsfWST66YYN3SpdwhmYlP4/w480-h640/PXL_20201017_033924081.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">He's totally lost the 2016 elections and now he's kind of daft. He seems to have a robotic jaw as well, still sporting his chain suspenders and brain-valve pressure-gauge. He seems content as if after a frontal lobotomy. I do not recommend that procedure, btw. You can see the results above. Frank seems to be aware of his surroundings, however, but he is an undead composite of several graveyard bodies and not truly alive as a defiance to God.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0k1dtcPydIbszK-CznZr5jwUBcjWGTJU3lIF0_qtH9Wu7gn-U4fOsiXsBgAk2IEP7lT9i52Uyb5XkRd5QgqBcuS-UNAaCWGu6D3x-1O-hRTprdSv1P5zJ3GyH-k0ZnYBs9IxAOWWd_eg/s1200/milwey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0k1dtcPydIbszK-CznZr5jwUBcjWGTJU3lIF0_qtH9Wu7gn-U4fOsiXsBgAk2IEP7lT9i52Uyb5XkRd5QgqBcuS-UNAaCWGu6D3x-1O-hRTprdSv1P5zJ3GyH-k0ZnYBs9IxAOWWd_eg/w640-h320/milwey.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">How did Boo-Berry 2020 taste? Actually pretty good. A lot less synthetic than the early '70s. Despite the bad art, it's tasty. Too bad it's not 365 days a year, General Mills. Looking forward to a retro box someday. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOhdcECtvoKpIkzT7fqSpez5bOP3waZ1zHDSIBcDWo5JegMJBB5xB5Mkq4e6vv-OVx6tO5foIigpPZa3RYusDhAYr5_oMorGl2YdtVstUgfe8fErG6s2rVGCMFds6oKCvfGE800B_IX4/s3359/franky2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3359" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOhdcECtvoKpIkzT7fqSpez5bOP3waZ1zHDSIBcDWo5JegMJBB5xB5Mkq4e6vv-OVx6tO5foIigpPZa3RYusDhAYr5_oMorGl2YdtVstUgfe8fErG6s2rVGCMFds6oKCvfGE800B_IX4/w640-h494/franky2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy Halloween.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here's a chippy for your patience..</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxkzvup3i01-OeNCx_dU8glbvBFQDjJwywA6T-_v71A2VnJ9q83EzEvgo9EqQatK1eJoba7-xpVsOrxfGDSfAbypvi7uNxKToiRUlzTpM53PUrfo1zaDmLAE9R5yvZ6XMbnHpxomHPlM/s721/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxkzvup3i01-OeNCx_dU8glbvBFQDjJwywA6T-_v71A2VnJ9q83EzEvgo9EqQatK1eJoba7-xpVsOrxfGDSfAbypvi7uNxKToiRUlzTpM53PUrfo1zaDmLAE9R5yvZ6XMbnHpxomHPlM/w426-h640/16.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you're inclined, you can watch the disintegration of commercials from the '70s to the late '90s <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yD7SBXXSVM" target="_blank">here.</a></span></div>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-53799499035834638462020-10-13T21:12:00.000-06:002020-10-13T21:12:23.194-06:00Blessed Carlo Acutis: Patron Saint of the Internet (select)<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFZItL7a2NoHlqt8W4MeKUDRjH4RmQZn35XLuiES1rO3nb474h7XL6TrgIyVHpnI34v2-2uHgSInvohbeu2R9YpG2dJ06lihOZTiAOe-nyZxo7HJ28qTOgSAAC2Vlpizc_yXRj85JUXY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="2536" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFZItL7a2NoHlqt8W4MeKUDRjH4RmQZn35XLuiES1rO3nb474h7XL6TrgIyVHpnI34v2-2uHgSInvohbeu2R9YpG2dJ06lihOZTiAOe-nyZxo7HJ28qTOgSAAC2Vlpizc_yXRj85JUXY/w640-h312/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Looks like we got us a Saint in our midst, pardners!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br />Seems there may be a <i>new</i> Patron Saint of the Internet, <i>laaaadies</i>, and not a moment too soon! A young (though extra-dead) boy by the name of Carlo Acutis is on his way to being canonized in the Catholic Church. The required steps for this is that they have to perform one (no, two sir, two!) TWO miracles no earlier than five years after their death. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUBqj10LY-A64aLq4_BP63PZ0Oyld8EWAv9hetpj_hbrz4PXmZ3vc7i59-lQCw0zkFJHzW4IZNmbH66s3wYvMuqxNK7OmAC71d_cMcYiUUgzNJw6LSDS_xV5iwdiQ9ougyFZGyC0teUc//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="625" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUBqj10LY-A64aLq4_BP63PZ0Oyld8EWAv9hetpj_hbrz4PXmZ3vc7i59-lQCw0zkFJHzW4IZNmbH66s3wYvMuqxNK7OmAC71d_cMcYiUUgzNJw6LSDS_xV5iwdiQ9ougyFZGyC0teUc/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">None other than Carlo Acutis, who died at the age of 15 but performed a miracle recently to an ailing boy in Brazil. How does this work you may ask? <a href="https://youtu.be/Cj8n4MfhjUc?t=23" target="_blank">Let me go on..</a> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUT1qNiRPYU0pT0zOXun4IvDx-VbCGIIh-UiqE7eK78XFaYHYwv3YB2LttxTkpv_oEBuVwGMkSls8NGIoJmGhW_m3RerTuln4dBKMzLRK5emERSVY4DPGQYBWH92TVuZId6m33oueo4w//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="500" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUT1qNiRPYU0pT0zOXun4IvDx-VbCGIIh-UiqE7eK78XFaYHYwv3YB2LttxTkpv_oEBuVwGMkSls8NGIoJmGhW_m3RerTuln4dBKMzLRK5emERSVY4DPGQYBWH92TVuZId6m33oueo4w/w640-h448/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Father Guido Sarducci considers the implications.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">There's more to it (sans religious politics that might waive a few rules from time to time)..</span></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lBrfl0PClNU85uGEdGhJMisqE2DGPXRe1y7q7pVgDplcGY8G6WmDDbt8ikNPjEtRlcGJoMdWgHOmrRcLRBIAPCpK5t4s0k_tIjv24GPu3f94A7wag5yq0uQQs8xkI80r8pnOjGOFRuY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="460" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lBrfl0PClNU85uGEdGhJMisqE2DGPXRe1y7q7pVgDplcGY8G6WmDDbt8ikNPjEtRlcGJoMdWgHOmrRcLRBIAPCpK5t4s0k_tIjv24GPu3f94A7wag5yq0uQQs8xkI80r8pnOjGOFRuY/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Now kiss.. Politics? Potato, Pottattoe, let's call the whole thing off.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The individual has to have led a "virtuous life" by the Church's standard, then be dead (that's the tricky bit). This makes you "Servant of God" status.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb16ZYgYs80kwxhGMNuF1t9Ngv6hrB5_9FI_YKwaWB7zJP3HiDL3gRTRW0zbo1v8AhJnI9mOiL7FNFi1YvUBl-NJ8Dp4RphgTXzCEmogT0P9oT6CsD9oCMKMNmaPWHvvw6BT77icE9AsM//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="738" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb16ZYgYs80kwxhGMNuF1t9Ngv6hrB5_9FI_YKwaWB7zJP3HiDL3gRTRW0zbo1v8AhJnI9mOiL7FNFi1YvUBl-NJ8Dp4RphgTXzCEmogT0P9oT6CsD9oCMKMNmaPWHvvw6BT77icE9AsM/w640-h476/image.png" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Casey Anthony was found not-guilty so therefore led a virtuous life.. fact. Here, we see her cleaning a public restroom and inspecting the quality for COVID-19 safety. Oh, that Casey!</span></i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">After this, the Church has to determine that you were really cool by Catholic rules, then you can make "Venerable" status.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnPDed9RLbJMW-fkUInR54J0_eweDIxsGf0RGkijJlKqp7Ywih6hIUzOsRYybZiRMo6h9IO0c-BMfqnyCLnmtDXX5zg9Z8Zbxk8WMYIAw0E_QJ6FIT1UP_Q3pOEbxIj_Y1ZZ5ew_-ahU//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnPDed9RLbJMW-fkUInR54J0_eweDIxsGf0RGkijJlKqp7Ywih6hIUzOsRYybZiRMo6h9IO0c-BMfqnyCLnmtDXX5zg9Z8Zbxk8WMYIAw0E_QJ6FIT1UP_Q3pOEbxIj_Y1ZZ5ew_-ahU/w640-h640/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ming the Merciless is delighted your loyalty is without measure, and demands you throw yourself on your sword.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i style="font-family: arial;">Then</i><span style="font-family: arial;">, you have to have </span><i style="font-family: arial;">someone pray to you</i><span style="font-family: arial;"> after you're dead, usually with some item of yours clutched in-hand. This is.. awkward, since a lot of people have allegedly died so far. I mean, you could pray to caveman "Unga Bunga" and clutch his 4000 year old femur (say you're an archaeologist as owning human remains is a </span><i style="font-family: arial;">bit </i><span style="font-family: arial;">illegal) and you have a tummy ache and then suddenly it goes away, then this is the path to Sainthood for Mr. Bunga.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlQYaW0PyFFZOCL6OY-RLwcrSXTLOTd10SrJWQHgQ8nCjEiJQiD7MsY-pdGywBil8DQ8-jDF5a9_k6P0UfyZaxTaa-Oph2W8WX22mzWsVnuxmh1hvMclCe9XeVKHfH_sbEV5h86Yo3aA//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="823" data-original-width="1098" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlQYaW0PyFFZOCL6OY-RLwcrSXTLOTd10SrJWQHgQ8nCjEiJQiD7MsY-pdGywBil8DQ8-jDF5a9_k6P0UfyZaxTaa-Oph2W8WX22mzWsVnuxmh1hvMclCe9XeVKHfH_sbEV5h86Yo3aA/w640-h480/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I mean, sure, yeah, I'm a Caveman Saint. I was a Catholic before zero, sure! Here's a TUMMS. Take two, they're small.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Now, sweet Carlo only has "performed" one, so he is in pre-Saint, "Blessed" status (aka beautification).</span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><b>"Acutis’ beatification was first announced in June, after the teen was said to have conducted his first miracle in February. According to Pope Francis, a seven-year-old boy in Brazil was healed of his rare pancreatic disorder after praying to Acutis and coming into contact with one of his t-shirts. " [1]</b></span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, pretty much the whole story is a kid in Brazil with Pancreatic issues prayed to Carlo (who died in 2006 at age 15) for some reason and his pancreatic issue went away. This got to the Pope and moved quickly from "Servant of God" to "Venerable" to "Blessed" within a short few minutes of research. One "miracle" down..</span></p><p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCT8x7oaeJOmy_5Z2uPZU6qfTAZwVOs58uSax5IPtBp6eXfIQpvWLeOEQ9wEQSYY_V8G98gr3W414DRJw0uMPubetR6O4s6Ynyvsmv5BNLxnBtpY5a8kkVUAZJYcMOP9z_uqjvn3SsMo//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="576" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCT8x7oaeJOmy_5Z2uPZU6qfTAZwVOs58uSax5IPtBp6eXfIQpvWLeOEQ9wEQSYY_V8G98gr3W414DRJw0uMPubetR6O4s6Ynyvsmv5BNLxnBtpY5a8kkVUAZJYcMOP9z_uqjvn3SsMo/w640-h338/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here we have a tattoo of Tim Tebow kneeling somewhere off of Hwy 67 near Divide, CO. He had thrown the ball "over those mountains" as Uncle Rico suggested.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">So.. now someone <i>else </i>has to pray to Carlo for something such that a "miracle" can happen <i>again</i>. Nothing here miracle-wise is very specific. It doesn't have to be the same issue or even Internet-related. Carlo was known for making a website once, so that's his patron-Saint moniker. You could pray to Carlo for a rain of Snickers bars to fall on a very hungry Ethiopia for 40 days and if that happened, that would be an acceptable miracle. Added bonus if Toto's, <i>Africa</i> (1982) also plays at a comfortable volume throughout the country (though if you stepped out over the border to Somalia the music and Snickers would, of course, suddenly stop at a sharp line in this case, for obvious pirate-y reasons). Unfortunately, Carlo would <i>not </i>be the patron Saint of any of those things though, just Internet, which, I though was Al Gore, but I'm ahead of myself..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgb8zRW_0tehbJeE4J1L3sosr6tXDKzlJcNWJqNuvSoEzQmtmtcGTzKnOyBg1j4zp6tYbl6oybSrG28lkoXGu8aRtB9xbtol2nNUL3Jc6FhimqgIWtV1gBZmpALquAk3cbXJyYq41CAk//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgb8zRW_0tehbJeE4J1L3sosr6tXDKzlJcNWJqNuvSoEzQmtmtcGTzKnOyBg1j4zp6tYbl6oybSrG28lkoXGu8aRtB9xbtol2nNUL3Jc6FhimqgIWtV1gBZmpALquAk3cbXJyYq41CAk/w640-h480/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Actual border of Ethiopia and Somalia guarded by a rope, pre-Snickers miracle 2021.<br /></i><i>In the background, a Bib-Gourmand restaurant beacons foreign delights with tantalizing orange awnings in a rustic setting. Tonight's menu? Snickers Fricassee ala Chef Nebiyou con frit. Tomorrow's? Dust with a side of AIDS.</i></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Carlo had made a web site <i>once </i>about miracles when he was 11 while living in Italy (note* Italy named itself after delicious American Italian food years ago.. fact.) This was very groovy to the Catholic Church. Pretty much a partial list of miracles and Saints. Understandably, there are a <i>lot</i> of Patron Saints of things in the Catholic Church; some say more than ten <i>thousand</i> of which the entire list is not kept. This means a minimum of more than 20 <i>thousand</i> miracles have been performed by praying to dead people that were just regular folks. Two miracles are required as a minimum to be a Catholic Saint. Um... I have a question about the Old Testament, 1st Commandment here but.. er.. we move on. (more on this later)..</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfW_Q-lihKcdPZk-QNrXcXOJqdVBqTKCpEVcRDdBxCUyuo2vsBhfdDCIbhA2FryHiifq4PVlhCO1T45kqfpCU_3PjmNFtT0S9Ou3zxLv0o8A6nzzs892hfD-GPlIBoHA7CHUp_WT256k//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="408" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfW_Q-lihKcdPZk-QNrXcXOJqdVBqTKCpEVcRDdBxCUyuo2vsBhfdDCIbhA2FryHiifq4PVlhCO1T45kqfpCU_3PjmNFtT0S9Ou3zxLv0o8A6nzzs892hfD-GPlIBoHA7CHUp_WT256k/w427-h640/image.png" width="427" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pizza is 'Murican.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Now here comes the troubling bit.. I mean, what if someone prays again to Carlo and is holding his old Reebok sneaker sans 2005-2006 and has pancreatic cancer and then is also cured.. er.. So would he become the Patron Saint of Pancreatic Cancer Curing instead of the Internet? Maybe? Also, would these clothing relics become Holy Relics and kept in a crypt or the Holy Archives in the Catacombs? Nope. Certainly a Reliquary Holy Shrine would have to be constructed, perhaps in Carlo's case, in Italy (home of American Italian food and Ornella Muti)(actually, maybe a Holy Shrine could be made at Ornella Muti's house if they wanted to) "Don't kill him fazzah, I vwant heem." "Really Aura, your appetites are too dangerous l refuuuuuze." What <i>would</i> Prince Barin say?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpPdIL-O4L_gdWVStiyNOkXdRkEHn9_2-RG77CKNDDT_zynIJPQi2pJbegWmUpz1cEjZHA8WnyHHpw4yUPhsC0vXV8MdkWz5meVozmT8gGadjDANbqR4AULN4785VpK3EPiQl3g68I14//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpPdIL-O4L_gdWVStiyNOkXdRkEHn9_2-RG77CKNDDT_zynIJPQi2pJbegWmUpz1cEjZHA8WnyHHpw4yUPhsC0vXV8MdkWz5meVozmT8gGadjDANbqR4AULN4785VpK3EPiQl3g68I14/w640-h480/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ornella Muti, Itallian actress from </i>Flash Gordon 1980<i>, hides the secret door to the Holy Relics Shrine in her bedroom. This is her whatevah-whatevah everyday outfit. She likes pasta.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, Carlo is on his way, regardless. Catholic politics will undoubtedly push him in that direction as Internet Saint, though, of course, to the annoyed ghost-like dismay of St. Isidore of Seville, the current Patron Saint of the Internet..</span></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTzwxfnBbOwAULmgzo2pSyNA4zR1fYQP6pzS8riox6wcodxG4bSm0sgtdvu6sDBfqLo4P-3eNaR13ua6vzyrapK-3Oy2aJsk8nYnSvE6teT-FY-XXJCdT69B36F5B6lzPeuDZAxrJ89U//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTzwxfnBbOwAULmgzo2pSyNA4zR1fYQP6pzS8riox6wcodxG4bSm0sgtdvu6sDBfqLo4P-3eNaR13ua6vzyrapK-3Oy2aJsk8nYnSvE6teT-FY-XXJCdT69B36F5B6lzPeuDZAxrJ89U/w640-h320/image.png" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Isidore "Izzy" is not pleased here in this selfie from 621 AD when a time traveler gave him the news. His quote about Carlo, "Seriously? I mean, I became an Arch Bishop and a member of the Fourth Council. You know how hard that is? What I had to go through? What'd this kid do? Make a one-page website in an afternoon?"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We can only expect that within 60 days, the Catholic Church will discover another miracle (hopefully something Internet-y) that will solidify his ascension from Blessed to Saint and we can get on with the events and revelry and what-not.</span></span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEambBMwTvt9yKZuWRBUKJyT8l354RkByIT_VNANB4vGy2uBC-_CVlWHtyXNpVx66-gLTuo6i2Fz1ydIx9FVjRtXiT3P74w5ZuELVWpFsWSpj7QbcjfbkwfUrrV8zDAq3dplfQn-2Q0Q//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEambBMwTvt9yKZuWRBUKJyT8l354RkByIT_VNANB4vGy2uBC-_CVlWHtyXNpVx66-gLTuo6i2Fz1ydIx9FVjRtXiT3P74w5ZuELVWpFsWSpj7QbcjfbkwfUrrV8zDAq3dplfQn-2Q0Q/w640-h426/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here, several Cardinals with the painting of the potential white backpack wearing Carlo. Notice no frontal images of the Cardinals looking at Carlo, for obvious reasons. I mean, if he was gonna dress up </i>that<i> way, I mean, what was he </i>expecting<i>?</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Now what gets me is that, well, the whole Saints thing, all ten </span><i style="font-family: arial;">thousand plus</i><span style="font-family: arial;"> of them. The entire list doesn't really exist in its entirety, and some effort has been brought-on to scour the catacombs of the Vatican to try to remedy this. Hippitus Hoppitus deus dominae. I mean not </span><i style="font-family: arial;">too </i><span style="font-family: arial;">many in 2020 are wearing medallions of </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_patron_saints_by_occupation_and_activity" style="font-family: arial;" target="_blank">St. Lidwina, the patron Saint of Ice Skating.</a><span style="font-family: arial;"> or </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zita" style="font-family: arial;" target="_blank">St. Zita, the patron Saint of Waiters</a><span style="font-family: arial;"> (who can also find lost keys.. and I'm not making this up). The whole thing feels like demigods of Roman (and other) times, such as Cardae, the Roman god of door hinges, Saehrimnir, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">The Norse Pig Of Eternal Bacon, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Xochipilli, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">The Aztec God Of Gay Prostitutes, or </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Matshishkapeu,</span><span style="font-family: arial;">The Innu Spirit Of Farts (again, I'm not making this up). I'm certain St. Izzy is a bit peeved since he cornered the market on Internet stuff, and now this young whipper-snapper is taking over his turf! Luckily, St. Izzy's got other semi-official titles under his belt as well, other than the Internet, such as patron Saint of students, computers, etc. So he's got a fallback, and honestly, Izzy could use a break lately, if you think about it.. if you </span><a href="https://roguerocket.com/2020/08/20/netflix-apologizes-for-cuties/" style="font-family: arial;" target="_blank"><i>really</i> think about it.</a></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXlsKTT-SHQ2NtnB1rOhW_x1o9_8efHuKO2jjMckKET1d6rZn3rWOgS6Jrn4l8yCD2GbcgfEVur6bRHVOOVL_m2LDbNFXJ_xtcQjrSR20xuXF62vJVD17Odm5zShx8Bhp-ZxfpPgW98A//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="700" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXlsKTT-SHQ2NtnB1rOhW_x1o9_8efHuKO2jjMckKET1d6rZn3rWOgS6Jrn4l8yCD2GbcgfEVur6bRHVOOVL_m2LDbNFXJ_xtcQjrSR20xuXF62vJVD17Odm5zShx8Bhp-ZxfpPgW98A/w640-h336/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, what's interesting here is the progress to becoming a Saint.. I mean, as long as you were "pretty nice a dude (or gal)" and someone says they pray to you (usually after you die) and then boom-pow, a miracle happens? Well then, sir! You are Blessed! One more time? You sir, are a Saint! (Sorry Roger Moore).</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZQyOKeTyTf_TNRMN3rZPfqQM7Squw8yseUc7sqEczyHpPt3th6DWW4yVFvcgAZ1WP9oaqZMe6XLo0eDbUyZyYP_KMb3rg_pRaWpaImDWkZTlEdgp_f7ipuOZzCjsMv-7IUt9lT-su_E//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><img alt="" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZQyOKeTyTf_TNRMN3rZPfqQM7Squw8yseUc7sqEczyHpPt3th6DWW4yVFvcgAZ1WP9oaqZMe6XLo0eDbUyZyYP_KMb3rg_pRaWpaImDWkZTlEdgp_f7ipuOZzCjsMv-7IUt9lT-su_E//" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I mean, feel free to pray to <i>me</i> after I die (be sure to mention this to the current Pope, btw) and if things come true, well, I lived a pretty okay life and was officially a Catholic, performing most of the sacraments so far (not the marriage or death ones yet, at least by a priest officially, and keep that feather away from my feet!)[Note: this last reference on Last Rites Communion is probably only known to theologians, so I'll explain that once you're done dying, the Priest tickles the foot with a feather, but this manner is highly archaic and antiquated and only a big-brain Cathaholic would get the reference]. I'll try my best to bingo your issue if I can muster it with potential ghost-magic, though please strongly consider some terrestrial, non-corporeal efforts as well beforehand!</span></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxBTAEO5uR59MnVIekRDvtB0XdYgEAvxXifjqHAPiSnizoGY1EdcbdtaxfaTusPLggBMIOJhSKTj6DK2go6H-FFdW3zrZWPalcAOns7nqN3nWcFLK8mm6fDUnn9q6DmX5I4j6Ht-Gco0//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1200" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxBTAEO5uR59MnVIekRDvtB0XdYgEAvxXifjqHAPiSnizoGY1EdcbdtaxfaTusPLggBMIOJhSKTj6DK2go6H-FFdW3zrZWPalcAOns7nqN3nWcFLK8mm6fDUnn9q6DmX5I4j6Ht-Gco0/w640-h390/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The funeral is about to begin... </i>SIR!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Why not give someone a try? Someone maybe deserving and nice? Anyone? We can make a Saint ourselves! What's my recommendation? I strongly feel that John Candy has been a "decent, all-around guy". Why can't John Candy be the patron Saint of Cheeseburgers? I mean, he's dead? Check. He was a nice guy? Check. Was he Roman Catholic? (Googling now..) CHECK! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNGXsgLRkXU" target="_blank">That's a BINGO!</a></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaVLvjVrzrUSdSOiCTavQxsrmNbD-_mewNS5uv45ZC25hv_ujdLCYfnSjBq7IuOCWIddqYQumdzhX8mGIKW7Zq6bDeDeCauyglTwCVNFXIUojs-nmoCb7QuCtyuUTzL1_xNhbbGBi53s//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaVLvjVrzrUSdSOiCTavQxsrmNbD-_mewNS5uv45ZC25hv_ujdLCYfnSjBq7IuOCWIddqYQumdzhX8mGIKW7Zq6bDeDeCauyglTwCVNFXIUojs-nmoCb7QuCtyuUTzL1_xNhbbGBi53s/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hi, I'm all-around dead, Catholic, nice-guy, John Candy.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So all we have to do is need Cheeseburgers, pray to John Candy, someone suddenly </span><i style="font-family: arial;">give </i><span style="font-family: arial;">us a Cheeseburger out of nowhere, rinse, repeat n' tell-a-Pope. </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmZIXPSlhbNiVfYQWt2UH4pM_TpnI_bEGq8fh1Vg6gF8uaYU-6HohiX-NdXp029YEGu-geirUi1hMWdO8ycTw5LouN8Kq9rs8c0AUsUazICw6fqZ5UkJypGkwjbzy3wIgDAuvOmJ3xKY//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmZIXPSlhbNiVfYQWt2UH4pM_TpnI_bEGq8fh1Vg6gF8uaYU-6HohiX-NdXp029YEGu-geirUi1hMWdO8ycTw5LouN8Kq9rs8c0AUsUazICw6fqZ5UkJypGkwjbzy3wIgDAuvOmJ3xKY/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Huh? Whaddaya </i>think?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Now John Candy can be the patron Saint of Cheeseburgers! St. Candy! You'd think he might be.. um.. patron Saint of mud-wrestling, maple-syrup, or more obviously, candy itself, but no; you'd be wrong.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4-PCDzsEAzsnX3h1TsanzjrjnRx-nzs61D7Od1fPPaNqux7TuzLHap4tlvmEU9vwKn_AzGMQT7rf5ytux0DmehrtAz1u-u9MBSKacKuMaiayRd8lv4F6tzqEt_bpikEGFARcYA7IGug//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="711" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4-PCDzsEAzsnX3h1TsanzjrjnRx-nzs61D7Od1fPPaNqux7TuzLHap4tlvmEU9vwKn_AzGMQT7rf5ytux0DmehrtAz1u-u9MBSKacKuMaiayRd8lv4F6tzqEt_bpikEGFARcYA7IGug/w640-h418/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Please, ma'am! I just want to give you a cheeseburger!</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Let's get John Candy to Sainthood! I think he'd like that.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFnOCTruaw03PptPFIGU5-eJxmvv84FUJN-Q2kA2DPgDDpccN7T8U9vkJpBRl5QtPLnKUwQWBJhQYoCmqYNpjlhWVKNBZQvpCThlD26YPWMtyfzy4Z8rxtm775VnaoYHaDoD3KJz1sv0//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="980" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFnOCTruaw03PptPFIGU5-eJxmvv84FUJN-Q2kA2DPgDDpccN7T8U9vkJpBRl5QtPLnKUwQWBJhQYoCmqYNpjlhWVKNBZQvpCThlD26YPWMtyfzy4Z8rxtm775VnaoYHaDoD3KJz1sv0/w640-h519/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>How 'bout it, God?</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Here's your chippy for being good..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM9QO01C7JkIq2Zh9tcn2Kcg8FkITI7yHJozgEQR7Y-x0Sv4ttjnwUj5jaLTRPM1lvekMkFQyVOjj8zVHv1DfNhILOgRLtCPBAepIG6E85MNnwYo3mJpFhWv_yXJH5AfApcPzb4iBgLk//" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1552" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM9QO01C7JkIq2Zh9tcn2Kcg8FkITI7yHJozgEQR7Y-x0Sv4ttjnwUj5jaLTRPM1lvekMkFQyVOjj8zVHv1DfNhILOgRLtCPBAepIG6E85MNnwYo3mJpFhWv_yXJH5AfApcPzb4iBgLk/w640-h360/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1266715297/second-to-nun-dont-start-nun-wont-be-nun-1" target="_blank">Second to Nun, the Motion Picture</a></i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Out..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: UniversNextPro-Regular, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Respect where respect is due Bibliography (because Bryan Adams tried to sue me years ago)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: UniversNextPro-Regular, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">[1] www.dazeddigital.com, <i>Life Culture & News</i>, Dawson, 12 October 2020</span></p></div>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-25296882535293417882018-10-10T01:22:00.002-06:002018-10-10T03:17:19.690-06:00Atlas Coffee Club Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Coffee will kill dogs due to their liver not being able to process it. This is actually a broth "coffee" made for dogs as a gimmick. Do not feed your dogs coffee (except Pitbulls.. you can kill those off, as they eat toddler skulls as a trick-or-treat snack.)</i></td></tr>
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A lot of people are finally escaping the hot-corn-syrup excuse of Starbucks. I suspect eventually that company will simply serve the syrup in hot cups alone, Pumpkin Spice Latte be-damned (it is that season for filthy Uggs and blonde imbibers of synthetic hot corn syrup to descend on the green, naked mermaid's lair once again, quaffing away at the synth-calorie plastic, liquefied corn-poison they call coffee while listening to streaming, multi-compressed low-fi streaming audio by the likes of Spotify and Pandora for "convenience" watching CGI junk in awe, dismissing anything quality). Worse still, the convenience of home in 1000x marked-up Keurig Cups synth-plastic, pre-ground jokes with coffee companies laughing their way to the bank. Both business models use the cheapest coffee possible. "But I like the </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">taste!</i><span style="font-size: x-large;">".. you're dead to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A few important points about coffee quality for those who are not in-the-know:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Light / Medium Roasted beans (Dark Roast hides mistakes and is a trick companies play)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Roasted that week or it goes stale and is junk (should have a roasting date on the package)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Stored darkly, sealed, and coolly but not frozen or refrigerated (looses moisture)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not ground until ready to brew</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Should be ground in even pieces (like a burr grinder)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Brewed within 30 seconds of grinding</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Should be brewed at 195-200 deg. using <i>filtered</i> water (it's 2 ingredients, make 'em count)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Allowed to <a href="https://youtu.be/liGwcuFyaNY?t=414" target="_blank">"soak" and "bloom"</a> (<a href="https://youtu.be/CIoG1GKjtfQ?t=25" target="_blank">Bonavita</a>-BV1900TS does this nicely) as it out-gasses CO2.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">You need to brew a minimum of 4 cups at a time but no more than 10.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;">Drink immediately (or within 5 minutes) of brewing (not stored on a heating element).</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Still, a few free-thinkers, a few <i>intelligent </i>folks are realizing that Starbucks, Keurig Cups taste like synth-syrup or plastic (or both) and moving on to new coffees and brewing techniques such as the <a href="https://www.seattlecoffeegear.com/chemex-classic-series-coffeemaker">Chemex</a> (or similar brand) pour-over technique with a temperature-controlled <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Electric-Gooseneck-Variable-Temperature-Control/dp/B07892CN9B">goose-neck</a> water pot which is even cheaper and easier than a drip-pot and using their own bean-grinder such as a <a href="https://www.breville.com/us/en/products/coffee/bcg820.html" target="_blank">Breville</a> or even a <a href="https://www.cuisinart.com/shopping/appliances/coffee_makers/cbm-20" target="_blank">Cuisinart</a> burr-grinder (instead of that hyper-cheap blade-grinder for $9 [the reason the blade one is bad is because it indiscriminately cuts all the pieces of coffee unevenly, so some pieces will be powder and some chunks, the mill/burr grinder does best in keeping the coffee micro-pieces uniform for a better taste when brewing]) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Some go for the French Press style which is a plunger-action type requiring you to force the coffee through a pressurized self-help means but I find that messy and temperature is lost during the process with percolator-sized pieces; but whatever floats your boat. I just didn't care for the taste or sludge that came out of that in the end. Very '90s trend. Just stay away from Starbucks and Keurig at all costs.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh no! You have to use Keurig brand expensive throw-away plastic-flavored cups! Oops! This pack wasn't designed for your health, <span style="font-size: 12.8px;">palette</span>, or wallet in-mind!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Okay, so I got my grinder and my brewing device.. What kind of coffee to <i>get?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Well</i>.. first make sure the roasting-date is labeled and it's whole-bean.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, it's a matter of <i>taste</i>. (To <i>some </i>degree.. I'm not saying you should drink swill like an uncivilized animal Starbucks-zombie) Some can start cheaply with simply Dunkin' Donuts brand but I warn you those beans have been roasted over a month ago, sitting in your supermarket for weeks after a long shipping on a massive truck, and it's a blend from various sources. Vacuum sealed, sure but.. preservatives are added and.. not so good. Still, something like that for the bean-uninitiated is okay to start with for practice and cost. You want to initially dial-in your settings on your grinder and brewer. Waste a few pots, it's cheap. Once that's down-pat with your brewing technique, you'll find it's actually LESS difficult to work with than Keurig's cup-system. If you're too lazy and just want to "hit a button and go" then you're dead to me and, quite honestly, you're probably dead as well if you can't make a basic cup of coffee you lazy zombie-consumer. It's <b>not </b>too late though; <b>wake up!</b> Be awoke! <a href="http://atlas.coffee/SHARE-JQ3YG">Coffee is the best start back to humanity! </a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Good examples are Jamaican Blue Mountain, Kona, Colombian, and Ethiopian (arguably). Trick here is getting them roasted freshly, not some gray-market Canadian re-export version that's been sitting already roasted months ago in vats, rotting away and YOU being over-charged. Some JBM coffees can run $60-$80 a pound such as Mavis Bank or Jablum but is usually so mass-produced it's not good as it used to be in the early 1990's, and honestly, I feel they've lost their way. The best way to get <i>that</i> brand is to go there yourself and get the roaster to make you a fresh batch.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Jamaican coffee roasters. This is how it's done there. Yeah, it's on the ground. yeah, they ain't wearin' gloves. yeah, there's some dirt in it (but not a lot of dirt). Enjoy. This is how all coffee is made and processed. Actually, this is far cleaner than most. You should see the Starbucks plant. They have bugs in the coffee too, and there's an FDA acceptable amount. At least you don't see those here.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">For JBM, I find <a href="https://www.bluemountaincoffee.com/products">bluemountaincoffee.com</a> is pretty okay, even the hybrids from Papa New Guiana are okay. I've tried some of the <a href="https://www.bluemountaincoffee.com/products/single-estate/flamstead-estate-100-jamaica-blue-mountain-coffee">Micro Estates</a> and found them to be exceptional enough. I'm not certain of the Peaberry versions (beans that are uniform in size and round-ish) to be worth the extra bucks. Some say yes but the burr-grinder tends to sort a lot of that out anyway. One argument is the density, moisture, and uniformity of the actual bean (seed) itself is the same texture, flavor-distribution, etc. Maybe. Maybe so. My palette stops there; </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I would consider my taste palette "advanced". </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> I've tried both back-to-back in a controlled environment and don't notice a difference. I don't think it's worth a 50% to 75% markup, really. I found the website's rumcake offerings lately on that site to be pretty okay but synthetic-ish and over-priced like a Kum & Go gas-station rumcake (if that's a thing?) Worth a try.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>You wanna get some coffee? This is Rusty Nail. I'm lookin' for my Candy Cane. (forlorn.. Caaaandy Caaaaane?) <span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Apologize</span>..</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">For <a href="https://www.lovebigisland.com/kona-coffee-tasting/">Kona</a>, stay away from Kawaii (it has a rooster on the front) as I've been to their plantation (used to be a sugar cane plantation until corn-syrup took over for a primary sweeter in the US so there's more money in coffee now and easier to grow, hence the fatness of the US now, as it's "even in the green beans" - Lewis Black). I strongly recommend visiting the plantations and trying "their best". Hawaii is <i>fairly</i> easy to do this as you need no passport and you can go on a <a href="https://www.lovebigisland.com/kona-coffee-tasting/">coffee tour</a>. Problem with the Kauai-brand plantation is that the soil is heavy in iron. I personally can taste the bloody-taste of the iron in the coffee (I said my palette was advanced.) Some can't, but I myself stay away from that rooster-logo (the island has got a <a href="https://www.yburban.com/blog/2-gay-roosters">TON of roosters</a>). I'd recommend main-island coffee for Hawaiian, such as <a href="https://www.greenwellfarms.com/kona-coffee-greenwell-specialty-p/privateres.htm">Greenwell Farms' Private Reserve.</a> (been there too) though it didn't get more than an 87 on the Coffee Reviews website (though they have a crazy bias towards <a href="https://www.coffeereview.com/highest-rated-coffees/">Ethiopian</a>). You can try <a href="https://www.kitchensanity.com/coffee/best-kona-coffee-review/">these </a>if you want. I'd be curious to hear your reviews!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now if you want to experience NEW coffee... to try out new things from micro-farms.. Micro-farms are small-batch locations that often don't have the real-estate but take often better care of their plantations than mega-coffee locations. Because they have small crops they can attend to the coffee trees better and with more attention than robots or machines. Some admit it often tastes better, though a lot of the cost and overhead is a bit daunting to some, and might cost over $40 a pound or more. For really good coffee, usually you're going to pay around there anyway. Quit your whining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, there's a few <a href="https://urbantastebud.com/best-coffee-subscription-boxes/">COFFEE CLUBS</a> out there that for about $9-$29 will send you a half-pound (or more) per month to try new things you brave adventurers! I've read reviews on several and I eventually joined the <a href="http://atlas.coffee/SHARE-JQ3YG">Atlas Coffee Club</a> (whole-bean with light/medium roast) fairly recently to "poke around" the world for $9. Nine bucks (or so). A reasonably nice business model where they sample green (unroasted) beans from various sources around the world and then roast them there at their shop and mail it to you sealed ensuring a less-than 3-day roasted timeline. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, NO! I've spilled my coffee all over my shirt! What am I to do! Soooo much </i>cream!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">So far I've had Nicaraguan and Indonesian. If you like more you can buy more at a discount. They send a nice postcard from the region (they make it themselves) and tasting notes and brewing suggestions (if you have more than a drip-pot). It's pretty fun and different and definitely far cheaper than buying $80/lb JBM, honestly. It's pretty decent and worth a try. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Comes in a non-descript Atlas box with a postcard, the sealed coffee in a decorative, theme-based design, and a tasting-notes brew-suggestion card. Pretty basic. Beans are non-uniform in size but smell <i>very </i>rich. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I found delivery was timely and tidy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">My first sampling was from a Nicaraguan microfarm and tasted like a caramel-dipped green apple. (!?) The caffeine it offered was so high I temporarily turned into a Gerry B. like character from <i><a href="https://youtu.be/ySgOds3bzcc?t=13">Easy Rider</a>, "Here's to the first of the day, gentlemen!"</i> It was fruity and light and sparkly (pretty much the opposite of JBM which tastes like chocolate custard). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was then sent coffee beans next month from an Indonesian farm and it's an odd combination of wheatgrass and Mississippi-Mud Pie (but tasty). I 'm ordering more of that as Atlas offers a discount when you buy more than the club monthly subscription (and more bonus bucks for other swag in the way of mileage). You get miles for your "travels" and it adds up to bonus points for free items you can pick on their website.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Anyway, so far so good. Unusual, but that's the adventure of travel. It's hard to pick a specific region and Starbucks burns everything to homogenize low-quality by calling it "French Roast" (aka burnt) for cost-effectiveness (and their water is tap so..[yes I know it's <i>supposedly </i>filtered. with a sock]) then hidden with corn-syrup.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Starbucks Pumpkin Spice synth-latte burns for over 30 hours, now with MORE CORN!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://atlas.coffee/SHARE-JQ3YG">If you choose this link, I get my next month free and you get $10 off when you sign-up (so your next month is free too). Go ahead and look into it first. There's no obligation to buy (unlike Gold's Gym or Columbia House) and you can stop any time (no minimum number of months). </a> It's the only Coffee Club that allows this, which is nice. So if you're bold and want to try new coffees, go this way! I recommend it. If you don't like it yourself, I'll refund you as well personally (just email me and I'll send the cash via PayPal.) <a href="https://youtu.be/EYdpy9ShoVU?t=28">Now I'll buy THAT for a Dollar!</a> Usually the cost is $9 and you might ask, "..but Mike, you said good coffee was over $40? Yes, but these micro-farms are not well-known and need a leg-up. Atlas gives them some help getting their name out there beyond the JBMs, Colombians, Konas, etc.) It's nice to support smaller crops instead of the Mega Corporations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">and, as always, one for the ladies..</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-64015955344826691392018-09-25T22:20:00.002-06:002018-09-25T22:20:31.729-06:00Mike Cronis is Arctic Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So America is at odds with itself in a cultural civil-war based on a psychology that most people don't recognize. Ultimately, we have the new, post-modernist younger generation versus the older, modernist generations. Such reflects very contrastingly in society, media, work-ethic, etc. At first, I blamed Millennials, aka "Generation Zero" and subsequently the "Generation Snowflake" starting-up, self-entitled, narcissistic, whiny babies who want to be always gushed-over and treasured for their choices and "self-identification" defying-biologistic, truth. One could argue, "ah, but <i>who's</i> truth" in the vein of elegantly-put Akira Kurosawa's <i>Rashomon</i> (1950). Indeed, everyone's point-of-view, everyone's "truth" is correct from their standpoint... except in scientific evidence which refutes anyone's argument. Most of the more recent generationals would never watch <i>Rashomon</i>, nor would they have any understanding or patience. Indeed, these newer generations seem <i>afraid</i> to even look at the previous ones, avoiding older films like the Black Death like a devilish imp might hide from holy light, "It burns! It <i>burns!"</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Older media reflects on society at-the-time. Modernism is what America was all about, starting around 1910 (though some would argue 1860). Basically, Modernism is hard-work equals success. Modernism is a lot of things, but function defines form. Scientific research through hard work improves the world. Some things can be symbolic, however, and there's not "all seriousness" about it. It can be argued, as was by C.S.Lewis that Modernism might be "chronological snobbery", that new = better. This is not the case. Modernism merely considers to break-up traditionalism (see <i>Fiddler on the Roof </i>(1971)) with more sensical choices; improvement through hard-work and creativity. "Truth and beauty derives from effort. If you work at something hard enough, you will find truth. Now, it doesn't matter what that truth <i>is</i>, but if you work hard enough, you will find enlightenment, and success. You can see examples of this in New York architecture, such as The Empire State Building, ending in a point. All your hard work starts in a base and builds to a spire. Anybody can reach these truths, just work hard, and there it is." [sic] RCR (2016). Modernism died-out about the year 2000 and gave-way to Post-Modernism which started around 1945.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Post-Modernism is not quite the opposite of Modernism. It's <i>past</i> Modernism to a sense, and defines the last 16 years of generational humanity in the US. Basically, it defines a complete mistrust of Modernism, that hard-work does NOT equal success, and it's better to accept things as-is. Acceptance of imperfection is perfection. Why work hard if it all goes away eventually? It's arguably more critical of analysis, however. Post Modernism <i>is</i> heavy criticism (see YouTube) as well. It rejects the individual's efforts and prefers the anarchistic collective (see <i>Walking Dead</i>). Post-Modernism rejects the notion that anything presented is more valuable than anything else. Any media is equally as good as any other media. Those who loved <i>Star Trek</i> (recent films) as much as the earlier 1966 <i>Star Trek</i> TV series (and subsequent films) <i>equally</i>. Everything deserves to be considered as "worthy". Snowflake-Generation. "Know those alternative comedy rooms where the comedian doesn't even prepare, he's just "wingin' it"? <i>Sometimes</i> it's good but usually not, and you're just supposed to experience it "as it comes out" and whatever that is, doesn't matter if he worked hard at it or not, that's <i>truth</i>. That's <i>excellence.</i> Sounds <i>unfair</i>, doesn't it? Especially for somebody in the audience who works a physical job who works hard all the time but isn't successful quite yet. From <i>their</i> perspective, this jack-o just shows up and blabs and gets all this undeserved success and recognition. From <i>their </i>perspective, there is no hard labor or <i>work</i> in that." [sic] RCR (2016).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Problem is, Post-Modernism, without any effort, makes <i>all things</i> seem both excellent.. and <i>not</i> excellent. There's a mediocrity, a communistic vibe of over-balance. Nothing is best, because everything is okay. Just like those "participation awards" given in school. Is it wrong? Yes and no. Makes Modernist parents grumble that their kid gets a lame trophy for doing nothing. Makes Modernist parents who's kid is the best at a sport or class not valued more than the dumb or slow kid. "Hey, my kid got straight-A's and is the MVP in basketball!" Not as important as D-minus kid who gets that dodge-ball smashed at Mach-11 into his face because he's just standing there grinning and drooling. Grr, right? Maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Post-Modernists started in 1945 with the nuclear bomb, a nice little metaphor there for the kids, duck-and-cover not withstanding. So the idea is here that despite man's best works, it can all be annihilated instantly with a wink, so why try? If all your hard work can be just washed away like a sand-castle, then what's the point of all that toil? Makes sense a bit, right? Instead, just frolic and accept Life as it is. This notion is a bit dangerous. Current Youth, current fans of what seems to be Communism and Socialism think that everything should be shared. That's actually a very Christian doctrine, even if sharing is indeed forced by a governmental agency. The Youth believe that the wealthy have not toiled for their wealth, that it just happened, either by ancient inheritance or dumb luck of some kind or was just born under the right stars. Such easily come-by wealth should indeed be shared! This is an understandable point-of-view, but it is flawed. The notion that someone is wealthy for no good reason except luck is an ancient Arabic belief. If you read </span><i style="font-size: x-large;">1001 Nights</i><span style="font-size: medium;"> and the collection of </span><i style="font-size: x-large;">Tales of the Arabian Nights</i><span style="font-size: medium;"> the overall theme is that fortune comes from blind luck and is purely random. Fortune, wealth, benefit, all comes from a random consequence without any effort by the individual. Likewise, misfortune also comes from randomness, usually in the form of a djinn, efreet, or genie. Now, the Post-Modernist, today's Youth believe in this very much. Hillary voters, particularly young ones, really, really take this to heart. They believe that their misfortune: student-loans, poverty, being unliked, etc. is a random event and NOT one that they brought onto themselves. They do not accept the concept that their lives they lived up to that point caused where they are today. Indeed, it's more of a bad-luck idea, that misfortune just occurs and they deserve and demand balance amongst Americans! It's not their fault they are where they are now! The concept of cause-and-effect are alien notions; mythologically convenient lies by the rich and affluent. Furthermore, those that are rich (ie. the 1%'ers) came upon their fortune by no good reason.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Post-Modernist basis is unlikely. Though true, there is beauty in just the way things are, the purity of it, there is also beauty in great works of man. It's my belief a 2002 Pontiac Firehawk is more beautiful than a 1975 Chevette and is superior to it, but then again, I'm a Modernist. I believe with my heart that work = success. Now, there are some that fail the Modernist design. Some work and work and work and get nowhere, usually due to a society stigma, such as India expecting to stay within a Caste System, or being too dumb to make that work actually beneficial towards improvement. The "getting stuck in a rut" failing. Sometimes, with a nod to Post-Modernism, you sometimes just can't get lucky based on various factors as well. I've known quite a few decent musicians who get nowhere and some poor ones do well for themselves as an example.</span></span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-57783642135585281222016-11-09T00:48:00.001-07:002016-11-09T00:48:50.884-07:00Trump WINS!<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbM6WbUw7Bs" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-47572225608955781012016-07-19T12:00:00.000-06:002016-07-19T12:00:04.442-06:00The Magnificent Seven: The Motion Picture 2016<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Sigh. Sure aren't enough REEEEEEBOOTS this year! <a href="http://mikecronis.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-gb-diaries-days-of-future-dip.html" target="_blank">GB must be thrilled</a>! Movie trailers over the last few years have <i>insisted</i> on a subwoofer-dive (also known as a bass drop) effect. You can hear it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUWKwKZNyhE" target="_blank">here</a>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It's <i>supposed </i>to create a sort of focusing effect that draws attention in some way, perhaps slowing-down the action in a scene, adding dread, etc. I'm pretty sure it was first used in <i>Star Wars</i> (1977) when Obi Wan was shutting down the Death Star's tractor-beam (which had script written in its own Empire language-base, later changed to English for the ruined, "Special" editions). You can <a href="https://youtu.be/k0GNAJwxTnQ?t=2m13s" target="_blank">CLICK THIS LINK</a> to see the original theatrical shut-down sequence (having a subwoofer helps). In <i>Star Wars</i>, the effect was put to good use. It's pretty easy to duplicate on a computer, just a (for x=500 to 1; play sound (x) Hz; next) kind of a thing (syntax based on whatever your flavor-language-of-the-month is). In <i>Star Wars </i>it was likely done using an analog tone-generator and a knob, manually, but this can also be accomplished with a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd4jvtAr8JM" target="_blank">Theremin</a>. Whatev's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Now you'll hear this subwoofer-dive bass-drop in a lot of movie trailers, usually inappropriately so. I remember the worst such case was in the trailer for the film, Disney's <i>The Lone Ranger </i>(2013) at the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjFsNSoDZK8" target="_blank">2:17 mark</a> when a train-piece flies through the sky. What is that, a <i>wrench?</i> Something like that...</span><br />
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Nope. The movie bombed terribly because it was very unrealistic. I find a film that requires me to NOT have to have a suspension of disbelief usually is very good, though some boring dramas are painful to watch as they're very dry so that formula is not the best one to make a good movie. There is a need for a bit more to keep my interest, but attention-to-little-details, (such as the minutia in Ridley Scott's <i>Alien</i> (1979)) make for a good film, as well as actor-interaction (which makes <i>Walking Dead</i> and <i>Captain America: Civil War </i>ultimately fail for me, personally because they all act like 13 year-old kids). By comparison, in <i>Alien</i>, though not "perfect", the actors are at-odds over contractor fees, quarantine concerns, power-struggles very subtle over finishing coffee.. very <i>real</i> stuff. Background items in <i>Alien</i> such as checklist yellow-stickies as temporary procedures is spot-on with current space-operations today. Little details like catalogue cut-outs taped to personal sleeping quarters of the latest new car when they get back, etc. are very distant and subtle, and it makes for a realistic ambiance. Even the beer in the film was Coloradan with Weyland/Yuntai logos on it (the buyers for the ore and also Ash's over-riding agency that makes him attempt to collect an alien) made just for a few scenes! It's little stuff like that which make a film great.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> People and clothes being dirty when it's, well, dirty outside makes sense. </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> (1967) is a </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">dirty</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Western because showers were rare and hard to come-by and often too expensive over a cigar anyway, as well as barbers and shaving. John (Marion) Wayne film-lovers like that King Arthurian Legend Western dimestore style where the secondary hero is shot, turns on his stiff-bodied heel in a pirouette, still blood-trickle out of the corner of the mouth, lilly held against the chest, falls, and tells John, "Get 'em for me, Chief!" then tilts-head and dies quietly, eyes closed. Stupid. It's my choice though. It's what </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">I </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">like. Not the John Wayne, Disney Western stuff, I like the grittier, rawer, more realistic stuff. Just me. I've lived a LOT of life. I've done a LOT of things; been in the dirt; been in war twice (not in a trench, mind-you). I've seen C-beams glitter off the shoulder of Orion, etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I prefer the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_b2fD8wblY" target="_blank">real stuff</a>. (careful on that click)..;p There's very little of that now-a-days. Keep in-mind that if it's a fantasy/sci-fi piece, if it keeps with the physics-defying mythology, I'm okay with that too. Hercules is very strong, Superman </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">can indeed </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">fly, Ninjas can teleport with a smoke-bomb, lasers make sounds (pew-pew), sure. Okay. It's </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">accepted</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> as mythological okay-ness, and my suspension of disbelief is not taxed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">This year (like 1996), there are no <i>very </i>good movies yet, and only a handful of mediocre films, which is concerning to the cinemaphile such as myself. <i>Zootopia</i> was a kid's flick, but okay if you're into that. I just watched <i>Deadpool</i> (a character I despise) and didn't like it, though I give 1/2 star for a poorly-rendered X-Men's Colossus who stayed in-character. Wade is a discount, sociopathic Spiderman with a penchant for vulgarity who I don't care about his survival because he's quasi-immortal and therefore very boring like Marvel's <i>Beyonder</i>. Is anyone worried that Wade is going to die? Nope. Writers had to create tension by adding a mortal girlfriend. Yawn. <i>Deadpool</i> is a jerk who's immortal with a bad, sleepy storyline that makes me care less about him more than ever. Got great reviews though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I consider myself a Modernist; that is, awesome comes from hard-work. Today's society is the opposite, Post-Modernism, which indicates that everything is equally perfect as-is, which means <i>nothing </i>really is truly great and like Ourbus it eats its own tail. Effort is not required in post-modernism, you just get.. well, lucky. It almost has an early Arabic feel to that, such as in the earliest tales of <i>1001 Arabian Nights</i> which I recommend reading when you're over 30 years old. The recent <a href="https://youtu.be/hoxqtnI4I4c?t=9m5s" target="_blank">Real Car Reviews nicely touches on that during a review of the PT Cruiser.</a> Ultimately, this lazy Generation Zero and the forthcoming Snowflake Generation want to be special without being special, and <i>Deadpool</i> is circumstantially omnipotent and simultaneously narcissistic-sociopathic. Definitely the "rap music" generation gets this guy, success = no-work + easy-crime. Whereas a Modernist thinks, success = suffer + work over time. It's my opinion the post-modernist will fail, surviving only on liberal-minded socialism to trickle-feed the unlucky (99% of every lazy person) and the Nation will fall. Marijuana helps this along nicely and feeds into that design, "The rich will share their wealth with my lazy, high ass so I can do <i>nothing!</i>" The rich MUST be FORCED to do so. The Modernists who WORKED <i>MUST</i> pay-up! Clash of psychologies there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So there's a <i>remake </i>of one of the most world-renowned films of all-time, <i>The Magnificent Seven</i>. This film was made in 1960 and is considered one of the best Westerns ever made. Arguably I don't think so as some of the acting is hammy at-times. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abwMykCREW0" target="_blank">Watch the 1960 trailer on YouTube if you want.</a> It's not terrible, and the overall theme is very good. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> This movie is considered sacred-ground, that is, it's part of the <i>Criterion Collection</i> I mentioned earlier as being culturally significant, such as is with <i>Lawrence of Arabia </i>or <i>Star Wars </i>(the first one, sorry Millennials [not]) and, apparently <i>Ghostbusters The Motion Picture 2016</i>. Such films in society are perfect and cannot be improved-upon. Recently, such movie-hacks such as JJ Abrams have tried to sneak-in their versions of <i>Star Trek II</i> and <i>Gone in 60 Seconds</i> (the original 1974 is brilliant aside from non-actors attempting to act.. I recommend watching it, and also the 60-second VITAL introduction by the director's wife now on BluRay).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Indeed, it was based-on the 1954 film <i>Seven Samurai </i>by Akira Kurosawa as an "Americanized" (aka worsened.. though sometimes bettered) version. So, what would I have changed? Better acting and a slower-pace. I wouldn't mind the director of <i>Hell on Wheels</i>, particularly the saloon gunfight-scene in the most recent episode puts Sergio Leone to shame (or honors him, whichever) to re-direct <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rvY-IXJ5Gg" target="_blank"><i>The Magnificent Seven </i>2016</a>. Not happening. Might as well have been Michael Bay. Check out the trailer.. as you do, I want to point-out that any subwoofer-dive bass-drop gets one-star lost from the overall score. Maximum score can be 5 stars. Each bass-drop removes a full star. Any non-period music also removes a full-star (sorry Tarantino).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">What's <i>more</i> insulting is the music, which is a remake of <i>House of the Rising Sun</i> by a band called, "Heavy Young Heathens" borrowed insultingly by "The Animals" (1964) which a song about a whore-house in New Orleans. <i>The Magnificent Seven</i> is originally about a group of hired gunmen to protect a village in Mexico. This is stupid. There's plenty of Mexican songs to choose from that would be appropriate, or heck, they could MAKE one, but this generation is all about stealing, not working. Modernism v. Post-Modernism. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Movie machines rob and scavenge music hoping no one notices. Sorry, I do, and it's inappropriate and rude. Sure, the composer's gonna get a big cut of $900,000 but James Horner or John Williams in your arsenal means it's going to be memorable and noteworthy and take you up 2 stars JUST FOR THE MUSIC instead of a garage band attempting <i>Tom Sawyer</i> by Rush for $3.50 and street-cred. No, you won't get lucky, and neither will that garage band.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">So, SEVERAL subwoofer-dives, SEVERAL modern-music licks to get the distracted-generation to look away from their iBricks, and cut-scenes, and jump-cuts, and bang-bang! Oh, and look, a black-guy because we're modern and black-lives-matter! Not to say that in 1860 he'd be taken into slavery in Mexico, or Texas, or wherever, and the prejudice at the time would make him ineloquent and speak pidgen-talk like Jim from <i>Huckleberry Finn</i>. It would be an odd curiosity he'd have an IQ over 70 and 99.9% couldn't read or be allowed a fire-arm or be allowed to ride a horse. Yep. He'd be mocked as a curio and attacked EVERYWHERE in the entire world except parts of Africa (where he'd just be attacked by warring tribesmen, and THEN enslaved). Sure. Black cowboy. Okay, fine. Impossible, but whatever. Maybe in 1910 or 1920, but NOT 1860. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhgMEi5aqmY" target="_blank"> Impossabaruuuuu!</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not watching this junk. Bad actors, bad acting, bad music, pew-pew. Dumb, and it's no Criterion Edition Ghostbusters The Motion Picture 2016 5 STAR God-ness.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Well Mike, what about an all-cowgirl cast of </i>The Magnificent Seven?</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">and for the ladies..</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm<i> your </i>cowboy<i>.</i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">No? Okay how about this one...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll just lie here on this fallen tree limb and sort of wait with my lemon-Fruit-Stripe-gum-belt melts.</i></td></tr>
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-84516666654726807552016-07-18T05:10:00.001-06:002016-07-18T05:10:56.551-06:00Sony Pays for Positive Ghostbuster Reviews<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So the second worst movie of all-time-and-space just came out a bit ago, <i>Ghostbusters 2016: The Motion Picture</i>. The original had a very good chemistry and if you haven't seen it it's culturally significant enough to be in the <a href="http://ghostbusters.wikia.com/wiki/1989_Criterion_Collection_master_of_Ghostbusters" target="_blank">Criterion Collection</a>, which is a <i>big </i>deal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The new version has a female lead-role cast and is pretty terrible. Jokes fall flat, the special-effects are television-worthy and low-budget, and the characters are not believable and also insultingly stereotypical. I'm actually surprised the </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Black Lives Matter</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> gang doesn't attack movie-go'ers because of Leslie Jone's vulgar portrayal of the black-community, making </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Madea 9: Tough Love</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> starring Tyler Perry seem like </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Malcom: X</i><span style="font-size: x-large;">. It's painfully insulting to the point of making even me angry. She might as well have worn black-face and announced "Mammy!" at every scene. Yes, "Mammy!" Now you say it right now. Mammy! There, you did it. See?</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Leslie Jones as </i>Aunt Jemima<i> in Ghostbusters 2016, honoring the struggle of ebony women everywhere<br />Junior love dem pan-cakes! MAMMY!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> If you've seen the <i>Clone Wars</i> film that came out in the theaters in 2008 when the female lead role is asked, "You're a Jedi?" and she announces, "I'm a <i>girl</i>, you got a problem with that? Hmph!" Pout.. aaaaand.. end scene! That's a wrap! Ugh. Stop. Just stop. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>This was </i>Clone Wars<i> in the theater. I saw it. God help me.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Though the movie is bombing hard in the theaters and will not even break-even, </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Rotten Tomatoes</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> as well as the dubious </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Washington Post</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> are heralding this film as a 5-star winner. Be advised that other 5-star films by </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">RT</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> are, </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Star Wars, Seven Samurai, Godfather, Cassablanca, Gone with the Wind, Shawshank Redemption, Lord of the Rings, Blade Runner, 12 Angry Men (1957), Goodfellas, Chinatown, Enter the Dragon, The Thing (1982), Silence of the Lambs, The Sound of Music, Rear Window, Rocky, Once Upon a Time in the West, Ben Hur, </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">and </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Lawrence of Arabia</i><span style="font-size: x-large;">. Oh, and apparently </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Ghostbusters 2016</i><span style="font-size: x-large;">. Yeah.... this new movie is 5 stars? Best of all time? So good it deserves to be saved and ^*&^ing maintained in an indestructible vault such that, in case all of mankind doth perish, all those movies listed above, along with, and rightly-so, </span><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Ghostbusters 2016</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> should be preserved for all time, lest we not walk silently into the ever night, let our souls be saved in art and through our best works of our existence to stand the test of Time for all eternity, let our voices be heard as a once and great species in the Universe! God help us...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The new </i>Ghostbusters 2016<i> film is more noble and awe-inspiring than this, apparently to the </i>Washington Post</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The film deserves 1/2 star. Go and create a small account on <i>Rotten Tomatoes</i> right now and rate is properly as 1/2 star. My only guess is that Sony Pictures paid hundreds of people to give it a 5-star review, and <i>The Washington Post </i>which is now forever invalid to me as a money-grabbing, dishonest and dead rag of Satanic lies. Sony spiked the punch in the same way Putin put his men in positions of law and power in the Ukraine 5 years prior to invading it to gunk-up the works and make the Ukrainian defence fail.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I've really put you through a lot, haven't I? Well, that's brothers for you: they always know which buttons to press. </i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It's not <i>Rotten Tomatoes'</i> fault, really. It's just a database. It can't scan for paid, immoral reviewers, though you'll notice that these reviewers ONLY HAVE ONE REVIEW!.. Yes, and that review is <i>Ghostbusters 2016</i>! The movie was SOOOOOOOO good, sooooo amazing, that people RAN to their computers, logged-on and created accounts to review just THIS ONE film because it moved them so deeply on such an internal level, on a MOLECULAR level that they HAD to give this film 5 stars! Oddly, a lot of these reviewers then deleted their accounts right after that one review as well. So moved, they knew nothing would surpass such elegance, such grace, such pathos and perfection. Right...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Nice try, Sony, for trying to spike the punch-bowl with roofies. Lies. All lies. Frack-you, Sony!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">..and for the <i>ladies</i>..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT.</span>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-14563843145897592112016-07-06T05:05:00.002-06:002016-07-06T05:05:35.497-06:00Iron Maiden Legacy of the Beast.. game?!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Came out today on Apple and Android portable systems. I found to install you have to "deny" not "allow" access to your photos, etc. when you pre-install. Installation plays instrumentals of Maiden, and the screen has a 3D effect when you tilt-it. Also, fun comments during install on the bottom, such as "Beckoning souls, Starting the Engines, Flying Like an eagle, Rolling shadows of the night, Sailing away like our fathers before us, Reincarnating Benjamin, Taming the Beast, etc."screaming for you, counting the minutes to midnight, etc." Fun stuff as it mirrors various lyrics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was an early supporter of the game about 8 months ago and became a contributing founder for great Maiden swag coming in a few weeks. I get to play as a Vampire-Hunter/Assassin instead of leather-jacket/tutorial Eddie, though you can get different Eddies after each world is beaten.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Game is a fast-paced, turn-based RPG. Though you're not required to make your move, instrumental cuts from the original recordings make you want to respond quickly. Think <i>Final Fantasy X</i> with various related Iron Maiden tracks in each scene that are relevant in each case.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Those familiar with most (or all) of the Iron Maiden songs, mythos, and albums will adore this game. I found the "power-ups, evolutions, and level-ups" of various creatures in your party (think M<i>egai-Tensi: Nocturne</i> or <i>Persona</i> more-so than <i>Pokemon</i> due to the demonic nature) you can get into a groove. Add that with timing-hit-attacks similar to <i>Shadow Hearts: Covenant / New World</i> and you've got some nice interaction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Storyline is engaging, at least for an Iron Maiden fan as myself. Music is very good cuts and mash-ups from the first to most-recent album. Starts out in Christopher Lee's <i>The Wicker Man</i> world with occultists in excellent fashion. Moving-around is board-game-like. Combat is <i>Final Fantasy</i> turn-based strategy. Character leveling is like <i>Nocturne</i>. One could argue <i>Final Fantasy </i>and <i>Nocturne</i> are pretty much the same combat-system, with a combo-hit option tapping the screen at the right time akin to <i>Shadow Hearts</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Graphically it's best on a tablet. I'd hate to try this on a phone. Only for Apple and Android tablets right now. Rumor has it a PS4 port is coming. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Iron Maiden mythos is rich with characters and discovery, and the album-art (as seen above is some of the best stuff out-there).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The 5th episode has caused quite a stir of the 6-part series, <i>Don't Hug Me I'm Scared</i>. Lots of secret elements involved. Here's a mashup reaction for your amusement. I love the ebony gentleman in the top right with the red, white, and blue striped shirt btw; my kinda guy! Woo hoo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT.</span>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-4799356214152823172016-07-05T03:05:00.000-06:002016-07-05T03:07:37.141-06:00Generation Snowflake<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm </i>important! <i>I just failed all my classes! Love me because I don't try and I'm evil! You made me this way!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Media has become impotent through popular liberal-extremism tip-toeing. This generation was all told they were "special" and got awards for attendance. Delicate feelings and thin-skin is the result. You see it in schools now, parents all taking their kids via car to junior-high, etc. Bussing is almost obsolete. Every kid is told their a precious little snowflake; they aren't. Kids get awards for nothing and are told like some <i>Game of Thrones</i> psychotic prince-king that they are<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iset88O__qc" target="_blank"> the most important person in the whole world.</a> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Watch mommy ignore you! Learn by example, kids! Daddy ain't comin' home.</i><i style="font-size: 12.8px;"> A smartphone is your daddy now. </i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Exceptionalism is met with disdain, though secretly the coaches and teachers admire kids who can rise above; a few kids pick-up on that and become even more jealous now that their minds are psychotic. Only now are they leaking into society, this after-Generation Zero crowd, now the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9s8XilZa2WY" target="_blank">Generation Snowflakes</a> oozing into colleges as "Social Justice Warriors" realizing that they're not all that special after-all, and therefore there must be some sort of minority-hatred from "white" older men, any excuse to be that pretty-princess or prince again, that free acceptance, that no-cost, no-effort winning like modern video-games where you re-spawn and can try-again countless times to which kids freak-out in frustration at the slight inconvenience to YouTube viewers' delight, smashing keyboards, cussing incoherently, destroying expensive technology.. Sigh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Parents neglect by not smacking the kid upside the head and taking-away all technology from them, to include those $700 mind-numbing gadgets that reward without strife or effort. Instant and FREE gratification no matter what. Pete Holmes says it best here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Society as a whole has adapted to Gen Snowflake pretty quickly, accepting any kind of oddball behavior, such as wanting to use the girls' bathroom as a dude, being told they're a unicorn and making unicorn facilities for them to eat properly, food-fad "allergies" undiagnosed medically, and getting managment jobs with no work experience. Amazing. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Do we need tolerance? Sure but we need to draw the line, and that line is <a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/trigglypuff" target="_blank">Trigglypuff (above)</a>.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Usually these kids end-up working at a fast-food place, however, and do a lot of pills, drugs, or what-not to "cope" with the evil in the world (aka reality). Pretty sad. Gen Snowflake's music is pretty sad too, and oh so delicate and empty, just like them! Yay! We need a war.. with a draft.. maybe that's why the youth doesn't want to vote Trump?.. because then they'd be expected to have to work for a living. I'm talking to <i>you</i> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC_-Sjva85A" target="_blank">PewDiePie!</a> And.. <a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/trigglypuff" target="_blank">Trigglypuff </a>(<a href="https://youtu.be/cgZ5dV6JK5I?t=1m45s" target="_blank">too far.. too far..</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Here's Bree Olson, one of my MOST favorite Midwest chippy starlettes..</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Chip! "Hi Mike! You're pretty awesome! Let's get a cheeseburger!"</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And, of course, for the <i>ladies</i>..</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hi there! My name is Michael. I'm in the middle. Where's the fire? In my pants!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> A portrait of crayon of all three are sitting at a table, then in the next scene, Red-Guy is outside a window looking in on the picture! Furthermore, Bird-Guy now has Ex's on his eyes, indicating he's dead! Is it a warning from Red-Guy who escaped? He also is represented by the red-phone later as a voice-of-reason to help the other two escape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The bread starts singing vaguely about food, steak, eggs, etc. A can of vegetables also starts singing about food, warning about eating a snack such as cake. A rowdy steak appears and warns about eating too much of Roy's Flakes or your teeth will turn "grey" (UK spelling of "gray"). Roy's Flakes is a reference to Dad-Roy. Again, June 19th is present. This tune is a lot like a lot of food-pyramid junk in the 1970's and 1980's about what to eat and not eat. The FDA in the US made-up cartoon-like educational programming to get kids to eat certain things. Unfortunately, the warning were incorrect and the food-pyramid tends to rotate about its axis every 20 years or so. I remember when egg whites were the "bad" part of an egg in the 1970's, now it's quite the opposite. Kids were forced to watch this stuff in-between "normal" cartoons as mini-segments created by governmental agencies in the US and UK such as "Time for Timer's <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3jgo5ea_zc" target="_blank">A Hanker' for a Hunk of Cheese</a></i>" and others. These "Public Service Announcements" littered kid-prime-time Saturday mornings with catchy rhymes and flashy colors. Most of it is bullshit. Most of it is now too, and knowledge of what to eat and not eat changes every 5 to 10 years but suckers buy into it: the weak-minded. Some elements are true, however, but I've known people to only drink Coke-Classic their whole lives, never drinking water or anything else as a beverage and live to be over 70. I've seen smokers live to be over 90 and have smoked since they were 8. Some physiology is different than others. It all depends on the individual. There's no set truths on that. Some people do better than others on certain foods and things and the body can adapt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Yellow-Kid is enthralled and Steak says that good food gets to stay and meet everyone for a party. (Another obey and get rewarded with a party reference). Bad food has to leave through the "cat-flap" and is very rude. Bird-Guy says, "That doesn't make sense." and Vegi-Can sings angrily over him to shut him up. He's not buying-in to the child-developmental programming like Yellow-Kid since he's growing-up and having self-awareness and realizes it's all BS.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The reality-Red-Phone rings again but Vegi-Can distracts the call with a snack-rhyme. Bird-Guy balks but Steak says that the food-groups can be sorted in a chart. The chart is very interesting. There's the cigarette/milk group, gel / corn group, fish group, curry group, chicken-leg group, red-squiggle-group, sausage group, fancy-foods, mushroom-group, plain foods, lettuce, cheese, can of veggies, and soup / pepperoni-slices group, and green-apple group. There's another yellow-gold-stacked-coin group I can't make-out. Might be french-fries group. There's a can of food that Steak and Veggie-Can want the Yellow-Kid to eat in the Plain Foods section that later is actually the face of the Bird-Guy. There's a mouse/rat hole in the wall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Steak insists on plain "looking" foods such as bread, cream, white-sauce, and aspic keep the body "ticking-over" just-nicely. Veggi-Can and Steak scour at fancy, show-offy-foods like cooked-meat, fruit-salad, soil-foods (veggies), and yolk (egg yolk). These will "plug-up the body with unnecessary detail". Steak then stabs at the model of the body and says, "Oh, no, look! It's all broken and on the floor!" Steak intentionally stabs and destroys the model for effect to prove a point, not unlike PSAs of the 1970's to nail-it-home to force-educate kids on TV. It's interesting to note Red-Guy tries to manifest himself in almost every scene, as spaghetti, etc., trying to warn Bird-Guy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The Fridge starts singing and there's a yellow-sticky on it that says, "Help" and Red-Guy is shown briefly inside the microwave oven. The camera tilts and Dad-Roy is peeking from the corner of the TV studio-set! Bird-Guy escapes saying he doesn't want to listen anymore. Things go dark and something is hovering over Bird-Guy in a POV shot with the TV still going-on about pizza. Pizza is replaced with "plain white sauce" which is what was originally recommended by Veggie-Can. Steak then says that no, plain white sauce makes your teeth go grey (happily) contradicting himself a few moments ago, adding to the confusion to Yellow-Kid who's alone now with Steak and Veggie-Can, trying to learn. This is a fine example of how PSAs would contradict each other over time, really messing with '70s and '80's kids' heads. Our truths were ripped apart on an annual basis by seemingly friendly, animated song.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The Fridge is singing about that everybody's teeth goes grey anyway, and that you just need to eat yeast, another issue about PSAs how it changes and rules and teachings change about health. Too much yeast makes your teeth go grey as well, so there's the trap. Steak and Veggie-Can are arguing about onion-paste and a stranger's plate is a bad idea and Red-Guy pops-up as a plate of spaghetti. Cans of Bird-Guy are everywhere and Yellow-Kid is alone in the dark, fat from eating Bird-Guy microwaved cans (expiration date 19-06). The red phone rings for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> This episode is very freaky and there's a lot of hidden parts. It's of course weird but accepted that food that is to be eaten is convincing the kids what to eat and ends-up eating them from the inside-out. You can see the red-phone in a booth at the end, the Red-Guy walking from it to try and warn Bird-Guy on the other red-phone. He's failed or succeeded? Bird-Guy escapes the lies of PSA mascots but to what end? Roy-Dad in the phonebooth.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> When Bird-Guy (apparently named Ducky) is being consumed by food, it's an allusion to many people you might know that are consumed mentally by the concept of "eating healthy". So many folks I know are told by the media that they have to "eat healthy, smart" etc. Honestly, it's based on the individual's physiology and several other factors, but some get psychotic about certain foods that people tell them is right. Yellow-Kid is eventually eating what Ducky (as an older friend) is "dishing out". Then Ducky is gone forever, either dead by faulty but programmed health-food crazes or gone "mentally" so that their friendship is no more. Yellow-Kid tries to eat what Ducky has dished-out, bloated upon it, but now all alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Not eating from a "stranger's plate" confuses Yellow-Guy further. He tries to keep-up with the PSA mascots' advice that keeps changing, ie. "Eat plain, white-sauce" then "DON'T eat plain, white-sauce, it'll make your teeth go grey!" Governmentally-controlled television has done this over the years, changing "what's healthy" every 10 years or so. Finally, Yellow-Guy eats something NOT a stranger (his friend, Ducky) in desperation to keep-up with mascots' rules, taken-in by the song-and-dances. Ultimately, he gets fat, and "healthy" advice didn't work. All lies, the mascots are long-gone. This was huge in the 1970's and 1980's. I remember advice contradictory to current health advice back then. One could argue "we're smarter about it now" but some of the 1970's advice is now 2016 advice, coming full-circle. If you buy-in to Health-Magazines then you're slave to mind-control.</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-50231073723096982182016-06-30T05:15:00.000-06:002016-06-30T05:15:03.072-06:00Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - A critical analysis of Ep.4<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> We start-out with the 3 kids sitting again at a table in a room. Some details include a blast-from-the-past of a mini-Malcolm figurine on the mantle on the right. Many people who grazed religion, such as buddhism, often have a keepsake figurine like that. I've seen homes with golden-painted Buddhas tucked away somewhere, or a Ganesh elephant-head god on a shelf. The icon kept, the faith lost and forgotten, remnants of a past time, one of hopeful spirituality lost by laziness or corruption. We also get to see more proof of Dad-Roy and Yellow-Kid together on a family portrait. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Always-present mouse-hole / rat-hole. 19th of June again. The closest one to getting to the center, to the door in the board-game is the Red-Guy (who's the oldest). He's the closest to escaping this world. 1906 also appears in the pink-sticky on the pin-up cork-board with the dad's name, Roy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Red-Guy picks up a mystery card and the milk carton has the three kids on it (from the older lost-children on a milk-container reference from the 1980's and 1990's.) They expect the answer from the globe, which is humorous, as the globe really has no answers they seek. Many kids look there for answers but almost none get an answer they're looking for. Biggest thing in the world? Would a globe know? Nope. Just borders and continents and oceans. The kids expect the globe to talk but it never gets a chance. They're used to talking mascots at this point from the programming they've been receiving.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The computer pipes-up and interrupts the globe. Behind, a chart has 19-06-55 on it. Another June 19th, 1955 reference in the British showing of a date. US would be 06-19-55 of course. Computer's song says the time is 19:06 as well. Red-Guy is often interrupted during the song start and we don't get his name when asked. Oats are a recurring theme in this episode. Oats seemingly must be found. This is a mystery still, however. The computer refuses to answer anything until you answer all of its personal questions, which is a nice allusion to many websites these days. Sure, you may get an answer (or most often not) but <i>first</i> you have to give your name, birthday, etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The kids are sent to a computer-world. Strangely, number 7 is the only number that's unhappy. Not sure why. This might mean the 7th episode is going to be very dangerous as a clue. Yellow-Kid realizes it's all a simulation video-game as an avatar-character that he controls. Here, the clown-picture is allowed to exist, whereas before it was painted black. This digital-fantasy world allows things. Oats exist here too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Computer announces there's 3 things to do in this world, charts, digital-"style", and digital-"dancing" fun. Eventually charts are about useless and there's nothing behind option 1. When computers were introduced in the home-mass-market, charts were often displayed on a box (like the Commodore 64) to make things seem useful. Look! Useful charts! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ultimately, however, it's just all fun and games. The reality is it's just all about fun and games. "Hey, look! Nothing! Digital-style! Digital-dancing, hey, this is FUN!" Things start to distort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Soon, the other two kids are gone, leaving Red-Guy. A chord leaves the room. Dad-Roy sits in the dark corner ominously. It's time for Red-Guy alone. He knows the kids digitally and they exist temporarily in the empty chairs. Like a digital friendship online, they exist only momentarily. Red-Guy is becoming like Dad-Roy: an adult, consumed by the internet and reality of things. He leaves the room and follows the chord into another kitchen seen in Episode 1.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The kitchen is a set. Everything he knew is fake. Bird-Guy is actually a real duck. Yellow-Kid is a balloon with a tape-recorder. Red-Guy is portrayed as a red mop. The tape-deck of Yellow-Kid says, "I'm going to paint a picture of a clown." from Episode 1 and, "My dad is a computer." from Episode 2, and "You are not invited to the party." This means the "party" is the childhood fun and promises. Body-stocking-wearing stage-hands cut the scene. Reality as he knew it is all a lie, and Red-Guy's head explodes.</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-14374701464050673082016-06-27T07:48:00.001-06:002016-06-27T19:52:22.170-06:00Captain America - Civil War, the worst movie ever made<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> This movie was the blockbuster film of the year and it makes me want to leave this country in disgust. It tries to come-off as being smart and action-y but ends up being retarded and boring. Here's the synopsis:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The Avengers destroy cities and so the UN makes a document so that when they "save the day" they don't blow up everything all the time, using The Avengers and other super-heroes more carefully. In the meantime, Bucky (Winter Soldier) wants to find out where he was brainwashed in Russia for something to do because his character is very boring and needs some depth. One Avenger looks at the document on a random page. None of The Avengers bother to read the UN document (known as the Sokovia Accords in Marvel Universe lore). Half of them don't want to sign anything, particularly Captain America for no good reason. Baron von Zemo (who's super-cool in Marvel comics) is costumeless and boring here and tries to add some extra monkey-wrench tension behind-the-scenes on both Bucky's and the unsigned document matters a tiny bit. Captain America goes and gets Ant Man and Ironman goes and gets Spiderman and they fight uselessly at what seems to be an abandoned German airport (?) for a bit over who's gonna sign or not, but, of course, they just fight without any real damage for the sake of it like little kids might in a playground. The non-signers get "arrested" by SHIELD and Bucky finds the brainwash place long-abandoned with the help of Captain America and Ironman finds him there and they fight again and eventually taken-in by SHIELD and put in "jail" until they sign.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> What's amusing is that Trey Parker and Matt Stone of <i>Southpark</i> fame did this with <i>Team America </i>back in 2004 when Paris was wrecked. Story problems are everywhere and cinematography is some of the worst ever made. Do you like shaky-cam? This is the whole movie. It's like the camera was put into a paint-shaker. The camera scenes are like being thrown in an off-aligned washing machine on full-spin. The camera is like Michael J. Fox on cocaine during an earthquake and he has to pee real bad during a Grand Mal seizure while Mike Tyson is punching him and the camera. This is the most extreme cut-scene, shaky-cam film of all time. The idea of shaky-cam is to "promote extra excitement" but it was completely played-out by the end of <i>Gladiator</i> in 2000 some 16 years ago. The extreme jump-cut scenes lasting only 0.5 seconds (or less) was cartoonishly over-used in <i>Quantum of Solace </i>in 2008 to a nauseating effect (with less but some shaky-cam) ruining the very interesting Aston Martin versus Blofeld-inspired Alfa Romeo car chase at the beginning of the film. Ultimately, both film-styles of hyper-speed jump-cutting or shaky-camera techniques should be used VERY sparingly, maybe for one or two seconds at-most in a film (as well as lens-flare, I'm talking to <i>you</i> JJ). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I was sitting fairly close when I went to watch <i>CA:CW</i> and had to move 5 rows back as most of the audience was getting motion-sickness. Most of the audience complained about it and began filtering back, grumbling. Colors and contrast-ratios were also poor. Consider early John Carpenter works where the contrast-ratios are high, creating shadows and depth. Nope. Contrast is zero'ed here. No depth of field. Just blah. Sound dynamics were equally neutral and compressed and poorly done, talking the same volume as massive explosions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Some vomit-worthy issues were based around the assembly of the "big payout" fight at the unusually abandoned though seemingly fully-functioning airport (did everyone just evacuate?) This seems so .. cheap. Captain America just picking-up Ant Man for no reason except for the big-fight, only to be dropped-off afterwards is eye-rolling, "Oh, let's just get him, use him, and then drop him off.. because.. more Avengers and <i>reasons</i>). Likewise, 15 minutes is dedicated to getting Spiderman (seemingly age 16) in New York by Tony Stark is odd. Aunt May is expertly played happily by America's 1980's sweetheart, Marisa Tomei who's a surprise/delight but then is fine with Tony just going into her son's room with the door locked (and strange noises) with an eccentric and known-drunkard. She never questions it! Oddly, Peter Parker is taking Algebra in school at age 16. I took it when I was 12 back in 1982. Schools teach it in 5th-grade now, sometimes 4th grade (age 9). I was taking Calculus when I was 16 and I'm no mythical-genius Peter Parker! Not likely would a school hold-back Peter to re-take Algebra. Stupid writing. Algebra is grade-school stuff. Sorry, Liberal-Left, math-deficient, Californian pot-heads, you're showing your ignorance and failed life-choices here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Baron von Zemo (here known as Helmut Zemo) is an impotent sub-villain. In Marvel Comics he's amazing, maybe as amazing as Dr. Doom. Here, he's just a nerdy, tiny little man who sort of aggravates the situation to slow-up progress mildly. ScarJo (she hates that btw) mentions that everyone's "pulling their punches" which is true (making the whole showdown stupid) and changes her mind at the last moment and switches sides, I guess because "a girl can change her mind"? No reasons there, just a plot-exit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It all leads-up to a useless fight of more destruction that makes no sense as they're not too serious about it like some safe Pokemon battle where no one gets really hurt much. It's all quite childish, not something an adult would ever do. Spidey and Ant Man steal the show here, the others just mucking about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Such a waste of time, the whole movie. Probably the worst I've seen ever. I even prefered <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBAMDPLo70o" target="_blank">Manos: Hands of Fate</a></i> more than this junk. Action-y? Sure, when you can actually see it. I'm not a slow-vision kind of guy. I've raced motorcycles and taken them to track days and placed against pros. I've driven over 160mph in sports-cars many times. I'm a semi-professional sword-fighter and a Kung-Fu expert in 4 styles. I'm not slow by any means, reaction and vision-wise, else I'd be dead by now. The movie is junk and it horrifies me any American likes this junk. It saddens me that Americans like this junk. So stupid. God help us. Oh, look! Here comes <i>Ghostbusters</i>! Wait...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OUT.</span>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-10176834599322894432016-06-25T04:23:00.000-06:002016-06-25T04:23:01.617-06:00Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - A critical analysis of Ep.3<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So we get to Episode 3 which starts-off with "Still Missing. Last Seen June 19th" which is a reference to Father's Day. Sometimes kids get involved in so much that the dads might not really see their kids until that special day when the kids show interest. Just another June 19th reference of the 1955 "Father's Day" note that's ongoing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The kids are sitting at a picnic with eggs (which symbolize innocent youth later). Red-Guy has books, meaning he's in school, the other's aren't affected by that yet. Bird-Guy kills a "pesky bee" (butterfly) because it doesn't go in-line with his picnic plan, the youngest, Yellow-Kid is horrified and runs away at the sociopathic, self-righteous murder. Will find out thought that the older, wiser characters here are aware that the soon-to-be religious cultist is pesky, and that it has a sting and should be thwarted early-on like any door-to-door evangelistic religion-touter, such as the rather aggressive Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Hiding in a tree (a Buddha reference) contemplating death and hatred, another butterfly appears, at a time of Yellow-Kid's weakness spouting promises of love and acceptance (but won't quite take his hand when offered.. not .. quite.. until he's initiated into the cult.) What's interesting is the butterfly says, "HARManee" as a hint, not harmony. Furthermore, the bee-concept and a hive is what Mormons consider their religion, hence Utah is the "Beehive State".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The other two kids consider following a spiritual path Yellow-Kid has headed-out on, but very organic and physical down-to-Earth material-matters lures them away instead and they focus on Earth-bound wants selfishly rather than a religious option of conviction and contemplation. One could also note that, "Maybe we should follow Him, he's up in the sky!" This could be a Jesus reference. On the chicken, a fly shows an example of the wrong-ish choice of materialistic, earth-bound grossness rather than a more beautiful, spiritual choice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The Butterfly-Guy (named Shrignold) takes him back to his cult-hideout. One of the go-ers is a unicorn and everything seems too good to be true (like any newfound religion). Yellow-Kid reciprocates, "I love you too, furry boy!" and here's where the cracks start to show as the dog insists, "HARDER!" with a perverted tone. This harks to corruption in any organized religion. The Shrignold now has a heart on his chest like a hidden pendant now-exposed on his chest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Back home, the kids have finished the chicken, representing materialistic sin consumed, the blood everywhere as blood-of-sin in gross fashion, and nothing is left including the eggs of innocence. It also can be considered the whole resurrection of Jesus, the killing and rebirth of the butterfly that was beautiful, and the bloody aftermath, "Now we've finished the chicken, I don't know what to do.." when others followed the Christian path after Jesus was crucified. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Back in the cult, Shrignold chastises Yellow-Kid what Love is, controlling the true, innocent, pure Love the Yellow-Kid is experiencing honestly with cult-rules. Yellow-Kid is confused by this so an example of "Michael the Ugly", just like a biblical story, makes no sense. There's no moral learned. More rats escape the rock-hole-Jesus-death reference. Like so many Old Testament tales that are painfully abridged in Church by a priest with no good explanation, it leaves Yellow-Kid even more confused. They insist everyone has a "Special-One", even Michael, though the end of the story shows Michael alone forever. "See! Everyone has a Special-One, even Michael!" Wha?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Then the concept of marriage is explained with a ring showing a forever union. Gravestones show 1906 (June 19th). Finally, Malcolm the King-god of Love is introduced and everyone has a gold-heart pendant and red cult-robes. They insist they must feed him gravel with a golden shovel. Like any religion, there's odd rituals. One could say baptism is odd, as is kneeling, crossing one's self, kissing a document, communion (taking bread) etc. These symbolic gestures are to remind and represent something deeper, but most religious people don't quite get it, so they just do the ritualistic acts without the minding of what it means or why. Ioshua (Jesus) was impressed with "John the Baptist's" act of having someone turn-over a new-leaf through getting wet. By promising to be good and kind from now-on with an added ritual of symbolic cleansing in the Jordan River (most never bathed so submersion or cleansing was a rarity and the inductee would remember that). Jesus did a similar gesture at The Last Supper at a small restaurant with bread, as he was all about sharing and being nice to each-other. People who go to Church mostly have no idea what's really going on, why it's important, or what it means. Most people don't have the ability to think. Most people are sheep who follow rituals unquestioningly and blind. Most people think that objects associated with these rituals are magical, holy items with great powers like the Holy Grail, etc. The objects themselves, nor the rituals associated have no meaning though, it's the concepts behind what is being taught. Share! Change! The rituals are added to nail the point home, to promote the cause, to have you remember. Sadly, the World is doomed in this regard, and in some cultures, people have died for it. Millions. All lies that control people. And then there's money...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">At the cult, Shrignold explains that the Ritual Feeding of Gravel to Malcolm, if not performed, the God of Love will become angry. This contradicts the concept of Love itself. A god of Love cannot be angry, logically. Such is the control-mechanism of Christianity through fear-mongering: obey or else! God will be angry with you if you fail. God, made of pure Love and Light will be angry!!! Oh no! More rules made for control. This is why the end of the Secret Book of Mark is often not included in most bibles, which states God forgives everyone in the end, regardless. Not a very controlling statement. Omitted (except in the Apocrypha). Nice read, that. Protestants omit 3/4ths of actual biblical scriptures by the way. Catholics about 1/3rd. Not all bibles are the same and the number of "books" and pages vary by the hundreds. Yep. Golly, NOW what, kids? World turned upside-down? Read and make your OWN choices? Gasp! (pee). But I don't WANT to think, I just want someone to TELL me what's right and wrong! ha.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> When Yellow-Guy sits, he's offered a new name, identity, and told to change who he is, essentially. Catholics allow a "Christian" name when First Holy Communion is received. When I was a Cathoholic, I picked my own current, pre-existing one "Michael" because I thought that was silly a ritual, though essentially it underlines a new, more pure, new-start identity. Rituals enforce change-spiritually since most people are too weak-minded to do it by just DECIDING to permanently do it. People need that bold-face font by way of ritual and a new name. The cloud-chair has bonds to hold him in-place, limiting Yellow-Kid, trying to trap him. A mythical girl seduces promise of eternal love shows in a vision, a similar promise by Islamic followers in a way. He's required to change his name, and clean his brain to the New Way. This reprogramming is very common in religions.<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Yellow-Guy suddenly wakes-up in the tree, horrified. The other two kids offer back his innocence in the form of an egg as an alternative to the cult, redefining love. A caterpillar comes out of the egg though, as if to threaten another cult, announcing "father!", and Bird-Guy smashes it immediately. This could also be a second-coming of Jesus reference, the butterfly reborn. Another Father's Day reference, immediately quashed. Even Father's Day is a cultist ritual. Pesky bee! Ignoring that ritual in society causes pain of guilt. You must buy gifts! Or you could be just nice to your dad all the time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> End-credits show a <i>Wicker Man (1973)</i> god-burn reference. It's being destroyed by the same organization that's in Episode 0 that has Nazi-like notes. Government destroys religion for struggle to control people.. and wins.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It's interesting to note that shows like <i>Davy and Goliath</i> and other kids-based TV shows tried to psychologically force religion in the '60s and '70s to kids with cartoons. These morals mostly went over our heads at-the-time with promises of everything wonderful. One could argue the dim-witted Islamic crazies are affected similarly with golden heroic greatness, but ultimately it's just another form of control. Yellow-Kid gets an idea of the Truth of what real Love is, but that's stopped right-away by the cult who has hidden, ulterior motives.. Most religions do that. Maybe all of them. They ruin the Message that way. Make religion look bad, when it's intent originally was not so. Sigh. Write a check though.. and obey.</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-64789844422996660112016-06-23T02:14:00.000-06:002016-06-23T02:14:05.925-06:00Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - A critical analysis of Ep.2<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">There was a large time-gap between Episodes 1 and 2 of about 3 years! We didn't get to see the Dad Roy in the first episode, or at least I didn't catch him there. Ultimately the show was about how to be reprogrammed by children's television mascots on how to actually NOT be creative but to adhere to governmental or controlling rules, such as conformity in school, military, religion, etc.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Time forces the Kid to take a bath though it's un-needed because it's what Time dictates on a schedule to do.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> In this episode we start-out in a room. The details are important. June 19th again, a mouse-hole again. Under a TV showing static Bird-guy's father is shown in an photograph in a military uniform showing adult conformity, something that cannot be escaped by age and time. Time and brain-control was also mentioned by Post-it in Episode 1 as an inevitable trap by society.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> A clock ticks-out a passage of time. We see a better example of the age-difference of the three based on the chairs they sit. Yellow guy is on the right in a kid's chair, Bird guy is sitting in an older kid's rocking-chair, and Red-guy is in an adult chair with a remote-control. Red-guy is old enough to be in charge of the TV. He also insists the other two "Stop mucking around" as if frivolity versus industry is wrong. He's already succumbing to age and time. Red-guy is very focused on Time affecting him. Bird-guy is "chained" to a small watch. Even he is affected by Time. The Yellow-Kid just looks on, not yet affected as he's too much of a child to care. Then the clock begins its song.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Time comes down like a hammer, a source of demanding force, and Yellow-Kid is now affected as a "rizd" (wrist) with a kiddish toy watch is suddenly forced upon him like a handcuff. Yellow-Kid is now aware of Time and how it affects him. There's no escaping the inevitability of growing-up and it's this moment he begins the awareness of it, arm held-up by Clock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Here we get the 1955 date, the year animated children's television programming began in the world. Father's Day, June 19th is again focused. We get the photo, "Nothing" with the plaque, "Forever". This means "Nothing is Forever". More dangerous is the clock says, "The future doesn't exist." For a child this might make more sense as they live "in the now" but also portends to doom and non-existence eventually, yes "death" (in a non-religious fashion).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The clock sings, "Time is a ruler..." Time rules all of us (except negroes who have no conception of it at meetings and movie theaters.. just watch..) Time here is explained as a measurement but is a double-entendre.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Yellow-Kid comments, "An old man died.." but the Clock insists, "Look, it's the future!" to razzle-dazzle everyone and distract them. A computer has the two older kids, Red-Guy and Bird-Guy hooked-up to itself and the computer is typing for them, controlling their minds and what they are allowed to see and what is "cool". The computer has several eyes on it, watching them, to include cell-phone glasses that have eyes. This suggests observation and the lack of personal privacy and monitoring by a higher power and control. Bird-Guy is having a hard time with this and is being overwhelmed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Yellow-Kid is with his Dad-Roy who's distracted by a porn site called, "Look Site". He comments.." My.. my <i>dad</i> is a.. com..computer." stuttering, not "My dad is <i>using</i> a computer." This is rather deep. The kid's saying that computers have taken-over the role of a father-figure. In today's society, fathers, if present, are often distracted by the internet and kids are shoved iPhones and digital devices as a distractor-replacement for fatherly interaction in the same way TV shows were for kids of the 1950's to 1990's. The Dad-Roy is hooked-in too, unable to escape the lure of seduction of computers and the internet distraction, unable to be a good father. He hears this and looks sad but is unable to act on it somehow. The Yellow-Kid is made to believe that the internet has more answers and help than a father might, so the computer and the internet is more of a father to the Yellow-Kid, not the actual birth-father, Dad-Roy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Time dictates routines even if they're not needed, such as taking a bath, eating, etc. There's a repetition of fish being everywhere; dead fish. I take that as there's no time to take care of that, it's a problem that can't be remedied because time dictates a schedule and a pattern and time has not been allotted for an actual problem as routines must be kept and slotted. We allow ourselves to not take care of the important things because we already have to do other work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The kids try to question Time, asking, "Maybe Time's just a construct of human perception." pointing to the brain-image green-area (Green, if you remember, is not a "Creative colour") and that's shunned. Two equations exist, pi=(19.6)y which is a nice way of saying pi=(19.6)55 [or pi=(19.6)1955] This doesn't work-out right but it's to show that the year is shown with June 19th again. The other equation is more sinister, showing Nazi=mass(speed-of-light)^2 This suggests Socialistic control is the energy applied here, such as governmental children's television. When Bird-Guy tries to balk the true existence of Time, they're all punished sonically until they obey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> In child-development, time is not a concept that's heeded much. Time will eventually destroy the child-like innocence however as they become adults and eventually have to concede to schedules, work, age, obligation, patterns, and lose sight of what needs to really be done sometimes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Goodness this series! Here's a chippy..</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-31423501461870124582016-06-22T02:00:00.001-06:002016-06-22T02:00:58.274-06:00Movie Hell<span style="font-size: x-large;">These exist...<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Robocop 3,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Starship Troopers 4,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Neverending Story 3,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Recon 2023: The Gauda Prime Conspiracy (Recon 2020 part 3),</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Leprechaun 7: Origins,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">House 4: Home Deadly Home,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Big Momma's House 3: Like Father Like Son,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Madea 9: Boo! A Madea Halloween,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ernest 10: Ernest in the Army,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">American Ninja 5,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Streets of Fire 2: Road to Hell,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Police Academy 6: Mission to Moscow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Lake Placid 4: The Final Chapter,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">8mm 2: The Velvet Side of Hell (*tentative title in some countries),</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Mighty Ducks 4: The First Face-Off,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I Know What You Did Last Summer 3: I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Anaconda 4: Trail of Blood,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Free Willy 4: Escape from Pirate's Cove,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Bring It On 5: Fight to the Finish,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta!,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Showgirls 2: Penny's From Heaven,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Carlito's Way 2: Rise to Power,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Belly 2: Millionaire Boyz Club,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Brady Bunch 3: The Brady Bunch in the White House,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">S.W.A.T. 2: Firefight, From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman's Daughter,</span>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-39090214294259273072016-06-21T01:19:00.002-06:002016-06-21T01:19:39.290-06:00Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - a critical analysis of Ep.1<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> A lot of people have been swept-up with the YouTube channel, "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared." For those of you who aren't aware, I recommend watching all six 5-minute segments that come-out very spaced-apart. At first-glance, it seems like a Sesame Street-inspired puppet-segment that's rather boring. After a while, they distort into something psychologically frightening. I watched all six slack-jawed, and I knew there was something a bit sinister.. a bit hideous about each one deeper than the crazy endings that flash chaos and insanity. There's a combined 100 MILLION views of these and discussion-boards exist on the topic as well as deeper conspiracy theories. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Again, I shrugged those off as I watched, taking-in the sing-song bits. Even watching them, I didn't think there was really any message, any deeper meanings except that they were fun-crazy-scary at the end.. then.. I noticed more. Some were easy to notice, such as the repetition of 19 June everywhere, both up-front and subliminally. A few more hints about the year 1955 exist as well. So what? What's the significance? I passed it off as just continuity between the far-apart releases of each episode. Oh no. No, it's far worse than that. I watched the "Kickstarter" episode as well as the last one, which is sort of "Episode 0" and, it's my opinion that be watched last for effect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I'm familiar with a ton of internet pop-culture, from "All Your Base" and "Happy Tree Friends" and "Strong Bad / Homestar Runner" to recent releases on YouTube and I keep up-to-date with all of it as I'm a pop-culture fan, but I had only just recently heard about this. I love pop-culture and find it significant. I even absorb pop-culture significance from decades before I was born. You see, a lot of that media shapes society in ways we don't realize. Consider the 1980's: Prime-time TV and Saturday-Morning cartoons had morality messages (such as "Knowing is half-the-battle, GI Joe" and Knight Rider good-guys-finish-first credo). It shaped '80's kids to do good, try hard, etc. Video games in the '80's were tough and we were familiar with the "Game Over" screen. Yes, you would lose and that was it, no "continues" often-times. As time marched-on, the mid-'90's and later-on in video-game culture as it moved from the arcades to the bedrooms and living-rooms allowed for infinite-continues and re-spawning even later than that. I remember that phase, the removal of the "threat" of Game Over. I think it was around 1997 when I played Final Fantasy VII in Japan (when I was there) and certain mini-games allowed for infinite retries, the only consolation is "not quite as good" a reward-prize. There was really no Game Over and you could just load your game at-worst from a previous save-point if your party died. I remember that edge was lost, that fear and excitement of the danger of failing. Now there is no offer of failing. This Generation Zero never has to worry about playing a game and losing utterly, merely having instead to just re-spawn somewhere else and continue-on and fight PvP ad-infinatum. There's no negativity, just a temper-tantrum-inducing inconvenience, a mild setback at-worst. I don't play many video games anymore because of that, because of that edge lost, that simplicity of spamming a button and being rewarded for mongoloid-like behavior. I think Wizardry was the last series of games that were actually considered "difficult", which if your characters died, it would delete your save-file and you'd get a Game Over notification and, well, that was it. Done. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So what is this "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared" thing? I spent a long time (like apparently tens of millions of people have online apparently, some internet-cred I somehow missed) thinking about it. You know, it's weird I haven't heard of this until now. I shrugged it off as being just "funny-weird" but there's a hidden message and a lot of hidden things that add-up to something far more dangerous and sinister and way, WAY more deep and concerning. There's a secret message there. Can you figure it out?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Let's start with the first episode, It's about creativity. June 19th is on the calendar. At this point we're not too sure what that might mean and it seems irrelevant. It starts with a subliminal message of a "party" theme. There's a first-shot of an air-mail theme with no postage or address. This represents a desire for freedom with no destination in-mind or a need to escape. This is relevant from Episode 0. A newspaper shows right-wing conservatism showing stocks going up. The messages are irrelevant as would-be to a child, though the image is all that is truly seen. Again, a young child would only notice this, the words too complex anyway. That is an adult-image fact of growing-up. We get a panning of various things in a room, most of them fairly dangerous: knives, a smiling but decidedly pointy cactus that could mean pain, seemingly flipping-off the viewer or threatening with a dagger, kitchen stuff, a mousehole is also there. There are 4 knives and a cleaver. This represents the 3 children and the "father". A post-it note saying, "Get Creative" and a key. The key is a symbol to pay-attention. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> At the table are three characters, each seemingly in a different age-group (this is relevant). A red floppy-haired guy who seems to be the oldest based-on size. Opposite him is a bird-like creature like a crow and is the next youngest, and then centered is the youngest, a yellow kid. Yeah, yeah. So what? Well, it makes no sense until you watch the further episodes to realize that the year is supposed to be 1955. This can also be gained from Episode 0 as well on the camcorder. June 19th, 1955 is "Father's Day". This is the year also that animation for children's television shows were aired and enthralled children in Western civilization such as the UK and the US. The song starts with the note-pad singing about creativity and how to be creative. Words are written with party-background-font. These images are to brain-train these kids. Look, the hair is "cool"! The message of the post-it with the pencil says what's cool, creative, etc. When the kids try to come up with creative things too, they're put down. You can only be creative based-on what the post-it singer deems correct. When "Red Guy" says, "That sounds really boring." the Post-it just repeats herself more insistently as if to say to a dog, "No, you're not getting it. I'm going to repeat myself again and you will agree." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The kids tend to balk initially but Post-it insists and they start to succumb to the mind-control. The yellow kid says he wants to paint a picture of a clown, showing true creativity but Ah-HA! "Woah, there friend you might need to slow down!" and destroys his version of creativity. The only "creativity" allowed is Post-it's version, and it's smothered in dark, black oil. When "green" is picked as a "creative colour" it's nixxed. This does not jive with what Post-it accepts. Post-it is teaching the kids what is right and wrong. Even though the kids are essentially correct and trying to go with the heart of the message, the Post-it scheme is to simulate creativity based on what Post-it deems acceptable. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>This is how I express myself.</i> But I don't agree with.. <i>This is how I express myself.. Accept MY definition of creativity.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Furthermore, the song says, "One more thing that you need to know before you let your creativity go." Not to let it "go and be free" but to "go away forever". The message here is Post-it is eliminating creativity. It's "going away" and being replaced with Post-it's rules, which is copying and NOT creativity at all, just direction and instruction like Lego's have become in kits. Post-it is on-top now in a command position. Green is not a "creative colour" but is being used in the "brain" image, which shows the area of the cognitive area of creativity and reason. This area is denied because green is deemed not-acceptable. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Things get a bit more crazy as Post-it sings "Get Creative!" An illusion is removed and that they're being watched and surrounded for behavioralism and they're on some sort of TV-show set. They start dancing about, the youngest really involved and hyper-affected, the others not as much. The bright sky turns to clouds and rain and Darkness, the clouding of the mind. A piece of cake or pie is cut and a removed; a piece of the whole. A part of the Creative Soul is removed, its insides are that of a person's mind taken-away. Death is drawn and shown. This is the Death of true Creativity being replaced with a TV program's version of that which is a programming of a kid's mind, smeared and corrupted. The music becomes insanity. The contradiction of the message reeks havoc in the childrens' mind, "You said to be creative but in reality you want me to follow your rules!" A rat steals away the piece of creativity they cut. It ends, "Now let's all agree never to be creative again." This is the final step of reprogramming the children's minds. Post-it means, "Let's agree to follow HER orders, the programming's orders, not THEIR creativity but HER version." Obey. You have been programmed correctly. Do not go back to what you want to think. Obey what is being fed into your minds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So.. watching this the first time I thought it was a bit crazy but realized there are deeper meanings. What's important here is the satire of Children's Television that started animation in 1955. Kids were very much affected by this and the "programming" of children's minds began. Though children's television was tried-out before 1955 it wasn't as wide-spread. Here, creativity is being manipulated by a TV show, possibly government-controlled to let kids know, "Yes, we want you to be creative in a certain WAY. Not YOUR way, we want you to be creative in a way we deem fit." Once the US Government and the UK Government got involved with children's television shows, careful control was done to analyze it and shape children's education and behavior. In this case, governmental control seems a bit corrupt. Instead of allowing a mind to think for itself, the pre-shaping of a child's mind is paramount. The satire pokes fun at Sesame Street and other PBS-based educational shows with ulterior motives in-mind with sing-song and repetition. Father's Day is a point of interest because this is when fathers could start to let TV take-over child development as a powerful force. It's not as evident in Ep.1 but the theme gets more prominent as we go. The party-theme underlines behavior reinforcement: If you follow instruction, life will be a party!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Now, did I over-analyze this? Is it just a crazy video? No. During this week, each day I will go over each episode and show you that I'm very, very right. Stay tuned tomorrow. This gets scary..</span><br />
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<br />Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-28644073706496515312016-05-04T04:41:00.001-06:002016-05-04T04:41:04.695-06:00Night of a Thousand Smells<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUmXdMdRkQ0" target="_blank">Career choices.</a></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I've moved-on from one job to the next (in the same company) a few months ago. My new job is much nicer at the same pay and as an added benefit, significantly less stressful as a marked lesser amount of people's have the potential to die on a day-to-day basis, directly or indirectly. Such is the nature of Space Operations. An average person would be surprised how little space operators get paid compared to, say, a Burger King manager being quite comparable. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW37Jx1JnIuyn3lCkw7s9LQ9zFNgtWkAA2pc1kFEWBvpTPAj1meJbdwXBy3g-b3n7gFCbnOocuTt72AEY3FNkWOf-ks10igEBJoZJlwzpqounwVXe_fwvmhfztW7Jv-d4KHIgGAxgAHhE/s1600/article-2383869-1B1FB0DD000005DC-768_634x622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW37Jx1JnIuyn3lCkw7s9LQ9zFNgtWkAA2pc1kFEWBvpTPAj1meJbdwXBy3g-b3n7gFCbnOocuTt72AEY3FNkWOf-ks10igEBJoZJlwzpqounwVXe_fwvmhfztW7Jv-d4KHIgGAxgAHhE/s400/article-2383869-1B1FB0DD000005DC-768_634x622.jpg" width="400" /></a> <span style="font-size: x-large;">I once was directly involved with the survival of a half-dozen astronauts on an ISS mission on the STS from being smashed by some French rocket-body debris to which I calculated the trajectory being within 5km and had them maneuver. I got a little medal (the littlest possible) for that one and the squadron got a lot of awards and a plaque signed by all 6 which hangs up neatly at Vandenberg AFB somewhere, though at the time it was at Cheyenne Mountain AFS when I worked there, the squadron since moved. None of the astronauts called me up and asked me if I'd want a burger or an HJ or anything like that though, and my tale of space-excellence sort of goes-off like a crazy coot with war-stories now. Shrug. No astronaut ever died on my watch, though I'm left to buy my own burgers, which I'm fine with. Further jobs I had changed in intensity and danger over the years.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A nice pair of </i>burgers!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> No astronauts are endangered or saved by my efforts these days and my mind is more at-ease and I can ponder the surroundings more interestedly. I'm in a new building now, an older building; one that I actually started my Space Career at. It's had little renovation since 1993 except for a carpet refresh, some of the carpets and tiles are still the same as when the building was erected even earlier than that. Stairwells, paint.. all the same for the most part; even the bathrooms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ah, the bathrooms. I'm on the second floor, the one with the most traffic. Over 1000 people work on this floor and it has 2 bathroom areas. I'm not certain what lies inside the female ones adjacent to the male bathrooms, but having seen the inside of them before, probably fake plants (for some reason). Ah, but the men's rooms. Ah yes. Oh Lord-y yes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So, of the 1000 that work on this floor, 980 are men, give-or-take. Most work on the northern side of the building, the southern side is about 1000 feet away and is little populated. Because of this, most use the northern men's room out of convenience. I'd say about 90% of the people are using the northern men's room because it's 20 steps away versus 1000 steps away. Let's describe the layout.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> The north men's room on this floor consists of 3 stalls and one handicap stall, which I often describe as the Presidential Suite due to the added space, though there is no truly handicapped person with a wheelchair on this floor, it's there just-in-case for various laws and reasons. So, 4 stalls. There's also 4 urinals, one of which is the shorter-height one. There's also 5 sinks to make a mess with and a splash-guarded mirror over these. Pretty standard stuff. These are not hands-free sinks. The leftmost one only offers cold water and is at half-pressure but is used the most, again due to closeness of the exit door which has a large trash bin with no top, which I suspect was eaten or taken as a roof for a refrigerator-box home Oscar the Grouch may have stolen. Near that is a paper-towel dispenser that self-refreshes mechanically once the towel is pulled, another rolls out hopefully, though not electronically. More often than not, the towel is far too weak to survive a tug and comes off in chunks and the next towel often does not dispense. Solution to this is to use a bowling-ball-holes-type turn-mechanism on the side, always wet and greasy</span>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Another towel dispenser teases near the Presidential Suite. It too is slimy and requires several turns by placing your fingers into the swamp-holes filled with AIDS-puss, that is, IF you want a towel. Pants are always a cleaner option here, and I'll explain why.</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The sinks have a standard Coralite counter-top and are placed evenly across with empty soap dispensers oozing smear-goo for you to marvel at. The counter-top is always wet and swampy as is the mirrors splattered with wetness. You can imagine the combination of water and what was on the hands of the men combined onto the counter-tops in a disease-rich carnival. You can hear the complaint-sighs of men, wet-handed, fuddling with the valves to get water to come out and wash with barely scum-soap to find they cannot dry their hands because the towel dispenser insults them mockingly with no towel lest they jam fingers into Yoda's butthole to turn the mechanism, and there's pause and some fuss. Most decline the invitation, others manipulate the system in disgrace, fingering the two-holed doom-slots. Not everyone gets a Jackpot of a towel, some get nothing but dirtier fingers. Might as well just go eat AIDS now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Let's talk about the urinals. There's about 2 inches of water at any point on the floor around them. It's a splashy affair. Water is everywhere, or at least what seems to be water, though the percentage of splashed urine has to be much higher than water-content. Reason being, almost 1000 men are using these 4 urinals constantly like at a rock concert, splashing away with varied levels of cleanliness based on culture and custom, force and spray. It's a mess, and they're close together, and it's wet. It's a urine bog, and careful walking is required to not have the combination soak into your shoes. Wet and drippy and urine-y. There's a drain on the floor but it gave up long ago. It's surrendered and can't keep-up. Lines form and pee is everywhere like a Urine Festival. Splash-away, boys! It's urine-time! It's rumored some just pee in the corner or don't even face the urinals themselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">One of the urinals is on pure-stuck mode where it just doesn't even try to self-flush after every use because it's so desperate to get clean and flushes constantly. This act of desperation, this act of trying to keep-up from the assault just makes matters worse and water flows onto the floor mixed with fish-eyed, cold, lifeless souled men peeing into it, around it, about it. Uncaring. Peeing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The stalls. Oh, God.. the stalls. This is the worst. Always filled. Always lines. Men line-up with blank eyes, cold and lifeless, like a doll's eyes, like a shark's eyes. Empty eyes with one intent. To take a violent and massive shat. There's no relief as stalls are approached with cruel intent, to destroy the toilet outright. Two of the four are broken-seated, worn and devastated, the seats are at angles, the bumper-guard worn down from rape-like abuse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Each stall is approached like a Haitian whore the pimp already got money for. Unrelentless man-asses crush the seats and a torrent of crap is force-fed into their mouths like a bucket of apples is dumped into a swimming pool. Noise is explosive and concerning. Some toilets are topped-off. The toilets don't have the luxury of self-flushing so aren't awarded that decency and the urinals realize that they may be actually lucky in comparison. This is the darkest place, the true place. Crap is on the walls, Back-splatter is on the flusher, the back wall, the side walls. Water splashes up onto the ceiling as brownie-batter is cement-trucked into the small seat opening. The men force-out unhealthy and dangerous amounts at extreme pressure. Prolapsed intestine shovel cubic meters of awful like a coal-miner on cocaine getting Old Bettsie the locomotive to Mississippi before the Confederacy can open-fire. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It's a violent but matter-of-fact affair. Oh God. The violence of feet pressed firmly against the door, hands holding the walls, bracing for impact. KER-SPLASH! BOOOM! Metric tons of ass-product bombard and stank-up the room like a backing-up sewer-system in India during the monsoon-season. Rolls are ripped off the walls and jammed up cracks and flung into the mouths of the toilets like a whore's two-dollar tip before pants are yanked back up and kick-flushed down, the toilet struggling to devour the crime but can't. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">As it tries, another fish-eyed, cold and intent monster enters, slams the door shut as it bangs off the hinges. Destruction awaits without a moment's rest, the toilet not even done flushing and refilling the water, more bad-breakfast is ass'ed and shoved into its face-mouth hard and brutal. So relentless is the shitting nonstop and the stink is omnipresent like some Louisiana whorehouse at midnight in August pretending it's not that bad but the swamp-gas tear-eyes and mongrel-dogs who normally and delight on cat-shit gag. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Even the Devil would turn away from the vulgar scene. Men continue with the expectation of a "good time" saying to themselves, "You know the drill." as there's no foreplay, just pants being torn down and asses smashed freefall-dropped down onto broken seats, the force of the sitting bruises bottoms and helps with the evacuation of chocolate nuclear canon-fire. God help the stalls. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">They are forsaken. Doors slam, rebound, re-slammed, locked. There's kicking and moaning of pain and gnashing of teeth. Rooster-tails of diarrhea color the walls like modern-art. Grunts, moans of death and torture. Many don't flush, not to be bothered by the prostitution act completion. Sometimes no "tip" of wadded toilet-paper is offered, and that concerns me the most. Who wouldn't wipe? Just get up and leave? Was her service so poor she doesn't deserve a wipe and flush? So careless and cruel. It often sounds like the Hulk is on full-rampage-mode, and this goes on all day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">hahahhaha! OUT!</span>Mike Cronishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752551739307761520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6852116452051562544.post-75404587805023303172016-04-08T19:22:00.000-06:002016-04-08T19:22:01.581-06:00No Towels for Old Men<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Heeeey! Let's take off our </i>pants!<i> Let's get naked, maaaaan! YEAHHHH! Alllll-RIGHT!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Science degrees are hard to finish towards the end, as is completely getting out of motorcycling, learning a new job and evaluating for it, acquiring new clearances, having your cat die in your arms, titling a #006, multi-magazine-featured <a href="http://www.topspeed.com/cars/mallett/2006-mallet-v8-solstice-ar4130.html" target="_blank">2006 Pontiac Solstice Mallett</a>, convincing the bank the VIN is not just a base-model, having your phone brick due to a final and fatal software update, loathingly replacing it with a new model, installing a weather-station <a href="https://www.wunderground.com/personal-weather-station/dashboard?ID=KCOCOLOR394#history" target="_blank">kcocolor394</a>, and removing yourself permanently from Facebook. These aren't excuses, these are just facts.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Now that my ex-wife is </i>dead<i>, I can work on making a </i>better tomato! <i><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=patty+duke+dead&biw=1920&bih=1031&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjjrPO7i4DMAhVBQSYKHTIPA_MQ_AUIBigA&dpr=1" target="_blank">RIP Patty Duke</a>.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Yes, large soda purchase in New York is illegal. Glad they solved homelessness. Guess <i>that's</i> taken care-of already. Glad domestic violence is <i>solved</i> in that city, and <i>crime</i>. No other worries, just putting limits on soda purchase. It's amazing these "liberals" enforce laws <i>prohibiting</i> simple choices. Isn't this almost contradictory? Isn't this the <i>opposite</i> of the term, "liberal"? If you deny a soda size purchase, wouldn't that make "liberals" actually hyper-conservatives? Such governmental-control fascism as large-soda bans (and McDonald's Happy-Meal bans in California) reveal the ugly truth of convenient parental replacement for Generation Zero with a government to take care of them so they can stay lazy. I say the voting age should be moved to 35. Oddly, firearm ownership should theoretically be a "liberality", being allowed to have something or do something as a freedom. For some reason, conservationists prefer that liberality and use it. Odd people, all. Shrug. Arrest that man for having a large soda! Calories are the true criminals! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">When you go to a gym of any sort, you'll notice something strange-ish: nude old men. Now, I completely understand the clothes-changing <i>transitional</i> process. Folks will adorn shorts, t-shirts, sneakers, etc. Of course, depending on the activity at the gym. Fine, fine. There is a temporary moment of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Qer1Lnwe94" target="_blank">nudity</a>, especially if underwear is swapped or a shower is taken. Some prefer to shower immediately after a workout of some kind. Growing up in the 1970's and 1980's, I'm fine with that, sure. Most showers at gyms sport individual stalls for this purpose. Some, even ante-chamber areas where you can hang-up a towel, a little mini-bench for your bag, etc. right before the shower cubicle. It's nice that there's an iota of privacy here sometimes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I've been to gyms with 1940's Beetle Bailey-styled, open-bay showers that you sometimes see in Army barracks during World War II as well. Some gyms go on the cheap there, but it's not out-of-the-norm, really. Schools used to do this as well, back in the 1970's. I'm pretty certain stalls are put-in at schools now for the most part, though a few hold-overs in elementary schools might exist in the US. Being abroad, I've seen acceptance of "group showering" from time to time, as in the late 1990's as well, though that was fading away over time, newer establishments going for more personalized stalls. This process was never lingered. It was matter-of-fact and efficient and quickly done without comment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Now there used to be even toilets without walls in military bases in the 1950's in basic-training barracks as well. Some colleges also had open-bay toilets and showers (if they were built then) in dormitories. These really aren't a problem. People would do their business and move-on briskly and efficiently. America has since then become more modest, allowing a less industrial method of ablutions. We're awarded privacy and self-dignity. I prefer that a bit. I'd rather not be rinsed-down like cattle in a bay, smashed in there being broomed-down with suds and cold, fire-hose water. Just a preference. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I can cope with open-bay showering and I don't think much of it. I'm amused that some think that the military is like the film <i>Platoon</i> or <i>Full Metal Jacket</i> with everyone living in some sort of open-bay sleeping area with some New Yorker named Vinny hanging over the bunk who's got a Polaroid of his sweetheart in Hell's Kitchen, tattered media depicting her Sunday's Best. Vinny says they're engaged and her name "Mabel" is tattoo'ed on his forearm with a heart and a dagger. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Vinny sports Lucky Strikes and greased hair. Vinny's the first to go because he has just enough character development to make you care, but not enough that time is spent on the script. It's not like that at all, sadly, not even in Basic Training (aka Boot Camp); not enough time to pal around; you're busy, then you're gone a few weeks later. You end up in a base and get a house or apartment somewhere in the city you're stationed like a human being. Younger kids are offered dormitory rooms like a college dorm-room and might share a bathroom with another room. It's pretty modern these last 30 years. Hollywood does it wrong. Most USAF jobs you go to work with a briefcase and sit in an office environment. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> A few guys turn a wrench, however. Transition to Big Corporation is pretty easy. It's a lot like the TV show, <i>The Office</i> (US version) except you can't quit your job or decline the boss' suggestions for work. Same same. Well, you <i>could</i>.. then go to jail. You also can't be 5 minutes late for work or.. well.. jail. So there's <i>that</i>. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Airman Beaker is concerned Officer Honeydew has made a dangerous error with volatiles.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Group showers were normal-ish.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Anyway, I'm not estranged to group showers, group gyms, group toilets. I'm aware of them, both in the US, school, military, and over-seas. That's the point I'm making here. I'm fine with group nudity in some fashion. I don't <i>prefer</i> it, mind you. I just am aware it exists. It's mostly gone from society though.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Get in yer group shower, airman! It's showah-TIME!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> What bothers me is that you'll see old men over 60 walking around in the gym locker rooms.. naked. Now common-sense would dictate a towel wrapped or covering one's "junk" as it were, covering one's <i>Everyday Glory</i>. <i>Some</i>thing. Nope. Naked old men.. walking around.. very naked.. often wet.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I took a snapshot of this man in the gym locker room. His response, "HELLO! I'm Naked-Man!"</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hello there. It's perfectly normal that I'm naked here.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now I understand the transitional point of going from a shower to a locker, particularly if you forget or neglect to bring a towel, clothes, etc. to the area of the ante-cubical mini-bench. I'm also okay if heck, it's a shower <i>bay</i> area and there <i>is</i> no ante-chamber. Fine. You probably should bring a towel anyway, but maybe you forgot yours, or left it in your locker, or oddly prefer to air-dry for some medicinal reason, fine. Go to your locker and get your towel. I myself would probably wear some low-grade flip-flops as to avoid Athlete's Foot myself, but whatever, maybe you forgot <i>those</i> or don't care and prefer foot-fungus or Planter's Wort or whatever. Fine, whatever. Go to the locker and get the towel and dry-off or get your clothes, whatever. Nope. Often wet. Walking around. Some walking endlessly, doing laps around a changing bench in a locker cul-de-sac (lots of puns in this post btw). So these zombie-like old men are walking around, completely nude, walking laps around sitting benches. There's no effort towards getting to that locker or clothes on. Some are doing morning ablution things like deodorant application, brushing teeth, washing hands, applying Grecian Formula and combing hair. There's weirder things too. Now during all of this, a towel wrapped around the waist would be fine; expected. Nope. Pure nude. Pale, wrinkly, often wet, dripping nude. Why?</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Grandpa? Why are we doing this?<br />You'll see, you'll see... get ready!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I did a lot of research on this. The argument is that back "in the day" this was considered natural and normal. Well, at my age now, I can honestly attest that this is not the case. I could make a defense for them when I was 30, but at my age now, no one did this in the 1970's. No one. No one was just nude doing their business in a public place, and certainly not <i>all day</i>. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A completely normal guy shaving </i>at home<i> with a towel wrap circa 1950's.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Back in the 1950's, men would get out of a shower and wrap a towel. Often, it was simply called a "wrap". Some existed with elastic bands like a cheap, terrycloth kilt, but it was normal to wrap a towel around the lower half and shave in a mirror. No one would shave pure naked in a gym. WHY is someone SHAVING in a GYM in the FIRST PLACE?! Very odd. More scrutiny and research as well as pressed testimonials have these men suggesting that "We all did it that way" or "At this age, we just don't <i>care!</i>" Some examples are that they announce that they've lived their lives so long and so they can do what they want. Some say that you shouldn't look or be bothered by it. Ah-huh.. <i>Riiiight</i>. There's something more to this than turning the blame back around. There is. Why would a man use a gym-supplied hair-dryer, place his foot up on the sink counter <i>naked</i> and dry his junk <i>facing</i> people? This is not uncommon! This happens a lot! Some even <i>wait</i> until someone new enters the room then immediately go to it! I remember once entering a gym bathroom and there'd be a lookout very close to the entrance corridor. Once I entered, he'd rush over to go to "ball drying" quickly. Others would then come out to present themselves and strut about. This has happened more than once in different places in different states.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Sums it up right here.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Why are we sitting here naked all day, not working-out?<br />Hey, there you two fellows! I like that you're naked!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Nothing suspicious? Well hear this! So I've been to many states, many gyms. Most of the time these naked old men will stay in the locker area doing these antics, walking around like wet albino zombies all day! I'll go in, change within a minute or two, go work out for an hour, come back and get a Gatorade swig, they'll still be there, doing walking laps, conversing with each other, one sitting, staring at a closed locker door, the other, leg-up, crotch near the other's face chatting away. Some go into the sauna and lie naked, wet on the wood with no towel. Towels are everywhere to be had for free. No towel. Showers are had, no drying-off. Towels are not an option it seems. I'll work out for half the day, still.. old men, same ones, naked. I'm not offended by all this nudity, just.. confused.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Well, we haven't taken a shower yet. Better dry off our faces for a bit.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Yeah! It sure is nice lying back, spread-eagle here in this locker room!</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'd like to think they're trapped there like some Captain of the Flying Dutchman gym locker-room of sorts. I've asked women and they admit there are equally Asian women flopped down, wet in saunas, towel-less and nude (and usually very unfit). Most of these naked old men are mostly unfit as well. I've never seen any of them actually work-out, go into the gym portion of the place, not ever, not once. I've been going to public gyms since the 1970's and there are those old men that stay naked in the gym locker-room and never leave it or go home until closing-time. I've been to non-24-hour gyms and these close-up and they pack-up and go at the last minute. I've been to gyms twice in a day for various military requirements and the same old guys are still there in the morning and at night. I'm fairly certain most spend the day there, naked, being naked, being wet, walking around. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>What? This is perfectly normal behavior in a gym, sir!<br />Quit looking at me, you pervert!</i></td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqSuY13yUSHLdZbLGEgFImPB26wP_NIrIUwQ962v08s7GD4YrmHGC9AQh_BBVbFBHyM1S89ZBAtLbDMHUj3D1KWcAk3njoiE7T9mhOnbg5bxX8CoIwxHSrK11xBsvQC4RpvVIiq5TNXs/s1600/old-man-towel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqSuY13yUSHLdZbLGEgFImPB26wP_NIrIUwQ962v08s7GD4YrmHGC9AQh_BBVbFBHyM1S89ZBAtLbDMHUj3D1KWcAk3njoiE7T9mhOnbg5bxX8CoIwxHSrK11xBsvQC4RpvVIiq5TNXs/s320/old-man-towel.jpg" width="214" /></a> <span style="font-size: x-large;">What's concerning about their behavior, as I've had time to observe, is that they <i>pretend</i> sometimes to be doing something important. I've followed a few to see what the heck is <i>up</i> with them. They'll walk down the gym locker-room, snap their fingers as if they forgot something or tap their head as if to remember, "ah-HA!" and go back to a locker, sit on the facing bench and look down for a while, then get up, still naked, and walk to another locker area and walk around <i>that</i> bench for a while. They'll then go wash their hands for some reason, carefully dry them, still naked, then go to another locker area and sit. Some will walk a bit to a locker, wait, and try to act natural. There's a forced effort here. I'm not buying it. Some will shower and enjoy slopping wetness everywhere, all over the floor, walking around wet, dripping and naked. This seems to be a larger event of the day for them and they'll drip wet and sit on benches and do more locker hopping, not opening any, just going to them, walking laps around a bench, about-facing and reversing direction around a bench area, being wet and naked. Some will dry their balls facing away from the mirror. Some will open lockers and fish for something for a bit and take nothing out, then walk around some more... all ... day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">What it comes down to is not perverted or sexual in-nature. The elderly there fuss about it when approached and get cross, turning it around to, "What are you looking for? I just don't care! <i>That's</i> why I'm nude. It's a gym locker room! What's <i>your</i> problem, buddy?" Riiiight. So it comes down to this. Is it generational? Partially. Here is my revelation. Here is the secret: <b><u>These elderly are what's known as "nudists."</u></b> Not so much exhobitionists, though nudism has that to a slight degree. Back in the earlier days, nudist colonies were abundant. Now-a-days, they're few and far between. There <i>are </i>a few that exist in Colorado, such as the Mountain Air Ranch. The heyday of nudist camps, colonies, and resorts are much less than the 1960's and 1970's, which is the proper age for a late teenager, early 20-something to be involved in. Think of it. Such places were taboo communion-based get-togethers that had comradery, likely drug use of various levels, and a hippie counter-culture "be"-in. Concepts of this are lost on today's Millennial, Generation Zero'ers. Personally I find it a bit of an unsavory mental condition. The concept of a be-in such as the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_Be-In" target="_blank">one in San Francisco</a> in 1967 where it started continued-on until the early 1980's. Subdivision-living hippie wannabes re-enacted communal get-togethers were attempted across the US as depicted poignantly in the pre-<i>Family Guy</i> episodic cartoon of <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lKeifVz3b8" target="_blank">Wait 'Till Your Father Gets Home</a></i> Season 1, Episode 20, "The Commune" where the Meg-like "Alice" decides to get involved in a more open and understanding youth-hippie family of like-mindedness. The prime-time cartoon was shown very late in the US in 1972 (as late as 10:30pm or later). I remember it airing on <i>Love, American Style</i> as a short segment and later it's own late-night spot. <i>Family Guy</i> takes a lot from that show; quite a bit, actually. It was very edgy for its time but the pacing was slow and awkward with minimalist background animation similar to <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwktFmbBg2c&nohtml5=False" target="_blank">Vegetable Soup</a> </i>cartoon segments a few years later with focus on the main character, sometimes with pure white, blank backgrounds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">That's my take on it. I'm not certain I agree with it, but these people's mental state is that it's not completely insane, really. They have boundaries. They're not going to jump on your kid or you or anyone. That's not the purpose or want. No. They do this in a socially acceptable place instead of behind some bushes or out in the woods together, which would be indecent-exposure and illegal and likely get arrested. The nudist camp might be too expensive per-day or too far away. This is conveniently located and perfectly acceptable (well, mostly so). With this in-mind, I'm a little better for it and it doesn't bother me as much. I deducted this on my own, mostly because I'm an expert of things and stuff and very clever. So don't panic, they're just being happy (in a weird, harmless way).</span><br />
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<span abp="1806" style="font-size: x-large;"> So this is it, I'm moving on to a new site for my work, and therefore will no longer be subjected to the likes of GB. A pity, really, because his existence has given me years of material; but like so many humans on this blue Earth, I have found in my worldwide travels that characters repeat. Have you ever met a guy, only to be reminded of him in the face and demeanor of someone else? Stranger still, a physical representation but not a personality mirror? That example is the most disturbing. I knew a kid who reminded me a bit of myself, a bit younger, but was decidedly far more evil, like some <em abp="1807">Star Trek</em> Mirror-Universe version of myself; some "anti" me. Fun to think about, and writers have played on that for centuries.</span></div>
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<span abp="1827" style="font-size: x-large;"> Back in the 1970's we had to endure "variety shows", especially <strong abp="1828">one-off</strong> ones during the holday season that usually included a few singing routines such as "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" by Dorris Day or Jim Neighbors or Carol Burnett. There'd be some comedy routines and some dance numbers and it'd take up a good few hours of prime-time TV. </span></div>
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<em abp="1849">Yep. Blackface... blackface... that's </em>enterTAINment, <em abp="1850">kids! See the </em>blacks?!</div>
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<em abp="1859">Because America loves this shit, "Madame!"</em></div>
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<a abp="1945" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ShjYi2XXfWRqBaiKs6kecTAwYcAk7M2vDyvtx3y1ZPPKqj7nswwaxAJyeuqKhKX3xacST9A6ozPlIM9J55rWjGkXvt9uwSsI-HGTMloNlATzx_iGke0MyVuH0DLhN6PP0twmaEupk54/s1600/krampus.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img abp="1946" border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ShjYi2XXfWRqBaiKs6kecTAwYcAk7M2vDyvtx3y1ZPPKqj7nswwaxAJyeuqKhKX3xacST9A6ozPlIM9J55rWjGkXvt9uwSsI-HGTMloNlATzx_iGke0MyVuH0DLhN6PP0twmaEupk54/s640/krampus.png" width="640" /></a></div>
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<em abp="1949"><span abp="1950" style="font-size: x-small;">Krampus, the character that shows-up to bad boys and girls in Europe for Christmas. Yep. This is also a thing.</span></em></div>
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<em abp="1959"><span abp="1960" style="font-size: x-small;">Yep, this is how it usually went, though the Lt.Colonel here would go home<br abp="1961" />by 6pm and we'd work all night with this script we'd read. Oh such fun't. N't!</span></em></div>
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It's fielded now by a team, thankfully, possibly because of my logical banter, but whatever. We had coordinates and read various scripts based on time where Santa was. Kids would ask if Florida was near Georgia in their home town and I'd explain that it was, that Santa was really nearby and they should go to bed right away! Cute but dorky. </span></div>
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<em abp="1972"><span abp="1973" style="font-size: x-small;">Actual real-life modern-day Sinterklasse and.. two Dutch in blackface again.. yep. That's a thing.</span></em></div>
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<em abp="1988">Oh, look! GB's typing our doom!</em></div>
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<a abp="1990" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyxXpxprrJM9eCk5ztsnlNYcx2nXjM2KAFEUTMY0fm3OBmkjcHV1d1h2yE0dpMBQ0HePQq6u5_zrrQ6k-zJA9B7DU24uDpAvrogRrP-aMgTBMx_QQHqeIIgB-1iMUrGdar1pbzw2CY3w/s1600/pug-pc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img abp="1991" border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyxXpxprrJM9eCk5ztsnlNYcx2nXjM2KAFEUTMY0fm3OBmkjcHV1d1h2yE0dpMBQ0HePQq6u5_zrrQ6k-zJA9B7DU24uDpAvrogRrP-aMgTBMx_QQHqeIIgB-1iMUrGdar1pbzw2CY3w/s640/pug-pc.jpg" width="640" /></a><span abp="1992" style="font-size: x-large;"> I can't imagine a world without the blinding and astounding ineptitude that GB has provided, the harassment as a work partner akin to a base-ketball-sized wasp-nest in a pup-tent, zipped tight with me and a pug on acid and cocaine. Such delights that create doom for operations while frantically trying to thwart Putin's chess-game with America has caused serious alarm and having ground-down my teeth the loss of one in the front and no small amount of gray hair (GB would invariably spell it in the UK "grey" because, well, that's how he is, except adding a lower-case 8 perhaps, or a green, anomalous silent "square" in there.)</span></div>
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<a abp="2005" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrsoXMQIOrDK83lHQI2Z9Eakbw6Bkb7QZ93N_NFA-ZwdhPLSf5D2ZsENvv7OVVrUHNRgjD1rgxvLz_lCxr6rl2uOiWyVyUZjgOwox4WYGR2Nafy9tQ_LWYMWmoA_gQ-R8-bUAFI8tgnQ/s1600/angrypug.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img abp="2006" border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrsoXMQIOrDK83lHQI2Z9Eakbw6Bkb7QZ93N_NFA-ZwdhPLSf5D2ZsENvv7OVVrUHNRgjD1rgxvLz_lCxr6rl2uOiWyVyUZjgOwox4WYGR2Nafy9tQ_LWYMWmoA_gQ-R8-bUAFI8tgnQ/s400/angrypug.gif" width="400" /></a><span abp="2007" style="font-size: x-large;"> I'd like to point-out that I haven't mentioned enough how bad his log-entries were, or that what a pathological liar he is to the point of extreme comedy. In this "Holiday Christmas Special" I'd like to point out a few that I missed, and, heck, why not(?) make up a few on my own that are "in the spirit" of the like because the Lord knows he's lied to me on so many occasions for no benefit, just out of stupid, cruel malice, often burning himself in the process. I can only hope to God above that when his clearance paperwork comes around I can honestly say to the investigator he is in no way trustworthy and shouldn't work at a McDonald's lest he nuke Washington DC in the process of creating a Big Mac sandwich using the colored chart. I'm not being mean. He lies. Often. Either to save his skin or not. He's untrustworthy and a bad worker, given too many breaks. That's it. Sorry, but it's the honest truth. It turns out he's a good woodworker though, so there's that. Maybe he should go build an ark for all the sh*tstorm he's going to cause? Sad but true, friends. Sad but true.</span></div>
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<a abp="2016" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyDEMHIqp1uO7h39EOQXRYluzJ4hPvkoMJ7aq_CZwno_u-TpVMXbaeNQiLU95F8XhRtM2pnXzjs-G3KEU06-8-rlInP_pHREG2udcbqrDmEHmi8TJW3g1bB53-gTbxLi6GK6HDbs9eEk/s1600/pugpugpug4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img abp="2017" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyDEMHIqp1uO7h39EOQXRYluzJ4hPvkoMJ7aq_CZwno_u-TpVMXbaeNQiLU95F8XhRtM2pnXzjs-G3KEU06-8-rlInP_pHREG2udcbqrDmEHmi8TJW3g1bB53-gTbxLi6GK6HDbs9eEk/s320/pugpugpug4.jpg" width="320" /></a><span abp="2018" style="font-size: x-large;"> One special log entry involved, "By the Grace of the Great Burrito". These log entries go up to the Wing Command Post or higher echelons of governmental agencies, some clandestine, that he is well known for being what's known as a "re'tard." He'll even go as far as to change <em abp="2019">your</em> log entries to fit his style, which often include several amounts of random punctuation, upper and lower case characters, and some you have to download special ones from foreign character sets. </span></div>
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<span abp="2027" style="font-size: x-large;">For a few months I decided to add a special one I found that was a squirrel-shape to end his log entry for the day, as, indeed, he'd make squirrel sounds at random when it was really quiet, or smash-down a Gutenberg-Bible-sized tome on a desk to break the silence for no reason. Annoyance pleased him. He will not be missed. I would, perhaps like it if he accidentally burned his hand in a tragic hot-fudge accident, perhaps at a Golden Corral, diving for his lost pork-chop with his fist in the chocolate fountain, then pulling the whole fountain on himself, though badly burned, satisfied with himself with a "heh heh heh" because he got to eat a lot of it during the crash like he one-upped the company somehow.</span></div>
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<span abp="2034" style="font-size: x-large;"> Lets begin some of the special Christmas "tails" GB spun as truth (and a few I'll make up.. you decide..) If you guess which ones he actually told and which I made up, you win a cool $10 via PayPal. Just answer your replies below along with your PayPal address..</span></div>
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<span abp="2051" style="font-size: x-large;">4. In the still of the night GB was working in a USAF installation when the ground antenna caused a fault, no longer tracking the satellite it was supposed to. GB surrendered all responsibility as usual and had hardware reboot the computers that control the antenna but that didn't work. He then did that 11 more times and it still didn't work. The Director of Operations came in and demanded what he was going to do about it since he had his feet up on the desk at this point and decided a nice nap, snoring like Curly from <em abp="2052">The Three Stooges </em>was delightfully appropriate. GB's response was to probably give it another REEEEE-BOOT! This didn't fix the problem, so instead he went right on having Hardware reboot the computer at the antenna until it finally didn't work still. The Director of Operations explained that a ground-system engineer should only rely on hardware to reboot a computer if the engineer has given-up on all possible solutions, else what's the point in having an engineer "middle-man" when hardware could just do everything? The engineer position therefore is invalid and a waste of money. GB responded by attempting to REEEE-BOOT the director, but that didn't work. He finally ran home and hid under his bed for 3 days. This seemed to work, because when he came back, the antenna was working again somehow. He chalked that one up to expertise!</span></div>
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