Brain Splatter

Well, it's official. America is no longer the number one country in the world. We just are not good enough and we need to start realizing that. Why my sudden change of heart about America's awesomeness?

Simple. China can control the weather!

I was reading some news on the Yahoo, and then I came across this story.

Meteorologists dispatched eight planes to release rain dispersal chemicals and fired 241 rockets into incoming clouds to ensure a dry Beijing Olympics closing ceremony, state media said Monday.

Somehow, someway, when we were not looking China developed a way to rule the very forces of nature. Why are the politicians not mentioning this? This is an election year, isn't this an important topic to discuss? Are they perhaps frightened knowing the great power that the Chinese now hold?

What do you think they are going to do with their power? So far they made good weather at the Olympics; what's next? I bet they have a national picnic day and you know it will be sunny that day.

Are there any downsides to their control of weather? If they stop the rain in one place does it rain harder in another? If they call down the rain does that cause a drought somewhere else? Will they just use this power for benign purposes or is something deeper, darker afoot? Something to think about.

The Democrats are having their convention this week. This means they now have the opportunity to step up on the national stage and totally fuck up. Yeah, they are going to fight amongst themselves and backbite and act like shmucks when what they should do is pull together to take on McCain. Oh. By the way, supposedly Joe Biden is going to be Obama's running mate. I say--What?

Why, when they need to stress change and doing things in new ways do they pick a guy who's face is next to the work "insider"? They could have picked a ballsy candidate instead they go safe. I don't just mean someone of color or a female; they just went for the easy choice. I guess the bosses who control everything got a little bit nervous about Obama and are putting the person they really want in the job into the second spot. I wonder if he will end up running the show like Dick Cheney did?

Shit. I just talked about politics again didn't I? I promised myself I would stop that and start talking about fun and interesting things. I don't know what those are yet but hey I will try to find them because I just care that much.

The kiddies are starting to go back to school. When I was in school I don't remember ever going back before the end of August. Usually we went back after Labor Day. Then on the first day of school we would go out for ice cream. If I ever have kids I will do the same for them.

Shit, and now I want ice cream. But I want Chinese food more. Go figure. I haven't had Chinese for awhile because every time I have it, it makes me sick. Maybe I should try a different Chinese place? I don't know. The place I get it from has good eggrolls so I go there. I like the eggrolls. Laterzzz...

This post sucks. I won't even reread it. Just skip it.

I could smell the brownies cooking. The chocolatey aroma turned to electricity in my nose and shot down my spine. It seemed to warm my spine and then the heat spread across my back.I almost felt like I was wallowing in the smell.That isn't the right word, but it is kind of accurate.

It was weird, I've never had that kind of reaction from a smell before. I have been lately trying to enjoy things more. I've been trying to change how I eat from just shoveling food in my gullet to actually tasting the food.

I read somewhere that one of the secrets to losing weight is to slow down when you eat. So I have been trying to.

I start with my morning coffee. Damn, I come as close to loving the smell of coffee brewing in the morning as it is to come to loving an inanimate thing. So when I drink my coffee I try to take a moment and breathe deeply and enjoy the aroma and the taste.

Something else I read was that smell was integral to taste. In other words if you have no sense of smell you don't have much of a sense of taste. Tastebuds can only supposedly register four tastes: sweet, salty, bitter, and something else that I can not remember right now. OK, found it. It is sour. There are some schools of thought that says there is a fifth taste which is Savory. It has an Asian name but I don't really care enough to go find it and describe it. I get by with what I got and that is OK.

Another thing I read is that you can lose your sense of smell. I guess it makes sense. You can lose your eyesight and your hearing I don't see why you can't lose the other senses.

It would suck to lose any of your senses. To some degree when I have a cold sometimes I can't smell anything because my nose is too stuffed. So to a small degree I can understand that. And I got so drunk one time that it felt like my hands were far away. It was weird. My arms almost felt like they were really long so I was feeling my hands over a distance. That only happened once, when I was young, and had drunk a way lot. I hope that is the closest I ever come to not having a sense of touch.

OK, back to the brownies. I could smell the chocolate smell and was feeling really good about the whole thing.

Little cooking tip--once you can smell the brownies, they are damn near done. That goes for other baked goods too. See, that delicious smell in that air is actually flavor escaping the brownies. So at that point you need to check them because they are damn close to being done. Ahh, brownies--so good. Let me go get some now. Laterzzz.

// posted by Biff Manly @ 12:56 AM 0 comments

The poison apple.

The image fascinates me.

The old witch in disguise, offering the young nubile beauty a taste, a bite, of something so delicate and delicious. What goes on in her head as she sees the offering from this person she has just met? Can she see herself in the reflection of the apple? Does she envision the crisp crunch as she bites in and her teeth pierce the slightly resisting skin, into the sweet meat underneath?

What does Snow White, if that is her name, really want from the apple? This delicious, tempting treat is pulled out from the hag's basket. Her eyes fixate on it. She wants it. She licks her rosy lips in anticipation. No thought of her own safety. No thought of why this old woman has such deliciousness and why she would share. Snow is desiring the taste. She is hungering for it. She wants it on her lips, her tongue, maybe the juice sliding down her throat or her chin. Wants, desires, needs controlling her actions.

She has no idea this witch has been after her. Watching her. Learning what she wanted. Learning what her heart desired. Not for Snow White's benefit, no matter how much she wants the apple, but only for the witch's own desire.

She wants to meet her own desires and needs. She wants to be the fairest, the prettiest, the best. She wants to be what everyone wants and desires. She wants to be Snow White. She wants to be to the rest of the world what the apple is to Snow White--an object of desire.

So she sets out to get what Snow White has. She tries taking it with the woodsman but that way was clumsy and it failed. Now she will have Snow White give it to her of her own free will. Snow White would never know what was in store for her, in fact, she would thank the witch for the gift of the apple.

And it comes down to the apple. And a girl. Her wants. Her beauty. A trade she is willing to make because she doesn't realize what she has. Giving into desire. Is that so bad?

And it comes down to a woman, a witch, a Queen. Ruled by her desires. She sees what Snow White has it and desires it. It that so bad?

I can't answer this because I was just thinking about the poison apple.

Laterzzz...

Labels: apple, queen, snow white

// posted by Biff Manly @ 10:34 PM 0 comments

Wow. 8-8-8. I think I should get a lottery ticket. Maybe I can win a few bucks. I don't believe that I have written yet for August so here I go.

Hi.

Hi, is a greeting. High is a measurement of where one thing is in relation above another object. Hi's opposite is bye. High's opposite is low. Generally you say Hi to someone that you know reasonably well or in a familiar setting. Sometime you add a word to it like, there. Hi there.

High is usually used to describe something. It isn't used as a sentence itself unless it is answering a question.

"How far is that plane up there?"

"High"

Even that is not totally satisfactory in most cases. You have to add words like: very, really, super, or just admit, "I don't know how high it is."

The word high also has a sinister meaning. It means when you take a drug of some sort the feeling that you get from said drug. The drug is made to a make you feel high. And some drugs do, they make you feel light and airy and carefree. Almost like a balloon let free to float away on a warm breeze.

Some drugs called downers are said to make you feel high even though down usually refers to the direction you would associate with low. In fact, some people who are down or feeling low take drugs to feel high.

When you are trying to get high, you are more likely to say Hi. Your favorite drug dealer comes over and gives you some product and you say Hi to him. Then when the sale is done you say bye. So after the buy you say bye so you can say hi to your pipes or papers then you can get high. And if your friends come over and have bought some of there own drugs during a buy, you say hi, so you can get high off of their buy and then you won't feel so low that you didn't have enough to share and so your high would not be low. And of course, then because you are too high to drive and wouldn't want to go to jail you call the pizza man and say hi I need some pizza and then you say hi before you buy some pizza, but then you bum out the pizza man because your tip was low. But then one of your friends says that he knows that dude so you say hi again and he hits your sweet stash and no longer cares about the low tip because he is so high.

See, it all just works out.

Laterzzz...

Labels: hi, high, low, question, what

// posted by Biff Manly @ 8:06 AM 0 comments