Thanks for Thanksgiving

 Graces

1.Good food, good meat, Good God, let's eat!

2.Thank you God for our food and our blessings.   Amen.

3. For food, for raiment, for life, for opportunity, for friendship and fellowship, we thank thee oh lord

4. rub a dub-dub, thanks for the grub

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I went to my brother's house and ate well, and spent time with family.   I had prime rib and spinach and yams and salad and fruit salad and garlic bread and cc cookies and gnocchi and cheeses and 2 cokes and a can of v8 and assorted meats like salami and prosciutto slices and pigs in a blanket and something else.   I actually didn't have any turkey, or gravy.   My comment that Turkey the country came before turkey the bird was received like a lead balloon.  Anyway,  I played with the triangular boomerang, the throwing stars and hatchets target game, met Echo the fish, and tried my hand at a tabletop Space Invaders game.  I sat between my 2 aunts, and Mom drove me to the Bart station for a gratefully uneventful trip home.  There were 7 kids there, which I appreciate.  The Walgreens on Ocean ave where I used to work is closed, and I think the library is different(?).  Anyway, it's good to be home with Rhee.  I'm supposed to think of gift ideas for Christmas.  261 page views on the blog, today.  Goodnite.  

396, Friday

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Ace Young and Jerry Flunk (as in geriatric).    K likes to toy with me, get a reaction, push my buttons.  "You better not be Ace Young!"     I don't know Ace Young.  I have never met Ace Young.  I have no interest in meeting Ace Young.   I have never listened to Ace Young.  Why is she calling me Ace Young??  She doesn't say.   Pure psycho.   Arghh!  Well, gratitude.   Thanks are in order.  Thankyou for keeping things interesting.

Few churches, in the future - but many men!  (A lot of parking lots, but few fuses.  Copious numbers of cops, but scarce supply of air.   Tiny quantities of tiny titties.   Ha.   Unos pocos locos.  Many menacing mendacious mental men, telling lies about lays, and truth about vermouth). 

Thanks, also, for NOT having Cancerous Brain Tumors or HIV/AIDS or Snakes in my brain or being shot with Ghost Bullets or  constantly being entered by beings/entities in Ghost State or needing to Pound my back or being Bullied or Trafficked or Left for dead or Raped or Beaten or, or course, Tortured.   Thanks to my support system, and medications, and for friendships and people who care, like Karen and Patricia.   Thanks to KP people and family and the BFP (Bkly Food Pantry) and the BFC (Bkly Free Clinic, dental) and my roommates and landlord, who are usually nice.   Thanks to Rhee, especially when she's friendly.  And all the people that make my life pleasant, such as the people behind Wikipedia or Grok,  library folks, The Onion, restaurants I go to, and radio stations I listen to.   Thanks for blogger and the www and internet!

The Oscar-nominated Shorts are in February.   There's a movie out called Jay Kelly.   hm.  The public libraries have walls of dvd's, of course.   YouTube is always entertaining.  

People speak pidgin (but pigeons don't).  There is a Native American tribe Crow.   Turkey is a country.   There are military hawks and doves.  Dubya had to 'duck'.   Bird is the word.   There's Steven Seagal and Jonathan Livingston Seagull.   Atticus Finch.  Construction cranes.  To every season, tern tern tern.    Go fly a kite.  A heron on heroin?  Gosh, well owl be!

Don't Be Such An Idiot

He said

1:14p, M 11/24/25.   Ree sleeps.  I sit.  Fan on.  Traffic passes.  TG approaches.  Up late, slept long.  Cozy in comfort.   Feeling lazy.  Ate some dates.  Pitted.  Pot of coffee?  Bowl of HN cheerios.  Pushups.  Amazon comes tomorrow (Tue).  Blog count:  68.   Reading Kafka.  Drinking juice.  Watching Miracles of Nature (on mute).   Listening to wprb Princeton.   Considering climbing back into bed.  What if I stay quiet for 12 hours?

Later:  85, today's blog page-view count.   I went back to bed.   Going back to Ed, lol.  Ed the Bedouin.  The coffee machine isn't working, for some reason.  I've got a new used one, to play with, though.  Goffman drinks coffee.   They hate tea in Haiti.  Cocaine in my loca Coca Cola, pepper in my Dr. Pepper.   A toad in my soda.  Quaffing coffee?  I think I'll have a drink.  That red wine is mine.   You know, an average beverage.    Water makes my daughter look hotter.   A jug of ugly for Doug.   Sea enemies (anemones).  Evil weevils and cruel fools.   The Martian portion of the human being, Homo sapiens, drama play.  Play I some music. 

I got some xl Under Armor boxer-briefs, which fit well, from online (Amazon), and I checked out the movie Staying Vertical from the library, which has actual (arresting) footage of a human live birth.   I bought a used Mr. Coffee coffee machine to replace the Black and Decker one that just broke on us.   I bought beanies, too, for him, and her, from one of the nearby Thrift Stores.

Everything is in "the Heavens".   Including Earth.   Especially Earth.   Earth has lakes of fire, and a wide variety of circumstances, for the living, that feel like Hell, too.   But dead's dead.   Oblivion isn't hell.  And if it's not hell, it's heaven, in my book.   A gratitude platitude.

a dip, on Another Day In Paradise.   splish splash, for a spell. 

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sin upon sin, sin seeds, stupid shit, dumb dick, evil entities, I and I

vibrantly violent

God, go on - drink!

I have a notion to put an eye of a newt in my potion!  And the leg of a spider in my cider!  

cash for cashmere and cashews

the Hopi rabbi did a rabbit hop (Native American jews and bmx "bunny hop" :-)

multilateral mutilation

my awkward aunt lives in Antioch

weerd

 The ‘spiders’ are just sea creatures?

Self-contained referential system

Dreams, you either die within or wake from

Back to life, back to reality

Jesus lives? Saves?  Huh?

Wake up, born again!

Psych hospitals…

With Devo and Jim Carrey and D

Wow

You can be weird without being insane

You can be God without being good

You can meet folks and get digits (!)

Your life, Jesse

Davis, of course

Buhbum buhbum

‘I need to seriously wake up jess’ 

I need to sleep

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All You Ever Needed To Know

How to read, how to type, how to pay rent and food

D

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Erasers erase sirs

Big al eats bagels

Allegations against Gay Al

Monkeys with monk keys

The lox is behind lock and key

Clifford jumped off a cliff

The horse ate oats, and the goats ate horseradish

The fag flag symbolizes pride inside, for gay lays

Anal isn’t banal, they say, and oral is moral

Vaginal is magical, and measurably pleasurable 

Queers listen to tears for fears while drinking near-beer with peers

Hear, hear! Cheers, dear!  Richard Geer is near your rear this year

Tears for veers, you dumb bum, thriving driver

steering clear of here, this is a tiny town, we don’t want you comin’ round

Death breath, the final sign, rattles the cattle

Steer away from the steer, dear

Dear dear, we hit a deer

Faggots turn to maggots, too

Corpse warp, becoming torpid (lifeless and dull)

The psychiatrist conducted a flesh-session

Bare flesh of Teshara

la di da, fossilized dodo doodoo!

did Diddy do dad's deed?  I would've died if I did, dude.

I'm God like Santa is Santa...

Diogi and Siati and em oh you ess e

Thanksgiving rhyme prayer

Thanks, Greg n' Peg, for regular legs -  I'm thankful for my ankle

And grateful for my fate, even that of being late

And appreciate being, seeing, peeing, and me-ing...

And have an attitude of gratitude, for Every Heaven! 

And thank you for tanks, too

And especially peace, that doesn't cease

Thank you God, for my body, the love from above,

And a kind mind that finds the good in the 'hood

And ends the quest for the best rest, nest, dressed, in the west

Jess is blessed!

Thankyou, thanks, gracias, merci, and dankeshin (shön) 

(and Shia shay, Arigato, )

Yes, thanks for my shins, too :-).    vocation, vacation, location.   shin bet.

Thanks for the food, dude and certainly the dessert!

Take a seat, get off your feet, Let's eat, both meat and wheat!

Jess T says, in jest, let's digest, but I digress

Let's consume, fill the room in your stomach, before running amok!

Bon apetit!   (omit joke about ape tit)

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cheeses christ:  Swiss cheese is holy, muenster is monstrous, and buddha likes gouda.   The freedom to eat edam.    Force is not endorsed, of course.

My contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner is Guiness beer, horseradish, and crackers.  I sent a picture of my purchase.  I've been specifically requested to get 3 Tracklements brand horseradish, and a 4 pack of cans of Guinness Draught stout.   I apparently screwed up by getting the Ba-Tampte horseradish, and the 6 pack of bottles of extra-stout.   Geez, Louise.  Would Thanksgiving turn sour if I just brought what I already bought??   Good lord.

Dog, D.O.G., Diogi, and Diageo (Guinness people);   you could name your cat See-eh-tee (Siati?)

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Thanks for BOOKS!

Did you know, around 4 MILLION books are published in English each year.    That's like 11,000 new books a day.   Happy speed-reading (j/k).   I mean, maybe AIs can read all that?

There are 130-170 MILLION unique books in the world (in all languages - there are approximately 7159 spoken languages in the world).   So that's something to look foreward to, in an infinite afterlife, or if your consciousness gets transferred to a machine, or something.  I guess you could calculate how many pages or words, too.   Is the data available?  170 terabytes, Google says.  Which is, a single terabyte could hold 1000 copies of The Encyclopedia Brittanica (32 volumes, in book form, the last set of which was 2010: they've moved entirely online.   Big and getting bigger!).  

170,000 x 32 = All Books  = 5,540,000 (encyclopedia brittanica volume equivalents).   Oh joy.

fyi.   There are exactly 2 remaining speakers of Lemerig, remaining, in Vanuatu.  van-wa-TWO! Wow.  I hope they talk to each other!

Also, if you were wondering, Is an Omniscient Computer possible?  The answer is No.   The Heisenberg uncertainty principle means you can't know (simultaneously) both the position and momentum of any given particle.   Also, the speed of light limits knowledge, so an OC would require information outside of its own "light cone" (the region of spacetime it can influence).   

Dr. Boox!  (my dad read to me).   Books with ghosts in them?: boo-ks!

Smart E

 Wiz-dumb and Smarties (candy)

Thoughtless pissing

Thoughtful chewing

Intelligence, and out don’t tell, gents

Your balls are showing, your dick is hanging out

SATan's SAT score?  Did GREat at the GRE.  Testify!

Penn and Teller, Pennsylvania and Telephony

Teller and Gellar, fellas

Mel smells smelly Kelli, Dean cleans dirty Kurt, and icky Vicki

The hoarder orders messy Jesse, Meeting neat Pete in the street

Selling hell and yelling well for a spell

Pens in penitentiaries, pencils for stenciling 

The tensile strength of a pencil

The bouncy council voted for chill pills for Bill

The gay way and hetero on the metro

Queers drinking beers, and fags reading mags

Pedophiles distributing chocodiles

Rapist papists

No means no, only yes means yes

Know biblically?  Read your good book

Know thy bible before you buy the bull

Liars fry, so tell the truth in the booth

The penitent man shall pass

Ace is the place for the helpful hardware man

The case of getting maced in the face

Ow, bow, cow, dow, how, mao, now, pow, sow, tao, vow, wow

Rhyme about a crime

Hindus bowing to cows

Was Mao taoist?

Vowing to stop the ow (for cows and sows), like now

You know what smarties taste like?

Eat my brain, zombie

Eat my shorts

Eat Pete’s meat with wheat 

Beets, feet, heat, meat, neat, concrete, seat, teat

Eat my seat, and suck my teat

The concrete heats my feet, Sangeet 

Yada yada, my fada was a dadaist

Hello mudda, brudda

Buddhist nudists, naked, yay kid

No clothes, Bo knows, dough goes, yo Rose

Foodies like noodles with sauce, boss

Priest from the east is scared of the Beast

Roast beast and western vestments

Wear a bib for your burger, said Erger

Erger works at Murder Burger

smarties, brain food, zombies, and ecstasy - related, Kate

My date with Kate went great, mate

we ate dates, and danced with fate, for a spate

I hate Nate Tate's weight and Yates' freight 

illin' villains hate Bill Gates

a lil mil is still filling, Jill

Gill Bates, lol

open or close the Gate Or Door

Russo-Ukraine War facts:

unknown number of deaths ("hundreds of thousands")

149-730k, Russian personnel/soldiers, 

30-100k Ukrainians?  google is fuzzy

fog of war, plus intentional obfuscation

military and civilian, deaths and injured ("casualties")

Anyway, $$:  

"The direct cost of the war for Russia has been over US$450 billion"

and "The total value of raw material stocks in Ukraine is estimated at over $26 trillion."

-Wikipedia

grain (corn, wheat, barley) and lithium, especially

called the "breadbasket of the world" (because of its fertile "Black Earth')

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an annoyed droid

pissed off about being pissed on

tetchy about hetch-hetchy

bothered about your father

some trinities: Sit, stand, lie down;   Walk, jog, run;   Run, dash, sprint.

me myself and I, piss shit sweat, live love laugh, eat drink be merry

threesome, three's company, three's a crowd, three on the tree

Georgie Porgie had an orgy (four on the floor?)

meeting Boba at a fete

a habanero dish, heaven in Havana!

icicles on my bicycles!

quite right, stalactites and stalagmites fight to reach great heights

Save My Soul

 Good at being bad

Really good at being really bad

Great at being evil, in fact

The best at writing.   Better than being evil.  Grok.

Killing bugs, eating meat, soul aligned with both sides of the force.

You get it, you understand, you have sympathy

Compassion for carnivores, the prey, vegetarian anger, the whole thing.

Kill germs, vermin, hunt for meat, soldiers obey orders

   For money, for kicks, for their country, for freedom, just because

Being a warrior, good at winning fights, strategy, tactics, execution

God is good.   God is a vegetarian.   Meat is good, though.

I’m an omnivore.  Just the way it is.   Sorry.

Also, I don't believe in souls.

I mean, this blog is kind of my soul, it seems, actually.

I believe in irreverence and blasphemy!  

I also enjoy believing everything, syncretic, pantheist

You can think, be, do, say whatever you want.

Don't believe the hype.   Don't be.  Leave.  

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There are more stars than grains of sand, on earth, is said

Each star has an average distance from other stars of x light years

    (oh, in The Milky Way, our galaxy, the statistic is about 5 ly, is what I heard

      - not the U)

The speed of light is 186,282 miles per second

The closest star is Proxima Centauri.   It is 4.24 light years away.

It would take us (a crewed spacecraft like the Apollo Lunar Module) 27,000 years to go one light year.    An aircraft going 600 mph would take 1 million years to go a single light year.

This is only the KNOWN universe

I think space is infinite, in fact

There was a before spacetime, too, if you use your noodle

The average location in space is said to be completely black!

We are incredibly solitary and alone, out here on this spiral arm in the middle of nowhere

The situation is seriously unfathomable

Ask me?  Do whatever the fuck you want

We’re all candles in the wind, bubbles about to pop, ephemera

We are things, objects, bodies, that age, decay, die, disappear, dust to dust

We’re all in the same boat, nobody lives forever!

Even so, Happiness is possible, real, sustainable.

Love life, all of it.  Your one life.  

Number of stars?   The guesstimate is 2x10 to the 23rd.   200 sextillion.  In the OU.

Observable Universe.  2 trillion galaxies x 100 billion stars per galaxy, average.   Happy counting!   The average distance between galaxies?  About 1 million light years.   Now you know.   In much knowledge is much suffering?  Ecclesiastes 1:18.    Sneezy nasties.  Achoo!

Exercise at the Jim!

Snap into a slim Jim, bulk up at the gym

Jim Hennessy, Jim Marquis, Jim and Steve, gym

Jimmy Carter, Jiminy Cricket, Jim Carrey

Jim Jones, James, Jaime

Words and turds are for the birds (cumin is for humans!)

Fly, fly

For a (humanoid) angel to fly, the wingspan would have to be 23 feet 

  Plus, bones would have to be hollow, and

   also, the musculature would be crazy

Is it possible?   Will human technology someday make a real angel?

Ridiculous.

  I count Jim among my friends.  :-)

Less literal, everybody's in the heart of gold band.   Set the angel in you free!   We are each of us angels with only one wing, let us embrace each other and fly.  Yada yada.

Waiting for a miracle?  Miracle on 34th street - but I AM, really!

In your dreams?  Over my dead body?  

At the Apple Store (gotta take the Vision Pro goggle demo).   

You can buy a jar of Miracle Whip!  

Spirit in the Sky, your last breath (puff) joins the atmosphere

(tropo, strato, meso, thermo, exo-) spheres, :-)

burpees, herpes, and slurpees!

G-D is dead!  (Gertrude Degenhardt)

86,400 seconds in a day

31,546,000 seconds in a year

120 years is a lotta seconds

    3,785,520,000 (actually)

95 years is about 3B seconds