I drove in yesterday and noticed that I had been tagged. I got a little chuckle out of it, and decided that I would have to take a picture and do a post. then, as often happens in the spring, I got too busy to even take a picture.So, I've been tagged. I did notice that there was a coffee house poem that showed up on my blogsite, ending with a little hint about being tagged.
"1. back in time towhen the white night was talking bakedwords and the pink queen giving headback in time to the abaloney ballonyroom where they fill more and kill lessand back in time to Elvis and JackKerouac back to Sinatra, Ella, Satchamosingin' on the sunny side of the the street da ma ba da boi..put your troubles in a pocket with a hole in it...
2. back in time the dresses on the manikins going up and down like in hG Wells -- the Time Machine -- back to Mary Shelly's Frankenstien is she related to Robin Shelly and who was married to Mary back in time? back in time to Kubla Khan and the pyramids, Suzy, standing by the nile a black catback to the dinosaur the neandrathal and Kirk...
3. back to the beginning before true and false.. before lightbefore heavy and before the tree fell or the angelback to the Void, to memory, to the conjunction of the linear progressions meeting with its perpendicular twin at the beginning of right NOW where there is --peace but i am human and have a pink pen to write my name and here i am --LOL!]\\
i think there four i forgot,
s"
Well... As I have learned time and time again, it's not nice to keep a lady waiting. This showed up this afternoon:
........."1. if my feathers fell before you got there, did they make a sound?
3. was it the same squeaky sound that my pink marker pen makes when i write my tag in Gville?
circling in a hold pattern,
s"
It sounds like the Lady gets a little pissy when she thinks she hasn't been noticed. then to make matters worse, OMR confused her. I can't repeat what she said to him but I can only say that he probably deserved the tongue lashing he got. But she ended with another hint about tagging me. So I thought that I had better make a note that I saw her "Tag" because I don't want to end up in the same dog house as OMR.
The photo of the sign that Suzy tagged reminded me of a song that was the rage when suzy was born.
Hammer-Time... Can't touch this! Only say "Blah Blah time" in the propper place.
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At my age, a tongue lashing sounds like more fun than i've had since Roosevelt, or was it Truman?
Could someone please tell me what that tagger wrote, my eyes can't make it out?
I musta missed somethin' somewhere along the line LOL
this may help, or not
When ganjstas be taggin' yo signs and graphitiing up your blogs, ol'time homey knows it is up...
Santa Rosa is already here...its already through the Grove...it is too late to stop them at Richardsons Grove! Santa Rosa ganjstas are here!
Could be a Chinese graffiti gang, there is rumor of a hole to China in that vicinity.
Finally!!! Suzys been waiting 4 sooooo long 4 some real up 2 the moment news. (4 those with bad I-sight, the tag appears to say, "JACUZZI".) --which in gangstaspeak means that the social waters are turbulent at the sight of the tag. The color screams out that the tagger had been smoking Santa Roosevelt pink. But whats a coffeehouse poem Ernie --is it something that they had back in Truman's era?
I don't get what is going on.
Carol, it is understandable that there is some confusion here. As near as I can figure...Suzy Blah Blah has a sign for a designated parking spot, which she generously shares with Ernie. In an incredible breach of the much vaunted backdoor security system, said sign was tagged, or graffitied with the word Jacuzzi, which is the name of an Italian gang or family.
"In 1907, my father, Valeriano Jacuzzi, and a younger brother started the eventual immigration of his parents, brothers and sisters to the United States from Italy, where they settled in Northern California."
This is a widespread and seductive cult as anyone knows who has had an encounter with a Jacuzzi. More than that I do not wish to say.
Ms. Blah Blah is clearly trying to warn us.
Does that help?
I don't get all of the confusion. The tag clearly says "Suzy". First look for an "s" Then a "U" then a "Z" then a "Y". "Jacuzzi"
You Guys are just trying to say that I'm a bad photographer!
I added music to listen while you read> Click on the video and the bottom of the post.
Well I guess if you squint hard enough...
I see two stick figures, one seated, one sort of kneeling, both with arms raised in angst at the gravel and concrete textures of modern life. Blah Blah time tagged and bagged. A statement. Life as a parking space.
Blah, blah, blah.
--stick figures
What?!! I think you may be referring to the stylized "U" and "Y" (you & why)--But listen up Critic, its best not to throw stick figures when stoned cuz its not true that words can never hurt you as has been published.. Words CAN hurt you, and they can even break yr bones, (or sticks or whatever youre made of) specially when theyre painted on eight foot sections of metal that might fall from Chautauqua's roof onto yr head in the winter storm, but anyway, i just want to warn you and any other wise assed half-acre Critic out there once again, be careful of what yr statements state. It has now been reestablished by the BCiA's re-research team that what we are dealing with here is a gang with connections to the JahSuzy family of It Alley. There is also reason to believe that a pipeline to China is the focus of this territorial dispute. Things could get ugly real fast. The gang has been rumored to be in the possession of MMG --markers of mass graffuction. They also have been known to carry concealed chalk and have been said to have ties to certain hip-hop-scotch patterns popping up lately all over the county. This is a pink alert. So please be careful with your criticism cuz the JahSuzy family doesnt fool around when it comes to tag. Yes Critic, you'd best be careful or you could help to escalate this tagging activity into a full blown game of hide and seek!
alley alley all come free,
s
Thanks for the musical interlude. It was great to drum to. Ernie, I'm worried for you....watch your topknot. Anyone know where that line comes from?
This is all rather brilliant... There may yet be hope for Garberville.
"Gang Graffiti - This graffiti is generally perpetrated by members of v------ street gangs whose primary purpose is to announce the superiority of a specific street gang in a specific neighborhood, the gang's "turf." "
When this roving blog reporter showed up this morning at the scene of the tagging, a refrigeration repair vehicle had pulled in as close as possible to the sign completely blocking the camera krew from witnessing the turf war declaration, or "art" as some might call it. There was a man reaching across the front seat of the truck who I approached. Not wanting to startle him I asked him what he was doing. Irritably he responded "Changing the turn signal fluid!". When he actually looked at us and saw our press 'tags', he ran back into the building muttering "I am a busy busy man, I have no more time for the press". I could tell by the redness of his retreating pate that he was upset.
Although this reporter could not verify the gang "turf" war declaration today, the picture and blogentry suggest that the message from the Jahsuzzis was a direct challenge to the Irish clan whose turf that has been for decades.
Will there be an escalating tagger war for turf in town? Probably. How do I know? Chalk it up to intuition.
From lil' It Alley, this is the 6 o'clock report.
Who'da thunk it...
Mr. E and Suzy blah blah, keepin' it real since 2009.
This will go down in history.
then all the reindeer loved him
and they shouted out with glee
Ernie the red pated refrigerator man
you'll go down in bullshistory
the saga continues...
It is historical fact that the Jacuzzis made their prescence known in that area of Garberville a few or so decades ago, several of them within a block of that location. Them that was here then can confirm the wet truth of that.
what came first, Italian chicken scratches, or Irish eggnog?
egg noggin
"Ollie Ollie in come free,
Oly Oly oxen free,
Ollie Ollie oxenfreed,
Oly Oly ocean free,
All-ye All-ye outs in free,
Oly Oly Olsen's free.
Alle, alle auch sind frei
Oyez, oyez, in kommen frei!
Alley Alley oats in free
It was an old saying that kids said during the Oregon Trail times".
"An article by Nanna Rognvaldardottir, an Icelandic food expert, states that the drink adopted the nog part of its name from the word noggin, a Middle English phrase used to describe a small, wooden, carved mug used to serve alcohol. Another name for this English drink was Egg Flip. Yet another story is that the term derived from the name egg-and-grog, a common Colonial term used to describe rum. Eventually the term was shortened to egg’n’grog, then eggnog."
A Bricelandic expert says, brandy with eggnog, never rum.
"21 January 1818, Connecticut Gazette (Hartford, CT), pg. 4:
From the American Beacon.
BEWARE OF EGG NOG.
A SONG FOR THE SEASON.
To be sung to any Tune that suits the measure.
While the little boys cry, “merry Christmas is coming,”
Shall I be as dull as a water drunk log!
No! I’ll sing you a song (for we bards must be humming)
And the burden shall still be Beware of Egg Nog.
When the bowl mantles over with elegant fears,
And the steam rises up in a silvery fog;
Put by the potation, keep Reason at home,
And think of my warning, Beware of Egg nog.
When Circe, the witch, caught Ulysses’ men,
She gave each a dram that soon made him a hog;
The identical mixture—‘tis now as ‘twas then;
So attend to the moral, Beware of Egg nog.
When the circle is form’d, the glass passes round,
Old Satan draws nigh, tho’, as usual incog,
And chuckles too see good Sobriety drown’d—
Would frustrate his malice—Beware of Egg nog.
But why do I rail at one liquor this way?
Is no other as fatal; rum, brandy or grog?
Yes, yes, they’re all one. I mean all when I say,
And I’ll say but once more now, Beware of Egg nog."
ibid link
It's that wacky-tabacky again. Thanks, Ern!
Nuggs not nog!
My home internet has been off. It's back on now.
This probably won't go down in history as one of my more pertinent postings. It probably won't even qualify as "Bullshistory"
Sorry.
When the main cat is away, the anonymice will play.
Just in, at the 11th hour, with the help of Harley mediators, the tagg-ed and tagg-er have agreed to meet in an attempt to head off another new round of tagging and blogging.
Murphey's Pizza was chosen as a neutral ground to bring the rival Branclan and the Jahsuzzis of It Alley together to bury the pink marker and initiate a new spirit of ethnic and oldtimer/newcomer peace and cooperation.
It has been suggested that this entire episode was a media driven event, unworthy of the appellation bullshistory...nothing us Rivierras haven't heard before.
Some day future hysterians will thank this reporter for heading off a savagely inscrutable tagging/turf war before it escalated to...yes, murals on store walls.
Up next, our report on the staggering biker contest live from Piercy California.
SORRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!but i'd like to see a thread about SPEED DEVEE! where did he come from?what did he do?WHY THE NAME"SPEED"???
BTW,i think he was a ROTARIAN???
..bring the rival Branclan and the Jahsuzzis of It Alley together to bury the pink marker and initiate a new spirit of ethnic and oldtimer/newcomer peace and cooperation.
that'll happen when refrigerationists fly into the sun and the cold blue moon turns hot pink..
Refrigerationists won't fly to close to the sun. We are all very practical people and we learn from others, and we only believe what is provable.
Therefore, we won't fly to close to the sun, because we know that Icarus melted when he tried that.
”Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea in the area which bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.”
Refrigerationist aren't stuuupid! We learn.
LOL! Suzys baack.. LOL the mice sure do play .. but anyway i forgot what i was gonna rhyme .. oh yeah the Icarus tag LOL.. Ernie, what you posted is the exoteric meaning of the story.. But the esoteric meaning ie the true meaning, the meaning for greeks who want to penetrate the mysteries a bit deeper than the ice cream shelf in the freezer is...
just like the forbidden fruit, if you don't pick it and die, you don't really live. Esoteric meaning says --fly!! straight into the sun and if your wings are held on with wax then fall!!! straight into the blue.. either way you die! but not really LOL! its a metaphor. You die and are reborn in a more mature form. When the story is understood esoterically it's an initiation rite.
For those who have eyes to blur and ears to blame, and wings to sea and feathers to sign their name.
huggles,
!Yic are ZUS
I love this place...
SoHumBorn
Suzy
Ostensibly, we are not allowed to use words like “Esoteric” on this blog, but because you explained the underlying meaning, I will allow it. Also, you explained the true hidden meaning of flying into the Sun was a metaphor, not to be taken literally, but as an example that we could clearly see was not really dying, but experiencing a grand new, but tangible experience, in a state like Spyrock would call the “quantum experience“, like flying through a black hole and coming out the other side as an equal but opposite person, with a whole new set of circumstantial experience to digest.
By using the word “Esoteric” you were able to tip-off the “in people” on this blog that it was only intended to be understood by a select few that could actually visualize flying through the hole in the center of the sun and out the other side without leaving our keyboards. Brilliant!!!
the meaning for greeks who want to penetrate the mysteries a bit deeper than the ice cream shelf in the freezer is...
For greeks who don't want to go that deep, the "Greek Gods Baklava Pagoto Ice Krema is a tantalizing treat to the senses."
Also available in Chocolate Fig and Honey Pomegranate!
thnx Ernie, i hope youll also allow the word 's'oteric which is to esoteric what esoteric is to exoteric.. in the 's'oteric version of the myth you fly through the sun and the ice cream in yr backpack doesn't melt because it takes time (Chronos) to melt something, but you see, when you fly that high time is realized as an illusion * * * so the ice cream stays solid. its the last word in quantum reefer-igeration. And even though a little purple trainwreck may help its not really necessary, all you need to fly that high is Confidence, which is not to be confused with 'self-confidence'. Theyre two totally different things. Self-confidence, sometimes referred to as the 'newcomer' is a failed attempt at non-local effect by dropouts from the Buzzurkley physics department who tried to be in two places at the same time. But Confidence is NOT non-local, its been with you all the 'time' --you just need to awaken it cuz it likes to sleep in.
One more thing, when yr back on earth dont forget that chocolate chip cookie that you put in yr pocket this morning or by two o-clock youll have a gooey mess.
kalimera,
's'
Yassou
i like this soteric refrigerated physics lesson, but make mine a peanut butter cookie and i won't forget to eat it before it melts.
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