OLDCATMAN HAS MOVED TO A NEW BLOG. SAME GOOD STUFF AT oldcatman-2.blogspot.com THERE IS A DIRECT ''LINK'' IN THE RIGHT HAND LINK AREA.........
.......enjoy the trip?????????????
one more thing, PLEASE LEAVE YOUR NAME
............55 days until Christmas..................
'Twas the eve before Halloween and all thru the house
All of the creatures were stirring, including the mouse;
The ghosts and ghouls were hung about with care
Knowing that Halloween would soon be there.
The children were all crashed in their beds
While visions of treats danced in their heads.
And 'the old lady" in her thong and I in the nude
Had just settled down for something quite lewd.
When out on the patio there arose such a noise
That I jumped naked out of bed, lacking much poise.
Away to the sliding door I flew like a flash
Peaked thru the curtain and itched on my rash.
The street light glared on the underwatered lawn
And I squinted and stared and let out a yawn.
Needless to say I was stressed and quite nervous
For it was a LIMO surrounded by the Service.
With passengers in back, neither lively or quick
I guessed in a moment that it was George and Dick.
More rabid than skunks his gang they all came
And he mumbled and grumbled and called them by name:
Hey, Rumsfeld, Ashcroft, Powell and Rice
Hey, Ridge, Jeb, Laura and 'Dad'--how nice!
Out of the LIMO they all flew like heck
And all found a place on my patio deck.
And then, in a twinkling, I got a great thrill
As George fired up my barbeque grill.
A meeting at my place, what a Halloween treat
TIME NOW TO PLAN HIS DEFEAT!!
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like dead roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up with a pucker
Damn, what an ugly mother fucker!
He was skinny and boney, a dumb ass nerd
And I laughed when I saw him and gave him the bird!
The evil in his eye left much to be said
Yes, DEAR WORLD, we have much to dread!
He spoke lots of words that meant very little
But he scared me so, I started to piddle!
He put his finger up his nose
And to the LIMO the group and he goes!
The engine fired up and to his team gave a whistle
And they sped off like the down of a thistle.
I SHOUTED AND SCREAMED AND LET OUT A ROAR:
"WE ARE GOING TO GET YOUR ASS IN 2004!"
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= 7-10 THOUSAND CHILDREN, WOMEN, MEN, DOGS, CATS AND SADDAM'S 2 SONS.
Oh well, 2 major editorial fuck ups tonight....oh, I could have created a correction or 2 but why? Isn't the "3rd" one always the charm?
I am going to "retire" and if you find the "3rd" let me know.
AWAY!
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Thanks to Lorelei ("insidelookingout" link RIGHT) for the inspiration on the $$$$ bit......see her post today to take a
serious look at $$$$ issues!!!!
Such a dream I was having.............
END OF THE DREAM........................................
Sunday morning and all is well on the farm but is all well in the blog world?
Several of my blog friends are going thru some personal shit in their lives that they are not happy about.
The "who" and the "what" (that's bothering them) is not as relevant as the fact that if it wasn't for their blog friends, they'd be eating their problems all by themselves.
I have 'preached' for a long time that BLOGS (still an 'ugh' word, to me) can have an important part in "our lives" besides the traditional blogging chit-chat that goes on......."I'll link you if you link me!"
"Let's do a quiz!" "Let's review the blogs of last week." "Boy, look at my site meter visits grow!" .......all is simply BULL SHIT..at times.
My little (but growing) circle of blogging friends (you know who you are, so I don't need to name names and link links) are the best friends that I have had, or allowed into my life, in a long time.
This blogging business has brought me even closer to my Denverite Son, Bob (a blogger himself) and since he is a member of "our little blogging family", he is benefiting too!
I look forward to each morning, reading ''their''blogs to find out
what's new in their lives...........and the fact that they live all over the world make the daily contact even more interesting and rewarding!
Three cheers for my friends!!!
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I AM GOING TO BE SERIOUS FOR THE MOMENT.....NOTHING CAUSTIC OR HUMOROUS.
Do you (or do you know of someone) have a monthly
prescription (Legal that is...) that is truly a financial burden?
If it is a "burden" because you have 3 cars, a boat, a mountain cabin, plasma tvs, etc.........then that's tough shit!
If it is a ''burden'' because you don't really have enough income to meet your basic necessities, then you should read on.
My monthly RX bill pushes $180.00 [3 major RX's: Norvasc, Zocor and Celexa]......my only income is social security, but at an amount that disqualifies me for any state assistance program [and I can not afford private health insurance).
$180.00 A MONTH RX BILL COULD IN DEED BE A FUCKING BURDEN ON ME...................but.....................
I get these 3 meds FREE every month thru the "patient assistance program" offerred by all of the major drug companies (except for the Columbian Cartel).
Is there a catch? Am I selling something?
No.
The Patient Assistance Program is administered by PHRMA (no 'a').
They represent nearly 50 drugs companies that have patient assistance programs and there are some drug companies that run their patient assistance independently.
Don't believe me?
I know of people who don't take their meds because they can't afford them who have never heard of the program; in fact, my local welfare department did not know of the program!
My doctor has a line about prescriptions: People who take their meds (regardless) live longer than people who do not take their meds (regardless).
Enough.
If you have an "RX burden" visit the site and if you want some help or questions, E-MAIL ME
VISIT PHRMA
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If you want to read BLOG TEXT today, go to the 99.99% of the "other" blogs and their waste of time links......................
The biggest fear in Wonderland is that Bush may declare a state of war and send over the Seabee's with an armada of bulldozers and fill up THE HOLE.
Missing in all of this termoil is the mysterious Cheshire, Alice's on again/off again lover and consigliary and probably Alice is the only one who knows his wearabouts; "He'll be here when I need him!",
shouted Alice.
the end
Damn is it extra early this AM.
Just a brief "how do you do?"
Site news: Well, now SquawkBox's email are coming back; probably just as well, as I also note that when you pay (or paid) for their service (the delux model) you have to pay in foreign money which means they are a foreign based company--so fuck them too...no service and they are foreign......the only foreign entity that I will support is the Italian Mafia.
Well, when I return from "the wizard" I start my search again for a
comments program.
No images this early in the morning but if you want to read an
interesting web site (that I am going to explore further!) while I am
gone I'll give you one.....sorry you have to do the LINK CRAP but
this site lists all of the contracts (to date) that have been awarded
for the "rebuilding" of Iraq.
And of course, one of George's pimps, Bechtel, is the leader of the pack (of ravaging wolves?) and you'd be surprized as to who own's some of these companies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
READ IT AND WEEP!
..................off to see the wizard......................
At 3:47 PM, I awaiting the arrival of the first major purchase ($691.29) that I have made with my SSA settlement
money!
Time to relax!
PS: Looks like I have another "winner" with my comments search.
SquawkBoxTv will not link and guess what: These fuckers don't answer HELP emails either......Squawky, you have
24 hours to help or you may stand in the line that is waiting to kiss my ass!
.......and I bet you believe that pro-wrestling is real too.
A BIG FUCKING PS: While typing today's BLASTS I got an answer from the intellectuaully dumb little chickie at BLOGSPOT,
blowing it out her ass (and who know where else): 'WE DON'T HELP WITH HTML"...fuck you!
There are lines on the template that are specific to my issue and why she can't get that into her peanut brain, I don't know.
Maybe she's a robot stuck in an HTML position......maybe it's better than missionary or doggie styles.
AT LEAST
MY E-MAIL WORKS
I wake up this AM feeling in good spirits until I connect up with my fucking (ugh!) blog.............
In yesterday's post I ASKED FOR HELP....thank you for those who tried.
Now this AM the fucking no good BLOG-BACK comments program seems to be fucked up!
The COMMENTS DO NOT CONNECT.
Their infomation site seems to be working..............big fucking deal!
When my site is connecting, it gets hung up at the www.klink bull
shit (it won't connect there).
I send an email (that worked just last week) to KLINK and the email is kicked back, as undeliverable.
Klink: you fucking Nazi prick, what have you done to the comments????
I should have known, the folks in the "blog world" are like all the rest of the folks in the world: 90% of them have their heads up their ass when it comes to living their lives......tired of me saying this? Then you must be feeling guilty that YOU ARE part of the 90%!
Off to my template to send BLOGBACK to the ovens to burn!
I maybe back..........................
I am in one of those pissed off moods created by outside sources,
some identifiable and some lurking deep within the bowels of this fucking thing that all of you computer nerds call HTML and, of course, the whims of the Internet at any moment in time.
First off I have been playing email ping-pong with some chickie at Blogspot trying to find out how in the fuck I get my site back in its original order (for the first 3 months the site displayed perfectly);
original order being the relationship between the post and the links....the space from the far left (as I look at my screen) border to the far right border....the bitch just kept saying "we don't do HTML" and she gave me a couple of HTML help sites that were nothing but a massive list of template codes.
I finally got her (on the third try) customer serviceLESS mind to admit that there were some things on the template to adjust this relationship. Did she tell me what line on the template? Fuck no!
So after 30 minutes of trial and error, I finally got the spacing in an acceptable format BUT NOW THE FUCKING LINKS ARE STUCK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.
Folks, I am an artist/creator and not a fucking computer nerd!
I sent twinkle toes another email asking for specific, line by line,
help on how I move the display of my links in the template.
I hate fucking ping-pong.
Then I get a comment that was a hint of sorts that for those readers (I have dial up too and I am using my slowest modem choice because the fast one is not stable) ) who have dial up modems that the massive use of images slows the download.
Ok...I guess I could write a ONE WORD blog (ugh!) that would cater to all of those readers who have dial up modems; as a point of interest, with a stop clock it took me 50 seconds to bring up my site......it took me 2 minutes to down load the "commentors"
site, 5 minutes to download "the other funniest blog in the blog world", and another favorite site, I gave up on down loading it.
How much download time is too much download time?
Does it matter how long if what you're downloading is worth downloading?
I guess we could call it "blog foreplay".
OH YES, LEAST WE NOT FORGET WHEN I WAS 'SCREAMING' AT EVERYBODY USING CAPS.....criticism on my "computer grammar"
but damn little comment on what I write.
Feeling a bit better now after I beheaded a few "critics"!
My main purpose today was to VENT and to seek some "bloggers" help to rectify what ever problems I am having with the physical
layout of my site, to find out how HTML may or may not affect how different folks see your blog (ugh!) and to get a feel for the "picky-picky" problems.
REALITY MY ASS!
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CRICKET--CRICKET
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One of my favorite (because I consider her a peer in
blog (ugh!) sites is Anna, of primalpurge and in her post of today, she references a very interesting site on BREAST CANCER AWARENESS. Now when you visit the site, guys, you can either be a dirty old man or someone who truly cares about the trauma and grief that BREAST CANCER causes. In any case, guys, BUY A BOOBIE!!
......read on from THE SMOKING GUN.
Roy Horn (the "Roy" of Siegfried & Roy) bit off (or is it the other way around?) more than he could chew!
One of their tigers (Montecore, to be exact) got pissed when Roy hit him with a microphone, hoping to stop the big cat from gnawing his arm. Pissed him off more! He took hold of Roy's neck and chomped!
Roy is in critical condition at UMC Hospital (Las Vegas).
My Denverite Son.......Maizzy.......Tas
Gurl....... Lorelei.....and least we forget Tiger
"JC" Kitty?
My "blog" of yesterday was time well spent in looking at the people in my past that have had some sort of impact on my life and the person I am today.
Enought said...............................I thought.
During my morning romp thru my favorite (nepotism be damned!) blogs...............................
This fucking word BLOG just aggravates the hell out of me! It makes me think of some "ugly" street term....Weblogs (the base name) is no better. I don't have the "right name" to use but right now the word BLOG sucks!
..........anyway, my first stop was at my son's (Bob) "place" and I ran smack into his moving piece about October being Breast Cancer Awareness Month and the fight for life that his wife went thru before the fucking desease took her young life on June 7, 2001.
His writing just knocked my emotional socks off as I poured down a second cup of coffee.
I was not as close as I should have been to "their"
ordeal and revisiting that time in OUR lives, gave me a "wake up call" of sorts.
My family, for better of for worse, is probably the all time leader in family estrangements.
For most of Bob's married life we were separated both physically and more importantly, emotionally; I regret it with all my heart but unfortunately we can only learn from those years and not regain them.
When I moved from Nevada to Colorado, our lives got closer and we did have some good family visits at our (my sister & I) mountain ranch 8400 feet up on the eastern slope of the Rockies.
I (finally) got to meet my granddaughter and my daughter-in-law for the first time and a marvelous
spark (of love) ignited my life and burned away the estrangement.
Then the cancer shit started: Please, everybody reading this, take Bob's advice on the "breast exam" business----self exams, MD checks, mammograms and, in my opinion, an ultra sound (ask your Doc about ultra sounds and breast cancer) wouldn't hurt either.
......and, as noted, the cancer shit came to a tragic end on June 7, 2001.
The bad news: I lost my daughter-in-law, Bob lost his wife and my granddaughter lost her Mom.
The good news (no ther choice of words): I am closer to Bob (and my granddaughter) now than I ever have been
before.
Love you guys!
Please read
Bob's piece.......
Now you would think that this was enough emotional socks to knock off but I guess I have a drawer full of 'these' socks!
I rambled thru a few more of my favorite sites, which included a visit to Lorelei.
Her political views are compatible with mine (she doesn't like "Bushy" either) and she has a "caustic and humorous" view on the world that "WE" (that's "us", kemo sabe).
In her post of today (100203) she ventures into her life and her search for creative endeavors and the lack of 'their' success (how ever we identify 'success').
Lorelei's piece ripped off another pair of socks. Please read her piece.
I too have spent my life (63 fucking years) expressing my creativity in some many different genres and my only "fan" seems to be ME.
At 12, I was given my first typewriter (I still have it: an old standard Royal typewriter!) and shortly there after I produced my own version of Mad Magazine.
Began pounding out bizarre little short stories, essays and poetry.
Recorded a Christmas Carol----my version and 'my voices'.
Made some very strange abstract art pieces; reality art is
beyond my talents.
Always had a classroom "quip" that had them rolling in the aisles and a few walks to the principal's office.
Always had my writings in my school's literary magazines.
I was a journalism "major" in Junior College and wrote some note worthy feature articles.
Almost sold a short story to Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery
Magazine but I got pissed off at them because they wanted a third rewrite of sorts.
I wrote song lyrics with a musician friend (he wrote the melodies); we actually had a song recorded and it got radio play.
I was infamous: If you need something creative created, see Guy.
It has never stopped.
I designed jewelry and sold it at flea markets.
I made crossword puzzles and actually sold them; the only "sales" I ever made from my 'writing'----I take "no prisoners" when I play Scrabble.
I became a prolific abstract artist (acrylics): I did several shows and did sell a few painting.
To promote my art, I became am Arts and Craft Show
producer.
I then discovered .35mm photography.
I started collecting art and my present BIG ROOM (25 x 25, with a cathedral ceiling) has over 100 photgraphs (mine and others), paintings (mine and others), art posters and the like----not to mention collections of various subjects (cats, monkies/apes, lions, wolves, tigers, orcas, ducks etc.) and stuffed animals (If you are an adult with no stuffed animal(s), then the child in you has died.).
I do videos.
And now I am starting (too late now!) to RANT a bit!
Without my 63 years of constant creativity (didn't even touch what my creativity did for me in my healthcare management career), financially successful or not, my life would have been a bowl of pits--no cherries.
(I truly suspect that I crapped scenic wonders in my diapers!)
With all my years of creating, creating and creating, at age 63 (tired of me harping on my age? Tough shit.) I am "letting it all out" writing a "blog" (yuk term!).
But whatever I choose to call "it", my creative urges are well satisfied still (maybe the $$$$ come in a future life?).
..............................and when my ashes are "dispersed" off of Lands End, 
they'll probably hit the ground in some sort of momentary bizarre pattern until they blend into the world in which I lived.
I have harped, bitched, moaned, groaned, griped, thesaurus, thesaurus (cooler than saying "etc. etc") about getting old many times before; even thought it is a stark reality that WE ("we" is "us", kemo sabe) all face: you're born, you live and you die----if it feels good to "complain" about it, then by all means do so.
......There, I complained.
One of the finer things that getting old (the course of life)
brings you as a person (hopefully) is everybody encounters an assortment of people as they stagger thru that life.
Some people you meet don't do jack shit for you and their memory is pointless.
However, there are others who you just can not forget for various good reasons----so, if you don't mind (and do I care?), I am going to pay homage to those people (blood relatives excluded).
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I had an Uncle Lee once; he was married to my Mom's youngest sister. They met while they were both in the Army stationed in Panama in the mid 50's; they had 2 cool kids, Tommy and Susie, my cousins. They lived near us for awhile but eventually moved back to his home in South
Carolina. His family had a large watermelon farm there and when Lee and I (we were buddies, I was 12 or 13) ate watermelon; we'd just crack the melon open and only eat the seedless center, so we'd have to buy 3 or 4 melons at a time. They had been gone for just a short time, when I (Mom, Dad and Sister were away on vacation) got a phone call from another adult cousin: My aunt, my 2 cousins and Lee's brother had been killed in a car wreck.......I never saw or heard from Lee again.
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My first real job was at San Jose Hospital (San Jose, Calif.). I was working part time in the hospital's Business
Office and going to San Jose State but I blew college off
and started working full time. My bosses boss was a 30ish, first generation (Nisei) Japanese (my absolute favorite Asian country) man, Ben. I learned from him (I was only 19) true professionalism and that hospital management could be a good career choice. I got married
(#1 and the mother of my children) and garnered a middle management job in a hospital in Eureka (Calif.). Several
years after that (I was in my mid 20's) "we" moved back towards San Jose and Ben hired me as his Business Office
Manager. I remember the day I told him that I was getting a divorce (#1) and seeing that I was a bit upset about it, I told him that I knew that 50% of all marriages
fail. Without a hestitation, Ben responded: "and don't you ever think that the other 50% are that happy....".
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While at the hospital job in Eureka, I made a lot of good friendships but none were as intellectually (non professionally) or socially influential to me as my circle of black friends. In particular, was Willie (his given name) who was the Chief Lab Technologist at the hospital. Our families became tight friends: we partied together, my daughter baby sat his kids, we rooted hard and long for the Dodgers and shared our lives together. I remember the day after Martin Luther King was assassinated, talking to Willie about it, asking what we (whites) could to about ''it'' and his response was: "It's a bit late now." While in my 50's and working for Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Nevada (in Reno), I had occasion to talk to a man who lived in Eureka. I asked him if he knew Willie. He said yes but that Willie had died about 10 years earlier. Amen, my old friend Willie.
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Even though I had been married and divorced during my second 'hitch' at San Jose Hospital, it was during this time that I met and fell in love with a young woman who should have truly been my life long partner. Sheryl had 2 kids, very petite (my preference) and is, to this day, "my true love". We "went steady" seriously for several months but were driven apart by her ex, heroin addict husband. Physically, I could have (and maybe should have) busted his ass up bad with 1 hand tied behind my back, but "we"
could not deal with his heroin rages. We finally broke up
and she eventually met someoine else and moved to Montana. Several years later she moved back to San Jose
and we reconnected and casually started dating again and stupid ass me, didn't ask her to marry me. During our
"casual relationship" she met someone else and married him. We kept in touch for awhile but now we have lost total contact. Son of a bitch.
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During this same second stint at San Jose Hospital as a middle manager, my life [who''I'' was, kemo sabe) made many major changes. I learned about divorce, child support, weekend parenting, becoming an excellent manager, becoming a true "people person", a grass roots
manager, etc. A lot of this "growing" time was influenced
by Bernie. Bernie was a 50ish man (with a very young wife) who was hired by the hospital as an "industrial engineer" (a people system's person) and he became the "hospital guru" of sorts. On weekends he and his wife held some of those infamous "group think sessions" at their apartment. We (me for the first time) explored "who we were as people living in the world ". My attitudes about life changed drastically for the better. Thanks, Bernie.
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It was a sad day when Ben called me into his office and told me that he was leaving and going to work for a "rival"
hospital. Shit! My mentor was leaving. The new boss was some "hot shot" genius who was the current financial director at Stanford Hospital and Medical Center. The new guy arrived on the job and soon relaxed all of my fears about the new boss. Ben was very stoic and conservative, as most Nisei men are, but Jim was a dressed to the "T"
dude, came from a wealthy familiy, lived an idyllic family life style and was a "take no prisoners", powerful type of leader. At this point in my life, I started evolving into my ["I am who I am and if you don't like it, tough shit!"]
attitude(s) and Jim impowered me to truly be "the bad ass" I eventually became. If your skill levels are good (and mine were), if you are compassionate towards employees, peers and customers (sick people and their families in this case) and TOUGH in defending your "turf" (ie: dealing with state and federal agencies who started fucking with healthcare)....you became me, an infamous (west of the Mississippi) healthcare manager and person. Thanks, Jim.
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Some other folks who come to mind:
Ernie: The boot strap (no college degree) hospital administrator of the Eureka hospital; my first boss as a manager.
Alice: A very young woman who introduced me to marijuana and how good it is to make love stoned.
Judi: A married woman who worked for a private family planning clinic (they were doing abortions right in the middle of the Roe bull shit) who I had a a brief "encounter with", which included a 48 hour tryst in Monterey that I will never forget and a further awakening to "what is marriage really about, if anything."
Dr. Ben: The MD administrator of Sonora Community Hospital (Sonora, Calif.) who reached out and hired me as a self employed consultant, which allowed me to move from San Jose to Sonora with my sons [their mom, my ex wife, had just died]. I soon also started my medical courier business that allowed my work schedule to be 15 hours a week; 5 hour per day Monday thru Wednesday and off the rest of the time (I had a lesbian friend work Thursday and Friday). Thanks, Ben.
Gloria: The hospital in Sonora was a Seventh Day Adventist hospital and she was the preacher's wife. We had an interesting "affair" that reinforced my questions about marriage and its value to me.
Gary: A Sonora neighbor and friend who I watched alcohol destroy. My only help to him was not to allow him to drink while he was at my house. He could smoke all the pot he wanted and when he did, he didn't want to drink! Hope you're still 'ridin' the wind, Gary.
That's it for now.
I hope I didn't bore you with these "characters" from my past, as if I give a shit----no worse that some of the other blog shit I read.
And this post will make TAS feel better as she had "commented" that she thought I was going absolutely bonkers with all of the images I have been doing and that I needed help at an "image abuse" rehab
facility!
Good night, "JC" Kitty.
....GEORGE??
TAKE A RIDE WITH THE OLDCATMAN!
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