Present Mistypings

A Song for the Angles Here's a little tune I wrote way back in 2011 that seems to be relevant in the present. I offer it to our English friends overseas. Don't worry, I won't make a cent on it. I just thought you might get more out of it at this time. And I'm sure you'll survive this crisis. By the way, if you hear any advertising blowboy using the word 'hat' for this, take something heavy and slam it over his empty skull, will you? Music, if written properly, is timeless. Advertisers are afraid of me because I don't want you to pay business assholes for the simple pleasure of hearing a song. Don't fall for the campaign, just enjoy some good relevant rock. Yes, and don't let anyone get away with hacking this blog please. There should be NO commercials on it. How long were you able to enjoy that from my original post here? Five minutes? Then this page got hacked. Sorry, but Google sanctions these constant assaults on my

About Name Calling So someone yelled out my acronym at me as I walked by her on my way to work this evening. So you're still reading my blog, are you? How lucky for me! You know, I practically hear an echo from the emptiness of this page every time I write something in it. And when you think you're alone, as I can't help but do here, you feel a lot more free about how to express yourself. Hell, if this one person, or one out of her gang of friends simply left a comment to let me know she's out there reading, I'd be a lot more careful. But then my posts would also be a lot more boring, wouldn't they. I'm done another difficult day. The physical labour is a good therapy for me. I have a strong body and it needs exercise or I don't feel normal. When I started work today, I was truly in a suicidal state, but I feel better now. You still reading? I wouldn't know. I'm going to keep writing anyway. I wanted to talk about slurring peo

Smartphones Are Stupid I hate this smartphone. I hate the wimpy sounding tune it plays instead of ringing. It sticks in my brain from hearing it so much, I'd like to slam the lid down on the fingers of the hands that are playing it. I can't figure out how to change it. Too cryptic. And it says 'swipe up' or 'swipe down' but nothing happens when you do. I have to swipe and swipe and swipe just to shut the stupid thing up every time my peace is invaded by a telemarketer, which averages about four times a day. And the Macbook is misery. Ten thousand applications I'll never use. And when I try to use one, it doesn't work. I buy a movie from Apple TV and it won't play on my display because of 'hdcp' issues. I waste hours and hours just trying to figure out a fix - to no avail. And companies pushing scareware on you, trying to get you to fork out hundreds of dollars for unnecessary software. As if all the useless crap it comes wit

It's Real Love I think it's fair to say that every human wants love, but what exactly is love? People think they love their favourite stars, but I'm not sure they really do. When is a star hot? Isn't it when their names and faces are a constant presence in the telecommunications, broadcasts and promotions of our corporate overlords? I seem to vaguely recall a time when people were excited to see me. I recall strangers pinching my shirtsleeves to make sure I was in front of them. I recall girls getting excited if I visited their high school to use their public computer. I recall women camping out around my old apartment block. I recall how women would pass me furtive glances in the elevator. And when was all that? When was I 'loved' like that? Can't you remember? It was when I was being talked about on the TV. It was when your TV told you I was going to be the next big thing. It was when my face was on the cover of Newsweek. It was when your

Advice to the Homeless This tent city story on East Hastings has aroused me. Today I heard one of the campers refer to the downtown eastside as the Third World. And yesterday, in a related story from California, I heard a frontline doctor calling opioid addiction a chronic disease. The downtown eastside is not the Third World, not even close. They're boiling grass to feed their babies in Afghanistan. And they haven't been receiving $2000.00 cheques from the government every second month, on top of their normal government allowance, to help them through the COVID crisis for the last two years. They get no money from their government. They get nothing, zero. And couldn't all that extra money have helped to pay the rent in a new home somewhere by now? Not if you want to pump it all up your arm as soon as you get it. As for diseases, I always thought that they chose us, not that we chose them. Frankly, it's a very poor decision to get mixed up with har

My Insanity Defence I've been trying to stay neutral in the political battle going on south of the border, but Donald Trump has pushed me over to Liz Cheney's side by calling her 'crazy'. I know what it feels like to have my credibility attacked by such accusations when all I'm trying to do is defend the truth. It's a very dirty tactic, and I'll be supporting Cheney against him now. After I posted my video last night, I fell asleep and had a nightmare. I dreamt I was working as an office temp, and Amy Pohler was one of the staff. I was wondering why everyone hated me and then she appeared from behind an office door and greeted me by the name 'Mr Kukuski'. I said, 'you mean Coo-Coo-ski, don't you?' And she flinched when I gathered her insult. While only a dream, it's the kind of put-down I've been suffering in my real life, ever since she and her many friends stole my comedy scripts for their tv shows. And going o

Advice to the Homeless August 19, 2022: Links at bottom installed for your convenience. August 16, 2022: GOOGLE'S YOUTUBE, DON'T YOU GET TIRED OF ABUSING ME WITH GEORGE CARLIN'S PLAGIARISM? Monday, December 7, 2015 (LEFTOVERS) George Carlin's Plagiarism My mom's in the hospital, but I think I was fair to accuse Roger of interfering with my e-mails. While I want my mom to get feeling better, I would envy her if she died and was released from this evil world. Here are around thirty examples of George Carlin's plagiarism committed with posts I shared between 1999 and 2007. I cannot immediately recall every last word of his crooked act, but I can at least identify his violations by referencing a specific phrase from each. Perhaps the last one drifts into the realm of a peculiar kind of identity theft that would help a fraud feel more like the artist he stole from. By the way, I removed most of these statements from my Blogger account in mid

When They Hear It on FOX News I recall my history teacher telling us how news channels are seldom objective, but usually side with a mainstream political party. (He didn't use precisely those words.) He said that if we examined a news broadcast closely, we could determine which party it supports. That was way back in 1980 though. It's 2022 now, and close examination is unnecessary. Let's look at some YouTube news clips. CNN: 'Could be the Thing that Takes Him [Trump] Down'; '[Trump's Statements] Totally Untrue'; MSNBC: 'Dangerous Republican Rhetoric', 'Trump's Insane New Document Defence', 'Trump's Defence Won't Hold Up in Court'; ABC News: 'Trump Pleads the Fifth'; 'Fallout After FBI Raids'; CBS News: 'Backlash Against Trump'; PBS News: 'FBI Retrieve Classified Documents from Trump's Home'; 'Trump Refuses to Answer Questions'; 'Trump Policy Separates Migrant

Two More for the Ash Heap I've been trying to find something on YouTube to watch through my blu-ray. I must be some sort of masochist. So I've finished plugging and unplugging it four times to get it going until it freezes up again from some obnoxious commercial, but I just can't find anything. Youtube has so many videos and nothing to watch. I'd like to see something new, with a bit of imagination, not just someone talking about their favourite subject. It looks like Stephen Colbert wants to put a good word in for his buddy, Jon Stewart. Jon Stewart. That's the one I was on trial against on Dateline NBC, thanks to his plagiarism of my blogs. It was on November 11, 2012, for the whole day. I will never forget it. Man, I felt so much pain while that trial was being watched by everyone in the world. I was limping. I nearly jumped off a bridge. You all forget that now? How nice. These nasty stars and their buddies. Ellen's another nasty star. With

Booooooo! Boy, some rock stars are just so SPOILED! How old is Roger Waters now? 78? And he still needs to go on a tour? Does anyone know how much money he has? I'm sure he's not worried about the rising cost of living. So why does he need to tour? I saw all I needed of his interview. He thinks that when you're physically attacked by your neighbour, the thing to do is negotiate. Okay, so if I punch Roger Waters in the face, he should take a step back and ask me what he can do to avoid being punched in the stomach. Great logic. And what if his precious England were being invaded? Would he insist on negotiations then? Do you see his hypocrisy? Shameful. We must not surrender to authoritarian regimes. They don't allow freedom of speech. Look how the Russians weren't allowed to say the war was a war. They'd go to prison for it. As for clever bloggers running wild on the internet, do you know what happens to smart people with strong opinions

The Drowning Howl: Saturday August 6, 2022 Hey, who was that last guy? Geez, what an ass. We never insult our readers like that here at the Drowning Howl. Ow-oooo! Gurgle-gurgle... Last week an insufficient number of severely overworked health care professionals were forced to cut back on vital services until reinforcements arrive. While no one's sure what to do about the hypochondriacs, all non-terminal patients have been asked to stay home and self-medicate in the usual fashion. Advil and alcohol are probably all you need, but, if you're really hurting, they say that some street drugs are more effective at pain relief than anything you could get in a hospital. If these steps don't work, or you can't find a reliable dealer, then they advise you to make friends with the pain. After all, it couldn't be a more loyal companion; the very first to greet you when you wake up in the morning, and the very last to kiss you goodnight. You'll get to know

My Therapy I'd like to make a point about music, if I may. Hopefully I've shared enough hours of my own on this site to qualify me. I don't like quarter-note basslines. You know what I mean, like when the bassist sounds like he's playing Chopsticks through the whole song. They strike me as being, either from lack of effort or imagination, too undeveloped. I would compare the dull, protracted bellowing I was subjected to this evening to my 2015 recording of the above. Do you hear the difference my bass playing makes? I think my recording is far better. Oh, by the way, this was way back in 2007 or 2008, but I recall hearing this song playing in the morning drive time slot on the rock station. That's on the same one you listen to in your cars now probably. A lot of my music got into that most listened to time slot. At the time I was probably in a van with others on our way to a day labour assignment.    Arguments