Saturday, November 10, 2012
RANDOM MAY TRIP W/ THE DANES
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another no go. the stuff so banal. HUGE house full of nothing.
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The only reason I have this doll is because I saved his life, but that’s neither here nor there. The important thing right now is to find him a home where he’ll be safe and feel loved. In spite of what he’s been through, he has remained in perfect condition, physically. Emotionally, he has a few issues.
He is two feet tall and his hair is real. (I read that on the Internet. Please don’t think I knew that without looking it up.) I’m just a simple rancher of sorts. I raise sock monkeys; more specifically, a variety of sock monkey from the mountains of East Nanzkeepoo (the “z” is silent. They are vile creatures. They’re viscous, sarcastic and totally untrustworthy.
He is a cute kid, and I’m certain his twin sister was as well. Her name was Tara. She’s gone now, and he won’t say what happened to her.
I took that portrait after I got him calmed down. I pretty sure he’ll be okay once he gets to know you and you assure him there are no mountain sock monkeys in your home. The lowland sock monkeys of East Nanzkeepoo are fine. They won’t hurt him, but those mountain monkeys are tribal, radical in their belief system, and worst of all, they are dollivores.
More on that in a minute: Let’s take a closer look at Kim.
Believe me. He was not harmed.
He simply showed up at my back door late last night. Being the kind person I am, I carried him inside and put him on a pile of stuff in my little eBay dungeon. I figured I’d get his story this morning. But then, sometime around 3:30 in the morning, I heard a loud commotion – banging, screeching – Huckleberry the Wonder Pup barking – It sounded like someone was being killed. My dear spouse rolled over in bed: “Are you sure you locked the sock monkey compound?” Uh-oh.
One of my prize breeders, the one on the right, and another I had planned to sell to a cosmetics testing laboratory next week had escaped and were about to drag the poor thing back to their compound. I had no choice. I fired, and, being a crack shot, hit my best breeder monkey square between the eyes. He dropped like someone flipped his off switch. The other one scampered off, leaving a little wet trail behind him.
My wife, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, got up when she heard the shot, yelling orders like a battlefield commander. “Give me the kid. I can take care of him. You get that monkey body out back and taken care of it. Then come back in and clean up your mess.”
I do as I’m told, always.
I took the dead monkey out back, skinned him, cut him in quarters and wrapped them in wax paper. All four pieces fit in a big ziplock bag, so I marked it “SM Quarters” and stuck it in the freezer.
When I came back, she was rocking him in her arms. “He’ll be ok.”
“How are his toes?” I asked. She showed me, and they were just fine, which was great news. He was lucky. Sock monkey from the mountains of East Nanzkeepoo always eat the toes first. It’s a ritualistic thing. Let’s just let it go at that.
He’s perfectly fine. He misses his twin sister even more than he now hates sock monkeys.
And the answer is “no.” I don’t have his box, papers, etc. All I have is a very frightened little orphan who won’t let go of a string of beads, so they come along with the deal.
On the brighter side: We’re having Chaussette Singe Bourguignon tomorrow night, and I put back a bottle of Château Margaux, the 1995 vintage, for just such an occasion.
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FRANCE..............in these yrs(1804-1804) NB not only crushed the spirit of the 2 chambers + the tribunate, but also passed on boldly to reconstruct french society, a much harder task. directly after the peace of amiens, when france was tranquil, NB made terms w/ the papacy + by the concordat reconstructed the church of france. all the old divisions were swept away; 10 archbishoprics were newly mapped out by NB + pius VII: peremptorily put an end to the schism between refractory + constitutional clergy, + so cut away from the ancient monarchy its chief support. the traditional life of the church was rudely cut off; the authority of the state was displayed in full; the constitutionalists were mortified. from this moment dates the friendship between NB + the church of rome; also that secret hostility between the clergy + the army which has often since that period produced results none the less striking because their origin was concealed. for the time the paramount authority of NB over the army made resistance impossible. the weak point was the CERTAINTY that in their hearts the courtier-like clergy would prefer a BOURBON to a napoleon; + this too history has provided more than 1 proof. still for the time, in church, as in the army, the step was successful,
+ gave strength to NB's position. the emigrants also returned, thanks to an armistice, + in large #s took an oath to respect the new govt. it was a bold + hazardous step, which NB after saw good reason to regret. an exiled adherent of a lost cause never changes, never learns prudence, is never satisfied w/ the de-facto ruler; his mind is warped(the rile) his moral sense, in matters political vitiated; the existing govt has in him a secret enemy, a plotter + intriguer, a fierce fanatic outwardly subdued, inwardly smoldering + ready to burst whenever the breath of a royal whisper fans the ember.
in restoring the catholic clergy + the ancient nobles to france, NB affirmed a principle hostile to the revolution, necessary for a despotism. NB must have the classes of society "'"intermediate", as he said, "between the people + the powers",(reagan) to settle the bases of the republic, "one must throw on the sand some masses of granite", an apt illustration of the way in which this despot determined to crush all liberty in france. unfortunattely for him his heavy "masses of granite", while they crushed the people, was a bad foudation for himself. the same motive led him to reorganize education + to establish the university- in his hands a mere creature of power, a machine to turn out public officers, + to centralize + unify all education in france.
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RANDOM MAY TRIP W/ THE DANES
if i did excess moth pics. i can triple that. or quadruple. the cabin owner mentioned coons + had seen them after giving them steak + other leftovers. well, the film danes wanted pics + since my cames were missing used hers, but it was low on battery. it was rather warm for may that evening. i git bread, salad bits banana peel + other stuff leftover from the evening smorgasbord. bundled up, got a flashlight to spotlight them. WELL. none that good. too far, ALSO, they'd grab the bread + run away. well, i found my cams he next morning. i said if it was warm again, i could do better. i hard erling pour seeds in front of the shed + closer to my chair. i had a gas lantern(that is easier to light, but no pumping???) a flashlight. bundled up and waited for them to show up.
the first coon. i did send all the coons to benedicte to share. she was quite happy with my pics. i stayed out there for at least an hour. the last pic i took looked so good, i figured it was good enough. man the noises they made.
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Friday, November 09, 2012
RANDOM MAY TRIP W/ THE DANES