Thursday, December 31, 2020

done is done

The year 2020 is over. Finally. This miserable 'Year of the Rat' is grinding to a socially distanced conclusion. Year of the Rat is one of those Chinese astrological thingies. 2021 will be the Year of the Ox. Mostly irrelevant trivia and I can admit that. So as we close out this year of pandemic rage and trump bullshit, there's an article on the Google News page that Pope Frances is planning on sitting out the year end festivities at the old Vatican on account of the Pope's back is killing him. Pope Frances has a case of the lumbago, and that's what you get when you have to carry the load of the Catholic Church on your shoulders. Seems like a damn heavy load to have to carry alone. However that is the Pope's job and the work is it's own reward. That and a bad back. Bummer no doubt. Anyway, the Pope is being replaced at the year end rights by one of the Cardinals of the church and the Vatican Secretary of State will fill in for the Pope at one of the other thingies that the Pope celebrates at year's end. Pope Francis will offer prayers in the privacy of the Papal Library. I could imagine that Pope Frances will pray that he might find some relief for his aching back. Those pesky Catholics can be a busy damn bunch and the Bishop of Rome has his hands full on any regular day not counting a year end liturgical soiree. The pedophile priests must give the Pope a headache all in and by their grabby little selves. "Come here you sultry little altar boy, I've got a holy vestment I'd like you to touch..." the Rev. Evgeny O'Connor. I'd bet the Pope will offer prayers for a quiet and peaceful end. To the year of course. now for some machine art and stuff.

a sad story from the suffering muralist -


the house of perpetual graffiti -


Happy New Year everyone. Next year just might be better. Maybe... :]

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

one more time, Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike

 "A bird does not sing because it has an answer. A bird sings because it has a song."...

Dawanjir Proverb

machine art and stuff.

dimensional divisions -



shadow in shade -


what day is it? :]

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

2020 clock is ticking away the day

"Love is composed of a single Soul inhabiting two bodies."... Dawanjir Proverb

now it's time for machine art and stuff.

impressionist surrealism -


 

surreal botanicalism -



oh sigh...I miss summer. :[

Monday, December 28, 2020

a new day yesterday

 but it's an old day now. 

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength. Loving someone deeply gives you courage." ...

Proverbs of the Cat Man Do  

machine art and stuff -

Wyoming without sheep...


trails to nowhere...


three days left in 2020 so you might want to make the most of what's left. :]

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Sunday's Sermonette

 here are a new and improved 'ten commandments' list for the year of our lord 2021. you know, cause 2020 is just about ghost. there is much to be thankful for with the demise of 2020. first thing to be thankful for is trump's losing the presidential election. ha ha! okay and back to the commandments revised.

#1 - Thou shalt not be an asshole. It's simply annoying and rude.

#2 - Thou shalt not take the name of god and then act like an asshole. That is categorically referred to as hypocrisy. That goes especially for those irritating Klanvangelicals. and Muslim extremists. and Hindus as well. Buddhists too.

#3 - Thou shalt not kill anyone or anything. There's enough bloodshed going on in our world at present so don't be a dick and add to the statistics.

#4 - Thou shalt not be unkind to migrants. Damn near everyone was a migrant at some point in time so, knock that bullshit off. And about right now.

#5 - Thou shalt not cheat on your taxes. The IRS has enough work to do without one playing fast and loose with the old tax bill. You'll get caught and then bitch up a storm when the IRS decides to toss your cheating ass in jail.

#6 - Thou shalt not play dumb ass with the cellphone. Sending images of your junk to some poor unsuspecting woman you met last night at the bar is in very poor taste and that just might get you arrested for stalking and/or posing a public risk to minors. 

#7 - Thou shalt not get physically violent with your significant other. Domestic assault is on the rise and first responders hate those kind of calls. The transgression can very possibly get you killed. Should a first responder get killed on account of your playing the old 'she started it game', oh mommy, should one survive without bodily injury the first responders will kick your ass with a vengeance. OR the first responders may in fact shoot your sorry ass into meatloaf. 

#8 - Thou shalt not drive like an idiot by using one's cellphone while driving. Damn-it-all if that's not about plain and straight up stupid. If one is about the business of driving that all by itself is an act that requires one's complete attention. Should one decide to play chatty on the phone while driving, one is not paying attention to what is important. Shut the damn phone off and keep it out of sight. Drive your car or truck or SUV or whatever and do that singularly. There WILL be another idiot on the road playing chatty on the phone and should the two of you meet head on, well, someone just might die and that someone might be you.

#9 - Thou shalt NOT go without a mask while in public. There's a goddamn pandemic raging and wearing a mask will help keep you from getting the plague. That'd be the Covid-19. Wearing a mask will also help the medical professional first responders with their Herculean job of treating the folks what got the damn Covid plague and the medicals are starting to show the strain of about 9 continual months of fighting to keep people alive. There are NO excuses for not wearing a mask. Not at this point in the game of life or death.

#10 - Thou shalt not ridicule science. Thinking you might know better than the scientists simply proves one's ignorance and that would be a willful ignorance and holy crap-on-a-crisp, in this day and age there is simply no excuse for being ignorant. 

Thus endeth the sermonette for Sunday December 27, 2020, only four more days to go until 2021. now we'll move on to machine art and stuff.

ballet -


tree top glistening -


peace and out :]

Saturday, December 26, 2020

the day after

 "All of life is a dream walking. All of death is going home."... Dawanjir proverb

well and I could suppose we've (speaking editorially of course) survived another christmas. yippee! now we'll slide into New Year's Day and that should be the end of 2020 with the possible exception of the world will still have the trump hanging around like the dead albatross the man is in fact. I may have possibly mentioned this previously, trump is an asshole. a consummate asshole. yeah like nobody had that figured out before. 

there was an article in the New Yorker magazine and I think that's about close enough, that made a point of prodding trump junior and that would be pence the veep, into declaring trump insane and then invoking the 25th Amendment of the Constitution subsection 4 (maybe that's the one). breath inserted here. and then pence delivers the declaration to Congress and the Congress breathes a sigh of relief and trump gets his sorry ass escorted out of the White House and done is done. hang on a second while I go find a link to the article... I'm back. I nailed it and the link is right about here - 

https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2020/12/if-trump-uses-martial-law-pence-should-use-25th-amendment.html

informative little article and almost encouraging. IF pence has the cojones to actually do such a brave and noble gesture for America. I have my doubts about pence. he's seems more than milk toasty and certainly lacks a spine of any sort. but the New Yorker magazine article is brave and noble and encouraging if not a bit of fantasy and almost science fiction. at least there are people out there that are giving such a notion some real consideration. I'm thinking that not even pence's "savior" could convince pence that he should grow a spine and man up. oh well, what are you gonna do...

machine art and stuff ...

lighthouse on a surreal morning -


full on bull bison -


a bull bison is one large as in really fucking large animal. you would want to give one a wide berth. :]


Friday, December 25, 2020

Merry Christmas To All

 May whichever Deity you might care to worship or have 'faith' in, animate or inanimate, grant you a glimmer of hope for a future and some peace of mind at least for one day anyway. Blessings to everyone.

surreal cubism for a Christmas day -

pretty colors one -



light inside a cubist tunnel -


Let there be actual and for real peace on Earth. :]

Thursday, December 24, 2020

intrachromasomal amplification

 "If you are patient in one moment of anger you will escape a hundred days of sorrow."... anonymous

"Fortune does not come twice. Misfortune does not come alone."... anonymous

"It's good to have friends in high places."... St. Roger of the Corrupt Pardon

bayou in surreal -


waiting for a bus -


here comes sanna trump with a bag full of pardons... :[

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

t'was the night before the night before

lookin' through the knot hole

in grandpa's wooden leg

who'll wind the clock

when I am gone?

go get an ax

there's a flea in lizzie's ear

and a boy's best friend is his mother 

curious little ditty from a way back in the day. I didn't write it and I don't know who might have. doesn't really matter AS it's just slotted in there as filler. on to the machine art and stuff for this day.

corn maze (maise?) -


pines -


walk softly and carry a stick just in case. :]



Tuesday, December 22, 2020

in days of peace

Christmas is almost here. huzzah for Santa. huzzah for the Pfizer/Moderna vaccines. which seems way more of a reason to huzzah than Santa. either way huzzah and Merry Christmas everyone. now if trump would only choke on a chicken bone, well, that'd really make for a Merry Christmas. that could certainly qualify as a Christmas miracle. okay and that's about all for a Tuesday December 22, 2020. machine art and stuff. however there are no chicken bones to be found. not around here anyway.

city sidewalks -


 

the sweet smell of summer breeze and chalk art -


chalk art doesn't work so well come the winter time. gots that dang snow on the sidewalk. :]


Monday, December 21, 2020

happy happy joy joy

 today being December 21, 2020 and there are exactly 10 days left in the month. that would mean Amerika only has to endure 30 more days of trump. today is also the winter solstice so, it's the first day of winter. or would that be tomorrow. either way...yippee! the really good news would be that this evening will bring the Jupiter/Saturn conjunction into fruition and as long as wherever you might hang your hat has clear skies then you'll get to see it. the Jupiter/Saturn conjunction. according to the astronomy people the conjunction hasn't been seen around these parts for about 800 years. damn if that doesn't sound like a long time. I've got my Nikon all charged up and the night scene settings are set and the old Nikon is mounted on the tripod and all we need now is for the sun to start to set. can't wait. there's actually something besides all the Covid crap to look forward to. you won't need a vaccination or none of that. evidently the planets will be so close together, you'll be able to see Jupiter pass inside the rings of Saturn. I think that suggestion just might be a bit overblown but, seeing as how I've never seen a Jupiter/Saturn conjunction, I don't know if that is true or otherwise. ain't not nobody has seen a Jupiter/Saturn conjunction in a very long time so the event could be anyone's guess. maybe with christmas being just four days away, it's some manner of christmas miracle and jebus will get reincarnated for a second appearance. we all know how well that worked out the first time. blessed blisters of a crucifixion no doubt. I could suppose we'll all just haver to wait and see. next up...machine art and stuff.

glass -


the penitent -


okay and that's about all for a Monday. hmmm, could be a stormy Monday. I don't know :]

Sunday, December 20, 2020

t'was the Sunday before Xmas

 and all through the land, not a creature was certain what the hell it might be the donald was about to do. would there be a declaration of martial law? would there be a televised tantrum? would he take his frustrations out on melania for all the world to see? our world will just have to wait impatiently for what the donald is wont to do next. a sitting amerikan president talking about martial law and refusing to leave the White House, how low is the freak committed to go? there was a shouting match in the Oval Office as trump gave consideration to declaring martial law and ordering the military to confiscate voting machines and then conducting an election do over. all of which is highly unconstitutional. there were actually some people in the trump cabinet that informed his insanity that any such bullshit would bring considerable consequences. others in the room were cheering the treasonous notions as if the aforementioned notions were the solution to trump's losing the election. amerika must still face another 30 days of our idiot bastard son being in Office. this should make for some interesting television no doubt. after all, the donald has run our Nation like a televised soap opera ever since his day one in the Office. good lord the man is an incorrigible asshole. okay that's about enough for a Sunday Sermonette. it's on to the machine art and stuff.

looking inside from outside -


looking out on the outback -


so be on the lookout for what comes next...it's near the end of 2020 and life remains surreal. :]

Saturday, December 19, 2020

hey man, nice shot

 from texas we get a story about a dog. not just any dog. no, this is a story about a dog that got to experience texas cruelty up close and personal. it seems the dog had been hit by a car and then shotgunned. why anyone would want to hit a dog with a car and then shoot the poor little fucker is beyond me, however the story speaks volumes about texas. you know texas, where men are men and to prove their manhood they run over dogs and then shoot them with shotguns. I could suppose the dog got off fairly light as in texas, they'll tie up a black man in chains and then drag him behind a truck. oh yes that is a true tale. so from texas we get tales of barbaric brutality and texans seem almost happy with that. anyway, the run over and shot dog managed to get taken to a texas humane society. yes there are small segments of texas where humanity and kindness reign supreme. not very many but some. so the texas humane society had their veterinarian work his miracles on the aforementioned dog and that's when it was discovered that the puppy (the dog is only about 9 months old) had not only been hit by a car but the dog had been shotgunned. the texas humane society's vet set the dog's fractures and plucked all the shotgun pellets out of the dog's body and after some doggy recovery the humane society began a search for a family that would care for the dog and not try to run the dog over with a car or truck or whatever nor would they shotgun the dog as the dog had had about enough of that. judas priest, people are wonderful. not all people mind you. the texas humane society found a family somewhere around San Antonio that adopted the puppy and the family doing the adoption had experienced some serious loss of their own so the adoption match was just about perfect. for the doggy and for the family. the actual story can be found on the CNN webpage. you know just for clarity and fact checking and shit like that there. there's a picture of the aforementioned battered puppy and damn if the dog isn't about a cutey. so not all texans are assholes. the asshole texans are those that would run over a dog in the first place and then to add sadistic cruelty to their existence, they would shotgun an already mangled dog. there is something seriously wrong with people such as that. 

on to machine art and stuff.

now comes the winter...


let there be light however dim that light may be...


okay and we're on the downhill run to Xmas. :]

Friday, December 18, 2020

vaccine on the superfly

 so the pence and his bitch got the Covid-19 vaccine. during a real live broadcast for a "White House televised" event. surely amerika will remember pence, mike pence, he's trump's house boy and vice president of the amerika. the entire nation can rest easy. I didn't watch it as there was a breakfast to attend to and the dog needed a go pee break and the radio was on and I needed a clean myself up after the breakfast drill and then get caught up on some news and world shaking events and there was probably something else to catch up on and...no I didn't watch the pence and his bitch get the vaccine. I wasn't able to get the vaccine yet. I'm not special. pence and his bitch are special so they get the vaccine. of course there are medical first responders that haven't received the vaccine yet but they're not 'special'. not like pence and his bitch. oh yeah and I should probably be quite clear at this point, pence's bitch is named karen. sort of a mousy looking woman. all subservient and obedient and all those things that characterize the 'good christian wife'. I'd bet the woman drops to her knees when the pence gives her an order to suck it. yeah, that's rude. I simply don't care. not any longer. pence is a spineless asshole and that's completely on him. trump wasn't anywhere to be seen at the White House vaccination televised event which does seem a bit strange as usually when the tv cameras are rolling and a broadcast is "live" the trump is all over that. however, trump being a LOSER and not wanting anyone to see his personal grieving over being a loser, the asshole is laying low as in very out of sight low. isn' that a pity. not really. anyway and now pence and his bitch are vaccinated and amerika can rest assured that all is well. things are not well by any stretch but, pence and his bitch are vaccinated. whoop-dee-lah-dee-dah! oh yes and happy Friday everyone and it's on to the machine art and stuff.

owls in the surreal -



the vaccination wait in line -


and TTFN :]

Thursday, December 17, 2020

down goes trump

 one of trump's former casinos to be perfectly accurate. here's the gist - the mayor of Atlantic City, New Jersey (New Jersey?, yes New Jersey), and that would be the Honorable Marty Small, is planning on the demolition of a trump casino that has stood idle since 2014. the now vacate and deteriorating Trump Plaza casino has been a blight on Atlantic City and has got to go. as in blow it up and haul it away. the mayor of Atlantic City, the Honorable Marty Small, is planning to hold a charity auction for the right to be able to push the button that will obliterate the trump eyesore. I find this all to be so very amusing. anyway, trump bankrupted the casino back in 2014 and is reported to have stated, "I made a lot of money and got out." damn, that so sounds like trump. the casino has been rotting ever since. back when the casino project was started, trump managed to extort all sorts of concessions from Atlantic City and Atlantic City just might want to look into how trump's tax packages actually played out in real time. trump managed to bankrupt another Atlantic City casino in 2016. that is the only thing that trump is good at... bankruptcy. anyway the now empty and rotting casino is coming down, the parts of the place that are actually left standing. parts of the trump bankrupt casino have been coming down for years. storms and age are taking a toll on the old trump resort. you know because trump "resorts" to skirting the bounds of law and financial law. damn the man is an actual asshole. so Atlantic City's mayor, the Honorable Marty Small, is holding an auction to win the right to blow the mess up and the auction is to provide monies for the Boys & Girls Club of Atlantic City. seems like a terrific idea and the auction could quite possibly be really huuuuge. so there's some good news for a Thursday and it's pretty darn comedic as well. so now it's on to the machine art and stuff.

dogged -


gone fishing in the surreal -


I'm hoping that the Atlantic City auction is a resounding success. goddamn, if trump isn't an asshole or what.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

half over and almost completely over

today being December 15, 2020 and the last month of this year is just about over. with December being half way over, well, this year of plagues and political bullshit is just about over. good riddance to bad political garbage. there is hope on the horizon and that seems to be about a good thing. the Covid-19 vaccine is on it's way and oh happy happy joy joy, a shot for you and a shot for me and everything gets better and lah...dee...dee! yeah that's about a crappy rhyme and I admit that. I'm of the opinion that IF the anti-vacciners don't want to get the shot, fuck 'em. they can go off somewhere far far away and die from the Covid. judas priest they're about stupendously stupid. you want to die, fine. just do it somewhere where normal people don't have to watch the dummies die and no one has to clean up their mess. that would to include trump. what an asshole. anyway it's Hump Day kids and now it's time to go find the camel and laugh along with mitch. that's the camel's name...Mr. Mitch Camel. the geico people didn't bother to give Mr. Camel a name so I did. I can do that you know. on to the important stuff. machine art and...see back to where it reads stuff then a period. :]

a river -



a gros venir -


that would be a surrealistic redrock arch. peace and out. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

rats jump ship

 now that the election is over and the verdict is in, Biden won, the trump rats will start their ship jumping drill and head for parts unknown. the silly freaks will be hiding out for an indeterminate amount of time due to pending indictments, subponeas, and the ire of amerika's general public. AG billy barr made his departure known yesterday and evidently the ivanka and junior smarmy left for florida. I can't figure out why in hell people would want to head to florida. given our ever warming climate, in another five years and florida will be submerged. as in under water. you will of course still be able to see miami as the city's towering skyscrapers will be sticking out of the Atlantic like ugly concrete fingers. all bony and spikey like. the Atlantic corals and fishes and stuff will have an entire new habitat to exploit and won't that karma be sweet. no one has seen hide nor hair of the melania. the soon-to-be ex-flotus bitch is ducking for cover and staying out of the way of the trump. trump's two older spawn-lings and that would be johnny junior and eric the inbred. damn if that one doesn't look like a bad photag from Deliverance. the movie Deliverance? surely everyone will remember Deliverance the movie. Ned Beaty (Beatty?) gets it in the tookas by that hillbilly cracker guy. back in the day that was one shocking movie scene. anyway, hillbilly cracker guy takes an arrow in the chest from Bert Reynolds. (Burt?) whatever. oh sorry, I digress. nonetheless, the trump spawn-lings are out of sight and out of the picture. the entire trump brood will be laying low and hoping to avoid any number of indictments and subpoenas whether those indictments and subpoenas be state and/or federal. with any luck at all, Herr donald will get slapped with so many indictments his thinning orange hair will stand on end. oh yes, it's good to have a dream. a dream of seeing trump in handcuffs and heading to a federal prison OR Guantanamo. Guantanamo would be my personal preference IF I had any say in the matter and I don't. I suppose we shall see what we shall see. on to the really important part of this blog thingy and that would be of course the machine art and stuff. 

a fond remembrance of the original amerikan presidential gangster -


fading away memories of war -


some good times. sure they were... :]

Monday, December 14, 2020

today is today

 today is December 14, 2020. a day that will live in infamy. oh wait..that line has already been used. sorry, my bad. today is THE day that amerika might be able to finally put presidential election 2020 to bed. granted, the election has been over for a while now. however, amerika's man-child bitchy boy of a president refuses to accept the election's verdict. of course that election verdict would be, "you lost you loser now get the fuck gone." the Electoral College meets today to cast those ever so important votes that actually elect amerika's president. of course trump will pout on and pitch his whiny childish tantrums until someone puts his sorry ass in a grave. on a brighter note, yeah right, the president's "daughter ivana's" is heading to florida to run for florida's senate seat. must not seem to matter that florida has two yes count them two already seated senators. ivana is as unaware as is her daddy how the amerikan election system works. good lord those people are inbred ignorant and stupid. the trumps that is. anyway, it's all over now except for trump's crying and somebody should throw him a towel and then throw in the towel. on to machine art and stuff.

ghost -


shrine of the rundown pedestrian -


and there you have it for today being THE day. whatever. ;}

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Electoral College Eve

yes people, t'was the night before the Electoral College meets and all across the land the natives were restless. what with violence raging in 'capitol city' and violence raging in seattle the home of fish and threats of violence and explosive violence with threats of more violence, well, violence seems to be the theme at present. the electors of the Electoral College will meet on the morrow and vote for who shall be the LEGAL president of our newly shattered democratic republic. given the turn out for the first round of presidential balloting, the vote favors Joe Biden. given the seditious bitch raised by the defeated incumbent, one donald trump, and all his attempts at overturning the November election there could be a hidden twist to this tale of intrigue and bullshit. maybe some deluded 'elector' shall buck the rules and historical precedent and cast their electoral vote for trump. it could happen. but as for now with all eyes on the Electoral College, there will probably be nothing out of the ordinary. remembering that this is 2020 and 'normal' took a flying leap out the window of the everyday and shit hitting the fan IS the new normal. el trumpo really likes it when shit hits the fan AS the shit flies just about all over. goddamn, trump is an asshole of biblical proportion. so with ma in her kerchief and I in my socks, we all settled down to watch the hilarity as it unfolds across the amerika. so merry 'Electoral College Eve' to everyone and to all a good luck because you'll probably be needing it. on to machine art and stuff.

home and/or wherever -



goblins of the surreal kind-


the goblins do exist. you just have to know where to look. :]

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Supreme Court Unanimous

 9 - 0. the verdict is in and the verdict is unanimous AGAINST trump and those dumb ass texans. well not all texans. nope pardner. just the texas attorney general who is, it turns out, not much of a lawyer. in fact the texas attorney general isn't as skilled as rudy guiliani and guilani hasn't got the legal skills necessary to be a dog catcher. however guilani can sweat bullets that stain his cheeks when under hot lights and pressure. and just like clockwork, trump is now disparaging the very justices that trump himself had installed on the Supreme Bench. yup, justices ruled unanimously. HAH! that is too damn funny. trump is going into a full blown man-fit as of about right now and this session of trump histrionics will be worth watching. hissing invectives with snot flying around a room, jumping up and down, kicking over White House tables and chairs, firing his staff, and the few of trump's staff that are left in loser-town will be packing up and leaving with melania. melania already had her bags packed. melania will coat up the youngest of the trump spawn and get the Secret Service to sneak her and the kid out of the White House. I hope some intrepid photo journalist can get that scene on camera for all of amerika to see. happy days are not so far off now. I hope so anyway. now it's time for machine art and stuff. by the way, fuck trump and the ignorant elephant the fucker rode into Washington, D. C. on. talk about a collection of stupid freaks. sorry, I digress once more.

france in the surreal -



collector of the surreal -


it's Saturday people so kick back and stay safe.


Friday, December 11, 2020

Friday and the beat goes on

you know, normal shit like trump screaming about stolen elections and fraud and the fix being in. blah blah blah and damn if trump's juvenile whining and bitching about his losing the election isn't tedious and tiresome. trump is so aggrieved over losing, he's taking his bitch to the Supreme Court. that should be interesting. if the Supremes decide to not listen to his gripes well, it's over for sure. the damn election will be over on Monday December 14, 2020 in finality. that's when the Electoral College will cast their already decided votes for Biden and Harris. I do wonder how it is that trump can openly attempt to subvert the constitutional process of presidential elections and the FBI hasn't stormed the White House and arrested the fucker for treason. oh well and after all, it is good to have a dream. or hopes of a dream-like conclusion to a very sad and sorry chapter in amerikan history. Friday December 11, 2020 and now it's time for machine art and stuff. 

mando calfornean -


I want to ride a bicycle -


be well everyone and TTFN. :]

Thursday, December 10, 2020

art and stuff

 that's all for today. had some article stuff but there were some 'issues' with the posting. oh well.

the road to palmdale -


bridge must go somewhere, maybe -


we'll come back and try this again tomorrow

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

How High's The Water Mama

 the city of Venice, and that would be Italy and not California, built a wham-spiffy block out the water thing to keep the water out of Venice. Did you know there is a Venice in California? It's in Los Angeles. On the beach to be quite specific and I've been there. Venice, California and NOT Venice, Italy. irrelevant and I admit that. anyway, the Venetians spent $8 billion dollars on this wham-spiffy dam/barricade/sponge-iferous/blocky thing to keep water out of Venice and the damn dam thingy does NOT work. You see when the Venetians had this MOSE thingy (that's what the Venetians call this modern marvel - MOSE) they figured that gizmo would keep them all safe and dry and allow for tourists to keep coming to Venice. well, Venice? you've got a problem. you see they spent $8 billion dollars on the wonderwerk and forgot to get some IT people that know what the fuck they're doing. the IT people hired by the city of Venice didn't program the machine to follow actual water rising rates and instead, the brainiacs programmed their machine to raise and/or lower according to computer models that model weather. dang if that isn't about one brilliant plan or what. according to the Venetian guy that decides when and if to raise their water blocky thing, "we might have to rethink how and when to elevate our protective device." guy's name is Guido or Rocky or some Italian moniker like that there. Anyway, $8 billion dollars of Venetian money is washed out to sea on a rising tide of public sentiment which was flowing somewhere close to the incendiary level. $8 billion dollars spent on don't work so good. This tale of ineptitude almost sounds amerikan. as in trump amerikan. it is entirely possible that the trump enterprises inc. had a hand in this freaking mess. and yes, Venice is one soggy mess on this fine Hump Day morning. I'll bet you thought I'd forgot about today being Wednesday. yeah... go figure. rainy flooding and a Hump Day...damn things don't get no better than that. on a personal level, I find the Venetian fuck up absolutely hilarious. climate change kids and people all around our increasingly soggy water world are STILL not paying attention to the facts and in this case the water flooding Venice. their protective gear doesn't. protect. HAH! and on to experimental machine art and stuff.

the cold hard surrealistic fact -


the uptown girls -


WHAT DAY IS IT? It's Hump Day!!!

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

tales of brave Ulysses

any tales of Ulysses, brave or otherwise, would be purely mythological and more than likely fictional. IF there were an actual Ulysses, well, he's dead and gone a way long time back. writing fictional shit or apocryphal shit happened fairly regular back in the day when people were making shit up for the simple reason they could make shit up and people would believe whatever it was the 'writer' had written. or scratched. or scribbled. then slaughtered some poor damn sheep or goat so they could skin the sorry bastard and use it's hide for parchment paper. at least the trees were safe but not for very long. gosh, it's almost like tales of brave Ulysses could have happened in our post-modern times. after all, these are the days of abject bullshit that passes as actual fact. see anything coming from Faux News, OAN, Hannity, terminal Limbaugh, or trump's White House. jeepers, you'd think that people would have evolved past knuckle-dragging ignorance by now. but sadly, no. as in no way. no way in hell. no freaking way. OR, how can these people be so willfully fucking stupid?!? I am referring to post-modern knuckle-dragging idiots that mostly follow the trump's bullshit as gospel. yes and that's to include those ever so silly believe the sky is falling klanvangelical christians. the knuckle-dragging klanvangelical christians think that trump is their "savior." you'd think that any real 'jesus' would be not only insulted but really pissed off. oh well, you really can't shoot them. the klanvangelical christian dumb asses. damn if that wouldn't spark some serious screaming and freaking out. however, it might not be such a bad idea to intern the dummies until they can cop a clue. yeah that's mostly a pipe dream...or is it? okay and it's on to experimental machine art and stuff. 

flames -



call me the breeze -


and there you have it for Tuesday December 8, 2020. just you wait until tomorrow. :]

Monday, December 7, 2020

pearl harbor

 December 7, 1941...a day that will live on for quite a while yet. on account of, you know, the second world war. so who exactly, or should that be whom, decides on the numbering for wars? doesn't seem to really matter much whether it's a first world war or a second or a third or whatever. damnable wars have been plaguing all of humanity for a very long time. however and now, all the wars need to have proper billing and accreditation for advertising and stuff like that there. amerika's revolutionary war was sort of a big deal. amerika's war of naked aggression on mexico was sort of a big deal. amerika's civil war was sort of a really big deal. we haven't even started on about all of amerika's proxy wars. you know like korea and vietnam and afghaniscam and iraq and the ever so tiresome chiraqi war. that'd be the civil war in chicago. it would seem that these days, trump is trying to goad amerika into another civil war. I really hope that his attempts at civil disorder blows up in his face. no pun or innuendo may be inferred. so... now comes a winter for our discontent and it's on to the important crap. experimental machine art and other stuff.

surf is up -


coyote my old friend -


so there you have it for a Pearl Harbor Day. go out and bomb a Japanese harbor with airport to commemorate this fine day. not really. damn if that wouldn't cause some serious shit... :]