One more paycheck...

This is the legend I've been chasing for 5 years

Paradoxically

All that was required for me to be a good employee was the financial security to pay no attention to any politics or threat of being fired and simply attempt to dedicate my complete will power and skill set to the company, regardless of what people think. Previously, my need to bite my tongue at the idiocy of management was basically because I couldn't afford to lose the job. Now that I'm in the golden hours of single paychecks that eclipse whole years in the past if I see something that irks me then I attempt to fix it. I don't care who is to blame and I don't care if I'm fired or not. All that matters is that I create the company that I want to stay employed by.
There's a socialist reform lesson somewhere in there but I'm not in the mood to explain it. Gotta take a dump and a shower and go get some rotisserie chicken at Stripes. And there's a Portlandia marathon later today. No complaints here. That J Carruthers guitar is almost within reach.

People say the test question to be an employee here is, "How do you build a table if they give you a hammer and no nails?"
I have heard many replies. What is yours?

Oggy Has A Dream

One day people will say of me,
"He was radicalized by Henry David Thoreau and Pink Floyd."

When I read that these dickwad marathon bombers had been "radicalized on the internet" I really was repulsed. What the fuck does that even mean? Radicalized on the internet? So, you basically watched a video and swallowed the hook, line, sinker and the boat too? Damn. That's some gullible bullshit. Or some good propaganda. Maybe a bit of both. I guess Bill O'Reilly isn't so bad if Viagra pays him to merely fart seditious insults. It's really a dark day when the internet serves as the number 1 form of socializing radicals or radicalizing socialists. Someone told them (not them specifically but in general) that it was a good idea to bomb the city where they lived. And they agreed. The sum of their ethical debate on this topic/decision was what exactly? Vollmann writes about moral algebra and I'm sure these twats did some ethical algebra. But I'd like to know what that entailed because I'm certain they left some quotients out. If it involved a heaven full of virgins then they are assholes.

Shit, can't people be radicalized by Emily Dickinson? Or Robert Frost? No, they have to pick the most radical fundamental psycho assholes in the universe and their crooked thinking manages to include a holy war...but not so holy that death is a natural consequence. No, they seemed to think this was something they might get away with...cause there is so much evidence the Government is pretty casual when it comes to Terrorist attacks.

"They'll let us slide, bro," one said to the other.
"Totally. It's not like we're bombing New York."

Man this is pretty troubling that logic can cave in completely on one side yet still allow someone to be interested in self preservation. Stupid stupid stupid. And lazy. Like they bought a "Jihad in a Box" kit from the back of a Muslim comic book. "Guaranteed to work or money back" Awful, even modern terrorists are pathetic and cowardly and cheap willed.

I don't want to read anything more about this topic. I really don't.

Review: Human Target 4: aka In The Valley of The Teen Dolls aka: Teen Cleavage. 1971. A Lost Gem by Russ Meyer

When Russ Meyer set out to make the sequel to Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, which was a sequel to The Valley of The Dolls, the idea was capitalize on the "cleavage craze" of 1971. But all did not go as planned, as was the norm for Meyer's productions. Beset by problems from the start such as studio interference, budgetary cuts, incompetent and stoned production designers, general social unrest in America, a rumored spat with a transsexual lover, cloaked death threats from Roger Ebert (for refusing to use him as screenwriter again) and an order from President Nixon to cease filming, Meyer still prevailed in the end to make another sublime (and profitable) addition to his Valley saga, a land where porn is on the lips and cleavage of every hard-on speed freak with over-lit facial tones and stilted dialogue. How was he able to accomplish this? By calling on the talents and influence of Bob Hope, who by that time was known throughout Hollywood as a long-cocked swinger under his club name "Bugger Man".

 Bob Hope personally funded the film that had the working title "Teen Cleavage" in exchange for sexual dibs on all the cast. Meyer was so accustomed to these kinds of requests that he immediately agreed. Rumors from the production implicate Hope in various sexually deviant crimes that he was never successfully prosecuted for.

The screenplay was written by Meyer himself in a single night as shooting was scheduled to begin the next morning in Bob Hope's Palm Springs love shack. Naturally, the story was fragmented and incoherent but to see the Meyer magic work is one of life's great pleasures.

Earth Day? No. It's Oggy Day.

This is the first Earth Day that I celebrated by going into a blast furnace on a well head site and drinking 18 plastic bottles of self-serving water, driving hundreds of miles, and even cooking hamburgers on the grill and running the air conditioning non stop so I'm not uncomfortable for a moment. Hydro-fracturing is the new beach clean up.