manlycornhusk's Blog - page 6

Middle of Illinois, the hog farms are doing their best to produce pork products with the unfortunate byproduct of methane. But.....Is it unfortunate?

My newest uneducated theory has to do with the localization of methane in fairly compact pockets over small parcels of land. I believe it has caused a weather shift and hence a temperture variance in predominately hog rich farmland. The results...

It's barely snowed all winter, tempratures have stayed above freezing for the most part and spring is springing as we speak.

The implications.....start your own hog farm in your back yard and control your blocks weather. It's not so bad being an evil scientist....you meet all the nicest people...wink, wink

Peace and Love and Methane to control the world...yah haha!

Here are a few facts for St. Patrick’s Day:

- March 17th, the day of celebration, is the day of Patrick’s death.

- St. Patrick, the patron saint of the Irish, was not from Ireland.

- Patrick was an old time missionary in Ireland during the 4th century.

- He brought many people to conversion and into the Christian religion.

- The Shamrock, symbol of St. Patrick’s Day, was a plant with three leaves that Patrick used to demonstrate to the pagans the trinity of God – Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

- Maewyn is the name St. Patrick was born with. His name was changed by the Bishop in a monastery in France, after he escaped his captivity. He was not religious at all when he was a child.

- The first St. Paddy’s day parade in America was in 1737, 40 years before the Revolutionary War.

- The first day of spring is March 21st and this could be the reason St. Patrick’s Day celebrations have caught on so big.

- Everyone turns Irish for a day – just wear green, the sign of life.



Peace and Love and A Pretty Irish Lass Wearing Very Little Green

And this is just a damned handy place to put down some observations about life around my acre of dirt.

"Shame" is the one truly unforgivable sin...not the act of shame but the creation of it. I had a friend going through a messy divorce and having a hard time of it. Outwardly, he was quieter and more introverted than usual but for the most part, he was his usual self. Another friend came to me and whispered quietly, his eyes wide with disbelief, that he'd just seen my previous friend crying behind the machines in our work area. Shame made him hide his sorrow from his friends, shame made the second friend come back in system shock to tell me about it rather than walk up and put an arm around the one that needed it right then. Shame led us to never mention the incident and never to act in a more supportive manner to a man who needed all the friendship he could never admit to needing. So, pardon my french, but FUCK SHAME!

"Hatred" is the one dyslectic word in the dictionary. Yeah, I know what it's proported to mean but I'm talking about it's true meaning. Hate is also Heat, heat is fire, fire is purification....and purification is what a hateful person is trying to achive for themselves....because hating another is granting yourself purity.... The "hated" are relinquished to that particular circle of hell the "hater" keeps all who fail to live up to their expectations.....so, FUCK HATE!

"Labels"....labels are the attempt of anal retentive, cookie cutters to herd us all into manageable, sharp edged blocks and circles. Everyone knows that a square block won't go where a round circle goes...everyone... And they wonder why there is still racial tensions, religious wars and gender inequality...so, FUCK LABELS!

I've got a ton more....but I risk becoming unreadable in a single sitting. Rather than putting your butts to sleep...I'll end here and now. I'm sure you're seeing where this is going...we're all intelligent people here. Granted, some of us do spend way too much time letting the inner child play in the front yard, so to say, but for the most part...All the buttons work.

Peace and Love and FUCK HUMAN FAILINGS and FUCK ME FOR RANTING ABOUT IT!

A simple Irish blessing for now:

Go n-éirí an bóthar leat.
Go raibh an chóir ghaoithe i gcónaí leat.
Go dtaitní an ghrian go bog bláth ar do chlár éadain,
go gcuire an bháisteach go bog mín ar do ghoirt.
Agus go gcasfar le chéile sinn arís,
go gcoinní Dia i mbosa a láimhe thú.

Éire go Brách

Ok, most of you, that are familiar with the psycho that is I, are aware that I'm pretty laid back. It takes a lot to get me fired up because I believe most conflict in this world is caused by doing before thinking. Sooooo, here's the deal....

I'm walking past a pizza joint tonight when some jackass in a pickup truck yells out, "Yeah, get another pizza, you wouldn't want to lose any of that weight!" First of all, I've never hid the fact that I'm a bigger guy. I've been that way all my life. In a way, it's been a godsend because the abuses that are aimed at people like me..you know, different, make you a better person. You don't ridicule because you know what it's like to be ridiculed. You know the pain it causes. Because of that, I don't pass judgement...I accept people for who they are without some ridiculous preconceived notion of how they should be.

Anyway, since I don't want to sound like a crybaby.....What I wanted to say was..........

Tonight, It really pissed me off. Enough, that in my head, I saw myself putting a couple of 45mm slugs through the gas tank of that truck. That kind of scared me, after the fact, that I would still harbor that kind of resentment, that kind of anger for some idiot trying to make himself feel better about himself by belittling others. At 45, I thought I was past the feelings of shame and loneliness I felt when I was younger. Guess I was wrong, I've just gotten better at keeping them hidden away.

This was a vent, by the way....nobody home to hear me so you are the unfortunate recipients in proxy.

Peace and Love and please....be nice to people, they hear you!

Why is it a guy can sit on the couch, a drink by his elbow, his hand shoved down the front of his pants and watch a two hour movie and not be able to remember any of it at the end?

It's called, being blissfully ignorant. I'd recommend it to anyone who hasn't tried it. It keeps you out of trouble and people do things for you because they think you're mentally challenged..lol.

I'm not translating the previous blog....you're just going to have to find you nearest irish cousin to give ya a hand...wink.

Siochan leat!






Oíche mhaith

Ok...ready to face the red carpet of a new year. A can of MD, an egg, ham and 3 cheese rollup accompanied by cornbread soaked in butter and honey...I think i'm going to explode. Was going to have a toothpick but I didn't want to look like a pig..lol.

My New Years Eve resolutions are notorized and awaiting fufillment. Actually, I just crossed off "perfectly toast poptarts" from last years list. Baby steps...ya know. Here's what's left.

1. World Domination(Including Toledo)
2. Hone Double Speak Skills
3. Improve Impromptu Gag Reflex..helpful at family reunions!
4. Dedicate to paper my entire thought processes..one page!
5. Find a thong bathing suit I actually look good in
6. Do a donut on my neighbors lawn
7. Watch the new and updated RollerDerby
8. Finish the Friends United tattoo..right now it's just F.U.
9. Make the damned cheesecake I've been promising for weeks.
10. Lose 5lbs to attain my ideal weight.

I think it's do-able, don't you.

Happy New Years, my little pervs. Kisses on the right, butt pats on the left, here I am...stuck in the perv again!

You can tell a lot about a person by what they throw away.

Yesterday was garbage day and it struck me that we seem to have 4 times as much as anyone else in the locale. Assuming that most of it was a result of Christmas, we must be the most prolific celebraters in the immediate area. Most of our neighbors are older couples with adult children who don't visit home very often and of course, we just have a bucketful of grandchildren to spoil. You could almost hear the groans as the waste removal specialists pulled onto our road, lol.

Maybe it's rural living...you notice what others throw out...sometimes to recycle it...we're not above asking for something that's been tossed out if it's in good condition, and sometimes, while driving alone, we fine ourselves commenting to each other that the jones's got a new tv this year or that the smiths are trying to drop a few pounds with their new exercise bike. I started thinking that others must feel the same way about us.

A few weeks ago, we put in a new fireplace hearth, bet the neighbors know all about that and my daughters electric guitar was noticed long before summer when the electronic strains of ironman could be heard out the windows of her bedroom. I'm realizing that it was best to smash the boxes we got from the store to wrap presents and hide them in big bags. Imagine 10 empty cases of beer sitting by the road in one week.

Where am I going with this? Hell if I know...just felt like putting this down in cyberspace and clearing some space for the next odd and useless thought that clambers into my overly crowded brain.

Peace and Love and Others Trash.