"Great Recession Eats Pontiac"

If there ever was a symbol of the American Empire it was our seriously cool big cars. Pontiac was one of these, and a doorway symbol into the middle class.


Sort of like being first generation university student, first suburban house, all that. Well ya can kiss all that gleefull noise goodbye.

Pontiac from General Motors is toast. After 84 years of tempting Yank working stiffs onto the Interstates it's gone. Like the American Dream that it symbolized for generations Pontiac is History.

Ah!,...the wonderful giant gas guzzlers that could barely fit into your garage or any reasonable sized parking spots are vaporized. I remember riding around in my uncle's 1959 Pontiac.

It was like be driven about in an vast aircraft carrier with stereo radio, air conditioning, and automatic windshield washer. Course there were no safety features whatever.

That sort of thing was for the French, and librarians.

So if we were in even a 'minor' accident me, and uncle would fly through the windshield, getting shredded, beheaded, and set on fire all at the same time.

'But hey the Interstates ain't for sissies!













I loved it.

Yeah my extended family, my aunts, uncles, assorted cousins, my mom 'n dad were finally at the entry level of the Grand Post War American Middle Class.

This btw at the absolute peak of the American Empire! (..eat ya hearts out you selfish, uneducated millennials.) We owned the the damned planet, and they could kiss our nuclear powered butt if they didn't like it.

Oh we shall never see such days again.












Aw well,..time to learn Mandarin.



Oh, cute runabout,..I'll take two!

"My House Wants to Kill Me"

Aw crap I've bashed myself again! Last time I nearly chopped one of my fingers off. This time I slipped, and banged my head against the wall, gouged my side against the bookcase, which thought about falling on me, but then decided not to bother.

Btw, I hit my head so hard on the way down I broke the closet door knob off.

I tried getting up, and slipped again this time landing on my forehead. Did I mention I have a toothache too. Yeah I have insurance, but it's very tiny,...for the tooth that is. Forget about the rest as in my banged up body,..my head in particular.














Ya know I think my house is trying to kill me.

Well at least it's thinking about it. After all the book case didn't fall on me,..but could have. I don't get why my place has it in for me. I mean I take such good care of it. I haven't crowded it with tons of useless junk or furniture.

In fact everyone sez how Zen the place is.

'Matter of fact the whole reason I slipped, twice, was because my floors are so well polished. I got kind of a fetish about that. Shiny floors. A holdover from when I was homeless. Btw I was able to photograph many dawns when I was wandering around out there. ...a small "upside".














From my year of wandering.

I was so happy to have digs of my own again I've gone into overdrive to keep it nice'n tidy.

So what's got my place so pissed at me that it would try to cut my finger off, then impale me, bash the back of my head then have a second go, and attack my face.

Wait I just remembered. I nearly fell out of the tub the other night. My foot got caught in the shower curtain,..could'a broke my neck.














....shit,..the place 'is' trying to kill me!

Might be restless spirits around. After all the building 'is' about 100 years old. Roman ruins by American standards. Everything here besides, the native temples, and pyramids. Everything here is less than three or four hundred years old.

Heavens sakes Europe, and Asia have latrines, and whore houses thousands of years older.

Humbling that.

Guys over there were taking dumps in warm comfy latrines, and getting laid in cat houses before the first European settlers came to the new world to die of yellow fever, starvation, Indians, or rigged card games.

There's Roman crappers still around from before they built the 2nd Avenue subway. Well okay they still ain't finished it. Did you know that alleged construction is coming up on it's centennial!

Yep they broke ground in the 1920's. In ten, fifteen years it'll be 100 years in the making. A record for corruption, and historic incompetence there somewhere.














My glossy though deadly floors.

Anyway so when I go home what will be waiting for me? Will a bleeping poisonous snake come up through the drain? Speaking of crappers will I get sucked out to sea when I flush? Perhaps get electrocuted when I try to cook hot dogs in the microwave.

Or am I just getting hyper behind a few simple household accidents.

We'll see.

"Time Travel",...Video Restored

"1928 Cell Phone"

Okay here's some footage from a 1928 Charlie Chaplain film. Seems even then there were dvd extras. This scene is from a short promotional about the grand opening of "Charlie Chaplin at the Circus".


If you look carefully you'll see a lady in the crowd passing by talking into what looks like a Mobile, or Cell Phone.

I always thought this was how we'd confirm there was temporal travel going on. Some little pieces of out of place stuff would turn up in some fragment of early media.

Naturally everybody is tearing it down saying it's everything from photo-shop to an early prototype hearing aid. ...maybe, but I like the time travel angle better.

In times of social chaos this kind of thing always shows up. Sort of like the UFO mania during the Cold War.

'Course this don't mean that time travelers, and the saucer guys ain't hanging around. It's just that these times make us 'look' for them. Since all this cultural mayhem can't be happening on it's own. 'Somebody' has to be behind it all.

So It was 'space aliens' that wanted us to a-bomb ourselves, and 'time travels' that shot the Kennedy's, and put the kibosh on the Age of Aquarius. ...maybe



Happy Halloween.

"Desert Earth"

"Greenhouse Earth"

"Frozen Earth"

"Paradise Lost"

"Easter Bunny Laid Off"