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Feeling Good with the Globe: (Archive)

Personally: How to be happy. Really.
      1. Count your blessings,
      2. Give time & energy to others, and
      3. Maintain relationship nuts & bolts.

And severally: Napoleon's six dynamite rules for managing an empire.
      1. Exactitude, thoroughness,
      2. Speed, concentration & momentum,
      3. Flexibility, structure,
      4. Simplicity, reduce confusion,
      5. Character, honour & integrity,
      6. Morale, self-confidence.

My father told me to put away 10% of all I earned. I didn't. He was right. There is little comfort in this, but there is some.

Bromides? Maybe.

Pics of the fourth incarnation (1974-1981), Tom Baker & Lalla Ward, and Douglas Adams (with daughter Polly).

That's it then eh? Done & dusted. Why am I all-of-a-sudden thinking about Frank Zappa?

(I apologize for the HTML formatting below; horrid! but I have spent hours at it and what you see will have to do. I am using IE and I set things so that when the 'bored.' of my title touches the right margin, and text size is set to Medium, it looks more-or-less as I wish it to. Not really ... and yet this web-thing flourishes on such a rickety foundation ... goes ta show ya!)

(not sure if this is Frank or not, might be)

I couldn't say where she's comin' from, but I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm. she stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill says you cant make me cum no way! y'jes can't do it. she made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb she could prove it any time all men was scum. I dont mind that she called me a bum, but I knew right away she was really gonna cum so I got down to it. I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb an applied rotation on her sugar plum. I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb but I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm where's this Dinah-Moe comin from I just spent three hours an I ain't got a crumb from the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Humm. I got a spot that gets me hot but you ain't been to it. I got a spot that gets me hot but you ain't been to it. and I can't get into it unless I get out of it, an I gotta be out of it to get myself into it, cause I can't get into it unless I get out of it, an I gotta be out of it before I get into it. she looked over at me with a glazed eye and some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area and she said... and here's what she said: just get me wasted an youre half-way there cause if my minds tore up, well, then my body dont care. I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin an said my-my-my what sort of thing might this lady get high upon? the forty dollar bill didnt matter no more when her sister got nekkid an laid on the floor. she said Dinah-Moe might win the bet but she could use a little if I wasn't done yet. I told her... just because the sun want a place in the sky no reason to assume I wouldn't give her a try. so I pulled on her hair got her legs in the air an asked her if she had any cooties in there. whaddya mean cooties! no cooties on me! she was buns-up kneelin' buns up! I was wheelin' an dealin' wheelin' an dealin' an ooooh! she surrender to the feelin she sweetly surrendered an she started in to squealin'. Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed with her lips just twitchin an her face gone red, some drool rollin down from the edge of her chin while she spied the condition her sister was in. she quivered'n quaked an clutched at herself her sister made a joke about her mental health. until Dinah-Moe finally did give in but I told her all she really needed was some discipline... I said: kiss my aura ... dora ... thats right! you know why? because obviously it was real angora and then I said: would you all like some more-a? right here on the flora? an how 'bout you, fauna? do you wanna?

A while ago I found some photographs by Flor Garduño (see 'The Snow Queen' below). I ordered the two hard-cover collections available on-line. 'Witnesses of Time' arrived first, a cultural collection let's say - the images seemed overly staged to the point that I questioned her vision. Today, 'Inner Light' arrived. This is mostly nudes, also staged of course, but in this context I expect a point-of-view; and the results are, to me, as I sit here somewhat stoned and foggy on gout medicine; Stunning! Marvellous! Something more than 'dancing on the polka-dots' I would say.

Tags: Photographer, Bromides, Douglas Adams, 42, Frank Zappa, Dinah-Moe Humm, Flor Garduño, Boobage, Polka Dots.