Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Category: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

Every morning posts I composed years ago show up for me to reshare on FaceBook. Many of the people who responded to them back then are now dead. I sense a screenplay coming on featuring these zombies.

Tangled up in Genitals

I have decided that only gay men can be genuinely kind and talented. Heterosexual men can be either one or the other, but never at the same time.
Young girls, face a clumsy period of uncertainty on this matter but with age, particularly if they have had more than two children or more than two husbands, they find lesbianism the obvious sensible choice.
Men seldom communicate with each other unless the subject is really big, like the universe or the Pittsburgh Steelers. Women never allow silence to invade their relationships with other women.
Women have no big themes. They are not philosophers. This fact has always confounded me because I know a very reasonable explanation is somehow hidden in it. It might be that women are by nature merely trivial but it is, however, certainly plausible that all philosophy is bullshit. This is just one of the open questions in my life.
The mind boggles.

Time always does the duty of discrediting wise men.

Burning Ants

I spent hours chasing ants on my hands and knees trying to burn them with a large magnifying glass angled to the summer sun’s rays. I had built fires this way in Boy Scouts. I used twigs, not ants, for that.
The ants often adopted a “clump together” stratagem in their insect terror, and this was a bad move.
In retrospect, there is a cruelty in children that blends agreeably with innocence.

Bands I hated and a word about Lynyrd Skynyrd

Mark Messore‎ to Lynyrd Skynyrd The Beginning Nuthin Fancy
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Many of you have seen this pic of Skynyrd for the Aerosmith “Rocks tour, May 30th, 1976 Washington, D.C. RFK Stadium) and the tall gentleman walking with and talking to Ron Eckerman Memorial, who I later found out after some digging is Regis Boff…I reached out to Regis and he told me about when he first met Ronnie and the incident that took place…I couldn’t find the conversation we had so I dug some more and found out he had written an article about it online …Well here it is and enjoy!!!…haha

***** Ronnie Van Zant and Lynyrd Skynyrd # 1
by Regis Boff
Oct 2, 2015
I am never tempted to be a fan. The alloy of words and music drains people of their identities. A wonderfully unique human state. No other animal mimics this voluntary subjugation other than Golden Retrievers.
I have gotten very close to some “artists”. And others not so much.
I have disliked a few. The country and western crooner Ronnie Milsap is one I loathed. He was blind. In the middle of a protracted negotiation, I let him know I was pleased he was so. His entourage was scandalized. I called them all cunts, still fuming. They continued to play for me because they were all money worshiping reptiles.
John Bonham of Led Zeppelin was not a favorite. I am not happy he is dead because he was an extraordinary drummer. I am still angry at him though and wish he would at least reach out to me from the Shadowland to say he is sorry.
Ronnie Van Zant of Lynyrd Skynyrd could not have tried harder to PMOF, ) Piss Me Off Forever). Within the two hours of my meeting him, he threw a bottle of Jack Daniels at my head then charged at me. He got restrained by others. It was fortunate for him.
Physical violence can many times make friendships stronger. With Ronnie, I realized much later it was practically compulsory.
We were waiting in the lobby of a hotel for everybody to come down to leave for the plane. Any morning assemblage of Skynyrd resembled the scene in “Gone with the Wind” where thousands of fallen Confederate soldiers lay stacked on the main street of Atlanta Georgia.
Ronnie, waiting beside me, black hat, and all abruptly heads into the elevator and disappears. Not ten minutes later a guitar case flies down the stairs followed closely by the band’s bass player(Leon) tumbling like a fleshy “slinky.” Ronnie tells the road manager to pack everyone up and walks out the door to the waiting cars. I get in with him and ask what had just happened. Without looking at me, he says, ” Late”. — with Ron Eckerman Memorial and Regis Boff.

I was a Boy Scout

I stumbled on this photo of my boy scout troop, #227, just by accident, ( I am upper left). Later I signed my son up to a troop but his scoutmaster suddenly died and we did not re-enlist.
I was drawn in life to the study of philosophy and religions. No wisdom ever matched what I got from that childhood experience.
A Scout is: Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent.

“Rally round the steering wheel boys”

Autonomous driving cars are an affront to our manhood. No man or authentic woman should ever own one. If spotted on our consecrated highways they need to be nudged unceremoniously onto side roads that lead nowhere. They are a far-left Democrat brew for emasculation and represent the decades-long scheming of Barack Obama, James Taylor, and the stinky French. The route these horrid appliances take will lead us straight into castration.

Poem: Hear Me

The waters hear my questions
Then rush back to the sea.
Its answers came back as splashes
Rudely covering me.

Poets, not accusers should be anonymous.

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