tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742297299766423142024-03-14T01:18:53.096-05:00Grandma SlumpLocal Man Writes Own Blogdbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comBlogger2593125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-8071523212537075452023-07-31T14:44:00.001-05:002023-07-31T14:45:16.917-05:00Let's Stamp Out Juvenile Delinquency
I'm plenty old now. How it happened, I guess, is no more than the passage of time. I'm sitting there going "la la la" as a kid and next thing I know, I'm over 70! Lots of times I don't get too excited about anything. Today, though, isn't one of those days. Today, I've actually got my hackles up about something which is generally the environment of much younger people, vandals, morons, dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-38863800409459594762023-07-28T09:27:00.001-05:002023-07-28T09:31:31.252-05:00Top of The Morning to You!
Just like it's been most of my life, so it is today, feeling a little out of sorts, like maybe I got up on the wrong side of the earth. And if that's overkill and beyond belief, at least think of what it must feel like, that I got up in the wrong hemisphere. Woke up, that's for sure, with a thud, with a cry. I cried out, "Damn! An iceberg just pulled the elastic on my shorts (the back side) and dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-5825674938493870142023-07-23T13:24:00.001-05:002023-07-23T13:24:24.805-05:00God Bless the Pusher Man
I know we're all "environmental" sympathizers these days; I know that's what I am. My feeling is it's better to take care of what we have, kind of like the truth you follow if you're shooting for 50 years of wedded bliss. You take care of what you've got, first and foremost.
But every case isn't like the last case. In this case, apparently the man has some authority over that piece of land. 1) dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-73041664456805951692023-07-17T17:51:00.001-05:002023-07-17T17:51:55.351-05:00The Last Good Guy on Earth?
I'm usually so optimistic, giving good kudos to my friends, family, and neighbors. Which entails thinking highly of them and feeling assured that they're A-OK, nothing wrong, nothing shady, nothing hidden, such as schemes, criminal and/or crooked stuff. I suppose I could push my thoughts out there occasionally, just to make sure that I'm not being overly optimistic.
Because according to what dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-2802451047401905582023-07-15T07:29:00.005-05:002023-07-15T09:09:18.215-05:00Welcome To TestvilleI got a new computer. Full disclosure, I think I'm losing it ... not the new computer, but my mind.
It's kind of an awful thing. Feels like crap, really. Which is at least something of an encouraging word. Encouraging? Why? Because if I'm able to discern that my mentality is in uproar, at least I'm looking at it from a sane perspective, possibly my main consciousness battling this alternative dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-19560876453142375902023-07-07T06:03:00.005-05:002023-07-15T09:17:30.502-05:00Old Me Doesn't Know How to Make a Blog Post AnymoreWondering if I just type a paragraph of stuff?
Then wondering what happpens next?
I don't remember ever having to screw around with this stuff.
So on and so on, son.
That would have been the top set of paragraphs. Then this is a longer paragraph, starting with the para and ending with the graph. I'm presently grapling with what I used to do as a GIVEN now sort of a cranky old dishtowel.
And if dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-69756894439841504342023-07-03T07:06:00.012-05:002023-07-15T07:39:30.013-05:00Fireworks Fundamentally Evil?
Fireworks have a way of making a mess wherever they go. We used to think they were great. Then, I guess it was the danger and all the warnings I heard from parents and grandparents. Everyone knew someone missing a finger, an eye, a head of hair, and it was all something I took to heart. Joining that of course with the realization that everyone eventually dies, and, if that's true, the events dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-70278589420673911242023-06-30T14:43:00.003-05:002023-06-30T14:43:57.207-05:00Studying The Thing-a-MarodI'm going to confess right up front here, I'm not 100% sure that I remember what this graphic relates to. I've got a few memory issues stemming from one time getting hurt right in the head region. Ever since then I've been on a strange overload, a condition where it's hard to focus even on a limited number of things. Instead it magically flowers and there's anywhere from 10 to 100 perspectives dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-5181021758729985792023-06-28T16:52:00.002-05:002023-06-28T16:56:39.940-05:00I'm Overwrought!It's like I've been locked out of the opportunities that I've always taken for granted. Point A leads to Point B, then Point C; I do nothing but the elementary things that have always worked. Then suddenly, WHAM! Then the results, when results are manifested, are but balls of confusion. You could put your finger horizontally on your lips and blast out a noise and stretch it by wiggling your dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-41529821321179228652023-05-08T16:48:00.002-05:002023-05-08T16:48:55.112-05:00I Got StungI forgot what all the lyrics are for "I Got Stung," to me one of the greatest songs that Elvis recorded. Which is a weird state of being for anyone who sings the snippets of the song and can't quite get the lyrics right. I know, I could google it and memorize it, but I'm old. I'll reserve the rest of this paragraph for any future excuses I might thing of.Anyway, I have a manic style in mind when dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-24259228340522546032023-03-28T09:31:00.004-05:002023-03-28T10:02:20.292-05:00Floundering with a computer about half hereYes, when it comes to verbs describing me and my activities, there's not one as close to perfection, vis-a-vis ME, as "floundering."I'd like to tell the whole story, but I think it only comes to me in bits and pieces, here and there. Memory lapses, memory faults, did I already mention that?Anyway ... Speaking of "anyway," go watch a few YouTube videos of Don Rickles and count how many times Don dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-35593702424773887672023-03-28T09:10:00.002-05:002023-03-28T09:10:28.332-05:00Friends, I'm Half Whack I've spent the last hour or so trying to sign in. But it's been a mishmash of floundering and failing. Finally, now I'm here writing somethingThe big deal will be when I log out and try to do it again. The mishmash is still in sight.This is A TEST. Not an actual blog post.dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-49150148443292377772023-03-23T12:40:00.004-05:002023-03-24T10:38:14.681-05:00From My Internet BunkerHaven't got time for a fancy graphic to accompany this post. Screw it, I'm desperate. Listen to me. They're doing a real number on the internet, OK? Understand at least what I'm hinting at? They're coming to take me away, my blog, my hopes and dreams, and I don't know precisely how it's all going to turn out. Although I have at least a clue. It's similar to a bug hitting the windshield, it's dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-13247204684175475392023-03-18T19:24:00.003-05:002023-03-25T20:43:39.628-05:00DB Kundalini Is Back, BabyWhat you mean, Baby's all grown up? The Baby's my blog, and finding out it's "all grown up" apparently means it's had to be "grown up" when I was apparently neglecting it.Thank you dbkundalini fans, I'll try not to wander far away from my calling here. But the way it happens, you think "I'm going to take a few days off," then you take a few more days off, then a few more, till it's been years. dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-65576512126405976432020-04-30T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-30T06:00:08.718-05:00Sniffles, Gluttony, Virus
Virus
Part 30 of 30
It’s never part of my self-image to think of myself as a born loser. But what a month! The virus came in like a roaring lion and went out a defeated foe, and it really wasn’t that hard. Our political leaders led the way from victory to victory. They had what we haven’t seen in a while, good old fashioned selflessness, taking no account of themselves or future, but acteddbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-63660324482855608402020-04-29T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-29T06:00:07.944-05:00The Virus Is An Imp
Virus
Part 29 of 30
I’ve always been one attracted to those who know what they’re doing, knowing the ins and outs of life and are certain beyond belief, and even expand belief until it's certainty for all. Naturally, I’m talking about religion, where it’s sketched out “In the beginning” blah blah blah all the way to what is revealed at the very tip top pinnacle of the end. Everything's dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-13834294047072710122020-04-28T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-28T06:00:03.282-05:00The Best Urn For Me
Virus
Part 28 of 30
We’re getting near the end of this dreadful series and I just want to dedicate it to the sweetest lady that ever lived, my dear Mother. When it came to ladies, I mean forget about it. She knew all the ins and outs of life and taught me the facts of life. Not just the reproductive stuff -- which has been done to death, Amen? -- but the real lowdown, the real scoop, dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-4881364413373137522020-04-27T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-27T06:00:02.180-05:00Self-Quarantining With "Men"
Virus
Part 27 of 30
The warnings have been pretty clear, the more we self-quarantine the safer we’ll be. To be alone is safer in the sense of the germs others have not getting on you. That much is common sense. But it’s still up to each of us -- having the virus as a common enemy -- to take care of ourselves while we have a fighting chance.Of course families have to stick together. dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-54324683518455781422020-04-26T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-26T06:00:07.635-05:00I'd Leave If I Could
Virus
Part 26 of 30
A few years ago I had a life like this, traveling the country, camping, and roughing it. I thought that was the way to go, but, like always, my paranoia got the best of me and I decided to transition out of the more hectic lifestyle into the more sedate life of The Big City.Of course Grandma’s place was out of the question, as it had been a house in shambles, dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-43966950278607058252020-04-25T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-25T06:00:01.240-05:00Make Hulk Great Again
Virus
Part 25 of 30
It looks like there’s a lot of work to be done, if we’re up to the challenge. The world’s in a sorry state, it’s gone downhill with a vengeance. Whether by neglect or incompetence or too many bean eaters and not enough bean counters, everything’s gone to hell. I look out the window and of course it looks fine, the same old same old, as usual. But then there’s all dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-46411465146847105332020-04-24T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-24T06:00:01.084-05:00Even Lincoln's Dissolving
Virus
Part 24 of 30
We know from the news on the current virus that there’s apparently no one wholly immune to it. But of course that doesn’t mean all is quite lost yet. You can get it and hope with all your might that someone just now -- preferably in your town, preferably on your block -- has come up with the antidote or cure. The way my life goes, that never happens, but anyone dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-43494724396161775572020-04-23T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-23T06:46:52.858-05:00BOOM! A Big Bang
Virus
Part 23 of 30
The sky was as empty as the day of creation, barely anything but a thought before The Great Mix-master, seeing nothing mixed up, bore the fruit we came to love, existence. Without fanfare, boom! Just another explosion, apparently -- a few angels went deaf -- although in this case it was the Big One and the damage was done. Existence happened, as we know it, coming into dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-89232111835893956952020-04-22T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-22T06:00:01.717-05:00Virus: No Crowding Please
Virus
Part 22 of 30
Right this minute it’s Virus time at the OK Corral, the whole world, all of us gathered together, trying to avoid contact with the most minute creature, ants, roaches, people. Even eye contact’s discouraged because it’s a slippery slope, mostly with people. It leads to speaking and speaking to french kissing and french kissing to the rest of the slippery slope, dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-3492118597992972132020-04-21T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-21T06:00:10.917-05:00The Virus Suddenly Much Worse
Virus
Part 21 of 30
The virus is here, of course. I think about it, a collection of germs with a nucleus, whatever, and how famous it is, even infamous. And yet in its little world it’s oblivious to its fame and the destruction we see from our point of view. In a weird way, however bad it seems to us, it’s going through its life or liveliness merely as it's compelled by its nature.And sodbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974229729976642314.post-34440552429683628032020-04-20T06:00:00.000-05:002020-04-20T06:00:00.404-05:00Flee The Medical Profession
Virus
Part 20 of 30
I'm giving a big shout-out to all the doctors, nurses, orderlies, and med aides out there helping us in this terrible time of Virus. You’ve been great and it hasn’t gone unnoticed that in many ways you’re risking your own good health for the benefit of others. I believe I know how you feel, “Damn Hippocrates and his stinking oath! I could’ve been an architect, dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.com0