"...laff"

 

As I just wrote to my radio pal Sharon..

Happy New Year! I'm sure all of our brightest dreams will come true. Just after pigs fly in formation over the Empire State Building. Tho' I spent my early New Year's Eve morning plastering in cleaning. The building settles so cracks I filled a year ago have gaped once more. It's like doing maintenance on da Brooklyn Bridge. Good honest work. Loves you guys. 

Be well be safe and laff as much as possible.

*Thanks to all that have been here for days years or decades. Some of you good comrades are here from day one. Through my many blogs. This as they changed were nuked for Queer stuff or just went gleefully nuts which is my job here. Bless you comrades and thanks for the company.

New Year's Bob da Bunny sez...

Eat and drink as much as possible.

Then sleep it off behind the couch. Keep off da damned roads.

2023 has plans for you.

 

New Year's Moon over Brooklyn.

 

"...Bob"

 

Bob the Bunny visits frosty Coney Island and sez, 

"...It's gonna be Okay."

Have a very Happy New Year!

*

Bunny history.

My sister Sylvia gave Bob his name.

“...pillbox”

My Ma, and Aunts used to take me with them when they shopped for hats, and dresses. I'd sit and watch as they tried on this then that one. Chat with the lady…they’d laugh chat. This is where I fell in love with Pillbox hats. Those visits were sweet. Different from the hardware store or lumber yard with my Dad or Uncles. Guys are a bit short on sweet chatting. At least back then. Still, both taught me much. Dad, the nature of wood and nails. Ma, my hat size and kindness.

“...go west young lady”

 

This a story I wrote for my radio program over 20 years ago...it's very brief.

Once upon a time...

In my alternate history American West there were no Genocides. No Slavery wanton murder or mayhem. In this other history the meetings of peoples on this continent was peaceful. Natives, and settlers were all pals from the start. That, and nobody bothered them Woodland Spirits either. In this happier West I play out my Cowboy Dreams. 

This Wild West was a cool happy one. We ride horses, and anything else that will let us. We sing to the stars do out of body stuff have poetry slams, and generally hang out. We plant crops gardens and leave the oil and gold in the ground. Lots of hard work but everyone has a swell time. That, and we do big Bar-B-Q with nice veggie tables. 

We get power from da sun and that Tesla guy invented the electric guitar 100 years early. I gots lots of Indian, and Paleface pals, and we have square dances every night in town. Years ago, I performed this little dream for my friend George Stonefish. He produced the Native programs at the station. He told me he'd like to visit my dream West. This because he could go home. He'd have his Country back.

“...coherent light”

Holograms were once printed on glass. If broken each piece held the entire 3-D image. 10,000 shards with a unique view of the whole. This is how we see each other the world eternity. We are one with the whole. Living it though the prisms of unique souls.

Actual functioning phone booth which I used. This at the main branch of the Brooklyn Library. It just sits in the corner where it was put in 1946. There it watches the decades, and generations pass. Minding its business waiting for someone to make a call and hear..."Hello".

"...the 70's"

My Life, and Bleeping Times …part 742.

I just saw another 'Health Nut' infomercial saying as to how your 60’s are the new 40’s. What a load of damp steamy bleep. Who the heck do they think they’re kidding. My 60’s were a fucking nightmare of damage and worn-out parts. However, my 70 is bleeping paradise.

You can’t remember bleep, and don’t care. People give you a seat wherever ya are. Relatives'n pals always calling to see if you’re still alive. I’m enjoying the hell out of my Golden Retirement Nightmare.

My problem is remembering what day it is and did I take them pills. What could go wrong? Also I think them Saucer guys have stopped abducting me. I’ve had a problem with them bastards since I was little. See above when da saucer folks left me on Mars by mistake. Anyway, I’m looking forward in my 80’s. This when da Hounds of Hell pour forth to lay waste the earth and raise taxes. That and 3-D Google, self-cleaning toilets, and talking toasters!

A very cold night on duty at Times Square.

There was a Nedick's on that corner.

My dad got me hotdogs there.

Vanished when Disney came.

 

 

"It came to pass in those dark days...

Angels made Signs, and Wonders. This so those that saw might have Hope."

Power accident caused the sky to ignite over our Emerald City four winters ago.

"Our Sky Ignited'. The heavens above burned.

I'll take miracles where I can find them.

 

Brooklyn Dusk with several more seconds of daylight.

 

"...45rpm"

 

A memory from the FB Algorithm. Even truer now than then!

I appreciate the effort, but when appliances start talking to me, I freak out.

It's Tomorrowland. Tho' I didn't see or hear this at the '64 World's Fair.

My page just started yacking at me when I accidently tapped the voice program. It started reading posts suggesting sites then tried to sell me crap. If I wanted that I'd get a talking cat.

A 1958 45rpm record player I can live with. It talks too, but don't have attitude.

 

If you came from da old page I'm here now.

 "Yule"

Dear Santa,

*I wrote this below years ago. Gave me a laff,  here it is again. 

Once upon a time...

I'm writing to you to let you know I've been very naughty. Especially when I was young. At the time I used massive amounts of drugs jerked off constantly. Conspired to overthrow the government sucked more cocks than I can remember. Bought tons of porn voted for communists published Queer 'zines full of insane poetry, and all sorts of naked people. That, and I ate, and drank heavily every chance I got.

My only regret is that I'm now too fucking old, and sick to still be doing this shit,...although I still try from time to time. I gleefully did all this mayhem, and tons more that I'm now too gaga to remember.

You fucking evil judgmental Nazi shit eating elf buggering republican racist sexist bucket of pigs vomit. I wouldn't take a present from you even if you promised me a roast ham covered in cocaine, and sprinkled with diamonds.

Eat Shit, and fucking Die you evil tool of oblivious consumerism!

*...and a "Merry Christmas I don't think".

*(...famous line from "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians".)

Late morning with the New Year coming.

Deep cold muted sun sharp winds.

Seasons each in their turn.

Each with their gifts.

 

 

2o23

How much worse could it be?

 

"...same ol' same ol'..."

Welcome to the continuing story. It's gone up to a summery 26f. May break 30f or even get over freezing. Ain't we got fun. No Snow in da Emerald city but everything is frozen solid...can't have everything. 

My old page “Thoughts and Prayers’ ...see link 'Thoughts' right column top. 

Had Blogsplot tech problems over there. So here we are moved to our digital lifeboat. Btw I started doing multiple pages because they kept nuking my Queer stuff. These are all hold overs from them times. Knew they’d come in handy again.

Well, we more or less most of us got through another year. 

Banged up with painful personal losses and planetary mayhem. Upside...so many stories to tell remember and pass on. On da other hand 2023 looks like another supersonic burning dumpster of shit. Fuck it we seen worse. 1968 was one. If ya was there ya know...tanks in the street Nazis and Klan everywhere a hellish war. Well okay it’s just like now but fuck it. What’s for lunch?

“...blessed”

 

Got up this Christmas morning to my windows fogged frosted and frozen shut. Had chicken soup watched the world online for a moment. Went for a walk. Like last night the streets empty. The cold keeping folks’ home. Those blessed with homes. Home. Spent last evening with old friends. The Christmas Eve turkey kept their place toasty. The aroma so full of memories lifted our hearts. It was a blessed night and now a cold yet blessed morning.

“...Life”

Just got home from Christmas eve dinner with old friends. We all had our shots boosters and flu shots as well. That and a combined 120 years in the Biz together. We agreed none of us had laughed as hard as tonight since before the pandemic. Friends' food stories experience and laughter. Life is made of such. Now to bed and a happy holiday season to all.

 

“...peace”

Luke 2:9-12And, lo, the Angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.And the Angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

...peace to all

 

The longest night.

“...brethren”

 

This year 2022 six friends died. Perished passed away dropped dead expired were smoked lit up. 'Fuck am I supposed to do with this. How is this mourned. Lived with put away. Like most one just takes it and moves on. I did. I do. I am and not at all. I just know how tired I am. We all of us carry so much. All of us all the time. Something from the play and movie "The Dresser". "...The whole world is suffering so why the hell shouldn't you!" We are brethren on the journey

“...Lunch”

 

Uncle's Syd's Non-Violence as a tactic.

When to use it when to resist and or run for your life. In this hopeful season freedom from fear comes to mind. Being an inconvenient non-violent suspect is cool idea, I think. Simple Rules for Liberation from Evil Fuck Heads. Non-violence only works when your opponent has a basic moral code. That's the whole point. You're appealing to their sense of morality, and justice. 

That's your message. 

This is why such tactics do not work on mutant maniacs disturbed insulated Presidents for Life Corporate CEO's or Cannibal Zombies. That lot will just arrest shoot and or eat you. 

That's their message. 

Gandi tried to talk Hitler out of war. Appealed to the guy...it didn't pan out. You have to struggle for survival...be like Ukraine or get eaten. So far history has given no third option. Tho' many search. Still, there are situations where Non-Violence will 'eventually' work. ...in a way sort of. Flawed Democracies like ours or assorted polities that still somewhat abide by law. 

Appeal to a sense of morality, and justice. 

I suggest the writings and behaviors of Emma Goldman Dr. King Harry Hay or Gandi. Try others there's plenty. James Baldwin Bessie Smith and Dizzy Gillespie are possibilities. Above Barbie, and Whitman. An unlikely pair, but they have much to say.

“...interesting”

 

An episode from my Time-Portal tales from a few years back.

Once upon a time.

The future really sucks. I needed to get out of Dodge. My sentient pocket watch bent space-time and I shimmered into view in front of an oncoming Buick. Not sure, but I think the car would have driven through me if it kept on coming. My physical self would be a long string of atoms wrapped around a ‘52 Buick in the dark matter realms forever. There may be worse things but can’t image what. She stopped. Her name was or may still be ‘Babs’. Serious post war nickname. 

I had portaled to Jefferson Alabama, June 4 1:27pm 1952~CE.

Babs was very nice after I got out of the way of her 2 tons of steel. '...asked if I was with a circus. ...My Dead Head shirt. Traveling circus groups were common in the South in them days. I said ’yes’. This settled the matter of a Colored in a clown outfit wandering outside a segregated town. 

I said the neon shimmer was a magic trick. She asked if I could do another. I said I could disappear. Didn’t really intend Alabama. I set the unit to return and did. She saw a bright neon shimmer ...then poof!

I appeared on Solstice Day in 2020 Brooklyn. A still in plague still rather flawed democracy. As for Babs... I imagine there's still tales of a strange disappearing magic Negro in her family. Life is interesting is it not?

“...miracles”

A Solstice wish. If there are Divinities, they'd answer our prayers with: “You dirtied the Earth, you clean it. You torment your children you heal them. You starve your neighbors you feed them. You're plagued with wars, you end them." No miracles from the sky needed. We did it we fix it. No one else can do it. Freedom from fear. We have the power to make our own miracles.

It was 56f/13c at noon it’s now 4:30pm and 24f/-4c.

At 9:00pm its forecast to be 9f/-12c. Brooklyn dusk from my steamy kitchen window. Sub-freezing Christmas weekend ahead.

Stay in keep warm.

 

I stay up to write or watch old movies.

As we move on we become more like cats.

We stare at spirits we eat we dream we sleep.

Love has no season no boundaries no fear.

 

 

 

I just read some are welcoming the Solstice. Tomorrow is the shortest day. Then the Ancient return of the sun. The lengthening of days.

Actually, I like it dark cold or at least cool. Longer days just means the deadly humid heatwaves are coming back. Looking forward to summer is a holdover from when the seasons were still balanced.

Now it's very different.

It's all happened so fast our traditions haven't caught up with them yet. Spring doesn't exist as a season anymore. We often go literally from winter to summer.

Very hot or at least rather warm days can now drag on from late April or early May till the end of October or like this year in the Northeast the first week of November.

It may take years generations for this to be understood by the masses. That, and for seasonal traditions to change with climatic realities. Then people will look forward to cool darkness and shun the bright humid heat.

This may sound science fiction strange. However folk traditions are strong things. Traditions from Europe's "Little Ice Age" have hung on centuries pass when it made sense to honor them.

Indeed almost 'all' of our current Xmas activities come from then.

However, no one has skated on either the Thames or Hudson in some time. Most certainly not yearly. I think it was 30 or more years since the Hudson froze from bank to bank.

I remember because there was a snowshoe race from downtown Manhattan to 'Jersey in 1980 or '81. It was to be an annual event...it has never happened again. The river has not frozen that much since.

These are just the times we now live in, and customs are slow to catch up.

Actually, I wonder what traditions will be in 200/300 years at Christmas/Solstice times in NYC. Annual bright decorated flotillas sailing around the jutting tops of sunken skyscrapers perhaps?

 “...A Parallel Earth”

We live in a multiverse. Our earth is one of an infinity of them. I like writing stories about such. On some we never evolved or there are Neanderthal interstellar societies. Others are as dead the moon. Airless open to the void. This one has a baseline of Kennedy not being successfully assassinated. He lived into the early 1990's.

The historic divergence from ours to the Kennedy lives world was in the mid-1800's. Their history had a seriously failed U.S. Civil War Reconstruction. More complete genocide of the Natives Peoples. A longer Great Depression. WW2 started in 1942. Though allied with them the United Kingdom was not a friendly power. A different Royal line with a hostile Emperor.

Once upon a world: 

In the other world's WW2 Germany in early 1946 made the components for one functional atomic bomb. However, the Russians overran its construction site before it could be moved or destroyed. The Russians based on German work were making their own bombs by mid-1947.

In the Kennedy history as ours two American A-Bombs were dropped. But theirs on uninhabited islands in the south pacific for Japanese observers. The second demonstration bomb failed to detonate. However, the Japanese delegation got the message. The Pacific war had a negotiated end in December 1945. 

In the Kennedy history Peter Best stayed in the Beatles. Ringo died of Polio as a child. George was never born his father having been killed in WW2. Two other artists unknown on our world filled those places. The Beatles had limited fame. They disbanded in 1966.

The Edsel was a success. It is still being built by the other world's Ford. Newfoundland is a U.S. state. It nearly became one on our world in the late 1940's. India is three different nations. Australia/New Zealand is one country and has been a republic since 1994.

There was never large scale black and white TV broadcasts in the U.S. Color was mandated by the FCC as the norm in 1952. The first internet message was sent in 1964. The first with color images and video in 1975. DVDs and cheap cell phones came early as well. There are four international space stations.

What in our world is North Dakota in theirs is 'Jubilee'. A state given to freed Slaves. This was nearly done in our history. Portions of Jubilee were gradually taken from them in the late 1890's when gold was found. This led to the great migrations of Blacks to the Northern industrial cities. Which caused a clash with new European immigrants.

The Civil Rights Act which ended legal segregation and the returned of the confiscated counties to Jubilee. This came in May 1962. There was a failed assassination attempt because of it on JFK a month later. 

There was no prolonged Vietnam war beyond a short period of military advisors. These were recalled in 1964. However, there was a three-year U.S./Soviet proxy war in Iran. The country was divided between north and south in 1970. That nation was re-unified in 2012.

The Equal Rights Amendment for Women was passed in 1976. Limited federal gay rights in 1979. Though both constantly challenged by far right and religious groups. The Cold War ended in 1982 with the NATO/Warsaw Pact conventional 'Phony War'. After an accidental near detonation of an American tactical warhead at its forward base. A mutual battlefield pull-back set peace negotiations in motion. Their world still has a Soviet Union tho' a more liberalized and stable one.

There was a major flu pandemic in Mexico in 1996. This an earlier mirror of our COVID. The Rio Grande Flu took more than half a million lives there, and in parts of the U.S. Southwest. This both brought the U.S. and Mexico closer together and butterflied away the Cocaine Cowboy Cartels. 

There was race tinged sentiment to build a US/Mexican wall to prevent another cross-border pandemic. This was refused by the federal government as an irrational response to an international tragedy.

The American Mars Juno mission failed with the loss of its crew of 8 in 1989. An international flotilla of ships returned in 2009. This exactly 20 years after the failed U.S. mission. They successfully established bases at the equator, and south pole of Mars. In 2021 a memorial to the American Juno crew was dedicated at the site of the crash in the Schiaparelli crater.

A former businessman named Trump is currently doing life in Angola prison. This for fraud jury tampering multiple statutory rapes and being part of a mob conspiracy to murder federal judges. All this and selling classified documents to a foreign power.

In 2021 a signal from a star 28 light years away was received by Chinese radio telescopes. This was later confirmed by other nations. It was basic mathematical equations plus compress data streams. Radio telescopes on our world are now also listening to that frequency. So far...silence