Reality Check Please.

Senator I heard you just had a briefing on UFO’s. Yeah! Not only aren’t there any. We didn’t get snacks during the briefing.

People have different takes on their own realities. A fisherman that basis his or her life on a full or empty net. Has a much different fishing reality then a fisherman with a row boat in a pond. One fishes for pure pleasure the other for pure survival.

Thus the misadventure of humans. Everyone works harder than anyone else. There is never enough to go around. Don’t dare ask for more soup. Rocking the boat is forbidden. Everyone is lucky to have “A” job. Only anti-social people do not follow the rules. Grin and bare it. Or is it grin and bear it. Whatever. Bare it and tell everyone they can kiss it.

You see. I just gave a few examples of the realities of earth bound, top of the food chain bag of blood and bones. Excluding the drug addicts and alcoholics. They seem to want nothing to do with reality. Being there a few thousand times myself. I just cannot blame them. To solve the drug and alcohol problem. Drugs and booze free for all. No wars, no crime, no food, no means of subsistence, no future to worry about. What fun reality is this swimming in?

The reality of male species. The reality of female species. The reality of sex for f… sake? The reality is the same. More babies for whatever sake. The fun is the dilly dallying homophobic reality with scores of fun people dancing ferociously happy. Why are they happy? It is fun opening and closing closet doors as the curious try to peek in. They only thing really interesting in a closet are the clothes. Clothes of course the Emperor does or does not wear, if any.

The reality from the top. The reality from the bottom. The reality from the right or left. The diagonal reality in two, three, or possibly four or five dimensions. Even the totally hopeless absolutely insane mad people have a reality. Not one anyone but them would understand; as you would learn if you ask Alice.

Why all this import on reality? Physical, financial, emotional, spiritual or actual. Actual Reality? Raise your hand if you know the answer. If any one picks you when your hand is up. That is the reality that should be questioned!

Immigrant

Drowning in the words she hated the most she finally took a breath. Steadily her feet took hold on the bottom of the pond. Navigation was slow but careful. This time. Her head did not burst from underneath the water. Her thoughts slipped her away thru the tangles, sand, rock, pebbles and in time. Arose. Then she began to walk on the water again.

I will never love. Then how will I love? No one will ever read what I write. If I do not write it will be so. In order to move forward I must step. If I do not step I will not move.

Once upon the land she felt a cold finger burn her from behind. She turned to see the ones left behind. Why did they die and not she? They cannot move on now. A bird caught her attention with music she tuned into her mind. The wind warmed and she twirled. Slapped by sudden happy. She twirled again. She had never twirled so. Then why did she leap into a dance?

Clean people gather dust. It is just the way it is. The dust gathers and builds to dirt. Mud can be a bogging chore. An adoring odor seals ones fate as the smells are sorted, chosen then followed. Until the notion that it is time to clean again. Maybe this time it will be better dust.

She was not sure how she had risen so. Her feet relieved from the pressure of her body, were free. She was she. Apart from anything she would not be. Catching a leaf with her toes. She kicked it up into her hands. It nestled then waited.

Nothing that was never inspected will not teach. The blind do not see color but oh… do they reach. The boulder is but a pebble that beckons to be breached. Never turn back time nor rush into it. Stand still it holds power not illusion.

A small child will hold treasures in their pockets next to their hearts. Sticks, stones, tears, feathers, pillows, teddy bears and prayers. Nighttime nightmares are all the same. Dreams. Love is not to be grasped, held or strangled. Never being felt. Touched.

One Bra = 2 Masks

Monty Python had a song in,”The Life of Brian, Always Look on The Bright Side of Life.” If I have offended any human reading these silly takes on home sequestering or Covid-19 Virus. I cannot say, “Get A Life!” Because frankly no one has a life right now. How about, “Enjoy life’s silly anythings.” Don’t be a defensive offensive critic. Read on eating your favorite snack. Have a hug. Carry on.

Talk Show stay at home TV. I kind of like it. Maybe after this is all over some of these Stay at Home shows will continue. News from a Reporter at home is better than those Fireside Chats President Roosevelt had way back in another history. Friendly and more personnel like next to a fireplace kinda thing. Sitcoms could be in real homes with real people. Crime shows showing Murders in the Home. Real Sex with real couples. Kitchen Cooking or outdoor BBQ live and in the Home. Fixing cars in garages with amateur mechanics or professionals. We have some of those now. I am thing attached garages or driveways. How about, “What’s Being Delivered Today,” shows. Whatever one can think of consisting of non studio TV. People that have trouble sleeping could turn on people actually sleeping. That should help out some insomniacs. Children playing board games. Adults playing board games. Senior’s playing board games. Poker and Solitaire card game shows. A new You Tube would be awesome.

That is it for now. My crazy writings will continue in the future. Watch my show, “Sitting in front of a computer typing stuff,” show. It will be awhile for the show to start. I only have a throw away camera I bought in 1986. It should still have film in it. Do throw away camera’s make movie type stuff?

The Diary of Frank Annis

My name is Frank Annis. I have been hiding in the attic with my family for 2 weeks now. It all started when the world governments put a home quarantine for every human on the planet. The quarantine started suddenly without prior notice. The problem was like the game of ,”Sitting Chairs.” When this all started wherever one was is where they had to stay. Children in school were stuck in school with their teacher and the janitor. People in department stores had to sleep with the manikins in the windows. Baby sitters were now on perpetual baby sitting lock down. Gas stations had workers sleeping in the garages. The only real happy people were the alcoholics that were stuck in bars and pubs.

Actually I am a stay at home father. When this all started. I had just finished doing the shopping at Coscos and Sams Club. My wife, a school Principal, gave me a list of things to get. I had left our youngest child, Alice 6 month old baby, with our neighbor Brenda. Brenda is a woman of about 68 years old. She lives alone and loves baby sitting. In fact she runs a sort of unlicensed day care for all the neighbors. It just happened that way. Brenda makes good cookies, which all us stay at home fathers love. Plus her daughter that helps is a former porn star. We stay at home fathers have all her tapes. Anyway.

This came down so fast and being left alone. I just had to find a way to get my family back. Problem is if anyone leaves their quarantined spot. They would be arrested. Then forced to work in high risk areas like hospitals, Coscos, Sams Club, Walmart or toll booths making sure the travelers have proper paperwork to be on the road. Worse yet the toilet paper mills. I’ll get back to this later.

So there it is. The whole world population stuck all over in places they did not want to be. Why? Someone detected there was an unprecedented color in the atmosphere. This color started in Hoboken, NJ, and got the name, ” Eight Shades of Hoboken”. The United States scoffed at this name and uses, “Colors of the World Disease.” The colors quickly spread throughout the world making people sick or even dying. At first people thought it was because the colors stuck to them. Others swore it was because the colors did not stick to them. Still others could not determine if the colors were dark, light, medium or a mix of colors. Whatever, when someone gets sick or dies the governments counts them up and a pandemic of colors is released upon the world.

That is why I am in the attic. I had smuggled some of my relatives and friends in my home to escape the Shades of Color Police. The best place to sequester friends and relatives without detection is the attic. Well. Basement too. They are the people that were not really relatives or friends. Most were delivery people we could not chance to let go.

I have to stop now. The Shades Color Police are driving around the neighborhood. We got a Shades of Color Police Scanner the Amazon delivery person had. Until next time I can write. Be careful and be colorless.

Covid-19 or Corona -19?

Team Covid-19 fans are leading the Corona-19 fans. Or not if I spelled both of them wrong again it could be another Virus-19 fan.

To visit Nanna and Poppa or to not visit Granny or Granpa?

I think it depends on how old they are and how much they have to leave in a will. Now this may seem like a crass and unethical thing to write. The truth is there are people out there thinking about this. Not only that. There is a new crime show in the works called, “The Covid-19 Murders.” I think it may be on the channel with all the other crime shows. This is part of the America Has Entertainment Mentality. (A.H.E.M.). Just think. How long was it before a TV or Movie came out after 911? Americans love disaster and Apocalyptic entertainment. AHEM also loves war, horror, and dysfunctional relationships. A show with a single mother or father with children are usually, “Comedies.” Side note. I first wrote AEM then needed something more. I added the Has to get AHEM. Sorry or ahem for AHEM.

There is a problem making movies for AHEM because mostly everybody is sequestered in this housebound situation. How is a car chase going to work? If a home invasion occurs. Then will everyone die like in a Russian Comedy? I imagine, maybe, the big family stuck at home with not much to do plot might be over played. Then there is the children have the virus. Let us ask the Grandparents to babysit. We can pretend mom and dad need to get some black market toilet paper and hand sanitizers. A far fetching plot having a pet dog or cat pass it on. “Dawn of the Viral Pet?”

I saw a detective show where the inspector/police guy or whatever. Had a father that was an artist. This father would only paint forest landscapes. No matter how much he tried. The artist could only paint these forest landscapes. This is the same problem I have. I sit down to write about anything but this damn virus thing. I just seems that for now I cannot write about anything else. Why? Covid-19 is being blasted to all of us surviving this thing so far. TV, Internet, advertisements, cable, live TV, News, a daily death count. If one notices. The death count actually changes in real time; if one watches it carefully.

I live alone and love it. I have about a half dozen Grand-ones and a daughter that checks on me. Usually she wants to know if I have any black market toilet paper connections. Bidets are starting to take off and have a 2 or 3 month delivery period now. That wait is on Amazon. If one is lucky they may find one that is a bit more expensive that has a quicker delivery period of 2 to 4 weeks. For your AHEM tonight. Check out the book, “I was a Black Market Toilet Paper Criminal.”

My daughter and her children want to visit me. Not because I have money. If I die she may have to change her name because of my credit card debt. I have a mortgage and car payment. The cat is no problem. If I die and no one finds me for a few days. My cat loves eating any bug that trespasses into her home. It is the cats home. The cat just hired me to change the litter and feed her. Anyway! I seem to make great ice cream sodas. I am over 65 and in the High Risk Category. Strange but I have been in the HRC since I was born. We all have. I abused drugs, alcohol, and chocolate. I had drunken sex with strange people. The sex did not include safe sex aids. Blackouts usually make things like this occur. I was in a combat zone. The combat zone was by accident. That is another story. I have been in accidents that were so bad people would ask, “How did you survive that?” High Risk? Yeah, I think we have all been there. The next phase is wondering which actor will play us, in the soon to be released, “Viral” movie or TV Series.

If I am afraid to get the virus and die because I hugged my daughter, grandson or granddaughter. I am dead already. I must hug them. Especially because that is also part of AHEM. Ya just gotta hug love!

She Quest Her?

A new scratch off lottery ticket has six high risk people on it. If one name on the ticket list gets the corona-19 virus and dies. You win $5. If two names $10. If three names $20. If four names a twelve pack of toilet paper. If five names a pair of rubber gloves and a mask. If 6 names appear and die, you get a free respirator in the Hospital of your choosing when you get the virus.

The good news is, now for something totally different.

Bankruptcy Lawyers expect a lot of business in the next few months. The air is getting cleaner. Animals going extinct are thinking now humans know what extinction feels like. The more humans stay in the home the more cockroaches move out. Husbands and wives spend more time together as more work places close. Children see their parents more due to school closings and once again work closings. Violent Crime in the home has increased. The banks are starting foreclosures online websites. The Internet has gotten an upsurge of websites. Potholes are no longer a problem anyone cares about. Snow days are a thing of the past. Home invasions are down.

OK! So it was not something so totally different after all. Therefore add what you can come up with to add to this list. After all you got something better to do?

Flu Virus Quackademic

I hate having to unravel this evil viral note. More information, blogs, U Tube, news and billions of hands on the Internet are raised screaming listen to my Virus etchings.

Seems I have unraveled and now drip out and cough out my sickness.

  1. Conspiracy sneeze. Government cover up. North Korea bombs China with chemical germ warfare just for the hell of it.
  2. Experimental nose drip. An unknown government leaks out a black ops experiment from some secret place and labels it a virus. The problem is the government really does not know what it is or what it can do.
  3. Population control cough. Need to wipe out older generation and save Social Security; as older population is a drain on this system. The shaving off Social Security money for other purposes, by the government, got out of control.
  4. Attempt to assassinate Trump at that Largo place fake sneeze.
  5. Population containment hack. Government needs to control and isolate gatherings of people. This needed in order to reveal Government Secret that will screw up the freedoms of constituents in this Country or outer Countries.
  6. The Aliens from Space preparing for invasion sore throat. They got the virus idea from watching War of The Worlds.
  7. Illegal immigration fart. Humans carried it from somewhere to wherever they are heading.
  8. Is just an overblown fake news story headache. Plan to keep everyone from being bored. The media will get a financial kick back from companies that make hand sanitize-rs. Toilet paper was a fluke as people cannot differentiate Flu from Virus.

If there is a massive death toll. It will be from God because ALL religions had to close their places of worship. In other words God has spewed forth, “You want a Pandemic, I’ll give you a Pandemic”.

Massive Emotions

On observing two persons in a difficult situation. An elderly woman responded to them both with this advice. “If you have dust on your coat brush it off. If you pick at it. It will only stay on your coat longer.”

As life progressed in the history of humans. The brains of these earthlings began to unravel emotions. Positive feelings bloomed up and flowered. These emotions began to teeter totter as Negative feelings weeded their way into synaptic growth. Thus began the half glass full or half empty theory. The protagonist or antagonist, evil or good, or whatever amassed on this teeter totter. Thus, emotions ride up and down on this never ending ride.

Laws began to unravel to help curb the negative effects of emotional feelings. The belief, negative emotional thinking, led to negative behavior. Positive emotional feelings lead to positive socially acceptable behavior. The bread of truth was the mainstay meal to balance. What then would become unfortunate? There were many different types of bread. Alternative bread was suggested and laughed out of the bakery. The problem was the alternative bread recipe was out there. Truth on occasion became burnt.

Men and Women needed to harness these emotions. Herbal medicines, stricter rules, violence, torture, then science. Little pills filled with tiny ingredients flourished and the medicine show became ever so popular.

Eventually tickets were given to those riding with their emotions. God held the tickets in one booth. The Devil held the thickets in another booth. There is also another cheaper ticket that God nor the Devil sold. That booth was rarely opened.

Freedom of emotions. Art and writing held open the door slightly to let all kinds of emotions out. The trick to that ride? When ridden very high. The rider at the bottom was looked at as very low. The result the lowly would get off and the high rider would crash down. So then the term, “in the eye of the beholder,” could become, “a kick in the ass,” very suddenly.

How or will emotions have a final unraveling? Death? Afterlife? You do not have to tell me. You will tell yourself.

For the love of God

The unraveling of love. Love, a present from God, and sometimes deliberately or not associated with sex. The unraveling problem is the sex part.

Is sex love? Is loving sex? The term making love, what exactly does that mean? Is making love; hugging, sex, verbal words associated with sensuality, affection, sex acts and whatever one thinks love is?

The result is God loses out because men/women seek sex more than love. Cannot have sex with God. Can love God. Can love man. Can love woman. The seeking of love part is like playing tennis. Some times you hit the love ball over the net. Other times the tennis player misses the love ball completely. One love or no love.

Men and women seek more love from other men and women then God. Most humans love God one or two days a week. There are some that love him seven days a week. These are Church Services where a human goes to a physical placed to love God. Compare the number of Churches or the number of Bars, Social Meeting Places, online hook up sites. Just how much more effort does a human pray for the love of another human? Then compare that to the effort a human puts into praying for the love of God.

There is an argument that God is constantly in human thoughts. This can be true but what about sex thoughts or human connectivity? It is my belief the need for affection is a pretty strong thought in a human. When a baby is born the bonding begins with a parent or human. Bonding with God comes later. Once the human mind is introduced to the concept of God then…well this is a mute ending. Although the older the human gets it can be discussed God gets more popular when death is nearer.

Science. The proof is in Science. Theory anyway. Theory then proof. Proof which then rains endless drops of Theory that needs to be caught in oceans of Proof. POOF!


A Mirror Image Unraveled

After the Creator unraveled all, then life was lastly unraveled. Now unraveling will create life and unraveling will destroy life. The truth of unraveling is found in every possible idea found in minds that can unravel thoughts, ideas or cerebral and mystifying brain firings.

After life and the life of synaptic sparking. The Creator in one profound burst of laughter blurted out to all universes diversity of life. “Let the fun begin!”

Some heard this. For example Woody Allen expressed this divine revelation, in one of his movies, about what the Creator thought. Woody, if I may call him, related that if the living created could not take a joke. Then (intercourse) them. Internet, just trying sanitized in this story.

What unravels you? Think positive. Turn the mirror around. Think negative.

Prepare for the future.