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I'll just entertain myself

 
 
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 08:17 am
@snood,
Most of your list I like. I sort of enjoyed Butch Cassidy and THe Sundance Kid, but can't watch it again. Didn't think Raindrops Keep Fallin fit well in it. I plan to do lists of stuff I actually like soon.
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 08:32 am
I posted this on another thread.

My Aspergers gives me a certain single minded focus that drives away friends and would be friends in real life and sometimes online.

Facebook is a good example. Not even family comments much on what I post. Only reyn, who used to post here, and he stayed away for years before coming back.
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snood
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:03 am
@edgarblythe,
edgarblythe wrote:

Most of your list I like. I sort of enjoyed Butch Cassidy and THe Sundance Kid, but can't watch it again. Didn't think Raindrops Keep Fallin fit well in it. I plan to do lists of stuff I actually like soon.


A lot of people are not aware of Buck and the Preacher. It was Sidney Poitier’s first try at directing. Starring him, Harry Belefonte, Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. Tells a story about the time right after the Civil War when former slaves were trying to go west to find a place to settle. A western from a black perspective.
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:18 am
@snood,
I saw Buck and the Preacher at the theater when it first came out. Mainly went because I so admire all four of the cast members you mentioned. It was a good film.
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:25 am
@snood,
This reminds me of The Scalphunters, with Ossie Davis and Burt Lancaster. Ossie is an educated runaway slave. Through most of it Ossie is a captive. He and Burt have a rivalry throughout. I won't tell more in case you have never seen it.
snood
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:26 am
@edgarblythe,
As usual Ed, you stand apart from the average Joe.
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snood
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:29 am
@edgarblythe,
edgarblythe wrote:

This reminds me of The Scalphunters, with Ossie Davis and Burt Lancaster. Ossie is an educated runaway slave. Through most of it Ossie is a captive. He and Burt have a rivalry throughout. I won't tell more in case you have never seen it.


I haven’t! But I have a feeling I soon will...
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 10:07 am
I started the thread by writing about my dog. My last dog before Rocky was a sweetheart. Lab/pit. As a rowdy puppy she earned a reputation as a punk. Hence her name. Punky. After she outgrew chewing up everything she mellowed out. I was just laughing because remembering how she feared horses. If we were riding down the street and she saw a horse in a pasture she got down on the floor to hide. I wrote the following for her.

The Doggie Door

Now I got a dog that needs to roam
All around the yard and inside my home
I didn`t argue the why and what for
I just up and installed the doggie door
She went out and peed
And ran per her need
I thought all was wonderful and well
But that door made my life a living hell
She`s a fifty pound pup called a lab
And what she wants to chew on she`ll just grab
Like new shoes and sox
And porch support posts
I lost two ten foot banana trees
The dog got bored and took them down with ease
She once put in the wife`s sleeping face
A sopping wet azalea's root (mud laced)
Brings in long tree tops
Insects even rocks
Tree chippers prob`ly make better pets
And are a lot less stressful on the vets
All in all I`d say the dog`s absurd
But I love her so just take my word
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 10:50 am
This seems silly at first, but it really has me wondering. For the past so many years I have averaged dozens of junk emails on hotmail per day. They drop in all day long. But for about a week most of it has ceased. Barely a trickle gets through. I haven't changed the settings. Wondering if this is unique to me or if others are experiencing this.
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 05:17 pm
I kept seeing stories and pictures claiming the discovery of fungus on Mars is proof of life. I think I tracked it down. Here is something I found. But I forgot to get a link.

When asked if there was any credible evidence that fungi were discovered on Mars, scientists agreed there wasn’t.

"No — especially for a claim of this magnitude," said Dr. Kenneth Nealson, a professor emeritus of earth sciences and an expert at the University of Southern California on microbial life in extreme environments. "I don’t know who reviewed the paper, but I would take away their license as a biologist — especially as a microbiologist."
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 06:27 pm
@edgarblythe,
When making my list of popular movies I don't like, I failed to mention Forest Gump. I hate it on varying levels. Mainly 1. Every left-leaning person or action gets skewered. 2. Such adulation and success for such a character soften resistance in the public's mind against electing idiots such as G W Bush, who is dumber than Gump.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 09:24 pm
Nostalgically reading about Tuesday Lobsang Rampa this evening. I read all but one or two of his books. I found them as compelling as the Max Brand westerns I used to read. Oh well.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 10:19 pm
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 15 May, 2021 11:35 pm
Walks of Peace

All the wars eventually
Must fall before Walks of Peace
Walks of Peace, Walks of Peace
Must fall before Walks of Peace

I dreamed I went with MLK
On a rare and fateful day
As he strolled along with me
We journeyed back through history
We saw all the wars of race
Wars of countries, even faith
He declared these wars all must cease
Folks must be troops for Walks of Peace

Yes the wars eventually
Must fall before Walks of Peace
Walks of Peace, Walks of Peace
Must fall before Walks of Peace

As Martin said, Don’t be deceived
All of these wars are wars of greed
Its up to us these wars must cease
Folks must be troops for Walks of Peace
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 16 May, 2021 09:08 am
Marley Ames searched the ground before him, taking carefully calculated steps to avoid ripping away the loosely hanging sole of his right shoe. In his part of town, strands of wire littered the dirt alongside the sidewalks. Any time he needed wire, he simply started walking and very quickly discovered a suitable piece.

Sure enough, the third wire that presented itself was the kind of strong easily bendable line that would hold a shoe together. He sat on the curb to remove the shoe and then held it up so he could force the wire through the synthetic material. He made a ring of it and twisted it tightly. After bending the excess wire repeatedly until it broke free, he repeated the operation twice. Once finished, the shoe seemed good for another two to three weeks. He had wired other shoes and so had gotten to be quite the expert.

Marley was able to walk naturally now as he continued down the sidewalk. He had not realized he was this near the zoo until he looked up and saw the entry. It always surprised him that the Fresno zoo was so near to home and easily accessible. He wandered in.

In the first cages were monkeys. They were a species with dark fur and fairly large and they ignored Marley totally. After watching them for a few moments he discovered that a peanut meant for the monkeys had fallen near enough he could fish it out of the outer cage. Sure enough, with a bit of diligence, he secured the peanut. As he stood up and broke away the shell and pushed the tender salty meat into his mouth, he heard a voice say, “That damn kid’s a pig.”

A man and a woman had come around a curve in the path in time to catch Marley in the act. Embarrassed, the boy wandered away from the zoo and toward home.

He wistfully gazed inside store windows along the way, feeling the pangs of deprivation, having been aware his entire life that other families than his were somehow not as dysfunctional and actually had enough money to eat well and dress well. He had gone just five blocks when a brand new ’54 model car pulled over to the curb. “Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called out.

He recognized the woman and the man from the park. She wore a long dress and kept her hair in a bun. He was tall and thin and wore a blue jacket. He had more grey than black in his beard. Marley paused to hear what they had to say.

The man spoke from behind the woman. “My wife and I are heading for Schultzi’s. We would like to invite you along to eat with us.”

Marley motioned with his hands as though pushing them away. “I don’t think so,” he said.

“Please,” the woman said.

“I will be honest with you,” the man said. “I couldn’t help but notice you appear to be hungry. Your shoes, the patch on your jeans -”

“No,” said Marley. “I’m going home.”

“We can’t force you,” said the woman. “But if you’ve never eaten at Schultzi’s you’ve missed some of the best eating this side of Heaven.”

“Chicken fried steak, corn on the cob. Ice cream. And you can have all you want. We’re paying,” the man added.

The more they spoke the more Marley’s poor stomach rebelled against the boy’s intransigence. Finally, as it began to seem the couple in the car might pull away, Marley said yes.

He was let in the back seat, where the clean of newness was vastly impressive to a child of poverty. They rode in silence until the car pulled onto the parking lot. As they stepped away from the car, the woman smiled and said, “I’m awfully glad you decided to come with us. I’m Daisy Chance. My husband is Professor Oliver Chance.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Mr. Chance said. “We come into town Fridays just to eat Shultzi’s wonderful food.”

“I’m Marley Ames,” Marley said.

His embarrassment over getting caught taking a peanut out of the monkey cage had long since faded. In a life filled with indignities, specifics meld into a single fabric.

Still a bit timorous, he went beside these Chance people as they entered into what proved to be an all-you-can-eat buffet.

As Oliver Chance settled the bill, Marley and Daisy Chance took up their plates and went off to fill them from steam tables and salad bars. Marley selected a portion of fried fish, a helping of beef tips on a bed of egg noodles, four green olives, four purple olives, and four tiny tomatoes. He met Mrs. Chance at the table and they put down their plates before going to the drinks station for glasses of tea. She took napkins, enough to share with Marley. As they settled to eat, Mr. Chance arrived with a plate full of various meats and a side dish of coleslaw. He was off to the drinks station when his wife told Marley, “Don’t wait. Dig in.”

But Marley felt he owed it to Mr. Chance to wait for him to get seated. He did sip from his iced tea. After the professor joined them it became a situation of every person for themselves. Marley ate his fish, olives, and tomatoes first. He reserved the beef tips over noodles for the last because it was sure to command his complete attention. He had never eaten such a dish and he intended to savor it. After a lifetime of eating mostly pinto beans, fried potatoes, and skillet biscuits he was about to fill his mouth with heaven.

It was as he anticipated. The beef tips over egg noodles put him on another level of dining. And when he finished Mr. and Mrs. Chance tried to interest Marley in the table laden with desserts. But Marley took up a clean plate after the custom and bypassed the dozens of untried dishes and desserts to fill up with more of the same, minus the fish and vegetables.

It passed through his mind when eating that his Mom and siblings would be home, preparing for the usual pintos with biscuits or cornbread and he vaguely felt sorry. Not sorry enough to forgo the feast, however. When his plate was polished clean, he sat with a stuffed belly, hating that he would have to get out and walk very shortly.

He drank down the tea, watching his hosts enjoy their desserts.

“I should go home now,” he said.

Daisy and Oliver Chance paused, forks poised above the black chocolate desserts they were eating. “Don’t you want us to drive you home?” Oliver said.

“No,” he answered. “I can walk home from here. It isn’t that far.”

He stood before them and thanked them, clumsily, sincerely, and turned and walked away.

Outside, in the late cool air, he turned toward the home on South Walnut Street. He wondered if his drunken stepfather would get home today. It had been about three days since he got his paycheck, about as long as it usually took to spend the money and come home. He thought about how Mom would quietly tally another day her children safely gathered for dinner and bed. He would never forget the Chances and the finest meal ever provided a hungry boy. This was the best day of his life.

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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 16 May, 2021 12:56 pm
Ever since my wife and I got the deed to my property I have been giving back to the neighborhood by cleaning up along the street into the neighborhood. We don't have a neighborhood committee to get money and make rules, so nothing gets done until someone takes initiative. Our potholes were only fixed after we organized long enough to get money to pay a pavement company. For years nobody did the cleanup. It looked more and more like we were a public dump. When I started out I worked at it daily, picking up an average of eight bags per day. Some of the stuff was pretty disgusting, such as dozens of dirty plastic diapers. Now it's pretty clean most of the time.I drag a trash can with wheels and pick up the trash with a pick up tool that keeps me from touching it or bending over. Now I just go out on Mondays. The last time I got nearly half a bag of it. Sometimes others stop to thank me. Occasionally they slip me a twenty, which keeps me in bags. At the bank of mailboxes, there is a walk to the school next door. As a last gesture, I blow the walk and then blow off the platform with the mailboxes. It feels good to drive out and see it look so nice.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 16 May, 2021 04:15 pm
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Joeblow
 
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Reply Mon 17 May, 2021 03:14 am
@edgarblythe,
I'm not using hotmail, but I get almost no junk email. I do receive the odd spam message through text now though, which is new.
edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 17 May, 2021 06:06 am
@Joeblow,
gmail has always kept it hidden. But hotmail just let it flow. Very confusing but less stressful.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 17 May, 2021 09:07 am
Changing the name of my current fiction project from The Parent Garden to Potato Run. Not good to use my energy explaining it when the energy should go to actually working on it. Suffice to say it involves an odd scientist, vegetables, and engineered species.
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