TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

[thør]

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I seem to be okay on my hydraulic fluid levels.


My license plate stickers for my truck arrived in the mail today. My work truck, not so much. Of course, what I can do is put this set on the work truck and then put the work truck stickers on my truck when they get here, since mine is good until 30 November.


Damn I'm good!!!


Home early. The kids knocked off at 3. I hung around another 45 minutes. We got some needed shit done. Tomorrow, we clean floors.

 

[thør]

Time to put the old snowmachines up for sale. They both start right up, and under 4500 miles for the both of them combined.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

An unneeded commodity here.


I'm kind of stuck on supper. Means I'm not that interested.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I forgot to mention: Bless her heart, she was little and fragile and yet still smoked like a chimney. Pleasant, generally polite, educated, interested, and yet batshit crazy. Hers is a long story and someone should do it, but no one is and I sure as Hell am not taking it up. I have enough of my own madness to keep me going for several hundred more years.

Happy Birthday, Julie!!!!!


Bless her heart, she was little and fragile and yet still smoked like a chimney. Pleasant, generally polite, educated, interested, and yet batshit crazy. Hers is a long story and someone should do it, but no one is and I sure as Hell am not taking it up. I have enough of my own madness to keep me going for several hundred more years.

 

[thør]

Popped over to work and grabbed some king crab from the freezer for dinner. Did some Christmas shopping at Anchorage Brewing on the way back. I'll wait another hour before starting to steam up the crab for dinner.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Watching documentaries. Varied topics. Space - the final frontier, or some such.


Off to read . . . .

 

[cherrypicked]

Oh... there used to be a poster here, Pinkstarfish/Morli and I have one of her paintings. I hung that up.

Do you know what happened to morli?

 

[thør]

Time to put the old snowmachines up for sale. They both start right up, and under 4500 miles for the both of them combined.

Already got a nibble. Maybe I didn't ask enough money?

 

[thør]

Already got a nibble. Maybe I didn't ask enough money?

Now two people......I really fucked up on the price....

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Hmmm, maybe. Then again, maybe it's the season that they start thinking about dropping some shekels for sneaux equipment cuz it's a'comin'.


Happy Sunday!!! Slept decently. Woke up with the entire herd within reach. Coffee is decent. We have cleaning to do today because we have wheels tomorrow. I need to figure out which red shirt to wear because Hell is coming to brunch.


But:


“You see, I don’t mind what happens”.

“When you live with this awareness, this sensitivity, life has an astonishing way of taking care of you. Then there is no problem of security, of what people say or do not say, and that is the beauty of life.’

~ J. Krishnamurti

 

[Wat_Tyler]

October​

By: James Schuyler​

Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.

The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.

The nimbus is spread
above our island. Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves. The books
of fall litter the bed.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[JoePepsiCo]

Already got a nibble. Maybe I didn't ask enough money?

If you have to ask, you already know the answer.

 

[JoePepsiCo]

It's Football Sunday!

I can't believe that KANSAS won. Of course, that's probably because I chose not to watch.
They were under no pressure that way.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

"By a symbol, I do not mean an allegory or a sign, but an image that describes in the best possible way the dimly discerned nature of the spirit. A symbol does not define or explain; it points beyond itself to a meaning that is darkly divined yet still beyond our grasp, and cannot be adequately expressed in the familiar words of our language."

—C.G. Jung

You see, man is in need of a symbolic life – badly in need.

We only live banal, ordinary, rational, or irrational things . . . but we have no symbolic life. Where do we live symbolically? Nowhere except where we participate in the ritual of life. . . .

Have you got a corner somewhere in your house where you perform the rites, as you can see in India? Even the very simple houses there have at least a curtained corner where the members of the household can perform the symbolic life, where they can make their new vows or their meditation.

We don’t have it; we have no such corner. We have our own room, of course, – but there is a telephone that can ring us up at any time, and we always must be ready. We have no time, no place.

We have no symbolic life, and we are all badly in need of the symbolic life. Only the symbolic life can express the need of the soul – the daily need of the soul, mind you!

And because people have no such thing, they can never step out of this mill – this awful, banal, grinding life in which they are “nothing but.” . . . Everything is banal; everything is “nothing but,” and that is the reason why people are neurotic.

They are simply sick of the whole thing, sick of that banal life, and therefore they want sensation.

They even want a war; they all want a war; they are all glad when there is a war; they say, “Thank heaven, now something is going to happen – something bigger than ourselves!”

These things go pretty deep, and no wonder people get neurotic. Life is too rational; there is no symbolic existence in which I am something else, in which I am fulfilling my role, my role as one of the actors in the divine drama of life.

It should have been THE OSU losing . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Busy morning here on the jobsite. Getting the little tidbits wrapped up. The fucking knucklehead wire butcher weasel rolled in. I reckon it's not really like he's going to do much.

 

[thør]

It is the season. No one would be wanting to buy in May when I put them away for the summer, so I waited until october when some people are riding in the mountains already. You can have that mountain riding shit. I don't want to HAVE to wear an Avy-bag just in case. I can get my kicks in a lot of other wide open country.

 

[thør]

Busy morning here on the jobsite. Getting the little tidbits wrapped up. The fucking knucklehead wire butcher weasel rolled in. I reckon it's not really like he's going to do much.

He rolled in after Church?

 

[Wat_Tyler]

He rolled in after Church?

Hmmm, no. Swear to Sweet Baby Jeebus, I think he may have been high. He had a screaming cussfit in an occupied senior living facility. I agreed with some of his points - silently. And he made a rude crack about his helper. Loudly. And he cussed the hot panel he was fiddling in. Why???


He loaded his shit and left, and I'ma see if'n we cunt make that the last time.

 

[thør]

Uncalled for. But, I believe in the 1st amendment and I enjoy quiet on a Sunday.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Stat icons on my stories - what do they mean?

FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE (Rough Sex GIFTASTIC)


Ya gotta love it.


Swear to the Sweet Baby Jeebus, I could go to bed and pass the fuck out. And wake up at 1:27 and not even be remotely able to go back to sleep.


I enjoy non-complaining neighbors/residents.


Ravings are making it innerestin' . . . .

 

[thør]

What I don't like are people who make appointments and then don't show. It's just fucking rude to waste my time.

 

[thør]

Sleds are gone. Full price was paid. No dickering.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Crashed early. Woke up. What the fuck? I suppose that it could be worser. Good thing is, reading makes my eyes tired so's I can get back to crashed for a bit yet.