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Can You Hear Me Now?

Yabu — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 16:25:24 +0000

I have a friend who stops by the House of Juju a couple of times a week, in the late afternoon or early evening. We have a cold beverage, or two, at the kitchen table, and talk about “stuff”. He was my old boss, the one who said I was unmanageable, the one who passed me off to someone else. That didn’t work either, but he washed his hands of me. Smart thing, because he was in a no-win situation. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I will never tell someone what I think it is they want to hear. Just can’t do it. We’re still friends, though.

So, I have the news on, at low volume, in the background, and he says “can you turn it off”. I’m all like WTF. He said he left his hearing aids at home. I had no idea he needed hearing aids. He said, “I just got ‘em, and I’m not use to em”. So, I hit the mute button, and asked (loud) how long had he had a “hearing problem”. He said, “about ten years”. I never knew, I just thought he was ignoring me. So, I speak louder and stare at his face in hopes he can read lips. I never knew.

He is a member of the “team” that wanted to get me elected to something. I bailed. A couple of those motherfuckers wanted to adjust what I believe, and put words in my mouth. I told ‘em they were “fucking” full of shit, and I took that as an insult. I went on to say, “you have no interests at heart, except your own”. I am not your “boy”. Pissed some people off, which I am, apparently, good at. I say, “fuck ‘em”. Look, I can clean up my fucking language and piss with the big dogs. I can tune up and dress for the occasion. I can hold my own, but I will NEVER compromise myself to anyone, and I cannot and will not bend the truth.

Funny thing is, they want another meeting. Damn, I thought I said it pretty clearly. I will not hunt in their pack. I’ll meet with ‘em one more time…because it was fun, and me, Yabu, loves him some fun.

I will not be used!

Fair?

Yabu — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 05:00:13 +0000

This is worth the short read.

First And Last

Yabu — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 14:01:15 +0000

The first and last professional football game I watched this year:

I don’t follow professional football any more. I don’t give a shit about watching a bunch of overly paid, ~~mostly~~ almost illiterate and definitely arrogant, people who think they are so important bashing into each other. When does Money make you smart? Does (the most) money make your opinions true? I think not. Football and politics are all about perceived power. I don’t give a shit about someone who makes millions a year and believes he or she has answers. They believe they know everything. They believe they are entitled, they believe money makes them right. I call bullshit.

Having said that…I did watch the game last night. I didn’t have a dog in the hunt, and could care less which team won…I just wanted to see a good game…and a good game it was. I watched it from start to finish, and it was a great contest. I was on the edge of my seat many times.

Does more money make you right?

Hell if I know, I guess we should defer to the actors in Hollywood and elsewhere to explain exactly why that is. Athletes as well.

Great game though, I enjoyed it. I guess I’m a hypocrite.

Born With An Ear

Yabu — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 20:58:40 +0000

Desiree’ Bassett is 14 or 15 years old and amazing. I think she’s 19 now, no matter. It is said she has absolute pitch, or perfect pitch, which is the ability to name or reproduce a tone without reference to an external standard. No Shit! Search for her on YouTube, she can piss with the big dogs.

She says about the following video: “Just for fun, working on tone and stuff. A Celion Dion song.”

The sound is bad on this one, but it does illustrate how she can hold her own.

Two Questions

Yabu — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 16:21:31 +0000

Please respond in the comments. I’m curious.

1. What has had the greatest impact on you life, Broadband Internet, or the Cell Phone?

2. If the Internet, or Cell Phone communications went down for a week, a month, or a year, or longer…what do you think would happen? Think big and small.

A Commission From The Juju Woman

Yabu — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 12:12:39 +0000

The Juju Woman made this kaleidoscope for an internet friend. Never met her face to face, and she inquired about one after she saw a picture I posted not long ago. It has an extra wheel, and the wheels are reversible, so it like having four in one. I didn’t post it until she received it, wanted it to be a surprise.

She said…“Love it, Love it, Love it!! It is so amazing to look through, so unexpected…This is like one big piece of candy.”

Now that, is a compliment, and we thank her for that.

When she builds any glass, if it’s not a total surprise, we only ask one question…What are your favorite colors? Helps with the glass selection, if you know what I mean. They are all one of a kind.

It’s about 10 inches wheel to tail.

State Of The Clowns

Yabu — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 01:28:52 +0000

Did anyone watch the State Of The Clown speech the other night. What a fucking repetitive joke. Jokes are only (usually) good the first time you hear ‘em.

Anyway, here’s my buddy Sire, the Head Rib Cooker. He doesn’t light the grill until he’s had about eight beers or so, and that ain’t no joke. This guy is serious about his ribs. He doesn’t know his age, or where he was born, but he can damn sure cook. He also doesn’t know his “given” name. Interesting guy. He’s not “book smart”, but he’s wise in other ways. He was dropped off on a island when he was a baby. No formal education whatsoever, but a very smart guy. We became friends. He’s hard to understand, because his “language” is a combination of English, French, Dutch, and Spanish. When I can’t understand him, I go to sign. He has basically invented his own way of communicating. Hell, it works.

A Yellow Lab And A Martini

Yabu — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:05:49 +0000

This is old old old…one of the first many many many years ago. I still see it everyday. Doing stained glass is a progression. Wow, that’s far out. Bwahahahahah! The only reason I posted it, it that we did some martini’s last night. Made me remember how sideways I can get.

You ought to see my pepper garden.

iPhone Battery Life

Yabu — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 12:38:55 +0000

My detective friend…Inspector Teresa Clouseau, is on the case. I learned a long time ago that troubleshooting ~~computer~~ technical problems begins with the “process of elimination”. I don’t have a problem with my iPhone battery, but I don’t run all the bells and whistles. Don’t need ‘em. This is good information for people who do. Her attention to detail might be helpful, plus, she takes great pictures of stone walls.

Cool Runnings!!

Relentless

Yabu — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 05:00:30 +0000

I kid you not. My little buddy Stretch will not give up. He just will not give up or run from anything. He knows nothing of size. He is short in stature, but long. His lungs are long, that’s why he almost sounds like a full grown Lab when he barks. He is faster than you think, and can cut on a dime. His genetic wheelbase. He can jump higher than most, and will not hesitate. He is fiercely loyal, but a sweet dog at the same time. He loves kids and adults. He loves people in general, unless he gets a bad “vibe”. When he gets a bad “vibe”, I pay close attention. You see, he doesn’t know how to lie, or fake it. He’s all about the truth, what he feels. He’s a good judge of character. If he gets the “willies” when a stranger is around, I pay really close attention. He’s never wrong. Never. I can read him, and he can read me. I’d say we bonded. I keep him in shape, and he keeps me alert. He lets me know about things before I can hear ‘em or feel ‘em. You could say he’s a watchdog. I call him my partner.

Anyway, here he is patrolling the Stretchengetti. Something going on the other side of the fence that I couldn’t hear or smell. He doesn’t miss anything. I always trust him. He is my friend, and my little buddy.