Duncan's Blog

I seldom question the dictionary... actually I don't think I EVER question the dictionary... but this one is wrong because it's not a noun, it's an adjective.

Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - Cite This Source
pissed off
?noun Slang: Vulgar. angry or annoyed.
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[Origin: 1935?40]
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, ? Random House, Inc. 2006.

I remember when I was in Gestalt therapy, the therapist told me that I needed to get in touch with my emotions and that I needed to express my needs. If something made me angry, I needed to let the accused know how I felt. In this way, the perpetrator could adjust and correct his actions accordingly. I thought this was a crazy thing to do; my rationale was that if I told someone what was pissing me off, that person would PURPOSELY or PURPOSEFULLY do the action JUST to piss me off.
Neurotic? Perhaps. Justified? Yes, indeedie! I've beened banned from channels on the IRC. In my mind I was just minding my own P's and Q's. Even here, where freedom is supposed to be King, I tend to be a bit more reserved with my comments. There are age and cultural differences here. My brand of hippie life is quite different from that of my friends. I won't discuss politics with most Americans because my views range from conservative to radical. I've noticed that even with the basic subjects that I find relatively important there is dissent among the ranks.
GAY MARRIAGE
AFFORDABLE HEALTHCARE FOR ALL AMERICANS
AFFORDABLE HOUSING
NORMAL GAS PRICES
A REALISTIC MINIMUM WAGE
I have managed to make myself as invisible as I can. I think of myself as just a pin prick on the planet. I can be found online and if someone is ingenious enough he/she can probably figure out where I physically live. Let's hope the jury duty people don't !

I talk about the era in which I grew up and--depending on what I consider "growing up" to be--the era changes. I was conveniently born in 1959 so I can honestly say there were remnants of the 50s that were slow in dying off. The 60s were my pre- and elementary school years.
So I used to listen to Sinatra, Belafonte, Johnny Mathis and Tony Bennett in the younger years. In my teens I heard the Fab Four (took me awhile to get to like the sound). And every so often I liked to hear the music of Blondie.

"Dreaming"

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me
We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
Feet feet, walking a two mile
Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold

I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free

"I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming"
This is pretty much a line that I understand full-well. Only a tea connoiseur can tell you that the dreams change with the different flavors and aromas that are consumed and inhaled. I had a dream that lasted two days. It was a horror. It was about my being rounded up by the Gestapo, put on a train and taken off to a concentration camp. It's strange because I NEVER had that one before. I also speak and understand German, so that didn't go over too well.
Guess that's my punishment for enjoying a 3-day weekend.

If you lived in New York in the 60s you might remember that phrase. It's the Spanish translation for "Cross at the green, not in-between". When the WALK/DON'T WALK traffic lights started coming out, there was a whole host of commercials in different languages that translated that phrase. A child would step onto the curb and the adult would pull him or her back. The adult would then say something in Spanish, Italian, Yiddish, Japanese or Yiddish. The child would then look in the camera and say, "That's (Spanish, Italian, Yiddish, Japanese or Yiddish) for cross at the green, not in-between.
Every now and again I flash upon things from my childhood. I was in touch with a former co-worker of mine (an 81 year old woman from NYC) who asked me if I remembered where I used to bank in New York. I thought about it for a few seconds and was surprised to tell her that I remembered the bank and branch. Apparently the financial institution is still alive and well. It's called Emigrant Bank. They also had a stupid catchy ad, "Only you can make it happen. Emigrant wants to help." They also had Eli Wallach as their spokesman so who could say no to him?
I'm amazed lots of times when I think back on stars who endorsed products that people have since long forgotten: William Shatner for PROMISE Margarine, or Patricia Neal and her instant freeze dried MAXIM Coffee
http://www.loudfrog.com/itemdetail.aspx?detailID=76389
Well that's my 2c worth of nostalgia for the day. I've got to feed the hens.

My viewing may be considered shallow. I don't watch films or television programs that romanticize the Great Depression or the MAFIA. This includes such favorites as SCARFACE, THE SOPRANOS, THE G*DFATHER, etc.
The exception to this hard-and-fast rule is--of course--THE WALTONS. Don't know why, but the show was a real gem. Maybe 'cause grandpa turned out to be gay.
Today I was watching a patient in bed and the television was turned on to the St Valentine's Day Massacre

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062301/

As they say in my hometown, "P.S. a HORROR!"

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19339508/

I am no fan of Paris Hilton. I didn't know who she was up until the jail incident. I had, of course, heard the name and thought to myself, "What type of idiot parents name their child after a hotel?" Maybe I should change my name to Ritz Carlton, Sir Francis Drake or Sherry Netherland.
The prosecutor, it seems, has a wife who also had a warrant out for her arrest for similar criminal activity.
We are living in times where people are so desperate to make a name for themselves that they will create high profile events that draw attention to them. Frivolous complaints waist time and money... my taxpayer dollars!
G*d do I sound like a conservative.