ODE TO PENIS....

SENT TO  BY ONE OF MY WICKED READERS.

MY VERY OWN CLUB......

Who knew?

Driving in the Bay area, we came upon a petrol station called 'Rotten Robbie'.  Needless to say, we had to stop.  Turns out they had a pretty good deal on petrol.

'Rotten Robbie' is unique to San Francisco area.  I love it.   Mind, someone known, surfed the INTERNET and came up with all sort of wicked things with the tag.

July 24th - A Day in Me Life on Earth - 2010

Cheeky bugger be this old geezer. Mind, you already know that...
Today is the day devoted to all on YouTube to film a bit of life and send in to be part of a global 'day in the life on Earth', with selected filmed bits being used for a film to be presented at the Sundance Film Festival. Can you imagine?
With undiluted pleasure this old geezer faces each day, considering the alternative. Having no shame, MOI sits with cuppa in bed clothes and ponders this day.
Clueless as to how this day will turn out but very much wanting to see how it unfolds and what new stories are heard and what wondrous sights are seen.
Will tell you true, the water cooler makes for interesting tool in promoting conversation and do so love getting folks to draw near and chat...

UITWAAIEN

I know, there be some that think the old geezer is friendless.  I have more than one...

There is one friend.  A very dear friend.  After many sleepless night, I have found the perfect work to describe what it is that he does on a daily basis.  That would be the word of the day highlighted in this post.

You see, this very dear friend, well, he loves to take long walks in the mountains.  Not just short walks, but the kind that take hours to complete, and are so long that he has to carry a loo roll with and water...

Talk about walks off the beaten path.  Am told tales of being shot at, finding any number of spent bullets, weird things thrown out of vehicles and blown away cash.  So remote are the nature walks that he is not even within connecting distance of a tower to receive mobile calls.

Truth be told, this old geezer loves to walk, but it has to be in a setting where there are people to admire and buildings to look at.  Rather thought it was odd for my friend to pick a setting so desolate for his walks.

Then I came upon this word.  Says it all...

Mind, there must be something missing in the walks.  The head is not so clear and this dear friend is always walking in the 'wind' that I pass...

GOOD WORD

Americans have started to use the word 'queue' instead of 'in line' - and its all because of Netflix. 

Queue, widely used in Britain, is also common in the technology community in both countries.

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"fortuitous happenstance"

What a lot of serendipity there has been in me life.  Each and every time I meet another person in life I am reminded just how wonderful the whole process of life can be.

Mind there be some met in life who might think that meeting the old geezer was zemblanity.

LEAVE IT TO BEAVER

Barbara Billingsley, the actress who played "June Cleaver" died recently at 94. It got me to give a think on one of the telly programmes of youth that held so large an impact on me as a child.
We never got to watch much telly in the orphanage but "Leave It To Beaver" was one programme much approved by the good nuns and we watch quite a few shows. Seems a bit odd now, we children locked away in an orphanage getting to watch a programme that showed what we would never know.
Or was it? Looking back, I tend to think now that this show made me want to be a part of the American Dream. I wanted to know all of the delights that 'The Beaver' enjoyed. It also was a blueprint of what I was so desperate to believe life could be like.
Four specific themes - education, marriage, occupation and family;
Education - getting one was the ticket to the good life - most important.
Marriage - conerstone of successful middle class life. While the view on 'marriage' in show was dated to the 1950's, having a successful and rewarding relationship with a partner - in whatever form of relationship that defines that love and devotion, is still important to family life.
Occupation - One has to do something in life. Paid or volunteer - one should have a place to go and do something during the day.
Family - Loyality to family values. Being conscientious parents, serving as examples in word and deed to children. Children being responsible members of the family unit.
Deep down inside, I think I knew that the programme watched was too good to be true. I wanted to believe that there was a different sort of life than the one that played out for me behind the walls of the orphanage. I knew I was never going to be as lucky as "Beaver" but I could sure dream. In dreaming, I could make some of the themes of the show come to life for me. I tried to pretend that my parents had given me up because the had no other choice. Someday the would return - they never did - it was a good dream to believe in, that there were loving parents 'out there' missing me.
Believing in the power of a good education turned out to be spot on. As did having a purpose in life.
As unconventional as my 'family' unit was in later life, my years spent with John made a a better person and very happy. It is good to share one's life.
"Leave It To Beaver" was pure Hollywood. Or was it a programme showing how we wanted life to be in 'real time'. The lasting impression left on this old geezer is one of just how 'naive' we all were in the 1950's and wondering if being a little 'naive' now would not be better than the 'in your face' attitude of the present.
The "Cleavers" may never have been real, but it would be a lovely world if families would try a little harder to do ther job and stay together.
Mind, all of these thoughts come from an old geezer who still believes in fairies, Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny...

"flamboyant" MOI??

"Rob, you are flamboyant". So said a mate to MOI in a long chat we had yesterday. MOI is gutted, will have to take to his bed, he will, to recover the arrow shot through me heart................... Cue the violins, make ready the camera for my 'Camille'.


The dastardly wicked utterance came to be as he asked MOI to critique an article he was writing. A bit like asking Nero to describe the burning of Rome.

Flamboyant..........it is the same in French. The dictionary defines as; 'strikingly bold or brilliant, 'to flame' or 'attract attention'. It also says a lot of other bits, but we will get to them.......patient, you must be patient.......

To be true, MOI has a rather colourful style of writing, more to catch the attention of the reader. What purpose would be serve to bang out post in a dull manner? One has to hook the limited attention span from GO or all is lost.

It is the opinion of this old geezer, and one shared by many who read, that MOI writes much as he speaks. Were you to meet in person, you wold see that the written word is as one with the spoken. MOI is colourful 24/7. Mind, a bit too colourful for some.  Rather refreshing to meet lovely folks who are in on the colourful bit and run with it.  Not all are full of selves, and see the value of a giggle or two.


Let us get back to the matter at hand. Flamboyant.............

'Conspicuously dashing and colourful'................as in 'the flamboyant idol of international society', mmmmmmmmmm do so love that take. Mind, it can also bring to fore; 'bombastic', 'camp', 'chichi' and 'gassy'. MOI like to think of self as 'calm', ,modest', 'restrained' and 'tasteful'.

My dears, being 'au fait' with, you do know that MOI is having a giggle here.  MOI does go out of way to catch folks right off, and that would be, in the eyes of SOME, flamboyant. MOI likes to think of it as panache................but then he would.

$64,000.00 question. Do you think that if MOI had landed on the road lived and tried to be quiet in his effort to make the road brilliant, it would  come to pass?  I think not.

While there be some who will always be of the opinion that this old geezer is just a 'headline' grabber, there be others who know that the attention is not personal, just important to getting the message across.  Bloody hell, first clue that MOI was a bit much was to find a blog with name and a bleeden YOUTUBE channel.

Truth be told, matters not if some find this old geezer LOUD.  Being a bit hard of hearing, am prone to chat on the loud side and do tend to bang on a bit of matters that concern.  That will just have to be the way of it.

AMERICA'S WORST TATTOOS??

Ever thought of having a little 'INK' done on bod?  One must be ever so careful as it can come back to haunt...

Friendship does not last forever, and not everyone wins...

THE OLD GEEZER IS ON THE MEND

Tuesday saw MOI return to ENT doctor for a follow up visit.  Doctor wanted to see if the ear was healing proper.  Using his tools of trade, the good doctor checked his handiwork and announced that he was pleased with the progress.

MOI is also right pleased.  Went on to tell the good doctor that all that could have been got from the operation seemed to be granted.  The infection was gone, as were the headaches.  Vertigo was less and the ringing in ears and swishing somewhat bearable.

When asked if the old geezer was going deaf, the good doctor reserved judgement.  Said he would answer that question in 6 months.  Actually, the old geezer already knows the answer.  Hearing device works less now than before the operation.  Hearing ability is way down.  Might not be totally deaf but it is not good.

The doctor told MOI that he is impressed with my lip-reading ability, and my ability to read faces.  Thinks I get on rather well.  As to what the future holds, who knows.  Bottom line is that the hearing is going.

MOI has to apologize the the lovely lady who does these cake creations.  They are real cakes and am told they are quite good.  MOI uses the pictures of to express a thought.

Groceries are still off.  Not much turned on to things that can not be tasted.  That explains the snap, food is not very appealing of late.

The good news is that in 6 weeks, the old geezer is down 2 stone in weight, that is 28 pounds.  This has to be the best diet ever tried.  Why eat rubbish if there is no enjoyment?

Just think, in no time, MOI will get to see his tackle.......

Trompe l'oeil

Plain wood made 'expensive'

 Trompe - l'oeil -to fool the eye is what the restoration work that Mischa is an expert craftsman at doing.  The company Mischa works for in Switzerland never lacks for projects, as you can see from the examples on display here.

Giving 'age' to plain pine

 Mischa is clever by half and then some.  'But you know....' he is Swiss...

Mischa's 'tools of craft'

 Mischa works bloody hard and plays just as hard.  During his long stay at the Hilo Bay Hostel, it was common sight to see him head off to beach with surf board taller than he to 'hit the waves'.

'NEW' old wooden wall

 The snap just makes you think of the smell of old wood.

Antique look to doors

 You have to wonder what secrets will be told behind these doors.  Or nasty deeds....

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21st Century looking 18th Century

Truth be told, you have to love a gentleman who calls you a 'dirty' old geezer...

Last look at stats for me blog show that 31 per cent of you are in Europe or UK.  If you have a manor in need of repairs, call Mischa, he needs a new surfboard...

'SPITTING IMAGE' OF THE OLD GEEZER

Caveman Has Been Retired

 Without so much as a hint, this old geezer has sprung a real shocker on avid readers of me blog.  Clever readers will have noted that the Caveman 'MOI' did not stare back at this AM, when you settled in to read your daily fix.  There is a story, and just know that the old geezer is going to tell it...


The 'REAL' MOI Captured

 There will be some who read these pages who will forever believe that a hostel is but a pit stop for the 'great unwashed' frugal traveller.  It has become me passion to educated you.

There booked into the hostel a chap from the UK,  fancy that.  This chappie is quite the story and only hope that me loaf does not fail me in details.

Simon does moving murals.  That is to say that his works of art can be found on wheels.  Simon is just recently returned from a stay in Norway, where he was hired to do a bus that had been entered into a competition.  It would take far to long to tell just what he did so am going to provide you with a link to Simon's YOUTUBE channel;

Needless to say the bus Simon decorated, placed FIRST...

Chatting with Simon, the old geezer quickly knew that he had got it right when first laid eyes on at the computer table.  Simon is from Cambridge, mind, he did not go to college there.  He did managed to get a superior education and went about perfecting his ability to tell a rather COLOURFUL story in pictures.  He is multi-talented, being able to practice his wizardry at the computer to bring life to clay or canvas.

MOI wasted no time in telling Simon that he, the old geezer,was on YOUTUBE and kept a public diary .  Made sure that Simon went to both places and saw me efforts.  Of late, the old geezer has been trying his hand at animation and wanted to get an opinion from an expert.  Simon was kind, there is much room for improvement in my ability to create a clever film bit.  I do rather think that the dialog is good...

For a lark, Simon asks the old geezer to sit a spell and allow him to get a sense of.  Simon felt that it was time to splash out with a bold new look to the blog.  The caveman, while clever, had seen best days and it was time to join the 21st century.  Simon wants to see the old geezer go viral...

Simon knows a thing or two about good story telling, having been a part of the 'Spitting Image' telly programme that was massively popular in UK some years back.  He also has travelled a bit and the bus was not his first project.

Simon has a 'Terry Thomas' grin that belies that he is really a 'kettle on full boil'.  Simon fancies self quite the 'vagabond traveller' having been to OZ and other exotic places to rest a spell and ply his magic.  He is going to travel to very exotic locales when he decamps from the hostel.  What to say about a chap who walks into a travel bureau in London and asks for a 'round-the-world' ticket and when queried as to where to land first, picks Hawaii as a good enough place to collect self.

Simon appreciates money, just refuses to become a slave to it.  He sets his own agenda and most defiantly marches to his own tune.  Staying at a hostel suits Simon, what better place to meet other interesting people.


Bold Look to Future of Blog


What seemed quick, Simon had captured the old geezer on his computer.  Gobsmacked I was to see MOI staring back at MOI.  Quite unnerving to know that one can be 'read' that well by one only just met.  The finished product was brilliant, no strike that, it is LEGEND....

Simon even did a filmed bit of the whole bust, that he made of the old geezer;

For some strange reason, the thought of readers being able to hurl objects at, is not flattering.  One wonders what curses will be set to that filmed bit by me enemies...

Simon Buck is the brilliant chap's name.  Look at his works.  Can not believe that he did this commission for the old geezer to while away time as he waited for a package.  One can only imagine how dear such must be and am flattered to have been given such a rare gift of friendship.

I am feeling rather grand about the new look and me bust.  One could almost put a copy on a stand and pass them out as an award by the old geezer to folks he remembers in his blog.  We could call the award 'The Bobby'... (RIGHT, A BOBBY FROM A BOOB)

There you have it, another adventure had by the old geezer due to his willingness to say 'Hello' to another met on the path of life.

WAIKIKI REMEMBERED

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys, sailors and marines.
And they tell me you are dear and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the prices in your ABC stores kill and 
kill again me desire for a ciggie or snack.
And they tell me you are dirty and my reply is: On the
faces of some denizens of, I have seen the signs
of wanton filth.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my Waikiki, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another place with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive.
Flinging magnetic greetings amid the toil of job,
here is a tall bold island set vivid against the
little soft cities.
You are my Waikiki remembered...

Truth be told, the old geezer apologizes to Carl Sandberg for mucking about with his poem 'Chicago'.  It works, you think??

GUTTED OVER WEBSITE PROBLEMS

My dears, gutted this old geezer was that the website that hosts me blog had problems and many of me avid readers did not get their daily fix.

The problems with 'Blogger' appear to be over and all is working well again.

To all who tried to get to read and had problems, I am ever so sorry.  Truth be told, many were sent emails telling that a post was up, only to be unable to open the link.  That is the problem with automatic notification of posts, they can be wrong.

I am right flattered that so many sent mail to the old geezer, and kept trying to get updated postings.  since I was 'on the road', there was not much to do but wait for the problems to be sorted out.

I am home again, and I can tell you true that there are some very interesting posts headed you way.

Being the 'blog whore' that MOI is, it was cause for much anguish to see 'hits' drop off...