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     By 07. 07. on Saturday, March 03, 2007 - 9:35 pm: |
| Does anybody actually reside in Alcott Manor? That is one creepy place. At night there is never any lights on but I have been told that there are people living there. |
| By 07. 113... on Monday, March 05, 2007 - 12:38 pm: |
| That is one creepy place. I believe there are people living there - I always see that older gentleman walking on Rt. 24 every morning. |
| By 07. 108... on Monday, March 05, 2007 - 4:42 pm: |
| I beleave you mean that man who looks like he was once employed as a gargoil guarding the entrance to a curch in france. I'm sure he is a nice man, but he seems a little odd when you talk to him. are there people in there? Everyone I speak to says yes but I don't even see any cars there for employees or family visitors. I guess we could ask the troll, but could we trust his answer. |
| By 07. 41... on Monday, March 05, 2007 - 7:26 pm: |
| That's a pretty cruel post moron. He never bothers anyone. Who the hell do you think you are you stupid jerk. |
| By 07. 32... on Tuesday, March 06, 2007 - 9:22 am: |
| That's Jimmy the Stimp. He's OK. Hangs out at Moro's. |
| By 07. 32... on Thursday, March 08, 2007 - 11:01 am: |
| Actually, Alcott Manor is rumored to be the location of some wild S/M an B/D parties. Watersports too. |
| By 07. 07. 171... on Friday, April 06, 2007 - 6:18 pm: |
| Can anybody answer this question seriously about whether anybody lives there? |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 173... on Saturday, April 07, 2007 - 11:28 pm: |
| Its a residence for seniors. Sort of like a boarding house. I think they have people who work there to cook meals and do the housecleaning. There are not a lot of cars because most, if not all, of the seniors do not drive. |
| By 07. 07. 213... on Tuesday, November 20, 2007 - 11:27 pm: |
| Of course it is spiritually inhabited, otherwise, you people of the daylight pedestrian/motorist would not be here. Each town has its hollow ground in which all the displaced souls circle like little refirgerator magnets in a slurry of thick colloidal syrup around a superconducting rubidium shell. They are there so you can be here. Note these unseen wonders and think.. |
| By 07. 213... on Sunday, November 25, 2007 - 8:20 pm: |
| makes me think of the ghoastlyness of alcott manor. There still is a little celtic afterimage in the homeland when all fingerparinting is rollered out of the carpet. Do these ghoasts even know they are ghoasts? Possibly not, and there is the rub. They are like visible poltergiests trapped in the wall of time, yet they are your lesser well off neighbors too, both possibilities both at the same exact time, yet each is unaware of each other. This is the exact sort of thing that creates a quantum bottleneck. |
| By 07. 227... on Tuesday, November 27, 2007 - 2:57 pm: |
...not for seniors any more, obviously.
http://www.dailyrecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?A ID=/20071125/OPINION01/711250315/1094/COLUMNISTS |
| By 07. 213... on Wednesday, November 28, 2007 - 1:01 am: |
| Well the Daily Record can always make the "lets expunge the riff-raff" arguement, and while I am unclear as to what kind of drugs/and quantities involved, repeat offender status, dealers or not or just private consumers, it may well be they were just self-medicating their boarding house depressions/boredom away. So how much prison time is that worth to us as a society? It is a messy spectacle to behold for sure, but what price will Mendham make them pay for having "personal issues" that turned them into this for frittering away their time. Is there any distinction between hard and soft drugs anymore (crack cocaine, meth, heroin,(true addicts) versus marijuana and various dabbling. I say this because the criminal record involved stays with the person the rest of thier life, maybe another 80 years and will bar them from decent employment in most cases, forever. Do we want to literally ruin someone's life over a dabbling on the town's lawn? The number of good citizens running around on prescribed pain, anxiety, upper-downer, hyperactivity, you name it sedating or crazying medications is quite large. Lord only knows how many are taking alcohol chasers with them. As many doctors and pharmacists will tell you, patients often pressure them to prescribe these agents way after the temporary or really legitamate condition has passed, but its the only way they can get them out of thier office and who really knows if they really need them? |
| By 07. 234... on Wednesday, November 28, 2007 - 8:44 am: |
| They're not "dabbling on the town's lawn." They're breaking the law. Lock 'em up. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 213... on Sunday, December 02, 2007 - 12:24 pm: |
| consider jail costs minimum $500 a week, add to that transportation with officers, medical care, administrative costs, before they even enter the door of the court. So three of them will cost over $2000 a week to house and process initially, declining to about $35-45,000 per individual a year thereafter, tallying up to nearly $150,000 to process through the system for a year. This doesn't include their parole officers, monitoring, drug testing, rehab, and other fees post incarceration. So does the town really want to spend over 200 grand this way? It is a lot of money for dabbling on the town's lawn. Maybe community service work projects and diversion court and education will accomplish the same thing for a lot cheaper. Surely if they do go to prison they will be ruined by their new roomates and come out harder, meaner, and unemployable which means likely more crime and even if not, more tax payer dollars for social services for them and their future families. It could well cost society a million dollars or more over their life-times if this isn't handled properly. Do the math. |
| By 07. 07. 234... on Monday, December 03, 2007 - 4:47 pm: |
| Okay, you're right. Let's kill them instead. |
| By 07. 234... on Monday, December 03, 2007 - 4:57 pm: |
| There was a recent article in the Observer that suggested these arrests are isolated, and that Alcot has in fact been a clean facility during most of its existence. You're right about the math, but community service is not a realistic solution either. I was being facetious about the death penalty, but there does need to be a punishment for breaking the law. |
| By 07. 07. 223... on Monday, December 03, 2007 - 10:42 pm: |
| I agree, a punishment is certainly in order. "Bailiff, wack his pee pee". |
| By 07. 195... on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 - 4:05 pm: |
| oooh oooh - thats from the Old Cheech & Chong Records .. |
| By 07. 195... on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 - 4:07 pm: |
| Class, Classs .... Sargent Stadanko is the Narcotics Officer ... (hushed silence) |
| By 07. 213... on Saturday, December 15, 2007 - 8:39 pm: |
| if the news has it right then there it is, late at night, your home in your one bedroom studio apt, nothing to do, no-one to call, umemployed and the unemployment ran out two years ago, your eating box boiled mac n cheese three nights in a row and its mighty tasty, all you got is your little baggy of heroin, a burnt up ole spoon, etc etc, no cable tv, no relatives, nothing to look foward to tomorrow, a grumbly old truck in need of repair, bald tires about to be cited, five days worth of stubble beard and the same tee shirt on for a week solid, you know your better than all those others out there, if only........and the phone rings----its a boiler room in stocktown california where some slurred clerk is trying to sell you a special offer to buy a yet thinner cell phone with sparkles on it with a 2 year mandatory service subscription, and you remember that day you first skipped out in jr high to smoke cigars in the bushes, so cool, so righteous, and then that fight at home with your dad, and the yelling and the cold night air, and the ..... |
| By 07. 213... on Sunday, December 16, 2007 - 7:31 pm: |
| ...so you wake up sunday morning, its church time for the town civilians, but for you its a rawnking splitting headache, twisted bottles of drained booze littering your apartment's roll-a-carpet, your empty baggy with a blackened spoon pushed through both sides, comic books for a pillow, and who was that on the other side of the rumpled futton crushing two spent boxes of captain crunch? You reach for your torn wallet and open it up for that lucky lottery ticket outta there and find you got nothing green inside all of it but a little bent yellow card reminding you of your oral surgery appointment at County to have all your upper bicuspids pulled because of the two years of meth rot.... |
| By 07. 213... on Saturday, December 22, 2007 - 7:26 pm: |
| Its Christmas eve and you look in your room's cupboards and find a lone can of spam and bring it down and slice it up into four chunks. Carefully you place two side by side on two day-old bakery rolls you bought on sale last tuesday and squeeze out some mustard packets you picked up at the Wicker Basket two weeks ago when you chowed down on a grilled taylor ham pork roll's sandwich for sunday dinner. As you sit on your bed, sandwhiches resting on the sheets, dining with a Mad magazine stopping to flip through your old West Morris yearbook wondering just where each of your former classmates were this evening, imagining their houses, cars, careers, and sparkling Christmas trees. All you can hear is the occasional volvo and saab passing by the wet street, and you have the Daily Record stuffed under the door to keep the noise down, and you remember you're out of soap and paper plates and down to your last quarter roll of paper towels which is all you have left for toilet paper. And you wonder, where you will be on New Years eve,,,, |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 213... on Saturday, December 29, 2007 - 9:51 pm: |
| New Years eve was yesterday, or was it two days ago, or is it tomorrow, not sure....time is all vague and nonlinear lately. Its just quiet in the middle of the night in your little room, sheets taped over the window to lower the light volume, you even painted the walls with black latex patio paint to keep the sound down, but your little refirgerator door open motor humming, still defrosting(think so...) from a couple of days back when that purple 88 oz slurpy leaked all day long while you were out browsing for some dumpster hoho's and ran into hobo bill from rehab and sat and chawed tobaccy for an hour or four, weren't you in WM geometry together? The two of you had worked out of Manpower in Morristown in Hacklebarney park removing gaurd rails during a budget squeeze, and oh, geez, need a crock of cheddar cheese from the Blac....... |
| By 07. 213... on Saturday, January 12, 2008 - 8:13 pm: |
| 2008, ford's tires totally bald, never get thru inspection, right front fender kicked in, wheel bearing shimmer thumping along route 24, maybe its time to move to Kearny, get a job moving wash racks for the cousin on the other side of the family. They got some deal going with the union, odd jobber bit,if you're reliable and get the nod, some money in that they say but you can't ask for it, got to be noticed. Paint's peeling off the little fridge now that the dry electric heater has been glowing all day and night long. You would think your ex would at least bring you a new one. She was by last monday afternoon with your wash, which she threw in the diveway saying it was the very last time. I don't know, why was she yelling at the neighbors? Always a scene with her. But your new copy of Mad was dropped in your little black mail slot in the lobby so you had a good night to look foward to. |
| By 07. 213... on Saturday, January 19, 2008 - 10:29 pm: |
| reese's peanut butter cups, so delicious. Eighteen, twenty three, twenty eight, how many more can you eat in one setting, your bed sheets littered with the little black paper holders. Carton on milk? no, cold water will have to do. Its tuesday morning 4 AM and you have to report to unemployment today, then the parole office, well the log-in -computer(but still in person), they are short on staff these days. Did you even look for a job the past couple of weeks, or fill out a card. hmmmm, classifieds in the Daily Record, starbucks? diswasher at a local eatery, even trial-burger's would be okay for a few days. oh, its laundry week, but no soap, a dollar for those little soap boxes the size of playing cards now, need four for that load. little squares of wall board sitting in the ceiling, count them, no, orange is a good color, but thats for beach umbrellas, why not do this in mexico city where the cervasa is cheap and keep it going on...... |
| By 07. 07. 07. 213... on Sunday, February 03, 2008 - 10:27 pm: |
| its fascinating to note that when you line up domino's in pairs the length of the bedroom floor in x's and then in o's it levitates the spilt box of capt crunch before your very eyes. Then taking a yellar marking pen you can connect the dots to the crisps and make a string lattice all across the room that waves to each breath you take and each passing car. A bit of thudding rap fills up the parking lot, must be old gal Letty pulling in from her gig at Spooner's sports grill, somewhere down in Rahway. But now its got the capt crunch strings a dancing like punk rappers on 7th ave on a fast tourist shopping and wandering day. See em spin on their butts and wave their nikes in the air? She slams her old vw door shut hard and straggles across the pavement to room 11. Elevens are important numbers in the all things, even here, and you know this for a fact. Its with that certainty you remember you have to remember to get some milk even if that fridge is still broke. Got popsicle sticks for spoons..... |
| By 07. 07. 07. 182... on Monday, February 04, 2008 - 10:02 am: |
| Taking acid again? you should know its not good for you |
| By 07. 195... on Monday, February 04, 2008 - 10:32 am: |
| yhea, I gotta tell you - you (the pretend "writer" person) - you are really - really the worst |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 213... on Saturday, February 16, 2008 - 9:51 pm: |
| you can cook minimarshmallows on a hot plate with a cutout bottom of a folgers coffee can and then as they melt pour them over a big bar of chockolet and roll that in a dish of crushed nuts and have a fancy hollywood desert!!!!! I found this out one night in my blacked-out room in the manor when i was cooking up some tomatoe soups to accompany my lil packets of saltines i confiscated from the hospital cafeteria next to the methadone shop. often when i hang out in the dead center of town i look at the classifieds and laugh myself to another afternoon sleep only to awaken on the prowl for cheap sandwiches and coffee before i head back to my room to play dominoes or donuts. my sweettooth has gotten so sweet that the skin condition has covered up the meth sores from that binge four years ago when found my way to a cornfield in indiana off a short greyhound bus. I digress,,,,what is important is not to wander round hilltop circle looking for sage brush and alfalfa after dusk or I might end up walking by that Dean Road waving guy the next morning as I trudge onto more coffee and a day old danish. No longer a prisoner of the diurnal day, whether it be dusk or dawn or noon naptime, I find myself around my sprawling twps and am looking for more revolutionary war exhibits where a mean lunch counter may lie. Well its getting near time to buy some new socks at Bamburgers so I might have to work a day at manpower. Morristown here I come!!!! And maybe I will get a cheeseburgler to go with it!!! |
| By 07. 213... on Wednesday, February 20, 2008 - 2:05 am: |
I opened a can of tomatoe paste with my p-29 usamry can opener and slice my way round the top till I could pull it open with a pair of car pliers. I dumped a goop into a strofoam cup and added some hot plate almost boiling water and stirred it with a pencil to make a tasty spaghetti sauce. I then dunked in some broken capallenia stalks and steeped them in mr. microwave I fixed with a roll of pennys. I sat down with a hulk comic book and slurpped up the noodles thinking when I could soak in the brookside pond and just stare at the sky while the families came in to swim. I didn't have to go to country for my hepatitis c interferon booster till thursday so I could just lounge around town, walking the streets, soaking up the sights. I thought about visiting people and take a seat with them on their chaise lounges in their back yards watching thier pools splash with laughter, something I never hear anymore, take place with full spontaeneous alackrity. Maybe I could get in on some chips and creamy dips too and discuss the town council's latest shananigans. If I had only stayed that final month at west morris central high I might be a captain of industry. I could talk to the families around town as I showed them my hand made belt and lanyard. I almost learned how to string poncho's but spaced that out. Well now for some slurppy noodles and the hulk.....  |
| By 07. 1... on Sunday, February 24, 2008 - 11:35 pm: |
| well got to work a 5 hour day at a telemarketing outfit in the back of a garage in Morristown. They send out for sandwiches and I got an extra sloppy sausage and pepper and onion sub with extra marinara, but it flopped over onto my keyboard lengthwise and well that was that. Once the marinara got below the keys my productivity went down and and I got an e-mail terminating me. So I tried hitchhiking back on 24 but no-one would pick me up so I played mumblypeg with a stick and gravel stones walking all the way back to my room in hiraches which is quite a challenge. But at least I could sleep the rest of the weekday afternoon away listening to reruns of Hawaii-5 O and Magnum P.I.. I thought of going over to the hardware store next morning to get some free drip coffee and get a few extra creamers for my cereal. But oh, I ate all the capt crunch, so I guess I was gonna have to go dumpster shopping again after dark. This is how I spent my week awaiting my check. Its kind of boring. |
| By 07. 1... on Monday, March 03, 2008 - 3:39 am: |
| Steve McGarrett, Dano, Chen, Peter Magnum P.I., higgins, endless episodes, enless winter plots, endless hours in front of the frosty advil tv with the rabit ears, no cable, no dish, electronic harmony, endless shows, endless afternoon naps, early evening sleeps, late night escapades, roaming around, walking the town's darkly lit streets, hiding in the bushes out the sight of passing nefarious cars, ducking behind a garage, hiding in an alcove, diving on a lawn, hugging the ground, then back up and not found. Walking to the Morristown ER, watching the ambulances cart in the found down, getting free midnight coffee lounge coffee when nobody is looking, a packet of cookies here, a melting crueller there. Its like monday waiting in the lounge of your favorite car dealership while they kick tune your hundai, the smell of leaking oils and blue shirted barely employed men hunkering long yellow requistions and billing menus. No real parts ever seen, and the strange looking girl clerks barely able to answer a ringing phone or your questions even on the best of their very best days. Longing for my bed in my quiet blacked out room, astro lawn for shades to keep out the burning sun. Will the hall phone ring soon, will it ever ring. Boiled irish taters like days of old with margarine on a thick cheap white faux porcelin plate. Where will all this lead and what purpose is it for? |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Monday, March 10, 2008 - 3:18 am: |
| when ever letty in the room next to mine takes off to her boyfriends farm in upstate new york she lets me use her room as long as i feed her fish and turtle tank, so I get to play on her computer. That is how I get to keep up with the mendham twpsbo and all the happenings and the great controversy regarding the new and improvements scheduled for the shopping center created by the old foodtown dynasty and the newer dilemma regarding constructing a town pool for the elite families to partake of in their jumps for townfulls joy and bliss. Plus she has food in the fridge, though mostly half eaten cans of cake frosting and cartons of activia. This was always like moving on up from my blacked-out room so I didn't mind the light shining in from her windows as it aided in the constant underlining of jobs in the daily records classifieds that never went anywhere. Maybe starting a landscape business was the ticket but my pickup was on its last legs and the bald tires would no doubt attract the ever watchful eyes of the multitown's overlapping police sitting in their patrol cars on endless shift after endless shift with nothing better to do than write even more endless tickets to anyone behind any kind of wheel. So if landscaping was out I really didn't have a clue other than scout out the parsippany mall for retail work. Maybe a custodial position or parking lot maintenance or something along those lines. Yes it was turning out a productive day afterall and now I felt really ahead of the game. |
| By 07. 157... on Sunday, March 16, 2008 - 2:12 am: |
| I was drifting another noonhour in my blacked out room, those wonderful black latex painted sheets covering my window to block out all of the sun when I heard a knocking on my door. I dragged myself up, and limped to the door cracking it open an inch and it was one annoyed manager telling me the other tennants were complaining. "we all aren't like you, ya know". blah blah blah, tear down those sheets, go out and get a job like a normal person, move out, your getting evicted". Well, I thought, so what, that was that. All I had left to do now was to scrummage up an old card table and set it up on 24, open up a folding chair, a cold can of bush's very best baked beans, put on a floppy hat and stare the traffic down. Is this what being homeless is all about while you still have a modicum of resources. Who knew, who even speaks mendhamese if your from brookside a completely different town. Homeless in brookside, now there was a possibility, an enviable option, the first homeless species in town. yes, why not, down cherry lane, to the center of town, send a post card to the New York Times, pretend your in algiers and your a frenchman. Perfect, and doable. Finally a purpose! Show the future for the next generation. Its either sach's 5th avenue or this, pic one, its all good. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, March 22, 2008 - 10:57 pm: |
| it was yogurt night as on my way from the day treatment clinic at Memorial I stopped at the thrift store and bought 5 5 day old yoplaits with what was left of my food stamps I hadn't yet bartered away. I had lemon, vanilla, cherry, blueberry, and key lime and ate them all at once like a buffet at red lobster except there were no tails. Made me think of some canned clams casino or the dumpster at the Italian place towards Chester but too far to try and hitch hike this late at night and who would pick up someone who looked like a homeless tribeca ex-fire eater. You can see them around Christmas on 5th Ave but when I got dumped out of New York on a vagrancy charge in the late ninetys what was I to do cept check for lunchables laying around the shopping center. Management of the rooming house had given me only 3 more days to move out or face eviction by the twn-twps so I had thought of moving on up to Chestertown out behind W. Morris as they had some cheap apartments that way if I could only find one needing a roommate who didn't work, cook, clean, or shower. But then I wouldn't have my favorite spot on route 24 to hang out on anymore and watch the slowing disappearing polluted night sky. Lots of light pollution from all the McMansions too, and I heard the twn-twps dogs were watching people all hours of the midnight and day now too. You could see many pairs of yellow glowing eyes in the dark now and they weren't all deer. Some were even badgers. they stared and stared as you walked the midnight blacktop your shoes echoing across the endless night. I dunno, the whole place seemed invaded by strangers anymore with more both two and four legged and yet more gold edition suv's. Either way I would have to move, and maybe I would set up a miners camp in dismal harmony, what was left of it and live the rural life in camelot. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, March 30, 2008 - 2:02 am: |
| flicking the light switch dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot (international morse for sos(s on a shingle) the 35 watt red bulb I put in the ceiling of my room plunged me into episodic redness punctuated by blacked semi;colons. Last night while I layed on the smooth blacktop of 24 under a near full new jersey-springsteenesque moon I was caught in pure idle silence of non-traffic. How wonderful it was to be among such suburbanlike peace and quiet and not have to be enclosed in a faux home-like structure. Then I remembered the dental clinic waiting room and the 348lb lady in the falling apart chair across from me scowling, staring at me, scanning me for my attitude towards her horribleness. Now Long Valley wants a piece of the action by acting as host for new-place mat people on the move ever westward, yet beyond our chester twn-twps parallel universe. There was a mathematical dichotomy that juxtaposed the Mendhams and the Chesters for seemingly milennia through which numerous generations past through their dualing goal posts. Now there wasn't enough bottled water in Mendham and its sewerage flows were being rationed and monitored by the police and lawyers and courts and town administrators and their counterpart councils. At the same time glowing eyed animals(some say it was the growing deer populations, but I was thinking cats, dogs, badgers, and crows) dotted all the lawns at night as if little led's glowing on a giant edison electric switchboard. But they wanted me out of the manor, said my rent wasn't green enough and they didn't cotten to my kind. Well not everybody has to be off during the day at a job, or even asleep at night. They said landscaping was the way to go, or maybe be a fry cook like spongeblob or do a recycler bid as a jobber with endless horizons. I wondered if they were monitoring me flipping the light switch endlessly with a perennial clicking sound at night the other tennents might complain about. The Japanese dentist had a certain sadistic gleam in his eye as he wedged his drilling into my rear molar. But that is what happens in a clinic when your from the suburbs. Why have there been two full moons this month anyways? |
| By 07. 177... on Sunday, March 30, 2008 - 8:39 pm: |
| You should start listening to those voices in head; they are telling you the truth. |
| By 07. 157... on Saturday, April 05, 2008 - 11:15 pm: |
| They aren't voices at all, but sanskrit evolved out of fading mendhamese. If all the good denizens of the twn-twp awoke refresed in the realization that they were embedded in an evolutionary paradigm they would all go get a cup of coffee and talk the American experience in their unique local. They could watch pickups of the underemployed rednecks meld into the suv's of the yuppie managers of New Rome and wonder what is next as surely they do---constantly. All it needs is its proper provision of homeless wandering hobos marching across the McMansion landscape to trek with the four legged animals taking over the town to realize its unity with the rest of the world. |
| By 07. 177... on Sunday, April 06, 2008 - 4:54 pm: |
| No, your writings(?) clearly indicate you are suffering from some type of mental disorder. Shhhhh, listen, did you hear them? You did hear them didn't you? Stop ignoring them, they are telling you the truth, everyone is against you. Your only hope is to follow the line in the road, go east or west, the choice is yours. Don't stop until you have reached the end. DO IT NOW! |
| By 07. 157... on Sunday, April 06, 2008 - 6:17 pm: |
| Are you that manager again? go get a Urn of coffee from the coffee shop and set it up in the hallway SO YOUR TENNENTS CAN HAVE SOME DECENT COFFEE!!!!! |
| By 07. 177... on Monday, April 07, 2008 - 7:20 pm: |
| Might I suggest a wonderful blend from KC's? Unfortunately it will not be available until way past 9am as I don't want to risk the parking ticket and I am too lazy to park in one of the lots and then walk a few steps. Would you also care for some sort of baked good? |
| By 07. 157... on Tuesday, April 08, 2008 - 9:27 pm: |
| yes I would definitely like a couple of tumblers of KC coffee but probably will have to get a cab so it can double park outside and avoid getting a ticket. If you can reinstitute the old bakery shop at the shopping center a bakers dozen of german jelly donuts along with a few cruellers would be a great way to start the day reading the Daily Record. Or maybe you can get the Dean Road Waver guy to hire on as a curbside to car employee who waves for traffic to stop a second as he brings out your coffee's and makes change. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, April 13, 2008 - 11:50 pm: |
| well good news, i got the manager to let me stay on by accepting a rent increase. Well its actual a garbage and refuse use fee as they well know i raid the dumpster to pack my pantry. Wells its not really a pantry, its just a corner in my room filled with various things i come across. Like tonight i am having a one person drum circle on quaker oatmeal boxes freshly plucked out of mr. green. Letty said she couldn't make it and quickly shut her door in my face. Wonder why? Well am never going to figure it out but am going to play "howl" like some such book i read once. i wonder if i could walk to boonton one day and then to south orange the next as the friendly chap up above suggested. Why that is jersey and carry a sign 'honk if your an suv" like i did at last years parade. i wore Lincoln top hat that said "save newark" on the back. people in mendham didn't get it, not even the people in brookside, and the people in ralston, forget it. i try and not hang out in the bourough as its just too high school yuppie. i think the other people make a bit better rednecks and they should understand humor. AS for the donuts, they didn't come through, nor did the coffee. i had to substitute a sunday dinner of extra hot frito's instead. but now i can cozy up to my new adventures at the manor after i lay in a field tomorrow and just stare for four hours at the sky seeing which kind of birds pass over me, and i will name each and every one. |
| By 07. 165... on Tuesday, April 15, 2008 - 10:06 am: |
god help us all if you are really on the streets .. I say this as a public service, not as any concern for you (you are beneath contempt)
- GET SOME FUCKING MEDICAL HELP _ stop drinking or huffing paint or glue or whatever the fuck has made you such a fuckin retard. |
| By 07. 157... on Tuesday, April 15, 2008 - 10:13 pm: |
| whatta ya mean? mendham made me this way. geeesch, wake up dude! By now you too are well on your way or you wouldn't be talking like that. Hang in there, at some point you might get the memo. oh, you're still in the "contempt" stage? Having contempt in mendham is like putting your socks on when you wake up. sorry you got a long way to go yet, looooong way. |
| By 07. 165... on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 - 9:04 am: |
| No Dicknose, my contempt is just for YOU and your stupid rantings. No one gives a shit about your random schitzophrenic ramblings about food. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, April 19, 2008 - 10:22 am: |
| you must have gone to west morris, not mendham high, and been in the auto shop program, lets see, super high contempt, super low vocab, judgementalism, homophobia, bowel excrement fascination that creeps into your regular speak, and mispelling of schiz, but the bowel stuff creeps back in, and mixing bowel stuff with food, but at least you got ramblings right. You need more social skills prolly, go figure. See that is what is wrong about mendham, no social skills, and I guess a serious lack of dignity and graciousness even though filled with wreaking contempt for anything diff, so I guess your a real exciting guy, I guess. Must have grown up in a shoe throwing environment. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, April 19, 2008 - 10:59 pm: |
| it was time to make a magnetic compass that would auto-gyrate on the edge of route 24 that would field all of colonial morris county's ancient colony historys and jocky hollowness into a quick package of planetary vibes that could predict the rest of the days of the year in which I could keep a record of on endless rolls' of brawny towels as each person in the twn's-twps would have a variety pack of fun filled adventures mixed in with days of rage and full appreciation of the passing of the seasons one by one just like cars passing down the road on their way to morristown on a workday morn. I suppose route 80 would prove a good alternative choice but the speed of the traffic flow would be greater than the fiberosity of the sheet thread count at the manor. And this would be clearly proven, but that's another blog. It was quaker oat meal poured out in a hot water flow into a styrofoam cup and called a grueling brunch on a fine route 24 day. route 24, route 24, route 24, oh it swings by the gulf course in a visible fog of fading time in a routine we all generously call life. fullfillment and plentitude. good and plenty in a box. Like the morning marine layer up from the San Francisco bay into the crudgemudgeon hallows of Vallejo, famed closed atomic sub-base of old now shuttered up and replaced by the mighty trident submarine city. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, April 26, 2008 - 8:37 pm: |
| It was a night of apricots at the alcott, like a plantation manor of old it was a feast from a bag of tree born fruit. Yellowish orange little almond dopples of fibrous fruit husks marinated in sweet natural fructose sweetness and soil minerals and phytooxidants, yummy! as I bit the apricots into husked halves a rock stone pit fell onto the alcott floor --pit, pop, plop, drop...it was my fav, saturday night, time to wake up and go out on 24 and watch the traffic spin by the bye counting yellow and burning blue krypton high beams, while gazing up at the juxtaposition of mars on venus, with saturn in the background, 6/8th amber moon to the fore. I liked hearing the polymer friction of tread spinning its modulus on the happy go lucky warmed up blacktop.. zip zipp schippp... nice muse to my mind marbles. Get on up little doggies, carry that strudel, butter than biskquet, unmold the pear green aspic. Then I noticed yellow green glowing reindeer eyes staring like children of the dammed at me from behind all the trees, shrubs, and bushes lining the yards every which where. It was then and only then I suddenly awoke to the notion the town was Co-inhabited by two totally at odds species covetting the same terra ground. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, May 04, 2008 - 1:04 am: |
| Walking around the manor in the pouring jersey early spring rain, wearing an old torn dust ridden green cpo from Vietnam times, I was thinking. Thinking on mojo and how Mendham needed some mojo. The dean road waver guy just wasn't enough, nor were the tribes of meandering back yard in the middle of the night rain deer, yellow eyes glowing in the dark and all. The trampling of soaked slotzky shoes on the pavement lining 24 wasn't bad, and a rim pizza at sammys was a thought, and free coffee in the back of the mendham hardware(if they still had it) was comforting, but King's(is that what its called) hostess white snow cakes with it would be good. Dental work at the free clinic(they have copays now) in Morristown was also due according to the card. Imagining the missing mojo, the Mendham mojo, when are they going to get a swat team and four more judges and convert a historic home into a new court, and they needed a law library and more tapes of the council meetings. But where was the mojo to come from? Mendham needs mojo! |
| By 07. 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, May 11, 2008 - 12:28 am: |
| There are nights I just lay, face up, on the bathroom floor, linoleum and all and stare at the l960's light fixture in the ceiling and wonder just why I haven't replaced the 75 watt light bulb with an energy efficient green one. It was so typical to just leave it for another month to do. It was like those term papers senior year at the Morris when I would rather be out in the woods smoking cigars down by the railroad tracks wanting to hitch a ride on a norfolk frieght car than write about catcher on the ryes twisted tail of wholesome woe. I could hear my sink drip, drip, dripping a drop of water, one at a time, every time with echos that filled up my one room apartment with the blackened out windows and spinning fans I found thrown out in the back one rainy night. There was no plan really, just like charlie manson and babba dam rass said, be in the now. Yeah, be in the now. Then I knew I was here and just sink further into the cold lineoleum. I wish we had a pool in town that I could just walk to and flop on a chaise lounge all day, every day, sort of a outdoors homeless shelter. Maybe that would make it worth attending a council meeting, voice my concerns, my vision for the revamping of all the moral stagnation and housing inflation. Wasn't it Manson who said "every man knows what he is, he knows". I can just imagine them hid out in the Panamint mountains barker ranch in the hellish dry heat of Death valley building dune buggies and playing folk guitar singing with the fam about the man. Dusk in the desert would be so dark till the stars came out and lit up the canvass sky. The conversations they must have had. Now old john law is gonna dig it up again and look for more bodies from the 60's. Yeah, Barker ranch on youtube, 6 miles up a boulder strewn dirt trail on an arroyo, or gutter in a canyon. Yep, yep, yep, desert rats in the end, in all places-Death Valley. drip, drip, drip. |
| By 07. 157... on Monday, May 12, 2008 - 3:57 am: |
| waiting for the Jehovah's witnesses to bring new pamphlets to my door. I wanna talk to them about Jonestown and what Jim Jones was like and his flock. 900 some they say. |
| By 07. 185... on Monday, May 12, 2008 - 7:40 pm: |
| good grief...someone needs about 400 prozac...and a bottle of cheap scotch. |
| By 07. 185... on Saturday, May 17, 2008 - 9:33 pm: |
| 157, good grief what a gavone....you need to lay off the pot; heroin; crack; meth or perhaps just the glue....give it a few days off, and see if your lameass condition clears up....you need help there, Mr. Putz. |
| By 07. 157... on Saturday, May 17, 2008 - 10:45 pm: |
| groaning man ravioli----buy frozen cheese ravioli in you local King's freezer panopoly and a jar of mushroom Ragu. Bring home to the happy house and boil a big "pot" of water. cut packet with hedge trimmer and drop into red himalayan salted water. Bubble away. Drop the red Ragu into a smaller "pot" and gently warm up. I would put a teaspoon of olive oil on the bottom, drop in some fresh "thyme, oregano, and rough chopped basil" foist. After angrily cooking it all up drain the pasta in the sink and put in a "bowl" and then laddle in some hot red sauce, parmesean with paremeseano reggiano and few red pepper flakes and tasty fresh chopped parsley. Then scowling at it and cursing under your Popeye breath slam the kitchen chair down and sit down banging your boots on the linoleum and enjoy your "happy meal". |
| By 07. 185... on Sunday, May 18, 2008 - 1:36 pm: |
how's about you just flush yourself down the pottie...and do us all a big favour.
what kind of gavone are you, Mr. Lameass? You can't cook for S. |
| By 07. 157... on Sunday, May 18, 2008 - 6:05 pm: |
| what is a gavone anywho? never heard the term in morris county before. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, May 18, 2008 - 7:47 pm: |
| well as you can see this new grumpy guy moved in down the hall. Not sure where he hails from. Cleveland I think. You can hear pounding going on from his room all the time like he's ripping out the wallboard and putting in some cabinets or shelves or "something". He shows up all hours of the day and night with green duffle bags that he lugs like they were filled with iron weights. I notice he blackened out his windows too and you can only see little streaks of light comning through them at 4 in the morning and drill and sander sounds. Tennents have complained and pounded on his door, but to no avail. I see a big white escalade come by three times a week at 5 in the evening but havent seen who is driving it. I hear a lot of swearing, cursing, screaming, and yoddleing too. I am not sure what he does for a living. Maybe he's on ssi like a lot of us are cept me as i was rejected, somthing to do with my earnings when I was a part-time bartender at you know where. At first I thought he was a route delivery guy for the daily record but haven't seen any scrap newspaper floating in the dumpster when I do my nightly check for any new goodies. once I lived in a motel where the guy below me delivered tons of newspapers to the kid's routes and his room was 4 feet deep in paper with all the problems that caused. He was an indian guy from a desert reservation. Ah, those were the days. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 2:42 am: |
| it was another alcott full moon night where the silver pale disk took center stage of the night sky. High and mighty above us, several apollo missions later I half expected clint eastwood in pale ride to stand in front of the moon wearing his signature stove pipe top hat, dusty cattle skin brown long coat lighting up a short nevada brothel cigar. I had caught a briney dinner up the street from parking lot valets who kindly dumped some chip chop in a styrofoam take out bulk container for me. And as I walked home on 24 under the tall pale moon I knew in many ways though I was east I was west yet technically I was marching east, well go figure. NObody in their right mind would drink cheap scoth on a night like this as it was a moononic call for barley corn malt and a shot of grapple with its fennel like accoutermont to the sprightly bubblyness of the dark stouted beer. But no pocket dollars so I would have to settle with a brisk walk. I liked the horse's chip chop and its dark hot cheddary cheesed blackened stemed pumpernickle slab. This was Mendham at its finest and tomorrow I could go get my card filled out at unemployement hitchhiking to morristown as nobody wanted to hire me any ways so why even bother to shower, change one's socks, comb ones beard, or even change my shoe polish stained shirt. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, May 25, 2008 - 12:54 am: |
| i was experiementing in my room by putting metallic jacks in a rock tumbler on top of 56 pocket magnets sligned to true magnetic north and let it spin for 11 hours so as to magnetize them. Then I dropped room temp to 63 degrees farhanhieght and put on an ultraviolet magnifier lense focused floresent light onto long wave release. The combination of environmental cues allowed the jacks to float in the air chest high for nearly 20 minutes and oscillate counterclockwise right before my very eyes. I got all this stuff at army surplus, edmunds, and broaderbund for less than $50. I found this more educational than that guy at the council meetings and although I didn't have video equipment I made long hand notes and sent them into Nature magazine hoping for an early review so I could make the Christmas Issue. Its important that everything have its hobbies and enjoy the bio-evolutionary-engineered landscape. Americans use to have hobbies but that seems to have gone by the wayside for so many. I think you all should get some like action hobbies where you learn something and make something levitate or fly or build a satellite radio or do some art deco or something. Playing in a garage band doesn't count, nor does drinking cuppachini or Long Island iced teas. Bud doesn't count either. |
| By 07. 202... on Sunday, May 25, 2008 - 7:59 pm: |
| Facinating....really, just fabulous stuff here[as usual]. I'm thinking another Hemingway in the making, right here in Mendham. |
| By 07. 157... on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 - 12:45 am: |
| not till you tried the Entemmenns assorted glazed donuts my goodly friend. chockolet glazed, honey dipped glazzed, sugary powdered, all boxed into a wonder carton of goodies. not till you tried the Entemmens. |
| By 07. 07. 177... on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 - 11:03 pm: |
| Ah, Mr. 157, is the government paying for your daily dose? |
| By 07. 202... on Friday, May 30, 2008 - 11:10 pm: |
| Probably not...that gavone just huffs paint thinner and glue all day...in his "New Milleneum" world he is so fond of spouting off about. A silly little peasant he is...a true gavone by any definition. a worthless waste of oxygen who needs to stop breathing and wasting all that good air that could be put to better use. |
| By 07. 157... on Sunday, June 01, 2008 - 4:44 am: |
| It has become increasingly obvious to me that Mendham is a programmed theme park without eating kiosks or water rides. Its a place for the burbs to suckle on new york city if you look at where so many work, cept the local yokels. That is what I learn each day and why I like route 24. Its a vein through a mythical town. Mountainville is nicer looking if you want superiority. You are the peasant. and not so pleasant. a not so pleasant peasant. Pitchfork and candle in hand, you look up to new-a-ty as a Frankinstein high up on a hill(pitney drive? hilltop circle?) and march with the good rednecked townsfolk to burn out the newly acquired menace. Its symbolic reality just as real as walking shoe tread worn off reality. Its the EPR paradox and simultinaeity and sum of squares all at once. You don't even realize your quantum signature, but you can sure trip over it. Nobody in their wrong mind should drink paint thinner as its a poison and glue is sticky. You are the one on the intoxicant, and I am only a mirror, a reflection for people to careen off of into their own abyss. You rail at number 1, the you in I. This isn't my fault, and its you who chose the insensate path, not me. |
| By 07. 07. 202... on Monday, June 02, 2008 - 7:40 pm: |
| whoa there dopey-dope...using those big [often mis-spelled] words will give a burnt-out loser like you a headache. Slow down and take the load off the old pin-head for a few days. No need to get your panties all in a bunch like the last time [Bubba likes easy entry back in your caboose]. Sniff a little glue and watch a little TV. That's about all of life you can handle. P.S. Mr. Loser...I've traveled to many places [yes, even Italy]...just love your pseudo-educated stereotypes....get a clue, paint-sniffer. Yes Virginia, there are, were, and always will be Italian Peasants...and many of them are dumb....Gavones [like you] |
| By 07. 157... on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 6:03 pm: |
| you are embarrassing new Jersy making it sound like a real whose done-it krackerville. Penna is to your left, satin Isle to your right, maerry land belows ya and western upstatey new yoik to your northern regions. pic one, and save!!!!!!!!!! leave our New Jersoiy alone!! |
| By 07. 07. 07. 157... on Sunday, June 08, 2008 - 12:16 am: |
| WELL this year i will vacation from the alcott and stay at a make-shift cardboard box campsite in what is left of Dismal Harmony and hold seances well into the nighe of the darkly infested night sky, cept the lil berkshire tree branches will obfuscate the glittering starlit sky. There won't be any silvery dish of a pale moon floating by, but instead simple satellite junk and debrie, and refuse from the space station as they eject all that garbage into space just like an aircraft carrier dumps their floatsom into the Persian Gulf nowdays called the Arabian Sea by the US collaliton, while the ee-ranians still call it the P. gulf. Dismal Harmony in the heart of the city, sleeping all day in a dumped out old stained sleeping bag overwrapped with blue plastic tarp and a fleece blanky. An igloo cooler for drinks and a humidor for all my beef and turnkey jerkie. Staying a week in Dismal Harmony will be one over the JOckEy HoLLoWites. No revoLutioNarY war hubris here in the rubric of faactual escalades. No drip, drip, drip, dripping of the all night sink with the split rubber gromet for a washer. Instead just the clicking of the forest brush rubbing sticks together like the clapping of scottch bavarian hands all Night Longe. I will become forest maven, a rachett of happiness al fresco on a patio of fallen and strewn leaves arranged like patio stone minus the chaise lounges you would certainly WITHOUT A DOUBT find in Bergan County where they KNOWE how to DO IT RIGHT! instead i will have to settle for the limited creature comforts of sleeping on township dirt with nothing but a twinge of a brook gurgling, gasping down below as little stones get tiny splashes of the remaining twp water. Brookside dirt, Mendham gauche, wow, all I need is a motor boat with an OUTBOARD Mote-y so I can ride the whitewater rapids into the center of town for a popsicle and the latest Mad Magazine. |
| By 07. 202... on Tuesday, June 10, 2008 - 8:38 pm: |
| good grief, what a total jackass. Hey dicknose...you're not funny, you're not smart...but you are a dope. So, you got that going for you...which is nice. |
| By 07. 157... on Tuesday, June 10, 2008 - 9:54 pm: |
| well some BODY needs to accurately portray the comeings and goings of that great abode so nothing is lost to twp-bourgough history. Just like mighty Freeholders, it must be chronicled like NOVA but without the bubble head news casters on action channel 7, 9, 11, and cable too with all the tiered foursome netwoks telling EWE watt kind of future existance is in store after the parole date release. Zoe what someone like me, me, me, has going is the facts of the future in store so taht now you knowe and can stick your green stamps in the lil booklets so you can buy a room lamp. Wyen you blacken out your windows like me, and one day you will, you will want reading light to perview your collection of mags and etch a sketch poemes. See, how helpful this will be, not quite a pickup truck with roof top bush lights(as if we all live in africa yet) but a winch for hauling your deer carcusses up from Madison during season. This is pure generosity. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, June 14, 2008 - 10:10 pm: |
| if only mendhams had a pool where I could hang out during the heat of the livid day. We need more places to Hang out than just the shopping center excuse for a strip Mall. Mendham needs to create a sports park complex complete with pool and have more sitting areas along route 24 for us to just hang out in. Why don't we have benches like everywhere else? There are malls with even cushioned sitting chairs, small waterfalls, and pignik tables where you can bring a wicker basket-o-lunch and dine al fresco just like in the park of the Palace of Fine Arts in San Franciso. Why cannot, we the people, have such necessasary nicieties as other more civilized towns and cities?? |
| By 07. 07. 07. 157... on Monday, June 16, 2008 - 12:52 am: |
| I steamed a red lable can containts of fast rolled tacos and sprinkeled parsley, parmeasean, and red italian hot pepper sprinkley flakes for sunday brunch in my blackened out apartment and pretended I was eaten in the BH for sunday dinner. I found a wazzle of celephaned wrapped white paper platees in mr. greeny(dumpster) and plied several apart to make three steaming scrumptious servings with wafting vapors a drilling upwards to my plucco ceiling precovered with a wire banded mattress to keep out the street sounds and birds from landing on my roof. It offered better insulation from the driving wintery cold though now it was a very happy and deliciously wonderful late spring early june day. My denatl clinic appaoitment was this week and they would scour my teeths edges and freshly polish and flourided them. Too bad there isn't a morris valley to go to a cheaper dentista, but what whas I two due? In the meantime I would eat with a strawe all my pureed soups with hot spicey downtrodden ingredients from America's food mills and grindstones. I didn't plan to work this week as I had gotten my rebate sheck in the amail and could obviously go eat at both sammys and bh and well even breakfy at the wicker basket and ask for some free oranage marmellade packets and napkies for my cross kountry kitchn taylor pork roll ham sam lunchey. |
| By 07. 07. 157... on Saturday, June 21, 2008 - 9:09 pm: |
| I went sent away for some alcott sheets with the manor logo embroidered on them. They are pretty neat, made of the finest egyptian thread count with golden letters on a flat back yet silkey back drop with a sheen. All nice folded corners and weigh less than 6 onces. high thread count. eygptian embroidery. designer heirlooms. Who says you can't live well? That and a can of ovalteem, to hyperthread a chock shake from burpee's sluice and juice. They will make a nice accoutermont with my brandly newbee sheets. Now all i need is some crawfish to shuck and cagen for saturday din din at sci fi tv theater. a kroeger package of cheapo white napkins, and a shucking plasto-relish-spoon and I am on the move to blackened sunfish in the know. and you know that's what shows. its like rethreading ribbon candy but you got to have the paper route to gather it up as your x-mas present when its fowarded your weigh. |
| By 07. 157... on Sunday, June 22, 2008 - 10:20 pm: |
| now that I procured ruffley egyptian thread count sheets with the moniker on them I want to register them in the WorldWide Sheet Registry.com so all will also enjoy my fine linens. But first I wanted a dish of peach cobbler with bimbly cream and some rachetted almond scones with dew pirettes in them. So I could enjoy my treats with the comfort of my newly gotten sheets. I hope to enter a competition(unempolyed welcome!!!) in which I could possibly win a pair of bunny slippers to keep me warm for the upcoming winter after the summer and fall have duly run its course. Next I need to "find" a full folgers coffee can and some filters as I "found" a coffee meister coffee table coffee maker in the neighborhood, just like Mr. Rogers always says. Talk about aristocatic living on a thumble of nickles and dimes and the ubiquitous love of my fallow loafers. |
| By 07. 177... on Monday, June 23, 2008 - 10:12 pm: |
| You really really really need to listen to those voices in your head. Everyone here knows they are telling you that you are a f'n idiot, they are telling you the truth! Try this recipe: obtain a 2 quart saucepan and fill with 1 quart of 5-10 weight Mobil 1 motor oil. Place on gas fired cooktop, cook on highest flame. While the oil is heating, pull on some adult size Depends, then your everyday pants. When the oil has reached approximately 425 - 450 degrees, pour the contents in your pants. Enjoy! |
| By 07. 157... on Tuesday, June 24, 2008 - 9:27 pm: |
| You are saying you pour driveways? All this time I thought you were a landscape gardner of some home brewed kind. well it shows what little I know alright. |
| By 07. 165... on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 8:51 am: |
| you stupid fuck - clearly the posts you are addressing are 2 different people. How on earth can you be so stupid ? |
| By 07. 214... on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 7:20 pm: |
| Never underestimate the stupidity of ol' 157. The biggest gavone this side of Doucheville Station, I recon'[sound like a Yankee right there, huh Mr. Gavone?]. Whist your at it eate mi shortz u stupit fuk. |
| By 07. 1... on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 6:31 pm: |
| No stupid, you show us how little you know. |
| By 07. 1... on Saturday, June 28, 2008 - 12:36 pm: |
| 165 your both the same programming, i.e. the same person walking around in two different mammals. You say the same stuff all the time, curse your potty mouths the same way, prolly drive the same year pick ups even if diff manufacturer, same type of shirts, pants, eat the same food, same type of haircut, same folgers, etc, same likes and dislikes, etc. same ole, same ole dude programmed to a T. |
| By 07. 07. 07. 1... on Sunday, July 06, 2008 - 1:42 am: |
| We had a house party complete with orange Hi C, nilla lady wafers, stick prezzies, and a can of pre-made vanillin froasting we used as a stick dip. I met the other interesting tennents. One was even ex-broadway, Carpenters 808 Union, and an ex-truck driver from Kearny who use to drive the Taconic Parkway upstate NY twice a week for 22 years till China's cosco bought up the company that manufatctured what he trucked in his truck. We passed out a raffle and I won a goat bottle opener and an old tape of the Twilight Zone where the little doll tripped Telly Savalas after he got mad at it. "I am talking Tina and I Love You" it keep saying to the rest of the family but to Telly it keep winking saying "I am talking Tina and I don't Like You". He had a hard sell trying to convince his new wife the doll was out to get him. What's a guy to do? On the flip side was the one where the deceased grandmother kept calling her granddaughter from the other side of the grave in front of her parents as the family sat watching tv in the living room(kind of like the archie bunker living room). Once in the desert an old rat told me he could communicate with the spirits by opening his cola machine and talking into the coin spout. figures, but on this I never got the memo. Speaking of the desert have you ever smelled the truckstops outside of Phoenix in the 115 degree summer night air as you get a vending machine ham and 1 slice cheese sandwhich, a pepsi, a packet of hoho's? |
| By 07. 14... on Monday, October 06, 2008 - 1:52 am: |
| It was another glorious sunday night dinner at the Alcott. I had moved out my green canvass army cot and put it out in the hall so I could have enuff room to make a MONSTER MUENSTER CHEESE MAYO SAMMICH.!!! I got two slices of blonde wheat bread and well buttered it with whipped butter and slathered thick HellMans mayonaisse on it on both sides and then pushed in six slices of thick meunster foodking size wonderfilled CHEESE PLEASE! AND i turned up the radio to some ole billy joel and stared at my pentagram book as I chmoped down on the MONSTER MEUNSTER CHEESE SAMMICH. bUTTERY, MAYO-EY, AND CHEESE-Y. wHAT A TASTE FILLED TREAT!!! as of late i have gone natural food and given up my old pork n beans boiled in an ole folgers coffee can sittin on top of my hot plate. I use to dump in a package of cheap chicken dawgs, and dollup in ketchup and mustard and saw up some scallions and cilantro and dimple in sprinkles of cayenne, mustard powder, a few minced garlic cloves and thyme sprigs. Now I was waiting for the morning farm report to think of what I would be doing if I had inherited that ohio farm but they turned it over to a homeless shelter for way ward hogs and sows and I think its a national historical hysterical museum sad to say. I love the butter and mayo melange filled taste as it melds into the monster cheese and the glowing cascade of my rotolamp spinning its map of the world on my four white walls. |
| By 07. 24... on Monday, October 06, 2008 - 7:43 am: |
| what a pathetic little GavoneBoy loser. I ALMOST feel sorry for you. |
| By 07. 14... on Tuesday, October 07, 2008 - 11:50 pm: |
| perhaps the Alcott should have a complementary lunch for the townspeople to enjoy the grounds and tennets. If over deviled ham sandwhiches with the crust sawed off and mint julips you could see the simple pleasures of alcotting rather than endure your stress filled running too and fro lives you would better appreciate life on the veranda!! |
| By 07. 24... on Wednesday, October 08, 2008 - 7:06 am: |
| yes gavoneboy, you are right as always....Uncle Joe Stalin has a similar plan for you and idiots like you...Obey the State...Work will Set You Free...yada, yada. lost. |
| By 07. 14... on Wednesday, October 08, 2008 - 8:44 am: |
| yur his-stoory is a lil out of date maxwell silverhammer, as she came in through the bathroom window with a sliver spoon and mean ole mr. mustard add puddings and whey. doop doop doop, beep beep beep, erckle erckle. yeah, your states-men like, digging ditches and swilling hoho's. |
| By 07. 24... on Thursday, October 09, 2008 - 4:16 pm: |
You need to get back to Unkle Joe's Farm, boy. That's GavoneBoy to you, actually. A nice Collective would suit you fine...you could lie around all day and collect the swill from the Lill' Piggies at the end of the day. That'd be yo dinner [well, that and a side of corn puddin, so you could find the corn in yo poo come mornin'].
Yes, the Collective would be good for you indeed. |
| By 07. 14) Fool on Sunday, October 26, 2008 - 3:21 am: |
| Alcott steamed toaster oven salmon loaf---mash up in a bowel, one large can of sockeyes very best pinkish salmon minus the bones, add ground up old pieces of bread, a little diced onion, red and green peppers, celery, a little s and p, mustard powder, thyme, and white pepper, and break in one egg, and half a cup of milk. just grind it up with both hands extruding a stream of it into a buttered glass dish, then put that dish in a slightly larger baking pan and pour water into that, and cover the whole thing with a bit of aluminum foil and place in toaster oven and put on casserole bake for fifeteen minutes to 20. Then make a dill mustard sauce for the top with a boiled egg in it so its really a very creamy egg salad and put on top of the indifvidual fresh slices of salmon loaf you slice out for your relatives who come to visit you at the manor for sunday dinner. A good side dish would be rice pilaf or if you want something germanic, a hot pat fried up germanic potatoe salad, but go easy on the the bacon. some like steamed asparagus also. I would recommend a side of sweet chutney. |
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