Wednesday, May 1, 2013


Out Of This World Wednesdays


Where we journey through lite beers...I mean, light years of cold empty space, to discover strange, mind blowing, & cool...

Things out of this world, world, world, world, world!!!


Here is the fascinating continuation of..


THE GLIRKAZOIDS



We are running out of tom, so lets get back to the total obliteration of Glirka. 

SOOOOOO, all the miniature spaceships are just a wee bit ahead of the ever expanding flames from the EXPLODED  planet!


( This next part is really cool, because it’s narrated by some guy with a real deep voice. Probably Sam Elliott, because James Earl Jones is WAY too busy!)

THE Glirkazoids traveled to thousands of diverse galaxies, universes and planets. 
One of the planets happened to be in the Milky Way galaxy.
 ( Not to be confused with the Snickers galaxy)








The so called, third rock from the sun,……………………………....................................................EARTH!!!!!!!!

(Now, when “Sam” says earth, in his super deep voice, with an echo that reverberates throughout the movie theater, you feel like a covey of quail just flew out your “pharter!”)

Coincidentally, one of the Glirkazoid ships “lands” on earth at exactly the same time and general location of the birth of JESUS.

Many eyewitness accounts of the first Christmas, such as the “STAR,” the “WISE MEN,” and the “SHEPARDS”, were totally missed by the "Glirkanauts," because they were too busy celebrating their two point landing.(And two points out of three ain’t bad!)



 They promised themselves they would break out the candy cane when the “fat lady sings”, so, I guess, they figured she sang, and got high on the cane. Glirkazoids get high on candy cane!  ( See:“Chicken’s Butts and Coconuts Will Ultimately Make Or Break You." Chapter 10)

However, after a few years they came to know Jesus and came to believe; Quote: “ He is the genesis and eternal fountain of all knowledge, wisdom, love and compassion.”
( See: “Chickens Butts and Coconuts Will Ultimately Make Or Break You.” Chapter 10, again.)

Practically all major inventions, scientific discoveries, breakthroughs in music, art, and literature since the time of Christ, were inspired by the Glirkazoids.

“If that’s true”, you ask so Doubting Tomishly, “ Why are these, so called, Glirkazoids, never seen by the general public? Hmmmm?”

Chihuahua! 

Now didn’t I tell you guys to read “Chicken’s Butts and Coconuts Will Ultimately Make Or Break You” BEFORE  reading this blog?

You promised!

Or did you? It could be my managination.

Well, anyway; if you had read chapter 5 of my first book you would have known that Glirkazoids are only 4 inches tall, MAX!
In addition, they are masters of disguise!
Did you really think that all lab animals are simply, um…….lab animals?
Heck no! 
You can bet that one or two of those white rats or guinea pigs are Glirkazoids, incognito.


They leave the cages at night and correct, improve, and basically redo all of the shoddy work done by “scientists” around the world.                                                                                                  
Do you think DeVinci came up with all that “crap” by himself?

El no no!
He had a whole team of Glirkazoids, secretly helping him, and the big moron never even knew they were there.

I guess you think the Beatles came up with all of that, “out of this world” music on their own, huh?

Look in the cars and trees for those little Glirkazoids!

Take a magnifying glass and look closely at their album covers. Sgt. Peppers, Magical Mystery Tour; even Abby Road  has a Glirkazoid or two subliminally hidden here and there in the picture.
Did you find a couple of Glirkazoids in the picture?


Here is a very, very limited list of Glirkazoid inspired artists, musicians, composers, inventors and other guys and gals that the world THINKS were smart, but they had a little help from our Glirkazoid buddies:

 Get it? A LITTLE help! Because Glirkazoids are LIT………..Nevermind.

More evidence is found in the lyrics to this classic Beatles song...I Get By With A LITTLE Help From My Friends...
Can't you see, they were singing about the Glirkazoids helping them!


Okay, here's the list I was telling you about:

Beethovan           
George Carlin 
      Dr. Seuss        
Picasso               
Madame Curie      
 Jim Henson
Steve Allen        Robin Williams       Galileo
Miles Davis        
Winston Churchill 
  Groucho Marx
Einstein             Issac Newton        
 Dennis Miller
Orson Bean        

Wally Cox          
     Andy Kaufman      
Jason Heath      Mozart                   Peter Sellers
Dr. Irwin Corey 

  Duke Ellington       Gandhi
Abe Lincoln         Rod Serling          
  Lewis Carroll
L. Frank Baum     Elvis                     
  Daws Butler 
Joni Mitchell      Dizzy Gillespie 

       Flipper
Greg Batton        
Louie Armstrong    
 John Phillip Sousa
Charles Schultz   
Adam Lambert        
 

Celine Dion
Howard Hughes    Enrico Caruso          
Lon Chaney
Whoopi Goldberg  
Marty Wombacher 


           Danny Maness

Now, did you happen to notice that many of the people on the list are “unlikely subjects?”
Andy Kaufman? Wally Cox? Me, for heaven’s sake?
Well, it’s all because of the ( Three very loud and dramatic notes are played when I say this next word, like; DUM DUM, DUMMMMMM!) “GAME!”

The utmost favorite thing for Glirkazoids is playing the “GAME.”

It is really very simple.
They look for the most unlikely human to succeed, and help him/her to climb to the highest heights of wealth, fame, power and worldwide recognition.
However, even the best “Glirkazoidian Gamers” have failures from time to time. , Charlie Sheen, Lindsay Lohan and Pee-Wee Herman are three examples. 
I know what you are thinking.
Those people had a measure of success and fame.

Yes, that’s true, but the Glirkazoids wanted ALL three of them  to become president!
( What is that old saying about a “silk purse?”)

PLEASE! PAY ATTENTION TO THE NEXT PORTION OF THE Blog!
This may very well be the most important section of the whole dang blog because it’s all about ME!

Remember back in the first chapter of my first book, when the Glirkazoids saw me with their stare-a scope and started laughing?
Quote:"We flash back to Lef-tenant Sqraatz looking at me through the “stare-a-scope” and just laughing his/her “krapper” off!"
(It's hard to tell a Glirkazoid's sex without a thorough examination.)

No? Well, that’s what happened, bubble brain!
Anyway, they immediately discerned that I was a perfect “contestant” for the “GAME.”

We need to make an abrupt stop for a quiz!!!


UNDERLINE TRUE OR FALSE
1. Oglama loved criticism. True or False
2. One Glirkazoid escaped world destruction. True or False
3. Glirkan flowers make you puke. True or False
4. The mountains of Glirka look like Devo hats. True or False
5. The mountains of Glirka give you a rash. True or False
6. “Glirf” tastes like Dr. Pepper. True or False
7. Glirkan cities resemble San Francisco. True or False
8. DeVinci was a moron. True or False
9. Einstein was a Glirkazoid in disguise. True or False
10. The author of this book is still crazy. True or False

(More about me, me, me....next Wednesday!!!)

Monday, April 29, 2013

TRAVELIN' TUESDAYS

This post today is about my Mom "Pete," my Dad, brothers Dave and Dick, sisters Susan, Nancy, and Dee-Dee (my mean little red haired sister) and me, all preparing to TRAVEL from our apartment in the St. Louis Housing Projects to a real home in St. Louis County!



MOVING DAY!!!







Lemmings! Little furry, mindless lemmings! That’s just what we were. Following the crowd.



How could they leave the city? How could they leave St. Louis? Didn’t they ever watch “Meet Me in St. Louis”?


Leaving was gonna kill me! The hot mean streets, wailing sirens, drunks lying in their puke, bright lights, fast cars, fast women, I loved it all. 


I was five.





Oh, How I remember the day. Yes, how I remember, remember, (echo) remember, (more echo) remember, ‘member, ‘member (lots and lots of echo) ‘ber, ‘ber...

Memory bubbles taking you back...baaack....baaaaaaack...


The year is now 1955!

Me: What’s goin’ on?

Mean Little Red-Haired Sister: We’re moving, stupnagle!


Dick: Ready for this lamp yet?


Dad: No.


Me: Where we movin’, Mom?


Pete: (Wrapping glasses in newspaper) Hackensack.


Me: No, really.


Pete: Go play with your coconut heads.


Dave: Where do you want the piano?



Sue: We don’t have a piano!



Dad: (Carrying one end of the couch) (Whining) Pete! How did I ever let you talk me in to movin...


Pete: (Said with no expression) Shut up, Paul.

Dad: (Smiling) Pete, I’d slap you silly if I knew I could take you in a fair fight.


Dick: Where should I put this lamp?


Pete: (Wrapping penguin salt shaker in newspaper) Put it where the sun don’t shine.


Nancy: Can I bring this doll?


M.L.R.H.S: That’s not your doll!! It’s Jane’s doll from next door!


Pete: (Very Loud) Po – lice man! Come and get Nancy.


Nancy: Well, it looks like my doll.


M.L.R.H.S: Shhuuuuure!


Nancy: Take a long walk off a short pier!



M.L.R.H.S: If you had a brain you’d be dangerous!


Nancy and M.L.R.H.S. stick their tongues out at each other and make that sound kids make when they do that.

I don’t think I can spell it but I’ll try. “Emyea!” Mom can’t stand it any longer. She grabs them both and says her most famous line.

Pete: “Kiss my foot on Grand and Olive!” Now you two kiss each other. (Anything would have been easier to face.
Horse-whipping, (how would you like to be whipped with a horse), firing squad, the Iron Maiden, the Rack, anything but having to kiss each other.

M.L.R.H.S. and Nancy: No! No! We’ll be good! Please, not that!
Yuck! 

(Mom, mercifully, lets them go.)


Dave: (Pointing to me) Are we taking this?


Pete: Leave it.


Me: Ha, Ha, Very funny. I wish we weren’t moving.


Dad: (Lifting one end of the T.V.) Wish in one hand and sh— in the other and see which one gets filled the fastest.


Me: Dad! Please! I’m eating a Baby Ruth.


Dad: (Putting the T.V. down) Pull my finger.



Me: No way! Once is enough! (I wonder if Dad ever realized that he was the only one who thought that was funny.)


Susan: I’m running away from home.

Pete: O.K., but remember you’re not allowed to cross any streets.


Sue: That’s not fair!


M.LR.H.S: (Wearing red, official Dale Evans, cowgirl hat) That’s life.


Sue: What’s life?


M.L.R.H.S: A magazine.



Sue: How much does it cost?


M.LR.H.S: A dime.


Sue: I only have a nickel.


M.L.R.H.S: That’s life.


Sue: What’s life?


M.L.R.H.S: A magazine.


Pete: (Using Ajax on the sink) Enough already!


M.LR.H.S: Can we say it one more time?


Pete: Let’s don’t and say we did.


Neighbor Kid 1: Where ya movin’?


M.LR.H.S: To the county.


N. K. 1: To the country?


M.LR.H.S: No, knucklehead. The count-tee! It’s a mixture of the city and the country.


N.K. 1: Huh?


M.L.R.H.S: Yeah, um, we will be, uh, riding ponies to school, catching fish and alligators for food, but we will still be within walking distance from the world’s biggest shopping

center.

N.K. 1: Wow!


M.LR.H.S: Oh, well, that’s not all! We will have gardens and flying cars and-----



Pete: And what?


M.L.R.H.S: Wha-Wha-What? I was, uh, just telling a little story. um-----


Dad: (Taking a bed apart) Pete! Where did Dave and Dick go?


Pete: Up Buck’s butt to see the sunrise.


Dad: Is this our baby?


Pete: (From the other room) What does it look like?


Dad: It has a deer face and a bear butt.


Pete: No, that’s Lorraine’s baby from two doors down.


Dad: (Baby on his knee, singing to baby; roughly to the tune of “Barnacle Bill the Sailor”). 

If the river was whiskey and I was a duck, I’d swim to the bottom and never come up.


Sue: (Disgusted) Great! It’s raining cats and dogs outside!



M.L.R.H.S: And I just stepped in a poodle.


Dad: (Holding baby on his head--he was fearless. Singing roughly to the tune of “Mama Don’t Allow No Banjo Playin’ Round Here”.)


Eagles they fly high in Bombay,

Eagles they fly high in Bombay.
Eagles they fly high and they putt putt (This sound made by making “fart” sound by blowing on babies belly) in your eye.
It’s a good thing cows don’t fly in Bombay.


Me: Would you tie my shoe?



Pete: Uh huh. (Ties shoe) Cows-ass? I mean, how’s that?

Me: Fine.

Dad: You know what?


Me: What?


(Dad got real close and looked like a fish-eye camera picture)

Dad: Chickens Butt. Ever see one on a goose?

With that vision of fowl butts on the brain, we finally got loaded up and moved to St. Ann...a St. Louis suburb...

(More next Tuesday)

♫MADNESS MUSIC MONDAYS♪♪


How would you like the job of making a trip to hell, to try and sell matches to the devil?!!


Well, that's what it's like trying to pitch a song you've written to the people on Music Row in Nashville!
The devil has enough matches, and Nashville has enough songs, according to the Nashville elite.






I went to Nashville twice, to play my demo cassette tapes for them, and it was kind of a nightmare of the worst kind for a hopeful musician.


Forget about getting inside the gigantic publishing companies, like Sony!
That is like trying to get into Fort Knox!







Even the small publishers have their doors locked off to the public, and they won't "buzz" you in unless they know you.


If by some miracle you talk (or trick) your way into a publisher's office, they give you about 5 minutes, and if by another miracle they play your song, it's only for 10 seconds! 
If they don't hear something they think is out of this world amazing, in 10 seconds, they shut it off!
At least, that was my experience.


I wrote the song below to express my feelings on how Nashville broke my heart, but to cover over the pain, I made a funny video with it, to try and make you believe Nashville didn't scar my soul for eternity and beyond!

If you listen to the words closely, you will be able to actually feel the agonizing heartache I suffered when all my hopes and dreams were shattered and trampled upon by cruel, greedy, people that were not very nice and friendly to this poor wretched wandering  minstrel. ( This was during my "minstrel period")
Listen up!
If you are thinking about traveling to Nashville, or New York, or L.A. to make it BIG as a musician...here's my advice..
GO FOR IT!
Seriously, even though I was heartbroken at the time, I would not trade the experience for anything!
It would have been more agonizing to never have gone, and always be wondering "what if!"

Also, you never know if maybe one day they'll be looking through their boxes and boxes of cassette tapes and find one of mine, give it a listen, and I'll become a "Nashville Cat" after all!

So, anyway, Gary the Glirkazoid is portraying me in the video, and I think he gives an Academy Award winning performance in recreating my anger and frustration after Nashville broke my wittle heart!
Get yourself some tissues, 'cause this is a real tear jerker!

Begin watching...


Oh, Nashville, You're breakin' my heart,
You never loved me from the start,
Ain't looking pretty,
Miss Music City,
Oh, Nashville, You're breakin' my heart.

Oh, Nashville, You're killin' my dreams,
Tease Town you really ain't what you seem.
You said I'd make it, girl why'd you fake it,
Naughty, naughty, Nashville, You're killin' my dreams.

I laid down my money to play in your game,
But you don't want me in your Country Hall Of Fame,
Hillbilly baby, I'm showing my age,
And I never played the Grand Ole Opry stage.

Oh, Nashville, You've taken my soul,
And made it black as Kentucky coal,
You watched my tears roll down mean ole Music Row,
Oh, Nashville, You've taken my soul.

Oh, Nashvville...You're breakin' my heart.




THANK YOU!