Although
Surely, Hey Don't Call me Shirley, Hya! No Airplane Jokes Here! Y'all
Haven't been Holding Your Collective Breaths, Righto?
Or
turnin' Bleu', or is it Purple? Like those loveable but forgotten
Smurfs, Eh? As Hello once again my loyal, remaining No Fenders
readers...
For
those who care, I'm Still Stuck in 1st gear, or is it Reverse? Since
my winDOUGHS 10' Confuzers' been back to Ye Computer Shop again for a
Gory Third time, and now all I need is a new winDOUGHS 10 compatible
Monitor, Printer and presumably switching over to Zoomtext Fusion
2020, albeit I've never successfully mastered the plain 'Ol Zoomtext
2020 Screen reader Software which reputedly Don't work since I've
fought against the Planned Obsolescence of buying a Bitchin' New
Rectangular monitor as Randal', Thy Monitor King would croak; URGH!
And
Yeah, I won't pull too many "Iceman" Puns upon Yuhs. Y'all
Don't know who the Iceman Kuh-Kuh-Kuh-Choo' is? As I stole that witty
repartee from a recent Mark Thee Iceman" Worman episode of
Graveyard Carz from awhile ago now, which is one of the few TV Shows
I currently watch weekly - whenever it Airs. Mostly in Deference to
it coming outta my adopted Backyard, nee Springfield Oregon just
90mins away from Ye Coast, But I Digress...
AUTOS:
A Few TV Car Show Rewinds
As
Hopefully they haven't been ravaged by the Fires Engulfing Oregon!
since I've got Zero Clue how close the Holiday Ranch Fire was to
Springfield, but my 'lil Transistor Radio was Squawking multiple
Emergency alerts towards being prepared to Evacuate for several Days!
Having
already seranaded Y'all 'bout the ridiculously Idiotic travails of
why I haven't been posting any riveting, Uhm ramblin' eclectic
thoughts 'bout Der Vurld' de Motorsporten; Ja-Ja! Here upon No
Fenders lately, with the exception of the few Blogmeister Miguel's
been kind enough to post for Mwah before Dislocating his Shoulder;
YOUCH!
As
Thanks Microsoft, Zoomtext and Most of All, Google; NOT! For which
the "New & Improved, Wink-Wink, Nudge-Nudge" Hideous
Blogger Platform's interface I'd used for nearly 14yrs to post
everythingys' now affectionately known here on Nofendersville simply
as Blooger' since it's now a Piece 'O Shit!
Technology
Rears its Ugly Head Again...
Or
for an even more Scathing post upon Ye gOOgle Monster's STUPIDITY!
Uhm, ergo Brashness of turning Blogger into another Rotting Corpse,
Yikes! For which I'd really like to Shake the Head Clown in Charge's
Hand; Err Slap Him/her on Thee Back for this Mega Clusterfuck!
Google's
New Blogger Interface Does Not Work Properly
Although
trusty Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen who's told me many Ah-Time
'bout how one day civilization will discover this unique Tex-Mex'
Jumbaliah 'O Word Smithing I've used here upon Ye Isle 'O
Nofendersville for over a Decade now as Tomasan' and simply wonder in
Amazement what it means; Aye!
But
on a somewhat more serious note, she asked why can't I simply do like
Emily Dickinson did whilst awaiting solving my Myriad 'O Confuzer'
nee Computer problems, Eh? Notably how winDOUGHS 10 and Zoomtext 2020
currently won't interface correctly on my machine with each other,
before I can even "SEE" if it'll work on the new P.O.S.
Graphically "Enhanced" Blooger blogging platform?
As
I'd never heard of Emily dickinson before, which is somewhat strange
since she's lauded as being America's Best ever Female Poet. And I
was surprised to learn her story some Gory 134 years following her
Death in Bloody 1886; Aye Karumba! Having Died at the Age of 55 on
May 15, 1886.
Having
never heard of Miss Dickinson before, Mary Ellen told me the story of
how she prolifically wrote some 1,800 Poems unknown, which were only
discovered by her younger sister after her Death and then
subsequently published! Although somehow I Doubt this will occur for
Mwah...
Emily
Dickinson's I Felt A Funeral in My Brain
Alas,
as the Time-Space Continuum merrily continues marching on
uninterrupted, regardless of what's happening in our life's. Having
just finished listening to my Debutante Tom Robbins tome Tibetan
Peach Pie, his only work available in thoust preferred 'Ol School CD
Audiobook format from ye local Library.
'Ol
"Tommy Rotten's" Sardonic travails of his life ultimately
as a successful Novelist made me proclaim that Writing my No Fenders
Blog is a Privilege, not a Necessity, albeit I enjoy doing so as my
Daily Ritual, which I suppose is why I'm so tied in Knots over Not
being able to easily do so on Microsoft's latest creation, BARF!
And
whilst Name Dropping, Messer Robbins notes his various encounters
with the late Timothy Leary, claiming they became friends, which
weirdly made me immediately Flash Back to a Great Old Groovy classic
tune by The Moody blues.
VIDEO:
Moody Blues - timothy Leary's Dead
Whilst
Messer Robbins wraps up his latest novel by briefly mentioning the
terms Manifestation vs. Imagination, which I suppose is totally
Apropos in All walks of life along with the Serendipity of Coinciding
nicely with Ye late Messer Leary, Righto?
As
Robbins mention of Leary, plus his partaking in visiting Hate Ashbury
in 1967 during the "Summer of Love," which he and his
Girlfriend visited made me Flashback to Arse-sumedly Jefferson
Airplane's GURR-REATEST' Song? Or at least my favourite, simply
titled White Rabbit; Sing It Grace!
"One
Pill Makes You Larger
One
Pill Makes You Small
And
the Ones Mother Gives You
Don't
Do Anything at All
Just
Ask Alice
When
She's 10 Feet Tall
And
if You go Chasing Rabbits..."
VIDEO:
Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit
Obviously
Ye Indy 500's come 'N gone since my Blogging career was temporarily
Derailed, for which I've got another riveting Two-part Harmony, Err 2
Part No Fenders tome Ah-Waitin' posting. But as previously mentioned
above, I've got ZERO Clue when this will happen, as Thanks Blooger',
Bastardoes!
And
that was before All of the West Coast Caught on Fire during and
following the traditional ending of Summer, i.e.; Labour Day weekend.
For which I know California's in way worse Devastation, but Over 10%
Oregonians have been Forced to be under Evacuation orders to Depart
their Domiciles at Moments Notice; SHEISA!
Not
to mention the Horrific Smokeyness we've been enduring for over a
week's time when I was trying to finish this ramblin' tome.
As
it looked like the consistency 'O Chocolaty Brown Milk whenever I
went outside the first few days when Thar weren't No Sun!
Not
to mention it took me three days to realize there weren't any Bird
noises coming from my Pine trees...
Alas,
enough of Ye Debbie Downer' talk I suppose, Eh? As Ye World of Sports
has been transfixed by Football; Hut-Hut Omaha! Since Arse-sumedly
All of Gory Americre' is now Foaming at the Mouth over some
professional Pigskins being tossed about and Motor Racing takes it's
proverbial Backseat, Righto?
Although
I must confess I've somewhat enjoyed the Self Enforced Sabbatical
from Blogging Blooger's provided Mwah, especially since it's the
worst time 'O year for when I Cannot S-e-E the Gory Confuzer' Screen
and what I'm working upon during Summer's transition to Fall.
But
I do still plan to continue Blogging here at No Fenders one day soon
in earnest again, when I'll be fully 100% Functional, which now is my
Goal for 2021 when Hopefully we'll Ring in a Much Better Year!
As
Thanks Y'all for your Continued Patience...
Tomaso
VIDEO:
Peter Gabriel - Don't Give Up
Partial
Song lyrics from:
Jefferson
Airplane
Song:
White Rabbit
Album:
Surrealistic Pillow
Year:
1967