Ever Been To Electric Lady Land?

Today's fictional readers are going to be known as the Balloons but not in honor of a former classmate of mine and his nicknaming someone Balloon. It just sort of rhymes with the Jim Rome Clones or comes close enough to doing so as far as I am concerned. He even addresses his audience in Old Trapper radio spots as Clones; who am I to argue with success?

I cannot think of much phony baloney fake significant trivia this afternoon. The best I can seem to come up with has to do with a Batman knock off show on the CW that I have never watched. The star ( a lesbian? ) broke her neck in addition to some ribs and was diagnosed with a tumor. She was fired unjustly or so it would seem to some. Anyone who has experienced this knows that there is a feeling beyond description, the stuff of disgusting horror flicks. Only those close to the situation can say with certainty anything but I recall an ex employer who did not seem to miss a beat when I had a job stress related injury. I do not recall the male Bat People being injured in order to produce essentially campy comedy. The only real hokey controversy involved the fact that the original guys were not invited to participate in a whole lot of lucrative film opportunities, post series.

This site seems to, with certain browsers perhaps, have installed a nice sweet feature whereby one's word count is precisely calculated as one types. This takes some if not most or even all the pressure off regarding minimum word count for submitting.

I hate to ( or do I? ) resort to having to insert a body of water into this piece to possibly gain miniscule if not microscopic reads but...well, you do what you have to do and pay the freight. Maybe this could be a Wander piece or something. I just read a touching piece about a camping trip that involved fishing at a Canadian river. This brings to mind The Boundary Waters of Minnesota, where I killed roughly a week in the late seventies. Should any prospective readers be interested in, say, an August excursion for canoeing in and around Canada's BW's be prepared for horrific mosquitoes at dusk. The group I traveled with employed tarpaulins for the most part, rather than tents, with terrible results ( in retrospect, terribly comedic ) . Being as how the waters consist of a series of lakes that people portage in between you must anticipate some precipitation. This feeds the blood suckers. If you turn out to be gullible ( creative? ) like I was in my middle teens it may occur to you to simply float in a canoe in the middle of a body of water all night and avoid being eaten to the point of feeling ravaged. I fantasized about doing just that on a nightly basis but did not own the canoe or actually attempt to commandeer it. Also, if you spend significant time at this destination hanging your food supply at night in a tall tree will be advisable due to rumored bear activity at night. One morning, one of our group found a bass skeleton still attached to a hook that he had left in the water overnight.

Isle Royale comes to mind as well ( located in Lake Superior ) where a similar week or so was spent. I recommend both destinations, each for different reasons. There was something amusing about waking up to Moose at Royale; at first I thought I was hearing something that sounded like a washing machine outside the no frills cabin we were inhabiting.

This Foggy Waters prompt is supposed to include a horrible portion and my naturally pessimistic attitude lends itself to this kind of stuff pretty effectively. On the way home from Michigan I had the worst night theretofore of my existence after too much warm beer for my then fourteen year old self. A schoolmate sold the stuff to myself and another kid who was unaffected, he being somewhat accustomed to beer drinking. Needless to say, the beer exited my system over the course of the ensuing evening, right up until daylight. I had tried to use the one boy's stove gas without paying for it, to get a fire going on a cold morning on the Isle; revenge must have been at least bittersweet, judging by the expression on his face after my night of the living dread. Back then puking was referred to as meeting Ralph.

Another similarly miserable experience I had involved my having spent the night with a supposed friend when I was eleven years old. The family was Catholic; the six kids all were sent to their denominations parochial prep schools. Horrifically the schools were separated by gender. Long story short, I ate too much popcorn for my host's liking and he had his younger brother kick down the Army cot I was to sleep in, repeatedly while I was trying to sleep.

I heard on the radio that Germany's Catholics are considering bringing the denomination out of its dark ages mentality by allowing for same sex marriages and perhaps female Priests to be ordained. EWTN's broadcasters do not approve of this, predictably.

I am finding the financial side of this site to be abhorrible while I am getting horrible things out of my system. This points out perhaps the fact that I am in dire need of someone to partner with if I am ever to get any remuneration whatsoever from anything I do in life.

Another horror story of a different nature according to ex sports broadcaster Clay Travis and his partner Buck Sexton involves slave labor reportedly and the National Basketball Association. Reports indicate that certain hoops stars are bitching/moaning about the United States while they themselves endorse products produced under extreme duress overseas in China. The Limbaugh substitute hosts say that human rights violations are significant but my personal opinion is that Made in China will continue to be innocuous as it always has been.