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Sick Day

I’m sick with the 70 degree flu, that is. Although after practice last night, I did drink the remainder of an Xtreme Orange Flavored Mountain Dew that Jane must have placed in the fridge, the caffeine from which kept me up half the night.

It’s now 9:23 am and I’m sitting in the Broadway computer lab at PSU typing away on an iMac, waiting for Jane to finish her doctor’s appointment. Fun , it is.

Anyway, I’ve barely used any sick time in my job and only five weeks remain before my departure. I’ve still got work that needs to get done, however its not imperative that any of it gets done today. The boss is out of town so what’s the harm… I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow.

Anyway^2, check out the newly updated “RACKET!!!” section of this blog [wink], [wink],…[hint]….[hint].

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Cue Pomp and Circumstance…

…and roll out the red carpet MothraFuchers, The Daily Record of the Most Boringest Life on Earth has been GOOGLIZED! Entering “getyourthugon” or “daily record of the most boringest life on earth” into the search bar will bring up this page on the search list.

I knew that this day would come. Thank you dear readers for all of your support. 🙂

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A Question, For Those of You in the Know

The chosen past time of my friends and I the past few weeks has been to watch Twin Peaks while under the influence of heavy intoxicants. These get-togethers of ours introduce the “soap opera” to me for the first time. Now, I finally understand why the show received the fanfare that it did when it was first broadcast in my elementary and junior high school years.

Anyway, as I watch, I continually find myself wondering: is the, for lack of a better word, hokeyness of the noir cinematography, the ridiculously emotive/repetitive background music and the forced acting deliberate (after all, the eccentric characters and the intricate while seemingly spontaneous storyline were obviously quite carefully crafted) in which case I would rate these qualities on par with modern HBO dramas –a truly remarkable feat, considering the series was filmed for evening network TV in the early 90’s– OR are the above identified qualities in question the unintended byproducts of David Lynch and company’s style, that, coincidentally and quite perfectly, typify daytime soap operas?

I feel dumb asking this question because I think the answer is obvious to any hardcore TP fan. Unfortunately, the state of my consciousness during all of the episodes that I’ve seen so far, has hindered my ability to judge for myself.

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The Title of this Blog says “Daily Record”!…WTF!?!

Yeah, yeah I know alright. I’ve been busy as a mother this week. So like… sorry for not posting at the frequency I established for myself.

Next week things should cool down a bit — as if I don’t say that every week. Tonight I’m goin’ to Kuhn Pic’s Bahn Thai to meet friends for dinner. The restaurant is a converted house on Belmont. Overgrown shrubs obscure the vantange of onlookers from the street entrance. I stomped the grounds in front of it, for like, two years, cursing their uncontrolled vegetation, without knowing the true identity of that place. Jane finally enlightened me on an outing there for dinner a while back. Scrumptious, it was!

Tomorrow morning I’m goin’ to my usual Kung Fu lesson. Shortly thereafter, the band for which I drum, Clap Amp, will make it’s first attempt at multitrack recording. We hope that we can record three or four songs to put on a demo CD. On Mon, Aug. 1st we’re scheduled to open with Post Office Gals @ Chinatown’s Food Hole.

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Our Neighborhood: Ghett, Not Charming

Jane and I had a demoralizing thing happen to us this weekend. We drove to Bend on Saturday and spent the night there. Driving into our driveway on Sunday afternoon, we discovered that my bike, which Jane has been using to get around town for the past month or so, was toppled over in our front yard. I looked closer and realized that it had been run over with a car or truck. Not even the frame or handlebars are salvageable. The weird thing is that the perpetrators had to have thrown it back into our yard after they had run it over because there was no way they could have fit a vehicle where we found it. These actions suggest to us that the vandals targeted us personally.

We don’t know who did it, although we strongly suspect it was our duplex sharers. They have always been cold toward us and we routinely come home to find garbage of theirs littered on our side of the front yard. Jane went over, knocked on their door and asked them if they had noticed anything suspicious over the weekend… (i.e. our bike that had been thrashed, not 3 feet from their drive/ entry ways) they said that they hadn’t and pretty much slammed the door in her face. I guess “we had it coming” because we didn’t keep the bike inside, for the ONE night that we were out of town. Suddenly, neither of us are as enthusiastic about our neighborhood as we used to be.

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A Sample from Thug’s Work Email Inbox

I hope the following email warms the cockles of your heart as much as it did mine. The inner struggle that the author emotes in the following spam, truly, elicited tear generation in my ocular cavities:

From: Cascade Surplus Electronics sales@cascadesurplus.com
To:
BC: R*** E****
Subject: Saying goodbye to an old friend

Back in the 1980s, a long-haired kid was searching all over town for a tube
for a guitar amp he was trying to sell. Cascade Surplus Electronics seemed
to be the only place in town that still had vacuum tubes. That kid was in
his first year of college for Electronic Engineering and instantly became a
regular customer. Over the years entire paychecks were spent during the
legendary half-price sales. Little did he know that he’d be the one to
close down the old store at 8221 N Denver Ave.


I’d like to offer a big thank you to those who showed up to help with the
move. And also to those of you who have remained loyal customers over the
years. Great customers are the backbone of any business. I guess that’s
why it takes years for a business to really get off the ground.

CSE will live on. The new space is a bit cramped, stacked to
the ceiling in some places. Once I get the place a little more organized,
customers will be welcome to browse the shelves just like in the old days.
Ebay and web sales will be the main target, though.

The old store will be open Friday and Saturday this week to
sell off the last of the shelves, tables, and desks that won’t fit into the
new space. I’ll be in and out all weekend moving the last of the items left
with my pickup truck. We’re scheduled to hand the keys over Monday and
that’ll be it.

Again, thanks for your -support and I hope to see everybody again soon.
Tony Gould
Cascade
Surplus Electronics
17954 SE Division St
Portland, OR 97236
503-285-0832
503-762-4365

http://www.cascadesurplus.com/


I sincerely doubt that, at least throughout all of electronics dorkdom, a more poignant farewell has ever been written. Here’s to you Tony! Best wishes on your future EBay endeavors/exploits.

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BAD Country Song No. 4

I challenge all grammarians to decipher the chorus of this gem…

She said I seen you in here before
I said I been here a time or two
She said Hello my name is Bobby Jo
Meet my twin sister Betty Lou
And we’re both feelin’ kinda wild tonight
You’re the only cowboy in this place
And if you’re up for a rodeo
I’ll put a big Texas smile on your face
I said girls…

I ain’t as good as I once was
I got a few years on me now
But there was a time, back in my prime
When I could really lay it down
If you need some love tonight
Then I might have just enough
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once
As I ever was

I still hang out with my best friend Dave

I’ve known him since we were kids at school
Last night he had a few shots, got in a tight spot
Hustlin’ a game of pool
With a couple of redneck boys
One great big fat biker man
I heard David yell across the room
Hey buddy, how ’bout a helpin’ hand
I said Dave….

I ain’t as good as I once was
My how the years have flown
But there was a time, back in my prime
When I could really hold my own
If you want to fight tonight
Guess them boys don’t look all that tough
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once
As I ever was

I used to be hell on wheels
Back when I was a younger man
Now my body says you can’t do this boy
But my pride says oh yes you can…
I ain’t as good as I once was

That’s just the cold hard truth
I still throw a few back, talk a little smack
When I’m feelin’ bullet proof
So don’t double-dog dare me now
‘Cause I might have to call your bluff

I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once
As I ever was

I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once
As I ever was

As Good As I Once Was — Toby Keith

Random Thoughts:
1. Whose ass would end up grass in a fight between Glenn Danzig and the Keithster?

vs.

[whoa, from the looks of things at least they share an affinity for canines…har!]

2. Is it me or are ALL Texans jackasses?

3. Toby Keith endorses Ford trucks which, incidentally, have been reported to spontaneously catch on fire on occasion, often buring up the houses in which they are garaged, and/or the rednecks dumb enough to drive them. What does Glenn Danzig endorse?… Satan I’ll bet.

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…On Child Rearing

When I have kids and when they act up (which, judging by the behaviors of children in my gene pool, will be often) I’ll ‘reason’ with them once and only once. The second time I’ll tell them to quit. On strike three they’re gonna get pounded… and I won’t give a shit who’s watchin’! That was how my parents did it, and you know what? I’ve never had any trouble remembering manners or that there are other people on the planet besides myself. Perhaps my parents’ methods did traumatize me to some degree. That’s good. Life’s tough; the sooner a person learns it, the easier that person can suitably acclimate to it.

These days, I guess I’ve witnessed one Portland brat too many, running wild, destroying things, hitting playmate’s and/or random strangers, sassin’ his/her parental units while they, the parents, obliviously and complaisantly, stand back and expect all other’s to either ignore or find amusement in their little monster’s mayhem. I can’t decide if “progressive” parents believe that discipline, in all forms, is wrong or if they are just simply lazy.

A constructive dialog between a progressive parent and child:
“….no, please Soliloquy. You’re to young to be out in the street; nice girls stay on the sidewalk. Cars may not see you or hurt you …please Soliloquy, that hedgetrimmer is not for little girls to use. …Soliloquy, good girls don’t run up an tug on stray dogs’ ears, the doggie may not be a nice doggie… Soliloquy, I don’t think Pai likes you pulling his pants down… oh that!?! that’s what makes boys, boys.”

FUCK THAT!!!

Thug’s translation:
“…out of the street now and I may only make your ass sting for two minutes instead of five. …[after trimming a thick switch with the hedgetrimmer] now imagine if that were your finger; do you really want to play with this now!?! …that dog just might be hungry enough to bite a nice big chunk out of your butt… …Your friend Pai is very sick. He’s suffering from a bad disease that causes strange growths between his legs. If you want to keep from catching what Pai has then stay away from him.”

That’s good parenting!

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The Mother of All Cockfights!

Many thanks to my friend Pat for bringing the following article to my attention:

144 arrested at Tennessee cockfight
‘Reputedly, this was the largest cockfight in the United States’
Monday, June 13, 2005 Posted: 9:59 AM EDT (1359 GMT)

Law enforcement agents stand with suspects after a raid Saturday, near
Newport, Tennessee.

NEWPORT, Tennessee (AP) — Law enforcement agents raided an illegal
cockfight and arrested 144 people attending what one official said may
have been one of the nation’s largest such gatherings.

Several SWAT teams, helicopters and dozens of state troopers
participated in the raid Saturday on the sprawling Del Rio Cockfight
Pit. They seized about $40,000 in cash and killed more than 300
roosters.

“Reputedly, this was the largest cockfight in the United States,” said
District Attorney Al Schmutzer Jr. “It was becoming open and
notorious, and you just can’t stand back and let something operate
like that in the community.”

The 144 were each charged with being a spectator to cockfighting, a
misdemeanor in Tennessee. If convicted, they face up to 11 months and
29 days in jail and a $2,500 fine.

John Goodwin, of the Humane Society of the United States, who took
part in the raid, said it served notice on those conducting such
illegal operations. “I wouldn’t want to be a cockfighter in East
Tennessee right now,” he said.

David Webb, a gamecock owner from Rhea County, said he lost more than
20 chickens valued at $150 each during the raid. “I’ve been around
this stuff all my life. Everything I’ve ever known is a chicken
fight,” he said.


Newport, adjacent to the Great Smoky Mountains, is 42 miles east of Knoxville.

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“Today…I made life better!”

This link will orient the reader for my rant that follows.

Thugwithyoyo’s hierarchy of workers/professionals that “[make] life better” (in order of contribution to our society’s collective quality of life).

1) Farmers
2) Ranchers/Dairymen
3) Miners
4) Food processors
5) Food distributors
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9) Tool fabricators/Parts manufacturers
10) Textile producers/workers
11) Freight transporters (maritime, railroad, trucking)
12) Crude oil refinement/organic chemical production technicians
13) Power generation/Energy technicians
14) Sanitation workers
15) Hazardous materials cleanup technicians
16) Air-traffic controllers
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19) Construction workers/Craft workers
20) Law enforcement officers
21) Military personnel
22) Data entry/retrieval technicians
23) Transcriptionists
24) Nurses
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28) Scientific Researchers
29) Engineers
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34) Journalists
35) Jurists
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45) Legislators
46) Lawyers
47) Doctors
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63) Architects/Designers
64) Artists/Musicians
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101) Advertising executives
102) Prostitutes/Pimps
103) Television producers
104) Criminals
105) Corporate executives

Two things to note:
1) Notice how the earnings of the less contributing professions are typically greater than the earnings of the most needed occupations up top.

2) Notice that many of the much needed occupations, at the top of the list, on which American society most depends to thrive, are presently ‘outsourced’ to foreign countries.

The title of this post is a slogan that I’ve seen affixed to the sides of buses over the past month, most likely, with the aim to promote public opinion of the Legacy Healthcare System in Portland. I’ve seen several different versions of this ad with the same slogan; they typically picture a doctor, decked out in full scrub garb, (complete with stethoscope), standing in front of backlit X-ray or MRI or Ultrasound films or whatever the fuck else is supposed to be technically alien to a layperson. I speculate that the ad execs who decided to employ this strategy, did so to illustrate the grandeur and mystique of modern medicine; probably, with the intention of conjuring synonymous thoughts of medicine and godliness. If you haven’t already guessed, these ads annoy the piss out of me!

OK. I understand that Legacy’s slogan makes use of “life” both collectively and in the more metaphysical, consciousness/well-being of the individual, sense. Traditional western doctors excel at alleviating suffering from, and sometimes even curing, ailments after individuals have been stricken with them. For this, doctors should be respected.

Our (by ‘our’ I mean people of the developed, westernized world) improved quality of life, our reduced pestilence in comparison to that of civilizations of centuries past, and our much longer than what is biologically intended lifespans, we owe to the efforts of the workers in the industries at the top of my hierarchy. Improved quality of life and the necessities that certain occupations provide (i.e. goods, sanitation, shelter, security) have greatly improved our lives and health by preventing the occurrence of disease, malnourishment, and injury – problems that would have otherwise been much more prevalent in an American society deprived of such necessities. Improved health of the collective, by definition, implies that the health of the individuals that comprise it, has improved as well. It may be argued that even down at the level of individual persons, my topmost selected industries play bigger roles in health and quality of life, indirectly as they may be, than doctors do.

Please also bear in mind that in American society, doctors efforts primarily affect the affluent and those poor enough to qualify for government assistance. Neither economic demographic comprises the bulk of our country’s population distribution. Individuals that are neither affluent nor destitute, who require medical treatment, may seek it only at great expense to themselves (whether medical “benefits” are involved or not, it is the worker who is, either directly or indirectly, paying the bill). It is for the above reasons that doctors don’t make it very high on my list. Remember that the next time your attention is drawn to a glossy billboard deifying doctors.

Here’s a list of feel good medical ad campaigns:

Legacy Health System. (Portland, OR) was awarded a Gold [Aster] award, for:
“Total Ad Campaign “Today I Made Life Better””

Legacy Health System. (Portland, OR) was awarded a Silver [Aster] award, for:
“Total Ad Campaign “Because Kids Need Us””

Southern Illinois Healthcare / St. Joseph Memorial Hospital
(Carbondale, IL) was awarded a Silver [Aster] award, for:
“Today’s Medicine Timeless Care”


Saint Luke’s Health System (Kansas City, MO) was awarded a Gold [Aster] award, for:
“The Difference Makes The Difference”


Oregon Health & Science University (Portland, OR):
“Where Healing, Teaching and Discovery come together”


All Saints Mental Health & Addiction Services, (Racine, WI)
“The knowledge to help … the heart to heal.”

University of California, Davis Medical Center. (Sacramento, CA)
“The courage to help… the passion to heal”
… real original guys!

and, finally, my personal all time favorite also by UCDMC:
“…In the hands of doctors!”