Ku-Ku aint crazy

Buddies,

My homeboy, Dennis Kucinich, has intrducd 35 artickles of impeachment against Presdent Bush.

Read em (in PDF format) and weep (since none of em is likely evr to be votd on).

th merry merry munt o May

Buddies,

Theres a building here in town that gots, like, lotsa graffiti cut inta th brick.  Some o th graffiti is pretty dangd old.  I wannad to get some pitchrs o th stuff from th erly 1900s, but th friend I was travlin wif wannad to take some pitchrs o me standin nex to th brick and by th time she was done takin em pitchrs th battries in my camra was deadski.

Happly, th one realy good pitchr I was able t take is especialy fittin fer my May post here at th Hole.

sombr

Buddies,

Bfore there was a Joey Polanski Show in th blogassfear — and I think I may a-toldjas, in a past post ovr at th Show, that there HAS been a Polanski Show, in some form & forum or othr, since as far back as 1975 — th Man Bhind th Curtain was talkd by a friend inta tryin his hand at bloggin. It was, ocourse, that initial THRILL o creatin a FIRST blogski — that sense o how EASY it was, and that feelin o gratifickation in seein yerself reflecktd in cybrspace — that led, rathr promply, to th creation o th blogassfearick version of th Polanski Show that yas all know & loveski.

This post aint a rehash o th awready-tolt story bout how th JPS began as a gag that might be found, and coud only REALY be undrstood, by my brothr Piet; and how it soon became sompm intended fer a widr readrship of a appropriately squirrely variety. Nor is it intended as a post about that pre-JPS blogski startd way back when by th Man Bhind th Curtain. Its about a incident that occurrd right afttr that pre-JPS blogski was startd, some more recent events, and th thougts prvoked by em.

Th Man Bhind th Curtain dint know what to expeckt when he first took to bloggin. And so he was kinda srprisd when almost instantly aftr launchin that blogski, a coupla coments was postd on th intrducktory post. Naturaly, th Man Bhind th Curtain was curious about th fokes who so promply discoverd that blog; and so he followd th bloggers Blogger profiles back to thei blogskis. One o them coments came from a chick who was doin th standard chick-thing — a diary blog about this & that. She & her blog aint what promptd th writin o this post. It was th blog writ by th othr prson who chimd in on th first post evr publishd by th Man Bhind th Curtain.

That othr bloggr was a guy who startd his blog when he found out he had ALS (also known as Lou Gehrigs Disease), and th prpose o his blogski was to chronickle th progress o th disease. Now, fer those o yous who dont know, ALS is just about AWWAYS fatal; and so when I say th prpose o th guys blogski was to chronickle th progress o th disease, I mean it was to chronickle th final decline o th guy imself.

Now, ocourse, this aint th kind o blogski that ya coment on — unless, I sppose, yer a close friend o th guy, or a membr of his famly. I mean, whaddr ya gonna say about a post reportin th latest reduction in th poor guys grip-strennth, ya know? So th Man Bhind th Curtain bookmarkd th blogski, but nevr commentd on it; and, as th Mans bloggin energys was transferrd from that pre-JPS blogski to th JPS itself — where cooprative shtick was one o th principl aims — he visitd that guys blogski less & less.

Well, recently there been cause to revisit lotsa old bookmarkd sites, and th Man Bhind th Curtain learnt that this ol fella — (atchualy, he was sompm of a young fella) — finaly passd. At some point, a trustd friend or famly membr took ovr th blogski; and, ocourse, th final post announcd th sad event. Seein this put me in mind of a guy I usta listn to on th radio back in th early 1990s — a guy namd Bob Lassiter, who was then doin a nighttime talk show on WLS outta Chicago. (My city bein right smack in th middle o th flat part o th country, I can pick up radio signals from all ovr th friggin place at night — from WBZ in Boston to some places in th Frisco area.) Anyhow, Mad Dog Lassiter dint last long at WLS and I always wonderd what happmd to im. So not too long ago, I was doin some Wiki-reserch and found out that th Mad Dog died not too long ago — of some kind o kidny ailment — and that his decline was more or less chronickld on a blog he maintaind.

So alla this has me wondrin: If you knew that yer final decline was beginnin — like you was expecktd to be deadski by some defnite point in th foreseeable future — woud you make this part o yer blogski?

March

This heres my March post.

flyin time

Buddies,

Lets bid a fond farewell to Leap Day 2008.   And lets get ready fer time to start a-flyin.   Cause by this date nex year, I think itll awready be 2012.

thrice foold?

Buddies,

I hear that Ralph Nader is gonna run fer presdent again this year.

Well … atchualy, what I heard was that hes gonna form a presdential exploratory committee.

But seriosly, fokes: what coud a exploratory committee tell him that woud convince him not to run?

“You wont be able to raise enough money”?
“You cant get elecktd”?
“You might help get a Repudlickr elecktd”?

Nevr stoppd im bfore … th fuckr.

addition = subtracktion

Buddies,

Where I werk, my job rsponsibilitys change somwhat from one seasn to th next. Some seasns are busyer than othrs. Th Fall seasn is typickly a busy one. This prtickular Fall seasn is busyer than most.

Add to this th fackt that th job I do is intrestingly … ummm … cmpartmentlizd; and wiffin each cmpartment theres sorta a cyckle, wif hi-pressure periods and lo-pressure periods. Ockasionaly, th hi-pressure periods in all cmpartments come at th same time. This been happnin wif cnsidrable frequency this Fall seasn.

Add to this th fackt that where I werk, there aint no one whos paid to handle organizational mattrs — yknow, mattrs relatin to th efficiency wif which alla us is able to do our individual jobs all coordinatd-like — and I, evr th pracktickle one, am th only one inclind to take on em extra tasks.

Add to this th fackt that in th corse o my reggalr job-acktivitys, I dont have no direckt contackt wif any o th othr fokes that do th same thing I do — yknow, th fokes wif whom Id hafta deal in dvelopin a plan fer th coordination o our prformances. So alla this extra werk I done took upon myself hasta be carryd out fru email cmmunications wif sevral othr fokes — some o whom is, quite frankly, rtarded.

So, then, what does alla this addin add up to? Yous fokes awready know! It adds up to th near-totl subtracktion o Joey Polanski from th blogassfear. See, I aint spendin any less time online than usual; its jus that a great deal more o that time is spent on em werk-rlated tasks — readin emails, writin em, and urinatin on my co-werkrs (in effigy, ocourse). When alla that stuffs done, alls I wanna do is shut off my cmputr and go vegitate somwheres.

I dcided to keep puttin up posts ovr at th JPS, rathr than jus disappearin altgethr. But I pretty much hadta stop makin my usual rounds o th blogs I like readin & comentin on. Evn tho that goes hard against Polanski principple, it seemd most cnsistnt wif Polanski principple of alla th altrnative options. I mean, I couda made cursry apearances, I guess — makin incidentl coments wifout worryin is they was werf makin — or I couda visitd some blogs & not othrs. I hope yall know that them aint my way o doin things. A coment aint a courtesy, its a creation. I cant do it in a cursry way wifout feelin like Im bein derelickt in my duty. And all Polanski Playrs is equals: Joey dont play favorits. Bein unable to visit and cntribute to all, I felt it best to visit & cntribute to none — hard as that is to reckoncile to th idea that its all about th PLAY.

Anyhow, I aint been deef to yer coments lamentin my minimal presence in th naybrhood; and I thougt I shoud finaly say sompm bout th mattr. While I can only be movd by th knolledge that I been missd, Im ocourse saddnd to know that I been saddnin my friens by my extended absence. I aint quite sure I buy th sugjestion that Im a kinda glue that holds tgethr th little cmmunity thats growd up around th Polanski Show. I think Im more like a laddr thats servd to take us all up to a crtain elevatd plane: once weere up, tho, th laddr aint especialy needed no more. And Im pretty sure that th JPS famly woud hang togethr jus fine wifout me on th scene.

Dont ferget, once a homunckulus takes that first breaff, nothin more is needed from th alckemist. Not evn th pickle jar.

That havin been said, I shoud add that I have no intention o retirin jus yet. But I want my cntinued presence in th blogassfear to be correckly prceivd fer what it is.

Yknow … a totaly unnecesary fuckin annoyance.