How a dollar can make a difference.

With all the holiday giving these days and calls to donate to political parties, kids with cancer, veterans groups, dogs with three legs, diseases that don't really sound that bad and flag football leagues for the colorblind, I've continued my philanthropy with this little act of generosity. see image to left

It stuck my head some time ago while taking care of business and I've continued this socio/political exercise on occasion for the last year or so.

I generally don't premeditate this action, as was the case today, on Dewey Avenue, Greece NY.

You see, I'm interested in changing someone's life with one dollar. How bad is this country going if someone goes to lengths to secure this Federal Reserve Note for themselves? Or for that matter some jackass that takes this legal tender and pisses on it. Will this be a topic of conversation for the person in charge of restroom cleanliness? Surely the initials on the door stating the last inspection by qualified personnel indicate attentive oversight of the premises and therefore it must be addressed in a timely fashion.

Crass you say? When was the last time you intentionally left money for the taking in a public place? My hope is to persuade the finder to think about this act and their response and possible action for the sacred Almighty dollar. A grassroots version of Andres Serrano's Piss Christ. Art for the people, without public funding and appropriate for all ages.

My only mistake was in the orientation of the bill. In God We Trust is on the back. My bad.

An OCD wet dream.

Holy fucking shit! A SALE. A SALE on containers. I am weak. I am not well. So many things to organize and so little time to plan the organization.

PDF's of screen shots from around the world wide web.
Post It notes: both alphabetized and color coded.
Index cards of detailed information from above mentioned Post It notes.
Thumbtacks.
Redundant backups and backups of backups.
Found objects.
European Playmobil figures depicting the state of the world.

If I continue with this list any further, I may not stop listing the things to be organized.

Let the illness begin.

Chaos is better.

Christmas Day, Rochester, NY 2007

Rochester, NY 12/21/07

Operation Welcome Home.

East Rochester, NY 12/20/07

Picasso stolen in Brazil.

From Reuters:
Three thieves broke through the main door of the museum just after 5 a.m., then smashed another glass door while an accomplice kept watch outside, de Moura said. They spent only three minutes inside the building.

There was no alarm on either door. Security cameras filmed the break-in but not the exact moment when the paintings were lifted from the walls, he said.


Sconset and Monkey have obtained this image of surveillance footage from DADA in France.

How better to say Merry Christmas...

...than with a swatch of cotton up your ass.

I had the opportunity a while back to purchase a thong. Not just any thong, but a special thong, the kind dreams are made of. This is not some sort of black market undergarment scheme.

This is politics.

Around the time David Dunning, threw his hat in the ring for the Democratic nod for Chili Town Supervisor, he introduced a line a campaign products to raise necessary funds to challenge incumbent Tracy Logel. Feeling the pain of the underdog I looked at the line of Double D swag available for purchase. I've got a shitload of coffee cups, don't need any Tshirts and most certainly am not in need of a another politically charged bumper sticker.

And then there it was. All .006 cubic yards of pure white American made cotton. A thong with the phrase Elect David Dunning on the front and the whaletail reserved for Vote Dunning, Dunn-Right, Dunn-Openly, Dunn-Honestly.

Dunn Deal, said the monkey as he reached for the Visa, sans the phrase In God We Trust.

I suppose I had greater altruistic intentions for this item, rather than the selfish vision of my wife with David Dunning emblazoned in her nether regions.

As of yesterday, I secured the signature of Supervisor Elect Dunning on said item and have made the decision to auction this garment to the highest bidder with the proceeds being donated to the charity of choice by the winning bidder.

This lovely item, one of only two in existence according to Dunning HQ, is American made, signed, 100% cotton and unworn.

This is history people, so suck it up and get your freak on for America. Granted it doesn't have the allure of the blue dress, it by all means comes from the heart in this season of giving.

Failing a successful auction, phase two of my philanthropic venture will be a calendar featuring the famed Double D thong showcased by some local "talent".

Bid here on eBay.

HA! Take that you stinkin' hippies!

Hüsker Dü, Eight Miles High

Don't believe the hype.

We'll get less snow than expected
December 16, 2007 7:17 am — This weekend's snowstorm will be less severe than originally forecast.

democratandchroncle.com

Conditions will deteriorate rapidly late Saturday night and early Sunday morning, becoming very difficult...maybe even impossible at times.
13wham.com

Winter BLAST:
Major Winter Snowstorm Underway into Monday LATEST HEADLINES:
--16-24" expected in metro Rochester by Monday

WROC

... afraid the storm could end up like The Blizzard of '77. This time around, he's stockpiling things like milk, eggs and water.

10 NBC

Do you get it?

What do people do when they're told to be afraid? Spend money.

Water, milk, eggs, booze, snow blowers, shovels, videos, gas, generators, gloves, more gas, condoms, gigantic tvs, PS3, Sony Wii, Guitar Hero, ammunition, Oreos, board games, hotel rooms for Hannah Montana concert, Coach bags, calendars, cards, new windows, dining room tables, sex toys, guns, more gas, duct tape, super glue, BandAids, fancy pens, perfume etc. etc. etc.

IT'S THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD!!!!

Is this playing Monday morning quarterback on a Sunday morning? Not really and there's plenty of time for me to be wrong regarding the weather, but then again I'm not talking about the weather.

If it snowed ALOT or it didn't the result was the same.

Fear. Spend money. Feel secure. Lather rinse repeat.

Sound familiar?

It's F'loom for you, I say.

Here's a little clip from a photographer friend of mine.

Kinda like Peter Paul and Mary meet the Butthole Surfers.

Better yet, Simon And Garfunkel meet Einstürzende Neubauten.

'Tis the season of The Assumption

Conversation from this morning. I thought it would be rude to Live Blog this one.

Are you ready for Christmas?

No.

I'll bet your boys are getting excited about Santa.

Not really.

Did you get pictures of them with Santa?

I think they're too old for that silliness.

I get so excited during the Christmas season, don't you?

Not so much.

Well, just make sure you get your wife something special.

Thanks for the advice.

Merry Christmas!

(fin.)

I think I handled this one quite well, aside from the casual Merry Christmas! when I'm buying duct tape, a lighter and some Bactine, this exchange went a bit further than expected. I didn't bust out with the A-word. That always seems to get people's panties in a bind. I can understand that there are quite a few people, in this nation of ours, that celebrate Christmas and/or shopping for Him. But I have to wonder if maybe, just maybe, was I in this moment because I don't look like I follow another path than that of J.C.

The acerbic pen of Ralph Steadman

A nice little blurb about a personal favorite. Newsweek scrapes the surface of this genius.

Quote of the day.

"Life and death is a moment"

-Refrigerator magnet poetry, from my ten year old son.

My apologies for the last post.

For those of you too weak to enjoy Universal Healthcare, people helping people, here's a nice Sunday after church vid for you.


And for all the others, don't mess with Texas, the one and only Butthole Surfers.

Home Surgery

You're welcome.