Friday, March 31, 2017

Cause I'm Naive, I Still Believe


The balance of good and evil. Yin- yang. Or, MPS. Milwaukee Public School board members have voted, unanimously, the school will be safe havens for illegal immigrants.

Been a long time since I've given a Thingy Award. Hey, it's better than a poke in the eye.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

"Wow Wow Toaster"


Even Nobel Laureates start somewhere. Bob Dylan was once Robert Zimmerman. He was a Midwestern boy and had spent some time in Wisconsin. He even wrote a song.

Yeah, a really kind a bad song. It will go on the auction block today or tomorrow, starting at $30,000.


Read Dylan's "Wisconsin" lyrics, with its original spelling mistakes, below:

"1. Wisconson [sic] is the dairy state
I guess you all know well
I was in Wow Wow Toaster there
The truth to you I'll tell
It's milk & cheese & cream
I've known 'em all my days
I'm going back to my hometown I'm leaving right aways

2. I'm a heading out Wisconson ways
2000 miles to go
Madison, Milwakee
[sic] set's my heart aglow
I'm a coming to that dairy state
My heart's a beating fast
I'll jerk my banjo gently there
And twiddle my mustache

3. There's thoughts I left there long ago
One a coming now it seems
I'll tune my banjo than the hills
And feast on milk and cream
And stamp my foot all thru the grass
And never know a care
My homes in Wow Wow Toaster
And I'm a going there

The song continues on the verso:

1. These people with you city ways
Are driving me insane to drink
My home's in Wisconson it's a better place I think
I've been in California
My home's in Wisconson
And I’m gonna own the town 

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

IT - Official Teaser Trailer





Oh, yeah.

March Madness


Just a thought cause I'm still trying to wake up, but I really haven't seen anyone in charge address the issue of innocent people being blown away by guns. Yesterday, a husband, father, and friend of so many was buried simply because he was doing his job. He was in the wrong place, wrong time, when a gang of thugs decided they wanted his car. Why they had to kill this man is something I cannot understand. I am tired of idiots bringing up the second amendment when it comes to their stash. Of course, the animals who aimed a rifle at Greg Zyszkiewicz's head probably never heard of the second amendment- an amendment written for another time, another era. Mass murder is becoming so common, it is just a scroll on the bottom of your screen, now, so we don't miss our favorite show.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

My Blood Runs Cold


(((heyheyhey))) What a silly story. This woman who has already used up her fifteen minutes has decided she is, "transracial."  Huh? Rachel Dolezal, who really, really wants to be black, but is really, really white, says it's just a state of mind. She feels black, therefore, she is black. I'm not sure exactly what she feels, I'm thinking, confusion. You'd have to ask her. I'm sure she'd be glad for another ten minutes of our time.

That reminds me, I ordered one of those DNA kits to find out where I come from. I'm pretty sure it's going to be boring. German, Irish, Swedish. Boring. I'm hoping some mad Viking had a fling with an Inuit. I prefer the cold. I would be surprised if I had any hot Latina blood coursing through me, although that would be cool, cool as in a neato kind of way. I shall keep you abreast of my origins. I'm sure it will be quite dull.

Call me, Thingy from Thor and Lusa.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Another Trump Dump


I've ridden the California Zephyr twice in my life. Both were life changing times. Not because of the train ride, although it will be a part of my transition forever. The first time I traveled the train, I was 20 and lost. I had no idea what I wanted to do in my life. I was running away from a bad relationship, bad job and all the skeletons I tried to lose along the way. The second time was when I didn't think I wanted to live anymore. It was, to say the least, a very strange trip. Yet, both times, the life out there is imprinted within. I had days to think as I looked upon such amazing scenery.  I had days to bump shoulders with other passengers. I sat next to a young man who was just coming back from his mother's funeral. I could only listen to him as he tried to hold in his grief. I shake my head in disbelief because these days people would rather get to where they are going, fast, faster, fastest. For me, I needed the time, needed to see such beauty. It gave me time to think about my own life.

Now, our leader wants to eliminate the California Zephyr. He wants to save a few dollars so he can build his wall. It's no secret, I despise this man with all my being, already. For him to take this away just enforces everything I think about this awful, horrible crumb of a man.


Someday, I will travel the Zephyr again, because there are people like me who will not let this die. We may have to wait four years, but, my travels on this train will never leave me. This one useless being, hopefully, will go back to his white tower and the destruction he will leave behind will be mended.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Body Language


You can tell a lot if you really look at whether people like each other or not. Just a thought, cause you can't see me. I'm still in my jammies and it's a little past ten am. I'll tell you why...





I stayed up late last night because I was watching, Love it or List it, that fabulous show on HGTV. I watch them all when I can, in marathon mode. Come on, everyone could tell Tarek and Christina

Wow, look at this ex-couple and their body language. Awkward

were not gonna last. Last night a couple complained because they only had $500,000 to spend on a house. You know, that's when I know I'm poor. If I had $500,000.... well, anyhoo...

So, after my fill of whiny people and gorgeous houses, I found, My 600 pound life, on TLC. I never knew so many people had gotten so big.

It's so scary, yet, I can't look away. It angers me to see families enable people who desperately need help. I even watched an autopsy on a woman who died from heart failure. She was 5'5" and weighed 238 pounds. I should have been a doctor. I thought it was fascinating.

Okay, time to leave Richard Simmons alone.


I did not watch the doc or whatever they call it, about the M.I.A. Simmons. He's okay. Just let him be, now.

So, it's almost ten am, I have not even had breakfast yet. It's dark and dreary outside, just the way I love it. I think I'll go back to bed.

Good morning.

Obama Celebration

Friday, March 24, 2017

Ding Dong



Ryan, follow the yellow curd road, home, dear. Your constituents want to see you.

No, it wasn't even close.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Closer, Closer to Home to the Homeless


Two and half days with no hot water. That is what has been happening in the Thingy home. Hopefully, it is fixed, and now, twenty people are going to shower at the same time. That should be fun, even if they are all in their own private part, washing their own private parts.

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Say, this is not good.  A homeless shelter could be closing soon. I'd like to blame it on Trump, but I can't. It's the shelter's neighbors who have had enough. I can sorta, kinda see their point of view. I walk that area often and there are people always sitting outside, smoking, talking, sometimes arguing. There is a park across the street which never has had a child in it, although there is a day care center across from it. I have seen men sleeping on the slide or park benches. Without this place, however....

This is the time where we have to care for each other. It just seems so dismal, so sad. Even so, I am grateful every single day for the roof over my head.

Me and my rubber ducky are outa here. Hope they left me some hot water.



Update, 3/28. So, this is the latest. First Step will no longer be open during the day. It sounds weird, but the people who run the shelter needed to appease the neighbors, yet try to continue helping those in need. Not sure of hours. I will be back.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Update, No Apology Necessary

Just a little update on a post I did, here, regarding Tim Allen's comment about comparing life with Trump as if it was 1930's Germany all over again. The Anne Frank Center for Mutual Respect wants Allen to apologize for "trivializing," what happened during that time.

I don't think Allen needs to apologize. I certainly won't because I feel the same way, although for different reasons. It was a truly horrible, horrible time for many during that time. No one here is trivializing it, but, we need to remember the past, we need to change the past and sometimes our future is repeating the past. There are people right now, this very minute, dying because of choices leaders make. Comparisons need to be made. Time to stop being so sensitive and start working for all, every human, so they may have a better life.

Zoodle Zoup

I'm not one to jump for the newest gadget, although, I love gadgets. They don't love me. I'm just rather inept when it comes to figuring them out. It might help if I read instructions. I'm like the guy who refuses to ask for directions when lost; I just feel I can do it my way. I used something like this beauty


until a few years ago when I finally had to succumb after it took thirty minutes to load anything.  Amazing what I was missing, like actual storage, or, letters on my keyboard that I could see.

Anyhoo, there were two products I recently bought. I just could not resist. It was the Martha Stewart in me calling me, telling me I can do it. You are a Martha.

The first product: The coffee stencils.


I'd like to sit at my morning breakfast table, eating crumpets with orange marmalade, and coffee with a lovely milky rose on top. What a way to start the day. For my first day I tried a panda. If only the coffee would stop moving! I'm afraid I failed the Martha and have not tried another stencil yet.

The second product: A spiralizer.
Exactly what I have

I kept seeing this product and finally decided to order it after viewing a morning news show where a woman made zoodles with avocado sauce. It looked so good and healthy and who can resist, zoodles!?

As I said, I don't pay attention to instructions. Zoodles are made with swirly zucchini. I only bought one, enough for a mouse after spiralizing, but I managed the contraption alright after a few false starts. Swirly noodles came out, in a teeny tiny pile. Next, you are supposed to get the water out of the zucchini.. Zucchini has loads and loads of water. I skipped that part so I ended up with zoodle zoup. I am not a Martha. I slurped it up, then ate some cheese and crackers which at this moment  is still swirling in my gut. Ugh.


Monday, March 20, 2017

Somewhere Over the Cosmos...


National Alien Abduction Day.











One can hope.

Didn't I Tell You Not To Go?


Hey, did you have a good weekend? I know what you did. You went and saw Beauty and the Beast, didn't you? Nobody listens to me.

I did laundry and read, Hillbilly Elegy, written by J. D. Vance. Another American who lived a shitty life with crappy parents in the hills of Kentucky. He says he owes his getting out from poverty by the love and tenacity of his gun toting, foul mouthed Mamaw. I agree with Vance that everyone should have a 'Mamaw' in their lives who will just be there for them. There should always be a place where a child feels safe. There is a lot I do disagree on with Vance, but nobody wants my opinion. (((sniff, sniff)))

Anyway, it's Monday. Back to work. Yeah, sucks big time, so here is a cute video of a kitten.




Is this thing on?

Saturday, March 18, 2017

By All Means, Speak Up


Well, Tim Allen and I agree on one thing- it does sort of feel like 1930's Germany in our country. However, we agree for different reasons. He feels he cannot speak up in support for Trump.

Hey, so do I!

Can you imagine.....it's 1938__--_-___-_--

Thingy: "As long as I'm alive I will protect human beings, give them food and shelter, and turn my back on that crazy man running this country."

Allen: "Man, this guy is going to fix things good, ja. We will have new roads, a big wall, no funny looking people, ja. Shhhhh...here comes Miss Nosey Pants."

Thingy: "Good evening, Mister Allen, lovely night isn't it? It would be, I suppose, except for the smog from those burning furnaces. It certainly is quiet around here after the Stein family was 'relocated.' I wonder how the gestapo knew they were hiding in the Berger's attic?"

Allen: (((grunts))) "Argggharghhharghhhh. Time to go. I've got to shine my rifles."

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It's rather strange because I still think Allen is a sexy guy. I would have liked him more if he was on my side of the wall. Same with Mike Rowe (who plays Allen's brother on his stinky show, 'Last Man Standing')

And just a note to Allen. You can say what you want. Please, speak up. Yes, there are bullies on both sides, loons galore. But please, I really do want to know what you are thinking.

Isn't that sad? It has gotten this far in my thinking. Americans. Neighbors. Them and Us.

As for now, we both have the right to say what we feel. I wonder how long that will last with you-know-who?



Friday, March 17, 2017

Granny Got Run Over By A Mule, Dear


I'm going to try and discuss everything other than the implosion which is our country, the complete disregard for elders who need help, the paranoia, the whole creep factor. I'm going to try.

I blame Michael Flatley, the Irish- American, raised in Chicago who talks with an Irish accent. Okay, Riverdance was fun. One time. Now, I see lasses with goofy wigs hot footing it. Instead of looking cool, it looks, weird. Meals on wheeee.... and, I noticed a woman on the early telly news talking about something, I don't know, because I was entranced by her hair, which looked like a mop. Seriously. It looked like she must have seen the reporters coming and threw a mop on her head. I happen to love the dreadlock look. It's very cool looking. But, it has morphed into cheap, cheap like our govern....


Anyway, it's rainy here, which might keep down the party shenanigans. As for D.C. Oh, I can't stop my train. This fraud of leadership has got to stop. It makes me sick.

Okay, now go tap.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Here's Your Bone, I Mean Bong


Todd: "You hungry?"

Bo: (((Farts))))

(((Giggles)))

Todd: "Can you grab the chips, man?"

Bo: (((yawns)))

Todd: "Come on, dude, I shared my weed with you. Get the jerky, too."

Bo: (((sighs)))

Todd: :Thanks, bro. Hey, I think this is a doggy treat I'm eating. It's good."

(((nonstop laughter)))

The above scenario is happening in houses across this leaderless and lawless country as I type. Dogs on cannabis, man.

Wow, can you imagine a cat on this stuff?

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Whatevs


So much for justice. soccer player, Bruno Fernandes de Souza was convicted, in 2013 for murdering his ex-girlfriend because she wanted more child support for their child. After he killed he, he fed her body parts to his dogs.

He is out (On appeal) and was signed by Boa Esporte for two years.

Where is the justice for the woman he murdered?


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On a lighter note... I recently blew a gasket when I watched an obnoxious boy toot and fart the weatherman after crashing his spot. In another incident where children crashed a news segment being given by Dad, I can't help laughing at the situation. Yes, poop happens. I love Mom's reaction when she comes to grab the tykes. So, why is this different from the tooting boy? I find one hilarious, the other ticks me off. He's just a kid. Well, I'll have to ponder it a bit more.

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Rumor going around over Rachel (over the top reaction) Maddow's waving of Donald Trump's alleged tax return may have been provided by Trump himself. Could they be fake? If so, would that be the deal breaker that gets this fool out of the WH? Cross fingers.

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Wolfsvisionphotography.com

Finally! We got a real dose of snow this winter. 16 inches of lovely powder. Many were not happy. Duh, it's a pain to drive in. I looked from Ivory tower and loved every minute.

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Last but not least, I miss getting cool stamps from other countries. When I order neato stuff from Etsy or Ebay, the goods come from all around, but with icky old digital stamps. I like progress, but some old school items were cool and groovy.

Also, I do indeed screw up when it comes to ordering needful things, such a Harry Potter box for my daughter's birthday. I was imagining it to be the size of a cigar box. It cost plenty. When it arrived yesterday, boy, I was bummed. It's about the size of an index card. Yeah, they don't use those either, anymore.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

My Righteous Opinion and I'm Sticking to It


I guess a lot of people are having issues with the latest coming out soon movie, Beauty and the Beast. Muslims do not like the gay character in the film. Malaysians would not mind if the gay person was shown in a negative light, though, or being stoned.

Well, they are idiots. My issue is perfectly politically correct and true.

A man would never fall for a beastly beauty, no matter how kind and sweet. Life experience has proven that throughout history. I really don't get this story. What are they showing children? Women go for men who are cruel, although have nice digs. (?)

As for the moviemakers who try to appease ignorant beings by deleting scenes that may be sensitive to their archaic views, another thumb's down. Just skip this trash.

I know, it's going be a hit. Pffffttttt


Sunday, March 12, 2017

Pea(brained) Soup



Aye, me kin come from the Emerald Isle,
I say today with me immigrant smile.
They drank warm suds, ate roasted spuds,
and go by the name oh, oh,
oh, Ryan.

Oh, I hear they told some
 wicked tales,
did stretch the facts, induced each
with barreled pulls of
golden ales.

 (Although, truth be told,
I'm lyin')

Once, fairies danced with
handsome lads-
 they've now banished fags,
from stinking
up the loo-
St. Peter tossed the snakes,
egads!
got rid of men in dreaded drags,
also, banned stinky
mutton stew.

Green shamrock shakes begat,
Mary, Harry, Peter and Seamus.
These Irish eyes, me coal
black hair,
come from me sainted ma's ma's ma-
who bore the pain, she howled through,
without Obamacare.

Lasses then were mighty strong, tis
 hardly, barely screamed,
whilst bearing bairns as big
as barns as inebriated 
fathers beamed.

Then ma's ma's Ma got up to make
 cabbage balls, darn Pa's socks, bake the
sourdough bread.
By twenty-three, with twelve more kids,
 she were most definitely
dead.

I come from the land of screeching pipes,
Oscar Wilde and wild jigs,
pea soup, peat moss, Swift and Joyce,
and flying Irish pigs.

Tho, me home is now the state
of cheddar,
swiss on rye, (it do taste better)
I travel afar in wolfish packs, armored
in me wooly bully,
sheepish sweater.

I sing the song, "Oh, Donny boy,"
whilst M.I.A. from my hometown,
as our cheeky S.O.B.'s G.O.P.
it down-
and we bow our pale skinned heads,
to our short fingered, orange, two faced
clown.

I was born in the land
of opportunity,
where women share
the minority from
lack of wealth
by inequality.

Gahd bless me,
I am Paul.




Saturday, March 11, 2017

Just Skew Your Pelvis, Ladies

Before I get to my rant... this is what was staring at me when I logged on to Huffington Post. Did Trump get them?

Okay, now to this ditty (below) Hold on to your vaginas, girls.


Well, jeez, I didn't even get to read all the news this morning before I found this little gem. This (now former) Canadian judge ruled over a rape case. He rather sucked big time, asking the nineteen year old victim why didn't she, "skew her pelvis," or close her knees.

This ignoramous' defense was that he was ignorant on Canadian law being from South Africa. Oh, that expl... NO, it does not! Seriously, judge, you should still know right from wrong, still have a moral compass.

The rapist was acquitted.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Warm With A Chance of Toots


We don't spank in the Thingy family. It just seems like a silly way to teach children to behave, using the easy way to control a child. Hey, I'm no saint. I used my mother power over my own child back in the day when I was young and stupid and tired and stupid. Fortunately, I've learned.

But.... or should I say, butt.... this kid. if I was anywhere near this obnoxious little tyke, his ass would be a lovely shade of rose. I just do not find him funny in any way. I know, kids are kids, boys are boys. I cannot see a girl doing this. Boys and men find farts and toots funny. I'm not sure why. It's not something I ponder much over, but it is an interesting social behavior I'm sure toot doctors have studied.

I have a feeling kid's Dad laughed his ass off and probably high fived his odorous spawn. Perhaps they had a toot off. What would Thingy do with a kid like this? Who cares. He's not mine, I say with relief. 

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

I Got The Shakes


Sometimes I wait before I blow just to make sure I heard what I heard. Ben Carson says those slaves had it made, man all they had to do was get a job! Damn, whodathunk? Also, some Dems plan on voting for this nimrod.

(((shaking head))) I've had a headache since last November from shaking my head.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Donald Blues


Could it be true? Is Obama at this very minute spying on the new president? Well, have you seen the former leader lately?

Let's go to Bob for the alternate facts...


Sunday, March 5, 2017

A Chained Life

Ah, the world still spins- some spin a little out of control - as in, you know who, who sees spies everywhere.

But, I digress....


I have another Sunday sermon. This one rather good, but with junk attached. I'm talking about, Visionbeyondborders, an organization to help people. I found them on Etsy of all places selling bracelets. Visions tries to help women who were for whatever reason, caught in the sex trafficking trade. Visions wants these women and girls to have another life, so they make bracelets and sign their name to each one they make. It's a good cause, right? I thought so. I bought a few bracelets.

When I received the bracelets which came with handmade pouches they also came with plenty of paraphernalia regarding VBB's vision. They are a religious organization. Okay, fine, so far. They want you to pray, pray, pray. Um, not so fine for me. They smuggle Bibles into countries who don't want Bibles.

You might think them brave, or, a pain in the arse, maybe both. I have a feeling these poor women get an earful of preaching all day, every day. I do have a problem with that. It's like going from one shitty place to another. I am glad someone is trying to help these women, but....to me it seems they have exchanged one trapped life for another.

Hey, that's just me. I won't try and smuggle this post into your spot.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Aaw, Nuts


Some would call this, "art." Others would call it, "nuts." A man, a man who thinks outside the box, thought inside a rock, for a week. Um, yeah, I was wondering the same thing I know you are. Anyhoo, the man, see here, plans on sitting on some bird eggs next to try and hatch them. I'm sure mama bird will be happy with a day or two off. As for myself, I plan to live in a squirrel nest. How long depends on the number of nuts on hand.

Here's Mud on Yer... What!?

Nordstrom's is selling mud jeans, for $425.00. What!? What!? I mean, what!? Really!? WHAT!?