Flophousepoodle's Blog (18)

My neighbor, Robbie, is a Junker. A Junker is a person who combs the area with a pick-up truck and trailer for discarded objects that contain metal. They bring the items home and strip them for all recyclable scrap - then take them to the local facility to be weighed and paid.



Perhaps you are thinking, "Fantastic! Recycling!"

Yes and No.

This guy doesn't care about the earth. I've seen him release freon from air conditioners, pour oil and chemicals on the ground, litter the… Continue

Hi Friends!
So much is happening, 80% good!
I am in early stages of planning an experimental art exhibit about video sharing.
Will share more when I figure it out.
In the meantime,
please leave a comment here to give me permission to paint your profile pic for the show.
Thanks!

Hey -

Today I went to leave a comment on Petyalfieburgers latest vid. Directly below me was a porn spam with 3 vignettes. The first two were your usual fare - the 3rd was a yellow lab screwing a woman.

I've heard talk of young girls being in the live rooms too.

I wonder at this point how I can justify keeping my content on that site.

I want to know your reasons.

Is it all nostalgia at this point?

Is it pride?

I would feel really shitty about walking away from… Continue

Last Sunday was Mom's birthday.

Dad called and asked me to purchase a card for him to give to her.

It's great to hear his croaky voice getting clearer and stronger exactly one year after oral cancer treatment.

Prior to the disease he's been a man of few words. - I believe he's called me 5 times in my life.

But don't get me wrong - He's very pleasant and kind.



-So this is me in the store looking at "To my wife" birthday cards..



"To my beautiful… Continue

So last night was the closing reception/gala/auction extraordinaire at the dog art exhibit.

I wore the big name tag and my sensible suicide shoes.

I was chatting with a local legendary lady big fish when this super soap opera hair wasp man came up to speak with her.

He said

"I'm so and so and I work for 'Financial Giant"

to which she replied

"Oh! My son in law's with 'Other Financial Giant'. That's just greeaaaat. This is the artist who painted all these… Continue

Nobodyschild99 has a fun exercise in her blog. To make a list of your top ten personal favorite email subject lines.
Here's mine:

1. Final Insult
2. Hermaphrodites - real or imaginary?
3. Scottish Dickies on the Phone
4. Iran, Scranton
5. The Trilobites Need Your Loving Ears
6. Eccentric Ass
7. Chode
8. Other Chode
9. Artistic Friends are Pussies
10. Hairdo Fact

This is fun, try it!

My parents were both teachers at the same school that we attended.

Since they worked for 1 extra hour after the students left, we required supervision. - Especially in our younger years.



The woman who took the Job "baby sitting" us teachers' kids after school was named Mrs. Wilde. Her husband worked for British Aerospace and she was a librarian/recess aide at the school.



She was attractive. She was vocal about her general dislike of children. (She and and Mr. Wilde… Continue

I recently read Surfcottage's blog which mentioned Richard Chamberlain



We had little media in Saudi Arabia. Movie Theaters were illegal. Television was broadcast from Bahrain for three hours a night. The last ten minutes of the "News" showed the King of Saudi being kissed by visiting dignitaries to Sousa marches. I was watching cartoons like "Felix the Cat" in the 1980s.



Most people there watched black market video tapes. Those were the days of VHS and Beta. My parents… Continue

So, LV users have infiltrated my active dream life.



I dreamt it was the opening reception of my art exhibit in October.



The gallery was fairly normal, although it was missing an exterior wall which was a grassy slope.



Syd's "job" at my show was to perform an amateur fireworks display.



She was lighting them in empty cans, then unsuccessfully lobbing them down the slope, but not far enough away - so she would run after them going "ooh ohh! Oh dear, uh… Continue

I've been waiting for a big job since April. Thought I would start this monday..Now they want drawings. I don't draw well. So I'm cooking and blogging today.



I was the county fair judge for childrens' painting the other day. It was my first time judging for this agricultural organization. They have their own language and system. I was intimidated by the paperwork and the fact that I would have to interview each child about their piece.



They decided to give me a high strung… Continue

First of all, an update about my dog. She's doing great on the meds! Her behavior is normal - except the lasik has made her wet her bed a few times. I will find out more on the 21st.



Today I had a rather rude, but true, comment on my video "Failure Smorgasbord".



The comment was:



U need a dental job.



I looked at the user's site and saw that he appears to be a Greek man, retired commercial airline pilot, who maybe lives in Papua New Guinea. He has 3… Continue

I found out on wednesday that my Corgi (13) is very ill.

Her breath was rapid and labored and she would not eat.

Her symptoms revealed themselves while she was staying with my parents. (My father is recovering from Oral Cancer and finds pleasure in her company.)

She has an enlarged heart, fluid around her heart and lungs, and her lungs don't look right.



Everyone loves this dog.



I brought her home when I was nineteen years old; two days after I dropped out of… Continue

I was four years old our first night out in Saudi.



We were walking down the streets of Al Khobar at night. I could not comprehend that we were in a foreign country, and I did not realize that the sea of Saudi, Pakistani, Philippino, and Yemeni men who crowded the streets were any different than at home. All I could figure was that we were at the county fair which made me anxious to see the rides and have a corn dog.



My mother bought a shish-kebob from a street vendor and… Continue

I was raised in the Middle East. We traveled in summer.



We began and ended each summer in London.



My mother raised us with what she refers to as the "Socratic method". That is, she taught us by asking questions.

(She now regrets this method as she managed to raise two know-it-all-assholes who think their mother is stupid)



We were in Heathrow airport. my brother was 12 years old and I was 10. We were terrible, fighting with each other and giving her hell. We… Continue

Originally Posted at LV August 9 2008.



She died very peacefully and beautifully this morning.

It's hard to believe she's dead because she looks so beautiful.

I'll be offline.



This morning my goal was to call the vet at 8' o clock.



Mr. Flophouse rose early.



She made her way to his chair at the kitchen table, labored breath, wobbley.

He patted her head and she made her way back to her bed- a tremendous effort.



I rose at… Continue

My brother is an accomplished Jazz musician.

His life is interesting.

I like musicians because they have to get around and work together.

Visual Artists (like me) are more or less domestic and don't have to play well with others.

I helped him move out of his apartment last week..I didn't take the TV or Microwave and a few other things because he said a needy friend was going to come by to get them.



I called my brother yesterday to ask how the rest of the move… Continue

My first dog was a desert bred saluki pup who was abandoned by the pack.

We called him a saluki (as we called all feral desert dogs) but in hindsight he must have been a cross between a saluki and a Canaan dog. He had the sight hound body and hound ears. But he was much sturdier and his coat was flashy black and white.



Dad named him Spot.



It was rare to have a dog in Saudi. Salukis were the only acceptable breed. Dogs were not allowed to be shipped into the country… Continue

I named him Doty; a country term he taught me for "Old, rotten wood".

He saved my life during adolescence by giving me a tyrannical reign over 40 acres of backwoods.

The move to the US was the worst time in my life.

Culture shock in a rural community - to date, the most painful time simply because I had no coping skills.



We built a cabin in the woods - it took us an entire Summer.

I announced to my mother that I had built a cabin with a 63 year old man near the… Continue