LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

August the 20th and it's  World Mosquito Day .                                                                                                                                                                Why?

  scene between Joan Blondell and Claire Dodd in  Footlight Parade  (1933) I haven't seen this film in such a long time. Viewing the above clip has given me the urge to get around to rewatching it some time. In fact, all four movies in the collection pictured deserve another airing.

There is the book and there is only the book - documentation, something in your hands to savour, to examine, to hold, to treasure The book is paramount The book is life The book is all-knowing Kindle, be damned!

despite  the sounds of brouhaha as  the voices of dissent surround you are you and you are who you are go forward  go mighty  don't ever stop don't ever give in you are all that matters

another day, another blog

 A cautionary tale. I sought help. At the time I had no confidence, I was on the verge of ending my own life, I felt there was no-one. This woman exploited that state of being for her own selfish ends. Respect was lost and my hatred for Dr. Lara Bertolino's appalling actions propels me along to this very day. As the old song says, "Anger is an energy*." also see : psychology-115 liminal-mess liminal-place-n-2 on-cusp-of-drool the-cygnet-cynic *  the old song

the internet weeps at the supposed passing of Stomp mynameisstomp.blogspot.com

Turn off your internet. The real world is calling.

 I know it's shameless. I know it smacks of self-promotion... but, here is  my Facebook page  (at this particular moment in time).

man of the eggplant - champion of the cheese sandwich I kneel down with head bowed in the direction of Mt. Olympus, my memories of the romps we had with Stomp are bubbling to the fore. My tear-streaked fizzog gives the game away. Stomp, where be ye now? Come back, come back. You ran away and abandoned the bloggery scene to who knows where. As you are well aware by now,  mynameisstomp.blogspot.com  is no more. Memories are all that remain. But what of Stomp himself? Whatever happened to this fascinating cross-cultural icon and beacon of hope? Reports are coming in regarding various sightings of the man. Apparently he's been spotted hang gliding over the Darling Scarp. Other sources say he was seen sleeping in the Wesfarmers building's doorway in the Perth CBD. Stories about him moving to Czechoslovakia to take up egg farming or touching down on a South Pacific island and being promptly thrown into a volcano on arrival can't be discounted either. I wish he was still around to...

Well, here I am. I've arrived from the  My Name Is Stomp  blog, suitcase in hand ready to set up shop in a brand new environment. Yes, I've brought the old entries along as I don't want the risk of having to leave them primarily in Stomp's care. Let's be honest here, the guy's a nut. Just like in  The Great Move, pt. one , here is the unlisted YouTube video which doesn't say a lot.  The goodbyes are nice, though. Start your ignition and hold on, as we go down LANELESS WORLD DRIVE .

I come in peace

 The last introduction panel, now forever set in stone as a result of  closure. My dear reader, I feel a level of concern in the mental welfare and the warfare that must be played out in your craniums at the  imminent shutdown of  mynameisstomp.blogspot.com . I can feel the anguish is real but you must realise that life has to go on and that following this blog into the abyss will do nobody any favours.  TIPS TO GET THROUGH THIS TRYING TIME: ring a helpline talk to a trustworthy friend  wear only black for a year (then switch to Spanish grey for the next twelve)  memorialise by passing on the blog's name to a newborn  build a shrine and chant "His Name Was Stomp" six times, three times a day ad infinitum Just a few handy hints. You may be able to think of others yourself. I truly believe you possess the strength to weather the storm you now find yourself facing with my absence and I know its probably heart rendering to know that I won't be thinki...

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 ... to make way for the new. This will be my last entry for this particular blog. A voice from the future is calling which is beckoning me elsewhere.  To anyone and everyone who found some form of entertainment in my ramblings - thank you. To those of you who despise me and my admittedly at times self-indulgent meanderings - thank you. To the indifferent among us - I also thank you. Every viewpoint is valid. Take care. 

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 Kick over that pyramid of belief you may have hardwired into your essence.  Some people will never change and the ability to give up on these sorts has to be taken. 

 I don't wanna go. The Fall - Pittsville Direkt (demo version)

  Pointless. It seems that way, sometimes. But onward we go to tomorrow. Betrayal is unfortunately a part of the human experience.  Liminal Mess has been reinstated. I owe this person nothing.  Full stop. 

 Well, there I was, googling away to find which days are celebrated and/or commemorated on this very day (yes, I am that sad), when the results gave me this - Somewhere that I had never heard of was living (according to Google) in 2023. Trippy. But indeed, where is this mystery place which is one year ahead of the rest of us?  By locating, visiting and then gathering information about what's to come, there is that prospect to potentially clean up financially if I were so inclined to. My ship has finally come in. Fist pumps ahoy! So, where is this magical and enchanted kingdom located? While typing this entry, I simultaneously made a cut lunch, pulled my car out of the garage, danced a few steps of  the Madison , all the time while showering in a diligent manner. I even washed behind my ears. I must be prepared for the new-found riches that I'm certain will be coming my way. Oh boy, I can't wait! So where is it?  Mandurah! Mandurah? Hmm, I'm actually starting to ...

More terrible poetry from the  Godawful Poetry for Godawful Times series.  egg on my face egg on my leg eggs down my pantaloons far from the beach egg out of reach in a space station over the moon