The Sadness of Rex.

she's so young.

she shouldn't be having to go through this.

i like [some of] her work.



but where did This come from?

were these Psychoses already in her, from birth..
..or did they come from Chemical Influences?



i really wish i knew The Reason.



even if you went ahead and dropped the [non-toxic] herbicides over all known marijuana/opium/Coca crops, we'd still be left with the controlled substances that The Government sanctions, and permits continued manufacture of: we're going to get high, one way or another, no matter if the drugs are [of] legal[-status] or [of] illegal[-status].



i say all of this, even though i know i am merely howling into the wind when i do so ─ but i definitely appreciate my nearly-unrestricted ability to express such sentiments, none-the-less.

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britney?

amy?

God Speed.

what's the point?

really?

what is it?

this is the era where Good is not meant to prevail over Evil.


:-).


although i don't have to accept It, it certainly behooves me to acknowledge It.


but i don't want to sink to those very depths that i see My Fellow Man regularly submerse himself in: no matter how tempting.. ..no matter how often it appears that He is able to wallow around, Down There, without incurring any [earthly-]consequence unto himself.....
.....i want to continue trying to live life on the Positive-side of the spectrum, up until the day that someone forcibly ends my life.

...

(granted, I don't want anyone to muder me──i'd rather it be at my own hands that i die──but, given what goes on, in This Day & Age, it would be in my best interest not to delude m'self: i will also continue trying to exercise Due Vigilance, and employing as much common sense as i have been imbued with, in order to stay alive..
..but there's only so much i can do, on my own.


on top of all the other factors that might shorten my time Here, i'm just not a popular guy: not especially since i have Unpopular Opinions i like to express .)


i'm tired of having to hide...
...if I'm going down, i will do my best to take at least 5 or 6.. ..-thousand other cock↕suckers with me.


;-).

so, you mean to tell me...

...you mean to tell me, that although i am expected to continue paying taxes,──for fear of Severe Penalty if i opt not to,──i won't be able to enjoy the same privileges that my heterosexual brethren & sistern get to have with those monies?

FUCK THAT SHIT.

FUCK THOSE PUTOS.

we should see what kinda additional-Economic Impact every cock-suckin' & carpet-munchin' person can make by not spending another dime in the country that continues to allow us to be bashed for something as inconsequential as our choice of Sex Partners.


i feel so used..
..i actually have to make a contribution to the [exorbitant] salaries of the very Congressional/Judiciary Members who deign not even consider lifting a finger to shape legislation that can make my and my kins' lives a bit more peaceful, and safe? to the coppers who might actually help some homophones beat my head in?


oh?


todos puros, don't be a fuckin' hypocrite: if you don't like The Gays so much, then don't take our fuckin' money.


bitch.

~↕↕~

i don't want to fund Terrorists anyway.

the art of Story↕Telling. (e.1, part 2 of 2.)

i was glad to be back in the fucking house, i tell ya: all the walking, all the lugging around, all the sweating; but, for my troubles, i got to save $3.50, and i was able to get some exercise, to boot.


i had a mission i [need]ed to accomplish, and was determined to git'r done™ as soon as possible.


i'm sure that The Woman had been trying her best when crafting This, these past few years but, no, her best has just simply not been good enough; it's sorta like, as time went on, Mother lost some of her heart for cooking [properly], if it's not to be for a Special Occasion.


all i've been wanting was a decent-damn Home↕Made Soup to nosh on: a soup that holds up no matter how many subsequent-times it gets reheated..
..a soup that tastes like someone gave A Fuck in making it, the first time.


yep.


if i want something done right, i'd obviously have to .. do It myself.

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the fun thing is, i don't cook.


basically.


over the last 9 or so years, it's been canned-goods, frozen-goods, take-out. . .and cereals, if/when Mother didn't feel like throwing anything together for the four of us.


?


but now it was time for me to draw upon my memories. (eventually i will have to cook more things from scratch, so, i needed to see just how good my latent ability was ─ ´how much i have picked up, and retained, from previous Observings.)

[[ (ox/hare/dragon/dragon/bird/rat/bird/rooster/hare/dog/dragon/
horse/boar/tiger/rat) **Ninpou**: Let's Get It On-no jutsu!! ]]

with That, i would start getting set-up: for making a chunky-disposition soup, i'd chop up the carrots and celery into reasonable-sized pieces.. ..and, as was luckily-consistent with my objective, i would employ the fewest-slices possible across the onion to minimize my contact with It, to prevent The Funk from getting lodged under my nails, and what↕not:

• ´rinse ´em,



• ´throw ´em into The Big Pot filled with water,



• ´throw The Basic Seasonings in there...



• ...and discover that we didn't have no fuckin' Chicken Bouillon-cubes around, as i had originally presumed, after all.

/sigh


i had a feeling i shoulda picked some up while i was still at the store but, ´ch'know, That Occurance merely served me right for trying to be Optimistic for once in my life.

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´hoping that, maybe, the chicken meat^(♫-1), its self, would eventually lend enough flavour to generate a decent-tasting broth^(♫-2), i just went on ahead and put That in there, to get things rolling; after a while, i was able to see that, no, That Strategy wasn't going to cut it: i needed those fucking Cubes.


´long story, shortened: about halfway through, i finally got my mom to drive me down to the store that was 9-blocks^(♫-3) away ─ she certainly made me wait for It, indeed she did: apparently she was so into her "Little Activity" in which she was engaged at the time that she even told me that instead of having us go out to store that was just a few minutes' drive away for the cubes that i should just settle for employing Corn↕Starch.


which would have defeated the entire point of me making The Soup in the first place, if you bear in mind Corn↕Starch is not a flavouring- but a thickening-agent.


?


(plus, almost all ingredients i was using were bought by me; on top of That, she should've figured, well, as long as i won't have to cook anything for The Boys for a couple of nights, i should just go on and spend the few minutes helping this muther↕fucker get his shit....)


i was serious when i told her i was gonna be in-and-out of the store as quickly as possible, it took me less than 5-minutes to complete my transaction: expedited thanks to the Self-Checkout Line; an over↕all total of 11-minutes was spent, coming & going.

~↕↕~

so.. ..the next thing i needed to tackle was Noodles.


it's been over 16-fucking_years, unbelievably, since i've last had linguine-chicken soup: made by Pop Pop, just once^(♫-4).
it was as good as fuck, i tell ya...
...and i wanted to recreate That for us to enjoy, if not at least one more time.


(i actually tried to get my mom to make That, once, some years back, but..
..i guess her imagination was just too limited to want to take me up on the challenge.)


maybe now you're able to bear winess, a glimpse of at least a bit of the signifigance This Mission has for me; i decided to use Fettucine for this particular go-around.


in the spirit of continuing to avoid those fatalities that has doomed most of Mother's Soups, i had already decided not to boil the pasta with the broth^(♫-5); to get a hopefully_better-tasting product, i would need to trade washing out two-additional pots after i was through with them: 1.98 lbs., total, of fettucine was getting used for this production.

*phew.*





meanwhile, the broth, its self, was tasting pretty nice, and was exhibiting the consistency i had desired:

A Watery One.

~↕↕~

...jumping ahead, a bit more, my little bros actually ate everything that i put in their bowls: i have not known for them to like vegetables, but, i guess for me. . . . .




. . . . .all-in-all, my soup was good.
it definitely held-up over the few days it was stored in the ´fridge, too..

..but, Mom, herself, didn't give me an opinion about it.. ..I don't even know what she did with the serving that I meted out for her consumption.


(maybe she was Jealous?

yes?

no?

maybe so?)


not-withstanding-That, i did make note of some things i must do differently, next time; for, if i meet those condition, it should be almost a shoe-in, that my soup can undoubtedly be considered ***da motha↕fuckin' bomb***:

• use less water: the broth was nice,──don't get me wrong: it was a product far superior to what Mom has been putting out,──but it was still rather dilute..
  ..´not as strong as it could have been



• use more chicken: i didn't know. sosumi. i did want the stew to be pretty dense with Meat.. ..and it might have been, if i had employed the 4th of 4 Breasts i bought



• use more vegetables: naw, i mean. you know. i'm a pretty-hard↕core guy^(♫-6). i was aiming for an Old School-feeling for this all the way. like This. no one who is in his right mind would ever complain about there being too many chunks of celery, carrots, or onion, b'sides.

i cannot wait to have another go at This, now that i have a better idea of how to approach the fucker; i think, for the next time, i'll use Shells.
(and i will definitely use less water, as i had discovered most of the Chunky Elements were hiding all the way at the bottom of the pot!)
when i tackle Ground Beef & T'mat`r Sauce, i will probably use Shells again...
...but i will also throw in some mozzerella cheese, to mix things up.



at the moment, i'm not interested in Exotic, but, rather, Basic Fare; the rest can fall into place, later.

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(♫-1) (boneless, nearly-skinless, Breast)
(♫-2) (something that was critically-important for me, seeing as This was the area most-often fucked-over by Mother's last several attempts.)
(♫-3) (a trek i could have easily made, except, uh, i had just gotten back in from a long night of Work, and, even if not, she wasn't likely to watch my soup while i was away.)
(♫-4) (that I am aware of.)
(♫-5) (remember what Starch does?)
(♫-6) (l.o.l.)

Strike!

:-).

´fine by Me.


i'll just watch more You↕Tube, and Pr0ns, in lieu of the Tee↕Vee, until muther↕fuckers get their shit back together again.




it sucks, though, that apparently the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers is so fucking greedy It doesn't even want to give what seems to be just a nominal share of non-traditional_media-profits to the individuals that make The Shit possible in the first place.


l.o.l.


do you realize what an average production would look like if there were no words for an actor to recite or ... a set of Actions scripted for this actor to execute?


it.. ..it would just be a n***er standing around staring blankly, into the camera; looking down to the floor; or, miscellaneously, picking in his Nose, and shit; if you want to get technical about it, that person really would be limited to doing either That, or, exhibiting actions/reactions that are involuntary: an actress, herself, can easily be classified as a writer, even for making up things on The Spot, "unscripted" ─ once she meets That Condition, she is essentially functioning under the capacity of a writer ── albeït a writer who is composing material just for herself in her head ─── setting-up the bases and guidelines for what she(, and, by extension, possibly her cohorts,) does and says specifically for the audience's Intake/Enjoyment.




now, This, of course, is not the same thing as what goes on with true-Reality Programming, where the expectation is that, for the most part,──if not entirely,──nothing may scripted/rehearsed/planned for on-air use for the people you're watching [by a {third-party}]: meaning, no person, who will not be getting filmed, will be getting paid to advise a person on what to do/say: for, once that person makes such directives that the People You Watch are to follow, he must be considered a script-crafter.


(this is how you get to be a writer/director, by-the-by ─ when you have a vision that is so complete, you can not only put It to paper but are also able to orchestrate how It should play out, visually.)


i believe the same thing may be applied to Documentaries..
..the subjects may pre-plan what They want to say to us, but, the autologue generally is limited to Self; not including The Mockumentary, you can't really make up Facts.. ..´just how you choose to present these facts for our consideration.


/digress


what galls me is the fact that there are still actually people who just don't get what the Writers are trying to fight for; ´not a lick of Empathy from the fuckers.


(from what i've observed, the lack of {or unwillingness to employ} Empathy is one of the other main causes of Human Strife.)


to say something like them writers is jus` bein' greedy ´cause they already git paid enuff az It iz is, frankly, fuckin' ignorant and appalling.

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(writers are to Actors as teachers/Law Enforcement Agents/housekeeping staff/house↕-wives/-husbands are to, uh.. ..[successful] Actors/Base↕Ball- & Foot↕Ball-players/CEOs:

ridiculously-/disproportionately-overpaid fuckers.

income-wise.

credit-wise.)

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as if you wouldn't be saying the exact-same-thing They are: when you realize that someone is still making money from off'n somethin' you had a pivotal role in crafting..
..but They're not letting you share in the proceeds, (no matter how negligible)...
...presumably, you will propose undertaking some Corrective Actions to fix this over↕sight, yourself.

no matter where your work is being exhibited.

it would be like the Host/Coördinator taking all accolades & kudos given by the people at a Banquet for the food that was served there ... especially when he had lain nary a Finger upon anything in the prep-area: not even the Dijon Ketchup; and then continues to shamelessly accept future benefits of that successful outing without properly-distributing that shit to all those fuckers who were Behind The Scenes.


as a chef, you're not going to ask for every penny generated by the event..
..but, certainly, you will want that Fair Share from it; if the host decides to replicate one of your recipes, for example, i believe you'd be the first to remind Her, hey now, just make sure you tell these people where you got that Tasty Idea from in the first place!.

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even if writers, individually, get paid a total of A Million Dollars-per-exhibition_of_Work on Television and Theatre Showings, well, let them get paid a few ten-thousands more, if the other players are getting an extra hundred-thousand dollars from the "alternative media"; if you experience Cognitive Dissonance for being paid what you feel is too much for a contribution you believe is seemingly miniscule in importance/exertion, just donate that excess to A Worthy Cause, and don't seek a Tax Write-off for that sum↕bitch.

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a matter that should be easy to fix isn't being handled as such.


i'm really not seeing what the problem is ─ if my r'c`lection works properly, a disturbing number of these [successful] [Actors] don't know what to do with all the [millions] they have been paid, anyway: so, why not just redirect 7-10% from the total earnings to the writers, huh? if Shit was good enough, everyone else will still be able to take home a nice pay↕check, at the end of The Work Day.


right?