Welcome to my World
Don't stop. Don't stay. We don't want your business. Go away.
Ladies and gentile men, this web site offers a continual flow of similarly inane internet-based marketing strategies, including flamboyantly self destructive attention-grabbers like "Get the hell out of here" and other business unbinding axioms guaranteed to drive would-be shoppers FROM your site. Our specialty is specious, our wardrobe spacious, our clothing (yawn) antique, our technological wherewithal imperceptible to the human ear.
We are literally no things to no peepholes.
Well, come to my world anyhow because merriment is encouraged and your input can help make an otherwise dull evening a festive romp across the tundra as defined by a single car jam-filled with illegal aliens including the notorious Lupe Yonsin. Your decision to spend time at this web site as opposed to any of the other 40 million or so non-porn destinations defines you as a person of taste, a guardian of high standards and a generous benefactor of worthy causes, including my lightly regarded brain trust.
If you're a legal counselor who will defend any scoundrel with the ability to pay your fees regardless of their overall standing in society as measured by early American settlers who believed in talking frogs you need to know this: My friends and I respect you entirely. In other words, we are not completely stupid. We too studied law. We join you in appreciating that evil is a relative term and even the most apparently repugnant citizens deserve enlightened representation in the courts of our land not to mention our trails, paths and cul de sacs. Since there is no such thing as a bad cowboy, only a sick one, all's fair in love and war although gin rummy honors a tradition of closely-held dictums, the most prominent of which addresses questions surrounding the contradiction that exists within the expression, "squeaky sneakers."
If you're a casual visitor caught up in melancholia and seeking relief from the after-effects of too much ostrich burger settle on in, tour the pages we offer, contemplate the fiction and know how much we worry about your priorities. Any person who can pass any state bar exam and scratch out a successful career in this age of antipodal enterprise is quantifiable in my book, knowing my bite is worse than my bark and all past accusations need to be seen in the context of complex. Since there is no such thing as perfection, only aspiration, we plead for understanding ... and non-profit status.
Web master Paul Miller owns this site. Proud and defiant, he deserves credit for salvaging its past and molding it into a futuristic modality where ideas can flow, music endure and imperfect members of the human race pause long enough to contemplate one more egotist's emancipation into word celebration ... and beyond. Paul is the first person in the writer's life with sufficient intelligence to observe that non sequester clearly simulates the numbing down of Armenia and reveals the sheer banality of an otherwise promising idiom -- the common abacus.
Paul ended the discussion by suggesting everyone tap their "Esc" key and call out for Indonesian.
Doc Trout
Jan 2009
Latest Works
The Path is Wide
Trout Pomeroy
With: Billion Watts/Dan Hazlett/Garrett Pomeroy/Bill Ronstadt
TRACKS: Sort of Love Affair,
Finding the Way,
Destiny’s Dancer,
Piece for My Puzzle,
Chasing Memories,
Staid Too Long,
Sun Sweep the Sky,
Peninsula Shore,
Song for my Choir,
The Path is Wide
Swimming downstream requires zero ego and genuine disdain for anything resembling true effort, let alone valor. More deft and disciplined fish demonstrate superiority by opting for the rigors of shimmying against the natural flow of current, evolving their way up the lazy river there to lay an egg for literary posterity... <more>
If Others Remember, a highly personal yet historically evocative memoir of the late-1960s. Citing the Kent State tragedy as the key turning point of the war, the author details his own chronology within the larger story of how a certain emerging generation tap-danced its way through one of the most tumultuous periods in American history... <more>
Here I Is
By: Dr. Arno Launger
The potential of life can be expressed in an idiom stolen without remorse from the mouth of a character from the old television show, “The Little Rascals.” Americans in their 50s and 60s now argue about what character specifically gained minor fame for articulating that expression on the old programs, which many Americans spent an inordinate amount of time watching in their younger years.
This is what they tell me at least. I wasn’t there and therefore I cannot profess to understand what was on these shows. I grew up in Denmark. We didn’t have television. We had weaving. I can weave like a bad dog, to evoke another Americanism. For the record, I maintain a feverish “love-hate” relationship with The New World. I admire Yankee spunk, pizza and the 1966 Dodge Barracuda. I abhor me-first’ism, boorish behavior and the overall rudeness that non-Americans detect whenever in the presence of any alumni of the University of Southern California.
Pulseloose Speaks!
Regular readers will growl upon discovering the infrequent column, “Ask Rev. Trout,” has been resuscitated just in time for the annual sub-uterine New Year’s alcoholic consumption movement to wrap its tentacles around and prepare further for tonight’s regularly scheduled Bunny Hope & Bingo ceremony.
