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Man: A Pattern-Seeking Animal Sitting out front at the downtown coffeehouse. I happen to look up. There it was: a message from Them. Decussated chemtrails. That grand display for my benefit initiated a series of messages. Looked at this strategically placed rubber glove. They knew I would spot their satanic threat against me, the invocation of the Great Horned Beast. The other day I noticed someone – actually something – was staring at me. It was a demonically possessed shovel. Evil eyes. Don’t believe me? Then how do you explain these images? Isn’t your brain hardwired to find patterns? X * * * X If you enjoy such eXtreme posts, have them emailed right to you. Use the Subscribe By Email service provided by Feedblitz, located in the right hand column of this blog.

Joe Bonomo: Straight Dope DON’T BE A DOPE Facts About Narcotics By Joe Bonomo and his staff of experts 64 pages; Bonomo Pocket Manuals (1966) Pull up a chair. Hollywood stuntman, body builder, and health expert Joe Bonomo wants to give you the dope on dope. Of course, Joe’s observations were made over four decades ago, but truth never changes, especially when it comes to the dope racket. Opium, heroin, and marihuana – all the same; they’ll kill ya. It’s been proven that marihuana leads to harder stuff. By itself it’s bad. Examinations of reefer addicts prove that the drug can shrink a brain as much as ten percent. But what’s the solution to stopping the narcotics epidemic? One answer: Early sex education. Improper sex training can cause kids to grow up to be troubled adults. A messed up adult is a prime target for an unscrupulous peddler. Narcotics easily push the user into a helpless decline, the slippery slope of drug orgies, loose morals, venereal disease, bad teeth –- and

Robo-Druggist Great. My drugstore has been absorbed by voice mail conformity. Instead of speaking with a human being, I have to make a refill via the keypad on my phone. I punch in my Rx number; the robot voice tells me that my prescription will be ready in two hours. Of course, when I show up at the drugstore at the proper time, my prescription hasn’t been filled. I explain that I used the “robot system” when I called. The pharmacist apologizes; the voice mail system is new. She mentions that she forgot to check the green box on her computer screen telling her the deadline for processing my order. Four other people had called before me and their prescriptions are also overdue. “So,” I joked, “you become a robot for a robot.” She smiled. “Here’s your refill. Not as good as a robot.” “Better,” I observed. “Robots don’t smile.” I didn’t add that human beings are more responsive; information can easily be gained from one. I learned from the pharmacist what to do next time when I c

CPAP: Whoopee! With a CPAP unit, one question must be answered: what kind of plastic rig do I want strapped on my face? One mask just covers your nose. The increased air pressure to keep sleep apnea under control is pumped in through your nasal passages. Works OK if you don’t open your mouth, allowing the pressure to weaken. A chinstrap is supposed to keep your mouth shut, but it also causes the nose mask to slide around more and leak. Such leaks are called “farts” by CPAP users. Indeed, it does sound like a small whoopee cushion when the air slips out from underneath the flexible membrane seal. Try sleeping with a whoopee cushion on your face making rude sounds. The other option is a full face mask that covers both your nose and your mouth. The upside is that even if you open your mouth while sleeping, air pressure in maintained. The downside is there is more area to slide around and leak. A bigger whoopee cushion. Before I could replace my old nose mask, I had to use a full f

POMIBs? The mystery deepens. A while ago I wrote about a letter to Jim Moseley, writer/editor of the zine Saucer Smear, that had been returned to me because it was allegedly “undeliverable.” There was no reason for the letter to be sent back: it was properly addressed and stamped. Jim checked with the post office on his end in Key West, Florida. The postal official said that someone made a mistake. Some time after that incident, Jim called me and let me know that he had received an undamaged letter from saucer cartoonist Matt Graber inside the standard plastic bag with the note from the PO apologizing for damaging the item. The first time I wrote about this postal strangeness, I speculated that men in black (as in human government spooks) were embedded in USPS, keeping track of saucer fiends. Yesterday I can across an item at ufomystic.com by Greg Bishop, talking about some weirdness he encountered with his snail mail communications with abduction researcher/writer Karla Turner befo

An Appropriate Date Today is my birthday. Actually it’s a birth date that I picked for myself. Since no one can pick the day they’re actually born, I believe everyone has the right to choose a second birthday – a B2. From what I’ve quickly Google-gathered ( Wikipedia and Snopes ) April 1 used to be associated with the first day of spring and the New Year. All of that was changed when the calendar was changed from Julian to Gregorian in the 1500s: January 1 became the day to mark a new year. There are a few ideas about the origin of the April Fools Day. According to one bit of speculation, a person was a fool when he still thought April 1 marked the New Year. Neighbors would stop in to his home on that day, acting as if it was New Year’s Day. If he fell for the trick, then he was appropriately labeled. (Lots of yuks with those French peasants, eh?) Me, I’m more concerned about the spring aspect of April 1. Around here January 1 is the dead of winter. April 1 makes more sense t