Big Bad Ms Escalate

She's not satisfied with his acquiescence to her demand

She's got to rub it in his face, make him understand

Gonna emasculate him, cut his balls right off

Gonna make sure he knows she's got the upper hand

And if that is not enough

If that does not entertain her

She's gonna have to escalate the situation

She's gonna have to let him know she's no amateur

She might decide right then and there

That this would be the best time to tell the world

That her man can't get it up

Irregardless of the fact

That all she has ever had to do is lay back

Big bad Ms Escalate

She flirts with those she actually hates

The blind, the easily deceived

The dumb mofos 

Who cannot see

A Quiet, Modest Life

What is this desire that seems to have taken root in my mind? I speak not of desire for love (or lust, for that matter), or for wealth, or even things.

What I desire is a less technology centered, less convenience driven, and far, far slower pace to life.

It's not that I'm a Neo-Luddite - I've stated this quite a few times in the past, but just to be clear, I love computers and the Internet and all that they have made possible. I love my smart phone, and I love my flat screen TV and the service provider that allows me to surf 500 channels.

The rejection of technology is not what I mean when I say less technology. What I mean with that statement is that I want to rely on technology less, for communication, for education, and especially for entertainment,

I want more face-to-face communication, more exploring, more adventuring, and much more interaction with other humans doing things like playing softball or fixing up an old barn.

And what I mean by less convenience is, I want to stop taking all the short cuts that the modern age affords me - I want to stop microwaving my meals, I want to stop using a remote control to change channels and open doors and turn off the lights, and I want to stop driving to a store that is only 6 blocks away.

As for the far slower pace of life, that is fairly self-explanatory.

Every time I drive along I-70 or I-80 through the Midwest and I speed past small town after small town, I wonder how great it must be to live in a place where traffic isn't backed up for hours every single morning and every single evening. I wonder what it must be like to be able to walk into a store and be greeted with a real welcome by a person who knows your name, and is actually grateful for your patronage.

Those thoughts fill my mind for hours as I drive through eastern Colorado, or Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, Wisconsin, and just about every other state that is located in what is commonly referred to as the heartland of America.

It may seem as if I've gone off the deep end to some of my family and friends, but there burns in me a desire to live in a small town, one where people are easygoing, casual, and friendly to everyone. I want live in a town where people not only know one another, they actually care about one another.

And yes, I'm aware that means I'd be living in a place where everybody knows my business, but in this day and age, where Facebook and Twitter are de rigueur, what difference does that make?

The Search For A Quiet Place

This is the story of a dream. The dream is one that features finding a place that is satisfying to the body, mind, and spirit - a place that offers fresh, unsullied air to the lungs, wide-open vistas featuring nature's beauty for the eyes, and rich, dark soil for the feet to trod upon.

But first a word from our sponsor.

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You read that right...14.5 million dollars for a ribbon of light Welcome To Denver / Welcome To D.I.A. sign (depending upon whether or not you're coming or going to the airport...)

To be clear, it's only 11.5 million for the actual ribbon of light sign structure - the other 3 million is for 12 years of operation and maintenance.

One thousand feet of lighted poles and a couple of signs for 14.5 million. What a bargain.

Especially when the complete and total lack of any form of impressive light show in the area where D.I.A. is located is taken into consideration...

Elfestation

Spent Saturday night in Littleton...which was experiencing a bit of an elfestation...

Elfvis Presentsly I presume

                                          Someone was making a few pennies selling Elf hats

                                        Definitely the most elves I've ever personally seen

                            Don't have a clue what this was, but it looked cool and belched fire

Rough-And-Tumble Daze Of Shopping

There were at least 150 to 200 people in the store when I entered, and this was in the afternoon, well after the crowds that formed outside the store at 5:00am had begun to dissipate.

The desire for a deal, especially a deal on an item that is not only worth having, but actually a pragmatic acquisition, is powerful, especially when all that is required to take advantage of the deal is a bit of patience.

Okay, maybe that should read a ton of patience. A metric tonne. Getting to the tool kit was easy enough, but the standing in line...for over 45 minutes...that was a trial.

But stand in line I did, and when it all was over I was happy with the results. It was as close as I was going to get to being a hunter-gatherer anytime soon, and satisfying in that primitive fashion that seems to be part of the shared human memory dealio.

  

Not The Best Decision I've Made The Day Before Thanksgiving...

Nope, not even close...though it will probably save me from the gluttony of the day.