A story post apocalyptically endured
Last night, I read the newspaper and it had a game on the cruciverbal page. I wrote a tool to finish it for me, which seemed much easier than actually solving the thing myself. I offer you one and only one piece of that tool today, and maybe another pieces in the future. I solve puzzles now because it lets my wife know that I am not grey matter challenged.
I told an old friend the other day that I would endevour to add more to this journal. I realize that I can not keep up a high pace as others of you seem to do. writing for me causes nausea and vomiting. but write I must, lets the stories fall out of my head and onto the floor. The floor, you realize, is no place for a story, they get lint on them when on the floor. Then the dog comes by and licks them. No, stories do not belong on the floor. But tonight will be no cogent story. tonight you have to suffer through the mental anguish I suffer when I try to recall something specific from those heady years.
So, tell me a story unka some_mensch, tell me about when you and sterno were too young to be charged as an adult for anything less than murder. Charged? did you do something illegal? NAY! not that night, at any rate. I am just listening to young deborah harry stein sing about being an x-offender. No story for you youngster. Now, go to bed.
Sterno's stereo was a hodgepodge of components. He had a uber high quality but old collection of crap. Mine, was more up to date, as I bought it all with my unsightly booty that I gots from working too hard at the hardly working store. He listened to that crap he listened to, and I listened to my own version of crap. I believe I wore a groovy into george harrison's opus 4 disc creation "all things must pass" and of course all 4 ear splitting sides of quadrophenia. Yeah little ones, these were record albums, not certificates of deposit.
"Wow unka some_mensch, are you so old you remember records?" remember them? I was on my third stereo before kyocera and sony released the very first compact disc digital audio players in these here united states of comerica. Poor sterno and blondie and ron & mr. sleepy time, and the rest. You see, once I purchased my cdda player (actually, I believe the youngsters abrieviate that CD player now), the first one audio insultants sold, and the first one ever sold in our town. I went to the local rose records and bought EVERY CD ever made (there were 10 different titles at the time) I think they musta heard tubular bells and yellow brick road a thousand times.
Did I mention Mr. Sleepy time? geez I added another name to the mix, maybe. He was some freakish buddy of Ron-o's. They slept under the dinnet set one summer. That Mr. Sleepytime could sleep 20 hours a day. He was animated long enough to eat, shit, shower, and drink enough beer to put himself to sleep. What the hell did they teach at Case Western Reserve University & School of Truck Driving? (of yeah, bar tending and drinking I guess...)
hmmm, why was I talking about stereo's and beer? maybe it had something to do with musical theatre and cult movies?
We attended the midnight single feature at the biograph on and off, too many times to count (but I am certain Phoenix counted and could tell you). Before the Chez and during the Chez. Many people went in costume, Sterno and I went in our normal daily finery. There were, after all, plenty of large men in fish net stockings, and changing cloths was work. We stood there winter and summer, in line with teenage angst gone horribly wrong. Not our angst, mind you, no neither Sterno nor myself felt much of that stuff. Maybe we were sociopathic, maybe we were dumb and happy, maybe the gods smilled on us because the sacrifice of the chemistry teachers daughter was a success and did in fact bring the sun back. You should ask Sterno some time about why he had to take the teachers daughter to the prom.
You see, we liked music. I am sure we still do. Right now I am listening to music, or what passed for it when Bonnie Tyler was a top 10 star. Holy crap, am I really listening to "Turn around bright eyes"????? I better change the iPod. Ah, Bow Wow Wow, much better, and yet still super craptacular.
No, I remember what I was thinking of, Mike Nesmith's visionary cable TV channel (Yes, the very same Mike Nesmith who's mother invented liquid paper!) You see, the song just came on my iPod, the song that my brain knew was coming up. I leave off today with a simple question. Which beauty shop chair were you sitting in when the buggles came on the TV screen and told us all about how the radio star was dead? Me? I was inebriated and I spent 2 solid days watching that waste of technology.
Did I mention that my wife had a bit part in "Television parts"?
'i got a pocket full of quarters and I am headed to the arcade..."
John Stewart has moments of zen, I leave you with a koan of a different form:
int testAColumn(gameBoard *g, int colStart) {
int canBe;
int mustBe;
int didChange = 0;
int x, y, myMask;
for (x=1; x<10; x++) {
myMask = 1
if (canBe==1) {
g->sq[mustBe] = x; // !what do you know, this shoudl work!
g->hint[mustBe] = perfectMask[x];
printf("column Caught solo %d\n",mustBe);
didChange ++;
}
}
return didChange;
}
I told an old friend the other day that I would endevour to add more to this journal. I realize that I can not keep up a high pace as others of you seem to do. writing for me causes nausea and vomiting. but write I must, lets the stories fall out of my head and onto the floor. The floor, you realize, is no place for a story, they get lint on them when on the floor. Then the dog comes by and licks them. No, stories do not belong on the floor. But tonight will be no cogent story. tonight you have to suffer through the mental anguish I suffer when I try to recall something specific from those heady years.
So, tell me a story unka some_mensch, tell me about when you and sterno were too young to be charged as an adult for anything less than murder. Charged? did you do something illegal? NAY! not that night, at any rate. I am just listening to young deborah harry stein sing about being an x-offender. No story for you youngster. Now, go to bed.
Sterno's stereo was a hodgepodge of components. He had a uber high quality but old collection of crap. Mine, was more up to date, as I bought it all with my unsightly booty that I gots from working too hard at the hardly working store. He listened to that crap he listened to, and I listened to my own version of crap. I believe I wore a groovy into george harrison's opus 4 disc creation "all things must pass" and of course all 4 ear splitting sides of quadrophenia. Yeah little ones, these were record albums, not certificates of deposit.
"Wow unka some_mensch, are you so old you remember records?" remember them? I was on my third stereo before kyocera and sony released the very first compact disc digital audio players in these here united states of comerica. Poor sterno and blondie and ron & mr. sleepy time, and the rest. You see, once I purchased my cdda player (actually, I believe the youngsters abrieviate that CD player now), the first one audio insultants sold, and the first one ever sold in our town. I went to the local rose records and bought EVERY CD ever made (there were 10 different titles at the time) I think they musta heard tubular bells and yellow brick road a thousand times.
Did I mention Mr. Sleepy time? geez I added another name to the mix, maybe. He was some freakish buddy of Ron-o's. They slept under the dinnet set one summer. That Mr. Sleepytime could sleep 20 hours a day. He was animated long enough to eat, shit, shower, and drink enough beer to put himself to sleep. What the hell did they teach at Case Western Reserve University & School of Truck Driving? (of yeah, bar tending and drinking I guess...)
hmmm, why was I talking about stereo's and beer? maybe it had something to do with musical theatre and cult movies?
We attended the midnight single feature at the biograph on and off, too many times to count (but I am certain Phoenix counted and could tell you). Before the Chez and during the Chez. Many people went in costume, Sterno and I went in our normal daily finery. There were, after all, plenty of large men in fish net stockings, and changing cloths was work. We stood there winter and summer, in line with teenage angst gone horribly wrong. Not our angst, mind you, no neither Sterno nor myself felt much of that stuff. Maybe we were sociopathic, maybe we were dumb and happy, maybe the gods smilled on us because the sacrifice of the chemistry teachers daughter was a success and did in fact bring the sun back. You should ask Sterno some time about why he had to take the teachers daughter to the prom.
You see, we liked music. I am sure we still do. Right now I am listening to music, or what passed for it when Bonnie Tyler was a top 10 star. Holy crap, am I really listening to "Turn around bright eyes"????? I better change the iPod. Ah, Bow Wow Wow, much better, and yet still super craptacular.
No, I remember what I was thinking of, Mike Nesmith's visionary cable TV channel (Yes, the very same Mike Nesmith who's mother invented liquid paper!) You see, the song just came on my iPod, the song that my brain knew was coming up. I leave off today with a simple question. Which beauty shop chair were you sitting in when the buggles came on the TV screen and told us all about how the radio star was dead? Me? I was inebriated and I spent 2 solid days watching that waste of technology.
Did I mention that my wife had a bit part in "Television parts"?
'i got a pocket full of quarters and I am headed to the arcade..."
John Stewart has moments of zen, I leave you with a koan of a different form:
int testAColumn(gameBoard *g, int colStart) {
int canBe;
int mustBe;
int didChange = 0;
int x, y, myMask;
for (x=1; x<10; x++) {
myMask = 1
if (canBe==1) {
g->sq[mustBe] = x; // !what do you know, this shoudl work!
g->hint[mustBe] = perfectMask[x];
printf("column Caught solo %d\n",mustBe);
didChange ++;
}
}
return didChange;
}