Best Kiss Ever

Just for an example, imagine that you received a kiss from someone you wanted a kiss from and before hand you were hoping it was not going to be just a kiss but a nice kiss.  The instant your lips touched you knew something extraordinary was going on.  You had "nice" expectations because you like to kiss in general and the person you were going to kiss has good hygiene, nice lips and a great smile. 

With your eyes closed, that first nibble lasted only a second, maybe, but you are now confused with how to breath.  All of your senses have been hijacked.  You are touching the person's shoulders but your hands and arms are frozen unable to move.  Your mouth is still open but not wide and you need air and inhale through your nose.  The scent of her hair and her breath fill your nasal cavity, you can taste the lipstick although you cannot tell what flavor it is. You pull back and open your eyes to see a face in front of you with a similar look of astonishment.  You realize that no other kiss, even with this person will be as intense, as rewarding, as destructive as this kiss was.  It ruined all other kisses, probably for the rest of your life.

Now, stop imagining this kiss because it will just upset you that there are few kisses like this one to go around.

Recently, I had lunch at a little shop in an antique alley kind of place.  I had heard the food here was excellent yet a little pricey.  I am a cheapskate but I felt the need to splurge a bit even though price can ruin a meal for me but I was being adventurous.   I ordered, well it does not matter what I ordered as a main course.  I ordered tea, an Earl Grey variety.  The waiter, a kid of fifteen years quickly brought us a complimentary scone.  It was a blueberry, lemon pecan scone.  I am not sure what exactly a scone is but I can assume it is what he brought us.  My Earl Grey arrived quickly also.  The scone was excellent tasting and I will order scones again assuming it was a scone and not a biscuit in which case I will order a biscuit.  The tea was also quite good.  I opened the tea cup to notice that the grounds were actual leaves, a sign of a quality tea I am told.  We placed our orders and waited in the warm sun at an outside table.  Expectations were high and anticipation was mounting.  As I was gazing off into space watching some such nonsense down the block, our meals arrived.  It was simple fare and with no real frills except nice china and heavy silverware.  The table was so small the young waiter explained we could move the tea pots to the flower bed adjacent to our table.  "That was cool" I thought.  There was not hint of disappointment so far. The open air, the smells and the view.

I grabbed the spoon and without really looking a my food, I scooped up a bit of it and sipped it off the spoon.  I immediately looked down to see what I had just eaten.  I quickly took a full spoon in my mouth.  I looked up and said " Oh holy shit", "taste this". and I offered my guest a taste.  My head was spinning, I literally could not breath effectively.  The expression on my guests face was similar to mine so I knew I was not dying.  As my eyes welled up with tears, I said, " I think that is the best thing I have ever tasted".  I was pretty close to weeping out loud so I did not speak and tried to maintain a little composer. My guest is laughing now and I took another bite of the scone.  I returned to my meal and did everything in my power to make it last, hopefully the rest of my life but maybe seven minutes.  I have had this dish other places, not fancy like this but nothing has ever hit my taste buds like this.  I have no idea how to make something taste like it tastes.

I like food.  I watch cooking shows all the time.  I watch great chefs mix spices and stress techniques. Nothing comes to mind on how this flavor with this dish is even possible.   I have several dishes I call "food of the gods".  Most are traditional old family recipes that really are tremendously tasty.  Some are newer and I consider them special any time I can get them.  I am afraid they are all now mere shadows for my future culinary quests.  I hope the Halupke will still be my ultimate favorite.  I hope the Curry Mango dishes I love will still be there for me.  Today, I do not think so.  I ate some leftover spaghetti and everyone knows second day pasta dishes are better than first day. It was good but somehow weaker, less necessary.  I could give up a life to taste food from this little shop or anywhere this good, even if it was just this dish.  I could give up stuff.  I could end up riding a bicycle to work because of this dish.  

Oscar Reviews

My reviews

Mad Max,   I never can watch movies with titles like this.  I cannot believe he is still mad.  What is he mad at.  Maybe they should have called it Furry Road there there would be something to be mad about, a road made of furs.

Bridge of Spies.  Give Tom Hanks the award.  He knows what love is.  The title is a rip off of "Bridge of Sighs" by Robin Trower so there is that. 

The Martian.  No, I just watched a rerun of "My Favorite Martian", now that was acting.

Ryan Gosling, no, Micheal Keaton, really?  Maybe if they were two homosexuals trying to keep a job, now that would be a movie.

The Big Short.  This title is too confusing.  So is the suspense of the movie.  Not enough violence.

Brooklyn.  It is about immigrants and hope.  Never make it with about a third of the people in this country because as we all know immigration is a socialist liberal bent and hope is anti-fascist-conservative hooha.  Another third cannot see it because they are working three jobs just to afford to go to a movie.  That leave a third of the country which is comprised of whinny dints who will watch anything as long as they have their phones and can be rude in the dark.

Best screenplay should go to "The Nutcracker"  which is about a college frat game where frat boys and girls have a contest to make pledges crack up and quit school.  

Best Sound Track would have gone to Bridge of Spies if they would have use Trower's stuff.

Best Adult Animation in a  Useless Category  would go to "The Ice Princess warms up to Ivan" which is a story loosely based on Catherine the Great. 

Best Host in a Reality Game Show would go to Drew Cary for the host of "Sewer Bowling for Homeless People"

It was a slow year.

 

NAME THAT GAME SHOW!

Enough Said!  

Could it be "What's My bullshit Line?" or the "Trillion Dollar Immigration Pyramid" or maybe "The GOP is in Jeopardy".  Vanna,  I choose what is behind the Joe McCarthy Curtain for $1,000,000,000 in donations please.


There is never a good gong around when you need one!

It is Official -- Our newest Terror Organization inside the US

U.S. Code Tittle 22 Chapter 38, Section 2656f(d) defines terrorism as: “Premeditated, politically motivated violence perpetrated against noncombatant targets by sub-national groups or clandestine agents, usually intended to influence an audience.”^[18]

Trump On Attacked Protester: 'Maybe He Should Have Been Roughed Up' 

Ted Cruz is so thrilled that someone who wants abortion providers to be killed and is supporting him that he actually sent out a press release to celebrate the endorsement. Is that what this Republican primary has come to? Presidential candidates applauding -- not denouncing -- these radically extreme positions?

 Women across the country, in particular low-income women, can't afford a party who will hack away at reproductive choices, economic mobility, and healthcare access to curry favor with the radical fringe who now are calling all the shots in the Republican party.

Yes, it is sad but true.  McCarthy would be proud of them.  The Klan will rise again but wearing elephants cloths.  The Black Panthers look like mild mannered geniuses compared to this bunch.  Hitler would have banned the Republican presidential candidates for being a threat to logic.  Jesus would have called them a "brood of vipers" and would have to forgive them because they know not what the fuck they are doing and how much trouble and harm they are causing.

They, the republican wackadoodle political party by design and plan are attacking "Freedom" at its core, intellectually, politically, socially, economically and spiritually.  All freedoms are at risk.  All religions are at risk.  These people would not know a christian if it came riding in on a donkey.   The attacks are now becoming physical toward protesters, reporters and other organizations.  The policies they are backing will harm many, many millions, cost many billions and further crumble our once great nation.  They believe "education and learning" has a liberal bias and therefore should be discouraged.  Some of them know their policies are nothing new in history (Hitler, Stalin, Peron) so if we can keep the new kids from learning about slaves and call them "plantation workers" they will not have to explain why certain religions or races (Japanese internment) must not have all the rights of other citizens. 

I agree with many that our society is too crude  and amoral, I agree that abortion is "ending a life" and the government spends way to much money.  I think these things need to be fixed.  You just do not do it by eliminating civil liberties and adopting racist, fascist policies.    It just takes to long to undo those kinds of policies.  North Korea is still 10 years away from change.  It took the Soviet Union 40 years to undo its policies.

Just call it what it is -- a terrorist plot

Pull the head out!

I have lived a life of quiet ignorance related to lots of stuff.  I just do not pay much attention some times.  I am constantly amazed when my brothers and sisters tell me stories of mom and dad arguing or about mom talking to neighbors down the street.  Mom and dad were friends with  the parents of kids I knew while growing up but did not know they knew them.  This cluelessness does not apply to all aspects of my life.  I try to stay up with current events although I consciously do not follow the Kardasians.

Ok, the clarification of my clueless nature is over and you will not find anyone to disagree with my lack thereof.  I do like to make very subtle jokes.  I get sort of offended when people do not understand my jokes.  They are important to me.  I work in a place where free thought is greatly under-appreciated.  Free thought and creative action is squashed into oblivion by desk instructions, witch hunt panels and an army of bored, feeble minded quality inspectors that could not recognize a good idea if it fell through the roof.  Quality is not job one, it is paperwork, tons of paperwork.  They would quite emphatically write a thirty page memo with charts, pictures and erroneous logic recommending that we instigate a policy to prevent good ideas from just falling from not only the ceiling but most obviously from the sky since after-all, the idea probably did not grow on the roof and work its way through the roof to eventually fall from the ceiling.  A splinter panel would be assembled to make sure there are no good ideas growing on the roof.  Great effort will be made to not stifle the original investigation and push the cost of the investigation up to something more ridiculous.

There is a group of people that will visit our facility and they have named the project CREAM, an acronym.  Since the rule is that before you name a project, an acronym of some creativity must drive the project name.  So since I know this project is not related to the Dairy Council, the acronym probably gives inference to something else.  Now, I am fifty seven years old and most of the senior managers on projects that come to our facility are about my age also.  For someone that is this age there is only one possibility of what CREAM refers to unless you are from Utah, Saudi Arabia or Krakatoa somewhere near Java.  

So, I asked the people at the Operations Desk(they coordinate with visiting programs), who are in Rock and Roll bands on the week ends and about the same age as me why they did not tell me that Eric Clapton was going to be in the facility?  NOTHING!  I could hear tears fall on the carpet it was so quiet.   Now I know it was subtle but come on guys, its "Cream", one of the most creative and important bands in our time.  Our time, not our children's time but I bet my kids would have caught the joke and maybe even laughed. 

Thinking this was a pretty good joke, I knew of a group of people that I considered free thinkers and that were about my same age.  They only rarely had their heads up there ass.  I set the joke up with the a story about a visiting program, blah, blah, blah, called Cream.  I said, "When Eric Clapton gets here I am going to get his autograph".  They laughed and promptly ran a Youtube video of "Strange Brew".  I could feel the love in the room.  I told them of the disaster at the Operations Desk and they shook their heads weepingly.  "What is wrong with them?" they said.  I know!  Retirement cannot come too soon for them or me.