Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Stung By A Bee

The fat round creatures with black and yellow stripes.  The ones that make sweet honey. They hover when they fly, sometimes right in front of your face. They land on bright and beautiful flowers and collect pollen. Then they fly for miles back to hives made from wax to make us delicious sweet honey. They are so cool.
     It stung me. That fat  bee bitch . I was just standing there, and it landed on my hair. When I went to pull it out, the stoopid thing stung me..right in the web of my fingers. Ouch!!  Never mind the honey!  I really don't eat it much anyway. That was totally uncalled for. Maybe bees aren't so great.
About a week later, I was innocently walking down a hiking trail and tripped over a small rotting log.  Proud of my recovery and glad I avoided a faceplant, I smiled to myself in a half grinning "Sheewsh!" , and strode forward while glancing back.  Something was wrong.  Things got fuzzy. I squished my eyes together to clear the sweat from them. But it wasn't sweat . It was a cloud. A cloud of the bee bitch's sister cousins called yellow jackets. I ran...they followed. Sting!  Sting!  I guess that log was important to them. Sting! Sting! Forty-seven stings later ( wasn't counting while I was running) ,  I lost them when I passed three hikers coming from the other direction.  Sorry innocent hikers. But I had been stung enough! I made my way back to my car and drove home in tearful rage, cursing all'winged creatures related to the bee!
      Against all that had been indoctrinated to me, I developed a sort of , well, ...."prejudice"... against bees and their kinfolk.  When I see a bee, my instinctive reaction is to run, or to kill it. My instincts contradicting the indoctrination of non-prejudice. To pre-judge...is just wrong!   Or am I to be allowed this learned instinct?  Am I allowed to carry this experience of pre-judgement into the human realm?  Am I politically incorrect to harbor instinctive biases?  
      I am allowed to think, and think freely. To contemptfully insinuate that I am either wrong, or bad....to dare straddle the lines of political incorrectedness is in itself a hate filled bias against free thinkers. I am allowed my instincts and they are not necessarily wrong.  I can pre judge, and I will pre judge.  Because I say this, what will you judge about me?


Eternal soul. Trapped...caged..tricked ..into accepting the concept of time. For time cannot exist in eternity.   Spirit embodied ..and spirit freed. Captured and released.  Shown the path to light in the vast darkness.  Saved from the chaotic search for a home in the void.
For now , this body is home for a captured soul. Given the hope of solid ground . Feet to trod a path to an eternal home.

European Southern Observatory
Gamma-Ray Burst
The "rebels" who fight the Big Bang theory are mostly attempting to grapple with the concept of time. They are philosophers as much as cosmologists, unsatisfied with the Big Bang, unimpressed with string theory and unconvinced of the multiverse. Julian Barbour, British physicist, author, and major proponent of the idea of timeless physics, is one of those rebels--so thoroughly a rebel that he has spurned the world of academics.
Julian Barbour's solution to the problem of time in physics and cosmology is as simply stated as it is radical: there is no such thing as time.
"If you try to get your hands on time, it's always slipping through your fingers," says Barbour. "People are sure time is there, but they can't get hold of it. My feeling is that they can't get hold of it because it isn't there at all."


European Southern Observatory
Gamma-Ray Burst
The "rebels" who fight the Big Bang theory are mostly attempting to grapple with the concept of time. They are philosophers as much as cosmologists, unsatisfied with the Big Bang, unimpressed with string theory and unconvinced of the multiverse. Julian Barbour, British physicist, author, and major proponent of the idea of timeless physics, is one of those rebels--so thoroughly a rebel that he has spurned the world of academics.
Julian Barbour's solution to the problem of time in physics and cosmology is as simply stated as it is radical: there is no such thing as time.
"If you try to get your hands on time, it's always slipping through your fingers," says Barbour. "People are sure time is there, but they can't get hold of it. My feeling is that they can't get hold of it because it isn't there at all." 

Friday, December 11, 2015

Kazoo is a most delicate instrument for only highly skilled musicians..

Something makes me think of you
When I lay my lips on my kazoo
The humming sound like bees so busy
Takes hold of me and makes me dizzy
No violin or brass or drum
Can make my lips feel quite this numb
Kazoo Kazoo my midnight friend
Brings my love back home again
Do you know how much I love you!
At 3 a.m. with my kazoo?!

The Transition

I am finding that I must make a transition.  To change from my world filled with dreams of what could be....to a reality of what will not.
And so the immortality of youth fades with the study of my own psychometry. Fighting the urge to leave the warm effervescence that kept this will alive in the arms of hope...I have decided to somehow capture it here...before it is lost in the abomasum of life and is gone forever.  That wonderful and life-giving perspective of youth is fading,  and I fear it will be gone in perpetuity...
     And so it begins.   The Transition. I can only hope that much is not lost already. That beautiful and wondrous perspective of youth,...however locked in perplexity....kept alive and fed by eternal hope.   The will and ability to dream has begun to cannibalize this heart,  ..for the dreams were my own and my heart kept them alive. But now reality has muffled them and my heart must beat harder to prove they are still within me..
   Yes, that awesome and resilient perspective that is only gleaned by youth,  has lost some of it's impermeable shield. And as it's layers of protection wear down to a thin membrane, ..my heart,..my soul begin to feel the sharpened tines of a new reality.         A changed perspective.
One that I can guess by the experience of those I have encountered there,..will build hardened layer upon hardened layer....like a blackened pearl in a sand infested oyster...to shield against these wretched times, and help them adapt to the new reality.  Keeping them shielded from the rays of hope, which they now perceive ...as the clutches ..of hope..

Sunday, December 6, 2015



What is left
to fuel the fire
secrets kept
of my heart's desire

Embers burning
smoking coals
of what once filled
this empty soul

Bellows blowing
'cross fading red
My heart not knowing
if my soul is dead.

Emptied dreams
squelched and smothered
obscured glow
of what shoveled dirt's covered..

What can rekindle
and begin to refuel
dying and emptied
heated flames cooled

Looking for something
to offer for flame
Gently blown coo s
Hovering over with shame

Reaching for palms
some straw or a leaf
Can't leave!  must console
this pitiful grief

Can't leave the embers
that once sparked something good
can't find the fuel
just burning wet wood


Sunday, November 29, 2015

Elrok Movie Review : "The Night Before"

Irreverence? Blasphemy? Mockery?  Debauchery?  Not fully understanding the satanic impulses that coaxed me into this theater....I left conscience behind to embrace the perception of guilty pleasure this film might provide.  In our  contemporary American  society ,  Elvis and Jesus have left the building...though elusive sightings of them  occur from time to time.  When Silent Nights turn into a Blue Christmas,  memories of  Jesus or Elvis might be woefully retrieved for a time,  only to be shoved back into darkened crevasses  that will fill the void created by their absence.

Yes, this film gave what it promised,  and nothing more.  If it found something to ridicule,  it was not religion, or the Christ child.  The true meaning of Christmas shines through in this film,....a reminder of what it really means to the bulk of our modern society.  It's a time to party.

Ridiculous is  funny. Clowns are funny. This film was...funny!  The cock crowed at least three times. If cocks crowing are funny to you...then THIS is the film for you!  Jesus denied,  but at least acknowledged.  Redemption was not a pre-thought, an after-thought, or even a conceivable notion.

  It is probably a sin of some kind to enter the theater for this film. If you are the religious sort,  and still choose to go....'pre-emptive prayer'  might be in order:  "  Dear Jesus,  please forgive me for what I am about to do........"

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Moray Eels

                                                             Moray Eels

                               Moray eels
                                  know how it feels
                                    in a dark and lonely place.

                              In holes they hide

                                With rocks confide

                                    in their cold and clammy space.

                             They shivver-quivver as they wait,

                                 for much do they anticipate

                                    a guest to pass their unsuspecting dorm.

                             A guest!  He passes!
                                  And is invited in!
                                     But the water is murky, and the light is dim

                              and he swims right past the eel's unnoticed home.

                            Moray eels

                                know how it feels

                                   in a dark and lonely place.

                             In holes they hide

                                With rocks confide

                                   in their cold and clammy space..


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Prayers of an Irish Mother..."Tomorrow's Far Away"'


Oh Father....
Guide these faltering steps today--
'Lest I should fall

Ah! ...tomorrow far away.
Today is all.

If I can keep my feet
  'til evening tide time..
Night...will bring rest

Then stronger grown tomorrow
   I will climb
with ever zest!

Oh, let me stoop to no unworthiness..
     in pain, or in
Nor bear from yesterday one bitterness!
On 'til tomorrow!

Then Father guide these
searching eyes today,
Thy path to see

Be patient with my feebleness;
The way is steep to Thee...

                                               ( Elizabeth Pickering)

(prayer of an Irish mother)

Elrok Movie Review: 'Bridge of Spies"

52 year old single divorced bachelor Dad.  Not a personal ad,  though I am used to that kind of rejection.  But this.  THIS!  When did it come to THIS!   I  was snubbed when taking my dear daughter and friends to see "The Hunger Games".  The odd man out,  this anticipated but still painful type of rejection had me heading to the next theater in a somewhat somber sigh. Thus, this movie review for "Bridge of Spies".

Having said "no thanks, Tom Hanks" in the past,  seeing him here sent me into a slight cringe. The bosom buddy had me 'sleepless' last time out,  thinking about the wasted 50 bucks spent on a crappy movie and popcorn,  a subject of a previous review.

This  'spy' movie was better than the recent  "BOND"  flick,  but what exactly does that say. The latest BOND movie sucked. Did this one just suck less?

Not sure,  but I think Hanks may have forced a cameo of a piece in his  not so famous typewriter collection.  It was evident that this movie focused on the nostalgic memories of the time.  It was fun to see some of the old cars, clearly staged street setting and signage ,  crude cameras, and museum borrowed  'spy' equipment not so cleverly staged for you from the 1950's.

That was fun.

The rest made me kinda sick.

Most of the patrons 20 years my senior were singing this movie's praises...probably because it re-ignited the synapses in old memories whose fire had become an ash covered ember. Spies..lies....rooting for the bad guy...not knowing which is which...love your country....hate your country...love your enemy... fear and angst of nuclear holocaust...hate your enemy...America is a principled nation....America is a hypocritical nation....  Spielberg succeeded if it was his intent to make you hate the whole curs-ed game.

This movie actually had my mind searching for Beatles John Lennon song  "IMAGINE"....and attempting to pluck it's commie like lyrics to my minds forefront,  .... conjuring dreams of leaving all the bullcrap behind to go live in a small fishing village in South America.

Wasn't blown away...but if you are heading into your 70's and want a shot of nostalgia,  this might be a good one for the Tuesday matinee after feasting from the Denny's senior menu. And as for Tom Hanks....he's got a unique face.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Elrok movie review: "Spectre", Jame Bond 007


I waited....and waited...and waited...    No  naked silhouettes. No shadows! Just the real thing.  Guess I shoulda seen "The Writing on the Wall" ...but I even stayed through 15 minutes of credit rolls. Please naked shadows...please redeem this movie in the end with those sexy and sensual shadowy  silhouettes !   It didn't happen.

Like any good franchise, the ending left us with with unanswered questions intended to evoke curiosity in the audience and create a segue to the next film.  This is the pertinent question that this movie left us all asking:  "Where the F@#* did that 300 million dollars go?!!?"  Seriously, ...three-hundred million dollars?  One of the most expensive movies in history?  No naked shadows?

Spectre was a ghost of a movie...an apparition..a slight of hand. For 300 mil,  at least you could have had a cameo by Edward Snowden,   or clandestinely summoned plot advice from "Anonymous".  Prerequisite for casting was that all actors had to be under 5'10.  Enter Christoph Waltz,   a.k.a. Lord Farquaad.  Brought back memories of that 1977 song by Randy Newman called " Short People"..'got no reason to live'. Neither does hero nor villain in this flick,  nor the franchise if  the cockiness of English film producers thinks they can sell the American public Fish 'n Chips  without the fish...,   creating a movie that fell far short of the mark.

Aging Bond got laid twice, at least. I wasn't happy for him. I wondered if he, like his bulletproof but gadgetless gadget car,  failed miserably in bed and left his guests wanting....but by the time he reached for his Viagra...the mood had passed and it was too late!  ...his latest sexual conquest heading for the door as he struggles to make 'it' work.  There were six people in the theater..and two left 75 minutes in.  Maybe going home for a little lovin' action will fill the void created by the impotence of this film..

Sean Connery...Roger Moore....even the "short"-lived   Pierce Brosnan,  created a suave and debonaire aura that left you believing that maybe...just maybe....that sweet young morsel that Bond just 'did' ,  might actually have been swooned by a secret agent's handsome-ness and class. Tight ass-ed taylored suits and supposedly studly posing by Daniel Craig was crass, ..not class.

Wait for the DVD.  Wait until it has been raining for a week.  Wait until this 'ghost' of a Bond film redeems itself with a film worthy of the franchise.  Gheeiiishhhh! 

Veteran's Day Fishing Report, Halifax River Daytona

Thanks to our Veterans!

 Veteran's Day Fishing Report,  November 11, 2015.

The Halifax River....

Well...almost fifty years now.....fishing up and down the banks of this river.  And though it has seen better days,  it is still somewhat encouraging to be able to throw a cast net,...or toss a line almost ANY where along it's 25 miles of shoreline,  and catch at least a little something.

The better days?  Oysters and clams were once catchable and edible!  The oyster bars thrived...and held within them a small family of  mussels, mud crabs, blue crabs, dogfish, crayfish, and many small unknown species that sought protection in their shallow depths....flourishing above the jagged sharp edges of the thriving oysters!

But money speaks louder than the muffled cries of this dying ecological treasure. There will be no empathy with the oyster or the waterway. New subdivisions mean a larger tax base!  A new Civic Center will reel in tourist dollars!  An International Airport...with one quasi-international flight per day...will attract international spenders!!  Hugely famous hotels , water-parks, beach tolls ,...and that wonderful little power-play called "eminent domain".  All supported by the community and subsidized by their very own tax-dollars. Nose deep in the internet...whatever else is happening outside of it  is a bitter and ugly distraction.   Someday..ahh someday!  ...we can be just like Miami!   Daytona....you sleepy little beachtown you!  So jealous of Miami, Tampa, Jacksonville....Orlando.  Why can't you  be just like them?

Now, it isn't as if it has been poisoned by a civilization carelessly dumping raw sewage,  chemicals, trash, plastic, or motor oil into it.  And the area is not a bustling Metropolis that has forgotten about nature ,...   lost in their own little sea of tall buildings, concrete and steel, and fabricated reality.

The population is not immense...but ignorance and carelessness in a growing community has kept ecology to the wayside,  as more and more people choose that fabricated reality.  Building a sewage treatment plant was one of the plans with good intentions,  but unfortunately paved the way to an ecological disaster.  It removed common conscience, and any real concern from the local citizenry, or from local politics. They had done their duty,,..spent their tax dollars, embraced technology, and resigned responsibility to their local politicians.  The city of Daytona Beach is permitted to dump 20  MILLION GALLONS  of (treated) sewage water A DAY onto this river!  And it exceeds that routinely!   The poor river doesn't know what hit it.  Boasting a 99% purity rate, could potentially put TWENTY THOUSAND GALLONS OF RAW SEWAGE A DAY into this river. For math rats, that's 7 million three-hundred thousand gallons of whatever you flushed down your toilet...every year. And for statistics rats,  we all know that pundits will tout their BEST statistics,  not their worst..

Floridian's know about black ice.  It's that first 30 minutes of rain on the local roads that floats all the engine oil, transmission oil, worn tire rubber, diesel, etc. to the surface and creates a virtual automobile slip-n-slide. Now up north,  it's a sheet of ice.  Here, luckily, after a half-hour or so....all that scum , grit, chemical, greasy, oily soup gets washed away...and then we can glide along happily on our highways with some friction!

But it's not gone.  The toxic concoction is washed into the poor Halifax,  through hundreds of storm drains and through general runoff, hitting it with a near bell-ringer as it's defenses in filtering oyster beds , vast estuaries, and natural unobstructed flow....are taken from her. All of that fertilizer, ..pesticides in ant killer, cinch bug killer, and the poisons to kill all of them bastardly bugs that might make a brown spot on your lawn and your status in the neighborhood. Lavished on your lawn with a loving sanctimony, feeding a weed type grass that obviously does not belong there..., your concerns an ethereal fantasy of how the neighbors look on your lawn with envy. The world truly ends...at the tip of your nose.

But we have houses to build, and cars to buy...parking lots to pave. And we have an internet to distract us from anything going on out there anyway.   These are our priorities, for our time.  Perhaps, one day a million years from now when we are gone,  the Halifax River will have her day again...

But onto the fishing report!   Started off at 6 am with the free-lined finger mullet.  Laying into a small snook on a Zara Spook hiding in the grass a couple days ago,  got  me dreaming  of that elusive 65 pounder!  So, I cast netted two live finger mullet,  and sent them onto their destiny.  I named them!      (my finger mullet). Tweedle Dee, ..and Tweedle Dumb.

 Now , for those of you who have used these small flittering baits before,  you might know why I gave them these names.  There are two types of finger mullet. There are the scuba divers,   and there are snorklers!   I hate scuba divers.  No matter what you try,  they go straight down to the bottom like they're not suppose to. Yank'em, rehook'em, break a fin, coax'em, curse'em...they are going deep no matter what you do.  I call these the "tweedle dumbs"...but they are probably pretty damn smart!   What you are SUPPOSE to be doing, is what 'tweedle dee' over here is doing.  Snorkling!    Floating around on the top making sweet little rippling circles that create a prehistoric and carnal RAGE in redfish, snook, gator trout, bluefish, jack crevalle, and pelicans. They will eat you even though their belly is already bursting and full from  morning breakfast. Irresistable..

By the time I got to tweedle dee, though....the sun had come up blazing,  and it was only a two pound jack crevalle that couldn't control himself and take the bait.  "Tweedle Dees".. are Jack crack,  and they can't get enough!

Resorted to some mushy dead shrimp that my nephew  JT had so graciously given me 8-months ago.  They thawed quickly in the rising sun. And though all juveniles, I caught a variety of fish that you can only reap from salt-water fishing,.., the best kind of fishing.  Mangrove Snapper, Sailor's Choice, Mudcat, Sailcat, Sting Ray, Croaker, Sculpin (or Robinfish?).  All too small, and probably anxious to leave the oyster barren river soon.

Well, good luck!   Remember to fish the unregulated species for a more productive venture! Throw everything else back, because you might end up with a hefty fine if your greedy little selfish hands are in possession any of the over 160 regulated Florida aquatic species.  Remember though,  it's because you have been greedily catching way too many fish,. (You and that 57 year old Grandma on the shore line with her cane pole.)! Or, perhaps, the regulated species have been decimated by a neglected  and conveniently ignored environment,  subjugated  by our own vision of sugar plums in a modern fabricated reality. Tight lines! :)

Monday, November 9, 2015

"LOOPER" movie review

"LOOPER" movie review: Gotta love Bruce Willis...( father and husband to Demi Moore, uncle and brother to Ashton). Always looks like....at any time....he just might go apeshit on your ass! And in this movie...he doesn't disappoint! Murders toddlers to end his own personal "loop" of hell. Still blowing people away with shotguns in 2044. Still zapping eachother with tasers. Yet another "Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. ". Once again, you don't know which bad guy to root for! Oh yeah...the one who wins! Kid called "Rainmaker" was not as scary as some of my nephews at that age. Telekinetically budding genius Macgyver can make tech savvy gadgets with his LEGGO set, pierce human flesh with sonic screams, levitate everything in a 10 mile radius.....but can't remember his mother's face. "LOOPER" was'nt a pooper.....thanks to casting. Needed less shotguns and more sci-fi. Fun enough to watch the first time, but not something to endure again and again and again and again....like some un-ending loop of hell. Oh yeah...that was the movie! Won't be anxiously waiting for the DVD....

Movie review: "Cloud Atlas"

 Movie review: "Cloud Atlas"
If this movie appealed to you, you either have your head in the "clouds", ....or your head up your atlas. Not enough OMG's or WTF's to cover 164 minutes of cinema seat butt wrenching torture. The seats could have been made from clouds, and butt still would-a hurt. (the kind of thing you don't notice when a movie is actually good) Thank goodness the nachos kept us occupied through the first 45 minutes. Tom Hanks, bosom buddy .... your affability kept us awake in "Sleepless in Seattle" , and romping on piano keys was "BIG" fun for a while, but you have been a "CASTAWAY" for me ever since your face appeared on a mystical choo-choo train. Every actor's narcissism takes them where you have landed, ...on a toxic dustCLOUD on the way to your endeavor to be an artist....instead of an entertainer. No wonder it rains so much in Seattle. Yes, yes...I get it....we are all ripples in the pond of life. Thank you for another Hollywood attempt to explain eternity. This movie touts it's ability to "masterfully weave" characters throughout eternity...and "masterfully heaves" a bucket of puked up chaos. Thank goodness Halle Berry still has some hotness. See this movie if you like to visit the snack bar, or enjoy hanging out in a dark theatre filled with groaning and rustling seats. Poor movie patrons were reduced to begging for a coupla good one-liners. No thanks, Tom Hanks.


Forgot author...this was in an old book in Ma's garage, and I committed it memory, but forgot the author. Maybe it was Author Fonzerelli??
Within my earthly temple ...there's a crowd
There's one of us who's humble...one who's proud ...
There's one who's broken hearted for his sins...,
And one who ..un-repentent...sits and grins!
There's one who loves his neighbor as himself....
And one who cares for naught but fame and pelf.
From much foreboding care would I be free
If for once I could determine...which is me!
- Author Fonzerelli-


All of your magical and mystical heroes of childhood that gave you joy, hope, and happiness, and peaceful sleep must "rise up" against an all consuming darkness and fear call "Pitch". (As in pitch black I guess). Sort of a "FANTASTIC FOUR" team of good against evil. Santa is Russian, Easter Bunny is Australian, Sand Man is a mute, ToothFairy is a hummingbird or something, and JACK FROST...(who looks like Brendan) is a childhood hero who finally got his glory for an unselfish act that cost him his life as a child. This was entertaining for the kiddies, but I am waiting to hear what Buddy The Elf thinks before I give it the one thumb up. I'm a bit confused, because I thought "THE ROCK" was the tooth fairy now. Light fun entertainment for the kids and Dad.

Movie review: " RED DAWN"

Movie review: " RED DAWN"
Chubby child star Josh Peck sheds his baby fat to take on Russian sponsored North Korean's as they successfully invade the United States. Their goal? Well, nothing short of world domination, of course. Thankfully, Josh ( formerly Drake and Josh silly sitcom bumbling brother) is there and "Found a Way" to lead the revolt . 
Newt Gingrich warned us, and it finally happened. A high altitude nuclear burst disables modern society and allows the damn commies to rain angry North Koreans all over the U.S. of A. And they ain't happy. Kim Jong-un must a found out about the rat poison the CIA fed his pappy.....and is comin' for revenge!
This movie somehow made you feel good about a communist takeover. Follows typical Hollywood plot lines.....kills off black guys first, and most of the good guys are killed off but...it's okay with us because they saved the hot blonde! Please, kill whoever you have to....but not the hot blonde chick!!. Sheeewsh! Had me goin' for a while there......but it's okay....everything's okay. She survives.
You must allow yourself to enter the fantasy on this one. Then, it's an okay flick. If Josh can lead the Revolt...then any one of us can...right?!

A Bicycle ride with Cynical Luke...

A Bicycle ride with Cynical Luke...
Bike riding. Healthy stuff. Bonding with daughter. Girlie giggles echoing against the dorky drawl of Dad. It's only the beginning. Jogging by next week. Tennis coming in the afternoons. Lifting weights by Christmas. Bulging biceps by June. Old body renewed...It will all begin with the healthful bike ride to the Winn-Dixie with my sweet daughter.
Front brakes didn't work. Glided through a stop sign with a stupid grin on myface. Got the "number one" from oncoming old coot. He was probably only a coupla years older than me. Turned on to less traveled street. Gulped down half a cloud of white flies. Got to intersection. Splashed through a rank smelling puddle. Not a germpo-phob, but I think I may have typhoid. Chain came off. My last pair of good jeans are three years old anyway. Shadowed a diesel furniture truck most of the way in traffic. Alveoli stiffening. Avoided puffy dead possum. ( or was he really dead??). Took an old shortcut that does'nt exist anymore. Jumped a curb that made my back spasm. Was offered change and half a old sandwich at intersection. Tried to return red box flick with Brendan's Mortal Combat in it. Wasted 25 bucks on the latest lotto scratch-off. Envied illicit freedom of dumpster divers while riding down the back of the old W/D. Somehow, some way stopped by Ormonds famous "Ghost train " at RR crossing. Cellphone jostled out of my pocket....daughter picked up and gave me the pity smirk. Gears stopped shifting....got stuck in tenth gear. Home is uphill all the way. Stomach cramps from activities unrelated to computer. Forgot milk. Squished bread. Double bagging ice cream sandwiches did'nt work out. New bike added to already cumbersome Christmas list. Black cat crossed path on way home. Orange cat ...I'm sorry...I thought for sure he would move.! (He did , but the way he looked at me when I passed him made black cats seem lucky) . Ate ultra large and Mega healthy Three Musketeers bar before entering driveway so no-one else would discover it. ..........ready for another ride tomorrow. This health kick is gonna kill me....

Movie Review: "The Hobbit"

Movie Review: "The Hobbit"
Remember "Bedknobs and Broomsticks?" .."Escape to Witch Mountain"? If you do, I am sorry for reminding you. But this little 'ad-ven-cha' should help heal the scars. However, you must see it in IMAX-3D. Then, no matter how shallow the story line, you've always got something flying in your face to keep you from comatose and in defense mode. Remember to take the little ones....so you can use them as a shield while pretending to hold them up for a better look.
Drawrves...elves...trolls...ogres..but where are the friggin' gnomes?! What about gnomes,huh...huh!? Spent 45 minutes obsessing about this seemingly sinful omission before rationalizing that gnomes are merely cartoonish smurflike garden toys and did not belong in this movie. Right?!?
Who the hell knows?! Where exactly is 'middle earth'.?! What exactly is a "Hobbit"?! Where is 'Harry Potter"?! Mental gaps created by these plexing questions were filled by the sounds of gurgling bongs and gatherings around a 6-month game of "Dungeons and Dragons". Fantasy's oblivion. The answers lie there.
The Hobbit is Dudley Moore, I think. wink emoticon He is a domesticated quasi-elf with elephantitus of the feet. The movie claims him as the title, but his character is hammered into secondary status with an onslaught of characters and cinematic special effects that will keep you captivated throughout most of 170 minutes.
IMAX 3d two thumbs up. That's pretty good considering where the other thumb usually is. Fantasy's oblivion......

Movie Review ..."Now You See Me"

Movie Review ..."Now You See Me"
A unique and fun approach in Hollywood's latest attempt at creating another franchise. They may have just pulled another rabbit outta their hat! Magicians are your superheroes, inspired by their own vain desires to be the headlining act....and drawing from the unlimited potential the mysteries of magic can provide.
What you probably want to know, is whether or not the movie deserves almost two full hours of your attention.
........(sorry....cellphone is ringing. I'll be right back.....)

Movie Review: "Wolf of Wall Street"

Movie Review: "Wolf of Wall Street"
Porn with a plot? Not much of one. Yes, I took my dear daughter and son to see this much anticipated flick. I was reminded of when I took them to see "Ted".....that laughable love-able teddy bear movie made for children of all ages. The scars fading, I was able to renew them in this movie about a "wolf".
The "stars" in this movie finally got to fulfill their lifelong fantasy. To star in a porn flick! And perhaps, emerge....as artists who poignantly painted pictures of wealth and greed in the '90s stock trading market.
The original "Wolf of Wall Street" was a silent film , as I understand. This one could have been silent as well...., and you would have gotten the picture. Sex, drugs, money, greed, ..and then more sex.
Yes, I was on the edge of my seat throughout the whole movie! Should I lean over to cover my daughters eyes? Should I get up and leave, pretending I don't like sex? Should I send my son to the snack bar for another round of Nacho's? This movie would keep any caring parent on the edge of their seat! But then again, we have the internet. We don't have NetNanny. Maybe this will help with the whole "birds and the bees " thing. You know, without any loving subtlety....
See this flick! Then, see it again with the volume all the way down! Then I think you will truly get the picture.......

Movie Review: "Lone Survivor"

Movie Review: "Lone Survivor"
Ouch! Bring home the pain! This movie will be the most pain many of us have felt in regards to our country being at war. I truly heard sobbing at the end of this flick, and turned to see ...perhaps peacenicks turned prideful, ...perhaps patriots hearts daggered....as an action packed movie about our war in Afghanistan churned up emotion in even the most skeptical hearts. Representative of the MANY unsung heroes that 'fend our freedom, praises were sung today.
Though the Hollywood version of events, I can't help think that reality was much, much worse. I hate war. Detest the very concept of sanctifying killing. But as I gently cast my rubber lure over the calm waters of the Halifax River this morning, I count myself lucky I guess....basking in warm the Florida sun, unscathed....
See this movie if you think you need a dose of reality. Leave about five minutes early to avoid bringing the reality home...

Sunday Mornin' Pancakes

Fishing Report: Halifax River
For those using the right bait, Mudcats have been stacking up along the bottom... all over the Halifax. 
Cut yourself an extry long stringer, as I believe this one of the few fish left that you can not limit out on. And while you're
on the bottom, be sure to drag some baits at a slow pace. While spooking away the regulated flounder, some mighty hefty skates will move in and happily take your bait! They lay nice and flat,.. like a stack of delicious Sunday mornin' pancakes on the bottom of your boat.You will hardly notice them as your water line sinks 3 or 4 inches in the course of an afternoon.
 If midday action seems slow, make a strategic move near some pilings with some stink bait. Regulated sheepshead should shun this....leaving your bait wide open for the ever envied dogfish. Greatly underestimated for it's food value because it is so gosh darn ugly....there is a great piece of sweet white edible flesh just behind it's devilish green eyes and the poison glands near the pectoral fins. And give the poor booger something to bite on...while removing this tasty morsel.
Well that's it for November fishing report. Be sure to stay clear of anything that is regulated for a happier, more productive expedition. And don't forget the stink bait. Tight lines......! Elrok

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Elrok movie review: SKYFALL "Spectre" coming November 16

Spectre coming November 16 
"SKYFALL"....movie review....
Wow! The first 15 minutes of this movie had me on the edge of my seat in suspense. I was thinking..."naked shadows.....naked shadows...where's the naked shadows?!?!". Finally, the naked silhouettes that stunned you at thirteen, re-appeared in contemporary but classic "Bond" fashion. Ahhhh....now the movie can begin! A thriller that pits man against "Matrix" as an aging "Bond" takes on a comic book type villain bent on revenge. Movie wants you form a sort of. .."bond" with "Bond", as a glimpse of his tortured childhood is revealed and he actually sheds a tear. Or was that sweat dripping off the edge of his nose in the end? You make the call! Yeah....go see it. When you gotta fight the urge to empty some of that half-gallon movie soda pop.....there's probably good reason. No liquids, caffeine, or other diuretics for 12 hours before movie. Sit in the back of the theater in case you really have to make the quick dash to keep bladder from exploding.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Introducing SUPERHERO "Lavender Luke "

           He's a 'different' kind of Superhero. Born without x-ray vision, unable to leap tall buildings in a single bound...aids societies ills with magic...in a bag filled with lavender teas, lavender epsom salts, and of course....two holsters of POSTUM! ......Lavender Luke                                  

  Lavender Luke

It's going to really hurt to ask....
What monstrous things might you unmask?
When you dare to strike the path
to  Lavender Luke..
And though his genes can't be his fault
He's found some lust in Epsom Salt
Which made his Lavender-less pores exalt!
Lavender Luke!
What kind of man would dare to bathe
and think his macho be unscathed
while drinking Postum made for gays?
That man is Lavender Luke!
And so the salty crystals soak
A Queersome man to many folk
...but it's worth the fun they'll poke..
Lavender Luke
With thanks to my sister Wanda,  for  helping me in some trying times, by sending me love in the form of lavender tea and lavender epsom salts!   Real men don't cry at movies or take bubble baths alone, ain't that right?  You are my favorite sister named Wanda. << ( thanks Will :)  ) 

Friday, October 30, 2015

Leaving Summer

It always seems as summer ends and the beaches grow cold and barren, my mind settles into a mode of reflection and contemplation. Some memories frolicking in the ocean waves roar with laughter and passion! And others bring monotonous waves of pain....

Gentle clouds in the distance .   No footsteps in the sand.   Misted path obscures what lies ahead....

Monday, October 19, 2015

"The List"

... Ah, yes..."THE LIST". It's for anal retentive people who like to have a feigned sense of accomplishment, when what we actually should be doin' is CHILLIN' on our days off! Stoopid me, though...always had a list. When I was younger , things were on the list like ..."tie shoes",..."find girlfriend", ..."buy more list paper" .... Yes...."make new list"...was on the list too! Have you ever seen that old SNL skit.."Cooking with the Anal Retentive Chef?"

Monday, October 12, 2015

Jiffy Foot

Back in the 1960' s and 1970's...there was a widespread outbreak of  "jiffy foot"   here in the Southen U.S.   It was a condition that slowly spread and blemished  children's bare feet.  The pads of their feet became calloused and irreversibly blackened and remained that way into young adulthood.  The cure?   Shoes!   ( and health board policies of  "No shirt, No shoes, No service!"  )

"Jiffy Foot" is used to describe what bare feet look like after they have shuffled around on a dusty Jiffy Food Store floor....

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Is Pope Francis Gay?

Is Pope Francis Gay?

"It has been estimated that at least 33 percent of all priests in the RC Church in the United States are homosexual."[12]

Blasphemy! Hellbound on a Sunday morning!..... To dare ask such a question about the world's most pious man! But there is at least a 33% chance...that he is actually gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that...      https://youtu.be/rGAyQAkXajg

I have often said that is time for another Ten Commandments. Obviously confused about the word and will of God...Moses ascended Mount Sinai to receive the first ten, and descended to deliver these laws to his decadent and confused Israelite followers.

    The air of confusion, chaos and perceived decadence on the issues of abortion, homosexuality, women's rights, and pedophilia abuses by Church leadership, certainly exists today..and seemingly warrants clarification. The Church will call it "Renewal"...asserting that what was written is sufficient..and we just aren't listening! There is very little.. "wiggle room".. , when it comes to interpreting Biblical verse:

" But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart."

"And he said, “What comes out of a person is what defiles him. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person.”

"Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, sorcery, enmity, strife, jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God."

"Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body."

"For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God;"

"Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, slander. These are what defile a person. But to eat with unwashed hands does not defile anyone.”

"Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous."

"Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God."

We are all sinners. Pope too!   Maybe he is gay....not that there's anything wrong with that!


Preaching from the gallows.....elrok

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Falling Off The Turnip Truck

It had been a bumpy ride anyway ....but I was used to that.  Just me and the turnips back there, tooling down a dusty country road after a hard day pluckin' em . I musta dozed off for a second,.....and as we rounded the corner.....well,  ...I just fell out!   Woke up in a cloud of dust ...looked up....and  Carlos just kept going. "Hey!!!"  I yelled,  as the festive sound of Mexican music faded into the distance. A day that started out as a hundred did before, became the day that it finally happened to me.  I had just fallen out of the back of a turnip truck.....
     For the longest of times, it was just me and them turnips back there. We knew nothing....wanted nothing...aspired to nothing. Mostly undesirable vegetables whose value was appreciated by very few.   I stumbled in a slow circle wondering where I would go.
     Suddenly, a huge black limousine appeared from a dustcloud.   A tall, dark man with sunglasses opened the door and told me to "Get in!"...    I got in.    He explained that he had been looking for me, and wanted me to come to his party.  "Most of the people coming..."   he explained...." are just like you!"  
    "Wow!"   I said..  "They all work in the turnip industry?   Do you think they could get me a job!?"     Before I could draw another breath, the doors unlocked and a large blackleather shoe came across my right cheek,   and I was once again left in a dustcloud.
      Minutes later, another black limo came sliding up the dry dirt road next to me.   The doors popped open,  and a well dressed man in a blue tie exclaimed to me...."Hi!   I'm Mitt Romney....and I'm running for president.!   I've been looking for you.   You just fell out of the turnip truck, right?"
     "Well, actually....I think I just fell out of President Obama's limousine."
The doors slammed shut and the man said to the driver..."Too late!....Let's go!...., and he flipped me a bird as his black tinted window rolled up and he sped away.

Bless you, damn you!!

She sneezed.  I said "God bless you.". She sneezed again.  "God bless you!"', I said again. She sneezed again.
                                         "I said God bless you, goddamn you!"
Bless you, ...damn you!  As if...on my command or recommendation,.... a soul should be placed in God's favor and protection. Or condemnation....

What makes me think that my will might become the will of God?
 Because I may pray for your cursed soul,  will my whisper to His ear change His judgement?   Who is He judging?  You?  ....or your influential friends and family?

My soul may very well be damned.  Should God rely on my life's witnesses to determine my ultimate fate?  Will they have seen something He missed?

If we are somehow conjoined in spirit and brotherhood...perhaps the pleas of those who know me might buy me the wings of glory.   Will the rope they throw me be long enough to reach the depths of my Hell?  Is it their judgement, or His?

I said God bless you, God damn you!   Sometimes I find myself counting on the blessings of others,  and discouraged by their curses.  I do not know what influences they have,..or if they have any at all!
My destiny is ultimately of my own choosing.  But if I am judged by my failures,  I hope that a wink and a nod from my brothers has some influence...