Circus Extravaganza

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Perhaps less your grandfathers circus and more your el abuelo’s. It doesn’t matter. I’m going I don’t even like circusi. They’re too busy too loud and all together too too . There is a guy over there trying to eaten by a tiger and another guy over there on a motorcycle inside a sphere trying to break his neck and that’s not even noticing the guy up there trying to fall to his death. And then there are the clowns running around the perimeter beating the hell out of each other.

Too, too too much . I can never decide who needs my attention the most - the tiger guy, the motorcycle inside a sphere guy or the guy on the highwire. I mean one at a time you could get really emotionally invested in these guys, before, you know, they die horribly but all at once? They just pull focus from each other and dilute the effect , instead of OH MY GAWD!, OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! It’s more like, whatever- And I end up watching the clowns brutalize each other.

But. Circus Extravaganza has one ring and the tent isn’t tall enough to properly kill yourself even if you fell from the very highest point, and I looked at the find print on my hand bill and it doesn’t mention lions or motorcycles.. Performing Monkeys! yes! Dogs! yes! Snakes!yes! Bears!yes! Chimp! a chimp not”chimps”, was there a falling out? Did someone get eaten? Run away and join a FOX show? ... And “Much , Much More!” If they allow flash photography I may be in love.

Performing snakes but no web presence. My cat has a presence on the web. I finally found a notice on the fairgrounds calender of events between a family reunion and a gun and knife show. But that’s all right, it’s a boutique circus. Its’s the whole circus shrunk down to a cabaret act! . I’m pretty sure that even the nose bleed seats are right down front and if I don’t walk out of there with a clown in my pocket I’m going to be disappointed. I mean, imagine all the power and glory and chaos of a circus in your lap. Those spangly people flying around on the trapeze? Squeezed themselves into that costume and applied five pounds of eyeliner for you. Hell, one of them sold you your ticket and his sister made your hot dog. To work like that is what being an entertainer is, for real. You sell the tickets and paint the set and boil the hot dogs and Fly. Eleven shows a week. Eat your heart out Tom Cruise, you can’t boil a hot dog and you will never fly.

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Of the many things that happened on Friday, not the least was my discovery that the battery of the kitchen cordless had died. Do ya’ll remember when I got that phone? Yeah, me either. Take for granted that it has been awhile. Years at least.

The last time I had to buy a battery for a phone I took the battery to Circuit City, stood in front of their massive wall o’ batteries and found my replacement - was horrified at the cost and went with the much cheaper alternative, I bought a new phone.

Today the wall o’ batteries at Circuit City has been replaced with a selection of seven different kinds batteries, three unavailable. None of which was mine because I apparently bought my phone during the paleolithic. I wasn’t going to give up. I went to Best Buy then Target. The selections were not as vast as what was offered at Circuit City. All three places told me to go to Radio Shack. I hate Radio Shack and decided I would just go buy a new phone rather then spend anytime or money at Radio Shite.. I found a phone I liked once, I would be able to find one I liked again. How hard could it be to find an ecru phone?

I was able to find a phone then. That was then. Today you can’t just buy a phone. You have to buy four phones or you have to buy an answering machine and three phones. You can buy a single phone but it will be the wrong color. It takes a village to use all the phones that come with the right phone. I am a single person, I live by myself I do not need four phones.

I need my four TVs but that is irrelevant.

But why now? Why did it die now? It’s had years to die. It shouldn’t have lived this long but why now. I drove around a lot trying to find a new battery and then I decided I needed to go home. I had enough disappointment. There is no such thing as a truly cordless phone. With no cord you have no power. Power is good. I took a closer look at my phone. Where was my cord? I checked to see if it was plugged in, yes it was. At one end. How did my phone get unplugged? When did this happen? I thought about this for a day and then I started to notice that The Kitty’s bowl was quite empty quite often. I smelled a dog.

Dogger was eating The Kitty’s food and messing with my phone. My perfectly serviceable, working phone. It turns out my phone works best when it is PLUGGED IN. I put the battery back and waited for it to charge. Today, my phone works just fine. Dogger is lucky she’s so cute.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Garden Update!

I’m so excited! My garden is doing something! I looked at it after work and found tiny fetal nubs! Oh! So Excited!!




Oh, and when I was driving around Sunday? I saw an elephant.



You know the advertising saw “Not your Fathers blah?” I found your Grandfathers' Circus, a small tent in the middle of a dusty lot. Surely, one of the last independent circuses in America. Perhaps the last, best, show on earth. One ring, one elephant, three por-o-lets.

Weekend

Friday night I was still thinking about the murder - Try not to think about a murder that took place within sight of your house, and I decided that Dogger and I were going to go see where the story ended and then we were going to go see where it started.

The cops did a very good job cleaning up after themselves. The crime tape was all picked up and there were no dis-guarded donut boxes and for a bonus, no bloody gauze left behind either. The Raleigh Police are very tidy. They take only crime scene photos and leave only a sense of foreboding behind. Good for them.
I knew where the story ended, I was curious about where it started. I thought that since it was alarmingly close by, that Dogger and I could take our evening walk and just swing by...Yeah about that "swinging". There was no going by at all. It was raining too hard. I don't care how strong my desire to see where the murderers lived, I had a greater desired to not spend even more time in soaking wet jeans. We went home. Later, after the rain stopped and while it was still light I had to run to the store anyway, I set out to finish my mission.

I was pleased to discover that the 900 block of East Martin is not the Martin Street that abuts my street. Yay. However, the trip to the actual 900 block was very fast and very obvious. My neighborhood is nice, well, it's nice enough. It's a nice place to live. There is always someone watching. I find this comforting, its kind of nice to know people are looking out for you. I would like to point out that there is a huge difference between being looked out for and being watched. One is nice the other makes the lizard part of your brain cue the hair on your neck to stand up. I was three blocks from my house and my hair was on end. This place didn't look anything like what I was used to. This was a third world county - All it was missing was flattened palm frond huts and wandering chickens. And I was being watched . If I had been on foot I would have hotfooted it out, I know when I am not wanted, but I wasn't on foot, I was locked into a giant tin can so I drove around a little and found a lovely, well tended community garden and a house that looked like a giant cartoon cake.

I never did find 910 East Lincoln. That part of the street was so unwelcoming that I didn't feel comfortable even slowing down to check addresses. If slowing down wasn't an option, stopping to take a picture would be laughable. The rest of Martin Street is nice, the end closest to downtown is nice as is my end. It's just the three crummy blocks in the middle that would benefit from a good, therapeutic carpet bombing.

And then it was Saturday. The District Convention. I don't belong to an organized party, I am a Democrat. When we came in we were asked if we supported Clinton or Obama, our answer decided which packet we were given. Delegates who were Clinton supporters got yellow delegate slips while Delegates supporting Obama got green slips.

The whole point for the District convention was to elect delegates to the national convention. This took entirely too long and the process was inefficient and time consuming. I'm pretty sure it mimicked the process that will happen at the national convention to pick a candidate, but it's slow, annoying and inefficient. It should not take three ballots to pick delegates and if it must be done this way, it would be nice if the ballots didn't have to be hand counted. GAWD. The good news was all this time was spent electing Obama delegates. The Clinton delegates didn't show up. There were five or six men who were candidates for this and not a single one showed for the convention. We laughed at them at 3pm when the Clinton supporters left in a huff, but by 5pm we were really jealous. They they are backing a losing horse but that horse got them home earlier.

HAPPY SUNDAY !!!!!

HAPPY SATURDAY !!!!!

Friday Cat Blogging

Four charged in death of Raleigh man

Four people have been charged with first-degree murder following the death of a man just east of downtown Thursday night.

Police responded to a call to the scene, where they found Ulice Graham had been assaulted. Graham was taken to WakeMed Raleigh Campus, where he was pronounced dead.

Police charged Anthony Wayne Watson, 26, Rathiel Montrail Hunter, 27, Christine Nicole January, 27, and Jessica Ann Dixon, 22. All four live at 910 East Martin Street not far from the scene, according to court records.

Watson, Hunter and January were being held at the Wake County jail this morning without benefit of bail.

Man dies after assault in Raleigh


Posted: Today at 5:49 a.m.
Updated: 5 minutes ago

Raleigh, N.C. — Raleigh police were investigating an assault case Thursday that left a man dead. At about 11 p.m., police responded to the scene, where they found a man who had been assaulted.

Emergency officials took the man, whose name was not released, to WakeMed, where he was pronounced dead. Police did not disclose how he had been hurt. Police withheld the man’s identity until his family members could be notified. The Major Crimes Unit was investigating.

Anyone with information about the case is asked to call police at 919-890-3555 or Crime Stoppers at 919-226-CRIME

My Dentist, Myself

Last night I went to bed late for me, 11:20 or so. Almost as soon as I was down for the night Dogger began to bark. A lot. I don't want her to not do this but there are limits. She kept barking. I told her to stop it. A couple of times. Then She started to growl and she sounded like a machine. She barked again at 12:30 and I went down to see what it was about. I looked out the window and there were cop lights down the way.

Not unusual. I had heard sirens. I live very close to a fire station and close to a trauma center. It can also be a punishable crime to drive while black here. I went back to bed, Dogger kept barking. I thought someone was being arrested.

At 6am I took Dogger out. No more cop lights, but ...At the end of my street there was a police bus and crime tape and detectives and multiple cop cars. And crime scene trucks. I was shocked. I saw a man walking down the street. A detective it turned out. I asked what happened and he told me a homicide had taken place where my street dead ends, but it was well in hand and I should not worry. Dogger barked all night because someone was murdered on my street.

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I went over to Alphagal and Broskys for some pizza and family bonding. Tiny E is going to start college next fall. I mean for real, she is totally the smartest toddler in the toddler room. She makes the other 19 month-olds look like one year olds. I mean once she’s toilet trained, her parents are negotiating with a kindergarten in Chapel Hill - That’s right she’s also a basketball phenom.

Anyway. I went and ate some pizza. I chewed my food. I was a happy woman.

Well. It turns out that chewing is vastly over rated. Chewing is for pussy’s. Real women choose liquid diets. Teeth are for people who have to chew their own foods. You know what’s hott? The Baby Bird Lifestyle Diet. Demi has been on it for weeks. She and I no longer eat any foods that have more body to them than a thick soup.

See what happened was that I have this molar and once upon a time I had a massive cavity and when it was filled it separated the tooth into tour equal-ish parts. Years passed. The tooth quadrants started to have skirmishes and eventfully, civil war broke out and a break-away republic broke free. Well, is trying to break free. So far it has achieved break-away-republic status. I think will achieve full Democracy sometime prior to my Wednesday appointment. That’s right Wednesday I called my dentist on Thursday. There is a Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday in between.

I don’t really think the receptionist really grasped what I was saying when I told her my tooth had broken up like a college band - In pieces and headed in four different directions! Thus far it has been amicable, no tears as yet but I’m worried that once the breakaway republic breaks free, it’s going to hurt. I fear that is a nerve there that is going to get it’s panties in a wad once it’s little friend is gone. And I know that nerve is going to take it’s separation anxiety out on.

Does anyone know any ways to keep my teeth from touching over night? I can take care of it while I’m awake but my self control needs me to be conscience. My unconsence isn’t as invested in living a pain-free life as I am.

Okay, on to a different topic : Other People’s Pain.

I was standing at the sink, mixing poison when I heard breaks being hit and then I felt an impact, then I heard it. BANG. And then nothing. I stood there and waited. Nothing. I looked out the window to see if traffic was stopped on the big street. I saw cars moving. I didn’t call 911 because I didn’t know where the collision took place. I don’t think 911 likes it when you call them and say you heard an impact but you aren’t sure where the accident was. I think intersection and street names are kind of important to them. They’re into specifics not appoximations.

I went out and poisoned the little green wormy things. Die Worms Die! I finally heard the sirens. I finished up the worm war and went to go see where the crash was. It turned out to be closer than I had thought it was. You know that term “Crush Space”? The one car didn’t have any left. It must have hit the other car head on. Going fast. The front end of the car began and ended at the wind shield - Which was un damaged. So the driver wasn’t propelled through it on impact. Good for the driver. And the people who live on that corner. I mean, ew. You know?

Oh. And since I am going to hell with that. I don’t know if you have read the paper lately, but there was this massive earthquake in China. Huge. Very, very sad. All the news is about China - No big change there, all the news has been about China for weeks - What a evol, Tibet abusing, political prisoner jailing, shitty quality control having, ecology destroying, Three Gorge Dam building, pollution spewing Whore Nation they were. It was all China Hate all the time. And then, then they had an Earthquake. Suddenly it’s still All China All the Time but the tone has changed, suddenly its Poor China! Sympathy for the China! Poor, Sad, Nature Oppressed China. That catastrophe was the best PR imaginable. The Olympic message is going to be all about China rising from the rubble and the Heroism of the Chinese people. So positive, so happy, so not the China of the last news cycle. Do you actually think anyone of those Pols who said they weren’t going to go are going to sit it out now? No way in hell.

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