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"Silly God" Humor/ Wisdom |
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Hippie Dippy Dietician, SillyMickel Adzema Serves PostApocalyptic Fare for Surviving PostBush Era Second Great Depression Somewhat tongue-in-cheek, not exactly Julia Childs, and hardly Gordon Ramsay. In the post-Bush MadMaxian world, you're lucky if you got hippie skills. Out of the woodwork (or off the streets), this guy's got some expertise that the world has yet to ask for. Like an SNL skit -- which could be titled "The Hippie Dippie Out-of-Work Fast and Healthy Eating Show!" – this MadMaxian elder Flower Child sets up in a minimalist post-Bush kitchen, in a time (today?) when millions of folks are educated and knowledgeable, but lacking jobs, they educate however they can. The dry humor is meant to give one a chuckle in the midst of these worrisome times, by exaggerating a possible outcome of this economic collapse. a minimalist world is glimpsed. Imagine bums giving tips to newbies – post-corporate “suits” -- on proper and nutritional dumpster-diving; imagine these earnest students stumbling over each other to get these tips recorded verbatim into their Blackberries. Well, this ain't quite that; maybe next time. What THIS IS is tip #1 from the hippy-dippy dietician, sillymickel, doing his part to pass on simple tips for eating simply and healthily, while having little money. Serious or not, this guy's got a style all his own -- you might expect his next gig to be for street-people, if it weren't for the millions of displaced families in America who may soon be hanging on to their laptops and their uplinks so as not to miss Googling the virutal world even as they strive -- urban Robinson Crusoe's -- to summon up shelter and sustenance in a world gone very wrong and gone totally strange, indeed. ("Strange days indeed, most peculiar, Mama" -- John Lennon) | |||||
| "Are You Filming?" I'm (SillyMickel) the guy with the camera at first; but you can see me boogying across the screen near the end. I'm with my stepsons, Peter Radford and my wife, Mary Lynn. My stepson, Peter, with the buzz cut, is the one goofing on me with the "Are you filming?" routine. The female is my wife. David, the other stepson, is the one who is quiet. |
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| The Compassionate Interspecies Guru and his Hippie Sidekick |
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| "What the Hell Is That?" SillyCat, Muff - Tolerant & Bemused - Ponders Bizarre Antics of his
Huge Alien Partner Only Universal & All-Pervading Love can explain the attachment and unflinching loyalty the renowned Interspecies Investigator, Sillycat Muff, maintains in the face of the inexplicable, often goofy, transformations he observes in his subject. The unmiffed, huge-hearted Muff displays a Kwan-Yin like compassion toward the undoubtedly troubled, hugely oversized albeit harmless, Human who has attached himself, bonded, and befriended him. This heart-warming, unlikely buddy-story between the reputable elegant Sillycat Muff and his disheveled hippie sidekick, Sillymickel, is the life-affirming proof that there is a divine underlying unity beyond and between even the most disparate of God's creatures. In part 1: Pet cat, Muff, wakes to find alien digital camera has materialized in front of him. With his friend, me, providing a verbal soundtrack, Muff shows that it's all so Twilight Zone to him. |
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Muff's Brave Encounter with Metaloid Aliens Continues: "Show Me Your Tongue."Part 2 of Muff's encounter with other worldly technology. This wanna be Kitty Marine continues his adventure, bravely blazing a trail directly at and into these other-than-natural shiny contraptions that seem to have a curiousity of him equal to his own, in that he discovers them often sneaking up and staring him down. Still, brave Muff, is not miffed. He continues his meticulous survey of these astonishing silver one-eyed beings, knowing that he is opening a way, not just for himself, but for many kitties that will follow him, also seeking to understand these strangely metalically addicted aliens, which were once simply thought human. Again, I provide verbal soundtrack to this astonished cat's trippy encounter with these technologically inbred aliens. |
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Muff's Out Tonight; and All the Bedsheets Are NervousMuff, my cat, fights off vicious attack by the sheet he was sleeping on just before. With my encouragement and cheerleading, he is able to understand the seriousness of such an event and to respond to save himself. Because of his success he has decided to enter the military. But, despite his best attempts, he simply cannot find any terms to use in Google that will give him a lead on the vaunted, albeit secretive, Kitty Marines. He's using chat online to discuss this with other macho cats in the same predicament. |
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Muff Displays Vicious Fight Tactics to Wow RecruitersAccording to my friend, Muff, he has received credible intel that the secretive Kitty Marines -- he's had so much trouble contacting online with his kittenputer -- nevertheless have got wind of his desire to join up and will be observing him today, from a hidden location. He tells me this is his first, maybe only, big chance to impress them and gain the coveted invitation into their ranks. I don't see anything like this as I look about, but what do I, as a human, know of such kitten culture and ways. Wanting to support the troops (whatever the species), and of course wanting my friend to be happy, I do what I can to cheer him on in what he claims is his audition, "Muff Versus Sheetzilla" (though secretly I envy the colorful, spectacular adventures he seems so able to summon). |
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"But You Can't Really Function, You're so Full of Fear" - John Lennon . . . Drowning in Fear, Unable to See, Life's Much a Struggle, Till You Reach Primal's Shore |
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