Bubba's BlogLand Blog
After spending the past fourteen hours sitting at this infernal device, compulsively playing that infernal Oriental tile game - I've finally gotten
relaxed and distracted enough that I can focus upon this blog entry. Please bear with me, it's been a trying day...
Those of you who might have read my previous entries ( I know some of you did, the hit counter says so. In fact many did it seems ) need to know. My
name is not
Bubba. It's John. The truth of the matter is that only one human being on the planet calls me Bubba - my younger sister. Even she
didn't start doing this until we were both in our thirties and some damned movie or TV show got her started. It is simply her cutesy
saying "brother", which, to her, I am. Some years back this same sister bought me this machine as a Christmas present and insisted that I connect
myself to the world wide web. Lord knows I didn't want to, my my sister can be quite the pain when she wants her way. So she got it. After that she
decided that, since I am a hermit, living in the middle of nowhere, that I should socialize and try to find a chat room, or some such. I flatly
refused. She persisted. Ultimately our compromise was this blog. She talked me into creating it and writing entries here because she was sure people
would comment. It was her theory that, one day, some pretty woman might comment, and I might reply - and end up movng to the city, getting a haircut,
selling my old truck, and wind up rejoining the human race.
The joke was on her! I obliged her by writing these blogs - even if I don't know what "blog" means. But I never once read nor replied to a single
comment. I just wrote when I wanted and walked away. It kept the sister happy enough, leaving her with a feeling of accomplishment. All it cost me was
$49.99 per month in cable company fees to be able to get to this thing, and a few minutes of my time whenever I felt like doing so. A small price to
pay to get baby sister off of my back.
Honestly, the truth is, I rather like writing into this contraption. I like having a place to dump my mental trash and emotional garbage. I never told
baby sis as much. But it's true. After my wife walked out, all those years ago, I started keeping too much
inside. This place, and this
machine? They gave me a place to bury that. A text based, digital grave for the bad parts of my heart and soul. Grudgingly I have to admit, it's been
a positive experience. And now I kind of find myself wishing I'd have read and replied to some of those comments, over the years. Maybe I would have
figured out a way to rejoin y'all out there in society. Maybe, then, things would have been easier.
But enough of that emo junk. Enough about things I can't control. I just felt like y'all should know a bit about me, after all this time.
Now let me get to the point of why I am writing today....
Early one morning I called Abby ( Abby is my beloved best friend - my beagle dog ) and put her into the truck. It was "go to town" day - a day I
always loathe. But supplies and necessities are called supplies and neccesities for a reason. They are neccessary. So I do it.
The trip to town takes about three hours. The first solid 45 minutes of that time on dirt, the next 15 minutes on gravel, and the rest on paved roads.
Call me a neanderthal, but I prefer to dirt roads. they make you go slow and see things. Besides, pavement? It makes that annoying humming noise when
you drive on it. You city folk are probably enured of it by now and don't even hear it when you drive. But, trust me, it is there and I do hear it.
It's like fingers on a chalkboard to me. At least Abby enjoys it. She sticks her head up out of the window and really lives it up when we're going
fast on those paved roads. The look on her face and the wag of her tail almost makes the road drone sound worth it.
To help drown out the drone I'd normally listen to the radio - you know, just to see what nonsense the rest of the world is calling "music" these
days. I have to confess. About fifteen or twenty years ago I stopped being able to call the new stuff "music" any longer. Between the damned hippies
and the computer freaks now it all sounds, to me, a chainsaw arguing with a robot - with a belt sander playing referee. Just noise. Still, that
doesn't stop me from usually spending my trips listening to it in a sort of "what the Hell????' way. I tell myself that it's to reinforce my dislike
of the way the world headed. But, between you and me, I think there is a part of me that really wants to get it
. Maybe if I heard a new song
and could really relate to it? I wouldn't feel so doggone old and out of place. At any rate... lately I've just been listening to my old George Jones
tape in the trucks cassette player. Well, at least for the last six or seven trips. This isn't because I've lost my grumpy old man based curiousity.
It's because of the Ascension you see.
If you're reading this, then you probably know all about Ascension. I assume it was a global thing. But, if not ( and Lord I pray that somewhere, some
group of people were spared it ) let me explain.
A few years ago the commercials began playing on the cable TV...
"Life too hectic? Can't find time for yourself? Dynapharm and the Tyrox corp have the answer for you. Ascension™ the new sleep aid
developed by Tyrox labs. Thanks to amazing new breakthroughs in neurochemistry Tyrox scientists were able to isolated the very chemistry involved in
dreaming. This is the science behind Ascension™ In this high paced world many of us have had to cut back on sleep, causing us to wander through life
exhausted and feeling tired all of the time. Ascension™ allows the brain to dream much more deeply - making it feel as though you've slept far
longer than you have, leaving the body refreshed, the mind renewed, and your body feeling energetic and healthy! Talk to your doctor or pharmacist
about Ascension™ TODAY!!!
It seemed innocent enough. Just like any other ad from any other drug company. In fact I found myself wanting to talk to my doctor about it. Heck, you
city folk might think that living in the sticks is easy. But the truth is I get up earlier and work later than most all y'all - and that's just to
keep my house standing, my freezer full, and my woodshed stocked. The older one gets, the older it all
gets. And we all know by my charming and
curmudgeonly demeanor... I'm getting a bit long in the tooth. So, on my next visit to town I did stop by Doc Haskins office and he happily gave me a
free sample. A sample that I took that very night.
edit on 12/3/12 by Hefficide because: (no reason given)