Opening night party for Mummies: New Secrets from the Tombs at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science was grand.
I received my ballot in the mail today.
M.T. Liggett is a character down in Mullinville, Kansas. He’s a fiesty genius.
His artwork sculpture totems are legendary in the area.
You can see more of them at the Mullinville Cemetery, aka Hillcrest Cemetery, that M.T. Ligget’s property borders. There are cannons on his side of the fence that add a nice touch to the cemetery.
My Motorola Xoom tablet is a workhorse even after 5 years. I got it a day after it was released: February 25, 2011. It had glorious 3G capability with the famed 4G LTE coming later. I enjoyed this tablet. Still enjoying it. The Xoom was the first real Android tablet, arriving ahead of the iPad 2. At the time there were not that many Apps available for tablets, so it ran phone Apps sometimes not very successfully.
It was the first tablet to be sold with Android 3.0 Honeycomb. Woot!
The Xoom’s initial pricing was more expensive than the iPad 2. This was OK because I dislike Apple products. The Xoom required a higher cognitive load to use it than the one required for the iPad.
The Xoom was the first tablet with video chat worth using. I used Google Talk a lot back then. The Google services on this early tablet were pretty solid.
It currently runs Android 4.1 Jelly Bean in 2016. And it still works decently. Although I haven’t been able to send a Tweet using the Twitter App in a long, long time. It crashes the App.
It Got The LTE
When Motorola politely asked for my Xoom tablet to be returned so the company could install 4G LTE connectivity, I was eager to do so. It was painless. I shipped it off and, about a week later, Motorola sent back my Xoom with LTE connectivity. I was connected!
I am still utilizing the Motorola Xoom tablet. It is a workhorse in my arsenal of Motorola products. I even have the Xyboard, aka the Motorola Xoom 2! Thank you to Motorola/Verizon for introducing me to the world of Android tablets. I have not looked back since!
A video gallery of Elsewhence from 2014-2016.
1.) Watch for the Chong Twins on MOOP patrol as they bring performance art, music, dance and trash clean-up outreach to the beings of Elsewhence. Don’t dig trenches. Be mindful of your filth. Leave No Trace yo. No feather boas or furry glitter ’round he’ah!
2.) Chong Kitchen, serving up succulent meats, coffee and tea for hungry patrons since 2014, will be open at various times throughout the event.
Perhaps representatives of Chong Kitchen will show up in your camp bearing succulent meats from frog legs to bison to a myriad of sausages to alligator meat and much much meaty more. So much meaty, fleshy more.
The Dale family had scores of pets over the years and none was more frightening and nasty than our Raccoon. It wasn’t a real Raccoon, but a mangy cat.
To this day, the very mention of filthy Raccoon strikes disgust and anger among all who were touched by this thinly, wisp of a sickly cat. For as long as I can remember, grubby Raccoon had always been synonymous with excrement. A stray that lived under the grandparent Bailey’s trailer in Pueblo, Colorado, grimy Raccoon subsisted on table scraps and sewer rats. She made the trek to Denver with the family. From that day on, Raccoon’s shit would be a staple in our home while growing up.
We designated one corner of the basement to Raccoon’s toilet. The “Fecal Annex” as my father used to call it. The entire room was covered in newspaper, except the small area for the dart board. Raccoon would shit everywhere around the house but the litter box, which would remain immaculate in the corner. She never had a normal, solid BM. Hers was always liquid diarrhea splattered here and there and everywhere! Raccoon poopie on the breadbox, feces on the living room walls, crap on the couches, defilement in the laundry room, diarrhea in the doorway and excrement in the VCR!
Friends and family hated that cat, except for Mommie Dearest. Mom treated the skittish nimbus feline like royalty. Raccoon lived a hated trouble-free existence and even soiled my car with her filth!
Raccoon somehow got locked in my car one day by crawling through a window or the sunroof. After partying for the night, I returned home and secured my car, not knowing that Raccoon was inside. The next day was hot, 95 degrees. It was 2 in the afternoon when I had errands to run. I went out to my car and when I opened the door, I noticed diarrhea all over the seats. There was filth on the dashboard, scat on the steering wheel and shit in the backseat and hatchback. There were claw streaks in poopie on the windows where it was obvious grubby Raccoon frantically tried to claw her way out.
It was one of the most horrific things I have ever seen. The temperature was so hot in the car that some waste had evaporated and soaked into the seat pads. Ripples of stench and heat emanated from the vehicle.
What had caused this?! I spied around in rage and sure enough, spiteful Raccoon lay exhausted and dehydrated in the hatchback. She visibly felt my contempt brewing and mustered up enough energy to scurry out of my car and into the bushes. I screamed the cliché, “Noooooooooooooo,” while shaking my fists at the heavens.
I cleaned my car and fashioned trash bag seat covers. I bought 3 vanilla flavored rearview mirror air fresheners, but they hardly helped. They created a vanilla-smelling funk, a literal vanilla whore’s bath for my car.
I picked up normsquatch that day. The very mention of fecal matter disgusts Norm. It literally makes him vomit. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he was sitting in my car noticing the stench and questioning the trashbag seat covers.
“Raccoon Norm, she shit everywhere,” I said jovially. He squirmed. It was hilarious. If normsquatch could hover or levitate, I am sure he would have at that moment. He never rode in my car again.
Grimy Raccoon lived a long and fruitful life. After her mysterious passing, we rallied the funds to have her sparse body stuffed, forever hunched in both pain and ecstasy. Shitting for all eternity. Some Droogs tell people I murdered Raccoon by holding her down on the edge of the curb and decapitating her with the sharp end of a shovel. I didn’t.
I grew up in Aurora, Colorado in the early 1980s. Near my house at Iliff Ave and Buckley Road there was a “Movies on Call” video store.
Le Mans, a coin-op arcade by Albertson’s grocer, was where I classically became one with “The Force” and mastered the original Atari “Star Wars” wireframe arcade game as well as the game “Tron.” Peter Piper Pizza: their zucchini sticks were the best I ever had.
Aurora … Buckingham Square Mall… The memories. Those memories float up to me.
The hydrotubes. Yes! Many fond youth memories do I have at Buckingham Square Mall, one of them being the 2 green tube water slides placed upon the roof of the old Safeway store. They were the HydroTubes!
I spent countless hours climbing up the yellow metal stairs listening to “Drive” by The Cars before sliding in a loop-de-loop whilst banging my head on the sides of the tubes and plummeting semi-conscious into the filthy brown-green pool below. It is a fond childhood concussive adventure in which I really traveled in tubes. The water slide stayed open for less than a year.
There was Mile High Comics at that mall also. Sweet Mile High Comics… And God Fathers Pizza if I recall. And wonderful Christmas decorations.