trials of a troll trying to get by in a world messed up by humankind [ I'M AT UTC -5]

Saturday, November 7, 2015

i was watching a World War II movie an older one, called "36 Hours", but i missed a huge chunk of it because my sister called, calling to confirm my attendance at her annual Thanksgiving meal..but as it happens when we talk a 2 minute conversation can turn into a half an hour. but i watched the end and realized that TCM was showing one of my fav quirky movies tonight, "The Last of Sheila", has a great cast, from just started and i will be watching for the next couple of hours.
one of the cable channels (sorry i get satellite TV) running a bunch of the newer Bond films...some are with Pierce Brosnan as Bond...and although the 4 films with him as Bond are some of my favs...........he isn't my fav Bond....give me Sean Connery as Bond any day.
since i no longer drive, and i walk, so before i do i check the weather to check for walking conditions, now i found a bridge in the middle of retailers, and also my vet (okay my doctor) this morning i sallied forth on a great adventure (okay,okay, so i went out to pick up a few things).....i had to  dodge dragons (okay,okay, but have you seen those big SUV's)...because of weather there are days when walking is a problem, as was yesterday, some chew here, a jar of garlic pepper sauce there, here boiled eggs, there vegetable juice, garlic/pepper spice, steak sauce, and some apple hand pies.......every where something else......old McTrollie had a bridge ei ei oh...(hehe).
(call it paranoia but i hate to run out of things i use a lot.....was low on some of the items i bought today...but in 4 different stores...but thought i'd have fun describing the trip)
(besides i've been waiting along time to parody Old McDonald's Farm...)

Friday, November 6, 2015

as i write it's 49 days give or take until Christmas,  and yet many of the stories are bring out their Christmas stuff, and ads are already fill the airwaves, or is it cable waves, or satellite waves, on TV...
when i was a kid, you rarely saw any ads or Christmas displays until  the day after question for today is...why in the retail market has Thanksgiving all but disappeared...?
so call me crazy (wouldn't be the first time) call me old fashion (well on that you'd be right) but it's because the only shops that make any money off Thanksgiving are food stores, and stores that sell wine and other spirits.......
Thanksgiving has always been a family day, a religious day...and apparently they can't sell that...make a profit there...more's the pity...
(sorry rant alarm still not operational)

Thursday, November 5, 2015

just to explain my avatar...i was wandering around the net looking for some weird pics for one of my other blogs...and something in me on Google images typed in birds on skateboards...( okay by now you may have a hint of my strange mind) any who...i found this pic of a skateboarding budgie...and it reminded me an old feathered friend from years ago...the still missed Admiral Bird (okay it's a bad play on words,off of Admiral Byrd ) but then i love playing with words
why do i do it? why do i try to reason with peeps that are convinced that they have all the answers, and they are right?
maybe i know those peeps too well, i was one of them years ago...but i got better...i now realize that knowing the whole truth is not possible, but seeking the truth...that gives you purpose...
at one time i thought my best trait was arrogance, but with out going in to detail.....i finally came to the simple fact that i wasn't arrogant....i was just a dang fool..........
but if i learned one lesson in life is you can't help someone who doesn't think they need help...
so why do i try?

one of my avocations is military history, and particularly weapons, that's why if you scroll to the bottom of the page, you'll find a pic of a morning star mace...
(the mad one scratches his head, ah ha, that's the right tool to fix that dang rant alert)
on Google+ i will admit to lurking on communities that i might not agree with, but i don't go atrolling, i think you can't truly understand if you don't take an honest view of those with whom you are you to learn  if you only listen to those who believe as you...
now don't get me wrong, i have no problem if a peep posts honest questions, but to go to a community that you don't agree with in an attack mode...that be trolling...and the MadTrollie knows trolling when he sees it
(apparently the RANT broken....the mad one wanders off looking for a hammer to fix it with)

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

there is an old saying "a watched pot never boils"...but i think it should be updated to "a watched windows update never loads"
and i've spent time trying to figure out what they changed and screwed up
i never thought i'd say this but there are times i wish i could go back to windows 95...

Monday, November 2, 2015

it's weird sometimes i forget what i ate for breakfast, and sometimes i remember things that happened 50+ years ago. two guys i'd know all my life up to that point, Kurt,Billy and i all hayed for Bobby D.
he raised Black Angus cattle...
as an aside: 12 hour days, at a dollar an hour, but 3 square meals...but understand in '65 the minimum non farm wage was only 1.50/hr...and gas was 19 cents a gallon...
any way i got there early and Bobby and i checked out the hayloft...we always loaded from right to left....(just like reading Hebrew) and the right was almost normally we'd load the center next.
one major of the female barn cats had recently had a litter of kittens, and was nesting with them in the center section..
three problems:
a) mother cat with kittens
b) feral cat
c)who was the alpha female
so we decided to load the left side first
so we decided to finish the right side
eat supper, and then move the conveyor to the left.
well the right side was full and we still had a few bales left, so Kurt grabbed one and started for the center section. said i "if i where you i won't"...... that's as far as i got...Kurt was wearing about 7 pounds of feral mother barn cat on his chest all 20 claws sunk to the hilt.
(as an aside i was checking out the aerial view of the old stumping grounds...and discovered the fields we used to hay...are now a golf course...i guess you really can't go back)
i was talking to a friend about the World Series, while they aren't exactly a Mets fan,they do root for any New York State team,if their favs aren't playing. and i mentioned to describe the way the Royals play at the bat. "hit 'em where they ain't"
when i was younger i didn't play a lot of baseball, but a lot of slow pitch softball. i heard the above quote, and that was always the way i played, often called a spray hitter, or a place hitter..a lot easy in slow pitch.
but i either never knew the source of the quote or just forgot...the whole quote was:
"keep your eye clear, and hit'em where they ain't"
attributed to Wee Willie Keeler.

i've been thinking of that's a shocker...and the different between the denotation and the connotation of a word(s)....
denotation is simple what the word(s) mean(s)  based on roots
connotation on the other hand is subjective...arbitrary...or it means what you think it means...based on how you understand the context in which the word is used...

i was thinking (okay so i avoid it because it hurts but....)about catch phrases that people i know or knew tend or tended to repeat...
1) "my mommy told me i'd have days like this ....(pause)...but not every day!!!!!!"
2) "if someone insists that they know the's absolutely pointless to try to confuse them with facts"
(and my absolute one comes from the dad of friend of mine in high school)
3)"i don't mind if someone calls me a polack that's what i'm....(pause)  but if they call me a (blank) polack then i get mad" (this came complete with clenched fist)(for the (blank) fill in your favorite cuss word)

Sunday, November 1, 2015

as to my love of etymology, i studied when in college Konie Greek, and Biblical Hebrew, from a brilliant teacher who was an expert in the field of etymology...and although i am not fit to carry his briefcase,i still love the field...
(konie or common tongue of the classical vulgate was the common tongue of latin)
(dang, sorry about the misspell has been corrected)
(wanted etymology got entomology useful  word with greek origins hardly the same)
(the mad one hangs his head in shame)
it should be obvious from my last post that i love etymology...actually the  etymology of etymology is interesting but i'll  let you figure that one out for yourself
however i used the term my last post:
from the latin
medium (middle)
aevum (age)
english: middle a child it was the first word i learned to use to describe periods of history in different places...the first being europe...but there is something dark, about the word medieval..that appeals to the troll in me
(oh as to the absence of the latin police, they are still trying to get the mace dents out of their Vespas..)
( warning: i have against my better judgement allowed the latin police to return but at my insistence i have required them to leave the Fiat 500 at if you encounter a horde of them riding Vespas...sorry)
it is common  practice to use the terms BC and AD when referring to dates, (i prefer BCE and CE...but that's just me)
in talking to a friend she told me that she was taught that AD...meant after death...a reference to the death of Christ....sorry but not so (not the first time i've heard that and probably not the last) comes from the latin phrase "in anno domini nostri" in english
"in the year of our lord"...aka the year of his birth...
in  brief they got the wrong date ...........most probably between  5 and 3 BCE (or if you prefer BC)
( the mad one gets off his high horse, after chasing away the latin police with a mace (the medieval weapon, not the modern spray))