It was 1965 - that I had my first experience at a walk-in theater.  A gas station  offered two free movie tickets at the local Graco Theater for every fill-up!  So Dad filled er up..., and thought I should have my first movie going experience other than ye olde Drive-In.

        It was the Saturday matinée, and my big brother was to basically baby sit and from my perspective, protect me.  "The Three Worlds of Gulliver".  And I would have enjoyed it except my big brother's school chums were seated behind us and decided to use me for their entertainment rather than watch the freaking movie. They were loud, obnoxious and obviously not there for the movie.

        From dropping popcorn down the back of me shirt, to kicking the back of my seat and fake spitting on the back of my hair (at least I think it was fake spitting).. all the way to pulling my hair and anything else diabolical they could think of, they would not stop throughout the whole movie. My attempts to get big brother to stop them were less than futile. "Brother! Those creeps are kicking my seat and pulling my hair!" to which he replied, "Shut up and watch the movie".

 

        Yes, it was a traumatic experience for a boy of seven years old, but what could I do against eleven year olds!? It was not David and Goliath, it was David verses the world!  That is, if the world consisted of four idiot eleven year old school kids. And for that moment in time, it did.

        The usher walked down the isle and for some reason did not notice these hooligans having a private trash-n-torment party at my expense.  "Sir, can you make these kids stop".  The usher looked at me and then to the kids, sharing a knowing wink with them.., and what did he say? "Shut up kid and watch the movie" - addressing ME! The victim!  I expect this was a defining chapter in my life, one that taught me, butt-heads, ruled the world, and the good guy gets sat on by those butts. Look what happened to Gulliver for crying out loud! A double tragedy was taking place.

 

        I tried to be like those creepy kids for a time after that, but the short lived attempt just didn't work out as well for me as it did for them.  I was a pretender. I wasn't a bad kid, and pretending to be always backfired. Swearing off bad-guy status, I went on through life examining the world in which I lived.  Thats not to suggest I was a perfect angel, mind you, just not the extreme bully type. (I'm lying! I've always sweet and innocent - still am)

        To half quote a favorite passage from the Bible, "All is vanity".  Seemingly all we do is surmountable to vanity. We live, we work, we die.  A vain effort. We cant take anything with us when we eventually move to the small cramped underground apartment with a drab stone yard ornament - except, maybe.., just maybe.., we can take some level of dignity with us when we go. We takes what we can get, we gives what we cans, and then its the final curtain call.  I don't know about you - but when I take that last bow on this stage we call, life, I want to go out not with a bang, not with a whimper - but with a smile, a salute and ... some level of dignity.

In the 70s the Graco Theater stood empty, aging, a testimony to yesterday with ghosted memories for many I presume. My memories of that place.., not so good in one respect, but still, it was a moment in a chapter of my existence. About 35 years ago, the Graco Theater had been torn down, and over its grave now stands a community center for the elderly - and I think that sucker has my name on it! waiting for the day. It can just keep waiting as far as I am concerned. Muahahaaha- Muahahaha.., cough-cough-wheeeeze- Ahem.

I'm feeling too lazy to write anything at the moment. Other than what you see here. Haven't had any medication for my back, but wow! for some reason I feel like I popped a couple of those pain pills. More on the sleepy side than on the high side. Its kind of hard to drag up the humor - so I'm not even going to try.

 

On the other hand, I'm not going to go all boo-hooey here either. Why? What would be the point? There has to be a point, some level of motivation and I have nothing to get all gushy over. Not yet anyhow. **waits five minutes**  Nope - it's not happening for me. Not yet.  Its nice to see you here again, though. Okay, thats just nuts.  I don't actually see YOU per say, I'm just anticipating your arrival - and be ye here or not - I really wont be able to see YOU - but more like the evidence of your being here - provided - you leave a comment or tag or something.

 

Okay - thats enough of my vacant rambling. I'm going to watch Stargate SG1 and Stargate Atlantis, now.  C ya later.  And if you really are here - say Hi! And feel free to say something more than a simple salutation, if you wish. Its the neighborly thang ta do.  Ciao

Supposedly has something to do with beauty - not so - but close!  To get to the heart of the meaning we have to break down this peculiar word.  Pul - as in Pull.  Chi  - as in the inner dynamic and Tude, as in attitude. (Pul-Chi-Tude).  What does that tell us?  We pull from our chi and have a attitude - think stuck up, vain, self absorbed.  My genius knows no bounds! Man I'm good! Uhm - but in a humble, non vain kind of way of course. (Psssst - its really spelled Pulchritude - but I wont tell anybody if you don't)

 

I will be enlightening you on the word schtuffs soon - but for now, something more urgent has come to my attention. Scientists (those crazy guys in white lab-coats, thick eyebrows and what have pieces of sewn together dead people parts on cheap stainless steel tables) are trying to develop and alternate meat source.

 

If they have their way, meat will be grown naturally by synthetic means, and you wont need to butcher Bessie the Cow to get it.  Yes, by the year 2025, you'll be eating slices of dried meat, cut into wafers and brand-named, Soilent Green.  Not to worry though.  It wont be dead people as in the movie of the same name - but possibly stem cells from dead people.  See! You worried for nothing! You silly people!!!

 

UPDATE ON DAUGHTER: Thank God, all the tests game out in her and the baby's favor!  The doctors determined the bleeding was caused by a reservoir sack in the placenta, where a little blood pooled and leaked out. Okay I realize that sounds gross and I hope you haven't had lunch just yet - but - that was the dealio.  The baby and his environment as well as mother are all very healthy and so.., there's nothing to worry about. And its been double confirmed - baby is a boy. As long as he's healthy and safe - it doesn't matter, boy or girl.  If its a Martian baby? There might be some problems.

Being someone of vastly superior intellect, I like to from time to time, drop some bit of educational info on your doorstep (so to speak) to help advance everyone elses intellectual pursuits. You just never know when these subjects come up and when they do, you don't want to feel like.., "Oh man! They are going to think I'm stupid!". So, class.., pay attention!

 

We all know what a Pontiff is. A Bishop or Pope. Basically its a religious leader type of situation you have here.  But how many know what "Pontification" is? WRONG!  Even if you don't know - you're still wrong because thats not the correct answer to the question as placed forth, with.

 

Here's whats going on.  When the Pontiff excuses himself to go to the mens room - he leaves to Pontificate.  We regular people go to the bathroom to what? "defecate".  Have you ever heard the expression, "Holy Poop!"?  Well that happens when the pontiff, pontificates.  But have no worries.  They don't use holy poop for any religious services.  So you wont have it painted on your forehead during mass or anything like that. Although, you'll never know if a priest may suddenly come down with a sadistic sense of humor.  You would realize this when people ask you about the brown painting on  your forehead.  It would be kinda hard for others to miss.  Pontiff poop doesn't stink. Or so it would seem by the way some of them behave, so forget about scent being a secondary or primary clue.

 

SO - Next time this subject comes up in conversation - you will be armed with knowledge, and you have me to thank for enlightening you to some of these mysterious word cases.  If you have any words you're having problems with - Use the CONTACT FORM at the bottom left sidebar (or click here) and Ask your "word" question, which will be addressed HERE at Davemania so that all may learn from my vast reservoir of knowledge and thinking of stuff.  I do have a degree in Thinkology, by the way.  Just keep the word Non Expletive.  That there "non expletive" means no dirty filthy words as in profanity or nasty words with vulgarity in them forth, with and with, forth.

 

Be Advised - if you ask a "word question" and you do NOT want to be identified - SAY SO in the contact form. Else-wise I will assume you don't care if I identify you and your blog or not - and thus I will. Forth, with