Thursday, December 27, 2007

Monkey VS. Cat - Christmas San Francisco 2007

Beware the fury of a patient man. -- John Dryden
I'm going to speak on a metophorical tone for a moment. If you get where I'm coming from you're doing better than 50% of the people on this planet. -Don't stick your hand in the tiger's cage.- You don't have to take this as a threat. I am not threatening you. If you were born in the jungle you may have grown, into a fine, civilized human being, with the common sense to understand this for what it is. This is a rule of survival.

A tiger is an animal of unmittigated cunning. So cunning, in fact, it's cuddly feline appearance may oft' times lead more naive animals into the mistaken belief it is simply a big pussycat. Beware the pussycats. They have the ability to become cunning and cruel at the drop of a hat.

There are many juveniles on the planet unable to fathom the depth of this, or any, creature's wild nature. Animals are soft, cuddly cartoons. Animals are what the parents buy to compensate for exorbitant babysitting fees. {sidenote: babysitters: What are they really after?}

-Don't stick your hand in the tiger's cage.-
The more spoiled a child is raised the less respect it has for the very real mortal danger of living. Felinus domesticus is a slighter descendant of the lion, leopard, or tiger family of big cats. If you have been trained to interact with these creatures at a carnival or zoological sideshow in a more or less laboratorially controlled environment, then... and only then... maybe you could walk away with your arm still connected to your shoulder. Even then the outcome is dependent on the humor of the cat on this particular day. There is no Hollywood script for a tiger. Behind their eyes swirl the mysteries of the ages. 'Professional animal handlers' know what makes these big cats tick, they have 'hands-on' experience, and still they know enough to never take these creatures for granted. Just because you play the wii or the ps2 doesn't even begin to suggest that you could escape with your heart still beating after a slightly pms tigress gets her claws into you. The attack of a tiger is ferocity exemplified. Make your peace with the Lord God Almighty before you stick your hand in that cage, boy.

Let's call you the lucky monkey, shall we? You step right up, stick your hand between the barrier of civilization and primordial eternity... the tiger leaps... all claws, fangs, and stripes barrel assing towards your little monkey paw. You retract the offer. Twelve to fifteen inches of razor sharp hooks burst through the same barrier. They plow four gashes through your Louis Vitton varsity jacket. A crimsom liquid rushes the torn material. After all, you're the lucky monkey. A couple of authoritarian lumberjacks open fire and the cat goes down. Lucky,...lucky... lucky.

There have been humans eaten by cats since the beginning of history. Check out a museum,an art gallery, a library, the world wide web,... The information is out there. Educate yourself if noone is willing to take you by the hand and tell you -Don't stick your hand in the tiger's cage.-

Personally, I find that zoological gardens always leave me gray. I guess if anyone wants to rid the world of terrorism and terroristic attacks they could quite possibly make a big name for themselves by stopping the subhuman, lowlifes that would kill one of God's most stunning creatures, by this I mean the poachers and not the defenders of civilization. I live in this place which has been named after a very particular, very peculiar saint. He was of the inspired ideology 'If God loves the birds of the sky, how much more does He love us?' Even if you get rushed out of the zoo in an ambulance, you're the lucky monkey.

Those gentlemen with the artillary, or firesticks as we used to call them are our explanation of how far we have come from beating off the creeping nocturnal beasts. They are the necessary defense for the antics of lucky monkeys who stick their arms in the tiger's cage. It's a thankless job but even in the 21st century it seems still of necessity.

I will pray for the soul of the child who stuck it's arm in the tiger's cage. More so will I weep for the extinction of Tatiana.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Safari Global - Chapter 1

'there is something happening
but you don't know what it is
do you, Mr. Jones?' BDylan

Friday before the Christmas tuesday when everyone who is anyone will be with the people they love to celebrate consumerisms' biggest holiday. 'What's he doing for Chrithmath?' Everybody would like to know what everyone else is doing. Well, I don't know about everyone else. I can tell you how I am listening to the ol' Stereolab CD on Friday night and waiting to eat up my International calling card funds (Yummy. Yummy.) I don't know that that's so terribly interesting.... I could tell you about electronic forms and the claims department which uses them, yet somehow, I feel, that is a vastly different tale and, most definitely, one deserving of it's own story/poem beyond the scope of this simple vision of a modern guy tapping away at the laptop keys so as to not simply stare into the audio analyzer or to dream too deep of colors the music makes. I could most certainly be writing this in a corporate cafe and drinking a cup of joe. I don't believe, however, that that is the correct or proper tone for a tone poem tomcatting from the Union Loin's most toxic anti-hero, Agent Zero of the Embarcadero.

Agent Zero is the zero who schleps the shoe leather throughout this town checkin' out the feminine body parts for no particular reason but only to dream of the material it could produce, were it to be recorded in some passionate clutch unbeknownst to himself or the general public at large.

The lover is the only one, who could be, reborn as the zero. When the government gave him the job of spying into the tender and intricate place no man must know, Agent Zero accepted like a retarded, half-mad, idiot. It would taken a flock of she-goats to knock him off course. Alas, those impetuous days of healthy pursuit soon took on other dimensions of unwieldy perspective. The beer was heavy. Her ass was heavy. There's no way of getting out of it once the video cameras catch you knee deep in elbows and pierced toes.

The Zero is the zero. Bad choices and a penchant for gambling on Fate's more unattractive sisters proved to be the pot to stew our Zero into a jambalya styled man chowder. Now, with the jalapeno atoms scorching his hairy genitals, he has no one to implore for mercy. As scoundrels have been known to, for century upon centuries, Agent Zero places a series of collect calls to God. The CD is skipping like a fudge merchant from the Barbary Coast. No one is picking up that phone. Not even voicemail.

'No crime. No qualm.' his mind attempts to dismiss the realty of the very real gravitational pull of larger, stronger, stranger astrological influences upon his warped and fractured grip on what is real and what could get 'too real', without proper medication being smuggled in by a beautiful camel jocky named Sonja Pope.


'Roberto, what will happen when Mars gets blindsided like a shitsalad in a snowstorm? It's all about extraterrestrial terrorism!. To tell the truth, I wouldn't be surprised (like Gomer Pyle 'Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!') If Bush and his boyfriend, Bin Laden, weren't arkestrating the whole kit & kaboddle from the Antarctic research facility where no man goes & no woman returns.'

Ah, IPA! Or ERA or NRA or FTD! What's it mean when you can't even hold your skinny ass down on the planet because some bad ass asteroid has ripped a chunk out the face of Mars, like a pitbull with no sorrow. Then, who's got the bus fare? Who, mama noodles? Who?

Yes. I could have used the ctrl+c & ctrl+v functions to build it like an art school bitch who might give you a case from Northport after sleeping with ugly, overwieght, bald, Nihilist rockstar wannabes. I could've went that route. You, my dear consumer, are paying high dollars to the boys from the lambda house to tell you why you are so stupid and how they could help you, for an extravagant fee, get over yourself and your lack of common knowledge and/or vision.

Like some lady told me,... she had to watch her carbs or her ass would mushroom to true organic proportions. 'What's the problem, lady? If that's who you are... be that thing. Be the best thing. Be the ONLY thing. Or be a thing in a series of things. It doesn't really matter in the long run. Trust me on this one,... God has an excellent sense of humor.' so spoke the Agent with a zero in his designation. Not a double zero, mind you. A single zero. Agent Zero. The way the Hindus would have wanted it.

The people had been busy building a God. A huge, technological affirmation of how worthy they are to be loved. With all their shortcomings, all their detestable stenchry, with all their masks and floral underwear. 'My God... the 'REAL' God gave me this huge package of meat to display on the inner net!' 'God gave us plastic surgeons to prove how beautiful and worthy we are.' 'God finally gave us a credit card with low interest rates!' 'God gave us this music.' "Forget the conspiracy crap, Agent Zero. We have a job to do. God help us if we screw this one up." You have got to serve somebody. Even if your name is Agent Zero. Even if you live and work in the Embarcadero. That's the way things is.

Agent Zero takes it in vain. A world music classic is streaming through his ragtop. Wind is blowing his hair like a one legged barber in Little Saigon. He rolls with the flow. On the radio playing at the end of the hall 'All we are is dust in the wind' probably from the wacked out Yoga lady or the smoked out security guard from Afrika. Either way. "It's one of one and two of two. Close on the sides. Clean on the neck."
"Chould I put the razor on the back of your neck?"
"It won't matter either way in a couple of weeks."
"say, mister,... jew sound like you're knowin' 'bout someting. I am only El Barbero. I ain't too smart. You got sometin to tell me?"
"I can't say too much, friend. Maybe I've said too much already... If you've got some family,... tu familia! No?"
"Si. Si. My family. Yo comprendo, senor."
"The best thing you could possibly do for those people is run to them. RIGHT NOW! I mean, after you finish my hair. There is something happening but if I dare breathe a word of it,... To ANY-BODY, we would all be systematically snuffed out by the US government. I'm only telling you this so you have a chance." Zero points at a Polaroid scotch taped to the barber's mirror "Take that little girl and kiss her like you've never kissed her before. That's my tip for you."
"You want me to kiss my wife's cousin? He's fifty years old and in la clinica psicopatica de Inglenterra. He is a very dangerous man. Don't be fooled be his prepubescent good looks, senor. He is an electromagnetic madman. Once, he even made me a present of a flaming dog turd! No, senor. I will not kiss him as if he were my daughter. Not for you or all the technological threats this world has to offer. I am a man and a barbero but there are somethings I just won't do."
"The point I am trying to make to you, my friend, is that the shit is going to hit the fan in a very large amounts and soon. Be prepared. That's all I am saying to you. Do you want to see your entire family consumed in a fiery natural catastrophe... OR worse to be left to the roving hordes of mutant rapists that will sour this scorched earth looking to consume anything with a pulse? Is that what you want!" Agent Zero jumps out of the barber's chair and throws off his protective smock "Well,... If that's the way you want it Senor Barbero..." Zero pulls open the frontdoor "You just made my shitlist!"
"But Senor,..."
Zero pulls out a wad of one dollar bills and throws them into the barber shop as he huffs off in hot footed fashion through the strip mall parking lot.
"Your hair..."

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Another day in Paradise

Today has started with a series of inappropriate malfunctions @ the Edge of the World Studions. Please be assured that all the online data is secure. As for the proprietary storage devices [i.e. Palm Tungsten, and my cute little SUSE Thinkpad] suffice to say we are moving with all due haste and Godspeed to recover the data which can be recovered.

Sharks Going Out For Breakfast [ a new story in the upcoming book of short stories ] is in production today is on schedule and will be formated with all due diligence. Have a SUPER day and keep those cards and letters coming.

PMPope

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

.THREAT OF FOLLOW UP EARTHQUAKES

They say the Hayward & Calveras faults are still threatening for more massive shaking. I've got a bad case of hives about this whole thing. Could it simply be my choice in drycleaners.? My flesh is being eaten and not just on Halloween. @ first I thought it was possible that this old hippie, up in the Haight, may have hit the nail on the head with his theory concerning SCABBIES and how I would have to build a bonfire in Union Square to get out of such a predicament. Luckily, i consulted a trained physician - purt damn near toot sweet. She was an Angel of Mercy and told me 'Not to freak out.' Good sound medical advice. So i thought it was bedbugs. Disgusting vermin hitting the 5 and lesser starred establishments de mi barrio If it were the bedbugs wouldn't they also be gnawing the Felinius Domesticatis living in my studio. AND THEN LIKE A GIANT SAN FRANCISCO EARTHQUAKE it hit me.... I would climb too far in the corporate world as I had acquired an allergy to Dry Cleaning!!!.... stay tuned for more earthquaking news....

Monday, September 03, 2007

PODCAST - 9x to BirdWorld - Edge of the World Productions uSA 2007 SF/CA

Mobile Podcasting made to order


Summer of Love? Yeah,... I think I have heard something about this concept the earth people speak of. I have never seen this so called summer of love but I expect it should be a great and glorious thing when it arrives. It is one of the things which gives hope for all of humanity. Please stay tuned into this channel for the upcoming 9x-BirdWorld-Pier 37 audio podcasts recorded in their entirety during the summer of love celebrations for SF/CA 007

Editing Made to Order



Lest we forget the Polk Village Festival has taken place this past weekend. I'd like to announce that I will get the video out as soon as I am able to move it around a little bit on my thinkpad. [I'm trying to hook it up through the Linux Graphic Server but ol' Lurkey thinks it's quite a bit of bullocks to get out of his power down pose.
HEMLOCK? MORLOK? What's this Cat up to?
The party was great. The folks at the Hemlock (codename: Morlok) were as colorful and decrepit as usual. Little girls coming in from all corners of the world to stare at Bukows... wanna bees [and just regular old good for nothin's like me] Also, could someone remind that uptight Irish beechnut that she has to expect all kinds of folks in smoky little hole in the wall dives well off the beaten paths of the Gliteratzi. Maybe it's good her son turns out to be a lawyer so he can school her on human rights.
Let's not forget the talent
The ladies from KUSF were stunning on camera and off. They held up real nice throughout the festival. My hat's off to 'em! And the local visitation by the assorted urban organica was quite exhilirating. The video will be out before you know it so rss this feed.

Later
PMPope


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DATELINE: 9.22.2007 Better late than never
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Director: PMPope
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Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Lawyers will have a field day with this one.


Criminals Google 'How To Open Safe' In Middle Of Burglary


A couple of burglars were stymied when they tried to crack a safe, so they found a computer that had been left on and simply Googled for the information they needed to make off with $12,000 worth of loot.


The burglars, who have yet to be caught, broke into Bigg City, a large amusement center, at 2:45 a.m. on June 11, according to Sgt. Dale Fox of the Colorado Springs Police Department. Despite making off with cash, a laptop, and a PlayStation 3 game console worth a total of $12,000, these weren't a couple of brilliant thieves.


The Colorado Springs Police Department recently put the surveillance video online in hopes of receiving a tip about the crime. Fox said so far they've only gotten a "few weak tips."

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Monday, July 09, 2007

I could give classes on how not to make money with ads from AdSense

How does it happen that AdSense can't hear the cries of distress of the people they are supposed to be working with, namely folks who are doing the work to keep the 2.0 phenomena in full tilt. I've been pumping out blogs which I have agreed to host multiple AdSense banner ads but have yet to see one red cent. There oughta be a law against the shysterism goin' on around this joint.

Hey man, I'm kinda upset right now... maybe I'll take some of this SomaFM chill pill and kick back while I'm still lightyears away from getting paid by AdSense.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Edgeworld dot Mobi

when posting a blog from the moblogger stance (i.e. - Edge of the
World Productions uSA President - PMPope kicking back and inputing via
the Palm) it is mandatory we should take into consideration the new
rollout of www.edgeworld.mobi (mobile site hosted by 1and1) yet lest
we forget and take for granted all the painstaking hours spent by this
outfit to step up to the plate and embrace the technology involved,
Edge of the World uSA will..(for a limited time) offer anyone in the
technology sector a free gift, as way of showing our appreciation for
the innovations we exploit on a daily basis.

thx

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Edge of the World Productions uSA

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

man vs manchine

Intel throws a party and everyone falls asleep. DATELINE SF: alot of ying yang and pictures of cheetahs lurking in the server room. Wanna talk about convergence? No convergence sez the mobility spokesman... and here's the final virus scan question before we get to the raffles, the wine, and Conan pimped by Intel...

Monday, April 09, 2007

Ballad Mainly for People Who Goes Missing


Ol' Jim Gray he went out on a sunny day It was a sunny day Ol' Jim Gray he went out he got swept away
on such a sunny day
aboard the good ship Tenacious went for a run along Las islas de Farrallon had his GPS & Internet the whole way Ol' grey made certain it was wired the entire day on such a sunny day
A sunny day
Ol' Jim Gray he went out on a sunny day It was a sunny day There was something about a fish eye view a secret code somethin' else about gurus and the Xrs-fifty-oh-x series 2.0 would be comin' long but on that sunny day they say Jim slipped away far from the eyes shining in the heavenly sky said Ol' Jim Gray he went out on
a sunny day

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Cruelty must STOP

Cruelty-free Companies

We as consumers can help our animal friends by purchasing only products that have NOT been tested on animals. By changing your shopping habits a bit, you too can become a Caring Consumer. It's easy to do! When you shop, look for products that say "Cruelty-free" or "not tested on animals". The following Web sites will show you all the companies that don't engage in animal testing.

For a list of AMERICAN companies that do not engage in animal testing, click on the following links:

National Anti-Vivisection Society (interactive Web site that allows you to search by company and product). Click on "Company / Product Search" on the left-hand side of the page.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals.

Choose Cruelty-free

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