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Random thoughts, right now as I blaze and watch That 70's Show, I see one of these new fangled inventions, that someone keeps coming up with. Actually, I like the idea, and might even try them. Brush-Ups, that little thing you put on your finger, than use your finger like it was a brush.
But the commerical disturbs me. I don't know, when they slip it on their finger, heh. I don't know, anyone else having flashbacks of "High School Health". You know, its funny, in my school none of the teachers had evil nicknames, the kind we make up to make fun of them, nothing offical except for our Health Education Teacher, Mrs.Ginder AKA THE GRINDER.
So you know, this Brush-Up Commerical does nothing but bring up horrid memories of a late 50s year old, kind of butch female health teacher, who was all into more manly things, like wood-working, probably welding, butch-women. And of course, short hair, and I don't remember or never knew or cared enough to know, lesbian or not, probably, butch, short hair, haven't I seen a poster somewhere like that?
And she was the only teacher who did this. So picture this person sliding a condom over her fingers, showing how to properly put one on. And that's not the fucking half of it. My fondest memory of the class was the day she brought the pouches out, and revealed fake canerous nuts, and proceeded to have the entire class squeeze this nut, to feel its cancer. Of course, not real looking, but shapped as one, size of one, etc. I think we had breasts too. But my mind is foggy.
Then making love to the plastic person, and the plastic baby. CPR training, god, here, go tongue this doll in front of the entire class, and use this cloth thing we handed one out to everyone so we don't spread disease.
Our favorite thing, and this was Home Ecs, not Health, so I never witnessed it first hand, was the fake baby in Home Ec. I remember the old way and the way our school had gone (which both ways came from this school, just a 10 year difference). The old way was ye old flour sack with the painted face, which I know most people flung into a corner of their room until it had to be returned. The people in our school (and I saw I think at least one guy with this doll) had this electronic freakish anti-home-abuse baby doll. Looked semi-real, but it was electronic, and programmed to do random stuff, I think shit, piss, eat, sleep, cry, like a real baby. And it recorded how it was taken care of on a disk or something, so the teacher would know if per say you, beat the living crap out of the fake kid, like a redneck. So of course if female friends ended up with this thing, I remember someone on our bus had it, and sadly I was with a friend by the name of Duane, who together we did nothing but cause havoc. I always suggested things and made evil comments, other people did my bidding, so of course I said lets fuck with it, and he tried.
Guess High School was fun, now its nothing more than a faint puff of smoke in my slowly burned out mind.
And I got some more trucker tips for you people, since I have a job driving and deal with low D Class Drivers everyday, the young, the old, the stupid. Despite my skill to pilot a 72 foot articulating vehicle that can weight in at 40 tons, I have gone to driving a 20 ton box truck capable of hauling only 10 tons worth of cargo, probably more. But here are my tips.
DO NOT PARK IN FRONT OR EVEN CLOSE TO THE FUCKING ICE CHESTS OUTSIDE OF STORES. I wish my truck had a highway plow on the front, I'm sick of people being in front of those chests, or morons who think hey, lets fucking drive behind this semi-large truck that is currently backing up. Sadly that one person who did it, was a one legged man walking around on crutches. So for that I let it go.
Lets see, I won't say please do not make your turn when the truck is 30 feet away doing 35mph, someone did that to me today, causing me to brake hard (learn to control your brakes too people, don't just slam them, that locks the tires and makes the car skid, but you can stop hella-quick if you press just hard enough). Some old lady too I think, luckly which with these little box trucks it wouldn't matter, my cargo of ice was totally gone, just pallets and a big wooden box that holds ice blocks. Only thing that could go wrong was, shit sliding forward, and if I had ice, the pallets falling over. 285 bags stacked 6 feet high on a wooden pallet and wrapping in plastic don't stand up alone well.
Can't complain about everyone passing me...despite the fact I'm doing 65 in a 55 zone. And no bitching because I'm going 35 through the mountains, the roads are good, but roads that have signs that look like the ones from PeeWee's Big Adventure...yeah, no. Wouldn't want to take a truck through there, nor down this one highway. I actually encountered my first hair pin turns on a "major" highway for up here, going along the base of a mountain, which around here are small, Adirondaks (sp?) Mountains are tiny, they be ancient and worn down, unlike the Rockies which are tall, jagged and young. But still, steep mountain side to my right, cement wall and a river 10 feet below in this almost canyon type area. Oh wall, 15mph recommended speed mr.yellow sign? Sure, 35 is good enough, heh. I didn't even look, I feel how the vehicle handles more than the speed.
Anyways, my brain just melted.