Bunjeejumpy didn’t like it when people called him BJ.

That’s what Abusouz, Hamid’s brother, told me.

I asked then Abusouz "Who's BJ ?"

Abusouz, pointing his finger towards BJ, looked at BJ and told me " Who's BJ? It's him!"

Three seconds after, Abusouz was dead.

Oh my - Bunjeejumpy was a total bad-ass. He was kind of a dick, actually. He and I crossed paths on a pre-arranged tri-state crime spree back in '93 and he double-crossed me and took off with most of the money. I was so pissed off. A few years, I got him back by sabotaging this silly little aircraft that he built in Colorado. It can now be revealed that his name was actually John Denver.

The first and last time I met Hamid was in Alcatraz.
Together, we shared the same prison cell with Bunjeejumpy,
a sociopathic from North Dakota, also known as BJ.

Hamid advised me “Don’t look at BJ for more than two seconds. He'll kill you in a second.”

I asked Hamid "Who's BJ ?"

Hamid, pointing his finger towards BJ, looked at BJ and told me "It's him."

Three seconds after, Hamid was dead.

Yes- Ann, please tell Hamid I said hi. I used to play cards with that dude on Tuesday nights. He was a shrewd card player.....and a wild dude. He liked to dress up as Batman a lot, though, which was disturbing.

Yeah, nothing can stands between lovers, Ann, go for it ! Was that the Afgan secret service or the US one ? Hey A, say hi to Hamid Karzai for me.

Oh, by the way:


Life is not life unless we can feel it.

Samuel Butler

congratulations for the new job, Mike!!! Though I'm pretty worried for the computer of Fisher College...

Maiko went from college to thinking about Business school to re-entering high school.

I, for those of you who don't know, am working in the IT department at Fisher College. I worked 6 hours on Friday, 14 hours on Monday and 10 hours today. I have to be at work at 8am. It is now very late, but I had darts, so its OK.

This is like a dream. We are almost at the end of September, and here, in the Low Lands, the temperature is still in the 80s and…


Sun is shinin', the weather is sweet;
Make you want to move your dancin' feet:
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y'all, where I stand…

I said left frontal lobe. (aka the left side of your brain, and the front of that side.)

Tricky is as Tricky does, and as a Tricky will be.

Here’s some advice from Samuel Butler on how to raise a child (for you, Maiko, how to raise Tricky).


When asked to give a rule of life for the son of a friend he said, "Do not let him try
and find out who wrote the letters of Junius." Pressed for further counsel he added, "Nor yet who was the man in the iron mask"--and he would say no more. Don't bore people.

G is posting lyrics to "Big Rock Candy Mountain" which is an old folk bluegrass song and is featured in O Brother. Where Art Thou?

Maiko is indeed insane. Before she moved out of the house we surgically grafted Tricky onto her left frontal lobe. Casey was not amused. This was the the easiest way that we could think of to get Tricky out of the house for good (he was starting to eat the brick house supports in the basement). The only drawback, other than driving Maiko insane that is, was that Tricky will be Maiko and Casey's first born.

Home with Hitler link from L.Y.D.

In the big rock candy mountains, the jails are made of tin,

And you can walk right out again, as soon as you are in.

There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks.

I'm a-going to stay where ya sleep all day,

Where they hung the jerk who invented work

In the big rock candy mountains.



I'll see you all this comin' fall in the big rock candy mountains.

Just went to Rusted and noticed that Jeff had a link to that interesting site first.

I wonder if he thinks that I was trying to scoop him? (As Jeff has no perma-links I can't link to the actual post, but it was on 9/9/03)

Disposable DVDs from Disney.

"Mommy why does Sleeping Beauty no longer work?"

the site Mike suggested is quite amazing!!! I was staring at those images for 15 minutes!! Anyway, back to ...


In the big rock candy mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,

Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night.

Where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines every day,

On the birds and bees and the cigarette trees,

the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,

in the big rock candy mountains.

Oh this is interesting. If you look really closely you will notice that it is a static picture. You only sense movement, there is in truth none.

'One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fire was burning,

Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said boys I'm not turning,

I'm headed for a land that's far away, beside the crystal fountain,

So come with me we'll go and see, the big rock candy mountains.'

It has been a while that we didn't mention the wolves...

"There are wolves in the walls," she told her mother. "I can hear them."

"No," said her mother. "There are no wolves in the walls. You must be hearing mice, I suppose."

"Wolves," said Lucy.

"I'm sure it's not wolves," said her mother. "For you know what they say.....If the wolves come out of the walls, then it's all over."

As of September 2nd, BC cut my account... only two years after I moved out of Boston... I loved that email address...

anyway my new one (which I'm not particularly fond of) is


g.gambarota@rad.umcn.nl


pretty bad, isn't it?


g stands for giulio

gambarota stands for gambarota

rad stands for radiologie

umcn stands for University Medical Center Nijmegen

nl stands for Netherlands

easy, isn't it?

Giulio - what email address are you using now? I tried the BC one, but it came back to me.....

Samuel Butler was cool…


I have been asked to speak on the question how to make the best of
life, but may as well confess at once that I know nothing about it.
I cannot think that I have made the best of my own life, nor is it
likely that I shall make much better of what may or may not remain
to me.. Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument
as one goes on…

Yeah, it was great living at 53 when things were fixed fast and right.

Not like this place I am living at now, there has been this leak from the second floor bathroom that goes straight into the kitchen, causing the ceiling to slowly fall down to the floor. Also for like the past 8 years there has been a leak in the front hall, and there is this pile of sticks and tree limbs in the same spot in the back yard. Boy I wish I still lived at 53 where stuff like that was fixed fast.

At least there are no squirrels in the walls.

Maiko, I get commissions cause I'm cool like that, cause I'm down like that, cause I have an Amazon Associate account like that.

Do you know him ????

That's the basement of NorthEast Brewing Co on Comm Av in Boston.


http://www.sultanofspin.com/events.htm