Danservations

..One Blogger expresses Opinions..

There are no laxatives in this apartment. Don't need them. I have this picture printed in color and taped on the wall at eye level when I sit on the potty. It always works:

It scares the shit out of me every time!

If and when I die, I DO NOT want to go to Texas! Just give me a Emmons D10, 8 down, 4 up, with a couple kickers, two Millers by the back left leg, and a Peavey Session 400. If Nero could fiddle while Rome burned, I kin goddamn well pick while I go to hell.

I once took a simple, three chord melody (which I dearly love) verbatim from an old, old gospel tune, renamed it Dan’s Devil’s, sped it up a bit & just let that Big Emmons talk. It was a hit every where we went; our Manager thought I was a genius.:) I never did ‘fess up.

Buddy Emmons, Lloyd Green, and John Hughey are the three greatest pedal steel men who ever lived.

There are no “answers” to life; only personal choices we make as we go along. If there were answers, somebody would be selling cheat sheets.

A pet is Nature’s way of saying; “Lonely? Take one of these and lonely will vanish!!”

I’ll believe Corporations are people when I see Texas execute one!

Falling in Love is pretty simple – you go ass over teakettle whether you want to or not. I’m talking LOVE. Not lust, or "I’m getting older"…, or materialism. Just LOVE Falling OUT of Love…..that’s a little different. WE didn’t choose to fall IN Love; what the hell makes us think WE can fall out of Love? If you can meet some one new and forget the "old one", you were never in love. You were lying to them, and much worse; yourself.

I hate things that move faster than I can think. Thus my love/hate relationship with these (computers) goofy fuckers. Best term I’ve ever heard for them? “Confusers.”

If “Grandpa and Grandma” can buy a new computer and be sending emails with pictures and video’s in them a hour later, as the advertising would have us believe, they better have one hell of a computer smart kid beside them!

I have a penchant for nicknaming people (Yes, me and G.W) and things. A few: Windows 7; shitball 7. Romney; Shitonme. My car (Saturn); The Rollerskate. O’bama; O’Bush or Halfrican. Laptops; junktops. This one? You don’t want to know.:) G.W. Bush; The Texas Turd. (Gov.) Perry. Prayerlee or The Texas Turd II. The Right Wing; The Wrong Wing.

Occupy Wall Street and the 99%ers are essentially elephant hunting with BB guns. How do they expect to reform years of intentional law breaking by obeying the law and carrying goddamn signs? FUCK THE LAW!!! Start blowing shit up, Firebomb a few joints. Overturn a few cop cars (best when occupied).

This will be my last post, excepting possible very sporadic appearances. Yes yes I know; you’re heart broken. Hold down the clapping and cheering, will ya? There’s people trying to catch up on their sleep as they read this! As I feel unexpected tears welling up (or else I gotta pee really bad), I’ll just say it’s been MY privilege all these years to be called a blogger. I’m much more diverse and better educated because of you.

The Blogger.