Dream Story continued October 17th 2017

The fog dissipated.   The man known as Bob opened his eyes.  He was laying down but he did not know what room he lay in.   The ceiling was dark.  He lifted his head and he noticed he was butt naked.

He arose out of the coffin that he was laying in.  He looked around the room to see monitoring equipment with numbers and lines on it.  In large red lights he could see on one of the screens “zero one seven” in big letters.

“What the fuck is this shit?”  Bob spoke out.

He heard footsteps.  He noticed there was a cracked door leading out of the strange room he was in.   Bob crouched down behind the coffin and he noticed a shadow pass the door.

He looked around the room and there were no clothes for him to wear.

“I guess I am roughing it.”

He creeped towards the door slowly.  He slid the door open ever so slowly and peered around.  The coast was clear.   As Bob looked around, it seemed that he was in some kind of old hotel and the hallway looked like any other hallway.  He began walking.

Bob noticed a stairway at the end of the hallway.  He slowly moved towards it.

At the end of the hallway one of the doors opened and lifeform exited the door.  It was a 4 foot tall gray creature.  The creature looked like a little person but it was totally gray and hairless.  The little creature turned and looked at Bob.  Bob peered into the large pitch black eyes of the creature.

The little creature jumped back startled.  It spoke in a small voice “Zero One Seven!”

The little creature hurried towards a nearby wall.  “It woke up!  It woke up!  This is not good!”   The black eyed creature slammed it’s little hands on the wall 5 times quickly.

Other little black creatures teleported in front of Bob, a mere five feet away.  They wore body armor and were holding what looked like little remote controls.

The leader of the pack spoke with the same kind of little voice, “Zero One Seven, this is the end of the line for you.  Your existence is no more.  Goodbye!”   The little creatures moved their fingers onto their remote controls.

Bob (Zero One Seven) collapsed onto the ground.  He was dead.

 

END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Something I learned while reading a Gigantic Encyclopedia (Chinese Literature)

I had this huge encyclopedia.   Gigantic encyclopedias are a great way to randomly stumble upon interesting things.

I discovered LU XUN, who was a Chinese writer.    Lu Xun was a modern figure in Chinese Literature.

He wrote a famous story called “The True Story of Ah Q”

#Knowledge

(DJ ROBO BISCUIT) July 20th, 2017

A Place on the Corner Elijah Anderson Excerpt From the Book

This book is interesting.  It is a sociological study of street life at “Jelly’s” which is a bar and liquor shop.    Anderson when he was a college student spent time with and observing the men of Jelly’s.   He broke them down into 3 groups: “The Regulars” “The Wineheads” and “The Hoodlums”

I recommend the book if you want to read someone trying to understand the life and psychology of men “of the street” as well as men who are in the “inner city” of America and who are men who are kind of on the fringe of society in a means of lower middle class to lower class.  There are also “hustlers” and some beggars.  The books is really really fascinating.

Here is just one example with an excerpt from the book:

Around Jelly’s, Oscar often expresses his desire for “big money.”  He is usually hatching some scheme to get “some quick money” with a friend from the corner.  Sometimes he will whisper to one person about his designs on another.  He might say, “Psst.  Hey, Eli.  Watch this.  Hey Sam, lemme hold a dollar till payday?”  If Sam, a friend of his, will “loan” Oscar the money, Oscar will then wink or hunch another person, to communicate how “smooth” and “slick” he is.  With money in his pocket already, Oscar feels he has “beat” the person making the loan.

Another except still in regards to “Oscar” :

Like other hoodlums around Jelly’s, Oscar lives and actively participates in what might be described as the subculture of violence of the ghetto streets.  He is commonly armed with his .38 caliber pistol, which he occasionally flashes.  He expects others to be “carryin’ somethin’ ” .     Frequently he may be seen standing with his hands dug into his pants pockets, as though he were ready to come “up with somethin’ ” at any moment should the need arise.  He says this posture will “make anybody think twice before they try to do somethin’ to you.”  He refers to his weapon as “my li’l equalizers that keep me alive” and that allow him to make his rounds.  Among group members he is known as someone who can “really go,” meaning he is considered a good street fighter and will not hesitate to fight.  Oscar has fought often and has threatened to cut people around Jelly’s.  Although I have never seen him do it, some say he has drawn his pistol on others around the corner more than once.

 

Those are just a couple of excerpts from the book.  It depicts men who are living their life socially by hanging out at the liquor store and bar.

This information came from the book which I had to special order from my local library.

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, stay fluffy

The Man in the Clouds (A story with Aliens and a Man) Biscuit Tale

As he journeyed he traveled up and up

he moved up and up into the Heavens

but he did not get as far as he hoped

his ship fell

it crashed

but he lived

the planet was breathable

he met a friendly creature and the creature stood on two legs just as he

the creature took him in and became his friend

he met friends of the creature and the friends were kind as well

BUT the creature and his friends warned him to not go across the line

“The other side is not safe.”

they said.  he was warned to not go out and meet the others who lived across the line

the others were monsters who spewed venom

but the man was not always wise and of course wanted to see for himself … …

The Weight Loss Man (Guest Contribution)

I want to thank “DJ ROBO BRISKET or Whatever” for this Contribution to the blog page.  It is an interesting story and I hope my fans will find it to be entertaining.

(BEGIN STORY)

Don was the epitome of a man who was destined to be a professional eater but never put in the effort to get past the amateur stage. In fact, back in high school, Don was nominated by his friends to be “Most likely to be a top competitive eater” after witnessing him devour two whole pizzas and he still had room to finish off a bucket of fried chicken. That is just one highlight out of countless other feats of eating. Don never thought much about it. When Don was hungry he would eat.

Don worked at an accounting firm. It was an okay job. Don might go as far as saying it was a good job. The salary was competitive and he enjoyed his co-workers. The cube-farm lifestyle really appealed to Don since it gave him plenty of time to procrastinate during the day while chatting with co-workers.

One day at the accounting firm, there was a fitness ‘competition’ to raise awareness. Awareness of what, Don was not certain, but he played along anyway. Don had never considered himself to be an athlete, but he reckoned he could be competitive in most workplace competitions, except in running. Craig from two cubes over was known for running ultra-marathons.

Don was quickly proven incorrect.

During the push-up competition, Don was unable to complete a single push-up. During the jumping jack competition (which Don, as well as many others, were surprised is a thing), Don was quickly disqualified after his heavy bounces resulted in a smashed monitor from rattling off the desk. There were a few other events at which Don continued the trend of the first two events.

Don was rather disheartened after realizing he came in absolute last place. Of course, they didn’t announce the last place loser, they only announced the top three winners. But Don did the math, he was an accountant after all.

Coming in last place had upset Don, but there was a moment during the competition that made him realize it was time for a change. During the jumping jacks he noticed there were parts of his body that were jiggling while jumping that should not be jiggling on a man. Don determined to do something about his weight.
People made many assumptions about Don, but nobody ever assumed that he was dumb. In fact, he wasn’t dumb. Don was quite intelligent. Don was the type of person who researches everything, and as a result is good at researching things. Weight loss was no exception.

On Don’s fancy smartphone was an app for tracking his food intake. This app was called MyFoodDude. Along with tracking food intake, it would tell one how much they should be consuming. After reading countless reviews (significantly more than a normal person would’ve read through), Don had determined that MyFoodDude was the absolute best app for the job.

For two weeks, Don was extremely precise about all of his intake. He had temporarily given up all of his favorite foods, and instead had to carefully weigh all of his new and bland foods before eating. After those two weeks, Don had lost about five pounds. He was happy to see the results, but the accountant in him instantly extrapolated and saw how long he would have to be eating carefully.

Don had noticed it was obnoxiously easy to make a mistake when converting units within the app. When one switched from grams to lbs it would keep the value from the grams. If one wasn’t careful, they could easily add 200 lbs of a food when they had meant 200 grams. Don was always watching out for this since he wanted to be precise in his tracking.

After those two weeks, Don decided to celebrate with a day of no tracking foods and instead eating some pizza. It was Don’s favorite food after all, and he had lost five pounds, so it was justified to him.

Remarkably, when Don weighed himself the next morning he had not gained any weight. In fact, he had continued his weight loss trend and he was absolutely starving. Chicken and quinoa have their place, but when Don felt as though he was about to expire from starvation, there was always available loving embrace of fast food only minutes away. Don hopped in his car and sped to the nearest golden arches.

Don couldn’t decide if he wanted one BigMac or two, so he opted for three. It made sense to Don at the time, as he was indeed very hungry.

The next couple of days went by similarly. Don was getting alarmed at his rapid weight-loss and thought it might be something medical. Before jumping to conclusions, Don decided to use that app, MyFoodDude to make sure that he was eating enough. When Don first opened the app, it showed him a streak of missed days. Somewhere in the back of Don’s mind, he noticed that those missed days corresponded with his days of starvation. The thought never reached the conscious portion of Don’s mind, and disappeared into nothingness.

After tracking a full day of eating, Don felt content and healthy. Don was no longer fearing death by starvation. Perhaps he had not been eating enough the past few days, Don had theorized. The next few days involved lots of weighing and measuring of foods and liquids to ensure that another similar accident didn’t occur.

One day, Don had cooked 300 grams of shrimp. Shrimp is low in calories and high in protein, so it was a good, albeit expensive entree. While tracking this, Don forgot to switch from pounds to grams. As the save button was inattentively pressed, Don instantly died.

A few weeks and many similar obituary entries later, MyFoodDude was updated. In the patch notes was “Fixed erratic behavior.”

(END OF STORY)

 

The Ambiguous Man (A man of many sides)

The man traveled into town.

He had a nice night and met a girl who was kind and smart.   The man wanted to go with the girl to his room.   She accepted his invitation.   She found the man to be a kind and gentle lover.

The next day came.  The man awoke from his slumber.  He had slept peacefully and was tired from his love-making.

He walked about the town.   The man was handsome.   The women of the town would often look at him as he walked past.

Night came soon enough.   The man went to the local bar.   He saw the girl from the night before and he politely waved at her.   When he was at the bar he found another man who was sitting alone.   He sat next to this Lonely Man.  He took a liking to this Lonely Man.  The man explained he did not have a room for the night and he needed somewhere to stay.  The Lonely man said the Man could sleep with him.  The wandering man who had entered the town only a day before accepted the offer.  That night the two men made love together.

The Man woke up the next day.  His body was sore from love-making.   When the Man decided to get out of bed it was near noon.  As he walked outside there were some tough men who stood in the street and looked at him.

Their leader spoke, “It’s time for you to go.”

The Man looked at their leader:  “Why is that?”

“You have crossed the line.  Men like yourself are not welcome here.”  Their leader spoke again.

“What kind of a Man am I?”  Asked the Man.

“Don’t get fresh with me!  The good people of this town saw you with the other man last night.  Such a thing is an abomination and not welcome in our town.  You must leave at once.  If you do not leave on your own, we will have to remove you by force.”  Their leader spoke bluntly and clearly.

“I understand.  Thank you for your hospitality.”  Said The Man.

The wandering man, who had entered the town and who had been with two different partners during his time, left the town.  He walked on in search of a new town.

 

-END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT, April 2017