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Pac-Man? Yeah I knew him, but I haven’t seen him in years now. Do you know why we called him Pac-Man? He used to eat so many pills, packs of them each day, and one day we took the pills away, so Pac got really angry and started chasing us around the house shouting. “Give me the Pack Man! Give me the Pack man!”, so Pac-Man became his nickname.

He was a real “Mental Warrior”, each day he fought an epic battle inside his head against hallucinated ghosts, which he thought were trying to eat him. He used to run all over the house, trying to get away from his ghosts, and then all of a sudden he would reach in his pocket, and bring out what he called his “Power Pellet”, eat it, and turn around all powerful like, to chase down his ghosts for a while. Pac didn’t just do this now and then, this was his lifestyle.

Other than the pills, the guy hardly ate, just a bit of fruit, or maybe a pretzel now and then.

I haven’t seen Pac for years now, last I saw him he ran into a tunnel screaming “Ghosts!”, and then he just sort of vanished.

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Don’t Touch That Cookie

Unfortunately in life, many people who know what is right and wrong, still choose the wrong path. Their selfish actions hurt others around them, and causes unnecessary misery. Their victims, unable to avenge themselves, often take comfort in the belief that somewhere down the line, whether in this life or the next, karma will eventually pay them back.

Of course sometimes it is the blue face of Karma itself which sends them on to the next life…

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Space Invaders At Earls Farm

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Earl’s and his family have been growing corn at this location for generations now, and are used to having a difficult time with the crops. Recently however, in addition to the normal problems of drought, insects, and birds, Earl now has had to deal with the recurring problem of annual crop circles.

We have been given special permission, by Earl, to come visit this day where more crop circles are expected to be created. There is Earl now.

“Earl, thank you for having us. Guess what ? We found a code in last year’s circles, and have had them decoded. Would you like to know what they said?”

“Well, hi there, welcome.” Earl grinned, “If you found a code in the circles, I would love to know what our Alien visitors had to say.”

“Earl, the code said “Technological Midget”, and we assume they were talking about you.”

“Technological Midget?” Earl repeats, his smile fading, as he takes a short walk to find his well worn shotgun. “Well then, I think it’s about time I show these here Aliens, a bit of my “Technological Midgetsu.”

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Whistle Another Day

My grandma asked me something a couple of decades ago now that I still think about from time to time, she asked “Why don’t I ever hear people whistling anymore? Men used to walk down the road whistling a tune in the morning, now it seems nobody does it anymore. Do people still whistle?”

I never grew up in my grandma’s time, but I do remember people whistling in some of the older books I have read, as well as in movies and on TV, The Andy Griffith show pops in my head when i think about old time whistling.


Wow look at how young Ron Howard was back then.

I remember as a child I had wanted to whistle, I used to practice it when I was very young, and got fairly decent at it. Whistling though, seems to have become somewhat of a lost art. I wonder, why people had stopped whistling? Is it possible people don’t whistle in the rest of the world as well these days? I don’t remember hearing any whistling by anyone on my world travels. Well other than myself, including the occasion I will tell you about below.

As many of you know, in my early twenties, I took quite a long, nineteen consecutive month, trip around Asia. After my first stop in Hong Kong, I made my way to the old Portuguese settlement of Goa, situated on the west coast of the Indian subcontinent. Goa is a wonderful place described in the Lonely Planet as something similar to “Perfect tropical suburbia” It also boasts ridiculously beautiful beaches, occasional surfing, and a night life that often carries right through till the afternoon of the next day. Though my European readers are of course completely familiar with Goa and all its stories, for some reason North Americans, for the most part, have not discovered it.

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Goa Beach In the Afternoon

About a month into this trip, which I had taken on my own, I had already found a good bunch of male British friends to spend my time with, but I was especially happy when I found myself a couple of lovely, and fun, female British friends, one was named Trudy, and the other, Klowie.

Trudy, Klowie, and I had many adventures around Goa together. After sleeping off a night of partying, we would often jump on our motorbikes, and head off to eat our afternoon breakfast at the local German bakery, on a few occasions if we all got up early enough, we would then head off to some remote, quiet beaches, or perhaps a nice hot springs for a soak in the middle of the jungle, just the three of us. It was great, just me and two pretty ladies. Though I suspected both might have been interested me, I was growing closer, faster to the lovely, long brown haired, Trudy.

As Trudy and I continuing to get closer, Klowie had stopped spending as much time with us, after a while though Klowie would still eat breakfast with us, it was normally just Trudy and I for the rest of the day. We were still not a couple at this time, but one lovely full moon night, like something out of a romance novel, Trudy mentioned how dirty her hair was, and I suggested that I should wash it for her. OK not really a romance novel, but it was the way it happened. So off we went back to her place for some good old team scrubbing.

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Somewhere around 5 AM the two of us were still awake, and not wanting to sleep, we left her hotel for a nice long full moon lit walk down the long empty beach. We were both smiling as we held each other’s hands. After some time, the moon and stars faded, and the sky started to get light with the coming sun. As the sun was rising, the waves were breaking on the shore, a school of dolphins were spotted, birds were chirping, and then for some reason in my happiness I began to whistle a soft practiced tune.

At the sound my my whistling, Trudy stopped, looked at me, and said. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” I asked.

Trudy looked at me sternly. “Stop your whistling, I’m not going to walk around with someone whistling.”

“Why?” I said “There is nobody around.” and then proceeded to continue my tune.

Trudy turned around, and stormed away from me, off the beach, as I stood there, whistling. Once Trudy was out of sight, and I realized she was not coming back, I lost my moment of happiness, and no longer felt like whistling anymore.

Trudy and I only saw each other once after that, across a crowded room, but we did not talk.

I do not regret my continued whistling that day, though Trudy left me alone, I was free to whistle another day.

A song for Trudy:

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You come with me,
and we’ll move to the next border.
The Man is after me,
cuz I fought the world order.

They say that I am a baddie,
cause I kicked their ass,
I stopped their fund delivery,
diminished their stash.

They thought they should control us,
and that’s why we fought.
I now support their enemies,
just to piss em off.

Take the system break it down,
break it, break it, break it down.
I’m guna break it down,
break it, break it, break it down.

 

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