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No one has to like everything. Not everyone is going to liked. Not going to happen. No matter how one may try to justify the actions of any and all others walking about. But it is possible and arguably important to love each other. Love is always wise because it shuts off the hate. Hate is corrosive and kills the heart. Love let's there be hope.

First question you may have is who in the heck is Pauline? Well if you are as old as am you might know that answer with a little explanation. Pauline was Mario’s girlfriend in the 1981 arcade classic, ‘Donkey Kong’. She was a beautiful blonde who was abducted by Donkey Kong, carried up a construction site, I think that was what it was supposed to be, and held hostage until her plumber boyfriend showed up to rescue her. It must have been a horrifying experience to be first, kidnapped by a giant gorilla who’s named as a four-legged animal that has nothing to do with primates, then being stuck on top of some unsteady girders waiting for rescue by one guy. No cops, no firefighters, no military, nothing but a short Italian guy who has to avoid an endless supply of barrels being tossed at him. Which some cases can magically go against gravity and go back up the girders to try to kill the hero, AGAIN. This is after the barrels have been set on fire in some cases mind you by a can marked ‘OIL’ at the bottom. How convenient it is all like it was planned out or something, right? Here is more trauma for the poor woman, when Mario’s gets to the top finally, what happens? Donkey Kong then grabs her and climbs a convenient ladder escaping to apparently another set if girders to continue this little cat and mouse game. Yes, I am confusing my metaphors and have lost track of who is the cat and who is the mouse. This is not a stupid creature guy, we are talking super-villainy. Why did he take Pauline in the first place? We are never told as of the motivation. Ransom perhaps? Then there is a list of demands and why the authorities are not involved? What city is this in the first place? Do not get me wrong, Pauline seems to be a very lovely looking young woman. Kind of resembles Debbie Harry with the red dress and the long blonde curly hair. Some versions have Pauline with brown hair, but okay. Debbie Harry is a 1980’s rock icon most familiar to many as the lead singer of ‘Blondie’. Coincidence probably, but would be funny if that is actually Debbie Harry and she did not want the publicity of being held hostage by Donkey Kong and said her name was, ‘Pauline’. I know I am getting carried away. I do have some theories about what might happen to this emotionally scarred woman. Eventually, Mario does rescue her after fighting against more animated fire and jumping lawn chairs, whatever those things are and Donkey Kong falls to his death. No, actually he does not because in 1982, ‘Donkey Kong Junior’ happens and no sign of Polly. She is completely gone from the rest of the adventures for either Kong or Mario. In this new saga, Mario has gone evil by locking Kong in a cage holding him captive in a jungle or amusement park, I do not know. Instead of barrels, Mario tosses mechanical dogs at a small child, Donkey Kong’s son, Junior. Pauline was probably very heartbroken when Mario and his bother were never seen again. Maybe she believed that he died, faked his own death, went missing, left town, met another woman or wandered into a sewer pipe where he wound up in a magical mushroom kingdom destined to fight a guy named Bowser or King Koopa depending on which version you are playing, to free a Princess and her kingdom. The bad guy is a giant turtle/gator looking thing and he is the king of the Koopas, literally turtles by the way, and he is called Bowser. He is a tyrannical amphibian named after a dog! What is it with Mario and confusingly named monsters? Yeah, all those things actually did and do happen over and over depending how good you are at playing the ‘Super Mario Brothers’ games. Still, Mario you are a mindless jerk. You had a beautiful woman waiting at home for you and you choose a princess who keeps getting caught by a demented turtle and leads you on, no offense to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Princess Peach, you are probably very nice. But think about it all the infinite amount of Mario games, Peach keeps getting captured while Polly got caught once and never again. This woman learned that screaming for help takes forever so obviously took self-defense classes and took back her life. Not a victim is Polly, NO MORE!!! ​ So what I think happened, well here we go: She bought up the construction site turned into reasonable price housing and became a successful businesswoman. Wrote her memoirs and became a New York Times Bestseller.Got married and had a little family in the suburbs. As a way to continue therapy and overcome her past, works with Gorillas at the ZOO. Tours and was inducted in the ‘Rock and Roll’ Hall of fame with rest of the band, ‘Blondie’. Created and marketed to easy street with ‘Donkey Kong Country’ after copyrighting the big ape who was not bright enough to get himself, legal counsel. Cries every time she looks at a sewer pipe that makes her remember Mario. Has an unnatural hatred for the movie, ‘King Kong’. And what of Mario? If you are keeping up with the Super Mario games, you can see he is a bit busy. Never quite beats Bowser, or his evil lookalike, Wario, and has yet to win Princess Peach. Then again, maybe Mario staying away from home because he may be worried that a certain someone is still not over the hurt of Forty-Four odd years ago? Yeah, Mario, Pauline might be waiting for you to come back. In fact, who knows, she may know how to reach a gentleman whose initials are ‘DK’. Be afraid Plumber, be afraid and prayer that a warp zone doesn’t lead you to a place where mushrooms, fire planets, and stars can’t save you! A woman’s scorn.

The surface of the sea life home can be cut with a butcher knife. Whatever life lives beneath should never fear to get cold because nothing can crack that skin. Toasty warm all year through easy to burn off those pounds come summer. Always a cold chill near those waters steam rises but never warm as it mists.  Weird how the water may be green but the ground is mud brown never lacking in hydration. Meant for a casual slow walk of three or more days because you are not getting far running unless you want to give up your footwear and since that rock just blinked I wouldn’t recommend going barefoot. The trees, tall and fat, are not custom to being solo acts since they are all practically stepping on each other. No eyes so it is much easier to stand still instead of trying to find an exit. Even if these future tables; chairs; and canoes did see a way out, the clumsy old things would trip into each other making a lumberjack’s job easier.  The trees are a worried type with those arms stretched out to the sky grabbing onto their neighbors for reassurance or to offer a prayer. Tightly knitted together with limbs thin as a pretzel but nonetheless strong to stand up to the elements, interwoven where light is gone in the noonday sun.Pitch black except for the critters who are part light bulb. No one comes by too often or perhaps note would have been passed along on how trees are not typically purple, red whatever lies between those colors because leaves forgot to borrow green from the swamp choosing to be brown crackling all hours of a clock. Watch your step, the fungus is big enough to live in. Condo mushrooms for all six or-legged critters. The swamp did have a name but sadly the sign sunk to the bottom after being chewed and digested, no one bothered to remember what the name was much easier just to call it, ‘Swamp’. Short and sweet to the point with plenty of room to add as much or as little in regards to the description as an individual may feel fit. Folks do live around here, a fella, but it may not be a person as you may or may not categorize one. Not a talker; he doesn’t wear clothes; he couldn’t rank him as an animal but not a person. More like a couch potato. Looks like a Murray than potato so Murray is he will be called. Murray is a big, fat, warty old frog that is so lazy he barely opens his eyes for anything except if lunch is flying by. He croaks by accident as a belch than a comment. Looks behind, nope whatever is behind Murray does not matter as long as it does not eat him. Takes too much effort to turn around when you have no neck. What is behind him is in the past far too annoying to turn to see. Anyway, much of the wildlife in the swamp sees Murray as a rock a grey-white moldy green rock. Those eyes should be a hint that Murray is alive, with the breathing, since they just stare. The purple bats, Nah, they have fragile backs. It would take four of those flying rugs to lift one Murray and then how do four splits one fat frog? Size of a small hen, absolutely but no excitement at least a chicken clucks; tries to fly; shows determination but Murray just no. Someone is bound to get stuck with the legs still feel hungry no matter how many pounds each weighs. The grey tree wolves don’t like junk food and do not want to catch the boredom from Murray so they will gladly pass on that menu selection. Completely scratch that one-off, permanently. Now, where would such fine creature as Murray live? Yes, he is already in a swamp but was in a swamp. He is afraid of heights; hates mud and dirt; easily gets seasick so he limits water exposure; therefore Murray lives on a rock. A big clean boulder attached to the side of the water edge. Cool and warm at the same time; good insect picking and close but far enough from the gooey water.A bit nomadic so no furniture or possessions Murray has no patience for luggage and no cash to hire assistance. Very affordable with no landlords or neighbors until the recent blasted away the old dirt holding it into place tossing Murray's home deep into the deep never to be seen again. Worse of all the shake chased the best insects off into the other side of the swamp. That is no good.What is a moldy old frog to do? Hop? Come on Murray too good for that and does not have his motion sickness pills since he suffers from vertigo, naturally. Then again Murray is a frog with no job; no money; already mentioned no clothes and has no health care. Please refer to the Murray is a frog portion of the previous line. Stuck on land in the mud annoyed it is not even Monday and Murray is quite annoyed. What to do about mealtime could walk completely around the swamp getting muddier and wetter since the sky dared rain for four days. The swamp water surface would be easy to bounce off of; Murray has done it before, by accident. Nice and gooey like a jelly road if you are a bouncy ball, a future job for the frog, but the sinking of the rock house did cause the water to become choppy. Actual water can be seen, water cannot be walked on by anyone in these parts.  An idea is needed, Murray is getting hungry again. Can you blame him he just ate an hour ago? It was lint but Murray will try anything that does not eat him first as long as it is within reach of his tongue.Speaking of being within tongue reach, Murray noticed a fuzzy pink ball lying on the ground immediately next to him. He thought it was just a very flat bug. It happens often due to a careless shoe stepping on an unknowing pedestrian.Murray's red eyes lowered and rose to examine his find not being too impressed. He croaked no reaction from the pink ball. He hopped towards, no response at all from the goo. Murray decided it must be dead, food, or both so with a whip of his tongue he gobbled it up. A bit sticky though as it was difficult to swallow Kept getting wedged into the side of Murray’s mouth this was not at all amused his tongue was not giving it up. Careful the frog opened his mouth raising his tongue so as to shake the pink glob loose. He stared down at a piece of wrapping that perhaps belonged to the glob. Pity Murray cannot read the word on the crumpled paper. Doubt he would know what the words Super Duper Bubble Gum meant anyway. The gum was not budging no matter how hard Murray tried. This annoyance was quickly becoming a concern. What if he could never get rid of it? What if the gum stayed, forever! Would M8urray need to feed it too? Fat frogs do not like sharing their food.At  that moment a buzzing sound could be heard as a flock of tasty flies chose to return from across the swamp must be on their flight plan or taking a night stroll. Forgetting the appendage on his tongue, Murray flung his tongue like a lasso attempting to grab as many of the zooming horde ores as possible in one throw. He was considered an excellent sharpshooter in his time, at least his own opinion.   Shockingly enough he caught six of them thanks to the gum on the tip of his tongue. What a stroke of luck that the smug amphibian decided to strategically strap that glob on his hunting tongue. Pure genius is what Murray saw himself at that moment as he smiled with a chuckled forgetting that these flies were not dead yet and apparently good friends as they all began to pull forward. No worries, Murray is a frog with webbed feet he can stick to the ground if the ground was not wet itself making it very slippery to stand in one place while gravity was betraying you in favor of desperate insects who decide going straight up was the best mean to survive. One flipper was barely touching the ground.Was this even possible? After all, Murray is a very heavy fellow. Folks mistake him for one of those stone gnome statues found in yards all the time. Even if there was no such thing as a scale his ego alone must be in the triple digits capable of winning a super heavyweight weigh-in contest any day. Nature was not on Murray’s side today a low gust decided to assist lifting cargo and the pilots higher enough to drift into a low riding branch. Murray’s bull rope tongue crashed into the branch flipping him three times smacking the flies into the frog's face sticking the wad of gum, with the flies still attached, on the nose. Unfortunately even six nearsighted flies are no match for a tree. Never have buzzing insects stuck to your face quite bothersome. Murray was smacking his own face trying to quiet down his neighbors realizing quickly he was now in pain.Was it mentioned that this particular tree was very old? A stone trunk with brittle splintering branches that were already snapping under Murray's weight.Swatting about did pay off, sort of, as Murray grabbed hold of his tongue pulling off the gum and the flies from his face. Very ticklish the tongue is with the old frog laughing loudly as he tears off the goo from the tip of his sticky tongue. The glob with the flies was now on his right flipper which he was very proud of the result. Easy snack down the hatch except the flipper was stuck to the flipper. Never a  break shaking rapidly the flipper annoying the flies only made them buzz more.   Hopping about was making the branch a bit rickety as Murray finally freed his flipper of the gooey bother, flinging it as far as he could. Watching it shoot into the distance the glob continued to aim for the ground changing the flight plan to continue to fly forward slowly gaining height little direction with six pilots trying to navigate at the same time. No matter they had escaped their captor who was feeling very disappointed. How foolish it is for a frog of his age and status, as well stature, to throw away lunch like it was merely fast food, which it was.Don’t worry about Murray, he has another worry to occupy his brain. Remember that rickety branch he was hopping and thrashing about on, yeah it snapped. Never has a frog’s eyes been so wide as Murray’s was at that exact moment. Quickly swimming across the air he manages clung to the trunk of the tree to stop his fall thus remembering that the tree is splintery making him both ticklish and jabbing him in the stomach causing reflexes to push him off the tree continuing his increasing descent. Do  frogs believe in God? Not sure but right now would probably be a great example of converting to the faith especially seeing the light is likely as a figurative or literal occurrence. Eyes closed muttering a few croaks loudly realizing that the falling has stopped and Murray is alive. A huge sunflower had caught him choosing not to hold Murray too long since after all, it is just a sunflower, dropping the frog into the dry ground mud a few feet away. That was an ouch if there ever was one.No  bones were broken; the brain was as intact as before but the mud liked the company so Murray was stuck. He looked up at the sunflower as to say could you not have held on a little longer? Done a few pushups? Taken a vitamin or two so to be a little stronger not to drop me? Murray was actually pointing and yelling at the sunflower as if to threaten legal action.The sunflower gave a response by shaking some dirt, dropped on the petals from the trees, onto Murray’s head knocking him down to brood.  And so Murray was back to square one with his tongue stuck in the mud and now the sky is raining. Mud baths are all the rage these days and Murray deserves that luxury. The good part is eventually the mud will loosen up so he can slowly hop away. In the meantime, a group of wandering ants is having a good old laugh at the expense of poor Murray. They would make nice appetizers if they keep laughing so as to be powerless to run. That would be fantastic otherwise Murray will have to chase them which is absolutely not really worth it, right?

Have you ever wondered how a spoon would defend itself? A fork and a knife have it pretty easy. Both are pointy, sharp, could easily permanently harm a person or a lovely frozen dinner. Granted a knife and fork are meant to cut steak or potatoes while a spoon is a soup bowls. Buddy, no way am I downplaying how important spoons are to a great bowl soup. I would never do that.I just wonder what a poor spoon does if they got mugged?Not referring to staring mindlessly at a mug. That would be cruel especially if one is not a coffee person. Before we go any further, we need to dispel some fables. Spoons are not blind; earless or limbless. That is a foolish myth. Their ears are obviously hidden like that of a noble mallard or pigeon. Instead of feathers, those big old holes in the noggin, the part mercilessly dunked into a boiling mug of tea, spoons cover with metal or plastic. No judgment.The eyes are quite tiny. Beady possibly but invisible when closed. A shy bunch cruel light sensitivity. Why else would they lie around acting helpless? Not because they are lazy, but because glasses are expensive.Difficult to make such a small prescription. Let us not even begin to speak of contacts. Allergies are issue too. Have we never thought that perhaps some of the things that these "civil servants" are forced to scoop and serve might be harmful to them? Could you hear a spoon?Probably not since they are very soft spoken.Everyone knows that. Natural shyness causes the spoon community to be self-conscious about scrawny arms and legs. So much that said appendages can fold into the sides. Yes, that is true? Invisible. Possibly? There is proof of this occurrence. Ever wonder how we "misplace" a utensil? Yes, everything I have said applies to spoons; knives; forks and yes, sporks! Spoons lying carefree in the wrong part of the silver ware drawer. Hanging out with forks? Hmmm. Hidden in the couch cushions instead of the sink or dishwasher? Forgetfulness? I think not. While we are the matter, utensils, especially sensitive spoons, do not like hot showers. Luke warm is preferable. Individual bathing in the sink, after it is cleaned. Not into group showers in the darkness of the dishwasher. The noise is too loud and too hot. Also the knives like to sing opera as spoons like contemporary as fork prefer country. Sporks are more kin to Christian rock.  Utensils in general don’t travel alone. Usual come in a pack of either clones of one kind or variety of all the eating tools.Sometimes colorful. Festive to limit of taste. Lovely engraves tattoos, might be stickers, advertising a loving flowery design or where to get a nice cheeseburger. Spoons are very fortunate to be teamed in holiday gift sets, with a bowl, Knife and fork, they get a plate. A spoon gets a novelty bowl and maybe a tiny bag of soup or cereal. The milk rides alone. Allergic to heat. Wimp. Anyway would a spoon need to call 911? Funny how such a quiet tone could be ignored on the phone. Spoons after all. A spoon would need to be schooled in the art Morse code. Therefore, how will call for help? If managing, by the grace of God, get help on the line, what is the possibility that the dispatcher will know Morse code? Yes, it is a wasteful journey. Oh and my reasoning could be questioned as well.Spoons need to hire protection. Watch, a spoon hires a fork to a fight a knife.HA! soft talker, maybe so the Fork also knows Morse code or sign language. Again a Fork is in the utensil tribe. What currency would be used? Mutual Assured Meal Handling? Forks, Knives and Spoons might like food. Knives and Forks could share a nice stack of waffles. Spoons might prefer the fruit that is optional for such a meal. I admire how they all keep such thin figures. Carbs and sugar should put the pounds on but the job keeps all fit. Beautiful, truly.Perhaps signal flags. Hope they all know what they mean.Physical intimidation is not a bad card to play. Folks back off with a Knife or Fork hanging around the local plate. Toast doesn't want any part of a Knife. Especially when butter is around. Beef stew probably would hand over its wallet, if it had one, to stay clear of a Fork. Stabby and picky all at the same time. Quite annoying. Could a Straw be an enemy to a Spoon? After all, a Straw can handle soup and beverages. Double threat. Spoons are just formal scoopers. Can a Spoon blow an errant pea across the table? Apparently a Spoon and a Fork may actually be compatible. Where do we think sporks come from ?Probably the stork. Sporks, scoops and digs into a nice bowl of eggs. Sorry chickens.A spoon is too round to be a threat to anything. Being made of plastic is no good because you snap in half from a too strong of a hand get you tossed into the trash. No one is going to bother taping up a plastic spoon unless it is some weird keepsake, but I doubt that. A metal spoon is a good heavy sucker the bigger it is but defenseless against strong grip in a bendy mood or fire right? Permanent back trouble.Nice tapping sound on a table or glass if you are giving a speech at a wedding. Careful, or the spoon will be arrested for breaking a glass. Fatal. Mortal enemy of magnets. Too attractive. Ice cream is too cold; a Spoon will catch a cold obviously.If you flip a knife or a fork on the edge of a table, probably going to be stuck into someone or thing. A spoon? Nope. It just lands on the floor being forgotten of its gymnastic and it yelling at you in it’s very quiet voice. Shame.Just thought of something? Spoons are musical. Smack two of them together and in theory, make music. Maybe break a nut or kill a fly too.  Must be painful for a spoon to constantly receive trauma to the head. Get the aspirin and call the doc. Therapy. Deep meditative therapy. Cannot bend for yoga. Soothing music for the emotional pains of the day. Wonder what does go on in a Spoon's brain. Tons of silent films is my guess. Cannot go wrong with the classics.

It must be rather difficult to be a pencil. Spending much of one’s life upside down or at least at a slant with all the blood rushing to the brain. The pointy end must be the head therefore must have a brain, right? I do believe that is logical since if a pencil has no brains then who decides their actions? I know what you are going to say, no I do not think that it is all the decision making by the pencil user aka a person! That is too silly since I can state for a fact that at times I have no idea what I am going to draw or write until the pencil starts to move allowing me to tag along for the ride. Very humble pencils are to allow people to take one hundred percent of the credit all the time. That is a true charity acted upon strangers to make God very proud.I just realized that if the pointy end is the head then the eraser is the…butt? We are literally wiping mistakes off a piece of paper with a butt. EEEWWW. I am kind of feeling bad for the pencil community. They are limbless; bare naked, color and decorations are not clothes and they have no eyes or mouths. Not helpless though. Never consider a pencil helpless because how many times have any of us been jabbed by a pencil by merely picking them up? Not coincidence what so ever. Fast rollers too across a nice smooth floor. They know the difference. Not stupid to roll onto a rug, they get stuck; stepped on and broken.Only good thing about being stepped on is now you got two pencils. How else do they replicate but by asexual division? Might have two smaller pencils but sharpen up the second one with an artificial eraser on the other end boom got a spare. Or if you want to be a double threat living on the edge sharpen both ends no eraser. Lethal weapon less trips to the sharpener. Does it hurt when the point gets broken? Cannot imagine that they enjoy being flung into ceiling tiles. That is going to hurt especially if anyone of them has vertigo or motion sickness. Inhuman to treat an inhuman so inhumanly like that. Pencils need an organization to fight for their rights. Pencil Legal Action Team Against Discrimination and Abuse or Ridicule (PLACADAR). Sounds like an awesome monster flick.A pencil probably could get some decent money from the courts just on teeth marks; pencil snapping and point breaking alone. Those things happen daily.  Pencil breaking is basically crippling for life if argued the right way. Teeth marks or point breaking is emotional/mental trauma and or disfigurement. Yeah, freaky how I am rationally speaking of these matter isn’t? Do pencils have sinuses? Are we technically continuously busting their noses? And what about those little triangle things teachers put on pencils to correct writing posture? Does a pencil find those humiliating or a bad Christmas sweater novelty fun to wear at parties? I would imagine pencils are quite lucky in not being able to see cannot be afraid of the dark. Never heard one scream but no mouths so I guess another positive, cannot bother a neighbor. Back to my original thought that pencils are aware since sometimes I do find myself writing strange lists of what seems to be nonsense. Maybe they are complaints.Perhaps a pencil can sense its surroundings by vibrations like a snake. Have heard of no revolutions, yet, so I am guessing that the pencil community are a race of peace loving pacifists who wants to serve others to fulfill a deep rooted sense of purpose for the greater good. Or maybe they are all inanimate which I totally dismiss because that is boring. I do not like boring. I will go thinking that pencil live quiet lives in boxes; cases; drawers; back bags with white out; scissors; markers and pens being the enemy of blank paper and notebooks until the end of time as we know it.

Why do we call it ‘THE SUPER BOWL’? I know it is the big championship game with colorful half time shows from classic music acts; overly expensive special effects; overly expensive sometime good other time bad ads but really, this is worthy of ‘SUPER BOWL’. Super means beyond ordinary. Honestly I just watch it for the ads. Nice to see creativity in the ad campaigns in resurrecting old icons with a sprinkle of pop culture in there forgetting what was being sold. Sometimes we even see a trailer for a potentially awesome movie that will be released when outside calls itself summer. What a tease but works to get us geeks excited. Cannot even tell you the last time I noticed who actually won ‘THE SUPER BOWL’ and why on Earth is that term copy righted. I mean it a lot of businesses call it ‘The Big Game’ Sounds like a generic toy you buy at the dollar store not attractive. Got to make cash I guess. We need to amp up this side show by a lot. It is not super enough. So little action and way way too much talking. We have eyes, it is a visual sport we do not need to be told what we are looking at. Shut up and watch be amused. Speaking of being amused I have a few ideas on how we can make this a ‘SUPER BOWL’.The stadium needs to be shaped like a real. It is false advertising calling it a bowl when nothing is round or oval. The teams should be in mech suits armed to the teeth. Forget the run of the mill players. This is for all the marbles people. The players should be beyond special. Super intelligent kangaroos; cyborgs; flying dolphins; perhaps sentient trees? Last man standing Iron man battle. Four-hour time limit with points awarded for eliminations and goals. Whoever after the time limit expires has anyone or the most left wins. Time travel should be an option. For the amount that seats cost, rumored $4, 000 to $9, 000, we should be able to have historical locations for the game. In fact, open commentary and performer option to historical acts; Laurel and Hardy; The Beatles; William Shakespeare or even Harry Houdini. Not everyone has to sing you know. This special affair should not only be available to the dead we should look to the past for prime competition. Open it to free agents, alive or dead, pluck them from the grave for experience or out of time for peak performance.  Flight or a motor cycle should be an option to get from side to side of the field. Could be a power up bonus pack. Dropping the spheres from the zeppelin releasing their pay load on impact. No bombs, again non-lethal explosives and fireworks will be built into the field. The football should be alive with both teams needing to use mental thought to gain control of it. The field should be a battle field full of traps; explosives and turf that will fight back. The end zones should be defended by robots with built armaments. The coaches should operate them by remote so not to endanger lives since it may be possible to destroy the giant robots. They must be giants. Have a zeppelin fly across dropping power up for the players.Invincible power; fire or ice power who be random but thrilling. T o make the game more interesting, put a pit in the middle of the field with a couple sea monsters that can torment the players. Non-lethal sea monsters of course I mean this still broadcast TV we have to be general audience. Bonus point for subduing the monsters who are self-regenerating of course. Half time show should be classic music acts that are actually dead. Yes, to be called ‘SUPER BOWL’ we need to resurrect the legends to perform at this event. The acts do not get bad anyway so it is a win win. Dead people don’t ask for anything in return probably be grateful to stretch the old limbs a bit.I know what you are saying this is way too expensive to do for one show. Marketing and advertising people. Slap ads on the sea monsters; the zeppelin; the robots; and have the dead and time anomalies do some product placements. Yes, this could cause some time paradoxes that could eradicate time and civilization as we know it but we need to pay to keep the lights on. We need to put side the potential offense to God with reanimating corpses but again we will rock YouTube; Facebook; twitter; the bootleg market and DVD sales. Huge people this will be huge.You  know many more beverages; snacks; cars and pyramid schemes you could sell with this? Let’s us go farther have the products be fed into your mind via Virtual Reality chips in the actual chips. The can coke or plate carrying your pizza can conduct a survey as you are enjoying said product pumping coupons into your brain. That is marketing done the crazy way. You are welcome, HA.

Rugs are invertebrates. They have to be if you want to contemplate the possibility. Why I am not sure then again I am contemplating it but I am also that type a person. Anyway rugs are very flexible. Easy to roll up no bones to break or pain to inflict since I am not aware of any pain receptors. Maybe it is painful to be chucked about as a rug? No mouths but still I guess that would hurt. Perhaps they built up a pain tolerance after all stepping on their backs that people do daily. We are not a light footed people. Maybe ballerinas are but work shoes hurt. Granted rugs serve few purposes: look like; keep dirt to a limit and welcome folks in. Are we stepping on the backs or the fronts of this race of silent invertebrates? I hope it is their back sort of like a turtle otherwise stomach pushes are brutal. Very hard to eat when you are all sore in the stomach. And to answer the next question, yes it is apparent that rugs eat dust and dirt. Have you very cleaned a rug?They are full of dust which obviously their food crumbs and underneath them there is always a clump of dust. Sure sign of food hoarders. If they lay about all day does that mean they are relatives of the sloth? Sloths moves eventually rugs do not on their own so perhaps they worse than sloths. Rugs are so lazy they do not even clean themselves. What a strange class structure too; bathroom; outside; office; living room; kitchen just to name a few. Have you seen a shaggy rug? Go get a haircut. Body art still rage among this community with words like WELCOME along with a house or birds stitched next to it. That will not wash off no matter how many rain storms you leave it in.They will fight do not doubt that truth. Stack a bunch of rolled up rugs in a corner and just wait until they all roll down at you. Yeah you may think that it is gravity or a freak movement. Watch as those pesky things are perfectly still until you walk by. No one will arrest a rug? No one will even consider a rug as a culprit until now. There is a reason why criminals use rugs to get rid of evidence or hides stolen goods. The rugs are their PARTNERS! Using their non-human status to escape prosecution hide out in a resale shop until the heat dies down and gets sold for a cheap dime returning to the streets to commit more crimes. Are they employed? Do we pay them no. I think we have answered the dust eating issue not mention the laziness? No motivation what so ever except when the chance for cheap thrills and easy money. We need stricter rug programs to prevent such criminal behavior. Provide job training as display models in a show rooms. After school programs like laying on the floors of nursing homes for the elderly.We do not want today's rugs in dumpsters in a alley being used as a toilet or chew toy but a stray cat or dog. Can these rugs breath; see; smell; talk; or feel? We may never know. Science is still far from those answers. With a simple cleaning and stitching they are practically immortal so we must treat with kindness or one day we may be facing a rug uprising. We cannot survive such a war. Dry cleaners would be happy making hard cash on washing all the blood out of those rugs. But who would pay that price, who?

Those familiar with the original 1981, ‘Donkey Kong’? Who remembers, ‘Super Mario Brothers’, 1985? No, duh, of course, we all remember these classics. They are still awesome even in the year 2025. Imagine for a moment, if you will, the iconic construction site all slanted in bright red, but instead of Donkey Kong climbing up that ladder with Pauline, it’s King Koopa is climbing up that ladder with Princess Peach? Down at the bottom of left side of the screen, instead of an oil can, which sets barrels on fire, we have a recognizable pipe with Goombas coming out. Yeah, those mushroom looking critters following Mario, who is still here of course, as he is trying to climb up the ladders to reach King Koopa. Mario would be stuck going forward if he was being chased while Koopa is still tossing barrels at him. Here is the catch, each barrel has a Koopa Troopa inside and they break out while rolling down the lane. Suddenly this game is a lot harder. No hammers to break those suckers, counterproductive, but a mushroom to turn you super and closer to the top have a firepower flower. How awesome would that be to stomp those turtles and shoot with firepower and avoid a storm of dropping barrels? Too easy, but I would love to see Mario be able to shoot at Koopa but then ‘Game Over’. Really make this Super Marioish and throw in those psychedelic stars bouncing through, speed up the music and race through to the top. The other levels vary in style and difficulty, but keep the level styles from Donkey Kong but keep adding the Koopas, the goombas coming up out of pipes, replacing other projectiles with some Hammer Brothers, Shy Guys, and Boos! Tell me this isn’t getting you a bit excited. Why has this not been made? Come on! Nintendo keeps remaking ‘Super Mario’ and ‘Donkey Kong’ instead of letting two games just get married and have babies. This is a enlighten age, sort of, and we would accept this relationship. Congratulations, Mario and DK, it’s a ‘KOOPA KONG’ !!

16 years ago, my parents had a power outage and asked if I could pick up breakfast for them. I said no problem and my then 3 year old daughter, Katy, and I got burger king for us and my parents. I know super duper healthy. Anyway, my dad tried to pay me for the food and I refused. I am as stubborn as he could be. They are my parents, I would never charge them. They raised me and I could never pay them back for everything they did for me growing up. The least I can do is buy them food. Everyone needs to eat. So what does my dad do? 'Psst, Kathy', he called my daughter, Kathy. Its his name for her. Katy walks over to him and he says, ' you got pockets, right?" She was wearing overalls with a nice Tee shirt and sandals. Well, of course. Dad folded a twenty dollar bill and placing it in her top pocket and high five her. Katy smiled and ran up to me showing me what grandpa gave her. I told my dad that he owed me nothing. His reply, ' I am not repaying you, I'm giving Kathy a gift and told her to let her mama help her spend it'. Dad knew my wife, Kelly, is awesome in knowing what Katy wants and needs. And it is a known secret that I cannot match clothes but Kelly can. I asked what a 3 year old needs with twenty dollars and dad replied, ' she has vast intelligence, she will use it quite wisely.' Can't argue with that logic. What was this all about? It was balancing the book for dad. Never take too much from others. Always make sure you left more then you took.

(Additional commentary from Josie Hook) As most of you are aware; I am a HUGE 'Doctor Who' fan. I keep it very secretive. I have been watching the series since I was six years old. I am Forty Nine years old now so you do the math. (JH: Forty one for anyone that's not in the mood to do math at the moment) Am I a fanatic? According to my wife, the answer is a big heavy YES! My daughter, who also likes the series, thanks to me, would also say YES to my fanaticism. I would call myself a passionate enthusiastic follower of the genre. I am admitting that I wanted to name our daughter after one of the many female companions of the show. My wife, rightfully, said no since most of the names make no human sense. Anyway, I also know the names of all sixteen actors to play the title character and the alternate media versions. At least the interesting one. For the record I am not counting David Tennant twice. He played Ten and will also be Fourteen but gets counted once in my canon. I know the names of all Television episodes, how many different variations of the themes, first and last lines, first and last episodes of each Doctor , reason for regeneration. Yes, let us remember, that The Doctor can die but for a Time Lord, death does not mean the end necessarily. If the second heart, Time Lords have two, does not stop then they can regenerate. Technically a rebirth but same person with a new appearance. And yes, I have a cardboard cut out the TARDIS, The Doctor's Police Box Time Machine, life size model for that matter. (JH: I believe it's behind the armoire we call Narnia) The fist story I had ever seen, was called “The Armageddon Factor”, made in 1979 by the BBC. PBS channels broadcasted BBC shows and Doctor Who was seen in the Chicago Illinois area on PBS channel 11 (WTTW). It starred Tom Baker, the Fourth Doctor, and right away I loved the show. It could be about anything and that made it wonderful. I got into 'Doctor Who' because my brother would watch the series on Sunday Nights at 11pm, when there was no school next day or it was summertime, and talked about how who cool the show was. I gained the interest of five people and my brother stopped caring about it because he thought it was a bit campy. Yeah it was and that was part of the coolness of the show. (JH: My uncle thought he was too mature for it after a point) ​ Tom Baker’s Doctor was the definition of eccentricity. Tall, lanky, mop of curly brown hair beat up old clothes and a long overcoat with a twelve foot long scarf wrapped around his neck. (JH: The scarf was originally supposed to be two) The toothy smile made so many question what he was thinking. He always came out on top because he was always a mile ahead of his opposition. Never did he seem afraid or beatable. He disarm others with foolish comments or a bag of jelly babies while quickly defeating them without realizing he had beaten them. I loved him in the role and still consider him the true embodiment with all the right characteristics alive. ​ Moral, fun, charming, intelligent and unpredictable, were the many reasons why Tom Baker would go on to be the longest serving Doctor on Television. 1974 to 1981, seven years, which saw the series go through three producers during that time and many genre changes. First three years saw the show go through the horror/Gothic themes that pushed the boundaries of what a Children Show is meant to be. Yes, 'Doctor Who' was considered a Children’s Show. There was humor but focused more on suspense, invoking fear and plenty of violence. People died on screen and sometime pretty extreme ways.This was the work of Philip Hinchcliffe, who decided to give Children reason to hide behind the sofas! Deemed to be too adult, Hinchcliffe was taken off ‘Doctor Who’ after three seasons being replaced by Graham Williams. Williams brought a lot more humor and made the series about fantasy. Hinchcliffe did homages to Frankenstein, The Mummy, Day of the Triffids, King Kong, while Williams dealt with fairy type kingdoms; a planet eating planet and a quest for A Key to Time. And did I mention, a robotic dog, named K-9. ​ By Tom Baker’s seventh, and final, season on the show, John Nathan-Turner would assume the position of Producer. Graham Williams left after three seasons. Most of the Actors who played The Doctor would usually stay with the show for about three seasons. Many have said that the show is fun but difficult project to manage. ​ Nathan-Turner tried to make the series less Tom Baker and more the concept of ‘The Doctor’. Not Gothic but not fantasy humor. The show was now traditional SCI-FI. More time travel with explanations of how it happens with science not so much ‘magic’. Tom Baker was burned out and wanted to move on, and we saw many changes. ​ ​Production value improved. The opening/closing credits were different as was the music. These changes would work well the following season, with Peter Davison, The Fifth Doctor, but did not work too well with Tom Baker. I believe that is because the changes were too extreme. Even the costume for Baker, adding question marks on the collar and the entire ensemble was now red/plumb. (JH: The changes also didn't really fit with the Baker doctor while they did with the Davison doctor) ​ The Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver was also downplayed in this season. The Doctor was known for pulling objects out of his pockets but the Sonic Screwdriver was the ultimate tool, did pretty much anything that the script called for. The fourth Doctor started out the season, season eighteen, with Time Lady Romana, and K-9. Both would be written out throughout the season. ​ Definitely a youth movement was coming. The replacements were a flight attendant, named Tegan, a mathematician/thief from E-Space, named Adric, and a biochemist from a dead planet, named Nyssa. This was all to improve the show and the season was…okay. The stories were good but not AWESOME good. In my opinion, the best two stories came at the end of the season, 'The Keeper of ‘Traken’ and ‘Logopolis’. ‘Traken’ reintroduced ‘The Master’ and set up the season finale. Logopolis’, written by script editor, Christopher Bidmead, speaks of entropy. (JH: Also, the only story that Adric was likable in was "Full Circle") Everything falls apart as quickly as it is put together. The Doctor seeks to repair, at last, the chameleon circuit. The TARDIS, in theory, can blend into its surrounding if they are not old and broken down. ​ 'Logopilis' was eerie. Had a feeling that things were not going to go well this time. Urgency and goodbye in the mood. The Doctor and Adric head to Logopolis with Tegan, accidentally wandering into the TARDIS while they are on Earth measuring an actual Blue Police Box. Tegan was not revealed to Adric and The Doctor until after they left Earth. Her car broke down and she entered The TARDIS believing it to be an actual phone booth so call for help. Tegan was portrayed as very feisty but at time not very intelligent. She does not want to be invloved in all this mess. She wants to go home and to her job as a flight attendant. Nyssa was quite intelligent, sweet and a bit naive. She is a marvel at tools with a sense of wander and undertanding of the mysterious. A woinderful mood of optimism. She wants to learn. Adric, was not very well liked because he was a bit overly intelligent, untrustworthy and annoying. (JH: Back to my previous point, he was only likeable in "Full Circle") Logopolis is inhabited by a race that can create structure through mathematics. This is only capable with exact measurements.The Doctor figures out that The Master has been on board to get to Logoplis as well. During all of this, The Doctor is haunted by a silent white figure, known later as the ‘Watcher’. We see a much more somber Doctor, who is concerned about this ‘Watcher’. This ghost appears at will and from what we gather is aware of the future. (JH: Whom we haven't seen since) He must warn the Doctor of what may be. On Logopolis, The Master gains controls and stops the work on the planet. The inhabitants of Logopolis were continuously working on equations allowing the universe to remain in existence. Without that ‘Block Transfer Computataion’, the universe begins to fall apart. Nyssa, from Traken, joins The Doctor permanently. The Watcher rescued her from Traken before it entropy consumed it. The Master killed her father, Tremas, and assumed his form to survive. The Master was very busy in this story. He turned his TARDIS to look like The Doctor's type 40 Blue Police Box, arriving on Earth first. Materializing his over a real Police Box in the early 80's. The Master had read The Doctor's mind to know where he was going. Time Lord's can do that of course. Now of course in 'The Keeper of Traken', our heroes thought that The Master was dead. He wasn't and The Doctor, of course, not surprised by this revelation. While on Earth, The Master killed a cop and killed Tegan's Aunt, laughing in shadows while he does it, by shrinking them with his 'Tissue Compression Device'. We do not see The Master until part 2. but we knew he was there. Cool but a bit predictable. (JH: It's Doctor Who, what else did you expect?) ​The Master creates a time bubble in The Doctor's TARDIS, forcing them to be count in a loop. Continuously trapped inside the console room with diminishing lighting and sound. This was to symbolizing time being halted. Of course The Doctor frees The TARDIS but fails to flush The Master and his TARDIS with actual flooding. The Master tried shrinking The Doctor inside the TARDIS to crush him and fails. Even using mind control on Nyssa does not work. It is a bit cartoonish but again, fun! After all the traps and mysteries, The Doctor is forced to join with The Master to keep the universe from dying. They need a transmitter to keep the portals open to allow the universe not to collapse. The end comes when both are on top of the PHAROS radio tower located on Earth, The Doctor hanging from a cable desperately trying to stop The Master from blackmailing the universe. The Doctor succeeds but falls as The Master gets away. Now people have criticized the finale because of how it looks. The Doctor is shown lying on his back on the ground, conscious and no blood nor apparent broken bones. True fanatics of the show will tell you that The Doctor should have been visibly injured from falling so high up landing face down. This error would be explained in 2010. In 'End of Time', The Tenth Doctor explains that his body is rebooting to prepare for regeneration. In reality, Doctor Who was a children's show. There was no may to end the run of a extremely popular Doctor by showing him coughing up blood! Also, probably no budget or time. ​'It's the end, but the moment has been prepared for.' One of the best final lines in any show. With a smile and beckoning motion, it is revealed that 'The Watcher' is The Doctor. This ghost is from possibly the future but I believe that it is actually The Doctor's spirit, maybe his true form. A warning of what was to come. This answers the question as to why The Doctor is so somber and soul searching. Though he wants to avoid this future, The Doctor ultimately accepts his fate. Trusting uncertainty is the only way to save what he loves, The Universe. The Watcher merges with the dying Doctor to regenerate into a younger Fifth Doctor. Adrian Gibbs played The Watcher was not credited for a long time while Fifth Doctor, Peter Davison, was promoted to the high heavens. Nathan-Turner was great with building hype for the show. I personally love this regeneration story because there was a sense of mystery with obstacles constantly piling onto The Doctor. Yes, we know he would survive. It is called 'Doctor Who' after all, but the journey is fun. By surviving, The Doctor beats The Master. Destroying The Master's message to blackmail the universe, The Doctor wins. His companions are all orphans now in a way. All they have is The Doctor. This is a really good turning point. The series continued picking up where it left off without missing a beat. Many thought that The Doctor failed but he did not. He saved the universe and sacrificed himself in the process. One of the most serious episodes. The BBC was not sure that the show could survive with a new Doctor. Night and day of how different Baker and Davison were from each other. Davison was thirty; medium build and portrayed the character as fallible. Lack of confidence piled into a cricket outfit and a stick of celery on the coat's lapel. And question marks on the collar, again. Supposedly they would of ended the series on a cliffhanger. If so, the show would never have seen Twenty, Thirty, Forty or Fifty years. We are on sixty two and the future continues.

I was thinking today, yeah I know big surprise. Back in November 2001, my Grandmother took a bad fall before Thanksgiving. I took care of her from 2000 to 2001 and it was very hard to admit that she needed a a nursing home at that point. I felt defeated. My then fiancee, Kelly, told me I did my best for my grandma and that helped a lot for my confidence. The day before thanksgiving, we were at the hospital and I was sitting with my dad in the waiting room while mom and Kelly were with grandma. We did not know if she would be OK so I chose to stay home instead of going to my sisters for the holidays. I would have had to travel from Palatine, Illinois, to Mount Vernon, Illinois, hours away. I did not want to be that far way in case, my Grandmother had passed. Many had said I helped give her a good year. Kept her company and helped to take care her. At this moment it did not matter to me, I felt like a failure. While sitting there, dad said a very kind thing out of nowhere. 'I would never of asked you stay, but I am glad you stayed.' That still means a lot to me now. Grandma would survive and would recover. We would loose her in 2006, after she was able to meet my daughter, her first Great Grand Daughter. Sadly, Dad is gone too. We lost him in 2018 but his memories live inside my head. That makes living without him a little easier. He lives on.

I do not listen much to critics. Especially movies or music. They aren't a authority on the topic they review. They are offering an opinion. Probably paid a lot for said opinion. Might encourage to highlight certain products that they may might be affiliated or paid to? I rather listen to many different views on toys and comics from people who actually pay for them. Makes more sense to hear from the consumer, not actor or paid celebrity endorser, looking at you professional critics, because the consumer has cash. Has need. And most of all will likely buy more if they like it. The customer is the one who will make or break that film; album; show or product. The media in question fails then the advertising funding said project will fail too. Possibly. Critics tend not to pay for said items because work expenses of a sort. After all, criticizing something brings more attention. More chatter. Getting people angry to react. To complain. To be in the minds of potential buyers. Better to criticize then to out right like something, right? Unless, for some not all, a topic is popular to love or to hate. Advertising is important. Getting people on board is important but keep an eye on who is saying what. And always remember, it is a personal subjective, self motivated opinion that is not at all gospel. For the record, I like films that critic don't for the most part. Ha!