Star Wars

I went to see Star Wars the original episode at the downtown Wilshire Theatre with my family when it first came out. I sat with everyone on my right with the closest person being my dad. During the movie I thought it was melodramatic. I laughed to tears because it was so funny. My dad thought, “this is insane.”

There is a special cohort of people who laughed during Star Wars. Some of the movies since have been for those people that thought Star Wars was funny.

Surfer-Suffer

I graduated in 1986. At that time the students were going to Hawaii because the drinking age was 18.

One particular memory from that vacation was when someone gave me a rented surf board. Surfing was exhilarating. I caught two good waves before a more experienced surfer took the surfboard away. I can just see myself as he saw me riding those waves. My hand was wagging in front of me. It was just inappropriately an expression of the joy I was feeling riding the waves on the warm waters of Waikiki Beach.

Now I probably get confused between suffering and surfing. My experience, I think now, I fully realize.

J Paul Getty

J Paul Getty’s grandson is still alive. He recalls being tortured by a Parisian gang over the indiscretion of his father’s. To this day he maintains the Getty fortune was his grandfathers and spends none of it.

As for J Paul Getty Jr.’s iniquity, that is a story belonging to my family. He collected ART. My grandfather got murdered. The Getty family feels terrible for this because according to the Parisian gang it was a hit from J Paul Getty Jr.

J Paul Getty Jr. was fed up with my grandpa molesting his daughter, my aunt. They were neighbors. Somewhere in the book of rules a father daughter relationship is tolerated.

So, I’m famous because J Paul Getty Jr. hired a hit man for my grandpa to stop the incest. I’m supposed to get my own money or be an Artist because the Getty’s for some reason won’t make restitution to my aunt for the loss of her father. Since I’m in mental health and I don’t get the money myself, I have decided to pay the bill.

I have donated money to my Aunt, and my grandpa’s sister.

My Grandpa’s name is Elwood Polsen, and the hit man is Francis Beeks.

Here it is in story format:

Grandpa Elwood Polsen, “I have to go to the hospital.”
He was shot by Francis Beeks.
J Paul Getty Jr. constructed a contract for the hit: the amount was $48,000.
He is survived by his son Mark Doolin.

Country Doctor

This post has migrated from the ARNF3tracy blog. It preceded an important presentation to Embassy Suites Hotels. This post applies to people who want to read about the séance. I’m sorry that this has happened to me. I have moved Country Doctor over to Gevluef so that it will reach the readers. So without any further preface, I present “The Country Doctor.”

Yes, well there are a number of things to go wrong in the Country. While in the city people are constantly developing the constraints of Architecture with flexibility. Just one example is where a business wishes to put up a sign. There are permits, design constraints, and safety concerns; all of which will bring a person to various different city agencies and constituency. So, without anymore discussion as to the flexibility of living in the city, let us focus on one example of a developing problem in living in the Country – that of the country doctor.

So, there was this accident. Three hours passed while the people who were in the accident suffered. One person reasoned that the emergency help would arrive to save them. Having been stood up, and in a condition of stress that only a child with leukemia would understand, the country doctor arrived at the scene. The people perished under the perfect skills of the life saving country doctor. They realized that this was the case. And, they realized that they had been caught up in a convention that only people in the city are permitted. Imagine the disappointment at the time. The disparity and the feelings that are permissible to them are without solace.

Quantum of Solace Movie with James Bond.
Another presentation of a philosophical approach to The Country Doctor

Blog-Post Hubcap

The term Real Estate carries with it so many connotations. But since there are as many hazards as there are safeties, I want to list some links as examples that are stressing out Real Estate.
Yahoo
Vaccum Cleaner
Freud
Pulling on Real Estate
Pajama-Punk Thrash Dancing

He Has A Broken Toe

The reader is interested in me in a personal way. Once a person who already knows me has visited, and they see my blog having no comments; I have to explain. I have an impairment. I stubbed my TOE on the Coffee Table. I was in Pain. Thus, the problem for my lack of comments is completely understood. I am recognizing that I have an impairment that prevents important people from direct contact.

As an individual, I am available. You can contact me. I’m not impossible to find. If your need is important don’t be discouraged. I want to get your comments. Don’t go to staff. Staff is not a service. A broken TOE is not an emergency either.

If you decide to comment indirectly. There is a mental illness from which I take a medication (I describe the medication I take in the post called Adrenaline.

https://gevluef.wordpress.com/2009/09/24/adrenaline/

It wouldn’t be appropriate to say that you are commenting via a vehicle of administration of medicine. I take responsibility for myself by taking medication. I have to mention that I am getting older; and, I’m relying on staff less and less to maintain my mental illness. The reason for this is TO BE. The staff/client boundary is for when there’s a problem with Be. I’ve gotten too old to benefit from staff contact; their resources never reach me directly either.

Below are the various issues I have addressed to remedy the comments difficulty, but the Broken toe is the main obstacle.

The Morison Door

Nestle KitKat Candybar

The Nestlé Drawing is a proposal for use with a hereditary table. I had to abstract the adjacent figures. I know that it does not look right in the table form. And, this is supposed to be a design integral of the Nestlé Corporation. The majors are involved in this issue. Nestlé KitKat bar is a solution to the drawing.

Elsie Morison would tell me that she thinks I ought not to fix the drawing, but I am compelled to place the comments here to address this disheartening feeling that my readers have had. I can satisfy the need for artistic understanding if you are able to combine the two adjacent figures into one side. Try to make the two shapes: IF IL (then type Daughter). It will turn out that this single adjacent form will satisfy the viewer’s need for understanding. That it was separated is a design step to fit a certain circumstance. Yes, the Y chromosome is that small.

In this post I just need to fulfill the artistic understanding of the viewer. I’m sorry that there is a controversy. Perhaps you could bring this to the attention of an architect to make this important patch more comfortable to us. I look at the major trends in Architecture and I can see that this drawing is important. Please, I am certain that my drawing represents Nestlé despite the trouble my readers have brought to my attention.

I would like to thank Elsie Morison for her help in maintaining during the times I am believed to be in error. She will be my most gracious friend. I do pretty well on my own though. I’m used to a certain amount of controversy. You can just see my most earliest posts. They are embarrassingly messy.

Nestlé

I got this program when I realized that thirteen is less than twelve.

I want to show the hereditary table in this drawing form for certain parents of the twenty-second pair of chromosomes. The truth is that I have trouble with my AB person, and I have to conceal the basic information of mental illness in a carefully designed Nestlé Artistic Drawing. I would like to thank the Nestlé Corporation for the use of the Table Design. There are comments about the possibility of an error (see post titled: The Morison Door).

Leif Eriksson

This Story is a Saga. It is taken from the book: Judgment of Paris

Taber, George M. Judgment of Paris. Simon and Schuster, November 21, 2006.

Explorers discovered a new region of the world. Leif Eriksson son of Erik the Red and his men landed on the new land from sailing ships. Having lived in the populated European Continent, they were wary of the discovered land. So, Leif Eriksson divided his men into two parties. One party stayed in camp while the other party went out exploring.

One day the exploring group returned one man short. Though it was a relief to the other men to have gotten rid of their bosses father-in-law, Tryker the short man; Leif Eriksson ordered a survey party to find him. No sooner than the survey party set out, the small dark complected foster father, Leif’s wife’s father, appeared among the blond and blue eyed German men. He was enthusiastically exclaiming the future will be at the warm hand of new wine, and that “wine of a new world” will bring news of their discovery. The men had no idea what Tryker was saying. Though patiently, they eventually learned that he had discovered wild wine grapes not far beyond the exploring party limit. The men had quite a time of settling Tryker down, but when he finely spoke coherently, they learned that he knew many stories of the making of wine, and that his knowledge of that time was forestalled. Tryker had communicated his love of wine and so the new continent was named Vineland.