Monday, November 18, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Spot the Whistleblowers: Follow the (Lack of) Money
http://www.youtube.com/v/n6RnM6U17x4?autohide=1&version=3&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=PX8Dvu9_zrya2ZeHWypmuQ&autohide=1&feature=share&autoplay=1
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
How to Do It
How to do it...
get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about being an online activist, you doorbell
There are many ways. And every bit helps, general conversation included. So I was minding my own business...
when it happened. And, yes, I suspected it would, but, understand I've already been through hell and I was trying to enjoy the rest of my life. The financial crash of 2008 hit and seemed to make everyone around me suddenly open their eyes, which I found semi-funny. People enjoy sleeping. I had so many problems during my whole life sleeping and staying asleep that now I was trying it out and actually having a few triumphs but was getting it interrupted now by others who were finally waking up and not liking it either. The conversations were hilarious.
So, I had already created this one youtube channel. The IT channel, for experimentation and mostly fun. But, then things got serious and I used the channel and created more channels to further serious conversation. I made lots of friends from strangers in strange lands. communicated with like minded people and caught up with old friends and tried to inform and educate close family and friends. Would you believe, it was harder to be on the same level with friends and family? It seemed those on my same mental level were thousands of miles away. Oh well.
http://www.youtube.com/user/Teezvid At the time, I also had a channel on Revver, but that got dumped because they went out of business and I was segregating my material between channels based on content, relevancy and colors and themes, so all these revver videos never made it back to the internet, because my life got disrupted and I couldn't get them back online. Besides the conversation had become much more serious now and I was following it more than trying to be part of it.
I had started my first blog in 2005, also experimental as I was watching the technology improve http://reckless-endangerment.blogspot.com/
I'm now lost in the shuffle of criminal and banking and business law attorneys with blogs with the same name. It would be hard for you to find me. But, at the time, I thought I was doing something novel and still wanted my privacy. So it was a creative writing experiment, mostly. I was learning to code, the hard way, by teaching myself at home from advice and examples from other peoples blogs. It was then I also discovered how much worth while information was out there in the blogesphere, which sadly no one around me seemed to be using. They were all still moving at a snails pace to the business as usual tune.
Instead of trying to detail every action I took, I will just list all the online material I can recall :
Youtube Channels
IT aka TEEZVID (music videos, tzm support, experimental video) has a blogger blog (see below)
Twig Snap Butt Crack, (reluctant, animated sex object, tzm support, ows support)had a long winded wordpress site and blog known as The Terrible TwigSnapButtCrack, no longer in existence, now just a blogger blog of stuff I could recover from the way back machine)
(Soundcloud channel)
(live ustream experimentation , link below)
DrQandtheGang aka The Pond or Jungle Boggie (live stream experimentation, pond creatures, animal life, tzm support)my current constant google profile as M Zero.
TZMArizona (tzm support, tvp support, recorded debates, skype interviews and promotions)
Zdancemobz, creative idea for Z Day event, (I got crazy one day with my small webcam, a webcam program called "webcammax" and recorded a bunch of promos for this idea, and had to create a new channel for it, even gave Twigsnap Buttcrack a feature there
BLOGS
TEEZ Video Travels (blog that goes with the IT channel)
Tucumcari Observer
Kingman Crazy Horse
You'vegottobekiddingme
Pajama Bandits
DanceMobz for Change
Mother Zero
Pond J. Boogie generally, I have many blogs on blogger because they are easy to post videos on and write for in a hurry and I can have as many titles as I want to spread awareness and education in many places, not just one. Being cripple does not mean that I have to be stationary or think stationary. On any day I can share as many videos as I want on all of my blogs if I want. I can link my blogs to other blogs or share them on facebook or twitter or tumbler or google, in as many ways as I like. But, so can you.
Live USTREAM
Jungle Boogie (live stream)or The Pond
Twig Snap Butt Crack Tick Talk Live
Scripts
Lucretia's Cat
The Basket Case
Soundcloud Channel
TwigSnapButtCrack Latest sounds by Twigsnapbuttcrack
There are many ways. And every bit helps, general conversation included. So I was minding my own business...
when it happened. And, yes, I suspected it would, but, understand I've already been through hell and I was trying to enjoy the rest of my life. The financial crash of 2008 hit and seemed to make everyone around me suddenly open their eyes, which I found semi-funny. People enjoy sleeping. I had so many problems during my whole life sleeping and staying asleep that now I was trying it out and actually having a few triumphs but was getting it interrupted now by others who were finally waking up and not liking it either. The conversations were hilarious.
So, I had already created this one youtube channel. The IT channel, for experimentation and mostly fun. But, then things got serious and I used the channel and created more channels to further serious conversation. I made lots of friends from strangers in strange lands. communicated with like minded people and caught up with old friends and tried to inform and educate close family and friends. Would you believe, it was harder to be on the same level with friends and family? It seemed those on my same mental level were thousands of miles away. Oh well.
http://www.youtube.com/user/Teezvid At the time, I also had a channel on Revver, but that got dumped because they went out of business and I was segregating my material between channels based on content, relevancy and colors and themes, so all these revver videos never made it back to the internet, because my life got disrupted and I couldn't get them back online. Besides the conversation had become much more serious now and I was following it more than trying to be part of it.
I had started my first blog in 2005, also experimental as I was watching the technology improve http://reckless-endangerment.blogspot.com/
I'm now lost in the shuffle of criminal and banking and business law attorneys with blogs with the same name. It would be hard for you to find me. But, at the time, I thought I was doing something novel and still wanted my privacy. So it was a creative writing experiment, mostly. I was learning to code, the hard way, by teaching myself at home from advice and examples from other peoples blogs. It was then I also discovered how much worth while information was out there in the blogesphere, which sadly no one around me seemed to be using. They were all still moving at a snails pace to the business as usual tune.
Instead of trying to detail every action I took, I will just list all the online material I can recall :
Youtube Channels
IT aka TEEZVID (music videos, tzm support, experimental video) has a blogger blog (see below)
Twig Snap Butt Crack, (reluctant, animated sex object, tzm support, ows support)had a long winded wordpress site and blog known as The Terrible TwigSnapButtCrack, no longer in existence, now just a blogger blog of stuff I could recover from the way back machine)
(Soundcloud channel)
(live ustream experimentation , link below)
DrQandtheGang aka The Pond or Jungle Boggie (live stream experimentation, pond creatures, animal life, tzm support)my current constant google profile as M Zero.
TZMArizona (tzm support, tvp support, recorded debates, skype interviews and promotions)
Zdancemobz, creative idea for Z Day event, (I got crazy one day with my small webcam, a webcam program called "webcammax" and recorded a bunch of promos for this idea, and had to create a new channel for it, even gave Twigsnap Buttcrack a feature there
BLOGS
TEEZ Video Travels (blog that goes with the IT channel)
Tucumcari Observer
Kingman Crazy Horse
You'vegottobekiddingme
Pajama Bandits
DanceMobz for Change
Mother Zero
Pond J. Boogie generally, I have many blogs on blogger because they are easy to post videos on and write for in a hurry and I can have as many titles as I want to spread awareness and education in many places, not just one. Being cripple does not mean that I have to be stationary or think stationary. On any day I can share as many videos as I want on all of my blogs if I want. I can link my blogs to other blogs or share them on facebook or twitter or tumbler or google, in as many ways as I like. But, so can you.
Live USTREAM
Jungle Boogie (live stream)or The Pond
Twig Snap Butt Crack Tick Talk Live
Scripts
Lucretia's Cat
The Basket Case
Soundcloud Channel
TwigSnapButtCrack Latest sounds by Twigsnapbuttcrack
Friday, May 10, 2013
Tool - Right in Two w/ Carl Sagan
Where do you think you're going? You really think you're going anywhere? Hmm? Do you realize how tiny you really are in this seemingly never ending universe? You think you're that special do ya?
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
A Crack in The Ice
Something is haunting me today like never before. Something my mother use to say, "I'll never have anything nice with you kids around."
Let that sink in. Deeper. It hurts. Because all that other crap is gone. I try to look past the hurtful way of this culture and for many years I think I did, but eventually it cannot be ignored. People worship things. I came from corrupted souls that put out mixed messages and now I deal with the blatant incorrectness of it all. No wonder everything is left in bits and pieces.
I am expecting some very important guests today and I am trying to make everything look nice or appear well managed and I guess I got a reminder of that horrid thing my mother use to say when my dog left a mark on my bedding and I got all flustered. As I began wiping and trying to get the stain out, I realized that I should be more concerned about my dog than that stupid piece of bedding. For I did make several moves to keep her and cherish our relationship of over seven years. The bedding can be replaced.
I'm sure my mother didn't really mean that she would rather have a well polished, old English style coffee table than her own children, but sometimes I wonder. I know she loved us, but it was a rather thoughtless thing to say and I wonder if I had said similar things to my own child. I probably did worse and I would really like to forgive myself but nature is only going to allow that on it's own terms.
If I had had a logical thinking mind at the time, I might have turned to her and said, "We are the nice things Mom, remember?"
Let that sink in. Deeper. It hurts. Because all that other crap is gone. I try to look past the hurtful way of this culture and for many years I think I did, but eventually it cannot be ignored. People worship things. I came from corrupted souls that put out mixed messages and now I deal with the blatant incorrectness of it all. No wonder everything is left in bits and pieces.
I am expecting some very important guests today and I am trying to make everything look nice or appear well managed and I guess I got a reminder of that horrid thing my mother use to say when my dog left a mark on my bedding and I got all flustered. As I began wiping and trying to get the stain out, I realized that I should be more concerned about my dog than that stupid piece of bedding. For I did make several moves to keep her and cherish our relationship of over seven years. The bedding can be replaced.
I'm sure my mother didn't really mean that she would rather have a well polished, old English style coffee table than her own children, but sometimes I wonder. I know she loved us, but it was a rather thoughtless thing to say and I wonder if I had said similar things to my own child. I probably did worse and I would really like to forgive myself but nature is only going to allow that on it's own terms.
If I had had a logical thinking mind at the time, I might have turned to her and said, "We are the nice things Mom, remember?"
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Fat American Pig
Yes. I made this. About two years ago.
I had a show, an animated character named TwigSnapButtCrack, a website (which is gone now, but replaced by several others) and I was busy, busy, busy with all sorts of creative endeavors and it was difficult to do with outdated, inadequate equipment and all by myself. I found info on the web on how to do everything I wanted to do, starting as far back as 1998. I built my own computer, I started my own in home business while constantly battling with a degenerative disease that was eating away at my spine, battling with men who couldn't stand that I didn't really need them for what they were so used to be needed for. I was in my prime.
Then all hell broke loose. The room I was renting and doing all this in was located in a house of another man who was dealing with some very serious insecurity issues. He was constantly spying on me and trying to get my attention, constantly starting loud, obnoxious projects right in line of my room, I suspect so that he could spy on me. I put up with it for as long as I could and then I discovered he was poisoning the pond in the back yard with an algaecide and my dog always drank from that pond. This concerned my greatly. He was always doing that, putting chemicals where animals and humans might be effected without caring what he was doing.
Here is the warning on the label:
Clearly, it does seem to be a threat to my dog. My dog and I were both getting strange skin irritations. When I confronted my room mate about it, he acted flippant as usual and said there was no harm. Then while I was in my room on the phone, I saw him go and dump the entire bottle in the pond as if to say, he just didn't care if I or my dog were injured by this. He knew I saw him and I believe he had a severe hatred for me because I wouldn't let him get away with the many other things he had intended to. So, after 3 years of near peaceful existence I planned to move. This was not something I enjoyed. And it would not be pleasant. As I will continue in my next post.
I had a show, an animated character named TwigSnapButtCrack, a website (which is gone now, but replaced by several others) and I was busy, busy, busy with all sorts of creative endeavors and it was difficult to do with outdated, inadequate equipment and all by myself. I found info on the web on how to do everything I wanted to do, starting as far back as 1998. I built my own computer, I started my own in home business while constantly battling with a degenerative disease that was eating away at my spine, battling with men who couldn't stand that I didn't really need them for what they were so used to be needed for. I was in my prime.
Then all hell broke loose. The room I was renting and doing all this in was located in a house of another man who was dealing with some very serious insecurity issues. He was constantly spying on me and trying to get my attention, constantly starting loud, obnoxious projects right in line of my room, I suspect so that he could spy on me. I put up with it for as long as I could and then I discovered he was poisoning the pond in the back yard with an algaecide and my dog always drank from that pond. This concerned my greatly. He was always doing that, putting chemicals where animals and humans might be effected without caring what he was doing.
Here is the warning on the label:
Clearly, it does seem to be a threat to my dog. My dog and I were both getting strange skin irritations. When I confronted my room mate about it, he acted flippant as usual and said there was no harm. Then while I was in my room on the phone, I saw him go and dump the entire bottle in the pond as if to say, he just didn't care if I or my dog were injured by this. He knew I saw him and I believe he had a severe hatred for me because I wouldn't let him get away with the many other things he had intended to. So, after 3 years of near peaceful existence I planned to move. This was not something I enjoyed. And it would not be pleasant. As I will continue in my next post.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Hauling ASS...Literally
It's nearly 5:30 pm here and it might seem that have done little all day, but that's not true. I have to stop judging myself based on the amount I am able to accomplish. Keep in mind that everyday I probably lose a little more of the strength I once had to move. Today I am lucky I was able to bath and still not completely wipe out getting out of the tub. My arms are pretty much all that I have to keep me from crashing. I still use my legs to stand but they aren't very cooperative. I have to look down at my feet to make sure they are still there. I feel my ankle pop in and out and that pisses me off.
I also realized that my tomato plant was nothing more than sucker stems and I took her outside, released her from the pot and clipped the sucker stems to put them in a glass with some sugar water. I fed the poopers as I do everyday and (this is really where most of my time is spent) Trying to keep nutrients in, toxins out.
The craziness... What craziness? It's all about survival for me. The last time I was extremely happy was the summer of 2008. Laying in the sun on the patio of Frank's backyard. Taking pictures of wild animals that passed through. I could still sorta walk then. Not anymore.
The blow dryer died. Big deal. Now that it will get warmer I won't need it. I think about taking the damn thing apart and seeing if I could use any of the parts, but I have to reserve my energies for the things that I know I can complete now. No more playful hacking. That's somewhat depressing. No more singing, painting, dancing, decorating, beach combing...Nah, non of that. Thankfully, I have a comfortable bed mattress, a computer with endless amounts of media and am able to order and receive my supplies each month.
When I had gone so far and not notified people of my realistic situation it was because I wouldn't allow the typical or traditional medical society to fuck with me anymore. I won't let anyone fuck with me anymore, it has always ended badly and made me worse or deeper in debt. I would always meet up with people who claimed they could heal me and they were always wrong, people who thought if I just had a better attitude, they were a joke, people who came into help me more or less came in to help them fucking selves. Fuck it. I have to be in control so that I can make it through another day and not get angry at the stupidity that's out there.
Did I tell you what happened in New York? I don't think I did. New York was fucked up and I am not sure I can describe those happenings with any flare. I've even lost some of my wit where written composition is concerned. Let me see. I finally arrived in New York and got booted out within a day. I knew within a few hours that I would be leaving right away. A party that had invited me decided they didn't want to hear what I had to say. I am so used to that. Too many stairs to climb that someone neglected to tell me about. All wine and no green. Fucked up. Hey, but my OWS gang was cookin'. Made me proud.
So I hightailed it back to Chicago where my son was and camped the rest of the time there. Chicago was even more fucked up, but I had to wait for proper passage rights. There were so many people freaking with the system, the dealers living out of hotels, the dying Christian right thinking incorrectly about government organizations and how they help you. But female police officer did me a favor and walked my dog when I was in a pinch, so I gotta respect that.
I knew I couldn't stay there. The limbs were wilting, the money draining. Preparations I make keep this ship sailing. I do not hold on to hope when I know better, that's what always saves me. I am responsible for me.
The craziness... What craziness? It's all about survival for me. The last time I was extremely happy was the summer of 2008. Laying in the sun on the patio of Frank's backyard. Taking pictures of wild animals that passed through. I could still sorta walk then. Not anymore.
The blow dryer died. Big deal. Now that it will get warmer I won't need it. I think about taking the damn thing apart and seeing if I could use any of the parts, but I have to reserve my energies for the things that I know I can complete now. No more playful hacking. That's somewhat depressing. No more singing, painting, dancing, decorating, beach combing...Nah, non of that. Thankfully, I have a comfortable bed mattress, a computer with endless amounts of media and am able to order and receive my supplies each month.
When I had gone so far and not notified people of my realistic situation it was because I wouldn't allow the typical or traditional medical society to fuck with me anymore. I won't let anyone fuck with me anymore, it has always ended badly and made me worse or deeper in debt. I would always meet up with people who claimed they could heal me and they were always wrong, people who thought if I just had a better attitude, they were a joke, people who came into help me more or less came in to help them fucking selves. Fuck it. I have to be in control so that I can make it through another day and not get angry at the stupidity that's out there.
Did I tell you what happened in New York? I don't think I did. New York was fucked up and I am not sure I can describe those happenings with any flare. I've even lost some of my wit where written composition is concerned. Let me see. I finally arrived in New York and got booted out within a day. I knew within a few hours that I would be leaving right away. A party that had invited me decided they didn't want to hear what I had to say. I am so used to that. Too many stairs to climb that someone neglected to tell me about. All wine and no green. Fucked up. Hey, but my OWS gang was cookin'. Made me proud.
So I hightailed it back to Chicago where my son was and camped the rest of the time there. Chicago was even more fucked up, but I had to wait for proper passage rights. There were so many people freaking with the system, the dealers living out of hotels, the dying Christian right thinking incorrectly about government organizations and how they help you. But female police officer did me a favor and walked my dog when I was in a pinch, so I gotta respect that.
I knew I couldn't stay there. The limbs were wilting, the money draining. Preparations I make keep this ship sailing. I do not hold on to hope when I know better, that's what always saves me. I am responsible for me.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
The Last Road Run (slurpee)
I am so tired and uncomfortable and dammit if I don't have a fine bed to sleep in anymore. I wish to be free of all these attachments.
Or do I?
The attachments I might want seem to be risks that hold me back. The attachments I don't want, I cannot get rid of.
My ass is like a led weight. My ankles keep popping in and out. My back feels like it has a shark's tooth sticking out of it. I can't even take a freaking shower in this hell hole. Somebody get me the fuck out of here before I scream.
New York was ice cold and I found that my friend was really my worst enemy, so I decided to leave. It wasn't that we couldn't relate, it's that we wouldn't relate. I couldn't get her out of her mess so she wasn't about to create any kind of an escape for me. We would both have to fend for ourselves and that's fine, after all. We were both injured beyond belief, but eventually would become stronger. Maybe. At least I was going to try. I don't know whatever the hell she was going to do. At that point I didn't care much. But, now I had to back track. Back to Chicago, which I was not looking so forward to.
Occupy was where I wanted to be anyway.
Without Occupy there would be no way to balance the anger and fatigue.
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