It's been a while

It's been a while since I've updated this blog. I can say I got distracted, but honest lack of interest has caused it to become a labor.

I considered coming back several times, only to reconsider.

Well, I'm back. Thought I'd just post some random thoughts.

Life is rough for some, easy for others. Slow for most, fast and exciting for others. It can be good at times, and very bad at others. There are only so many slots for happiness. I am not really into being happy all the time. I am not a sad, drool person all of the time, but I do not feel the need to be overly happy. Is that a bad thing?

In Shape

In the rush to become more healthy. Some of us forget what is important-

There are those of us who view our bodies as a temple. Others view it as well, a garbage dump. How you view your body and treat it is very important. I of course think I am the hottest shit on the block. On the other hand, years of abuse (sex drugs and rock and roll, baby) have taken their toll. In one recent visual poll of Dno's students, an average age of 150 years was decreed. This added to a train pass which clearly states that Dno is 45 years old (a bit off reality) is upsetting.

To all of those out there who are suffering abuse but are to pompous and deluded to care about it...I am one of you.

Sincerely,
The Dno

Lumpy Nippleskin, a love story

*Warning, this here is some messed up shit!!!

A long long time ago, there was a boy named lumpy. Oh, how Lumpy loved to play and dance and sing and be gay (happy you sods). Lumpy was smart too. Yes, he was quite the clever one.

One day, Lumpy strolled through some woods and happened upon a group of Oopsicles. They were all crying and couldn't be calmed by his gentle voice. So, clever Lumpy decided to sing them a very gay song. Slowly, they all began to turn gay themselves. The joy could be felt all around the wooded areas and even the woodland creatures began to show signs of their gayity. Soon, the group pf Oopsicles were sll calm and ready to tell Lumpy their sorrows.

Apparently, the Evil Poopsicle clan had taken young princess Oopsicle into their underground Evil Poopsicle fortress mini-van. There they were to violate her very young and virgin Oopsicle lips and every other sweet Oopsicle orifice with their very hard and quite evil Evil Poopsicle sticks. This happened last Tuesday and the worlds of grief were spit forward by Oopsicle Grand Masters Pepe and Carlos.

"I will save the princess," said Lumpy all gay. I will save her and have right back here today.

Lumpy Nippleskin took off in a haze of gay light like a rather quite charming yet horseless gay knight. He ran up and down hills, and swam over a lake, then he jumped over a mountain...of ants on parade. It didn't take long, just a moment or two before he picked up the scent of Evil Poopsicle poo. He rushed in head with a whio in his hand to the passage leading to the underground Evil Poopsicle fortress mini-van.

He found the van a rocking with Evil Poopsicle men abound, and with a thud he was hit and his face struck the ground. He awoke with a blinding pain in his ass and a the sounds of Evil Poopsicles just having a blast. He was tied with his whip and been gagged in his mouth and also been forced into an anal up crouch. He thought and he thought of just what he should do then he realized the gag was a gag made of Evil Poopsicle poo. He bit it and swallowed and bit down again as he turned into an Evil Poopsicle man. He slipped out of his bonds and searched for a sword, then he dispatched countless Evil Poopsicles with discord. As he cleaved and he hacked, he slashed and he wacked every Evil Poopsicle Clan Man in the pack.

When all was done and all settled Lumpy spit out the shit, and he rubbed his sore ass as he heard a, "psst...psst." It was the Oopsicle Princess all covered in poo and she wimpered seductively, "Hey, I haven't had you." Lumpy's Evil Poopsicle stick reacted and what a delight, but Lumpy was still Lumpy and could not bear the sight. He huffed and he puffed and and they mingled all night.

In the morning, poor Lumpy was tired as hell and reverted back into his old body as well. The princess, she noticed and a sweet song she sung, titled, "By the Gods you are hung!!!" He quicly covered himself and pulled up his trousers, the last thing poor Lumpy wanted to do was arouse her. He explained had come to her rescue and said that, "the other Oopsicles solemly miss you!" Yet she ripped off his pants and they started to dance, as they smoked smelly poo weed and watched green lava lamps. It took a few days and gay songs to boot for the princess to let Lumpy put back on his suit.

He returned her right back to her Oopsicle lair, and she gave him a medal saying "Switch Hitting Player." They hugged and they kissed and they danced two days more, then Lumpy popped the question and the princess was floored. Yet, she spoke; "Now listen you stunning hero and lover. I could never marry to you nor another. Don't you see? Your daddy, Floyd Nippleskin...is my Brother."


The End

Benoit, how I handle it

It has been a few days since Chris Benoit, his wife, and his seven year old son were found dead in their home. I hang my head in shock and shake it slowly in remorse. I want to say that I have the answers to this one, I don't. I love wrestling, and the death of wrestlers always affects me. Whether they perform as heals or baby faces (bad or good), they are all heroes to me. It doesn't matter what happens to them between the last I see them perform and their last moments on earth, I see only what I need to see...because they are my heroes. It is great to hear if a wrestler is doing well after they leave the business. It is saddening to hear when a wrestler has fallen to lows that even a poorly writen wrestling storyline wouldn't think of touching. Unfortunately with Benoit, he is one of the later. That said, this is not a "Say it ain't so!" moment. This is a "he was a good man...up until last weekend" moment.

What Mr. Benoit did is bad, very bad. It is an evil thing made worse by the fact that he placed bibles around the dead, including himself. It seems as if he tried to purify, to make everything right, to open the gates of heaven to his family. I still respect him for what he did to entertain in one of the hardest industries to successfully perform in. I do not understand why he did what he did, but I chose to not remember him by what he did in the last two days in his life. I do take in what he did. I realise that it is not something someone who is "right" would do. I am not saying that he was nuts. I am not saying he wasn't. This is just not normal. One can only say that no matter what, he was ill.

The WWE caught some flack for their initial response to the tragedy; the three hour Benoit tribute. WWE did right by doing a tribute. I am glad they did it when they did. I am afraid that there will be little or no chance to reflect on the man and his family without mention of the killings and suicide. For Mr. McMahon to come out of character and blow a storyline out of character, that showed how much of a man he really is. I have unlimited respect for him and his organization.

Knowing the who, the what, the when (aproximately), the where, the how, but not the the big bad why (other than the obvious fact that he was not in the right mind). I do know that another tower has fallen. I bow my head for Chris Benoit, his family and friends, and the fans who respect the business and the people who make it great. I chose to remember him for what he did for most of his life, not the last day or so of it.

Sony vs GOD

Well it has been a while, but I decided to dedicate some time to this. I am feeling like being a dick. (Note that this arguement is one-sided. Bitch slap me later if you diagree with my opinions.)

Sony has put images of an English Cathedral in the game "Resistance: Fall of Man" for the PS3. The church has taken offense at the image of Manchester cathedral being used. Well, it is a likeness and not a picture.

Let us visit Sony's defense. It says that the game is not based on reality, the cathedral in the game is contrived by artists and not made by digital reproductions, and the game is for entertainment...thus the game part, I guess.

Don's comments; "Sony is little too nice." The church is not based on reality, it is based on something called FAITH. There is also a saying that you should choose your battles wisely. The fact that the church has an image of not being "up to date" with the rest of the world on several issues has erroded it's power. The fact that there was a little sex scandle involving little kids that blew up in the church's face doesn't help much. Sony could have made a crude but reasonable remark that it never made nor funded a game depicting a young choir boy running to escape various member of the clergy (now that game would have been sacrilegious...but funny as hell...so to say).

The church says that the images of people bringing guns into the church hit a little close to home (Manchester seems to have a gun problem). The church also invites many young people to visit the church each year (most likely to see the beauty and so on of the church), and they feel that having the image of the church in the game has ruined their efforts to show these kids that church is not a place for shootouts. Also, the church is not too happy that the makers of the game did not ask for permission to put the church in the game.

Don's comments: Well, the gun problem is the city's and not the church's (unless it is...). The church could ask its members to not buy the game and boycott Sony. The church could stop acting like an angry child and become leaders in the community by preaching that guns and violence are not good for society (Note; this is for the gun problem in Manchester and the violent games). The church should find better ways to attract young people to the religion. Perhaps...a singing competition game where a young chior boy tries to...impress members of the clergy. They could put messages and biblical learnings in it as well as use it as a way to teach young members religious songs...without parents worrying about their kids getting buggered.

I am sure this will offend, but I am not totally awake yet. I post this not to piss people off. I post this because I haven't posted anything lately and this seemed like a good chance to b me.

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Rocky Stones

Geodes have been around for a while and they look quite pretty. I have been interested in those stones for a long time, but budgeting and moving limited my acquisition of the ones I was interested in. Here are some of my current collection of stones.

The larger Geode has a Jasper Sphere inside. In front of them is a Tiger's Eye Sphere and a Geode Pyramid (you can see rows of quartz crystals in the pyramid). Between the two Geodes is a shard of Citrin Quartz...umm, if you look carefully, you can see that the crystal has a light top and a dark bottom. The top is actually clear. It wasn't clear when I bought it. The whole thing was one light brown color. For some reason, it changed. I had it inside of the black Geode for about two months before I realized that the color changed. I took it out and threw the Jasper in its place.

The Geode on the left, the blue one, is interesting, but not outstanding. It is fun to look into. The stones here are power stones, but the black Geode is like the Grand Daddy of 'em all. For all I know, it gives off radiation (the fact the crystal changed color is odd). I get most of the stones because I like them. The black one made me uncomfortable cat first, but it also made me curious. Kind of like getting assigned a teacher in high school known for outright failing students and also for getting the good ones into the best colleges. It gave off a weird vibe. Walk near it and it feels like the thing is biting into you. Not much different than when some poor fool walks into the shitter after me; the smell of my shit is enough to make a grown man cry, gag and fall to his knees in both agony and respect. The black Geode is currently the star of my collection. There are stronger and more attractive stones out there, but this one fits me quite nice.

In other news:

In Japan, a group of TV Celebrity sisters The Kano Sisters (probably not actually sisters by the way) had an issue with stealing. There are three of them but the oldest and youngest are the only ones we have seen or heard about until lately. The middle one (who could actually be related to one of the other sisters) apparently stole about 500,000,000 yen from their office. Ummm, isn't that kind of hard to do? This isn't pocket money that you just leave lying around. Anyway, why these ladies had all this money in their office is an issue. Why they had so much was an issue for some of students (they were not aware that these ladies are high class call girls). Honestly, it seems like a promotional trick, like a mystery sex video dropped on the net.

Laters

Chinese New Year

Happy Chinese New Year!!!!!!

Shark Dicks and Ass wounding toilets

Here is something to tell the grandkids.

Instead of slicing this up and serving it raw, some Japanese pacifist (this is sarcasm) ripped off this man-eater's willy and encased it in plastic for all to see. I am a bit surprised that they don't have Shark Dick Dildos (yes, I do go to adult toy stores...they are crazy and entertaining). However, I did see a robot arm you can put a pocket pussy on...well, it had a remote. How lazy do you need to be.















Now, this is the toilet which almost ripped my ass off. I am sure you have heard of the Japanese ass washing toilets. Well, this is one of them, but the jet is like what comes out of a fireman's hose (not his dick).

I am pretty sure I jumped a few feet into the air and out of the range of this sadistic invention as the surgical like jet cut into my ass flesh. And the damn thing wasn't even set on full blast.
Having ulcers in my colon, Iam no stranger to bleeding out my ass, but this is a pretty shitty thing to do to someone's ass. Fuck you evil ass washer. I hope your creators burn for what they unleashed on unsuspecting assholes.












Here are the controls. If you look on the lower left you can see that the level was pretty high, almost full blast. They should label the damn thing Ass Rim Removal and flash a warning.

Summer Report: Japanese Elementary Students; Hard Gay; Bobby; and Dno Beard

Well, summer is almost over. I actually have the time and energy to write a bit, YaHoooogle!
Let me begin by saying goodbye to some of my students from last term.


This is my other wife, Ms. Hage (bald girl), and her friend. I am oft called names or told really messed up things while teaching. Hage (pronounced Ha...As in hahaha and ge...As in gay) is one of the most common names thrown at me. When she tried I called her Ms. Hage. Then I was branded Mr. Hage by someone else; we were married as a result (dudes, I teach elementary kids, most logic is tossed out till after high school anyway). By the way, Ms. Hage is the one with something growing out the side of her head.













Here we have Strong Mushroom (the tall kid). He is one of most patient people I ever met. He would make a great cop, teacher, doctor, counselor, (person who has to deal with other people), etc. I don't want to say that this kid takes abuse by the truckload, but I do want to say that he has the ability to handle it. This kid was almost always with the "special" class during the recesses. He handled one of the violent kids with the skill of a pro. He always has a smile. He is always laid back. He is sort of like my friend Donnie, the custodian from the University of Toledo's Scott Park campus. Both these guys enjoy their life. Both these guys have made mine better.











These girls are dancing with chopsticks. Remember, I mentioned the lack of logic. Perhaps someday they will make a dance troop called THE DANCING CHOPSTICKS and dance to the song..."Chopsticks."


















I played with these kids when they were waiting to go home. Sometimes they waited for me to leave to walk with me.



















This was right in front of the bike parking. They mobbed me.



















This is Bayaya on the right. I can't remember all the kids names. I know Ms. Hage's real name, Strong Mushroom introduced himself real early. And Bayaya here really loosened up when S. Mushroom and I talked with her. Usually, she and I would look for Stong Mushroom and would end up throwing around a ball with him in the special class's room.

I am assuming that the blur on the bottom is my finger.











Next: Hard Gay

On the right is Hard Gay (aka. HG; aka. Razor Ramone). On the left is Real Gay (aka. RG). HG and RG visited Sano City for the festival this year. HG and RG are both pro wrestlers and comedians/TV personalities. They brought out a crowd. Billy loved it.

BTW, Hard Gay became engaged to his GIRLFRIEND just two days before appearing here in Sano. I guess he will change to Hardly Gay.

I guess logic continues to be lacking long after high school for some.





And Bobby...



I know this pic sucks, and I will fix it, but it is the only one I have right now. Bobby was a TV personality for years, and then became a Shoot Fighter in the little known outside Japan K-1 fighting circuit. He also came to Sano. And just before the festival. He is a really nice guy. Seems to loved kid. He pretty much pulled Billy from the crowd to give him a signed T-shirt.
Thanks Bobby.


The Beard. The fuzz you see on my chin is my summer beard. You could call it a goatee, but this is all I get. It be my beard.