New Transplant to the SoCal...

This is so funny,
Now the myth has taken a turn from Rayman using black Lights in the backyard while being aided by the Flying Monkeys with the intraveneous tequila dispersement, to Rayman wearing black Tights, with the aid of the Flying Monkeys, Stinky Pete and the tortise and a brewski, to Ken wearing pink tights (Ken?) and now drdon admits to wearing pink tights... moving West young men.

MARIE! Where is that original thread kicking off this myth re the black tights?

Aguane.

but can you walk on water?...that's the clincher...

Don was going to go to UCLA once, but he couldn't find a place to park.

Yes I can, and I have photographic proof(s) of my image, not particularly accurate, but close enough except the long beard and the other twelve guys clinging to the bloody rails of that fishing boat.

As far as parking goes........I do indeed have terrible parking karma and was forced so far from the friendly Westwood campus that I decided to attend a place where "like" wasn't an accepted adverb. Good thing there is actually a land further north that still rewards independent and incredibly adolescent thought simultaneously.

Here's a toast to less tributaries to a stream of consciousness and a high-five to those who actually get the idea of existential pest control......"We make you believe you have no aphids on your Hibiscus".

best to all, and plan ahead if you actually need to spray for hitch-hikers.

don

Reed College? Pretty far north. Was that it?
-"further north that still rewards independent and incredibly adolescent thought simultaneously."

Existential stream of consciousness ... what are aphids?

You'll learn all about aphids after you read Don's book on Zen Judaism...then it will all make sense.

Good one Aguane,

Pretty far north is any place withing cycling distance of Berkeley. So I guess if you're Lance Armstrong that's a parking space in Kona.

An aphid is an organism that has, as it's sole purpose, to suck the life out of things that are alive and a suitable host.

If your next question is "What is a suitable host?", I'm going to nickname you something Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, and Andy Warhol might actually think of as interesting. And yet, you who lives in a town named after a thing that rises from ash, on fire, might reconsider your personal definition of existential.....lol.

As the sun rises, so the nocturnes sleep

Dinurally yours,
don

Who say's Buddah wasn't Jewish?

who ever said he WAS ? but then again, I think his throne had a plastic slip cover on it...

And that was because that particular throne was for "Guests"

sheesh..........how goy can a R. Morgenstern fan get?

Good to see you pal and ken can move here if he dares. This place isn't for the feint of soul is it?

menschkite is a good thing, let the littly zoney transplant figure that one out.....lol.
dt

Wow this banter is fun just to read.

I can't think of anything to say, quite so deep this early. I planted in my Magic Mix this morning and took it out of the truck yesterday in the heat, with a big smile on my face. Thanks Dr. Don.

Welcome, Ken!! Southern California is a great place to live. To be truthful, I have only lived in Germany with the Army and Southern California so I am not an expert but in my books, Southern California is the best.

Take care,

Chuck

Hi Chuck. Ken did we chase you off with our hospitable SoCal ways?

Probably !!! LOL

I was thinking?*&^%^%*

Ken,

Oh dear, dear Ken, everything grows legs once Uncle Skippy joins in on the (or is that barges in?) on the conversation. Consider yourself lucky there were no Ed McMahon rants (older members will recall) and then there is the appearance of normalcy which drives a normal person into making appearances. At a time when we could all use a laugh......In walks the dummy with the big tummy to remind folks that Rene Magritte turned bottles into carrots and made trains run, on time, from fireplace to fireplace along with my mentor, Tim Leary, who showed me the way to personal freedom by starting to use Depends undergarments at the age of twenty so I'd be used to the darn things by the time I'd need them. Plus they're a great place to smuggle Cuban cigars into the country....lol.

When the time comes for our lovely Ken to make his transition/graduate from the land of tiki torches made from cactus skeletons to the land where we import tiki torches from China, made by nine year old kids who have no idea who Sponge Bob is, and Ren and Stempy are just urban legends with bad dental hygiene. I think it is important to note at this moment that, as a child, Salvador Dali lifted up the edge of the ocean and found that the water slipped through his fingers. So he became a Dadaist.

Da da Dali don't cry, so boil your beans and meet me at Perignon Station,

Just another onion-head,
don

see Ed McMahon rant here

11th post down......one would have a hard time missing it......lol. Some reading skills are required, but not many.

Is Nihilism named after a River in Egypt?.......Just wondering.

http://davesgarden.com/community/forums/t/560061/

We used bottles of Canoe still in original cases to bring bricks from Nepal. Still life by Magritte.

I'm having a flashback. A friend of mine used to run with the Merripranksters.

Peninsula girl, here.

And, no, NiHIL is not a river in Egypt. They knew alot more than we do.... didn't have TV.

speaking of the illustrious Ed, I heard on the radio last week that his house is in forclosure. He's going to host a new show called Apartment Search.

LOL. I wish him success.

I think you ALL are smoking too many of the fruits of your gardens... LOL
I bet you really were something back in the 60's, huh Don!
Is the psychedelic painted bus still parked in your commune? J/K
You can beat me down in person, in a few weeks...

Too funny. I'm thinking the same thing. Don post pictures of you from the 60's. He is on the money, I am sure.

Yeah...I want to see pics. of him in bell bottoms, tie-dyed shirt, stringy hair, and a peace symbol around his neck.

(Oh wait...he wore that at the RoundUp ! )

and then later at the UN

Just thought of something Ken needs to do once he gets here:
GRUNION HUNTING !!!

They were supposed to be running tonight, but it's so foggy at the beach we couldn't see anything.

Peace!

The whole bunch of you are transplants and charlatans......lol. I am the only True Californians here indeed. As a filth...uh.....fifth generation Californeyean, I really need to vent when it comes to me wearing bell bottom pants. I've been there and actually done that.....Who among us will admit to being so bloody old that they do indeed remember the days when the masses used to laugh at a person wearing straight legged pants?..........liars!!!

I'm convinced that poor. dear, sunscorched Ken, will soon be just another LA scrap on another freeway meat slicer.

It is truly depressing that so few actually understand that California is the center of the Earth......Don't they get that we are smarter, dummer, madder, dummer, smarter, more redundant, redundant, smarter than anyone else?


In the words of ........screw it......
don

SOMEBODY needs a nap and his medicine.....

Grunion?..........GRUNION?
We don't need no stinking Grunion......

Now I've actually been exposed to that rare light that there is no protection against. No sunscreen can deny the illumination of a full moom and a truck load of little bleedin' fishies bumping uglies in the sand.

Ken, you're in for a rare treat........

Watching white women rub antibacterial soap on their children every time they catch a piece of bait. I love LA!!

I'm writing this while having a nap.......It's the only way I can tolerate the tele-humor......lol.

If I had actually been awake at any time during this thread I would say to Ken to move to Utah where the girls are blond and the men speak to albino salamanders.

Here in this part of the country albino salamanders cost $2,000.00 and are actually too expensive to speak to unless they like Frank Sinatra. And he was Catholic.....lol.

In fact, I actually think Ken should ask his company to move him to Wyoming...........land of DICK cheney....a man for the ages..... and his wife ......Lynchingcheney.......We, who are her pals just call her Lynching.

Sorry, don.

Palo Alto is the true center of the Universe. The Universe.

4th gen, here. Northern Californian and before that Carson City, NV

Please take care of Ken.
Poor guy, does'nt know what he's getting into.

Ah, you silly rabbits...
I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.
I've imbibed massive quantities of both spirits and herb while stalking the elusive Grunions, decades ago.
And as far as your assertions that I should change my plans and go to Utah or Wyoming, I too have spent time in these locals.
Say what you want about these Salamander converser's and wind swept prairian's, but I think it would be best for you to just keep posting your drivel from the safety of OUR granola bowl by the sea.
Them folks out there won't cotton too well to your 1's & 0's.
Sorry to disappoint, but I'll be dragging my sun scorched hind end out to be YOUR neighbor, and with that tan leathery rump, I'll be bringin' all of my bad Southwestern habits to annoy you every time I can.
So, you see, I truly WILL fit right in...

drivel?.....why you itsy bitsy contrarian. I'm beginning to think that you will indeed be just as happy as a slug in an iceplant patch here.

Be well, and the weed, mead and grunion thing doesn't exactly impress.
Cannabis McNearny

This "drivel" is too deep for this (Serene) Old Lady!! LOL Jo

Mmmm...yes, Jo. My family's been here for a lot of years (let's see, nearly 100), but I don't speak this language. Did wear bell bottoms, though. :-)

I wore rolled up Jean cuffs....and poodle skirts. Jo

Jo, my Jo, join me in the serenity of Willie Wonka's pleasure palace and let these geographically challenged sybaritics espouse the many virtues of SoCal while it is still attached to the continental Great Western Effluvium. I, as the twelfth generation descended from John the immigrant will convince you that it was not UC Berkley Marine Biology Lab that created chocolate which will not decompress at 10,900 meters in the Mariana Trench, but himself Dr. Willie. The esteemed Ken might consider delaying his journey to the Californian paradise for awhile as I have it on good authority that Arizona will soon be the New Pacific Ocean Frontier. We can start a cacao orchard in the new Arizona marine climate, if my DW will let me.
How's them Transparents from outside the City Limits !

Awww, Jo, I bet you were cute in that skirt! I think my sister had one. She got the good stuff...sniff.

I've waited and waited and now the obscure has hit the apex........giant hug to an old Californian....((((((balvenie)))))!

There are purses and then there are purses.......you've made the connection between the totally offensive and the moderately geographic!

As time goes by, a 12th generation Norge, can have great impact on the overall tenor of an operetta. And no horns.....how is that possible?

The transparents are functioning as hoped.........I slept in until well after six the other morning.......thanks pal!

When a good hombre says to the lot of you sycophants that he has it on good authority that AZ is the next coastal paradise, he indeed has it. While not exactly pinned down.......time is just a matter of time......time.

While Willie.....of the chocolate waterfall, and the drowning of chandelierians/charlentonians continues to haunt my subconscious, I must say that the analogy is perfectly placed. We, here, often wonder why more glass doesn't properly represent the overall absurdity of smog, traffic, application of makeup on the 405, and the perfect symmetry of the 6:15 from Omaha exiting out of the fireplace.

A truer, bluer, sewer has never been pumped.......thanks amigo! You are the harbinger of faith in a world that could be. Can we all pray to the albino salamanders that hold the key to a new tomorrow for a new tomorrow?

Hello.......Department of redundancy Department........may I help you?.......Hello?
Uncle Skippy

btw, I still have poodle skirt and wear it only when I'm told there will be a bunch of other fat, unshaved, gals wearing theirs.....lol.

Jo, Kathleen......hugs and thanks for joining this little free associative mackerel fry......

Bob........YOU DA Man!!!!!

drdon/all

Have you heard of zonaken's Tequila connoisseur freund, rayman? You must hook up once the opportunity reveals itself. He'll very likely make a St Exuprey flight over the desert for a visit with Ken and will be wearing black tights and a pink tutu. If you remember, Mr Dali liked to paint with poopoo on his head so the common house fly would give him the 'buzz'. Our friend and zonaken's favorite companion pub crawler, rayman, is surrounded and inspired by Flying Monkeys while tasting a little of the cactus juice on dry, dark nights... wet one's too.

Balvenie is correct. Plumeria is the flowering tree of choice here in AZ. We all grow them. Eagerly await the ocean breezes wafting over new beach front property carrying the fragrance of the tropical flowers. The Earth is alive and well. I do hate to lose Seattle, though.

I wasn't going to share this at first, but after the last few posts, and as a warning jesture to Ken, I can't keep this a secret any longer:

Don's jaundiced, evil twin resurfaced here today. "IT" was last spotted leaping over this clinker brick wall and headed out toward Riverside.