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Unboxing Stormy October 2020
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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SO, having found at the abandoned mine the perfect spot to unbox and share the many treasures of Stormy Texas, I made a 40 minute video, sooo many treasures dug out from the corners of my jeep.
And, having filmed the video - "in the can", as they say, I promptly deleted it because my Google Account was full, and forgot that sync was on so it got deleted from my phone as well.
!@$%^(@*#$&!
Anyways. Here a brief recap of the countless treasures:
The doll that he and Marilyn made, a cloth doll that when you tipped it the skirt falls and reveals another doll underneath. No, they weren't twins, and the candlewax bazooms were something else. Really. I left it at the mine site to disturb some other explorer. Various containers, some food, 2 dozen books, on "drawing the ballet" to some vintage mystery book about a Dame from the 40's who needed a private eye. That was supposed to be for you, Nola. I read the back out loud. Marilyn's ring, which proved to be a gold signet ring (**gold** - looks just like gold) with an anchor and chain motif. Kinda what the old Italian guy might wear. And abundant art.
On free pile canvases, because you wouldn't want to use the nice new canvas that I bought for you.
Painting on the inside of a hardcover book.
Now, looking at this art I got to thinking, this landfill/mine, what a perfect spot for a Stormy Texas Art show, mark it with balloons on the highway, guide traffic up the roads to this "installation", 
Back of canvas, often far more interesting than the front...
The front of the canvas.
The canvases. A "self portrait" a-la Van Gogh on a plastic-wood serving tray, with explanatory note, that's where all my oil paint went...
Don't know if I have i right side up. Don't think that it matters. Some times I think he's trolling me...
Anyways, there was this, and easily a hundred plus scrolls, 3 hours of unwrapping and re-rolling, some masterpieces (really!), Roman Galleons of Caesar invading England (he liked that book), one of Merlin raising the standing stones (Stonehenge), and 90-odd others on the usual themes.
Unpacked, sorted, repacked, we have to get this guy a museum...
Thrift Shop Horrors
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Don't need it, but appreciated the display, and lack of hand. A doll for the daughter of a war-amp?
Insurance Fraud
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
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This is, of course and we're all assured - a bad thing, and frankly I take a dim view of people that do it because it causes an increase in my rates.
On the other hand, why should we be forced to have insurance at all? I mean, it's obvious, if you think about it - it's to prevent us from incurring a debt or liability (eg: house fire on a mortgage, car accident that's our fault...etc) that we can't pay. The insurer then assumes the risk and adjusts the premium based on how risky they think we are.
But then, poke a little closer and you'll see some disturbing things. Like how come we have to pay insurance on every vehicle we own? Technically, I can only be driving one car at a time (despite having two hands). This is a nice piece of legislation that seems a tax on the rich. Or - if I have the assets to pay any liability I might incur, why should I have insurance?
Or, consider my case, but I think you can generalize to yourself - never a claim, in almost 40 years, wouldn't insurance then work better - for me, for us, if it was done like a life-insurance premium where we could at the end of our term withdraw (with compounded interest) our contributions?
The more you look at it, the more you realize that insurance is just a scam legislated into law by those interest groups with a share in insurance companies...
In an old prison
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I'm in an old prison, high ceilings, stone, lights hanging down. It's a big cell.
The warden has thrown me a party, invited all my friends, he's sympathetic, knows I'm innocent, knows I shouldn't be here.
How long have I been here? I don't know...4, 5 days?
These friends, there's no one here that I know or recognize, and I'm asking the warden about an old friend - I know he's here, Milan from Edmonton, and the warden, he does some checking, shakes his head sadly, and I realize that he's probably in an Edmonton cell.
Meanwhile, I recognize Milan's daughter, young 20-something blonde, his wife, 40ish Czech, and his daughter's boyfriend, wearing a dog mask, under a table, eating food from a dog dish...
And I say to his wife "my...your daughter's boyfriend looks just like Milan..."...I've spotted the cheekbones, jaw, poking from under the mask...
She delights in this and maliciously tells the daughter, who begins kicking at me with her stilettos and shrieking that he looks nothing like her father...
The parties over, everyone has left, the warden is locking my cell, he tells me he will bring a menu for tomorrow night's dinner, and I'm surprised, I remember nothing of the past few days, and - I get a menu?
**Milan, to the best of my knowledge, doesn't have a wife. Or a daughter.
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