I'm not gonna worry
about it now
but I just did
that one little thing
it makes sense to worry
you can say I discriminate
but between Tecate and Hamm's
Fuck Yeah
your surf board is busted now
in pieces
you ran over it
on your way out of here
the radio was on when you
started the car
NPR even that didn't
stop you
you thought you thought
oh yeah you did a lot of thinking
but did you try living?
huh? even just a little?
it happened anyway didn't it?

signed
L. Cohen

Double americana
is cold now but
I'll drink it
it's not tecate
but what is
I'm fending off
the sunlight
brokering a deal
with the power of
The Sun
really at a loss
without my tecate suit
I'll wear it to special events
they'll find me under a table
hopefully with some long
legged brunette
mostly like in a puddle of tecate
trying poorly to quote
The Bard
and dreaming about the ability
to fly
Ah for that one moment
I'm fucked

the tecate papers
he read them from cover to cover
after he had a stroke
he learned about the state of the man who was bit by a dog
a policeman bit by a police dog
who wouldn't let go
so he shot it
oops
oops where was I
oh yeah
the Tecate papers
someone always steals the sports section.
I think it's my neighbor
that one armed bastard
his mother was the son of a whore
oops
he got lost in Palermo, Italy on
a business trip
they found him twenty years later
drinking sterno under a bridge in Yonkers
I just like saying Yonkers
THAT'S ALL THIS WAS ABOUT.
As if it was that easy
the article said

Time is rapidly causing me to drink tecates
even though my friends say they suck
friends Hah
good one
no that's too simple
what does it mean Tecate?
its probably a form of the verb Tecater
which means "to drink Tecate"
I heard that anyway
from a friend
hah
good one

there was a poem\
with a talking rabbit\
there was ice cream\
down a dirty hole\

there was a rapstar\
frozen in amber\
there was lady luck\
in Neenah, Wisconsin\

manhole covers and paper products\
beaver fur and hare hats\
Milwaukee's finest\
and a stubbed out cigar\

I'm going back to Mexico now\
that the killings have started\
maybe they'll kill some tourists\
or the Pope\

I haven't eaten\
in three days\
I'm starving on tecate\
and limes\

and cocaine\
isn't happy with me\
i've forsaken her\
for sleep\

breakfast consists of dreaming\
lunch is made of thoughts\
dinner was a disaster\
ah fudge\

Ovid was alright\
sent from Rome\
to some rocky isle\
to stay\
awhile\

the casualties pages\
were bound with\
neck tatoos\
the doorway to loserdom\

imprisoned voices\
locked and lonely\
sad and crying\
boo hoo\

is this fun\
definitely not\
but I have\
nothing better to do\

Communitecate

ah refreshing
cold liquid
TECATE!IN A CAN.
I'M NOT TALKING
I'm typing"
she said loudly
and showed more leg.

assiduously malconiferent
he chopped and chopped
beating a pathway to Carthage
his little brother looked like
Jim Carroll
before he died

down the boogey funk a teria
into the whispering background photo
I thought I saw a rabbit bound
from an abandoned trailer
I played a scratchy record
Lady Gaga
Disco Heaven
there were still two hands
until sundown
someone told me there were three types of columns
Doric Ionian and Corinthian
he lived in Bath, England until they
ran him out and he had
to go to the States.
He went to Texas of all places
I put on another record
this one had never been played
Cream Disraeli Gears

There wasn't a chance
but he decided to try
anyway
backed against the wall
who would blame him
Lots of people,
Lots and lots of people
pretty much everyone
ah fuck em
nothing can be more wrong than most people
abe lincoln said that
what did abe's mama say
up yours

Of a night with no stars
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.

POW- Right in the kisser

Sexist pig takes one to the mouth.

my mind is slipping
I thought I knew myself
sometimes I wonder
what the hell

I tried a few things
some of this some of that
I've broken some rules
but I always came back

now it's getting harder
to do the same old thing
but somehow I always do
the same old thing

wrap it up in a bow
in a shiny bow
put your finger there
while i tie it

I'm slipping now
back to what I was
I'm not going back
I'm just slipping now

Hello,

this is Miguel. Ms. Magma's gardener. He left the computer on while he is in the john. I think something has happened to Catherine. He says she went away but nothing is gone not even her dog, Snapple. She would never

Catherine had to go away for a while-to an old friend who lives in the next state. She said she may be gone for several months. Nothing to worry about!
-Carskov Ventriloquo

don't mention it
It's nothing really
just a little thing I whipped up
no trouble at all really
shall I write it down for you:
Okay, take
1 lb unbleached flour
3 pieces of magazines talking about the death of Martin Luther King Jr.
a broken 1934 colt police special revolver
Mix these together while thinking about a girl who smiled at you
Add
1 lb of sugar
a touch of allspice
a wheel from an old baby carriage

Place in oven 260 degrees for four hours
rotate once an hour

let cool
serve with ice cream (vanilla!)

hristopher Knowles
Cristopher Knowles
Chistopher Knowles
Chrstopher Knowles
Chritopher Knowles
Chrisopher Knowles
Christpher Knowles
Christoher Knowles
Christoper Knowles
Christophr Knowles
Christophe Knowles
ChristopherKnowles
Christopher nowles
Christopher Kowles
Christopher Knwles
Christopher Knoles
Christopher Knowes
Christopher Knowls
Christopher Knowle

I pushed a ribbon down down deep into the well
I fought the Germans to the brink of Hell
I spoke with Moses and then he had a spell
I'm leaning towards the end and I'm not feeling well.

I was on the train this morning and I thought of Christopher Knowles and I missed my stop.

Phony phony phony

they talk like they know it all
like their words are in italics
meandering through their dismal epicenters
cavorting the membrane

damn them!

I was born in 1959 at the edge of the Black Sea. My mother was a nervous wreck and my father was a mechanic. He worked on the nuclear rockets silos and was killed in a horrible accident in a silo when I was 16. My mother went crazy and I joined the Navy. I defected three months later during a military exercise. I went to the dock climbed on a sail boat and just sailed away. Luckily the boat had plenty of food & water because I was quickly lost at sea. I had no navigation skills except my own good sense.
The Navy caught me after 15 days. I had a friend named Urslebunk, a Latvian, who ratted me out. He saw me get on the boat and reported me to the high command. Years later he told me he was a given a chicken dinner.
I was taken into custody and was scheduled to be tried for desertion. At the last minute I was offered the chance to emigrate to the United States. Wow. Hello. No, I would rather be tried for desertion and sent to Irkutsk for thirty years! Yes, of course the United States. I was sent to a the the town of San Topeka in the State of Kansasfornia in 1976 and started as sophomore in the San Topeka Hogbelts High School. Woo hoo Frampton Comes Alive! My English was very poor but I learned very quickly. "Hey what's shaking? "that's cool, man." stuff like that. I was very impressed by America. They had everything you could want. I studied to be a scientist because I knew they always needed scientists and the scientists back in my country were always well paid and had cars and apartments. I studied mathematics and engineering and was good at it. I received a scholarship to study at the University of Kansasfornia/ Merrriver under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Arsenist. He was a brilliant professor and steered me into advanced engineering problems. I was interested in aviation as was Professor Arsenist. He had a small Cessna airplane and we would take trips to the northern country to examine laboratories and go to seminars.

"Catherine had to go to sleep for a little while so I'm taking over the blog now.
I'm in charge now."
-Carskov Ventiloquo

and there will be much TV reporting
of the fallen tree in the woods
"It landed here not far from where, for years, it had lived."

and the wolf was positioned
for stardom in the movie
of the woods
the company was presenting a non-original work
'hunger leads to killing'

or stars
will be shooting by the
hundreds, or thousands,
tomorrow
the remnants of Tempel-Tuttle
blasting from the east
from Leo
the backwards question mark

I'm not worried now that my
stomach has stopped hurting
I don't have Leukemia like
a famous basketball player
who changed his name years ago
and now you can find his college
jersey for sale on ebay
with a name he didn't use until
years later.

All the lights are on
the windows are open
a cold breeze is
blowing in
cold breeze
blowing in

Let's start that again;
Now that I'm old
Blah blah blah
staring at the waistland
below the belt
that's hitting
like Joe Dimaggio
and
Marilyn Monroe
full count bases loaded
tv is on black and white
wall to wall carpeting
it's almost christmas time
and it's fucking hot out
I need another beer
throw the cans off the deck
we'll shoot at them later

one day he showed me where the pistol was and where the bullets were
and said don't ever shoot this gun, it's old and it might blow up.
The next day after school I loaded it,took it outside and pointed it at a wooden stake next to one of the trees we'd planted and fired.

I'm straying from you.
Something has changed. I can tell you don't love me anymore. I can tell.

He had a bag of weed in his desk drawer. He grew it in the garden between the corn stalks. This was probably a pretty high level security risk- no pun intended. He never smoked it so I kept pinching off of it. I would put some herb,I forget what,in to make it look like it was all there. I think it was oregano.

I could be dying now. I could fucking die. I think about it.

sidekick

Now that I'm old
blah blah blah
now that I've forgotten what your name is
blaggity blaggity blap
haha
blap
what kind of word is that?
onomoetoepiaism
that's when the pancake batter
hits the superhero's sidekick
BLAP!

I'm focusing
but I lost
i got distracted
Span style
and an image
from
a Wayan bros movie
damn smoking all that weed and
crazy ass hair
and bizarre space age guns

any I'm not focusing
I'm drinking a short double latte
and a small Calistoga mineral water and
pretending not to be interested in the young women sitting near me.

blathering
blithering natty dreadlocking
unfurled
unforgiven
unfestooned
unfucked
worn out
and wily
burning incense to ward
offf bad book spirits
feeling the need
for animal spirit
ceremony
to drive out
bad spirits to
incite to ignite
a pile of burning
leaves
to reward a low slung sun
to break
with tradition and
be tradition
to wear brown
and be red
to break bred
to bust bowie knife memories
to syphon off gasoline
drippings
to rend the future
to mend the suture that tears
the thoughts
of incredibly boring
work day
with no underlying
redemption
with no spirit
no-spirit
is not good
and breaking the tradition by
buying an old car
and driving to LA
just to be in
Santa Monica
and be glad you don't live there
waiting for the ocean
waiting the broken
movie star
trampled newspaper
morning
coffee with
shaking hands
and frayed
nerve
and hoping it will be HOT

HOT HOT HOT cause it never is
any
more and I'll have to get in
a car thta sweltering
and it will be
impossible to sit
on hot plastic

I'm not worried about breakfast
I'm not worried about bacon and eggs and potatoes and
coffee
I am worried about the coffee
my life revolves around coffee and
blue jeans
my torn blue jean
days are fraid
fraid not
frayed knot
I'm fucking bored
seriously

IV. the IVY wraps
around
william Tell
and his bow can stretch
no further
and or might have been before

I'm boring myself now
by stealing

but I want hot
wet humid
night
windy
and windy
and fuck
how many times
can I reinvent myself?
I hear something scratching
something
near the window
its dark out
it's the middle of the night
it's night and
the city breathes and scrapes
but it's peaceful
and not cold
and not
raining
and not LAUREL canyon
and NOT my mom's house
and NOT my father not knowing where he is
and NOT the Lawrence Radiation Lab
and YES it's
closer to breakfast than
dinner
and yes I will
be at work
tomorrow
and YES I'm sick of hearing about babies
but ya know that's what people do
they have babies.

space station 12: the xaser gun killing

sizzle

oh sizzle
sell that
greasy hot popping
sizzle SNAP OW!
THAT BURNED MY ARM!
Fufdge why are you always oh sizzler this
and oh sizzler that?
have a god damn biscuit ferrchrissakes!
Did you pee in my Remington?
Where's my Millenium Falcon model?
fufdge I'm hungry.

ok now lets try that once again

scenes

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

incorporate jabberwocky into movie- dream sequences
or after taking recreational drugs
maybe a peyote jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

richard dreyfus

merde le
terd le
yerdle unfurled
standing through
an alootment
not unlike
Terry Waite's?
oh Znap mein liebchen
waiting on spaghetti

another scene

just riffing here.. Man in a bear suit smoking a cigar says to a Hassidic Rabbi - I love your curls- do you use product?

possible scene

Maybe a den of blind mole rats all with John Malkovich's face saying "Malkovich, Malkovich" Or maybe not.

A screenplay

whiffling through the tulgey wood. A screenplay.

A blogger in his late twenties writing about nothing gets sued by the heirs of a renowned children's book for pernicious misappropriation of their ancestors' famous books. The blogger, unknown to any type of notice much less notoriety, basks in the media frenzy and receives an offer from a well known film director to make a movie about the events. Prone to bouts of chemical and alcohol ingestion, his new found notoriety leads to a series of involvements with supermodels(a girl named Alice), drug addicts, hollywood actors, agents, producers, writers, magazine editors as well as lawyers and literary publishers as the court case and movie proceeds. Reality spills into reality until our hero is like Ignatius Jacques Reilly down the rabbit hole talking to the mad hatter.

2.1 million dollar car 16 cylinders (two v-8's)

2009 Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport, mid engine, all-wheel drive two-door convertible.

Price: test model, $2.1 million, including sales tax and delivery (price fluctuates according to the value of the euro.)

Power train: 8-liter W-16 1,001-horsepower, quadro-turbocharged 16-cylinder engine. Seven-speed automatic transmission, with paddle-shifting and manumatic function.

Curb weight: 4,387 pounds.

Seating capacity: two.

Fuel consumption : 8 mpg, city; 14 mpg, highway.

Fuel tank capacity: 26.4 gallons.

0-60 in 3 seconds top speed 253 mph

only you can prevent forest fires

smokey the bear fired an m16 rifle
but it jammed and the viet cong
poured over the barricades
he wept about his honey
and his picnic basket but
the dead children didn't go away
it looked like rain again
he would have to hear it
nothing smells like a wet bear
but he didn't care
he liked the smell of the rain and the smoke
and the the sound of canned rations
being opened.

The medina in Tangiers

down the mogul
protusions
sleeping with the rich
caramel bedded camel like
dromedary
sweet eyelashes
mosques and minarets
and drunken mullahs
dirty dirty and sad
sad sad and dirty
poor and obnoxious in an
ancient city
dressed like an
ancient turd
'go GO that way, don't listen to me SEE if i
CARE!'

Berkeley

crust bucket
flo-nilla
ivory tongued flotilla
piracy of privacy
'aint no such thing muh negro'

possible supporting actors

"I'll be good, boss. I won't backslide."

Well there's been talk going around about who we will get as supporting actors. Jack Nicholson was thrown around a bit as my dad or maybe a cranky neighbor. He and his agent came to a meeting and, man, was he an asshole. I couldn't believe it. He was all, like, what's my motivation? And i was like, "I don't know Man, what is your motivation?" Anyway I always thought he was cool- Five Easy Pieces, where he's a roughneck oil rig worker who has to go back to the northwest because his father's dying and he leaves his girlfriend in the hotel for three weeks.
Maybe he was in character in the meeting- who knows?
Anyway they were also talking about who would be my girlfriend (not that I have one)and I was all about Scarlet Johannson. She's hot.
I'd also like to get Julie Christie in the movie and Catherine Deneuve.
Julie Christie in McCabe & Mrs. Miller- classic Altman.
Maybe Warren Beatty as a judge when I'm getting sentenced for some crime against the state. Or maybe he could be my dad and Nicholson my lawyer.
I'd also like to get Burt Bacharach to do some of the music. Something like the south american getaway music he did for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I used to have the poster of them from the final shot of the movie on my wall as well the classic shot from Easy Rider.

If Strother Martin was still around we could have him the movie as an old prospector or something.

Anyway there will be more meetings and more names thrown around

lawsuit update

My lawyer says we'll just have to sit it out and wait; these lawsuits take for ever! The Society for the Presevation of the Integrity of the Works of Lewis Carroll (SPIWLC) have subpoenaed pretty much my whole life; emails, tax records, phone history, bank account history, fucking medical records, EVERYTHING. These fuckers don't fuck around! They wanted an injunction against me writing about the case ( gag order) but the judge put the Kaibosh on that. My lawyer says we're going to hit back at the board members and request all the same stuff from them- he's looking for conflict of interest. He thinks they might back off if we go after their personal info. I never knew making a movie about a blog could be so complicated. The movie producers are waiting to see what happens but they are trying to generate pre-publicity- "there's no bad publicity" We might be doing a photo shoot for Vanity Fair! yeah fucking sweet. I always knew this blog would pay off big time.

alice in wonderland my ass

Ok Now we're getting sued. For real. the Society for the Preservation of Lewis Carroll has decided that we are using the creative works of Lewis Carroll for financial gain and and causing harm to the reputation of his works. I'm like WTF can they do that. The producers don't want to spend the money to fight the case, seems the society has some deep pockets. My lawyer thinks this may actually be a gold mine. He says they're barking down the wrong rabbit hole, that they better beware the claws that catch and the jaws that bite and don't even think about messing with the Jubjub bird. Word! He told me not to write a word about this but what good is a blog if you can't write about what is really going on in your life?

WTTTW the movie

I wonder if this is the first blog that's been made into a movie? The producers sent over a photographer this morning to get some photos of me working. He had very specific orders- no pants. I was like what? and he said yeah they wanted photos of me in like a bathrobe or something drinking coffee looking like I just woke up at three in the afternoon. I thought man this is bullshit what kind of bullshit is this? but my lawyer said just do it they're getting ready to sign the deal so don't fuck it up... those fucking producers are a bunch of scumballs. I wonder if they actually read my blog? I wonder who will play me in the movie? Probably Philip Seymour Hoffman or Nicholas Cage like in Adaptation or maybe that nut job Chris Cooper. Or I could be kinda badass like a mixed up Daniel Craig.

soon to be released !

After the notoriety from the attempted censorship and forced apology from the administrators I have some folks interested in doing a movie of my story! Fucking and A!
They want to call it 'Whiffling Through the Tulgey Wood' and then some subtitle like 'a bloggers story' or 'Life of a Blogger'. They would try to get a real sense of what my daily life is like - filming me for three weeks as I go through the process of trying to put my life back together after the devastating events of my blogger censorship and enforced apology. Me meeting with my lawyer talking about how where the deep pockets are, how we can get the UCLA (united civil liberties of america) to help with the legal fees and xeroxing, scenes of me riding my bike to the cafe to get a double latte,saying hi to some cute girls, stuff like that. i think this could be a summer sleeper especially if we throw in some CIA stuff. It's really a lot to deal with.

apology

I have to apologize for the last few posts
you see I'm under a lot of stress
and now they're threatening to shut me down.
they said I needed to clean up my blog and apologize or
I wouldn't be allowed to continue-
'Too many complaints, questionable material and what if young people who are underage read it?'
so this is my apology I'm sorry I fucked up and wrote a bunch of shitty poetry
and you had to read it and your kids - something happened to your kids
I'm sorry -i don't what it was but I'm sorry anyway
so please just go fuck yourselves and I'm sorry

I'm from the streets

your whole building is a bunch of faggot ass bullshit
okay yeah I get it somebody towed your car now
please go the fuck away you stupid
dipshit
can you believe that crap
fuck that guy
yeah what a dumbshit
our faggot ass building haha

!1!!!

got me a fife
got me a old fiddle
i'm a fucking country boy
so suck on the end of my shotgun
and pony up to the
bar
we'll eat cornflakes painted red
white and blue
we'll smoke indian blood cigarettes
and spit into spitoons made from real mohair and
the skull of an abandoned female caribou
'I AIN'T SHIITIN' YOU THIS STUFF IS REAL!'
but tell me somthing - do you work in a medical office-
how did you know-do you read chinese?
No it's your umbrella
no I saw them they were stealing biscotti from Starbucks- biscotti!
I saw them outside counting up their loot- one guy - the one
with the over stuffed jacket had like seven packages
sealed in plastic
I didn't know what he was going to do with them-
eat them, sell them

'it's the economy' what are you gonna do
call the cops?
'THEY'RE STEALING FROM STARBUCKS- MY GOD WHAT'S NEXT?'
I've seen it rain and fire in the sky
he said
pony up here and I'll tell you a story.

are those ski goggles or beer?

oh miserable
anthropomorphized
digital self
for sad sad figure
in a pixelated glass
staring with
eyes aged by
drooping
curtain of light
plasma screamed
tv
dripping
IV tube reality with razor blades and bullets
pushing metal on newspapers
crowding out the japanese tourists
on the train with their
rain gear and plans
for the weekend
i'm staring at a girl
with her mouth open
looking up like
joan of arc or some girl
in a porno and it's disconcerting to see
that on the train when
you just want to drink your coffee
and get to work
but along the way you read
about senators falling into pools of tar
and they try to laugh it off
'ha ha fell into a pool of tar like a
sabre toothed tiger' and then you have
your blood drawn and it doesn't hurt
but it sure is dark
you didn't realize it was so dark and syrupy
'one good thing about having high blood pressure- the blood comes out fast!'

as the sorrow
of resumes
filled
like a hot air balloon
in an Italian neighborhood
he thought of a man he knew
searching for his glasses amongst the papers and
manila folders, handwritten letters and envelopes
and the glasses, smudged and bifocaled
were resting on his forehead
he took a deep breath
knowing that balloons sometimes don't come down
despite the song

I watched a giant leaf fall to the earth it was mottled and yellow and red

and I walked these borrowed
roads diverged with the
baby smell of a yeast-ie
brew pub in my nostrils
counting the old fence posts like Robert Frost
poems

He drank too much
beer
whiskey
vodka
whatever

Hoboken?

it had the feeling of a bad omen(or bad poetry??)
"He moved to Hoboken"
a true life story

he lied

read about it in
in Newsweek another long line
of literary grifters

his hours
was that it?
but it wasn't
what he thought
he didn't know what
he was thinking when he
dropped his oj
and fell down on the sidewalk
he remembered thinking something
is wrong(italics)
I'm not that building
the one
with the sunshine on it
isn't right to my eyes,
my eye
that man
with the brief case
I'm not a shadow of a building
she won't understand
why I have a bullet hole in me

creamora/
Beelzebub
wandering
into
shots/
of jaeger
stoically
smoking
sinsemilla
and boring
us/
with stupid
medical marijuana
polemics/

Iggy Pop working at Gas/Mart

driving around the lake
watching the sky
for aliens or Gargamel
firing at police cars
with their sirens blaring
turning into gin and juice
with my mind on my money
we stop to get coffee
and cigarettes
Iggy pop is working behind the counter
his name badge says Iggy Pop
it really is Iggy Pop
we're embarrased by the whole thing and ask him
if he's ever met Todd Rundgren
He says he did in the mid-eighties in
San Francisco
but now
there's a line behind us so we say good by
"loved the stooges, man"
even though I never really listened to them
and we're back on the road
for some reason we start fighting
"that wasn't really Iggy Pop"
"yes it was!"
we stop talking. We're listening to the radio and suddenly
Lust for life comes on-
bomp bomp bomp bu bomp bomp bu da ba domp

'Here comes johnny yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
Hes gonna do another strip tease.
Hey man, whered ya get that lotion?
Ive been hurting since Ive bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love.
Well, thats like hypnotizing chickens.'

I say "yes I have had it in the ear before"
I am just a modern guy

the road splits and we go to the
right
grandma's house
she's baking cookies and she has a friend
visiting, Mr Wolff.
He has weird gray hair and very large teeth. My friend notices them as she's taking off her beautiful red cape
What big teeth you have she says smiling
we decide to leave early
Mr Wolff insists we stay and stands in front of the door his eyes gleaming
rubbing his large hands together
I notice his hands have gray hair on them as well
a lot of it
I hit him in the head with one of grandma's lamps
he crumples like a Reeses peanut butter cup wrapper
we leave in a squeal of tires
"what about your grandma? " my friend asks
I start to reply when we hear the report of an automatic rifle.
"grandma used to work running arms to the Zapatistas."

Will the dead walk the earth again?

Bob Wilkins was a huge influence on my psyche as a youth. I watched him regularly on Creature Features and he would be in the studio and would talk about the films at the commercial breaks. He later said it was just him and the camera man in the studio and his goal was to make the camera man crack up. He had a very dry sense of humor -wicked dry. Bob- I hope to see you walking the Earth as the living dead. Moo wah hah ha.