Thursday, July 9, 2009

Setting A Record Number of Naked People Saturday In Texas

On Saturday, July 11, Yvonne is taking me up to a place a bit north of Decatur, called Wildwood Naturist's Resort, so we can be part of the attempt to get in the Guinness World Records by setting a world record for the biggest number of people being au naturel at the same moment in time.

This is very import work we are doing here.

The inspiration for this mass doffing of all clothes comes from the American Association for Nude Recreation, aka AANR. I have no clue as to how the number of naked people is going to be counted by the Guiness people. I wouldn't want that job.

It is precisely at 2 pm Central Time that you need to get naked to help with this cause. You have to be at a nudist resort or sanctioned nude beach to be counted. At Wildwood it will cost you to join the fun. $10 a per for AANR members. $15 for non-AANR members.

So, if you want to visit me while I'm wearing my birthday suit, head up to Decatur on Saturday. After the record is set, you can have fun skinnydipping, playing volleyball, or just lounging around, followed by a potluck dinner and dance. I have no idea if clothes are required, or not allowed, for the potluck and dance. I do know that no clothes are allowed for the skinnydipping.

For more information and directions go the the Wildwood Naturist's Resort website.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Town Talk Is The Talk Of Fort Worth

Saturday I got email from Fort Worth's #1 Conservationist, who I will refer to as Anonymous, because I don't know if Anonymous wants to be known as the source of this particular piece of information.

Anonymous asked if I had been to the Town Talk store on Beach Street. I had not. It is a surplus food store. Food and a lot of other stuff, I learned about an hour ago.

I've long noticed the Town Talk building, it's at the northwest corner of the Beach Street, Randol Mill Road intersection, a short distance north of I-30.

As you can see in the picture, Town Talk is in a metal shed building. It's very barebones, perfectly fitting for a surplus store. Anonymous told me that going to Town Talk is sort of a thrill of the hunt type deal. The stock changes all day long, so you never know when, or if, some good thing gets put on the shelves or in the freezer.

There were quite a few cars in the parking lot, parked in a sort of helter skelter randomness, which I soon was to see perfectly fit Town Talk. There were a large number of people inside, pushing carts that were stuffed with a lot of stuff. I did not push a cart. I just walked around, up and down the aisles.

The frozen food was interesting. Some of it seemed to have come from restaurants. There were several large containers, filled with something brown, on which the label said "Conch Chowder". Some of the frozen stuff was off the frozen fish stick, chicken parts, pizza, ice cream sort. There were also frozen turkeys, pork loins, steaks, tilipia and other seafoods and meats.

I saw Folgers coffee costing more than it does at Wal-Mart. Same with salad dressing. There was pretty much an entire aisle devoted to spices. Very good bargains and good quality brand names in that section.

There is a lot of non-food stuff in Town Talk, like detergent and soap and all sorts of paper plate, cup type products.

A couple months ago I read "When Giants Fall". All about the coming collapse of America, which, according to the author, is well underway. It was published before last fall's economic meltdown, which the author predicted, among other things, like we Americans are going to have to learn how to scrounge and be scavengers, looking for bargains, settling for a lesser standard of living.

Even though Town Talk has been open for over a half a century, I think it's now being cutting edge, with the vanguard of America's new, ever growing, scavenger class, making do, in this new economy, with Town Talk helping with the process.

I did not buy anything. I had no cash. It did not look like they took debit cards. There were a couple things I would have bought, a spice or two, some organic pea soup and a pork loin. But, I'd already done some scavenging today at Sprouts Farmers Market in Southlake, so I'm well-stocked with goods. For now.

The Humid Search For A New Big Subject In Texas

Up very early, in the pool, again, right as dawn was doing its cracking. We're being extremely humid. It is only 80 out there, right now, at a quarter before 9, but the 74% humidity is making for a Heat Index of 85. The predicted high is 101 today. Maybe some of this humidity will burn off.

Looking at the stats, this morning, of this very blog, I was pleased to see a big drop in the number of people, all over the world, seeking to see the biggest version in the world of the thing depicted in the picture. I mentioned a week or two ago that I'd finally wised up and realized I'd made a mistake in blogging about that certain, specific subject.

When I cease blogging about that subject and my search for it, the blog drops lower and lower in Google searches. After awhile, the number of searchers, looking for that big object, being directed to my blog, should diminish to none.

I have not blogged about Only Child Syndrome of late. I see fewer people coming to this blog looking for relief from that problem. Maybe I am no longer the world's go to guy for info about that subject. I'll go see. I'll be right back....

Well, I'm still the world's #1 go to guy, at least at this moment, in a Google search looking for relief in dealing with Only Child Syndrome.

I don't mind being the world's go to guy on the Only Child Syndrome subject, It seems less unseemly than being the go to guy in a search for the biggest of a particular body part.

What seems to have replaced the search for the big thing is the search for a cure for cancer by eating a lot of asparagus. That seems a much more elevated thing to be providing information about than that other subject, the specific words of which, I no longer type.

Today is Wednesday, which means I'm heading north a bit before noon, heading to Southlake and likely Sprouts Farmers Market. There is another market I need to check out called the "Town Talk" store. It is located at the intersection of Beach Street and Randol Mill Road.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Hot, Lost & Malled In West Fort Worth

I had to be in West Fort Worth, on the 6th floor of a building just off University, this afternoon at 2. When I arrived at my destination, I was quick to realize I'd been given erroneous information.

I called Google Location Information and was given the correct location, which was a couple miles further west, near the Ridgmar Mall. I found the proper location, did what I had to do, then, looking at the Ridgmar Mall, I realized I had never been in it.

That, and I could not remember the last time I had been in a mall. I had been in the Sears store at the Ridgmar Mall before, years ago, to pick up a riding lawnmower, but never in the mall. I know it'd been totally remodeled since the lawnmower pickup.

So, I parked by the Rave Motion Theater. I think that is what it is called. Movies cost $9.50 now? I really need to get out more. Most movies I would not watch if you paid me $9.50 an hour to do so, but I digress.

So, I walked into the mall. Ridgmar is a 2 story mall. It does not look that high from the outside. By the time I was about 10 minutes in, I realized I'd made the same mistake I'd make before in a Texas mall, as in not paying attention to where I had entered. But it was by the theater, how hard could that be to find again? I thought.

My most horrifying getting lost, to a Seinfeldian level of distress in a mall, occurred soon after my Exile in Texas. I was driving a car I was not used to, a loaner, while the main car was having something fixed. I wanted to check out the infamous Galleria in Dallas. One of the biggest malls in the world. At the Galleria there are no parking lots. Near as I know. It's all parking garages. And the exits from those parking garages enter the mall at various levels.

So, one is a fool if one is in the Galleria and does not make note of what level one is parked on and what store one entered. I was only half a fool. I knew I'd entered via Neiman-Marcus. The Galleria is a 4 level, or is it 5, mall. It is huge. On the lower level there is a big ice rink, and, if I remember right, a big restaurant, food court zone.

If you saw the late Farrah Fawcett in Dr. T. and the Women, the Galleria is where Farrah decided to take a skinnydip in a fountain. I always liked Farrah, particularly in her later, bare it all years.

Anyway, I wandered all 4 or 5 levels of the Galleria and then I was ready to get out of there. I made my way back to Neiman-Marcus, wandered through the store til I found an exit to the parking garage. I thought I was on the right level. But I could find no car. This was not a car I was used to spotting. It ended up taking me over an hour and an estimated 1,500 calories to find that car.

I have been back to the Galleria one more time. I did not get lost that time. The Galleria is walking distance from, sort of, one of the World's Most Unique McDonalds, in case you are in the neighborhood and craving a Big Mac.

Twittering & The Michael Jackson Memorial Service

The Michael Jackson Memorial was all over the TV during lunch. FOX News was my viewing choice. I find Shepard Smith to be amusing.

A few days ago I watched a fast police chase in Dallas during lunch via the point of view of a chasing helicopter. That chase was narrated by Shepard Smith.

Today, lunch started with a slow funeral procession, from the point of view of a slow moving helicopter, following the procession from a private service to a public one at Staple's Center, also narrated by Shepard Smith.

The memorial at Staple's Center was slow to start, and then, when it did start, it seemed to have hiccups. Quincy Jones read letters from Dianna Ross and Nelson Mandela. Then we went silent for quite some time. Then a choir sang a song about the coming of a king while Michael Jackson was delivered to the front of the stage in a shiny gold coffin.

Mariah Carey and some guy I didn't recognize sang "I'll Be There". I'm not a Mariah Carey fan.

Then Queen Lafitah, who I like, paid tribute and read a poem by Maya Angelou.

Then Lionel Richie started singing.

The memorial was to be, at least, 3 hours long. I have other things to do, so I hit the record button and proceeded to do other things, like Twittering about hitting the record button because I have other things to do. But, Twitter seems to be not working right now. I suspect its servers have melted down again due to too many people Twittering about Michael Jackson.

The Silence Of The Cicadas & Mark Twain

Yesterday I blogged about the epidemic of noisy cicadas. This morning I was in the pool soon after the sun arrived. There were no cicadas making noise. I have the windows open right now, due to it being a chilly 73 out there. I hear birds chirping, but no cicadas cicadaing.

Yesterday Mister Twister commented on my Blogging about the cicadas, including a link to the picture you see here. I think I have seen these on the ground, dead. They are big. They sort of remind me of my pet cockroaches.

I wonder if it is the chilly temperatures that have rendered the cicadas mute?

I get to go to West Fort Worth today, well, west of downtown, to some place on University Drive. I think I'll go to Forest Park and take a picture of Mark Twain. I don't think I'll be riding the miniature train at Forest Park today.

Over and over again this Blogger thing is flagging words as being misspelled that are correct. This started a couple days ago and is very annoying. One of my few thrills is to get a "No Misspellings Found" message, and now I'm being robbed of that. It just told me I misspelled "robbed".

Monday, July 6, 2009

Twittering Conundrums Over Miley Cyrus Being Pregnant

My kind therapist, Dr. L.C., shares my Twitter conundrumming and empathizes with my confusion. All day long, today, I got more followers following my totally uninteresting Twittering. Real Housewife of New York City, Bethenny Frankel, is now one of my Twitter Followers. Why? I have no idea.

I got a Twitter Follower from Iran today, too. I have no idea if she really is from Iran.

There does not seem to be much information about whoever the Twitterer is. I think I could say I was from the Moon and that would be fine. Or I could say I'm from Iran, and just got back from a riot where crazed government goons were smashing heads.

Speaking of making up stuff on the Internet. This morning, when I checked Google Trends, the #1 thing being searched for was "Miley Cyrus Pregnant". Along with some searching things like "Jonas Brother Father". Clicking on these brought me to websites with quite detailed stories about Miley Cyrus being 3 months pregnant, knocked up by one of those purity pledger Jonas Brothers. One of the websites had the Jonas Brother breaking up with Miley due to getting some other girl, I've never heard of, in the Family Way.

Turns out it was all bogus, near as I can tell. There is like a sub-industry on the Internet of people putting out fake news, like fake celebrity deaths, like this week Brit singer Rick Astley was widely reported as dead, this then got picked up by some legit media, before the rumor gets killed.

If I could figure out an angle that made it make sense I could see having fun having a fake news site or blog. This really could be a forte of mine that is currently being untapped. I must give it some serious thought.

Jungle Walking With Cicadas At Veterans Park & Getting Followed By Bethenny Frankel

The Cicadas are being real plentiful this year. Everywhere I go it seems I am hearing them. They are busy chirping, or whatever you call the noise, outside my window right now.

This morning in the pool the Cicadas were busy making their racket. Then when the sun came up and the birds added their chirping, well, it sounds like a jungle out there.

I believe the Cicada noise is some sort of mating mechanism. If so I fear there is way too much Cicada mating going on. The Cicadas have been being real loud on the Tandy Hills.

And then today on my way to Chinatown to go to the Hong Kong Market I stopped to walk at Veterans Park in Arlington with the cicadas being their loudest yet. So, as I walked through the Veterans Park Jungle I turned the video recorder on to see if I could capture the noise for you who live in Cicada-free lands. That video is being processed, by YouTube, even as I type.

In other exciting news, my Twitter befuddlement continues, but in the midst of the befuddlement I got an email telling me that Bethenny Frankel is now one of my Twitter Followers. Why, I do not know. All I Twitter about is not understanding why anyone Twitters and that it would seem to be to be rather telling that the #1 Twitterer is the well-known Twit who calls himself Ashton Kutcher.

Bethenny Frankel is my favorite New York City Housewife. She is very funny. And she makes Skinny Girl Martinis. I believe Bethenny Frankel is on Facebook. Maybe she'll Facebook Friend me now that she is one of my Twitter Followers.

Due to last night's rain it was a bit on the humid side, while out and about today, adding a bit of a Heat Index factor to the base temperature which is in the pleasant mid 80s.

That's the lone soldier who stands guard, 24/7, over the memorial at Veterans Park in the picture.

After I was done in Chinatown I choose the route home that goes by the new Dallas Cowboy Stadium, intending to get on I-30 via Collins Street.

This will mean nothing to non-locals, but those new bridge projects across I-30 have gone into on steroids mode. Part of the new Center Street Bridge is open. The west bound entry off Collins Street is no more. A huge, deep canyon has been dug east of the Collins Street Bridge. The temporary westbound entry has you getting on the freeway west of the new Center Street Bridge. It was quite a confusing maze. I would not want to drive it after the sun goes down. That huge looping old Collins Street cloverleaf is totally gone.

Methinks this is going to be quite the improvement when it all gets done. Let's hope that is sooner than later.

Okay, YouTube is done processing, I'm going to go Twitter something for Bethenny now...

Monday Morning Twittering Texas Blues

I've decided that Twitter is beyond the capacity of my ability to comprehend. This morning I found myself with several new followers. All trying to sell something in one way or the other. I'm thinking this Twitter thing is one of those things where I will continue to fail to see the point.

Like what is the fascination with text messaging? What's wrong with talking on the phone? That seems so much easier. Sending photos via the phone, that I get. My dad is both a texting wizard and a phone photo taker and sender. I have my phone set to not receive incoming photos. Instead, I get a weird text message directing to me to an AT & T web address where I enter a password and get to view a little itsy bitsy version of the phone photo. I bothered to do this one time only.

I got up real early again. As in some time after 4. It rained overnight and got chilly. It is half past 9 and only 75 out there. I got a message this morning from a Washingtonian all hot and bothered because it got to 81, making everyone miserable, sweaty messes.

Due to the cloud cover it was extra dark in the pool, as you can see from the photo. Every time I see these taken-in-the-dark photos it reminds me of that infamous Paris Hilton video. I don't know why.

Due to the rain I am avoiding the Tandy Hills today. Instead I'm going to go to Arlington, to Veterans Park and the Hong Kong Market in Chinatown. I am out of Sweet Chili Sauce. I am sort of addicted to the stuff.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Twittering Tootsie Tonasket At Oakland Lake Park

That is the noon view in the picture, this first Sunday of July, looking across Oakland Lake at the tower on the summit of Mount Tandy in the Tandy Hills Natural Area.

As you can we are cloudy today, here in North Texas. The prediction was for rain, possibly heavy, with possible thunderstorms, starting last night.

So far the only rain I've seen was a little dripping when I was in the pool around 7 this morning. We are not getting anywhere near 100 today. It's barely into the 80s coming up on 3 in the afternoon.

Twister sent me a Twitter help link this morning. I could tell it had a lot of good info, but the website kept hanging up, trying to download something from another website. It was frustrating. I saw enough of it to see there is more to this Twitter thing than my simple mind realized.

I talked to Tootsie Tonasket while I walked around the lake today. Awhile back I told my one longtime reader the story of Tootsie finding her long lost sister, finding her in Florida. Tootsie lost her sister about 50 years ago. Tootsie has an older sister who lives in Illinois. That sister has arranged to have the new found lost sister come up from Florida for a visit, twice now. The most recent time was for the 4th of July. Tootsie's cruel sister called Tootsie the day before the 4th, inviting Tootsie to come for the 4th to see her sister she's not seen in decades.

Tootsie is in the middle of a nasty divorce, living in a small town in Eastern Washington, writing her own Peyton Place script in the soap opera she enjoys living.