OCHA Frolics (Rated PG-17)

Recently, LadyStyx told me she observed the filming of a new segment of the hit straight to video show, OCHAs Gone Wild! it was hard really hard to contain my jealousy. It was equally hard to sit still while eagerly awaiting the sale of the video on DVD. In fact, I nearly put a countdown clock on this blog for it!

Today, the mailman, bless that man in blue; brought the long awaited DVD, discretely wrapped in brown paper of course, and I practically tore it out of his hands and shredded the paper off on the way to the TV.

And oh my... Words fail me! Here are some screenshots from my TV for you to enjoy.



Like Atlas holding up the world on his shoulders, here we see three OCHAs playing the human swimming pool game of "Chicken" with the girls riding on the top of some broad-shouldered Wrinkled Black Beatlejuicean Worms.

There is nothing like some cold splashing to get a naughty OCHA nipply wet.

I found the placement of the Atlas truck bearing the words "pumping - jet spray" to be a little over the top though.



Opps! She fell flat in her face in the mud! Oh my, you should have seen her when she stood up.



As we all know, this partying leads to drunken playfullness.

Here we see some partying OCHA girls heading to the next scene so giddy from doing body shots of Orange Fizz, Orange Rush, Harvery Wall Bangers, and Screwdrivers (what else?) that they are riding upside down.

I know, I know, I'm certain they made someone named Tiff proud.



Ut oh, it looks like a man-eating blue boxy had too much of a good thing - and this DVD is a good thing too - I give it two-thumbs up!

All pictures courtesy of roving photojournalist LadyStyx. Lame story by me.

Its Been A Year Already

This entry is dedicated to those who have gone on before us.

Jopete, LittleWing, Catywampus and too many Others. They showed me the meaning of courage and tenacity and are badly missed.

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

(The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear)

That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

(The ghosts fade away)

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
"Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" from Les Miserables

The HobOCHA from Hoboken

As you know, the economic downturn has been very hard on many people.

What you might not know is that it has been hard on some of the less fortunate OCHAs too.

A case in point, Billy "the Hobo" Conehead. Billy was born to plain and loving parents that were very, very poor. His father was never able to afford to get Lil' Billy a reflective stripe when he was growing up - and troubles plagued Billy at every turn. As a rebellious teenager, Billy ran away from home and got involved in petty thievery, drugs, booze and loose "working" female coneheads.

It wasn't until he had a run in with the law and spent some time behind bars that he found religion and was saved. Released to a halfway house late last year, Billy found work selling Christmas trees at a local corner lot.



By dint of hard labor, frugalness, and an economic stimulus check, he was, at long last able to afford a couple stripes. Alas, the tree selling season was short and Billy was let go. Unable to collect unemployment, he fell on hard times - and in order to eat, he resorted to sifting through trash, looking for a morsel or two that would sustain him for another day.



Now, Billy was a rough and tough lil' cone from the streets and it turns out he had a uncle that worked for the state - and with a little bit of political patronage lubrication (yes, I do mean a well-placed bribe), Billy got a really sweet job with the highway department that was complete with full benefits, a 4-week vacation plan, a guaranteed retirement plan, and even more priceless, a small amount of power, that he immediately (ab)used to make the ordinary taxpayer's lives miserable.



Thanks to roving photojournalist LadyStyx for the first two pictures.

Happy 200th Birthday

Abraham Lincoln, born on February 12, 1809, was the 16th President of the United States. He successfully led the country through its greatest internal crisis, the American Civil War, preserving the Union and ending slavery. As the war was drawing to a close, Lincoln became the first American president to be assassinated.

Abraham Lincoln was born to Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Hanks, two uneducated farmers, in a one-room log cabin in southeast Hardin County, Kentucky, making him the first president born outside the original Thirteen Colonies.

I am always moved when I read his Gettysburg Address:

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Charles Robert Darwin, like Abraham Lincoln, was also born on February 12, 1809. He was an English naturalist who realised and demonstrated that all species of life have evolved over time from common ancestors through the process he called natural selection.

His 1859 book On the Origin of Species established evolutionary descent with modification as the dominant scientific explanation of diversification in nature. He examined human evolution and sexual selection in The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex, followed by The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals. His research on plants was published in a series of books, and in his final book, he examined earthworms and their effect on soil.

In recognition of Darwin’s pre-eminence, he was one of only five 19th-century UK non-royal personages to be honoured by a state funeral, and was buried in Westminster Abbey, close to John Herschel and Isaac Newton.

It is merely odd coincidence that these two brilliant men were born 4,000 miles apart within hours of each other. It is no coincidence they are both honored by their countries by having their likeness appear on money (the five dollar bill, the penny, and the 10 pound note). The impact that these two men had on modern society is incalculable.