Steve Bray's Jennifer Aniston Monologue Blog

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Jennifer, you'll always have to take a look at the previous day's entry, because I'm sometimes inclined to add to it, within the same day.

How do you like the new makeover of this page, Jen the Hen? This farm theme, with the hen and roosters, finally reflects your true background. I have country slide guitar music coming up, as soon as I go buy a slide. Notice that you're alone, in the left chicken picture, and you're with two of your boyfriends in the middle and right parts of that chicken strip. This must be a good clue, finally, of how many boyfriends you really have. Get the pun, "you're in a chicken strip." Many restaurants serve chicken strips. I hope you don't feel offended by this makeover and talk. I was listening to country slide music on tv, and this idea came to me. I just couldn't resist this makeover idea. The slide music ought to really make this theme work, overall. Notice your head peering around the left of the banner, at the top of the page, and one of your boyfriends is just barely poking his beak around the right of the banner, maybe afraid to be seen.

By all appearances, Get Smart is still habit-forming after all those years. I just watched two back-to-back episodes, from 9:00pm to 10:00pm, on KDOC. I watched both of those when the series was still in production, years ago. That was one sitcom I really enjoyed. I don't remember laughing so much at the show back then, but I was just laughing, watching it in reruns. It's odd that the show had everything going for it. The cast was perfect and it was really funny, not dry like a lot of comedy these days. I can hardly comment on much more recent sitcoms, since I've watched very little of the stuff. If I were well-to-do, I suppose I'd buy the entire set of the whole series, if it's available. I could almost swear I've seen a set of some series for about $279.00. Maybe that's about the going price? Reality seems to be setting in, that I'll need to watch Get Smart every night, in that nine to ten time slot.

The above blog entry was made on September 30, 2007.

What should I say here first, in today's entry? Have any ideas? How about my mentioning my new blog here. This time it's a blog about global warming, and related matters. That page has been in existence a while, but I just reclassified it as a blog today. I felt I had no choice but to make it a blog, because the stories I see on tv constantly prod me to rebut the bull. A blog, besides the faxes and emails I send to government officials, is one of the few ways I have to bring lucidity to the cloudy subject of global warming. Click the following widget to go there:

There is one other particularly interesting, to me, thing to say here. I just bought a new guitar today. It's a cheap Chinese acoustic, with steel strings and the style of tuning pegs that resembles that of a nylon-stringed guitar. That seems to be a popular configuration these days. Well, so far I'm happy with this latest addition to my collection of musical instruments. It's not full-sized, nor is it one of those backpack-guitar-sized things. It is respectable enough in size, for my current purposes. For now, I'm happy with it. I think I ought to record something with it, in the near future, to put it to immediate work in my micro studio. I shall make music with it, for the whole world to listen to.

How's it going with the two-Steves movie shoot? Having fun? If you want me to help you have fun, let me know, Jen the Hen.

By the way, do read the first regular blog entry in my new global warming blog. It draws a parallel between what is hinted about the Great Lakes, to the climate change that made a forrested area, with lakes, into the Death Valley of today. Yes, Death Valley used to be a forrest with lakes, over 10,000 years ago.

The above blog entry was made on September 29, 2007.

You know, the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news likes my email responses so much, they saved mine for last tonight (09-27-07). Tonight, the question of the night was: What is the longest flight delay you've ever had to endure? Here's my email response, which they read on the air:

My entire life, so far. I've never been on a commercial airliner. That's a pretty bad flight delay, really.

Steve
Fullerton

Okay, so now I have to conclude that you also had a hand in staging the fact that you're now working on a film, which has at least two Steve's. Why? Well, that gets back to that idea about your working in films in which there's at least one guy, who is symbolic of me. What less would one expect for a guy, who has interested one of you? You're interested in me, Jen the Hen? Still? Even? Ever? Maybe? I need you to seem like it, then. You still prefer to torture my mind with the out-of-reach tease? That just reminded me of something I saw and heard on tv earlier (Thursday). They had a spot on tv, in which you apeared in a still shot, and they said something that reminded me of the idea that you're still reachable (by me). I do believe you sent that message to me, and that you meant it. How do you suggest I find the gas money to fill my tank, to go to West Hollywood or someplace out your way? How do I afford admisson to get into somewheres, or some other place? Should I play amature private detective, to find out where your place is? I seem to have that kind of thing on the agenda, to seek out Miss Barbara Feldon. Surely I'd like to at least meet her, to say "hi" or whatever. And you, who knows what I'd want with you? You must have some idea. How about a continuation from where we left off? I've been afraid that you can't imagine that we'd get anywhere, as a couple. Well, we can at least have a talk, or a series of countless talks. Oh, interesting. I just thought of something else. The two Steves idea could be an allusion to the two last names I've used after the "Steve" first name. Is that what that's about? Maybe you are trying to help me, then. Now I'm impressed, by that possibly being a sign that you're doing what you can to help me.

Oh, I forgot to mention that yesterday was the second anniversary of this blog.

I've been thinking of mentioning something here. You know that one night somewheres, in early 2005, when we were in close contact? Can you guess what smell, of yours, that I picked up from that contact, which I went home with? Should I be so bold as to mention it here? Maybe I'll think about it, and possibly say it here later. I'm not complaining, but it was pretty somethingish, if you know what I mean. Oh, what that heck. The word for it starts with "s" and ends in "t." Have you guessed it yet? That's right. The word is "shit." It sounds like a pretty interesting contact round, from that description, Jen. You knew that, didn't you?

Remember that poinsettia, above, that died back during the cold snap last Winter? Well, it has leafed out again, and looks very vigorous. The bracks ought to turn red during October, but are still green because it's still early. Here is a photo I just snapped a while ago today:

The old photo of it in its wilted condition is still on this page, in an earlier blog entry.

The above blog entry was made on September 28, 2007.

Guess what? I've got more strange things to say to you, Jen the Hen. First, I'll mention something about Johnny Cash. In my special kind of insider's knowledge, which I don't necessarily like to explain, I know something that his wife, June, told Johnny. She told him not to release the song, I've been Everywhere. I've been thinking about that everytime I'd hear that song in the tv commercial. I'm wondering if she had a vision of doom about its release. It's plausible. It was put into an album in 1996. Seven years later, in 2003, June died. Seven months after her death, he died himself, in the same year, 2003. Do you think that's what June was afraid of? There's another way to look at it. He hadn't really been everywhere. There was one last stop he hadn't made, in all of his travels, namely, his own grave. Now the song is true, now that he's been to his final resting place. The dreaded release of that song was self-fulfilling, in forcing that final stop to come true? You think?

Here's the second thing I wanted to tell you. I came across some photos of Courteney Cox a while ago. One of them was particularly interesting to me. In it, she's crouching on a floor, on a linoneum surface, which has some resemblance to the linoleum pattern that the former bathroom linoleum, of the bathroom on my side of the house, had before it was replaced with the current linoleum, with the different pattern. Also, in that particular photo she's not wearing a ring. It was a very strange-looking scene, as if it may have been the deck of a very large yacht. She likes yachts and yachting, doesn't she? That's one odd combination of elements, Jen the Hen. What do you think? If you'd deign to visit me, I'd show you that particular photo, so you can see it for yourself.

I was changing tv channels 20 minutes ago, and came across an episode of Get Smart in progress. How do you like that? A coincidence? After I mentioned all of that Barbara Feldon and Get Smart stuff, I happened across that show on KDOC. What do you think? Was KDOC paying attention to my website, tempting them to air Get Smart, based on my mentions of Agent 99 and that show?

The above blog entry was made on September 27, 2007.

Unfortunately, I didn't hear the channel 13 news' question of the night early enough to send in a response. This time they asked, approximately, if the U. S. has become too much of a "nanny state." My response would definitely have been in the affirmative. The U. S. thinks it can make everything illegal, by calling it child endangerment or child abuse. The politicians have to be fired for implementing the idea that freedom is crime against children, which is preposterous. The politicians are lying. The politicians are the ones abusing children and endangering children. The politicians are the real criminals.

I want to say here, happy 41st birthday, Jillian Barberie Reynolds. Yes, it's the birthday of that wild blonde on Good Day LA.

I'm loaded with bizarre stories. Here's another one. The other day, or night, I think I may have mumbled about my trying to remember the name of the sports-themed tv show that was canceled a long time ago. Maybe I was just thinking about it, without mumbling. Just yesterday, I was again trying to remember the name of that show, and it finally came to me. That was ABC's Wild World of Sports. It was on afternoons, for 90 minutes, on Saturdays. They used to show a downhill competition skier in the starting video. In part of the narrative, during that startup video, was the line, "the agony of defeat." They regularly featured slalum skiing. I've never been a sports fan, so I wasn't disappointed when they canceled the show many years ago. I was trying to remember the name of the show, though. Then, later yesterday, late at night, I think in the wee hours of the morning, there was a infomercial on, which reminded me of the one for Girls Gone Wild, only the name was Wild World. How's that for a coincidence? Like I said, I'm the symbolic center of the world. It looks like I influenced that new infomercial name, also. It seems I influence almost everything, somehow.

Jennifer, if I'm so influencial, why don't you take advantage of that, and make millions for the both of us. I'm too good to waste, and so are you. You have to trust me on this, Jen the Hen. I'm very valuable, really.

Speaking of my having strange stories, I've got another one already. They just had a tv news story on. I didn't hear what it was about, but they gave the license plate number of the vehicle they're looking for. The car is a blue BMW, model 328i, with license plate 5 SPY 435. Notice the "spy." This comes so soon after my thing I wrote here about Barbara Feldon, aka agent 99 of the old tv series, Get Smart, and the interesting photo of her. How do you like that for a coincidence? You think? I influenced that too? Maybe I'll see the story on again, and hear why they are looking for that car.

So, you're in a new film, which is in preproduction, called Management. You're paired romantically with Steve Zahn, who has a sizable list of credits. I hope this won't be a doomed film for you, as it is the first film ever directed by Stephen Belber, who is almost nobody in the industry, so far. You're contantly seeking out Steves, and it so happens that I'm one who you've found, in that mysterious list of Steves? Well, I am a Steve you've been with, in any case.

Speaking of business, you should read a play I just read. It's called Curse of the Starving Class. There are a couple of smoking hot scenes for the Wesley character in that play. You think I should go forward in a role like that, if it were ever offered to me? I'm not sure I wouldn't take it. Really.

The above blog entry was made on September 26, 2007.

Yes, the Los Angeles, channel 13 11:00pm news read another one of my email responses (09-24-07). This time, the question was: What is your favorite video game? Here's my email reply, which they read on the air:

Since I haven't played many video games, my favorite is still Asteroids. I first played that in Hollywood, in the 1980's, when a young blonde lady, I met there, introduced me to it.

Steve
[city name deleted]

I'm still not counting all of the times they read my email responses on their show. It's really adding up. You must believe that, by now. Incidentally, that young blonde in Hollywood, who introduced me to Asteroids, didn't look like Madonna. She was more slenderly proportioned, and younger, than Madge. I doubt that particular lady would read this comment. I don't remember your name, off hand, but if you're reading this, I wish you'd email me. I'd like to talk to you again. As a hint as to who you are, you told me that you live in a secure apartment, I think, with some guys. The next time I visited that place, I noticed that the adjacent building had burned down. That gave me a strange feeling that comes back, everytime I think of it.

The above blog entry was made on September 25, 2007.

By the way, 99, don't hesitate to get with me on your own initiative, expecting me to find you. The bigger challenge for me, in finding you, is the money. It could nickle and dime me to death, trying to locate you. I already have a strong hunch about what general area you'd be in. I haven't had steady work in going on three years. I suspect that you'd address me as Max, and maybe expect me to fulfill that idea by talking and seeming like him. I've already seen that in my mind, without trying. Someone said that Get Smart was the best tv series of all time, and I can hardly disagree with that. It wasn't so much funny as it was charming. I know 86 was there, when you did that photo shoot, that resulted in that photo I have of you. That's a clue that there are photos of him, from then, also. I plan to talk to you in person about that photo shoot. Agreed? Don't worry, I'd never want to betray you.

I just watched the Chuck tv pilot on Los Angeles' channel 4, from 8:00pm to 9:00pm. I didn't see myself anywhere. I'm wondering if maybe they might include me in one of the regular episodes. They did an alternate version of the conference room bomb scene. The one they shot, while I was there, had the bomb explode. In the final cut that aired tonight, the lead character, Chuck, successfully defused the bomb through a notebook computer, with the name, Irene Demova, who was supposedly an European porn star. They announced subsequent episodes, so they've already got Chuck in production, as a tv series.

The above blog entry was made on September 24, 2007.

It's Fall now, Jen the Hen. Maybe you'd like me to include a photo of you, on my adult page, in which you're not wearing any Fall leaves. Fall is the time for leaves to fall. You're a very private person? Wouldn't people understand that better if they saw your private stuff, so to speak? I couldn't resist mentioning this.

I'm thinking of putting an Avril Lavigne page in my adult area. I've got a whole set of photos that could go there. What do you think?

I just wrote and sent a nasty fax to Sen. H. R. Clinton. Her, and her cohorts', idiotic attitude, that makes them think they can mandate anything they want, namely insurance, is driving me berzerk. I've had it! You can read it in my politics blog entry for today. Click here => NO MANDATES, HILLARY!

Huh, I got a few odd phone calls tonight. The first two times I didn't answer, and no message was left on the machine. The third time, I answered, but my mother had already spoken, which I heard. I then heard the female-sounding voice say, "I guess I got the wrong number?." Notice the intonation on "number." I thought about the sound of her voice, and who she could be. I didn't think of anyone she sounded like, until the thought of Barbara Feldon came to mind. Oh! Do you think? I hope that was her. My mother didn't sound cordial, at that time of night. That must have been part of why she didn't ask for me, if that was her. She can send me an email if she wants. The problem with the email mode is that it can be hard to verify who it's really from. If she sends me an email, I think she can think of something to help convince me. I'd sure like to meet her and talk to her. She seems like such a phenomenal person. If she was you, thank you, 99. I'll always have a thing for you. I'd like to hear from you again soon. Very soon. The sooner the better. I'll never be able to sleep another wink, for the rest of my life, until I speak with you, 99. You'd never miss 86, with me around. OMG! I just thought of another symbolic coincidence. The number, 86, is restaurant jargon for being out of something. We are out of agent 86. In restaurant style talk, 86 is 86'ed. With him gone, 99, you need a replacement for him anyway, if you know what I mean. I'm waitning. Hurry. By the way, you still sound sexier than Hell. The sound of your voice, alone, can make me melt, like the wicked witch, in the Wizard of Oz. I already feel convinced that was you, 99. I'm now fully cuckoo for cocoa puffs, over missing my chance to talk to you. You must contact me successfully, 99. Don't disgrace Control. A Control agent always knows how to get through. I know. If I'm to replace 86, I ought to be able to track you down to your current address. Please excuse me if I show up without the traditional Maxwell Smart trench coat. I don't own a trench coat. I've never owned one in my entire life, believe it or not. I guess there's always a first time for that too.

They just mentioned the Maxwell Smart thing on the air, on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news. I wasn't listening carefully, but it didn't sound related to the other stuff she was saying. I think that was a allusion to this recent Barbara Feldon stuff here. See, that news crew pays attention to me.

The above blog entry was made on September 23, 2007.

We had a cloudbust here, where I'm at, in northern Orange County. It started at 11:56pm. That was very loud and very hard. It was a Summer rain, since the autumnal equinox, the beginning of Fall, is not till 2:51am, on Sunday morning. As I type this, we've got little more than 25 hours of Summer left.

You ought to see the Madonna photo I put in my adult page. It's the only one of that quality I've ever seen of her. It's phenomenal.

I didn't send in an email response to channel 13 tonight, because I was busy, and I wasn't familiar with the topic this time. I hadn't seen the report that the question of the night was based on.

The above blog entry was made on September 22, 2007.

I came across a mention of Barbara Feldon, who played agent 99, in Get Smart. I remember watching that in the 60's. Maybe I shouldn't say, but she's a year older than Joan Rivers. Her first wedding happened the year I was born. I found an . . . um . . . interesting black-and-white photo of her. It made my night.

The above blog entry was made on September 20, 2007.

Alright! They just read a good one of my email responses on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news. This time, the question of the night was: If you could be in one film, which one, and which role? Here's my reply, which Maria Quiban read on the air:

I'd like to be Ross, in a feature-length film of Friends.

Steve
[city name deleted]

I'm very pleased that they read that particular one, because it's about us, Jen the Hen. You know, I just realized something. History was just made, as far as we're concerned. Do you realize yet what it is? That reading of my email response was the first televised report related to the both of us, connecting the two of us as a couple, albeit a fictional story couple. What do you think? Are you going to give me your home address now? Come on, Jen. You can do it. Make yourself give me your address, Jennifer. You're too good to go to waste. You're not realizing your womanly potential without me. You need me. I'm on the floor, at your feet, begging you, and you're treating me like a dirtbag. You can do better than that. We both know you like me. I can tell.

The second anniversary of this, our blog, is near at hand. It's less than a week away.

The above blog entry was made on September 21, 2007.

I think Ms. Lauren Sanchez was playing with me again last night on her news show. She said, in regard to Steve of Burbank, that "Steve always has good responses?" She said it in her quizical way. She said it, sounding like she meant me, even though they said "Steve of Burbank." Come on, Lauren, I know you'd never confuse me with any other Steve. I didn't even send in a response, though. Another way they were apparently toying with my mind is that I couldn't hear them give the question of the night. I was listening at least as closely as usual, but I didn't hear them announce it. I didn't listen for it until almost half past eleven, though. You were clowning around, making an allusion to me, Lauren. Admit it. They like me so much, I ought to go over there, and not leave till they've given me some kind of position there. I'd say, "No, I'm not going anywhere until you're nice to me. Give me some work." Unfortunately, I could have to spend some time in jail after that. Oh . . . maybe I just figured it out. Maybe Lauren was making an allusion to her believing that I'm the other Steve, in a manner of speaking. That is to say, maybe she was hinting at my being the real Steve Bray, of at least some of that early Madonna stuff. You think? Thanks, Lauren. At least someone believes in me. Now, to get the rest of the television people to recognize me.

The above blog entry was made on September 19, 2007.

There's twofold good news, here. First, the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news has not been canceled. Second, Lauren Sanchez just read another one of my email responses on the air tonight (September 17, 2007). Afterwards she said, "we had fun?" I suppose she was referring to reading my response. Yes, Lauren, I know I sure had fun having you read my messages. The question of the night was approximately: What will be the outcome of the O. J. Simpson armed robbery case? Here's my email response, which was read on the air:

I think it boils down to whether or not they can conclude they've got enough evidence against O. J. to stick to their idea of taking him to trial for armed robbery. Since it's a felony, on conviction, I think he'd probably be facing some time in prison. I think he could conceivably get probation, though.

Steve
[city name deleted]

What do you think, Jen the Hen? Who gets more free press, you or I? I admit that I think you are probably getting more, or better quality, free press than myself. Help make me a star, so I can better compete with you for quality free press. I still say I'd have the audacity to visit you at home, uninvited, if I could somehow get my hands on your street address. It's so easy for you to send it to me by email. You've been perfectly aware of that all along, if that's any clue? Jennifer, you're one of the sex goddesses I've been worshiping. You must take that into consideration. You must adequately support your support base, namely me. It's so easy. Please come to your senses.

The above blog entry was made on September 18, 2007.

I wonder what happened. Tonight, there wasn't even a Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news show. I've got cable, so now I wonder if it was still broadcast throught the air. I doubt it. I hope they didn't cancel the 11:00pm spot for their news.

I removed the bulk of the Hillary and environmental stuff from this page. It made a big difference in the ads appearing, and not appearing, on this page. Browse around this page, and you'd see the difference.

Today is Dolores Costello's posthumous birthday. If she were still alive, she'd be 104 today. She was much younger than her ex-husband, John Barrymore. Those two were old-time actors. I recently contacted John Barrymore III, over the internet. So far, he hasn't had much to say to me.

I no longer feel right about supporting Hillary for president. She has got to stop trying to mandate insurance, or she's irreconcilably lost my support. The mandating of insurance is piracy, clearly. She must get off of that big-brother tactic nonsense.

The above blog entry was made on September 17, 2007.

My email response wasn't read on tv tonight. This time, the question of the night was: If you could own one piece of memorabilia, what would it be? Here's my answer:

Why, I'd own Madonna. That way I could get whatever I want from her, when I want it. Madonna is like memorabilia for me, personally.

Steve
[city name deleted]

At first, my answer was going to be "Jennifer Aniston," but I decided to put "Madonna" instead. Do you think I should have stuck to my first answer? You probably are better than Madonna.

The above blog entry was made on September 16, 2007.

The Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news read another one of my email responses tonight. The question this time was: What do you think of O. J. Simpson? Here's my email response, which they read on the air (Sept. 14, 2007):

I believe O. J. Simpson did it. Now he's living with the consequences.

Steve
[city name deleted]

They displayed my message in writing on the tv screen, but they left off "[city name deleted]." Why do you think they left off the "[city name deleted]?" You think my response was that controversial? Maybe O. J. would want to kill me, if he could figure out which Steve?

I just created a new global warming page, and transferred my global warming articles to it, to get them off of my home page. I've got a new widget pointing to the new page. It's in the usual places, at the bottom of the web pages.

I just saw mention of what looks like two consecutive nights of the Emmy Awards ceremony, each night with a different focus. Am I right? That's what it seemed like in the brief tv announcement. Tonight is the creative arts focus, and tomorrow is primetime whatever focus. If I'd been walking down the red carpet myself, I'd probably be more familiar with that acting award stuff.

It never fails that every time Reese Witherspoon is mentioned on tv, it reminds me of the her-and-I thing last New Year's celebration. Whew! Alright Reesy! See ya around again sometime. Am I making you jealous, Jen? If so, just say so, but to get me to stop, you'd have to treat me more like a real romantic partner. Don't you know how? Don't you want to? That's it? I can fink on Reesy's romantic rendevous because no one expects a Hollywood marriage to last anyway? It was kind of romantic, but not enough that way, if you ask me. Who would believe that the A-list broads would be showering me with such attentions, but they have been, Jen the Hen.

Am I going to escape the next civil court date with my life intact? Can you tell, Jen? If you talk to me, I can tell you what I'm doing in this timeframe. I just had a thought. My mother doesn't subscribe to the extra telephone services, like caller ID. If one of those calls were you, I wouldn't be able to get your phone number from the caller ID service, because we don't have that service in this house. Can you imagine your living someplace without those extra phone services? It's another part of the Hell I'm living.

The above blog entry was made on September 15, 2007.

It looks like it may be time to draw some sweeping conclusions. I just put in some visible traffic counters on five of these pages here. The first visible pattern is the relative popularity of the three main pages. The following is the apparent popularity rankings of the top three pages, in descending order of popularity, with the most popular page on top:

1. the home page
2. the Madonna blog
3. the Jennifer blog

Unfortunately, the Jennifer blog has far less traffic than the other two pages. What can I conclude from that, Jen the Hen? Don't people really love you? Now you've got a new stimulous for those tears, seen streaming down your cheek in the background photo. Poor Jennifer. If you want my opinion, in some ways, this Jennifer blog is the best page on the site. America just doesn't have good taste or good judgment in website information.

The above blog entry was made on September 14, 2007.

As you probably haven't noticed yet, I just put a visible hit counter, at the bottom of this page. I was trying to guess what style you'd approve of, but why should I even care, Jen the Hen? Suggestions? You'd like one that looks like it symbolizes my being dead, and out of your way? What do you think this one suggests? It is based on how you treated me, during our last encounter together, in West Hollywood. Get it yet? Hurry . . . I'm going to say . . . That style is called Sunset. That is the street that place is on. It also looks suggestive of a firey bottom. What was firey about your bottom that time? Well, it was, um, out there, but I didn't see it that time. I can't conclude that was an accident, Jen. That means you want to "marry" me? How so? Why haven't I seen you since?

The above blog entry was made on September 13, 2007.

OMG. What a coincidence. I keep coming across interesting Sarah Jessica Parker coincidences. Maybe that's an omen system that says she's got something to do with me, or that I've got something to do with her, somehow. What could it be? First, there was her face on the tv as some interesting thought coincidence was happening in my mind (I forgot what the thought was). Then, she appears in a billboard sign, for Sex and the City, very near western Anaheim Keno's, one of my old hangouts. Just now, I finally see the first meaningful bit of an episode of Sex and the City, and in that very scene, she is standing outside, by a bus with a Sex and the City sign on its side, which a black lady commented about. Not only that, I recently saw her in a perfume commercial, which I recognized from a prior, if you know what I mean. Guess what was interesting about her experience with that commercial? I don't feel like saying it here. So, what's next? This is mindblowing. If all of that is a set of signs that the lives of her and I are somehow meaningfully intertwined, I'd love to know in what way that's true. I'd love to have something to do with Sarah Jessica. Her marriage isn't a fake, is it? If she's interested, guess what. One guess. Have any ideas? Come on, Jen. You're both A-listers. You must be able to tell me something about all of this, especially with your Jen the Hen talents. But, you're still interested in me? Actually, I've pretty thoroughly stopped believing in that. It's still possible to change my mind about it, though.

Jennifer, hurry up, and give me your address. I've got talk to you in person, if you won't talk to me electronically. It's too hard to catch you somewheres, and I can't even afford to go there anymore. I know you like me as a person? You don't care if I can't feel sure about that, even after all our being together? I've got to talk reason into you, Jen. Talk to me.

Jill is back to work at Good Day LA, so the show is all the more interesting again. Welcome back, Jill. Talk to me, Jill.

The above blog entry was made on September 11, 2007.

I sometimes think about discontinuing this blog, but I've got a lot of general stuff on this page. I can hardly expect that you'd do me the courtesy of remarking to me, yourself.

The above blog entry was made on September 10, 2007.

I scored another one. They just read another one of my email responses to their question of the night, on the air, on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news (September 8, 2007). This time, the question was: Have you ever been discriminated against, and if so, how? Here's my response, which they read on the air:

Yes, I believe I've been discriminated against in the workplace, due to my being Caucasion.

Steve
[city name deleted]

I kind of hated to bring up the issue again, but they did ask a question about discrimination. That happened to be a personal example I could think of, so that's the kind of answer I sent them.

The above blog entry was made on September 9, 2007.

Tonight, on E! News, at the end of the show, the guy said "Giuliana DePandi Rancic," saying the "Rancic" part in a quizzical tone. I could almost swear that was to make another allusion to me, as being hers. After all, if she's not Rancic, whose is she? She did say she was mine, a year or so back. Now what am I going to do? Jennifer, talk to me. Please. I believe my email links work. Please use one of them to talk to me, unless you'd prefer to call me. Hurry, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on September 8, 2007.

I've become a self-described political lobbyist, both statewide and nationwide. I just faxed Gov. Arnold, asking him to not sign any bills into law which would ban lead ammunition anywhere in the state. I told him it looks like a farse, that would probably have the objective of an eventual statewide ban on lead ammunition. I told him that lobbyists are liars, just like politicians are liars. I told him that he and I must stand together in defending the Second Amendment and all other items of the U. S. Bill of Rights. I had no intention of faxing Arnold before going to bed tonight, but when I checked my inbox, I found an urgent request to petition Gov. Schwarzenegger immediately, because it was said that the bill was expected to be on Arnold's desk later today, for his signature or veto. I sure hope he vetoes the lead ammunition ban. The Second Amendment is important. Dishonest politicians have tried every trick in the book to get the Second Amendment abolished.

While I'm on the subject, I ought to add that I have a stack of other requests to petition politicians for various causes. I've been caught up in my other concerns, or I would have faxed those out already. I've contacted politicians quite a bit over the last many months. Like I just said, I'm now a self-described political lobbyist. I wish there were money in lobbying. I'm afraid there's not for me, at this time. Boo hoo.

The above blog entry was made on September 7, 2007.

I just came across a photo of Brangelina, and the caption says, "Foro de Brangelina," which means, "forum of Brangelina," in Spanish. I read the message with that posted picture, which referred to them as the "favorite couple." What hit me, then, was that you've lost your "favorite couple" status, by leaving Brad. Don't you miss that? Don't you feel less special now that you're just that actress, Jennifer? Maybe that's why you were going for the high-profile type? Maybe you're aching to regain some kind of special-couple status?

I don't mean to make you feel bad, by saying this, but I was just having a thought, the other day. I was thinking about what may have been your motivation to say that you wouldn't take Brad back, even if he crawled back. Forgive me for saying so, but I suspect that you said that to try to uninjure your wounded pride at being abandoned by Brad. I now believe that it was more his idea than yours, Jen. I don't think you'd be able to convince me of the contrary. I draw that conclusion from my special kind of insight. I feel bad for you, Jennifer. How would I know, because when was I ever you? You have no idea about that? I've been you, in my own kind of way. It seems that everyone, who has multiple relationships over time, ends up feeling hurt at some time. That was your turn at feeling hurt. You joined the crowd, so to speak. So, now what will it take, to help you get over it? You probably believe that another choice relationship would help. To fill a void like that, you'd probably want another high-profile actor, despite your claim that you're just plain old simple Jen, who'd be happy to hang out at a greesy spoon restaurant, rather than an upscale hangout. Deep inside of you, you feel something else. You feel the need to save face, and reclaim your former glory. On that assumption, I'm not completely confident that you'd ever be able to fully recover from your split-up with Brad. It looks, to me, that you're now faced with the necessity of adjusting, in order to cope with your new life. Even if you win a high-profile actor as a new relationship partner, you'd probably never be referred to as the "favorite couple," unless that relationship was a reunion with Brad, himself. I suspect that Brad has pretty much monopolized that relationship status, for himself and whomever he may be with at any given time. If he and Angelina were to split up, the "favorite couple" status would probably be applied to Brad and whoever his then partner would be, at such time. So, do you agree that I've figured it, and you, out, Jennifer?

The above blog entry was made on September 6, 2007.

You haven't a kind bone in your Jen-the-Hen body, do you?

I was recently tempted to remove the Giuliana page. The reason I haven't, is that I put that story about the UFO's there. The UFO theme matches that background photo, and the Giuliana theme, both. You'd know that if you visited that page, and read that part.

The above blog entry was made on September 5, 2007.

So, you wouldn't take Brad back? Even if he crawled back, you'd tell him to fuck off? That leads one to suspect, or believe, that you were the one who canceled that marriage, rather than Brad. Angie is said to be loyal to Brad. Maybe they would last? That thing on tv about him, recently, was interesting. They said that Brad likes the Big Easy, because people will just say "hi," and continue on their way, without bothering them. Does that remind you of someone? You think? There is something about that time, in a different part of this city. It reminds me of that idea. It came to me from a prior something.

Do try to be nice to me, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on September 4, 2007.

Another one of my email responses was just read on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news (September 1, 2007). This time, the question of the night was: What was the most shocking video you've ever seen? Here's my resonse, which Liz Habib read on the air:

The most shocking video I've ever seen was of a raccoon being skinned alive.

Steve

I'd have been lying, if I had answered something else. I felt affected by that one, during and immediately after I saw it. My body was revved up in shock mode, of sorts. I had to wind down from that one.

I've been having an odd feeling about that Owen Wilson thing. Courtney Love has been on tv commenting about it, and all that. It seems odd to have her connected with the story, since her late husband committed suicide also. Now this. What makes me feel even odder is that the name "Steve" is connected with this story. Does the name "Steve remind you of anyone? Don't think too hard. Thought of anyone yet? An allusion?

I was just browsing the Master File web pages, linked to from my sitemap page. I clicked to the Sovereign States page. There are fifty links, one to each state website. What I noticed by visiting every one of the state websites, is that 20% of the governors in the U. S. are women. There are 10 lady governors out of the possible 50. Here's the list of the 10 with ladies as governors: Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, Kansas, Louisiana, Michigan, and Washington. Three-fourths of the states that start with an "A" have lady governors. That's three out of four for the "A" states. What's also interesting is the name of the lady governor of Michigan, Jennifer M. Granholm. Notice the "M" innitial after "Jennifer." Does that remind you of anything? What about the last name, "Granholm?" I'll be nice, and give you two guesses. Maybe you only need one? Her being the Michigan governor is also interesting, because that's the reputed home state of Madonna. It's also the reputed home state of the other Steve Bray. I am, of course, the real original Steve Bray. I admit that I'm not from Michigan. I'm the original Steve Bray, though. That Master File web document is kind of lengthy, but it's worthwhile reading. It says some things that people need to be aware of. If you've been reading and paying attention to my own political philosopyhy, as I've written here, you'd see some things I believe that are in common with what's in that Master File document. The U. S. is blindly in the process of going down the tubes. People have to wake up, and pay attention to what's going on. It's an emergency.

The above blog entry was made on September 2, 2007.

It got up to an even hundred degrees, in the shade, here earlier (Aug. 31, 2007). I was thinking maybe it'd reach 95 or so. It was the hottest I've seen it here all Summer this year.

I just read some articles about your ex-boyfriend, Paul Sculfor. It seems like you two are through, from what I read. That feels like good news for me, but now there's that Bradley Cooper to think about. I wonder what I'll find out about him. All about me? When am I going to be able to believe that, Jen the Hen?

You're just contentedly sipping cappuccinos, and doing pilates to burn them off? No, you're doing them to show off? You're also thinking about how many boyfriends you could come up with to tease me remotely? Such is the carefree life for Jennifer?

Got any plans for the Labor Day weekend, which has just arrived thirty-six minutes ago, by my clock? I guess I'll be miserable the whole time. I hope you won't be off to London again, to visit Paul, if Bradley is busy. You're really through with Paul? Someone said you wanted to raise a family, and he didn't. Whew, that was getting heavy quick.

Maybe I'll just sit around and die of the heat, like they do in Chicago sometimes. After all, Chicago has become symbolic for me, after The Breakup, just like it's symbolic for you.

By the way, the second anniversary of this blog is coming up this month. I'll try to remember to mention it on the day of the anniversary.

It was just the sixth anniversary of the UFO extravaganza in the sky, here, on the 31st of August. Did you read about it in the newer version of the Giuliana DePandi page here? I swear it's a true story. That was the same year, 2001, and just before 9/11. What a coincidence. You think? I've only got links to that page from the bottom of the home page and from the sitemap page. I removed the links from the other pages. Giuliana is getting married later today, on September the first. That Giuliana is disappointing me, after she conceded to me, about a year or more ago, that she's mine. It looks like she came up with other plans anyway. Women just don't care about me, do they, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on September 1, 2007.

The last couple of days I was very busy fixing up some technical details of this website, and of my computer. Everything's better than ever now. I wonder how much of the technical stuff the celebs do for themselves. They could haul their computers into the shop, but even that is technical, unless it's a laptop model.

I just heard a mention of you on tv earlier, and they said your last name in a quizical tone. Was that to suggest the idea of your being married? I don't think anyone would think you're married at this time. Maybe they meant that word that awful symbolic way, if you know what I mean. Do you think that was a reaction to my calling you a tease, in yesterday's entry? If that's where they got the idea, it goes to show that some of them do pay attention to what I say here. I hope I didn't destroy your reputation. I'm not trying to ruin you. Maybe I should delete the remark.

You didn't call me, so now the whole wide world knows about it, because I just said so here. Don't you hate me for putting our personal business up for public inspection? If you'd give me your phone number, I wouldn't have to.

Ciao, again, Jen the Hen.

I was looking at a photo of you, on a sidewalk someplace, holding a phone and wearing flip-flops. I thought of a picture comment for it. How's this:

They just said, a while back on tv, that flip-flops are bad for you. Do you want me to stop sounding like your mother? Good; you do want me. I'll be right over.

I was just noticing some coincidences relating to us:

1. You were married the day after my 42nd birthday.
2. You were born the day before my sister's 23'rd birthday.
3. You have a relative with the name, Grieco. So do I. He's an actor, too. You may have heard of him.
4. Speaking of dates, we did have those date-like encounters. Remember? When's the next one?

This is mind-blowing. I just looked up Bradley Cooper, your reputed boyfriend. What strikes me as interesting, to begin with, is that he is the lead actor, portraying "Steve," in an in-production film called All about Steve. My own name is "Steve." Remember? That reminds me of the film you did with Vince Vaughn, who played a Polish person, with a Polish surname. I'm half Polish, and have a Polish surname. Remember? All films you do, from now on, will be allusions to your being irrevocably mine, mine mine? Well, put your new marriage license where your film trend is, if that's what you want. Okay? You just want to live with me forever? Well, at least give me your home address, so I can show up for it. How are we going to live together, otherwise? You must make sense, Jen the Hen. I can't expect more appropriate conduct, than that, from a hen? You're a real hen, then? He missed his graduation commencement. So did I. When I graduated from high school, in 1976, after I got my red robe for the commencement, I decided I didn't want to attend it. I regret not showing up for my high school graduation commencement. I did attend my college graduation commencement, which was held in 1989, but I graduated from that college in December of 1988. Maybe there are more coincidences? I'm about to read his mini-bio. One moment. OMG. His current wife is named "Jennifer." Her last name is, or was, "Esposito," of all the names. That name looks like it could mean "spouse" in some language. Actually, it is a surname that used to be given to children who were abandoned, in Italy. It is derived from a Latin verb meaning "to place outside," like the children were booted out of the house. She's being abandoned, just like that name has meant. That Jennifer is also an actress. He just wants a different Jennifer? He's tired of the old one? You seem to be going after the younger men now. He was just handy? He was just a handy symbolic placeholder for me? Hurry, Jen.

The above blog entry was made on August 30, 2007.

If I had had more time lately, I would have looked up the name of your reported boyfriend. I've been busy, as usual. Being the typical woman, more or less, you like to make your boyfriends jealous. You have more than one way to doing that. Is that the routine you're into, with your latest one? Poor Vince would have been better off without you. So, you found a new sucker.

Maybe I'll see you around sometime, at some Hollywood estate, if you don't get me blackballed from everyone in your friends list. Ciao, for now.

The above blog entry was made on August 29, 2007.

Success again. They just read another one of my email responses on the Los Angeles, 11:00pm, channel 13 news. This time, the question of the night was: Are there so many acting awards that they have lost their significance? Here's my email response, which they read on the air (I wish his voice wouldn't drop towards the end.):

Maybe people find it hard to be interested in all of those award events. I don't think they've lost their significance, though. I think it increases the opportunity for more actors to get any awards at all, by reducing the competition, in some cases.

Steve

I get a lot of my responses read on the air. At least it's something. That's the most exposure my messages have been getting lately.

You're not obsessed with getting all the publicity you can, or you'd send them email responses too?

The above blog entry was made on August 27, 2007.

I was going to tell you about what they just said on the Los Angeles, 11:00pm, channel 13 news. They said that one of the tabloids (The Enquirer, I think), reported that Brangelina is about to break up. Whoever it was said that Brad is planning to take Shiloh with him. I posted a bulletin someplace, and right away the Brad page responded, telling me that it's not true. Well, what do you think, Jen the Hen? A recent tv report said that Brad still loves you. So do I, Jen. This all reminds me of that bizarre thought that was crossing my mind in 2005, that maybe now I'll steal all of Brad's women, as he meets new ones over time. Maybe it was divine revelation, that thought crossing my mind? If so, that lends credence to a Brangelina breakup, otherwise how would I steal Angie? I'm willing to spare Brad from such a breakup. You can help me spare Brad from breaking up with Angelina by your treating me like a real relationship partner. What's taking you, Jen? Neither of us have forever. It couldn't have been your jealousy over Giuliana, could it? I think it's even less likely to be jealousy over Madonna. So, what is it? It's just that you hate me?

Oh, I just had a thought! Jealousy over Reese? You can't believe Reese and I have a thing going on? Then why don't I seem like we don't? I never got Reese home either, but I wasn't exactly trying. Maybe she would agree, though. Hurry, and grab me, then, before Reese does, Jen.

I've was having another thought about you recently. Maybe you're just seeing guys to make me jealous? That doesn't seem plausible. You've had every opportunity to talk to me, but you've been staying away.

The above blog entry was made on August 26, 2007.

Did you read what I just said to Madonna, about her feeding me to the sharks? There is an elaborate system poised to ponce on me. I'm a sitting duck, but you don't care about me any more than Madonna, do you?

Isn't the above description, of what it's like to see Reese, precious? Seeing you that first time was like that too, Jen the Hen. That time I saw you on New Year's was both anticlimactic and over the top, if you know what I mean. You like the over-the-top part, if you get it? You get it in more ways than one? Okay, so may I presume, or conclude, that at least two of those mystery phone calls, over the many months, were you? Well, I need to ask a favor of you, Jen. Call me, in the morning, when you know I'll be waiting and ready to answer. Use your psychic Jen the Hen powers, to do me this favor. I was thinking about your supposed boyfriend, whose name I didn't quite hear, and was thinking that I've lost you again. Well, I was just thinking again that it can't be carved in stone. You'll always be mine in at least our special little way. Don't prove that you don't care about me. Call me, Jennifer.

The above blog entry was made on August 23, 2007.

I think I may have seen Reesy weesy Witherspoon Saturday. She sure shows up places. The following picture illustrates the idea.
Reese and I theme

That's not really me on the left, but that gives an idea of what it's been like seeing Reese around.

The above blog entry was made on August 20, 2007.

Be advised that if you're in cahoots with the government goons, who are trying to destroy me, you're a major world oppression criminal, Jen the Hen. Watch the political commentary video, at the top of this page, about One World Order, for clues about what I'm talking about. The video expresses some worries I've found myself with, over the years. It expresses some concerns, I arrived at independently.

Don't forget to wish Madonna an unhappy birthday, Jen the Hen. Maybe you could pick up something really disgusting to give her for her birthday present. Make sure it's something she wouldn't like, though. Don't give her the sales slip, if you'd have one. It's tough. That's how it goes for someone who's never wished me a happy birthday in my entire life.

The above blog entry was made on August 16, 2007.

Yippee time. The wizard, that I am, of getting my email responses read on tv, has done it again. The Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news just read my email response to their question of the night, which was, "Will you buy and read If I did it? Here's my response, which they read on the air tonight (August 14, 2007):

Yes, I definitely plan to buy a copy and read it. I pretty much expect to be able to tell you if he did it, and how he did it, after I've read it. I'm eager to get my hands on a copy.

Steve

Now, Jennifer, how am I going to live long enough to get ahold of a copy and read it? The pseudo-government is really trying to kill me. I realize you are perfectly satisfied to watch, from a distance, as they annihilate me. I can't expect any help from you.

I wrote a message to Paris Hilton, about a week ago. She responded by a comment on tv. There was a tv spot in which they said, "Paris read her mail." That had to mean my message to her. That was right on the heels of my having sent her that message that I sent her. A short time after that, she was seen in a not-entirely-conservative outfit of an expensive-looking top and hot pants. For her, that's conservative. They remarked that she may have shifted more conservative (in dress). This is another case in point that the Hollywood elite pays attention to me. You must have figured that out some time ago, Jen the Hen. Are you enjoying my calling you "Jen the Hen?" I'm not sure I want you to say so, if not, because I'm enjoying calling you that.

Okay, here's another idea. You just lightened your hair, and you don't like blondes. So, you're implying that you hate yourself? You're trying to get your hair color to match how you feel about yourself? You didn't mean yourself, when you said something about not liking blondes? If that had something to do with me, I want to know. Hurry, Jen. You're just trying to attract someone you'd really be interested in? That's seeming to get closer to the truth. I'm zeroing in on it, I think.

Here's a follow up. It seems Steve Edwards was wrong. I didn't see Jillian on Good Day LA last monday. How did he get that wrong? Maybe she called in to say, "No way?"

The above blog entry was made on August 15, 2007.

I know you're too much of a rich bitch to get up early enough to watch Good Day LA, on channel 11, from 7:00am to 10:00am, Monday through Friday, but I still want to tell you something. Earlier today, Steve Edwards implied that Jillian will be back on the show Monday morning. He said that she would have been back today, but they figured they'd let her finish the week at home, since it was Friday. If she's not back Monday, blame Steve Edwards, not me. The news came from him.

The above blog entry was made on August 11, 2007.

They just had a tv story on you tonight. They showed a recent photo of you, with blonde hair, and with dark hair underneath. That reminds me of Madonna lightening her hair. Is that what it's supposed to mean? If so, that means something even further? I'm not sure what that'd mean. You can tell me.

I think I inspired that Britney pool thing recently. It was unintentional, though. That's alright. Maybe that could have done some good somehow. I hope she doesn't lose custody of her kids. I hate the government meddling with people's families unnecessarily.

I guess I won't hear from you anytime soon, because I suppose you can't wait for me to die, to be rid of me. So it's been for me.

I only got 6 cents credit for my website ads last month. I suspect the dishonest lawyers and politicians have been at work interfering with my ability to make a living, to enable them to close in for the kill. My alltime sum total advertizing credit, with Google, only comes to $27.17 so far, since some time in November. I can't even get a check for those ads until the balance reaches a minimum of $50.00. At this rate, I could die of old age before the balance would exceed $50.00. There's been behind-the-scenes mischief against me. There's no other conclusion to draw from that.

The above blog entry was made on August 10, 2007.

Hurray! I did it again. I got another one of my email responses read on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news (August 6, 2007). This time, the question was: Should the Villaraigosa/Salinas affair be further investigated or allowed to fade away? Here's my email response, which was read, on the air, by Lauren Sanchez:

Their affair issue should definitely be allowed to fade away. It never should have been considered the business of the public. People aren't respecting civil liberties, in contesting such a thing.

Steve

She commented on my reply, by saying approximately that she often agress with me, but she disagrees; that Villaraigosa is a public official, and that it's for public consumption. Well, actually, I agree with the both of us. She made a good point, which I already thought of and believed, that public officials shouldn't be sneaking things, while pretending to be above it all. That's very true, from the standpoint of a democracy. They shouldn't be hypocrites. The point I was trying to make was merely that people should live and let live. With my response, what I had in mind was more along the lines of Villaraigosa being a person, rather than an official. If it's not hypocritical for him to cheat on a wife, and didn't try to present his character as otherwise, then he could be considered under the more general idea of that situation, as it would apply to the general public. If an official acts and speaks like a morality zealot, then such an affair would definitely be for the extensive scrutiny of the public. The public should know of someone's two-faced hypocrisy. On the other hand, one could argue that anything and everything in the lives of officials should be public, so that they cannot parade around in two-faced privacy of evil deeds, ill will, bad ideas, bad associations, etc. My response was based on my burning irration and anger over many people disrespecting personal civil liberties in general. Yes, there definitely shouldn't be any ban on coverage of the deeds of public officials. I agree there, in general.

You know what? The prude law advocacy creeps got another prude law passed in Huntington Beach. That proposed city ordinance against public nudity was passed on Monday, the 6th. All prude laws are piracy and anti-human rights violations, and a deprivation of rightful civil liberties.

Maybe you've noticed my message to Madonna for today. If you want to contact me yourself, feel free to, Jen.

The above blog entry was made on August 7, 2007.

How's everything with you, Jen the Hen? Have you fluttered by, wings flapping, onto the surface of the pool, for a Summer cool-off lately? No, but you've gone to the beach, as usual? This background photo of you crying is heart-rending. You're in the business of breaking people's hearts, by making them see you crying on the screen.

I heard, the other day on tv, that Paris is looking for a buyer of her current house. They said she wants 4.25 million dollars for it. They said she paid two point some million for it when she bought it. You're loaded. If you do an Arnold, that is, if you want to make a real estate investment, you could buy her house, and then sit on it until you could find an offer of more than you would have paid for it yourself. How's that for an idea? You could market it on the idea that it's special, since it's one of the houses Paris has owned and lived in. I might be interested in buying it for that purpose, if I had your kind of money.

The above blog entry was made on August 6, 2007.

Why do you think Diane Keaton went to the trouble to meet me at the Chuck tv pilot? I didn't have a clue in the world that I'd meet her there. I'm glad I met her, though. Now I've got another puzzle to figure out.

The above blog entry was made on July 29, 2007.

If I may be so bold as to wish such a thing:

The above blog entry was made on July 28, 2007.

You know what? Remember that lady I sat next to, at that tv pilot job, earlier this year, called Chuck? Well, she really was Diane Keaton. I'm certain of it.

Oops. I forgot to post, here, the email I got read on tv on the 25th. This time the question was: Should the DEA stop enforcing against medical marijuana? Here's my reply, which was read on the air, on the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news (Wednesday, July 25, 2007):

Yes, I say: Repeal all restrictions on drugs, and let people decide for themselves what to take. Let them have their marijuana, if they want it.

Steve

They read it, and it was relatively revolutionary/radical! Yippee!

The above blog entry was made on July 27, 2007.

Don't let anything I say to you bother you. Everyone has ups and downs. Wild horses couldn't drag away my sentimental feelings about you, Jennifer. Not even your being characteristically mean to me could change my feelings towards you, in the long run. Please excuse the last remark, but maybe I needed to say it, for the sake of being candid about it all.

Promise me you won't get jealous over the next thing I tell you. No, on second thought, please promise me you will get jealous over it. You know the Married with Children show, which of course is in reruns only now? Well, I never was a regular watcher of that show. A little earlier, I tuned late into one episode. In it, Marcie served a meal to Steve, who was in bed. I hadn't realized that coincidence in those two names, as a character couple, in that show. As you know, my name is Steve. What's interesting about the name, Marcie, is that I acted a class scene with a Marcie, back in Fall of 2005, in one of my college acting classes of then. Coincidentally, that scene felt far more genuine to me that any other scene I'd ever acted in any of the acting classes I've ever taken, so far. How's that for a coincidence. It was a romantic scene, too. What's even more interesting, overall, is that I've been with her outside of class someplace, on occasion. At the risk of seeming presumptuous, I'm not at all convinced she's not interested in me, romantically, to put it simply. I believe I've got more than one woman interested, despite possible outward appearances. Okay . . . well . . . are you feeling jealous yet? Just give you a minute . . . you're infuriated . . . you just stomped your right foot down hard on the floor. Oh! The nerve! Your face is red, and showing your anguish. That's not hard to picture. I see it in my mind, Jen. Now, tears are forming in your eyes, and you put your right hand to your face, and are gently sobbing. Did I get it right? Jen, you could have said something? I'm still here, waiting.

The above blog entry was made on July 26, 2007.

I hate to ruffle your Jen the Hen feathers, but my life has been so stressful. I hate to say anything that could bother you, really.

The above blog entry was made on July 25, 2007.

I realize there's nothing in the world you'd like better than to have me strung up to drip dry, or until dead. One would expect that treatment from Madonna, but from you? Now I believe it. Well, there's something you can do, at least to put on a false show to the contrary, Jen. I've got a life-and-death meeting about my debt, on the 25th. Of course, you wouldn't be inclined to show up. After all, why? To prevent those impersonators from trashing my mind, pretending I'm nuts? You don't even care about your own safety, so I can't expect you to care about mine. Basically, you're nuts yourself, Jen. I'm not nuts, but with your being nuts yourself, you can't fathom my not being nuts. I suspect you think it's a good thing for people to be vicimized by violent gangster bozos pretending to be government officials. There's no such thing as a government official. They're all liars, so that nixes any possibility of their legitimacy. They're all violent frauds. Well, if those gangster bozos mess me up, I'm letting you know in advance that it's on your silly Jennifer head, Jen. It would be largely your fault, and people wouldn't even care, would they, Jen? Why don't you contact me for the details? It's an emergency for me. It's at 1:30pm.

I just read a stack of articles, on the internet, about Brad and Angelina possibly being over, Jen. The last article in the series was the clincher. It made the most positive statement in that direction, and if true, so it is. In some of those articles, they said that Brad still loves you, Jen. They said he was using you for moral support, to comfort him in his time of relationship troubles with Angelina. One of those articles also said, clearly, that Brad dumped you, and that you were experiencing humiliation over it. One of the articles said that your fling with Vince helped you to regain some self-esteem, in the wake of being dumped. Now I've been filled in. Now I know. It's about time I found all that info. If I were so bold and audacious, I'd say something like:

If Angie is really dumping Brad, I sure hope she's interested in me.

Somehow, I doubt both of those ideas. About my financial problems, if you thought you could, you'd probably pay them to be mean to me. That's about what you think of me, Jen.

The above blog entry was made on July 23, 2007.

I'll tell you what the civil case against me is about. It's a political crime against me, in a series of political crimes that have been waged against me for decades. I believe the bozo lawyers are in cahoots with the court. They're a crime syndicate that commit crimes under color of office. They have zero legitimacy. They ought to be executed.

I'm now suspecting you of mischief, Jennifer.

The above blog entry was made on July 22, 2007.

Now, for the Los Angeles, channel 13, 11:00pm news email question of the night (07-18-07): Should automakers supply GPS info, to help catch fugitives, or should they stay out of it? They didn't read my email response on the air. They've never read my particularly revolutionary comments on the air, I suppose because they'd be trying to keep their bozo pseudo-do-good points, which they are not truly earning, by their reluctance to report honestly accurate points of view. Here's the response I sent in:

THEY SHOULD STAY OUT OF IT, ABSOLUTELY, BY ALL MEANS !!! The system spawns all trouble and crime on earth. If it weren't for government, there wouldn't be crime as we know it, or as we envision it. Industry must not betray the consumer, and they must not be called upon to betray the consumer. PERIOD !!!

Steve

Did I state this forcefully enough, or should I have said what I wished I could say? See, keep this in mind: Government is the main crime on earth. Every other so-called crime is just someone minding his own business, trying to get by, by comparison. This reminds me of the Gadsden flag, of early New England history. Here it is:

Gadsden flag - early New England history

This also reminds me of the comments, in recent times, by those of the Los Angeles so-called police department, with regard to hidden cameras, to the effect that, "if you didn't do anything wrong, you have nothing to worry about." Well, that is sheer rubbish, as there is no such thing as honesty; human nature doesn't contain that property. So, what we've got, parading around as authority, are incredibly violent gangsters, who ought to be stripped of their power through execution. Nothing less could possibly suffice. I don't care who in the hell they think they are, they haven't got it. All government people are false personators of authority. They should all be axed. There is no excuse for their parading around, pretending to have character superior to anyone else's character. They are all utter frauds. They have earned no mercy, and should be shown no mercy. So, what answer should one have for those who uttered the above crime against reason, about not having anything to worry about? Well, action speaks louder than words. If they want to talk like they don't know, it's kind of tough shit. They shouldn't be spared. They are the violators against reason and against man. They deserve no answer in words. The only answer they should have coming is execution for crimes against freedom and against reason. They are not the good guys, clearly. They are not entitled to circumvent real freedom, by calling it, or implying it, to be a safety violation. They ought to have their utterly criminal, disrespectful asses kicked, thoroughly. I've said this many times: They are all false personators of authority; all authority is bogus. By rights, they shouldn't survive their punishment. Piracy can still be considered a capital offense, and they are all pirates. Does that explain it any better? Their uniforms are, in effect, a wearable version of the Jolly Roger pirates' flag. The squad car is the same, as far as being a symbol of piracy. The other members of government ought to be executed alongside of them, for legitimizing them. That's complicity in that piracy crime. Either you're for real freedom, or you die. It couldn't be any simpler. It's beyond the imaginings, of the typical person, how criminal so-called government really is. The typical life-term prison inmate is far more honest than the typical government person. Why would you want to put such inhuman living shit in uniform, to lay down the law for the rest of us?

The above blog entry was made on July 19, 2007.

The prude law gang attacked again, this time in Huntington Beach. They just created a city ordinance, to make public nudity illegal in Huntington Beach. May Satan have severe punishments for all who participated in the creation of that ordinance. They should burn in hell, for going backwards. Law is not a human right; it's oppression. They are guilty of capital oppression. May Satan not spare them any suffering in hell, for they have earned no mercy.

The following message is in response to a query bulletin from someone, which stated just, "Hey, talk.":

I'd love to. So, you're militant about drugs? Know what I'm militant about? Prude-law advocacy. As a case in point, the prude gangsters just made public nudity illegal in Huntington Beach. Did you see that story on the tv news the last couple of days? They were really misreporting the quality of the so-called law-enforcement, by making it seem like the so-called police were observing the letter of the law, which of course is shear bullshit. The so-called police have always been violent enforcers of that prudishness, even without a law. As the official Satan, I have officially sentenced all those responsible for the passing of that so-called law to eternity in the bad version of Hell. They get no mercy from me.

So, now you'd probably tell me you're glad they passed that so-called law. What do you say?

Steve
ps: I really am officially, genuinely Satan; the Satan. I take my bow.

They can go to Hell, pun (as in punishment) intended.

The above blog entry was made on July 17, 2007.

Besides going to some readings of stage plays lately, I also attended a couple of produced plays in the Hollywood area, over the last couple of months or so. They both contained nudity. This was a first for me. I heard about such plays on tv decades ago, but unfortunately, I didn't pursue the matter, as far as my personal attendance goes. I regret not having gone to such plays starting many years ago. The one I saw about a couple of months ago, featured an all-nude lady during one scene, but the man, of that two-person play, wasn't nude. The more recent play I saw featured an all-nude man (the younger of the two actors), with the older man only being seen nude through the frosted glass of a door, for a short time. Neither of the ladies in that one appeared nude at all. That's a shame, considering how ultra-hot-looking the younger lady, Meghan Maureen McDonough, looks. She looked burning hot in her clothes. I was truly disappointed to not have the chance to peer underneath that garb she was wearing. She has appeared completely naked in a play called Stripped, but very unfortunately for me, I haven't seen that play. How I'd like to catch that play, if she'd be in it again. Whew !!! How can I express how good she looked, even with her clothes on? I may as well lie down in a grave now. Not catching a glimpse of her naked excellence has destroyed my being. I suppose I can be considered dead now. I think I'd accept even roles in which I'd appear naked, but I'm not close enough to Hollywood to make auditioning my routine. I'd be happy to have the opportunity to audition every week, between jobs. As it is, I still can't afford the $20.00, round-trip, for fuel to get to and from an audition, each time. I've really been in a predicament that way.

That reminds me of the last time I was with you, Jen. I believe you deliberately snuck that time of undress, somewheres, when you believed I wouldn't be looking. That was the only time you weren't dressed that time, that I observed. I know that was a message to me, Jen. What does it mean? If it means you are interested in being mine, why haven't you acted like it? I know, you were playing with my mind again. I don't even have your address, to know where to visit you.

The above blog entry was made on July 15, 2007.

Like I just mentioned in the Madonna blog, I just digitally remastered an old coon song from 1911. It's playing in my home page right now. Listen to it. It's historical.

I have a hunch about Jillian Baberie Reynold's baby. Back in May, I sent messages to both Jill and Dorothy, at myfoxla. I told them I had a vision of Jill's baby arriving on the 6th or the 16 th. I said I felt compelled to conclude that the 6th was the more accurate of the two. No one told me when she was due to deliver. Well, today I just found a mention, on the internet, that Jill's baby is/was due today, the 7th. That's close. I have a hunch that her baby has already arrived, because I just tried to log in to the website, to make another contest guess about when her baby would arrive, and got the message that my user id doesn't exist. I hope that means that Jill's baby has already arrived on time. If so, congratulations, Jill. I hope everything went well for the both of you.

The above blog entry was made on July 7, 2007.

The Los Angeles channel 13 11:00 pm news just read another one of my email responses (July 8, 2007). This time, the question was: If you designed a plane, or ran an airline, what luxury would you include? Here's my response, which was read on the air:

If I designed a small prop plane, I'd design a special corrosion-resistant, heavy muffler for it. So many small planes have no muffler, as evidenced by the loud engine noise they make.

Steve

Yeah, my plane would be so quiet, no one would be able to hear it from more than, maybe, 10 feet away from it. That's easily within technology. Maybe all my designs would be better, somehow. My only college degree is in engineering. I really do think like an engineer, believe it or not.

Remember my prediction of the date of arrival of Jill's baby? Well, even though the baby wasn't expected until the 7th, my prediction of her arrival on the 6th came true anyway, to the very day! Here's a bulletin I just posted someplace:

Maybe you'll be convinced now. Another one of my psychic predictions just came true. Back in May, I predicted that Jillian Barberie Reynold's baby girl would arrive on the 6th. I was right. She arrived at about 5:00am on Friday, the 6th of July. Hurray! I'm good. Maybe now you'll believe me.

Steve

By the way, the baby's name is Ruby Raven Reynolds. I'm not sure of the spellings. I just heard the name on Good Day LA this morning.

I'm the only real wonder of the world. I should be in the list of new wonders of the world. There was a discussion of that on tv recently, about what should be in that list. If I remember right, that was on the 11:00 pm, channel 13 Los Angeles news. The ancient Egyptian pyramids were my projects. They are the only original wonders of the world still standing. I, the great one behind it all, am the true wonder of the world. I take my bow. I'm trying to decide if I should talk Dr. Hawass into continuing with the Valley of the Kings excavations. I told him recently that I am the great one. I informed him that the curse of the mummy is real, not a myth. I hate to make the claim that I can keep him and his workers out of harm's way, with regard to the curse. It's a tall order for me, at this precise moment, in my current situation. I am the great one though. I'm good.

The above blog entry was made on July 9, 2007.

Here's a very interesting true story about an unfortunate racoon. It's must reading. Read it here.

The above blog entry was made on July 5, 2007.

KCOP didn't read my email response this time. You can read it in my Madonna blog, by clicking here.

The above blog entry was made on July 4, 2007.

Success again. Another one of my email responses was just read on the channel 13, KCOP, Los Angeles 11:00pm news, yesterday, which was Monday, the 2nd. The question was: Do you plan to set off your own fireworks on the 4th? Here's my response, which was read on that news program: