I never thought I'd be so desperate for funds, to keep this website going. This is the first time I've asked for donations, but they are urgently needed now. This website is at the third hosting service I've used, but I may have to relocate yet again, if I don't receive some much-needed money to maintain this service for all of you. Where would you ever find this stuff without me?

Hillary was caught violating campaign finance laws.

start of blog
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.

Warning, this paragraph is a boring tax return story

Well, I finally did it. I successfully e-filed my 2007 federal tax return. I'll find out in a couple of days if it's accepted. My tax return was a nightmare to do this year, due to technicalities of e-filing. The bad news is that I didn't make enough to qualify for the federal tax rebate. So, my federal refund is looking like it's going to be $77.00 this time. That isn't even enough to buy dinner at one of the expensive places you'd go to. I plan to file a paper return, to get a state refund check. Paper returns can seem easier than e-filing. I'd have to paper-file it, because it's disproportionately expensive to e-file a state return, in my case.

I think Madonna's saying on tv recently, that she didn't give JT the shot to see his butt, was really an allusion to me, by way of my butt shots here. Why do you think she was dropping hints about me? You think it's possible that she's trying to help me, by doing that?

Good news. I already got confimation that the IRS has accepted my tax return. It took less than three hours for them to accept it, from the time it was transmitted. Now, I'm waiting for the direct deposit to go through. I would have used the warning signs again, but this update isn't boring.

The above blog entry was made on March 30, 2008.

It looks like I have more techno-boredom for you. Remember that kind of stuff? I was going to file my tax return Friday, but I found my three most popular web pages to be unreachable, due to redirects someone set up in their places. I jumped to the conclusion that it was my computer that was hacked, so I reinstalled my operating system. Now I believe it's my file system, at my hosting service, that was hacked. Not only that, I suspect MY HOSTING SERVICE of doing the hacking. That's bad. I threatened to give them so much bad publicity, that they'd have to rename their service and relocate, to continue to do business. If anyone found a dot pif file on their desktop, during the that troublesome time on Friday, I have to advise them to RIGHT-CLICK on it and DELETE it, WITHOUT OPENING IT. You don't want that stuff to install itself on your computer, so don't even open it, because some malware/spyware programs autoinstall their stuff if they're opened. I hate to have something like that to tell you about, but you should know what to do if you've discovered that hacker program on your desktop, which calls itself something like "msdos.pif."

The Weather Channel is predicting one of those relatively rare rain storms in Death Valley, for Wednesday, April 2. This is your chance to be there for it, if that's your thing.

The above blog entry was made on March 29, 2008.

I tried to use a free e-file service, to file my federal tax return, but the website kept trying to sell me a pay plan. I feel like cutting their heads off, for putting me through that shit. I'm going to call them, later today. There's no way I'd agree to pay them thirty dollars for a service that they said was going to be free. What gall, trying to trick people into using their pay services. I'm really pissed.

The above blog entry was made on March 28, 2008.

How do you like Sunday, the George Olsen song I just added to the top of the playlist? I'm not sure of the exact year it was recorded in, but I'm guessing it was in 1927.

This page is 2 1/2 years old, now. Does it seem like it?

Now, hear this paragraph, in your mind, in Maxwell Smart's voice. Get Smart is something like a tv show version of the black hole, in its action on me. I was flipping tv channels earlier, and I saw Carol Burnette on, so I paused. It turned out to be a Get Smart episode in progress. So, nauturally I couldn't make myself change the channel, and I found myself watching the rest of that episode, and all of the next one (also Get Smart). Is Get Smart that way for you, Jen the Hen? It sure is for me. So, after both of those shows, I was sitting and thinking about what is so captivating about the show. I was thinking that it's so stupid, it makes one groan, and that's a positive litmus test that the comedy is working. The more you groan, the more the show has a hold on you. So, I was thinking that the thing to do would be for me to create my own tv series. It'd have to be at least as stupid as Get Smart, otherwise it wouldn't be good enough. What do you think?

I just checked my W-2 form. It's 100% in agreement with my pay stubs.

The above blog entry was made on March 27, 2008.

I want to comment here on my method of troubleshooting this web page, that I just used. I used a technique I learned, when I independently studied tv repair, out of books, many years ago. The technique is called "divide and conquer." Well, it worked. The general idea is to divide the whole thing in two, then observe which half has the problem. Then, you divide that bad half in two, to determine which half contains the problem. Then you divide that bad half in two, and so on, until you arrive at the source of the problem. I did that with this page, and easily zeroed right in on the problem. It was very simple, and it worked. So, now you know a troubleshooting technique, which can be applied to repairs of many kinds of things. You're not going to quit acting, now, to begin a career as a technician, with this technique, are you, Jen the Hen? I hope not. I think acting is better, and better paying. You know that.

I just watched a Discovery Channel documentary series about dinosaurs. I loved it. I've always been fascinated by that stuff. I watched the whole series, and the first portion I watched is now repeating on tv. So, I figured it's a good time to get started on today's blog entry. Here it is.

Norm's says that life happens there, at Norm's. If that's true, man is in trouble, it appears. There must be something better than Norm's. I did spend some time at a Norm's today, though. A more accurate interpretation, to make that slogan more true to life, is to compare life at Norm's to life in prison. Norm's has been something like that in my experience, since I started hanging out there, in about 1997. My van was new then, but it didn't belong to me at that time.

How was your Easter? Did you eat any Easter eggs? Did you make any Easter bunnies into roadkill, by running over them? I haven't run over a bunny since I last drove to Death Valley. They seem like they're committing suicide, by walking deliberately into the headlights. The next thing you know, you feel like you've just run over a bump in the road, or you feel a knock against the front bumper. Critters are that way at night, in the wilderness.

The above blog entry was made on March 24, 2008.

The My13LA 11:00 pm new read another one of my email responses tonight, on March 22, 2008. This time their question of the night was: If you could break a world record, what would it be, and why? Here's my reply, which they read on the air:

I'd break the world record for the most girlfriends. That's because it's fun, in those special kinds of ways, to put it simply.

Steve

That about says it. That's the real me.

I just troubleshooted this web page, because it was displaying some things wrong. I found the problem. I didn't notice exactly what time I started, but I think it took me over an hour to find and fix the coding glitch. It's all fixed, now.

Next news. It's my mother's 80th birthday, and my cousin's 60th birthday. It's one of those years of big-0 birthdays. My 50th birthday is this year, also, on July 28th.

The above blog entry was made on March 23, 2008.

I was going to do my income tax return last night, but found that my W-2 form had mysteriously climbed out of my stack of mail items, and maybe hitch-hiked to Florida for some rays. The haunted house effect? Actually, this place isn't wild that way. It's pretty tame here. W-2's do have legs and free will, though? I called the office for a duplicate, and wouldn't you know it. Today was one of those very rare Fridays that the office was closed for the holiday; Good Friday. They're Catholic? I left a message, about needing a duplicate, on their machine. I plan to call them Monday. This is an important tax return for me, because I may be eligible for a $300.00 economic stimulus credit, and on my pauper's budget, that could make a whale of a difference to me. I'm eligible for the earned income tax credit, but since I only earned four-hundred two dollars and some change, my benefit amount is only $33.00 for that. So, if all goes well with this return, I should be getting a check for over $400.00 this year, from the IRS. Not bad, considering that's about how much I made last year. I've been operating something like a defacto nonprofit organization anyway, so I deserve any money I can get my hands on.

You know why I haven't called the office for another acting assignment? It's because my weight has gone up since I registered with them. It was 250 then, but it's been hovering around 260 lately. I'd hate to contact them to announce a weight gain like that. If I lived near a nice place to jog, I'd probably be getting in an hour of jogging every day. I don't even want to think about jogging, in the area I live in. It would be depressing, jogging here.

I just asked Madonna to wave her magic wand at my van, because the "service engine soon" light has been on for hundreds of miles, and I can't afford to have it fixed. I think she blessed my van for me, before a smog check one time, because I asked her, and the van passed. I plan to pop the engine cover off, to take a look at the ignition system. I'm really good with cars, but I've been avoiding working on this van. I've had this van for going on four years, now. It's finally begging me for attention. Since you're Aphrodite, I know you've got your own magic wand to use on my van. Please don't hesitate, Jen the Hen. I'd be very grateful to you.

Speaking of Brad (referring to yesterday's blog entry), I came across a nude photo of him, and I've been wondering if I should post it to my special page here. Would he mind? He wouldn't complain, he'd just torture me to death? Let me know what you think.

I'm sore from doing the yard, today. I mowed with the Weed Eater, since all three of my power mowers are in need of repairs. This is the second time in a row I used the Weed Eater to mow. It's good for cutting through tall grass, like the lawn has been the last couple of times. Of course the Jennifer would never be bothered with such blue-collar inconveniences, as having to mow her own lawn. I'm sure that'd be a heck of a lot of work, to mow the lawns of your mansion. Undoubtedly, your gardener would prefer to use a riding mower for such a sprawling expanse of grass. Doing the edges of your lawns would be the real bitch. That'd be the real work involved, in keeping your yards in shape.

Speaking of yards, I was just realizing a word coincidence in the product name, Yardley. I could swear that there was a thought going on amongst some, over in England, about having yard-long members. One could say that theirs is yardly (without the e). That's the interesting pun of the day. Don't laugh too hard. Too hard? There's such a thing? With one that size, maybe there is.

Speaking of Tom Hanks (yesterday's blog entry, here), I just saw one of his 1996 movies, called That Thing You Do!. I saw it coming on before, and was wondering if it was a tv series. So, I just watched it, and when it ran over the 30-minute mark, I was wondering if it was a tv movie. Then it ran over the hour, the hour-and-a-half, the two-hour, and the two-and-a-half hour marks. I was wondering what kind of marathon I was watching. Then it finally ended after about the two hour and forty-five minute mark. Whew! I was thinking that I shouldn't be wasting my day that way, watching that movie, but I wanted to see the rest of it.

I've been wanting to mention that I remember how they got an instrument to sound like the horn of a model T Ford, in Makin' Whoopee. I remember, from a prior VOE, I was standing outside some place at night, and a guy brought over a modified car horn. We were discussing using that to make music, and that thing really added an authentic period touch to Makin' Whoopee. That recording just wouldn't be the same without that portion. It's near the end of the song, as you must have noticed, by now.

The news story, that made my jaw drop today, was the rearrest of Sara Jane Olson, formerly Kathleen Soliah of the Symiosese Liberation Army. I was just adjusting to the news that she had recently been released on parole, after serving six years in prison. Then, a police organization asked the Corrections Department to reconsider the release. It was then decided that they had miscalculated her release date, by not tacking on an additional year, for complicity in the murder of the bank employee, in 1975. So, she's headed back to prison, to do that extra year. If no one had spoken up, she'd be in Minnesota now, with her husband. It doesn't seem like six years that has passed, to me. While I'm on the subject, I want to point out the name coincidence here. She had legally changed her name to Olson, when she married. It's the same name, except for the "o" instead of the "e," as George Olsen's. How do you explain a coincidence like that? You think there's a symbolic intention going on there? I didn't plan the coincidence. I was paying attention to her story, though. I've always paid attention to SLA stories. Another coincidence here is that the George Olsen music was that of the classic American gangster era.

Brenda, if that's your Volvo outside, my answer to you is still "yes." There's a Disneyland parking permit hanging from the rear view. That's why I suspect it may be your car. You're one of the hottest young ladies I've ever met.

I saw the full moon on Friday, which was Good Friday, so I took a photo of it. This is it.

How do you like this Janis Joplin poster, from 1968? Those were the days. I wish they'd do publicity photos like that, today. The country's prudes ought to be lined up at a guillotine, to be disposed of.

The above blog entry was made on March 22, 2008.

Dare I graphically describe one of the last dreams I had, before I woke up? Here goes. I was sitting on the left end of a long couch, in a room bright with artificial light, with Tom Hanks right next to me on my right. The rest of the couch was also occupied by people, both men and women. Suddenly, I found myself peeing into an empty coffee mug, until it was full. It was then passed along the people on the couch, and I was wondering what was going on with it, if you know what I mean. Soon, Tom Hanks, still sitting next to me, filled the now-empty mug with a softdrink, and took a sip, and looked over to me, and described the taste in a way that was suggestive of the trace of pee in the drink. Then, with the mug empty again, I found myself peeing it full again. Then Tom Hanks took the mug and sipped it straight, full strength. He remarked, but I'm having trouble remembering what he said. I admit, that was the most gratifying experience I've ever dreamt about. Most of my dreams have been about horror and fleeing and frustration and negative themes in general. Speaking of dreams, I recently dreamt of Brad Pitt standing naked in a room, with a giant hard-on that looked like it measured a full yard, maybe even a bit more. After I woke up, I had a vision of you, Jen the Hen, having been with him on one such occasion, and that was your first time witnessing his full hard-on. You know the time I mean? While on the subject of such things, I recently had a vision of being outdoors with Conan O'Brien, and him expressing interest in drinking my piss, but he declined something else. How bold of me to describe this stuff here. I guess I'm getting bolder all the time. See, even a-listers can appreciate me. Coincidentally, this kind of stuff especially reminds me of the 1920's and 1930's, not that things aren't still more or less that way. God knows Jean Harlow was that way. I can personally vouch for that, from my VOE memories.

The above blog entry was made on March 21, 2008.

Well, it's finally Spring again.

I took some photos of clouds the other day. They're very interesting-looking. I'm thinking of posting them here. I snap my photos in 1600 x 1200 format, but I post them in smaller format, like only about 950 wide. It appears that the lens spot, on photos my camera takes, is ghostly. It showed up in one of these new photos, but not the other ones. That can only be supernatural.

The above blog entry was made on March 20, 2008.

My latest political activism just had me sending messages to six California legislators. I explained to them what the 2nd amendment to the U. S. constitution means, and asked them to reject the bill that contains restrictions on ammunition. I've given my politics page a slight makeover. The democrats are wrong, in trying to abolish and restrict our 2nd amendment rights.

The above blog entry was made on March 19, 2008.

Yesterday morning's temperature here was 40°F, and there was a lot of frost on the roofs round here. I think the reason the temperature of the roofs rapidly becomes that much colder than the surrounding air is due to a typical morning atmospheric change (atmospheric moisture "burnoff"), allowing quicker radiant energy loss from the surface of the roofs, making it many degrees colder there, until the sun is up enough to shine on the surface directly. That is my own theory of it. I don't think this theory of mine can be disproved. It's far more accurate than the pseudo-science Gore and cohorts have used.

In honor of George Olsen's would-be 115th birthday today, here's a photo of him and his ex-wife, Ethel Shutta.

The above blog entry was made on March 18, 2008.

I was thinking that since George Olsen's would-be 115th birthday is tomorrow, the 18th, I ought to add an extra song of his in this playlist, now. This makes six so far. I'm even considering putting a 7th song of his here, but I haven't made up my mind about it, yet. I love that ooga sounding instrument nearing the end of Makin' Whoopee. It sounds so much like that era. They really had a nack at making a piece of music sound special.

I'm certain that Rod Serling's date of death is being misreported, and probably his birth date also, if one wants to describe him as having been born. I was taken to Universal Studios when I was 14 years old, in about 1972, and I remember standing there reflecting on the then-recent tv news report that Rod Serling died at age 78. That came as a surprise to me, because I had no idea he was that old. According to reports, George Olsen also died at age 78, the year prior, in 1971. Why do you think they butchered Rod Serling's vital statistics so badly? I remember some corraboration to his age, as I've reported it. I remember being a him in a prior VOE. I was standing outside in Europe during the war, in 1939. The sky looked oddly dark and gray and smoky and threatening. I was a ghost, and I said I was 45, and another guy, probably also a ghost, told me that's not true, probably because I was a ghost, and presumably died shortly before then. Those numbers match his originally reported age at death, though. I guess those reporting on his life couldn't believe that he lived to be 78. According to his currently reported statistics, I'm almost as old as he was when he died, because according to them, he was only 50 when he died. Actually, I can vouch for the fact that he lived as a ghost, at least at that moment in 1939, that I just mentioned. There is no explanation for anyone or anything, except in terms of the supernatural. Rod Serling's life story is a case in point. I guess he was talked into living the life of a much younger man, and since presumably he was a ghost, he was able to. A lot of people live that way, and no one can see the difference. Yeah, I'm sure of it, now. I remember, now. He did decide to go along with the younger-man idea, because for one thing, he didn't know how to get around it. He felt under pressure to conform to that. I think it was better for him anyway, since the prime of life is potentially better. One is already well into decline at such a much-older age. [I want to add here that I believe I recall a second announcement of Rod Serling's death, years after the first. So, what happened was that a false report of his death was released in 1972, and then about a few years later, his death was announced anew. This is another example of truth being stranger than fiction. Make no mistake about it, his death was reported twice, years apart.]

By chance, I just came upon an interesting supernatural item. It's said that the late actor, Montgomery Clift, still inhabits the Roosevelt Hotel room he had when he was working on a film. And here's a coincidence with that. His room number is exactly the same as my telephone number's prefix. You think? Another supernatural influence there? Mabye he'd like me to keep him company sometime? Maybe I'd have the nerve to check into his room, if I were to stay there sometime. I believe I'm very well adjusted to life amongst the departed spirits. The exception is if they're attackers.

Now that I've had a night's sleep, I have something else to say. Last night, before falling asleep, I saw a white mist apparition near the ceiling. It gave me the willies at first. It took me a moment to shrug it off. That's interesting timing, after having read some Hollywood ghost stories just before bed.

Heather Mills, who was just awarded 48.6 million dollars, in her divorce from Sir Paul, is the latest addition to this page's butt shot series.

Heather Mills butt shot. Click for full size.

Notice that this pose was before she lost part of her leg. A larger copy can be seen by clicking this photo.

Notice that I appended an addition to the above paragraph, about Rod Serling's death. It's in square brackets. To sum up here, his death was announced twice, several years apart. I also want to say here that I've heard many false reports of celeb deaths, over the years. Afterwards, I also saw the corresponding later death announcements on tv, in at least some cases. I've paid attention to celeb deaths. So, why have they made so many false reports of that sort on tv? Do you think they're trying to impeach people's memory for such details, or to pretend people, remembering such contradictory priors, to be hallucinating? This is scary. They really shouldn't be making false reports of that sort. It jeopardizes people's credibility, and that's no trivial thing.

The above blog entry was made on March 17, 2008.

I just redid the soundtrack of the Hands of Tate video. It sounds interestingly different than original. I put it at the top of the playlist at my Charlie's World web page. Don't miss it. I labeled it psychedelic rock. If you listen to it, I think you'd understand why.

I just realized that the photo I have of Sharon Tate in a bathtub is of her as a ghost. I can conclude that because the it creature ghost is in the tub with her, the same one that's been in my own photos of there, as if to certify that they're both ghosts. I happen to know that there were a couple of other ghosts there with her when she was in the tub. Two dressed men were standing there, and one of them pushed Sharon underwater in the tub. That got her hair wet, if it wasn't already. They were quarreling with her about something, but I don't remember what it was about. That's another VOE rerun; that's how I know. I'm remembering it from the prior VOE. I'll put a copy of the photo in my Charlie's World page.

I just posted that photo of Sharon in the bathtub, at my Charlie's World page. You definitely shouldn't miss it, especially after my description of the scenario, above.

The above blog entry was made on March 16, 2008.

My own entries in Joan Rivers' March 9th blog entry, called Shootout, at her own website:

1. Steve Bray (stevenbray.com) said...
You accepted my marriage proposal through your GEICO tv commercial! I'm so happy, Joan! Thank you! Contact me at steve@stevenbray.com or StBray@gmail.com I'm serious, and I know you are too, Joan.

POSTED AT 12:54 AM

-------------------------

2. the real Steve said...
Joan, you accepted my marriage proposal in that GEICO commercial. The least you can do is post my acknowledgment here.

POSTED AT 4:18 AM

Do you think Joan Rivers is serious about this? If Madonna had her own blog at her website, she wouldn't want my comments to show up there. Now, I've got both Giuliana's and Joan's blogs posting my comments. Whose next? If you had a website with a blog, I'd be giving it a try, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on March 15, 2008.

As you can hear, I just put a different song at the top of the playlist. The last one was at the top of my list for over a half month. I was getting impatient to put the other George Olsen stuff here. I've still got another one waiting. I remastered today's addition, Say It Isn't So. It was recorded in 1932, which was the year George Olsen split up with his wife, Ethel Shutta. I remember, from a prior VOE, that Ethel said she was leaving, because she didn't want me to open that restaurant. It's like she was more in love with show business. I can tell you various things that went on in that relationship. After we were split up, I was talking to her at home, and Say It Isn't So was playing, and she told me she didn't like that one. Maybe it reminded her of our then recent breakup. How could she not like the sound? I like it. I guess I already told you that George Olsen was the most prolific recording artist of his time.

The above blog entry was made on March 14, 2008.

Speaking of Mary Janes (the Dawn Wells story), Natalie Portman has a line of shoes to offer, some or all of which are called Mary Janes. There are no animal products in them. That photo of her, holding the heel of the red Mary Jane she's wearing, just inside the front cover of Parade magazine, looks so excitingly sexually provocative to me. That's some photo.

The above blog entry was made on March 13, 2008.

Yes, I think I can comfortably conclude that the increased traffic to this page was due to the widgets I put on a number of pages, pointing to the series of videos about the Hillary scandal.

Have you read the treasure hunt page I just created here? The widget to get there can be found in today's Madonna blog entry. You're not game for a project like that, are you? You would be, but you don't want me to break out of my financial rut, either?

How's Ms. Courteney? You two been gossiping about me lately?

Right now, I'm feeling a little like an old-fashioned high seas pirate, thinking about that treasure hunt idea of mine. Be sure to read that page. I'd accept your help with that project, but I doubt you'd be interested in getting involved with it.

Gee, I sure am getting a lot of attention, lately. Here's that GEICO tv commercial I was mentioning to you recently. It's the one in which Joan Rivers accepts my marriage proposal to her (the guy's name is Steve, like mine). I think they chose the name, O'Dell, because Dell is a brand of computer, and I proposed to Joan by computer, on my home page, about a year and a half ago. My keyboard really is of the Dell brand. GEICO really has a good commercial gimmick, in that one.

What will GEICO think of next, for a tv commercial? Thanks, GEICO. That's a big help. I don't know how Joan would ever have gotten that message to me, without that commercial.

I just remembered something else I wanted to say here. The night air round here has been smelling like flowers, lately. I like that very much.

I was just thinking that I can't go to bed until I've mentioned a particular tv news story that just aired. It was reported that Dawn Wells, who played Mary Ann on the long-defunct tv series, Gilligan's Island, was busted for reckless driving and pot charges. The pot-related charges were dropped, but she got 6 months probation, but she and witnesses have denied the charges. This was in Idaho, where she runs a actor training company she founded, called Dawn Wells' Film Actors Boot Camp. Ok, here are a couple of coincidences with this news report. She had enrolled in Stephens College, in Missouri, to study medicine, but then got interested in acting. I mention that because, as you know, my name is Steve. Also, I just realized the medical coincidence; I just wrote something related to Madonna's injecting Justin Timberlake with vitamin B-12, recently, and I discussed some things about B-12 (medical stuff). Also, this story just broke today, and I coincidentally just created a new web page about a treasure hunt, with an island shoreline type of background photo, to match the nautical theme involved. I've really been planning a treasure hunt, to a Pacific island, for years. The coincidences sure find me. By the way, Dawn Wells was Miss Nevada in 1959, which was the year after I was born. That was close timing. She's twenty years older than me, but she was the youngest regular character on Gilligan's Island. I was one of the show's most loyal watchers. You can read more about Madonna giving JT a vitamin shot, in today's Madonna blog entry.

The other celeb self spoof I was trying to think of was the one about Avril Lavigne and her fake pregnancy. The apparent new show is called Pop Fiction, and it's on E!. She says that about once a year there is a false media rumour about her being pregnant, and that she stages those rumours herself. I'm wondering if that show is in an experimental stage, or if they already plan to go through with it.

I just heard that the Jacko music, in that Life Water commercial, was from 25 years ago, and a moment later it hit me. I could swear that's the music I heard on tv, one time, back about then. Since I largely stopped listening to the radio back about then, I wasn't hearing it anymore. There's no way to stop listening to music these days, without living in a wilderness area or a cave, with no electronics. Even GEICO cavemen listened to music, but their party was at a modern place. The caveman hears music at airports, too, like in the other GEICO commercial.

I almost forgot to mention this. Giuliana has had her ring off on three recent E! News shows, and I believe it's about me. She said, one the show, "I'm serious?" Ok, she's not serious, but about what? About being married to Bill? The spoof wedding that never happened? I've got a number of reasons to suspect that's the case. What does she want from me, blood, or something worse? I think she's the something worse type of broad. Ok, so now I have to sit down and figure out how to live my situation. Like, I'm something like engaged to countless broads at this point in time. Have you ever heard of that? What would you do, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on March 12, 2008.

It's about time I finally said that I did hear what that recent tv story was about, that concerned you. They were saying that you were spotted with another guy, but they didn't sound convinced that you and he were a so-called item, or in a relationship at all. You'll never tell? You'd prefer to keep me in the dark, to tease me? Even if it was nothing at all, really, you'd prefer not to let on, so as to savor the tease torture effect it has on me? Maybe you can safely presume that every tv report of you with another guy would always, invariably, come across as a tease, of sorts, to me. It's like you have a perpetual E-ticket (to use the Disneyland term) to torture my mind with such occasional tv announcements. But, that's my problem, not yours. That's your attitude. You're not me, you're you. End of story. Whatsoever difference could it make to that Jen the Hen torturess. Every guy you stop hanging around with invariably goes through this lifelong ordeal of perpetual no-more-Jennifer tease. We guys just have to deal with it. No other possible conclusion to come to, apparently. This is Shakespearean. Better to have had Jennifer and lost her, than to never have had Jennifer at all. This is the classic Shakespearean love tragedy, comparable, if I may so speculate, to Romeo and Juliet. If we're lucky, neither of us should die, in rounding out this situation, as being like the Romeo and Juliet story. You have seen that play, haven't you? I only saw it very recently. It was sad. Maybe if I were to try hard enough, I'd be able to believe myself to be too proud to admit that I miss you. I haven't reached that point yet, and I'm not trying. Don't take this paragraph too seriously, for lack of a better word. It is serious, but hopefully no disaster. Actually, I still believe you like me. I wish you'd tell me what you really like in a man, or in me. Are you sure I wouldn't measure up? I just had the idea that maybe your comment about having simple tastes, with the example about liking a trip to Norm's, rather than to some high-profile place, possibly was a hint that you like me, by reason of Norm's having been one of my hangouts, for years. You can admit that you like me. That wouldn't bother me. Your agent, manager, publicist or whoever would have a cow, though? Maybe you ought to fire whichever one, at your first opportunity, then. Of course, I'd want to interpret the situation to favour myself. So, if it's between me and one of your whoevers or whatevers, you ought to stick with me. I've got to be better than any of them. But, your contract has you bound up till half past the next freezing over of hell? There's got to be something you can do about it. Maybe you need a better lawyer, or maybe you could hire William Shatner, the Priceline negociator. Maybe he's as good as they say in those commercials? They don't do Jen the Hen contract negotiations? Are you sure? Have you checked?

Hmmm. I just noticed that this page has just jumped in number of visits, past my Charlie's World page visits. I've already concluded that it's because of the videos I recently put here, about Hillary.

Every once in a while I think of how you look in one of your photos. I mean the one in which you look like a Beverly Hills rich bitch. I told you about that a while back. That continues to amuse me. You really captured that look so well. Paris Hilton would be jealous of you, if she saw that one. She doesn't look nearly as much like a Beverly Hills rich bitch as you do in that particular shot. I don't think anyone, in the history of Beverly Hills, past, present or future, will ever capture the Beverly Hills rich bitch look better than you did in that one. That photo is worthy of being hung in a museum. Do you think I should put a copy of it in this page? Here it is:

Jennifer has captured the Beverly Hills rich bitch look, in this one.

I lightened this one a little. Most digital photos are too dark. The camera industry really ought to improve their camera designs, so the photos wouldn't need so much gamma correction. Well, do you agree that this is the Beverly Hills rich bitch look that you captured here? I do. What is it about this photo that strikes me that way? It feels, to me, like it's your statuesque facial features and makeup and hair and facial expression and outfit, including the wrap around your neck, all coming together mysteriously, to add up to that effect. That's an interesting combination that came together there, in that photo.

I hate to say how I figure it's so, but I suspect I was the inspiration for the recent celeb broad self spoofs, by Paris Hilton and I'm trying to remember the other one I just saw on tv. I did my own self spoof about myself, before either of those two self spoof stories aired on tv, recently. So, in reality, I'm the first in that trio of self spoofs, except I, unfortunately, haven't reached full celeb status yet. Woes me. I'm long overdue for full celeb status. You and I both know that. If you can't figure out which self spoof of my own, ask your dear friend, Courteney Cox. I'm sure she could tell you. This is the same basic thing I told you to ask her about recently, if you didn't already know.

You think Madonna has a lot of money, at something like $300 million? Well, Joan Rivers has twice that much moolah. How'd she do it? You think she's that funny? I always liked Joan and her personality and jokes and her looks, too. Even with a 25 year difference in age, I was attracted to her from the first time I saw her substituing for Johnny Carson, and I was so much younger then.

The above blog entry was made on March 11, 2008.

Here's a true can-you-believe-it item, Jen the Hen. I was just watching that Joan Rivers GEICO tv commercial again, on tv, and I finally realized that she said "yes" to me, at the end. She says, "I can't feel my face smiling?" and "I can't tell?" and "Yes!, Steve." How do you like that. I think I'm engaged to Joan Rivers, but how can I be sure? I don't have our address, or I'd talk to Joan about it. I do know she has a place in Bel Air. See, now I've got a good basis to knock on her door, if we're really engaged. I think I can ignore the fact that she's old enough to be my mother. At least I can try. I hate to say that, because it could seem like another jab at Joan. Heck, I'm serious. I suspect she is, too. After all, what can she lose, a year of her life? By "I can't tell?" in the interrogative, I think she means she's already sure she wants me. This has turned into a real life Joan Rivers act, but it's not an act. I'd drive right over there, if I knew the address. If she'd open her front door, and ask me, "Yes, what do you want?" I could tell her that she said "yes" to my marriage proposal, through the GEICO tv commercial, and I'm there to collect the goods, namely her. That makes sense. I could go with that. Maybe this could start an Hollywood trend, accepting marriage proposals through GEICO tv commercials, or maybe through some other tv commercials. It could be a new gimmick for GEICO. I sure hope GEICO would kick back some money to me, if they use this idea. I could let them use the idea for the Joan one, as a freebee.

Here's a follow-up already, about the Joan thing. Here's what I just posted to Joan Rivers' own blog, just a moment ago:

You accepted my marriage proposal through your GEICO tv commercial! I'm so happy, Joan! Thank you! Contact me at steve@stevenbray.com or StBray@gmail.com I'm serious, and I know you are too, Joan.

Her blog comments are limited to 200 characters. That was so limiting, but I think I captured the essence of what I had to say in it. Maybe I should pester her in a comment to every blog entry she makes, until she contacts me. After all, I don't want to be kept waiting so terribly long. If she's really as desperate as they say, she'll be getting right back with me, directly. No problem there. I'm not sure I'm not more desperate that her, if you can believe such a thing. How did that happen to me? What did I do? She wrote, in a prior blog entry, how geriatric the scene is in Florida. Here's a excerpt from her February 28th entry: "on one highway I overtook a long line of senior bikers who were wearing leather jackets that said “Hell’s Aged” on the back and their tattoos were in hieroglyphics." I'm cool with hieroglyphics; it makes me feel at home, like my earlier ancient Egyptian God-King days. Don't worry, Joan. I'm neither incontinent, infirm nor pickled with Formaldehyde. The closest I've ever gotten to Formaldehyde was at a Blue Ice factory I had a temporary job at, in the 1980's.

The above blog entry was made on March 9, 2008.

The My13LA tv news just read my email responses two nights in a row, both last night (March 6, 2008) and tonight (March 7, 2008). What I particularly like about their reading my reply last night is that it was about Madonna, and this is the first time they've ever read one of my comments about her on the air. Last night's question of the night was: Who is the last person you'd expect to see cry? Here's my reply, which they read on the air:

Madonna, the singer. She's been something like a tower of indestructibility. I know her; I know.

Steve

Now, here's tonight's question of the night (March 7, 2008): What should be the punishment of pro sports players' violations of the rules? Here's my reply, which Susan Hirasuna read on the air:

At the risk of seeming rediculous, try this. Cancel the existence of the team. I say that, because I don't like professional sports. I wish I could ban all professional sports.

Steve

They commented about my message afterwards, because it was so extreme.

I made more music biz contacts, recently. I'll try to get with them, when I can.

The above blog entry was made on March 8, 2008.

I again caught a fleeting glimpse of you on tv tonight, but I've been having trouble seeing your face clearly, with my failing eyesight. I didn't even hear what the story was. It again made me wonder what's up with you. I catch such glimpses while I'm at my computer, then I turn towards the tv, and wonder what story I just missed.

Got any guesses what the Cielo ghost would do next, in the next photo shoot? It's so much work to go through all of that stuff, I hardly feel like I'm in a hurry to return.

The above blog entry was made on March 7, 2008.

I just added an incredibly interesting note to my latest ghost photo shoot, in my Charlie's World web page. Don't miss it. It centers around the space/time continuum fabric wormhole. It encompasses the idea of VOE reruns.

Why do I hate to say the next thing here? Well, I have something to say to a young lady I took acting lessons with, named Brenda. I hate to go into much discussion in this blog about it, but since she asked me if I wanted to marry her, I'll finally answer her here. Yes, Brenda. That's my answer. You're hot, Brenda. Get back with me, if you're serious. Why don't I feel confident that you'd be getting back with me about this? My email addresses are working. You have outside obligations? Who doesn't. I was wondering why you really dropped out of sight. I hope you didn't think I'd say no. Maybe you wanted something special? Talk to me. Maybe I'm what you want.

The above blog entry was made on March 6, 2008.

I just thought of something, as I was listening to I'll Never Say Never to Always again. If Norm's wanted to live up to the line in the song that goes, "no cold, pain, fear or hunger, you can see, you can see, you can see," then (in order of appearance in the line) they'd have to:

1. Turn up the thermostat
2. Replace the counter seats with more comfortable ones
3. Discontinue the electric chair sound effect in their tv commercials
4. Start providing their food and services for free to those who can't afford it
5. Have their employees work completely in the nude, and let everyone do the same, so everyone can see see see them.

If they worked in the nude, they wouldn't need the air conditioning on anyway. I've been going there a long time, and I've never seen it like that there. I've never been to any restaurant like that. I'd like all restaurants to be like that, everywhere, always. The closest I've ever heard of any place approximating that is at Dick Drost's Naked City, but I've never been there. That's just one of the things I've often fantasized about, while going to diners over the many many years. If the U. S. were really about personal freedom, it would have been that way from the very beginning, everywhere. The U. S. has always just been a public relations fraud, to get away with fronting classic oppression against the public. There has never been any trace of personal freedom in the U. S. To get away with any and all human rights violations under color of office, that the prude laws have always been, they lie about what it constitutes. The police have always been the guiltiest ones in that gargantuan antisocial scheme. Obviously, prude laws are far more like child abuse than freedom. Those in office, and other places in society, were always staging things, to pretend otherwise. The emotions of children DO NOT follow the beat of a different drummer than those of adults, basically. Prudism is one of the most heinous forms of child abuse ever invented. Only antisocial mass murders strive to maximize the size of government. The liberals are the opposite of what they want people to think they are. Big government is de facto slavery. The U. S. is a lot like a de facto one-party system. Also, the fact that all politicians lie is a genuine proof that there has never been such a thing as the vote. All elections are always faked. True democracy is an absolute impossibility, so don't let the politician con you into believing otherwise. The U. S. has always been a more extreme form a slavery than the Cofederacy ever was, and it's a version that favors the ethnics, despite possible appearances to the contrary. The ethnics are using the U. S. as a spingboard to conquer the whole world. They've made a lot of progress, alright, TOO MUCH. One of the classic ways they've furthered the prude laws was to stage violence, to pretend the so-called need for prude laws. Prude laws are always part of the violent advocacy of prude laws, and never an attempt at amelioration of the violence. All prude law advocates are absolutely guilty of such mass murder worldwide. The whole mideast situation smacks of a scheme to pseudo-justify prude laws. Some female mideast prudes recently advanced their prudism at some school in the U. S. Not only should their citizenship be immediately canceled, they should be executed for attempted mass murder, because that's what it constitutes. They're not entitled to their so-called opinion.

I just put the more convincing anti-Hillary video at the top of the queue in the blog entry of the 4th of this month. I believe the two-part video is more convincing than the other one I had on top. That one has been moved down to the number 3 spot.

The above blog entry was made on March 5, 2008.

Here are a dozen anti-Hillary videos, just in time for a last-minute reconsideration of Hillary, before the primary voting gets underway today. [I didn't author the descriptive captions, above each video, so don't blame me if any of them don't seem to match the content.]

The shocking video Hillary does NOT want you to see! (1 of 2)

Hit "home," pause background music, then click the appropriate widget on the left to return

These dozen videos continue below. Keep hitting "page down" to get to the others.

The shocking video Hillary does NOT want you to see! (2 of 2)

Hillary Clinton caught violating campaign finance laws

Hillary Clinton nude (anti-Hillary book)

Hillary Clinton in the shower

Hillary Clinton heckled and Sean Hannity slapped on Fox news

Hillary heckled again over war in Iraq

Hillary Clinton heckled

Hillary cackle

Hillary cackle drowns out Hillary admission: I'm unelectable

Glenn Beck - "Hillary Clinton laugh montage" (10/2/07)

Is Hillary high

The above blog entry was made on March 4, 2008.

Well, it looks like it's "oh my god . . . oh my god . . . oh my god" time again. I wasn't expecting to make such startling discoveries in my latest ghost photo shoot, as a casually went over the stuff again just now, but I now know what's really there. I just discovered a ghostly spacetime fabric wormhole in one of the photos, and that's not all. I've updated some of the notes in that February 24th photo shoot. It's time to go through the whole thing again, Jen the Hen. There are consistant theme threads thoughout all of the four photo shoots. Is that wormhole sucking people in? Pun intended. You can suck me into your wormhole anytime, or . . . you know.

The above blog entry was made on March 3, 2008.

I just rewrote my remarks about Courteney Cox, in yesterday's entry. They had a shot of you being chummy with Courteney.

The above blog entry was made on March 1, 2008.

Today is leap day. Enjoy it, because there is only one 29th of February in every four years. Leap day always occurs in a presidential election year.

I just revised a portion of yesterday's entry, about Courteney Cox.

Speaking of Courteney Cox, they had another tv tabloid segment on her tonight. She said she was waxed in, or for, the show she was working on. Then, she said she put herself in a position she'd never put herself in with another director. She said "director" in a negating tone, as if an allusion to something. Her comment reminded me of the idea of me being a director. I'm not saying she said anything to that effect, but her remarks remind me of the idea. Yes, as a matter of fact, I'd be interested in directing something, if I can find myself filling such a role. My opinion of directors, in general, is not absolutely tip-top, to put it simply. I think I have something to contribute to picture-making, really.

The above blog entry was made on February 29, 2008.

Gee. I just saw parts of an episode of the Hefner mansion show called The Girls Next Door. It was on E!. What was interesting about that episode was that it seems it may have been an allusion to my website, with that combination of themes. They had 1920's makeovers of the girls, including dress and hair and makeup, and also the haunted house theme. Maybe only one of those themes wouldn't be convincing, but both together makes me conclude that was an implicit acknowledgment of my website. I've been doing a lot of Cielo Drive ghost photo shoots, and also 1920's music has been playing here.

Today's Madonna blog entry is a not-to-be-missed item.

Did I mention that "Sam," in Brit's manager's name, "Sam Lufti," is from the name, "Osama?" "Osama Lufti" is his name. How many Osamas can you think of? The only other one that comes to mind for me is Osama Bin Laden, whose name I've also seen spelt "Usama." "Sam" could be a shortened form of "Usama" too, for that matter. Speaking of the other Osama, you should read my recent stuff in my Madonna blog. And speaking of Sam Lufti, whose last name keeps reminding me of the German word for "air," namely "Luft," it was said, on a tv tabloid today, that he produced a couple of small movies, before he first met Brit. Does that remind you of anyone else, speaking of Sams? The reason I capitalized "Luft," above, is because German nouns are capitalized. That's your German grammar lesson for today, Jen the Hen.

I just saw Courteney Cox in a tabloid tv news show, but unfortunately, I didn't hear what she was referring to, when she said, "That's the one that really bugs me," with an inflection as if to imply the negative. There was a written caption, above, in that segment, "PAPARAZZI." If you compare those elements to the segment about the Sam Lufti movies, what does that remind you of? Courteney would know what I mean, if you ask her about it, Jen the Hen.

I had written a Britney version of the Green Acres Theme, but it appears that someone stole it from my computer. So, I just wrote a second version to the Britney theme. I think this second version is better than the first, anyway. I was going to wait to post it, but maybe it'd be more secure here, in my posted web page. Here it is.

Green Acres Theme - Britney Theme Version

Lyrics by Steve Malinowski aka Steve Bray - 2008

(some words retained from the original Green Acres Theme)

Green Acres is the place to be
Funnyfarm livin's not the life for she
Brit spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan; just give me that Britney sight
New York's Bellevue is that kind of stay
Leave me alone, what are you doing, hey
I just adore a pantyless view
Darling I love you, but keep off my avenue
All fours
What's more
Fresh hair
Au pair
You are my wife
Goodbye outside life
Green Acres she's not there

I can explain this, line by line. Green Acres is a street close to where Britney's house is. "Funnyfarm livin's not the life for she" is about Brit not wanting to be committed to the nut wards. "All fours" is about drug abuse. Fresh hair" is about her cutting her hair off. "Au pair" is about her losing custody of her kids. "You are my wife" is about Brit's marrying Adnan in Mexico. "Goodby outside life" is about her involuntary lockups. "Green Acres she's not there" is also about her involuntary lockups. I didn't explain some lines, because they're self-explanatory, to anyone who knows that story.

The above blog entry was made on February 28, 2008.

The 1927 song recording I just added to my playlist, Someone to Watch over Me, by the George Olsen band, matches that celeb baby theme. Baby Harlow, in particular, even has a first name to match that old era of hollywood, namely, Harlow. I keep getting a vision of an earlier era star standing on the street during the day, holding a newborn, and showing it to someone, with the sound of that recording playing as mood music.

You know, Mark the Shark told his class, a couple of years ago, about his having crashed his motorcycle. The maker of that bike should be sued, maybe, because Mark the Shark still has skin left on him. That's bad.

This morning, ill Jill, on Good Day LA, made a quick remark about you being on the cover of a magazine, Jen the Hen. She said a couple other things with that. She made a possibly disconnected mention of oscar night and fashion with that, as if to point symbolically to my new silk worm themed ghost shoot, which took place on oscar night. After all, I did mention it on this, my page to and about you. It just goes to show, she does pay some attention to this website. Jill was wearing an interesting looking, black knee-length dress. I saw your face on the cover of the magazine Jill was holding. My eyesight is bad, but the look on your face seemed unhappy to me.

I was just thinking that I ought to finally post my lyrics to Blues My Wanting Hillary Gives to Me. I no longer want her to win the elections, but my lyrics have become a part of music history anyway. Now, don't anyone conclude that I want her to win, just because of these lyrics.

Blues My Wanting Hillary Gives to Me

Sung by Steve Malinowski aka Steve Bray - 2007
Instrumental recorded by Raderman Jazz Orchestra - 1920
Lyrics by Steve Malinowski ©2007
(Based on the earlier lyrics , with some words retained.)
Music: Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me
(N. Swanstone, Charles R. McCarron and Carey Morgan)

Verse 1:

What is that song about voting? What is that song about votes?
If I could have my way, I'd cast my vote today, that would beat them all by miles.
I wouldn't vote for one hiding. He's not the person I'd choose.
What I'd vote about's, what I've got, and what I've got's the weary blues.

Chorus 1:

There are blues that you get from hurry
There are blues that you get from delay
There are blues when you're hoping for your candidate's win
Those blues you can always explain
There are blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues, to me
Are the only blues that's on my mind, they're the very meanest kind
The blues my wanting Hillary gives to me

Chorus 2:

There are blues that you get from worry
There are blues that you get from rout
There are blues when you're running for U. S. president
And blues when you have to stay out
There are blues that you get from hopeless runs
But the bluest blues, to me
Are the blues my wanting Hillary, gives to me, gives to me
The blues my wanting Hillary gives to me

Verse 2:

What is that song about Hillary? What is that song about votes?
If I could have my way, I'd cast my vote today, and if she'd win I'd smile.
I wouldn't vote for those others. They're not the one's who I'd choose.
Who I'm voting for's, who I want, and who want's Hillary.

Chorus 3:

There are blues that you get from fury
There are blues that you get from pain
There are blues when you're lagging, in the election polls
From those blues, you'd want to refrain
There are blues, when there's no one running
But the bluest blues, to me
Are the only blues that's on my mind, they're the really dreaded kind
The blues my wanting Hillary gives to me

Chorus 4:

There are blues that you get to for free
There are blues that you get that are not
There are blues when you're losing
And blues when you're hot
And blues when you're all filled with doubt
There are blues, when no one's good
But the bluest blues, to me
Are the blues my wanting Hillary, gives to me, gives to me
The blues my wanting Hillary gives to me

My sung recording of that song can still be heard in many of my web pages here. I was getting out of breath at places near the end, but I didn't do it over. I figured it made it sound more like campaign music that way, anyway.

The above blog entry was made on February 27, 2008.

Just like I expected, it took me hours to complete the new posting of my latest Cielo Drive ghost photos. I hope all my hard work and dedication and attention to detail are appreciated. This stuff is a lot of work, and it's costing me money to do these shoots. I don't know of anyone photographically documenting ghosts, like I've been doing. You know where to find this new shoot. It's in my Charlie's World web page. The clickable widget is near the bottom of the page.

By the way, on oscar night, on Sunset Bl., the guy in the back seat of the car in front of me turned around and snapped a couple of photos of me, with two flashes. He must have been star gazing, so to speak. It looks like it's gotten to be typical that I get some star attention myself, when I'm out on the town in Hollywood. I've gotten some of that even closer to home.

I did some refinements of my new ghost photo post.

The above blog entry was made on February 26, 2008.

Thanks, Liz Habib. Thanks for reading my email response on the air (on February 24, 2008). This time, the My13LA question of the night was: What celeb would you rather party with? Here's my reply, which Liz Habib read on the air:

Well, that's not easy. I like Reese Witherspoon and Jessica Simpson and Lindsay Lohan, but something makes me want to ask Salma Hayek to dump her guy for me. Reese, you can have me. Come on over, if you want to snatch me up before Salma can grab me.

Steve

I need to clarify something. I didn't hear the first sentence, "Well, that's not easy," and I know Liz didn't read the last sentence on the air, "Come on over, if you want to snatch me up before Salma can grab me." Thanks again, Liz, for reading this one. Now my secret crush on Salma is not so secret anymore. Actually, since I heard she was getting married, I stopped giving her much of a thought.

Have you read yesterday's Madonna blog entry, Jen the Hen? Isn't is precious?

I was just in Bel Air again. I'll tell you why later. When I was heading home, I saw a small sign that pointed to The Summit. Again, I wasn't looking for it at the time, but it prompted me to turn left at the first opportunity. I saw no gated community. By the way, the arrow was pointing to the east side of Benedict Canyon. So, without much thought or effort, nor even an advance intention, I've pretty much zeroed in on Brit's neighborhood. She had nothing to do with my being there, though. Like I said, I'll tell you in a little bit what I was doing over there again. Ciao, for now.

Ok, now I'll tell you what brought me to Benedict Canyon Sunday night. I went to the Cielo property again, for more ghost photos. Again, I scored very well, in terms of payoff. Out of 46 photos total, I came up with 25 good ones, after going through them. The ghosts are getting wilder with their ghostly artwork. You have to see some of these photos to believe them, almost. Some scenes look totally different than what the place looked like. The ghost was doing fancy self-positioning tricks with relation to the direction the camera was pointing. It's very good at precisely positioning itself where it wants to appear in the photos. It demonstrated that very very well in this round of photos. It started that fancy positioning early on, and it made me wonder if a drop of water got on the camera lens again. But no, it was just the ghost holding a good steady relative position with respect to the direction the camera was pointing in. When I moved the camera, it'd look similar to a water drop, by staying with the direction of the camera so supernaturally well. No mortal could hold his relative position that well. Enough said for here. You'll have to visit the ghost photo page, which the Charlie's World page has become, to read more, and to see the photos. I haven't yet posted the stuff there. Since it's 2:50am right now, I think I'll wait till after I get some sleep, before I post the stuff to that page. Once I get wrapped up in a big update like that, it can easily take a couple of hours. Well, I'll catch you later.

Oh, one more thing. I noticed an effect at the bottom of this page. If you hit control-end or end, that'll bring you to the bottom of this page. Then, notice that the two ads aren't visible yet. Well, move the cursor to the upper-right, to position it over the scroll-up button, and VOILA! The ads magically appear, as if keyed to the cursor being moved in position to scroll the page. Why would they make it do that? Do you know? You'd think they'd want the ads to appear right away.

The above blog entry was made on February 25, 2008.

I finally added another song to this playlist, but I put it after the Green Acres Theme, since I wanted that to start off, to match the Jen the Hen theme. I just remastered the 1927 George Olsen recording of Someone to Watch over Me. I might redo it a little more later, but I've got it going now, second in the playlist.

I don't really think I lost any ability to act from the lessons at the college, but I was afraid it could have hindered me in some ways, like detrimental conditioned response stuff, as they say in psychology parlance. Mark the Shark, especially, is a creep.

The above blog entry was made on February 24, 2008.

Thanks, Maria Quiban. Thanks for again reading my email response on the air (February 22, 2008). This time, the My13LA news question of the night was: Should California adopt a law, similar to the one proposed in Mexico, to award financial damages for standing someone up at the alter? Here's my reply, which that hottie, Maria Quiban, read on the air:

No. That sounds like making it illegal to not go through with a wedding. That wouldn't be fair.

Steve

I was just thinking, they've read so many of my email responses on the air, I think I've achieved My13LA fame. I'm not sure they haven't said my name on the air more times, over the last month, than Paris Hilton's. I feel certain they've said my name more than yours, for the last month. Are you going to start being jealous of that now, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on February 23, 2008.

I just put my Madonna blog in reverse chronological order, too.

I'm not obligated to mention it here, but I just had a reason to update my legal notices page, which contains the terms of use of this website. My reason is that I've been under relentless attack by a pair of ruthless scoundrels. You'll know who I mean, after you've read yesterday's blog entry, Jen the Hen.

Mark the Shark is committing a whole range of crimes. He's a panderer. He's illegally using a public position to try to force people to be gay, to make people give gay favors. Conceding that live theater has a high percentage of gay actors, it stands to reason that it was forced on a high percentage of them, through sneaky tricks. He's interfering with the ability to acquire acting skill, by enforcing his own lies during the so-called critiques. All one has to do is watch one of their productions, to witnesses what poor acting he and his cohorts are turning out. He and his cohorts are committing the ultimate capital offense against quality acting. He and his cohorts are putting people under pressure to be sickening phoney-baloney frauds. That's the kind of pseudo-human person one finds around there, and it makes me sick. I hate their nauseating disrespectful guts. They're frauds, big-time. Mark the Shark has repeatedly, for years, interferred with my right to free speech. Their so-called warm-up exercises are a trick, to snap a person out of their normal responsiveness to people and the environment, to help those so-called teachers to pretend that their student victims are poor actors. Mark the Shark hinted at his guilt, in destroying people's natural acting ability, by saying, in a prior year, that he hates natural acting talent. If that's not a hinted confession to his intentionally destroying peoples natural acting ability, what is? Students are better actors when they start there, than when they leave, if they ever leave. It could be a trick to tempt students to keep enrolling, to try to get it right, so that the enrollment is high enough that the classes don't get cancelled. They had a number of theater department class cancellations recently. If they're not willing to teach honestly, the classes should be cancelled, to protect people from their dirty sabotage attacks against acting skill. The interpretations they were forcing on me are absolutely insane. They were forcing insane interpretations on me, because they were pretending me to be insane. That was the real reason. They were attempting to kill my mind, by trying to trick me into so-called therapy, to make me forget my past. They ought to be skinned alive. I almost hate to admit it, but [I was afraid] I was a better actor when I first got there, than I am now, and it's [it'd be] their fault. They've partially crippled my actor's mind, with their incessant, unmerciful utter bullshit. The acting industry is controlled by gansters like them. That's why acting quality keeps going downhill. They're heinous. Mark the Shark, the other night, told me that I'm not connected, which was to insinuate that I don't get to act, because I don't have connections in the industry. He's been acting like an industry gangster, and he must be stopped. Now. To make matters even worse, they are favoring liberals. The liberals aren't democracy, they're gangsters. They ought to have the disrespectful shit kicked completely out of their criminal asses. The big-money arts are operated as organized crime. Less than torturing them to death would be letting them off the hook too light. England's Tower of London has been out of operation too too long. Gangsters, like these creeps, ought to be tortured out of their disrespectful minds there, to teach them some manners.

I've become afraid again, of a possible personal physical attack from Mark the Shark. He's really dangerous. He tries to convey a show of authority, but he's really just a contemptible bully, who ought to be dealt with severely. He's scum.

The above blog entry was made on February 22, 2008.

I hear you've become a loner, Jen the Hen. They say you're working on a film in Vancouver, Canada. They say you aren't socializing with your fellow workers, and just retire to your room at night, most of the time. They say that's mostly what you do at home, even. They say you're just sticking to your two friends, Courteney and David Arquette. Also, they said you still have that mansion that you lived in with Brad, plus you've just bought a new Beverly Hills mansion. They also said that you go to restaurants less often than you used to. If you were going mostly to Norm's, I can understand that you'd get tired of that. I don't think they have a Norm's in Vancouver. That's why you've cut back? Speaking of the ever boring Norm's, you should read the poem I wrote about boring Norm's, recently. It's a little ways down this page. Maybe the source of this info thought acting is easy, and that you don't have to study the script and work on the role. Maybe you ought to hold a press conference to clear up that false impression, and tell people how demanding the job of acting is. You think? I know what you need, if I dare say so. You need me there to cheer you up.

I saw a partial eclipse of the moon tonight (February 20, 2008), at around 7:00pm. Later in the night, at around 11:00pm, I looked up again, and the moon was full. I probably would have taken a photograph of the eclipse, but I was in a hurry.

Here's another late-breaking newswire:

Mark the Shark is a Hillbilly fan? You think? He did attack me last night. He's been pretending me to be a criminally bad actor, as a political crime against me, and as a psychological attack against me, and as an attempt to sabotage my acting career. He's been trying to intimidate me into not talking to anyone, so that I wouldn't fink on his violations against my civil liberties, and to oppress me. He tried to torture me into forgetting, by pretending me to need so-called "therapy." He's been trying to trick me into giving up my intellectual property rights. I suspect he's been bribed, maybe more than once. As a case in point, last night Mark the Shark lied to my face. Not only did he pretend my acting to be bad, he told the specific lie that I "talked in a monotone." I've never talked in a monotone, in either his or Tom's classes. Mark the Shark is an out-and-out liar. If Hillbilly were to get into the whitehouse again, I believe they'd use the position to attack me behind the scenes. Hillbilly is a danger to the public and me, and should be involuntarily committed to a mental hospital, to reduce their violent criminal tendencies. The Democrats don't really support accuracy of the election process, but they claim to, as a form of election fraud. The following picture is self-explanatory.

The above blog entry was made on February 21, 2008.

In case you haven't noticed, they've been beefing up the publicity for the soon-to-be-released film, Semi-Pro, which I may be seen in, in one or more background shots. It premieres on leap day, the 29th of this month.

What do you think of the ghost photos updates I've done? Mind-blowing, aren't they?

Have you noticed? I've just reordered this blog, so that the most recent entry is at the top. Now, this blog is in reverse chronological order. I've been wrestling with this issue, in my mind, since I first started these blogs. I think the overall result should be better this way, with the newer entries higher on the page. That way, one can always start reading at the top, the way one normally does. One would be going back in time though, as one continues on down the page. You can think of it as blog time travel.

I was doing an exercise, from an acting textbook. The book said that if one doesn't want to use the portions of text it gave as examples, one can write one's own stuff. So, here's a rhyming poem I wrote for the purpose of the exercise.

Norm's is Boring

Norm's had a server
She worked with fervor
To satisfy the lot
Then there was me
How could that be?
How boring life has got

I've done some thinking about writing Norm's tv commercials. This poem of mine could be the basis of one. I've had other ideas for possible Norm's commercials, too. They should be doing business with me, for writing their commercials. I have a particular theme idea that would be phenomenal, but I'd hate to hint at what it is. I'd want to get credit and be paid for it.

Did you know that most of Shakespeare's plays were done in what's called blank verse?

I just lightened the background picture, to make the text easier to read. That's another thing I've been struggling with, since I started this website.

The above blog entry was made on February 20, 2008.

I've just put some interesting stuff in today's Madonna blog entry. One thing was a personal insight of mine about the earth's climate hundreds of millions of years ago. The other thing is that I just had a vision of what caused Steve Fossett to crash. My visions are accurate. Read up, Jen the Hen.

My latest observation, about the ghost photos, is one of the most interesting. It involves the Satanic number 13. I just updated the XLII portion of that page, to reflect this aspect. Be sure to read this update. It's a mind-blower, if one can believe what I said. I didn't fake it. It's genuine.

The above blog entry was made on February 18, 2008.

Thanks, Maria Quiban. Thanks for reading my email response on the air, on the My13LA news tonight (February 18, 2008). Tonight's question of the night was: Who was your favorite president? Here's my reply, which Maria Quiban read on the air:

I'd say Thomas Jefferson was my favorite president, but based on philosophy of his that people don't even know about.

Steve

In my god-like firsthand experience and knowledge, I know what Thomas Jefferson discussed with some of his contemporaries. This was the philosophy I was referring to, in my email response. I don't think I want to say here, what it was. I doubt that it was well documented, if documented at all. Suffice it to say that his personal philosophy of life was different than what most people would tend to guess, judging from his pivotal role as a founding father of the U. S.

Fidel Castro just resigned the presidency of Cuba. That's interesting timing, considering that he resigned on President's Day (U. S.), February 18, 2008.

I don't know how old this following Britney Spears photo is, but as you can see, it captures her sunbathing nude, on a patio. I was trying to find a butt shot of her weeks ago, but temporarily gave up on the idea. Then the other day, I came across this one, without even looking for it. So, now I've got her represented in the Jen the Hen page butt shot series here. I'd really hate for Brit to change her not-really-errant ways.

Well, I've got to get back to my other work now, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on February 19, 2008.

I've found more details in the latest ghost photos, since I posted them last night. Read about what else I've found, below the respective photos, Jen the Hen.

I just discovered more details in those ghost photos. It's an ongoing process, going over a ghost photo shoot. I just caught part of a new Mercury Insurance tv commercial, about a bear. Wouldn't you know it? They're taking advantage of my bear-theme, ghost photo shoots at the Cielo property. I'm flattered, but I wish I could get some money for my efforts.

I saw one of your ten-year-old movies coming on, while I had the tv on. It was The Object of My Affection. What struck me, in the beginning of the movie, is that you were wearing a polka dot dress, that looked like the one Sharon Tate was wearing in one of her famous photos. Here it is again, to the left. You'd never care one iota, I guess, but I'll say it anyway: You're still like that movie title to me, that is, you still feel like the object of my affection, to me, Jen the Hen. How could that be? You've been awful to me, the way you've largely ignored me, over the last three years, since we first met. Some things just don't seem completely logical, and this is a case in point. Well, I'd better get back to my ghost photos. I have more comments to make there.

The above blog entry was made on February 17, 2008.

At long last, I've just posted the best eight of the newest ghost photos I captured at the Cielo Drive property, on February 2, 2008. As should be expected, I included explanations of what's in the photos. You wouldn't want to miss this stuff. It's historic and supernatural.

The above blog entry was made on February 16, 2008.

As you may have heard already, Britney's father was granted a temporary continuation of his conservatorship of Brit's estate, until March 10, at least until a hearing. Not only that, her brother Bryan and a law firm applied for, and won, trusteeship of an trust, which contains all of Britney's liquid assets. Until now, her family had to pay for everything out of their own money, because her liquid assets were all in this trust. I wonder why her brother, and presumably a different law firm, were involved in this. Maybe it'd take a lawyer to understand how this new development would split control of her money between her brother and father and Andrew Wallett and the law firm. It seems to have gotten more complicated than ever. So, here Britney is, without control of her own life for another 25 days.

I'm tempted to put more pressure on the My13LA news, to report on my being cheated by Madonna. Everytime that my email responses to their questions of the night invovled Madonna in the answer, they haven't read my message. This time, on February 14, 2008, their question of the night was: What would you put in a time capsule? Here's my reply, which they again didn't read on the air:

I'd put information in it about Madonna, the singer, having cheated me out of music credits and fame and success. You've never read my Madonna messages on the air before. Afraid? Posthumously isn't soon enough for this news to reach the public.

Steve

I'm wondering if Madonna bribed them to keep quiet about this. I believe she's bribed people in key postions many times, over the decades. I believe those bribes have added up to many millions of dollars. I'm afraid that if I were to contact the management of that news station, it could tempt them to not treat me as well.

The above blog entry was made on February 15, 2008.

Have you heard? They said that Britney married the paparazzo, Adnan Ghalib, in Mexico. That was immediately on the heels of her release from her first lockup in the Cedars-Sinai mental ward. They said it's not legitimate though, as Adnan was still married to someone else. They also said that Britney said she'd marry Adnan again, as soon as his divorce is final. Brit reportedly paid Adnan hundreds of thousands of dollars to speed up his divorce.

The above blog entry was made on February 14, 2008.

I doubt that you noticed, but my website was down for many hours on Tuesday, the twelvth. It was a hardware problem at my hosting service. As you can see, this website it back up again. Aren't you glad? What would you ever do without me and my website, Jen the Hen?

Can you believe Madonna winning a seventh grammy recently?

The above blog entry was made on February 13, 2008.

Hurray! This time, the My13LA news read my email response, to their question of the night, first. Coincidentally, I had sent in a reply with the error of accidentally omitting the word "not." I caught that when I reread it, and fixed the message, and put a notice of error correction in the subject line, then I resent the corrected message. This time, the question of the night was: Would the world be a better place without email, texting and instant messaging? Here's my reply, which they read on the air:

No. Email, texting and instant messaging are NOT causing the world's problems. They are just conveniences. I have to wonder why anyone would want to banish them, by blaming them.

Steve

Now, on to the next topic. Madonna's Confessions Tour was nominated in the "best long-form music video" category, and she took home the grammy for it. I wonder; do they really think Madge is all that good, or are they just looking for kickbacks? Go figure. I didn't even watch the grammy award show on tv. I'm disgruntled that the Recording Academy is being run like a crime syndicate. If I were to take the helm there, I'd totally overhaul the whole situation, as much as possible. Some of the worst music of all time, namely rap, has been on the climb. You have to suspect something dishonest behind the scenes. How else could that be explained? Like I've said before, "rap is crap."

The above blog entry was made on February 12, 2008.

Can you believe it? My Charlie's World web page is now my most popular page here. Is it really any wonder, though, considering those ghost photos? I still haven't added the latest ghost photos. I've been so busy.

The above blog entry was made on February 11, 2008.

Thanks, Liz Habib. Thanks for reading my email on the My13LA news tonight (February 9, 2008). Tonight's question of the night was: When the new president wins, what should be at the top of his to-do list? Here's my email reply, which Liz Habib read on the air:

At the top of his to-do list should be an unrelenting push to purge all unconstitutional law from the books. The vast majority of law is unconstitutional.

Steve

You know I was saying that all along, long before I realized Ron Paul's politics were something like that. He just did remarkably well at the Washington State caucuses. There are known anarchists in Washington State. You think? I know. All you rich bitches, I know you'd rather have your bank balances guarded round the clock.

The above blog entry was made on February 10, 2008.

Well, I finally did it. I went to see Romeo and Juliet at a local theater. I'm so glad I went. That was the first production of it I've ever seen. It was a minimalist production. It was moving, though.

The above blog entry was made on February 8, 2008.

I happened to meet the general manager of the Norm's restaurant chain this afternoon. I expressed interest in writing tv commercials for Norm's. She asked for a business card, so I gave her one. She said she'd give it to the marketing department. You think?

The above blog entry was made on February 7, 2008.

Remember those contrails over Fullerton that I mentioned? Those were on January 31, 2008. Well, here are the photos. Click the contact sheet to see the large versions.

I was just thinking that I believe that was really skywriting, rather than contrails. I just checked the word, "skywriting," to verify it. It's not a word I've used much. Notice that one of those lines in the sky had its end, or starting point, almost directly overhead. I think that writing was a message to me, personally. What do you think it means? I just thought of a coincidence. That skywriting was on the very same day that Britney Spears was committed to the mental hospital. She was already locked up in Resnick, when those lines were drawn in the sky. You think that meant her stay is related to me? What a thought!

I'm making myself do some backlogged stuff, that I didn't want to put off. Now I've got the photos of that morning frost here, early this week.

Next, I should post those photos I snapped, of the burnt-down Morehouse mustard building in Fullerton. I've been putting that off a long time.

The above blog entry was made on February 6, 2008.

I sure hope you keep reading this blog, Jen the Hen. You know what I just did? I just wrote a new verse to the Green Acres Theme, about Britney. It's high art. It retains all of the rhymes and some of the original words, and covers all of her current life problems. It's mind-blowing. I plan to record my own version, with my own voice and instrumental portions. I was contemplating posting the new lyrics here, but I'm wondering if maybe I should wait until after I record it myself, so that no one beats me to the punch, or tries to steal credit for my Britney verse.

I just put one of the most beautiful hit counters I've ever seen at the bottom of the Resnick hospital page. Take a look, Jen the Hen. If odometers were that lovely, maybe people would drive even more. It looks that good.

The above blog entry was made on February 5, 2008.

How are your business and film-making going? Come on, talk to me, Jen the Hen. You know how; all women know how to talk. For women, talking is on a par with breathing and eating and walking.

Here's a link to my new page with the photos I took of the Resnick hospital. You can click the proof sheet to reach the larger images of Resnick.

Click here to see photos of Resnick Psychiatric Hospital at UCLA, where Britney Spears was committed.

Aren't you glad you're not locked up there yourself.

The above blog entry was made on February 4, 2008.

I've got some interesting news. First, I went to the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital at UCLA, to try to visit Britney Spears. The Admissions Nurse told me that Britney is being blocked. The nurse said she can't tell anyone, and she doesn't even know where Britney is, herself. I had an interesting vision while I was walking in the corridor of the hospital. If you'd visit me, I'd tell you about it. Well, I took 26 photographs while I was there, most of them outside. I noticed one interesting thing inside. There was a sign that said Bel Air Room. What's interesting about that is that the Cielo Drive property is in the Bel Air district. A symbolic connection between that stuff and Britney? Go figure? Well, I left the hospital, and I was thinking about looking for Sharon's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but I figured I wouldn't be able to get a good photograph of it anyway, because it was night. So, I was driving along Wilshire, and noticed the sign for Rexford. That reminded me of Beverly Hills and the Cielo property. So, I decided to take advantage of my proximity to visit for more ghost photos. It was another success. I just went through the stuff quickly. I need a little more time to go over the photos. I took 46 photos, not all of which came out. About a half dozen or more were unsalvagable. I did find ghostly images in some of the good ones, though. If you're like me, you'll be impatient to see them. I'll post them to my Charlie's World page, when I get a chance. It's late, 12:41am. I think I should wait till tomorrow to post them.

Here's a bulletin I posted someplace:

I'm disappointed to learn that Brit's father, Lynn, and a lawyer, Andrew Wallet, have gotten temporary legal control over Brit's health and finances and life. They just tacked on 14 days to her involuntary commitment to the mental hospital. Also, a two-week restraining order was granted, to keep Brit's manager and friend, Sam Lufti, away from her.

I wish there were something I could do to help Brit. I feel sorry for her.

The above blog entry was made on February 3, 2008.

I need a favor from you, Jen the Hen. I've half made up my mind to attempt a visit with Britney Spears Saturday afternoon or evening. I think I should talk to her before her 72 hours are up. It looks like they're planning to keep her beyond those 72 hours. I think she should want to talk to me. You must know she's at the UCLA medical center. If you could put in a word for me, to help vouch for me, I'd appreciate it. I'm asking the same of Madonna. If she cares about Britney, she should speak up for me.

The above blog entry was made on February 2, 2008.

I was just about to quit for the night, and I remembered about the contrails in the sky at home this morning. I grabbed my camera and shot eight photos. The sky was full of them. Since one of them ended almost directly overhead, it made me wonder if that was a hint that they were about me. I'm not sure they weren't about me. I'll post the photos here when I get a chance.

The above blog entry was made on February 1, 2008.

I just bought a parking permit that's good till into June. I didn't pick it out, but the one I was handed has interesting numerical coincidences. It's got an initial zero, followed by Sharon Tate's two-digit year of birth, followed by Sharon Tate's two-digit year of death. So, The number is 04369. How do you think that happened? Mere coincidence?

I just had a good night in acting class. I felt more energized than I've ever felt before in an acting class. It was a good feeling. I was eager to volunteer for the next exercise, but we were already near the end of the class, for the night.

The above blog entry was made on January 30, 2008.

I'm loving it. The My13LA news just read one of the better ones of my email responses on the air (January 27, 2008). This time, their email question of the night was: Should you pay attention to candidate endorsements, or form your own opinion about them? Here's my reply, which Liz Habib read on the air:

No. Take my word for it. Celebs are political idiots. Don't take their words for anything, political or scientific. They couldn't figure their way out of a stepped-in bubble gum.

Sincerely,
Steve

Thank you very much, Liz Habib. Of the various messages of mine you people have read on the air, I'm especially glad you read that one.

The above blog entry was made on January 28, 2008.

Here's some coincidences. First, you've probably heard that Heath Ledger, the actor who just died, was from Perth, Australia. The coincidence in that is that I was considering moving to Perth, specifically, a few years ago. I never made it over there, though. The other coincidence is that the other actor who just died, Christian Brando, was my age. We were born in 1958. What next, you wonder? Well, I'm still waiting for someone to find the Steve Fossett plane wreckage, in the mountains surrounding Twin Falls, Idaho. I don't think that would be found before the spring melt, at the earliest, though.

The above blog entry was made on January 27, 2008.

My13LA just read my email response on the air (January 25, 2008). This time, their question of the night was: Would your plans for future vacations be different, based on the Monte Carlo Hotel fire? Here's my reply, which Rick Garcia read on the air:

No. This new fire doesn't prove much, and it wasn't serious.

Steve

Sometimes they read my reply last, as if to cap it all of with the best, which of course is my own.

The above blog entry was made on January 26, 2008.

Can you believe how the coincidences keep on coming? Here's another one. I was just clearing off some of the old business on my computer desktop, after which I decided to play the 1921 recording, again, of 15-year-old Josephine Baker singing Blue Skies. After listening to it two or three times, I suddenly realized something. She was Eddie Albert's age, less than a month younger than him. He was born in May of 1906 and she was born in June of 1906. I've had that recording on my desktop for months, and then I did the remastering of the Green Acres theme. That was a mere coincidence. I didn't choose those songs when I did because of their being the same age. She died when I was a junior in high school, and he died a couple of years ago. She was known as the black Venus, because she was black and pretty. She died of a brain haemorrhage in Paris, and was buried in Monaco. And check this out. The last name of her mother was McDonald, as in Old McDonald had a Farm. Do you think that had anything to do with casting Eddie Albert in Green Acres? Maybe they got the story idea from that coincidence? I've been thinking about putting that recording of Blue Skies in my playlist here, but so far I haven't.

I finally transcribed the lyrics of Lullaby of the Leaves onto paper. I was going to post it here before, but I was distracted by other things.

Lullaby of the Leaves

transcribed by Steve Malinowski - 2008

Cradle me where southern skies
Have watched me with a million eyes
Sing me to sleep (oo) lullaby of the leaves (oo oo oo)
Cover me with heavens blue
And let me dream a dream or two
Sing me to sleep (oo) lullaby of the leaves (oo oo)
I'm breezing along, along with the breeze
I'm hearing a song, a song through the trees (oo oo oo)
A fine melody caressing the bark
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
(oo oo bah bah bah bah) That southland
Though I feel it in my soul
And though I know I've reached my goal
Sing to me, sing to me, sing to me
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
Of . . . the . . . leaves . . .

Now, here's the lyrics to Doin' the Raccoon.

Doin' the Raccoon

(George Olsen recorded this on September 13,1928)

College men knowledge men
Do a dance called raccoon
It's the craze nowadays
And it will get you soon
Buy a coat and try it
I'll bet you'll be a riot
It's a wow, learn to do it right now

High brow, low brow, intermediate
Make believe they're all collegiate soon
To do the raccoon
Raccoon coats don't care who's wearing 'em
Hallroom boys will all be sharing 'em soon
To do the raccoon

Every day its popularity grows
It's the most important item in clothes

Ten bucks down, and though it scratches you
Wear it till the sheriff catches you soon
To do the raccoon

Oh they wear 'em down at Princeton
And they share 'em up at Yale
They eat in them at Harvard
But they sleep in them in jail
They store 'em at Ohio
They're hawked at Notre Dame
They carry 'em at California
But they wear out just the same
At Penn they're made of rabbit
At Vassar sex appeal
At Nebraska made of airedale
In Chicago lined with steel

From every college campus comes the cheer oi yoi
The season for the raccoon coat is here my boy

Rough guys, tough guys, men of dignity
Join the raccoon coat fraternity soon
To do the raccoon
Rich men, poor men, all have pride in them
No one knows who walks inside of them soon
To do the raccoon

Every day you'll have your downs and your ups high ho
Every day those raccoon coats will have pups I know

Get a girl and start to hurry her
Right downtown to some big furrier soon
You'll do the raccoon

Rac rac rac rac rac rac rac raccoon

All this messing around adds up to a lot of work over time, believe it or not. I wish I were getting paid for this stuff.

The above blog entry was made on January 22, 2008.

I was just noticing that Eddie Albert, the late actor who played the lead, Oliver Wendell Douglas, would be 102 if he were still alive. He was 21 the year this version of Varsity Drag was recorded, in 1927. He was born in 1906. He died in 2005 of pneumonia, at the age of 99. He was 59 when the tv series, Green Acres, started in 1965. He was 65 at the wrap of the final episode, in 1971. The other lead, Eva Gabor, who played his wife, Lisa Douglas, in Green Acres, was 46 at the start of the series. She was 52 at the time of the last episode. I'm finally in the age range she was in, during that series. At 49, I'm in the middle of that range. She died at age 76, of respiratory failure, from complications of food poisoning.

The above blog entry was made on January 21, 2008.

I got lucky again. The My13LA news read another one of my email responses on the air. This time, the question of the night was: How have your viewing habits changed, since the writers' strike? Here's my reply, which Maria Quiban read on the air:

They haven't. My viewing habits are the same.

Steve

Thanks, Maria.

On Larry King Live this evening, they discussed a UFO event that happened on January 8, over Stephenville, Texas. How do you like the "Stephen" part of that name? Maybe those extraterrestrials were trying to authenticate the reality of my UFO encounter of August 31, 2001, days before the twin towers disasters. That is a variant form of my first name. You see, not only celebs make efforts to meet me, so do extraterrestrials. So, this is another case in point that I truly am the symbolic center of the world, of the universe, even. I told you so, Jen the Hen.

The visits count of my Charlie's World web page has passed the visits count of this page. What do you think about that? Maybe you need another PR angle? You'll never be as interesting as the stuff I put on that page?

Around 4:00am this morning, the outdoor thermometer in my back yard read 39.5°F. I think the temperature dropped more than that, but I wasn't up by 7:15am to check. The coldest point of the day/night is usually 7:15am. The temperature was only about a half degree higher at going on 8:00am. I know it was colder than that at 7:15am. I neglected to mention that we had a couple of low temps in the high 30's earlier in this cold season. This is the third month, I think, that we've had temps down in the 30's this cold season. Wednesday night I was out late, and a very cold wind was blowing. I wished I had worn my leather jacket, which is much warmer than the one I had on.

The above blog entry was made on January 18, 2008.

The fabulous Maria Quiban did it for me a second night in a row. This time, the My13LA question of the night was: Is free money just the thing our economy needs to kick-start it? Here's my reply, which the hot Maria read on the air:

I'm not sure, but I'm willing to put it to the test, by accepting some of that free money. The sooner the better.

Steve

Thanks again, my dear Maria Quiban. I've been thinking about you ever since I started watching you on the defunct OCN. Your last name was different then, as you know.

The above blog entry was made on January 19, 2008.

My13LA again read my email response tonight, making it the third night in a row they read my replies. This time, their question of the night was: Do you believe in UFO's? Why or why not? Here's my response, which they read on the air (January 19, 2008):

Yes. I've seen UFO's many times. In Fullerton, I watched an half-hour UFO extravaganza in the sky over Anaheim, from about 9:00pm to 9:30pm, on August 31, 2001. Steve

It definitely wasn't fireworks. I'm certain of it.

As you may have heard, I've got the Green Acres Theme at the top of this page's playlist, now. I finally figured out one of the lines in it that I could never figure out before. It goes, "I get allergic smelling hay." I redid the sound qualities some. What got me thinking about that song is I'm tentatively planning on recording a Hillary put-down-lyrics version of it. Since I made campaign lyrics for her, which she never used, I should at least try to counteract any beneficial effect of it, by doing a Hillary-put-down version of a song.

This next photo shows how young you were when Green Acres was still being produced.

This picture shows how young you started fooling around, Jen the Hen. As you should remember, that's from an episode of Green Acres. You sure got into the business young.

Since I went to the trouble of transcribing the lyrics, from listening to the song, I may as well include the lyrics here.

Green Acres Theme

Lyrics transcribed by Steve Malinowski - 2008

Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for me
Land spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan; just give me that countryside
New York is where I'd rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling I love you, but give me Park Avenue
The chores
The stores
Fresh air
Times Square
You are my wife
Goodbye city life
Green Acres we are there

The above blog entry was made on January 20, 2008.

I just figured out that a so-called film production company is a scam. I'm not sure they won't actually shoot a film, but they are dishonest. They ought to be blackballed, for trying to trick people with their so-called agreements. They have the earmarks of a scam. I wish I could shut them down. I don't want to go out on a limb, by mentioning them by name.

The My13LA news just read another one of my email responses on the air. This time, their question of the night was: Have you ever chatted with anyone on the internet, who turned out to be an imposter? Here's my reply, which they read on the air:

Yes, I've encountered more than one. In one example, he was a scammer, claiming I won a lottery in Great Britain. I'm glad I didn't fall for it, and send him the large sum of money as a so-called "money transfer fee."

Steve

I likewise don't wish to mention that scam by name.

How do you like the Mike Carona resignation yesterday? I'm glad. The corruption charges have been running through the top of that department. It finally caught up with him too. I don't want to ever vote for him for any office. I don't think he'll be able to credibly run for any office of any kind again, in the wake of all of that. Even if he beats the rap this time, I think his public image is shot already. This crowns it all. I think he's finished for good.

I just told Madonna in her blog, here, that she should watch Ron Paul, at the South Carolina, January 10, 2008 debate. According to the statistics, Ron Paul won that debate. The video is near the top of my politics page, here. You too should watch it, Jen the Hen. Watch it, and try to understand that most politicians show no respect for the constitution, by putting unconstitutional bills up for congressional vote. They shouldn't be doing that, big-time. It's tantamount to insider war against the American people.

The above blog entry was made on January 15, 2008.

I just saw Paris Hilton in a tv report, in which they said she was looking like a 1920's flapper tribute. That has to be interpreted that Paris heard Varsity Drag here. So, what else? Maybe hearing that song sparked her interest in that era also? I've got more where that came from.

Yesterday's Parade paper features a photo of Vince Vaughn pointing to a mic, on the cover. Right away that reminded me of my having said, a year or so back, that I get good results recording my voice through a pc mic. So, I just made myself read the article inside. The photo probably means that he is a private person about his relationship with you, Jen the Hen. He said he wasn't trying to make his relationship with you a media event. He said other things in the article, of course. Do you even bother to read such articles? Let me know, and I'll ship you my copy if you want to read it.

The above blog entry was made on January 14, 2008.

My13LA news just read another one of my email responses on the air (January 12, 2008). This time, their question of the night was: When it comes to kids and competition, is it too much pressure or just kids play. Here's my response, which they read on the air:

It depends on the child. You can't overgeneralize such things. It seems there are too many trying to create one-size-fits-all statements about anything and everything. If it's right for the child, it's right.

Steve

I just watched Saturday Night Live, and they did a spoof of my idea of doing a movie, with Woody Allen in the lead, playing the ultimate loser. The guy's looks reminded me of Woody. He was being interviewed all over, various places, by many people about a movie. In a previous month, I suggested my movie idea to Woody Allen and Martin Scorsese and Diane Keaton over the internet. And VOILA!, SNL ended up doing this spoof on their show tonight. I really believe I inspired that. I wish I were paying closer attention to it. I'm still willing to do a screenplay for such a movie.

The above blog entry was made on January 13, 2008.

Before I mention anything else, I should say that Nicole Richie's newborn girl's name is Harlow Winter Kate Madden. How's that for a name? Right away, that whole name reminds me of a possible sleasy interpretation. Should I say what it is? Well, Jean Harlow seemed like anything but frigid to some insiders. "Winter" could mean that personal kind of frigidity. The name "Kate" reminds me of a sleasy pulp paperback I read in the early 1970's, with a character nicknamed "cunty Katie." The name "Madden" could mean "to anger" or "to madden." So, what that all adds up to is something like the plight of Jean Harlow's late husband, Paul Bern, who had a problem something like that, with Jean, in real life. She was frigid towards Paul, so to speak, but not at all that way with every other guy she fancied. This is the ultimate tease scenario, where the broad gives the most intensely gratifying favors to some other guy, while the teased guy watches, without receiving those favors himself. That problem wasn't angering Paul, but he did feel jealous. I had just written to someone, saying that Joel's brother said the baby was coming within the next week. The tv report said he told them that they hadn't even gone over names for the baby. Then, all of a sudden, the baby arrives with this name. What strikes me as interesting is that it comes on the heels of my having written about Jean Harlow and Paul Bern. I think I still have that stuff on this page.

I just had an idea for a odd sort of comedy film. I was tossing and turning in bed, when the idea came to me. The movie could be titled The Butt Hair Killings. What gave me the idea is that one of my namesakes became painfully entwined in the fabric of my robe. As I squirmed in bed, my robe pulled on it with great force, causing a sharp pain there. The story could be set in Great Britain, and the case of guts being pulled out of people would be investigated by Scotland Yard. Those hairs are special. They are deeply connected, by elaborate connective tissue arrangements, to all the internal organs. What this means is that a person is effectively disemboweled, by way of the tenacious grip one's clothing has on that hair. For, to pull on it with enough force would pull all one's insides out, spilling them onto the bed beside one. Finally the truth comes out, so the happy ending is that there was no serial killer involved in the killing spree. Or was there? The textile designer! You think? So, the story ends with this lingering doubt in the mind. Case solved. Or was it . . . ?

The above blog entry was made on January 12, 2008.

Now I've got another coincidence to mention, to go along with the eye ghost and the movie, The Eye. Paul McCartney has a web page called Meyesight, at (you guessed it) meyesight.com.

Here's a late-breaking news wire image:
Hillary gets so excited about her "universal healthcare" idea.

Hillary gets so excited about her "universal healthcare" idea.

The Windows instructions you starred in didn't explain this:
Windows can't copy the empty area corresponding to Hillary's mind.

Windows can't copy the empty area corresponding to Hillary's mind.

You need to tell the producer of that Windows help to update to explain the above.

Speaking of the ghost photos at the Tate residence, what do you think of the line in Varsity Drag with "Here at Tate" in it?

The above blog entry was made on January 11, 2008.

How do you like this for a coincidene? Have you heard of the new Jessica Alba movie, coming out February 1, called The Eye? Does that title remind you of my recent eye ghost photos? What do you think of this next animation?

Things happen. What next?

Speaking of Jessica Alba, I've got a photo of her in my special page, appearing the way she was meant to be seen.

The above blog entry was made on January 10, 2008.

Here's a campaign message video about Hillbilly '08. Click this animation to see the Hillbilly video.

The liberal politicians are wrong across-the-board. I'm particularly afraid of Hillary's so-called universal health care nonsense.

The above blog entry was made on January 9, 2008.

I'd like a miracle to help me do well at my D-Day event tomorrow.

I just posted those new ghost photos, and just now I saw an animated web ad, in which a connect-the-dot drawing drew itself. You think? Some people do visit my pages, it seems.

It looks like my miracle came through for me. I went to the court, and discovered that my case was vacated. It was dismissed without prejudice. That means the lawsuit is gone, at least for the time being. The clerk suggested I talk to the former plaintiff, to find out what happened. Now that I've thought about it, I think that'd be a good idea, to talk to them. If some friend paid off my balance, without mentioning it, I'd definitely like to know about it. So, I was walking back to my car, when I saw a lady sitting on the curb of the parking lot, by the court building. I was thinking how much her face looked like Diane Keaton, but my impression is that she may have been a homeless person, in jeans and long hair, without bangs. I dismissed the idea that was her, and continued on to my car. When I started my car to leave, I figured I'd swing back around to drive by the lady, and see if I can figure out who she was. Unfortunately, she had stood up and walked away from the curb, nearer to the building. So, I've got something else to discuss with Diane, the next time I find her someplace. I was thinking I'd at least want to say thank you, if she helped me. Not everyone would do a favor like that.

Even though it looks like Ron Paul is having trouble in the popularity polls, I want to include this promotional video here:

Ron Paul's politics, as he's stated them, are more similar to my own than those of any other politician I'm aware of.

The above blog entry was made on January 7, 2008.

I finally figured out what the two ghostly images are, in one of my new Cielo Drive ghost photos. They are a pair of bear's paw prints. The set of photos forms a cohesive themed set. They are on the Ursa Major theme, for the most part. Are those new photos of mine enough to blow even the mind of Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on January 5, 2008.

Remember my mentioning that Abe Lincoln is in my homepage banner, on the right side? Well, that's interesting, considering the Ann Rutledge and Lincoln thing in my recent experience visiting the Cielo Drive property.

The above blog entry was made on January 6, 2008.

I hesitate to post those new ghost photos of mine. It seems like a shame to not make money on them. I prepared four or five of the best ones for posting in my Charlie's World page, but I'm still hesitating. Here's what I just wrote to Mia Farrow about these photos:

Dear Mia,

You've got to check this out. It's the next best thing to visiting Sharon at home. I can tell you what's in my new photos. I took 31 stills, and two videos. In two of the stills, there is a ghost that resembles a giant eyeball with a light beam coming out of his pupil, hovering low over the ground, near the gate. And that's not all. I've got shots of ghosts that look different than that. Some look like colorful crowns, with a row of three dots at the top of the crown. One of them looks like a green man-in-the-moon, staring at a bear image in a galaxy, suggestive of the constellation Ursa Major, but this image looks far more like a bear's face. Think of what these would look like framed on your wall, in your own personal Sharon Tate household ghost museum. Think of giving all your friends a tour of these.

I've been experiencing a lot of supernatural things. These photos were captured at 5:00 or 5:30 am, on New Year's day. Later that day, after getting some sleep, then being awake a while, I laid back down, and woke up twice, feeling like I was suffocating, face down on my bed. These two times were between about 9:00pm and 9:15pm, on January 1. The half hour between 9:00pm and 9:30pm seemed like a very long time, as if by ghost magic. After I got up again, I was sitting and thinking, and then the name, Rutledge, came to mind from out of the blue. I tried to think of a first name and "Ann" came to mind. I looked up the name, Ann Rutledge, and found her to be a fiancee of Abraham Lincoln, who died of a fever in 1835. Her name came to mind when I was thinking about the houses at Shadybrook, a street off Cielo Drive, a short distance from the gate at 10048 (formerly 10050). That name may have been supernaturally put in my mind for some reason. I think one would find that someone who lives there at Shadybrook has some kind of connection to Ann Rutledge. That is, if whoever would care to admit such a thing.
[This note wasn't in the message to Mia:
Notice the name, Lexington, in the reference where some info on Ann Rutledge came from:
Edward Steers' Lincoln Legends: Myths, Hoaxes, and Confabulations Associated With Our Greatest President (Lexington, University Press of Kentucky, 2007). Keep "Lexington" in mind, when reading on.]

To top all of this off, on my way over to the Cielo place, something made me turn sooner than I planned to, so I came to a street called Lexington, and turned left, which took me to Benedict Canyon anyway. Well, this is an interesting coincidence too, because I came across a post card to an Hy Uchitel. It was from Jacqueline Suzann and her husband, Irving Mansfield. It was addressed to 30 E. 65th St., New York, NY. I could let you read the postcard yourself. The handwriting is scribbles, but I finally decyphered it all. It was written four days before Sharon's and Roman's wedding. It mentioned going to the wedding recitation. Jackie and Irving were in London and were "going native." They were to Manchester and Liverpool. Jackie wrote the postcard. She said London is "sensational." The name "Manchester" strikes me as odd, because both my father's and oldest brother's first names are "Chester," and of course they are both men. It appears that 65th is next to Lexington, in Manhattan. I tried to find something about Hy Uchitel, but couldn't. In doing that internet search, a page it brought up asked what famous pharmacy is near 65th and Lexington, in that approximate neighborhood. I never did find any such pharmacy in that search. Superstition could make me feel like maybe these search results supernaturally had something to do with Britney, just at midnight, being locked up in a hospital for drug tests and observation. Less believable things have happened.

What can I say but that my life is more supernatural than natural. Isn't everyone's? Since I'm a regular guest of Sharon et al, you ought to talk to me in person. If I take enough of those photos, you could have a respectable museum room after a while, dedicated to this stuff. If I had the money, I'd buy that Cielo property, but poor me, I could never afford a house anywhere.

RSVP ASAP.

Steve

Does this description not sound impressive? I'm eager to get ever more shots of that stuff. Now your curiosity is really going to kill you, until I post these? Well, you can call me or come to me, and then we could go over this stuff in person. You wouldn't want to give me that satisfaction? I've got a sensational idea. You can loan me the money to buy the Cielo Drive house, until I bring in the money. But you'd be afraid that I'd never be able to pay it back? It seems I'd never make any money living here, where I'm still at. This place is a perpetual jinx.

I've done it. I just posted my new ghost photos, from the Cielo Drive property, to my Charlie's World page. As you know, the widget to get there is in the set of widgets near the bottom of the page. My new photos from the Cielo property are definitely too good to miss.

The above blog entry was made on January 4, 2008.

I went somewheres to celebrate the coming of 2008. This time, I got there late. I didn't enter the place till about ten minutes past midnight. The place wasn't going full-out until maybe 2:00am. It was one of those nights when they stayed open till 5:00am. I was there till closing. I wasn't finding any A-list people, but I didn't say definitely that I was going, so maybe that had a little to do with it. There was one lady who reminded me of you, Jen the Hen. Her nose looked like yours pre-nose-job. She didn't look as full-busted either. Other than that, she looked similar enough to make me think about it. There were two ladies, including one Native-American-looking one and one blonde there, who kept the night there from being too boring. They had some music on I liked sometimes. That helped too. There was also an Allyson, so I told her about the self-described ghost of June Allyson's daughter, who I met in Hollywood about five years ago. I was about to tell her about that ghost's inviting me to the Roosevelt Hotel with her, but this Allyson walked away abruptly at that point, as if I had just given her the cue. Maybe she sensed what I was going to say? Maybe she thought it was something else I was about to say. Maybe that was a hint that she was the same ghost? That's believable, even though she didn't look the same to me. This time, I saved $25.00 dollars by not using the valet parking. Instead, I parked many blocks away. It was a long walk, but I'm glad I saved that $25.00. I didn't quite make it to the place by midnight. I was walking on Sunset when midnight arrived. I might have made it to the place by midnight, but I hadn't realized that I parked on the same street the place was on. I walked too far west and then too far east. Those detours surely caused me to not get there before midnight. There was a lady in the Hollywood Hills who offered to let me use her parking validation if she hadn't already given it to someone else. I couldn't see her well at that distance at night. Since she was so nice, I wondered if she was hinting that she'd like me to visit her. I'd have been glad to, if she had asked. A limosine hooked at me as it drove by. The driver waved at me as he drove by. That's another reason to move to Hollywood. More people recognize me there. You're not the only one living that, Jen. I saw a guy walking on the sidewalk playing one of those electric guitars with an internal amplifier and loudspeaker. He was wearing a white turban. That was amusing. When I left, I found a New Year's, pasteboard, black party hat on the sidewalk. I put it on, and wore it as I walked back to my car. I saw my silhouette shadow as I walked with that hat on. It was such an interesting-looking image, I wish I had a picture of it. I'm thinking of taking a new picture of myself wearning that hat. It'd be a shame to waste the opportunity.

Maybe I shouldn't tell you this in advance. The anticipation could drive you mad. You might twist and turn and take up drinking, all out of impatience, wanting to know. Well, I captured more ghost photos at the Cielo property. Very interesting, those. However, I won't get around to posting them for a little while. I felt like I was being waved goodbye to, by the waving shadows of big leaves on the opposite hillside, as I pulled out of the drive, back onto Cielo Drive. Those ghosts looked different this time. I won't even give you any advance clues as to how they looked. You'll just have to wait it out like everyone else.

The above blog entry was made on January 2, 2008.

Site Map Legal
This quarter, since page split:

Buy computer parts

This page was split from the original on June 11, 2008.
This web page was last updated on June 12, 2008.