Sunday, March 19, 2006

GOO

I was hoping to post some pictures of goo but for some reason I am unable to. You will just have to use your mind's eye to depict the many ideas of goo that might exist. Start with mac n cheese. Move on to Jello. Then think pudding, tapioca-style. Then there are the end of the world scenarios that involve evil goo that is made of self-replicating nano-bots. The grey goo goes out of control and takes over everything, gladhands itself into every crevice, halting life and normal movements. Then there is the paint goo, the substance of excitement, subject to pseudo-control by the indoctrinated willing hands of painters. The goo is the mess of reality staining itself onto flat grounds. The goo says hi in many forms and is so insolent at times, but innocent, always, you must remember, its failings are your failings, if you are seeking to use it. Useful goo. There is also the goo of insides that I will not mention, for I am feeling too fragile physically. Ok maybe I will mention some: your brain is probably gooey, your organs, if you are lucky, are pulsing and sticky. To me these goos are metaphorically and causally related. The pudding is the wonder of my neurochemistry, I am sure. My paints are like self-replicating goo-bots: sometimes purposeful, sometimes haywire.

I am signing off, sort of. Must attend to the details of life that have gone unattended to. I cannot be more specific.

37 comments:

Trouble in the Suburbs said...

Out here in the suburbs we cannot use goo, only liquids and gases.

mountain man said...

That is a lie. Are you having a psychotic break? Have you been cleaning your floors with your tongue? Perhaps your brain is stained with cleaning agents and you do not know who you are anymore.

Troubled and Stained said...

You are right. I am hallucinating.

Frogs said...

This morning has been transitional for the alignment of trust and fellowship. There are throbbing units of personhood that have found their way into my quaking canals and left bits of uncomfortable crumbs, dregs of textual information. I have allowed them in, because this is the way of Frogs but then it hurts to have them here because I lack fortitude. What I lack in fortitude is made up for in enhancement programs, herky jerky movements and entry into the skull of tomorrow. I have a skull that I bring with me in my satchel on a stick, I hope I don't get found out by the authorities even though I never killed anyone, I am telling you.

Frogs is aging, Frogs is old. Frogs needs the solace of chum to survive. The wit and menace inherent in chum. Chum is related to goo.

pd said...

But I love you Frogs...isn't that enough? I will be chum.

mountain man said...

PD!!!! You are my chum manifesto. Frogs is insane.

pd said...

Go easy on Frogs, he is not of this earth. But yes, I am your chum first and foremost.

pd said...

I woke up sooooo hungry and there is nothing in the larder. There is no tard in the larder either.

mountain man said...

Oh oh oh, there is nothing in my larder either except a few slices of bread. This is a problem. But maybe not for me as I ate heartily last evening. I ate like a scum in the dark even though everyone could see me. I apologize.

pppd said...

Your Goo post has made me hungrier. Especially the mac and cheese part.

pd said...

I did not see anything but the rough and tumble behind your head.

mountain man said...

I am still thinking about that rough and tumble business. It was ouching and out of control.

mountain man said...

Two men fighting in the restaurant right behind me noggin. Punching yelling and shoving.

pd said...

Yeah, I am glad your head wasn't against glass. I was surprised our waiter didn't get hurt. Thinking back, I was such a smart-ass to ask when the second show was.

mountain man said...

Shmoo. Today is shmoo day, especially on my legs.

pd said...

Oh, last night I dreamt that there was a promotion that Philly Cream Cheese was having where they hid a 24 karat gold wedding band in one of their packs of cream cheese. So I was at the market opening all of the bricks and fishing through the goo looking for gold. I eventually found it.
Oh, and I dreamt I slept with my highschool art teacher. I can't think of which dream is better??

mountain man said...

The cheese dream? Maybe?

pd said...

Yes.

pd said...

I must go forage for foodstuffs...later MM.

mountain man said...

Bye PD, have a glorious day. Glory be to you and your ideas.

pd said...

And also with you.
(a little bit of Catholic mass there)

USB said...

Dear MM:
Currently on drugs to clear my system of unwanted bugs...(cough, cough... hack) want my internal goo to be healthy...
Our larder is stocked and the fridge is stuffed full of interesting an tasty types of goo!
US is on cloud nine as he got an interesting gig at the end of the month for which he doesn't have to practice! Too funny..as he was in a TV gig last year- was seen by these dudes, and they wanted him!
Still waiting for the goo to be poured in basement..coordination of workers, goo delivery and two sites has proven to drag out installation...
Get your goo together dude and enjoy ur day!

The Capt'n said...

The goo is behind my face. It lingers in the sinus canals, pretending to be me, my thoughts, or feelin's. Any or all. Can this goo take the blame for my failure with the other goo?

long horn said...

For moist slipage, please note becoming paste and doing in the part of the knee.
The slit for doing it with, i'm found goo is best.

Mountain Man said...

Long Horn, this is brilliant and you are correct. The paste is medicinal, the goo is for other uses. You are a seer.

Mountain Man said...

Hi Capt'n, your brain post gave me a right bad tasting scare in the mouth in the best way.

USB, congratulate US for me. I am very very proud!!! Good luck with all the goo.

sloth said...

MM, I thank you for the eye-opening goo knowledge. It becomes clear now, from the primordial goo to the decay goo to the paint goo to the jelly-donut-filling goo. I am reborn, I will go spread the word now. You might see me on the subway, proselytizing, with goo samples in my trench coat.

The Capt'n said...

But even with the symbiotic synchronistic synthesis between our posts you still had the puke burp? I sorry, you sensitive today. Too much goo obviously.

sloth said...

Capt'n, I am guessing that it was more like the wasabi effect than the regurge; and the goo can be blamed for EVERYTHING. Infinitely useful like stem cells.

The Capt'n said...

Sloth, now I want a jelly donut. I love the idea of goo cell research....goo cloning, goo skin grafts, goo surogate baby growing. I hope it all works out for you on the subway.

w.w. said...

chum-filled donuts.

Mountain Man said...

Goo surrogate baby growing and chum-filled donuts. Sigh...I love you guys.

postmoderndebunker said...

Oh it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night. I can feel paradise by the dashboard light.

Mountain Man said...

PD are you allright today? I am thinking of meatloaf too, but more the eating kind. I am going to make some meatloaf for dinner. I am dying for it.

postmoderndebunker said...

No, I am so zonked. Why?? But meatloaf sounds good--the eating kind.

w.w. said...

yuckers. meat loaf. drizzle some bile over a piece and set a place for me. i will not show up. i am mean.

mountain man said...

Yikes WW, you are mean. Screw you! Maybe I meant meatless loaf, did you ever think of that!!!! You are getting bitten today. That's it.