Song Lyric Sunday – Highway to Hell – Like you never seen it!

Livin’ easy
Lovin’ free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin’ nothin’
Leave me be
Takin’ everythin’ in my stride
Don’t need reason
Don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do
Goin’ down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell

No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody’s gonna mess me around
Hey, Satan
Payin’ my dues
Playin’ in a rockin’ band
Hey, mamma
Look at me
I’m on the way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

Don’t stop me

I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell

(highway to hell) I’m on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell)

And I’m goin’ down
All the way
I’m on the highway to hell

Woodland Flowers

Despite the 36 degree windy weather this is what’s in bloom today in my woodland garden:

from left to right in the top row are: Sanguinaria ( bloodroot), Trout Lily, Liver lobed Helatica.

The bottom photo is a pulmonary – lungwort.

Enjoy springtime in New England. The Pulmonary blooms for several weeks and has those distinctive spotted leaves. The Trout lilly is an ephemeral it’s stray bronze and green leaves are gone by the middle of May and totally disappears. The Hepatica pulls the same stunt. If you mis the ephemerals you’ll just have to start watching around the end of March. Their bloom time is variable each year. Near the Hepatica the Trilliums have sprouted, but there won’y be flowers for a few weeks.


We like to think of ourselves as being unique. We are less than pleased when it gets pointed out that there is a monotonous pattern in much of our individual lives. Like that friend who starts humming the tune to the song “Dusty Boots” every time she washes dishes. Or the person you hate to drive with because his speed increases as soon as the light turns yellow.
You may smile at these and say that the friends have a few personal quirks. It goes deeper. The wooden spoon you always grab for automatically, the greetings you use habitually without thinking. Reaching to the right to turn on the light switch when it’s on the left – the last place you lived had it on the right. At last, your idiotic delight in using the word “alfresco” every time we go on a hike and eat our lunch on the trail!
It goes deeper; planners, designers and anthropologists, and even politicians study the patterns.
Next time you insist that you are an independent thinker, proud contrarian, master of your fate, think about…oh, let’s say your shopping habits on Amazon. Their suggestions for you seem suspiciously on the mark?


“Don’t worry; it will all work out.” if you hear those words run like hell for the exit. It’s a guarantee that soon, you will be fetlock deep in the oozy brown stuff. I first learned this in the Navy. Winding up in the deep end was so frequent that whenever we heard the words “Don’t worry; it will all work out.” we automatically responded with a term suited to the situation – BOHICA – Bend Over Here It Comes Again.
Thanks to this early education, I was alert whenever I heard the magic words register on my consciousness. My lips would curl into a smile. I would whisper the magic precept of the seven p’s – Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. Then I would rush to the documentation to fill myself with all the knowledge I could find. True, you’d be farctate – stuffed to the gills – with data. Most of those around you will only know what was in the scanty briefing document. You, on the other hand, will dole out fascinating tidbits they need to know. You’ll be frantically researching what gives on the ground. But your peers will assume that your command of the situation is masterful.

Just remember these things:
1.) Don’t worry. It’ll all work out.” equals big trouble
2.) BOHICA – bend over here it comes again
3.) Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance

Have you got that? Don’t worry; it’ll all work out!


Proteus was known for his ability to escape by changing his shape or appearance. It’s a handy skill to have when you need it. On the other hand being Protean to conceal your lack of conviction can brand you as shallow. 

During undergrad at Boston University, I had a friend, well, more like a drinking buddy, who was complacent about being everything to everyone. The complete chameleon. He was so good at this that I didn’t catch on till he got cornered in discussion with our political science professor. The professor mentioned that Chuck had some excellent skills at playing the devil’s advocate. Each position, in turn being taken as the class discussion, developed. But, asked the professor, growing frustrated: “Do you have any opinions or positions of your own?” Chuck grew flustered at this. He hardly noticed his habit.

Chuck had more than casual feelings for a girl who had relatively strong political opinions. Beth shared the political science class with us and paid a lot of attention to Chuck and the professor’s interchange. That evening over beers, the discussion of the forthcoming student strike grew heated. Beth was among the cadre planning the entire operation. Many of the rest of us felt less enthusiastic about a strike during reading week ( the week before final exams). During the discussion, Chuck had commented on both sides of the argument. In frustration, Beth sharply asked Chuck what he honestly felt. Caught off guard, and knowing he had trapped himself, he dithered. “Well,” asked Beth, ” do you have an opinion that you own?”

“Ahh,” replied Chuck, ” don’t know, and I’ll have to think about it.”

So you may think that Chuck had blown any chance he had with Beth after that. Not so. She was satisfied that he had finally come up with an honest answer, and she respected that. Theirs was an interesting relationship. With Beth cornering Chuck every time he dithered, he eventually became cautious in his answers. 

But occasionally, if Beth weren’t around, The devil’s advocate would slip loose for a night out.

Share Your World 3-29-21

I decided to participate in the Share Your World action hosted by Melanie C Bee. Here is my response.

What is knowledge?

A path to wisdom.

How do you define consciousness (self awareness)?

This one is tricky for me; I’ve shared enough alternative realities in the past that I depend on physical sensation as much as thought to sort things out.

Is it possible to prove that other people besides yourself have consciousness?

It’s a matter of trust. I’ve discussed this with people who believe, ” this is my world, and you just live in it.” People who are too hung up on this s–t should read Bishop George Berkeley’s take on it – it was called Immaterialism. His theory denies that material objects like stoves, tables, and chairs exist. They are ideas perceived by the mind, and their existence is only maintained by perception – good luck with that when you stub your toe in the dark.

Would you be able to tell if time had been altered in some way?

Some of the most exciting stuff I’ve been through may have happened on alternate timelines. I’m not an unbiased observer, although it’s been many, many years since I sampled any goodies.

Do you like potato chips (they’re called ‘crisps’ in Europe I believe)?

I like them without salt and minimally processed. The over-processed stuff I won’t touch. Vade retro Satana


My supervisor at work.

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