I am really tired of working on videos to post to YouTube only to find months later, if not years later, that someone has placed a copyright claim on them for pictures or (mainly) music. It happens all the time. Then you have to protest to get the ads off your product. It is just nuts. My suggestion is that if you do as I do then you have to keep a record of what source provided you with copyright free music because there are hunters out there that will do this and you may not even be aware that it is going on until you look and find the ads there because they monetize the video to themselves. Just a word to the wise.
Monthly Archives: February 2019
Colonoscopy
Warning signs! Bad Omens!
Well, the morning started out hungry. Had gone a day w/o food. Packed up and headed to the site for the colonoscopy and it was drizzling. It went from drizzling to a full blown rain storm.
Then we came across a single car wreck with the car sitting on its ass (no pun intended) pointing skyward. It had just hit the guy wires on a telephone pole after hitting a curb and went sailing up the guy wires and there it was standing on its trunk and rear bumper pointed up at about 10 degrees off straight up. Drove past it as people were getting out of their cars to help the guy stuck in his car about 25 feet up.
Went to where the building was supposed to be and discovered it wasn’t where we thought it was. And, of course, we didn’t have the phone number and I had left the paper with the address at home.
It was dark and raining and I just took a chance and drove out of an empty parking lot, around, and did a 180 back to the corner and thinking that I saw the name in small letters on a sign….drove in its direction.
I was right.
Drove in and found a small waiting room. In awhile they stuck me in another room with the a/c set for sub-zero. Next, doctor was late. (That got him in hot water for other patients later on who had to wait.) Then they came and got me and stuck me in another room with a guy who said he was getting paid by the case and that he was the one with the drugs to knock me out.
Doctor bopped in all happy and I went to sleep. Came to with nurses trying to get me dressed and out the back door…..YES….the back door to the building into the rain where my wife had pulled the car around. NEVER going to do that again.
SENSES
Keith nails another one. I really love his posts.
“SENSES”
Within us, there are things that make us feel and communicate,
They are sensitive but powerful to the human function.
Necessary are these but not threatening to the survival of ones being,
They give us the ability to seek out and experience the wonders of the world.
The sense of smell gives us the ability to distinguish between fragrances,
To like or dislike what is in the air.
To see is to have the chance of being able too personally witness in color,
Or black and white pictures of the world remembered by your own mind.
Amazing is to hear fore it is the sense of many musical sounds,
To the ears the knowledge of whom or what is near you.
Now the sense of taste is a great and remarkable experience for all,
Eating foods and enjoying drinks, the word flavor means what to your mouth.
Touch or…
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Hey There Mr. Scarecrow.
Hey there Mr. Scarecrow
Standing out behind the barn
Just you and that old grey mouse that lives in your hay
Thanks for listening to me the other day
As I sat and let my own rain drop from my eyes to the ground
Hey there Mr. Scarecrow
You are so brave standing in the wind and rain,
Lonely there in the snow and heat from the sun
I saw you every morning and just before I turned out the light at night
Thanks for listening to me the other day, everyday
But yesterday I came to tell you of my love for you and found you gone
You had listened to me cry so many times in the day and night
You had heard how much I want to die
I came once with a knife
And told you I didn’t think it would hurt
Just a quick cut to end my life
Hey there Mr. Scarecrow you were there in silence
As we stood in the day or night and talked
Or when I sat next to you in the snow and the rain
With the knife tucked in your pant’s pocket out of sight
It seems just yesterday that you were there,
Waiting patiently in the sun and in the dark
You and that old grey mouse living in your shirt pocket
But that was before they came when I wasn’t there
And with a match and can of gasoline they burned you down
Oh Mr. Scarecrow, you were my very best friend
I told you of the beating of my mother that I saw
I told you of how my father had in anger walked out
And that he had come back, and my parents sat and cried
But something inside of me had died when I saw the blood
I told you of the pain that will not go away
I told you of the times I wanted to die as we sat alone in the dark
When I showed you the knife and tucked it in your pant’s pocket
But I wasn’t there the day they brought gasoline and matches
And not caring of you or me they burned you to the ground
My best friend, my very best friend, and the house for an old grey mouse
They burned you to the ground
To the ground, to the ground
Where I found the knife I had hidden in your pant’s pocket
So very long ago.
But I never found our friend
The old grey mouse.
Copyright 2019 Gordon Kuhn
