#dr. steven seussonoras

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SATURDAY MUSIC FOR THOSE WHO LIKE TO HEAD BOP

CONSTRUCTION WORKER - performed by Golden Dogs

THE FUTURIST! loves this tune.  

It sends impulses to your limbs and incites them to move in a manner that would indicate a outwardly care-free sense of cerebral activity or, in a serious medical sense, possible neuron misfiring.  

The visuals of the sweater vest and relaxed tie of the guitar player are pleasant on the eyes and his gyrations of spastic energy are fascinating to watch; physical movement not caused by bad brain transmissions, but by the magic of music.  

THE FUTURIST! loves the art direction of this video and rotating camera movement, as well.  

THE FUTURIST! wishes to tip the beret he never wears to Dr. Steven Seussonoras, noted young Michigan inventor, boy wonder, music and film critic, wearer of hipster attire, noted indiebandologist and “unabashed homosexual” (that description is actually on his business card) for his closely held to the heart recommendation of  Golden Dogs.

THE FUTURIST! hopes all is well and he sends you his deepest affection, Dr. Seussonoras.

#golden dogs #dr. steven seussonoras #closing music #saturday music #the futurist!'s record collection

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THE FUTURIST! has discovered, through the aid of his TIME TRAVEL GARAGE (parts acquired through Seussonoras Labs, Inc. and Home Depot) that social dancing in space-age nightclubs will be quite interesting.

A recording has been made and is presented for your enjoyment.

Please do not pay much attention to the very dull couple who meet, chat in a Teutonic language and seem quite titillated by the presentation of the menu. Instead, keep your peepers in place on the dancers in the background. It's educational and fascinating. There, seemingly, appears to be no stigma of males appearing effeminate when tripping the light fantastic in the future.

#future dancing #Seussonoras' Labs #Dr. Steven Seussonoras

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THE FUTURIST! must contact Dr. Seussonoras at Seussonoras Labs in Ypsilanti, Michigan very soon. He needs to know if the Good Doctor can manufacture one of these sonic air/gas cannons for THE FUTURIST!'s use this Summer. It would be excellent to end the noisy late night barbecue parties that occur on weekend nights at the house down the street.

If THE FUTURIST! can conceal this weapon discreetly AND allowing a clear path for its halo effect of structural destruction (this may mean cutting down the hedges next door and relocating the bird bath), THE FUTURIST! feels this would be an ideal deterrent.

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #Suburban Warfare

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WHEAT TOAST, COFFEE, SILVER DOLLAR PANCAKES AND A SIDE OF SCRAMBLED SEUSSONORAS

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday morning ritual of consuming a hearty breakfast, while perusing the Utter Despair Gazette Weekend Arts & Entertainment section, was disturbed by an amazing occurrence ... molecular alteration in his kitchen environs. As THE FUTURIST! paused reading an article on the possibility of Zac Efron reprising the role of Atticus Finch in a new Disney musical version of To Kill a Mockingbird, he heard a strange buzzing noise.  At first, he thought the toaster was on the fritz and turned his head expecting to see smoke wafting from the Proctor Silex 4 Slicer. The noise increased and was coming from near the very table he was seated at.  He turned again and saw the atmosphere in front of him start to wave and become out of focus. Tiny particles of technicolor static were forming. The particles bounced and twirled and started to form a pattern ... it seemed to be trying to maintain the form of an individual ... a human form. THE FUTURIST! reached for his glass of King Sunshine Orange Juice and tasted it ... no ... there was no Norway Fjord Vodka mixed in it  (that would be later in the afternoon). This was no alcohol induced moment of unreality. This was actually happening.  But ... what was happening? He reached for his cell phone and snapped a picture in order to prove to others, specifically his former aide de camp haiku, that this strange moment was occurring.  Then, the particles, like an organized of rainbow colored buzzing bees began to organize themselves into an actual visual presence (SEE PICTURE ABOVE) ... it was Dr. Steven Seussonoras!! (His good friend in Michigan and creator/owner/genius of SEUSSONORAS LABS)  An electronic hologram of the good doctor was forming right in THE FUTURIST!'s breakfast nook. It wavered ... it faded ... it became brighter ... a voice was heard with a distinct human tone, but produced with electronic humming.

"Fu-Fu-Fu-TURizzzTT!  It is me ... Doc-doc-DOCtor Seusso-soo-sonoRAS . * zzzzzzzzzz * Try-trying out new partic-par-ticle trans-porter * buzzzz * Can yu   yu yu YOU sszzzzeeee me? I'm am currently in *zzzz*  Sha- shattered Hope, Mich-igan ... *** buzzz huuummmm *** How are you? .... Are you having pan-pan-pancakes? Look good .. * zzz *

THE FUTURIST! was in shock, yet asked Dr. Seussonoras if he would care for some coffee and a few silver dollar pancakes. The Good Doctor said thank you, but explained that he would be unable to physically pick up anything due to his not being physically there, but commented on the beautiful china plate THE FUTURIST! was using and the perfectly formed pancakes.

"Those sss-ss-zzzilver dollar pancakezzz look so good and zzzo real ... I could slide them in a parking meter ... or a vibrating bed in a cheap motel where I could enjoy kinky antics with a very libidinous, but highly intellectual romantic partner ... mmm ... good.  You have some syrup on your tie .. ** ZZZ ***"

THE FUTURIST! looked down saw he had accidentally let a dollop of maple syrup fall on his bowtie and got up to get a towel to wipe it off. While doing so he noticed he had not plugged in the toaster. Two slices of wheat toast were waiting for their descent into the heated coils. He plugged it in and pushed the lever down. A loud bang of electronic aural origin erupted and he noticed that Dr. Seussonoras' form had disappeared and a white vapor wafted in the air.

Later he found out that, somehow, the toaster's electrical current had interrupted some ions or something in the atmosphere of the kitchen and forced the Doctor's particle self to reappear in an Assisted Living Rest Home a mile away at a table of four elderly women playing Chinese Checkers. One of the women screamed at the sight of the ghostly anti-matter Seussonoras and rolled out of her wheelchair and had a heart attack.  This story appeared the next day in the Utter Despair Gazette's Local section. The story stated that the three other women where dispatched to psychiatric care due to their assertions they had seen a demon or rainbow colored ghost appear at their table talking about pancakes and intellectually stimulating dirty motel sex.

Dr. Seussonras tried to reappear once again that day, but it was while THE FUTURIST! was making penne pasta with clam sauce and making believe a wooden stirring spoon was a microphone as he lip-synched "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" by Burt Bacharach in his boxer shorts.  Startled, and a quite abashed, he asked the good doctor to refrain from reappearing or, at least, telephone with a forewarning.

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #Breakfast

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THE FUTURIST! had a really weird dream last night.  Was it the herring sandwich on toast and several bread and butter pickles he consumed before punching his ticket to Slumberland? Could it be the winter doldrums plaguing him on these cold gray days? It might be the stress induced by the sinking economy and how it is affecting him. ... it wasn't the half glass of port wine and Tylenol P.M. was it?  

Using The Seussonoras Cerebral Slumber Sensor  (patent pending), THE FUTURIST! was able to record this strange journey into the frontal lobes ... Well, take a gander:

#Seussonoras Cerebral Slumber Sensor #dreams #Dr. Steven Seussonoras

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SATURDAY MUSIC FOR INTERPLANETARY NONSENSE

THE FUTURIST! presents another tune introduced to him by another of his associates. The good Doctor Steven Seussonoras, genius inventor, musicologist, scientist, science fiction writer, thrift store enthusiast and renowned Michigan homosexual of Noel Coward-like fame is a great fan of the singer/song writer Robyn Hitchcock. It is not known if the good Doctor's aide de camp The Eliminator of Bullshit (a valuable asset to Seussonoras Labs, Inc located in Ypsilanti, Michigan) is, also, a fan of Robyn Hitchcock. He may very well find Mr. Hitchcock to be bullshit (The Eliminator is an expert at locating and exposing bullshit). Nevertheless, THE FUTURIST! was baptized by the sound of this song a few years ago by The Doctor and it proved to be catchy and melodic. IT makes no sense, however. What do these lyrics mean? 

"Adventure Rocketship, the lover and the slave

The Skeletons of Spacemen unzipper me with Love

I'm coming for you Sunday

As Faithful as a Mummy

Discovered in a crater ....

I wish I were the Future

I'd kiss you in the Past ... "

Huh?

THE FUTURIST! may agree with The Eliminator that it reads like Bullshit, but the song is entertaining and quite tempting to re-listen to after hearing one time. It's practically psychedelic at times.

Have a good Saturday on whatever planet you are currently residing on. 

ADVENTURE ROCKETSHIP performed by Robyn Hitchcock

#Saturday music #Dr. Steven Seussonoras #The Eliminator of Bullshit #Robyn Hitchcock

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Seussonoras Industries acquired a small company called Beget Corp. that employs former NASA scientists, physicists, nuclear engineers and comic book geeks. Dr. Seussonoras recently saw their designs for a disintegrator ray gun and bells went off in his head ... jingle bells! With careful modification and the correct advertising, the gun would be THE Christmas gift of 2011. Of course, this would be solely advertised for adult use only ... a gun that projects a powerful radiation beam of energy that will disassemble the molecular structure of any object in its path IS NOT the type of instrument that you would want in a child's pudgy little hand.

Private testing was done by Dr. Seussonoras' assistant The Eliminator of Bullshit. While having pumpkin pie dessert after a very tense Thanksgiving dinner, The Eliminator used the pistol on a belligerent drunken uncle who had been greedily taking most of the dark meat turkey during the main course. The advertisement above was sent to THE FUTURIST! by Dr. Seussonoras before a public airing. 

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #Ray Gun #The Eliminator of Bullshit #Christmas

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you should purchase a machine which will tape woody for you.

THE FUTURIST! doesn't think he'll ever purchase a machine that would mechanically adhere an adhesive strip on a woody. This sounds painful, odd and quite masochistic. He doesn't even think this is something Seussonoras Labs in Michigan would manufacture. And Dr. Seussonoras is very interested in woodys and things to do with them, but this? Oh he'd never -

wait ...

THE FUTURIST! was just alerted by his aide de camp haiku that this question has nothing to do with a stimulated area of the male anatomy and applying adhesives. It is in reference to buying a device to tape/record the Woody Allen documentary. 

In answer: THE FUTURIST! cannot do so today. He doesn't have the time or money right now. He can wait for the DVD. He has a great deal of patience.

#question #Woody Allen #Dr. Steven Seussonoras

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THE FUTURIST! had a dream. And it looked like this. 

It was the first dream he has had in quite awhile that ended in joy.

But ... he knows it was only a dream, not reality.

* visualization of dream courtesy of The Seussonoras Cerebral Slumber Sensor (patent pending) - and The Octopus Project.

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #Seussonoras Cerebral Slumber Sensor #Dreams #The Octopus Project

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Dr. Seussonoras Responds to prior THE ROBOFUTURIST! post:

The response to the spambot question posted earlier today seems to have caused some kind of security alert from TUMBLR regarding a password breach. THE FUTURIST! had to change his password ... let him state this was quite a chore ... very tedious and difficult trying to work with the TUMBLR robots to re-enforce the security gates on this blog. 

In other news: Dr. Steven Seussonoras of Seussonoras Labs in Ypsilanti, Michigan wrote this comment in reference to THE ROBOFUTURIST!

"Dear THE FUTURIST!,

You failed to give credit to the creation and constant upgrade to the magnificent machine man known as THE ROBOFUTURIST! - please correct this immediately or there could be contact from a non-android attorney.

Still extremely attracted to you (even if a lawsuit is on the horizon),

Looking good in a Lab Coat,

Dr. Steven Seussonoras."

Very well. THE FUTURIST! wishes to nake very clear that THE ROBOFUTURIST! is a product designed and maintained by Seussonoras Labs in Ypsilanti, Michigan (patent pending)

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #THE ROBOFUTURIST!

[thefuturistiswriting]

SATURDAY MUSIC FOR THOSE WHO LIKE TO HEAD BOP

CONSTRUCTION WORKER - performed by Golden Dogs

THE FUTURIST! loves this tune.  It sends impulses to your limbs and incites them to move in a manner that would indicate a outwardly care-free sense of cerebral activity or, in a serious medical sense, possible neuron misfiring.  The visuals of the sweater vest and relaxed tie of the guitar player are pleasant on the eyes and his gyrations of spastic energy are fascinating to watch; physical movement not caused by bad brain transmissions, but by the magic of music.  THE FUTURIST! loves the art direction of this video and rotating camera movement, as well.  THE FUTURIST! wishes to tip the hat he usually never wears to Dr. Steven Seussonoras, noted young Michigan inventor, boy wonder, music and film critic, wearer of hipster attire, noted indiebandologist and "unabashed homosexual" (that description is actually on his business card) for his closely held to the heart recommendation of  Golden Dogs. THE FUTURIST! sends you his deepest affection, Dr. Seussonoras.

#Dr. Steven Seussonoras #Michigan #Golden Dogs #Saturday music