"Obama's An Idiot" is where my political bitches now live. Go ye thereto and read.

Thursday, December 31, 2009


So here we are, New Year's eve, on the brink of yet another new year, and even another decade. This fucked up year of our Lord 2009, is almost over.

Tomorrow will be a whole new year. But just like always, you throw a drop cloth over the toilet to paint the bathroom, and after you're all done painting you uncover the toilet only to find that it still needs to be cleaned.
Shit doesn't just go away with the New Year celebration, no matter how much whoopin' and hollerin' and drinkin' and noisemakers and funny glasses and pointy hats and fireworks and kisses and aulde lang syne goes on the night before. Nothing changes on its own. It's another day. After the hangover fog clears, what was there yesterday is still there on January 1st.

Sure, there is renewed outlook and that deep breath of optimism, along with half the country hung over and a higher percentage of the population in jail.
The resolutions, the diets, the nicotine withdrawals, the new gym memberships, the first baby of 2010 born at 12:02 Eastern Standard Time, the new date on the checks; that can all start once again. The world can keep on a-turnin'.

So Happy New Year, best wishes, all that shit.


Spam Subject of the Day

No shit.


Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Yes, I changed the original.


A Bit Late, But Then ...

This picture is titled "Christmas day, give or take a week" anyway.
It's one of my favorites by one of my favorite artists, Bev Doolittle:

I posted it a year ago and I will probably post it again next year. Suffer.

(Right-click, "View Image" to make a biggie)


Spam Subject of the Day

"Greater tool is easy to get"
Yes, Sears has good tools, as does Woodworker's Emporium even though their prices are a bit more. Good quality professional stuff there though.
I visit them now and then, but most of my tools come from the local hardware stores.


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Spam Subject of the Day

"Hey mate"
Bloody fuck off, guv'na.


Monday, December 28, 2009

Speaking Of Commercialization

This is interesting. One headline says:
"Shoppers spend a little more during holiday season"
Cool. Everyone seems to think they have more money to spend this year than last. Even with unemployment at record levels.

But evidently, they stayed away from the high-dollar stores:
"Shoppers find malls less crowded than expected"
And they were happy to spend it on themselves rather than give it to charities:
"A lean Christmas for the Salvation Army"


Thank You

Just a quick note to thank everyone involved in the wonderful Christmas day celebration for me and my family.

First, let me thank the pagans and Hallmark for starting and perpetuating the Christmas season, with all of its wonder and cash.

Next I will thank all the retailers with all your sales and specials. Without you, people wouldn't spend all that money running up extra bills and credit payments.

Then there's the Al Queda. Thanks to them, our friends and family can now fly safer on our airlines what with the extra security measures in place at the airports now.

And finally, I - along with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department and NV Energy, would like to thank the dumb fuck (I'm going to go out on a limb here and suspect alcohol was involved) who took out the transformer going around the curve too fast in his car, which took out the power to our building causing several hours down time to our operations, along with several thousand dollars worth of equipment damage. This all caused several hours of down time to the locations we serve and the patrons they accommodate, not to mention the several hours my co-workers and I spent Christmas day and Christmas night restoring service to said locations and customers, causing us to miss out on this time with our friends and families.

Merry fucking Christmas.


Spam Subject of the Day

"hi bud"
Fuck off.


Thursday, December 24, 2009


This cracked me the hell up:





Spam Subject of the Day

"Give her animal desire!"
Uh, no thanks. We have enough dogs as it is.


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Harmonica

If it isn't the #1 most overrated fucking 'instrument' in the world, it is a close second.

Let me be perfectly clear on this: If I never hear another gawd-damn ear splitting, tinfoil chewing, fingernails-on-the-blackboard harmonica solo, it will be too soon.
And if you choose to play one near me, it is quite possible that the next time you hear it, it will be because you farted.


Avatar Movie Review

In 10 words or less:
It's all Bush's fault
But yet, that's not a first-hand review. It's an assessment I glean from reading other people's interpretation of the movie.

So who knows? I'm not a leftie-libtard-granola-munching-hippie, so maybe I just don't "get" Hollywood.


Another Useless Study

Music Linked to Marijuana Use
Gee. Welcome to the [name your decade here]'s.

"The Man" has been saying shit like that for - well, as long as there has been music probably.

And the hell of it is, people are still, still getting paid to do this sort of research! How many more fucking times are 'they' going to do this 'study'?

Fuck health care reform. We need research reform. Imagine all the money that could be placed in the healthcare system if we eliminated useless studies like these!


It's Beginning To Look Even More Like Christmas

Because I thinks it's funny:


Wind Does Have An Up Side

I hate the fucking wind. Really. I do. But this time, I'm somewhat glad for it:
At least 10 units in apartment complex engulfed in flames

Officials said the fire, located in the 1100 block of Dumont Boulevard, began around 6:15 a.m. and continues to burn steadily as of 7:45 a.m. Clark County firefighters are battling the blaze with help from Las Vegas Fire Department firefighters and Las Vegas police.

The fire has jumped from rooftop to rooftop, aided by heavy winds. Firefighters have positioned themselves on roofs and created a perimeter around the flames, hoping to contain the fire to the minimum number of units possible.
Call me cold, call me heartless, whatever. Blah blah blah, families getting misplaced during the Christmas season and all that, but not in this case.
I've had a house burn down before and it ain't no treat. I was six or seven years old, and it was a January day. We were able to get a lot of important to use stuff out, but the house was a loss.
We were displaced, but luckily we had relatives to put us up until we were able to get into another place.
So there is the smallest twinge of compassion I feel for any decent families who may live in these apartments.

However, this apartment complex is in one of the most fucked up, drug-filled shitholes in the city. In fact, the fire probably started in a meth lab. So no. I don't feel sorry for the rest of them at all.


Spam Subject of the Day

Unless you capitalize (URGENT) or add exclamation points (URGENT!!!), it fails to register to me as urgent.
Therefore, you can fuck off.


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Hey, I'm just happy to have a 3-day weekend coming up.


You Should Never Bring A Knife To A Gun Fight

But then you really shouldn't bring a gun to a snowball fight either:
DC chief slams officer over gun at snowball fight
Metropolitan Police Chief Cathy Lanier said she watched video clips from the confrontation and has no doubt the off-duty detective pulled his gun after snowballs hit his personal car during Saturday's record snowfall.
Good gawd. And because someone hits his car with snowballs, this James Bond wanna-be thinks his life is in immanent danger?

Whatta maroon.


Spam Subject of the Day

"Please answer me"
Fuck off. How's that for an answer?


Monday, December 21, 2009

Some Funnies

Via email:


A: It's Braille for 'suck here'.

A: It's the same as a French kiss, but 'down under.'

A: Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Good year.

A: Because when they come, they're wild and wet. But when they go, they take your house and car with them.

A: Because they don't have any balls to scratch.


Spam Subject of the Day

" (no subject) "
My favorite kind!


Friday, December 18, 2009

Spam Subject of the Day

Damn tootin'.


Thursday, December 17, 2009

'Tis The Season II

It's only fair I post some for the ladies too:


'Tis The Season

Just because I felt like posting a Christmas picture:


Spam Subject of the Day

"Real University diplomas."
"You want fries with that?"


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Tools Explained

For Mark:
DRILL PRESS: A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your beer across the room, denting the freshly-painted project which you had carefully set in the corner where nothing could get to it.

WIRE WHEEL: Cleans paint off bolts, then throws them somewhere under the workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprints and hard-earned calluses from fingers in about the time it takes you to say, 'Oh SHIT!'

ELECTRIC HAND DRILL: Normally used for spinning pop rivets in their holes until you die of old age. They can also be used to add to the bruise collection on your shin when they bind in the hole and the handle starts rotating instead of the bit.

SKILL SAW: A portable cutting tool used to make studs too short.

PLIERS: Used to round off bolt heads. Sometimes used in the creation of blood-blisters.

BELT SANDER: An electric sanding tool commonly used to convert minor touch-up jobs into major refinishing jobs.

HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.

VISE-GRIPS: Generally used after pliers to completely round off or break bolt heads. If nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.

OXYACETYLENE TORCH: Used almost entirely for lighting various flammable objects in your shop on fire. Also handy for igniting the grease inside the wheel hub out of which you want to remove a bearing race.

TABLE SAW: A large stationary power tool commonly used to launch wood projectiles, for testing wall or bone integrity.

HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK: Used for lowering an automobile to the ground after you have installed your new brake shoes, trapping the jack handle firmly under the bumper.

BAND SAW: A large stationary power saw primarily used by most shops to cut good wood or aluminum stock into smaller pieces that more easily fit into the trash can after you cut on the inside of the line instead of the outside edge.

TWO-TON ENGINE HOIST: A tool for testing the maximum tensile strength of everything you forgot to disconnect.

PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER: Normally used to stab the vacuum seals under lids or for opening old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splashing oil on your shirt; but can also be used, as the name implies, to strip out Phillips screw heads.

STRAIGHT SCREWDRIVER: A tool for opening paint cans. Sometimes used to convert common slotted screws into non-removable screws, and poking holes in your palms.

PRY BAR: A tool used to crumple the metal surrounding that clip or bracket you needed to remove in order to replace a 50 cent part.

HOSE CUTTER: A tool used to make hoses too short.

HAMMER: Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate the most expensive parts adjacent the object we are trying to hit.

UTILITY KNIFE: Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works particularly well on contents such as seats, vinyl records, liquids in plastic bottles, collector magazines, refund checks, and rubber or plastic parts. Especially useful for slicing work clothes, but only while in use.

DAMN-IT TOOL: Any handy tool that you grab and throw across the garage while yelling 'DAMN-IT' at the top of your lungs. It is also, most often, the next tool that you will need.

ROUTER: Intended for shaping edges of wood, often makes random cuts and grooves in the more expensive wood stock, and toothpicks from the less costly stock.

Via Delftsman


Spam Subject of the Day

"H%uge Sale go*-ing o%n now"
Dude, you need a spell checker.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Spam Subject of the Day

"Healthcare jobs pay well"
Sure. If you're a nurse who works two of them.

Seriously. haven't you heard? There's a nursing shortage.

Here's how it works; a nurse will work three days in a row, 12-hour shifts at one hospital. They'll then work three days, 12-hour shifts, at another hospital. Some if not most hospitals throw in the remaining 4 hours making it a total of 40 hours in order to make it a full-time position.

So they work six days a week, one day off, getting paid for two jobs. Of course, they're too damn tired after all that to take good care of patients, so the patients usually get most of their visits by nurses' assistants rather than nurses.


Monday, December 14, 2009

A Funny

Via email:
Last night I was talking to a young, good looking woman. She asked me if I liked breasts or legs. I told her what I really liked was a shaved snatch.

Those assholes at KFC told me to leave!


A Weekend In The Life Of The Curmudgeon

[Friday, 4:07 p.m.] Begin the commute home from work
[Friday, 4:30 p.m.] Commute complete
[Friday, 4:31 p.m.] Pssst Miller time.
[Friday, 4:32 p.m.] Blues on the XM in the workshop
[Friday, 4:45 p.m.] See [Friday, 4:31 p.m.]
[Friday, 4:46 p.m.] Furniture repair on giveaway dinette set
[Friday, 5:15 p.m.] See [Friday, 4:31 p.m.]
[Friday, 5:16 p.m.] Continuing furniture repairs
[Friday, 6:05 p.m.] Head to Chinese/Japanese place with Mrs C for dinner
[Friday, 7:30 p.m.] Ass firmly in recliner, teevee powered up
[Friday, 9:30 p.m.] ZZZZzzzzzzz

[Saturday, 4:50 a.m.] Mother Nature says it's time to get up.
[Saturday, 5:12 a.m.] Coffee brewed, morning sit-down completed
[Saturday, 5:30 a.m.] Email responded to, commencing Google Earth exploration
[Saturday, 7:15 a.m.] Off to the fixer-upper to begin remodel
[Saturday, 7:20 a.m.] Return to workshop to gather forgotten tools
[Saturday, 7:35 a.m.] See 7:15 a.m.
[Saturday, 8:05 a.m.] Prepare to apologize to helper for not being there promptly at 8:00
[Saturday, 8:10 a.m.] Begin moving furniture, boxes down the stairs
[Saturday, 8:30 a.m.] Helper shows up, no apology necessary
[Saturday, 8:35 a.m.] More moving of furniture and boxes
[Saturday, 10:30 a.m.] Begin ripping up carpet and pad
[Saturday, 12:07 p.m.] First trip to dump
[Saturday, 1:19 p.m.] More ripping up carpet and pad, remove baseboards
[Saturday, 2:12 p.m.] Second trip to dump
[Saturday, 2:28 p.m.] Stop at Lowe's for supplies
[Saturday, 3:13 p.m.] Psssst Miller time
[Saturday, 3:14 p.m.] Sinatra channel on the XM in the workshop
[Saturday, 3:15 p.m.] Continuation of giveaway dinette set repairs
[Saturday, 4:12 p.m.] Shower time
[Saturday, 4:31 p.m.] See [Saturday, 3:13 p.m.] and [Saturday, 3:15 p.m.]
[Saturday, 6:30 p.m.] Dinner, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"
[Saturday, 7:15 p.m.] Dinner finished, "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer"
[Saturday, 9:08 p.m.] ZZZZzzzz, move to bed

[Sunday, 5:05 a.m.] Mother Nature says it's time to get up.
[Sunday, 5:19 a.m.] Coffee brewed, morning sit-down completed
[Sunday, 5:25 a.m.] Surf the 'net, turn on the teevee
[Sunday, 7:05 a.m.] Dress for more fun at fixer-upper
[Sunday, 8:18 a.m.] Leave for fixer-upper
[Sunday, 8:25 a.m.] Return to workshop for forgotten tools
[Sunday, 8:35 a.m.] See [Sunday, 8:15 a.m.]
[Sunday, 8:47 a.m.] Continue remodel of fixer-upper
[Sunday, 10:19 a.m.] Return to house to complete giveaway dinette set repairs
[Sunday, 11:32 a.m.] Lunch in the recliner, 'Chicago Bears' suck.
[Sunday, 12:23 p.m.] Begin painting wall in bedroom
[Sunday, 1:26 p.m.] Painting tool cleanup
[Sunday, 1:43 p.m.] Pssst Miller time
[Sunday, 1:44 p.m.] Blues on the XM in the workshop
[Sunday, 2:07 p.m.] Family member arrives with carpet cleaner
[Sunday, 2:08 p.m.] No, I'm not doing it. You have fun
[Sunday, 2:09 p.m.] Leaf blowing/mulching commences
[Sunday, 2:51 p.m.] Leaf removal complete
[Sunday, 2:53 p.m.] See [Sunday, 1:43 p.m.]
[Sunday, 3:06 p.m.] Time for a cigar and rumination
[Sunday, 3:51 p.m.] Carpet cleaning done. Hey, it was only one room
[Sunday, 3:52 p.m.] Shower
[Sunday, 4:46 p.m.] Leave for Orleans casino
[Sunday, 5:34 p.m.] Arrive at casino
[Sunday, 5:44 p.m.] Reservations required for steakhouse, but not for oyster bar
[Sunday, 6:10 p.m.] Seated, Spinach/Crab dip - Can I lick the bowl?
[Sunday, 6:19 p.m.] And the Jambalaya is most yummy too
[Sunday, 6:55 p.m.] Head to theatre
[Sunday, 7:03 p.m.] Seated, bring on the show
[Sunday, 7:30 p.m.] "Mannheim Steamroller" blasts through the arena
[Sunday, 8:32 p.m.] Intermission
[Sunday, 9:06 p.m.] That was a damn good show
[Sunday, 9:33 p.m.] Arrive home
[Sunday, 9:48 p.m.] Up to bed
[Sunday, 10:19 p.m.] "Criminal Intent"
[Sunday, 11:2 p.m.] Lights out

Seriously, if you get the chance to see Mannheim Steamroller, take it. They put on a good show.
If you don't know who they are, your loss.


Own A Piece Of A Beer Company!


Born out of the principle of crowdsourcing, two advertising agencies have come together for a first...to buy Pabst Brewing Co., brewers of over 25 well known beer brands. The asking price is $300 Million, not a small number, but through crowdsourcing pledges of as little as $5.00, the cost of a bottle of beer, this can be achieved based on the largest crowdsourced audience assembled, ever.

Who wouldn't want to own their own piece of a famous brewing company!

Only $265,103,935 more dollars needed for an offer!

The downside of course, is that it's Pabst.


Princess Of Whoop-ass

'Princess of Magic' arrested in domestic violence case

A 21-year-old woman who had a magic show at the Riviera this year was arrested for assaulting her 67-year-old boyfriend last week.
Wait a minute. She's 21 and he's 67? Good gawd. Is that the best this young hottie can do?
Rachel Jessee, who starred in “Scarlett and her Seductive Ladies of Magic,” was arrested today by Henderson police on one count of misdemeanor domestic battery.
And she beat the fuck out of him?
Her arrest report states that she and her live-in boyfriend, John Lewis, had an argument at their Henderson home. Lewis told police she grabbed him by the ear and struck him with a fist in his right eye. Police said that Lewis was bleeding from behind his ears and had a scratch to the back of his neck. He also had swelling under his right eye, a bite mark to his left tricep and scratches to his chest. He refused medical assistance.
BWAAAHHH!!! Why, yes. Yes she did.

“I taught her a few things, and she just caught on so fast, I thought, ‘Why am I doing this?’ ” he said earlier this year. “We should really be pushing someone who has ongoing talent and has the youth to do it.”
I guess you did there, sport. Taught her how to kick your ass.

That is just hilarious.


Spam Subject of the Day

"New watches"
Good. I don't like buying used.


Friday, December 11, 2009

Redneck Santa

Via email:


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Thursday, December 10, 2009

So Yes, Alcohol Was Involved

Aye, those crazy Scottish. We need awards for these fuckers. How about we start with "Babysitter of the year":
Drunk woman who spilled toddler into traffic dodges jail

A woman who fell into a busy road with a toddler and her alcohol-laden buggy was so drunk she told police she could not remember she even had a child with her.
Next we have the "Guiness Golden Gloves:"
Drunk man challenged lamppost to fight

A 22-year-old man challenged a lamppost to fight after he was ignored by passers-by in the street, a court heard on Wednesday.
Then we have "Mr. Personality":
Man jailed for attacking wife with corkscrew

A man who ripped out part of his estranged wife's cheek with a corkscrew and left her permanently scarred has been sentenced to six years behind bars.
Well, it didn't say he was drinking, but he most likely was. And even if he wasn't, he was using a tool used for opening booze. So yes, alcohol was still involved.

Now we have "Photographer Of The Year":
Secret shower video man given probation

An engineer who secretly filmed his partner and her daughter in the shower has been sentenced to three years probation.

Michael Devlin, who also took nude pictures of the women while they were asleep, was also ordered to do 300 hours community service.

The 41-year-old filmed his 45-year-old partner and her 24-year-old daughter while they were showering and gave the women sleeping pills so that he could take pictures of them while they were asleep.
Okay, it wasn't booze, it was pills. Whatever. Worthless without pictures.

"Driver Of The Year":
Car overturns after driver takes ill

A man had a lucky escape when his car overturned on a busy road in Glasgow.

The 33-year-old was driving along Dumbarton Road, near Clydebank, when it is believed he took ill and crashed the vehicle about 14.40pm on Thursday.
Ill. Right. Stick with your story there, sport.

"Teacher Of The Year":
Teacher given chance to wipe assaults from record

A former teacher dragged through the courts after classroom confrontations with abusive pupils has been given a chance to wipe the assaults from his record.
No booze involved. It's just that the headline cracked me the hell up.
Wipe his assaults. Now that's funny.

Anyway, he had candy-assed students disrupting class and he shoved them a bit. Big fucking deal. They deserved it.

Oh well. That's enough for now. I'm thirsty.


Spam Subject of the Day

"Facebook Update Tool"
Yes, you're a tool alright.


Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Dear Penthouse

Dear Penthouse,

I know this letter will sound hard to believe, and like they all say "I never thought this would happen to me", but IT DID! So here goes.

See, I play golf. A lot. I'm very seldom at home and so I don't usually spend a lot of time in one place, which really can make it hard to meet women or date.
Well, on one of my trips, I met this woman. You're not going to believe it - I hardly did myself - but there she was: A SWEDISH SUPERMODEL! Can you believe it? I'm thinking HOLY SHIT!!! This is too good to be true!

Next thing you know, we're getting busy ... shit. Wait a minute. I got a text coming in ...

Sorry, that was Cori. Bitch is trying to make a buck off me. Shit ain't happenin', you know?

Okay then, where were we? Oh yeah, so there we were getting down, and ... FUCK! Another text. Hold on a sec ...
Shit Jaimee, I told you not to text me to this number any more!
Woops! That wasn't supposed to go in this letter, here. Let me resend it...
Okay. All set. So anyway, there we were in the hotel room. I was down to my shorts and she was in her bikini - bottom half anyway (lol!). Her eyes were dazzling, and her lips lightly tinted with a very suggestive red lipstick - all pouty and soft looking - just knew where they wanted to go. I couldn't help but stare at the nicest shaped, firmest and perkiest tits I had ever seen. As she licked those pouty, sweet looking lips she started slowly lowering her bikini bottoms. Of course I felt something in my pants twitch, and the next thing I knew, I had my dick ...

SHIT! Jaimee again. I told her to take my fucking number off! brb LOL!!! ...
Fuck, my wife called her. And she is hot enough to fuck.

Back to the story. So there we were. I was standing there with my dick bucking and throbbing like a locomotive, and next thing I knew those red, sensuous lips were ... What? You don't believe me do you! You think I'm making this shit up - boning a hot Swedish model with other bitches texting me! Well you can kiss my black/thai ass. Heh heh, get it? Black/thai? LOL!!! ...

FUCK! WHAT NOW!!! Shit. It's Rachel . Daaa-hammmm. That woman knows how to polish a knob. She fucking ... heh-heh, that's another letter. LOL!

Well, I'd finish this letter but fucking hell. I got paparazzi on my ass, women sending me texts, and my short game needs some work. Shit. I'll send the rest later.

Tiger Woods.

Sent from my iPod


Spam Subject of the Day

"It's you"
It is? I'll be damned.


Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen.

Sheriff's office: 911 call came from Woods' house

WINDERMERE, Fla. – The Orange County Sheriff's Office is confirming that fire department medics responded to a 911 call at Tiger Woods' Orlando-area home early Tuesday.
Okay, so this shit just isn't going away for a while, is it.

It seems that when celebs fall, they fucking fall hard, no? The sluts are coming out of the woodwork, and I suspect we're going to hear all sorts of shit coming out of that household for the next few months.

Oh well, I guess it gives the bubble-headed news folks something to talk about besides Michael Jackson.


Spam Subject of the Day

"Soldiers killed in attack"
Okay, fine. But note the "From" here:

From: Approved VIAGRAƂ® Store

Fucking morons.


Monday, December 07, 2009

Good For her

911 Call Released From Home Invasion Shooting
It happened in Cushing, about 50 miles west of Tulsa in Lincoln County. Police say the female homeowner was awakened by her barking dog and called 911. While she was on the phone with dispatchers, police say she warned the intruder that she had a rifle.

Authorities say the intruder, identified as Billy Dean Riley, ignored the woman's warning and threw a chair through the window. That's when the woman opened fire.

911 - "Okay , (unintelligible) is advising that you can defend your property if you need to."

RESIDENT - "Alright he's at the garage."

911 - "He's at the garage? Is it attached to your house?"

RESIDENT - "Nope, he's at the patio door again."

911 - "I can hear him banging again."

RESIDENT - "I don't want to have to kill this man, but i'll kill him graveyard dead ma'am."

911 - "I understand."

RESIDENT - "Alright."

RESIDENT - Oh crap he's breaking in. he's breaking in now, he's breaking in now. He's breaking the window, i'm going to kill him. He's walking back and forth on the porch. He looks to be an older man, I don't want to kill him. He's kicking the door please hurry. He's going to make it in please hurry ma'am. I think he's drunk . He doesn't know where his pickup's at. God I don't want to kill this man."

RESIDENT - "I cant keep this gun and keep on the phone darling, it's a big shotgun, it will break my arm. As soon as you tell me they're here im taking the safety, uh.. I'm putting the safety back on this sucker."

Click - boom.

Too bad this asshole made it so this woman has to live the rest of her life knowing she killed someone. But at the same time, this asshole deserved what he got.
Good thing this wasn't somewhere like say, Chicago or D.C. The woman probably would be dead instead.


Spam Subject of the Day

"Hi, read this rigth now"
Uh, nah.


Friday, December 04, 2009

Spam Subject of the Day

"Buy ED pills, ED pills on sale"
Who's this "ED" you speak of and why would I want his pills?


Thursday, December 03, 2009

Quote of the Day

JON STEWART: “Poor Al Gore: Global Warming Completely Debunked By the Internet You Invented.”

Not that I like Jon Stewart or give a shit what he says, but it is too true.

Via Instapundit.


Of Electronics And Ferriners

I really enjoy music and like to listen to CDs, MP3s, the radio, even music DVDs a lot. I mean a lot. Very seldom do I not have tunes playing on some box. Be it XM while at work, in the car or in the workshop, or commercial radio when I'm getting ready for work in the morning or laying in bed reading a book at night.

The trouble is, it's near impossible to find a radio that fucking works.

I have an old alarm radio made by I-forget-who, but it is one of those old 70's or 80's style wood-grain looking things I'll dub "Ole Woody". Very similar to this one, but not quite:

It's one of those models that came out just after the widespread popularity of LEDs, much to the chagrin of people who manufactured those little tabs that flipped past the retaining spring every minute:

Anyway, it's got an extremely bright LED display, alarm, and AM/FM radio with which I can listen to any one of the dozen or so Mexican stations here in town, several shit-kicker stations, a couple thumpity-rappity-hoppity stations, or even one of the 3 or 4 half decent rock or 'Adult Contemporary' stations.
I had another alarm/radio I was using, but it didn't have near the reception this one does, and when it went on the fritz I went to replace it.

So I go to Sears on the way home from work of an evening, and the options were overwhelming, as anyone who has recently shopped for can attest to. It was almost impossible to get an alarm/radio without getting all sorts of add-ons. Just try to find one without a built in CD player, MP3/iPod pluggy-inny, 'Auto Time Set' ceiling projector toaster and shoeshine.

Well, I finally found one. The fewest accessories I could get away with was the auto time set feature. I figgered what the hell, if it works it works. If not, at least I don't have the bulk of all that other shit.

So I get home around oh, 5:00 pm, plug it in, and lo and behold! It says 2:00pm! Fine. You don't have to set the time, but you still have to deal with time zones and daylight savings. Fat lot of fucking good that does.
But the reception? The reception is ... mediocre at best. If I stand between here and here, I get good reception. If I move over here and brush my teeth however, it gets fuzzy and static-y, just like with any other radio EXCEPT the ole' woody in the nightstand. Great. Another piece of shit radio.

I live oh, two maybe three miles from the radio repeater towers with no obstructions to speak of, and I get shitty reception in the bathroom while Ole Woody out in the bedroom doesn't? NASA can pick up a 1/4 watt signal from the Pioneer spacecraft millions of miles away PAST the outer fringes of our solar system but yet I can't pick up a 50,000 watt FM signal from two fucking miles away? Modern electronics are shit.
And you guessed it, the radio was manufactured in "The Orient". It was inexpensive, and it is definitely without frills. But it is also a piece of shit. All I wanted was a little cheapy squawk box I could listen to in the shower in the quiet of the morning, but fuck me. I guess I'm out of luck.

And no, you don't want me to be singing in lieu of the radio. Seriously.


A Phunny

Q- What do Tiger Woods and baby seals have in common?
A- Both get clubbed by Scandanavians.


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Wednesday, December 02, 2009


This is a hoot:
Tiger Woods: waitress claims affair and says she has text messages to prove it
Bill Sharpe, the neighbours' lawyer, said Woods's injuries were "consistent with a car wreck and inconsistent with him being beat up".
Yeah, right. I guess a steering wheel could leave a similar mark as a 4-iron to the face.
They way I see it he's fucking around on his wife - like every other celebrity in this country - and gets caught. They're having words and she chases him out of the house in a huff with his favorite Ping. He can't drive anything but a golf ball, so he ends up parking the Buick under a tree after busting through the fireplug.

But whatever. I really don't give a shit any more about it than I do about the moronic attention whores who got a free dinner sneaking into the White House. Which, too bad they weren't carrying at the time. They could have solved a lot of the nation's problems.

In other news, the nut who killed all those people at Fort Hood is going to get a psyche evaluation. They're going to determine if he's crazy or not. Uh, just ask anyone on base. They'll give the answer. Save us all a bunch time and money.

Well, that's enough for now.


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Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Spam Subject of the Day

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