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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

I'm Shocked! Aghast Even!

Rapper Snoop Dogg arrested, again

AP - 1 hour, 41 minutes ago Sent 174 times
BURBANK, Calif. - Snoop Dogg was arrested for investigation of illegally possessing a handgun and drugs as he left NBC Studios after performing on "The Tonight Show With Jay Leno," police said.
[...]
Drugs? And a handgun?

Shoulda dropped it like it's haaa-aawt.
What dumbizzle. Fo' Shizzle my Nizzle. On the brizzle.


That'll Learn 'Em

U.S. bans sale of iPods to North Korea

AP - 5 minutes ago Sent 341 times
WASHINGTON - The Bush administration wants North Korea's attention, so like a scolding parent it's trying to make it tougher for that country's eccentric leader to buy iPods, plasma televisions and Segway electric scooters.
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Oh Yeah! Punish those bastards!
The government shuts their power off at 9 p.m. anyway, no need to have music blaring after hours.

But as long as they can still buy plutonium, they should be okay.

Whatta Maroon

Owner: Man tried to hide guitar in pants

Tue Nov 28, 10:48 PM ET
DE QUEEN, Ark. - The guitar-shaped bulge in Morgan Conatser's clothing tipped off a music store owner that there might be a crime in progress. Clifton Lovell, owner of Guitars and Cadillacs on U.S. Highway 71 in De Queen, was talking with a customer last week when he saw Conatser, 29, walking out of the store.
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Johnny-On-The-Spot there, ain't you?

Yeah, I think the idiot stealing the guitar maybe should have thought it out a little. It may be a bit of a challenge stuffing a guitar down your britches.

Spam Subject Of The Day

"hi it's Mayberry"
Cool! Where's Andy and Opie? And Barney?

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

A Programming Funny

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You really need to click on it so you can read it.

Quote Of The Day

From a techie website I frequent:
"I like to think of the ninja's and other sports bikes as Darwin's little helpers, weeding out the gene pool. the problem of course is that these nuts tend to hurt more than just themselves."
Darwin's Little Helpers. I love it!

Tranny Deer?

Man shoots doe with rack of antlers

Mon Nov 27, 10:31 PM ET
MICHIGAN, N.D. - When Carmen Erickson dropped a deer with a single shot in a cattail slough south of here, he thought he'd downed a nice buck. Unlike his shot, he was a little off. The deer was a doe.

"It's got no male utilities," said Erickson, who lives in Minot. "It has teats ... it was pretty unusual."
[...]
Probably just another one of those gender changers. Or should we be blaming this on global warming?

Huh?

IHOP changes policy of asking for IDs

8 minutes ago
QUINCY, Mass. - John Russo has been a victim of identity theft. So when he was asked to fork over a photo ID just to be seated at an IHOP pancake restaurant, he flipped. "'You want my license? I'm going for pancakes, I'm not buying the Hope diamond,' and they refused to seat us," Russo said, recounting his experience this week at the Quincy IHOP.
Yeah. Cold day in hell when I fork over my ID to sit in a restaurant.

Y'all better come up with Plan "B". Which, may be "Close your doors".

From The 'Duh!' Files - Again

All work and no play ... makes kids fat and passive

Tue Nov 28, 6:33 AM ET
Remember when recess was the best part of the school day? Not any more. In some parts of the country, that carefree half-hour - when kids could run, jump, scream and play tag or other games - is on the endangered list.
You're Kidding!
I never would have guessed it.

Maybe we should supply the schools with PS-3 boxes and a "My Little Pony' game so they can have a rousing round of video game during recess instead.

Spam Subject Of The Day

"Re: scurvie"
SCURVIE?!?! Who you callin' scurvie?!?!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Blogger Beta

I fucking hate it already.

I haven't yet been assimilated, but it seems every time I visit one of my daily reads that has made the conversion, something don't work for me. Can't see something, can't comment, the tab order is all out of whack, etc.

Typical beta shit. Typical free shit.

So one of three things is probably going to happen here:
I will keep my blog as is;
Blogger will come out with Blogger "release" - a working, stable step in the alpha - beta evolution process of software development - at which time I will probably be forced to convert;
Blogger will kiss my ass as I move to a different blog host.

One way or the other, if y'all choose to be drawn in by the great force that is Google, PLEASE!! FOR MY SAKE!! Test your conversion. Make sure it works.

Try clicking the links, posting a comment, sending an email. Put it through some paces before you consider it a wrap.

This free shit is fucked up enough without using fucked-up free shit.



Say that three times fast! I dare you!





Hah! You did, didn't you!

Another Rocket Surgeon

Man on trial for putting baby in freezer
Mon Nov 27, 8:40 AM ET

OTTAWA (Reuters) - A Canadian man who could not figure out how to deal with his girlfriend's feverish 10-month-old daughter put the baby into a freezer to cool her down, a local newspaper reported on Friday.
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What could I possibly add?

BWAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Missing woman found dead behind bookcase

Sat Nov 25, 9:52 PM ET
NEW PORT RICHEY, Fla. - A woman's body was found wedged upside-down behind a bookcase in the home she shared with relatives who had spent nearly two weeks looking for her.
[...]
Uh, gee. Didn't happen to think about tracking down that smell either I guess.

Anyway, like they say on Fark: Florida tag. What a way to go.

Another Reason To NOT Watch Soap Operas

'AMC' introducing transgender character - AP

Sun Nov 26, 10:31 PM ET Sent 541 times
NEW YORK - In a story unusual even for a soap opera and believed to be a television first, ABC's "All My Children" this week will introduce a transgender character who is beginning to make the transition from a man into a woman.
[...]
Just what we need.
What's the next scenario? What else can we do to get ratings?
I know! A quadriplegic, midget, transsexual, ex donkey show star, hooker living with their parents in the basement of the convent.

Yeah. That should work.

Yeah, I Know

I'm like a lot of other bloggers. I don't post much if at all on weekends. So a four-dayer leaves quite a gap in the continuum that is 'Curmudgeonims'. Sorry. You keep checking back anyway, hoping I'll entertain a bit but alas, nothing here but disappointment.

But here I am back in the saddle again, ready to inform, enlighten and entertain all three of you faithful readers.

So let's start out the week on a bright note. How was your Thanksgiving?
Ours was great. We had friends and family over to celebrate our victory over the indians our founding of a new land, and newly formed friendships.

We had a bountiful and delicious feast - as is the tradition - and spent time enjoying each others company.

I also took a lot of time and worked on projects in the workshop and around the house. Most enjoyable.

However, all returned to normal this morning. I did my morning 'get ready for work' routine - got up, had some coffee, worked some crosswords and took my shower, while listening to the idiots on the radio.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love the XM radio? If not, I love the XM radio. No idotic and mundane DJ's, many many channels to choose from, and no commercials on the music stations.
Unlike the regular broadcast stations who SCREAM about refinancing my mortgage, cheap lasic surgery, lawyers to get me all sorts of injury money, the plethora of cars available, ...

I guess what I need to do is start out by refinancing my mortgage so I can get a little extra spending money for Christmas, buy a new car, get into a wreck, and sue the bastard that hit me so I can pay off my mortgage. I'll know who it is as I'll be so much more able to indentify them - having new eye surgery and all.
A quick stop through Taco Bell for the breakfast burrito on my way to the courthouse and BAM! No more debt!

Okay, enough of that shit. I hope you all had a good weekend, and for all you politically correct people out there, HAPPY HOLIDAYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Life

Stolen from Bryan:
Life and a Can of Beer

When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the beer.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal."

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."



Wednesday, November 22, 2006

T-Day

Have a good turkey day all you folks out there.

And remember, us Americans weren't illegal aliens any more than the indians were.

What, you think they just sprouted up out of nowhere?


BWAH!!!

I laughed out loud at this fucking picture. I just had to steal it:



Stolen from IMAO.

For Jean

Just cause she asked for it once:

She lived a full life. A nice life, and was loved by everyone who knew her.

She came into this world unexpectedly and for most of her youth, she was neglected. Ignored. After all, she wasn't really wanted and was very much in the way. Alone most of the time, and yes. Quite lonely.
When others would come around, she would become very excited want to have them near. Smiling and welcoming them, happy to have the company.

When we were told about her, we adopter her and gave her a new home. She smiled even wider, and settled right in, content in her new surroundings. She had a nice yard to run and play with her friends, head held high, her amber locks flowing in the breeze.

But one day, as she became older, we realized she was very sick. Of course we did all we could do, but her poor little heart just gave out. She collapsed and with those big eyes, looked at us as if to say "What's wrong with me? I don't understand." I sat on the floor next to her and she inched over and put her little head on my lap. I knew she was leaving us for good. There was nothing we could do.
The doctor told us there was nothing to be done, and she left us.

She lived a rich life and a happy life. We gave her the best life we knew how to give. I know this. I have no regrets. But every once in a while, I remember that scared look in her eyes, and hope I never have to see it again. And I remember how she tried to get up and couldn't, so she laid her head on "Daddy's" lap for comfort.

Yeah, sometimes I do miss that dog.