Yes, it's been quite a while again, hasn't it?
I am well. Things are going good for Mrs Curmudgeon and I.
I just don't do much in the blog world any more. I do check around now and then but since my workplace monitors web usage, I don't dare use the "social" sites much.
After perusing some of my old friends' links yesterday though, I see a lot has changed. Some have quit blogging altogether. Some have changed blog names (some so many times to keep it a secret that I can't keep up anymore). Some folks have even moved to different cities.
This old world just keeps on a-turnin'.
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Thursday, October 04, 2012
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
This I Am Glad To See
This Trayvon Martin bullshit has gotten so fucking stupid I'm about ready to puke.
But I'm glad to see the truth is coming out after all the idiocy from the dumb shit news people, the usual big mouthed assholes like Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and Spike Lee. With mouths that big they don't have any trouble fitting both feet in at the same time.
Yeah, you all were judgmental assholes, flying off the handle and assuming whitey had dun shot that boy just because he was black and wearing a hoodie.
The news folks went so far as to splice tape to make the 911 recording sound like George Zimmerman, the shooter, was some racist asshole who shot the kid just because he looked guilty. These idiots made it sound like Zimmerman had nothing better to do but cruise the neighborhood with his gun hanging out the window of his car, eyeballing and pointing his finger making click sounds to any poor bastard who happened to be unlucky enough to not be in their house as he passed by.
Crowds of people around the country banded together wearing hoodies to ... I don't exactly what they were trying to accomplish other than make hoodies look less stereotypical.
I reckon for some people hoodies are some sort of fucked up fashion statement, sort of like wearing your underwear down to your knees so your ass can hang out. But a lot of people wear hoodies, why? Because you're cold? You need to keep the winter breeze off your neck? Yeah. Right.
Hoodies, stocking caps, sunglasses, all that shit are for some reason a common denominator in most camera shots I see on teevee where some innocent store clerk or ATM user has been most ungraciously separated from his or her money. Or life.
All this time, Zimmerman said he was the one attacked first and he claimed the shooting was in self defense. But now the truth is starting to come out. The police report has been released and it's looking like Zimmerman was right. Cuts on his head, grass stains on his jacket, and blood running out of his nose.
Fuck you Spike Lee. Fuck you (again) Al Sharpton, and fuck you too (again) Jesse Jackson.
While I'm at it, fuck you media, and fuck all you narrow minded jumping to conclusions assholes who judged, tried and convicted Zimmerman before you got any facts.
Maybe the kid wasn't doing anything wrong enough that he deserved to die, but then maybe he wasn't quite as innocent as you all made him out to be either.
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But I'm glad to see the truth is coming out after all the idiocy from the dumb shit news people, the usual big mouthed assholes like Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and Spike Lee. With mouths that big they don't have any trouble fitting both feet in at the same time.
Yeah, you all were judgmental assholes, flying off the handle and assuming whitey had dun shot that boy just because he was black and wearing a hoodie.
The news folks went so far as to splice tape to make the 911 recording sound like George Zimmerman, the shooter, was some racist asshole who shot the kid just because he looked guilty. These idiots made it sound like Zimmerman had nothing better to do but cruise the neighborhood with his gun hanging out the window of his car, eyeballing and pointing his finger making click sounds to any poor bastard who happened to be unlucky enough to not be in their house as he passed by.
Crowds of people around the country banded together wearing hoodies to ... I don't exactly what they were trying to accomplish other than make hoodies look less stereotypical.
I reckon for some people hoodies are some sort of fucked up fashion statement, sort of like wearing your underwear down to your knees so your ass can hang out. But a lot of people wear hoodies, why? Because you're cold? You need to keep the winter breeze off your neck? Yeah. Right.
Hoodies, stocking caps, sunglasses, all that shit are for some reason a common denominator in most camera shots I see on teevee where some innocent store clerk or ATM user has been most ungraciously separated from his or her money. Or life.
All this time, Zimmerman said he was the one attacked first and he claimed the shooting was in self defense. But now the truth is starting to come out. The police report has been released and it's looking like Zimmerman was right. Cuts on his head, grass stains on his jacket, and blood running out of his nose.
Fuck you Spike Lee. Fuck you (again) Al Sharpton, and fuck you too (again) Jesse Jackson.
While I'm at it, fuck you media, and fuck all you narrow minded jumping to conclusions assholes who judged, tried and convicted Zimmerman before you got any facts.
Maybe the kid wasn't doing anything wrong enough that he deserved to die, but then maybe he wasn't quite as innocent as you all made him out to be either.
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Friday, March 16, 2012
"I can't discuss this now. Driving and facebooking is not safe! Haha."
Well, well. Here I am again! How's everyone doing?
I'm just fine, but I'm in a rather morbid mood though, so be advised. Dunno why, I just am.
By the way, this is not a post on the evils of distracted driving, although I will digress a bit before I get to the meat of this post.
The story behind the title is linked a bit farther down the page.
Distracted driving has been going on for years. It all started decades ago when car makers started putting A.M. radios in cars. How terrible. "People shouldn't listen to the radio and drive" people would say. "Drivers need to pay attention to the road" they would say.
Then came 8-tracks and cassettes, and people killed themselves swapping tapes while driving. Then there were C.B.s. And headphones. And earbuds. And cellular telephones. And smart phones. And in-dash consoles that do about everything but take the wheel. What's next? Dunno. More gadgets I'm sure.
Then of course there are all the usual distractions like shaving, putting on makeup, eating breakfast, sipping coffee, reading the newspaper or a book, even changing clothes on the way to a date after work. The shit has been going on for years and try as they might, lawmakers just can't legislate away stupidity.
No, this is not a post about distractions, it's a post about slow motion.
So, you may have heard about one of the latest Darwin Award winner, Taylor Sauer.
She ended up killing herself because she was trying to carry on a conversation on Facebook using her smart phone as she was flying down the highway 80 miles an hour in her car. She was headed home from college in one state to visit her parents in another.
She assholed a tanker truck that was only able to go about 15 miles per hour up a hill.
Woops. I reckon you were right there, Taylor! LOL!!!
So back to the subject I had intended for this post. Slow motion.
Cactus Mark and I were discussing this a couple weeks ago, and I've thought about it a time or two since. It makes for an interesting subject, at least in my mind.
You've heard people talk about - or even experienced - "their life passing before their eyes" as something traumatic happened. It seems that even if you trip and fall down, a bit of adrenaline zaps the system and you clearly see what is going to happen and what your options are as your heart and mind are racing.
I was recently carrying something heavy that took me off balance and trapped my legs so that I couldn't just step off to the side and get out of the way. So I toppled over. Rather ungracefully I might add. I wasn't hurt bad - other than my pride, just a couple gnarly bruises that gave Mrs Curmudgeon cause to chew my ass out for being stupid and too proud to ask for help.
I relate this episode because as soon as I was in that predicament and knew I was going down, I started thinking about what to do to minimize the damage.
I saw the trapped legs, saw the gravel covered ground where I was going to fall, swung my arms around to help catch my fall, bent my knees so they wouldn't get hung up, and bent my waist so the soft part of my hips (i.e., fat of my ass) would hit the ground first. Everything was totally under control.
Yeah. Right. This all took place in 1 second or less. Tip, thump.
I was at the mercy of The Maker and Newton's law. You know. You've been there and done that.
The point is, It all happened in slow motion in my mind. I could see it all happening in advance.
I travel quite a bit what with my weekend trips to our cabin, and it isn't uncommon at all to see some car upside-down off in the sagebrush and weeds somewhere. And of course there are the daily reports of "blah blah blah street is closed due to a rollover/multi-car crash/fatal accident/pedestrian involved/motorcycle driving erratically/high rate of speed/alcohol involved".
Whenever I hear or see something along those lines, I wonder what the person thought as it was happening. I wonder if that person got to experience the slo-mo sensation or if they were so distracted it happened before they knew it.
Unless of course you are totally unaware, in which case you're already on the ground, in the ambulance or in the morgue, the first thought is probably something like "SHEEEEIIIT!". Then you start thinking "Okay, this is what's happening. I can't stop and I can't change direction. I'll just stiffen up and hang on. I'm going to hit, so I should position myself just so to minimize impact."
Yeah, a lot of that happens reflexively, but even so, you still think it or envision it, however you put it.
So I always wonder when I see these wrecks. Besides various auto parts, what was the last thing to pass through their mind? Did they realize what was going to happen?
Did Taylor glance up at just the last millisecond and see a truck trailer and think "OH NO! I'm going too fast! I can't stop! Dammit, I shouldn't have been typing. Let me try steering and slamming on the brakes!"
The police report said there were no skid marks. So even if her foot was moving to the brake, it didn't get there in time.
So did she look up or was she just ... gone?
Blink.
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I'm just fine, but I'm in a rather morbid mood though, so be advised. Dunno why, I just am.
By the way, this is not a post on the evils of distracted driving, although I will digress a bit before I get to the meat of this post.
The story behind the title is linked a bit farther down the page.
Distracted driving has been going on for years. It all started decades ago when car makers started putting A.M. radios in cars. How terrible. "People shouldn't listen to the radio and drive" people would say. "Drivers need to pay attention to the road" they would say.
Then came 8-tracks and cassettes, and people killed themselves swapping tapes while driving. Then there were C.B.s. And headphones. And earbuds. And cellular telephones. And smart phones. And in-dash consoles that do about everything but take the wheel. What's next? Dunno. More gadgets I'm sure.
Then of course there are all the usual distractions like shaving, putting on makeup, eating breakfast, sipping coffee, reading the newspaper or a book, even changing clothes on the way to a date after work. The shit has been going on for years and try as they might, lawmakers just can't legislate away stupidity.
No, this is not a post about distractions, it's a post about slow motion.
So, you may have heard about one of the latest Darwin Award winner, Taylor Sauer.
She ended up killing herself because she was trying to carry on a conversation on Facebook using her smart phone as she was flying down the highway 80 miles an hour in her car. She was headed home from college in one state to visit her parents in another.
She assholed a tanker truck that was only able to go about 15 miles per hour up a hill.
So back to the subject I had intended for this post. Slow motion.
Cactus Mark and I were discussing this a couple weeks ago, and I've thought about it a time or two since. It makes for an interesting subject, at least in my mind.
You've heard people talk about - or even experienced - "their life passing before their eyes" as something traumatic happened. It seems that even if you trip and fall down, a bit of adrenaline zaps the system and you clearly see what is going to happen and what your options are as your heart and mind are racing.
I was recently carrying something heavy that took me off balance and trapped my legs so that I couldn't just step off to the side and get out of the way. So I toppled over. Rather ungracefully I might add. I wasn't hurt bad - other than my pride, just a couple gnarly bruises that gave Mrs Curmudgeon cause to chew my ass out for being stupid and too proud to ask for help.
I relate this episode because as soon as I was in that predicament and knew I was going down, I started thinking about what to do to minimize the damage.
I saw the trapped legs, saw the gravel covered ground where I was going to fall, swung my arms around to help catch my fall, bent my knees so they wouldn't get hung up, and bent my waist so the soft part of my hips (i.e., fat of my ass) would hit the ground first. Everything was totally under control.
Yeah. Right. This all took place in 1 second or less. Tip, thump.
I was at the mercy of The Maker and Newton's law. You know. You've been there and done that.
The point is, It all happened in slow motion in my mind. I could see it all happening in advance.
I travel quite a bit what with my weekend trips to our cabin, and it isn't uncommon at all to see some car upside-down off in the sagebrush and weeds somewhere. And of course there are the daily reports of "blah blah blah street is closed due to a rollover/multi-car crash/fatal accident/pedestrian involved/motorcycle driving erratically/high rate of speed/alcohol involved".
Whenever I hear or see something along those lines, I wonder what the person thought as it was happening. I wonder if that person got to experience the slo-mo sensation or if they were so distracted it happened before they knew it.
Unless of course you are totally unaware, in which case you're already on the ground, in the ambulance or in the morgue, the first thought is probably something like "SHEEEEIIIT!". Then you start thinking "Okay, this is what's happening. I can't stop and I can't change direction. I'll just stiffen up and hang on. I'm going to hit, so I should position myself just so to minimize impact."
Yeah, a lot of that happens reflexively, but even so, you still think it or envision it, however you put it.
So I always wonder when I see these wrecks. Besides various auto parts, what was the last thing to pass through their mind? Did they realize what was going to happen?
Did Taylor glance up at just the last millisecond and see a truck trailer and think "OH NO! I'm going too fast! I can't stop! Dammit, I shouldn't have been typing. Let me try steering and slamming on the brakes!"
The police report said there were no skid marks. So even if her foot was moving to the brake, it didn't get there in time.
So did she look up or was she just ... gone?
Blink.
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Friday, January 06, 2012
Rhapsody Can Lick My Fucking Balls
Yes, Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
Google finds keywords, so let me repeat this one more time:
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
Why? I signed up for Napster after they got sued and went legit. It was $14 per month to download and listen all the songs I possibly could wanted to download.
Don't leave yet! You haven't yet found out why Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
I had upwards of oh, 800 songs downloaded, and another 400 or so copied to my Sansa player that I had ripped from my CDs. So yes, there were plenty of tunes.
Then Rhapsody bought out Napster. Now, Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
First off, I installed the piece of shit java based Rhapsody interface. Good gawd. I haven't used such slow piece of shit software in my life! Unresponsive, unintuitive, cumbersome, ignorant piece of shit.
Eventually, I got it to respond and the asshole Rhapsody licensing wouldn't transfer. All the songs I had downloaded to my player would no longer work.
Rhapsody wanted me to reformat my device. Said it was corrupt, and couldn't download the license keys.
I fought with it and fought with it, to no avail. I reformatted it.
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
So after the reformat, piece of shit Rhapsody took it upon itself to start synching my library. It wanted to re-download every song I had previously downloaded, and transfer those to my player. I left it alone overnight thinking that should be plenty of time. Oh, how wrong I was. After a week, it still wasn't done. It had even taken upon itself to download some rap songs from gawd knows where. Anyone that knows me knows I don't do rap. At all.
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
I finally get a lot of my shit working again. I would say, 1/3 of the original songs I had downloaded were back on my player. So then I re-add some of my ripped CD songs, and BEHOLD! Rhapsody says I need to reformat me device because the license is invalid!
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
So to sum things up, don't use Rhapsody.
Their licensing is flaky.
Their interface is a dog slow piece of shit.
You really don't have any control over what it downloads.
Trying to find a song you want to download takes 10-20 steps, instead of the 1 or 2 Napster required.
One last time, Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
[hack] [spit] Rhapsody. [plewey]
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Google finds keywords, so let me repeat this one more time:
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
Why? I signed up for Napster after they got sued and went legit. It was $14 per month to download and listen all the songs I possibly could wanted to download.
Don't leave yet! You haven't yet found out why Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
I had upwards of oh, 800 songs downloaded, and another 400 or so copied to my Sansa player that I had ripped from my CDs. So yes, there were plenty of tunes.
Then Rhapsody bought out Napster. Now, Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
First off, I installed the piece of shit java based Rhapsody interface. Good gawd. I haven't used such slow piece of shit software in my life! Unresponsive, unintuitive, cumbersome, ignorant piece of shit.
Eventually, I got it to respond and the asshole Rhapsody licensing wouldn't transfer. All the songs I had downloaded to my player would no longer work.
Rhapsody wanted me to reformat my device. Said it was corrupt, and couldn't download the license keys.
I fought with it and fought with it, to no avail. I reformatted it.
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
So after the reformat, piece of shit Rhapsody took it upon itself to start synching my library. It wanted to re-download every song I had previously downloaded, and transfer those to my player. I left it alone overnight thinking that should be plenty of time. Oh, how wrong I was. After a week, it still wasn't done. It had even taken upon itself to download some rap songs from gawd knows where. Anyone that knows me knows I don't do rap. At all.
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
I finally get a lot of my shit working again. I would say, 1/3 of the original songs I had downloaded were back on my player. So then I re-add some of my ripped CD songs, and BEHOLD! Rhapsody says I need to reformat me device because the license is invalid!
Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
So to sum things up, don't use Rhapsody.
Their licensing is flaky.
Their interface is a dog slow piece of shit.
You really don't have any control over what it downloads.
Trying to find a song you want to download takes 10-20 steps, instead of the 1 or 2 Napster required.
One last time, Rhapsody can lick my fucking balls.
[hack] [spit] Rhapsody. [plewey]
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Merry HoHo!!!
Well, here I am checking in again!
The countdown to Christmas, hustle/bustle, stores packed, all that shit. I'll stay away myself. I purchased what I needed to purchase already.
I'm just glad Christmas Day is on a weekend so we get a 3-day weekend out of the deal.
Now here is a re-post of one of my favorite pictures by Bev Dolittle.
Definitely click on the picture to use the embiggenator. This small size don't do it justice.
Also, a re-post of some funnies I stole a while back:
Stolen from The Real Lilley:
Christmas Songs For The Mentally Ill
SCHIZOPHRENIA
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER
DEMENTIA
NARCISSISTIC
MANIC
PARANOID
PERSONALITY DISORDER
DEPRESSION
OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER
PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PERSONALITY
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER
Have a Merry Christmas all, and my best to all of you!
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The countdown to Christmas, hustle/bustle, stores packed, all that shit. I'll stay away myself. I purchased what I needed to purchase already.
I'm just glad Christmas Day is on a weekend so we get a 3-day weekend out of the deal.
Now here is a re-post of one of my favorite pictures by Bev Dolittle.
"Christmas Day Give Or Take A Week"
Definitely click on the picture to use the embiggenator. This small size don't do it justice.
Also, a re-post of some funnies I stole a while back:
Stolen from The Real Lilley:
Christmas Songs For The Mentally Ill
SCHIZOPHRENIA
Do I Hear What I Hear?
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER
We Three Queens Disoriented Are
DEMENTIA
I Think I'll Be Home for Christmas
NARCISSISTIC
Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
MANIC
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and.....
PARANOID
Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me.
PERSONALITY DISORDER
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell you Why.
DEPRESSION
Silent Anhedonia, Holy Anhedonia, All is Flat, All is Lonely.
OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock ........
....(better start again)
PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PERSONALITY
On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me (and then took it all away).
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER
Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.
Have a Merry Christmas all, and my best to all of you!
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Hi Again!
Sorry Freddie. I know.
Well, here's another update.
We just got back from a vacation last week in sunny Florida. Good time.
Now it's a short week before turkey day!
Not much other than that to report on though. Work is busy, holidays coming, the world keeps turning.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
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Well, here's another update.
We just got back from a vacation last week in sunny Florida. Good time.
Now it's a short week before turkey day!
Not much other than that to report on though. Work is busy, holidays coming, the world keeps turning.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Holy Shit! Who's This?
Can you believe it? I'm updating again!
I don't even know where I left off last time, but I do know that 'someone' checked in and gave me a "nudge". Hi there. :)
So... I am currently in Houston attending some schoolin'. Using my currently development environment, I am turning into a dinosaur. (For those who know anything about computer languages, think COBOL).
So I am learning some new technologies to send me into the 2000's.
The bad thing about this trip is that I was at our cabin in the mountains last Wednesday through Sunday, then had to shag-ass home Sunday morning to get to the airport on time to get on the plane to Houston that evening. Long day.
But trip to the mountains was good. Had some of my brothers up there to help me get firewood all cut up for the winter, played some cards, did some serious bullshitting, etc. Good time.
Well, time for a lunch break, then back to school.
HAVE FUN!
Update:
I thought of some things I should put in here, some thoughts on Houston.
Much different than where I live.
1- The people here are much friendlier. In person and in their cars. In person, they say "Hello". In their cars, they actually let you change lanes when you have your blinker on.
2- If you live here, XM or Sirius radio is a must. I scanned through oh, 20 stations of bible study and mexican music before I found one that was rock.
3- Humid. I am having a bad hair day.
4- They aren't all rednecks. In fact, I've seen very few Bubbas here.
5- Good food. I went to an excellent steak house Monday and a great Tex-Mex place last night. There's a seafood place on the way back to the hotel I may have to try tonight.
Okay, that's enough for now. Like I said, LATER!!!
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I don't even know where I left off last time, but I do know that 'someone' checked in and gave me a "nudge". Hi there. :)
So... I am currently in Houston attending some schoolin'. Using my currently development environment, I am turning into a dinosaur. (For those who know anything about computer languages, think COBOL).
So I am learning some new technologies to send me into the 2000's.
The bad thing about this trip is that I was at our cabin in the mountains last Wednesday through Sunday, then had to shag-ass home Sunday morning to get to the airport on time to get on the plane to Houston that evening. Long day.
But trip to the mountains was good. Had some of my brothers up there to help me get firewood all cut up for the winter, played some cards, did some serious bullshitting, etc. Good time.
Well, time for a lunch break, then back to school.
HAVE FUN!
Update:
I thought of some things I should put in here, some thoughts on Houston.
Much different than where I live.
1- The people here are much friendlier. In person and in their cars. In person, they say "Hello". In their cars, they actually let you change lanes when you have your blinker on.
2- If you live here, XM or Sirius radio is a must. I scanned through oh, 20 stations of bible study and mexican music before I found one that was rock.
3- Humid. I am having a bad hair day.
4- They aren't all rednecks. In fact, I've seen very few Bubbas here.
5- Good food. I went to an excellent steak house Monday and a great Tex-Mex place last night. There's a seafood place on the way back to the hotel I may have to try tonight.
Okay, that's enough for now. Like I said, LATER!!!
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Time Flys / Flies
Or is it flies all the time?
Summer brings them by the tons. But at least I don't live close to a feed lot.
Speaking of summer, I took this picture of my dash on the way home from work yesterday. Fucking heat is being obnoxious.
The good news is that I have On Star in my truck, and the On Star app on my phone. So while I was in the grocery store checkout line today, I used my telephone to start my truck so it would be all nice and cool by the time I got out to it. Cool truck = no melted ice cream! WOOHOO!
Anyway, how's everyone been?
I've still been slacking with the blog. I think of things, then forget them by the time I get here. I reckon they must not be that important.
Funny story though, Mrs Curmudgeon called me at work today to tell me the dogs had caught a rat in the back yard and had chewed its head off. She even sent me pictures. Well, it looks like a rat or maybe a gerbil, but one way or the other I'm guessing it was some kid's pet that escaped their pen and took a wrong turn. We just don't have rats around here.
By the way, "good doggie" to whoever caught it. And if you let me know which of you t was, there's an extra Milkbone in it for you. :)
Well, I guess that's it for today. TTYL!
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Summer brings them by the tons. But at least I don't live close to a feed lot.
Speaking of summer, I took this picture of my dash on the way home from work yesterday. Fucking heat is being obnoxious.
The good news is that I have On Star in my truck, and the On Star app on my phone. So while I was in the grocery store checkout line today, I used my telephone to start my truck so it would be all nice and cool by the time I got out to it. Cool truck = no melted ice cream! WOOHOO!
Anyway, how's everyone been?
I've still been slacking with the blog. I think of things, then forget them by the time I get here. I reckon they must not be that important.
Funny story though, Mrs Curmudgeon called me at work today to tell me the dogs had caught a rat in the back yard and had chewed its head off. She even sent me pictures. Well, it looks like a rat or maybe a gerbil, but one way or the other I'm guessing it was some kid's pet that escaped their pen and took a wrong turn. We just don't have rats around here.
By the way, "good doggie" to whoever caught it. And if you let me know which of you t was, there's an extra Milkbone in it for you. :)
Well, I guess that's it for today. TTYL!
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Friday, July 29, 2011
More News
So it's been quite a spell, eh?
All is well. I just don't really give a shit about posting blogs any more I reckon. Since I don't bitch about politics and the news much any more, I reckon there's not much to bitch about. Change the things you can, accept the things you can't, know the difference, all that shit.
Besides, I reckon I've gone to the dark side. I poke around on facebook much more than here. Those people from 20, 30, 40 years ago. It's like a time capsule sometimes.
So the news is (well, to some it's news, to others it's like "No Fucking Shit"), NASA has proven the "Global Warming™" is bullshit. That it has been a made up scare by do-gooder blowhards. Go read the news on Yahoo. I ain't going to bother with a link.
In other news, Mark came up for the weekend and us and 3 other guys took off to 'The Retreat' for a guy's weekend. Got plenty of poker, ATV riding, fishing, movies and adult beverages taken care of. A good time fer sher.
Quick question: Why is it that ... no, I ain't going there. No more political shit on this blog.
Okay then, I'm going to poke around and visit some of the regulars now. (Hi Freddie! Hi Jean! Hi Deb! Joe! Dennis! ...)
See y'all next time!
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All is well. I just don't really give a shit about posting blogs any more I reckon. Since I don't bitch about politics and the news much any more, I reckon there's not much to bitch about. Change the things you can, accept the things you can't, know the difference, all that shit.
Besides, I reckon I've gone to the dark side. I poke around on facebook much more than here. Those people from 20, 30, 40 years ago. It's like a time capsule sometimes.
So the news is (well, to some it's news, to others it's like "No Fucking Shit"), NASA has proven the "Global Warming™" is bullshit. That it has been a made up scare by do-gooder blowhards. Go read the news on Yahoo. I ain't going to bother with a link.
In other news, Mark came up for the weekend and us and 3 other guys took off to 'The Retreat' for a guy's weekend. Got plenty of poker, ATV riding, fishing, movies and adult beverages taken care of. A good time fer sher.
Quick question: Why is it that ... no, I ain't going there. No more political shit on this blog.
Okay then, I'm going to poke around and visit some of the regulars now. (Hi Freddie! Hi Jean! Hi Deb! Joe! Dennis! ...)
See y'all next time!
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Monday, June 13, 2011
Random Randomizations
WOOHOO!!! School's out! Now I don't have to keep slowing down for school zones, where there are no children going to school. It's just a 'zone'.
So how have you been?
Nothing exciting to report here, I just got bored with the blog. I figgered if I couldn't write anything that was even interesting to me, then no one else would be very interested either. Hence, no posts.
Don't worry, I still read a bunch of your blogs, and sometimes I even comment. But the daily stops have dwindled a bunch. Especially the political ones. Politics pisses me off too much. It's amazing how stupid elected officials are, and it's even more amazing how stupid the people who elected them must be to have elected them to those positions. So rather than just be upset with the majority of the population, I'll just study myself up for who I want, vote for them, and forget it.
I think I'll just concentrate on blogs with cute puppy themes. Maybe some crocheting related blogs. Those seem to be fairly mellow.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, gotta run. Got some work to do.
Have fun!
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So how have you been?
Nothing exciting to report here, I just got bored with the blog. I figgered if I couldn't write anything that was even interesting to me, then no one else would be very interested either. Hence, no posts.
Don't worry, I still read a bunch of your blogs, and sometimes I even comment. But the daily stops have dwindled a bunch. Especially the political ones. Politics pisses me off too much. It's amazing how stupid elected officials are, and it's even more amazing how stupid the people who elected them must be to have elected them to those positions. So rather than just be upset with the majority of the population, I'll just study myself up for who I want, vote for them, and forget it.
I think I'll just concentrate on blogs with cute puppy themes. Maybe some crocheting related blogs. Those seem to be fairly mellow.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, gotta run. Got some work to do.
Have fun!
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Friday, May 20, 2011
Off To The Desert
I'm headed out of town for the weekend to visit a cactus dweller. You all know who he is. Hopefully, he stalked up on beer and chalk.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the end of the world. Are you all ready for the rapture?
You all have a weekend now!
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Tomorrow is supposed to be the end of the world. Are you all ready for the rapture?
You all have a weekend now!
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Monday, May 02, 2011
Royal Wedding
I don't give even the smallest of shits about it, but I do know the sounds heard from the honeymoon suite were along the lines of "The British are coming! The British are coming!"
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Monday, April 25, 2011
A Funny
A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham sandwich.
The barman looks at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck."
"I see your eyes are working," replies the duck.
"And you can talk!" Exclaims the barman.
"I see your ears are working, too," Says the duck.
"Now if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?"
"Certainly, sorry about that," Says the barman as he pulls the duck's pint.
"It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?"
"I'm working on the building site across the road," explains the duck.
"I'm a plasterer."
The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.
So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.
The same thing happens for two weeks..
Then one day the circus comes to town.
The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him "You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!"
"Sounds marvelous," says the ringmaster, handing over his business card.
"Get him to give me a call."
So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, "Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money."
"I'm always looking for the next job," Says the duck.
"Where is it?"
"At the circus," Says the barman.
"The circus?" Repeats the duck.
"That's right," Replies the barman.
"The circus?" The duck asks again. with the big tent?"
"Yeah," the barman replies.
"With all the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?" says the duck.
Of course," the barman replies.
"And the tent has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?" persists the duck.
"That's right!" says the barman.
The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says
"What the fuck would they want with a plasterer??!"
The barman looks at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck."
"I see your eyes are working," replies the duck.
"And you can talk!" Exclaims the barman.
"I see your ears are working, too," Says the duck.
"Now if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?"
"Certainly, sorry about that," Says the barman as he pulls the duck's pint.
"It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?"
"I'm working on the building site across the road," explains the duck.
"I'm a plasterer."
The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.
So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.
The same thing happens for two weeks..
Then one day the circus comes to town.
The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him "You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!"
"Sounds marvelous," says the ringmaster, handing over his business card.
"Get him to give me a call."
So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, "Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money."
"I'm always looking for the next job," Says the duck.
"Where is it?"
"At the circus," Says the barman.
"The circus?" Repeats the duck.
"That's right," Replies the barman.
"The circus?" The duck asks again. with the big tent?"
"Yeah," the barman replies.
"With all the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?" says the duck.
Of course," the barman replies.
"And the tent has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?" persists the duck.
"That's right!" says the barman.
The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says
"What the fuck would they want with a plasterer??!"
Friday, April 22, 2011
Easter
So did you hear about the dude giving up food for lent? No joke, it's totally true.
He vowed that during lent, all he would consume is beer and water.
I think I like this guy.
In the meantime, a picture that has been floating around for a couple years:
I know, I know. Blasphemous. Oh well.
Happy Bunny Day everyone! Now go grill some steaks, or maybe some pork chops.
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He vowed that during lent, all he would consume is beer and water.
I think I like this guy.
In the meantime, a picture that has been floating around for a couple years:
Happy Bunny Day everyone! Now go grill some steaks, or maybe some pork chops.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
In Other News
Yup, I guess it's been long enough that I should put another post up here.
Starting to warm up around these parts. It's been in the mid 80's a few days.
That temp is nice. But it also means that summer is getting near, and well, fuck. I don't think I like the desert near as much as I used to.
Oh well. This is where the home is. This is where the job is. I reckon I'll stick around a spell.
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Starting to warm up around these parts. It's been in the mid 80's a few days.
That temp is nice. But it also means that summer is getting near, and well, fuck. I don't think I like the desert near as much as I used to.
Oh well. This is where the home is. This is where the job is. I reckon I'll stick around a spell.
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Friday, April 08, 2011
Home And Dry
Damn this "Global Warming™". It's preventing me from going to my home away from home this weekend. 2-4 feet of snow forecast.
Oh well. I guess it will be another weekend of working in the workshop, listening to the tunes, and chilling.
Life is good.
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Oh well. I guess it will be another weekend of working in the workshop, listening to the tunes, and chilling.
Life is good.
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Friday, April 01, 2011
Update Update
Well, that was fun.
Actually, we got back monday, but I've been too lazy to post anything.
A good trip though.
However, I would recommend to anyone that before going to Mickeyland, make sure there are NO FUCKING high school cheerleader championships happening the same time you are there.
I've never seen so many ornery, snotty, obnoxious, ugly, adolescent bitches in one place at the same time. They were like fucking cockroaches coming out of the walls. Every cafe, quickie-mart, store, ... everywhere.
Of course we went other places too. Beaches, tide pools full of critters, Newport, even saw the nuts at Venice beach. Good time.
Side note: I accidentally clicked the wrong button and deleted a whole bunch of your comments. So sorry. I wasn't being mean.
Oh, and Freddie/Rae Rae, I'm expecting an email as to where the fuck you went now.
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Actually, we got back monday, but I've been too lazy to post anything.
A good trip though.
However, I would recommend to anyone that before going to Mickeyland, make sure there are NO FUCKING high school cheerleader championships happening the same time you are there.
I've never seen so many ornery, snotty, obnoxious, ugly, adolescent bitches in one place at the same time. They were like fucking cockroaches coming out of the walls. Every cafe, quickie-mart, store, ... everywhere.
Of course we went other places too. Beaches, tide pools full of critters, Newport, even saw the nuts at Venice beach. Good time.
Side note: I accidentally clicked the wrong button and deleted a whole bunch of your comments. So sorry. I wasn't being mean.
Oh, and Freddie/Rae Rae, I'm expecting an email as to where the fuck you went now.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Another Update
Nothing special to report other than everything is just groovy.
Been busy at work, and I'm still waiting for the results of the quiz and the experiment.
We're off to see Mickey Mouse this weekend, so hopefully the weather will cooperate.
Have fun!
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Been busy at work, and I'm still waiting for the results of the quiz and the experiment.
We're off to see Mickey Mouse this weekend, so hopefully the weather will cooperate.
Have fun!
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Friday, March 11, 2011
A Quiz
This is an actual quiz a teacher gave to prospective psychology students.
See how you do:
Answers in comments :)
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See how you do:
Sexual Tension Quiz
Author unknown- I am a protrusion that comes in many sizes.
When I'm not well, I drip.
When you blow me, you feel good.
What Am I? - I'm spread before I'm eaten.
Your tongue gets me off.
People sometimes lick my nuts.
What Am I?
- I assist an erection.
Sometimes big balls hang from me.
I'm called a big swinger.
What Am I?
- Over 1,000 people went down on me.
I wasn't maiden for long.
A big hard thing ripped me open.
What Am I?
- You stick your poles inside me.
You tie me down to get me up.
I get wet before you do.
What Am I?
- When I go in I cause pain.
I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow.
I can fill your hole.
What Am I?
- A finger goes in me.
You fiddle with me when you're bored.
The best man always has me first.
What Am I?
- All day long, it's in and out.
I discharge loads from my shaft.
Both men and women go down on me.
What Am I?
- I go in hard.
I come out soft.
You blow me hard.
What Am I?
- If I miss, I hit your bush.
It's my job to stuff your box.
When I come, it's news.
What Am I?
- I offer Protection.
I get the finger ten times.
You use your fingers to get me off.
What Am I? - I have a stiff shaft.
My tip penetrates.
I come with a quiver.
What Am I?
- My business is briefs.
I am a cunning linguist.
I plead and plead for it.
What Am I?
- I make some guys shoot in the air.
I usually have a little pecker.
I'm better in your hand than in your bush.
What Am I?
Answers in comments :)
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Thursday, March 03, 2011
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