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Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Whatever anyone thinks of Rush Limbaugh, he's right in this statement about NBA center Jason Collins who decided to announce to the world that he's a fag:

 "Why can't everyone just put your sexual preferences on Facebook and call it a day? Why do we need to stop everything and have a national day of celebration, or mourning, depending on your point of view... about this?"
 "And this tolerance only goes one way."
He complained that anyone who does not support Collins is called a "bigot," "racist," "extremist" or "homophobe." "There is no tolerance at all here," Limbaugh alleged. "Not only do these people have to publicly announce it, everyone else has to applaud and accept it."

Exactly. He's a mediocre ball player. Why is it such a big deal for gays to stand on the podiums with the trumpets blaring in the background announcing to the world "HEY EVERYONE!!! LOOK AT ME I'M TEH GHAY!!!  WOOHOO!!!!"

Is this shit ever going to end?


Thursday, October 04, 2012

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'. 


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.


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?



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]


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.

"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

Do I Hear What I Hear?

We Three Queens Disoriented Are

I Think I'll Be Home for Christmas

Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

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.....

Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me.

You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell you Why.

Silent Anhedonia, Holy Anhedonia, All is Flat, All is Lonely.

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)

On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me (and then took it all away).

Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.

Have a Merry Christmas all, and my best to all of you!


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!