Friday, August 31, 2007

Friday Night Fights...

...or just a few things that are pissing me off.









  • I'll be the first to admit that this was one stunning looking lady. But when all is said and done it was simply a marriage of convenience so the Prince could sow his seed. She's dead. Move on.

  • Seems that some state, Mississippi, I think, is about to outlaw abortion. They showed some footage on the news about protesters at the last clinic they have in the state. All the mumbo jumbo you always hear from them. And the same from the other side. I have no Vick in this fight. I'm beyond having kids, dead dick and all. But I've only impregnated one woman in my life, and did that intentionally. Otherwise, an embryo was off limits to my swimmies. But what sticks in my craw about the protesters is the fact that you can just tell that they are the type if people that go home and beat their spouses and kids, are frigid and generally just bad people. They deserve one another.

  • Seems the dermatologist needs to operate on the lesions I had scraped last week. Came back positive. YAWN. The cancer part doesn't bother me. I'm used to that. It just takes time out of my day that I'd rather spend doing other things. MD's always find something.

  • Seems some Senator wanted his dick sucked, or vice versa, in a public restroom. In Minnesota. Sounds good to me.

  • Be careful when you lend yourself to a friend in a time of need. After the crisis is over your ass is, most likely, not needed.



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Shitiquette...

...for you assholes that haven't learned it yet and because I've put in my shit time.


I've been through the diaper deal, I've stood in a broken lift station while women flushed their shit down the crapper AFTER I had posted an "Out Of Order" sign on the door AND the lid, I've repaired sewer lines with the water from the toilet and it's contents cascading over my hands and I wiped my Dad's ass and cleaned out his portajohn when he was dying. So feces don't faze me.

But dammit, if you can't figure out how to flush a john when you take a dump in a public facility, or your own abode, for that matter, then listen up.

When you park your ass on the can in anticipation of pinching a loaf the size of Louisiana then how about learning some timing. If you DO time it right, then as soon as that turd makes its presence known to the world, flush the toilet. This way, it can break up on its way down and not screw up the siphoning process of said toilet. And if said turd has a cousin or two following in its wake, do the same thing. FLUSH. Don't fucking wait until you've deposited Mt. Rushmore into the porcelain and then piled the equivalent of the New York Times on top of it to pull the handle and go gently into that good night.

Now, maybe this failure in attentiveness doesn't bother you at home because you(or your family members) are the only ones that have to deal with it. But in a public facility that has only two loo's and four shitcans, it becomes a nuisance when you plug up two of them, and both in the same location. There isn't a more helpless feeling than opening a stall and finding not one, but BOTH, commodes plugged up and full of your crap. And for that matter, why does it take you half a roll of TP to wipe your ass? Did you shit yourself before you got there? Your asshole ain't but the size of a silver dollar, at most. Yet you act as though you're wiping the anus of an elephant.

I took matters into my own hands today, and took the plumber's helper they keep in one of the stalls and did not only myself a favor, but my fellow building mates. Did it bother me? Not a bit. It took a few minutes and some odd looks from people coming and going, thinking I was the culprit. So be it. Shit happens. Just make sure it ain't yours I have to clean up. I've paid my dues. Most likely, you haven't.
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Friday Funnies...

Coma

A woman was in a coma and had been in it for months. Nurses were in her room giving her a blanket bath. One of them was washing her private area and noticed there was a slight response on the monitor when she touched her. They tried it again and sure enough there was sizable movement. They went to her husband and explained what happened, telling him, “As crazy as this sounds, maybe a little oral sex will do the trick and bring her out of the coma. The husband was sceptical, but they assured that they’d close the curtains for privacy. The husband finally agreed and went into his wife’s room. After a few minutes the woman’s monitor flat lined, no pulse, no heart rate. The nurses ran back into the room. “What happened”? they cried. The husband said, “I’m not sure……maybe she choked“?

Apartment For Rent

A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to spend the night with her for $500. They did their thing, and, before he left, he told her that he did not have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a cheque and mail it to her, calling the payment “RENT FOR APARTMENT.” On the way to the office, he regretted what he had done, realizing that the whole event had not been worth the price. So he had his secretary send a cheque for $250 and enclose the following typed note:
“Dear Madam,
Enclosed find a cheque for $250 for rent of your apartment. I am not sending the amount agreed upon, because when I rented the place, I was under the impression that:
1. - it had never been occupied;
2. - there was plenty of heat; and
3. - it was small enough to make me feel cosy and at home.
However, I found out that:
1. - it had been previously occupied,
2. - there wasn’t any heat, and
3. - it was entirely too large.”
Upon receipt of the note, the girl immediately returned the cheque for $250 with the following note:
“Dear Sir,
1. - I cannot understand how you could expect a beautiful apartment to remain unoccupied indefinitely.
2. - As for the heat, there is plenty of it, if you know how to turn it on.
3. - Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if you don’t have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the management. Please send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your present landlady .
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I'm Not Sure What Brought This To Mind Tonight...

...but Mr. Grizzard was one of the funniest guys I have ever had the pleasure to watch and meet.


He wrote for the Atlanta Constipation(really, I like GA) and some of his stand up was so perfectly timed and relevant that it had me rolling on the floor. In a conversation with him we talked, not about comedy or writing, but about his heart condition, which eventually claimed his life in 1994. He never shied away from the fact he had it and did everything in his power to fight it, but in the end the body does what it does best. When I told him I had something similar to his condition, he did that thing he did about lowering his glasses just a tad bit, cocked his head down, and said "Son, there ain't enough chambers in your heart to be like mine."

It just dawned on me what he meant. His heart, although defective, was so full of life and laughter that he would rely on that until there wasn't anymore room to expand. He did just that. And lord almighty, he never let it slow him down. That somabitch could drink with the best of them.

There are many tapes, books and the like out there if you've never experienced his humor. Give it a go. You won't be disappointed.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

It's Been Said...

...that I'm a total dick, which may very well be true. But I don't know. You'd have to ask people that truly know me.


I did get this in my e-mail this morning. I do so love a good laugh.
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Sunday, August 26, 2007

Curious Georgia...

...seems to have a particular interest in this blog as of late.

I've been to this hell hole of a state on many an occasion. Holds no good memories. So gang, it's fine with my ass if you quit reading.
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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Now This Is One Job...

...I would love to have.
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Friday, August 24, 2007

Yawn...

...here we go again...

Babs RN said...
Well, here's the thing. He's been my friend through all the other stuff and knows everything - you know very little. Only what you assume based on your own perceptions/projection. At one time I tried to be nice to you but you took it entirely the wrong way and you have continually been so contrary and then hidden that behind the "I just play devil's advocate" veil that you're impossible to deal with and impossible to like. Frankly, my life is none of your concern. Nor should it be.


Well, sugar tits, I don't really give a rats ass about your life. But I do care about how women manipulate men and, in particular, your beguiling ways. Your incessant need for affirmation from the opposite sex is psychopathic.

Oh, and by the way, don't write about Mother Teresa until you've read St. John of the Cross, Teresa of Avila and Thomas Merton. Stick to medicine.
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OH MY...

...I've done gone and done it again. I hurt someone's feelings and now he's all pissed off and in a fit of what can only be called juvenile rage he removed me from his blogroll.


I weep incessantly now. Not tears of sorrow, mind you, but rather dewy drops of laughter. For you see, I find it rather amusing how easy it is to piss someone off and then see their reaction to it. As if I give two good shits about whether I'm on someone's blogroll. Ahhh, but I was there out of courtesy. As if that's supposed to make a difference.

Then he had to go and solicit one of his cronies to backup his assumption that I needed psychological help. Moi?? Whatever for? And he called me OLD MAN!! I sigh and ponder as to my fate now. What's an old, mentally unstable, prozac taking, ass kissing misanthrope to do?

Piss some more people off!! Game on. Oh, and by the way, he's still on my blogroll. Courtesy and such, you know.

UPDATE: Here's a conversation from a lady friend(yes, I do have them). I have protected her identity...

her(8/24/2007 12:17:55 PM): geez,,,,,what the hell is Babs doing? getting married? for christs sakes,,,dont this girl give herself time before leaping into situations that end up pissing her off
GS (8/24/2007 12:18:21 PM): LOL...I'm loving this whole scenario
her (8/24/2007 12:21:29 PM): this is sappy as shit
her (8/24/2007 12:21:52 PM): Im sorry - I had been disconnected with the blogs for awhile - geez, Babs is an idiot to publish that nonsense
GS (8/24/2007 12:22:19 PM): do ya think? but her lovey dovey done gone and attacked my ass
her (8/24/2007 12:22:56 PM): lol, where is that at?
GS (8/24/2007 12:23:12 PM): on my blog and his...link is on mine
her (8/24/2007 12:24:11 PM): damn they are mad at you -
her (8/24/2007 12:24:13 PM): LOL
GS (8/24/2007 12:24:41 PM): nah, they're mad at themselves for having gone public
her (8/24/2007 12:25:21 PM): goodness - they called you old man and shit
GS (8/24/2007 12:25:38 PM): LOL...I responded appropriately
her (8/24/2007 12:26:45 PM): goodness - this is intesting - Babs is out of her mind - AD isnt very cute
her (8/24/2007 12:26:50 PM): and full of lip and mouth
GS (8/24/2007 12:27:30 PM): dunno, never looked at his pic...they'll have to prove me wrong
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Water, Water Everywhere...

...and there is no where to go.

Since I don't want to misrepresent myself, I have been in a flood, and sucked down by it and it delivered my ass to another city.

The golf course had a "creek" that ran through it, called McAlpine. It's banks were about thirty feet tall, but it received the water from all of the southern part of the city. As the city built up with car lots, strip malls and other developments there was more concrete and asphalt pouring water into the storm drains when a front came through. On many an occasion it went out of its banks and flooded parts of the course. As time went on, and it got worse.

We had alot of expensive electronic components in various locations, and as best we tried after each flood to counteract the next, they would add more concrete and asphalt to the point that we couldn't keep up.

It caught me on a bridge one day. Trying to save the electronics in the booster pump house. I parked on high ground and traversed my way to the little shed that housed said pumps. The water hadn't yet enveloped the little building, so I was able to kill the power, but, as Mother Nature would have it, it was all for naught.

In a flash the water rose so quickly that I couldn't get back to the truck and all I could do was float helplessly in the water that had risen from the creek.

I was still about 100 yards from the creek itself, but there were no obstacles in my path to grab hold of, so I resigned myself to a float down the creek. Needless to say, that's some ragging ass water, full of logs, snakes, coolers, and various and sundry articles relating to human existence.

The first thing I did was grab the Motorola walkie-talkie from my pants and send a message that I was trapped and floating. I knew the terrain well enough to know where I would enter the creek, and that there was a city sewer line that crossed the creek just a few yards ahead of where I anticipated my entrance.

When I hit the creek, there was no sewer line to be found. Not good. I had never seen the water that high in my 25 years. So I just called upon my lifeguard training and swimming experience and rode it out as best I could. I got bumped and bruised along the way, but I ended up in Pineville just a soaked ass old man doing his job.

So to those people in the Midwest suffering through the floods; get the hell outta there. Nuff said.
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Thursday, August 23, 2007

Seems Like Someone...

...doesn't think my disposition is sunny enough.

Seems he has an observation which he posted in his comments in response to mine...

Galactically Stupid: Damn, you're such a sunny person,full of joy and fluffy bunnies and happiness. Whenever I read your blog, I hear The Carpenters playing in my head.

That's why you're in my blogroll - because of the joy you bring. Really.


Fluffy bunnies? Me thinks this misguided individual has a cerebellum full of dust bunnies. I'm not likely to post very often about the good things in my life. Those belong to me. And if I do, it's in a moment of weakness or a drunken stupor. I'm not doing this blog to pump sunshine up your fucking asses. I try to bring different and irreverent perspectives to situations. You need fluffy, honey EMT, watch PBS or read some rose garden books. It ain't gonna happen here. And don't say I didn't worn you about your new found love interest. She's already drilled so far up your ass looking for shit from your past or present that it would take a truckload of Fleet enemas to hide your tracks. And last time I checked you removed me from your blogroll. Told ya this was gonna be fun.

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For All You Search Hounds...

...Microsoft released tafiti today. Pretty cool search utility based on the new Silverlight technology. Check it out.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Let Me Channel My Inner Prickness...

...and say how excited I am at the prospect for fodder this situation will provide.

What might this be, you inquire? Well, the profession of undying love between this woman and this man. All the damn "Oh Happy Day" comments are enough to sicken tree sap. The best advice someone could have given these love doves is to keep it quiet until they're absolutely sure they want to go public with it. But Babs has a penchant for cathecting, at its various levels, and it appears that ole AD walked into her sights and got caught like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I think I gave her last foray into the love parlor about six weeks. It made it about two, I think, but my memory fails me. Oh sure, we'll hear things like this time it's different, he knows my soul, she's my soul mate and the like. Were this scripted by Grimm it would make for a good story. Alas, I sense the pen of Dante or Camus. Either way, this will be fun.
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Saturday, August 18, 2007

I May Not Have Any Pheromones Left...

...but I know a sexy woman when I see one.
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You Are Such A Prig...

...and shame on you for being so.
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Friday, August 17, 2007

I Guess Having Experienced Everything Don't Mean Shit...

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
4.2
Mind:
4.5
Body:
4.1
Spirit:
5
Friends/Family:
3.4
Love:
0.8
Finance:
6.3
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
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It Sure As Hell Feels Like It Too...

You've Experienced 100% of Life

You have an amazing amount of life experience. In fact, you've seen and done more than most people.
So congratulate yourself on what you've done so far. The future is only going to be more of the same!
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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Thursday's Tumble's...

...or how's that god of yours looking now.



  • Seems we had an earthquake in Peru. Death count not too bad. Lots of rubble and the like, which is standard when the earth scratches its ass. Odd though, watching the news. Some woman complaining that god and the government weren't there on spot to help her. Hmmmm. I can see the government being somewhat tardy. But god? I mean it ain't like there's a universe to keep up. Of course, I personally think god is just sitting back in his recliner, sipping a good merlot and laughing uncontrollably at our ignorance as to how this whole shabang works.

  • Another case in point would be the recent bombing over in the sandy hellhole. Seems they wiped out alot of members of some really old religious sect. Once again, the elder of the group was whining about how the troops and Allah weren't there for protection. My guess is ole Allah is sitting up there with Jehovah and Yahweh having some knee-slapping laughs in the Oak Room.

  • I could pontificate about this ad infinitum but what would be the point. I'm pretty familiar with the capriciousness of nature, both natural and human. Ain't no guarantees boys and girls. And don't expect some fairy or angel to drop down and save your ass. It ain't likely to happen. If it does, chalk it up to good luck. Now go lay down and say your prayers.



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What Is It About This...

...drug addicted, fat ass, dying when your shitting, no talent that still has people fascinated? I was born in 1953 so I have a history that encompasses his heyday. I was never impressed then, and I'm still not. I remember driving back from Raleigh after dropping my younger brother off at NC State and hearing on the radio that he died. Didn't affect me in any way, shape or form. I'd feel the same way today if Dolly Parton died; good-goddamn-riddance. I remember going to a party in the '70's where the only music the hostess played was his. I lasted about ten minutes. Now they have all these impersonators out there making a fortune and thousands of pilgrims flocking to Graceland in 100+ degree heat holding a vigil. Just don't get it. Who goes to see this shit? Love Me Tender...
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Tuesday's Thimble's...

...I'm about as tired as most hearing about the Iraq war, but one might as well accept the fact that this President isn't pulling out during his administration.



  • That being the case, I'm tired of manginas like Harry Reid trying to spin the situation as hopelessly lost. Same goes for the MSM. At least try to search for people that tell it like it is.

  • I would like to sit down with this gentleman and have about 30 beers and listen to his stories about war reporting, the Middle East and anything else he'd like to convey. He's one of the best reporters on the telly and he looks like he's seen about all there is to see.

    And this woman does the same thing. And I'd like to do the same thing with her, but throw some wild ass sex in there. But alas, ole dead dick won't allow it. So I guess I'd have to settle for "dirty" war stories.

  • There's another story out about how vitamins that women take are bad for their hearts. Maybe too much of a good thing, or something of that sort. I wish the fuck these scientists would make up their minds about shit. One day we should do one thing, another something else. I think I'll take my chances and keep doing what I do. I ain't got much to look forward to anyways so what the hell. If it doesn't kill me it will make me stronger. Right?

  • Wasn't lead paint banned like twenty years ago? So how come all these toys are coming in from China laden with it? Doesn't anyone check the shipments before they're shipped to Mattel?

  • If it was constructed by a humanoid and subjected to the forces of nature then you can bet it will eventually break. Be it a bridge, a damn, a house, a levy, a car or whatever. I don't care how sophisticated and modern you think it is, you can't fuck with time.

  • Anyone know the affects of drinking alcohol while taking Zoloft? I heard the liver might have a hard time synthesizing both. Even though my liver enzymes were good back in May when I had my physical, I sure don't wanna end up with the same issues that Bane has.



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Saturday, August 11, 2007

If You Read This Blog....


...you know I love me some big boobs. But Babs, as much as I would have loved to be a younger man and 50 pounds heavier so I might have had the chance to nestle into those Georgia Peaches, I have changed my ways.

TNT has a new series on called "Saving Grace". Holly Hunter has the lead. It ain't all that good of a program, but damned if she ain't just the hottest thing. She might even get the "dead dick" going, if QofD gave her permission. Maybe big boobs ain't what really drives the train after all. I'm still learning.
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Friday's Fancy's...

...or how I feel about some things...







  • It's been hotter than hell around here in NC this week. Over 100 for most of the week. Of course, I've never been to hell. Not yet, anyways. I'm sure my ass is heading in that direction, so this is a good primer.

    Now, of course, all the nutsack global warming fucktards are spewing their venom about how it's only going to get worse, so I did some research on my own, being the diligent blogger that I am. I won't include references in this tirade. Suffice it to say that there may be pockets of areas that may be affected by certain environmental circumstances, but the very thought that we, as humans, could somehow change the course of how the earth heats and cools itself is utter nonsense. So please, I'm BEGGING you. Stop this shit. Concentrate more on what something in the picture might do. It won't change a damned thing about the how the earth functions, but it damned sure would have have something to say about your fried ass.

  • A certain someone I know needs prayer because her Mom is dying. This is an urgent plea given the fact that there is family strife and it shouldn't be happening at this particular moment.

  • I hate taking meds. I thought the Norvasc was finally kicking in because I had three consecutive readings of 132/76, but tonight it was 158/88. Must have been a worse day than I thought. Zoloft seems to be working, however. I can expose myself without any kind of anxiety. It opens all kinds of possibilities.



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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I Was Hoping That My Luck With Women...

...was beginning to perk up, but alas, it doesn't appear to be the case.



I thought maybe if I threw away my friend and companion that I wouldn't rely on her so much and it would force me to confront reality and go find the real thing. But, no such luck. I thought, honestly, that I had a lot to offer, despite my shortcomings. I guess somewhere along the way my karma done shit the bed and I'm going to have to lower my standards if I ever want female companionship again. I guess there are worse fates awaiting me, but damn, this is getting to be more than a man can handle.




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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Tuesday's Tirade...

...with an apology for having to write about this fuckstick again.



  • Public TV was running one those summertime specials during their fund raising campaign. This shyster is apparently a big draw and they were promoting his new book. So he comes out in a black shirt and his pajama bottoms and bare feet, with a Japanese garden as the backdrop. He begins by saying how he had some revelation the day after his 65th birthday that brought to light the fact that he needed to change the direction of his life. So, he says, he told his secretary of 30 years to sell his office, all his awards, all 20,000 of his books and anything else that was left so he could embark on this newfound direction. Uh-Huh. I believed that one.

    He claims this all came about because he read Lao-Tzu's the Tao Te Ching. Just so happens I read it years ago. Never inspired my ass to go barefoot and try to scam money from people. It didn't take the most prescient of individuals to figure out where this was headed. It didn't take me long to surf on to something else. I do feel sorry for all the schmucks that get caught up in all his bullshit. A little dose of reality might do them some good.


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Sunday, August 05, 2007

Saturday's Synaptic Succulent's...

...or a few things that make me wish I didn't have any firing in my brain.




  • If you decide to travel to Europe don't start complaining about how the dollar compares to the Euro. You knew it before you went. Keep your ass at home and spend the money here. If you're in London and you spend $600 for a dinner for six that consists of hamburgers, french fries and a few drinks then I have no sympathy for you. You can get a Quarter Pounder w/Cheese for around $2.50 here. Shut your trap and stay at home.

  • If you live near the BP oil refinery that's near Lake Michigan then quit your goddamned bitching about them dumping shit in the lake. You are exposed to far worse things in your daily life than you are even aware of. You're worried about a few things that have been filtered going into the lake, yet you have no problem languishing in the sun for 8 hours, which is probably doing more harm than anything you might be exposed to in the lake. And I don't wanna hear about the drinking water. Most companies that sell bottled water have admitted that it comes from the tap. So buy a PUR filter, you cheap ass hypocrite. If they shut the refinery down you'll be toting those kids on your hip a few hundred miles to enjoy the sand because you won't be able to afford the gas.

  • I'm sorry if you were born black and poor. I didn't have anything to do with it. I was born white and lower middle-class. Shit happens. But don't start smaking off on TV about how your kids ain't got no book bags to tote their shit to school with because the local Baptist church didn't have enough to pass out to the neighborhood you live in. I attended 18 years of school and I never once used anything to carry my books other than my arm. Get off your dead ass and find a way to make the $10 it takes to buy one if you're so worried about it. But quit trying to make the rest of us feel guilty about your inability to do so.

  • I hate the fact that I have high BP and an anxiety disorder. I don't like taking prescription drugs. I took my first Zoloft today and if you combine that with a few glasses of wine(OK, more than a few) you get into quite a state. It works by increasing the amounts of serotonin, a natural substance in the brain that helps maintain mental balance, as if I was ever balanced to begin with. It keeps the serotonin on the synapse just a tad bit longer than it would normally be there. Beats the shit outta me. I'll see how things go, but my guess is I'll dump this thing in a day or two. I may have a dead dick(thank you very much QofD, but it was alive and well this morning. Just no where for it to roam) and cancer but I'd still rather feel normal.

  • When my Dad died I got a tattoo of the Alpha and Omega on my left arm. Keeps me connected. I also got my ear re-pierced. I had it done originally about 20 years ago. I took it out today. After watching some bimbo-bitches dad that had one. And he was probably ten years younger than me. It looked idiotic. I'd keep it if I was in my twenties. But I'm not. Big surprise. But the tattoo, it stays. For reasons you would never understand.

  • The biggest complaint the "former" wife had(I've been told that I shouldn't use "ex" because she isn't a convict) was that we didn't do anything. We did a lot of things until the youngin's came along. Then I thought it was time to tone it down. We still had people over for dinner, went out when we could and basically led the parents with kids life. It wasn't enough. After we got sued by our former landlord, after we had moved into our house, she joined a country club. It wasn't. It was a building that served food and had a pool. So we'd go have dinner a few times a month at said clubhouse and take the kids to the pool on weekends. Most of the people there were like us. Middle-Class, a few kids in tow. But we never saw them eating there. It was all a ruse, IMHO.

    But, I didn't last long after that. She married some VP with PNG that liked to fuck her in the ass. I knew this woman. She wouldn't open her pussy, much less her butt. She went on a two week cruise and said she never took a shit because she would have been embarrassed and didn't want him to smell it in the cabin. Say what? Anyways, that lasted less than six months. There have been others. All experienced the same fate.

    My point is that if, and when, I reach the pearly gates, which I don't believe in to begin with, I can honestly say that my life wasn't all about having fun. I knew what was needed and how to do it. And if it meant that I sacrificed some of the things I wanted to do, then so be it. Nuff said.
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    Thursday, August 02, 2007

    Thursday's Thoughts...

    ...As much as my heart goes out to the people in Minneapolis affected by this, it just reiterates the capriciousness we are subjected to every minute of everyday.



    • We put our lives in the hands of the government, fellow drivers, our neighbors and our family members. And in an instant, through no fault of our own, something completely out of left field comes along and changes things forever. We've all seen it at one time or another, to varying degrees.

      But in the long run, in this instance anyways, it all comes down to money and convenience. The drivers whom traversed that section of the interstate probably wouldn't have had the patience to put up with repairs and the state and federal government probably didn't have the money to fix it. So it ended up the way it did. Which is why, I suppose, we have that built-in something, whatever it is, that convinces us that no matter what, everything will be OK. I'm sure no one crossing that bridge last night thought it would end up in the river. After all, they'd crossed it thousands of times. Which is why I always expect the unexpected and never really trust anyone. It wouldn't have helped my ass much had I been on the bridge. But it wouldn't have surprised me. The Grim Reaper loves capriciousness. And, of course, we will now have everyone questioning all bridges and people getting all paranoid and shit. And to just add fuel to that fire, a report came out today that said that 72,983 bridges in America had a worse rating than the one that collapsed. Give ya pause?

      But I must admit, in my perverse thinking, I kinda feel like George Carlin would when a tragedy occurs. Only 4 dead? Come on, this is supposed to be a disaster. Four dead doesn't qualify as a disaster. Let's up the body count.

    • I have another bone to pick with the medical profession. I went to the GP this morning. He had no recollection and no record of my anaphylaxis, even though he saw me initially, no idea that he and I agreed that I not take two of the medications that he prescribed and wondered how I was doing on said BP medicine that triggered the event. I understand there are good and bad MD's, and that they see a lot of patients and don't have time to study the records of everyone, but when it reaches the point where I have to recommend the next course of drugs I should be on, then I have some serious issues. That's right, I recommended he put me on Norvasc for the BP and Zoloft for the anxiety. He heartily agreed. Can I send him a bill, ya reckon?

    • I'm getting kind of sick of all these white teeth on TV. They are blinding!! Anyone that thinks those chiclets are anything other than a very expensive trip to the dentist are sorely delusional. I'm all for dental health, though I haven't been since my petite little dentist tried to pull a broken wisdom tooth which laid me up for a week after an oral surgeon had to clean up the mess and the ensuing infection that occurred. I now clean my own with purchased dental instruments, along with gargling with Listerine and Hydrogen Peroxide every day and brushing with a SoniCare and baking soda. I don't seem to offend anyone and I also brush my tongue for 30 seconds twice a day. I'll be the first to admit that those suckers ain't lily white, but for a smoker and red wine drinker, I've seen worse, by far.

    • Ya see this wicked little bitch? I was anticipating my schedule this week so while at the market earlier I picked this up thinking it would be simple and healthy. I usually bring my own lunch but when I buy a boxed one I'll check fat content, etc. Not that I need to for weight reasons, but for the obvious other ones. I failed to do so with this one. I was floored when I went to put it in the microwave today. It contained 33% of the daily fat allowance. Now this little piece of shit ain't no bigger than my hand and only has a few pieces of chicken on some sort of bread. How in the hell can that be? The so-called bread must be made of some sort of mysterious fat laden product that was developed by the MD's that do gastric bypass surgery. And it tasted like, well, a few pieces of chicken on some cardboard. So I ordered a pizza tonight. If some dipshit company is gonna pull the wool over my eye and flood my system with fat I didn't ask for I'm going to contribute to my own demise by eating something I enjoy.

    posted by GalacticallyStupid at 11:06 PM Your Galactically Stupid Two Cents 0 links to this post

    Wednesday's...

    ...what the fuck's.




    • There are times when I wonder why I really give a shit about anything. I worked my ass off for almost a month to make sure that we would meet a deadline and I accomplished everything. So the deadline should have been met. Was it, you ask? Nooooooooooooooo!!! At the last minute a change was made that required me to redo everything I had done, and to do it in two days. Did I get it done, you ask? Of course. I finished today at 1:00PM. Will it make a difference? Not unless everyone else gets their heads out of their asses. I come home exhausted wondering WTF!! Why am I busting my ass at 54 years of age. I'm exhausted, I don't sleep worth a shit because I dream about work. Too damned many demons.

    • There's some guy down in the Florida keys that determined that ALL the coral in said waters was dying and almost extinct. So he and his daughter figured out a way to glue some sort of coral to cinder blocks and get it to grow. They made it a 4-H project. I thought 4-H dealt with farm animals and such. Why would I care? I don't. This chump claims the coral is disappearing because of global warming and the increase in water temps. Makes me wonder what the hell they think is going to happen 20 years from now. When will people realize you ain't gonna fuck with the universe. It might fuck with you. It's been busily rolling along doing what it does, as it's supposed to. For some reason people have this notion in their head that they can reverse all that ails the planet in the course of a few years. As if none of the current problems haven't happened in the past billion some odd years. Just let the power that set this whole thing in motion take care of things. I trust a helluva lot more than I'll ever trust your ass.

    • I'm about to give up on the medical profession. I have good health insurance. It covers me and the boys. Our premiums are going down next year, which doesn't happen very often. But my dermatologist has decided to quit doing all things related to dermatology and concentrate on MOH's surgery. If ya don't know what it is, look it up. So I call their office the other day to make an appointment to get some basal cells biopsied. Sorry, they say. We don't do that any longer. You'll have to find ANOTHER dermatologist to do the biopsies and then get them to refer you to us. SAY WHAT? You've been my doctors for over six years. Now you aren't? That's correct. It's hard enough for me to get up the fortitude to go to an MD, much less look for another once I find one I like. I may just get a full carton of Franzia, some new razor blades, some popsicle sticks to grit on and do it my own damned self.




    posted by GalacticallyStupid at 12:04 AM Your Galactically Stupid Two Cents 2 links to this post