Okay, so I weighed in on the whole delegate thing early this year when they were fucking over my vote. Today is when the chickens come home to roost. Today is the day when the Democratic Party's Rules and Bylaws Committee makes a decision on whether to seat the delegates from Florida and Michigan. I must say it made for some interesting TV on CNN and C-SPAN.
Needless to say the Dems in charge for the most part fucked things up royally. And then they likely hoped it wouldn't be an issue since they thought things might be decided by now. Oh how they are wrong! Barack is winning and Hillary ain't quitting. To say it is a mess is somewhat of an understatement. What is at stake in Michigan is what is the best way to
not minimize fucking over the Michigan voters. Because until the national election begins and we get a chance to cast a vote that is meaningful at the time it is cast, fucked over we shall remain.
The synopsis of the hearing for Michigan is here.
I guess my favorite part was when The wonderful senior Senator from Michigan, The Honorable Carl Levin, verbally bitch slapped the RBC for starting this whole mess. Basically he said that the problems came about when New Hampshire decided not to follow the new rules and moved their own primary up without penalty. Which inspired similar moves by Florida and then Michigan in protest. Which led to the unseating of delegates. Which led to the popular notion that the primary results would be meaningless in nominating the candidate. Which led to folk removing themselves from the ballot and not campaigning for votes. Which led to an extremely flawed election in Michigan. So flawed in fact that everyone has created their own fiction about "what would have happened". And he basically said that a compromise needed to be made between the two opposing candidate's positions for unity's sake. Then he challenged the RBC to come up with a better solution if they didn't like his. I doubt they will.
The only good solution is a redo. Of course the taxpayers here in Michigan don't feel that it is a worthy project for state funding, a second time. Of course I don't see the RBC getting party leaders to help foot the bill for a bunch of people's bad judgment. So what I am saying on that is, there won't be a good solution.
But it WAS good TV!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Okay, so I weighed in on the whole delegate thing early this year when they were fucking over my vote. Today is when the chickens come home to roost. Today is the day when the Democratic Party's Rules and Bylaws Committee makes a decision on whether to seat the delegates from Florida and Michigan. I must say it made for some interesting TV on CNN and C-SPAN.
Friday, May 30, 2008
I been "cussing since the age of talk". Hey! I learned early from older neighbors who were very accomplished at it themselves. I saw one of them a couple of days ago. I guess it is why I thought to mention this. I forget if The Wife or Mom coined the phrase though...
EDIT: It was The Wife who coined the phrase...
My wife has some very interesting stories about me farting that she LOVES to tell. So of course on some selfish level, I hope none of you ever meet her! But then again, them shits is funny as hell so I guess I wouldn't mind too much.
I hate things outta place. I ain't saying I am a neat freak. Cause my shyt look blasted often. And I never injured myself trying to clean anything. But once something finds itself a place in my house, I expect that shyt to stay there until needed!!!!
I have a different drinking vessel for each type of beverage. Yes that is right.
- I have a coffee mug.
- I have a tea mug.
- I have a pop cup (and no I DO NOT MEAN SODA).
- I have two water jugs (half gallon), one repping my beloved Pistons.
- 2.5 52-Ounce 7-Eleven cups, was four (Old racing is broken inside, new racing walked off, one went to dad...okay five), one for Slurpees and the other for fountain drinks.
- I have two other cups in semi-retirement. Mostly because of the metal interior or exterior that prevents them from being used in a microwave.
I am a pack rat to a certain extent. I tend to keep things that may have some value at some point in the future. Kinda quirky since I seem to have a good sense for what ain't junk. Hey, you never know when you need to niggarig something. Gotta get my MacGyver on at times. I saved a piece of electronic equipment from a broken kids toy and now I have a headset for my cordless phone which allows me to chat and blog at the same time. My wife however throws stuff away like she got a trust fund or something. She has thrown away several good housewares because washing them was too monumental a task. How do we manage to live together?
I love me some housewares. Yep. I like plates and mugs and flatware. But get me to some glasses! Man! Especially bar glasses. I stand there envisioning all the wonderful drukenness that can be had with THAT set! And I pretty much got the next kitchen picked out. All KitchenAid. I just gotta get a kitchen so that I know what color to get it all in...
I never really learned yard work until I was almost 30. Still kinda suck at it. But the first time I lived in a house occupied by the owner was just before my 28th birthday. And it was mid winter when I signed the papers and moved in. So my 28th birthday had come and gone six weeks before the grass needed tending. Something to be said for apartments and townhouses up until then...
I can only watch MTV in the middle of the night. That seems to be the only time when anyone interesting has a video on the air. Or anybody have a video on the air. In fact, lemme consult the TV Guide for a sec... Uh... Nevamind. Scratch that. It seems that you won't find one even then. I think I only saw one or two hours of music videos scheduled for the next 48 hours on Music Television. Go figure. So when are they gonna change the name to RTV? The seem to have more reality shows than anyone else! When did that happen? And what the hell is the world coming to?
The Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon soundtrack is still one of the best I have ever enjoyed. Very relaxing. I have slept well many a night with that on the CD player. Some of those nights didn't even require me to get all sweaty and spent first...
I am definitely Old School and definitely not Hip-Hop. I can't really even define Hip-Hop. But then I haven't really heard anyone else come up with a clear definition of it either. But I know it ain't me. Why? Because Earth, Wind & Fire, The Isley Brothers, Marvin Gaye, The Stylistics, The Spinners and the many others who make up my music collection are most definitely NOT Hip-Hop. Although I do enjoy a little here and there. But you must also remember this about me...
I was an 80's white boy! During the formative and growth years of Hip-Hop, I was listening to the white cats. Mostly.
Did Erykah Badu hook any of you like she got me? I thought On and On was just too strange and out there and cool to be merely background music played ad nauseum on some radio station's hot 20 rotation.
Y'all remember this? I think this is still one of the funniest damn things I have heard on a sound recording that wasn't on a black comedy album.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
A request has been made that my old avatar make a triumphant return. Who am I to say no to her? I have returned to the panel to the right. At least until I can get the right really shadowy picture of me done...
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
A hearty fuck you goes to me every time I blame the world for my shortcomings that I have so far refused to fix. Fuck you nucca and fix some shyt already!!!!
An extremely stiff middle finger goes to any in-laws and anyone else in the world at large who for some strange reason thought that the kids that I raised would turn out to be criminals. They were wrong because the "golden child" struck first. Not only was it insulting to the kids directly, but indirectly insulting to me and The Wife's parenting skills. Fuck you all for thinking that I when I walked around with a foot up somebody's ass, it was all for show...
The thunderbird goes to the girl child who made an extremely selfish decision that pretty much fucked up everything for everybody who could be affected by that decision. I hope you can FINALLY smell what I been cooking all this time! It ain't about YOU! Now get ya head outta ya ass and let some synapses fire already! Fuck you for fucking up by mistake on purpose!
Get the midda fanga and eat a dick to all the muthafukkas who assume that I was put on this planet to serve or service their asses without special circumstances. Wives and mothers of course ARE special circumstances and to different degrees and in different ways usually deserve to be exceptions. Aside from those... I can't do nuttin' for you man! I'm busy trying to do for me! Get ya lazy bastid ass up and make that shyt happen for you! Fuck yous dammit!
The three knuckle bird goes to any muthafukka who thinks I am inferior. I... hell I ain't gotta say no more on that! Fuck you until you shit stops stinking...
A two handed single finger salute goes to everybody who is profiting from these ridiculous fossil fuel prices. I mean a 20 cent jump in a week? When exactly isn't that shyt price gouging on SOME level and at how many levels in that particular food chain? Are the ones running the wells simply being greedy bastards or are they trying to tell us in a round about way that the shyt is running out and we need to find different solutions? Pretty soon a gallon of gas will cost more than the minimum wage. Won't that be some shyt? Fuck you greedy muthafukkas!
The finger and a cork goes to my dog. That rotten muthafukka just let out an SBD on me and didn't even say shit. Caught me with my mouth open and shyt too. Fuck you ya damn death smelling gut having frickin' animal!
Tha Finga, the middle from slightly more than half the country's voters who turned out to be a minority. And a hearty verbal fuck you to the GWB machine that stole an election. And fuck you chad in all of your different varieties. And fuck September 11, 2001. And fuck the war on terror that didn't find shit in Afghanistan. And fuck those weapons of mass destruction, even if they weren't there. And fuck liberating Iraq. And fuck gay marriages and other assorted election year trickery. And fuck anybody who ever voted for his ass, I hope you are happy looking for work now. I guess I could have kept this short by saying fuck every puff of smoke an every shard of mirror that resulted in his time in office. But fuck that short shit!
And fuck keeping this post from being published for a second longer. I will just have to do another when my finger feels like being used...
Update: Thanks to Ms Behaving for the wonderful graphic...
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I mentioned before the idea of me having a blog harem. And what real guy wouldn't want a bevy of smart, charming and wonderful beauties around him? Can't speak for anybody else but I know I do! Hell if Flavor Flav's tragic ass can do it why not me? Then again, I have seen what been in his house. I gotta step the game up a bit. Can't have no trash up in the harem you know!
Those who made this list have either spent much time with me and I can't leave alone, have shown me much luv, or have made my Best of the Best posts (and still blog on occasion).
So here is the list of my best girls:
The Most Special One...
She Who Shall Not Be Named - Because for some reason she don't want one! But she has many other names. Lurkus Maxima. MissWhoopABitch. Xena, The Warrior Wife. But most of you know of her by The Wife. Even though she don't blog and don't comment (here) she still makes the list...
My Everyday Hotties...
Opinionated Diva - I just luh her to pieces!!!! I mean she is just so Diva! I couldn't leave her off anyway because she is like the blog wife anyway. You know, nagging, side eyeing, coming by all the time, having my back and such...
I Am J - No nonsense, especially when dealing with teenageness. That gun thing I find alluring too. Nothing like ya girl being able to protect ya back! Besides having a spare clip around in a pinch is cool too...
Queen Of My Castle - Did you see that T-shirt? Do you hear the things she says to me? See look: "...I want my mounds in your hands, your mouth on my peaks..." Where is my fan? I'm just sayin'...
Ms. Behaving - Just too much. Such a sense of humor. And keeps me on my toes. And my Skrait Razor on sharp. And I can call her granny...
Ladylee - Did I happen to mention how attractive a brainy chick with an idea of what a kitchen is for and handy with her hands is? Heck vacuuming in pearls may make her an even better package! Now if I can just get past her looking like a cartoon character all the time...
Those whose real lives are intruding on their blog lives...
Nikki Indigo - Her name should be MakeYouHorny. I think I am having a moment right now... Don't act like you ain't been by there! Somehow she can take a dude's virginity just from blogging!
Deepnthought - Heart of gold, bat of oak and a butt just big enough to get stuck in a window. Even if she does insist that it was because of the clothes stuffed down her sweats.
There are some others I have my eye on but we ain't had that "date" time yet. So I of course will revisit after I have had an adequate amount of time with each of them. Although there is one or two who would have made this cut but I ain't been feeling the luv. So I am going visiting. See y'all in the comment sections!
Friday, May 23, 2008
I might start getting a little paranoid now.
I know I have had my troubles with inspiration but dang! I get my blog log together and start keeping up and folk start falling by the wayside or clean up and disappearing! Why? Is it something I said?
Is it wrong of me to imagine myself nearly delirious if I was to win a huge jackpot? I know money doesn't fix all problems. But then again I am broke as hell. A large chunk of cash will solve about 95% of them sumbitches! Then of course I would spend my days doing much the same as now... But without the stress...
Why did I just watch Ne-Yo on AMC and then come here and find out that his mom is best buds with one of my cousins? Some strange coinkidink shyt right there! What makes it really funny is that I was just saying to Mom that "I don't hate that song..."
I am getting confused by TV these days. First season, second season, short season, aborted seasons. Network shows now premiering new episodes on cable channels. Most of the VERY few shows I would watch have either been cancelled, are in their last season, were put on hiatus for the season or got so damn convoluted that they weren't worth watching. Yet idiot ass TV like Survivor and (insert name of foolery here) of Love are going strong and spawning more and more idiotic shows just like them. Can I get some drama that ain't "so called "reality""?
I am considering giving up making plans. It seems that whenever I make a plan, something comes along to fuck that right up! It is getting to the point that I feel like I am in a movie. Clash Of The Titans to be specific. You know where Perseus is followed and interfered with by (seemingly) all of Mount Olympus! Yeah, kinda like that... Although winging it ain't my style, it may actually prove to be a beneficial way of doing things.
Oh yeah. And I am considering moving from Blogger to Wordpress. Now if only their themes didn't suck so much. At least the ones I haven't SEEN taken yet...
Edit: Pistons RULE, Celtics DROOL!!!!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I never wanted to be a gynecologist. Why do you ask? I asked myself the same good question. I mean why wouldn't a red blooded, healthy, heterosexual, young, man whore like myself not enjoy gazing into The Gates Of Heaven all day long? Why indeed... Because I do like gazing into The Gates Of Heaven. And I like passing through those gates into that heavenly place. Why? Obviously because I am not gay and a man whore. Why else? You even paying attention?
And the added bonus is that you get to peer into several different gates all in one day! I could even give you a blog version of my day but my real wife or my blog wife would have something to say about that. And I don't need that drama. But needless to say, a wide variety.
There are TWO reasons that it would be the job from hell for me.
- Women tend to go see the "woman doctor" for regular checkups and such. And that would be good to get regular visits from your favorite ... patients... Especially the ones that wax... BUT! often you would get those who come in ... um... unexpectedly. Even worse without an appointment. You know, those ones who are having issues with their stuff? And those really bad cases would be the worst. Without getting too graphic, it is like having a nice thick juicy prime rib with baked potato, sauteed onions and mushrooms, horseradish dip, and all the other fixins to boot and have maggots crawling all over the everything. Would you wanna eat that. Me either. Neither of them! That is the kinda vision that would put a brotha off of eating steak/pussy for good. Might make you give it up totally!!!!
- Overexposure tends to desensitize the senses and (horror) the libido. All I know is the first time my face is close enough to some (healthy) poonanny to smell it and my dick does not get hard, my life will officially be over and done with.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
BREAKING NEWS!!!! This just in...
(Dang, looks like y'all get a bonus post today...)
Yes siree! it is a done deal! This little sumbitch is officially KIA!
I will have to give it to him he did have some superior Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape skills. I must give him (or her, don't really care which!) a nod of respect for that. But in the end this one's S.E.R.E. instructor neglected to mention the fact that arrogance, overconfidence and sloppiness gets you killed when up against a patient and crafty opponent. This one failed to maintain a stealthy movement profile when in close contact with the enemy. So Feivel got got! By a mesh refuse container and two black t-shirt bags... And a lot of water!
Let them know who you ran up against. Who got you. In fact, show them a picture...
Funeral services were held at my garbage can outside. Internment will be at the Detroit Incinerator, where he will join many friends and relatives who have previously left this august institution...
That is all!
I had the urge to blog, but nothing in particular to write about. How's that for an oxymoron?
That ain't unordinary in blogworld. You just have enough awareness to mention that you do it...
I think this is one of those times where I'm just going to write about random things I think about and wonder if anyone else does too. Here goes...
You must not have read all of my friends to the right. Some of them are quite good at it too!
Why do people not use their turn signals correctly? They just drive, slow down, turn and expect us to know that's what they are going to do. That really irks me to no end.
In Michigan we get a different spin on it. See the asshole in question starts out directly behind you, changes lanes and speeds past you. Then changes lanes back in front of you. Just to make a left turn. Known as the Michiganander Left. Not to be confused with the Michigan U.
Why do white people feel the need to hook up the only two black people they know?
Because they don't want you two black folk bringing your obvious sexual supremacy in front of the white meat they have their eyes on...
I watched a young lady buy a $319 pair of jeans the other day. Would you?
Only if there is an LCD TV in the ass. And then I would put them on a hanger and hook them up to cable. Cause wearing them would be much like putting four TV monitors and a DVD player in a 1985 Caprice Classic. YES that dumb shit is common here in the City/Country.
Don't you hate it when you see someone, and you know they see you but try to act like they don't?
Only if I was trying to talk to them at the time. But usually if they are doing it then I am trying even harder to not see them.
Does anyone besides me miss Inspector Gadget? Martin? New York Undercover?
Funny that you mentioned Inspector Gadget. I am listening to The Show as I type this. Weird!!!! Still get the other two in reruns. Martin got stupid near the end. In fact NYU did too after they killed off half the cops...
Did anyone (besides me) eat Bonkers when they were a kid?? Man, I used to love those things!
I had to go to Google to remember what you are referring to. But I had them once or twice... Sigh... candy...
Are you going green? It's all the rage right now.
Nah. Usually I start to go blonde around this time of year...
It cost me $47 to fill up my Toyota Corolla last week. That's a problem.
The last time I drove my car I got pissed that it cost $25 to do the same thing...I gotta get out more. But then again, I can't afford it.
Why is it that people often won't do in return what you are willing to do for them without question?
Did Jay & B really get married?
Still SMDH myself... Mariah and Nick too.
How come our audio is often not linked up with our video? (In other words, why do we say one thing and do another?)
Too many kung fu movies as kids trained us to be synced badly.
Do you ever wonder if people speaking another language are really talking about you?
Often. But if they are fuck them! Talking is all they better think of doing!
Charlie Murphy once said on an episode of Dave Chapelle, "even when slapping was fashionable..." Was slapping ever fashionable?
I imagaine it happened at sometime in Dave Chapelle world...
Do you love like it's never going to hurt...even when it does?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I have heard a lot of women brag about how good the stuff is. I am usually one to agree with them since I am a firm believer in what my daddy told me. "All putty is good putty. If you see one sitting on top of a garbage can then even she didn't want it. Aside from that, putty is good" Yeah, I know. But you gotta meet Dad to truly appreciate the comment.
But! There is one issue. That issue of HOW good it is. If I ask and you say it is good then I believe you without reservation. If I ask and you say it is "The Bomb" or "The best you are likely to have" or "Tha shyt" then you are likely to generate my Spock eyebrow. Not that I have anything against a woman being confident of her ability to make me feel positively wonderful. But... I will just say it. Some leave a little doubt in my mind. Then I want some evidence that the claim could even be partially true. I ain't saying that average is a bad thing. Average in this particular field is awesome. But claiming to be better than The Queen or The Diva or Stella's best bud, well that takes some stones.
I am gonna need some proof. Cause you keep telling me this and telling me that. You say once I'm with you, I'll never go back. You say there is a lesson you wanna teach. Well here I am baby, Practice What You Preach! And short of wowing me sweaty style, the only way you are gonna get the Spock brow down is to provide:
- Video. Might be acting. Might not. But I would tend to believe what I see if it ain't an obvious porno job.
- Testimonials. Having a couple of brothas (or othas) say that you sitting on something better than platinum might do something towards easing my doubts.
- Samples. Nothing is better than first hand experience. Even if it ain't but for 30 seconds.
- Kids. Yeah, kids. Pussy that has not dropped a kid is untested. That is the way I see it. Because I know if you are an honoree on Mother's Day then you have made SOMEBODY cum his ass off all up in ya! Which means that I have a good chance of doing the same thing! So all you MILFs have a definite advantage when all other things are equal. unequivocal, undeniable proof that you can get me done!
Monday, May 19, 2008
"There's no telling when I'm down for a jack move!!!!"
As you can plainly see...
So I am gonna spin this one for you.
I curse a lot more on the blog than I do in person. (Nah! the other way around for me... "cussin' since the age of talk" as mom says...) Sometimes when I’m writing, I just feel like shit, fuck, bitch, etc truly does emphasize my mood on paper, in person you have the added advantage of seeing my facial expressions, erratic hand movements, so
it’s not nearly as necessary I guess you get the full effect. Unless I’m usually totally relaxed with you, then it’s no holds barred and I’m unapologetically cursing like a mf gd sailor just because *shrugging* I’m so very experienced at it. such an effing lady who likes to curse.
I think I channel my inner
sha-nay-nay sailor on the blog, but your first impression of me in person is probably going to be that you think I’m slightly boughie and somewhat stuck up. I can appear standoffish at times. I guess people who aren't constantly running off at the mouth intimidate people for some reason... My sister says it’s It could be my body language…the way I hold my head to the side, arch an eyebrow…that thing I do with my eyes…like I’m judging. Whatever. I never want to make anyone feel like I think they’re beneath me, but sometimes my eyes witness some fuckery, and I can’t help looking at someone like they must be out of their got damn mind. See…there’s the cursing again. I’m just not great at hiding what I’m thinking…is what I’m trying to say.
Patience is not one of my virtues when dealing with stupidity, but I think I have more patience in real life than I convey on the blog, which is understandable since a lot of my posts are rants about something that really annoyed the hell out of me. I should probably write more about the normal stuff in my life, but normal is boring. I know there are plenty of people who enjoy writing about boring things (gag)…that is not something I want to do.
I can’t think of any other ways that I might be different (but I did throw this post together in under ten minutes(Yeah, it took me about that long to revise it too...))…so I think that’s it.
Wait...one more. I think I'm much more revealing on the blog than I am in person. Okay... I know I am.
How are you different (if at all)?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Has stalking gone high tech? I am not talking about a Chester hanging out in chat rooms trying to lure loose moraled teens into hell. I don't mean Robert Downey Jr.'s latest "ultra fan". No. I mean High tech stalking gone network style!
If you a baller, you betta watch ya ass! The groupies have formed a club and they got surveillance on your ass! Check out Baller Alert! What is it? Well hear it from their mouths...
Introducing BALLER ALERT: The Ultimate New Nightlife based Text Service That lets you know what celebrities are where so you can get there! If you think it’s all about the Paparazzi you haven’t met the textarazzi.
Dang. I wasn't ready for this...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
While doing some reading recently I ran across the pitfalls of cloning. Basically the whole overarching story was that these beings were created as a product and were made to fulfill a need. Yet they were never thought of as people. Not really thought of as flesh and blood creatures because the were born to a test tube and an incubation chamber. Not really people because they were created to combat something that was also a creation.
I found that attitude a bit sobering. I started to think about how this attitude was very similar to the way slaves were treated in the past. Then I stopped thinking about the past. I thought about the present. That attitude is still prevalent in society today. In fact it isn't even limited to a certain group anymore. I am even guilty of it.
People are defined by their roles as objects. At least that is my point of view at times. And maybe it is just me. I am a northerner, the snow makes us mean... But I find myself thinking of people by the what and not the who. The UPS man, the mailman, the police officer, the doctor, the checkout lady, the stock dude, the lawyer, the judge, Paris Hilton. See. A whole list of people who are not people. And if you think I am wrong then tell me how much you care about Paris Hilton's feelings. She may be a wonderful, caring, human being who is caught up in being a persona. I mean she could be but...
Anyway, think about all of the times you actually interact with someone who passes by your life. Not the ones you know or interact with on a regular basis. I am talking about the ones who fill a role or come by once and are gone forever. Do you tend to think of the person you met or their persona?
It is especially true here in Blogland. To various degrees we all strive for both. Due to the relative anonymity we tend to portray a persona when blogging in general. But sometimes the posting gets very personal and reveals that which only our loved ones see in reality. Then the person tends to come out.
How often do you see the person?
How often are you seen as a person?
Friday, May 16, 2008
I’ve been looking for a meme to do for awhile and I finally found one that didn’t seem like a popularity whore high school girl or closet case emo boy wrote. I got this from Freaky Deaky's blog and jacked it wholesale. He stumbled on this from Southern Gal’s blog who stumbled upon it on another blog.
TEN random things about me:
*I’m a misanthrope. One who hates or mistrusts humankind. Hmm... Okay, i find myself doing that sometimes too...
*I don’t like getting my hands dirty. And especially not greasy.
*I can build computers.
*I’m better at solving hardware problems with your computer than I am with software issues. I'm 50/50 with that...
*I’m sipping on pink lemonade as I answer this meme. See that would be good if it has some of that citrus vodka in it too!
*When I was younger some “experts” thought I might be autistic, partially deaf, or something else. Really? All I managed was to get kidnapped...
*I’m a homebody and prefer being indoors.
*Between the ages of 2-5 years old I rarely spoke to anyone unless I absolutely had to. In fact I still do at times...
*People are often surprised at how soft spoken I am.
*I’m a nonconformist sometimes.
NINE ways to win my heart:
*Compliment me (regularly) without me having to compliment you first.
*Do nice things for me out of the blue.
*Seduce me (physically and mentally).
*Make me laugh.
*Be a good kisser.
*Wear cute panties.
*Dress slutty for me.
*Random acts of affection.
Can't argue with that list. Onward...
EIGHT things I want to do before I die:
*Become a father. Of ones that look like me.
*Learn how to be a cracker and hacker.
*Fuck a woman of every nationality. This was on my list BEFORE becoming a husband.
*Write a novel. Yeah! The Tales of Force Commander...
*Write a screenplay. Or direct/produce the movie version of the above novel.
*Visit all 50 states and the other continents. Hopefully by motorcycle.
*Fly a plane. Since I won't be realizing that dream of being a naval aviator, I will settle for a P-51 Mustang. From Roush or course...
*Win the lotto. And I mean REALLY big!
SEVEN ways to annoy me:
*Not giving me your undivided attention.
*Making me constantly repeat myself.
*Inflicting your entertainment on me!
*Smothering me/not giving me space when I need it.
*Borrowing stuff without permission and without returning it. I think it is called stealing...
*Not returning stuff in the condition I gave it to you when you borrowed it.
*Being a pussy ass lurker, scary bitch ass lurker, dick sucking punk ass pillow biting lurker (oh wait they’re all lurkers so there really is no difference) lurking on my blog. I was prepared to change this one but it was so well said...
SIX things I believe in:
*Everybody has a price.
*Respect is something that everyone deserves but many don't know how to give it to get it.
*Actions and words are equally important. But only if your word actually means something...
*Ass, cash, or gas nobody rides for free.
*Any woman who hides behind outdated, traditional gender roles isn’t worth my time or energy.
*A good relationship is like a mirror, you get out of it what you put into it.
FIVE things I’m afraid of:
*Losing my favorite people any time soon.
*Having nothing to live for.
*The decline of my health.
*Not making a difference.
*Not being able to control the darkness and anger inside of me. Oh... I see you read the Slughurler posts...
FOUR of my favorite things:
*Holding The Wife
*Going to the movies.
THREE things I do everyday:
*Blog, read or write
TWO things I want to do right now:
*Paint someone’s insides. I think she knows who she is!
*Get out of the house. And on a spanky brand new YZF-R6. Or in my spanky brand old Mustang.
ONE person I want to see right now:
You should know by now that I think you’re all funny acting so I’m not tagging anybody. I dont' think y'all funny acting. But those I would tag are already showing signs of permanent hand prints. And this shyt was hard enough WITH the help. I wouldn't make anyone feel obligated. If you do this on your own though...
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Lemme ask you a question.
If you rolled up on the hot tub and found it occupied by
And this chick
And this chick
(see I told you there were big boobed asian chicks!)
And these chicks
With these items nearby
Would you find that Dyssturbing?
Okay Ms. B, here is the rest of the story. I have this nosey neighbor who seems to spend a bit of time "monitoring" other people's situations. Normally I wouldn't consider that a bad thing. Especially when my answer to "you nosey" is "I call it situational awareness, you gotta know when the hell to duck!"
But it seems that a good portion of her ire is directed toward where I live. Not saying she don't have ammo but dang! I know they noisy and ghetto and messy. I know because I complain to them all the time! But why do she got the Detroit Police on speed dial? I mean aside from the noise (which it seems she never calls them on...) they keep it mostly confined to this property. Yet for some reason she feels the need to mind folks business over here.
And why she gotta call the popo on the kids when they just wanna play basketball instead of being in "bored" and causing trouble. She done got about five or six of those portable basketball rims taken by the police. And the kids weren't even near here property. My thing is that if they are ballin' then I can see their asses and know I am safe. One time she did that a couple of days before school. The kids were pissed. And since they were bored AND pissed of course you know mischief followed. So at some point after the police left (yet again) with the basket ball rim, a large brick invited itself into her living room. Via her plate glass window. I guess somebody was trying to deliver a message.
At the same time we were doing the last minute school shopping. So we were three or four cities away at the time. When we came home we noticed a guy putting up some big ass pieces of wood over her window. So we are scratching out heads while unloading bags. Then the teens hanging out let us in on what happened while we were gone. It was a LOL SMDH moment since we all KNEW something like that would happen eventually.
Jump to a week later. My wife gets a letter addressed to her from an insurance company she never did business with. She opens the mail to find out that the insurance company was planning on filing charges/a claim AGAINST OUR SON for the broken window! Which naturally sent her into a tizzy! Especially since you already know we were three cities away at the time of the incident in question.
I managed to get her to calm down while simultaneously getting myself suitably spun up. (I start calm and work up...) We discussed strategy and tactics. Thought about which other windows wanted to join the first one. And thought about which of her attorney friends would most like to earn some extra coin from the lawsuit we were about to file. That lightened the mood somewhat.
Before talking to her friends, we decided to call the insurance company to ask what was their major malfunction before the litigation began. It seems that the insurance adjuster assumed that Mister was involved because his FIRST name was given to the investigator by some unrevealed witness. They backed into a connection to The Wife somehow and bam, the letter. She then promtly informed them that
- We were not in the city at the time of the incident.
- She has corroborating witnesses as to times and locations of the accused.
- She had paper documentation (receipts) with those times and dates (school shopping, remember?)
- There was no police report that said HER child was the person of interest since the first name but not the last name were correct.
- The police did not question anyone at the house about the incident.
- It was strange they would try to get money out of her with NO proof that would stand up in court.
- That she was gonna sue that woman right out of her damn house for stalking and bearing false witness (yeah, I know, but it is dramatic license...)
- And most important, that her attorneys were gonna get WELL paid from digging into the insurance company's DEEP pockets for such fuckery. (And you know if the attorneys get well paid, you get paid even better!)
Mom is outta the hospital and back home. Getting all spoiled and such. GOOD coffee on a regular basis. HOME cooked meals. Finally got that rib she been wanting. And home made macaroni and cheese. I can tuck that recipe into my belt now. And her blood pressure is trying to run normal. Half a million pills, but trying at normal. She does need to learn to trust in her assistance because for some reason she wants to put the good arm right where it will cause the most problems. But okay nonetheless.
The dog is currently desperately trying to get the potato chip I just threw at him. Look at him go! I would attach video but I can't get it off of my phone at the present. I think he is finally realizing that a clean floor = full bowls. And that outside is better than inside. And that if he HASN'T already used the bathroom he gets to go OUT. Of course he did have a bad couple of days. I swear it seemed like he ate a whole pack of tube socks or something. Three days straight he managed to have me standing around while he passed yet another sock. And then he spent the next day alternately puking and crapping all over the floor. I do wonder if he managed to have gained enough sense to not eat clothing, unless the burglar is still in them of course...
Not much is new in the hood. The nosey old chick is still stalking the kids and calling the po-po on everybody she can. You would think she learned after having that brick invite itself into her living room through the plate glass window and then accusing my son of the crime and having my wife (paralegal) threaten to sue her insurance company and her ass out of her property. We were of course three cities away when that shyt happened. Folk still stripping houses like crazy. Somehow the one that was nothing but shell managed to catch on fire. Who... I mean how I don't know. Oh yeah and the po-po rolled up in front of the crib yesterday. They jumped out and was all up in the driveway. Turns out they were narcos. Somehow my nosey nephew found out they were looking for a crackhead who had been stealing people's pipes. I assume he was boosting from houses that were occupied since they were chasing his ass.
And I am horny often and I suspect the blood pressure medication is working a little TOO well in... uh... places...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Okay. I been cheatin'. I admit it.
Before any of you get your panties in a bunch and find your way to the tiny village of uproar, don't!
I haven't been cheating on The Wife. I been cheating with her!
Now that I done stunned ya into silence. Close ya mouth too.
Because I been cheating on YOU! A couple of audio posts have been directed in her direction (for you to enjoy also). Which means technically I haven't been giving you what you need. And I know you need me as often as you can get me. I know, I know. So wonderful, so wonderful! I won't get off into all the whys of my latest posts, or lack thereof, but I will say that I have been reading and commenting more often than I do my own thing.
But I have been uninspired. And because of that I don't post much. And even when I do post it ain't much...
So I am gonna change that. I am gonna let YOU inspire me. Since I read more than I write now, I will use that reading as a basis for writing my own stuff for the second half of May anyway. So I will be jacking posts!!! Just wanted you to know. So when you come here this month, you MAY find that you coauthored a post here like OD has done on a couple of occasions. Or you may get the feeling that could have written this post yourself, you may have (sorta). Of course any posts that get jacked will have my own special dyssturbedness interjected into the mix. So get out there and write me some good seed material folks!!!!!
Friday, May 09, 2008
I Truly Adore You...
And Happy Mother's Day!!!
Thursday, May 08, 2008
You know a lot has been said about lurkers. A LOT! And still somehow it ain't enough. Why you ask? Well that is a very good question. Because them sumbitches is rude!!! Why you ask? Another very good question!!!! Because we bloggers are generally comment whores. Not saying that everybody is. But let's face it. If we didn't want comments and the resulting dialog, the we would just have idle thoughts and keep that shit to ourselves.
Why are we like that? Yet another damn good question!!!! You're getting quite good at this! Because we like interfacing with others and the attention doesn't usually hurt the ego.
What...? Yeah, that is the explanation. What were YOU hoping for, the meaning of life?
Of course you are honor bound to leave a comment now. Just because you know what is up.
Posted by The Second Sixty-Eight at 6:24 PM
Monday, May 05, 2008
This one was an interesting one. He was hiding out in an abandoned industrial park. But he got found. For some reason he thought he was safe. He wasn't. Maybe it was the remote location. Maybe it was the grip of guards around him. Maybe he was just arrogant like that. Who knows?
We were supposed to get in, get him and get out. Nothing fancy. Nothing spectacular.
I love night-ops. Night vision makes them stand out REALLY good. Real easy pickings. The odds seemed stacked in their favor. Fifty eleven to two. But the odds have been known to be wrong...
Insertion was to the southwest. Me and my partner split at the stream. Him on the north bank. Me on the south. After a couple of tense minutes sneaking around in the dark, contact. Smoking on guard duty. Not the smartest bunch of corpses. Bam, bam, bam. These dudes are slippin'. This may be easier than I thought. Onward. I clear the south bank with not too much more resistance than that. My partner gets done on the north bank and heads inside the fence. I check around one more time and hurry to catch up.
My partner is already going right so I go left. I wonder if we are gonna find him outside or will we have to clear the buildings. I stop wondering real quick when the patrol turns around the corner. I am positive the look of shock and mild panic that they are wearing is mirrored in mine. Unfortunately for them my gun was already up and on target. I HATE close encounters like that. I finish checking and clearing the side of the building. Satisfied that nobody is left over there, I beat it back to provide cover.
Just as I spot my partner, I realize he is a little busy. Gun down, grenade out, pin out, reach back, jerk, drop... Damn! Somebody else saw him too! BANG! No use hoping he is merely wounded now.
Things are a lot less safe now. I carefully search the area and find the guilty party. I hold the trigger down for an extra half second. Just because...
Thoughts of heading back for extraction start running through my mind. But first I gotta deal with whatever he was about to throw that grenade into. No use in leaving somebody to shoot me in the back as I beat the hell up outta the joint. I check his last area of interest and what do I find? Objective #1! Seems that self preservation and finishing the mission are running down the same road. And I really can't believe he is outside in a tent! But I do see why the grenade was needed. He got like 10 guards around him. I ready my trusty grenade launcher and fire one toward the largest bunch of guards. Reload and the next drops just short of the tent. Before I can get another guns start firing. None close so they don't know where I am. I unload the first clip into the tent. Got him! I unload a second clip around the tent. I reload and check for movement. Nobody moving so I do. And run like hell! Out the fence and down the depression into the stream. No use in being a good target for them. As the Blackhawk landed, I couldn't help thinking that there would only be beer for one this time...
That was pretty much my Sunday. And some other days when I am on my computer and not blogging.
This is HQ=NepLou signing off from the world of Ghost Recon!
Posted by The Second Sixty-Eight at 10:10 AM
Friday, May 02, 2008
Don't you hate it when stuff don't work right? Blogger posts on schedule. But when I tried it that didn't seem to work right. Ain't that some shyt?
Don't you hate when people's word verification takes more words and time than your actual comment?
Don't you hate when you FINALLY think of a good post and you find it has already been done THAT DAY?
Don't you hate it when somebody just completely shits on your day?
Don't you hate it when you wanna and just can't?
Don't you hate when a muhfugga considers a good blog post asking you a bunch of damn questions?
Don't you hate it when somebody starts a post and quits right in the mid
Posted by The Second Sixty-Eight at 2:55 PM