July 2008

Say What?

I am in a terrible mood this afternoon. Not just a bad mood, but an extremely ugly mood. Pissed off at the world. The kind of mood that makes you want to snatch someone’s scrotum out and shove it down their throat. Or just write about it.

That kind of ugly mood.

There doesn’t seem to be any particular reason for it, although there were a couple of minor things that set me off. Nothing I am going to go into though.

No, I prefer to sit here and revel in my pissed off at the world mood and imagine beating someone’s head in with a bat. Preferably someone that’s not much use to society. Like politicians or the IRS. Speaking of the IRS, they can just suck my left nut. Just the left one though. I wouldn’t want them to get too much enjoyment out of it and they’ve already sucked the blood of the rest of everything anyway.

So what do you do to get out of your bad mood?

So I’m not in quite such a foul mood anymore. Not overtly angry anyway. I made myself a pot of coffee and stepped outside for a smoke. I am still not my overly chipper (yeah right!) self at the moment but I don’t feel like strangling puppies anymore.

While I was outside my neighbor across the street was also outside. He’s not allowed to smoke inside either I guess. They are pretty cool. They also happen to be the only one’s right around here that I know. We aren’t getting together on the weekends and barbecuing but we speak when we are outside. It’s more a matter of timing than anything as far as doing anything. They came over for one of our parties last year and this last one I think I just didn’t run into them to invite them. Nobody has lived in the house next to us for over nine months now and the one on the other side that our friends moved out of, the Addams Family just moved in yesterday. We are friends with a few families in the subdivision and our kids play together, but I really don’t know my neighbors well.

That’s not a good thing and I think it’s indicative of our society as a whole. We don’t have neighbors anymore, just people we wave too. People are so transient, not working in their communities, moving constantly. I don’t feel like that’s a good thing. Something’s missing.

Crap, now I’m getting all taciturn. Fuck this, I’ve got other stuff to do.

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Silly Sunday

As I mentioned last week I came across this site that generates completely random blog posts, sometimes with hilarious results. …so here we are…

I very much do not care for my grandpa The Boz. On weekends he is really stupid, and today he just touched me… I asked for his help reading a book about homosexuality of the European lowlands, but he screamed:

Shut up! I was just learning about the European lowlands in class!

At first I interrupted “NO WAY!” but then just now I just ran away all of a sudden. After all, he *is* my grandpa and he should know better…

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Now That's How You Cook a Steak…

I mentioned yesterday that I was going to dine on a fine repast of grillage. This is how to cook…
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I’m not one of those dudes that gives a shit about charcoal or gas. Each has it’s benefits and I can cook just fine on both. I let the steak marinate in a mixture of worcestershire, red wine vinegar, olive oil, lemon juice and a few spices for about two and a half hours at room temperature prior to grilling. Getting the meat to room temp allows for it to be cook at a somewhat uniform amount. Got the grill REALLY hot and cooked it like it should be. Charred on the outside, medium-rare in the middle.
I also cooked up some red onion in garlic butter using fresh garlic and real butter. I love red onion but amazingly enough it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be.
Here’s the finished product…
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Damn good eats if I do say so myself. Since I was dining alone I chose the smallest steak I could fine but I still couldn’t finish it. The dog got a really nice treat…

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tika tika tick…

When I am writing a bunch that’s the sound my wife makes. I don’t exactly type. It’s more like I bang the keyboard to death. I can take one of those extremely quiet keyboards and make it sound like an instrument of torture. I type so-so. I used to do the two fingered typing although now that I have been paying attention I see that I am using four or five fingers. I am somewhere around 50wpm I guess and I only have to look at the keys about half the time.

So what the fuck got me to thinking about how I type. I’ve been writing pretty much non-stop since I got home. Not here obviously although I have been needing to get back into postme. No, it’s mainly on my other sites where I am still posting for $$$. I discovered that since we’ve been home from vacation that I could use the extra bucks. I enjoyed that extra twelve grand I made last year and I fully intend on making some more between now and Christmas. I’ve written probably 15 posts since I got home this afternoon and I fully intend on writing about 15 more before I go to bed. Maybe even one or tow that actually make some sense over here 🙂

I am also available on a contract basis to the CIA if they want. You know, stick me in a room with some fucking towel heads, blindfold them and let me blog for ten or twelve hours at a time. They’ll get so fucking sick of it they will tell you anything you want to know…

Want to know something else that’s funny as hell? You know fromt he little ‘reblog’ link that’s in the corner of my posts that I have been using that Zemanta stuff for a few weeks now to suggest keywords, tags and photographs for my blog posts. It comes in a plugin form for my browser as well as one for MT. I use the one for my browser because it works in ALL my blog formats. Anyhow, since I mentioned the word ‘torture’ the first keywords to surface were ‘John McCain’ and ‘George Bush’. Bwahaha. Only if money-grubbing stealing bastards is torture, but then again that applies to Obama and the rest of Bozo’s clubhouse as well.

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Creepy…

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I left work around a quarter till two this afternoon to head for the grocery store and pick up a few vittles for this fine Fourth of July. A nice thick tenderloin, red onion to grill up in garlic butter and a six pack of Corona. I love Sam Adams but it’s just too fucking hot for it right now. The wife and girls are out of town again. They left the house around four this morning and headed to Panama City Beach with a couple of friends and their children. All total four adults, seven kids. Fuck that noise. I will miss the hell out of my family but I won’t miss the other ones. I would be pulling my hair out after a couple of hours.

So here I sit listening to net radio, some ’80s hair band station, and relaxing. Hopefully I won’t have to go back in to work tonight. As long as all goes well. There is something like a 30% chance of rain tonight so hopefully it won’t storm too bad, although I would love to have the rain. It might even rain out the fireworks. That would suck but it would lessen the chances of me having to go back in to work.

My hot neighbor came over a little while ago to borrow an adjustable wrench. It seems that they are moving and needed to unhook the washer and dryer. Damn, that sucks. She had broken up with her boyfriend, who seemed like a slacker, and had the house on the market but then decided to not sell and make a try of it. Apparently she is leasing it out to some dude. She said he ‘talks alot’ but seems alright otherwise. I know I saw some creepy old dude nosing around yesterday afternoon. I guess that would be him.

Just what I need. Some creepy old fucker living next door. Hell, he’s probably a perfectly nice guy. Might even be a blogger (are they nice?) that will get offended. Just let the fucker mess with my girls and I’ll be feeding him his fucking scrotum. I guess once I find out his name I’ll have to get online and check the dude out. Damn I hate getting new neighbors…Just as long as this guy isn’t some type of pedophile we’ll be just fine.

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Oldies But Goodies…

One of the things I inherited from my father is a love for 50’s and 60’s rock and roll. Everything from the Everly Brothers and Buddy Holly to the Animals and the Zombies. The wife tunes out most of it, disliking anything prior to the ’70s but she puts up with it.

After having read Eric’s entry about Winston I dropped by his site and read the last post by roomie with a tear in my eye. I had never been to Winston’s site and now I am sad because of that fact.

I came across this little gem from the Everly Brothers over there and knew I had to post it for your amusement.

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Happy Fourth of July Weekend!

The wife and kids are on the way to Panama City right now, going to hang out at the beach, while I am stuck here in worksville. All is not too bad though as all of my managers should be working today and I will come home to enjoy a beer or two.

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While I was putting RePete, the five-year-old, to bed last night we discussed July Fourth and the fact that it is considered the official birthday of our country. When I told her that the United States of America is now 232 years old she said, “wow, that’s even older than you…”
By the way, I am testing out FriendFeed integration into the site, so if the comments look wonky or the process gets screwed up, that is why. I just added the necessary code to my templates but I am not 100% sure I got it right…

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Thursday Thong – NSFW

Just what I look for when I’m at the park, but then again I am a pig…

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Feeding Elmo