Finally got Quicken 2006 to install correctly and get my unlock code to work under Windows Vista. I have had some issues with getting it to run properly, and with the system crashes I was having my most recent backup is a couple of months old. Damn, have some updating of the old check book to do.
Now if I could only get my hotsync to work properly, I prefer to use my iPaq as my register rather than having to write it down and transfer to my PC later.
Her favorite place to sit. Yes I am a cat person
Today was not a particularly good day at work. By the time I got home (I left early to drop something off with the SO) my head was pounding furiously. Took a nap and I may be feeling a little bit better now. Just working on my 2nd cup of coffee so it is to early to tell. I didn’t get to sleep very long, but I did sleep like the dead.
Tired of youtube? Thanks to the porn czar I’ve found pornotube. At least it gives me something free to do when the wife is out of town 🙂
I have a MySpace account. Originally I set it up to keep tabs on my teenager, who also has an account like millions of other teenagers (and fucking pedophiles) on the Internet. I log on and check things out occasionally. I’ve found some pretty cool music there, and I’ve also communicated with a few bloggers that also have accounts there.
One of the things that strikes me whenever I log in is that big old fucking as for True. You know the one. With the picture of the nubile hottie with nice firm tits, and bootie shorts. You think SHE has a myspace or true account? Fuck no. She’s hanging at the bar with her model friends and her football playing boyfriend. True isn’t the only site that runs ads like this. How about adult friend finder, or whatever the fuck it’s called. Give me a fucking break.
Dating sites are the Internet extension of personals when all we had was the TV and Newspapers. Now, there are always exceptions to rules, and I am sure some really nice relationships have come to be because of personals, and dating sites. For the most part though I think that the people who use them CAN’T get dates in the real world. There are plenty of paid escorts, and just regular old folks on there. Some of them are bound to be real nice, and some just don’t do bars, and other public places. When you see that real hottie, or fine looking stud on there, run like hell. It’s the guy with breath so bad that they don’t let him out in public, or maybe he likes to pick his nose in front of other people. And that chick with the fine bootie shorts? She’s gone through all the guys in her immediate area and has so many fucking snakes in her head that now she’s got to get on the Internet to find her next victim. Or that was her picture from when she was a freshman in college, twenty fucking years and seventy pounds ago.
Don’t forget about the 40 year old guys looking to shack up with some fine 18 year old. Eww. Don’t get me wrong, I like to look at ’em probably even more than I used to but goddamn, I spend half my time around the fucking brainless idjits that work for me and damn sure don’t wanna be messing with them. And that’s the ones that are actually in college.
How about the ones with shit wrote down at the small of their back that you can see under the thong when they bend over to pick something up? What the fuck is that, reading material for when you get bored? “Hey, quit bobbing your ass up and down, I’m trying to read your back”
Damn, I have to say that it is sure nice being married. Dating would damn sure suck now. Have to ask for their medical history as well as copies of all those they have been with in the last ten years, and that’s just for the ones under 25.
I just happened across this story by accident this morning while surfing. To me this is just a case of a moron giving marijuana a bad rap.
The guy was creating a disturbance in a bar and was asked by management to leave. He refused, so they called the cops. When arrested, AFTER arguing with the cops, he was found to be in possession of a small amount of pot. Of course NOW it’s because he does drugs. It’s all about the pot.
No, what it is about is the fact that he is a fucking dumbass who just happens to smoke pot, giving the pro-war on drugs idiots something else to point their finger at.
I run a business. If you create a disturbance in my restaurant, you will normally be asked to shut the fuck up. After that, you get asked to leave. If you refuse, guess what? The fucking police are called and you get your ass arrested for criminal trespassing (which he was also charged with BTW). That makes you the fucking dumbass. If you happen to have something on you that you shouldn’t, more your stupidity.
BTW, thanks for the link to the USMJP Libby.
I didn’t even know they were doing it until I saw a link over at instapundit but Amazon.com has gotten into the online grocery business. I have always liked the idea, but living in eastbumblefuck as I do figured I would never have to worry about trying it.
I made a quick run through, and the prices are reasonable, particularly for a lazy ass geek like me. Most of the stuff is in bulk, so if you only go shopping once every couple of weeks or month like I do, it’s even better. I may have to try it out. As Instapundit says, if anyone can make it work, Amazon can.
The Grey Biker’s post about a camping trip I made with my son a few years back. I couldn’t remember if I had told this story before and can’t find it in my archives, so here it is.
As a child I was very active. I enjoyed being outside and particularly loved camping, and hiking and all sorts of outdoor activities. I was active in the Boy Scouts and even into my teen years full of drugs and partying, I would still go hiking. I was in pretty good shape and walked everywhere I went even into my early twenties. Hell, I never even bothered to get a driver’s license until I was 21. I rode the bus, rode the subway, and walked everywhere.
As I get older I remember this with a fondness that grows more as I get older. I probably didn’t have as much fun as I think I did. So a few years ago, I think Chris was probably eight or nine, we decided to go on a hiking trip up to Blood Mountain. It’s not too bad. If I remember correctly, it’s maybe three miles from the highway up to the top. We started out fairly early in the day. Since Chris was still pretty young, I ended up carrying most of the stuff. Fuck. It took most of the day to get there. I was wheezing and hacking the entire day and pissed off, and just wanted to get to the top to get it over with. Once I got there, we got camp set up, cooked dinner, and set up the tent. It was fucking cold and I had not brought enough blankets. We were both miserable as hell. I was never happier to get the fuck off that mountain.
It IS beautiful up there though. I love the mountains. Just have to remember that I don’t like hiking as much as I thought I did. Day hikes are OK, but packing in all that crap is just not for me anymore. I like my comforts and conveniences too much.
Drug WarRant is one of the sites that are way down at the bottom of my blogroll, because it has been there longer (new ones are added at the top), so I only get there on days when I am starting from the bottom, like today. Anyway, I hate the so-called War on Drugs and support legalization of pot, so I agree with quite a bit that I find over here.
It’s kind of funny, because I don’t smoke (pot) and haven’t in a long time, but I see no good reason for that stopping any other adults that want to.
I don’t know what it is but I have been having intermittent downtime off and on for a couple of weeks. It is starting to get really irritating and makes me want to bash my head against the monitor, but since lightning took out my flat panel, this is the only one left. Damn it.
