I’ve realized in the last few weeks. I’m kinda bored with comments, cuz it’s obvious that our government isn’t learning from history, and is just engaging in lazy partisan bullshit.
And then I realized, that Wiserbud had his shit together when he said. “you know that you have pretty much run out of places to go on the innertubes when you feel the need to check up the comments at Kevlarchick’s blog.”
Flogging brilliant. Also, I must add this.
Michaels “comments” site, still has “posts” and links to posts. This is the only true 100% active comments site on the net.
I think KC should sue Michael, or get a full page “comment” on his page about it, sticky at the top.
KC? I love your speach, and I’m sorry if I can’t join you and king kevlar as we skate and “jump over the hilly brush” and I’m sorry I don’t have a 4.0 from yardale (really noone capitalized on the joke?)
Sometimes I’m a complete retard, but if you dig through all of it, (because I’m that retarded) you will see that I’m actually complimenting everyone ELSE involved while painting me as a buffoon, which I am.
Also, if I make a random reference, I’m doing it either to be a complete dork, or to be whitty, and if my “whitty” doesn’t express itself on it’s own, I’m still being a complete dork.
If there was any offense in my three stupid hyper “I hope you are happy” (thought “happy” is meant in a distinctly WP way) I appologize.
It’s a method of my retardation. I praise people by being so blatantly offensive in a way that is simultaneously praising in a way that I have NO RIGHT to comment on.
I don’t know if you ever read the story about my brothers best friend saying “dude? I love you, and you are my best friend, but I can’t wait for you to die so I can Eff your wife” joke.
Thats my basic sense of humor.
SHIT! I just offended a bunch of people by explaining my own goonery.
The holidays BREAK me more than I’ve ever broken any bitch? know what I mean? I spend my holidays with my brother, and with my friends, I love them so much, so the retarded and “whitty” wickedpinto just becomes crazy. My brother shows his love for me, my friends show their love for me as well, they send me pictures of their children (ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT BASKETS!!!) and ultimately I can only offer them love, because I have nothing else.
I’m not well off, I’m not educated like my friends, I am not a parent like other friends, I Have nothing to offer any of them, all I have is envy , respect and love.
So Sometimes/always, I go VERY CRAZY after the holidays, I’m sorry for any offense, because I see my brother and his friends working towards MUCH greater things like Family.
I know I’m a noone, but I can take this pride, I LOVE my friends who are much more. graduates and parents, in one case a graduate, and in fact doctorate who has 4 kids, with a 5th on the way.
Good people deserve to experience simple things, and I’m the random noone who says that he envy’s them. because I do.
Okay? Sometimes I’m a DICK but most of the time it is to incite others to GREATER action. I might have the noggin, but really? What is it worth if it isn’t used? I don’t care to use it. I’d MUCH prefere to be an uncle, or a distant cousin. Those kids are America.
2 days ago, I THINK that my big brother is starting his and his wife medication so that she can Suffer, SUFFER the efforts of being the vessel for my brothers child.
It wasn’t my brothers idea, it was HERS!though she can’t carry THERE child, since she is likely sterile, she WANTS to carry my brothers, because she loves him that much. Lesser women have cranked out CRACKbaby’s.
My sister, a cancer surviver who might not be able to procreate is BEGGING for the oportunity to be the mother of my brothers chilld.
I cry whenever I think about that. She is an awesome woman, My brother would live his life without chidren, but his wife is so loving and CARING AND MOTHERLY! that my brother no longer has a choice (really men who are here? can you imagine that argument?)
MY brother is a very good man, and his wife is a GREAT FUCKING WOMAN!
I hope, in the next 7-10 months they have a child, because I REALLY want to be an uncle, since I will likely never be a father.
I Want to be a crazy unc running around their bit back yard screaming “I’m an UNCLE I”M AN UCLE I’M AN UNCLE” and then I want to play catch with that child (we tend to create boys my family does) while my brother teaches him how to play hockey (we are athletic cats) If it’s a girl, I will shit myself.
aside from that.
My brother, and his wife DESERVE!!!!!!! a child. THey are good people, they aren’t WP’s they are REAL people, and LOVE THEM SO EFFING MUCH.
Best wishes WP for your brother and sister-in-law. I’m in the same boat. I’m an uncle but really unlikely to ever be a father. It’s nice to spoil the kids and to visit and get them all wound up … then leave and go home for the parents to deal with the craziness.
Saturday, my brothers wife might be pregnant. If not then then a few weeks later, if not then a few weeks later.
My brother and his wife are TRYING to get pregnant, but losers throw their children away into trashcans or into gangs, but my brother a GREAT man, and his wife, a WONDERFUL woman, must fight for a simple aspect of EXISTENCE, not just humanity.
I’m an atheist but I am gonna stop at a church and pray for them.
Noplace suitable for it right now, so I will comment Off Topic
I was watching listening (timings a pain) Imus this morning, and he was bashing the fat kid for getting married, making fun of everyone for “Acting” like they wanna go to the wedding and such.
Imus said something about how “I’m SURE he (chris I think is the guys name) thinks it’s going to be the most important day of his life, just like all of the other little girls but it’s going to be a disaster, just like Most Marriages in this country.”
Now, I understand the half assed statistitionary that Imus was employing. (the 50% of all marriages end in divorce, is a false statistic, it doesn’t take into account the fact that people with MULTIPLE marriages and MULTIPLE divorces counterweigh the truly successful nature of marriage in this nation, in basic, more than 50% of individuals who marry, have successful lifelong marriages, because successful marriages are one offs, it’s just the repetative failures who get more than one shot at the pie) but to Crap on a guy 2 weeks, 2 FRIGGEN WEEKS!!!!! before his marriage, is BS.
I Will likely never marry, I’m that kinda guy, it would take a lightning bolt a shark attack, and the opportunity to spit in Jimmy carters face before I’m willing to wed. However, On the day, and in the preperation of getting married is an important process to those who chose to wed.
Not out of ego, but out of self recognition. Deciding that you are “going to spend the rest of your life and raise a family” with a person is a BIG FRIGGEN DECISION!! so you can bet your ass that most people know what they are getting into, and they are trying to understand all of the things that that brings. I LOVE WEDDINGS! not cuz I’m a crying little girl (which I am, in the right circumstances) but because I have absolute and complete respect for people who look to the future, and see responsibility that would cripple your average socialite and decide that They want to live THAT future or ANY future with that person?
Thats a truly noble thing.
My brother got married, I made one mistake, I blame the booze and my sexy body at the reception, but even that became a somewhat common joke (thats what suits me) about the wedding, but I met my sissy for the first time about 8 days before the wedding (actually it was almost exactly 8 days) and there were a lot of “complications” someone on the “outside” would say, but they weren’t complications, they were VALIDATIONS for my brother, and for his wife. They loved eachother and they couldn’t see a future without eachother. Thats one more reason why I love my brother, and that is why I love my Sissy.
Marriage is a risk, YES Mr. Imus, you know, you’ve been through 2, and working on your third. Marriage can absolute destroy you, YES, thats why I freely admit my cowardice, but in addition to being a big risk, it also holds the potential, and everyone hopes Probability of a brilliant payoff that makes MORE of the person you were.
I’m an atheist, but if there is a God, may that god bless anyone who weds, and may god bless those who do wed in love with children so that the world can learn from that.
Now, that emotive WP is done, I gotta go break some bitches.
Ever Analyze how much a creature of habit you are?
“I was a Marine” introduce random conflict, however, one of the things that is taught to you from the day you enlist is “are you right handed or left handed?”. . . .If you say “left” you are told, “Now, you are right, you will fire from the right hand.”
Anyways, whenever I can’t find comfort in my particular environment, I always sit, left under right “indian” style.
I have spent the last 13 or more years PEALING the dry and almost lifeless flesh from the outside portion of my left foot.
Cuz I almost CANNOT sit, with crossed legs without my left foot being the lower foot, and losing it’s circulation in the exterior portions of it’s . . . .mass.
Just got into an argument with bro. He’s a big and somewhat abusive brother. “you know (my first name) you have NOTHING to do with this, and as for you being an uncle is completely dependant on if we trust you.” or some shit like that.
Love you too bro, remind me to snag the lifeline out of your reach if you ever need it just so I can return the favor.
I assure you, everyone always looks at me(in my family) as though I’m about to explode, but I never do, because they are thinking of stories that _I_ told them.
I know the proper place for the proper thing. Outside of family, it takes effort to find out what is considered proper, but in family, and the military is clear.
I LITERALY broke up with a girl who was talented, educated and GORGEOUS! because she questioned if any of my loopiness would pop in at that Ball.
Who could assume such a thing? they are more cynical than I am.
The only part that I can’t deliver on is tears. She has been ill for a while, and seemed to be recovering, thats why I’m well prepared for this. Thats how it almost always happens. The first, or “shocking” passing is the one that occurs in the middle of recovery.
Also, my mother has 5 sisters, (all in meno(a)pause) so I know what is coming, which is not a blessing, it would be better if I could summon up some tears for my aunt (I did love her greatly) but I know that if the men fall apart, the women will become wrigling crying worms for the next couple generations.
Death sucks, my problem is I didn’t allow to be close enough to her in life, that is my failing, but for me to cry and mourne like an ululating lunatic would be complete hypocracy and selfish.
I’m gonna stand strong and tearless, supporting those people who can do such things without hypocracy. THEY! need people to stand seperate enough to give definition.
Unfortunately thats how I react to these situations. I never lost anyone close to me. Even my pets died quietly and out of reach, this is my closest yet, and whats worse, is she was the familial linchpin. I have to observe, and learn.
Well, all I have to go on is your insane stories, but I absolutely know you have a sweet and gentle side to you.
Crying is not hypocrisy. You can cry for the pain others are suffering, share their pain. Or cry because someone you love is gone. No one will think the worse of you for that. But I agree it is disconcerting to see a man break down when you’ve never seen him so vulnerable before.
You get my crazy in small bits, you get my kindness in novels.
Sometimes quantity, validates the qaulity.
As for me crying ( I “tear up,” and sometimes cry, often) I believe that tears are not weakness, I have no problem doing such things, however, crying in this way (for a man) will damage the women, because the women are always crying, and if a man goes all jellyfish in the same way (don’t get me wrong, I mourne that woman a great deal, she is the only person who wasn’t my mother or brother who called me while I lived in other states or countries, and she just called to wish me a happy birthday!) but When I am surrounded by an environment of tears, and love, I will provoke tears, not by being a jerk, but by giving my mothers sisters a cause to cry, so that they can get it out, and start to see what is left.
My aunt is gone, I get misty knowing that she was able to show how much she loved me much better than anyone was able to show how much they loved her, and now she is gone, before I could tell her, but in the situation? I will be the “strong man” (which I’m not, I’m more than 1/2 a coward) all I can offer at most times, is that I don’t judge, or define.
I love all my aunts and all my uncles, and all my cousins (wanna know another bit of irony? the two close cousins who died in adulthood? Marines. They knew, they accepted, but the situations were different (not in war) but they passed, and they loved all those around them, and I could stand strong after their passing, because THAT was who they were before. I just include that as an odd thing, not as a definition of myself)
I’m crazy, you are right KC. I’m the first to admit it, however my crazy is not cruel, it is also not afflictive, or depictive, it is personal. My crazy exists almost exclusively in myself, and the Net, your kind and understanding aspect allows me to express myself fully through mutual annonymity.
My Family? They might raise an eyebrow, (cuz I’m known to be a bit crazy) but I will NEVER act in such a way at such a time, thats what I mean.
Other than my one completely cynical, selfish, and also, outright hilarious cousin (while simultaneously a prick) I have to admit, I had to fight the urge to laugh throughout most of the eulogy, not because I was laughing at my aunt. The dry, artificially maintained carcass that was in the casket was not my aunt. My aunt was the woman that her children spoke inarticulately and impoeticly about, but was described by the soul that they dedicated to their amateur efforts of describing her. My aunt was the (correction, there was ONE person who spoke PERFECTLY! her eldest granddaughter, I will get to that in a moment) My Aunt was the woman that took me to my first white sox game, to my first cubs game, who was the driver when I went on my first fishing trip, the one who had the first VCR, the one who introduced me to “cheese popcorn” (I don’t know why, I STILL LOVE that junk food) The first who taugh me (through whatever method) how to be responsible (here (wickedpinto) I need a coke, and some oreo’s, and if I came back with less change than I was owed, she would make sure that _I_ went back in (only happened once) and argued the case)
My aunt wasn’t all smiles, she didn’t fart rainbows, she didn’t piss heavy water, or shit gold, she wasn’t perfect. But she was my aunt, and I remember those times when she was either stern and taught me a lesson, or those times, when it SEEMED! like she farted rainbows, (I don’t know about the pissing heavy water, or shitting gold, thats kinda sick, what kinda perv do you think I am?)
Also? I remember when she was the only person who didn’t just call me on my birthday but EVERYONE of her family, her siblings (8(9total)) her siblings children (I think 29) and her siblings childrens children (I think we are at about 30 now) Grand total AT LEAST 67 people she went out of her way to contact (and lets not forget the few who were her siblings childrens childrens children) I don’t think she had a day planner, I HONESTLY think that she remembered everyone of those days, cuz to my aunt, who stopped living on tuesday remembered everyone of those dates without assistance.
Another thing about my aunt. She was the socialite, highschool cheerleader, organizing every major event of the family for all her siblings and shit like that.
she wasn’t the eldest, in fact she was the middle child, but to comfort my mother and my uncle, I said (they know I’m an atheist) “if there is a heaven, I wouldn’t be surprised if she planned this, so that when the rest of us join her, she can have a “tissue paper flower” float waiting, with a gigantic celebration, cuz noone could do a better job.”
(NOW! I can tear up and cry, cuz everyone else has faced it, and NOW I feel exactly how I feel.)
Just saying, lost track, but I think I said something. Exactly what, I have no clue, but I think I said it.
If it were just my aunt I wouldn’t be like this, but I found out a number of months ago that another aunt (on the other side of the family) is prolly gonna die (I didn’t like her much, but she’s still my aunt and made few good kids, and gave up the FIRST of my blood in my memory, in one of her sons) and later she lost another son, and myself another cousin. That broad, though personaly I don’t like her much, though I can understand why she was cold to myself and others cuz she lost one, and later two (not to mention she also found out when I was like 8 or so that her only daughter was a lesbian, and I think she might have been envious of that lesbian cuz that aunt, really went out of her way to shit on the various men (at least those who were my father and his twin, or those associated with my father and his twin) but still, she’s my aunt, and I learned much from her.
Not as much as from the one who is already passed.
So Anyways, I had one aunt pass on tuesday, another aunt is standing in the aisle waiting. Another second cousin (I call my second cousins (my cousins children) li’llil’l cousins, even though I’m younger than almost all my cuz’s, and only taller than my mothers family and my fathers female nieces (my pop’s’s family tends to make VERY TALL men, the only person shorter than I (6’2″) is my brother, by less than an inch at full posture)
back to point, I just lost an aunt, and I will likely lose another aunt since her cancer metasticized, but before I lose that second aunt, I’m gonna lose a second cousin that I only met while he was still in his mothers woman, 12 years ago. an 11 year old boy will be dying, almost guarantee’d by the end of the month.
While I’m relatively indifferent to my fathers side of the family, this particular cousin is a GOOD FRIGGEN GUY, and while I never knew his boy, NOONE! deserves to suffer that, and just thinking about it scares the living shit out of me.
And then, my second most eldest uncle, who has been tickling at life endangering illness for about 20 years, is now diagnosed with a broad cancer.
Now, for that uncle to die is not surprising, he’s into his 70’s and has my sense of self maintenence (as in none) but you know? after 8 heart surgeries (granted all of them scopic) but you would figure somewhere along the line the blood tests would have turned up a random floating (same thing as metasticis) cancer cell would have appeared?
THE GUYS BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL FOR ABOUT 4 out of the last 7 years? and you miss FUCKING CANCER!?!?!?
My point? I’m worried.
The “it comes in three’s” thing, but actually I think that isn’t right.
I think that the barrier has been broken, and now everyone is racing for it. My Mothers eldest brother is on the verge of death not expected to make the week. I didn’t like him much either, but he wasn’t a bad person and he was my uncle, but who knows that his passing wouldn’t make ANOTHER family member give up? Like reasonably healthy spouses who die within days weeks or months of eachother?
I hope my moms family doesn’t cascade, though, I can see at least 4 reasonable options, and I see that, and thats bad enough.
Hey Wicked. I’m sorry to hear of this happening in your family. You and I are on opposite sides of the fence when it comes to a belief in God but I hope you won’t mind if I will have said a prayer for you and your family.
Of course cranky. I know what I think, but I might be wrong, and even if that didn’t factor into it in any way, you are expressing yourself in the most honest and heartfelt way. That deserves nothing but respect and appreciation.
Thank you. He’s definately gonna be gone soon, but at least he will be in the company of his children and some of his sisters when it happens. Also he will be planted in his home.
once again, I didn’t like him, but I love my family, and he wasn’t a bad guy, in fact, he was remarkably smart, the sadness _I_ suffer is that I might waste myself and become an eternal loser like he was.
Well, not loser, he was a good teacher, though people didn’t know it.
I prolly got an aunt following in the next couple months.
I knew all of these dead people, and the people who will be dead soon, but even my cold and rational (I know, “you rational wicked?”) ass can’t help but fall into a morose mood. When most of your filial connections are built on the extinction of the few family members you likedish, you kinda lose track of what you are supposed to do.
Thinks aren’t bad for me, it’s bad for them. I got it easy, one mom, one dad, one brother, one sister. and all of mines are healthy, it’s the aunts uncles cousins and stuff that are going through a hard time. Still, it’s a lot all at once, thats for sure.
earlier saturday was the memmoriam, whatever it’s called when we stare at my uncles urn before his final disposition is decided in the presense of family.
We had the sermon (rather bizarre) and the luncheon where family got to socialize (and once again, as always it was my brother and I with the crowd, cuz we are the funny and entertaining ones, witnout being disrespectful(believe it or not, it takes a LOT of discipline to indure being the center of attention, even in humor, especially during a funerial luncheon))
And it wasn’t exactly easy, but. . . .
can we get some good cheer going on in KC’s Comments section?
She ain’t gonna be hitting a thousand if everyone is just saying “poor wicked cuz the old people in your family die” (though the 12 year olds a real bitch)
Can someone who isn’t dealing with this crap PLEASE! update with something humorous or entertaining?
I ain’t kidding, I want 1K comments by years end, and a million in the next 2 or 3.
A nurse walks into a bank. Preparing to write a check, she pulls a
rectal thermometer out of her purse and tries to write with it. She
looks at the flabbergasted teller and without missing a beat says,
‘Well, that’s great……….that’s really great………. Some
asshole’s got my pen.’
An Amish man and his new bride are driving their new horse and carriage. A car drives by and spooks the horse.
The Amish man finally calms the horse, and yells “that’s number one!”
Down the road a piece a dog barks and the horse takes off again. The man stops the horse and yells, “that’s number two!”
‘Round the next corner a hunter’s gun goes off. The horse bolts again. After the man stops the horse, he yells “that’s number three!”, and reaches behind for his gun and shoots the horse in the head, dead.
The young wife recoils in horror and screams, “How could you do such a thing, you must be mad!”
So, I guess it’s down to just the three of us that hang out here now? I gotta say, it’s like what you’ve done with the place. No stress, real laid back, no pressure to always be “funny” or “on,” no Rosetta……
Nothing says “Exclusive!” like keeping the riff-raff out.
Not your goals, Pinto’s goals. Do you want to deny him the feeling of satisfaction he may get if he actually succeeds in getting this one thread to 1000 posts?
I’ve been scuba diving for about 10 years or so. (yeah, that’s really me in that picture.) I absolutely love it. I’ve only got about 40 dives under my belt, but those are nearly all on the Caribbean, so I think they count for more. It is probably the most calming, totally relaxing experience I know.
I remember when I first started diving, being down about 80 feet on a Christmas morning in Mexico and I just stopped, realized where I was and what I was doing and, in that one moment, I was in a state of absolute peace. It was unreal. I had never felt that before.
I’ve done wreck dives, night dives, night wreck dives, cenote dives (which are like caves), and just plain open water dives. I’ve enjoyed them all, although the cenote was a little unnerving. I like the dives where there is no pressure to really do anything (like wrecks and cenotes) and prefer the tranquil reef dives, where it’s all just so beautiful. Especially if you get a nice current flowing, you just get neutral and float past it all. You can stay down almost forever on those dives.
You should really give it a try. It seems scary at first, because they hit you with all of the stuff that can go wrong, but as long as you don’t push the tables or act like an idiot, you are perfectly safe. And while I’ve tried to describe the feeling, there is nothing like actually taking a dive of your own.
When I was in Oki, I thought about getting a qual. A friend of mine was a divemaster, and offered to let me use one of his spare sets, to go down on a little familiarization dive, not deep, just go under, look around and get a feel for the gear, so that I can be more prepared for the qual.
I’m like HELL YEAH!
We go out and he helps me out, gives me the once over and then down we go (there is so much fodder already for a bunch of gay jokes in this) And it’s STUNNING! It’s almost like you see more under water than in open air (in clear water anyways) and the stuff that is under the surface is amazing.
We surface, and I decide I don’t wanna dive. The confusing sense of claustrophobia from pressure, and agoraphobia that comes with seeing on for ever, scared the shit out of me.
The confusing sense of claustrophobia from pressure,
It’s funny, but I am a bit claustrophobic myself, but I have only had that feeling when diving once, and that was when I forgot to wear my contact lenses. I couldn’t see more than 2 feet and suddenly, I got a little freaked. I almost aborted, but I didn’t want to ruin the dive for my dive buddy and I knew it was all going to be okay, so I brought myself under control and had a great time.
If you are at all interested, KC, you’ve at least got to try a familiarization dive. You might find yourself hooked. They are beyond safe and they don’t go below 30 feet or so, so you can always surface easily. Just be sure to do it somewhere like the Florida Keys or the Carribean. Like WP says, it’s stunning when it’s clear, but it sucks when the visibility is low.
As a comparison, I did my check-out dives in Long Island Sound. Visibility? 2″. that’s ” as in “inches.”
If I were the kinda guy who could be Force, I would have gotten into it, but I was too hated, shit, I was dumped for the UNIFORM inspection for MSG by my own commander. Thats on the page eleven.
I could have tolerated and in fact enjoyed diving, but every experience would have been an ex-post-facto enjoyment, even though the actual experience would have scared the shit out of me.
I’m neither claustrophobic (was in the spelunking club when I was in Highschool) nor am I Agoraphobic (well, my fear of heights is actually based on agoraphobia, but if I can touch something solid it fades)
But under water, the compression of irrational behavior is sudden, and complete.
It scared the shit out of me. Also, I don’t know, but I might be more sensitive to pressure than others. I am not affraid of flying, but my ears are torture.
Maybe my bitchiness about pressure is the real reason, I don’t know.
And without a dout, I still snorkeled a shitload in Oki though I didn’t dive.
The suboceanic is just as, if not more gorgeous than the desert.
But under water, the compression of irrational behavior is sudden, and complete.
That can be a serious problem. Down below 60 feet or so is a bad place to have an episode. You can seriously hurt yourself if you freak and shoot of for the surface.
That’s why my wife doesn’t dive. She had a problem during the lessons we took in a 12 foot pool. She quickly determined that if she couldn’t handle the deep end of a pool, she was not going to do well in the open ocean. She does snorkel and enjoys it, but it really isn’t the same for me. I dig all the gear and shit that goes along with it, so while snorkeling is close, I have seen some stuff that one would never see at the surface.
By older brother went to flight school while in the Marine Corps. He thought it was great and loved the whole process, including his test flights with the instructor. But after just one solo flight, he DORed (or whatever it’s called.) He just didn’t feel comfortable up there alone and realized that was probably not a great feeling to have while 30,000 feet in the air.
I snorkeled and my husband scuba’d in Cancun. We went in at the mouth of a river, so it was a mix of fresh and salt water fish and plants. It was stunning.
My son took some familiarization lessons at school and loved it. He sat down in the deep for 30 minutes, loving life. The boy is such a pistol I think scuba would be an interesting hobby for him–once he gets interested in anything, that is. What is it with teenage boys not giving a shit about anything and thinking they are all that?
When I would climb rocks, my friends would laugh so much about this.
When I’m on the face of a rock (never very significant, my highest rated was an 11b I think, and it was the only 11(I think I have the nomenclature correct) I could tackle, it just happened that that face fit my form of climbing) I move very confidently believieng the whole time that it’s going to be know problem. Not much hesitation, virtually know grunting unless I have to go (I think they call it) double diamond, meaning that you jump to the next grip, for a moment you are in the air HOPING, you can grab the next handle.
Anwyays, my friends would make fun of me, because we had a list of simple not very dangerous rocks that we would take new people too for practice, and I could scurry up these glorified boulders like it was nothing. But once I got to the top of just a little 20 or 30 foot face/boulder, I would lay down, cuz the sensation of that height would make my muscles shivver.
Tell the truth, I don’t remember Wiser. I was planning on slipping random links inside of one of my novella’s about when I was in the Marines. Jedi-mind-tricking everyone into wondering what the hell I was linking.
The sad thing about how I got here is I simply clicked on Wiserbud’s name over on the moron blog ASSuming Wiserbud’s link would take me to his blog. I like his humor but I’m not cclicking on his name anymore.
The drawback is we have to excercise temperance. Else the scam gets old.
Every couple weeks we can get people to forget about this place, and then promote a deluge. But if we are lucky, we can be silly enough to get people, out of sheer moronic curiosity to come to the conclusion wiser came to some time ago.
you know that you have pretty much run out of places to go on the innertubes when you feel the need to check up the comments at Kevlarchick’s blog.
Words of wisdom to be heard and practiced . . . . .in volume.
Personaly? I think that the BEST emotive musician of the last 40 years was Jim Croce.
“time in a bottle”
My roommate was an “artist” as in paint and palat shit, for a time.
He was a punk rocker (he was from I THINK berkely area originaly, and finaly los(or is it el?) banos, or whatever (the bathroom? I asked) “kinda” he said, I don’t know spanish.
His family was “well off” and even by my not at all well off standards I agree, that he is “only” well off” though he found prosperity, thanks to his mothers nuts, that bitch had nuts, in fact, I said that to her at his wedding. “which is your mother eric, is it this lady?” (of course I was right) “you Ma’am, have bigger balls that most Marines, that whole engine fixing thing! I can’t do it, though I do have testicles, just ask your daughter, please, ask your dauther, she’s HOT”, everyone laughed cuz they were prepared.
Unfortunately I lost that friend not because of HIS family, but because of his wife, who was as mundane as myself.
(I’m gonna be self pittying and somewhat preachy for a minute, so skip the next comment if you cant stand it.)
That night, the night of my friends wedding, _I_ was the only unit friend who went out of his way, I spent more than 2k in a weekend, only 3 months after I left service as an enlisted guy, to be in the presence of my friend, and his wife, who never looked so beautiful, she really did look stunning that day. TALL, almost as tall as my friend (6’plus, she was, and in heals. . . what?) and her broad body, accentuated her body, not her TYPE.
She was beautiful that day, and my friend Eric, it was the only time I would say I saw him smile in anything other than humor or irony.
Eric Smiled, not out of some manipulation of humor, but I think he actually saw his wife, and he smiled, not because he was laughing at my or nates, or some others jokes, he was smiling because, he new that he found joy, and though he couldn’t laugh, his face, for the first time lit up, with something like joyous laughter.
He was so proud, he wanted to laugh, but he was unfamilliar with it.
WP, I consider you my internet-son, as I’m old enough to be your Mother. That said, if I had any crazy, single, loyal, funny, conservative, intelligent female friends who lived close to Chicago, I would definitely hook them up with you.
I’m a nice guy, but a bit of a heart breaker, though I don’t realize it until I have established a platonic friendship after the end of the romantic one.
Back to the banning thing. If he did ban me, I had it coming, and can’t rightly complain, I was being a jackass, and needed to be set straight. I should have seen it coming (my crazy) I was building toward it the previous week. LauraW caught onto it earlier in the day.
A Friend got married, it was in one of those pissant chappels (chappel of flowers? or something like that?) in vegas. It was a small retinue, and me being me, who’da’thunk? didn’t have a date, like I’m gonna bring one of my cock sponges to something I find value in.
Anyways, I was given the camera’s. They knew I wouldn’t be teared up (which is wrong) and I wouldn’t be holding my girls hand, so everyone gave me their camera’s. So I was basicaly the photographer of an impromptu weddig in vegas.
Now, I have no respect, also I’m an atheist, so I have even lest respect.
I was told to take pictures of the wedding, the ceremony itself, and I took my job serious. I wanted to catch the husband looking lovingly at his wife as he recites his vows, and the bride as she hears them.
So I got up, and stood behind the priest performing the ceremony, and was leaning over his shoulder as he was offering the various forms, more than a few times using his shoulder to allow for a stable picture.
I had a couple of “up shots” making the bride and groom look like giants on their great day, but I was nudging the priest out of my way.
My friend said I took some great pictures, but they are hiding a bunch of others, because it’s hard to make a bride look beautiful when she is glaring at the guy behind the camera.
Still, a lot of good pictures. Ain’t my fault that the priest was Dicking up my angle.
So I saw Elton John in concert the other night. Good show, but whoever was responsible for the sound or mixing of the guitar player should be beaten, then fired.
In both Saturday Night’s Alright… and Funeral for a Friend, the guitar needs to be just all-out raw power when he hits those chords (you know which ones I mean.) Instead it looked like someone playing air guitar. They about had the rafters shaking, then this nothing litle guitar that you could barely hear just limps in. Ruined both songs and, since this was near the end of the show, really left me less than impressed with the whole show.
Too bad. I really like Elton, especially since he played mostly his old stuff all night.
True story, I showed up a week late for my dorm room assignment, and my roomie (whom I did not know) was kinda pissed cause he thought he was gonna get the place to himself. So he sulked a bit, and finally decided to make some gesture of peace, and turned on his stereo and said “do you like Elton John”?
Heh, my first roomie would wake up in the middle of the night and piss right in the middle of the floor and then go back to sleep.
This went on for weeks and it was really disgusting.
After a particulary long night of drinking, I got all of the guys on our floor to piss in his dresser. Damn near filled the thing up. The next morning when my roommate found his sopping wet clothes, I told him that he did it. A few more nights of his stuff being covered in piss — shoes, book bag — he moved out and I got my own room. A stinky room, but mine.
Hubby says my IP changes only about once a week. So that didn’t work.
Thanks to KC, WB and WP for saying nice things about me over at AOS.
I feel like Elizabeth must feel when Rosie stifles her. Not that I’m Elizabeth and not that Ace is Rosie. Please don’t tell him I put him in Rosie’s shoes; he’ll never unban me.
I took my first div ein the USVI (St. John’s) while on my honeymoon. It was too cool. We didn’t go deep, which meant we could stay down for quite a while My wife hated it, so she stayed on the boat and tanned.
Have an awesome trip and definitely give diving a try if you haven’t before. It seem scary at first, but it is really, really safe and all you need to do is keep reminding yourself that, unless you completely screw up, nothing will go wrong.
But even if it does, I couldn’t think of a better place to die.
At least you accept that some things don’t change, WP. Anyone who spends their life thinking they can change or fix everything is delusional.
KevlarChick, I agree with you; I think I’ve just been caught up in the new comments thingy banishing machine.
Can somebody please get a message to Amish for me that his comments today “over there” have been my only entertainment and I especially liked his village-people-Amish?
Like I said wiser, I COULD dive, but there is something about diving that is so reminiscent of the last acts of a desperate dying individual.
Like I said again, scares the shit out of me. I COULD do it, and I could enjoy it once I surfaced, but still, never ending confusing terror of phobias that I don’t really have.
though, having snorkeled a lot, I can understand the beauty, of being underwater, if anyone can handle the pressure and the experience, I suggest you do it.
I remember once, diving down to spear a fish (we liked hunting our own food when we camped, cuz all of us had snorkeling gear, and we were in oki, really, if you can’t hand, or arm spear(whatever it’s called, basicaly a slingshot sorta spear attacked to the forearm?) a fish in oki? you are a retard) and I got caught in one of those little tidal streams.
theres a lot, LOT LOT LOT of coral around oki (should try oki as a dive spot sometime wiser, being a US citizen and if you know someone who resides on base you can get lodging, GOOD lodging for next to nothing. 32 bucks for a 2 bedroom? can you beat that?) and thats why snorkeling and diving is so popular there. The drawback is that everyonce in a wile, you are retarded (like I and 2 other friends were.) Diving into a “sink” I think is what they are called, and then as you either dive or surface, you get caught by the currents and they throw you into the narrow valley like openings of the surface coral.
we were battered little bitches by the time we got to the serface, thank god we were all good swimmers, (well 2 good swimmers, the other was a decent swimmer, but decent enough) who knew that it’s worth breathing water if you exhale water the next breath.
(Um, the inhale exhale water thing is complicated, but it has something to do with what most think of as lifeguard training, though not really that much)
We surfaced, and I thought it was awesome, but noone would do a freedive like that with me, and I’m not retarded enough to do it alone.
But the Scuba cats? they have to think of that ALL THE FRIGGEN TIME! at least if they are only moving in small groups.
I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and
exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing “fairly well” for my age.
A little concerned about that comment, I couldn’t resist asking
him, “Do you think I’ll live to be 80?”
He asked, “Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?” “Oh no,”
I replied. “I’m not doing drugs, either!”
Then he asked, “Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs? ” I
said, “No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very
Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing,
hiking, or bicycling?” “No, I don’t,” I said.
He asked, “Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?”
“No,” I said
He looked at me and said, “Then, why do you even give a shit?”
Why do I have this self-destructive need to poke the bear like that? What personal demons am I battling that forces me to attack my friends in this way? Am I really that insufferably mean or do I just like stirring the pot?
Just want to cross-post this here, as I found their honesty absolutely incredible:
I’ve been in Denver for the last few days. When I arrived, it was 65 degrees and beautiful. When I woke up yesterday morning, it was like a blizzard had hit the town. Today was again approx. 60 degrees and beautiful, melting all of yesterday’s snow away.
In the local paper, they had a story about how the storm hit about 8 hours earlier than the “experts” expected and stayed longer than they thought it would. A couple of quotes that amazed me:
“The reason for the almost eight-hour miss was the problem of forecasters choosing among differing computer models.”
“Two nights ago, it was giving us quite a bit of rain, and that didn’t happen.”
“With inconsistent reports from various models, meteorologists based their final forecasts on experience.”
If they can’t predict a snowstorm accurately within one or two days, how the fuck can we trust their predictions for the next 50 or 100 years?
“She underwent a vaginoplasty at a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon, and she is very unhappy,” said the source, who added, in perhaps an unfortunate choice of words, “she has decided to hole up and not speak to anybody. The producers are about to pull the plug on the movie,” which would be a mainstream production.
It’s about Jenna Jameson.
I so so many places to go with that quote, I’m not gonna bother. I woulda figured some of our friends would have been all over that thing.
I am giving Genesis a pass, because I refuse to pay $200 a ticket to hear Abacab live. But if Gabriel was joining them, I wouldn’t miss it.
I saw Peter a few years ago at the Meadowlands. When he fell backward into the audience, instead of the usual “passing him around over their heads” bit, he was instead swallowed up and mauled by the crowd. Two security guards had to jump in and pull him out of the crowd. His suit was nearly entirely ripped off his back.
I doubt he ever did that schtick again in NY or NJ.
I have a peter Gabriel bootleg from a show right after he left Genesis. Its ok. It could have been great but he did this weird thing with his voice that sounded very…sheep like. It was odd. He does do an amazing job of “Here Comes the Flood” though. Two of them actually. He opens and closes the show with it.
Im not a big Genesis fan myself. I like the Musical box and a few others and thats about it.
Gabriel is all into the World Beat type music. Whacko stuff.
And what’s up with ticket prices? My friend spent at least $400 for us to see Prince in Vegas, and I’ll be damned if Prince didn’t pull the old “you must cheer loudly for me to do an encore” shit.
Fuck that. I didn’t even waste a drop of propane from my Bic to get that boy to come back out and sing more. I stood there thinking “at $200+ a pop, that cat should be out here thanking us and playing like a sweating maniac for at least 90 minutes.”
WP, I was just *glancing in WiserBud’s direction* except my nose is smaller and my mouth is prettier than his. And you are correct about the leading blank spaces disappearing when I used the Alt numbers for the symbols.
That is all.
I shot my dad’s Colt Blackhawk in .357 when is was very young. I suspect that may be a large part of why I’m still breaking myself of flinching to this day.
If we’re talking ludicrously powerful “handguns”, an old neighbor talked my dad into shooting one of these (or very similar, and in 7mm Mag if I remember right) scoped for deer hunting. He nearly knocked himself senseless with the scope when it went off and leapt up off the bench.
Let me make this clear. I think he really doesn’t like me. I don’t care, I find him entertaining, and don’t really feel one way or the other with him.
So, since I sense that he doesn’t like me, I am promoting an online conflict between the two of us, but I can’t goad him into it, cuz he’s just OH so above it, with his love appreciation of GG FRIGGEN ALLEN?!?!?!?!
No, really, I think jack is flogging hilarious, and when I make the “screw jack” comments? it’s really just to draw him out.
I also think jack is a good guy, not an outright hypocrite, I just pick fights (that he ignores) because I think that we aren’t that far from eachother in basic ideology.
Really, I mean that. It’s a JOKE fight on my part, and I wanna see how much jack actually believes it’s a real one.
The immediate goal is 1K comments by years end, preferably 2.5K.
I want KC to get a sitemeter, and I want her to have 1 million views.
Those are my honest goals, however if I am denied, I will reach for the moon, and force the situation, I will have WordPress Crash with EVERY viewing of KC’s comments section, in the hopes that I get my million.
I’m not crazy, I TELL YOU, I TELL YOU I AM NOT INSANE!!!
I’m here, had a connectivity issue, fixed it, shortly after my toenails were removed with the use of garage tools.
The hollidays make me crazy, and I’m not alone in that, so once I fixed connectivity, I didn’t want to lay any shit on anyone, then we got the anna and imus deluge, and I went dormant, playing Civ 4.
I’m still here patty. Your resident lunatic is still active.
Anyone know why I suddenly am getting violent nose bleeds?
I litteraly am gushing blood, and then it stops, then gush, then stops.
It’s not a wound thing, it’s wierd, and makes me think of diabetics, and my brother who had a major sinus problem brought about by a freakish distortion of his upper palate.
ain’t been gushing for a day or two now, but really, kinda bizzare, to be brushing your teeth, thinking your gums are a mess (cuz I drink) only to have blood pouring out of your nose like my head was a fucking silver tea service in an english aristocrats household.
WP your nosebleeds might be due to the weather. Really. I get them in winter when the first cold snap comes. The inside air is very dry, messes with my sinus, etc. Then the nosebleeds start. After awhile they quit.
Maybe the last cold snap set your sinuses off again.
You know? I played my first RPG on my comodore vic 20. and that game was Zork I.
I am much more comfortable with keystrokes, this whole point and click culture pisses me off, thats why I left my trained profession. It was overly infantilized. Give me a greasy elbow at low pay over a pristine pinky anyday.
If you need individuals to do a job, let those individuals do their flogging job, don’t tell the customers that it’s just a few clicks away.
ARGH ARGH ARGH.
I though I could get into the fealing of guest commenting on mesa’s whorish blog in a near instant, but, the layered menu’s and the invalid clicking is pissing me off.
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if you don’t know what I mean, just do a “file source” click on any block or in fact any webpage with a link you have ever come across. Might take some digging, but well, it’s really quite easy to find if you know what you are looking for.
Since Wiser came up with the idea of using your hot, high volume blog as an archive for great comments, I just figured I would join in that tradition, by insuring that there is an easy access to all who are interested for this post.
I know it’s not a comment, it’s actually a post, and a news story, but this is the first news story (probably the only one) that I read on the net that made me cry like a little girl who just had her favorite doll broken by the boy she has a crush on.
It also looks as though a “Recent Jordanian Immigrant” wanted to take on the St. Louis Metropolitan Police. ,a href=”http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/stories.nsf/stlouiscitycounty/story/764FDFAF7EC928C4862572C5000D37B0?OpenDocument”>It didn’t go his way.
BTW, you know that Mesa has admin access, so it’s basicaly just he and I trading barbs, thats why it’s called “beefcake blog,” I’d figure I’d give him that win, since he already said I eat puppy sandwiches.
You would have been so proud of me. Cranky asked where the link was for Mesa’s blog over at Ace’s. I commented at Ace’s with “Cranky, here’s a link” and linked to KC blog.
On KC blog my comment that is awaiting moderations says “Cranky, if you’re here, here is the link to Mesa’s blog. I must have accidentally pasted the wrong one in my comment at Ace’s.” and then I linked Absolute Moral Authority.
Man, when one little chink in your armor gets messed up…
Actually, I think it’s healthy for a narrower group of people to meet on smaller and smaller “splinter” sites. The reason being one person may indeed know a site nobody else does, link to it, and open it up for others.
Hell, I didn’t start hitting the blogs until May 2004. Before that, I only went by what I read on Drudge and sites like msnbc.com. It wasn’t until Drudge and msnbc.com were linking to sites like RCP, Powerline, Polipundit, Malkin, LGF and the old Redstate.org. I read those during the runup to the 2004 election. I didn’t even discover AoSHQ until mid 2005. I linked to it from another blog (I forget who at this point). Anyway, AoS led me to places like Anklebitingpundits, Goldstein, Deadspin for sports, IMAO and Iowahawk, and eventually IB.
LauraW? This place? is for “the ‘shine” mesa and my place is for the two fingers tequilla, michaels is for the bombay, maybe the limoncello (it’s actually rather exotic, not a shooter, at least not in the way rosie and danny depicted it. It’s supposed to be drank with bruschetta’s and shit at lunch, one at a time)
Aces’s place is the guild of thieves, and from their we have established our own alliances, and we chose which to accept.
KC’s is the most exclusive, so how about you stop judging us? you Blogist!
I guess it was more like 2 or 3 of you in some kind of competition to see who could trick the other into clicking over, so you don’t get all the credit.
Or blame, whichever the case may be. I haven’t decided yet.
My brother when he went to Saudi during the first gulf war, with the assistance of some of his friends, smuggled in licquor and the booze he smuggled was “2 fingers tecquilla” becuase it looks EXACTLY like a Lox tank.
My brother was just put on the list for promotion to Captain in the Army. As his reward, he gets to go play in The Sandbox come June. He said the thing he’ll miss the most while gone is the booze. I’m cool with respecting others’ religious traditions (don’t drink water in front of Good Guy Iraqi Soldiers in Ramadan and the like), but c’mon! These guys and gals are risking their lives Why not let them have a bit of bootleg booze?
What exactly do you call it when you start a blog as a starting point for organizing your thoughts in. Then you find other things to do instead of writing your thoughts in the blog. Then you maneuver someone else to write things in your blog. I know there has to be a name for this. Or if there isn’t, we should hastily invent one.
I once considered looking into the webcam world, but then saw some of the freaks that were out there and decided to just keep on walking. There are some things in life I just do not need to experience.
Plus, I don’t like most of the people I am forced to interact with. Why would I try to increase the number of annoying whackjobs that I would be exposed to?
Since WP selfishly grabbed the #500 post, I would be happy to help get comments close to 1,000 and let you capture the 1,000 on New Year’s Eve. Then we can celebrate by raising a glass to KC. (If I’m awake)
Friends send me stuff and every once in a while I manage to copy, paste, and post them.
Nice Deb’s picture ened up in my Not-Quite-But-Almost-Porn folder. That picture should have been made into a poster. Farrah who? There’s a country song playing on the radio these days that has a line in it like “I remember Mama before she was Mama.” I’m imagining the IB ladies are all in that real respectable (and still hot now) mode but Good Lord did they ever inspire every teenage boy’s fantasy life.
cranky, I had a lot of laughs at your site. Thanks!
KC, as someone who has a blog that has influenced others to post many, many topic-less comments on such blog, coy is not a word I would ever associate with you. Or WickedPinto, for that matter. Or wiserbud. Or me.
Oh, forget it.
I will be honest DiT, I was waiting for the joke the whole time.
I was waiting for the whole,
“but lorretta, my darling, as gods light grants us our love, and as my every thought is upon you, I hope you aren’t whoring yourself out to mike in my absence, you know I always thought mike was a lowlife wussbag, so if you fuck him, you can die die die, in the most horrible way. Here I am at war, protecting this union from which we have all prospered from, and it is important, and required of me by god and my own will that I protect it, btw did I ever mention that little sullivan looks a lot like that piece of shit cowhand mike? So help me, if you cheat on me bitch. . . .”
The rest can be easily ascertained. Instead, I got a real sentimental link.
Patty, patty, patty. How dare you? Don’t you understand the game here? We must support this blog, if for no other reason than it is the best blog on the whole damm ‘net! Simple, uncomplicated, easy to keep up with, no fear of banning for going off-topic. Hell, can you ask for a better place than this to just, ya know, hang?
Plus, we only have about 6 full months to go to push the baby over 1000 comments. Then we can start reassessing our business model. But you can’t change horse in mid-stream.
Remember where your loyalties lie and never forget your friends.
I always hit on the wimmins, it makes the wimmins feel good, but if it goes on too long, or seems genuine then it creates an uncomfortable environment. So I move from direct gender flattery to general flattery of non sexual references.
By praising the way in which KC is handling her raucous brood, I’m offering praise, while simultaneously maximizing the ridiculous nature of my more specific “sexual” like flattery.
Why dave? Am I always the dancing monkey? shouldn’t you start cranking the box so that I could. .. . .
I’m just Effing with you.
Nah, Really, look at that past several months, wickedpinto hasn’t been the wickedpinto most think of. I’m actually a normal and nice guy, and I was “wickedpinto” in that way at those times for exactly the reasons I just described about my ability to manipulate people.
Kinda sucks actualy, I’d almost rather be that insane loser, than who I am, but I’d much rather be the person I am than the manipulative prick I am, or the rotten prick I start with.
I believe I have said “when interacting with people, put your worst foot forward, then turn on the charm” or something like that. If you can overcome a bad first impression? you can slaughter villages and still come off as a prince.
PattyAnn is being nice to me . Been a couple weeks, guess I should look for something to copy and paste. Or just run up the comment count here.
WP, that Happy Memorial Day and Happy Veterans Day thing is weird to hear. I’m thinking of friends of mine that aren’t here anymore and the last thing I am is happy. Memorial Day and Veterans Day to me are somber days. I’m glad those guys lived. I’m sorry that they’re gone.
Switching topics: what is a geriatric bikini babe? Bea Arthur? Helen Thomas? Am I completely wrong?
Damn, WP is getting death threats? You’ve hit the big time dude! What’s with the combination of “nice” and “deb” if she is making death threats. Seems like the “nice” needs to be striken from that name.
Oh, yeah. I remember now. The bathing beauty in the innertube in the pool. And the source of the ‘nice’ appelation. That right there is the cause of global warming.
I’m getting death threats from someone who authors at my own “blog.”
And you know deb well, It isn’t so much “nicedeb” as much as “niiiiiiiiiiice” deb (southpark “http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPlfEP_n_lc&mode=related&search=) doesn’t matter cuz KC blocks links. (I might be responsible for that. Sorry about the “crazy bitch” scandal)
Shit, I’m still a Motorola I710. I could upgrade, but why bother? It’s small enough, it was more than cheap enough when I took it for a test run, and I haven’t bothered to upgrade.
If you need something even smaller, but more powerful in your pants while trying to express yourself, then you are lacking both size and power.
(Did I just semi-paraphrase Franklin?)
When I’m prosperous I will piss away money on toys like that, but at the moment, other than my CPU (2.6 gig actual amd, 3.2 (I think) test clock speed) I don’t have anything that is less than. . . .9 years old.
Early adopters are retards, I apologize to the well educated retards who are early adopters.
For some reason Deb and Patty don’t like being called geriatric, and the mention of “aleve” and “capsaicin” and such.
Because we don’t need “aleve” and “capsaicin” and such. If I haven’t worn out my God-given gifts, it has not been from a lack of invitation or a lack of trying. You, on the other hand (she said hand!) just basically, to quote WP, “need something even smaller, but more powerful in your pants while trying to express yourself”. And you’re young! I think there’s nothing else to be said.
In fact, a few moths ago, I wanted to do an animated picture of John Kerry windsurfing through an area in the Middle East that had been flooded, instead of just a snapshot ( I don’t have the picture anymore, but it was pretty well received when I lined it at AoS.) I thought it would have been hilarious, but I wasn’t motivated enough to learn how to do it. Maybe I’ll save the idea for another time.
I think that his articulation of Iraq was a little weak as well as softened by the clear injection of the interviewers own opinion into the response of the first answer on the subject, but in everything else, I liked it.
My son grew his hair out over his eyes. I got tired of watching him toss his head just too see clearly. Apparently he did too. Got the high and tight buzz yesterday and promptly sunburned his head.
My hair has been short for at least 20 years; off my neck and just touching my ears. I’ll never go back. I’m not into hair maintenance. I think if I had the balls (staying on the topic of balls), I would go even shorter. But folks would think I was a boy. I’ve been asked more than once if I’m the “babysitter” when I’m out with my kids.
Nicedeb, I just looked and there wasn’t anything in the spam bucket or in the Dashboard being moderated. I just tried to comment on the Blonde joke someone sent me and it worked. Maybe I changed something and don’t remember. Had a CAT scan yesterday to see if something had gotten knocked loose.
Hard to concentrate and the medications knocked me silly. Did I write something somewhere about getting hit? Joking aside, I really don’t remember doing that.
The guy I hit said my truck looked like it was thrown up into the air and then came down on his left rear bumper. The lady who hit me was doing about 45 mph according to the police report. None of the insurance companies, including my own, want to talk to me now because I was hurt. That’s what I call customer service. It has been almost 24 hours since they said someone will call you within the hour. 8(>
I was the creme filling in that three-car cookie. Don’t know about the CAT scan. My doctor called and left a message saying she wouldn’t leave a message. I have something with codeine, hydroco-something, in it but I have to go get a haircut and do some grocery shopping before I take anything. Old movies sounds like a great idea. High Noon with Garry Cooper is on right now.
Then there is always Open Range on DVD to fall back on too.
Yeah cranky, All the insurance crap pisses me off. My ma’s had a heart attack and has had to deal almost every day with insurance company’s that send 15 page letters to her about her treatments and follow-ups.
Yeah thats just what an older woman who just had a heart attack needs, to deal with insurance company’s who stress her out. Good on you insurance!
lauraw, I wasn’t intentionally mocking you (it just worked out that way). When you said “I know I know, but he asks so little” I assumed you were wearing it the way he prefers rather than your own preference to please him.
You might as well cut it shorter and make ME happy.
cranky, hope you suffer no long-term effects. Heal up.
Well, my insurance company is now 54 hours past the time they said they would return my call. This is turning into so much fun I can barely stand it.
The meds are kinda nice though except for the side effect weird dreams like the one in which I was attacked by a bunch of house cats. Why couldn’t I have a weird dream in which I’m attacked by Jessica Alba and Jennifer Anniston?
nicedeb, I just took off the “must insert name and email” thingy from the dashboard and I think that was the last of the restrictions on comments. I don’t understand it.
All the insurance people called me today — at about the same time too. The other driver’s insurance company is assuming liability so my insurer is stepping to the side. My insurer did prepare an estimate on the repair bill that was higher than Farmers’ estimate. I am supposed to receive a check in a few days. Anything over the estimate is being picked up by Farmers and they are taking care of the rental car bill also.
Medical stuff is different though. I’m supposed to tell them when I am finished seeing doctors about the accident and they will send me a lump sum payment, missed wages (I’m salaried so I wonder how that works out), out of pocket medical, and pain and suffering. How do they determine pain and suffering?
I’m keeping notes lauraw, just like you said. Not the last time I was in Conneticut, but shortly before Desert Storm I got recalled at Thanksgiving and I’m hustling back to my base thinking we’re going to war and I got stopped on I95 for doing 78 in a 65 I guess. They cut me some slack on the speed so I wouldn’t get a reckless driving citation which lowered my bill to $180. Nice uniforms your state troopers have in Connecticut. Plus she was plenty cute for a cop.
PattyAnn, even I can’t comment. I think I’ll let the domain registration die and just put one up on WordPress. Mostly the blog thing is just an easy place to store links to blogs I visit ocassionally or more often.
Of course, I can’t remember my WordPress ID or password either. I musta bumped my head.
My daughter Becky found that because, she and her older sister, and their friends are Big Will Ferrell fans, and love his Harry Caray impersonation. So she found that at youtube when she was actually looking for Will Ferrell, watched it, and showed it to me several weeks ago.
I wanted to post it right away but was having trouble posting videos through youtube, and just gave up.
When I finally figured out another way to post videos (I really am so GREEN) I remembered that one and posted it. It took a few days for people to really notice it, though.
Back when we lived in SoCal, my wife took acting classes at this small, weird little theater in Orange County. She ended up getting a part in one of their plays. The narrator in the play, who didn’t manage to get an actual acting part? Will Ferrell.
She says that he was hilarious during rehearsals, always cracking jokes using his narrator’s microphone.
I forget the award that he recieved back when, but in his acceptence speech I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off for thanking his wife cuz she has a great tight little ass. He even made the two hands gripping gesture.
No sharks. But we caught a darling stingray. Of course we set the little angel free immediately. Lots of swimming in and getting beat up by the ocean. My kid actually used my beloved blade to cut up squid and shrimp to bait his nasty hooks. I will leave the blade as it is, polluted and germy. Good for bad guys.
Still can’t get used to that salt water taste. Ick! And lord what it does to my hair and skin; I was gritty all week. But no makeup, bra, shoes, or jewelry for a week. Nice tradeoff.
In a car accident yesterday, had the snot knocked out of me, given some serious medications and I’ve gotten tagged by Nice Deb. What did I do to deserve this chain of calamaties?
1) Name your favorite band and sin…
Okay, this is kinda disturbing, and really makes me question the morality of Youtube.
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Did you mean: “I want off your sister”?
No Videos found for ‘”I wanna eff your sister”‘
So I clicked the “I want to off your sister” link, and I get
“No Videos found for ‘”I want off your sister”‘”
So, there are no videos in the search for “I want to off your sister” but the youtube meta EXPECTS one?
Oh, you’re probably reading more into it than is necessary, although let’s face it, it is cool to be able to say we were a sovereign nation for 10 years…
Texans of the day, Sam Houston included, rightly believed becoming part of the United States sealed Mexico from future claims. You’ll recall the US paid the government of Mexico 15MM for all territories lost, and another 7MM later in the Gadsden Purchase. No way Texans were going to be able to come up with all that jack on their own.
I’m thinking about caving into mesa’s hornyness and maybe getting something from pixy.
I’m thinking japanimation, I haven’t dug up this weeks, I have some in the queue but they don’t motivate right now, so I’m thinking of some of the more classic japanimation. Maybe a clip from vampyre hunter or something. The drawback to that, is I can’t give links to the entire movie and stuff, but I think many have seen most of them. Like fist of the northstar and stuff.
Pretty close geoff, at least on the ones I recognize.
so ka: I See [always said weightily]
is “Soo ka” actually it might be “shiyoo” but that is really just for consistancy in roomanji “o” is “oh” but a double “oo” is “oh-ooh” thats probly always weighty, but the translation is close enough.
joto mateo: Wait a Minute!
Chotto Matte Yo.
komenesai: I’m Very (Deeply) Sorry
Gomen nasai, the litteral translation is odd,but I cant remember what it is, kinad like how “excuse me” “sumimasen” = living not, Sumimasu = to liven, sumimasen means not living, so you are apologizing for living I think.
and Kawaii is dead on. I would call my girlfriend “yuubina” which is “elegant”
I HATE Puffy-ami-yumi. I actually met them. cuz a friend form the barracks was a HUGE fan, I think he might have been gay.
But I LOVED this song by globe titled “face.” I think is AWESOME, in fact, I own 2 CD’s and my father, an old Beatles fan kept them for himself since I had the song on my puter, and he liked the song himself.
Daijobu akachan = “everything is alright baby”
Daijobu doesn’t have a clean translation that I know of, basicaly it’s “It’s all cool!” Or “Everythings alright” or “don’t worry” It’s the catch-all of “it’s all cool” in english tearms.
Akachan is litteraly “baby.” It’s actually an offensive term most of the time, but japan has become so anglicized in many ways, that they get the vernacular.
“II” is basicaly “good”
makine, doesn’t tickle with me right now, it might come back later, though it does sound familiar.
You know what the NON-roomanji name for “America” is?
“Beikoku” Koku basicaly means “kingdom” but before I tell you what “bei” means, at least in the kanji, let me give you a bit of history.
Japan is “NiPon” now, the syllables and words themselves don’t mean shit, but because japan DID get their written language from the chinese after the numerous conquests, and rebelions and conquests by the chinese, Japan was almost always Nipon even before those conquests.
But they adopted the written language of the chinese/ kanji.
They called china “chiukoku” or “chyieukoku” and Chiu = Central, and since they call china, “chiukoku” they are calling china “Central kingdom”
Japan doesn’t define themselves as a kingdom, which I find interesting, because “nihon” =. . . . . and this I find interesting.
“ni” the kanji of “ni” in the word “nihon” that is japan = origin, birth, start and beginning
“Hon” = sun or book.
The reason Japan is known as the land of the rising sun is not a japanese creation, but rather a chiokoku word, and kanji describing navigational directions. If you sail from China to Japan, you are sailing towards the rising sun, THAT is why Japan, is NiHon, or rather why the kanji’s for “nihon” are “origin of the sun” I found that fascinating.
Anyways, The US is called “beikoku” in the kanji’s though not in word anymore.
I already said that “koku” = kingdom, but I left out the “Bei”
“Bei” = RICE! in kanji.
Now that sounds like a meaningless nothing, however, the kanji for “bei” and “gohan” is the same.
and all meals are commonly refered to as gohan. “assagohan,” is dinner, doesn’t matter if there is any rice in the meal, all food as a meal is called “rice” or rather depicted as rice either in the “gohan” verbal reference, or in the kanji, if written down.
Basicaly, America, The United States of America, was previously refered to as “the kingdom of food.”
The place I got it says that it is a polite way of saying “I receive this food,” but I always hear it said in a sing-song voice, and translated as “Thanks for the food!” Maybe the sing-song delivery comes from having it pounded into their heads as kids.
In general formal japanese ends with the verb. I can’t remember the exact form of words that leads to “itadakimasu” but thats why it tickled.
For the most part, almost always, the “u” in the “masu” portion of a word, is not expressed as an “ooh” it is rather a sort of exhalation.
For instant, if you watch cartoons in japanese, you have heard “Dess” but it isn’t “Dess” it’s “desu”
“ikimasu” isn’t pronounced “ee-kee-mah-soo” but rather “ee-kee-mahSS”
and the singsong aspect, is partly because the whole languge is built on single syllabic enunciation. For example, you hear someone unfamiliar with the language say “hai” it sounds like “hi” but eventually your ear catches the variation in inflection, and it’s VERY mild, but completely second nature to the japanese.
Example, I mentioned the double vowels, but there are also double consenants, as long as the consenant is “n”
“Hana” I THINK means flower. If I recall correctly (like I said, it’s been a decade, give me some room here)
“Hanna” means nose.
all of the a’s are “ah” and all of the “n”‘s are “nhn” (mostly through the nose)
Anyways, the language itself lends itself to a rather tight inflection, and no matter who you are if you don’t offer the same inflection to each hira related syllable, you break the flow of language, which makes you sound like you have a slur.
If an untrained american (very little training is required) “hai” sounds like “hi” but so you realize that it’s actualy “hah-aye” said rather quickly and in the same souther lazy melange that military or truckers or other transient professionals develop.
“yes”/”hai” is so common, that it is lazily delivered, so it isn’t easily distinguished form “hi”
The “give you what you want” thread at IB broke 1000 comments yesterday. And we’ve slowed to a crawl here. And that one has to keep being bumped, while this thread is always at the top, thanks to the fine blogging efforts of the lovely Kevlarchick.
Just a few months to go before 1/1/08. Can we make 1000 comments? Hell, that’s almost a given. Should we set our sights a little higher? Perhaps once we get past 1000 comments, we can strive to always be at least one ahead of the IB thread.
At my first job in an advertising agency I put a letter from my boss to Client A in an envelope addressed to Client B. This put my boss in very hot water with Client B because he had assured her he ONLY worked on her account.
BTW, I still have one bedroom with private bath available for the Innocent Bystanders First Annual Super Bowl Party™. Geezer took one; Dave has declined the other (presumably because of silly concerns about Mrs. Dave’s personal safety.)
So, it’s open for KC, Lipstick, Wickedpinto, or whoever amongst the IB regulars asks first.
So, it’s open for KC, Lipstick, Wickedpinto, or whoever amongst the IB regulars asks first.
Cleaning up empty casings, that are blocking your drainage, cleaning up empty casings that are blocking your drainage, or cleaning up armed bombs that are blocking your dainage.
Only 1221 comments to go to crack that 1,000 comment barrier. Since Ace is down and Michael is seriously depressed over the impotence of Michigan football this seems to be the “in” place. Let’s get cracking on those comments.
Hate Vodka, I like more complex flavors, thats why I’m scotch and other whiskeys for my liquor tastes, there are a few sweet licqeurs that I like, like amaretto and midori, but they must be heavily watered. In general, I prefer beers, and I prefer stouts, and and ports.
Want to start your private office arms race right now?
I just got my own USB rocket launcher Awsome thing.
Plug into your computer and you got a remote controlled office missile launcher with 360 degrees horizontal and 45 degree vertival rotation with a range of more than 6 meters – which gives you a coverage of 113 square meters round your workplace.
You can get the gadget here: http://tinyurl.com/2qul3c
I envy those who live where there are seasons. I really would love to experience them. *sigh*
I want crisp autumn air. I want turtlenecks and fires in the fireplace. I want hot chocolate on a brisk day. I want to make snowmen. I want to go snowboarding again.
Places that have seasons don’t work well with hubby’s occupation.
Hubby has a fire going in the fireplace right now and the house has that wonderful smell.
Will do more yardwork in the crisp air tomorrow. Found a maple leaf in the grass today that was the most amazing fluorescent red and orange. It looked like it had been cut from tie-dyed construction paper.
Really do love snow, especially the first few.
Food tastes better in Winter.
But Winter is too long here. February is bitter, and in March when it’s sleeting grey solid icy shit from the sky we’re all about ready to eat a bullet.
Here in Alabama there are only two seasons: football season and then what’s left over after that. I do miss the seasonal changes. It last snowed enough to cover the ground here in Montgomery in February or March of 1997. Gone in about two hours. Contrast that with 11 snow storms in 11 weeks during 1993 – 1994 while I was stationed in Massachusetts. I kind of miss the change in seasons.
Kids who like to be out of school for snow days would like the criteria for school closings here: the threat of a snow flurry will shut down the schools.
Ya see what Dave did there was he ran out into the flat and buttonhooked with the word “titillate” so you can see he was making a reference to the word tit he used in his little whachacallit jap poem there and BOOM! First down.. Brett Farve coulda threaded that one right to him.
guess we’re just letting this place go all to hell in a handbasket, ain’t we?
Seriously, BaGD is just dull and repetitive and boring and dull and dull, but that Herbal Viagra spam links to a long-abandoned, dead and (quite honestly) incredibly offensive, yet amazingly inane site?
I’m really beginning to hate BaDG. I mean really, really hate her. With the white-hot passionate hatred that I usually reserve for Rosetta on the extremely rare occasions when s/he actually writes something humorous.
I keep hearin’ you’re concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you’re givin’ me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin’ in your shoes, I wouldn’t worry none
While you ‘n’ your friends are worried about me I’m havin’ lots of fun
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothin’ to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it’s hard to slow this swinger down
So please don’t give a thought to me, I’m really doin’ fine
You can always find me here, I’m havin’ quite a time
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothin’ to do
It’s good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothin’ to do
Bigfoot in Pennsylvania? Probably camping out in an abandoned mine shaft. Lord knows we had enough of them. You start finding dead hobos near the train tracks you know it is either Sasquatch or else Ace slipped his handcuffs and got loose.
Lipstick, where in PA are you from? I grew up right outside Valley Forge National Park.
Johnstown was the big flood. Lipstick mentioned that Jimmy Stewart was born there. It is a pretty area of the state. Michael what part of eastern Pennsylvania? My great-grandfather and grandfather were born in the Scranton area, coal country. I hunted deer in the Jim Thorpe area a few times and I remember some damn steep hills.
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