I'm Getting Old

Still having computer problems at home, god dammit.
Anyway's, I haven't forgotten y'all. Have a nice day and listen to this old classic.



BTW, I see I bear an uncanny resemblance to Pete Townsend.

Somebody Slap This Fucking Guy Part TWO

Fucking Lieberman, again.

Dirty no good sanctimonious pustule.

One fucking guy holding Congress hostage.
It is very telling when you look at it from here that the fucking Democrats are a bunch of fucking pussies.
Lieberman isn't even a Democrat, he is an Independent/Republican Light after he got his ass handed to him by Lamont.


Lieberman needs to be invited to a sack party, Stat.

Somebody Slap This Fucking Guy

Jesus Christ, I tell ya, if I could only get with in kicking distance of this asshole.

To Sir, With Love

Somebody got with the program and said fuck that shoe throwing business.

Wake the fuck up Congress critters,fashion trends come out of Italy, ya know?

A Day Late And A Dollar Short

Fucking bastards!
The weather dudes all said it was supposed to be in the forties today.
Instead, I woke up to freezing rain and it is STILL colder than hell.

Even the fucking cats are trying to snuggle.
MMMPH< Covering my head with a blanket.
I am afraid to take a piss, my hands are frozen.
Trying to keep the furnace down but fuck this noise, I ain't doing anyone any favors by being a fucking popsicle.

Bonus round, I can hear the rain hitting the roof, guess what that means.

Five Dead Meeces

Damn, have I been having technical difficulties or what?
Five fucking dead mouses in a week.
I finally got pissed off and pitched 'em, went to Radio Fucking Shack and bought a Goddamn wireless sumbitch, came home and.....
nothing.

Duh, batteries not included, stupid.
Par for the course, we had a big blast of freezing rain, just for fun.
I finally got out of the fucking driveway at eleven o'clock this morning to drive three blocks, to get some fucking batteries.
Batteries I have, just not the tiny little needle dick bug fucker type.
Sheese.
Hopefully I can just motor along for a while without some major malfunction for fucks sake!

Oh Yes, They Are Watching

Went to the Dollar store yesterday. Spent One Hundred and Two dollars.
They had soup stacked up in flats, I bought two flats.
Went to check out and the weasel fucking manager was hovering over the check out girl, wringing his hands together, literally.
He counted the soup cans and was visibly relieved when it came out to twenty one. Twenty four is the magic number he said.
Just so ya know.

I almost laughed at the guy.
Soup?
What the FUCK is this, Russia? East Germany? Jesus Christ, I coulda bought every fucking can they had, ever heard of a place called America? We buy shit by the tractor trailer load, idiot.

The fucking guy was worried that some skinny little motherfucker bought twenty four cans of soup in a country with Three Hundred Million citizens?

I am sitting here shaking my head.
It ain't like they are bullets, asshole.

Sweet Dreams Baby

I lost a beautiful friend recently and went to the Memorial tonight.
Such a sad waste of a beautiful lady. She was absolutely full of life, you could hear her laugh half way around the block when she was having a good time.
I also heard that another friend that has no family is going to get the plug pulled today. That unfortunate decision was thrust upon my boss, who had known the old guy since he was sixteen. I knew the man well, he was my parts driver. What a character. His name was Fred but he he didn't like that, so ya had to call him by his middle name, Rodgers. Not Rodger, Rodgers, think that didn't fuck people up.
He was a collector, the last time I went to see him, he had over forty goddamn machete's laying on the floor and over fifty different bottles of Hot sauce sitting on the counter. He was so good at collecting weird shit, the boss gave him a damn container box to put his shit in. I have no idea what is going to happen to all that shit, maybe a giant garage sale to pay the medical bills.
The lady and I spent a lot of time together at times, she was a bartender in a bar with no customers.
I would go in and order an asshole in a glass, she knew what it was and we would have juke box wars. Lori loved the blues, especially Texas Blues, and we would go back and forth on the juke box. She would get bored and come next door and I would buy her a shot of tequila to keep her busy. Down to earth and tougher than nails, it is hard to imagine she is gone.
We were good friends and she would not even accept a ride to work when she was six blocks away, in the rain.

Sometimes, life and death comes and goes on the same day, the UPS guy isn't that predictable either.

I am greatly saddened today.
Rest in Peace, both of ya. You both deserve it, great friends.

Sleinte.

Zappadan Continues

Here is my contribution, some wise advice here,

Don't Eat Yellow Snow!

I thought this to be appropriate as it has been below freezing here for a week now and the forecast is snow and freezing rain tonight.

Go see Mark over at Fried Green Al Quedas for more Zappadan goodness.


Damn near eleven minutes of classic Zappa here and now!

Ten

Degrees that is.
It's still frozen here. A bunch of the trucks at work are now in the shop defrosting. When it gets that kind of cold the air valves freeze up if there is one drop of moisture in the air system.
No rest fer the wicked. I am all kinds of busy this morning.
It is supposed to start warming up on Sunday.

My Buddy here has a friend who gave him some surplus Coast Guard insulated coveralls and one pair was too big for him.
Bright orange and very toasty, as a matter of fact I am sweating.
These things are the shit, I'm telling ya!

Colder Than A Well Diggers Ass

12 fucking degrees this morning and Winter is still two weeks away.

The water lines going to the Weasel Den have been frozen solid four four days now. Gotta love having some bottled water stashed away.Even the sixty gallon storage tank is frozen.
Miserable shit.
I see someone did finally cut down that dead tree behind my place last weekend. I could kiss whoever that was.
I have been worried about that thing coming down on top of me since I moved over there.
It happened to my neighbor, there was another one right next to it and it broke off in a windstorm and went through his trailer like a knife through butter and he was in it!

He got lucky and didn't get hurt but I saw first hand what the results were and it wasn't pretty.
I just happened to move into the exact same spot.
One less thing to worry about.
I am just hoping none of my water lines are burst, just waiting to spray water everywhere once they thaw out.
That could be very, ugly.

This Is Still Good

Gotta love that Suzie Q.
Joe Lieberman is still a dick though.



14 friggin degrees here in Vancouver this morning.

BRRRR!!

Miss Me Much?

Oh yeah, sure.
Anyways, a little something to keep you busy for a minute,
71 pictures of trashy little sluts with tattoos.

You know yer going to.

I'll find something else to rant about later when I have more time.

Away From Keyboard

Hit the Blogroll.

Kerosene Lanterns Suck Ass

I managed to pop a couple of fuses in the Weasel Den tonight and wound up getting the little kerosene lanterns out.
A fucking candle would have been just as effective.

These things are fucking dangerous.
Try filling one of these little bastards up by the light of another one some time.
When it gets full?
Yeah, shit flows all over the table, next to an open flame. Want some more light out of the damn thing? It can do that, if you are prepared to chew on a constant stream of black, nasty assed smoke that comes out of the chimney.
I now have a dish rag that I could lite up and send a distress signal half way across town. While I was messing around in the dark with these damn things, I managed to get the LITTLE, TINY, light over the stove to come on. This is the light in your fucking glove box. That sonofabitch put out more damn light than FOUR of the Hurricane lanterns I had lit up!

The Hurricane lanterns are about fucking useless, unless you hang them by your ankles to keep you from tripping on shit while you try to find a light.

It's no wonder people couldn't read back in the Nineteenth Century.

In an actual emergency, I would tell you that these things are more likely to start a house fire or kill you with the soot and Carbon Monoxide as they are to do ya a bit of good.

Just my opinion but it was a real eye opener.

One More Thing Before Night Night

Fuck Newt Gingrich.
On a scale of One to Ten, the guy is a fucking FIFTEEN when it comes to being a sanctimonious fucking asshole.
Rush Limbaugh is a twenty five.

Glenn Beck is off the charts and Sarah Palin couldn't suck my dick if I was passed out with my pants around my ankles.

Limbaugh might try, from what I hear.Good luck with your FOURTH marriage, asshole.

Karl Rove wants to be the Maid of Dis Honor.

I lost ALL of my Bookmarks

This is a sorry state of affairs, I had about a hundred and fifty book marks in one category alone,if ya see this and recognize me from your comments, do me a favor and leave a link to your site in the comments. Some of ya know who I am talking to.

I'm Baaaack.

Huge thanks to my buddy and another guy who shall remain nameless.

You guy's rock.

I went through three meeces and two keyboards but I am back. It's gonna be four,but a mouse is cheap these days.

Ya gotta love friends.

Thank You guy's.
I currently have about a quarter mile of cables and shit spread across my bed, soon, a bunch of it will go away. Now I need to get one of those slim monitors. Christmas is coming, I'll get one for myself.

Oh. Fuck You ,Ben Dover,ya Right wing Cunt Wart.I ain't bending over for you or anyone else. I be a pitcher, not a catcher.
Thanks fer stopping by though. just remember, I can delete shit as fast as I find it.Fun is Fun and I have a sense of humor if ya can't tell.

Y'all have a nice day now.

Whoo Hoo! I don't have to wait twenty fucking minutes to get on line.

This is SO sweet.

Goldman Sachs Employees Arming Themselves Against The Masses

I read that and laughed out loud.
Here is the first paragraph of an article in Bloomberg by Alice Schroeder. Read the rest at the link.

Commentary by Alice Schroeder

Dec. 1 (Bloomberg) -- “I just wrote my first reference for a gun permit,” said a friend, who told me of swearing to the good character of a Goldman Sachs Group Inc. banker who applied to the local police for a permit to buy a pistol. The banker had told this friend of mine that senior Goldman people have loaded up on firearms and are now equipped to defend themselves if there is a populist uprising against the bank.

I can tell those crooked motherfuckers one thing right off the bat,
YOU DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH AMMUNITION.

If the masses literally got pissed off enough to come after you, there wouldn't be enough left of you to wipe off the soles of my boots.

You damn straight we are pissed off at you thieving cocksuckers,justifiably so.

Now go play tough guy with your butt buddies and start sweating.

You see, We The People are armed to the fucking teeth and no little pistol is going to save your asses if we decide we have had enough of your lying, cheating and outright stealing, take that to the bank, bitches.

What A Guy.

My buddy, who reads this blog, works with some high end computers and he asked a guy at work if he had one laying around. He said he needed a case and he would build me one. I just got off the phone with my friend, the guy brought in a case, is putting it together and hopefully by this time tomorrow, I will be cruising teh toobz again.
Dude, you know who you are,you fuckin' ROCK!!

Thank you from the bottom of my rotten little heart.