September 18, 2003
IEDLL.EXE 'corrupted' searchers...
I keep getting tons of searches for that 'IEDLL.EXE is corrupted' thing.
I really only know two things about it. 1. I have no idea where it came from or how it happens. Sorry. 2. What I did to get rid of it was to run the two Quick Restore discs that came with this computer. What they do is, one disc erases everything, including that corrupted IE file, then the other one puts back all the crap you need. I have to run my modem disc after that, so when I do, I just re-install IE off of that. It gives you an option to do that right at the beginning. I also have to re-install Earthlink. I've only had to do that once so far (THANK YOU, LORD!) and the only problem I have now is once or twice a day, the computer will tell me there's an incoming call and get all fubar. All you have to do for that is close IE and disconnect from your Earthlink-type connection. Give it a few seconds and re-connect and re-open IE. If you want, feel free to email or leave questions in my comments. They are seen by quite a few really smart people who may just have an answer for ya.Just keep checking back in the comments. Or look for an email about it. Good luck!
Posted by: Stevie at 05:57 AM | Comments (58) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Just starting to get a little windy...
It's 5: 18 am, according the cell phone. The wind just started to gust and shake the windows a little bit. About 4 or 5 minutes ago. I just read the Yahoo weather stuff and the National Weather Service says we'll be getting lots of wind, about 2 to 4 inches of rain and that the worst of it will be west of us.
We shall see.
It get's about 80% empty, then it did the wet-the-bed trick I already mentioned.
I fixed that and got more water out of it.
When I went in to check it again, it had about an inch of water left in it and the hose had quit running. So, I hefted that damn thing out of the bed frame, out the door, around the corner and into the bathroom. All I could think of was the worlds largest bovine placenta. I got the thing to the edge of the tub and I figured I'd do the same thing I did when I got it out of the frame. Nuh-uh. Ain't working this time. All I managed to do was roll the water around in the bladder without managing to get any of it except the empty part into the tub. I kept at it til I thought my heart was gonna explode and then I finally went and got Eric. I don't even think he knows he did it.
By this time, the bathroom was gettin' pretty fucked up looking what with having to pull the washer out and all, so I wound up cleaning under the sink, rotating the magazines and books and getting rid of a bunch of shit.
Now, I've got to wash the linens, the towels and 250 lbs. of winter clothes someone gave to Eric. I forgot about them earlier. I still have to wash the dishes, but I'm waiting on hot water. Well, it's probably back, but, shee-it...I just got my breath back. I'm having a cigarette and a WARM (for a change) cuppa coffee.
I also still need to get the rabbits squared away and bring in the bird. Now, if I could only quit screwing around with that 'Guess the TV show/Movie' over at bored.com....
I have stumped that stupid thing with "Tim" starring Mel Gibson, Donald Hollinger from "That Girl", "Room 222" and "Overboard" with Goldie & Kurt. But, I digress. And procrastinate. And loiter. And find other things to do except that which I should be doing.
So-
I'm outta heah...
Posted by: Stevie at 05:40 AM | Comments (65) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Got it.
$40.00-not too bad. Better than sixty. The water bed is draining and it looks like I have a while. I think I've got enough time to not only tell the two'Dad' stories, but also enough time to clean out the rabbit cages and get them in here. There are also a few dishes, a few loads of clothes. Not a lot.
So far, it's still calm here. You can see the same few stars you usually can. (It's so lit up around this area, it's hard to see many of them anyway.) Crickets and tree frog-things are still chirping. No rain. No wind. Yet. They just showed on the news that it's supposed to be headed through Pa. more toward the west than where we are. We're supposed to be getting the eastern edge of it here. Of course, that could change 42 times between now and when it actually gets here. Whatever. The reason Dad'll shit if he gets to see my page in German is because he speaks it. The reason he speaks it is because he's been to Germany about 10 times. The reason he's been to Germany so many times, is that he was stationed there in the Army...along with someone else. If ya know who I mean. They never met, I don't think, they were just there at the same time. Dad fell in love with the place and took my mom there for vacation. I got to go the last time. It is beautiful. It looks pretty much like "The Sound of Music" leads you to think, even though that was shot in Austria. (We went there for a day, too. I almost killed myself trying to jump over a chain partition..got my foot hooked and BOOM in front of about 50 people.) I also had the distinct displeasure of being bitten by the first horse ever...right on the boob. I'd had horses for years. I gotta fly 16 hours to Germany to get bit. Figures. Hell, I had to travel for five days to California in a Peterbilt to get bit by my first ever dog. I thought he would be cool, too, man. He was wearing a bandana. Lil' turd. The bigger dog who was with him, bit him when he bit me. I hope his name was Karma. Anyway, Germany is gorgeous, the people are pretty nice and I'd highly recommend going there if ya have the means. The second Dad story is the one Ted reminded me of. It was July of '81. My Dad had a beautiful black Ford F-150 with a red interior and red stripes. I loved that truck and drove it as often as I could. Dad got this truck after he totalled his Chevy hitting a telephone pole while bending over to pick up a gallon of milk off the floor on a slight curve. He wasn't going too fast and he was okay, but the truck was totalled. The worst part was that he was, like, three payments away from having it paid off.So, he got the Ford. Flash forward about three years or so and I'm drivin' the hell outta this truck. I remember being at Cowtown one day. That's the local rodeo/livestock sale and two-times-a-week-flea-market in Salem Co. I happened to be there one of the few days a week there wasn't something happening. I had driven right up to the arena gate to do something, which I can't remember. Probably because I scared myself so bad over that truck. When I parked it on the hill outside the arena, I put the emergency brake on. After I got done doing whatever-in-the-hell I was doing, I got back in, put it in reverse, went down the hill, put it in drive and went no where. I couldn't get it to do anything except back up. I was freakin'! I thought I had screwed up Dad's truck. I backed from the arena area all the way across this place, about a 1/4 mile, til I found one of the bullriders who happened to live there....Jimmie Lee Walker. I saw him and told him what was going on. He saw I was scared to death, so he hopped in, looked it over, put it in drive, PULLED THE EMERGENCY BRAKE and went forward just as nice as you please. I felt like such a dork....So, anyway, one day in early July, I got up and was reading the local paper. I happened to notice that someone was giving away a Keeshond. So, I went, looked at him and brought him home...in spite of his continual growling. I decided to take the dog over to Daretown Lake to hang out and learn to quit growlin' at me. So, off we go. We had a pretty good time. Til we left. By the time we left, we were getting along a lot better. We were both in the cab of the truck. I had just left the parking lot. I swear I didn't get as far as two telephone poles. I reached a top speed of 15 MPH. I noticed the dog was panting and drooling on the seat, so I went to wipe his mouth off so he wouldn't be spitting on the seat and when I looked over at him, I slightly turned the wheel, apparently. I looked back just in time to see the telephone pole coming at me, so I jerked the wheel to the left and just missed hitting that thing with the dead center of the hood. I hit my face on the steering wheel and broke off a tooth, the dog jumped out the window and there I was. I vaguely remember this old man on a bicycle slowly pedalling by, staring at me while I wandered around with blood on me going "Beep!" "Beep!!" I wasn't crazy, that was that dog's name and no I didn't name him that. Pretty soon this lady came out of a nearby house, probably to see why her electricty went off and she called my Dad and the cops for me. A friend of mine showed up and all I could do was look over my shoulder from in his arms, I was shaking like you wouldn't have believed, and say "I broke Dad's truck. I broke Dad's truck." It was worse than broke. Yep...say it with me...It Was Totalled. At 15 stinkin' miles an hour. This time there were about 6 payments left.
I fully expected Dad to be pissed, but he wasn't. In fact, when he saw the blood from my split lip and busted off tooth, he had tears in his eyes. Which only made me feel worse. When the Staties got done with me, we went to the hospital, then the dentist, then Dad-brave man that he is-let me drive home from the dentist. I dropped him off at home, went back to the lake and found the dog. He was hiding under a picnic table. I had to tie his leash to the doorhandle on the inside and roll up his window to keep him in that car to get him home. Apparently, he'd had about enough of my driving, thanks.
The snot.
Anyway, I got a big 'ol prescription of wookie pills and all I could eat was soup, for the most part. A few days later, Dad went to the store, got me more soup...a bunch of kinds. Then he came home, made me some and gave me the bowl with the straw in it. It was a kind I hadn't had before but it looked and smelled really good. It was cream of chicken. It had bits of mushroom too. Which, for as good as they are, are NOT compatible with your basic straw. I sitting there, watching TV, suckin' up my soup and all of a sudden...occlusion! I almost sucked my face inside out. I pulled the straw outta my mouth and the soup and looked at the end of it. There, jammed about half way in was a sizeable hunk of 'shroom. I fell out laughing and when Dad looked over and saw what was up, he cracked up, too. He denied it, but I swear that was 'Dad karma' for wreckin' his truck. He bought one more really nice Ford pickup after that. That one he sold about a year before it was paid off. I still feel like I owe him a truck.
Oh, great. I now have about 4 more loads of wash. I just went in to see how the beds doin' and the fill spout had fallen over and leaked massive amounts of water on top of the bladder, thru the liner, thru the frame and onto the floor. I threw a shitload of huge assed towels on it and wrapped one around the spout. Why me, Lord? (Breaks into song...) What have I ev-er done, to deserve even one of the shitstorms I've known....? I know what his answer to that is: "Because you piss me off!" He says, while grinding the pad of His thumb on His desk. Sigh. I suppose I oughta go start the mop up. I know I'd rather just move. To Idaho. On a mountain somewhere. Have fun, BE SAFE and I'll be back....someday.
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September 17, 2003
Found one!
I was startin' to worry, tho. I called the Wal-mart I'm familiar with. They don't have one. I called the Wal-mart I was reasonably sure I could find. They didn't have one either.
I finally found the one guy in the whole phone book who deals with waterbeds and he's in Harleysville. Huh? Sounds like a cool place, but I've never been there...that I know of. And, he wants 60 or 70 dollars for the stupid thing. I swallowed hard and got the directions. He tells me County Line to 309N. 309N to 113S. Seven or so miles on the other side of Souderton. In a shopping center. Right next to the WAL-MART. Heh, heh, heh.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:59 PM | Comments (54) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Did I mention...
That I woke up with a slightly damp left elbow and knee? No?
Well, I did. Having cats, I immediately thought the worst. But, this was odorless. Hmmm. I lifted the sheet up a little and saw some water. I wiped it and it oozed right back. I wiped it again, staring hard to see a hole but...nooo. And, it oozed another drop. Then, I noticed a smaller wet spot on down by the foot and one in the corner by my head. Sigh...Biiiiig one this time. So, now, with a hurricane allegedly getting ready to blow me ass away, I have to go to frickin' Wal-mart, encounter, probably, about 300 dimbulbs to get another bladder. IF they have one. As a matter of fact, I suppose I should get on the phone and find one. Might make things easier. I'll be back....Well, of course I'll be back. All my shit is here.Posted by: Stevie at 05:19 PM | Comments (59) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hey, you guys...
I don't know if this means anything or not, but I've got quite a few searches in the site meter for IEDLL.EXE. Most of what I see when I click on it are pages about it being corrupt and how do you fix it.
Is it a virus or something? Be careful, whatever it is. This computer came up with it and it's still doing that funky 'incoming call' thing where I have no call-waiting ti begin with. I don't have a clue how it happened.Although, it is a relief to know I'm not the only one...That must mean it ain't anything I did...
Posted by: Stevie at 04:22 PM | Comments (63) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Unbelieveable...
I was just checkin' the site meter after reading a coupla blogs (Hi, Greg...) and I see this Google search that I clicked on because the search part was for this URL. I clicked, it went and went right to my page but it was in German!
And, I thought it being in 'redneck' dialect was cool. I have got to tell my Dad about this. He'll shit. I have two stories about Dad for later on. One is about why he'll shit and the other is about Cream of Chicken soup. Ted reminded me of it the other day. Poor Baby's got himself one large tooth problem and was just thrilled at the idea of soup for lunch again. Hope you're feeling better, Sweetie.(I was gonna say "Mr. Jones" but two songs went through my head almost simutaneously: The Bee Gee's 'Mr. Jones' and these other lyrics; "Me a-and Mr., Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, Mr. Jo-ones..." lmao So...you can see why I decided not to use that name...Sorry, Ted. I wasn't gonna say anything, but...it was too cute....)
giggle, giggle *snort* giggle....
Posted by: Stevie at 04:12 PM | Comments (60) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Wanna Mambo?September 16, 2003
HAH!
I went off the posting page here at mu.nu and got it back.
And, finished it.
So, there. (Lord God, I wish I could spell a Bronx cheer...)
Posted by: Stevie at 10:46 PM | Comments (61) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Fuck the what?
I'm in the middle of reading my blogroll and it disappeared.
Did Isabelle suck it up and blow it away or WHAT? I can't even get into the blogroll off the old spot. WHY DOES THIS SHIT KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?Damn it.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:59 PM | Comments (63) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Do what?
I must not be caffienated enough, yet. My brain is just not trackiing two things I saw on the first page of Yahoo.
First headline is something like "Sweden arrests FM slayer". Well, good. Being stuck with only AM would suck. Then, the next thing I see is "'8 simple rules' to go on". Okay...how they gonna do that? One knob in the comments section of the message board suggested they do it like 'Weekend at Bernies'. (I'll admit-that kinda made me smirk. I love 'WatB' and John was a great physical comedy guy...but...sigh. Please.) The really stupid thing was said by some bobble-headed, feeble-minded fool at the network. (I'm paraphrasing all but the last part of the last sentence, here...) "Yeah. We're gonna keep doing the show. We're gonna air the three episodes John did do, then we're gonna show re-runs while we figure out how to *expolit this situation, because we can still make money. (* Really paraphrased that one...) Future episodes will take the viewer into the Hennessey household as they deal with the death of Paul and learn to go on. We will play out the situation as real life." That last sentence just begs to be shoved up the guys butt who said it. Mostly because IT IS REAL LIFE, ya frickin' moron. John really died. Didya think he only died out in Hollywood? Nope. He's dead here, too. I'm still shaking my head over that one. Then...excuse me, but was this show not a comedy? Which way are they gonna kill this show? By turning a sit-COM into a sit-DRAMA or are they going to try to carry on in the best show business tradition with 'the comedy must go on'? Whatever they decide to do, they most certainly are not treating it like 'real life'. In real life, sucessful comedies are NOT morbid. And, if they try to be funny about John dropping dead....somebody's gonna get smacked. Hard. The closest thing to funny (and even then you need a really twisted mind to find the humor) about actors dropping dead on the set was Redd Foxx. Now, before anybody gets their panties in a wad, I love Redd Foxx. I not only still watch Sanford & Son on TVLand nearly everyday, I also have tapes of Redd's stand-up. He was wickedly funny and a cute old poop to boot. But, when I heard how he died...I was stunned and kinda giggly in a head-shaking, muttering "Jesus...of all the ways" kinda way. Apparently, when Redd died, it looked just like he was doing his "Here I come. This is the big one!" heart attack thing he did. Except, that time, he didn't get up. Poor ol' guy. Can you imagine those people on the show with him? All watching this, laughing their asses off at Redd's 'routine', then discovering, to their horror, he wasn't kidding? God.But, those network people are about to screw it up royally. They really need to put on their *WWJD caps and think about this. (* What Would JOHN Do?)
Years ago, I watched the HELL out of Hill Street Blues. (Yeah...I still do) When Phil Esterhaus died, they didn't turn it into an episode. They knew that we (the people who regularly watch the show) knew he died. They dedicated the last show he was in to his memory. And, then they mentioned him a couple of times after that. Now, in my opinion, that is handling it like it's 'real life'.
What these asshats out in Hollywood are doing now is trying to figure out how to keep the bucks rolling in without it seeming that way. Think about it. Do ya think John would want his sit-com screwed up by turning it into a drama? I doubt it. Do ya think he'd like to be exploited in death? I doubt it. Do ya think those heartless Hollywood head-honchos really give one damn about John Ritter the human being? I doubt it. Not the way they're acting.
WRING IT, MAN. Wring all the money and ratings and whatever the hell you can get out of it, out of it.
For the love of GOD, whatever you all decided to do, do not treat viewers like they have any brain function whatsoever. Do not realize the fact that we KNOW the man died. Do not handle it in a tasteful fashion. Do not do what the producers of Hill Street did. Do not have any thoughts past what this mess could do to your wallets. Do not have any regard AT ALL for anyone but your network and it's profits. Assholes.
Rest in Peace, if ya can, John.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:18 PM | Comments (59) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Sniglets
These are a few sniglets, which are words not found in the dictionary that should be. They were made up, originally, by Rich Hall and his friends. If you've ever suffered through the excuse for SNL during the 80's, you proabably saw Tim Kazurinsky doing things like these during Weekend Update. Only difference is that these words are shorter. Oh, and these are funny.
Alfalfabet (al fal' fuh bet): Backward letters used primarily on signs made by children. Auldlanxiety (old lang zi' et ee): Waking up hungover on New Years Day and wondering how much of a fool you made of yourself the night before. Awslice (aww' slice): The first slice of a wedding cake that makes all the guests sigh. Azugos (as' you goes): Items left on stairs and newell posts to be carried upstairs by the next ascending person. Barcuuming (bar' ku ming): Removing the crumbs from under the table using the family dog. Chocozipper (chok' oh zip ur): Tab that releases a Hershey's kiss. Diagonerd ( dy ag' oh nurd): Idiot who angles across two or more parking spaces to keep other people from parking too close. .. ..Dunken Hacken (dun' kin ha' kin): Violent coughing spell brought on by accidentally inhaling the white powered sugar from a doughnut. Futility Infielder (few til' ih tee in' feel dur): Guy who tries to stop a grounder by throwing his glove at it. Hemoplugs (hee' moh plugz): Small bits of toilet paper applied to shaving wounds. Jujuspection (joo' joo spek shun): Holding jujubes up to the movie screen to see what flavor they are. Memosphere (meh' moh sfeer): The part of the sky one searches when trying to remember something. Nicameasles (nik' a mee zulz): Brown dots on the front of a ball players uniform from spitting tobacco and missing. *Special for GREG*
Nuttonbutton (nut'n butn): Device at intersections marked 'Push to Cross'. Pencicopter (pen' sih kop ter): Classroom invention made of a pencil and a ruler druing times of extreme boredom. Poptroopers (pahp' trew purz): Popcorn kernels that leap over the side of the container when it's being handed across the counter. Schlitzstop (shlitz' stop): The guy in an amateur game who thinks he can handle both his position and a beer at the same time. Scorbage (skor' bahj): Wadded up trash hurled at the trashcan from across the room. Showershroud (show' ur shrowd): Shower curtains that inexplicably wrap around you while you shower. Squinchooing (skwin chew' ing): Looking at the sun to expedite a sneeze. Tatercrater (tay' tur kray' tur): Hole made in mashed potatoes to hold the gravy. Vegemat (vej' mat): Piece of green or brown lettuce placed under a lump of jello or cottage cheese. Wavoids (way' voydz): People who bob up and down in the ocean trying to stay dry above the waist.
I saved the most relevant (if not funniest) one for last. Blog (blahg): Overly generous deposits of fish food floating on the surface of the aquarium. Do y'all believe that shit? The book was published 17 years ago. Maybe weblogs were around then, but I sure had never heard of 'em.
For some frickin' reason, I can't seem to get this one, particular commercial out of my head. One line keeps playing, over and over.
"Next, ve haff svimvair..." Remember that Russian fashion show? I don't even know what they were selling. I hope not the svimvair. One commercial I adore is for Visa, I think. It's got the best lookin' booger on the planet in it-Charlie Sheen. The one that ends with Martin sayin' he was Charlie when he came in.....So cool. Off to the next post....
Posted by: Stevie at 03:49 AM | Comments (61) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 15, 2003
Thank you....
MISTER Dickweed.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:02 PM | Comments (58) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Must. Not. Kill. Computer.
Want to, though. This thing is makin' me nuts. It keeps showing me a message box saying there's an incoming call and do I want to take it or ingore it. I say ignore it and then the hard drive starts making dial-up noises and it gets all f'ed up.
I had to re-boot this whole got-damned thing already. Besides the phantom calls, it kept telling me that C:\WINDOWS\IEDLL.EXE may be corrupt, please re-install and try again. No 'help' button, no explantions, no Net. WHAT IS DOING THIS? Granted, it's cool to fix shit, but it would be immensly better to know what I'm fixing and how to prevent it. A few of you guys may be getting an email from me containing my cell phone number. Then, if I disappear for too long, somebody can save this things LIFE by being able to get ahold of me and, hopefully, help me fix it. Now...PUBLISH THIS POST, YA DICKWEED!Posted by: Stevie at 09:01 PM | Comments (60) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 14, 2003
What a feeling that must be.
The first thing I want to say is Ho-lee shiT! Harrier jump jets are the coolest things I've ever seen. Watching a pilot put one of those monstrous machines through it's paces will take your breath away. It looked like Showring Dressage Class for jets. The first thing it did was streak by at about 1.5 million MPH. If ya blinked, ya missed 'im. Then he does the go-straight-up-til-ya-pass-by-a-satellite thing and the 'free fall' back down to about 6 feet off the ground. Then he shoots off again and comes back by going about 50 MPH. How anything can go that slow and not fall....amazing. Then, in mid-air, he stops. In MID AIR! Then, like it's no big deal, he goes backwards for a while. Then, he hovers again, spins on a dime, goes side to side, like right to left and back in a straight line while facing the crowd. Then he turns back with the runway under him the right way, hangs there for a few minutes, then shoots straight up, goin' about 0-6000 in 4.6 seconds. It was fuckin' awesome. I don't know why, but it had me choking up a little and there were tears forming watching this. My heart was GONE.
The first thing going through my mind, was the thought of how cool beyond description it must feel to control that much power. (If ya hear Tim Allen grunting, good. So do I.) To be able to DO those things with that jet.... I'll bet ya there's not one Naval or Air Force pilot on the planet with a low-self-esteem problem. If they ever even start feeling like that, somebody should just show them a videotape of themselves doing that stuff. Then, they'll see and remember how unbelieveably awesome they are. I know how good it feels to ride a well-trained horse that you trained yourself and look good doing it. I'm assuming that doing those maneuvers with those jets feels like that....times a thousand, at least. My next thoughts came to me while we were watching a Stealth bomber sneak around up there. When one a those things is right over top of you and you don't hear much engine...it messes with your mind. I just kept thinking that if I were one of those fucknoodles bin Laden or Heussein, I'd just shit myself if I pissed off people who had jets like these to come after my ass with. You wouldn't even need to have 'em armed. Just fly what looks like a regular fighter jet over top of me and have it STOP. And, hang there. Then spin and shoot straight up. If I hadn't yet just dissolved into the ground out of terror, you'd be able to finish me off with the Stealth. Let me see that space craft lookin' booger over top my head....Uh-huh. I'd be peein' right into my Harley boots. I always thought those Iraqi's were a little deranged, blowing themselves up along with everybody else with suicide bombs. But, they're even more fucked up than I thought. They know we have these things. And still, they wanna play. Insane bastards. Last year, they had a Peterbilt tractor with a jet engine powering it. That thing went alllll the way down to the end of this one runway. He sat there, warming it up I guess. They had a plane, mid-sized like a 6 or 8 passenger private jet, come flying up from behind this truck. At a certain point, the guy driving the truck takes off. When the plane catches up with him and pulls ahead a little, the guy driving the truck fires the jet engine and this fuckin' Peterbilt smokes the airplane. It was like the ultimate Redneck wet dream. A white Peterbilt tractor, with 60 feet of flames flyin' out behind it, while it beats the shit outta an airplane, speed-wise. Incredible. Getting there-to the air show- is a whole 'nother story. Rick was a pain, of course, but just seeing the jump jet made it woth that and the four mile hike we ended up on. More about that later. I do believe I'm gonna try a little fishing. I got some big-assed night crawlers last night after the rain stopped. Some of those things look like small snakes. I shall return.Posted by: Stevie at 06:16 PM | Comments (64) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Here it is.....
There's a line in the the first Porky's movie that seems to be a reoccuring theme in my life.
"Everytime we go somewhere, you find a way to fuck it up." Yep. This is someting I am used to feeling the need to say. I'm just not sure whom to address it to. Hell, maybe it's Karma and I worked for Attilla the Hun in a previous life. I dunno. I just know the feeling. All week long me, Eric and George have been talking about going to the air show at Willow Grove Naval Air Station. Eric and I went last year and loved it, in spite of the fact that I pretty much hate stupid people, absolutely hate crowds, get phobic at the idea of crowds of stupid people and the fact that it kept sprinkling. Well, it's kinda rainy again this year, too. For starters. And, the idea of being around even one stupid person too closely is bad enough. Like being around a large crowd of mostly stupid people is enough. But, combine the two and your looking at two strikes and me wound up tight enough to deliver a fastball right through the concrete and steel construction of the stadium itself and half way down the damn block. Right now, I'm sitting here, trying to wake up enough to make sense and my stomach is slowly, yet tightly, knotting up. And, I'm beginning to feel the first stirrings of "Get .Me. Outta. This." (I'd prefer it to be 'gracefully', but it's not necessary.) The reasons for this are varied. And, multiple. I can handle the weather, the crowds and the potential for endless stupidity, but having to bring it with us at the last second is really making me just want to stay here, in peace and just finish reading Death's Door.Eric just stopped by to give me an updated on his schedule and when he'll be done so I'll know what time to shoot for to be ready. He also said that one of the guys who works here wants to go with us. Sigh. Why the...who the...Damn it. Now, I'm hoping for some act of God to prevent me from having to deal with this shit. I'll explain later, maybe, why I hate this idea. (Although the idea of spending the necessary time writing out the reasons why I feel like I do about him makes me want to quit writing.) Suffice it to say, there have been times in the not too recent past that I've had to keep myself from kickin' the old boys ASS, we've done this kinda thing with/for him before and regretted it, the car we're going in is a Firebird and the idea of him being THAT close makes me pre-angry, he smokes stinky-farkin' pipe tobacco CONSTANTLY (half his beard is YELLOW from it), he speaks half the time in this FAKE Irish brouge, he can't keep his fuckin' hands or opinions to himself and he always asks about if we're 'still going' to stuff like this. That is his way of guilt tripping Eric into asking him if he wants to go, too. Which, he usually does. Which, I wish he wouldn't.
Just now, Eric stopped by to tell me what he's up to and for how much longer and shit. Then he says "Oh...and Rick asked bwah, bwah, bwahbwahbwah." After 'Rick asked' my hearing registered his voice as being the one for the teacher from the Peanuts cartoons. I didn't need to hear the specific words. I knew where this was going. I sighed. My shoulders slumped and my head got all "Oh God. Oh shit. Now what do I do?" Things have enough of a possibility of turning into a clusterfuck trying to get three people to stick to any kind of 'same plan' as to how long to stay, where to go once you get there...that kind of shit. The last thing ya need at a thing like this is an extra, autonomous, brain-dead dickweed to have to consider. And, not lose in the crowd. (No matter how frickin' easy it would be and how BADLY ya want to.) Where is a child with the sniffles (Yeah, I watch the Brady Bunch, so what?) whan ya need one to use as an excuse to get outta doing something? Kids and cops. Ya never think you're gonna need one, then when ya do...where'd they all go? Wanna make one of either show up? Easy. Just start trying to do anything FUN. They'll be there before the first exhale, in my experience. Anyway...I guess I'd better go. Get ready. Drink about a half a bottle of Tequila Rose.....something. Sitting here is helping my stomach, but it's also garnering me some pointed stares, too. Yo, God. Could you distract that goofy old sumbitch long enough for us three to make it outta here? Please? If it becomes too much effort for you to mentally engage that braindead dipshit, how's about a well placed little lightening stroke? You do remember what I look like, right? Good. Just enough so that nobody'll give me a bag of shit for not going. IF he's gotta go, too. Okay? Thanks, God. I'll be back. I hope. Now, go read Death's Door. Read the archives. Read the crumpled up shit in this guys wastebasket. He is that good.
I sure as Hay-ell which I could...sigh.
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Ooh, yeah....
Got the house clean and smelling goood. I burnt an incense that compelled me to find my Barry White tapes and he is now rocking my world.
I felt so bad when he died, I literally cried.Just like SRV. And John Lennon. And, Skynyrd. (Most of them, anyway.) My God...I love Barry. Mm-mmm-mmm. I'm also making Eric cinnamon buns with cream cheese frosting. You know, those "Grands" things? They're ALL going straight out to the parlor. I honestly don't even want one.
Even if I did, who can think about stupid cinnamon buns with Barry White purring, growling and singing in your ear and up your spine? Not me, man. Grrrr.
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Three specific places....
at bored.com are unbelieveable.
First, there's 'Guess the TV Show/Movie". Go to the bathroom, get a fresh cuppa coffe and another pack of smokes before you even start this one. It's hard to stop doing. Next, we have the one that shows you satellite photos of specific locations. Click the Address link and enter a street address. You can zoom it in, out, left, right, up and down. I found the farm I worked on in Jersey and the house I live in now. Too cool. (It's called Terra-something. I forget. Sorry. You'll find it.) Third, is the Dialectizer. I chose 'Redneck' and typed in the URL of this blog. I almost hurt myself laughing, reading that rant from yesterday about that chick, written in 'Redneck'. It is funny.Back to cleaning the house now. I'm almost done. All I have left is straightening up and vacuuming the living room and folding clothes as they get done. After the straightening and vacuuming and during the folding detail, I'll be, for the most part, back at Death's Door. His archives are excellent reading, too. Then, God help me, there's his old site SeasonToRisk.com (just typed, not a link...ya saw how that went earlier.)
I have found an answer for Greg to a question he asked a month or so back about those street crossing buttons. It's in a book I have called 'Unexplained Sniglets of the Universe.' (snig' lit: any word that doesn't appear in the dictionary, but should.)
I'll get into that later. You won't believe the word they use to describe blobs of fish food floating on top of the water. Ya just won't.
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September 13, 2003
Gee, what a surprise.
The frickin' link disappeared.
Just go click on the blogroll.
My eye is starting to twitch.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:30 PM | Comments (63) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I like this guy so much...
In case it doesn't work, it's in my blogroll- Deaths Door. Go. Read. He's great.Posted by: Stevie at 07:28 PM | Comments (59) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Bored?
Go check out bored.com.
It kicks ass!Posted by: Stevie at 03:55 AM | Comments (62) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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