September 10, 2003
Susie...
The address for the cat that follows your mouse shows up in the address bar as:
http://www.speeds-cartoons.com/flash2/cat-follows-mouse.htm Someday, if I ever learn linking, this kinda stuff would be easier. In the meantime...Posted by: Stevie at 04:23 PM | Comments (58) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
That's odd...
The time is better, now, except it stuck that post (and probably this one) UNDER the last large post. So, the time is chronological, but the posts are out of order.
I don't mind this, I just didn't want ya to think I did that....
Posted by: Stevie at 04:04 PM | Comments (60) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
The time is now...
correct, I hope.
We shall see.Posted by: Stevie at 04:00 PM | Comments (63) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I am outta heah....
New address is http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu
I just typed this in. Y'all know how bad Blogsplat and I get along when it comes to links...
Maybe when I've been awake for a while, I'll figure it out. In the meantime....I'll be around somewhere. (Probably accidentally messing something up.)
Posted by: Stevie at 01:22 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Test Post
Test test test
There was a merry passenger,A messenger, a mariner,
He built a gilded gondola
To wander in, and had in her
A load of golden oranges
And porridge for his provender.
Posted by: Stevie at 12:38 PM | Comments (67) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Now..ya smartass...
Hah, ya stupid template! I got my archives back...sort of. They are safely stored in my favorites. I went into the site meter, clicked on that Buford Pusser search and it took me back to when I had my archives, so I took the opportunity to favorite both months. Ya lil booger.
And....
I'm moving to mu.nu. I'm not sure exactly when, but 'ever' suits me fine. I'll definitely put the link here (or new address-whatever...y'all know me and linking) when I do move. In the meantime, I'll keep chuuging away here.
After I get up. After I go to bed-real soon. I've got Eric up and on his merry way. Now, if I can just peel myself away from here, my poor, sand-filled, crossed eyes would sure appreciate it. So would my mushy, pin-prick hemorrhaging brain. And, my stiffern-a-guy-on-Viagra back. So, I guess I'll give in...for a while.
See ya's later...
Posted by: Stevie at 05:37 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
LMAO
I had to go back and fix a coupla words in that last post. The one that's got me lmao, is that I typed "Shook me all night log" instead of 'long'. Sorta the same thing, sorta not, huh? Sounds like something a Beatle would say....shook me all night log...God. More to the point, it sounds like a Beatle (probably Ringo) describing what he does after he pees.
I'm outta here....
Posted by: Stevie at 03:39 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Five questions...one more time
Actually, Geoff gave us nine questions. The extras were in case we didn't feel comfortable answering the first five. I've decided to give 'em all a shot. Two or three of 'em won't be easy to answer, but, what the hell. I'll give it my best shot.
1. Should marriage between same sex couples be federally recognized? Why or why not?
I really don't see why not. If any two people can find love and committment in this f'ed up world, who is the government to stand in their way? God knows that couples comprised of a man and a woman can be a horrid combination and that they can and do perpetrate their dysfunction upon children and the rest of society. We all already pay for that. Yet, they get all the help and all the 'federal recognition'. Give same sex couples a break. They need help taking care of each other, too. And, I'll bet ya a disproportionate number of them are better people and couples than heterosexuals. Hell, they can't be much worse. Fucking with people based on who they sleep with is utterly stupid. Our asinine government should use all that wasted energy they spend on screwing with same sex couples on say...terrorists, for example. Or homeless people. Or improperly schooled children. Whatever. There are a lot better things our government could be doing than worrying about who sleeps with whom.
2. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you spend it doing?
Well, this one's easy. I've always said that if I were a guy I spend days on end playing with my winkie. I'd be peeing on everything that couldn't run away. And, trying for a few things that could. Man, it is so not fair. Guys get to pee whenever and wherever they want. We women have to trek about 40 miles, usually, to find a bathroom that the bitch ahead of us peed on the seat in and that has no toilet paper.
If I could be one specific guy, I'd be Eric so I could see what he sees in me. Besides, after I'd figured that out, I'd have sooo much to play with....
3. What does the American flag mean to you?
Now, this one ain't easy. September 11, 2001 screwed me all up. I used to just look at it like a red, white and blue piece of cloth that our politicians pissed all over. They made it mean next to nothing for me. I adopted the Georgia State flag and the POW flag as my flags. They meant something. Then, Georgia caved and changed their flag to some rag I can't even bear to look at. Idiots. But, I still have the POW flag. Not even the damn government can ruin the meaning of that flag. Then.....9/11/01. Now, the American flag means to me: Todd Beamer.
His courage, bravery, balls and faith changed me. The American flag stands for him now, to me. For him and for what our leaders should be...but aren't.
4. Is the war in Iraq illegal? Support your answer.
I'm not sure I understand this one. 'Illegal'...as in against the law? Apparently not, as it is being done. Is it wrong? Only that it took us so long to do it. We should have started it on 9/12/01. Besides, isn't it 'illegal' and wrong to hijack airplanes, fly them into buildings and kill thousands of people? Fuck the legalities. Those towel-headed pricks started this shit, let's finish it. And them.
5. Some states require community service for people on public assistance. Is this appropriate? Why?
I think so. The public is helping you, you help the public. Besides, we don't need these people getting used to not working, now do we? If I ever accepted any kind of public assistance, I'd feel compelled to do something constructive in return. Makes sense, too. Are you sure a government of some kind thought of this?
6. If you could bed down anyone alive today, who would it be and why did you choose them?
Jeez, Geoff. Who do you hang around with that you felt the need to specify 'alive'? (You're scarin' me, Big Guy.) I take it you mean besides Eric. Seeing how I just started an AC/DC CD, Malcolm Young springs to mind. Fuckin' gorgeous...and then there's that whole 'cut your cake with my knife' thing. I've always wondered about that. (Wondered who came up with such a dorky way to say "I wanna fark you", that is.) Let's see....Kurt Russell is awesome. Dwight Yoakam also comes to mind. With those tight-assed jeans he wears, I'd like to get him naked to see why there's no pleasing bulge in the front. (Needledick, no doubt.) I don't know....who, who, who? Hmmm. Acidman so Da Goddess's head would explode? Nononono. Ummmm.....Dude, I am just so completely in love with and satisfied by Eric, I can't think of anybody. If I do, I'll come back to this one.
7. Of all your possessions, which would you hate to lose the most?
Discounting Eric and my animals because they are not 'possessions', I'd have to say my car. That would screw everything all up and be a complete pain in the ass to replace.
8. What car best suits your personality?
Well, I love my Firebird, but I'd trade it for an F-150 in a skinny minute. The 'Bird suits my 'adult' personality. A really solid, kick-ass Ford pickup suits all of my personality perfectly. Think totally tweaked truck with big tires, roll bar, tool box, lights, gun rack, sliding back window, 4-wheel drive, retarded bumper stickers...a black Ford with red pin-striping like that. A real Redneckmobile. Give me one of those, an Army Corp. of Engineers river dike, a gravel pit or a mudhole and watch the fun. Or, better yet, come with me...if ya dare.
9. Why do you blog?
Release. To dump all the crap outta my head and maybe find some answers to shit that's been makin' me crazy forever. It's also nice to find out that there are people who think the same things I do and feel the same ways I do about things. Besides, it's legal...which my other form of 'therapy' is not.
Whew.
Well, if there's anyone who wants to answer some questions, just say so. I won't do what I did last time. Last time, I asked for a comment to that affect and got one that said "comment" and ran with it. This time, feel free to comment. Unless you say so, I won't take it as a request to be interviewed. Okay?
Cool. (AC/DC kicks ASS!) "Shook me all night long" is what's playing right now. I'll be back shortly...of course. I'm only 5'8". (Do I have a choice about it being 'shortly'?)
Posted by: Stevie at 03:31 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Da Blues...
For some reason tonight, I've found myself writing about Stevie Ray Vaughan all over the place. To me, he is the best guitar player there is, was or will be in my lifetime. Of course, there are about a hundred guys in second place, but not one of them is Stevie Ray. Not only does he own my heart because of himself and his guitar playing, he'll always mean more to me than any other guitar player because of how I found out about him.
One of the best friends I've ever had in my life, in terms of having things in common and feeling the same way about stuff and understanding what can't be articulated was Anderson Wood Harris. Also known as Andy, also known as Dru.
He was (murdered) killed by an inattentive truck driver (asshole) several years ago. The jerk-off Olde Dominion driver ran a stop sign and managed to wedge Andy's truck under his trailer and drag him about a quarter of a mile up the road sideways. That Chevy pickup was buried to beyond the windshield under that fuckhole's trailer. He ground Andy's rims into the shape of the capital letter "D", at night and didn't know he'd hit anything. How the fuck do you not notice something like that? How do you miss the sparks from his rims being ground down? How did ya miss all the signs leading up to the stop sign, not to mention the stop sign itself? How did ya miss the earth-shaking bang? Probably too busy playing with his stereo, CB or dick. God, forgive me, but I hope the waste-of-humanity that (murdered) killed Andy had the decency to kill himself, too.
Any-friggin'-way....
After Andy was (murdered) killed, I spent quite a bit of time with his destroyed pickup. In it, I found a tape that Andy had made himself, of several artists he liked. We had been listening to it when we went to his GrandDad's funeral just a coupla weeks before. It had dirt in it and was beat up, but I kept it. I cleaned it up and popped it into my stereo when I thought I'd be able to handle it. I recognized most of the people he had on there; Roy Orbison, Marty Robbins...people like that. But, there was this one instrumental that I had heard before on Howard Stern's show, but I had no idea who it was. I asked a guy I knew in a band and he said "It sounds like Stevie Ray Vaughan." It was. Within a month, I owned every tape Stevie had made, two videos and a coupla books. I fell in love with the guy. The whole SRV experience was like a gift from Andy after he died (was ripped so rudely from my life). I don't think of one without the other comin' through, too and I believe they're together, somewhere, playing the blues, smokin' a doobage, waitin' for me. Andy is, anyway. He'll introduce me when I get there. The fact that both of these gifted, unique individuals were taken from us too soon by incompetant, inattentive, stupid assholes just makes them both more special to me. If ya start fuckin' with either one of them, ya get my blood up, my respect for you diminishes and I pity you for your obvious lack of brain function. If you bad-mouth Stevie, I just figure you're too ignorant to get it. Your loss. Ya fuck with Andy, you'll meet the business end of my "Pusser Club". (Yet another reason I'm glad to be out of Salem County, NJ.) (The "Pusser Club" is a signed axe handle I bought while visiting the "Buford Pusser Home and Museum". )
Someone earlier tonight (who shall remain nameless, even though he did almost piss me off-like he cares)
was saying that his favorite artist made a lot of money from a song with three chords.
So?
Stevie knew and used all the chords.
So, ppppfffftttt to ya.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:13 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Wow!!!!
I've never been prouder of a search query than I am of the one for Buford Pusser. Someone found me while lookin' for him.
Damn.
That's one association I am very dad-gum proud of...
People have come here looking for Alloway, NJ (the town I grew up in), Biff Rose (the guy I associate with the song 'Buzz the Fuzz') and all other kindsa strange shit. But, to find me when you're lookin' for Buford?
I do like that.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:39 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 09, 2003
Speakers are cool....
One good thing about the last computer dying like it did, is the fact that this computer showed up with speakers attached.
That's right...the entire time I've been messing around on computers, I've never used one that made noises before. I was so used to that, I didn't even think to plug these speakers in until a day or two ago.
Well, my God....the things I been hearing lately. And, the animals reactions to it are beyond hysterical.
The very first thing I heard, besides that bonging noise when you get your mail, was a donkey braying at a 'karaoke sucks' site that I went to off Dax's page. Mind you, it was about 12:30am when this phenomenon occured for the first time and I wasn't expecting it. I fell out....first the noise itself was funny, then to see all the animals converging from different locations to see what the hell I was doing....Oh, God. (They've never 'heard' a computer, either. All they know is tapping noises from me typing and occasional hysterics from something I've read or done.)
Then, I went to Social Reject's place. This chick has got the coolest shit on her page. Her posts are great to begin with, but then ya start checking out her 'cool stuff'....I think I spent about 6 or 7 hours 'favorite-ing' stuff from there. She's got this one thing...The Idiot Test. Jesus H. Christ....I hurt myself laughing at that. Every cat I own immediately jumped up on this table and began sniffing around, trying to find out where it was coming from. Then, I did that "Poke the Penguin' thing. It's cool in itself, but to hear it....Then, I found that cat that follows your mouse. Well, that thing purrs and meows. I didn't know that! And, they must use a recording of a real cat, because mine went nuts over that.
I even got to hear Mr. Ed on a site (maybe Snopes) where they try to convince you he was a Zebra. (I was born in the morning, but not yesterday morning...I know a Palomino when I see one. I also know a Zebra when I see one. Believe me, their conformations are completely different.) But, it was cool to hear Mr. Ed....which by the way is being run again on TVLand. I saw Sharon Tate on an episode the other day. I saw Clint Eastwood on an episode, too, when they used to show it on Nick-at-Nite.
I do, however, have a coupla questions about this: If you can hear some stuff, can you hear everything? Or, do you have to download something to get everything? Is there a way to know ahead of time if a site has sound, besides past experience with said site? Is there a volume control somewhere? I need to turn this thing down a tad. At 12:30am, that donkey was loud. (So was the 'Idiot Test', btw...) Oh, and how do you get the "RioPort Audio Manager" bar to get off the bottom bar, down there with the start button? I haven't totally shut the 'puter off, yet. I suppose that would work, but is there a correct way to make it go away?
Well, I'm off again to find more silly shit to listen to. This is like being on the Net for the first time all over again. So cool...
Posted by: Stevie at 06:09 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Good thing you said that, RJ.....
I ratted this template out to Kevin at Wizbang. He fixed it once before. Back in the days when my blog was "devoted entirely to getting comments installed", a phrase that still comes to mind and cracks me up. After I emailed (went boo-hooing to, my computer says) him, I noticed that he says he's gonna be really busy for a while....so, I thought to myself "Okay...maybe RJ...." then you come along, giggling your hiney off at this mess called 'me'. I loved that comment...
"Wish I could help, but I'm laughing too hard..."
Me too. Ya frickin' nut...
The only bad thing is when you're in the house, by yourself, and someone comes in from milking cows (or anywhere else in the universe) and finds you in a giggling heap on the floor with dogs and cats sitting around watching. Which only makes ya laugh harder at the looks on their faces. Especially, the persons face... (Put the phone down, Eric...I swear, I'll be fine soon...I hope...no need for the nice men in white jackets yet. But, if they happen to have a shot of morphine or something...we can talk.)
Okay, so for now, my plan is to give it a few days to see if Kevin/God takes pity on my sorry ass, or if it may just 'heal itself' one more time for me. If not, I have thought of a possible way of figuring this out. I could start another blog, just enough to have that template to copy from to restore this one. Whatta ya think? Would that work?
If I can't get it done one of those ways, I'll just start begging random technical types for help...as soon as I figure out which who's they are. (Well, ya didn't expect me to call them 'ones' and then ask 'em for help, did ya?)
If none of that works....I still have three choices. Start a whole new blog (pfft), leave it that way for the rest of eternity (most likely), or get brave, try to fix it myself and wind up making it worse(S.O.P. for me). Hell, if I try doing this by myself, going by past experiences, I'll probably delete the entire Internet, somehow. I swear, I've come close before.
Anyhoo (Rod), stay tuned for more comical ineptitude, incessant and creative swearing and possible computer mutilation here on your local 'Computer Bonehead Station'. (CBS)
Posted by: Stevie at 05:27 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 08, 2003
Have I mentioned....
that I hate computers only slightly less than I hate being this computer-illiterate?
I feel like (and am) such a moron.
Can't even fix a template....links?...pfft. Please. Honestly...how can I drive a car, yet not be able to fix a template? It's stupid. I'm stupid.
I'm not sure why, but this makes me hate Bill Gates even more. (I've been blaming every computer problem I've had for the last three weeks on him. Just seems fitting.) Over-paid, monopolizing, ugly turd. BITE ME, GATES. You suck.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:41 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Alright, ya stupid, damn template....
Your ass is grass. And, hopefully, Kevin is gonna be a lawnmower. I just ratted you out.
That's right, I did.
I told Kevin what you're putting me through. Last time ya mind-fricked me, he fixed your ass. I got my comments.
Now, I want my archive dates back...ya dork. In a single line, like they're supposed to be. You could be nice and let me do it, but......nnnoooooo. You want to play.
Fine.
Kevin'll get ya straight. Then, template-from-hell, you can bite me because I'm never even gonna look at you again. Punk.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:34 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Fine.
Fuck you, stay that way.
Got-damn stupid piece of plastic SHIT.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:03 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Take three...
Take three Valium and come back later...muuuch later.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:02 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Sigh....
Well, that was cute. I managed to replace the dates completly....with stupid words about 'Blogger Archives'...in blue.
I hate computer templates.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:01 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
And, again...
Take two...
Posted by: Stevie at 01:56 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hope I didn't just make this worse...
I'm trying to 'fix' my archives. Back when I was screwin' around, trying to get the comments to work, I somehow re-did the archives title thing. The dates used to be one line per month. Then I did whatever I did and it split the dates into two lines. Which takes up too much space and looks stupid. I'm alao trying to remember how to change the colors of the blogroll. I'd like it to be burgandy before a visit and blue, or something after.
So, if this blog disappears...you'll know why.
Pray for me...I'm goin' in.....
Posted by: Stevie at 01:50 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Good Grief!!
I finally got around to plugging in the speakers on this computer. It made a few random noises when I checked my mail. Then, I clicked on a 'Karaoke sucks' link over at Dax Montana's and my computer brayed at me! Several times.
All the cats and both dogs came running up to look for whatever in the hell it was screaming. The cute part is, is that as far as they're concerned, all they found was ME.
They all sorta exchanged glances, raised a coupla eyebrows, a coupla them shrugged and they all left.
I'm still giggling. It's quit braying, thank God.
What a first sound to hear. Thank ya, Dax!
Posted by: Stevie at 03:21 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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