November 10, 2004

Gee,

I sure am glad they decided to stick the word "planet" in there.

And, yes... lame pun intended.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:44 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1, 2, 3, 4... I love the Marine Corps...

You guys have my heart.
Please take good care of my brother.

Semper Fi.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:59 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 There is NOTHING like a man in uniform!
*insert heavy panting* Oooooooooooooh yeah!

Posted by: Maeve at November 10, 2004 11:23 PM (6E1RR)

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Dear New Jersey Jerkoff

who got here by searching for that goddamned dairy farm AGAIN, why don'tcha piss off, okay?

I don't know exactly who you are, but I have a good idea (or two). I know your ISP comes outta Trenton and I also know what your OS is, what your browser is and where ya go and whatcha do when you're here and...

I don't like it a bit anymore.

You have anything ya wanna know about that "man", or that farm or anything having to do with either, grow some BALLS and ask him yourself.

In the meantime... FUCK OFF ALREADY!

Okay?

(I honestly don't know right now what I'm more sick of... terrorists or this asshole.)

In other news, I am now the number one Yahoo search for "code name lardass".
AND, you can bet your sweet ass, I'm much more proud and happy to be associated with Cheech, Chong and Sgt. "Lardass" Stedenko than I am that goober (dickhead) from Jersey.

"Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last..."

And, now I'm starting to hate you, Boss.
(Well, YOU wanted my attitude to change. Happy NOW? Dick?)

Also, somebody got here trying to find pictures of steer wrestlers.
Well, I aim to please, so here ya go:

Lord, I love a man on a horse.
Or a Harley.
.....ooohhh, Sam Elliot.... *drool*....

And, on that note, I'm REALLY gonna go clean the carport now.
(Right after I do oooone more lil thang...)

Posted by: Stevie at 01:26 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Two days in a row and in just over five hours....

I'm doing it again.
Linking Rob, that is....

This time, it's a totally different kinda post than the last one. In it, he answers 6 questions about the war. I completely agree with all his answers, except one, really. I mentioned two of his answers that I had to comment on in my comment, but the first one was more a "what's the use?" type of thing, than an out and out disagreement with what he said.

But, #6....

Well, let's just say that with what I said about #6, I may have possibly waded into something warm, brown and smelly about up to my nose holes with some of his readers.
Oh fuckin' well.

I remember the last time I said something "inflammatory" about expunging terrorists off the face of the earth by any means necessary over there. Some asstard stopped by here and conferred upon me, by virtue of my remarks, the power to have single-handedly destroyed the country.
Holy shit.
I'm just one lil tiny person. How'd I do that?
Dipshit.

Anyway, if what I said before got me my first piece of hate mail, this might cause somewhat of a real trickle of it, this time.
*yawn*

Only thing I can't decide right now is if I should copy and paste what I said here, or leave it like it is, thereby sending Rob all two of my readers.
Hmmmm...

Well, Lord knows I owe Rob about a ton of traffic, so I guess I'll leave it like it is for now. If any pinheads require further edification of my opinions, I'll reprint my comment (and probably theirs, too) then and have a "dumb-it-down Fisk-a-thon" with it.

Okay, Tinfoil Hat Brigade, lem'me have it....

Posted by: Stevie at 02:17 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Bullllllshit.

No fuckin' way.

I'm watching the series "The Odd Couple" and I looked up Jack Klugman on IMDb and they say he was born in 1922.

Horse shit.

That'd make him 50, or thereabouts, when he did "The Odd Couple" and there ain't no way in hell the man I'm looking at right now is 50 or anywhere near it.

And, am I to believe this dude was 55 when he did Quincey?
Again... horse shit.

No fuckin' way.

There ain't no way I have a lifelong crush on no 82 year old man.
Sorry.

He is AT LEAST 10 years younger than that. (Yeah, 'cause me being halfway to "in love" with a 72 year old is soooo much more less twisted...)

I suppose this means Bret (Hart, not Somers) isn't really divorced, huh?

Oh well, what do I expect from a site that has it's Patty Duke information screwed up? They say that her son Sean is Michael Tell's kid and that John Astin adopted him.

Wrong.

The reason she even married Michael Tell in the first place was because she was already pregnant by John and scared half to death.

I told them they were wrong about that and they did nothing about changing it, so I'm not even gonna waste my breath telling them about Jack.

1922... my ASS.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:11 AM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

November 09, 2004

Verily he sayth... (just like Lewis Grizzard again, except this isn't about sugar in corn bread)

So.
I do a post that enumerates one of the plethora of reasons why Rob hates cats and he turns around and does a post that enumerates one of the plethora of reasons why I love him so much.

The thing I like so much in this post is that it doesn't so much seperate Southerners and Northerners, or political parties, as much it does intelligent, quiet, gentle, strong and loving people from the rest of the population of the planet.

It's not just "Yankees", or liberals, or "the whomevers", who won't understand the fierce truth in every one of those philosophies, it's the (world-wide) idiotic-goober faction that doesn't, hasn't and never will "get it".

You tell 'em, Honey, but keep one thing in mind...

If ya have to explain it, they probably don't have enough sense to understand it in the first place.
Ya know?

Posted by: Stevie at 08:47 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I'm getting there, slowly but surely...

"Slowly" being the operative word in that sentence.

So far, I've gone to the store and got the TV cabinet where I want it and the bookshelf that was gonna go where I put the TV cabinet cleaned and close to where it's gonna wind up.

The TV cabinet, I put right next to my pooter desk. Tapes inside it, as opposed to sitting on a chair like they were, and the TV I use on top.
I figured this out right after I installed the bookshelf in that space and got all the tapes in it.

I sat here looking at it and not really liking it much, then the TV cabinet popped into my head and ta-da.

Now, I'm gonna put the bookshelf in the bathroom and try to condense all the books in there into it. I guess it'd help to explain that it's more of a freestanding bookshelf than a real shelf, as in "board ya set shit on that's nailed to the wall".

I don't know what it was in it's previous life, but it's gonna hold books now.

Shuffling shit around in here is creating a few little cleaning jobs along the way, so it's taking a little longer than I thought it would, but it is lookin' good.

I'm also about to be forced beyond reason to stop what I'm doing and beat the snot out of that yappy fuckhole dog out there if she doesn't STFU. She is really and truly starting to piss me off now. Stupid, mouthy (typical woman) bitch.

It wouldn't be so bad if she'd at least occasionally bark at something REAL, but noooooo. Little asshole barks more often than she frickin' breathes, for fucks sake.

Only way to shut her the fuck up, short of a tracheotomy or a board upside her head, is to bring her in the house.
Which I just did.
Bitch.

Anyway... I need to go install the bookcase/shelf thing, do a load of wash and dishes, now that Eric is in for the night and brought in with him an armload of thermal cups outta the parlor. He takes one with coffee in it every morning. Be nice if he'd bring 'em back the same way--- one at a time. But again... nooooo. He keeps taking them, every day, til there are none left in here, then he brings 'em in (in a wheelbarrow) and fills my sink with cow-pooped-on cups. And AND, he usually does this less than 90 seconds after I drain the water after having just washed the damned dishes.

Good thing he's cute.
And hung.
(Not that it does ME any good *rolls eyes*, but it IS still nice to know and it does save his life about three times a week... *grin*)

Okay then... on that note, I'm goin' back to re-arranging, cleaning and tweaking in here, then it's out to the carport, with the hair and nails coming last.
I've at least got that much figured out. No sense doing the nails (or hair) til after I'm done outside. I can see me now, going through all that aggravation with the nailtips, then screwin' 'em all up out there, so no. Also kinda pointless to go through all the mess with the hair, only to sweat and dust it up cleaning that disaster area, so... might as well get that shit done first.

Beisdes, it makes more sense to get the hard shit done first and the "extra", "personal pampering" kinda shit done later, right?

Of course, that philosophy could be why it is I never have time for myself.

Whatever.

Sitting here ruminating on it ain't gonna make it go any faster, now is it?

Yes, I'm shutting up now.
Well, FOR now, anyway.

Tawk to ya's late-a...

Posted by: Stevie at 08:08 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Dear cats...

First of all, I really do love all of you, BUT...

There are a coupla things y'all just don't seem to "get".

Liiiike, I'm not into dead mice, moles, shrews, birds or anything else. ft ya's bring it in alive, then at least I have a chance to get it away from you and have a new pet.

But, dead? Nope.

I know y'all think I'm the nuttiest, most ungrateful wench on the planet, since I keep throwing the deads things back outside, but, believe me, I reeeeally have no use for them.
Please.
Stop it.

Having said alla that, I'm compelled to add one more thing.

As bad as dead creatures are and all, it is far worse to find a huge pizza crust on the floor, especially when we haven't had pizza for more than a week.
Ya know?

I mean, dead critters are one (disgusting) thing, but... OTHER PEOPLE'S PIZZA???

Cut.
It.
OUT!!!!

Love,
Yer Mom

*walks off muttering... "I open 6 to 8 cans of cat food a day, y'all have dry available 24/7. I just don't know why any of this "foraging" is necessary and the sharing?!? EW ew ewewew...."*

Posted by: Stevie at 02:40 PM | Comments (9) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay, now I'm gonna clean the carport...

Seeing how I didn't do it last night... that or anything else, pretty much.

I think climbing the side of Mr Douglas all afternoon wore me out more than I knew.
I love that tractor.

But, like I said, I din't do shit last night, except futz around on here, then go to bed.
"Bra-VO..."

*rolls eyes*

So, on tap for today are the following possibilities/things-to-do:

Nailtips
Highlight kit
Clean the carport
Go out on Storm and see how much better it looks with no trash spread over hell's half acre
Go to the store for cigs and catfood... soon.
Make cookies

I'm just not sure which order to do it all in. (Ungrammatical much?)

Well, I suppose I oughta go do something.
Somehow, I'm pretty sure "lighting another cigarette" doesn't qualify as "something" and that's about all I've done so far.

Well, I did feed the cats, which is why I now need to go to the store, but...

AAAnyway...

I'm outta here.
Peace, y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 12:08 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Oh fuck. I must be "old"....

Not just because my knee is aching, either. More because I'm finally convinced that kids are insane.

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November 07, 2004

Yes, Love....

I really do know exactly how ya feel.

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November 06, 2004

Yet more searches...

(Also shoved these into the EP.)

Posted by: Stevie at 01:44 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Found at Mad Mikey's....

You are Brave Sir Robin! You bravely run away
at the first sign of trouble...so bugger off!

"I fart in your general direction..."
"Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time..."

Posted by: Stevie at 05:38 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

A few more bizarre (and less lucid) searches....

I just (11/9 @ 11:44am) shoved all the searches into the EP, in the name of "room on the page".

Posted by: Stevie at 03:50 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I know I said I was done, but David Gates just made me cry...

He's got such a beautiful voice. Must be why I still love Bread so much...

Posted by: Stevie at 03:03 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Well, hello....

How's everybody doing?

I'm fine... I guess. (If, indeed, I ever was...)
Got my car back... again.
Still have to change a tire on it, but other than that, IT IS DONE. Legal, fixed, stickered, insured, registered and washed.
Now, I just hafta clean out the carport.
*rolls eyes*
Oh, the devastation....

Posted by: Stevie at 02:17 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 Road Trip!

Posted by: Mad William Flint at November 09, 2004 12:34 PM (/j9KS)

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November 04, 2004

Ya know...

It was hard enough for me to watch "The Green Mile" in the first place.
I know to the core of my being what John Coffey means when he tells Edgecomb (Tom Hanks) that he doesn't want to be let go after he saves the warden's wife, he wants to die anyway, even though he's not guilty, because he is so tired from all the ugliness in life.

It's been months since I've watched this movie. I'm watching it now...

Posted by: Stevie at 10:06 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Another funny "Lowbrow" moment...

"My friend insisted upon taking me to a bra store to get "fitted". Why I ever agreed, I'll never know. The woman at the shop told me my current size was all wrong , and continued on , in her nasal, loud voice, that one breast was "significantly smaller" than the other. And that I should take this into account while buying a bra. Maybe she should take into account that I always wear steel toed boots before yelling across a crowded store about my lopsided titties..."

lmbo....

Posted by: Stevie at 07:55 PM | Comments (10) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 Is hers a 'secret site'??

Posted by: Mad Mikey at November 04, 2004 10:04 PM (Qd8TD)

2 You'd think I'd remember to answer this for ya BEFORE we stop IM-ing, buuut nooooo...

Anyway, the "lmbo (laughing my butt off)" is the link to where this chick writes this stuff. It's like a mass confessional kinda thing.

Called Lowbrow.com

Posted by: Stevie at November 04, 2004 11:38 PM (IB69u)

3 The site wont come up.....

Posted by: Mad Mikey at November 05, 2004 02:36 PM (y6dNe)

4 Yuh-huhhh... does too.

Works when I click it anyway, but then again, I am goofy.

Just put "lowbrow" in a search bar and try it that way.

*hugs ya*

Posted by: Stevie at November 05, 2004 05:05 PM (x2qNO)

5 Dunno why, but it's not coming up - either this link or the one in your blogroll.

Posted by: Mad Mikey at November 05, 2004 08:43 PM (Qd8TD)

6 I hate to interupt this "is so, is not, is so" converstion, but I just wanted to say, one of my hands is bigger then the other. If she needs something that fits, I'm volunteering.

Posted by: RedNeck at November 05, 2004 09:09 PM (T5uzX)

7 lmao at that....
"is too, is not..."

And, Mikey, I can fix this... I can MAKE this computer/link stuff get it's shit together... watch:

Oh, Mr. Computer....

"I'm telling Paulllll..."
(To be heard intoned exactly like Lennon said "I buried Paul" at the end of... what was it? Strawberry Fields Forever, I think?)

I'm gonna too. I am sooooo gonna rat this thing out to Paul.
*glares at pooter for giving Mikey a hard time*

Posted by: Stevie at November 06, 2004 12:42 AM (3j4jU)

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November 03, 2004

Is this a pun? Or what?

Gotta love this headline.

How appropriate.
Politics=Polecats (Poll cat?)

Jesus.
Truth in politics....

What's next?
The Apocolypse, I bet.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:23 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I knew it.

Now, can anyone give me any estimates as to how long the "Monday morning Quarterbacking"/post-election-wrap-ups-and-analysis, arguing, doomsaying and horror-predictions are gonna go on?

I really miss just being able to cruise my blogroll in non-politically-charged peace.

Know what I mean?
(No? Well then, lem'me put it this way... This dead horse has now been beaten into non-existence. Next topic!!!!!)

*toothy (yet very weary of this shit) grin*

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