September 19, 2004
Hot Day-um...
I have what amounts to a whole new computer, thanks to Paul.
Of course. We got rid of the worm and a few other assorted goodies, too. Including that stupid, entirely too friggin' OLD McAfee Virus Scan and replaced it with AVG. Ran that, "vaulted" a few more infected files and... whew!!! I'm gettin' windburn from the speed of this thing, now... Wooof...It runs ALMOST as well as I drive... *vroom, vroom... screeeech and GONE, FOLKS!!!* lmao... Yeah, I'm finally officially VALID again, as of Thursday. Now, if they'd just get some other form of PEST CONTROL AND GIVE ME BACK MY MUGSHOT!!! I figure they've got it hung up somewhere to repell sighted mice or something. (Well, it wouldn't bother a BLIND mouse, now would it?) I don't care, I just would APPRECIATE having it back sometime before I have to get it renewed.
Ya know? I drove yesterday ANYWAY and I'd do it again today if George didn't have the 'Bird in Joisey aaaagain. Punk. Damn, along with offering to FedEx me Hagen Daas, Mikey asked me something... now what was it? *scoots off to see* Oh yeah... that's it... One year here at Munu, Love. I blogged for aboooout two months or so at (shhhh...) 'xanga', then Blogspot, then Ted asked Pixy and next thing I knew, here I was... am... whichever. *shrugs and grins* I truly had the "space" or site on the 11th, but it wasn't "functional" til the 12th, so I went with that for my start date. (Not that this blog isn't a wonderful "antidote" to the horror of every anniversary of 9/11/01, but.... I didn't want to... what?... to "impose" on that date, so... ya know?) And, about the Hagen Daas... Kisses to ya for the thought, but one of the things that had me so pissed yesterday was that, thanks to my impending terrorist visit, I once again could not easily zip my jeans, so, as sweet as the thought of ice cream is... "I don't think so, Tim".... *giggle* In fact, yesterday, Eric was telling me how much he loves "Friends" now, because of me, and I looked at him, smiled sweetly and said, "I'm glad ya like it so much." *pause* "I only wish it was as fattening for your ass as that damned cappucino was for mine that you so kindly addicted me to, ya little shit..." So, even he's not safe to be mentioning sweets to me right this particular second, but again, Bless You for the thought... You did make me laugh out loud, literally. Okay, now off to play "Josephine the Friggin' Plumber" in the bathroom. I need to fix that retarded sink. It drains slower than this thing was changing pages a while ago, know what I mean? And, it's not just a "dump some Drano" job, either. Oh, of course not. It's the stopper that has all the "gick" around it and the Drano won't stay up there long enough to do any good, soooo, instead I get to haul all that shit (at least 100 Playboys and such, among other stuff) out from under the sink, disassemble the stopper "mechanism", have to look at and remove disgusting wads of hair and shit and put it all back together CORRECTLY, lest it leak. Better me than Eric, I think.
Not sure why, just a feeling. Ya know what I NEED to do.... go riding.
Frick that sink. It ain't going nowhere, is it? Nope. Days like these are, though.
They'll be giving way to the demon-spawn we refer to as "winter" soon enough, without me wasting one dicking around with a sink.
Or anything else, for that matter. That's it.
I have made an administrative decision. I'm outta here. Peace, people....
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September 18, 2004
Too cute...
Guess it's better than the Lab chewing it to pieces....
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Oh, and "Wussy-caine" Ivan?
I am NOT impressed.
Knock it off, why don'tcha?
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I just got told the coolest thing about myself...
I'm sitting here, after that last post, reading "FuckedCompany" for some dumb reason, when my friend Rob popped up a YIM box. We were bullshittin'. talking about all kindsa shit and, while we were talking a little about Gia (Carangi, not my first horse here on this farm), he told me she coulda used a heart like mine.
My God. That really floored me, partly because I always have wondered about, felt even, that if I could have known her, we would have been real friends. It also got me because I'm just not used to being spontaneously told such a cool thing about myself. I don't talk a lot about Rob on here. He told me when I first met him on my birthday that it was fine with him if I blogged about him, but that he prefer it if I didn't talk about him on the Gia boards. Hell, I very rarely even go to the Gia sites anymore, because there's not much new on them and I just get this "parasitic" feeling when I have been on them before. In any event, I've never posted on one anyway.... As for talking about him here, I haven't done that very much either because it is soooo important to me that Rob knows I'm never gonna try to exploit my friendship with him, as has been done to him so many times before. But this... I had to relate. THAT is how cool of a person Rob is. He has the most true and generous heart... he is a rare human being. He says he was lucky he got to be friends with Gia.So was she.
So am I.
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Guess what I forgot?
As of September 12th, I've been here a year.
I can see how that may have slipped my mind, what with the day before and all, but still...
Gawd, I hate this shit. Oh, I FINALLY got "unsuspended" by the (asshole) Commonwealth, too. 'Bout damned time. I only sent them the shit they needed on, like, August 20-freakin'-7th. Took them til THURSDAY to get the shit entered, posted or whatever.
That is fuckin' PATHETIC.
Kinda makes Earthlink look almost competant, doesn't it? I, of course, still do not have the mugshot in hand, but, like I told the numbnuts on the phone in Harrisburg, frankly, I could not possibly care less about THAT. I'm driving, damn it and if a cop wants to be huge prick and give me a ticket for not having that ugly-assed thing with me, fine. I'll pay it. Damned if I'm gonna wait on the (even more ridiculous) United States Postal Service til I drive. Fuck, I'd be 90, waitin' on them.
Hell wit' that.
Ain't gunna do it.
I've waited long enough.
Besides, I do have the letter from them saying I was "eligible" on the 8th AND the copy of my money order for the restoration fee AND the moronic cop CAN get run a lookup on said license and SEE that it's valid, so fuck 'em all.
I am in NO MOOD.
Ya know? Heh. Hell, I'm in no mood to be alive, let alone screwed with... lol. Geez. Oh, one good thing I get to see every day now is my white Firebird backed into the carport to be fixed, so that's cool. We just did that Friday afternoon. Gonna be a pain in the balls having to go around that car all the time, but at least it's in place to be done.
(My hand to GOD, if I EVER find out who the bleeding asshole was who designed keyboards and put that motherfucking caps key where it is, I WILL KILL THAT SUMBITCH!!!!! Jeezus!) sigh.... not helpin', writing this time, is it? Nope. Just pissin' me off even more. Didn't think that was possible, but it is.
Eh... AIR is pissing me off right now. And, you MEN think Y'ALL hate periods? Pfft. Youse got nuttin' on me. All y'all have to do is deal with it. I have to LIVE with it and I hate it. MUCH, MUCH more than you do.
Believe me.
(Or I'll kick yer ass, right about now... *snerk*) Anyhoo...
Guess I oughta go... clean something. Or get a shower (which would still be "cleaning", now, wouldn't it? Duh...). Or maybe stick in a tape of HR PufnStuf or something before I DO maim someone or something. I'm getting on my own nerves, now... sheeesh. Damn, I must be feeling like shit (which I am). I haven't even finished one cuppa coffee and I've had one for over a half hour, so far. Man, you KNOW I'm sick if I don't want Mickey D's or coffee and the idea of Mickey D's is making my stomach roil and there sits my coffee, getting cooler by the minute. Lord, I hate this. I have not one thing in the world to be pissed off about right now, but I am anyway, about just eeeeeverything.
Fuckin' hormones. Yo.
God.... If I can't be a guy next time, screw it, okay? Hell, I'd rather be a toilet bowl brush than a fuckin' female again, ya know?
Thanks, Buddy...
me. Peace, y'all.
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September 16, 2004
Fire up the bagpipes...
And do either "Taps" or "Amazing Grace", Dude. The monitor has died.
Like it matters. I have another one, so pthththththbbbbb. By the grace of God, I did find one and it works.... amazing. In other news.... Tracey Gold has has lost her frickin' mind. She was arrested. Yeah, Tracey Gold... arrested. Jeezus.She is absolutely thee last person I'd have ever guessed would do something this fuckin' DUMB. Again... amazing. On that note, I've gotta go lay down for a while. My head is pounding in spite of copious amounts of coffee and a few "aspirin" type things and I think my little terrorist buddy is to blame. I think this because not only do I feel like shredded shit and I'm kinda pissy, but I also got teary-eyed/grinning like a fool over the episode of the (gotdamned) Brady Bunch where Marcia loses her diary and gets to meet Desi. God help me, please....
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Okay, that's it... I have lost it.
I just went into the bedroom for a second and saw that Goofball was uncovered and that the sheet and blanket were all off to the far side and shit, soooo...
I MADE THE BED WITH HIM IN IT. Jeezus....Posted by: Stevie at 02:37 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 13, 2004
Well, this has been "cute" so far....
I finished the last post and went on out to the parlor and "Supplies!!", Bob's out there milking with Eric. I gave him a genuinely huge and bright smile, seeing that. I think it scared him, somehow... *snerk* He's so not used to that.
Anyway, since Eric was fine, I decided to take the horses out to the pasture. Sounds simple, right? Well, it ain't that easy to begin with. Let alone the shit that's happening to me now... *gigglin'*Posted by: Stevie at 07:42 AM | Comments (16) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 11, 2004
Oh holy shit...
I just realized what today's date is.
*deep breath*
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September 10, 2004
Hoo-kay...
Lookit...
All's I said was Verizon sucks.And, the only reason I said it was because of that time, not so long ago, when the dickhead in the loggin' truck tore down the damned phone wires and it took Verizon fer fuckin' EVER to get them put back up. Since then, I have had sevearl hits on the search phrase "Verizon sucks", but madoooone, this one beats all. I don't know who it's really from, but the return addy has the name Chuck U. Farley on it and for that reason, plus this thing is such a manifesto that it just begs to be published, I'mina do it. Thank you for this masterpeice, whoevah ya are and I hope things have gotten (or ever do get) better around there for ya. Incompetence pisses me straight off, too, Dude....
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Dear Got-damned tooth in the upper right side of my mouth...
Knock it the hell off, bitch...
Or else.*eyeing Gerber*
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September 09, 2004
Okay, "person" (and I'm using that term veeeery lightly)...
Two questions, maybe three...
First off, what da fuck is THAT supposed to be? Secondly... what the HELL are you on?And, yes, third... Got any more?
Must be some gooood shit, man. Sheesh...
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September 08, 2004
Whoa...
Now, this is cool.
Check this out.Then, guess what I'm watching right this very second on TV? I started with Tape 1 early this morning, got thru most of Tape 2, stopped, went to bed, got up, finished Tape 2 and am currently watching number 3. I was literally looking at Darrel Buschkoetter when I saw this search. Lord, I like Darrel so much. I first saw this documentary (The Farmer's Wife) on PBS years ago. Then, while I was working at Wellacrest, I saw it again and fell in love with the whole thing. I identified so strongly with Darrel then and I still do. It became "forever" when I saw him wearing a Gerber on his hip, just like I did. I see him carrying a huge tire across the driveway to his pickup and remember it when I'm dragging a five gallon bucket of fuel across Wally's farm for the space heater in the parlor, among other things. I HAD TO own this one. So, I do.
And, like most of the stuff I like, I watch it over and over. Only thing is, I wish I knew how Darrel's doing NOW. Frontline stopped doing updates on the family over a year ago and David (the guy who shot the thing) doesn't have info, either. I've tried to find an email addy for Darrel and looked just everywhere I can think up to see if I can find out how he is, but.... pfffftttt... nada. Man, I'd love to "talk" to him. Watching him now, makes me want to go back into dairying like I was at Wellacrest... like I can't do here. That's okay, tho, cause there is one other farm right down the road and I plan to bug the shit outta those people til they hire me. In the meantime, I still have Darrel left from my Wally days to remind me of what I was doing and why and how I could even stand it, not to mention make me miss it so much. And, no... that's not what Eric is about to me, even tho that is where we "found" each other. Eric is all about why it was/is so easy to walk away from that which I loved so much. And, now, he's also about why it is I need to go do it again, for the money. Darrel is the "I can do that, too" guy, the one I kept telling myself, "He's doing it, he's struggling with something right now, on his farm, out in Nebraska, just like I am here.." guy. Darrel is the one I want to be able to keep up with, work-wise. Eric is the one I want, need, to come home to. I wish I could give Darrel all the pats on the back and hugs his Dad didn't and never could have. I do not like his Dad one bit. What a cold hearted, hard hearted little man he is or was and God forgive me if I'm speaking ill of the dead, but damn... that man couldn't give Darrel one bit of encouragement to save his own ass. Darrel deserved better. If anybody knows anybody who knows anybody who knows Darrel, could ya please tell him I said "Hi" and that I really do hope he's doing great and is just fine and happy? I do think about him a lot and I really liked him. I wish I really did know him even half as well as this documentary makes me feel like I do. Peace, Darrel.
I hope you have it, now.
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Ow....
I have hurted myself laughing over at Mikey's....
First of all, as soon as ya get there, there he is, with that dazzling, mega-watt grin goin' on... how adorable is that? Then, while yer grinnin' ear-to-ear yer own self over the picture, you get gems like this, and this.Not to mention, this.... Do ya see what I mean? Do ya see the emerging pattern, before I link every post he's ever done, for one reason or another? Or just because of that cute widdle face?
'Cause I will, ya know....
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I'm not sure which thing to lead off with, here...
Do I start with "Kathie Lee Gifford makes me ill in a way that Martha Stewart can only hope to", or do I tell ya's first about one of the endless reasons why cats, especially little ones, are so cute, which in this case is because there are TWO kittens sleeping together inside of my Puff's box on this desk....?
Let's go with the cats, first. They might move or start doing something "not cute".... Kathie Lee will be nauseating for eternity.... Besides the two in the tissue box, I've got one sitting so closr to my arm, I can feel her foot fuzz, staring at me like she's thinking, "G'head... keep typing. You won't be able to resist me much longer..." Then, she reaches out her paw and taps my chest and looks even more intently at me. Awwww.... *kiss on the head, without missing a keystroke* Then, there's the little shit who is currently chewing on my left little finger as I type. Wrestling with it, he is and jeez man, I can misspell enough shit on my own, yo. There is another one lying across the top of the monitor. Another one is apparently having a Grand Mal seizure between my back and the back of my chair, too. (She's just playing, but my God... she's also about knocking me outta the chair... lol.) Then, right over there are four more. Make that six. Two more just strode into view.And, there went two more. Don't see any to my right, but a short counter blocks my view of most of the kitchen floor. Okay, there went Leo. One of the cats who was "over there" on my left, just ran past, between my eyes and the keyboard- a flash of gold- and now he's on my right.
Thanks, Bud. Now, I'm surrounded.
Good. See? They're so good for me... they always make me feel better, less like ralphing or punching people/things, even after I've read yet more pages of KLG's autobiography. She thinks she can't believe she said that?!? Well, time and again, neither can I. I wonder 40 times a chapter if she bothered to READ the shit she says. She is stunning in her inherent snobbery and even moreso in her cluelessness about said snobbery.
Bitch needs to GET OVER HER LITTLE SELF, immediately, if not sooner. Jesus. My apologies to Traci Bingham. She's not thee most irritating female crotch on the planet. She's number two. I stand corrected.
Gawd... *rolling eyes* Anyhoo, I got the cookies all made, the house all clean, everything's fine, including the fact, that as of 14 hours ago, I'm again legal to drive in the Commonwealth of Pa. (finally, and thank you Jesus!). All I need to do is pony-express myself down to the mailbox again and see if my mugshot's back yet. If not, I'm totally content to give it a day or two, but sooner or later, if push comes to shove, I so will drive without it in my hot little hand. As long as it's valid, I'll eat the ticket for not having it on me, if I have to. And, I promise NOT to drive up and down the Turnpike to Jersey and back at 90+mph to "blow the carbon out". And, that'd be MY carbon, I'm referring to, not any car's. I keep telling myself that that's what the horses are for.... right? I don't need to drive like a total bat out of hell for "just a coupla minutes" to "catch back up to how much driving I'd have done if I'd had my license this whole time"... right?
Right.
But, I do think of this shit.
It does NOT get by ME, lemme tell ya. Which is usually one of the quickest ways, that and being "bored" for me to get my ass in a jam, so.... must. curb. this. shit.
Right?
Right
(siiigh) "What a drag it is growing up..."
(Well, I refuse to grow "old", so I changed it...) Besides, it's not my fault that song is in my head.... Nope. That'd be Heinz ketchup's doing, not mine. (And, I don't give a flying fig or fuck at a rolling anything about John Freakin' Kerry or his moronic wife in regards to my ketchup choices, okay? I've used Heinz all my life and I'm gonna KEEP using it because it's some good shit, I don't care WHO does what whose affiliated with it... okay?
Just like I'm not gonna let some idiotic celebrity piss me off into never seeing the best movie of all time just because said celebrity is probably an idiot of some kind.... got it? Good, now back to my ketchup story....) Have y'all seen the labels on this ketchup lately? Ya oughta check 'em out. They started in the spring with the "cute" ones about french fries and shit. But, now they're getting better and the one on the bottle I have now made me laugh right out loud when I noticed it... It says "Mother's other little helper" in the middle of it. So, now I keep hearing that goofy little guitar part that happens right before the words, "I hear every mother say..." in the Stone's song. After two days of this, I'd rather have "Lowrider" back, stuck in there, ya know. Neer na neernt, neernt, neernt, na neernt.... over and over again.
I hate you right now, Mick Jagger. Where da fuck's Up in Smoke, man... I'll be back.
I have to go kick this earworm's ASS, man. Peace
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September 07, 2004
So nice to know, ya know?
I've just found out, via Site Meter, that I am numbah 28 on the Google search list for the following (scary) search phrase...
and, I quote...
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'Course, I think this guy's adorable, too....
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Oh, and by the way...
Any questions?(Yes, I do feel better, now.)
((Much better, in fact, after that Lonesome Dove picture... *fanning self rapidly*))
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September 06, 2004
Okay, I think I'm done having my pissy fit, now....
*sidelong "Sam Elliot" look*
Much like this...
'Bout the only thing I didn't do was clean the house.... much. *4:14am*
Okay, I'm back now, for a minute. Wow, 10:30pm, huh? That's when I originally started this post. Then, I let Paul take over the computer for about 6 hours, while I cleaned, did dishes, did wash, cleaned out the frig, and watched my computer do shit, almost like "Bewitched", or something. It is so cool... He ran this and installed that, changed them and tweaked those and I don't even know what all... all I do know is that this thing is friggin' FLYING now.... and that I do, indeed, have 90% of the house shit done, after which I do finish, I'm gonna make two kindsa cookies, just fer shits-n-giggles. Tollhouse, of course and oatmeal raisin. Then, I think, if it ain't rainin', I'm gonna go out on Storm again. I did that yesterday morning, too. Now, before I go, a few random thoughts from my foray into meatspace... One of the things I taped was the Surreal World. From that, I learned the following... *I like Corey Feldman even more than I did after he did "Stand by Me". *Gary Coleman needs to chill the hell out and stop taking life and his own self so damned seriously. *Tammy Faye Messner looks like that puppet, Madam, but she is kinda cool, except for all that blubbering she does. *Trishell is an idiot. *Traci Bingham is a spoiled diva bitch. *Ron Jeremy is cooler than I thought, but I'll just never be able to forget the sight of him... of him... honkin' his own bobo in that movie that time... *shudder* Oh, what else? I had a coupla other thoughts, too, but I seem to have misplaced them... they were about other shit I've noticed lately. Fuckin' Ron Jeremy in that wicker swing... man, it erases my brain every freakin' time....
eeewwww. So, check back for updates as I remember them, after I go wash my mind out with soap.... Peace.
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September 05, 2004
Hey, y'all....
Yeah, I'm still alive, but this fuckin' computer nearly isn't.
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