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August 13, 2004
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Well, that was fun.
One thing I have learned is that when you state a case and the only response you get is the bird flipped at ya or utter silence, it means you are correct and there's just nothing that can be said intelligently.
Like my insane (but thanks for all the practice, MOM!!!) mother usedta say, "Silence speaks loudly." She also said that "whiskey speaks a sober mind", but the woman was fuckin' fried, okay? Whiskey may "drunkenese" a mind of some kind, but, does "sober" or "speaking" even enter into it?
Geez.
Anyhoooo... I can get flipped off and "silence"-d at around here enough by the guys in my house, who also NEVER FREAKIN' LISTEN, so on to a new subject, one that has had me wondering for a coupla days...
I use the free version of Site Meter, right? (Right.) Well, unless you pay for the service, you're not supposed to get the "search words" referrals, but I am, lately. Lots and lots of them. Which led me to further investigate my other counter (what is that one, One Stat, or Stat One or some damned thing...) Anyway, they give you, for free, your search word referrals and since I now have the list, let's just see what brings people here, okay?
(Some of these, I understand... others? Whoo-ee, Jethro. Ya know?)
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Crickets eat little children.
And Buicks.
And the occasional reindeer.
They also love dinosaurs. Ever wonder why there are no dinosaurs around....?
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 13, 2004 09:43 AM (NmR1a)
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Siiiigh....
Good answer.
(see previous post and not one comment as of 1:49 am, EDT...)
Yep.
That's what I thought.
*derisive snort again*
fuckin' women....
What'd she do? Threaten to piss off if ya DO blogroll me? Key-riste.
By the way...
"four
ugly children and a crop in the field..."?!?
Try four
HUNGRY children, Brainiac.
(rotflmao, now, thank you...) (No, not Anton.)
Updated a little bit later (like around 6:35am)
Tell ya what... I'll just wait til she gets pissed at you and goes away, okay? And, that
WILL happen, it's just a matter of when... That'll take allll the pressure offa you to have to "choose", which, by the way, I'D never demand you do. I'm not taking you off the roll, I don't expect to see myself on yours and if I read anything over there at LMD that I feel a need to comment on, I'll email you PRIVATELY, okay? Seems that that's about the only way you'll GET any privacy.
How sad.
How TYPICAL of her.
Ya wanna know the saddest part? As long as people keep accepting her shit and putting up with her based solely on the size of her boobs, she's NEVER gonna have to even try to improve her social skills, or become a better, nicer, more REAL person, so you guys who just "love" her because of all the boob shots and sexual innuendo aren't really doing her any favors... not that I would either. Come to think of it, I don't see any of the men who looooove strippers so much trying to talk them out of degrading themselves and even prostituing themselves, so... why expect different now? Right? You even said yerself that real friends will tell you when you go too far. Sooo, she hasn't had any real friends for going on two years? Jeezus, poor woman. (Fuck, now you have me pitying her... ick.)
Anyway, I can wait.
I've done it before.
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August 12, 2004
Okay, now... what do I call this one? Hmmm...
"A Rebuttal", perhaps? Nah. It's kind of a debate, but not really....
How about, "But Anton, Honey..."? That could work....
Hmmm...
Aw, screw the title. The most important part of this is THIS part, anyway. It's even more important than what's in the extended entry and THAT, I worked on, lem'me tell ya. Blockquotes and all... lol.
What it is in there is an answer to the last comment in the "HA! I found Anton" post. Well, it's an answer to Anton's last comment, anyway. (Just in case anyone else slips in there...)
Before y'all go read it, I want to be PERFECTLY CLEAR that this is NOT intended as a "fisking" or any kind of, even, yelling, at you, Anton. I
do use the f-bomb a few times, but, hell, it's such a part of my vocabulary (unfortunately) anyway, that it's hard not to (especially about THIS subject) and I want to stress that the reason I'm as... concise... firm... even vitriolic in "speaking" to you as I am in there is because I'm that comfortable with you that I feel I can just be the me I always am, that I don't have to worry about not cussing, or whatever. But, since it's been a while since we've "hung out", as it were, I just wanted to make the extra effort to make sure you understand this, first, okay?
Really, I want everybody to understand that. Anton is a good man and so far, the only mistake I've ever made with him, and it WAS a mistake, was to allow this bullshit to go on for so long and to such an extent as to take him off of my blogroll just because of a stupid asshole female.
That's why I'm ending it.
Oh, and for the record, my "PTSD" post is NOT about the same bitch. It's about a
different bitch, okay? Ain't no way in HELL ITSELF that THIS one could have THAT effect on me, ever. (Well, okay, this one
does nauseate me as much, but that's it... Really,
both of them are laughable, now that I've thought about it.)
Now, on to the reply with ya's...
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PTSD...
That's gotta be what this is. I'm kinda familiar with this feeling I have right now. In fact, I can even remember the first time I ever felt it.
I was nine. My mom did it to me. Just like she''d been doing it to Dad. She'd been fucking this guy named Calvin. Had him in our house, playing the guitar and singing with Dad, even. I remember that. Calvin was everybody's friend.
Right.
When I was young, my mom used to always tell me to either go outside or into my room, to just get outta her way/face/life, basically. One day, she said my name, first and middle mind you, and I answered her by saying, "Yeah, yeah I know. Either in my room or outside. I'm going outside."
"No. Come here."
Well, this is different.
So's what she said next.
No preamble, no warning just "Your Father and I are gettng a divorce."
So much for my universe, ya know?
Hers, too. She thought she was leaving with Calvin, but he dumped her stupid ass, like she deserved. Wish Dad hadda, too. But, how can you decide to do something like that when you wind up in the University of Pennsylvania Hospital after the darling bitch/bride runs off? Ya can't, really, sooo.... Dad was stuck with her for a while longer.
(WHY must heartburn and chest pain feel so similar? Damn. Shit hurts.)
Anyway, that feeling of unreality, of nausea, of wanting to cry and kill simultaneously, of wanting to find some big, strong, righteous man somewhere to hide not only me, but Eric too, behind... the feeling of numbness in my forearms, as if I've gotten a shot of Novacaine in the underside of each arm, the sharp stabs in the chest, in the upper underside of my left arm...these fuckin' tears that are currently rolling down my face, while I just keep typing and talking to Mikey and Anton, and typing, and Paul and typing and Mad Wm and Bob, who must be a psychologist in Virginia and typing while it hurts....
It's here again.
It's on me, now.
Like an evil spell or something almost more tangible.
Remember when I told you guys about the time that the BC jumped all over me with both feet, more or less, at the farm in Jersey? How I held it together while it was happening, then went to pieces after?
Well, this is kinda the same thing, only it's a slower reaction, taking longer to manifest itself as PTSD-like feelings and I also think it's not as bad as it would have been, had it not been for Mikey and Anton and Paul keeping me at least a little in touch with reality in my comments.
If not for those guys, it would have just been the BC hammering at us all day, making me crazy, scaring people, costing people and I'd have had nothing to hold onto to be able to do anyone here any good... if not for those guys.
They didn't even know it, either. I only barely hinted at it in one email and that was to Mikey, about something else. Mostly all I said even then was that he'd not believe me if I did tell him what she'd been doing. Mostly all I've been doing is being in a "kill it before it gets to hurt you" frame of mind. Ever since I got up today, I've felt like that, but didn't find out why til this afternoon. You know... when hell broke loose.
I rather feel as if I was in a "flash forest fire", if you can grasp the dichotomy and my real meaning. The intensity of a raging forest fire, but only for a little while. In a Bugs Bunny cartoon, you'd hear a "whoomph" and everything would be blackened and smoking, with Daffy, probably, standing there featherless and annoyed.
Same deal.
Except it's real, not a cartoon.
And, everything hasn't been destroyed like in a cartoon, all blackened and smoking, but we sure are toasted tan, now. It could turn into (or end as) a good thing, if it IS ended now, but, much more and someone's gonna be hurt.
Know what else? If it goes that far, no matter who or how many pay, it won't be the one responsible whose hurting. SHE'LL get by with it all. SHE'LL just keep on keeping on til she dies... soon, I hope.
Sometimes, being right sucks. Like this time.
I knew what would happen.
I said what would happen if she was given even an inch.
And... here it is.
And, hopefully, there it went.
It's over for now.
It may be over for good.
But, you're not allowed to count on that, okay?
We just hafta live with it and see.
What fuckin' fun, eh?
I gotta go to the store.
I have only two cigarettes left.
If I don't come back here (on here) tonight, I'll be back and explain this all much better, later.
Take care and
Peace
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Hey hun. I'm not totally sure what's going on, but I sorta have a clue after reading your comments a few posts back. I am sorry you are so upset and frustrated and hurting, and I hope this all goes away (or at least fades into the background) very soon. You are too awesome to have to be spending time on bullshit that upsets you. HUGS and love, Amy
Posted by: AmyVegas at August 12, 2004 09:26 AM (iS3EV)
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It's getting better.
And, actually it's two different females that I wish would both just cancel each other out, somehow. They're exactly the same, after all.
The odd thing is, I woke up defensive, without knowing why, really. Then, I saw my nemesis in a comment thread that just made me sick. (That she was there made me sick, not the comment thread itself...) So, I went the hell off, finally, after a year of trying to be p.c. about shit.
Fuck p.c., so I let go with alla that.
Then, after that, I found out the real reason I woke up on "alert"... Eric's ex tried to start a buncha shit, just like I knew she was gonna.
I did good though, from reaction time, to damage control to mopping up the aftermath.
Right now (10:00am), I'm about to go get on the horse. If I don't fall asleep in the saddle by the time I get done, I'll give it a shot, getting the "other" BC shit out.
(I'm fuckin' surrounded by BC's!!! Ewwww!!!)
Anyway... lol.
I'll be back in a bit and yes it is going away.
Slowly.
*deep breath*
and a
*hug*
Posted by: Stevie at August 12, 2004 10:04 AM (qp2Ho)
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Stevie, I didn't follow the content at all. Not one little bit, really. But the pain came through loud and clear. I'm sorry about that.
Posted by: RP at August 13, 2004 07:28 AM (X3Lfs)
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August 11, 2004
Heh...
If yer looking for me today, start in the comments six posts (including this one) down. THAT'S where I seem to be going off today... so far.
One bit of inducement, though, and I'll be more than happy to drag it all out here.
One friggin' WORD. That's all I need.
G'head.
Try me.
SEE if I'm bluffing.
Bitch.
(Again, this is directed to one person in particular which is NONE of you guys. In fact... it's a fuckin' female. *yawn*)
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[poking Stevie with a stick]Word.[/poking]
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 11, 2004 12:50 PM (NmR1a)
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lol... Yer cute. I'll give ya that...
(Still giggling... give me a minute...)
*ahem*
Okay. What a coinkeydink you, of all people, show up first. This person has now found you and your comments, so be ready, man. I JUST saw her ass in there and REFRAINED from saying anything. Oh sure, I typed out a response, but it woulda been too hard to understand without me being "pointed" about it, so, since it's your house, more or less, I let it go, but fuck did I feel sick seeing her there. (Still do, in fact. It's like seeing cancer on someone you love.)
I'm tellin' ya, if she acts true to form (going on two years now I've known of her and she's still selling the same old tired bullshit... "See my tits?" "Wanna fuck me?" *disgusted sigh*), your wife will be sick of her stupid ass inside of a week.
Now....
Not that anyone ever listens to me (around here, anyway) but I feel compelled to at least try... ready?
IF you give her even one bit of encouragement, oh Gawd, you'll wind up with the biggest mess.... ech. All it'll take is one "Hi", one "lol" or even just acquiescence, real or imagined, from you and, look out, ya know?
For instance, sure, I tell ya you're gorgeous every 49 seconds, BUT... I'm aware of and have respect for your wife.
This bitch won't,
I don't get disgusting, begging to get laid, in your comments.
Given enough time, she will. Although she'll pass it off as "kidding".
I won't attack your readers, with the possible exception of that Ken-asshole.
She will. And, she'll do it for any kind of stupid reason AND not give a damn what you say about it.
Believe me, I COULD HAVE made damned near the same remark about her in your comments that she did about me at Moody Mama's, but, you'll notice... I didn't.
Also, unlike her, I keep my bullshit in my own house. I don't shit other people's blogs/houses with it, like she seems to enjoy doing.
Just be careful.
There's a potential rattlesnake with a mental problem invading your space, now.
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 01:13 PM (fyfZF)
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Hey Mikey, get your own Blog Slut...Joanie's mine!
Posted by: Anton at August 11, 2004 07:21 PM (BcNJG)
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 07:37 PM (7mvFR)
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Finally... the latest SporkLib...
My Dream Man
by: That Gotti Travesty
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very
waterproof and
bad to the bone. He should have a physique like
Mr. Whipple, a profile like
Richard Nixon, and the intelligence of a
woodpecker. He must be polite and always remember to light my
shoe-bomb, to tip his
ice cube tray, and to take my
bear skin rug when crossing the street.
He should move
shruggingly, should have a
sparkling voice, and should always dress
overheatedly. I would also like him to be a
garden-salad dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper
uncalled for-nothings in my
headache and hold my
quotable CD.
I know an
erect man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is
Emporer Darth Misha.
One of these
days, one of these
things is gonna get one of
our asses kicked, ya do know that, don'tcha, Spork, Darlin'?
*lmao*
New list in the EP....
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That's a scream!
"An erect man is hard to find" - then you bin hangin' out in the wrong places!.
...a physique like Mr. Whipple, a profile like Richard Nixon, and the intelligence of a woodpecker.
Classic
Posted by: Light & Dark at August 11, 2004 04:10 PM (eT6wp)
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So, where's da list?
I need the words....
*hugs*
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 07:39 PM (7mvFR)
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Sorry, haven't been surfing the 'sphere the past few days! Let's see...
cotton-mouthed
squeaky
holey socks
chicken lips
axle grease
pineapple
joylessly
mealy-mouthed
wage garnishments
refridgerator magnet
walky talkies
cloud-shaped
Beh heh hee HAW haw!!!
funeral
cucumber
clammy
Clue Bat
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 15, 2004 10:58 PM (Rwvgy)
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August 10, 2004
Oh. My. Gawd....
Y'all have GOT to go see this. Warning: Do NOT be drinking anything when you read it.
My lungs and my abs hurt from laughing so friggin' hard....
Spork, you are... whew... ya know?
(
I know, 'cuz I am, too.)
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The Fluffer and Acidman???
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 10, 2004 01:13 PM (NmR1a)
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Apparantly, the "Fluffer" is the gal who keeps the porm guy "ready" f'yaknowhatImean...
Why Acidman would ever need one is beyond me...
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 10, 2004 11:29 PM (LaDCa)
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 10, 2004 11:30 PM (LaDCa)
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Hey, it could be Velociman and the Fluffer.
Ya never know.
Man, I almost said "stripper" for that one, too.
'Bout the same thing anyway, ain't they?
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 02:26 AM (MeX50)
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*speechless*
"Gee, I hope I don't stab myself in my surgically reconstructed eye, with my couldn't-look-faker fingernails, while I move my bleached blonde extensions hair away from my also surgically recontructed, over-sized Mick Jagger-like lips...."
And, fer fucks sake... does this woman not own a mirror? That style dress makes her look like Mister Potato Head body from that gauche, tacky fur strip down.
Mr. Blackwell, where ARE you when we need you?
Shit, man... I live in sweats, so I'm no fashionista, but even I can see how horrid this poor woman looks.
I'll bet her Dad is spinning and gagging in his grave, may the Don rest in peace. I love that guy, but this is an abomination.
Seriously.
*shudder*
How old
is she, anyway? 50? 55? That's what it looks like....
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She's definately over 50 and trying to look "new".
Pathetic. I'm (almost)embarrassed for her.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 10, 2004 11:34 PM (LaDCa)
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Hey! Speak for yourselves,you unappreative
nay-sayers. Us sixty-six year olds are gettin into Mafia masterbation....It's like building your own blow-up doll. She's got everything us
50's pud-pounders dreamed of when we were soiling our hands, sheet, underwear with sticky stuff, wishing the those prissy dates of ours had even
10% of what Gotti's got.. Geez, stinking generation gap, darn kids today..porn always at you finger-tips, girls puttin out on the second date, mumble, mumble...Whata you kids know about anything any way?
Posted by: haveayen at August 11, 2004 01:48 AM (Ks8AL)
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Well, the only answer to THAT is... sung by the incomparable Mr. Paul Lynde in Bye Bye Birdie...
"Kids"
Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today!
Kids! Who can understand anything they say!
Kids! They are disobedient, disrespect oafs,
Noisy, crazy, sloppy, lazy loafers!
And while we're on the subject
Kids! You can talk and talk til your face is blue!
Kids! But they still do just what they want to do!
Why can't they be like we were?
Perfect in every way!
What's the matter with kids today?
Kids! I don't mind the moonlight swims, it's the loop-the-loop that hurts!
Kids! Why don't they lower the draft age--to about eleven?
Kids! I didn't know what puberty was until I was almost past it!
Kids! They are just impossible to control!
Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock and roll!
Why can't they dance like we did?
What's wrong with Sammy Kaye?
What's the matter with kids today?
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 11:13 AM (fyfZF)
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Yeah, that's what I meant. Plus I'd do her.
Plus I'd get killed by some bodyguard. Although she probably couldn't stop laughin' when she knew my intentions, and would show me to the door before anything fatal happened.....
Posted by: haveayen at August 11, 2004 08:50 PM (SB0/u)
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12 freakin' minutes?
The World Championship was won in 12 minutes?
I don't get it. The temp was 110 degrees. Is that waaaaay hotter than normal, or something?
12!!!! minutes???
Pfft. Without even BREAKING A SWEAT, I can hang in a hot tub for, literally, an hour. Or longer. I
have done that. Many times.
12 minutes.
My achin' ass.
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Um...actually, that's mighty hot when you consider it was Celcius, not Farenheit. The article said "spending almost 12 minutes in the 110 degrees Celsius (230 degrees Fahrenheit) heat." Yikes.
Posted by: AmyVegas at August 10, 2004 11:24 AM (iS3EV)
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Hey Babe, as a lab technician, let me point out your mistake. That was 110 degrees CENTIGRADE!235 degrees F! Our New Jersey asses wouldn't have lasted more than sixty seconds in that heat. You can cook food in the oven in lesser temperatures.
Darn Americans...don't know shit about you'reapeein stuff, can't get the money right, mumble, gripe..can't order food right...kill limeys by drivin on the wrong side of the road,
mumble mumble....think girls that weigh 56 stone
must be skinny..mumble etc
Posted by: haveayen at August 11, 2004 01:58 AM (Ks8AL)
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Okay.
I was wondering.
Ya know how much I hate math, right? Well, multiply it by ten when it comes to fractions, metric bullshit and that celcius crap. Anything that has to do with numbers is just retarded.
Or maybe it's me.
Whatever.
230 degrees is much more impressive.
And, if possible, I hate math even MORE now.
Hell, it I had to choose between doing math and hanging out with some bitch woman, why... I'd just kill myself, because that's like trying to choose between dying in a fire or drowning.
(They both suck equally as badly.)
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 11:19 AM (fyfZF)
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Actually, I'd pick hanging around with bitch women, myself..for different reasons, of course.
(Well, I never did do much 'hanging'...) Maybe one of 'em would think I was cuddly or sumpin...
Do you think that Gotti broad is a bitch woman?
Maybe I could start with her....
Posted by: haveayen at August 11, 2004 08:55 PM (SB0/u)
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HA! I finally found Anton again...
And, I'm blogrolling him, I don't give a flying fuck whoM doesn't like it. He's one of the people who got screwed by that Greeblie shit, so I'd lost him for a while. Still wondering where Pril is these days...
(And, no, I'm not referring to any of you guys. It's this one particular pain in my ass kinda bitch.
Most of the places I find her in that I go, I don't go back because
most of the places aren't even worth the potential bullshit, but fuck that this time.)
Anton is too cool to pass up.
So, bite me, bitch.
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Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 10, 2004 09:34 AM (NmR1a)
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Yeah. He and a bunch of others were being hosted by some guy named Greeblie and he decied to just quit it all, one day and left them high and dry without their blogs or archives. He just stopped hosting them.
There was another guy, a web-server, or someone like that that the Greeblie guy paid for the service and after Greeblie quit, THAT guy held everybody's writing hostage til they paid the balance due that Greeblie left hanging.
Nice guy, huh?
Posted by: Stevie at August 10, 2004 09:52 AM (rbSnW)
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Actually, Dave just decided that he couldn't afford the time or cost of the internet anymore and told our hosting company that he was giving up the domain. The hosting company took that as he was giving up the account and deleted the webspace.
No hostages were taken.
I just took Pril in under my domain. You can find her at http://lastmandancing.com/nthofpril
And what the fuck are you talking about that people are giving you shit over blogrolling me?
Posted by: Anton at August 10, 2004 11:15 AM (Uga/B)
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Well, whatever the hell happened to the Greebie domain blogs, it's good to see the best of 'em being picked up, imo.
!
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 10, 2004 11:57 PM (LaDCa)
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Anton, did ya get the email I sent ya explaining what I was talking about?
It's not you, it's not that, it's that bitch Joan. 100% her. (And, no, not CRAWFORD. This one is just about her twin, but without the money. JUST LIKE MY PSYCHO MOTHER WAS. Same kinda bitch.)
Tell ya what, the mood I'm in right this second, if ya want clarification, I'm about ready to do a huge post, with links and supporting proof from Moody Mama's archives, Wizbang's archives and *Gut Rumble's archives to show you what kind of bitch it is that I'm talking about. Just say the word.
(*IF I can find them. Rob's archives got fried a while back. I know there still around somewhere, and if I HAVE TO find them, I'll sure as hell try. Pretty sure her brand of shit is still available at the other two places, though.)
I only wish I had saved her emails (and mine to her) where she lied about Rob being some huge dick who'd only delete or fisk any email I ever tried to send him, which was PROVEN to be a lie, because I've "spoken to" Rob many times and he's never done that. In fact, THAT'S her whole problem, in a nutshell.
Don't get me started, unless ya REALLY wanna know.
Gee... ya think I'm about sick of her and her shit, hmmm?
Truly, she presents herself to be one way, when she is the exact opposite of that inside, where it matters. Besides, do ya have any idea AT ALL how hard it is to respect a woman who leads with, types with, and sticks her (kinda saggy) tits in yer face, no matter where ya look? It's sad, really. But, this sadsack is obsessed with HER OWN SELF. And, any other females who aren't heavier or uglier than her get shit on, posthaste. And, she thinks it's funny to fuck up a guys blog, hence his head, even more than it already may be, if you're dumb enough to trust her with your password and let her guest post. She'll also treat your regular readers like shit when they don't fawn all over her (excuse for ) wit and kiss her (considerable) ass.
And, I'm not the only one she's shit on. I may be one of only a few who did nothing to her to deserve it, though.
This is the first time, EVER, that I've gone off about her AT ALL. I've not blogged about her, told her off or treated her badly even in a private email, but still, I get shit shovelled at me by her. In fact, the one time I did try to clarify my remarks and even apologize, her "intelligent, mature" response was to post a picture of an ass that she WISHES hers looked like. Really brilliant, huh? Sooo, fuck it, ya know? Tired of sitting on all this crap, tired of re-eating it. So, I'm not going to for even one. more. second.
Any questions?
(Seriously. Ask 'em. I'll answer 'em honestly.)
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 11:47 AM (fyfZF)
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Case in point: Just look at the comment she left about you (Anton) hosting Pril. Yes, yes, I know alllll about how she "kids" like that. It's the only way she knows to be around men, apparently. And, I've got a little news flash for ya... she ain't kidding. I can name you TWO bloggers off the top of my head that she's "kidded" with, neither of whom seem to like her very much any more. (I won't mention how one of them had to flee the ENTIRE STATE to get away from her.)
But, I WILL say, any "relationship" you may see them having with her now was only after much acrimony and bullshit and can probably best be described as an "uneasy" truce, not any kinda REAL "ship", relation, friend or otherwise.
And, frankly, seeing her rolling around, yowling like a cat in heat every goddamned place ya go gets nauseating after a while.
Oughta just get "Fuck me, NOW!" tattooed on her forehead. It's be easier.
*derisive snort*
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 12:05 PM (fyfZF)
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Stevie: check yo mail girl....
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 11, 2004 12:45 PM (NmR1a)
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 01:15 PM (fyfZF)
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And, what is it I'm looking for?
After I dump alla my own comments, the Yahoo weather shit and the junk mail, I'm left with your two comments (which I have seen and responded to) and a newsletter from Any Which Way.
Is whatever it is still enroute?
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 01:19 PM (fyfZF)
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You're looking for an e-mail that's....delicate....too delicate for a public comment.
It's 11:14 PST so you should have it by now.
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 11, 2004 02:14 PM (NmR1a)
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Got it and just replied.
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 02:41 PM (fyfZF)
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Well of course she wasn't kidding in her comment. Luckily I live 4,000 miles away from her or I'd be in real trouble.
LOL...she's just jealous because she thinks I got a hardon the last time you blogrolled me.
I didn't...ok, it twitched a little...but I didn't.
Posted by: Anton at August 11, 2004 06:25 PM (BcNJG)
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Same here with the "4000 miles away, Thank GOD" part.
And, how's about this time?
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 07:43 PM (7mvFR)
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Ummm, shit Anton.
I just realized that the distance between her and us may not matter much, after all.
Rob lives in Georgia.... Didn't do him a bit of good.
Posted by: Stevie at August 11, 2004 07:56 PM (7mvFR)
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I think Acidman would agree that the experience was quite pleasurable. Their relationship went down the tubes when Rob went a little overboard awhile back and Joanie took him to the carpet on it. Why? Because she really does (or did) care about the guy and real friends aren't afraid to tell you off when you have it coming. And the other blogger? His loss. Joanie supported the guy when he was out of a job and flat broke. If you ask me, he used her big time and she and her son deserved alot better than they got.
Joanie is a giver and behind those mountainous jugs of hers...an even bigger heart beats. Yeah, she isn't a size nine or some kind of beauty queen by popular standards. Personally, I think she's one of the sexiest women I've ever known and has been a true friend to me since the day I trolled her blog.
She's also got eyes that turn bright green when it comes to me. She used to have the same reaction when women such as yourself tried to cuddle up to Rob.
Don't take it personally. She's just reacting like any other red blooded woman would react.
As far as her wanting to bang me...can you blame her? It's all about the blog, babe.
Thanks for putting me back on the blogroll...the ole' ego is definitely throbbing.
Keep Chilly
Posted by: Anton at August 12, 2004 09:34 AM (8fAuI)
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it's a wonder what stupidity you can find by just googling your own handle... tsk, tsk...
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Jeezus, NYC people are fuckin' weird...
First, go read this real quick. The basic premise, I suppose, is fine. Hell, the Amish have been doing a version of that forever, but... NATURALLY, NYC just haaaaas to put a spin on it that sends it into "Insanityville", these fuckin' NUTS.
And, I quote...
An introduction to cuddling ensues, first by hugging three people. People then get in a circle on their hands and knees, rub shoulders and moo like cows. After a bit of swaying, everyone falls to their side, which puts them into an easy cuddling position.
Do I even hafta point it out, the utter (uTTer, not uDDer) insanity of this shit?
Okay... here... this line:
...get in a circle on their hands and knees, rub shoulders and moo like cows. After a bit of swaying, everyone falls to their side....
Siiiigh.
Shit, man... that sounds more like
cow-tipping than friggin' THERAPY.
Dude.
Not even a DAIRY FARMER would do that shit. How much ya wanna bet there's a few o'them cityfolk up there not even knowing what the hell a cow sounds like? That'd be funny. Be outside the door to this shit and hear neighing, barking, clucking, the rattling of the keys on the guy-in-white's hip as he juggles the straight-jacket.
City people are fuckin' GONE, man.
Right around the goddamned bend.
Gone, I tell ya.
THIS from a city whose populace majority would cut yer heart out for LOOKING AT THEM WRONG. Yeah... riiiiight.
Moo.
Ya know?
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c'mon. Are YOU tellin' me that cow tipping isn't theraputic?
Posted by: Mad William Flint at August 10, 2004 08:08 AM (/j9KS)
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*snort*
As aggravating as cows can be, cow punching is more theraputic.
But,also, more painful to the ka-nuke-els...
(knuckles?)
Didja get that email?
Posted by: Stevie at August 10, 2004 08:49 AM (rbSnW)
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I'm sorry but I never felt like hugging a cow. Ever.
Posted by: kenna at August 10, 2004 09:03 AM (h8fVz)
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Awww, Kenna... if you ever met this one cow we have here, Annabelle, the Pop-Tart eating cow, you'd hug HER. She's too cute to resist.
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Yeah, them city folks is all screwed up.
Us originals, who actually started all this,
did it with chickens! What in hell is it with cows? I'd call it perversion. And, I never saw a cow that was tight as a pretty chicken....
Posted by: haveayen at August 11, 2004 09:01 PM (SB0/u)
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So, have ya ever....
Been making dinner and you've got the three side dishes nearly done and then you discover that some tiny, yet integral detail, like say the MAIN MEAT PART, ya ain't got no'mo' when ya just DID, like YESTERDAY?!?!?
Fuck, I hate that.
First off, I AM stupid. I'm feeding 5, count 'em FIVE, guys of varying ages a dinner that includes baked beans. I know, I know.... do I have a death wish, or what? And, these aren't yer typical baked beans, no.. these are "doctored up". Meaning they've got brown sugar, bacon, onions, ketchup and mustard in 'em. They make for some NUCLEAR emissions, lem'me tell ya. These guy's'll be SBD-in' all over hells half acre later and tomorrow. Heh... be a real bitch if that Adam does hafta go home after I feed him that, huh? *giggle, giggle, snerk*
We're also having mac and cheese, fries and hot dogs. Guess what I didn't have any of?
Yes, friggin' HOTDOGS. There were just THREE packs in there, not a week ago, fer fuck's sake.
SOOO, George and Eric got to run to the store for stupid hotdogs and A onion. (Well, I hadta make it worth the trip, din't I? Geez.)
Siiiigh.
Men.
(I can say that with a crystal clear conscience because I didn't even get ONE o'them dogs...) (I damned sure will this time, tho. Grrrrr.....)
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Okay, who are ya?
There is someone here right now who found me using a Google image search.
Who are you?
Just curious.
(Don't make me go thru all the bullcrap of looking it up, okay? Please?)
A bit later... yeah, okay. So, yer from Arizona anyway. No biggie. Hey Hank-from-back-in-my-Xanga-days, that you?
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Now, here's something that not many people besides me and Sharon Osbourne can say...
(Nor, probably, WOULD they, even if they could.)
Ozzy pees in my sink.
Both of them*, in fact. (*Sinks, not Ozzys.)
In my particular case, Ozzy is a cat. Yes, named after the great Ozzman, himself, so, yes I realize I probably brought this on myself, but, still.
The stupid cat pees in the sink.
Consequently, I have the cleanest sinks in alla Bucks County, because they get scoured every time somebody uses one, just about. And, the cool thing, if there is indeed a "cool" thing to be said about a cat peeing in a sink, is that, in the kitchen, he uses the "other" side, not the side I wash dishes in.
Now, if he's smart enough to figure that out, why can't he operate the toilet and be done with it?
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Rut-roh...
Dis don't sound good, do it?
As for that last sentence....
WELL, DU-uu-UH!!!
Ya THINK?
Jeezus. Technically speaking, EVERYBODY dies of heart failure. Yer heart FAILS to keep pumping, doesn't it?
The real question is always: 'why?'
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And, here it is... "Well, shit" #3...
Only, this time, the "Well, shit" can be ended with "I didn't know SHE was even still alive."
Yeah, I know there've been a coupla others who've garnered Yahoo headlines by dying, but I was waiting for The One. The one MOST people would have heard of.
Fay's it.
Gotta be.
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Well, this is cute...
The third kid, a young man named Adam, who is here with Eric Jr., just asked me to take a look at his ankle for him. Seems he had a tick on his ankle a week or longer ago that his Mom removed.
NOW, there is the classic bullseye ring around the bite mark. It's the bite in the center, a band of white around it, then a band of red around that. And it's distinctive enough to see it and
know it didn't just show up in the last 24 hours, too. It looks like it's been itching him a bit and it's been scratched at for a while.
Siiiigh.
Why me Lord?
"BECAUSE, YOU PISS ME OFF!!!", He thunders, as He makes a grinding motion on His desk with His thumb.
Aaaanyway... I told George, who called Jersey and left a message for the child's mother. She's supposed to call back around 8:30. He may be going home tonight, maybe not. He's her kid, it's her choice. Either way, JUNIOR is NOT going home, so if this is/was some kind of pre-determined ploy to get them ALL home early (think: last visit), it ain't gunna work. So there.... pttttbbbbhhhh.
In the meantime, move this wound to the top of an ankle and this is what it looks like, exactly...
Lovely, ain't it?
What IS it with legs and creatures around here lately, anyway? I even traumatized my OWN legs last night.
I shaved them.
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Hi.
I'm awake again already.
Just thought I'd share that.
Ms. China just haaaaad to get into the bedroom. So much so, that she picked (and picked and
picked) at the door til she woke me up.
I thought someone was doing a little remodeling, of a morn.
Nope. Just her gray paws, crossed somehow, poking under the door like a penitent or something... "Pleeeeease let me in. I'm sooooooo sorry, even if I'm not sure about what. I just wanna get in there with you, pleeeeeeease? C'mon, Mom! Open the dooooooor...."
Nine minutes and 32 seconds later, after I've left for the bathroom, she's done and she wants out now, thanks.
Siiiigh.
All this before I get to finish even one cuppa coffee.
Then...
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Don't forget to get them outside diggin holes and burning off that excess energy...
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 09, 2004 02:44 PM (xGZ+b)
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Yes, but isn't making them "dig their own graves" cruel and unusual punishment or something?
*giggle*
Actually, this time (especially since I get to know when it's gonna end AND that it'll be soon), I barely even notice they're here. Eric Sr. is keeping them busy and they ARE being really good too.
Wonder what's up widdat? Hmmmm....
*snerk*
Posted by: Stevie at August 09, 2004 04:18 PM (jNLZA)
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49 hours and countng...
(lmbo... when I typed that title, I accidentally-I hope- left out the "o". Well, if it was a verb, I'm sure I'd do it, occasionally, at least.)
And, yes, I have been awake for 49 hours so far. I'm not trying to do this, it's just happening. No biggie, but sometimes it suuure does get interesting.
Let's see how much of this I can keep straight...
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August 08, 2004
Well, shit #2...
Red Adair is
gone.
God Speed, Red.
May you spend eternity comfortably ensconced in central air conditioning.
Wonder who's next?
*knocks on wood*
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Well, about the only thing I have in common with this great man is our birthday, June 18th. Cool!!
Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 08, 2004 03:36 PM (okW1w)
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Wonder who's next?
It will be a murder-suicide with Yanni and Madeleine Albright...
Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 08, 2004 05:58 PM (bJ7y9)
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As a former resident of the great State of Louisiana, I am very sad to have learned this news. RIP, Red.
Posted by: RP at August 08, 2004 07:33 PM (X3Lfs)
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His obit made the NY Times today: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/08/09/obituaries/09adair.html
Posted by: RP at August 09, 2004 10:04 AM (LlPKh)
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