June 03, 2004
Madfish Willie...
Oh yeah... Larry's still kickin'.
See?
I'd have just sent the link via email, but Mozilla doesn't let me do links in Yahoo mail, so I did it this way.
Just keep one thing in mind for me... you know how giving birth is a bloody, painful mess? Well, it's also a beginning. Very few beginnings are any less than that... a bloody, painful mess. The bloody, painful mess part is also the temporary part. It's the beginning that's the point. This is a beginning for you.
Believe me.
I know. I really, truly know this to be true. And, those footprints you'll see if ya look down?
Follow 'em.
They're mine. One step at a time, Hon. One step at a time.
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June 02, 2004
Free association...
Found this, here.
- Lover::Eric
- Ridiculous::Life
- Oscar::Felix
- Tennis:
ong
- Account Balance::Math=ugh.
- Hickey::Stupid
- License::To kill?
- Breathmints::Mentos
- TexMex::Selena
- Stepmother::I miss my Dad.
Peace
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June 01, 2004
My top 10....
Rob did a list of his top 10 favorite country songs. Got me to thinkin', too. If I had to choose one or the other between rock and country for the rest of my life, I'd go with rock without even thinking about it.
Don't get me wrong... I like country, but it can and often will reach right into your chest, rip yer heart out and hand it to ya, shredded and bloody, but still beating. Shit kills me. Either that, or it makes me want a beer and a shot of Jack (Daniels) and a pool cue in my hand, damn it. Dwight's good for that effect... Anyway, I decided to try a top 10 list of my own. I got 'em listed pretty damned quickly and Mr. Yoakam didn't even make the list, surprisingly enough, though I do like nearly everything he's ever done. My list is in no particular order and, just for the record, the mere act of typing out the titles of the Chris LeDoux songs made me tear up. (I did the list first, then added this part...)I'm tellin' ya... I can't HANDLE this shit... lol. Damn.
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Yahoo Instant Messaging...
Is so cool.
Especially the new version I downloaded last night.
Geez. Cool part is... I got to have Jack right in my ear for a few. (Lordy, I love that voice...) I just thought of something. My three favorite guys, Eric, Jack and my Dad.... when I wanna talk to ANY of them, I have to call them at work. Two of them it's because of women. Eric, it's just cause that's always where he is. Of course, until Eric moved in with me, I didn't even talk to him at work much and we worked at the same place. His ex makes the other two obstacles look like mere yarn barriers, easily gotten through. Still, it IS a bitch, sometimes. Siiiigh. (Yet, giggling at the same time...) Ya know, it just occured to me and not for the first time, if all these females (and it is more than just those two I obliquely mentioned) get so retarded about (threatened by) me, maybe I oughta take a closer look at me myself and see what they see. It's obviously not the person I see. Instead of letting the way these women feel about me tear me down and make me feel like leper shit or something, I need to start taking it the opposite way. As in, I must be pretty fuckin' cool, especially to 'their men', or they'd not care about me being around them, huh? Hmmm. That does sorta go along with the 'they're jealous' shit I've been hearing forever... Christ, women are stupid. And, actually, all three of the 'chicks' in my mind right now are, or had been in Eric's ex's case, WITH the guys. And, for YEARS. Living with them, married to them... whatever. They're there and I'm not. That ain't good enough though.
Now, either I've wasted my life, not being the supermodel these females act like I am or else they are fucked. UP. I think it's the latter, for the record. Aaanyway... YIM kicks ass and women are stupid.
Business as usual.
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May 30, 2004
Holy shit...
I just found a picture of my (life)buddy Jack...
He's the one I think I just mentioned the other day who had an accident.He's also the one who shares the responsibility for me being called "The Drag Queen".
In addition, he's the one who took my kinda quiet little flickering Viet Nam Vet light and turned it into a screaming torch.
He's the one I used to ride behind. The only one I've ever ridden behind.
He allowed me to be a vicarious part of something so real and so meaningful... I also put his colors on once.
Man.... that was intense. But then, so is Jack.
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Memorial Day....
Boy, this day means a lot of things to a lot of people, doesn't it?
To some it means they get to wear white now. To others it's the beginning of their 'play days' of going to the shore, cooking out and goofing off. Still others will use it an excuse to get drunk, loud, rowdy and possibly even stupid. The cops'll use it as excuse to crack down on everything from seatbelt to DUI offenses, just suckin' in that revenue. There will even be those who spend the day at actual Veteran's Cemetaries and Memorials, honoring the dead the best way they know how. All that is fine and most of it is even good. And, yes I do know this is Memorial Day, not Veterans Day. But, how many people really do stop and remember what happened to our Vets? Especially our Viet Nam Vets? How many people even think about what they went through over there? How many people even care anymore what our men were put through when they got captured or for how long? How many people give one good Got-damn about the many Nam Vets who still aren't doing very well since they've been back? How much longer til enough people do care enough to really reach out to these men (mostly) and really help them get what they've needed for so long to get themselves back? To have a chance? To have a job? To have a life? To have a home? How many people even say "Thank you" to a Veteran for what he sacrificed? (I do happen to know there are a few of us who do that, but, there are no where near enough who do...) This Memorial Day, can I ask two small favors of you? First, I'd love it if everybody would read and even pass on the excerpted news article in the extended entry. It's from Yahoo News and I 'edited' it to keep it to the point and as short as possible. It's very important that as many people as possible are made aware of this. Second, please don't just spend the day pigging out, throwing back beers in the name of "those who served and died"... really take a minute or so and REMEMBER who they were and are and what they gave. And, what some are still giving...
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May 29, 2004
Michael Steven Robbins...
Man.
I just stuck in a tape of Neil Young's Live Rust and, Holy Gawd... Twenty-five years just faded away. This isn't just making me feel things, tho. It's also kinda freakin' me out to realize how much Mike has influenced my life... or controlled it, almost. Which is reeeally weird, seeing how I lost him back in '82. He was electrocuted, the dumbass. I'm still a little pissed at him for being so dumb, but I can't say he didn't tell me it, or something like it, was gonna happen... I also can't say I don't still love him, cause I do. He was the first and he really did 'set my taste', as it were, for what I wanted.
And, I've got it.
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May 28, 2004
Oh. My. God.
I just nearly choked to death from laughing at this.
I still can't quit giggling over the spelling of the noise. Then, the dogs reaction...
And, I like the swirley background, too. (He did ask in one post...) Dude... yer fried. (And, I know by what...)
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Well, I'm here...
What were your other two wishes?
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I'm not the slightest bit surprised...
By this.
I lived in Salem County my whole life.Except when I lived in Gloucester, while working for Wally. See? It was TOO that fuckin' state and not me.
I knew it.
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May 27, 2004
Okay, since I can...
And since Paul got me thinking about these guys (and a couple of others) in my comments, here ya go...
(In the order I mentioned them...)
Posted by: Stevie at 08:17 AM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
It was a walk-by fruiting...
Acidman was the victim of an assault... of sorts.
Like I said... It was a walk-by fruiting.
C'MON!!!!
That was TOO funny!
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May 26, 2004
Testing....
Yeah... I know the feeling there, Bret. I think WE got it, Paul and I, again....
But, to be absolutely certain, I think I'm gonna post a few more pictures. Be great to see a few certain people in all their HUGE, FULL-SIZED glory... *snerk*
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I am seriously thinking about quitting this...
Two main reasons.
Number one... I can't ever get here anymore. Used to be, no matter what time I came to the computer, it was available. Now, it never is. No matter what fuckin' time of day I come here, George is ALWAYS parked in this chair. He won't get done, either. Just sits here, knowing I'm wanting the stupid thing, not giving a damn. Christ, that pisses me off. However, lately, it's not even worth fighting over, because I can't get shit to post right. I wanted yesterday to zing Mad Wm. with dual pics of Hart and Lennon, but then I remembered I CAN'T because all this stupid thing does now is post little tiny 115 by 115 pixel pics which is NOT what I want. I have no idea how to fix it, I've read every goddamned thing about uploading, downloading, MT and every other fuckin' derivative of that idea I can think of and nothing works. Now, I feel completely frustrated, pissed off, on the verge of tears and sick of it. IF I remember correctly, this blogging stuff is supposed to HELP not ADD TO the shit that makes ya wanna climb a silo with a rifle in hand. I've never been one to just jump into a car and start driving. Sure, I did that at first. But, after a bit, I started wanting to know how shit works. I got sick of having to run to a mechanic every time there was a noise. Same here. This picture shit has really got me... in fact, if I don't get away from this thing really shortly here, I am gonna cry... AGAIN. That really was one of the best parts of this whole deal... being able to post big, bold and, I suppose in some cases nauseating, pictures of stuff. I can just imagine how impressive the thing I did for Dad's birthday woulda been being an inch and a half by an inch and a half, like it is now. Eric's birthday is coming up in June. What? You think I'm gonna post some little tiny shit for that? Nope. Not even.(Ah fuck... here we go...) I don't know what to do. Except walk away before I apply my Pusser club to several surfaces. This bullshit is like driving Richard Petty's racecar with a fuckin' governor on it, making anything over 10 mph impossible. Who could stand that? Not me, man. I have enough fucked up shit in my life that I can't fix. Do I LOOK like I need one more? Cause, I don't.
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May 25, 2004
Rut-roh....
Somebody somewhere fucked up big time.
Why in the name of GOD anybody would even want to annoy Paul, let alone get him this pissed off is incomprehensible to me. I'm not sure who did what, but... That's not even the most important part. That some dildo pushed and kept pushin' til he got this pissed, the fact that he even feels this way, is what's got me. Yeah, it's 'got me', alright. Got me pulling out Ye Olde Pusser Stick, cleaning it up and getting it ready to avenge him, if called. Now, that may not sound so bad, just by itself. But, factor in how much I ENJOY wielding that thing, the utter GLEE with which I swing it, the accuracy of the hits when-to quote Tin Cup-that tuning fork goes off in your loin from the SOLIDITY of the landed blows, the giggling over the bleeding... remember to factor in THAT kinda shit, and ya start to understand why it's just better for everybody to not make me feel the need for it. Ya know? God Bless Buford Pusser. And his stick. In the meantime, Ol' Bocephus knows some about this kinda shit, too.Posted by: Stevie at 05:45 PM | Comments (26) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Just cause I feel like it...
Ahhhhh. I feel muchos betters now.
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May 23, 2004
Holy Horseballs...
It's HOT.
Went to bed sometime in the vicinity of 11:00am, just got up a little bit ago. It's getting to be S.O.P. to put my hair up in a fat ponytail within minutes of consciousness. I always put it right on top of my head. I like the way it looks there, better than off the bottom of the back of my head. Besides, that way, it's no cooler, for some reason. This way, with it on top of my head-think Jeannie- not only do I get that cute "Pomeranian" look, it's also lots cooler. And, I can get the ponytail whirling around and whack the hell outta ya with it, too. It also makes a pretty cool cat toy, if my kittens are any indication.Actually, they (the kittens) like it loose, too. I bend over, flip all my hair over, let them grab into it and hang there while I swing 'em back and forth. That may sound utterly retarded, but, hell... I can't swing 'em around by their little arms and legs, like people do kids, right? Of course not. By the same token, I'd not let any kids hang in my hair and swing anything except, maybe, a fist... that'd hurt. Anyhoot, I just made Sloppy Joes and am about to start in on the cookies. I also have a few dishes with my name on 'em to do. All in good time... There's an extra kids here again, this weekend. Not the same one as last weekend, either. That was Adam. This guy is JJ. Nice kid. He's starting to get homesick now, less than three hours before they'll be going home anyway, but, other than that, he's a nice boy. In fact, his Mom send a buncha food with him, like mac and cheese, Spaghetti-o's... shit like that, cause he's alleged to be a finicky eater. He hasn't even touched any of that stuff. The only way I even knew he had food with him was because Eric Jr. told his Dad and Dad told me. I hadn't even heard of it, let alone seen it, til Big Eric told me. He thinks it's pretty cool the kid actually likes what we cook that much. So do I. That's definitely something I got from Dad. He was always the cook. Mom's role was "anal retentive Hun". Dad did the cooking and parenting. Mom cleaned. Then got pissed because ya lived there and had the audacity to walk on her clean floor, eat and even breathe, fer Pete's sake. Ha. Just realized that psycho's birthday is in a week. So's Kim's. (My Dad's wife...) I swear, my Dad is either incredibly brave, extraordinarily lucky or just plain nuts. After 20+ years of putting up with my Mom's insane Gemini shit, he turns around and marries another one, with the exact same birthdate. Biggest difference between the two is that I'd have picked Kim to raise me, had I had a choice. And, now look at me... totally in love for the rest of my life with a (say it with me) GEMINI!!!! Dear God,
You are soooo funny. Sincerely,
Me P.S. Thank you more than I can say, too. Alrighty then... off to make cookies. Peace.
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Eric, my love...
It's been so long since I've written to you. And, what lovely timing I have now... I've got a cake waiting for me to make room for it in the frig and I have to get you up in a little while, but... I started it anyway.
There are just so many things going on and in my head and in my heart, that I don't think the best of it gets out often enough. The amazing things I feel and think about you are so much a part of me that I take for granted the opportunities I have every day to make them known. So, I'm putting "The Heart of Chicago 1967-1997" in the CD player with the headphones on, maybe getting a shot or two of Tequila Rose and I'm just gonna see where it takes me. It'll be a wonderful trip, no matter how much I cry, because it'll be about you.Posted by: Stevie at 04:48 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Awwwww, man....
Now, THIS is sweet. I'm sitting here with an ear-to-ear grin and brimming eyes.
See, Dad? I'm not the only one who does this kinda stuff. Shit. Now I can't wait til God sends me my next baby to help. It also reminds me of the time at Wellacrest that I took a bull for a ride in my pickup. Granted, it was a bull calf, but how many people can ya say ya know who've had a bull in the cab of their truck on purpose? (Well, I wasn't about to carry that lard-ass across the farm....) Then, there was that baby I had a hold of whilst sitting on the hood of a tractor like it was a horse.... a calf, of course. Had I said 'screaming shit and puke machine', THEN I'da been talking about a human baby. The story also woulda been vastly different, but.... Aaanyway. God Bless those people. Isn't it sad, though, that people doing this kind of thing for an animal is so rare that it's considered NEWS?Posted by: Stevie at 12:23 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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