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May 21, 2004

Misc. musings...

I know I haven't been as mouthy as usual lately and I just wanted to pop in and say "Hi". Since the house is so clean and we've got George's sectional couch in here now, I've just been kinda hangin' out, watching actual TV a bit. We've also got the boys, plus a friend, this weekend and it was so cool getting ready for that. To get the house back into "anybody can see it" shape, it only took about an hour. And, part of that time was waiting for shit, like the dishes to dry or the washer to get done. I like it this way much better. Now, if I could only get rid of this stupid headache...

Anyway... gotsa coupla questions for Pixy or Paul or anybody who may know... why does Sam from The Briar Patch have such a hard time pinging me? Why do I get 'errors' every time I ping people? And, most important-as in most aggravating- of all... why does the "upload file" thing INSIST on making all my pictures so damned small? Gawd, that is pissin' me off. I can't figure out how to make it be-friggin'-HAVE. If I wanted tiny, thumbnail sized pictures, I'd CHOOSE the thumbnail option, ya know?

Anyhoot... I'm about ready to go to the store here in a few. Yeah, I know it's kinda late for that, but this store is open 24 hrs. and it's best to go this time of night. The rest of the day, it's a nightmare. 400 assholes trying to get checked through about 4 lanes, manned by dimbulbs. One of these days, I'm gonna be stuck behind some dipshit in the express lane who has 29 items and writes a check and I will not be held responsible for my actions. And, anybody who moves at less than .000000087 mph, needs to just stay the hell home or outta my way... which the hell ever. I'm in no mood for silliniess when I'm in there. Hell, when am I EVER in the mood for that shit? Hmmm... let's see.... Got it. NEVER.

Yeah... I am a little grouchy and no, I have no idea why.

Think I may hafta partake of some Tequila when I get home.

We'll see.

Peace.

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May 19, 2004

Linkfest, Part 3...

Next 15 or so blogs, comin' up.

Before I start that though and in light of what happened yesterday, I'd like at this time to exhort Jack Klugman to KEEP BREATHIN', DUDE!!!! He was always my favorite, anyway.
Ain't he cute?

If I ever got to meet him, I'd give him a longest hug in history. I grew up watching him and Tony on The Odd Couple. I liked him even more as Quincey. It sucks to have lost Walt, Jack Lemmon and now Tony, but... Thank God Jack Klugman is still here. Hmmm... now I'm wondering if Bret's still alive. Bret Somers, not Hart. Jack's ex-wife....

Aaaanyway... on to the blogs.

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May 18, 2004

Linkfest, Part 2...

Here are the next 15 blogs. I don't know if everybody is getting pinged or not, because it always says an error occured and invites me to take a peek at the activity log. I did that once. Ain't gonna do it again. It scared me...
Something is working somewhere, anyway, cause Buzz dropped by and made me feel great. It's nice to know that even one person gives even one shit about this.
Thanks, Buzz... (told you guys he's cool... *grin*)

Oh, and Sam? I actually did hear myself use that phrase yesterday, too... "my creek". I made me stop what I was saying and kinda grin at the easy way it came out. Then, I read that from you and was like, "Ha! See? It's not just me, then..."

Now... ready? Here we go....

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May 17, 2004

And-a one, and-a two, and...

Okay... here we go.
This is gonna be in alphabetical order, right down the roll.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:37 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay...

I've been to every blog on the exposed roll. There are three I need to recheck later and delete if they're still "unable to be found", but, I still have the groundwork done to produce a post with about 45 links, give or take.

HOWEVER... it's getting to be time to get Eric up and shit and I have a little rearranging of furniture to do in the livingroom and I suppose it'd hurt nothing to pick the cat-potties, too. Then, I'm gonna come back here and see what I come up with.

Alrighty then.
Be back shortly....

Peace.
(Fuck you, War. I want my word back...)

Posted by: Stevie at 04:45 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

May 16, 2004

Ya know what, Mikey?

You're right.
Twice at once, too.

Not only did you have a damned good point in that comment ya left, this post is dead on, too.

I saw where you did some housecleaning on the blog. I did too. Just last night. Not only trimmed some of the deadwood outta the blogroll, I even cleaned out my bookmarks, a not insignificant task, lemme tell ya.

Seeing as how my house is clean, everything is in order and my blogroll is a bit shorter, I think I may just sit here tonight and do a great big old link festival.

I've got some Tequila Rose, a nice breeze and everybody but me is asleep. There's nothing waiting for me to do it, except throw a load of wash into the dryer.

So, I'm gonna go do that, get a shower, put on a light mid-thigh length shirt, get some TR over ice and see what I come up with. Oughta be interestin'.

I've been wanting to try another huge link post anyway and, Mikey... your comment got me to thinking about how I just take some damned good blogs totally for granted and don't mention them often enough... or at all in some cases. Time to fix that.

Thanks, Buddy and have I mentioned how much I like that picture of you you have on your blog?

Posted by: Stevie at 11:46 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Duuu-uuuude...

What the fuck, man?

Are ya permanantly stoned, or just that stupid? Your boneheadedness in this surpasses even my boneheadedness on so many levels and to a degree I hope never to reach, that it's almost scary.
Only almost, though.

What I'm picturing is a scene right out of some Cheech and Chong movie.

Thanks Dude, for making us all look just a little more 'mentally challenged'. That reeeeally helps.
You dipshit.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:41 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I have a feeling I know who it was...

This is somewhere between weird and cool.
Weird that it happened.
Cool if it was who I think it was.

This is one I'd like to see on Crossing Over.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:27 PM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I've found the coolest blog...

I don't even remember the path I took when I found this guy, but he's goood.

This post is one of the best posts I've read on any blog anywhere. This is the truth, delivered the best way possible- with humor.

You know what they say about a spoonful of sugar... Same deal.

Wanna know how good he is, besides that post?
I'm watching "Money for Nothing*" again. I started reading Joshua at about the same time I started the movie. I happened to look up at one point and notice that it was halfway through the part where Benicio first appears. So, I rewound it to the beginning of that scene and stopped the tape and went to finish the post I was reading at the time.

That was, like... an hour ago.

Dude took my mind away from Benicio Del Toro.
That's how well he writes.

Update @ 3:43am- Wow.
I'm reading his archives in order and this post, the last one from 9/02, is the one right after the one I just linked.
I think I missed out not knowing about this Bill Hicks guy. He sounds like a great cross between Kinnison and Carlin, two of the best ever.
Thanks Joshua. You just gave this guy a new fan.
*clicks over to Google*

(*Thank God it's Saturday, hence not as many people reading blogs as usual, cuz I did it again. I keep calling that movie "Easy Money" when that's not the name of it. I reeeeally hafta relabel that tape. Sorry. moneyfornothingmoneyfornothingmoneyfornothing, damn it....)

Posted by: Stevie at 03:35 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I'm sorry for your loss...

George (Mr.), Virl, Tom, Alan, Wayne, Merrill, Jay, Donny, Marie and Jimmy Osmond...

How ironic to have lost her on Mother's Day, when she was so obviously such a good Mom to all of you. Aside from your fame and talent, you all seem like such good, decent people.

Again...
My condolences.

May she rest in peace.

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May 15, 2004

I know what I just said...

But...

THANK YOU, DAN!!!!!!

That is all.

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May 14, 2004

I'm goin' to Knoxville...

So... I'm reading Fark and I see a story that I click on about a guy who won't give his freshly washed Mustang to a carjacker. Okaaay.
After that story, I read one from the same paper about a Good Samaritan who saved a cops life. Pretty cool.

Then, the one I read next, just confirms I'm going to hell... or Knoxville.

It's about this woman who's ex-~~idiot~~, I mean husband, killed himself and their infant by jumping into a river and drowning them both. This woman is so grateful for what the volunteer rescue squad did, even going so far as to specify this one guy who broke his eardrum and had hypothermia from the search, that she's taking in a bunch of stuff to sell at a yardsale to raise $25,000 for them to have sonar equipment they had to borrow from another squad while searching for her baby.

I think she rocks and so do the members of the rescue squad.

However....

I think the last part coulda been worded just a lil'bit better.

Here are the last three paragraphes, cut and pasted, so I don't frig it up....

When Will died, his mother asked people to donate to the Rescue Squad instead of sending flowers. $6,000 came in from all over the country, but the equipment Kristie wants to buy for her heroes will cost $25,000. It is specialized sonar equipment that the team had to borrow from another department when they searched for Will. Kristie is determined to make up the difference in cost, even though she also hopes the squad never has to use the sonar.

"I hope the equipment has to sit in a corner and draw dust," she says. "I hope no one has to go through this, but I do want them to have it. And I want it to be in honor of William."

The Knoxville Volunteer Rescue Squad is having an open house Saturday, May 15. Any community member can stop by their headquarters on Chilhowee Drive and check out their equipment.

My first thought?
Gee, I guess it's better they waited til now to have that open house, instead of when the incident happened, which was wintertime. That equipment woulda been so much harder to see....

I am sooooo going to hell now.
(Like I wasn't before?)

Later.

Posted by: Stevie at 10:17 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Ya know what?

I've had enough.
I'm totally, completely and absolutely sick of this shit.

The war, I mean.

I'm not a "politics blogger" to begin with because I find it boring and mostly stupid to try to keep straight a bunch of lies, liars and utter bullshit.

Nobody can agree on even one aspect of all this shit and it's only making me more confused and pissed off and that is NOT why I started doing this.

I started doing this to clear my head, not clog it up with SHIT, which is pretty much what this all is.

Since Nick Berg's murder, actually since the prison garbage, I've not even felt like posting because it feels too... massive. I can't get out what I mean, I know NOTHING of the ancient history of this shit and could not POSSIBLY care less and I'm sick of it keeping me from being here.

What's gonna happen is gonna happen and there is not one single damned thing I can do about it, so worrying about it is just stupid. Fuck that.

Ignoring this mess for 40 years did me just fine and that's what I'm gonna go back to.

The bottom line is this: Everybody is going to die. Somehow, some day, every single one of us is going to be dead. "No one here gets out alive..." I, personally, could give a fuck (but don't) when I die or how. It's not in my control, so again... why sweat it?

All this endless bullshit is killing me by inches and that (along with fire and drowning) is NOT the way I chose to go. This crap has changed me, made me more pissed off than I've ever been, with less chance of actually being able to do anything about it, than even my slut mother did. Couldn't do much about her either. God handled that. He killed her. Or, she did. (She was a NURSE whose parents BOTH died of massive MI's and yet, she let her MI go on for HOURS before she decided to say anything, so... whatever.)

I'm not gonna do that. I'm NOT gonna stress myself into dying like her at about the same age. Especially over this dumb shit.

I don't give a dead rats ass about liberating Iraq. I don't give a dead rats ass that Nick Berg let somebody whose dog was friends with a terrorist's dog use his computer, or whatever the fuckin' story is going to turn into next. I don't care who started all this shit. I just don't do NOT CARE ANYMORE. I can't. It's just too much bullshit. Too much game playing. Too much, period.

I have the video of Nick's beheading. I can't POST IT, because this thing says it's too big, but I've got it. I've watched it several times and how anybody can say we owe those ragheads ANY kind of consideration is beyond me and it's also killing any respect I ever had for this country and it's making me know way more than I ever really wanted to, just how fuckin' stupid some people are.

If I keep paying attention to all this and trying to figure it out, it's gonna destroy me, so... I'm done with it. There's too much oil, money and too many personal agendas involved in this shit for it to ever be resolved correctly, which would, of course, HAVE TO start with terrorist brain matter splattered everywhere.
Which, it's patently obvious, ain't. gunna. happen. Now, or ever.

So... to the people who were murdered on the morning of September 11th, 2001... I'm sorry. I'm sorry you were killed and I'm even more sorry that this country is too sorry to bother worrying about avenging you all.

Todd Beamer and those people on that airplane had more balls to do what had to, needed to, be done than all the useless, moronic fuckin' politicians in this country put together. How utterly disgusting and sad it is that they can't muster up the reslove to follow his lead.

"Let's roll."

Indeed.

Nick? What was done to you was... fuck, man... there ARE no words for it. You stand as a symbol for what trying to help those assholes can get ya. But, again... this country is too fuckin' stupid to see that. And... you should have never even been there. There's enough money to be made right here. So, I'm simultaneously horrified over and pissed at you for what was done. If I'd been your mother, I'd have broken both your legs to keep you from going over there, if I'd had to. IT JUST WASN'T WORTH IT, WAS IT????

But, I can't blame you entirely for that attitude of yours. You learned it from the US. This stupid country has enough of it's own shit to take care of... homeless people, starving kids, uneducated kids, nutjob people walking around loose, Social Security going down the toilet... shit like that to be "fixed" before we go telling anybody else how to run things, but, nooooo. Screw yer own backyard. Let's just piss and moan about and try to control the neighbors.

Typical.

And, ultimately deadly.

So, back to the way I was doing it before. I, too, have much more pressing concerns of my own to be fretting over what this pansy-assed country needs to be doing.

Go ahead and get me killed.

It isn't like I'm immortal, anyway. In the meantime, though, I have my own ridiculous excuse for a life to live and I'm just gonna do that.

I don't think I want to say "Peace" anymore. It seems like such a hollow word.

Later.

Posted by: Stevie at 07:22 PM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Ya know what?

I've had enough.
I'm totally, completely and absolutely sick of this shit.

The war, I mean.

I'm not a "politics blogger" to begin with because I find it boring and mostly stupid to try to keep straight a bunch of lies, liars and utter bullshit.

Nobody can agree on even one aspect of all this shit and it's only making me more confused and pissed off and that is NOT why I started doing this.

I started doing this to clear my head, not clog it up with SHIT, which is pretty much what this all is.

What's gonna happen is gonna happen and there is not one single damned thing I can do about it, so worrying about it is just stupid. Fuck that.

Ignoring this mess for 40 years did me just fine and that's what I'm gonna go back to.

I'm not gonna do that. I'm NOT gonna stress myself into dying like her at about the same age. Especially over this dumb shit.

"Let's roll."

Indeed.

Typical.

And, ultimately deadly.

So, back to the way I was doing it before. I, too, have much more pressing concerns of my own to be fretting over what this pansy-assed country needs to be doing.

Go ahead and get me killed.

It isn't like I'm immortal, anyway. In the meantime, though, I have my own ridiculous excuse for a life to live and I'm just gonna do that.

I don't think I want to say "Peace" anymore. It seems like such a hollow word.

Later.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:12 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I thought for sure...

This was gonna turn out to be a Nextel incident.
I've bounced a few of those off the wall way more than once.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:09 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

May 13, 2004

Two questions....

1. Why does our media show, over and over again, pictures of alleged abuse of prisoners by us that are GUARANTEED to stir up those camel-fuckin' assholes, yet refuses to show a video that shows absolutely exactly how manical and insane the "people" we are supposed to be fighting really are?

2. Why do we even HAVE Special Forces guys and Navy SEALS, if what they're trained to do is so 'brutal'? These guys are trained to be killers. (Thank God.) If embarrassing detainees is too much for our "oh so delicate" American sensibilities, how is being able to kill a guy with yer bare hands even do-able? Why do we even train them for that? Shouldn't they be getting lessons in bending over backwards to let atrocities slide by, ass-kissing and serving tea and crumpets, since that seems to be the preferred treatment of people of questionable (at best) terrorist affiliation?

Posted by: Stevie at 06:17 PM | Comments (10) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Kee-riste, ain't I in a mood?

Aside from the entire topic my last post was about, I'm just a bitch today.
I'm going to go outside in about a minute and stab three or four electric company guys right in the face, if they don't quit fuckin' around, for one thing.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:09 PM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

May 11, 2004

Ahem.

(Updated at 3:44pm...)

As of this second, I am officially WAITING for the public outcry and all the calls for disciplinary actions and retaliatory measures for THIS. (Screw Yahoo news... I changed the link.)

Of course, I'm NOT STUPID and seeing as to how it was ONLY AN AMERICAN and not some fuckin' IRAQI PRISONER, I'm NOT holding my breath while officially waiting for all those Iraqi-lovin' ASSHOLES to scream about this.

Because they won't.

Explain to me ONE MORE TIME how being made to be naked or made to wear womens underwear makes it PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE why these savage motherfuckers do what they do to people. Especially American people. I mean, it's all so similar, right? Wearing womens underwear.... cutting off a guys head. Yep. SOOOOO similar.

Tell me again how playing by the "rules" and taking the "moral high road" makes us superior.

I'm sure this makes the Berg's feel all kindsa better. I'm sure Nick didn't mind having his head cut off as long as we PLAY BY THE RULES!!!

I have a newsflash for ya. All it does is makes some of us DEAD and the rest of the country look like a buncha spineless, gutless, ball-less PUSSIES. (It's also pissing SOME of us off...)

My guess is that, after this, we're going to start an especially spirited round of "Yo Mamma" jokes aimed at the murdering assholes.
Or, if we're reeeeally pissed, maybe we'll go so far as to throw rocks at them. But, only if it "looks good", right? Only if it doesn't besmirch our "image".

The phrase in the first sentence of that article "killings in revenge for the abuse", tells me all I need to know.
KILLINGS-REVENGE FOR-ABUSE.
Gotcha.

Wanna know what the moral high road is made up of?
100% pure, unadulterated BULLSHIT. That's the bedrock.

It's paved in American blood.

Have fun walking it.
Try not to trip over the dead Americans while you're at it.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:04 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Can you say....

"Hi. I'm a bat-faced slut."?

Cheese and Rice Krispies. If ya think I'm just being bitchy (which I am... a little.. I mean, hell, I have a picture of this guy right THERE on the wall...), just look at her last sentence.

Hosebag.

In a related note: Way ta go, Benicio!!!! Way to nail a bat-faced slut. You go, Dude.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:24 PM | Comments (11) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

May 10, 2004

Oh, God forbid....

I still hate this asshole from when he was here before.

Funniest thing he ever did was fall outta his seat and cry like a girl when Jerry Lawler bitch-slapped his retarded ass on Letterman.

STAY DEAD, YOU MAGGOT!!

Posted by: Stevie at 01:54 PM | Comments (10) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

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