January 28, 2004
Question....
I'm curious.
Can anybody define the difference between depressed and lazy?
I looked up both words. Didn't really help much.
Being able to tell the difference would, though.
But, I'd rather know this than that...lol.
Posted by: Stevie at 08:17 AM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 27, 2004
Thank you, Jane!!!
Seeing how my official 10,000th hit was a disgusting search term, I've decided to go with number 10,001 as the one to get excited about, which was Jane!!!
Just one more reason to love the woman.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:58 PM | Comments (39) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hmmmm...
Found this ovah heah...
| You are 23% geek | OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you. |
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
Okay...So, Poison Ivy was a good movie, but I really am not too fond of Drew Barrymore. She annoyed me when she was a child and the feeling has more or less stuck. And, for the record, I'd go with the explanation I made bold.(Not that I had a chance in hell of being even close, but I was hoping to wind up with Drew Carey.)
Besides which...I am too more of a geek than this. Last night, Eric asked me what 'http' means and without even thinking about it I come out with "Hyper Text Transfer Protocol...Jesus. Did I just get that right? Wow. I think I did. Holy shit." Update @ about 5:45pm...Heh. So much for dark text on a light background...Damn, I can hardly see this thing, myself, but...my highlighted line is seeable, anyway.
Oh...and only 4 to go....
Posted by: Stevie at 05:09 PM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
God, give me strength...
Again, we have new standards of stupidity...nay, utter assholery being set around here.
I don't know if I even mentioned it before or not, but about 2 months ago, Bill-the-Bonehead had a few loads of wood dumped in the front yard.
Why is this bonehead?
Because, first of, this shit is huge and green and now...frozen solid. Second, it's so fuckin' close to the edge of the driveway, it's hard to get in and out of now. Third, it was stupid, because the log-splitter was at one of the other houses here...the one with not one single person capable of running the damned thing. Fourth, when, not if...WHEN these logs are not gone by spring, what a fuckin' mess that's gonna be.
Not to even mention the dogs getting tangled around them when we put 'em out on the long leash to pee and us (me) falling over them in the dark and...and...aaarrrggghhh!!!
NOW, Mr. Bill has trumped his own self.
Idiot.
About 45 (#$%^@!!) minutes ago, the log-splitter, which has recently been brought to the front yard by George to split said tree trunks, was fired up, ostensibly I suppose, to split wood. Not by George or Eric or me. Oh no. Whom does Bill send over here to stand there, suckin' on a foul pipe, running that goddamned thing full bore while splitting one log about every nine fuckin' minutes?
Yeah. The butthole previously referred to as Pops. The laziest human being ever put on this earth. I'm not even going to allow myself to get worked up into a homicidal rage by recounting this fucknuggets previous transgressions....suffice it to say, only the most rigorous self-control do-able keeps me from beating him snotless...(senseless wouldn't take long enough).
I heard the thing fire up and thought that maybe someone was just going to split some of that shit and use it now...especially since the weather is so shitty. But, it kept running and running and running and only once ever' so often did I hear the change in pitch meaning a log was being split.
After about 45 minutes of this (shit), I go look and see. See him standing there, stenchin' pipe spewin' noxious fumes, looking around at the wood on the ground like he was waiting for it to jump up onto the splitter itself. It seemed to dawn on him every so often that that was NOT happening and he'd ever so slowly bend the fuck over and oh so gently place a log upon said splitter, then practically lay across the handle to make it go.
Jesus.
I doubt this mothafucker could pull a skin offa pudding without help.
Yes, please, please...have the slowest asshole east of the Mississippi in my front yard running an obnoxiuosly loud log-splitter for no apparent reason. Yes, Bill...please choose me for this shit. God knows, I go outta my way to make yer life a living hell....you ass.
I got Eric on the radio, asked him who's crack-headed idea this was and what, if any, was the fuckin' point with that putz doing it and Eric got him outta here.
Thank God.
Now....where are the flippin' aspirin....again? (I swear to CHRIST Bill has stock in an aspirin company. Or he should.)
Honestly.
Posted by: Stevie at 12:16 PM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...
NOW I'm at 9958 on ye olde Site Meter. I got Eric to look too, to make sure I'm seeing it right, this time.
Whilst I was fartin' around, getting the taste of politics outta my mouth (anybody got any hydrochloric acid handy?), I happened to notice a coupla things.
I installed the Site Meter on my old site on July 6th. I know this because it's all recorded over there, in every excruciating detail. (Comments were what was really pissin' me off....lol). So, the 9958 hits are since then. But, believe me, I was in the single digits on daily hits back there.
I moved here, to Munuviana and MT, on September 12th. Since then, with MT's tracking shit, I'm able to know that I've made 475 (6, now) entries and have gotten 905 comments, some of which are me answering people.
Sad thing is...I have nothing to compare and contrast this to. Consequently, I have no idea, really, if this is good or not, according to the Great Blog-Stat Keeper in the Sky.
Pfft.
It's good to me.
You guys rock.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:55 AM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I don't get it...
That's a newsflash, huh? It's politics. Again.
First of all, I did see one thing I thought was sorta cool...that dancing Bush site (and what does it say about me that I spelled his name Busch twice before I finally got it?...lol). It had a dance floor, disco lights...it was kinda funny. And, as I'm watching it, I'm thinking to myself "If only....a politician like this I could almost like..."
Then, I finally decide to go through the crap entailed (dialup and ineptitude) and see what the hells the big deal about that Dean dude's speech/growl/NBD* or whatever. So, I find the clip, start it downloading (or WHATEVER!), read about 37 blogs waiting for it to get done, go to where I stuck it, turn up the speakers and click play. (*Nervous BreakDown)
Siiiigh.
First of all, from the instant the guy opens his mouth, he sounds like a wrestler. As in: stupid. Growly voiced and manic. Then, while those people are screaming and reminding him what his name is for about an hour, he snatches a flag from someone, waves it around for photo op purposes and finally starts this oh so controversial speech-thing. (Keep in mind...I'm not picking on him or his zealots supporters. I don't discriminate...I disrespect and mock all politicians.) Anyway, he rambles for a while, rather disjointedly, going on about 'a year ago' and 'coming in third' and then names a bunch of places he's going to go. (Yawn.)
Then, at the very end, he yells "Yeah!"
It's not about who is best for the job. It's about who sucks the least.
Which is completely bass-ackward and wrong, but that's the reality. So this asshat articulated a growly, drawn out "Yeah!" at the end of a 'pump-ya's-up' speech while 4000 other mindless cretins also screamed.
Bush can't pronounce 'nuclear', for fucks sake. I could give a good Goddamn one way or the other. Really.
But, if this is the best that the opposition can find to bitch about about this guy...that's just sad. On many levels. Now, let me repeat the very first thing I said...I do not get it. I admit that. Maybe there's even more to the story. But, if there is...again...sad. The only thing being talked about enough to penetrate my consciousness (no matter how much I try to block it all) is that this dude made a weird noise. Which, it turns out, wasn't all that weird. In context, anyway. If making weird noises was any reason to exclude people from doing stuff, no man whose ever had an orgasm would be allowed to do anything. Here's what I know about Presidents...
My very first one was Kennedy. I was only 6 mos. old when he was killed, but I like him. Hell, he was cute.
Then, (and I ain't makin' no promises about gettin' 'em all in the right order here) there was that Viet Nam war mongerin' jerkoff LBJ. From what I understand, he was a shit and he prolonged that war.
Next, I remember the lying Dickweed, Nixon. "I am not a crook", indeed. I never did like him much. He had a 'not to be trusted as fas as you can throw a handful of feathers' look in his beady little eyes.
Then, I remember the klutz, Gerald Ford. It's okay for the country to be run by a man who can't breathe and walk at the same time, but not one who yells "Yeah!"? Please. I liked Ford. He just seemed a little...vertically-challenged, if ya know what I mean.
Then...a peanut farmer. Sigh. I kinda liked him. Not really sure why. But, I do remember hoping he wouldn't be re-elected because the next Pres was due to be assassinanted, according to some 'Presidential coincidence' thing I read somewhere. I felt bad for him, too. That poor bastard aged about 200 years during his term.
Then, Dear God help us all...Reagan. And...boom...He got shot. (Aren't ya glad now ya didn't win, Jimbo?) Reagan did and still does give me the willies. Again...don't know why. Just does. Maybe it was Nancy. Maybe it was his aura. I don't know. I just didn't really like the idea of him being in charge.
The first Bush, I pretty much ignored. I'd learned, apparently, during Reagan's term that it was in my best interest not to pay too much attention to this shit.
Also, starting in about, oh 1980, my life went to hell in a gaily-painted handbasket and I was too busy trying to survive to give much of a fuck about all this. (I believe that if I have indeed exited the handbasket, it happened on September 24th, 2001.)
Anyhoo...along comes Billy-Boy. Personally, I don't hold Clinton's pecker's proclivities against him. He did the same damn thing countless people do every day. Big fuckin' deal. Besides, would YOU wanna fuck Hillary? Ugh. Her, I abhor.
Now, we have this ninny. Can't pronounce 'nuclear', whines about somebody trying to 'kill ma daddy' when thousands of kids DID lose their Daddies on 9/11 and who kinda pissed me off taking so long to respond to that. (Let's don't get me started on that, okay?) And, since my personal survival is less shaky than it has been in years, some of this shit is seeping in again. I hear all kindsa shit, good and bad, about this one. But, I've been 'not in it' for so long, I don't really have a solid background to work from. All I know is this guy is no worse or no better than any of 'em, in a lot of ways.
He can't say that word to save his own life, but he is kinda cute. So, really...what real difference does it make if that other buffoon likes to yell "Yeah!"? If this is the kind of criteria this shit is decided on...I'm gonna keep right on staying the hell out of it.
I do, however, have a few questions about who it really is that just doesn't get it.
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:09 AM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Blogger Idol....
This weeks theme is "freedom". When I saw that, several things ran through my mind at once...
"The price of freedom is written on the wall..."
"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."
And, from my own experience...
"The freedom to love without fear is the greatest freedom of all."
(Thank you, Eric...Hugs and kisses all ooover yer body for that gift...)
What do you guys think? Psst: Y'alllll...it's been, like, 6 hours, there've been people here (ya want names?) and still...not one answer here.
Hey, Lamp?! What do YOU think? Doorknob? What's your opinion?
(Drumming fingers on the desk, looking at moniter like "Well?!?!")
Posted by: Stevie at 04:47 AM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I love questions...
Here's Cheddar-X's questions...
1. Do you read more male or female bloggers? Why do you suppose that is? Males. Lotsa reasons. Such as, I've always gotten along better with men. Women, for the most part, in my experience, are fulla shit. So far, IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, I've found about 30 or so women who are exceptions to that rule. Them, you'll find in my blogroll. (I think my Aunt Carol is the only cool woman I know of not on there...) Still, men outnumber women by about 2 to 1 on there. Besides, men (and the women I've got 'rolled) talk about cool shit, like guns, cars, truths...you know...guy (read:interesting) stuff. Most females just blather on about how stupid guys are (which I tune out immediately), makeup (which I don't wear except under threat of death), babies and the disgusting things they do to diapers (EW, EW, ewewew), they plot and strategize against men (which I find to be petty and evil) and they whine entirely too much. Oh, and let's not forget the lying....they lie to each other, themsleves and men. It's insane. And...from my mother to Eric's ex...with a few in between, so are they. 2. Does politicizing a blog send you packing if the blogger's beliefs are opposed to your own? Or, do you only read opinions that you agree with? I don't do politics. Therefore, I don't read political blogs. They're boring. And bullshit. All politicians lie. All politicians are exactly the same. They sell ya a bunch of shit to get elected, then develope severe Alzheimer's the instant they get there and do whatever in the hell they want. As bizarre as that is, I find it even more retarded that normally semi-sane, semi-intelligent people waste a minute arguing about which one sucks the least. People: It's a tie. They ALL blow chunks. Hell, ya may as well just vote for the 'cutest' one for all the good it does. 3. Do you read other Cheddar X answers before writing your own? Nope. It's my first time and besides, I have my own ideas....lol. 4. What was the last utterly ridiculous thing someone said to you? Jesus...just one thing? I live in a house with two men and you expect me to have just one? These two say such silly shit, in such great amounts....Eric defends Bill's idiocy sometimes, they SWEAR wrestling is entertaining, George said something the other day about Jamie 'working on the brakes' as he (Jamie) was maneuvering his boat around the driveway, to which I got to reply "Boats don't have brakes, Captain"....as I fell to the floor laughing...it's endless. And funny.5. What world record would you most like to hold? Lord, they have so many of these, these days...I can't even think of any legitimate ones. So, let's go with "Best Woman on the Entire Got-damned Planet for Eric, Who Also Made the Most Outstanding Financial Recovery Ever". 6. What types of blog posts make you want to comment more often than not? Personal ones. About things like pets, relationships, the authors themselves...or the ones that are such well-written hilarity they make me cry laughing. 7. Does your significant other have a beloved article of clothing that you hate? Have you contemplated "accidentally" destroying it? No. And, if he did, I wouldn't. That's just utter bullshit right there. It also sounds like a VERY female thing to do. I cannot even imagine a man pulling something like that. It's a controlling, belittling, nasty thing to do to someone. That's treating them like a child, not a 'significant other'. Matter of fact, it's treating them as the exact opposite of 'significant'.
Okay. Now I wanna go find some more questions. Or work on that list. Or clean something....sigh.
Hell widdit. I'mina do it ALL! Eventually. Update @ around 9:30 or so...Case in point as to that last question...
When Eric read that, I asked him what the rattiest thing he had was. He said "My old Carhart coat." I went to the hall closet and brought it to him. Granted, it's totally shredded, full of (Wellacrest) hay and cowshit, has been replaced and lives in a trashbag, but...it's still here.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:35 AM | Comments (40) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 26, 2004
Oh, hot day-um!!!!
Now, this is what happens when you give a completely trustworthy computer genius full access to yer blog and template....as opposed to...ah, never mind. Y'all know what I mean. (*sidelong 'Sam Elliot'-look*)
Paul is...is...simply amazing. Lookit what he did around here. He made the banner and did all the cool little title-changes and everything. There are a few little things left he wants to do...archive stuff and I think something about making something to do with the links...oh yeah...the 'update' phrase...gold to match the revolvers. Yes. I have guns on my page. Hell...I love guns. I just don't like 'em pointed at animals, is all. Anyway...The house is definitely rockin', so don't bother knockin'...just come on in...kick off yer shoes and start losin' the blues...and while yer at it, take a peek around...check out the 'oh-so-excellent' lil changes been made. We're wonderin' if anybody is gonna get 'em all....(I feel like a "Spot the Differences" picture...lol) I have some Cheddar-X questions waiting in draft form, that '100 (damn) things' list, a new Blogger Idol theme...all kindsa cool shit to get done.I am, however, also inspired now, by this (FARKIN" GORGEOUS) design change to get the house up to the same standard...if possible. (Oh, I know it's possible, but I mean without a Skid-steer or other farm machine...)
I think I'mina go play some SRV, most definitely making sure to include his (kick-ass) version of "Pipeline" and start on the house.
Peace. P.S. Eric just staggered out here, all bleary-eyed and naked, a few minutes ago and when he saw this page, even he-in his somnamublistic state- said "Wow...that looks great! That's hot...", then staggered off once again to go get another fourteen and a half seconds of sleep.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:21 AM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 25, 2004
Yes, you've come to the right place...
And...
It ain't done yet. (*Doing the Happy Dance 'cause I already love it so much...*)Posted by: Stevie at 01:06 AM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 24, 2004
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Nothing to be seen here. Just move along to the next post down please!
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Posted by: Stevie at 08:14 PM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well alright!!!
Uncle Vito kicks ass!!! I stopped by to see him a little while ago and saw that we had used the same picture of Captain Kangaroo. I said as much in his comments and asked if Sally Starr was still alive...(actually, I said 'kickin'. but....lol)
Here's what I got back in an email from him:
First of all, I'm alive and doing very well, thank you. Five years ago New Year's Eve, I had a massive heart attack. I stared fate right in the
face, appeared at the same place NY Eve 1998, wore the same gown, did the
same countdown and everything turned out just fine. If you would like to write to me, I will give you an address that only
my friends have... Sally Starr, Box ### - Atco, NJ 08004. By the way, my birthday is on January 25th. I am in the process of
creating a biography of life and times on Delaware Valley Television and am
seeking any photos, videos, memorabilia, anything regarding Popeye Theatre,
Sally Starr, etc. Please send your scans letters objects, etc. to the PO BOX
above in Atco. Wow.
First of all: Happy Birthday, Dear Lady. You were another conerstone of my childhood and I'm sooo glad you're doing good! How cool that I asked about you just in time to be able to say Happy Birthday....
Second...I didn't post her box number because I don't know if it's a P.O. box or her house number...in Jersey, especially Atco, it could be either and I don't want to put it out there unless one of two things happens. Either she says it's okay to do or someone has something she's looking for. If ya do, let me know and I'll slip ya the address. If she says it's okay, I'll post it.
Third...I can't help but wonder one teeny, tiny thing....does everybody ask if she's still alive, or did she somehow see my question? Lord...my heart seized when I saw her first sentence...No offense intended, if it was me she was answering. Anyway...I'm glad to know she's still here. Haven't lost my childhood entirely...
Yay!!!
Posted by: Stevie at 01:28 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Awww, man...
First my Grandparents, then Uncle Henry and his farm, then Mr. Rogers, now this. Why is it ya hafta lose your childhood in such humongous, irreplaceable chunks?
6-27-27..........................1-23-04
Rest in Peace, Captain.And, tell Mr. Greenjeans we all said "Hi".
Posted by: Stevie at 06:04 AM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Now for something completely stupid...
"Hi, I'm a brain dead dipshit. Will you waste about 15 minutes of your life trying to get a point across to me plssss?"
italian_italian: hey cool screen nameitalian_italian: how r u
srv200163: Okay...you?
italian_italian: ok
italian_italian: where in bucks county
italian_italian: i am new to this
italian_italian: i just got a cam u
srv200163: Yeah, but it's not on...or ready.
italian_italian: sending u my cam
italian_italian: i hope u like
italian_italian: can u see me??
srv200163: Yeah...it's a little high, so it cuts off your chin, but yeah...
italian_italian: can u plss send ur cam plsss
srv200163: I haven't run the disc for it yet...just got it...
italian_italian: can u run it plsssss
italian_italian: (smiley)
srv200163: It's mostly just to show off animals, anyway....
italian_italian: plssss
italian_italian: (smiley)
srv200163: Cats, dogs, rabbits, etc.
italian_italian: fine
italian_italian: pls turn on cam
srv200163: Plus, it's darker than hell itself in here and wouldn't have a very good picture.
italian_italian: soo plsss
italian_italian: send
srv200163: It's aimed at the wall. I swear it is. Mounted and aimed at the back of the computer to catch the cats sleeping there.
italian_italian: ok send cam pls
italian_italian: lol
italian_italian: ok send cam pls
srv200163: So, where in Bucks are you?
italian_italian: Actualy King of Prussia
italian_italian: can u turn on ur cam pls
srv200163: why? there's nothing there.
italian_italian: plsss
italian_italian: (smiley)
srv200163: Why is this so important?
srv200163: I don't get it.
srv200163: (Besides, I'm about a hundred years older'n you..)
italian_italian: cause ur a hottie
italian_italian: plsss
srv200163: Yes, but....my looks and the camera have nothing to do with each other, Dear. I do not do cam crap.
srv200163: Ever.
srv200163: Even once
srv200163: At all.
srv200163: never.
srv200163: no.
italian_italian: ok
italian_italian: send it pls
srv200163: All I ever do is show cats.
srv200163: I am going to beat my head on the desk now.
italian_italian: ok
italian_italian: show me then
srv200163: Glad I've got yer permission.
italian_italian: lol
srv200163: Can you say anything except 'turn on the cam plllsss'?
srv200163: Just wonderin'...
italian_italian: ur a hottie
italian_italian: lol
srv200163: Yeah. Ya already said that
italian_italian: i am very well hung
italian_italian: lol
srv200163: Oh wonderful.
srv200163: Did I ask ya that?
italian_italian: lol
italian_italian: hung like a horse
srv200163: Did you not read my profile?
italian_italian: lol
srv200163: Happy for ya.
srv200163: Don't rightly give a damn though.
srv200163: READ MY PROFILE.
srv200163: I HAVE one of those....attached to my fiancee...okay?
srv200163: If I wanna discuss winkies, I'll go talk to him.
srv200163: Every single time.
srv200163: Got it?
italian_italian: i am 10 inches
srv200163: So?
srv200163: I'm 5' 8"
srv200163: Next?
italian_italian: 6 foot
srv200163: And?
srv200163: I'm not trying to be nasty here, but you don't seem to get it.
italian_italian: i am italian
srv200163: No shit. I kinda guessed that.
srv200163: Yer screen name gave it away.
italian_italian: can u see me??
srv200163: Yeeees.
srv200163: If you stand up or get gross yer gone
(Of course he stands up and reaches for his zipper...)
srv200163: Bye.
(Ignore user) I only wish I was making this up.
Jesus.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:53 AM | Comments (52) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 23, 2004
Oh friggin' well...
Teen Accidentally Killed By Father While Hunting
A 14-year-old boy Jacksonville boy was shot and killed by his father Saturday morning in what the Baker County sheriff called a tragic hunting accident. Dennis Plucknett was on a weekend trip in a hunting camp near the Georgia state line with his two sons, 14-year-old Alex and 17-year-old Jonathan. Investigators said that about 9:30 a.m., Plucknett asked his older son to see if he could see an animal moving in the woods. He couldn't, so he handed the .308 rifle to his dad. Thinking it was a hog, Plucknet fired one shot, hitting his younger son in the back of the head. Now, why is the song "Another One Bites The Dust" playing in my head?Fuck man, even I know you damned well better be sure what the hell you're shooting at AND where that shots gonna go if you miss. How do numbfuck assholes like these get hunting licenses, let alone weapons? Karma, baby. It's allll about karma.
(found here, thru John at Arrrgh!)
Posted by: Stevie at 12:21 AM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 22, 2004
Crap...
The "What kinda lunatic are you" test wouldn't work, but I found this gem in my email...
Posted by: Stevie at 09:58 PM | Comments (39) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Heh...
I'm really not the only one. I'm not the only one wondering what the fuck has been going on at Gut Rumbles. And, I'm not just talking about this latest load of utter stupidity, either. That, I do get...as I explained in the previous post.
I also linked Random Fate's post about it, which I'm about to do again and now...I've found another one who ain't laughin'.
Now, I'm gonna go poke around a bit and see if anybody else is concerned, disgusted, losing interest...whatever. (I know of two other 'silent partners' feelin' the same way...) I'm gonna add whatever links I find right here as I find 'em.
Seems not everybody thinks some people are as cute as they think they are.
Yeah...what a fuckin' newsflash.
And, another...
(Jesus...this is not at all difficult...)
And, let's not forget Rob, himself...
Him again...
His most telling comment...
Then you never should have fucked with ny blog if you couldn't fix it. And I don't want to hear any pissing and moaning from you, either. You took two years of my life made a laughing stock out of it. You fucked it up, you fix it, Posted by Acidman at January 22, 2004 12:38 AM (This is straight from his fingers, spelling errors included...) Okay...now I'm gonna put the comments here, too. I'm not going to post the commenters names, though. They commented where they commented, not here. Besides, all I'm interested in is how many people are sick of this shit.
Be right back...
1. Did you really think this was funny? The first day it was cute. The second day it became annoying. After that I became worried about my cat in New Mexico. I am half expecting Acidman to go on a cross-country hunting trip for cat pelts. Would I blame him for his anger? Not in the slightest, apparently you had his trust, but you don't anymore. Was it worth it?
2. Fuckin bunch of teenage girls is what you have acted like.
3. (Rob again...) Get this shit of my page. If I wanted a fucking cat-blog, i would write my own. Keep this cutesy shit up and I'll post some cat pictures of my own, DEad ones from the side of the road, all bloated and full of maggots. See how cute you thnk that is. Posted by Acidman at January 21, 2004 04:24 PM
4. I haven't ever had the pleasure of meeting Rob in person, but it seems a mighty cruel thing to put cats all over his weblog when it was the one outlet he has. From reading his weblog and the emails we have exchanged in our occasional debates, he seems to be an honorable man who appreciates a joke, but this one has gone too far. It might be best that those who altered his template restore it. Rob struggles with demons, as we all do, but there is more than meets the eye. I suspect his demons are ones that not only would I not like to deal with every day, but demons that I wouldn't even want a nodding acquaintance with. I think it would be best to clean up his blog and let the man alone. I know his blog-friends are expressing their concern when they ask him to "come back" because they want proof he is OK, but it comes across as a demand to entertain. He has no obligation to entertain us, no obligation to explain himself to us, and no obligation to continue dealing with a joke that has gone too far.
5. Well said. The initial faked entries were hilarious (and obviously, fakes), but after that, things got entirely out of hand. He'll eventually (soon, I hope) get over the fragging, but I don't think the relationship will ever be the same. And...on that note...
I'm getting bored with this, now.
Besides, I found a cool quiz over at Jane's, so, I'm (mostly) done with this. If I find more people who understand the difference between funny and stupid, I'll definitely let ya's know.
But, I believe the point has been made.
Posted by: Stevie at 08:15 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I might...I just might...
So.
I went to bed around 1:30 or 2:00am and I'm up already.
Rancid mind-movies will do that.
I had a bad dream that Eric left me, but he wouldn't tell me why. He wouldn't touch me and he got a look on his face like he smelled shit every time I said I love him. I remember some shit about somebody having faked 'proof' of whatever he was pissed about and my Dad was there. He said I could come stay with him, but for some reason, I wound up putting everything back into this apartment I used to have. Then some guy I thought I recognized from TV kept trying to take my paper towels and cleaning stuff.
I can also remember throwing an ID bracelet up into a tree several times, but it kept falling out, so I kept it. Then, I threw it through a window where I could see Eric and he couldn't find it to throw it back out. There was also a scene where I was in a car being driven by some guy. He drove straight through a guardrail (with no injury or damage...like it wasn't even there) and I could see-plus I know the place in real life-that the car was gonna just sink in this hellacious mud and never be seen again. Nope. Drove along like it was on asphalt.
A few more scenes with the "I hate you and I ain't telling you why" Eric and I woke up.
And, started crying.
Fuckin' with coffee filters before a cuppa coffee is bad enough. Fuckin' with coffee filters when ya NEED a cuppa coffee and can't see shit for crying is a real pain.
Then, I found my (stupid, useless) Nextel cell. I had his charging and it's gone now, so it's with him. Good. I need to talk to him for just a second or two.
Ya THINK it'll let me connect?
NO!
It keeps telling me he's 'unavailable'....not a word I'm likin' much right now.
The comments and attitude of the asshole who did the dumb shit is starting to piss me off. They had the time to do all the retarded shit they did, but now are whining about undoing it. The auther shouldn't HAVE TO undo what you did, you fucking twat. If ya had the time to fuck it up....you MAKE the time to fix it.
What gets me, is that the author is even remotely surprised by it...that it was done or that it's being un-done when the bonehead who did it FEELS like undoing it. (Then whines about it...) This isn't the first time this individual has displayed near-pyschotic tendencies in regard to this particular blog-author, among other things.
This 'juvenile prankster' isn't the ONLY reason I've cooled offa this blog soooo much. They do happen to be the FIRST reason I got disgusted oh those many months ago, however.
Watching the public interactions between the author and the idiot has shown me that the author wasn't who I thought they were when I found them. Matter of fact, the author pretty much brought all this on themselves. In many, many ways.
And, I don't think trust has much to do with it, either.
More like a "I played with your 'most-valuable thing', so I guess I'd better let ya play with (one of) mine, too...damn." kinda deal. So, the party of the second part shat all over the 'valuable thing' belonging to the party of the first part, in public and left it that way until way after the original author returned to the blog.
Which is pretty close to what the second-party pinhead probably feels was done to them way back when....even if it WAS their fault the first party even had an opportunity to do that in the first place. And, I don't know (oh YES I DO) what they expected, anyway. Stupid, juvenile, unnecessary horseshit all around.
But, deep in my gut, I know who started it from day one. It wasn't the blog author. BUT...since my rabbit , then my horse just died AND I had a horror-dream, I probably shouldn't get into it right now. Ya know? Wouldn't wanna have any mis-directed rage or loathing, right?
No fear. The loathing started MONTHS ago.
Oh...and remember the asshole 'bear guy' who got killed a coupla months ago and then they killed the bear who killed him...(bravo you fucking asshole for getting bears killed...)? Well, this is kinda the same. The asshat who did all this has the blog-author so pissed, they are now threatening to kill animals. Good going, you bleeding asshole. Hope it was worth it. They'd do it, too. They've done it before, with less reason.
What brilliantly perfect karma it would be if the joke-perpetrating assmunch was somehow mauled by an animal.
But, like I said...I probably shouldn't get into this right now...just in case....(seeing how I already did. Oh, well...) TONIGHT ON FOX TV: When guest-bloggers get stupid.....and authors attack. Jesus. Update @ 1145am....HA! I'm not the only one...
Posted by: Stevie at 07:27 AM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
For Gia...
A Horse's Prayer
Feed me, water me and care for me.When my days work is done
provide me with shelter, a clean dry bed, and a stall
wide enough to lie down in comfort.
Talk to me.
Your voice often means as much to me as the reins.
Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you
the more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins and do not whip me
when going up hill.
Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not
understand what you mean, but give me a chance to understand.
Watch me and if I fail to do your bidding,
see if something is wrong with my harness or my feet.
Examine my teeth when I do not eat.
I may have an ulcerated tooth that is very painful.
Do not tie my head in unnatual positions,
or take away my best defense against flies by cutting
off my tail. (I don't take away your mosquito curtains.)
Don't smoke in my barn or leave me tied overnight
and perhaps burn me to death while you are sleeping
in your comfortable bed. And last, my master when my strength is gone,
do not turn me out in a pasture with no shelter
and let me freeze to death, or sell me to some
cruel owner to be slowly starved or worked to death.
Take my life in the kindest way,
and your God will reward you hereafter. Tell Pop-Pop I said "Hi", girl...okay?
Posted by: Stevie at 12:08 AM | Comments (38) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 21, 2004
Jesus...
Now I know what was wrong with me early this morning. My heart was right that I was losing something, but it wasn't Eric. As a matter of fact, he's been especially sweet ever since he got up.
What I'm losing is Gia, my horse. She's dying.
She's somewhere in the vicinity of 27 to 30 years old and it's not like I didn't know this was going to happen some day....but...
This sucks so bad I can't even credit it as being real.
Andy was killed on a Friday night. Our local paper didn't have a Saturday edition back then. Saturday night, I went to work and Sunday morning, when I went out to get the papers, is when I saw the headline about Andy. He was killed at about 9:40pm, which, yes, was about the time I heard 'Endless Love' Friday night.
I've always believed that was Andy's last message to me. It's still true, too. "Living Inside My Heart", huh? Yeah, I guess Gia will have to do that from now on, won't she?
Poor, dear, sweet Eric is calling Doc Streams as I type.
I've never had a horse die while in my care before. This is really, really bad.
Man.
But, yeah, it did already occur to me..."Yeah, okay, God. As long as it's not Eric or my Dad, I'll try to have some grace here.."...but, my Lord, this hurts.
I'll never forget what Eric looked like on her back or how it felt to be up there myself. I'll also never forget how sweet and gentle and trusting she was. She was an old lady when I met her, but I'm glad to know that her last two years here were good ones. Just a coupla turns around a field, bareback, with a halter and a rope. For that bit of joy, she got spoiled rotten. Carrots, apples, oats, groomed, loved....not ever sold for dog food, either.
I hope she's not the last horse I ever get to love. Goodbye, Sweet Girl.
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