January 15, 2004
Hoe-lee Shee-it, man...
I'm only 51 hits away from 10,000. And, it seems like it'll happen before I die of old age...wow.
Ya know what, though? The one number I'm focusing on is the 666th post. If I can't find a way to just not have that number as a part of this blog at all, I already know what that post is gonna say: God. Maybe I'll post the Lord's Prayer or type Jesus 99 thousand times. If I have to have that fuckin' number, I'mina do all I can to counteract it.
Hell, when I worked for Wally and that number came up in the ear tags for the cows, I took both ear tags and both leg bands and got rid of 'em. Some of those cows were fuckin' goofy enough without that influence. I told him to tell the ear tag company not to even send it, but he forgot. Makes me wonder about them, that they'd print that so casually.
Religious or not, there's just something wrong about that number.
Of course, seeing 'The Omen' when I was a kid (and having the tape and re-watching it ever' now and again) wasn't/isn't helping....although I still love Rottweilers...which is a good thing since Ziggy-Pigdog (he weighs over 100 lbs., now) is half Rott, half German Shepard.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:07 PM | Comments (52) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Ctrlpan.dll
Yeah, it's about that time, again. I'm gonna keep posting this until I have solved the worlds ctrlpan.dll problems.
By the way, if doing what I said doesn't work, feel free to leave a comment to that effect because I do have a secret weapon or two for a solution, if those other links don't help.
And, here it is....the original post."
Wanna get rid of it and the stupid thing that's causing it?
Go here. Run it. Follow the prompts. It's free and it works. I ran that and Adaware and I don't get that shit anymore. Good luck, y'all. Yeah, it's time again...I'm still getting searches for this mess. I hope the people responsible for creating this 'trojan' shit all get massive, painful face cancer. And debilitating diarrhea. The assnuggets... Anyhow...when you get done doing that, I suggest you also install and run Adaware. It's simple to work with and easy to run. It gets rid of those idiotic 'tracking cookies' and all the other shit clogging up your machine. I do this in addition to the regular maintenence crap like Scandisc and disc defrag and all that happy-crappy. It works really well.
Like I said before, if this doesn't do it for ya, let me know. Letting these spammers, hackers and general asshats win is NOT an option.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:15 PM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Y'all gotta see this....
Not only does this guy have the coolest background I've ever seen, he is also as bent, folded, mutilated and stapled as me...and my Dad. (See, Dad? I told ya you should start a blog....)
And, this is too funny...look at the legs on those ones that are hanging...they look like chicken legs....and the look on the face of that "Ram-bull" is killin' me....
You go, Vito!
Posted by: Stevie at 03:58 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Man, that was unnerving...
I just deleted 'Social Reject'. But...
Not before I blogrolled the new place.*
Still....my finger trembled over top of the key to "Yes, dump it."
Posted by: Stevie at 03:45 PM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I had this stuck to my fridge for years...
A DOG'S PRAYER
by Beth Norman Harris
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
I still can't read this thing all the way through. It gets way too blurry and doubled-up, vision-wise, before I finish it...every time.
How anybody can ever be cruel to animals is beyond me.
Thank God.
(Hmmm. This thing is screaming for adaptation to wildlife, too. I'll work on it...)
Posted by: Stevie at 01:31 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 14, 2004
I thought for sure I'd be a 'Bronx cheer'...
Birds Chirping: Sweet and mellow, you are the
familiar and pleasant sound of birds chirping.
You are very down to earth and love the
outdoors. You show a love for simple things,
like the quiet whisper of the wind and the
crackling of the fire. You make people feel
secure and are a great friend. (please rate my
quiz)
What Sound Are You?(now w/ pics)
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Posted by: Stevie at 10:27 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I'm gettin' there...
I got a lot of the 'big shit' done. Mostly animal-related things, but at least it's getting done. Silly shit is holding me up like needing more laundry soap and cooking dinner and shit, but I'll get there. I still need to undo the tree, though. I don't know why, especially seein' how I feel about Christmas, I don't get it taken down, but I keep not getting that far. Maybe it's the idea of unembedding the lights or pickin' off the tinsel, but.....ick. (Yes, I pick the tinsel off. It honest-to-God belonged to my Dad's Dad....Pop-pop. I found it carefully stored in a small paper bag, in a box, in his house when I cleaned it out. It was one of the many treasures I found that some people (Uncle Jim) thought of as trash. Yep. I use the world's oldest tinsel.)
I'd like to say that that's the strangest thing I've ever saved, but I believe that 'honor' is taken by the 'not needed after all' urine sample of Eric's from almost a year ago. I know...I know. He thinks it's weird, too, but I don't care. (He's gonna loooove that I told this, by the way...lmao.) I mean, I don't do anything with it, except know I've got it. For what? I have no idea. It was Eric's...now it's mine. Hey, I save his hair when I'm forced beyond reason to cut it...whatta ya want?
Yeah, I'm goofy. This news to anybody?
Alright. Back to the grind.
I'll be back.
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:24 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 13, 2004
Ta-Daaa....
John as Joey Coyle....
He's in the neighborhood bar in this shot. I've been reading some things about the real Joey Coyle. Apparently there's a book out by some dude who wrote some other famous tome. (Both his name and the name of the other book are just gone outta my mind right this second...) From what I understand, neither the book nor the newspaper articles it's based on are very nice to Joey. (Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I can't remember the name of either...) The author(s) seemed to want to just make Joey out a born loser, which just puts me off. The story itself is enough. There's no need to get rude about it.
None of what I've read has changed anything about how I feel about Joey and what he did. He's still pretty cool in my blog.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:39 PM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Speaking of "One Crazy Summer"...
Here's the reason it's one of my favoritest movies:
This guy is funny, cute and those noises he makes....rotfl just thinking about it. By the way, I've been trying to post a picture of John Cusack as Joey Coyle, but...it's being difficult, so I posted Bobcat instead and just to prove I can.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:27 PM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...Y'all give up?
The actor from "Tin Cup" is this guy...the one holding on to Rocky Dennis's arms, on the right. (Again, the obvious choice in this movie would probably be Sam Elliot-he who looks equally as sexy sittin' on a horse or a Harley, but...I still love Dozer.) Actually, this scene in this movie (Mask-1885, not 4, like I thought) makes me cry every time I see it. Dozer's accent and voice just get me every time...*adoring sigh*.
His name is Dennis Burkley and he's been in tons of other movies and all over T.V. He may not be anybody's definition of sexy, except mine, but that's cool. I feel that way plenty enough to make up for the ones who just don't get it.
I think he's friggin' adorable. Like a Teddybear wearin' a leather jacket. I'd ride behind him any day.
(Bet he wouldn't drag me, either....Jack...lol.)
Posted by: Stevie at 06:22 AM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
John Cusack's best role...
Is in a movie called "Easy Money". I'm watching it right now.
It's a true story about a guy from Philly, Joseph John Coyle, who found 1.2 million dollars that fell outta the back of an armoured car.
He tried to get it laundered, but that didn't work out. Matter of fact, it resulted in a scene that involves yet another actor-type that I just cannot stop looking at, Benicio DelToro, in a blooper. He plays a small-time mafioso type whom Joey turns to for help. They take the money to be laundered and Dino (DelToro) tells him it's a walk in and right out kinda thing, which it turns out not to be....(strike one). Then, during the "two, t'ree days tops" it's taking to do the first $600,000, Joey is awake the entire time (strike two), trying to find a safe place for the second $600,000. (Incidentally, the deal Joey makes is that he gets back his 'clean' $500,000 before he has to bring in the second $600,000. (The 'washer-guy' keeps $100,000 out of each half....) I'm not sure why Joey fixates on this detail, but it adds to his undoing in the end.)
Anyway, poor Joey...he (allegedly) tried to hide part of the cash under a toilet and caused a flood in the middle of the night, which led him to move it into the crawl space in the attic, which he promptly falls through, onto the hallway floor below, covered in insulation and hundred dollar bills.
That wakes everybody up and he and his older brother Billy (a young and even more gorgeous James Gandolfini) get into a huge punch up over keeping it, or turning it in. Billy, whom Joey says suffers from 'acute integrity', wants no part of it...just like Koslowski, the guy who was with Joey when he found it. He didn't want anything to do with it either, but a kid saw them and gave the cops a description of Kenny's (Koslowski's) Dad's car.
In the meantime, Joey first goes to his ex-girlfriend, who works in an investment firm, for help. There's not much she can do, due to reporting laws about 'chunks o'change' over $10,000. She's also kinda skeptical of him at first, until she figures it out. So, when she blows him off, that's when he goes to Dino and makes the '5 for 6' with 'the first 5 given back before the second 6 is washed' deal.
(With me so far?)
Okay, so he's freakin' out. Exhausted, stressed, alone except for a few neighborhood nimrods, and being closed in on by the police. The courier company offered a reward that eventually got to $50,000 and there were a few people catching on and fuckin' with Joey before that, even.
Then, Dino hears about the Chevelle that was seen (by the kid) being used to pick up the cash outta the street, on the radio and confronts Joey at the neighborhood bar, just after the cops had left. The detective was in the bar, asking questions and scaring the piss outta Koslowski. So, Joey's got his hands full already with this wuss, when they go outside and there's Dino, pissed. He figures out the Chevelle goes with the snivelling twit who's with Joey and gets even more pissed. He makes 'em dump the car in the Surekill (Schulkyl) River. While they are all there doing that, he and Joey get into another round about discussion about the deal. Dino winds it up by saying "Remember Joey...ya gotta bring in the second $600,000 to get the 5 for 6." (Strike three)
Joey just snaps then, kinda.
He gets his (dead) Dad's gun and decides to try to just get the $500,000 back and I'm not sure what he was gonna do with the second $600.000 Maybe he wasn't, either...
Anyhow, he goes to get his money and whips out this gun. The head washer guy tells Dino, calmly, to go get Joey's money..."every penny of it". Dino goes, he gets it, brings it in and sets it down. Joey puts the two guys that helped him against the wall and makes Dino lay on the floor, on his back, feet in the air. He then looks in a sack, only to discover they're all filled with change....quarters, nickels, dimes...He threw a handful of nickels at Dino and one stuck to his forehead, which is a cool blooper, cause it's there, then it's not, then it is again.
So, Joey goes off with these stupid sacks of coins, to the bar where he was supposed to meet his ex. Oh yeah, that's what he was gonna do with the second $600,000...split to Nassau, in the Bahamas...that's right. She shows up (late, of course) and they go to an airport motel and while they're waiting for the flight, she dyes his hair and drills him endlessly on his new identity. It's been four days now he's been awake.
They go to the airport, get to the counter at the gate, where the airline person tells them the bag they have the $600,000 in is too big for carry-on. Joey solves this by going to the gift shop with the suitcase fulla money, buying a pair of pantyhose, going to in the bathroom, putting them on and stuffing all the money in 'em.
They clear the metal detectors and Joey puts some of the cash into a bag that the ex is allowed to carry-on...musta been too uncomfortable. Just as they're going up the ramp to board, Lorenzi, the cop, catches up with them.
"Joseph John Coyle...turn around and put yer hands up...."
Monica, the ex (played by Debbie Mazar), in a last ditch effort to help Joey get away, grabs handfuls of cash and throws it down onto the crowd, screaming "Free money...Joey, run!" as about 200 people converge to grab the loot. He looks at her, gestures toward the crowd and asks "Run where?"
As they're driven away in the back of the police car, he throws one last handful of cash out the window.
It says in the little update at the end, that Joey was charged with a buncha shit, pled temporary insanity and was found not guilty of everything.
That's only half the story.
After the movie came out, Joey's life went to shit, apparently, because he committed suicide in the end. That sucks.
God love ya, Joey. I know I do.
Well, I love what Joey tried to do and the reasons he did it and it doesn't hurt a bit that he's portrayed by John Cusack. Wish he was still alive, though. It'd be worth risking death in either the city or the traffic to meet him.
Lotsa cool people from around here, actually. Gia Carangi is another one...another cool person from around here and another post.
Time to go clean some more...
I'll be back.
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:18 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 12, 2004
Dinners ready!
Yeah, yeah...I know it's a bit late, but it is done. Garlic bread is about ready too.
Watched "Birdcage", after catching the end of "Tincup", which I just started over at the beginning. Man, I love singin' the main song of this one, "A little bit is bettter than nuthin'..." It's an excellent song.
Rut-roh...here come the guys. Get them fed and all engrossed in wrestling, then I can get busy cleaning. I do out here while they're in there, then I do in there after wrestling is over. Works out well like that WHEN I GET THE HELL UP AND DO IT, that is.
Which I'mina do riiiiight....NOW! (She says as she turns her head completely around so as not to lose sight of Kevin Costner as she walks away....ow!)
Posted by: Stevie at 09:17 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
YESSSSSS!!!!
A hole in one!! He made it...again. I know it's completely retarded, but every time I see the end of this movie....I lose it. I just got all goose-bumpy and teary-eyed when the ball dropped.
Whew.... Now, besides Kevin Costner (obviously and has anybody besides me noticed anything...um...mesmerizing about his pants in the last round? Watch closely as he's walking the green...mm-hmmm...okay, Kev...lol) and Romeo-known forever by me as Cheech no matter what role he's playing-who do you guys think might be my most favorite guy in the movie? (Hint: It is not Don Johnson...) This guy is adorable and for a long time, was my 'prototype' for the kinda guy I was lookin' for. I actually fell for him in a different movie, but he looks the same in every one he's in, so I still love 'im.Take a guess at which one he is. Extra points if you can figure out which movie I found him in. (Hint: It was from 1984.)
Posted by: Stevie at 07:13 PM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
'David Sims' is an ass...
And, so is Don Johnson. I swear, I can't stand him. He gets on my nerves, even when I'm not watching "Tin Cup". But, when I am...I reeeeally get sick of his pompous-assed self.
I also have a hard time not being disgusted with Carl Weathers to this day, because he beat on Rocky in the first movie. And, for the record, sometimes Tim Taylor pisses me off, too, talkin' shit on Al alla time.
Fuck it...I'm goin' for an eagle, too. I'll be around....so BEHAVE!
Peace Update nine minutes later: I now have all 75 lbs. of my hair in a huge ponytail on the top of my head...my "I'm serious this time" hair style. Between that and the 'too big' (black) sweats, I believe I look like 'Jeannie' on crack.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:49 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Do y'all believe this shit?
So, I took this gender test over at Sparks.com. Click the word result and quitcher gigglin'...
ResultIf this is true, I DEMAND to be given my moustach, beard and winkie right now! By the way, this test and tons more is at this completely insane site.
Check out the one about 'bad assed Austrailian cows'...among others.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:41 AM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 11, 2004
She did it...
Angie had her baby boy. I'm a little behind the times with that news, I know, but...gim'me a break here. Most of the time I'm on here, it's fixin' shit, right? You know it. But, no matter what, I get over to Angie's every coupla days. Just keepin' an eye on her. She passed her due date a few days back and then, when Ian came, boy did he. Ya gotta go read those posts. You won't believe how it happened this time and how composed and calm Angie sounds about it. My heart was in my throat. She's cool, I'm freakin'. Then, when you see the baby...oh Gawd.
Go...read...view...witness a miracle named Ian.
Posted by: Stevie at 10:31 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Not a problem...
Yes, that says not a problem.
Yes, there are things in my life that are not a problem.
No, not helping them commit suicide, although, if asked by the right person or persons, I'd LOVE to, anytime...
I, one of the least computer savvy people I know, am actually helping people get rid of that stupid ctrlpan.dll shit. Yay! So far four people have let me know that what they found here helped. That is soooo cool.
However, I wouldn't know about it myself if Paul hadn't emailed me the thing on, like, day one. Then, when I was finally able to get here, I saw that a coupla other people had recommended it, too. So, when I finally was able to contact Paul by IM, we ran it and God, does it work.
So, since then, I've posted it three times. (I think I just did it again really recently....Yep. Three days ago. I just checked.) I'll keep reposting it every so often, as long as I see the searches for it.
In the meantime, it's really Paul that knows this shit inside and out. Without him, this computer woulda defeated me a long time ago. With him, I'm learning more than I ever thought I could. He's a good teacher, too. Very, very patient and quick to say 'excellent' when ya do things right.
He's also the one who did my sidebar. I told ya he was good at this stuff.... Anyhow, I just wanted to say "Glad we could help" and make sure ever'body knows it's really Paul...
Posted by: Stevie at 08:53 PM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Look, here's the deal...
I don't mind discussions. I love to argue. I do that like a litigator. I have triggered a few strokes with my hardheadedness and way-too-quick-for-my-own-good retorts. I really don't need everybody agreein' with me or any of that shit.
However....
I'm not gonna put up with a buncha shit, either. Especially if I have no idea who you even are. Like I do not, nor do I want to, know that asshole from last night. Therefore, as far as I'm concerned it was an unprovoked attack upon my blog by a juvenile, witless waste of sperm. Now, there may be a second one. We'll see.
See, the remark made was 'Owned." Wasn't sure, when I got that by email, what the hell it meant. Then, I saw it in the comments and I got it.
Oh, okay. Cute. Yer so funny. Ha ha. That's the kinda remark I'd receive fine from a friend. Even laugh at it, whatever. But, I do not know the person who said that. He's never been here before, which makes that remark suspect, to me. First time here and ya wanna be cute like that? Yeah, okay. I'll assume THIS ONCE that it's a (not very funny) joke. Some people have a really hard time being funny, I know that. Happens again, it'll be a different story. Youth is not an excuse. Matter of fact, it's a reason, to me. If you want to know what it's a reason for, keep it up. Don't say "Hi" first, or maybe leave a comment or two so I get to know you a little...just show up and spout off. Yeah. That's the way to get somewhere real fuckin' quick with me. It's not my fault if ya don't like the destination. And, I promise, you won't.
Okay? That so hard? I will treat you the way you act. It's all up to you. If ya wanna come here and question me, argue with me, debate me, point out (with documented proof) that I'm wrong, fine. Do that.
However, if ya just want to come here and act like an asshole, don't bother. It won't be worth it for ya.
Now, I'm not the only person who feels this way, am I?
Posted by: Stevie at 07:17 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...Next!!!
Tired of that last post title, now. Time to bury it a little.
Nice timing, huh? Tell Tony DeFranco I'm not that bad, then I am...lol. Oh well. I do not and will not suffer trolls gladly.
Well, I was nice that time. I was too tired to be creative. I won't be next time. I haven't watched Acidman deal with these assholes forever and learned nothing from it, after all. Man, I must be one hard-hearted bitch. After having just spent a coupla hours debating the death penalty (I'm for, he's against), I just thought to myself, regarding that stupid troll, that if what I said in the earlier post caused it enough distress to kill itself AND I got to know that, it really wouldn't bother me a bit. I'd feel like I did the world a favor. One less asshole, ya know? I'm evil.
And...I don't care. Just don't show yer ass, or I'll shove yer head up it. Now, what's hard to understand about that?
Jeez.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:36 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Yo, Stupid cunt...
No, I am NOT a teenaged boy, ya fuckin' retard. Kiss yer ass? How's about you eat me? And, just so there's no confusion as to who I'm talking to, here's your email and IP:
alishadancingfucktard*@msn.com (*slightly modified...more true this way.)IP:67.42.254.122 Just wanted to let ya know, you've been banned and reported.
Oh yes, I also deleted yer moronic comments. If your a typical fan of Stevie Brock, he must be a real piece of shit. Anything else, you fuckwitted asshole?
Posted by: Stevie at 12:53 AM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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