January 10, 2004
Hey, hey, we're the....
MONKEES!!! Yes, I've done it, now....My ass won't be doing much of anything for quite a while. I just stuck in the first of about 10 VHS tapes that I made that are end-to-end Monkees episodes.
When I was a kid, I was just totally in love with.....Peter. Yes, Peter. He was so cute, so dumb....what did I know? I knew I wanted to marry him. Then, Mike got my attention with his silly little hat and excellent voice. Now days it's Micky all the way. 100% Micky 100% of the time. Oh sure, Peter and Mike are still adorable, but Micky? Mm-mmmm-mmm. Micky. He is: gorgeous, funny, gorgeous, smart, gorgeous, sexy, gorgeous and ever so cool. And, gorgeous. That's probably why one of my Yahoo alternate ID's is MickyMonkeeGirl63. Oh yeah, and Davy? Pffttt. Nope. Not my type. Too prissy, too 'pretty' and besides, he's the one we were all supposed to like. On toppa which, now that I've read Micky's book 'Monkees, Music and Madness' about 300 times, it seems I was right to disregard him. Turns out he's yer basic 'prima donna' little twit with more talent than brains. Whatta dork. A little Monkee trivia for ya: Did y'all know Mike Nesmith's mom invented Liquid Paper? (Yep, she sure did.)Posted by: Stevie at 07:16 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Dear Tony DeFranco...
Yes, I did join your fan group and message board stuff and again, yes, I am happy to see people showing up here from over there.
However....
I'm also nauseous at the idea that you would see the language I use around here. I mean, Jesus....I finally find a way to make you aware of my existence and then.....*groan*.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:26 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Dear Computer,
I am gonna kick yer plastic ass all the way to Rt. 611 from here* if you do not take me immediately to Gut Rumbles and quit this 'page cannot be found' bullshit.
Got it, asshole?
Good.
me *Approximately 3 or so miles and I'm talkin' one huge kick, not a buncha little ones, to, by the way.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:05 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
All this time....
I just thought they were nutso.
'Scuse me, whilst I go put on my sweats. If there is any truth to this whatsoever, each of you can expect to see me runnin' past yer house sometime in the future. Maybe even more than once. I'mina make Forrest Gump look like he was standin' still.One question, though....anybody but me willing to consider barn boots to be runnin' shoes? (Hell, I should get extra results since they're so damn heavy....upgrade me right from the git-go from 'homegrown' to Maui Wowee, or something. Hmmm....How's about if I just start out in boots o'concrete? Would that get me right to the Thai stick, do ya think?)
Posted by: Stevie at 03:44 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hey Cowboy....
Now, here's some really cool horses for ya. Once they finish loading, just click on each one. Once ya get the idea, you can use any combination. Eric's favorite one is the one all the way to the right...
Swiped from Love and the Happy Cynic. I'm tellin' ya, there is some cool shit over there.Posted by: Stevie at 03:08 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Ummmm...
What's wrong with this?
Look at the picture. Might as well take another peek at that headline, too. Either, I don't want any asshole who had anything whatsoever to do with this article anywhere NEAR any herds of anything on my farm or if Mad Cow Disease changes cows into SADDLE HORSES, I say 'Let it roll...' I hate stupidity.Posted by: Stevie at 06:30 AM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 09, 2004
Cool...
Still cruisin' around in Blogarama. Found this. It really is cool.
I added a couple more blogs, too. I'm not done finding stuff yet, but if I ever am, I'll do a link and give ya a description of the new ones. I'll be back.Peace.
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Here I go again....
Finding more people to add to the 'Roll, without having dumped any dead wood. I know I've got shit 'rolled that is gone, or whatever, so, sometime later today (i.e. next freakin' month sometime), I'll be pruning the 'roll. In the meantime, I've signed up for something called 'Blogarama' (and if anybody knows how to put their thingy here, can ya's let me know? Thanks...) and then I started cruising their lists and found this guy.
He made me laugh so hard my eyes are watering and my nose needs blowin' now. He's fuckin' nutso (in a really, really cool way), man....rotflmfao again.
I've seen him before, but there's just something this time that got me....funny shit. He has, for instance, a list of earnings last year of dead celebrities...John Lennon is 4th. (Stevie Ray didn't even make the list. Oh well...I still love 'im.)
Not to even mention the fact that the guy is even more mechanically inept than my Dad, if remotely possible. The vignette of his trip to the parts store almost make me cry from laughing so hard. "I feel like I'm driving a go-cart...." LMAO.
Go. Read.
Enjoy....I'll probably either keep adding links to this post as I find 'em, or, if they require some kinda pre-explanation, put them in another one....we'll see.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:19 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hallelujah!!!!
I finally found my "Lennon Legend" CD!!!! I also found my coffee-cup-keep-warmer thing. I must have two of 'em, though, because the one I was lookin' for is white...this one is black. Cool.
Still hangin' out over at AirDisasters. Listening to that plane crash into the 14th Street Bridge in Washington D.C., now.....eerie shit, man. Eerie shit. Wow! You actually hear that one hit....damn. "We're goin' down, Larry!" "I KNOW!!!" BAM! I didn't know it would play while I was here posting. I left it to come here and say "Hi" and it just played.
Speaking of these Media Player things....what's the deal to getting them to load and play right? I either get the beginning, with that stupid 'moving blocks' shit that goes on forever, or it fills in with a white line showing and play the video, then stops and while it's a frozen picture, the audio plays then stops. It's never synchronized. And, I (think I) hafta keep going from 'pause' to 'play' to get it to work ever. Sooo...what's the secret? What am I doing wrong or not doing right? I figger it's me....it usually is. They do eventually get it straight, but it can't be this....weird. And, don't be skeert to 'dumb it waaay down'. I have to ever have one of these things show up[ and work smoothly, so I guess I need all the instruction I can get, right?
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January 08, 2004
Sweet Jesus...
You guys aren't gonna believe this. I've never heard it, or even OF it, before now. It's the last 4 minutes of Flight 93. If you want to hear it, click the link, click on 'I accept' and give it a few. You can even hear the scum who hijacked the plane....
God.
Posted by: Stevie at 10:25 PM | Comments (53) | 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. (I have a feeling I'm gonna be re-running this post about once a week or so...lol.)
See? I knew I would be....lol.
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January 07, 2004
How cool....
Those two Biff Rose albums are IN MY HAND, not Dad's shed. Excellent! Except, I still don't have a frickin' turntable...lol. I'm just happy to know they're safe. Them and Rick Springfields 'Rock of Life' album...a kick-ASS album, by the way.
I was tryin' to find my electric 'coffee-cup-keep-warm' -er in a closet, when I found Biff and Rick. And, my buddy Andy. It's a poem I wrote (!) for him right before he died. I rarely ever write poems or draw, but when I do, I do alright. I did REAL good with this poem, if not for the prose, for the timing. Andy had a copy in his wallet when he (was murdered by an inattentive asshole driving a bigtruck) died.
9*23*57-----7*24*93 The Gentleman Cowboy
His name is Andy.
Sometimes, it's Dru.
Depends on if he knows you
Or even wants to. He's the Gentleman Cowboy
With a huge heart of gold.
So, don't go believing
All you've been told. He's seen hard times.
Wasn't dealt many aces.
The life that he's lived
Has left it traces. But look at the man,
With more than your eyes.
Maybe you'll see
Just how hard he tries. If you give him a chance
You'll see as I do
He's one helluva man
Despite all he's been through. Don't judge him too harshly.
In fact, don't judge him a bit.
He's the livin' definition
Of the phrase 'True Grit'. The next time you see him,
Or hear his name spoken,
Just remember the man
Whose heart has been broken. He's a cowboy first,
Yet a Gentleman, too.
He's an awesome creation,
This man, Andy, called Dru. I tried to see if there were any pictures of Andy on here anywhere. Nope. Found all kindsa shit about his fucknuts brother GRANT HARRIS and the Cowtown Rodeo back in Jersey. Grant is way more concered with making sure his retarded dog gets press than ever admitting Andy is his brother. What an asshole. When I was a kid (around 5) and first started going to Cowtown, I fell in love with Grant, too. He was GORGEOUS and on horseback. I grew up hearing some wild-assed stories about his brother, Andy...
Then...when I was 30, I met Andy (again) and learned to dislike Grant. Then, Andy died and, after chasing Grant all over half of New Jersey trying to tell him what Andy had asked me to tell him before he died AND having to give back the saddle Andy gave me, I learned to outright despise that rich, crack-headed assnugget. GRANT HARRIS CAN KISS MY ASS! There. I hope that gets 'Google-crawled' and shows up first under his name. If I need to do more to make that happen, sopmeone let me know, okay? I cannot stand that pretentious, can't-remember-Andy-fer-shit jerkoff. Anyway...if ya wanna get an idea of who I'm pukin' about, just look up 'Grant Harris', 'Cowtown Rodeo', 'Harris Family Cowtown Rodeo' or any combination thereof. I ain't linkin' the assholes because they do not even mention ANDY!!!!!
ANDY HARRIS, ANDY HARRIS, ANDY HARRIS!!!!!! He was yer only brother, you pumpkin-headed fuck! God, Grant...you are EXACTLY like yer father...cold, arrogant PRICKS, both of ya. At Andy's funeral (where you even THERE, Grant?), your Dad said to me "I had no idea..." I looked him right in the eye and said "We know you didn't." Andy knew it and so did I. None of you 'moneyed' Harris's wanted to know Andy at all, did you? You were the firstborn, hence the only one who counted. You know it as well as Andy did. You got everything, he got shit. You live on the 'family ranch', he was living in a bullrider's BASEMENT when he died. You dick. To this day, the ONLY thing you've ever done that has to do with Andy was that lame-assed, ugly calender you had made with him and your Grandpop, Stoney, on it. What a fuckin' lowlife you are. Yeah, you have the money, but, man, you have no heart at all. You got the cash and the land, Andy had heart and soul and love. Just because it was buried under years of hurt, rage, pain and having to eat your shit, doesn't mean it wasn't worth diggin' for. Andy was a MAN. You, Sir, are a fuckin' pansy. You've had it soft all yer life, everything just handed to ya. Of course you're doing good. You oughta be....Jesus. Andy not only survived, he LIVED without benefit of Daddy's money.
I just wish I could email this to you. I really want to know that you KNOW these things. In spite of all you do to deny him, Andy is the legend now and yer still the pampered 'nancy-boy'. Okay? Good. Whew. Sorry y'all. I just got pissed there for a few. Grant "Asshole" Harris has had that effect on me for...oh, about 10 years, now. This is the first time I've ever really let it go like that. I just WISH I could say it all right in his face. I wanna see hurt in his eyes. Then I'll know he knows. But, ya know what? Fuck him if he doesn't know or want to. Not knowing his own brother at least as well as I do, if not better, is HIS loss.
And no, there was never a physical relationship between Andy and I. Beyond holding him while he cried in my arms about all this stuff. I knew OF Andy my whole life. He was usually in Texas or someplace, rodeo-ing. All the interaction between us happened in about a month or six weeks.
I had run into him in the Alloway Village Inn one night. We talked forever. That was the first time he cried on me. Yeah, the first night we really, really met and realized we knew each other, he wound up crying. That's how bad it hurt him. 'It" being his entire life and growing up in Grant (the pussy's) shadow. When their Grandpop, Stoney, died a week or so later, I went to his funeral. Andy was standing in the back, by himself, next to the Grandfather clock in Layton's funeral home. The whole rest of the family was up front, in the first row, like they were supposed to be. There was no place (chair) there for Andy. After I did the walk-by, I went and stood behind Andy, to his right. Without even looking, he reached back and grasped my hand. He didn't let go. I went with Andy to the graveside and to the reception afterwards. From that day, til Andy himself was killed about 4 or 5 weeks later, we talked or saw each other every day. That was easy to do, because he was working on the A.C.E. river dike right up the road from where I was living. I spent A LOT of time riding his bulldozer, talking. I was in a relationship at the time and Andy knew Tony and vice versa. But, Tony or not, there was something....'home' about Andy. An immediate comfort level ya just don't find every day. We mentioned sex once and Andy said he'd rather not take the chance on messing up the better thing we had by involving sex, at least while I wasn't single. We did like each other waaay too much to let it be just sex. (Thank God....lol) I wasn't single again til after he died. But...I still got the very best Andy Harris there ever was. He knew. He knew he was gonna die. The things he did in the last week of his life leave no doubt that he knew his end was near.
I blamed myself for so long when he died. I felt like I could have changed that. I was looking for him the night it happened. I even went to the right bar. But, I didn't see his pickup in the parking lot, so didn't go in. I should have. He was there on his bike. (He only lived around the corner....) Anyway, he left the bar, got his truck and was on his way 'down the shore' to see Slayer, a local South Jersey band that now goes by the name "Last Call". They're a Southern Fried Rock band that totally kicks ass. (They were still Slayer then and these days, the guitar player, Dave, plays background shit at the rodeos at Cowtown....)
Anyway, on his way there, a truckdriver missed a 'Junction' sign, a "Stop Ahead" sign and the "STOP" sign itself and managed to get Andy's truck wedged under the back wheels of his trailer, dragging him sideways up the road for about a quarter mile, killing him and Beth, the girl who was with him. She was Jimmy Lee Walker's girlfriend. (It was all good. The only reason Jimmy and others weren't with them was having to work in the morning and shit.)
I'll never forget seeing that headline...Andy...killed. Jesus. It still stabs me in the heart like a knife.
Ten years. Man. It doesn't feel like it's been ten years. On the other hand, it feels like it's been a hundred since I've seen Andy.
I got things from him, in that brief time, that I still use today. Balls, courage, Stevie Ray Vaughan....lol. Yeah, I first learned of SRV from Andy. He had him on a tape he had made of his favorite songs. One side was SRV and Roy Orbison, the other was Marty Robbins. Andy and I listened to the Marty-side on the way from Stoney's funeral to the graveside.
I listened to the SRV side as I went from Andy's funeral to his graveside. This was, of course, after I had dug the tape and a few other random things out of the twisted hulk of metal that had been his truck. I have pictures, too. Someday, when I ever get to a place where they put pictures on discs that you can then put on here, they'll be on there, too. If I can find that calendar Grant (pussy-boy) put out, I'll get Andy on here, too. I know I've got about 10 of 'em around here, somewhere. I'll find 'em. Well, anyway.... I'm watching yet another self-made tape. This one has an excellent, true story-movie called "Deadly Relations" on it. Followed by a whole buncha "I love the 70's" shows. Hal Sparks is completely adorable. And funny. Hell, I've even been watching the "I love the 80's" ones just because of him and I DO NOT love the 80's. Matter fact, musically, with the advent of techno-pop and rap and all that GARBAGE, I pretty much HATED the 80's. Not to mention all the people I loved who died on me and the rest of it. I'm at 60's and 70's chick. I disavow both the 80's and 90's.
I kinda like the 2000's, though. Eric finally showed up and all, ya know? I found blogging and so far, the 2000's don't suck AS BAD. They're far from perfect, but at least I don't mind being alive quite so much. Altho, it does still utterly piss me off and defeat me at times. (lol) Kinda conflicted, ain't I? Alrighty, then, off to the 'library' with me....Yes, even with all the shit I just dumped here, I'm still full of it....(for another few minutes, anyway....lol) I shall return.
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:24 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Billy Joel's Redemption....
Also known as:
Goodnight Saigon(Fade in the gentle chirping of crickets. In the far distance, heading toward us, is a chopper. The sound begins to drown out the crickets and then it fills your mind. As it fades away, the piano begins....*Chorus is sung by Viet Nam Vets)
We met as soul mates
On Parris Island.
We left as inmates
From an asylum.
And we were sharp,
As sharp as knives.
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives. We came in spastic,
Like tameless horses.
We left in plastic,
As numbered corpses.
And we learned fast
To travel light.
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight. We had no home front.
We had no soft soap.
They sent us Playboy.
They gave us Bob Hope.
We dug in deep
And shot on sight.
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might. We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape.
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes.
And it was dark.
So dark at night.
And we held on to each other,
Like brother to brother.
We promised our mothers we’d write.
*And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie.
Remember Baker.
They left their childhood
On every acre.
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn’t matter in the thick of the fight? We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand.
They ruled the night.
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island.
We held the coastline.
They held the highlands.
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives.
They heard the hum of our motors.
They counted the rotors.
And waited for us to arrive. And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together (Fade in the sound of the chopper. It swells as it passes over head and as it fades, it again gives way to the gentle chirping of crickets....)
Posted by: Stevie at 02:35 AM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Here we go....
That picture of the Lizard King got me started on a Morrison journey, I think.
After I posted that, I passed by the bookcase and 'Riders on the Storm' by John Densmore caught my eye....kinda the same way the 'caught' does when I see it somewhere...lol. I've read it before, of course. But, I'm still reading it again. Some of the shit Densmore says about Jim woulda pissed me off a few years ago and I really don't even remember being this amused the last time I read it. But, John's snide little truisms are simultaneously making me roll my eyes at his obvious jealousy and 'big-balls' talk now that Jim is dead and laughing out loud at the truth of it. I love Morrison...something about that guy I understand, but can't articulate.
Anyhow, back to the book. John did do one really excellent thing. He reminded me of a song that I love by a guy who mostly just gets on my nerves. That would be Billy Joel. He's not cute. Some of his songs make me violently ill upon hearing the first notes. A few of his songs make me want to beat the hell outta him for ever recording them. But....he has one song that makes me able to forgive all that (unless I stumble across any kind of 'Billy Joel 59,247 song marathon'...then I just smash the radio). It is such a great and powerful song, it get's it's own post, after I blow all my built-up shit out. I already have it saved to draft....
Which, by the way, how is it that not everybody on the planet has one of these things? Do y'all have any idea how awesome it is to be able to talk to yer person 24/7, no matter where they are? And, I ain't talkin' about 'spying on people' shit, either. I just mean to point out how incredibly comforting it is to know that any time I want to say something to Eric or need to ask him something (and vice versa), I can. And, thanks to that same cell phone, I know I'm 'safe', even if this retarded computer gets too far outta line. It has a certain 'computer genius's' phone number in it. I don't know how people stand not having that DirectConnect, though. Wally got me hooked on the damn things. He used to always, without FAIL, call or beep (radio) me when I was in the bathroom or naked, getting ready to get in the shower, or something. I used to ask him "Alright, where the hells the camera, Boss?" when he did that. I also would put on a robe. Yes, me, the dipstick who has been known to hang out naked in deerstands put on a robe with the Bossman on a radio....(quitcher gigglin', damn it.) I also wouldn't contact him without brushing my hair first.
Yes, yes. I know that's goofy.
So. am. I. Okay. Off to do that song post, then to bed, I believe. My eyeballs feel like they have sand in 'em. Plus, I wanna get back to Libertyville. Yeah, I'm re-reading 'Christine', too. 'Riders' is in the bathroom...'Christine' is on the headboard. Very rarely do I take the same book to both places. New ones I'm really into, or high-priority favorites, maybe. But, for the most part, I'll have a 'bedroom book' and a 'bathroom book' (or two, or more) going at the same time.
(Yes, by the way, I am aware that this could also be classified as goofy. So?)
Peace.
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January 06, 2004
Siiiighhh....
Alright, damn it. Who do ya hafta blow know to get the little calendar thingy in your icon tray down on the bottom right?
I've looked every-freakin-where, calling it everything I can think of and I just can't seem to find a way to get it back.
I'mina go clean something in the house now....
Tired of squintin' anyhow....
I'll be back later...
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:48 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Tis done...
Got the defrag to finish. Ran Adaware (twice, just to be certain) and I thinks it's a lot better now. Now to get the stupid clock set correctly. It's about a half hour ahead. And, come to think of it, my date thing is gone, too. Hmmm.
Back to the control panel....
lol.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:56 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, it's getting better...
Paul, the Amazing, showed up mere seconds after that last post and walked me through a few things and got me running the maintenence shit. For some reason, the disc defrag got 73% done and stalled or something. Started it over and it froze right up. So, I rebooted agaaaaain and decided to post while I could. Still not letting me sign on right. Somehow, the stupid Earthlink connection can't find the damn dial tone but when Windows lookin' sign-on box shows up, it does. I just wish I could make the damn thing show up instead of having to click around like a nerd, waiting for it to appear. It's the one that's retangular, titled 'Dial-up Connection', has spaces already filled in, for name, password and such and has a window at the bottom that shows you the sign-in process in writing.
Other than that...we're just speedin' right along, now.
Well, I'm gonna go try the defrag again and see if there's anything else I can run, then do the Adaware thing and stuff like that....while I clean the house.
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:17 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Imay still be forced to commit murder....
If this hunk of shit that people from TWO COUNTRIES (me-here, Paul- Canada) have slaved over for weeks does not start MOVING IT'S ASS between page views and letting me sign on right....I will kill it.
I really will.
I'm already gettin'....highly annoyed.
Posted by: Stevie at 11:43 AM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 05, 2004
Holy shit....
Hi Jim!!!!
And, thanks to my favorite blog with a name that sound like the title of one of those skits that used to be on "Love, American Style"....all KINDSA cool shit here.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:37 PM | Comments (48) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
And, again....
Bill is demented and he's STILL ignoring me. I just love that 'leave me comments' crap. I did. I do. I called him the "Mad Magazine" of the blogosphere. I even mentioned my boobs. What do I get? Nuthin'. Siiiigh...(some) MEN.
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