December 10, 2003

Not to even mention the fact...

That, from everything I've seen, read or heard, when one of your fellow soldiers/brothers stumbles or maybe trips a little and falls to his knees for a brief moment, if he just gives it about half a second, there'll be about 40 other people converging from all directions to help him back up on his feet and back on his way. (Just like they did...here.)

So, how d'ya think it feels to see a guy has tripped and by the time ya get turned around to go back and help him up, he's kneeling there with a gun to his head?

Now to go abruptly from allegory to literal...

Especially when the considered 'suicide' is because of something as trivial as rankings or hits...
Is this the new version of 'suicide by the numbers'? I mean, Jesus...why do people live and die by this stupid shit? All those numbers can be manipulated. Hell, they ARE controlled and clique-ish and mostly dumb... All these contests and competitions...what the hell do they really mean, anyway?

When I first started this, I saw all that stuff. I didn't enter them then, because I didn't know how to email links or any of that shit. Plus, I was pretty certain I didn't have anything worth submitting to these places. Then, I learned how to do the technical stuff and STILL stayed away from it all, instinctively. Then, I forgot myself and tried it, after all. Then...pfffft. I remembered real quick WHY I don't sweat that crap. I'm really not doing this to win contests or fame or any of that kinda shit and I certainly do NOT choose whom to read and keep reading based on any rankings or 'wins'. For instance...I've read that Glenn Reynolds guy maybe 5 times total in the last almost year that I've known what blogs are. I don't give a damn who he's supposed to be. I'm sorry, but he's dry and boring. I've read more exciting, insighful and helpful stuff in Chilton's manuals. That Lileks guy ain't so friggin' hot, either. He whines too much.
In short...the people I'm expected to automatically be impressed by don't even register on my radar. You don't get my attention just because ya got everybody elses. Ya gotta do something, say something or BE something worthwhile to get me to look. Let alone keep looking.
Like...Donnie, or Paul (yes, I know it's been a while since he's been able to post regularly but #1. He's worth waiting for and #2. He still has lots of exciting, insightful and helpful (among other things) things to say to people.), or this guy, or her, or her, or her.
(And, noooo, these are not the only ones I feel are 'worthwhile'. I just wanted to get a fair and balanced representation out here as my example. 95% of the blogs I have 'rolled are special to me for one reason or another...)

All I'm trying to say is...Damn, Donnie-Bro...screw the stupid numbers. They don't even begin to tell the story. They don't show what makes a blog and it's author special, they don't tell ya what it's about, they have no heart, soul or depth. They don't mean shit.

But....you do. Your blog does. And, in ways that can't be measured in stupid, trifilin' numbers.
Hell, Hon...if I ever thought that all this is is a stupid popularity contest, I'd have never started blogging in the first place.
Hang in there, Bro. Remember...you're more than a number to some of us.

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Well. okay then...

Whew...

(Didn't think Ranger/Airborne types were supposed to know how to quit...)

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Just fuck...

I don't believe this shit.

What a fuckin' gut punch.
I'm goin' to bed.

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December 09, 2003

Notice anything different?

Take a look at my sidebar...go ahead...I'll wait.

See all those new images? Ain't they pretty? Pretty damned important, too. Try rolling your mouse over 'em. Tells ya what they're about...
Those Ranger wings are staying for the whole 18 months or 18 years...til he's home for GOOD.
The others are eternal.
There are two more coming. One will be Dax's wolf logo and the other...that'll be the one I want everybody to click on. Many times...
It'll be his site design logo.

Paul is excellent with this kinda stuff and is going to be doing this as his own business. He does it all from set up to tweaking and cosmetic beautification such as what you see here.
He's very intelligent, kind and patient. He has wonderful taste and ideas.
Even if your completely satisfied with your own blog the way it is, I'd recommend getting to know Paul anyway.
He is just such a sweetheart...

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A question for the ladies...

As y'all know, I'm not shy about much asking questions about things I read. Hence all the winkie-related questions to the guys lately.
Well, now I'm reading a book about Sharon Tate for about the 10th time and I see this sentence referring to her makeup that makes me stop, shake my head and re-read it about 40 times. Now...I realize it's the 60's and all and God knows I'm no makeup artist...but, this has GOT to be a typo...please. I quote:

"Sharon also affects thick, black false eyelashes, brown eye shadow around her lips and long ash-blonde hair that falls freely about her shoulders..."

Now, if this was a book about Tammy Faye Bakker-WhateverinthehellherlastnameisNOW or Baby Jane, I'd understand that. I've heard of putting certain makeup shit in odd places for 'effect', like blush in the cleavage and eyeshadow to contour or create cheekbones and shit like that, but brown eyeshadow around yer lips? Did anybody ever in the history of makeup do this and if so...why?
Or, did the editor of the book fuck up and it's supposed to be 'lids' (good God I hope so)?

I don't wear makeup very often these days and when I do, it's minimal...cover-stick, compact, mascara, blush and lip gloss...yes, I said lip gloss. LipSTICK looks like shit on me. Too heavy and fake looking, so I stick to lip gloss and no, not that "I've-just-eaten-KFC-shiney-shit", either.
But, back in high school I did 'full-face' ever' damn day of my life. Cover-stick, compact, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, SHINEY lip gloss...the works.
Then one day I read in some dopey magazine that if it took longer than 5 minutes to do yer makeup, you're wearing too much.

So, I learned to put it all on really fast.

Nowdays, it takes about three minutes tops but, it's because I don't wear as much not 'cause I'm throwing it on like spackle like some people (TammyFaye,BabyJane,90%of thebimbettesthesedays) do.

But...back to this eyeshadow around your lips shit...what is that about?

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December 08, 2003

Thank you LeeAnn...

Found a really cool quiz over at The Cheese Stands Alone.

What Pattern Are You?

Lord, I miss Jerry Garcia.

(Just don't even say it. Leave the man alone. Ya don't want to get me started anyway...ya know how I get. AND...just in case ya forget how I can get...read the next post. lol.)

'Mellow'...rotflmao

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Twenty-three years...

"I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40."

"Guilt for being rich, and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something."-1980

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John Winston Lennon

October 9, 1940-December 8, 1980

Imagine.

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December 07, 2003

This is perfect!!!

Gratefully swiped from Dawn, one of the few females I know of with a huge heart and a great sense of humor. Yes, one of those rare female-types whom I actually like. A lot. lol
Now ya know yer just dying to go say "Hi" to her and see what I like so much, right?
In three words: Pretty much everything.

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A conversation...

Friday afternoon, after Eric read my 'Donnie' post, we were sitting here, looking up dumb shit together, talking...just kinda hanging out. Here's a snippet of the conversation we had...

Me: So, didya read that post called "God, help me with this one" about Donnie and his wife?
Him: Yeah...
Me: Well, you didn't see what it was that Donnie said she did that made me write that.
Him: No. I didn't.
Me: He said that when he told her he was leaving NOW, she asked if he was sure, he said 'yes', then she took him into the bedroom and screwed his brains out then said "I'll miss you". I wish I could do that.

A few moments of silence....

Me: I mean to you...not Donnie.
Him: Okay, good...I was wonderin' about that...
Me: ROTFLMAO

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December 06, 2003

While I'm on this 'subject'...

There was a cop I used to work with named Gary DiPietro, who told me another very strange thing that guys in the military (allegedly) do that...I just don't wanna believe. And, yes, I'm fully aware of the fact that Gary would tell me something like this just to mind-fuck me. Matter of fact...he DID.

He said that in some branch of the military (I forget which one he said), they give you this survival training that includes these pills....that you can put into a container of yer own pee, thereby rendering it into a beverage...of sorts.

Is this true?

God, I hope not.

I'm not making this up, either. Gary was one of a whole township's worth of cops who tried to get me with that MICHAEL Hunt thing from "Porky's". Among other things that included handcuffs, my dispatch chair, another cop stuck in the bathroom in my office and Pepperspray. Ya don't wanna know...lol.
Or maybe ya do...It was funny. Twisted and fucked up...but funny.
Cops. Ya gotta love 'em (because their armed!).

Anyway...about these 'pee-turned-into-a-frothy-beverage-pills'. True or just more horseshit? (If it is true, which branch has to do it? So I'll know where to send the case of TicTac's, ya know?)

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Do what?

Okay...I need a guy to explain this to me.

I'm almost done with "Lennon in America". Sean says something in here, after John was murdered, that I don't think I quite understand.
I understand completely, on many levels, the remark John made that I think says so much about Michael Jackson. I also understood a thing I saw about depression. But, this...this is weird.

And, I quote:
"I don't miss John Lennon the persona, I miss my fuckin' Dad. I miss the guy who showed me how to clean my penis when I was peeing."

Now, I ask you...what da hell does that mean? Besides, of course, that Sean is one strange kid....

I must be missing something....right? I mean, do guys do this? And, if they do...why? And, how do you do this without....hell....just how you do this?

I just cannot wrap my mind around this. It's too...something. It just leads to so many questions...
Anyway....anyone care to enlighten me on this, please?

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December 05, 2003

And, again...see?

California is where you should live. Unless of
course you lied on the quiz which would be
stupid. It's crowded as balls there but the
weather is perfect, except for the occasional
earth quake.


What State Is Perfect For You?
brought to you by Quizilla

If only....

Yo, God...
Please?
Thanks,
me

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See?

You are 'Christmas Time is Here, by Golly!', by Tom
Lehrer. Hmm, you really don't like Christmas,
do you? From the moment they start playing
carols in the shops in October to the
appearance of the first Easter Eggs in the
shops on New Years Eve, the rampant hypocrisy
of the Christmas spirit sets your teeth on
edge. You know just how many family fights
start over Christmas dinner, how many people
are injured in the Boxing Day sales, and how
few people actually find Christmas even
remotely merry. You liked Scrooge far better
before those ghosts got to him, and you are
only doing this quiz because you are bored at
work and anything is better than listening to
everyone else discuss their Christmas shopping.
Still, it is two days off work, which does
count for something... Enjoy the break.


What Christmas Carol are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

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And here's another reason for me to feel better...

A new blog.
I found her (Minerva-gotta be a female, right?) in Site Meter.
I like this one.
There's a wiggling hiney right at the top, I use that expression a lot to point out "Duuuh" moments other people have AND she's got me sandwiched between Rob and Paul.
I'm feelin' ever s'much better already.
Between this and Dax's logo...how could I not?

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Yet another reason why I just love Dax...

After being completely snubbed outta that 'contest', I went over to see Dax and found this.
I like this. It's what I am anyway and it'll keep me from ever forgettin' myself again and trying to 'join in'.
Hey, Paul...we got room for one more logo? This one would be good glued to my picture.

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Aw, fuck this....

There's a new Blog contest goin' on that, since I'm pissed about it I won't mention specifically because it's not the authors fault I'm pissed, where apparently I'm not funny or female.
I nominated myself (first time ever) and entered the contest (again first time ever and LAST!!!) for 'funniest' and 'female authored'.
I can see why I may not have made the 'funniest' catagory. Dead goats and Bill are not funny and that's what the person who skimmed the blogs probably saw here. Fine. Not funny lately.
But FUCK-
I AM A FEMALE!!!!
Ya fuckin' asshat. (Again, not aimed at the author of (not)said blog...)

Bite me.

This is exactly why I do not bother with all these weekly 'contests'. I thought I'd try it, though. I did and it sucks not even qualifying as a female, fer fuck sake.
Screw this shit. I'll not waste my time again.

Thanks a load, whoever did it. The name is available...I just don't care enough to go find it again.
You suck. (Typical fuckin' woman.)

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Jeez, what a co-inkey-dink...

(And, I don't care if ya DO think 'co-inkey-dink' is dumb...I got it from Micky Dolenz, whom I love and probably hates snow as much as I do. Hey, I can dream, can't I?)
Anyway....
I mentioned Marines, then I blogrolled one.
He has the longest URL in the history of the Internet, too.
Go say 'Hi' to Mike the Marine.
That's an order.
(Yo. I may not have the rank an' all to be 'ordering' anything more than take out, but, it's snowing ass deep to an elephant, here and I do believe I have the attitude to back it up...)

"Please go read Mike"
See?

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Siiiiigh....

Man, it's a good damn thing I read fast.
This guy is....siiigh.
Just go look.
I love reading his site, but....damn, man.
What are ya puttin' me through, here?
And, wwwhhhhhyyyyyy? (Sobbing softly to self...)

Posted by: Stevie at 02:15 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!

Horns honk, are ya listenin?
Across three lanes, I'm a-spinnin'.
I caused a big fuss
When I sideswiped a bus,
Driving in a winter wonder (why this shit has to even exist) land.
By tomorrow they will file a lawsuit.
I'll be hearing from the lawyer Brown....

Hmph. If 'it's not nice to fool Mother Nature', I supposed she'd get really pissy about being sued fer this crap, huh?

In case I haven't mentioned this ever before, I FUCKIN' HATE SNOW!!! And, winter and cold and dead trees, grass and goats. (Well, y'all know what I mean.)
I want to live in whatever state we have that DOES NOT ALLOW SNOW. Illegal immigrants are fine, just do not allow snow under ANY circumstances. Fuuuuck.

Siiiigh. Great. As if my depression wasn't enough of a lard-assed entity to hafta live with. This just adds about a half a ton to it's weight.
If I could, I'd really, really like to go into suspended animation starting this instant and not ending until, at the extreme earliest, around January 9th or 10th, when people have pretty much cut the shit with the fake holiday crap.
Or, I could also stay that way til around April or May when it gets warm again and even the lamest shitheads have finally TAKEN DOWN THE STUPID CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. (We have neighbors who have icicle lights hanging and ON 24/7, 365 days in a row. Idiots.)
God, Puh-LEEZE give me strength. And, I'm not talkin' about some wimpy "I'll get by" strength, I'm talkin "I'm taking steroids" strength. I'mina need it.

The ONLY, and I do mean ONLY, people I've ever seen who actually seem to have even the slightest idea what Christmas is SUPPOSED to be about, are the guys in Full Metal Jacket. They don't do all the asinine decorating, spending of money they don't have for people who won't appreciate it or any of that horseshit. They sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus and go about their business.
Perfect.
I like that.
I bet it (nature, God, whomever) wouldn't even have the nerve to snow on those guys in the first place. I also bet that if I was wearing a machine gun and it DID snow, I'd be trying to kill it.
I hate snow.
(And winter and cold.)

Pay attention. There may be a test on this shit later.
(After I get done trying to rid us of this pestilence with my trusty hairdrier. And a blowtorch.)
Can I get a few low-ball bids on what it might cost to put a dome over me and my surroundings?
Or...could I just move into the Astro-dome or someplace til this is over?
(Say it with me....)
Gawd, I hate snow.

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