November 24, 2003
God help us all...
I have another idea...so, if anything weird shows up here, you'll know why...
Nope. It doesn't work. I was trying to see if I could c&p smilies in this text if I wrote it first in Yahoo mail. Nope. Damn it.Posted by: Stevie at 02:23 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 23, 2003
Great...now I'm doin' it...
Not bloggin' much on weekends. It's not like I'm holding back or anything, tho. I'm just using that energy for other stuff, like cleaning and shit. I'm still venting, too...releasing tension and all that. Just yesterday, fer instance. I took a situation in hand and finally 'figured out' somethng that has been buggin' me for quite some time.
See, I've got this older boombox that I've had since I worked for Wally. I used to hang it in the parlor on an overhead pipe with a bungee cord and it was great. Until some assholes walked right into it with their hard, yet uninjured heads and knocked it down. Nuthin' I like better than the sound of my radio bouncin' off the concrete, CD's flying. Siiiiigh...men.
It survived several episodes like that and currently resides in the kitchen, surrounded by CD's and tapes. The past few months, it's been sorta 'selective' about when it will play CD's. Usually, if I screw around with it a while, it'll go on and work. Day before yesterday, it worked without the screwin' around. Then...yesterday.
Let me put it this way. It still doesn't work, but at least now I know why.
I'm pretty damn sure it has to do with the Craftsman 3/4 inch wrench, open on one end, closed on the other, that is currently sticking out of the top of it.
Sumbitch.
I was standing there for going on the 23rd minute trying to get it to cooperate. I slammed it shut this one time and this wrench slid into view. I popped the thing back open, politely removed Elvis, shut it and...murdered it.
To pieces.
I beat the ever lovin' hell outta that fuckin' thing.
I haven't done that for....years? Well, I know it been months, anyway. Lotsa months.
See? I knew something was bothering me. I highly doubt that that's exactly what it was, but I do feel lots better now.
Tell ya one thing, tho. Ya fuckin' shoot me, you better kill me outright or I will live just long enough to shove yer weapon up yer ass. Death, I could care less about. Wound me and I'll beat yer ass.
Besides, isn't it illegal to hunt on Sunday or something, anyway?
Oh well, we shall see. Hell, I'm sure Eric would post something somewhere if anything happened. On that note....I'm gonna go finish my shit, get the hell outside and back in here, get dinner and the rest of this days crap over with and get ready to do the one thing I've had the most fun with lately, that I haven't let myself do in the last day or two. (And, no, it's not that, because I'm still coughing my ass off...)
This thing, I've been not doing lately in a bid to get my housecrap done. I've been waiting to 'deserve' it. It's that cool, yes. And, no, it has nothing to so with sex or nudity or any o'that shit...(you guys!) It's just a blast... a thing that when I start, I do it for hours and hours without realizing how long it is. I sit here and watch my house get undone around me and I don't care. I just get another cuppa coffee, s'more smokes and keep typing. (Kinda like Stpehen Wright's very disciplined East German Shepard, C'merestay, when Stephen calls him too many times while he's typing...)
I'm almost ready. Only one or two more things I'd like to do, then....blessed relief from the torture that is abstinence from this thing I do. I miss it so bad, my souls achin'. So...if I can find my partner-in-crime later, I'll be one happy lil bitch. If not, there's always the phone.....
Posted by: Stevie at 01:49 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 21, 2003
Hot damn, she's fast...
Here it is.
Thnks again, Jen and everybody who had a question.Posted by: Stevie at 01:45 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
More questions...cool.
From my Blog-daddy, Acidman...the new and much improved Friday Four + One (just so's I don't piss off the Friday Five people...)
1) Have you ever done anything in your life that you REALLY wished you could take back? If so, what was it?Renting an apartment to a certain Jamacian asshole chick that resulted in personal legal shit for years. Karma is sooo gonna get her. Bitch. 2) Have you ever been in a situation where you had to choose between your principles and your income? How did you handle that decision?
Lotsa times. I go with my principles ever'time. Which is why I am so broke, yet so 'noble' today. (heh) 3) Did you ever do something knowing full well at the time that it was wrong? If so, why did you do it?
Hell, yes. Because, if I didn't, I'd be on top of one of these silos with a sniper rifle. (Yeah, I still do it. Once a day, every day, all day long...) 4) Name a movie that made you cry (and if you say "I never cried over a movie, you should be dragged off and shot, you heartless shit!)
LaBamba, The Buddy Holly Story, The Sound of Music, 8 Seconds...they all have parts that kill me. 5) Name three things in your life that you feel OBLIGATED to do that you WOULD NOT DO if you didn't feel that sense of obligation.
Be alive, live, keep doing it.
Good questions, Sir. I'll be lookin' forward to the next lot. Thanks.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:37 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...here's my plan...
(That title just caused John Lennon to cue up in my head singing "Life is what happens to you when you're busy makin' other plans"...)
I just sent my answers back to Jen for her interview series. Good questions, once ya get past that first one. I'll letcha's know when there posted. Now...what I want to do...what I NEED to do, is get the hell outta this chair and clean. this. house. Like, yesterday...(as oppsed to later)One of those questions had to do with cooking and now I'm making ribs for dinner later and when I was talking to George about it, I asked when he'd be home, because I know it'll be before Eric gets done and I want to race. I want to try to completely transform this place before then. Then, I'll be able to make a good dinner in a clean kitchen with frwshly washed hair (on my head, not in the dinner), if everything goes like I want. Which porbably means it won't.
But, I'mina give it a shot. Also, I'm still working a post about Mikey (Michael Jackson) through my mind. I've held the same opinion forever and, no, I'm not a rabid fan. Maybe it just because I'm so raw, myself, these days, but it seems to me a lot of people aren't gettin it.
Hell, even Acidman was more tolerant toward him than most people are being. So, that decided me. I'm gonna do my post, too. Later. Now, remember what I JUST said about life and plans? My plans just got a little altered. When I went to get the permalink from Rob, I saw that he has his own Friday Give questions. They're so good, I'm gonna go one and do them, THEN I'll go do my shit. So...
Next post? Rob's questions.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:23 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 20, 2003
Here's the deal...
Viking Communciations sucks. I don't even know if that's the proper company name, but it gets the point across.
They suck and they treat people like inconsequential shit.
So...
Fuck them and if you use their products, just know you're supporting a company that shits on honest, hardworking people. They do not deserve any support for that.
Ya buncha stupid asshole losers.
Fuck you. (And, this has nothing to do with me, personally, except they make me sick.)
Posted by: Stevie at 05:42 PM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Define 'real'...
It's been said way more than once, that when people get too caught up in blogging or just being on-line, that they need to shut the computer off and go deal with 'real' people.
So, who writes blogs? Automatons? Robots? Cartoons? No. It's people. Real, live, honest-to-God people. Since I've started reading today, I have in turn, been: Offended, laughing my ass off and in the depths of hell itself.And, that was just three people. This offensive one...pfft. I know fear when I see it and feeling threatened makes some people behave like idiots sometimes. So, screw that one. Greg had me laughing so hard I think I dislodged my liver or something. A few clicks later and Helen had me places I didn't know were gonna be on the itinerary. But, she never let go of my hand, so I came out the other side as okay as one can be when struggling with shit like this. Then, every once in a great, rare while, you find a person who defies description. These are only three of the 60-some people on the 'roll. They are more real, honest, up-front and knowable than anybody outside this door, walking down the street. So...define 'real' for yourself. And, if your version is different than mine...so be it.
But, people really need to knock off the 'not really real' shit.
Seriously.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:29 PM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 19, 2003
WTF?
I just took another one that was about the future and it, too, said dead of cancer...but at age 87!
I DEMAND A RECOUNT!!! I reeeeally do not want to be here 47 more years! God, help me.Posted by: Stevie at 12:57 PM | Comments (48) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
YO! Eric and George...bite me.
And y'all fuck with me CONSTANTLY about watching this, don'tcha's?
HAH!!!See? I know about that of which I speak. Never doubt me or my TV choices AGAIN! BWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
You are Daria from Daria. You are full of sadness
and everything bad. You love to read, and you
are very smart. However, you are cool to
others. Even though you are so smart and quiet,
you seem cool to others. You get mad at others
quickly, but you only show it in your face. You
are very anti-social, but you do have a couple
of friends one or two. You are pretty
depressed. You have very little happiness in
you. You are very different from others. You
make the school seem much better because you
are not the exact same as the other girls. You
are not very religious, however. Actually, you
are not religious at all. Most likely, you are
going to die of cancer - sorry for that. Good
luck desperate person!
What Cartoon Are You?
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The truely odd thing is, some other test said I'd be croakin' of cancer, too.
Ah, fuck it. Good enough for Gilda Radner, good enough for me. (Love you, Gilda. Yeah, I remember...)
Posted by: Stevie at 12:40 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, I did another one...
First of all, damn it, I fell asleep in that chair again...sigh. Then, I wake up, get Eric movin', plop into this here chair and owlishly start pokin' keys.
I got my mail, came here, stepped over to L.A. to see what's up and...got reamed. Well, not reamed, but 'chided' in a sentence containing the phrase "my ass!", which is close enough. Just because I got a state wrong. Guys lived everywhere and wants ta get all pissy because I said 'your home state of Pa....' instead of Maryland.
cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Think I'll head on down to Jawja fer a bit and see what's doin' down there. I'll be around and I'll be back....
Posted by: Stevie at 06:21 AM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
My God, Val...
What have ya gotten me into, now?
If you try this, make sure you get your coffee and smokes first.
(Just wish they didn't all have an 'A' in front of 'em...) A EXCITER FUN THIGH-Better than a dull, boring one...
A CHEER IF TIGHT NUX-Now, for some reason 'nux' and nuts are intermingled in my head...which led me to wonder why you'd cheer if yer nuts were tight. Doesn't that mean your cold?
A RECENT IF HIGH TUX-Would be if I was wearin' it.
A CREE FIGHT HIT NUX-Ow.
A CREE FIGHT HUT NIX-Gonna have to fight outside, guys. They ain't gonna let ya's build a hut to fight in...sorry.
A CRETE UNFIX THIGH-Some Dude from Crete busted my thigh?
A ERECT FIX HIGH NUT-Sounds kinda sexy, in a twisted way.
A ERECT FIX HUG HINT-Yeah, if I'm hintin' to be hugged, being erect would fix it.
A ERECT FUN THIGH XI-Where are the first 10?
A TERCET UNFIX HIGH-I don't know exactly what a 'tercet' is, but if they unfix highs, I sure know I don't want one.
A EXEC FIGHT HIT RUN-Okay..if you're fighting an executive and losing, hit-n-run could be an option, I suppose.
A EXEC IF THING HURT-This a job requirement? Or a symptom?
A ERIC THEN FIX GUT-Good. I need my gut fixed. Hey...sex burns calories. Wonder if he could have me in a size 4 by this weekend?
A ERIC THEFT UGH NIX-That's right...nix Eric theft. Anybody tries to take him away from me is gonna be sayin' more than 'ugh', lem'me tell ya.
A ERIC TENT FIX HUGH-Right. If he fixed a tent in his pants, it would be huge.
A TRUCE HE FIGHT NIX-Makes sense to me.
A CUE THEN FIX RIGHT-If a cue is needed to get something fixed right, will a curled fist do?
Okay. I had enough. For no-ooow.
There were THOUSANDS of these.
Go try it, but don't forget your coffee and smokes. You'll be a while.
Posted by: Stevie at 12:20 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 18, 2003
Here's what crickets eat...
Me and my big mouth. I ask one time what to feed the crickets that were inhabiting my comments and suddenly I'm a cricket nutritionist.
I've gotten two comment/emails lately asking me, in rather desperate tones, what to feed crickets. One a little boy had found and wanted to keep for a pet and the other was found outside freezing by some kind soul who just wanted to help it. So, I 'Asked Jeeves' and got the answers. I'm just gonna go on and post it here, so if anyone else finds one, they don't hafta wait a week while I search thru approximately 900 lbs of notes bearing esoteric scrawlings such as: "Acidman inspired blogs", "armpits/smelling them", "men's cologne/me weird", and Velociman's email address all on one piece of paper, looking for my notes on cricket diets again. So here it is: Crickets eat green shit...everything from crops to lawn grass. They also like dry cat food, lettuce, oatmeal and require a piece of orange for moisture because they'll drown in a 'waterbowl'. There is also some stuff called 'gut load' that is sold in pet stores. Apparently, people who raise crickets to feed to other critters fatten 'em up with this stuff.Anyway...
They also like living in sand, with one spot of it kept moist and like to hide in toilet paper tubes. From my own personal knowledge, a cricket was the reason Buddy Holley named his band what he did. There was one allegedly caught on tape chirping along with him.
It's supposed to be good luck to have one in your house.
I think it's rude to kill 'em.
Then again...I don't kill or put bounties on spiders, either.
Posted by: Stevie at 10:02 PM | Comments (48) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I'm kinda in L.A. today...
I know I haven't said much today, but it's not my fault. It's his.
Guy's fried.
I blogrolled him about a week ago. I started reading his archives today.
I still am. (Well, not at this exact moment because I'm here because my stupid computer wanted to get all constipated and I hadda shut it down and start all over, so I decided to check out a few places, read Rob, then came here.) But...I'm headin' back to the West Coast for a little longer. I'm into February '03. Not gunna quit now...plus, I read a lot of it going back from today, so I should be meeting myself somewhere soon.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:58 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I knew it...
I knew something was up over there.
Glad he seems to be okay.I just hope the BC didn't have something to do with it. He says it is blog-related. Also, he's got a post about A.W.A.T.A.W's (I refuse to call them 'hunters', for obvious reasons...like they're fuckin' STUPID, fer instance) shooting each other. I didn't feel as though my comments on this would be particularly well received, maybe even misunderstood, plus, he's got enough shit goin' on and I do have this place, so....let me just say this here: (Have the song 'Instant Karma' playing in yer head)
"Thinning the herd, man...thinning the herd."
When this crap happens, it just makes more room for real Hunters...
And, probably amuses the HELL outta the deer, too.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:50 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 17, 2003
I feel like I've been hit by a truck...
I got my kitchen back from the evil dirty-dish-multiplying faeries and got the trash trolls contained, too. I made dinner, but the most creative thing about it was garlic whomp biscuits.
I made angel hair pasta and instead of standard garlic bread or even my standard-garlic toast-this time I did garlic Grands, a.k.a.-whomp biscuits. Not bad if I say so myself. I also already did tonights dishes. I still have a small headache and my back and shoulders feel like a football team has beaten the hell outta me. Also, my eyeballs feel like two sandballs. I'm gonna go find a quiet, dark place to hide for a while and get this headache gone. I'll be back...Posted by: Stevie at 07:32 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Blogrolling really was hacked...
I hope they catch the asswit who did it.
I hereby publicly apologize to the victim and Blogrolling for my previous vitriol. I had other things that were driving me bugfuck and that was just the last straw. I mean, shit...I'm right in the middle of reading the 'roll and it first disappears then I had that stupid shit to look at. I won't even go in the fact that I sat here and deleted every one of those stupid links and replaced and 'cosmetically enhanced' the roll only to find the original back on my page less than an hour later....Nah...I won't even go there. siiiiigh I'm just gonna go finish cleaning the kitchen while PINK FLOYD blasts in the background. (Already did 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap'.)Posted by: Stevie at 04:15 PM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...I'm once again a calm person...
So far.
For now.
Finally.
Hmmmm. Or....
Pink Floyd? (Yeah...get all stressed the hell back out trying to decide this, why don't I?) AC/DC then, damn it. I need that energy.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:25 PM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Yo, Blogrolling Guy....
I'm done.
Again.
Just in case ya wanna screw it all up again. Maybe...delete it. Or replace it with your own damn list or just replace everything with hieroglyphics* or something.
If it is wrong...
Gim'me a break, wouldja? update 4:15p: sorry
and I fixed that word...
Posted by: Stevie at 12:29 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
The instant I get done the last post...
I go back to my page and...there it is. My ORIGINAL blogroll. AFTER I sat here for over a fuckin' HOUR replacing and cleaning up the roll.
Fucktards. I'll clean it back up. Watch me.again
update 4:15p: sorry
Posted by: Stevie at 11:38 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Blogrolling is gettin' on my dick nerve...
This shit is getting OLD, now. First, my entire blogroll gets replaced with one jerk's blog, then I sit here and fuckin' replace every friggin link, now...it won't show. It's BEEN here since I restored it and I'm sure it'll be BACK, but fer fucksake, I'm gettin tired of this shit.
PUT THE ROLL BACK AND LEAVE IT THE HELL ALONE. Okay? Jesus. again:sorryPosted by: Stevie at 11:34 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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