I'm sorry I haven't posted anything. I got things going, things on my mind, and plans in the works.
Getting ready to go see my inlaws in Mexico this weekend. I'm burning movies to take to them so they can have some entertainment goodness.
Am I wrong for wanting to subscribe to the Weekly World News? There's an article this week that is GREAT. It talks about a new, secret, all-powerful weapon that the us has developed. More powerful than conventional nuclear weapons. They have been forced to confirm it due to our president accidentally referring to them in a speech. Yes...I'm referring to...
Nuculer weapons. It's true!
27 October 2005
18 October 2005
ok. So WHAT THE HELL is that noise in my blinds?
It's Mulder and Scully. Bastiches wait until we're "asleep", then get out of their infant playpen.
It's this scary pitter-patter, running about the entire fecking house.
I had brie tonight. And grilled tequila chicken. And Samuel Adams Creamstout, and white russians, and Boddington's Ale. Wonderful day it's been, today.
My wife's blood test came back negative for pituitary tumors, which I am grateful for. Tomorrow a mammogram is scheduled, so please keep your collective fingers crossed for us. I'm tired of crying myself to sleep at night. It's getting old rather quickly, as is the cats running across the floor in the living room darkness.
Time for Firefly reruns. Fox network bastards.
Let me know if you haven't seen an episode of Lost. I'll burn it for you.
It's Mulder and Scully. Bastiches wait until we're "asleep", then get out of their infant playpen.
It's this scary pitter-patter, running about the entire fecking house.
I had brie tonight. And grilled tequila chicken. And Samuel Adams Creamstout, and white russians, and Boddington's Ale. Wonderful day it's been, today.
My wife's blood test came back negative for pituitary tumors, which I am grateful for. Tomorrow a mammogram is scheduled, so please keep your collective fingers crossed for us. I'm tired of crying myself to sleep at night. It's getting old rather quickly, as is the cats running across the floor in the living room darkness.
Time for Firefly reruns. Fox network bastards.
Let me know if you haven't seen an episode of Lost. I'll burn it for you.
17 October 2005
I haven't had a chance to update lately. You know, being idle, sloth, and all of that.
You know, a friend of mine ran over my rose bushes. I still haven't figured out how the hell he did it, or why, or what he was doing when it happened. He managed to miss the cheap bush, but plastered the two that had serial numbers and pedigrees and a stamp tied around them that said 'asexual reproduction prohibited by law'. I'm debating choking him. Not that it would bring them back. So there. You owe me a pack of Boddington's for the $45 worth of roses, YOU HEAR ME?!
I'm not totally enraged at you, mind.
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So I found a copy of Gary Numan's "The Pleasure Principle". If you have not heard this cd, drop what you are doing and order it. You won't find it at the local yokel music shop. Yes, it's the guy that did the song 'Cars' but it's so much more than that. It's moog, strings, drums, synth, and a glimpse into a machine future. I also picked up The Cure's "Disintegration" (FINALLY) and can't keep fighting the urge to wear dark eye makeup and poof my hair up, teased to the ceiling. I already have started by getting an English-type driving/rain wool coat. I have the boots.
Oh, why bother. It'd be lost on the local rednecks who would accuse me of being anything from a homosexual to a maniac. (I have a weak defense for the maniac part). I mean, it's autumn and to cheer myself up I spend thousands on those around me when I really shouldn't. It works for a few gleaming moments and then fades. So I produce the debit card again.
Synth landscapes of depression, rain, clouds, thunder noises. It's too much. Echo and the Bunnymen, the Cure, Sisters of Mercy, all lead back to Joy Division.
If things keep going this way I may go buy 'the Downward Spiral'. Watch out then. Angst to the max from someone pushing thirty.
Makes me recall this moment I was listening to that cd once, I was around 15 or 16. It had me in this mood I can't describe. I laid down in the closet area of the hotel room while my friends were picking on me about it and playing the Super Nintendo to pieces. That cd does something unhuman to me and if you EVER see me with it, shoot it out of my hand. I was going to DISNEY WORLD for God's sake and couldn't get out of my funk.
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so I have a bag of depression meds at home. Waiting to be taken, but I won't take them. Hard headed? Proud? Scared of what they do to me? A combination of all of it? Who knows.
"kiss me goodbye" pushing out before i sleep / it's lower now and slower now the strangest / twist upon your lips but i don't see and i don't / feel but tightly hold up silently my hands / before my fading eyes and in my eyes your / smile the very last thing before i go...
i will kiss you i will kiss you i will kiss you / forever on nights like this i will kiss you i will / kiss you and we shall be together...
Wow.
You know, a friend of mine ran over my rose bushes. I still haven't figured out how the hell he did it, or why, or what he was doing when it happened. He managed to miss the cheap bush, but plastered the two that had serial numbers and pedigrees and a stamp tied around them that said 'asexual reproduction prohibited by law'. I'm debating choking him. Not that it would bring them back. So there. You owe me a pack of Boddington's for the $45 worth of roses, YOU HEAR ME?!
I'm not totally enraged at you, mind.
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So I found a copy of Gary Numan's "The Pleasure Principle". If you have not heard this cd, drop what you are doing and order it. You won't find it at the local yokel music shop. Yes, it's the guy that did the song 'Cars' but it's so much more than that. It's moog, strings, drums, synth, and a glimpse into a machine future. I also picked up The Cure's "Disintegration" (FINALLY) and can't keep fighting the urge to wear dark eye makeup and poof my hair up, teased to the ceiling. I already have started by getting an English-type driving/rain wool coat. I have the boots.
Oh, why bother. It'd be lost on the local rednecks who would accuse me of being anything from a homosexual to a maniac. (I have a weak defense for the maniac part). I mean, it's autumn and to cheer myself up I spend thousands on those around me when I really shouldn't. It works for a few gleaming moments and then fades. So I produce the debit card again.
Synth landscapes of depression, rain, clouds, thunder noises. It's too much. Echo and the Bunnymen, the Cure, Sisters of Mercy, all lead back to Joy Division.
If things keep going this way I may go buy 'the Downward Spiral'. Watch out then. Angst to the max from someone pushing thirty.
Makes me recall this moment I was listening to that cd once, I was around 15 or 16. It had me in this mood I can't describe. I laid down in the closet area of the hotel room while my friends were picking on me about it and playing the Super Nintendo to pieces. That cd does something unhuman to me and if you EVER see me with it, shoot it out of my hand. I was going to DISNEY WORLD for God's sake and couldn't get out of my funk.
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so I have a bag of depression meds at home. Waiting to be taken, but I won't take them. Hard headed? Proud? Scared of what they do to me? A combination of all of it? Who knows.
"kiss me goodbye" pushing out before i sleep / it's lower now and slower now the strangest / twist upon your lips but i don't see and i don't / feel but tightly hold up silently my hands / before my fading eyes and in my eyes your / smile the very last thing before i go...
i will kiss you i will kiss you i will kiss you / forever on nights like this i will kiss you i will / kiss you and we shall be together...
Wow.
11 October 2005
It's bad enough living with eight people in your house.
It's even worse when you get a virus or some other nasty bug running through the tribe. Everyone falls ill, one after another.
Little kids get the runs, puke once or twice, and that's it. Us adults, on the other hand, try and hold it in during the commute home because you can't stop by the side of the interstate to vomit. Comedy gold ensues. Literally. It issues forth like gelatinous bile and the clothes go into a garbage bag when you get home.
I had three layers of clothes on last night and honestly felt like dying. But I wake up this morning, after throwing up 13 times during the course of the afternoon/night, and I'm FINE. I even went for pizza at lunch.
But now my other son is sick.
*sigh*
It's even worse when you get a virus or some other nasty bug running through the tribe. Everyone falls ill, one after another.
Little kids get the runs, puke once or twice, and that's it. Us adults, on the other hand, try and hold it in during the commute home because you can't stop by the side of the interstate to vomit. Comedy gold ensues. Literally. It issues forth like gelatinous bile and the clothes go into a garbage bag when you get home.
I had three layers of clothes on last night and honestly felt like dying. But I wake up this morning, after throwing up 13 times during the course of the afternoon/night, and I'm FINE. I even went for pizza at lunch.
But now my other son is sick.
*sigh*
06 October 2005
The Miller High Life (lite heh) has been downed. The beef is simmering in so much red pepper that your nose hairs would burn at the slightest whiff. The yard is STILL shin high and the grass has gone to seed, but guess what!? The flood marks are disappearing. You know, how the ebb and flow of several inches of water tends to deposit straw and sticks in wavy patterns...it's disappearing.
BECAUSE I'M RAKING THE S*IT UP, THAT'S WHY.
I also fixed my lawn mower. The diagnosis? Engine full of water.
Now to get the tire reinflated.
This chili is going to ROCK. Seriously. Am I the only guy that does the family cooking?
I wonder. It's a great excuse to drink, anyway.
Love you all. And if the google adsense ads pop up, click them. I get paid!
BECAUSE I'M RAKING THE S*IT UP, THAT'S WHY.
I also fixed my lawn mower. The diagnosis? Engine full of water.
Now to get the tire reinflated.
This chili is going to ROCK. Seriously. Am I the only guy that does the family cooking?
I wonder. It's a great excuse to drink, anyway.
Love you all. And if the google adsense ads pop up, click them. I get paid!
04 October 2005
Ok, so what's the deal? I mean, FEMA sucks.
A lot of things suck. The mall smells like wee. It also is a haven for mold and mildew. But what do i know...
Figuring out a list of lost groceries from Katrina and the ensuing 2 week plunge into third world wonder. Comes out to almost $340, the stuff I lost. You don't think lovingly about pork chops until you realize that your pork chops are indeed gone. Makes me think of the cinderella power ballad.
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I still haven't seen Serenity. The office secretary (And fellow Firefly fanperson) just totally ruined it for me. She saw it and has the visual companion book thingy that has SCRIPT AND PLOT SPOILERS AND TURNED THE PAGE RIGHT TO THE PART WHERE (Name) is (Verb, past tense) by the (plural noun) and they have a (noun).
I could choke her. I really, really could.
What's the deal with me getting comment spam the minute I update? Will never understand that. I think out of all the comments I've received, one or two were legit.
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Also,
heheh
A lot of things suck. The mall smells like wee. It also is a haven for mold and mildew. But what do i know...
Figuring out a list of lost groceries from Katrina and the ensuing 2 week plunge into third world wonder. Comes out to almost $340, the stuff I lost. You don't think lovingly about pork chops until you realize that your pork chops are indeed gone. Makes me think of the cinderella power ballad.
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I still haven't seen Serenity. The office secretary (And fellow Firefly fanperson) just totally ruined it for me. She saw it and has the visual companion book thingy that has SCRIPT AND PLOT SPOILERS AND TURNED THE PAGE RIGHT TO THE PART WHERE (Name) is (Verb, past tense) by the (plural noun) and they have a (noun).
I could choke her. I really, really could.
What's the deal with me getting comment spam the minute I update? Will never understand that. I think out of all the comments I've received, one or two were legit.
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Also,
heheh
02 October 2005
Ok...I finished Lost. All 25 episodes, plus or minus. That show is the bomb. I also downloaded the first two episodes of Season 2. One tomorrow, one Tuesday, and by Wednesday, I'll be caught up for Episode 3 when it comes on. I haven't been this pumped for a show since E.R. or C.H.I.P.S. (But we won't get into the latter.)
Dealing with migraine sufferers in the house. Lately, I've started having cluster headaches again. But it's really hard on kids when their mom has a 'graine and the dad has a cluster, both are whacked out on pain meds, moaning and agonising, and feeling like doing absolutely nothing apart from dying.
My Kentucky pie from Mcalisters tasted like styrofoam ass. What's up with that?
I'm tired of dwindling funds and lack of ....I dunno. I'll just shut up because this isn't really a productive post.
Anyone that's reading --- if you aren't trying to:
*sigh* I hate 'embedded' and 'ensconced' now. Makes me think of Fox News Channel reporters. And that makes me think of Hannity and Colmes, which makes me think of Toby Keith and Rush Limbaugh and talk radio and politics and I work myself up into a bloody, frothy, angry mess and want to open fire. So I'm going to bed now.
Dealing with migraine sufferers in the house. Lately, I've started having cluster headaches again. But it's really hard on kids when their mom has a 'graine and the dad has a cluster, both are whacked out on pain meds, moaning and agonising, and feeling like doing absolutely nothing apart from dying.
My Kentucky pie from Mcalisters tasted like styrofoam ass. What's up with that?
I'm tired of dwindling funds and lack of ....I dunno. I'll just shut up because this isn't really a productive post.
Anyone that's reading --- if you aren't trying to:
- Enlarge my penis
- Enlarge my breasts (lol mantits)
- Sell me V1@grA
- Peddle smut
- Peddle anything else for that matter, including yummy narcotic medications
*sigh* I hate 'embedded' and 'ensconced' now. Makes me think of Fox News Channel reporters. And that makes me think of Hannity and Colmes, which makes me think of Toby Keith and Rush Limbaugh and talk radio and politics and I work myself up into a bloody, frothy, angry mess and want to open fire. So I'm going to bed now.
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