Drunken Wisdom: July 2005 Archives

July 31, 2005

Crawling

Last night, we started off with a sort of mini-meet. Contagion, Anathematized, Tammi, and introducing Ktreva, Contagion's wife. I was very glad to meet her, and she was a blast to talk with... if you could ever manage to talk over the "shy" one.

Tammi went to work right away trying to pick up one of the locals even though I tried to warn her. Actually, I probably seemed like a dick, because I've talked with the dude before, and while he's strange, he's not bad to talk to for a couple of seconds. But he has a tendency to fall in love with whatever woman makes eye contact with him. So I yelled, "Don't do it," and even HE heard me. Tammi just waved me off and said something about ruining it for her. Okay, not really. But he did hear me.

Had a great dinner, great conversation with great people, even Contagion, and a couple of drinks. Did a couple of shots of Jameson, with Contagion in between our three drinks, getting him to finally open up and start talking. Then he had to call Bou, who we found out was ten sheets to the wind. That was the report, I'm not making it up.

Anathematized was trying to tell me about setting up my new blog and trying to answer questions, but I tell you... being a techno tard, what made sense last night, has just faded today. Heheh... at least she got to talk to me!

One of the locals (Fritz's daughter) thought I should entertain the rest of the group, so we "arranged" to have her pull my chair out from under me as I tried to sit down. It was a smashing success, and a good laugh was had by all. Once again, I had to save the day!

I also had to defend my drink of choice for the evening. Gin and tonic. I've never liked the stuff until my visit to Eric's, where I discovered that once mixed with tonic, the evergreen flavor is almost gone. It's light, refreshing, and if you should happen to ralph it up, you can save it and scrub floors!

Finally made it home, where ironically, I had a couple of Riggwelters. (You have to scroll down a little to find the description.) A delicious, dark, Yorkshire ale. I say ironically, because of the name. Riggwelter: from the Old Norse; rygg - back, and velte - to overturn. When a sheep is on it's back and cannot get up without help, local dales dialect says it's rigged, or riggwelted. Of course, on this side of the pond, one would say that it is Harveyed. But I'm drifting.

As I mentioned in the post below, I ended up falling out of my chair while trying to type and read. Wish I could see some video of me... I know I was laughing my ass off over some of my comments. Which today look stupid as hell. Fairly usual, I might say. Anyway, got laughing so hard, I hit the floor. However, I was able to regain an upright position without any help.

Today, I have to tell you that I feel cheated. For I have not a bit of a hangover. All that work, and no suffering... how lucky can I get!

It was a great time, and I'm looking forward to the next one!

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Morning

It's seven thirty... time to rise and shine. Or in my case, go back to bed. Not hurting... yet. I do feel as if I were using a coniferous branch to brush my teeth, though.

The blogcrawl thingie seems to have worked out fairly decently. Although, I never made it all the way through my blogroll, and I really wanted to. Fell out of my rickety frickin' chair, took that as a sign, and hit the hay. That was gettin' a bit late... not as late as Sissy, Morrigan, Napster, and Spurs. Or even Bloodspite. But pretty damned close.

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Gin

Blame Eric for this stupidity. 130 d9lloats worth of gin an tibucs,,, gegegeg,,,

He amy be a bro, but h'es the dude who talked me into trinkin gin.... christmast treee squwwwzuings.

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July 30, 2005

Time 3:30... It begins

"Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging; and whosever is deceived thereby is not wise."
Proverbs 20:1

Heheh... screw it. I'm getting a head start. Let the wisdom flow!

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The Challenge

Mark at Witnit has this week's 25 Word Challenge up.

Go play.

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Today...

4 o'clock. Fritz's Wooden Nickel, Stillman Valley, Il.

I shall be there wearing the Blackfive shirt, prepping for the Blogcrawl. 'Course, if you are looking to off me, I'll actually be the guy next to the one in the B5 shirt.

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July 29, 2005

Nature's Best

Driving home this evening, I passed through an area that is teeming with deer. I wasn't to be disappointed. As I pulled over a rise, I saw two small figures in the road. At first glance, I thought that they may be coyotes. But as I approached, I saw that they were fawns. Cute little buggers.

One thing I love about hunting, is that you get to watch nature up close. If you're still, wildlife will either not notice you, or ignore you. I love to see the deer especially.

If I had been on foot, there is no way on earth that I could have gotten close enough to enjoy the little ones. In the car, they just watch as you get closer, until they try to bolt.

Another thing I love is fresh venison backstraps.

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Backfire

You may have been wondering what my "Just Checking Something Out" post was all about. Though I'm sure most of you have figured it out, it was a response to this post from Harvey.

In it, he says:

"With a well thought out post, you may raise responses in your readers' heads, but then you cover those points, so there's nothing left to say but "nice post", which is too lame to leave as a comment.

With a two-line throwaway, the responses aren't addressed, so your readers leave them as comments.

The less YOU say, the more you leave for your readers to say."

I figured "bullshit." I'll give you the absolute minimum, and see where you go from there. I didn't expect to get this many comments. It is less than Harvey, but then you start to figuring; as of this moment, he's got 13 comments off of his post, and I've got 10. He gets around 530 hits a day, and I average around 90-95. So that means that Harvey got about 2.5% of his visitors to leave a comment, whereas I had roughly 10.5% of mine leaving comments.

So this actually does prove him correct, as my ratio of comments to visitors on stupid posts far surpassed his. However, I think it has nothing to do with this at all. My readers like me a hell of a lot more than Harvey's like him. And I think Harvey's number of stupid posts far surpasses mine. Heheh.....

Seriously, I think it's pretty true as to the well written posts. Example (one of many): Teresa of Technicalities. Always has well written posts, yet hardly any comments. I sometimes wonder why, but then I realize that I myself haven't left a comment. Hardly seems fair for someone to work so hard, and get no acknowledgement.

Oh, well. I won't complain. As long as you all have fun reading my inane posts, and others' comments, things are cool. It's all about the fun!

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Whoa

I'm pretty sure that someone inserted a railroad spike into the base of my skull, then drove it towards my forehead. It's causing profuse sweating, pulsating pain, and a sensation of eating cotton. Going back to bed.

Can't wait for the Blogcrawl Saturday. Must stock up on pedialyte.

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July 28, 2005

Just Checking Something Out

Beer...

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Another Birthday!

Now that Bou's gone and spilled the beans first, I think I can announce that today is Tammi's Birthday without getting into to much trouble.

Hope you have a great one, Tammi!

Now go on over and wish her a happy birthday!

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Nosy Meme

Got hit with another meme. This one wants folks to list what's on their night stand. Keep in mind a couple of things: I'm a bachelor, and this is an open nightstand.

lamp, qty: one
small fan, qty: one
Western skinning knife, qty: one
Legler hunting knife, qty: one
free drink chips, qty: three
change, qty: roughly four American dollars
wedding invitation, qty: one
carved ebony elephant figurine, qty: one
empty Erdinger bottle, qty: one
"Lost Battalions," by Franz Steidl
"William Wallace," by D. J. Gray
"Song of Susannah," by Stephen King
"Mathematics for the Million"
"The Journals of Eleanor Druse," by "Eleanor Druse"
"Sackett's Land," by Louis L'Amour
"Kilkenny," by Louis L'Amour
jar of silver dollars and half dollars, qty: ?

If I were to own a gun or few, I might say that any attempts to snoop around my nightstand may result in a S&W 6906 or SW9V being discharged in your direction. However, I wouldn't keep them on the nightstand...again, that's to say if I owned one. This is Illinois, America's Cuba.

I was going to pass it on, but I see it's already taking off. So if you want to do it, either do it in the comments, or let me know when you've done it on your blog, and I'll link to ya.

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Quick Post

Not much time to post, but I've gotta say, going through some of the headlines today had me busting up. Some were because of the picture I formed after reading it, and a couple were just the headline itself. Here's a couple, maybe a few.

Rabid Kitten Found, 19 People Treated: I've told you, cats are evil... even those "cute" little kittens.

Goose Poop and What to Do About It: Headline only. Nothing said about free Christmas geese.

Kenyan Waits For Bill Clinton's Answer On An Offer of 40 goats, 20 Cows To Marry Daughter: I'm wonderin' if Willie hasn't responded because he thought the offer was for Chelsea to marry the animals. Dowry, Bill. Not a sex farm.

And speaking of farms; Cows Put In A Bubble To Measure Emissions: Bet you can't guess which state this is in.

ANOTHER ONE: OJ Simpson Slammed For Sattellite TV Swiping: I'm not sure why they make a big deal out of this... as long as he's busy doing petty things like this, he's not killing anyone.

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July 27, 2005

Raging Mom

Read this post yesterday, and while I agree with her, I couldn't help but grin. She had some incredibly nice things to say about Fonda, Jane.

Raging Mom, of The Splatter Zone... it fits. Check her out.

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It's All About The Chair

Funny how it works... you get an idea on something to blog about, sit down at the computer, and go blank. Another great idea, potentially world changing, is gone. Never to be seen again. You suffer, and know that the world is also going to suffer from lack of your brilliance. Fortunately for them, they'll never know... at least not until someone blogs about it.

I'm thinking in my case, it's the chair. My desk chair is dead, and it knows it. However, it hasn't broken and fallen over, yet, so I try to milk another week's service from it. I may be stifling my creativity.

Over the weekend, I sat in an ambassador's chair. Immediately, ideas poured into my head, and I heard angelic hosts singing. I stood up, and they were gone. I now know how the man writes so well. The Chair.

I'm thinking I should get me a cathedra. I may have to lift it from a church, but imagine the posts that it may inspire!

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July 26, 2005

When Jello Goes Bad

Sissy wants to know if jello goes bad.

Yes. Yes, it does.

Beware the bad jello.

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Cicadas' Song

When it came time to head back home Sunday morning, I was serenaded by cicadas. I don't know, but I think it was a barbershop quartet. Anyway, I've had this song from Clutch (off of The Elephant Riders) running through my head for the last couple of days. 'Specially this part:

"...ain't ever seen it, but I have heard it.
Sounds like the millstones when they are turning,
but every moment getting louder and louder,
and then there is silence,
and the smell of flowers."

Damn, I wish I could play it for you. But I am working on that.

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Runnin' For The Hills

After careful consideration of all of the suggestions on how to dispose of "evidence," I realized that most of you are a little touched... and that's okay. As a matter of fact, that's very good! You are all great muses.

I had originally thought to tell you a great tale. A tale of a hypothetical blogger in need of evidence disposal, and his journey to get rid of incriminating "snapping turtle bait." His run to the Blogoshere Embassy and the Ambassador of the Blogoshere, seeking asylum. But alas, I'm not going to do it.

Instead, I'll tell you that my trip down to Eric's was a blast. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there were no knifin's, slicin's, or beatings. Not a single sippie cup. It was a very relaxing trip, and we got to visit a hell of a lot. It may or may not have been evident in my blogging, but I was in need of a vacation... short though it was.

My first day, I think I startled Eric when I called him from Knoxville. I managed to arrive somewhere around 1:30-2:00, after I napped. Hey, I'm not Superman... a man's gotta rest at least once a month. Once I got there, I promptly drained his stash of Shiner Bock. Good, good stuff. We hung out talking, and I watched as he shared the secrets of his "spaghetti sauce." Spaghetti sauce, my ass. That stuff is way too intricate to call spaghetti sauce! I'd share with you, but then I would have to off all who read this... and that's alot of miles to run. So until he offers to share, you folks are out of luck.

That evening we watched Zulu. First time ever seeing that movie, while I had heard of it. Damn good flick... seriously. I loved the defense of the poor bastards stuck at the post. I will say though, were I ever to see Jack Hawkins' character, first I would have to fight the urge to run away screaming... he died in '73. Then I would attempt to dot his frickin' eye... this character screams, "Beat the everlovin' piss out of me, because you're all going to die!" Anyway, we ended up having a discussion about the movie and tactics... cool.

Next day, we ran up to the mountains. His wife had the day off, and went with us. Damn good time, once again. A little bit of teasing and pokin' fun. Drove the Cherohala Skyway, or rather, part of it. Then we headed up to the mountains. Got chow at a little bistro on the way back, where Eric had a bowl of $8 soup... and I'll someday have a pic to prove it. Damn good soup... even if it was a variation of P-r-ogresso! (Inside joke)

One thing... Eric almost dumped me into the river. Not as if he'd pushed me, or anything like that. As you know, I have a severe opposition to snakes. I was walking down to the river, keeping my eye on the rocks, when I jumped. As I jumped, Eric says, "Watch out for snakes!" 'Course, me being a huge chicken, once I heard "snake," my imagination told me that he yelled, "Watch out for the snakes." As I landed, my legs turned to jello, and I about bit it.

Got back, and proceded to spend the hours drinking, talking, and laughing well into the next morning. A great time.

This isn't the first time I've met the man... back in March, I was privileged to meet him. But this was a great time to sit and visit.... I really didn't want to do much other than kick back, relax, and bullshit. And the man delivered.

I've got to tell you right now, it was one of the best weekends I've had in a long while. And getting to know Eric and his wife a little better was a great way to spend it. I must tell you, should you ever have a problem with the man and/or his wife, tell me immediately, and I shall promptly dot your eye. You'll be hard pressed to meet people like them.

Eric, I owe you big time... thanks again, Bro! When I get the chance to reciprocate, believe me, I will.

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July 24, 2005

Return Of That 1 Guy

Well, I'm back. I've returned safely, soundly, and friggin' sweatingly. No relief all the way back... major dehydration going on right now. And yes, I blame the heat, and not the 1 or 2 gin and tonics disposed of last evening. Okay, maybe there were a couple more, but still. I blame the heat.

Was really hoping to do up a proper post tonight, letting you know how things went while I visited with the Ambassador Of the Blogosphere. But I'm fried. I want to do the man justice.

I'll try to post first thing in the morning.

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July 21, 2005

Hypothetical Question #5,328

I think we've all felt the urge to throttle someone at one time or another. If opportunity offered, would you do it? And say that you chose to answer in the affirmative, how would you dispose of ... uh.... "evidence?

Again, purely hypothetical. Heheh....

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July 20, 2005

Damn...

Cardinal Corey Taylor:"This is the year where hope fails you...
The test subjects run the experiments.
And the bastard you know, is the hero you hate.
But cohesing is possible if we try
Theres no reason, theres no lesson
No time like the present, tell me right now...
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul...who's with us?!"

From the book of St. Joseph , chapter 6, verse 66: "Yea, I say unto thee, if a friend shall ask of thee, 'Drink, my brother, for I am in pain,' ye shall drink. And if he shall ask of you to partake in Jack's (of the family Daniels) whiskey, you shall say unto him, 'Brother, your pain is my pain, and your drink, mine.' And ye shall partake.

67: For a brother's pain is a great burden to bear alone, but is a joy unto thyself when shared. Strong drink shall increase thine wisdom, and alleviate the suffering of fools.

Sounded pretty good, huh? Well I lost it. I had a great post all worked up, and it's vanished. My sides hurt, but there's no longer anything to laugh at.

All I remember is that I was going to piss off a few, and probably draw a cult following to me with the remainder, but it is not to be. A pity too, because I'm sure most of you would have loved it, left hundreds of comments, and devoted your lives to following me.

I've got to get me one of them "talky into thingies" that save your voice.

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Made Me Chuckle

Saw this gif (or whatever it's called) over at SilentWarrior's place, Ramblings of an Ordinary.

Take away the actual typing part at the beginning, and go straight to the end... you've got me. Trying to post.

Check it out.

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Tired

Once, Christmas Day, I awoke to a furious pounding on the wall or door. I got up to check it out, and found nothing... nobody. After taking care of the usual proceedings following a wake up, I went back to bed.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep again, I heard a loud SNAP. I looked around without getting out of bed, and turned my back to the room. I soon heard soft footsteps moving swiftly across the room and stopping by the bed. Immediately after they stopped, I felt an ice cold hand pushing on my hip, as if trying to shake me awake. No worries there... I was wide awake. And scared to death. Being the brave soul that I am, I remained in the same position. I don't think I could have moved if I had felt the urge.

After a few seconds pause, the footsteps retreated. I strained to hear the door being used. A couple of minutes later, I got up and checked things out.

Deadbolt? Still locked.

Hip? Still cold.

Last night, I heard that same frickin' SNAP about four times. I got up right away, and still discovered nothing out of the ordinary. But I didn't turn my back on the room this time.

I wasn't scared so much as very uneasy. Hard to sleep like that.

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July 19, 2005

Death of an Artist

I'm a little creeped right now. I just found out today that I have killed an artist... no, dozens of artists. And the saddest thing of all is that I meant to kill them. I just didn't realize at the time that their elegant little creations were indeed masterpieces. Unfortunately, I saw their works, and the only interpetation I came up with, was that I was supposed to be angry.

I've poisoned some, beat others, even broke a few necks when I offered food and drink to them. Perhaps the most violent death I've ever seen of an artist was when my brother got one to stick his tongue against cold metal, and then proceded to beat him to death against the studs of a structure... while still keeping control of his tongue.

Today, I wrestle with guilt. After reading this article, I realize that I am a murderer. All the uncontrollable wrath I've felt after seeing "exhibitions" on display, and the vengeance I've wreaked soon after. Not only at the farm, but here in town, too. I should probably turn myself in.

I'll probably never know what demarcates an artist from a pest. But I still believe that rodents chewing things up need to be exterminated. I've done it before, and I'll do it yet again.

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Tepid...

a word that shouldn't be used in the company of "friends."

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What's In Your Past Life?

Found this over at Rev. Lick's and figured I had to post it. Not so much my past life, but the results I got when I put Harvey's name in. Although, I'm pretty sure that both TNT and Contagion will have something to say about mine:

That 1 Guy was
a Rich Serial Killer
in a past life.

Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me

Here was Harv's*:

Harvey was
a Miserly Fecal Artist
in a past life.

Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me

This may explain his penchant for money art, and his ability to spread bullshit.

*I may have edited it a bit.

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No Time To Post

I wish I had a bit more for time. I was going to post about going to the Brewer game, and how it was a pretty good game. About the ground rule double that was hit into the seats just below us, but ended up getting flung just shy of where we were sitting.

I was going to tell you about how, upon attempting to leave Miller Park, we were diverted into Milwaukee. And how, while traffic was slowly crawling towards a work zone, we heard a roar, looked out the window to our right, and saw four of the Blue Angels whipping by... seriously. I was also going to tell you about how we got to watch some of the air show while inching towards I-43 south, quite a bit in fact.

I had been hoping to give you a quick review of Young's Old Nick, just to let you know how good it is. And to mention that you definitely won't want to drink too many in one sitting... while good, it's nice and heavy. One or two is plenty good.

I had planned on posting about how incredibly busy I was yesterday, not getting home until a shade before 11. About the adventures of moving a fifty-way too many inch TV.

I also wanted to point out that in the comments to this post of mine, about the Turbo Tap, the inventor's brother stopped by, and helped to ease some of my concerns... he even said that it will pour a perfect Guinness. Nothing said about me getting a free couple of beers to sample... heheh.... I had wanted to point out that that is precisely why I didn't rip on them, because I hadn't sampled the product. To thank Andy for stopping by, and to express my regret at being a cheap bastard, and not having the deluxe Haloscan commenting, so that I could e-mail him back.

But I haven't the time. You people will just have to wait.

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July 18, 2005

Tewo More

Cancerousd birthdayws abound! Today isd Phin'x 30th birthday, and tomorro2w ias saarahk'd nexzt.

Happy Birthday, you tqwo!

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Hypothetical Medical Quesdtion

Um... yet another "hypothetical" q2uewstion:

eSay that you 3were sdharpening a knife, and wehile honing the blade, you managed to make a nice incisdion through a finger... let'sd juwt sday your ring finger on your left hand. The bleeding hax sdtopped, but the finger juet saeemd to flop around a bit too much. You decide that it'ds probably a xsdmart thing to do sxdomething more... what type bandage ewould you usae? WSponge Bob, or Po32wer Rangerx? And do you week further axsisdtance?

Hypothetically, an immediate anw3der 2ould be appreciated.

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July 17, 2005

Out

Beer, brats, baseball... Nationals vs. Brewers. There go I. I'll see ya when I get back.

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Birthday

Hey... it's Sissy's birthday! Stop by and bug her. May as well wish her Happy Birthday while you're there, too!

Hope ya have a very Happy Birthday, Sissy!

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July 16, 2005

B-Day Wishes

It's Ktreva's (the lovely wife of Contagion) birthday today. Usually a total ass, he's gone and written something very nice. Go on over, check it out, and wish her a Happy Birthday!

BTW... another birthday on the way tomorrow!

Another... belated: Yesterday was Laughing Wolf's birthday, at least according to Tammi, who gains info from little birds. Thanks for the heads up, Tammi!

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Improvement?

We're all familiar with the old saying: Build a better beer tap, and the drunks will beat a path to your door.

Well, a better tap has been built by one M. Younkle.

The TurboTap, in use at Wrigley Field and two other sports stadiums, pours beer faster, better and more efficiently than traditional taps, says Younkle, whose company, Laminar Technologies Inc., is making a push to expand its markets...

The TurboTap addresses two issues: slow pour time and beer sales running down the drain as excess foam. Under the proper conditions, TurboTap can fill a glass in 2 seconds and a pitcher in 8. And it can add six extra servings and more profit per keg by controlling the foam...

Almost sounds like a good thing. But I'm not so sure.

I'd like to taste this beer. And yes, Virginia, I know it's not for just one type or brand of beer. But part of enjoying a beer comes from the foam. Sure, you don't want a huge excess, but the head (foam) adds to the flavor. The sense of taste is assisted by the sense of smell, and this foam stuff transfers the smell to you... effervescence.

Granted, I'm probably carrying on for no reason... most of the beers that will be served with these units are not my beer of choice, though I will help to control beer population of almost any type.

Damn, now I've got a craving for a pulled pint of bitter.

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Blackfive: Someone You Should Know

So ya wanna know what Matty O'Blackfive is like? I've often been asked (once) what it was like to meet Blackfive, and I usually refer people to this post. I'll admit, finally, that he's not quite like that... he's not really that quiet. Oh, you've still got to prod him to get him to speak, but he ain't that shy.

For those that would like to see what he looks like, he's posted a picture of himself. He says it's "the doughboy," but if you look closely, you'll notice it's a terrible job of photo shopping. All he did was remove the tactical gear, and insert a baker's hat. Nice try.

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July 15, 2005

Must Sees

Sorry these aren't more detailed, but I'm runnin' short on time.

Lady Christina's got the Latest Take Two up. The stories submitted so far, are kickass. Make sure you check them out!

Blog-niece VW has the latest installment of The Carnival Of Recipes up and running. Check these out, as well.

Fine job, both of you!

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Helpin Out

Harvey has made mention of a family member in need. If you've no clue about what I'm referring to, you didn't click the link. Explanation is there.

I believe strongly in helping family in times of need. This is my effort to help.

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Re-Awakening

Just woke up again, and surveyed the destruction.

Not bad, not bad at all. After quick examination of my "spiritually influenced" posts, I can't quite say they were good, either. I remember laughing my ass off as I typed them... but it appears that I left the true humor out.

Heh... screw it. I had fun, and that's all that counts. You guys got to see just how deep my soul really is.... Still waters run deep, they say. The surface can appear to be glass, and reflect as a mirror.

In my case, once you don your scuba gear and drop in, you discover that it actually is a mirror, and I am but a reflection of all of you. Scary, huh?

I think I may still be a bit inebriated. Just wait until the Blogcrawl on the 30^th... you may have an unsolicited overdose of my... whatever it is.

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Awakening

I love when you tie a good one on, but it can hurt for awhile the next morn. The best thing is waking up still drunk. You know you've gone and done it proper.

I think you need to do this every now and again. Stirs the creative juices... and a couple of other things.

Thank gott I'm not workin' today.

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A New Name

Chicken parmigiana sandwich + mozzarella sticks + Italian beef sandwich + pizza + a case of beer = Stay the hell away from T1G.

Actually, come a little closer... I've got something to share with you. A new moniker...

Call me Gaseous Clay.

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July 14, 2005

Bad position...

Ain't it awkward being stuck in the middle of a lover's quarrel? I usually make a few jokes, and that seems to knock things down, but sometimes...

I just hate being put in that position... 'specially when drunk. I find myself hilarious, and they usually both want to beat the tar out of me. I think of myself as a calming force. Heheheh.....

At least I can get them to agree that I must be silenced.

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Believe It Or Not, A Question

Purely hypothetical question:

Suppose you read a blog, and you see that this guy is always asking hypothetical questions. You can tell that he does this just because he's having a hard time coming up with crap to post (sometimes literally). Do you humor him, and answer, or tell him to bugger off, which may also humor him, and inspire way too many hypothetical questions?

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Just Cuz

Bloodspite mentioned it first. (That I noticed.) Next, Harvey. So I know that this is making the rounds. Informative video, this is.

Why post it now? Two reasons:
1. For the millions of people (see sitemeter) that insist on reading my blog, and my blog alone.
2. The most obvious... earworm.

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July 13, 2005

Juvenile Joe

I left a comment over at Éric's regarding his meeting with Bou. I said that when/if I ever get to meet her, she probably will keep the boys away. Her comments to this post, and this one, come immediately to mind. And I'm proud. So here's a quick story, just for her.

I just got back to my work area after using the resting room, and one of my co-workers walks up, looking at me with the "I'm doing so good at golf, now, that I just have to tell you great my game is getting to be" look. As he's walking up, I puffed out my chest, hiked up my pants, and before he could say anything, I told him, "I just made poop come out of my butt." Heheh.... he shook his head and said something about never knowing where the hell I come from. I think he stared at me for a full twenty seconds before he got that out.

But I didn't have to listen to a golf story!

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How's This Work?

Another question, brought up after reading this:

The poll shows 32% of all adults say they believe that "ghosts/spirits of dead people can come back," while 48% do not, and 19% are unsure.
Even more Americans believe that houses can be haunted, with 37% holding that position, 46% saying no, and 16% not sure.

Uh... more people believe in hauntings than in ghosts. What's haunting these houses, if not ghosts? And don't try "spirits," either. That's still under the "ghost deal."

Which reminds me, Eric...

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Cool? Or no?

Read this story about a man making money off of magnets inspired by a strange crime. Some are finding it humorous, while others are appalled. Myself, right about the time that I find it appalling, I start laughing.

What say you?

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July 12, 2005

DVDs

Just out of curiosity...

Have you bought any DVDs lately?

How many of those DVDs have been purchased for your children?

Do you, in fact, only purchase DVDs for your little ones?

There was a point to this, but I can't remember what it was. Answer me, if you will, and perhaps I'll remember. The only thing I remember at this point, is Dreamworks. Something about doing not so good.

A bar discussion.

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Sidebar

You may have noticed the addition of a Tube sign on my sidebar. This is courtesy of my friend Laughing Wolf. If you'd like the same, go check out this post.

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Crying Sky

This morning, as I look out my window, I see a sight that has me puzzled. There is water on the ground. It seems faintly familiar... I think it's happened before.

As I watch, I see droplets falling from the sky. So that's where it's coming from! Stevie Ray had a song that mentioned it once... I realize the sky is truly crying.

Perhaps it's mourning about the "drought" thing that everyone's talking about. Seeing the crops withering is a sad sight indeed. But if I have to mow my yard after this, it's definitely going to have something to cry about!

Update: I feel so stupid. I was informed that the sky is not crying, but indeed releasing P R E C I P I T A T I O N. Also referred to as rain. I remember hearing about this stuff once, and was beginning to think it was extinct. In parts of the world, and even in the Pacific Northwest region of this here country, there are forests of these rains.

Farmers used to say that they were hoping for rain to save the crops, but when I talked to some today, they no longer want the rain. Their crops are beyond help. Now, they want hail. How fickle.

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An Eternal Mystery

Womens... I love 'em. Beautiful, mysterious, and sometimes plain old terrifying. I know that I'll never have them figured out, but I love 'em nonetheless. They are pleasing to the eyes. Lovely works of art. And at times, funny as hell to watch.

I stopped into the gas station on my way to work. If one of the women that work there is behind the counter, a cool reception is a guarantee. Don't know why, it's just a fact. Two of them are there. While I'm at the counter getting rung up, I hear behind me "Hey Joe! How are you?!" I turn around, and it's one of the girls that bus tables at the bar. Good looking girl, large... uh.... (underage, underage, underage!!!). I talk with her for just a second, and when I turn around, I could feel the chill in the air.

I don't know what that was all about, but if I hadn't been chuckling at the pissed off looks, I may have been puzzled. Heheh... just found it amusing.

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Weekend

This weekend was loaded. Informative, fun, busy. Lots of running back and forth.

Saturday, of course was the reunion. Me being the social giant, and ever talkative, I tried to maintain a quiet facade. I did quite well, thank you. I don't usually talk with more than five to seven people, but I really do have a good time. This year, I decided that I would see if there were perhaps any bloggers in the bunch. So I wore the old Blackfive T-shirt, hoping to bait them. No bites. Damn.

Being a very German family, you would think that you could count on beer, brats, sauerkraut, and German potato salad, wouldn't you? Nope. Not. A. Single. Bowl. Or. Crock. Of. Potato. Salad. Anywhere. None. I was devastated... I'd been craving the stuff all week, and I was denied. I started mumbling.

Mumbling to myself seemed to draw people closer. Conversations began, and I learned a few interesting things about my family. Very interesting. I thought I had some very important clues, but in the end, I'm still just as confused as ever.

Last year was an important anniversary, reunion-wise. Huge crowd... people from all over. And I noticed as they were all visiting and eating, one very obvious thing: there were quite a few folks with mental handicaps. I truly felt at home.

This year, I discovered that there is indeed an explanation for this... and you may have guessed. One limb on the family tree doesn't really branch out much. At least not until the last few generations. And luckily, it's not my branch. Well, I guess it's lucky. Now I don't have any type of explanation for why I am as I am.

Sunday, we celebrated my birthday. Just a cookout at my sister's place. That's all I ever really want. The nephews and niece get to play and run through the sprinkler, and there's no hurry to leave a restaurant.

I've said it before, and I'm sure to say it again, but damn the kids in our family are cute! I was playing with The Perfect One's little boy, who's 15 months, and thinks he's hot stuff (just like his dad), and the little guy had me rolling! Felt good to laugh about kids goofing around. My sister's boys and cousin's kid's (I call them nephews and niece... they may as well be) were playing outside in the sprinkler. Just fun to watch.

Another good thing... I got my frickin' potato salad. And it was abso-frickin-lutely delicious. Mom rules!

Anyway, a few people announced my birthday Saturday. I love to celebrate other people's birthdays, but don't usually make much deal of mine. Hell, usually I'm gone on a trip! But it was very cool to come home and see all the birthday wishes left in the comments of this post. I almost felt bad that I didn't announce it myself, and let you guys tear the place up! It was very cool, and totally unexpected. So, here's what I do in return: To all of you who commented and linked my birthday, I gift you with gratuitous linkage in reciprocation. I hope I haven't missed anyone, and if I did, oh well. Heheheheh.......

Thanks again!

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July 11, 2005

Carnival of Recipes, Look Out

I'm looking forward to trying out a few new ideas. I was gifted with "Cooking With Beer", and some of the recipes look damn good. It's just a shame that the beer has to perish in such a way.

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T1G: Braggart

I don't have a "love me" wall. Not that I've got anything against them, but between the fact that I don't really have the room for it, and I'm not that gung-ho about hyping myself, there's no hurry to add one to my blogroom. I've got a photo from boot camp (3^rd Bn, I Co.), MCT (Marine Combat Training) Hotel Co., and one from ITB (Infantry Training Battalion), Delta Co. That's it.

I've got the usual certificates and letters that many a serviceman has. Meritorious masts, letters of appreciation, promotions, certificates from schools....They just have been sitting at my mother's house, in safe keeping. She gave them to me today. I've been reading them.

It's funny, but some of the things I'm most proud of, while in the Marines, are not in this stack. One is. But my pro/con marks aren't there. Being put in for a Navy Achievement Medal (now known as Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal) is missing. I never did get awarded that... some bullshit excuse. But I'm proud of the mention. They may not be on the stack of paper that rests here, but they are in my heart. And, of course, somewhere, they're in my Service Record Book.

I look at the one. The one certificate that I'm very proud of. And it's not so much what I did to get it, it's what was said and done after I graduated from that class. Still makes me stick out my chest with pride. It wasn't that I graduated at the top of the class. I strive to make that commonplace. As a matter of fact, technically I wasn't honor man graduating from Advanced Mortar Gunnery Course. A 1^st LT was. Not many percentage points apart, but he was top man. Until he asked them to ignore his place, and award it to enlisted men.

See, it's traditional for the top three Marines that graduate from a course to receive promotions. I think it may be in any branch. One of the top four was from this lewie's battalion. With him stepping out, it enabled this Marine to be eligible for a promotion to Corporal. This guy wasn't even in his company... I thought it extremely cool. His stepping out also made me number one man.

I got back to my unit after grajimakashun, and the XO, who was also my platoon commander was stoked about my "Honor Graduate" status. CO was just as happy, and told me to take the rest of the day off... an hour. I wasn't upset too badly, as I thought for sure a promotion was on the way. It wasn't.

A week later, I run into the lewie, and he tells me of how both the other Marines in the top three got their bloodstripes. Then he asked me why I didn't have a new stripe. I told him that I wasn't sure why I didn't have it, but I did get the rest of the day off. I was just proud of how I finished.

I won't say he ripped on my CO... he didn't. I found out then that my XO had come up with him, and they were pretty good friends. But he started in saying that I really deserved the promotion and going on telling me about how impressed he had been with my attitude and knowledge as we went through the course. I can't say that I believed everything he said, but my cover (hat) no longer fit properly by the time he was through. He wished me well, and was on his way.

I never did find out why I didn't get the promotion. My XO talked to me once, and let me know how happy he was with my schooling, and my status in the class. He had gotten a low down from his fellow officer while I was in school, and was very happy that I was representing our battalion. After hearing that, the promotion would have been nice, but I think I got more personally from these two officers. Who knows? It may have been bull to assuage me, and if so, it worked. But I don't think so.

Hmmmm.... I don't even really know what the purpose of this post was... hope you didn't stop doing anything important to read it. :)

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July 10, 2005

My Nephew?

Possibly NSFW depending on how AR your company is...

So far as I know, there aren't any T1G'lets running around, so when I found this little dude, I started wondering if perhaps the little one is my nephew. I mean, there is a little bit of a resemblance.

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July 09, 2005

Take Two, Part IV

Once again, the lovely, Fiesty one, Christina, has the latest Take Two up and running. Be sure to check them out.

I've only gotten to read El Capitan's take, which can be found right here. Someone mentioned Kipling in his comments... my very thought as I was reading. Very cool story!

I will post links to the others this evening or tomorrow morning, after I get a chance to read them!

Enjoy!

The rest: Tanya delivers her take, while Alexandrine relays her "Dream".

I enjoyed both of these stories... make sure you check them out!

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Family

With any luck, yesterday's intro to the weekend was just a feint, and no uppercut will follow. Hell, even getting the two tickets wasn't that bad... the cop and I were joking. It was one of those roadside safety checks. About the funniest part was my unctuous retrieval of my insurance card... that wasn't there. I already knew that I was probably going to get a ticket for failure to have a driver's license on me. (I never carry a wallet.) But I was kinda smug after he asked for the card. "Ha ha, Mr. Serve and Protect," I'm thinking to myself, "I may even get away with just a warning once you see my insurance card, which is. right. here..... ah, crap."

As I said though, it wasn't there. Thank gott I had an old card in the glove compartment. It served as my form of ID. No huge deal other than inconvenience. Court date is middle of the week, 9 am. I start work at 8. Ah well, that will learn me.

Anyway, today I get to drive up to Pittsville, WI, for a family reunion. I'm chauffeuring my grandma and ma up. Should be a good time... just not looking forward to the 3 hour drive each way. Not that it's really that long. But it is quite a long stretch to go without my tunes!

Reunions can be boring at times, but it's very cool to watch some of these people that you've never met, and see that there are many who share both physical and character traits, and personalities, with the family members that you do know. When I met my grandfather's family for the first time, a few years back, it was funny, because there were whole families that almost mirrored those we knew!

So that's the plan for the day. May post later, once I get back. You all have a good day, and a great weekend! Peace out...

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July 08, 2005

It's The Weekend...

Let's celebrate! I am now the proud owner of two sheets of yellow paper, each with an officer's autograph, and a special court date! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!! Grab a beer or twelve, and do'er up right! This one's to you, Mr. County Mountie. Cheers!

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Flying?

Flying anywhere? This is the flight crew that you want on your trip.

HT to cuz C.

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July 07, 2005

The Voice

It's always been there. Demon, friend or conscience? I'm never truly sure. Quietly making suggestions... sometimes wise, other times inane, every now and again totally idiotic.

Almost four years ago, it became a scream. In time, it's faded, ignored and pushed aside by me.

Today it's become a bitter bark.

Posting is going to continue, but it may be lame. I've got some thinking to do.

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Just Taking Up Time...

So this evening was spent in the company of friends. Many that you know. Harvey and his incredibly lovely wife, TNT, the ever elusive Matty O'Blackfive, three beautiful women, (Anathematized, Tammi, and Teresa), blog pop Grau, Little Joe, and some other guy who said he knew me... uh.... that's right, Contagion.

It was a damn good time, and believe it or not, I acutally spoke. Once. Getting together with these folks really does feel like gettin' together with family, only you don't have to try to keep a straight face when Grandma starts dropping ass. In this case, that would be Harvey, and he's just talking. :)

In case you didn't know, Contagion has adopted an Army unit in the name of the Bad Example Family. Stop by and help out, if you can. Now. Heheh.... No seriously.

One other thing. Anathematized said something about whenenver she posted about her breasts, no one commented. Somehow, it came around that if I should post about my breasts, I would get more comments. I disagree. What say you?

Anyway, it was a great evening, and I'm looking forward to the next get together. Good seeing you all, and for those of you who've yet to meet a fellow blogger, do it. More than likely, you'll be glad as hell that you did.

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Chest

I told everyone that I was going to run home and blog about my breasts... well, this is as good as it gets. I'll show the bastards to ya!

Nope, drinkin haven't been I.

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July 06, 2005

Tell Us More...

Just sittin' here grinning, thinkin'....

I read this post over at my friend Eric's, and now I'm dying to hear the rest of this story.

I've had some strange experiences while living in this place, that had cleared up any doubts I may have had about "others." The milk incident is just one. One of the strangest, but there are more. When I have more time, I'll tell about them. I got away from what I was thinking about.

Anyway, after reading this post, and a few of the comments, I just started picturing Eric, sitting out in the blogosphere woods, propped up on an old stump. Surrounding him are all the critters of the blogosphere... just waiting for him to relate a story. Posts like this are going to keep us critters hangin' around. Always wanting more. He is a master story teller. And now, we know he is a master baiter.

And I mean that as a high compliment, bro.

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What A Wakeup

I hate when things like this happen to me.

...the 54-year-old man had been the victim of a bizarre car theft which saw him driven around, while passed out drunk in the trunk of his Ford, by a car thief who was himself inebriated and high on marijuana...

Sucks to wake up like that. Not that I would know.

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Another Question

A friend comes over. He's not one to check himself out in a mirror more than to comb his hair.

You notice that he's either starting to grow an evil twin out of the side of his head, or he's got one hell of a nasty zit going. Huge whitehead. You know he's about to go out running errands.

Do you tell him?

Why ask? Uh... no special reason. Other than embarassment.

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July 05, 2005

Who Needs Drugs?

So damned tired today. At work, everything seemed so surreal. Day took forever to end, yet, I don't remember much of what went on, other than fighting to stay awake.

That, and the cartoons racing through my head. It was the visual equivalent of a 33rpm LP being played at 78 speed. There was music going full blast, too. Ministry and Slayer.

At one point, I swear Daffy Duck was running around my machine. I was tempted to ask him if he was really there, but if he was, that would have meant that Porky was, too. And I don't really care for him. The bastard just sat there and stuttered while I got the shit pinched out of my finger. Thank gott the cylinders are pneumatic, and not hydraulic... I'd be minus a 1 q a z.

Think I'm going to hit the hay. Concert review tomorrow. Maybe.

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Ethical Question

A purely hypothetical situation.

Suppose you own something and decide to sell. Long ago, you told someone that they have the first shot at it should you ever get rid of it. They offer you a thousand dollars, and you accept. Along comes someone else, and they offer two thousand dollars. What would you do? And does your answer change should the values be one million and two million dollars?

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July 04, 2005

Tire Iron Day

Not only is today Indepence Day, but in Velociworld, it's also Tire Iron Day.From pervs practically exposing themselves to his daughter, to spammers, and county commisioners, all are going to feel his wrath and tire iron if he gets the chance. Smack 'em a few times for me, V-Man. Especially the creep in the store.

Tire iron... tool, culling device, and educational mechanism. Ranks right up there with baseball bats.

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Some Kind Of Meme

Once again, I have been too damn slow to dodge yet another bullet. This one fired at me from Bloodspite. I thought that he liked me, but I must have pissed him off or something, because he took great delight in tagging me. Anyway, without further ado, here is "The Meme With No Name." (Crap, I just realized I ruined that.)

What I was doing ten years ago:
I had been out of the Corps for a year, and was back to working for the now defunct Beloit Corporation. Building paper making machinery, and travelling to paper mills nationwide for repairs and new installs. I was also eating and drinking, but I hadn't done anything with Mary.

...5 years ago:
Beloit went bankrupt and closed... got new job a current employer. Personally, this was a rough time. Times were incredibly tight, but I was making do. Moved later in the year when I got tired of hearing "odd couplings" through paper thin walls. Something about hearing two dudes going at it makes me feel nauseous.

...1 year ago:
This time last year? I spent 4 weeks in LeRoy Illinois setting up Nokia GSM cell sites for AT&T. Oops... my bad. That was what Bloodspite was doing. I was about to take my vacation to Colorado and Utah. On the bike. What a great trip....

...Yesterday:
Rode up to my brother's place, and visited with him for quite awhile while watching my nephew playing/fidgeting/whining/playing/throwing tantrums/playing/grinning like an idiot. Part of the inspiration for this post.

Rode around enough to get a touch of sunburn, then went to Tammi's for dinner. Nice visit around watching movies.

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Beer
2. Dark Chocolate
3. Beer and dark chocolate
4. Beer
5. Beer

5 songs I know all the words to:
I don't think this is fair... I'm a music guy, not a lyric guy.
1. Happy Birthday
2. Happy Birthday (Industrial Mix)
3. Happy Birthday (featuring T1G mix)
4. Happy Birthday (Country Mix, featuring Snoop Dogg)
5. Happy Birthday (mental strain mix)

5 Things I would do with $100 million:
1. Point and laugh at all of you.
2. Buy up a large tract of land, and build a castle.
3. Rebuild the castle after it sank into the swamp.
4. Rebuild the castle after it burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp.
5. Probably throw a small party to celebrate the new castle. You would all be invited. But only if I won. And kept my word.

5 locations I would like to runaway to:
1. Montana
2. The Yorkshire Moors
3. Cumbria
4. Mountains... anywhere
5. Scotland

5 bad habits I have:

1. Thinking
2. Worrying about the small things
3. Swearin' too f#%*in' much
4. Putting myself down, although it can be funny.
5. Procrastinating

5 things I like doing:

1. Listening to music
2. Reading
3. Playing my guitar
4. Getting on someone's last nerve.
5. Being outside... hunting, hiking, whatever.

5 things I would never wear:
1. A beer helmet.
2. Underwear on my head
3. Rubber pants on my head.
4. A thong.
5. A Packers jersey.

Okay, okay, so there' s two I haven't worn. But I guarantee that I won't wear them... unless they're on my head.

5 TV shows I like:
Don't watch much TV, but these are the choices if I do.
1: Loony Tunes cartoons
2. History Channel
3. Discovery Channel
4. Anything to do with horror, or haunting
5. Whatever show may currently feature Jennifer Anniston.

5 Biggest joys of the moment:
1. Jamming on the newest Ministry album.
2. Enjoying the dry air, courtesy of two overworked window airconditioners, and one nearly dead fan.
3. Content in knowing that I have nothing that has to be done today... right now... or else.
4. Just got back from visiting with my cousins.
5. Uh...

5 Favorite toys:
If you insist...
1. Etch-a-sketch
2. Keys
3. Legos

4. My pull along Kitty and Doggy. I make them fight, and the dog always smashes the bejeesus out of the cat.
5. My Big Wheel

And for real...
1. My Harley
2. My SRV model Fender Strat.
3. My computer
4. My Custom Shop Ultra Strat
5. My Gibson Les Paul Studio

5 Next victims:
Targets will be emailed, and displayed as hits are confirmed.

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Judging Tammi

Tammi had a little "chat" with her neighbor's sister the other day. She was stunned after the woman went off on her, and called her "white trash." She posted about judging people by their home or appearance, and I left a comment that made it clear that I would still judge by home and appearance. I wanted to expand on that a little. (BTW, she wasn't whining about being called names. She just thought that people shouldn't be so quick to judge.)

I am simply going to keep doing what I, and the whole world, do. It's human nature. First impressions are everything. The thing that matters, is that while I may form an immediate opinion of someone, I keep my frickin' mouth shut, and allow them the chance to prove me wrong. Slight chance, but I could be wrong. I've been wrong... I think it was only once, but I did learn my lesson. :D

My take on Tammi's encounter was like some others commented: that the woman was trying to get a jab in on her sister. May be wrong, but if I'm not, that's a low blow.

I can't say that I've never called anyone "white trash," or "trailer trash." One of my brothers' good friends lives in a trailer park, and I tease him every chance I get. This guy and his wife are the total opposite of that. As a matter of fact, they are almost too preppy! But this is a financial start for them... live there while saving to build a house. It's a similar situation to others that I know.

I have called plenty of people "idiots," and "morons," and I know I'm right when I do. Just sit listening to them yammer on, just a few barstools away. You quickly learn how to distinguish them.

While judging people may be "wrong," it's going to happen. Just remember to keep your damned pie-hole shut until they've proven your assumptions. Then feel free to hammer on the dumb bastards.

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A Writing Day

Damn is it pouring down here! Rain is just hammering!

I may get caught up on some writing as long as the power doesn't get knocked out!

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Just Wishing You....

a happy fourth of July. Independence Day. Our birthday as a nation. Remember what was given, what was lost, and the knowledge that it was worth it all to our forefathers. Remember as you celebrate... and celebrate hard!

Check out Ronald Reagan's thoughts of what the Fourth meant to him.

Hat tip to David Drake of Mrs. Satan.

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July 03, 2005

Because I do

Have I ever told you all that I've got one of the coolest families out there, and that I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have them?

Well, I do.

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July 01, 2005

Have You Ever...

Drank so much that your teeth feel drunker than you are? Guess what... I did today. I can't hardly feel the bastards.

I'm not so sure that I should have let them drive me home.

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Golf

Golf is a suck ass game. I do like to spend a little bit of time trying to play it, but I hate it nonetheless. I went out today, and out of many strokes, and many throws instead of strokes, I hit one good shot. One frickin' killer drive that would have Tiger fillin' his drawers if I were on the same course as him. "Why don't you hit it like that all of the time," was the question asked. All I could come up with was some crap about trying to keep my mortal appearance intact.

After today, I've figured a couple of things out about golf, and how it appeals to different types of players.

The Pro: Loves to play golf because it allows him to travel the world over, and make mega ching. Where else can you make so frickin much money playing a game, besides baseball, and football, and hockey, and.... hell, it's a game, and you make money. What's not to like about that? Also, there is an added plus in the dating Swedish models department. These guys are happy because they never have to spend their Sundays watching golf on TV.

The Amateur: Loves to play the game because it brings about a sense of achievement. They always concentrate on being good enough to make it to the pros. Golf is a serious game to them, but it can be fun. These guys are happy that they get the chance to watch golf on TV.

The Beginner: Learning this fine game can bring so much happiness. One great shot will keep them happy and willing to play for the whole year. A bad shot, or twenty, doesn't seem to bring them down, as long as they can get par on at least one hole. These guys also love to spend Sunday watching golf, pretending to know all about ~~bludgeon~~ club selection, wind direction, and the slope of each green. Wankers.

The Hacker: Doesn't really give a rip about how well he plays, as long as he can hit a good shot or two. More concerned with the fun he's having, and the people he's golfing with. Beer is his/her Gatorade, and giving his fellow golfers as much hell as he can is his/her relaxation. Carts are crashed, balls run over, balls thrown at each other, and loud catcalls are the order of the day. Wouldn't watch golf on TV unless you paid him professional golfer's wages.

Read these very carefully, and see if you can determine what type of golfer I may be.

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Uh Oh

Saw this headline on Yahoo: "Officials to survey Texas herd for mad cow"

I had a picture jump into my mind, and thought that this could get very ugly. All the hoof pointing and slinging of cow pies... this could damage friendships.

I have a feeling that they will discover many angry cows, but who will be the maddest?

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Take Two, Wide Open

The lovely Christina's got this week's version of Take Two up. Make sure you check it out. (And if you didn't do it yesterday, wish her a belated Happy Birthday!)

This week's scenario:

Two people are seated at a diner in the early hours of the morning. One passes the other an object under the table. Without touching their coffee, first one leaves, then the other. After the parties part ways, the recipient of the object is struck by a vehicle. Someone else retrieves the object...

A friend and co-worker of mine, Eric, wrote one of the stories. Check it out here.

More later, as I get a chance to read... and hell, I may even get one submitted late!

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Ties

How do a crowded football stadium, a broken couch, a thundering herd of buffalo, an ex girlfriend, and a haunted house tie together?

Yeah, what a weird dream.

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