Sunday, July 31, 2005

Know When To Say When

We survived! Sissy, Spurs and I had a great time out last night and had fun reading, posting, and chatting when we finally stumbled back to the homestead :) Thanks to Sissy for being a trooper and hanging with us and thanks to her for all of her wonderful presents she brought (she's the best). We are all moving slow today and speaking very quitely. Once you have passed your twenty's it's hard to snap back the next day after a night of drinking and fun. But, alas, Stella The Cat always wants to have one more shot. One day she'll learn, she's still young. Yes, we slowly pulled away the shot glass from her kung-fu kitty grip early this morning once she passed out.....

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Thanks to everyone for their warm birthday wishes on my previous posts. I had fun while Spurs was away posting for him. And to let you all know what my wonderful husband bought me for my birthday (remember the taunting) it was a beautiful Tag Heuer watch. He is truly the best! Now I will turn the reigns back over to Spurs....

Blog Crawl?

Huh? What the F? No one was in the chat room when we got back from the bar? Huh? WTF? What's wrong with you folks? I know that we are on Central Time but WTF?

Friday, July 29, 2005

I Started Young

It's official. It's my 34th birthday! Yuck :(

I was born today at 3:05 p.m. at St. Mary's Hospital near Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma where my Dad was stationed at the time. I am the youngest of four. Luckily I didn't have to travel around like my siblings did during my Dad's military career. Shortly after I was born he did a second tour in Vietnam where we stayed with my Mom's Aunt in Canada. After that we landed in Georgia at Dobbins AFB and stayed there. Both of my brother's were born in Germany and my sister was born at Edwards AFB in California. Whew, I'm glad I was last :)

After thinking about the blog crawl this weekend and it being my birthday, I was looking through my baby album and found this picture. I know I should save it for the Karnival of Kids but it was just so right for this occaision.

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Yes, I started very young.

Happy blogging tomorrow night everyone! Looking forward to the posts and comments :)

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Game On!

So the blogcrawl is on for Saturday night. It is the day after my birthday. No celebrations are happening on my birthday (except for the sexual kind) since Spurs is not coming in until around 7:00 pm. Therefore, with Sissy coming into TLTTF Texas Saturday morning and is brave enough to stay with us, the celebration starts on Saturday.

Be very afraid of the comments that will be posted by either Spurs, Sissy or I. And be very afraid of what we might post! Hopefully pictures won't be involved.

Game On Everyone! And remember, you are dealing with professional drinkers here (well Sissy is still in the minor leagues since the Columbia incident hee, hee).

Snaps to Pam of Pamibe for the wonderful logo (you totally rock with this stuff)! And see Harvey's post for the instructions!

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Wahoo! Looks like the planets are aligning correctly tomorrow to make for a good birthday! And yes, take the last line to heart folks. Spurs will be amazed what a difference a few hours of quality one-on-one time can do for our relationship! He's been gone all freakin week = he probably won't make it through the door before I pounce on him :)

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

No Surprises In This Family!

It all started in my youth. My Dad had worked overseas in Saudi Arabia most of my life - say age 09 through 27. He was retired from the Air Force as an air traffic controller quite early as to the "stress" of the job. So the only lucrative alternative was to be contracted with Lockheed to air traffic control overseas. There's this policy in the States that you cannot be an air traffic controller after a certain (young) age due to the stress. It was tough, he only came home four weeks a year. Usually during the summer and during the holidays like Christmas. But, during his long commute from Saudi Arabia to Atlanta he had many opportunities to shop "duty free". My family is well aquainted with "duty free". My Mother as well as all of her family is from Germany. My Dad met her while in the Air Force and stationed in Germany. Therefore, my grandparents , aunts, uncles, etc. are in Germany. Luckily as children we got to spend many summers with our Grandparents in Germany. My Sister lived in England in her late 20's, specifically Cornwall for about 7 years. She met a man in the Royal Navy through a "Feed a Sailor" program during Thanksgiving while visiting her best friend in Ft. Lauderdale and the rest is history (another great story I should blog about). She birthed both of her children in Cornwall and I actually (luckily) got to visit her there for a couple of weeks (Ahh, I love England so much).

Anyway, my Dad would always buy us things from either Saudi Arabia (gold rings, necklaces, etc.) or from the "duty free" shop like watches or perfume, etc. BUT, he always had a hard time keeping it a secret. He would either call or write letters or send tapes saying he had bought these wonderful things either for our birthday or Christmas, etc. He hated to keep it a secret.

Fast forward to present time, my wonderful husband has an even harder time keeping anything a secret. Our trip to Vegas to get married - spilled his guts slightly after making the reservations, letting me know that he had booked this amazing room at the MGM instead of the "free" room we could have gotten at the Courtyard off the strip :) But, to his credit, he did keep the engagement ring and process of proposing a secret until the actual event, which was the most romantic, surprising thing of my life :)

Friday is my birthday. Yuck! Wahoo, turning 34 is so much fun! Ack! But alas, the love of my life is currently far, far away in Charleston, SC. our "hometown" and getting to visit all of our friends and our favorite haunts. But, after speaking with him today he announces that he has purchased my birthday present. The taunts ensue "I got your present" "I got your present". And when I ask what it is (you know he is dying to tell me) I get nothing. Which is a start.

Last year = Christmas - we were dying to give each other the presents prior to the official date. Turns out we opened every present except one before the actual date. I swear, it must be inherited. No secrets can be kept when it comes to presents.

But to Spurs credit, he did not tell me what it was. Let's see how long he can hold out. He doesn't come home till around 7:00 p.m. on my birthday Friday.


But then again, if he bought it in Charleston, what are the chances of being able to take it back if I don't like it? Heh, heh just kidding, whatever he buys for me I always LOVE :)

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Alone In The Wilderness

Okay, now that Spurs is "On The Road Again" blech, he has put me in charge of posting. Beware, no witty posts will ensue, not much going on in my world at the moment. So bear with me, he will be back Friday!

However, I have noticed the extreme differences of working from home versus working in an office. It's a very strange thing to me. Granted, at my last company I relished the days where I could work from home. Given - I had the best boss in the world (*wink to Mo*) but the "work from home days" meant a little more relaxation. Get up, no shower necessary, sweat pants and most ratty t-shirt were the required uniform, go straight to computer only a mere room away, answer emails, phone calls, etc. and do anything else around the household you felt necessary in between.

Fast forward to my new job. Contractor, thrown into a project half-way, expected to pick up the ball and run with it. Laptop delivered, connections to various company networks, etc. First 1/2 day = random conference call with two people whom I am guessing are my direct reports (still no idea) giving me basic instructions but not a whole lot of info as to what is expected of me, etc. Gave me some direction as to online training I should complete regarding the software that is the whole focus of this project. Okay.

First full day = doing lots of online training (which by the way sucks in every way possible).

NOTE: As you may know by now, both Sissy and Morrigan and I used to work for the same company and Training was our focus. Mo was the best boss and gave us lots of direction and we knew exactly what was expected of us. Bottom line = I knew my shit!

Second full day = Okay, I've had enough of this online training BS and I want to know exactly what is expected of me. Call my (I think direct report) to make sure I'm getting what I'm supposed to be getting. All is good, I'm doing the right thing (so they say).

All of last week = doing online trainings and looking at their timeline as to the real live training that I'm supposed to be helping with in lieu of spreadsheets, forms, docs, etc. (Blah, blah, blah)

Fast forward to yesterday - I get an actual project to do! YEA! All is good with the world. I can't stand not having something to actually work on. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. I'm feeling I'm making a difference. Woo Hoo!

Today = I'm continuing to work on my project and feel very lost and really just want to go from cube to cube and say, "Is this right?, am I doing this right?" But alas, no cubes to go to!

Therefore, I feel I have to illustrate the pro's and con's of working from home versus working in an office below. See if you agree!

  • You are on your own time schedule as long as you get your work done
  • You can wake up 5 minutes before you have to work and just walk over to your laptop (Spurs hates this fact)
  • You don't have to shower or put on clean business like clothing (Spurs hates this too)
  • You can get general stuff done during the day like laundry or house cleaning (yeah, right)
  • Your cat loves you that much more for having multiple scratching of the face time during the day
  • You can drink, do drugs, eat mutliple things out of your fridge, etc. if you choose
  • You can switch over to your home computer and read blogs as you wish during the day
  • You can play all the Yahoo! games you can during your "breaks" and not have to switch to a spreadsheet when someone walks behind you

  • No swiping of company stuff (post-it's, pens, paper, legal pads, etc.)
  • No getting all the good gossip from your co-workers
  • No interruptions like your fun co-workers coming to tell you about a good sale or make-up purchase, or the hot guy they met on the elevator (*Mo*)
  • No going around to others and asking advice on particular projects or problems
  • No 25 cent Diet Cokes from the vending machine or free food from the Board Meeting
  • No having lunch with your favorite co-workers and defending yourself against wanting Burger King over the Salad-bar (*Mo*)

There ya go. Which would you prefer?

I miss working in my office but the times they are a changin' I guess the "contractor" world doesn't totally suck ass but I miss my co-workers and my office environment. I guess I will adapt. (Hell yeah (quoting Spurs) "you will adapt because the pay scale is much more significant"). LOL - this is a great opportunity, just different from what I have done in the past, but I'm a worker bee and will do my best!

Told ya you would hate this post :) Spurs is back on Friday - don't forget!

Monday, July 25, 2005

On the road again

I'm off to my old stomping grounds tomorrow for the balance of the week. I'm looking forward to the trip but it will be hard workin' and hard partyin'.
The next month and a half is going to be like a rock tour. I'll be on the road 30 out of 45 days.
Anyway, I'm turning over the reigns to my better half, Napster. Be sweet, she's kind of shy...
Peace, I'm gone...

Am I A Grumpy Bastard

I think I'm going to get flamed for this but I've got to get it off my chest.

Work is very hectic right now. I have deadlines, meetings, traveling, reports, blah blah blah.
When I leave for lunch, it's my time and I really enjoy it. I like to go someplace nice, read the paper and recharge for the second act of my day.

I went to one of my favorite places today anticipating the delightful Carne Asada that is prepared on Mondays.
The hostess sat me next to a table of 3 women and 8 children ranging in age from infant to about 4 or 5 I guess.

Now I realize that as parent, you don't always want to eat at McDonalds or Chuck E Cheese. But if you're going to take the kids out to eat at a place that does not have a playground you should be sure that they will behave. Not these kids...

The bigger kids were running around my table playing freeze tag, while the younger ones were throwing crayons and screaming like hell. Occasionally, a mom or guardian or whatever would grab a kid and tell them to be quiet while administering a smack to various parts of the body. Which, as you know, will cause the offending child to start crying.
Just Perfect.

Well, before my salad arrived I asked my waitress if it would be possible to move. She said sure and I got up to move to the other side of the building. While doing this, the head dipstick at the children's table looked at me and said, "What's your problem, don't you like kids"?
(You've got to be shitting me, I'm thinking.)
In my most calm voice(and this was tough, ask Napster) I said, 'No ma'am, I like kids as a rule. But your little pack of hellions is driving me crazy".
You would have thought that I farted at their table. Their eyes were rolling and you could hear teeth sucking and just general disbelief that their precious little brood could cause such a problem. Upon further reflection, I should have farted at their table...

By this time, even in a new section, I couldn't enjoy my lunch. Little that's not right. I think I blame the adults more than the kids. Big fuckers...

Just for the record, when I left the restaurant there were no other customers in that section.

Does this make me a cruel intolerant person??
Should they have a kids section like they have smoking sections??
I don't think I should have to feel bad for wanting a nice, quiet lunch.
If I have lunch in a Fast Food joint or, for arguments sake, the circus I accept the atmosphere. It's part of the deal, I get it. But if I'm in a place with actual cloth napkins, I really don't want to hear screaming kids.

Can't think straight right now, I'm pissed.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

The Dr. Is In

Are you one of those people who can't seem to find the beat on the dance floor??
Do you constantly step on your partners feet, bumping into other unsuspecting dancers on the dance floor??
Tired of people pointing and laughing while you're trying to get your groove on??
Well, I've got the solution for you....

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That's right folks, Dr. Funk is kickin' it in "TLTTF" and takin' appointments.

Call early and call often cause the good Dr. wants you to dance yo' ass off.
Mo I've
placed a 911 call for you baby girl, the Dr. is on the way)
(5-0, don't think I've forgotten about you "Capt. Whitey The Embodiment Of All That Is Caucasian")
(This is an actual sign we saw today in "TLTTF")

Oh, and don't forget, Wednesday is "Ladies Night" featuring 2 for 1 specials that will funk your world.

Now put yo' hands in the air, and wave em' like you just don't care. And if you're not a square from Delaware and got on clear undewear...I digress...Somebody say "OH YEAH"!!!

Friday, July 22, 2005

Perfect BE Family Gift

This should wind up with somebody in the BE Family...just not sure who...
Update: While in a semi-drunken state last evening, I apparently bid on this item. As of now, I'm the high bidder and Napster has forbidden me from touching the computer while drinking. Heh, her birthday is this Friday...I wonder what I'll get her...

French Artist Designs Cow Lingerie

Huh!? How did this happen??
Lace and udder bras for cows. They supposedly serve a purpose but all I can picture is some back woods hillbilly trying to "purty up his woman".

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Really hot

Check out this article from MSN on the heatwave in Arizona.
I don't know how people can stand to live in such heat. I was miserable.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Blog Type

I don't see it this way but whatever

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical
You blog like no one else is reading...
You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.
Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.
But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

Did you catch my long winded prose...I thought so.


I just got in from Arizona. It's 11:15 Central and I've been going since 5:00 Pacific, so if I ramble please excuse me.

Driving back from Yuma, I was listening to NPR and they were playing a Lyndol Mitchell piece, Kentucky Mountain Portraits. I could picture a bunch of Texas Rangers chasing some bad guy through this ruggedly beautiful country. It was quite nice and I think I would like to go back for a social visit...
In the winter.

Travel Notes

Man it's hot here. When I got to my "suite" the room temp was 82 degrees according to the thermostat. I pushed the AC all the way down and this morning, after 12 hours, the temp was a crisp 80.

And since when does cramming a sink and mini-fridge into a 250 square foot room make it a suite. I must not have gotten the memo on this one. What I need is another damn AC unit.

My east coast customers started calling first thing this morning. Which means I was awakened @ 5:00 AM. Shit.

Gotta go meet my GC for the build out here. I hope this guy is sharp because I'm in no mood to be screwed with right now. Then I'm driving back to Phoenix and on the positive side, the Diamondbacks are in town so maybe I can catch the game.

Did I menton that it's really hot here...thought so...

Update: This GC seems like the real deal. He's a 70 year old Sam Elliott clone with a handshake like steel. We had a great meeting but we'll see what happens when the metal meets the meat.
10 to 1 says this cat makes the deadline.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Working Sucks!

I didn't think Spurs was going to blog while he was on the road but the heat got to him! Heh, heh! I heard from a friend from our "home state" SC and she said it was so hot today that they had to stay underground. Wha? You are on the OCEAN! You live on a BOAT! Hello, we are in TLTTF Texas for Pete's sake - there is no water, there is no shade, no trees, no mountains, no hills to speak of! Give me a break!

Anyway, I started my "new" employment last Friday. So, today was my 2nd and 1/2 day. But I have to state that WORK SUCKS! Granted, I'm a contracted employee and I work from home at this point and in the future have to travel to different offices. ANYWAY, I miss my getting up at 10:00, eating my cereal and watching TV for an hour, going into our home gym and working out for an hour and a half, taking a shower, doing some LIGHT housework, going to the grocery store, and picking up the mail. That was my DAY. Oh, and scratching kitty's cheeks every now and again when she wakes up.

I know what you are thinking, "What a PRIMADONNA", no not so much! I've had four months off with severance pay and enjoyed every freakin minute of it! I've worked since I was 18, non-stop. But from that, to go to working for a living again just SUCKS! Why can't we all be lottery winners or from a VERY wealthy family and NEVER have to work!

So, if there is anyone out there that wants to sponser me for just, em, DOING NOTHING, please drop me a line. I REALLY miss my non-working days :)

PS: Spurs is gonna hate me for posting this - he is ecstatic that I have found lucrative employment and to quote him "SUCK IT UP AND CONTRIBUTE". Heh, Heh!!

It's not the heat, it's the humidity...

I've got to call bull-shit on this one folks. I grew up in the south and have extensive knowledge on it's humidity. So I feel like I can speak with some authority on the subject. Yes it's hot and yes it's humid but good lord almighty, I just drove to Yuma AZ from Phoenix and the thermometer hung between 111 and 117 the whole way.
I felt like someone popped me into a microwave.
It may be a dry heat but right now, I think I'd rather have the humidity.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Everybody out of the gene pool!!!

Posted on the Smoking Gun:
This guy was arrested for drunk driving. Check out the shirt...

Also check out this story. Some people are not fit to procreate...besides me I mean...

A Texas Hotdog Cart

Noticed another little difference here in "TLTTF" last night.
Napster and I have finally found a place to go and have drinks that is actually kind of fun. It's a genuine Texas honky tonk with line dancing, two stepping, cowboy hats, wranglers, boots and everything. Makes for some great people watching. Anyways after we left last night we were both a little hungry.......

Back in college the "Five Points" area had a hot dog vendor that set up outside the clubs around 1:00 AM or so. Man were those good...

In Michigan there was always Yesterdog as seen in American Pie or good ol' Bob Evans.

Down in the ATL, Mo would always drag us to the "Awful House". I'm getting heartburn just thinking about that one...On a side note, this is where Napster and I first figured out we may like one another. But that's a different story...

In Chucktown my personal favorite for late night grub was "Alex's".

Great places one and all and they all sort of fit that late night, post drunk need for food profile.

Well as we were leaving the honky tonk last night we walked out and smelled the most wonderful thing. Bar-B-Q. That's right folks, instead of a hotdog cart, this guy set up a full on BB-Q rig and was cooking away. We were tempted to try some but he was just getting started so he said everything might not be ready.
Oh well, it's something to look forward to I guess...Heh, a Texas Hotdog cart. Who'd a thunk it.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Celebrate good times....C'mon!!

My better half is now gainfully employed and to quote Mo on this momentous occasion "Woo-Hoo"!!!
To celebrate, we booked a trip to Las Vegas for New Years. To quote me on this momentous occasion, "Wooooooooooooooo-Hoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
Anybody interested in coming out to Sin City on the biggest weekend of the year, let us know.

Also, my Blog-Mom Sissy is having a birthday tomorrow. Please drop by and wish her a Happy Birthday. She is one super-duper-trooper of a person. All the best Mom!!

Women's English

Married life is teaching me quite a few things. I think I've decoded what my wife means when she says things.

For example:

1. Yes = No
2. No = Yes
3. Maybe = No
4. We need = I want...
5. I am sorry = You'll be sorry
6. We need to talk = I'm in trouble.
7. Sure, go ahead = I'd better not.
8. Do what you want = I will pay for this later.
9. I am not upset = Of course I am upset, you moron!
10. You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?

Now if I can just remember to put the seat down...

Friday, July 15, 2005

Name that tune

A local radio station here in “TLTTF” does an 80’s retro set around lunch time. And having spent my formative years in that decade, a lot of these songs bring back memories both good and bad. Today a song reminded me of my time spent at USC...

See if you can name that tune with this little lyrical snippet.
…birthday party, cheesecake, jelly-bean boom!!!

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Been kinda busy

The last week or so, I’ve been busier than the proverbial one legged man in a ass whipping contest. It doesn’t look like there’s going to be much of a let up any time soon. I’ve already booked travel every week for the next month and a half.

I don’t mind traveling for work. As a matter of fact, in some regards I prefer the travel to being in the office. Being on the road just feels like I’m a little freer from “the man” if you know what I mean. It’s certainly not glamorous like some of my friends who don’t travel believe but it doesn’t completely suck either.

There are some things that do suck about being on the road.
My biggest complaint is when I go out to eat and the host/hostess seats me at the little, one person, loser table. There’s no where to put my book or paper or whatever I happen to be working on at the time. I hate that and will generally ask to be seated elsewhere unless the place is busy.

I also don’t like the overly talkative seat mate on a plane. “Hi”, “How are you”? That’s about all I need. I don’t need to chit chat about your little puppy or what kind of crap you’re selling. Just shut up and pass the freaking peanuts.

I hate cab drivers who take you the long way to places even when you point out to them. you know where you’re going. Those jack-holes never get tipped and I usually will call to complain. Not that I like doing that but if you complain in the cab, and trust me on this, the cabbie may invite you to leave……immediately.

Going through security at the airport is mind boggling. Some places it’s a piece of cake and others, it’s a complete nightmare. I’ve decided that the smaller the airport, the bigger the hassle. I realize that these guys have a job to do. But I doubt very seriously that the 95 year old lady in the wheelchair needs to be pulled aside for additional screening. In a lot of places you can’t even joke about the process. No shit, I’ve seen signs that say “No Jokes”. Guess I better not sing “Blue Moon”.
I swear that one day I’m going to show up in a bathrobe and get dressed on the other side of the security check point.

Shitty water pressure in the hotel room. Kills me…

Lumpy pillows in the hotel room. Kills me…

Other than that, I’m having a blast on the “Summer of Discontent Tour” 2005. Feel free to buy a shirt.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Napster Speaks!

First of all, I want to send all my good thoughts and prayers out to everyone in the path of Dennis. There are a lot of loved ones connected to my loved ones that are in the path and I can only sit here in dry Texas land and hope that they come through this safe and hopefully with their houses in tact.

Secondly, to the cowardly bastards that bombed the Undgeround Trains/Bus in London - GO TO HELL!! I have a brother-in-law with many family and friends in the area that he has still not been able to get in touch with to see if they are alive. It makes me sick to my stomach. Not to mention the 50 or so folks that didn't come home from work that night. I'm so pissed off! There is no reason for these folks to die!

I just received employment (finally) from a contracting firm where it requires me to travel 50% of the time. This scares the ever living shite out of me. First of all I am afraid to fly, and secondly with all of these terrorist pricks out there it doesn't make it any easier for me. I will do it though and I will do my best at it and know that I am an American who isn't going to be scared by these mf'ers!

So basically everyone give thanks this weekend that you have shelter, loved ones, and a country where you are free but still scared of the bastards that want to take everything away from us!

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

I'm sooooo popular

I checked my Yahoo account today and realized that I must be the most popular guy in the entire world.

My bulk folder had over 1000 e-mails with my Inbox coming in at a little over 150.
This is in one day folks...

After trashing the Bulk folder I hopped on over to the I must rock...
Did you know that:

I've been chosen by the government of South Africa (8) times to help move some money around. All I have to do is help with some "fees" and I'm on easy street.

There are Christian, Asian, Black, Married, European, Teen-Aged singles who are DYING to meet me. Must be my new cologne...

I'm eligible to receive at no charge to me a Discovery, Master Card, Visa, AMEX, Carte Blanche with a fixed interest rate. Someone must know I'm a big pimpin', high rollin' mo fo'.

I've been selected to participate in not one but 21 different surveys. I always new that my opinion really mattered.

I could go on but you get the point...

Who falls for this shit anyway?? If you can't figure out that you didn't apply to win the Euro-Afro-American-Sweepstakes Lottery(real name) and you get taken for a couple of hundred bucks, then you're too damn stupid to have a computer. Turn your shit in and head down to the Post Office for your mail.

I swear to God if I EVER meet a spammer, they will be punished with extreme prejudice.

BE Family Members Ring Tones

As you may or may not know, I freakin' hate cell phones. I don't want to listen to people talking about their lives while I'm eating, drinking, watching a movie, picking out a book, waiting in the check out get the picture.

But I bumped into this site and thought hmmmmm...Harvey could use a ringer like this...
It's called Orgasmatones and for a couple of Euro's your phone can be moaning like the sexy little wench she is...put that phone down Toluca, I'll tell your sisters.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Liquid Man

O.K. kiddies....
Turn on some music, grab your beverage of choice and hit this link.
Your mouse will control the motions...have fun...

Update: Harvey wanted Liquid Woman but the best I could do is falling woman. This one's kinda creepy...

Did I Just See That??

I went to run some errands today. One of which, was stopping by the local car wash. I paid the guy and went through.

As I pulled out the other end and headed for the exit I saw a mom standing by the vacuuum cleaners holding, I suppose, her little boys hand. Cute right??
Well, get this, the little boy had his pants down and was taking a monster leak. I swear he had an arc of about 3 feet going...I guess he was about 2 or so, it's hard for me to judge since I don't have any kids of my own.

I almost blew Diet Coke out of my nose I was laughing so hard. But then I thought, What the Fuck!? How is this acceptable? I can attest to the fact that as an adult, you will be locked up if you get caught taking a piss in public. I believe the charge was "Indecent Exposure" but that's another story...

I know for sure that the car wash has a bathroom.

Is it cool to just let the little ones whip it out anywhere?? And what if it was a little girl? Would mom just let her squat out in front of God and everyone?

I can't for the life of me remember an instance where my mom let me do this. At home, peeing of the back porch was begrudgingly accepted by mom but that's about it. We lived in the country and no one else was around...

So enlighten me parents, how/why would this be acceptable??

It was funny though...

Saturday, July 02, 2005

A soldier's commitment

Adrian Wojnarowski writes a very good piece about fallen soldier/baseball player Steve Reich.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Mundane Stuff

The time off for Vegas left my plate pretty full upon my return. Oh shit, gotta go, Napster is talking in tongues...I thought she was down for the night...guess not.


I've seen wonderful sunsets on the east coast. Sun going down below the Atlantic...
But for all of the grief that I give "The Land That Time Forgot", it should be noted, that the sunsets here are righteous. We may not have a bustling night life per se, but natures light show at dusk is pretty overwhelming. It's seems kind of chickish I know but damn, I've never seen so many colors.

I guess you have to find the good in things wherever you are...
Oh, and I just dropped a tab of acid...pretty colors...very pretty...