Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Dial Up Bitch Strikes a Pose
After I do the phone tango with comcast support tonight, I must spew on books......it's like I'm going through withdrawl...........argh, thwapft. Thanks, and have a Super Day!
Monday, September 29, 2003
The Return of Dial Up Bitch, oy.
So, the Compaq is working again and still no 'cable', I like paying for shit I don't fucking use. For some evil reason I can't get the proper driver needed and I'm working with yet another support tech (waiting.....). Oh yeah and the sound card went tits up, joy. Basically by the weeks end I'll have a brand new machine.....same tower, new machine, Compaq blows! I fixed the sound thingy, but Compaq still blows...teehee.
And that's your puter update!
In other news:
I went to the James Taylor concert at the Gorge in George. It's not that there's a man named George with a gorge.....it's a Gorge on the Columbia River with a amphitheater and adjacent campground. The concert was wonderful and Mr. Taylor sang all the hits and some new songs as well. His voice only gets better as his hair falls out, so I'd say that in a few years when the man is completely bald his voice will be at his peak? Even the most hardcore Rock or Rap fan knows at least some of the lyrics to Taylors songs as they are a staple in America's musical identity. I mean who hasn't seen Fire & Rain, I have and this one time I've seen fire and rain on the same day. He closes his concerts with just James and his geetar and sings Sweet Baby James
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
A nice and relaxing lil' lullabye and we're off to our campsites and then..DUN....dun...DUuuuun! We settle down, have a few drinks, some yummy birthday (Hippo Birdy Two Ewe's to the Wayner) cake and listen as the campsite next to us starts to get a little wild. The median age group of the concerts goers was the late 30's and these drunken women scrounged up some young studs to do body shots off of....as our group was winding down and headed off to our tents the site next to us was getting out of control and kept us awake to the wee hours of the morning! I kept my mouth shut out of sheer amusement. The drunk Nicole went on about making 'American Pasta' the night before, I'm thinking Cheese Whiz was invovled....Nicole wouldn't stfu, lick salt, slurp, 'What's your name, I'm Nicole', ugh. More music blaring, If I didn't know the lyrics to James Taylors songs then, I do now. Security eventually shut them down around 2 am, and slumber was to be had, yippee! If you enjoy camping and music the Gorge in George is beautiful, just remember to be strategic in where you set up camp and look for bottles of tequila in the vicinity of your neighbors campsites and act accordingly.
And that's your puter update!
In other news:
I went to the James Taylor concert at the Gorge in George. It's not that there's a man named George with a gorge.....it's a Gorge on the Columbia River with a amphitheater and adjacent campground. The concert was wonderful and Mr. Taylor sang all the hits and some new songs as well. His voice only gets better as his hair falls out, so I'd say that in a few years when the man is completely bald his voice will be at his peak? Even the most hardcore Rock or Rap fan knows at least some of the lyrics to Taylors songs as they are a staple in America's musical identity. I mean who hasn't seen Fire & Rain, I have and this one time I've seen fire and rain on the same day. He closes his concerts with just James and his geetar and sings Sweet Baby James
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
A nice and relaxing lil' lullabye and we're off to our campsites and then..DUN....dun...DUuuuun! We settle down, have a few drinks, some yummy birthday (Hippo Birdy Two Ewe's to the Wayner) cake and listen as the campsite next to us starts to get a little wild. The median age group of the concerts goers was the late 30's and these drunken women scrounged up some young studs to do body shots off of....as our group was winding down and headed off to our tents the site next to us was getting out of control and kept us awake to the wee hours of the morning! I kept my mouth shut out of sheer amusement. The drunk Nicole went on about making 'American Pasta' the night before, I'm thinking Cheese Whiz was invovled....Nicole wouldn't stfu, lick salt, slurp, 'What's your name, I'm Nicole', ugh. More music blaring, If I didn't know the lyrics to James Taylors songs then, I do now. Security eventually shut them down around 2 am, and slumber was to be had, yippee! If you enjoy camping and music the Gorge in George is beautiful, just remember to be strategic in where you set up camp and look for bottles of tequila in the vicinity of your neighbors campsites and act accordingly.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Anger Management :D
Make your bed every day, brush your teeth morning, noon and night, say your prayers, do unto others what others do unto you, tip, sniff fingers until your blinded by the overwhelming pheromones, LOL. Do all these thing but, do not fuck with a Compaq Presario Desktop. You get what you pay for, my brain is numb, all I wanted was to tweak some shit, then um......boom, boom, out goes the lights of my computers, chic lil tower..oh yes...puter go boom....snarf. Did I mention I have high speed cable access, for about a week now, I can't use it, because I couldn't leave well enough alone and challenged my Compaq to a duel of mind and wit, and I'm sorry to report the score of Cupie: 0 Compaq: 1. Now, I'm not one to be stopped by the bad parity, the formatting, the making of repair files, the deletions and the god damn mother fucking exchange of tech e-mails. The problem is that after I try to restore it and Windows recognizes everything, it freezes.....um....*splat*....if I tip my head just so, grey matter drips from my ears, I'm saving it in a cup and sending it to HP/Compaq. I will conquer this bitch with every last drop of me brain if I have too.
At the moment, I'm typing this from "ol' Groanie", probably the most reliable computer in the world, and aside from the fact it's 8 years old, and has a 28k modem as well as a 4 GB hard drive, she's a keeper, she just 'groans' a wee bit on the boot up. And hell, if computer life's were measured in dog years, ol' Groanie is one old bitch technically speaking, but she's what I got for the time being. And I really don't mind the 60 seconds it takes to get from page to page, it gives me time to appreciate the fact I have internet access at all. Viva La Groanie!
Keep in mind that I've not been tackling this huge repair job alone, I've involved HP support, and my A+ certified brother Matt, who is most likely rethinking continuing on to A++ at this point , but I can guarantee him loads of extra credit as teacher and peers tackle the lil freeze up issue in class tomorrow, my compaq has now reached the fetal pig part of it's life. If the suicidle survives this resurrection, she'll just die again in 10 months, a nice little accessory that comes with this particular model of Presario. Joy.
No offense to my little blue compaq with it's chic lil tower, sure, your fast and have a CD-RW drive and your fully compatible with my virgin high speed internet connection, but we need to come to some sort of middle ground now so I can use your bitch ass until I can afford a new and functional PC. Remember, it was me who replaced your Floppy drive without use of Viagra and I replaced your hard drive when yours crashed like a drunk in the gutter weeks after the Warranty expired. With that in mind I ask you to let the student fix your ass and I promise that I won't open you up and play with your connecters, I promise I won't add another piece of software or hardware until I have a new computer, I'll defrag every once-in-awhile, sometimes and I promise I will not molest your BIO's again, I will leave well enough alone, like the zit on my chin that is now a festered bloodred and double in it's original size, I will leave you alone, just get better soon.
She was a steal at $750, LOL, hey- it was Costco and golly, she's going for about $500. on ebay now, but I like the quirky lil thang, kinda, shoot me. One good thing about this is that it gets me all fired up about my own A+ education, although it unfortunately sidelines any continued web devopling lessons for lack of speed, shoot me, but I'm at my freakiest best when I'm learning something new until the next shiny object appears. Anyhoo, I've Googled her model number and only gripes and glitches appear in the links, I bought me a lemon, but golly sometimes with a lil sugar Lemons are good, even if you have to beat the pulp out of them.
At the moment, I'm typing this from "ol' Groanie", probably the most reliable computer in the world, and aside from the fact it's 8 years old, and has a 28k modem as well as a 4 GB hard drive, she's a keeper, she just 'groans' a wee bit on the boot up. And hell, if computer life's were measured in dog years, ol' Groanie is one old bitch technically speaking, but she's what I got for the time being. And I really don't mind the 60 seconds it takes to get from page to page, it gives me time to appreciate the fact I have internet access at all. Viva La Groanie!
Keep in mind that I've not been tackling this huge repair job alone, I've involved HP support, and my A+ certified brother Matt, who is most likely rethinking continuing on to A++ at this point , but I can guarantee him loads of extra credit as teacher and peers tackle the lil freeze up issue in class tomorrow, my compaq has now reached the fetal pig part of it's life. If the suicidle survives this resurrection, she'll just die again in 10 months, a nice little accessory that comes with this particular model of Presario. Joy.
No offense to my little blue compaq with it's chic lil tower, sure, your fast and have a CD-RW drive and your fully compatible with my virgin high speed internet connection, but we need to come to some sort of middle ground now so I can use your bitch ass until I can afford a new and functional PC. Remember, it was me who replaced your Floppy drive without use of Viagra and I replaced your hard drive when yours crashed like a drunk in the gutter weeks after the Warranty expired. With that in mind I ask you to let the student fix your ass and I promise that I won't open you up and play with your connecters, I promise I won't add another piece of software or hardware until I have a new computer, I'll defrag every once-in-awhile, sometimes and I promise I will not molest your BIO's again, I will leave well enough alone, like the zit on my chin that is now a festered bloodred and double in it's original size, I will leave you alone, just get better soon.
She was a steal at $750, LOL, hey- it was Costco and golly, she's going for about $500. on ebay now, but I like the quirky lil thang, kinda, shoot me. One good thing about this is that it gets me all fired up about my own A+ education, although it unfortunately sidelines any continued web devopling lessons for lack of speed, shoot me, but I'm at my freakiest best when I'm learning something new until the next shiny object appears. Anyhoo, I've Googled her model number and only gripes and glitches appear in the links, I bought me a lemon, but golly sometimes with a lil sugar Lemons are good, even if you have to beat the pulp out of them.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Arrrrr, Avast ye' hearites, yo, ho? Can I get a Woo woo?
Me give a shout out to the Pirates, RIAA be damned!
Book Shizzle, yo.
A much debated National Book Foundation's Lifetime Achievement Award goes to Mr. Stephen King. Methinks, all the King nay-sayers can just www.zipit.com, King is a Storyteller of prolific magnitude, he sells his stories by units numbering millions. It's hard not to overlook the numbers, which is ultimately the deciding factor in this equation. Mr. King's writings are now part of most High School curriculum's and a major player in our pop culture, his writings exam the psyche of a situation played out in the darkest part of the gray matter. I think the man deserves the recognition, but then I wear a trench coat and play D&D all day....lol....jk.....hmmmmm.
After hearing the news of the award I went directly to bookslut to read her bitch on the sitch, and after getting there I realized that Jessa was still in the midst of her move to Chicago and that the guest blogger was still the smartassed, yet witty, Steve Almond and his public masturbating and pontificating guest ho thing is a nice waste of time but I wanted some feedback and lord knows I can get it from Neal Pollack (he's a giver by nature) and the underlying tone of his response has me to believe that he wants to play with the big boys by being just as pompous and opinionated as King himself.
Anyhoo, Kudos to King! ;)
After hearing the news of the award I went directly to bookslut to read her bitch on the sitch, and after getting there I realized that Jessa was still in the midst of her move to Chicago and that the guest blogger was still the smartassed, yet witty, Steve Almond and his public masturbating and pontificating guest ho thing is a nice waste of time but I wanted some feedback and lord knows I can get it from Neal Pollack (he's a giver by nature) and the underlying tone of his response has me to believe that he wants to play with the big boys by being just as pompous and opinionated as King himself.
Anyhoo, Kudos to King! ;)
To Spew or not to Spew, that is the question, but then again I Spew and therefore I am, so it's moot, alrighty, thanks for visiting.
Ann Coulter was on my favorite talk radio program today, I thought possibly that I had accidently moved the radio dial some how and I was on the fascist radio station, but alas it was KIRO's Dori Monson show, possibly the most Fair & Balanced radio program on the waves. As I listen to the familiar nasal guided screech of Ms. Coulter, my ear's start to bleed, ow. She is one scary beeyotch.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Flying Kitties Want to take you to a Gay Bar and hey, while your at it, audit me....sniff.
So, I'm still the dial-up-bitch and that makes me itch. I've been beaten down by an evil virus.....ugh....cough....sniff....it's going around and introductions are not required. I'm off to work in a bit, we were audited yesterday and received a mediocre grade.....not to suprising as I've been a wee stubborn and sloppy about price changes and I'm training a new keyholder who probably shit her proverbial draws when she came to open the store yesterday and was met by the company auditor. LOL, such is life. I remained agitated for most of yesterday while I waited for the results. When your a control freak, it's not easy not being there whilst the accounting geek digs through your files and scrutinize's every aspect of how you run your business. But hey, I'll take the "B" grade, though I was shooting for the "A", a "B" works when your just happy you have a business! Snarf.
I'm feeling better today, still sore and tired and the cough remains, sniff.
Dial-Up-Bitch presents: Flying Kitties want to take you to a Gay Bar
I'm feeling better today, still sore and tired and the cough remains, sniff.
Dial-Up-Bitch presents: Flying Kitties want to take you to a Gay Bar
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
um, my brain hurts......
Argh, ock, ack........me bash crapper computer long time....saki...saki! Thanks for your time. *smooch* :oP~~~~~~
comcastaway
Yeah so this high speed internet connection is GREAT! Oh wait, the install guy didn't show until I was leaving for work, and there is no fucking way I'm paying for an install that didn't happen. I have a modem and the cable, but I had to work and the dude couldn't finish the install, which in turn I must finish when I have time......so far so good.
Anyhoo, I should expect an install refund on my bill, joy. Golly, I just wanna surf like the big kids. Snarf.
Book LInkage o' dee day......TeleRead
Anyhoo, I should expect an install refund on my bill, joy. Golly, I just wanna surf like the big kids. Snarf.
Book LInkage o' dee day......TeleRead
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Bennifer by the wayside
And they said it wouldn't last, they were right. So a bit of advice for the newly single actors: Jen, just stop, good lord :P And Ben, wtf were you thinking? Marry me, mmmkay, ty.
Slackadasial?
I've attempted pay homage to the late great Johnny Cash and John Ritter several times, but a cold boot via power strip fried my keyboard, cause I'm brilliant like that. So, now I have a new keyboard and I'm just as void of thought as I was when I heard that both men died. I watched CMT's special on Johnny Cash......the amazing thing is I watched CMT (Country Music Television), ummm....shhh ;)
As of tomorrow I will no longer be the last person on the planet to not have a high speed internet access. I'm getting comcast out of convenience, and they called and offered a decent deal. Then I'm reading my PC magazine which has an article on all the cable and dsl services and golly if comcast didn't get the worst rating!! LOL, classic! oy. We'll see.....ugh.
As of tomorrow I will no longer be the last person on the planet to not have a high speed internet access. I'm getting comcast out of convenience, and they called and offered a decent deal. Then I'm reading my PC magazine which has an article on all the cable and dsl services and golly if comcast didn't get the worst rating!! LOL, classic! oy. We'll see.....ugh.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
All the world is a stage and we are merely players
I was awaken by silence this morning. I sleep with the telly on, a habit formed out of my own insecurities and on this day of remembrance I awoke at the exact time the first moment of silence to remember the lives lost at the World Trade Center, Washington DC and Pennsylvania two years ago. So much has happened to our collective psyche's in the past two years. My brother Brian returned home from Iraq last Friday evening and for my family we can now relax a wee bit and our only concern now is preserving what freedoms we have left as a family and as American's.
Yesterday, I finished reading Kurt Vonnegut's Timequake a brilliant little ditty about how through a glitch in the space-time continuum, we relive the past 10 years of our lives exactly the same as we lived it the prior 10 years. The only way out of the this perpetual hell is for free will to kick in. Ting A ling? Vonnegut reminds us that sometimes even the best laid plans can dwindle to shit in a handbasket to be flung at your doorstep disguised in a flaming brown paperbag full of that very shit we made all on our own. In the book Vonnegut talks of people who hate life and despise it's cruelty and despair of survival ( I must ) and of how ultimately this hatred for life will kill you and or making you victim to a Timequake until you practice free will again.
When I awoke from my little Timequake, I wouldn't say I was overwhelmed with a great love of life, remember I awoke on 9-11-2001, the horror of watching the second plane hit the tower, then the pentagon, then in a field in Pennsylvania. The tears and rage in me, I was scared and most importantly, I woke the fuck up. Yeah I tried to hold on to old practices and failed miserably. I'm a different person now, then I was before the events of 9-11, hell, we all are different people, nice to meet ya.
I didn't ask to be born into world filled with hate, but alas, I'm here. Life is a cruel bitch and that bitch is completely out of my control and the only thing within my abilities to survive life's bitchslap would be that I can rely on is my free will. Making better choices, educating my feeble and fogged mind, loving and embracing the one chance that I have here on this planet.
I was meant to read this book now, I'm sure of it....it conincides with all and everything I am, now and before. Two of my most favorite quotes I spew frequently can be found in the books pages:
"All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts"
- William Shakespeare
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.
It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle
of true art and true science
--Albert Einstein--
Wake up and just 'be' and embrace the wonders and horrors of life and learn, seems simple enough so why the struggles? I couldn't tell ya, but what I do know now that I didn't know 12 years ago is that even though I didn't ask to be born, but by golly I'm damn thrilled I was.
Yesterday, I finished reading Kurt Vonnegut's Timequake a brilliant little ditty about how through a glitch in the space-time continuum, we relive the past 10 years of our lives exactly the same as we lived it the prior 10 years. The only way out of the this perpetual hell is for free will to kick in. Ting A ling? Vonnegut reminds us that sometimes even the best laid plans can dwindle to shit in a handbasket to be flung at your doorstep disguised in a flaming brown paperbag full of that very shit we made all on our own. In the book Vonnegut talks of people who hate life and despise it's cruelty and despair of survival ( I must ) and of how ultimately this hatred for life will kill you and or making you victim to a Timequake until you practice free will again.
When I awoke from my little Timequake, I wouldn't say I was overwhelmed with a great love of life, remember I awoke on 9-11-2001, the horror of watching the second plane hit the tower, then the pentagon, then in a field in Pennsylvania. The tears and rage in me, I was scared and most importantly, I woke the fuck up. Yeah I tried to hold on to old practices and failed miserably. I'm a different person now, then I was before the events of 9-11, hell, we all are different people, nice to meet ya.
I didn't ask to be born into world filled with hate, but alas, I'm here. Life is a cruel bitch and that bitch is completely out of my control and the only thing within my abilities to survive life's bitchslap would be that I can rely on is my free will. Making better choices, educating my feeble and fogged mind, loving and embracing the one chance that I have here on this planet.
I was meant to read this book now, I'm sure of it....it conincides with all and everything I am, now and before. Two of my most favorite quotes I spew frequently can be found in the books pages:
"All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts"
- William Shakespeare
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.
It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle
of true art and true science
--Albert Einstein--
Wake up and just 'be' and embrace the wonders and horrors of life and learn, seems simple enough so why the struggles? I couldn't tell ya, but what I do know now that I didn't know 12 years ago is that even though I didn't ask to be born, but by golly I'm damn thrilled I was.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Ghetto Mall Ver 1.5 or Been caught stealin'.
I'm chatting with my assitant manager about the fucked up craziness at the mall in recent weeks, when low and behold Mall Security enters the store (deja vu) and discreetly and politely asks this ol' bum lookin' at the porn to come with them. The man put the titty-rags back on the magazine rack and followed security back to the fashion boutique where he allegedly stole a bracelt from. My assistant had been watching the freak because she thought he had stolen some porn in the past. Um, good to know. Also in mall news a young black fella was arrested at another Jewlery store for trying to pass off a stolen check. You lick the hair off where you can people, lick faster. ting Uh....Ling.
Monday, September 08, 2003
Lickable Evolution, it's just a thought.....
This past weekend I was at my friends birthday party when I looked down and saw her once long-haired cat resembling something of a lion. So I asked "what the hell happened to Beano?" Well, it seems that Beano is not adjusting entirely to well to the new black lab puppy and with the appropriate neurotic behavior Beano licked the hair off his hindquarters! I have a cat that does this as well. When I adopted my Siamese Sophie, my little black cat didn't dig her vibe and licked the hair off her ass as well. I once adopted a cat that was so fucking neurotic that she came with no ass hair at all, she just hated people, so why have ass hair?
So, it occurred to me that perhaps when we were evolving and as we kept populating and cramping up the headquarters of humanity, instead of learning to deal with these people in avoidance of progress we just started licking our hair off, which is the actual reason for armpit hair, pubic hair, etc., those were the places we couldn't reach, where was yoga 2 million years ago? Now I'm all for this belief as Kilgore Trout Kurt Vonnegut's alter-ego states in TimeQuake
"There is a planet in the Solar System where the people are so stupid they didn't catch on for a million years that there was another half to their planet. They didn't figure that out until five hundred years ago! Only five hundred years ago! And yet they are now calling themselves Homo sapiens". Cat's, being blessed with agility, will evolve and never have to shave, trim, wax or tweak, fascinating. And about the price of tea in China........
So, it occurred to me that perhaps when we were evolving and as we kept populating and cramping up the headquarters of humanity, instead of learning to deal with these people in avoidance of progress we just started licking our hair off, which is the actual reason for armpit hair, pubic hair, etc., those were the places we couldn't reach, where was yoga 2 million years ago? Now I'm all for this belief as Kilgore Trout Kurt Vonnegut's alter-ego states in TimeQuake
"There is a planet in the Solar System where the people are so stupid they didn't catch on for a million years that there was another half to their planet. They didn't figure that out until five hundred years ago! Only five hundred years ago! And yet they are now calling themselves Homo sapiens". Cat's, being blessed with agility, will evolve and never have to shave, trim, wax or tweak, fascinating. And about the price of tea in China........
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity, and get your Bling Bling here!
So, I'm at Starbuck's getting my ever-thrilling 'grande decaf drip' when I hear....THud, thwapt and WhoooOOsh. I turn around and see two gentlemen haulin' ass out of the mall....followed by a very apprehensive and nervous looking mall security guard, of course I encouraged the poor fella...I shouted, "jesus christ man, run the fuck faster if you wanna catch them!"....then I turned around got my bagel and went to work...la~di~da. When I saw my friend working the information counter I went in pursuit of 'information'. Apparently, the jewelry store located across from the bookstore, experienced an armed robbery. Lucky me, witnessing their escape, joy. So, needless to say my morning was consumed with making statements to the police and mall security. It's nice to be needed.....for the love of God, shoot me. ty. I told the nice officer lady that I didn't think I'd be able to pick him out of a line up, only seeing one of the guys profiles and red and white football jersey.....remember, I heard a woooosh, those mother fuckers were jammin..........wooooooooooooosh. God damn craziness I tell ya.......I love that mall! Ting A Ling!
The mall, in a suburb turned edge-city of Seattle, is currently undergoing a remodel, and apparently that deems the mall as an easy target for a healthy forward approach to madness and mayhem. One gang shooting back in 93' and the next thing you know it's a freakin' urban myth in the making. My mall isn't just a place of commerce, it's a god damned tourist stop and if your touring and or shopping here on the right day, albeit with a fashionable bullet-proof vest, you can get the "Yo, I Survived the Fucking Ghetto Mall, sssup wif dat, yo." t-shirt on sale.
In the past two weeks I've seen....two shop lifting white chicks get their sorry fat asses busted....LOL..one of the imbeciles wouldn't do what one officer asked of her and she kept getting tasered......which is really odd to watch....convulsing white trash getting some hard earned comeuppance. There was blood and paramedic's, hand cuffs and tasers, wooo hooo! Also, the other day a young pigeon was busted for trying to use a counterfeit traveler's cheque....once in my store, once in FYE and once at the Sports Store next to mine. Another statement was given, oy and another day filled with desperate ghetto behavior.......This is all Ann Coulter's fault, I'm sure of it.
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The mall, in a suburb turned edge-city of Seattle, is currently undergoing a remodel, and apparently that deems the mall as an easy target for a healthy forward approach to madness and mayhem. One gang shooting back in 93' and the next thing you know it's a freakin' urban myth in the making. My mall isn't just a place of commerce, it's a god damned tourist stop and if your touring and or shopping here on the right day, albeit with a fashionable bullet-proof vest, you can get the "Yo, I Survived the Fucking Ghetto Mall, sssup wif dat, yo." t-shirt on sale.
In the past two weeks I've seen....two shop lifting white chicks get their sorry fat asses busted....LOL..one of the imbeciles wouldn't do what one officer asked of her and she kept getting tasered......which is really odd to watch....convulsing white trash getting some hard earned comeuppance. There was blood and paramedic's, hand cuffs and tasers, wooo hooo! Also, the other day a young pigeon was busted for trying to use a counterfeit traveler's cheque....once in my store, once in FYE and once at the Sports Store next to mine. Another statement was given, oy and another day filled with desperate ghetto behavior.......This is all Ann Coulter's fault, I'm sure of it.
Shirt & Shoes required.
Now accepting applications.
Inquire within.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Something is terribly 'afoot' @ the circle K
As a beta tester you become accustomed to the smallest of glitches in a program, I shall now give the *SSBS* award to MSN, darlin's, ya gotta git rid o' dee funk, it's startin' tah smell.....*slap*
*Super Sonic Bitch Slap Award
*Super Sonic Bitch Slap Award
OH, the places you can go......
My Mother's response to seeing the Britney, Madonna kiss:
Lou says:
Madonna and Brittany sittin in a tree k -i -s -s -i -n -g
Justin in the audience
about to PEEEEE
So it is written, so it shall be done. (did! tyj!) Amen :D
Lou says:
Madonna and Brittany sittin in a tree k -i -s -s -i -n -g
Justin in the audience
about to PEEEEE
So it is written, so it shall be done. (did! tyj!) Amen :D
I'm the crazy birthday greeter....
Here we go, it's a busy week......
HAPpY BiRthDay!
Dad (61), Terry (41), Brian in Kuwait and home momentarily (24), Joan (shhhh) and to my Loverly Tiara the big 4-O don't forget to start using senior discounts ;) I hope you all feel as old as I do, tyvm.
HAPpY BiRthDay!
Dad (61), Terry (41), Brian in Kuwait and home momentarily (24), Joan (shhhh) and to my Loverly Tiara the big 4-O don't forget to start using senior discounts ;) I hope you all feel as old as I do, tyvm.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Book Link Of the Day-O
Ridgemont High Novel, Bobby Fischer and Madonna's Sex Lead Top-10 BookFinder.com List of Out-of-Print Bestsellers
Nevermind the Pollacks, coming soon.
Neal Pollack is an asshole and that takes me to my happy place. :D
"I'll be back, you be the front and the rest of you watch carefully..."
Soon to be Governator, Arnold Schwartzenegger is taking serious heat for his past follies. I'm thinking that Bill Clinton was actually out in California not only help Mr. Milque Toast Gray Davis, but to give the Arnold some rogue advice. Quite impressive is the generosity of the 'fair & balanced right:
"By Friday, politicians including recall rival Lieutenant Governor Cruz Bustamante and ex-Minnesota Governor Jesse Ventura, along with Fox News ChannelÂ’s Bill OÂ’Reilly and MSNBCÂ’s Chris Matthews, all had put themselves on the record as declaring that SchwarzeneggerÂ’s 25-year-old sexual past was not relevant to the recall race."
If I am correct, your sexual past is only relevant when your actually serving in office and it's most relevant when the humidor is missing a few cigars and the giggle of interns is present. Fascinating.
"By Friday, politicians including recall rival Lieutenant Governor Cruz Bustamante and ex-Minnesota Governor Jesse Ventura, along with Fox News ChannelÂ’s Bill OÂ’Reilly and MSNBCÂ’s Chris Matthews, all had put themselves on the record as declaring that SchwarzeneggerÂ’s 25-year-old sexual past was not relevant to the recall race."
If I am correct, your sexual past is only relevant when your actually serving in office and it's most relevant when the humidor is missing a few cigars and the giggle of interns is present. Fascinating.
Here we go a WASLing.....
The results are in on the WASL (Washington Assement of Student Learning), and what do we do in honor of fallen test scores and the ability not to meet the standards of the "No Child Left Behind Act, we shut the damn Public Libraries down last week as a cost cutting measure, could they be more brilliant!! Kudos to the Government, again...zoinks. Making good use of the downtime is the head Librian Nancy Pearl has published Book Lust: Recommended Reading for Every Mood, Moment, and Reason. Note to Government: ya' gotta know how to read to learn, imagine that.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Happy Birthday to Cupie Spew!
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Isn't it nice to know that my spew has remained fluid for one year, one overly long, drool filled year.
It is amazing that it's kept my attention this long, but then again my mind is chock-ful of wonders that never cease to surprise me at times. So, I continue on this quest to spew forth nonsensical, self-righteous babble, that not only amuses some, but pisses off others, and that makes me all warm & fuzzy inside. To have a voice is one thing, but to use that voice and stand behind the voice is another. Yeah, it takes a bit of courage to bleed so liberally for the public, well not so much courage, as to say, insanity and hey, when they made me, I came with fully loaded 'insanity' options. I'm the deluxe model with scratch n' sniff new car smell. I'm just your average toxic-neurotic willing to share my opinions and experiences that occur on this spinning rock. The original intent of this blog was to learn more about web development and whine about my evil uterus, and because the world wide web (like my menstral cycle) is ever changing, I won't be stopping anytime soon, and by golly, it's nice to share, isn't it? :D
Thanks to everyone that has inspired, encouraged and or even visited this site for even a nano second! Without readers, it's just mental masturbation...not that there's anything wrong with that....
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Isn't it nice to know that my spew has remained fluid for one year, one overly long, drool filled year.
It is amazing that it's kept my attention this long, but then again my mind is chock-ful of wonders that never cease to surprise me at times. So, I continue on this quest to spew forth nonsensical, self-righteous babble, that not only amuses some, but pisses off others, and that makes me all warm & fuzzy inside. To have a voice is one thing, but to use that voice and stand behind the voice is another. Yeah, it takes a bit of courage to bleed so liberally for the public, well not so much courage, as to say, insanity and hey, when they made me, I came with fully loaded 'insanity' options. I'm the deluxe model with scratch n' sniff new car smell. I'm just your average toxic-neurotic willing to share my opinions and experiences that occur on this spinning rock. The original intent of this blog was to learn more about web development and whine about my evil uterus, and because the world wide web (like my menstral cycle) is ever changing, I won't be stopping anytime soon, and by golly, it's nice to share, isn't it? :D
Thanks to everyone that has inspired, encouraged and or even visited this site for even a nano second! Without readers, it's just mental masturbation...not that there's anything wrong with that....
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