Do I Want To Be An "Old Spice" Man???
Heh...
Friday, July 02, 2010
Thursday, July 01, 2010
H1N1?
More Stupid Crap We're Encouraged To Forget About
Remember last fall?
you know...
Last Fall when the so called Media...
What I call the "lamestream media" was busy telling you that everyone over the age of 21 and under the age of 22 was going to DIE...
because of a world wide Pandemic called...
the H1N1 Virus...
Stupidshits idiots they all are...your local news writers and newspaper reporters as they tell you what the ASSociated Press tells them to tell you.
Fox News just ran a story where over 40% of the H1N1 virus vaccine was being destroyed because it had expired and the H1N1 virus never actually became the threat the media and more importantly...our government...was trying to tell you it was.
We're all surrounded by "useful idiots" Ladies and Gentlemen.
It's just that simple.
You can either be a "useful idiot", else be someone like me that knows the difference between sanity and insanity, and how to keep your body and your wallet out of the fray...
Remember last fall?
you know...
Last Fall when the so called Media...
What I call the "lamestream media" was busy telling you that everyone over the age of 21 and under the age of 22 was going to DIE...
because of a world wide Pandemic called...
the H1N1 Virus...
Stupid
Fox News just ran a story where over 40% of the H1N1 virus vaccine was being destroyed because it had expired and the H1N1 virus never actually became the threat the media and more importantly...our government...was trying to tell you it was.
We're all surrounded by "useful idiots" Ladies and Gentlemen.
It's just that simple.
You can either be a "useful idiot", else be someone like me that knows the difference between sanity and insanity, and how to keep your body and your wallet out of the fray...
Can You You Can Trust Your Car To The Man Who Wears The Star?
Not According To The Government F**k heads shit heads Minds Full Of Mush...
Check out what the idiots in the State Legislature out in Nevada...home of Dingy Harry Reid are up to:
A Nevada legislative subcommittee has agreed to seek a bill requiring auto shops to check the air pressure in customer vehicles.
State Sen. Mike Schneider, a Las Vegas Democrat, says it will increase highway safety, save gas and reduce air pollution.
The bill would be considered during the 2011 legislative session.
Not all lawmakers were for it.
Republican Assemblywoman Heidi Gansert of Reno said while checking air pressure in tires is a good idea, she opposed mandating tire checks, saying it comes down to personal responsibility.
These dumbasses want to run BP out of business, after 50 years of legislation that put "full serve" gas stations like this one out of business:
And then they have the gall to pass a law demanding that the boys and girls working in auto repair shops check my tire pressure under penalty of LAW.
Are they going to just fine the little pimple faced kid, or put him in JAIL for violating the mandate?
And who's going to enforce this action?
Are they going to have the police standing around in the local Midas Muffler and Precision Tune shops writing tickets and pointing tasers and guns at people that refuse to have their tire pressure checked?
Come to think of it, the last time I was up in New Jersey or Delaware...I forget because all of the lost brain cells...but some places up there it's still AGAINST THE LAW for you to pump your own gasoline into your own car.
I say that we all be A F R A I D...vewwy Afraid...of these elected shit heads...Ladies and Gentlemen.
And I wish that they'd spend some of my tax money and buy themselves a CLUE...
Check out what the idiots in the State Legislature out in Nevada...home of Dingy Harry Reid are up to:
A Nevada legislative subcommittee has agreed to seek a bill requiring auto shops to check the air pressure in customer vehicles.
State Sen. Mike Schneider, a Las Vegas Democrat, says it will increase highway safety, save gas and reduce air pollution.
The bill would be considered during the 2011 legislative session.
Not all lawmakers were for it.
Republican Assemblywoman Heidi Gansert of Reno said while checking air pressure in tires is a good idea, she opposed mandating tire checks, saying it comes down to personal responsibility.
These dumbasses want to run BP out of business, after 50 years of legislation that put "full serve" gas stations like this one out of business:
And then they have the gall to pass a law demanding that the boys and girls working in auto repair shops check my tire pressure under penalty of LAW.
Are they going to just fine the little pimple faced kid, or put him in JAIL for violating the mandate?
And who's going to enforce this action?
Are they going to have the police standing around in the local Midas Muffler and Precision Tune shops writing tickets and pointing tasers and guns at people that refuse to have their tire pressure checked?
Come to think of it, the last time I was up in New Jersey or Delaware...I forget because all of the lost brain cells...but some places up there it's still AGAINST THE LAW for you to pump your own gasoline into your own car.
I say that we all be A F R A I D...vewwy Afraid...of these elected shit heads...Ladies and Gentlemen.
And I wish that they'd spend some of my tax money and buy themselves a CLUE...
Capitalizing On The Oil Spill
"Mixing" Business With Pleasure
So we were out last evening wandering down to one of our local watering holes before hitting the Kroger 4th of July meat sale, and when we got to the restaurant the bar was full up to the rafters.
It pisses me off to attend any establishment when it's packed...especially on a mid week night.
We ended up standing up down by the service bar area which is no problem because we know most of the staff, and when the little girl tending bar asked for our order she already knew Pat wanted Pinot G and a small glass of ice on the side, and to me she said "Summer" or "Winter"?
Everybody around here knows that "Winter" for me is happy hour well bourbon and coke...double, tall, in a water glass with ice.
"Summer," likewise, is a Sea Breeze which, for the uninformed, is Vodka, Grapefruit, and Cranberry juice.
Again double, tall, in a water glass with lots of ice.
But for some reason, off the top of my head (and I'm not making this up) I said...
I want a "Gulf Breeze"....
"What?"
That would be Vodka, Grapefruit, Cranberry Juice, no ice...wait...with a shot of Kahlua...and...a little olive oil...floated on top.
(an oil slick...get it?????)
Brought the house down...I'm telling ya...
I made a mental note to write the idea down, and about eight hours later I still remembered it so here it is for your enjoyment.
And if you leave the Olive oil out I bet the drink would sell right now everywhere between Pascagoula and Pensacola.
Am I in the wrong business?
Wait...doing nothing most of the time isn't a business...so it just might be an improvement.
So we were out last evening wandering down to one of our local watering holes before hitting the Kroger 4th of July meat sale, and when we got to the restaurant the bar was full up to the rafters.
It pisses me off to attend any establishment when it's packed...especially on a mid week night.
We ended up standing up down by the service bar area which is no problem because we know most of the staff, and when the little girl tending bar asked for our order she already knew Pat wanted Pinot G and a small glass of ice on the side, and to me she said "Summer" or "Winter"?
Everybody around here knows that "Winter" for me is happy hour well bourbon and coke...double, tall, in a water glass with ice.
"Summer," likewise, is a Sea Breeze which, for the uninformed, is Vodka, Grapefruit, and Cranberry juice.
Again double, tall, in a water glass with lots of ice.
But for some reason, off the top of my head (and I'm not making this up) I said...
I want a "Gulf Breeze"....
"What?"
That would be Vodka, Grapefruit, Cranberry Juice, no ice...wait...with a shot of Kahlua...and...a little olive oil...floated on top.
(an oil slick...get it?????)
Brought the house down...I'm telling ya...
I made a mental note to write the idea down, and about eight hours later I still remembered it so here it is for your enjoyment.
And if you leave the Olive oil out I bet the drink would sell right now everywhere between Pascagoula and Pensacola.
Am I in the wrong business?
Wait...doing nothing most of the time isn't a business...so it just might be an improvement.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Silence
Better I'm Quiet Else I'd Write/Say Something Like This....
"Huhh he haa ho hu he hunght ee ah ah oh blughehehehehehehahght"
Maybe the Senate will call me to testify at the Supreme Court confirmation hearings.
Me uttering something like this would make more sense than the silly asenine stuff I've been hearing...in my considered Redneck opinion.
Is it just me?
"Huhh he haa ho hu he hunght ee ah ah oh blughehehehehehehahght"
Maybe the Senate will call me to testify at the Supreme Court confirmation hearings.
Me uttering something like this would make more sense than the silly asenine stuff I've been hearing...in my considered Redneck opinion.
Is it just me?
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Shuussshhhh....Be Veeewie Quiet...
I'm Hunting Wabbits Building PLC Panels
You get the picture.
So go read the news and find something stupid to mentally complain about until I can get back here and point some stuff out to you.
You get the picture.
So go read the news and find something stupid to mentally complain about until I can get back here and point some stuff out to you.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
New Week...New Attitude
Diagnosing My Own Insanity...
I think, after much introspect and consideration, that I've finally figured out what's wrong around here--at least with me.
I call it Beach Deficiency Syndrome (BDS for short.)
If there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure that I have a bad case of it (BDS) right now.
As a test of my theory, I went out and bought another 250 pounds of "play sand" at Home Depot yesterday and after weeding the Turbo Pup Beach I spread it out and raked it fairly smooth and the effect was immediate...but short lived.
I felt pretty good while working up another batch of Pizza dough and making a giant mostly meat "garbage" pizza.
Andouilli sausage, crab meat, ham, bacon, and pepperoni with sweet colored peppers, mushrooms, and Kalamata Olives thrown on top for good measure.
Diet Pizza...in other words (if you ignore the 3/4 pound of Mozzarella Cheese.)
Thinking about things, I realised that by this time last year on the calendar I had spent about three weeks wandering around Panama City and Mexico Beach, Florida...with two or three extra nights spent down on Cedar Key and another three or four nights on St. Simons Island, GA.
This year?
One measly trip to St. Simons for the Chili Cookoff--with ZERO pool or beach time due to the schedule--and a quick trip to Ft. Walton/Destin to visit my old Uncle John. On that trip I actually SAW the beach but didn't have time to go out and lay on it.
Seriously Ladies and Gentlemen, the chemistry of my body requires a certain minimum amount of time spent reclining in the salt air squinting at the sun else I become mentally and physically ill.
Sort of like a Vampire needing to sleep in a coffin in some old dirt from Transylvania I guess.
There's worse things to suffer from I guess.
I could want to spend time riding a subway in NY City or sitting around watching Soccer or Rugby games in Philadelphia or watching people dressed in Nun's habits throw pig blood on women wearing fur coats in San Francisco.
Or I could want to run around burning police cars and breaking shop windows in Vancouver at the G-20 Summit while the feckless police stand around and wag their fingers and threaten to issue me a ticket or something.
But nooooooooo, all I need to restore my equilibrium is a frozen drink or a cold beer and about 100 yards of sand and a turquoise body of water nearby.
Since the Turbo Pup compound is too small to encompass 100 years of sand (and I'm too old and tired to haul that much sand around), I've set my sights on the last week of July on the calendar and am planning a "therapeutic" session on the Gulf Coast--oil spill be damned.
In the mean time I'm going back to work...working my butt off to sell some more stuff and produce the stuff already sold and in the building, and maybe that will get me back to my normal cranky blogging self.
I'm going to go read some news and blogs now and see if I can work up a good head of steam sufficient to cause me to write a good rant in the next 24 hours.
Stay tuned to this channel, and Regards Y'all...
I think, after much introspect and consideration, that I've finally figured out what's wrong around here--at least with me.
I call it Beach Deficiency Syndrome (BDS for short.)
If there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure that I have a bad case of it (BDS) right now.
As a test of my theory, I went out and bought another 250 pounds of "play sand" at Home Depot yesterday and after weeding the Turbo Pup Beach I spread it out and raked it fairly smooth and the effect was immediate...but short lived.
I felt pretty good while working up another batch of Pizza dough and making a giant mostly meat "garbage" pizza.
Andouilli sausage, crab meat, ham, bacon, and pepperoni with sweet colored peppers, mushrooms, and Kalamata Olives thrown on top for good measure.
Diet Pizza...in other words (if you ignore the 3/4 pound of Mozzarella Cheese.)
Thinking about things, I realised that by this time last year on the calendar I had spent about three weeks wandering around Panama City and Mexico Beach, Florida...with two or three extra nights spent down on Cedar Key and another three or four nights on St. Simons Island, GA.
This year?
One measly trip to St. Simons for the Chili Cookoff--with ZERO pool or beach time due to the schedule--and a quick trip to Ft. Walton/Destin to visit my old Uncle John. On that trip I actually SAW the beach but didn't have time to go out and lay on it.
Seriously Ladies and Gentlemen, the chemistry of my body requires a certain minimum amount of time spent reclining in the salt air squinting at the sun else I become mentally and physically ill.
Sort of like a Vampire needing to sleep in a coffin in some old dirt from Transylvania I guess.
There's worse things to suffer from I guess.
I could want to spend time riding a subway in NY City or sitting around watching Soccer or Rugby games in Philadelphia or watching people dressed in Nun's habits throw pig blood on women wearing fur coats in San Francisco.
Or I could want to run around burning police cars and breaking shop windows in Vancouver at the G-20 Summit while the feckless police stand around and wag their fingers and threaten to issue me a ticket or something.
But nooooooooo, all I need to restore my equilibrium is a frozen drink or a cold beer and about 100 yards of sand and a turquoise body of water nearby.
Since the Turbo Pup compound is too small to encompass 100 years of sand (and I'm too old and tired to haul that much sand around), I've set my sights on the last week of July on the calendar and am planning a "therapeutic" session on the Gulf Coast--oil spill be damned.
In the mean time I'm going back to work...working my butt off to sell some more stuff and produce the stuff already sold and in the building, and maybe that will get me back to my normal cranky blogging self.
I'm going to go read some news and blogs now and see if I can work up a good head of steam sufficient to cause me to write a good rant in the next 24 hours.
Stay tuned to this channel, and Regards Y'all...
