Saturday, October 06, 2012

Hey, you know that song....

California Girls?

I wish they all could be California Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiirls.......

Yeah, not so much.  Stretched out skin and a crappy facelift on a middle-aged jogging woman isn't attractive at all.

Gonna go visit some family today

If I manage not to get thrown out of their house, I'll be doing good.  Liberals, ya see.  Obama voters.  The Ragin' Mrs. has specifically forbidden me to talk politics.  I was going to avoid the subject anyways, but the Queen has now issued her decree, and that makes it twice as important.

Friday, October 05, 2012

Post like this

Make me miss home so badly it hurts.

I think part of my problem is the fact that the Army has plopped me right in the middle of a city.  I can live in the city.  Hell, I met the Ragin' Mrs. while I lived in downtown Seattle.  But I go to bed with the noise of cars and sirens and all the other assorted noise that a city makes, and I wake up to it.  I work in it.  I drive in it, and I'm sitting here in my back yard smoking a cigar and typing while thousands of people drive by on the road just on the other side of my fence.

And meanwhile, I know that there's ten acres of land in Idaho just waiting for me to build a porch on a house, and sit there while I listen to the owls hoot at night.  Smoking my cigar, of course. 

You want to know what it was like at my childhood home?  Go look at the photos in the link.  We didn't have chickens or cows, but I did raise pigs, and we had our own garden.  And once I retire from this life, I'll have it again.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

My new phrase for the Liberal Media

They Butt-Chug the Obama Kool-Aide.

Mmmmmm, Obama-Aide!  Straight up the ass, so it doesn't get filtered by their stomachs or anything unnecessary like that!

To the Fat Ass on the Crotch-Rocket

I applaud your decision to wear a full-face helmet, and I'd like to congratulate you for being so mindful about your head.  Unfortunately, the fact that you were wearing nothing but a t-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes means that when the slack-jawed fuckwit Hyundai driver sideswipes you, the rest of your body is going to look more like ground meat rather than anything remotely human after your skin has been removed by the pavement.  Luckily for your family, your use of a full-face helmet means that they can still have an open casket funeral for you. 

Again, congratulations for using a helmet!

To the Hyundai driver

on 210, who decided that not only are turn signals not necessary, but that looking to see if the road is clear doesn't need to happen either:

Had I been driving my old truck instead of riding my motorcycle, I wouldn't have yielded the road.  I would have let you hit me, spun you into the wall, and drove away laughing at your dumb ass.  As it is, I do hope you could lip-read what I was saying in your rear-view mirror, because I meant every word of it, especially the part about you having a tiny dick and an even smaller brain.  Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass you'd be able to drive like a normal human being instead of a slack-jawed fuckwit.

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

How many lies

Will Obama spew out in tonight's debate?

Just about every fucking line he utters, I'd say.

UPDATE:  Wow....  Romney has laid into Obama a couple of times, and damn hard.  Thank goodness.  I was afraid he wouldn't swing when he had the chance.

Update 2:  Obama must think that only teachers are unemployed, because that's all he's mentioning.

Update to the Update:  I feel a hell of a lot better about Mitt Romney after tonight.  He took Obama to the woodshed and exposed him for the empty, pathetic piece of brainless shit that he is.  Obama was physically begging for his TelePromTer after about twenty minutes.  "Uh, uh, uh, well, Mitt Romney wants to kill uh, uh, old women and uh, uh, uh, children!"

I hope the next two debates are like this.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Long Day

And I'm friggin' wiped.  I think this is going to be a re-occurring theme for the next few years.  It's not that the work is hard, is that I'm fighting HQ just do be able to do my job.  Dysfunctional would be the BEST that I can hope for.  The political backstabbing that goes on at the upper levels is unbelievable, and it paralyzes a lot of people from doing more than covering their own asses.

And here I come, pissed off from the start, and not really willing to deal with the bullshit that people are spewing.  I've already pissed folks off.  Too bad, I've stuck by the regulation, and I've kept my integrity.  There's not a damn thing they can do to me, and I have the support of plenty of other people.  I could get fired from this job, and I'll have plenty of places to go.

I might come out of this bloody, but by god, I'm sure as hell going to make sure that my harriers get it worse than I do.  And I just might improve the Army by doing so.

Monday, October 01, 2012

Good Tunes

This is how I spent an hour of my night yesterday - just plugged in and listening.

Plug your earphones in, or plug your computer into your stereo system.  You're welcome.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Had a weird dream last night

I was swimming from Wisconsin to New York.  No, I can't remember why.  Most the times I don't even dream, and if I do dream then I can't remember it, so the fact that I actually remember this dream means it was stuck in my mind for some reason.

So anyways, there I was, swimming from Wisconsin to New York, when I decide to get out of the water at this one boat dock/general store place.  And I go in to get something to eat, and maybe hitch a ride up a river, when I realize that I don't have any money because my wallet is soaked.  So I see these old ladies hunting for a piece of a lamp or some wire-made thing, and I find the piece they're looking for, and tell 'em that they can have it if they give me a ride because I've been swimming for a thousand miles and would like a brief rest.  And they look at me like I'm lying to them, and say "We don't want it that bad" and walk off.  So I go back into the water and start swimming again.

Maybe the little test of homebrew I sampled while I was bottling is more potent than I thought.


The first batch of honey and orange cyser is primed and bottled.  Given the way this stuff started fermenting quickly, I'm willing to bet that it'll be carbonated within a week.  We'll see how it tastes next Friday.