I am back. It has been a long while since my last post. Been very busy and this is one of the things that was going to suffer. Besides, I kind of forgot how to log back into this account. That is me. What has been up by y'all?
Well, the other day some things struck me. I figured that I would share them. Of course, that assumes anybody is reading. In my travels, I came across some things so here they are:
1. Adult Video Store (on Keele, north of Wilson): How are these places in business? I mean with the internet and all, you have a veritable pornicopia of smut choices, any genre and depravity that may get you off. I keep seeing these small shops, with the viewing rooms. I think the second worst job in the world may be the guy that has to go in and "clean" up these rooms after the viewers are finished. Of course, I am not sure how you spin "jizz janitor" on your resume.
The worst job is the cleaner, especially on the kill floor, of a slaughter house. It used to be that being a butcher was an apprenticed skill. Now, with factory farming and large scale meat processing plants, doing the slaughter of animals has become a low skill position (often filled by immigrants). The lowest of the low end up on the cleaning staff (there have been deaths attributed to people who have fallen into kill vats and they themselves have been sliced to death by the blades. I guess it is okay as another replacement piece (read human who is just a faceless immigrant) is easily on hand.
Anyway, back to the Adult Video Store, I just wonder who comes, sorry for that word in this context, in there to browse, rent, buy or just view? I am rather scared to see. In any event, that was not my point. It was this. The sign on the store talked of "Rear Parking and Entrance". So here they are promoting "rear entry", just the way I like it.
2. There was a business called Hardick Springs. Nothing tells the ladies about your desires than a hard dick springing. It just struck my juvenile mind so quickly.
3. Perhaps my favourite. Edam Spa, or just another name for a "rub and tug" massage place. Call it a "spa" and you can charge $40/half hour. Anyway, the sign tells of aromatherapy. With the name Edam and aromatherapy? Nothing like the smell of cheese, I guess. Of course, some cheeses smell worse than others, but I cannot say I have found one that smells good. Feta smells like old people's feet.
When the Lad was little, could fit in the seat of a shopping cart (a long, long time ago), I used to take him shopping with the Wife. I would end up by the cheese section and let him smell the cheese. When he got a whiff of the blue cheese, his face was priceless. I do not think that he enjoyed that very much.
Anyway, that is all for now, so ciao!
Monday, September 22, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
It's been way too long
I am back. It has been WAY too long but who cares as I do not believe there is anybody out there still showing up to this thing. I only had one thing to say today, beyond, the Happy 2014 or Year of the Horse bullshit.
I got an article on WebMD on procrastination, which I am excellent at, by the way. I figure on reading it later.
Ciao!
I got an article on WebMD on procrastination, which I am excellent at, by the way. I figure on reading it later.
Ciao!
Friday, September 13, 2013
When the crazy knocks, I come a running!
I am back. Sorry for the long delay, but life got in the way. There were just a couple of things that struck me from the news this week that I had to post.
1. The fire on the Jersey Shore Boardwalk--it is rather sad that this fire occurred so soon after the rebuild from Hurricane Sandy. Yet, the fact that it started in a Frozen Custard shop is so perverse. Just cannot connect the fire from the ice. I would have figured there would be no fire, just something luke warm.
2. This is the one that got me. In Toronto, they arrested a 26 year old man in connection with the murder of a 72 year old "sex trade" worker. Now, here is my problem, and I do not want to minimize the death of a person and murder, to boot. There a number of things that do not register with me. Her last name was Wigglesworth, which I just find funny. Her "stage" names were something like Sexy Linda (what the fuck?!).
Now, I am still stuck on the fact that she was a 72 year old "sex trade" worker. Apparently, her big money maker was that she would take out her teeth and give the BEST gum job in the city. Men would flock from miles around to have her "gum" them to get them off.
I am sorry. If you are going to directly pay for sex, I think you should go all in. I do not want some 72 year old. I want a woman that could get "wet" on her own. I am not about to stick my dick anywhere. I have standards, maybe not the highest, but higher than some 72 year old skag (not to speak ill of the dead).
I guess you just go within your budget. Some budget priced whore may be all you can afford, so you get some human contact (like a handjob, blowjob or fucking your grandmother, though) and go on your way. I would have thought whoring was a younger woman's game (as they get older, I would think they go into "management", and go back to "work" on special request). I could be wrong.
That is all for now. Ciao!
1. The fire on the Jersey Shore Boardwalk--it is rather sad that this fire occurred so soon after the rebuild from Hurricane Sandy. Yet, the fact that it started in a Frozen Custard shop is so perverse. Just cannot connect the fire from the ice. I would have figured there would be no fire, just something luke warm.
2. This is the one that got me. In Toronto, they arrested a 26 year old man in connection with the murder of a 72 year old "sex trade" worker. Now, here is my problem, and I do not want to minimize the death of a person and murder, to boot. There a number of things that do not register with me. Her last name was Wigglesworth, which I just find funny. Her "stage" names were something like Sexy Linda (what the fuck?!).
Now, I am still stuck on the fact that she was a 72 year old "sex trade" worker. Apparently, her big money maker was that she would take out her teeth and give the BEST gum job in the city. Men would flock from miles around to have her "gum" them to get them off.
I am sorry. If you are going to directly pay for sex, I think you should go all in. I do not want some 72 year old. I want a woman that could get "wet" on her own. I am not about to stick my dick anywhere. I have standards, maybe not the highest, but higher than some 72 year old skag (not to speak ill of the dead).
I guess you just go within your budget. Some budget priced whore may be all you can afford, so you get some human contact (like a handjob, blowjob or fucking your grandmother, though) and go on your way. I would have thought whoring was a younger woman's game (as they get older, I would think they go into "management", and go back to "work" on special request). I could be wrong.
That is all for now. Ciao!
Monday, April 08, 2013
One quick hit
I am back. Been busy...blah, blah, blah. Birthday greetings to blah, blah, blah, including my uncle.
The Wife and I were out for dinner on Saturday. I was, and still am, a bit under the weather, at least it is not underground. We went for pho at a Vietnamese place by our home. It was good. My only question is this.
As this Vietnamese waitress took our order and waited on us, I am not sure what she was saying. It all sounded like, "Me so horny. Me love you long time". Does that make me racist? I just had to ask.
Ciao!
The Wife and I were out for dinner on Saturday. I was, and still am, a bit under the weather, at least it is not underground. We went for pho at a Vietnamese place by our home. It was good. My only question is this.
As this Vietnamese waitress took our order and waited on us, I am not sure what she was saying. It all sounded like, "Me so horny. Me love you long time". Does that make me racist? I just had to ask.
Ciao!
Friday, February 01, 2013
Two Months Later
I am back. Funny, but it has been two months since my last post. This is the first post of 2013. I did not give a year in review type round up in December, either. That is all obvious.
I did have some funny things to say, but alas I have forgot them. Oh well, what can you do? I guess that is all for today. I will have to be back ASAP when I remember what I wanted to say.
Ciao!
I did have some funny things to say, but alas I have forgot them. Oh well, what can you do? I guess that is all for today. I will have to be back ASAP when I remember what I wanted to say.
Ciao!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Just stopping by
I am back. I see I have not posted since late July and figure I should spit one out as this is the end of November. Life has been life since we last spoke. I had orignally decided to comment on a comment I received on a 2006 posting in late July of 2012. I see I touched upon it in my last post. Oh well.
I was driving last week and I look in my rearview mirror to see some Korean dude in sunglasses. All I could think is this guy looks like Psy of "Gangnam Style". Then it occurred to me, and this may seem racist, all Korean males, that I have seen, with sunglasses on look like Psy or....Kim Jong-Il. I found this funny. Then gain, all balding Jewish men with glasses look like my father, so it just goes to show you. Not really sure what it goes to show you, it is just a fucking observation....extrapolated out for a while.
Well, just to update y'all. The basement has been completed. The painting occurred before the carpet was laid. The wife did the walls in the basement and some of the trim as she had time off. I did the white walls down the stairs, the stucco, the ceilings and the doors. I spent a Saturday doing the stairs. I sweat out about 2 lbs of water. It was a wild experience. It came together well and when the carpet was laid, we were good to go.
It was at this point that Wife took ill. We were able to move the furniture back, including the heavy pull out bed/couch. That night, the Wife began her, and my, week from hell. It consisted of no sleep at night, just puking (all for the Wife), sleep by day and two trips to the emergency room (which did nothing). This occurred during the Lad's final week at camp. In the midst of all this, the Wife's uncle dies and funeral is on the same day as the Lad returns from camp. The Wife is still not well enough to make the funeral, let alone pick up the Lad. I get the Lad and give him the good news and the bad news. He gets to go to a funeral before he gets home to see his mother. I found it funny that the whole family--the Wife's brother, sister, aunt, uncle and cousin along with my mother, brother and sister saw the Lad before his mother did.
I also had to run to the store, or is that walk, to get the Wife some ginger ale and Powerade. I also had to complete the baseboard trim on the stucco by myself on the Saturday before the Lad came home. It just needed to be finished. All is well now, though the Wife has not put back on the weight she lost while puking and not eating much. She is loving her applesauce though.
That is the best I can give you in the catching up department. I could go on about the Dayton crew, but I will not at this point.
Good luck and I hope to be back later. Ciao!
I was driving last week and I look in my rearview mirror to see some Korean dude in sunglasses. All I could think is this guy looks like Psy of "Gangnam Style". Then it occurred to me, and this may seem racist, all Korean males, that I have seen, with sunglasses on look like Psy or....Kim Jong-Il. I found this funny. Then gain, all balding Jewish men with glasses look like my father, so it just goes to show you. Not really sure what it goes to show you, it is just a fucking observation....extrapolated out for a while.
Well, just to update y'all. The basement has been completed. The painting occurred before the carpet was laid. The wife did the walls in the basement and some of the trim as she had time off. I did the white walls down the stairs, the stucco, the ceilings and the doors. I spent a Saturday doing the stairs. I sweat out about 2 lbs of water. It was a wild experience. It came together well and when the carpet was laid, we were good to go.
It was at this point that Wife took ill. We were able to move the furniture back, including the heavy pull out bed/couch. That night, the Wife began her, and my, week from hell. It consisted of no sleep at night, just puking (all for the Wife), sleep by day and two trips to the emergency room (which did nothing). This occurred during the Lad's final week at camp. In the midst of all this, the Wife's uncle dies and funeral is on the same day as the Lad returns from camp. The Wife is still not well enough to make the funeral, let alone pick up the Lad. I get the Lad and give him the good news and the bad news. He gets to go to a funeral before he gets home to see his mother. I found it funny that the whole family--the Wife's brother, sister, aunt, uncle and cousin along with my mother, brother and sister saw the Lad before his mother did.
I also had to run to the store, or is that walk, to get the Wife some ginger ale and Powerade. I also had to complete the baseboard trim on the stucco by myself on the Saturday before the Lad came home. It just needed to be finished. All is well now, though the Wife has not put back on the weight she lost while puking and not eating much. She is loving her applesauce though.
That is the best I can give you in the catching up department. I could go on about the Dayton crew, but I will not at this point.
Good luck and I hope to be back later. Ciao!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Thoughts for the End of July
I am back. I will be short and not so sweet. I have a couple of things on my mind this end of July in 2012.
1. Saw where Kim Jung Aun, or however we want to write that name, Beloved Leader of North Korea, or is that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (why do and did all the communist/totalitarian nations of the world claim as their official names "The Democratic...." when they were anything but democratic? Answer, please see the works of George Orwell/Eric Blair--Newspeak at work) has purged/consolidated his power by expelling or retiring the big time General of his father and bringing in his own guy to run the military. It really does remind me of Entourage. Only with access to nuclear weapon technology (not the capability for ballistic missiles but they are working on it) and without the Hollywood bling, read blond babes. I have visions of the young Kim hanging out with his buddies, cruising Pyongyang and living the life. Am I wrong?
2. Received a comment in the last week on a post from September 2006 calling me a "fucking dick". It may or may not be true. The post was on another crappy Friday night meal prepared by my late, and dearly missed, MIL, and references the diminished thought capacity of my departed FIL. It was either posted, anonymously, I might add, by a family member (in which case, touche, but if I am a fucking dick, then you are a dickless eunuch who obviously did not have the balls to put your name to the comment or deal with me directly) or somebody who does not have the intellectual or emotional strength to stand behind his/her comment. I mean calling me a "fucking dick" makes me laugh. Besides, who is the dick for commenting on a 6 year old post. Did you just learn to read?
3. I am sure I have posted about our ongoing drain issues. Over the past 9 months, I have had to have a drain company in to clear a backup (done with their scope) and clear two myself with a large electric drain snake (rented from The Home Depot). I had an old Italian guy, who used to work for the city and is a self-taught drain "expert" come in to fix/deal with the issue. The larger company wanted over $4000 to do a five-foot dig and replace the part in the clay pipe that had been cracked with PVC. This dude took half the price and was going to do a 15 foot replacement, so no cracks on the house side of the drain. I hemmed and hawed about using the guy as I was worried that he could not do the job by himself, at least without collapsing and dying in my basement (who would be responsible??). Anyway, I bit the bullet and let him go. He said it was going to take 4 or 5 days. He started last Monday and had dug out the trench to cut and remove the clay pipe that day. He was done by Tuesday afternoon. Replaced the pipe and recemented the floor (trench he dug) and removed all the debris. Awesome. He said the crack was near the spot by the bathroom in the basement. He thinks that it was cracked when that room was renovated back in 1989. It took close to 20 years for the roots to find the water in the area and move in. This is what was creating the back ups (sewage in the basement, awesome!!!) and the last snaking I did in May, from the outside in, may have tore up the roots in there at the time, giving me more than 4 months of relief but the issue would have still remained. Glad it is done. Now, on to painting and the carpet being replaced (on order and set to be installed in mid-August, just in time for the Lad's return home from camp).
4. The Lad is still at overnight camp. The pictures we have seen seem to show him doing rather well. He is a good kid. Have I mentioned that I like him? I love him, there is no doubting that. I like him, too. He is so damn similar to me it is scary. Nice to know, he got my sense of humor from the gene pool. He gets it, just a bit more slowly. I do miss him and I do like the "freedom", too.
5. I could do an Olympic rant, or is that a rant of Olympic proportions. I may save it for later, though. Let me just say that Dr. Jacques Rogge is a pussy and the whole IOC are a bunch of fucking self-important dipshits. Since, they do not live by their creed or the spirit of their organization, I find the whole spectacle to be about hypocrisy not sportsmanship. Olympics not the place for politics or political discourse, what a fucking crock of shit. 1936, Berlin Olympics and the kissing of Hitler's ass by Avery Brundege (head of the IOC) where Jewish athletes were sacrificed so that the IOC would not embarrass the Fuhrer. Jump to 1972, Munich Olympics where Palestinian TERRORISTS killed 11 Israeli athletes, Brundege again, said the show must go on. Nothing said about that and NO RECOGNITION, OFFICIALLY, REGARDING THE WANTON LOSS OF INNOCENT LIFE WHILE TRYING TO COMPETE AND BE FRIENDLY AT THE OLYMPICS! These IOC Fuckers headed by Rogge claim this to political. Cannot piss off the Arab/Muslim states because they can use their petro dollars to buy the silence of the IOC (the only prinicple there is about the money, which is okay, but have the balls to be honest about the motives). Wrong country and wrong religion, that is Israel's lot in international life (see the United Nations for further bits of the same hypocrisy). 1976, African nations boycott the Montreal Olympics, why? Who the fuck remembers...or cares? 1980, Western nations embarrass the Soviet Union by boycotting those Moscow games due to the USSR's invasion of Afghanistan (yup, that got the Soviets out of there....10 years later). 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, the Iron Curtain block of countries returned, or so they thought, the favor by boycotting the games on American soil. The funniest part of that one is...NOBODY FUCKING CARED OR MISSED THEM. Did you miss the steroid pumped East German women, or should we say chicks with dicks (or overly large clits)? Those games made money for the US and the LA area, so not much of a gesture there. I could go on, but those put the lie to the test about the Olympics not being political, they are all about politics and nationalism. Damn Fascist events.
That is all for now! Ciao!
1. Saw where Kim Jung Aun, or however we want to write that name, Beloved Leader of North Korea, or is that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (why do and did all the communist/totalitarian nations of the world claim as their official names "The Democratic...." when they were anything but democratic? Answer, please see the works of George Orwell/Eric Blair--Newspeak at work) has purged/consolidated his power by expelling or retiring the big time General of his father and bringing in his own guy to run the military. It really does remind me of Entourage. Only with access to nuclear weapon technology (not the capability for ballistic missiles but they are working on it) and without the Hollywood bling, read blond babes. I have visions of the young Kim hanging out with his buddies, cruising Pyongyang and living the life. Am I wrong?
2. Received a comment in the last week on a post from September 2006 calling me a "fucking dick". It may or may not be true. The post was on another crappy Friday night meal prepared by my late, and dearly missed, MIL, and references the diminished thought capacity of my departed FIL. It was either posted, anonymously, I might add, by a family member (in which case, touche, but if I am a fucking dick, then you are a dickless eunuch who obviously did not have the balls to put your name to the comment or deal with me directly) or somebody who does not have the intellectual or emotional strength to stand behind his/her comment. I mean calling me a "fucking dick" makes me laugh. Besides, who is the dick for commenting on a 6 year old post. Did you just learn to read?
3. I am sure I have posted about our ongoing drain issues. Over the past 9 months, I have had to have a drain company in to clear a backup (done with their scope) and clear two myself with a large electric drain snake (rented from The Home Depot). I had an old Italian guy, who used to work for the city and is a self-taught drain "expert" come in to fix/deal with the issue. The larger company wanted over $4000 to do a five-foot dig and replace the part in the clay pipe that had been cracked with PVC. This dude took half the price and was going to do a 15 foot replacement, so no cracks on the house side of the drain. I hemmed and hawed about using the guy as I was worried that he could not do the job by himself, at least without collapsing and dying in my basement (who would be responsible??). Anyway, I bit the bullet and let him go. He said it was going to take 4 or 5 days. He started last Monday and had dug out the trench to cut and remove the clay pipe that day. He was done by Tuesday afternoon. Replaced the pipe and recemented the floor (trench he dug) and removed all the debris. Awesome. He said the crack was near the spot by the bathroom in the basement. He thinks that it was cracked when that room was renovated back in 1989. It took close to 20 years for the roots to find the water in the area and move in. This is what was creating the back ups (sewage in the basement, awesome!!!) and the last snaking I did in May, from the outside in, may have tore up the roots in there at the time, giving me more than 4 months of relief but the issue would have still remained. Glad it is done. Now, on to painting and the carpet being replaced (on order and set to be installed in mid-August, just in time for the Lad's return home from camp).
4. The Lad is still at overnight camp. The pictures we have seen seem to show him doing rather well. He is a good kid. Have I mentioned that I like him? I love him, there is no doubting that. I like him, too. He is so damn similar to me it is scary. Nice to know, he got my sense of humor from the gene pool. He gets it, just a bit more slowly. I do miss him and I do like the "freedom", too.
5. I could do an Olympic rant, or is that a rant of Olympic proportions. I may save it for later, though. Let me just say that Dr. Jacques Rogge is a pussy and the whole IOC are a bunch of fucking self-important dipshits. Since, they do not live by their creed or the spirit of their organization, I find the whole spectacle to be about hypocrisy not sportsmanship. Olympics not the place for politics or political discourse, what a fucking crock of shit. 1936, Berlin Olympics and the kissing of Hitler's ass by Avery Brundege (head of the IOC) where Jewish athletes were sacrificed so that the IOC would not embarrass the Fuhrer. Jump to 1972, Munich Olympics where Palestinian TERRORISTS killed 11 Israeli athletes, Brundege again, said the show must go on. Nothing said about that and NO RECOGNITION, OFFICIALLY, REGARDING THE WANTON LOSS OF INNOCENT LIFE WHILE TRYING TO COMPETE AND BE FRIENDLY AT THE OLYMPICS! These IOC Fuckers headed by Rogge claim this to political. Cannot piss off the Arab/Muslim states because they can use their petro dollars to buy the silence of the IOC (the only prinicple there is about the money, which is okay, but have the balls to be honest about the motives). Wrong country and wrong religion, that is Israel's lot in international life (see the United Nations for further bits of the same hypocrisy). 1976, African nations boycott the Montreal Olympics, why? Who the fuck remembers...or cares? 1980, Western nations embarrass the Soviet Union by boycotting those Moscow games due to the USSR's invasion of Afghanistan (yup, that got the Soviets out of there....10 years later). 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, the Iron Curtain block of countries returned, or so they thought, the favor by boycotting the games on American soil. The funniest part of that one is...NOBODY FUCKING CARED OR MISSED THEM. Did you miss the steroid pumped East German women, or should we say chicks with dicks (or overly large clits)? Those games made money for the US and the LA area, so not much of a gesture there. I could go on, but those put the lie to the test about the Olympics not being political, they are all about politics and nationalism. Damn Fascist events.
That is all for now! Ciao!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
I am going to go happy with this one
I am back. It has been over a month since my last post. It appears other stuff comes first in this life I lead. I could hit the happy things and the sad things since my last post. There have been summer camp sendoffs, birthdays, restaurant closings and deaths that can be reported. That would be too self-indulgent, as if this whole blog is not an exercise in self-indulgence.
With that in mind, had a funny experience on Saturday. We, the Wife and I, were out with some friends. It was us, another couple and a single dude. We were celebrating dual birthdays and were at the Drake Hotel. This is a trendy hangout in the city's west end. Actually, it is chock full of hipsters and wanna-bes. Good for people watching in a twisted sort of way. We were in the lounge, me looking out the front on Queen Street because I will not sit with my back to a plate glass window (I want to see the assassin's bullet coming).
We order our drinks ($12 mojitos, though the wife went with this gin, lemon and basil concoction that was tasty, too) and some apps (lobster nachos and edamames, interesting combination and it worked). We sit, drink, eat and talk. Of course, we treat our waiter with due respect and accept some of his food suggestions.
Then, as it grows later and the line up outside builds, the waiter comes to us and basically thanks us for not being "douchebags" by getting us a complimentary round of shots (some sort of strange mix that the bartender through together, they were good). He said it would surprise to know that Toronto was home of the biggest douchebags around. Apparently, they come in from the suburbs to hang out in the trendy, hipster filled world of the Drake. He has worked, waiting tables, in New York and L.A., and this town, or location, is a douchebag magnet.
It was a very backhanded compliment, I thought. I did appreciate the free shot, though. It makes me wonder what kind of world we are living in when not being a douche is considered a shock and becomes praise-worthy. What the fuck! Have the douchebags begun believing that they will or have inherited the Earth, or a little slice of hipster (add doofus, here) heaven? Fuck me!
Well, there you have it. Let that be a lesson for the kids out there, it pays not to be a douchebag. The best part of that term and hearing it said by those much younger than I, is that I am not sure how many of them know what exactly a douchebag is and how many have actually seen one? Growing in the world of a drug store, I am well aware.
On a related topic, I think I did a post on FDS, Feminine Deodorant Spray. This stuff was sort of a spray deodorant for those women folk who did not feel "fresh". I said it before, and I will say it again, that was a 70s euphemism ("fresh"???) for rank, lady-stink. At that point, it is like an Airwick in a sewer. Just take a fucking shower, change your underwear to something cotton (granny panties if that is your bent) and get on with your life, minus the lack of freshness. Otherwise, why are you using pussy deodorant and douching?
Now, that is all I have to say for today. Thanks for dropping by. Ciao!
With that in mind, had a funny experience on Saturday. We, the Wife and I, were out with some friends. It was us, another couple and a single dude. We were celebrating dual birthdays and were at the Drake Hotel. This is a trendy hangout in the city's west end. Actually, it is chock full of hipsters and wanna-bes. Good for people watching in a twisted sort of way. We were in the lounge, me looking out the front on Queen Street because I will not sit with my back to a plate glass window (I want to see the assassin's bullet coming).
We order our drinks ($12 mojitos, though the wife went with this gin, lemon and basil concoction that was tasty, too) and some apps (lobster nachos and edamames, interesting combination and it worked). We sit, drink, eat and talk. Of course, we treat our waiter with due respect and accept some of his food suggestions.
Then, as it grows later and the line up outside builds, the waiter comes to us and basically thanks us for not being "douchebags" by getting us a complimentary round of shots (some sort of strange mix that the bartender through together, they were good). He said it would surprise to know that Toronto was home of the biggest douchebags around. Apparently, they come in from the suburbs to hang out in the trendy, hipster filled world of the Drake. He has worked, waiting tables, in New York and L.A., and this town, or location, is a douchebag magnet.
It was a very backhanded compliment, I thought. I did appreciate the free shot, though. It makes me wonder what kind of world we are living in when not being a douche is considered a shock and becomes praise-worthy. What the fuck! Have the douchebags begun believing that they will or have inherited the Earth, or a little slice of hipster (add doofus, here) heaven? Fuck me!
Well, there you have it. Let that be a lesson for the kids out there, it pays not to be a douchebag. The best part of that term and hearing it said by those much younger than I, is that I am not sure how many of them know what exactly a douchebag is and how many have actually seen one? Growing in the world of a drug store, I am well aware.
On a related topic, I think I did a post on FDS, Feminine Deodorant Spray. This stuff was sort of a spray deodorant for those women folk who did not feel "fresh". I said it before, and I will say it again, that was a 70s euphemism ("fresh"???) for rank, lady-stink. At that point, it is like an Airwick in a sewer. Just take a fucking shower, change your underwear to something cotton (granny panties if that is your bent) and get on with your life, minus the lack of freshness. Otherwise, why are you using pussy deodorant and douching?
Now, that is all I have to say for today. Thanks for dropping by. Ciao!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Another Canibal Moment
I am back. I know it has been over two months since my last post. I have been busy, what can I say? Besides, this is just how things have gone for the past 3 or so years. My postings are infrequent, though I do try, I just do not seem to have the time to post or I have not found much worth talking about here.
Anyway, please click this link and read the article.
http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/05/26/2818832/naked-man-shot-killed-on-macarthur.html
Here we have a naked guy shot and killed by police as he gorges on the face of some other dude. They are calling the shooting officer as hero as he did save the victim's life. I can live with that. It is some of the other parts of the story that have me wondering.
First off, the naked guy is presumed to have gotten naked from "cocaine psychosis". Apparently, he had a Nik Kershaw moment ("Wouldn't it be good" from 1983, the line.."the heat is stifling, burning me up from the inside..."). So he was burning up and figured by getting naked he would cool down. Okay, that seems logical. Of course, I never knew that cocaine use leads to the feeling of burning up from the inside (maybe that is why Mr. Kershaw was in such despair...cocaine psychosis). Okay, so now the naked part is explained.
They were saying that the victim was a homeless guy lying on the ground and the naked dude just pounced. Okay, this is where I have my issue. I have no issue with the nakedness per se (since I was not there to witness it, my eyes are clean). I do not know about you, but I got to figure that if you are living on the street, cleanliness, personal hygiene and such are not priorities. One of the last things I would consider eating is anything that belonged to the filthy (okay I am adding that) homeless dude. I would not want to touch him, clothing or flesh, let alone put any of his body parts into my mouth. That is just plain dirty and nasty (and not in a good way--there is good dirty/nasty--this is not it. In fact, this is pretty damn far from it).
So, if I have it straight, cocaine use leads to cocaine psychosis. This leads to getting naked (always thought that good alcohol or Quaaludes were the real panty removers, but I digress..). Which then brings on the need to eat the face of dirty, homeless men. Given this, there is only one conclusion....cocaine leads to some very dirty things and not good dirty but dirty, filthy, disgusting dirty. Then again, perhaps the faces of dirty, homeless men are extra tender and a delicacy in South Beach. That may explain why LeBron took his talents to South Beach.
I am done. Ciao!
Anyway, please click this link and read the article.
http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/05/26/2818832/naked-man-shot-killed-on-macarthur.html
Here we have a naked guy shot and killed by police as he gorges on the face of some other dude. They are calling the shooting officer as hero as he did save the victim's life. I can live with that. It is some of the other parts of the story that have me wondering.
First off, the naked guy is presumed to have gotten naked from "cocaine psychosis". Apparently, he had a Nik Kershaw moment ("Wouldn't it be good" from 1983, the line.."the heat is stifling, burning me up from the inside..."). So he was burning up and figured by getting naked he would cool down. Okay, that seems logical. Of course, I never knew that cocaine use leads to the feeling of burning up from the inside (maybe that is why Mr. Kershaw was in such despair...cocaine psychosis). Okay, so now the naked part is explained.
They were saying that the victim was a homeless guy lying on the ground and the naked dude just pounced. Okay, this is where I have my issue. I have no issue with the nakedness per se (since I was not there to witness it, my eyes are clean). I do not know about you, but I got to figure that if you are living on the street, cleanliness, personal hygiene and such are not priorities. One of the last things I would consider eating is anything that belonged to the filthy (okay I am adding that) homeless dude. I would not want to touch him, clothing or flesh, let alone put any of his body parts into my mouth. That is just plain dirty and nasty (and not in a good way--there is good dirty/nasty--this is not it. In fact, this is pretty damn far from it).
So, if I have it straight, cocaine use leads to cocaine psychosis. This leads to getting naked (always thought that good alcohol or Quaaludes were the real panty removers, but I digress..). Which then brings on the need to eat the face of dirty, homeless men. Given this, there is only one conclusion....cocaine leads to some very dirty things and not good dirty but dirty, filthy, disgusting dirty. Then again, perhaps the faces of dirty, homeless men are extra tender and a delicacy in South Beach. That may explain why LeBron took his talents to South Beach.
I am done. Ciao!
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
I am back. Not sure how long it has been since I last posted, I could look it up, but I am too fucking lazy to do that right now. At least, I am honest. Well, February has come and gone. The highlights are the groundhog, fuck if I can remember if it saw its shadow or not, came and went. Then again, I like to think, and I guess it is only a thought, that we have come far enough that we do not have to rely on a fucking rodent to determine when spring will arrive (March 20th by the way). Then again, if you have observed most of humanity, well most of the humanity that I have been in contact with is more to the point, I am really pushing the previous thought....or I stand corrected.
Anyway, with the groundhog came Dave's bday and the usual greeting. His reply this year included pictures of his three children. Very cute kids. His son has a head of hair like I have never seen. Tres cool but I am becoming follicularly challenged. That was the happy part of the month. From the next day on, this month was all about death. First, a friend of mine's mother died. Then as his girlfriend was on her way to console him, she stops to see her mother, in a retirement residence, finds her mother in crisis. She is taken to the hospital. So boyfriend, who has yet to grieve, though it was before the funeral, spends time with her at the hospital (which was as good thing). Anyway, three weeks later, her mother dies.
It has been a month of funerals and shivas with a related cast of characters. Strange how life works.
I did have the line of the second shiva, though. I was there to davin on the Wednesday. Afterward, I am standing around and looking at the food on the table. Somebody had brought cupcakes. Very nice. Then I notice a golden cupcake with white frosting had a fondant pink star on it. I then see a chocolate cupcake with a yellow star on it. I was immediately struck by the notion....how appropriate is it have cupcake with a yellow star on it served at the shiva of a Holocaust survivor? It would have been worse if it were a yellow Star of David with "Juden" written on it, but still. It was a funny sort of faux pas.
Well, that was my February. March has got to be better, then again, this is me and March, which has rarely been "good" to me. Oh yeah, yesterday was the 30th anniversary of John Belushi's death and my trip to New York with my father. The only real connection is that I saw the news of his death when we got to the hotel room Friday afternoon and remember being disturbed and floored by that turn of events.
Got to run. Ciao!
Anyway, with the groundhog came Dave's bday and the usual greeting. His reply this year included pictures of his three children. Very cute kids. His son has a head of hair like I have never seen. Tres cool but I am becoming follicularly challenged. That was the happy part of the month. From the next day on, this month was all about death. First, a friend of mine's mother died. Then as his girlfriend was on her way to console him, she stops to see her mother, in a retirement residence, finds her mother in crisis. She is taken to the hospital. So boyfriend, who has yet to grieve, though it was before the funeral, spends time with her at the hospital (which was as good thing). Anyway, three weeks later, her mother dies.
It has been a month of funerals and shivas with a related cast of characters. Strange how life works.
I did have the line of the second shiva, though. I was there to davin on the Wednesday. Afterward, I am standing around and looking at the food on the table. Somebody had brought cupcakes. Very nice. Then I notice a golden cupcake with white frosting had a fondant pink star on it. I then see a chocolate cupcake with a yellow star on it. I was immediately struck by the notion....how appropriate is it have cupcake with a yellow star on it served at the shiva of a Holocaust survivor? It would have been worse if it were a yellow Star of David with "Juden" written on it, but still. It was a funny sort of faux pas.
Well, that was my February. March has got to be better, then again, this is me and March, which has rarely been "good" to me. Oh yeah, yesterday was the 30th anniversary of John Belushi's death and my trip to New York with my father. The only real connection is that I saw the news of his death when we got to the hotel room Friday afternoon and remember being disturbed and floored by that turn of events.
Got to run. Ciao!
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