I am back. The Madman had an experience, and a bit of a blast, from the past last night. I think that I mentioned that my old and first love/girlfriend's mother passed away last week (on her 16th anniversary I might add). I went to the shiva last night.
That was wild. Keep in mind that she lives one street north of my sister, who was friends with her younger brother, who lives around me. Apparently, my ex (it has been so long that it is difficult to call her that but I want to keep her as anonymous as possible) sees my sister frequently and even says about her to others "she could have been my sister in law", which is really getting away ahead of itself, but......
Anyway, I pull up to the house. I get out of my car and immediately start walking towards the wrong house. It is like I am in some kind of fog. I see some dude speaking to his neighbour and then heading to the house, so he directs me. He introduces himself and he is X's husband (let us call her X). I introduce myself and then am told that I am "a legend in their house". (Sad, what passes for legends these days, then again sadder still what passes for celebrity, so...).
We walk in and points me out to X, who gives the old "Oh my G-d!". To which I reply while looking around, "Thank you for noticing." She then starts to cry. After all these years, I can still bring her to tears. What a fucking power I have. I promise to use it only for good.
We chatted. I think she really appreciated my appearance. I seem to still hold a bit of a soft spot in her heart...and she mine (enough of the sentimental crap).
Okay, while I was there, I found myself chatting to a woman whom I knew but could not quite place and was too embarrassed to ask her name (she seemed to know and recognize me). I knew the face, but could not figure out the context to put a name to her. We are chatting for about 15 minutes and then she says "You remember my sister, Sharon." I said no, but then it dawns on me who this is. It was the youngest daughter of a pharmacist who worked for our family for years.
In fact, this pharmacist, who I always liked, always remembered my birthday, because this daughter of hers was born on the same date, a year or two later. At that point, we chatted about her parents and uncle (who also worked for us as a pharmacist). That was freaky.
I did chat with X's brother. It is always nice to catch up. Anyway, that is all I had to say about that. I was glad that I went as X's husband said that it was a good cry for her and my appearance certainly touched her. She deserves it in any event. I always did like and we did go out casaually, once or twice, while in university. I was just unwilling to push things further as I did not want to reopen a can of worms.
I am done for today. Ciao!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Some (half-assed) thoughts
I am back. It was a glorious weekend. If by glorious you mean tossing out old stuff and emptying the kitchen for a renovation. We pitched a whole mess of shit out of our lives. It is certainly not bad, but the memories fly.
When we moved in together, the Wife and I, bought this crappy Idomo cabinet unit with glass doors and drawers. This is where the good flatware (never used) and glasses were kept, along with assorted serving pieces, etc. I recall builiding the ugly thing with my brother in our apartment.
That got tossed on Friday night. By Saturday night, somebody had taken the glass door and somebody else took the frame and the drawers and shelves. Goodbye to that. Saturday it was the pitching of the ugly black and glass, particle board, bought from Consumer's Distributing in 1992 and shaky stereo stand. Along with that went the broken SONY, from 1990, CD player. By some miracle, those were taken from the front of the house. Also gone, are the Lad's old stroller, car seat, car booster seat, diaper pail, assorted CDs (like I was going to actually open and listen to the Mariah Carey), mugs and sippy cups. All gone.
The strangest part was going through, well throwing away, old cassettes. It was funny to me that these things were more than music. There was a story behind many of them. I would look at stuff that I taped, or was taped for me, and I was transported back to the time when the music was fresh. It was quite cool.
The hardest part was pulling out pre-recorded cassettes that were given to my by others. I had an old Stones tape with their early/mid 60s blues stuff (excellent) that was bought by my parents in England in 1980. I remember listening to that tape in the old Buick Regal we had back then (it was bought used in 1980, and was a 1976 Regal that was in Florida. Last of the 350s my father would say....like he knew how to deal with that kind of engine power) with my friends as we got high and cruised around (as a teen, I think we just killed time). There was REM's "Life's Rich Pagent" and Springsteen's "The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle", both bought for my by my father, without asking me. He hit the nail on the head in terms of what I would and did listen to at the time. I loved those recordings, but the sentimentality went way beyond the music.
As I no longer have a cassette player...wait, I still have my Walkman, the one I took to Europe 22 years ago...that I would use (I may as well be seen with vinyl LPs and my turntable), getting rid of the cassettes was a no brainer, but the memories linger. I guess that is as it should be.
On a sad note, just wanted to send my thoughts to the family of Julia. Her mother passed away this week. I am so sorry.
Ciao!
When we moved in together, the Wife and I, bought this crappy Idomo cabinet unit with glass doors and drawers. This is where the good flatware (never used) and glasses were kept, along with assorted serving pieces, etc. I recall builiding the ugly thing with my brother in our apartment.
That got tossed on Friday night. By Saturday night, somebody had taken the glass door and somebody else took the frame and the drawers and shelves. Goodbye to that. Saturday it was the pitching of the ugly black and glass, particle board, bought from Consumer's Distributing in 1992 and shaky stereo stand. Along with that went the broken SONY, from 1990, CD player. By some miracle, those were taken from the front of the house. Also gone, are the Lad's old stroller, car seat, car booster seat, diaper pail, assorted CDs (like I was going to actually open and listen to the Mariah Carey), mugs and sippy cups. All gone.
The strangest part was going through, well throwing away, old cassettes. It was funny to me that these things were more than music. There was a story behind many of them. I would look at stuff that I taped, or was taped for me, and I was transported back to the time when the music was fresh. It was quite cool.
The hardest part was pulling out pre-recorded cassettes that were given to my by others. I had an old Stones tape with their early/mid 60s blues stuff (excellent) that was bought by my parents in England in 1980. I remember listening to that tape in the old Buick Regal we had back then (it was bought used in 1980, and was a 1976 Regal that was in Florida. Last of the 350s my father would say....like he knew how to deal with that kind of engine power) with my friends as we got high and cruised around (as a teen, I think we just killed time). There was REM's "Life's Rich Pagent" and Springsteen's "The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle", both bought for my by my father, without asking me. He hit the nail on the head in terms of what I would and did listen to at the time. I loved those recordings, but the sentimentality went way beyond the music.
As I no longer have a cassette player...wait, I still have my Walkman, the one I took to Europe 22 years ago...that I would use (I may as well be seen with vinyl LPs and my turntable), getting rid of the cassettes was a no brainer, but the memories linger. I guess that is as it should be.
On a sad note, just wanted to send my thoughts to the family of Julia. Her mother passed away this week. I am so sorry.
Ciao!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
My story for the day
I am back. I wanted to go back in time. When the dates fell on the same dates/days as present. I was thinking back to 1980. US Men's Ice Hockey Team upsetting the Soviets at the Olympics in Lake Placid (Miracle on Ice), you remember all that. It was also this time, coming off of Victoria Day, that I fell ill.
We were back at school on the Tuesday (May 20th) and I recall feeling all achy and tired. We had our 12 minute run. In the end, it took me forever to get dressed to go home. I could barely move, my energy spent. Then, it turns out I had a fever. I go the doctor on the Thursday (28 years ago to the day) only to be diagnosed with chicken pox.....FOR THE SECOND TIME!
It was mild but ruined a good weekend, since my parents had gone to New York. I could not have my then girlfriend over for some action. Oh well.
Eleven years ago, I was heading in for my hernia surgery at Shouldice Hospital. I chose Memorial Day because I knew then that I would only miss four trading days instead of five. That turned out to be a nice little break. Almost like a vacation, except for the surgical staples and crappy twin bed.
I mention that by way of the fact that I am ailing again. I was exhausted at work yesterday and went home early after dragging myself for 6+ hours. I came home and crawled into bed. The Wife went on a market research survey. I was with the Lad. We were watching Idol. He was. I kept dozing off. He would look at me and tell me that I was snoring.
It was one of those crappy, sweat soaked sleeps. The kind that is induced by ibuprofen. Nothing like waking up at three, with a wet, cold and clamy tee shirt on. Wet duvet cover and pillow/cases. It was so cold in the bedroom that I am not sure if stuff was damp or just cold.
I am feeling much better today. I think that whatever it was it has passed. I am quite pleased so.....that is my story.
Ciao!
We were back at school on the Tuesday (May 20th) and I recall feeling all achy and tired. We had our 12 minute run. In the end, it took me forever to get dressed to go home. I could barely move, my energy spent. Then, it turns out I had a fever. I go the doctor on the Thursday (28 years ago to the day) only to be diagnosed with chicken pox.....FOR THE SECOND TIME!
It was mild but ruined a good weekend, since my parents had gone to New York. I could not have my then girlfriend over for some action. Oh well.
Eleven years ago, I was heading in for my hernia surgery at Shouldice Hospital. I chose Memorial Day because I knew then that I would only miss four trading days instead of five. That turned out to be a nice little break. Almost like a vacation, except for the surgical staples and crappy twin bed.
I mention that by way of the fact that I am ailing again. I was exhausted at work yesterday and went home early after dragging myself for 6+ hours. I came home and crawled into bed. The Wife went on a market research survey. I was with the Lad. We were watching Idol. He was. I kept dozing off. He would look at me and tell me that I was snoring.
It was one of those crappy, sweat soaked sleeps. The kind that is induced by ibuprofen. Nothing like waking up at three, with a wet, cold and clamy tee shirt on. Wet duvet cover and pillow/cases. It was so cold in the bedroom that I am not sure if stuff was damp or just cold.
I am feeling much better today. I think that whatever it was it has passed. I am quite pleased so.....that is my story.
Ciao!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Odd thoughts for a Tuesday
I am back. Sad to hear that Ted Kennedy has a malignant brain tumour. Then again, that would explain the enormous size of his cranium. To quote Jon Stewart, "That is not a head. That is the case you carry a head in!".
I got to thinking, which is always dangerous. But the saying "I smell a rat" is interesting. I did smell a rat. It was dead and decomposing (eating poison is a bitch). So, here I am having actually smelled a rat.
Then, as I thought more, and deeper, I realize that I have smelled a pussy, too. So now, it dawns on me that I must be some kind of animal smeller or sniffer. Is there something wrong with me?
Then again, at least, I am not a panty, especially a soiled pair, sniffer. I just cannot picture myself with panties on head, eyes peering out through the leg holes and nose pressed firmly against the crotch (moist or not). Just do not see it. Then you have to add the sniffing, the stiffy and rubbing one out....to much damn trouble.
Get the picture?
I got to thinking, which is always dangerous. But the saying "I smell a rat" is interesting. I did smell a rat. It was dead and decomposing (eating poison is a bitch). So, here I am having actually smelled a rat.
Then, as I thought more, and deeper, I realize that I have smelled a pussy, too. So now, it dawns on me that I must be some kind of animal smeller or sniffer. Is there something wrong with me?
Then again, at least, I am not a panty, especially a soiled pair, sniffer. I just cannot picture myself with panties on head, eyes peering out through the leg holes and nose pressed firmly against the crotch (moist or not). Just do not see it. Then you have to add the sniffing, the stiffy and rubbing one out....to much damn trouble.
Get the picture?
Monday, May 19, 2008
Victoria Day Greetings
I am back. Had a blast last night. We went to a street fireworks display. A lot of fun, but it was fucking cold out there last night.
Tonight, will be more of the same. Dinner at a friends' home, fireworks near them. Fucking seems colder, windier, than last night. Dress even more warmly. Blahhh!
What did fat fuck Al Gore do with the warmer weather? It has to be him. Of course, he won't take credit for it. He only takes credit for what he thinks works in his favor. Jerk-off!
This is less a raving and more a laundry list of things I am doing. "Why am I reading this crap?", you might be asking yourself. You will have to search inside yourself for that answer, but I obviously my words fill a need in your life.
That gives me a warm feeling inside. Though, that could be gas, I am feeling. Definitely, gas.
That is all you get for today, hardly seemed worth it. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
Ciao!
Tonight, will be more of the same. Dinner at a friends' home, fireworks near them. Fucking seems colder, windier, than last night. Dress even more warmly. Blahhh!
What did fat fuck Al Gore do with the warmer weather? It has to be him. Of course, he won't take credit for it. He only takes credit for what he thinks works in his favor. Jerk-off!
This is less a raving and more a laundry list of things I am doing. "Why am I reading this crap?", you might be asking yourself. You will have to search inside yourself for that answer, but I obviously my words fill a need in your life.
That gives me a warm feeling inside. Though, that could be gas, I am feeling. Definitely, gas.
That is all you get for today, hardly seemed worth it. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
Ciao!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
More fun stuff
I am back. It is a special Sunday edition of this damned thing. First off, I am not feeling the love from y'all. I am not pleased by that, but what can I do? Second, there are some funny things going on around here.
I woke up early yesterday, and thought, "it has been about a year since I saw the Gay Open Tennis Championships at Mayfair", I wondered if they were doing it again. Well, I go to work out yesterday, and lo and behold the Open was on again. I did get to make the same jokes as I did last year, but this time I got to tell them live. I saw a friend and pointed out the tournament to him (not that there's anything wrong with that). I still have trouble with why it is limited to Gay men, but that is their business and not mine.
I still stand behind my comment of last year, that tennis takes on a new meaning when played by guys who like having balls bounce of their chins. Again, that is just me. As Eddie Murphy said in Delirious, "There is nothing wrong with gay people. You can, like play tennis with a gay guy, but after the match, you will say, well, I'm going to have a beer. He will reply, I am going to suck somebody's dick." "I will stick to my beer, but good luck with that dick sucking thing." (I did paraphrase a bit there, as I really am going on 25 year old memories of Delirious.
The wife and brother in law were to lead the singalong at the home where they house FIL. There is a dude, who used to open for Steve and Eydie and Jackie Mason in Vegas in the '70s, who usually leads these things. The song book are moldy oldies that even predate the residents. It is funny, funnier still, is that the Lad sings these songs in the shower. Nothing like hearing an 11 year old belting out "Those Were the Days My Friend" in the shower. It makes me feel like I am back in the Brunswick House, without the beer, skeezy crowd and jars of pickled eggs, but other than that it is just like it.
Anyway, my brother in law was sweating his way through. I am not sure what he was "worried" about. The residents would not really recall it from one week to the next. It is just done to give the more mobile people something to do on a Saturday afternoon. Marvin, the dude, is in Europe. He keeps coming, on his own, even ten years after his own mother, who was a resident, passed away. It is a good thing he has done and is doing.
I had no trouble projecting out to the crowd. I did not care. In fact, I liked the audience. I may work the crowd better next week. There is nobody to judge you there. Besides, if they do, how do you take their comments seriously as most are in adult diapers. They crap themselves at will, and I am supposed to take criticism from that? It is all a matter of perspective.
It was a bit of okay. I am done for today. I hope to post again tomorrow on the holiday Monday (up here in Canada). Ciao!
I woke up early yesterday, and thought, "it has been about a year since I saw the Gay Open Tennis Championships at Mayfair", I wondered if they were doing it again. Well, I go to work out yesterday, and lo and behold the Open was on again. I did get to make the same jokes as I did last year, but this time I got to tell them live. I saw a friend and pointed out the tournament to him (not that there's anything wrong with that). I still have trouble with why it is limited to Gay men, but that is their business and not mine.
I still stand behind my comment of last year, that tennis takes on a new meaning when played by guys who like having balls bounce of their chins. Again, that is just me. As Eddie Murphy said in Delirious, "There is nothing wrong with gay people. You can, like play tennis with a gay guy, but after the match, you will say, well, I'm going to have a beer. He will reply, I am going to suck somebody's dick." "I will stick to my beer, but good luck with that dick sucking thing." (I did paraphrase a bit there, as I really am going on 25 year old memories of Delirious.
The wife and brother in law were to lead the singalong at the home where they house FIL. There is a dude, who used to open for Steve and Eydie and Jackie Mason in Vegas in the '70s, who usually leads these things. The song book are moldy oldies that even predate the residents. It is funny, funnier still, is that the Lad sings these songs in the shower. Nothing like hearing an 11 year old belting out "Those Were the Days My Friend" in the shower. It makes me feel like I am back in the Brunswick House, without the beer, skeezy crowd and jars of pickled eggs, but other than that it is just like it.
Anyway, my brother in law was sweating his way through. I am not sure what he was "worried" about. The residents would not really recall it from one week to the next. It is just done to give the more mobile people something to do on a Saturday afternoon. Marvin, the dude, is in Europe. He keeps coming, on his own, even ten years after his own mother, who was a resident, passed away. It is a good thing he has done and is doing.
I had no trouble projecting out to the crowd. I did not care. In fact, I liked the audience. I may work the crowd better next week. There is nobody to judge you there. Besides, if they do, how do you take their comments seriously as most are in adult diapers. They crap themselves at will, and I am supposed to take criticism from that? It is all a matter of perspective.
It was a bit of okay. I am done for today. I hope to post again tomorrow on the holiday Monday (up here in Canada). Ciao!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Please, help me stop swearing...or is it Tourette's?
I am back. I am left to wonder in the wake of the cyclone that devastated Myanmar...What the fuck is wrong with this picture? Shoot your people. Do shit all when the world wants to provide help to your people after a cataclysmic weather event. What the fuck is wrong here?
I see that Al Gore, aka pompous windbag with both a charisma and truth deficit, has blamed the cyclone on global warming. The fat fuck also blamed all the snow and the regular cold winter we had on that as well. I am betting he blames his ingrown (not inbred, but he is from Tennessee which is close to Kentucky and West Virginia, and hence must have "hill folk") toenails on global warming. Fuck, when in doubt blame it all on global warming.
Millie Vanilli were too quick to "blame it on the rain", they should have blamed it on global warming, like pompous windbag and hypocrite, Al Gore. Mr. "Do as I say and not as I do" in the excess flesh. Fuck him!
I am thinking this is a post just to see how many times I can write "fuck". Is somebody keeping a tally, because I am not.
I forgot to mention that last Monday was Stinko de Mayo. Happy to Stinko, er Cinqo de Mayo to all of my Mexican friends, of which I have none. Then again, the way that Mexico has seemingly declared it legal to kill Canadian tourists (with impunity) I am pretty sure that I will never have Mexican friends, as I have no intention of visiting. Fuck them!
Well, that is fucking all for today. Just ranting with the "fucks". Have a good one. Ciao!
I see that Al Gore, aka pompous windbag with both a charisma and truth deficit, has blamed the cyclone on global warming. The fat fuck also blamed all the snow and the regular cold winter we had on that as well. I am betting he blames his ingrown (not inbred, but he is from Tennessee which is close to Kentucky and West Virginia, and hence must have "hill folk") toenails on global warming. Fuck, when in doubt blame it all on global warming.
Millie Vanilli were too quick to "blame it on the rain", they should have blamed it on global warming, like pompous windbag and hypocrite, Al Gore. Mr. "Do as I say and not as I do" in the excess flesh. Fuck him!
I am thinking this is a post just to see how many times I can write "fuck". Is somebody keeping a tally, because I am not.
I forgot to mention that last Monday was Stinko de Mayo. Happy to Stinko, er Cinqo de Mayo to all of my Mexican friends, of which I have none. Then again, the way that Mexico has seemingly declared it legal to kill Canadian tourists (with impunity) I am pretty sure that I will never have Mexican friends, as I have no intention of visiting. Fuck them!
Well, that is fucking all for today. Just ranting with the "fucks". Have a good one. Ciao!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Off Roading
I am back. Saw something today and I just had to comment. There I was driving, when this......cunt in a Lexus SUV decides she has the right of way when backing out of her driveway. Okay, I was pissed but I certainly not prepared for what came next.
We get to the light and I am looking to go left. She is going right. That is right...over the sidewalk and curb. What a cunt! The bitch cannot drive, but at least, now I know how she justifies driving an SUV. She likes to go off roading.
Unfortunately, it is in the city, where off roading puts you on the sidewalk, but it is off roading nonetheless.
People are still idiots. Enjoy that giggle. Ciao!
We get to the light and I am looking to go left. She is going right. That is right...over the sidewalk and curb. What a cunt! The bitch cannot drive, but at least, now I know how she justifies driving an SUV. She likes to go off roading.
Unfortunately, it is in the city, where off roading puts you on the sidewalk, but it is off roading nonetheless.
People are still idiots. Enjoy that giggle. Ciao!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Morons to the left of me! Morons to the right of me!
I am back. You would think with about 5 days of not posting, I would have something to say. And you would be wrong. So stop thinking, it obviously is not doing you any good.
I have heard too much lately, from people, that I want to scream. People who obviously cannot read, as they buy based solely on a picture without reading the accompanying text (which says it all). Fucking buyer's remorse!
I have somebody, who either cannot spell or is a moron, trying to give me lessons on the law but when asked to cite specific legislation or regulations, claims my responce (sic) was defensive. Then he goes on to tell me how he is in marketing and advertising (obviously not a copywriter) which of course, merely avoids my request for the legal authority on which he is basing his statement. (It was an issue regarding a charity auction of a golf tee time gift certificate with a stated expiry date, which is explicitly stated in the listing description). As to his claim of being in advertising and marketing, watching some commercials and skimming a marketing brochure do not an expert make, dude.
In response to that half-wit (there is no point in me engaging him as he has a clear choice-bid or don't bid--of course, some folks are just so smug and think that they are saving the world by nitpicking--piss on them, I say), fuck-wad, if you had read the legislation/regulations and checked the government website dealing with this, you would know that these certificates fall under at least three exemptions: 1. They are charitable donations so the expiry date rules do not apply; 2. They are for specific services/goods not like a nebulous gift card, which is exempt; and 3. They do sell for less than retail or the face value of the certificate, which makes them exempt as well.
I had no intention of giving a lesson on the current state of consumer protection legislation, but this dude just pissed me off.
Fuck people and those who ride in them. I think that I need a good blowjob. Gotta run! Ciao!
I have heard too much lately, from people, that I want to scream. People who obviously cannot read, as they buy based solely on a picture without reading the accompanying text (which says it all). Fucking buyer's remorse!
I have somebody, who either cannot spell or is a moron, trying to give me lessons on the law but when asked to cite specific legislation or regulations, claims my responce (sic) was defensive. Then he goes on to tell me how he is in marketing and advertising (obviously not a copywriter) which of course, merely avoids my request for the legal authority on which he is basing his statement. (It was an issue regarding a charity auction of a golf tee time gift certificate with a stated expiry date, which is explicitly stated in the listing description). As to his claim of being in advertising and marketing, watching some commercials and skimming a marketing brochure do not an expert make, dude.
In response to that half-wit (there is no point in me engaging him as he has a clear choice-bid or don't bid--of course, some folks are just so smug and think that they are saving the world by nitpicking--piss on them, I say), fuck-wad, if you had read the legislation/regulations and checked the government website dealing with this, you would know that these certificates fall under at least three exemptions: 1. They are charitable donations so the expiry date rules do not apply; 2. They are for specific services/goods not like a nebulous gift card, which is exempt; and 3. They do sell for less than retail or the face value of the certificate, which makes them exempt as well.
I had no intention of giving a lesson on the current state of consumer protection legislation, but this dude just pissed me off.
Fuck people and those who ride in them. I think that I need a good blowjob. Gotta run! Ciao!
Friday, May 02, 2008
It is bourbon time!
I am back. What, no comments about my last post? How many of you are thinking of your grandfather skewering your grandmother doggie style? Think about your parents. Think of the children! Won't anybody think of the children?
I guess Austrian did not think of the children, or grandchildren. Damn, inbreeders!
The weekend is upon us. It is May and the Kentucky Derby is run tomorrow. Mint Julep, anybody? That gives me an idea, I have to run, the bourbon is calling my name.....sweet, sweet bourbon...ahhhhhhh!
Ciao!
I guess Austrian did not think of the children, or grandchildren. Damn, inbreeders!
The weekend is upon us. It is May and the Kentucky Derby is run tomorrow. Mint Julep, anybody? That gives me an idea, I have to run, the bourbon is calling my name.....sweet, sweet bourbon...ahhhhhhh!
Ciao!
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