I am back. All I have to say is this...Larry King getting another divorce! Man, that fucker cannot hold a marriage together. Then again, at his age of about 200, I do not know if she wore him out or he wore her out. As I think about his old, liver spotted, pale body.....I am thinking the embodiment of C. Montgomery Burns (of The Simpsons fame). He has had as many heart attacks as he has had marriages.
The thought of his wrinkled, pasty body is turning my stomach. Picture him in his tighty whiteys, with his suspenders on (maybe it is a truss to keep his intestines from spilling out of his old man hernia....I say old man but really it is FUCKING OLD man).
I would think that he is old enough to have figured out that marriage and he do not work. I guess not. Oh well, it is not me.
Kind of anti-climactic post wasn't it? Oh well. Ciao!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
How do I get those hours of my life back?
I am back. Man, my posting has been really sporadic lately. Then again, who the fuck is actually reading this? Go on, raise your hands. I can see y'all out there.
That said, this is my end of Passover post. I am so very pleased that this blessed holiday is fast approaching its end. You do not realize how difficult it really is to not have any bread or pasta in your diet for 8 days. It is strange and the constant hunger is unbearable. Matza is NO substitute for bread. Bread does not constipate, matza lives for that.
I think that is what is making me so damn cranky and tired. I need a good, cleansing crap. I know that is TMI (taxes, maintenance and insurance er.. too much information) and I do not care. If that is not it, this feeling could be more serious. Oh well, that may be something else to post about, then again, maybe not.
Anyway, got to see a lot of family over the past week. My aunt was in from BC, that was nice. I did get to have 2 dinners with the Wife's brother and aunt and uncle. That was in the land of "just shoot me". I swear as the conversation goes on, I can feel brain cells dying. That was 3 hours of my life that I am not getting back. I would find watching paint dry to be more interesting.
The weekend before the Wife and I were out for dinner with friends. Her friends had just returned from a vacation to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It was then the husband, with hair like Stalin, began a story. The story went on for hours. What was the fucking point? Again, this guy monopolizes a conversation like no other. He fucking does not shut up for a second. That would not be so bad if he had not told me the story already. I did not find the story to interesting originally, let alone the second or third time.
He will also add, as if he had a point to make, "your not listening" so that he can emphasize his point. The problem is that he did not get to the point and his information is often flawed. He read A book or some such thing. There is no independent evidence. He, apparently, is also an expert on everything. He is Cliff Claven. I have often said that about him.
On this particular evening, he is going on and on. I just tuned out and mentally went somewhere else. I missed the second half of the Kentucky-West Virginia game for that? Where was my reward. Well, the meal was pretty good, so I cannot complain there.
What is it with people who feel the need to talk eventhough it is obvious (I do not attempt to hide my boredom from anybody anymore---nobody has a claim on my time and life) I am not engaged in the monologue (it sure as fuck ain't a conversation)? I, sadly, understand, and it still boggles my little mind.
That is the major reason why I do not particularly enjoy going out with these friends of the Wife's. There was another couple with us as well so that made things better. It did not prevent the dude from droning on but it did provide room for some asides, which is always nice.
Anyway, that is all for now. Ciao!
That said, this is my end of Passover post. I am so very pleased that this blessed holiday is fast approaching its end. You do not realize how difficult it really is to not have any bread or pasta in your diet for 8 days. It is strange and the constant hunger is unbearable. Matza is NO substitute for bread. Bread does not constipate, matza lives for that.
I think that is what is making me so damn cranky and tired. I need a good, cleansing crap. I know that is TMI (taxes, maintenance and insurance er.. too much information) and I do not care. If that is not it, this feeling could be more serious. Oh well, that may be something else to post about, then again, maybe not.
Anyway, got to see a lot of family over the past week. My aunt was in from BC, that was nice. I did get to have 2 dinners with the Wife's brother and aunt and uncle. That was in the land of "just shoot me". I swear as the conversation goes on, I can feel brain cells dying. That was 3 hours of my life that I am not getting back. I would find watching paint dry to be more interesting.
The weekend before the Wife and I were out for dinner with friends. Her friends had just returned from a vacation to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It was then the husband, with hair like Stalin, began a story. The story went on for hours. What was the fucking point? Again, this guy monopolizes a conversation like no other. He fucking does not shut up for a second. That would not be so bad if he had not told me the story already. I did not find the story to interesting originally, let alone the second or third time.
He will also add, as if he had a point to make, "your not listening" so that he can emphasize his point. The problem is that he did not get to the point and his information is often flawed. He read A book or some such thing. There is no independent evidence. He, apparently, is also an expert on everything. He is Cliff Claven. I have often said that about him.
On this particular evening, he is going on and on. I just tuned out and mentally went somewhere else. I missed the second half of the Kentucky-West Virginia game for that? Where was my reward. Well, the meal was pretty good, so I cannot complain there.
What is it with people who feel the need to talk eventhough it is obvious (I do not attempt to hide my boredom from anybody anymore---nobody has a claim on my time and life) I am not engaged in the monologue (it sure as fuck ain't a conversation)? I, sadly, understand, and it still boggles my little mind.
That is the major reason why I do not particularly enjoy going out with these friends of the Wife's. There was another couple with us as well so that made things better. It did not prevent the dude from droning on but it did provide room for some asides, which is always nice.
Anyway, that is all for now. Ciao!
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