Showing posts from September, 2007

Courtesy of my mother-in-law

"Isn't it awful that he's so old heonly gets the parts of the dead guy?"

Hoo Boy we need RAIN

From the Herald-Misleader:

Georgetown officials yesterday placed mandatory restrictions on outdoor watering. Among the uses banned are watering established lawns or golf courses, filling fountains or pools, and washing sidewalks. Soaker hoses may be used on sod, vegetable gardens, flowers, trees and shrubs. That should happen only on certain hours and days. The schedule is the same followed by Kentucky American Water customers: 6 to 10 a.m. and 6 to 10 p.m. People with addresses ending in odd numbers water on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Those with even numbers water on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Billy Jenkins, manager of the city's water service, said officials hope to reduce consumption by 15 percent to 30 percent. Royal Spring, which usually supplies most of Georgetown's water, has been dropping rapidly, Jenkins said. In recent days, Georgetown bought up to 60 percent of its water from Frankfort.

So, I can keep my trees alive with my soaker hose Wednesday, Friday,…

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Daddy with severe 5 o'clock shadow and Maria squinting at the camera :-)

My boss cooing at Maria

Lovely article about Mr. Bose


They are some awesome (expensive!) components. At the height of my gadget craze, I almost bought an Acoustic Wave, but just couldn't justify it.

My struggle


I really don't have anywhere to hide today. I've ALWAYS had somewhere to hide--work, women, racing, ****, friends, school, academics, video games, chat rooms, reading. That's the comforting thing about being obsessive--you lose yourself in things, easily. You're not YOU when it's uncomfortable to be there. Obsession, fantasy, denial--they all go hand-in-hand. They're my trinity of "not dealing with stuff".

Sure, sometimes reality smacked me in the face, but it was a temporary thing. I could "deal" with it and get back to where all was okay: Inside my head. Life in a bubble? Yep. That bubble led me to screw-over many good people in my life

What I'm trying to do, step by step is just to be real: Stop lying to myself and others, and stop the obsessions that are just escapism. I'd like to be able to sit in a room by myself an…

Silly Quiz of the day

You Are an Espresso
At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic

At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung

You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping

Your caffeine addiction level: highWhat Kind of Coffee Are You?

"Hercules": AWFUL

Probably the worst Disney animated film of the modern era. They sanitized the lusty, humanist story of Heracles. Example:

One of Heracles's challenges was put to him by King Thespius of Thespiae who wished him to kill the Lion of Cithaeron. As a reward, the king offered him the chance to impregnate each of his 50 daughters. Accordingly, Heracles did this in one night (sometimes referred to as his 13th Labour).

Yeah. This is a Rated 'R' story turned into a redemptive tale.

Anyway the movie itself:
- The songs are stupid, trite, and forgettable.
- The characters are wooden, minus James Woods's excellent Hades.
- Disney cliché abounds--shrill sidekick, outsider protagonist, etc.
- The animation's no great shakes. I think they killed their 2D studio after this turd.


I was sitting at a red light when they rolled up beside me, the guy riding his Suzuki Do-Me 8000 with his hot female companion on the back, her thongage pouring out of her low-rise jeans. Her blond hair fell from beneath the helmet and fluffed weightlessly in the hot breeze. Her skintight ballistic-armor motorcycle jacket was unzipped down to her navel. It's a good look, I guess, if you go in for that sort of thing.

As I sat there in the Amana-white 2008 Honda Accord EX-L sedan, she looked over at me. I knew what she was thinking. I knew she wanted me.

"I'm a smoldering volcano of straight suburban love". DUDE!


Courtesy of Joey...

Scene: Kitchen table. Joey's eating his A-B-C's & 123's. I'm reading the paper. The contents of my wallet lay spread upon the table, drying from their recent trip through the washer. ("But Honey, I was going to wear those shorts!"/"For the THIRD DAY IN A ROW?!"). Joey regards one card intently.

Joe: "Harold...umm....this doesn't make sense."

Me: "Huh?"

Joe: "Well...this says Auto-Zone Re-Wards."

Me: "Yeah..."

Joe: "There's nothing rewarding at Autozone."