Drunken Wisdom

After reading the preceding post, Eric commented “….goddamn, I hate looking at your toenails…… can you please come up with some different “interesting” photos?….. please?…..” Very well, sir. Without further ado, here’s something just for you, Eric: [Read more →]

Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever taken a dump that large before. If anyone wants an advance copy of my new diet book, “Eat What You Want And Defecate Like A Man”, give a shout in the comments.

One thing that has increased is beer consumption. I’d been keeping that at a fairly civilized amount, but a couple of the guys want to get together each night and pound beers. Always one to help in a struggle, I can’t find it in myself to turn them down.

This week’s update has to count for two… I won’t be coming back to Fresno this next weekend, as I’ve got another beer drinking appointment to keep…

Peace out, and I’ll catch ya in a couple weeks…

Ran across the street to do laundry, early this morning, and as I looked back towards my building, I noticed something “wrong”. Took a couple of seconds, but I finally realized what it was… the apartment over mine was empty.

The shades and blinds were always drawn, but pulled back in one corner or cracked. Today, the shades in the room above mine were open, lights on. I looked at the bathroom window, and the usually open gun port was closed. As I made my final trip, I noticed that the car of the hermitess that lived there was gone, and it finally clicked. The upstairs neighbor had bolted.

No more thundering footsteps all night. No more screaming at the neighborhood kids playing in the commons. Worst of all, no more running footsteps traversing the floors above, from window to window, to check on each and every loud noise or voice. (I once spent a half an hour beeping my car’s horn, via key fob, listening to her frantically running back and forth, trying to figure out what car it was, or where it was coming from. Ah, good times…)

I’m probably going to miss her. She was annoying, but she kept to herself. Hopefully, I don’t get any neighbors like Barmy…

I’d thought  about writing a tribute, but it just feels off. Normally, I take a long ride through the country, with a stop at my Pa’s resting place. ‘Tis a bit of a drive to try that today.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. May your bellies and hearts be full…

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I got tagged with a stupid meme. I thought I’d already done this one, but I guess I didn’t. Or if I did, I didn’t put it under my “Stupid Memes” category. Since this is the first and only time that Navy CPO has tagged me, I’ll play along.
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Thank Gott I don’t live in Japan…

Methinks that I will probably be here tomorrow…

Just saying.

Every Sunday, when I hit the grocery buying place, I see a group or two of riders that are meeting up at the Starbucks. (It’s hard to call them “bikers” when they are adorned in brand new leathers, yapping on cell phones, and checking their reflections in the glass.) They look to be gearing up for a day trip, and as much as I mentally make fun of the bastards, I envy them. Much as I envy the Dumb Bunch. Well, all but one…

For those of you wondering, my bro and the Dumb Bunch did not make it out here. Unfortunately, bikes break down (some more than others), and Ron’s bike decided that it no longer desired to run. While it fought to make it, Colorado was as far as it could go. Since they were already a couple of days behind schedule, they decided to turn North and make the loop home. And here I was looking forward to commandeering one of the bikes to run errands Friday morning. Ah, well… caca do splatter.

Now I’ve just gotta figure out how to dispose of all these Miller Lites…

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Seems that Joe is fascinated while Eric is confused. I dunno. The movie seemed quite simple to me…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUk7hb5HdE0

Checking in…

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‘Tis a perfect day for catching up on emails and blogs.

It’s also a perfect day to straighten up the place for my youngest brother’s arrival. He and some of The Dumb Bunch will be here Thursday.

I think I’ll pick the place up, and then make a beer run.

When I was going through boot camp, I was classified a Diet Private… one of the last recruits to hit the chow hall. I wasn’t that much over weight, but over is over, and so my calories were restricted. One thing I could eat a lot of was salad, but the only dressing I could have was French. That wasn’t so bad, but it got pretty damned old… I’d eyeball the Italian and Ranch dressings (my easy favorites), knowing better than to try and sneak them onto my salad. After 5 weeks, I was no longer a Diet Private and I had free range.

Aside from the once forbidden foods that I was now able to have heaped upon my plate, my first stop was the Ranch dressing which I’d been drooling over for a good three weeks. I built myself a big old salad (I was now one of the first recruits in, after the Double Rats), and drowned the greens in hidden valley goodness. I was practically running to my seat, the anticipation of something different nearly killing me. I peppered everything up, and commenced to some serious destruction of tasty silage. I was well into my second large mouthful when it hit me… blue. fucking. cheese. I about hurled.

I’m not sure about the origins of blue cheese (I read once that a sheep herder discovered it after leaving their cheese and bread in a cave for a week), but I do believe that it had nothing to do with the molding cheese being tasty. I tend to think that the name is derived from the reaction of the first person to try it, and not the coloring. Back to the origin, most likely, someone tricked a pally into eating some of the rot, and their bud, manning up, grinned (while turning a ghastly green) and put on a production about how good it was. People have been doing the same thing since… all in the name of watching others suffer.

Now, I am a person who realizes that tastes do change, and so I am willing to try hated foods every so often. Even shroobies. (Which still taste like shit.) I am even minded to try blue cheese at decade spaced intervals. (How anyone can like that is beyond me… excepting they’ve been dropped on their heads or suffered some other trauma that has brought about an olfactory disorder. The stuff tastes like vomit.) But to have me expecting “Spicy Ranch Dressing”, and to serve me with Blue Funk, someone should be stomped, tattooed, hung and then killed to death. (No, Pee Wee, we won’t let him go…)

‘Course, if I would bother to read the individual packaging, I may be able to avoid this crap altogether. But that’s beside the point…

Yo. It’s Friday. Normally, I usually would have a post or two up. And I should… I managed to write a couple of posts during the week, but I’m not in the mood to copy my scribblings from notebook to computer. My heart and mind are elsewhere. As in under a mountain.

Have yourselves a great weekend, but do not forget our fallen.

See ya in a week or two.

Sidenote… the pic in the banner is of the Tres Hermanos. L-R: The Perfect One, R, and yours truly.
*Banner is down for now… back up on Thursday.

If you’re wondering how the visit with Flat Stanley went, check it out below the fold… It’s the letter I sent my nephew, as well as a few pictures. [Read more →]