my buddy al

it looks al has finally won. it's about feckin time!!

i spent a good 5 minutes looking for a picture of al with the little satellite dish strapped to his head. al was a roving reporter at a political convention with a small satellite dish strapped to his head on an snl show. i became a life long fan of al when i saw that show.

does anyone have that photo??? i'd love to see it one more time before i die. i don't plan on dying for a few years so there's not a lot of urgency, it's just something i'd like to see.

i know a few far right wingnuts that hate al with a passion. they've hated him for years. i just can't understand how anyone could hate al. i'd vote for al unless he was running against my buddy mike huckabee. i like mike even more these days but that's another story. a story i plan to tell soon.

on a more serious note, i have a new roof.

the lousy roof cost me more than a new toyota corolla and what's the first thing that happened?

A FUCKING CROW SHIT ON IT!!!

i hate crows.

ask and ye shall recieve!



rebecca, sling and laura came through with the goods!

i really really love those sons of bitches.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

boy, am i glad i'm not a wealthy pro athlete!!

Sports Illustrated estimates that 78 percent of former National Football League players, within two years of retirement, are bankrupt or "under financial stress because of joblessness or divorce." Within five years of retirement, an estimated 60 percent of former National Basketball Association players "are broke." And at least 10 major-league baseball players fell prey to alleged fraudster Robert Allen Stanford, the magazine says.

so i'm doing better financially than 78 percent of former nfl'ers that have been retired for 2 years and i'm doing way better than 60 percent of former nba'ers that have been retired for 5 years. who feckin knew??

i find this surprising. i thought most nba and nfl players were college/university educated. gosh, do you think these guys got a free academic ride in exchange for the money their athletic talent generated for the university. i guess we can't expect more from a system where the football and basketball coaches make far more money than the professors.

in my opinion there is one primary reason for this situation.

feckin trophy wives!!!

if these guys hooked up with a grouchy old bag like the lovely mrs you know who they wouldn't be in the financial glue. of course they'd have to survive on an allowance of $15 per week and have a 9:00 curfew.

i manage to boost my allowance to $25 per week by collecting empty beer tins. lucky feckin me.

read the whole article, SPENDTHRIFT DUMBELLS

deader than a doornail

friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
i come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
the evil that men do lives after them....

for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. we seem to be lacking a few opposite reactions to mr jackson's death. allow me.

whilst others put m.j. on a pedestal, i tire of the tributes and blind adulation. we as a species have a unquenchable thirst to associate ourselves with celebrities. in our minds, we picture ourselves as being an integral part of the celebrity omelet. money flows from our pockets to the pockets of celebrities. that is the principal connection.

this is evidenced in peoples attitudes towards the downloading of music. many poor people are concerned that ultra rich celebrities aren't getting all that is due them due to file sharing. those condemning downloading seek to establish a connection between themselves and the artist producing the music. i have no problem with those people who choose not to share files but i have a problem with those people that choose to condemn those who do choose to share files. my parents and early teachers ingrained the concept of sharing in me when i was a child. but i digress.

michael jackson was not a saint. i choose to remember him as someone who took advantage of his fame and wealth to satisfy his deviant desires.

i hope elvis and his buddy nixon are waiting for m.j. at the pearly gates. i understand elvis didn't like people screwing with his little girl.




i love all you non-celebrity sons of bitches.

summer

is it just me or are the days getting shorter?

an attractive woman of color sat beside me on the bus and proceeded to read some religious book. the writing was a bunch of squiggles so i think it had something to do with islam.

a well dressed asian man sat across from me reading a christian bible, an old tattered king james version. he didn't interest me as much as the woman of color.

a middle aged exotic woman, possibly tibetan got on the bus and sat beside the asian man. she had some beads in her hands and closed her eyes while seemingly talking to herself. i couldn't take my eyes off of her. she wasn't drop dead beautiful but she had some sort of radiant beauty. her hair was jet black and she had real high cheek bones. an old girl friend always told me to be wary of women with high cheek bones but this woman truly had me transfixed.

i can't put my finger on it but the ladies seem to look a lot nicer in the hot weather ;)

riding the bus can be awfully nice at times but it can also be a total shitty experience depending on the weather and what sits beside me.

happy feckin father's day

the fast food princess painted this picture for my father's day gift. she has a flair for art.



sonny's not here today. he left me a gift but i'll save that for another post.

a song for sonny on pop's day.





i love you sons of bitches.

bovina sancta!

who knew???



call me grandpa!





i love these little sons of bitches

doctors, dogs and roofs

i had an appointment with the radio repairman (head doctor) this morning. as i left her office and entered the waiting room something came over me and i just blurted out, "fucking cracker factory". all the people with defective brains looked at me like i was nuts. i felt stupid at the time but i smile now as i recall the moment.

the feckin roof is still going nowhere fast. one of the downsides to this is ruby can't do her business in the yard when the roofers are wandering around so i've been walking her 4 times a day. i love walking behind her with a plastic bag and picking up her treasures. today something happened that only a dog owner can appreciate. ruby was having a large bowel movement and things were going well but she couldn't finish her business. it turned out she had eaten a piece of string and it was hanging out of her arse. i used my plastic bag to pull it out. i was pretty long. then i had to pick up the rest of her treasure. if i only had a camera at the time.

yesterday the roofers tore the top off the flat carport roof. it's one of those fecking tar and gravel deals. it turned out that the wood under the tar was rotten so all that crap has to be replaced.



i smile when i recall the doctor's office and ruby's string but i ain't smiling about that feckin roof.

i love you sons of bitches.

woe is me

casa myshkin is falling apart faster than a dodge mini van.

the feckin roof isn't done yet. the main part is done and it looks good but the guys are getting nowhere fast with the venting and soffits. they were painting some sheet metal and got paint all over my new hedge. i think a few shrubs might croak. i don't heppy over this.

sonny is out in the middle of nowhere with no internet access yet. i hope he gets the satellite deal working soon. i'm supposed to register him for the fall session at university tomorrow and one of the core courses is unavailable, they've also changed the website so my level of confidence isn't high. getting this done is one of the few things i take seriously these days.

the lovely mrs myshkin is being less than lovely these days. i may have to reschedule my departure for tralfamadore.

i hit the trifecta with the kind folks at cra, that's canada revenue agency, our version of the irs. for 3 years in a row i've been re-assessed. that's kinda like being audited in the u.s. this is one of the reasons i've been obsessed with government deficits and wasteful spending. so it goes, there are no taxes on tralfamadore or valhalla. valhalla's looking better everyday.


the day chrysler makes a product that doesn't suck is the day they start making vacuum cleaners.

ruminate on this

money....

compound interest has been called the 8th wonder of the world. the nasty little debt reminder above is subject to compound interest if not paid down. if anyone thinks the debt is going to paid down anytime soon i have a 1992 dodge mini van i'd like to sell.

i've got in a few very heated arguments over the practice of capitalizing public buildings and highways etc. in business it's common practice to capitalize an asset that will produce revenues over it's lifetime. this makes sense to me. anything that makes money is an asset in my books.

here's the rub. a government will build something, say low cost housing, for 100 million bucks and borrow the money cover the costs. rather than adding 100 million to the budget they will charge 5 million in the current year and spread the costs over the lifetime of the building. this works fine if the building makes money, i would call that an asset. but what if the building will never produce any profit and in fact will only become a money sucking sink hole over it's lifetime?

is this building an asset or a liability? i would call it a liability, so why capitalize it?

answer: to understate the public deficit. in short term thinking this works fine but the costs will continue ad infinitum and construction of new public works will continue and be capitalized thereby continually increasing the public deficits.

does anyone remember the accounting term "sinking fund"? a sinking fund was money put aside for future expenditures. i don't think many governments or corporations have sinking funds in 2009.

compound interest is great for the people collecting it but not very good for people paying it.

does anyone know what the "perfect tax" is?

the perfect tax is a tax that someone else pays.

i hope i haven't bored anyone.

chrysler/fiat

"The Italian automaker won't put any money into the deal but will give Chrysler billions worth of small car and engine technology."

i'm fascinated by the above statement regarding fiats deal with chrysler. if you want a few more details: THE DEAL MADE IN HEAVEN (OR HELL)

so fiat is giving chrysler billions of dollars worth of small engine technology.

firstly, i find it hard to believe that chrysler didn't know how to build a small engine. i guess they were even stupider that i thought if this is true. something tells me that they knew how to build a small engine. even if they didn't, who would want the technology of the lowest rated auto manufacturer? not me.

here's where i get confused. several years ago chrysler merged with mercedes benz to create DaimlerChrysler. so chrysler was aligned with one of the highest rated manufacters that came out with the smart car several years ago. since chrysler and mercedes were partners i would have to assume that chrysler was privy to mercedes small engine technology. or was chrysler so feckin stupid that they accepted a handful of magic beans rather than mercedes technology and quality.

something tells me that toyota and honda aren't losing any sleep over the chrysler/fiat deal.

i might be wrong in some of the above conclusions.

feel free to correct me if i'm wrong.


i love you sons of bitches.

behold.....

dual brown, take off your sunglasses and bask in the glory!



i wasn't kidding when i said 4 layers. this little beauty is almost full and they've only taken about 2/3 of the old stuff off.



there are nails everywhere. it's a good thing i have a corolla, they're nail resistant.

speaking of cars....

i read today that chrysler has the second worst quality rating of all the major manufacturers. guess which company is the worst?

fiat!!

a match made in heaven!

my head hurts

it's after 7:00 and the roofers are still going strong. the windows are shaking and my head hurts.

i was wrong when i said there were 3 layers of roofing. it turns out there are 4 layers. the feckin price just went up. it looks like flat screen tv's are going to be obsolete before i get one. so it goes.

the gang on the roof have blown the circuit breaker a few times with all the junk plugged in the electrical outlet.

i might volunteer to spend a few extra days at the cracker factory this week. sitting in a quiet office is much nicer that sitting under what seems like an earthquake. i'm at the cracker factory tomorrow but thursday and friday i'll be experiencing the music of nail guns, hammering and swearing. have i mentioned that the roofers swear a lot. it doesn't bug me. in fact, i like it because i can picture one of my tight arse neighbors having a conniption.

i've been playing around with "bing" since there's too much noise to watch a movie. at first i thought bing was kind of cool. it's ok if you're searching for something that's common but trying a few obscure things i got nothing. it looks like google is still the king. i should have known that the guys who sold me vista would come up with a second rate search engine.

silence is golden.

eyes don't fail me now.

we're getting a new roof. i'm so happy i could shit.

it's a big job. it seems we have 3 roofs right now. on the bottom there's a cedar shake roof and then there are two duroid shingle roofs on top of the cedar.

when the original cedar roof was put on there was no need for venting. cedar roofs can breathe. (so i'm told) when the cedar roof wore out someone put a duroid roof on top of it. when the first duroid roof wore out someone put another duroid roof on top. the problem is that duroid roofs don't breathe, they need lots of ventilation. we have no ventilation so the whole deal has to be removed and a whole new roof put on top of the trusses.

i got 4 estimates.

1. $20,500 + tax
2. $19,200 + tax
3. $14,700 + tax
4. $22,840 + tax

guess which one i chose. ( i didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday)

they are starting tomorrow and i have to select a color tonight. the problem is i'm semi color blind. the lovely mrs myshkin might be upset if i choose the wrong color. she's out for the evening so i'm on my own. the fast food princess is at university and sonny's a few thousand miles north of me so it's up to a color blind human and an anti social pitbull to make the selection. i'm leaning towards heatherwood or dual brown and ruby isn't the least bit interested at this point. she has no idea of the chaos that is gonna enter her world tomorrow.

it's going to take 5 to 7 days to complete the job. there go my feckin naps!

woe is me.

canada capitulates!

a canadian is being sent to the U.S. to serve time for selling marijuana seeds over the internet!

TOTAL FECKIN BULLSHIT!!

if you read the story above it looks like old marc emery is going to spend about 5 years in an american jail for selling feckin marijuana seeds! fuck, budgie seed contains marijuana seeds!

some people consider marc emery to be a saint and others consider him to be an asshole. i think he's just a guy who founded a nice business and made a few bucks. in fact he made more than a few bucks, it's said that he made millions. however, he donated most of the money to pro cannabis groups. he says that he's broke and asked for money to pay his legal bills.

i think obama should say; "we don't want that guy. he'll be a bad influence on our children. canada can keep their seed dealers!" too bad obama's too busy selling chevrolets to get involved in this.



nice cartoon, eh!

he's gone

sonny's on his way to the yukon. surprisingly, it's real hot up there right now. this is his 4th year in the exploration racket.

year 1 - he was 18 years old and had never had a job. i thought he might never get a job. i was totally choked as the young pup went through the security gates. i was worried about countless things.

year 2 - in his second year he had more confidence and was travelling with friends as opposed to year 1 when he boarded the plane all by himself and had no idea what he was getting into. i was pretty choked as he went through the security gates.

year 3 - he was an old pro and wasn't doing the shit jobs anymore. he was the coremaster and oozing confidence. i was a little choked as he went through the security gates. he was pretty sure this would be last year in the camps.

year 4 - he couldn't get the job he wanted upon graduation so there he was without a job. there were almost no exploration camps due to the economic meltdown and the inability of mining companies to raise funds. then he got the call, back up north. i was a tiny bit choked as he went through the security gates. my only concern is those feckin helicopters he rides around in. this year there are 4 exploration sites around the main camp. he'll be visiting all 4 sites for the core and the feckin things are only accessible by helicopter. so it goes.

this year he gets to wear his engineer's stainless steel pinky ring.

this was one of the helicopters servicing the sites 2 years ago. the tranmission broke as it was lifting off. at about 15 feet in the air it came down. lots of injuries but no deaths.