hearts

i just discovered hearts on vista. years ago i played this with the help of a bottle of scotch. those were the good old days.

i got creamed by the computer the first few games. i decided to name my opponents after my dead dogs. this didn't work because i couldn't bear tossing the queen to my best friends. i decided to rename my opponents after people i'd have no trouble tossing the queen at; barrack obama, stephen harper (canadian prime minister) and the pope.

barrack and stephen are ok but that motherfucking pope keeps giving me the queen. in the past i merely disliked the pope, now i hate the prick with a passion. it's a good thing i don't drink any more or in the blessed name of elvis i'd put a hole in the pope.



i love you sons of bitches

guess who returned...

three guesses, the first two don't count.



not to make light of the u.s. health care initiative but i found this clever:

Obama’s health care plan will be written by a committee whose head says he doesn’t understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn’t read it, signed by a president who smokes, funded by a treasury chief who did not pay his taxes, overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that is broke


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fucking religion

have you read this "Can Atheists Be Parents?"

it's worth a read.

i thought we were past the middle ages when the church made a habit of fucking anyone who had the temerity to question the dogma. i guess i'm wrong.

something tells me that being a person of religion does not automatically make someone a perfect person. it might be all a dream but i'm sure i've heard that a priest or two have diddled altar boys. am i dreaming this?

i also have this weird idea that loony religious parents have slaughtered their children so they could escape the evils of our planet. am i dreaming again? i also seem to remember a little escapade called the children's crusades several centuries ago. again, am i dreaming all this up?

i hope god is only a dream or i might have some pretty wicked punishment coming my way for these bad dreams.



fuck it, i'm having an ice cream sundae for breakfast. if it's my last meal i might as well have a good one.

happy anniversary

it was seven years ago today....



poor little ruby doesn't have a birthday, only an anniversary

more classy stuff

Find out if Sarah Palin would bang you at LiquidGeneration.com!

sarah loves me!

so i got that going for me too.

cash for clunkers.....

part of the cash for clunkers deal is to save the enviroment by getting people to drive cars with better gas mileage.

here's how you can save even more energy.

keep the car you already own.

the amount of energy it takes to produce a new vehicle, extracting the ore, refining it, transporting it, producing rubber, electronics etc all consume energy. lots of it.

i hadn't thought of this before but it makes a lot of sense. but we live in a society based on over consumption and growth at any cost.

old cars rock!

if i had a rocker launcher....

guess what i'd shoot if i had a rocket launcher.


times up.

if i had a rocket launcher i'd shoot every fat old asshole riding a motorcycle with an exhaust system that's loud enough to wake the dead. i am so sick of these feckin arseholes making all that noise. i can understand a teenager with a loud motorcycle. that's what young people do. we all did stupid stuff when were young but these fucking old idiots on loud motorcycles would have a rocket up their fat arses if i had my way.

i'm sure there's a noise bylaw these pricks are breaking but the police are too busy cashing their overtime cheques and managing their stock portfolios to bother enforcing bylaws.

i'm always thinking of starting political parties that focus on single issues. enforcing noise bylaws is working its way onto the list. first i have to save the turtles and rid the city of crows.

what came first?

no, not the chicken or the egg. that one's been done to death.

i ask what came first, man or god. in other words did man create god or did god create man?

i ask this because a good friend of mine's body is being ravaged by cancer as i type this. he has been placed in palliative care. mike is a saint, his nickname is ned flanders because he's incredibly honest and sincere in everything he does. mike was originally from the united states but came to canada as a conscientious objector to the vietnam war. mike was in the medical research racket before he came to the cracker factory and was passionate in his fight to legalize marijuana. it wasn't that he thought marijuana was a great substance, it was the criminal records young people were saddled with that made mike's hair stand on end.

has this caused me a crisis in faith? no, i have long since lost my faith.



one day i might find my faith, or not.

it's all in the name

last night i found a little clarity in the health care debate.

while channel surfing i came across some guys debating health care reform. they were all spewing the usual rhetoric and towing the party lines then one guy used a term that i hadn't heard before but instantly fell in love with.

MEDICAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX

after world war 2 dwight eisenhower warned against the military industrial complex and turned out to be prophetic.

those against health care reform might reconsider their opposition to reform if they thought of the status quo as the medical industrial complex.

remember:

the medical industrial complex with fuck you ad infinitum if allowed just as the military industrial complex does in search of profit.



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rats

i bought the iron maiden on july of last year. it came with a one year warranty including free tune ups for that period. i kept thinking that i'd take it in for a free tune up just before the warranty expired. well, i kept procrastinating and never got around to it. rats.

this morning it started jumping in and out of the small sprocket on the rear wheel. that's the gear i most often use so i don't heppy. if you're riding standing up and the chain slips the results can be painful, real painful.

luckily i was able to fix the problem but i would have far more confidence if the repair was done by a professional. not to mention i got my hands real dirty. i'm going to smell like varsol for the next day or so.

hijacked

yesterday blogger acted up on me.

i was unable to check anyone's blogs and also unable to see my own little enterprise.

i was informed that my computer was sending out automated messages. this was news to me. what in the hell was i sending out??

this freaked me out a little because i use the computer for lots of other stuff and didn't like the idea of being hacked and having my personal data at risk. i ran a virus check and everything seemed ok. i tried getting onto blogger again and was again told to piss off with the same message about automated messages being sent out.

these numbers, 4 8 15 16 23 42, kept appearing in the bottom right corner of the screen.

i was getting more and more worried about my personal data so i pulled the plug on the old computer. so sense taking chances.

things seem to be working better today but i don't heppy about yesterday's adventure.

when the news is not the news

guess what....

INDIA HAS A NUCLEAR SUBMARINE

what have you heard more about on the news lately; india building a nuclear submarine or michael jackson's journey to the afterlife?

i'm guessing that most people have heard more about the michael jackson saga, perhaps ad nauseum. to be fair, i have become a fan of old joe jackson in the past few weeks.

india and pakistan have had 3 wars since great britain did a cost-benefit analysis and vacated the region. pakistan also has nuclear weapons making the region perhaps more dangerous than the middle east with mr charm, mahmoud ahmadinejad, whispering sweet nothings in the ear of mr compasion, benji netanyahu.




i love all you sons of bitches