on xmas eve i purchased a pair of speakers on-line from future shop. they were an excellent deal, polk rti 12's, regular $1500 for $349. they're large speakers, 50 inches high and weigh 85 pounds each. i had visions of blowing the roof off our house.
today i received an email from future shop stating that there was a misprint on the website and the price was $349 for one speaker not the 2 speakers stated on the website. i was angry and called future shop to cancel the order. i was told that since the order had been processed and my credit card charged there was no way to cancel the order. i have one 85 pound speaker in transit. i don't happy!
after several calls i was told to refuse delivery and the speaker would be returned to the canada post warehouse and after 10 days it would be returned to future shop upon which my credit card would be refunded the $399. ($349 plus sales tax and some fucking enviromental charge) in the meantime i have the charge on my credit card with the hope some fucking crooked company will straighten out the charges. i've sent 2 emails complaining about the deceptive practice and so far haven't received a reply. maybe i'll send them a box of dog shit.
on a different note, i now have a coffee grinder along with some primo beans courtesy of sonny. so far i'm enjoying the freshly ground beans but the real test will be a few months down the road if i tire of grinding beans and cleaning the grinder.
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
xmas
merry feckin xmas from the great white north.
if you get the xmas blues, just remember there's a mental defective canadian who loves you like crazy.
if you get the xmas blues, just remember there's a mental defective canadian who loves you like crazy.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
the battery and the sonata
last thursday i had an important medical appointment. the doc was going to give me the once over and declare me fit for duty. i brushed my teeth, combed my hair and headed out to the mighty sonata. i pressed the key and nothing happened. i assumed the battery in the fob was dead and unlocked the door the old fashioned way, with a key. when i put the key in the ignition nothing happened, my feckin battery was dead!
i ran back into the house and quickly called the doctor. our free medical doesn't cover missed appointments and this was with a brain surgeon, king of the jungle and charges accordingly. i told him my dilema and after a little chat he said i was fit for duty and the phone consultation would suffice. no charge for a missed appointment.
now for the car. i called around and was told that the battery had to be ordered but they could probably get it for me in the afternoon. i waited for the lovely mrs myshkin to come home and give me jump start. she came home and when i opened her hood there was no feckin battery. those feckin germans had hid the battery somewhere in the rear of the car. have i ever mentioned how much i dislike bmw's, particularly X5's? upon reading the owner's manual i learned that there's jump start terminal under the hood. i found it and hooked up the cables. electricity went to the mighty sonata but not enough to start it. i called service department and they suggested finding the battery and jump starting from there. the lovely mrs myshkin wouldn't let me take her car apart so i threw the cables back into my trunk and went looking for neighbor to give a jump start. an east indian contractor lives to my east. i knock on the door and some woman answers and as luck would have it she can't speak english but manages to tell me that he's not home. i headed to the other neighbor and find some construction worker who happens to be doing some work for him. he asks if i have cables, i say yes and he agrees to meet me at my garage. when he pulls up and i go to get my cables from the trunk the feckin thing won't open because the electronic lock needs electricity. the lever inside the car won't work either. i'm fucked! i ran into the house and called the dealer, i was told there might be a keyed lock under the license plate so i removed the license plate and there is no feckin lock. the construction worker gets pissed and leaves.
a few minutes later and light went off in my head. i can pull the back seat down and crawl into the trunk and use the emergency lever. it worked! the trunk was open and i had the jumper cables but the construction worker had left. i'm fucked again. the lovely mrs myshkin volunteered to go find another neighbor for help. a lovely woman with a honda civic pulled up was ready to give me jump. i hooked up the cables and son of a bitch it wouldn't start. there was electricity but not enough to start the now not so mighty sonata. she was about to leave when she mentioned that she had a set of jumper cables so we decided to try her cables. son of a bitch, it worked! the mighty sonata sprang to life!
by now it was dark but i decided to drive to the shop without my headlights turned on just in case they would drain some valuable electricity. i made it to the shop without getting a ticket and had a gold diehard battery installed. all was well with the world.
i had used the old jumper cables countless times on my dad's honda and my old corolla as well as other small cars but the sonata needed more electricity than the old cheap cables could conduct.
so here's my xmas message: if you have chintzy jumper cables, toss them out and pick up some decent ones, at least 6 gauge.
has anyone heard john hiatt's new album? it's pretty good.
i love you sons of bitches.
i ran back into the house and quickly called the doctor. our free medical doesn't cover missed appointments and this was with a brain surgeon, king of the jungle and charges accordingly. i told him my dilema and after a little chat he said i was fit for duty and the phone consultation would suffice. no charge for a missed appointment.
now for the car. i called around and was told that the battery had to be ordered but they could probably get it for me in the afternoon. i waited for the lovely mrs myshkin to come home and give me jump start. she came home and when i opened her hood there was no feckin battery. those feckin germans had hid the battery somewhere in the rear of the car. have i ever mentioned how much i dislike bmw's, particularly X5's? upon reading the owner's manual i learned that there's jump start terminal under the hood. i found it and hooked up the cables. electricity went to the mighty sonata but not enough to start it. i called service department and they suggested finding the battery and jump starting from there. the lovely mrs myshkin wouldn't let me take her car apart so i threw the cables back into my trunk and went looking for neighbor to give a jump start. an east indian contractor lives to my east. i knock on the door and some woman answers and as luck would have it she can't speak english but manages to tell me that he's not home. i headed to the other neighbor and find some construction worker who happens to be doing some work for him. he asks if i have cables, i say yes and he agrees to meet me at my garage. when he pulls up and i go to get my cables from the trunk the feckin thing won't open because the electronic lock needs electricity. the lever inside the car won't work either. i'm fucked! i ran into the house and called the dealer, i was told there might be a keyed lock under the license plate so i removed the license plate and there is no feckin lock. the construction worker gets pissed and leaves.
a few minutes later and light went off in my head. i can pull the back seat down and crawl into the trunk and use the emergency lever. it worked! the trunk was open and i had the jumper cables but the construction worker had left. i'm fucked again. the lovely mrs myshkin volunteered to go find another neighbor for help. a lovely woman with a honda civic pulled up was ready to give me jump. i hooked up the cables and son of a bitch it wouldn't start. there was electricity but not enough to start the now not so mighty sonata. she was about to leave when she mentioned that she had a set of jumper cables so we decided to try her cables. son of a bitch, it worked! the mighty sonata sprang to life!
by now it was dark but i decided to drive to the shop without my headlights turned on just in case they would drain some valuable electricity. i made it to the shop without getting a ticket and had a gold diehard battery installed. all was well with the world.
i had used the old jumper cables countless times on my dad's honda and my old corolla as well as other small cars but the sonata needed more electricity than the old cheap cables could conduct.
so here's my xmas message: if you have chintzy jumper cables, toss them out and pick up some decent ones, at least 6 gauge.
has anyone heard john hiatt's new album? it's pretty good.
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, December 16, 2011
have i ever mentioned........
have i ever mentioned that i don't like cops?
behold a few of victoria's finest dealing with a few youths:
there were some videos on the news that showed much more brutality from victoria's finest but you get the idea. there was public outrage over the police brutality so an public inquiry was commissioned. can you guess the result?
POLICE CLEARED OF WRONGDOING IN BRUTAL ASSAULT OF INNOCENT YOUTH
this is what the cops do when there are witnesses and are restraining themselves. can you imagine what they do to people when there are no witnesses???
my second favorite xmas song:
i love you sons of bitches (unless you're a cop)
behold a few of victoria's finest dealing with a few youths:
there were some videos on the news that showed much more brutality from victoria's finest but you get the idea. there was public outrage over the police brutality so an public inquiry was commissioned. can you guess the result?
POLICE CLEARED OF WRONGDOING IN BRUTAL ASSAULT OF INNOCENT YOUTH
this is what the cops do when there are witnesses and are restraining themselves. can you imagine what they do to people when there are no witnesses???
my second favorite xmas song:
i love you sons of bitches (unless you're a cop)
Monday, December 12, 2011
hi ho, hi ho.,....
hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work i go....
after a few months on the bench i returned to the active roster today, lucky me. it was a depressing day. first i learned that my favorite clerk has decided to retire at the end of the year. good clerks are worth their weight in gold. next i learned that a long time colleague has leukemia and is off the shelf indefinitely. my friends are dropping like flies.
after a few hours it was down to business. i put on my coat and took a walk to chinatown to pick up some hand rolled tea. another bummer, the chinese herb store where i pick up tea had shut down. i found a "tea shop" and decided to give it a try. as soon as i walked in i knew it was a tourist trap, the clerks were dressed in fancy silk outfits and the store was spotless. plus they spoke perfect english. i found some nice tea and it was $78 for a little canister, a totally outrageous price so i declined their offer and left in search of another store. as luck would have it i found a grungy little herb store with a few shabbily dressed old chinese ladies behind the counter. they couldn't speak english for sour apples but when i said tea they pointed me in the right direction.
guess what. i found some beautiful packages of hand rolled tea for $6.99! what a difference, $78 vs $6.99.
what the hell, i decided to pick up some fish on the way home to celebrate.
i love you sons of bitches.
.
after a few months on the bench i returned to the active roster today, lucky me. it was a depressing day. first i learned that my favorite clerk has decided to retire at the end of the year. good clerks are worth their weight in gold. next i learned that a long time colleague has leukemia and is off the shelf indefinitely. my friends are dropping like flies.
after a few hours it was down to business. i put on my coat and took a walk to chinatown to pick up some hand rolled tea. another bummer, the chinese herb store where i pick up tea had shut down. i found a "tea shop" and decided to give it a try. as soon as i walked in i knew it was a tourist trap, the clerks were dressed in fancy silk outfits and the store was spotless. plus they spoke perfect english. i found some nice tea and it was $78 for a little canister, a totally outrageous price so i declined their offer and left in search of another store. as luck would have it i found a grungy little herb store with a few shabbily dressed old chinese ladies behind the counter. they couldn't speak english for sour apples but when i said tea they pointed me in the right direction.
guess what. i found some beautiful packages of hand rolled tea for $6.99! what a difference, $78 vs $6.99.
what the hell, i decided to pick up some fish on the way home to celebrate.
i love you sons of bitches.
.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
rapture
everyone needs something to look forward to. for the past month or two i've looked forward to last 20 minutes of my day. first i do a little fishing, then it's 20 minutes of deadwood. this is my 4th time through deadwood and so far i'm enjoying more now than i did the first time through and that's saying a lot!
last night i finished up season 1 and i experienced rapture! after the usual violence and foul language some beautiful light piano came on as al swearengen looked down at the characters in his bar. i thought that was it but a real treat followed. doc dancing with jewel! it was the perfect ending to season 1, something totally beautiful and touching. i would not have experienced rapture without enhanced music. if anyone is watching tv without a decent sound system, you're missing the best part.
in other tv news, i finished seson 4 of true blood earlier this week and i'm pretty sure that's it for me. it's just become a little too crazy for me. a bunch of crazy vampires was cool but with witches, werewolves, werepanthers, shifters, fairies and whatever else i've forgotten it's turned into a feckin comic book. but i still love the theme song.
i watched the first episode of boss with kelsey grammer and loved it. it might have been the opening music that caught my fancy; satan your kingdom must come down by robert plant. and kelsey grammer makes an excellent villain.
i started watching the pilot of terra nova and thought it was a piece of shit but things picked up when the nogoodnik dinosaurs showed up. it might have potential.
i'm looking forward to hell on wheels. westerns rock!
i love you sons of bitches.
last night i finished up season 1 and i experienced rapture! after the usual violence and foul language some beautiful light piano came on as al swearengen looked down at the characters in his bar. i thought that was it but a real treat followed. doc dancing with jewel! it was the perfect ending to season 1, something totally beautiful and touching. i would not have experienced rapture without enhanced music. if anyone is watching tv without a decent sound system, you're missing the best part.
in other tv news, i finished seson 4 of true blood earlier this week and i'm pretty sure that's it for me. it's just become a little too crazy for me. a bunch of crazy vampires was cool but with witches, werewolves, werepanthers, shifters, fairies and whatever else i've forgotten it's turned into a feckin comic book. but i still love the theme song.
i watched the first episode of boss with kelsey grammer and loved it. it might have been the opening music that caught my fancy; satan your kingdom must come down by robert plant. and kelsey grammer makes an excellent villain.
i started watching the pilot of terra nova and thought it was a piece of shit but things picked up when the nogoodnik dinosaurs showed up. it might have potential.
i'm looking forward to hell on wheels. westerns rock!
i love you sons of bitches.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
turn out the lights...
turn out the lights, the party's over!
i've been on medical leave for a few months and have to report back to the cracker factory on december 12. a few months of eating candy, watching tv and reading books has taken it's toll and the time has come to shape up or ship out. i've put on a few pounds and the challenge now is to drop those pounds so i can comfortably fit into my work duds. for the past few days i've had bean soup for lunch and dinner with no desserts and no halloween chocolates. it's killing me!
to show her support for my challenge, the lovely mrs myshkin went out and bought me half a dozen doughnuts this morning. so far i've resisted, my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak.
i didn't realize it but one of things in our culture that makes people fat is walmart!
DON'T BELIEVE ME -READ THIS!!
i had this nightmare that i was kicked out of my office and banished to a fecking cubicle. hey, wait a minute, it's not a dream. it really happened! what the fuck, i'll just spend more time on tralfamadore.
fecking cracker factory, i get no respect!
i love you sons of bitches.
i've been on medical leave for a few months and have to report back to the cracker factory on december 12. a few months of eating candy, watching tv and reading books has taken it's toll and the time has come to shape up or ship out. i've put on a few pounds and the challenge now is to drop those pounds so i can comfortably fit into my work duds. for the past few days i've had bean soup for lunch and dinner with no desserts and no halloween chocolates. it's killing me!
to show her support for my challenge, the lovely mrs myshkin went out and bought me half a dozen doughnuts this morning. so far i've resisted, my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak.
i didn't realize it but one of things in our culture that makes people fat is walmart!
DON'T BELIEVE ME -READ THIS!!
i had this nightmare that i was kicked out of my office and banished to a fecking cubicle. hey, wait a minute, it's not a dream. it really happened! what the fuck, i'll just spend more time on tralfamadore.
fecking cracker factory, i get no respect!
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
joe kapp!
the grey cup, canada's super bowl, is being played in vancouver today. the home town b.c. lions represent the western conference so a few b.c. lions from the past are part of the festivities. one of the biggest stars of the past is joe kapp. he led the lions to their first grey cup victory in 1964. joe went on to become a star in the national football league leading the minnesota vikings to the super bowl and then a semi big-shot college coach.
angela mosca was a defensive player for the hamilton tiger cats in the 1963 grey cup and injured one of the best players on the b.c. lions with a late dirty hit. angela was public enemy number one in b.c. and went on to become a famous bad guy pro rassler. joe and angela met up this weekend in a grey cup event and all hell broke loose. the two 73 year olds exchanged words and one thing lead to another. angela hit joe with his cane and joe punched his lights out:
oh yeah, the game is being played in our newly renovated stadium. about 500 million bucks were spent on renovating the stadium with the main upgrade being a retractable roof. it's been pissing down rain all weekend and guess what, the feckin roof leaks!
years ago the grey cup was known as the national drunk but things have changed and only a small fraction of canadians will get shit faced this weekend and sadly i won't be one of them. shit, you can't even get drunk and drive home these days.
i love you sons of bitches.
angela mosca was a defensive player for the hamilton tiger cats in the 1963 grey cup and injured one of the best players on the b.c. lions with a late dirty hit. angela was public enemy number one in b.c. and went on to become a famous bad guy pro rassler. joe and angela met up this weekend in a grey cup event and all hell broke loose. the two 73 year olds exchanged words and one thing lead to another. angela hit joe with his cane and joe punched his lights out:
oh yeah, the game is being played in our newly renovated stadium. about 500 million bucks were spent on renovating the stadium with the main upgrade being a retractable roof. it's been pissing down rain all weekend and guess what, the feckin roof leaks!
years ago the grey cup was known as the national drunk but things have changed and only a small fraction of canadians will get shit faced this weekend and sadly i won't be one of them. shit, you can't even get drunk and drive home these days.
i love you sons of bitches.
Monday, November 21, 2011
the media have no morals???
last sunday morning whilst watching a little television i stumbled upon a bbc program from australia debating whether or not the media has morals. i found myself glued to the tv and not changing channels every 30 seconds as i usually do. it wasn't so much the content that held my interest it was the style and grace of a few of the speakers. say what you want about the british, but when it comes to oration, they have no equals.
here is the first part of the program. i suggest you go to the the 6 minute 30 second mark and listen to kate adie wax poetic about the media morals. i could listen to her ad infinitum.
several of the speakers cited aljazeera english as being a very moral and truthful source of news. i spent some time reading reading their articles and deemed it bookmark worthy. this caught my interest, India battles a surge in diabetes it seems pollution and medical problems are the 2 largest exports of western economies these days.
to sum up, cnn is quickly turning into a tabloid style scandal sheet but i'm unable to fathom what direction the bbc is turning due to the hypnotic elegance of their journalists and i have a schoolboy crush on kate adie.
i love you sons of bitches.
here is the first part of the program. i suggest you go to the the 6 minute 30 second mark and listen to kate adie wax poetic about the media morals. i could listen to her ad infinitum.
several of the speakers cited aljazeera english as being a very moral and truthful source of news. i spent some time reading reading their articles and deemed it bookmark worthy. this caught my interest, India battles a surge in diabetes it seems pollution and medical problems are the 2 largest exports of western economies these days.
to sum up, cnn is quickly turning into a tabloid style scandal sheet but i'm unable to fathom what direction the bbc is turning due to the hypnotic elegance of their journalists and i have a schoolboy crush on kate adie.
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
buy nothing
in case anyone forgot, november 25 is BUY NOTHING DAY!
in addition to buying nothing it would be nice if people would register with ADBUSTERS and become an official CULTURE JAMMER! me and ruby have been culture jammers for years. the young and restless can occupy wall street but us more mature subversives can combat runaway consumerism with a little culture jamming.
speaking of retail larceny, i had to buy an hdmi cable for the tv i picked up for pops. the cheapest cable at best buy was $29.99. sonny told me to pick one up at the discount computer place. i got the same thing for $6.99! fuck best buy!
too bad i spilled the beans on pops age. i could have asked you to guess our individual ages with the sum total being 146 years. maybe next year.
i hope none of you sons of bitches buy anything on november 25!
in addition to buying nothing it would be nice if people would register with ADBUSTERS and become an official CULTURE JAMMER! me and ruby have been culture jammers for years. the young and restless can occupy wall street but us more mature subversives can combat runaway consumerism with a little culture jamming.
speaking of retail larceny, i had to buy an hdmi cable for the tv i picked up for pops. the cheapest cable at best buy was $29.99. sonny told me to pick one up at the discount computer place. i got the same thing for $6.99! fuck best buy!
too bad i spilled the beans on pops age. i could have asked you to guess our individual ages with the sum total being 146 years. maybe next year.
i hope none of you sons of bitches buy anything on november 25!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
90!!!
guess who turned 90 today!
that's my dad!!
i bought him a new tv and we celebrated by watching some deadwood this morning.
here's to you pops:
i love you sons of bitches.
that's my dad!!
i bought him a new tv and we celebrated by watching some deadwood this morning.
here's to you pops:
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
jackpot!
good things come to those who wait and i waited like crazy.
after halloween i picked up 4 boxes of potato chips and 2 boxes of nestle's little candy bars. there were some chocolate pumpkins marked down to 77 cents per 100 grams but i already had enough treats. on friday i noticed those cute little chocolate pumpkins were marked down to 44 cents per 100 grams so i figured what the hell and bought a bag. when i went to the self serve checkout they rang up as 24 cents per 100 grams. this made me happy! can you guess what i did next?
i bought 4 more feckin bags!
i meant what i said and i said what i meant, no marked down stale ju jubes this year.
5 bags of chocolate pumpkins!
so i got that going for me too, which is nice.
i'm sweet on you sons of bitches.
after halloween i picked up 4 boxes of potato chips and 2 boxes of nestle's little candy bars. there were some chocolate pumpkins marked down to 77 cents per 100 grams but i already had enough treats. on friday i noticed those cute little chocolate pumpkins were marked down to 44 cents per 100 grams so i figured what the hell and bought a bag. when i went to the self serve checkout they rang up as 24 cents per 100 grams. this made me happy! can you guess what i did next?
i bought 4 more feckin bags!
i meant what i said and i said what i meant, no marked down stale ju jubes this year.
5 bags of chocolate pumpkins!
so i got that going for me too, which is nice.
i'm sweet on you sons of bitches.
Friday, November 11, 2011
pipelines and lizards
i will no longer criticize obama. from this point forward i will no longer use the name obama, hence forth he will either been known as "shit for brains" or "fluff for balls" on this little blog.
this all relates to shit for brains decision to delay making a decision on the keystone pipeline until after his re-election bid. had he just said, no fucking pipeline, application rejected, i would have been fine with that but to sacrifice a multi-billion dollar project in favor of his own political well being is pathetic.
financial markets hate uncertainty and that's the main thing fluff for balls brings to the table, uncertainty. will he try to appease his unionized labor base or will he try to appease his nut job liberal base? who the fuck knows?
here is the canadian view on all this: Keystone Cops’ crippling U.S. economy
but i'd rather talk about lizards. recently i purchased an e-reader. it had 100 pre-loaded free books and i decided to read moby dick. moby dick didn't show up until the 94% mark of the book. it was tough slogging reading that book. then i read neuromancer. another tough book to read. so fuck it, i turned to the lizards!
harry turtledove's world war series might be the best sci fi books i've ever read. this will be the 3rd time i've read them. it's an alternate history. lizards from another star system land on earth ready to conquer the primitive natives they scouted several hundred years ago. the lizards arrive in the midst of world war 2 and the humans aren't as primitive and ill equipped as they thought. it makes for an excellent adventure.
i love you sons of bitches.
this all relates to shit for brains decision to delay making a decision on the keystone pipeline until after his re-election bid. had he just said, no fucking pipeline, application rejected, i would have been fine with that but to sacrifice a multi-billion dollar project in favor of his own political well being is pathetic.
financial markets hate uncertainty and that's the main thing fluff for balls brings to the table, uncertainty. will he try to appease his unionized labor base or will he try to appease his nut job liberal base? who the fuck knows?
here is the canadian view on all this: Keystone Cops’ crippling U.S. economy
but i'd rather talk about lizards. recently i purchased an e-reader. it had 100 pre-loaded free books and i decided to read moby dick. moby dick didn't show up until the 94% mark of the book. it was tough slogging reading that book. then i read neuromancer. another tough book to read. so fuck it, i turned to the lizards!
harry turtledove's world war series might be the best sci fi books i've ever read. this will be the 3rd time i've read them. it's an alternate history. lizards from another star system land on earth ready to conquer the primitive natives they scouted several hundred years ago. the lizards arrive in the midst of world war 2 and the humans aren't as primitive and ill equipped as they thought. it makes for an excellent adventure.
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
occupy vancouver
yesterday a woman died at the OCCUPY VANCOUVER TENT CITY. previously there was a small debate as to whether or not the city should deal with the tent city. predictably the mayor waffled on the whole issue passing it along to the fire department, police department and the health board. the health board was sent to check out health issues and found a mess complete with rats having a jolly old time co-habitating with the tenters. the fire department then took a look and talked the tenters into creating fire lanes in the tent city. the whole thing was very civilized. in fact i would say that the city coddled the tenters.
now the mayor had decreed that THE TENT CITY BE SHUT DOWN.
throughout the whole farce i have heard nothing about wall street or robber barons. instead we heard that the tenters were having meetings to figure out what they were doing and elect leaders. i would have thought these things should have been decided before setting up the tent city. the one protest i heard about was OCCUPY THE VATICAN PROTEST PARADE. i can't remember much coming about regarding the occupy the vatican movement but i would rather see the vatican brought down than the business world.
so what has happened as a result of the occupy vancouver movement?
1. a young woman died, probably a drug overdose. there has been no official cause of death disclosed yet.
2. the art gallery lawns have been turned into a shit hole.
3. the left wing mayor of vancouver will probably lose the upcoming mayoral election due to his molly coddling of the tenters.
i have referred the occupiers as tenters rather than protesters because i think a bunch of professional malcontents jumped on the occupy bandwagon with no real goal or agenda.
rented a tent, a tent, a tent. rented a tent, a tent, a tent. rented a tent a tent....
a young woman died needlessly.
i think this song is quite relevant.
i love you sons of bitches.
now the mayor had decreed that THE TENT CITY BE SHUT DOWN.
throughout the whole farce i have heard nothing about wall street or robber barons. instead we heard that the tenters were having meetings to figure out what they were doing and elect leaders. i would have thought these things should have been decided before setting up the tent city. the one protest i heard about was OCCUPY THE VATICAN PROTEST PARADE. i can't remember much coming about regarding the occupy the vatican movement but i would rather see the vatican brought down than the business world.
so what has happened as a result of the occupy vancouver movement?
1. a young woman died, probably a drug overdose. there has been no official cause of death disclosed yet.
2. the art gallery lawns have been turned into a shit hole.
3. the left wing mayor of vancouver will probably lose the upcoming mayoral election due to his molly coddling of the tenters.
i have referred the occupiers as tenters rather than protesters because i think a bunch of professional malcontents jumped on the occupy bandwagon with no real goal or agenda.
rented a tent, a tent, a tent. rented a tent, a tent, a tent. rented a tent a tent....
a young woman died needlessly.
i think this song is quite relevant.
i love you sons of bitches.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
battlestar galactica
it was tough work but someone had to do it. i recently finished watching all 4 seasons of battlestar galactica. as a longtime science fiction fan i thought battlestar was good but not the second coming as many critics made out. it got a little too full of itself in season 4. it seemed like all the rave reviews went to their heads.
i found the last 3 shows of season 3 to be the absolute pinnacle of the series. those shows were the trial of gauis baltar, the star of the series in my opinion. the series was on the cusp of greatness at that point but the bigshots running the show decided to get all artsy fartsy and topical. when the chief and colonel tigh were revealed to be cylons i was expecting great things but no, they pandered to the critics.
i've recently started watching deadwood for the 4th time. at first i was a little hesitant to commit myself to watching all 3 season again but after 5 minutes i fell in love all over again. this time around i've decided to pace myself. the plan is watch about 20 minutes each evening after a little fishing. i've said it before and i'll say it again, e.b. farnum and al swearengen are the best team in the history of television. i wonder how many times i'll watch the series before i croak?
i rest my case.
i found the last 3 shows of season 3 to be the absolute pinnacle of the series. those shows were the trial of gauis baltar, the star of the series in my opinion. the series was on the cusp of greatness at that point but the bigshots running the show decided to get all artsy fartsy and topical. when the chief and colonel tigh were revealed to be cylons i was expecting great things but no, they pandered to the critics.
i've recently started watching deadwood for the 4th time. at first i was a little hesitant to commit myself to watching all 3 season again but after 5 minutes i fell in love all over again. this time around i've decided to pace myself. the plan is watch about 20 minutes each evening after a little fishing. i've said it before and i'll say it again, e.b. farnum and al swearengen are the best team in the history of television. i wonder how many times i'll watch the series before i croak?
i rest my case.
Friday, October 28, 2011
go ahead and try this at home...
my left knee still hurts. i haven't ridden a bicycle in 4 days, so it is really sore. the reason i pulled my little stunt with the left leg is i have a bum right knee. the thought of not being able to hop up stairs on one leg really ate away at me so i decided to try it using my gimpy right leg but this time i didn't put one arm behind my back and allowed myself to hold onto the hand rail. drum roll please....
i did it. the secret is hanging onto the hand rail. the hand rail not only helped with my balance it allowed me to pull myself forward a wee bit. after doing one step i decided it was time to quit while i was ahead. once the left knee returns to form i'm going into training!
now the good news. i dropped into value village to look for a pair of jeans and hit the motherload. whilst trying on a pair of jeans i stuck my hand in the pocket and found 20 bucks!! and to top it all off the jeans were a perfect fit. proof positive that jesus loves me. it just goes to show that you don't have to go to church or be a particularly good person for jesus to love you. so i got that going for me too.
i'll bet THESE GUYS can't hop up the stairs on one leg or fit into a cheap pair of used jeans. but what the fuck, jesus probably still loves them.
and now, the world's best halloween song.
i love you sons of bitches.
i did it. the secret is hanging onto the hand rail. the hand rail not only helped with my balance it allowed me to pull myself forward a wee bit. after doing one step i decided it was time to quit while i was ahead. once the left knee returns to form i'm going into training!
now the good news. i dropped into value village to look for a pair of jeans and hit the motherload. whilst trying on a pair of jeans i stuck my hand in the pocket and found 20 bucks!! and to top it all off the jeans were a perfect fit. proof positive that jesus loves me. it just goes to show that you don't have to go to church or be a particularly good person for jesus to love you. so i got that going for me too.
i'll bet THESE GUYS can't hop up the stairs on one leg or fit into a cheap pair of used jeans. but what the fuck, jesus probably still loves them.
and now, the world's best halloween song.
i love you sons of bitches.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
don't try this at home
don't try this at home, i wish that thought was running through my head yesterday when i visited a friend. i was relating an incident where the elevator was out of order a few days earlier and i had to take the stairs and there were several people that were having a tough time climbing the stairs. i boasted that i could hop up the stairs on one leg with my hand tied behind my back. one thing led to another i decided to prove that i could do it. big mistake.
i stood at the bottom of the stairs on one leg with my left hand stuck in my back left pocket. it was real hard to get started because i seemed to lose my balance when i was ready to start hopping. after a few moments to get my bearings i hopped up onto the first step. it was not easy. the second step was not any easier. on the 3 step something happened to my knee when i landed and the demonstration was over. my feckin left knee is swollen and i can barely walk today. as they say, don't try this at home!
on a brighter note i got lucky with a remote control. i have an old jvc radio/cd/cassette in my bedroom that i listen to every night and hit the sleep button on the remote so it'll turn itself off should i drift off to sleep whilst listening to the news etc. the sleep button on the remote is almost worn out, i have to press it several times really hard to make it work. i've been looking for a new radio but i have an emotional attachment to the old jvc. by chance i checked out the harmony data base and was totally surprised that my 25 year old jvc boom box was in the data base. i quickly ran out and bought another harmony remote to program for the jvc. voila, it worked!
here are all my children:
here are the harmony remotes that i'm smitten over:
i love those harmony sons of bitches, you guys too.
i stood at the bottom of the stairs on one leg with my left hand stuck in my back left pocket. it was real hard to get started because i seemed to lose my balance when i was ready to start hopping. after a few moments to get my bearings i hopped up onto the first step. it was not easy. the second step was not any easier. on the 3 step something happened to my knee when i landed and the demonstration was over. my feckin left knee is swollen and i can barely walk today. as they say, don't try this at home!
on a brighter note i got lucky with a remote control. i have an old jvc radio/cd/cassette in my bedroom that i listen to every night and hit the sleep button on the remote so it'll turn itself off should i drift off to sleep whilst listening to the news etc. the sleep button on the remote is almost worn out, i have to press it several times really hard to make it work. i've been looking for a new radio but i have an emotional attachment to the old jvc. by chance i checked out the harmony data base and was totally surprised that my 25 year old jvc boom box was in the data base. i quickly ran out and bought another harmony remote to program for the jvc. voila, it worked!
here are all my children:
here are the harmony remotes that i'm smitten over:
i love those harmony sons of bitches, you guys too.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
ouch
i got my flu shot on thursday and today i have a sore throat. just a coincidence or do flu shots really give you a small case of the sniffles.
since it was free i won't complain or cry like a big baby. nope, i'm going to blame THIS SON OF A BITCH!
or how about THE APPLE GESTAPO!
as i previously wrote, i bought a new el cheapo computer. it works just fine and has similar specs to an apple computer costing many time more. i called a friend who recently shelled out about $2500 for an apple computer, $1700 for the computer and $800 for an extended warranty, service contract and a bunch of shit from the i store. when i called to tell him about my $359 bargain i was expecting him to say, "shit, i should have got one of those and saved a bundle." to my surprise he basically called me an idiot saying my new toy was a piece of crap and i should have got a quality machine like an apple. so it goes.
i love you sons of bitches.
since it was free i won't complain or cry like a big baby. nope, i'm going to blame THIS SON OF A BITCH!
or how about THE APPLE GESTAPO!
as i previously wrote, i bought a new el cheapo computer. it works just fine and has similar specs to an apple computer costing many time more. i called a friend who recently shelled out about $2500 for an apple computer, $1700 for the computer and $800 for an extended warranty, service contract and a bunch of shit from the i store. when i called to tell him about my $359 bargain i was expecting him to say, "shit, i should have got one of those and saved a bundle." to my surprise he basically called me an idiot saying my new toy was a piece of crap and i should have got a quality machine like an apple. so it goes.
i love you sons of bitches.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
toys
call me stupid and hit me with a stick but i'm watching the republican debate so i might as well drone on about some other nonsense whilst watching some guy called perry make an idjit of himself.
i bought a new desktop computer on the weekend. after intense pondering i said; feck it, i'll just buy the cheapest machine i can find that meets my needs. $359 and it works like a charm. this was the 4th desktop computer i've bought. previously the new toys required some tinkering before they were up and running but this little beauty just required me to follow the bouncing ball and it was off to the races. i'll thank bill gates for the simplicity. in the past i thought bill gates was evil, now i think he's a saint and steve jobs was the devil incarnate.
i also bought an e-reader. true to form i bought the cheapest one i could find. doing a little research i found people worried about whether the toy took 1 or 2 seconds to turn the page. we are a bunch of whiners. my el cheapo ereader works fine. it's simple to use and i can make the fonts as large as i want. lucky me.
oh yeah, this is day 7 with no candy. i'm seeing my doctor tomorrow and when she asks what i've done whilst off work on sick leave i'll proudly say, i haven't had a ju jube or peanut butter cup for 7 feckin days. so i got that going for me too. i haven't had a drop of alcohol for almost 6 years. big feckin deal, i get real tired of people thinking they're a feckin saint because they gave up a vice.
i love you sons of bitches
i bought a new desktop computer on the weekend. after intense pondering i said; feck it, i'll just buy the cheapest machine i can find that meets my needs. $359 and it works like a charm. this was the 4th desktop computer i've bought. previously the new toys required some tinkering before they were up and running but this little beauty just required me to follow the bouncing ball and it was off to the races. i'll thank bill gates for the simplicity. in the past i thought bill gates was evil, now i think he's a saint and steve jobs was the devil incarnate.
i also bought an e-reader. true to form i bought the cheapest one i could find. doing a little research i found people worried about whether the toy took 1 or 2 seconds to turn the page. we are a bunch of whiners. my el cheapo ereader works fine. it's simple to use and i can make the fonts as large as i want. lucky me.
oh yeah, this is day 7 with no candy. i'm seeing my doctor tomorrow and when she asks what i've done whilst off work on sick leave i'll proudly say, i haven't had a ju jube or peanut butter cup for 7 feckin days. so i got that going for me too. i haven't had a drop of alcohol for almost 6 years. big feckin deal, i get real tired of people thinking they're a feckin saint because they gave up a vice.
i love you sons of bitches
Saturday, October 15, 2011
occupy wall street
for the record, i like protestors. they wake people up and bring attention to problems or what the hell, they wreak havoc on law abiding citizens. so it goes.
the question i have is what is the goal of the occupy wall street crowd? from what i can gather these guys are mad at corporations for making too much money and not having a social conscience. also, i think these guys are anti republican and pro democrat. am i correct so far?
the most hypocritical thing i've seen in the whole deal is obama jumping on the cause and castigating the so called wall street corporations.
why is he a fecking hypocrite?
take a look at his LARGEST POLITICAL BENEFACTORS.
that's right, he takes a shit load of money from the very corporations he's criticizing in public but behind closed doors he's hopping into the sack with the captains of industry. the very banks that have benefited from his bailouts were in fact his largest contributors. i can't blame him for bailing them out but what he can be blamed for is not putting regulations in place to stop them from fucking up again.
that's it for now. my fecking desktop computer died and the fast food princess is going to set up the new one i bought this morning.
i love those protesting sons of bitches even if i think they're a wee bit misguided.
profit is the straw that stirs the drink in our society.
the question i have is what is the goal of the occupy wall street crowd? from what i can gather these guys are mad at corporations for making too much money and not having a social conscience. also, i think these guys are anti republican and pro democrat. am i correct so far?
the most hypocritical thing i've seen in the whole deal is obama jumping on the cause and castigating the so called wall street corporations.
why is he a fecking hypocrite?
take a look at his LARGEST POLITICAL BENEFACTORS.
that's right, he takes a shit load of money from the very corporations he's criticizing in public but behind closed doors he's hopping into the sack with the captains of industry. the very banks that have benefited from his bailouts were in fact his largest contributors. i can't blame him for bailing them out but what he can be blamed for is not putting regulations in place to stop them from fucking up again.
that's it for now. my fecking desktop computer died and the fast food princess is going to set up the new one i bought this morning.
i love those protesting sons of bitches even if i think they're a wee bit misguided.
profit is the straw that stirs the drink in our society.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
tomatoes
the tomato growing season is about over and although i lost the growing contest very badly to my father, i'm happy with the results.
these are the little beauties that have been ripening in the kitchen. of course there were more and you'll have to take me at my word that the best ones have been eaten.
whilst purchasing the plants in the spring i noticed some "yellow tomato plants" and couldn't resist picking one up and son of a bitch, i grew a yellow tomato and it's feckin huge. i took a picture of it beside ruby so you see just how big it is!
after a little fishing i decided to make some "butter toffee" coffee. it seems i fished a little too much and here's the result; the foot of god. i thought there was an image of jesus in the spilt coffee but after the fish wore off, jesus be gone.
on a different note, the doctor pulled me from the game and won't let me back in for at least 2 months. i don't know what the cracker factory will do without me. in fact the cracker factory doesn't really know what to do with me. this past spring they made me mentor to the young recruits but that didn't really keep me busy so i was also assigned to representing people with grievances. little did they know that i would fall in love with the book "speaker for the dead" and actually put a lot of effort into battling the evil corporation on behalf of all the aggrieved parties.
i love you sons of bitches.
these are the little beauties that have been ripening in the kitchen. of course there were more and you'll have to take me at my word that the best ones have been eaten.
whilst purchasing the plants in the spring i noticed some "yellow tomato plants" and couldn't resist picking one up and son of a bitch, i grew a yellow tomato and it's feckin huge. i took a picture of it beside ruby so you see just how big it is!
after a little fishing i decided to make some "butter toffee" coffee. it seems i fished a little too much and here's the result; the foot of god. i thought there was an image of jesus in the spilt coffee but after the fish wore off, jesus be gone.
on a different note, the doctor pulled me from the game and won't let me back in for at least 2 months. i don't know what the cracker factory will do without me. in fact the cracker factory doesn't really know what to do with me. this past spring they made me mentor to the young recruits but that didn't really keep me busy so i was also assigned to representing people with grievances. little did they know that i would fall in love with the book "speaker for the dead" and actually put a lot of effort into battling the evil corporation on behalf of all the aggrieved parties.
i love you sons of bitches.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
obama
let me begin by saying i was never an obama fan, in my opinion he reeked of narcissism from all the adulation he received leading up to the presidential election but that's only the opinion of an outsider. quick, name three harvard educated lawyers who aren't in love with themselves. i knew you couldn't do it.
maybe it was his color that made people think he would be the great friend to the poor or maybe it was just the fact he wasn't george bush that made people think the messiah had landed. i have seen the messiah and she has 4 legs, a nasty disposition and can fart with the best of them.
so i wasn't surprised when i read this, Obama: A disaster for civil liberties before reading this i thought all the criticism of his record on civil rights was just rhetoric from a bunch of conspiracy minded kooks but the facts speak for themselves. face it, as far as privacy and civil liberties go the cat is out of the bag. between surveillance technology and the growing chasm between the haves and the have nots, freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. so it goes. we are facing the same bullshit in canada but at least it's coming from a right wing douche who is pretty much doing what we all expected, being an asshole.
how to get the genie back in the bottle?
on a different note, i'm seeing the radio repairman (brain guy)so what the fuck, why not dispense a little childish watermelon humor.
in case you forgot, this will be my swan song. so it goes.
i love you sons of bitches.
maybe it was his color that made people think he would be the great friend to the poor or maybe it was just the fact he wasn't george bush that made people think the messiah had landed. i have seen the messiah and she has 4 legs, a nasty disposition and can fart with the best of them.
so i wasn't surprised when i read this, Obama: A disaster for civil liberties before reading this i thought all the criticism of his record on civil rights was just rhetoric from a bunch of conspiracy minded kooks but the facts speak for themselves. face it, as far as privacy and civil liberties go the cat is out of the bag. between surveillance technology and the growing chasm between the haves and the have nots, freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. so it goes. we are facing the same bullshit in canada but at least it's coming from a right wing douche who is pretty much doing what we all expected, being an asshole.
how to get the genie back in the bottle?
on a different note, i'm seeing the radio repairman (brain guy)so what the fuck, why not dispense a little childish watermelon humor.
in case you forgot, this will be my swan song. so it goes.
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
don't fence me in!
it seems our neighbors to the south are flush with cash again. what to do if you run out of cool spending ideas?
BUILD A FECKIN FENCE ALONG THE CANADIAN BORDER!
they've even got a cool web site detailing the Programmatic Environmental Impact Statement for CBP Activities Along the Northern Border of the United States
to be fair they're not talking about building a 6400 kilometer fence. nope, they're just going to build it in strategic areas of high risk. we might be stupid but i'm pretty sure we'll pick a spot without fencing if we want to sneak across.
i can picture the al qaeda boys watching the fence being built on their satellite tv's and giving each other high fives as the american deficit climbs. the war will be won through the wombs of their women and the financial strains resulting from their terrorist shenanigans.
i hope the american leaders don't expect us to pay half the cost of building the fence. we might give them a 10% discount on the price of canadian hardwood but that's as far as we'll go.
on a brighter note, the lovely mrs myshkin is in new york for the next week or so. so i got that going for me too which is really, really, really nice!
i love you sons of bitches.
BUILD A FECKIN FENCE ALONG THE CANADIAN BORDER!
they've even got a cool web site detailing the Programmatic Environmental Impact Statement for CBP Activities Along the Northern Border of the United States
to be fair they're not talking about building a 6400 kilometer fence. nope, they're just going to build it in strategic areas of high risk. we might be stupid but i'm pretty sure we'll pick a spot without fencing if we want to sneak across.
i can picture the al qaeda boys watching the fence being built on their satellite tv's and giving each other high fives as the american deficit climbs. the war will be won through the wombs of their women and the financial strains resulting from their terrorist shenanigans.
i hope the american leaders don't expect us to pay half the cost of building the fence. we might give them a 10% discount on the price of canadian hardwood but that's as far as we'll go.
on a brighter note, the lovely mrs myshkin is in new york for the next week or so. so i got that going for me too which is really, really, really nice!
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
what a bunch of whiners!
whilst we spoiled, lazy and largely overweight if not obese westerners bitch and squawk about paying an extra nickel in taxes or not having some government agency wipe our ass for us people in less fortunate countries will do almost ANYTHING FOR A BUCK.
a few highlights from the story:
Sheikh's father is also a rat catcher. His brothers sell vegetables from a cart and wish they could be rat catchers too.
Instead, they curl themselves, all 15 of them, into a 13-square-meter (140-square-foot) space with peeling paint, tattered plastic bags to hold their clothes and a fan that leaves everyone sweating.
while a certain country we all know and love has been spending trillions bombing the shit of impoverished nations its citizens have been demanding lower taxes and increased government entitlements. can you say HELLO GREECE!
we in the great white north have felt almost no pain in the current economic malaise unless you check on your global investments most mornings. why have we felt little pain? because the poor rat catchers and rummagers of chinese garbage have increased demand for oil and base metals. shit, if it gets too hard for some fat shit to walk the government will pay for an electric scooter. shit, fucking asshole evangelists are more concerned with curing homosexuality than curing poverty. we protest like crazy if some murderer gets snuffed for his crimes but don't blink when thousands die in drought stricken africa.
on a different note, i hear this song every morning when i open windows media player. it's a mystery to me why this happens, must be god's will. his priorities are all fucked up too.
i love you sons of bitches.
a few highlights from the story:
Sheikh's father is also a rat catcher. His brothers sell vegetables from a cart and wish they could be rat catchers too.
Instead, they curl themselves, all 15 of them, into a 13-square-meter (140-square-foot) space with peeling paint, tattered plastic bags to hold their clothes and a fan that leaves everyone sweating.
while a certain country we all know and love has been spending trillions bombing the shit of impoverished nations its citizens have been demanding lower taxes and increased government entitlements. can you say HELLO GREECE!
we in the great white north have felt almost no pain in the current economic malaise unless you check on your global investments most mornings. why have we felt little pain? because the poor rat catchers and rummagers of chinese garbage have increased demand for oil and base metals. shit, if it gets too hard for some fat shit to walk the government will pay for an electric scooter. shit, fucking asshole evangelists are more concerned with curing homosexuality than curing poverty. we protest like crazy if some murderer gets snuffed for his crimes but don't blink when thousands die in drought stricken africa.
on a different note, i hear this song every morning when i open windows media player. it's a mystery to me why this happens, must be god's will. his priorities are all fucked up too.
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, September 16, 2011
one lousy tomato
a summer of love and nurturing has resulted in one lousy ripe tomato!
if i'm lucky enough to get a week of sunny warm weather there could be many more ripe tomatoes but there are 2 chances of that happening and slim just left town. the most memorable moment of growing these beauties was when i noticed the first tomato forming on the vine. i had an instinctive reaction that got me in hot water with the lovely mrs myshkin. without thinking i loudly blurted out; "fuck me, i got a tomato!"
unfortunately my elderly neighbor was in his yard and the lovely mrs myshkin was on the deck and they both heard my excitement. so it goes.
remember the good old days on tv before political correctness?
i love you sons of bitches!
if i'm lucky enough to get a week of sunny warm weather there could be many more ripe tomatoes but there are 2 chances of that happening and slim just left town. the most memorable moment of growing these beauties was when i noticed the first tomato forming on the vine. i had an instinctive reaction that got me in hot water with the lovely mrs myshkin. without thinking i loudly blurted out; "fuck me, i got a tomato!"
unfortunately my elderly neighbor was in his yard and the lovely mrs myshkin was on the deck and they both heard my excitement. so it goes.
remember the good old days on tv before political correctness?
i love you sons of bitches!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
nirvana
have you ever experienced nirvana?
nirvana is a difficult thing to put your finger on but that can be a good thing. in my mind i experienced nirvana 2 nights ago. years ago i felt that i would come close to experiencing nirvana through meditation. i might have come close a few times but probably missed it by a fair margin.
several years ago whilst riding my bike through a light rain before the sun came up i experienced true bliss and i'll never forget the moment. occasionally i'll try and find the perfect gear and the perfect pace and i got lucky that day. the fact that it was dark, there was no traffic and the air was very clean had a great deal to do with it. there's just something about riding a bike in pure silence with a soft breeze and a light shower of rain that is magical to me. it's the sort of thing that just happens. if you think about it and try to achieve it, it'll never happen.
i started watching lexx about a week ago and it was a little tedious to begin with. the episodes were 2 hours long and i was constantly pressing the display button to see how much time was left. episode three was finishing up when lexx took off from the planet and began it's journey through time and space when i was overcome by bliss. to be fair, this episode of bliss was electronically aided by surround sound and a little herbal refreshment earlier in the evening but i was in total bliss for a few minutes as lexx traveled through space and i was immersed in some sweet music.
so i got that going for me too, which is nice.
i love you sons of bitches.
nirvana is a difficult thing to put your finger on but that can be a good thing. in my mind i experienced nirvana 2 nights ago. years ago i felt that i would come close to experiencing nirvana through meditation. i might have come close a few times but probably missed it by a fair margin.
several years ago whilst riding my bike through a light rain before the sun came up i experienced true bliss and i'll never forget the moment. occasionally i'll try and find the perfect gear and the perfect pace and i got lucky that day. the fact that it was dark, there was no traffic and the air was very clean had a great deal to do with it. there's just something about riding a bike in pure silence with a soft breeze and a light shower of rain that is magical to me. it's the sort of thing that just happens. if you think about it and try to achieve it, it'll never happen.
i started watching lexx about a week ago and it was a little tedious to begin with. the episodes were 2 hours long and i was constantly pressing the display button to see how much time was left. episode three was finishing up when lexx took off from the planet and began it's journey through time and space when i was overcome by bliss. to be fair, this episode of bliss was electronically aided by surround sound and a little herbal refreshment earlier in the evening but i was in total bliss for a few minutes as lexx traveled through space and i was immersed in some sweet music.
so i got that going for me too, which is nice.
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
the roo
sonny dropped by to fix some of my stuff and took this cool picture of the roo.
oh yeah, happy feckin labor day!
i love you sons of bitches.
oh yeah, happy feckin labor day!
i love you sons of bitches.
Monday, August 29, 2011
the old girl
this past week marked ruby's 9th anniversary with the myskins. she was an orphan from the shelter and were told that she was a lab cross and wouldn't grow much bigger than the 35 pounds she was at the time of adoption.
it soon became apparent that she wasn't a lab cross and was going to weigh considerably more than 35 pounds. she was a totally wild street urchin when we took her home. at first i thought she was part harmonium the way she attached herself to the nearest human and had to be pried loose. when i took her outside to pee she was more interested in eating bugs. i guess bugs were part of her diet living on the streets.
that was then, this is now. the old girl is definitely slowing down.
on a different note; leslie get the hammer.....
me and ruby love you sons of bitches.
it soon became apparent that she wasn't a lab cross and was going to weigh considerably more than 35 pounds. she was a totally wild street urchin when we took her home. at first i thought she was part harmonium the way she attached herself to the nearest human and had to be pried loose. when i took her outside to pee she was more interested in eating bugs. i guess bugs were part of her diet living on the streets.
that was then, this is now. the old girl is definitely slowing down.
on a different note; leslie get the hammer.....
me and ruby love you sons of bitches.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
apples and guilt
a few weeks ago i was buying a lovely bag of golden delicious apples at a beat up old supermarket that has very good prices. i had painstakingly selected near perfect specimens; rock hard and no bruising. when the cashier put them on the scale and punched in the code they came up on the screen as red delicious. the cashier was an elderly asian woman with poor eyesight. she picked up the apples held them to her face and determined that they weren't red. she voided the transaction and put them back on the scale, none to gently. again she put in the wrong code but couldn't void the transaction. she kept taking them off and putting them back on the scale and trying different codes. all the time i was cringing every time she slammed them on the scale. finally i told her that i didn't want the apples anymore because she was bruising the living crap out of them and i walked off uttering a few colorful words. after getting home i felt a little guilty over the way i had acted.
a few days ago i went back and found some lovely granny smith apples. again i painstakingly picked out some fine specimens and headed to the checkout. son of a bitch, the same woman was on the cashier. i was feeling a little sheepish over my little tantrum the last time i tried to buy apples and hoped she wouldn't recognize me. she picked up my apples, slammed them on the scale and entered the code. son of bitch if she didn't punch in the code for red delicious apples again. she took the apples off the scale and held to her face and figured out that they weren't red. i was no longer feeling sheepish and was ready to really tell her what a feckin idiot she was but the second time she got the code right and i was on my way. my apples were slightly bruised but my guilt was gone.
i wonder how many feckin apples she' bruised in her career?
i love you sons of bitches.
a few days ago i went back and found some lovely granny smith apples. again i painstakingly picked out some fine specimens and headed to the checkout. son of a bitch, the same woman was on the cashier. i was feeling a little sheepish over my little tantrum the last time i tried to buy apples and hoped she wouldn't recognize me. she picked up my apples, slammed them on the scale and entered the code. son of bitch if she didn't punch in the code for red delicious apples again. she took the apples off the scale and held to her face and figured out that they weren't red. i was no longer feeling sheepish and was ready to really tell her what a feckin idiot she was but the second time she got the code right and i was on my way. my apples were slightly bruised but my guilt was gone.
i wonder how many feckin apples she' bruised in her career?
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
water, water. water.......
whilst perusing the news i noticed an article on INFRASTRUCTURE PROBLEMS WITH WATER SYSTEMS in the land of plenty, the united states.
i read somewhere that us humans have a lot of water in our shells and we need a lot of the stuff to maintain and cleanse our shells so i guess this might be a problem that should be addressed. the west coast of british columbia is often referred to as a rain forest. we have lots of trees and it rains a lot so the label of rain forest isn't far off the mark.
we take our water very serious up here. years ago when the free trade agreement with the united states was being hammered out the main concern of ordinary working canadians was water. for as long as i can remember people have always worried about "those fucking americans want our water." we didn't really worry about jobs and commerce it was the water we wanted to protect.
i don't think we have a water infrastructure problem in the lower mainland of british columbia because we're always building something to keep care of the water and it ain't cheap. i pay about $1150 per year for water and sewage. it's probably a good deal because we have beautifully fresh drinkable water coming out of our taps. it's a mystery to me why people around here pay for bottled water. i guess they have more money than brains. right now we're drilling a hole in a local mountain to keep up with the demand for water and we're always ripping up roads to put in new water pipes. funny thing, people never complain about the cost of maintaining our water infrastructure. raise the gas tax 2 cents per litre and all hell will break loose but raise water rates a few hundred bucks and nobody bats an eyelash.
so here's my question, what do you pay for your water and what is the quality? do you drink tap water and can your kids turn on the outside tap on a hot day and drink water out of the garden hose. would the tea party agree to a tax that would be directed towards maintaining your water supply?
i love you sons of bitches.
i read somewhere that us humans have a lot of water in our shells and we need a lot of the stuff to maintain and cleanse our shells so i guess this might be a problem that should be addressed. the west coast of british columbia is often referred to as a rain forest. we have lots of trees and it rains a lot so the label of rain forest isn't far off the mark.
we take our water very serious up here. years ago when the free trade agreement with the united states was being hammered out the main concern of ordinary working canadians was water. for as long as i can remember people have always worried about "those fucking americans want our water." we didn't really worry about jobs and commerce it was the water we wanted to protect.
i don't think we have a water infrastructure problem in the lower mainland of british columbia because we're always building something to keep care of the water and it ain't cheap. i pay about $1150 per year for water and sewage. it's probably a good deal because we have beautifully fresh drinkable water coming out of our taps. it's a mystery to me why people around here pay for bottled water. i guess they have more money than brains. right now we're drilling a hole in a local mountain to keep up with the demand for water and we're always ripping up roads to put in new water pipes. funny thing, people never complain about the cost of maintaining our water infrastructure. raise the gas tax 2 cents per litre and all hell will break loose but raise water rates a few hundred bucks and nobody bats an eyelash.
so here's my question, what do you pay for your water and what is the quality? do you drink tap water and can your kids turn on the outside tap on a hot day and drink water out of the garden hose. would the tea party agree to a tax that would be directed towards maintaining your water supply?
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, August 12, 2011
let's talk money
since i love you sons of bitches i'm going to dispense some free financial advice.
bear in mind that you get what you pay for.
1. fuck financial advisers. i know lots of real smart people who trust their money to financial advisers who are less intelligent than themselves. most financial advisers are salesmen. they are selling their services and are only too happy to put you into a mutual fund that will pay them a trailer fee for as long as you hold the investment. don't be lazy, do your own homework.
2. fuck diversification. the answer is simple, only buy the good stuff. history has proven that companies paying dividends and that have a record of increasing dividends have been the best performers by a large margin.
3. fuck risk. stick to companies with a sustainable business model. avoid companies that have to spend large amounts of money just to keep their market share. two examples are high tech companies and gold miners. high tech companies have to continually come up with new products and the competition is fierce. gold mines have a depleting resource and are constantly spending money on exploration and development with no assurance of success. well run banks and pipelines are good examples of sustainable business models. pipelines are my favorite because in addition to being sustainable there are huge barriers to entry by competitors. you don't wake up one morning and decide to build a pipeline. i'm talking oil and nat gas pipelines not pharmaceuticals with a product pipeline.
4. fuck greed. this one is this most important. don't get greedy, take what the market will give you. remember; bears make money, bulls make money and pigs get slaughtered. i've learned that if your goal is to make a return of 5% per year you'll probably make 10% but if your goal is to make 10% per year you'll be lucky to make 5% and stand a good chance of losing money.
5. fuck complexity. leverage and margin are for the pros and don't even think about foreign exchange.
6. fuck depending on your investments. i've noticed that people relying on investment income perform much more poorly than those who don't depend on an income from the market. never touch your principal.
7. fuck envy. don't compete with a friend who got lucky and had a big winner.
some bitter people continually complain about the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. well guess what, the rich are usually smarter and almost always work harder.
of course you could copy my good friend noel constant and buy companies based on the bible. start at the beginning of the bible and invest in companies with symbols that match the narrative of the good book. you'll get rich but your son will piss it all away end up being called unk.
fuck that was long winded.
mr shife inspired me to find this, pay close attention if you want to get rich!
i love you sons of bitches.
bear in mind that you get what you pay for.
1. fuck financial advisers. i know lots of real smart people who trust their money to financial advisers who are less intelligent than themselves. most financial advisers are salesmen. they are selling their services and are only too happy to put you into a mutual fund that will pay them a trailer fee for as long as you hold the investment. don't be lazy, do your own homework.
2. fuck diversification. the answer is simple, only buy the good stuff. history has proven that companies paying dividends and that have a record of increasing dividends have been the best performers by a large margin.
3. fuck risk. stick to companies with a sustainable business model. avoid companies that have to spend large amounts of money just to keep their market share. two examples are high tech companies and gold miners. high tech companies have to continually come up with new products and the competition is fierce. gold mines have a depleting resource and are constantly spending money on exploration and development with no assurance of success. well run banks and pipelines are good examples of sustainable business models. pipelines are my favorite because in addition to being sustainable there are huge barriers to entry by competitors. you don't wake up one morning and decide to build a pipeline. i'm talking oil and nat gas pipelines not pharmaceuticals with a product pipeline.
4. fuck greed. this one is this most important. don't get greedy, take what the market will give you. remember; bears make money, bulls make money and pigs get slaughtered. i've learned that if your goal is to make a return of 5% per year you'll probably make 10% but if your goal is to make 10% per year you'll be lucky to make 5% and stand a good chance of losing money.
5. fuck complexity. leverage and margin are for the pros and don't even think about foreign exchange.
6. fuck depending on your investments. i've noticed that people relying on investment income perform much more poorly than those who don't depend on an income from the market. never touch your principal.
7. fuck envy. don't compete with a friend who got lucky and had a big winner.
some bitter people continually complain about the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. well guess what, the rich are usually smarter and almost always work harder.
of course you could copy my good friend noel constant and buy companies based on the bible. start at the beginning of the bible and invest in companies with symbols that match the narrative of the good book. you'll get rich but your son will piss it all away end up being called unk.
fuck that was long winded.
mr shife inspired me to find this, pay close attention if you want to get rich!
i love you sons of bitches.
Monday, August 8, 2011
fifty feckin six
this past weekend marked the passing of another year for you know who.
can anyone guess what the lovely mrs myshkin had to say???
how about who gives a shit!
if she was speaking to me that might have been her reaction.
in any case i've made through 56 years. if you divide 56 by 2 you'll end up with 28 and that's a birthday i'll never forget. leading up to my 28th birthday my friends were daring me to drink 28 cans of beer to mark the occasion. since i wasn't a girly boy scrapbooker i accepted the challenge. it was a real hot day so i had a good thirst. truth be told i'm not sure if i made to 28 or not but i'll never forget how i felt the next day. my whole body ached and i felt like death warmed over, i may have had alcohol poisoning. that was the last time i tried to drink my age.
i had a little herbal refreshment and watched a few episodes of battlestar galactica. battlestar has the coolest soundtrack and i didn't spare the decibels.
56, if that isn't nice, what is?
i love you sons of bitches.
(did you notice charlie brown's tomato plant up top?)
can anyone guess what the lovely mrs myshkin had to say???
how about who gives a shit!
if she was speaking to me that might have been her reaction.
in any case i've made through 56 years. if you divide 56 by 2 you'll end up with 28 and that's a birthday i'll never forget. leading up to my 28th birthday my friends were daring me to drink 28 cans of beer to mark the occasion. since i wasn't a girly boy scrapbooker i accepted the challenge. it was a real hot day so i had a good thirst. truth be told i'm not sure if i made to 28 or not but i'll never forget how i felt the next day. my whole body ached and i felt like death warmed over, i may have had alcohol poisoning. that was the last time i tried to drink my age.
i had a little herbal refreshment and watched a few episodes of battlestar galactica. battlestar has the coolest soundtrack and i didn't spare the decibels.
56, if that isn't nice, what is?
i love you sons of bitches.
(did you notice charlie brown's tomato plant up top?)
Thursday, August 4, 2011
who gives a shit
do you ever get tired of being nice?
want to have a little fun?
i was thinking about searching all the blogs about scrapbooking or some other sucky subject and leaving the comment "who gives a shit"
brilliant idea or childish prank?
who gives a shit!
i love you sons of bitches
want to have a little fun?
i was thinking about searching all the blogs about scrapbooking or some other sucky subject and leaving the comment "who gives a shit"
brilliant idea or childish prank?
who gives a shit!
i love you sons of bitches
Friday, July 29, 2011
time flies...
wow, it seems like just yesterday that i was droning on about the fool with the motorized bicycle. how time flies.
have i ever told you sons of bitches why i love you?
i love you sons of bitches because you never point out all the grammatical mistakes and missing words from my posts. i'm usually multitasking or arguing with ruby while composing these wee epistles and don't bother proof reading. even when i do a little proof reading i usually miss the errors. a few days later i'll take a look at what seemed brilliant a few days earlier and notice all the errors not to mention realizing that my thoughts were light years away from being brilliant. so it goes.
anyone want to trade a pound of smoked hazelnut coffee for a pound of blueberry cinnamon? the blueberry cinnamon is gone and smoked hazelnut seemed like a more manly coffee so i laid down my 8 bucks and picked up bag. it's ok but it's no godiva chocolate! i'll be returning to chocolate next purchase.
i think you sons of bitches might like this....
have i mentioned that i love you sons of bitches?
have i ever told you sons of bitches why i love you?
i love you sons of bitches because you never point out all the grammatical mistakes and missing words from my posts. i'm usually multitasking or arguing with ruby while composing these wee epistles and don't bother proof reading. even when i do a little proof reading i usually miss the errors. a few days later i'll take a look at what seemed brilliant a few days earlier and notice all the errors not to mention realizing that my thoughts were light years away from being brilliant. so it goes.
anyone want to trade a pound of smoked hazelnut coffee for a pound of blueberry cinnamon? the blueberry cinnamon is gone and smoked hazelnut seemed like a more manly coffee so i laid down my 8 bucks and picked up bag. it's ok but it's no godiva chocolate! i'll be returning to chocolate next purchase.
i think you sons of bitches might like this....
have i mentioned that i love you sons of bitches?
Friday, July 22, 2011
a dream come true
i've always hated those bicycles with small gas engines attached to the frames. they usually make a lot of noise and spew a lot of noxious smoke. whenever one of the abominations ruins the peace and tranquility in the park i have a strong urge to toss a stick into its spokes.
today whilst riding back from the grocery store with a lovely little bag of golden delicious apples a large man on a bike came around the corner and almost hit me. i had to slam on my breaks to avoid the collision and was not happy. then i noticed he had a little 2 stroke engine attached to the frame of his bike. the anger microchip in my brain overruled the logic microchip on my brain and i called him a fucking idiot. had the logic microchip been working i would have taken into account the fact that he was about 100 pounds heavier than me and about 25 years younger than me. so it goes.
have you ever noticed that fucking idiots get upset when you call them fucking idiots? baby huey got upset and started swearing at me and with my anger microchip thoroughly in charge of my brain i one upped him and included his physical attributes and questionable intelligence in my colorful retort. we had a big stare down and he got off his bike. luckily my logic microchip regained control and i rode off but i couldn't resist one last comment; "you fat lazy shit, why don't you try using your pedals." i looked back several times to see if he was following me but he was nowhere to be found.
i usually regret these crazy outbursts but this time i'm very happy that i told baby huey what a fucking idiot he was.
i love you sons of bitches.
today whilst riding back from the grocery store with a lovely little bag of golden delicious apples a large man on a bike came around the corner and almost hit me. i had to slam on my breaks to avoid the collision and was not happy. then i noticed he had a little 2 stroke engine attached to the frame of his bike. the anger microchip in my brain overruled the logic microchip on my brain and i called him a fucking idiot. had the logic microchip been working i would have taken into account the fact that he was about 100 pounds heavier than me and about 25 years younger than me. so it goes.
have you ever noticed that fucking idiots get upset when you call them fucking idiots? baby huey got upset and started swearing at me and with my anger microchip thoroughly in charge of my brain i one upped him and included his physical attributes and questionable intelligence in my colorful retort. we had a big stare down and he got off his bike. luckily my logic microchip regained control and i rode off but i couldn't resist one last comment; "you fat lazy shit, why don't you try using your pedals." i looked back several times to see if he was following me but he was nowhere to be found.
i usually regret these crazy outbursts but this time i'm very happy that i told baby huey what a fucking idiot he was.
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
this and that
i served blueberry cinnamon coffee to a few friends yesterday and they loved it. i didn't tell them it was blueberry cinnamon, no need to make them feel gay.
my harmon kardon receiver started to make the humming noise again. after monkeying around with it for a while i discovered that it's the left surround channel that's making the noise. i've been threatening it for months but this time i followed through! there is no hum in the front channels so i moved it to my bedroom and moved the old harmon kardon to the bat cave. there is a huge difference in power between the 2 receivers but at least there's no fecking humming and the the brute sounds excellent in my bedroom with 2 speakers.
i spent yesterday checking out used receivers on craigslist and found a 2 year old yamaha that would be a good fill in until i make make up my mind just what direction i want to go with new toys. it's a chinese guy selling it and i we are having a big problem hooking up. he wants to meet me in front of a best buy store to make the deal and i want to hear it working before buying it. he can't grasp the concept that i won't take him at his word that everything works. so it goes.
are you sick of the debt ceiling talks?
i love you sons of bitches.
my harmon kardon receiver started to make the humming noise again. after monkeying around with it for a while i discovered that it's the left surround channel that's making the noise. i've been threatening it for months but this time i followed through! there is no hum in the front channels so i moved it to my bedroom and moved the old harmon kardon to the bat cave. there is a huge difference in power between the 2 receivers but at least there's no fecking humming and the the brute sounds excellent in my bedroom with 2 speakers.
i spent yesterday checking out used receivers on craigslist and found a 2 year old yamaha that would be a good fill in until i make make up my mind just what direction i want to go with new toys. it's a chinese guy selling it and i we are having a big problem hooking up. he wants to meet me in front of a best buy store to make the deal and i want to hear it working before buying it. he can't grasp the concept that i won't take him at his word that everything works. so it goes.
are you sick of the debt ceiling talks?
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, July 15, 2011
the debt ceiling
i didn't want to do it but i guess someone has to solve this little problem. your politicians are a bunch of fucking gutless wonders too busy worrying about offending their base rather than solving the problem.
i will solve your problems gratis, pro bono, no fucking charge......
1. impose a VAT, VALUE ADDED TAX.
shit, most countries have a VAT. it's a tax on consumption. look in the fucking mirror, you fools consume too much!
2. do away with mortgage interest being tax deductible. having mortgages be tax deductible drives up the price of housing and is unfair to renters. it also encourages fools to go deeper into debt. i seem to remember reading something about shitloads of fools taking out huge mortgages and not being able to make the payments. but here's the real reason mortgages should not be tax deductible:
DEBT KILLS! people hate paying taxes and will do almost anything to reduce the amount they of tax they pay. the real winners in mortgages being tax deductible are the banks. with a fractional banking system the banks have oodles of cash to loan and are only too happy to help the rubes save a little tax. more people would pay off their mortgages and gain a little financial freedom if the tax break ceased. the captains of industry want an indebted work force.
one more thing. 51% of you don't pay any income tax. it really rubs me the wrong way when people who pay no tax complain that the people who do pay taxes don't pay enough. of course the politicians have this figured out. shit, we'll raise taxes on the top 2% of the population. that should keep the other 98% happy and we need their votes. i saw bill clinton on tv saying that everyone ought to pay a little tax. but he's not running for office so he can speak the truth.
oh yeah, save money on medicare by not paying for those fucking electric scooters that drive me nuts.
wake up,you were sick, but now you’re well, and there’s work to do!!!
i love you sons of bitches.
remember, winners sign cheques on the back, losers sign cheques on the front.
i will solve your problems gratis, pro bono, no fucking charge......
1. impose a VAT, VALUE ADDED TAX.
shit, most countries have a VAT. it's a tax on consumption. look in the fucking mirror, you fools consume too much!
2. do away with mortgage interest being tax deductible. having mortgages be tax deductible drives up the price of housing and is unfair to renters. it also encourages fools to go deeper into debt. i seem to remember reading something about shitloads of fools taking out huge mortgages and not being able to make the payments. but here's the real reason mortgages should not be tax deductible:
DEBT KILLS! people hate paying taxes and will do almost anything to reduce the amount they of tax they pay. the real winners in mortgages being tax deductible are the banks. with a fractional banking system the banks have oodles of cash to loan and are only too happy to help the rubes save a little tax. more people would pay off their mortgages and gain a little financial freedom if the tax break ceased. the captains of industry want an indebted work force.
one more thing. 51% of you don't pay any income tax. it really rubs me the wrong way when people who pay no tax complain that the people who do pay taxes don't pay enough. of course the politicians have this figured out. shit, we'll raise taxes on the top 2% of the population. that should keep the other 98% happy and we need their votes. i saw bill clinton on tv saying that everyone ought to pay a little tax. but he's not running for office so he can speak the truth.
oh yeah, save money on medicare by not paying for those fucking electric scooters that drive me nuts.
wake up,you were sick, but now you’re well, and there’s work to do!!!
i love you sons of bitches.
remember, winners sign cheques on the back, losers sign cheques on the front.
Friday, July 8, 2011
TTRH-3
after months of trying i finally got TTRH-3 and i'm loving it.
in case you're wondering just what TTRH-3 is, WONDER NO MORE
if you're a dylan fan TTRH is a must listen. i've been listening to seasons 1 and 2 for about a year and season 3 has been fabulous. i'm saving the last episode, "goodbye", for a special occasion.
if you're not a dylan fan perhaps this will tickle your fancy, DON'T FLATULATE ON A SCHOOL BUS IN AMERICA
and if that's not enough i offer a cure for homosexuality!
i love you sons of bitches but not as much as i love norah jones.
in case you're wondering just what TTRH-3 is, WONDER NO MORE
if you're a dylan fan TTRH is a must listen. i've been listening to seasons 1 and 2 for about a year and season 3 has been fabulous. i'm saving the last episode, "goodbye", for a special occasion.
if you're not a dylan fan perhaps this will tickle your fancy, DON'T FLATULATE ON A SCHOOL BUS IN AMERICA
and if that's not enough i offer a cure for homosexuality!
i love you sons of bitches but not as much as i love norah jones.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Moral Collapse of a Nation
without a doubt, ADBUSTERS is my favorite magazine. i was trying to find the marquess of queensbury rules for torture. so who you gonna call, adbusters!
They are divided into three categories, each of which comprises several degrees of intensity: preparatory (nakedness, manipulated feeding, sleep deprivation), corrective (blows) and coercive (being hosed with water, locked in boxes, or subjected to torture by immersion). Slaps on the face must be administered by the fingers spread out, halfway between the tip of the chin and the bottom of the earlobe. Hosing a naked prisoner with water can last for 20 minutes if the water is at 5°C, 40 if it is at 10°C, and up to 60 if it is 15°C. Sleep deprivation must not last longer than 180 hours, but, after 8 hours’ rest, they can begin again. Torture by immersion can last up to 12 seconds, no more than 2 hours per day, for 30 consecutive days (a particularly tough prisoner underwent this torture 183 times over, in March 2003). A prisoner should not be locked in a box for more than 2 hours, but if the box allows the prisoner to stand upright, he can stay there up to eight hours at a stretch, 18 hours per day. If you put an insect in with him, you cannot tell the prisoner that its sting will be extremely painful or indeed deadly. And so on and so forth, for page after page.
this comes from Moral Collapse of a Nation, another quality adbuster story.
oh yeah, happy birthday to the country in moral collapse.
here's ruby guarding my tomato plant.
i love you sons of bitches.
They are divided into three categories, each of which comprises several degrees of intensity: preparatory (nakedness, manipulated feeding, sleep deprivation), corrective (blows) and coercive (being hosed with water, locked in boxes, or subjected to torture by immersion). Slaps on the face must be administered by the fingers spread out, halfway between the tip of the chin and the bottom of the earlobe. Hosing a naked prisoner with water can last for 20 minutes if the water is at 5°C, 40 if it is at 10°C, and up to 60 if it is 15°C. Sleep deprivation must not last longer than 180 hours, but, after 8 hours’ rest, they can begin again. Torture by immersion can last up to 12 seconds, no more than 2 hours per day, for 30 consecutive days (a particularly tough prisoner underwent this torture 183 times over, in March 2003). A prisoner should not be locked in a box for more than 2 hours, but if the box allows the prisoner to stand upright, he can stay there up to eight hours at a stretch, 18 hours per day. If you put an insect in with him, you cannot tell the prisoner that its sting will be extremely painful or indeed deadly. And so on and so forth, for page after page.
this comes from Moral Collapse of a Nation, another quality adbuster story.
oh yeah, happy birthday to the country in moral collapse.
here's ruby guarding my tomato plant.
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
oops...
i was all set to pick up the lovely mrs myshkin at the airport on sunday but sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men are subject to revision.
on saturday afternoon i had just made myself a pot of coffee after a little fishing and the phone rang. it was the lovely mrs myshkin calling from the airport wondering where i was. it seems i had the return date wrong by about 24 hours. she was not amused. i had to forget about my nice pot of coffee and rush to the airport. it was a real nice pot of macadamia chocolate coffee. she was not amused when i arrived at the airport.
i felt a little sheepish but quickly invoked the good samaritin law. i was picking her up pro bono and was out a good pot of coffee. also, my illegal smile had turned to a frown. i was the real victim but she didn't see it that way. it was a frosty ride home.
i love you sons of bitches.
on saturday afternoon i had just made myself a pot of coffee after a little fishing and the phone rang. it was the lovely mrs myshkin calling from the airport wondering where i was. it seems i had the return date wrong by about 24 hours. she was not amused. i had to forget about my nice pot of coffee and rush to the airport. it was a real nice pot of macadamia chocolate coffee. she was not amused when i arrived at the airport.
i felt a little sheepish but quickly invoked the good samaritin law. i was picking her up pro bono and was out a good pot of coffee. also, my illegal smile had turned to a frown. i was the real victim but she didn't see it that way. it was a frosty ride home.
i love you sons of bitches.
Friday, June 24, 2011
turn out the lights.....
turn out the lights, the party's over.
the lovely mrs myshkin returns from abroad on sunday. on or about sunday morning i'll have to do a little cleaning. maybe.
i was planning on buying myself a nice new toy to compensate for all the money she's pissing away in europe and have had my eye on a few motorcycles but the weather has been the absolute shits. here we are in summer and there hasn't been one stretch of good weather. right now we have light rain with a temperature of about 15 degrees celcius. riding a motorcycle in shitty weather is for tough guys and teenagers. i'm neither. i also considered buying a new sound system but after dropping into a few stores i quickly decided that it might be better to wait for sonny to move back to town. i need a good science officer to make things work.
so she's coming home and i haven't bought any toys. i feel like cinderella. my ugly stepsister is living the life of riley and i have no new toys. woe is me.
when i told ruby that the old grouch is returning she quickly sought shelter from the storm.
if you don't hear from me after sunday, call the cops. i might be dead.
i love you sons of bitches.
the lovely mrs myshkin returns from abroad on sunday. on or about sunday morning i'll have to do a little cleaning. maybe.
i was planning on buying myself a nice new toy to compensate for all the money she's pissing away in europe and have had my eye on a few motorcycles but the weather has been the absolute shits. here we are in summer and there hasn't been one stretch of good weather. right now we have light rain with a temperature of about 15 degrees celcius. riding a motorcycle in shitty weather is for tough guys and teenagers. i'm neither. i also considered buying a new sound system but after dropping into a few stores i quickly decided that it might be better to wait for sonny to move back to town. i need a good science officer to make things work.
so she's coming home and i haven't bought any toys. i feel like cinderella. my ugly stepsister is living the life of riley and i have no new toys. woe is me.
when i told ruby that the old grouch is returning she quickly sought shelter from the storm.
if you don't hear from me after sunday, call the cops. i might be dead.
i love you sons of bitches.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
happy feckin father's day!
ruby took me to park for father's day. she crapped twice and i only had one bag. ain't life grand.
for billy cook
i love you sons of bitches
Monday, June 13, 2011
ouch....... (again)
the lovely mrs myshkin is in europe so ruby and i decided to build something. our garage is a mess so i decided to put up some shelving. what should have been an easy project quickly turned into a giant headache.
i had a lot of 3/4 inch plywood and some steel framework so it seemed like a natural combination. i had spent a few days thinking about it and had an idea in mind. i carefully cut the plywood and laid it out on the floor all the time pondering what could possibly go wrong. my plan was to build it laying down on the floor and then lift it into position. after a few hours it was built and it was time to lift it into position. my plan failed to take one thing into account, how heavy that son of a bitch would be. i could barely move it a few inches let alone raise it up onto the lip of concrete around the garage. i wanted to make it snug to the wall in order to conserve space. i decided to take it apart and try lifting half of it into position. it worked! i got half of it into position with some blocks under the front feet.
i removed all the shelves from the second except for the top piece which i needed to get the correct distance for the end piece of the frame. i left a few screws loosely in the top piece to hold it together whilst aligning the frame. i almost had it into position and was giving it a few taps with the mallet when things went wrong. the top shelf came loose and came crashing down right on my fucking head! after hitting my head it landed on my hand. there was blood coming down from my head and my hand was also bleeding. the damage to my head was under the hair so i couldn't tell how much damage had been done. i got the garden hose and for a few minutes just sat in the yard holding the hose over my head to clean the wound. funny thing, it didn't really hurt. it was my hand that hurt.
after a few aspirins and a bit of time to rethink my plan i finished the project.
behold
the hand of god:
i love you sons of bitches.
i had a lot of 3/4 inch plywood and some steel framework so it seemed like a natural combination. i had spent a few days thinking about it and had an idea in mind. i carefully cut the plywood and laid it out on the floor all the time pondering what could possibly go wrong. my plan was to build it laying down on the floor and then lift it into position. after a few hours it was built and it was time to lift it into position. my plan failed to take one thing into account, how heavy that son of a bitch would be. i could barely move it a few inches let alone raise it up onto the lip of concrete around the garage. i wanted to make it snug to the wall in order to conserve space. i decided to take it apart and try lifting half of it into position. it worked! i got half of it into position with some blocks under the front feet.
i removed all the shelves from the second except for the top piece which i needed to get the correct distance for the end piece of the frame. i left a few screws loosely in the top piece to hold it together whilst aligning the frame. i almost had it into position and was giving it a few taps with the mallet when things went wrong. the top shelf came loose and came crashing down right on my fucking head! after hitting my head it landed on my hand. there was blood coming down from my head and my hand was also bleeding. the damage to my head was under the hair so i couldn't tell how much damage had been done. i got the garden hose and for a few minutes just sat in the yard holding the hose over my head to clean the wound. funny thing, it didn't really hurt. it was my hand that hurt.
after a few aspirins and a bit of time to rethink my plan i finished the project.
behold
the hand of god:
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
oops
in the past i've written about the troubles i've had with my harmon kardon receiver. the feckin thing gets really hot and develops a nasty hum at times. i've tried lots of different stuff and talked to several techies. yesterday i was bored at the cracker factory and contacted the harmon kardon support department. at first there were a series of e-mails then a techie phoned me and we had a long discussion and i was given several options.
one of the problems is it's a high current beast. it weighs 45 pounds and has tons of features i haven't been able to figure out in 6 years. in the past sonny would fix things for me but now i'm on my own. i don't like being on my own.
last night i took a real close look at the wiring and noticed some speaker wires that weren't totally in the connectors at the back of the unit so i disconnected all the speakers and trimmed the wires and reconnected them. guess what, the hum was gone. i had 3 techies contacting me yesterday with all sorts of high tech suggestions and it looks like i had a few loose wires. i'm not going to admit to these guys that it was merely a loose wire. in my defense it's pretty easy to have a loose wire when there are 8 feckin speakers hooked up. it's actually a job for a chinese teenager with skinny fingers to hook up all the shit.
with the fecking thing being so heavy it's hard to be gentle when sliding it forward to dust and clean the rack. i must have fecked up things whilst dusting. i should have know better than trying to perform a task that best suited to women, dusting.
i love you sons of bitches.
one of the problems is it's a high current beast. it weighs 45 pounds and has tons of features i haven't been able to figure out in 6 years. in the past sonny would fix things for me but now i'm on my own. i don't like being on my own.
last night i took a real close look at the wiring and noticed some speaker wires that weren't totally in the connectors at the back of the unit so i disconnected all the speakers and trimmed the wires and reconnected them. guess what, the hum was gone. i had 3 techies contacting me yesterday with all sorts of high tech suggestions and it looks like i had a few loose wires. i'm not going to admit to these guys that it was merely a loose wire. in my defense it's pretty easy to have a loose wire when there are 8 feckin speakers hooked up. it's actually a job for a chinese teenager with skinny fingers to hook up all the shit.
with the fecking thing being so heavy it's hard to be gentle when sliding it forward to dust and clean the rack. i must have fecked up things whilst dusting. i should have know better than trying to perform a task that best suited to women, dusting.
i love you sons of bitches.
Monday, June 6, 2011
homegrown tomatoes
my summer project is growing a few tomatoes. i wanted to grow something else but a certain someone vetoed the idea. it's not that i'm afraid of her it's just that she could easily destroy my plants whilst i'm away so tomatoes are the project.
my new gimmick is a fresh picture in the header on a weekly basis. it should be tres exciting.
my dad grows tomatoes every summer and they're his pride and joy but my mother takes great delight in criticizing his garden so my plan is to make sure dad's tomatoes are far superior to mine. that way when mom criticizes dad's tomatoes i can honestly say, "hey, dad's tomatoes put mine to shame, i wish i could grow tomatoes like dad"
i love you sons of bitches.
my new gimmick is a fresh picture in the header on a weekly basis. it should be tres exciting.
my dad grows tomatoes every summer and they're his pride and joy but my mother takes great delight in criticizing his garden so my plan is to make sure dad's tomatoes are far superior to mine. that way when mom criticizes dad's tomatoes i can honestly say, "hey, dad's tomatoes put mine to shame, i wish i could grow tomatoes like dad"
i love you sons of bitches.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
i'm going to malaysia!
malaysia may be the most enlightened country on the face of the earth!
a movement has started there called THE OBEDIENT WIFE CLUB
as much as the obedient wife club sounds nice i'll have to pass on malaysia. i think the muslims also place lots of dipshit rules on men.
on another note, my chompers can take a rest for the next 5 months. on thursday i got my cleaning and scaling done so it's clear sailing for me!! the scaling was a pain in the arse though. for the second straight time the dentist has personally done the scaling. i can always get the hygienist to take it easy on me but the dentist, she means feckin business.
here's how it went:
i love you sons of bitches.
those sons of bitches on facebook seem to be giving me the cold shoulder since i was a wee bit critical of zuckerberg's racket.
a movement has started there called THE OBEDIENT WIFE CLUB
as much as the obedient wife club sounds nice i'll have to pass on malaysia. i think the muslims also place lots of dipshit rules on men.
on another note, my chompers can take a rest for the next 5 months. on thursday i got my cleaning and scaling done so it's clear sailing for me!! the scaling was a pain in the arse though. for the second straight time the dentist has personally done the scaling. i can always get the hygienist to take it easy on me but the dentist, she means feckin business.
here's how it went:
i love you sons of bitches.
those sons of bitches on facebook seem to be giving me the cold shoulder since i was a wee bit critical of zuckerberg's racket.
Monday, May 30, 2011
my very good friend leonard myshkin is giving facebook a try. he's been on it for about a week and just can't figure it out. he's ran into a few old friends which is nice but there has to be something missing or maybe my good buddy leonard is just plain old retarded.
leonard's first reaction was, "how is the hell is thing worth 50 billion bucks?" there just doesn't seem to be a lot of meat on the bones. then he noticed all the ads on the side, much more intrusive than hotmail. one of the big deals seems to be that people make quick little comments or cut and paste some crap then all their friends take a quick gander and rather than taking the time for a witty reply they can click on "like". then the light went on in leonard's little brain. the facebook boys monitor everything the rubes do on their cash machine and build data bases on all the members. how convenient to have a record of all the stuff people like. it makes targeting ads all the more profitable.
the other thing good old leonard noticed was that when reading newspapers on-line somehow the facebook deal followed him and he was all set up to make comments on articles even though he hadn't registered with the paper. facebook is monitoring all leonard's travels in cyber space. how fucking nice. another group of dickheads monitoring us.
in any case, old leonard myshkin could always use a few friends if you're so inclined.
did she mention leonard's name?
i love you sons of bitches. (so does leonard)
leonard's first reaction was, "how is the hell is thing worth 50 billion bucks?" there just doesn't seem to be a lot of meat on the bones. then he noticed all the ads on the side, much more intrusive than hotmail. one of the big deals seems to be that people make quick little comments or cut and paste some crap then all their friends take a quick gander and rather than taking the time for a witty reply they can click on "like". then the light went on in leonard's little brain. the facebook boys monitor everything the rubes do on their cash machine and build data bases on all the members. how convenient to have a record of all the stuff people like. it makes targeting ads all the more profitable.
the other thing good old leonard noticed was that when reading newspapers on-line somehow the facebook deal followed him and he was all set up to make comments on articles even though he hadn't registered with the paper. facebook is monitoring all leonard's travels in cyber space. how fucking nice. another group of dickheads monitoring us.
in any case, old leonard myshkin could always use a few friends if you're so inclined.
did she mention leonard's name?
i love you sons of bitches. (so does leonard)
Monday, May 23, 2011
worse than the dentist?
what is worse than 2 hours in the dentist's chair?
5 hours at a chinese wedding with a 10 course meal. the food just kept coming and coming and coming and noise just kept getting louder and louder and louder.
i've been to a few of things in the past couple of years and it seems like there is some sort of contest to serve the most food. i skipped several courses knowing that i had to pace myself but there were some people that could have won a hot dog eating contest. there was one fat guy that looked just like larry david and it appeared that he had been starving himself for weeks. he was like a machine devouring crab legs and lobster tails. i hope the pig has a stomach ache this morning.
when we arrived and read the agenda telling us it was going to be a 6 hour marathon i let out a louder than planned "fuck me" drawing several looks and the old hate stare from the lovely mrs myshkin. at the 3 hour mark i vowed never to attend one of these things again but i've made that vow in the past only to be talked into attending the next one.
at the 5 hour mark a chinese elvis impersonator took the stage. that's when i laid down the law and said get me out of here.
i love you sons of bitches.
i would have much rather had a good peanut butter and jam sandwich. so it goes.
on a much more important note, it's INTERNATIONAL TURTLE DAY!
5 hours at a chinese wedding with a 10 course meal. the food just kept coming and coming and coming and noise just kept getting louder and louder and louder.
i've been to a few of things in the past couple of years and it seems like there is some sort of contest to serve the most food. i skipped several courses knowing that i had to pace myself but there were some people that could have won a hot dog eating contest. there was one fat guy that looked just like larry david and it appeared that he had been starving himself for weeks. he was like a machine devouring crab legs and lobster tails. i hope the pig has a stomach ache this morning.
when we arrived and read the agenda telling us it was going to be a 6 hour marathon i let out a louder than planned "fuck me" drawing several looks and the old hate stare from the lovely mrs myshkin. at the 3 hour mark i vowed never to attend one of these things again but i've made that vow in the past only to be talked into attending the next one.
at the 5 hour mark a chinese elvis impersonator took the stage. that's when i laid down the law and said get me out of here.
i love you sons of bitches.
i would have much rather had a good peanut butter and jam sandwich. so it goes.
on a much more important note, it's INTERNATIONAL TURTLE DAY!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
teefs don't fail me now.
the week before last i had my first dental appointment to repair the damage from pilfering a few easter jujubes. it was such a painful and stressful ordeal that i've been unable to post anything about it until now. i have to see the dentist on thursday to get the whole thing put back together.
i was booked for a 2 hour appointment so i knew there would be a smidgen of pain involved. i was in the chair at 9:00 ready to meet my maker. i got my shot of freezing and fun began. as soon as she started drilling i almost jumped out of the chair. i needed more freezing. after getting another shot and waiting a few minutes she started drilling and again i almost jumped out of the chair so she had to give me more freezing. she was a little miffed and wasn't gentle giving me the third shot of freezing. this time it worked and the fun began. she was drilling and chiseling away and things were progressing pretty good until something happened at 10:00.
THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM WENT OFF!!! i kid you not, the fucking fire alarm went off!
she kept working thinking it was some sort of a test but the bells started getting louder and more frequent so we had to evacuate. i had to walk down 6 flights of stairs with a frozen mouth and a molar that was half gone. it was raining when we left the building and took our places among all the other evacuees. it took about 10 minutes for the fire truck to arrive and another 10 minutes for the firemen to walk around the building, look up and decide there was no fire then another 10 minutes to tell us there was no fire and we could go back in.
so i had to walk up 6 flights of stairs with a sore mouth and a feeling that the fun was just beginning. by now the dentist was 30 minutes behind schedule so all her goodness and loving kindness was out the window not to mention she was huffing and puffing from walking up 6 flights of stairs. the freezing was coming out by the time she was finished and i was not happy.
so it's back to the scene of the crime on thursday. in preparation for the ordeal i bought myself a little treat for after the appointment.
2 feckin lindt chocolate easter bunnies to eat as soon as i get into the mighty sonata and turn on the stereo. ah, the cadillac of chocolates!
note to self, don't park in the sun. wouldn't want the bunnies to melt.
i love you sons of bitches.
i was booked for a 2 hour appointment so i knew there would be a smidgen of pain involved. i was in the chair at 9:00 ready to meet my maker. i got my shot of freezing and fun began. as soon as she started drilling i almost jumped out of the chair. i needed more freezing. after getting another shot and waiting a few minutes she started drilling and again i almost jumped out of the chair so she had to give me more freezing. she was a little miffed and wasn't gentle giving me the third shot of freezing. this time it worked and the fun began. she was drilling and chiseling away and things were progressing pretty good until something happened at 10:00.
THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM WENT OFF!!! i kid you not, the fucking fire alarm went off!
she kept working thinking it was some sort of a test but the bells started getting louder and more frequent so we had to evacuate. i had to walk down 6 flights of stairs with a frozen mouth and a molar that was half gone. it was raining when we left the building and took our places among all the other evacuees. it took about 10 minutes for the fire truck to arrive and another 10 minutes for the firemen to walk around the building, look up and decide there was no fire then another 10 minutes to tell us there was no fire and we could go back in.
so i had to walk up 6 flights of stairs with a sore mouth and a feeling that the fun was just beginning. by now the dentist was 30 minutes behind schedule so all her goodness and loving kindness was out the window not to mention she was huffing and puffing from walking up 6 flights of stairs. the freezing was coming out by the time she was finished and i was not happy.
so it's back to the scene of the crime on thursday. in preparation for the ordeal i bought myself a little treat for after the appointment.
2 feckin lindt chocolate easter bunnies to eat as soon as i get into the mighty sonata and turn on the stereo. ah, the cadillac of chocolates!
note to self, don't park in the sun. wouldn't want the bunnies to melt.
i love you sons of bitches.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
old man's war
i just finished reading old man's war and found it to be an excellent sci fi read.
the main premise behind the book is old people being rejuvenated and turned into soldiers. here's the deal:
at age 65 you sign up to be rejuvenated at age 75. you get a totally excellent new body that is in its prime, age 25, but of course there is a catch. the catch is you have to sign up with the colonial defense forces for a period of 2 years. there is a little fine print that says the term can be extended to 10 years at the option of the CDF, colonial defense force. all terms get extended to 10 years. the CDF fights all sorts of blood thirsty aliens and there is a 60% chance that you will be killed before the term is up. if you survive the fighting they give you a civilian body and you can become a colonist somewhere in the universe but not on earth.
the new soldiers get a week to play with their new bodies before being sent off to boot camp. guess what the main activity is in the week of fun, sex! the old farts are horny as old rat shit!
would you sign up for a fabulous new body and agree to become a soldier?
i love you sons of bitches.
the main premise behind the book is old people being rejuvenated and turned into soldiers. here's the deal:
at age 65 you sign up to be rejuvenated at age 75. you get a totally excellent new body that is in its prime, age 25, but of course there is a catch. the catch is you have to sign up with the colonial defense forces for a period of 2 years. there is a little fine print that says the term can be extended to 10 years at the option of the CDF, colonial defense force. all terms get extended to 10 years. the CDF fights all sorts of blood thirsty aliens and there is a 60% chance that you will be killed before the term is up. if you survive the fighting they give you a civilian body and you can become a colonist somewhere in the universe but not on earth.
the new soldiers get a week to play with their new bodies before being sent off to boot camp. guess what the main activity is in the week of fun, sex! the old farts are horny as old rat shit!
would you sign up for a fabulous new body and agree to become a soldier?
i love you sons of bitches.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
phoney baloney
so there was NO LIVE FOOTAGE OF BIN LADEN BEING OFFED
and the photo of obama and his cronies watching the action was A FECKIN FAKE
all this leads to one question:
who is calling the shots, obama or his spin doctors?
how about an even bigger fraud?
stephen harper, canada's prime minister, WEARS A FECKIN TOUPEE!
i'm only 93% sure that my boy harper wears a toupee and i must confess the above picture is as phoney as obama and his crew watching the assassination but i love the story.
ALL POLITICIANS LIE!
i love you sons of bitches.
and the photo of obama and his cronies watching the action was A FECKIN FAKE
all this leads to one question:
who is calling the shots, obama or his spin doctors?
how about an even bigger fraud?
stephen harper, canada's prime minister, WEARS A FECKIN TOUPEE!
i'm only 93% sure that my boy harper wears a toupee and i must confess the above picture is as phoney as obama and his crew watching the assassination but i love the story.
ALL POLITICIANS LIE!
i love you sons of bitches.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
two thoughts
1. the whole of the global economy is based on supplying the cravings of two per cent of the world's population: mikhail gorbachev.
2. suddenly obama is a hero because a seal shot a muslim in the head, so it goes: billy pilgrim.
i like short posts, both to write and to read.
i love you sons of bitches
2. suddenly obama is a hero because a seal shot a muslim in the head, so it goes: billy pilgrim.
i like short posts, both to write and to read.
i love you sons of bitches
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
bin laden
i can't resist putting in my 2 cents worth: (an international perspective)
big fucking deal.
10 years and billions of dollars to catch a guy who as it turns out was right under their noses. we kept hearing about bin laden cowering in a cave but he was found in a pretty nice compound 50 miles away from all the amenities.
how did they find him? a courier was dropping off a package addressed to mr osama been laughing and noticed he looked a little familiar. a quick check on his blackberry and a $25,000,000.00 reward pops up.
in case you missed it, here's how obama caught osama:
i love you sons of bitches.
p.s. - if i have offended any americans by insulting your president feel free to insult our beloved canadian prime minister ad infinitum ;)
big fucking deal.
10 years and billions of dollars to catch a guy who as it turns out was right under their noses. we kept hearing about bin laden cowering in a cave but he was found in a pretty nice compound 50 miles away from all the amenities.
how did they find him? a courier was dropping off a package addressed to mr osama been laughing and noticed he looked a little familiar. a quick check on his blackberry and a $25,000,000.00 reward pops up.
in case you missed it, here's how obama caught osama:
i love you sons of bitches.
p.s. - if i have offended any americans by insulting your president feel free to insult our beloved canadian prime minister ad infinitum ;)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
thank you lord!
our election is 2 days away and things just became real interesting.
jack layton, leader of the new democrats, has been soaring in the polls and has been acting like he's king of the world then something happened.
jack layton was CAUGHT NAKED IN A BAWDY HOUSE!!!
this happened in 1996 and it seems like more than a bit of a coincidence that the news came out 2 days before the election and when he was soaring in the polls.
of course he is denying any wrong doing. he was a city councilor at the time of the incident and the city cops let him off. he has an asian wife and was found naked in an asian bawdy house so i guess he has an asian fetish.
the reason i like this so much is jack is a totally sanctimonious prick. he always claims the moral high ground and acts like his shit don't stink but i guess it does now. predictably all his supporters are calling this a smear campaign and predicting it will backfire and of course his opponents are happy as pigs in shit but not making any comments. i don't know if this will have any effect on the outcome of the election but it makes me happy. i love seeing politicians squirm.
i love you sons of bitches
jack layton, leader of the new democrats, has been soaring in the polls and has been acting like he's king of the world then something happened.
jack layton was CAUGHT NAKED IN A BAWDY HOUSE!!!
this happened in 1996 and it seems like more than a bit of a coincidence that the news came out 2 days before the election and when he was soaring in the polls.
of course he is denying any wrong doing. he was a city councilor at the time of the incident and the city cops let him off. he has an asian wife and was found naked in an asian bawdy house so i guess he has an asian fetish.
the reason i like this so much is jack is a totally sanctimonious prick. he always claims the moral high ground and acts like his shit don't stink but i guess it does now. predictably all his supporters are calling this a smear campaign and predicting it will backfire and of course his opponents are happy as pigs in shit but not making any comments. i don't know if this will have any effect on the outcome of the election but it makes me happy. i love seeing politicians squirm.
i love you sons of bitches
Friday, April 29, 2011
i chickened out
a while back i decided to let the old beard grow back and let my thinning hair grow long before it all fell out. my hair had grown long enough to completely cover my ears and the beard was getting pretty wild too. on the days when i didn't have to show up at the cracker factory i didn't run a comb through the old hair after washing it. i kinda looked like ted kaczynski, the unabomber.
so what made me chicken out? next week i have an appointment at the dentist to begin the reconstruction of a tooth that fell victim to stale ju jubes. i had this fear that if i looked like a homeless bum the dentist might treat me like a homeless bum and not being a masochist i decided to clean up my act.
it was off to the barber school for a haircut. have i mentioned that i love the barber school as much as i don't like cops? i had a nice young man cut my hair ever so carefully and after he was finished the owner came to inspect. the owner looks just like harry mudd of star trek fame and he isn't bashful about pointing out flaws in the haircut. after a few touch-ups i was done. the barber school charges $8.00 for a haircut, $8.96 when the harmonized sales tax is tacked on. after paying the owner i walked back and gave the young man a $6.00 tip. a regular hair cut starts around $15.00 around here so i was breaking even.
the young student's face lit up like a christmas tree when i handed him the tip. if i gave a $6.00 tip to a snooty french waiter he'd look at me like i was pond scum. the smile on the student's face was definitely worth $6.00 to me.
i love you sons of bitches.
so what made me chicken out? next week i have an appointment at the dentist to begin the reconstruction of a tooth that fell victim to stale ju jubes. i had this fear that if i looked like a homeless bum the dentist might treat me like a homeless bum and not being a masochist i decided to clean up my act.
it was off to the barber school for a haircut. have i mentioned that i love the barber school as much as i don't like cops? i had a nice young man cut my hair ever so carefully and after he was finished the owner came to inspect. the owner looks just like harry mudd of star trek fame and he isn't bashful about pointing out flaws in the haircut. after a few touch-ups i was done. the barber school charges $8.00 for a haircut, $8.96 when the harmonized sales tax is tacked on. after paying the owner i walked back and gave the young man a $6.00 tip. a regular hair cut starts around $15.00 around here so i was breaking even.
the young student's face lit up like a christmas tree when i handed him the tip. if i gave a $6.00 tip to a snooty french waiter he'd look at me like i was pond scum. the smile on the student's face was definitely worth $6.00 to me.
i love you sons of bitches.
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