trinkets

the acquisition of trinkets continues unabated:

the trinkets are the easy part of giving the bat cave a face lift. furniture is an entirely different kettle of fish. not only do you have to select new furniture, you have to dispose of the old stuff. i've found a few used items that i like very much and agreed upon a price but arranging set up and delivery will take some energy and my fuel tank is running on empty these days. so it goes.

if i only knew an old man with a dodge truck to help me move all this shit.

it's nice to watch a video that's made on a shoestring budget with some older ordinary looking people:

i love you sons of bitches.

something new

i picked up these two little buggers because i liked their style.

little did i know that they have mystic powers and that i'd be under their spell. somehow or other this sweet little couple have taken over my life and demanded that i remodel the bat cave to be more to their liking. i'm not the only one under their spell. they cast a spell on the lovely mrs myshkin and she will soon be off on one of her trips. i don't pay much attention to what she says but i'm pretty sure she'll be gone for about 2 months. more than enough time to make a few changes.

in other news, IT SEEMS OBAMA IS DEAD SET ON FUCKING WITH ISRAEL. i think it's pretty common knowledge that o'bumble is unable to contain his anti-semitism at the best of times and his inner racist self would like nothing better than to be rid of netanyahu and possibly the entire state of israel. but i think there is more to the story than that. if there's one person that o'bumble detests more than netanyahu, IT'S THAT UPPITY HILLARY CLINTON.. he's leaving a scorched earth for hillary's run at the presidency in 2016. he's a mean one that o'bumble.

in case you forgot about their past:

i love you sons of bitches

happy st pat's

what a stroke of luck! i heard the following song on our national radio service, cbc, and thought it was totally excellent. if there was ever an occasion to enjoy a song of drinking and debauchery, it's st patrick's day.

on a sadder note, a friend of sonny, whom i drove to school most mornings, was just diagnosed with cerebral palsy. at first the medical industrial complex was treating him for major depression and anxiety but after a few more tests, they changed their best guess to cerebral palsy. so, if you're able, go get shit faced for st paddy's day, for life is short and you might not be able to celebrate tomorrow.

get drunk, enjoy the moment and take take a few aspirins along with a few cups of water before retiring for the evening.

i love you sons of bitches.

does the pope......

does the pope shit in the woods?

i don't know about the pope but i know about someone else. i rode up to the big mall and was chaining my bike to the rack when two guys walked up to have a smoke. there are lots of smoking rules including not being able to light up within 5 meters of any mall entrance. the first guy lit up and started to smoke a few feet away from the bike rack while the second guy, an asian, lit up and walked over to stand behind a few short cedar shrubs. my asian friend then pulled down his pants and squatted behind the shrubs. that's right, he took a shit close to the mall entrance, a few feet away from the bike rack. i immediately cried out, "this fucking idiot is taking a shit." i seemed to be the only person that gave a shit that some nine iron was taking a shit beside the bike rack. the insane thing is the mall has countless public washrooms. i guess it's an asian custom to forego a nice indoor shit and go outside to fertilize the greenery.

multiculturalism in canada. if that isn't nice, what is?

i love you sons of bitches.

the resolution

on jan 1 2014 my resolution was to begin doing push ups in the morning. i started at 10 and hoped to add 1 or 2 a week and see how many i could do by june 30. just doing 10 was painful and difficult but i stuck with it thinking that the old body would heal itself and i would soon be doing many more and pain free. the pain didn't go away but i kept adding to the number until i reached 22. then my shoulders and arms ached so much that i had to quit. throughout the year it drove me crazy having to admit defeat to a few lousy push ups.

well, guess what my resolution was for jan 1 2015? that's right, i'm a recidivist and decided to attack the push ups again. this time i started out with one lousy push up in november and vowed to add one more each few weeks. by the time i hit 3, the shoulder was sore but i stuck with it and i'm now up to 10 and the pain doesn't start until i hit about 6. lucky me. the original goal was to be able to perform 60 push ups by my 60th birthday but that goal now seems totally unrealistic. the goal now is to be able to complete 60 push ups in 60 minutes. maybe 4 sets of 15 or something along that line. i think there's a 50/50 chance that i'll succeed. it wasn't too long ago that i was into karate and could do 20 or 30 with almost no effort whatsoever. it seems the body begins to go downhill fast at about age 55. so it goes.

on a separate note, it wasn't that long ago that i considered bibi netanyahu to be a total prick but now i kinda like the guy. it all started when the obumble administration called him a coward and a chickenshit. i wouldn't have batted an eyelash if they'd called him an asshole. but for some candy ass pencil pusher to call a man with an excellent military record that includes being wounded twice in battle a coward seems to be akin to chickenhawks like cheney sending young men off to war. god bless bibi.

i love you sons of bitches.