The tendon is bending the finger again. Think I'll be wearng a splint at night for months.
Still have venison jerky. Elk, white-tail and mule deer dehydrated. Thanks to my friends who can hunt but cannot butcher. My skills with a knife and the investment in a dehydrator are paying off. My iron level is thru the sky since I busted open the pack of jerked elk and small deer.
In June I co-signed for mom's new Toyota Yaris. Last week someone backed into her driver's side front fender while mom's car was parked. I did the body work in her garage. Got the insurance check yesterday. Got a call to do from her insurance this morning asking if I would do more body work for them in the future. Yes.
Drank my homebrewed beer and wine this week. The wine was too acidic for my taste. The beer was great. I'm good at brewing a pilsner type lager. I'll try the pale Chimay, Fat Tire, Blue Moon beer next.
Low self-esteem is my label. Don't think I'll ever conquer that feeling. I always have, and always will fall short
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Third Quarter: Fox Down 21% - MSNBC Up
From The Political Carnival:
I don't think the Republicans and/or Teabag Partiers are going to win as much as the polls suggest. Realistic data supersedes polls. And the furure looks very bright for Dems. Fox's demographic is old. I mean really friggin' old. Geezers if you will. MSNBC's viewers are younger.
I believe that the Teabag Party is helping kill the GOP.
Die, fuckers. Die. We'll pump your cruddy crude from the rocks in a million years and burn your liquyd asses for energy. Fucking Dinosaurs. Die!
The cable news ratings for the third quarter of 2010 were released today, and Fox News is showing signs of decline as their viewership has decreased by 21%, and their top shows all posted double digit losses, while MSNBC’s shows grew and the network attracted more younger viewers.
Fox News is still dominating the cable news ratings. The network has the top 11 programs in cable news, but there are ominous signs that the empire is starting to crack. Compared to the third quarter of 2009, Fox has lost 21% of their total viewers, and 26% of their younger viewers. The biggest loser on the network was Bill O’Reilly who saw his program The O’Reilly Factor lose 12% of its total viewers and 21% of its young viewers. Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck, Bret Baier, and Greta Van Susteren rounded out the top five cable news shows, and they each posted double digit declines.
I don't think the Republicans and/or Teabag Partiers are going to win as much as the polls suggest. Realistic data supersedes polls. And the furure looks very bright for Dems. Fox's demographic is old. I mean really friggin' old. Geezers if you will. MSNBC's viewers are younger.
I believe that the Teabag Party is helping kill the GOP.
Die, fuckers. Die. We'll pump your cruddy crude from the rocks in a million years and burn your liquyd asses for energy. Fucking Dinosaurs. Die!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
More shit
After the Dupuytren's surgery my little finger still wants to bend. I'll have to wear that splint till Glenn Beck's mouth freezes over and hot air stops coming from it.
Still bummed that Teaspoon died. I miss the kitty who would sleep on my back when I slept face down, on my chest when I slept face up and on my side. I remember feeding her Gerber baby food from a teaspoon because she was so tiny when I got her. Bummed that Pickles was turned loose by my nephew. He left the door open and I suspect he picked her up and yook her outside to play or something. He does that with his cats at home. Poor Biscuit is left here with no cat friends. I remember finding her on the porch of a vacant house I was watching for the owner. Biscuit was sleeping in a tire on the porch and a neighbor was feeding her there. It was a cold and rainy February night when I sat on the steps and petted her, then chased her back when she started to follow me home... where I stayed for 5 minutes and my conscience got the best of me so I went back to bring her home. She's a pretty black and orange.
What else...
It was a beautiful cool and rainy day. Not too rainy, but perfect.
Spilling protein. Bad news for the kidneys. Fucking type 1 diabetes. Not sure how long till I am at stage 1 kidney disease but I've already started a diet to preserve them as long as I can.
What else...
Oh yeah. Meg Whitman is a whore. Even so, I'm still not voting for her.
Still bummed that Teaspoon died. I miss the kitty who would sleep on my back when I slept face down, on my chest when I slept face up and on my side. I remember feeding her Gerber baby food from a teaspoon because she was so tiny when I got her. Bummed that Pickles was turned loose by my nephew. He left the door open and I suspect he picked her up and yook her outside to play or something. He does that with his cats at home. Poor Biscuit is left here with no cat friends. I remember finding her on the porch of a vacant house I was watching for the owner. Biscuit was sleeping in a tire on the porch and a neighbor was feeding her there. It was a cold and rainy February night when I sat on the steps and petted her, then chased her back when she started to follow me home... where I stayed for 5 minutes and my conscience got the best of me so I went back to bring her home. She's a pretty black and orange.
What else...
It was a beautiful cool and rainy day. Not too rainy, but perfect.
Spilling protein. Bad news for the kidneys. Fucking type 1 diabetes. Not sure how long till I am at stage 1 kidney disease but I've already started a diet to preserve them as long as I can.
What else...
Oh yeah. Meg Whitman is a whore. Even so, I'm still not voting for her.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
HPD - Nope
Great news, America!
Your favorite Blogger was told yesterday that he is not "histrionic". And as I have previously stated, I am not diagnosed with depression either.
That's right. My gloomy, dark, sadness comes from without, not from within. Gosh. That's encouraging. I've been told by those who have studied these disorders and who've also studied the living shit out of yours truly that my problem has many sources. None having to do with a chemical imbalance AKA "Crazy". My problem is with my inability to cope, the fact that I am a misfit and social retard. Glad that's all it is.
Also, with the exception of one incident, I have dealt with rejection in a healthy way. That incident was a long, drawnout chapter in the Book of GR. The unhealthy part there was how long I clung to a dying friendship. It was a pretty sad situation, and what bothers me most is that my social retardation is to blame. Makes it hard not to be angry with myself because I really valued that friendship.
I was told that I should not focus on a gloomy future, but on the now. "Focus on the now," said the doc. I almost died holding in the laughter.
Focusing on the present doesn't fix shit. It doesn't help a goddamn bit. The now is as fucked up as the then. Some things cannot be changed.
Your favorite Blogger was told yesterday that he is not "histrionic". And as I have previously stated, I am not diagnosed with depression either.
That's right. My gloomy, dark, sadness comes from without, not from within. Gosh. That's encouraging. I've been told by those who have studied these disorders and who've also studied the living shit out of yours truly that my problem has many sources. None having to do with a chemical imbalance AKA "Crazy". My problem is with my inability to cope, the fact that I am a misfit and social retard. Glad that's all it is.
Also, with the exception of one incident, I have dealt with rejection in a healthy way. That incident was a long, drawnout chapter in the Book of GR. The unhealthy part there was how long I clung to a dying friendship. It was a pretty sad situation, and what bothers me most is that my social retardation is to blame. Makes it hard not to be angry with myself because I really valued that friendship.
I was told that I should not focus on a gloomy future, but on the now. "Focus on the now," said the doc. I almost died holding in the laughter.
Focusing on the present doesn't fix shit. It doesn't help a goddamn bit. The now is as fucked up as the then. Some things cannot be changed.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Back from CO
Long trip.
Got the well fixed then found enough chores to keep me busy every bit of daylight.
Cut wood for next year. Split last years logs. Stacked them up nicely. Vaccuumed every corner of the house. Washed the windows inside and out. Used the last two days fixing the windmill that now serves as a decoration. The work (especially the windmill) was fun.
Didn't go drinking. There was only a 6 pack on the premises so I left it alone. I had some smoke. Bud and hash for after my shower. Didn't smoke the last two nights...
Just sat on the porch staring out to the trees. Nobody around for miles. Didn't know anybody. Didn't see anyone else. Not a friend to call. Lonely like me.
Sitting there with these thoughts made my head hurt just behind my temples. I thought tears would come but my eyes stayed dry. My heart and chest became numb.
Words went through my head: "Regret. Sadness. Sorrow. Empty."
"Empty shell of a man." I thought to myself. No hope in sight. No reply to my SOS. Not a beacon in sight. No lighthouses. No hope.
Hope leads to pain and nothing else. Numbness is better. Numbness around people is better than being miles from anyone. Atleast I hear kids laughing and dogs barking here at home. Atleast I can walk to the corner for a sandwich and beer.
Still never lived, but atleast I'm near those that do.
Got the well fixed then found enough chores to keep me busy every bit of daylight.
Cut wood for next year. Split last years logs. Stacked them up nicely. Vaccuumed every corner of the house. Washed the windows inside and out. Used the last two days fixing the windmill that now serves as a decoration. The work (especially the windmill) was fun.
Didn't go drinking. There was only a 6 pack on the premises so I left it alone. I had some smoke. Bud and hash for after my shower. Didn't smoke the last two nights...
Just sat on the porch staring out to the trees. Nobody around for miles. Didn't know anybody. Didn't see anyone else. Not a friend to call. Lonely like me.
Sitting there with these thoughts made my head hurt just behind my temples. I thought tears would come but my eyes stayed dry. My heart and chest became numb.
Words went through my head: "Regret. Sadness. Sorrow. Empty."
"Empty shell of a man." I thought to myself. No hope in sight. No reply to my SOS. Not a beacon in sight. No lighthouses. No hope.
Hope leads to pain and nothing else. Numbness is better. Numbness around people is better than being miles from anyone. Atleast I hear kids laughing and dogs barking here at home. Atleast I can walk to the corner for a sandwich and beer.
Still never lived, but atleast I'm near those that do.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Notes on the Whitman-Diaz bullshit
Whitman could not wave the letter in ftont of Diaz and say, "You're fired." Whitman could and should have seen the letter as a clue that her maid was undocumented. She should have done the necessary research into her maids status. That is what is expected of a responsible employee. A former CEO would know how to investigate her employees immigration status.
Diaz worked at Whitman's triple-wide wheeled mansion for a decade. There's no way she didn't know Diaz's illegal status. The letter was another clue to the Witless goobernatural nominee. She's not pleading ignorance. She's pleading stupidity. One would have to be gullible to believe such her preposterous excuse.
According to Witless, her maid confessed to being undocumted in 2009. Fuck you! Diaz lied about her status and presented forged or fake documentation and a phony SS number. She lied for a decade only to confess during Whitman's Republican primary? Fuck you again. Witless knew her maid was legal and dumped her because it proved she was a hypocrite.;
Diaz worked at Whitman's triple-wide wheeled mansion for a decade. There's no way she didn't know Diaz's illegal status. The letter was another clue to the Witless goobernatural nominee. She's not pleading ignorance. She's pleading stupidity. One would have to be gullible to believe such her preposterous excuse.
According to Witless, her maid confessed to being undocumted in 2009. Fuck you! Diaz lied about her status and presented forged or fake documentation and a phony SS number. She lied for a decade only to confess during Whitman's Republican primary? Fuck you again. Witless knew her maid was legal and dumped her because it proved she was a hypocrite.;
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Bam!
Just had to write this because it's fucking funny:
I walked to the new Walmart the other day to check it out. First time I've been to a Walmart. Glad their was a Blimpy's inside because my blood sugar was getting really low. They got some good sammiches in there.
So I was strolling around the Walmart looking at all the stuff and I noticed a really hot chick on the other side of the aisle. Some guy walking up the aisle noticed her too. He' was walking with a drink in his hand, wearing a baseball hat and sun glasses. He was staring ar rhe hotty real hard.
BAM!
Dumb ass walked right into a post in the middle of the aisle. Knocked his hat and glasses off, but didn't spill his drink. He looks and sees me laughing.
About a minute later another guy does the exact same thing. This time the chick noticed. And the guy spilled his drink.
I informed the woman that this was the second time in about a minute and that for public safety she should probably wear a burqa.
She laughed out loud at that. I think she was Arab.
I walked to the new Walmart the other day to check it out. First time I've been to a Walmart. Glad their was a Blimpy's inside because my blood sugar was getting really low. They got some good sammiches in there.
So I was strolling around the Walmart looking at all the stuff and I noticed a really hot chick on the other side of the aisle. Some guy walking up the aisle noticed her too. He' was walking with a drink in his hand, wearing a baseball hat and sun glasses. He was staring ar rhe hotty real hard.
BAM!
Dumb ass walked right into a post in the middle of the aisle. Knocked his hat and glasses off, but didn't spill his drink. He looks and sees me laughing.
About a minute later another guy does the exact same thing. This time the chick noticed. And the guy spilled his drink.
I informed the woman that this was the second time in about a minute and that for public safety she should probably wear a burqa.
She laughed out loud at that. I think she was Arab.
Trippin'
Iron level was 36 Friday. Have to be atleast 38 to donate. Have to start a supplement again and start eating Cream of Wheat for breakfast and more red meat.
Weighed 165 at the docs office Thursday. Cut back on the beer and can see my six pack again. Lots of swimming helped too. Swam across Lake Perris and back on my birthday. Think I'll make it a GR tradition. Might hike to the top of that pointy hill on the east side of the lake this fall. I've been on every other hilltop around that lake. Gotta climb the pointy topped hill, damn it.
Going to some property near Cedaredge, CO Monday. I'll be staying for a week. There's a house and 47 acres my brother bought a couple years ago. I'll be working on the well pump while he goes to Denver on business. I'll be taking a bag of weed with me so that will make for some good times. No TV or internet. There's a bar 2 miles down the road. Sounds like a good place to get beat up or slapped. Hopefully I can get a ride back to the house if I go drinking. There's some beer in the fridge. Without too many problems it should only tahe half a day yo fix the pump so I'll have plenty of time to be rejected by local hotties and alot of time to stare at the ceiling.
I'm not looking forward to this trip so much anymore. I'll probably go out once and spend the other days working on other projects around the property...
Gotdamnit
Weighed 165 at the docs office Thursday. Cut back on the beer and can see my six pack again. Lots of swimming helped too. Swam across Lake Perris and back on my birthday. Think I'll make it a GR tradition. Might hike to the top of that pointy hill on the east side of the lake this fall. I've been on every other hilltop around that lake. Gotta climb the pointy topped hill, damn it.
Going to some property near Cedaredge, CO Monday. I'll be staying for a week. There's a house and 47 acres my brother bought a couple years ago. I'll be working on the well pump while he goes to Denver on business. I'll be taking a bag of weed with me so that will make for some good times. No TV or internet. There's a bar 2 miles down the road. Sounds like a good place to get beat up or slapped. Hopefully I can get a ride back to the house if I go drinking. There's some beer in the fridge. Without too many problems it should only tahe half a day yo fix the pump so I'll have plenty of time to be rejected by local hotties and alot of time to stare at the ceiling.
I'm not looking forward to this trip so much anymore. I'll probably go out once and spend the other days working on other projects around the property...
Gotdamnit
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