Thursday, May 31, 2007

And so, it is upon us.....

Ok. It's here. The blue moon Thursday. This post will be brief, but I'll get back on later and regale you with the tales from Hell that I'm sure I will have to slog my way through today.

Yesterday was bad enough, and now the whole Thursday thing.

I'm not excited.

In other news, that time is approaching again. Dland is a scant 4 mos away, and while I can now blog from my phone, I would still like some one or three of you to help out. If you feel like being a guest blogger (and are not already on my contributor list) drop me a line in the comments.

Those of you that have already done, if I haven't said, you can feel free to post if you like. Even when I'm here y'all have access, and my permission to post freely.

Well, think on that a bit while I get through this day....

Fiesta del fuego,


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Tom Petty was right.....

The waiting is the hardest part.

Tho I seriously doubt that he was singing about getting tatooed. As you know if you read here, I expressed some concern about getting the money together for my new ink, especially with the Dland savings going on.

The Gold Dust solved that for me, in case you didn't read that either. Now here's the rub: I'm totally joanzin' for my new art.

I have the money, and enough to tip him as well, and my appt is not for a fucking month and a half....What the fuck am I going to do with myself for a fucking month and a half?


In other news, I did managed to sleep in this morning. Til a whopping 6:45. Again, what the fuck? I even went to bed late, as I worked. Must have been 1:30 or 2 before I climed into bed. And yet, here I am posting and it's still not even 7 am yet.

I hate this shit. Like I said, I've never been one of those folks that can sleep til noon, but for fuck's sake, you think I'd be able to sleep past 7 once in a while.

Oh well.

Carne del diablo,


Tuesday, May 29, 2007

It's 7:00 am pst....

And I've been up for a fucking hour already.

What's up with that shit, I mean really. I'm not a late sleeper by any means. Never have been. I don't want to waste my whole day in bed either. That's not what I'm saying at all. But, for the love of mike, you'd think that at least once in a while I'd be able to sleep in to, oh 7:30, or heaven forbid 8 'o fucking clock.

But no, sadly that is not the case.I suppose I could use this time to my advantage, try and get some stuff done....but it would have to be stuff that involves no money, and being home by noon so I can get into the shower for work. Usually, there's nothing that fits that bill, so I laze around the house, and if I get sleepy (which i usu do) taking a nap before shower time.

It's a nasty little cycle that's developed. Plus, it's getting hotter again. That's going to make it harder to fall, and of course to stay asleep.

Oh well, I guess it's better than freezing my onions off.

How was your Memorial Day weekend? Mine was ok. We barbequed not once, but 3 times, and there was breakfast yesterday at sis's. I wore a tank top, but managed to keep my tat hidden from my mom.....

I still haven't told her that I have any....I mean, she's my mom, and I'm sure she won't approve. Oh well, it's going to be increasingly harder to hide them, as I've decided to go full on with them.

I have at least 6 more that I want to get, and after all the recent reminders of just how short life is, I've made the decision to get them as quickly as I can.

As long as the Gold Dust keeps paying for them, that should be fast, fast, fast.

Yeah, right.

Ok, time for some more coffee.

Carne del diablo,


Monday, May 28, 2007

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And just like that.....


My tat is paid for.

Pops and I decided to go fiddle fart around at the Pinon yesterday (now known as the gold dust west but i still find myself calling it the pinon) and it was going very slow. Pops finally managed to get us back to nearly even, and we left. We've got a friend, D, staying with us for a while while he tries to get some cash together to get a place, and shortly after arriving home, he decided we should go back.

He financed us, and I was still doing crappy, when all of a sudden, it happened. I know I've talked about my triple trouble keno on this site before, and have prolly mentioned that I usu play a 4, 5, or 6 spot. A 4 spot when we're broke and trying to make the money last (pays 4.80), a 5 spot (pays 40.25) when we're flush, and a 6 spot (pays 80) when I'm flush AND feeling lucky. Those prize amounts are all tripled if you hit on the devils, of course.

Well, yesterday, for no reason at all, I made up a 9 spot. I didn't use any numbers I regulary play, nor do I even remember what numbers I used, but the excitement came when I hit 8 of 9.

On the devils.

That's $300.00 people. I split the money in half, and gave pops money towards Dland, and put the rest in my tat fund. That should just about do it. What can I say, I'm stoked.

In other news, we're slated to go to Sis's house for waffles today, and I have to work a bullshit 2 hr shift later, so I need to get in the shower, so I hope you all had a good Memorial day.

Fiesta con carne,


(ps the steaks were perfect again)

Sunday, May 27, 2007


Again, the title escapes me. Some days it's like that.....

As you may know, this is my only day off this week, and it always suck when I only get one. Well, it sucks for me anyhow.

Are any of you doing anything exciting for Memorial day? We're having a bit of a barbeque later. Big surprise, huh? I don't know if I mentioned it, but there's been a subtle power shift here.

Pops will no longer cook steaks on the grill. This is a direct result of my having done such a good job the last time I did steaks. I've been promoted to official steak cooker.

Oh well, it had to happen, I guess.

Guess that's all for now.

Buenos con queso,


Saturday, May 26, 2007


The hardest part about blogging is coming up with a good title.

Well, it seems that way to me anyhow. Rattling on about the inconsequentials of my life is rather easy in comparison to that.

Since I've been on about tatoos lately, I thought I'd share another one I've come up with, and hope to be able to afford soon.

Being a snake (chinese zodiac) I've decided to get a snake tatoo. My first thought was to have the head of the snake on my foot, and it's body wrapped up my calf. After a bit of thought, tho I decided to go another way.

The tail will be on the top of my foot, and the body will still wrap up my leg, but I now envision the head somewhere in the middle of my calf with it's fangs sunk into my leg.....

I think that will be pretty coo. At Erin's suggestion, I think I'm going to go with a coral snake:

Just because they look so cool. Any other suggestions will also be considered.

Also, as I'm surfing as well as blogging, I just found the Malaysian blue coral snake.....

Now we're talkin'....

Anyhow, time for some eats me thinks...

Fiesta con auga,


Friday, May 25, 2007

The crazy is what's holding my brain together......

It's amazing the thoughts that muddle through my noodle sometimes.

You guys like popcorn? I sure do. All kinds, all flavors. Cheddar, kettle corn, movie theater name it. When I make it I usu way over salt it, and if it's one of the standard 'butter' flavors, I usu add some parmesan cheese and garlic powder as well.

Remember when making popcorn used to be a huge pain in the ass? You had to heat oil on the stove, stand there and shake back and forth for days, and hope to hell you didn't burn it. Took forever. Then the came out with the hot air popper. Any of you have one of those?

This made things much eaiser. It was still a process tho. Measuring, having a bowl ready under the corn chute (that sounds kinda wrong) and still, you had to stand there and monitor it.

These days, however, it is simlicity itself. Simply take a pack out of the HUGE box of popcorn on your pantry shelf, (you do have a huge box dont you) open it up, put it cook side up, and in most cases simply push the 'popcorn' button on the microwave.

Three and a half to four minutes later, you have a steaming bag of joy. Open carefully, and enjoy.

I'm not sure who the guy was that came up with it, but I know one thing. His spot in heaven is reserved.

He will sit at God's right hand for eternity, his sole duty will be providing the Almighty with corn whenever the mood hits Him.

So, thank you, microwave popcorn inventer. You have made my day.

So....the call of the day thing kinda lamed out on me. There are scads of stupid calls, but they all seem to run together after a while. Nothing really stands out. Tho, I did take a call a couple nights ago, it was just the average 'the office is closed, but I can get a message to them' experience, and I was my normal friendly self.

Yesterday I was called into my direct supervisor's office and told that the owner of the account had been told by the woman leaving the above message the we were 'the best, most friendly, and efficent answering service she had ever dealt with, and that it was a pleasure to leave a message with us.'

Go figure.

I am very nice...when I'm on the phone. What most of the rude/stupid people don't know is that I'm flipping the screen off, usually with both hands while I wait for them to stop talking, and that I curse a blue streak as soon as I'm off the phone with them.

Guess that's it for now.

El poquito grande,


Thursday, May 24, 2007

A whole new look....

Ok, so I took the plunge....I changed the template of my blog.

This is so I can start playing with how it looks more than anything. Once I decide which one to use, and how big to make them, I'm going to put a rad cool image at the top of my page, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Thursday, July 12th. Mark the day on your calendar. Or not, but it's marked on mine. That's when my next tat will be dropped on my skin. Mark, my artist, has my lame ass attempts at showing what I want it to look like, and will be working on an actual design.

As I understand it, about 2 weeks before the appt I will be going into the shop to see what direction he's going with it, and I plan on taking a pic or 2 of the design, so look for that in the future. Of course, I'll have him take a pic of it when he's done putting it on, so you can see that too.

I'd take the pic myself, but it's going to be on my back, on my left shoulder. Ever try to take a pic of your own back?

I didn't think so.

Now, all I have to do is get the money.....

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Too fucking early.....

I woke up at 6:40 this morning, and I'm not happy about it.

Not even a little bit. When you don't have to get into the shower until noon, or leave for work until 2pm, waking up at 6:40 is like having somebody pee in your ear:

It's not something you enjoy.

Only 6 days until the blue moon, and let me tell you, people are just as strange/stupid as ever.

Again, it's more a type of call than any particular call of the day. Let me say it again for the cheap seats. When you say I just have a couple quick questions, and I reply well, I'm the service and I don't really know anything about the company, please don't take that as an invitation to go ahead and ask.

I REALLY don't know.

In other news, I think I've decided to get my kid commeration tat next. It's one I've had in my mind for years now, and I think I'm going to go for it. It's an ankh which for those of you that may not know looks like this:

The cool part is that the loop on top will contain my daughters name, the stem my son's, and the crossbar will be their birthdates. I stopped by Distinct Ink yesterday to talk to Mark, and in true it-only-happens-to-me fashion, he's off on Tuesdays. Well, I'm going back today, so all will be well.

I have no idea how much it's going to cost, or how the hell I'm going to get the money, but it has to be done.

El poquito grande,


Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I've started making a book.....

No, not writing a book, but making one. I folded some paper in half, and using just a needle and thread have begun sewing them together. I figure I'll make 3, maybe 4 folios like that then stitch them together and cover it in....I'm thinking leather. I plan to carry it with me to jot down all the ideas that come to me (and are subsequently forgotten for lack of somewhere to write them down).

Last night was barbeque ribs. My Pops is the king of ribs, and last night was no exception. We also had fresh made french fries and corn on the cob.

I ate myself into near insensibility.

Happily there are some leftover ribs, which means I shall be the target of much envy at work when I eat them for my lunch (i take it around 9pm so it cant rightly be called lunch i suppose).

Thanks for playing,


Sunday, May 20, 2007

A stitch in time saves nine....

I'd like to tell you that I've done something spectacualr, or that I've invented an engine that runs on nothing but water, or even that I've managed to replant the rain forest, but I haven't.

Instead, I barbequed steak and got drunk.

Lame post, but I had to put something on before I passed out.

Carne del diablo,


Saturday, May 19, 2007

Cold pizza for breakfast.....

Right out of the fridge, no re-heating or any of that funky shit.

Fucking yum.....

I love pizza. Even the few times I've found myself working at pizza joints and eating pizza every day has done noting to diminish my love for it. Everyone would always say 'you're gonna get sick of it...blahblahblah...'.

No way Jose. I could eat pizza every day. Not necessarily every meal, and of course I'd have to vary the toppings, but I never get sick of it.

So, it's approaching that time of year. Dland is a scant 4 months away, and the savings crunch is on. I still hope to be able to afford another tat before I go (all the well-wishing karma you can send will help). Things are going to be a bit different this year, however. Michael had said that he was going to absent himself this year, and that was before the surgery and everything, but I talked to his mom, and they are going to see if they can come down for a day or 2 while we are at the park.

The other bit of news I got was a little depressing as well. My daughter Summer has begun doing a bit of missionary work in Uganda. Sadly, her next visit falls during the Dland trip this year, and so she will not be attending.

This year I will be sans kids. This, while making the trip a bit cheaper, changes the entire dynamic of the trip for me. I know that we'll still have a blast (we always do) but things will just not be the same.

Oh well, there's always next year to look forward to.

I guess the call of the day would be the tow call from Stateline. What you may not know, however, is that there are at least 2 towns named Stateline in California. One at Lake Tahoe, where Emerald Bay Towing (one of our clients) is located and one in Socal headed towards Vegas.

Yeah, so guess which one they were near. After getting some info from them, I figured out they were calling the wrong area, and told them so. They then asked if I knew the number of a tow company in their area....Uhm, no. I live like 600 miles away from there. After a lengthy time spent explaining this, they hung up.

And called back 5 mins later to ask the same stupid fucking questions.


Carne del Diablo,


Friday, May 18, 2007

Yeah, well, he's not the boss of me....

How did Bruce Springsteen get this particular title, that's what I'd like to know.

He's got like maybe 5 songs that I like, and if I ever hear the song 'Cover Me' again, I'm likely to kill someone. It was relased the week I moved to Florida (we drove and would lose radio stations frequently)and I must have heard that fucking song 100 times or more.

I could die happy if I never heard it again.

Posting fast so as not to miss the day....


Thursday, May 17, 2007

One more moon to go.....

In my haste to discuss the pecularities of the blue moon, I totally forgot that there's a new moon this month too.

At least there was. It was yesterday. Wednesday if you will.

Now, You can say what you want about whether or not the moon affects people, but consider this:

We have tides on this planet because of the moon.

Spring Tides
When the moon is full or new, the gravitational pull of the moon and sun are combined. At these times, the high tides are very high and the low tides are very low. This is known as a spring high tide. Spring tides are especially strong tides (they do not have anything to do with the season Spring). They occur when the Earth, the Sun, and the Moon are in a line. The gravitational forces of the Moon and the Sun both contribute to the tides. Spring tides occur during the full moon and the new moon.

The moon pushes and pull millions of tons of water around if they were nothing. It affects water on an almost molecular level. Now, if the moon can do that to a planet that's 94% water, it would be ludicrous to think that it wouldn't affect an organism that's 98.

I bring this up simply because full and new moons seem to affect water in a very dramatic manner. That may explain why today was such a rat fucker. The worst part is, in 2 weeks we have another full moon.

And it's on a Thursday.

Ok, for sheer pissed-offedness, the call of the day was the auto dialer that called like 100 times in like an hour and a half.

For humor, it went like this:

"Random appliance repair company, this is T.J., how may I help you?"

"No, I'm ok, thanks."


Huh? Yeah, that's the kind of calls I had all day, and it was sooooooo fucking busy.

Anyhow, if any of this stuff tickles your fancy, let me know.

Carne del diablo,


Wednesday, May 16, 2007

What would your Jeopardy anecdote be?

It's been a couple years since I saw this one, and I've talked about it many times, but I just realized I've never blogged it. If you watch Jeopardy at all (i do every chance i get), you know that after the 1st commercial break, they talk to all the contestents. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's not. I guess it's supposed to 'humanize' these people, and make us feel closer to them. Sometimes it's just embarrasing.

For instance, there was a lady who admitted on national television (and i have to think that at least some people in her hometown were watching) that it had been literally years since she bought toilet paper. It seems to stem from the nature of what it is. A disposable one-time-use commodity.

Instead she steals it.

That's right, you heard me. From restaurants and the like. So, not only is she a thief, but also appears to be less than intelligent. Why in the fuck would you admit to that on t.v.? I don't know what her life is like, but there has to be something else that she could have shared with the viewing public....

I honestly don't know what goes through some people's heads.

Yesterday's call of the day:

"I don't remember what account, this is T.J., how may I help you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number. I was trying to call my voice mail. Do you know that number?"

Ex-fucking-scuse me? Do I know the number to your fucking voice mail? Well no, in fact I don't.

That's all for now.



Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Does anybody really know what time it is....

Does anybody really care about time?

Those are lyrics from a Chicago song, I believe. I know the song, I'm just not sure who sings it. I bring it up now, because last night I had an insight into just how irrelevant clock time has actually become.

Why is my 5am New York's 8am? Why do we feel the need for time zones? I've driven across timezones in my travels, and guess what? There's no difference between the two sides. In fact, if your house was built in the right place, you could conceivably split it with one of those time zone lines. Imagine it if you will.

It's 8am in the kitchen, and 9 am in your room. How fucked up is that? I carried this personal grudge against time and time zones for quite some time, but last night was the kicker. I saw an ad for one of the 'pause live tv' systems. May have been Tivo, but I don't recall for sure.

What I figured out last night is that the dvr, as they call it, has made time even less relevant. You come home, get your end of day stuff done, and sit down to watch the shows you've recorded. Your 4pm soap opera starts at 9pm now. It's an hour long, but you do fast forward through the commercials right?

So, now that hour long show is 50 mins or so. The next show is the same, and so on. Soon you've got all this extra time, but you still go to bed when your shows are over.

I think there should be a Universal Time. I mean, how hard would it be, really? Pick a day, it doesn't matter which, but make it the same day all over the world, and just say 'Ok....right now, it's 12:00 am. Gentlemen, start your clocks.' Then it would be the same time all over the world, and all this madness would end.

Hell, time's just something we made up anyhow, so why not?

Just my $0.02.


Monday, May 14, 2007

It's not my fault....

I was kidnapped by gypsies and forced to drink large amounts of Sacremental wine.


Ok, aliens abducted me and performed a bizarre series of alcohol tolerance tests on me.

You still don't beleive me?

Ok, a buddy showed up and took pops and I gambling and drinking. How's that sound? He also brought New York steaks, asparagras, artichokes, and LOTS of beer. He also forced us at gunpoint to go gamble. He sported the cash for that too, so it was good.

So was hitting a 5 spot on the devils for $120. Needless to say it was very drunk out last night, and I missed my post. What a shitter.

So, for those who read this (if anybody but kat still does) Happy Mother's Day.

I'm thinking of getting a new tattoo with my winnings, but I really haven't decided yet. Not sure what I can afford even.

Well, hope all is well with you.



Saturday, May 12, 2007

It is but the work of a moment....

To come here and tell thee of my days....

So, again I sit before you, my tale to tell. I wish I had beauty to share, or even joy, but sadly, these are denied me.

I have another day before me, and then may I rest. Tis a Saturday, however, and methinks 'twill be a test of my resolve.....

Sorry....Watching A Knights Tale, and feeling all Olde English and shit. Today is going to suck, I just know it. Yesterday was a total pain in the ass, and when Friday is Hell, Saturday is the Death that follows after.

I wish it were not so, but it always seems to be thus.

Oh, and for those keeping score: We had a call of the day.

"Random foot and ankle doctor's office, this is T.J., how may I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to place an order please."

"And would you be wanting a new foot or a new ankle you stupid fuck?"

No, of course I didn't say that, but it's what I was thinking. How fucking hard is it to listen to the person answering the phone? I mean really.

Anyhoozle, there's a shower with my name on it, and I will leave thee.



Friday, May 11, 2007

Buck Melanoma, Moley Russell's wart....

10 bucks if you can peg the movie that's from.

So, I got my ass kicked at golf last night. Not that I'm all that surprised. As I said, it's been daaaays since I played.

I started to rant about work last night, but as any of you reading (like anybody still does) remember it was interupted by the arrival of friends.

I don't really have the same tempo of anger that I was working on last night, so you're be spared the rest of my bitching.

For now.

Ok, so I'm lame today.

Can't really find anything good/new to say, so I'm outtie.



Thursday, May 10, 2007

Why doesn't through rhyme with rough?

Ha, thought I'd missed a day, didn't you?

You can admit it. Not that anybody still reads this tripe, but I still feel the need to rant on.

Whew, was it ever a Thursday. I felt good all day, but that was slowly eroded away. Well, I still feel pretty good, but man, am I mad too!!

So, I'm here, talking to you and taking a few deep breaths. I'm supposed to have company (we're gonna play hot shots 3) and Ima kick some azzez (yeah rite been loong since I've played).

There wasn't any particular call to note today, but there were a lot of useless ones. Something that happens....well, all the time is the recorded sales call.

I'm sure you've gotten one at home. Or the recorded fund-raiser call. Hi this is Senator Schmuck, and I've been..... Yeah, well multiply that by the 180-250 companies we answer for and you being to see my dilema.

Well the company is here, so that's all for now...

Maybe I'll post a pics of Trina's feet later....


Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The Walmart $5.50 bin....

I ask, you, is there anything better?

Well, a thing or two, perhaps, but they don't bear repeating at the mo.

I bought A Knights Tale, Broken Arrow, Undercover Brother, and Dante's Peak. Not a ton of flicks, but a good selection nonetheless.

A couple things that pissed me off tho; Undercover Brother is full screen (i forgot to check before i bought it so my fault) and Dante's Peak will only run in my DVD player with the commentary on. I love listening to the commentaries, don't get me wrong.

I do prefer, however to be able to choose when and if I do. This is the second movie I've gotten that plagues me thus: My copy of Liar, Liar does the same thing. I'll try Dante's Peak in my ps3, and with any luck it will run fine.

So, that's where I'm headed now.

Happy Humping Day....


Tuesday, May 08, 2007


And back to work.

The start of another wonderful work week is upon me, and what can I say....I'm stoked.

Only not really. I guess I complain about work too much. I mean, really I have it pretty easy.

I start work rather late in the day, I get off fairly early, there's no heavy lifting, and I spend the day sitting on my ass talking on the phone. It's just work in general I find offensive.

Oh well, I could be flipping burgers or digging ditches I suppose.

Ok, I'll prolly post again when I get home tonight, and I'll try and have a 'call of the day' to share....


Monday, May 07, 2007

Just like they do it at Cordon Bleu.....

Pops used to work in a place called The Newell House, a way bad, top of the line dinner house. The head chef was a graduate of the famed culinary academy, and among the things my did picked up was the recipie for Blue Cheese dressing.

I'm sure you heard me go on about it.

We made some (well pops did) today, and I had a HUGE salad for dinner.


Not much else went on today, but it's a day off, so I kinda liked it that way. We did a bit of shopping, and I went into Trader Joe's for the first time in, like, ever I think. That's where we got the blue cheese, cause it's like half the cost of the grocery store.

Michael should be home soon. I'm waiting for news on that front.

Well, it's kinda boring, but what do you do?


Sunday, May 06, 2007

One small step for a man....

Several thousand steps for the March of Dimes.

Yeah, so that's who the walk benefited. The day dawned kinda cold and nasty, and sadly didn't shape up til after the walk was over. I was fine with it, but there were some kid issues. I won't bore you with all the details, but instead will ply you with some photos:

I also got to take a picture of my favorite road sign EVER!!!

Here are some from earlier as well:


Driving rain:

For Christmas, my grandma gave me this:

What she didn't know is that I've been able to do this:

for over 20 yrs now.

So, yeah that's it for now.



Saturday, May 05, 2007

It's too early for a good title....

It's just after 6 a.m. as I write this, so forgive the lameness of the title....

For no reason at all, I'm doing a walkathon today.

No, I'm not sponsored.

I'm not raising any money.

I just don't have anything better to do.

A friend from work is the one who did all the leg work for sponsors and such, and she got over $300.00. I'm not sure who the money benefits, but I'm sure whomever it is will be happy to get it.

I have to be at her house at 7:30. What the fuck was I thinking?

The call of the day (friday) is a bit of a toss up between the guy that told me, and I quote 'I've got pus coming out of the end of my penis, and there's a redish tint to my diarrhea', and this little gem:

"******** ****** ********, this is T.J. how may I help you?"

"Who is this?"

"It's T.J. with the answering service for ******** ****** ********."

"Oh, well, I need to talk to someone privately, but thanks for calling anyways"

Fucking what?

Thanks for calling.....yeah, cause I soooooo called you.

Yeah, gotta love it.

Well, I intend to take some pix on the lovely walk, so perhaps I'll post them later.....


Friday, May 04, 2007

I think the government offed Anna Nicole Smith...

No, really.

I can hear you all ask why, but the answer is really quite simple:

They did it to cover up crazy astronaut chick.

Yeah, remember her? She was all news, all the time. 2 days later, Anna's toast, and that's all it's been for months.

Have you heard anything else about crazy astronaut chick?

Neither have I.....

I'm just sayin.

The call of the day (thursday) came late in the evening, and was another example of my prophetic vision, which will hereafter be refered to as my MPV. Yes, I know it's redundant, but it sounds stupid without the other 'my.'

It's also been called a T.J.-vu (thanks brenda). Tonight's was very obscure, and would prolly lose a lot in the telling, but it can be summed up in two words:

Mister Glasscock. it goes like this. I posted this after work on Thursday, and so I may or may not post again tomorrow. Get back to me in the morning.


Thursday, May 03, 2007

I'll prolly get in trouble for this....

but I don't fucking care!!!

There was no specific 'call of the day' yesterday. I had hoped to share a funny/stupid call with you all, but instead found that I had to lump 3-4 of them together to voice an opinion on a topic that just pisses me off. I call it:

"'scuse me somebody espeaka espanish?

Here's a news flash, NO, I DON'T FUCKING ESPEAKA ESPANISH, and I'm offended that you even asked me.

Now, I know that there are people all over the world that don't speak English. I mean, as far as I know, it's only the official language of 2 countries, and given the world population, it just stands to reason that there are billions of people that don't speak it.

I'm ok with that. You see, I'm don't live in one of those non-speaking countries trying to force my language on other people. Nor would I. I might visit a country without fluency in thier native tounge, but I sure as hell wouldn't MOVE there if I couldn't fucking speak it. Hell, I wouldn't even visit without learning at least a little of the lingua franca.

Anyhow, that's today's. Oh, and yeah the moon didn't rise till after dark here, so no pix of it at all.

Look for another post tomorrow.


Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Once in a blue moon.....

I'm sure you've all heard the expression, but how many of you know what it actually means?

I quote Wikipedia:

Calendar blue moons

In recent times, people have taken to calling a full moon a blue moon based on the Gregorian calendar. By this use of the term, a blue moon is the second of two full moons to occur in the same calendar month. This definition of blue moon originated from a mistake in an article in the 1946 Sky & Telescope magazine, which failed in an attempt to infer the earlier definition used in the original Farmer's Almanac (see above). It was helped to popularity when Deborah Byrd of Earth & Sky walked into the Peridier astronomy library at the University of Texas at Austin one day, leafed through some old magazines, and found the 1948 blue moon article in Sky & Telescope. She used the definition - the second full moon in a single month - in the radio series Star Date for some years. As a result, the game Trivial Pursuit used a question and answer about "blue moon." Sky & Telescope discovered the error nearly 60 years later and the magazine printed a retraction and correction. But by the time the correction came, the calendar definition had already come into common use. Because it is so much easier to understand, the "mistaken" calendar-based meaning has stuck.

Calendar blue moons occur infrequently, and the saying once in a blue moon is used to describe a rare event. However, they are inevitable because of the mis-match between the solar and lunar cycles. Each calendar year contains 12 full lunar cycles, plus about 11 days to spare. The extra days accumulate, so that while most years contain 12 full moons to match the 12 months, every 2 or 3 years there is a year with 13 full moons. On average, this happens once every 2.72 years.

When there are 13 moons in a year, 12 of them are given the 12 traditional names associated with that time of year (the names vary from culture to culture), and the extra one is termed a blue moon. Which of the 13 moons is termed 'blue' depends on whether it is calculated by the old or the new method.

The months of the Gregorian calendar are all very close to the 29.5306-day period of the moon's phases: the synodic month, or lunation. Most of the months are longer than this by 1 or 2 days, except February, which is the only month which cannot contain a calendar blue moon. Since February is 1 or 2 days shorter than the moon's cycle, very occasionally it has no full moon. There is a full moon at the end of January, and the next one is at the beginning of March. This happens, on average, once every 35 years.

The next two calendar blue moons (based on UTC) will be on June 30, 2007 (but May 31, 2007 in the Western Hemisphere; see below); and December 31, 2009. Because February (according to UTC) will have no full moon in 2018, January and March will each have a calendar blue moon that year.

If you noted in that text, or if you've looked at you calendar, you may have noticed that this month has 2 full moons. I'm going to try something. I'm going to try and get pix of both of them. Not sure how easy it will be, given the crappiness of my dig, but we shall see.

I've also decided to chronicle my experiences more closely during this time. You see, I'm a firm believer in the whole 'full moons affect people' thing. I have noticed over the last few days that people are getting stranger on the phone.

I do NOT have high hopes about today. I think I'm going to have a 'call of the day' that I'm going to post. Either the stupidest, wierdest, or even just the most random. I'll use them to title blogs for the next 29 days (going to try and post every day) and see how that works.

Oh, and in case you don't have a calendar handy, the 2nd full moon, the blue one? Yeah it's a Thursday.

What can I say. I'm stoked.

Out for now,