Thursday, February 28, 2008

No post today.....

Yeah, you heard me, I'm not gonna fuckin' post today.

Wanna make something of it?

Yeah....I didn't think so.

Now go somewhere and read something interesting that someone else posted, because it's a borefest over here.

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, February 27, 2008

This shit has got to stop.....

I mean, c'mon.

Is it really necessary for me to wake up 2-3 hours before my alarm goes off?

I don't think so.

All I want is to be able to sleep in.

It's not like I'm reaching for the fucking stars, I just want to sleep until 6 fucking 30. It's not even like that could be counted sleeping in.

For crying out loud, it's 6:30 am. I know people that consider sleeping in staying in bed 'til noon.

Gah, I fucking hate this shit.

Buenos con queso,


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives....

Each wife had 7 sacks,
Each sack had 7 cats,
Each cat had 7 kits.

Kits, cats, sacks, wives.....

How many were going to St. Ives?

That's an old one, and it's still used from time to time.

In fact, they used it in Die Hard With a Vengence.

Can any of you get the answer?

I'm not going to put it in the post, but feel free to put your guess in the comments.

Buenos con queso,


Monday, February 25, 2008

Video killed the radio star.....

Did you know that the video for that song was the first ever played on MTV.

You know, back when the actually played videos on MTV.

I don't think I've watched MTV for longer than it's taken me to surf past it in like, what, 20 yrs now? In fact, it's currently on my list of 'should I just delete them from my tuner's channels' list, along with CSPAN, CSPAN2, All the home shopping channels, Hallmark, Lifetime, ABC Family, Disney, Bravo, and any channel that whores itself out to 'program length advertisements' between the hours of 10pm and 8 am.

Fuck, I remember when having cable meant you could actually find something worth watching on television. Of course, I also remember when cable meant you had a whopping 13 channels to choose from. There was no Hi-Def, there was no stereo T.V., and I was the remote control, for fuck's sake.

Now, my tuner has, I don't know, 60+ channels, and I very seldom find anything I can stomach, and if I do, it's usually a rerun. I can't even watch movies on network/cable t.v.

Most of the time, they're hacked, no, butchered to the point that you haven't even truly seen the movie. I mean, really, why even try to show something like Goodfellas, Scarface, or Pulp Fiction on a non-movie channel?

I mean, really.

And those aren't the only ones. Even PG13 movies get hacked to shit. Hell, G-rated movies even go under the knife. It sickens me.

Ok, I guess I'm done for now.

Buenos con queso,


P.S. Terasia....get in touch with me, girl. We need to do lunch or something.....

Sunday, February 24, 2008

I was on the phone with Summer last night.....

No, not the season. That bastard is still down South somewhere, and not taking or returning my calls.

No, I'm referring to my daughter.

I haven't talked to her in a while, which is mostly my fault, but we had a good chat last night.

I got a couple pieces of news: Firstly, she wants to go to Dland with us this year (yay), and secondly she has her fucking learner's permit.

How fucking old do I feel?

I suppose it's just as bad as knowing that my son will be fucking 21 in November.

Does anybody know how and or why time makes us it's bitch?

I mean really.

I did get one little grin tho: J, Summer's mom (and obviously my ex) is a grandmother. Heh. Her oldest son, P.J. has a daugher (i think). So J, who's actually a couple years younger than me made it to grandparenthood first.

Not that I wish bad things for her. I think you all know that I love her. I guess I always will, and not just because we have Summer to tie us together. J and I were good together, and she could get me out of a bad mood faster than anyone else I've ever known.

Ok, sorry for the lateness of the post.....

Buenos con queso,


Saturday, February 23, 2008

Resident Evil: Extinction

I know it's not one of the bad dollar store movies that I promised to review (ill do one of those next week) but I thought I'd review it.

Let me start by saying that I was never a big fan of the Resident Evil games. The first time I played the first game, it was a rental, and there wasn't a book explaining how to play the game.

Due to some wonkiness in the control scheme, and some necessary button knowledge that I was lacking, I played the game very poorly. It was clumsy (or i was), I died a lot, and I only played it for like 45 mins or so.

After some instruction (and many months later i might add) I managed to get better at the game.

I'm still not a huge fan though.

The movies, on the other hand, I love!!

First and foremost, the all star one of my list girls, the one, the only Milla Jovovich. As in The Fifth Element, she plays one bad ass bitch.

She's on a one woman crusade to save the world.

Well, sorta.

I'm not going to delve into the first two movies in this review. I may do them at a later date, but that's a matter for another day.


This being the 3rd installment of the series, one is prepared for a bad experience. 3rd movies are notoriously bad, no matter what the first two have held (notable exceptions include indiana jones and the last crusade and die hard with a vengence). Sadly, this movie didn't quite live up to my expectations.

True, my expections are often unusually high. Especially for movies.

It wasn't horrible, just not what I wanted. The storyline is ok, and the action sequences are great, but everything seems to pull up just a little short. Milla, of course, kicks major ass. She always does.

Most of the other characters, however, are not very well played. The only other name from the main credits that I recognized was Ali Larter, and I don't even know (or care) enough about her to be able to name anything else she's ever done.

As a fan of the 1st two movies, I liked this one. There a couple of plot holes that maybe only I would see, but in the grand scheme of the movie, they're pretty minor. Nothing that makes you lose interest, mind, but things that kinda bug me.

If you saw and liked the precursors to this flick, I'd recommend it, for the action scenes if nothing else. If you haven't them, maybe now's the time to rent them all and have a zombie-fest day (take note andie).

In other news, you may notice a new button on the right hand side of my blog. For no reason at all (other than it was on the blogger log in page) I thought I'd add the option of calling me.

Yeah, that's right.

Just click on the button, put in your number (you can keep it private) and then your phone rings. Pick it up, and it will dial myphone. It's pretty cool, and I've already tested it. So, if you suddenly feel the need, now you can talk to me.

As if.

If you do decide to call, please don't call between the hours of 9am and 6pm Pacific Time, as I'll be at work. The exception of course being Friday and Saturday, as those are my days off. Any other time, night or day is fair game.

Buenos con queso,


Friday, February 22, 2008

I did something today that my sister never would.....

See, we were at the mall and sis was treating for some S'bucks (quad cap if you must know) and she bought a package of these kick ass cookies that they sell. In the process of opening them, she spilled one out onto the floor.

Now, I know that she sort of adheres to the 10 second rule, but I also know that there's no way on God's green Earth she's not gonna eat it off the floor of the fukcin' mall.

I, of course, adhere to the 'unless it's wet and I see something adhere to it or I drop it into something wet I'm gonna eat it' rule.

I'm on the phone with L at this point, and she did remind me that there's prolly a floor I wouldn't eat off in any case: That of a public restroom.

Faililng that tho, if I drop it, or you drop it, I'm gonna pick it up and eat it.

Cause that's how I roll.

What are your thoughts?

Buenos con queso,


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Everything happens for a reason.....

I've heard that all my life.

There are things I have problems seeing the reason for, but deep down, I think I believe it.

There have been a lot of things in my life that I've pondered the reasons for. Some directly affected my life, and some were just on the edges, but a lot of them had one thing in common:

I just couldn't understand why.

I guess I still don't.

Not that the things have stopped happening. It's not that at all. I still have to wonder why certain things happen, but I think I'm starting to think that there might actually be reasons for some of these things.

Hell, maybe all of them.

Sorry for getting so deep, but I've got a lot on my mind.....

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.....

Not that my post is going to have anyting to do with that, I just like that quote and thought I'd use it.

I think Alexander Pope said that.

I was going to watch the total lunar eclipse tonight, but the weather didn't cooperate. As I type this, we hae overcast from horizon to horizon, and I can't even find the glow where the moon's supposed to be.

I kinda knew that there was one going on, but had relegated it to the back corner of my mind. It was brought back to the forefront by a phone call from my technical advisor, James.

He makes a point of always informing me of celestial events as well as technological ones. I just wish I'd been able to enjoy this one.

Did any of you watch it?

Buenos con queso,


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Good news, bad news...they can both kiss my ass.....

I haven't really mentioned it, but our network at work has basically been down for the last 5 days or so.

This has meant for me:

1. Leaving early on Sunday (after a single hour at work) because without the internet, I can't do my job.

2. Another full day spent cleaning guns (yesterday).

So, the good news is that our network is back up, and running at full speed, so I can actually do the job I was hired for.

The bad news is that I spent the entire day (along with a coworker) running ethernet cables through a dusty suspended ceiling.

It was a motherfucking pain in the ass, I shit you not. I had a couple guns left to clean, and I didn't want to leave the job unfinished, but somewhere around 10 am I finished the last rifle and started running cable.

I was 10 minutes late leaving work (510), and didn't eat or take a break all day.

I did manage to drink 2 Dr Peppers tho, so I consider myself blessed.

By the time we were done, I was as dirty as a Frenchman. My hands were filthy, my pants covered in dust and grime, and I felt as if I'd gone 10 rounds with a heavyweight champion.

I took a long, hot (scalding almost) shower and now I can barely keep my eyes open and my fingers moving, so I shall bid ye adieu.....

Buenos con queso,


Monday, February 18, 2008

The List.....

Everyone has a list, I guess.

Even most couples (married or otherwise) I've known have a List.

You know those 5 people you're allowed to sleep with if the opportunity arises. Well, my situation is a bit different. See, forcing myself into single status for the duration opens a lot of doors.

Mostly, it means that I don't have to limit my list to 5 famous ladies that I'd like to 'spend some time with.'

I call this my 'Any day, any time, as long as necessary and as often as possible' list. The list is certainly incomplete (as there are people i really know on the list and im not putting their names down) and with the exception of the first name on the list, they are in no particular order.

They are as follows:

  1. Angelina Jolie
  2. Milla Jojovich
  3. Salma Hayek
  4. Summer Glau (a very recent addition)
  5. Keira Knightley
  6. Sandra Bullock
  7. Lucy Liu
  8. Liv Tyler
  9. Halle Berry
  10. Geena Davis
  11. Marisa Tomei
  12. Eliza Dushku
  13. Shannyn Sossamon
  14. Rene Russo
  15. Kirsten Dunst

The beauty of this list lies in the fact that not only will I prolly never even meet any of these women, but their beauty and popularity almost guarantees that even if I did, I wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting with them.

Thus, I'm allowed my fantasies without ever having to worry about what I'm going to say to them the morning after.

It's a win-win.

Oh, yeah. Michael left today. Just about an hour ago, to be exact.

It was good to see him, and hopefully his trial stuff is taken care of. If not, we'll be seeing him again in a couple few months. Failing that, we'll have to wait for November, cause he's going to be here for his 21st birthday.

I fully intend to take him out to the Gold Dust, and show him how to play nickel keno.

Guess that's all today.....

Buenos con queso,


Saturday, February 16, 2008

I guess it's all over.....

I missed a day...and then to make it a true failure, I went ahead and took yesterday off too.

At least the pressure's off....I did pretty well though, I mean I did make it almost 2 months posting every day.

I'll still try and to it every day or so, but now I don't have to worry if I miss a day....

Kinda short today, as we have a lot of stuff planned, and I've only got a couple days left to hang with Michael.....

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

So, I can finally let the cat out of the bag......

See, I've been keeping a secret.

I've known for a bit now, like a week or two, that Michael (my son for the newbies) was coming to town. See, about 10 mos ago the video store where he was working (while living here also for the newbies) was held up.

And yes, he was forced at gunpoint to do the fuckheads bidding i.e. trying to kick down an office door, and giving him the money.

You know, typical shit.

Well, the D.A. paid to bring him up here to testify. He got here yesterday, did his bit in court today, and is here until Monday, so, tho the reason that he came is kinda fucked up, at least we get a good visit.

I've been unable to say anything, 'cause Mom woulda spilt the beans.


I feel better now.

Buenos con queso,


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I refuse to even watch the commercials for it.....

Which for me, puts it on par with:

·Payday Loan Companies
·That bastard J.G. Wentworth (im gonna kick your ass now)
·ANY 'reality' show (except my life on the d list i lurrves kathy griffin)
·Companies whoring kids/puppies

I'm referring, of course to the latest entertainment abortion known as 'The Moment of Truth'.

I mean, really, have we sunk to this? Watching people lie and humiliate themselves on national T.V.?

What's next, a show chronicling the diarrhea/vomiting of a deathly ill fucker suffering the end stages of some bacteriological infection?

For crying out fucking loud people this tripe is NOT entertainment.

I tell you, it makes me weep.

Buenos con queso,


Monday, February 11, 2008

No money, no honey.....

Hat is all.


Sunday, February 10, 2008

I think the itching may actually be the worst part.....

Of the whole tattoo process.

I mean, sure, there's pain, and there's the agony of deciding what, and where.

Even paying for a tat can be a problem (without casinos that is), but the most lengthy and recurring symptom is the healing itch.

Today, it was driving me fucking batshit.

It still is, in fact.

I've been lotioning and slapping them all day long, and it still hasn't subsided in any real fashion.

I'm grinning as I write this tho. Even with the inconvenience of the itching, and all of the above, they're still worth it. Don't let me put you off getting one.

I'm still a major fan, and I still have a few that I'm going to get, so don't think I'm regretting my current ones.

I just like to bitch, but if you've read here for any length of time, you already know that.

Buenos con queso,


Saturday, February 09, 2008

Saturday Morning Movie Madness.....

Inspired (?) by my recent 'review' of Gigli, I've decided to devote Saturday mornings to sharing my opinion on movies with you.

This looks to be a recurring theme for a post, and will surely help me with the 365 posts I'm looking to share this year.

I've also kinda decided (also in the spirit of gigli) to review movies that I expect to be bad.

I mean, everybody reviews the blockbusters and Oscar nominees.

I plan to review the dollar store DVD's. You know the ones I mean. Although at my dollar store, they're 2 for a dollar, and I anticipate some real stinkers.

This first one, however, is going to be from a movie that was a bit more mainstream.

You may remember that some time back I bought and watched Not Another Teen Movie. I was plesantly surprised that it wasn't a total piece of dogshit. It was a mash up of all the teen movies (duh), but it had some of it's own goodness.

Shortly after (or perhaps before) there was a movie called Date Movie. I had seen ads for it, and it looked pretty funny. Well, it wasn't. In fact, I'm going to call it Don't Movie. It was that bad.

Given the whole 'I try to find something good even in the bad movies' trip that I have, I was looking for something redeeming in the film. It was basically My Big Fat Greek Wedding rolled up and shoved up the ass of Meet The Parents/Fockers, and wrapped in My Best Friend's Wedding.

And not in a good way. There were also elements of Jerry Maguire, Pretty Woman, Hitch, and incongruously Kill Bill. There were also nods (sometimes only a single scene) to Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, Bridget Jones's Diary, and many others.

I measure a movie's success by how many times I laugh. Even if I'm the only one that would laugh at a given line, I still count that at a win.

Well, in the whole movie there was only one line that made me laugh.

I know, right?

The one line, delivered by Eddie Griffin, is a parody of the 'I'll take you down to Chinatown' line that Bobby DeNiro uses in Meet the Parents, and it goes like this:'Chinatown? I'll take your bitch ass to 134th street. Bust ya in the head with a pipe.'

Believe it or not, that was the only thing in the whole movie that got a reaction out of me.

Ok, there you have it. My first in the now-continuing series of bad movie reviews.

Buenos con queso,


Friday, February 08, 2008

Well, I don't know how much better this will be.....

I told you when I started this whole 'post every day for a year' that I'd have some lame posts.

Last night's was lame for 2 reasons.

Firstly, I was having major back pain. That always fucks up anything I want to do. It's been on the edge of going out for about a week now, and it's edging into the danger area of total meltdown.

I've literally spent a week on my back when it's at it's worst.

Secondly, as I was in the throes of said disabilting pain, I had visitors.

We drank some beer and played some COD:4, and I was in pain the whole time. They left, and I was trying to find some respite when I remembered that I hadn't posted. It's a mark of my dedication to you all (or a mark of something at least) that I hauled my broken ass out of bed to post.

Oh, here's a tidbit:

My tat's are itching.

That's not a news flash, nor is it unexpected, but it doesn't make them itch any less. It's maddening. I mean, there is a simple solution.

Well, I suppose there are two. You can scrach, and pull the ink out, thus fucking up the entire process, or you can slap the itchy area, and that usually works as well, if not better, than actually scratching.

Well, I'm not a scratcher, but the other solution has it's own problems.

Firstly, being where they are, it's difficult to get to get a good swing at them. Have you ever tried to slap the back of your upper arm?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Secondly, the location presents a problem in and of itself. Remember how worried I was about the amount of pain that the tat's would bring me given the number of nerve endings in the tricep area?

Yeah, well when you slap them, it's no fucking walk in the park.

So, I'm given the choice of suffering through the itch, or inflicting moderate amounts of spot pain upon myself.

In case you care (yeah right) I've been opting for the suffering.

Ok, so there you have it.

It may not be much better than last night's post, but it certainly is longer.

Buenos con queso,


Thursday, February 07, 2008

I almost forgot to post.,....

Luckily, I remembered at the last second.

Well, not literally at the last second, I do have about 40 mins, but I was just about to shut down for the night.

Sadly for you all tho, because I remembered so late (and because im tired as hell) all you get is this lame 'I almost forgot to post' post.

I'll do better tomorrow, I promise.

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Google maps is kinda freaking me out.....

Have you seen the new 'street view' they have?

If you haven't, search a major city (i did new york san francisco and detroit mi) on the toolbar on the map you'll see a new button labled street view. Click on that, and then keep zooming in on the map til you see the little yellow 'man.'

Click on him, or click and drag him to one of the blue outlined streets.

At this point, a window pops up with an actual photographic image of the location.

You can rotate through 360 degrees, and by clicking on arrows in the image can move up and down the streets. You can either use the arrows to rotate, or just click and drag on the image. It's pretty wild.

I'm not sure how they managed it, but if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the sent people driving around with vid cams on their cars and just used some sort of software to isolate still frames from the footage.

On second thought though, I'm not so sure. That wouldn't explain the 'full circle view' aspect of it. However they did it, it's pretty cool.

It's not available for every city (im guessing theyre working on it) but for the ones it is, it's just amazing.

On a completely unrelated note, do you know how hard it is to take a shower without getting your upper arms wet? Yeah, it's no cakewalk, let me assure you.

Mmmmm....smell that?

That's coffee.

Buenos con queso,


Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Livin' la vida luncha.....

Or something like that.

It's another blog at work while on lunch day. It's just that way sometimes.

There really isn't that much to report, I'm sad to say.

Yeah, see how lame I am?

Buenos con queso,


Monday, February 04, 2008

Sigh....I guess I'll go to work today.....

It sure was nice having 3 days off tho, let me tell you.

I'm suffering from PSD (post superbowl depression) this morning so you'll have to bear with me. Just so you know, it's not just because New England choked. 'They' say that on any given Sunday, any team in the league can beat any other team. I guess that's just another way of saying 'shit happens.'

No, the Superbowl has another significance: Football season is over for another year.

Yes, 9 months of nothing.

Well, not nothing I suppose, but no football. Now, I'm not a fanatic, but I do love to watch when I can. You get to see some great plays, and some tooth-rattling tackles, and it's a good excuse (like i need one) to drink beer.

Ok, time to tend to my tat.

Buenos con queso,


Sunday, February 03, 2008

The dirtiest word Ever?!?

Author's note: I've never pulled any punches on this site, and it's not my intention to start now. Noting that, I should, however, say this: The following post may offend some of you. For that, I make no apologies. Take note, gentle readers; harsh language follows

There are a lot of topics I need to cover in this post.

First, and foremost, I guess I should say I was very disappointed that the Giants won the Superbowl.

I could go on (ad naseum) about why, but I've decided to just accept it.

Secondly, I have to ask you a serious question about Bar-b-que.

How addicted are you to it? Have you ever barbequed in the snow?

It's tough to see in this pic, but there's actually smoke sneaking out of that Weber. It looked something like this:

on the inside.

Just so you know, those ribs were fucking fantastic!!

Also, just so you know, my Rush ticket arrived yesterday. I'm so fucking stoked.

My tattoo: I'm not sure why, but I think it's almost healed already.

I know, right?

I'm in the 'wash it 3 times a day and apply ointment' phase of the deal, and I seriously can't feel any scabbing or dry skin, or anything like that.

On an entirely unrelated note, as I was watching the game, I was thinking about dirty words.

You know, the kinds of things you call a person when you're pissed at them.

When you want to demean them.

Reduce them.

Some years ago, with no particular inspiration, I came up with a phrase that actually makes me feel dirty after I say it.

I may have mentioned it before, but in case I haven't, it's 'cunt butter.'

Yeah, go ahead and read it again. It's that bad.

Well, tonight, as I was watching Tom Brady piss away about 12 NFL/Superbowl records, I was thinking about name calling. Of course, I thought about the above phrase. Then, again, with no particular effort on my part, another phrase impinged upon my consciousness: 'twat mucus.'

Yeah, I know. I'm disgusted with myself. I explained the above (well the name calling part) do Dave and Herm..(have i mentioned that hes visiting again).. at that point, we came up with the idea to find the dirtiest thing to call someone.

I won't go into all of the things we came up with, but I think Herm had the winner. His phrase 'taint waste' really struck a note with me. In my head, I saw the sketch humor skit.

Work with me here:

"Look here, taint waste...."

"What did you call me?

"I called you taint waste."

"Taint waste? What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, you know the stuff that builds up between your asshole and your ball sack? Well, that's taint waste. And that stuff? That stuff's you!!"

I know.

That's nasty. Really nasty.

But you have to admit, it's funny too.

Ok, cast your vote. Of the 3 above phrases, which do you find most offensive? Let me know.

Buenos con queso,


Saturday, February 02, 2008

Talking to Michael on the phone.....

Ok, so it's half past 12, and I'm on the phone with my son.

He's doing good. Got his license back.

He's stoked.

As promised here are some photos of my new tats.....

For full effect. right click on the image and open a new tab/window.....



You see what I did there?

I posted twice in one day, but I actually posted on two different days so I get to take tomorrow off.....

Buenos con queso,


Friday, February 01, 2008

The poetry of pain.....

I love how everyone always asks if it hurts to get a tattoo.....

Hell yes, it fucking hurts!!

Sometimes (linework) it hurts more, somtimes (fill work) it hurts less, but lets face it, you're being repeatedly jabbed by a (and up to 5) needles. Does anyone think there's a way that wouldn't hurt?

It's like this tho, if it's something you're really serious about, something you really want, then the pain isn't anything you can't deal with.

There's a cleansing in it.

A spirituality.

I will say that given where I got this (these), I expected it to hurt much more than it actually did. There were a few moments of very intense pain, again, mostly the line work, but overall it wasn't too bad.

I had planned on having several pix to post, both of the tat, and the whole 'process', but they were very busy in the shop today, and there weren't any free hands to work my camera.

The actual tat's are still wrapped in cellophane right now, so I don't have a good pic of them yet. I'm going to unwrap them later, and I'll have someone take a pic of them.

I'll tell you this tho: They're fuckin' sick.

In the good way.

I had thought of a couple ways to do it, and finally decided that I wanted the words in black, with white ink 'stars' inside the words. I mean let's face it, the word are from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, so they should be space themed.

Mark really improved on my idea.

In addition to the stars, there are planets and the like, and much more color than I envisioned. I'm as happy as a pig in shit.

If I get a wild hair, I may post again with pix (or just edit this post), if not, you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.....

Buenos con queso,