Fear my wrath....

I'm going to let you all in on a little secret.

Well, if you've read here for any length, it prolly won't be a secret.

I have powers.

Eerie powers.

I'm sure you remember The Lament of the Chili Dog. How could you not, really?

You will also, perhaps remember my new Arch Rival, Rosie. Again, how could you not. Well, I had planned to go ahead and try the food, not right away, mind, but I was going to give it a shot.

Mostly to try the sweet potato fries. I love me some sweet potatoes.

That does not mean that I was prepared to forgive her.

No, I was still plenty pissed.

So a couple days ago, as I was driving past the scene of the crime, I look over, and what do I see:



As you can see, I took that photo at night, but it still makes my point.

Notice anything missing? Like the Rosie's signs, maybe?

If you look close, you can see that there are paper signs hung in the window. As you might guess, I had to go in for a closer look:



See what happens when you fuck with me? I'll shut your restaurant down and send you into bankruptcy....

Now, if someone will just buy it and put in a DW.

If that happens, I'll know 2 things for sure:

1. This is The Matrix.

2. I am the One.

Buenos con queso,

T.

So, I was gonna totally post some pics today.....

But when I went to get the card out of my camera, I realized that I left it at work.

I know, right?

I'm like a dumbass or something.

There was one in particular that I was going to post, as it relates to what I did yesterday.

Pops and I went to the shooting range. No, not to fire my SKS (still no cleaning kit for it) but instead to try out my new Glock 23.

What can I say? I love this pistol. It's weighted and balanced nice, has very little recoil, and is very accurate.

I had planned to take my camera out to the range yesterday and have some action photos, but forgot. Which, given the whole 'card is at work thing' would have really pissed me off, cause I'd have been at the range with no card in my camera.

I may post some pix later, after I've retrieved my card from work.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Now I'm all wet, and I smell like fish.....

Well, not me, and I wasn't, but someone at work....a girl, no less used that line today.

Now, she was working on the fish tank, and got startled, and splashed water on herself, but that was the phrase she used to describe it.

Being who I am, my mind leapt to the challenge.....

I don't know, tho. Maybe it was just too easy, because I didn't say anything.....

Nope, not a word.

It was tough tho.

Maybe I'm growing up or something.....

Nah...

Buenos con queso,

T.

Jiggety Jig.....

That's right, I'm home again.

I had yesterday off, thus the 'no post thing.'

I've still got to weed through my photos to find some to put on here. I'll prolly put more up on the flickr page, and of course I'll add a link.

It's back to the grind today, and I totally forgot to reset the time on my alarm, so I was up at 4:00 am, which is not cool.

I've been up for an hour and a half or so, and I'm going to see if I can catch another hour or so before I have to go to work.

I do not have high hopes.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Pbbbbbbbt.

While TJ is off having a blast with The Mouse, I'd thought I'd come over and shed all over the place. :)
That's what Kat's do, you know.

He apparently thinks it's cool to rub in the fact that he was enjoying himself on the Jungle Book ride. And having din din, beers and chillin' in a hot tub.

Maybe I ought to scratch his couch.

This is not likely to be the last you see of me here. :)

Heh.

Hey, that's what he gets for giving me the keys. ;)

Like an unbroken ribbon, it stretches out before me.....

7 blissful days of non-work. Today, as always, is my 'make sure all the details are taken care of' day. I do this every year. I take an extra day at the start of the vacation to do my final laundry, pack, and make sure I've gotten everything together that I want to take.

Phone charger, iPod, charger for camera battery, camera...you know, the essentials. I've also got to go to the DMV, and register my car, as the due date comes while I'll be away.

I'm sure some of you cringe at the thought of a trip to the DMV, but here in Nevada, a trip to register the car is nothing. I'll outline the steps for you here:

1. Head to DMV...about 4 or 5 (?) miles from my house, if that.

2. Enter building, and head to the atm-esque machine on the right wall.

3. Scan barcode on registration notice.

4. Answer Yes to a couple questions via touchscreen.

5. Insert money ($41 for me this year) through 'bill sucker.'

6. Remove reciept and tags from machine.

7. Leave the building.

Yeah, it's that simple, and prolly takes less time to do than it did to type. The first time I used it, I nearly soiled myself. I couldn't believe it was so easy.

So fast.

Now? I almost look forward to September so I can go use the machine.

That and the other little things mentioned above are all I have to do today. We're scheduled to leave tomorrow at oh dark thirty, but as to actual departure time, I'm unsure. We'll be in Anaheim sometime tomorrow, but we don't go into the parks until Wednesday.

I suppose I could give you a blow-by-blow, but I have to a load of laundry.

Maybe I'll post again later.

Buenos con queso,

T.

The internet has made me more forgetful...

Not in the traditional sense, mind you.

I still remember the bones of the human body (learned in 7th grade), and I can still to Hamlet's To be, or not to be soliloquy, or the balcony scene (both sides) that I decided to learn in High School.

Old addresses, old zip codes, all the trivia I picked up over the years. I've always had a lot of knowledge rattling around in my cranium, and a good portion of it I know why I know it, if you know what I mean.

My knowledge of aerodynamics, flight systems, and aircraft operation?

Aviation Science, Junior year.

How to make the perfect omelette?

I remember vividly the day Pops taught me.

Lately tho, I've noticed that I'll be talking to someone and I'll say I was reading this on the net....I'm not sure how I ended up on the page....

Now, some of it, like if I specifically search a word or phrase, or if I'm looking for and answer to a question, I'm still pretty good at knowing why I know it, and where I found the answer.

Most of the time, it's a comment on a blog that I've visited for the first time, and then I go to the commenters blog, or they'll have a link in a comment..you get the idea.

However it happens, all of a sudden, I'll find myself deeply engrossed in a website, and I'll take away some bit of informaion (wether it be true or not) and I'll file it away for future use.

Calling it up to share is never the problem. I can recite facts all day long.

But I'll say I read this.....and that's about as far as I get, 'cause I just don't remember.

So, yeah, it's a pretty lame post, but considering vacation starts tomorrow (we actually leave on wednesday) I think you should be grateful you got anything at all.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Why can't coffee make itself?

In fact, why can't it pour itself into a cup and bring itself upstairs to me?

As I was sitting here, I was thinking that there were two types of posts that I could go with.

First of all, considering the date, I was thinking about the possibility of a 'where were you when' post. Second, I could just do my usual random babbling.

There's also the fact that in 4 days (plus a wakeup)I'm outbound. There's a lot I could say about the 1st and 3rd options, and of course babbling is what I do best, but I'm still uncertain which way I should go.

I'm trying to figure it out as I'm sitting here typing.

But first, coffee....brb

Well, I guess given the title, and the fact that I've just been babbling anyhow this is sorta leaning to my average post. Don't think tho that I've forgotten for a moment those we lost.

Both those 'on the job' and the civilians that were just 'at their job'.

As you know, today is Thursday.

You may know my feelings about Thursdays. Then again, you may not. I suppose I could search my archives and put up a list of my 'Thursday hates me posts,' and I might at some point, but not today.

I know this is finishing up kinda lame, but I have some stuff to do before I head to work.....

Maybe I'll post again later....

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm whoring myself out.....

Again.

Or at least I'm hoping too.

I know it's a longshot, especially after the spectacular failure that my J-list clickthrough over there has been, but I found (and applied to) another site, and if I'm approved, I'll be putting a link to them somewhere over there.

It was a comment on someone's blog, I think, that took me to Think Geek, and I may never be the same again.

This year, when anyone/everyone asks me what I want for Christmas, I'm giving them a link to that site. I want like, everything they sell.

Well, maybe not everything, but I desperately need one of these.

I mean, who doesn't, really?

So, there you have it. Until I own 50-75% of the products shown there, you can just forget about getting me anything else.

Oh, btw....5 days and a wake up.

The time is getting close, so if you want a chance to be a guest blogger, you better let me know soon.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

My computer is calling me a loser.....

And I'll bet yours is too.

I never really paid any attention to it, but the other day it struck me that when you roll over a link, and the cursor flashes to the now ubiquitious 'pointing finger' cursor, the little hand is in fact flashing the 'loo-ser' symbol.

Take a good look at it, if you don't believe me.

I'm not sure why this is, nor how I'm supposed to feel about it.

Maybe Bill Gates saw it so much growing up, that he decided he'd get back at everyone. Maybe it's a message from all the geeks that have worked on Windows software over the years.

Either way, I think, as I've been a computer freak since I first got my hands on one, I ought to be able to download the 'geek pak' to upgrade my cursor to something cool, like a slide rule, or a pocket protector.

You see what I'm plagued with? These are the things that spring upon me unawares. I'll be doing just fine, and then I'll notice another little hole in the fabric of my personal reality that makes me wonder again if I'm the only one that sees these things.

Are there others similarly afflicted?

Are you similarly afflicted?

Well, for Pete's sake, if you are, let me know.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm still trying to figure this one out.....

Remember the freakshow I was talking about?

Yeah, this girl pretty much summed it up.

I really don't know what to say.

For the full effect, you should right-click on that bad boy and open it in a new window.

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In other news, I'm pretty sure my DVD player/home theatre system took a big dump on me. At least that's how it seems. I can't get it to run a movie.

It's only been 2 days, and I'm already going bugshit watching fucking network. I mean, it's horrible. During the hours that I watch tv just about all that's on are reruns of Law and Order, paid programming, and butchered movies.

Not that it's really different any other time, I'm sure, but 90% of the time I have my tv on, it's running a movie.

Of course, I've got like, at least a week more (then vacay) before I can even begin to think about replacing it, cause it's my 'I'm so broke I can't pay attention' time of year.

Oh well, I'm sure things will work out in the end.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Day after day, love turns grey, like the skin on a dying man.....

No, this isn't going to be some maudlin song about love gone wrong, but that line was drifting out my speakers when I brought this page up to post.

I'll give you bonus points if you know what Band/Song that is.

If you know the album...well, I'll split me buried treasure wit' ye.

Yesterday was an out and about day. Pops, Sis and I spent, like, the whole fuckin' day running from one end of town to the other, with stops thrown in at WalMart, Smith's (grocery store), Mervyn's and other various business establishments.

I didn't have any money on me, so I didn't really get to buy anything, but that's ok, because in 9 days (plus a wake up) I'm outbound for Anaheim.

Yes, it's * * that close.

I will say this about yesterday though: It was a fucking freakshow. I shit you not, I saw things yesterday that would spook a Navy seal. I had my camera with me, but I only took a picture of one of the freaks, but she pretty much summed up the whole experience. I'm wimping out and not posting the picture today, mostly 'cause it gives me something to lead my post off with tomorrow.

Ok, I'm outtie, and for today at least, I have a new sign off line.....

Letowpa hee nom,

T.

(for the full story please go visit em over at her digs)

I don't do politics.....

It's not because I'm apathetic or anything, it's just that I'm sick of all the pretentious fucks that run for/win elected office.

Especially in this country, The Who had it right when they sang 'meet the new boss, same as the old boss.' With our political system structured the way it is, who the president is is largely irrelevant.

Go over here and read about it. Just about all the President gets to do is hand out some jobs and dictate foreign policy. I mean, I'm sure there are ways around it, prolly even legal ones, but the Pres him(and now maybe her)self can't propose legislation or affect change in any real way.

Oh, and he's responsible for the budget.

Which Congress still has to approve.

Couple that with the fact that the term of office is 4 (8 if youre lucky) years, and you can see how impossible it must be to get anything of significance done.

So, until I start my campaign for the Presidency (yes im serious and im counting on your vote) the only politically-related blogging I'll do is when I stoop to complain about the barrage of ads I have to watch, and the mudslinging that goes on.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Because I don't have anything else today.....

One of my new reads/readers (mellow chaos over there) posted this on her site not too long ago, and it seemed kinda fun, so I thought I'd straight steal it and post myself, even if she didn't see fit to tag me with it.

A. Attached or Single? Single. If you've been here for long enough, you know why.

B. Best Friend? Now? I'm not sure who I'd call my best friend. As some of you know, I lost my best friend awhile back.

C. Cake or pie? I'm with Em on this one, it's like asking me to choose between breathing or eating. If I have to choose, tho, I'll prolly go with cake. German Chocolate, since you asked.

D. Day of choice? Sunday. It's the one day where I try to do nothing. (ems answer unchanged in any way)

E. Essential item? My camera. I try not to leave the house without it.

F. Favorite color? Another toughie. Let's go with black.

G. Gummy bears or worms? Worms. Especially the red/orange combination. (ems again)

H. Hometown? Danville, CA.

I. Favorite indulgence? Sushi. (ems again)

J. January or July? Of the two? Prolly January. Sure, it's cold, and there's usually snow, but I'm not sweating my ass off, and it is my birthday month.

K. Kids? Yes.

L. Life isn’t complete without? A sense of humor. (em and i have more than a few in common)

M. Marriage date? The second Tuesday of next week.

N. Number of brothers and sisters? Two sisters. One older, one younger.

O. Oranges or Apples? Oranges all the way, baby.

P. Phobias? Nothing comes to mind.

Q. Quotes? 'This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays'

R. Reasons to smile? Lately, few and far between.

S. Season of choice? Fall, methinks.

T. Tag 5 people: Kat, PSP, Kelwhy, GreyGoose, and Sue.

U. Unknown fact about me? Uhhh....I don't know.

V. Vegetable? Brussels Sprouts. Cut in half, and sauteed with bacon. It's the shiznit.

W. Worst habit? Feeling superior.

X. X-ray or Ultrasound? I've had a couple xrays, but no ultrasound.

Y. Your favorite food? Think I'm gonna go all 'guy' and say steak. Blood rare, thankyouverymuch.

Z. Zodiac sign? Gregorian, Capricorn the goat. And I'm the most Capricornish Capricorn you're likely to meet. Chinese, Snake.

Ok, there you have it. Those I've asked to play along, please do. If you didn't get asked, don't feel slighted. I'm still on my first cuppa, and my brain's not in gear yet.

Just because I didn't tag you tho doesn't mean you can't play along. Remember, I wasn't tagged, but took this upon myself. If you decided to play along, leave me a comment and let me know so I can check it out.

Buenos con queso,

T.