Good in the sack, good as a snack

So, somewhere around midnight last night, through a haze of alcohol, I found this show on the National Geographic channel. It was about spiders.

I had just missed one on snakes. In direct opposition to the Jim Stafford song, I do like spiders and snakes. So, they're showing spiders. There are some pretty freaky ones out there. It was a really good show, and I learned a good bit about them.

Inevitably, they got around to the black widow. I had always known that that the male was smaller, and from the look of it, the female's like 6-10 times his size. I also knew that the get killed after the act. They actually showed it, and it was cool. The male even kinda rolls over on his back, "in order to reproduce for the longet time possible" and exposing his underside to her fangs.

She then eats him, or rather to use the term they were bandying about last night 'sucks out his life juices' to nourish her and the eggs she's going to produce.

So, this post is dedicated to the male black widow spider:

Good in the sack, good as a snack.

This is the first post of the day, and I'm sure there will be more. Haven't had my coffee yet, but I can smell it brewing. I'll be back.

Later,

T.

How in the hell....

There are now 23 blogs in my favorite blogs folder. How in the hell did that happen?

No wonder I never have any time for blogging/anything. I'm too busy trying to find out what everyone else is doing.

Friday morning, drinking coffee, and trying to psyche myself up for the day. Just make it through, I tell myself. 3 day weekends are the shit. 'Cept that on Tuesday, just like the average Monday, I'm sure I'll be asking "Where did my weekend go?"

That whole 'time flies when you're having fun' thing can kiss my ass.

I may make a list out of those blogs for my site. Some of you reading this are on it. Hell, if you're reading this, I can almost promise that you're on it.

Damn. Time's up.

Later,

T.

Domino's pizza de....livvvv....ers

What a world, what a day...What an age we live in. You pick up a hand held radio transmitter, punch some buttons, and half an hour later, piping hot pizza arrives at your door. What more could anyone ask for. Well, I suppose it there was a number you could call to have money delivered, that would be better. Until then, however, I'm gonna love my pizza.

I was asked a question in my comments today that, had I answered in comments, would have been sort of an answer lite. A quasi-answer. So, for Murphy here's a little rant on what it's like in Carson City.

The roaring metropolis of Carson City, Nevada (population 52,457ish) is situated right near the 'bend' in the state. We're about 30 miles from Reno, and about the same from Lake Tahoe. Snuggled right up at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountains, we boast....well...not much.

Our climate is very dry. It's a mountain desert. We bake all summer (had a few days over 100 this summer many in the 90's), and freeze all winter. The low I saw last winter (yes, I was walking then, too) was a balmy 13. That's Farenheit people, not Celcius. That was a brisk morning, let me tell you.

I moved here when I was 11, and moved out for the first time when I was 18. At that age, this was one of the most boring places I'd ever been. There was virtually nothing to do here. Well, we did have 3 movie theaters, and we still do have like every fast food restaurant known to man.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I think Carson City may have the highest per capita fast food saturation of any city in the U. S. I'll try and remember them all, but I'm sure I'll miss one or two.

We have:

3 Mc Donalds...down from 4 when Wal-Mart moved over the county line.
2 Jack in the Boxes.
2 Wendy's.
2 Taco Bells. Down from a record 3.
2 Burger Kings.
1 Kentucky Fried Chicken. That KFC shit pisses me off. Fried, it's fried.
1 Arbys.
1 Dairy Queen.
1 Der Weinerschnitzel.
1 Carl's Junior.
1 A&W. We had 3 at one point.
1 Jimboy's Tacos.
Oh..and we're getting an In and Out Burger. YAY us!!!

I think that's it. That's not even mentioning the sub shops or pizza joints.

So, as a kid growing up here there was usually only 3 things to do. Movies, fast food, and party. Usually, we did all 3. Now, as an adult, I don't find Carson City to be as bad. Heh. Fridays are even quite fun now. I get to cash my check in the casino, play for a while on their free money, and drink free beer.

It's a pretty good start to the weekend. There's still not too much to do, though. They did put a Skatepark in, and I nearly soiled myself. I couldn't believe they loosened the straight laces enough to do that.

Whew. Well, that's a start. I didn't realize I had so much to say about CC. I guess I'll have to finish in another post.

Later,

T.

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So, another Thursday has arrived. As always, I face it with some measure of trepedation. I'm sending out uber props to Sprizee. She is my new bestest, bestest friend for ever and ever.

She has graced me with a gmail accout. Woo Hoo....I'm back on the bleeding edge of hip. That line was for you, Kbear. I'm in the process of making S a certificate to the effect.

I may be seing R on Sunday. There's a barbeque planned, and she's going to fix the storage shed for us. Did I mention she works construction? I think I did. I wish I could get my fucking computer to recognize my fucking digital camera. I'll snap a couple shots, if I can, and see if I can get them uploaded. Failing that, I may break out one of my 35's.

That's a hassle tho. Have to process and then scan. Not that I don't have access to a scanner. Hell, there's a Cannon 5080C color scanner on my desk. It was a cheap one. Only cost about 10 grand. Wish I had one on my desk at home.....

On my second cuppa, which you can take to mean that I got up on time today. I spent my morning productively too. I made coffee, read and commented on other blogs, and now I'm giving you all some more useless knowledge about me and my day. I'm already clean, for those wondering about a shower. I took one last night.

My hair's a mess, of course, and will prolly spend the day looking like a horse's ass. Or, at least a pony's ass. Oh, btw, if any of you want it, the new addy's Kvenya@gmail.com. For those of you wondering, Kvenya is the name of my main character in EverQuest.

Sad, I know. One of these days, I'll prolly subject you to a rambling diatribe on EQ. It really is my favorite video game of all time, and I remember putting quarters in a Pong machine, for fuck's sake.

Well, it's a quarter after, and time to don the armor.

Later,

T.

What's hot, black, and everywhere?

Author's note: This would have been posted MUCH earlier, but R stopped by. No, Bear, nothing happened. Well, except for, along with the hug, I also got a kiss goodbye.

Coffee. Today's post will be about coffee, courtesy of Saucy Suse.

I came to coffee late in life. It's a tragedy, I must admit. Nearly, but not quite on par with the Blue Cheese Dressing story....Available sometime in the future.

No matter the question, the answer for me was never coffee. Growing up, the only time I can remember drinking coffee is on trips. We'd be on our way camping/fishing/hunting, and we'd inevitably stop in some 24 hour greasy spoon in some fly speck of a town, and get something to eat or drink.

Now, as I've never really been a fan of hot chocolate (i've gotten better), I'd always order coffee, and LOAD it up with cream and sugar. Even then, it was all I could do to choke the vile mess down.

And, so it went.

When I was 23, three things happened, almost silmultaneously, that changed my life forever. They are, in order:

1. I went back to school. College, for those of you doubting a 23 year old High School student.


2. I moved into a house in Morro Bay, California, with the coffee joanzes of the Universe.


3. I started hanging out with my (still) best friend Tammy. Note, I've used her whole name. She deserves no less.

I'll now tackle these individually.

School was fun, but, being not independantly wealthy, I had to get a job. I worked swing shift (3-11 pm) at the 7-ELEVEn (look at a sign sometime). It was a job, and fit almost perfectly with my school schedule. I have many horror stories, and, have no fear, you shall hear the best of them. The title of my blog even relates to those days. Now, taking 12 units a semester, and working 40 hours a week left me a bit tired, to say the least.

There are many things I could say about the house in MB, but the only really signicant (to this post, anyhow) one is this. My roomate R had a Braun coffee/cappuchino machine. There was always a pot of coffee on. In addition, at least once, and sometimes 2 or more times a day, I was subjected to the "You want a cappuchino?" question. This becomes eaiser to understand if you realize that it made 2 at a time.... So, I was now drinking coffee/caps, but was still s&c'ing the hell out of them.

Enter Tammy. We had first year German together, and ended up being 'partners.' In this class, the teacher would give you situations, and you would have to figure out,-in German, of course-, how to have the conversation. I can't tell you how many of our dialogues were worked out at Denny's at like....midnight+. I happened to notice that she drank her coffee black, so I decided to give it a try.

The upshot? In the space of about 3 months, I went from an avowed coffee avoider, to drinking the house caps naked. And I don't mean sans clothes, but sugarless. Now, I do quad or more caps...still without the benefit of sweeteners or flavors.

I now subscribe to the "If you wanted a cup of cream and sugar, why'd you order coffee?" mentality.

Guess that's it for now. Look for the real/fake/what it's all about post soon. I'm about 4 beers over the line atm, and I'm going to sign off.

Later,

T.