Hugh Hefner passed quietly on Sept 27, 2017. He changed America for the better. Some naïve people would say he objectified women, he took advantage of innocence for his gain. Others might say he built an empire off the breasts of so many thousands of innocent eighteen to twenty year olds. I say he was a genius and gave men finally something worth reading in the shitter. Yes there was nudity in his publications, but the girls were always posed so beautifully they looked like artwork, much like Michelangelo's David, so flawless, you hardly notice the statue is naked. I would have been better off exposed to Playboy as my first magazines to ease me into the world of nudity, but beggars and sneaky sneaks can't be choosers. My dad hid Chic and Penthouse and other raunchier stuff in the house. My mother may have thought I was such a good boy cleaning closets and decluttering rooms and storage sheds, but I was always in search of the nudie books. I had to settle for creepy medical books with exposed organs to catch a glimpse of a boob.
I decided when Boy was getting to that age of high school, I would just subscribe to Playboy so he could find naked "girls next door" types. There is no good reason for naïve horny teens to be looking at naked women with caesarean scars and other obvious stab scars. You young kids don't know how hard it was to have access to good quality nakedness. Hugh Hefner was in the pursuit of perfection, the girls of Playboy all looked like college girls, and I was even fortunate enough to have two playmates in one of my classes. Periodically, Playboy would do Girls of the Big Ten or Girls of The Big 12. UT had a couple of representative girls that had been in one of my classes, but they were so perfect, they barely seemed human.
There were plenty of other magazines to choose from Penthouse, Hustler, Chic, even specialized mags such as Voluptuous, or Barely Legal. These magazines had no problem going nasty, such as Hustler's love of the pee shot, for a time all the girls were always peeing. I might be a little curious but not enough to see it every time. Playboy always stayed classy, even moving away from the silicone craze and choosing to go with a more natural female look. A couple years ago they even announced they were stopping the centerfold altogether. There was always the joke of I subscribe for the articles, but Playboy really did always have interesting short stories, interviews with interesting people, adult jokes, adult comic strips. As I sit here thinking, I don't know why I ever stopped subscribing. I think it got too PG for my tastes. Thank you Hef, for pushing the envelope and beating those pesky conservatives back. You deserved all the good you created, a true man amongst men.
Friday, September 29, 2017
9/29/17 I Hate Shit People?
Last night we were down of the essentials, including bread. Trying to keep order and my minions under control I decided to go to the store in the morning. I didn't need to but the idea of rushing when I woke up just doesn't sound like fun to me. I have to drop off Chubs over at Bedichek Middle School which the campus butts up to William Cannon on one side and there is an HEB there. I freaking hate it because it looks infested by junkies and dirty people. I have gone in and it's like half an HEB. They have what you need, but barely. I always feel my vehicle is going to be missing when I come out, so I always make sure and hurry.
It has become routine for Wife and I to talk in the morning when I am driving home and she is driving to La Pryor. It is funny that it takes us about the same amount of time, 15 min or so. She travels 17 miles of one lane country road, I travel 7 miles in the Austin city limits, from Ben White to Slaughter Lane. This morning she was on her way to San Antonio and she called to say good morning to Chubs before I dropped him off. Because she was on the phone she suggested if I was going to the store to go to the HEB, it is right there and a little cheaper than Target. Yeah, but I like Target, it is cleaner and the people aren't as sketchy. She said to stop being a girl and just go to HEB. Fine!
Leave no good deed unpunished is the saying, as soon as I turned into the parking lot an old rickety truck made a beeline in my direction. I quickly figured he was going to hit me in the front bumper if he didn't correct his angle. I had just turned in to the parking lot, if I backed up I would be back on First Street with tons of moving cars. I yelled and honked the horn and I just looked at the guy who was either out of it or drunk. He made no attempt to correct himself, luckily he was going slow as shit. He nudged me. I was in shock yelling and moving my hands trying to get his attention. Upon contact I figured he would snap, but no he gassed it a bit, at this I rolled my windows down and started cussing hysterically "back up, you fucking Idiot!" "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" He stopped his truck backed up about a foot, I thought we were going to get off and assess damages, but no he kept rolling slowly. I was off yelling and pointing "You hit me!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He very calmly yelled back at me "Go fuck yourself!" "I didn't hit you." Like a fucking retarded Jedi, what? I was going to agree with him? I was pointing at the part where his paint was but he didn't even take his head off the backrest, next thing I know he floored it and took off. This is what I call a Shit Human. No value to society, cut his balls off so he doesn't reproduce more shit people. This is the type of subhuman I would've liked to see old Vlad The Impaler stick on a spike and have it slowly penetrate his asshole and come out slowly through his neck, fucking waste of oxygen.
Honestly, my Excursion just had a little bit of paint on the bumper, but if any of you readers are Shit People, fully grown or in training, the right thing to do is stop, accept fault and apologize. I didn't need his insurance after really looking at it, but have the fucking balls to admit that you screwed up. I told Wife who was still on the phone after all my cussing "never again do I listen to you. I knew this HEB was bad news!"
It has become routine for Wife and I to talk in the morning when I am driving home and she is driving to La Pryor. It is funny that it takes us about the same amount of time, 15 min or so. She travels 17 miles of one lane country road, I travel 7 miles in the Austin city limits, from Ben White to Slaughter Lane. This morning she was on her way to San Antonio and she called to say good morning to Chubs before I dropped him off. Because she was on the phone she suggested if I was going to the store to go to the HEB, it is right there and a little cheaper than Target. Yeah, but I like Target, it is cleaner and the people aren't as sketchy. She said to stop being a girl and just go to HEB. Fine!
Leave no good deed unpunished is the saying, as soon as I turned into the parking lot an old rickety truck made a beeline in my direction. I quickly figured he was going to hit me in the front bumper if he didn't correct his angle. I had just turned in to the parking lot, if I backed up I would be back on First Street with tons of moving cars. I yelled and honked the horn and I just looked at the guy who was either out of it or drunk. He made no attempt to correct himself, luckily he was going slow as shit. He nudged me. I was in shock yelling and moving my hands trying to get his attention. Upon contact I figured he would snap, but no he gassed it a bit, at this I rolled my windows down and started cussing hysterically "back up, you fucking Idiot!" "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" He stopped his truck backed up about a foot, I thought we were going to get off and assess damages, but no he kept rolling slowly. I was off yelling and pointing "You hit me!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He very calmly yelled back at me "Go fuck yourself!" "I didn't hit you." Like a fucking retarded Jedi, what? I was going to agree with him? I was pointing at the part where his paint was but he didn't even take his head off the backrest, next thing I know he floored it and took off. This is what I call a Shit Human. No value to society, cut his balls off so he doesn't reproduce more shit people. This is the type of subhuman I would've liked to see old Vlad The Impaler stick on a spike and have it slowly penetrate his asshole and come out slowly through his neck, fucking waste of oxygen.
Honestly, my Excursion just had a little bit of paint on the bumper, but if any of you readers are Shit People, fully grown or in training, the right thing to do is stop, accept fault and apologize. I didn't need his insurance after really looking at it, but have the fucking balls to admit that you screwed up. I told Wife who was still on the phone after all my cussing "never again do I listen to you. I knew this HEB was bad news!"
Thursday, September 28, 2017
9/28/17 Go Fund Me Finally Made Me Donate?
It is rare that I give even 1 dollar to anything that isn't attached to my kids or a nice pair of boobs. I freaking hate the idea especially of those goddamn street people asking for money and the stupider people that feed them change and food. Why do you think they don't go away? Because whatever they are doing works. Like I have said before, if a roach goes to a house and doesn't find food, he will move on, but if he finds a nice source of feeding material, he is going to bring his friends, his mama, his aunt, everybody he knows and they will milk it until the food stops.
Anyways, got off track for a bit. Go Fund Me has been around for a few years, I remember Carolla on his podcast talking about it, hell, I think Super Troopers 2 was funded through a Go Fund Me campaign, so it in itself is a legitimate thing. People of course ruin everything. There's assholes funding their weddings, trips to Europe, and other nonsense like that. Like the street people, somebody is dumb enough to throw them their loose change. Anyways, it is not like I have a ton of money, but for my birthday, I gave myself a $100 Visa gift card. I told Wife that the amount was fine, she just couldn't butt in and tell me what to spend it on. I kind of had plans to buy a couple of private Snapchat accounts where all these girls are doing all sorts of fun and naughty things to themselves. They tend to give previews, covering up with a cartoon banana what you can imagine is there, and these are regular girls working it as hard as porn stars. I've had my card, but instead of doing that, I spent like $40 buying Chubs a box of reeds for his bari sax when school started. I did buy one girls private Snap, but it was only $10 and you get what you pay for.
I decided maybe I don't need to buy private accounts, but I still want to contribute somehow, I mean some girls are just Snapping their days along with pictures and videos of what they are up to. One girl in North Carolina is pretty funny, posts daily, has never posted that she does this or that for money, and I tend to like that. She got a tiny dog a couple weeks ago and she's been showing off the dog a bunch, then last week she was at the vet and they found a malformed jaw or something, then this week she had a death in the family. Turns out her step dad passed away of a heart attack a couple days ago and the dog was the last thing he bought her. She set up the Go Fund Me for a jaw surgery on the puppy and being that she has entertained me for at least a year with her drunken shenanigans and stories (funniest story was one night she saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre and then she had to drive a friend home, she was bug eyed scared she was seeing things in the dark), I couldn't help but decide to send her some money. It has become very easy to send money to people electronically. Since the card was a stand alone Visa gift card, I don't have to worry about my bank account getting hacked or any stupid stuff like that. I still have about $30 on the card, so I could still buy a Snap account from a chick who doesn't think so highly of herself, so maybe. I mean that's what you want, a girl with low self esteem trying to find approval from strangers. That is the best money can buy, if you're into that sort of thing.
Anyways, got off track for a bit. Go Fund Me has been around for a few years, I remember Carolla on his podcast talking about it, hell, I think Super Troopers 2 was funded through a Go Fund Me campaign, so it in itself is a legitimate thing. People of course ruin everything. There's assholes funding their weddings, trips to Europe, and other nonsense like that. Like the street people, somebody is dumb enough to throw them their loose change. Anyways, it is not like I have a ton of money, but for my birthday, I gave myself a $100 Visa gift card. I told Wife that the amount was fine, she just couldn't butt in and tell me what to spend it on. I kind of had plans to buy a couple of private Snapchat accounts where all these girls are doing all sorts of fun and naughty things to themselves. They tend to give previews, covering up with a cartoon banana what you can imagine is there, and these are regular girls working it as hard as porn stars. I've had my card, but instead of doing that, I spent like $40 buying Chubs a box of reeds for his bari sax when school started. I did buy one girls private Snap, but it was only $10 and you get what you pay for.
I decided maybe I don't need to buy private accounts, but I still want to contribute somehow, I mean some girls are just Snapping their days along with pictures and videos of what they are up to. One girl in North Carolina is pretty funny, posts daily, has never posted that she does this or that for money, and I tend to like that. She got a tiny dog a couple weeks ago and she's been showing off the dog a bunch, then last week she was at the vet and they found a malformed jaw or something, then this week she had a death in the family. Turns out her step dad passed away of a heart attack a couple days ago and the dog was the last thing he bought her. She set up the Go Fund Me for a jaw surgery on the puppy and being that she has entertained me for at least a year with her drunken shenanigans and stories (funniest story was one night she saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre and then she had to drive a friend home, she was bug eyed scared she was seeing things in the dark), I couldn't help but decide to send her some money. It has become very easy to send money to people electronically. Since the card was a stand alone Visa gift card, I don't have to worry about my bank account getting hacked or any stupid stuff like that. I still have about $30 on the card, so I could still buy a Snap account from a chick who doesn't think so highly of herself, so maybe. I mean that's what you want, a girl with low self esteem trying to find approval from strangers. That is the best money can buy, if you're into that sort of thing.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
9/27/17 Bedichek Justins For The TIe?
Some parents need to get a clue and figure out where they are. I think I am going to be hearing "Justin!" for a long time when I close my eyes. "Justin!, snap off the ball!" "Justin!, Strip the Ball!" "Come on Justin, stop them!" These fucking kids are 12-13, Boy played two years, I don't think he ever really understood the game completely, yet you got Neanderthal Dad over there wanting Justin to carry his team, WTF!!!
It was a weird game in that it rained and drizzled all through it. I was finally able to test my Frogskin liner I bought for Disney last year, it never rained then. I also don't like that they insist on sitting both team's parents on the same side. The last thing I want to hear is negativity such as "tackle that kid, he's like 80 pounds." Or worse, come on our quarterback sucks, queue the parent next to me "Hi, my kid is the quarterback." I started to say something like that last week, after he kept making bad passes, but it's not the kid's fault. They have a total of like three or four receptions over three games. Our team is a pure running team and they should stick to that.
Chubs said the other team was like a private school, but I looked them up, they are just a pretty white school, out in the Circle C area, Gorzycki Middle School. The parents in the stands were kind of uppity with their shitty conversations, "is that your special umbrella, no just my Louis Vuitton bag." Hope it got wet, biotch! They were just a little too rah rah rah for my taste. At one point on a nothing play some mom shrieked like the earth had opened and was fixing to swallow her son, he ran for a yard or two. I just looked back and gave her the "really?" look. Calm the fuck down. It did not help that over all this was that stupid dad "Justin!" "Justin, your cooking fajitas for dinner!" Justin, the toilet's clogged again."
I love supporting my boys in whatever they do, but support is about us being there. Maybe yell if they are fixing to score or if your kid does something like an interception. Too much screaming and you're saying "pay attention to me, I have something to say." I say "no, no you don't." It was still a good game, they tied it in the fourth quarter with a drive that took everyone participating, they moved the ball slowly, making about 4-5 first downs to run down the clock. They almost converted the 2 point conversion, but I am happy that it was a good clean game. Justin and the other 10 kids were doing a much better tackling, last week was embarrassing how they were just bouncing off each other.
I love hearing Chubs recount the game to me through his eyes. He admits the kid in front of him was bigger and faster, but he stayed with it. The a-hole stuck his hand into my boy's belly under the pads which he said hurt him, so much for playing cleanly. That tells me the kid was probably being blocked well enough he got frustrated into cheating a bit. Overall, I can tell the kids are being coached well. I don't agree with them trying to pass the ball, but it can open up the field if a few passes could be caught. They had a lot less penalties for moving before the ball was snapped and very few penalties in general. I like the kids playing clean, there is nothing good about winning while cheating, there is no honor in it. "Justin!"
It was a weird game in that it rained and drizzled all through it. I was finally able to test my Frogskin liner I bought for Disney last year, it never rained then. I also don't like that they insist on sitting both team's parents on the same side. The last thing I want to hear is negativity such as "tackle that kid, he's like 80 pounds." Or worse, come on our quarterback sucks, queue the parent next to me "Hi, my kid is the quarterback." I started to say something like that last week, after he kept making bad passes, but it's not the kid's fault. They have a total of like three or four receptions over three games. Our team is a pure running team and they should stick to that.
Chubs said the other team was like a private school, but I looked them up, they are just a pretty white school, out in the Circle C area, Gorzycki Middle School. The parents in the stands were kind of uppity with their shitty conversations, "is that your special umbrella, no just my Louis Vuitton bag." Hope it got wet, biotch! They were just a little too rah rah rah for my taste. At one point on a nothing play some mom shrieked like the earth had opened and was fixing to swallow her son, he ran for a yard or two. I just looked back and gave her the "really?" look. Calm the fuck down. It did not help that over all this was that stupid dad "Justin!" "Justin, your cooking fajitas for dinner!" Justin, the toilet's clogged again."
I love supporting my boys in whatever they do, but support is about us being there. Maybe yell if they are fixing to score or if your kid does something like an interception. Too much screaming and you're saying "pay attention to me, I have something to say." I say "no, no you don't." It was still a good game, they tied it in the fourth quarter with a drive that took everyone participating, they moved the ball slowly, making about 4-5 first downs to run down the clock. They almost converted the 2 point conversion, but I am happy that it was a good clean game. Justin and the other 10 kids were doing a much better tackling, last week was embarrassing how they were just bouncing off each other.
I love hearing Chubs recount the game to me through his eyes. He admits the kid in front of him was bigger and faster, but he stayed with it. The a-hole stuck his hand into my boy's belly under the pads which he said hurt him, so much for playing cleanly. That tells me the kid was probably being blocked well enough he got frustrated into cheating a bit. Overall, I can tell the kids are being coached well. I don't agree with them trying to pass the ball, but it can open up the field if a few passes could be caught. They had a lot less penalties for moving before the ball was snapped and very few penalties in general. I like the kids playing clean, there is nothing good about winning while cheating, there is no honor in it. "Justin!"
9/26/17 Why Do We Care About Prostitution So Much?
I saw a dinky little story on Facebook concerning a sex worker and her experience seemed to be mostly positive. Whether it is or not, why do we, as a nation care so much about this? Some like to say it is exploitation of naïve or stupid girls, some like to say they are forced into it. I remember seeing the Bunny Ranch, some pseudo documentary about one of the more famous "whorehouses" in Nevada. First of all, it is in the middle of nowhere, it takes effort to get down there and although they didn't outright say the prices, it seemed they were aiming for around $300-$500 a session. Is this worse than working an 8 hour shift as a coal miner where you are pretty much guaranteed to develop lung problems, plus the very real possibility of being buried alive? Nobody is protesting for equal rights for those people, I say it is far more dangerous a job. For that matter, playing football at the highest level requires hundreds of "has-beens" and even more "never weres". One of my boys best friends played in high school, both his knees were injured, had to have surgery, nobody says "we should ban football!!!" We simply let the beat go on. I have fully let my own Chubs play. He could break a leg or an arm or worse on any play, I'm not sitting there crying because of it, yet people fight to protect girls rights they don't even know.
No offense, but there is a huge part of the population that is just dumb and useless. Like George Carlin said, think of the average person and realize half the people are stupider than that. With that much stupidity, you can't expect everyone to end up college educated, and that is all right. We act like the only way to succeed in 'Merica, is to follow the path of your high school counselor. I have come to realize there are many paths to get where we want to be. I like what I do, but I hate the bullshit that we have layoffs every 2-3 years, my job is not guaranteed. Somebody will argue that those girls are used while they are young and attractive and spit out when they start looking old. Uhh, isn't that the case everywhere that the job is physical? Football players only last an average of three years, yet every school in Texas seems to make football a priority like 30% of the kids are going to play when they grow up.
Other countries have done the experimenting, hell did not open up and swallow those countries, quit being so judgmental all the time and just let it be. If there was an outlet, maybe sexual crimes would go down. I have seen the light of the conservative robot man, he's the same jack-off with no sex drive, he thinks "I don't need to get laid and I'm all right, that should work for you." I found out I was low on testosterone about the same time I noticed I didn't care if Wife wanted to have sex or not. Fast forward now three months or so that I have been getting a weekly shot of the stuff and man, I feel like an 18 year old, I want to hump on everything again. This seems slightly off topic, but this must be how some rapists get in the situations they get, always driven and no way to release, if there is no female in their life. I know he can always take control manually, but that feels like cheating somehow. Point being, many men never go through that lowered libido thing and yet they must continue in this shit society that is so ready to judge him.
No offense, but there is a huge part of the population that is just dumb and useless. Like George Carlin said, think of the average person and realize half the people are stupider than that. With that much stupidity, you can't expect everyone to end up college educated, and that is all right. We act like the only way to succeed in 'Merica, is to follow the path of your high school counselor. I have come to realize there are many paths to get where we want to be. I like what I do, but I hate the bullshit that we have layoffs every 2-3 years, my job is not guaranteed. Somebody will argue that those girls are used while they are young and attractive and spit out when they start looking old. Uhh, isn't that the case everywhere that the job is physical? Football players only last an average of three years, yet every school in Texas seems to make football a priority like 30% of the kids are going to play when they grow up.
Other countries have done the experimenting, hell did not open up and swallow those countries, quit being so judgmental all the time and just let it be. If there was an outlet, maybe sexual crimes would go down. I have seen the light of the conservative robot man, he's the same jack-off with no sex drive, he thinks "I don't need to get laid and I'm all right, that should work for you." I found out I was low on testosterone about the same time I noticed I didn't care if Wife wanted to have sex or not. Fast forward now three months or so that I have been getting a weekly shot of the stuff and man, I feel like an 18 year old, I want to hump on everything again. This seems slightly off topic, but this must be how some rapists get in the situations they get, always driven and no way to release, if there is no female in their life. I know he can always take control manually, but that feels like cheating somehow. Point being, many men never go through that lowered libido thing and yet they must continue in this shit society that is so ready to judge him.
Monday, September 25, 2017
9/25/17 Seven Day Cruise Through Girlie's Eyes?
I have been curious about going on a boat cruise for about fifteen years. We have gotten close a few times, but for some reason, my family has never really been interested in getting on a boat and traveling. It was a surprise to hear from Girlie that her and her family would be going, more surprising was that they decided to do it on a school week in the middle of September, taking her and her three siblings out of school. I mentioned most of this last week or so, but this is what she learned and shared with me today when she got back.
She did not like the islands where they got off, at all. Her take is that the people are so poor, they make it uncomfortable to do anything. She already had her hair partly braided as her younger sister does this for her all the time, yet on the beach she was still harassed to get her hair braided at an expensive cost. When we went, to the same islands way back when we first got married, some ladies even shamed me, in the bad Bahamian accents, "come on, Mon! Are you cheap, Mon?! Pay for some braids for your Wife, Mon!" They do ruin the touristy parts when you want to just walk around. I then asked about being on the boat, was it enjoyable? she said yes, once her mom relaxed and got off their back. She said the first day, their mom was screaming and rushing all of them to get them to go to breakfast together. She said the food was possibly the best part, as it was always available. They were on the second floor from the bottom and would constantly go up to the Lido deck to take their meals. There must have been a joke in the phrasing because she kept smiling when she said Lido Deck.
In her pictures, she showed a couple of hot tubs/pools and she said they were nice, but they were not alone in them like it looked. She said people constantly showed up, like within five minutes of getting in the water, if the hot tub was empty, other people would join them. She said it was fun talking to a couple of families at points from different parts of the world.
I asked about the rooms, and their comfort level, she said at night, the A/C worked good, you did want the blankets to cover up, but as soon as the sun came up, it was not really that comfortable to try to stay in bed under the blankets.
Her biggest complaint was that everything was expensive. She didn't do any excursions, other than the family going to a "private" beach where they paid $30 to go on a beach for a couple hours plus $100 for the family to take a cab ride. I think I would also want to skip this part, and just be happy to walk around where the boat was docked and have lunch or something close by.
I think I still want to go, but I would prefer to start with a three or four day cruise rather than the full on week, for my first attempt. We have seen the Bahamas in the past, I think I would prefer to check out the Cancun area, if we decide to do this, say, even next year, with or without our extended family.
She did not like the islands where they got off, at all. Her take is that the people are so poor, they make it uncomfortable to do anything. She already had her hair partly braided as her younger sister does this for her all the time, yet on the beach she was still harassed to get her hair braided at an expensive cost. When we went, to the same islands way back when we first got married, some ladies even shamed me, in the bad Bahamian accents, "come on, Mon! Are you cheap, Mon?! Pay for some braids for your Wife, Mon!" They do ruin the touristy parts when you want to just walk around. I then asked about being on the boat, was it enjoyable? she said yes, once her mom relaxed and got off their back. She said the first day, their mom was screaming and rushing all of them to get them to go to breakfast together. She said the food was possibly the best part, as it was always available. They were on the second floor from the bottom and would constantly go up to the Lido deck to take their meals. There must have been a joke in the phrasing because she kept smiling when she said Lido Deck.
In her pictures, she showed a couple of hot tubs/pools and she said they were nice, but they were not alone in them like it looked. She said people constantly showed up, like within five minutes of getting in the water, if the hot tub was empty, other people would join them. She said it was fun talking to a couple of families at points from different parts of the world.
I asked about the rooms, and their comfort level, she said at night, the A/C worked good, you did want the blankets to cover up, but as soon as the sun came up, it was not really that comfortable to try to stay in bed under the blankets.
Her biggest complaint was that everything was expensive. She didn't do any excursions, other than the family going to a "private" beach where they paid $30 to go on a beach for a couple hours plus $100 for the family to take a cab ride. I think I would also want to skip this part, and just be happy to walk around where the boat was docked and have lunch or something close by.
I think I still want to go, but I would prefer to start with a three or four day cruise rather than the full on week, for my first attempt. We have seen the Bahamas in the past, I think I would prefer to check out the Cancun area, if we decide to do this, say, even next year, with or without our extended family.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
9/24/17 Mighty Fine Burgers?
We always talk about eating at new places, but it is hard to break old habits. Today (Saturday), we woke up early because Wife had to go pick up some donated materials for her school. I would like to think I don't have to be involved in this, but Wife thinks everything can be a family activity, so here we go. Since we are cheap and it is early, we figure Sam's and their trusty hot dogs will work. My mom always laughs at us like we are putting them on, but can you really beat $2.25 for a large hot dog and a 32oz drink. We have even been adding an extra slice of pepperoni pizza which we cut in half for like $2 and our snack can still be less than $10. But no, Chubs had to start whining about "let's eat anywhere but Sam's..." so I drove out of the parking lot and drove down Brodie trying to pick something good but not expensive. Wife pointed at Zoe's Kitchen, which is Greek and we went a couple weeks ago with Girlie. It was good, but a tad expensive and not really big portions to fill you up, so nah. Close by is a Mighty Fine Burgers and I told Wife "Hush with your negativity, last time it was Five Brothers, we have NOT eaten together at a Mighty Fine Burger place, so I made a hard left and parked behind the store. Wife is not a fan of burgers and she will say we already ate someplace just to get out of it.
Wife was going on under her breath that it was like eating at P.Terry's, which is fine if you like a sweaty wet burger, I don't. It was just us three, Boy is at work, not that he would join us this early in the day, at the crack of noon. Chubs ordered a burger with fries and a soda, Wife ordered the same but with onion rings, and I looked up at the menu as I was messing around with the souvenir shirts and taking pics for my Snapchat. If I see something that can be taken in a dirty context, I need to use it. But anyways, I was underwhelmed by the shitty menu of a classic burger, or a chicken sandwich, you can add bacon and a couple other things, white (mayo), red (ketchup) or yellow (mustard), as condiments (talk about the dumbification of 'Merica!). This simple meal came out to $40 and change. I was sure she had added an extra burger and I can still barely agree with the math, but we paid it. Burgers at $6.39, fries @$2.49, sodas @$2.29. The cheese was an extra $1x3. The onion rings were $2.99, so .50 cents more. I guess that is $37 plus taxes, but geesh. Now if it was better than Whataburger, my gold standard, then fine. Nope, these burgers are like P.Terry's, they make them sweat somehow, or cook them moist and the moist gets on the bread and makes the whole sandwich kind of wet. I will say that Red Robin is a little like this but their fries save them. These fries are not going to save anyone from anything. They claim to be making fresh fries and I like the boxes of potatoes all over the restaurant, but fresh fries should not be 90% endings, you know, the fries that are too skinny because the potatoes are not thick enough. The onion rings were almost good, but the burger left so much on the table plus the high cost means Whataburger don't have anything to worry about. Shit, I can get a Double Meat Whataburger combo for $6.74 that includes fries, drink, and two patties, not one. This means Chubs and I can eat for under $20 at Whataburger, that is win-win, and the burgers do not sweat.
Wife was going on under her breath that it was like eating at P.Terry's, which is fine if you like a sweaty wet burger, I don't. It was just us three, Boy is at work, not that he would join us this early in the day, at the crack of noon. Chubs ordered a burger with fries and a soda, Wife ordered the same but with onion rings, and I looked up at the menu as I was messing around with the souvenir shirts and taking pics for my Snapchat. If I see something that can be taken in a dirty context, I need to use it. But anyways, I was underwhelmed by the shitty menu of a classic burger, or a chicken sandwich, you can add bacon and a couple other things, white (mayo), red (ketchup) or yellow (mustard), as condiments (talk about the dumbification of 'Merica!). This simple meal came out to $40 and change. I was sure she had added an extra burger and I can still barely agree with the math, but we paid it. Burgers at $6.39, fries @$2.49, sodas @$2.29. The cheese was an extra $1x3. The onion rings were $2.99, so .50 cents more. I guess that is $37 plus taxes, but geesh. Now if it was better than Whataburger, my gold standard, then fine. Nope, these burgers are like P.Terry's, they make them sweat somehow, or cook them moist and the moist gets on the bread and makes the whole sandwich kind of wet. I will say that Red Robin is a little like this but their fries save them. These fries are not going to save anyone from anything. They claim to be making fresh fries and I like the boxes of potatoes all over the restaurant, but fresh fries should not be 90% endings, you know, the fries that are too skinny because the potatoes are not thick enough. The onion rings were almost good, but the burger left so much on the table plus the high cost means Whataburger don't have anything to worry about. Shit, I can get a Double Meat Whataburger combo for $6.74 that includes fries, drink, and two patties, not one. This means Chubs and I can eat for under $20 at Whataburger, that is win-win, and the burgers do not sweat.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
9/23/17 I Let Wife Drag Me To It, It Sucked?
I knew it was a bad idea but since Friday had been such a great relaxing day, I let Wife lull me into the movies. Boy was going on and on about the new menu. He was so excited for the new menu that they went and had dinner there tonight (Friday). I knew from Wife that It was about overcoming your fears so I convinced myself it would be ok to watch. Add to that, Chubs and Wife had seen the 90's version and even Chubs was saying it wasn't that scary. I was regretting my decision within the first 5 minutes. Brothers Billy and Georgie are working on that paper boat and you know the younger kid is victim #1. He goes into the basement and that alone has plenty of suspense as shitty parents in scary movies never maintain their homes so lights never work.
Fast forward to Georgie talking to Pennywise the Clown who seems friendly and smily in the first few minutes but ends up leaving Georgie in a bloody red smear on the road which the rain quickly washes away. Throughout the town, people, mostly kids, are disappearing at an alarming rate. The movie quickly settles in on a group of kids who dub themselves "losers" and take in anyone needing friends. Billy is the older brother of the first boy taken as the movie starts. He takes personal responsibility but really? Where the hell are the parents in all these type of movies? Billy has stutters and that makes him sound weak, but he is probably the bravest kid in the bunch. There is a girl who joins them and we discover her dad has been molesting her probably since a young age. Another boy has a mom who is a hypochondriac, a chubby boy joins them after he is being bullied by an older group of jerks.
The chubby boy is new to town and since he has no friends initially he is spending his time researching the town and its history. He discovers since the beginning of the town, every 27 years there is a spike in disappearances. He is looking through old photos and starts seeing the clown. As the kids start talking, they all admit they are having or have had run ins with the clown. Instead of running and trying to hide from him, Billy decides enough is enough, they have mapped out the city and all the disappearances are connected by the sewer system, why the adults don't go investigate is beyond me, and the original water well is now sitting under an old abandoned "crack house". That is where they have determined Pennywise lives, so they go there united and strong.
The house has scary properties and manages to separate the guys and the clown does seem poised to get one of the boys, he has broken his arm and is as scared as a boy can get. Just as the clown is disconnecting his jaw and starting the killing of a new boy, his friends storm in and stab him with a piece of fence iron. The clown perhaps for the first time, shows fear himself. He slithers his way to the basement and dives into the old well where presumably, he comes from. Billy wants to chase, but the others convince him to run away. They have a falling out after this battle and they all go their separate ways.
It takes the girl getting kidnapped by the clown to bring them all back and back in the well to face off again. There is a lot going on and some of it is genuinely annoying, such as the little idiots keep running off after there own scary interests keep popping up. These are just ploys to isolate and attack any kid better. The kids eventually get the better of Pennywise, or so we think. The movie ends with them going down with a win, but they also know the thing may restart on it's own in the future. The original was over seven hours long. This movie was only 2.5 hours long, so there are many hours missing if we are comparing apples to apples.
Fast forward to Georgie talking to Pennywise the Clown who seems friendly and smily in the first few minutes but ends up leaving Georgie in a bloody red smear on the road which the rain quickly washes away. Throughout the town, people, mostly kids, are disappearing at an alarming rate. The movie quickly settles in on a group of kids who dub themselves "losers" and take in anyone needing friends. Billy is the older brother of the first boy taken as the movie starts. He takes personal responsibility but really? Where the hell are the parents in all these type of movies? Billy has stutters and that makes him sound weak, but he is probably the bravest kid in the bunch. There is a girl who joins them and we discover her dad has been molesting her probably since a young age. Another boy has a mom who is a hypochondriac, a chubby boy joins them after he is being bullied by an older group of jerks.
The chubby boy is new to town and since he has no friends initially he is spending his time researching the town and its history. He discovers since the beginning of the town, every 27 years there is a spike in disappearances. He is looking through old photos and starts seeing the clown. As the kids start talking, they all admit they are having or have had run ins with the clown. Instead of running and trying to hide from him, Billy decides enough is enough, they have mapped out the city and all the disappearances are connected by the sewer system, why the adults don't go investigate is beyond me, and the original water well is now sitting under an old abandoned "crack house". That is where they have determined Pennywise lives, so they go there united and strong.
The house has scary properties and manages to separate the guys and the clown does seem poised to get one of the boys, he has broken his arm and is as scared as a boy can get. Just as the clown is disconnecting his jaw and starting the killing of a new boy, his friends storm in and stab him with a piece of fence iron. The clown perhaps for the first time, shows fear himself. He slithers his way to the basement and dives into the old well where presumably, he comes from. Billy wants to chase, but the others convince him to run away. They have a falling out after this battle and they all go their separate ways.
It takes the girl getting kidnapped by the clown to bring them all back and back in the well to face off again. There is a lot going on and some of it is genuinely annoying, such as the little idiots keep running off after there own scary interests keep popping up. These are just ploys to isolate and attack any kid better. The kids eventually get the better of Pennywise, or so we think. The movie ends with them going down with a win, but they also know the thing may restart on it's own in the future. The original was over seven hours long. This movie was only 2.5 hours long, so there are many hours missing if we are comparing apples to apples.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
9/22/17 Wife In Town Makes Thursday Feel Normal?
Wife showed up last night, although she is down to a couple more weeks of working down in La Pryor, TEA has not come back with an offer after she asked for more money. So, for now, we must enjoy when she can get away and come play family with us. She spent the day yesterday in San Antonio at Region 20 and went back today, so it made more sense to come up here which is an hour away than back to Crystal which is two hours away. Since she still even has days from last year to burn, she took Friday off. I worked last night, so it was fine that she spent the day working. She got back home just as I was getting in the shower.
We picked up Chubs from football practice and decided we would grill so we went to get some meat to BBQ at Sam's. I am astounded by Chubs and the aggression he is showing on the field. He was telling us of some tackling exercises and how one of the kids came too low on him and hit his helmet on his side and then hurt his neck. he got up after a few minutes, but Chubs wanted to explain how he has been tackling and he proceeds to come at me with his arms wide open saying he is doing copying an eagle and proceeded to wrap his arms around me and shove me back as I was unprepared for it. Eagle? More like a condor. Even playing, that boy packs a wallop with his 235 pound ass. He kept trying to come at me showing me different examples of him tackling, I just put my arms out like a girl keeping a predator away. He said one kid he grabbed and he tried to whip him off, so Chubs spun and they both rolled on the ground. Chubs has been wanting this for a long time. I am just glad that he likes what he is doing.
We got some sirloin steaks and sausages, keeping it simple as it is a week night. It was nice, although Wife did what she does. She sat in front of the computer attempting to apply for another job since TEA is dragging it's feet. We were able to eat as a family, even Boy was here undistracted by any of his friends. I just had some of the pumpkin pie and it just makes me wish that much more for cooler weather. I love having Sam's right there, down the street. We even got free knives today for listening to a knife presentation. The pitch was alright, but I wasn't going to pay $49.99 for a set of knives. Most of the people listening fell for the pitch though.
The new grill is just great, it seems to be a little smaller though in that the fire seems closer to the meat. I try not to put anything right on top, but still, if you rush it, the food will burn. Even with the steaks a little burned here and there, they were all in excellent condition for eating. There is nothing better than meat coming off the grill. It is just so tasty. Our little lineman needs to be fed. He starts the day off hungry and ends the day off in the same fashion.
We picked up Chubs from football practice and decided we would grill so we went to get some meat to BBQ at Sam's. I am astounded by Chubs and the aggression he is showing on the field. He was telling us of some tackling exercises and how one of the kids came too low on him and hit his helmet on his side and then hurt his neck. he got up after a few minutes, but Chubs wanted to explain how he has been tackling and he proceeds to come at me with his arms wide open saying he is doing copying an eagle and proceeded to wrap his arms around me and shove me back as I was unprepared for it. Eagle? More like a condor. Even playing, that boy packs a wallop with his 235 pound ass. He kept trying to come at me showing me different examples of him tackling, I just put my arms out like a girl keeping a predator away. He said one kid he grabbed and he tried to whip him off, so Chubs spun and they both rolled on the ground. Chubs has been wanting this for a long time. I am just glad that he likes what he is doing.
We got some sirloin steaks and sausages, keeping it simple as it is a week night. It was nice, although Wife did what she does. She sat in front of the computer attempting to apply for another job since TEA is dragging it's feet. We were able to eat as a family, even Boy was here undistracted by any of his friends. I just had some of the pumpkin pie and it just makes me wish that much more for cooler weather. I love having Sam's right there, down the street. We even got free knives today for listening to a knife presentation. The pitch was alright, but I wasn't going to pay $49.99 for a set of knives. Most of the people listening fell for the pitch though.
The new grill is just great, it seems to be a little smaller though in that the fire seems closer to the meat. I try not to put anything right on top, but still, if you rush it, the food will burn. Even with the steaks a little burned here and there, they were all in excellent condition for eating. There is nothing better than meat coming off the grill. It is just so tasty. Our little lineman needs to be fed. He starts the day off hungry and ends the day off in the same fashion.
9/21/17 Maturing In My New Department?
I have been in chemistry now for half a year or so. It has gotten to the point where I can do most of the things I am supposed to. Of course that means that since I have gotten comfortable, it is only right they throw more responsibilities at me. I've been gathering data from day one, meaning I run the tool, it produces data, then someone with more experience looks at it and makes a report. I casually asked when I was supposed to move to the next step of completing all the work, this after I worried about finishing a job last night to get credit for HOT status and getting paid the double rate or whatever only to have the job fall between the cracks and nobody finalized the report. These are shenanigans that should not happen. If we can get $400 instead of $200 for a job we do, we should make sure we do what we can to get the $400, or whatever the price of these jobs are.
Another scenario I ran into was going to lunch and having the tool shut off. I was shown one time how to bring it up, so I very gingerly tried to bring it up, but the plasma never turned on. All the switches are color coded and everything looked right, as far as green versus red lights, but the plasma was still not on. Another option I have been told I have is to run the other tool. The weird story is that when I tried training over here a few years ago, this was the tool I would have taking over. Everything seems smaller over here, starting with the monitor. I cannot fit everything I normally use on the screen. If I thought this would become a normal thing I would move the monitor. The one we normally use is wider so more stuff fits as far as data and stuff on the screen. I believe this tool is also using an older version of windows as everything looks a little derpy, you know bigger and clumsier. I would have left it to sit, but I was told the work was HOT, so if there is a way to do it, I will try my best.
What bothers me a bit is like I have mentioned, I started getting trained over here a couple years ago. It was going well, but the geniuses up top wanted to hire a new person, you know, to pay them less. I have always said "dance with the one that brung ya, Idiot!" Like spending money on an unknown in Boston, spend extra money on your core, we aren't going anywhere. We are all old and Austinites who love the freedom of working here. We went through the trouble of training a new young gal, I was sent back to imaging like a present on Christmas that is unwanted on the 26th only to see all that training and effort take a new job in New York or some shit doing exactly what we trained her to do the last 2-3 years. She did cry on her way out, so she was upset, but not enough to stay with us old farts. Oh well, I hear tell that all that extra work we were supposed to get starting in the summer is getting ready to explode on us. All I need is an opportunity, if given that, I have no doubt I can still make the same amount of money I usually make, just get out of my way, por favor. We're down another person, so that might be good, for me, and me is still my favorite person.
Another scenario I ran into was going to lunch and having the tool shut off. I was shown one time how to bring it up, so I very gingerly tried to bring it up, but the plasma never turned on. All the switches are color coded and everything looked right, as far as green versus red lights, but the plasma was still not on. Another option I have been told I have is to run the other tool. The weird story is that when I tried training over here a few years ago, this was the tool I would have taking over. Everything seems smaller over here, starting with the monitor. I cannot fit everything I normally use on the screen. If I thought this would become a normal thing I would move the monitor. The one we normally use is wider so more stuff fits as far as data and stuff on the screen. I believe this tool is also using an older version of windows as everything looks a little derpy, you know bigger and clumsier. I would have left it to sit, but I was told the work was HOT, so if there is a way to do it, I will try my best.
What bothers me a bit is like I have mentioned, I started getting trained over here a couple years ago. It was going well, but the geniuses up top wanted to hire a new person, you know, to pay them less. I have always said "dance with the one that brung ya, Idiot!" Like spending money on an unknown in Boston, spend extra money on your core, we aren't going anywhere. We are all old and Austinites who love the freedom of working here. We went through the trouble of training a new young gal, I was sent back to imaging like a present on Christmas that is unwanted on the 26th only to see all that training and effort take a new job in New York or some shit doing exactly what we trained her to do the last 2-3 years. She did cry on her way out, so she was upset, but not enough to stay with us old farts. Oh well, I hear tell that all that extra work we were supposed to get starting in the summer is getting ready to explode on us. All I need is an opportunity, if given that, I have no doubt I can still make the same amount of money I usually make, just get out of my way, por favor. We're down another person, so that might be good, for me, and me is still my favorite person.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
9/20/17 Life Doesn't Care About Your Plans?
I was talking to my friend from UT tonight explaining how I am in the chemistry group and it is both interesting and exciting that after twenty years I am doing something different and exciting, yet still related to what I have always done. She said she was so out of touch with the sciences, she didn't know what I was doing. I felt a little bad because back in the UT days she got a chemistry and a biochemistry degree. I even managed to get her a job here after I had been working here a few years. unfortunately, she did not survive the closings of the old Fabs and was soon out of a job. I thought she could have tried harder, such as applying in the other fabs in town, but eventually she went back to her hometown and taught chemistry in high school. I guess that is alright, but the worst part was moving to California and only being able to substitute, something about needing a master's degree over there to teach. I am not sure about all that. She is now living in Dallas and I thought there might be opportunity there but she said she was teaching Spanish and only 1 class of chemistry. I guess she is happy, but I would be miserable surrounded by little shits.
I don't think was ever woke up saying I want to be Director of blah blah blah, it just kind of turned out that way. Her decisions have been driven by a desire to have the boys schedule of holidays and summers off. At a certain point, she got to where she could make serious money and not only is she not with the kids schedule, she is not even in town. It was a decision we both discussed at length, and last year was fine. Knowing though, that she has a job on the table, and for the same amount of money is making me antsy. I am having a hard time keeping up with band meetings and football practices, and band practices early in the morning, so thinking she could be hear helping is really making me miss her. I already know there will be a breaking in period. Every time she comes up, she starts with the nagging and the "momming" that we need to do this and that. I say there's no roaches in the house, we aren't doing that bad.
Boy could possibly be derailed from his plans. He is a straight up nerd and I know would be happy in some research type place, but Alamo Drafthouse where he has been working for a few years now has told him that they want to offer him a full time job and career when he graduates. I am afraid that if they throw $50,000 in his direction, he will stay with them. I guess these are first world problems, but I want him doing what he wants, not settling as I did because I needed to make money for a family. We shall see, this is why I am not really pushing him to date, so he can focus on finishing school and making decisions good for him, not a wife and kid(s).
I don't think was ever woke up saying I want to be Director of blah blah blah, it just kind of turned out that way. Her decisions have been driven by a desire to have the boys schedule of holidays and summers off. At a certain point, she got to where she could make serious money and not only is she not with the kids schedule, she is not even in town. It was a decision we both discussed at length, and last year was fine. Knowing though, that she has a job on the table, and for the same amount of money is making me antsy. I am having a hard time keeping up with band meetings and football practices, and band practices early in the morning, so thinking she could be hear helping is really making me miss her. I already know there will be a breaking in period. Every time she comes up, she starts with the nagging and the "momming" that we need to do this and that. I say there's no roaches in the house, we aren't doing that bad.
Boy could possibly be derailed from his plans. He is a straight up nerd and I know would be happy in some research type place, but Alamo Drafthouse where he has been working for a few years now has told him that they want to offer him a full time job and career when he graduates. I am afraid that if they throw $50,000 in his direction, he will stay with them. I guess these are first world problems, but I want him doing what he wants, not settling as I did because I needed to make money for a family. We shall see, this is why I am not really pushing him to date, so he can focus on finishing school and making decisions good for him, not a wife and kid(s).
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
9/19/17 Notes From An Interesting Night Of Football And Logistics?
This was the second week of football for Chubs and yes, he finally wore his cleats. He had not wanted to bother and it was really pissing me off because he is not as strong as he can be if he can be pushed with the slick court shoes. He did admit he liked the tackiness on the field, so here's hoping he continues using them. I was not looking forward to going to the game by myself, I hate sitting in a sea of strangers where everyone seems friendly with each other and I feel like a brown turd that doesn't belong. Luckily, I sat by myself in the upper most bleacher and the mom of our quarterback at next to me. We didn't talk a lot, but she seemed friendly enough, she thought I was with the other team, until I screamed "Come on Bedicheck!!" in the 4th quarter. I was glad she said her baby was the quarterback because I was fixing to say he was screwing the pooch at the end of the game, but it was really poor play calling from the coaches.
Speaking of, if your strength is running the ball and you have 1 total reception in two games, why in the world would you all of a sudden come out in the second half passing like you just discovered the red gun offense Warren Moon ran in the 80's. You're not that kind of team. The first half was dominated by the one black kid on our team that I walked up to in the gym while getting Chub's backpack and he is taller than me and a little intimidating, for a 7th grader. He runs like a deer, just eats up yardage without effort. He ran for a 52 yard touchdown, multiple 30+ yard runs out on sweeps to both sides. Something happened during halftime because they came out tired, like they didn't want to be there, maybe they thought it was already a win and they quit trying. Chubs was pissed at the tackle next to him, he let guys go through on multiple plays, and he asked him what the fuck? The kid said his hand hurt, Chubs told him well, get off the field! He refused and got beat again for multiple sacks. The only thing I liked was Chub's energy at the end of the game. He was pissed that they lost. He was mad at the other linemen for not stepping up. He might just be turning into a leader on the field. I figure they need to lose once in a while, know that feeling, it takes more to come back from a loss. Maybe they will not give up so early next time, final score 25-22.
I thought it was a little funny prior to the game starting, all I knew was that it was at the Burger Annex, which I looked at Google and showed me the field where Boy used to run when he was little for Marathon Kids. I drove up to where there were people and a young slick good looking kid with that Clark Kent hairstyle came up to me like he had an agenda. I asked him if Bedichek was playing there and he said yeah, but park on the other side of the field. I said thanks, and then he proceeded to give me the "oh, and don't drive on our practice field next time!" I said What do you mean? This is a parking lot, as far as I can tell. He had no time for me, and just repeated the sentence as he walked off. Stupid little Shit, I didn't do it on purpose. It is the large parking lot next to the large stadium, it was not blocked off. I figured he was Mr. Drum Major and he isn't used to being questioned, Jackass.
Speaking of, if your strength is running the ball and you have 1 total reception in two games, why in the world would you all of a sudden come out in the second half passing like you just discovered the red gun offense Warren Moon ran in the 80's. You're not that kind of team. The first half was dominated by the one black kid on our team that I walked up to in the gym while getting Chub's backpack and he is taller than me and a little intimidating, for a 7th grader. He runs like a deer, just eats up yardage without effort. He ran for a 52 yard touchdown, multiple 30+ yard runs out on sweeps to both sides. Something happened during halftime because they came out tired, like they didn't want to be there, maybe they thought it was already a win and they quit trying. Chubs was pissed at the tackle next to him, he let guys go through on multiple plays, and he asked him what the fuck? The kid said his hand hurt, Chubs told him well, get off the field! He refused and got beat again for multiple sacks. The only thing I liked was Chub's energy at the end of the game. He was pissed that they lost. He was mad at the other linemen for not stepping up. He might just be turning into a leader on the field. I figure they need to lose once in a while, know that feeling, it takes more to come back from a loss. Maybe they will not give up so early next time, final score 25-22.
I thought it was a little funny prior to the game starting, all I knew was that it was at the Burger Annex, which I looked at Google and showed me the field where Boy used to run when he was little for Marathon Kids. I drove up to where there were people and a young slick good looking kid with that Clark Kent hairstyle came up to me like he had an agenda. I asked him if Bedichek was playing there and he said yeah, but park on the other side of the field. I said thanks, and then he proceeded to give me the "oh, and don't drive on our practice field next time!" I said What do you mean? This is a parking lot, as far as I can tell. He had no time for me, and just repeated the sentence as he walked off. Stupid little Shit, I didn't do it on purpose. It is the large parking lot next to the large stadium, it was not blocked off. I figured he was Mr. Drum Major and he isn't used to being questioned, Jackass.
Monday, September 18, 2017
9/18/17 Lil Dicky Is The Best Thing I have Found Online, Other than Naked Girls?
I have to admit I was in a funk, kind of tired of listening to the stuff I always listen to and along comes Boy and introduces me to Lil Dicky. As he says in one of his songs with Snoop Dogg, he wants to be the rapper for people that hate rap, which is a big demographic. It is not that he is white (btw, I was told he is not white, he is a jew, wtf!), it is that he is fucking clever and knows how to lay down a phrase. I keep finding songs of his I hadn't even heard the last time I mentioned him, and now he released a new album or is fixing to. In his quest to keep it fresh, the album is actually Brain and lil Dicky is featured. By using Brain, he gets to be an observer of Lil Dicky, yet still be himself. I tell you, he is a genius. Brain has a huge ego as he said in his intro "Who writes the hits? That be Brain. Who runs this whole operation? Brain.
I am still amazed by some of his lines he throws down like in Cypher "I don't think I need a Grammy, I got two and they're fairly old." (twisted from a grammy award to his grandmas)... then he says "girls wanna get him, they been fucking with the kid (himself) Joe Paterno's assistant (Sandusky and the whole child abuse thing)." A little further along "prepare for my libido, it's really fucking scary Action Johnson in a Speedo, it's really fucking scary Magic Johnson near Mosquitos..." and drives it home "The kid's so cold, you'd a swore his from Pluto, his head so big, he must be juicing with Pujols."
In the new Album, Dicky is being more mature, Brain is the one talking shit. On "Smash" he starts right up "Brain will look a grown man in the face, tell him he should toughen up... Brain fuck an ant mound, and so many other things... (I think he's just in a fantasy, he admits Brain doesn't have a dick)". The more you listen to his songs, the more you notice the play on words and double entendres he throws out.
I don't understand how musicians are making money nowadays. I would probably buy his CDs if I could find them. I fear buying downloads and accidentally deleting them or if my phone breaks or my IPOD breaks. I want to have that hard copy in disk form somewhere. There is money supposedly from You Tube to the people putting out the videos. Some videos have crazy numbers, like in the billions of views. I hope the artist is getting the money and not some jack off 3rd party asshole sitting in some little office with no talents other than stealing from people who inspire us.
I am still amazed by some of his lines he throws down like in Cypher "I don't think I need a Grammy, I got two and they're fairly old." (twisted from a grammy award to his grandmas)... then he says "girls wanna get him, they been fucking with the kid (himself) Joe Paterno's assistant (Sandusky and the whole child abuse thing)." A little further along "prepare for my libido, it's really fucking scary Action Johnson in a Speedo, it's really fucking scary Magic Johnson near Mosquitos..." and drives it home "The kid's so cold, you'd a swore his from Pluto, his head so big, he must be juicing with Pujols."
In the new Album, Dicky is being more mature, Brain is the one talking shit. On "Smash" he starts right up "Brain will look a grown man in the face, tell him he should toughen up... Brain fuck an ant mound, and so many other things... (I think he's just in a fantasy, he admits Brain doesn't have a dick)". The more you listen to his songs, the more you notice the play on words and double entendres he throws out.
I don't understand how musicians are making money nowadays. I would probably buy his CDs if I could find them. I fear buying downloads and accidentally deleting them or if my phone breaks or my IPOD breaks. I want to have that hard copy in disk form somewhere. There is money supposedly from You Tube to the people putting out the videos. Some videos have crazy numbers, like in the billions of views. I hope the artist is getting the money and not some jack off 3rd party asshole sitting in some little office with no talents other than stealing from people who inspire us.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
9/17/17 Cruise, Now?
I can't even wrap my head around this, but then again, we all prioritize shit differently. Girlie and her family are going on a cruise this weekend. It seems a weird time to go, but I guess people do what they do for different reasons. As I heard about it, the Grandma frequently went on cruise ships with her late husband. He wanted her to continue doing this after his passing, so I believe this is the reason they are even doing it. As far as the timing, maybe the tickets are a lot cheaper since the summer crowds have died down, as most kids are in school.
We tried going on a cruise many years ago, as in Dillards still had an office where they could help book cruises and other types of vacations. Nowadays, people just do all this themselves online. We chickened out when we heard on the news about a hurricane abusing a cruise ship, my folks figured that could happen to us and they all cancelled. We were going to try again a couple years ago, but that is when one of the cruise ships that goes to Mexico and back lost control of its propeller or something like that and they just floated out in the ocean for a week extra or something, without power. We figured that was a sign to let it be and not bother. I still want to go, but we might wait until the boys are out of the house.
If I go, I would want to do it right, choosing to stay in the fanciest of staterooms, perhaps with its own private hottub in the balcony. I've seen this, it exists. If you pay enough, you get your own butler and cooking staff. I am writing this on Thursday night, as I find myself distracted on weekends because I insist on putting a blog out daily. Right now, I have written two extra, so Friday night and Saturday night I can focus on hanging out with Wife.
I am not a hater and I wish Girlie and her family a great time, but I am puzzled that we work our butts off and this year we didn't even go to Florida to Disney or anything fun. I am hoping next year will be better, it almost has to be. 2017 has just been a shit year, with my slow leg heal, my pay cut, Wife living so far away, not taking the RV to the coast, my brother-in-law losing his RV on the coast to Hurricane Harvey, not going to Disney, losing my beautiful truck and so forth. We got stuff brewing, lets see if we can start putting some wins on the board, and soon. Wife needs a promotion with a new job bringing her back. Boy needs to graduate and start paying for his car and maybe some rent. I need work to cut the crap and get more work in here, so I can start doing a little OT more regularly.
We tried going on a cruise many years ago, as in Dillards still had an office where they could help book cruises and other types of vacations. Nowadays, people just do all this themselves online. We chickened out when we heard on the news about a hurricane abusing a cruise ship, my folks figured that could happen to us and they all cancelled. We were going to try again a couple years ago, but that is when one of the cruise ships that goes to Mexico and back lost control of its propeller or something like that and they just floated out in the ocean for a week extra or something, without power. We figured that was a sign to let it be and not bother. I still want to go, but we might wait until the boys are out of the house.
If I go, I would want to do it right, choosing to stay in the fanciest of staterooms, perhaps with its own private hottub in the balcony. I've seen this, it exists. If you pay enough, you get your own butler and cooking staff. I am writing this on Thursday night, as I find myself distracted on weekends because I insist on putting a blog out daily. Right now, I have written two extra, so Friday night and Saturday night I can focus on hanging out with Wife.
I am not a hater and I wish Girlie and her family a great time, but I am puzzled that we work our butts off and this year we didn't even go to Florida to Disney or anything fun. I am hoping next year will be better, it almost has to be. 2017 has just been a shit year, with my slow leg heal, my pay cut, Wife living so far away, not taking the RV to the coast, my brother-in-law losing his RV on the coast to Hurricane Harvey, not going to Disney, losing my beautiful truck and so forth. We got stuff brewing, lets see if we can start putting some wins on the board, and soon. Wife needs a promotion with a new job bringing her back. Boy needs to graduate and start paying for his car and maybe some rent. I need work to cut the crap and get more work in here, so I can start doing a little OT more regularly.
Friday, September 15, 2017
9/16/17 I Want A Plane?
First of all, shut it you small town plebeians. I know right at this moment it is not going to happen. A couple of things need to line up. Boy has to finish school, Wife has to come back to town, we need to pay off Wife's student loans and discuss if she might benefit from getting one more degree, as DJ Khaled likes to say in all his songs "Another One!!"
Back to Earth, I was talking to my trainer in the chemistry department and she was saying her ex husband got them into flying. They started with a very old 70's model plane that they bought for like $10,000. Eventually, they moved into a plane big enough for the five of them to travel around the country. Just hearing her talk makes me dream of having that kind of freedom. With that kind of freedom, Wife would get season passes to Disney so we could see the parks dressed for the various holidays, for one. I would love to be able to fly into Key West or some island area like that for a weekend, be back in time for work and not skip a beat. Maybe head in the opposite direction and go to Vegas to catch some shows or a fancy dinner.
Anyways, she was saying they were flying so often, she ended up getting her VFR pilot's license. VFR simply means Visual Flight Rules and that means she could only fly the plane under the clouds, normally around and up to 12,000 feet. To drive in the clouds where visibility is sketchy, one must be instrument certified, to rely on the different instruments to help you see. She said if I was interested I would need 40 hours of flight training with a certified pilot, there are a couple schools here in Austin and even some in San Marcos. I would also have to either buy a plane or pay the rental fees and all that can start to add up. I looked just randomly through a plane selling thing like Autotrader but for planes and there was a newish plane for $139.000, over 20 years it was about $500 a month. Twenty years is a long time, but $500 is about what we pay for Boy's car and I never get to use it.
I have a dream that Boy might be interested in pursuing this and maybe if we find a friend of his or even an outsider, we can buy an even bigger plane for $400,000 split 3 or 4 ways, that would be really nice. I know some of you are poo pooing all over this blog, but I dare to dream the impossible dream. To the winners in life, go the spoils. Wife still says she won't ride in a plane, so maybe I am just fantasizing.
Back to Earth, I was talking to my trainer in the chemistry department and she was saying her ex husband got them into flying. They started with a very old 70's model plane that they bought for like $10,000. Eventually, they moved into a plane big enough for the five of them to travel around the country. Just hearing her talk makes me dream of having that kind of freedom. With that kind of freedom, Wife would get season passes to Disney so we could see the parks dressed for the various holidays, for one. I would love to be able to fly into Key West or some island area like that for a weekend, be back in time for work and not skip a beat. Maybe head in the opposite direction and go to Vegas to catch some shows or a fancy dinner.
Anyways, she was saying they were flying so often, she ended up getting her VFR pilot's license. VFR simply means Visual Flight Rules and that means she could only fly the plane under the clouds, normally around and up to 12,000 feet. To drive in the clouds where visibility is sketchy, one must be instrument certified, to rely on the different instruments to help you see. She said if I was interested I would need 40 hours of flight training with a certified pilot, there are a couple schools here in Austin and even some in San Marcos. I would also have to either buy a plane or pay the rental fees and all that can start to add up. I looked just randomly through a plane selling thing like Autotrader but for planes and there was a newish plane for $139.000, over 20 years it was about $500 a month. Twenty years is a long time, but $500 is about what we pay for Boy's car and I never get to use it.
I have a dream that Boy might be interested in pursuing this and maybe if we find a friend of his or even an outsider, we can buy an even bigger plane for $400,000 split 3 or 4 ways, that would be really nice. I know some of you are poo pooing all over this blog, but I dare to dream the impossible dream. To the winners in life, go the spoils. Wife still says she won't ride in a plane, so maybe I am just fantasizing.
9/15/17 Chubs Might Be Doing Too Much?
Thursday was a messy day to say the least in Casa Gallegos. Chubs was supposed to play with the Akins High School Band. I believe the 7th and 8th grade band was going to join them but sitting in the track because they have not practiced one day doing marching formations and that stuff is not intuitive. It can take months just to learn to march together and move as one fluid team. Anyways, Chubs is doing football and band, or trying to. He has already had some difficulties in that the band wants him practicing in the morning before school starts and then on some days, after school also. He has football practice which should take priority since there are fewer kids and he can't just hide among the stronger players.
Wife got into town about 5:00pm and it seemed like we had enough time to eat a sandwich and then get going. According to Wife, Chubs was supposed to be at Burger Stadium by 6:00pm, but he is at football practice until almost 6:00pm, so we tried timing it to arrive when he was getting out. By the time we got there, it was 6:05pm, he wanted to go take a shower then come back to the Band hall, Wife yelled at him that he was crazy and to go get his instrument and bring it. I had a feeling that the band hall would be locked and I was right. The only chance he had was that they somehow knew he would show up and someone in the band knowingly loaded his saxophone in the panel truck. That hope faded quickly into a resounding no! He had also just told us that they were out of the shirts he was supposed to buy to wear for the football game. Wife talked to the female band director and she said she was in charge of the shirts and she had a few more of the shirts in his size. He said he had asked the other two male directors. Hmm?
Well, what did we have left to do? With no instrument and no shirt, we just waved at the backs of the band going into the stadium and did what we do best. We headed off to eat. Wife was a tiny bit annoyed because she had rushed at work and even though there is a tiny chance she will be working at a new job in a couple of weeks, what she is doing right now IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING in the world. She was technically offered a job but she has not heard back after trying to do some negotiations. She is worried it could all fall apart and then she would stay where she is, I tell her she worries too much and to stop worrying about say the termites in the science building. They were there before you showed up and they will be there long after you move on to three or four more jobs in pursuit of that almighty dollar. That is not her style, though, she cares too much. I say care about us, look at us, we're starving over here. We need a woman's nagginess around the house, we are just living in anarchy without guidance.
Wife got into town about 5:00pm and it seemed like we had enough time to eat a sandwich and then get going. According to Wife, Chubs was supposed to be at Burger Stadium by 6:00pm, but he is at football practice until almost 6:00pm, so we tried timing it to arrive when he was getting out. By the time we got there, it was 6:05pm, he wanted to go take a shower then come back to the Band hall, Wife yelled at him that he was crazy and to go get his instrument and bring it. I had a feeling that the band hall would be locked and I was right. The only chance he had was that they somehow knew he would show up and someone in the band knowingly loaded his saxophone in the panel truck. That hope faded quickly into a resounding no! He had also just told us that they were out of the shirts he was supposed to buy to wear for the football game. Wife talked to the female band director and she said she was in charge of the shirts and she had a few more of the shirts in his size. He said he had asked the other two male directors. Hmm?
Well, what did we have left to do? With no instrument and no shirt, we just waved at the backs of the band going into the stadium and did what we do best. We headed off to eat. Wife was a tiny bit annoyed because she had rushed at work and even though there is a tiny chance she will be working at a new job in a couple of weeks, what she is doing right now IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING in the world. She was technically offered a job but she has not heard back after trying to do some negotiations. She is worried it could all fall apart and then she would stay where she is, I tell her she worries too much and to stop worrying about say the termites in the science building. They were there before you showed up and they will be there long after you move on to three or four more jobs in pursuit of that almighty dollar. That is not her style, though, she cares too much. I say care about us, look at us, we're starving over here. We need a woman's nagginess around the house, we are just living in anarchy without guidance.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
9/14/17 Guys Do Not React Like Gals In A Dangerous Situation?
I have recently started following a guy on YouTube who makes video logs of him and his family out in Miami Florida. He has a large boat and frequently heads out to different locations but always seems to end up at the sand bar. The sand bar is this cool looking place where the water is not deep and hundreds of boaters seem to gather every weekend and people walk around and swim around their boats and visit with each other. It looks like the best place to be, honestly.
Well, Hurricane Irma showed up and slowed him down this past week, but I still wanted to see what they were up to. He was in the middle of protecting his house and was supposed to be putting up shutters but he admitted that he hadn't started because it was hard and he didn't want to, which is a funny answer when a category 4 Hurricane is knocking on your door. They decided they were going to stay and weather the storm. This is where I found the funny similarity.
There was an occasion one time while we were living in our old house when we were in a Tornado watch situation during the day. Wife was in a panic and rushing home hoping to catch us before the house got torn from the foundation and we ended up in the land of Oz. She gave me orders to get in the hallway and throw a mattress on top of us and hope for the best. She shows up 20 minutes later, we are still outside in the yard looking up at the sky, kind of disappointed we can't see a funnel cloud in the air. She was pissed and got us to hunker down in the hallway for a bit, but nothing came from it.
The latest video he put up today, he is showing us his house is dark, they had just lost power, he had started his small generator and the kids were all just bored and waiting for a snack or breakfast or something. He took us outside with the video and showed us the generator set up and all the debris in his pool. There is a break in the video then it is lunch time and he has his grill fired up under a little roof thing and shows the trees all bending down saying they are in the middle of the hurricane, winds are about 100mph and he is throwing steaks on the grill. Funniest part was there was a squirrel on his roof holding on for dear life. He just throws an "I hope the little guy is ok."
I found this guy to be quite funny. Before the hurricane he was mostly worried about all the coconuts in his trees. He has his yard edged by maybe 20 trees and he kept saying the coconuts were going to take off like missiles in the wind and that really worried him about his huge boat. His boat seemed alright after the storms, but two trees did fall and land on the hood of his truck, and that sucks, but they seemed ok.
Well, Hurricane Irma showed up and slowed him down this past week, but I still wanted to see what they were up to. He was in the middle of protecting his house and was supposed to be putting up shutters but he admitted that he hadn't started because it was hard and he didn't want to, which is a funny answer when a category 4 Hurricane is knocking on your door. They decided they were going to stay and weather the storm. This is where I found the funny similarity.
There was an occasion one time while we were living in our old house when we were in a Tornado watch situation during the day. Wife was in a panic and rushing home hoping to catch us before the house got torn from the foundation and we ended up in the land of Oz. She gave me orders to get in the hallway and throw a mattress on top of us and hope for the best. She shows up 20 minutes later, we are still outside in the yard looking up at the sky, kind of disappointed we can't see a funnel cloud in the air. She was pissed and got us to hunker down in the hallway for a bit, but nothing came from it.
The latest video he put up today, he is showing us his house is dark, they had just lost power, he had started his small generator and the kids were all just bored and waiting for a snack or breakfast or something. He took us outside with the video and showed us the generator set up and all the debris in his pool. There is a break in the video then it is lunch time and he has his grill fired up under a little roof thing and shows the trees all bending down saying they are in the middle of the hurricane, winds are about 100mph and he is throwing steaks on the grill. Funniest part was there was a squirrel on his roof holding on for dear life. He just throws an "I hope the little guy is ok."
I found this guy to be quite funny. Before the hurricane he was mostly worried about all the coconuts in his trees. He has his yard edged by maybe 20 trees and he kept saying the coconuts were going to take off like missiles in the wind and that really worried him about his huge boat. His boat seemed alright after the storms, but two trees did fall and land on the hood of his truck, and that sucks, but they seemed ok.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
9/13/17 Chub's First Football Game?
It was a beautiful afternoon for our first real football game of the season. I wish more of the family could have been here to witness the game, at least Wife got into town in time to go to the game. Boy, unfortunately, has class on Tuesday evenings, so he was not available. Plenty of people have expressed interest in wanting to watch a game or two, but the time is a little rough for people to just drop what they are doing and attend, I fully understand. I still had Wife and Girlie with me in the stands, so Chubs had a crew to watch him.
We asked him after the game what his feelings were about the game. He said it was a little scary when they got off from the bus and saw the other team already there standing around in their red and white jerseys. He said from far away they looked big, but once they were on the field, they looked like little kids. I'm not sure if this was just him being smug or he believed it, but he came off the field energized and excited about pushing people around. He said there was a large guy that kept lining up to him, so he went at him and pushed him every time. When the game was over, I called him and he jogged over and you could see he was excited about what he did. This was not a kid that just went through the motions, he liked getting dirty in the pile.
They ended up winning 26-8, I'm going to say the score does not matter too much, although it is nice to be on the winning end, there were no injuries, except for one of our kids seemed to hurt his knee, but he walked it off after laying on the field for a few minutes. Really the score was that lopsided because of 1 kid. Chub's team have this one boy that might be 6 feet tall. They basically just gave him the ball and he ran away from everybody and into the endzone.
Chubs played on both sides of the ball. When we got there, we missed the first few minutes, because traffic in Austin sucks balls, he was not playing which made us wonder what what going on, but at first he only played on offense. He practiced the last three weeks at left guard but he was playing right guard. Either way, he was getting his holes opened up. In the fourth quarter, he finally played some defensive tackle and just like he said in practice, two boys were needed to hold him down, he seemed to be getting blocked by two boys on a couple of plays.
I just loved that he enjoyed himself. I would not force him to do something he was not having fun with. He came off the field excited, not complaining which is unlike the Chubs we know. Can't wait until next week. Go Wildcats!!
We asked him after the game what his feelings were about the game. He said it was a little scary when they got off from the bus and saw the other team already there standing around in their red and white jerseys. He said from far away they looked big, but once they were on the field, they looked like little kids. I'm not sure if this was just him being smug or he believed it, but he came off the field energized and excited about pushing people around. He said there was a large guy that kept lining up to him, so he went at him and pushed him every time. When the game was over, I called him and he jogged over and you could see he was excited about what he did. This was not a kid that just went through the motions, he liked getting dirty in the pile.
They ended up winning 26-8, I'm going to say the score does not matter too much, although it is nice to be on the winning end, there were no injuries, except for one of our kids seemed to hurt his knee, but he walked it off after laying on the field for a few minutes. Really the score was that lopsided because of 1 kid. Chub's team have this one boy that might be 6 feet tall. They basically just gave him the ball and he ran away from everybody and into the endzone.
Chubs played on both sides of the ball. When we got there, we missed the first few minutes, because traffic in Austin sucks balls, he was not playing which made us wonder what what going on, but at first he only played on offense. He practiced the last three weeks at left guard but he was playing right guard. Either way, he was getting his holes opened up. In the fourth quarter, he finally played some defensive tackle and just like he said in practice, two boys were needed to hold him down, he seemed to be getting blocked by two boys on a couple of plays.
I just loved that he enjoyed himself. I would not force him to do something he was not having fun with. He came off the field excited, not complaining which is unlike the Chubs we know. Can't wait until next week. Go Wildcats!!
9/12/17 Wife is Taking Her talents Back To Austin?
Wife went back to La Pryor with hopes and possibilities of possibly staying there if there was a raise in the cards. Her boss did not disappoint, he gave her the old "well it was good working with you, but shall I give you a swift kick in the ass and send you out the door or are you going to sulk and hang out for another two weeks trying to be a good employee?" By the way, he added, finish any of your "little projects" so we can get back to the business of small town teaching. "These here students just need to know a cow has 4 hooves and chickens lay eggs in the mornings. Nice try in attempting to get a science program going with your talk of microscopes and beakers, but everyone knows God does all the hard stuff, we just thank him daily."
The fucking thought of living in a small ignorant place like that just almost makes me want to throw up, I am so glad it worked out the way it did. There is a scenario in which I could have lost my job and not having better prospects, we followed Wife down there. It makes my skin crawl.
When it rains, it seems to pour, now that Wife is in play, she got a call from AISD last week about a job which she would have fit perfectly, but again, the pay would be about what she was making two years ago. She had to turn it down on the spot. Today, a lady from yet another branch of school overseeing reached out to her. The lady wanted to sit down for a lunch meeting when she gets a chance. She has been wanting Wife to join them, but a position with her salary has not opened. Maybe she finally has something for her.
As it stands, she is still attempting to negotiate a little more money if they can find it. She said the lady hiring her was going to look into it, so maybe she does end up with a little more. I think Wife was too big of a fish for the school she was in. She is a shark in training, she needs to be with her kind and what she says is that TEA is running amok with Biotches, so she will have mentors aplenty. I have always told her she needs a streak of asshole in her. She has this silly notion of almost worshipping those above her. I refuse to do that, I always do what is expected of me, but I fully realize the knuckleheads above me are just human and rarely know more than myself.
Now I just have to wait probably the two weeks somebody once said you had to give as notice before quitting a job. She should just use her vacation time and take a couple days to regroup and refocus. Knowing her, she is going to work all the way to a Friday and start on the following Monday. But Fuck it, I won't have to worry about what the boys or if the boys eat. Maybe there is a god.
The fucking thought of living in a small ignorant place like that just almost makes me want to throw up, I am so glad it worked out the way it did. There is a scenario in which I could have lost my job and not having better prospects, we followed Wife down there. It makes my skin crawl.
When it rains, it seems to pour, now that Wife is in play, she got a call from AISD last week about a job which she would have fit perfectly, but again, the pay would be about what she was making two years ago. She had to turn it down on the spot. Today, a lady from yet another branch of school overseeing reached out to her. The lady wanted to sit down for a lunch meeting when she gets a chance. She has been wanting Wife to join them, but a position with her salary has not opened. Maybe she finally has something for her.
As it stands, she is still attempting to negotiate a little more money if they can find it. She said the lady hiring her was going to look into it, so maybe she does end up with a little more. I think Wife was too big of a fish for the school she was in. She is a shark in training, she needs to be with her kind and what she says is that TEA is running amok with Biotches, so she will have mentors aplenty. I have always told her she needs a streak of asshole in her. She has this silly notion of almost worshipping those above her. I refuse to do that, I always do what is expected of me, but I fully realize the knuckleheads above me are just human and rarely know more than myself.
Now I just have to wait probably the two weeks somebody once said you had to give as notice before quitting a job. She should just use her vacation time and take a couple days to regroup and refocus. Knowing her, she is going to work all the way to a Friday and start on the following Monday. But Fuck it, I won't have to worry about what the boys or if the boys eat. Maybe there is a god.
Monday, September 11, 2017
9/11/17 Should We Throw A Virgin In The Volcano, Simpletons?
We have a couple knuckleheads on our FB feed from the large swath of people we have met over the years. Most are good people, some might be sketchy, some are educated, some are not. Every time something that we don't like starts happening, a group of geniuses will determine that God is on his way or we are being punished for our shitty behavior. Really??? This is the equivalent of scratching your nails on a chalkboard when you have a brain and have to read through banter like this.
If we accept your premise, God is here to punish, why doesn't he really punish? Hurricane Harvey killed maybe 70 people. If God sent the Hurricane, how come all the buildings didn't collapse? We engineer better and stronger than God can strike nowadays? If this was God's will, he could've knocked all the structures over and drowned a few thousand people. No, the people that refuse to leave are the same that end up as victims. Of the people walking around in water up to their waists in Louisiana, I wonder how many are the same ones that were doing that when Katrina hit 10 years ago. We have modern technology that track these things. Hurricane Irma surprised nobody. We knew last week, more or less the path it was going to take. If it was God controlling it, wouldn't he zig and zag, keeping us wondering and making our science tools irrelevant?
It is usually not the person's fault, you drop out because of hardships at home, maybe you need to help the family just to stay afloat, there is no encouragement for education, sometimes the very parents are so counter government, they don't want their children's minds poisoned by "the man". I guess I can understand all these and even if you want to be a goofball and spend your free time getting high and enjoying life, cool beans. Don't decide you're going to wake up now in the third quarter with your eighth grade education and somehow lead us to salvation because you stayed up late one night and heard a sermon that made sense to your little brain's ability to understand things.
There are people that are spending their whole lives studying weather phenomenon and those are the people to listen to. Something like 98% of scientists that study the weather have been predicting that as global warming increases, things like hurricanes will grow larger and more violent, why is anyone surprised? Unless you are still refusing to believe in global warming, which wow, I don't know how you function on a day to day basis. If you don't believe in global warming, you probably also believe that vaccines are a horrible idea because one celebrity told you so.
It is so much nicer when the dense people watch their football or whatever sport is in season and just leave the heavy thinking for those capable of it. If there is a God, he is also watching football, how else is he going to help those millionaires catch impossible touchdowns?
If we accept your premise, God is here to punish, why doesn't he really punish? Hurricane Harvey killed maybe 70 people. If God sent the Hurricane, how come all the buildings didn't collapse? We engineer better and stronger than God can strike nowadays? If this was God's will, he could've knocked all the structures over and drowned a few thousand people. No, the people that refuse to leave are the same that end up as victims. Of the people walking around in water up to their waists in Louisiana, I wonder how many are the same ones that were doing that when Katrina hit 10 years ago. We have modern technology that track these things. Hurricane Irma surprised nobody. We knew last week, more or less the path it was going to take. If it was God controlling it, wouldn't he zig and zag, keeping us wondering and making our science tools irrelevant?
It is usually not the person's fault, you drop out because of hardships at home, maybe you need to help the family just to stay afloat, there is no encouragement for education, sometimes the very parents are so counter government, they don't want their children's minds poisoned by "the man". I guess I can understand all these and even if you want to be a goofball and spend your free time getting high and enjoying life, cool beans. Don't decide you're going to wake up now in the third quarter with your eighth grade education and somehow lead us to salvation because you stayed up late one night and heard a sermon that made sense to your little brain's ability to understand things.
There are people that are spending their whole lives studying weather phenomenon and those are the people to listen to. Something like 98% of scientists that study the weather have been predicting that as global warming increases, things like hurricanes will grow larger and more violent, why is anyone surprised? Unless you are still refusing to believe in global warming, which wow, I don't know how you function on a day to day basis. If you don't believe in global warming, you probably also believe that vaccines are a horrible idea because one celebrity told you so.
It is so much nicer when the dense people watch their football or whatever sport is in season and just leave the heavy thinking for those capable of it. If there is a God, he is also watching football, how else is he going to help those millionaires catch impossible touchdowns?
Sunday, September 10, 2017
9/10/17 YouTube Celebrities?
I have always liked fancy cars, who doesn't? The prices keep them in the hands of the real rich people, so I don't really bother getting my hopes up. This past week, I ended up on a vlogger (someone who does video logs) in youtube that follows and knows maybe a little too well all the cars of the super rich. The kid goes by the name Stradman and he really is a nice guy who brings the energy of a little kid on Christmas morning every time he sees a new car he is interested in. He seems to favor the Lamborghini car line which I did not realize there were so many varieties. I assumed they made 2-3 different cars but apparently they have become a very niche company where they will make a car but only 20 or 30 of them. He went to a certain dealership and they had just taken delivery of two new Lamborghini Venenos and he is giving off stats like there are only 13 of the convertible variety and 3 of the coupe version being made. Then he has even more detail, such as of the 13 convertibles, so many have the green striping, so many have the red striping and they are supposed to go here or there. By the way, these Venenos cost around $4.5 million bucks.
He has a "cheap" Lamborghini Gallardo, which in a later video says it is part of his brand, he knew it would help his image if he had a car from the world of the exotics he loves so much to drive and call his own. His Lambo cost a measly $110,000, with 10 years old but only 10,000 miles. He talks about financing the car and then also explains how he pays and gets to live this life amongst the rich. He got a degree in economics, which he was working as an accountant somewhere, he also has been in the business of flipping cars, constantly buying and selling the cars he drives. He mentions he has a lot of experience doing this, so he routinely makes a couple thousand bucks by doing this. He also makes money on YouTube by making videos but he says this barely helps support the trips he takes following car shows and stuff, but it is one less thing that comes out of his salary as an accountant.
Guys like these at least allow us to see what is out there. He has a friend with a Pagani Huayra, which I had never heard of before. He shows all sorts of other exotics, such as Floyd Mayweather's Koenigsegg Trevita, Nikki Minaj's Pink Lambo, Bugatti Chirons, McLaren P1s, and so many other 1 of a kind beauties, I can't even wrap my head around some of the names.
I can start to see that maybe there is room for these guys on YouTube to make a little money from their efforts. Content which he is offering is very much 1 of a kind. He even mentioned that he had gotten laid off in 1 of the videos but maybe he is making enough from his videos and selling cars. It is funny that where ever he goes, he is recognized by a young crowd of other kids. I don't want to cheer for the kid, but if he is doing it on his own then maybe he does deserve a warm atta boy!!!
He has a "cheap" Lamborghini Gallardo, which in a later video says it is part of his brand, he knew it would help his image if he had a car from the world of the exotics he loves so much to drive and call his own. His Lambo cost a measly $110,000, with 10 years old but only 10,000 miles. He talks about financing the car and then also explains how he pays and gets to live this life amongst the rich. He got a degree in economics, which he was working as an accountant somewhere, he also has been in the business of flipping cars, constantly buying and selling the cars he drives. He mentions he has a lot of experience doing this, so he routinely makes a couple thousand bucks by doing this. He also makes money on YouTube by making videos but he says this barely helps support the trips he takes following car shows and stuff, but it is one less thing that comes out of his salary as an accountant.
Guys like these at least allow us to see what is out there. He has a friend with a Pagani Huayra, which I had never heard of before. He shows all sorts of other exotics, such as Floyd Mayweather's Koenigsegg Trevita, Nikki Minaj's Pink Lambo, Bugatti Chirons, McLaren P1s, and so many other 1 of a kind beauties, I can't even wrap my head around some of the names.
I can start to see that maybe there is room for these guys on YouTube to make a little money from their efforts. Content which he is offering is very much 1 of a kind. He even mentioned that he had gotten laid off in 1 of the videos but maybe he is making enough from his videos and selling cars. It is funny that where ever he goes, he is recognized by a young crowd of other kids. I don't want to cheer for the kid, but if he is doing it on his own then maybe he does deserve a warm atta boy!!!
Saturday, September 9, 2017
9/9/17 Will Wife Accept TEA's Offer And Come Back Home?
She didn't want me to jinx it or maybe I have mentioned it already, but Wife was offered a pretty good job opportunity today. She had applied for a job with TEA early in the summer and although it took awhile, she was finally offered the opportunity today. The one thing that sucks about it is that the job was originally for a lot more money. It had a scale up to about $120,000. In the period interviews started the pay was brought down to a max of around $72,000. This was already less than what she was making, but she says she actually likes interviews so she decided to go even if she didn't want to accept it for the money, essentially taking a pay cut for a job with possibly more responsibilities.
Well, the offer is for the same amount of money. We are left scratching our heads thinking "should she take it?" I quickly did a pros and cons list to help. I told her the decision is completely up to her, I support whichever way you go, that being said: At the top of the list should be We do miss you and want you back, we already did a year and it wasn't that bad, but other than the money, have you benefitted from working over there? If you stay, how much more learning do you think you can siphon from the desert that is the people who aren't the most generous with their knowledge and the region which is in the middle of nowhere? I know I grew up 15 minutes from there, but I also know I have now lived in Austin longer than I did down there, but I do love my family, as crass as that sounded, sorry. The best that it could get staying down there would be to start the Superintendent course of study and take a couple of years to become certified to be a leader of a school district, was this ever one of your goals? Would you be happy being lost for another 8-10 years in this and other small shitty towns until another opportunity brought you close to Austin? What are the losses you are experiencing while gaining these opportunities? Chubs will have football games the next ten weeks, will you be happy with yourself if you miss the game in which he breaks a leg or an arm or gets a mild concussion and we have to go to the hospital? Chubs is already defying orders and staying up later than we want, is he too free without a parent here at night to guide this little teenager to do as we expect on his own? Is it OK for him to continue a diet of take-out burgers and microwaveable food during the week, I don't foresee me changing my schedule from nights, so this is the best I can do working my 12 hour shifts Monday through Thursday.
As my mom said, it could be a long time before another chance like this comes up where you don't lose any money. Too bad if you end up working around the holidays or missing out on a Spring Break, if it means your kids have you every day to care for them and cook for them, especially Chubs who is barely becoming a teenager at 12. She is also concerned with all the running around back and forth, dangerous for her with all the constant road construction and the abuse on her little car. My mom is not a fan of a mama being away from her kids. We have handled it pretty well, but this is a great opportunity to come back home where you belong. I don't always agree with my mother, but on this one it seems simple enough. We might have both wanted more money to bring you back home, but there is also an unforeseen value in having you around. I miss running to the mall during the week for a quick lunch or you showing up in the middle of the day while I am asleep. Plus, let's admit it, you love being the captain. I might like being the pilot and driving the ship, but you like telling us all what to do, when to do it, how to do it, and if we don't like it, where we can shove it. I need my short Capitan back, you scare the boys better than I ever could.
Well, the offer is for the same amount of money. We are left scratching our heads thinking "should she take it?" I quickly did a pros and cons list to help. I told her the decision is completely up to her, I support whichever way you go, that being said: At the top of the list should be We do miss you and want you back, we already did a year and it wasn't that bad, but other than the money, have you benefitted from working over there? If you stay, how much more learning do you think you can siphon from the desert that is the people who aren't the most generous with their knowledge and the region which is in the middle of nowhere? I know I grew up 15 minutes from there, but I also know I have now lived in Austin longer than I did down there, but I do love my family, as crass as that sounded, sorry. The best that it could get staying down there would be to start the Superintendent course of study and take a couple of years to become certified to be a leader of a school district, was this ever one of your goals? Would you be happy being lost for another 8-10 years in this and other small shitty towns until another opportunity brought you close to Austin? What are the losses you are experiencing while gaining these opportunities? Chubs will have football games the next ten weeks, will you be happy with yourself if you miss the game in which he breaks a leg or an arm or gets a mild concussion and we have to go to the hospital? Chubs is already defying orders and staying up later than we want, is he too free without a parent here at night to guide this little teenager to do as we expect on his own? Is it OK for him to continue a diet of take-out burgers and microwaveable food during the week, I don't foresee me changing my schedule from nights, so this is the best I can do working my 12 hour shifts Monday through Thursday.
As my mom said, it could be a long time before another chance like this comes up where you don't lose any money. Too bad if you end up working around the holidays or missing out on a Spring Break, if it means your kids have you every day to care for them and cook for them, especially Chubs who is barely becoming a teenager at 12. She is also concerned with all the running around back and forth, dangerous for her with all the constant road construction and the abuse on her little car. My mom is not a fan of a mama being away from her kids. We have handled it pretty well, but this is a great opportunity to come back home where you belong. I don't always agree with my mother, but on this one it seems simple enough. We might have both wanted more money to bring you back home, but there is also an unforeseen value in having you around. I miss running to the mall during the week for a quick lunch or you showing up in the middle of the day while I am asleep. Plus, let's admit it, you love being the captain. I might like being the pilot and driving the ship, but you like telling us all what to do, when to do it, how to do it, and if we don't like it, where we can shove it. I need my short Capitan back, you scare the boys better than I ever could.
Friday, September 8, 2017
9/8/17 Is Trump Human After All?
I am constantly confused by this guy. You can find old footage where he speaks very much like a democrat, but he is super rich, so it makes sense for him to be a republican. He won by getting the Alt right to go along with him, which in itself was worrisome, in that this group includes neo-nazis and other fringe groups which have a history of hating anything that doesn't look like them. Add to that his rhetoric of needing to build a wall between the US and Mexico and one could get the feeling he really don't like brown people.
I have sort of decided to get off the merry go round of keeping up with his presidency, because he is making news daily without accomplishing much to make our lives better. Between his Russia collusion crap and constant golfing vacations, he seems to be nothing more than a spoiled fat boy who is seconds from being busted of eating too much cake. I felt like I was constantly pissed by following his tom foolery daily.
Last week Ole Monster Energy comes in to tell me my friends are fixing to get deported as DACA had been terminated by Trump. I was super busy, I just looked at him like "what the hell are you talking about?" DACA! I'm sorry but I don't know DACA off the top of my head. He started explaining, and after a few seconds I shrugged and said yeah, sounds about right for this asshole to be doing that, but it doesn't affect me, so I give a shit. We go back and forth, he likes to get a reaction out of me as easily as I can get one out of him. Two days ago he was insinuating and trying to figure out what part of Mexico I would go to if all the Mexicans were run out of the US. I said Dude, I don't even know parts in Mexico, we don't talk to anyone down there as family. I'm sorry, but my family is like five generations born here, sorry to disappoint you. "Oh, you must know some family down there?" No, I vaguely remember crossing the border to go to the dentist when we were little and there was the Mercado where you could buy BINGO and liquid caramel by the jar, but I don't know shit about Mexico.
Anyway, we argue loud but it is mostly sarcastically, but back to President Trump. Now the angle is that he was with the "dreamers" all along (when he got backlash for stirring this mess), his reasoning of making noise about it was to cause a reaction in Congress where they would make a law about this and not leave it to an executive order. His spin right after he was almost mauled by both Republicans and democrats is that he wants Congress doing their jobs. Then just yesterday, he sided with the democrats on dealings with the debt ceiling to keep the government running. Is he finally going to start acting presidential and not so much like the buffoon he has been? He could still turn it around, and I am hoping that like the Grinch, he has a heart in there and it can grow three times in size and be a hero.
I have sort of decided to get off the merry go round of keeping up with his presidency, because he is making news daily without accomplishing much to make our lives better. Between his Russia collusion crap and constant golfing vacations, he seems to be nothing more than a spoiled fat boy who is seconds from being busted of eating too much cake. I felt like I was constantly pissed by following his tom foolery daily.
Last week Ole Monster Energy comes in to tell me my friends are fixing to get deported as DACA had been terminated by Trump. I was super busy, I just looked at him like "what the hell are you talking about?" DACA! I'm sorry but I don't know DACA off the top of my head. He started explaining, and after a few seconds I shrugged and said yeah, sounds about right for this asshole to be doing that, but it doesn't affect me, so I give a shit. We go back and forth, he likes to get a reaction out of me as easily as I can get one out of him. Two days ago he was insinuating and trying to figure out what part of Mexico I would go to if all the Mexicans were run out of the US. I said Dude, I don't even know parts in Mexico, we don't talk to anyone down there as family. I'm sorry, but my family is like five generations born here, sorry to disappoint you. "Oh, you must know some family down there?" No, I vaguely remember crossing the border to go to the dentist when we were little and there was the Mercado where you could buy BINGO and liquid caramel by the jar, but I don't know shit about Mexico.
Anyway, we argue loud but it is mostly sarcastically, but back to President Trump. Now the angle is that he was with the "dreamers" all along (when he got backlash for stirring this mess), his reasoning of making noise about it was to cause a reaction in Congress where they would make a law about this and not leave it to an executive order. His spin right after he was almost mauled by both Republicans and democrats is that he wants Congress doing their jobs. Then just yesterday, he sided with the democrats on dealings with the debt ceiling to keep the government running. Is he finally going to start acting presidential and not so much like the buffoon he has been? He could still turn it around, and I am hoping that like the Grinch, he has a heart in there and it can grow three times in size and be a hero.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
9/7/17 First Cold Front, Better Go Buy Jackets?
I can only assume we had our first cold front yesterday because the high was only 85. That still felt warm but man, it was a lot nicer in the shade. The air was drier, it felt like we could breath outside. Since we were out of milk and bread, I decided to make a run to Target. Milk is very important during the week. The boys do not like to heat up anything, but they like to eat, so cereal is a constant energy source. Plus, Chubs is King Panini, he never met a sandwich he couldn't like if he heated it up a little bit.
Girlie has shifted her schedule and arrives home earlier, this to allow for her evening classes, but since they haven't started getting busy, she went with me. She was like a kid in a candy store, she's been saying how much she likes the fall and anything pumpkin flavored. She was not kidding, where I saw popcorn, she saw pumpkin flavored popcorn, then down the cereal aisle, she found cereals in a fall motif, also pumpkin and something flavored, and then also some oatmeal in the same type of flavors. It seemed a bit much for me, although I do like the fall with football games and cooler weather. I told her she's going to wear herself out of the pumpkin flavored before October arrives, but she was lost in her little brain, saying she needed to bring her mom to get even more of the stuff I wasn't seeing.
I am just waiting for it to cool some more to be able to open the windows and stop running the A/C 24/7. I am a little disappointed at the shenanigans the electric company is playing but then again, how are they supposed to lose? The solar panels by themselves would be doing a great job of supplying my power and even saving me a buck, but the bastards are including a summer fee of $90, a "help your neighbor fee" of $20 or $40. Fuck that, nobody has ever helped me pay a bill. But oh well, I guess we are helping the environment somehow a little bit.
Chubs is getting ready for his first football game next week. I believe they are playing on Tuesday around 6:00pm. Not sure if Wife or even my folks will show up and support, but I will be there, I just sent my bosses an explanation of the next ten weeks or so. Chubs is turning out to be a little aggressive monster. He said he enjoys exploding on fools at the line of scrimmage, and that is a good thing. He is practicing at left guard on offense and nose tackle on defense. They even found a helmet for him, so now he can really lay a beat down. Stuff is getting interesting, that's for sure.
Girlie has shifted her schedule and arrives home earlier, this to allow for her evening classes, but since they haven't started getting busy, she went with me. She was like a kid in a candy store, she's been saying how much she likes the fall and anything pumpkin flavored. She was not kidding, where I saw popcorn, she saw pumpkin flavored popcorn, then down the cereal aisle, she found cereals in a fall motif, also pumpkin and something flavored, and then also some oatmeal in the same type of flavors. It seemed a bit much for me, although I do like the fall with football games and cooler weather. I told her she's going to wear herself out of the pumpkin flavored before October arrives, but she was lost in her little brain, saying she needed to bring her mom to get even more of the stuff I wasn't seeing.
I am just waiting for it to cool some more to be able to open the windows and stop running the A/C 24/7. I am a little disappointed at the shenanigans the electric company is playing but then again, how are they supposed to lose? The solar panels by themselves would be doing a great job of supplying my power and even saving me a buck, but the bastards are including a summer fee of $90, a "help your neighbor fee" of $20 or $40. Fuck that, nobody has ever helped me pay a bill. But oh well, I guess we are helping the environment somehow a little bit.
Chubs is getting ready for his first football game next week. I believe they are playing on Tuesday around 6:00pm. Not sure if Wife or even my folks will show up and support, but I will be there, I just sent my bosses an explanation of the next ten weeks or so. Chubs is turning out to be a little aggressive monster. He said he enjoys exploding on fools at the line of scrimmage, and that is a good thing. He is practicing at left guard on offense and nose tackle on defense. They even found a helmet for him, so now he can really lay a beat down. Stuff is getting interesting, that's for sure.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
9/6/17 Scary Movies Still Scare?
There was a point in my youth when I saw scary movies, for the girlfriends. I guess that puts me back to the late 80's early 90's. My first girlfriend wanted to meet at our local theater to view one of the first Nightmare on Elm Street movies and I remember hating that. It was the summer between junior high and high school and I was not quite driving enough to take the car, but when the lure of a girlfriend starts, can a horny young guy say no?
There I was, after the movie, I don't even think it ended well, now that I think about it, that might have been the night we broke up, but nevertheless, I now had the thoughts of a really scary movie, midnight coming up and having to walk home alone (this was all before the convenience of cell phones). She had taken a friend or cousin with her, they were acting like they were high and then there was a group of other older guys they were talking to, so I ejected myself from the situation. Anyhow, I remember talking myself one street light to another, luckily, in our small town we live the equivalence of about three blocks from the police station and it is in the center of town where the movie theater was at. The darkness wasn't the only thing that sucked, the worst was the dogs who nobody believed in keeping behind a fence or chained up, if you walked to town, there was a good chance you were going to be chased by freaking dogs one way or the other. Eventually I made it home, and that was that.
This week, It from Stephen King comes out and Wife has been angling to see it. She is one of those that likes being scared and she found it hilarious that when we went to see Dark Tower a couple weeks ago, Chubs and I were holding arms all scared at the creepy clowns. I told her it'll be a cold day in hell when you get me to see something like that. There is no gain for me, so you are on your own. She is sure she is going to convince me, I don't think so.
I went home for lunch and I thought it weird that Girlie showered and came down to eat a bowl of cereal with me while I ate some leftover sausages from the weekend. We talked for a bit and then I washed the dishes, she said goodnight, as I like to take about a 30min nap as well. She was in her room with a light on and the door cracked open, I stopped to give her some mail and offered to turn off her light, she said no. Huh? Why? She went and saw Annabelle: Creation and now she was scared. She sounded like a 5yr old saying she usually tries to cover her face when the scary parts start, but there were some creepy dolls staring from the screen and they creeped her out. She says even showering her hair, she kept one eye open. I just said Silly girl, that's what you get for watching those type of movies.
I have never understood the interest of seeing people mutilated as if it were a sport. The worst is that the asshole bad guy never seems to die. How many times has Jason been killed, only to see another Friday the 13th slasher movie. The Nightmare on Elm Street theme that he only came when you fell asleep is kind of genius if you're trying to scare someone, but what is the purpose of activating that part of your brain? I understand the pleasure sensors, the gluttonous aspect, but what is gained when you are scared? A little adrenaline in your system? Blahhh, fuck that.
There I was, after the movie, I don't even think it ended well, now that I think about it, that might have been the night we broke up, but nevertheless, I now had the thoughts of a really scary movie, midnight coming up and having to walk home alone (this was all before the convenience of cell phones). She had taken a friend or cousin with her, they were acting like they were high and then there was a group of other older guys they were talking to, so I ejected myself from the situation. Anyhow, I remember talking myself one street light to another, luckily, in our small town we live the equivalence of about three blocks from the police station and it is in the center of town where the movie theater was at. The darkness wasn't the only thing that sucked, the worst was the dogs who nobody believed in keeping behind a fence or chained up, if you walked to town, there was a good chance you were going to be chased by freaking dogs one way or the other. Eventually I made it home, and that was that.
This week, It from Stephen King comes out and Wife has been angling to see it. She is one of those that likes being scared and she found it hilarious that when we went to see Dark Tower a couple weeks ago, Chubs and I were holding arms all scared at the creepy clowns. I told her it'll be a cold day in hell when you get me to see something like that. There is no gain for me, so you are on your own. She is sure she is going to convince me, I don't think so.
I went home for lunch and I thought it weird that Girlie showered and came down to eat a bowl of cereal with me while I ate some leftover sausages from the weekend. We talked for a bit and then I washed the dishes, she said goodnight, as I like to take about a 30min nap as well. She was in her room with a light on and the door cracked open, I stopped to give her some mail and offered to turn off her light, she said no. Huh? Why? She went and saw Annabelle: Creation and now she was scared. She sounded like a 5yr old saying she usually tries to cover her face when the scary parts start, but there were some creepy dolls staring from the screen and they creeped her out. She says even showering her hair, she kept one eye open. I just said Silly girl, that's what you get for watching those type of movies.
I have never understood the interest of seeing people mutilated as if it were a sport. The worst is that the asshole bad guy never seems to die. How many times has Jason been killed, only to see another Friday the 13th slasher movie. The Nightmare on Elm Street theme that he only came when you fell asleep is kind of genius if you're trying to scare someone, but what is the purpose of activating that part of your brain? I understand the pleasure sensors, the gluttonous aspect, but what is gained when you are scared? A little adrenaline in your system? Blahhh, fuck that.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
9/5/17 New Generation, Lame Or Genius?
I was jumping into the Excursion today and a thought of weirdness went through me. It felt like I was the only idiot that managed to work on Labor Day. Not that I blame the adults and grown-ups, but this next generation of lazy shits is who I was thinking about. Boy spent the whole weekend in San Antonio at a comic convention, which by itself is great, I don't mind Mijo having a little fun, but he comes back and the first words out of his mouth are "can we borrow the Excursion next Spring to go to a convention in Georgia? It is one of the biggest in the world, according to him. I just said "uhh, if it is running OK, I guess."
It wasn't much different from Dirty Dog who might be slowing down in the rotation of women, but I swear he's going to be a father soon. I just hope he likes condoms as much as he likes variety in his girls. Girlie had been good for the past month, going out either with her family or her girlfriends but coming home early, as in before midnight, but I guess this was a holiday weekend and she went out with a different girlfriend who I think drinks too much, but whatever. She stayed out all night, texting around 11:00pm that she was ok and then texting in the morning to say that she stayed at her friend's house. She didn't come in until 8:00pm or so the next day.
My point, I know that was long, but a little background is good, is when are these kids going to be ready to buy their own houses? It's not even that I want them to leave, DD says I'm like the father he never had and he respects me a bunch, and of course Girlie has been like part of the family since she was 4 or so. Wife says it is a new generation thing. They are not interested in things like permanence or stability. They could just as happily accept life in an apartment as life in a house. I personally am not wanting Boy to leave our guardianship until he is done with school and even pays back his school loans, I mean what is the rush to get in debt, but also we were in their age bracket when we got our own house. I guess I should be happy that at least these kids we are "watching" have not ended up pregnant because that is the great goose egg in life. It is the equivalence of opening a door on a game show and getting the sad trombone wah wah wah. Nothing to do but grow up, in a jiffy.
I don't even know how these kids are going to afford homes when everything seems to be getting more and more expensive. The median home price in Austin right now is between $279,000 and $332,000, depending on who you listen to, but either is still a lot for these kids.
It wasn't much different from Dirty Dog who might be slowing down in the rotation of women, but I swear he's going to be a father soon. I just hope he likes condoms as much as he likes variety in his girls. Girlie had been good for the past month, going out either with her family or her girlfriends but coming home early, as in before midnight, but I guess this was a holiday weekend and she went out with a different girlfriend who I think drinks too much, but whatever. She stayed out all night, texting around 11:00pm that she was ok and then texting in the morning to say that she stayed at her friend's house. She didn't come in until 8:00pm or so the next day.
My point, I know that was long, but a little background is good, is when are these kids going to be ready to buy their own houses? It's not even that I want them to leave, DD says I'm like the father he never had and he respects me a bunch, and of course Girlie has been like part of the family since she was 4 or so. Wife says it is a new generation thing. They are not interested in things like permanence or stability. They could just as happily accept life in an apartment as life in a house. I personally am not wanting Boy to leave our guardianship until he is done with school and even pays back his school loans, I mean what is the rush to get in debt, but also we were in their age bracket when we got our own house. I guess I should be happy that at least these kids we are "watching" have not ended up pregnant because that is the great goose egg in life. It is the equivalence of opening a door on a game show and getting the sad trombone wah wah wah. Nothing to do but grow up, in a jiffy.
I don't even know how these kids are going to afford homes when everything seems to be getting more and more expensive. The median home price in Austin right now is between $279,000 and $332,000, depending on who you listen to, but either is still a lot for these kids.
Sunday, September 3, 2017
9/4/17 Better Late Than Never?
Looking at the 10 day forecast, we might be out of triple digit heat, but this is Texas, nothing is guaranteed. We could still warm up after this 10 day window which I believe will bring our first cold front to Central Texas. Temperatures by the end of the week should be around the middle 80's, and that sounds perfect for us. I guess now that it wasn't over 100, we could spend more than a few minutes outside and we started cleaning our backyard. My biggest excitement is getting the hottub ready for use. I started last week, actually two weeks ago, when I went to Lowes and got chemicals, but the Hurricane and all its rain slowed me down a bit.
I had only managed to get bromine in the hot tub and chlorine in the pool. This alone had already removed the greenish color that both were starting to have, so that makes the cleaning a lot easier. Yesterday I took out all the big leaves and clumps of material on the bottom of the hottub, not that there's much but a few occasional bugs and some pieces of shingles, I'm guessing from the solar panel install.
Today, I "vacuumed" the bottom and the water looked good enough to get in, so I reluctantly turned on the heater. I was half expecting a problem since I had basically ignored the whole system for a year. But no, everything lit up and worked as supposed to. I then turned my attention to the pool and it didn't look too bad. There was some residue on the bottom, mostly long palm leaves from our palm trees. I spent a good half hour sweeping the bottom with a couple of baskets and nets on long poles. I then also turned on the pool pump and it also fired right up. The water had come up a bunch after the rains last week, but I needed a few more inches to get it to the right height. I threw the hose in there and we went to eat dinner.
Wife had a BOGO for Johnny Carino's and was for two entrees and get two free entrees. The food was good, but I hate waiting for bread. The waiter acts like it comes from his mom's kitchen, not really offering it unless we asked first. The blackberry Italian drink was delicious and I must have had about three, although I about had to yell for the waiter to get the 3rd one. I don't care because it and the food was totally worth it. The BOGO was just a cherry on top as it kept the meal under $40, minus the tip.
We then went home, but instead of me getting sleepy, this time it was Wife. I was excited to check on the progress of my hot tub which was warm and the pool was at about the correct height of water and the water returns were all under water and the pressure seems about right. I understand Wife being tired, but dammit, if we didn't try it tonight, I will have to wait until next weekend.
Oh well, we managed to do a lot today. I'll try to have the rest of the yard looking as good as the areas we fixed up today. There was a lot of over grown grass around the pumps and together we got it all under control, and the best part of it is that our neighbors can't report us to the city again about us having a "mosquito trap". My leg is all healed up and I have waited as the surgeon told me another couple months after the bandages came off, so bring on the cool nights and the warm water.
I had only managed to get bromine in the hot tub and chlorine in the pool. This alone had already removed the greenish color that both were starting to have, so that makes the cleaning a lot easier. Yesterday I took out all the big leaves and clumps of material on the bottom of the hottub, not that there's much but a few occasional bugs and some pieces of shingles, I'm guessing from the solar panel install.
Today, I "vacuumed" the bottom and the water looked good enough to get in, so I reluctantly turned on the heater. I was half expecting a problem since I had basically ignored the whole system for a year. But no, everything lit up and worked as supposed to. I then turned my attention to the pool and it didn't look too bad. There was some residue on the bottom, mostly long palm leaves from our palm trees. I spent a good half hour sweeping the bottom with a couple of baskets and nets on long poles. I then also turned on the pool pump and it also fired right up. The water had come up a bunch after the rains last week, but I needed a few more inches to get it to the right height. I threw the hose in there and we went to eat dinner.
Wife had a BOGO for Johnny Carino's and was for two entrees and get two free entrees. The food was good, but I hate waiting for bread. The waiter acts like it comes from his mom's kitchen, not really offering it unless we asked first. The blackberry Italian drink was delicious and I must have had about three, although I about had to yell for the waiter to get the 3rd one. I don't care because it and the food was totally worth it. The BOGO was just a cherry on top as it kept the meal under $40, minus the tip.
We then went home, but instead of me getting sleepy, this time it was Wife. I was excited to check on the progress of my hot tub which was warm and the pool was at about the correct height of water and the water returns were all under water and the pressure seems about right. I understand Wife being tired, but dammit, if we didn't try it tonight, I will have to wait until next weekend.
Oh well, we managed to do a lot today. I'll try to have the rest of the yard looking as good as the areas we fixed up today. There was a lot of over grown grass around the pumps and together we got it all under control, and the best part of it is that our neighbors can't report us to the city again about us having a "mosquito trap". My leg is all healed up and I have waited as the surgeon told me another couple months after the bandages came off, so bring on the cool nights and the warm water.
9/3/17 Start Looking For Another Coach?
Wow, the freaking Longhorns were not supposed to get this bad. After letting go of Coach Charlie Strong because he seemed to coddle the players, this new coach, Tom Herman was supposed to be different. Coach Strong came from Louisville and prior had been doing defensive coordinator duties prior to that. I believe he cleaned house too cleanly. Strong did not want the "troublemakers", the kind of kids who make news on and off the field. Herman kept up the charade of only bringing in squeaky clean kids. I'm sorry, but football is a game of animals. If the next football team is comprised of pitbulls, you aren't going to win with a bunch of golden retrievers.
Let's look at exhibit A. This sham of a game, against a team the Longhorns had not even allowed to score in the previous three games. These band of ragamuffins from Maryland came and looked like they belong in the SEC thanks to UT's weak ass game. By halftime, Maryland was up 27-14, thanks to the defensive team that scored on an interception in the first quarter and a blocked field goal and subsequent return for another defensive score in the second quarter. Buechele, UT's sophomore quarterback started his season with an interception when last year he went the first 6-7 games before experiencing his first interception as a freshman.
I could not even focus on the game, nobody looked dominant in the first half. Honestly, I was thinking about Coach Mack's teams and what was different. He constantly had personnel problems with his kids. In the off season, they were fighting over Playstations, allegedly raping other students, and carrying on like the troublemakers that they were. They were not necessarily removed from the team like Coach Strong did when he cleaned house the first season. I know it sounded bad, but these guys are running around on steroids and I'm sure experimental meds to make them more aggressive. Filling your team with a bunch of do-gooders that help little old ladies cross the street ain't going to help when going up against monsters of the SEC.
I cannot imagine how they are going to walk off the pain this game will have inflicted on the team, which was unfairly ranked in the Top 25. Big programs bring in shitty teams to fine tune and even pay them, up to 1 million dollars as I have read. So not only did they beat on a "top tier" team, Maryland also gets to take a chunk of change to boot. This is akin to when Michigan lost to the Appalachian State Mountaineers, a game where an FBS ranked team should never have lost to an FCS team.
It is going to be a long season. Maybe it was just a matter of weak special teams. Buechele did eventually pass for over 300 yards and a couple touchdowns, but it looks ugly when you just look at the raw score. We shall see if there is anything in the belly of these boys, such as pride and fire or if they were just running on expectation and history.
Let's look at exhibit A. This sham of a game, against a team the Longhorns had not even allowed to score in the previous three games. These band of ragamuffins from Maryland came and looked like they belong in the SEC thanks to UT's weak ass game. By halftime, Maryland was up 27-14, thanks to the defensive team that scored on an interception in the first quarter and a blocked field goal and subsequent return for another defensive score in the second quarter. Buechele, UT's sophomore quarterback started his season with an interception when last year he went the first 6-7 games before experiencing his first interception as a freshman.
I could not even focus on the game, nobody looked dominant in the first half. Honestly, I was thinking about Coach Mack's teams and what was different. He constantly had personnel problems with his kids. In the off season, they were fighting over Playstations, allegedly raping other students, and carrying on like the troublemakers that they were. They were not necessarily removed from the team like Coach Strong did when he cleaned house the first season. I know it sounded bad, but these guys are running around on steroids and I'm sure experimental meds to make them more aggressive. Filling your team with a bunch of do-gooders that help little old ladies cross the street ain't going to help when going up against monsters of the SEC.
I cannot imagine how they are going to walk off the pain this game will have inflicted on the team, which was unfairly ranked in the Top 25. Big programs bring in shitty teams to fine tune and even pay them, up to 1 million dollars as I have read. So not only did they beat on a "top tier" team, Maryland also gets to take a chunk of change to boot. This is akin to when Michigan lost to the Appalachian State Mountaineers, a game where an FBS ranked team should never have lost to an FCS team.
It is going to be a long season. Maybe it was just a matter of weak special teams. Buechele did eventually pass for over 300 yards and a couple touchdowns, but it looks ugly when you just look at the raw score. We shall see if there is anything in the belly of these boys, such as pride and fire or if they were just running on expectation and history.
Saturday, September 2, 2017
9/2/17 On Fridays, We Wash Clothes?
Fridays are a mix podge of wanting to do stuff, but waiting for my Better Half to get here from her work location. She has been pretty good at getting here early-ish, I mean last week she was run off by the other administrators so she could avoid the Hurricane, so she was here before 7:00pm and this week she made it here before 8:00pm. Last year, she was trying to be a hero every night and staying late, so sometimes she wouldn't get in until after 10:00pm which would piss me off, not because she stays and acts responsibly, but because the other jackals working there slid out of site as early as 3:00pm and left her in charge to deal with so much BS, routinely.
Anyways, because of my waiting around, I have started making this my time to wash clothes. There is other stuff that goes with it, such as I hang and let Chub's shirts dry on hangers which means I have to iron them afterwards. When I started doing this last year, I would leave it for Sundays which are also good since she leaves that night, but sometimes I was up too late getting through everything and putting it away. I have a friend with two boys and he says he started teaching them how to wash their clothes at nine years old. Wow! Boy is 23 and I still wash and fold his skinny size 30 waist pants. I don't see it as too bad, there is usually one load for Chubs and one for Boy, and one for my clothes and Wife gets here with her bag and that is usually the last load. Tonight, I changed the sheets on our bed so that made another load.
Wife just interrupted me (it is 2:30am), she has been reading stupid shit from the Facebook feed from our neighborhood, the idiots here are arguing and threatening to sue each other over a joke about a gallon of gas. I hate uptight assholes with no sense of humor, but whatever. Wife was sure I am making myself to be Cinderella, with the poor me, but I wasn't even going that route as you can read for yourselves. She does not understand the grandness that is my thought process for she is a simple woman whilst I am the Lord of the Manor, but I'll stop to fold the next load.
Anyways, I was having a problem with the clothes in that they seem to have a bit of a smell, even like stinky body odor. It is supposed to be a good washing machine, it cost over $1200 and is only about 5 years old. Our first machine lasted us a good 15 years and only cost $300. Last week I decided to attack the problem. First, I washed the washing machine, there are soaps that do this. Then I told Wife no more of the cheapest largest containers of detergent. I want Tide, I always wanted Tide. The shit we were using Arm and Hammer something or other went in like water, Tide goes in like a maple syrup coming out of a tree, you just know it is loaded with cleaning agents. We also decided to try some laundry beads you throw in with the clothes. I have to say the clothes is already smelling better.
I think this is pretty good, I need to stay awake a little longer to get her load of clothes out of the dryer and I also need to finish writing this, so the two will probably finish at about the same time.
Anyways, because of my waiting around, I have started making this my time to wash clothes. There is other stuff that goes with it, such as I hang and let Chub's shirts dry on hangers which means I have to iron them afterwards. When I started doing this last year, I would leave it for Sundays which are also good since she leaves that night, but sometimes I was up too late getting through everything and putting it away. I have a friend with two boys and he says he started teaching them how to wash their clothes at nine years old. Wow! Boy is 23 and I still wash and fold his skinny size 30 waist pants. I don't see it as too bad, there is usually one load for Chubs and one for Boy, and one for my clothes and Wife gets here with her bag and that is usually the last load. Tonight, I changed the sheets on our bed so that made another load.
Wife just interrupted me (it is 2:30am), she has been reading stupid shit from the Facebook feed from our neighborhood, the idiots here are arguing and threatening to sue each other over a joke about a gallon of gas. I hate uptight assholes with no sense of humor, but whatever. Wife was sure I am making myself to be Cinderella, with the poor me, but I wasn't even going that route as you can read for yourselves. She does not understand the grandness that is my thought process for she is a simple woman whilst I am the Lord of the Manor, but I'll stop to fold the next load.
Anyways, I was having a problem with the clothes in that they seem to have a bit of a smell, even like stinky body odor. It is supposed to be a good washing machine, it cost over $1200 and is only about 5 years old. Our first machine lasted us a good 15 years and only cost $300. Last week I decided to attack the problem. First, I washed the washing machine, there are soaps that do this. Then I told Wife no more of the cheapest largest containers of detergent. I want Tide, I always wanted Tide. The shit we were using Arm and Hammer something or other went in like water, Tide goes in like a maple syrup coming out of a tree, you just know it is loaded with cleaning agents. We also decided to try some laundry beads you throw in with the clothes. I have to say the clothes is already smelling better.
I think this is pretty good, I need to stay awake a little longer to get her load of clothes out of the dryer and I also need to finish writing this, so the two will probably finish at about the same time.
Friday, September 1, 2017
9/1/17 We Really Are Just A Bunch Of Animals?
Harvey is still messing with us in little weird ways. Today, people decided we were running out of gas. This progressed as the day wore on. Why? I was minding my own business more asleep than awake when my Mom texted. She wanted to know if indeed Austin was out of gas. I told her no, but I needed to check. I went online and looked through Facebook, and a couple of other places. There were a couple of people saying that with their eyes they could see at the local gas station, there were a lot of cars, so it must be true. Then somebody that sounded smart put out something like there is no shortage, but when people panic, they start going en masse and consume things just by cheer size of the monster created in hysteria, my words, cause I'm smarter.
So yes, by 2:30pm, Wife called me and told me to go fill up my Excursion and have Boy fill up his SUV too. We both rolled our eyes, in the morning there was no one acting weird and Boy said he didn't see anything weird when he went out earlier in the day. I was going to head to the gas station slightly out of town, because they have a large gas station with many pumps, Boy said he had just passed by the Shell and it was fine. We didn't fare too badly, I had to wait for one car to move, then I filled up. Boy was lined up behind me, we were home in 20 minutes.
Fast forward to the afternoon and pandemonium was afoot. My coworker said she had just spent an hour and a half waiting to fill up her car. She was planning on going to Midland, Texas, but changed her mind because she was afraid of not being able to get gas to come back. My mom had enough of the scary stories on TV, the long lines and stuff like that turning ugly. My folks are also not traveling this weekend, so now we have a long weekend and nothing top do.
Wife sent me some pictures of gas stations in SAN Antonio and sure enough, the cars were blocking the outside lanes in the street. By the time I was coming to work, that is what I was noticing, way too many people doing the line dance. While I gassed up, close to 3:00pm, the guy next to me was telling his girlfriend that we were lucky to get the gas that we did because the gas station was fixing to run dry. At 11:00pm, the gas station was still lined up with cars to the street, so even the line of fixing to run out was a lie. Even though I felt stupid and that is after I read an article put out by the railroad commissioner of Texas that we are not in danger of running out of gas. He even stated that we have something like 230million barrels of processed fuel, does that matter to a scared rat? No, he will do what his neighbor is doing, take care of himself.
So yes, by 2:30pm, Wife called me and told me to go fill up my Excursion and have Boy fill up his SUV too. We both rolled our eyes, in the morning there was no one acting weird and Boy said he didn't see anything weird when he went out earlier in the day. I was going to head to the gas station slightly out of town, because they have a large gas station with many pumps, Boy said he had just passed by the Shell and it was fine. We didn't fare too badly, I had to wait for one car to move, then I filled up. Boy was lined up behind me, we were home in 20 minutes.
Fast forward to the afternoon and pandemonium was afoot. My coworker said she had just spent an hour and a half waiting to fill up her car. She was planning on going to Midland, Texas, but changed her mind because she was afraid of not being able to get gas to come back. My mom had enough of the scary stories on TV, the long lines and stuff like that turning ugly. My folks are also not traveling this weekend, so now we have a long weekend and nothing top do.
Wife sent me some pictures of gas stations in SAN Antonio and sure enough, the cars were blocking the outside lanes in the street. By the time I was coming to work, that is what I was noticing, way too many people doing the line dance. While I gassed up, close to 3:00pm, the guy next to me was telling his girlfriend that we were lucky to get the gas that we did because the gas station was fixing to run dry. At 11:00pm, the gas station was still lined up with cars to the street, so even the line of fixing to run out was a lie. Even though I felt stupid and that is after I read an article put out by the railroad commissioner of Texas that we are not in danger of running out of gas. He even stated that we have something like 230million barrels of processed fuel, does that matter to a scared rat? No, he will do what his neighbor is doing, take care of himself.
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