tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58617842011-07-14T20:38:06.555-04:00. . . . . . . The Daily BlarfIt's not my intent to complain, necessarily...MJRnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1152922571699571642006-10-30T00:12:00.000-05:002006-10-30T00:41:46.216-05:00Doggy Dog Blogto this day, i still find myself lamenting the loss of Ringo. he was a great dog, taken too soon and too young. early on, i would visit Ringo graveside every day or few to reminisce about the loss. to help fill the void, i decided back in August that it was time for a new dog. a very new dog. a puppy, perhaps. now, i had no intentions of GETTING a dog, mind you. but of coursemehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1147228520487672192006-07-31T18:04:00.000-04:002006-08-04T18:49:07.210-04:00THE CUBS WIN!i'm finally back. Bug and i recently took a trip to Chicago. we met up with amyloo and critter--it was great! it was the first time either bug or i had ever left the eastern time zone, and what an adventure it was! bug loved the Cubs/Nationals game, as pictured above--and the cubbies actually WON! for those concerned about bug's welfare, the trip to chicago was a gift to himselfmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1152937349896724352006-07-14T23:47:00.000-04:002006-07-17T19:17:42.913-04:00now that i finally just put up an all-new post, i've taken it down already for something much more important to me. it will be back later.i'm a dog person, you all know that. my dogs are my lifetime pals. keep that in mind as you read.i just went to wallyworld today for new bag of tennis balls, since Ringo had managed to lose the last dozen and was always searching the house for one. these mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1145581185789373382006-05-09T23:01:00.000-04:002006-05-09T23:22:15.116-04:00A very special message for those of you who have been concerned about Bug the Goat's absence:The truth about Bug must come out. For about a year now, he's been addicted to goat painkillers, on top of reoccurring bouts with alcohol. He checked himself into the Betty Ford rehab clinic several months ago, which is why he hasn't been around. He feels he needed to come clean with his fans and with mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1143227369734449312006-04-20T20:52:00.000-04:002006-04-20T20:55:50.570-04:00nothing beats The Generali was in my favorite chinese restaurant the other day. as usual, those crafty Chinese had the heat turned off, and the only thing keeping the pipes from freezing was the heat oozing through the walls of the store next door. i'm sure the neighbors luuuvvvv that. anyway, while waiting for my General Tso's Chicken, my eyes searched the walls of the icy-cold eatery. in mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1143219134635914462006-03-24T11:45:00.000-05:002006-03-27T18:28:55.250-05:00blarf viewership is in the toilet, so i'd better get blogging again finally. it's been a busy two months. i've had 2 days off this past month, and today is that 2nd day.anyway, no pity for me. on to better things! like a rant:i am so goddamn sick of commercials that have a family composed of two perfect children, a hot 30-something wife, and a fat assed slob of a husband. how unrealistic is mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1138489471366196782006-01-28T16:50:00.000-05:002006-01-29T17:11:38.370-05:00last night's skiing conditions were near-perfect. i felt like a real instructor with my new, official "SKI INSTRUCTOR BEN" nametag. i taught two people how to ski last night--one was a friend and the other was a private lesson for a guy who hadn't skied in 20 years. he picked it up quickly and understood the heavy concepts and big words i used. it's difficult to explain things to people who mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1134072979389556692006-01-05T15:15:00.000-05:002006-01-06T20:35:23.683-05:00DISCLAIMER: this is a very negative-sounding post. please disregard and enjoy.RINGO: the dog too cute to killyes, he has a name now. after thousands of suggestions in the comments section, and hundreds more mailing their entries, and dozens of women showing up at my door with names and hopes of scoring a date with me, i finally settled on a name--with sarah's help. his name is Ringo. his mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1132088543330108152005-11-28T23:05:00.000-05:002005-11-28T23:05:58.446-05:00MEET: 'PUPPY X'A New Leash on Lifei'd been thinking about getting another dog lately. it'd been about a year since Spaz's passing and i thought it was time for another dog, although not necessarily anytime soon. The Puppy With No Name came home with me yesterday. i was at the SPCA perusing the dog selection when i came across a cute little border collie-style dog. he instantly reminded me ofmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1131596471847304382005-11-15T16:49:00.000-05:002005-11-15T17:08:58.110-05:00yesterday at work, some random guy being interviewed said to me, "hey, everyone must tell you that you look like like Andy Garcia." and of course, the gears started grinding in the heads of others in the room and they immediately agreed with him. i replied, "actually, no, they say i look like Barry Manilow." he then said "yeah, when you smile you look like Barry, but otherwise you look like mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1130480345449813412005-10-31T20:01:00.000-05:002005-11-02T21:42:51.213-05:00this post was written before the death of my grandmother. please excuse the lack of tact in regards to blarfing about a dead fish instead of grandma. oh, and happy halloween.-------A Shark Tale: Too Good For The Toiletmy first bala shark, or Balantiocheilus melanopterus, came home from the pet store two years ago. i fell in love with the faux sharkieness--the tall dorsal fin, bright silver mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1128396123111739632005-10-18T23:59:00.000-04:002005-10-18T22:34:46.516-04:00www.cupid.com's radio slogan: "no overseas impossiblities"--that struck a chord with me. nope, i do NOT need another one of those. i need a "within 30 miles and really cool" kind of girl. -------i've got nothing cool to say today. i think it's time to have a photo spree with some lame captions to go with them. (i'm too lazy to come up with a caption for the corn picture above.)-------i'm mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1127442289176234722005-10-01T00:22:00.000-04:002005-09-30T21:09:25.720-04:00“would you like your hair shampooed? it’s free with the haircut.”translation: do i want this beautiful young woman with the huge brown eyes and the foxy little body to caress and massage my head with soapy warm water? “sure,” i shrugged. i just paid 18 bucks to get a haircut. plus a tip. a pretty good haircut, i’ll admit, but i’m not the type to pay that much so i probably won’t go back to mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1124351937752197212005-09-22T22:02:00.000-04:002005-09-22T22:11:43.226-04:00Rt. 81 northbound, south of Watertown, 3:30 am: one semi right ahead of me. another passing me on the left. and i just woke up. as i awoke, i freaked, frantically grabbed the wheel, slammed on the brakes, and prepared for the impact of a relatively small Ford Explorer rear-ending a tractor trailer at 70 mph. my first thought was, "I FINALLY DID IT, I FELL ASLEEP DRIVING SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1124779520860523082005-09-11T20:08:00.000-04:002005-09-17T18:31:48.396-04:00and now another loss. The Gome, 1982-2005.-------On that somber note, onward to your regularly scheduled blarf:the Saga of the SkunkI hate skunks. they freaking stink and serve no purpose but to stink up the highways on hot summer days with their flattened, rotten, stinking, roadkilled bodies. and they hang out where they are not wanted and stink up the works. that's what happened at our mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1124345619369695492005-08-28T22:40:00.000-04:002005-09-11T20:08:13.656-04:00it sucks to lose a friend. Vinnie and i grew up together about a mile apart. he had a whole bunch of brothers and sisters, but i ended up being the closest to him. we hung out during school and after, either during lunch or on the farm or wherever. he was the first, and last, person i ever punched in the face. that was in 3rd grade when i was racing another kid to the locker room and we mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1124354740883984982005-08-17T04:31:00.000-04:002005-08-23T04:27:06.630-04:00"you're here bright and early," the gate attendant said. yup, i guess i was. it was 6:15 am on saturday morning at WATKINS GLEN INTERNATIONAL RACEWAY! NASCAR Nextel Cup at the Glen!! who hoo!!!! talk about a quiet place though. all the boozing the night before had apparently zonked out all the campers in the infield. i've never been amongst so many people who were so damn quiet. there mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1121578216161000382005-07-17T00:59:00.000-04:002005-08-18T23:19:26.496-04:00so much to say, so many good reasons not to. i wish i could talk about all the craziness that is my life lately. the stories i'd have for you all! sheesh. anyway, dad's corn is growing. it was well over knee high by the 4th of july, but it looked like it might stay just that high, or get shorter and deader, unless we got some rain. from may thru til about a week ago, we had about half an mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1119403626508881462005-06-21T21:26:00.000-04:002005-06-21T21:52:42.513-04:00trying to think of something witty to put here to keep you folks interested.... i'm drawing a blank. any guesses on where this is? the first correct guesser WINS!you win nothing but the satisfaction in knowing you won. and Blarf Points, too.dert de der. it's late, hot, and i should be sleeping. the A/C will be on tonight. the creative urge has not struck me yet as i sit here, but the urge mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1117839975542572482005-06-03T18:59:00.000-04:002005-06-03T22:56:11.323-04:00get your car inspected while you tan! here's a brain-squeezer for y'all:while on my way to st. lawrence countyi met a man with 7 trailer homesand 7 trailers had 7 fat chicksand 7 fatties had 7 scumbag boyfriendsand 7 scummies had 7 welfare checksand 7 checks bought 7 packs of smokesand 7 smokes were swiped by 7 teensand 7 teens flicked 7 buttsand 7 butts bounced off 7 junk carsand 7 cars had 7 mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1116188581941115982005-05-15T16:22:00.000-04:002005-05-22T11:27:03.880-04:00And from the "I Still Can't Afford a New Cell Phone After 2 Years, 7 Months, and 11 Days" Department:if you can't buy a new one, give your old phone a total frame-off restoration. i used Duplicolor Metalcast Anodized Color System--on clearance at Kmart for 2 bucks a can. it gives 'Old Trusty' a quad-color paint scheme similar to that of the jeep:nowthenso now i don't have to hide my old-school mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1116184920498751052005-05-15T15:10:00.000-04:002005-05-15T21:00:40.293-04:00i have realized how ridiculous lawn mowing is.being an apartment-dweller since 2002, i hadn't mowed a lawn in years when i jumped on the mower at my parent's house. i don't think i've missed doing it. sure, it can be relaxing--listless circling, the constant hum of the engine, and the outdoorsy feel. but jeez, don't we all have something better to do? who the hell invented the lawn thing? mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1115333324592148662005-05-05T18:25:00.000-04:002005-05-05T18:53:31.120-04:00for those of you eagerly awaiting my AZ scrapbook . . .. . . don't get too excited. it's not done yet.but it IS out of the box again! Ye Olde Volume One has been done for a while and, right now, i'm plugging away on Volume Two. i really need to get it done cuz i'm starting to forget names & events. heck, some of this stuff was almost seven years ago and it's still not done. truth be told, mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1113789802570060982005-04-17T21:50:00.000-04:002005-04-20T18:06:04.310-04:00ah, springtime. the weather is warmer. the puddles are drying up. the ladies' clothes are getting skimpier, shorter and tighter. mmmmm. springtime. with springtime comes new life--the birdies are building nests. the crocuses are blooming. the cows on the farm are having calves. women are pregnant everywhere. --pregnant women everywhere? oh, that's because i was at Babies 'R' Us in mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1113081259439028702005-04-09T17:10:00.000-04:002005-04-09T17:53:01.620-04:00of course, i am scared shitless to blarf anymore. so much to lose; so little to gain. i love people loving this blog, but jeezus, nowadays everyone is getting fired and yelled at & stuff for blogging. i can't really write about the good stuff, cuz the good stuff is the off-limits stuff (work, personal stories, etc.) so whats a blarfer to do?hmmm... ...i'm gonna have to think about this one.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1110846627947122962005-03-14T19:00:00.000-05:002005-04-09T17:52:33.473-04:00Chris Ledoux Dies from Liver Cancer (CNN)if ya didn't know, Chris Ledoux passed away from liver cancer on march 9th. if you didn't know who he was, you probably don't care, but you probably have heard some of his songs. garth brooks made him big when he mentioned his name in "Much Too Young (to Feel this Damn Old)" and from then on, he was big--at least, big enough to be noticed by a country mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1106451749905533132005-02-26T21:45:00.000-05:002005-03-31T17:44:18.416-05:00(written jan. 22nd) (updated today)i know it's been a while.in case you weren't aware, i got the job, so i've been busy.the blarf must now undergo a slight metamorphasis. note the subtle name change. things will be a bit more incognito. more ambiguous. more...MysTeRiouS!! ooooo interesting...in the meantime, i gotta move. i'm leaving syracuse. i never thought i'd be here this long--over mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1107658224576036372005-02-05T21:23:00.000-05:002005-02-13T14:58:55.756-05:00i've been thinking about blarfing lately, but i've been busy with the new job. i will be back soon. but until then, ponder this:bush's bullshit budgetwe have a huge deficit again--i just read about bush's proposed budget, which includes cuts in funding to local police agencies--from 600 million to 60 million. and this is after the idiot sent all of us checks for 300 bucks a few years ago? mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1106708202508321732005-01-25T21:55:00.000-05:002005-01-25T22:02:05.956-05:00
now i'm jealous.
envious.
irritated.
resentful.
irony has slapped me silly.
why?
because i didn't get on "Survivor" back in 2002.
shouldn't i be over that? of course. i was. BUT: thanks to dawn's mom, now i'm all bummed again.
why? who's dawn? who's dawn's mom?
dawn's mom is a contestant on the next Survivor, starting february 17th. dawn is a chick i went on a date with thismehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1106020666974983132005-01-17T22:45:00.000-05:002005-01-20T07:27:35.466-05:00note from the editor me: i've been waiting for a good time to finally post something that i wrote back in november--in response to my cousin (a.k.a. "haller" in the comments) and his love for our goofball president.
having finally found the time to fit it in, i re-read it and decided that, even in an attempt to be bipartisan, i would no doubt be pissing off everyone instead of pleasing all. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1105247497425643652005-01-08T22:06:00.000-05:002005-01-09T23:42:07.026-05:00
FIsH TanK REPoRT:
after several months of stagnation, i finally got some new fish. it's harder to get a new fish than you might think because whenever you go to a pet store, the fish people tell you that the fish you want is not compatible with the fish you already have. therefore, you have to lie:
fish person: "this fish is particularly aggressive. what kind of fish do you already have?"mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1104558281825543502004-12-31T23:47:00.000-05:002005-01-06T20:39:17.670-05:00to prove to my brother dan that The Swede does exist:
actually, i suppose this doesn't prove much of anything. i guess it could prove that i am great with photoshop. or that i paid some hot blonde chick to pose for a picture with me at the Cornell Plantations. or something. (he claims that she must not exist since both pictures of her that i've posted previously look nothing like each mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1103506621859683062004-12-19T20:23:00.000-05:002004-12-24T14:07:07.743-05:00
WANTED: DEAD OR PARTIALLY ALIVE (SILLY HAT OPTIONAL)
if you see either of these men, please detain them and contact the Blarf immediately. any clues leading to locating these individuals will result in Blarf Points for tipsters.
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ben's totally random, pointless, yet somewhat heartwarming story of the day:
today i was doing laundry, which made me think back on my days as a freshman mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1103255527534146232004-12-16T22:35:00.000-05:002004-12-17T17:24:05.630-05:00
today was my birthday.
it could have been like this:
They say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yea
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you
~Beatles 'Birthday'
or perhaps like this:
go go go go go go go shawty
its ya birthday
we gonna party like its ya birthday
we gonna sip bicardi like its ya birthday
and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1102393014274741312004-12-06T22:52:00.000-05:002005-10-06T20:40:16.453-04:00there's something about wearing a new suit that makes a man feel like a man. it makes you feel positively Bad Ass. and that's exactly what i needed today for the interview. it's about time i got a suit. all i've ever had is poor-fitting blazers and khakis and crap. now: the navy blue suit. a must for any man. two Blarf Points each to anyone who: 1. can spot my fashion faux pas in the mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1100482921656222102004-12-01T15:27:00.000-05:002005-01-19T22:42:00.490-05:00
"thanks, MTV, for pimping my life!" --Ben
after watching the first episode, season II of Pimp My Ride on MTV, i am convinced yet again that i need a career that exploits my creative talent and my love of cars. my current job is just fine--i manage a car repair shop. and the previous job was helpful too--selling cars. before that, i was managing a detail shop.
great.
but it seems like mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1101349448974828492004-11-24T20:15:00.000-05:002004-11-28T12:53:58.173-05:00
after dealing with the world's immense stupidity today, i must have a beer to help unwind.
i'm not one to drown my problems in alcohol. but after today, well...
...just lemmie explain.
episode #1:
when pulling in the entrance to work, i must make a left turn off of a street with no left turn lane. therefore i must stop traffic in my lane to make the turn. what i like to do is scoot mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1100920733359142022004-11-19T21:26:00.000-05:002004-11-24T20:02:54.593-05:00
Spaz: 1990 - 2004
My Dog Spaz.
My Best Friend.
she came to the farm from a neighbor's house--the only puppy to escape the abuse and death of her littermates. she would cross the highway to eat our garbage, never to get too close to anyone. we could tell she wanted to play and be friendly, but she wouldn't allow anyone to get near. for a shy 12-year old farm kid, she was the perfect rehabmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1100489790751046812004-11-14T22:21:00.000-05:002004-11-14T23:00:06.753-05:00
the "Gonstermachers" rock out to "Born Under The Bad Sign" by Albert King at Shifty's bar last saturday--check out that priestly-looking fella with the washbasin bass! ROCK ON!
other musical notes:
R.I.P. Old Dirty Bastard.
the rapper, aka Russell Jones, who's hit "Got Your Money" graced the hip hop charts in 1999, collapsed and died in a recording studio yesterday. he was 35.
...andmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1099710036515514652004-11-05T21:46:00.000-05:002004-11-14T10:13:23.616-05:00
GEORGE BUSH: The Posterchild for the Average American Idiot
the proof is in the pudding:
http://attenuation.net/files/iq.htm
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STORYTIME WITH BEN:
this is one of those "you had to be there" stories--imagine me telling it:
"so...so get this. this morning, us managers were all at the local diner eating breakfast, right? having a manager's meeting with the supervisor. as we were mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1099096946174669112004-10-29T20:14:00.000-04:002005-10-06T20:35:32.676-04:00well, shit. it's almost november. i just realized that today. i love the smell of leaves in the air and the rustle of them on the ground. the ground is still warm but the air is cool. october is a nice month. fall is indeed a wonderful season but is guilty by association with winter--and as we all know, winter sucks. where did summer and fall go? i've been too busy to notice. at least mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1098583499453645372004-10-23T21:52:00.000-04:002004-10-26T13:38:46.370-04:00
somewhere between Newark and Syracuse
it is now that my life has calmed to back to its usual insanity. the crazy "go to work/go visit girl/go to sleep" sequence has ended, at least for now. and just as well, too, as the long work days and long nights in front of the dashboard lights were wearing me down--not that i didn't mind the attention from a certain Scandinavian chica.
so, for the nextmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1097433271259292852004-10-10T13:46:00.000-04:002004-10-10T16:52:21.233-04:00
perhaps it is time for a new phone.
this phone and i, we've had great times. we've been together for over two years--today marks our 25th month. but lately when i pull out my phone, people say, "wow, that's one old-ass phone" or "where's the rotary dial on that thing?" maybe, more than others, i'm just used to its scratched, pocket-polished housing. its dust filled, black and white mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1096599751490851622004-09-30T22:42:00.000-04:002004-10-04T21:55:50.356-04:00
this is not a political blog.
having said that, i must go political for just a moment.
yes, i am a registered republican. yes, i vote republican most of the time.
but:
look at the goof on the right. the guy who lost the popular vote in 2000 but still won the white house. the one who can't form a sentence without saying "uhh". the one with that goddamn Bush Smirk on his face. the one who mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1095562327341253532004-09-18T21:51:00.000-04:002004-09-19T19:52:21.563-04:00
and here i sit on a saturday night...
...exhausted.
like every night.
kinda like last night, when i came home from work and fell asleep on the floor at 9pm.
but tonight, i feel fulfilled.
today was a typical workday--dealing with broken cars, trying to please gruff customers, and coaxing my shittiest employee to accomplish something besides offering me senseless bullshit excuses.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1094434080031976332004-09-09T20:12:00.000-04:002004-09-19T00:42:44.636-04:00last week's kenny chesney concert at the state fair was awesome...
...the seats, however, were not.
even buying the tickets a couple months in advance only got us the absolute edge of the grandstands with a full view of... the parking lot. the stage was waaaaay off to the left. a GREAT time, though. attendance was record-setting, and as a result the traffic was snarly. those damn state mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1094411779244888042004-09-05T14:44:00.000-04:002004-09-06T00:29:11.010-04:00
the loyal steeds (jeep and ford exploder) parked in front of the new roost.
i think buzznet has officially shit the bed.
or maybe they just got sick of people like me using the site simply for image hosting and put a stop to it. (thus, my pictures on the blarf have not been loading lately.) (and the same goes for bstats for us blogger users; i guess we won't be able to see who's been mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1093486854955639422004-08-25T22:03:00.000-04:002004-09-05T14:41:14.143-04:00
well, now we've got that hundredth post out of the way.
it was pretty intimidating trying to come up with something worthy of #100--that's why i took the easy way out and made a post out of other people's crap.
so. what have i been up to for the last few weeks? if you get bored easily, you might want to speed-read this post. it's not my usual blarf--i try to stay away from this mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1093143386368564132004-08-21T21:22:00.000-04:002004-09-01T22:28:59.920-04:00
just what is that duck doing, anyway
100th blarf post 100th blarf post 100th blarf post 100th blarf
first, thanks to all of you readers. (yes, All 3 of you!) if it wasn’t for you, i’d be… i’d still be blarfing. But anyway….
i thought i’d share some of the more interesting searches that have brought people to the blarf over the last 11 months. i’ve broken down the best-est stuff into some mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1091848024481640112004-08-06T22:24:00.000-04:002004-09-01T22:34:50.226-04:00
ya know, not since high school (ok, maybe freshman year of college) have i had a crush on a real, tangible, living, breathing female (as opposed to, say, britney spears or something, who does not realistically exist in my life.) but now, at age 26, i am smitten like a 13-year old boy.
she is beautiful. and smart. and she's funny in a clever, low-key kinda way. GAWWWD is she ever cute. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1090725194568234432004-07-24T22:26:00.000-04:002004-09-01T22:36:33.033-04:00
the scrambler hit 100,000 miles today!
my coworker and i did the obligatory Chinese Fire Drill* when the odometer rolled over. it was a bittersweet moment--i had hoped to be in a new vehicle before 100,000--but that hasn't happened yet. i'm gettin' close tho--i've found just the right trade-in at work and i'm arranging to buy it. but i really wish i coulda had it before now so i wasn't mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1089945666051747962004-07-15T22:10:00.000-04:002004-07-16T21:08:45.580-04:00
LANCE
Still got your Malibu?
VINCENT
Oh man, you know what some f**ker did the other day?
LANCE
What?
VINCENT
F**kin' keyed it.
LANCE
Oh man, that's f**ked up.
VINCENT
Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years. It was out five days, and some dickless piece of shit f**ked with it.
mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1089341296101556762004-07-08T23:00:00.000-04:002004-07-10T18:23:43.546-04:00
i have a confession to make.
...a very gay-ish confession...
...ummm...uhh... i lightened my hair.
now i know what you're thinking--how could a farm boy, a gearhead, a guy who drinks budweiser, farts, burps, and blarfs--how could i do something so incredibly gay* as to bleach my hair?? well, i don't know.
it was sort of a long-standing subconscious desire combined with mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1088583311307330872004-06-30T04:02:00.000-04:002004-06-30T23:58:21.280-04:00
and i thought my problems were bad--until i read marley's blog:
"i put to much ketchup on ym plate for my chicken fingers and now i have this extra ketchup and i don't really want to put it back in the bottle, nor eat more food using it up or washing it down the drain. what a dilema. and my beers empty."
great grammar and spelling, mars. i hope you have enough ketchup. and beer.
mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1088477047564215932004-06-28T22:17:00.000-04:002004-06-28T23:29:53.046-04:00
NEW YORK STATE TROOPERS: POLICE ACADEMY, DAY ONE: June 28th.
after arriving yesterday and getting settled in with two other roommates, all cadets were awakened at 6:00am for a morning run, sit ups and pushups. being a two hour session, it was no doubt the first step at weeding out the weak. no problem!
8:00am: breakfast. surly lunch ladies and so-so food. just like high school. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1088219544797699972004-06-25T22:51:00.000-04:002004-06-27T19:22:33.300-04:00
john kerry: "today we are one step closer to the end of the bush administration" *
yep. i just saw it.
i broke my "i'll never go to the movies alone" rule by going to see Fahrenheit 9/11--by myself. but i was pleasantly surprised to see that i would not be alone--upon arrival, i joined an ever-growing line reaching nearly a block down the street outside of the westcott cinema in syracusemehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1087074809717388202004-06-14T16:52:00.000-04:002004-06-17T20:31:10.456-04:00
THIS JUST IN: BRITNEY AND BEN: THREE DEGREES OF SEPARATION.
the rumor you heard is correct. there are now just THREE degrees of separation between yours truly and Miss Britney Spears. wedding plans have not yet been announced.
insiders say this week ben sold a ford focus to the mother of the guitar player (also named ben) of britney's road band. the connection was confirmed this mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1086754980090155992004-06-11T19:20:00.000-04:002004-06-11T19:26:08.236-04:00
pleasant surprise of the day: the box speakers in my jeep have sounded like crap for quite some time. i assumed it was the result of being wet too many times and just plain old age. they've done a good job over the last 7 years, but maybe it was time to upgrade. too bad i can't afford it.
it wasn't til i was sitting in the applebee's parking lot tonight listening to the intro of 'heavy' mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1086923696496617812004-06-10T23:07:00.000-04:002004-06-10T23:14:56.496-04:00
Ray Charles, 1930-2004
missed more than Reagan?? for a musical sort such as myself, yes. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1086482215748120982004-06-05T19:51:00.001-04:002004-06-05T20:39:26.776-04:00
Reagan + Gorbechev + Scrambler = Cool. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1086310803579279272004-06-03T20:50:00.000-04:002004-06-03T21:55:19.080-04:00
all ye faithful readers,
you will notice the blarf is looking much different. we at www.cj8.blogspot.com had a real scare yesterday--the blarf had a near-fatal aneurism in the sublateral template area while some routine link additions were being completed (by yours truly.) being unable to bring her back to life on my own, i immediately summoned mark in boston for an emergency lobotomy (to mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1086190587757723132004-06-02T11:25:00.000-04:002004-06-02T12:46:33.860-04:00
with the rumble of the moving truck, my neighbors from across the breezeway were gone.
and i didn't help them move, either. whoop de do.
i didn't even open the damn door--the voyeur in me was satisfied with the peephole view. fact is, i don't even remember their names, even though they lived 6 feet away from me for the 20 months that i've been here. the only reason i would have opened mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1085866505788894772004-05-29T17:20:00.000-04:002004-05-30T23:41:59.160-04:00
days spent: 6
miles jeeped: 1500+
sit ups sat: 40
push ups pushed: 33
hernia inspections: 1
hearing tests failed: 1
percent chance that i'm NOT going to get into the NYS police academy: 99.999%.
after failing the trooper's hearing exam, i was told that i would have to be tested again by an independent audiologist. three hearing tests later, it was assumed that a hearing aid could fix mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1085107909608453842004-05-20T20:53:00.000-04:002004-05-21T00:25:52.556-04:00
with the police academy potentially looming ahead and with encouragement from mark and josh, i finally decided to shave my goatee--again.
sure, i've shaved it before--probably three or four times since i've had it. but every time i've shaved, i've shuddered in horror at the result and immediately grown it back. now that i think about it, i had this thing for six years! (for almost as longmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1084673047775556092004-05-15T21:44:00.000-04:002004-05-16T12:02:08.986-04:00the 70th percentile--finally and officially reached: 1.5 mile run in 10 min, 12 sec. 40 pushups in 47 sec. 45 situps in 58 sec.
in regards to the above, I RULE.
still scared shitless about the hearing test though... i can't wait for it to be over, for the good or the bad.
6 days until judgement day.
i watched 'solaris' (w/george clooney) and unfortunately it kinda sucked. i wasmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1084418312794561512004-05-12T23:02:00.000-04:002004-05-13T00:31:23.013-04:00
wow, look at the new blogger--pretty swank. now i've got to re-learn a bunch of stuff. it's like having someone rearranging your bathroom--everythings still there, and the toilet hasn't moved, but who knows where the hell your toothbrush is.
i know, i've been slacking lately. but look at everyone else--madpony, jonny Q, orangenutts, the non, etc.--they're all slacking, so i don't feel as mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1083774877167395582004-05-05T12:34:00.000-04:002005-10-06T20:38:53.880-04:00"mom, my pickup's broken down, can i borrow your Escalade to use at work today? mommm???"here i sit, blarfing once again. sit and blarf. blarf and sit. blarf blarf blarf. the trees are leafing out and the pollen has riled my allergies. the post nasal drip has me burping up my own snot. its a rainy afternoon. blah. BUT now when driving the scrambler in the rain, i'll be nice n' dry! mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1082923785098325762004-04-25T16:09:00.000-04:002004-04-25T16:14:13.466-04:00quote of the day: "i wouldn't miss this goat ropin' for nuthin'!" ~Darrell Waltrip, on the conclusion of the Aaron's 499 @ Talledega, 4-25-04mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1082913279124385982004-04-25T13:14:00.000-04:002004-04-26T22:40:43.106-04:00
me (kenickie) and rob (danny) in my version of greased lightning
the landmark theatre is a beautiful building. that was the first thing i noticed when i walked in.
the second thing i noticed was that the cheap seats were sold out and it would cost me $44.75 to see this traveling broadway-ripoff of "grease". and having been looking forward to seeing the show for a month and nearly missing mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1082689735248901262004-04-22T23:08:00.000-04:002004-04-24T19:55:26.450-04:00more blarf brewing...mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1082314677060928172004-04-18T14:57:00.000-04:002004-04-20T20:37:20.716-04:00
the first thunderstorm of the season.
just like mcdonalds, i'm lovin' it.
i love thunder. the driving rain. watching the rain pour off the roof while i'm on the balcony. so what if the power went off and i lost my blarf post? thunderstorms mean springtime, baby.
last night's DJing was my best yet. i was on fire. songs were tight together. music was perfect. the house was rockinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1081981363743943532004-04-14T18:22:00.000-04:002004-04-18T14:07:01.293-04:00brbmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1081662723649273602004-04-11T01:52:00.000-04:002004-04-14T17:51:37.920-04:00
william hung.
sheesh.
shit, i coulda been william hung.
"inspiration"?--for what? clueless yet lucky people with no shame, everywhere? i guess.
why is it always someone else that makes something out of nothing? like the guy who invented the battery-powered, leg-humping mechanical dog? ("the perfect [gift] for the man who has everything except a girlfriend!") or i coulda been jim mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1081357865287230772004-04-07T13:11:00.000-04:002004-04-08T22:23:29.700-04:00
no pussyfooting around here--i'm all business, beotch
so about that grandiose blarf i promised... at least pretend to like it:
my current financial situation is about as dire as it gets--even worse than when i was a struggling roadside sweet corn salesman in the 7th grade. (actually, that was a pretty good gig, and i'd do it again in a heartbeat if i just had some corn and a road.) lately mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1081114214065896072004-04-04T17:30:00.000-04:002004-04-24T19:50:44.263-04:00
the blarf just isn't the same without a good old bitchfest.
today's topic: the new coinless laundry system at my apartment complex.
goddamn. i hate it.
the management was proud to announce that we would soon be getting a coinless laundry system. i thought, there's got to be a catch. what's in it for the laundry company? new machines and hi-tech card-swiping shit isn't cheap. well, mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1080434929910576372004-03-27T19:48:00.000-05:002004-03-29T21:05:32.030-05:00
i had one of those vivid dreams last night--the kind that you can't get rid of no matter how many times you wake up or subconciously try to change the subject:
NASA had decided to retire the beleaguered space shuttle program and revert back to the tried-and-true, 1960's vintage Saturn V/Apollo space program. the first launch went fine until nearly reaching orbit--some sort of malfunction mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1080105399889785952004-03-24T00:16:00.000-05:002004-03-25T21:38:35.826-05:00
the result of dead time this morning: 1 hijacked kiddie cartoon from the Syracuse Post Standard + white out + 3 mutilated business cards + 1 bored car salesman = 1 cartoon only a salesman would find funny. it made it's way around the dealership with much fanfare.
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Grangela: i bet i can predict what you're writing in your blurf
Grangela: you're writing about work and complaining about itmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1079577318629165722004-03-17T21:35:00.000-05:002004-03-18T20:54:03.543-05:00
and today is St. Patrick's day.
i couldn't care less.
i wouldn't have even known if it wasn't for every person i see saying something about it. i don't see the draw to this holiday. i put it in the same category as Boxing Day (for you Canadians), columbus day, and earth day. not to say they aren't special, but it ain't like i circle those days on the calendar. the best holidays are mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1078894451947828722004-03-09T23:54:00.000-05:002004-03-10T20:56:40.403-05:00
I gotta be more like Bug.
yeah, Bug.
Bug the goat.
oh, and like Terry. Terry the upholstery repair guy.
lemmie explain.
Bug, as you may remember from an older post, is the goat who is spending the winter on the farm with my family. ("Bug" is an acronym for Big Ugly Goat.) he runs loose around the barn, amongst the heifers, 20 barn cats, a couple of AFLAC ducks, and a 500 lb. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1078292217034482562004-03-03T00:36:00.000-05:002004-03-03T16:39:34.716-05:00for those of you who have read the blarf in the last 24 hours, read this post again.. it's had a tune-up.
maybe some Enzyte would liven things up a bit for me.
scrambler (10:22:40 PM): hey, do me a favor and go out to a bar...
scrambler (10:22:50 PM): cus thats where im headed and i dont want to be the only lone dude going out
marmar (10:22:59 PM): i just came from one
marmar (10:24:10 PM):mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1078010229090292392004-02-28T18:17:00.000-05:002004-02-28T20:45:45.263-05:00
similar to what i saw (no one was hurt in this one either.)
and this is why i HATE I-690 in syracuse:
in addition to having my own b.s. accident over a year ago on this god-forsaken, overcrowded, cramped, racetrack-of-a-highway, i came across another accident in progress wednesday. a car headed in the opposite direction (west) hit the concrete highway divider several times and flipped onto mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1077596626418417552004-02-25T23:23:00.000-05:002004-02-28T22:25:09.966-05:00
"Oh, Davey! there really aren't any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq!"
i guess the world isn't as simple as i thought it was.
as we signed the paperwork for my first sale, i looked across the desk at my customer. he was clearly the hard-working sort, worn down by years of diligent commitment to his job and family and obviously not too sure about the mechanical details of an automobile mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1077595983530103082004-02-23T23:13:00.000-05:002004-02-23T23:20:53.686-05:00
i made my first sale today--on a big-ass, 15-passenger highway cruising beast. yay for me. i've had my doubts about my abilities and desire to do this job, but now, with one sale under my belt, and another pending, well...maybe this gig will work. i'll have to give it more time before i form an opinion.
after crashing here for 3 weeks, mark has headed to boston. it's been an eventful mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1077342423377041742004-02-21T00:47:00.000-05:002004-02-21T18:26:53.623-05:00the blarf is swollen with pleasure today. even more so than always.
Daytona, 2001: My first UFO sighting. too bad the girls got in the way and ruined the pic. there goes my claim to fame.
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i almost lost her. she was face down, in a puddle of water. she's an old girl, but why now? why? luckily, it was just a close call. with a little mouth to mouth and a dry tissue, she was mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1076865906542350912004-02-15T12:25:00.000-05:002004-02-15T20:06:25.170-05:00
the wait is finally over. the racing season is upon us once again. and with the new job, i'll always have sundays off to watch the races.
i know you've been waiting too, cuz NASCAR racing has become the second most popular sport in america.
more popular than hockey. more popular than basketball. and way more popular than the ever-boring game of baseball. only the NFL has a larger mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1076530735518203982004-02-12T03:18:00.000-05:002004-02-12T03:20:42.826-05:00
"welcome to Krispie Kreme, and can you please turn your car off so i can hear you."
the old girl is getting tired. the current crisis with my '88 jeep comanche involves the exhaust system. the cherry bomb "muffler" doesn't do much muffling after the tailpipe fell off. but then again, that's not what cherry bombs are for. i've been meaning to put the pipe back on; i just haven't gotten to mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1076378507510776422004-02-09T21:01:00.000-05:002004-02-10T12:45:38.530-05:00
and then there was light.
typically i second-guess all of my decisions--turning over every possible option a dozen times before coming to a conclusion--but to leave ELTADAY ONICSAY has been one of the easiest decisions i have made in a long time.
today was my last day.
it was great. i came in at 6:30 for opening, and we were busy right off the bat. everyone was really cool, and aside mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-107623225300107162004-02-08T04:24:00.000-05:002004-02-09T19:41:53.950-05:00
my last night as the closing manager went well. more farewells. goofiness on the radios. fun and games. and the shop is spotless. this was on purpose, so i can gauge how crappy the place gets after i'm gone. (one of my specialties is cleanliness.) one more day--i open on monday.
i managed to miss the bud shootout at daytona tonight. shit. didn't even THINK of it. the racing mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1076042639811642812004-02-05T23:43:00.000-05:002004-02-12T02:02:30.983-05:00
and these creepy little bastards are supposed to make me want to eat a quizno's sub? with their ingrown teeth and deformed little rodent bodies that belong in a jar of formaldehyde? yuck. is this the kind of animal they use for the processed meat? but i must admit, the song is catchy, and the TV ad is, well, addictive. creepy bastards, nonetheless.
my days at ELTADAY ONICSAY are dwindlingmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1075623752101311162004-02-01T03:22:00.000-05:002004-02-01T03:53:10.060-05:00
LIVE from (upstate) New York, it's SATURDAY NIGHT!
and what a wonderful night it is, folks. i am slightly inebriated. i say "slightly" cuz if i was "totally" i wouldn't have driven home, and i'd still be at the bar, which would suck because my new clothes would stink like stogies.
i was enjoying my millionth-consecutive evening alone in my apartment when it hit me that it was saturday. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1075275531774526722004-01-28T02:38:00.000-05:002004-01-28T03:19:38.280-05:00
from the "Let's Beat A Dead Horse" department:
somehow, amongst all this talk of demotions, i failed to mention that the demotion had been on its way since november. ("super-duh" on my part.) that's when the GM's told me to my face that they did not want me in the senior manager position because i was looking elsewhere for jobs, as they want a career-minded person in this position. the mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1075056210697762862004-01-25T13:43:00.000-05:002004-01-25T16:37:56.716-05:00
Aleximov23: i don't think a person's life should contain that much blarf.
blogging during daylight hours isn't normal for me, but then again, i've had anything but a normal weekend. and in the words of forrest gump, "that's all i've got to say about that."
one of the things on my to-do list is to write a resignation letter to my job. what i'd love to do is send a nice long letter to the mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1074318134083809102004-01-17T00:42:00.000-05:002004-01-17T01:48:03.543-05:00The new Jeep has arrived. i've waited years for this.
the "2004.5" jeep wrangler unlimited. if they offer it in a rubicon package, i'm getting one. to heck with the all-new 2005 mustang that i've been wanting. if you look carefully, the difference is a 10" longer wheelbase and 15" of added length overall. originally, jeep was going to offer a shorty hardtop and pickup bed and actually mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1074044244069512972004-01-13T20:37:00.000-05:002004-01-13T23:07:53.343-05:00
photo courtesy of mark and the other mark
A duck walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "Have you got any grapes?" The bartender replies, "This is a bar. We don't have grapes." The next day, the duck walks into the bar and again asks, "Do you have any grapes?" The bartender says, "Look, we don't serve grapes. Get the hell outta here." Sure enough, the very next day, the duck again walksmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1073622593588107212004-01-08T23:29:00.000-05:002004-01-10T12:21:18.236-05:00
metaphor of my career
The Weasel 17 8: you know what i told my mom tonight when i said you had your committee thingie?
scrambler: what
The Weasel 17 8: that you were too smart for the job.
scrambler: thank you.
i didn't storm out of the meeting, yank off my nametag, tear off my uniform shirt, piss in the coffee pot, moon everyone, and tell the whole place they could kiss my ass.
i left mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1073203120095719022004-01-05T21:01:00.000-05:002004-01-06T01:03:09.730-05:00
Guess Who's Back. Back Again. Benny's Back. Tell a Friend.
yay! once again it's time to spill my guts to the world! bare my soul for all to see! and somehow find solace and comfort in doing so! whoo hoo!
well, jiminie fricken cricket, where do i begin? perhaps a little blogging will help assuage this headache. i can't seem to drink alcohol anymore without getting a headache, but mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1073192755481403422004-01-04T00:05:00.000-05:002004-01-04T02:37:44.226-05:00
for a while i was thinking that spending over $3K on the scrambler rebuild was silly. especially now, since i could really use that money. but every time i get in it, it's like therapy. over the holidays, i was at my parents house (where the scrambler lives during the winter) bumming over being single again for christmas. mark, who is still job hunting and has somehow made his last two mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1072714556954176212003-12-29T11:15:00.000-05:002003-12-29T11:16:14.230-05:00if this jeep stuff ain't your bag, remember, there's other stuff at the bottom, and i will be posting more new stuff soon. don't despair! i aim to please all. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1072501981323814782003-12-27T00:13:00.000-05:002003-12-29T02:15:14.693-05:00
no, this isn't me. it's my car, tho. and yes, you're right--it DOES say "slut on board" on the back window of that chevy.
okay, to satisfy my 2.5 daily readers, i must blog something. the bit i intended to publish is in rough form (also known as "crap",) so i will settle for posting some older material that i forgot i even wrote. mark dug this up last week on an archive file for a jeep mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861784.post-1071981247363971842003-12-20T23:34:00.000-05:002003-12-20T23:34:22.210-05:00now i'm thinking Sonic is a he, although i'm not really interested in lifting his leg to be sure. mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17052499758108174851noreply@blogger.com