Marathon Day

31 05 2008

Mein Gott in Himmel.  That’s all I can say after the day today was.  (happens to be an awkward sentence, but meh)

Today my oldest daughter had her ballet recital…then we had to go to a wedding, wherein my oldest daughter was the flower girl.  And my wife was the “wedding coordinator.”  Just nobody told HER that before hand…but more on that later.

So how did my day go?  Well, once at the recital, my job consisted of wrangling the twins and slapping my son’s hands whenever he made a twin scream…which meant I slapped a hand about every 5.4 seconds.  The recital was an hour…an hour spent shushing toddlers, corralling toddlers, holding toddlers, picking up toddlers and fetching toys for toddlers.

Then we went to eat, which was okay.  Then to the wedding, where we got there an hour-and-a-half early…an hour and a half spent keeping toddlers off the photographer’s stuff, out of other people’s stuff, and out of the way.  And once the wedding started, I spent another hour pushing toddlers in a stroller, fetching dropped bottles and shushing screams.   And after the wedding we went to the reception where again it was time spent shushing toddlers, putting toddlers in high chairs, taking toddlers out of high chairs and keeping toddlers from getting stepped in by already-drunk wedding guests.

So from 10:30a.m. until about 6:30 p.m. my day was a blur of toddler-control, and I ended up tired, but feeling like I hadn’t been anywhere or done anything.

Oh, and the wedding coordinator thing?  My wife thought she was just to stand at the head of the aisle and tell the bridesmaids when to start walking…until people started telling her she had to control the bride’s fucktard/brat son, and was supposed to have decorated the pews, and was to help the bride get dressed, and decorate the entire church, actually, and the reception hall, and the minister her own damn self (pun intended) was ON my wife about everything.  Would’ve been nice to get a heads-up on that one.

Oh, and my wife dropped our (her) nice digital camera and it’s broken.  It shoots video okay, but photos have suckworthy horizontal bars across them.  Yaysticks and happyturds.  Just what we needed…to spend a hundred bucks on another camera, or on a repair on a camera that’s only worth about a hundred bucks.

But I guess, once we got home, I had a glass of port wine, and we made pudding.  A day that ends with pudding is a day that ends well, I guess.  Mmmm…….pudding.  <sigh>





I’m That Guy (Yeah, again)

30 05 2008

I’m that guy. (as these posts usually start)  I’m that guy who lives in a hick-town, where most guys want to “decorate” their home (if you can call it “decorate”) with neon-lit Budweiser mirrors, and hang towels or blankets over their windows to keep light out, and keep anyone from seeing in; where carpet is just another place to wipe the grease and mud from your boots, and where there’s really no reason to wipe the axle grease from your hand before you stick it on the wall over your toilet so you have something to lean on while you pee.

But what does that have to do with me?  Well, in the midst of this neighborhood, I’m the guy who is totally down with decorating our house in a mash-up of Cottage, French Country and Tuscan design styles — Hell, I’m that guy who’s heard of any design styles that actually have a name.  I’m that guy who’s okay with letting my wife hang lace curtains and put doilies on the tables.  I’m the guy who wants to walk into my house and be taken away from Bucktuckley, Michigan and transported to a culturally enlightened utopia — Paris, or Rome, or the East Village, I guess.

I’m the guy who wants to spend the extra $ or $$ to get “Tuscan Bronze” faucets and light fixtures; who not only knows what “wainscoting” is, but also how to pronounce it AND wants it in his house.  I’m the guy who wants lilacs in the yard, and hanging flower baskets on the porch; who makes sure to mix up Miracle Gro and put it on the plants weekly.

Or let’s just say that I’m that guy who wants his home to be pretty, inviting, clean; not just a grungy place to throw his Carhartts when he’s not working on his truck.





Nothing, Really…

30 05 2008

So, today was another day. There are two more minutes left in it. By the time I post this it’ll be tomorrow…of course to me it’ll be today, but not to these words. Oo, creepy.

Honestly, it’s May 28. Did the day have to start with a hard frost that appears to have killed our geraniums? I think not. It was 36 degrees this morning. Seventeen over east of Grayling. When I got out of work? Sixty-two. It’s just not right. Unless you live in Michigan like I do.

We just had a long weekend for Memorial Day. I started my long weekend by breaking a tooth. I was eating a pickle and chomped on what felt like a piece of grit, but was probably a piece of my tooth. It hurt at the time, but not afterward. I think now either the jagged edges have also broken off, or they’re starting to wear down, because it’s getting less interesting to explore with my tongue. It’s not soft, and it doesn’t hurt, so I’m assuming that I can just let it go and it’ll sort itself out.

Other than that, there wasn’t anything really interesting that happened. Lots of little stuff that I was interested in, but not a lot worth spending keyboard time on. Later





Phew — Imports

28 05 2008

So, that’s done. What follows this post is about a dozen more posts containing my entire blog from MySpace. And hopefully I don’t have to type “MySpace” that much more on here…it feels blasphemous. I’m actually embarrassed to have a page on that site.

Anywho, they’re just straight copy-pasted into Word, de-tabled, left-aligned, copied here and hyperlink-stripped. So they have all the nice what’s-yer-mood, whatcha-listening-to crap that My– um, you know — puts on their blogs. So my posterity is covered, anyway, so to speak.

Sadly, I’ll keep that page on that site, though…





MySpace, April 20 – May 26, 2008

27 05 2008

Monday, May 26, 2008

So What’s The Big Deal?
Category:
MySpace

Okay, so I guess I just don’t get what the big deal is about MySpace. I signed on so I could have a place to blog, ‘cuz keeping a journal is supposed to reduce stress…at least the “experts” say so. That, and it’s kind of neat to play around with profiles and edit the style pages a bit. That’s all I do here. Really. This whole emphasis on friends at this site serves only to point out to me just how many people I don’t know. I have what, ten friends? Maybe? And two of them are a radio station?I just spent the last hour looking for the few people I know…and failed. I looked for people who I went to high school with…and failed. I looked for people I knew in college…and failed. I looked for people I used to work with…and failed. I looked for people I work with NOW…and failed.

In part, this has to be backlash from living a life largely without friends. I haven’t kept up with anybody…and now I have no idea where they are or what they’re doing. I honestly don’t know how people on here can have over a thousand friends. Do they just “friend me” to everyone they run into? Are they just an icon collection to them? I don’t get it.

Maybe I’ll have to cop out and see how many bands I can collect…but it’s not like they’re going to really pay attention to little ol’ me, anyway. I could try to connect with all of the 15 year old hotties here…if I were one of the 32,000 registered sex offenders who have MySpace accounts.

Sigh…

And worse, the only people who DO read this are people who know me, so I have to be kind of sanitary here. I’m thinking of moving this whole thing to some other blogging site so I don’t hafta worry about it anymore.

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Friday, May 23, 2008

I’m That Guy

I’m that guy…you know, THAT guy. The guy with dirt under his fingernails, and grease on his hands. I’m the guy who likes to work on his own car, who replaced the clutch in his own motorcycle. I’m the guy who likes to install faucets and light fixtures, and likes to build things around the house. I’m the guy who likes digging holes and planting trees and who likes fixing the lawnmower almost as much as using it. I’m the guy with a 60lb toolbox, and power tools, and various solvents and oils in the garage. I’m the guy who likes waxing the car, and knows that rubbing compound will take out most scratches on the car. I’m the guy who likes to shoot stuff with a shotgun…and then reload his own shells, and then shoot more stuff. I’m the guy who spends the weekend in dirty jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, rather than shower and shave all 7 days of the week. Yeah, I’m that guy.

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Saturday, May 17, 2008

I’m That Guy

I’m THAT guy. No, not HIM…the other one. I’m the guy who’s been married for eleven years to the same woman. I’m the guy who has four kids…all with the same woman….whom I’m married to. I’m the guy who drives the crappy car and lets my wife have the nice one, because she hauls our kids around…or at least I did when the nice car held all the kids at once. I’m the guy who actually likes mowing grass, and snowblowing the driveway, and painting the kitchen, and watering the flowers. I’m the guy whose favorite sound is the laughter of my children. I’m the guy who can’t stand it when my job takes me to the pediatrics floor of the hospital, because I abhor the sound of children crying in pain. I’m the guy who thinks that Christmas is for the children, and that Santa Claus is alive in every one of us. I’m the guy who thinks that a child’s innocence is sacrosanct, and that those who violate and shatter that innocence should be removed from our society….unpleasantly. I’m the guy who wears my wife’s high-school ring around my neck, every single day; who feels naked when he forgets to put on his wedding band. I’m the guy who may joke about various hot-looking women, but who would never cheat on his wife. I’m the guy who thinks less (MUCH less) of guys who put their wife down while out with “the guys.” I’m the guy who’ll give $5 to a homeless person, and try to preserve their dignity when I do it. (“Excuse me, I think you dropped this, sir.”) I’m the guy who’ll help push a neighbor or a stranger out of the ditch. I’m the guy who’ll drop work in a heartbeat if my family needs me. I’m the guy who weeps every time he hears a newborn’s first cry. I’m the guy who wants to show my family the world. I’m the guy who wants to barbecue burgers on the deck, and roast marshmallows over the campfire. I’m the guy who’s a father, and a husband, and wouldn’t change that for anything.Yeah, I’m that guy.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

I’m That Guy

I’m that guy. You know, THAT guy. I’m that guy with glasses, Dockers and a button-up shirt, wearing track shoes. I’m that guy who says “I need to return this” when he’s thinking “take yer fuckin’ piece o’shit back and give me my goddamn money back.” I’m that guy driving the Volvo, with jazz coming out of the windows, but not TOO loud. I’m that guy who looks like a repressed asshole, like a college-educated jerk — kind of pudgy like he’s never done an honest day’s labor in his life. I’m that guy who looks uptight enough to blush if a girl looks at him. I’m that guy who gets caught looking at a girl’s legs and tries to camoflage it by looking for a garbage can that isn’t there, or something. I’m that guy who looks like a nerd…a twitchy nerd…a twitchy, uptight, Volvo-driving, stupid-expression-wearing, nerd. Yeah, I’m that guy.

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Bloggity Blog

I haven’t blogged here in a while. It’s become harder to really let myself say what I want around people that I know. I know anything I blog here is going to be read by my neighbor, and my tae-kwon-do classmate, and my brother-in-law, and my wife and…well most of my friends are people I know. So I can’t blog anything about them. Some of my friends live in the same house as me…so I can’t blog –– and as punctuates most everything I do, a baby pooped and I have to stop what I’m doing and go handle shit.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

I Dunno

What’s wrong with people? Are we actually getting stupider (legitmate word if you’re in 4th grade) or is there just an extreme shortage of people willing to point a finger and say (loudly) “Hey, you! You’re doing it wrong!”Today, I was waiting to turn left out of a driveway. I had to wait for cars…nothing strange there. But then the guy waiting to turn left INTO the driveway waved me out. There were no other cars coming, but there WERE cars waiting behind him. I stared at him for a second, then waved him out of the way with both arms… the physical version of “hey, stupid, get outta the road!” And he waved me out again, this time impatiently. To get things moving, I pulled out — squealed out, actually, and in the company van, too.

I fumed about it the whole time I was driving. I mean fer chrissakes, don’t they tell drivers anymore that if they’re in the middle of the road, they shouldn’t just STOP and wave people out of driveways? If they don’t have anyplace to be, maybe the drivers BEHIND them actually want to go somewhere. Thus the reason they’re in CARS, on the ROAD, trying to DRIVE SOMEWHERE! And I thought about it some more. Why didn’t the guy behind him honk or something? He was being a moron and holding up traffic…I’D have honked — a long, loud “Git the f*ck outta the road, you f*cktarded ass-mummy!!” If I’d have put the van in Park and gotten out, he’d have been mad at ME.

And I thought about it in a broader sense. The morons rule the world. They cross the centerline of the highway while driving…and the people they’re playing chicken with don’t flash a light or honk a horn or anything. Morons pull out in front of people, then slam on their brakes and turn…and nobody honks or anything. Morons cough or sneeze on you or your family, and if you say anything they either pretend they don’t notice, or they get mad at YOU.

One time, I was waiting in a long line to pay at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Indiana, and this dizzy bitch walked past everyone and straight up to a register. NOBODY said anything…so I did.
“Ex-CUSE me, but wait your turn.”
“Oh,” (and this absolutely floored me) “I thought I just walked right up…”

I thought I just walked right up?! Never mind the eight people waiting with their bill in their hands. Never mind the existence of lines since the beginning of freaking HISTORY…no, SHE thought she’d just walk RIGHT UP! Gawd! How did she survive the drive to the place? How many red lights did she run because “I thought they meant everyone else,” and how many pedestrians did she run over while driving on the sidewalk because “I thought I just drove over here…” Is she serious? Really?

So I dunno. Maybe it’s because the biggest thing anyone reads anymore is an issue of People magazine. Maybe it’s the whole Real World-Surreal Life-The Osbournes-ANTM-Survivor-Big Brother-Tila Tequila-Paris Hilton-Hamster Dance-America’s Got Talent mentality that’s being fostered by our televisions. Maybe it’s all the artificial colors in our food. Maybe everyone’s Zoloft is reacting with their Zantac and causing stupidity. I dunno, but it’s really annoying.

Hey! Stupid people! Please stop!

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Randomnity
Current mood:
cheerful

I haven’t blogged anything in a while, and should. It’s harder to do when people who know me read my blog…like, oh, I dunno…my wife. Can’t go on about my extra-marital exploits; can’t complain about my girlfriend’s shortcomings; can’t talk about that court order at ALL.Yeah.

My brother-in-law (BIL) moved in with us last weekend. We cleaned out a corner of our basement and made a space for him. It kind of saddens us that all we can offer is an unfinished basement — bare cement, plastic sheeting over the pink insulation for walls, and the ceiling is floor joists and heating ductwork. I was able to run a couple of extension cords to his “room” for power for his 47 different video game systems. He’s also borrowing one of our cars while his is KO’d. Again, I’m kind of embarrassed that it’s older than he is — it’s an ‘84 Crown Victoria…it’s navy blue, 17 feet long and slow. It gets all the gas mileage of a V8, and has all the power of a 4-cylinder.

On the other hand, I’m actually proud to be have something to offer — we finally have a house big enough that we can clear out a 10×12 (or so) room without really cramping our lifestyle (if we actually have a lifestyle…I suspect we don’t.) and we have a car that is in decent shape that has done nothing but sit for a year — heck, my BIL driving it is actually HELPING us out…the car needed to be driven to kind of keep it in working order. It’s not going to send us to the poorhouse to have another person living here, not by a long shot, and that’s a decent feeling.

(subject change…) Home improvement season has started. Some people call it spring, I think. We’re starting to work on the house to start making it what we want. We put in new solar lights by the sidewalk, and we’re testing out different samples of paint on the walls. I stained the porch, deck and the kids’ swingset, and they all look much better. We’re starting to water the yard, and the grass we planted last fall is sprouting nicely this spring.

Oh, and I got Guitar Hero III for about 1/2 what it costs in the store, so I’ve been playing the $!t out of that for the past coupla days. It’s not a real guitar, but it’s fun.

Later.

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MySpace, March 24 – April 8, 2008

27 05 2008

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Poisoned
Current mood:
infuriated

We just got back from vacation.Correction: We just got back from the bar-none worst vacation I’ve ever had to endure.

We rented a minivan and got a great deal on a time-share condo for a week in Williamsburg, VA. Prescription for success, I know. We set out on Saturday evening, planning to drive through the night while the kids slept, buoyed by road-food snacks and Red Bull.

How wrong we were.

After twelve hours on the road, I passed out while driving somewhere in West Virginia. I had enough warning beforehand that I was able to stop the van and not kill my entire family. My wife thought I was dead. My kids were screaming my name. I didn’t know any of this. My wife woke me up, we pulled the van off the road, and I got out and vomited in the ditch. That afternoon we checked me into the ER in Winchester, VA. They thought I’d had a heart attack and ran EKG’s, cat scan and a chest x-ray. Not to mention the dual IV’s filling me with fluids and a heparin drip. And they stuck a nitroglycerin patch on my chest. They really thought I was going to heart-attack on them.

Then they admitted me for the night, and kept me awake by sticking needles in me every two hours…and they starved me until they could run an EEG on a tilt-table…which made me pass out again, go figure. After finding nothing beyond exhaustion, dehydration, etc…my wife bitched loudly enough that they let me go, and we made it to Williamsburg a day late.

Well, let’s skip Tuesday and Wednesday — I spent Tues. in bed and saw the ocean on Wed…amongst choking down every bite of food that I ate, and battling waves of nausea and diarrhea.

Thursday we set out to see some plantations…and my wife almost passed out while driving, just like I did. And we realized that the van we had rented — a brand new Grand Caravan — was piping carbon monoxide and gasoline fumes in through the vents, and poisoning us. Poisoning me. Poisoning my wife. Poisoning my seven-year-old boy. Poisoning my five-year-old girl. Poisoning my 17-month-old twins. Poisoning us.

We made Budget bring us a replacement, out in the middle of nowhere of Virginia, and we finally had a clue what was making us all feel terrible. Not the flu, not just wussyness. We were poisoned.

And then Friday and Saturday we drove home…our vacation thoroughly ruined. I saw the doctor on Monday, and she confirmed that all of the symptoms I’m still suffering from can all be chalked up to carbon monoxide poisoning. It may take another couple of weeks to truly get this crud out of my bloodstream. I (and any of us) may show side effects up to 40 days after our exposure. My kids may have permanent developmental damage. We have to wait and see. At the very least, we got a free van from Budget — we did NOT pay for our poison van.

And so we wait and see. We wait and see when we stop feeling nasty and nauseous and dizzy and numb. We wait to see if any long-term effects show up. We wait and see if we can get over our first real vacation in five years being so totally raped by this. We wait to see if we need to hire a lawyer and go for the balls.

I have nothing good or especially funny to say about all of this. Deal with it. We have to.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

I’m Bitching About Drivers Again

I had to take a road trip for work today — not like interstate long, just 30 miles to Frankfort and back. Man, am I the only one whose head isn’t up their ass?Here’s a great refresher lesson for drivers: If there are cars coming, wait.

Again: If There Are Cars Coming, Wait.

One more time: If There Are Cars Coming,

Wait.It’s like I’m not even there, sometimes — like there’s a gap in the visible light spectrum the size and shape of whatever vehicle I’m in. Here are some scenarios for all of you who need them:If you’re waiting to pull out onto a busy road, and there are cars coming…DON’T pull out. I know it’s a departure for you, but try it. If you’ve already waited for three cars, maybe DON’T pull out in front of the fourth car. If you’ve already waited for a full minute…DON’T pull out in front of whomever’s next. If someone asks you how many cars you wait for before pulling out, any answer except for “all of them” is WRONG! It doesn’t fricking matter how many cars you wait for — if there are more cars coming, you keep your ass off the road!

If there is a school bus or garbage truck on the shoulder, and you want to drive around them…but there are cars coming, WAIT! Let’s actually NOT pull into the oncoming lane when there are oncoming cars in it that are…well….oncoming. It’s not your lane, it’s theirs…keep the fu(dge) out of it!

If you’re waiting to turn left across traffic…and there seem to be large metallic objects approaching…WAIT! If you think “I’ve waited long enough,” and turn in front of them, you may be having a nice T-Bone for dinner tonight. Don’t be stupid, even if it’s a challenge.

And here’s another: If you pull up to a road you want to turn onto, and there are two cars coming, but miles of empty road behind them…just wait for those two cars, and THEN pull out, okay? You won’t be getting anywhere any faster by jumping out in front of them like an asshole…and who knows, they might have been going much faster than you like to go, and you’ll succeed in pissing off people who are behind you where you can’t see them pull a bazooka out of their back seat.

Oh, and motorcycles count as cars. Yes, they do, actually. No, I’m serious, they do. Whatever, jerk, STFU and wait for them, too.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

Day-to-day Poop

I’m just finishing the day after Easter. Or as my wife seems to like calling it: Thanksgiving. I am so beat, I actually left work at 1pm, came home, and took a 2-hour nap. Saturday night, we had to be easter bunnies — that’s what mom’s and dad’s do, and there shouldn’t be any kids reading this and getting their universe rocked with this revelation.Where was I? Oh yeah, we stayed up late Saturday to get easter baskets together. This after spending the day cleaning our house to host 15 people for Sunday dinner. So I partook of my first “energy drink” ever. You know, the ones with “Taurine” and “Guarana” and “Guacolocospirulene-L17″ and so on. As it turns out, the darn things work. I drank the thing between say 4pm and 6pm Saturday. I didn’t have my first yawn until 3:30a.m. Good lord in Hoboken, it was like drinking a Sweet-Tart.

So today, I got up at my usual 5:30a.m….after getting a not-usual three hours of sleep. I was dragging ass. I bought another one of those drinks at work and downed it, but this one had some different brew of ingredients, and it made me all hyper-twitchy-stumbly, then it ran out and I realized I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window, completely lights-on-nobody-home. I left.

But Sunday was nice. We hosted the Famn Damily — 17 people in our 1500 sq. ft. house (my wife insists 1400, bleah) including our children. We had two kinds of ham; mashed taters and gravy; green bean casserole; home-made mac’n cheese; taco dip and chips; meatballs; rolls; orange jello-whip stuff; 5-layer salad, deviled eggs and two kinds of pie. Uurp. After dinner, we had three kids whipping beach balls at each other in the living room, with the twins toddling back and forth through it and remaining unscathed like that scene in “The Untouchables” where the baby carriage bumps down the stairs through the middle of the gunfight.

All in all it was a good Easter. The kids liked their baskets. Dinner was low stress despite all the people. Then I stayed up until 2:30 a.m. getting the house into something resembling normalcy and getting a start on all the dirty pots and serving bowls. And that leads into the three hours of sleep before going to work today. Aack.

It was four degrees this morning. Stupid me, I tried to stick the new license plate tags on the car. That didn’t work. Luckily they stuck this afternoon when I tried. And what’s with having to scrape off my car windows after Easter, anyway? That’s not right. I don’t care if Easter is in mid-March…it’s supposed to knock off this winter shit now.

Tae kwon do tonight again. Now that the tournament is done (I didn’t go) there’s less emphasis on sparring and more concentration on our requirements for our next belt test. I have my form pretty well learned — Tae guek II. Chim-bee position; left low block, step forward, punch; right low block, step forward, punch. Forward inside block, forward inside block; left low block, forward kick, step forward, high punch; right low block, forward kick, step forward, high punch; forward high block, step forward, high block; spin counterclockwise and right high block; spin clockwise and left high block; low block to the rear, forward kick, punch; kick, punch; kick, punch with ki-yi, face forward; chim-bee position.

Like, I know, right?

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MySpace, March 15 – 27, 2008

27 05 2008

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Favorite Movie Quotes
Current mood:
pleased

Okay, so that last blog was pretty grim and dismal. And preachy, and self-pitying. And…nevermind, point made.

So today: favorite movie quotes! At random, for no reason, just individual lines that I like for some reason or another. Maybe they’re applicable in real life. Maybe they were just delivered particularly well in the movie.

“Tina, ya fat lard…com’n get some HAM!!” — Napoleon Dynamite
“I feel terrible.” –

Empire Strikes Back
“Money can’t buy love…but it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes.” — Gone With The Wind
“No, we’ve come too far.” — Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
“What’s the soup du jour?” “It’s the soup of the day.” “Mm, that sounds good…I’ll have that.” — Dumb and Dumber
“Wanna hear a joke? Knock knock…” — Catch Me If You Can
“We thought you was a toad.” “Nope, I never was no toad.” “See, now that was OUR mistake.” — O Brother Where Art Thou?
“I want my two dollars!!” — Better Off Dead
“Whattaya got on the spacecraft that’s GOOD?” — Apollo 13
“It’s not that I’m lazy…it’s that I just don’t care.” — Office Space
“On the whole, the universe tends to unfold as it should.” — Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
“It’s your dog. It’s your dog, get it? It’s your dog.” — Road Trip
“I didn’t kill my wife!” “I don’t care!!” — The Fugitive
“Be careful what you shoot at, Mr. Ryan…most things in here don’t react well to bullets.” — Hunt For Red October
“There is no try. Do, or do not.” — Empire Strikes Back
“Baby…the other, OTHER white meat.” — Austin Powers II
“AsphinctersaysWHAT?” “What?” — Wayne’s World
“Try not to sing songs that remind them they’re in prison.” “Did you think they forgot?” — Walk The Line
“So it’s basically a smash’n grab.” “Well, it’s a little more complicated than that.” “Well, yeah.” — Ocean’s Eleven

I’m really reaching now…so I’ll cut it off. I have to start cleaning the house for Easter, anyway.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Talisman; Volvo
Current mood:
contemplative

I drive a Volvo. Or should I stand up and say, “Hi, I’m Nick, and I drive a Volvo,” and everyone else in the room can say “Hi, Nick.” Well anyway, I do. This is a picture from back when it was new:

It looks pretty much the same now, nine years later. The hubcaps are off it for the winter, because ice builds up in ’em and makes the car shake like a broken Maytag, but that’s about it. We ordered it from the factory new in 1999, and we’ve put 167,000 miles on it since then. It wasn’t an expensive car, either — A loaded Ford Taurus was more expensive. Hell, there were Subaru’s more expensive.

Yeah, so I’m bragging about my car. Woo-hoo, right? Well, this Volvo is more than just a car. It’s a really large, shiny talisman. It’s one of the last things that remain of my mother. I lost my mom to cancer in 1997. We auctioned off most of mom’s stuff and sold my childhood home. For a couple of 20-somethings we got a lot of money. Debt was paid off, fun was had, family members showed their true colors, hijinks ensued, and in 1999 we used essentially the last of (we’ll call it) my inheritance to buy a Volvo.

So this car is more than a car to me…it’s a reminder of my mother, and that’s big…even if it is more than a bit Oedipal. We’ve had the thing so long now, that our Volvo has become almost a family member in its own right, too. It’s carried my wife and I from Virginia to South Dakota, from Minnesota to Kentucky. All four of our children rode home from the hospital in the Volvo. It’s carried Christmas presents, rolls of carpet, 8-foot ladders and a week’s worth of luggage. It’s been through a ditching, vandals, countles blizzards and a full-on Indiana tornado. It’s on its fourth set of tires and its third set of brakes. 167,000 miles — that’s two-thirds of the way to the MOON, fer cryin’ out loud.

I have another talisman of my mother, actually, that I carry with me wherever I go. When we visited my mother over Christmas 1996, she took us out for Chinese food. We had fun, we talked, we laughed, she told us how her treatments were going good; everything seemed great.

Three weeks later she was dead.

When I was going through her stuff shortly after she passed, I found the credit-card receipt for that Chinese meal — the last time I saw her alive — and it went into my wallet, where it has remained and will remain, even after all of the cheap carbon-copy ink has worn off the thin yellow paper.

Talismans (Talismen?) don’t have to be reminders of doom and gloom, though. I keep a talisman to remind me of my wife, too — her high-school class ring. I wear it on a cord around my neck, always. She gave it to me back in 1994 when we started seeing each other, and I’ve worn it since. It almost means more to me than my wedding band…I’ve forgotten to put on my wedding band in the morning before, but I’ve never forgotten to hang that little silver ring with the pink stone around my neck. I’ll probably still be wearing it when I’m old and wizened, and people will wonder what kind of pathetic high-school girl is dating the old pervert.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

I Never Forget St. Patty’s Day
Current mood:
ecstatic

I never forget St. Patrick’s Day. It falls on the day after my birthday (yes, every year) so I kind of have a recurring reminder of it. So yes, my birthday was yesterday. I turned 38. I’ll spell that out: thirty-eight. I don’t feel thirty-eight. I’m pretty sure I don’t think like I’m thirty-eight. I kind of feel like I just graduated for college, except for that 13-year gap that I can’t account for. Heck, I feel more like I just graduated from high school…not like my 20-year reunion is coming up this year.

So it’s kind of a shock to me to be thirty-eight. That’s an age that makes birthdays feel like “yup, another notch on the ol’ gunstock…one less year before I die.” Gruesome. Macabre. Depressing. Somber. Dark. Dank. But yet…this year not so much. I dunno…I kind of look at that number beside the label, “Age:” and this year I’m sorta shrugging and saying, “Yeah, maybe so, but I don’t FEEL that old.”

Funny thing happened after tae kwon do tonight. Sensei made us run around the gym for five full minutes, and do pushups and crunches and jumping jacks…in addition to all of the actual tae kwon do practice. It’s three hours ago, and I can barely lift my arms. Anyway, on the way out to the car, another parent who’s in the class with me (and if she’s reading this, yes, I’m talking about you!) delivered the statement, “Bleah, I’m too old for this.” Well, I know she just turned thirty, so I returned with “I don’t wanna hear it…I just turned thirty-eight yesterday.”

She stopped. Her mouth hung open. (in a pretty way. Really.) She stared at me. “You’re kidding me.”
“No.”
“Really.”
“Yup.”
“I only said that because I was sure you’re five years younger than I am.”
“Wow, thanks…um, nope, sorry, I’m thirty-eight.”
“No way.” and etc. for a bit longer.

So I’m feeling pretty good about myself tonight. I don’t think I look like a 25-year-old by any stretch of the imagination, what with the paunch and the hair in my ears, and the kids that orbit around me…but an even thirty wouldn’t be out the question. And any night that a pretty younger woman thinks I’m in my twenties is a good night in my book. Like, woo-hoo and stuff. And while I spend the next three days in pain from tonight’s class, I can console myself with this, too!

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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Beware The Ides Of March

That’s all, just beware the Ides of March.

Currently listening :
Hang Me Up to Dry
By Cold War Kids
Release date: 16 July, 2007

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MySpace, March 4 – 11, 2008

27 05 2008

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Phoney Baloney

Okay, so I’ve had a cell phone for a week now. This is not earth-shattering news (“Where was the kaboom? There should have been an earth-shattering kaboom.” 10 pt. if you can guess the reference there) to most people, but this is the first cell phone I’ve had that was mine, and the first phone that we as a couple have had since, oh, I’d guess 1998 or so. At that time we got a 15-minutes-for-$15 plan, and threw a phone in the glovebox of the car. When it started costing us $50 per month if we made a call, we canned it. It served its purpose when my wife was commuting from Lafayette, Indiana to Indianapolis, Indiana, which if you don’t know Indiana geography, is a 50-mile drive each way.

Anyway, last week we entered the 21st century and got a pair of phones on Sprint’s cheapest family plan. I like the phone, it’s a cheap knockoff of a Razr — which I guess is a good phone or something — and it has a camera and some web things to play with. My wife’s is pink. I have exactly one contact in my phone, and it’s my wife. Wait, I take that back, I have my dad in there, too. That’s two contacts. I’m not giving my number out to everybody — hell, I’m not giving my number out to anybody at this point. I’m paying like $50/month to have an inert phone in my pocket, basically.

But having one of these things has made me look even closer at the nasty, rude, boneheaded and dangerous things people do while on their phone. Driving is a big one. I seem to be behind more and more people who shake their car around like a rag-doll and play chicken with oncoming traffic…and when I can get beside them, they have that phone crammed up agains their ear. I just want to get a cellphone jammer (illegal in the U.S., but selling like hotcakes out the back of Manhattan electronics stores) except I want my jammer to broadcast the message: “Hang up your phone and drive your fucking car!”

Hellsticks, cell phones today are like cigarettes were when I was a kid. When people exit a building, they have the phone in their hand before they’re even out the door, and it’s flicked open and dialed after two steps. There are so far unproven theories that cell phones can cause brain cancer, and are equivalent to a couple of drinks, when it comes to driving ability. Ladies’ purses used to have a cigarette pocket on them, now they have a cellphone pocket. There are movements to ban driving and talking on a cell phone.

Honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is. They’re phones. I have no desire to always be talking to someone, and I refuse to let myself be tethered to a ringing phone when I’m not at work. Really, I don’t get much from hanging on a phone talking to anyone. It’s a phone…call me if you need me to bring home milk and snow tires. I’ll call you if my leg’s broken or my car’s stuck.

Bah. ’nuff said.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Now We Can Vote!
Current mood:
apathetic

So…tomorrow we will have owned our house for one week. We are homeowners — Landowners, even, so now we can vote. I should be excited about it. I’m not. This isn’t the first time we’ve owned a home, and this isn’t even LIKE the first time we owned a home, but that time went so horribly wrong that it’s kind of taken the fun out of it. It’s sort of like, not special to me anymore…home-ownership is supposed to be a big deal, but based on our first experience, it’s just a money-suck. I suppose it helps that we bought the house we already live in, so there’s no big move associated with closing on our house….we really just send our rent somewhere else. And if the furnace breaks WE have to pay for it. Hooray.

It’s not that this house is BAD or anything. It’s been rented for the past four years, so it’s kind of dingy, but nothing’s really trashed or anything. We have plans to replace ugly carpets, countertops and stuff. We have plans to paint, and install wainscoting, and finish the basement, and plant a garden and stuff. We can MAKE this house really nice, but right now it’s just kind of grungy and brown. Yes, brown. The outside is brown, the carpet is brown, the floors are brown, the counters are brown and the inside paint is the worst, it’s kind of a tan/brown/pink/orange congomeration, depending on the light. Uck.

But once we do that stuff, this house will be great — we have a back deck and a private back yard with woods. We have a garage, and enough room for all of us, and the house is laid out fairly nicely. Our last house was just too small — 832 square feet for a family of (at that time) four is just impossible. We ate each other, and it was bad. On top of that, our last house was built with a near-total lack of quality…we had shingles blow off, we had siding blow off, we had cracks in our foundation and warps in our roof, and we had zero privacy on our lot. And if we still had that house today, we’d have been lucky to sell it for 80% of what we bought it for in today’s plummeting house market.

So what’s my point? Good question. Let’s see…we bought our house. I’m not excited. Home-ownership has been a let-down for us. I think that’s it. Maybe once we get some of our plans in motion I’ll get more excited. Until then….

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

I’m 72% Redneck. Aw, gawd.

Thank you, Margie, for giving me another addictive quiz. So I’m 72% redneck. I’m kind of surprised by that…if you knew me you wouldn’t picture me living on a farm or camping or eating squirrel, I guess. I’m as likely to say “predicament” as “trouble.” But I guess I’m a redneck. H’yuck.

Are You A Redneck

(x) have you ever lived in the country?
(x)shot a gun?
(x) own a gun?
(x) hunted? (3D targets)
(x) driven a truck?
Subtotal= 5

() chewed tobacco?
(x) gone camping?
(x) listened to country?
()owned a country cd?
(x)fished?
(x) worn a cowboy hat?
(x) worn cowboy boots?
Subtotal= 10

(x) ridden a horse?
(x) seen a farm?
(x) worked on a farm?
(x) lived on a farm? veg. farm w/ rabbits, doves, chickens
(x) fed a farm animal?
() worn carhartt?
(x) lived in a small town?
(x) worked on a car?
Subtotal= 17

(x) seen a nascar race?
(x) been to a nascar race?
(x) been to an oval track?
(x) seen a demolition derby?
() been in a demolition derby?
(x) seen a figure 8 race?
(x) talked on a cb radio?
(x) had a cb in your car?
(x) seen smokey and the bandit more than 10 times?
Subtotal= 25

(x) watched the dukes of hazzard episodes?
() owned more than two cars that don’t run?
(x) been to a junkyard
() been a racist
() been in a INTERNATIONAL vs john deere argument?
() gone cow tipping?
(x)made love in a truck on a back road
Subtotal=28

() had to ponder whether your family said tire or tower
() been sprayed with deer pee?
(x) worn camo?
(x) ridden a 4-wheeler?
() owned a cabin?
(x) went swimming in the pond?
Subtotal= 31

() drank white lightening?
(x) had your whole family on the front porch?
() thought that wal-mart was the coolest place ever?
() own a shirt with a rebel flag?
(x) eaten venison (deer meat)?
(x) cooked over a fire?
(x) ever been muddin?
(x) ate squirrel?
Subtotal= 36

Overall= 36

Now multiply your score by 2 and post it as “I’m –% redneck”.

YEEHAWW! If your redneck score is over 50%, you can officially call yourself a redneck

Dont sound surprised!!!!

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

My Wife.

I don’t blog about my wife. Ever. There are consequences for that.

Currently listening :
She Hates Me
By Puddle of Mudd
Release date: 02 September, 2002

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Antidepressants, Redux

Okay, I tried to post a blog last night, and got too far in to start over when I fumble-fingered some hotkey-sequence-of-instant-Firefox-death. I guess ctrl-shift-I (or whatever it was) means “close immediately, the user wants to fuck up what he was doing.” Not that I’m bitter.

So anyway…I read someone’s blog — someone I may not know, someone who may not be on Myspace, and the last line of their blog mentioned antidepressants, and how you can’t find life in them…life is in you. Had nothing to do with most of their blog. But it reminded me of my former life (say, five years ago or so) when I was on the things.

Here’s the deal…we lived in Indiana for five years. Indiana is the polar opposite of me. To get along with my co-workers, I had to not be me. And that screws one up. I also lost my grandmother, grandfather, mother and an unborn baby while I lived there. Indiana was my very own special five years of hell. And then I moved from there to here, and started a high-stress Help Desk job — national turnover rate: 18 months. I lasted: six years.

So I went from everything-except-my-job-is-Hell Indiana, directly to my-job-is-intense-burning-Hell Michigan. And I burned out…I burned out hard, and totally, down to a smoldering, black bit of volcanic slag. And then I spent another two years at that job. You do what you have to if you support a family.

So yeah, at one point along the way, I got set up with antidepressants. When you start taking them, you don’t immediately feel better. You feel drunk. You feel just-past-buzzed for the entire day. For a month. It takes a month for your brain to accept what the pills are doing to it and settle down.

And then after two more months, that breed of pill stopped working for me. Did I mention that I have huge tolerances to pills? When I take cold medicine, it only works the first time around. If I get another box of the same stuff, it doesn’t work. So they switched my meds. And I spent another month drunk. And after that, I had several months in which the pills made me not-depressed.

That’s what they do. They don’t make you happy. They make you not-depressed. They cut out the lows, and they cut out the highs as well, and they leave you with a middle-nothing kind of blah, day in and day out.

And then that prescription started losing its effect, and I was staring down the barrel of another med change, and another month of side effects, and that’s when it happened. I had an epiphany.

It’s silly, actually, and sounds flippant. I realized that my problems were all in my head. Yeah, I know how it sounds, but it’s deeper than that. I was driving home from work, and thinking, and I realized that there is no drug, no therapist, no doctor that is going to know what’s going on in my head as well as I do. If anyone is going to take charge of my upstairs it’s me. My depression and associated stuff…was all in my head. MY head. I was done being a collection of symptoms, and ready to be ME again. I weaned myself off the drugs, and haven’t taken them since.

It scared my boss shitless. She became my new manager while I was deep in the burned-out-depressed-bitter-cynical-drugged-poor-me-I’m-hurting crap…and then I told her “Oh, I went off my meds.” Her eyes bugged out of her head. It was funny, though I understand in retrospect. There I was, one of the problem-children of her department, and that was all she knew of me, and she thought I was going to snap and start killing people with a hacksaw. Oh…good times…

But there it is. I’ve been there, and somehow managed to snap myself out of it. Life is inside you. YOU. Not a bottle of pills. Use them as a tool, as a crutch…as a TEMPORARY crutch. But never let them be your life, because your life will be a middle-nothing blah, and that’s not living. If you don’t want to be depressed anymore…don’t be. It’s as simple as that. It’s as blisteringly hard as that.

Peace out. (delivered like Kip on ‘Napoleon Dynamite’)

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MySpace, Feb. 29 – March 3, 2008

27 05 2008

Monday, March 03, 2008

Washington’s Manners, Pt. III

Here are the last of Washington’s rules of Etiquette.

66th Be not forward but friendly and Courteous; the first to Salute hear and answer & be not Pensive when it’s a time to Converse.

Be friendly and say “hi.” M’kay.

67th Detract not from others neither be excessive in Commanding.

Are you building them up, or breaking them down?

68th Go not thither, where you know not, whether you Shall be Welcome or not. Give not Advice without being Ask’d & when desired do it briefly.

Don’t go where you’re not wanted…and don’t give unwanted advice. Got it.

69th If two contend together take not the part of either unconstrained; and be not obstinate in your own Opinion, in Things indiferent be of the Major Side.

Be impartial when others fight. Good idea. But side with the majority on little things? I dunno, maybe people still do that.

70th Reprehend not the imperfections of others for that belongs to Parents Masters and Superiours.

Parents, Masters and Superiours. Hey! I’m a parent! I can reprehend the imperfections of others! Woo-hoo!

71st Gaze not on the marks or blemishes of Others and ask not how they came. What you may Speak in Secret to your Friend deliver not before others.

Marks or blemishes of others? To me, this points up another glimpse of pre-Revolutionary society. I’m guessing that many people had scars from diseases and poxes, and it was polite to overlook them?

72d Speak not in an unknown Tongue in Company but in your own Language and that as those of Quality do and not as the Vulgar; Sublime matters treat Seriously.

So Ebonics is out?

73d Think before you Speak pronounce not imperfectly nor bring out your Words too hastily but orderly & distinctly.

IM UR BFF. TTFN, ROFLMAO. C’ya.

74th When Another Speaks be attentive your Self and disturb not the Audience if any hesitate in his Words help him not nor Prompt him without desired, Interrupt him not, nor Answer him till his Speech be ended.

75th In the midst of Discourse ask not of what one treateth but if you Perceive any Stop because of your coming you may well intreat him gently to Proceed: If a Person of Quality comes in while your Conversing it’s handsome to Repeat what was said before.

76th While you are talking, Point not with your Finger at him of Whom you Discourse nor Approach too near him to whom you talk especially to his face.

Don’t point. It’s not polite.

77th Treat with men at fit Times about Business & Whisper not in the Company of Others.

Keep shop-talk at work…

78th Make no Comparisons and if any of the Company be Commended for any brave act of Vertue, commend not another for the Same.

79th Be not apt to relate News if you know not the truth thereof. In Discoursing of things you Have heard Name not your Author always A Secret Discover not.

“Always a secret discover not.” I know a LOT of people who need to live by this. Smacks of “don’t gossip,” as a general summation, doesn’t it?

80th Be not Tedious in Discourse or in reading unless you find the Company pleased therewith.

81st Be not Curious to Know the Affairs of Others neither approach those that Speak in Private.

Okay, I seriously have neighbors…or maybe more accurately ‘neighbor’…who needs to be smacked upside the head with this rule in two-by-four format.

82d undertake not what you cannot perform but be carefull to keep your promise.

Do ya want me to lasso ya the moon, Mary?

83d when you deliver a matter do it without passion & with discretion, however mean the person be you do it too.

Mean in this case means “lowly,” I’m pretty sure.

84th When your Superiours talk to any Body hearken not neither Speak nor Laugh.

Again with the “your superiors” bit. And when they talk, don’t listen, speak or laugh?

85th In Company of these of Higher Quality than yourself Speak not til you are ask’d a Question then Stand upright put of your Hat & Answer in few words.

“Those of higher quality than yourself.” I’m like, totally seriously. This concept blows my mind. And to stand up, take off your hat and answer briefly? Is it like: “Sergeant! The Private Wishes to Go Wee-Wee, Sergeant!”

86th In Disputes, be not So Desireous to Overcome as not to give Liberty to each one to deliver his Opinion and Submit to the Judgment of the Major Part especially if they are Judges of the Dispute.

So…let everyone have their say…don’t talk over people? How quaint.

87th Let thy carriage be such as becomes a Man Grave Settled and attentive to that which is spoken. Contradict not at every turn what others Say.

Heck, I have a daughter that needs to “contradict not” just a bit more.

88th Be not tedious in Discourse, make not many Digressigns, nor repeat often the Same manner of Discourse.

“Did I ever tell ya of the time I chased that rooster when I was in DaNang? Or was it Pa-Trang? It was Viet-Nam, anyway….So there I was….”

89th Speak not Evil of the absent for it is unjust.

90th Being Set at meat Scratch not neither Spit Cough or blow your Nose except there’s a Necessity for it.

Don’t spit, cough or blow your nose at the table. Or on the table. Unless you need to. Nice.

91st Make no Shew of taking great Delight in your Victuals, Feed not with Greediness; cut your Bread with a Knife, lean not on the Table neither find fault with what you Eat.

Actually, this is pretty good. Don’t be a hog, don’t be loud with the “Mm-Mm Good!” Don’t lean on the table, and don’t say “Eww, I HATE Lima Beans!”

92d Take no Salt or cut Bread with your Knife Greasy.

Don’t dip yer dirty silverware in the stuff other people wanna eat.

93d Entertaining any one at table it is decent to present him wt. meat, Undertake not to help others undesired by the Master.

The Master?

94th If you Soak bread in the Sauce let it be no more than what you put in your Mouth at a time and blow not your broth at Table but Stay till Cools of it Self.

95th Put not your meat to your Mouth with your Knife in your hand neither Spit forth the Stones of any fruit Pye upon a Dish nor Cast anything under the table.

Oh, so DON’T spit my pits, and DON’T toss stuff under the table. My bad.

96th It’s unbecoming to Stoop much to ones Meat Keep your Fingers clean & when foul wipe them on a Corner of your Table Napkin.

97th Put not another bit into your Mouth til the former be Swallowed let not your Morsels be too big for the Gowls.

98th Drink not nor talk with your mouth full neither Gaze about you while you are a Drinking.

99th Drink not too leisurely nor yet too hastily. Before and after Drinking wipe your Lips breath not then or Ever with too Great a Noise, for its uncivil.

Yes. Uncivil it is.

100th Cleanse not your teeth with the Table Cloth Napkin Fork or Knife but if Others do it let it be done wt. a Pick Tooth.

Gross! People used to clean their teeth with the tablecloth?

101st Rince not your Mouth in the Presence of Others.

Argle-argle-argle-argle…

102d It is out of use to call upon the Company often to Eat nor need you Drink to others every Time you Drink.

103d In Company of your Betters be not longer in eating than they are lay not your Arm but only your hand upon the table.

104th It belongs to the Chiefest in Company to unfold his Napkin and fall to Meat first, But he ought then to Begin in time & to Dispatch with Dexterity that the Slowest may have time allowed him.

105th Be not Angry at Table whatever happens & if you have reason to be so, Shew it not but on a Chearfull Countenance especially if there be Strangers for Good Humour makes one Dish of Meat a Feast.

“Good Humour Makes One Dish of Meat a Feast.” God, I love this line. This is a nugget of 200 year old awesomeness that I have to remember to uncork at our dinner table when the kids are acting up.

106th Set not yourself at the upper of the Table but if it Be your Due or that the Master of the house will have it So, Contend not, least you Should Trouble the Company.

107th If others talk at Table be attentive but talk not with Meat in your Mouth.

108th When you Speak of God or his Atributes, let it be Seriously & wt. Reverence. Honour & Obey your Natural Parents altho they be Poor.

109th Let your Recreations be Manfull not Sinfull.

Awww….not even a little sinful?

110th Labour to keep alive in your Breast that Little Spark of Celestial fire Called Conscience.

Amen.

Finis

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Saturday, March 01, 2008

I Can’t Help It…I Love These MeMe Things…
Current mood:
amused

Hi, my name is: Puddintame…ask me again and I’ll tell you the same.but you can call me: Ray, or you can call me Jay, or you can call me Rayjay.

Never in my life have I: been so ashamed of you kids! Honestly, you just wait until your father gets home!

The one person who can drive me nuts is: out looking for more nuts.

My high school is: a vague, mostly bad memory from twenty years ago.

When I’m nervous: I’m bad, but when I’m not I’m even better.

The last song I listened to was: “Psycho,” by Puddle of Mudd.

If I were to get married right now: I’d be a Mormon. I’d also be a living testament to the profoundly low standards of some poor woman.

My hair is: leaving the places it should be, and growing in places it shouldn’t.

When I was 4: Aids was the word that came after “Kool” and “Band.”

Last Christmas: Santa traveled the world bringing delightful presents to all the good little boys and girls.

I should be: so lucky.

When I look down I see: my knees.

The happiest recent event was: happy….and recent.

If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I would be: The Soup Nazi. Or the Lieutenant Bookman, the library detective.

By this time next year: it’ll be 2009.

My current gripe is: a two-handed overhand gripe. What? No, I thought it said “grip.” Sorry, my bad.

I have a hard time understanding: how most people can survive a full 24 hour period with the near-total lack of brain activity they display.

There’s these girls: And then there are THOSE girls.

If I won an award, the first person I would call: would say that — wait a minute, what kind of an award are we talking about here? If I won “Man of the Year,” it’d be different than if I won the “Skankiest Toilet Ever” award.

I want to buy: low and sell high.

Where do you plan to visit: Soon? Colonial Williamsburg. Later? Everywhere else.

If you spent the night at my house: I would sincerely hope that we had invited you.

The world could do without: Access Hollywood, the E! network, Evangelists, Closed-minded people, Credit Cards, Grits, Toyota, Clamato Juice, Poverty, Cable TV, Fast Food, The Internet, and Carrot Top.

Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: Lunch, at work on Thursday.

Most recent thing someone else bought me: a new belt.

My middle name is: In between my first and last names.

In the morning I: Get up and go to work, like the wage-slave that I am.

Last night I was: incredible. Of course, by “incredible” I mean that I fell asleep in an armchair while watching basic cable.

There’s this guy I know who: makes the best gazpacho. Dang!

If I was an animal I’d be a: Dromedary. Or maybe not.

A better name for me would be: irrelevant.

Tomorrow I am: sure the sun will rise.

Tonight I am: pretty sure it’s dark.

My birthday is: cause for great rejoicing and celebration among the people.

I got this from: Margie

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Friday, February 29, 2008

Washington’s Manners, Pt. II
Current mood:
fascinated

So here I go with more of George Washington’s rules of etiquette…

35th Let your Discourse with Men of Business be Short and Comprehensive.

It’s why men, universally, refuse to spend long days wandering around at the mall. Get in. Get Out. That’s our rule.

36th Artificers & Persons of low Degree ought not to use many ceremonies to Lords, or Others of high Degree but Respect and highly Honour them, and those of high Degree ought to treat them with affibility & Courtesie, without Arrogancy.

Y’mean…the peons should honor the wealthy…and the wealthy shouldn’t belittle the peons?

37th In Speaking to men of Quality do not lean nor Look them full in the Face, nor approach too near them at lest Keep a full Pace from them.

Their vision is based on movement…if you don’t move, they can’t see you…

38th In visiting the Sick, do not Presently play the Physicion if you be not Knowing therein.

39th In writing or Speaking, give to every Person his due Title According to his Degree & the Custom of the Place.

Due Title? “Oh, you’re a HICK, aren’t you?”

40th Strive not with your Superiers in argument, but always Submit your Judgment to others with Modesty.

Okay, this one’s just really alien to today’s culture. It says we should just accept what our “betters” say. This one really just doesn’t fly in today’s society.

41st Undertake not to Teach your equal in the art himself Proffesses; it Savours of arrogancy.

Heh heh heh…

42d Let thy ceremonies in Courtesie be proper to the Dignity of his place with whom thou conversest for it is absurd to act the same with a Clown and a Prince.

43d Do not express Joy before one sick or in pain for that contrary Passion will aggravate his Misery.

44th When a man does all he can though it Succeeds not well blame not him that did it.

On the other hand, this rule has been overdone these days, so that now our kids get trophies for trying, and “everybody’s a winner for doing their best” has flourished.

45th Being to advise or reprehend any one, consider whether it ought to be in publick or in Private; presently, or at Some other time in what terms to do it & in reproving Shew no Sign of Cholar but do it with all Sweetness and Mildness.

Criticize constructively, and with an eye toward the dignity of the person you’re criticizing. Nice.

46th Take all Admonitions thankfully in what Time or Place Soever given but afterwards not being culpable take a Time & Place convenient to let him him know it that gave them.

So don’t make a scene in public, but make sure to stick up for yourself later. Nice.

47th Mock not nor Jest at any thing of Importance break no Jest that are Sharp Biting and if you Deliver any thing witty and Pleasent abstain from Laughing there at yourself.

Wow. Okay, um…Don’t make fun of anything of Importance? I pretty much slaughter this rule every day of my life. How are our authorities going to stay grounded in reality of we don’t mock their self-importance regularly?

48th Wherein wherein you reprove Another be unblameable yourself; for example is more prevalent than Precepts.

When you point a finger at someone else….three fingers point back at yourself. Or… Let he who is without blame cast the first stone.

49th Use no Reproachfull Language against any one neither Curse nor Revile.

50th Be not hasty to beleive flying Reports to the Disparagement of any.

It IS interesting to hear some of the gossip that flies around the neighborhood. Sometimes it leaves me wondering “now just where the heck would she have heard THAT one?”

51st Wear not your Cloths, foul, unript or Dusty but See they be Brush’d once every day at least and take heed that you approach not to any Uncleaness.

Here’s one of those clues to the norms of society back then. “Brush” your clothes once per day? What about “wash?” Wow, how bad did people smell back then?

52d In your Apparel be Modest and endeavour to accomodate Nature, rather than to procure Admiration keep to the Fashion of your equals Such as are Civil and orderly with respect to Times and Places.

So dress nicely, but don’t go for the bling, or dress like a pimp, or sport yer FUBU and Adidas, yo.

53d Run not in the Streets, neither go too slowly nor with Mouth open go not Shaking yr Arms kick not the earth with yr feet, go not upon the Toes, nor in a Dancing fashion.

I’m just trying to picture someone walking down the street…wait, DANCING down the street, mouth open, arms shaking, feet kicking dirt.

54th Play not the Peacock, looking every where about you, to See if you be well Deck’t, if your Shoes fit well if your Stokings sit neatly, and Cloths handsomely.

55th Eat not in the Streets, nor in the House, out of Season.

Good. I do think that a “House” was the word for “Restaurant” back then.

56th Associate yourself with Men of good Quality if you Esteem your own Reputation; for ’tis better to be alone than in bad Company.

I really like this one. This rule rings true today, even if it is followed by almost nobody.

57th In walking up and Down in a House, only with One in Company if he be Greater than yourself, at the first give him the Right hand and Stop not till he does and be not the first that turns, and when you do turn let it be with your face towards him, if he be a Man of Great Quality, walk not with him Cheek by Joul but Somewhat behind him; but yet in Such a Manner that he may easily Speak to you.

??? I have almost no idea what he’s talking about.

58th Let your Conversation be without Malice or Envy, for ’tis a Sign of a Tractable and Commendable Nature: And in all Causes of Passion admit Reason to Govern.

59th Never express anything unbecoming, nor Act agst the Rules Moral before your inferiours.

60th Be not immodest in urging your Freinds to Discover a Secret.

61st Utter not base and frivilous things amongst grave and Learn’d Men nor very Difficult Questians or Subjects, among the Ignorant or things hard to be believed, Stuff not your Discourse with Sentences amongst your Betters nor Equals.

62d Speak not of doleful Things in a Time of Mirth or at the Table; Speak not of Melancholy Things as Death and Wounds, and if others Mention them Change if you can the Discourse tell not your Dreams, but to your intimate Friend.

63d A Man ought not to value himself of his Atchievements, or rare Qualities of wit; much less of his riches Virtue or Kindred.

Interesting. Seems to be pushing modesty.

64th Break not a Jest where none take pleasure in mirth Laugh not aloud, nor at all without Occasion, deride no mans Misfortune, tho’ there Seem to be Some cause.

Do not laugh where nobody has a sense of humor. Make fun of nobody for being down on their luck.

65th Speak not injurious Words neither in Jest nor Earnest Scoff at none although they give Occasion.

That’s hard for me, too. I probably do this too much.

Okay, that’s enough of this for me for one night.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Washington’s Manners. Pt. I

So here’s the deal. I was on the Colonial Williamsburg website and found a list of 104 rules of etiquette, as written by George Washington when he was fifteen years old. I find them interesting in several ways. First, they show some manners that modern society has sadly lost. Second, they show the way people in the 18th century wrote. Third, some of them give clues into things that we find bizarre/disgusting/quaint but were obviously common back then. So here they are…and I couldn’t possibly keep myself from commenting.

1st Every Action done in Company, ought to be with Some Sign of Respect, to those that are Present.

Read back a blog or two from me, and see if we still do that. Ever.

2d When in Company, put not your Hands to any Part of the Body, not usualy Discovered.

“He handles the ball more than Wilt Chamberlain!!” Yeah, this’d be nice, wouldn’t it?

3d Shew Nothing to your Freind that may affright him.

4th In the Presence of Others Sing not to yourself with a humming Noise, nor Drum with your Fingers or Feet.

5th If You Cough, Sneeze, Sigh, or Yawn, do it not Loud but Privately; and Speak not in your Yawning, but put Your handkercheif or Hand before your face and turn aside.

6th Sleep not when others Speak, Sit not when others stand, Speak not when you Should hold your Peace, walk not on when others Stop.

7th Put not off your Cloths in the presence of Others, nor go out your Chamber half Drest.

Now, I’m all for this rule being broken by certain people…Coming to mind are, I dunno…Carmen Electra, my cousin-in-law’s girlfriend, you know. I do sort of miss the days when men wore suits and hats outside…not jogging shorts and tanktops.

8th At Play and at Fire its Good manners to Give Place to the last Commer, and affect not to Speak Louder than Ordinary.

Oh good lord…give people room to sit, and don’t talk over others? Heresy I say!!

9th Spit not in the Fire, nor Stoop low before it neither Put your Hands into the Flames to warm them, nor Set your Feet upon the Fire especially if there be meat before it.

10th When you Sit down, Keep your Feet firm and Even, without putting one on the other or Crossing them.

11th Shift not yourself in the Sight of others nor Gnaw your nails.

12th Shake not the head, Feet, or Legs rowl not the Eys lift not one eyebrow higher than the other wry not the mouth, and bedew no mans face with your Spittle, by approaching too near him when you Speak.

Yeah, I’m all for not spitting when we talk…this one has been shortened to “say it, don’t spray it,” in our typically vulgar Western vernacular.

13th Kill no Vermin as Fleas, lice ticks &c in the Sight of Others, if you See any filth or thick Spittle put your foot Dexteriously upon it if it be upon the Cloths of your Companions, Put it off privately, and if it be upon your own Cloths return Thanks to him who puts it off.

Okay, this one raises my eyebrow as it gives us a glimpse back to pre-Revolutionary times…were fleas and lice so common as to be found on the most respectable people? Wow.

14th Turn not your Back to others especially in Speaking, Jog not the Table or Desk on which Another reads or writes, lean not upon any one.

15th Keep your Nails clean and Short, also your Hands and Teeth Clean yet without Shewing any great Concern for them.

16th Do not Puff up the Cheeks, Loll not out the tongue rub the Hands, or beard, thrust out the lips, or bite them or keep the Lips too open or too Close.

Loll out the tongue? Bleahhhhh…

17th Be no Flatterer, neither Play with any that delights not to be Play’d Withal.

18th Read no Letters, Books, or Papers in Company but when there is a Necessity for the doing of it you must ask leave: come not near the Books or Writings of Another so as to read them unless desired or give your opinion of them unask’d also look not nigh when another is writing a Letter.

Yes! Put the crap down! Don’t watch me when I write! So true then, so true now!!

19th let your Countenance be pleasant but in Serious Matters Somewhat grave.

20th The Gestures of the Body must be Suited to the discourse you are upon.

Of course, they failed to take into consideration the numerous situations in traffic when Gestures of the Body are called for…

21st: Reproach none for the Infirmaties of Nature, nor Delight to Put them that have in mind thereof.

Yeah. Take that, Americans With Disabilities Act. What? You mean don’t stare at wheelchairs and prosthetics and actually treat cripples like real people? Wow!

22d Shew not yourself glad at the Misfortune of another though he were your enemy.

Something else we would do well to return to.

23d When you see a Crime punished, you may be inwardly Pleased; but always shew Pity to the Suffering Offender.

I love this one. “you may be inwardly pleased.” It kills me. Of course, the method of punishment back then was probably the stocks or pillory in the town square.

24th Do not laugh too loud or too much at any Publick Spectacle.

Again, “Publick Spectacle” probably means the pillory in the town square, where people can huck rotten tomatoes at thieves.

25th Superfluous Complements and all Affectation of Ceremonie are to be avoided, yet where due they are not to be Neglected.

So saying “Oh, your hair looks GOOD” is bad…unless the hair actually looks good, then say something like…”Oh, your hair looks GOOD!” Yes? No?

26th In Pulling off your Hat to Persons of Distinction, as Noblemen, Justices, Churchmen &c make a Reverence, bowing more or less according to the Custom of the Better Bred, and Quality of the Person. Amongst your equals expect not always that they Should begin with you first, but to Pull off the Hat when there is no need is Affectation, in the Manner of Saluting and resaluting in words keep to the most usual Custom.

This is where the concept of class, status and aristocracy shows up in Washington’s rules. It’s a totally lost concept in America anymore.

27th Tis ill manners to bid one more eminent than yourself be covered as well as not to do it to whom it’s due Likewise he that makes too much haste to Put on his hat does not well, yet he ought to Put it on at the first, or at most the Second time of being ask’d; now what is herein Spoken, of Qualification in behaviour in Saluting, ought also to be observed in taking of Place, and Sitting down for ceremonies without Bounds is troublesome.

Again, the concept of “one more eminent than yourself”

28th If any one come to Speak to you while you are are Sitting Stand up tho he be your Inferiour, and when you Present Seats let it be to every one according to his Degree.

So don’t rock back in your office chair and fold your arms?

29th When you meet with one of Greater Quality than yourself, Stop, and retire especially if it be at a Door or any Straight place to give way for him to Pass.

This one kills me, too. The whole concept of “one of Greater Quality than yourself” is just to totally alien today. In fact, how many times have you smelled chicken soup, turned around to find a filthy guy wearing an Arctic Cat coat who glares at you and belches out “Whut you lookin’ at? Yew ain’t no better’n me!” We have maybe overdone the equality thing in this country.

30th In walking the highest Place in most Countrys Seems to be on the right hand therefore Place yourself on the left of him whom you desire to Honour: but if three walk together the middest Place is the most Honourable the wall is usually given to the most worthy if two walk together.

There’s just nothing comparable to this today. Maybe in World of Warcraft??

31st If any one far Surpassess others, either in age, Estate, or Merit yet would give Place to a meaner than himself in his own lodging or elsewhere the one ought not to except it, So he on the other part should not use much earnestness nor offer it above once or twice.

It’s the whole “yeah, I offered but I was only being polite” thing that we’re all told NOT to do by our mothers. “Do you need a place to stay?” “No thanks.” “You sure?” “I’m sure.” …aaaand done. But moreover, the concept of refusing an offer because you’re not worthy? Again Wow.

32d: To one that is your equal, or not much inferior you are to give the cheif Place in your Lodging and he to who ’tis offered ought at the first to refuse it but at the Second to accept though not without acknowledging his own unworthiness.

And we see that again…but this time it’s the “no, I really can’t…..awww okay then, but you really shouldn’t have.” How circuitous, really.

33d They that are in Dignity or in office have in all places Preceedency but whilst they are Young they ought to respect those that are their equals in Birth or other Qualitys, though they have no Publick charge.

So, respect your elders…even if your daddy is the governor?

34th It is good Manners to prefer them to whom we Speak before ourselves especially if they be above us with whom in no Sort we ought to begin.

We still try to teach our children to refer to others first.


I’ll try to post more of these later. As for now, I have to go be a father.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

Aww, Crap!
Current mood:
drunk

Well, I was going to post this long 178 question survey full of soul-searching questions like “Coke or Pepsi,” and “Black or White” and “Have you ever loved something?” But in the fickle way computers are, I hosed it up after spending a half hour on it and off it vanished into the ether.

Aww, Crap!

Well, we’re buying the house that we’re currently renting. We’ve been jumping at the whim of the mortgage underwriter (whom I suspect is really a monkey) for the last month, but we’re finally going to close next week. What I find amazing is the change in attitude of our landlord toward us, once she found out she’s going to be getting a check for $100,000+ from us. She’s been so friendly that I want to puke. It’s transparent, it really is. She has “avarice” written on her forehead.

So next weekend we’ll own this dump. It’s been trashed by four years of renters — I guess trashed is a bit strong, really. It has the collective dinge of four years of renters. Every wall has dinge. And the whole place is brown. Brown counters, brown floors, and carpets, and walls — the walls are especially hideous, the paint is a nasty brown, orange, tan, pink mess, depending on how the light hits it.

All that’s going to change. We have plans to make this into our French Country / Cottage style retreat from the world. There’s white wainscoting in the works, as well as a sunny yellow entryway, earthy green living room, chair rail, hardwood floors, and cream-colored carpet. Eventually, anyway, this place will be nice.

And on that note, I need to get more ‘Tis Red wine in my glass, my buzz is wearing off.

Currently listening :
Bleed It Out
By Linkin Park
Release date: 10 September, 2007

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