caughtintheXfire
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
 
Want my archives back damn it
Friday, September 12, 2003
 
My blogroll is moved...
And, now I will be, too. All that's left is to try to get the archives over there. In the meantime: it's http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu (That's typed-not a link-sorry. (We all know by now I suck at linking, right?)
 
Jesus Christmas.....
Johnny Cash is gone too. Guess he couldn't stand being without June anymore. Today is a good day to HIDE if your name is John, it seems. Criminy.
 
WTF?!!?
John Ritter is dead. I'll be damned. (Hell, I probably already am.)
 
Hi everybody!
I don't have the blogroll or site meter at the new place yet, but I am posting over there. If I could get this stupid linking to work, I'd gladly post a link, but... Y'all can change your links anyway, if ya want to. Everything about the address is the same except the end. No more.blogspot.com. It's now .mu.nu (I didn't include the 'period' there to keep it clear...okay?) I read somewhere that Blogsnot has incorporated BloggerPro into the free version. Wonderful. I'm still outta here. It just occured to me...Do ya think I oughta keep 'em both? Use the new place for regular posting and keep this one for other (i.e.: dumb, angry or whatever) stuff? I don't know. Some people do have more than one blog. Why is that?
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
 
Naturally...
BLOGSPLAT LINKING SUCKS THE WEENIE!!!!
 
Yes, I've moved...but
I'll be coming back here for the blogroll until it gets moved. Sure as hell wouldn't waste a trip for the plethora of comments.... My hand to God, I've gotten more comments in ONE DAY at mu.nu than I have here total. Know what? I'm going to try something here.... There is supposed to be a link to the new site. Bet it doesn't show up. (They never have before, but, now that I think about it, it just might show up, since I'm moving, now...just to mind-frick me.) Here goes nuttin'...
 
Alright, come on now...
I've got two searches for John Heil, ex-Mayor of Alloway and not one comment? Who are you? Do I know you? Do you live in Alloway? C'mon...don't make me start whining....I miss Alloway and most of the people in it.... Even if ya don't wanna say who you are, at least let me know what the fascination is with Mr. Heil. He was/is(?) such a nice man... Talk to me...please...(damn it). lmao.....
 
I am outta heah....
New address is http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu I just typed this in. Y'all know how bad Blogsplat and I get along when it comes to links... Maybe when I've been awake for a while, I'll figure it out. In the meantime....I'll be around somewhere. (Probably accidentally messing something up.)
 
Now..ya smartass...
Hah, ya stupid template! I got my archives back...sort of. They are safely stored in my favorites. I went into the site meter, clicked on that Buford Pusser search and it took me back to when I had my archives, so I took the opportunity to favorite both months. Ya lil booger. And.... I'm moving to mu.nu. I'm not sure exactly when, but 'ever' suits me fine. I'll definitely put the link here (or new address-whatever...y'all know me and linking) when I do move. In the meantime, I'll keep chuuging away here. After I get up. After I go to bed-real soon. I've got Eric up and on his merry way. Now, if I can just peel myself away from here, my poor, sand-filled, crossed eyes would sure appreciate it. So would my mushy, pin-prick hemorrhaging brain. And, my stiffern-a-guy-on-Viagra back. So, I guess I'll give in...for a while. See ya's later...
 
LMAO
I had to go back and fix a coupla words in that last post. The one that's got me lmao, is that I typed "Shook me all night log" instead of 'long'. Sorta the same thing, sorta not, huh? Sounds like something a Beatle would say....shook me all night log...God. More to the point, it sounds like a Beatle (probably Ringo) describing what he does after he pees. I'm outta here....
 
Five questions...one more time
Actually, Geoff gave us nine questions. The extras were in case we didn't feel comfortable answering the first five. I've decided to give 'em all a shot. Two or three of 'em won't be easy to answer, but, what the hell. I'll give it my best shot. 1. Should marriage between same sex couples be federally recognized? Why or why not? I really don't see why not. If any two people can find love and committment in this f'ed up world, who is the government to stand in their way? God knows that couples comprised of a man and a woman can be a horrid combination and that they can and do perpetrate their dysfunction upon children and the rest of society. We all already pay for that. Yet, they get all the help and all the 'federal recognition'. Give same sex couples a break. They need help taking care of each other, too. And, I'll bet ya a disproportionate number of them are better people and couples than heterosexuals. Hell, they can't be much worse. Fucking with people based on who they sleep with is utterly stupid. Our asinine government should use all that wasted energy they spend on screwing with same sex couples on say...terrorists, for example. Or homeless people. Or improperly schooled children. Whatever. There are a lot better things our government could be doing than worrying about who sleeps with whom. 2. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you spend it doing? Well, this one's easy. I've always said that if I were a guy I spend days on end playing with my winkie. I'd be peeing on everything that couldn't run away. And, trying for a few things that could. Man, it is so not fair. Guys get to pee whenever and wherever they want. We women have to trek about 40 miles, usually, to find a bathroom that the bitch ahead of us peed on the seat in and that has no toilet paper. If I could be one specific guy, I'd be Eric so I could see what he sees in me. Besides, after I'd figured that out, I'd have sooo much to play with.... 3. What does the American flag mean to you? Now, this one ain't easy. September 11, 2001 screwed me all up. I used to just look at it like a red, white and blue piece of cloth that our politicians pissed all over. They made it mean next to nothing for me. I adopted the Georgia State flag and the POW flag as my flags. They meant something. Then, Georgia caved and changed their flag to some rag I can't even bear to look at. Idiots. But, I still have the POW flag. Not even the damn government can ruin the meaning of that flag. Then.....9/11/01. Now, the American flag means to me: Todd Beamer. His courage, bravery, balls and faith changed me. The American flag stands for him now, to me. For him and for what our leaders should be...but aren't. 4. Is the war in Iraq illegal? Support your answer. I'm not sure I understand this one. 'Illegal'...as in against the law? Apparently not, as it is being done. Is it wrong? Only that it took us so long to do it. We should have started it on 9/12/01. Besides, isn't it 'illegal' and wrong to hijack airplanes, fly them into buildings and kill thousands of people? Fuck the legalities. Those towel-headed pricks started this shit, let's finish it. And them. 5. Some states require community service for people on public assistance. Is this appropriate? Why? I think so. The public is helping you, you help the public. Besides, we don't need these people getting used to not working, now do we? If I ever accepted any kind of public assistance, I'd feel compelled to do something constructive in return. Makes sense, too. Are you sure a government of some kind thought of this? 6. If you could bed down anyone alive today, who would it be and why did you choose them? Jeez, Geoff. Who do you hang around with that you felt the need to specify 'alive'? (You're scarin' me, Big Guy.) I take it you mean besides Eric. Seeing how I just started an AC/DC CD, Malcolm Young springs to mind. Fuckin' gorgeous...and then there's that whole 'cut your cake with my knife' thing. I've always wondered about that. (Wondered who came up with such a dorky way to say "I wanna fark you", that is.) Let's see....Kurt Russell is awesome. Dwight Yoakam also comes to mind. With those tight-assed jeans he wears, I'd like to get him naked to see why there's no pleasing bulge in the front. (Needledick, no doubt.) I don't know....who, who, who? Hmmm. Acidman so Da Goddess's head would explode? Nononono. Ummmm.....Dude, I am just so completely in love with and satisfied by Eric, I can't think of anybody. If I do, I'll come back to this one. 7. Of all your possessions, which would you hate to lose the most? Discounting Eric and my animals because they are not 'possessions', I'd have to say my car. That would screw everything all up and be a complete pain in the ass to replace. 8. What car best suits your personality? Well, I love my Firebird, but I'd trade it for an F-150 in a skinny minute. The 'Bird suits my 'adult' personality. A really solid, kick-ass Ford pickup suits all of my personality perfectly. Think totally tweaked truck with big tires, roll bar, tool box, lights, gun rack, sliding back window, 4-wheel drive, retarded bumper stickers...a black Ford with red pin-striping like that. A real Redneckmobile. Give me one of those, an Army Corp. of Engineers river dike, a gravel pit or a mudhole and watch the fun. Or, better yet, come with me...if ya dare. 9. Why do you blog? Release. To dump all the crap outta my head and maybe find some answers to shit that's been makin' me crazy forever. It's also nice to find out that there are people who think the same things I do and feel the same ways I do about things. Besides, it's legal...which my other form of 'therapy' is not. Whew. Well, if there's anyone who wants to answer some questions, just say so. I won't do what I did last time. Last time, I asked for a comment to that affect and got one that said "comment" and ran with it. This time, feel free to comment. Unless you say so, I won't take it as a request to be interviewed. Okay? Cool. (AC/DC kicks ASS!) "Shook me all night long" is what's playing right now. I'll be back shortly...of course. I'm only 5'8". (Do I have a choice about it being 'shortly'?)
 
Da Blues...
For some reason tonight, I've found myself writing about Stevie Ray Vaughan all over the place. To me, he is the best guitar player there is, was or will be in my lifetime. Of course, there are about a hundred guys in second place, but not one of them is Stevie Ray. Not only does he own my heart because of himself and his guitar playing, he'll always mean more to me than any other guitar player because of how I found out about him. One of the best friends I've ever had in my life, in terms of having things in common and feeling the same way about stuff and understanding what can't be articulated was Anderson Wood Harris. Also known as Andy, also known as Dru. He was (murdered) killed by an inattentive truck driver (asshole) several years ago. The jerk-off Olde Dominion driver ran a stop sign and managed to wedge Andy's truck under his trailer and drag him about a quarter of a mile up the road sideways. That Chevy pickup was buried to beyond the windshield under that fuckhole's trailer. He ground Andy's rims into the shape of the capital letter "D", at night and didn't know he'd hit anything. How the fuck do you not notice something like that? How do you miss the sparks from his rims being ground down? How did ya miss all the signs leading up to the stop sign, not to mention the stop sign itself? How did ya miss the earth-shaking bang? Probably too busy playing with his stereo, CB or dick. God, forgive me, but I hope the waste-of-humanity that (murdered) killed Andy had the decency to kill himself, too. Any-friggin'-way.... After Andy was (murdered) killed, I spent quite a bit of time with his destroyed pickup. In it, I found a tape that Andy had made himself, of several artists he liked. We had been listening to it when we went to his GrandDad's funeral just a coupla weeks before. It had dirt in it and was beat up, but I kept it. I cleaned it up and popped it into my stereo when I thought I'd be able to handle it. I recognized most of the people he had on there; Roy Orbison, Marty Robbins...people like that. But, there was this one instrumental that I had heard before on Howard Stern's show, but I had no idea who it was. I asked a guy I knew in a band and he said "It sounds like Stevie Ray Vaughan." It was. Within a month, I owned every tape Stevie had made, two videos and a coupla books. I fell in love with the guy. The whole SRV experience was like a gift from Andy after he died (was ripped so rudely from my life). I don't think of one without the other comin' through, too and I believe they're together, somewhere, playing the blues, smokin' a doobage, waitin' for me. Andy is, anyway. He'll introduce me when I get there. The fact that both of these gifted, unique individuals were taken from us too soon by incompetant, inattentive, stupid assholes just makes them both more special to me. If ya start fuckin' with either one of them, ya get my blood up, my respect for you diminishes and I pity you for your obvious lack of brain function. If you bad-mouth Stevie, I just figure you're too ignorant to get it. Your loss. Ya fuck with Andy, you'll meet the business end of my "Pusser Club". (Yet another reason I'm glad to be out of Salem County, NJ.) (The "Pusser Club" is a signed axe handle I bought while visiting the "Buford Pusser Home and Museum". ) Someone earlier tonight (who shall remain nameless, even though he did almost piss me off-like he cares) was saying that his favorite artist made a lot of money from a song with three chords. So? Stevie knew and used all the chords. So, ppppfffftttt to ya.
 
Wow!!!!
I've never been prouder of a search query than I am of the one for Buford Pusser. Someone found me while lookin' for him. Damn. That's one association I am very dad-gum proud of... People have come here looking for Alloway, NJ (the town I grew up in), Biff Rose (the guy I associate with the song 'Buzz the Fuzz') and all other kindsa strange shit. But, to find me when you're lookin' for Buford? I do like that.

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