tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55502112011-04-21T16:00:59.644-05:00My life, thoughts, feelings, questions and other miscellaneous trivia.Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1068055102126858612003-11-05T12:58:00.000-05:002003-11-05T12:58:19.896-05:00

Want my archives back damn it

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063396254247360552003-09-12T14:50:00.000-05:002003-09-12T14:50:54.120-05:00

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?)

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063365146750071342003-09-12T06:12:00.000-05:002003-09-12T06:12:26.770-05:00

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.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063360414992392572003-09-12T04:53:00.000-05:002003-09-12T04:53:34.996-05:00

John Ritter is dead. I'll be damned. (Hell, I probably already am.)

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063358911149869842003-09-12T04:28:00.000-05:002003-09-12T04:28:31.203-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063254578940531322003-09-10T23:29:00.000-05:002003-09-10T23:29:38.953-05:00

BLOGSPLAT LINKING SUCKS THE WEENIE!!!!

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063254509424843642003-09-10T23:28:00.000-05:002003-09-10T23:28:29.440-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063254201571682872003-09-10T23:23:00.000-05:002003-09-10T23:23:21.596-05:00

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...

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063214535541539162003-09-10T12:22:00.000-05:002003-09-10T12:22:15.493-05:00

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.)

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063186664641417642003-09-10T04:37:00.000-05:002003-09-10T04:37:44.620-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063179585703103692003-09-10T02:39:00.000-05:002003-09-10T02:39:45.656-05:00

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....

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063179068904311792003-09-10T02:31:00.000-05:002003-09-10T02:36:15.560-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063174406392586902003-09-10T01:13:00.000-05:002003-09-10T01:13:26.453-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063172354832805542003-09-10T00:39:00.000-05:002003-09-10T00:39:57.270-05:00

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

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063145354586179792003-09-09T17:09:00.000-05:002003-09-09T17:11:41.296-05:00

One good thing about the last computer dying like it did, is the fact that this computer showed up with speakers attached. That's right...the entire time I've been messing around on computers, I've never used one that made noises before. I was so used to that, I didn't even think to plug these speakers in until a day or two ago. Well, my God....the things I been hearing lately. And, the

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063142856792766972003-09-09T16:27:00.000-05:002003-09-09T16:27:36.906-05:00

I ratted this template out to Kevin at Wizbang. He fixed it once before. Back in the days when my blog was "devoted entirely to getting comments installed", a phrase that still comes to mind and cracks me up. After I emailed (went boo-hooing to, my computer says) him, I noticed that he says he's gonna be really busy for a while....so, I thought to myself "Okay...maybe RJ...." then you come

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063046473454945172003-09-08T13:41:00.000-05:002003-09-08T13:41:13.473-05:00

that I hate computers only slightly less than I hate being this computer-illiterate? I feel like (and am) such a moron. Can't even fix a template....links?...pfft. Please. Honestly...how can I drive a car, yet not be able to fix a template? It's stupid. I'm stupid. I'm not sure why, but this makes me hate Bill Gates even more. (I've been blaming every computer problem I've had

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063046086676684822003-09-08T13:34:00.000-05:002003-09-08T13:34:46.693-05:00

Your ass is grass. And, hopefully, Kevin is gonna be a lawnmower. I just ratted you out. That's right, I did. I told Kevin what you're putting me through. Last time ya mind-fricked me, he fixed your ass. I got my comments. Now, I want my archive dates back...ya dork. In a single line, like they're supposed to be. You could be nice and let me do it, but......nnnoooooo. You want to play

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063044219087853122003-09-08T13:03:00.000-05:002003-09-08T13:03:39.093-05:00

Fuck you, stay that way. Got-damn stupid piece of plastic SHIT.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063044154581146512003-09-08T13:02:00.000-05:002003-09-08T13:02:34.600-05:00

Take three Valium and come back later...muuuch later.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063044062196622742003-09-08T13:01:00.000-05:002003-09-08T13:01:02.210-05:00

Well, that was cute. I managed to replace the dates completly....with stupid words about 'Blogger Archives'...in blue. I hate computer templates.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063043781982129362003-09-08T12:56:00.000-05:002003-09-08T12:56:21.996-05:00

Take two...

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1063043438391654252003-09-08T12:50:00.000-05:002003-09-08T12:50:38.490-05:00

I'm trying to 'fix' my archives. Back when I was screwin' around, trying to get the comments to work, I somehow re-did the archives title thing. The dates used to be one line per month. Then I did whatever I did and it split the dates into two lines. Which takes up too much space and looks stupid. I'm alao trying to remember how to change the colors of the blogroll. I'd like it to be

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-106300571909805732003-09-08T02:21:00.000-05:002003-09-08T02:22:55.303-05:00

I finally got around to plugging in the speakers on this computer. It made a few random noises when I checked my mail. Then, I clicked on a 'Karaoke sucks' link over at Dax Montana's and my computer brayed at me! Several times. All the cats and both dogs came running up to look for whatever in the hell it was screaming. The cute part is, is that as far as they're concerned, all they found

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062931676462592632003-09-07T05:47:00.000-05:002003-09-07T05:47:56.473-05:00

you have VHS tapes with 'labels' made of duct tape? Written on with a Sharpie?

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062931560202902772003-09-07T05:46:00.000-05:002003-09-07T05:46:00.220-05:00

Is it just me, or is insurance the biggest scam ever to be perpetrated upon humankind? We give some jerk our money just in case something bad happens. Then, if something bad does happen to happen, not only does this fuckknob not want to give us back some of the money we've given him to fix shit, this shit stain then demands more of our money because something bad happened to happen. Okaaaay

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062930947644842702003-09-07T05:35:00.000-05:002003-09-07T05:35:47.660-05:00

Reading Mr. Carlin made me think of a few things. One of which is 'Good Friday'. Now, I'm not a Catholic or anything...but... Before I go on, let me state for the record that I think organized religion is crap. I believe in God, I think of Jesus as a really gorgeous, older brother/mentor-type and I'm not scared to admit it. I don't look down at people who do go to church, it's just not for

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062929452138524992003-09-07T05:10:00.000-05:002003-09-07T05:10:52.146-05:00

I have no idea what happened, but I've got everything back now. I can finally see the Xfire page again. There must be Ford parts in this computer. It seems to have the same mystifying ability my Ford pickups have had to heal itself. I would explain what happened, but I can't really remember exactly what happened, in what order or what I or Eric did about it. Suffice it to say that it worked.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062865921494122452003-09-06T11:32:00.000-05:002003-09-06T11:32:01.560-05:00

Unbelieveable. The last post published and I still can't get to the Xfire page. That status page about Blogger said they were having trouble but it's all fixed now. Right. How can I get this far and not be able to get the rest of the way there? I thought maybe it would go, if it published. Nope. It published and the 'page -still- cannot be displayed'. Not just damn. Damn and hell,

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062865313561122552003-09-06T11:21:00.000-05:002003-09-06T11:21:53.620-05:00

I can't get to my blog. Early Friday morning, this computer lost it's mind again. Eric, of all people, sat down here and messed with the stupid thing for....a loooong time. He had to use the Compaq discs that erase everything, then put it back, the new modem disc and the Earthlink disc...AGAIN. How this thing is still in one piece is beyond me. I would've resorted to 'hammer therapy' after

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062707616104469372003-09-04T15:33:00.000-05:002003-09-04T15:33:36.063-05:00

I still can't figure out why I don't have those 'new window' boxes at the bottom and I've read all the crap that's on here about Windows and IE. When I click 'view blog in new window', it gives me a new window, but not like it used to. I used to be able to go to the bottom and close stuff. Now the only way I see to do it is to click the 'x' in the upper right corner. Can ya still do linking

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062702075768808922003-09-04T14:01:00.000-05:002003-09-04T14:01:15.636-05:00

I still don't have all the shit straight with this computer. It still freezes up (Thank you Bill Gates, ya big freakin' homo) and sometimes Earthlink forgets where I am and won't recognize my 'location', but I did manage to prune the blogroll and re-link RJ. The blogs not on the roll anymore are now in my 'favorites'. I may put 'em back, I may not. Who cares? I fixed some links, too. Now

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1062643963963323222003-09-03T21:52:00.000-05:002003-09-03T21:52:43.970-05:00

First, the cat died...then the old computer had a nervous breakdown and the hard drive died, then it took for-freakin'-EVER to get this computer and get the #$%^#@!! thing to go on line. But...I DID IT!!! I'M BACK!!!!! I've missed EVERYBODY soooo bad... I hope everybody is still doing good and that everybody is still here. I'll find out, I guess. If I don't hang myself after I check

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061618172603310332003-08-23T00:56:00.000-05:002003-08-23T00:56:12.650-05:00

I just checked out the site meter. Someone got here searching for the lobster couple. ?!?!? The only lobster couple I know of is Ross and Rachael from 'Friends'. Then, someone came here from usmc.mil. I gotta MARINE readin' this! And, it can't be my brother, because he's home. So, "Hi, Sir/guy", whichever you are. ('Sir' would be for an officer, I guess and 'guy' for a not-an-officer

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061615431896055822003-08-23T00:10:00.000-05:002003-08-23T00:10:31.963-05:00

In response to a psychiatric examination, in which he was found to be a passive-aggressive paranoid personality with schizophrenic tendencies, Charles Manson replied: "Sure, I'm paranoid. I've had reason to be ever since I can remember. And now, I have to be, just to stay alive. As for schizophrenia, take anybody off the street and put them in the middle of a prison and you'll see all kinds

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061613562537650252003-08-22T23:39:00.000-05:002003-08-22T23:39:22.580-05:00

Which is more than I can say for one of my cats..damn it. Briefly...on the 19th, Dale went downhill again. Fast. He left me on the evening of the 20th. I spent every minute with him I could. He died in my arms. I died on the spot. Late on the 21st, I decided to get back online....and couldn't. Verizon had been here, installing a new phone line for the new hire. They killed everybody

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061248457427515422003-08-18T18:14:00.000-05:002003-08-18T18:14:17.486-05:00

You were the first to save me from being forced to bore boxes of macaroni and cheese to tears. The one thing that made me laugh the most is that it was all email. Not one lil 'ol comment. (sigh) Oh, well.... Can't have everything....where would I put it? (And, y'all can keep your smart suggestions to yo'selves....lol)

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061142514396480382003-08-17T12:48:00.000-05:002003-08-17T12:48:34.296-05:00

Or if you'd like the last (next) post to make sense, ya might want to scroll down to the post titled "Look out" and start from there. Then read the next one called "ello, 'ello,'ello." That's some background. The last one "But wait...there's more" ends with a question. (Which, if no one answers, I'll just assume Dad is right, I'm shit and I'll just talk to boxes of macaroni and cheese from

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061141859448566572003-08-17T12:37:00.000-05:002003-08-18T18:20:50.360-05:00

During these last 22 years, the thought has crossed my mind several times (roughly at the speed of light, mind you) that DAD IS LETTING THIS HAPPEN. Kim wouldn't be able to do the things she did, treat me the way she did, if Dad would make her stop. But, I always found a way to put the blame back on her. Usually along the lines of "She is an evil bitch, controlled by Satan himself and she is

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061133819424054252003-08-17T10:23:00.000-05:002003-08-17T10:23:39.446-05:00

Did ya miss me? While I was in there, reading Helter Skelter (yes, AGAIN), another part of my mind was remembering all things that were Dad. (BTW, that sentence alone leads me to believe that a psychoanaylist would have a field day with my head...strange shit in there, man...lol) My very first memory of anything ever is my Dad. I don't know how many months old I was, but it happened in

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061121430303469472003-08-17T06:57:00.000-05:002003-08-18T18:26:25.536-05:00

I have all kinds of random shit in my head-none of it great, none of it horrifying...but, it's gotta go, nonetheless. I'm tired of it. First things first...No matter who else could care less that I'm alive, who wishes I weren't or who wants to help me get that way....I know my animals love me. And, to be honest, I value their opinions more than I do most peoples. Hell, they are nicer about

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061009963243772062003-08-15T23:59:00.000-05:002003-08-16T00:13:51.353-05:00

I don't know what it is about these two people. But...EEERRRGGGHHH. Just thinking about how to word this is annoying. Because of them. Earlier, I let go about Bush and 9/11. It was in my "What am I?" post. (BTW, I am actually an existential, disenfranchised Libertarian, according to a trusted source.) In fact, Tiger said he agreed with me about everything, except the 'Bush-bashing'. Now,

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1061008040478391952003-08-15T23:27:00.000-05:002003-08-15T23:30:11.226-05:00

Well, damn. I got my 1000th hit tonight at 9:28pm...someone from adelphia.net. Whomever you are, thank you! Mookie was #999amd #1001... Thanks to everybody who got me here- links from Kevin, Ted, Dax, Rob, Mookie, Tiger, Sage One...and anyone else who did it. I swear, when I get linking down pat, all of you are going to get gratuitously linked ta death! Then, thanks to the "unknown"

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-106096515487109642003-08-15T11:32:00.000-05:002003-08-15T11:36:54.986-05:00

This post is to explain the next five posts and the one after them. What you'll be reading are my questions from Tiger. The reasons that they are in five seperate posts is in the sixth one. Notice, now, I did the questions in reverse order so at least they'd be right...you'll see what I mean. Read. Enjoy. Tig, Honey, you do ask some interesting questions...

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1060964771494834392003-08-15T11:26:00.000-05:002003-08-15T11:30:31.676-05:00

You come home and discover a break in. You look around to assess what has been taken and find that the only thing missing is that someone has taken every one of your undergarments, even the soiled ones in the hamper. Who do you suspect and why? This is hard to answer because 'I see London, I see France. I see no point in underpants' and I already told ya about me and bras in your comments.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1060963879099142772003-08-15T11:11:00.000-05:002003-08-15T11:15:39.410-05:00

Which Arnold Schwarzenegger film best identifies his qualifications for the post of Governor of California: Kindergarten Cop, Red Heat or Herucles in New York? Why? Kindergarten Cop. Because California is full of goofy, child-like people who need to be brought along slowly.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1060963485839556742003-08-15T11:04:00.000-05:002003-08-15T11:10:59.253-05:00

You arrived timely for your doctor's appointment to find an empty waiting room, no one at the receptionists window and hear the distinctive sounds of passion coming from somewhere in the interior. Three magazines are sitting on the table: a copy of November 1988 Guns & Ammo; October 15, 1999's Newsweek and the July 2001 edition of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Which do you pick up to

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1060962008815099212003-08-15T10:40:00.000-05:002003-08-15T10:56:58.410-05:00

You wake up in France and all the people seem to be running away from something approaching from the south. It turns out to be a marching troop of Swiss Boy Scouts cleaning their nails with their Swiss Army Knives. How do you convince the French population to stand and defend their homeland against this aggressive invasion? First of all, if I woke up in France, I'd be more concerned with

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You just won a contest at a local radio station by correctly naming all four membrs of Devo after an extensive internet search and won your choice of cars on the lot down at Honest Hank's Used Car Emporium at the corner of Main and Elm across from the Pineland United Bank. You run right down to Honest Hank's Used Car Emporium and see three cars on the lot: a yellow 1977 AMC Pacer with two flats;

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Awright, perv's...quit giggling. And, don't even say it.."That's not cheating...", because that ain't what I'm talking about. Here's what happened...I was reading Tiger's blog the other night. I saw he had done the five question interview and needed someone to question, himself. I volunteered because it was fun the first time and all. So, he let me know my questions were ready. I went to

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Two jokes just popped in to my head. What has horns and balls and goes "Nort, nort"? A bull with a ceft palate.... What goes "Mark, mark"? A dog with a harelip. I know...they are putrid. Capital "P", capital "U", capital "TRID". But, I was reading this joke book, and... Hey, I've got worse...

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That's me. I've thought about this for a looong time and I'm pretty sure that's the best way to put my ass in a nutshell. The only part I'm not certain about is the Democrat part. I ran some stuff that I think past my Dad and he said "Knowing you...you're probably a Democrat." Some places in this blogosphere, that'd be an insult. But, it doesn't bother me. Whatever. But, I would like to

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During the next coupla hours, I'm gonna be making Tollhouse cookies. And, blogging. I may even do some wash. But, I'll be back and forth for a while and it would be cool to feel like I'm not all alone on the Internet....so, if ya stop by, how about saying "Hi"? Or just type an "X", I'm not picky...

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I've got a newsflash for you dillholes. Ready? There is no reason to disrupt "Scrubs" over some stupid blackout that started at 4:30pm...okay? Forget the fact that "Scrubs" is a damn good show and isn't even on half the time for God-only-knows what reason, yeah, we'll just put THAT aside. First of all, dipshits, the people affected by the blackout DON'T HAVE ELECTRICITY. How the hell do

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Hiya, Rachael... Guess we've waited long enough. Plus, I ain't stupid. I needed a comment, I got a comment and I'm runnin' with it. So, here they is: Rachael's five: 1. Describe your dream date with your favorite famous person. 2. Which Looney Tunes character do you identify with the most and why? 3. Would you trade a walk-on role in a war for a lead role in a cage? (

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Finally, a search I can help with. Whadda ya wanna know about good ole Alloway? I can tell ya just about anything ya wanna know...I grew up there. I'm related to the Avon Lady and the Village Chimney Sweep, among others. My Dad is the cool one-Norman Vanaman, Jr. His Dad was Dick...SuperDick at DuPont Chambers Works. Wanna know the best fishin' spot? Alloway Creek, behind Parker Hall's

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Well, I'll be damned...(probably in the next 5 or 10 minutes.) It actually worked. And, it let me fix a coupla things and still didn't eat it! Hang on...I gotta do the 'Chandler Happy Dance'... Whew...that was fun! Now, I'm gonna go do my rounds. I'll be back shortly...like I have a choice. I'm only 5'7&1/2" tall. Which reminds me-I am NOT heavy for my height. I'm SHORT for my weight...

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Five Questions for Stevie 1. Mountains, beach, or desert? Mountains, definitely. Cabin, garden, venison...just me and Eric. A coupla horses, cats, a dog. (A small dish wouldn't hurt my feelings, either)...hot tub, no nearby neighbors...town about, what...an hour away. 2. Whats the best pet you've ever had, and why? I hope ta God I'm not supposed to pick just one... Get

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One of my cats hasn't been feeling too well...so I've been taking care of and watching him. He seems to be feeling a bit better, now... So, here we go again.... The first thing I'm going to do-one way or the other-is RJ's questions. I'll try the linking stuff a few times, then if I have to, I'll just resort to low tech pens and paper. Oh yeah...I'm also waiting for a cake to cool so I can

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1060553895848349012003-08-10T17:18:00.000-05:002003-08-10T17:18:15.873-05:00

This is my personal version of a 'Honey do' list...directed to myself, not Eric. 'Pooter shit I'd like to get done: 1. Conquer linking. 2. Get Geocities page done (which I haven't done because I haven't figured out linking...) 3. Answer RJ's questions (AGAIN with the linking). 4. Send MoodyMama the email I mentioned in her comments. 5. Read every page of 'Autopsy Report'. But

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I just found the coolest site. It's in the third postion on my blogroll-right under the Dax man. Keep in mind-I love forensic pathology...No pictuters, yet. But, graphic all the same.

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If you do a post with a link, publish it, see a mistake, edit it and re-publish it...are ya supposed to re-do the link, too? 'Cause, I did and I didn't.

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Okay, so either God could not possibly care less about making a deal with me, or this doesn't work when you open the new window from the Blogger page. Ya know that button that let's you "view blog in a new window"? Well, it ain't happenin' with that. I'll try it the way I was told to do it in the first place later...also typical. However, I firmly believe it would be easier to put socks on

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In the summertime When all the tree and leaves are green And the red bird sings his blues 'Cause you don't want my love... Oh, sorry..got a little carried away with the Roger Miller, there. Damn, I love that guy. Back to this 'link'....shi....cra...stuff. (Dear God, I was a good kid. I did the dishes. I'm almost done the laundry. I took care of all the animals...so, PLEASE

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While you're waiting.... Two bulls-one young, one old-stood on top hill, looking down over a field of heifers. Young bull turns to the old bull and says "Say, why don't we run down there a screw a cow?" Old bull says "Better still...let's walk down and screw 'em all. And... Why do cows wear bells? 'Cause their horns don't work. (not even one) cricket Okay. Make me think, will

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I meant to cut & paste without using the link button...sssuuurrreee I did... sigh and an eye roll(-two bits) And, again... Oh, I can't wait to see what this is.

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Time to try a link again...http://rocketjones.blogspot.com/http://rocketjones.blogspot.com/ Oh...something did show up. Question is: Will it survive 'publish'? We shall see...

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I usually read more than one book at a time. About two weeks ago, I remember starting in on "Private Parts", again. Toward the end of that, I started "Christine" again. Halfway through that, "The Exorcist" joined the list. I finished those two about three days ago. Now, I'm reading "The Stand" again. I wonder if this means anything in particular...

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I've got these two searches on my Sitemeter referrals page. One is drunk+14+year+old. Okay, so I mentioned a 14 year old. Nobody said anything about drunk. The other one is weird. It's ickenson+xargs. Okay, I also mentioned that title-swiping twat Janice Dickenson. But, wtf is a Xargs? And, I get called 'goofy'.

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I love that movie. And, not just because it's a year or two older than me. I also adore Ann Margret. (This post is about sons and Dads, but allow me to expound about AM for a minute...) That woman is, always was and probably always will be gorgeous, sexy, talented, sweet...I've got her biography. Any movie I see her (or Patty Duke's) name on, I watch. Her birthday is two days (and several

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(This is sooo cool...) At my local grocery store, they have signs on the side of every cash register. They're red, about 6" long by 2 1/2-3" high. They have those letters -D.Y.F.E.Y.W.-on them. I get to mess with a different (teenaged) clerk every time I go in there. I'm usually bullshittin' with Eric anyway, so at some point, I mention the sign to the clerk. It usually goes something

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Okay, so we can all see that I was driven to the edge of insanity by this stupid computer yesterday....Well, I went to bed, got up to dog trash everywhere AGAIN, tried to get on here about 47 times, couldn't for various "this computer is possessed" reasons, gave up and cooled off for a while. Then, I finally did manage to get on line, read some stuff, answered some stuff and asked some stuff.

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"Cannot find server". LOOK IN THE FUCKIN' BREAK ROOM!!! That's where I always was-smokin' a cigarette. What is the secret, damn it? Now, I am really pissed. So pissed, in fact, that I'm gonna go read Tucker Max and Snopes for a while.... (I sear to God himself that if Eric doesn't shut off that stupid alarm clock- which I can hear CLEARLY-I'm gonna kill something...)

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I don't know whats open wider-my eyes or my mouth. It finally worked. Okay, so now-if I see something somewhere else that I want to link to, how do I do that? Do I have to get the URL off the address bar or do I look up the 'properties' to get that? Is there some one-step way to do this that I'm just too retarded to figure out? I'm gonna try another one. If this works....I'll be very

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And, I have one more idea... www.rocketjones.blogspot.com It showed up again. If it doesn't work this time, I'll finish the "I'm so pissed..." part

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I can't do a link in the first place and this asshole thing wants to inform me of a "broken" link?!? WTF is that? KEVIN!!!!!! (Please, psychically hear me and save me from this hell!!!)

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That freakin' helped. NOT! I click the link button, the window pops up, I add rocketjones.blogspot.com, click 'okay', it shows up within the post that I'm typing, then I click 'post & publish' and it GDF disappears!!! They give you two other ways to do it-with the keyboard (yeah right) and typing it in manually. I CAN GET IT TO SHOW UP, IT JUST DOESN'T SURVIVE BEING PUBLISHED. Damn it.

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It shows up in the post, just like the bold things, then when I publish, it disappears. Off to see if Blogger has any hints. One more time...

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Let's try this again...sigh. (See? I am a 'tard.)

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for me to learn how to use this link thing. God, I hope it's easier to do than setting up comments was. (That was my first italicized try...Oh to not have to use CAPS anymore..) And, I'm setting up a Geocities page for things, on the advice of RJ-Rocketjones. (God- if that worked, I just may have to re-think this whole "I'm a retard" thing...) In case it didn't, I've got another gem for

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then I'm going to bed...before someone comes over here and smacks me for this... Two guys walk into a bar. Which was reeeaaallly stupid...you'd think after watching the first guy, the second guy woulda used the DOOR.

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Hey, RJ! Did ya hear about the insomniac, agnostic dyslexic? He sits up all night, wondering if there is a Dog. cricket chirping G'night, y'all. (And everybody BE CAREFUL.) (I tell Eric that almost as often as I tell him I love him-100's of times a day...) Peace

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Except they both deal with death. I'll ask the short one first. Will someone please explain to me why Charles Manson, et al, were not charged with murdering Sharon Polanski's baby? She was eight and a half months pregnant. I don't get that. And- What happens if a blogger dies? How would we know? I worry about that when people suddenly stop blogging for a while with no warning or

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I've almost got everything done, cleaning-wise. Dishes, laundry, animals and all their assorted crap...just about everything except the car. Which is a white Firebird that is currently COVERED with brown specks of flyshit. What the hell do flies eat, anyway? Superglue? You can't get that shit off without a sander, fer Chrissake. Anyway... That's where I've been. Cleaning. It's not too

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Don't forget-later ya wanna ask that death question and ya have a coupla "body oddity" questions, too.

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I admit, I don't know a lot about site meter. I just check the number and then the 'by referrals' page. Sometimes the details page. I intend to upgrade someday so I can see by what search words people get here. In the meantime, I'm wondering: Who is level3.net? Is it me? Whoever it is comes by a lot and usually has at least one visit that's pretty long with a lot of page views. Now, I

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I post the lyrics to "Buzz the Fuzz" and wind up with "Hey 19" by Steely Dan stuck in my head. I mean, I like this song, but....c'mon already.

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These are things, not necessarily related to anything, that are in my tangled brain... If I hadn't screwed around in school, I would have become a forensic pathologist. That shit is fascinating. I am appalled by what was done to Randy & Vickie Weaver at Ruby Ridge, Idaho. I think it is perfectly fitting and a testament to the existance of Karma that the idiot who ran over Stephen King

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nmmmmnmmggggggdvgdwteyytnuyhccddv cx.ty//GFGzzCL THAT was from Ozzy and Yoyo, the cat who won't stay DOWN-the OTHER two kittens. All I did was put their title in bold for them. Doesn't it look like they were trying to leave a web address? The first two kittens who were sitting on me-they're names are Buster and Wheezer. Hey, I warned 'em. If they insist on getting involved in this, I'm

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The year is 1981. I've just graduated high school and my stupid mother has moved to Florida with my boyfriend. So, Dad gave me her car. A 1980 Ford Pinto with a sunroof and manual tranny. I was out driving around the back roads of Mannington Township, drinking beer, like it used to be safe to do. Naturally, I had to pee. Having spent my youth on horseback, I learned the benefits of

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I did a bit of blog-hopping today and added some new ones. Two of these blogs had me crying...bad. Two different people out there lost their dogs this past week. One was hit by a car and the other died suddenly, right in front of her Daddy. That poor man...my heart aches for both Daddies. It's bad enough when some coward kills your animal by running it over and dooesn't even having the

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As I type, I've got two out of four kittens lying in my lap. My legs are getting numb from trying to keep it level and stable enough to hold them. Do they care? Nope. They just give me looks like "Moo-ooom...will you stop moving around? Ya woke me (us) up." Sigh. Then, just 'cause I'm so good at typing blindly AND with one hand, one of my two, huge, furry (long-haired) last-batch kittens

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the best part of all this. My little friend is enroute. My once monthly, three-day terrorist buddy. You know...the one who can't make up it's freakin' mind whether or not it's really here. It started it's shit again earlier. Like, late Saturday night. So far, I've had a hint, a cramp or two and I've been crying over stupid shit...like episodes of "Friends"-the one with the prom video and

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Okay, Blogger didn't eat the last part. Good. And, I got to picture Charlie Sheen for minute. Even better. (Lord he's gorgeous!) Anyway, I've got this person in my life who is exhibiting behavior that would normally signal a parting of the ways to me. Disrespecting his Dad, acting stupid, lying, causing unnecessary drama, involving cops, bleeding....God. Who needs this shit? Ironically,

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059886780862376642003-08-02T23:59:00.000-05:002003-08-02T23:59:40.716-05:00

Okay...let me start by stating that I am 40 years old and I've never been pregnant-never had kids. This is fine with me. I can remember being a kid myself and swearing I'd never have kids because I was scared I'd treat them like my Mom did me. Then, as the years passed, I just never did get pregnant. Again, great. All my friends who had kids, were not able to go any where or do anything

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059882141115198722003-08-02T22:42:00.000-05:002003-08-02T22:42:21.130-05:00

Until such time as you see the POW-MIA image on my first page somewhere in the vicintiy of the title, take it for granted that I NEED HELP. I right clicked and saved this image and I don't know how to put it in the template. Is there a way to convert an image into html? Or what? Also, if anyone has any tips or hints about removing temp files and thus speeding up the computer, please let me

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059881443308621442003-08-02T22:30:00.000-05:002003-08-02T22:30:43.256-05:00

A long time ago, when I first found out about blogs, a post by a sanctimonious woman irritated the shit outta me and I proceeded to say so. I was in a foul mood to begin with and her post sounded so self-righteous that I acted like a troll before I even knew that they existed or what they were. Found out the hard way, you could say. Now, I've seen a new undefined-as-yet word used in

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059519650361753032003-07-29T18:00:00.000-05:002003-07-29T18:00:50.406-05:00

I am still being frustrated beyond reason by my ineptitude, here. There is a lady named Margi who has a blog (Check blogroll) and she has the POW-MIA "You are not forgotten" symbol on her page. About a month ago, I asked her if I could put it here. She said "Sure. Just right click it and click on 'Save as' and..." I THOUGHT I saved her email in my 'Saved mail' folder. I was cross-eyed and

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059513965336856892003-07-29T16:26:00.000-05:002003-07-29T16:26:05.376-05:00

My favorites list is gone. Strange. It was here an hour ago...sigh. Oh well, time to start a new one I guess.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550211.post-1059449870675626652003-07-28T22:37:00.000-05:002003-07-28T22:37:50.573-05:00

I'm back. Without AOHell. I've done followed Acidman again and switched to Earthlink. I've got a lot of reading and catching up and saying "Hi" I wanna do, so come on back later. In the meantime, maybe I'll see ya somewhere on another blog...No matter what, rest assured-I will be back. Soon.

Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10354708024992643792noreply@blogger.com