Thursday, August 30, 2012

I'm the CAT!

8.4.2kXII

Do you remember that Ren & Stimpy episode, "The Littlest Giant?"  It's the one where Stimpy is indeed a giant, but he's "merely huge," compared to his two really huge Giant pals.  They ridicule him, bother him and haze him so much, he leaves town.  He pauses on his way out to pen a teary good-bye, signing it, "Your Punching Bag, The Littlest Giant."  Then he cries.

I've been listening to some of the speeches and coverage from the Miserable Bastards' Convention - oh shit - I'm so sorry - I misspoke:  The GOP Convention.  Though it turns my stomach and spins my head, I keep listening until I can't take it.  Then I turn it off, listen to some 80s college music and end up feeling bad because these guys see Life not only through one-way glass, but with blinders, too.  My impression is that they think they're not to blame ONE LITTLE BIT for the shitbox our Country and world are in, and those that aren't like them - that don't see through red lenses - need to be beaten to death.  Therefore the quote:  Their Punching Bag.  As they say in wherever, "Fuck'm."

All things considered, the Dems suck big shit too.

Tonight - The Homestead

The end-of-the-month hand of fate points us in this directio .

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

SSD

8.3.2kXII

Since the TNSC posting mechanism was getting a few non-movable parts installed recently, I'm going to guess that an adjunct proxy is going to need to step in and save the day.  That said...

Tonight - Dovré Club.

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Government, rules and me (us (them))

8.2.2kXII

Tons of goddamn rules that big or small government lay down on us are reasonable:  There are stop signs, zoning regulations, speed limits and one-way streets, to name a few.

Parking regulations are mostly a bitch.  Presumably they're fair (yeah, right), but they almost always fuck you.  "Zip Car® Parking ONLY," for example.  WTF is a Zip Car®?

I got a rule that some LA City official laid down on my boy's preschool:  Accessing and exiting traffic must ONLY go from west to east down the alley to the school's entrance.  To the rest of the public, the alley is a two-way lane, but to the SCHOOL, it's one-way or big trouble.  There must be a reason for this seemingly arbitrary rule, but I can't figure what it would be.  And frankly, it's a drag to go that direction:  From home, I have to cross two lanes of packed rush-hour traffic to get in.  And these are really helpful, friendly LA drivers that must yeild.  Two lanes and sometimes the parking lane FULL of LA drivers - each ready and willing to yield.  um ... I'm being facetious.  Exiting the alley, too, is a bummer:  There's an adult day care center at the corner and they have big vans parked along the street, blocking the view of the LA traffic that's NOT speeding down the street.  um ...

So anyway, I got a rule that is dumb, but Hell, I'm game.  Many of the parents w/ kids in the school, though scoff the rule like they do most traffic rules (I assume).  And just this past week, one of the delightful parents actually rebuffed the school admin's reminder and warning to comply with the rule.  So the admin fined him.  He said, "I'll drive whatever way I want and I'm NOT going to pay your fine."  What a peach!  I'm sure he drives everywhere else with the very same attitude.

Tonight - House of Shields.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Mini!

8.2.2kXII

1.  I'm glad those USAF dudes in the silos have safeguards that prevent accidental missile launches, like the famous "simultaneous key-turn from opposite sides of the room" procedure.  I could use something like that now and again:  Just now I went to click on iTunes and launched iCal by mistake!  Good-bye Moscow!!

2.  Why do I hate dumpster-divers that drive cars from dumpster to dumpster?  Because MOST of those folks don't have the luxury of a shitty, old Toyota pickup; they have to walk.

Tonight - Staging a war on sobriety at Churchill


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Thursday, August 02, 2012

AZ OP

8.1.2kXII

I had a lesson in escalation when I was a youngster:

I was in the kitchen of my home with my pal Phil (we've been a fan for a long time).  I threw a grape at him and so he dug two fingers into the stick of butter softening on the counter and wiped it right in the middle of my cool OP™ t-shirt, ruining it.

It had a wave and a surfboard and a palm tree on it.  It was yellow.  It got buttered.

Tonight - Bloodhound   (hot on the trail of some good Bourbon!)

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!