Monday, January 31, 2005

A Blogging we will go...

Here are some of the great sites I like to visit every Monday to get my week rolling. There's some funny stuff here my friends, check it out. I wish I had half the talent that these people have, my life would be much easier.

What's that? Can't read them? You must still be hungover.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Hand solo

Since I received my membership to the unemployment line, I’ve had a lot of time to think...which really means I’ve had a lot of time to surf porn. It really is amazing not only the number of sites that infest the net, but the variety of the fetishes. Sites for women pissing on linguini, to artwork done in defecate on naked women’s bodies. There are men having sex with dead animal parts, Jello insertions, phallic vegetables having intercourse with each other, oversized women in party hats that sort of thing. You name it, the spectrum is covered. In the effort to stay tasteful and salvage some self-respect, there will no posting of links but type it into a search engine and see what comes up. I find it more fascinating than arousing and prefer to stay in the bounds of normalcy like watching chicks ingest anal creampies. Yes friends...There is something for everyone out there. Find what suits you best and you’ll be all set the next time you want to play Star Wars with your Wookie at your side.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Back from a week in Grief

Well I’m back from my hiatus in Grief. It’s really not a place I would recommend or that I want to visit again anytime soon. However, I know inevitably I will return there again one day, perhaps under different circumstances. It’s true what they say don’t drink the water, you’ll get sick. It can be pricy if you let it ("$10 for that? You must be mad?") It was cold. It was emotionally exhausting. Definitely not a vacation spot for those of you looking for a cheap winter getaway. I was glad to return home to the even more insufferable deep freeze, (one testicle is already froozen). I would like to thank all who supported me through this trying time and helped me find my way back to normal. A place where the endless stream of bills must be dealt with, the relationships must be nurtured and the cat must be fed. Oh Christ! The cat! It’s been a week!....Here kitty, kitty. (If only I had purchased a bonsai kitten) (What sick mind thought that one up?)

Now I hope to be more attentive to my blogging, but not to the point of every hour on the hour, (What, do you think this is Mitchieville?) A shout out to my Bro... The man who keeps our world demented and twisted when the rest of us are struggling to be serious.
Happy blogging.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

In Memory of:

He was an alcoholic, a chain smoker, a selfish man, and a devious rebel who lived hard on the front end of his life. Eventually his body said enough and rendered him incapacitated. He spent much of the last three years bed-ridden, unable to eat, get dressed, get-up, go to the bathroom without assistance from others and a wife who only saw the love past his faults. He fought through anger and depression to find acceptance. Yet, as a stroke and who knows , how many more, strangled his ability to communicate he never lost his sense of humor. It was always there in the roll of his eyes, a raised eyebrow, a hint of a smile in a face twisted from paralysis. In the end he understood his mistakes and came to terms with his demons, wanting to make things right but unable to change the course of his actions. It was a remorse he could no longer convey to all he loved.
His passing will be without fanfare and without reverence. Not many will read this or see the tiny article tucked into the obituaries of a small town news paper. In the end he made one final attempt to set things right in a selfless act of finally letting go, so the healing could begin.
Yes. He was all of these things. He was also my father. I will miss him.
Dad (Jan 8th 1931- Jan 18th 2005)

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Tsunami Updates

Canada has now pledged over $450 million in aid and the DART has finally arrived to help with....what? Jen and Brad are finished! You're kidding? Really?

Monday, January 10, 2005

The Form Letter -Blog Rejection

Dear Sir and or carbon based life form,

Thank you for reading the blog and for your interest in the blogger. I’m sorry to say, though, that your comprehension is not quite right for the specific talents of the people at our blogger at this time.

We sincerely thank you again for thinking of us, however, and wish you the best of luck in finding the right blogger for you.

Blogger management.

There...that felt better.

Friday, January 07, 2005


I don't usually get into the political arena, but I just luuuv conspiracy theories. Check the link. Very interesting.

If you want cool views on politics go to:


Before and after pictures of devestation. Take a look.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Two Scottish guys argue over who will pays the bar tab.

"Fuckyoo laddie."
"No. Fuckyoo laddie."
"No! Fuckyooo!"

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Who am I?

I don’t know for sure. I am constantly evolving. Trying new things. Stuff that terrifies , yet entices me. Blogs for instance. But...the hard facts. Incessant teen trapped in a middle aged body. Off work for the winter so I must write, write, write. Sexual thoughts every 4.6 seconds. An aspiring author when the erotic thoughts don’t intervene. I have great friends which I guess makes me one too.

Physically, I have all my own teeth, as can be witnessed through smile or scowl. I still posses all my own dark hair, but now with a touch of gray and receding slightly. I’m tall and not hard to look at, yet I’ve always been slightly overweight, fighting that lightbulb profile in an ongoing battle in the wasteland. I’m easy going, yet with a vicious temper if the right buttons are pushed.
Humorous, yet moody. Well-intentioned, but versed in the talents of firmly lodging my foot in my mouth. Reliable and loyal, unless betrayed. A dreamer, but a realist. A good worker, who also knows the value of taking it easy. I’m a nail biter and a low talker, who will flip his underwear on occasion to get an extra day before doing laundry.

Basically I’m not an over-achiever. I’m just the average guy. A point that is more disappointing to me, than those around me. That pretty much sums it up.