Friction and Harmony

Fine.  It’s 1:356 (or somethin like that) and I’ve been everywhere – some more than once.

I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time int he chat – but I had a blast anyways…  I guess that makes me a SURVIVOR!

Woot!  I’ll put my badge in place tomrorow… 

Thanks Pam for the awesome graphics.  Now make Harvey put you on the Family Sidebar!!

For my blogfather, Harvey…

Because I was the inconsiderate blogspawn who was more concerned at the time with his own wife’s boobs than yours:

(CAUTION – NSFW or rugrats.  You have been warned.)

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3 Bags fresh-frozen strawberries – check

1 quart strawberry daquiri mix – check

Lots of ice – check

1 fifth of Cuervo Gold Tequila – check

Blender – check

1 Hottie bloggin’ wife – check

2 computers (plus backup laptop for bathroom bloggin’ if necessary) – check

Broadband connection with Ethernet and WiFi – check

List of Bad Example / Frizzen Family – check (Anybody seen Grau?)

Pre-flight check is complete.  We’re ready for takeoff!  See y’all Saturday night!

Ms. King, niece of Rev. Martin L. King, Jr., is an inspiration, resounding the unexpurgated version of her uncle’s legacy:

“Martin said the Negro cannot win if he’s willing to sacrifice the futures of his children for immediate personal comfort and safety, so I come from a pro-life family.”

And because the Pro-Choice Convenience lobby is evidently “offended” by reality, they choose to censor this woman and the powerful legacy she strives to mainain in its entirety.

If Dr. King were to visit our society today, I have no doubt he would be ashamed of a great many of the things and ideas that are perpetrated in his name.  Thank you, Alveda, for having the courage to make your voice heard for the millions who have no voice.

Thank you.

Hugo tries to lure Kevin’s companion away.

“I’ll call him…  El Diablo.“

I have to have this DVD.  I cant believe I don’t already have it.  Really.  I have to have it NOW… I’m so needing music at the moment.

This is one of my favorite Boingo songs overall, and definitely my favorite live-performance song. Dueling xylophones… How cool is that?

Somewhere in my blog stumblings, I found a reference to this guy’s 2008 Presidential campaign website.

I have to say, I’m impressed. 

If you haven’t already seen this guy’s “Reasons for Candidacy” – have a look.  It’s frikkin’ hilarious.  I’m still trying to figure if it’s a joke or if the guy is just nucking futz… 

But hey, he’s got “1 million U.S. Military Intelligence Negro Female Lawyers…”  That’s got to count for something.  Maybe they’re all working on #56: 

“To Prove Jeb Bush is all in my house with disease.”

Eeewwww.  I was wondering what Jeb was up to after leaving the governor’s mansion… 

Mrs. Who did a Seven Questions meme she got from Tink, then left it as a “Tag Yourself” thing… So why not. I’ve got nothing better to do this evening. No, seriously…

1. Who was your first prom date?

I don’t remember her name… Debbie something, I think. My best friend wanted to bring his girlfriend, but she was from another school and would only go if her best friend could go also. He practically paid me to take the girl. The night went well until I saw a dark scar on her arm while we were eating, and said, “Ohmygod, what happened to your wrist?” The evening pretty much ended there. I learned that she had tried to commit suicide by inserting a needle into her veins and then she RIPPED it out with pliers. Poor child, but… Gah! I can’t imagine.

2. Who was your first roommate?

Same friend, Mark. We were set to be roommates in college, but then I backed out at the last minute at the school in Montana where I convinced him and another friend to follow. They froze their asses off in the -30F weather of Montana’s western Rockies while I ran off to Phoenix, AZ. (My revenge for Jr. Prom, maybe?) A few years later, We roomed together for a short while in our hometown. That didn’t last much longer.

3. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?

The first one was probably to California when I was less than two years old. I don’t really have any direct memories, but I do remember the stories of my sister’s boyfriend driving 800 miles to “surprise” her, and my Dad being so irate he walked through a sliding-glass door at the hotel. In sixth grade, I flew almost weekly between Billings, Montana and Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a puddle-jumper airline, and I’d usually fly the late-night (cheap) flights. I remember feeling like Shatner’s character in the “Gremlins” Twilight Zone episode when I looked outside to see lightning illuminate a mountainside that was so close I could almost count the trees!

4. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?

Alone – but it was to meet with my friend Garv so we could go “rolling.” I had to cross a graveyard in the pitch black of night with six rolls of toilet paper stuffed under my clothing. I almost had to use it myself.

5. Whose wedding were you in the first time?

My adoptive sister’s. I was almost five, I was the ring-bearer, and I was seriously pissed because it was Halloween and I had to miss going Trick-or-Treating. I mean, Who the hell gets married on Halloween? It was her first wedding, but it sure wasn’t her last. We were always afraid to talk about her previous marriages to her last husband – who didn’t know about one of her previous husbands, but we were never clear on which one. Yeah, he left her too. She’s now the crazy old lady that lives alone with her cats and screams at the neighborhood kids. I haven’t talked to her since my dad passed away, and I don’t look to hear anything more of her until I read on Drudge that her dessicated mummy was found by a city employee.

Pretty sad, I know.

6. What was the first concert you ever went to?

Wow, I got drug-around by the same crazy sister to some weird shit when I was growing up, so I’m not sure. The first I remember actually buying tickets to was “April Wine” and “Loverboy” to get the attention of a girl named “Fish.” (Honest – that was her last name!) We had to park several blocks away because of a full lot and limited parking due to construction. When we got to the gates, i realized the tickets were still in the ashtray of my car. She rocked the night away with some friends she found in line while I was retrieving the tickets. Oh, and the concert SUCKED. I had better times at the fairgrounds Coloseum seeing punk and ska bands… T.S.O.L., Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, 004. The one group I wish I had seen live? Talking Heads.

7. First tattoo or piercing?

Left ear – shortly after my eighteenth birthday. My favorite earring was a bundle of dynamite dangling by red and black wire from the detonator pinned to the earlobe. Those were my “punk days” when I also wore a silver and blue mohawk – among other styles and just about every conceivable unnatural color. The peircing has long since closed-over – I haven’t worn an earring since my mid-20′s. I don’t have any tattoos, I but have long entertained the idea. I’ve thought of adding a Smokin’ Elvis Boingo tribute… He’s the guy doin’ watermark time near the top of my page (and bulleting the sidebars). There is another image I would consider getting inked – but that’s a longer story than I would want to include here.

Well that’s my seven, and since I volunteered, I’m not tagging anyone. Ever wonder what made someone like Mrs. Who pick someone like me?? I do – and I count my blessings every day and hope she doesn’t wake-up and change her mind!

I found this little gem while surfing for tech gadgets. 

It’s an alarm clock. It’s “gimmick” is that when it’s time to wake you up in the morning, the ball takes flight, beeping or some such noisy carrying-on as it zooms through the air inside your bedroom.  It immediately becomes your job to silence the damned thing by catching it and returning it to its base.

Now, Mrs. Who will tell you I’m not a morning person…  So before anyone gets the bright idea to gift me with one of these or something similar, I’ll add this:  Whenever I am in my home (and usually when I’m out and about), I’m usually within quick reach of some kind of firearm…

Which makes this “alarm clock” nothing more than a one-round game of skeet.

‘Nuff said.

Well, not really, but it was our assignment some time ago when I took a photography class at the nearby community college.  I was actually looking for something else on my hard drive tonight, (never found it) and came across these and some other old photos.  I thought I’d put them to some kind of use…

If these old Timberland deck shoes could talk, they probably would tell one hell of a story.  They’re more than 25 years old, and I still wear ‘em.  Mrs. Who has threatened to throw them away several times, but so far, she’s been unsuccessful in her attemts to convince me they have to go for good.  They are, afterall, the shoes that brought me home.   And that, dear friends, is a long story.