A Christmas Wish

December 4, 2009

It’s been over a year since I posted anything. Not that it matters since nobody reads this anymore, but that’s OK. The links on the right are still some of my favorite haunts, and I’m still around whether I post a comment on one of those sites, or make some arbitrary post here…   But I don’t know if I’ve just grown out of the “blog” craze and moved on to the “Facebook” craze (for a while anyway), or just tired of the getting into my blog mindset of posting odd links and stories. The blog was always for me to spout off childish rantings, and nothing else. By that, I mean I wasn’t looking to be Little Green Footballs, but I could goof off anonymously. But now it just makes no sense to continue any of this. I’ve been off for over a year, and had no desire to post anything. So more than likely this will be it. The last post. The final rant. The blog will stay of course. It’s too full of nutty goodness to delete, but I just don’t see any reason to put effort into a site I really don’t care about. So…..

It was a good 3+ year run. Lingo, Peekah, PJ, Kami, Sam… You are all good people, and I’ve been damn lucky to know a little bit about all of you. This post goes out to you.

I posted this two years ago, but it never hurts to relive the old things.

A Christmas card for you:


And a poem that sums up the true meaning of Christmas:

Dear Santa,

Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away

I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there’s a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it’s for.

I quietly unfold it
making sure you’re still asleep,
It’s a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.

It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
a new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.

But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.

You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.

Then you asked Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.

You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
“Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay.”

“And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat.”

“Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I’m leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year.”

“And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus’ birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
good will and peace on earth.”

“There’s one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you’d smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree.”

I pulled the letter close to me’
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hand had written
what no other could impart.

“And a little child shall lead them,”
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.

–Author Unknown–

May the spirit of Christmas follow you throughout your life and may your troubles be few.

Merry Christmas, y’all!

I’m Sorry….

November 5, 2008

Just taking a line from the morons during the last election and their sophomoric attempt at apologising to the world for having Bush as a president.  I would like to formally apologise right now, the day after the election, that the United States is filled with enough people to vote for a man with no experience in governance, no experience in leadership (unless you count getting people to organize a block party in Chicago) and no experience in crisis. But…..


Some of the things you will never hear me say that were said by the nutty left about Bush follows:


1. I’m leaving the country because Nobama was elected. (Odd, after all the celebuturds announced that bit of trash talk I don’t remember a single one leaving the country. (Wish they had)


2. I need therapy because of my fear of Nobama.


3. Calling the president a chimp.


4. Referring to him as Hitler, although I think he has a Karl Marx outlook. And since I’m on this subject, can anyone tell me what freedoms you lost under Bush?… Anyone? Didn’t think so.


5. Calling the president stupid. (AKA mental ability)


6. Refer to the White House as the “Black House” since it’s an obvious racial slur that I’m sure some left-wingers would be happy to throw around if the man was a black conservative.


7. Calling anyone on his staff the anti-Christ, Aunt Jemima, or Uncle Tom.


8. Most inportantly, I will never say that Nobama is not my president. I did not vote for the man, and do not trust him, but he has my respect as our leader-elect.


So, I hope everyone enjoys their new tax increases, dealings with terrorist state leaders, economy crushing regulation of industry, and socialist programs to be implemented under Nobama’s tenure. Say a prayer people. Say a prayer.


40 Years Ago Today

November 6, 2007


You have the right to remain naked

Former Brazos County juvenile probation officer Sarah Celeste Farmer, 29, admitted to having a sexual relationship with a teen. According to court documents, Farmer had sex with the teen at his parent’s house earlier this year.

Prior to working with Brazos County, Farmer spent a year working as a recreational assistant at College Station’s EXIT Teen Center, described on its Web site as “a safe place that offers supervised recreation and after-school education” for youths.

Author note: I should have started my delinquency at a younger age so I could have received some of that “supervised recreation.”

The Internet is filled with crap. I’m just here to shovel some of it to you.

1.  Please have a heart and donate your slightly used 1968 pennies to this fine gentleman. Great scam if you can get it, I guess.


2. Is it art or crap? Since the “Dogs playing poker” is absent, I’m saying it’s all crap.


3. Banana faces?


4. Bee dogs. Why would you humiliate your pet in this way?


5. Someone is paying a hosting company for the site below:


6. At least he’s not flinging feces.


7. Make your voice heard in the age-old debate of which came first


8. Coat hangers in your nose and lots of fun facts you really shouldn’t care about.


9. Nah… This isn’t racist at all.


10. I do this every day at work so I don’t need help in the form of a game. Working at home does has its perks.


11. Contrary to popular belief, if you dug a hole and kept digging you probably would not end up in China.


12. The saying goes something like “Every time a door closes, God opens a window”… or a checking account… or something. On this site, God has nothing to do with it.


13. I know someone that has physics playing cards. They would like this.


14. Because I am a child of the 70s, I offer a look at my life growing up. Nothing can beat the feel of two inch thick green shag carpet between your toes.


15. A final one for Steph.


6 And Counting

September 11, 2007


August 16, 2007


Nothing cools you down better than icey frog on a stick.

Sweet Ride Part 2

June 30, 2007

Sweet ride

It’s a chick magnet… A geeky chick magnet

I never got the whole idea behind fashion. Face it, I’m a guy. And while I prefer to be presentable, I don’t go out of my way to be a trendsetter with the clothing I wear. I think it’s better that way. I’ve also never understood the fascination with shopping. When I shop I want to get in and get out. My last girlfriend also said that I have the same approach to love making, but that’s a story for another time… Anyway, shopping for clothes. I know what I want to buy before I go into a store. If I’m looking for a pair of jeans I head straight for the jeans section and pull two or three pair. I try them on in under 5 minutes and if they fit I head right to the checkout counter. Women are wired differently in that respect since I can’t figure out the desire to be in one store for three hours. There’s also no need for me to compare designs or fabric, unlike women with their strange need to try on everything in the store and ask their shopping friends how it looks on them.

So I’m glad I’m a guy, and also glad I’ll never purchase anything from the links below.

1. Buy yourself some Hippie Skivies. By the way, the two models shown on the page are the farthest removed from being hippies out of anyone I have ever seen. Show me a couple of hairy, disheveled, scruffy people wearing your product after 3 months of not taking a bath and I’ll believe in your advertising. One question: Do hippies even wear underwear?


2. The best way to show everyone you are a hipster… or a complete moron… is do-it-yourself shoe design.


3. Finally, forget making your own shoes!!! Have some made for you… Like a pair of KISS boots, Star Wars boots, or God help you people if you do… Batman boots.


If you order today, for only $30.00, I’ll send you a replica of Jimmy Buffet’s soiled flip-flops.