Thursday, July 16, 2009

We are going to be gr.....





Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Flat iron steak

is super delicious, as I have finally found out.

So it had to be followed by homemade chocolate cherry icecream.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!

For those who are having the unfortunate opportunity to arrive here, this blog is an early blog just so I could harass my little sister (Froth), who then leaped to Wordpress, then quit, then started up again, then quit, then started up again on Blogger.

So I have not kept this blog up, and fortunately it seems not to link to my alternate personalities,
6 female, 2 male, wait, let me check,

if you count okcupid, myspace (which is mostly dead), blogger, wordpress, let's see,
12 female, 6 active, maybe more but I've lost track
4 male, 3 active, but they're all preverts

schizophrenia, it's not for the lazy, especially if it's latent

buy me a beer, and i'll tell you how i got my diagnosis from a Navy doctor, it's actually interesting, as opposed to most of this drivel.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

the world is full of icky people

Susan Boyle isn't trying to become a Celine Dion or Barbara Streisand. She simply went on "Britain's Got Talent" to just try and do something that her dead mom suggested.
She's not trying to take over the world or being something she's not.

Do not make her over. Let her be her. And yes she does have talent, and yes there are plenty of people more talented than her. So what. Let her have her 15 minutes and shut the fuck.

She's quite funny and goofy. Just go with the flow, enjoy.

Ah, I know I feel better now.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009


A british movie called "Millions" is about this cute little boy who knows everything about saints and religious figures and who has a bundle of money fall on him which he thinks is from God, and he and his older brother try and spend it or give it away, but that turns out to be harder than they ever imagined.

Funny, sweet movie well worth asking for.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

My faux persona

I only keep this blog to remind me of my three alt personalities who are wild and crazy.
But sometimes I find it the quickest link to my wittle baby seeester.
The Froth.
Feral pigs and pumas stalk her, so please be watchful and protect her.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sometimes you get a hint

That you're not supposed to do something.
What you've been training for is still good stuff, but you're immediate goal is not what you originally intended.
Caught a nasty cold. Big stair climb is off.
But they still get my money for leukemia research, but it's annoying not to be able to do the climb.
but next year, I'll be in good enough shape, enough advance notice to
wipe some ass.

12 minutes, i tell you i can to it in twelve minutes, no caps NO CAPS, no PUNCtuatION involved.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Nuts is as nuts does

So I'm gonna try and haul my stomach up 69 flights of stairs for a good cause.
I have done that in practice and should be able to finish in under 30 minutes,
hopefully under 20, but my practice stairs aren't 69 contiguous flights,
so it's hard to tell if I'm really ready.

But the stair monster says I am. It's a big ugly stair stepper and I'm not gonna argue.

Supposedly there's massages at the end of this climb, but I've been reading the fine print and I don't think overweight farting geezers will be first in line. Damn.

At least I made the monetary goal so next year I can do this again. What? Are I crazy? Yah, sure, ya betcha. How else you gonna stay in shape in geezerhood if you don't kill yourself trying!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Today was lovely

So I stayed inside, lest the insideous yardwork beckon to me.

Once you start, you cannot stop.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Only the dead, die

So what goes around, comes upchuck.

Some people are now on blogger that used to be and then were not and there were/are.

Alas, I had forgotten who I wis, and my only blogger personalities were my wandering girls.

I'm sure some of you are dying for the update.

One is living alone in a remote town where it appears she was/is a succubus, and the town is empty, and she's getting ready to ride a bike to try to find civilization again.

Numero Two is just a free spirit with no brains and a lot of alcoholic input. Boring.

And the old timer 3 is preggers! and handling it pretty good for a scrawny neurotic.

Since I get about 1 hit per year here, if you need the link let me know.

Just comment: dude, i need a wife, set me up!