Them’s Good Eatin’!

How about a few suggestions for veggies you can plant in your gardens? I already mentioned a couple of these to nikchick over at her LJ site, but this time I’ll expand things.

TASTY TOMATOES: Cherokee Purple, Brandywine, Mr. Stripey, Big Beef, Amish Paste

PEPPY PEPPERS: Jalapeno, Serrano, NuMex Big Jim, Yolo Wonder, Habanero, Thai Bird

A DELICIOUS CANTALOPE: Ambrosia This is a small but wonderfully sweet and tasty cantalope.

POLE BEANS: We grew Blue Lake last year, but I’ve heard that Tenderlake and Blue Wonder are also very good.

ZUCHINNI: There are some good Zuchinni varieties in both green and yellow types…BUT, only plant ONE plant. Believe me, you’ll get more than enough for your family AND your neighbors.

SALAD STUFF: Butter Lettuce and a good Mesclun Mix will keep you in salad until the hot weather hits. Once fall comes, plant both of them again for autumn salady goodness.

Time for work…more veggies later!

Forgive Me, Father, For I AM Sin

More from the Blogger page…

THINGS I LIKE

Ethnic Food: I’ve yet to encounter a culture that didn’t have several dishes I loved.

Dogs: Cats are ok, and before I became allergic to them I had them as companions from time to time, but nothing beats the love and devotion you get from a dog.

Westerns: Even tho I’ve seen most of the old western movies at least 3-4 times, I still love watching them. In fact, I’d put “High Plains Drifter” and “El Dorado” among my Top 25 Favorite movies of all time.

Strong Women: And by that I mean strong willed and independent. I grew up in a family where 90% of the women would have kicked your ass if you had told them they weren’t your equal, so I am ok with women who aren’t wimps.

Garlic: I don’t put it on my breakfast cereal, but damned near everything else I cook gets a good dose of it. And it’s GOOD for you!

Hot Weather: I grew up in the Central Valley of California, where summer temps are usually in the 90’s or 100’s, so I’m well acclimated to running around in the low humidity/high heat we have here in the summer.

The Three Stooges: With Curly or Shemp, if you please, not those later pale imitations of Curly.

Chocolate: Not quite as good as sex, but it can come very close when your jones is working overtime.

Sex: It’s fun, endlessly variable, simple to learn and we are born with all the parts we need to play the game in a solo version.

Reggae Music: I just cannot stay mad or sad if somebody starts playing reggae. It’s dem positive Irie vibrations, mon!

Cooking: Especially for women, who are usually much more appreciative than men when it comes to having somebody cook for them. My wife is a good example, since she says that my cooking is one of the top 3 reasons she married me.

Little Children: Little kids have all the curiosity, honesty, imagination and zest for life that many of us lose ’round about puberty.

Beer: As Tom T. Hall once wrote in a song, “It makes me a jolly good fellow!”

George Carlin: In his old age, he can sometimes get a bit preachy about things, but as he would say “So fuckin’ what!” After all these years he’s STILL funnier that 90% of the comedians out there.

Ice Cream: Darn near any flavor, as long as it doesn’t contain nuts. Godiva dark chocolate truffle is so good, it nearly makes me pop a woody.

I’ve Got John Wayne Stances, I’ve Got Errol Flynn Advances

Title courtesy of “Teacher I Need You” from the Elton John album “Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only The Piano Player”

I’ll start with this…

The Obligatory About Me Stuff

(This is expanded version of the About Me section of my website)

I Am…

Male
(which is good, cos I’d be one butt ugly woman)

50 years old
(I turned 50 in January. ’04)

A redhead
(tho the red is fast losing ground to the grey)

Fat
(not “big boned” or “husky” or “chubby” or any other fucking term that glosses over the truth)

Nearsighted
(Very nearsighted since age 7. And nowadays I need reading glasses, too)

A husband
(to Grace, my wife and Sweet Angel)

A stepfather
(to Louis, who is all grown up and living on his own)

A son
(to my mom. My dad died in 1984 and my stepdad died in 2003)

A brother & eldest child
(sister: Roseanna, brother: Kelly)

The Worlds Greatest Uncle
(to Zachary, Sarah, Christopher, Megan and Molly. They are all grown up now, ranging in age from 21 to 17. I feel so damned old)

A dog person
(My dog is a Bassett Hound/Beagle mix named Roscoe. He’s a fine old dog, even if he is stubborn, kinda stinky and snores when he sleeps)

A damned good cook
(I’ve been doing it since I was about 7 or 8 and I cooked professionally for several years, including my 4 years in the Navy)

A gardener
(Especially vegetables and California native plants)

A Navy veteran
(From 1972 to 1976, including nearly a year on the aircraft carrier Enterprise)

A gamer
(Roleplaying games, boardgames, a few card games, a few computer RPGs)

A Democrat
(And a mostly liberal one, at that. Kiss my ass, you slimy ultraconservative Republican dirtbags)

An Atheist
(Nothing else makes sense to me)

A psoriasis sufferer
(On the inside, I’m one healthy mofo, but On the outside, I must deal with traitorous skin.)

A dedicated tea drinker
(Starbucks and their yuppie coffee would be shit outta luck if they depended on my business. Yes, I know they haver tea, but I tried it and it sucks.)

A writer
(A few roleplaying adventures & supplements, some zines for ALARUMS & EXCURSIONS, several game reviews & articles for various RPG magazines and about 750,000 unfinished short stories & novels)

A beer drinker
(Guinness Stout is the Nectar of the Gods, baby!)

Allergic to cats
(I do NOT hate cats. Don’t have much use for them, but I don’t hate them.)

A big fan of the great pulp heroes
(Hey, I took my nickname from Doc Savage. Pity I can’t cloud men’s minds like the Shadow.)

A very funny fellow
(I only added this because so many of my friends and family have told me so)

10 Blue Budgies On A Three Day Drunk

Well, according to Dr. Boudreax, my liver and other internal organs are resisting any attempts by the methotrexate to beat them down. In fact, she upped my dosage to 4 pills. Now, if we see some results in the next week or so, I’ll be tickled pink.

We got a pretty good rain today, so I expect the garden will really take off like a ruptured duck once the sunny days return. My sea of poppies is in full bloom, along with my autumn sages, bachelors buttons and assorted other flowers. My spinach plot is now at the stage where I can pick the outer leaves, so Grace and I will be chowing down on spinach this weekend.

Saw a few more scenes from “Spider-man 2” tonight. Hot damn, that movie is gonna kick ass. Doc Ock looks so good it made me feel like I was 10 years old again and reading my cousins comics in the treehouse of doom.

Ack! It is late and I need my beauty sleep! More peanut blogger and jelly later.

Bringing A Hand Grenade To A Gunfight

In about 15 minutes, I’ll head off to see my dermatologist who will let me know if the methotrexate I’m taking is fucking with my liver. If it isn’t, I’ll take 3 more pills today and then wait with bated breath for my psoriasis to start clearing up.

In other health related news, THESE FUCKING ALLERGIES ARE DRIVING ME NUTS!!!!!! Just thought I’d share that.

I’m outta here. I’ll be back later with more bitching and whining:)

The Old Dude And The Old Dog

Well, my little ones, old Uncle Doc is still getting bitchslapped around by allergies. I’ve got a sore throat and my nose is stuffed up. Every so often I get a sneezing attack, which means I have wiped my nose to the early stages of rawness. My Sweet Angel is also feeling pretty poorly and took the day off yesterday to rest. Fortunately, Roscoe is allergy free and feeling ok…except when his arthritis flares up. Ain’t we just a sorryass bunch of old gimps?

Gotta go get my weekly blood test done this morning. So far, I’m not dying from liver failure, so I guess things are going well with the methotrexate.

The garden is awash with blooming poppies and other flowers, with about 7,000,000 blue bachelors buttons getting ready to bloom. I didn’t do much gardening this weekend due to the allergies, but I’ll have to hit the veggie bed soon.

Time to go give up some blood. More bloggage soon.

Get Me A Tall Tree And Some Short Ropes

The below is lifted from the LJ of muskrat_john because it is something that needs to be stopped ASAP.

Congressional Accountability for Judicial Activism Act of 2004
H. R. 3920
To allow Congress to reverse the judgments of the United States Supreme Court.

IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
March 9, 2004
Mr. LEWIS of Kentucky (for himself, Mr. DEMINT, Mr. EVERETT, Mr. POMBO, Mr. COBLE, Mr. COLLINS, Mr. GOODE, Mr. PITTS, Mr. FRANKS of Arizona, Mr. HEFLEY, Mr. DOOLITTLE, and Mr. KINGSTON) introduced the following bill; which was referred to the Committee on the Judiciary, and in addition to the Committee on Rules, for a period to be subsequently determined by
the Speaker, in each case for consideration of such provisions as fall within the jurisdiction of the committee concerned

A BILL
To allow Congress to reverse the judgments of the United States Supreme Court.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

This Act may be cited as the `Congressional Accountability for Judicial Activism Act of 2004′.

SEC. 2. CONGRESSIONAL REVERSAL OF SUPREME COURT JUDGMENTS.

The Congress may, if two thirds of each House agree, reverse a judgment of the United States Supreme Court–

(1) if that judgment is handed down after the date of the enactment of this Act; and
(2) to the extent that judgment concerns the constitutionality of an Act of Congress.

SEC. 3. PROCEDURE.

The procedure for reversing a judgment under section 2 shall be, as near as may be and consistent with the authority of each House of Congress to adopt its own rules of proceeding, the same as that used for considering whether or not to override a veto of legislation by the President.

SEC. 4. BASIS FOR ENACTMENT.

This Act is enacted pursuant to the power of Congress under article III, section 2, of the Constitution of the United States.

The “Mr. POMBO” is Richard Pombo, congressman from here in California. I suspect that the “Mr. Doolittle” is John Doolittle another congressman from California. Both of them are slimy conservative rightwing cocksuckers who will do whatever is necessary to fuck up California and the United States.

Call or write to your congressman and senators and tell them to put a stop to this bill.

NOTE from 2/11/06: HAH! Those miserable goatfuckers Pombo and Doolittle are both ass deep in the Abramoff scandal and, if there is any justice in the universe, will get hung high and lose the next election. Or better yet, the Democrats will take over and put their slimey Republican asses in jail.

But Mama, That’s Where The Fun Is

Unseasonably warm temperatures here in Nor Cal are causing much blooming among the plant life.

This is causing allergic reactions that are kicking the shit out of allergy sufferers such as myself. I would gladly remove my nose and sinuses and put them in a box for a couple of weeks if I could.

And on top of these friggin’ allergies, tomorrow I start taking methotrexate (a cancer chemotherapy drug) to treat my psoriasis. There is a small chance it can cause liver damage, so for the first month I have to get my blood checked every week AND pay my dermatologist a visit. Supposedly, it will pretty much cause the psoriasis to go bye bye as long as I take the drug. After 30 years of ointments, creams, UV light boxes and other treatments, I’m willing to give this drug a try…until the first fucking sign it is messing with my liver, then it is outta here.

It ain’t easy being me.

NOTE from 2/11/06: What the fuck was I thinking letting that doctor give me a fuckin’ chemotherapy drug for my psoriasis? Shit! I coulda fucked myself up. Fortunately, despite it doing an ok job on the psoriasis, the UVB light treatments work better, so I only took that crap for a couple of months.

Barbecued Bad Boy

The above title refers to what my poor tired body looks like after two days out in the sun gardening. Aided by my friend Sharon (who helps me in the garden because she likes gardening, enjoys the exercise and gets to eat lots of veggies and fruits when they ripen) we planted all the plants I bought last week as well as moved about half of the 6 cubic yards of soil that I had delivered yesterday morning. Oh yeah, we also turned over the entire veggie garden bed so it is ready to be planted in a couple of weeks (after the tomatoes grow a bit more and the veggie selection at local nurseries increases).

As usual, this first really sunny weekend in the garden resulted in me getting sunburned like a motherfucker. Fortunately, for a pale assed Celtic whiteboy, I don’t stay sunburned for long. In fact, with any luck I’ll have a pretty nice tan come June or July.

And now it’s dinnertime. More bloggage later.

Clams From Hell

…no, really, they are clams and they come from Hell.

Blame this on Nicole Lindroos. I read it on her LJ blog and felt compelled to do my own version.

(Note from 2020: Now with added commentary from the future!)

A – Age: 50  (Egads! this was almost 16+ years ago!)
B – Band listening to right now: Joe Strummer and the Mescalaros
C – Career in future: Retired old fart?  (DONE!)
D – Dad’s name: Bill
E – Easiest person to talk to: my dog, Roscoe
F – Favorite song at the moment: Redemption Song by Bob Marley
G – Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: None of the above
H – Hometown: I was born in Stockton, California, but grew up in/outside Marysville, California and now live in Sacramento, California
I – Instruments: Drums, many decades ago
J – Job title: Mr. Bad Example:)
K – Kids: None that I’m aware of.  (Still good on this one!)
L – Longest car ride ever: San Francisco to Manchester, New Hampshire with a woman who never shut up, her goofy husband and a quiet guy with nuclear flatulence.
M – Mum’s name: Gerry
N – Number of siblings: one brother, one sister
O – Oldest sibling: Me
P – Phobia[s]: Very small spaces
Q – Quote you like: “Diplomacy is the art of saying ‘Nice Doggy’ while reaching for a rock” Will Rogers
R – Reason to smile: My Sweet Angel, Grace (Still true after 24 years)
S – Song you sang last: Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner by Warren Zevon
T – Time you wake up: 7:00 AM on weekdays, 9:00 AM on weekends
U – Unknown fact about me: Beats the hell outta me…my life is pretty open. (Mostly)
V – Vegetable you hate: Broccoli
W – Worst habit: Restraining my urge to bitchslap idiots   (Replace “bitchslap with “stab”)
X – X-rays you’ve had: Over the years, pretty much everything. (And what hasn’t been X-rayed has been ultrasounded or MRId)
Y – Yummy food: Hmmm…probably Mexican  (Or Indian)
Z – Zodiac sign: Aquarius

ORIGASMI: The Art Of Folding Paper Into Sex Toys

Where do I come up with this stuff?:)

In the interest of reaching as many of you poor entertainment starved citizens as possible, I’m going to start cross posting my bloggage on my Live Journal page. Anyone who bitches about this will get my size 12 red sneaker up their ass.

(Note From 11/11/2017: Yeah, this was from way back in the ancient days of LiveJournal, when my first blog was on Blogger. How quaint.)

 

I’m also going to try to have less “daily news” and a bit more creative stuff. Don’t look for great philosophical prose or outpourings of my deepest inner soul, but you might get a few more or less fictionalized tales from my Wild and Misspent Youth:) And maybe some gardening tips and a recipe or two.

And the wack job titles WILL continue:)

NOTE FROM 2-10-06: Less “daily news”? I sure screwed the pooch on that one, eh? Still, I really ought to write up something from My Wild And Misspent Youth. And I should give more gardening tips and recipes, just to help enlighten you, the poor huddled masses:)