In Dog We Trust

…as long as we’re not trusting him with food:)

What follows is stream of conciousness stuff that has been bouncing around in my head since my last post. Enjoy…or not…whatever.

Fuck allergies. Fuck them with a white hot metal fencepost wrapped in razor wire. Twice.

I’m pretty sure that most of the populace of the United States agrees with me that if our soldiers were not in Mid East and we didn’t need the oil, the whole area could vanish from the face of the earth and we would not give a rats ass.

If you want an escape from the “Will winter NEVER end?” blues, it’s hard to beat eating a salad made from tender new greens outta your garden.

While it does not irredeemably suck ass, “Iron Chef America” is still a very pale imitation of the original. Maybe the addition of Cat Cora as the first female Iron Chef will help kick things up a notch.

After a rather long while, it looks as tho I’ll soon be doing some RPG writing again.

If Terri Schiavo had been my wife, there is no way in hell I would have let her languish for 15 fuckin’ years. She would have had a quick and painless death long ago and her family, church, the courts and the government be damned.

“Lost” gets stranger by the episode, yet Grace and I are powerless to turn away. Maybe that’s why they titled it “Lost”.

I’m Mr. Bad Example…

I really am, according to this…

Kinky bastard!
Grats! You’re 80% kinky!
Well well well, you kinky bastard! Most likely you’re into some weird shit, which is always great. Consider mailing the author of this test, and keep up the good work ;)

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on kinkpoints

Link: The Kinkyness Test written by nilnisicruce on Ok Cupid

Surfing On a Crime Wave

We just got done watching “Dragons: A Fantasy Made Real” on Animal Planet. Pretty cool show, altho I would have liked to have seen more on the feathered serpents and other draconians of the New World. Still, a fun show to watch. And narrated by Patrick Stewart!

On April 10th, Discovery Channel is going to run a program called “Supervolcano”, a dramatization of how the pyroclastic shit will hit the fan when the Yellowstone supercaldera finally blows up. Should be interesting to watch.

Water Go Down The Hole!

Quote courtesy of Baby Plucky Duck on “Tiny Toon Adventures”

Holy shit! Just as few minutes ago the sky just opened up and dumped more rain in about 10 minutes than I’ve ever seen…even when I was in the tropics. Knocked out the power to everyone except us, looks like. And HAIL fell…a bunch of it. Hope it doesn’t damage my spinach and lettuce.

Roscoe got up outta bed in the middle of all that and wanted to go out and pee. I opened the front door for him (he was on a 16 foot leash) and he looked at the Weather From Hell and then gave me a “You have GOT to be shitting me” look…and then he peed on the porch. Which is what I would have done in his place.

Oh yeah, summer and the dry heat just can’t come fast enough for me.

She Was Wearing A Sword And A Smile And Nothing Else

Yeah, 1979 was a good year:)

It’s allergy season here in the Great Cental Valley and, as usual, IT FUCKING SUCKS! I’ve been sneezing and blowing my nose and having my eyes itch and feeling crappy all week. I’m getting REALLY tired of it. At least I’m not alone, since it seems like every other person in Sacramento is getting a ride on the Allergy Express. Hopefully, I’ll be free of this crap in another week or so.

It’s supposed to be rainy this weekend, so instead of doing my gardening thing, I’ll most likely do some more writing. I may even tempt my Sweet Little Rockhopper Penguin Of Love into playing a boardgame or two.

Well, I think I’ll have another sneezing attack and then go play a bit of Runescape before heading off to work. More bloggage later

Magic Puppy Time

Or not:)

I made a serious attempt to work myself to death today. I pulled weeds in the garden, which required me to be bent over more than a new punk in Cell Block D. I transplanted a bunch of plants, including more daylilies. I raked, hoed, watered and hauled piles of weeds to the Humongous Big Compost Pile.

And then I came inside and tore up all the carpet in the hallway to the bedrooms. It was old and stained by the pee accidents that Roscoe has had since his bladder control has been weakening, so out it went. Eventually, ALL the carpeting and other floorings in this house will be removed and replaced with some form of laminate.

After all that, I took a shower and collapsed into the recliner I’m sitting in now. I shall sleep well tonight.

In other news…the trailer for SIN CITY looks totally fucking cool! I can hardly wait to see the full film.

I enjoyed Wil Wheaton’s stint on CSI the other night. Go, Big Willy!

Besides being a slave to my horticultural demons, I did manage to get some writing done this weekend. I won’t say what I wrote just yet, but it’s lookin’ pretty good.

Well, time to rise up outta this chair and start a pot of spaghetti sauce cooking. More bloggishness later.