The Finger Of Doom Picks The Nose Of Curiosity

The post that was originally here was boring and written in a hurry. How about if I replace it with a Doc Fact?

Doc Fact #1: When I was about 11 or 12, I had a pet duck named Duck. If I called to him, he’d answer with a loud quack and come running. He used to hang out with our two dogs and come to the end of our driveway to meet us when the school bus dropped us off.

Eventually, Duck got a wife (Mrs. Duck) and some kids. When I started 8th grade, I gave him to some nice folks who could give him and his wife more attention. He lived a good long ducky life.


Free Range Celtic White Boy

…I wear a radio collar so Grace can track me


(This post now with RETCON! from 2017)

Hmmmm…no posts in almost a week…could it be that nothing of much importance has happened? Well, yeah. Both Grace and I have been busting our asses at work all week. My week has actually gone fairly smoothly, mostly due to the fact that my halfwitted cunt of a boss has been gone most of the week. (She later went to work someplace else, possibly at a training school for halfwitted cunts)

The garden continues to flourish and the veggie garden is off to a good start. I’ve been thinning out the rampant mass of California Poppies that threatens to crush everything else like some floral juggernaut, so things are looking nicer.  (Those poppies went apeshit that year)

This weekend will find me doing more gardening, buying a bicycle, bathing Roscoe the Wonder Dog, maybe taking a drive with my Sweet Little Celestial Parrotlet Of Cuteness so we can look at country property (with an eye towards buying some in a couple of years), possibly going to a movie and just maybe getting into some trouble:)  (Did not buy the bicycle for about 11 years. Not sure if we bathed Roscoe. REALLY wish we’d bought some country property.)

I Was So Much Older Then. I’m Younger Than That Now.

Now with commentary from 2019!


It was shopping day for Uncle Doc today. Bought a kilt from the Sport Kilt folks who were out at the Scottish Games in Woodland. Damn, this thing is COMFY…and very freeing, if ya get my drift:) (as long as a mosquito does not fly up and bite your junk) I think I’ll buy at least one more. And there will be pix soon, for you curious folks who wonder how the Great and Powerful Doc looks in a kilt:)

Also bought some gardening stuff and a couple of used CDs (The Essential Byrds and Endless Summer by the Beach Boys).

Grace bought her PDA yesterday. It’s a Palm Tungsten E. She is having fun playing with it and getting to know it. (It was the new hotness 15 years ago. Now I doubt if most folks even remember them)

Next weekend, I’m going to buy a bicycle. It’s been years since I had one and I miss riding around. (Nope, did not buy a bicycle.)

And now, a bit of kicking back before I go finish planting veggies…while wearing the kilt. THAT ought to get the neighbors talking:) (Considering how they reacted years later to taking dogs and disappearing buses and shit, I’ll bet they wish I’d go back to gardening in a kilt.)

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 2017: Now with added commentary from the future!)

A – Age: 50  (Egads! this was almost 14 years ago!)
B – Band listening to right now: Joe Strummer and the Mescalaros
C – Career in future: Retired old fart?  (Not yet)
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 21 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.
Y – Yummy food: Hmmm…probably Mexican  (Or Indian)
Z – Zodiac sign: Aquarius