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I have come down with yet another cold.

This makes the third in 3 months. (guess I’m down to 597 to go if the 600 colds in your lifetime is true)

Woke up Sunday feeling like shit then as the day progressed I started feeling worse. 

After an hour of wrestling with myself over it, I canceled going to a shooting match in Palm Springs. Talk about pissing me off!

I went back to bed. When I woke up several hours later I felt worse. I was just pissed off enough that I did chores anyway. Poo patrol, laundry, even cooking a meatloaf.

With the exception of having my cock sucked damn well and generally feeling good about that. I slept most of Monday away. 

This morning I’m feeling a bit better. My head still feels like it the size of the house and my throat is still swollen but I’m mending.

I applied the rule established several months ago. “Don’t write when you feel like crap” because you never know what’s likely to end up in print.

So that you’re seeing this post is a good sign.

Now hopefully I can get something constructive done today. Provided I don’t find someone to play with… When I’m like this I’m easily distracted. But then what guy isn’t all about having his pipes cleaned when he’s feeling crappy?

Folks say that men are babies when we’re sick… Yeah probably. 

The other side of the coin is we like being treated like kings.

Think about it… we’re waited on, sexually serviced, and get to sleep as much as we want. That my friends makes being sick almost worth it.

Something that tickled my funny bone

While I was out and about I stopped by Bass Pro to pick some items up.

I was planning to do my second Run & Shoot competition today.

Unfortunately, during the night I’ve come down with something.  When I got up this morning I didn’t feel great but I was still ok.

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By the time I was showered and ready to go I felt completely lousy!

So I stayed home and am nursing whatever ailment I’ve picked up.

At first I thought that something I ate had just disagreed with me. But I’m thinking now it’s something more like a cold / flu / stomach bug / whatever.

I’m achey and feverish.

There is a part of me that wonders if I’d gone out to Palm Springs if the heat wouldn’t have made me feel better. I’m tired of being cold!

Just as I was getting into wearing shorts & enjoying the warmth of Spring…. We’ve had a cold front move through and it 40 outside… Again!

I swear, we didn’t have a Winter… and Now it looks like we’re not going to have a Spring either! I’ve actually been wondering if I should shut the sprinklers down again because the temps have been dropping so low.

Of course if I just got out there and installed the rain/freeze sensor on the sprinkler control unit I wouldn’t have to worry about it quite so much.

The photo above is the result of my putting these items on the counter at Bass Pro yesterday. It just seemed such a contrast. The candy corn is for the godson and the ammo was going to be used today.

The grouping was just so redneck I couldn’t help but laugh.

I don’t think the little girl at the counter saw the joke, she probably thought I’m a bit strange.

As I was coming home I was thinking about a series of photos that would be priceless.

Ammo, diapers, milk, moonpie, RC Cola and a 6-pack.

Condoms, Ammo, and a home pregnancy test.

You see the pattern…

I’m thinking I’ll pull out the camera, tripod, and a nice backdrop then start taking photos that document the redneck experience in the early 21st century

Might be interesting…


Chores of the day…

Poo Patrol!

Thank you Saint Mike Rowe you are an inspiration to me each and every time I have to dig out that little shit shovel!

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Weedwacker

Weed whacking.

This activity always results in my bleeding. Today it was a busted knuckle… There’s a lot of small rocks and in some places little bits of melted metal and fused glass. I always start the weed whacking process with a walk over the ground to pick up anything loose or sharp. I always miss something and whatever I miss always ends up being flung at a high velocity toward whatever exposed skin is closest. Today it was my left knuckle… Last week it was the back of my right hand.

Technology issues.

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Last night I flip on the satellite box in the living room and my TV image was a lovely shade of pink. And that lovely shade was on all channels. I’m thinking it’s something with the satellite box, reset, power down, reset and for just an instant everything is good then PINK! After many hours and substituting cables, moving things around and generally messing around. I come to the conclusion that if I remove the surround sound system (Which all HDMI is routed through) the problem goes away. I call the manufacturer and they’re very nice they tell me I’m out of warranty but that for a flat (and inexpensive) rate they’ll make necessary repairs then return the unit to me with a 1 year warranty. Nice! Service with a smile. They even apologized for the repair possibly taking up to two weeks. Really? That’s nothing… I’ve rerouted all the HDMI cabling to use the TVs internal systems so it’s no big deal. I did however choose not to connect the XBox directly to the TV. Not that I couldn’t it would just require getting behind a credenza and working in a very narrow space which I would have to undo when the surround system gets back. As it stands, Satellite, Apple TV, and DVD are all online I can live without the XBox for a while. If I really need an XBox fix… I can always make the connections.


I’m Hooked!

I’m totally hooked on my new Domain host provider.

These folks rock!

There’s a steep learning curve to any new venture and so far I’m impressed with the way things are going. While I haven’t been living on their phones I can say that they’re there 24/7 and It’s really nice to know that.

For example, I’ve been bringing things online just by poking around in their menus. My new blog is an example of “Oh Yeah… I want that blog here…” Then installing the appropriate stuff.

I was thinking “OH Shit!… I really don’t want to have to transfer each item one by one” Then I noticed  simple little application that said it could grab my entire Blogger blog and move it.

I was dubious… But figured hat the hell? I have direct control over the files and If necessary I can blow em all away and recreate the new blog site.

Guess what? The little application worked just as advertised. These folks also handle moving your Apple web pages seamlessly and can take the data right from your existing iweb application.

So here’s my recommendation Click on the animated link below, It’ll take you to their site and they’ll get you started right away.

As I progress I’ll occasionally post updates about my experiences.

Thus far… I’m seriously impressed. If a moron like me can make heads or tails out of the way they set things up… ANYBODY CAN!

Bad Dreams

Usually, I sleep the sleep of the dead.

If I have dreams, they’re most often of a highly erotic nature or if I’ve been playing a little too much Xbox then my dreams are… shall we say all about the violence.

Sometimes the sex and violence combine into a disturbingly satisfying, purely visceral fantasy that satisfies my inner primitives blood lust.

These dreams can’t be considered by any stretch of the imagination to be bad. They’re my own private world and while some of the scenes and imagery may appear in the pages of a story or book that I may be writing… They’re not likely to ever become reality.


The dream last night… In fact the one that woke me at 5AM was of a completely different kind.

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In this nightmare I was being forced out of my home so that a Locust kind of person could move in. I was still going to have to pay the mortgage and I wasn’t being allowed to take any of my really good stuff.

This person and their family were standing at the door to the house with a cop and pointing at objects like my computer, watch, furniture, etc and keeping all the best stuff. But they and the cop were making me take other stuff. Many of the things I was being allowed to take weren’t even things that were in my house (Nor would they be).

All the items I could take were broken in some way.

The cop was pointing his gun at me the whole time.

In the dream I considered taking the gun from him and making he & these other people leave my home. But when I looked outside, there were police cars and police 100 deep on my lawn. There was no way to win, and I couldn’t see going out in a blaze of glory over stuff.

Toward the end of the dream the Locust was screaming at me in broken English that I couldn’t leave the broken stuff in the trash cans. I had to take it all with me or be arrested. Problem was that these people wouldn’t let me have my car, motorcycle or my truck. They grudgingly let me have my bicycle only after one really fat member of the Locust family sat on it, bending the frame and the front rim.

When I made it clear it was impossible for me to carry everything in one trip. All the police put their coffee down and aimed their guns at me.

That’s when I woke up…

That’s why I’ve been up since 5, and why you’re reading this insanity.


My Brother will no doubt have a field day with this one. He’d say something like this is a reflection of my thoughts on California (Kalifornia, the way he spells it). He may be correct. I think this may be a reflection of my thoughts on where this country as a whole is headed.

This nightmare may have been triggered by an article my Brother sent me.

In the article, a 13 year old boy and a 43 year old adult were arrested. Believe me, In Southern California this is nothing new. What was interesting is what they were arrested for…

The 13 year old was supposedly sitting on a roof with a rifle. As it turns out the “Rifle” was a BB gun. Other “Weapons” recovered were a replica 9mm pistol and an inert M136 AT4 “LAW” anti-tank weapon.

So lets step through this again.

A 13 year old with a BB gun

Living in a house where theres a REPLICA 9MM pistol

And an INERT anti-tank weapon.

Hummmm….

replica

noun

1.reproductionmodelcopyimitationfacsimilecarbon copy (informal)It was a replica, for display only.

inert

adjective

Nope… The definitions of these words hasn’t changed…. I figured I’d check god knows I miss memos all the time…

So what laws were broken? What justified the arrest of the 43 year old adult and sending the 13 year old to juvenile hall?

Hell, when I was growing up I had an INERT artillery shell from the ship my Father served on, I used it as a door stop…

I suppose that NOW I’d be arrested for having something that had no powder in it, no primer, and which I had NO capacity to fire since the gun that fired this shell was mounted on the deck of a ship.

The article says “suspicion of possession of a stolen weapon and possession of illegal weapons.” The BB gun isn’t illegal, nor is a replica 9mm.

Which leaves the inert anti-tank weapon and begs the following question;

If you have no ammunition, and no capacity to obtain ammunition for a weapon, is it still a weapon?