Year End Meme

Got this little meme from Love and Other Strange Drugs : Post the first sentence from the first post from every month of 2006. So, here goes nothing:
Jan: Plane crashes are something else.
Feb: Never, ever borrow someone else's video-game controller.
Mar: I live on a quiet side street.
Apr: KG and I received a nice surprise kick in the figurative balls today.
May: Not much happening over here worth reporting.
Jun: There's a bit of a disconnect between what is and what should be.
Jul: My little sister just turned 31.
Aug: Coolest freakin toy ever...
Sep: After looking at 30+ houses, I think we may finally be done.
Oct: Oh, I'm sure some day the boy will hate me for this.
Nov: I've said again and again that I've lost my ability to be outraged.
Dec: One of my favorite SNL bits ever...

Eat well, shit strong

Strange, I've lived 33 years and had never heard of this Christmas custom until today.

Next year should prove interesting in our household.

Weekend Recap

It was a busy one.

Saturday: Had an eye appointment in the morning, got contacts. In laws cam over in the afternoon, KG took Moe to the vet for a check up. My parents came over in the evening, KG and I headed to the People's Republic of Cambridge for a wine and cheese party hosted by Names and C. KG got really drunk, talked some shit on the way home, puked up all the wine when we got home and went to sleep. I passed out on the couch.

Sunday: KG had a mean hang over and was useless. We all went out and bought a Christmas tree. KG took the baby to the doctor's and ended up at the hospital for chest x-rays. No pneumonia, but she's on a nebulizer now. Every 4-6 hours. Fun.

We have a 4 day weekend coming up, and I'm looking forward to it.

That is all.

Farewell, Stewie

So, last night was kind of a bummer. We gave one of our cats away.
Stewie was a stray that KG adopted when we first started dating. That was 6 years ago. He's been my little buddy ever since.
Shortly after my son was born, we adopted another little stray, Moe. With the addition of another cat and a baby, Stewie started acting up. mostly spraying. He's been a problem cat since. He needs a lot of attention, and our house was getting a little full for him.
KG sent the following email to some people she works with:
Please help me find a new home for my cat, Stewie.

I adopted Stewie in 2000, when he was just a kitten. He loved cuddling and playing. He was always happy, and being the new baby, he was the center of attention.

As the years have passed, our family has increased by another adopted stray kitten and two human babies, and Stewie is not the happy kitty he used to be. He misses the games of bathtub hide and seek, bat the fuzzy mouse, and fishing for the feathery thing we used to play.

I feel bad that I cannot give Stewie the attention he wants and make him the happy, carefree kitty he used to be, but I barely have enough time in the day to give my son the attention he needs, let alone my cats.

If you or anyone you know would want a kitty to play with and love and give lots of attention to, please let me know.

Stewie is 6 years old now, and is all black. He is healthy and up-to-date with medical checkups and shots. He even had his teeth cleaned in April.

He would be happiest in a home where he was the only cat. If someone could make room for him in their home, I would provide a brand new litter box and food and water bowls.

Please forward this to anyone you can think of who might be interested.
Stewie is a very loving kitty who deserves the best home he can have.

Well, yesterday a girl she works with asked if she could take him. I stopped on the way home and bought a litter box and bowl. Around 8PM she came over and took Stewie with her.
I'm hoping he'll be happy in his new home. I'm glad to be down to 2 cats and not have spraying and urine problems anymore. But I still feel bad.



I'll miss you, little buddy.

Robot Insurance

One of my favorite SNL bits ever...

Funny ha-ha, Dr. Jones

It's a shame

From the newest album by The Residents, Tweedles:

Funnier than legless lepers singing "Born to Lose"
Funnier than Jesus crucified in high heel shoes
Funnier than Adolph Hitler butt fucked by baboons
Funnier than obese babies popping like balloons.
Funnier than masturbating midget residue
Funnier than the Pope's penis being barbequed
Is the goofy sense of humor that you never lose
Even though your drunken daddy loved you like a bruise."

Those wacky Japanese

Stupid Hyperfocus

Finally, after 3 days, I'm done tagging all 329 posts on this damn blog. Here's a breakdown:

Asshole Neighbors (6) ( I thought there would be more of these)
Current Events (17) ( none of them current now)
Friction (2) (creative writing)
Fubar (18) (messed up shit from around the world)
Life. It's Bigger. (134) (my life, not surprising it's the highest number)
Lists (16) (memes, etc)
Misc (30) (mostly links)
Pics (40) (I thought this would be higher as well)
Prose (7) (more creative writing)
Rant (31) (again, I thought this would be higher)
Star Wars (37) (not surprising)
The Residents (8) (They deserve their own tag)
Trooping (14) (I don't get out much)
Video (7) (youtube)
Work (30) (sucks)
Zombies (2) (I need to talk more about this)

So, that was fun. Pointless, but entertaining.

Proud to be American

I've got nothing to add. Nothing.

Stupid beta blogger

Well, to be fair it's really more of a "stupid user" situation.

I spent about 90% of my day at work adding tags to all my posts. I'm still not half done, and it's now 11PM and I'm friggin tired.

Stupid hyperfocus.

Spaceship Yamato!

We're off to outer space
We're leaving Mother Earth
To save the human race
Our Star Blazers

Searching for a distant star
Heading off to Iscandar
Leaving all we love behind
Who knows what danger we'll find?

We must be strong and brave
Our home we've got to save
If we don't in just one year
Mother Earth will disappear

Fighting with the Gamilons
We won't stop until we've won
Then we'll return and when we arrive
The Earth will survive
With our Star Blazers

OJ Simpson needs to die

I've said again and again that I've lost my ability to be outraged. I've grown world weary and jaded enough that I expect the worst. And then something like this come along. To quote:

"On November 30, her Regan Books is publishing a book OJ Simpson wrote with the working title "If I Did It, Here's How It Happened."

Fox said Simpson's book "hypothetically describes" how he would have committed the murders."

Open note to Mr. Simpson: Fuck you, you murdering scumbag. We all know you did it. You're guilty, and if you had any shred of moral decency in you, you'd stick the business end of a 9MM in your mouth and pull the trigger.
I can only hope you develop some form of inoperable cancer that kills you painfully and slowly. You are a sick, sad piece of shit and I spit on you.

Whew! It's nice to know I can still work up some anger.

Happy Halloween!

From Mr. Pink, Mr. Blonde and Mr. Orange.

Fuck Her Gently

Los Tres Amigos

Happy B-Day, RB!!

Best wishes to one hell of a pal. I wouldn't be sitting here re-posting this at 10PM from the comfort of my home if it wasn't for Raybee.

Wrong, so wrong...

Halloween is almost here

Well, looky here...

I found this pic hiding in KG's inbox. Thought I would share.