in other words...
...No. You're not fired. You just no longer work here.
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and without lube
Google+, in all of its infinite wisdom, decided this week that 'Jockfullonuts' cannot be my nickname in Googleland. I'm clueless as to why. I've been using the soubriquet on blogger since December 2005. I believe I've had my gmail account a few years longer. Now, all of a sudden, it's inappropriate? Oh, I can use Jock Fullonuts, which the google gods have deemed appropriate (because it seems like it could be a real name?), but not Jockfullonuts, which might offend some ancient gray haired dusty-cunt in Bumphuque? Must be time to move to Wordpress.
Also:
It's been a long time since I cast a pod on Mevio, but this week I decided to brave the waters and post a new show...only to find out that my account had been suspended. Once again, not a clue as to why. Although, according to the Mevio mafia, if I'm interested in "joining" their podcast world again, I can send a sample and they will decide if I'm worthy enough to be a part of the wonderful Mevio family. They can suck my jockfullonuts.
the usual crap
Latest gratuitous cat photo: Sugar, Stewie, Tess napping in kitchen window.
Brand new car: 2012 Nissan Rogue (or as I call it, my baby Murano). Bought a new Nissan Frontier truck the day before. Traded it in for this the very next day because the truck had no alarm system. That is a necessity in my world. Had a flat tire on the way home from the dealership. Great way to start the new year.
The assholes across the street. This is where they park the car...backed up to the front door. I have no idea why. Is it a Mexican thing? They have a driveway, so I have no clue. Also, notice the Halloween shit still on the window and the Christmas lights and wreath on the door. Fucktards.
Just for the hell of it.
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Lots of family drama at the moment, so I haven't been able to find the time or the inclination, really, to post. However, mischief is afoot in my life, and it involves diamonds, theft, fraud, abuse and more. If anyone is interested in dysfunctional family fun at its frivolous best (or worst), stay tuned.
little bits of crazy
• First thing in the morning, she asks,
“Do you have anything to tell me?” My sister says, “No, what are you talking about, mother? “Are you using drugs?” (This seems to be an obsession with her.) Robyn says, “No. Why are you
asking? Do I look like I’m on drugs? Mother replies, “Well, you do look
pretty bad.”
• Mother says one of the cats is talking to her. It's telling her that somewhere in the house is a dead cat. She wants to go outside to get away from the cat, but a man on the other side of the door is telling her to stay inside
because she will be in serious danger if she leaves the house.
• While making the Christmas card address list with the parents, my mother asks my dad why his hands are so brown. He replies, jokingly, "Because of all the time I spend out in the sun doing yard work. She says, rather snottily, "Oh, I thought it was because of that little brown bear you were diddling this morning." I pretend I don't hear.
• I ask her why she gets up so early (1am on most days), she says, "Because I wake up and can't go back to sleep...and I'd rather get up than deal with George playing with that little pig." "Mother," I say, "You don't have a pig. It's just an hallucination. You know that, right?" She says, "Well sometimes I know it's not real and sometimes I guess it's... well...never mind. But it lives in a little cardboard box and when George "flaps" his legs, it scares the pig and it flies out. And I leave the bed because I don't want to know what he is doing with the pig."
• I'm talking to mother (I'm in the chair, she is on the sofa) and my dad is stretched out in his own chair. In his lap is one of the cats. He is minding his own business, dozing off and on and contributing nothing to the conversation. All of a sudden, she asks him, rather indignantly, "What are you doing?" He is surprised, and wants to know what she is talking about. Once again, "What did you just do over there?" He replies, "I scratched my chin." "Are you sure?," she practically screams. I pipe in..."Mother, he is just napping." "Well," she replies, "I thought he was doing something with the cat. Something he shouldn't be doing. I saw the cats tail up in the air, and you know what that means."
another view from vatoville
The photo above was shot this morning, December 1st, 2011. The subject matter is directly across the street from my house and has been sitting in that same place since the day after Halloween. Apparently, the lazy-ass bastard neighbors who put it there, have no intention of disposing of it in any traditional manner...such as walking it over the garbage can, cutting or tearing it up, and cramming it in like a normal person. I believe they are hoping the box will disappear via some Great Pumpkin magic, or an avid collector of nasty, torn, rain-soaked, sun-bleached cardboard Halloween memorabilia will stop by and ask, "How much? I must have that piece of shit. Now!"
it's world aids day
World AIDS Day is celebrated on December 1 each year around the world. It has become one of the most recognized international health days and a key opportunity to raise awareness, commemorate those who passed on, and celebrate victories such as increased access to treatment and prevention services.
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