Ohh, the "OK" legal system.
Seems that it has taken them from August 'til now to decide NOT to press criminal charges against a local apartment complex and the local electric company.
Why would they consider charges?
An idiot tried to steal copper wires. Hot, copper wires. He got himself kicked out of the Gene Pool.
Ahh, our Juris-Estupides...
How about a counter suit? The apartment complex and the utility company VS the family for indiscriminate breeding? Vandalism? ETC?!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Vanity Plates
The Best Vanity Plate- Car- License Plate Frame- Combo, so far...
Friday morning I pulled up behind a new Mustang GT.
The plate read:
"HIOCIFR"
The frame read:
"I know, I know, License and Registration"
Friday morning I pulled up behind a new Mustang GT.
The plate read:
"HIOCIFR"
The frame read:
"I know, I know, License and Registration"
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
"... It makes me wonder...
what they'll say about me
just some fool rambler
dyin' to be free..."
Joe Ely, Grandfather Blues
Everytime I listen to that song,
I think about Mamma Wanda.
She was the middle daughter of three. Raised by a C-R-U-S-T-Y German carpenter.
You know, from when carpenters were carpenters.
When guys that couldn't speak English could actually miter a SQUARE corner?
When a carpenter built fine furniture without a single nail?
Without a new yankee toy shop?
MY Great Grandaddy would cold-cock that Norm guy.
If for no other reason, I'd tell Ol' Norm that the Old Man's name was Kaiser. Then, I'd sit back and wait for the cold-cockin' to commence.
See, the Old Man's name was Reiser. Old hands would tell the new guys that his name was Kaiser. (Keep in mind this was during the WWI era.)
Then, they'd stand back and wait for the Cold-Cockin' to commence.
(Note to self: Maybe that's where I get some of my twisted sense of humor?)
Reiser brewed his own beer.
He raised three daughters.
He built houses and courthouses in southwest Oklahoma.
That was just after the Land Rush.
Some of them are still standing. Enduring Urban Renewal and tornados, for nearly one hundred years.
Mamma Wanda was the middle daughter. She used to spend her days on the job site with the Old Man.
She was a little girl then. Surrounded by crusty carpenters.
The way I figure it, they all thought of her as their little girl. Hell, if ya made it on Reiser's Crew you had to be an Ace. And, you'd probably already been hit once. I doubt any of them wanted a real old fashioned Dutch Ass Whippin'.
I'm thinking now about how much that old man shaped the woman I met.
I know for sure I don't want (another) ass whippin' from her.
Let me tell you what.
Scariest words I ever heard, my Grandfather was sitting in the living room when I came in, "Your Grandmother is driving around town. She's looking for you. Seems you weren't where you were s'possed to be."
To this day, I can hear his thoughts, "Damn Glad I Aint You!"
"Uh-Oh! Busted."
She was 50-something years old by then...
She lifted my ass offa the floor.
I can't imagine and don't wanna know what the Old Man coulda done to my jaw!
I'm thinking now about how much of the Old Man was instilled in my Father.
My Father died when I was 11 goin' on 12.
When I was 10 or so, he told me, "Boy, I'd better not catch you starting any shit but if the shit gets started, you'd better finish it."
I'll have to follow up on that one some other time because it's out of context.
There are times when I come out of an airplane, grinning, 'Check that out. Ha, I found it, I troubleshot it, I fixed it."
Two of the biggest, "Whoa... That's... Unexpected.", moments of my entire life...
My Son was a tiny baby lying there on the couch, all dammed in with blankets and pillows...
I stared into his eyes...
He seemed to gaze back into mine...
I had to step back for a moment...
I never broke the eye contact but...
For a moment there David Russell was looking at David Ryan and seeing David Edward...
Can you grasp it?
I'm looking at my infant son and in his eyes I see my long dead Father...
A year or so later at Mamma Wanda's house...
"...It was as if I was looking into Daddy's eyes..."
All casual, non-plused, "David Russell, eveytime I look at you, I see my Daddy. Are you brewing beer yet?"
just some fool rambler
dyin' to be free..."
Joe Ely, Grandfather Blues
Everytime I listen to that song,
I think about Mamma Wanda.
She was the middle daughter of three. Raised by a C-R-U-S-T-Y German carpenter.
You know, from when carpenters were carpenters.
When guys that couldn't speak English could actually miter a SQUARE corner?
When a carpenter built fine furniture without a single nail?
Without a new yankee toy shop?
MY Great Grandaddy would cold-cock that Norm guy.
If for no other reason, I'd tell Ol' Norm that the Old Man's name was Kaiser. Then, I'd sit back and wait for the cold-cockin' to commence.
See, the Old Man's name was Reiser. Old hands would tell the new guys that his name was Kaiser. (Keep in mind this was during the WWI era.)
Then, they'd stand back and wait for the Cold-Cockin' to commence.
(Note to self: Maybe that's where I get some of my twisted sense of humor?)
Reiser brewed his own beer.
He raised three daughters.
He built houses and courthouses in southwest Oklahoma.
That was just after the Land Rush.
Some of them are still standing. Enduring Urban Renewal and tornados, for nearly one hundred years.
Mamma Wanda was the middle daughter. She used to spend her days on the job site with the Old Man.
She was a little girl then. Surrounded by crusty carpenters.
The way I figure it, they all thought of her as their little girl. Hell, if ya made it on Reiser's Crew you had to be an Ace. And, you'd probably already been hit once. I doubt any of them wanted a real old fashioned Dutch Ass Whippin'.
I'm thinking now about how much that old man shaped the woman I met.
I know for sure I don't want (another) ass whippin' from her.
Let me tell you what.
Scariest words I ever heard, my Grandfather was sitting in the living room when I came in, "Your Grandmother is driving around town. She's looking for you. Seems you weren't where you were s'possed to be."
To this day, I can hear his thoughts, "Damn Glad I Aint You!"
"Uh-Oh! Busted."
She was 50-something years old by then...
She lifted my ass offa the floor.
I can't imagine and don't wanna know what the Old Man coulda done to my jaw!
I'm thinking now about how much of the Old Man was instilled in my Father.
My Father died when I was 11 goin' on 12.
When I was 10 or so, he told me, "Boy, I'd better not catch you starting any shit but if the shit gets started, you'd better finish it."
I'll have to follow up on that one some other time because it's out of context.
There are times when I come out of an airplane, grinning, 'Check that out. Ha, I found it, I troubleshot it, I fixed it."
Two of the biggest, "Whoa... That's... Unexpected.", moments of my entire life...
My Son was a tiny baby lying there on the couch, all dammed in with blankets and pillows...
I stared into his eyes...
He seemed to gaze back into mine...
I had to step back for a moment...
I never broke the eye contact but...
For a moment there David Russell was looking at David Ryan and seeing David Edward...
Can you grasp it?
I'm looking at my infant son and in his eyes I see my long dead Father...
A year or so later at Mamma Wanda's house...
"...It was as if I was looking into Daddy's eyes..."
All casual, non-plused, "David Russell, eveytime I look at you, I see my Daddy. Are you brewing beer yet?"
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Ya see...
See what can happen when ya introduce an unsuspecting Trojan to an eager Beaver? You sometimes get more than you expect!
http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/football/polls?week=5
BOOMER SOONER!!!
http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/football/polls?week=5
BOOMER SOONER!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
$700,000,000,000
I'm sitting here in my little space with my aged yet paid for vehicles out front eating leftover pizza... I've been trying to find a word or two to describe how I feel about a Seven Hundred BILLION Dollar Bail Out.
I found one, PISSED.
I'm pissed off!
ONE of the things that really bugs me is the Used Car Sales Third Party Close,"This is a GREAT deal BUT you have to take the deal RIGHT THIS SECOND or the deal is off the table and it will cost you a lot more money later!"
I smell a scam.
Believe me, I've been on both sides of more than a few of those.
So, next thing...
We're gonna call Mr Fuck Up in and LOAN him billions of OUR dollars.
SURE! Great Idea! "Here ya go Mr Fuck Up! You've run your business into the ground. No big deal. Here's $700,000,000,000.00. Go try again!"
YES! I know there are more than one Mr F's.
AND! I know this whole thing started a long time ago.
See, it started with the Slicks and Hicks WE elected or allowed to be elected with our complacency.
Then, those Slicks and Hicks met up with some real Slicky Boys. The ones with the real money.
So, ya know, to put a broader gray area between bribery and honesty, the Slicky Boys hired Lobbyists. The TRUE Slicky Boys.
Alright, I'm outta control here. The whole damn thing is out of control.
I see the CHECK. It's damn hard to miss the 700,000,000,000 Lb Gorilla.
Where's the BALANCE?
Where are the repercussion's for Mr F?
What happens when the same policies produce the same results?
You can't run the world on credit.
I would have failed high school accounting if it weren't for Mary Armstrong letting me copy her homework and her test answers. Still, even I know that multiple accounts and minimum debt service payments = Bad Joo Joo.
And, it's not just John Q. Citizen living that way. It's the whole damn government.
The whole thing is a house of cards. One, just one of the people with a direct line to the underpinnings could pull it out from under us.
I was home when the Repo Man came a callin'. That's not anything anyone wants to experience.
Anybody got a copy of "Mandarin Made Easy"? I think I'd like to get a head start.
I found one, PISSED.
I'm pissed off!
ONE of the things that really bugs me is the Used Car Sales Third Party Close,"This is a GREAT deal BUT you have to take the deal RIGHT THIS SECOND or the deal is off the table and it will cost you a lot more money later!"
I smell a scam.
Believe me, I've been on both sides of more than a few of those.
So, next thing...
We're gonna call Mr Fuck Up in and LOAN him billions of OUR dollars.
SURE! Great Idea! "Here ya go Mr Fuck Up! You've run your business into the ground. No big deal. Here's $700,000,000,000.00. Go try again!"
YES! I know there are more than one Mr F's.
AND! I know this whole thing started a long time ago.
See, it started with the Slicks and Hicks WE elected or allowed to be elected with our complacency.
Then, those Slicks and Hicks met up with some real Slicky Boys. The ones with the real money.
So, ya know, to put a broader gray area between bribery and honesty, the Slicky Boys hired Lobbyists. The TRUE Slicky Boys.
Alright, I'm outta control here. The whole damn thing is out of control.
I see the CHECK. It's damn hard to miss the 700,000,000,000 Lb Gorilla.
Where's the BALANCE?
Where are the repercussion's for Mr F?
What happens when the same policies produce the same results?
You can't run the world on credit.
I would have failed high school accounting if it weren't for Mary Armstrong letting me copy her homework and her test answers. Still, even I know that multiple accounts and minimum debt service payments = Bad Joo Joo.
And, it's not just John Q. Citizen living that way. It's the whole damn government.
The whole thing is a house of cards. One, just one of the people with a direct line to the underpinnings could pull it out from under us.
I was home when the Repo Man came a callin'. That's not anything anyone wants to experience.
Anybody got a copy of "Mandarin Made Easy"? I think I'd like to get a head start.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday At Work
I was at work this morning when my phone rang at 10:08 AM CDT.
I answered, "Shake My Foundation!"
The Architect began chattering excitedly in Spanish, "Yo tengo! Tengo dos!!!"
"Hell YEAH!!!"
'What?', You ask?
What? What am I gonna doooooooo?
"I'm gonna ride on. Ride on..."
Hell yeah the Architect n Me. AT&T Center. 12 December.
AC/FREAKIN'DC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, yeah...
Shameless head-banging. Shouting,
"ANGUS!!!" stomp stomp "ANGUS!!!" stomp stomp "ANGUS!!!"
I answered, "Shake My Foundation!"
The Architect began chattering excitedly in Spanish, "Yo tengo! Tengo dos!!!"
"Hell YEAH!!!"
'What?', You ask?
What? What am I gonna doooooooo?
"I'm gonna ride on. Ride on..."
Hell yeah the Architect n Me. AT&T Center. 12 December.
AC/FREAKIN'DC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, yeah...
Shameless head-banging. Shouting,
"ANGUS!!!" stomp stomp "ANGUS!!!" stomp stomp "ANGUS!!!"
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