Monday, March 20, 2006
Work is kicking my ass....
Hence the no new posts. I am working on a huge project right now and will be busy for the next few days. I hope to get this under control soon.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Woke up this morning and got yourself a gun....
Fucking Sopranos coming back.
Very excited. I love all genres, but two if done right stick out.....Mob and Western. Two shining examples of these are The Sopranos and Deadwood.
Brilliant shows, just brilliant. Bad guys who you root for teach the audience a lesson in confusion and moral ambiguity. Showing bad guy doesn't necessarily mean evil. Fuck I love those shows.
Sopranos has definitely been off the past few seasons, but I have high hopes.
The posting has been erratic, because much like my fellow blogger Kitkat, few people have been pissing me off.
The only real annoyance lately has been the boy. He is hitting that terrible two stage and him and I are dancing a dance I see going well into his teens.
He knows mommy loves him and hates when he cries, so when daddy disciplines him he runs to mommy. Then the little shit stares at me with the "That's right motherfucker I got you." stare.
I would be lying if part of me wasn't proud that he at one and a half was smart enough to realize how to try to play my wife and I against each other. On the other hand I am the boys father, and I cannot tolerate that behavior.
So the wife and I had a sit down. (mob reference) She was brought up much differently than I was. Her parents were very calm people, rarely yelled....rarely were spanked and it shows. I on the other hand would be pulled by my ears if I misbehaved and had the shit kicked out of my dad and his baseball mittlike hands.
I'm not for smacking a little boy around, but a slap on the wrist is a good way to let him know I mean business. I am all for the wifes way of talking to the boy, but when talk fails I stick with what works. I don't like the idea of a time out, because eventually the kid will say "oh I just have to wait 5 minutes and then I can go and misbehave again." My wife has a brother who is 10 or 11 and I don't like what I see as a result of that method.
I think kids are not stupid, but they aren't focused. They need some discipline or else they are gonna run wild. I hate seeing kids who don't know how to play, or don't listen to their parents.
These small steps are my way of making sure that the boy never grows up to be like that.
Very excited. I love all genres, but two if done right stick out.....Mob and Western. Two shining examples of these are The Sopranos and Deadwood.
Brilliant shows, just brilliant. Bad guys who you root for teach the audience a lesson in confusion and moral ambiguity. Showing bad guy doesn't necessarily mean evil. Fuck I love those shows.
Sopranos has definitely been off the past few seasons, but I have high hopes.
The posting has been erratic, because much like my fellow blogger Kitkat, few people have been pissing me off.
The only real annoyance lately has been the boy. He is hitting that terrible two stage and him and I are dancing a dance I see going well into his teens.
He knows mommy loves him and hates when he cries, so when daddy disciplines him he runs to mommy. Then the little shit stares at me with the "That's right motherfucker I got you." stare.
I would be lying if part of me wasn't proud that he at one and a half was smart enough to realize how to try to play my wife and I against each other. On the other hand I am the boys father, and I cannot tolerate that behavior.
So the wife and I had a sit down. (mob reference) She was brought up much differently than I was. Her parents were very calm people, rarely yelled....rarely were spanked and it shows. I on the other hand would be pulled by my ears if I misbehaved and had the shit kicked out of my dad and his baseball mittlike hands.
I'm not for smacking a little boy around, but a slap on the wrist is a good way to let him know I mean business. I am all for the wifes way of talking to the boy, but when talk fails I stick with what works. I don't like the idea of a time out, because eventually the kid will say "oh I just have to wait 5 minutes and then I can go and misbehave again." My wife has a brother who is 10 or 11 and I don't like what I see as a result of that method.
I think kids are not stupid, but they aren't focused. They need some discipline or else they are gonna run wild. I hate seeing kids who don't know how to play, or don't listen to their parents.
These small steps are my way of making sure that the boy never grows up to be like that.
Monday, March 06, 2006
My run in with an Arab...
I admit I lost it. I just went nuts. Let me start from the beginning....
The big 3-0 is fast approaching and in trying to be a responsible husband and father I though it time to make physicals an annual thing. I set up an appointment for Friday at 3:45. I pull up and park my car at the doctors office. In front of my car is another row of parked cars, and about three cars over in that row a car is backing out.
So I wait in my car for this guy to back out.
He is backing up.
Still backing up.
His rear end is turned and getting closer to my car.
Surely he sees the car he is about to hit.
He hits my car.
He drives away.
Seeing him drive away set off a switch in my head. I jump out of my car and chase his car through the parking lot. Screaming like a madman.
I catch up to his car just before he leaves the parking lot. At this point I had no idea who was driving, just that I was pissed off. I get to the car and its a little Arab dude with sunglasses that have diamond on them. Since he is driving a busted up Corrolla I assume the diamonds are fake. The exchange when I catch up to him and make him roll down his window:
Me: "What the fuck is your problem man?"
Small Arab Man (AKA S.A.M.): "What do you mean?"
Me: "You just hit my fucking car asshole! You hit it and then drive away?"
S.A.M.: "What car? What car did I hit?"
As an aside this set me off even more. My car was in plain view as the only car he could have hit and to top it off my car did move when he struck it so I know he was lying.
Me: "What car? The red car...the only fucking car you could have possibly hit. My fucking car asshole! That's the fucking car you hit."
S.A.M.: "Oh I didn't see it. I didn't know I hit your car."
Me: "Fuck you, you knew. My car fucking moved."
S.A.M.: "Oh I'm sorry."
Me: "Watch where you are fucking going dick."
In truth there was no damage to my car. He was backing up so slowly there couldn't have been. It was seeing him try to take off that set me off. I lost it. The fact that someone would be so cowardly as to hit someone's car. Even a light tap. The balls to think you can just leave. I lost it. I was shaking after that. I've rarely gone off on someone like that. I wasn't going to hit him, but him denying that he didn't know he hit me made me so fucking mad.
So when I went for my physical I had to rather sheepishly let the nurse and my doctor know:
"Hey doc if for some reason my blood pressure is up or my heart rate is accelerated, well I just tore some guy a new asshole in your parking lot and I am little fired up as a result of it."
That was awkward.
The big 3-0 is fast approaching and in trying to be a responsible husband and father I though it time to make physicals an annual thing. I set up an appointment for Friday at 3:45. I pull up and park my car at the doctors office. In front of my car is another row of parked cars, and about three cars over in that row a car is backing out.
So I wait in my car for this guy to back out.
He is backing up.
Still backing up.
His rear end is turned and getting closer to my car.
Surely he sees the car he is about to hit.
He hits my car.
He drives away.
Seeing him drive away set off a switch in my head. I jump out of my car and chase his car through the parking lot. Screaming like a madman.
I catch up to his car just before he leaves the parking lot. At this point I had no idea who was driving, just that I was pissed off. I get to the car and its a little Arab dude with sunglasses that have diamond on them. Since he is driving a busted up Corrolla I assume the diamonds are fake. The exchange when I catch up to him and make him roll down his window:
Me: "What the fuck is your problem man?"
Small Arab Man (AKA S.A.M.): "What do you mean?"
Me: "You just hit my fucking car asshole! You hit it and then drive away?"
S.A.M.: "What car? What car did I hit?"
As an aside this set me off even more. My car was in plain view as the only car he could have hit and to top it off my car did move when he struck it so I know he was lying.
Me: "What car? The red car...the only fucking car you could have possibly hit. My fucking car asshole! That's the fucking car you hit."
S.A.M.: "Oh I didn't see it. I didn't know I hit your car."
Me: "Fuck you, you knew. My car fucking moved."
S.A.M.: "Oh I'm sorry."
Me: "Watch where you are fucking going dick."
In truth there was no damage to my car. He was backing up so slowly there couldn't have been. It was seeing him try to take off that set me off. I lost it. The fact that someone would be so cowardly as to hit someone's car. Even a light tap. The balls to think you can just leave. I lost it. I was shaking after that. I've rarely gone off on someone like that. I wasn't going to hit him, but him denying that he didn't know he hit me made me so fucking mad.
So when I went for my physical I had to rather sheepishly let the nurse and my doctor know:
"Hey doc if for some reason my blood pressure is up or my heart rate is accelerated, well I just tore some guy a new asshole in your parking lot and I am little fired up as a result of it."
That was awkward.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Why can't single guys just get a hooker?
I don't get why prostitution is illegal.
If this was a regular business I think things would be great. There would be a lot less virgins out there. I know dudes in their 30's who still haven't gotten laid.
That's no good. I know chicks in their 30's who haven't gotten laid. That's a real damn shame.
I just don't get it. It works in Nevada.
You get a business set up and you have customers show up. You get some big dudes to provide security and you should be fine.
I know a lot of people male and female that can't be bothered with a relationship. They work a lot or just flat out can't stand the drama that comes along with dating someone.
But they would still like to get laid from time to time.
Legalizing prostitution would fix all of this. I don't even get what the moral problems are for this. If you are morally against prostitution then no one says you have to have sex with one. What does it matter if some single person has had a shitty week and just wants to get some ass and then go home and order a pizza?
The reason for this post is because a friend of mine paid for a blowjob at a strip club a few months back at a bachelor party.
It led me to think if I was single and it was legal, I would definitely treat myself to that.
It's so easy. You would prob pay whatever it cost for the requisite 3 dates to get into the girls pants anyway, so whats the harm?
I don't know. Just something off the top of my head.
If this was a regular business I think things would be great. There would be a lot less virgins out there. I know dudes in their 30's who still haven't gotten laid.
That's no good. I know chicks in their 30's who haven't gotten laid. That's a real damn shame.
I just don't get it. It works in Nevada.
You get a business set up and you have customers show up. You get some big dudes to provide security and you should be fine.
I know a lot of people male and female that can't be bothered with a relationship. They work a lot or just flat out can't stand the drama that comes along with dating someone.
But they would still like to get laid from time to time.
Legalizing prostitution would fix all of this. I don't even get what the moral problems are for this. If you are morally against prostitution then no one says you have to have sex with one. What does it matter if some single person has had a shitty week and just wants to get some ass and then go home and order a pizza?
The reason for this post is because a friend of mine paid for a blowjob at a strip club a few months back at a bachelor party.
It led me to think if I was single and it was legal, I would definitely treat myself to that.
It's so easy. You would prob pay whatever it cost for the requisite 3 dates to get into the girls pants anyway, so whats the harm?
I don't know. Just something off the top of my head.