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beware of wet dirt!!!
Just remember, folks-- The "mud slinging" that leads up to the June and November elections have started full force! watch as your favorite politicos fling their mud (and God knows what else) pies at both real and imagined opponents! Hear the sirens wail as the "heavy cannon" of Olberman, Limbaugh, Maddow, Beck et al unleash barrage-after-barrage of the stinkiest, gooiest mud--without concern for "blue-on-blue" casualties (aka "friendly fire"). Now THAT's mudslinging--or stupidity at it's finest, take your pick! LPR— March 12, 2010 8:22 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Actually, SD, I had two before. Both were indoor cats. The first one was "Mr. Thang." My late spouse and I called him that because she originally thought HE was a SHE, and had named it after Haley from All My Children. Well, it turned out that "Haley" had "boy gear," so after we took him to "get the snip," we called him "Mr. Thang." He clung to me like glue--a real Daddy's boy. His end came because of pesticide poisoning from a defective Hartz Flea-Collar. I shed many a bitter tear for days. Oh, good--my Gevailia Kaffe has just arrived! Back to the story: two years later, Mel and I decided to adopt a kitty. We went to the Oceanside Humane Society to see about one. As we came into the "cattery," a little coal-black kitten started climbing the front of the cage. Mel said..."That's the one, babe!" We both got to hold our new "adoptee," whom we yclept "Jett," after Joan Jett (same color hair and feisty spirit). As ling herI took my turn cuddling her, a strange thing happened...she started chewing on my mustache (I wore one at the time). Funny! I often wish that I could have a cat again...but an apartment my size doesn't leave much room for one. Plus, I have to pay $200 in deposit fees to the property management company. That reeks worse than the Bugler rollies one of my former housemates used to indulge in! Oh, well--such is life! LPR— March 12, 2010 10:17 a.m.
i guess i just wish...../Pistol Pete
My, my--the Pistol Man is gone? Ach himmel! The question before the jury is...will he be missed? Pistol Pete was an acquired taste when it came to both his blogs and his comments. Much like "Gabby" in Blazing Saddles or Joe Pesci's characters in Goodfellas and Casino. And Pistol Pete was, indeed, a character unto his own. Love him or condemn him to the Ninth Ring of Hell--he will be missed. However, his banishment from the SD Reader Blogger Tribe is a reminder that indescretions do, indeed, lead to reprecussions! Or, for those who like shorter words: You Play, You Pay! Here's to ya, PP! I'll fill-and-raise a mug to ya later this afternoon! LPR— March 12, 2010 10 a.m.
Machine Head Hates SD, Hargo Blogs From India, WTF Album Covers, more
1. Most of The Beatles' catalog, I can take or leave, depending on my mood. However, "Little Girl (about a stalker with a homicidal minset)" still freaks me out even today...I really cannot listen to it, nor do I care much for it. 2. A bit of advice for Machine Head regarding S.D... "Don't let the screen door hit you where the dog should have bit you!" If our money is no good to them...then let's not bother giving them any of it. Give them the "fickle finger of fate (in duplicate)" instead! 3. You listed five movies to leave playing while enjoying "The Sport Of Chumps (Zappa-ese for suicide)." I'll go ya one better--five songs to fill the same mode: A: "Seasons In The Sun" by Terry Jacks--turned me off to "Sixties and Seventies Rock" for all eternity! Don't drive and have this waste of airtime on at the same time! Coven's "One Tin Soldier" will have the same effect. B: "D.O.A." by Bloodrock--leave this puppy in perpetual playback as you are leaving this life. Guaranteed to freak out even hardened homicide detectives, your final tableau shall do! C: ANYTHING by Bobby Goldsboro--ee-yuk-upchuck! "Save A Butterfly" and "Honey" are suicide-inducing in themselves! D: Hamsterdance (artist in Witness Protection Program)--The ultimate mindf*** would be this little ditty in perpetual playback while your carcass hangs from a rafter. If you're facing Eternal Torment in the Afterlife, why not spread it to the living? E: "Dead Skin Mask; In A Gadda Da Vida; Born To Be Wild" by Slayer. Despite the fact I happen to enjoy this band, these three songs (two of which are poorly-done covers of rock masterpieces) signal the fact that you are headed South of Heaven, and you are telling your surviviors FYVM! --LPR— March 1, 2010 1:43 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Looking there so peaceful, dreaming dreams that involve a mouse, an empty tummy...and trying to transfer said mouse into said tummy! Just remember, when your kitty brings you "the daily catch," he is merely saying to you: "HERE NOW, SKINNY--LET'S PUT SOME MEAT ON THEM BONES!" It's a feeling that once experienced...can never be rid of, no matter how much you try. --LPR— March 1, 2010 1:02 p.m.
Reader Hood Cats
Unlike a dog, a cat tends to regard itself as the beneveolent master of their pet human. When they want your lap--they will GET your lap, even if another human is sitting in it, giving you some much-needed skin-on-skin physical affection! Still, this tyke reminds me a lot of Mr. Thang, my late tabby. Sometimes, when I was lying on my back, he come snuggling up to me. I'd pick him up, hold him like I was holding a barbell, and say "KITTY PRESSES!" Then I'd do one rep of ten tabby-weight bench presses. Afterwards, I pulled him onto my chest, ran my hand through his fur, and "feel the purr." Makes you almost want to forgive them after you've been wakened at 03:00 by the yowls of two alley-kitties getting it on outside your bedroom window--and obviously enjoying both the location and the company! Almost, but not quite! --LPR— March 1, 2010 12:42 p.m.
TWITTER-PATED
Ah, yes...the Good Old days, where if you were from SoCali, you lived in fear of being met by an Oregon State Police armed posse if you wanted to venture further north than Ashland (or Bannon on Route 101 north), and being forced to turn back at gunpoint! Then again, most of my fellow webfeet regarded SoCalis as nothing more than real estate speculators and developers, out to turn Portland, Salem, and/or Eugene into another version of Los Angeles. And no, we were not in the least happy when the airheads in SacTown wanted Columbia River water to slake the very drought that Los Angelenos exacerbated (much as what is going on today in SD County) by overloading the natural resources available! However, that all became a moot point when in the Winter of 78, SoCal got all the water it wanted--and more--via Mother Nature giving the state a good, cold soaking! Most Oregonians still have no sympathy for SoCalis, but in this year of a heavy-duty El Nino...the shoe is going to be on the other foot, I suspect! --LPR— March 1, 2010 12:19 p.m.
R.I.P. Porn Biz (and good riddance!)
Erica Jong said it best when she remarked that after watching thirty minutes of a porn film, that she could sc*** forever--and after watching the rest of the flick, she never wanted to sc*** again for the rest of her life! I still read Playboy (and keep the back-copies in a locked storage box), but as for the films? No film feels as good as doing it with the one you love, live and local! The films are, for the most part, pretty insipid--as in "What chump would part with his hard-earned cash to watch this vile trash?"— February 25, 2010 12:09 p.m.
John Mayer's Pie Hole
You know that you hit rock bottom as a celeb when Courtney Love "tweets" about not wanting you in bed with her at anytime!(heard about that on Rock 105.3FM). "Sexual napalm?" Sounds more like somebody should drop a tank of napalm on him--talk about feeling the burn! A true "Peter Pan Syndrome" kind of fellow...or is it the "Toys 'R Us Kid" syndrome here? Doesn't want to grow up, so he runs his trap as if he were in a junior-high school boy's locker room...and the Playboy readers were his buddies! Yeesh!— February 25, 2010 11:56 a.m.
Battle of the Bouncers - Concert Security Wars
Even though I'm still looking for work (and hope to be back in a uniform), there are just some security-related jobs that I wouldn't do on a dare. I often wonder if these folks have Guard Cards before they sign up, or obtain them as part of training? (You need a California Guard Card to work as a security officer, though execptions do find their way through the maze). BTW: Nice artwork, Mr. Sanford.— February 25, 2010 11:41 a.m.