Blog Song Of The Day:
Emily Osment - I Hate The Homecoming Queen
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Who wants a pear?!?
And this isn't all of them. These are just the one's I RAKED up tonight. I picked about half a plastic tote worth of pears. It was hard to pick them. None of the pears have gotten really big. About 90% of them are golf ball sized. I was sorting through the tree looking for good one's and they would fall any time I brushed into the branches. Finally I gave up and picked from the one's on the ground. Then I gave up even that and just raked up the gargantuan mess of pears on the ground.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Seriously people, we need to have a talk.
I never really noticed this before. Which isn't so odd because I wasn't in the position of power. But to see the scenario from the other side now, it just baffles me at the level of stupidity that some people show.
What's wrong with driver's? Maybe this makes me seem old but really it feels like everyone has gone absolutely loony on the road now. You get on the road and sometimes you're so baffled at the level of sheet stupidity that people are exhibiting that it makes you want to find a rock to hide under.
I'm driving home tonight, and I get to a stop light. I'm at the head of the lane so I'll get off the line first. On my left is a man who is clearly older than me, and some similarly aged passengers. The car is a green 4-door Plymouth. I'm not a car guy so I can't tell you the model. I just read Plymouth on the trunk.
Light turns green, I shift into first and pull away from the line. I'm shifting gears here, its not an automatic. Plus the clutch on my car is a bit of a pain in the ass so its easier to drive it hard off the line, to make shifting easier.
The yahoo in the lane next of me is racing me.
Let's examine this situation. Ford Mustang with a V8 engine and a relative low weight. Plymouth sedan with likely a V6 and a much less modest weight.
I'm not even trying to go fast. Like I mentioned earlier, its just easier to shift gears in this car if you punch the gas and ride the clutch out a bit. Yeah, you'll come off the line decently hard, but I'm not trying to set any speed records.
So we're zipping up the street. I'm not even attempting to go fast; this is just my normal take-off strategy for city streets. And this jack ass beside me appears to have the pedal to the floor so he can get ahead of me. Yes, a part of me thought about just dropping it back a gear, punching it, and making this retard understand just how stupid he was. But I go through the gears to get to third in about 4-5 seconds and I'm already at 80 on a 60 km/h street. I'm not such a tool that I gotta out run a 50 year old guy if this is how he reminds himself that he has a pair between his legs.
My point remains however. What the hell is wrong with some people?? A jackass in a beat-out Plymouth sedan is attempting to race a bona fide sports car. He's taking the speed well past the limit to prove exactly what? That he barely beat someone that wasn't even trying? Come on people! Let's stop the madness.
I never really noticed this before. Which isn't so odd because I wasn't in the position of power. But to see the scenario from the other side now, it just baffles me at the level of stupidity that some people show.
What's wrong with driver's? Maybe this makes me seem old but really it feels like everyone has gone absolutely loony on the road now. You get on the road and sometimes you're so baffled at the level of sheet stupidity that people are exhibiting that it makes you want to find a rock to hide under.
I'm driving home tonight, and I get to a stop light. I'm at the head of the lane so I'll get off the line first. On my left is a man who is clearly older than me, and some similarly aged passengers. The car is a green 4-door Plymouth. I'm not a car guy so I can't tell you the model. I just read Plymouth on the trunk.
Light turns green, I shift into first and pull away from the line. I'm shifting gears here, its not an automatic. Plus the clutch on my car is a bit of a pain in the ass so its easier to drive it hard off the line, to make shifting easier.
The yahoo in the lane next of me is racing me.
Let's examine this situation. Ford Mustang with a V8 engine and a relative low weight. Plymouth sedan with likely a V6 and a much less modest weight.
I'm not even trying to go fast. Like I mentioned earlier, its just easier to shift gears in this car if you punch the gas and ride the clutch out a bit. Yeah, you'll come off the line decently hard, but I'm not trying to set any speed records.
So we're zipping up the street. I'm not even attempting to go fast; this is just my normal take-off strategy for city streets. And this jack ass beside me appears to have the pedal to the floor so he can get ahead of me. Yes, a part of me thought about just dropping it back a gear, punching it, and making this retard understand just how stupid he was. But I go through the gears to get to third in about 4-5 seconds and I'm already at 80 on a 60 km/h street. I'm not such a tool that I gotta out run a 50 year old guy if this is how he reminds himself that he has a pair between his legs.
My point remains however. What the hell is wrong with some people?? A jackass in a beat-out Plymouth sedan is attempting to race a bona fide sports car. He's taking the speed well past the limit to prove exactly what? That he barely beat someone that wasn't even trying? Come on people! Let's stop the madness.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, August 09, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Thanks for coming everyone. Wow, it seems like we just started.
It was an entertaining ride, wasn't it? I think about it and its a little bit difficult to pull apart the first from the last. So many faces. I can't even put names to all of them, even though each one is etched on my mind.
That's pretty much all there is to it though, isn't it? A few wistful thoughts and a hug or two. We had fun, didn't we?
Please, can you get the lights when you leave?
It was an entertaining ride, wasn't it? I think about it and its a little bit difficult to pull apart the first from the last. So many faces. I can't even put names to all of them, even though each one is etched on my mind.
That's pretty much all there is to it though, isn't it? A few wistful thoughts and a hug or two. We had fun, didn't we?
Please, can you get the lights when you leave?
If the count of the letters in the name of your almighty drink of choice (its 7 for the people using their fingers) is HIGHER than your IQ, then you're probably drinking a Pilsner.
If the letters of the abbreviated nick-name for said drink (its down to 3 now brainiacs) is STILL greater than your IQ, then you're probably putting Clam in it.
If the letters of the abbreviated nick-name for said drink (its down to 3 now brainiacs) is STILL greater than your IQ, then you're probably putting Clam in it.