Get off my lawn, and take your shitty TV shows with you.



Oh, television. How I loathe thee and your seemingly endless desire to force us to watch the same batshit retarded nonsense on a daily basis. Every channel you turn to on any given night has a television show centered around one of these themes:


Whether it’s one of the 63 CSI shows, that shitty remake of “Hawaii 5-0” (lol), NCIS… whatever. The premise is always the same: someone died, gotta solve the fucking mystery in 30-60 minutes. Big fucking deal. If you want to see crime, move to Detroit. Hell, living there is probably cheaper than paying for satellite tv anyway. Plus, it’s more realistic.


Yes, food. The shit you buy at a grocery store. “Oh, but Gordon Ramsay made this fucking lobster dish that made people in 6 countries simultaneously shit and orgasm at the same time!” Yeah? Is that so? Well, you’re not fucking Gordon Ramsay.

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Guys, Guys, Guys…Hey Guys. Guess what?

I think one of the coolest guys I wish I knew looked at my blog yesterday. Twitter said he did, and if Twitter isn’t some whore liar, I’m one happy kid today.

In other news, I just got the coolest offer. The Pensacola Naval Station is offering free rides to the local media from air show performers. I’m totally doing it. I’m so freaking excited right now. I’m not lying, here’s a pic to prove it.


So there’s that.

Did I mention I’m excited. Oh, one thing I’m not excited about. Seriously guys, not writing about politics again. I write about enough of it as it is. City Council meeting last night. Man, people can argue about anything. I watched an interesting TED talk about arguing.

Anyway. I’ve been meaning to update this and tell you guys about the D&D movie (not that you care) but guys, it was actually decent. Not good by any stretch of the imagination, but better than the first two by leaps and bounds.

Also, I could do this here but I’m not. I’m going to elect to write another blog post in about 5 minutes and post it there instead. But I feel it’s time to tell the few followers and random passer-by’s a little more about myself.

That is all.

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This is sad methinks


It is isn’t it. Sad that is. Sigh. Oh well.

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I Try Not to Write About Politics…

…But this is just too good to pass up. Before I get into it though, for everyone who may want to do some trash talking or act as the young lady I’m about to tell you about did, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Don’t be rude just because you don’t agree. Also I am a moderate on most issues. I tend to side with Democrats more just because of social issues lately. But I have have been pro-Republican before. I don’t vote party lines, I vote issues.

So anyway…funny story. Last week I was watching the VP Debate. I appear to be one of the few who found Biden’s demeanor to be refreshing. I don’t understand exactly why it was okay for Romney to do the same thing in the Pres. Debate but when Biden does it all of a sudden it’s rude?

I got on facebook because I live in a Red State, Alabama, and not being a Republican means you are the devil or something. (this may not be true but most of my friends sure do get hostile around campaign season.)

I do have a fellow Democrat friend in Florida who posted this picture: (All the right-wingers jumped on her for this)


Now as I said, everyone was being pretty harsh towards her for posting this. I find it pretty harmless myself. Just funny. So I jumped up in and commented very simply about how I like the picture and that all this rage is what happens when you think differently in a Red State. This next picture is what happened next. Names and photos have been removed to protect the…innocent isn’t the right word. Perhaps, clueless?: (Click to make bigger)

At this point I am done. I have laughed til I nearly cried over this exchange. Then my friend Amy apparently found the comment war on this picture and had to chime in too. And thank zombies she did because I had promised to stop arguing in her comments when I really didn’t want to. I  deleted what I said next just because it was personal and not needed to tell this story.

The Moral of the Story is this Kiddos,

If you plan to insult someone’s intelligence, make sure you use correct grammar to do so. Otherwise you just come off as the “idiot” and everyone laughs at you.

I mean seriously guys, had this girl’s argument been anything other than calling me an idiot I would have been okay with it. But there was no substance here. Just someone being RUDE to someone who had a different opinion than they did.

And I think that’s rude.

Rude. RUDE! I like that word. I’m gonna use it more. I used it quite a bit in this post.


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Work is hard

Guys, work is hard. I don’t know if I just got used to being unemployed or if I’m bored or what. It takes all I have to make it through the day sometimes.

In case you missed it, I got hired at the newspaper I was interning for.

Writing used to be fun. Now it’s just tedious. I don’t look forward to it anymore. I’m getting (better?) at it though I suppose. I cranked out two articles in 45 minutes. Granted they were short but still.

A typical day consists of:

Get up (way too early), get dressed, go by city hall or some other place on my to-do list on my way into the office, get to office, sit. Sit some more. Play on interwebz. Get up, get lunch, go to meeting, back to office, write. Go to another meeting, go home, write. Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

Take yesterday for example. Election results for our local mayoral run-off were in. I spent the morning (went in to work at 9 am) adding up voting totals and trying to track down the new mayor. No lunch today. I left office at 2 p.m. to get to a meeting at 3 p.m. Meeting over 4:30 p.m. Go get food and eat said food. Now it’s 5:30 p.m. and I have another meeting at 6 p.m. That one lasts until nearly 8. (Two hours of debating stormwater retention, now that’ll get you pumped up). Then home to start writing. Quit writing because I can’t keep my eyes open. Go to sleep. Wake up today at 7:30 am. go into work. send lots and lots of emails. Crank out two articles in 45 minutes, about an hour before deadline. Now type on wordpress to make the day pass a bit quicker.

I’m exhausted. And tomorrow will be worse be cause I’m booked from 9 am to 4 pm in meetings and such. If perhaps I got a weekend it would be okay. But noooooooo. Things to work on over the weekend too, events to cover.


I love my job. But damn kids. Stormwater retention just isn’t going to keep me interested here. I need someone to do something newsworthy in this bumhole town soon.

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