Monday, September 30, 2002

What, nothing to write about today? Oh well, maybe later, or maybe not.

I heard the song "it's the end of the world as we know it" by REM today. It used to be one of my top twenty all time favorite rock songs, but it has lost something over the years. I give it a 82 it's got a good beat and you can (fill in the blank) to it.

Sunday, September 29, 2002

It must be "Happy Sunday".

My first prediction of the year: Call me Psycho but ...the Lions will beat the Saints.

Geez-o Pete, instead of calling me Psycho, you'd better call me Psychic. The Lions beat the Saints by five points. Is it time to do the "Sunday Happy Dance" yet?

Saturday, September 28, 2002

I have been listening to Radio@Netscape while online today. Where else can you get rockabilly, hawaiian, reggae roots, and surf music all in the same place????? And that is just for starts!!!!! Excuse me if I sound overly enthusiastic, the zoloft hasn't kicked in yet. The more question marks and exclamation points I use, the more excited I am. I'm pretty rippin' excited right now, can you tell, huh, huh, huh, can you tell?????

Friday, September 27, 2002

Spending way too much time tweaking my homepage, and not enough time tweaking my life.

I bought a five pack of chewing gum at the supermarket yesterday, and now my bedroom/computer room smells like Juicy Fruit.

I just downloaded Netscape 7, and I am going to try it as my default browser for awhile. I have always used IE in the past, but what the hell, you only live once.

The great Netscape 7 as default browser experiment is over, and I am back to IE, where I belong. If I were a computer geek, I would rant and rave about how Netscape sucks, but it is better than Bill "The Devil" Gates browser. Why do computer geeks hate Bill "The Devil" Gates so much? Could it be because they don't think Bill "The Devil" Gates is as smart as they are, and it is just because Bill "The Devil" Gates made a pact with Lucifer, that he is the richest SOB on the face of the earth, while they, computer genuises that they are, still live in their parent's basement, and spend their days trying to hack into the DOD's computer data base? Hmmm, could that be it?

Thursday, September 26, 2002

I hate it when someone I think is older than I am turns out to be younger than I am, much younger. Does that make sense? Does life make sense? Do dollars make sense, or cents, or doughnuts?

My niece is thinking about getting a new car. She wants to lease a Chevy Malibu. I think she wanted my advice ... like that would help. Whenever anyone asks me what kind of car I have I tell them I have a red one.

I've spent the last half hour clicking on my website in a weak effort to run up the hit count. Live much? No, thanks I have cable modem.

When I was in college, back in the 70's, after the Air Force, my roommate and I wrote a song about Mr. Hockey, Gordie Howe. I wrote the lyrics and my roommate wrote the music. I don't remember much of the song, but I do remember the chorus, and it went something like this ...

a-one, and a-two,
Gordie-eeeeeeee Howe,
Gordie, how do you score all those gosh darn goals, Gordie
When you have to be forty-eight, or fifty-nine, or even seventy-six years old?

Gosh darn wasn't my original choice, but my roommate was a christian boy, so I compromised. You have to pick your fights.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002

Ahhhh, the 60's. The real 60's, the turbulent 60's, that aging baby boomers like to wax nostalgic about, started in late 1963 with the death of JFK and the American birth of the Beatles, and ended with the withdrawl of American troops from Vietnam in the spring of 1973

This isn't so much stream of consciouness as it is attention deficit syndrome.

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

I have eight clocks in my computer room, ok it's actually my bedroom, but it has a computer in it, and it is a room, so legally, if not morally, I can call it a computer room. Back to the clocks. It isn't a fetish or anything, but ... wait a second, I miscounted, I have nine clocks in my bedro... I mean computer room. Maybe it is a fetish after all. Nah, it isn't a fetish, I am just compulsive. If you think nine clocks are a lot, you should see how many pairs of shoes I have. This is going nowhere.

I got an idea last night about a topic to write about, but all I wrote down were the letters BP, and I can't remember what they stand for. It could be blood pressure, British Petroleum, or Bettie Page. I think we can rule out British Petroleum. By the way, you don't mind if I refer to ourselves as we, do you? I'm pretty sure it was Bettie Page, the 50's pin-up queen. Most internetters refer to her as an icon, but I don't really care for that description. The Recycle Bin on Windows is an icon. Bettie Page is [a.] a pin-up queen, [b.] a goddess, or [c.] the definiton of 50's girl next door kinkiness.

Monday, September 23, 2002

I have to change the water in my goldfish, Fetish Doll's, bowl today, and I am a little worried. I have a bad habit, that goes back a couple of years, of killing goldfish when I change their water. When I changed the water ten days ago I killed Fetish Doll's mate Steph the Geek, and I had just bought both of them a week earlier. Gold fish aren't cheap! I think they cost about $1.29 each. Heck, you can buy three cans of tuna fish for that price. It must have something to do with the water temperature, I think I make it too cold. Or maybe I make it too warm. Or maybe there is too much chlroine in the water. Or maybe someone sneaks in and strangles them in their sleep.

Vanity update: My weight is going down faster than a priest on an altar boy. I have lost 24 lbs since the first of the year. That's a lot of avoirdupois. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

I like the new background texture on my homepage it looks like what Linda Blair puked up in the Exorcist.

Sunday, September 22, 2002

Went to the Dollar Store in Standish yesterday. They had some really great deals. I bought some incense and a really spiffy incense burner, a digital stop watch, a holder for my personal CD player that I can attatch to my belt for when I walk, and a bunch of AAA and AA alkaline batteries. Get this ... nothing cost more than a DOLLAR!!!! How can they do that?

I am spending too much time on the computer. I am starting to sit hunched over like I did when I manned my trusty R-390 back in my Air Force days.

Saturday, September 21, 2002

I finally took the last Keflex today. So I guess my sinus infection is officially disinfected. Can you spell Keflex? K-E-F-L-E-X. I take great pride in the fact that I have the worst sinus passages that my doctor has ever seen.

Fetish Doll, my killer goldfish, has been staring at me all night. Who has the bigger problem, me or the fish?

Do I serve fromage with my vhin?

I still think that the song "My Generation" by The Who is the best rock song of all time. Teenage angst has never been expressed so p-p-p-p-p-powerfully.

Friday, September 20, 2002

Has anyone seen my yin and yang today, I am completely out of balance.

Geek is a great word. I wonder how many of the 20 something computer geeks out there know that a real geek is a sideshow freak who bites the head off of live chickens.

I have been getting my ass, I mean butt, kicked playing cribbage at If this keeps up I am in danger of losing my treasured Masters rating.

It is almost impossible to find mustard in a jar anymore. I mean good old fashioned yellow mustard, not that fancy smancy imported effete stuff. French's is the ony one who makes it, and we all know the story behind French's, don't we?

Thursday, September 19, 2002

It's been raining all night. I hope it doesn't hurt the rhubarb.

Thank god baseball season is almost over, at least for the Tigers. I haven't watched more than an inning in any game this year, and this is from someone who used to be able to name the entire roster of every team in the big leagues. Of course, there were only sixteen teams back then, and I looked like the kid on the webpage. Now there is football season, and I predict hat the Lions will win more games than they did last year. Last year they won two, and I'm predicting three this year for Mary Moreorless and his crew of hasbeens and neverwasbeens.

This is my first entry in my new journal. The website has been fairly easy to create, once I got the hang of things. The html is pretty easy, and I have been able to find all the tools that I need. From here on out I think I will just be adding and tweaking as I go along. I love a good tweak