My goal is to make everyone feel like they have walked in on the middle of the movie.
Thursday, October 31, 2002
Trick or Treat !!!
Because of the holiday, this weeks Friday Poll will begin on Thursday. Last week's poll results will be posted tomorrow.
Please give reasons in the COMMENTS section after you have voted. This weeks poll:
Granola bars are evil, and they have no souls.
Do you see the little computer guy sitting at his desk in the left hand margin?
Is he wearing a white belt or is that a butt crack?
I just learned that the area on the left hand side of the page that I have been refering to as a margin, is actually called a portal. Well, call me geek and paint me stupid.
LAST POST OF THE MONTH.
I just signed up for blogsnob, see link in left hand portal under the computer dude with the butt crack showing, and I think I'll like it. Not only can YOU visit a spiffy/neat-o/keen random blog, but so can I. I can now journey the blogging universe without leaving the safety of my own blog. All blogs open in a new window. Aren't you glad you asked?
I keep getting an ENTER NETWORK PASSWORD pop-up window whenever I try to access my blog. When I click cancel it goes away, and it doesn't keep me from accessing the page, but it is annoying. I wonder if this is a temporary glitch, or a glimpse into the future, or something I screwed up. The ENTER NETWORK PASSWORD fiasco is over. It must have been a technical glitch, because it has cleared up without me doing anything. How come when anything screws up on my computer I immediately think it is my fault?
I just flashed back on the 80's group Echo & the Bunnymen. Think I'll dig through my cd's and give it a listen.
That was tough one. I didn't know if I had it under E for Echo or B for Bunnymen. Turns out it was stuck between Elvis Costello and Elvis Presley. Go figure. Back in the 80's when my one nephew, Sean, was in his teens, I told him that I liked the group Echo & the Bunnymen. He didn't believe me. He thought I was making the name up.
I love to read other people's faq's. It is vanity, full blown.
An orange font on a black background is the easiest on the eyes, and is also the easiest to read. I read that somewhere, or I dreamed that I read that somewhere, or it is quite possible that I made it up.
In my halloween pic it looks like I have both a bad dye job and a bad rug. I have neither. What you see is what you get. More's the pity.
Since I am pretty sure no one would buy me anything from an Amazon.com wishlist, I have hit upon a different get rich quick scheme. I am going to sell my organs. If you want it, and I have it, you can buy it. Of course for this to work for me, I will need the money up front, and you will have to wait for my demise to collect the organ of your choice. Contact me through this site, my email must be around here somewhere, and I will get back to you.
Do you like my Halloween background? Kind of garish, isn't it? It's only for a few more days, then I will pick out a nice soothing, tranquil Thanksgiving backround.
I had to tone down the bright halloween orange. It was hyp-MO-tizing me. The muted gray is much easier on the eyes.
My internal clock is back on track. Bring it on world.
Me and a friend.
I'm better looking, but he has a better personality, and he's smarter too.
I don't know why I can't leave well enough alone. My anal retentivity rears it's ugly head again. Is retentivity a word?
So the California Angels won the World Serious. I hope that doesn't mean another remake of "Angels in the Outfield."
Today is my nephew's birthday. He's old, real old.
I just noticed something. If I take my glasses off and look at the pic of Linda Fiorentino, she looks a little too much like Michael Jackson.
See what I mean. the resemblence is spooky.
My other Bettie Page T-shirt
I have been checking out some other blogs/journals and I am amazed at how long winded some people are. I can barely scrape together a sentence or two, and here they are attempting a sequal to Thomas Mann's " Magic Mountain."
The hell with it. I'll just set the clocks in the morning.
It's now morning. Which clocks have I forgotten to set? Details at eleven.
Loins play in about 40 minutes. I pick the Loins to beat the Bills. They've sucked me in again.
No matter how lousy the weather is, and how bad my sinus are acting up, I have to get out today. I have a serious case of cabin fever. Don't you just love when people moan and bitch about their minor aches and pains? I know I do.
Spring forward, Fall back. Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.Spring forward, Fall back.
I know, I know, I know, we all hate those WHICH CHARACTER ARE YOU quizzes, but this is different. This is TRADING SPACES. I am Doug, but it could be worse, I could be Frank. At least I am one of the quasi-masculine designers.
It's after midnight, so it must be Saturday. One of these days I am going to leave all my typo's in and it will look like I am speaking esperanto.
Hey, there have actually been some votes in the favorite Beatle poll ... decent. I think the word decent is one of the better slang expressions to come out of the 80's. Speaking of the 80's, does anyone remember the 80's sit-com Square Pegs? It was, how would you say it, so 80's, and the little chubby girl was so much cuter than Sarah Jessica Parker.
The Chubby one or Sarah Jessica Parker: You decide.
This is a test. Hmmm, I had a corrupted post and I had to delete everything I had added for today.
No biggie, not like it was anything important, just my my need for pretzels and my mad crush on Ann-Margaret as a 13 year old.
Here she is. From the movie Bye-Bye Birdie
I mean Bye-Bye Bozzie, no wait, I mean Bye-Bye Birdie, and A-M wasn't 13 years old, I was.
Another test. My post's haven't been posting.
Umm, this is not me, I repeat, not me, but if it were me, my chatroom nick would be ...
But it's not me, seriously, it's not me.
Did I make it clear that it wasn't me, but if it were me, I wouldn't admit it, but that doesn't matter because it's not me, seriously
I added my streaming webcam to the page. The image isn't viewable here, but opens in a new window. Of course I don't turn it on very often, because it either freezes up or crashes my computer. Life is so unfair!
It's a humbling experience when no one reads your blog. Do I look like humble? Hey, I got your freakin' humble!
JUNK FOODS I HAVE NEVER HAD: Beef Jerky. Slim Jims. Pork Rinds. Fritos, Cheetos, or any food that ends in Os.
THE SAGA OF THE MISSING ARCHIVES HAS BEEN SOLVED!
Thanks to the greatly appreciated help of "Irene the Q" I am now able to link my archives to the front page.
If I wasn't old enough to be Irene's father I'd give her a big kiss, so how about a dozen roses instead?
Thanks again Irene.
We have established the fact that I am both compulsive and anal retentive. What more will we discover about my fragile psyche?
The Autumn leaves outside my computer room/bedroom
I don't know if you have checked out Friggles the Clown (see left hand margin), but Friggles is boz's alter ego, sort of, and boz is my alter ego, not sort of, but for sure, and doesn't that count as another psychoses for my already fragile psyche? Sybil and Eve are coming over tonight for a game of Mille Borne. I hope I have enough chairs for all of us.
I made up that part about Mille Borne, I have never played it in my life, but it seemed to fit into the flow of the sentence. Didn't it?
Jennifer Jason Leigh is one of my favorite actresses.
The continuing saga of my missing archives:
I know they are still out there, but I just can't get the link to them to show up on my front page. Maybe it isn't my fault after all. Maybe it is a glitch in Blogger. Or maybe it is the dingos that ate the woman's baby back in the 80's. I never trusted those stinkin' dingos.
Yesterday I had a record 18 hits on the GRAND ENNUI. Let's shoot for 20 today!
Whoop, whoop whoop!!! Bargain of the day at K-marts. A three pack of Hanes boxers for ..... 2 bucks!!!
Of the Arquette sisters, I prefer Patricia over Rosenna, but that's just me. Hmm, that is strange. I found both Rosanna and Roseanna as the correct spelling of Roseanna's name. I think that's why I prefer Patricia. At least she knows how to spell her first name.
Nice wings Patricia
I've done it now. I can't access my archives, and I think it is something I did. Maybe if I held my breath until I turned blue, it used to work when I was a kid.
haha, You can't spell Florida without the "da". I just heard that on tv.
The Loins won today, and are now 2-4, and well on their way to the 3 victoires I predicted for them. That isn't a typo. I called them the Loins. The Loins play in the same division as the Peckers. ViQueens, and the #%&$@ Bears.
Today is the one month anniversary of my blog. Big deal, huh!
I can't believe it. I made Google! The Grand Ennui. I'm the seventh on the page. I made Yahoo too. No wonder I am averaging ten hits a day!
"In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand. Got an achin' in my heart, and my pockets full of sand." Sorry, I was just having a Lightfoot moment.
A Little more on Gordon Lightfoot. The 27th anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald is coming up on November 10th. Many people feel that "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" is Lightfoot's best song. I disagree. I think his best song is "Go-Go Round". How 60's-ly poignant.
I got the car washed yesterday, the red one, so naturally it has rained all day today.
I told you the other day about Act 2 Kettle Corn Microwave Popcorn, and how good it is. It is on sale this week at Rite-Aid's. You can get get four packs for a dollar, with no limit. I bought 20 packs. I told you I was compulsive. Good thing there isn't a war going on, I could be picked up for hoarding.
Today is Psychedelic Friday, love beads optional, attitude mandatory.
John Steed: Mrs. Peel, Queen and country need you.
It is duck hunting season, and since I live right off the lake I have the honor of being awakened at dawn every morning by the sound of rifles, shotguns, howitzers, ak-47s, hand grenades, small nuclear devices, or whatever the hell hunters use when they hunt the elusive mallard. Elmer Fudd lives!
The title of my blog came from a song by Mike Nesmith, the ex-Monkee. It just means the Ultimate Boredom. I was not a fan of the Monkees, but I do think some of the stuff Nesmith did after he left the Monkee's was pretty good. Did you know that Mike Nesmith's mother, a secretary, invented Liquid Paper?
Someone kick me in the butt. I need a haircut, but lack the initiative to get dressed and drive in to town. No, wait, I am dressed already. I'm not the kind of guy who hangs around his computer all day in his underwear with a three day growth of beard. No, really I'm not, well, except for the three day growth of beard part ... and maybe the part about hanging around my computer all day. Those parts may be true, but the part about me sitting around in my underwear is definately not true. Well, not usually true, honest.
Praise the lord! My netscape page is back up.
I don't understand it, but it has seemed like Monday all day.
I want to learn to do a page from scratch, using nothing but html. I signed up for a free page at anycities. I heard that anycities sucks, but they are free, and free is my mantra. Here is what I have so far. The I Love a Duck Page
I have been getting an ungodly number of calls from telemarketers lately. As soon as I discover they are telemarketers, which usually takes about two seconds, I tell them I am not interested and hang up. The fading sound of their voices as the headset goes from my ear to the reciever is almost worth it. It is like a drowning man going under for the third, and final, time. Glub, glub, glub.....
The page has gone beserk on me. Half the pics aren't showing up, due to Netscape being down or something.
My 10 minute oil change took a half hour, and it took three guys to do it.
I am blank. I am null. I am void. I am the eggman. I am the eggman. I am the walrus coo-coo-ca-chooooo.
I have such a sinus headache. Just take me out and shoot me. Well, maybe not shoot me. How about just take me out and give me a stern look.
One hour later ...
and my sinus is somewhat less sinus-like.
It's late, the wind is blowing and indian summer is definately over. Hopefully we have a pakistani summer to look forward to.
Have I conquered the last frontier?
Am I at the top of the mountain?
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
If Superman and The Flash had a race, who would win?
Discuss and explain.
Oh my, the Lions have a chance to win on the road against the Vikings, or maybe not. The Vikings tied it up on a 50 yard pass and run while I was typing. I'm going to go out on a ledge. There are about 6 minutes left and the score is tied, but I think the Lions will still pull it out. There ya go, The eternal optimism of a Lion's fan. Of course you know they are pre-destined to lose. Yeah, they lost.
Anybody out there know who Fred Neil is? Great singer/songwriter with a mellow voice who came out of the folk scene of the 60's. An acquired taste, but very influential. I wonder if he is still alive? Let me do a Google and see. Nope, passed away on July 7th, 2001. I think I'll see if I can find anything on Kazaa. Yeah, they have Dolphins, and I'm downloading it now. Actually, I am using Kazaa Lite. Supposedly it filters out the pop-ups and all the other crap. I can say crap. This isn't x-rated, but it is for adults, and adulterers.
Only seven more days till Mindy Cohn's pic is off the front page. I wait with bated breath. It is bated, isn't it, and not baited?
Do you want to hear something really depressing? There are only 11 weekends left till Christmas. The thought of Christmas isn't depressing, it's a pretty cool holiday, with the yule log, the wassail bowl, the chestnuts on the open fire, and all, but hey ... my brain hasn't registered the fact that's there's only 3 weekends left till Halloween.
Damn, I love a good wassail bowl.
It's amazing what you can find while surfing the net. I found this site while looking for a shrine to Mindy Cohn, that rubenesque cutie from the 80's sitcom The Facts of Life. Who Would You Kill?
I think I have tried to join enough blog directory webrings for one night. I am getting bleary eyed, and I am almost positive that I will be seeing html code in my sleep tonight. That's not all bad though. It will be a change from the "minions of death" that I usually see.
I am ready for some hockey-yyyyyy. Wings at Sharks, tonight. Oh, Canada, our true north brave and free-eeeeee!
I like soup, but I haven't had any in a long time.
I think I'll hit the buffet at Ponderosa tomorrow. It's an 80 mile round trip drive through farm country. Hey, I've got an idea. Maybe I'll pick up a cheap pumpkin or two along the way. Pumpkins cost anywhere from 6-10 bucks in town. They're friggin' pumpkins, not organ transplants for chrissake.
It's after midnight ... hey, sounds like a good title for a lame Eric Clapton song, of course every song that Eric Clapton has recorded in the last 30 years has been pretty lame, but I digress. It's after midnight, so I can post again. It's not like I couldn't post before, I am just trying to pace myself. I just have so much blog in me, and I don't want to flame out prematurely.
It's 12:30 am. Time to see if there is anything good on television. We have three religous channels on our cable system. Heck, I didn't know there were that many religions.
I just talked with My nephew Rick in Florida. He gave me the third degree on the pics of my piercing and tattoo's. I don't think he believes they are really mine. He wants, or should I say his wife Kim wants, me to send a pic from the waist up with both the piercing and my face visible. I don't know, that may be too much stress for my camera, but I'll see what I can do. They also think the pic I used for my home page is too somber. I'm sorry, but I can't find my clown face pic. Hey, I am going for a certain "mood" here. I'm looking for dark and foreboding, not happy and smiley.
BTW ... Hi Rick, Kim, Derrick (paper or plastic), Kayla (princess drama queen) and Lucky the Psycho Dog.
I stopped at a roadside stand today and bought a huge head of cabbage for 99 cents. I mean it was really huge. It must have been mutated, like the ants in that 50's sci-fi movie Them. It weighed 15 lbs. I think I'll take it to the movies tonight.
I rented three movies today from the general release selection. General release being the 33 cent for 5 days rentals. For the life of me I can't remember the name of any of the movies. I do know that Sharon Stone is in one of them. So I'll get my money's worth out of at least one of them. I think I like the older, with shorter dark hair Sharon Stone better. On second thought, paraphrasing the youth of today ... she's all good.
It's raining. I'm going back to bed. No, really, I mean it. Rain time = sleep time. It's the law, at least in Northeast Michigan.
Gulp, another goldfish on the verge of being an ex-goldfish. Details at eleven.
Fetish Doll the goldfish is no more. She isn't pining for the fjords. She isn't catching a bit of kip. She isn't resting her eyes. She is a dead parrot, err, I mean goldfish.
I went to the pet store and replaced her with two feeder goldfish @ 25 cents each. At least I won't feel so bad when I kill these two.
I tried Act II Kettle Corn Microwave Popcorn tonight. It had to be about the best popcorn I have ever tasted, and I have tasted a lot of popcorn. It is salted and lightly sweetened, with no butter. Sweetened, but not like carmel corn. I went through the entire bag and could have eaten another one. I give it two thumbs and ten toes up! Did this sound like a testimonial? Do you think I can become the Act II equivalent of the Dell "You're getting A Dell dude" Dude? Duuuuude, you're getting some Act II Kettlecorn.
I quit smoking 15 years ago, that's 105 years in dog years.
I heard the song "Proud Mary" by CCR today. I really hate that song. It reminds me of the snackbar jukebox back in 1969 at Keesler AFB. That song was in heavy rotation along with "Don't Bring Me Down" by the Beatles, "These Eyes" by The Guess Who, and "Son of a Preacher Man" by Dusty Springfield. Were those really my salad days?
I have way too much stuff, and way too many places to put all my stuff.
I used to think that hirsute meant really, really, really smart. Afterall, wasn't Albert Einstein hirsute? Speaking of Einstein, didn't he have a sister named Debbie?
Geez Louise, I just spent a half hour trying to put a webring link on my front page. Yeah, I have it now, but it isn't centered, and being a class A anal retentive, it is driving me crazy. It's four in the morning and I just woke up. The webring link is now centered! Another prophecy fulfilled. My genius is once again intact.
If the pic to the left were a map, wouldn't my head resemble Africa?
Lexx is a much better show than Farscape. It is about time the scifi channel put Farscape out of it's misery.
BMG needs to feature more alt. country music, or else.
I just finished cleaning the computer room/bedroom and I am sweating to beat the band. Look ... there goes Rick Danko and Levon Helm!!!!
Why do computer geeks make me feel inferior? They are longwinded and perpetually patting themselves on the back for their knowledge of all things computer wise. So why then??? Maybe because Geek is the Chic of the new Millenium, or ..... maybe not.
My neck hurts, and so does my ego.
One other thing. Am I the only person on earth with an online jorrnal who proof reads my entries? I can't believe how many simple spelling and grammatical errors I see in otherwise very well thought out rants and screeds.