So much for blogging

Better not expect anything new for a while.

No Luck At All

So of course yesterday is the first day back to the gym for this new year, and after a half hour beating on the elliptical, I come home, feeling 7-up. But happiness is short lived, because there is a call from the school, the younger lad is sick, and after a confusing 20 minutes or so, the MIL drops him off here. Could be pukey, then tired is the consensus from the school nurse and a neighbor, and oh boy, I think, how fun. But after a few hours he's seemingly better.

Cut to today, where he's not well enough to go to school, or maybe the warden at the nurse's office said keep him home a day, whatever. So day two at the gym is on hold, but there is good news because the rod that operates the drain in the shower breaks. Yay! Since it's so old, I have to fashion a paper clip, wire, and tape device worthy of MacGyver, and go fishing for a few minutes before I can pull up the spring and the rod. Now the drain once again works, and it's off to make mac and cheese for the younger lad, who is either playing Club Penguin or watching Nick or whatever.

Gym tomorrow, probably not, since there is a gig at night, and I don't want to be whupped. Sunday morning maybe. Ugh.

Getting back on the stick

While the holidays have left me feeling like I just went 15 rounds with Ali, I am slowly getting back up to speed. And in the sense of a New Year's resolution, I suppose I'll fire up writing here again and see if anything comes out of it. So get your shoes on, and here we go.

How not to edit a website

A plane just crashed in Buffalo, and all aboard, and some on the ground, were killed. Yesterday, as part of the backstory, wild winds and crazy weather ripped through the place. Thus the local news had stories about trees down, stuff getting blown around, etc. This morning when I went to the Buffalo ABC website for info on the crash, the first story listed after the plane crash caught my eye. Here is the screen grab:




In case it doesn't read well, it says, "Damaging Winds Bring Down More Than Just Trees." Yeouch, eh?

Testing

I think Blogger has some problems on the D&C site . . .

I Just Had The Weirdest Phone Call

Not that the call itself was weird, but the phone rang, I waited for caller ID, and then picked it up. I was watching some piano music on youtube with the score going past at the time, and as I clicked the phone on, I clicked off the website. Apparently the guy thought the "ding" of the piano was the beep of a phone machine, and delivered a message, as if said machine was recording. I figured it out midway through his spiel, when he said something like "I'd like to talk to you about it . .. " or whatever. so I just let him go, he finished his message, gave the number to call him back, and hung up, with that spritely little goodbye most people tag on the end when they leave a message.

Too funny.

The Election is over, and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omFdpnSu57U

This Is How We Should All Exit

http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_story.aspx?storyid=100829&catid=14

Kelly Grant, RIP

The above photo is a picture of Kelly sent to me by Jeff Laben. She's the barefoot one in the leather jacket.

The above article was about a friend of mine. It is up for the Scorgies website, since I cannot post pictures there.

Palin the Turtle

The wisdom of a farmer

The old farmer said, "Well, ya know, Palin is a "post-turtle".

Not being familiar with that term, the listener asked him what a "post-turtle" is. The old farmer said, "When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a "post-turtle"."

The old farmer saw a puzzled look on the other's face, so he continued to explain. "You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, she doesn't know what to do while she is up there, and you just wonder what kind of a dumb ass put her up there to begin with."

Cunt-ry First

It's a horrible pun for a title, and even though I wince as I write it, I can't help but continue to be stultified at the Republican's choice for veep. Take a look at this op-ed in the NY Times if you want an interesting viewpoint about her and this whole mess. Better yet, head over to the MSNBC Countdown site and check out the segment called "Palin's Greatest Hits." If it gives you confidence in her, then you may as well stop reading right now.

We're at the point now where people are bitching back and forth, acting childish, pointing out minor flaws in each candidate, like, "Oh yeah, well he voted for this on one bill," and so on, where the point to discredit goes beyond logic. They say Obama doesn't have the experience. Well, the only people that really do have the experience for president are those who have already been president, right? Or any job seeker and their prospective job, for that matter. Take McCain's boast that he was suspending campaigning to go back to Washington and save everything. He didn't go directly, which tells you something about the man, but lost in the shuffle is that without him, there are still 90 something senators who could hammer out a proposal without him. Right?

I don't see McCain as bringing any hope to the White House, and while Obama might be an unknown, he could do no worse than the frat boy rodeo clown who held the job for the last 8 years. I say get Whitey out of the White House.

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Skull whacked

I haven't written in a while, but that's fine, because no one reads this anyway. After fighting off allergic reactions to ragweed, I have conveniently found something more aggravating and painful to occupy my time, namely, the migraine headache. It's a sweet feeling, a combination of the feeling of a railroad spike through my skull, with the added benefit of feeling like someone or something is trying to kick out my left eyeball from the inside. I can't believe how fucking lucky I am.

Return of the Redeye

Allergy symptoms hit hard beginning a week or two ago. Now my day consists of waking up with a runny nose, eyes I want to claw out of my skull, and an itchy throat that could use a drubbing with some 80 grit sandpaper. The generic Zyrtec I got from Rite Aid seems to work randomly. Take the regular dose, and not much seems to happen. Double it, and for periods throughout the day, the symptoms are quelled, but not consistently. Aiding all the fun is the younger lad who wants to play catch outside 24 - 7. I thought staying in with the AC would help, but as evinced on Saturday, it didn't make a difference. So either the whole outdoors and indoors is saturated with ragweed, or I'm simply screwed. I'll suggest the latter, since that's the way my luck goes.

Nothing Says Happy Anniversary Like . . .

While most of the more romantic types might finish the headline with a swoopy, Harlequin Romance kind of rose petal filled bathtub with candles burning and dripping all over the sides of the tub, Michael Bolton music wafting through the smoke and incense infused air, and a slightly chilled bottle of the second cheapest bottle of champagne (actually sparkling wine) that New York State proudly offers, things are done just a bit differently at this house. And so, when I spied this gem in the big beer cooler at Wegmans yesterday, I knew my quest for the perfect evening and means of celebration were all wrapped together in this one little can. Clam juice, tomato juice, and watered down beer all rolled into one? Surely the gods are looking down upon us all.

On a more serious note, today does indeed mark the 15th year of unabated bliss here, and while I will not divulge details (personal information, is, after all, just that), if you do happen to see the missus or myself today, you may congratulate either one of us, and by that I mean rid your wallets of those unseemly dollar bills and hand them over immediately so we can get vittles at a place nicer than KFC.

And if you're thinking I am a total cad and behaving a bit cavalier, and how dare I and I should have at least made reservations somewhere, I defer to the demands of real life. As for a restaurant, provide your recommendation and why in the comments section, and if I use your suggestion, well, I'll send a can of Chelada your way. Second, with the reunion gig of the Press Tones around 48 hours away, any chance of dinner is overtaken by an imminent practice, and a performance the next night. Paltry excuses for the avoidance of a showering of love, but I'm not the best planner in the world. So on a makeup date, where would you go for a dinner, and why? And no, the place cannot have a drive through.

In the meantime, I have to hustle to get some flowers bundled together and ice some cupcakes. In closing, Fred and the boys said it best.

I'll never be well again

At the point now where it's a hack or two in the sink each morning, maybe a few more throughout the day, kinda the equivalent of smoking a pack a day. Though I am optimistic, I still have this nagging feeling that the cold or west nile virus or aids or whatever the hell is bothering me will be staying til the end. Its a drag, but there you go.

Almost Well

The pain in the throat is gone, now the only remnant of this horrid cold is a constant flow of mucus, usually from my lungs to my throat to a sink. Maybe by next week I will be whole again, and ready for allergies to attack.

Kill me please

So the cold that started out in the head, and then moved to the lungs, has now taken up residence in the throat. Feels like strep, but by the time I could get into the doc's, it'd probably be gone, so off I go to suffer some more. Feck me.

The Headache That Won't Leave

It is now July, and I am still sick. The most aggravating feature is a continual headache, at times low level, at times throbbing, that refuses to go away. Even now it pounds. How's your day?

Sick again, WTF?

So apparently, when the older son was sick on Friday and stayed home from school, he passed the disease onto me. It's a lethal sinus cold, where the right half of the skull throbs with all the frequency of a strobe light, the nose runs wild like the overflowing Mississippi, and the body feels, well, like it's someplace else. Needless to say my mood has not been good, as it hurts to talk or think or do anything, even though there is stuff to be done. Hopefully this nonsense will pass soon, because if it doesn't, I will be going over the edge. In a hurry. Why? Can't go to the gym, can't ride the bike, can't do work around the house, can't do squat. So it sucks. So it goes.