I have sat and stared at this screen for I don’t know how goddamn many hours this weekend and I’ve continuously come up with a complete blank. It’s not that nothing funny has happened, it’s just that nothing funny has happened that wouldn’t fit into a tweet. Read the rest . . .
You folks are awesome. No, seriously. You are. After last nights post I got retweets and favorites and new followers and the reader stats for the blog were actually pretty phenomenal when compared to other weekends. Weekend stats tend to suck. Weekday stats rule because you are all at work trying not to work, so that’s good stuff.
So here is the leftover random shit so I can start my week fresh. Read the rest . . .
Saturday. Day off. Day of rest. I ignored my therapist and slept til 1:00 today.
To all the parents and mom and dad bloggers out there that read, it was AWESOME! You’re welcome.
My brilliant idea for the weekend was to write 3 or 4 posts and save them in draft so I’d have some stuff “in the queue” to post during the week when I get home from work and don’t feel like doing shit. The problem is that I wound up with bloggers block and couldn’t think of one good idea for a post today, but I could think of about 1000 things that were just randomly funny but didn’t warrant an entire blog. Read the rest . . .
Had a bit of a busy day yesterday. Well, busy and kind of long. Had several appointments at the VA and that pretty much shot the afternoon, but I’m not here to talk about my psychological issues today.
Or maybe I am, depends on how you look at it.
I’m going to talk about driving.
Because we all think we are the only one on the road that knows how to and therefore the reason God gave us a middle finger. Read the rest . . .
After yesterdays post, I found it a little difficult to find a proper segue from the serious back to the funny. It wasn’t easy, but in the end I think it’s the way Mr. Williams would have gone with it.
So, given the recent look at mortality I’ve had to take, I thought I’d take a moment to share a few things I’ve got on my bucket list.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with what a bucket list is, it is a list of things that we want to accomplish before we die. For those of you that are familiar, I apologize for insulting your intelligence.
So here goes. Consider this kind of a fucked up “Top 20 Thursday” in no particular order: Read the rest . . .
That will come tomorrow. Because right now it is 11:30 in Colorado, so it’s still Saturday and it doesn’t count. I don’t care that it’s 1:30 am in North Carolina. I’m not there and you’re asleep, so neither do you. But this is fun, so I wanna share it.
My friend and one of my saviors, Amy, posted this on Facebook today, and it was friggin’ hilarious. Read the rest . . .
Yes, I’m being a thief at the moment. Well, not really because I’m giving him full credit, but he has clearly had experience with my family, and my dad in particular. Thanks to my brother for finding this article for me. I was crying with joy by the second paragraph.
Sooooooooooooo, here we go: Repost from Doug DeMuro at Jalopnik:
As a journalist, I feel that it’s my duty to provide you, the reader, with carefully researched columns that employ unbiased facts to present multiple sides of today’s most complex issues. So today I’m going to use a lot of hyperbole and anecdotal evidence to write about German cars.
You have no idea how many ways THAT could go wrong in the place I’m about to talk about . . . Read the rest . . .
I had another post that I started yesterday and I was on a good roll with it when I got interrupted and had to leave it for a while. When I went back to it later, I’d lost the roll and couldn’t seem to get it back, so that one gets filed away in the drafts until I regain momentum on it again. Today something else crossed my mind as I was out in the car.
Motorcycles. Read the rest . . .
Seriously, I got nothing. I’d describe it but it looks miniscule and my peeps make me look stupid.
… and they would be right to do so.
I have a post I’ve been working on but can’t focus. I have my friends in my mind and I don’t forget them. Yeah, I made fun of the hurricane, she was a bitch, fuck her.
Good bye Irene.
On the positive note, my son proved his worthiness in the “Waechter volume of comedy worthiness tonight”. I love that kid. Can’t imagine where he gets that sense of humor from.