Monthly Archive for January, 2009

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Anything You Need from Barry? Let Me Know.

Barry has just adopted the my only recommendation to get done in his first 100 days in office. And he’s not even in office. My Man! Barry O’Bomber.

Appoint an Officer of Common Sense. This person doesn’t need a staff an office or a pension. Their sole duty is to follow the Fresh President around and inject common sense when needed. I’m thinking the old *cough/bullshit* would work nicely. The Officer of Common Sense would change whenever the current Officer of Common Sense flames out, or his or her head explodes, or every 100 days, which ever comes first. Joe the Plumber, hell yeah!(He got another gig.)  Going Like Sixty, oh absolutely.

He didn’t pick any of my candidates, but he did establish an Officer of Common Sense. Well kinda. He did as good as he could with all the rigamarole and crap he has to step over in the District.

President-elect Barack Obama has picked Nancy Killefer to serve as the federal government’s chief performance officer (CPO), a newly created post designed to help improve government efficiency and reform budget practices.

She isn’t going to follow Barry around and yell “bullshit” when she sees a lack of common sense.  And she isn’t the top boss. She has a boss. A boss that isn’t Barry. She works in the bureau of management and budget.

Nice try Barry, kudos for making the attempt. But Nancy is a consultant! Fer Chrissakes. She is one of those! “I’ve never done it before, but I’m here to tell you how you should do it.” She is going to apparently introduce the Zagat, AAA, Mobil rating to government.

A body we call ‘Gov-Star,’ modeled after fund-rating agency Morningstar, to provide completely independent measurement of government program performance; to develop comparable program data over time – between programs, between governments, and with the private sector; and to make the data and their implications clear to appropriators and citizens.

I can see I’m still needed. *cough/bullshit!*

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You Got A Back End Master? A “Guy?”

60Everybody needs a “guy.” Sometimes the “guy” will get you a good deal on new video game. A “guy” can be the one that knows just the right place to whomp something to make it run better. Other times the “guy” just happens to know where a really nice shotgun can be had for a song. The “guy” is hardly ever – I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say never, a “girl.”

I got a WordPress guy.

Queen of Shake Shake is migrating her massive blog over to WordPress from Little Sammy’s Blog-a-rama Hosting Service and Cialis Shoppe. She has run into a bit of a problem during the migration. Here, I’ll let her explain it.

I immediately knew I had made a grave, grave error with the Back End Master. It was his look of constipation and strangulation that gave it away. He rolled his eyes and huffed so hard that it ruffled the low cut neckline of my cleavage-showing shirt.

I had to backpedal and quickly. I felt the breeze of his exasperated breath on my chest and knew what I had to do.

“Wait! Look at my titties!” I yelled, and leaned forward across the table.

Queen of Shake Shake’s Back End Master is her hubby. My Back End Master is a Submariner. See the connection?  Dive, Dive, Dive, Up Periscope, Blow the Ballast and all  that… Every blogger needs a Back End Master.

What do we know from tech? It’s like asking Reeg to produce his  own TeeVee show. His Back End Master is Gelman. If there was a better term for Gelman, I haven’t heard it.

Bloggers blog. A few bloggers blog and tinker in the back end. Some tinker in the back end and blog.

I have a guy. If you need a WordPress guy, you can contact my guy. Just like most “guys” you have to catch him on a good day. He’s one of those that blogs and tinkers in the back end, but only when he isn’t scamming the V.A. out of Vicodin.

BTW: RSS readers, please click through and see what my “guy” did to the site today. He made it look the same in Firefox as it does in Internet Explorer. Yay.  The page should load faster too because there was a massive background that had to load before. Now it’s just a bunch of little files that tile.

And did you hear about the ginormous blogging host that crashed and lost everything?

Get a “guy.” What you spend will save you in the long run.

But make sure your “guy”  isn’t easily distracted when you lean across the table.

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Marshal Dillion Faces Boomer Life Decision. Gunfight or Jump off Ledge?


Marshal Dillion is in a real pickle. It’s only four minutes in the the TeeVee show an the bad guys have him cornered. They are on the rocks above and Matthew is on a ledge above the river.
They’re a gonna git ‘im.

It’s a gunfight. I wonder how I would do in a gunfight? I think I would do OK. Because I wouldn’t shoot until the bad guys used up all their ammo.

Bad guys do that. They just blast away and all their shots ricochet off the rocks. Ever notice that? Pow-ping. Blam-chhhiinnng.

I wouldn’t shot until I could kill ‘em.

Uh oh, Matthew has a bad guy chained to his wrist, that’s gonna slow him down.  Remember the movie Speed? Shoot the hostage. Oops, bad guy boss shot the bad guy chained to Marshal Dillion’s. I guess he saw Speed. Well, it helps the Marshal. But there’s The River.
Ah ha! Matthew invented the jumps-off-ledge-into-the-river-stunt in 1972.

Butch Cassidy: Then you jump first.
Sundance Kid: No, I said.
Butch Cassidy: What’s the matter with you?
Sundance Kid: I can’t swim.
Butch Cassidy: Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.

Whew, he made it. Uh oh, he crashed his head into a rock. That’s gonna raise a knot.

I got hit in the head with a pick-axe once. Boys being boys, we were digging a hole. I had the shovel, my cousin had the pick axe. He loosened the dirt and I shoveled it out. We had a lack of communication and he planted the pointy end of the pick axe in my pointy head.

That made a knot. And took a few stitches. Heads sure bleed a lot for not having much blood up there.

OMG, Marshal Dillion is floating face down in the river – without his hat.

I’d like to wear a hat, a big old cowboy hat. I should wear a big old cowboy hat because of the Basil Sell Carsonoma. Also, guys wearing cowboy hats never have to remove them indoors? Notice? Obama introduced a cabinet member and he left his cowboy hat on during the press conference.

Whoa! What luck. Marshal Dillion whangs into a raft. Well lookie there, it’s Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher! No shit. For realz.  They will take him downriver with them. No Pa to be found! Wonder where their Pa is?

Don’t make me no never mind. The bad guys haven’t given up, they are racing on horseback down the river bank.

Harmonica! The kid is playing a harmonica. I took up the harmonica for a while. I could play a decent version of “Rocky Top.” Not a great song to know in Kentucky (it’s one of the unofficial state songs for Tennessee and the University of Tennessee unofficial theme song.) Did you know that you have to breathe in and out to make different notes on a harmonica? Remember when Kenny G set a record for continuous playing one note? That’s circular breathing. Another instrument that requires circular breating is the didgeridoo. I’ll stick with the harmonica. Actually I didn’t stick with it. I can’t practice inside and won’t practice outside. That just leaves the car. Maybe I’ll start practicing in the car on the way to the liquor store.

Look out kids, it’s the rapids. Never mind that these kids brought the raft “down from Osceola” by themselves, they need Matthew to get them through safely.

He did.

I love white water rafting. I’ve done it twice. The second time, Saint Todd DeCubbville fell out. We were on the Arkansas River underneath the Royal Gorge bridge.

It was quick. We hit the rapids, he was out – he was in. Or, he was in, then he was out and then he was back in again.

I don’t know if Jacob’s Crossin’ is near the Royal Gorge, probably not, since Jacob’s Crossin’ is on the Mississippi.

Remember the old jokey way to spell Mississippi? M, dotted letter, crooked letter, crooked letter, dotted letter, crooked letter, crooked letter, dotted letter, hump back, hump back, dotted letter…

Gypsies! They found gypsies. Did you know Vivienne Westwood, the designer of haute couture used gypsies for a big catwalk show one time?

The Marshal wonders off to find more guns and ammo. I guess that would be from the King of the Gypsies. Marshal! Look for the guy in purple pants named Michael Flatley.

Well now, Matthew, you should know better than to try and stop the beatin’ of a trap robber. Now you gotta fist fight Fin McCool.

Matt and Fin thrash around the camp and knock over tents and tables and gambling machines while the rest of the gypsies watch. I guess gypsies like a fair fight.

This gives the bad guys a chance to spot Mr. Dillion with a handsome brass telescope.

I got a telescope when I was a kid. Still have it. Once you’ve seen the craters on the moon once or twice, not much else good comes of owning a telescope. If I lived in a high rise in a big city, I would have a telescope. Probably lots of moons to look at.

Oh jeez, the trap robber is taking Tom and Becky’s raft and now the Marshal has to leave beatin’ that other bad guy and get the raft and now they are all floating down the river. Jack Elam is the trap robber and of course the woman-cheating-roulette-wheel-honey is on the raft now too.

I never been around a woman-cheating-roulette-honey. At least as far as I know.

But there’s always tomorrow.

Part 2? It’s a two-parter? I HATE two parters.

Spoiler:

Marshall Dillion makes it back to Dodge OK.

PS: I know Dodge is in Kansas. I mean OK as in Okeedokee, not Oklahoma.

Facebook Finally Has Value: Reveals Genius

Okay, so we all screw around on Facebook posting clever or not so clever snippets of our daily ongoings/goingson. Laurie Ruettimann is a Punk Rock HR person, and she is de-religifiying (anti-christmasing) her home today. As women are wont to do,  (love archaic language since I am archaic) she is bitching about it.

Laurie has removed the last vestige of holiday crap from her house.

She has a genius “friend” – could be a stalker for all I know, but whaddevah. The guy is pure evil. Check out his comment:

i concur: just leave a disturbing cross-sample of xmas lights, manger scenes, easter bunnies, halloween detritus, and thanksgiving crap all over the lawn and house for people to enjoy year ’round.

in fact, you should add as much observed-holiday shit as you can find and mix it all together so it looks like you’ve gone completely around the bend or begun taking massive amounts of lsd: have a life-size replication of the JFK assassination in the front lawn with an old convertible (with santa driving, the easter bunny as oswald, flanked by the three wise men and cashmire polaski as the secret service), and jackie is played by george washington dressed as an axe-wielding leprechaun with a pumpkin head who is giving jack a valentine just as he’s grabbing his throat.

he keeps handing the valentine back and to the left. back, and to the left. back. and. to. the. left.

if you need a coordinator, i know a guy who specializes in this stuff.

Is Genius no? Yes.

hoping isreali’s get the rocke…

hoping isreali’s get the rocket launching bastards.