BaneRants  

You must be at least this tall to ride this ride

::Tip Jar::






::Menu::

View My Stats




eXTReMe Tracker


Crusader for Christ Crusader against Islam


This blog is protected from memes by Grundir the Implacable



Creative Commons License
This work
licensed under
a Creative
Commons License
.

RSS FEED

email me






::Links::


Pat Dollard

James Lileks
(My Idol)


Sharp Knife
(My Other Hero)


BaneRants
(Wordpress)

Now With Best ofs!

Haunted Soldier

Curses & Chrome

All Atwitter

Maiden Magnetic

Random Bits of Pomposity

Baldilocks

Vox Day

Velociman

Pondering...

Doc in the Box

Protein Wisdom

Atlas Shrugs

Twenty Major

Northwoods
Woman


Kolyada.com

Olbermmeinfuhrer

DaddyBlogger



::Previous::
  • Dammit!



  • ::Past::
  • September 2002
  • October 2002
  • November 2002
  • December 2002
  • January 2003
  • February 2003
  • March 2003
  • April 2003
  • May 2003
  • June 2003
  • July 2003
  • August 2003
  • September 2003
  • October 2003
  • November 2003
  • December 2003
  • January 2004
  • February 2004
  • March 2004
  • April 2004
  • May 2004
  • June 2004
  • July 2004
  • August 2004
  • September 2004
  • October 2004
  • November 2004
  • December 2004
  • January 2005
  • February 2005
  • March 2005
  • April 2005
  • May 2005
  • June 2005
  • July 2005
  • August 2005
  • September 2005
  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • April 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • March 2009
  • June 2009
  • July 2009
  • August 2009
  • October 2009
  • November 2009
  • May 2011
  • September 2012







  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

    This page is powered by Blogger.


        Friday, May 16, 2008

    Dammit!

    Just finished BSG. And my weekly Sci-Fi Channel fest. Wow.

    Listening to ICP very muted. Don't need a pan to the skull. The kids and the wife are down. John put himself to bed. Says 'fuck this!' about the first monster on Dr Who, while Nat was crowing that the alien looked like 'a boiled Mister Potatohead!' Oh, what I have wrought.

    Hey, society, no need to thank me. Better watch your sons, though. She's beautiful, will get more beautiful (if my oldest daughter is any indication) and damn, she strikes like a snake. I avoid her easily, of course, but I can see the stitches on a fastball.

    She is going to be formidable when she comes of age and size. If I'm alive, I'll teach her a few things. If I'm dead, the wife will teach her what I have taught her.

    Watch out.

    Shit, how did it become Saturday? Where was I? Dammit! I am just enjoying a semi-cool breeze from my window fan. It hit 100 today. And the wife had a girlfriend over, putting in a pocket garden in our back yard. Hick bitch brought compost and steer shit with her, buckets of it, so I sat around all evening while the wife was at some religious shindig, sniffing my armpits, and checking my shorts, and wondering 'what the fuck?' I accused both kids of shitting themselves, and made them go attempt to shit, and check their shorts, and then I passed by the window and that rich barnyard smell flooded into my sinuses.

    Oh. Sorry kids. Haven't broken the wife's balls yet over it. Tomorrow will come soon enough. We already get plenty of tomatoes from the plants we've got, and I don't want to smell shit all summer. I don't care how good fresh vegetables taste, I can go to the store, and not have to smell shit and rotting compost.

    Sorry to be all over the road here, folks. Shit, 12:17 am? Crap. Time for a shot, chase with water, and a couple of Sour Skittles...okay, back...

    My inner rage came up tonight, but I was able to stuff it. Well, extinguish it. I am surrounded by so much of what appears to be love, that it is like fire retardant on a gas fire.
    I don't think I'm mellowing, but I am changing. The wife's friend watched me, this afternoon, doing sticky hands with Nat, and training John in balance (by essentially knocking him over if he allowed it) and when I met her, I shook her hand, and it was sweaty, and I wiped my hand off on the wife's tank top while she futilely tried to stop me, and the woman's eyes grew...well, a bit wide. And thoughtful.

    Whatevah...12:28am...I'm beat. Enjoy your Saturday. Sorry to afflict you with such disjointed shit.