Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
I got a new puppy a couple days ago. Her name is Lucy. She's a five-month-old black labrador retriever mix. The shelter wasn't sure who her dad was, but they knew her mom was a lab. The more I'm around her, the more I think she's got some Shar Pei in her. She has lots of loose skin and some wrinkles around her face. She's a very sweet dog that rarely barks. So far she has only barked at my parents' cat. Other dogs don't seem to get her too excited. She still has a ways to go on the house training. I need to get a fence built in the backyard so she can spend some more time outside. I think she'd enjoy that immensely.
To think that Lucy could have been put to sleep on Friday makes me sad. I'm glad I was able to save one dog from an untimely death. I love Lucy.
Sorry, I've been in the midst of a massive brain fart lately. The words just ain't flowin'.
Because I'm Housin'
Owning a house sure makes tax season more enjoyable. I heart tax deductable mortgage interest.
I Want Myyyyy...I Want My MVPeeeeeeeeee
So now Mike Greenwell's bitchin' and moanin' about finishing second to a steroid-juiced Jose Canseco on the 1988 A.L. MVP ballot. Boo hoo, Mr. Greenwell. I'm sorry, but I don't think you have much of a case here. Canseco was a unanimous choice in '88. Yeah, maybe he would've only hit 30 homeruns without the juice, but that's still more than your piddly 22. Plus, his extra bulk probably slowed him down, so, without the 'roids, he easily could have stolen more than the 40 bases he managed to swipe that year. So shut up, Mike. A 30-30 Canseco would have beaten you almost as easily as the 40-40 version did. If you really want to do something about it, why don't you borrow Uncle Rico's time machine, set it for 1988, and re-live your last moments of glory over and over again. Otherwise, it's 2005 now. Get over it already.
Now I'm Thirteen, Smokin' Blunts, Makin' Cream
Why are so many thirteen-year-olds on the drug scene instead of the football team? Why do we crucify the police when they shoot at the driver of a stolen car in self-defense?
Shouldn't we be more worried about why the kid was out at 4 a.m., in a stolen freakin' car, in the first place? Nope, our society prefers to place all the blame at the feet of the police officer. After much outrage, the LAPD has now decided to make shooting into moving vehicles, heading straight for them, illegal.
Why does this country go so far out of its way to protect criminals? Hey, if you don't want to get shot at, don't steal cars! If you simply must steal a car, at least avoid using it as a weapon to assault an officer.
There's a reason there were 515 homicides in LA last year, and it's not because our laws, or law enforcers, are too strict.
Save Money and Save Energy
Accept the Tide ColdWater challenge!
And I divest...
I've officially begun my foray into foreign currency investments. I'll let you know when I've reached George Soros status.
Go Euro, Go Euro, Go Euro, Go Euro!
Go Rand, Go Rand, Go Rand!
Renminbi, Renminbi, Renminbi!
Aerials, So Up High
Fun with satellite photos.
This bare patch of grass now contains the new development in which I live. The large pond in the middle has since been drained and I have a nice view of its emptyness out my rear livingroom window.
These are the homes of my two favorite professional sports franchises, the KC Royals and the KC Chiefs. They aren't the best teams, but parking isn't one of their problems!
Here's my alma mater, Kansas State University. Go Wildcats! The engineering building is the two offset squares in the left-center.
This is the ENTIRE town of Palmer, KS (population 125), where both my parents grew up and both my grandparents still live. My dad's mom lives across the street north and about half a block east of the ball diamond. My mom's parents live directly west of the grain elevators in the center of the picture.
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Sometimes Your Words Just Hypnotize Me
Choose a band/artist and answer only in song titles by that band/artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Are you male or female? Nasty Boy
Describe yourself: Big Poppa
How do some people feel about you? Respect
How do you feel about yourself? Sky's the Limit
Describe your ex-girlfriend/ex-wife: Things Done Changed
Describe your current girlfriend/wife: Friend of Mine
Describe what you want to be: Unbelievable
Describe your current mood: Gimme the Loot
Describe your friends: Notorious Thugs
Share a few words of wisdom: You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)
Thank you, Candied Ginger, for that fun list o' questions!
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Thanks goes out to Karol for bringing such a cool site to my attention.
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I am Cornholio!
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I'm Such a Dork
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Via Serial Killers and Pornos
Where's the Wicked Mitch of the West when we need him? I can barely remember the days of Mitch Richmond, Steve Henson, Charles Bledsoe, LaKeith Humphrey and others. Actually being able to watch a Kansas State basketball team in the NCAA tournament is a distant memory. I hardly remember what it felt like. Lately I've been relegated to rooting against the frickin' Jayhawks every post season. Their numerous letdowns in recent years have provide some consolation. This year started out promising. Jeremiah Massey & Co. have played some great games, but they lack the consistency of a good team.
Alas, the early season dreams of an NCAA bid have all but disappeared. An NIT bid is still possible, but that's a distant second to the Big Dance. Maybe next year will be different. I would really like to be able to dust off my dancin' shoes while I'm still young enough to bust a move.
After seeing many football players with chin straps this season, even without their helmets on, I decided to give one a try myself.
So, ladies, what's the deal with facial hair anyway? Do you like it? Do you prefer a clean shaven man? Please tell me what you think. I won't be offended either way. I tend to change up my shaving routine every couple of weeks anyway. Goatee, clean shaven, sideburns, you name it, I'll try it. I don't know how long this strap will last. It's a pain in the ass to maintain.
What More Can I Say, Top Billin'
I'm currently watching the Nuggets/Cavaliers game on ESPNHD. While most people would probably take in this game to see LeBron James (he IS an amazing player), I get more enjoyment out of Earl Boykins. I love that guy! He's so tiny! He looks like a sixth-grader out there with everybody else. I'm surprised at how well he is able to compete with the normal-sized players at his position. You go, Earl!
I don't like the word...probability.
So I finally replaced my old, cracked windshield with a shiny, new one yesterday, right? Now, what do you think the probability was of a couple rocks wreaking havoc on said new windshield less than ten minutes into my very next trip? Well, apparently the probability was 1, because my windshield now has a couple of very nice pits in it. Hey Thomas Bayes, why don't you just take your stupid theorem and shove it!
Rebel Without A Pause
Chuck D and several others involved in the production of "It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back," widely revered as the greatest rap album of all time, will be discussing the making of this ground-breaking album at NYU on February 25 & 26. If I lived in NYC, I'd be all over this. I've always been a fan of Public Enemy and Chuck D. A free chance to meet him and learn about his exploits early in his career would be hard to pass up.
That word describes much of my God-given abilities. So many of the talents I possess seem to be have been deemed unnecessary by the run-of-the-mill people in the real world. Why have I still not found a niche for myself? Life really frustrates me sometimes. At some point I need to stop searching and start carving. Knowing when to make the switch is the difficult part. Clearing my own, new path takes a lot more cajones than finding one that's already been paved and traveled by the masses. Hey, at least I'm from Kansas. I can always dream of that perfect place somewhere over the rainbow.
'Cause the streets is a shortstop. Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked iPod.
I'm not into drugs, so I really need an iPod. Puhleeease!
Hey yo fat girl, come here, are you ticklish?
Yeah, I called you fat. Look at me, I'm ski...okay, so I'm not so skinny anymore. When I went to the doctor today the nurse weighed me in at 240 lbs. Damn! I wouldn't call myself chubby, or even pleasantly plump for that matter, but I guess I've added 15 vanity pounds somewhere. My 6'4" frame definitely has the ability to add the extra poundage without me noticing all that much.
This weather needs to start warming up so I can get outside and start burning some calories. I haven't kicked my wife's but in a good game of tennis in awhile! :) She's actually pretty good, but I think I beat her more times than not. She just can't quite handle my Roddick-like serve yet. However, she exacts her share of revenge in table tennis.