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Friday, 10-20-17: I failed again at hunting.
I jumped some deer where I park, and I jumped some deer on the way in, but I didn't think that would mess up my hunt because it is 0.53 miles to walk in so of course I am likely to spook something on the way to my stand in the early morning. A half-mile to my stand it pretty far, but it is well worth it because I see more deer per hunt back near "Supertree" than I have ever seen anywhere else in this bootleg hunt-fail state that we live in. I love Maine (except for winter F Maine from Dec-Mar), but the whitetail deer hunting here kinda sucks when compared to other states in the USA. I watch hunting shows and guys pass up 8-pointers because they would rather shoot a 10 in the midwest. Hell, around here just seeing deer is a win and I shoot just about anything. What a bunch of crap!
There were no deer to be seen at my stand at the best time, the first hour. However, there was a huge grey owl that flew by my ass extremely closely, and it landed on a branch a mere 10 yards or so away. He looked at me like I should be a corpse, but thankfully he decided to fly to another branch and then a short time later eat a squirrel or something. I'm not sure he really ate a squirrel, but after he did a dive to and from ground-level from a branch nearby all the squirrels STFU for a while so I think maybe those loud-ass squirrels lost lost a compadre and I nearly saw it happen. Owl 1, squirrels 0.
I didn't see any deer during my hunt, and I was getting close to quitting, when at 0800 I saw a deer. Oh Jesus, hell ya! It was the same deer I shot at and missed two days ago, this guy:
That spikehorn came from the "Supertree" area, and he did not seem to be in a huge hurry to be anywhere. I watched him for several minutes, but he was way out of range so I patiently waited. I saw him from time to time through the brush a good 60-70 yards away, and he appeared to be hitting the road. However, at the last minute he turned and headed right towards my apple tree. Oh Jesus, hell ya! I told myself I would only shoot if it was the perfect opportunity, and not long after that he was standing a mere 20 yards away eating apples. I lined him up, I shot, and my arrow hit him well. Or so I thought.
My shot felt great, but it looked like I hit him too high. After my arrow passed through he ran off, but he did not act like he was dying. I saw him milling about for a bit maybe 60-70 yards away through the brush and then after a minute I did not see him anymore. I was mightly tempted to start tracking him down, but F that I decided to be smart so I hauled my ass the hell out of there and went home for an hour or so. I've tracked wounded deer before, and it never ends well because a deer can run seemingly a friggin' mile in about 30 seconds. I wanted that deer to just hang out right there, lay down, and die. Seems cruel but hey I want steaks gods damn it.
When I went back to look for Mr. Spike I did not have high hopes. I had a feeling my shot was too high, but the arrow passed right through and there was a blood trail. Unfortunately, the blood trail died out after a bit and there was no dead deer. What a bunch of crap! I looked all over the place, but all I found was a whole lot of nothing and some other hunter's climbing tree stand way back in. Up here you can't escape other hunters, but when you walk a half-mile to get to your spot you avoid the majority of them.
I failed. I shot a deer, I made it bleed, and I have no steaks in my freezer as a result. What a bunch of crap! It is embarassing. However, I plan to learn from it. I realize that when I hunt from my tree stand and shoot at deer (or anything) I am shooting too high. I tried to practice from the roof of our own house, but that is not the same because of the angle, etc. The deer today gave me the PERFECT shot opportunity, too. 20-ish yards, broadside, no obstructions. There simply is no excuse for failing except for the following: I SUCK.
I feel like a turd. I smelly oily fish-turd. I do not even know what a fish-turd is, but it seems gross so that is me. Shooting that deer and not getting it messed up my karma for the rest of the day. It was a weird day. Now I am half in the bag and about to head down to Jester's. Poor Kat, she didn't even get any sleep today so I know she is exhausted. Good thing we don't have a lot to do tomorrow so we can recover and actually sleep. No deer hunting for me tomorrow. My dumb ass is DENIED until I do it right. Game over, man. Game over. The end.
Wednesday, 10-18-17: First deer hunting fail
story of the season.
I just had a good feeling about this morning's hunt. I have had plenty of deer activity on my trail camera there in the mornings, and I was able to get to my stand and be set up for the hunt at 0619, six minutes before the start of legal hunting time. As soon as I was set up some birds and squirrels nearby started their morning routines so the woods were far from quiet. However, at about 0650 I heard some more faint noises not far behind me that did not seem bird or squirrel-like in nature, I snuck a peek, and there was a small spikehorn deer. Oh Jesus, hell ya! He was close, too. 20-25 yards away. Unfortunately, there was no shot opportunity behind me, not with my bow, and I was afraid he would catch my scent or see me move. Fortunately he did not spook, and eventually he slowly meandered right where I wanted him to be. Broadside, 20 yards away at 0655. There were a few small branches almost in the way, but I had a clear lane. I had been contemplating not shooting him because he was not a big deer, but F that the majority of the time hunting around here yields jack friggin shit except for some peace and quiet in the woods if you enjoy that sort of thing, which to a point I actually do. So I decided to take the broadside shot.
I let the arrow fly, I thought I had a good hit, but he only bounded about 10 yards away before he stopped. Uh oh. A definite miss. What a bunch of crap! Even worse, he was 10 yards too far away for me to get a good second shot. He meandered about for a while more before slowly leaving the area. He did stop broadside at about 30 yards away for a while, but I decided not to shoot because there were some small branches and brush in the way. I waited a few minutes as I watched him slip away before I decided to try a couple bleat calls. Two calls did not draw him back so I waited about five more minutes and bleated twice more. Again, DENIED.
After about 15 more minutes it seemed highly likely that he was out of there like a fat kid in dodge ball. He had been spooked by my miss, but not to the point of run, flee, escape. I decided to get a little more agressive with my calls in case he was still interested in a possible return so I did three bleats, two grunts, and two more bleats. No sooner had I finished the last bleat when I heard crashing off to my 4-o'clock, behind me. I turned, and I saw the rear end of a bigger deer hauling its ass the hell out of there. OMG I SCARED OFF ANOTHER DEER BECAUSE I AM A GIANT DUMBASS. WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAP!
Normally when I bleat and grunt I look all around for deer before I move at all to get the two calls out of my left pocket. However, I did not look because I was still looking for the other deer that had disappeared in the other direction. I had heard a little noise in behind me, but the friggin' squirrels were making all kinds of noise all around me so I thought it was the same pesky squirrel back there. In hindsight that was a very unwise assumption because I am pretty sure I got busted by an even bigger buck. I can't be certain, but I know for a fact it was a pretty big deer and it was flying solo. I figure my first two bleats that I did about five minutes apart drew another buck in, but he was smart and being sneaky on his way to the party. Unfortunately, he saw my dumb ass moving in my stand when I was doing that last round of calling, and he was only about 20 yards away so he definitely knew there were no other deer in the area who were having fun without him.
OMG I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT UP UNTIL THE DEER SHOWED UP THEN I WAS A GIANT NINCOMPOOP AND I DID IT ALL WRONG. WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAP! I did hunt for another hour in the hopes that some does or other deer would stroll through, but there was no action. Seems I had already spoiled all the fun under that apple tree. I blew it! After I climed down from my stand I looked for my arrow, and I found it quickly. Thankfully it stuck up a bit because half the time they nose-dive under the leaves never to be seen again. Unfortunately, my broadhead was hopelessly lodged underground and into a root so oh well that is what a deserve for failing at life. I figure the reason I missed is I shot low. I thought he was 20 yards away, but he was closer to 25 yards away. I suck!
I can't help but wonder if that bigger deer was this guy:
Of course I cannot be sure of that, but the speculation is fun. I'm a little bummed that I missed, but I am glad that I didn't wound another deer that I may never have recovered like I did in early November of last season in that same spot.
The shot felt good. I just misjudged the distance. What a bunch of crap!
Sunday, 10-15-17: Our new bedroom floor.
^Tiger Lily getting in the way, but because I love her so much I let it slide until it was time to start the new floor. Gotta love the fact that there were old puke-green vinyl tiles under that carpet and pad! The house was built in 1955 so perhaps those tiles were installed way back then when the place was new? I'm not picky about flooring colors and decor, but OMG those things are FUGLY. I don't even know what FUGLY means, but let's just assume the F makes it FRIGGING UGLY. What a bunch of crap those things are. Thankfully they came up relatively easily because I assume the glue that once held them down was over 50 years old and pretty much useless.
An outlet on that side of the room has never worked since I bought the place, and I could not figure out why the wire feeding the thing is dead so I just fished new wire up from the basement and installed two new outlets on that wall. I tied into an existing 20-amp line with 12-2 wire so hopefully whatever was already on that circuit can handle a little more. I'm guessing it can. Okay, I'm hoping it can. When you run wires on guesses and hopes you are definitely not qualified to be called anything more than a hack. What a bunch of crap! All we have plugged in is a fan, the TV, and the DVD and cable box. Nothing that draws too much juice. So far so good.
^The new floor, the same "Khaki Oak" by Allure sold at Home Depot that we used for both the downstairs room and Katherine's bedroom a couple months ago. I love that Allure flooring, and I have used a lot of it in the past 1.5-2 years. So far the stuff has held up well, and I hope the same can be said for it several years from now. It costs about $1.79 per square foot so it's middle-grade overall. It is very easy to install so that is my favorite feature. If more than two people ever read this shit-show of a site I could solicit Home Depot for the free product plug.
I had planned to take two full-ish days to do that floor, but I got it done Wednesday and Thursday morning I only had to do a little trim caulking, some trim white, and a few other small things that took less than an hour in total. Oh Jesus, hell ya! The "to do" list for things here at our own house continues to dwindle, but I still have plenty left to do in the next couple months. My next project that I will hopefully get done tomorrow is installing a new microwave oven in the kitchen.
The Patriots are playing the Jets right now, but I am going to wait and watch it when Kat and Katherine get back from watching the new Kingsman movie. I was going to go, but Katherine wanted to spend time with her Mom solo so that works for me. I got the dogs to the park, and I lifted some weights. After this I will attempt to go for a jog.
Okay turds, all two of youz, I jogged a mere one mile today. My cardi is piss-poor. What a bunch of crap! Oh well, I'm not that concerned because I have done plenty of work in my gym, and I have also played a lot of racquetball lately.
Yesterday I went down to the midcoast to bowhunt with both Dad and Jason. We hunted at the prison farm, and I fell asleep a little bit while in the "corner blind." What a bunch of crap! When you are bivouaced in your ground blind you never see deer. I did see a porcupine at least. None of us saw jack friggin' shit, but the odds were stacked against us because it was nearly 70 degrees. Would have been better to be 20 degrees cooler, but I can't complain too much because winter is just around the corner and come January I'd shit a golden brick just to hit 70 here even for a minute. (I think the all-time high temp in January here is in the 50s, but I don't even care... whether or not I care to look it up.)
I've been looking at the instructions for this new under-cabinet microwave oven that we bought last month when we got our new fridge. It's been sitting in the box here since then, and it needs to get installed. Our old one still works, but it makes funny noises. I have never installed an under-cabinet microwave before. It looks like it would be kinda easy, but not really because the one there does not vent so I have to deal with that. Venting will suck. A lot. Oh well, that is not my concern right now. I'm out of here to do a few other little things before my awesome wife gets home and we watch the football game from the DVR. Right now the game is in the 3rd quarter (I'd guess), but I am not going to check the score because that would defeat the purpose of watching it from the beginning in a half hour or so.
Goonies never say die!
Friday, 10-13-17: Time warp already?
Just kidding. Sorta. Being totally off the grid would suck. A lot. I still want to watch the Patriots, the Red Sox, and catch up on the latest news. Local on the 8s? Oh Jesus, hell ya! However, modern things like Failbook = what a bunch of crap! Seriously, fuck that thing. Sme applies to the Twitter, which should be renamed the Shitter. Our loser-ass president gets on that Shitter-thing, and he makes comments that are horrible. He is a turd, and he is also an epic fail. hey Trump, I gots somethning for ya:
I have the Yankees vs. the Astros on the TV tonight. Game one of the ALCS. The Red Sox washed out of the playoffs like a turd washes down a Mansfield toilet, and as a reward for that failure their manager, John Farrell, got these words of discouragement from the owners: YOU'RE FIRED! I don't care that he got fired. I didn't care one way or another whether or not he got to stay, but probably good riddance because he was not that great. Just mediorce, and a team like the Red Sox deserves great.
Before I put on the game I was watching a hunting DVD, but then I got interrupted by drunk family members so I turued it off. It is a DVD that came with my grunt and bleat calls that Kat got me for X-mas last year. I already had some calls, but these ones are better. Plus I have some antlers for rattling thanks to my awesome wife. The goal this year is to get two deer. yeah, TWO. Can I do it? Yes if I go all-in, but no if I don't hunt that much. This year I plan to hunt a lot more. I plan to go with Dad and Jason tomorrow, but maybe not depending on my bootleg truck. That thing. It stalled twice tonight. TWICE. After I got $40 in gas ($2.42 a gallon not horrible.) The thing did not start for a couple minutes. What a bunch of crap! Plus earlier it stalled on 395 just before the left turn onto Odlin Rd and the gym for R-ball. I can't have that shit happening if I am going to drive 65 miles one-way tomorrow to go to the midcoast so hopefully I can get it fixed. However, it is already 2248, I still have to drink more, and it will be a late night so maybe tomorrow will suck.
I am all done. Fin. It is time to go to Jester's. Next time I will hopefully post photos of our new bedroom floor. The Yankees are losing 2-0 in game 1 in the 8th inning in Houston. Oh Jesus, hell ya! Goonies never say die!
Thursday, 10-12-17: Tree falls, guy has to do
stupid shit so he does not have to pay for removal.
^Tree definitely fell. What a bunch of crap! Thankfully there did not appear to be any major damage to the building... yet. Roof intact, siding okay. That is a big tree, too. Removing big trees is dangerous. The problem was compounded by the fact that all the weight of the tree was supported by the building so I had to worry about my saw blade pinching, and I had to worry about the cut pieces hitting my worthless ass once they were cut. Taking it all down at the base of the tree at once was not going to work so I had to do it in four larger sections.
Thankfully for me Phil was planning to come up to visit so I had him just meet me at that property so he could give me advice, help a little, and we could catch up. I had the easiest of the four main pieces cut down when he arrived, and I am glad he was there to help me with the last three because when he arrived I was about to call a professional tree taker-downer. That probably would have cost my ass $500, but it would have been worth it if I didn't have help because on my own I would have screwed it all up and possibly died. Seriously.
Phil is epic smart. He gave me some good suggestions, and we got two more sections down without dying and without damaging the building. The final piece, though. That one was a dick to us.
I took that picture after I had already climbed my non-Rambo ass up onto the roof to cut away a lot of the top. I had to dangle over the edge, and I give thanks to the gods that do not really exist that my wife did not stop by to see how I was doing at that moment or for sure she would have shut that shit down. In hindsight it was one of the most dangerous things I have ever done, but hey while I was doing it I was thinking of all the money we were saving by not having to hire out the removal!
I was going to cut that last piece of tree on the right side from my stepladder away from the base, but Phil and I agreed it was really too dangerous. Too much of a risk that it would fall more towards the ladder and do major damage. So he talked me into going to Aubuchon Hardware to buy 100-feet of sturdy rope.
^We used my truck to pull on the remaining tree, and Phil used the chainsaw to take some out of the base. It took a bit of work, but we finally got it to fall. However, it got stuck before it fell all the way down. Fail! So it was back onto the extension ladder for me with my running saw in hand. I cut the final piece that was jamming up the works, and in hindsight that was also extremely dangerous. Once I cut the final piece I thought I might die because the remaining tree went flying to the ground, and unfortunately on the way down my precious... precious siding took on some damage.
^What a bunch of crap! Oh well, I'm not that worried about it I'm sure even a professional removal-person might have had that happen. (Okay maybe not but it helps me justify doing stupid shit to save a few hundred bucks. Psychology 101, beotches!) I'm guessing that is "only $25 in siding damage, but it will take some time to do the repairs. A couple roof shingles did take on some damage as well, but that was caused by the tree falling and not by my non-Rambo ass.
I think next time I have something like that happen (hopefully never!) I will call a pro because it was very dangerous. Trees are fuckin' heavy, and if they land on you the end result is all bad. I look at the photos and wonder what I could have done differently, and I don't think there is too much differently I could have done. No way I could remove it from the top down because of the angle. I guess it would have been nice to not stave up the siding, but oh well I can live with that.
Kat stopped by to see the damage just as Phil left to go have lunch with his brother. I didn't finish cutting everything up Tuesday, and yesterday I went BEAST MODE here at our own house doing a new bedroom floor, so today I am heading over there to cut up some of that brush. Thankfully none of the debris is in a driveway. It's just sitting in the small back yard, but it is an eyesore and it needs to go. Cutting it all up will take a few more hours so I'll pick away at it today, tomorrow, and into next week if needed.
Tuesday, 10-10-17: Bye bye Red Sox.
The Astros and the Indians both had incredible seasons. The Red Sox had a good season and took first place over the hated Yankees, but sadly the Yankees are still alive in their playoff series. They beat the Indians yesterday to tie that best-of-5 contest to 2-2. Now I will mainly follow the MLB playoffs to root against the Yankoffs.
Today is forecast to be 76 degrees. Awesome! It was hot last night and muggy, and I slept like a turd. Do turds sleep? I think not, but if a turd did sleep it would be a restless slumber down the sewers to hang out with Mr. Hanky. It took me forever to fall asleep, and then my ass was awake early. What a bunch of crap! Oh well, hopefully I can make up for it tonight when it will be cooler and I will be more tired.
I have a few things on the list to take care of today, but near the top of the list is prepping our bedroom for a new floor. My plan is to rip out the old, bootleg carpet in our bedroom tomorrow morning and to replace it with a floor that looks exactly like this:
I'm hoping to get our bedroom floor done in two days. One day would be awesome, but I doubt I can pull that off considering I still will have to rip out the old carpet, remove trim, move furniture, etc. If the room was totally empty then that would speed up the process of course, but that is not a feasable option. The new flooring installs quickly, but the prep always takes the longest. Hopefully I don't have to put down any plywood as a subfloor. I don't think I will have to do that, but I won't know until the carpet gets hauled on.
I had a tenant text me yesterday evening from my Chamberlain duplex telling me a tree fell on the back of the building. What a bunch of crap! I don't think the tree actually fell, I think it is just growing into the building a bit, but I have to head over the check it out shortly. I noticed earlier this year that tree branch will be needing to go so hopefully it is no big deal. If it did fall into the house and cause damage then I guess our bedroom floor ain't getting done tomorrow...*
The new Star Wars movie trailer is going to air on The Today Show in 3 minutes. Part 8 I believe? Sadly Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher) died so she will not be in part 9, but she dit film her roles for part 8 before she passed if I recall. RIP Carrie Fisher. They killed off Han Solo in part 7, those mudda fuckas, so now Luke is the only one left who was in the original trogy from the late 70s and early 80s, not including the ones in costume like Chewbacca and the robots, etc. Maybe Lando can make a cameo! I always thought he was a great character, and he more than held his own in the best of the Star Wars movies, Return of the Jedi.
^If you don't think this is the best Star Wars movies and one of the best movies of all-time then I hate you. I probably hate you anyway, but I'll hate you a little more.
*Okay turds, all two of youz who read this bootleg site, I looked and a tree definitely fell on that building. It is a mess, too. What a bunch of crap! I'll post photos and a rant about that next time.
Saturday, 10-07-17: Needs more Tom Petty. Oh,
I failed at carpentry bigtime.
^From 2010 when "Mark Moment" had a falls count anywhere match. Was that the one where Spike Dudley spilled my beer and bought me a replacement? It just might have been...
I uploaded some random photos that were on my digital camera. First is the hallway closet door that I finished a couple weeks ago:
^Hello, Tiger Lily. I am glad I made a closet out of that area because it keeps things looking tidy. Plus I have a space for my hunting gear as well as some tools, wood for the fireplace, etc.
^Tiger Lily (left), and Copper (right) during a morning a week or so ago. The dogs are so fired up in the morning that I often have to put them out 2-3 times in the first hour so they don't stomp all around the house and wake up Katherine in the basement below the living room area.
We have a lot of pets. I took this picture a few days ago:
^Sometimes there is simpy no room for me on the couch. What a bunch of crap! Two dogs, three cats (four including my awesome "Kat" wife. Hehehehe. We are okay with the animals getting onto the furniture because, fuck it. Not like we live the fancy high life half our friggin furniture came from Marden's. Shoulda bought it when we saw it at Marden's! Oh wait, we did. Hehehe.
Finally is this image of my epic fail as a carpenter. This fail happened nearly two months ago when I was finishing up the remodel in the basement. My brad-nailer that Jason got me for Christmas is a great gift. However, it does turn me into finish-work-Rambo, and as a result this happened:
^OMG I DROVE A FINISH NAIL RIGHT THROUGH SOME 3/4" TRIM AND DIRECTLY INTO THAT PEX HEATING PIPE. WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAP! It did not leak at first because, I can only assume, we were not using the heat. However, once we started using the heat it started to leak and I was pwned. That sucked. A lot. I had to remove all kinds of trim just to find that leak. My bad. I had three different leaks to fix on Monday, and by far that one was the worst. I had to go buy a "Sharkbite" fitting and cut that pex pipe. It was not in an easy-to-access part of the house either. Gods damn it! Then I put on the "Sharkbite" and did a test run and it leaked all over the place worse than ever. My bad. I did not have the Sharkbite installed all the way so I made another mess. Water was everywhere and I sucked at life. Thankfully I fixed it in time to go for a jog, but then during my jog I pulled my right hamstring so gods damn it I epic failed.
Into the Great Wide Open, another great Tom petty tune. I just had two "Maurice's Mentholated Mint" shots. WTF, over? I guess the generic version of Dr. Migillicutty? Before that was a 24-ounce Bud Light Peach-a-Rita while I lifted some weights and did some painting. Yeah, I was working at 2130-ish. Bootleg Properties is 24/7 beotches! Until I pass out of course then my phone goes unanswered for a while. I'll probably pass out later, but hopefully I don't get too liquored up. Last night I got pretty drunk, but somehow I was smart enough to shut my shit down and switch to a Coke at the end so I didn't have a hangover. I was still able to play Rball today like a boss. Thank you, Monster Energy!
I am done. Fin. It is time to go hang out with my awesome wife now at Jester's. I am half in the bag, but I should be able to drive to the bar. I hope! Those bootleg Dr. Migillicutties are not that high in booze content.
Friday, 10-06-17: Deer on the cam OMG.
Hell, I'll settle for this spikehorn:
All I wanna know is why? Why was he there IN BROAD DAYLIGHT JUST HOURS BEFORE I HUNTED THERE?! What a bunch of crap! Of course I hunted that spot tonight, and I did not see jack friggin' shit. Looks like the deer are there in the mornings during legal hunting times more than in the evening, but that will evolve as the season progresses. Right now it is still so early, and it has been above average mild so it barely even feels like fall. For heating bill considerations that is a major win, but for hunting it is a giant turd.
Speaking of giant turd, the weather lately has been great for jogging. However, I have a right calf strain so I am pwned and can only hobble around this bootleg town that is really a city and not a town. No skyscrapers, but population nearing 10k and taxes that compare to a city so might as well call it what it is. It should be called you are pwned now and enjoy that $400 water/sewer bill and that $4000 a year property tax bill for your 1955 ranch house that does not taste as good as ranch dressing. Those mudda fuckas! SOmetimes I think we should haul on Brewer because it is gods damned expensive, but then I realize the 0.33-mile commute to both my bootleg gym/office and to Jester's is a major win.
I talked to Mom on the phone for nearly an hour tonight. OMG. She had a lot to say about Dad's poor health and Doug. Poor Dad, he went hunting with Jason tonight but then he apparently told Mom he is not sure how much hunting he can do because he feels so shitty. Doctors do not know why he is sick all the time, and that is sad. The day Pop can't go hunting this time of year is a sad day indeed. Dad is cryptic regarding his health, but from what I can tell he gets numbness in some extremities, he gets dizzy, and overall he just feels terrible a lot of the time. However, he still decides to be a badass so he goes hunting anyway. I'm glad Jason lives nearby and loves to hunt so he can get Dad out of the house and into the refreshing fall air. I fear the worst thing for Dad would be to feel stuck inside all the damn time when he knows he should be in the woods doing some hunting...
I feel like listening to Tom Petty. Tom Petty died Monday night, and that is sad because he was "only" 66 years old. I know 66 is still not that bad, but I think 80 is better. Isn't that the national average these days, 80? I know on average women live longer than men because they are built tough (like Ford F150s hehehe.) I wonder what life will be like for Kat and I when we are 66? I hope we last that long, but I only want that for us if we are happy. If not then see ya suckers, all two of youz who actually read this monkey-crap. I'd rather be dead than be old, crusty, and worthless. The day I can't contribute to society is the day I need to be checking out. F living in a wheelchair at some home, breathing through a tube, eating shit food, and looking forward to Jeapordy more than anything else all afternoon. However, Jeopardy is a damn good show.
Tom Petty has a lot of great songs. A LOT. I am listening to The Last DJ right now. A good tune, but by far Petty's best was the late 80s (the golden era of all music) when he released Full Moon Fever and great tunes like Running Down a Dream and I Won't Back Down.
Alright turds, all two of youz, I am going to log off and go down to Jester's to drink more and to hang out with my awesome wife. Goonies never say die and Tom Petty was great. If you disagree with me then I hate you. I probably hate you anyway, but I'll hate you a little more.
Tuesday, 10-03-17: RIP TOM PETTY.
Back when we did get to see MTV in the 80s and early 90s that station actually played music. It was great! Now it is ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five pound bag. What a bunch of crap! The only MTV show I can tolerate is Ridiculousness where they play videos of people failing at life. However, I don't even like that show too much because that chick on there is highly annoying and basically seems like a useless waste of my precious... precious oxygen.
I remeber the video for Tom Petty's I Won't Back Down where he was standing on glass. Runnin' Down a Dream from that same Full Moon Fever album was my favorite video. That video was great, and the song was even better. I still love Runnin' Down a Dream. Actually I love a lot of Tom Petty's songs, but my favorite song of his has to be Don't Come Around Here No More. The video for that song is fantastic, too. It is some weird spoof of Alice in Wonderland that is very well-done.
^RIP Tom Petty.
Monday, 10-02-17: I need to decide about my snow
I might buy a snowblower. For the past three winters we have just shovelled here at the house, but F that shovelling sucks. Last winter after we got this epic storm I had my plow guy for the rentals do our driveway.
I was looking at Snowblowers at Lowe's and Home Depot.
The $599 one seems to have good reviews, and I think it would get our small driveway done. I don't mind shovelling because it is good exercise, but sometimes I get busy with the tax job and whatnot, and shovelling is a pain in the arse. It especially sucks having to shovel the end of our driveway where the snow from the road gets piled in from the city plows and packed to a heavy density.
I got the name and number of a local guy whom I plan to call to get a quote. I suppose if he is reasonable I might just have him do our own driveway. Maybe? I dunno for sure yet, but I need to stay on it. Putting a plow on my own truck is still an option as well, but F that I probably won't do that.
Mom is coming up for a visit today. She likes to gamble at the casino for a few hours so hopefully she wins some loot. She has an uncanny knack for coming out ahead from those penny slot machines. However, they don't really seem to be penny slots because she does higher bets than a penny. I'm not sure really, but I know she has her shit on lockdown and finds ways to win. Bonus for me if she does win because then I can let her pay for lunch and not feel guilty about it! Hehehehe.
We are still worried about Dad's health. He is far from 100%, but knowing exactly what is wrong is elusive so far. He did do some bowhunting so far with Jason so that is good. Dad uses a crossbow this time of year, and he has done that for several years. He has a special permit that allows him to use it, something related to being a disabled veteran. Or maybe the veteran point is moot? I know he can't shoot his compound bow anymore due to a shoulder issue. The guy is a war hero so fuck it I say let him use whatever he wants to use when he goes hunting.
Over 50 people in Las Vegas died last night at a concert when some fucko madman shot the place up. It is all over the news, and it even pre-empted the local news. It is the deadliest mass-shooting in US history, and it is so sad. I hate most people, but I would never get an AR-15 and shoot a bunch of citizens. I don't know why he would do that? Why would anyone do that? I suppose it's only a matter of time before certain firearms are banned, and I fear that is a slippery slope that needs to be avoided if at all possible. I don't care if I ever own a machine gun, but I don't want the government dictating when and how I can use my 30.06 rifle (for deer hunting), my model 870 shotgun (for turkey hunting), or my .22 (for target practice.)