Hogmanay\ hog-muh-NEY \, noun;
1. a gift given on New Year's Eve.
proper noun:
1. New Year's Eve in Scotland.
As usual
You Should Stay Home for New Year's Eve |
 By the time New Year's Eve comes around, you are usually exhausted. You just need to rest. That doesn't mean you won't celebrate, but you'll definitely be toasting the new year in your own low key way. You'll reflect on the year that's passed and make plans for the year to come. And when the clock turns over at midnight, you'll be cheering along with anyone else. You'll just be in your pj's! |
That's the sound of me backing up...well, I already backed up, but the "beep beep beep" sound is still in my head. Come to think of it, it was in my head a LONG time before I even got a computer.
Yup, I found my brand new but year old external hard drive and hooked it up. Was really easy, just plugged it in, nothing to install. It took a little while, but I copied almost* all the stuff I wanted to the HD; my photos, my music, my porn and nearly everything else.
*I say almost because I couldn't copy a folder; it's my "work" folder I keep on my Desktop. I create a folder each month, like "Dec-10" and save everything for that month in it, then after the month is done, I create another and drag the previous month's folder into the current one. After trying several times and getting an error message, it dawned on me that I must have met some limit imposed by Windows, either the number of nested folders or perhaps maxing out the length of a file name due to that. Doing a little research, I found there is a limit of 65,536 entries in a directory--that's what I found, whether that's the problem could be debatable.
What's not debatable is I am a cyber-pack rat, saving nearly everything and seldom throwing the stupid stuff away. (which is nearly all of what I save)
Whatever, I got my stuff saved now. Whew. I would've hated to have lost my photos, although the "best" have been uploaded to Picassa. What would've made me sick would have been losing my music, especially the six different versions of "It's a Long Way to the Top (if you want to rock and roll)".
Actually, I have, but didn't figure it would pay.
Man quits job, makes living suing e-mail spammers
I DID have cruel fantasies about chopping off their hands, though.
You Are Merry Christmas |
 You are a traditionalist when it comes to the holidays, and you aren't going to be politically correct about it. You celebrate Christmas, and you don't think there's any reason to hide it. Most other people celebrate it too. You are content to wish everyone a "Merry Christmas." It doesn't have to be a religious thing. "Happy Holidays" is just too generic for your taste. You aren't going to tone down your greeting for anyone. |
From Odee: 12 Creative Christmas Ads
The first one caught my eye because it reminded me of our dear, departed friend Brad. I think he would've liked it.
(click for larger image)
From the 
archives:
Your Attachment Style is Dismissing |
 You are confident and extremely independent. You honestly don't think about others' opinions. You believe that you are worthwhile and deserve the best. Getting it is a whole other matter. You have trouble getting close to people. You've been burned before, and you're not eager to be burned again. You tend to spend a lot of time alone. You're much more comfortable when you're by yourself. |
My hard drive is making funny noises, so I might be gone f/ a while. Sad thing is I have a brand new external drive, but never did hook it up. -sigh-
Getting worse as I type this. Yikes.
Might be time f/ new PC.
Love to all
Found a cool trick at Firefox Facts:
25 Most Popular Firefox Support Tips in 2010
For those of you playing with Firefox 3 – Beta 5, try typing about:robots into your address bar and hit enter.
Which will bring up a page with this: (click image for larger view)
You don't have to kiss me?
Any raspberry kissers out there?
Your Kisses Taste Like Oranges |
 You are cool headed in all aspects of your life, including kissing. You don't rush into things. You make sure to put others before yourself. You're an excellent kisser, and you don't kiss and tell. You are always smiling. You're optimistic and cheerful, even when your kisses are rebuffed. You and a raspberry kisser will experience true romantic bliss, but a peach kisser will be too much drama for your taste! |
I was playing a game of poker earlier today; I threw away a queen out of a pair, hoping to at least get a flush, but drew into a Royal Flush
I've been keeping up with my alma mater's football team via their Facebook page: Miami Warriors Football Fan Page
I noticed something when I first "liked" the page and have kept waiting for someone to fix it.
I guess I shouldn't be hard on whoever started the page and wrote the description. They probably went to school there, just as I did...and you know how bad my own writing are is.
I thought this was a quiz about insects.
I agree w/ most of the results, although I'd never, ever buy a red car. They get ticketed the most.
You Are a Red Bug |
 You are passionate, spontaneous, and even a little bit wild. Your emotions drive you, and you can be surprisingly aggressive at times. You sometimes act without thinking. You tend to follow your desires. You are big on instant gratification. You find it hard to wait for what you want. |
Every time I see the "Friendship Heart" application on Facebook, I think of this song.
You Burn the Midnight Oil |
 No matter how hard you try, you just don't make a good morning person. You probably don't feel like your brain turns on until at least noon. You tend to get energized and inspired late into the evening - no matter how early you had to get up. Try to schedule your time so that you can be productive after dark. There's no use fighting who you are. |
idioglossia\ id-ee-uh-GLOS-ee-uh \ , noun;
1. A private form of speech invented by one child or by children who are in close contact, as twins.
2. A pathological condition in which a person's speech is so severely distorted that it is unintelligible.
She'd probably look and act something like this young girl.
She'd most likely sing and curse like this, too.
WARNING! Some graphic language!
I got a Coors gear catalog in the mail yesterday; I was surprised at how much all the stuff cost - tshirts for $18.50, sweatshirts for forty bucks and up, etc. There was even a Coors beer can mini-fridge for $180 (plus shipping and handling!). (online store)
I'll never buy any beer or liquor shirts; I've got loads left over from when I worked at the pkg. store...and I got those for free. I still get some free stuff now 'n then because when I see one of the vendors at the grocery store I ask 'em if they've got anything. Most of the time they don't - they tell me that part of the budget has been cut way back - but sometimes they do.
What gets me is that, if I bought something, it'd be free advertising for them. Seems like they should furnish the clothing and pay me!
The noise at around :28 seconds in is the Beej, annoyed that I was outside and not paying attention to him. Later in the vid I'm poking a stick near the cage.
You Are Punk Music |
 You've thought long and hard about what mainstream society has to offer... And you've pretty much decided that most normal things aren't for you. You're creative, expressive, and likely to do things yourself. You are a rebel and a fighter. You'll defend your point of view to anyone. |
One down, dunno how many more to go.
My faithful readers have probably noticed I haven't posted much; I've explained before that my connection has slowed to a crawl, but before I have the telephone people out, I wanted to run a new line to my computer,just so they wouldn't have anything to complain about on my end.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided I'd run the new line under the house so I got all the stuff together and made my way through the crawl space at the side of my hovel house. I hadn't gone very far -scootching along on my back, the floor joists just a few inches above my face -when I heard a strange noise, almost a cross between a growl and a hiss. I slowly turned my head and came face-to-face with one pissed off possum.
The details are a bit fuzzy, but I do remember trying to jerk myself upright, but there wasn't enough room for me to raise my head very much and I banged my noggin on one of the beams. Thank goodness I had a thick sock cap on to protect my head from the nasty, damp dirt (it had been raining) or I might have done some serious damage to my otherwise thick skull. I'm not for sure how long I was out - couldn't have been too long - but when I woke up there was a possum chewing on my pants leg.
I made my way out from under the house and after a couple of days recuperation from what I'm sure was a fairly good concussion, I found a trap my nephew had given me and set it up by the entrance to the crawl space. (it took me a while to figure out the simple mechanism, and I'm sure the blow to my head had something to do with my cognitive skills)
It took a few tries to get the trap working properly, but I found out what possums like to eat; wieners, chicken bones, lunch meat, etc. They don't seem to like bananas or strawberries though. As I said, I wasn't setting the trap properly and the bait was stolen several times (except for the fruit, they left that alone)
I found this little guy in the trap the next morning and he wasn't pleased at all to be cooped up. Still angry over nearly knocking myself out, I thought I might just shoot the little bugger, but decided I'd better just take him out to the country and let him go. (Still, I secretly hoped a coyote would give him a slow, painful death.)
It rained all the next day and I didn't release him as planned. Checking on him (and feeding it a couple of weiners)I saw it looked miserable and cold. I found an old towel, covered the cage and brought it on the porch. (and now need to clean the possum poop off the porch and will do so as soon as it dries up) I drove just past the city limits the next day and released it near a tree-filled gully. I'm sure it was as glad to get away from me as I was from it.
I've got a video I took just before I released it and will post it as soon as I get my connection sorted out. This photo took about five minutes+ to upload, so there's no way a video would be feasible at this time.
Not sure how many more are under my house, but I'm bringing a baseball bat the next time I venture under there. I'll probably wind up knocking myself out with it if I get scared again.
(There you go, Colleen! Stay tuned for the video!)
Another quiz about a tree.
You Are an Autumn Tree |
 You are contemplative and deep. You enjoy observing the world around you. You know that change is inevitable, and you try to roll with whatever life brings. You can see the extraordinary in the ordinary. You are easily inspired. You try to remain balanced and steady in the face of upheaval. |
I haven't been doing much in this blog - as you can tell, huh? I really haven't felt like it, plus I really need to run a new line to this computer and increase my speed back up to where it's supposed to be. In fact, the snail's pace of my DSL connection has kept me from doing much at all online. I've got some photos to upload, but I don't care to play a half-dozen games of Hearts waiting on the upload and I can forget having more than one or two tabs open at a time. I really enjoy listening to my Launchcast radio, but it takes so long to load the player I've almost given up on that.
Yesterday was really a lazy day for me and other than playing the ToTG Triva Tournament, I didn't check in here, not even to check the visitor stats from either of the "counters" I have. It must have been a lazy Sunday for everyone else because we had the least amount of visitors since I started the blog, unique OR repeat.
Still, there were a few visitors to the Cast Away threads and a couple for my post on "The Short Bus" but I was surprised there was no one checking out "My Sister's Feet" or the Gay Dwarfs.
Katy Perry's Boobs Banned from "Sesame Street"
It seems the only boobs allowed on network television are the ones doing the programming.
brobdingnagian\ brob-ding-NAG-ee-uhn \ , adjective;
1. Of extraordinary size; gigantic; enormous.
imago\ ih-MAH-goh \ , noun;
1. An idealized concept of a loved one, formed in childhood and retained unaltered in adult life.
2. Entomology . An adult insect.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I decided to watch some TV, find something on that wasn't TOO interesting as so to bore and lull me to sleep. Flipping through the channels, I couldn't find anything to suit the purpose; there were no replays of baseball games, the news upsets me, and, while infomercials certainly do bore me to tears, I find myself getting hungry watching people use "chop-o-matics", power juicers and especially mini-grills.
Flipping over to the TVLand channel in hopes of finding a M*A*S*H episode I've seen a hundred times before, I found an episode of The Nanny to watch. Now, normally, I would never watch that show - Fran Drescher's voice is akin to fingernails on a chalkboard - there was nothing else on, so I settled in to watch. The half hour went by excruciatingly slow and I was relieved when it was over, hoping that the next offering would be better...but no, there was another Nanny after that one.
Getting up to check the listings, I saw that it was one of many of the same series on, all in a row; it was a Nanny marathon!
It didn't take me long to figure out just how to best watch a Nanny episode; just turn off the sound and focus on Fran Drescher's legs.
Ever talk on the phone to someone you've never seen, then meet them in person and being amazed that the person's face doesn't match up to the voice? I'd like to know how those lovely legs can belong to someone with such a horrible voice.
You Are Deep |
 You try to observe the world rather than judge it. You feel like you are here to learn. You see every side to people. You know that things are complicated and nuanced. You have trouble getting along with people who are flippant or silly. You crave substance. You connect best with philosophical, thoughtful types. Your friends care about ideas. |
I was at WalMart the other day and stopped at the men's fragrance aisle to look at a new Axe product. I like the stuff, even though the other day I saw a post in a forum where the comment was made "that stinks worse than does five-yr. olds turned loose in the Axe aisle.". I was alone except for a woman looking at the shaving supplies. (she didn't have a beard, so I figured she was buying something for her husband)
I picked up a fragrance I hadn't seen before and lowered my glasses (I need bifocals!) to read the name on the canister, then tried to get a hint of what it smelled like by bringing it up to my nose and sniffing the pinhole where the spray comes out. I couldn't smell anything, so I pushed the button to get a better idea of how it smelled...
...and sprayed it right in my eye!
I dropped the container and yelled, getting the attention of the woman.
"Stuff stinks, don't it?"
From the email archives:
Famous Last Words
"It's a dud! It's a dud! It's a du...".
"Don't touch the red button!"
"Gee, that's a cute tattoo."
It's fireproof.
"What does this button do?"
"So, you're a cannibal."
"Are you sure the power is off?"
"Pull the pin and count to what?"
"Don’t worry, it has airbags."
"Hey, what’s that buzzing noise?"
"Don’t worry, it's not that deep."
"One time at band camp...."
"No, he doesn’t bite."
"Hey, look! A light at the end of the tunnel!"
"I can pass this guy."
"My brakes are fine."
"Nice doggy."
"I think it's trying to communicate..."
"Homicidal Tendencies"?
"Nah, I don't think we need to go to the hospital."
ambrosial\ am-BROH-zhuhl \ , adjective;
1. Exceptionally pleasing to taste or smell; especially delicious or fragrant.
2. Worthy of the gods; divine.
You Are Witty |
 You are a hilarious and expressive person. You love to entertain a crowd. You see humor in everything, and you enjoy making light of situations. Your friends depend on you for comic relief, and they usually don't even mind when it's at their expense. You know that the key to being funny is pushing the envelope. And you are always willing to take a risk. |
subaudition\suhb-aw-DISH-uhn \ , noun;
1. An act or instance of understanding or mentally supplying something not expressed.
Just checked in on our Flag Counter to see who has been visiting lately and noticed a new flag:
Antigua and Barbuda
At first I thought "What a pretty flag!"
My next thought was: "Wow, that looks like a woman looking through her sunburned thighs at the Caribbean sunset!"
gerrymander\ JER-i-man-der \ , verb;
1. The dividing of a state, county, etc., into election districts so as to give one political party a majority in many districts while concentrating the voting strength of the other party into as few districts as possible.
Origin: Gerrymander is named after E. Gerry (governor of Massachusetts, whose party redistricted the state in 1812) + (sala)mander, from the fancied resemblance of the map of Essex County, Mass., to this animal, after the redistricting.
kenspeckle\ KEN-spek-uhl \ , adjective;
1. Conspicuous; easily seen or recognized.
cachinnate\ KAK-uh-neyt \ , verb;
1. To laugh loudly or immoderately.
Kathleen Madigan: Figure Skating:
"I always wanted to be a figure skater as a kid, too, that was like my fantasy dream. But whenever I watch it, I think I would have totally done it alone. I don't know how these people have enough control over the tempers to be working with a partner. Because if I worked with some guy for 15 years, and we got to the Olympics, and out of nowhere he just fell -- oh, I'd skate around just to chop off his fingers. I would, and I would not feel bad about that -- ever. 'Now when you're nubbing your cereal spoon in the morning, you can look at that box and remember why we're not on it.'"
couchant\ KOU-chuhnt \ , adjective;
1. Lying down; crouching; reclining.
2. Heraldry (Of an animal) represented as lying on its stomach with its hind legs and forelegs pointed forward.
Just noticed this on my Excite start page's "Born Today" module:
Musician LeAnn Rimes born 1982
Musician Shania Twain born 1965
Actress Emma Samms born 1961
What's unique about this is that these three women would all be on my "makes my heart go pitty-pat" list.
Last night I was having problems finding something decent to watch. There was a Mythbusters repeat episode on, but I had seen it. It was about withstanding pain:
Looking through the TV listings, I noticed other "pain" shows on at the same time, one being Royal Pains, a decent show I've sometimes watched. Other shows were on, and they too were pain-related.
There was Jersey Shore with ignorant-ass NJ young people that need to have some pain inflicted upon all of them, not just Snookie (Google "Snookie punched" for the vid). There was also George Lopez, whose shows -both talk and sit-com - I find painful to watch (NOT funny). Lastly, there was Anderson Cooper, a PITA progressive.
Won't be long until I have to take codeine to watch TV.
Your Brain is Logical |
 You are a very facts and figures oriented person. You don't get clouded by emotion. You like to understand how things work, and you're always collecting data of some sort. You are a critical thinker. You are look at all the facts before you make a decision. You aren't likely to change your mind once it's made up, but new facts could sway you - emotional appeals could not. |
Just a little reminder to Congress, aimed at both leftist progs. and neo-con right-wingers
galore\ guh-LOHR \ , adjective;
1. In abundance; in plentiful amounts.
For about a month, up until yesterday, I've been trying to grow a goatee. I've got, IMHO, a pretty fair mustache and have had one for most of my adult life, having shaved it off only a few times, then immediately started growing it back.
My 'stache is one thing; hair on the rest of my body is another story. Not to get too personal, but I only have about half a dozen hairs on my chest and none on my back (thank God for the latter). I've never been able to grow a beard, though, but as I've grown older the hair on my face has become a little bit thicker, so I thought I'd try to at least grow some on my chin.
As I said, I gave it a month but it just didn't look good....sparse, with far too much white and gray hair. (and as I grow older, I am getting a lot more hair IN my ears...it's white too, dammit) Looking at myself in the mirror yesterday, I lamented that I'll probably never be able to grow a beard, then it dawned on me just who I resembled with my silly-looking chin hair.
I didn't want to take a photo, because even as much as I like to self-deprecate to get a laugh, I didn't want people REALLY laughing at me. Instead, I did a Google search and found a near-perfect likeness:
As I gazed in the mirror, a voice in my head said:
"Ru rook redicurous."
Since I fell asleep during last nights Cowboys-Chargers pre-season game, I went to the Dallas football team's website to catch up on what I missed.
In this article: Brewster Makes Most Of Starting Role, there's an embedded video of an interview with the Cowboy rookie. Here's a screen shot:
I'm not sure what that green "noise" is in the vid, but it sure looks strange! It sort of looks like my tv does now, only it's a reddish tint and I'm sure it's from imminent picture tube failure.
This would be a good place to put a related "green" video, something like "Green Grass of Home" by Tom Jones or "Green Green" by the New Christy Minstrels.
Nah.
foudroyant\ foo-DROI-uhnt \ , adjective;
1. Overwhelming and sudden in effect.
2. Pathology . (Of disease) beginning in a sudden and severe form.
3. Striking as with lightning.
You Are a Green Pen |
 You are not just a little quirky, you're downright weird. And you're proud of being different! You go against the grain just so you won't fit in. You couldn't imagine being like everyone else. You are creative and a big wacky. You've got a big vision, and it's changing every week. You are surprisingly charming and popular. You may not be normal in any way, but that's part of your appeal. |
Until I read my fortune:
My last New Year's resolution was to never make another resolution.
premorse\ pri-MAWRS\ adjective;
1. Pertaining to the end of something irregularly shortened, as if bitten or broken off.
You Are a Rebel |
 You're a wild child, and you aren't about to slow down anytime soon. You're the type of person who will do something just to say that you did it! You don't worry too much about getting caught - you're having too much fun breaking the rules. While you may not be involved in illegal activities, you do like breaking social norms. |
mojo \ MOH-joh \
noun:
1. Personal magnetism; charm.
2. The art or practice of casting magic spells; magic; voodoo.
3. An object, as an amulet or charm, that is believed to carry a magic spell.
4. Good luck or favor concerning an event or individual.
"Official Site"
I remember my mother always telling me to be sure I had on clean underwear in case I was in a wreck. I never did say anything to her, but I always figured that if I was in a wreck, clean underwear might very well be the least of my problems.
Still, I always have on clean underwear. While not as big of an obsession with me as my socks, I have several dozens of pairs of underwear. I doubt that there's more than a couple of pairs of white ones; my underwear collection has more colors than a rainbow. I really like gray, but also buy black, blue, green and a few other colors, some in "Miami Vice" pastels.
That's the only "fancy" thing about my undies; I don't buy the nylon nor silk material but prefer cotton. I've had a few pairs of expensive underwear made of something other than cotton, but didn't like the way it felt against my skin. Plus, they also made me walk a little differently. Don't ask why.
My favorite underwear would either be my Soviet boxers, with the hammer and sickle on them or my several pairs of Hank Hill undies. I am also partial to my King Kong underwear - not making a statement when I wear them, but it's probably just wishful thinking.
What I like most about my underwear collection is that most of my larger/size Large pairs are getting several years old and I've replaced them with medium sizes.
Like I mentioned, I don't obsess about my underwear like I do my socks, but they ARE important to me. I change my undies every day, even if for some reason I miss my daily shower.
It's a comfort to me to think that if I DID get into a wreck, I wouldn't let my mother down.
Are you a Facebook fan? Even though I've been signed up for a few years, I've only recently started using the service, but post/visit even less than I do this blog. It's a great way to keep up w/ some old classmates as well as friends and family members. I don't really care for the basic setup, but I realize it's a good thing for many people because of its simplicity and ease of use. OTOH, the security flaws seem to be all-too-frequent and should concern anyone who cares about their privacy. Still, it's better than MySpace.
Shoot, anything is better than MySpace.
So when I was sitting in the United diner last week and overheard "Facebook" being mentioned by the couple sitting at the next table over, my ears perked up. The young lady was disturbed that he had many female friends, but was really upset about the "pokes" back and forth.
Now, if you don't know, "poking" on Facebook is the cyber equivalent of a friendly nudge in the ribs. Two of my friends and I exchange fairly regular "pokes". It's a quick and easy way - short of actually posting on their "wall" - to let them know you read their posts and while you might not comment, you're thinking of them. (well, that's what it means to me, but....)
The girl and the guy kept going back and forth, the girl being jealous and making no bones about it and the guy trying vainly to reassure his g/f that the "pokes" should be no concern to her.
"It's no big deal." he said. He went on, trying plead his innocence. "It's just on Facebook."
There was a extended pause in the conversation and when the girl finally spoke up, it made me snort Diet Dr. Pepper out my nose.
"Well...." she replied, "Facebook BETTER be the only place you're pokin' them."
Because it seems I'm always thinking about food. This quiz says differently, but one question about ethnic food didn't have the right options. (Taco Bell ethnic? The other choices were sushi - yeah, right - and Ethiopian. I bet there's not an Ethiopian place within a thousand miles of here.)
You Are a Part-time Foodie |
 Food is definitely something you get excited about. You love to eat! And while each meal you have may not be extremely special, you try to spice things up a bit. You aren't a very picky eater, and you're always looking to expand what you like. You are willing to give almost anything a go, and you're quite the creative cook. |
in "Taxachusetts"
From CNN: Your share of the state debt
States are taking on more debt. Here’s your state’s burden per capita.
(click link above or graphic below to go to the site)
is going on in the ToTG Trivia Tournament!
A new month and contest has begun!
Test your trivia knowledge against some sharp wit!
(well, in my case it's dull wit and half at that)
ToTG Trivia Tournament
casuistry\ KAZH-oo-uh-stree \ , noun;
1. Specious, deceptive, or oversubtle reasoning, esp. in questions of morality.
2. The application of general ethical principles to particular cases of conscience or conduct.
Especially when you speak the truth.
A movie star can be tall, short, thin, or skinny. They can be democrats... or skinny.
- Steve Martin
Image courtesy of 
Kevin Brady's Obamacare Chart
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So I might not be here for however it takes to suss out. I'm lucky to be online now, did so much better w/ it than I did w/ the foreign dude who tried to help me earlier. He was very polite, just unintelligible.
zaftig \ ZAHF-tik \ , adjective;
1. Full-bodied; well-proportioned.
Origin: Zaftig is a borrowing from Yiddish, zaftik, literally meaning "juicy."
From Start Sampling
Roy Rogers Cocktail
TGIF!!!
Non alcoholic
Build:
1/2 oz. Grenadine
fill with cola
cherry garnish
Have a great weekend!!!
Please don't drink and drive!
I really preferred to play "Doctor".
You Are Hopscotch |
 You are easygoing and carefree. You like to play, but you don't really like to compete. You prefer to cooperate with others. You like to work with people ... not against them! You have a childlike innocence and optimism that is worth holding on to. You find happiness easily. You can get pleasure from the smallest things. |
Honor is not the exclusive property of any political party.
- Herbert Hoover
Note to Democrats and Republicans alike: Learn it, know it, live it.
Image courtesy of Caricature Zone
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