Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Getting Her Freak On

Why is that when men molest pubescent teens it is a totally different reality than when women do it to a man child? In the earliest parts of America's, and many other countries, histories females were married off as young as 11 years of age. It is quite a different time and place 100 years later *gasp*.

Freak

At least she is better looking than some of those previous hags that have made the news for similar misconduct.


I know my posts have been extremely sub par as of late I will work to correct this situation in the up coming days.

Thank you and Good night......

Monday, June 28, 2004

To Kill a Cat

Kill a Cat Save Your Ass

Suffer the little kitties =)

Freud still Rules!

Blow J..Errr. Block Party

Big ass Freudian slip here.

Yeah I fucking hate J-LO too!

Cheers for Drunken Revelry

Keep me from falling!

Move the mouse in the opposite way he is leaning to keep him going you need to have your sound on as well.


Funny Shit!

This Rules!

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Pulp Fiction

I got this from Tricia

Good stuff Ill be checking back for more =)




LOL I am a Bad Ass! I Rule!

Your name alone strikes fear into others; but maybe, just maybe, there's a little vulnerability and weakness beneath that stoic, fierce exterior of yours.

Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.



People that Really Piss Me Off

1) Jessica Simpson ~ Jesus Christ this girl is weird. She makes the Forbes magazine because Pizza hut paid her 4 million this past year to do their shitty commercials where she acts smart and stupid at the same time. Her music sucks saggy tits, and she really has a weird looking head. Put a bag over her and and tell her to STFU and may be it would be ok.

2) Britney Spears ~ Perfect example of why cloning should stay outlawed. Yes, the bitch has a fine body, and with her keeping in shape like she does maybe not too bad a lay either. There is a line that has to be drawn when it comes to stupidity though and she takes the cake. This jackass is always on my fuckking TV and saying the most retarded things... "Um I am a grown up now and want to be seen as the woman I am". Well you dumb biddy don't do stupid assed shit like get married and divorced 55 hours later because you were bored and teach the girls who do like you that its ok to demean the instituion of marriage and that an oath means shit.
Also I am really friggin tired off OOp's she did (fill in the blank)
Fuck you and quit annoying me!

3) Michael Jackson ~ Dude why couldn't he have molested some hunter's kid so that the guy could fucking snipe his ass and we would not have to hear about this plastic piece of shit anymore. You're songs really were never any sort of literary genius, nor did the music hold any power of me or mine. We just liked watching your videos and making fun of your gay ass clothes.

4) Michael Moore ~ Liberal Bastard! You're making your cash off of other peeps. You aren ot changing anything with your montage clips and speaking up like you are an activist. You are part of the new hippy culture that wants everyone to hold hands and hug some mother fucking trees. Just don't forget to pick the splinters out of your balls when your done humping the wood man cuz that shit will hurt when you sit down...Ohh I forgot you fat mother fucker you don't have any god damned balls to do the shit you do .. Never Fucking Mind.

5) Anyone with the name Kennedy and is still whoring in the Federal Government (Yes you too Miss Shrive-negger or however you have your name). You are old school.. time to move on and get the shit changed, and Ted Quit fucking talking! You spew forth shit that I never even seen come out of someone's ass let alone try to make some god damn sense of it all!

6) Jennifer Aniston ~ You're married to Brad Pitt so thats a plus for you , but thats about all you have going for you. I do not really give a rat's ass whether you are having a kid because I know it will be as plain and boring as you. I have seen all the movies you have played in and you have the same character in each one. You really have no talent but are surviving along based upon your marriage, and your coat tail ride on Friends. Your interviews suck don't make anymore so that I have to see them.

7) Eddie Murphy ~ Man you were funny a long time ago, but you have let yourself turn into some kind of Sunday Matinee movie. Go back to the old school and do some stand up or something. Quit burning the the cash and rolling out films just to keep your life style up.

8) To everyone of you that is so obsessed with sports, statistics, games and then bitches at the prices of a ticket or having to get cable just to see ESPN, or can't do some fun things with your kids because "The Game is on". You Retarded sum bitches do you not realize causation? You moron spend your meaningless lives watching this shit and studying it so that they can charge you for the books and all the promos and pay those players huge salaries that they command. I guarantee you that if you all stopped and protested the cost of such entertainment they would fx this shit and make it more equitable for all parties. Really peeps do you not realize that you help to pay these franchies millions upon millions of dollars for people to throw balls around? WTF?

Oh.. and lastly to the players themselves! Why the hell do half of you turn into preachers and shit after you retire WTF is up with that nonsense?

9) J-LO ~ Seeker says, "Shut the fuck up!". I hope you fucking die from that shit you make and the exfoliating cream wearing your name has some toxic checal in it that it erodes your face and mouth so you will not bother my news reports any longer. You are a whore in her finest keep sucking and fucking youre way around.

10) That Commercial for Quizno's ~ Those little hand puppet guys scare the piss out of me everytime I see them! Dude take that shit off my TV as well Damn it isnt funny it makes everyone go Eeeew thats some nasty looking shit I ain't eating there Nuh Uh! No Way!

The Seeker

I chose the name "Seeker" long before I knew this song existed, but once I heard it and learned the words, I knew that this was to become my anthem. Tis a good song I recommend you giving it a listen some day. It definitely fits me to a T......



Artist Lyrics: Who, The
Song Lyrics: The Seeker
Album Lyrics:

I looked under chairs
I looked under tables
I try to find the key
To fifty million fables

They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

People tend to hate me
Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand

Focusin' on nowhere
Investigatin' miles
I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile
I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry
I got values but I don't know how or why

I'm lookin' for me
You're lookin' for you
We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do

They call me the seeker
I've been searchin' low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

Democracy in Action

I don't really feel like typing anything but am forcing myself to do so. If this post becomes a bunch of bullshit and drivel please quit reading and I assure you I will regain my composure sometime in the near future and we will back to the smart ass that I enjoy being.


This past Thursday was not a good one...not at all. It was the court appearance for the extension of the emergency custody order that I had placed against my ex-wife so that I could retain the children and keep them away from her. Well, the short of it is that two of them went back to her. The long of it is that the whole judiciary system that we have is fucked and really I am quite disenchanted with this so called American way of life.

I think as a country the US is awesome, but the Right Wing/Left Wing radicals are fucking things up for the peeps in the middle. The creation of so many god be damned laws that stifle the system itself with minutae that have no bearing on present circumstance allow the oppressors to walk free to repeatedly do the same acts again, and again. My fix for this form of dementia would be to take one month aside and remove all laws of the land. Anyone could do anything =) Sure it would be scary as hell and alot of people would die and be hurt, but to be honest I don't really give a fuck.

To take humantiy and make it co-exist without laws will never work I can hear them screaming in the streets now. The primary reason for this idea is that without laws catering and pandering, to the needs of the minorities, the elite, women, etc., we would have to go back to the old way of doing things. Realization would set in that men are able to physically protect and lead a family unit in a time such as this. The women would learn to shut their god damned mouths when the shit is about to hit the fan. I mean really? Who the fuck wants to be getting into the middle of an argument or problem and then have their woman come up and start mouthing off escalating the situation even further?

With the lawlessness running rampant alot of needed executions would take place. The power fat judges, public leaders, and law enforcement officials who used the system to make them wealthy and making us, the common man, plead for their mercy when there was never any to give.. would all perish. The ones left behind that were straddling the fence would be those that would learn form this experience and cherish the power that came from the men and women who allowed them to have it. Lawyers who perpetrated the acts of deception and fraud so that they could take our earnings and live in splendor and give us nothing in return but hope would pay the price as well .. of that I am definately sure.


Of course none of that will never happen in the current climate. Perhaps in the future we will be as Rome, England, Spain, Germany, Russia. All once great Powers that have fallen into history....The US will become the has been and our actions and self interests will be what causes this deterioration, and there shall be a gnashing of the teeth, and wailing in the streets at the time of our fall...This could have all been prevented if someone had just said that they had enough of the shit and took time to fix things.

The reason for all this discourse is that I, for the past two years have had my own trials and tribulations with the legal system. I can honestly say there is no longer any justice! We are being deceived and misled as a people. You have al become sheep and are falling blindly thinking that everything will come out liek it is supposed to, but in the end you will have nothing, and they will have it all. This leaves you a further weakened person having spent all your energy, money, and resources fighting for your cause. A just cause that would be seen as such in the eyes of the majority. Then again due to the current climate of the legal system and the tedium of presenting a case there will always be failure. Even in winning a battle you will still lose. The laws cater to those who play that system.

These are the things that caused my actions to take all thee children from my ex.

1) My oldest was molested by her younger sister and when my boy came home and told me about the ex denied it ever happeend and called him a liar. Her explanation was that she was in the next room and would have known something bad was going on. My boy was 5 years old at the time. Why the fuck would he make that shit up?

My response was swift and straight forward. I called the Deptartment of Human Services on my wife's mother and sister. They came to our house and conducted interviews on the three of us and when they were done there answer was to make sure that my wife did not allow any contact with her sister. That lasted all of three days! DHS never went to my inlaws house and asked them a single mother fucking question!

2) There was a neighbor that lived right behind us. Our boys played with their child all the time. Then we heard an interesting tidbit... It seems that the 6 year old boy way caught at school giving head to two different boys at the same time while in the restroom. He was ejected from school and put into counselling DHS did a check to make sure he wasn't being abused. I almost got into a fist fight with the father of the boy because he was aasking me if I let him watch porn at my house. Just a bunch of bullshit went on with that. Well I made a statement and laid down the law. I told my ex that under no conditions were my children to play with said child until his counselling was through and he was deemed safe for the children to play with. Well to me that meant it would never happen.

Well I come home on my Bday from a long shitty day at work, and I am just thinking about having a nice meal and hopefully my wife won't be yelling about anything. Well as usual, as soon as I walk in the door she starts screaming at me about some nonsense and I am like WTF? Whats your beef you God Damn Bitch! Then she starts in telling me that she let the boys go to the neighbor's house to play( and after further interrogation I found out that she was taking about a 4 hour nap) and apparantly the father of the boy came to the house dragging BAD1 by the arm and telling my ex that he found him in the bedroom with his son and everyone had their pants off...Yes... That mother fucking piece of shit neighbor kid was sucking my boys dick! Well anyways I had to fucking ask like a million questions and I finally got the truth.

Bitch took a bunch of pills and didn't want to watch the kids.

Sent boys to neighbors to play.

Father had his hand cut off 2 weeks prior in a work related accident and was stone on the couch asleep.

House got quiet Neighbor woke up went to check the kids, sawwhat they were doing.

Neighbor brought boys home.

The Bitch beat the shit out of my boys and blamed them for beign stupid and letting it happen. Told boys that if they said anything to me about it they would get hurt again. They stay silent.

Bitch waits till my Bday to aprise me of the situation(3 days later after the fact)

I have a talk with my 6 year old and have to explain to him about the birds and bees and was hoping to wait till he was 8.


3) The ex wife now known as The Cunt, Bitch, Skank, Ho, has had sexual relations with other men in areas where my children have seen them in action(i.e. She would go meet them get into their car leave her car running and fuck the guy while the kids are sitting in the car right there nexct to them and then when done get back in car with kids and leave)

4) The Cunt needs to take what she calls mommy time and leaves my then 3-4 year old at home by himself scared as hell while she goes on dates.

5) Tells BAD1 that her boyfriend( A married guy to whom she is concubine) has the right to hit him, punish him or do whatever he wants to him as long as he is over at her house. Boyfriend ends up throwing him into a wall and tearing ligaments in his rib cage. Damage is not visible on xrays or through skin so the police, and DHS just tell me to fuck off and let them know if something really bad happens.

6) I had a torn ligament in my knee and was at home totally stoned on pain meds and she says she is going to be gone for a little bit and run to the store. She never comes home. She calls me like 4 hours later from the Police Station crying. She tells me she was caught shop lifting. My reply is Dumb Cunt! Click. I have to have my mom come pick me up...yeah I could not take care of a brand new baby and a toddler and a 5 year old being stoned on pain meds.

Fuck! guys and gals there is a shit load more but I hope this is enough shit you can see the cycle and trend. Thinking about all that depresses me so I will leave it at that.

Now the real reason I am mentioning all that crap is that I wanted to give you the basis for when this last time back in March she was arrested yet again for shoplifting, but the problem was that she has two of my sons with her (BAD2, and BAD3) They got to see their mother handcuffed nad put into squad cars as well as got to be questioned by the police as to if they saw their mother and aunt stealing clothes.


I used this and filed for an Emergency Protective Order based on the boyfriend throwing BAD! into a wall and BAD2,and BAD3 watching their mother being arrested and involved in a shopping spree of criminal proportions. The court saw all I laid before them and granted it to me 3 times. For three months I had my children! The court bitcxhed at my ex every time we went on how bad of a mother she was. And fuck if I know what happened but the judge this last itme said. "It has been long enough Order removed the children go back to her today ASAP" Just like that I lost 3 months of fighting, 5 thousand dollars in legal expenses, all the hard work we had been putting into the kids trying to fix their fucked up mental state of mind.

It is over.

For two years I have battled the wrongs that this cunt has caused my children. I wont deny it ... at first I was still pissed about her fucking around on me yet again(that is a different story altogether) but over time I realized I didnt give a fuck about her and just tried to protect the kids from harm. Now I see that justice has failed us. The kids are fucked up and I still at least have BAD1 with me. I know at lease he will be raised in a way which is morally correct and will not treat women as object for sex and abuse. that stealing is not right, and that we protect those we love the best we can and give it our all.

BAD1 cries...

Yeah little buddy we did our best... if they grow up with problems or hurt in their heart towards us you know that we did everything we could even to the point of you going into the judges chambers and testifying against your mom and telling about all her bad secrets she made you keep. We have no regrets bro... We can move on and love them while they let us, and when they don't we can send them our prayers.



The only thing I that I can say I honestly know about the world we live in is that it is guaranteed that we shall die, and that those we come to love and give our hearts to will always at some point leave us, or we shall leave them.

Forgive any grammatical mistakes I refuse to go back and read this post, but feel free to comment.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Arrrrrrgh! There be Tree Pirates Afoot!




Can anyone at all Tell me what this bastard is doing? Is it like S&M tree sex or what?

Mission Complete

Last night I did not take the cat and dump him. I was tired and cranky with blogger not working properly so I said fuck it and gave him one last meal and let him stay at the house, set the alarm to wake up a few minutes early, and went to bed.

I know of a lot of great wooded areas that I was going to take him to but then thought about all the wild animals that are out and about and just couldn't do it. So I went to a place about 2 miles away that has a lot of housing additions on one side of the road and forest on the other. I took him out of his carrier and slammed on the breaks and out the door he flew. I slammed the door and took off, looking in the rear view mirror I saw him standing in the middle of the road just a tad confused.

As I pulled off I see headlights coming at me "Fucking Shit! It's 5-0". I get followed all the way to the gas station where I turn in and get some fuel. He never pulled me over... Thank God! I just knew I was going to get busted and most likely would have if I had been just 10 seconds late.


So the end result of having that bastard in my life is as follows:

$400.00 worth of Vet bills.

$2000.00 worth of ruined clothes.

$10.00 for approx 40 rolls of toilet paper he loved to chew up all over my house.

The look on his face as I dropped him into the street?


Priceless




Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Code Name: Deep Woods

Ladies and Gentleman,

I have just received urgent information it came to me(From the voices in my head) as follows:

Start Transmission....


Seeker,

You are now being deployed... Mission critical.... Repeat! Mission critical. You will commence operation Deep Woods as soon as this broadcast is over.


Mission Plan: Take the anathema known as Brownie and release him into the woods at point Zulu.

Possible Dangers: He may try to scratch you, or fail to leave your vehicle. Do your best to protect yourself. Other humans in the area may try to accost you. Do not let them catch you. If non-completion of task is imminent abort and move to point Charlie and make another attempt.

The Sweeper: At this time we cannot afford a clean up crew. You shall function as your own Sweeper for this assignment. Upon returning to your domicile remove all traces of this rodent and clean everything to make sure his lingering aroma (Yeah the smell of fucking piss and shit) is terminated.

Good luck my son and god speed.

End Transmission.....


Static fills the air and the voice is gone.


Pimping out in my urban camo attire I am off to do as instructed.

The voices are always right... must.. follow.... their desires.

Well JFC!!!

So I now go to change me stuff and it wont let me publish!





Well it seems that the blogger problems have been resolved too bad that could not have happened when I was not trying to update the blog. Bleh! Anyways this template looks a bit gay so I will be messing with it over the next couple of days so please bear with me while I fix it.

ps. Jay, I can always change it back man I did by chance save the previous template.


I Rule!


Changes

Due to the current trend of bitching at me for my template style I have changed it. If you feel that I am now in the standaridzed mold you wish me to be feel free to Fuck Off. If you want me to change it again, Kiss my Ass! If you had a hard time reading it before due to display resolution, clarity of monitor, or your just too blind to fucking read it, then I hope this is suitable for your needs and whims.


You came a calling and I did as was requested. Seeker does listen to input albeit reluctantly of course.


Now I got to customize this entired fuckin' thing again Arrrrrggh!

Brownstone a Nightmare of Fur

Yeah I call that little bastardized creature brownstone even though his name is Brownie. He is like a fucking heroin induced junky that acts all mellowed and then goes on a fucking crazed attack upon my house and anyone who is near. I have beat the hell out of him to the point that he has stopped trying to draw blood and goes for a bit when you are sleeping. Arrrrgh! You little shit! I scream as I punch him right on the nose. Then of course I go right back to sleep thinking that will teach him. It is all a plan though, you see, he was merely testing the waters. The next night he does the same thing but instead of letting go he holds on. No this is not just a part of my arm that I really would brush of it is under my arm wear the bicep and tricep meets. This shit hurts! I wake up and grab the fuck by the throat and hang him over the side of the bed and tell him in a deadly quiet voice that I am going to let him go, and if he fucking bites me again I am going to break his God Damn Neck! I ask him if he understands my threat and all I get in reply is hiss, gurgle, gurgle. Good... he now realizes his predicament is not good, now back to sleep.



I usually take a pile of my dry cleaning in all at one time to have it done, and this time I just couldnt be fucked being tidy, so instead I just threw the shit in the floor of my closet. Over time the unquestionable smell of cat piss is in the air and I could not find it for the life of me. Where the hell was it? I found out finally when I picked the bundle of clothes up Oh My God! That fucker pissed on everything! I took it in and tell the cleaners to save what they can, and being the lazy bastard I am I wait a couple weeks to pick it up and what do you know... All of it is ruined they cannot clean it their advice is to throw it in the trash. Son of a Bitch! 2 grand worth of clothes all fucked to hell. Now mind you I didnt pay that much for the clothes I like to find deals where the 150.00 shirt is now down to 40.00 shit like that. But Ohh fuck am I livid right now!


Hmmm......... Brownstone soup sounds awefully good right about now!


Here Kitty, Kitty, Daddy has a surprise for your black furry ass!

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Newest Martial Arts Craze

So I am surfing the web looking at IT documents when all of a sudden I click on a link and it takes me to a website that makes my screen glow so brightly that I have to shield my eyes. After a moment the glow faeds, and I cannot believe what I am seeing! It is an ancient form of martial arts that has been lost to the world and in this site there is a message telling me that since I am the first one to actually come to the site and read what it has to say I will be endowed with this new power and the page will dissapear after I close out my browser.

Thousands of pages I read but it seems like I am in the Matrix Jacked in and am absorbing the knowledge at lightening speed. When I am finished I close the browser and feel enlightened beyond anything I have ever felt before. I am a master of an art I have never even heard of hours before, but at the same time it is like I haven't really changed.

A couple days later all thoughts of that interesting discovery are washed from my mind and I am on my way too work and pull up to the McDonald's when a sign I see pisses me off to no end. The fucking order taker still has not asked yet asked me what I would not like to have today(they always fuck my order up) and I see a sign that says I can Super Size my shit for 59 cents WTF Ohh that lying piece of shit. He shall pay! I finally give my incorrect order to the bastard and pull around knowing that since he was the one taking my order it shall be he to whom my money will go.

I pull up to the window and instead of pulling in as close as is possible so that I can give him my cash. I pull out about 10 feet away and open my door stepping out slowly, and as I do there is a mystic light that surrounds me and my tricked out ride. In the air it feels as if static electricity is buzzing all about. I point my finger at the bastard who so blatantly lied to me about the Super Size fries and begin moving through different poses. I feel invincible and am moving my legs in some martial arts moves I never understood I knew I felt as graceful as Mohommad Ali when he was in the ring, but in reality my legs were not even kick above my waist and the look was more of a man that cannot keep his balance. During this dazzling spectacle a song started playing choreographing my artistic movements. I cannot believe it I am stoked Fucking Wang Chung that kicks ass! this fucker wont know what hit him I think!

I drop to the ground almost in a breakdance move and pop back up as the song is ending I am directly in front of the little asshat. I cannot really see what his face loooks like through all the pussy white zits on his face but I know he is in there somewhere. All I can see is what I can dimly describe as a look of awe and shock upon his puss filled noggin! The music is fading out now it is my moment of glory... I jump into a standing position and throw both of my middle fingers at him raised in the power of my new found art!

I scream defiantly at him as my powers are invoked

"You have just been Fuck Foo'ed you fuck tard next time I order some God damn Super Size fries I want them!"


Thats right my dear readers you have been shown the power of Fuck Foo and if you care to partake in my teachings then feel free to ask; for I am all powerful and am The Master. This blog shall become a tool as a basis of learning for all who are in need of telling the jackasses of the world what is right. We shall overcome thier cock-knockery and shall make changes like never before!


Fuck Foo You Too!

Monday, June 21, 2004

Whats in a Name?



How to make a seeker
Ingredients:

5 parts intelligence

5 parts crazyiness

3 parts joy
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little curiosity if desired!


Username:


Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Sunday, June 20, 2004

I am old enough to drive!

Yeah I am officially 32 I thought I would go check to see if they updated my profile and I'll be a mother fuckin' monkey's uncle the bastards had already updated it with my new age! You fucking rat Bastards moving me to 40 as fast as you can...Sighs....

This got me to thinking about how old i am getting and I came to the conclusion that I am old enough to get my driver's license twice! Aw man, why did it take so long to hit 16 the first time and then an eternity to reach 18 and now its like in one year I have gained 16.

Coma, Yeah a coma! Thats the Fuckin' Ticket

I hereby declare all action that have taken under my name for the past 16 years to be null and void. I am returning from an extensive 16 year coma that left me at a loss of who the hell I am and where I have been. All ex-wives, and stupid cats named brownie will disappear from my life never to be seen again and my children are actually just visiting.



Who am I actually kidding? I am getting to be an old bastard and such is the way of life... grow old or die trying!


Anyone got a spare pair of depends I think I shat myself!


Happy Birthday to me!

Saturday, June 19, 2004

You Need to Download What?

Customer: Yes, can you help me download the internet?

Me: You want to download the entire internet?

Customer: Thats why I am calling you...

Me: Fine, give me your email address and I'll send you the link so you can have the internet for yourself

I get his info and then send him an email with detailed instructions.


Click Here to Download the Internet

Friday, June 18, 2004

That Does Not Taste Like Chicken!

So I had just finished my previous post when BOOOOOOM!. I am thinking someone is shooting a gun or some shit so I run outside to see what the commotion is all about and then hear it again see all the pretty lights. Oh Yeah...forgot it was so fucking close to the 4th of July. So I turn around to go back inside trying to dodge the bugs flying around my porch light(FYI I bought one of those yellow lights thinking they work Bullshit I say to thee! They Lie! I still have moths and weird flying bugs all about the light!) and for some unknown reason I open my mouth and wouldn't you know it I breath in, and voila! A fucking miniscule creature is sucked into my throat!


Nasty! Nasty! Nasty! Hell I didn't even get to chew it up instead I swallow really hard a couple of times feeling the little fucker move about in my throat. Then the coughing starts so bad I think I am going to die. "Oh, Good God! Now I got some invasion of the body snatchers shit going down. I have to think fast." I race to the medicine cabinet and pull out the cough syrup. It's in date and hopefully will kill the little bastard before he can cause any internal damage and reproduce inside my body. I down the shit and man I hate it.... burns all the way down and now I am coughing up both lungs and am feeling that the end is nigh. "What a way to go! In this corner we have weighing in at .02 microns... The Unknown Insssssseeeeect!, and in the other corner we have Seeker Weighing in at 220 pounds! Leeeeet's get Reeeeeeady to Ruuuuuumble!"


Well it seems as if I won.. The coughing has stopped and I can no longer feel the crawling and movement inside my esophogial passage way. If I fail to ever return to the world of Blog please let everyone know that the little bastard did indeed seem to be void of any taste at all.

The little asshat sure could move about, it was like he was humping for the last time in his life!

Call off the Dogs!

Oh man am I apparently in some sort of trouble with a few of my female readers out their in bloglandia for my last post. I think you may have gotten my exact intent confused.. But what's done is done so there will be a couple answers for the 'why's' I received.


1) Why don't you post anything about the bald, hairy fat men?

I will no one shall be safe from my scathing attacks and self interested hatred of those who are an eyesore upon my existence.

2) I recently had surgery so that I can lose weight! How dare you insinuate(fill in the blank)!

Look, I was not singling you out. When I wrote the post I had a very specific person in mind and as well as a few others I have seen on my television. If you took offense I am sorry for your personal guilt complex, but that is not my intent.

3) I am one of those fat women you described you are so rude!

If you wear clothing as I previously described and think you are all that and a bag of biscuits, then you need to read what I write and commit it to memory. If you are just over-weight then you should be laughing at the posted thoughts and enjoying the chuckle because you are the same women I have been around at various times that have nudged me and made fun of them and said those very obnoxious things.


With that said I am going to post something just for you offended women, about myself. That way you can see that I am in no way being self-righteous but am embracing the stupidity that seeps into our daily lives.


I was around 17-18 years of age and out with a compadre getting my breaks fixed. I had a leak in my rear differential and they were having to replace the seal, it was a long ass wait. On this current day I was wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans that I had probably been attached to for about 6 years. They were old, faded, ripped and I had taken a liking to writing and drawing on them (Hey kiss my ass I was in art all of my earlier life and this was the 80's after all). The most problematic area of these particular jeans was a big hole in the crotch and so I just usually wore a pair of shorts underneath my pants to cover my skivvies....No Big deal Right?

Well so me and my boy are sitting around talking, chit chatting and just be utterly bored when a woman probably in her mid to late 40's enters the waiting room while she has her own repairs made. I remember her sitting directly across from me and after a short time she made her way towards me and sat a little closer but it changed her position so that she was facing the counter and was talking to the shop manager. Not too long after this movement she had her car fixed and was paying the bill when she leans over and whispers something into the manager's ear. He laughed a big hearty assed laugh and told her he would take care of it and thanked her for her business, and as she was leaving she paused turned towards me and gave me a big smile and waved as she left.

I am usually confused when people go out of their way to be nice and my friend had also noticed the bit of whispering going on so we kinda looked towards each other and gave a "Fuck If I know.." glance towards one another and we just sat there in silence when the manger bursts out laughing so hard he cannot even breathe. I ask him what's up and he states while chortling at the same time "She wants you to know that she says Thank you for the nice little show your thing gave her!" Ok, now I am totally lost because I don't thinks I ever said one word to her during her short stay. He sees this on my face and laughing all the while tells me to take a look down and points at my crotch!

Holy Shit! Somehow my dick had decided to come out for a bit of fresh air and had moved from the confines of the whiteys I had on to relaxing nicely just out side of the huge hole in the center of my pants. Embarrassed as hell I tuck him all back and just sit there and take the beating of a life time from my friend and the guy running the shop, and of course they had to tell all the mechanics when they came inside to check a ticket or ask a question. So yes, the whole little world of Midas now knew of my unfortunate traveling penis. While a short lived foray into the world outside his normal prison it indeed seems he made a new friend.

Well when this finally settled down and I was no longer as red as a bottle of Ketchup the manager puts a video in the monitor and says "Here guys since you are a couple of young pervs you'll like this". He turns it on and Wham-O! Full action Porn playing right before our eyes! Now you do have to remember this was a simpler time and the internet was just a wet dream to many of the geeks out in the world. This type of excitement wasn't just to be found in everyone's house.

So we watched the show I payed my 300 bucks and made it home with an added embarrassing story in my journal of life.



Thursday, June 17, 2004

A Collage of Misconception

The United States' over-abundance of fatties is starting to vastly affect my life and therefore I am now officially pissed. Fatty, Fat Ass, Lard Ass, The Buffet Master, Jelly Belly, and so many other names are used to describe these behemoths and freaks of nature. Oh, excuse me for not being Politically Correct and hurting your extra sensitive feelings by saying you are 'Weight Challenged'. Hmm.... Fuck You!

Now can someone else's problems with their food intake bother me? Well let's run the gamut and I'll show you the irritation I am now living with on a daily basis.


1. I used to be able to go into a supermarket and have a nice little dividing back board usually with advertisements posted on it separating me from the cashier behind me. Remember the Three Foot Rule people? Now all that is gone and my space is invaded yet again due to the fact you can't stop with one bag of Lay's you got to eat a whole fucking case!

2. I admit it I have an addiction to McDonald's French fries. Mm Salt.. Wait, what's that? The fat people complained and said you were to unhealthy? And now they have decided to let me salt my own? God damn it this is just not the fucking same, and it really pisses me off. I also got told rudely a few weeks ago that they no longer use the term Super Size due to customer requests for a healthier McDonald's. Now I am being chastised by a fucking acne faced 12 year old drive thru manager. I just cannot believe this shit.

3. This fad has started to be replaced and I am glad in one way and horrified in another. The one I speak of is where women decide they are hot and sexy and put on some skin tight ropers. Now I am all for a woman wanting to look and feel sexy that rocks and what guy doesn't like looking at a small-waisted lady with a nice shapely ass? I think personally there should be a law that limits these articles of clothing to no more than a size 8 hun if you are bigger than that you do not need to be trying to squeeze into anything that resembles tight clothing. I mean do you really think we like to look at your saddle bags or your stomach sticking out in front further than your flat flabby ass does in back? Come on now, you know that when you bend over those rolls of flesh you call a stomach turn into gremlins and multiply just by the thought of food alone!. Please do us a favor and stay away from this.

The newest fad is the half shirts and low rise jeans. I thought that the ropers were bad but now I am mortified at what is going on here. Shit this is even worse than a fatty in spandex biker shorts! Now I get to see more of the cottage cheese than I could have ever hoped for..... Woo-fucking-hoo!

4. If you think you can down a box of ho-ho's as a snack you are sadly mistaken. All things in proportion can be delighted in but too much of anything is not usually for the best; especially if you start denying the truth about you being a big fucking pig and blaming it on some health condition and causing my health insurance premiums to rise because of it you twit. Look you do not have to count calories, carbs or any of that bullshit. Just use small plates and eat smaller portions drink lots of water and you will feel full. But seeing a woman who extends he arm to point or grab something and seeing that extra flesh jiggle in the breeze just turns my stomach.

5. Some women are thick and it is in their genetic make-up to be big. Hey that's all cool because there are some beautiful big women that don't have so many chins that Porky the pig would be envious. Know who and what you are and realize obesity is not a fucking option. I think we need to institute the school yard bully syndrome for the work place to help correct this shit. Fuck man there is one woman that I work with that has to wear moo-moo's because she is so fat and then if you ever have to get on an elevator with her hold your fucking breath because her stomach is so big she cannot reach down to wash the crotch. A tune boat would smell better than her. The only thing I can like it too is if you left a dead fish and squirrel in your hot enclosed car for a couple of days. My face going bright red? Yeah that's me holding my breath because as my luck would have it she always seems to be getting on the elevator at the same time as I do. There is also a lady at my place of employ that has an ass so big that when she walks the butt cheeks move up as if they have a life of their own and hit her in the lower back. Yes, I look! I cannot help it my mind and body become transfixed on this abomination to all asses everywhere.


Now I understand that getting a little chunk happens with age, hey man that's all cool. It is life and as such I accept it. The things I am pointing out are issues that affect me personally.

I think one more thing should be added and this will be all on this subject for today.
When we as men take you out on a date and spend our hard earned cash on you and you buy some expensive dish and then eat just al ittle of it acting like you're not a pig and on a diet or some shit Fuck You! Guys Run! I mean it pay the bill and tell the bitch to find her own way home. You want a woman that doesn't always order chicken parmesan or chicken fettucini and take two fucking bites you want a woman that can eat a bowl of spaghetti and give you a Mmm that was damn good expression leaving you thinking to yourself Holy Shit! Now why would you want a gal like this? Because if she eats like that and doesn't run to the bathroom to puke it(Bulemia) she has a high metabolism and is actually active and burns that shit off, as well as most likely loves to give you that good ole booty call when you need it because she loves to move and grind and burn off them calories W00T!!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

An Ode to Silence

When I go to get my hair cut I prefer to go in get the job done and get the hell out of there. No lolly gagging about for sure. I am paying for a service and I expect it to be done professionally, as well as courteously. In these moments I think of it as a nice relaxing time where someone is making me look good while I am just sitting back and enjoying the show. I don't really care to have a conversation with you about the small trivialities of life, it seems to ruin the moment and peace of mind is then imbued with the aggravations of the the daily routine.

I enter the shop and the lady taking the appointments asks if she can help me and I explain to her that I don't have an appointment but in fact am in dire need of a haircut. Her response.."I think we give those here. Girls do we give haircuts?" Oh Great! A fucking smartass that is all I really need. I stand there patiently while she writes my name down and make my way over to the seating area for all of two minutes then she comes over and asks me if I am ready. Now if I haven't mentioned what she looks like she has a piercing in her bottom lip, a pierced tongue and is the same smart ass that greeted me upon entry.

We head on over to her little booth and I take my seat thinking to myself that if I don't say anything it will be all good and I can just get this tedious nonsense out of the way. She is currently blathering about something that I have no idea in hell that she is saying. When out of the blue sky darkness crashes all about and I hear the words that drive me to the brink of madness and despair.. "So your not going to talk huh? Just gonna sit there and make me do all the work well I will just have to let you know that I am pretty mouthy and will not let you sit there and keep quiet." Oh For Fuck's Sake! This woman has no idea what she is in for with me, because if I cannot have a bit of peace and quiet then I am going to cause her to think twice next time before giving her customers hell.

The conversation begins again and she states the obvious "So you have some Irish in you." 'Yes you moron, was it the fucking reddish coloring in my hair that gave it away?' I think to myself, but alas I am not that rude so I reply with my usual yes and that I am also Welsh, Black Dutch, and German. So she begins talking about people who dye their hair and how her then boyfriend wanted to see her with red hair and it came out bright red and totally fake looking. "Well yeah", I say to her in an obnoxious tone but then quietly add but I know mine is real and there is always a little test that one can do to prove it *wink*, but I don't think the other ladies in here would want to see how I can do that. Ha! I see here smirking then I add "Yeah well there are way too many fucking red headed people about now adays and all I can say is that we are making a come back the world shall soon be ruled be only those with the red in their hair and no one will be able to ever fake our color impostors will be known immediately!".

The we get to chatting on about how hot it is outside and she keeps wanting to take a drink of my coke that I brought in with me and that she is too lazy to go and buy herself one from across the street because of the heat and she doesn't want to get all sweaty. Jesus Christ is this ever going to end? So I have to start in again "Well you see me I am white as a ghost and yeah it makes me sweat I definitely do not belong in Oklahoma. Women want tall dark and handsome well I say Fuck that! Reason is that when everyone is dying or dead of their fucking skin cancers I am going to be the old bastard sitting at the back of the bar taking my drink and smoking my outlawed cigarettes telling all you darkies to shut the fuck up and laugh my wheezy old assed laugh and coughing up a bit of phlegm at the same time but god damn it I will still be alive!"

Yeah now she is laughing.. Good... Good. My plan is working. So I go on to talk about about how the world treats us red headed folk with a bit of racism. She quits laughing and gets interested. "Yeah man! They got this totally ghost white mother fucker with a god damn bright red wig called Ronald McDonald that's fucking making fun of me and mine it is bullshit! Fuck what would happen if there was some joint that had a Negro as their mascot call Jumbuko and paraded his ass everywhere you don't think the world would be up in arms? Fuck yes they would be instead I get to be call Ronald Mother Fucking Donald!"

By now she is laughing so hard she has to stop to gather her composure before she can begin to cut my hair and finish this whole diluted bullshit we got going on ...Oh Yeah! It is called communication.. Whatever..

Somehow we get on the subject of this guy that used to come in and had long ass hair down to his ass and he would flip it all around and her boss which was mostly bald would tell her that if that guy wanted to see hair he would just grow out his ear hair and show him! He would braid it and it would be awesome! To myself I am thinking 'why is it I always get the people that just are a bit out of the ordinary?'

"Well why stop there? He could grow out his ass hairs and instead of dingle-berries he could braid them and put beads in them so that when he walked you could hear the clicking sound of the beads as they hit one another.", Oh yeah baby she's like this and she says in return "Well what about those guys whose nuts get removed and they have metal balls in them?", Haaaaa someone is getting turned on by my comedy I see Booyah go in for the kill! I quiet down for just a moment and let her quit laughing and then I start it back up..."Clank, Clank, Clank!" Now she is busting a gut she is laughing so hard! Yes! I win muhahahahaha! I am God of the lands do not fuck with me when I am getting my hair cut.

She finishes the haircut a moment or two later and says "Well?" Oh My God! The girl has fucked my head up she has the slope in my hair on the top that you can ramp a fucking bike off of! "Um, You fucked up" I say non-chalantly and show her and she says in a matter of fact tone "well just tilt your head". She can kiss my ass for that statement as I make her fix it.

There we go much better. Now I get to hear how I am so much fun and was her best customer this week blah blah shut the fuck up make my change and let me go!

Naw I just smile and say it has been a pleasure and walk on out the door shaking my head at the crazy people I have to meet on a daily basis.


Monday, June 14, 2004

So You Want To Increase Your......

Now I have to say that it seems my spam has increased 400 (Made-up Number) fold over the last 4 months. Ok so I do not really want one foyour 500 dollar loans, and I do not care to buy your worthless junk, or heaven forbid if I try to get involved in one of your get rich schemes. The one that takes the cake, however, is the 'So you feel small? Pleasure her tonight!'

Yes I do not know how I got involved in receiving these and it must be that many a man buys into this sort of garbage because it seems to me if they did not make any cash from it there would not be this over abundance of literature flooding my poor in box claiming '..To increase my girth'.

"A bigger penis? Oh My God, I have to buy this miracle up and get on it right away she will love that!". Bah, I say give a big "Fuck You" to everyone of you that send me that crapola. This is how I see it if you females out there say I am wrong and want to blast me go right ahead but I got my own personal recollections that contribute to the way I figure this all works out. Ok sure, sure, your manhood may be a bit on the wee side. I for one know that God did not decide to throw in a couple extra handfuls of Penis Power into Seeker's mold when he made me, Just made me an average guy and put me into the average category when it comes to that as well.

But this is where I tell you it all doesn't really matter......


For all you guys out there who have no concept of what I am saying do some research learn to understand the object fo your desires. I know there is no way in hell you ever will but if you at least try it will make up for your lack of genetics in the barn door department. Sally forth and arm yourselves so that in your moment of passion you will have your name screamed a hundred times in lust, and ecstasy! Do you honestly think a woman, any woman, is going to just want you to jump her and roll over and be done with it? 'Use the Force Luke', for you have been given the light saber of the Jedi Knight and with it you may make her kneel before you and praise your name.

"What could this magic be?", you are most likely asking yourselves right now... It is simple the real secret is... Wait before you read any further you must repeat the mantra "I will not share my secrets with any female", Say this ten times and then read the truth.

You ready?

*Flash of lightening burns some writing into the stone that stands before you*


Faintly you start to make out the glowing words. Peering even more closely you wave off the smoke that fills the air.


The words are these:

It Does not matter how deep the worm goes, It is how you wiggle it that counts!

Pay heed my friends and in the end of your magic moment that you have chosen to share with a woman; you will realize that the truth is sometimes before you and you never even knew it.

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Follow The Yellow Brick Road

Now listen up everyone that has a computer and ever needs technical support. You are about to receive some advice from a guy who can help you fix what ails you but for the love of Jesus do what I say! Do not, I repeat 'Do not', go into some diatribe about how your life is so shitty and that you are a computer illiterate because honestly I do not give a fuck about you or your little problems! Ok, Ok, I am friendly and will chat with sometimes it does make the time go by more quickly.....


I just got off the phone with this dumb cunt that has the nerve to call me up and tell me she has a couple of printers that are not working. No biggy... I just go into my network GUI and see the problem and ask her to perform a couple of simple hot key commands to restart the application that has failed. Can she do it though? Hell no I have to listen to this fucking bitch talk to everyone and their dog about how their family is and their new babies and what they ate for god damned lunch yesterday. Now what the fuck all is that about? What happened to common courtesy, did it disappear into the void of Neverland Ranch?


Seeker's rules for a quick and painless approach to getting your issues resolved.

1. If you are going to call in with a problem at least think about how you are going to describe it to me before calling. Do not just sit there and say 'it doesn't work'. Because I am going to ask you what doesn't work and we can end up in an endless cycle of you saying your computer doesn't work and me asking 'What about your computer?'.

2. Once you have established a problem, decided you need my expert advice, and are in the midst of calling me to fix the trouble make sure that you are not going to be interrupted with some crap that has no bearing on us working the problem to fruition. Do not get involved with playing with your,Dog, cat, child, husband, wife, etc.

3. I am technical support for the airline industry and for some reason their are an inordinate amount homosexuals that seek employment in this field. If this is your preference that is not my issue and you are welcomed to be who you are, but do not hit on me tell me you gay stories or try in any way possible to convert me I am not interested and it will make the call that much more difficult for you because I will be pissed off.

4. After extremely difficult fixes if you feel the need to praise me please feel free to do. "Yes", I know I am God, but your unadulterated worship feels good all the same so please do not refrain from praising my might!

5. If you are a fat bastard do not be calling in until you have your breathing under control. I, personally, do not care to have your wheezing in my ear during the entire call! Please use some sort of yoga or repeat a mantra to relax your breathing and then when you are off the call you can fall down and have your heart attack for all I care.

6. Do you call your home appliance repair man to fix your car? Well if I say I do not support that product do not argue with me I DO NOT SUPPORT IT! Can I fix it? Well if it is an application most likely I can but I am not going to because that's out of the scope of my current job. If you want my services such as you are asking you need to work on a way to mail me some plane tickets and pay me for my time. I do not work for free nor will I just because you think a little flirting will get you somewhere.

7. Do not over-describe your problem. K.I.S.S. = Keep It Simple Stupid! Yes go ahead keep talking and acting like you know a lot about computers and use a lot of words that are not applicable to the actual problem I will mute you and call you a fucking moron so my peers can hear what a dumbass I have on the other end. "Yeah fella you need to pust some brake light fluid in that you'll be fixed right up!"


8. If I ask you to crawl on the floor to get to the base unit to check the cables just fucking do it! Don't gripe at me about how you'll get dirty, and then act like you do it but really don't. I know everything and will know if you are lying to me.

9. Since when did 30 seconds become 2? How the hell can I expect you to fucking work on your computer if you cannot tell how long 30 seconds is.


10. And lastly I am a technician I am not a teacher if you do not know how to use the equipment or specific applications do not bother calling me because you're going to get the "Hey your a dumbass" tone in my voice. Be fore-warned!



Muhahhahahaahh

OK I am not really that bad but I want you guys to think of these things as you call in it will make your call that much easier on the both of us.

Lastly if you call into support and get India? All I can say is write your congress man and tell them it pisses you off and keep those jobs here all they do is use scripts and you are 90% likely to get your problem unresolved.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Are you a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?

A very Special friend of mine sent this to me a couple years ago and I just realized I have it saved in my email and I thought if any of you haven't seen this perhaps it will bring you a smile as you contemplate its meaning...Love ya Darlin' I hope all is well in your world!



Everyone touches someones life at least once, you have touched mine and are a Lifetime in my heart,
where do I stand in yours!.


Are you a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?
Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will know the
reason why it was sent to you!

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each
person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON...it is usually to meet a need you
have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to
provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally,
or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are!
They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any
wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or
do something to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die...
Sometimes they walk away...
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand...

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled,
their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is
time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON...
It is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an
unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationship teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon
in order to have a solid emotional foundation...
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have
learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is
said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Thank you for being a part of my life.
Stop here and just SMILE:-)

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Got Jesus?

Me and the little one (BAD3) were headed over to my parent's house for a bit of dinner and to drop my him off; because on the days I do work I have to get up at 3 a.m. We had gone to the circus today and I had bought him a program and he was showing me all the pictures of the things we had seen, and of course no matter how many times you tell a child that you are driving, and that it is a bit unsafe to be looking at their little goodies they never seem to remember.

I pull up to a stop light and there is this bright yellow dodge neon with an over weight teen sitting shotgun. I hear him shout, "Hey! Do you know Jesus?". Now in my mind I am thinking about ignoring him so I turn back to enjoy my child when wouldn't you know it he has to say it again. So I roll down my window and he says the same words a third time. I finally ask "What?" The only thing that came to mind was the name Jesus in Spanish pronounced 'Hey-Zeus'. I figure that by this point if that bastard doesn't get a response they are going to keep pestering me until I get aggravated, so with a cocky little grin I tell him 'Jesus? I don't know Jesus'.

It seemed to dumbfound the poor chunky monkey and he turned to his friends and laughed and rolled up his window. All I could wonder is what the fuck this guy was asking.. Seriously! Where the hell did do I know Jesus come from? I think back to my vanity plate.. Hmm... Maybe it is because it reads Seeker, or maybe they just wanted to piss on an older fellow. Regardless, I began to imagine him shouting this out and instead of me replying in the fashion I did my hand would reach into my glove compartment, pull out my Glock 9mm, and walk over to his window shoving the cold steel against his mouth asking him to repeat what he said a little more clearly because I did not quite catch it the first time. Yes, I feel much better thinking about that but I would end up in jail, and the gun is locked up in the safe, it is not going to happen today.

Now where was I? Oh Yes... 'Yeah little buddy we saw those tigers they were really cool when they did those tricks.....'

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

The Black Death

A lot of ideas floating around the grey matter in 'ole Seeker's cranium today, but the words are not really there to give you something to really sink your teeth into. I am thinking it is about time I tell you the story of my cat. So here goes.....


Last August my children were walking into my mother's house when I see a black furry little object tagging along. What is that behind you...Guys? Dad! Dad! We have a new friend! Can we keep it?, they scream in excitement. I get up from my position on the couch and meander over to take a gander at this midnight black furball. I don't know... Guys, he looks like a feral cat and it is gonna cost me some cash to have the vet do all the tests to make sure he is healthy. Keep him outside for now and we will see". Secretly I am hoping the little bugger will just scamper off into the woods never to be seen again.

Blast it all to the eternal fires of hell! This little guy follows me around every time I go outside. He talks to me and rubs against me wanting a loving hand to caress him. 'Shit' no he is following me into the house. "Fine, Fine!", laughing my mom makes him a little place to sleep in and before too long he acts like he is owning the place. This little bit of paradise lasts for a couple weeks until one day he is trying to get into his little bed and he just cannot do it. I wonder what's wrong with him and I see him shaking and quivering. So I pick him up gently and place the sick little guy into his bed and he just starts crying like he is gonna die. "Awww Fuck", I mutter under my breath as I go get ready to take him to the vet to see what in God's name is wrong with him.

So we take him to the vet and have all kinds of tests run on him. Seems he is a carrier of some cat disease and if I had not brought him into the doc he would have died because he was running a fever so high that if it didn't kill him he would have severe brain damage! Well lucky for that little bastard I have a soft heart and had taken BAD1 with me because I tel lthe doc, "Do what you got to do", knowing the whole time this is going to cost me some cash. Too make a long story short I had to leave him there for a couple days and it cost me close to 400 dollars to make him well again!

Now I can't get rid of him I have to keep him because he cost me that much money. I am not about to let him go into the wild after saving his life knowing he will die again if left alone. So since we are keeping him we need a name. I have no idea when this happened but I came home one day to find out my mother and eldest son had decided his name should forever more be 'BROWNIE'! Stupid fucking name that is a god damn black cat with the name Brownie Bah! My pets always have had kick ass names but oh no I got to have a cat that is not brown named after a dessert. *Shaking my head*


A couple weeks after this episode I had moved out of my mothers deciding that close to two years of living off my parents was quite enough after my divorce from my ex-wife. I was ready to get out on my own and take care of myself. I left the cat there hoping that my mom would keep it so I would not have to mess with it , and I could just see him when I came for a visit, which is quite often. This worked for about a week and a half until my dad blew his stack. I went over one day and my dad had this pissed off look in his eye and told me, 'I want that cat to leave with you when you go today. Do you understand?' Damn, he caught on to my diabolical plan I am going to have to take him home now. It seems the little bugger had taken a liking to making the fireplace his dumping ground if you catch my drift.

So I cart him off to the house and make him at home feeding him till he is nice and fat. Now my house is the house that smells like cat piss. I need to get him fixed but damn there's even more money on a cat that I never wanted in the first place. It is a constant battle to find the latest place he has taken a leak. Usually I do not have to go very far because the kids seem to like to leave the clothes on the floor and voila of course their clothing makes for a very nice toilet.

Another interesting thing about this huge black ball of fuzz is that he goes into what my children fearfully claim is 'ATTACK MODE'. Out of no where there will be the inevitable shout "Dad, Brownie's in attack mode again!", and of course my reply is "Well pet him and show him some love and he will leave you alone" but of course my advice is never heeded and they start jumping around acting all afraid and being the animal he is....Well he attacks biting just enough to scare them or maybe scratching them a little. This starts the screaming and crying and makes it so that I have to get up go beat on the cat tell him 'NO! No!' and explain for the thousandth time that they caused the whole issue by acting afraid. To be honest though if you never have seen it before it is rather frightening. He will be laying there like a cat usually does and then he will just roll over on his back let his tongue hang out of his mouth and not move any part of his body except the tail. The tail twitches nervously back and forth anticipating the strike that the body it is attached to is about to make. If this little black bastard deems the time is right he can jump from the position I have previously described all the way to my head and I am 6 feet 3 inches tall. Of course he doesn't do this to me anymore he knows better.


So I have a cat. He can be ok except for the pissing on everything I own, and tearing holes in my children's skin. By the way did I tell you I have always hated cats?

Shaking my head once again.....The things I do just because I feel they are right.

Monday, June 07, 2004

Ah The Smell of Napalm In The Morning

Now it is my day off, 3 great fucking days in a row, or so I think.

With me only getting to see my boys every other weekend, if I am lucky, for the last two years I decided when they moved in for good that I don't mind them sleeping in my bed if they want. It seems to ease their little minds and let them realize daddy is there to protect them even in their dreams. Tonight on the other hand is a different story. I am snoozing along and I awake to hear BAD3 crying! I am half asleep but any noise that has to do with my kids and crying perks me up to Defcon 3.
Alert, Alert, something is happening to a child Alert, Alert we are now Defcon 3!

The first thing I do is start asking what is going on "buddy you ok?", no response just crying Hmmm.... "Buddy?", more crying. Then I hear it a noise that sounds like the flood gates have been opened so that the entire Atlantic ocean can be drained of all things aquatic! The fog horn sounds and
Blllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!! Bleeeeeeeeeh! Ble-Hooooyah! Burble burble.

OMG running to the bathroom turning on the lights back to pick up the boy who is now crying so hard he cannot breathe at all and plop him in front of the toilet, "Please son of my loins do not miss the target! May your aim be straight and you never miss". Now it is back to the room ripping sheets off the bed setting up BAD2 in the front room on the couch Blllleeeeeeeh "oh great here come the dry heaves".

Sheets on bed ~ back to little boy. By now he standing up and he crying not because he is sick but because he has puked all over his night clothes. So I take off the clothes wash him up and he is crying so hard he is hyperventilating! I have to tell him to stop that nonsense; I know he is sick but he is just making it that much worse. He needs to pee but stands there crying instead; I tell him to sit on the white porcelain god of sickness and if he needs to puke to get up but for the love of Jesus "Do not puke on yourself again lil bro".

Crying hysterically..Will not stop

I run get him some crackers he nibbles and forgets that he's been crying. Goooooood now my angel go lay back in bed and take this wet cloth and put it on your forehead you are ok everything is ok.

Now I cannot sleep I hate vomit the sight of it makes me want to empty my innards as well. But I spose you got to do what you got to do.


All in all I suppose it is not nearly as bad as last week when BAD2 decides he is going to be sick on the way home from the movies. He waits till I pull over he opens the door steps outside and projectile vomits back into my car! Smooth move Slick Rick! It was fucking lasagna noodles some of them were even whole! That was really nasty but that's a story for another time.

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Reasoning, Issues, Life in General

I need to post more of my thoughts in here I suppose. Yesterday really did bum me out hearing that Reagan had died, it was something I never had really thought about until it actually happened and for christ's sake he was 93 years old he had suffered for way too long. Today my thoughts kept wandering back into the 1980's and just realizing that my youth is truly fading and now I am becoming one of them. Yes, A dad an old guy a person that is not of the younger generation =(


To be specific I am going to detail out some of my reasonings for why I actually started writing this long blathering usesless blog. You see I have always wanted to write a novel or two but the time has never felt right. I decided that I would kill a couple of birds with one stone here. First I am going to write some of my crazy thoughts that come about in my daily life and to let the world see the things that happen to me that are worse than could ever be aired on a Jerry Springer show. Secondly I have always wanted to go on stage during amateur night at a local comedy club just to see if I could actually have the entire audience rolling in the floor laughing at some of the silliness that is me. To this end I am going to write all I can and hopefully come out with some good ideas that can be used if I ever decide to do that. And perhaps an idea for the novel I plan on writing one day will come into focus and since I will have been writing a little every other day or so then I will already be in rhythm with the music of the stories that play constantly in my over-active imagination.


I know that if you have read any of what is upon these pages so far you will see that I have a some what extensive vernacular as well as quite a few expletives thrown in for flavor. To that I have to apologize but this is my blog if you do not like it do not read it. My thoughts usually run the gambit Andy these are the words that flow with them. I have actually edited quite a few more of the expletives out but sometimes it just cannot be helped. So here is your warning and my reasoning behind it.. I will try to make warnings on the header of any blogs that are a little too racy or just should not be visited by children.


Some not so very interesting things about me:

I am divorced (married 1 time to a cheating whoring thieving ....I'll leave it at that)

3 kids all boys Initials are BAD (yes it is true I did this purposefully because don't Bad Things come in three?) For future reference I will use their naming convention in this manner BAD1, BAD2, BAD3 1= 9yrs old, 2= 8yrs old, 3= 5yrs old

I am a Technical Analyst the pay is shit I got in the business at the wrong damn time, but then again I make more than most of my counterparts in the same type of field in my geographical area therefore I think-eth that I dost protest-eth too much.

I research and actually delve into an ideology before I come to a definitive belief system that I adhere to. I am always open to change it just doesn't always mean I am going to, or have, to like it.

Devils advocate is a favorite past time.

I am too honest and usually get bent over and reamed a good few times before I have had enough but then if I ever get to that point you will know and the Irish in me will be saying it all to clear.



Well there is the 2 sec version of all things Seeker... Over time you will see more I assure you.

Saturday, June 05, 2004

President Reagan Rest in Peace

Just hearing of the death of our President during the time of youth it has caused me a great feeling of retrospeculation. I am at a loss for words it is the kind of feeling you get any time an icon during your life dies. This was the man who brought us the idea of global protection from space (i.e. Star Wars), he prepared George Bush to lead us into the 90's, he worked to end the cold war race with Gorbachev. I always knew that due to his illness he could pass at any time but to finally realize this moment kind of ends a part of my youth that was pushed into the recesses of my mind.

While I do not have anything to add that will do this former movie star, and Governor, justice I still feel the need to immortalize his passing in a brief passage in my blog.




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Former President Ronald Reagan Dies at 93

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By JEFF WILSON, Assoicated Press Writer

LOS ANGELES - Ronald Reagan (news - web sites), the cheerful crusader who devoted his presidency to winning the Cold War, trying to scale back government and making people believe it was "morning again in America," died Saturday after a long twilight struggle with Alzheimer's disease (news - web sites).


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"My family and I would like the world to know that President Ronald Reagan has passed away after 10 years of Alzheimer's disease at 93 years of age. We appreciate everyone's prayers," Nancy Reagan said in a statement.


Nancy Reagan, along with children Ron and Patti Davis, were at the couple's Los Angeles home when Reagan died at 1 p.m. PDT of pneumonia complicated by Alzheimer's disease, said Joanne Drake, who represents the family. Son Michael arrived a short time later, she said.


President Bush (news - web sites) was notified of Reagan's death in Paris, and the U.S. flag over the White House was lowered to half-staff.


Five years after leaving office, the nation's 40th president told the world in November 1994 that he had been diagnosed with the early stages of Alzheimer's, an incurable illness that destroys brain cells. He said he had begun "the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life."


Reagan's body was expected to be taken to his presidential library and museum in Simi Valley, Calif., and then flown to Washington to lie in state in the Capitol Rotunda. His funeral was expected to be at the National Cathedral, an event likely to draw world leaders. The body was to be returned to California for a sunset burial at his library.


Reagan lived longer than any U.S. president, spending his last decade in the shrouded seclusion wrought by his disease, tended by his wife, Nancy, whom he called Mommy, and the select few closest to him. Now, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton (news - web sites) are the surviving ex-presidents.


Although fiercely protective of Reagan's privacy, the former first lady let people know his mental condition had deteriorated terribly. Last month, she said: "Ronnie's long journey has finally taken him to a distant place where I can no longer reach him."


Reagan's oldest daughter, Maureen, from his first marriage, died in August 2001 at age 60 from cancer. Three other children survive: Michael, from his first marriage, and Patti Davis and Ron from his second.


Over two terms, from 1981 to 1989, Reagan reshaped the Republican Party in his conservative image, fixed his eye on the demise of the Soviet Union and Eastern European communism and tripled the national debt to $3 trillion in his singleminded competition with the other superpower.


Taking office at age 69, Reagan had already lived a career outside Washington, one that spanned work as a radio sports announcer, an actor, a television performer, a spokesman for the General Electric Co., and a two-term governor of California.


At the time of his retirement, his very name suggested a populist brand of conservative politics that still inspires the Republican Party.


He declared at the outset, "Government is not the solution, it's the problem," although reducing that government proved harder to do in reality than in his rhetoric.


Even so, he challenged the status quo on welfare and other programs that had put government on a growth spurt ever since Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal strengthened the federal presence in the lives of average Americans.


In foreign affairs, he built the arsenals of war while seeking and achieving arms control agreements with the Soviet Union.


In his second term, Reagan was dogged by revelations that he authorized secret arms sales to Iran while seeking Iranian aid to gain release of American hostages held in Lebanon. Some of the money was used to aid rebels fighting the leftist government of Nicaragua.


Despite the ensuing investigations, he left office in 1989 with the highest popularity rating of any retiring president in the history of modern-day public opinion polls.





That reflected, in part, his uncommon ability as a communicator and his way of connecting with ordinary Americans, even as his policies infuriated the left and as his simple verities made him the butt of jokes. "Morning again in America" became his re-election campaign mantra in 1984, but typified his appeal to patriotrism through both terms.

At 69, Reagan was the oldest man ever elected president when he was chosen on Nov. 4, 1980, by an unexpectedly large margin over incumbent Democrat Jimmy Carter.

Near-tragedy struck on his 70th day as president. On March 30, 1981, Reagan was leaving a Washington hotel after addressing labor leaders when a young drifter, John Hinckley, fired six shots at him. A bullet lodged an inch from Reagan's heart, but he recovered.

Four years later he was re-elected by an even greater margin, carrying 49 of the 50 states in defeating Democrat Walter F. Mondale, Carter's vice president.

Every House Should Have One

I have decided that if I ever have the chance to build or design a home that I own it will have a urinal in the master bath and in the main guest bathroom. Now why would I want this in my house?

Below are my reasonings behind this decision.

1. I am tall and it is really a pain in the ass to stand there and take a piss and hope you dont get splashed upon.

2. I have three boys and by God I swear that they can hit everything except the pot itself. This will make clean-up a snap!

3. For any women that come into my life there will never have to be the age old debate of whether lid should be left up or down!

4. Worse case scenerio more than one of you has to take a leak at the same voila! Multiple action points thereby reducing the expenditure of energy by not having to do the pee pee dance as you try to hold it while others already in the restroom are doing thier business.


This Dude Rocks!!

Man in Bulldozer Rampage Found Dead

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By P. SOLOMON BANDA, Associated Press Writer

GRANBY, Colo. - A muffler shop owner who plowed his makeshift armored bulldozer into several buildings over a dispute with city officials was found dead in the machine after a SWAT team gained access with explosives early Saturday, authorities said.


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Ok yeah it probably isn't cool that this guy destroyed alot of things and was a threat to society during his rampage. I just think it is cool that this guys said, "to hell with it", and went into attack mode against the government that was shitting on him and allowing Big Business to do as they wished.

Friday, June 04, 2004

Thoughts on Random Subjects

I used to work as a store director of a Supermarket and in our bathroom was always some sort of witicism or saying that referred us to call so and so for a good time. There was one in particular that was worded in such a way that after seeing it every time you went to relieve yourself it became ingrained into your psyche so that you could repeat it without having to see it. The statement gave the person's name and a phone number and said something to the effect of '(insert man's name) Call for real good ' .... That's all it said. I am sure it was implying some act of homosexuality but it intrigued me as to why it was never finished...Perhaps the artist was interrupted in his moment of graffiti? Who really knows.

What I do know is that this person was far traveled. Perhaps there was a band of merry men who loved to torment this poor soul by infiltrating men's restrooms across the far reaches of the mid-southwest! Every now and then I go on little road excursions and I have seen this same message scribbled across many walls from Oklahoma to Texas, Missouri, and Kansas. The wording was always the same and the penmanship very close in detail as the others. This person's arm was far reaching and all I can say is that he was requesting you to call this guy for good head for Real!

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Concerning women as a group I love them! They have things that I, as a male of the species, lack and when they combine their resources with a male that actually allows them to progress and grow as individuals while at the same letting them cling to their nurturing instinct you can have a very beautiful bond. Unfortunately though this does not seem to be the case any more. The laws of the United States have left a bitter taste in many mouths as women have gone over board with the equal rights catch phrase that they cling to as if it empowers them to rule of the lands and leave us men in the dark.

Just today I see a census report where men are still making more on average than their female counter parts do in the same job. This is the type of thing that really has no bearing on equality. Whoa did I just blaspheme the Women's Rights Movement? Bah! I suppose I did. Hey I agree that women should be treated with the respect they deserve. I agree they should be close as is possible as their male counter parts when it comes to pay scale. However, I totally disagree with the wanton zeal the legislature of the states and federal government side with them and allow divorce to be such an easy fix. Below are some of the things I see that are wrong with our system.

1. Women tend to goad or do everything in their power to get their male companion to strike them and then cry foul and get a restraining/ protective order against them.

2. During divorce proceedings they feel that they have the right to claim everything for their own when instead it should be a mutual split of property and those items that cannot be agreed upon must be sold at auction or an actual sale of some kind that will bring maximum value or a quick turnaround to end the proceedings.

3. Child Custody in the past it was generally given to the women based on the precedence that a mother has more of a naturalistic bond with the child and she would be more apt to care for them and be able to respect their needs and wants. Recently wesee that men of this generation (Gen X'ers) are taking the bull by the horns and fighting tooth and nail to make sure their children are raised properly and not subjected to the malfeasance that women are now apt to allow in their young lives. This is a trend I think that will not change but instead will grow as women lost their touch upon there place in the world and in the way things are supposed to be.

4. You cannot have your cake and eat it to. We as men are supposed to follow proper etiquette and open doors, pay for dates, and treat you like the goddess you are supposed to be. Then again we do these things and you want our jobs, our children, our houses, and when you grow bored and life is not as cherry as you thought it would be you decide to have that fling to satiate an appetite that cannot be quenched. When will you realize that life is not about what you get, it is about what you give. You seem to have lost your place and are seeking answers in material squalor when instead you are supposed to be and have been made in such a way to actually play a supportive role with in the family and society in general.

5. You supposedly want strong macho men who do not act effeminate yet again you cry and gossip about how men in general a bunch of pigs and need to learn the art of communication and understanding that goes on in a relationship. To this I go boo-fucking-Hoo! Look most of us have read your shitty books we have gone the extra mile to change and we do it is not good enough. You want a real man! You want something that is not in our nature but when we try to change then you say you do not like it. We (man in general) get annoyed with the constant babbling and gossiping. When we find a problem we want to fix it. For you to bitch and moan without end about your misery and how such and such treated you poorly perhaps it is time to look at yourself and make some changes in your own personae and realize your own faults.


Well I guess from all that any woman who reads it probably will be me making clucking noises or giving me the evil eye about now. Eh? Well maybe not maybe I am just a bitter fool who has chosen the wrong female companions in my life... Then again most of what I am saying is here is based upon my experiences with the people I meet in my life and the articles I read. My conclusions are my own and hopefully by reading this you may cometo realize that change is not always for the better. Men are not women and women are not men. We are created differently and for specific reason.

When a child is first conceived it takes 2 parts to equal the whole. There is the sperm and the egg. This singular sperm must fight through billions of his brethren, and sisters, to get to victory lane and claim the prize of being mated with that egg inside the female. Now you notice that I did not say sperm combining with sperm. Nor egg with egg. Each piece of the process plays its own part. This is how I see mankind at this moment in time. The Female(Egg) is trying to act as the Sperm(Man) and all kinds of sociological improprieties are being enacted do to this shift in misappropriated power.


Like I said "Damn I love women!" But I also have to ask myself, "What the hell happened?"