Saturday, May 26, 2007


We’ve having a yard sale tomorrow, May 27.

Love getting rid of stuff, hate setting it up. Lots of good stuff this time around.

Come on by- starts at 9:00am

1353 Kensington Ave.
(Between 12th and 14th Street)

Not quite a year.

The basement is empty.

The previous owner came by and took the last of his stuff.

He brought two guys and between the four of us, we got everything out.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Award Ceremony

I’d like to offer my congratulations to my first “Absolutely Worthless Profiteering Dirt Bag” award winner: Mr. Dean Hancock of Tupelo, Mississippi.

Mr. Hancock’s son, a St. Louis Cardinals relief pitcher by the name of Josh Hancock, was killed when he crashed into the back of the tow truck. Of course, Josh had a BAC that was nearly twice the legal limit.

So, how did the elder Mr. Hancock decide to honor his son’s memory? With a donation to MADD perhaps? Speaking at a high school about the dangers of drinking an driving?

Yeah, right.

This oxygen-thieving waste of carbon decided to sue.

Who? Everyone.

No, really, everyone.

He’s suing the restaurant, where his kid got drunk.

He’s suing the tow-truck he slammed into.

He’s suing the poor bastard that broke down that the tow-truck stopped to help.

There is something seriously wrong with society, and this guy is just one example.

So, congrats Mr. Hancock. You suck.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


People point out that I don’t update near as often as I used to.

No shit.

Before, I posted notes on the remodel before we moved in. Now, I post when people nag me into it.

Guess what? I have been sufficiently nagged.

What have I been up to?

Mischief. Serious mischief.

In no particular order (and this is by no means a complete list), I have:
  • Spiked a Deputy Sheriff’s coffee with about 20 packages of Sweet “n” Low, resulting in a classic “spit-take
  • Painted the County Road Master’s office bright pink (it is getting repainted anyway).
  • I redirected the Oregon Lottery web site to a page of my own creation. Of course, my version shows a ticket purchased by a office's pool winning 11.8 million.
  • Let fly (my grip slipped) with some foul gas in Auntie’s office.
  • Taken a picture of a well known little tan(ner) dog in a well-known old (muffler-free) mustang. Keep an eye out for “don’t lock me in the hot car to die” posters. They’re limited edition and extremely rare.
  • Added copious amounts of salt to someone’s PowerAde.
  • Mixed tuna juice into the liquid soap in a local restroom.
I have no idea what the hell has got into me.

Now, let me take the opportunity to remind you all of something very important:
The internet is nothing more than a group of randomly connected circle-jerks. “Blogs” and message boards even more so. If this is truly the epoch of communications, then we probably should have kept our collective mouths shut, as people seem to be taking this far more seriously than they should.
Thank you and good night.