Just a Thought…
Posted on November 18th, 2008 by Shtoopid Dave
The thing I hate most about censorship… the fucking BEEP! The beep is a 1 kHz tone, that is 20 db higher than the fucking word they’re trying to cover up. WHY?
The thing I hate most about censorship… the fucking BEEP! The beep is a 1 kHz tone, that is 20 db higher than the fucking word they’re trying to cover up. WHY?
Commercials… I understand the need for them, but the repetitive nature of them really makes me never ever want to buy whatever it is they’re selling. In fact, if I had the money and Alan Shore (or Denny Crane) to sue them with, I would! I am not associated with and do not promote their products, but here goes…
All the commercials from the Commercials… that I hate! post are still playing today and still annoying the fuck out of me. I’m using that one for reference so maybe I won’t repeat so much. Enzyte Bob’s Christmas commercial has been on ALL YEAR!! There needs to be an Enzyte Bob Thanksgiving commercial, where they carve his ass up with a chainsaw!
Cancer Treatment Centers of America (CTCA). — Reading her teleprompter or cue cards deliberately and slowly, “My name is Phyllis Ellis, and I am a cancer survivor” and Peggy Kessler, her commercial is quite annoying as well… all of them are! I’m not making light of cancer patients, I have several in my family. If you have cancer, this may be the place for you, I’m just saying the commercials sound very fake and having it on every 15 minutes is very annoying.
All the broken dick commercials… I mentioned it before, but the old bald fucker drives by in his dorky car and beeps his horn at some woman… several times. He pops some Viagra, gets a boner, and a motorcycle and comes back. Next thing you know they’re riding out into the desert where nobody can hear her scream to a No-Tel Motel where they get the scrog on. Gimme a fucking break… I’ve had millions of boners, none ended up with me getting a motorcycle.
I’m certainly glad the elections are over. All the negative campaign ads were very taxing, including the pun. I don’t look forward to the next one. I hated both candidates for president, I hated all the local yokels too. It’s a wonder I could choose ANYONE for ANY position.
Social Security Disability Lawyers Network, another annoying commercial… nothing much to say about it, it’s just on too much! I’m unsure if it’s a local commercial or nationwide. I just hate it. Parmele Law Firm, P.C. is another one… it’s another Social Security Lawyer. It’s just obnoxious… add Castle Law Office to that list, the old cocksucker has probably the most annoying of all lawyer commercials. Peterson and Associates, yeah, them too! You can’t live on disability, don’t bother trying… if you doubt me, read more of my shitty blog.
Longhorn Steakhouse… the harmonica annoys the hell out of me. Sounds like someone’s raping a chicken. Their steak isn’t too bad, depending on which cut you get. Some of their steaks taste like a hot dog… umm gross.
DirecTv commercials where they take a scene from an old movie and change it to “you’re a moron for not getting DirecTv!”. It’s just stupid, not to mention annoying. It does not make me want to get DirecTv, does it make you want to? Dish sucks balls, I mention it many times… DirecTv can still piss off.
Volkswagen commercials… “That woman is a slut for VW” type commercials with Brooke Shields… or the other commercials with the classic Beetle talking in the stereotypical German accent, just lame. Sieg Heil, motherfucker!
And last, but not least… The guy with one buggy eye, Vince, from Shamwow! The commercial itself is just as annoying as the average 30 minute infomercial, but compressed into only 2 minutes! Makes me want to slash my wrists, think the shamwow towel will absorb the mess?
Well, that’s about it… I’m certain I’ve forgotten many. I mute or pause it so often now that I just forget some of them. I can’t stand so many of the commercials that come on. It wouldn’t be so bad if I were the “average” television watcher, but it’s on when I’m home… all day, all night. As much as I spend for as little as I get, I figure I should be using it all the time… meh.
Keep in mind that most of my blogs are here for me to keep track of how things are going in life… so I can look back and say “hey, at least it’s not as bad as it was…” or “hey, this is worse than rotten ass!”. My place to whine and bitch… create your own, and send me your link.
It’s a cold motherfucker in here! I’ve got a migraine that only adds to the pleasure I’m experiencing from the coldness of hell. Yay! I’m 37.5 years old… I feel like a 70 year old fart. I don’t know when 52°F (11.1°C) became bone chilling cold, but… it is! The furnace hasn’t come on yet, that I know of. Just 5 or 6 months left…
There is nothing on TV and Tweak is being obnoxious and needy. There should be a video here showing what he does. It was taken a year or two ago, but nothing much has changed. He likes to sit here next to me and stare blankly at me… occasionally “rooing”. It’s cute… to a point. Poor fat bastard…
Went to see Quantum of Solace yesterday… good flick, hot chick. It started off with super action chase scene, which is usually hard to top in the rest of the movie, but they managed to keep it rolling. I was only disappointed because it’s the first James Bond movie to not end in a sexual manner. I was certain that Olga Kurylenko was going to be the end-of-movie scrog, she’s pretty hot. Well, she wasn’t… he didn’t tap it even once, came close but no cigar. Other than that, a good action movie. The plot was pretty good even though it completely confused my dad until we explained it to him, he was there for the killing and explosions. So, this movie and Eagle Eye are my two favorites this year.
I’m not too bright a person to post things about my life online in the first place… even dumber to post what goes on in my brain online… especially things about those who can make my life more miserable. Jody was cool about it, I didn’t say anything bad about her… I’ve got nothing against her. In fact, the only person at the cop shop I can’t stand is David Striegel. He already knows that he’s hated by most people, so it’s no secret, right? Dave?
Oh well, once ya do it, you’re done for… once you post it, it’s somewhere online forever. Meh, I’ll get over it… hopefully they will too. Read my disclaimer at the bottom of some and on the side of other pages. I don’t take any responsibility for what I type and you shouldn’t either. Have a nice day.
Well, it seems I’ve attracted the attention of some people here in Linn County… oops! Jody Swineford (used her name as reference, since she’s listed in the search engines) contacted me about a previous blog. She was decent about the whole thing, so I guess I should explain why I said what I said.
My history with Dave Striegel is rather extensive. I’m sure my life will get slightly worse as soon as Striegel finds this, if he hasn’t already. I’m sure that I’ll be getting pulled over more often now.
When I first moved here, he and another sheriff (no longer with the cop shop, but rumor has it that he’s getting his job back in January) were “drag racing” their way to Pleasanton around midnight one night, they damn near ran me off the road and into a ditch. Their “finish line” was the gas station to get donuts (how ironic), coffee (how even more ironic), and cigarettes. When I confronted them about it they warned me “to keep my mouth shut or things could get ugly”… I had the feeling I was living in a county that you only see in the movies…
About a year later I was coming into town a little fast, probably 5 over the limit (35 mph) and turned into Casey’s General Store. He pulled in behind me with the lights going and hit his siren (I guess to get me to pull my parked vehicle over). He warned me about going so fast and that he’d be keeping an eye on me. No big deal… I was speeding a little.
About a year later… he followed me from Scott Road to about where the City Hall is here in town, a good 5 or 6 miles I guess, where he pulled me over “for coming off Scott Road on to 52 Hwy going 65 mph”, a 90° turn at 65 mph… in a Geo Metro that had trouble getting to 55. We argued about the physical possibilities of that and he offered to arrest me and have a judge decide. I agreed with that and was ready to go with him across the street to the jail. I’d be happy to demonstrate that turn at 65 for the judge. He said, “nevermind, just slow down from now on” and walked back to his car.
A few months later… he pulled me over again, this time for my tag being illegal, stolen, and registered to someone else. I have a military tag, 5 numbers. If you don’t run the tag right it would show a number of other tags… school district, water district, other cop cars, you name it! He told me that he “was going to have my car impounded and arrest me”. I again, agreed and told him I’d be happy to sue him for harassment after it was all said and done. He told me to get the tag corrected the next day. I visited the DMV and nothing was wrong, so I just dropped it.
A few years later he found me while at a fire with dad (a volunteer fireman) and threatened to have me arrested “for being within 500 feet” of the back of a parked fire truck. We argued for quite a while about legalities of me being there. He was going to have the Pleasanton cop arrest me… why couldn’t he do it himself? Dad’s truck has a radio in it, I could hear all the shit he was telling the other cop about me. I didn’t get arrested that day, dad was mad at Striegel for making me move the truck because he couldn’t find me.
I haven’t had any bullshit with him since July of 2006… I was eating lunch at the local restaurant and he was across the room hogging down some chicken. Every once in a while he’d look up and glare at me a little. He loves me… it’s nice that I’m that memorable. I never narc’d him out for his racing crap, maybe I should have. Maybe I just did…
Another craptastic night followed by a so-so day… that day is today. I went to Paola and got actual groceries. I have food now… probably about 2 weeks worth. Went to Scronic and ate the “brown bag special” because it’s cheaper than the #2… both are brown. So I’m somewhat full, very tired, and confused about whether I’m cold, hot, both. Oh, and it’s been two years to the day that Jimbo let me give her a jolly good rogering… so happy fucking joy there. That was the last time I got my scrog on too… pathetic, yes, I know. I wouldn’t want to let my 2 readers down, now would I?
I have lived my winters in the cold since I first left home around 15 years old… I honestly don’t remember the cold actually causing pain. 50 isn’t “cold”, it shouldn’t be anyway. I’ve had probably 4 heated winters, 1998-2002… I’m unsure about ‘02, I think that’s when I first started cutting back. On average it was 70 in the house, year round. I never thought I’d live like this again… meh.
It’s noon:20, it’s cold, it’s cloudy, it’s about to rain, and I’ve got nothing to do really, so I thought I’d bitch a little.
It’s 26°F (-3.3°C) outside and 52°F (11.1°C) inside. How can it feel like it’s the same inside as outside? I’m colder than a well digger’s ass! I got up early because I was just freezing lying there in bed with the cat staring at me. Ate the last two pieces of bread as toast with peanut butter on them… they cooled off too quickly. Sucking down coffee and trying to get warm. I had planned on trying to heat the bathroom and take a shower, but FUCK THAT! Only 6 months of this shit left, yay!
I had an absolutely MISERABLE night last night. Besides the strange dream-mares, the satellite TV was going all stupid on me again. Lately around midnight, the TV goes to static. I vaguely remember calling Dish at just after midnight. The bitch put me on hold and about ten minutes later some dude asked for my account number, then said he couldn’t help me and I’d have to call back. I figured since he didn’t know who I was so I said, “well fuck you people then” and hung up. I drifted back off after an hour or so and it did it again! I figured out that it’s the 508 receiver going all stupid on me, I’ll just bypass the piece of shit.
The furnace is set to come on at 50°F (10°C), I almost look forward to it coming on. Psychologically I may feel warmer knowing that there is heated air being pumped into the house. I don’t know if I’m that stupid… yet. Mom keeps whining that I should set it at 57°F (13.9°C), as if that would help much and just because she says it doesn’t make it so. I learned last year that the difference between 55°F (12.8°C) and 60°F (15.6°C) was double the fuel and between that and 65°F (18.3°C) is nearly double again. At 55, the gas bill was around $21… at 60 it was $52, and when I got sick I cranked it up to 65 and saw $97 gas bills. Well, this year they raised prices again… so I have to go 5°F (2.8°C) colder than I did last year… fuck you, Dubya!
I love how people still blame high gas prices (they’re nearly what they were before Dubya and Cheney stuck their dicks in our asses) for raising the price of everything else. Take natural gas, for instance, the price of oil went down but the price of NG went UP. Food prices stayed up, electricity is going up… meh. I’m tired and cold… almost hoping I don’t make it through the winter. Around late February the constant coldness usually brings about pneumonia and flu. I got my flu shot… hopefully they have the right strain this year.
oh, more bitching is on the way…
The temperature is going back down… *fart*
The outside faucet is leaking… not a good thing. *fart again*
Monday, I’m going to have to go to the damned hardware store, get some more washers, turn off the damned water, replace said washer, turn water back on and hope for the best. Fucking junk! *fart* I should light those and warm it up in here… my diet has been quite poor over the last year.
Constant repairs and patches… There are huge long cracks in the ceiling, probably due to the weight of the added insulation in the attic. Leaky faucets, creaking doors, creaking floors, and it’s fucking cold. Craptastic indeed. I’m old, I’m cold, I’m bitchy, go fuck off! Yep, that damn faucet is still dripping, needs replacement again, fucking shit! *fart*