For all the profanity, cursing, and bluster that goes on around this place, one of the things that makes it a home on the intartubbies (or a wretched hive of scum and villany, take your pick) is that fact that we can be remarkably decent to each other at times. I’d call it “like family” but the fact is, some of us find it hard to be as kind to family, and sometimes even with good reason. When I think out the slings and arrows endured in the last year by my fellow Hostages, be they injuries, maladies, conditions, jobs, finances, and family bullshit, or having friends and family picked off by the unsleeping spectre of death in unrelenting fashion, this place is a respite, and we remain among friends. Even Wiser.
Whether it is the sneaky behind the scenes care package drives and organization, or telling a fellow Hostage “Go ahead and complain. We’re listening.” when we might tell someone else to stick the three-piston asshammer in as far as it will go, and then break it off.
I’d like to think that we’re all here because we’re unique. No, I’m not talking about that huggy-touchy-feely bullshit that make the Left think that it is ok to be a hyphenated American every day, rather than simply as a means to remember why it is they are lucky to be Americans on special occasions. I’m talking about being the people who can take a kick to teeth, shake their head, spit the broken ones out, smirk at the kicker, and say “Is that all you got?”
Things can be pretty crappy sometimes. Having a government that is against us more than it is with us can be a heavy burden sometimes. Throw in a metric shitload of personal crap, and it would be easy to wonder why the Big Guy upstairs has it in for us, but the fact that some of us have had the year that we have, and that the coming one doesn’t really look like an improvement, and we’re still here, swinging, and hurling insults at each other says something about us that others would either find inspiring, or in their jealousy, they would hate. If there is a “Hostage” Approach to life, I think this sums it up rather well:
It isn’t just “Seven times down, eight times up”. It isn’t about doing the safe thing. It’s about doing it your way, and knowing that here, at least, we’ve got your back.
Here’s your ball. Take your shot.
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Happy New Year, Reprobates!
Happy New Year, Cano!
Good poat, BiW!
Derp.
Wanna see something really, really creepy?
Good poat BiW. I like it very much.
I AM NOT going to peek in your bedroom window. Pervert…
What’s up, pussycat?
Herr, on the the new product sales side at the company I work at, last year, we went from $80M to $11M. The last paycheck was deposited in two transactions. Still Grateful I got a job! Could it be that your company didn’t get a receivable in time? God Bless, Bro! Hang in there!
Hey Pups!! You still got Puppy Breath?
GAH!! Gotta Go! Somebody please Duct Tape PG to a Tree for me. Thank You.
Could it be that your company didn’t get a receivable in time?
Possible, but doubtful. Will find out in an hour or so.
Wakey Wakey!
Today is the last opportunity for my belly piercing this year.
Nice poat BiW.
Kinda short.
Good luck Herr.
We had to submit payroll early due to the Christmas holiday, could be just an HR screwup.
Hi Ca Rin,
Did anybody let you know about Mrs. Pupster’s early birthday present? I’ll give you one i-guess.
Oh, one i sounds dirty.
I’ll give you 2 i-guesses.
Believe it or not, I’ve had an iPad for a few months. Turned it on once, said “neat.” Set it down and have never used it again. There it sits. Someday I’ll get around to it. Maybe next year…
Great post BiW.
Car in–Just go get it done! This is not reverse psychology or isn’t it?
From old thread –
If Carin shows back up, tell her I’ll get my nose pierced the same day she gets her belly button done.
Woot!!
*hates Mrs Pupster and ‘cano.
It seems like a strange way to tell people bad news (no paycheck) – I’m hoping it’s just one of those strange situations.
Like late receivables. Or payroll fuck up.
*adds Lone Survivor to my Amazon shopping cart.
I think I’m up to speed.
I’ve never been drunk either.
*looks nervously up at sky
Didn’t join a sorority, despite going to Miami of Ohio – where EVERYONE joins one. Rush was two weeks before school even started, and who wants to pick their friends THEN?
By my sophomore year, I no longer even considered it.
**gives BiW best squishy hug EVAR!!!eleventy!!**
We’ve set up two bear traps here. One is baited with homemade brownies made with Ghiradelli chocolate, the other is baited with the line “I’m thinking of using WD-40 on myself”. Let’s see which one attracts more Hostages. Jim Fowler is standing by to wrassle anything I can’t handle.
/ Marlin Perkins
I have been on the (non) receiving end of a few late paychecks. Which sucks, as I live pretty much hand to mouth. I understand what HM is going through, and hope the best for you.
WD-40? Tabasco all the way!
I’m almost done with my Christmas shopping!
I never once considered joining a fraternity. I didn’t even make time to be in Math Club in college.
Fraternity life made me the man I am today.
I also never went to a party in college. I had and continue to have trouble in crowds and with noisy environments.
Kappa Sig
Dad was in Kappa Alpha (Knights of Alcohol). Probably why he didn’t want me to join a sorority. He has some good stories, though, including a UFO sighting.
My roommate (the one from last night’s story) was a little sister of Kappa Sig.
We never laid a hand on her, I swear.
I never went to a fun party in college.
I actually had my most fun, in drunken environments, as a bartender. While totally sober.
I did enjoy going to listen to college bands.
That was the mostest fun I ever had.
I dates a frat guy. I even got “lavalerd” – although I prolly butchered the spelling.
I dumped him before he could pin me. Which, if I remember correctly, is a “pre-engagement” thing.
So funny.
dated.
more coffee.
Dad and his frat brothers made an enormous kite one night and flew it off the roof of one of the taller buildings on campus. They tied a flashlight to the tail and turned it on. People were calling the local radio and TV stations, saying they had seen a flashing UFO over the city. This was late ’50’s, so a good time for that kind of thing.
*pours coffee for dick.
There you go.
>> Which, if I remember correctly, is a “pre-engagement” thing.
Yeah. It’s that.
…
Sorta
I never went to a fun party in college.
Carin, I am so sorry. I think I made up for you. There were some good ones – the Jimmy Buffett parties where we’d crank up the heat in the middle of winter, wear bathing suits or Hawaiian shirts, drink margaritas and eat cheeseburgers. The “Come As You Aren’t Party” – some of the engineers were dressed as preppy English majors. I borrowed Mr. RFH’s pinstripe suit and went as a Mafia thug. Mr. RFH went as a smiley face.
Don’t know what lavalerd is.
five minutes till 2011, and I rang it in appropriately.
Wait, I’m five minutes too early?
That’s what she said.
I never went to a fun party in college.
Carin, I am so sorry. I think I made up for you.
I think I have a little of Leon in me (LOW HANGING FRUIT ALERT). The crowds, the noise, the purposelessness. I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Now, if there was a band … or it was a small party? I could have fun then. I just don’t do well with huge crowds of strangers standing around drinking.
But bartending? I had a blast.
It’s when a frat guy gives you a necklace pendant with his frat letters on it.
It means you’re DATING dating.
Happy new year ‘Cano!!!!!
In 2 minutes according to my puter.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
And a special HAPPY NEW YEAR! to Car in.
Heh. Dad griped about his first wife keeping his frat ring and pin.
Well, 2011 is here. It seems a bit better, but Obama is still President.
You know, my shepherds are weird.
Neither of them much cared for being petted as puppies- they’d walk away as you petted them. It wasn’t until they were around 18 months old, and all of a sudden they love it.
Oscar can’t get enough, now, and zedla’s bugging me right now.
intact. For the moment.
Tat made me an offer, you see.
I just signed up to recieve a thank you card from Obama for all I’ve done.
Oh. what’s this? He wants a donation. shocked I am.
I got a thank you from Bush 2 and I never had to send him anything.
I think I have a little of Leon in me
Not the part I wish were. I’d have noticed.
From each according to their ability, to the Obamas according to their desires.
(don’t tell her that’s all there is)
Coffee sounds good, but I don’t feel like making it. Heading to the gym for my last workout of the year in about half an hour, then to BD’s for big piles of beef.
Morning All.
Happy New Year, Cano!
So BD’s is a gay bar?
Happy New Year Cyn!
Happy New Year, Americano!
Dick, heart’s still going too damn fast. The patches for the EKG leads leave rings of adhesive behind. I started out using rubbing alcohol to get the adhesive off of me, and I’m thinking of using WD-40. Should be interesting finding out if that’s like pheromones for Mr. RFH.
So BD’s is a gay bar?
Mongolian BBQ. Lunch is $13.99 for unlimited bowls. I can pack away 3lb of ribeye in a sitting and fare better than I would have buying groceries.
>> Dave, will the Cowgirls win Sunday against Philly or should they go for the draft pick?
Is Philly playing for anything now? I know they lost the bye.
If not, then Dallas just might slap em. You probably remember the 78 season ended with Dallas and the Broncos, a nothing game, both in the playoffs, both had home field. Dallas won 14-8 or something like that, and met up in the Superbowl later.
Teams that are just goin down get pissy and mean.
HI CYN
Happy New Year Ms. Hydrant. You’ll be happy to know that 2011 is heart issue free. I know. I’m there.
Roamy, you could try a reallllly dilute bleach solution in water. It won’t get the adhesive off, per se, but it’ll break the cell membranes of the surface layer of dead skin cells, and the adhesive should wash off with them.
Try pumpkin pie. And porn. Works every time.
I would too. I was thinking more along the lines of “Philly may lay down and think of England”.
RFH, fuck that bleach shit. Be serious.
http://tinyurl.com/2d22wsw
Americano, that’s the best news I’ve heard yet.
Leon, not sure there is a surface layer of dead skin cells any more.
Hahahahaha, dick, I had to go look up Hoppe’s #9. You may be right.
HI DAVE!
Something is hanging up this page in Firefox.
I blame 2011.
Does anybody else do a photo calendar every year? If so, any recommendations on a software package for this?
*waves good morning at Carin, Dick, Roamy, Leon, Puppster*
Leon, not sure there is a surface layer of dead skin cells any more.
Just wait it out, then. Don’t abrade yourself, just shower and wash normally. Abrasions suck.
Gymtime!
My gym is closing at 4 pm today .
WTF? Gym rats aren’t supposed to party.
I’m supposed to take a day off here soon. Maybe tomorrow would be good?
Good morning, Cyn! Saw elsewhere there was snow in Phoenix?
gimme a ticket on an aeroplane.. ain’t got time to take a fast train
That is my favorite poat by BiW AND I read the entire thing. I woke up at 6:30 this morning and realized I didn’t have to go to work. I just woke back up and Count went to get me cream for my coffee 😉 I am a lucky girl. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!!!!!!!
>> Count went to get me cream for my coffee
If it takes longer than 4 minutes you might wanna check that out closely.
I’m supposed to take a day off here soon. Maybe tomorrow would be good?
Tomorrow is for watching the Rose Parade and a metric shitpot of football.
Yes we had snow here, but not by us. I saw it on the news myself last night!
It’s damn cold here this morning, about 29 F; we had to put our hoses on a slow drip last night and cover a few plants.
Car in, are you one of those workout fanatics?
Define “fanatic”.
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Tomorrow is for watching the Rose Parade and a metric shitpot of football.
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That’s what I figure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWUW2Vcb_-k
I’ve never seen a problem that having pie made worse.
Once a day.
whew.
I’m not a fanatic.
YEA!
[for two hours]
[6 days a week]
and a great body to show for it (bitch) also IMO do not get belly button pierced that is so 5 years ago
‘morning fellow savants!
I think you can buy the piece that makes it look like it is pierced but its not really…kind of like clip on earings
Howdy Sohos – Sam Rayburn / 84
Mmm… okay. (giggle)
DON’T YOU JUDGE ME.
I think one of the reasons I work out so much is that I really don’t know anyone up here in Lapeer. I’m kind of – well – not terribly outgoing. the gym is one place where I’ve met people.
So I can work out, chat with folks. Talk politics. Makes the whole dealo more fun.
IMO do not get belly button pierced that is so 5 years ago
My belly didn’t look good 5 years ago.
I was in 8th grade then. In 86 I think we played Sam Rayburn b/c for some reason I think that was the field that had astro-turf instead of grass on the football field and I kind of pulled my hamstring from high kicks. (drill team)
sohos – how was Salt?
“I’m kind of – well – not terribly outgoing”
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wear less clothes in public, more people will come up and talk to you!
I understand that Carin but you dont need a belly ring to show it off. Just sayin’ obviously do what you want honey
Yup – Memorial stadium had the astroturf, I left a lot of my hide on that field.
I give it 4 out of 5 bald heads. It had some twists that were pretty cool. I mean, go into it expecting Jolie to be her typical ( I’m a total bad ass) character. For two hours it was kind of fun.
We were 23 5A or was it 4A in 86. Clear Creek.
I hear Jolie is making a movie where she plays a hired gun with a terrible British accent, this time she’ll have red hair! A total departure for her.
wear less clothes in public, more people will come up and talk to you!
I dun’t think those are the people I wanna meet 😉
Just sayin’ obviously do what you want honey
BUT I CAN’T DECIDE WHAT I WANT!
I think maybe I’ll pick up Salt for tonight.
You know this blog has picked up quite a gathering of people from this area. Kind of strange actually.
CC was 24-5a I believe, we were 23-5a.
tell me you know Walter Reese.
Her stunts are like (Yeah right eye roll) but she does look good doing them. It is worth watching.
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*climbs in with stick. Starts poking car in’s hypothalamus*
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Is it HOT in here are what? And I don’t know about you, but I’m STARVING.
Sorry Counts’ computer booted me off. Yes, I know Walter. He is a year younger than me I think.
Well we played that group one year. Pasadena, Deer Park, Sam Rayburn, La Porte etc…
what a small world – he’s my cousin. That’s who I was staying with while in Houston last week.
I even think Dickinson and Galveston Ball was in that group. IT was only that year it seems.
Wow! That is a small world. He is a card!
Yeah Walter graduated 89 he will tell you he knows me. I dont know if you know my real name. I will send to you in email
Martinis with olives. For breakfast.
Giving Count his computer back hopefully my phone is charged. Be back later
Olives are good for your heart, right?
BUT I CAN’T DECIDE WHAT I WANT!
Then the answer is no, right?
You shouldn’t get a piercing if you aren’t totally stoked to do it.
I’m kinda stoked.
Reservations:
Is my belly really “ready” for such a thing?
How much is it going to hurt?
Honestly, I’ve got so many scars on my tummy from the kidney thing, I though it would kinda dress us the joint.
get a tattoo of a piercing – problem solved!
talk talk talk.
go do it.
Ooohhh…Caarriinn…..
Katy Perry. That is all.
I don’t even have my ears pierced.
Honestly, I’ve got so many scars on my tummy from the kidney thing, I though it would kinda dress us the joint.
You’ve obviously gone insane.
How much does it cost to get your belly button pierced?
I dun’t know.
Holy shit, Dick.
Ca rin,
How did the chicken come out on Wed?
How did the chicken come out on Wed?
Slimy and scared, but still alive.
I thought I’d fucked up and logged on to Facemoneyshot there for a minute. What with all the ‘do you remember this guy’ and ‘I played against those assholes’ conversations.
So…..did any of y’all attend Lubbock Monterey or Lubbock Coronado during the late 70’s? I may know someone you know.
It was really, REALLY good.
That story Slu linked from Hillbuzz is really good.
Fucking Obama and his selfish fucking self.
Oh, and Obama has extended his vacation by two days because he had to stay in Washington an extra few days to finish up legislation.
A year to heal?
MOM, CAR IN IS TALKING TO HERSELF AGAIN!
I’m answering and responding to stuff, Herr.
I’m not talking to myself at this moment.
That usually happens at 7 in the morning when I’m here by my lonesome.
Lick it Pendejo! We were bonding…
Morning, Lovelies!
BiW — Big Squishy Hugs and Sloppy Kiss for ya, sweet friend. Ya done good on this poat.
*wipes tear* *sniffles*
Does this belly button piercing look infected to you?
Car in. I vote that you go get that navel pierced… iffin we’re taking a vote here.
Yea. I’m into voting this morning. Attended our special session of the Executive committee of the Dallas County Rethuglican Party last night and we could NOT vote on our resolutions because we lacked a quorum. We waited almost an hour for folks to show up… but we were short about 10!
New meeting called next week. *crap*
That story Slu linked from Hillbuzz is really good.
Fucking Obama and his selfish fucking self.
Interesting to look at the comments and watch all these committed leftists (they are or were Hillbeast supporters) come to the realization that the elite media are not on he level tilt. They almost sound like us.
I’ll let you vote, Cathy.
Do I take the faulty CD I bought last night back to Wally World before I go to Half price Books,or after?
/de-lurk
Good morning morons and wishing you all a prosperous,healthy,fun,smexy std-less New Year.
/lurk
Carin, create a poll? I’ll vote. I guess you can tell I’m a fuddy-duddy about this.
Thanks BiW. Faulty CD first. Then Half Price Books as your reward for the grief you put up with.
*Bewbs updated’…* *Happy New Year!*
Later… Gotta get in a workout. IF you do a poll, I’ll vote Sheah-Yes!
Love you morons. Later…
Here’s my unsolicited vote re piercing:
Our father created you in his own image. Through excellent nutrition and work habits you have maximized his gift. Don’t desecrate the temple.
That prolly gets me labeled as narrow minded and in ok with that.
Ruh roh St. Louisans, nail your shit down.
Straight line winds are a comin’. 50 – 60 mph. Shit better hit before my lunch is over.
pendejo, that is what I voted yesterday. Our human temple is beautiful the way God made it.
Hahahaha
What happened to Dick’s train wreck poat?
It’s raining.
Good morning morons and wishing you all a prosperous,healthy,fun,smexy std-less New Year.
Smexy? That sounds dirty.
Same to you Bosk.
Super Duper Update!
I’m going to wait and cast the deciding vote.
Mornin’/afternoon all.
I voted.
Morning, slackasses. So what are we drinking today ?
my daughter is a cheerleader, half of the girls on the team have belly piercings – my girl does not.
I voted.
Sapphire, straight from the freezer
Sapphire, straight from the freezer
That is some tasty stuff. I think I’m going to do a bottle of Woodford Reserve today.
There’s a dead hooker in the bottle.
Really big bottle or one of those Viet Namese imports?
Voted. Thanks for making that so easy.
Slowly, Dick. I was kidding about the Sapphire.
I did eat half an orange yesterday, and it was good, so I think my taster may be starting back to normal.
Off to eat bacon, eggs & grits. BBL
PattyAnn. So hope you are gonna keep recovering. Sheesh, Girl! ((huggs))
Duck and cover: tornado warning for St Louis area
http://www.kmov.com/
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Voted.
Good morning, fucksticks.
Thanks, Cathy, I AM feeling so much better mentally now. After the surgery I just knew I was dying I felt so bad.
John and the grandkids made homemade coconut cream pie, cherry pie, banana walnut bread and pumpkin bread yesterday and I wasn’t even the slightest tempted, so there is that.
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Keep fuckin' that chicken!
Damned ASCII shit and stuff.
Voted…yes, with the caviot that a picture of the area in question be added to proof of life.
Also, I would think driving a piece of metal through your navel would hinder jogging, cardio, pretty much any kind of workout. At least until it heals?
Eh, what do I know.
Also also, I have a bottle of Red Stag from my good friend James Beam for the festivities tonight.
I can see why his employers don’t feel like giving Herr a paycheck….
Herr, did I miss your employment update somewheres?
No, Pup, you didn’t. I’m sitting here at the office wondering what the fuck is going on.
I don’t normally read your comments so it’s possible I missed it.
I don’t normally read your comments so it’s possible I missed it.
Bested by a fucking dog.
Fuck you too, xbad. With a fish.
I’d draw a picture but it would just end up looking like the kanji for “We no take Canadian Dorra heal!”
Enjoy your sippin’ tonight Pupst. Hey Brad.
I’ve been fixing a toilet. Job’s done now, but I still need to get to my exercise. Sheesh.
later…
BTW, it is surprisingly cold here in the desert today. I blame
AndyMare.All right, you taintsniffing losers, I’m gonna go get cleaned up then buy Andy some lunch.
Kick him in the p00n for us.
Afternoon all – Ice Wine is chilling in the fridge for tonight’s festivities. We go to a friend’s house/llama farm with a bunch of our other friends and eat, drink, and shoot off fireworks.
Over the past couple of years, all of the offspring/spawn have gotten old enough to participate in the blow-’em-up portion of the evening, so us old farts sit on the patio in our nice warm coats and accessories and let the young ‘uns freeze their keisters off for our entertainment.
Age has its privileges…..
Got a paycheck. Kind of.
Now for the “meeting”.
I choose to take the third option (who cares?) as an affirmative vote.
*says special Job prayer for Herr*
Also, I would think driving a piece of metal through your navel would hinder jogging, cardio, pretty much any kind of workout. At least until it heals?
ACK!
Never thought of that.
And, I believe, Pupster may have delivered the final blow to this debate.
I bet all that sweating, ect, would prolly encourage infections.
my daughter is a cheerleader, half of the girls on the team have belly piercings – my girl does not.
That’s yucky.
You know you’ve done your job right when your daughter’s ex-HS boyfriend refuses to come into your house because, “It’s not your Dad I’m scared of – it’s your Mom!”
Yeah, I put the fear of God into that boy (and his parents) but good when I found out he’d been doing things he shouldn’t have with my little girl (and yes, I know it takes 2, but still).
Good to know he still remembers 7 years later……
Oh go do it. Sheesh. You got iodine or something in the cabinet. You are reasonably aware of health issues.
It’ll look dorky though. Just sayin.
I’m getting mixed messages from you, Dave.
*head tilt.
Ok, got the grocery list done. Laundry. Sorted the (mountain of) sox. Sorted my CDs. Got pictures out to be arranged.
Perchance it’s time to run for a coffee?
Shut the fuck up, Dick.
NEW POAT!!! NEW POAT!!!
And yes, it’s possible that the words “statutory”, “police”, and “permanent record” MIGHT have been interjected into that conversation with his parents all those years ago.
Not that I would have actually DONE anything, mind you (I doubt that the law would have been on my side), but the mere suggestion of it was enough to keep that boy on edge for DAYS…..
Is it wrong that I still laugh like a Vincent Price villain when I think about that?
(and yes, I know it takes 2, but still).
But anyone want to bet on which party was pressuring, whining and cajoling?
Morning folks! (It’s still morning here)
As a condument, I believe mustard is under-rated.