Listen up everyone.
If you've been redirected here from a piece of email I sent to you, it's because I'm trying to be tactful and tell you that right now, I could give a shit less if I've got fans, or not.
Why? Because obviously, you've not heard Gypsy, my cocker spaniel has passed away. And no, I'm not taking it easy and I'm not rather happy with the world.
The only fucking thing I really want in this world right now is a little cocker spaniel to come up on the porch and be muddier than hell because that would tell me it's been a cruel joke and it's all better....but then again, I buried her, so it wasn't real nice of me...so she'll probably not like me right now.
Other than that, if you want more chapters of PlayMaker mailed to you. It's not happening. It's not happening because right now, I've gotta lot to think about other than what life is giving me and I hate ever stinking bit of going to board meetings, going to grocery stores (where I still buy her treats out of habit), going to McDonald's (where I order double cheeseburgers for her out of habit), and coming home and not been greeted by a little dog who actually thought I was pretty cool.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Johnny Murdoch's essay I posted
It seems daily, I'm screwing up. Yup, I'm admitting it.
Ok, the other day, I posted a blog essay Johnny Murdoch did. I didn't think anything of it, and then, I went on to give my own opinion which matched his.
In all actuality, I fucked up. First of all, I didn't ask and I didn't even link it to his original blogsite which had the essay.
Now, Johnny wrote me a really nice letter. He didn't even ask me to pull it. He asked me to put a link to his and that's it.
Well, I can't do that. I'll tell you why. If I had a kid who shoplifted from the store, I'd trot that kid back and I'd make the kid give back what he stole. THEN, I'd probably let the kid know how disappointed I was in him.
Personally, what I did was the same as that kid. What Johnny did was the same as the store keeper telling me to go ahead and keep it, but not to do it again. It's sweet of him, but it's being more understanding than he clearly had a right to be. I doubt if I'd have been as kind....well, maybe I would've...I mean, I didn't get all bent out of shape when Fox's show stole my bucket concept, but just the same, what I did was wrong and for that, I publicly apologize.
What else I'll say is Johnny Murdoch is a class act. I don't know the guy, but what I can tell is he's got a wonderful blog/facebook/twitter/and myspace like I do. That means he's working his tail off to get it out there and for me to steal something and use it without asking is pure bullshit.
Ok, I'm going to forgive myself, but what I'll tell you guys is you can count on me giving you what you get via asking and permission. That's a promise.
Ok, the other day, I posted a blog essay Johnny Murdoch did. I didn't think anything of it, and then, I went on to give my own opinion which matched his.
In all actuality, I fucked up. First of all, I didn't ask and I didn't even link it to his original blogsite which had the essay.
Now, Johnny wrote me a really nice letter. He didn't even ask me to pull it. He asked me to put a link to his and that's it.
Well, I can't do that. I'll tell you why. If I had a kid who shoplifted from the store, I'd trot that kid back and I'd make the kid give back what he stole. THEN, I'd probably let the kid know how disappointed I was in him.
Personally, what I did was the same as that kid. What Johnny did was the same as the store keeper telling me to go ahead and keep it, but not to do it again. It's sweet of him, but it's being more understanding than he clearly had a right to be. I doubt if I'd have been as kind....well, maybe I would've...I mean, I didn't get all bent out of shape when Fox's show stole my bucket concept, but just the same, what I did was wrong and for that, I publicly apologize.
What else I'll say is Johnny Murdoch is a class act. I don't know the guy, but what I can tell is he's got a wonderful blog/facebook/twitter/and myspace like I do. That means he's working his tail off to get it out there and for me to steal something and use it without asking is pure bullshit.
Ok, I'm going to forgive myself, but what I'll tell you guys is you can count on me giving you what you get via asking and permission. That's a promise.
Friday, November 13, 2009
My Dog Gypsy Has Died
Hi Everyone,
Not one hour ago, my dog Gypsy passed away in my arms. She was ill, got better, and then, passed away today.
Many of you knew her in my stories. She was a gorgeous little black and white cocker spaniel who when I wasn't teaching her tricks was teaching them to me.
Yesterday, she seemed disoriented, but she came out of it and laid down. Last night, she didn't come to bed, so Sam laid with her.
All day long, she laid down and when I went to get the mail, she raised her head, so I thought she'd be ok. Then, at dinner time, she came to lay at the door of the kitchen. I put some Canadian Bacon by her head...her favorite after hot dogs...as well as pizza...and she didn't eat.
I picked her up and took her to the living room to watch the evening news and called my Mom. Mom was preparing dinner, so she said she'd call me back and right after I hung up, she yawned and died.
Many things will change in my life and houses. For years, I had light switches covered with tape because the lights stayed on...she was afraid of the dark. Those lights can now turn off.
She's beign flown back to Missouri. She's getting buried at my Mom's house...out in the country...where there's a little grove for all the other family pets who were treasured and have passed on. She'll be resting next to Missy, my Mom's dog who was a playmate to Gyp when they were around each other.
Right now, the tears just flow. She was my baby and my source of joy for so many hours. She was loved and loved unconditionally.
Not one hour ago, my dog Gypsy passed away in my arms. She was ill, got better, and then, passed away today.
Many of you knew her in my stories. She was a gorgeous little black and white cocker spaniel who when I wasn't teaching her tricks was teaching them to me.
Yesterday, she seemed disoriented, but she came out of it and laid down. Last night, she didn't come to bed, so Sam laid with her.
All day long, she laid down and when I went to get the mail, she raised her head, so I thought she'd be ok. Then, at dinner time, she came to lay at the door of the kitchen. I put some Canadian Bacon by her head...her favorite after hot dogs...as well as pizza...and she didn't eat.
I picked her up and took her to the living room to watch the evening news and called my Mom. Mom was preparing dinner, so she said she'd call me back and right after I hung up, she yawned and died.
Many things will change in my life and houses. For years, I had light switches covered with tape because the lights stayed on...she was afraid of the dark. Those lights can now turn off.
She's beign flown back to Missouri. She's getting buried at my Mom's house...out in the country...where there's a little grove for all the other family pets who were treasured and have passed on. She'll be resting next to Missy, my Mom's dog who was a playmate to Gyp when they were around each other.
Right now, the tears just flow. She was my baby and my source of joy for so many hours. She was loved and loved unconditionally.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Is Missouri Dumping It's Prisons???!!!
Hi everyone,
Here's what I've come to notice in the past couple of weeks. I'll tell you why I looked and then, you'll know why I've came to that conclusion.
First of all, while back in Missouri, I went to Walmart with my Mom. That's not news in itself, but here's the way it goes with my Mom.
We went into the place. She got a cart and then proceeded to get those sanitary towels which are bleach based....and then went nuts.
All I can say is I'm damned thankful I'm not a kid growing up in this day and age with my Mom because what used to be spit and what used to be a thumb, or whatever wiping us clean would probably be those fuckin' towelettes.
All I can say is she thinks I'm certifiable because I don't want to "degerm" myself. Fuck, I was raised without them. She was too....and we did pretty damned good, so I don't think a sudden bath with bleach at a grocery or a Walmart will "cure" me.
What's even funnier is I actually said something to her which got her to buy her own...
What's that? You ask!
I told her, "Mom, I've got seven casinos and not a one of the slot machines gets a bath from a customer." All of a sudden, the grocery cart made a beeline for the bleach section and her purse which should be on "Let's Make A Deal" gained another item!
Just the same, where I got derailed in this story is this...she was giving the cart, herself, and my leather jacket a good wash down with the towelettes when she saw a lifelong friend of hers in the hair salon there getting her hair cut.
Mom stopped and of course, that required a good hour long conversation.
What's terrible is while I was standing there waiting, I saw the first Kevin from when I was in prison. He stared, I stared and of course, I thought, "What in the fuck is he doing out??? And, what in the hell is his happy ass doing in Hannibal, Missouri when he's from Sullivan?
Now, let me get derailed a bit more before I say anything else. Sullivan, Missouri is probably a dinky damned town. I can't say because I was too little to remember it well. I'll tell you I've been there, but it was to a "Western Town" in which we rode a little train out to a little western town and it seemed the sole source of us going was to watch a replay of the OK Corral...or some sort of thing. Other than that, the train was cool, so I wanted to go...as well as did everyone else.
Just the same, I know two guys from Sullivan and both of them were total babes. One had the last name of Johnson and yeah, the guy was just fuckin' amazing to look at...and yeah, I had him as a celly...so you know what happened there!!!
Well, I had both of them as cellies and both of them got boffed, so Sullivan rated...I guess.
So, back to me seeing Kevin at Walmart. I saw him, he saw me and he stared. I stared and then, he walked away.
The way it went, is I decided to go ahead and shop rather than wait out my Mom talking with her friend because we'd been there all damned day if that'd happened. Instead, I had clothes to buy for the boys, so I went to the Guys' clothing section.
While in the clothing section, I discovered I was getting stalked. Finally, I turned to him and said, "Listen up, it's me and not no, but fuck no will I lay for you again."
He said, "You look totally different" and I told him about the beating.
After a bit, I cut it short, but I DID make a mental note to look on the prison's website to see who the hell else they let out. You see, here's where I get pissed fast about them letting some dumb fucks out.
In Kevin's case, he got out. Whoohoo, I wished him a nice life and then, he went someplace and promptly fucked up and got himself thrown back in prison with new charges of contributing to the delinquincy of a minor and all that sort of thing one does when he's trying to be a middle aged guy impressing an underage person and getting a piece....
And no, I'm not jealous...I just think it's rather fuckin' pathetic that the fucker can go to prison and get out on a murder charge and then, get another charge, and go BACK to prison and get back out before some damned good people get out.
Just the same, I looked up five people I know to be still in prison. All of them have murder charges and ALL of them are now out of prison.
What's amazing is one of them has been inside since 1986. Another was inside since 1989. One other was in since 1987. Another was in since 1991. And the last was in since 1993. EVERY Single person is now out.
Now, what's bugging me is this...
Believe it, or not, I don't believe the State of Missouri when it comes to holding onto a prisoner for the safety of society. I mean, I've seen them let some absolutely scary people out early and then, I've seen them hang onto others who are better adjusted.
However, let a state get slammed with unemployment like we've got now and a lack of tax income and they suddenly dump everyone they can.
They didn't do it when we had the flood of '93, or any of the other floods...because they might've helped the citizens. Instead, the citizens were begging and our governor smiled...and told them he 'felt' their pain.
Well, now, I guess is a new day and age because suddenly, the prisons are getting dumped and no, the press hasn't been told.
What's alarming is this...the prisons were over crowded with 12,000 people in them. They went up to 20,000 people while I was in there in the '90's and now, I hear they're at 30,000 people. They didn't build new prisons, folks, that's called stack 'em and rack 'em everywhere you can because they're making money. BUT, when they need to feed them...they dump them. Don't you feel safer?
Was that sarcasm? No. That's me as an ex-con looking at what I know they had, have, or had in there and knowing fully well some of those people should've stayed the rest of their God damned lives instead of being released.
What else I'll say is this...I will guarantee you there will be people who get rearrested and have victims which will make you wonder why in the hell they ever released them in the first place.
What am I talking about? Well, I'm not talking about murderers. Believe me, those people are probably the most well adjusted people in the place.
Now, you're probably shaking your head and wondering what in the hell I've got going on in my mind in order to say that, but let's look at it psychologically and then, you'll understand a lot better.
A murderer is a person who USUALLY acted in the heat of the moment. What that means is they get pissed and suddenly they kill the person. It's not well thought out, otherwise, they'd still be out here....or, they'd be in for the rest of their lives without a chance of parole because they're in under Murder 2 which is premeditated murder where they sit and consciously stew on how they're going to do it and then, go do it.
What's different about a murderer is he or she knows they fucked up. They know they're going to go away for a long time, so they go...and while they're in there, they tend to be less serious than all the rest of the idiots.
Why? Well, think about it. They've already done to another person what most of us just haven't fathomed we could do. They know they committed the ultimate sin, so they look at what everyone else does and sort of chuckle at the situations people put themselves in while in there.
What's nuts is the other fuckers in there. Let's say someone gets into raping Grandmas in nursing homes. And yeah, there's on who got out who got off on it. AND yeah, I don't think the fucker will be out here long before he's back to doing the deed again...and yes, I pray I'm wrong, but I doubt it.
Others, who were released include one dumb fuck who robbed 18 banks. Yeah, I call him a dumb fuck because this brilliant son of a bitch didn't get caught, he caught himself!!!
HOW??? Ok, let me tell you the story so you know what sort of idiots do these things.
Let's call him Robert. Robert was in prison when I first got there. He met someone named "Quick" and fell in love with the guy. Robert got out and low and behold, he loved "Quick" enough, he found a way to get money so he could send it to him in there.
"Quick" started getting a LOT of money. He got so much money, he came to Kevin and I and asked what he should do with it. Kevin jokingly referred Quick to the caseworker and told him to buy savings bonds. Quick did and it was rather interesting because we'd see on the news where someone was robbing banks and NOT ONCE did we even assume it was "Robert"
Why??? Because Robert was that good. He bought used cars before each robbery and he died his hair and the mustache he grew gray so everyone thought he was a lot older than his late 20's.
Then, he'd rob a bank and he'd be polite...but he'd also knew enough about stage theatrics and the old funky cameras in banks to know how to do his make-up so he really DID look old!
SO, how did he get caught? Here's how. Instead of using a used car which could be burned, he used his new Corvette. Instead of getting to know his Corvette, he left it with the keys in it and it running. He went in, made his withdrawal, and then, had it made...
Why? Because the bank was in a strip mall which happened to have a fitness place which has a shower room and of course, that gave him the ability to shower and dye his hair and be out of the disguise.
Where he screwed up is he went back out and tried getting into the car...which he found himself locked out of...and probably enough feds, locals, and county police around they took notice of someone trying to break the window out of the car with a gym bag! Of course, it didn't help the gym bag was open and shedding money!
So, old Robert went back to prison. He got 20 years and now, he's back out. Maybe he'll stay out since Quick is now out also.
Here's what I've come to notice in the past couple of weeks. I'll tell you why I looked and then, you'll know why I've came to that conclusion.
First of all, while back in Missouri, I went to Walmart with my Mom. That's not news in itself, but here's the way it goes with my Mom.
We went into the place. She got a cart and then proceeded to get those sanitary towels which are bleach based....and then went nuts.
All I can say is I'm damned thankful I'm not a kid growing up in this day and age with my Mom because what used to be spit and what used to be a thumb, or whatever wiping us clean would probably be those fuckin' towelettes.
All I can say is she thinks I'm certifiable because I don't want to "degerm" myself. Fuck, I was raised without them. She was too....and we did pretty damned good, so I don't think a sudden bath with bleach at a grocery or a Walmart will "cure" me.
What's even funnier is I actually said something to her which got her to buy her own...
What's that? You ask!
I told her, "Mom, I've got seven casinos and not a one of the slot machines gets a bath from a customer." All of a sudden, the grocery cart made a beeline for the bleach section and her purse which should be on "Let's Make A Deal" gained another item!
Just the same, where I got derailed in this story is this...she was giving the cart, herself, and my leather jacket a good wash down with the towelettes when she saw a lifelong friend of hers in the hair salon there getting her hair cut.
Mom stopped and of course, that required a good hour long conversation.
What's terrible is while I was standing there waiting, I saw the first Kevin from when I was in prison. He stared, I stared and of course, I thought, "What in the fuck is he doing out??? And, what in the hell is his happy ass doing in Hannibal, Missouri when he's from Sullivan?
Now, let me get derailed a bit more before I say anything else. Sullivan, Missouri is probably a dinky damned town. I can't say because I was too little to remember it well. I'll tell you I've been there, but it was to a "Western Town" in which we rode a little train out to a little western town and it seemed the sole source of us going was to watch a replay of the OK Corral...or some sort of thing. Other than that, the train was cool, so I wanted to go...as well as did everyone else.
Just the same, I know two guys from Sullivan and both of them were total babes. One had the last name of Johnson and yeah, the guy was just fuckin' amazing to look at...and yeah, I had him as a celly...so you know what happened there!!!
Well, I had both of them as cellies and both of them got boffed, so Sullivan rated...I guess.
So, back to me seeing Kevin at Walmart. I saw him, he saw me and he stared. I stared and then, he walked away.
The way it went, is I decided to go ahead and shop rather than wait out my Mom talking with her friend because we'd been there all damned day if that'd happened. Instead, I had clothes to buy for the boys, so I went to the Guys' clothing section.
While in the clothing section, I discovered I was getting stalked. Finally, I turned to him and said, "Listen up, it's me and not no, but fuck no will I lay for you again."
He said, "You look totally different" and I told him about the beating.
After a bit, I cut it short, but I DID make a mental note to look on the prison's website to see who the hell else they let out. You see, here's where I get pissed fast about them letting some dumb fucks out.
In Kevin's case, he got out. Whoohoo, I wished him a nice life and then, he went someplace and promptly fucked up and got himself thrown back in prison with new charges of contributing to the delinquincy of a minor and all that sort of thing one does when he's trying to be a middle aged guy impressing an underage person and getting a piece....
And no, I'm not jealous...I just think it's rather fuckin' pathetic that the fucker can go to prison and get out on a murder charge and then, get another charge, and go BACK to prison and get back out before some damned good people get out.
Just the same, I looked up five people I know to be still in prison. All of them have murder charges and ALL of them are now out of prison.
What's amazing is one of them has been inside since 1986. Another was inside since 1989. One other was in since 1987. Another was in since 1991. And the last was in since 1993. EVERY Single person is now out.
Now, what's bugging me is this...
Believe it, or not, I don't believe the State of Missouri when it comes to holding onto a prisoner for the safety of society. I mean, I've seen them let some absolutely scary people out early and then, I've seen them hang onto others who are better adjusted.
However, let a state get slammed with unemployment like we've got now and a lack of tax income and they suddenly dump everyone they can.
They didn't do it when we had the flood of '93, or any of the other floods...because they might've helped the citizens. Instead, the citizens were begging and our governor smiled...and told them he 'felt' their pain.
Well, now, I guess is a new day and age because suddenly, the prisons are getting dumped and no, the press hasn't been told.
What's alarming is this...the prisons were over crowded with 12,000 people in them. They went up to 20,000 people while I was in there in the '90's and now, I hear they're at 30,000 people. They didn't build new prisons, folks, that's called stack 'em and rack 'em everywhere you can because they're making money. BUT, when they need to feed them...they dump them. Don't you feel safer?
Was that sarcasm? No. That's me as an ex-con looking at what I know they had, have, or had in there and knowing fully well some of those people should've stayed the rest of their God damned lives instead of being released.
What else I'll say is this...I will guarantee you there will be people who get rearrested and have victims which will make you wonder why in the hell they ever released them in the first place.
What am I talking about? Well, I'm not talking about murderers. Believe me, those people are probably the most well adjusted people in the place.
Now, you're probably shaking your head and wondering what in the hell I've got going on in my mind in order to say that, but let's look at it psychologically and then, you'll understand a lot better.
A murderer is a person who USUALLY acted in the heat of the moment. What that means is they get pissed and suddenly they kill the person. It's not well thought out, otherwise, they'd still be out here....or, they'd be in for the rest of their lives without a chance of parole because they're in under Murder 2 which is premeditated murder where they sit and consciously stew on how they're going to do it and then, go do it.
What's different about a murderer is he or she knows they fucked up. They know they're going to go away for a long time, so they go...and while they're in there, they tend to be less serious than all the rest of the idiots.
Why? Well, think about it. They've already done to another person what most of us just haven't fathomed we could do. They know they committed the ultimate sin, so they look at what everyone else does and sort of chuckle at the situations people put themselves in while in there.
What's nuts is the other fuckers in there. Let's say someone gets into raping Grandmas in nursing homes. And yeah, there's on who got out who got off on it. AND yeah, I don't think the fucker will be out here long before he's back to doing the deed again...and yes, I pray I'm wrong, but I doubt it.
Others, who were released include one dumb fuck who robbed 18 banks. Yeah, I call him a dumb fuck because this brilliant son of a bitch didn't get caught, he caught himself!!!
HOW??? Ok, let me tell you the story so you know what sort of idiots do these things.
Let's call him Robert. Robert was in prison when I first got there. He met someone named "Quick" and fell in love with the guy. Robert got out and low and behold, he loved "Quick" enough, he found a way to get money so he could send it to him in there.
"Quick" started getting a LOT of money. He got so much money, he came to Kevin and I and asked what he should do with it. Kevin jokingly referred Quick to the caseworker and told him to buy savings bonds. Quick did and it was rather interesting because we'd see on the news where someone was robbing banks and NOT ONCE did we even assume it was "Robert"
Why??? Because Robert was that good. He bought used cars before each robbery and he died his hair and the mustache he grew gray so everyone thought he was a lot older than his late 20's.
Then, he'd rob a bank and he'd be polite...but he'd also knew enough about stage theatrics and the old funky cameras in banks to know how to do his make-up so he really DID look old!
SO, how did he get caught? Here's how. Instead of using a used car which could be burned, he used his new Corvette. Instead of getting to know his Corvette, he left it with the keys in it and it running. He went in, made his withdrawal, and then, had it made...
Why? Because the bank was in a strip mall which happened to have a fitness place which has a shower room and of course, that gave him the ability to shower and dye his hair and be out of the disguise.
Where he screwed up is he went back out and tried getting into the car...which he found himself locked out of...and probably enough feds, locals, and county police around they took notice of someone trying to break the window out of the car with a gym bag! Of course, it didn't help the gym bag was open and shedding money!
So, old Robert went back to prison. He got 20 years and now, he's back out. Maybe he'll stay out since Quick is now out also.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
New Dating Rule
Hi everyone,
Well, it's come to this....In order to date me, you've got to deal with a rule. It's that fuckin' simple...either follow "THE RULE" or get the fuck out of my car, or let me the fuck out of your car...and expect me to walk when it happens.
What is "THE RULE"?
It's this...it's this simple. If you own, possess, or have a cell phone, the son of a bitch gets turned off when we meet up for the date and doesn't get turned back on until after the date. I will do likewise.
Quite frankly, I'm tired of trying to carry on a meaningful conversation over a nice dinner while on a date only to have the moment ruined by the other person's phone ringing and having to listen to their conversation.
To be blunt, what's fucked up is when En and I were together, he'd want to be romantic and then, he'd stop to answer the fucking phone. Or, he'd have the phone ringing while we were making out.
Personally, for me, when I meet someone, I shut the phone off. They hear it shut off and they know it's making them a priority.
With En, during the last meeting we had, I counted 15 times his phone rang AND GOT ANSWERED during our supposed romantic dinner. Finally, when he hung up the last time, I told him, "Either shut it off or see me walk the next time the fucker rings." He said, "I've got to have it for business!" ....like I wasn't a busy person and didn't matter...
Needless to say, I smiled and said, "Thank you. I now know where I matter in this relationship. You pay for the fuckin' meal because it's ruined for me. I'm leaving now and DON'T CALL ME trying to get me to the table again!"
Needless to say, he wanted to make a big show of how he was shutting the phone off. I stared and said, "The next time a moment is ruined for us, you realize it was ruined by YOU. You have the power to shut it off like I do, and you have the power to let others come secondary to what's SUPPOSED to matter to you!"
Of course, he apologized profusely, but later, he went to the men's room and took nearly twenty minutes. When he got back, I excused myself to the men's room and asked the attendant, "Did Enrique come in and use his phone?" Of course, the guy said 'yes' and then went on to tell me how he had spoke to the lovely lady he was conversing with....
Needless to say, I went to the waiter and asked for our bill. THEN, I went over and wrote on the back, "Don't call me, I'll call you!"
He stared and I said, "Don't think you're so slick you can call someone while on a date with me! I'll call the bitch and tell her who you're dating and why the fuck the phone is shut off!"
He looked startled and I left.
What I will state is this....I've had to do the same thing for personal friendship. A friend of mine...Mike...and I spent the day together one Summer afternoon. While we were together, we had absolutely NO TIME to speak with each other because of the constant interruptions about how his so-called wife had taken the money for his daughter's order for Victoria's Secret instead of placing it.
Yes, it was a matter of urgency, but at the same time, had it been me, I would've said, "Excuse me. It's obvious I'm not going to be doing our friendship any good if I keep disregarding you, so I'll make an exit and attend to matters."
Had he done that, I wouldn't have been AS PISSED as I was after the seventh or eighth call. I'd waited patiently and then, after nearly two hours, I went into my house, locked it up, went back out and told him I was setting the alarm so he needed to step off my property because I had more important things to do than attend to our friendship which meant so little.
Of course, he stared like I was being an unrespectful bitch and that's when I told him, "Listen up, three fuckin' hours ago, it was a bit much. Now it's non-stop drama and beyond boundaries of friendship. YOU go home and tend to your matters, but the next time you want to think you can walk on a friendship, realize it won't be this one."
At that, I left and later, he called and apologized. Of course, we had the discussion about how many times, I get shut off so he can text...how many different conversations we have interrupted...and how much rudeness I'll tolerate before I'm finished.
What became of the conversation is this...I told him I wasn't even going to entertain riding in a vehicle with him anywhere anymore because I wanted that freedom to leave should I be disregarded in such a manner.
Well, call it dumb, but we got back to having trust levels improved only to have him end the friendship. How?
Well, how would you feel if you someone whom you were friends with since the age of 5 years old asked you to get out of the passenger seat and ride in the back seat so someone else whom had no seniority as a friend could ride shotgun!
Well, let me tell you how I handled it. I opened the door and told the guy to get in and ride shotgun. Then, I smiled and told him, "He's your new best friend because I'm no longer his..." I shut the door and walked. Of course, he yelled and of course, I walked.
Then later, I get a series of text messages telling me "It's all about the money" to me.
Let's see....I give him a water heater, two air conditioners, two fans, and carpeting. He gives me about $100 worth of items.
We take a road trip and I'm doing it because he begged and pleaded how he needed another driver...otherwise, he'd not be able to take the trip which made him about $1800. Of course, I was promised halves.
Well, the way it went was all the promises were forgotten when we were set to leave. THAT'S when I find out he's got another driver. We three leave and then, on the way back, I find out he's promised the other driver halves. AND YET, this is while he's yelling and screaming at me like I'm some sort of pussy.
Well, he got told to get his lazy ass out of the truck and do it himself. He also got told I could find my own fuckin' way back to Missouri and the moment I did, he'd regret ever fucking me over on a promise.
Well, let's say we went back to Missouri and he apologized only to get back to Missouri and have malfunction with the lights on the trailer. Needless to say, I'm the friend who helped climb under it and get six kinds of muddy on a sub-zero freezing day, and rewire it. Once again, I was promised halves...once again, the promise was broken.
What gets me is he actually told me I had enough money he shouldn't have to be expected to pay! I'm sorry, but don't promise something if you intend on being a liar! And needless to say, we are now no longer friends and needless to say, if he EVER expects to speak with me again, I'll tell him, "Don't speak with me. It's all about the fuckin' money."
What's fucked up is this...at the age of twelve, I was ready to wash my hands of him as a friend. I was buying breakfast for us every morning and yet, he couldn't, or wouldn't shell out one cent for us something later. I told him I was done with him being a sponge and he suddenly realized he could shell out a few cents.
In actuality, that's what I find a headache with having money. People expect ME to shell out all the damned time instead of them footing the bill occasionally. It irks me they are so presumptive that I'm going to pay and yet, like an ex of mine, when it came to it being HIS turn, he expected me to become a "Dollar Menu Queen" time after time after time...except when I was paying...but then of course, I paid for nice restaurants.
What's cool is this. It stopped bugging me when I realized I could write off dinner...as long as I left a business card for the wait staff....And yes, I have done that!!!
What I will state is I've become more aware to ask if it's me who is expected to cover dinner or if it's them. If I want to pay, I ask them. If they ask, I tell them I'm expecting them to cover it...unless it benefits me. If it does, then I write it off.
One last thing about cell phones....and then, I'll quit ragging.
If your call is so fuckin' important you want to disturb a funeral service or visitation getting that call, expect me to rip it out of your fuckin' hands and take it out and throw the thing as far as I can. And yes, that HAS happened and that's why I mention it.
However, if it's MY FUNERAL and you get a call, I'll tell you my undertaker will have prior permission to walk up and hand you the invoice for the cost of the funeral. And yes, you can pay. I'll lay there and tolerate the disturbance in peace....I might actually crack a smile.
Well, it's come to this....In order to date me, you've got to deal with a rule. It's that fuckin' simple...either follow "THE RULE" or get the fuck out of my car, or let me the fuck out of your car...and expect me to walk when it happens.
What is "THE RULE"?
It's this...it's this simple. If you own, possess, or have a cell phone, the son of a bitch gets turned off when we meet up for the date and doesn't get turned back on until after the date. I will do likewise.
Quite frankly, I'm tired of trying to carry on a meaningful conversation over a nice dinner while on a date only to have the moment ruined by the other person's phone ringing and having to listen to their conversation.
To be blunt, what's fucked up is when En and I were together, he'd want to be romantic and then, he'd stop to answer the fucking phone. Or, he'd have the phone ringing while we were making out.
Personally, for me, when I meet someone, I shut the phone off. They hear it shut off and they know it's making them a priority.
With En, during the last meeting we had, I counted 15 times his phone rang AND GOT ANSWERED during our supposed romantic dinner. Finally, when he hung up the last time, I told him, "Either shut it off or see me walk the next time the fucker rings." He said, "I've got to have it for business!" ....like I wasn't a busy person and didn't matter...
Needless to say, I smiled and said, "Thank you. I now know where I matter in this relationship. You pay for the fuckin' meal because it's ruined for me. I'm leaving now and DON'T CALL ME trying to get me to the table again!"
Needless to say, he wanted to make a big show of how he was shutting the phone off. I stared and said, "The next time a moment is ruined for us, you realize it was ruined by YOU. You have the power to shut it off like I do, and you have the power to let others come secondary to what's SUPPOSED to matter to you!"
Of course, he apologized profusely, but later, he went to the men's room and took nearly twenty minutes. When he got back, I excused myself to the men's room and asked the attendant, "Did Enrique come in and use his phone?" Of course, the guy said 'yes' and then went on to tell me how he had spoke to the lovely lady he was conversing with....
Needless to say, I went to the waiter and asked for our bill. THEN, I went over and wrote on the back, "Don't call me, I'll call you!"
He stared and I said, "Don't think you're so slick you can call someone while on a date with me! I'll call the bitch and tell her who you're dating and why the fuck the phone is shut off!"
He looked startled and I left.
What I will state is this....I've had to do the same thing for personal friendship. A friend of mine...Mike...and I spent the day together one Summer afternoon. While we were together, we had absolutely NO TIME to speak with each other because of the constant interruptions about how his so-called wife had taken the money for his daughter's order for Victoria's Secret instead of placing it.
Yes, it was a matter of urgency, but at the same time, had it been me, I would've said, "Excuse me. It's obvious I'm not going to be doing our friendship any good if I keep disregarding you, so I'll make an exit and attend to matters."
Had he done that, I wouldn't have been AS PISSED as I was after the seventh or eighth call. I'd waited patiently and then, after nearly two hours, I went into my house, locked it up, went back out and told him I was setting the alarm so he needed to step off my property because I had more important things to do than attend to our friendship which meant so little.
Of course, he stared like I was being an unrespectful bitch and that's when I told him, "Listen up, three fuckin' hours ago, it was a bit much. Now it's non-stop drama and beyond boundaries of friendship. YOU go home and tend to your matters, but the next time you want to think you can walk on a friendship, realize it won't be this one."
At that, I left and later, he called and apologized. Of course, we had the discussion about how many times, I get shut off so he can text...how many different conversations we have interrupted...and how much rudeness I'll tolerate before I'm finished.
What became of the conversation is this...I told him I wasn't even going to entertain riding in a vehicle with him anywhere anymore because I wanted that freedom to leave should I be disregarded in such a manner.
Well, call it dumb, but we got back to having trust levels improved only to have him end the friendship. How?
Well, how would you feel if you someone whom you were friends with since the age of 5 years old asked you to get out of the passenger seat and ride in the back seat so someone else whom had no seniority as a friend could ride shotgun!
Well, let me tell you how I handled it. I opened the door and told the guy to get in and ride shotgun. Then, I smiled and told him, "He's your new best friend because I'm no longer his..." I shut the door and walked. Of course, he yelled and of course, I walked.
Then later, I get a series of text messages telling me "It's all about the money" to me.
Let's see....I give him a water heater, two air conditioners, two fans, and carpeting. He gives me about $100 worth of items.
We take a road trip and I'm doing it because he begged and pleaded how he needed another driver...otherwise, he'd not be able to take the trip which made him about $1800. Of course, I was promised halves.
Well, the way it went was all the promises were forgotten when we were set to leave. THAT'S when I find out he's got another driver. We three leave and then, on the way back, I find out he's promised the other driver halves. AND YET, this is while he's yelling and screaming at me like I'm some sort of pussy.
Well, he got told to get his lazy ass out of the truck and do it himself. He also got told I could find my own fuckin' way back to Missouri and the moment I did, he'd regret ever fucking me over on a promise.
Well, let's say we went back to Missouri and he apologized only to get back to Missouri and have malfunction with the lights on the trailer. Needless to say, I'm the friend who helped climb under it and get six kinds of muddy on a sub-zero freezing day, and rewire it. Once again, I was promised halves...once again, the promise was broken.
What gets me is he actually told me I had enough money he shouldn't have to be expected to pay! I'm sorry, but don't promise something if you intend on being a liar! And needless to say, we are now no longer friends and needless to say, if he EVER expects to speak with me again, I'll tell him, "Don't speak with me. It's all about the fuckin' money."
What's fucked up is this...at the age of twelve, I was ready to wash my hands of him as a friend. I was buying breakfast for us every morning and yet, he couldn't, or wouldn't shell out one cent for us something later. I told him I was done with him being a sponge and he suddenly realized he could shell out a few cents.
In actuality, that's what I find a headache with having money. People expect ME to shell out all the damned time instead of them footing the bill occasionally. It irks me they are so presumptive that I'm going to pay and yet, like an ex of mine, when it came to it being HIS turn, he expected me to become a "Dollar Menu Queen" time after time after time...except when I was paying...but then of course, I paid for nice restaurants.
What's cool is this. It stopped bugging me when I realized I could write off dinner...as long as I left a business card for the wait staff....And yes, I have done that!!!
What I will state is I've become more aware to ask if it's me who is expected to cover dinner or if it's them. If I want to pay, I ask them. If they ask, I tell them I'm expecting them to cover it...unless it benefits me. If it does, then I write it off.
One last thing about cell phones....and then, I'll quit ragging.
If your call is so fuckin' important you want to disturb a funeral service or visitation getting that call, expect me to rip it out of your fuckin' hands and take it out and throw the thing as far as I can. And yes, that HAS happened and that's why I mention it.
However, if it's MY FUNERAL and you get a call, I'll tell you my undertaker will have prior permission to walk up and hand you the invoice for the cost of the funeral. And yes, you can pay. I'll lay there and tolerate the disturbance in peace....I might actually crack a smile.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Samuel
Today has been hell. Let me tell you the amount of paperwork it takes to be legal in South Carolina.
Here's the law. It's rather simple...until you find out things change damned fast when you're dealing with PEOPLE!!!!!
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SECTION 50 16 20. Importation of wildlife for certain purposes prohibited; investigation; permit.
(A) It is unlawful for a person to import, possess, or transport for the purpose of release or to introduce or bring into this State any live wildlife of the following types without a permit from the department:
(1) a furbearer, a member of the family Cervidae, a nondomestic member of the families Suidae (pigs), Tayassuidae (peccaries), Bovidae (bison, mountain goat, mountain sheep), coyote, bear, or turkey (genus Meleagris). Furbearer includes, but is not limited to, red and gray fox, raccoon, opossum, muskrat, mink, skunk, otter, bobcat, weasel, and beaver;
(2) a species of marine or estuarine fish, crustacean, mollusk, or other marine invertebrate not already found in the wild, or not native to this State.
(3) a species of freshwater fish, crustacean, mollusk, or other freshwater invertebrate not already found in the wild or not native to this State.
(B) A permit may be granted only after the investigations and inspections of the wildlife have been made as the department considers necessary and the department approves the possession, transportation, or importation into the State. The department may not issue a permit unless it finds:
(1) the wildlife was taken lawfully in the jurisdiction in which it originated;
(2) the importation, release, or possession of the wildlife is not reasonably expected to adversely impact the natural resources of the State or its wildlife populations.
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That's it in a nutshell. That's all the fuckin' laws on the books for importing wildlife into the state of South Carolina.
So, what I take from this is....Samuel can live with us IF:
A) He was taken from Las Vegas legally, which he was...
B) He can live with us as long as we have a permit...which he will have just as soon as I can get the right fucker on the line...
C) He has ample space for his needs. He's got twenty five acres here...if that's not enough, he's up shit creek. He wasn't afforded that much in Las Vegas, so he should be happy.
Now, here's the way this has went.
We brought Samuel home. Gypsy and he get along great and together, they sleep and play. She's shown him who is boss and he's thinking she's a pretty good playmate.
Now, here's the deal. Sam's got his Cat Chow dish and Gyp's got her dish. She eats Gravy Train out of the can, so she's happy he's getting stuck with the dry and leaves it alone.
Together, they share a water dish which is hooked to the water line behind the refrigerator so it refills itself.
First of all, I called the Fish & Wildlife people. They had no fuckin' clue where to tell me to go for a permit.
They asked me if I was running a zoo. I told them I only had Samuel and Gypsy. I told them Sam is a snow leopard and Gypsy is a cocker spaniel. They told me they'd call me back.
I called the local conservation people. They told me it was a Fish & Wildlife permit but had no idea what the requirements were. I told them the state law reads Sam has to have vet paperwork...which he does...and has to have their permit.
The guy offered to come inspect Sam. He rolled up and when he came in, Sam sniffed the guy and got the hell out of the room. The guy said, "He seems like a normal house cat!"
I said, "Well, he needs to be deemed healthy, so I'll go get him."
The guy said, "No, that's ok, my inspection is done." And left.
Now, I'm sorry, but Sam never stuck around. The guy never inspected him and that's the total of time the guy was there. He saw the cat and he was satisfied he was alive and healthy.
Later, I got a call from the guy. He's found the permit paper and is going to get me a permit. They cost nothing and have no renewal.
In the State of Missouri, it's even stupider...is that a word???...Here's what I mean...
In Missouri, do you know what the requirements are for you to own a wild animal? Nothing. You have to have the title to the animal. That's it. If you don't have the title stating the animal is yours, you can't have it.
There are no requirements stating anything about the animal's welfare, and there's nothing about the vet requirements, all you have to have is a title.
Now, here's what irks the shit out of me.... there are more requirements for burying a dead animal than there are for keeping it alive and healthy. In South Carolina, the animal has to be buried in a "state approved" facility. In Missouri, the dead animal is deemed to be toxic waste and needs to be incinerated or cremated. That's damned dumb but I just bet you if Sam dies, his ass is going to be at a taxidermist getting stuffed so he's around for a far site longer than what they'd like!
What's cool is Sam's getting his little ass walked off whether he likes it or not. The boy's have deemed him a "chick magnet" and he's getting walks....a lot. And yes, Gypsy is getting walked too.
Just the same, now you know what is going on at our house.
Here's the law. It's rather simple...until you find out things change damned fast when you're dealing with PEOPLE!!!!!
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SECTION 50 16 20. Importation of wildlife for certain purposes prohibited; investigation; permit.
(A) It is unlawful for a person to import, possess, or transport for the purpose of release or to introduce or bring into this State any live wildlife of the following types without a permit from the department:
(1) a furbearer, a member of the family Cervidae, a nondomestic member of the families Suidae (pigs), Tayassuidae (peccaries), Bovidae (bison, mountain goat, mountain sheep), coyote, bear, or turkey (genus Meleagris). Furbearer includes, but is not limited to, red and gray fox, raccoon, opossum, muskrat, mink, skunk, otter, bobcat, weasel, and beaver;
(2) a species of marine or estuarine fish, crustacean, mollusk, or other marine invertebrate not already found in the wild, or not native to this State.
(3) a species of freshwater fish, crustacean, mollusk, or other freshwater invertebrate not already found in the wild or not native to this State.
(B) A permit may be granted only after the investigations and inspections of the wildlife have been made as the department considers necessary and the department approves the possession, transportation, or importation into the State. The department may not issue a permit unless it finds:
(1) the wildlife was taken lawfully in the jurisdiction in which it originated;
(2) the importation, release, or possession of the wildlife is not reasonably expected to adversely impact the natural resources of the State or its wildlife populations.
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That's it in a nutshell. That's all the fuckin' laws on the books for importing wildlife into the state of South Carolina.
So, what I take from this is....Samuel can live with us IF:
A) He was taken from Las Vegas legally, which he was...
B) He can live with us as long as we have a permit...which he will have just as soon as I can get the right fucker on the line...
C) He has ample space for his needs. He's got twenty five acres here...if that's not enough, he's up shit creek. He wasn't afforded that much in Las Vegas, so he should be happy.
Now, here's the way this has went.
We brought Samuel home. Gypsy and he get along great and together, they sleep and play. She's shown him who is boss and he's thinking she's a pretty good playmate.
Now, here's the deal. Sam's got his Cat Chow dish and Gyp's got her dish. She eats Gravy Train out of the can, so she's happy he's getting stuck with the dry and leaves it alone.
Together, they share a water dish which is hooked to the water line behind the refrigerator so it refills itself.
First of all, I called the Fish & Wildlife people. They had no fuckin' clue where to tell me to go for a permit.
They asked me if I was running a zoo. I told them I only had Samuel and Gypsy. I told them Sam is a snow leopard and Gypsy is a cocker spaniel. They told me they'd call me back.
I called the local conservation people. They told me it was a Fish & Wildlife permit but had no idea what the requirements were. I told them the state law reads Sam has to have vet paperwork...which he does...and has to have their permit.
The guy offered to come inspect Sam. He rolled up and when he came in, Sam sniffed the guy and got the hell out of the room. The guy said, "He seems like a normal house cat!"
I said, "Well, he needs to be deemed healthy, so I'll go get him."
The guy said, "No, that's ok, my inspection is done." And left.
Later, I got a call from the guy. He's found the permit paper and is going to get me a permit. They cost nothing and have no renewal.
In the State of Missouri, it's even stupider...is that a word???...Here's what I mean...
In Missouri, do you know what the requirements are for you to own a wild animal? Nothing. You have to have the title to the animal. That's it. If you don't have the title stating the animal is yours, you can't have it.
There are no requirements stating anything about the animal's welfare, and there's nothing about the vet requirements, all you have to have is a title.
Now, here's what irks the shit out of me.... there are more requirements for burying a dead animal than there are for keeping it alive and healthy. In South Carolina, the animal has to be buried in a "state approved" facility. In Missouri, the dead animal is deemed to be toxic waste and needs to be incinerated or cremated. That's damned dumb but I just bet you if Sam dies, his ass is going to be at a taxidermist getting stuffed so he's around for a far site longer than what they'd like!
What's cool is Sam's getting his little ass walked off whether he likes it or not. The boy's have deemed him a "chick magnet" and he's getting walks....a lot. And yes, Gypsy is getting walked too.
Just the same, now you know what is going on at our house.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Once in a lifetime
That's what sort of moment it is when you can get my Mom to dress up and strut her stuff.
Many of you don't know her, except for my writing, but my Mom and I are very close. What you don't know is my Mom is the sort of woman who is a Mom and doesn't go for the glamorous stuff. With that said, it's few and far between....like once in every thirty years or so.
With that said, last weekend, we went to Vegas. On the way home, we stopped in Missouri so the kids could see Mom.
What's absolutely cool is my Mom had a function Sunday night for something. She dressed up and as it went, the kids couldn't believe how hot Mom looked and personally, I thought she looked damned good and told her.
That being said, she allowed me to take a photo of her. Here's the result.
Many of you don't know her, except for my writing, but my Mom and I are very close. What you don't know is my Mom is the sort of woman who is a Mom and doesn't go for the glamorous stuff. With that said, it's few and far between....like once in every thirty years or so.
With that said, last weekend, we went to Vegas. On the way home, we stopped in Missouri so the kids could see Mom.
What's absolutely cool is my Mom had a function Sunday night for something. She dressed up and as it went, the kids couldn't believe how hot Mom looked and personally, I thought she looked damned good and told her.
That being said, she allowed me to take a photo of her. Here's the result.
Jillian Is Getting Her Own Show
Hi everyone,
After a lot of legal wrangling and after a near walk out....it's been decided Jillian can have her own show.
It's to air in 2010 and it's to be a pilot of 8 shows....more will come if it's deemed a success.
On a personal note, I hate NBC. They control her media unless it suits them...and usually, that is to make her look like a bitch. "Jillian has a blown up on set", "Jillian gets sued by workmen over her house", "Jillian's team loses again"...
Do you get a pattern there? If it's negative, it's put out by NBC. If it's positive, they bury it. Well, let me tell you something, they PAY her to be a bitch. They PAY her to do those blow ups and believe me, if it's not in the script, they don't let it go on the air.
In regards to Jilli's house. Let me say something to everyone out there....I own her house! I pay the fuckin' bills and I DIDN'T pay the Cullegan people because the contract said "For all services rendered"...not that they were going to supply the water purification system and then choose to see if they wanted to hook up shit they didn't have a right even touching.
What AM I ragging on? I'll tell you. Jilli's show was contracted to have Brita water purification systems on her tap. Well, the fuckin' things didn't work half the time and the other half Brita wouldn't supply the fuckin' filters! So, when Brita stopped sponsoring the show, Jilli threw the damned things out and got a Cullegan system. She called and they came out.
When they got there, they put in the filtration system. They provided it and THEN, they wanted to go out and see if they could do something to her swimming pool!
Well, her swimming pool isn't even attached to the house water system. It's designed to be hooked to water reclaimation and it's designed to be a fire prevention system thereby a foaming agent is mixed and through sprinklers, it gets shot over the house so it doesn't catch fire.
These dumb fucks went out and fucked with the system and then said, "Oh, we can't do anything to that, your system is already better than what we provide!"
Well, the fuckers thought they could charge her for doing something to the system when they didn't do a damned thing!
When the bill came in, she put it over to the side and sent it to me. I called and asked her what it was about. She told me she didn't know, so I called the company. They told me the $10,000 bill was for labor installing the water softner and work done to the swimming pool.
I told them the installation was included on the invoice as being covered in the monthly bill and if they touched the God damned swimming pool system, I'd be suing the fuck out of them.
The guy told me, "Oh, we didn't touch the swimming pool!"
That's when I told him I wasn't paying the fuckin' bill and if they THINK they are going to charge me ten grand for the installation of THEIR water softner, they could find it out in the middle of the God damned highway!
For two months, the bills came in for the water softner and that was fine. They were paid. THEN, from out of nowhere, we got told there were announcements she was being sued by the company...and they were slamming her in the blogs for stiffing the company!
Well, to make a long story short, I called Shapiro and told his law firm to start suing the fuck out of Cullegan and not to let up until I owned the God damned company. Suddenly, they wanted to back off! But not before it's out in the press that she's a low life and not paying her bills!
So, needless to say Shapiro has sued them for defamation of character and Jilli now has $300,000 of their money.
So, we've got me posting here without a photo or family photo.
Why? Because that's how fuckin' tight NBC controls Jilli's appearance and publicity....and technically, I'm not supposed to be mentioning she's even my sister anywhere!
That's ok, fuck them. She was my sister before she was their star and that's what I think of that. They're not going to fire her because she would bide her time and then come back with another show which would show her as someone who wasn't their bitch.
After a lot of legal wrangling and after a near walk out....it's been decided Jillian can have her own show.
It's to air in 2010 and it's to be a pilot of 8 shows....more will come if it's deemed a success.
On a personal note, I hate NBC. They control her media unless it suits them...and usually, that is to make her look like a bitch. "Jillian has a blown up on set", "Jillian gets sued by workmen over her house", "Jillian's team loses again"...
Do you get a pattern there? If it's negative, it's put out by NBC. If it's positive, they bury it. Well, let me tell you something, they PAY her to be a bitch. They PAY her to do those blow ups and believe me, if it's not in the script, they don't let it go on the air.
In regards to Jilli's house. Let me say something to everyone out there....I own her house! I pay the fuckin' bills and I DIDN'T pay the Cullegan people because the contract said "For all services rendered"...not that they were going to supply the water purification system and then choose to see if they wanted to hook up shit they didn't have a right even touching.
What AM I ragging on? I'll tell you. Jilli's show was contracted to have Brita water purification systems on her tap. Well, the fuckin' things didn't work half the time and the other half Brita wouldn't supply the fuckin' filters! So, when Brita stopped sponsoring the show, Jilli threw the damned things out and got a Cullegan system. She called and they came out.
When they got there, they put in the filtration system. They provided it and THEN, they wanted to go out and see if they could do something to her swimming pool!
Well, her swimming pool isn't even attached to the house water system. It's designed to be hooked to water reclaimation and it's designed to be a fire prevention system thereby a foaming agent is mixed and through sprinklers, it gets shot over the house so it doesn't catch fire.
These dumb fucks went out and fucked with the system and then said, "Oh, we can't do anything to that, your system is already better than what we provide!"
Well, the fuckers thought they could charge her for doing something to the system when they didn't do a damned thing!
When the bill came in, she put it over to the side and sent it to me. I called and asked her what it was about. She told me she didn't know, so I called the company. They told me the $10,000 bill was for labor installing the water softner and work done to the swimming pool.
I told them the installation was included on the invoice as being covered in the monthly bill and if they touched the God damned swimming pool system, I'd be suing the fuck out of them.
The guy told me, "Oh, we didn't touch the swimming pool!"
That's when I told him I wasn't paying the fuckin' bill and if they THINK they are going to charge me ten grand for the installation of THEIR water softner, they could find it out in the middle of the God damned highway!
For two months, the bills came in for the water softner and that was fine. They were paid. THEN, from out of nowhere, we got told there were announcements she was being sued by the company...and they were slamming her in the blogs for stiffing the company!
Well, to make a long story short, I called Shapiro and told his law firm to start suing the fuck out of Cullegan and not to let up until I owned the God damned company. Suddenly, they wanted to back off! But not before it's out in the press that she's a low life and not paying her bills!
So, needless to say Shapiro has sued them for defamation of character and Jilli now has $300,000 of their money.
So, we've got me posting here without a photo or family photo.
Why? Because that's how fuckin' tight NBC controls Jilli's appearance and publicity....and technically, I'm not supposed to be mentioning she's even my sister anywhere!
That's ok, fuck them. She was my sister before she was their star and that's what I think of that. They're not going to fire her because she would bide her time and then come back with another show which would show her as someone who wasn't their bitch.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Why?
Right now, I'm so fuckin' mad, I can't even BEGIN to tell you on the scale of anger I have in my body where this lays because I'm that God damned pissed. WHATSOMORE, I'm not sure who I'm pissed at, but I'll tell you one thing, when I find out who the motherfucker is, I'm going to personally fire the person and then, I'm going to probably beat the dogfuck out of them.
WHY? Let me tell you.
First of all, I'm woke up out of a sleep which is rare because I sleep so God damned little. Second of all, it's by a brother who I rarely speak to and he's so God damned mad, it takes me a full five minutes until it's ME he's pissed at because I"m ownership in a fuckin' hotel/casino which has decided to make blunders of all blunders and hire someone for talent who had "ARTIST" control!
As soon as he could get it out, he told me he'd decided to come to Vegas for the weekend...at my expense...and decided to see a certain NAMED star. Then, when he gets there, it's nothing but one big long God damned trip through how a hotel can piss off people, hurt their pride and decency, and then just plain old fuck 'em.
As soon as I got that out of him, my phone call was interrupted by my cousin who called and was telling me the same thing! Not only that, but she personally got to see management at it's worst and told me to "GET THERE" because she's got a fuckin' snow leopard baby in her room which has been attacked by a God damned lizard! She saved the snow leopard baby, but she can't guarantee the health of the lizard.
THEN WHILE I'M ON THE PHONE WITH HER WITH MY BROTHER ON HOLD!!!! I get ANOTHER CALL from yet another cousin who is living in Vegas telling me that he's heard shits haywire at the hotel and I'm about to be swarmed with ever lettered state and federal agency known to man!
So, I haul my ass out of bed and the jet hit the air. All the way, I'm doing damage control.
It seems for "ATMOSPHERE" hotel management decided to let the artist have control and do some chaging. Needless to say, it's not the artist who is going to get his ass sued off...it will be me!
So, I land in Vegas and I tell the limo driver from the hotel to run the lights all the way to the hotel and I definitely want the management, senior management, and said star in front of me when I get there.
I walk in and when I do, I went straight to the theater. I get there and it's bedlam. I'll describe the scene, but for me to have to describe this scene tells me it's went on for too fuckin' long and tells me there are SOME PEOPLE who need their head examined.
In our outter bar, in a corner, is our bar maanager corralling three lizards, iguannas, or whatever the fuck they are and one of them has a broken tail. It seems someone....probably my cousin...broke it's tail.
The manager is furious because it's HER JOB to run a bar...not some God damned circus! And not to be operating shit which is just SO WRONG I can't even begin to tell you how fucked up this is!!! Because not only that, someone brings over a scorpion...the big variety and puts it in the midst of all these reptiles! They go apeshit, the scorpion goes apeshit and I get to watch a scorpion get attacked by a lizard which is getting the shit stung out of it!
THIS IS WHEN I'VE LEARNED SOMEONE IN THEIR FUCKIN' WISDOM has placed live scorpions in a bar with lizards, iguanas, and whatever else...as well as baby snow leopards and call it atmosphere!
Now, I don't know who calls that shit atmosphere, but the hotel sure as hell isn't owned by the Stephens....King and Spielberg...and it's not Jurassic Park or yet to be named horror novel.
SO, while I'm trying to get said MANAGEMENT to get me some fuckin' broccoli boxes to put some pissed off lizards, I'm trying to do so without telling them they're fired first!
What's even more insane is on whim, I bring the boys with me and they're making a corral out of chairs in this "Supposed to be nice" lounge in a famous hotel on the strip in Vegas! And my question on top of all the insanity is WHY?
Why am I having to look on side tables and see lizards? Why on another coffee table I see a fuckin scorpion? Why on another I see a dead body of some damned iguana? And why on the side of another table I see an expiration sticker from the side of a case of Lowenbrau? And why in the hell I'm still sane when I should be firing anyone and everyone who allowed this to happen?
What-so-more, when I get Steve Wynn there, he's telling people to get to work and then get home because in his words, "We've got troubles enough without having a bunch of pissed off former employees suing our asses!"
Now personally, that gives me another question on the Why's...Why at three AM on a Monday morning am I having to have a conversation with Steve Wynn's old ass in a hotel/casino over Wild Kingdom possibly getting our asses shut down?!!!
Well needless to say, the phone calls are started. On my lap is a baby snow leopard who is clearly in trauma because it's shivering like it's had it's last little nerve tested and the world is too God damned cruel. It's been attacked by something which it thought was fun and it damned near got killed by it!!! AND adding to injury, it's mama wasn't there to get it out of the deep shit life afforded...at a hotel/casino who hires zoo keepers to see it's not supposed to be "ATMOSPHERE"!
Needless to say, I'm pissed. Needless to say, I'll be lucky if I'm not drug into court because several thousand people are suing the fuck out of this place. And needless to say said star is now on his way to my owner's suite to have his ass jumped lively and royally over this debacle.
Needless to say, Gypsy will probably have a playmate because this little guy needs to know the people who pay to care for it are doing their jobs.
Now things are settled. The wild life is back where they belong. The scorpions are back where they belong...in the trash because rather than injuring myself, I took CO2 canisters from a back bar and froze the sons of bitches! Needless to say, I've told every manager this bullshit will be in their personnel file and...needless to say one said star is going to be told when his engagement ends, there's not going to be one fuckin' offer to continue, nor will there be one afforded in the rest of my lifetime!
What I DO have is I've got each and every patron who attended this show being hunted down so I can bring them back and personally have a conversation with them to see if they will allow me to buy them off and forget what the fuck happened.
Now, about the "performances" this asshole says he performed. Let me explain this to you so you can see exactly what the fucker tried doing to me, the hotel, and for something like $800,000 a God damned night.
When you come in, if you're not bit by a scorpion, iguana, lizard, or snow leopard in the outer bar, you get to go into a theater which for some fuckin' reason has no table cloths...all I can say is it's probably so you can look under the fuckers to see if there's a scorpion.
Then, when the "show" starts, you get a Benihana motherfucker coming out on stage cooking up appetizers. He flips the tidbits and morsels out into the audience and if the snow leopard had been lucky, some woman would've had it on her lap and fed it! But NO! This is Vegas and that shit stays out in the outer bar area!
Our next attraction is panini man. He's juggling paninis and while that's happening, there are panini vendors out in the audience selling paninis!
Then, after panini people, we've got an intermission....why? Because the said star who is paid for two hours and twenty minutes of performance won't go on the stage until he's got thirty seven minutes left because that's exactly what he's got for his act!!!
Now, I'm sorry, but if I pay you for one hundred and sixty minutes. and if I pay you five thousand dollars for every fuckin' minute, I better be told you've thrilled, enthralled, and amused...not pissed off, enraged, and fucked over the people who paid for that performance
Needless to say, I've gotta lot of damage control and I've got Gypsy at my feets wanting to see what's crying on my lap. Thank God the scorpions, lizards, and wild life didn't attack her because I'd probably have PETA down on my ass for the deaths of a lot of little animals!
What I do know from what my brother told me is the audience wasn't full. He said it looked like an ear of corn after a severe drought in there. I imagine word's already gotten out the guy is fucking a lot of people and needs to be strung up by his balls.
What's terrible is this... I know for a fact the hotel constructed a whole new theater just for this motherfucker. I know it was done to the tune of lotsa millions of dollars because we were going to attempt to court him for a permanent engagement!
All I can say is a few phrases come to mind...Like hell...over my dead body...and anyone who suggests it to me in the near and far futures better be at a full run away from me when it's done so because I will probably shell shock them with the explosion which happens. He'll be lucky if he's not still being sued by us for this blunder, because we're still fielding the lawsuits for the two days he's been on the stage!
All I can say is it's Halloween and horror of horrors is I've got this bastard in contract for the next three months....if he gets an act put together which better be damned quick.
WHY? Let me tell you.
First of all, I'm woke up out of a sleep which is rare because I sleep so God damned little. Second of all, it's by a brother who I rarely speak to and he's so God damned mad, it takes me a full five minutes until it's ME he's pissed at because I"m ownership in a fuckin' hotel/casino which has decided to make blunders of all blunders and hire someone for talent who had "ARTIST" control!
As soon as he could get it out, he told me he'd decided to come to Vegas for the weekend...at my expense...and decided to see a certain NAMED star. Then, when he gets there, it's nothing but one big long God damned trip through how a hotel can piss off people, hurt their pride and decency, and then just plain old fuck 'em.
As soon as I got that out of him, my phone call was interrupted by my cousin who called and was telling me the same thing! Not only that, but she personally got to see management at it's worst and told me to "GET THERE" because she's got a fuckin' snow leopard baby in her room which has been attacked by a God damned lizard! She saved the snow leopard baby, but she can't guarantee the health of the lizard.
THEN WHILE I'M ON THE PHONE WITH HER WITH MY BROTHER ON HOLD!!!! I get ANOTHER CALL from yet another cousin who is living in Vegas telling me that he's heard shits haywire at the hotel and I'm about to be swarmed with ever lettered state and federal agency known to man!
So, I haul my ass out of bed and the jet hit the air. All the way, I'm doing damage control.
It seems for "ATMOSPHERE" hotel management decided to let the artist have control and do some chaging. Needless to say, it's not the artist who is going to get his ass sued off...it will be me!
So, I land in Vegas and I tell the limo driver from the hotel to run the lights all the way to the hotel and I definitely want the management, senior management, and said star in front of me when I get there.
I walk in and when I do, I went straight to the theater. I get there and it's bedlam. I'll describe the scene, but for me to have to describe this scene tells me it's went on for too fuckin' long and tells me there are SOME PEOPLE who need their head examined.
In our outter bar, in a corner, is our bar maanager corralling three lizards, iguannas, or whatever the fuck they are and one of them has a broken tail. It seems someone....probably my cousin...broke it's tail.
The manager is furious because it's HER JOB to run a bar...not some God damned circus! And not to be operating shit which is just SO WRONG I can't even begin to tell you how fucked up this is!!! Because not only that, someone brings over a scorpion...the big variety and puts it in the midst of all these reptiles! They go apeshit, the scorpion goes apeshit and I get to watch a scorpion get attacked by a lizard which is getting the shit stung out of it!
THIS IS WHEN I'VE LEARNED SOMEONE IN THEIR FUCKIN' WISDOM has placed live scorpions in a bar with lizards, iguanas, and whatever else...as well as baby snow leopards and call it atmosphere!
Now, I don't know who calls that shit atmosphere, but the hotel sure as hell isn't owned by the Stephens....King and Spielberg...and it's not Jurassic Park or yet to be named horror novel.
SO, while I'm trying to get said MANAGEMENT to get me some fuckin' broccoli boxes to put some pissed off lizards, I'm trying to do so without telling them they're fired first!
What's even more insane is on whim, I bring the boys with me and they're making a corral out of chairs in this "Supposed to be nice" lounge in a famous hotel on the strip in Vegas! And my question on top of all the insanity is WHY?
Why am I having to look on side tables and see lizards? Why on another coffee table I see a fuckin scorpion? Why on another I see a dead body of some damned iguana? And why on the side of another table I see an expiration sticker from the side of a case of Lowenbrau? And why in the hell I'm still sane when I should be firing anyone and everyone who allowed this to happen?
What-so-more, when I get Steve Wynn there, he's telling people to get to work and then get home because in his words, "We've got troubles enough without having a bunch of pissed off former employees suing our asses!"
Now personally, that gives me another question on the Why's...Why at three AM on a Monday morning am I having to have a conversation with Steve Wynn's old ass in a hotel/casino over Wild Kingdom possibly getting our asses shut down?!!!
Well needless to say, the phone calls are started. On my lap is a baby snow leopard who is clearly in trauma because it's shivering like it's had it's last little nerve tested and the world is too God damned cruel. It's been attacked by something which it thought was fun and it damned near got killed by it!!! AND adding to injury, it's mama wasn't there to get it out of the deep shit life afforded...at a hotel/casino who hires zoo keepers to see it's not supposed to be "ATMOSPHERE"!
Needless to say, I'm pissed. Needless to say, I'll be lucky if I'm not drug into court because several thousand people are suing the fuck out of this place. And needless to say said star is now on his way to my owner's suite to have his ass jumped lively and royally over this debacle.
Needless to say, Gypsy will probably have a playmate because this little guy needs to know the people who pay to care for it are doing their jobs.
Now things are settled. The wild life is back where they belong. The scorpions are back where they belong...in the trash because rather than injuring myself, I took CO2 canisters from a back bar and froze the sons of bitches! Needless to say, I've told every manager this bullshit will be in their personnel file and...needless to say one said star is going to be told when his engagement ends, there's not going to be one fuckin' offer to continue, nor will there be one afforded in the rest of my lifetime!
What I DO have is I've got each and every patron who attended this show being hunted down so I can bring them back and personally have a conversation with them to see if they will allow me to buy them off and forget what the fuck happened.
Now, about the "performances" this asshole says he performed. Let me explain this to you so you can see exactly what the fucker tried doing to me, the hotel, and for something like $800,000 a God damned night.
When you come in, if you're not bit by a scorpion, iguana, lizard, or snow leopard in the outer bar, you get to go into a theater which for some fuckin' reason has no table cloths...all I can say is it's probably so you can look under the fuckers to see if there's a scorpion.
Then, when the "show" starts, you get a Benihana motherfucker coming out on stage cooking up appetizers. He flips the tidbits and morsels out into the audience and if the snow leopard had been lucky, some woman would've had it on her lap and fed it! But NO! This is Vegas and that shit stays out in the outer bar area!
Our next attraction is panini man. He's juggling paninis and while that's happening, there are panini vendors out in the audience selling paninis!
Then, after panini people, we've got an intermission....why? Because the said star who is paid for two hours and twenty minutes of performance won't go on the stage until he's got thirty seven minutes left because that's exactly what he's got for his act!!!
Now, I'm sorry, but if I pay you for one hundred and sixty minutes. and if I pay you five thousand dollars for every fuckin' minute, I better be told you've thrilled, enthralled, and amused...not pissed off, enraged, and fucked over the people who paid for that performance
Needless to say, I've gotta lot of damage control and I've got Gypsy at my feets wanting to see what's crying on my lap. Thank God the scorpions, lizards, and wild life didn't attack her because I'd probably have PETA down on my ass for the deaths of a lot of little animals!
What I do know from what my brother told me is the audience wasn't full. He said it looked like an ear of corn after a severe drought in there. I imagine word's already gotten out the guy is fucking a lot of people and needs to be strung up by his balls.
What's terrible is this... I know for a fact the hotel constructed a whole new theater just for this motherfucker. I know it was done to the tune of lotsa millions of dollars because we were going to attempt to court him for a permanent engagement!
All I can say is a few phrases come to mind...Like hell...over my dead body...and anyone who suggests it to me in the near and far futures better be at a full run away from me when it's done so because I will probably shell shock them with the explosion which happens. He'll be lucky if he's not still being sued by us for this blunder, because we're still fielding the lawsuits for the two days he's been on the stage!
All I can say is it's Halloween and horror of horrors is I've got this bastard in contract for the next three months....if he gets an act put together which better be damned quick.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Out Of The Darkness
Hi Everyone,
I mentioned ordering my BadAzz Ford. Well, I failed to mention it arrived. I'll put a photo of the way it arrived and then, you'll see I'm not real cracked up about it. BUT, anyone who knows me knows a vehicle doesn't stay stock long.
What's interesting is this... I've always wanted to get involved in something with the teen suicide prevention thing, but what's stopped me from working the hotline was the fact that I'd probably be insane if I was talking with someone and they did it right then.
Rather than do so, I figure I can make statements with the truck and tell adults and teens alike there is help. It gets something done and it gets a conversation thinking about what people need to think about should it happen in their lives, family, or whatever....and, if they happen to think the scars on my face are from that, then so be it. I'm cool with it.
I mentioned ordering my BadAzz Ford. Well, I failed to mention it arrived. I'll put a photo of the way it arrived and then, you'll see I'm not real cracked up about it. BUT, anyone who knows me knows a vehicle doesn't stay stock long.
As you can see, it's black. The reason I ordered black is because I had an idea I'd go different with the murals.
What I had thought....was I'd have it based upon the Blacknight theme. If you're not familiar with Blacknight, I'll put the photos I've got collected on it and then, you'll see how it will most likely look.
The way things go, my mind changes, expands, and plays with concepts.
With the Blacknight concept, it's not my own. It's not making a STATEMENT. It's not helping others and it's not making it a conversation piece.
The reason I NEED a conversation piece is this...my trucks are show trucks driven daily on the streets. I know they draw crowds and unless I'm making a statement, it's not waking people up to why the murals are there.
What I want to do is call the truck "Out of the Darkness". Now, why would I call it "Out of the Darkness"...you ask? Because "Out of the Darkness" is a teenage suicide prevention organization. And suicide is the highest ranking reason after car accidents for teen deaths here in the United States...and of those deaths, the highest reason given was homosexuality.
The thing I want to do is I want to do the truck so rather than having the Blacknight, you've got a warrior dressed similarly to this:
Rather than do so, I figure I can make statements with the truck and tell adults and teens alike there is help. It gets something done and it gets a conversation thinking about what people need to think about should it happen in their lives, family, or whatever....and, if they happen to think the scars on my face are from that, then so be it. I'm cool with it.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I am hell on a keyboard
I thought I'd let you know the way it goes for me and keyboards.
When I first started writing, I went through eight keyboards in two months. Yes, I type that damned hard when I'm pounding out a story...and yes, it's a throwback of the old manual keyboard I used to have in college...and sue me if you can't remember what a manual keyboard looks like...much less a typewriter.
After that, I got one of those foldable, bendable, spillproof, rubber mat thingys which calls itself an "indestructable" keyboard. It lasted almost three months.
THEN, I got a laser keyboard. It's a real cool thing in concept. You put a fake keyboard down and then, lasers from a head scan it while you are "typing" away on it.
In principle, it's lovely. In principle, I paid damned near seven hundred dollars for the fuckin' thing only to find out the batteries for the laser head are double AA and they stop working every other day. I bought rechargable, and yet, it was such a fuckin' headache, it's now on my permanent computer at the house in South Carolina....the one seen at the head of this blog.
For my laptop, I bought a keyboard made with Microsoft's name on it which is a USB one. It's real nice, but as I said, I'm harder than hell on things.
First of all, Campbell's Tomato Soup. I made some and getting ready to sit and type when trip, spill, splash, it's all over the damned keyboard.
What's cool about this thing is it's "Spill resistent". I go over and take the hose to it at the sink and then use a blow dryer on it and voila, it's good as new.
I continued on with the thing, and let me tell you I sort of cringed when I paid $20 for it at Walmart, but it's outlasted everything else by months...with a plural on that... and I'm happy with it, so if you're considering one, jump on in there and don't be shy.
Here's where I am now. If I took a photo of the keyboard, you'd see a fuckin' mess. I'll tell you the story and then, you'll just cringe when I tell you how it went.
When I write, I have my own little zen circus going on....soft light...soft music...candle light...dog at my feet...the whole repertoire.
What's wrong with that? The dog wanted out. I stood up and unwittingly knocked the fucking glade candle thingy over. Guess where it landed? Needless to say, it's a fuckin' mess.
So far, I've taken a nut picker to it to get the wax off. Then, I've taken the keys off to get the wax off and out from under them. Now the keys are in the dishwasher in a bunch of old socks of mine going through a cycle.
Why? Because the dishwasher doesn't get so hot it melts them, but it does get hot enough it melts the wax off. Rather than having the wax clog the dishwasher, I'm having the socks absorb it...well, that's the concept and yes, I'm aware the socks will be soaked and can't absorb the wax, but let's hope something happens so the wax comes off.
What's cool is this... The hair dryer and the nut picker with a paper towel wrapped around it got everything else done. It's shinier than it was, so let's hope the keys come out ok...and yes, I'm posting this using the laserboard.
So, when you think you've got clumbsiness about you, realize I've got it too.
When I first started writing, I went through eight keyboards in two months. Yes, I type that damned hard when I'm pounding out a story...and yes, it's a throwback of the old manual keyboard I used to have in college...and sue me if you can't remember what a manual keyboard looks like...much less a typewriter.
After that, I got one of those foldable, bendable, spillproof, rubber mat thingys which calls itself an "indestructable" keyboard. It lasted almost three months.
THEN, I got a laser keyboard. It's a real cool thing in concept. You put a fake keyboard down and then, lasers from a head scan it while you are "typing" away on it.
In principle, it's lovely. In principle, I paid damned near seven hundred dollars for the fuckin' thing only to find out the batteries for the laser head are double AA and they stop working every other day. I bought rechargable, and yet, it was such a fuckin' headache, it's now on my permanent computer at the house in South Carolina....the one seen at the head of this blog.
For my laptop, I bought a keyboard made with Microsoft's name on it which is a USB one. It's real nice, but as I said, I'm harder than hell on things.
First of all, Campbell's Tomato Soup. I made some and getting ready to sit and type when trip, spill, splash, it's all over the damned keyboard.
What's cool about this thing is it's "Spill resistent". I go over and take the hose to it at the sink and then use a blow dryer on it and voila, it's good as new.
I continued on with the thing, and let me tell you I sort of cringed when I paid $20 for it at Walmart, but it's outlasted everything else by months...with a plural on that... and I'm happy with it, so if you're considering one, jump on in there and don't be shy.
Here's where I am now. If I took a photo of the keyboard, you'd see a fuckin' mess. I'll tell you the story and then, you'll just cringe when I tell you how it went.
When I write, I have my own little zen circus going on....soft light...soft music...candle light...dog at my feet...the whole repertoire.
What's wrong with that? The dog wanted out. I stood up and unwittingly knocked the fucking glade candle thingy over. Guess where it landed? Needless to say, it's a fuckin' mess.
So far, I've taken a nut picker to it to get the wax off. Then, I've taken the keys off to get the wax off and out from under them. Now the keys are in the dishwasher in a bunch of old socks of mine going through a cycle.
Why? Because the dishwasher doesn't get so hot it melts them, but it does get hot enough it melts the wax off. Rather than having the wax clog the dishwasher, I'm having the socks absorb it...well, that's the concept and yes, I'm aware the socks will be soaked and can't absorb the wax, but let's hope something happens so the wax comes off.
What's cool is this... The hair dryer and the nut picker with a paper towel wrapped around it got everything else done. It's shinier than it was, so let's hope the keys come out ok...and yes, I'm posting this using the laserboard.
So, when you think you've got clumbsiness about you, realize I've got it too.
My Three Nephews
The first thing I should say is I don't feel that fuckin' old to have nephews this age. I am, so I gotta be nice and claim 'em.
The second thing I'll say is there are issues between their dad and I. Of all my family, he doesn't claim me, and we get along like pitbulls. He's a drug crazed alcoholic asshole...in my opinion, and I'm a judgmental fuck...as he puts it in his opinion.
Just the same, I got a call last night telling me the oldest turned 18, so he got thrown out. The others want to leave also, so I got on the phone and told my brother I'd take them.
At first, he wanted to argue, but by the time I'd made calls to get Family Services involved....and yes, it is considered child abuse if your 18 year old high school senior son gets thrown out of his home....
Needless to say, they're coming to live with me and I'm considered the "coolest". Go figure.
By the end of the conversation, they emailed me photos. What's crazy is the last time I saw them, they were 'little shits'.
Bear with me during the transition.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
What A Dumb Ass!!!
Word is being leaked like you wouldn't believe "Big Poppa" on Atlanta Housewives is Lee Najjar.
Officially, I'd like to proclaim that man "Dumbass Of The Decade" for allowing something like this story to be allowed to get put out there. Obviously it's true because there's more than plenty photos on the web of Kimberly and him together.
In case you didn't guess it, I'm hopelessly addicted to the show. I've got my favs and I've got my hates...as I'm sure everyone else does.
What's absolutely crazy is this... The photos are admissable but explained away. When it comes to phone texts...
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Officially, I'd like to proclaim that man "Dumbass Of The Decade" for allowing something like this story to be allowed to get put out there. Obviously it's true because there's more than plenty photos on the web of Kimberly and him together.
In case you didn't guess it, I'm hopelessly addicted to the show. I've got my favs and I've got my hates...as I'm sure everyone else does.
What's absolutely crazy is this... The photos are admissable but explained away. When it comes to phone texts...
that's utterly insane!
Obviously, Lee went to the same school of fucking around my ex did! It's all easily found and it's all right out in the open.
The man deserves to hand over millions to his soon to be ex. If she doesn't file, it's because she's a total dumb fuck worse than he.
By the way, thanks to the blog I got the photo from.
TalkShow with Spike Feresten
Hi Everyone,
Imagine my surprise getting a call tonight from my Mom telling me she was watching a show on the Fox Network called TalkShow with Spike Feresten and it had the concept for the Buckets of Blessings.
What's nice is he actually called it Bucket List in the skit. I just did a Google on it and it's Season 3 Show 10.
Am I upset? Hell no! I do wish they'd let me help publicize it, but ANYthing they do to help publicize one of my stories is fine with me!
Imagine my surprise getting a call tonight from my Mom telling me she was watching a show on the Fox Network called TalkShow with Spike Feresten and it had the concept for the Buckets of Blessings.
What's nice is he actually called it Bucket List in the skit. I just did a Google on it and it's Season 3 Show 10.
Am I upset? Hell no! I do wish they'd let me help publicize it, but ANYthing they do to help publicize one of my stories is fine with me!
Paypal Sucks
Hi,
I just got off the phone with Paypal's so-called customer service. Needless to say, I'm pissed.
What if I were to tell you that I bought a pair of pants from a man on eBay. The pants were supposed to be a size XL. When they arrived, they were a size so fuckin' small my ass couldn't even fit in them!
I emailed the man who I bought them from and he was kind enough to refund them back to me. Notice I say the word REFUND here. It's called a refund when you get your money back...RIGHT??? Not according to Paypal.
With Paypal, if the man sent me my money back, it's called a PAYMENT. Since it's a payment, they want their money from the payment as a transaction fee.
Anyone with half a God damned brain staring at a computer can see it's a refund. I sent the money. It's shown as a transaction where I sent the money. He sent the exact same funds back, so it's all there on the computer.
Well, I called Paypal. I don't like it when someone takes money which doesn't belong to them...no matter the amount. In this case, it's fifty eight fuckin' cents.
It took some doing, but I got through to a live human being. Don't ask me how, but it happened. I'm saying that because they've got a phone system which is rather complex. I hate that shit.
SO, I get this guy on the phone and it's actually someone who sounds American...so I will give them a plus there... Now, I stayed calm. I had a giggle to my voice telling him they erred. I explained the whole damned transaction and he even said he saw the money was sent to the man and he saw it was sent back to me...the same exact amount.
Where he fucked up was he saw it and said "I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I CAN do." Let me repeat that..."CAN DO".
First of all, I worked with a computer system like theirs for far longer than I care to admit. I'll also tell you I know the ability to refund an error in the system is possible. What he should have said is "I'm sorry sir, there's nothing I WILL do."
Now, let me repeat. It's only fifty eight cents. However, it's fifty eight cents they weren't entitled to versus fifty eight cents they were entitled to. Do that a million fuckin' times a day and you've got over half a million dollars tax paid.
Needless to say, my opinion of that stunt got the dude told, "You keep the fuckin' fifty eight cents, but I'm going to blog the hell out of it!" SO, you see it here first and then, you'll see it wherever I can copy and paste my opinion.
It's not often I get on a rag like I've got now. I'm supposed to be relaxed and very Doris Day about shit. Needless to say, my blood pressure is probably through the roof and once again, I'll repeat. Paypal Sucks.
I just got off the phone with Paypal's so-called customer service. Needless to say, I'm pissed.
What if I were to tell you that I bought a pair of pants from a man on eBay. The pants were supposed to be a size XL. When they arrived, they were a size so fuckin' small my ass couldn't even fit in them!
I emailed the man who I bought them from and he was kind enough to refund them back to me. Notice I say the word REFUND here. It's called a refund when you get your money back...RIGHT??? Not according to Paypal.
With Paypal, if the man sent me my money back, it's called a PAYMENT. Since it's a payment, they want their money from the payment as a transaction fee.
Anyone with half a God damned brain staring at a computer can see it's a refund. I sent the money. It's shown as a transaction where I sent the money. He sent the exact same funds back, so it's all there on the computer.
Well, I called Paypal. I don't like it when someone takes money which doesn't belong to them...no matter the amount. In this case, it's fifty eight fuckin' cents.
It took some doing, but I got through to a live human being. Don't ask me how, but it happened. I'm saying that because they've got a phone system which is rather complex. I hate that shit.
SO, I get this guy on the phone and it's actually someone who sounds American...so I will give them a plus there... Now, I stayed calm. I had a giggle to my voice telling him they erred. I explained the whole damned transaction and he even said he saw the money was sent to the man and he saw it was sent back to me...the same exact amount.
Where he fucked up was he saw it and said "I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I CAN do." Let me repeat that..."CAN DO".
First of all, I worked with a computer system like theirs for far longer than I care to admit. I'll also tell you I know the ability to refund an error in the system is possible. What he should have said is "I'm sorry sir, there's nothing I WILL do."
Now, let me repeat. It's only fifty eight cents. However, it's fifty eight cents they weren't entitled to versus fifty eight cents they were entitled to. Do that a million fuckin' times a day and you've got over half a million dollars tax paid.
Needless to say, my opinion of that stunt got the dude told, "You keep the fuckin' fifty eight cents, but I'm going to blog the hell out of it!" SO, you see it here first and then, you'll see it wherever I can copy and paste my opinion.
It's not often I get on a rag like I've got now. I'm supposed to be relaxed and very Doris Day about shit. Needless to say, my blood pressure is probably through the roof and once again, I'll repeat. Paypal Sucks.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Old St. Louis City Hospital
The photos I'm attaching here are of the old St. Louis City Hospital in St. Louis.
The reason I'm posting them is because of this reason. In 1999, shortly after I got out of prison, I moved to the neighborhood where this hospital stood.
I had bought a block of buildings right next to Laffayette Square and rehabbed them. I find it strange because it's one of the few neighborrhood revitalization projects in St. Louis which actually wasn't bogged down with corruption by a city administration.
The reason I'm posting them is because of this reason. In 1999, shortly after I got out of prison, I moved to the neighborhood where this hospital stood.
I had bought a block of buildings right next to Laffayette Square and rehabbed them. I find it strange because it's one of the few neighborrhood revitalization projects in St. Louis which actually wasn't bogged down with corruption by a city administration.
This story isn't about that. It's about this hospital. The old city hospital in St. Louis.
When I first moved there, I didn't know what it was. I saw it and...to me...it looked like a large high school at first glance.
Then, I bought the properties down there and decided to go exploring one day.
Well, I drove over and parked. I walked...and yes, back then, you could walk right into it back then...
So, I walked over and into it.
Behind it was the old Psychiatric hospital. It was really ramshackle, but I went through the first floor and let me say something here and now...if you don't believe in ghosts, you will when you get through with this place!
For example, on the fourth floor of the main hospital, I saw the most amazing light show on the planet. It was nothing but red and white orbs.
For a moment, I thought I was on LSD there were so many, but what's incredible is amongst all the orbs, were presences and feelings I'd never felt fore before. I could feel them all around me and each was telling me their life stories.
As soon as I got through with that experience, I saw a priest. Now, let me backtrack for a second. The priest wasn't alive. He was dead, but what happened was he told me all the wayward spirits were attempting to get HIM to get them to take them to the light and he, having committed suicide there, couldn't do it.
What's uncanny and strange is he seemed shocked I could see him and yet, he seemed shocked because he kept trying to convince me I was St. Thomas! Now, I'll tell you I believe in reincarnation and all that stuff, but for me to be told by a dead suicidal priest I was St. Thomas was another thing.
What's abstolutely crazy is this...we carried on this long conversation with him floating in the landing of this stairwell with me sitting on the steps. The entire time, my mouth didn't move...we spoke by thought. And yet, the entire time I was there carrying on this conversation, NOT ONCE did I think about why the guy floated in that one spot until I got out and THEN, it hit me that fucker had hung himself there and that's why he was floating!
Well, here's what happened. It freaked my shit out! I ran back to my car and got in and the first thing I did was called my Mom and my best friend Mike.
Of course, my Mom believed me and so did Mike. In fact, Mike wanted to come down and see for himself!
Well, to make a long story short, I brought Mike down and the entire time, he was cool about coming until we got there and that's when I found out he wasn't believing I'd actually seen any ghosts and wasn't believing except to go along with me.
THEN, when he got there, I told him. "You watch. Within fifteen minutes, you're going to see ghosts, orbs, and spirits all over this motherfucker."
Well, we walked through it and the first spirit he saw, he liked to have tore out of there. He was running back up the hall and screaming. I stopped him and said, "You dumb fuck! Don't you think if you saw one up that way, they're back this way too???"
Well, that was probably the wrong thing to say because he really about passed out then! But, we went back to the car and sat there. I told him, "Watch. You'll see them all over the place now that you can see them and sure enough, they were all over the place and he was pointing and seeing them everywhere.
We stayed in the car until it got to be too dark and went home, but after that, he took several people there to see them.
Well, to make a long story short, here's what happened. The city sold the land to developers. The developers developed it into condos
Now that I've dazzled you with my abilities to post photos and you've seen how they've managed to tear down all the buildings except for the main hospital structure, I need to ask you one simple question...
If this place was so full of ghosts and they tend to want to stay where they are, where did they go???
AND, at ninety one thousand dollard for a four hundred square foot loft efficiency unit, would you live there with a new baby knowing it could become possessed by a wayward soul???
My thought is this. Right across the street from this was a huge bunch of high rise project buildings they tore down. They gutted them and imploded them, so they are definitely no more. Now, why didn't they do that with the hospital unless there was something in this for some pocket change somewhere???
I'm not suggesting it's full of rife and corruption, but listen to these figures. For the developer to come in do this, they spent three trillion dollars with a trill in front of it...not a bill. That's a helluva lot of money for not that many houses, townhouses, and condos. I'd say someone saw some serious pocket change out of it.
Now, let me give you an example of the way it was for me. I bought an entire block of houses for one hundred and eighty five thousand dollars. Then, I gutted them and rehabbed them and sold them for either one hundred and eighty thousand or two hundred and fifty thousand each.
Let's see, here are those pictures...since I'm posting pretty pictures.
Now, in case you don't recognize the addresses here, let me give you a hint. The address for the book in which the movie was based on for "Meet Me In St. Louis" was these addresses.
No, the house doesn't exist anymore because some dumb fuck built a fire in the middle of the living room of it to stay warm while it was a bombed out tenement and the ensuing fire ravaged it. All I could do was tear it down and expand the yard so it was a part of the house next to it in order to increase it's value.
Just the same, the hospital up above it right up the street from this not seven or eight blocks. And all in all, I made a lot of money turning these things around and putting them out into people's hands who have kept them nice.
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