Wichi Dude

TRANSCENDMENTAL MEDIATION

or the zen of lawnmower maintenance.

RETURN TO FREAK #2

KK.  I mentioned I would come back to Freak #2.  Well, here I is.

SOME FUNKY HAPPENINGS

And some not so funky happenings...no specific order.

"UMMMM, HUN..."

Not a good thing to have to say early in the morning.

SPEAKING OF LAWNS....

It looks like the title of "Freak" is being challenged by the "other neighbors" across the street (I call them the Klampits...mostly after Jethro *if ya gotta ask...you're TOO young*).

WHAT I MEANT WAS...

Sometimes it is difficult to remove a foot.

AND "GOTTA" CONTINUES

Since posting the "GOTTA" bit last time, I hadn't realized it would be a continuing saga.

SOMETIMES, I JUST GOTTA

Only because ya can't make up stuff like this.

NEW CROWNS AND IDIOT DRIVERS

Now that my vacation is over, my new crowns came in.  Figures.  So I got an appointment the next day to have them put in.  Not bad.  But, I think the lab that made them screwed them up and had to remake them.  So the dentist was trying to make things right.

Did a good job at it.

Driving home though, made me wish he used something a bit stronger than nitros.  I had two drivers make me WISH I was on better drugs.  Or at least drugs.  That way I could just ignore what they did, and believe "I" was the one with issues.

SOME DRIVERS...

are not meant to be on the road.  During a normally peaceful weekend I watched as several drivers made me wish I wasn't on the roads.  (This is a little long, sorry.)

FISCAL FUROR

In this day and age, with the availability of "direct deposit", I feel it is ridiculous not to utilize this benefit.

Case in point...

ANYONE WANT A FOOL?

I know I've complained about this guy at work before.  He has a tendency to run out of parts and wait to tell anyone until we have all built up our remaining parts to finish a code.

If not, I'll save that story till another time.

Anyway...

LUCKY THE COPS GOT THERE FIRST

Read in the paper the other day about an idiot, and Big Dog Motorcycles in Wichita, Ks.

I LOVE BUMPER STICKERS

I was stuck behind a car the other day. Barely paused at a stop sign. Changed lanes with no signal. WAY over the speed limit.

The car had cut in front of me at a 4 way stop. It had been my turn until they occupied the space I was going to use. Fortunately, I saw the car first. I'm not willing to risk my truck, or life, for a spot on the road.

So I let them have their way.

I STILL SCRATCH MY HEAD

I see stuff from time to time that makes me scratch my head at the folly of people.

Point in case...

RUSH RUSHED AGAIN

You would think with all the talk about diversity, some people would get the hint.

Now, I'm not talking about going out of your way to hire a certain percentage of various ethnic groups. I am talking about basic human, common courtesy. To throw a persons race into their face on national television is uncalled for. True, he was exercising his right to free speech, but there are lines one should not cross. If for no other reason, than courtesy. It had not relevance in the subject matter.

But, we are talking about Rush Limbaugh . Known for a big mouth and a bigger opinion.

Maybe it was poor timing and verbiage on Rush's part, but I don't think so.

It reminds me of another story...

PET PEEVES- A THOUGHT

Over at Buffy's , she has a bit about "pet peeves". Though a lot of things "Frost My Cookies", I'll save those for another time.

What got my attention was her comment about people interrupting. How other members of her family will talk right over you.

In my family (on the coast), this is also true. We throw in the added confusion of constantly changing the subject and then coming back to it later. To the uninitiated, this is not just weird, but CONFUSING as all get out. It is verbal double dutch jump rope. If you don't get a word in edgewise, at the right time, you have to wait for the conversation to come back to that subject. Otherwise the ropes get tangled up around your feet and you are left behind like a wounded animal; the pack keeps moving.

One of the last times I was home and a group of us got together, the games began. After a while they finally noticed I hadn't said anything, at all, for a long time.

The slings and arrows came out. Villainous creatures they were. They could smell the kill. The weak member of the herd lagging behind. Then the comment I was waiting for.

"You're so quite, don't you have anything to say?"

I couldn't resist.

"Sorry, but there isn't enough oxygen in the room for another voice to use."

THE CROWD WENT WILD! And the party really started then.

STUPID WEATHERMAN TRICKS

I think someone failed to inform this person that "Stupid People Tricks" are out.

I was watching the news on the hurricane hitting North Carolina. A reporter was on location talking about the wind and the way it was affecting the waves. How most of the area was evacuated, except for a couple hundred die hard locals that were waiting the whole thing out.

He commented on how the wind was blowing anything not nailed down around and that it was whipping the water to the point that the waves were breaking twice before hitting land. During the whole telecast, he was about 50 yards from a sea wall standing between him and the ocean.

Now, maybe he didn't get the memo. But, there is a reason the area was evacuated. There is also a reason for a sea wall in that area. Yet, there he was, at the most dangerous spot, giving a LIVE update on how deadly they expect the storm to be. He had to hold onto a part of a structure to keep from getting blown over during the braodcast.

This guy was either paid VERY well, or is/was VERY stupid. David Letterman needs to book this idiot on the show, if he survives.

PHONE RESEARCH SURVEY

I received a phone call for a national research survey, by phone. (Guess the no-call list doesn't apply to them.) They wanted to know our views on cigarette smoking on TV, movies, advertisements and all other forms of media. "Do we think there is too much, not enough, or the right amount shown?"

Now, I have nothing against smokers. But asking a question like that in this day and age is like asking, "Do I think the child molesting priests are being given a fair shake and proper representation in the media and communities?"

COME ON!!

They also asked if there were any "young adults" from the age of 16 through 24 in the household. They would like their first names and ages because their computer may select one for a paid interview to be used in the research. Once the computer spits out a name they will call back and request that person by name.

"You want the names and ages of our kids so you can call THEM back and interview them without consent even if they are under 18?" Payed or not--"DROP DEAD!"

I do not give out the names or ages of ANYBODY in this household. Not even the hamster's, much less a child regardless of age.

The conversation ended at that note. Unbelievably, the young lady doing this thankless job sounded disappointed by my reaction. Have we gotten to the point where giving out sensitive information SHOULD be concidered OK, and commonplace?

Guess that's why I don't mind taking the phone calls, I like screwing with these people, it's fun for me anyway. Guess I like to troll in person.

WEIGHTS AND MEASURES

Not that I don't have enough to do, actually Dudette brought this to my attention. I may need the help of a physicist for this one.

On a bottle of water, the label says, "1 LITER (1.05 QT)". OK, got that?

On the servings information label, it says "Serv. size 8 fl oz (240 ml) Servings per container, 4"

Physicist time. 4 X 8 = 32 oz. (or 1 QT, NOT 1.05 QT) What happened to the ".05 QT"?
The same. 4 X 240 ml = 960 ml. (or < 1 Liter) What happened to the remaining 40 ml?

New math? Spacial displacement? Cosmic rays? Bad dilithium crystals in the transporter? - Fix 'em Scotty

Maybe I need Don or Floyd or Mike to help me out with this one? Any other PHYSICIST in the house want to take a stab at it? I'm at a loss and I DID pass Clac. II.

MY NEIGHBOR

My neighbor. This is the guy I talked about who spent close to half an hour telling me about a screen door before getting around to asking me if I would watch his house while he ws on vacation. He was at it again last night. 11:00pm Dudette and I were enjoying the night air and we heard this noise. Overcast and, of course dark, we were hard pressed to see what it was. When we figured it out, we couldn't believe our eyes.

He was outside watering his leaves. Not the ground around his trees, but the leaves. High up in the tree. Power nozzle on the hose and firing 30 feet up, watering the leaves.

This guy has WAY too much time on his hands.

Oh my.

NASA'S GONNA SUE

cause they think they have a monopoly on "rocket scientists".

Wrong.

We have a crew of "short bus scientists" at work.