Monthly Archives: October 2009

Pretty Little Hate Meme

Absconded from Melodramatic Diary of a Cynic. Hate was a little strong for me, so I used “dislike” instead.

1. Most hated disliked food.
Anything with Bell peppers in it. *barf*
Spanish rice is a close second.

2. Most hated disliked person.
Not sure. There are people I have issue with, is that the same thing?

3. Most hated disliked job.
That I’ve had? Working for my father on his plant nursery.

4. Most hated disliked city.
I really haven’t been to a city yet that I haven’t found something I could like in it. Probably the first one I get mugged or bashed in would be it though.

5. Most hated disliked band.
Almost every band in both the “Rap” and the “Religious” sections of music stores.

6. Most hated disliked website.
Oddly enough, my tattoo studio’s. Which I created and maintain. I’m never happy with it.

7. Most hated disliked TV program.
All the tattoo “reality” shows on TV. Drama! They give people an incorrect perception of what it’s like to get a tattoo. And then some of the things they do go against my bloodborne pathogens training, and sometimes common sense!

8. Most hated disliked politician.
All of them that I know of so far! They got to where they are by promising the world and delivering none of it. And why do we still have this system of government?? Oh yeah… sheeple.

9. Most hated disliked artist.
Since #5 was about bands, I’m assuming this means “artist” of the non-musical sort. And I mostly dislike those who produce “conceptual art“.

10. Most hated disliked book.
The Bible, the Qur’an, Mein Kampf, etc. Seriously. Weigh the amount of hate these volumes have inspired versus the amount of good works done over their history.

11. Most hated disliked shop or store.
I want to say Walmart, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. As a business owner myself, I respect many of the early business practices that Mr. Sam followed and created when he started his company. Since his death those have changed, and with that, so has the company.

12. Most hated disliked organization.
Wal-Mart Stores, Inc., or the HRC. I’m not sure which I dislike more now.

13. Most hated disliked historical event.
The creation of organized religions.

14. Most hated disliked sport.
That would imply I watch sports… right? Which I don’t. Unless I’m in a sports bar and there’s some hot daddy on the television at the moment.

15. Most hated disliked technology.
DRM: Worst. Idea. Ever.

16. Most hated disliked annual event.
Pretty much every event Hallmark makes a card for, but mostly Christmas.

17. Most hated disliked daily task.
Sleeping. Maybe because of the fact that I do not sleep well.

18. Most hated disliked comedian.
I have no idea. Most of them are hit and miss, just like everyone else I know.

19. Most hated disliked blog.
My own. Because I have a hard time coming up with things to write about.

20. Most hated disliked song.
Most songs that inspire patriotic fervor, but especially Lee Greenwood’s “Proud To Be An American”. *blech*

Until next time...
Erik

Remembering Griz: You were a great dog.


Griz and the Husbear.

Our oldest dog, Griz, died sometime last night, October 12, 2009.

Griz was laying there when we found him this morning like he was asleep. Which I guess is the way we wish we could all go when it’s our time to begin the next stage of the circle of life.

As of late we could see that Griz was getting on in years. He used to go for walks with the Husbear down our country road. Over time, he wouldn’t walk as far and would wait for the Husbear to come back. Eventually he would just hang out at the end of the driveway and wait for the Husbear.

For the last week or so we knew his time left with us was short. He wouldn’t eat much. He’d just sleep, or lay around and watch us. We’d go sit with him, pet him, and talk with him when we could.

I have to confess that a few nights ago I sat with him and cried for a while because I knew he wouldn’t be with us much longer.

We went to the shelter looking for a puppy on February 02, 2004. There were quite a few puppies to be had, but there was one large adult dog who looked very… sad. I helped talk the Husbear into adopting him. I told him that people would adopt puppies, but no one would probably adopt an adult dog. So we rescued him from the shelter.

We found out during the adoption process that he was scheduled to be put to sleep that week if no one adopted him because he had been there several months already.

The vet thought he was about six years old when we rescued him. That would put Griz around 12 years old or so when he died. We feel proud to have given him both a second chance and hopefully a great life.


Griz wanting his belly rubbed.

Griz,
You were a great dog. You will be missed.
Love,
Your daddies.

Until next time...
Erik

Do What You Want??

Sorry for the plethora of video posts lately. I really don’t have much that seems worthy of blogging as of late. Well, I rarely ever feel like I do actually. But that’s a different topic.

This video is about two years old, but I still like it. It’s from OK Go, the band who did the treadmill video that brought them into the spotlight. I think their music is actually quite good. There are actually two versions of this video. The other version might make you throw up from the camera movement.

I imagine this would be trippy to watch on mind-altering substances.

Sometimes I’d like to be able to blend into the wall.

Until next time...
Erik

“Say my name now, baby…”

This video (and the song) has mesmerized me since the first time I saw it. I was drunk off my non-British arse. All I remember was what happened in the video. Do you know how hard it is to search for a video that contains an event? But I found it, as I’m known to do with my powers of Googledom.

To this day when I hear this beat I still mentally conjure up this video in my head.


“Hear My Name” by Armand Van Helden.

The whole video is great, but my favorite part occurs around the 2:00 mark. Watch it! You’ll thank me. Or possibly curse me. I’m okay with that as well.

Which leads me to this awesome movie quote: “Yes, you must give us all a good spanking. And after the spanking, the oral sex.”

Happy 40th Monty Python!

Until next time...
Erik

Lucky number 7 meme

I’ve been mulling over this one for a while. Five months, actually. I had an extremely difficult time finding seven on a lot of these. Which is why I posted it: it took massive effort on my part.

Taken from John at Rejected Reality.

7 Things That Scare Me
1. Me being naked, anywhere;
2. Seeing PVC pipes on the roof of oncoming vehicles;
3. The thought of my Husbear dying;
4. Heights, and me at them;
5. Me speaking in public;
6. The thought of losing any of my 5 senses;
7. A paper-cut on my tongue.

7 Things I Like
1. Three Olives Root Beer vodka;
2. Hairy chests (Sorry ladies, but just on men!);
3. Beer (hence the title of my blog);
4. Men in kilts;
5. Critiquing porn (redubbing it in a MST3K sort of way);
6. Google;
7. Bagpipe music.

7 Things I Hate
1. Circus clowns;
2. People who use cellphones during movies;
3. Children that are not behaved;
4. People who let their children be not behaved;
5. Cold weather;
6. People who “preach” about love and acceptance, but don’t practice either;
7. The fact that I’m getting hair on the top of my ears.

7 Things In My Room
(By “room”, I mean my home office.)
1. My computer, and all the things required for it to function and a desk for it to be used on;
2. Business paperwork, sharing same said desk that computer sits upon;
3. Books, and the two black shelving units that hold them;
4. An old lounge chair, to read said books in;
5. A weight bench, which the Husbear uses to work out on;
6. A closet, to store holiday stuffs in (a closet is a big deal when you have a 117 year old house that didn’t originally contain any!);
7. A rack of DVDs.

7 Things About Me
1. I’m peculiar about how my towels are folded;
2. I eat food one item at a time and don’t go back and forth between items;
3. I dress to the left;
4. I have body/self-image issues;
5. I’m adopted, and have no idea who my biologicals are;
6. I don’t like being in a crowd;
7. I doubt myself, often.

7 Things To Do Before I Die
1. Learn how to play the banjo;
2. Make sure my Husbear knows I love him;
3. Lose my inhibitions without the assistance of massive quantities of alcohol;
4. Gain my family’s acceptance;
5. Visit somewhere OUTSIDE the continental U.S.;
6. Be in a porn;
7. Validate the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

7 Things I Can Do
1. Bite my toenails;
2. Fix your Windows-based computer;
3. Change the lyrics to any song (in that “Weird Al” fashion);
4. Send text messages like a maniac;
5. Tattoo others, and myself;
6. Build things, around the house;
7. Sound like a Howler monkey.

7 Things I Can’t Do
1. Autofellatio;
2. Walk into any church building without thinking horrible thoughts;
3. Skillfully play *any* musical instrument;
4. Figure out that someone is flirting with me until about an hour after the fact;
5. Carry on a conversation without feeling like an idiot at some point during it;
6. Sleep through the night without having a nightmare;
7. Work for Wal-Mart again!

7 Favorite Movies
1. Dogma;
2. The Fifth Element;
3. The Gods Must Be Crazy;
4. V for Vendetta;
5. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (the BBC 6 part mini-series version);
6. Back to the Future;
7. South Park: Bigger Longer & Uncut.

7 Things I Say The Most
1. “Google for it”;
2. “I love you, honey”;
3. “Umm…”;
4. “Huh?”;
5. “Odyssey Art Studio. This is Erik. How may I help you?”;
6. “Frak!”;
7. “Not now, dear.”

Until next time...
Erik