Munah munah

So OH HAPPY DAY the PT Loser GT is finally sold. You know the difference between a PT Loser and a PT Loser GT, right? The Loser GT has a turbo. That means it needs copious quantities of premium fuel fed from it's 2.1 gallon fuel tank, the tires cost four times the GNP of Guatemala, and the motor bay is cramped. A typical PT Loser engine bay looks like five pounds of manure in a 1 pound sack. A PT Loser GT is more like 35 pounds in a 1 pound sack.

But I digress, because by selling this car America wins. I mean that because I suckered, er, sold it to a frenchy Frenchman. You know of France right? It's the only country that lost it's own civil war. They did in fact win one battle, Yorktown. So we owe them one. But we bailed them out at Tripoli, WW I, WWII, and Vietnam. I say enough. They have given society much; Renault (the LeCar, enough said), unshaven smelly women, and a love of Jerry Lewis. Nothing much to brag about. So I sold this idiot that car. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

So for those of you keeping track, two months ago we had two daily drivers. The PT Loser and the beloved but beat Sunfire. They had 100K and 170K miles respectively. After selling and buying, we have a Cavalier with 60K, and a Jeep with 100K, and added over $1000 to the bank account.

Life is awesome!

V, where are you when we need you?

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.


Today is Guy Fawkes day in Brittan, commemorating the attempted destruction of Parliament. Guy Fawkes, along with his conspirators, were executed for the crime.

More significantly for those of us that value freedom, it was the inspiration for the lead character in "V for Vendetta," which was originally a graphic novel against Thatcherism in Brittan, but became more open ended in it's opposition to oppression when made into a movie in 2006.

Now that we are subject to the evil communist plots being forced down our throats in the dead of night by the scum in Washington, we should ask ourselves:

V, where are you?

Remember remember the fifth of November...


This message brought to you from Galt's Gulch, Blythewood branch.

Life is wunnerful...

We just got home from a week in North Carolina. It was real rough. We had to watch the leaves turn color *ALL WEEK* with no responsibilities. I know, you can't imagine how I made it through alive. Well, thanks to copious alcoholic beverages and my innate laziness, I just slid by.

We did go up to Cherokee, NC so we could see how much we still hate tourist traps. That, and to buy some overpriced moccasins for a child that won't remember them. Thus the really bad photo of Poopy Pampers...

Enough already

So it seems that everyone I know is whining about the weather.

For those of you who don't live in my area; it's raining.

Ye gods!!! Break out the ark! It's the coming apocalypse! What are we to do? When does FEMA get here?

Grow up. It's just rain. It will not kill you. It will make stuff grow.

I will say that it is inconvenient that the cheapest day to go to the State Fair will also be the wettest day to go to the Fair. But life just isn't "fair" sometimes.

So the shrimping season will likely be over for me. I will not be able to go out for the next few weekends. Dad does not like to go out in November because he gets too cold. That's really fine, because my freezer has enough shrimp to more than last me through the year, and we got a cooler full on the last trip.

Life is good. It's rainy but the coffee is hot.

You can hate me at any time.

As I type this missive I am enjoying a refreshing home made barley soda on my back porch in the cool afternoon breeze while Princess Poopy Pants sleeps. I have completed and e-mailed my report from this morning. The laundry is on the line. The kitchen is cleaned up. I'm listening to some music by Sixpence None the Richer, my current guilty pleasure.

I can't decide on whether to work on some writing or to read for a while.

Why in the world would people want to live in the city when they can live like this?

Prayers going out to Marty and his family right now for his mother Sarah.

New and improved, the same old same old.

So, hopefully you have started using my liquid laundry soap. If not, you are no true loyal minion!!!

I have however upgraded.

New version:

1 bar Fels Naptha Soap grated
1 cup washing soda
1 cup Borax

Put it all in the food processor and hit kill. It makes a fine powder. Use about a tablespoon or two per washer load.

But wait, there's more!

It also is excellent for cleaning the tub or toilet. It cleans a kitchen sink and stove like you would never believe. It's CHEEEEEEP and we all know that I love cheap. Try it. That's an order.

And here is a picture of Princess Poopy Pants wearing my hat and socks with a mouth full for your enjoyment.

Epic

So, while leaving Satan-Center (Wal-Mart) with a massive quantity of stuff, I glanced over at the Missing Children board.

You may be thinking, "what a kind and compassionate man Brian is. Always studying children's faces to help in the national watch for missing children."

No. I'm looking to see how horrible the pictures are, thinking this is the best photo you have of your missing child? Yes, I'm callous and cold.

This time however, I noticed something that caught my eye. One child's photo was a mug shot.

A mug shot.

In case you missed that, a mug shot.

Here's a radical notion: if the best photo you have of your missing child is his mug shot, your child is not missing. He is a fugitive from justice. Time to face reality.

I'm just saying.