Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Kick The Shit Out Of Me, Trinity

So, we meet again. And It's been awhile. As some of you may know, I have been having a wee bit of difficulty with one of my roommates as of late. But blog on I must! Despite the distractions, I have been paying at least some attention to the world at large. And here are some goddamned thoughts about it:

OK, first off, my obligatory rant about how hypocritical Republicans are involves that poor brain dead woman in Florida. The Repubs thought they could make hay out of her tragic situation for political gain. This from the party of small, unobtrusive government? I don't care what that situation is in Florida, the federal gummint needs to not get involved in those things. Leave us the fuck alone, you hypocritical, big-brother assholes!

My nephew BFace has a blog. Well, almost. He hasn't written anything on it yet last thing I checked. He is making his first tentative steps into blogdom. Don't worry, BFace, It will hurt a bit at first and you will bleed for a day or two but it will be worth it! His efforts will take some of the burden of entertaining/enlightening you assholes off my shoulders. Of course his blog might not be entertaining or enlightening. Might just be spectacularly bizarre. Or maybe he will never write anything on it, thus making some minimalist point.

I want the chick named Trinity from the Matrix movies. She could kick the shit out of me any day. I'm used to getting the shit kicked out of me by women. But she would look great while doing it.

I have invited my pal Peg to view this blog (sorry, Peg). One of my favorite memories of her is when I carried her around on my back at Bread And Puppet Theatre. She had been in a very bad motorcycle accident and had a leg encased in scaffolding. A whole group of us started singing "Leg thing, leg thing, please look out for the leg thing!" so people wouldn't bump into it. She's a great person.

I feel guilty but I haven't really followed spring training this year. My little life has been too fucked up lately. But here are my thoughts on steroids in baseball: Let them take the 'roids! If they are dumb enough to want to grow their biceps and shrink their testicles, let them. Just give them only two strikes instead of three.

I've got to join a pistol range again soon. Target shooting is, believe it or not, very peaceful and Zen like. You must close your mind down and still your body. Of course a gravel pit is good too especially if you find a lot of junk to shoot. I invite The Cod God to tell the story of the last time we went shooting together. And BFace, remember the time up in Madbury? Good times.

Well I must be off to continue wallowing in my misfortunes. I will try to update this blog more often. Lucky you.

9 Comments:

At 3:39 AM, Blogger The Cod God said...

spring training sucks

drink more, drink more often

 
At 4:51 AM, Blogger Allyon said...

Ooooh, ooooh, can I go shooting with you? Please, please, PLEASE!!!

 
At 7:58 AM, Blogger LittleDougyPorkSword said...

Trinity has already shit out a couple kids!

 
At 10:43 AM, Blogger B-Face said...

Am I the only one who feels the need to point out the fact that Terry Schiavo's parents brought the case to a federal court, not the other way around? On top of that, the court did nothing. You're reaching here Bobert.
But hey thanks for the great idea...I have been thinking about what (if anything) I should write on my blog, but I think I'll make a minimalist point and just leave it as is. I am an artist.
I just thought about Peg on Sunday as I drove past the place where there was a "Come as Your Favorite Rock'n'Roll Junkie" party about 12 years ago. She was dressed as Sid Vicious, unless I'm thinking of someone else. I didn't alter my daily dress in any way, I just said I was Dee Dee Ramone.
Sox whipped the Yankees yesterday.

 
At 7:51 PM, Blogger jOhnny said...

Anyone want to bet who'll die first... Pope or Terry?

 
At 8:13 PM, Blogger Wheel Gun Bob said...

$5 on Terry

 
At 8:29 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

Bob'll lose this bet. After all, the Pope's getting a feeding tube inserted, not removed.

 
At 8:59 PM, Blogger The Cod God said...

feed him Satan

 
At 10:03 PM, Blogger Wheel Gun Bob said...

BFace: "Am I the only one who feels the need to point out the fact that Terry Schiavo's parents brought the case to a federal court, not the other way around?"

I don't get your point. The federal courts ruled consistantly that the state courts had done their jobs. The Supreme court even refused to hear the case. So why then did the fucking Congress and President get involved?

And will someone tell that fraud Jesse Jackson to fuck off.

 

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