Archive for January 30th, 2012

Psychic pain.

Oh, how materialistic I am.  This need to possess something I will never ever have, probably won’t even see, much less hold.

Ow.  And no I wasn’t talking about Charlize Theron or Kate Beckinsale or anything like that.  I may be immature, arrogant, and disrespectful of authority but I’m not an animal, for Pete’s sake.  Think of me more like a big dog that talks.

It is a watch that is a thing of beauty.  IWC Portuguese Tourbillon Mystère Squelette

I beseeched Cruel Wife in tones of most urgent need.  “I would like you to say yes, without even thinking about it.  Say yes, that I may have one of these for my very own.”

She replied without even thinking about it.


Nothing quite like a swift emotional/spiritual kick to the nuts.  She has earned her stage name honestly.


I can’t help but say it again.

Obama is a complete and total flake.  He’s dishonest, he’s scheming, he’s not qualified for the job he is in, and he never should have gotten there because he isn’t there legally.  But that’s all sewage-infested water under the bridge.

What we should focus on is that somehow out of 350 MILLION people, we could not come up with five opponents that look like they have the ability to knock him out of office. This is so amazingly bad it is as if you took a spoiled piece of meat and made a confit with rancid grease and stuffed it in pasta made from ground-up FAIL.  It is so mind-numbingly piss-poor of a showing that I clench up all over in disappointment.  There really is not a word that encapsulates what I want to say.  Nothing comes close in order-of-magnitude.

We could have picked names randomly from the pool of individuals that met the age and naturalized American requirements (ahem) and done as good of a job.

We really stand a better than even chance of winding up with this turkey for four more years.  I would have calculated the odds of being struck by lightning at the exact moment that both you and the rabid bull that was goring you were struck by a meteor as being better than Obama showing up on the first day of a second term.

And what happened?  We walked away with a lineup of assclowns that I wouldn’t trust in a valet service to park my rusted out jeep.

Yes I’m disgusted.  More with each passing day.


In case you were wondering, deformable mirrors aren’t just for electrons any more.

You were wondering.  Admit it.

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