Where's the Chics?

He's a So and So

I've thought of all kinds of "sayings of exaggeration" that go along with the whole election crap.

Like "McCain eats babies" or "Obama is a has terrorists in his pocket" or "three head monster" or "he's into bestiality" or "whatever"

One thing that we will know for sure is there will be a winner and a loser. And to those who lose, don't feel too bad, you can always say "I told you so."


Add more if you like.

Time Change

So is anybody over this time change bullshit yet? I am. Not so much now, because we get a hour, everything is more relaxed, but when it comes time to pay back that hour... look out! The fact that we put ourselves through this, twice a year, is beyond me. Election doom and gloom aside, we should have a moratorium on daylight savings time, for at least 50 years...

Of course that's just my opinion.

Can I Breathe Yet?

My God, can or will life get back to normal in just 24 hours? It makes you wonder. I know political lines run deep and racism runs even deeper. I really just want whoever to just win and be done with it. No matter who wins there's going to be investigations and the comedy people will have a field day too.

I heard on the radio that there is still somewhere around 6-8% of undecided voters, I just can't believe that. I think those are called "non-voters". Seriously, if a person hasn't made up their mind by now... who the fuck cares? I hate to put it that bluntly, but really, REALLY? And they say it will be these people that decide our fate. Aye, yie.

So I guess we get what we deserve. A person who flip-flops, who lies, who takes money from untrusted people/corporations, just like always. I might move to Canada, or someplace else, why not?

No president has ever really affected or changed my life. Even when I was in the Army. I don't think any president is going to change my future either. It would be nice, if they changed it for the better, but I am not holding my breath.

What Do You Do?

I am, for the most part... normal. I realize that may strike some people as odd, but it's true. I was perusing YouTube when my daughter told me about Weezer's Pork and Beans. I've included here for your viewing pleasure.



So what I get from this is that in fact we all have some little quirks about us. Mine is the whole blogging bug I've got. Maybe. I used to be a R/C cars kind of guy. As in 2 or 3,ooo dollars worth of R/C cars kind of guy. There was a track up in Easley, SC. I rented a storage unit and had all my stuff there. It was only race quality stuff, which is expensive and only works on the race track.

So anyway, that's my pork and beans I guess. I still have all of that stuff, but nowhere and no time to deal with that, not to mention no money either. Now I search for a new pork and beans kinda thing, which is code for hobby. I think...

Halloween... In Pictures

I thought about it, and really the best way is with pictures instead of words. It was a beautiful, yet nippy night, and fun was had by all. It's not the whole story, but enough to be put on here.

Yeah...

I admit it. I did it. Am I sorry? Yeah, pretty much. I went on the local paper's website and posted, even though I swore off that place. It was because I thought there wouldn't be anymore BT. It was (in my mind) the last chance to get a message to a group of people that I might not otherwise reach.

There are quite a few people that could produce a pretty good blog. But alas, nobody asked me how, so now all I've got is a bit of regret. I was trying, still (though I know it's of no use) to eek out some form of journalism from the paper. Or at least let them know, that someone was watching. But you can't change the unchangeable. I give up on them, I still don't know why I even tried.

Maybe you found yourself on the sidelines, wondering "can I make a blog". The answer is yes. Will it have as many readers as say BT? No, at least not at first. But it will be yours, for whatever that's worth.