Mmmm.... geeky

Here's a sure way to alienate my loyal readership - all three of you. But I'm doing my part to give back to the geek collective. Here's how I figured out snapshot-style backups on OS X. Tune in next week for my usual postings covering topics like bitching about the elderly, documenting my general incompetence, etc.


It pays to be a member

I got my AARP membership card in the mail today. Apparently their membership criteria is now based on how old you act rather than how old you really are.

Now stop wasting time on that electronic doohicky, and fetch me my 'roid pillow.


Fueled by pure hate

Many thanks to Mr. Dearth for introducing me to the car of my dreams. My guess is with an ingenious device such as this, I'd get a thousand miles per gallon. Shit, I could probably fuel the entire eastern seaboard with the anger I generate on my morning commute. So Chris, you say, why don't you just chill the fuck out?

Well, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?


Would you like smoke with that?

On Saturday Betsy, Vicki, Deborah and I tried out one of Savannah's favorite locals' restaurants, Mary's Steakhouse, down on deepest darkest Abercorn. If you enjoy poor service, mediocre food, and stuff floating in your water, have we got the place for you. Oh, and bring your platinum card, because this shit ain't cheap, my friend.


Officials report elderly socialite possessed by devil

BEAUFORT -- Satan wants his tabby stucco. That's according to Beaufort County officials that claim Beelzebub himself possessed a local woman Tuesday evening. Read more >>


I need that Krystal Chik Booty Smack ™

Yet another great moment in marketing. Krystal, that bastion of tiny meatlike burgers, is promoting it's Krystal Chik chickenlike sandwich with a commercial based on ass-smacking. Now I like ass smacking as much as the the next guy, don't get me wrong. But is this really going to sell compressed poultry squares? Mmmmm..... compressed poultry. And ass. Lots of ass.


Zoom Zoom

Yeah, I hate the 'Zoom Zoom' commercials, but belive it or not, the local Mazda dealer came up with a more insipid version, 'Scoot Scoot'. But we didn't let their inept marketing keep Betsy from purchasing a new Protege5. A red one, no less. We managed to beat down the sales guy pretty well on price, but he was pretty decent, even though we kept him at work until 9:30 PM. Betsy insisted on saying Scoot Scoot the remainder of the evening.


Home at last

I sure did miss sunny Hilton Head Island. Let me count the ways.


That's tzight fo' shizzle, my nizzle

Betsy's stepmom Carol got me what every unhip white boy needs - a set of slang flashccards. The thing that really makes them funny is the 50's era illustrations of each word used in a phrase, like two guys in suits smoking pipes, talking about fly-ass bitches and such.


Merry Christmas

It's godawful cold here in the frozen north. Hopefully today I can do nothing but sit on my ass, eat and sleep. Lots of sleep. That is all.




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