Like a Train Wreck

Nothing has changed. Really.

Same as the old bus.

Or close, anyway.

(D)VD Outbreak in Iraq.

Put me in mind of this:

(D)VD Outbreak in Iraq.

Put me in mind of this:

Poulsen Hybrid car conversion kit

My cheap-ass self wants to do this, why? Because it's so jerry rigged. Look at that. How awesomely DIY.

Plus, when the bottom drops out of the gas market, I can take it off.

You know what's really cool? Windows98 Plus! themes work on vista. Sounds and all. I had a old 980 meg harddrive in my old blogging PC, and when I backed it up to my new laptop, I found the Plus! directory. I have all of the entertainment pack games on here too. It was all I could do to not play Ski Free all day today. Thank God for the meds.

I've got massive amounts of paperwork to do tomorrow, and today was one crisis after another, so this is all you get. I'm going to play Dr BlackJack.

Posting from the warm confines of maddmom's computer. Haven't been here in a while. Feels funny. I've also logged in to Blogger for the first time in what feels like a year. I usually post via e-mail, because I like typing in Thunderbird or Outlook better than in this editor, I don't know why. Anyway, there's all sorts of cool new things they've dropped into Blogger, maybe I'll try some out.

It's election day here in Indiana and I celebrated by working and never leaving the basement. The weather has been beautiful, but I'm catching up from my enforced absence and can't go outside. I also haven't done any working out, I just came back from the beach and all the guys that were my age were fat and out of shape, so I win. I can now get fat and out of shape and not feel bad.

Right.

But I'll put it off until my back starts to hurt and I have to work it out.

That's how maddad rolls.

The McMahonsion is looking pretty good, my lawn is coming back, the garden looks OK and the lilac is in bloom. So the place smells like a French whorehouse outside and a French toilet inside. Skippy and the Beast have decided not to aim any more. It's kind of yucky.

Spring is full on us, maddmom had a birthday and everything looks great, I'll have to get some pictures up. School will be out in a couple of weeks and I'll have to start travelling for work again. It's funny that the boss starts yammering about wanting people to make an effort to be in the office only when gas hits an all-time high. The way I see it, if I don't drive, your gas is cheaper.

If you can't tell, I really have nothing to say, and very little time to say it. I think I'll be changing this place around a little to reflect that. Back to the old one-line post with hyperlink? Maybe. Who knows.

The Prince has fallen in love with VH1 Classic. That's OK on Metal night, but for some sick reason he likes Billy Joel, which is a great dissapointment to me, I never thought I'd have a gay son. Comes from his mother's family, that does.

And what the hell?

True? Doesn't matter.

When I worked in Camden, NJ the mayor was found to be "living in sin" with a fourteen year old girl. When it was in the newspaper I remember telling my boss that there as no way "our guy" would get elected now. His reply? "This is Camden, it won't hurt him."

And it didn't.

I got a new job soon after.

Welcome to Camden, dear readers, Welcome to Camden.

I'm off to do the jobs that Mexicans won't do. See you in May.