The Further Adventures of Captain SQL!!!!!!!

Labels: King of the Hill, Music, techwhining

Doing the ugly end of downsizing today, shopping for Med and Dental insurance. Bigass Kumbiyah dinner at my sisters last night. Too disgusting for my meager talents to rant. Acidman is dead and Velociman is on hiatus. So anyone that want to try ranting on libtards can have a swing. Worst of all, I'm on call so soothing martinis will have to wait. Fortunately,
mass quantities of beef are on the way during VD festivities with my girlfriend.

Labels: Babe Magnet, Blogging, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Martinis, techwhining

Shoulda gone with HeBrew Messiah Bold. Erica knows best. Boy, those hippies hate the interwebs.

Labels: Beer, Blogging, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

Life just gets more and more like a Mike Judge production every day. And this posting doesn't even have a dang thing to do with my immediate relatives.

Labels: King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

The Goode Family starts on Comedy Central tomorrow at 10:00 PM. Just in time for football to taper off. This really reduces the need to blog for me. Mike Judge says it all. My opportunity to be a bastard without being a bastard.

Labels: Blogging, Football, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

Nice Christmas Eve and very good day today. Last night was at the girl friend's son's house. Very nice dinner, and got the latest Star Trek movie as a gift, and gave Spyro Gyra DVD as one. Bad news that the local smooth jazz station is changing format, but that's what MP3 players and IPods are for.

More tech assistance today when I visited my sister. Got a lot of her photos copied to her new Apple. Peeps, as you know, we have been screwed since the election of President Obama. But that is no reason not to have fun along the way! My sister wants to apply for an admin job at the local Community College. I read the job description, then advised strongly that her boy friend, he of the FreeCreditReports.Com resemblance apply instead. Then she could rename her son, who's dad was from South Africa to Ubuntu. Then I would never have to worry about another season of The Goode Family. It would be right there for me in real life!

Labels: Babe Magnet, Blogging, dang grammar, Good Movies, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Music, techwhining

The Archie Bunker posting was timely. LittleSis will be here from Chicago next Friday, leading to massive Kumbiya with the other escapees from The Goode Family. Fortunately, Cincinnati owned the Illini in the annual Buy Free Pizza for Cappy Because Your Team Are Losers Trophy. I just declared that the trophy for the Illini/Bearcats series. That way I end up with free pizza.

Spent Thanksgiving very nicely at a large gathering of the girlfriend's in-laws. Didn't know a danged soul. I liked it that way. Got along good with her son in law, watching Detroit get thumped. Then back to dowload hell when my antivirus provider didn't recognize the ID/e-mail address they confirmed to me.

At Martinis tonight a huge, massive drughead from my High School class of many, many years ago showed up and really creeped out the bartender, et. al. I thought the guy would have been institutionalized by now. Instead, he's an attorney.

Next weekend, visiting my daughter in NYC. Preparing the written part of the test for the boy friend. Live fire testing will have to wait for a more firearms friendly environment.

Labels: Babe Magnet, Football, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Martinis

OSU/Michigan game this Saturday, which still means something to me. Busy week. But a good busy. The Goode Family reportedly moving to Comedy Central.

Labels: Football, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

And soon, before I completely loose any spirit. The Browns performance yesterday didn't help. Neither did the presence of deadbeats Kellen Winslow and Braylon Edwards on my fantasy team. Will have dinner Frinite at my sisters here. Sounds like a lot of Kumbiyah. I don't want to do Kumbiyah. She, or her slacker boyfriend, or said boyfriend's mom will let fly with some bullshit. I'm going to park on the street for easy egress. I could waste pixels referring to the usual "learn from scum, third worldies, harass everyone moving east of Warrensville Center, Tofu" trope, but Mike Judge's Goode Family captures it better. Also mourning the end of KOTH.

Then I trapse off to shul Saturday, hoping the greasy ponytailed truther stays the F off the Bimah and Shuts the F up about his stupid theories. If he can't the Rabbi, who is pretty reasonable guy will get a complaint, and I'm out for Yom Kippur. The congregation is pretty good in general, but once in a while Larry from Dharma and Greg stands up and shoots off his friggin' yap.

So there. Rant over. I know. If I don't like it I ought to man up and become frum. Sorry. In general, not looking forward to it.

Happy New Year anyway.

Labels: Football, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

Labels: King of the Hill

Opening drive by Cincinnati in the Rutgers game! They really have something going here. Did go to the Air Show, worth every penny of it. My next car should be an A-10. Also saw Extract. Mike Judge sure is getting quirkier in his dotage. All told, with lunch at McDonalds is $41 the hippies will never see.

Labels: Football, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

From football. Browns in rebuilding mode, and they need basic offense and defense. So all the bigmouth sportstalkers can stuff it. Right now. OSU similar, except they have a great QB but this looks like JoPa's year amd WGAS becuz here come the SEC guys to give us noogies. Hard to get whoopsed up. Countdown to taking daughter to NYC continues with me driviing and the ex navigating. Yeow.

Hey, if they could give Cotton Hill a sendoff in General Patton's dumper, what would it take to get flushed down the commode of the late, great Woody Hayes? Just sayin'.

Labels: Football, King of the Hill, Psychotic Ex

Namely, ABC by putting The Goode Family on Friday at 8:30 PM. That moves my precious drinking adult time this summer about 1 - 1.5 hours later at the MartiniBar. A less fun, more surly crowd arrives then, just full of piss and vinegar to slam the counter and proclaim fealty to The One and to the Democrat Party of Cuyahoga County. That's Cuyahoga, with a hog. In particular, Commissoner Jimmy DiMora. As the hog. Like there's another party to vote for here.

This may make it easier to cope. Not the song. The scene.

Labels: Bitchslapped, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Martinis

Labels: King of the Hill, Music

Mike Judge has done it again. How some of the peeps around here haven't caught on and sued for defamation of character only shows how stupid said peeps are. Last night's Goode Family episode could only mean Judge has been hanging out around here, possibly in the homes of some relatives. Gerald and Helen completely incorporate the trope with which I've become sickeningly familiar in lo these many years of living in BlueLand. Basically, the theme was "we can all learn from this unemployed worthless bum". Also, I am completely morphing into Helen's dad on the show, played by Brian Doyle-Murray. I mean, how many times have I heard the vomitous "we can all learn from murdering terrorists/winos/derelicts/poo-flinging monkeys/pigeons/rats/vegans/lice/Kucinich/inanimate objects"? This one also throws in said bum named Heinrich Mueller, which the Goodes worship also because he's a much more"evolved" Euro-Peon. Go ahead, click the link. Charming.

So how does this impact my drinking? That's the most important question. I like my Martinis dry, with a twist, and the best ones are in the People's Republic. But given the summer responsibilities Martini time starts when The Goode Family signs off. Damn hard to sit through the other barflies incessant whining about a free press after watching Mike's latest masterpiece.

Labels: King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Martinis

One of the great things about being older is that every fail isn't the end of the world. Take this weekend. Please. Thursnite started out nice. Both sisters were over, without even more Goode Family like relatives attached. Middlesis was zonked out from work, littlesis from her trip in from ChiTown. Overall, it was nice. My daughter enjoyed it too. I think. And so it looked like the first post-graduation week was wrapping up nicely. And with a surplus of pizza in the fridge that is still feeding me. Only Friday to get through, so what could go wrong?

Pick up my daughter from a Clinic seminar Friday afternoon. This should have been a nice break from work, and a chance to shmooze with other kids in the program. She was tense, and pouty, so I knew something was up. About halfway home she spills the beans. Spoiler Alert for several cheezy teen movies, and many adults recurring nightmares.

As background, this girl worked her tushy off last year doubling up on courses so she could finish High School a year early, because she wanted a more religious life at a top university. And she toally did that. She accomplished her goal. The school administration for the most part was wonderfully supportive. Actually, they got back to us same day. You won't even get that service when paying bigh $$$$ to private industry, so these top guys at the school deserve a lot of credit, and I give them that recognition.

Only one presented any obstacle to her doing early grauation. One guidance counsellor really seemed to have a bone in her throat about this. If only it was a literal bone in the throat! Anyways, long story short, my daughter accomplishes what she needs at school and the Principal verifies she has the credits. In fact, he ordered her diploma two weeks even before I asked him is she could participate in gruaduation! He deserves a lot of kudos for this!

So graduation was a week ago last Thursday. The Superintendant certified that all participating had met graduation requirements. Everything was above board. And we had a great time and lived happily ever after.

Until yesterday afternoon. The "Guidance Office" called my kid and told her she needed wait for it.... an extra half credit to graduate. I put this in the category of bullshit. This girl's progress for the last year has been totally under the microscope. She gave up being Valedictorian in 2010, and all the ceremonial graduation honors to meet her objective. All the free time she sacrificed could have gone to more activities, or more competitions, or a job, or learning to drive, or just hanging out and being a kid.

So I wonder if this strange audit of her transcript was a going away gift from the Counsellor. This woman will not be a Counsellor next year. She was demoted to proctoring online classes for the kids at one of the districts "alternative" High Schools. Which means she is Vice President of Sitting By The Door. I heard she made a lot of inappropriate remarks to students in the last couple of years and all my kid's teachers seemed to be on to her. I never complained about her because the administration bigshots have been great guys. But this kind of review one week after the diplomas were certified seems strange.

Isn't that the way of the petty tyrant? The misplaced paperwork. The "misunderstanding". The arms crossed "This is our policy. We know it runs counter to the rules. And maybe the law. But what are you going to do? Huh?" attitude Americans have come to know and loathe so much.

And of course they dumped this on my kids on a Friday afternoon, when she couldn't do anything about it but get burned up. It burned me up plenty. Who the fuck goes over already certified diplomas once kids have graduated?

More fail today. Girlfriend was going to see Land of the Lost with me, but has a sick dog. With all the crap yesterday I don't know if I would have been the best company today. So I head out to the other side of town to go to a techie picnic which is on some church grounds. I gets there, and find myself almost crashing some Eastern Orthodox wedding.

Is it Monday yet?

Labels: Babe Magnet, Bitchslapped, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, techwhining

Had the sisters at the house tonight, and delivered the bask t of goodies as a birthday gift. It all went pretty well. I was happy about that. My kid is certainly getting a dose of the real world at work. Good. And it's a pretty good experience at The Clinic. Rolled the ex out of rehab today. Daughter is still with me over weekend but going away for Shabbos. Meanwhile, the girlfriend and I will enjoy Land of the Lost on Saturday. Those bastards at ABC shifted The Goode Family to Frinite without telling me!

Labels: Babe Magnet, King of the Hill

The Goode Family rolls on to an unsuspecting Obamanation tonight. An, I predict, safely over the heads of the targets. These clowns are supposed to be in the Midwest. Their adopted African son is white. His name is Ubuntu. Is Judge following me around, or what? Some relatives may want to consult lawyers for a defamation suit, if they could ever understand they are ground zero of the series.

Labels: full screen editors are for losers, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, single line editors are for men, techwhining

I have been saddened for some time by the imminent demise of KOTH. But I did see promos for a style of animation that seemed familiar, and Mike Judge has come forth again. This time he is breaking it down for those too stupid to pick up when they are being mocked (liberals). He is making it so simple even Joe Biden could get it, maybe. And on MSM, so they don't have to get confused by the multiple cable channels.

Labels: King of the Hill, Kumbiyah

Very busy and chopped up Sunday. Took my daughter here and there, mostly she was shopping Very KOTH midday in Eastlake. A sign at Walgreens advertised propane. Later my sister here called to chew the fat and possibly get together for my birthday. Her son is graudating college. On the way there she will attend an academic conference about food. The only thing she knows about food is eating it. I offered my thoughts about the food of the future to her.

I boldly predict that people will continue to eat food, because FOOD IS GOOD! Really, who needs a conference for that? My guess is that it's a planning phase for the food police. I bet in a couple of years those that think they know better will be yanking the burgers out from our cold, dead hands and rationing Tofu, or some other variety of spackling.

So if you are reading this, be warned. Eat now. Eat eat eat! Eat like there will be no tomorrow, because that may be the case. Get that extra pizza to go. Order that plate of knishes, even tho you've been on the Turnpike all day! And if you're lucky, you will die face down in a trough of Skyline Chili.

Gentlemen, to the Waffle House!

Labels: King of the Hill, Kumbiyah