thank you Xanga, but I gotta go...I'm gonna try these guys next and see if their site fits me more gooder

so far, this year, I came close to clowning someone twice, due to mostly that whack-a-mole situation, where peeps gotta drift out slowly into traffic in order to see beyond the snowbanks that block there "normal" view. the trailer park is just as dangerous. if you're not at a slow creep, anyone can back into your way without knowing you're there. it's good to live on the back side of the trailer park where there isn't as much heavy traffic...

nothing much new at the stalag, other than more rumors of dissolving second shift and heading straight back into 2-12 hour shifts [FOCK! FOCK! FOCK!]. here's hopin' this rumor is false *crosses all fingers and toes*

through a rack of ribs in the crock pot this morning, so it can cook while I power-nap. I know. ribs are for grillin', but figured I'd try something easy (it's a slacker thang)

I had a good pyramid of beer bottle empties goin' on in the corner of the kitchen. must be Brian (room mate/dork face) didn't dig that, 'cause I don't see them there anymore. he must of turnt 'em all in. I don't know whether to be mad or thank him? maybe I'll simply be indifferent, and carry on, as if nothing happened.

we worked clean thru last weekend. here's hopin' we have at least a one day weekend coming up *more crossing of the fingers and the toeses*

whilst blowing the neighbor ladies driveway today, I noticed a good sized key mark on my car (my car, being "stored" under 3 ft of snow in her driveway, with only the driveway side of the car exposed). it's in the shape of a '5' or an 's'. luckily, it's scratched onto the quarter panel that's easily removed (to maintain and replace the car battery). I jump to conclusions, due to not having anything else on my mind. the neighbor lady is Brian's (room mate/OCD spazz) mom. Brian's mom has had a room mate named Steve who was dying of cancer for awhile. Brian tells me he's over there often trying to get rid of the guy, saying he's taking advantage of his mom (rent free, food, etc). he (Steve), while being on his last leg, prob'ly thought my car was Brian's and wanted to leave a reminder before he died, about how much of an ass he's been. he died about a week ago. I guess I got a dead guys signature on my car. maybe I'll leave it there for Brian to see. maybe he won't be so damn mean to the dying. just my two cents. of course, this is all speculation. there's no askin' the dead guy if, in fact, he did it, so I can make up what ever story I want .

alright, that was pretty quick and painless...yup, doing my own taxes online. only the Federal this time. the last 3 (or so) years, I'd end up paying $25-$35 to do the State form, and only get a dollar refund. they can have my dollar this year. this is prob'ly the first year I hadn't agonized over something within the process. it was simple and quick. nothing itemized, nothing changed (job, marriage status, change of address, etc.).

otherwise, the extended weekend was full of beerses, superbowl, and fajitas. Brian (room mate/fish monger) decided on fajitas as he was on call from work and didn't want to abandon the grill, if, in fact, he did get that call (smart!). also a good amount of time watching the Dubai classic and the Waste Management Phoenix open (PGA). also, my Borderlands2 addiction keeps me bangin' away at that cool game for hours on end. it gets cooler as ya go!

today's agenda: SLACK, power-nap, and maybe get my hair-cut!

we got a new guy, as we often do, that has no way to get to work, so while training him, he sneaks in one of those "dude, you think you can give me a ride home...just for tonight?". that's all I need to hear anymore to be taken on a roller coaster ride. on the way home, he asks if I could take him home EVERY night (predictable). I tell him I only require a $5/week. he gives me that same lame thing I hear most every time; "that's ALL?! I'll give ya $20/wk!" (predictable) along with not bothering to make an attempt to pay anything (predictable). just like those in the past. this one lives right on the way home, so I tell him I'll give him a ride home, but that's it. and $5/wk is more than enough...the next day, he asks for a ride into work (god dammit!). I give him one of those looks and say "ah, here it comes", but only that day. he promises. saying he'll buy me lunch. I didn't eat lunch that day, thinking he'd fulfill his promise. wrong. "instead of getting something to eat, drop me off at the mortgage building. I gotta make a payment". god dammit! so we do. he said we should stop off to the bar on the way home. by this time, every answer is "no". long story short, he asks me many times for my phone number, of which I didn't give him, knowing, like those in the past, he'll call and beg and not pay. all, so I can pick him up and drop him off on a whim. "no". last night, he runs out of work hollering at me that his house burnt down to the ground and he won't need a ride home...I drive right past there on the way home, so I stop in and see. no police tape, no smoke damage, lights are on, house is fine [?!]. what's this guy up to? tonight, I'm gonna tell him to get his own ride. it's been a whole week (of me doing extra things for him) and haven't seen a penny. I'm sure he'll beg and plea and even maybe reach for his wallet, and get mad when I insist he get another ride (predictable). just like the rest. maybe I'll get a bumper sticker that says "no riders". if it were a friend, it'd be a different story, but I've only known this guy a week...and he's all ready used me as that door mat of a gopher. just like the others.

the old snow blower is earnin' it's price tag this winter! jeez! the snow gods took a good dump these past couple 3 days (I could've worded that better). I called in (stalag) yesterday, letting my boss know that I'd be late after hearing from a neighbor that there were a gob o' cars stuck just down the only road to get out of this wood-panel submarine park (I mention I'd be late, but had no intention of going anywhere all day). she (da boss) texts me back saying don't bother coming in. she cancelled today for our line (shweet!!). I quickly relayed the text to work bud Mark, who in turn thanked me, for not having to brave the elements just to find that info out. Brian (room mate/gangsta wannabe) got called into his job at 4:30am. once back home, he tells me the whole story about all slide offs, including him. he had to walk a long way to get help. he said there was a tow truck that offered to pull him out for $150 (damn!), but he had someone (who was also in the ditch) help him rock it out, in turn, helping that guy rock his out. the main drag that hooks to the trailer park is often the last road to get plowed, being that road is on the dividing line between two counties (my guess is one county says "that's yours to plow", the other says "nu-uh). I remember some winter's back, I tried to brave it thru. never again. once on, you had to run and gun, and if you stopped, even on the road itself, you were stuck. it's that bad! I did nothing but snow blow driveways and watch a bit of golf. I didn't have any beer in the house, but I drank two days worth the night before, so it all evens out (what?)

anyway, I'm going to venture out today and see how far I can get towards getting my hair cut and grabbing some groceries. wish me luck!

who am I kiddin'? he (Brian: room mate/snow boarder)'s got me completely trained to clean the wood-panel submarine whilst he's on vacation. he even makes a suggestion (ala Facebook) that I clean the house. nice. once again, does he own the place? he sure acts like it. oh well. cleaning is therapeutic anyway, so why not?

I make a big vat of stew in the crock pot. now I'll eat it 'til I'm completely sick of stew. it happens every time I crock pot something...

another cold snap on the way. I'll, once again, be able to ice skate in my toilet. *can't wait*

during one of my drunkenings before Criss miss, I apparently figured I needed another guitar to collect dust, so I bought me a fretless bass kit. yup, it came in a box full of pieces. that box sat in the corner of my room until this past weekend, when I had enough time (unt beerses) to build it. for as cheap (price wise) as it was, it doesn't appear to be cheap (quality wise), other than the strings. it's a cool guitar. it was fun to assemble! now if I'd only pick it up and play the damn thing, it'd be worth having around *fart*

gotta get ready for der stalag...

so, I'm usually squinting my ears at the volume (below 4) whilst watching TV after work, so as not to wake the room mate. he's gone to new mexico for the week, so I can actually watch and hear my goofy shows. day 1: the feeling of leaving my socks on the living room floor and my dinner plate on the counter is blissful. he's such an OCD cleaner, that he'll clean after me, or let me know that I've done wrong (in some subversive manipulative way). I'm sure the place will be trashed for the entire week, only to be cleaned the day before he gets back...I don't realize how completely OCD whipped this guy's got me 'til he's gone *heh!*

online banking shows today's bills include that mondo gigantor car note is due. always good to get that out of the way. it won't be long here, and it'll be going from a 5 digit balance to 4 (shweet!)

looks like we work today and have a real weekend off[?!]. although, next Monday is considered a holiday (MLK day), we gots to work it. that's ok (time and a half holiday pay plus straight time). we still get a two day weekend!! awesome!

I'm not one to buy a whole lot of munchies, but picked me up the best combo ever the last time I shopped. a big bag of Tostito Fajita flavored scoops (corn chips) and a jar of Tostito's 'zesty taco flavored' dip. MMMMMMMMMMMS!! it's a flavor explosion that compliments any style of beer!

hungry for making an omelet of some sort. I'll raid the coolerator to see if there's enough ingredients to make one...
[moments later, after looking in the coolerator] nope. eggs, beer and ketchup won't do. maybe some mini-wheats instead. rocket!

yet another good example of how backwards the stalag is...we work a solid weekend, while all the good NFL playoff games are goin' on, just to be turned away on both Monday AND Tuesday. I'm only half complainin' though, because any time off is good time off.

yesterday, having said time off, I was able to unbury my shrimpy bat mobile, hook a charger to the batt'ry, and take it out for a spin, hitting the car wash (unt beerses store) on the way home. man, that car's fun to drive! once home, I play a ton of hours of 'Borderlands 2' (awesome free download of the month!).

today, I hit the tire store to get those stuck stem caps off. they unstuck the old, replaced all the old caps with chrome caps, filled the tires mit air, all for free! I dig Discount tire! they're da shite! I've been a fan of theirs forever...

I think a good power-nap is in order, just because. then maybe hit me some Long John Silvers for supper (fish just sounds really good right now).

good gawd! does he know I work today? he starts the dryer at 20 after 7 am...the dryer, being new, usually is very quiet. he's gotta be polishing rocks. the washer and dryer are located directly next to my bedroom door, of which I can't close all the way, because Squabber would then be pawing at it to try and get in, so I'll try and fall back asleep to the mesmerizing clank sounds of igneous [...]

and as I'm typing, the machine quits. ok. back to sleep. but first a quick note (since I'm already awake, and typing) about the Kid (and his boyfriend)'s visit. I take a day off from work so we can hang (their visiting town 'til Sunday). it was nice to see 'em both again! we pretty much did what we do best when he's in town. get something to eat, catch up on what's what, visit Best Buy, rent a movie (Elysium. excellent flick!). it's always good to catch up with the Kid! they arrived here just before that blizzardy crap hit, and now it's been raining for the past couple days. weird weather. oh yeah...sleep. I'll type more about this laters.

last weekend brings lots of football playoff games, and lots of beerses to boot. Monday brings even colder weather (sub zero range) and blizzardy conditions which last all the way into Tuesday night. it looks as if the worst has past. they really got bombed just south of here, but it was still patches of white out conditions that scare the shit out of the most confident of driver whilst getting back and forth to work. it's been a long time since we've seen the likes of that kind of squall. the weather guy says it'll be back into the double digits, reaching as high as 40F within a couple 3 days. my snow blower got a damn work out!

holy frigid snap! the Mitten has turnt into Minny-soda these past couple days. frickin' colllllld (of course, cold isn't a new concept to winter time, but we're talkin' sub zero shite)...and it's supposed to get worse come Sunday unt Monday. oh well, spring is right around the corner (I'll keep reminding myself, 'til the end of March).

Thursday, we're told (stalag) that we'll have to work this weekend, then the very next day, we're told weekend work's been cancelled, then on top of that we get to leave a couple hours early. I like having the weekend off, but I wish they'd make up their damn mind (same old backwards ass place, so nothing new there).

Friday's work consisted of me and a couple 3 others heading off to the werehouse (yup, where the werewolves live) to sort for bad parts. we were pretty much thrown over there with amazingly vague instructions, so of course, we started off on the wrong foot, then slowly got our shit together (maybe?). we'd rework 6 boxes of parts, taking all of about 10 minutes, then sit around for a good 45 minutes waiting for the hi-lo to pick that up, and replace it with more rework, so all in all we prob'ly did about an actual 1/2 hours worth of work within the 6 hours we were there, making for a long day.

online banking sets me up for this weeks line up of bills (this is the week I get hit the hardest, bill wise). these past 2 checks have been minimal, being we hadn't worked much over the holidays, but compensated for thru savings from them weeks that we done worked a billion hours, so all is good!

the Kid comes to town today...I gotta find some time off to visit. I'll have to get with him and find out what day's be bestest.

holy crappage! it's been forever since I've been able to watch HBO, cinemax, encore, stars, and the like. some of these channels have upped their late night 'mature audience only' rating to XXX. wow! again, not complainin', it's just an observation...

otherwise, nothin' new. I gotta do some shopping today, being my fridge looks completely empty (sans some ketchup unt beerses).

day 2 of the new year means back to the stalag. I hope to find out today, whether we gotta work this weekend or not. here's hopin' not. the Kid and his boyfriend are comin' to town. I gotta fresh new batch of vacation days (in case they want to work us 7 days a week), in order to take some time off, so I can visit mit dem. it'll be good to see the Kid and Mark again!

Brian (room mate/skeet shooter) asks if we can get the whole movie channel package tacked onto the cable package that we already have. "as long as you want to pay for it...I can't find it in my budget". he agrees. so an extra $40 will be tacked onto his rent starting this month.

...and speakin' of Brian. his peroxide blondie is here less and less. and for shorter periods of time (10 minutes as opposed to over night). and when she does show, they have a verbal battle of which I can't help but over-hear, even over the TV (of which I turn up a bit louder). I don't hear the whole arguments, but I did catch her saying "you don't wanna do anything! you just wanna stay home and watch movies!" (which, is kind of funny, because directly afterwards he wants to order the movie package). I think it's the beginning of the end for them. she's pretty, and cool which is pretty cool, but I'll personally miss her dog. it was such a cute little booger who fell asleep on your lap any chance it could get. honestly, looking at the whole situation from my angle, I don't know how she put up with his overt OCD personality for this long *fart*

he's going to New Mexico on vacation for a week here soon. he tells me that he hasn't taken a whole weeks vacation in forever. maybe he's scouting out a new place to live? his past is chocked with moving around the country (Boston, California, Texas, New Mexico are some that I know of), or he's just taking some time off to use those toys that he carefully stores in the living room ...who knows?

because he orders the movie package, I sit and watch that silly ass movie 'super troopers' and one that I had looked to rent forever called 'the life of PI'. (very cool flick!)

anyway. back to nappage, so I'm awake during my first day back to the stalag...

did a bit of snow blowin' yesterday, when Brian (room mate/squid monger) pulls up in his Ford Exploder and shows me his new MP3 player. I spend the rest of the day obsessively trying to figure out how to make an apple product (ipod) work from a windows based 'puter. it was no easy task, but eventually learned how to reformat it, and get some of his CD's on it. it was prob'ly 'round 10 when I gave up...he continued to try and figure it out, while I watched the last Ong Bok (3) movie (awesome series of movies, if you're into martial arts). then a good sci-fi thriller called 'Europa' (yesterday was 'Ong Bok 2 and 'Zeitgeist; the Movie' along with playing catch up on the 'Dexter' series).

more snow overnight. it's lookin' mighty white out there!

I mention not being able to go to the Chinese buffet in my last entry, due to already starting my beer drinkin' early. I had changed my mind, only having a couple at that point, with 4 hours to power-nap those beers off until Mark wanted to meet there. I have two plates with mountains of shrimp, rice, general Tso's chicken, dim-sum, and whatever else I could pile on. Mark chooses about 4 items (none of them Chinese) and calls it good. "you know this is an all-you-can-eat joint, right?" "yeah, it doesn't take much for me to fill up". I just assumed he had picked that restaurant for either the all you can eat part, or the Chinese part...he had neither. oh well. it was good catchin' up with him, he's had a lot of time off from work to have his nose fixed (?). some sort of deviated septum thinger...today's the last holiday day off. I'll mostly slack, and maybe throw in a good power-nap (why not?)

yesterday, I get those beer bottles returned, and the propane gas bottle exchanged, before sittin' down to a frozen pizza, some beers and a lot of football.!

today, slept in 'til about 11:30am, to a little dog licking my face (room mate's girlfriend's dog), bringing me right back to those good ol' sneezes Rosie used to wake me with. we take a smallish walk, then I finally get the oil in my truck changed. I also had them remove the power steering stop leak molasses, and add ATF fluid to make my steering unit quieter during really cold starts. then I hit arby's for a chicken bacon thinger/ onion ring combo (mmmmmmms!). once home, I have me a couple beers and restart (having lost my past game saves) one of my favorite PS3 games; Bullet Storm. after a couple 3 beers, I get a text from Mark (work bud) telling me to meet him at the Chinese buffet. dammit! I can't go anywhere. I've had beerses. so I write him back, letting him know...

what else? nothin'. one more beer, then back to more Bullet Storm!

as I'm brushing off the ice and snow from my shrimpy bat-mobile, the cool hippy lady (Brian's mom) came out and said stop in after your done, I've got snicker doodles for ya. I leave 'em on the counter and tell Brian, he says "yeah, she makes those honey dew-dickle cookies....". honey dew dickle? like everything else, he slaughters words badly! he was watching 'Gun smoke' the other day and makes a comment about fetus. "ummmm...don't you mean FeStus?" yeah whatever. hah! fetus! he's got the weirdest nicknames for everything too. he calls his girlfriend: 'lulu', Squab': 'choobah', and his girlfriends dog: 'Mookah man', and Rosie used to be called 'Chompers'. it's funny. I'd like to live in his head for 10 minutes. along with his warped reasoning and his horrible, yet not too shy to sing out loud, tin ear; it'd be fascinating. having said all this, I'm far from perfect myself, but how does one get 'honey dew dickles' from snicker doodles? he's currently saturating the filter from his humidor on the kitchen table. I've never seen him smoke a cigar...ever! he places his snowboards and expensive sporting equipment along the living room wall (next to his fancy mountain bike), never to be used, but always on display. he's a quirky one, but as long as he keeps payin' the rent, it's all groovy. I'm not sure why I'm going on about this guy...oh yeah, because the last thing I heard before sitting down to type was the word 'honey dew dickles'

yesterday, as I'm heading out to the driveway, to get ready to take off for work, I see Jay (across the way, Jay) struggling, trying to get his ford ranger dislodged from the snow in his drive...I help him rock it out, then he helps me rock mine out. if he's like me, I'm still in denial that winter is here yet. the snow shovel should only rear its ugly head (officially) in January. or, like me, he's just lazy(?)

Bambi (see entry called "mittens") leaves more texts about her boyfriends affair. I say nothing in return. she finally asks if I'd check on a phone number for her. she wants to have me do a reverse number look up to find out what her boyfriends new girlfriends name is. again, I don't respond. I'd be happy to help in the past, but then get all emotionally tied up in her garbage. it ain't happenin' again. I think I'll be a ghost this time. I know I'll run into her at work, maybe then I can explain why I don't wanna get involved...

I hit the road earlier today, to replace an empty propane bottle, return some empties (Squab' drinks a lot of beer), and get the oil changed in my truck, but got none of that done. instead, I hit Long John Silvers for lunch, then get lazy and go home. I got a long weekend ahead, I don't wanna do too much in one day

...speakin' of which, it's time for one of those groove-chicken power-naps!

I don't know if you remember (or have read far enough back) Bambi (aka 'Mittens') in entries from about 5 years ago? she was a girl I'd follow around like a puppy dog around the boat factory (of which we both worked). it was a very one sided foolish love sick thing. I'd be there for her every time she had a fall (and she had many!), yet she didn't see me as anything more than just a friend. boyfriend after boyfriend came and went, some abusive, others alcoholics. me, being that shoulder she could lean on when each relationship crashed. she met this cowboy that took her for a financial ride, then dumped her like a rock, sending her home into foreclosure, when the economy took a dump. we both lost our jobs. she went thru a black time involving calling me, saying she was sitting in her (almost foreclosed on) barn with a gun, crying. I have to say, that was the scariest moment...anyway, long story; longer, she found yet another man who seemed to be working out fine for the longest time. I've since dropped the whole love sick puppy dog thing and moved on. then coincidentally, I'd run into her at the stalag. she'd come in every other Tuesday to water the plants. we'd sit and chat for a half an hour (mostly about her, as always). again, everything seemingly fine with her and her man, then (finally getting to the damn point) I get a text yesterday saying: "well, there's another mistake in my life. the lying cheating bastard's been cheating on me for 3 months. he just admitted to it." I haven't heard from her (phonically) in a long time, so I didn't recognize who sent it, but once realizing who it was, I was thinkin' nope! I can't be that guy again. I'd fall right back into trying to fix everything wrong, just to get stepped on when she meets the next Mr Wrong (again!). so I leave a quick "shit...sorry to hear that!" and let her rant on about the details. whew! that was long winded. I'm sure this won't be the end. I'll either have to stop her in the middle and explain why I can't be that guy (again), or get thrown right back into her misery, trying (for the 190th time) to fix her [news at 11]

it IS kind of funny (see comments on entry below) how one takes for granted ones accomplishments in the virtual world (game saves) until it all gets erased by an infamous plant bomber. the funny part is, I could prob'ly accomplish real life goals, if I didn't spend so much time playing video games (unt drinking beerses). oh well. I'll get a clue in my next life...which, fittingly, is the title of the next video game that I'm purchasing *fart!*

snow! here we go! winter has shown it's snarly face. Brian (room mate/plant bomber) is outside digging 2 layers below the driveway surface, being as OCD as he is, then applying a huge layer of salt, taking hours to prepare. this, after I had already snow blown it yesterday. the guy needs to relax and drink a beer...oh whoops. the guys at his AA meeting might not approve. never-mind. enough about that guy. what else is goin' down? nothin' really. relaxin' on me day off. maybe I'll take a power-nap *plan*

I complain to my boss after 2 hours of hustling around (production handling at the stalag, taking over for Mark, whilst he has the day off) getting everything filled to where it should have been when I walked in. she then tells me we'll need to keep inventory of screws and components down due to an inventory count coming up. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE I FILLED EVERYTHING UP?!?! (now, someone's gonna be pissed that their counting individual screws instead of simply writing down the quantities from sealed boxes) stupid backwards ass place. I can't stand it, but I was able to skate out early (Friday), so let the smallish Criss miss break begin!

Brian (room mate/plant bomber) finally confronts me with the total amount of my new used PS3, and January's rent, sounding a bit shaken and apologetic. he explains he knew nothing about pS3's and made a mistake at what he thought was a "fair" price. he then asks if I'm still kickin' him out? what else could I say, standing there with a huge amount of cash in my hand, but "not anymore". I guess everybody has a price, right? I wasn't prepared for him to actually make it right. surprise, surprise I don't have the place to myself this spring, but I did win the PS3 round, so we're square, until the next thing he wants to break and not make right straight away *fart*

speakin' of the PS3, I am able to re-download all my games that had been lost (from the infamous plant bomb) but have lost all the 'saves' within those games, so if I had spent 60 hours getting weapon upgrades and what-not (for example) on a certain game, it's all been washed clean. I must start over on everything. damn it! oh well. I got time (when I'm not spending a jillion hours at the stalag.

oh, and speaking of which, I get asked by the day shift boss; "if we dismantle second shift from our line, would you be willing to go to 3th, or would you wanna stick around on a 2rd and work another line?". I told him I'd rather stick to this line and move to 3nd shift. so, looks like I may be going to 3nt [maybe]. I ask him with that weary look if we're heading back into 12 hour shifts. he says no, in fact, we'd prob'ly go back to a 40 hour week *crosses fingers*

weather outside: ice storm-ish.

I give Brian (room mate/plant bomber) an ultimatum (this, after many notes back and forth with nothing getting resolved), and like a poorly played hand of Texas Hold'em, he chooses 'moving out' and not paying anything, over (what I consider) a fair price of a PS3 vs his fair price being $60 cheaper. then he writes "your move", challenging me, as if to say he has a winning hand. I already win! I'd get my house back! I don't mind having a room mate, but not having one seems even better at this point. so I call his bluff, by writing:

"I'm not 'splitting' (splitting the $60 difference) ANYTHING! I gave you an ultimatum involving a fair price vs moving out...looks like you choose 'moving out'. ya know what? fuck it! I'll buy it! happy house hunting. this is way too much work than it needs to be. it's like squeezing blood from a god damned turnip to try and get you to do the right thing. make it right! that's all I ask. too late"

I know, it sounds harsh, but he's had time to make it right, now he just wants to be that cheap-ass dutch guy (vs this cheap-ass dutch guy)

we'll see if he folds, or gets a chance to play the river card (more like 'up the river without a paddle' card) [news at 11]

amazon.com has a 500 gb GTA V bundle (used) for $239. I snap up the last one. now, about Brian. I've decided to not reply to any of his notes, and by doing so, his latest notes admit to half guilt by now wanting to pay for half (again, the whole note thing is because we don't see each other for an entire week, him being on first, and me being on second shift). he suggests CD exchange as having them for $100 to $110 used, but he's prob'ly looking at the 12 gig machines. I wanted to go one higher than the Kid got me, that one being a 320 gig...thanks Kid, it's been an excellent machine up until some hammerhead wanted to plant bomb it. I've logged in a bizillion hours on the damn thing, and now have to wait 'til the 18rd for delivery on this new used one. meanwhile, I'll keep Brian in the dark and hit him for half when this newest unit comes in. he'll prob'ly shit his pants being as cheap a weasel as he is...

alright, so four days have past, and I haven't heard anything from Brian (room mate/hanging planter bomber) about whether or not he'll be replacing my PS3 that he focked up (and I'm jone-zing harder than one can imagine from having no games and zero Netflix...I used that system EVERY DAY!!), so on his little dry erase board, that he usually leaves me dumb messages on about how God loves me...I write: "does God foresee a new PS3 in my life soon, 'cause I miss my gaming, and my netflix", of which he replies: "a NEW ps3-HAHA! they sell used ones at CD exchange- I spoke (to) a lot of techs-at the best buy/geek squad-CD exchange and they said the same thing- a little bit of dirt and maybe wet dirt on (the) unit would not make it do what it is doing-I was there, it was not submerged in water-but if you (and?) I should honestly replace it, then I will get you a used one. there was more dirt on the TV and it still works- look at the dirt outline under (the)TV- ya see that was not the cause- I am not trying to get out of it- I was there when it happened and saw the damage [ends note with a smiley face emoticon]"

to which I reply (of which he hasn't read yet): "listen up weasel, how can any tech in their right mind say any amount of dirt and or wet dirt inside a computer can't cause it to malfunction? it's not a coincidence that my machine happened to die on its own the very same day a plant bomb exploded in front of it. I'm thinkin' that if I hadn't have come home early that day, you'd have cleaned it all up and not admitted to a damn thing. make it right with me, or you have 3 months to pack up and leave! it was a present from my son, so it's a brand new 320 gb machine that I'll be waiting for....your move."

I know, it's a bit harsh, but I'm gettin' tired of him anyway. I hope he takes the weasel way out and moves. I remember after he broke my lawnmower, all I ever got was "my bad"...I didn't even get that this time, so here we go. *puts flack jacket and helmet on, then goes back to bed*

then again (after re-reading this), maybe I'll just buy me a new one and charge him what CD exchange would charge for a used one, which is what I think I read into his unapologetic message, then if he doesn't comply, I'll do the whole 3 months and your out thing. what do you think?

whatever happens, I at least got him thinking that he's not off the hook, I've said "accidents happen" and what not in earlier posts, but dammit! I shouldn't have to pay for his unapologetic accidents that he claims has virtually nothing to do with my PS3...I'm gonna let him know, after this gets resolved, that if he had been apologetic from the start and more cooperative, I'd have prob'ly let him off the hook all together, but I'll make sure and tell him that after he pays me (or decides to move).

banked: Tuesday the 3nd, worked a half day Saturday, had all day off on Sunday, and worked almost 5 hours yesterday...trying to think back at how much time I've had off recently. the "bank" was my sick day, the rest was due to running out of components. going from bust ass every single day mentality to having a lot of time off is way cool! we had our Criss-miss party last night. it was cooler than the past years, due to a mix up by HR not getting us "entertainment" (people singing criss-miss carols poorly). it was a yummy meal. bbq Brisket, tator's unt corn with your choice of pop (mmmmmm!), but again, right afterwards, there was a meeting asking who wants to go home...I grabbed me a sixer of beer and prepared myself to watch the Bears eat the cowboys on the animal planet (what? no. NFL).

Sunday was one of the coolest days in sports. even though the Lion's lost to the Eagle's (animal planet? no. NFL!), the game itself was most entertaining, due to a snow storm that blasted 'em. and afterward watching the final holes being played during the NW Mutual World challenge, where Zach Johnson and Tiger go into sudden death (animal planet? no. PGA). awesome game! along with more football unt more beer *belch!*

now, I gotta get ready to go back to the stalag and wonder if there's any work for us today?

alright, it appears he's gonna use the "maybe it just broke the exact same time the plant had fallen" approach. I reply by saying "that'd be most coincidental, but I suppose it could happen...". so I don't expect him to pay a dime, but again, that's fine. it was an accident. I'll simply hang out for awhile without a PS3 and be cool with that. meanwhile, coincidentally, my MC card expired within the month of November, making both of our Netflix and Hulu.com accounts expire (both, of which, he took advantage of with his smart TV). I won't be using my replacement card to re-up these until I get something I can play them on, so how cool is fate, after all? take that! buy your own damn netflix and hulu mister! *fart*

good news; we get to leave early (from der stalag) on a Saturday night. better news; we don't have to work on Sunday (due to running out of rails, which track 3 makes for us). now the bad news; I come home to find out that the plant that Brian (room mate/fart knocker) had hung above my TV/playstation had broken free of its hanging thinger and now my playstation is about as worthless as a turd wearing a bunch bowl (yet another mixed metaphor). I let him know, and he tries to help me fix things, but to no avail...I'm afraid she's dead, but I'll check it out in the morning when there be sunlight to see what's going on. meanwhile, I can be half way reassured that a new used one won't be too expensive being playstation 4 had just come out. I'm already jone-sing. I wanted to play my newly downloaded 'Grid2' (free download for playstation network peeps). oh well. let's see what's on the TV and drink some more beerses *belch!* but again, if that's the only thing that bit the dust, I'm doin' ok. there was a plasma TV along with a laptop, and some wi-fi equipment that could have become toast, but that all seems fine (so far), so all is not lost, and I'm careful to not sound accusing...it was an accident. accidents happen. if he feels the need (once determined whether the system is fried) to reimburse, I'll let him come to me with it. if he doesn't, I'll throw his smart phone in the toilet (heh! just kidding, of course). nah, it wasn't deliberate, and I had the chance to move it (which, hello hindsight, I guess I should have) so all is good...they make more PlayStations.

....oh yeah, and this would have been my 27rd wedding anniversary today, had I still been married. a day that will live in infamy indeed *fart*

alright, I told you of a work friend's computer that got tagged with an official looking FBI page virus/trojan on his computer, who ultimately paid the ransom they required to reset his browser ($300!!), thinking it was the real FBI, and not wanting to be put on some sex offender list (a little naive, but hey?). it was just a matter of time before I myself would run into it, being I frequent some seedy sites from time to time (what? yeah, you do too, admit it!). once that FBI lock screen popped up, I had to laugh; "...you ain't gettin' $300 from me!". I took it on as a challenge, but it was embarrassingly simple to fix. I shut the computer down, and rebooted it, thinking I'd get the same lock screen. nope. I hit my Firefox browser and there it was. a quick 'control, alt, delete' and an 'end task' got me back to the desktop. I then used a different browser wondering if that too had been locked...nope. so I quickly uninstalled Firefox (the browser that appears locked), and reinstalled it, then did a full security scan on my computer and a quick clean. bonk! within 15 minutes, I was back to surfing Firefox...I mean if you're gonna ransom me, it better be harder to get rid of than that. now, having said all that, watch it have some sort of timer on it that goes off at a later date that completely fries my 'puter. ya never know?

drama at the stalag these past days, makes me take another sick day today. I can't stand how this place is run! too many new peeps leaving allegedly due to being harassed by a guy from first shift (who works 4 hours OT on our shift). I've heard him do it in the past, pushing peeps around, but now we got peeps leaving...it's not cool, and of course, I open my big mouth and get involved by saying "this ain't the army, stop intimidating people!", of which he then went on and on about saying what I told him was offensive. whatever. play the victim, you backwards dumbass. everything about this place is backwards. the other day a we were short a few peeps, so 2 of the day shifters hungover for 4 hours. by the time there 4 hours were up, there wasn't anyone to replace them, so the line came to a sudden halt. instead of maybe taking just one of us experienced peeps off, the boss (now back from maternity leave) takes 3 of us, replacing us 3 with people from other lines who have never ran ours before. it was a night mare. and yes, the 3 of us were busy putting out fires (more alarms going off due to new peeps not knowing what to do). anyway, long story longer, we got about an hour and a half's worth of work done within the last 4 hours. it wasn't pretty. I've said it before, I gotta get out of that place!

straight time, plus time and a half for Thanks-turkey Friday, time and a half for Saturday, and double time for Sunday makes for a huge money making event for the long weekend. then you take away about half for taxes and it comes out to a normal weekend's pay *fart*. oh well, we gotta pay those poor politicians who work even harder at doing nothing, so they can have their fancy cars, nice suits, and beach front homes, right? whatever. it all makes me want to move to Kuala Lumpur, and take up wind surfing, beach combing, and what ever else one does there...

a couple 3 beers, some Texas hold'm, and an episode of 'Dexter' kills off (pun intended) this evening. now for a good nap to get rested up for tomorrow's stint at the stalag [yay!!]

FINALLY! a day off. but then, right back to work starting tomorrow for a good 21 days in a row (what?!), followed by (rumor has it) a couple weeks off for Christmas, so they can revamp our assembly line. they talk of big changes comin'. I assume we've been workin' all this extra overtime to build up our stock, so they have time during the shut-down to remodel (but it's only an assumption).

da Lions play the packers at 1. I picked up a couple T-bones, some tators, etc, from the store last night to throw on the grill. that, and enough beer to drown a Muskellunge, so I'm ready to watch the Lion's WIN...

blowin' straight thru another weekend (stalag), and now the news of possibly working Thanks-turkey day has been thrown out there. good gawd! THE TORTURE NEVER STOPS! *fart*

I'm pretty whooped by the end of last night's work, so I crash out right when I get home. the night before, I had 3 beers and watched a cute yet scary movie called "9" (a Tim Burton flick).

I guess I gotta get me a flush and fill on my power steering unit for the shrimpy truck. when it gets cold, the old stop leak syrup that's in it makes the unit whirr real loud and doesn't want to steer until the syrup gets hot, making it less viscous. last year I tried to get most of it out with a turkey baster, but obviously (as the weather sinks into the single digits) it's still a problem. I think the oil change place performs this function, but I'll have to bring it in when it's not a Sunday (closed).

fridge be gettin' empty...I gotta start me a list, then hit the store soon.

a bowl of quick oats for breakfast, and now back to sleep, so as I'm awake during tonight's stint at the stalag. I'll be making $26.26/hour today (Sunday double time). easy money, but again, I'd rather be home drinkin' a beer and watching the Lions lose *snirt*

my new android fone is way too smart for me...the thing will make a noise, and I won't know exactly why, due to the enormous amount of features it has. *place hysterically laughing emoticon here*

I think I put away my dune buggy too early...it snows maybe twice and I think it's time. it's been nice (in comparison; other than that sharknado day) ever since. maybe I'll drive it to work today. I already miss it!

up around 3am, having to pee, and then chow on a microwave pot pie, for that midnight empty bladder/full stomach thang. time to go back to sleep. if it's as nice a day as it was yesterday, I should also pull my golf clubs out of retirement and hit the range before going to the stalag.

oh yeah, and speaking of the stalag; the early rumors of having 2 to 4 days off for Thanks-turkey have been down-graded to just 0ne. and the three weeks off for Criss-cross...? 10 days at the most, but prob'ly 6 (won't be surprised if this goes to one day, as well). I'm starting to bet peeps a whole dollar that we'll work both holidays *fart*

nov 5rd was my 17k milestone debt wise...after today's car payment (and a healthy chunk gone from my MC), I'll be at $16,558 (and falling). overtime sucks, but it sure is peelin' away that dreaded debt.

this working everyday, everyday, EVERYDAY, EVERYDAY, is taking its toll on my already war-torn elbow. I ice the snot out of it to keep it from falling off. my brain feels pretty sprained as well...

pretty gigantorific winds last night during a mid November Sharknado watch. sounds like Illinois got hit the hardest within about a five state region. I stop off to the store and watch helplessly as a lot of the shopping carts (from the 'cart corals') go winging thru banging into some pretty nice cars. I drove my already banged up truck, so I strategically parked where maybe I could play defensive right guard (I don't know what that means either?). once home, the cable and the wi-fi was knocked out. I wanted to play me some poker (via online PS3), but couldn't. instead I find myself drinking a couple beers and listening to some music (via my music library). at least the power stayed on...

some pretty wild dreams persist (what's in these Monkey Kings?!). they become self aware at points, saying "this is what I dream about all the time" within the dream. last night's was about (in Reader's digest form) going on a date (with the 'cute like a little bunny' girl from posts gone by) somehow ending up at an airport filled with randomly strewn clothing and exits that connect in a seemingly never ending loop. after what seems like forever, we escape the airport somehow, only to find peeps driving around in golf carts wearing Hazmat outfits and gas masks with walkie talkies and such. there's a gigantic mushroom cloud shaped like a hand off in the distance, and just as we cross some sort of bridge abutment a huge shock wave hits. the abutment itself saves us from vaporizing, but the ash that follows is choking [...] I wake up at this point, thinking even my subconscious dreams tell me that dating this cutey from work will end up in nuclear Annihilation. I'm thinkin' about relaying this to her, just for fun. "yeah, I had a dream about you last night. we were on a date...everyone dies at the end in a radioactive plume"

PlayStation network members get a pretty fun game thrown at 'em free this month. it's a dorky texas hold'em game that you play with the Venture Bros own 'Brock' (Patrick Warburton), 'claptrap' (that annoying robot from Borderlands2), 'Ash' (Bruce Campbell from 'Evil Dead'), and 'Sam and Max' (from the 'Sam and Max' video series?). it's pretty hilarious the comments these guys make. it's smart-ass x 100! it's pretty addicting, and I'm learning how to play poker at the same time. the more ya win, the more cool stuff you can unlock (as in most games). did I mention addicting?! yup!

the stalag goes full bore straight thru another weekend, so I cool it on the beers (only having one last night, and one tonight). there are enough hung-over peeps on the line during the weekend...they don't need one more *fart*

it's the first time ever, I woke up on a Friday to not see my paycheck NOT automatically deposited...nice! I always dream-pt of the day they welded the doors shut there, but never thought they'd short me of what they owed me. oh well. maybe because there was a holiday (that wasn't observed) during the week...or maybe I woke up too early? I'll go back to sleep and check again later. g'night.

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minutes later: heh! it must be the bank showed its newest deposit after 5am, because right after I wrote the above paragraph, I logged back in to find my check deposited. see, I knew I woke up too early *fart* g'night.

ya know when you're watching a movie (as I was last night), you have your snacks at the ready. ya take a slug of beer, set it down, then tip a jar of dry roasted peanuts in your hand and pop 'em in yer mouff (lather, rinse, repeat). after several times of going thru the motions, I accidentally grab my beer and tip it into my hand thinking it's the nut jar (...D'oh!). needless to say, I had to pause the movie and change my now beer soaked jeans. they don't call me dumb-ass for nuthin' *BE7CH!*

I'll let ya know Hooey (how you been, dude?). all I had to due was look outside and see sunshine to tip my decision to play hooky in the right direction (I have 3 unpaid sick days left to burn off before Dec 19rd). it's been forever since I've simply had a day off. we've been workin' thru weekends now, seemingly forever. it was a most productive day off (!!). I got me hairs cut, raked the yard, did some shopping, got an oil change in the shrimpy truck, cleaned the bathroom, unt kitchen, vacuumed, washed dishes, and clothes...come to think of it, I worked harder than if I were at the stalag (heh!). once things settled down a bit, I had me some Monkey Kings and watched "Olympus IS Down" (via Netflix. cool flick!). tomorrow, I go right back into the work rut, but for today, I had me a one day weekend in the middle of the week [shiggity shweet!]

while getting my haircut, the girl (cutting me head...what are they called again? cosmonauts? yeah) was telling me she had a 4 o'clock appointment to have her dog put down. I almost started crying as I told her Rosie's story, but it isn't half as sad as her dog's. hers isn't due to old age, it's only 5, but has horrible Grand Maul style seizures. either way it ends up in a best friends death. I recommend the children's book that me sis sent me (due to the fact that she has little ones that have to deal with this).

back to happy news, I'm ending this good day off with a nice nap! g'night.

this will prob'ly be one of my last entries *the look of shock on both readers faces...*. I can't dig this site anymore. nothing is user friendly. I tried. anyway, I'll post a link to my newest. maybe I'll go to wordpress. Thanx Xanga for everything, but your 2.0 is sadly not user friendly

alright, latest [stalag] rumor (from 3th shift's line support) is that we'll be down, for three weeks starting Dec 19rd, so the line can be converted over to it's new configuration. man, it's only a rumor, so far, but it's the best one I've heard. wouldn't that be awesome! three weeks off!! all right. I can't get too crazy, or I'll set myself up for disappointment when/if it doesn't happen, so I'll settle down, and cross me damn fingers *fart*

$256 into savings and another $200 toward my credit card...workin' weekends suck, but I'm able to laser blast debt like a fish out of water (mixed metaphor much?). we're working all this weekend too. I still haven't heard the "OFFICIAL" word as to how long this will go, but if rumors are correct, it'll prob'ly go all the way to next year (seems I already wrote about this...?)

snow was fallin' pretty goodly last night. I'm not ready for grey and cold just yet. oh well. spring is right around the corner *fart*

I've had some profoundly weird dreams lately. what do they put in those Monkey Kings (new Holland brew)??

three Monkey Kings last night while watching a bit of Conan, and the Turkish Airlines Classic (European PGA tournament).

otherwise, nothin' new to report...

here it is. Wednesday (late Tuesday night for 2th shifters). the day that's supposed to be "hump day". I'm thinkin' the hump will prob'ly be a week from now, if we gotta work 'til turkey day. dammit! oh well. I drink me 4 'Monkey King' beers and watch me some go-ram Serenity episodes along with starting the third season of 'Dexter' (via Netflix). OK. now it's time to hit the rack

Shun Sheng Duh Gao Wahn.

Tuesday morning, I do some online banking. with all the wicked overtime, I'm able to pay all but one of November's bills. I'll contribute a portion of next weeks check to go toward my car note, and said unpaid bill, then I'll be done for the month, within its first couple weeks (I LOVE being ahead of the game!).

it's taken forever, but my Master Debt and car loan (another words; all of my outstanding debt) total below that 17k mark [it's a milestone that I've aimed at since I bought the car]. I was around 22k in total debt when I bought the thing, and remember that feeling of "I won't be able to relax until I'm back down to around 17...". here I am. I'll still plow what I can (extra) toward it, and it looks like this overtime isn't letting up soon.

anyway, that's enough financial blahg boredom, it's time to get ready for work.

I'm guessin' every day is Monday when there are no more weekends. I sneak in a sixer of 'Cabin Fever' (new holland brew) Saturday night, and watch a most disturbing Elijah Woods flick called "Maniac" (via Netflix). then Sunday night, I watch "RIPD" (borrowing a friend's DVD). a silly Men In Black style movie [with the lovely Marisa Miller in it...shyeah!]. anyway, shave, shower, etc., today to start another '8 days a week' week. it would have been nice to knock a golf ball around maybe one more time before the big snow. oh well, spring is right around the corner *fart*

ready, set, work!~

a couple weeks ago, I uploaded (test...1,2) a photo of Leanna Vamp dressed as Lara Croft (tomb raider chick), and I'll be damned if I can find it. I look thru photos, tools, and even try the "advanced" field within the dashboard. nuthin'! oh well. I'll figure it out one day [maybe?]

so, yesterday, at work, I show a couple new employees the weight room upstairs, but while doing so, I fell (while climbing up said stairs), and completely jammed my big toe against the face of one of the steps while struggling to maintain balance (I know, graceful, right?). I thought I busted it, but today, after much ice and a Vicodin (left over from my wisdom toof pulling), it feels a ton better. still a bit stiff, but I'm not wincing in pain with every step, so that's a good sign. I tell my boss that I have rather an embarrassing accident report to make, and his response was predictable; "....you fell UP the stairs?!?!" followed by laughter.

we're getting a ton of new peeps (temps) that I end up being recruited to train. it's not often we get such a string of good people who appear to want to learn. usually it's very hit or miss. it's been 3 or 4 right in a row who I think have that 'want' to stick around. it's encouraging. I don't like having to train someone for days, just to have them forever split...

otherwise, nothin' new. it's holloween. I guess I'll go to work dressed in that factory rat costume that I wear every day *snirt*

two separate rumors from the stalag. 1) we have to work 7 days a week, more than likely 'til the end of the year (sans, of course, holiday time off for Turkey day unt Christmas...I'm assuming). nice! I guess I can ride it out. it'll help pay down more debt, so why not? and 2) talking with a technician from a line that supplies us, he was saying their line is only gonna run first shift in December, and both theirs and our line will be revamped hugely that whole month. nice! why don't we hear from our boss what's in store for us? is it only gonna be 1st shift on our line as well? can we take a voluntary layoff? are we gonna get farmed out? what's goin' on? [news at 11]. but, as per normal, we won't know until sometime next January what's going on this December *fart*. meanwhile, the push is on. we have parts being expedited, and supervisors gettin' grumpy...

online banking shows $1000 deposited towards my master card (?!). I call the bank and ask if they're handing out free money? they say it's a mistake across the board, and if you use any of it, you'll be charged for it, but thanks for calling in to let us know. "I won't touch it", I tell her. a couple three days later, and the correction is made. I look a thousand bucks more broke, once again. I was able to make a good $400 deposit toward me debt (workin' these weekends, and what-not), so once again, it's heading in the right direction, and we're supposed to get a $450 bonus come this Friday...I'll plunk most (if not all) of that toward debt too0. also Brian (room mate/alligator wrastler) owes me rent this week, and my paycheck should be pretty big because we worked last Saturday. I'm rollin' in it! *fart*

nothing else really...got to get ready for work.

ok, it's been a good 4 days since the last post, so let's get blahgin'!

another pair of work pants arrive thru the mail (2 out of the 4 I ordered). also, I ordered me a smart phone...a bit nicer than my LG that I warshed. it's an Android (I know! a REAL smartphone tracfone!), and it's pretty kickass! I'm in free app heaven right now trying to see what's what to download

also (part III) i get a package from me sis (hi deeds!) with a t-shirt in it, that says "people hate when sentences do not end the way they potato" *place hilarious emoticon here* (yup, I still don't know how to do emoticons or post images. maybe next time). it also has a kid's book in it that looks like it might be about dog's. I'll have to sit down for 10 minutes and give it a read. my inner child hasn't been awakened (awokened?) in some time. maybe this will help. thanks for the fun early Crissmiss prezzints

one day weekend consists of power-naps and D'troit Lions beating (literally, at the last minute) Dallas Cowboys. it was one of the coolest games I've seen in years! Mark (work bud) texts me (on my new Droid) about maybe going golfing, but I had to decline, having a bit of a crappy headache. prob'ly half brought on by that sixer of 'Porter' (Founder's brewery; Grand Rabbits, MI *BELCH!*) that I consumed after work last night whilst getting deeper into the 'Okami' story (PS 3 game).

otherwise, I hit the hardware store for a new sprayer thingey. the one for the kitchen sink busted, and it was time I replaced it (with the help of Brian-room mate/plumber-)

wow! I did it again! I warshed me tracfone in the clothes warsher. I didn't realize it 'til I heard that clunking noise coming from the dryer. "....hmmm, that's either the cat or my fone? either way, I better have a look see". I'm glad it wasn't 'Squab. phone's are easily replaceable, 'Squabber's aren't. good news is, they have android 4.1 smart phones available for 10 cents a minute tracfone users (I know, right?). let's see how fast I can purchase/warsh this next one *fart*

otherwise, nothing new under the sun. we got our first trace of snow today. nothing recordable, just a dusting. well, more like a "slushing". sort of half rain/ half snow. common crappage around this time of year. I best get used to grey sky unt cold because it's comin' this way soonly...

straight to bed right after work last night, and slept for a good 13 hours....*place laugh emoticon here*. dang! that zzZZquil works good! of course, I got up just in time to do some laundry, unt make some turkey Bison helper (yep, I bought a 1/2 lb of ground buffalo to add to my ground turkey helper. it's good! but pretty expensive, so I won't be buying it again too soon). then got ready to go to work... blah, blah *fart*

it's the cutest little doggie RPG game I've ever played! yeah, you guessed it, the HD version of OKAMI for the PS3 (an old PS1 game revamped). it's about a legendary evil battle between a six headed monster vs a man and a white wolf (you play the spirit of the white wolf). it's typical old school mission based, smash and grab looting, and battling baddies, but it's done in a fun way. you have this annoying, yet helpful partner who is a talking bug that rides on your head. before ya know it, I'm playin' this thing for a good 5 hours last night (what. it was too rainy to golf?) along with my sixer of Monkey King [on my one day weekend]. maybe it was the circle button that made him bark like Rosie that got me hooked?

otherwise, did some shopping, watched the Lions lose, took a power-nap, hit the driving range (before it started raining), and did McD's for breakfast...*yawn*