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Thursday February 16, 2006



OK, so Pork... for real... I'm all tingly... and it ain't because of the nasal decongestants, coffee, redbull and donut currently coursing through my body...
All this talk of pork has me all excited...
So I googled "pork" and look what I got back... That's right,
http://www.otherwhitemeat.com/...
Take a look on the left hand side, down there towards the bottom... Ooohh, videos... Forbidden Love... starring, get this... Miss Apricot... Pork Loin... Chicken Breast... oh,
IT moved...
So I am totally in a mood for Pork now... gonna make this a Pork weekend... gonna cook it up, let it simmer, yeah, for a good long time... stir it up every once in a while... put my nose down in it and take a whiff... smell it... take a nibble now and then, you know, to see if its ready... maybe put some other stuff in there too... see how many ways I can enjoy it... take it out all hot and steamy... maybe throw some potatoes in there (wtf??? Potatoes?), yeah, what the hell... maybe put a movie on and have some in front of the tv...
PORK... say it with me now... PORK... come on, just a little bit lower now... PORK... whisper it to yourself... pork... now, in front of the mirror, look yourself in the eyes and say it again... pork... now in Spanish... yeah... PUERCO... Now in German, come on, you gotta do it... SCHWEINEFLEISCH... Now all the Greeks out there... ×ÏÉÑÉÍÏ ÊѸÁÓ... ooohhhhh...

Posted 2/16/2006 at 11:23 AM


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Good God. You are completely insane. The super lucky number one good fortune was all mine the day I married you.
Posted 2/16/2006 at 12:16 PM by DoesNotApply

Trying to think of something witty and profound.. but I think my previous comment pretty much will be forever top of the heap. Besides.. your post was disturbing enough to leave me... just.. I don't even know what to say..

Posted 2/16/2006 at 3:8 PM by WestCoastGold



Thursday February 16, 2006



Sooooo...
I was talking to the old lady yesterday, telling her I felt like a puss for lovin' her so much... that I didn't want to be some long hair pony tail boy being all sensitive and clingy and shit... how is a macho man like myself supposed to express their love to their lady when they can't use swords to carve it into peoples forheads and shit... Seems like it should be more like Zoro or Hurcules or something... strong and deep and beating people up to prove their devotion... not some timid little squeek that is more full of hope than definition... Does that make any sense? Anyhow, she told me to stay the course, that I seem to be doing it the right way and not to change a thing... It was a pretty good conversation...
Soooo...
We talked about something else (all this being on the phone, eh (I was on lunch)) and it went pretty well... We were on the same page... click click click... communicating with my baby, all the cogs were lining up...
Then she's all like, hey... How about if I throw a monkey wrench into the works... I was all like, sure... and she was all like, I forgot to tell you... guess who called yesterday? and I was all like, who? and she was then all like, Mr. Seattle... Mr. Seattle being the dude I stole her from (he wasn't really guarding her that close, but I am a master thief anyhow)...
Anyhow, I ramble on about this below... made it really tiny in case anyone wants to make the effort to read it... maybe their are some pearls in there somewhere...


***
So dig this, my significant other tells me that her ex called her and I didn't really care... oh, sure, there was a brief pang or something, but no big deal... and I don't really have any fear... they may do lunch when he gets back into town... I am fine with that... then I start thinking... hold it, yesterday was Valentines Day... What the hell is he calling on Valentines Day for??? She thinks it was a coincidence, he probably didn't even remember... but I started feeling a little sorry for him...
Valentines Day being alternately known as the lonliest day of the year for those without someone to love I started imagining him sitting there, watching tv... the commercials subliminally etching into his brain the fact that he should be buying diamonds and flowers and other goods in order to express the love he feels for the lady in his life (have you noticed that all the ads are aimed at men? telling them that they NEED to buy something grand to express themselves since they have been doing such a crappy job of it the rest of the year? Like one day, and some grand gesture on that day is going to make up for the other 364 days of the year that they are assholes... anyhow)... so he is sitting there, thinking, damn, I got noone to buy for... noone important enough to really express my devotion to... I remember I did in the past... and he starts remembering the one(s) that got away... the one(s) he could have bought for if they were still around...
Now maybe my old lady was the ultimate (or penultimate) one... his deepest regret... or second deepest regret (penultimate, yeah)... Who knows... I can't really feel too sorry for him... on a completely impersonal level feelings like this have less to do with regret of how we treated someone but more how we feel about ourselves... When I look back on my life and feel regret I don't think (typically) about how others felt in situations, but how I feel now about how I was in those situations... less about how I was loved or liked, but more how I was not deserving of being loved or liked... not about how I could have made someone elses life better but how I could have made my life better... am I just really a selfish person or is this some sort of human trait that everyone has in them...

Posted 2/16/2006 at 10:50 AM


Wednesday February 15, 2006



...come on party people... wtf... I got me a fever, and the only cure is more cowbell...
No, but seriously... gonna be pretty random here...
1) Did a very adult thing today. Opened a CD at the ole BECU... Started with $500 and will add $33 per paycheck and at the end of the year will have around $1500... Damn... that feels good...
2) OK, so you know I ride the bus. So I rode the bus yesterday and if was PERFECT... for real... I just sat there. It was not too hot or too cold, I had my hood up, had my music playin, and I just sat there... Dig this... sitting on the bus for 40 minutes with no responsibilities, no thoughts that I should be doing something or catching up on something, didn't have to answer the phone or help anyone... I didn't have to do shit... so I just sat there and looked out the window... it was so friggin peaceful... I was thinking about different people I know, but not like I usually do, where I remember moments in the past that really don't amount to much but for some reason cause me anguish... but just thinking, and wondering what they would do if they were sitting on the bus... when is the last time they slowed down? Just took the time and sat? It was one of those "of the moment" type deals...
3) AXIS OF EVIL:
I have officially added Starbucks to my AXIS OF EVIL list. They join most fast food restaurants, leaders of our country and Larry Lagasa on the list. Slowly creeping in is Amazon, but that is personal...
So Starbucks is evil, and it breaks my heart. Their coffee really ain't that good, it is overpriced, the service is annoying ("No I don't want no damn pastry, if I wanted a pastry I would have asked for it" and "just ring up a tall espresso you numbnuts... I shouldn't know your register better than you do") and other misc reasons. They just take so much energy out of me, which is ironic considering the amount of caffeine I take from them... anywho... Starbucks = Evil...
4) DUDE... you know what someone needs to invent??? Someone needs to make some sort of meat stick (peperoni, salami, etc.) with all the taste of PORK (heh, pork) but loaded with caffeine... DAMN, why didn't I think of this before... Just imagine, instead of hitting the local coffee shop or brewin up a pot of your own you could just get yourself a stick of meat and double your pleasure... I would be in heaven... (heh, note the subliminal messages, totally unintentional... but you can't escape it... you naughty bits are starting to tingle... well just imagine it from my end... all that subliminal talk of pleasure with the more straight forward talk of pork and caffeine... I am getting it from both ends... dammit... stop it... )

Posted 2/15/2006 at 1:20 PM


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I can honestly say that I have no idea what subliminal messages you are talking about and frankly.. Pulled Pork is best........
Posted 2/15/2006 at 5:8 PM by WestCoastGold

How about a pork stick and a salami wrapped in a pork butt roast ...would that be double-stuffed?

Posted 2/16/2006 at 1:11 AM by DoesNotApply



Thursday February 9, 2006



There is this theory about the Family Bed. This is a deal where everyone in the house sleeps in the same bed. It is a real cool deal... when the chirrens are tiny and the bed is big... over time though, something happens... the bed seems to get smaller and the chirrens get bigger and suddenly someone is sleeping somewhere else. Someone being daddy and somewhere else (in this case) being the bottom bunk of the smallest bunkbeds in the world...
Now I ain't complaining, well, actually I am, just for the moment... you see, it starts out all nice and cuddley... everyone is happy and you get to hear the little noises they make (last night someone was laughing in their sleep)... you get to smell the puppy breath and feel little hands reaching out to you... AHHHH...
Then it starts to turn viscious... covers get kicked off, so you start to freeze... little legs and arms start pushing and little voices start whining about not having enough room... suddenly, someone (again, someone being daddy) ends up pushed to the edge of the bed, barely clinging on and still being pushed and poked for more room... pretty soon you start to scramble... you know that if you try to move someone tiny back to their bed there will be some hollerin' and they will be back rather quickly for the cycle to begin again. Sleep on a pile of clothes on the floor? That starts to sound cozy. Move to another room? Still gotta worry about waking up in time for work... is the clock set to the correct time in the kids room? Hell, I don't know, I can't figure that thing out when I am wide awake...
Dammit... gotta do something... yeah, so daddy ends up in the bottom bunk.
I swear, even if the bed were twice the size there would still not be enough room...
Sigh....
On to a different topic...
I noticed yesterday that the sun was out and it felt good. I started feeling alive again, like my brain was working again... I started to understand things again and actually have the gumption to do things... like post...
I have been feeling brain dead (got the brain fog) for some time now, and kinda had a feeling it had something to do with the weather, but didn't really realize it until yesterday...
It was like a lightbulb went on in my head, literally... the sun and looking at our vacation pics from last summer
http://www.flickr.com/photos/treywafer/ made me want to like run somewhere... like into the future or something... hard to explain... you know what I am talking about...
Anywho...
One last note, just to get it off my chest... apparently these people I was trying to impress did not dig my flavor or something... they don't think I am all that, but I am telling you here, that I AM all that... my shit smells like dahlia's... I gots skills, dammit...
Posted 2/9/2006 at 11:25 AM


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I don't care what people think. people are stupid.
--Charles Barkley
Posted 2/9/2006 at 3:11 PM by WestCoastGold
I don't know what you're talking about. I always have enough room in that bed.
Posted 2/13/2006 at 12:47 AM by DoesNotApply


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