Health, wealth, hearth and harmony have all been at stake.
My response? I think imma gonna try posting on a semi, sometimes, but not quite regular basis.
Stay tuned...
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
So, Just Where Have I Been All These Months?
Well, life chased me down, caught me, and has been whacking the bejeezus out of me with the doody stick for a while now.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Haven't Posted for Almost a Year and a Half, But...
see that with only three posts I got over a 140 views.
Hmmm, maybe I should put some effort into this. I am a sucker for a forum to make as many people as possible go screaming into the night.
Hmmm, maybe I should put some effort into this. I am a sucker for a forum to make as many people as possible go screaming into the night.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Must be some confusion...
as to what The Doody Stick is or else it would be overrun with visitors. Yeah, that has gotta be it. Hey, AdSense hasn't been able to figure it out and I think that is a computer at Google that will eventually take over the world.* So, I guess I gotta explain what The Doody Stick isn't.** I'll proceed slowly and in increments so all of you can follow.***
Explanation By Elimination Lesson 1:
The Doody Stick ISN'T that which is framed by a pair of leather chaps in certain bars and during some parades.
*Colossus: The Forbin Project - Great movie, perverted computer.
** Already tried as best I could to explain what it IS.
*** And so I will have a fall back post when I can't come up with anything better.
Explanation By Elimination Lesson 1:
The Doody Stick ISN'T that which is framed by a pair of leather chaps in certain bars and during some parades.
End of lesson 1, go back to work.
*Colossus: The Forbin Project - Great movie, perverted computer.
** Already tried as best I could to explain what it IS.
*** And so I will have a fall back post when I can't come up with anything better.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
The Doody Stick is handed the doody stick
sh*t end first of course.
Yeah, I know I said it was about venting and whatnot, but I figured why not try and make a little cash. Unfortunately, as in the rest of life, they gonna make me work for even the opportunity:
Another look at my application? Took me twenty minutes to figure out how to submit it the first time.
Yeah, I know I said it was about venting and whatnot, but I figured why not try and make a little cash. Unfortunately, as in the rest of life, they gonna make me work for even the opportunity:
Another look at my application? Took me twenty minutes to figure out how to submit it the first time.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
When did we stop running?
RUN! Run, he's got a doody stick! Eeewwww!
Remember those playground cries and the chase that followed? Sure you do, whether you were running from the guy with the doody stick or you were the guy with it,* you do remember those days. In those days the only important thing was getting away from your doody stick wielding playmate -- you never questioned why he felt the need to get a doody stick and chase people. Or, if you happened to have armed yourself with the doody stick, you never really thought about why you did so or why you were chasing people -- it was just fun!
So what happened to those days and the doody stick after we grew up? Nothing. NOTHING! The doody stick is still with us and we still don't want to touch it. Only now, it is the shit stick and we only acknowledge it after we have been handed the shit end of it. Handed you say!? Yes handed. No longer does someone chase us with it and we vigorously and vocally try to avoid it. We're grown up now so we wait until our boss, wife/girlfriend,** husband/boyfriend, or whoever it may be hands it to us. After we get it we complain that we got it, or hope someone who cares will note that we got it, and then we deal with it -- all because we are adults and can't run away screaming anymore. What about those handing it over? Well, they never acknowledge they're doing it or think much about it -- they still get loads*** of pleasure from their actions, but the simple joy and acknowledgment of their actions are now shrouded in justifications that it was necessary for one reason or another.
Does any of this make sense? OF COURSE NOT! The doody stick is life and life makes very little sense. So why are we here?**** I have no idea why you're here, but I can tell you why I am. I'm here to acknowledge the craziness and vent a bit. If it amuses you, visit now and again. If not, well... then I'm sure there is a doody stick waiting for you and you can just go deal with it yourself.
* Maybe chauvinistic, but I never met a girl armed with a doody stick.
** Yes, the grossly challenged sex doesn't seem to shy from it's power when we move to the metaphorical.
*** Shitloads? Probably
**** Here on this blog, not here in life on this earth -- do I sound like a fuggin' swami whose gonna lead you to the light and maybe feed you some Kool Aide?
Remember those playground cries and the chase that followed? Sure you do, whether you were running from the guy with the doody stick or you were the guy with it,* you do remember those days. In those days the only important thing was getting away from your doody stick wielding playmate -- you never questioned why he felt the need to get a doody stick and chase people. Or, if you happened to have armed yourself with the doody stick, you never really thought about why you did so or why you were chasing people -- it was just fun!
So what happened to those days and the doody stick after we grew up? Nothing. NOTHING! The doody stick is still with us and we still don't want to touch it. Only now, it is the shit stick and we only acknowledge it after we have been handed the shit end of it. Handed you say!? Yes handed. No longer does someone chase us with it and we vigorously and vocally try to avoid it. We're grown up now so we wait until our boss, wife/girlfriend,** husband/boyfriend, or whoever it may be hands it to us. After we get it we complain that we got it, or hope someone who cares will note that we got it, and then we deal with it -- all because we are adults and can't run away screaming anymore. What about those handing it over? Well, they never acknowledge they're doing it or think much about it -- they still get loads*** of pleasure from their actions, but the simple joy and acknowledgment of their actions are now shrouded in justifications that it was necessary for one reason or another.
Does any of this make sense? OF COURSE NOT! The doody stick is life and life makes very little sense. So why are we here?**** I have no idea why you're here, but I can tell you why I am. I'm here to acknowledge the craziness and vent a bit. If it amuses you, visit now and again. If not, well... then I'm sure there is a doody stick waiting for you and you can just go deal with it yourself.
* Maybe chauvinistic, but I never met a girl armed with a doody stick.
** Yes, the grossly challenged sex doesn't seem to shy from it's power when we move to the metaphorical.
*** Shitloads? Probably
**** Here on this blog, not here in life on this earth -- do I sound like a fuggin' swami whose gonna lead you to the light and maybe feed you some Kool Aide?
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