Pop Royalty

Evidently this dude is considered the KING of Danish pop music.

To honor Big Dawg Seebach I will be featuring him on this blog from time to time.

If you haven't taken a dive into the manly world of Seebach...I suggest you do it.

He'll make you wish you were as great as him.

Though not the song listed in the picture above, click on the picture for some classic Seebach.

At first you think the man is joking in his videos.  Nope.  He was seriously this awesome.

If only this dude were still alive.  I'd want to hang with him.

I'm A Tight Wad

Smokes cost too darn much.

So for the duration of my career in developing lung cancer I have decided to save money.

The wad people walked me through making the cigarettes, thought I was hilarious, and promised me the smokes were "healthier" since they have all natural tobacco.

(That's kind of like saying drinking all natural motor oil won't hurt you as bad as synthetic.  But whatever.)

I was so pumped.

I was offered all kinds of accessories.  Gay little cigarette cases.  Zippos.  Incense.  Stogies.  Mugs.

I was happy enough with just the cancer, so I bid them farewell.

Big old bag of stanky cigarettes in hand.

It Ain't Old School. It's Just Plain Cool. Word.

Just like The Blow...

You can't grow up like I did and not know who this is.

Word.

---->Check it.<---

---->Oh Yeah Check This Too<---

Castle Doctrine

Pennsylvania is the 27th State to pass 'Castle Doctrine' Legislation

"Pennsylvania Gov. Tom Corbett signed the state's Castle Doctrine legislation into law on last week, making PA the 27th state to permit law-abiding citizens to use force, including deadly force, against an attacker in their home and any place they have a legal right to be. It also protects individuals from civil lawsuits by an attacker or attacker’s family when force is used."
               
The bill passed in the state House in a 164-37 vote and in the state Senate, 43-4.

People wish they looked this good.

Happy Turkey Day, Aunt J and Uncle R!

Miss and love you both.

Y'all keep it real, ya' hear?

The Gay

Santa Gay gave me two inspections without a single hitch.

Well, I guess the Gay's bullet proof attitude finally died.

My bank account is now flat.

***

Doooooder Aniversary

Happy 35 years, Dude!

God took five handfuls of mega-coolness, and made you.

You're the man.

Carry

The House passed national concealed carry reciprocity legislation on Wednesday evening by a vote of 272-154.

The bill, H.R. 822, is intended to allow persons who hold a concealed carry permit from one state to also carry anywhere in the country, with the exception of Illinois and Washington, D.C.

Cry because people aren't saying the right things.  "Bringing you down".
And laugh at them when things go poorly for them.

It works better if you can do both things in the same day.

Hallmarks of life.

P.S.  Ignore the fact that they came to be with you when you were afraid.

Got to hang with Chrystal, Dave G, & RM last night.

Tons of food, beer, and guns.

Gun raffles are excellent.

Word To The Blow

"Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks"

You can't grow up in the Warren, Ohio of the 80's and NOT know the Blow.

Classic Goodness Here

tonight was the last pro ass of the year.
the food was better than ever.

some people just have a natural sexiness about them.

Today was the most relaxing day I've had in a long time.

Switching

I'm pretty sure I'm going to switch to the big, red giant.

The yellow one has been disappointing me lately.

So now I'm going to be checking out what the red offers.  They are probably a better company.

Day from hell.
One of them days where you wish you hadn't gone in to work.
Just plain bad.
After work I went home for a bit to find garbage all over my deck.  After cleaning it up I went for a visit.
At one point I said "I love you" to someone.
In response I got " I'm not sure you do".
It hurt.

Home again.

Meeting

The Dude, Wildman, and myself made yet another trip down to hell today.

I drove down.

Felt kind of bad at one point:  we were all eating in the car when I spiked the brakes.  The Dude's biscuit slid off his plate and under my seat.

He muttered "awe Christ".  He no longer had a biscuit.

Damn I felt awful about it, even though I laughed pretty hard.

Our meeting was...well I won't even go into it.

Wildman drove back.  

11 hours or so in a Ford Fusion just isn't something that my tookis agrees with.

Dishwasher

My dishwasher hadn't been used in six months or so
So when I turned it on and went into the basement to check on my laundry, I had no idea the water wasn't running.
Oops.
Judging by the melted interior, those heating elements must get really hot.
I got it to work later even with all the meltiness.

Bullitt

Arguably the most famous Mustang in film.

And I bought a copy of the movie from the five dollar bin at Walmart.

Now that, was a something I never thought would happen.

I can't wait to watch it!

Keystone Date

The Chef and I made a trip to the gun club!

It was his first time at the range since the last time we went (his shooting days were interrupted by a hospital stay).

Chef had his trusty 9mm.

I brought the Jam-o-matic 9mm, my carry G27, the hefty JHP .45, and had the bippy on my hip.  The bippy didn't see any action, because I won't carry a filthy gun.

The best part of this trip was the fact that the Ninja came with us!

She looked fairly cute in her safety glasses.

She didn't participate in the shooting too much, but she shot the G27.  She hit the paper and everything.

That's pretty amazing since it was the first time for her to fire a gun.

(And the G27 is not the best first gun to shoot.)

Now at least she can see what it's like to be at a range.

I hope to have her at the range again...as many times as she wants.

My hopes are that she carries a firearm someday.

I need a bodyguard, after all.

Successful Trip

Wildman and I hit the road before 4AM to make the trip to Scranton.

The morning was filled with chit chat on life, work, and figuring out what we were going to do about this horrible job we are on.

We had a 5-plus hour drive.

The robot integrator we were meeting with had less than a two hour drive.

We still got to the job site way before them.  We were slightly early.  They were late.

The agenda was covered from top to bottom.  It involved a lot of walking into the pit, around the cell, and dealing with the wimpy robot guys who seemed to be offended by the thought of going into the pit.

After a successful visit, we took a half hour detour to pick up an old I-H.

The truck was lopsided for the rest of the way home, but that old beater dealt with it just fine.

This truck, of course, is the infamous "Dudick Truck".

Dudick Truck First Mention Here

Along the way we came across a forgotten fire truck that we both thought was incredible.

It must have been sitting there for over a decade, but looks to be perfect for a museum.

We needed several coffee stops along the way.

Talk about a dreary ride back.

But we filled the ride back with more talks on life and etc.

We made it home safely, and still came in to work on time the next day.

That's because an 18 hour work day won't stop Wildman and Stickman from being badasses.

The Road Ahead

Wildman and I are hitting the road again.

We leave before 4 in the morning.

Let's hope we don't have to squeegee a pit again.

But if we do, Wildman is surely the squeegee champ.

Route 79

Super K and I drove the Santa Gay right past the scene of the crime during today's travels...

From The Lebanon Daily News:

"ERIE, Pa.—Erie and state police are investigating the death of a man found shot in a bullet-riddled Jeep parked on Interstate 79.

Police have not release the name of the victim found in the passenger seat of the vehicle stopped in the passing lane of the southbound interstate, near the Route 90 interchange, about 7 a.m. Tuesday.

The Erie Times-News reports that Erie police are involved even though the man was found outside the city limits because they believe the victim might be linked to a reported shooting about 2 a.m. on Erie's East side. A caller told police that shots were exchanged between a minivan and a Jeep Cherokee, like the one in which the victim was found.

Police don't know if the driver was shot, too, but say the Jeep's interior was covered in blood."

There have been seven local shootings in the last two nights.

It seems like this is home, sweet home after all.

Everybody's starting to panic.  But not the Stickman.

This is still nothing compared to back home.

This town is still a bunch of pussies.

Old Obesen Still Going Strong

Well, this fan has been in my life for 20 years now.

It's so old and yellowed.

Due to its beat up and ugly appearance, I felt it was perfect for the garage.

Well, it started making odd noises and then the fan blades came off.

I put them back on but they are clearly worn out.

So the solution in the end is going to be a thorough cleaning, and putting lock-tite on the blades.

Old Obesen is going to be around for another 20 years.

Neighbor

Something slammed into my deck door.

Evidently I have a new neighbor.
All I've heard for the last two weeks (??? not sure) is a bunch of yelling.
"Eat your breakfast"
"Eat your dinner"
"Go to bed"
Clearly my old neighbors moved out.  And the she-bitch moved in.

After a few days of not hearing any children-voices, I was convinced that it must be some crazy woman yelling at nobody.

Well today I went out to the deck to have a cigarette (after hearing something hit the glass door) and there were two boys in camouflage staring at me.
They looked like two twin hillbillies.

One of them said "Hi Neighbor".

I said "How y'all doin'".

The other boy replied with something about the fact that they were playing with a frisbee.  Which explained why I heard something hit my deck doors.

Then there was a sound on the next deck, so I looked over.

I see some woman looking out of the next deck at me.  Smoking hot, but that never matters.

I just gave her my standard "what the hell you looking at" stare.

I decided it was time to just get the hell out of dodge.  Too many kids, and too much she-bitch for my taste.

So I fired up the Bonnie and rolled around town for a bit.

She ran real smooth.

I came back in time to see the neighbor's car pulling out of the driveway.  Thank God.

Now I am relaxing in peace.

Until the scream queen returns.

Maybe I should toss all my cigarette butts into her side of the yard.
It's time to move out into the country.

Screw all this yelling from the neighbors, and pansies shooting at each other over God knows what.

People need to screw their heads on straight.