Monkeyfister

OK. Alright. Pull up a brew, and tell me, what the hell is going on widjas? I do believe that this past week was one of the longest three weeks I've had in a long time. I'm glad it's done. How's 'bout you? Here comes the weekend. Live it up!



I'm getting a change of jobs in the coming weeks. Back to Events Promotion. What I was hired to do. I had a GREAT time of being "The Retirement Guy," for so many people at a special time in their lives. It started to get tiring, as people started to forget that this was a favor, a nicety that my workplace permitted because the money was flowing, and it was great PR and visibility. Things have changed, Money flow is over, and people started taking me for granted, dropping their info on me two days before due ( big no-no), using high-up connections to accommodate them at last minute, complaining to the Big, Big Boss if we couldn't accommodate their lack of planning. It was really going from a really cool job position to fucking WORK, quickly, and my smile was becoming forced at an ugly pace. I cannot wait to get back to where I belong. In my transition time, I've started recording some ad spots for our local and National events. Local radio stations will be airing my voice again very soon, and I'll be heard at movie theaters on an increasing basis.

Just had an extraordinarily good phone conversation with my dad, who just buried his little Brother. My Uncle Don. It delayed my posting this, but made it better it the fact that my Dad and I just bonded like we never have. Not forced, not strained, not really borne of Uncle Don's passing, really, but he finally and solidly recognized me, and aknowledged my value to our tribe. Probably TMI to y'all. At any rate-- great discusion, and friends-making with my Dad. We made some plans...

He and my Mom and I are going with my cousins to the 37th National Storytelling Festival, October 2-4, 2009 in Jonesborough, Tennessee!. IActually, I'm going to drive out and meet them, across the state. I'm GIDDY! My two cousins are dear friends as well, and they are both beautifully gifted teachers. Story-telling has always been of interest to both of them, and I love to be by a campfire with them.

I won't be at Wheatland this year. I have some solid fun to have with my family. These days of awesome cross-country reunions with my folks are waning. I want to do as many of these get-togethers as we can, as often as possible.

This week has been fucking crazy, and tiring, but here in the last few hours, it's ending well for me, and I hope, for you.

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We've sort of been doing this Census thing for a long time, but it doesn't take much to get Michele Bachmann hearing jackboots.



She's truly frightening, and I wonder HOW Minnesotans could have re-elected her.


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Labels: Batshit Crazy, Clown Car, Crazy Michele Bachmann

I keep hearing the same argument over and over-- People who like their Private Health Insurance Plan don't want a Public Health Plan, or FEAR one. Who the fuck ARE these people? I've never met one, but I might not be in the hip crowd. What say you?

How Many People Do You Know Who Love Their Health Insurance Company?
	Lots
	A Few
	A Couple
	One
	None
	Everyone I Know Complains
	I've Heard Of More People Being Screwed Over
	Private Health Insurance? Who Can Afford It?
Free polls from Pollhost.com

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Labels: Health Insurance

Breaking: Heart Attack.



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In June of 1970, Pittsburgh Pirate, Dock Ellis, pitched a no-hitter against the San Diego Padres with a head full of LSD. He wasn't expecting to have to pitch that day... This is his story.



You can't judge a book.


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Labels: Baseball, LSD-25

Our good friend, Hoff, turned me on to Woot! some years ago. I check it every day, not necessarily for the stuff they are selling on any given day (which is often quite worth buying), but for the absolutely hysterical product descriptions.

Today, they are hawking some sort of TV recorder thing (as I don't own a TV, I have no idea what the use of this thing really is), but the write-up had me in stitches all day, and I couldn't wait to get home to post it.

Witness!

via Woot!.com

Sanford & Sling

Believe me, being the governor of a small Southern state is no picnic at Fort Sumter. So every once in a while, I just need to drop out and get my head together, dig?

No security detail. No calls home to the wife. No statement to the press. Just a governor and his hiking boots and a pathway between the trees. It’s easy to forget that although I’m the biggest dog on the South Carolina porch, beyond all the pomp and circumstance, even a governor is only a man. Which is equivalent to, say, a medium-size dog. It’s humbling.

The only problem is, how do I keep up with my favorite TLC reality programming? Ask Lindsey Graham: if I miss even one episode of L.A. Ink or Say Yes To The Dress, I get awful grumpy. You don’t want to be on Death Row waiting for a pardon on those days, believe me.

Yeah, I know they’re on in reruns. Sure, I could TiVo them. But IT’S NOT THE SAME.

So whenever I disappear without explanation for days a time, I make sure I bring my WiFi-equipped laptop and hike to a hotspot by the time my stories come on. Thanks to the Slingbox SOLO, I can watch and control my home TV from just about anywhere there’s an Internet connection. A simple interface lets me watch, pause, rewind, and fast-forward my cable, satellite, DVR, or DVD player.

In an ideal world, I’d have even more mobility with the Slingbox iPhone app (sold separately). But since AT&T; won’t allow SlingPlayer streaming over the 3G network, you still need to find a WiFi hotspot to watch your SlingBox on your iPhone. Sucks for me, but I’m sure AT&T; just wants to keep their 3G network uncluttered. Or they’re working on a competing service. I even called AT&T; to see if they’d make an exception for the gov, but they just tried to sell me a cable upgrade. I guess not even a governor can always get what he wants. Like I said, humbling.

Anyway, I guess it’s time to head back to civilization and put a few days in leading my state. I sure hope we haven’t been invaded by Georgia or something while I’ve been gone. But hey, if we have? You guys’ll have to work it out. I’m going hiking at an undisclosed location.

The Lindsey Graham, "Say Yes To The Dress" line made me spit coffee everywhere, this morning.


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Labels: Republican Family Values, Woot.com

This is a great, heaping pile of excellent resources for those suffering through this Depression. Very-much worth the reading. The link has the first 64 articles, more through the link.

via Financial Armageddon

Although I include links to hundreds of blogs and other websites at Financial Armageddon and When Giants Fall that can help visitors understand what is going on in the world and how best to cope, whenever I come across others that might also prove useful, I'm happy to point them out.

As it happens, today I stumbled across a mother lode of sites geared towards those who are unemployed. Denise Gabbard, a professional recruiter and career coach, has posted this collection, entitled "100 Tips, Tools, and Resources - To Help You Survive Without a Job," at the Cleveland Unemployment Examiner.

This is must-reading in these times, and I thank L. Fabry at Radiography Skills, and Bill Vick for putting it together:

At some point in their life, everyone has to deal with losing a job. The below sites are essential resources for those who need help with dealing with unemployment, getting expert advice, as well as preparing for the search for the next employer.

Thank you for taking the time to put this up, Michael Panzner.


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Labels: Hard Times, Survival, The Bush Depression

Uber White Man, Dennis Prager, has a deep thought about that thar uppity wimmins, Senator Barbara Boxer, that is troubling him.

His logic-flow, or lack thereof, troubles me.

via WTF Is It Now?

Second, and both more revealing and more instructive, is to understand how inconceivable it would be for a male senator to make such comments.

Indeed, Mr. Prager, it WOULD be inconceivable to imagine any Senator, including Barney Frank, who wouldappreciate being called anything but their actual title-- "Senator." (save for Lindsey Graham, who is probably squishing in her his seat to be called "Ma'am.")

I'm not one to deny any man or woman his or her fetish, mind you, but really... A Senator is to be called "Senator."

Maru, as always, has more.


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A twofer!!!

To be a fly on the wall...


White Guys... Ur doin it White!

Rock on.


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Labels: Clown Shoes, Conservative Values Department of DUH, Racist Right Wing, Wingnuts On Parade

This is a masterpiece. Truly a must-see.

via YouTube. In very-high quality.

A group of legendary Cuban musicians, some as old as their nineties, were brought together by Ry Cooder to record a CD. In this film, we see and hear some of the songs being recorded in Havana. There is also footage from concerts in Amsterdam and New York City's Carnegie Hall. In addition, many of the individual musicians talk about their lives in Cuba and about how they got started in music.

Oh, I've been hoping to share this for a very long time.


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Labels: Buena Vista Social Club, Cuba, Hot-Ass Music, Ry Cooder