Well, in spring I was going to get new rims and tires. Save my money and all that. But that changed today!
So I was planning on taking my Camaro to work, but it's just too unstable with the steering not being aligned. So I aborted and decided to head home. Since I had the car out and planning on getting new tires I stop in front of the house to smoke the tires and...
"Boilingthetiresboilingthetiresboilingthetires... boiling... the... tires... tires not boiling so hot now... not... boiling at all now." so naturally I stop and a good deal of the tire smoke was now coming from in front! I BOILED MY CLUTCH! I knew it wasn't going to last long with that engine, and it still works fine once it cooled down. But it aint gonna stand up to no drag races. Instead of a new set of tires I'll get the new rims and get a new clutch. Something mor fitting to the power of this engine. I have a Zoom clutch but it's not rated much higher than stock, I believe. So I'm going for a Centerforce II Dual Friction clutch. I may even get an aluminum flywheel while I'm at it.

We got snow today! It's a bit late for snow. It's been unusually warm and dry, but we finally got snow! I love snow, I love rain. I hate sun...
Thing is... there's a lot of car accidents out there. It's not freezing on the streets, it's barely sticking to grass. I don't have a clue why Coloradoans have such a hard time driving in snow. We're KNOWN for our snow and it's only common sense to drive in it. Coming home from KMart I saw a rolover accident on a straight stretch of road. I'm guessing we have a lot of people driving out there who have never lived anywhere where there is snow, thus have no idea how to drive in it.
Also, ever notice how on mountain passes and such you see Cadillac Escalades, Lincoln Navigators, Hummers, and things like that rolled in the ditches...
but you don't see old Chevy Blazers, Toyota pickups and SUVs, and other less prestigious four wheelers. I'm guessing these yuppies with lots of money buy these big expensive SUVs thinking their "More sophisticated" suv traction control will take over if they lose control, and all they have to do is sit back, and let the vehicle do it's thing.
"Well, I'm sideways in a ditch at 75 MPH. I'll just take this moment to stretch and take a breather while the Escelade fixes the problem."
or they're some sort of gang banger who played too much Midnight Club. On their cell phone
"AW SHIT! HOMIE! OH HOMIE THIS SHIT AINT RIGHT! WHAT IF THE COPS FIND THE CRACK I HAVE IN THE TRUCK, HOMIE!"
then either way... they go into a death roll, are ejected out the window, wind up paralyzed in the colorado river where their lifeless body is found frozen three days later in another state.
I think it's the Neatherlands that do this... but before you can get your driver's license you have to go through much more strict training. They put you on courses where you WILL hydroplane and you HAVE to learn how to deal with it. America can stand to learn a lesson from them. Besides, there's a reason some of the worlds best race drivers are in or from Europe.
Mebbe I should go to Europe (with the Camaro) and learn to stop driving like a raving loon and drugs... and learn to properly race...

Well, turns out a fighter I used to correspond with was dealt a TKO. I wonder if she had one of her titles on the line. Man, she's had a rough year. She was robbed in Korea (and so much so that their sports commissions are being investigated) and now this. I've seen in message boards where potential opponents were dodging her... obviously afraid. Perhaps the loss means they'll want to try their luck and she can make a big come back. I don't know any of the details... not sure what caused the fight to be stopped but I still want to see that fight. She has had a couple of EPIC matches!

http://hotrod-302.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2sx85u
Went out and dinked around on the Camaro a bit ago. He BIT me! Peeled a nice little piece of finger off, too. But got a little adjusting in on the front end, though I think there may be a tad too much toe out on the driver's side. I wanted to make everything nice and snug, because I'm taking him out further than before on Wednesday if the weather permits. Thing about cars like Meanie is that he does NOT like wet roads. He is extremely squirrely and will spin out. Made in 1969 there is NO traction control beyond my right foot! Hell, he'll flip on you if you go around a corner and give it to much gas. In the long run there's some work I'll be doing on the back end that will give the traction more bite.
Time for some softer rubber! This spring, I just need to do what I can to figure out the biggest 17 inch rim I can stuff in the back. It's not as easy as it sounds. I have to figure out the backspacing and such, clearing the suspension, not ripping the tires with the sidewalls and all that jazz.

You know why I hate stairs? Because I have a bad habit of going down them face first! Ow, that's going to smart tomorrow. Fortunately it was going down with only a few steps so basically I face planted on the landing. The problem I have with my feet means sometimes they lock up and jam.

You accidentally set the coleslaw on fire.

A very expensive bit of crystal vase. (I can't recall the name off hand.) and... thought I had it all cleaned up until my FOOT found a nice shard of it. I hope I got it all out. More pissed about breaking it, though. We have a collection of this crrystal bottles and vases and even lamps. This vase was worth a good $150. I guess the value of the line just went up a bit!
As y'all know my mother is disabled and we got a house for both of us, and we were setting her bedroom up when I broke it. (crap) We were using it as an Indian Fetish Pot (not THAT kind of fetish... get your mind outta the gutter!) with raven feathers, an eagle feather, wolverine and badger fur, sage, cedar, schweetgrass... even a bear claw and lynx claw!

I used to be well versed enough to know what happens when you break it... now I can't recall. Probably something bad...

Of all my silly little rivalries I gotta give credit where it is due. One of my rivals, a person I have so little respect for, has posted THE FIRST bit of art ever... that is a positive representation of women in the sport of boxing. 1,927 pics posted and he finally managed to post something good! Everything else is borderline or flatout porn and a slap in the face to anyone who has ever thrown a punch. His general disregard for exploring the sport was, for a moment, thinking clearly about how the sport wants to be seen! But it was short lived. He immediately reverted to the living embodiement of narcissism on a severe degree and a perverted one at that. (I mean, seriously, I'm a little bit of a narcissist, I know a lot of pretty big narcissists... this guy has his picture by the definition. Seriously, this guy sees ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING he does... as a MASTERPIECE. Almost as if he walks out and sees the newspaper "A MASTERPIECE!" then he sees his mailbox "A MASTERPIECE!" and then later his toilet "A MASTERPIECE!" and unzips his fly "A MASTERPIECE! I must TOUCH it!")
He went right back to hiring prostitutes to put on boxing gloves and pose for him, and posting pics he had no hand in creating so he can bask in the glory of others hard work. (Almost everything he has posted came from mini novels, magazines, so on. Much of what he's posted has no more effort than to tell an artist "This picture... only instead of men I want the fighters to be hot CHICKS" and then he gets the hits.)

But really, I'm heading out now to go meet with some co workers. Our store manager lost his job and none of us like it. So we're going to see what (if anything) we can do. Plus, he just put in year #42 with the company. He was a good store manager, as far as I'm concerned. Our profits are UP, he's strict but fair and responded well to a sense of honor and integrity. Many folks didn't get along with him, but those people didn't know how good we had it with him. So we're meeting at Red Robin... where there's a Royal Red Robin Burger with my name on it! Normally I aint the "Hang out with co workers after work" type (Don't get me wrong, I love those guys. But being around SO many people all day every day... I like my time where it's quiet and chill)

When they come to my deli and ask when something like... rotisserie chickens... will be ready. You tell them, and they say they'll be back. So... an hour later about the time you said comes they come back and they ask for a specific flavor. Turns out nobody put that one on to cook. I didn't know, when she asked I just walked in and they were already cooking. So she goes off on me "I have been standing around for an HOUR!" I try apologizing and... no go. She's still pissed. I have ten people waiting to be served so I get her the closest I could, then another person drops a big order (80 chicken wings, 40 Asian style which is like a pestachio... you can't eat just one. They're addicting, they're SO GOOD and 40 spicy) so I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, realize I don't have enough, so I run to get more. Along the way the other chicken bitch says rather loudly "WE should have gone to SAFEWAY!" (our competition)
I say rather loudly "Yeah, shame they're CLOSING DOWN! They're gonna be gone when their lease is up."
Kinda pissed her off. Kinda pissed off the boss she yelled at. Boss that she yelled at confirmed I am right, and warned me to watch my mouth... even if I'm being funny. Like...
Someone wanted me to make 8 of our 5 foot sandwiches. They wanted it in half an hour. Which we can't do. By the time we defrost the bread, cut the meat, so on and so forth it'd be hours before we could do it. They get pissy about it... SO... I say...
"I'm sorry, but hiring Harry Potter is not in the budget, so therefore we don't have the ability to alter physics. I'm sorry."

I wish I knew someone who could tranlate dreams. I had a STRANGE one last night.
So... get this...
In the dream I'm just doing normal crap, but I keep stopping and noticing hair. Hair coming out of my nose. I don't mean nose hair, I mean great big GOBS of WET hair. Like what you'd pull out of a brush. Then it was coming out of the pores in my nose, then my arms, out of my throat. Just big wet tangles of LONG hair.
I imagine it must come from my paranoia of losing my hair. I am very vain about my hair, I have long hair and aside from needing a trim, I take pretty good care of it for a straight guy.

And today wasn't made easier at work today... it was the day we all could dress up for halloween (I thought it was tomorrow, so I missed out) and two of the hottie co workers in the store were dressed as a female Robin... and Batgirl. Now, the rumor is that they're both romantically involved with each other. But being a comic book geek... and seeing two very attractive "Barely legal" girls in skirts so short that if either one of them farted I'd be able to see EVERYTHING... just made the day both entertaining and frustrating.
As for them being romantically involved, it's possible. But also rumors always seem to run rampant. I know they'ree friends, and they're both very pretty, and guys will often think out loud about what they want.
So I'll probably be dreaming about long legs and firm butts in rather form fitting latex like material...
Whoa, a journal NOTABOUT SKANKY HOS!

HOs!
Remember all that talk I had going about how I hate hos. I have rivalries with people who completely embodie everything this is being a ho... and how I just don't understand how... we as a society can't stand hos. They're unacceptable. If a ho lived in your neighborhood they'd be mocked and teased... unless their pimp was a real badass. Yet at the same time a lot of hos are admired and loved so greatly. Look at the rivals I have who I always butt heads with and make fun of. Look how they dress.
They a ho.
Look at how they act.
They a ho.
Look at what they want their friends to do.
They a ho.
Look at how they WANT people to see them.
They sure ass... a ho.
Everything from the art they post, the way they act, and how I'm sure their homes smell like dried up cum... says they're hos. All of them. Sure, some are bigger hos... but a ho by any other name is still a ho. I mean... I've looked and there isn't a single aspect that I can see on them... that would conflict that they are, in fact, a ho.
So while I was going on about hos one friend of one ho got uppity. Notiriously someone who has had a lot of problems, and they have very little self esteem and a lot of depression. He came to white night for his little ho friend because she makes him feel special. Well, that's what a ho does. A ho makes someone who isn't special FEEL special. It's in the ho creedo.
So there's a TV commercial that reminds me of the discussions I had with the friend of a ho.
A guy in a therapists office sitting there saying "And I guess the color yellow just makes me feel sad..."
Then the therapists goes on...
"Wanna know what makes me feel sad... YOU DO! MAYBE we should chug on over to mamby pampy land and find some SELF CONFIDENCE FOR YOU YOU JACKWAGON! Tissue?" tosses the box of tissues at the guy "Crybaby"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhlWddAXSRA

When it comes to health insurance... never wait. Yesterday my nice, Ashley, broke her arm. Her husband had decided to wait a while to put her on his insurance policy (Common law marriage, I guess it somehow means he can be insured and she cant. I dunno the details)so she's paying out of pocket for everything. Well, HE is paying. From the SOUNDS of things he didn't want that money taken out of his pay check. NOW he will have to pay out more.
People often decline getting health insurance or decide to wait "I never get sick" \
But you may get hurt... then what? Visitin an ER and getting a hard cast and needing medicatipon for the pain costs more than the cost of health coverage.
I know in the US people freak out when socialized medicine comes up. "Taxes go way up! I don't want to pay that!" but I think socialized medicine would go a long way to help save our country.
I have heard talk of people who are going to vote on things during coming elections that will literally make the US economy crash into another great depression. As in people starving to death, everyone losing their homes, that sort of thing. "It's the only way to save the country...to start over from scratch."
I don't think it's that drastic. A BIG help is requiring cvompanies from doing all this automated crap, and cutting jobs so the CEO can make more money. Make them hire people to do jobs so people have mponey to spend. Let everyone get medical coverage. Not just those who make more money. That would help a lot, I think. It may not fix the country... but I certainly don't think intentionally slitting our own throats will help anything at all.
Don't wait... if you can get health coverage then DO it. Sitting on it can cost a lot more.

Updated because I was using my phone and as many of you know my hands don't work so hot and the buttons are REALLY small.

If it acts like a ho is it unreasonable to TREAT it like a ho? I mean, not someone who dates a lot.
I mean a HO. As in a whore. Someone who when asked about their better half they turn around and shake their butt. (WHile WE with some DIGNITY will talk of relationships)
A ho, as in someone who dresses EXTREMELY provocatively.
A ho, as in someone whose sex life pretty much consists of all their friends.
A ho, as in someone who posts nude (art) of themselves to make friends and get attention.
I mean... does it get any more ho than that? Yet, their friends will rush to their defense saying "They're NOT A HO! They're just very social." or even *giggle* "A free spirit"
Ever watch Boondocks on Cartoon Network?
RIley would say "Yeah, dat is a ho! I should know!"
Grandad: "I know a lot about hos, and that there is a ho of the skanky variety. That's a ho I wouldn't even touch."
Huey: "That is definately... a ho. I wouldn't breathe the same air in case herpes becomes airborne."
Santa "HO HO HOboy"

Isn't it our civil DUTY to point out hos? We gotta know who everyone is. I'm "The guy who has that loud and obnoxious hot rod." and well... it's true. "It's the guy who drives like a LUNATIC!" and that is true. "Guy is a fucking asshole" and yeah... I AM and PROUD of it! So... why shouldn't I point at a ho and say "That... is a ho."
"The HOOOOOOOOOO TRAINNNNNNNNN!"
I should give them some pot. Then they'd bbe "High ho, high ho. It's off to work they go... spreading desease on their knees high ho, high ho high ho high ho... hi ho"
Okay, I'm gonna stop now...

So many of you recall my thinking about telling about a horrific event that terribly scarred someone I care about, and me...
The person that reminds me of the situation most is on Deviantart, Drewhammond.
1,487 pics posted. All of which are fighting women. Not a single one an acurate depiction of what the sport is about, not a single one in homage to what these athletes stand for. Even snuff art. If you considered him paying even $10 for each picture you get a good idea of how invested he is to his very deeply rooted obsession. One pic he has shows sexy women in an arena, one skewered to the ground by a sword. He has many pictures where he has hired what must be strippers or prostitutes to portray. He calls everything he posts a MASTERPIECE! It'd be like me going out to work
"WOW! A LOTUS! IT'S A MASTERPIECE.... WHOA! A PT CRUISER! A MASTERPIECE!.... WHOA! A BMX BIKE.. THAT IS A MASTERPIECE!... WHOA! FRIED CHICKEN! THAT IS A MOTHERFUCKING MASTERPIECE"
The personality traits on display are very similar to those that bother me. Mostof the art he has, I don't think he dreamed up himself. I KNOW for a FACT that much of it are illustrations from old kink novels. I question if he has the artists blessings to post that shit. He didn't create it, he didn't commission most of it, much of it he didn't even put forth the effort to put it in a scanner and hit "scan".
I will consider telling about what happened. It doesn't involve Drewhammond, but he reminds me of a criminal I put away once. (Helped put away)

Okay, so we all know by now that lately this whole erotic boxing crap is eating at me lately. So I got in touch with someone special, and found that she grants permission to tell her story.
Now, part of me thinks it might be a good idea. If one person can change by hearing this terrible, graphic, and sickening story then it takes a bit of her pain away. It means she didn't go through it for NO reason. She educated people on what happened, let them know the mistakes SHE made and how to avoid it. Maybe make someone else a better person.
At the same time I honestly don't think the eroticc boxing people will care. They pretend to care, they SAY they care, but they dont. In their mind they know they'll never take my challenge. One has already told me they have and that it had positive results. They just don't know that I know what I know which says to the contrary. The challenge is "Take all your art... ALL of it and go to a professional boxing event and hand it over to a professional female boxer and see what happens."
So the foxy will say they're doing nothing wrong, yet they wont do it because they KNOW they'll piss off the fighter, and possibly be nailed for sexual harrassment. "I'm totally innocent of doing anything wrong or disrespectful... but I won't do it because I don't wanna get in trouble."
Also, the story of what happened... which I wouldn't sugar coat... I fear might put a wedge between some friends. Sometimes when you learn something like this it creates an uncomfortable feeling about the person, not intentional I know. I know because I've done that. Had something revealed about a friend and... even though they weren't at fault and even though I still love 'em... I can't see them in the same light.
So... to tell the story in hopes that maybe it will wake one of those people up (Because it did ME. It WOKE me up. Once it hit me it scared the FUCK out me.) and maybe give a little ray of positive to a horrible event...
or not put myself through it again and expose people to it who it wont help. It's TOUGH to choose "Give tragedy meaning or protect those from tragedy"

One of two journals tonight.
Dead Rising 2 ROCKS... until you get to the point of the "Super zombies" in which case it gets to be so lop sided in diffuclty it's rediculous. "You have been attacked by a super zombie, it has you pinned to the ground. To break free you must... jigglethejoystickhittwobuttonswithinonesecondcuedatrandomotherwisewaittensecondswhilebeingmauledbeforeyouhaveanotherchancetobreakfreeandyourlifedwindlesbeforeyourveryeyes."
Seriously... it's been hard just to get to the fuckin' DOOR!

Yeah, another of those journals... only this one is funny as hell...
"Attention all! My name is (you all know the people I speak of) and I am a foxy boxer. I will be kicked out of my apartment because I cannot pay my rent, so PLEASE donate some fap-art even though it wont help me continue to have shelter. Now hear my words of sorrow... SORROW! I sit and I stumble through these streets I call home. No one does see me, no more now known. SEX is all that makes this world turn round. My art, poetry, and 3D models are all FREE comodoties now. These things need a gimmick, these things need a catch. So WILLINGLY I make a living by men pounding my ass. I'm the willing whore of the streets of this fandom fapped to by the masses of this city and admired for my titties. Let me fap off for you so you fap off for me so I may have SEVERAL cocks jammed inside of me. LAUGH at my sorrow and ABUSE me like trash (okay!) for the commissions I ask leave me strapped for some cash. I wanna be this and but I don't wanna BREED but now I'm proudly a part of YOUR society! I am what you made me."
At this rate they're going to have to eat ME to survive.
"Yeah, good luck trying to catch me you Prius driving fatty!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZwSw90fYcA&feature=player_embedded#!
With apologies to the creator's for Foamy for so brutally fucking up the poem... but I couldn't resist.

OH I just learned a new word. Gives me all kinds of ideas about my rantings as an anti-erotic boxing nut into a comic strip. We all know the Green Lantern, right? Well... look up the word Slattern... and all those who know me know what I'm thinking. Just a shame I can't MAKE this comic witout getting into trouble.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/defi.....?term=slattern

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I love what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

They made a movie about 'Slide.
He dies, goes to hell, and breaks out. All to protect his girl. (In 'Slide's case it was Sierra)
"You can't stop ME!"
Fast cars, badasses, big guns...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZlQfT44Oww
If that aint 'Slide then it's just because Nicholas Cage is too short to be 'Slide.

Anyone else out there playing Dead Rising 2?

Okay... so my hands have been hurting lately. Now, I'm mostly ambidextrous. I can do anything left handed as I can right handed, except write (When I try to write left handed it's like... part of it wants to write backwards and part of it wants to write forward. But here's what's odd...
since I'm using my left hand for using the mouse my typing is all messed up. Like... the keys are backwards. I keep having to go back and correct things.

Just got done taking the Camaro around the block a few times. Nice cool night, trying to get adjusted to the clutch since it's been so long since I drove a stick, and this engine has a much more agressive cam.
According to the air/fuel ratio guage I'm running WAY lean. But I dont trust the guage yet, I gotta read the plugs. Still ran pretty nice, though! It does not like slow cruising, not at all. With the lopey idle it has if you're not giving part throttle it begins to lurch with the idle lope. It will bark the tires if you let it go on to much. "rrrumprrrumprrrumprrrump"
It is probably running a tad leaner because instead of putting a plug on the nipple for the PCV valve I am running a valve so it's getting more air. If it's going to need only one jet size up I'll have to order jets. my 69s are occupied in my truck.
Anyway, just some ramblingz.

Got this from Frost Claw Studios.

♥To every guy that said, "Sex can wait"

♥To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"

♥To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her

♥To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down.

♥To every guy who has given her flowers just because thats how he rolls

♥To every guy that said he would die for her.

♥To every guy that really would.

♥To every guy that did what she wanted to die for

♥To every guy that cried in front of her...

♥To every guy that she cried in front of...

♥To every guy that holds hands with her.

♥To every guy that kisses her with meaning..

♥To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.

♥To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.

♥To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.

♥To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.

♥To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to
see her for ten minutes

♥To every guy that would give his seat up...

♥To every guy that just wants to cuddle.

♥To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.

♥To every guy who told his secrets to her.

♥To every guy that showed how much he cared through every word and every breath.

♥To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.

♥To every guy that believed in her dreams.

♥To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them

♥To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.

♥To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door

♥To every guy that gave his heart.

♥To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy repost this with: "Nice guys STILL finish last "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy"

AND anyone wants to cry like a little bitch about chain letters... I'll give ya a chain... to drag yer ass behind my truck with.

Now that's my kind of hero! Not to mention his taste in weapons.
For those who don't know Jonah Hex was a soldier in the ol' west. He wound up killing his best friend, and the guy's father took it personal and killed Jonah's family and made him watch. The bad guy (whose name I forget) branded Jonah's face, disfiguring him but left him alive so he could see his face every day, and left him hanging on a cross. Jonah was near death when the local American Indians saved him and when he nearly died he came back with mystical powers, he can communicate with the dead. Not to mention he's borderline immortal himself.
He's just like an old west version of Landslide... only without the warm fuzzy side. And it gets good from the beginning!
"A man who has revenge in his heart should dig two graves. One for the man he kills... and the other for himself. I recon mine can wait."

So on Saturday we hit another haunted house attraction. Rated #11 in the country no less! Though I was let down, they did have some good points. A few good props that looked right out of the Spawn movie and then a 15 foot tall skeletal ogre with a corpse taking swipes at us.
THey also had shows for wwhile you wait in line. My favorite was the HOT fire dancer. She had fans, a lot like those folding paper fans, only they were on fire. Wearing a loin cloth and face paint she had a gypsy look about her. Plus... she was hot.
Then, just before you go into the "Blood Shed" they had a 2 foot tall woman. Not sure if she was a midget, a dwarf, or what. There are so many varieties, but I've never met such a small person. HEr thing to entertain the crowd... inflate a 4 foot long balloon and stuff it down her throat. Dwarf erotica people would have been in love. She was a cute little thing, too.

So I get a 500 GB hard drive for my PS3. Then I find to back up the PS3 I needed to have 29 GB flash drive or external hard drive. Usually about $150, but I found one at Office Depot for $70. So I back up the system, a good 2 1/2 hours later I pull the stick drive and install the new hard drive. I get the cue to hit the PS button on the controller, do so. Then it says it cannot be started properly and to hit the PS button again to try and restart OR hit start and select at the same time. I put in the stick drive and...
It says it doesn't see the software. The stick drive is full and when I plug it into my PC I check it and there is PS3 right there, the only folder on the memory stick.
THe amount of money I invested to get that damn thing upgraded only for it to not work... was half way to a brand spankin' new 320 GB PS3.
I even tried downloading the software from the sony web site.
So unless someone has some brilliant ideas as to what I'm doing wrong... I'm out about $160.