It’s been a while since I asked for a little help from you fabulous people – fabulous in a free beer sort of way, not fabulous in a Richard Simmons sort of way – but today will be a rare exception.
The beautiful scholar-athlete on the
right left is my niece Kaitlin (in white). She plays for the University of Pittsburgh’s Women’s Ultimate Frisbee team – codenamed “Danger.” Danger is having an amazing year, going undefeated (6-0) in Sectionals, with Regionals set for next weekend.
Kaitlin’s team is a club sport, and they get little to no money from the university, so they’re trying to raise money for tournament fees, transportation, and lodging. They set a goal of $5,000, and as of today, they are just $1,035 short. The deadline is April 30th, so if you could throw a few bucks their way, I would greatly appreciate it.
You can find all the info here, and if you check the donor wall, you’ll see my name. Seriously, $5 or $10 can really make a difference, so if you’re inclined, it would really help them out.
Thank you in advance.
Earlier I received a message from WordPress notifying me today is my tenth anniversary on their platform. I started blogging in 2006 on Blogger, but when that platform went to shite, I changed over to WP. My inaugural blogging date is 6-6-06, but it’s nice to get milestone reminders every now and then.
In celebration, a timely quote from arguably my favorite comedic film can be seen below…
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You may have noticed I have not been replying to comments in a timely fashion of late. I would blame the trend on work, but as it happens, I am on Christmas vacation!
No criminal investigations, no felonious thugs, and no irritating coworkers until January 6th! That’s right, kids, I am enjoying a glorious fifteen days off – in a row!
Since I am now second in my squad for seniority, I take Christmas week off regularly. And since I rarely take long vacations, I always accrue use-em-or-lose-em days, so I am burning those during the second week. It’s pretty awesome.
In the meantime, I am fattening myself up on Christmas cookies – before the dreaded January 1st jump back onto Atkins – playing video-games, and completing the honeydew list. Kyle keeps begging me to start teaching him how to drive, so I may take him out one day during the break. Maybe.
Posts will still appear regularly, and I’ll be on here when I can, but mostly I am sitting back and decompressing from my awful, stress-filled job.
Today is The O.K. Corral’s second anniversary.
Blogging has been a harsh mistress over the years, but despite the fact I’ve been through far too many blogs after Support Your Local Gunfighter had to shut down, writing is still fun. It’s still fun posting, it’s still fun reading comments, and generally interacting with all of you.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t an attention whore, but really, blogging attracts attention whores. I mean, seriously, what kind of gall does it take to think other people give a rat’s ass about what you think? In effect, bloggers are the internet’s politicians, and blogging is Hollywood for very ugly people.
As always, thank you for reading, lurking, commenting, and generally giving me a platform to spout off on everything from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Obviously, there are more items in column B than in column A. Thanks again!
Rock legend Tom Petty has passed away after suffering a heart attack. He was only 66 years old.
So far this week has sucked copious amounts of ass, and it’s only Tuesday.
Tom Petty died on Monday, one day after he was found in cardiac arrest at his home, Variety has confirmed.
The iconic singer, 66, was rushed to the hospital and placed on life support after he was found unconscious inside his Malibu home, TMZ first reported on Monday. He was rushed to UCLA Santa Monica Hospital, where sources told the gossip site that he had no brain activity and a decision was later made to take him off life support.
Petty rose to fame with his band Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in the 1970s with hits like “American Girl” and “Free Fallin.’” The band recently completed a 40th anniversary tour. Their last performance was on Sept. 25 at the Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles.
Heartbroken. I listened to his music on my Walkman for hours and hours traveling to and from college. His music is timeless, and he was larger than life. I can no way express the grief I feel right now. It’s like losing a family member.
Below is not only one of my favorite Petty songs, but also the greatest video ever aired on MTV. Enjoy.
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Last week I mentioned our summer vacation at the Jersey shore. During said vacation, Mr. Skin Cancer got his upper arms scorched – because I’m a stubborn, stupid, silly man. The burn was fairly severe, but I sucked it up and went to work.
This week, my arms started peeling, and the sunburned skin dried up to the point of pain. I rotated between applying aloe lotion to my arms during the day and Gold Bond anti-itch cream at night. Things were progressing slowly, so I made an appointment with my dermatologist. I figured I’d rather he yell at me now than later.
Last night, I went to bed at 1am and woke up at 4 to a wet shirt. My arms were leaking some discolored liquid, and, thinking it was an infection, I rushed to the ER. One doctor came in the room and asked what happened and what I put on the burns. After he listened to me, he left and brought in a specialist. The specialist heard about the Gold Bond and stopped me in mid-sentence.
“There’s your problem. The skin was cracked and broken, and the Gold Bond caused a chemical reaction which started the oozing.”
Hooray. The doctor had the nurse apply silvadene creme on my arms, covered them with gauze, and wrapped the arms to keep everything stable. I was also given prednisone for the burns, and benadryl for the itching. The itching is by far the worst part, but falling asleep immediately after the benadryl means no work for a day or two.
So there you have it. Once again, my health is a mess, and I am ready to be turned into a cyborg.
On June 6, 2005, a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed dreamer took fingertips to keyboard in an attempt to unleash his biting wit upon the world. A dozen years later, I am still trying to lure in readers with sexy photos of Milana Vayntrub, bile-fueled rants, top-notch sarcasm, and Oxford commas.
The O.K. Corral has not taken off like SYLG did, but I attribute that to the declining popularity of blogs in general, and the fact people were tired of me starting, then quitting blogs. The good news is most of the regulars are still here, and I still receive epic hate mail.
I appreciate you guys sticking around to read my nonsensical rantings, and supporting my when I was off my meds. I’m doing my best to keep you entertained, and plan to continue for as long as I am able.
Sorry about the lack of posts today – or you’re welcome if you hate this blog – but life interfered.
My neighbor Denny – aka Captain America – had his two five-story tall trees taken down. It has been an all-day project, and because of the height of the trees, the electric company left us without power. All day. On my day off.
So no video games, no blogging, and no sharing my sex tapes on YouTube.
In the interim, I did get a few things done. I reorganized the shed, bought new work shoes, and washed my balls. Well, my lacrosse balls. After a while lacrosse balls turn into “greasers” – not Mexicans, the other kind. Dirt, wetness, and the elements make the balls lose their grip, so – like my personal balls – they need to be scrubbed.
Unfortunately, they need to be scrubbed with sandpaper – the lacrosse balls, not my personal balls. It’s a long, painstaking job, but I cleaned two dozen balls in a few hours, so now I don’t have to hear Kyle whining about his shots going awry for a week or two.
I promise tomorrow will be a full plate, and I think I finally have a really good caption contest photo. Time will tell.
When I started blogging, the only real platform available was BlogSpot. BlogSpot was great for its time, and I spent three years there boring people and posting pics of fabulous babes.
Then, on this day in 2008, my friend Jim purchased a domain name at WordPress, and blogging history was made.
I only know this is the day I began on WordPress because they sent me a keen little notification. My official start at SYLG on Blogger was June 6, 2005, and my first post here was October 30, 2015. Since I’m getting older, and my feeble brain is failing me, I need posts to remind me when a milestone pops up.
So, I’m reminded.
Well it’s been a full ten weeks since I had a serious health issue, and lord knows I was more than do for something awful.
That something awful is cellulitis. Again.
I woke up at 4am with searing pain on my left thigh, and it was bad enough that I couldn’t get back to sleep. I am working the day shift today, and even though Mrs. Earp said my temperature vacillated between 99 and 100, I sucked it up and went to work.
Yeah, that was a mistake. I feel worse now – the rash always gets more painful as the days go on – and my head has been burning up all day. I was supposed to submit an arrest warrant this morning, and the squad was shorthanded, so I dragged my lazy ass in.
I’ll do my best to keep posting on a regular schedule but as I told the kids, right now “Daddy’s down for the day.”
UPDATE: As of a few minutes ago, my temperature was 101.5. Hooray.