Thursday, February 28, 2008
Speaking of the reacharound, I knew a guy who worked in the prison system here in California. He told us that when you saw two guys fucking that you could tell if it was true love or a debt paid by if the pitcher was giving the catcher the reacharound or not.
Jesus. I don't know what gets into these gals.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Secondly, why is "striv(ing) to serve God" anywhere in a secular body's "mission statement?" Fortunately for lovers of the Constitution, the FFRF is on the case and already on the City of Hudsonville MI to change it. What's needed is a citizen of Hudsonville to complain publicly and the FFRF can help with the legal action.
The bible beaters just can't stop ramming it down everyone's throat. Ugh, I see civics is sadly lacking in the Michigan state schools. Here's the link.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Your humble blogger is not at direct risk of layoff for the duration of the contract, which ends in June of 2011. In our last contract, the top 75 in senority by name were guarenteed work through the life of the contract, and I'm in the 75. Now, that's not a rolling top 75, but the top 75 of the day we ratified the contract. Out of those 75 we're down to about 40 or so.
Of course its my fervent belief that we're not getting another contract so I fully expect to be applying at Safeway (the large grocery chain in Northern Calfornia, amongst other states).
Still, what a spot to be in. Take the buyout and look for a job in a tough economic climate or risk getting the axe without anything but a boot in the ass. I've said more than once on this very blog that times are tough in the paper business and I'm not kidding. I don't see it ever getting better.
Sadly, I met only one of these goals today at San Jose Muni. It was a beautiful day to play, as it was almost 70 degrees and I broke out the short sleeves and shorts today. And, though I'm a fat ass I do have nice legs.
After parring the first hole I took the gas. I still hit the occasional pissy shot with the new driver, the tee shot on 2 went sideways into the trees along the fence. It took me three whacks to get out from the trees, then I sliced into the pond for a penalty. $36 for this misery. Somehow I hit a good shot then got on the green and two putted for 9. 9 is the highest score I can post, so at least I don't have to adjust my posted score.
I then knocked off 5 bogies in a row to right the ship. I did three putt twice of the five, so it wasn't all good, but still I had my head firmly out of my ass. I closed weakly with a pair of sevens to total 51 for the front, with 18 putts. OK, a good recovery from one shitty hole.
I started the back poorly. I hit another sideways tee shot into the ground, then hit my approach into the fence. It took me another 4 whacks to get out and on the green. I even hit the same shot twice with the same swing, which is a penalty. This is one of my problems. I can't seem to put the brakes on a shitty hole. What should be a 7 or 8 turns into a 10 or 12. Two of those and that's 10 strokes to the bad and my score skyrockets. Finally I got on the green and three putted for 11. Ugh.
I managed to par once and bogie twice over the next 4 holes. Then, the wheels came off as I hit another tee shot into the ground about 10 feet in front of me then stubbed a few more shots before slicing one into the opposite fairway. Of course I had to three putt this hole as well for a 10. I again finished up weakly, double, double, triple with two three putts to card a 60 with 22 putts. For those of you keeping score at home that's 51-60-111 with 40 putts, posting a 108. Par for me was 104 so I shot a net 79. Not impressive at all.
But, six of us from work got out and played so how bad could it really be. And, as I was typing this post I took a call from Hime (one of the guys I put on Longball with) and we're going to set up playing on an occasional Monday. So, golf isn't all bad.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
This is the persecution Athiests face each and every day from the bible beaters. Here's the link to why people like me "hate America." And here's thier own link to some good quotes from the FFRF leadership. What kills me is that the quotes are what I mostly believe anyway, so the INWT'ers are helping spread the FFRF's ideas.
I've yet to understand how people like this group can deny that Athiests are patriotic. Being a Chrsitian does not make you automatically patriotic, nor does being an Athiest mean you're not. Its not that hard to figure out.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"Religion easily has the best bullshit story of all time. Think about it. Religion has convinced people that there's an invisible man . . . living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of 10 specific things he doesn't want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money."
Pretty much spot on.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
And, look how cheap the gas is. At least a quarter cheaper than California.
One gal calls him a "hero" and another says "To lock him away someplace and say he owes it to society is robbing the next generation of a mentor." I guess if you're a "youth pastor" that's a free ticket to murder, according to these idiots. Here's the link.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It was wet for the first three or four holes and the rain stopped and that was it. The fairways were wet and the greens soft.
Sunol has two courses, the Cypress and the Palm. I've never played the Cypress before as its more popular than the Palm. Its 800 yards shorter and easier for the older players to play.
I parred the first hole and bogies 6 of the next 8 holes. Only on the 8th hole did I shit the bed, including a 4 putt for an 8. Besides that, it was nothing higher than 6 on the front and even though I putted 22 times I shot a 48 on the front.
The back was another story. I just can't seem to put two good nines together. I hit the tee shots on 10 and 11 off the course and managed to find every bit of bad luck as well as a few swing errors. I hit a tee shot with so much topspin that it went straight up and landed behind me. What the hell is up with that shit?
One bright spot was that I nailed a 60 foot putt off the fringe for bogie on 13. That and 4 one putts held my putt count to a personal low of 13 for 9 holes. But, the rest of the bullshit added up to scoring only three bogies and no pars on the back for a score of 55. That's 103 for the round with 35 putts. Par for me on the Cypress is 104, so for all the bad on the back I did shoot one shot under par for the day. Still, this was a "woulda, coulda, shoulda" round.
The next sunny day we play the Cypress I'll have some pics.
And, it was a disappointment. It looked like they were one person short on the wait staff and I didn't get very good service. That, and the food wasn't as good as it has been at other BB's. I read the papers and ate in peace, but was none too happy about the food or the service. I think I'll email the corporate office and express myself. Like that's ever a problem.
After dinner the sun had set and it got a bit on the chilly side. I took the front way home and pulled into the driveway about 220 miles to the good. The front edge of the stormfront was moving in, in fact its raining as I blog.
I rode out SH-4 to Stockton, then rode north on I-5 through town. There were two accidents going the other way and traffic was backing up. It looked like one of them was a bike who got forced into the grass median, he was picking his bike up out of the grass when I rode past. I got off the freeway at SH-12 and took the county roads for a while. I made my way to the Sacramento River and crossed near Freeport. I took the back way on SH-84 into West Sacramento and stopped for gas and a soda. Here's a couple of pics of the various roads I took.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I get the truck loaded and I'm off. Cruising on US-101 with the radio on, life is good. Until the truck's electrics decide to have a spaz. The whole system is coming on and off. The engine is electronically controlled so that's cutting in and out at the same time. Quicker than I can type the engine gives up the ghost and everything is dark as I coast out of the lane and to the shoulder.
Great, I've jinxed another truck.
I call the plant for help and it takes 85 minutes to get someone out to help. We turn the good truck around on the freeway to get the trucks back to back on the shoulder so we can wheel the carts in and out.
Then, we make another u turn across all the lanes and again pull to the shoulder so we can get the relfectors out. Fortunately there wasn't much traffic at 1:30 in the morning.
Finally, I'm in a much nicer truck cruising on towards Monterey.
Jeremy the Fleet Manager told me he's not letting me touch any more trucks.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I had picked up my new driver and the other clubs I had worked on. I couldn't hit the driver on the range for shit and I was afraid to take it out of the bag when I was keeping score. By the third hole I was ready to break the big dog out. My playing companions were already riding my ass for not hitting the club off the get go.
I managed to get the ball over 200 yards down the fairway with the first swing and I parred the third hole. A par and two bogies had me playing fairly well until the 8th hole. I teed off with the new driver and the ball hit the next set of tee markers. Then, I sliced into the trees and lost the ball. Then, I hit my own cart with a shot for a 2 stroke penalty. Then, into the sand. Finally on the green, I rose like the cream and 4 putted for an abacus busting 14. Goddamn it.
Teeing off on the 9th I hit the worst shot of the day, hitting it almost sideways into the trees. All this fun for $36. I then took my head out of my ass and managed a one putt bogie and fininshed the front shooting a 55 with 18 putts.
The back started off well with a par and three bogies. I had hit the driver fairly well, getting most all the drives over 200 yards and in play. Then came the "Hole of Death." I pulled a tee shot close to the lake, then punched two shots into the briny deep. Then came the three shitty chips that I rushed and that led to a 12. Then I par the next hole. Mr. Consistant, that's my nickname on the course.
Besides the two shitty holes, I had one 8 and that was it for shit. 4 pars and 6 bogies for the good holes and I should have broken 100 today. Instead, I shot 55-54-109 (with 37 putts) and posted 101.
I was reasonably happy with the way I hit my new driver and the reshafted clubs. I felt pretty good on the course today but I still need a lesson or ten.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
C'mon, what a bunch of bullshit. If this guy was in t shirt and jeans nobody would be calling the police. Dress up in women's clothing and everybody wants to talk to you.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Manning was punished in the press and by Giant fans for not being his brother, Peyton. That loud "thump" sound you heard Sunday afternoon was the monkey being tossed off Eli's back.
I usually don't root for any pre merger NFL team in the Super Bowl, but I just can't root for any team in Boston ever again after the "fucking in the snow" also known as the "tuck rule" game. So, I was glad to see the Giants win the game, cover the spread by winning outright, and shaming those cheaters in Boston. And, I watched 7 episodes of The Wire, so all in all it was a good way to spend the day.