The Life Of A LittlBUGer

Yup, it’s that time again where I say “wow, it’s been a long time since I last posted”.  And it’s true but it’s not the point.  I no longer own any of my stuff related to littlbuger.info and as such have more time to deal with my family and work and whatnot (yes, that was the excruciatingly short version of the whole long story, but whatever).  Thus this will probably be my last post here as there’s really no point, though I’m sure no one cares as my blog never really got read by anyone.

But just in case, thanks and farewell.  Here’s a couple final pictures that I thought were funny.  Enjoy…

The obvious (yet technically correct)…

and The Even More Obvious (and even more technically correct)…

To make a long story short, our direct neighbors (meaning right beside our home and not a few homes down or anything) are somewhat redneck I would have to say.  When we first moved here, we had no idea of such activity.  But it didn’t take us long to find out… their yard eventually turned to dirt, with random trash in it, and instead of taking huge pieces of garbage and trying to fit them in the dumpsters in the alley or take them directly to the landfill, they just throw them in the alley, where they have sat…. forever.  Because of this, it drove us to put up a nice new vinyl fence on that side of our yard, so we can’t see anything over yonder and it has worked decently well, besides from the random noises and such.  We also did this because it so happens the neighbors two houses down in the same direction were even worse.

In any case, though there’s been some annoyances and whatnot every now and then, nothing too serious, until last night…  The people’s sons and sons’ friends decided to find a bunch of wood palettes and just other various piece of wood and began building kind of a like a large cage made of that wood in their backyard.  Once that was done, they started bringing in old nasty dirty mattresses which I can only assume came from the dump and started ripping them open, taking out the “foam” and putting the foam into the cage.  Can you guess what they were building yet?  That’s right ladies and gentlemen, a frickin Homemade Redneck Foam Pit!  I had to ask to confirm what they were doing so yes I know it’s true.

Now, why would they do this, and in such a small yard?  Well, though I thought I heard them correctly, I don’t know how true it is as I just don’t see how it’s feasible, but the “boys” wish to jump their bikes (like dirt bikes) into the pit…  that’s it.  So they have a tiny yard with a crappy chainlink fence in the back and a small shed with the alley directly behind that.  They have their foam pit somewhat closer to the back than the front.  And somehow, whether they get courageous enough to jump off the roof of their house or not, they will jump with their bikes so they themselves can land in the stinky, dirty, just plain nasty old mattress foam pit while their bikes go… with them? Outside and ram into the shed?  Outside and hit the neighbors fence in the alley?  Who the hell knows.

I just cannot fathom the stupidity here so I will not make any more comments as it’s just too easy, and dumb.  Please, anyone, tell me your stories if you have a redneck neighbor yourself.  It’s always a pleasure.  :)  Also, I’ll try to post some pictures later on, just for kicks.

Please note, I have nothing against “rednecks” or my neighbors (the actual people) in general.  They are nice enough and seem somewhat normal, but actions speak louder than words in some cases.  So when the time comes, I have to make fun.

This is in a reply to one of my original posts: http://blog.littlbuger.info/2007/10/22/ahh-the-intimate-vasectomy/

Well, for anyone who cares, I wanted to follow up on this as I should have long ago.

After about 3 months time, I had the fun chance of sending in my first ’sample’.  For those of you who don’t know, this meant that my wife and kids had to all get ready to leave, then my wife went and helped me do a ‘quickie’ so I could ‘go in a cup’.  Then we had to seal the cup, rush it to the doctor’s within a certain alloted time, and then hope for the best.  This wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have kids, or was single, or something, but it’s a little embarrassing when you need to make sure you entire family is ‘ready’ for your “spooge test”, as I call it.  So we do this, get to the hospital, and I have my wife (yes my wife, not me) take the sample in.  She comes back and said she brought it to the correct people.  They asked what kind of sample it was.  She said “the ’special’ kind…”…

In any case, the results probably took about a week to get back to us in the mail.  From what I could read on the results paper, I was in the clear.  And to confirm this, with a nice little hand-written reply, my doctor, the one that did the ’surgery’ wrote his fantastic comment, “Congratulations, we cut the right cords!  :-)”  Ahh yes, exactly what I wanted to hear.  I laughed and cried at the same time.

I have yet to go in for my 2nd official test (though I still have the pre-labeled cup ready to go).  My wife hasn’t gotten pregnant yet, so I’m assuming that means I’m good.  And we’ve had plenty of times for something to happen.  So that ladies and gentlemen, completes this story.  I hope you enjoyed it. 

P.S.  From comments I’ve gotten on this and those who are now skeptical about actually going through with this yourself, please disregard what I said, to an extent.  Yes, it’s 100% true, but you need to look at it in a different way.  Just keep thinking, “Anytime, anywhere, without any protection, without any worries…” and you’ll understand why it’s worth it. 

Life just sucks… but that’s mainly because I don’t have the money I require (not just want) or the time to enjoy it. And that pisses me off beyond belief… then just add the fact my wife is more annoyed by it and rants about it to me makes my life suck all the more.

So, anyway, yea, I don’t have much to say, though I should keep trying to update this thing. I’m just so damned busy with other things.

In a quick conclusion, if you need hosting of any kind, buy from me, http://billing.littlbuger.info . You need the hosting, I need the money. Got it? Good!

As per Neowin.net and this link:

Happy New Years folks and that means it’s time for New Years resolutions. We have some suggested resolutions for the PC Industry that will help them…and us!

#1 To the PC Makers: Stop pre-loading shareware. Nothing is more annoying than getting a new PC loaded with “trial versions” of programs. Just stop it.

#2 To Microsoft: Get Service Pack 1 for Windows Vista out there ASAP and make sure IE 7 doesn’t hang anymore for no apparent reason.

#3 To Apple: Get that 3G iPhone out the door sooner rather than later. GPS on it would be nice too.

#4 To the RIAA: Just stop it. I mean, seriously, just stop.

#5 To Jack Thompson: Get a new hobby. Better yet, get a life. In a world in which one can’t escape “The Girls Next Door” on TV are video games really a threat?

#6 To Google: Please make a Project Management extension to Google Calendar!

#7 To the BluRay and HD-DVD consortiums, please find a way to work together. You’re just slowing down adoption (massively).

#8 To Amazon: Just because you think it might be patentable doesn’t mean you should try to patent it.

#9 To Bloggers: This year is the US Presidential Election. Just remember, just because someone doesn’t agree with your political opinion doesn’t mean they’re a bunch of sub-human monsters who eat babies.

#10 To Internet Users: Just remember that there is another person on the other side of that screen. Just because they aren’t there to punch you in the nose doesn’t mean you should surrender any semblance of civility on-line.

Have a Happy New Year!

Yes, it’s a new year, get over it. Same old stuff, just another number. December (and thus the insane Christmas and other holidays and stupid family, etc.) has come and gone and thank God for that. It can be a fun time but for the most part, it sucks ass. I’m now more in credit card debt then I’ve ever been and that sucks ass. I’ve also seen a huge decrease in traffic to both my popular sites, LittlBUGer.info Downloads and Sat-House Uploads. I have no idea why other than being the holidays but I can’t figure out any other excuse. Can someone clue me in here? I’m losing money now on my servers and I can’t figure out why.

In any case, I’m tired as I had to come back to work today (I had 11 days off counting weekends and whatnot) and I didn’t sleep well because of two things: I had crazy hard and long sex with my wife last night and my stomach decided to ‘act up’ on me again early this morning, maybe from the crazy vigorous sex. Anyway, sleep was in between, during those 4 lonely hours, so I’m tired and I’m at work, and it sucks. The sex didn’t suck, no no, but the stomach, and the tiredness, and the work sucks ass. Now I bet you didn’t think I could say that several times like that and not be an ass myself now did ya?

Anyway, have a good year I guess. Have fun sticking to your new year’s resolutions for about 5 days and then going back to your dumb old pathetic self. Have a good one!

Oh yea, here’s a good pic… just to show there’s a bit of hope left for us all:

So yea, been a while again, sorry, suck it up, I just forget or don’t have time.  And no one sent me a Nintendo Wii so I’m not gonna try hard.

Anyway, not a whole lot of other things are happening other than gobbs of stuff to do at work, crazy wife and chaotic kids, having my bank account near bottom out, and me with no time to do what I really, really want… you know, same old, same old.  I finally finished completely redoing a friends PC after it’s been a big POS for 1.5 years.  Only took me 3 days during a 2 week time period.  All I want to do now and forever is play the latest games and watch the latest movies and so on and so forth, but I can’t, and I’m sad.  And yes I’m pissing and moaning but that’s how it is.  You never know, maybe someone will throw me a bone.  I mean, shoot, if we even had $1 million, not only would WE be set for life, but we could help many OTHERS be set.  But alas, the really rich people don’t really ever donate or help the little guys like me, people like me who know how to save their money and spend it wisely and live off of ’small’ amounts of interest for years… no the rich blow their money as fast as they get it or just are greedy bitches and keep it all to themselves even though they’ll never spend more than 20% of it all.  Anyway…

Enough rants for today, someone finally put out an article worth reading.  It’s about the lovely transformation your PC will have when you UPGRADE (yes, upgrade) from Vista to XP!  For those of you poor people whom I pity so much who either got stuck with Vista or decided to downgrade to it, I’m sorry, but maybe this article will help wake you up a bit, you damn fools.  Here’s the Link.

Oh, and I guess here’s a pic of the day: Coolest Cop Ever

Why the alias ‘LittlBUGer’ you might ask?  Well, it’s quite simple really.  Way back when, you know, 1995-ish or maybe a bit earlier, when I first started to really get into in the gaming and online and just the general PC scene, I know I needed an alias as all do.  At that time, it was ‘Redeye’.  Why that, I can’t remember for the life of me, but it was short lived.  Soon came the day where my friend had internet access through AOL (yes AOL, it was like version 2.0 and it was all we had damit) and they were going to put me on their account with my own screen name and everything.  So, I had to think up something, something that would be unique, bold, be semi-comical and yet describe me as a person in the online world, of course as well as being within the AOL 10 character limit, naturally.  And thus, I remember playing good ol Doom back in those days, kicking other people’s asses, and I remember very specifically one quote from someone a moment after I killed them during a multiplayer match for like the 10th time in a row.  He said “Damn you little bugger!” and that just stuck.  I had to shorten it of course and for fun, I decided to capitalize the ‘BUG’ part, but essentially that was it.  It was only later that I found out a ‘little bugger’ in some extreme slang form in England or some other country actually meant ‘gay or homosexual’ or something of the not-so-good sort, but that was no-nevermind so I put it behind me (no pun intended) and just corrected anybody if they said anything (which was once or twice in my life).  Then again, most of the mistakes in my alias come from people not being able to read and stating it as ‘LittleBurger’…. Grrrr that gets on my nerves.  Anyway…

Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to write some sort of diary online, maybe about yourself, and then to have anyone in the world be able to read the same thing as you sit there, reading everything about yourself that you just got done writing, and then wondering “What the BUG?  Why did I write that?  I don’t even know what that means?!”?  Yea, me neither. 

You know, for a lot of people out there, the majority of us who don’t have a lot of money, it’s easy to say “We can’t afford that” or to just not buy something even though you really want it, because you know you can’t afford it. This is even somewhat prevalent in people that DO have money, as there’s always a point where “enough is enough” (haha! Did I really say that?). But then, you have other people (hopefully very few, or I just feel even more depressed about the human race), who seem to think a different way, a seemingly psychotic and completely illogical way, like This One Lady. It’s one thing to have large credit card debt, but to have enough debt that it could pay off my house (seriously people, my nice house here in good ol Montana cost as much as her entire CC debt) and then, with no remorse or care for the other people in your family, keep raking up the debt, well you’ve crossed into what I like to call ” The someone-needs-to-smack-the-shit-out-of-you-to-knock-some-sense-into-you Zone“. Seriously people, either she’s completely insane and lives in another world, or… well, there is no or… she’s insane damnit. And her husband is even worse, the damn bastard (if I made as much as he did a month, I’d be rich now).

On a happier note, since my job entails a lot of different things, I’ve had the pleasure to buy and use Replay A/V and the rest of the suite, and I have to say it’s been doing fantastic. I always had my doubts in the past, but when all of my other freeware options, and even some paid ones, couldn’t cut the bill, it seems Replay A/V came out on top.

For today’s conclusion, I’ll leave you all with something special for the kiddos and the anime porn specialists alike: Pikachu Vagina (SFW). Enjoy!

BONUS: For those of you who are gamers out there, I’ve seemed to have finally found a high quality version of the ending credits and song to the new awesome game, Portal. I’ll add it to my downloads site soon.

I had an experience just the other day that I know I’ll never forget. They call it… a vasectomy… or in other man-like terms, getting neutered, losing your man-hood, cutting off your dick/balls, etc…

It all started with going to the doctor, dropping my pants, and taking some medication to help calm me down and relieve pain. This was while I had I wait for the doctor to even come in while the woman nurse did her thing. Next there was the fun part of tying a thick rubber band around your penis and then using a clamp to clamp it to your shirt to hold it up and away from your scrotum (balls). Next was the fun part of them preparing the area, shaving where necessary, putting loads of extremely cold iodine, and finally having my wife help re-tie the rubber band as it fell off (how nice to have your wife, the man doctor, and the nurse with you all together, in the same room, playing with your dick). Next was the not too bad shot-of-doom, which helped dumb the skin and area a bit before they actually used the no-scalpel method of ripping a small hole into my balls.

Then the fun began. I couldn’t feel them poking around a bit or moving my balls around, but then a sudden surprise made me jump. He found and grabbed my first tube to be worked on and pulled it a bit out of the hole. The feeling was… well… like being kicked really hard in the balls, but about 50x worse… and it was non-stop. So the good doctor decided to give me a short right there to help. Luckily, after a few minutes of extreme pain, it helped and he quickly finished up with the first tube. Next he was on to the second and final tube. Again, pulling of tube, pain of being kicked in the balls but worse, shot to help, and he was done in no time. Unfortunately it didn’t seem like no time. Something that probably only took 20 minutes felt a bit longer for me. Maybe some would call me a pussy, but I just call it a completely new and unexpected experience that I wasn’t prepared for.

So then the good doctor puts a single suture to help the hole close and asks me to hold some gauss there to help stop the bleeding and nasty oozing as I sit up. So there am I, sitting there holding my balls as I’m drenched in iodine, with the doctor (and don’t forgot the female nurse) helping clean things up… and then out of nowhere, he wants to shake my hand and congratulate me. I’m sitting there, holding my balls with my right hand (the hand I shake with), in a kind of shock over the whole thing, and he wants to shake my hand like it was nothing. So I slowly extend my left hand, kind of give me a quick side-shake, and that was that.

So now it was all over and done with… or was it? NO! Now, for at least one week, I get to wear fricken whitey-tighteys (briefs as they call them) to help hold things in position, which is underneath the damn jock strap for extra support. It feels like I’m wearing a fricken tight-ass diaper with no room to move or breathe. On top of that fun, around 4 times a day, I get to put a hella cold ice pack down there with my jock strap holding it tight in place, helping my balls freeze to death (or help lessen the swelling, whatever) for 20 minutes. So not only do I get to feel like I’ve been kicked in the balls many times, but now I feel like I’m wearing a tight diaper and hell froze over down there. What a fun and entertaining experience I think. At least my wife has some medication left over from her last pregnancy that will help knock me on my ass, but still.

After all of that, I thought it was over, but oh no, I have to go back twice within a 3 month time span and give two “samples” to make sure I’m completely sterile. If I’m not, I get to have the whole experience over again. Oh joy. To make matters worse, I can’t have sex for at least a fricken week. Now, for those of you who don’t know, my wife is damn hot and sexy and is a near nympho, which doesn’t bother me. But the problem comes to the previous week before all of this fun. She’s gotten a shot of depo (medical students know what that is) in her ass which gives her a 97% chance of NOT getting pregnant for 3 months. Well, it also has side effects like getting her slightly fatter and completely taking her sex drive away. So there I am, wanting to have sex a lot before my surgery, and she doesn’t want any part of it. And now here I am, all done with the surgery, not wanting any sex my self, and suddenly her medication wears off… she wants sex like crazy, and she wants it good and hard right now. I cried all night long…

And that ladies and gentlemen, is The Intimate Vasectomy.