Jun 09

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.

Apr 04

I am the master of overclocking! Behold! My un-touched screenshot showing proof of concept of how I overclocked my 2.2 Ghz system to over 44 Ghz!

Screenshot:

Overclocking Madness

I challenge someone to beat that (without editing their screenshot)!

:-D

NOTE: Those of you who are keen enough to spot the subtle hint in the picture may know what’s really going on here…

;-)

(If you’d like to know how I did it, feel free to contact me)

Jan 02

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:

I Love Nerds

Dec 24

Yes, tis the season to be jolly and happy and just spend your hard-earned cash like crazy, but it just doesn’t seem like it so much for me. Life has been so hectic lately that I feel like it’s just another day, Christmas I mean, another day that just took away like $500 worth of good money that could have went to pay off some of the bills. But oh no, my family has to be gi-normous and as thus, there’s lots of presents to be had. I pretty much know that our kids are going to receive about 5 million gifts while my wife and I get 1, and it’s sad. Why is it sad that my kids get more than us? Because my kids are already spoiled beyond belief and already have too many toys as it is that we have to literally give toys away, that it’s useless to give them more and try to make them understand about how to earn things in life. Then you have my wife who works her ass off to do just about everything, while all I do is work (overtime a lot lately) to make the money, and we get the shaft. It sucks, it’s sad, and it doesn’t feel like Christmas.

Actually lately nothing really feels right and I really just don’t care about things. All I want is to pay off our crap debt, give away the kids, and go on a damn vacation and then buy the stuff I’ve always wanted to buy and actually live happy and stress free. But America isn’t as free as the slogan goes…

And damit people, where’s my frickin Nintendo Wii?! I’m warning you, I may not continue to post if I don’t get a donation of one soon!

BAH HUM BUG!

Anyway, yea, I need to post something actually entertaining or news relevant soon or I’ll probably lose the 1 reader that I currently have! Any suggestions? ;)

Blah!   Blah2!   Errr

Dec 12

Seriously, something is wrong with me, or wrong with the world (well, that’s a given, but still). Either I’m not paying attention to time and space (and/or the space-time continuum) and just let about 6 days go by without notice, or ‘my head esplode!’, to somewhat properly quote Strong Bad Email. But seriously, I do feel bad about not posting as often as I should. I probably could post about random crap and other stuff once a day as I sure do find some crazy stuff each day to post, but I just am too damn busy or I just plain forget. “I just plain forgot”? Doesn’t that make me clinically insane or stupidly quoting the movie ‘Grumpy Old Men’?! Damit people, help me not get old and forget! Send me money and pie or a damn frickin Nintendo Wii and make it all better! OK, thanks! Until next time, here’s a funny story:

EU Adopts English - Link

And here’s the link of the day: The Least Used Page at Microsoft

:D

Oct 31

Oj joy, the fun begins tonight.  Me and my Transformers costume, here I come!  Seriously though, it should be fun.  My wife goes crazy on Halloween though, a little too crazy.  I know transforming the house and the yard and whatnot is always a must for her, and that we must have a huge party before we go trick-or-treating, but sometimes… it goes a bit overboard.  Like this year, instead of a few pumpkins to carve and/paint, we had 10.  Instead of one strand of outside and inside lights, we have around 10 (inside AND outside).  And instead of covering the ceiling of one room of the house with spider web and spiders and whatnot, she covered THE ENTIRE HOUSE with the damn web.  I can’t take a single step without having web get in my face or stuck in my hair.  Grrr…  But what are you gonna do eh?  You love your wife so you bow down to her needs, then you yell and whine at her, then eventually bow down to her again because  you prefer getting laid over getting your way or being right.  Yes, that’s right ladies, we men know what we are doing… sometimes…  ;)

As for my server, the move basically went pretty well and all seems to be OK for the most part.  Sorry about the downtime and delays in posting.  If anyone sees any problems, please let me know.   Enjoy the new server!

Oh yes, who could forget:  How to Get Laid in 1977 and Your Ass Kicked in 2007

:D

Oct 22

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. :)