Because of the holiday, and the fact that half the population is coming off a four-day drunk, I’ve extended the cut-off for the new shirts until I get home from work tonight. It could be 3 a.m., it could be 4 a.m. Who the hell knows? But it’ll be the middle o’ the night sometime.
If you’d like one of the new shirts, order now. I’ll be removing the Paypal links soon. We’re in the final hours of this thing. Here’s your link.
And speaking of hours, I get to work twelve of them today. In addition, of course, to the 45 minute commute each way. I’m livin’ the dream, I tell ya… We had the option of coming in two hours early, or staying two hours late. I was planning to do the former, until I got out of bed. Clearly, it’s going to be the latter. Oh well.
The interstate is all jacked-up, and I’m now forced to take the turnpike to work. It costs me $2 in tolls, which irritates me a little. Not so much because of the cost, but because I rarely have cash. So, it’s another logistical hurdle I have to cross.
On 81 they’re doing some boolshit work in the middle of the southbound lanes. So, the left lane is diverted to the left, and the right is diverted to the right. Then, a hundred yards later… they come back together. This causes mass confusion, and huge delays. People think they’re getting off the interstate, or something. But they’re really just going slightly to the left or right for a few yards. Grrr…
So, I get to be reacquainted with the luxurious Pennsylvania Turnpike. And, of course, the ATM at Sheetz.
Toney started a new job today, and it seems to be a pretty good one. She went on three interviews, and REALLY wanted it. When the offer finally came through, we celebrated with a rare restaurant dinner, and a non-rare six-pack of Dogfish Head 60 Minute Ale.
The money is decent, the hours work for us, and it will hopefully make things a little easier around here. She was told today that over 400 people applied, and they chose 12. Wow. I would’ve never made it through such a gauntlet. They would’ve gotten a load of my questionable personality, and that would’ve been the end of the road for me.
I don’t want to jinx it, but we’ve had a few minor victories lately. I’m not accustomed to such things… Have you had any victories over the past few months? If so, please tell us about it. We need a little positive energy around here…
But, don’t worry. I have something exceedingly cynical chambered for tomorrow’s update.
And I’m gonna call it a day, my friends. I need to shovel down some high-sodium swill, and pass through a couple of toll booths. Don’t forget about the shirts! They’ll be gone soon. Also, if you haven’t had any recent victories, just tell us about your holiday weekend.
Have a great day.
I’ll see ya again tomorrow.
Now playing in the bunker
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Victories . . . victories . . . let’s see now. Hmm. Lemme think. Victories. Umm. My pulled pork cooked faster than I expected.
Yep, that’s all I’ve got.
Do you remember when, as a Catholic, “pulled pork” would get you an express ticket to hell?
EZPass good god. You get a discount and you don’t have to wait in lines. Plus you don’t have to interact with the lowlifes who dwell in toll booths.
And check the highway departments of neighboring states to see if they don’t have lower (or no) fees, minima, etc.
Funeral for Mom on Friday. She was 84. My five brothers and I (and my one sister) then spent part of Saturday going through some of my Mom’s stuff (51 years in this house) to get an idea of what to keep, what to pitch, who wanted what…. Those of you who’ve been through something similar know what a nightmare that was: part exhilaration – like it was a scavenger hunt – and part dread – like we were plundering.
Yeah – the 4th of July holiday will never be the same.
So very, very sorry, sunshine. Here – have a hug.
Funny, I spent Saturday visiting my bedridden mother. She’s 81.
Here’s to the mothers! Cheers.
Sorry about your Mom, sunshine. Hope you get through everything OK.
Very sorry, sunshine. I’m dreading that day.
I’m sorry for your loss, sunshine. Been there….. It’s not an easy job, that’s for sure. It’s a walk down memory lane with lots of laughs mixed with tears. I hope you’ll have brighter days soon. Xo
So sorry for your loss sunshine.
Linda Scott says
I’m so sorry, Sunshine. I’ve been there and it’s heartbreaking. It’s the real definition of bittersweet. Sad memories with the occasional laughter.
My condolences Sunshine. We went through this with my oldest brother a few years back and he was a major hoarder type.
Then we found his storage unit with bicycles stacked 8 ft. high. He bought them at police auctions for parts to make new bikes out of to sell.
What. A. Nightmare.
Turning the BIG 5-0 TODAY!!
Happy Birthday, biker! Have a good one! I wish could remember that one. It’s WAAAAY in the past!
YAHOOOOOOOOO! Party at the chick’s house!
Happy Happy Birthday my dear friend! Here’s a birthday hug for you!
Break out the champagne and cake!
Oh, and for the men, the FMPs! Red.
Well, happy birthday. That’s a victory of sorts, isn’t it?
It sure is! Thanks everyone!
Happy Birthday, bikerchick. It’s that time of life to cut back on the bar fights and ramp up the drinkin’.
Happiest Birthday BC! I
Shall drink a toast in your honor tonight!
Linda Scott says
Happy birthday, BC! Just try to not think about the fact that you’re in your 6th decade of life. That will sure put the kibosh on any birthday happiness! I’ve been there! By the way, do you ride bicycles or motorcycles?
I would phrase that as “Harleys or motorcycles?” …if I were looking to get dick-punched.
Happy belated birthday, Bikerchick!
Bill in WV says
Happy Birfday Ms. Chick. I got there myself almost two months ago. It seems like a group of us regulars here are all about the same age.
Hope you have a great birthday, other than the working shit.
Thanks too all for the bday wishes!! Xoxo
Having these last 4 days off was a mild victory. I almost feel refreshed. Except it was so goddamn hot, I didn’t want to do anything outside.
Which brings me to the next kinda, sorta victory. After 17 years in this house, the owner is finally springing for some kind of A/C. Because it’s not our house, we couldn’t punch holes in the walls and the windows are these fucked up things that push out rather than up and down. We have been getting by with 1 A/C for the downtairs, rigged up with fans. The bedroom has a piece of shit portable that is on its last legs. I call this a kinda/sorta victory becaus eher eit is July and my husband and his boss are just in the “go get estimates” stage. Sweating my tits off during this massive 8 day heat wave and they’re still bullshitting around with how to proceed. Jesus. It’ll be November before they make a decision.
For what it’s worth, I got a good deal on air conditioning in December a couple of years ago. In the meantime, may I suggest a dehumidifier? Stay cool!
I got out of bed this morning. That’s about as victorious as I can muster at the moment.
A sort of victory – my Mom bought two tickets to see Paul McCartney and decided to take me to the show! It was last night and it was amazing. I’ve been to a LOT of concerts and that was easily one of the best. Hearing Let it Be, Live and Let Die and Hey Jude all in a row, performed by the man who wrote the songs was incredible and inspiring. Kick-butt version of Helter Skelter too, that song is heavy! They played for three hours, pure awesome!
Victory: I successfully made pho at home (haters gotta hate). Defeat: while straining the broth, it overflowed and I got a half inch of lovely, fatty, fragrant broth in a drawer full of utensils. Ended up just dumping the drawer contents into the dishwasher.
How did it turn out? I’m a huge fan of pho so I might have to give it a shot.
Did you follow a recipe?
I mostly followed Charles Phan’s recipe from his book “Vietnamese Home Cooking”, except for using larger quantities of the flavoring spices. It came out pretty good, actually. About all I would change next time will be to use less cinnamon. Phan calls for one stick, I used two; he’s right, I’m wrong.
The 4th Stooge says
I have to agree with Dogberry–my victory was getting up this morning. A major victory would indeed be getting a job, or at least a work at home job that would add a little money to the coffer. But at least I can say I don’t have children, a car, a house/apartment, or any serious bills. When I had a job, this was terribly sad that I didn’t have a car or an apartment…now, it’s pretty damn great. Having no children is always great–for me!
Linda Scott says
Jeff, I can’t in good conscience buy a t-shirt that has a smoking fish on it. I’m too anti-smoking. But, I do have a victory! I’m working toward a bachelor’s degree by the time I’m 60 . I have approximately 500 credits to go. Sigh. But, I passed one of the hardest classes I’ve ever taken…Philosophy, Intro to Logic. It seemed remarkably illogical. But, I passed!!
When I went for my bachelor’s, the requirement was (something like) 128 credits, start to finish. And I’m anti-fish, but I bought the shirt anyway! Also all previous shirts that I knew about. Also, smoking is orthogonal to morality.
Linda Scott says
Yeah, I probably exaggerated a little when I said 150 credits. But, it sure feels like that now! Yes, I agree that smoking is orthogonal to morality. But, to me, it’s almost like advertising smoking to have a cigarette in mouth of the fish. Don’t think that I don’t have a sense of humor…I do! But, that’s just one of my strong opinions.
Well… pop culture. We often see people depicted doing things, and it doesn’t necessarily imply endorsement of those things. I’d give a few examples, but mine are all hopelessly out of date. How about, “The fish is smoking so you don’t have to”. Smoked salmon for everyone.
Of course you don’t have a sense of humor. Otherwise you might discern that NOBODY will smoke because they see a picture of a fish smoking. One of the essential elements of this site is to illuminate meaningless political correctness. Boycotting a pic of a fish because the fucker is smoking is both meaningless and vapid. I’m just saying.
And the funniest people here — Chuck is a pretty good example — NEVER CLAIM to have a sense of humor. They just be funny.
Playas gon’ play.
I pooped. Yay!
Linda Scott says
Damn! It was really all meant as a joke. Something that I’ve enjoyed up to this point has now been tainted by insults. I’m far from vapid! Thanks!
I have seen no insults, and nobody assumes you’re stupid. If you were stupid you wouldn’t be at this site; QED. To some, “I am anti-smoking” could be read as “I want smoking to be outlawed”. In most cases, the two statements have been equivalent, and many on this site would read them as the same. In many jurisdictions smoking has been all but outlawed (I’m looking at you, NYC) and many people would love to see smoking vanish. But this is going to be a genereations-long project, not accomplished by Bloomberg legislation.
This all makes me want a pizza from a coal-fired oven (while I still can) and an egg cream (while I still can). What will we tell our kids when they ask, “Dad, what was it like when…?”
Oh, for the Good Lord’s sake.
1) When you say in very clear language that buying a WVSR shirt promotes smoking and describe your position as a “strong opinion”, you clearly aren’t vamping or joking: to the extent that others are influenced, you’re taking money out of Jeff’s already small income stream from this site.
2) Nobody called you vapid. I asserted that a T-shirt boycott was vapid. One of your opinions doesn’t define you, as far as I know. I totally believe you’re far from vapid.
3) That artwork and its predecessors have been a hallmark of this site for years, and the smoking fish continues to be the logo of Jeff’s publishing company, Smoking Fish Media. Insulting the fish is insulting Jeff, which is perfectly OK, but if you do so around here you should expect some pushback.
4) I didn’t intend to insult your taint, and I’m genuinely sorry if I came down on you too hard. Jeff is a wonderful guy who has entertained the reporters for a long, long time, and I was perhaps a little overresponsive to the logo attack. I should have better taken into account that you’ve not commented much on this site and made it a nudge instead of a push.
5) Reporters here really are hard on arbitrary political correctness. If you choose to attend a gay wedding, that’s your decision. If you suggest I should, we’re in arbitrary PC territory.
6) Live and be well.
WB in OH says
FWIW: I had to Google vapid.
Linda Scott, It’s okay that you didn’t buy a shirt. Some people feel the need to moderate Jeff’s comments, but they don’t speak for anyone but themselves. Don’t even worry about it.
Congratulations on your victory toward your degree.
Bill in WV says
Since I already got blasted for some of my ficticious comments regarding grocery stores and hoggettes, I won’t bother chiming in on the smoking fish debate.
I didn’t get chewed out at work for a couple days. Not sure this new job was a great idea. You’d think we were saving lives or something. This is a factory, people, not a trauma unit. Ahhh…better now…
meanwhile on my words with friends game, i just spelled naive and got the letters for vapid to replace them. victory!
Dude, I just drive south on 81 and that boooolllllle shit in Hazelton down to one lane cost me an extra hour on top of a three hour trip. Feel your pain, and I also learned that Scranton Wilks-Barre is a cultural Mecca of PA, or that is want i was told by a Resident of SWB. can you confirm?