50 reasons to enjoy life


Yahoo’s Pop-Up Blocker on its toolbar told me how to make those annoying spyware messages go away. So it seems to be working for now at least.

In the meantime, I am going to be busy turning 50 tomorrow so I doubt I will do a whole lotta blogging. What am I going to do for my birthday, you may ask? Besides freaking out you mean?

No I’m not really freaking out. Not yet. One way to look at it is I will at least be turning 50 as opposed to not being here. Some of my friends didn’t make it nearly that far. And even though I may have a few creaking joints here and there, I still have some young ideas. I think I really do need to start enjoying life more though as well as doing some things I might not otherwise do. Exactly what I’m talking about, I have no clue.

As for plans tomorrow, I do have plans for tomorrow night but the details have yet to be nailed down. We shall see what we shall see.

I'm for torture


No, I am not for torturing those who have become detainees or combatants or whatever they are calling prisoners of war this week. Heavens no! I am for torturing those who unleash spyware or adware that gets into our computers and can be quite a pain in the butt.

I have had my first encounter with spyware today and while I have a couple of scanning systems to ferret these evil bastards out, I still get a message about every 10 minutes telling me I have critical errors and need to go to such and such a Web site. And be sure to BUY their system! One might put these spyware practices into the category of both fraud and extortion. So here is what I think should happen in no particular order to those caught sending out spyware:

*Hanging by the thumbs
*Keel-hauling
*Water boarding
*Placed in stocks
*Listening to amplified screams of babies
*Cut by paper
*Horsewhipped
*Stoned
*Buried in the ground to their chin
*Made to listen to “Feelings”
*Gassed with cow flatulence
*Shocked with AA batteries
*Shot with pellets containing fire ants

And when they finish with THAT person, he or she ought to go to the slammer for a long, long time.

Fun with Ah-nul

It’s been a rough day. I’ve dealt with computer issues all day as well as retail idiots. Hmm. Retail idiots? Think about that one. So have a little fun, look and listen about what it’s like in our favorite action hero/California governor’s neighborhood.

Click here

Thanks to Huff Po for that one.

Harriet, we hardly knew ya!


We didn’t know you at all, come to think of it. So who does GW pick now? What would you be willing to bet that pick will not please one side or the other? No, I wouldn’t want to take your money.

How do I dislike thee? Let me count the ways.


Just as it is hard to list my friends in the order of whom I like best or ranking the songs I like best, it is difficult for me to list in order those right-wing talking heads that I want to choke. It is difficult but not impossible.

Now you might think Bill “The Loofah Man” O’Reilly heads the top of my list just because I have posted his picture. Nope. That’s not true. I actually placed his photo on the page due to the fact that if I posted a picture of those I dislike more than him I might just go quite insane (more insane, I suppose is the right terminology).

My list is not limited to radio or TV talk show hosts. It also includes columnists and frequent right-wing guests on talk programs.

So now, the drum roll please:

10. Neal Boortz
9. Kate O’Beirne
8. Robert Novak
7. Bill Bennett
6. Dick Morris
5. Bill O’Reilly
4. Rush Limbaugh
3. Sean Hannity
2. Michelle Malkin
1. Ann Coulter

There you have it. My list is filled with enough hate and negativity to blow up several planets. And I must explain that my dislike does not particularly stem from the politics of those on the list. You can be a Republican or Democrat or Whig or Communist and still be my friend. You will not be favored by me if you are a hate-mongering, racist, megalomaniac propagandist like most of those I have listed. So now you know who I won’t be listening to or reading. I’m sure that was a riveting five seconds of your life that you won’t get back.