A new thing to loath

I have found a new thing to loath. Windows Vista.

Shamoopie needed a new computer for the school so we bought one at Costco. It's a nice HP with dual processors and two gigs of ram. Sweet. Running Xp this thing would kick ass. Instead this thing runs Vista...oh joy.

I thought that the Mac commercials were joking. They were not. You must answer okay every time a program trys to write to your hard drive. I mean EVERY time. Some of her XP programs won't run and others will run but won't shutdown.

My first thought is to wipe the thing and start over with XP. I just may do that this weekend. Then wait until they fix the bugs in Vista and upgrade, maybe. Vista didn't recognize my network card. I use a strange off brand....not. It's a Linksys, only one of the most widely used cards out there. How do you not have drivers for it. Then it wouldn't load the drivers even after I put them on a memory stick. Finally I installed the card and tried to connect to the network. Vista couldn't figure out my security setting so I finally did it all by hand. It tried for a few minutes then just closed the window without and notice as to what just happened.

Remember that memory stick that I used to download the Linksys drivers. About ten minutes Vista tried to format the stick on it's own and failed. I was using the stick at the time and then Vista wouldn't read it anymore. Stuck it back into an XP box and all the data was still there and you could read and write to it just fine.

At some point I will buy a book on Vista and find out why all these things are happening. Until I believe I shall avoid it like the plague.

Worst movie ever

Nicholas Cage is a good actor. I loved him in "Raising Arizona". The last movie I saw of his was "National Treasure". It was a good movie. The whole family enjoyed it. This movie was by far the worst movie ever.

Even worse than the last Jim Jarmusch movie I saw. Which by the way, Jim you still owe me $15 for that movie.

The movie I am talking about is "Wicker Man". It should have been named "Shit Man Don't Watch this Movie". After ten minutes Shamoopie and I looked at each other and said "This better get better." It didn't.

The ending was the worst part and the fact that I sat through the whole thing to get to it just pisses me off.

One of us is wrong...

Shamoopie syas that the bird is a girl. I say that the bird is a Larry. So, one of us is wrong.

I am already anticipating having "man days" with him just like her brother has with his youngest son. Cheetos, cartoons, sugar soda, and spiderman pants. Maybe even some "Walker Texas Ranger" or Clint Eastwood, when he gets older.

Lovely and Shamoopie want a little girl. We even have girl dogs. I need another y chromosome around here!

In this, I am alone. :( It's not easy being me.

It's a cruel, cruel joke

The damn boxes look the same except for the fact that there is a light yellow stripe. I am talking about regular Diet Mountain Dew and what must be a new version call "Caffeine Free Diet Mountain Dew".

Shamoopie and I went to Target and I have to have some Dew for my morning commute. It's the only way I survive it. We buy a fridge pack and while I am loading it into the car she asks why did you buy caffeine free?

What? Caffeine Free! What's the point? You drink the stuff for the caffeine. Not because you like the taste. It has the same amount of caffeine as four cups of coffee. Making it caffeine free is ridiculous and stupid. What moron though to of this? Wait I am blaming this on one person. This smells of group effort. I bet it was done by committee. Things always work better by committee. Wrong!

So we stopped by the local grocery store so I could get some Dew and all they have is caffeine free also. I hate you PepsiCo. and your committees that ruin all the fun.

Next they will try and put vitamins in the Dew just like they did to diet coke. As my neighbor says "Bastardos".

Scary, scary....

I was frightened today and it's not even Halloween yet! I opened an ebay listing for an amplifier and saw this ...
Take a close look at the picture. There are more of her on the listing. Remember he is trying to sell a guitar amplifier. All of his listings have really scary women in them. Dean guitars in the 70s would include good looking woman in their adds. But they were good looking and they caught hell from the woman movement so they stopped for a while. They are back now with guitars made in Korea and guess what...the bitches are back.

I was expecting to see a Matchless amp. My first thought were "Get your ass off the amp I want to look at it." I bet the amp now has "skank stank" all over it. You know that funky stripper smell that leaves a puddle when the woman exits the room. At least she didn't show me her tattoos! I bet there is a tramp stamp on there somewhere.

Here is her sister, she plays guitar...

Cell Phones and Crazy People

Growing up just outside New York city. Say it with me now in a southern drall, "New York City". You could tell who the crazy people were. They were dressed funny and would walk around talking to themselves. The state mental institutions would let people out once or twice a year when they were running low on funding and it seemed that they all of these people ended up in the city.

Mostly you avoided them. Sometimes they would steal your Coke cans while you where sitting at a table eating in Little Italy. You didn't try to chase them down because they were talking to themselves. You knew they were crazy. They left you alone if you left them alone. They had problems and you knew it.

Tonight there was a guy sitting in his car in a parking lot with engine running and the AC on because it's 101 degrees outside and he is just talking to himself. Is he crazy? Maybe. But he did have a thing stuck in is ear. Maybe he was on a cell phone? You see these people everywhere they are walking around and just talking up a storm. Sometimes it looks like they are talking to you. I feel like De Niro(ing) them and asking..."you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?". But then I would seem crazy.

So now a person who walks around talking to themselves may not be crazy? Maybe. So now I do the same thing I did before. I leave them alone and they leave me alone. Some how it still works.

Trim the trim

Ladies,

If you are going to show your whoo whoo out in public please take the time to trim it up! The Shamoop and I were eating at a restaurant at the mall the other night (since we don't have a kitchen yet) and the "lady" at the table across from us decided to show us her whoo whoo. We say it at about the same time. She knew I saw it and I knew she knew I saw it.

The couple was an older couple and looked to be out on a date. She was wearing a very short skirt and he was wearing god awful plaid pants. She must have had plans for later or just enjoyed showing her whoo whoo. She sat on the bench across from us and just opened her legs. At least she could have cleaned it up a bit. Shamoop and I were trying to eat. It was difficult not to laugh at the site of an older woman showing her whoo whoo in public.

If I were going to wear a kilt and have Mr. Happy hanging out I would at least do some Manscaping to help Mr. Happy look his best for the outing!

Blinded by the light,
Manfred Man