Why are people so f'ing stupid?

OK, I may say some stupid things at times. And ask questions on how to install, or configure stuff with computers.

But I would NEVER, EVER, EVEN WITH A GUN TO MY HEAD!!!!

Ask another guy at the bar, how to put a ring, stud, chain, OR A MOTHER FU{KING SLINKY! in, or through my penis.

I will save you the details of the conversation I overheard. But there are people out there, HERE IN THE GREAT OUTBACK OF SFSD, that have the mind to do this multiple times {to themselves}, thinking that it stimulates the pleasure.

WELL FU{KIN' DUH'!!!
If you injure your heat seeking moisture missle to the point of not being able to use it for over 6 months, {inc. wacking the wombat, beating the beast, playing pac-man without the Atari, get the drift?}, the certain senses in the lower areas are going to go bezerk! And to do it THREE TIMES! Any normal guy out there would think Mre. Wiggley is happy with only one exterior hole. And after a forced cumulative recovery of what totals over a year & a half, {please don't ask unless you have not ate in the last 12 hours}. Why not call Lorena Bobbit up? At least you know you are in good hands. Well, maybe until the next city park.

What happens later? I can't say right now. I was too busy singing a bee-gee's song in my head & checking out the womens under-where section of the establishment, attempting to do what ever I could to avoid the images in my head.

Who, where, -ever you are, please take a few moments to go away from your 'puter, go outside, and enjoy the harvest moon(s) tonight & later this month. And yes this is a start of a month on some calenders.


Blessed Be,
Dr. Strangelove

OB/GYN's, love, and Bush all in the same sentence

I thought a friend was pulling my leg when I first heard about this but read on...

Reuters AlertNet - Bush: OB-GYNs kept from 'practicing their love'

OB/GYN - nice little shockwave with him actually saying it.

And this is our President?

I lost at trivia, but won the trip home

So, the evil (his own claim), nemisis Led, beat me at a simple game of trivia.

I showed him later, I think, by toying with his 'evile', (pinky to mouth), mind by beating him to all the crossroads from 33rd & Minn. to 10th & Cliff.

MUUUAHHHH HAAAA HAAA HAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! (again pinky to mouth).....

AND I WAITED 3 TIMES!!!

Now I will watch Dharma & Greg, & wait for the cartwheel..... again.

I'm pretty sure Led would do that too if he could, {laundry injury 'ya know}.

Blessed Be, don't worry about how pure your fluids are, & enjoy the moon today,
Dr. Strangelove

Poll dances, and those who can't focus groups

I just got back, (after a short visit to willy's), from having to do A/V support for a "focus group". This is where you get all the opinions, preferences, and what-not, from people. Not the people on the *reality* shows that you see on TV. These are REAL FRIGGIN, mom & dad, dirt under the nails, King of the Hill people.

The only problem today was out of 12 for the 1st meeting only 3 showed. Not something you can pull a legit rendering of opinion of the populous (sp).

So, after spending several hours setting up two conference rooms with, 5 microphones, vid-camera, 2 video feeds, a cassette deck & PA (which was not needed), mixer, & seperate video & audio recording feeds, I ended up sitting & playing spider solitare on my laptop.

They still had another group and the promise of a free dinner, so I was not really torqued yet. I had found my Ultimate Rollercoaster, SIMS, & Ghost Recon CD's in my gig bag. And while everyone else in the room was bitching about the food, I was either:
1} trying to get out of a war zone.
2} creating a wooden-coaster, {AKA woodie}, that has a 21g turn & bank going into a double loop
3} make sure the sim-house I created with two *friendly* females, doesn't get more perverse than what was originally intended. {let your imagination rome on that, the software will not allow some of the requests a few of my friends have had, and there are some things I will not do to my psudo-lesbian creations} It's just degrading.

ANYWAY, they cancelled the 2nd group after much thought & more in-bitching because the people that brought in the people to tell THESE people, brought in a totally wrong demographic of people. They made a choice, pay the lemmings & let them go, or run into the waiting room & yell "THERE'S A FIRE, RUN AWAY", & split the money.

They decided to pay the lab rats, let them free, then ate a few slices of cheesecake left from dinner, & finally went off to the bars.

I, on the otherhand, had to rip apart all the shit I had set up for nothing. No 'thanks alot', or 'sorry for wasting your time', or 'do you need a hand with that?'.

And I have to do it all again tomorrow 90+ miles away....

Blessed Be,
Dr. Strangelove

Blonde & sleep deprivation do not mix

OK, my last post is time stamped @ 2:27. That is when I started it, not when it actually was posted. This is due to my lack of how to blog correctly. Or at least how to blog, and not have everything show up in 36pt type size after attempting to make a statement that I thought needed some flair.

It is now 4:47. I have to go away, far, far away from my computer so that I can finally get sleep.

I still think, therefore I might still be.

Dr. Strangelove

How Winston Churchill and turkeys become one

"TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
A SNAKE! OHH NO! A SNAKE!!!!"

This is what was going through my head while dealing with inbred mouth-breathers this past weekend. I don't know if it was them being to dumb to figure out what the padlock pictures (locked or unlocked) on the portapotties ment, {duh, it might be unlocked meaning AVAILABLE, or locked meaning SOMEONE'S TAKEING A SHIT, PEEING, OR WACKING OFF, & DOES NOT WANT TO BE WALKED IN ON!}.

Or, it might be how they show up @ 5:00 in the morning, & set up a series of lawn chairs on the parade route, AND TIE THE M-F'ING THINGS TOGATHER SO THEY DO NOT GET MOVED BEFORE THE 2 PM START OF THE FREAKING THING!

It could also be that the WHOLE friggin town closes, {and they get pissy if you try to buy something 20 min before closing}, just to see a damn turkey run four blocks down a street. {they need to watch the chairs for nine hours to make sure no-one hides a Glock in a cup holder, or a fully auto shotgun in the carry bag}. {{ BTW don't think of taking a gun into the *good lord's thrift shop* on 10th street, they are banned there}}

I have worked multi-day street dances where people had been drinking for 3 days, and I have never met more rude, inconciderate, bi-polarly genetically mutated assholes. I counted 4 or 5 people going around scouting for pop & beer cans, {as well as dumpster-diving for said objects of income}. And these same people ignoring the food plates & plastic bottles on the ground next to empty trash cans.

On the funny side, I did entertain myself for about 15-20 minutes watching some elderly guy grabbing at different spots of the backside of a porta-potty trying to find the door. It was amusing , and I was finnaly going to help him when one of the 18 city cops came up & told him that the door was on the other side.

Him & 5 other buzz-headed boys in black were standing & chatting on the sidewalk next to where I was the whole time watching like I was, and chatting up teen-age girls. I would hate to see how they would have responded to a 911 call.

Oh well. I guess they may have heard Churchill saying "Keep buggering on...", and mis-understood.

Blessed Be, Dr. Strangelove

Oh well, Another day & not another dollar.

I have been home since 11:30 & just FINALLY am getting around to one of the things I intended to do online tonight. After yet another day of working almost non-excisting shows. Check this out:

Monday: I went down to Tea to setup a PA & stage monitors for some band that is playing @ the Shrine Mosque Sat. Night. I got there & they already have both systems from stuff that they own. My boss is nowhere to be seen & I am getting harrassed about what type of gear I will be bringing Sat., I told them I didn't even know where & when this "rehersal" was until 2 hours previous. Boss actually shows up, I pawn the band guys off on him, and after less than an hour, I'm heading back to SF really pissed because this shit caused me to miss the races that night.
The other 3 days were not much better.

Now I am off to try to find something to make SVCD's so I can watch movies on my laptop.

No beer makes me nervous. Dr. Strangelove

Well, let's see if this works this time

I just got this thing up & running & wanted to see how it works.

More later..

Dr. S