TC the Terrible

The house is starting to look and feel a bit more like home. Which means all of my stuff is still sitting out in the garage while THE WOMAN and ALL FOUR KIDS have their stuff already in place. In fact the kids are so settled in THE WOMAN has already had to threaten to ban them from the playroom for destroying it. So far, no major stains on the carpets and I’ve not yet had to move a complete room from one end of the house to the other. That’s always a good sign.

The last house had a yard service build in as part of the rental fee. This time we are on our own for that, so cutting the grass is a high priority tomorrow. Not as high a priority as a quick 18 holes on the nearby public course is though. I’ve also been instructed to ‘fix the shrubbery’ this weekend. As best as I can tell the damn shrubbery is just fine. Until somebody points out what is broken, I refuse to attempt to fix it.

As THE BOY can attest to, peckers are amazing things. For instance if you cut off the foreskin, it can prevent AIDS in third world countries. (I doubt that there is a ‘do-it-yourself’ kit for that at the local Home Depot, so seek professional help before you attempt this yourself.) For all of the guys in Midtown Memphis and Dupont Circle DC that think they should have been born as women, there is still hope for you. It seems that an individual in Hlaing Thar Yar, Myanmar (that’s in Burma according to Google.) has grown herself/himself/itself a new pecker. To top it off, he/she/it even had his/her/its boobs fall off. Look people, I don’t make this stuff up. Both events have been on the Drudge Report in the past few days.

Have a great weekend.

Out.

Well the week is shaping up pretty well. One more day in the office and then two days to call my own. I may try to squeeze in nine holes before I cut the grass Saturday morning.

The big news in town is that the cops finally caught Borf. It turns out that DC’s best known graffiti tagger is a 18 year old spoiled brat from one of the better DC suburbs. That really puts a dent into his street cred. Seemingly he got fed up with life in the real world after one of his buds committed suicide a couple of years ago. This turned Borf into an anarchist who finished high school early because he didn’t like the concept of education.

The guy on the radio today said that the NL East leading Nationals were one of the main reasons that Metro rail ridership is up this summer. In June over 18.5 million people took the Metro. I think the bulk of them have squeezed up next to me on the Orange line in the afternoons.

The DSL line is now operational at home. THE WOMAN was very pleased by that. And despite what the Nazis over at Cox Cable will tell you, Verizon DSL is visibly faster, and much more robust. It’s cheaper too. Can you imagine that? To add to my joy and pleasure the installation took less than 20 minutes and did not require me to converse with some off-shore troglodyte to get the router configured correctly.

Million Dollar Baby came out on DVD this week and I was really impressed with it. As a rule most movies that the critics love really suck. Clint Eastwood hit one hell of a home run with this one. All the praise was more than deserved.

Work beckons so I have to go. More tomorrow.

Out.

P.S. Rob Thomas is not gay, and he’s really pissed that someone thinks he’s joined a cult. He sends his apologies to Tom Cruise on both accounts.

I’m feeling old today. No real reason, I just woke up with old age in my bones today.

Notice that I did find time to tweak out the right side of the page today, and I’ve been cranking out content for Nights and Weekends.com again. Look for my review of Fantastic Four to be up soon.

Our DSL for the house kit arrived a couple of days ago, and I got the e-mail today saying that our phone line is good to go. That means that I’ll be on the phone tonight with some jerk wad from the Pacific rim (or God forbid India) working the kinks out of the wireless network.

That’s it for the day. I’m cutting out to get an ID card made for SECOND DAUGHTER, SECOND MARRIAGE (SDSM) this afternoon. Now that she’s ten she has to have one.

Out.