But, it's all not good news ....

First of all I cut myself badly while slicing a peach this AM. Bled quite a bit. I used my "put your finger in sugar trick", but the bleeding wasn't stopping. It did stop however by the time I was examined in the emergency room in Delray Beach. So I felt kind of embarrassed.

They were not pleased with the bloody sugar coating however. But, as usual, it did work in the end. Something about sugar clumping to the blood helps get a clot quicker, IMHO.

I was a bit stunned at the final repair, however. They used something called DermaBond. That is, they sealed the cut with CrazyGlue.

I've gotten CrazyGlue on my fingers before. Feels identical.

But there is more trouble in ToyLand.

I almost didn't get to donate blood. AND I BLAME GIA!!!

They do a physical exam first. As part of the exam they stick your finger and drop a drop of blood into some kind of liquid. For some reason my drop hung for a second before it's usual float to the bottom.

The took another drop for a more detailed test. According to WebMD, normal iron for men is 12.5-31.3 micromoles per liter. I was in the 14s. So, all was well in terms of donating. But, I was heading to anemia!!

What had I changed in my diet that could explain a loss of Fe??

I had stopped, for the most part, eating red meat!!!

DAMN THE GIA!!!

It's really not her fault.

She didn't tell me to not each spinach or chick pea or beans or raisins or prunes.

I was also surprised since I take a daily vitamin. But, I checked the label. 0% of my daily allowance of Fe. ZERO!!! Damn Kirkland and Costco!!! So I've changed my vitamin, too.

And, while I might have a monthly burger indulgence. And, a steak every few months. I will not be eating all that much more red meat than usual. The only addition will be an occasional chili con carne. But, I'll be having more vegetarian and not less as I add more falafel, spinach, kale, beans, etc., etc.

So when I donate again come Aug/Sept, my blood drop's ponderous descent should shatter the vial! [in a matter of speaking]

I'm hopping my light-trap catches the last fleas...have been gone to the Grand Hyatt in Seattle for the last 3 days where the the am,damn cat was flea-bathed and in our absence, and put into a $250 Nuetral Zone..........

...stole a few VIALS of cucumber/dill from the Grand Hyatt!! Will connfuse the cat, and the fleas..;.

IT IS WAR!!!!! I will haead the fleas into the trap...because I am smatter than them......

Crazy glue is the same shit... It should be part of your first aid kit along with some fucking tampons...just in case you have some deep puncture and or bullet wounds.. you shove it in the wound and it helps stem the bleeding to anything short of an arterial cut

Tampons .... interesting .... I will try that.

Hey Gunker. Glad to see you back.

Just seeing you reminds me of that time Flog's anal lab exploded releasing toxic waste in the form of gay porn pics wiht JeffMike's likeness photoshopped there-upon.

Gumdrop titties. Good times.

The "injury" quashed my other inane news.

First, I am not AT ALL pleased with Weather.com.

It's 6:30 AM EDT on Sunday and I do a quick look at the weather.



NOTHING in that report would lead you to believe there would be a downpour circa 7:30 in Delray Beach. NOTHING.

But there was a downpour ...


Their definition of 0% chance and my definition of 0% chance aren't congruous. Nor remotely similar.

Fatty it's Florida- it rains on one side of the street and not the other. We used to move our stickball games literally 4 houses down the street to avoid summer showers.

In other nonsense, yesterday was my first day of completing 50 pool lengths of mock butterfly.

I should hit 60/morning in early Aug. Hope to build to 100/day by the Feast of the Circumcision.

The new waterproof MP3 player I bought really helps me to block out my bursitis and rotator cuff issues and just race the songs to complete laps. It even a bit less sore than usual lately.

My hope is that building muscles around it will help ease the discomfort of using my shoulder to exercise more. So far so good. It still "barks" at times. But, like today, there are times it isn't even too tender to the touch.

I initially injured it in April 1985 lifting a high-speed Florida Data printer that was in a box labelled for disk drives at the Computer Shoppe in Madison, TN. So, the tear is older than THE Twins.

So old that I can't find a picture of the damn printer. Or much of any info for that matter.

Quite true. So that would be at least 1% chance.

It was 30% chance of a thundershower this afternoon. But, there wasn't one. Which is fine.

0% chance and there's rain ticks me off. It shouldn't but it does.

"Expect dry conditions over the next 6 hours," my ass.

::rantingfornoreasontonooneinparticular::

If it makes you feel better yesterday here in NE Kansas there was a 30% chance of thunderstorms before 9 AM. I stepped outside to run some errands a little after 11 AM and got soaked by a shower the second I stepped out of the door.

Not really.

What did make me feel better about the light shower this morning was two things ... first, there was a 10% chance of precipitation. So, I was warned it was possible.

Second there was an outstanding full rainbow to the south and west afterwards. I don't even remember the last time I saw a rainbow that clearly almost from end to end. One of the downsides of living 25 years just out of Manhattan, I guess.

I saw a giant rainbow over Trenton on Sunday while driving down along the river. All I could think of was "Aint no fuckin pot of gold at the end of that." but I kept it to my self since my kid wouldn't understand.

While I don't think there is any gold in Trenton, there might be quite a bit of pot.

It is all shit weed. And you gotta cart a black dude around for anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half stopping different places trying to score. I'm talking for quantity here, pound not a couple dime bags.

I had to yell at my guy one time for nonchalanting a big fuckin blunt, w/ cops across the street corner from us. "Aw, they don't care about a blunt." Probably but with a pound and a half in the trunk, I don't wanna take the chance. "AAAAAAWWW Damn! I forgot wut we wuz doin. Damn! You right. You right."

Then there was the time he saw some dude who had been sniffin around his baby mamma. 3 in the afternoon on a Friday, this motherfucker gets out of my car and starts yellin, "Whatchu think you doin nigga." at a crowd outside a fucking fried chicken joint in the middle of Trenton. My face musta looked like I saw a ghost as I turned to look at the crowd, 1/2 the dudes eyeballin me.

I had to yell get in the fucking car 3 times. 3rd one I added "or I'm pulling away," cause the natives were literally gettin restless and traffic was lining up behind me. He gets back in the car and starts folding up a Gerber multi tool, all the tools were out. What the fuck were you gonna do with that? "You see the size of that nigga? He woulda beat the hell outta me, but I put some holes in him if he try."

don't you live on a farm? if I had your kind of space and didn't have to travel at the drop of a hat.....

Lots of National Guard and Air Force flying over me. I'm paranoid.

No one's going to notice 10-12 plants. Even the guy who reads the meter will just pinch a bud. Do it. Can you still buy dutch seeds online?

You can, as far as I know, but after 9/11 I believe they irradiate mail from overseas. Now you could just take a drive to the nearest MM state for seeds.

Dutch seeds are old news. You can get them from Canada or even in the States. Supposedly their successful shipping numbers are pretty good.

I would feel better about getting them myself. I just don't trust the mail anymore. Nice avatar by the way.

She's just precious.

My mom hates that woman.

FINALLY found all the documentation I need to fix my laptop screen.

Tired connecting a data transfer wire I got, but it only shows the "host" CPU. No idea why.

They said it was OK to send it without the hard disk, so that's what I will do.

In the meantime, I resolved my issue of not seeing the screen. Got the laptop connected to my HDTV via an HDMI cable. The trick seems to be it has to be plugged in and not running off battery.

Currently moving 1,882 video files consisting of 392 Gb. I had no idea I had that much on that PC. I thought I moved most of it already. Likely just copied instead of cut. Or maybe there was a folder that I neglected and proved to be the "vein" in this video mine.

Readying myself for my trip to NYC. Haven't move to a psychopharm in FLA yet. So, I need my med scripts.

I'm pretty sure my sister will be too busy to see me. Hooray!

Too much drama between her and dad.

Found out my father's sister's husband died months and months ago. He was an odd, hateful, bitter man. Very prejudiced man as well. Still, he was a good provider to my aunt and cousins.

Not allowed to tell dad he's gone. In fact, she'd be pissed if she knew I knew. Because I'm likely to spill the beans because I don't get the secrecy.

I'm not a good follower. I ask questions and need reasons that I concur with.

I do find it odd when people marry people from groups they despise. No idea what drove him to marry a Jewish girl. But, he was determined. My grandfather allegedly hated the guy. He and my late Marine uncle beat him up, if the stories are correct. But, he got back with my aunt when my dad and his brother were both abroad in the Army during my grandfather's funeral.

Oddly I CAN understand fucking someone from a group one rates as inferior, but MARRY and have as your sole MATE for your progeny? I CANNOT reconcile it.

Anyway .... this guy and my dad were never the best of friends, to put it mildly. There was always some kind of competition between them, with my dad usually putting my uncle down and hard.

He retaliated by attempting to belittle my achievements. The first time he did it, it hurt a little. But, it was ALWAYS the same put down. Like he was SO IMPRESSED his reptilian brain came up with it he had to use it over and over. Like Panzer and "your mama" pathetic.

His line was "that and a subway token will get you thru the turnstile". He had early onset of dementia by the time tokens were obsolete. So, I don't know if he would have updated to "Metrocard".

He was a mutt of different nationalities. His last name was likely Slovak. Even he wasn't sure of it's origins. And, in some kind of odd Favre-ian twist, he pronounced the letters in it out of order.

He didn't like his dad. Rarely spoke of him. Loved his mom, who was 1/2 Italian and 1/2 undeclared. He claimed himself Italian when asked. He was 1/4 at best. But, he was as much that as anything thing else, it seemed.

The only reason I think that they [my aunts and my sister who make up the Triumvirate who rule the faction of the clan warring with my dad] don't want him to know that my uncle is dead is that he'll view it as some kind of victory.

Or maybe they don't want him to piss on the grave.

Sounds like he had it when tokens cost a dollar.

He was demented likely since birth.

I don't know when dementia set in. He always said ignorant things so it is hard for me from the "outside" to know exactly. But, by 2008, he was mostly gone. He had no idea who most of his relatives where.

He still remembered his main antagonist. My cousin tried to get my dad and him to reconcile and my dad agreed, but once my father got within his recognition zone, my uncle went into a standard diatribe.

His lasting legacy is that he split the family.

December 1981. My cousin thru my father's 2nd youngest brother gets killed driving a newly purchased sports car into a pole exiting the Sunken Meadow Parkway enroute to East Northport days short of his 21st birthday.

While he was sober and not on drugs, it was an intoxicant and [his recklessness that borders upon stupidity] that killed him: Lust for speed and danger.

It was not his first serious accident speeding. This time the car he was driving met a post on an exit ramp with a posted speed limit of 20 mph. Suffolk County Police estimate he was going over 80 on an ice covered road. He died instantly, cut into halves by the dashboard.

The uncle in question left the wake [my cousin was Irish Catholic in religion thru his mom] and toured the accident scene for reasons I'm not clear on.

Not only that, he decided to brag about it at the wake the next day. This infuriated my cousin's immediate family and ever since then the family has been divided into two camps.

There were attempts to reconcile. All ended badly. My dad's brother who lost his son and dementia uncle's kid actually had a fist fight at my sister's college graduation party. We don't usually get white trash stuff like that.

I am glad you can vent/vocalize here.

The fatman says he post on ESPN boards so I guess he is busy typing away bout summer baseball.

OR

Has the fatMan taken his final leave from this putrid hovel of the intranets?

ESPN just changed their commenting to where you have to sign in with a facebook acct. I wonder if Fatty jumped ship to SI.com, like many others have.

For The Fatman, wherever you are.

Ralph Kiner, Mets broadcasting legend and Hall of Fame Pirates player, dead at 91

Aw shit. Sad day. I used to like listening to him do Mets games on ch 9 and his Kiners Korner post game show. Heck of a slugger in his day, too. I think he did 10 years in a row of 40+ HR.

RIP Ralph

Fatman is back down in Florida hanging out around the condo pool.

That is a decent chick, what is she doing naked with Fatman and the other guy?

I know Barry's answer, for the rest of you fellas, would you bang that broad w/ the 2 jabronis watching you and jacking off?

I would. I'd shoot my load all over her sweaty/juicy asshole and pussy, then tell the other 2 "Who ever eats that up gets to go next." Then I would watch, puke and leave.

You do know my answer.

Bump.

Welcome home, Fatman.

I have a new cat. A female tabby. She's about two. A rescue courtesy of PBC. [That's Palm Beach County to those of you not in a elephants' graveyard for Jews.]

She cost $3, was spayed, and came with an embedded micro-chip, a collar [which she tore off long, long ago], a bag of Hill's diet food and a voucher for a vet visit.

She was found at 3 weeks old in a field and was fostered until she was 7 months old. She is scared of EVERYTHING. She believes if she hides under the covers, that she is safe and no one can see her.

She doesn't like men. She mostly keeps her distance from me. But, she likes when I play fight with her. And, she stalks me and executes guerrilla raids against my legs with lightning speed.

If I stand in a particular spot of the house, she will come out and let me pet her 3 or 4 times. But, only in this spot and only 3 or 4 times.

She is a tease and a flirt. She will spot me. Lay down on her side or her back to show her belly and then dart away when I approach.

She has no interest whatsoever in any food but dry food. No can food. No human food. And, no treats. She loves toys and likes to hoard them in areas she has claimed as her own. When she is particularly playful she will leave a toy out in the middle of the room as act all surprised when I toss it and grab it, WarMachine it like it was Christy Mack and return it to the collection.

She is a food whore. Before, during and after feedings, petting is tolerated. But, otherwise only in that special place.

Once she's had enough of my petting. Or if I pet her and then fail to feed her, she hisses, swats and heads to her territory.

All of this is much as I imagine it would be if I had dated Cherish or Cali Marie. Only, in those cases, with many, many litters of unwanted kittens.

Damn it. K1ng must have hacked my Facebook and given the pic to Bornyo.



The only question is who photoshopped in the other dude ..... ?

Nice story, dude. She's coming around.

It pleases me immensely that you read my stuff so diligently.

Seems I have made you a fan!