Cousin Eddie

Someone hacked into my Amazon.com account and placed the CLARK GRISWOLD Christmas Vacation Chicago Blackhawks CCM White Hockey Jersey in  my checkout cart.

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Who would do such a thing????

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I can think of a couple of people.

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If it wasn't such a high quality item, I'd be really pissed.
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At any rate, if you are the Cousin Eddie who did this... I would watch your back.

Order Madness

So I'm at the Duluth Trading Co. site ordering some shoes and they say that my size has sold out.  A nice lady even called me on my cell phone to tell me that they couldn't fulfill my order, and she gave me a code for free shipping on my next order.  Excellent customer care.
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But, as cool as they are at Duluth, you won't find that problem at the Nanepashemet Blogging Apparel Store.  All of our advertised stock is readily available so you won't experience the bitter dissapointment of order rejection. 

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Even though the Tuna Lips Skull Caps are flying out the door, there will be one ready for you when you finally get up the gonads to fire up your plastic. 

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Despite massive orders from 50 states as well as Canadian Provinces, the Tommy O Tank Tops are fully stocked for your muscle shirt enjoyment.

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And the Atty Jeremy Johnson Wannabee Boxers in all sizes are ready for order.... although there has been a big run on the 2X's.

Some of you Peeps have accused the Mountain of the Man of selling this stuff in a shameless effort to raise some extra Holiday scratch.  Very insightful.  But that's not the only freaking reason.   The fact is that all of the profits from this enterprize will be donated to my favorite charity... the JJ Fund... dedicated to keeping the Mountain of a Man as solvent as possible.

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And before you click to another site in disgust, consider this ..... if the JJ Fund isn't sizably healthy.... how do you expect to get your pathetic Nanepashemet Blog fix.... day after hopeless day????  Yeah.. You didn't think of that, did you?

Small Town

Living in a small town used to mean that you dealt with gossip and people who wanted to know everything about you.
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But the information age now means that the entire world is really a small town for purposes of finding out anything about anyone.
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That's why the news seems to be so prone to gossip about celebrities and low life situations.
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Gossip seems to help people let go of the absurdities and incompetence in their own lives as they search for the failings in others.  Now we don't have to hang in the village square to find our topics.  They are brought to us electronically from the four corners of the Earth.

Pisc said...

My tuna lips winter cap arrived today. Perfect

Crap Shoot

My friend, Will Murray, called yesterday and asked that I attend a zoning hearing at the City of Peabody this evening.
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Naturally I'll be there.  Will seemed pretty worked up about it. 
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A big part of my livelyhood is getting permits from various municipalities.  And there is always a lot of anxiety around it, because people you don't know  can really drop a monkey wrench in your path.  But things generally work out the way they're supposed to. 
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My company has gotten over a hundred permits in the last two years.   And I have been skunked badly once in that time in a little Berkshire hill town... didn't see it coming at all.
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This one tonight is not business for me... I'm just there to support a friend.  Betting that he beats the odds.

Couch Visualization

Today will be a long day.
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Sometime late tonight or in the early hours of tomorrow, I will be sitting here on the couch after traveling to New Haven County this evening for a zoning hearing and then deadheading back to Marblehead.
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I anticipate a positive outcome, but you never know.  I've been submarined at these events before.  If I get the petition approved, it will be worth it.

UPDATE
I'm back on the couch as predicted at 12:06AM.  Our petition was accepted unanimously, which was nice... but the six hours or so in the F150,..... down to New Haven and back...was  freaking exhausting.  Living the Dream has its limitations.

Birthday Bonus

It was my birthday yesterday... which I share with my grandson, Ethan, who was born on the same day of the year.  This guarantees that my family will always remember my birthday, because they are too scared to forget Ethan's.  If you saw the pic that I posted yesterday, you would know why.
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Sometimes, being a Mountain of a Man means that you have to step back and quell  personal excitement for the sake of others.  So I was pretty low key about my day.  But Joanne and I did go down to our favorite Marblehead restaurant, Cafe Italia, with Dale and Gail Johnson and the Johnson's picked up the tab.
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That took the sting out of the wait staff calling me "Big Guy".
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I continue to harbor the theory that calling people "Big Guy" is a euphemism for "Fat Shit".   So Dale never misses the chance to tab the "BG" moniker on me.
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Did I mention that he picked up the tab?  Let him have his fun.....

Should Have Seen the Other Guy

This is a photo of my Grandson, Ethan Nestor, who ran into some trouble down at the local YMCA.
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Here he is patiently waiting with his balloon for Santa.
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If I were Santa... I'd give him what he asks for.
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He turns 3 years old tomorrow.

A Shame about Cain

It's not like Herman Cain was going to get the Nanepashemet Nod, but I have a real bad taste in my mouth about him leaving the Republican nomination race and the way he had to leave.
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It seems to me that he didn't force himself on any of the women who came forward about him, and I don't see the motivation to throw yourself into the national limelight just because someone made a pass at you..
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Unless of course it was money.
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I believe that the truth will come out that these women were scamers or corrupted by bribes.
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A conservative Black Republican candidate is so dangerous to Obama and the Dems, that Cain had to be derailed at all costs.
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I wonder how much it actually did cost?

Postgame Belichick

Just finished watching Bill Belichick's Post Game press conference as the Pats beat the Colts 31-24.
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His answers are always the same...

• Individual stats don't matter.
• They did some things well and need to improve on other things.
• They are only interested in focusing on the next team that they are going to play.

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Basically... it's a team game and keep your focus on the next game.  In many ways, it is a prescription for success in almost any field of endeavor.
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It seems like he's always in a big hurry to get off of the podium.

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I do feel bad for the new reporters who throw themselves into the breach once more to ask questions that have been answered the same way for weeks and years on end.

Christmas Shopping Salvation

OK Peeps.

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In a magnanimous effort help you with your pathetic attempts at Christmas shopping.... I'm going to make it easy for you.... plus, these are the classiest gifts this side of the Pecos.

Tommy McMahon Commemorative Peep of the Year UniSex V Neck T - a steal at $21.90.
Official Nanepashemet Atty Jeremy Johnson Y front Wannabee Boxers - only $17.74.
Official Nanepashemet Tommy O Taking Out the Trash Bathrobe - unheard of price of $39.88.
Official Nanepashemet Mountain of a Man Couch Potato Pants - giving them away at $28.90.
Official Nanepashemet Tuna Lips Skull Cap  - underpriced at $18.90.

Just click on the links and order to your hearts content.
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Since most of the guys at the Indonesian sweat shop that manufactures these fine garments are Muslims, there is no slowdown during the holiday season.  So production is kicking along like a MoFo.

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There is a lot of other cool stuff in the store also.

John Forbes Kerry said...

Where can I gut me a Tuna lips Skullcap?

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You would certainly stike a figure on your Rhode Island yacht with the TL logo stuck on your forehead, Senator.   Have your people contact me and I will cut a bulk deal for you, Heinzy, and the rest of your crew.

500 Point Blessing.

The Dow Jones Stock Market Average rose by 500 points yesterday.
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Isn't it funny that when the stock market increases, it gets far less play than if it drops?
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If the market plunged by 500 points, it would have been major headlines.
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People tend to whine about problems much more than count their blessings.

Chasing Cain

If you want to get on the TV news, have a deer run through your home of business and get it on film.  The second most popular technique seems to be saying that Herman Cain made a pass at you.

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Both methods are highly successful and good for a news story every week or so.

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Both are also only possible due to the high levels of communication in this internet, information age.

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Deer have been crashing into buildings for years, but surveillance cameras are relatively new.  And politicians have been trying to get laid for quite a while as well, but it has never been so widely reported.  

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I don't care too much about the deer, but the politicians part has me perplexed.  If we rejected our leaders due to their sexual proclivities, we never would have had guys like John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Franklin Roosevelt, Dwight Eisenhower, and Bill Clinton wielding positions of power.

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Now if Herman Cain smashed through a store window chasing a deer..... that would be real news.

Out of the Haze

It was time to break out of the Thanksgiving Holiday Haze today, and I think I pulled it off.  The key was to touch all of the outstanding projects and get responses and inquiries out on everything.  Then the emails and phone calls kick in in response to your action and it is off to the races.
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By 1:30 PM or so, it was like you never took a four day eating and drinking overindulgence binge with virturally no redeeming activity in between.
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I even ate right today... keeping clear of carbs and getting 20 min. on the Cybex.
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Made a Doctor's appointment for Jan 30, 2012 which is two days prior the end of the FreshAyer ordeal, and it seems like the two months between here and then might be nice period of time to get my weight and blood pressure down through a little self denial and discipline.
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This time, the only thing that I can guarantee is that I'll try.

Dump Etiquette

In a concerted effort to fend off the Thanksgiving Haze, I loaded up the the F150 for a much needed trip to the dump.,
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The Marblehead Transfer Station, aka the Dump, is  a tight turnaround with a scale and a hydraulic packing unit that has a one car wide entrance.  In a perfect world, you would pull into the turnaround, neatly back up to the packing unit pit, efficiently dump your trash, and quickly drive away.
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But at the Marblehead Dump... it's not a freaking perfect world.
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It could be though, if people would only practice some simple dump etiquette. 

• Like when you back up to the hydraulic pit, get out of your vehicle promptly and get to the business of dumping your crap.  
• And you may want to move a little faster than a snail with the flu while you discard your trash from your vehicle. 
• And you should refrain from striking up a neighborly conversation in between throwing your trash while other people, aka me, are waiting patiently to use the pit.
• And when you're done dumping your shit, you really shouldn't stay at the pit to sweep your BMW station wagon clean and dust free while parked at the pit.
• And when you're done taking up my time, while you primp and preen your dumping experience.... it would be nice if you moved your ass just a tad quicker to get back into your soccer mom bus and pull the hell out of the pit area.

Listen Asshole....
Your didn't lease some time at the freaking dump pit.  It's not like your timeshare in Cabo.   Get the Phuck In and get the Phuck Out and stop wasting my Phucking TIME!
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I love to go to the Dump.  You meet the nicest people.... and they meet you.

Dysfunctional Family

I heard a comment made the other day about dysfunctional families.  Something about how she didn't know any family that wasn't dysfunctional in some way.
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Peeps... I don't want to go all spiritual and metaphysical on you.... but I am 99.99% positive that we are not placed in this peculiar DNA arrangement on an isolated spinning planet to be "functional".  This existance is a challenge issued by the omnipotent Universal Force (aka God) to experience particular circumstances in the Earth medium. 
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We don't experience the challenges by being "functional".
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The "dysfunctional" part is the one thing that makes sense of it all.
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So embrace your own version of "dysfunctional".   Everybody has it and yours is here for your own unique God given reasons for you to work on.   And above all, never be embarassed about your Dysfunctional Family.  Anybody who looks down on you are just trying to deny how phucked up that they, themselves, really are.
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And BTW... if this doesn't fit into the constraints of traditional Christian, Jewish, Muslm, etc. faith... take a look at it.  Change the names to fit the boxes that you believe in, and you might end up agreeing with me.


Tuna Lips said...

That there is some deep shit yer shov'lin.

POTW Week 47

A slow day... the day after Thanksgiving.  Because we are so blessed, we had way too much to eat causing a sluggish, passifying, general feeling of inertia.  But we're  not going so slow that we can't live up to our responsibilities.
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In many ways, this week is the most important of the year for practicing Nanepashemet Peeps.....  what with the inspirational yet annoying night before Bash with it's overindulgence, baudiness and lack of good taste all rolled into one raucous night of celebration.
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I do enjoy it so.
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ANNOUNCING....
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 47th week of 2011

Kerry D'Orio
Brendt D'Orio (Automatic Lagavulin Rule)
Maria Rowen (Automatic Lagavulin Rule)
Mark Vona (Automatic Lagavulin Rule)
Will Crawford
Brady Boyle

So another Bash goes into the record books.  It was the first at the Sundance House and won't be the last.  Next year, we welcome back the prodical son to this most solemn and esteemed occasion.

Inspirational Automatic Action

I know that many of you are wondering about the Bash aftermath since there were no incidents that would induce a police report.
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Suffice it to say that the Bash was a total, absolute, unequivocal success. 
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How else would you describe it when three classy Peeps came forward with the ultimate token of appreciation... the gift of Lagavulin 16 year old Single Malt Scotch?
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Since Tommy O had made the gesture a few days earlier, four bottles graced out countertop by the end of the evening.   Maria Rowen had made the initial gift, but since it was gift wrapped and presented in a nonpretentious fashion by leaving it on the counter, I didn't realize her gift until after she had left.   Thank you so much Maria.  You are certainly worthy of your Automatic Peep of the Week status.
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Brendt D'Orio was next to show up graced with the King.  We also gave him his first glass and he had a nice response.   Then Mark Vona, coach/teacher/exceptional fisherman, walked in with an additional bottle of the King.  Pure class  shown by Brendt and Mark, and I will gratefully bestow your Automatic designation in the next few days. 
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So we have completely restored our Lagavulin stock though the truly inspirational actions of Maria, Tommy, Mark and Brendt.
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I am almost moved to tears.

Maria Rowen said...
Ah...Achieving the Automatic...Can a Peep ever portend to pretend that POTW is not the highest of all honors?...No...We all covet the consideration. So today let's give thanks to the King of Scotch, the MoaM and the Queen of last night's Culinary Cabaret...Joanne...November 23, 2011.

Final Bash Prep

Tommy O dropped by last night with the tent and two gallons of his brother's award winning Bobby Byrnes Clam Chowder.  We set up the 10' x 10' tent on the deck over the turkey fryer last night and it survived an inch of rain and some major wind gusts.
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So this morning, I'm going to make the dough for the White Trash Balls, get to the Marblehead Post office to mail some certified public hearing notification letters, then over to the oral surgeon to extract that infected wisdom tooth.  On the way home from the Dentist, I'll pick up the ice and some firewood.
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Then it will be limited activity until 5:30 PM when we fire up the turkey frier, cut the chicken wings, crack a beer and wait for you Peeps to show.
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Soon the 2011 Night Before Thanksgiving Bash will be a hazy memory.

Jim L. said...

I'll check out the the Channel 7 news at 11. They usually have the spectacular stuff.

Homer Winslow - Dorys - circa 1880

Waterfront Offerings

Land Offerings

Pulling Teeth

A few weeks ago, I broke a crown in my lower left molar.   Not a big deal and I finally got to the dentist this morning.  One look in my mouth, and he uttered a large "WHOA!"
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Peeps... although you may know me as a Mountain of a Man, even guys like me can get a little unnerved when your dentist gasps at the first glance at your choppers.
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His prognosis????  Make an appointment with an oral surgeon and get your infected wisdom tooth extracted right away.... today if possible.  A call to the surgeon revealed that today wouldn't work, it would have to be tomorrow.
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Don't these guys know that the Bash is tomorrow???? Maybe the the most hallowed calendar event of the year for Nanepashemet Peeps of all persuasions?  There are things in life that are a bit more important than a freaking impacted wisdom tooth.   Who will fry the wings?  Who will make dough for the White Trash Balls?  I have to believe that yanking a tooth in the morning shouldn't impede these more important responsibilities.
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Once again.... I have to thank the Good Lord for blessing me with my superior Mountain of a Man abilities.  Go ahead and yank the tooth... and you might as well throw in a colonoscopy while you're at it.    It will take more than that to derail the 2011 Night Before Thanksgiving Bash.

WTB Protection

Can't say that this is a short work week because I got about a week's worth of work done yesterday in a highly productive 14 hours for Nanepashemet Telecom.
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Let's just say that if I blew off today and tomorrow before the Thanksgiving Holiday, I wouldn't be giving it a moment's notice.
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But we'll cover some details anyway during this pre-Bash period.   There is plenty of processing left due to all that productivity.
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After that, all attention must be to Bash prep.  The rain forecast is no problem, because Tommy O is coming by with at 10' x 10' tent which will fit nicely on the deck.  This is crucial because you can't let the White Trash Balls get wet and soggy.

POTW Week 46

As is often the case, I spoke too soon with my Lagavulin post yesterday as Tommy O showed why he is a worthly POTY and dropped by with a bottle of Lagavulin freshly picked from a New Hampshire liquor store.
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Was Tommy feeling a little guilty after putting my health in jeopardy by taking me to the Patriots game in Foxboro????
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Don't know and frankly don't care.
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As far as I'm concerned, he has totally redeemed himself and then some!!!!

ANNOUNCING...
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 46th Week of 2011.

Jim Lundgren
Tommy O' Shea (Automatic Lagavulin Gift Rule)
Chris Roper
Ben Martin
Brian Donovan
Bill Hillegas

So now we have a bottle and a half of Lagavulin in stock as this year's night before Thanksgiving Bash draws near.

Leg Up on Lagavulin

I walked up to Beacon Hill Liquors tonight, which is only 300 yards or so from my house, and bought a bottle of Lagavulin 16 Year Single Malt Scotch for myself.   My last bottle is stored on the WhaleEye and I didn't get to it in time before the boat was shrinkwrapped for the winter.   Probably reason enough to slit the shrinkwrap and retrieve it, but I resisted that urge.

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Joanne was surprized that I bought my own bottle since the night before Thanksgiving Bash is next week, and that's always been occasion for some of you exceptionally classy Peeps to be nominated as an Automatic Peep of the Week for bringing me a bottle of the King of Scotch.
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But I didn't want to take that for granted.
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Anyway....Peter Brown, owner of Beacon Hill Liquors, knows that I'll end up buying a decent supply of the Lagavulin that he stocks, and graciously cut the price by $5 bucks.
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So I poneyed up $65 bucks for my own bottle.
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Those of you who have been to Bashes of the past know that the Lagavulin starts to flow like wine as the event gathers steam and momentum.   This bottle can't last long... especially if I crack it tonight.

Waterfront Offerings

Land Offerings

Occupy Wherever

I've been watching the news reports on the Occupy Boston campers who have set up their puptents somewhere in downtown Boston.
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Either the TV news reporters are seeking out the dumbest idiots that they can find to interview at the camp.... or these people are real losers.  All of the interviews have been with real goofy bastards and I havn't heard a shred of sense from any of them.
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Usually, the news reporters get a decent soundbite on these types of things.  No luck here.
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Yet people like Obama, Nancy Pelosi and that Harvard Professor running against Senator Brown have expressed their support for the movement.   What movement?   Who the hell are they supporting?   People who pitch puptents and yelp about getting a job?
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I, myself, wouldn't have the means to camp out in downtown Boston for a couple of months.  Who would pay for my food, mortgages and all of the other stuff?  Man, I'd love to sit around and whine and scream with these fine looking folks, but I'm too busy thinking of ways to make money and keep afloat.

Banging Bush

I like a little political debate from time to time....as long as it is honest and not burdened by mindless ideology.
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And I like it when people discuss issues on their own merits.  Why is a leader correct?  Not... well, at least he's way better than someone else.
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So it really bugs me that Liberals and Democrats often leave the debate and start on a vitriolic diatribe against Bush and Cheney.  I get turned off by that fall back approach... and I think that this argument is inherently weak.
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George W. Bush, like Harry Truman who was vilified in office, will go down in history as an exceptional President who defused the international terrorist threat, and protected the West from mindless attacks.
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How many lives did he save by pining the Radical Muslim movement in spider holes in Iraq and Afghanistan?
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Countless. 
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And I don't have to support Bush by downgrading Clinton or Obama, but it's sad when the Clintonites and Obamanistas can only get their point across by banging Bush.

dougmaxfield said...

delightful.

Jim L. said...

Sorry, I can't see history being kind to this dweeb. He lied to get us into Iraq to find phantom WMD's. He diverted forces from the real objective - Bin Laden. And, he did a whole lot towrds putting the economy in the mess it is in. But, your right, we should forgive and forget.

MJNEST said...
Who wouldnt want to bang that handsome devil...

Job Commute

It's back to New Haven this morning... building a site then attending a zoning meeting in the evening.   It will take a lot of Red Bull to get me home late tonight.

White Trash Balls - Disclosed

Persistent Peeps have been posing questions about my Thanksgiving Bash White Trash Balls recipe. 
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Normally I would shrug these types of requests away as just another of the hundreds of incursions that I receive everyday from Peeps who want some shred of recognition from the Mountain of a Man.
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But these requests are so diverse and widespread... from people like Superpeep Brian Butler, Ruthie Bollen from the old Neighborhood, and Kelly Light of Upstate New York Site Aquisition fame.... that I can't just brush them off as if they were regular rank and file common irritants.
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As I find myself weakened and compromised, I hereby disclose the coveted Nanepashemet recipe for.....
WHITE TRASH BALLS.
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Please follow this recipe closely... step by step... or don't even try it at all.  WTB's are serious Bash party food.
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Begin by washing your hands thoroughly.  Really get under the fingernails, and then don't go scratching anything before you start cooking.
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Using a Cuisinart Food Processor, add three cups of white flour to the mixing bowl.  I prefer bleached white flour like Pillsbury which has been so processed that a nutrient wouldn't  stand a chance to be found.  We're talking WTB's here.... not freaking health food.
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Next add a teaspoon of salt to the flour, followed by three quarters of a stick of salted butter.  Make sure it is salted because the unsalted butter doesn't taste as good, and it you are going to clog up your arterys with butter, it might as well be the good tasting stuff.
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Put the lid on the Cuisinart bowl and pulse the dry mixture a few times.  If you leave the lid off, you will have flour all over the freaking kitchen, so that is an important step.   I always feel bad when I forget to do this, and then Joanne has all that clean up to do.
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Take a coffee mug and fill it with ice cubes, then fill to the brim with cold water.
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In another coffee cup, place a packet of self rising yeast in and fill half way with luke warm water.  The water should be just warm to the touch.   Then add a tablespoon of white or brown sugar.  Stir with a spoon and set this mixture aside.   The yeast will come to life with the water and start feeding on the sugar.  In about three minutes, a foam will form on the top of this mixture.   I guess you could say the this is the climax of a young yeast life.
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If you're done with that mental picture, take the coffee cup with the ice cubes and pour the water into the cup with the yeast mixture, using your fingers to strain the ice.  Now aren't you glad you didn't scratch yourself?
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Start pulsing the dry flour mixture and  slowly pour the combined liquid slowing into the open tube on the Cuisinart cover.  This dribble should take about a minute.   Then contine to pulse the flour and the liquid for a minute or so until it transforms into dough and pulls away from the sides of the Cuisinart bowl.
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Take this dough ball out, but it into a mixing bowl and cover the bowl with cellphane wrap that you have sprayed with Pam non- stick spray.
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For the Bash, I repeat this about three times and put all of the dough into the freezer until the morning of the Bash.   Then take the dough out and let it rise.
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Fill a turkey fryer or lobster kettle with peanut oil about a third of the height of the pot.
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I use the turkey fryer but you can use your stove to get the oil heated to 375 degrees.   This is important so use a thermometer..  If it is less, the balls will be greasy, and if it is hotter, the balls will be burnt.   There is nothing worse than greasy balls.... or burnt balls.
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Now is where the importance of clean hands comes in.  Pick small pieces of the dough, work it into small balls and carefully place in the 375 degree oil.  If the balls are too big, they will expand and be undercooked in the middle.   A freaking gross white trash ball.
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Let the balls brown nicely on one side... about three minutes, then turn them and let them finish browning for another two minutes or so.   I use gloves because the oil tends to splatter, then hurts like hell on your hands and forearms.
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When they are a nice golden color, remove them and place in a bowl with paper towers, drizzle with powdered sugar or sugar and cinnamon.
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I've found that the Peeps at the Bash seem to enjoy their White Trash Balls more after six beers or so.
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My lawyers advised me to deny this recipe to you, but I'm pretty judgement proof after all of the legal fees I've paid them, so I figure.... what the hell.  If you want to sue me... get in line.
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And don't eat too many White Trash Balls in one sitting.

Geary C said...

Sounds like you are very confident in the quality and purpose of our balls.

A Sprayed Finish

If I told you how much I have paid for paint sprayers over the years... I'm sure you would lose respect for me.... given there is any left.

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I'm not going to tell you all the money I've dropped on these machines, because Joanne occasionally reads this pathetic Blog and I don't want her to know.   But I'll tell you this much.  It was a freaking whole lot.

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I've been a fan of spraypainters ever since I was the Executive Director of the Lynn Housing Authority, bought a sprayer, and found out that you could spray out an apartment in two days... compared to the 10+ days that it was then taking.  So I fired one of the painters and named the paint sprayer after him.  And then threatened to fire more and name more sprayers unless production tightened up.... which it did.
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Course the unions and the politicians jumped all over me for this brash act.... but now I'm veering off topic.

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The fact is... I hate to freaking paint. But the boats and the furniture that I like to build requires a great finish or its not worth the time building that stuff.  And to get the best finish, you really have to spray multi light coats.  Plus spray painting is way faster.  So I've suffered along with unpredictable HVLP sprayers until now.

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Went to Harbor Freight, and saw an automotive High Volume Low Pressure (HVLP) spray paint gun that worked off of 35 PSI on the compressor.  And it was only $49 Bucks.  So I took a flyer and bought yet another sprayer.
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But the freaking thing works like a charm.  Just sprayed the second coat of unthinned Minwax Satin Polyurethane on the bookcases that I built to hide the elevator door at the Sundance house, and it was the best spraying experience that I have ever experienced.

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No drips or leaks from the gun, a fine and predictable spray, and a smooth and even finish.  A nice purchase from Harbor Freight Tools.

Joe Pa and Pedophilia

I've been trying to sort out this Penn State pedophilia situation for a while.
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Consider Joe Paterno.  He coaches a major college football team for 46 years until he is 84 years old.   His heir apparent, Jerry Sandusky is deposed in 1999, at the prime of his coaching life, age 55 with allegations of child abuse.   Yet he forms a program for disadvantaged youth, with a ready supply of pedophilia victims and uses the football facilities of the Penn State Campus!
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Paterno controls every facet of the program and just won't retire.  Could it be that he knew of the timebomb and wanted to control as much as he could for as long as he could?
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Consider pedophilia.  A grown man despicably sodomizes a young boy, causing a lifetime of psychological harm.... all for the momentary release of the Perv.  Sandusky should be hanged by his nuts.
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Like 90% of you Peeps, I'm a practicing heterosexual.   But just because I have heterosexual urges, I don't seek out little girls to rape.  That is immoral and criminal.  Why can't  these Pedophiles control their urges as well?
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String up the asshole.  And string up anyone who gave him the open environment to fuck with innocent kids.

dougmaxfield said...

String up anyone who caught him in the act and didn't beat him to death.

BYC Bound

We're getting ready to head over to the Boston Yacht Club for dinner with Dale and Gail Johnson.
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For you peeps outside of the area, the BYC is on Front Street in Old Town Marblehead on the Harbor.... not in Boston for whatever heritage clad reason.
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It's about time that we horrified the Yankees... plus my bill from the summer is paid in full so nobody will be dunning me while I'm ordering my VO and Cranberry.
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Actually, we've never received any snooty attitudes from the people at the BYC.  Always very cordial and friendly.  Course, I'm usually loading up on beer and cocktails when we're down there, so maybe I can't really tell.
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But I really don't think we aggravate our fellow Clubbers too much.  And the food and the wait staff are top rate.

Perry Brain Fart

I feel bad for the  brain fart exhibited by Gov. Rick Perry in the Presidential Debate.
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Been there, Done that.
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It has happened to me in public speaking situations where you split into two consciousnesses.  One is trying to speak to topic and no facts are forthcoming... and the other is watching you go though this and realizing that you are totally screwed.

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One time I was able to recover by just saying that I was nervous and needed time to compose myself.  The audience was surprizingly accommodating, and when I came to my senses, I actually gave a pretty good presentation.
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For the most part, I have overcome my phobia of public speaking and generally do a good job.... even an inspirational one from time to time.  Once my boss at General Dyanimics said that I gave the best presentation that he ever saw at a national account pitch in Chicago.  Funny because I wasn't that impressed.  Course he turned out to be a real dildo anyway.  We won the job and he ultimately screwed it up.  Corporate Doublespeak Wunderkind.
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But... to get back on topic... The insidious part of a brainfart is that you never know when it will attack.  
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I probably won't be throwing the Nanepashemet Presidential endorsement to Perry.   But his brainfart has nothing to do with it.

Corroborating Evidence

OK.... I'm sure a decent amount of you secretly thought that I sounded like a pussy complaining about the Patriots game last Sunday.
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Well, just so you know... this Mountain of a Man is no FREAKING PUSSY!
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As it turns out, Jimmy O'Shea got himself checked out by a physician, and the outcome was that he  suffered a concussion from the moron who landed on his head while I was sitting right next to him.  I thought Jimmy looked kind of out of it... now I know that he really was.

TommyO said...

I have been going to games for almost twenty years. This was the worst experience ever. From the moment we left the tailgate to go to the stadium, there were long lines, pushing and shoving, obnoxious people, drunken morons, classless chuckleheads with no sense of common courtesy. the game sucked, the traffic was brutal. Unless it is a playoff game I am going to pass on going to any game unless it is Sunday at ONE. I am glad the M of a M was there with my bro''s so it wasn't a total waste of 12 hours of my life!

Lucky Numbers

Tomorrow is November 11, 2011.  11/11/11.
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It's no big deal.  Has to do when somebody set up the calendar, two thousand skaty-eight years ago or so.
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There's a whole big thing about names and numbers, and while no logic is behind it, a lot of people, including your own Mountain of a Man, pays attention to it.
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When my son Mike was born, we had already picked out the name Kevin to name him.  But I had a weird feeling at the last minute and we ended up naming him Michael.  Course he turned out pretty good, so maybe it was the right move.  No way to say.
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And for a decent amount of time, I used to wake up and the digital clock would be all ones with 11:11 PM or 1:11 AM.  This happened night after night, and I always would say a little prayer of thanks to God for all of my blessings and would ask for certain things that I won't be disclosing to you now.
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What would make me wake up at that time and check the clock night after night??? I don't know either.  Freaking Creepy.
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But tomorrow, when I look at the calendar, I'll probably say a little prayer.  Can't hurt.

Blog Rank

As of February 2011 there were over 156 million public blogs in existence.
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Your very own Nanepashemet Blog is ranked 18,421 by Wikio.
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That puts us in the top 1%.
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Which most people would be satisfied with.... but not here. We won't rest until we are ranked #1 with all the money, power and prestige that it entails.
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As it is... we have plenty of power and prestige. Still working on the money part though.

Stepping Down

Peeps... I don't mean to disappoint you.... but you won't see me ever running for political office... now or forever.
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Can you imagine the lines of losers who would be accusing me of all types of harassment and assault?   They would have to install turnstiles and use card readers to process them all.
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First of all, let me categorically deny each and every bogus claim that they make.... before they make them.
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I didn't do it... I swear.   And even if I did... I don't remember it.  
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There is a vast conspiracy to sabotage my candidacy and to downgrade my status as a legitimate living Mountain of a Man legend.
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So to pre-empt all of the lies, innuendoes, and finger pointing.... I'll just end my candidacy before it even starts.
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Sometimes being a Mountain of a Man means that you sidestep landing on shit before everything begins to stink.

Shut Off

I predict this Herman Cain sexual assault stuff will backfire.
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After seeing the first of his accusers come forward, I definitely sense some scamming going on.  And even if Cain made a pass at this bimbo, she admits that he backed off when she expressed her unwillingness.  Correct me if I'm wrong.... but unless you take the next step and force someone to act against their will... you are only behaving like a normal horny sexually active human being.
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Like Clinton, Kennedy and virtually every non-eunuch that I know.
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If making a pass is a crime, then there are virtually 100% criminals running around.  That's why.. unless you were just trying to sink Cain.... I doubt that you can condemn him.
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He says he's been happily married for 40 years, so if he cheated on his wife, that would suck... but it isn't a crime.  All of these accusations seem to come 14 years later.  Maybe he was going through a bad patch.
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For me personally, I would still vote for Kennedy.... even though he was diddling anything he could sneak into a back door.   He was still a great President and Leader.   If Cain's accusers are correct, he's going through all this and still came up short of a score because he apparently backed off and respected the wishes of  his accusers.   That's not sexual assault.  That's just being shut off.
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And if these accusers are a scam... that is dangerous.   Because you can imagine what will be in store for Obama if the gloves are going to come off this way.

Dash to the Bash

Only 17 days to the Bash.  Seems hard to believe.  This one is the first in the Sundance house.
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Naturally, I'd like the house to look as nice as possible, although all of the renovations since we moved in are far from complete.   I'm pushing to complete a shelving system in the dining area that will hide the elevator door which is a bit unsightly.  Then we'll try to paint and patch as much as possible.
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But the Bash isn't about trying to impress people with the Sundance House.
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It's about celebrating another year of being together with our friends and the special peeps who we think about, and cheer for, and worry about all year long.
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We'll be ready for that.

NFL Action

When you go to an NFL football game, you expect to see hard hits and bodies flying.  There was plenty of that yesterday in Foxboro on the field as well as where we sat.  The grade of the nosebleed seats had people flipping over seats with regularity.   Fans in fullgainer mode....  catching air on the stairs and landing on both empty and occupied seats.   Jimmy O'Shea, sitting next to me, was both on the giving and receiving end in separate incidents.
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There should be a Government mandated warning printed on NFL Tickets... Something like.... "The Surgeon General warns you that tailgating and attending this game may be harmful to your health."
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Met some nice people though, although they had a tendency to screech "Fuck You", "You Suck", and "De-Fense" at the top of their lungs.  It was a nice part of the overall charm. 
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To Mike... the guy sitting four seats down in the row behind me.....  you are a true douche bag who deserves to eat shit and die.  Shut the FUCK UP!.  And to the polite Middle Eastern guy who kept wanting us to stand so that he could pass to take a piss or get another bag of french fries for the 15th time.... you have no idea how close you came to a violent face smashing.
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But, the O'Shea brothers were excellently adept at setting up a tailgate encampment and serving up an incredible array of  food in the midst of a successful Bags match.  After a refreshing four hour stop and go drive back to Marblehead, I was safely in the rocking fetal position by midnight in my own bed.
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BTW. the Pats lost the game because their "DE-FENSE" couldn't stop the Giants from marching 80 yards down the field and scoring in the last 1:39 minutes of play.  So all of that screeching didn't do much.

TommyO said...
Great having you..
Sometimes things go real smooth and most of the time folks are well behaved, this was not one of those times. I've been doing this 17 years, never had so much crap happen in one day. It's been about 31 since we saw a regular season loss. TommyO

Changing the Odds

The Betting Line is New York Giants (+9) over NEW ENGLAND for today's NFL Football game in Foxboro this afternoon.

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But what the oddsmakers fail to consider is that the Mountain of a Man will personally be in attendance, accompanied by Peep of the Year Tommy O'Shea and his brothers, Jimmy and Bobby.

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With our personal exhortations emanating from the seats, a betting man would have to ascertain that the odds have shifted to the Patriots side.  In fact, my prediction is NEW ENGLAND (+10) over the New York Giants.... a nineteen point swing.

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We'll see who has the better insight...  the snazzy Las Vegas oddsmakers or your very own MOAM.

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Tommy says the tailgate menu consists of clam chowder, Coors Light and lobster risotto.  I don't want to lube up too much, or Tom Brady might not recognize my playcalling and encouragement from the stands.

POTW Week 44

We had one of those time warp dinner parties at Dave and Debby Clarke's beautifully detailed home last Friday night.  The evening just flew by.

After a wonderful dinner of roast lamb and some nice conversation, we noticed that they were starting to fall asleep right in the middle of some of our favorite stories.  But when we checked the time it was 12:20AM so it's a 50% chance that it was fatique rather than boredom that was causing the sleeping onset.

Although as I recall, Joanne was telling a rather boring tale.

ANNOUNCING....
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 44th week of 2011.

Nathaniel Clarke
Ethan Nestor
Tommy O' Shea`
Dale Johnson
Peter Crawford
Emily Angardia

Next time, I'll do most of the talking.

Visit from the Twilight Zone

I had a weird dream last night that Dale and Gail Johnson randomly dropped over, that we started pounding down wine and cocktails and that I was explaining to Dale about the pitfalls of corporate jets while he was mindlessly ranting about Obama.... with Joanne and Gail flashing disgusted looks to us though it all.
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But then I woke up and Dale's car was in our driveway!  Freaking Twilight Zone.

TommyO Ticket

Gearing up to go down to Foxboro on Sunday with the O'Shea brothers... Jimmy, Bobby, and TommyO.  Sounds like a line from Good Will Hunting, doesn't it?
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Tommy had a spare ticket to the tout between the struggling New England Patriots and the surging New York Giants, and he certainly came up with a classy call by giving it to me.
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Naturally there will be ritual tailgating and the consumption of copious amount of Coors Light Beer.  Brother Jimmy is also an award winning chef at Bobby Brynes restaurant on the cape, so the chowder and steak tips will undoubtedly be in abundance.
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We'll leaving Marblehead at 10:00 AM for the 4:15 PM kickoff.

Fix is Safe

Thanks for all of the well-wishing emails I've gotten from all of you concerned Peeps after the previous post.
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I appreciate your concern.... but make no bones about it.... I can see through to your ulterior motive.
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You're just afraid that in my diminished condition, I'll be lax in my posting to this pathetic blog, and you'll be cast adrift to fend for yourself in an uncaring, chaotic world.
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I certainly don't blame you for having this fear. 
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Sometimes, being a Mountain of a Man means that you cater to the pathetic needs of lesser beings even if you don't feel like it.
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So lay off of the irritatin emails and VM's that pretend to care.  Your fix is safe for now.

TommyO said...

Glad to hear you are feeling better. Hopefully Sunday you are 100%. Tailgating with the OShea boys requires you be at the top of your game.

Freaking Impressive

Today I reminded myself of what a Mountain of a Man I truly am.
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Last night I was tossing and turning with the chills and stomach cramps that would have immobilized a lesser person. And I had bowel movements with a consistency that even I don't feel comfortable telling you about.
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This miserable condition has prevailed until the present time.
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Yet, I churned through all of the high end responsibilities of Nanepashemet Telecom with nary a whimper... just as if I really wasn't a hurting puppy.  I'm talking pitching major new accounts, depositing the numerous huge receipts that we get in the mail everyday, high finance negotiations with the bank, and keeping lease negotiations  in play.
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The average pathetic Peep couldn't do this shit on their best day on Earth....yet here I am... powering though at a greatly reduced capacity and getting it DONE.  And on top of it all, I've maintained an extraordinarily high level of humility.
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Freaking Impressive.

Say What?

Say Again?
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For the past couple of years, we have been enduring ads by Eric H. Schultz, President & Chief Executive Officer at Harvard Pilgrim Health Care, Inc.
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I think that the agitation that he causes me in his ads is a health hazard in and of itself.

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This guy has corporate speak down to a science. He could describe wiping your ass and make it sound like its the latest procedure in modern medicine. Guys like that make a living in corporate Amerca, wafting away in corporate doublespeak, making the normal and mundane appear all complicated and sophisticated.
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It seems to me to be a contrived phonyness designed to hide basic incompetence.
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I don't know this asshole personally .... I'm sure he is a decent person who is kind to children and animals... but I endured his type for the dozen years of corporate life purgatory that I spent rubbing elbows with dipshits who would starve if they didn't have a corporate suite to hide in.
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Ok... I'm calm now... my skin has stopped crawling. Now I can watch George Stephanopoulos on ABC News.

Racist Politico

It should be the Republican Presidential Challengers who are digging up old sexual harrassment allegations against Herman Cain, however it is the liberal blog, Politico , that "broke" the story.  Sex in politics among consenting adults shouldn't be an issue, unless you are diddling an intern or giving your gay partner a big public payroll job.
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Surely the Dems don't want to raise the specter of Bill Clinton, Barney Frank, or the Obama affair with Vera Baker.  It makes no sense coming from the party that gave us the sexual habits of John Kennedy and FDR.
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Although the Democrats can never be accused of logical thinking.  They are probably panicky to get Cain out of the way, so they can play the race card with BO if they have to.... the Chris Matthews / Dan Rather style finger pointing intimations  that you must be racist if you are against the present lightweight.
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So it is important for the Dems to sink Cain.  Which is racist at its core... trying to discredit someone just because he is a Black Man.

Find Your Lot in Life

I've been thinking about something deep and moving to blog about but nothing is stirring things up.  Although I did see an episode of NH Chronicle about some guy whose passion in life is fixing old fountain pens.  He said he is doing what he loves and people from all over send him fountain pens to make operable again.  He looked truly happy but I found myself feeling lucky that fixing fountain pens was not the thing on earth that I loved doing.
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http://www.nanepashemetboats.blogspot.com/

We've all heard the credo... Do what you love and the money will follow.  And there are plenty of examples of wealthy people who apparently are doing what they love.  But there does seem to be some sizable loopholes.

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As in...... how long does it take for the money to catch up with you while you are engrossed  in working at what makes you so happy.  I've made no bones about the fact that  I'd be thrilled to go through life buildng finely detailed cedar stripped wooden boats.  
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There is absolutely no doubt that these boats, which turn so many heads when I row through Marblehead Harbor, could reach a willing market.  But it would take a huge investment in marketing and production techniques to get these boats built at a price that the public would find desirable to purchase.  My one off boats that I have made would be wildly prohibitive in price because of the manhours involved.
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Unless I found an Angel who wanted to fund the venture at a loss for five years or so, there could be no real Nanepashemet Boat Company.  And you don't find these Angels hanging out at the Gerry Bar.  So while my love would be boatbuilding, my life for five years or so would be finding  investors, then keeping them happy.... a far cry from planing and sanding cedar hull planks.
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I guess I'm not willing to make the sacrifice to truly do what I love.
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Sometimes, though, what you love is right there in front of you and you don't even see it.
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I really love negotiating business deals, and Nanepashemet Telecom Site Acquisition  lets me do two or three lease agreements per month.  I love to build stuff from the ground up, and even though it is cold steel, Nanepashemet Telecom General Contracting gives me plenty of satisfaction in that regard.  I love being on the cutting edge of technology, and wireless is where it's at.
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So maybe I'm already doing what I love.  And the money has been following along as needed all along.  Although if a deep pockets Angel who wants to fund a startup classic boatbuilding buiness is reading this... please give me a call.

Wasted Water Season

The WhaleEye is coming out of the water this week.  Ryan Marine will be pulling it and I have to get out and clean out anything that shouldn't be left on it before it is shrink wrapped for the winter.  Like boat beers and that bottle of Lagavulin that Bobby Brown so thoughtfully brought on our last "fishing" trip.
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I didn't run into any bluefish blitzes this year, and never got the lobster traps out.  The one time we made it to Stellwagen, even the whales failed to show.   I never spent the time to revarnish the Herreshoff Columbia Tender, and that remained on the trailer in the driveway.   It was the most unproductive boating season ever.
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We got in a couple of cruises in that ended happily at the Boston Yacht Club bar,  however.  So my bar tab would indicate that the season isn't a total bust at least.
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With the work at the Sundance house and other priorities, we never got our act together on the water.  Significant amounts of fish and lobsters got a stay of execution. 
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We'll be ready for them next year.

Goober Holes and Cooties

We rented out our condo in North Conway for the ski season.  What with the FreshAyer countdown, Nanepashemet Telecom and some other stuff, we knew we wouldn't be up there too often in the next five months, and we also had some of our favorite Peeps who were looking for a place to rent and not stay in hotels all season.  Seemed like a win-win.
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I don't mind renting it to frends, because you know they don't have cooties.... or at least their cooties don't gross you out.... and vice versa.
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So Joanne and I went up there over the last few days and cleaned out all of the closets and goober holes that accumulate useless crap over  a dozen years or so.  Since we are always in a recreational mode when we go up there, we have never really spent time organizing, cleaning and throwing stuff out.  Stuff like broken computers, clothes that we never wear, and TV sets that sit in a corner out of the way for a couple of years while we come and go.
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We didn't even go out to eat.  Bought a couple of $5 Foot Long Italian Subs from Subway and powered through.
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I always like the way that condo looks, but by the time we left it was freaking spiffy.  Home to Marblehead in plenty of time to watch the Pats.

Airam Newor said...

No worries for the MoaM and his Madame. The Cootie-Catchers(C-C)are in control and will corner and contain all contaminants. C-C cautions don't fill holes with goobers.

Pisc said...
Sounds like someone needs a refresher in his Project Management Institute principles.

Snow Watch

So the storm wasn't a dud.  We even lost power for a couple of hours last night.  But the temps are above freezing and this will melt fairly fast.  I wouldn't get too ambitious with a shovel because this won't freeze and stay.
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Course if Joanne wants to shovel, I won't get in her way.
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By 4:15 when the Pats play the Steelers, this one will be in the books.

Gearing up for Spring

I'm betting that this October snowstorm is going to be a dud.
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All of the meteorologists are saying it could be a record breaking 10 inches or so.  That always puts the whammy on a storm.... when the weathermen get all hyped up about it.
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I figured that I had the month of November at the very least to fix my snowblower, having broken the shear pins last year, and then ordering two sets on Amazon that didn't fit.  There has to be one dealer around here who has the right freaking shear pin size!
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Course... a shovel and a little manual labor should do the trick in this non-event.  I can't imagine that this stuff will accumulate and stick to the ground this early in the year.  Which is a reason to believe that this might be the real thing.
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Actually, I could care less whether we get hit or not.   I have four wheel drive, winter boots and my ski jacket close by.  And Joanne still can wield a mean snow shovel.
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Whatever happens.... spring is right around the corner.  Happy Halloween.

Eight Inches

We have some work to do in New Hampshire this weekend and it looks like we'll run into 8" of snow that is predicted.  An October snowstorm.  Earthquakes, Tornadoes and an October snowstorm.  Looks like those freaking Mayans might have been on to something.
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It won't impede our progress, but it definitely feels weird.

Another Down Day

Still no big national new events today.  Something screwed up has to happen soon to break through this news drought.  Channel 5 has a story about Roslindale High going Number 1 in the state on some academic competition.  And some punks spraypainted some swastikas in Concord, NH.  At least there is a chance of snow in the weather report.
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Brendt D'Orio said that he checks out Boston Barstool Sports and the Nanepashemet Blog every morning. That explains why Brendt is so well versed.  I generally don't look at Barstool, because of the strong sexual content.   At my age, you can't afford to get too excited every morning.  That can get even more aggravating than watching George Stephanopoulos on Good Morning America.
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Once again, I've offered up a post utterly devoid of substantive content. 
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I could write about whether Michael Jackson's Doctor should do some time for putting the King of Pop out with heavy anesthesia every night to cure his insomnia.  But nobody really gives a shit about that.  The King's time had come and gone, and he was way too weird.
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I could offer a rant about the Occupy Wall Street losers who are protesting their lack of jobs and wealth.  Who would hire these knee jerk misfits anyway?  I could care less where they pitch their pup tents.
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I could discuss the First Lady, Michelle Obama's propensity for expensive vacations on the public doll to give her daughters a break from life in the White House.  And how she brought her mother to Africa because she had never been there before.   And how she doesn't want her kids to watch the Kardashian's which the Kardashian's immediately seized upon for whatever marketing  and self promoion that it was worth.
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But things are so dull that even the crass, inappropriateness of our Nation's First Lady doensn't get a rise here.
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There's the story of Bernie Madoff and his "out to lunch" wife trying to commit suicide by downing a handful of pills, then waking up in the morning anyway.  They must have had strong stomach linings to go along with their utter lack of conscience.
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Just nothing out there  is inspiring/annoying enough to get a close inspection on the Nanepashemet Blog today.  Maybe you should check out Boston Barstool Sports and see if anything better is going on there.

Social Networking

I've been on Twitter for a couple of weeks now.... and I'm just not getting it.  I've been following some celebs like Serena Williams, Paris Hilton and OchoCinco, but their one sentence diatribes don't do anything for me.   And about 50 are following my tweets... why?.... I have no idea.
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For that matter, Facebook seems to be losing its cache as well.  It was fun for a while when I was aggravating Liberals and Bible toters, but then the Liberals wouldn't take the bait anymore and the Bible toters got really pissed. 
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I did touch base with a couple of old friends, which was worthwhile... but it seems that anybody who I was to uncover has been exposed.
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I have about 200 "Friends" on Facebook and look in amazement with all those who have 1000 or more.   I don't know 1000 people period.... friends, enemies or whatnot.    I've only "defriended" a few people.  One guy I really like, but I couldn't stand to read about him constantly in post after post everyday.  Another guy was an asshole from the old neighborhood who I never liked 40 years ago and didn't want to pretend to like today.
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LinkedIn is a different story.  That's more business oriented and I never deter from business etiquette.  I have about 500 Linkedin contacts, many of which I would walk right by on the street and not recognize, but the contacts are for business development.
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I still really enjoy posting in this Blog.  It's a very selfish enterprize that I undertake solely for my own enjoyment and psychological grounding.   If I wasn't doing this electronically, I'd be writing in journals like the old days when I started in college after taking a course on Emerson and Thoreau.  The fact that thousands of  you hapless Peeps follow my every word is an interesting byproduct that I never imagined when I initially entered this medium.
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It would only be fair if you mailed me a check once in awhile.

Slow News Day

It's a slow news day..... the big story on the always irritating and sometimes offensive Good Morning America Show is Chaz being kicked off of Dancing with the Stars.
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There is the obligatory Michael Jackson wrongful death coverage too.
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I guess you can't depend on an international terrorist being killed and mutilated every day.
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Maybe I shouldn't be too critical.  I know that many of you look to the Nanepashemet Blog each day for precious guidance of what to think and how to live your lives.
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Sometimes I feel sorry about that.  But it's hard to conjure up inspirational and relevant shit on a consistent basis, and I refuse to write an entry when I have nothing to write about.... like this post for example.
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I do have a controversial, interesting, yet disgusting topic to review, but will have to do it later.  It's time to make it rain at Nanepashemet Telecom.

Jettison Jane

Senator Scott Brown called for the removal of Jane Lubchenko as administrator of NOAA recently.
http://www.gloucestertimes.com/local/x2117290926/Brown-NOAA-chief-must-go
I have to agree with the level headed Senator.
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Jane is in lock step with the Al Gore theory of environmentalism... which is make it up as you go.  Her idea of helping the fishing industry is to foot the $7.5M bill of having regulators sit in on fishing trips.

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I'm not against government regulation.  I'm against insincere, agenda minded moonbats implementing the regs.  Brown is in concert with Congressman Tierney and Frank who also get it when it comes to supporting fair fishing industry regulation.

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Jane must go.  But it will take the removal of Obama to make it so. 

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If it was up to me, I'd appoint the NorthShore Waterman, Dougie Maxfield, to the post.  It's time for a Gloucesterman who has a stake in a healthy balanced fishery to call the shots.

Tuna Lips said...

Why, Ise did not realize that the jail house matron of my yuthe, Mrs. Hortense Grottlesnatch, has a chillun' done gone into the fishery business. Fishy stench probably don't trouble her so much, livin' like them Grottlesnatch done, down in the Beef Curtain district of town.

dougmaxfield said...

Interesting timing for her announcement regarding the observer bill. I fear that when she is 'released' the damage will be done. Expecting the new stock surveys soon with rumors of another 50% cut in allocations. No doubt the fishermen will be blamed for this tragic state of our inshore stocks. I would immediately decline the position to head NOAA, I would have no more business there than the recent head of the Environmental Defense Fund who is currently dumping on fifteen years of sacrifice and well planned conservative measures.

the Next Hundred Days

So we're into the last 100 days of a sojourn that seemed mountainous when it first started.   For well over two years, we have been making the biweekly trek to FreshAyer, and it seems surreal that the finish line is finally in sight.
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Ironically, some of the self righteous coffin nailers of two years ago are in their own rough patches these days.  Maybe the "Big Boy Time Outs" that they advocated will be something that they will be treating themselves to in some way, shape or manner.    Good ole Law of Karma never seems to let up.  After the next hundred days, I wonder who will have the better outlook?
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"Well, the thing about time is that time isn't really real,
It's just your point of view,
How does it feel for you?
Einstein said he could never understand it all." - sang James Taylor.
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The laws of Physics have been taking a beating lately with particles that apparently can move faster than the speed of light.  The whole concept of time gets turned upside down, when you can move faster that you can see an object.  It means that you can experience something before it "appears" or "happens".  Even the longest, most painful ordeals, sometimes seem like they never happened with they are over.
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For most people, the next hundred days will cruise along with a regular cadence.  Others, who are dreading their coming karmic ordeals will see it fly by.   But for us, I think it will still feel like a long time.
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But then it will be over.

Jim L. said...

Best wishes for a happy new year.