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!!!!
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Ben Martin
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
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.
~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.
Occupy Wherever
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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.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Banging Bush
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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...
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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.
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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.
~
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.
~
As I find myself weakened and compromised, I hereby disclose the coveted Nanepashemet recipe for.....
WHITE TRASH BALLS.
~
Please follow this recipe closely... step by step... or don't even try it at all. WTB's are serious Bash party food.
~
Begin by washing your hands thoroughly. Really get under the fingernails, and then don't go scratching anything before you start cooking.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
Take a coffee mug and fill it with ice cubes, then fill to the brim with cold water.
~
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.
~
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?
~
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.
~
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.
Monday, November 14, 2011
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.
~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.
~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.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
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.
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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.
Friday, November 11, 2011
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.
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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.
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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.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.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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!
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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.
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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.
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