Something I don't think I'll ever understand.

I don't get this one, and I've seen an unbelievable number of examples, in  younger guys as well as older generation men. Allow me to set the stage: I'm visiting with my parents, and my Dad comes in and says Ma wants to talk to me. I enter the room they keep Ma's cage in and ask her what she wants. She has no idea what I'm on about, so I mention what Dad said and she starts to giggle. Then she asks me if I have any problem buying ear-muffs. No, Ma, I have no problems buying ear-muffs. She asks me if I know what ear-muffs are. (she's 87 and I think the inevitable dementia we all eventually succumb has a good starting foot-hold). I tell her that, yeah, I'm 54, got a fairly decent idea what ear-muffs are and put my hands over my ears in what I thought was a reasonable indication of my vast knowledge vis: the ear-muff and it's many and varied uses. She started giggling again, but I stopped her before she started explaining. Are you telling me that, after being together for 60 years, Dad still won't buy pads? She was starting to rock with the effort of trying to suppress laughter (didn't want Dad to hear). Why not? I am genuinely curious about this phenomenon because, as I mentioned, it seems so wide spread, multi generational, even multi cultural. She didn't know why. I said is he afraid that if people see him with a sack of pads, they'll think they're for HIM? Does he imagine people will think he's putting feminine hygiene products in his bum? It got her laughing hard enough to buy me a pack of smokes. But I still don't understand. See, if I'm going to the store for pads, tampons, condoms, whatEVER, I take the completely opposite tack - I hold them up real high, ask questions about them, get price checks done over the P.A.  all real high profile. Why? Because to my way of thinking, me buying pads or condoms or K.Y. is saying  Hey! I'm getting it! Quite probably not tonight, but... !

I'm not one of those sorry, sad-sacks who's over in the meat department eying up the liver and wondering if the microwave will alter it's texture  and ruin the entire experience for him. Because I'm getting it, lots of it, fabulous, regular it. Anyone who may in the dark over 'it', or the microwaved liver reference should probably have asked their Mommy or Daddy before clicking the 'ADULT CONTENT' button that gets you here.

There, that's all I wanted to say, except this: Guys, it's time to nut up or shut up. Buy the fucking pads, already. Don't worry, nobody will think they're for you!

Until next time, as always, be safe.

TRS

A Few Items Of A Musical Nature

I'm not entirely sure if  I've done this one here already, or on some other blog.  Or at someone's house. Or maybe just another rant behind that dumpster in Tacoma. Either way, it has been drilling  up from my unconscious, poking away at my subconscious and is now almost through my conscious mind to a point where I will notice it, then force you to notice it as well. So, let's just jump the gun and notice it right now, in a bunch, all at once. It's been one of my biggest pet peeves for decades now, and it is this: Smarmy, near wash-out Rock Stars on yet another 'Final Comeback Tour' who have the unbelievable nerve , as they're about to kick into the encore, their one, single, hit song from almost 30 years ago, to  say :

"We think you may  remember this one! (huff...pant)  It's from our first album, back in '78, (wheeze...gasp) and I think ... it might go just a little ...bit ... like ... this!"

Right, that's it!! Stop tape right fucking there and let me see if I've got this.  You THINK the audience MAY remember this one? The sole reason for attending your concert? The only one of your numbers that anyone even recognizes because it's the only decent tune you've ever done? And... AND ... now let's see if I'm hearing you correctly, you THINK it MIGHT go JUST A LITTLE BIT like this? Before I choke on what you're trying to pass off on us, allow me to break it down for the benefit of those who may not be familiar with your Band, and your song. Your one, single, marketable effort stemming back 30 years. Just who the fuck are you trying to kid, here? You  think ... it might go just a little ...bit ... like ... this? That's what you think? This song that you've played almost every single night for the past 30 fucking years? The one song of your's that saw any airplay at all? The song your tired, pathetic group of has-beens... no, not even has-beens, almost-was's, has based it's entire 30 year 'Reunion/Comeback/Come Back For Another  Reunion' World Tour on? The only piece of music that has ever made you a dime? The 3 minute slice of fame that's been keeping the 5 of you from starving for the majority of your LIVES? No. You don't THINK anything. You KNOW! You know EXACTLY how that song goes! You know every single note, half tone and semi-quaver, inside out and backwards well enough to fart them out in your sleep without missing a goddamn BEAT!!! You know every back-beat, every nuance, every hook in that number better than you know your own family! You know not only what you had for breakfast, but what every member of the band had for breakfast and how many milligrams of what particular prescription drugs each one was over-amping on the day you went into the studio to cement your futures and guarantee your rightful place in musical history! So, DO NOT DARE to give us that 'think ... it might go just a little ...bit ... like ... this ' bullshit, you're not fooling anyone! Oh, yeah, and as far as a 'comeback' is concerned, if I want any comeback from you, I'll scrape the roof of your mouth. Thanx for listening.

Whew. May have gotten a tad carried away on that one. Say, why not get revenge on me by letting me know YOUR biggest peeve/pissoff? That'd sure show me, huh? C'mon, DO IT!

Until next time, as always, be safe!

TRS

Where is the Zodiac...?

Here it is - a loooong overdue installment of "Where is the Zodiac just when we need him?". Let's roll!


Microsoft automatic updates.


Most of the State of Tennessee.


ZombieLAnd management. 


People who need to ask if they're having fun yet ( not their first appearance here).


Anyone who's Anti-anything that I'm NOT Anti.


Wishy-washy fiddle fuck fence sitters. 


That guy with that thing. You know!


Until next time, as always, be safe.  ( except for that guy, with, you know, that thing )


TRS

My favorite Satanic band singing about my favorite serial killer. It just don't git much better'n that!

Dedication - to every piece of shit that's ever fucked with me.