Monday, August 11, 2008

I See you

You do realize that with all the various widgets and tracking stuff on this blog, I can see everything and know everything about you. Oh yeah. Everything you do online is recorded, analyzed, and this information could then be sold to Nigerian thieving scammer bastages goat herders.

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Don’t ask, don’t tell


But I don’t do that. No siree. I just study all the information gathered, and use it to make my blog even better for you. Youse all know me. I just give and give.

By now, you are probably wondering why I have called you all here today.

I need help.

Seriously.

I was looking at my spam folder, and I was concerned. Apparently, I've won many, many new computers, along with, at last count, $53,000 from WalMart in gift certificates. Of course, I plan to use my certificates to buy Strawberry PopTarts and a boat. So, should I sell all these computers and PopTarts, or keep them for future use? If I sell them, should I bundle them? How great a package is a computer with a couple boxes of PopTarts? If anyone is looking to open up an internet cafe, I'm your guy, by the way. I can set you right up. I can also help you pick out a toaster as I have vast toasting experience. The coffee, you're on your own.

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But here's where I am truly concerned. I use a phony name when filling out online things.

Now, I am starting to get unsolicitated mail to this phony name. Big deal, you say. But I can assure you it is hysterically funny. The name I have used is an off color slang term in another language.

Lots of women, apparently, are interested in meeting up with Joey One Testicle. Who knew?

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Coming tomorrow: Wednesday's super spectacular "Caption This"

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Skanky Leg Update and Awards

Mrs. Crotchety got out the camera, and took a beautiful shot of my leg in all its ooey, gooey splendor. I put in a link so it doesn't hit anyone unexpectedly.

http://diabetesdestroys.blogspot.com/2008/08/leg-wound-update.html

It was worse the other day, but unfortunately, she didn't snap the photo.

The blog did win a couple awards this week, and I am very appreciative.

First, from Skye at Ramblings of a Writer http://www.skyewolfwrittenworks.com/

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Skye's blog is well-crafted, and a good read.

Next comes from a blog I discovered recently: Ethan from The Natural State Hawg http://naturalhawg.blogspot.com/
The blog is witty, and the man has a gift for naming cats. The blog is loaded with lessons that should be common sense, but seem lacking in too many folks today.

From him I got the
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Now, everyone knows these awards come with all kinds of stipulations, and have so many numbers attached to them, I get confused. And everyone also knows I have stopped passing them out fully because I have received a lot lately. No offense intended, as I do a "Reader's Digest" abbreviated version. So, what I do like to do is use this as an opportunity to showcase some blogs that I have been enjoying lately.
I do read every blog on my blogroll nearly every day, so they already have the Crotchety Seal of Approval. That and 5 bucks will get you a nice coffee at Starbucks. But I will guarantee every one is a good read, or I will refund every penny you paid for my advice.

Now, without further ado, here are some of the blogs I've been reading, and, with no obligation on their part, I'd like to present them with whichever award makes them happier. They all deserve both.

Don at Beyond Left Field http://beyondleftfield.blogspot.com/ Great satire.

Lauren at Can You Be a Part of My Life http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/ She's smart, she's funny, she's beautiful. The big debate is whether or not she looks like Jenna Fischer from The Office. 'Nuf said.

Rob at Did I Miss Something? Rob writes 4 different blogs, and they are all good.
http://wwwdidimisssomething.blogspot.com/

Lastly, Lisa, the Work at Home Mom http://workathomemomrevolution.blogspot.com/
What a great site. She researches work at home opportunities so parents can stay at home and raise their children.

And finally, ending this jam-packed Monday edition--

Yesterday's "What is it?" No one guessed. I tried to find it in action, but I couldn't. But here's a similar model being used.
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www.strangedeals.com/2007/12/02/peter-petrie-egg-separator-13/

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Happy Sunday

I spend a lot of time every day thinking and contemplating. These may seem to be the same thing, but a subtle difference exists.

I spend about 16 hours a day on the computer, and another 16 watching TV, and probably a solid 10 hours thinking of stupid things to write about..

How, you may ask, do I manage to fit all this into just one day?

Through the magic of multi-tasking.

Oh yeah. I’m the king of multi-taskers. Through judicious use of the remote, I’m able to watch Baywatch, “The History of Cereal,” Yankee baseball, and Olympic Women’s Beach Volleyball all at the same time, while chatting with my friends online.

And by the way, Women’s Olympic Beach Volleyball is possibly the greatest multi-tasking sport.

I can be a sports fan, a good American, and a pervert simultaneously.

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Amateur Athletics Rule


Now, I did mention contemplation. I do watch the occasional commercial. I want to know for whom these commercials are targeted.

ShamWow. Well, I’ll skip that one because everyone needs one. But I do have a question. During Vince’s spiel, he mentions that “You are going to spend $20 a month for paper towels anyway.”

Ok, I just checked the price on paper towels. The most expensive are around 2 bucks a roll. Which works out to about a roll of paper towels every 3 days.

Honest question: what the hell are you people doing with all those paper towels?

Then I caught a commercial for a gold buying company. The woman in the ad, “Had no idea my gold was worth that much.” Implying she thought it was valueless.

Ok, anyone who had no idea gold was valuable, please raise your hand. Oh, no one?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Then Kathy, our intrepid representative who finds all the cooking gadgets to solve our needs is now pimping some pasta cooker. Because we all know how difficult it is to cook pasta. We need to boil water, put the pasta in and then dump it out. Definitely need some stupid plastic piece of crap to make that easier.

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Kathy To the Rescue


If you order now, it comes with 2 knives. A red one for meat and a blue one for vegetables. Easy to remember because of all the blue vegetables, I guess. And the only meat they show being cooked is fish, which comes from the ocean, which is blue, so...never mind.

I’ll just get a cool kitchen gadget like this:
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Can you guess what this is?


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Friday, August 08, 2008

Miniature therapists and the magical medical wedgie

Warning: Adultish content, mild nudity, pornish thoughts

Classic posts from my diary
January 19 2007
Physical Therapy is more than facing challenges. It is learning to walk, or eat, or any of a myriad of activities of daily living all under the tutelage of a trained, highly skilled physical or occupational therapist (both interchangeably referred to as PT's hereafter.)

From my personal experience, a PT is a young woman who is, shall I say for lack of a better term, petite? How would you describe someone smaller than petite?

My current PT's are attractive Asian women, none taller than 5 foot nothing and who would, after a lumber-jacked sized meal and a soaking rain, barely tip the scales at 98 lbs.

This inherent cuteness is a great benefit to their job. Therapy hurts a lot, yet it is impossible to lash out at someone so adorable. Who could be so mean as to swat a pixie?

But PT's have learned to compensate for their tiny physique. I may tower over them, and weigh more than a squadron of them, but they use a method so insidious, so clever, that one must tip one's cap for their resourcefulness. A team of 2 or more PT's help me to get up and walk. One puts her hand on my shoulder or arm, while the other gives me a wedgie.

That time-tested favorite of grammar school bullies everywhere has now become a medical practice. I'm not exactly sure how pulling my shorts way up into my butt helps me to walk--who am I to argue with medical science--it must be admitted that it works. I put one foot in front of the other and hobble my way to recovery.

January 20, 2007

PT is full of triumphs and disappointments.
Yesterday I spent a few minutes tapping a balloon back and forth with the Occupational Therapist.

It made me wonder exactly what type of job was she preparing me to return to? Did she think I was a combination magician/animal balloon maker at Chucky Cheese?

Perhaps she thought I was a Special Olympics caliber volley ball professional or a circus clown.

Either way, I don't recall ever having a job (and I've had plenty of bad ones) where a balloon was used regularly.
Could she be subconciously suggesting to me that I seek a new career?

I put get a "how to make animal balloons" book on my list of things to do as soon as I get out of here. I should probably get a "how to juggle" book, too. I'll need something to do after I've made everyone a balloon poodle.

I mentioned disappointments, and I've had quite a few.

When my overly perky miniature PT suggested that she would get one of her cohorts and we would get in the shower, well, every post puberty fantasy raced through my head.

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Of course, this mind movie was scored like a 70's porn flick.

Bwaaah, bwaah bwaaaah. Ooom pukka puuukkka.

Turns out all they wanted to do was watch me get out of my wheelchair, pivot, and then slide onto the shower bench, and then reverse the procedure.

But hope springs eternal. When she suggested that we get into bed, again, that same 70's soundtrack kicked in.

Bwaaah bwaaah bwaaaah. Ooom Pukka Puuukkkka.

We went into a seperate room with a standard issue hospital bed. She drew the curtains. I got into bed just as she asked. I rolled over when she said to.

Yeah!!

I wondered which of my buddies I was going to call first to tell them the old man still had it!!!

Then, in a sultry voice, she huskily whispered, "OK, now give it to me hard, big guy."

Wait, that was from my mental movie. What she actually said was, "Ok, now get your big butt out of bed if it isn't too hard."

**Sigh**


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My Doctor Visit

My leg is red, swollen, bleeding, scabby and oozing pus. Mrs. Crotchety’s first thought was that I needed to go to the doctor.

Mine, of course, was, “Where’s the camera? This sounds like a really good blog post.”

Most of my really good blog posts involve doctors, hospital staff, and things inserted into my body medical procedures.

By the way, my doctor is Dr. Sergi. I told him tonight I was going to give him a shout out. He is a great doctor, really. Dedicated and up to date on everything. And he always asks me questions about my blog.

And hopefully, when someone Googles him, they’ll get this blog. Win-win.

By the way, this wouldn’t have been the first time posting disgusting parts of my body.
http://diabetesdestroys.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-diabetic-foot-nasty-photo.html
Warning: Very disgusting photo. I‘m serious.


Anyway, in her haste to get me to my doctor, we missed the opportunity.

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See. It loses much of the impact once it’s all wrapped up. The wrapper comes off in a week, so we can hope that it will still be blog worthy. It may be too much to expect it to still be oozing, but some scabs and sores would be nice.

Fingers crossed.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Winner of "Caption This" Contest Announced; Blogging World Stunned

And the winner of yesterday’s “Caption This” is:

In the words of the late Phil Rizzuto

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Holy Cow


The contest was so close. Normally, 3 members of the staff get together and choose the winner. But it was so close, I added a 4th staff member. Still too close. So, I added a 5th. And finally, a 6th.

No clear winner could be established. So, I used a weighted system for each place.

This method finally produced a winner.

Whew!

The winner, in the closest possible contest I ever imagined is Mike, from Live life 365.

The first runner up, is Shadow Crystal, and in a 6 way tie for 3rd place, each with multiple points a piece, are Bradley, Dani, Kate, Rubba, BchBear, Mommajean, and Jenn.

Would you believe that nearly every caption garnered at least one vote? This proves unequivocally that this blog has the smartest and most creative readers.

I’m not just sucking up, I truly believe that. I appreciate all of youse.

And the prize, of course, is that Mike and his blog gets listed as the winner for a week. He also gets the coveted Zucchini award, with extra zucchini.

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As usual, runner up Shadow Crystal also gets a Zucchini Award, and all the third place winners, due to a bumper crop of zucchini, each may have one to do with as they wish.

I understand Jenn has a wonderful recipe for zucchini parmesan, and Kate has a recipe blog, so I’m sure she has many ideas.

Thanks to everyone for making this the best “Caption This” contest yet.

I’d like to thank staff members Donna, the other Donna, Dawn, Nicole, Fran, and Tammy from Crotchety Old Man World-Wide International Headquarters and Discount House of Worship for their help in deciding the contest this week.



Coming tomorrow-- Report from my doctor: Is blood in my urine a bad thing?

Holy crap. The link is working. Vote quickly before it stops again.
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Caption This

Win the adulation of the blogosphere. Winning caption to be chosen by the staff of the Crotchety Old Man World-Wide International Headquarters and Discount House of Worship

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Growing Up Dorky

Warning: Adultish content ahead

I haven’t always been the bon vivant and manly man of the world that I am today. At one time, believe it or not, I was a dork.

Oh yeah, I know you are finding that hard to believe, with me being a star high school athlete and everything. You never knew I was an athlete, did you?

Varsity chess, baby. My senior year, I even played second board most tournaments and occasionally first board. For those of you not familiar with chess team play, that is like being the star running back of the football team, or the third batter on the baseball team. And on sports awards night, I was given a varsity letter.

That’s why I got all the babes. Nothing turns on a cheerleader more than seeing a felt castle looking thing on your high school jacket.

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Sorry to get the ladies so worked up


I’m the George Washington of bloggers. I know I write a lot of improbable things here, but, the overwhelming majority of it is 100% sorta true. I may exaggerate a bit for comedic effect at times, but my life is messed up enough that it isn’t necessary that often.

For instance, I never really got that many babes. I know that’s hard to believe with me being so darned studly today.

I always considered myself to be Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, but I was more like
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“Loopy Doopy Doopah Doopah do“


Yeah. I hate to admit it, but a lot used to get by me.

Like one time, I was in the grocery store, and my friend introduced me to his co-worker. Let’s call her Sally, mainly because I have no idea what her name was. He then went off to stock potato chips, or whatever he was doing before I stopped by.

So, it was just me and Sally in aisle 8. After cracking a joke or two--I was smooth--she put her hand down my pants. I stopped her, it was the middle of the grocery store with shoppers all around, after all. So anyway, later I was telling my friend about it. He thought it meant she liked me, and would be interested in going out or something.

I told him, and I swear I’m not making this up, “No, she was just a friendly girl.”

I never asked her out because I was a dork and I thought she would turn me down.

Believe it or don’t, but this has actually happened a couple times in my life. No, not the hands down the pants thing, but women giving me signals that I missed. That’s why I feel so badly for women and have helped them try to understand the male mind.

I only wish someone would try to help me understand the female mind.

By the way, I was a guest blogger on a sports blog yesterday. You can read here about my hatred of the Red Sox.

http://tommybuettnerbloggingbaseball.blogspot.com/2008/08/guest-blog.html

Coming tomorrow: Caption this

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Monday, August 04, 2008

So, Joe

What is your profession, so we know what kind of job you are out of now?

My friend Bill asked me this a few years ago, and I was kind of stumped. My employment history is kind of, ummm, checkered, to say the least.

I haven’t just had a lot of different jobs, I’ve had a crap load of different careers. Fortunately, when filling out a resume or job application, they only ask to go back a couple jobs.
Here’s mine, so we can figure out exactly what kind of work I’m out of now.

When I was a kid, I had a paper route. That isn’t a job with a career track, so I eventually moved on and gave it up, coincidentally to a kid named Joe.

When I was in high school, I worked winters part-time on a truck. I delivered kerosene, I did the grunt work, and someone else did the driving.

Then I went to college for about 15 minutes, and hated every second of it. I dropped out, and entered the exciting world of fast food in lower management.

That didn’t work out well, so I became a truck driver. Back to delivering kerosene and home heating fuel oil.
Because it’s pretty seasonal, I learned the art of cleaning and repairing boilers. It was a family business, and if you ever worked for family, you can imagine how that went.
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So, it was on to in house collections for a Fortune 500 company. I won’t reveal what company it was, but they own a mighty fine blimp. The job was terrible, and I quit. I went to unemployment, and told them my tale. Normally, if one quits without cause, they will either not pay or will penalize the person and withhold payments. Before I quit, I made copies of documents that proved they were bastages. The company didn’t appreciate that, so I was summoned to court. Bottom line, judge told me to be sure no one should see the papers, and told the company to shut up. All in legalese, of course.
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I worked in a warehouse loading trucks for one day. I don't do physical for minimum wage.

I worked in a pizzaria for a while. That was ok, but the owner kept getting arrested, so I decided it was time to move on.
I started my own business. I was in the auto parts business, and did well. But there was a paradigm shift in the industry, and what I did became more or less obsolete.

Then I went to a social services agency. It was great. I was happy. The pay was decent, the hours were perfect.
So, the company restructured, and my supervisor didn’t have the documentation to maintain her position, so she bid on mine.
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I wound up working in a gas station for my buddy, Joe, for a few months. How long could I keep explaining to lost drivers that to get on the other side of the road, just go a few hundred feet up the road to the U turn. And how many times a day could I say “No, I’m not going to draw you a map for that, dumbass.”

At the same time, I was back to delivering newspapers in the early morning. I was late with the papers on Christmas morning, and some jerks called and complained. Rather than start throwing rocks at houses, I quit that job.
fire
I have anger issues


I then started another business, a pizzaria. Things were going great, until the city it was in had riots. The riots ended due to the worst heat wave in our state’s history. Yeah, I know, only you, Joe.

So, I started working in an auto parts store. Didn’t know the manager was crazy. One day, he set fire to my desk, so I left.

On to another social services agency, doing asleep overnights. What a perfect job. I was paid to sleep. Sweet. This left me with plenty of day hours with nothing to do.

So, I started to work for the cable company, too. Inside sales/customer service. I’m really uncomfortable lying all day long, so eventually, I was asked to leave. My supervisor talked them out of escorting me out using police.
Why do I get a reputation as being slightly unstable?

I stayed at the asleep overnight job until they decided I had to stay awake, just in case anyone woke up and needed anything.

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I worked in a grocery store for a week. I left and they kept calling asking me to come back. I told them I could have people make me feel bad about myself for higher pay somewhere else.

I went back to school and got my teaching degree.

I stayed at the same agency from the overnight and worked in a day program. Supposed to have 4 workers, and 20 clients. Most days had 2 workers and nearly 30 clients.

I then became a substitute teacher in a couple districts, and started working in a tutoring center.
I got a job in a private school. That lasted a month. The Principal said things were just so confusing, she had to make changes. Not that the confusion was her fault. Most schools drastically change their schedules every other day for the first 3 weeks, don’t they? By the way, Sister Joan, the Principal, was transferred a few weeks after letting me go. Gee, maybe it wasn’t me after all. How bad do you have to be to get fired when you’re a nun?

Next, I worked in a mid-level position in a social services agency. The pay was ok, but the job was terrible. Actually the job was mind numbingly dull, and the supervisor was referred to by me as the Incubus, and her supervisor was the Succubus. Every week or so, the Incubus filed termination papers for me, and I had to go in to HR and prove that the supervisor was lying.

That was fun.

Eventually, while I was on sick leave, half my department was eliminated. You just know I was in the half that got eliminated.

I was then only working at the tutoring center. I called out sick January, 2007, so I‘m not sure if I still work there or not.

So, what job am I out of right now?

Anyone with the patience to read all this deserves something. Leave a comment to answer my question, and I'll put your name in a drawing for some entrecard credits. Or I'll help you with your resume. I'm good at them.

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Sunday, August 03, 2008

Sunday Morning Blues

I've been working so hard for youse this week. I even wrote a couple of posts that required me to write them in advance and pay attention to grammar and spelling.

You may have noticed posting quality was up a full 14% this week. Usually I just bang them out during Colbert, and post around midnight, but no, I worked on them. You received a full week's worth of carefully crafted, properly structured blog posts. You could have used them for a class in diagramming sentences, they were that well done.
Any typos were put there to test my readers. You all passed admirably. Well done, faithful readers.

I just wanted to catch you up on a couple things.

I promise not to be a long drawn out awards ceremony.

I recently received the Amyoops Award again

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The award was started by Amy of http://www.amyoops.com/

This time the award came from The Lost News http://www.thelostnews.com/

This is a very well done blog, and very different from most comedy blogs. It's easier to ask you to check it out rather than try to explain it.

I also received it from my buddy Tommy of email rubbish at http://emailrubbish.blogspot.com/

This is a fairly new blog and Tommy posts some of the junk email that he gets. It is extremely funny stuff, but it is for over age 18.

You know there is a bunch of rules, but I'm going to break them.

I really appreciate the awards. Unfortunately, with these awards I'm required to pick 5 for each, and I have 2, so that's 10--oy. I usually dump them on present them to Jenn, but she has already mentioned that she would beat me senseless gently decline as she has received so many her mantle is overloaded and she spends most of her Saturdays dusting them. So, the problem becomes passing them on. Because I have, more or less, become a part of the humor blogger community, and we all try to support one another, we wind up just passing the awards to each other, and the awards seem to suffer from inbreeding.
Through awards, we are all nearly related to ourselves.

So, rather than pick any one, or five, or ten, I'm just going to list some great humor bloggers, and realize that any and all are deserving of an award.

Better still, here's a link to a new site that is almost ready to launch. http://humorbloggers.com

It's loaded with the best of the best. My buddy Chelle from Offended Blogger is the blog mistress in charge.

I'm a part of the group because I cried, bribed, blackmailed asked Chelle and she has a good heart. You will probably notice many of these blogs are already on my blogroll, because my buddies are the best.

Sometimes, I feel like

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We're not worthy


Have a happy Sunday


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Saturday, August 02, 2008

It's Official! We Love Drowsey Monkey!

The staff at Crotchety Old Man World-Wide International Headquarters and Discount House of Worship met recently to discuss the annual process of selecting our favorite Canadian. Mike Myers and Jim Carrey were the first names that came to mind. Vincent D’Onofrio was bandied about, but it turns out that he is from Brooklyn, NY, and is only lusted after by Canadians.

Finally, a senior staff member tossed out the name Drowsey Monkey. After assuring the rest of the staff that Drowsey Monkey is neither an act in the Kama Sutra, nor an adult cocktail, it was decided to look more closely.

We launched a full scale investigation, including credit checks, employment history, and snacking history.

We couldn’t find any of that stuff, but what we did find is the following information:

1. The name Drowsey Monkey is derived from a favorite doll from her childhood, partnered with a monkey that belonged to her sister.

We can only be grateful their favorite toys weren’t Fuzzy Wuzzy and Super balls.

2. She has an unnatural affinity for widgets.

3. She seems to be somewhat obsessed with imfommercials and penguins. If Freud weren’t already dead, this would have surely killed him.

4. She has a car with various quirks (hmm, ever notice some similarities with people and their cars?) named Ruby.

And finally,

5. She is one of the funniest and friendliest ladies in the blogosphere.

For these reasons, we are pleased to announce Drowsey Monkey as our Canadian of the year, and coincidentally to wish her a happy one year blogiversary.

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A special note from Vince just for Drowsey


www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Le9AmPM-as



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Friday, August 01, 2008

More Answers To Ladies Questions

Answering Questons From the Ladies Part 2

Because the ladies are so darned inquisitive, I will answer even more of their questions.

In case anyone missed part 1

http://crotchety-old-man-yells-at-cars.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-questions-from-ladies.html

Let me get right into it.

Jenn queries: Why is it when walking past a guy, often he will start whistling a tune? Not a cat call, just start music making.

I can’t believe women don’t know the answer to this. It’s almost too easy.

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That’s right. Mick Jagger. The man has dated, married, and had several children with models and supermodels. Women describe him as soulful, sexy, and who knows what else they imagine. I posted a glamour shot from years ago. We all know that today he looks even more like a troll doll. If he were a dock worker from Port Newark, even a good hearted hooker would charge him double. And don’t make me post pictures of Rod Stewart and Keith Richards.
Musicians get the babes, and Jenn, you are experiencing men who understand that.

Lauren wants to know why men would kiss women they apparently have no further interest in.

Women are cunning creatures. They plan and study, and think ahead. I’ve witnessed junior high school young ladies doodling. It will be a heart with the name of her current beau running through it. She will practice writing her name as Mrs. Guy Whistlebritches. Meanwhile, Guy is busy doodling tanks, airplanes, and weird animals. Men pretty much are simple, reactive beings. We don’t put that much thought into anything we do concerning amore.

Anok needs to know why men stash food in the unlikeliest of places.

Of course men need to hide it an unlikely place. Would my stash of chocolate be safe from the Crotchety Old Lady if I left it in the cabinet instead of…wait a minute. Was this a trick to get me to reveal where my chocolate is?


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No, it’s not in my sock drawer.

Next question comes from faithful reader Sandy

Concerning Richard Simmons, Donald Trump, and Gene Simmons, what is up with their hair? Do they think their ‘do looks good?

Sandy, men have a very tenuous relationship with their hair.

When I was young, I had a full, lustrous head of hair

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Today

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not so much.

That is why we do everything we can just to pile it up. Style isn’t as important as its existence. We don’t care how it looks. We are just happy it’s still there.

Sandy also asks (she had a lot of good questions) why don’t more men get pedicures.

Sandy, lots of men get pedicures, but most of them already have boyfriends.

Anok (I’m starting to know her husband well) would like to know why men are such babies when they are sick.

This is a myth. Women need to know that because men are the bigger and stronger of the species, they get much more powerful illnesses.
Your little cold is nothing. The germs that affect a man have been scientifically proven to be twice the size and strength as the tiny germs that infect women.
I’ll prove it. Women generally get sick first. The germs develop and get stronger in your system. When you pass your used germs along to your man, they are now larger, and fiercer than ever.

Pamela wants to know if men are attracted to outgoing smart women, or quiet, not so smart ones?

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What was the question again?

Oh yeah, ummm.

Moving on.

Lucy VP asks:
Why do men expect applause after such basic tasks like washing up?

We expect it because we deserve it. Few things make men happier than getting dirty, greasy, and smelly.

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Look how happy Mike from Dirty Jobs is


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So, yes, when we do something like acting civilized, we do expect accolades.

I’m sure these responses have answered all your man questions.

You’re welcome. I’m glad to be so helpful.


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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

And, the Winners of Yesterday's Caption This Are:

I used a committee to decide composed of everyone here at Crotchety Old Man World-Wide International Headquarters and Discount House of Worship. Consider us to be

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We fought and debated for hours, and finally decided...

who got to pretend to be Paula.

And now, the decision of the judges.

But first...

We thought long and hard to decide what the award should be. Then we thought about the proliferation of awards that have been circulating. They reminded us of the old lady down the street who, just like every year, has a bumper crop of a certain vegetable. And it seems like you can't pass her house without her giving you a basket of

zucchini.

So, now I present the Zucchini Award.

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You don't have to pass it on to 100 of your closest friends. You don't have to link back to me. All I ask is that when you display it proudly on your mantle, just let everyone know it is a Rubba Original Creation.

If you want to pass it along, you can. If you want to throw it on the pile with all your other awards, that will be fine, too.

And the winner will have his or her name and blog link displayed in a place of honor on my sidebar until I have another contest or get tired of looking at it.

And, as soon as I figure out how to do it, I'll be passing along some serious entrecard credits to our runners up.

These results have been stored in a mayonnaise jar on my back porch since early this afternoon.

And the winners are:

#1 Blogger Bryan said...

Go ahead. I know you wanna touch it.
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#2 Blogger momjeansblogger said...

Things at Wal-Mart really have changed ever since Michael Jackson took over as buyer.

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#3 Blogger Jenn Thorson said...

"Pee-wee Herman knew just the shop for the hot, rippin' wheels he needed..."


Thank you to everyone that participated.

I'm also going to give a random commentor (Drowsey Monkey) some entrecard credits.

I did notice that a theme seemed to run through Paula's choices, though. I wonder what's up with that?

Tomorrow: Ladies questions answered part 2

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Caption This--Win Fabulous Prizes--Rubba Edition

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Monday, July 28, 2008

It's Been a Big Week Already

But everyone knows I just give and give.

Oh, before I forget, tomorrow, is a "Caption This Wednesday" using another picture stolen borrowed from Rubba, and then it gets really exciting.

That's right!

A MAJOR AWARD FOR THE BEST CAPTION AS VOTED BY THE ENTIRE STAFF!

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"It's... it's... it's indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!"


No, not that award. Rubba has designed an extra special, one of a kind award to be presented to the winner of Wednesday's contest.

I like delivering blog posts fresh to your doorstop every morning. I don't prewrite them (isn't that obvious?) but I have carefully chosen every topic, which every blogger knows is half the battle.

The other 80% is the writing of it.

By the way, I do drop in little nuance jokes from time to time. I'm surprised how many of them slip by.

I got in the habit of doing things like that in college. I went to college (again) in the late 1990's where I was generally acknowledged as the oldest person on campus who wasn't a professor.
Anyway, I used to intentionally put things in my papers just to see if the professors read them.

Probably the funniest thing I ever did was in a rather scholarly paper for a history class.

While I was discussing Lincoln, I mentioned something about how much easier it would have been if the Union forces had

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leading the army instead of Sherman.

I may have mentioned other important facts like the most important event of the 20th century was my birth. Oh yeah, and because Einstein died around the time I was born, I was the reincarnation of him.

The professor missed all of these gems.

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Oh, I was talking about more things to come this week. You can look forward to part 2 of answers to ladies' questions about men on Friday. If you haven't submitted a question yet, you are welcome to put one in the comments section. I still have plenty from last week, but if you have a burning issue:

it would be tasteless to put a picture of a hygiene product, so I won't.

You're welcome.

And, in a few days, even more super surprises.

So keep stopping back.

The Pompitous of Love

The song "The Joker" popped into my head today, because I was watching TV this morning (yeah, I know, you’re shocked--because I only watch about 16 hours a day.)

Anyway, the host needed to break for a commercial. He said something so stupid, I immediately looked at the Crotchety Old Lady to confirm he said what he did.

She basically gave me a

WTF

look as the host said, “Let us vegetate on that while we take a commercial break.”

Ok, anyone who has read my blog more than twice knows I play fast and loose with the English language. If I can’t find a word to fit a situation, I use the Steve Miller method and just make one up.

I’m fine with that, as are most of my readers. The reason is that I make up the words, so obviously I’m using them properly. But you know what really grinds my gears?

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When someone tries to look intelligent by using multi-syllabic words and then misuses them. I’d much prefer to be told to think about something than to vegetate about it.

But that’s just me.

By the way, did you ever look up the meaning of pompitous?

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Taking Questions From the Ladies

For the last few days, I have been taking questions from ladies to help bridge the gap between the sexes and to provide some understanding of the male mind.

I am well qualified to do this for 2 reasons:

1. I took a Sociology class in college
2. I have been a man for most of my adult life

This is for education and entertainment only. Please do not use any of this information for nefarious purposes. I trust you. Questions have been shortened because some of you ladies go on and on, yadda, yadda, yadda for space.

The first question comes from Jenn. She asks “What is the maximum number of words I can use with the average man before he tunes me out? I suspect it’s around 5.”

Jenn, Jenn, Jenn. Have you ever heard the Kenny Chesney song, “You had me from hello?” His attention span is that short. One word. And that is not unusual. Most men start the tuning out process at word 3. By word 5, all but the most resolute of men are hearing the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoon.

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Good Grief


A typical conversation with me is, “Crotchety, would you mind if wahh wahh wahh wahh wahh wahh. If you toss in a few salacious words, and perhaps the mention of a food item, it may get you a few extra words. Generally, though, consider anything after 3 the bonus round.

Dani asks, “What the frig is in the remote control that a man can’t put it down?”
Dani, the need for the remote is hardwired into a man’s brain. Back when the first Caveman, Bob, sat around, he needed to have his trusty spear with him at all times. Whether hunting, or protecting his brood, Bob needed his spear at the ready. Modern man needs his remote to hunt for quality programs, and protect his family from feminine hygiene commercials.

Both Anok and Shyne were concerned with men’s seeming inability to carry their own keys, glasses, etc.
First, no way, no how, is a man ever to carry a man bag. It’s in bold print on page 11, 3rd paragraph in the Man’s Handbook. You have to just accept it, just as we accept that you say my green pants don’t go with my purple shirt.

The Get Smart Gal wants to know how men really feel about chicks who know more about sports than they do?
While I have never witnessed this phenomenon, the handbook clearly states that a man should celebrate the fact that he doesn’t have to explain to his lady for the millionth time that if the Yankees are wearing pinstripes, they are in New York, at Yankee Stadium. Or that, no, he’s never noticed how cute the running back’s butt is. And that he still wants to wear his A-Rod jersey even though A-rod may have cheated on his wife. And yes, he knows wrestling is fake. Please note, these are hypothetical scenarios, and the Crotchety Old Lady would never do that.
snicker


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Both Jeunelle and Arcticulates expressed concern that men seemingly hold on to their clothes, basically, until the last Fruit of the Loom guy is barely hanging on.
We need to go back to Bob, once again. Bob had to work pretty hard to get his clothing. He couldn’t just go to J.C. Penney’s. Oh no, he had to go and slay a dinosaur, or a bear, or something for his duds. And once you have done that, you are not about to just toss them because of some minor imperfection like a hole.

Nosireebob.

In fact, I have a T-shirt from a Milli Vanilli concert that is just a collar and one sleeve.

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While on the subject of clothing, both Dani and Anok (they were very inquisitive) wanted to know why men seemingly leave clothing haphazardly. This practice dates back to the Middle Ages. Clothing was scarce, and marauders would often ransack villages seeking it. By leaving their clothing in no discernable pattern, men would outsmart the marauders.

The last question for today comes from Jan. She wants to know why men don’t call when they promised to.

I‘ve researched this.

Back in 1914, Guy Whistlebritches met a lovely woman named Ethyl Woodmyre at the fashionable Dew Drop Inn. They exchanged numbers, and Guy promised to call later that night.

On the way home that day from the toaster factory, Guy decided he wasn’t going to call Ethyl.

Since then, well, it just kinda became a guy thing.

I’m sorry I didn’t get to all the questions. I may do a part 2 in the near future if anyone found this useful.
Thanks for stopping by, and as usual, I'm always glad to be the helpful blogger.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

You Can Make a Million Dollars a Day, Too

This is one of the best emails ever.I thought you would all enjoy it. It was sent to me it by my friend, Freddie.
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It's TRUE !!!!!!!

No kidding Make one million dollars per day I will show you how it's done ...step by step I have been doing it for five years already ...

Just send me five dollars, Please, my kids need braces ...ok send three dollars .. Wow, see you already saved two dollars and we just met ..

Imagine if we got to know each other for a few months ?????? We could be talking thousands, uhhmm millions.

OK, wait one sec.. I need to do something .......
OK I am back, just made another million, that was fun As I was saying please send me three dollars ...

I really could use the money, I have a roof to fix, dry cleaning bills plus my printer (Cannon bubble jet) is almost out of ink.

Ok, if you send four dollars I will tell you real cool gossip from my neighborhood. I live in a one bedroom apt in the Bronx. Mansion in the Hamptons.
I would give you my phone # but it was shut off oops I mean, I’m not home.

I am not one to flaunt my wealth.... however last evening I ordered Chinese food .....They said delivery was five dollars extra!!! So I said "what the heck, I can meet you half way "
See I saved $2.50 already & showed you how ~~~

These are secret tips I have developed over the years ... and I will be happy to share them with you ..
All you need to do is send two dollars ...

Wow you already saved another buck... it's cause I really like you ..

What are you wearing ? Ooops wrong e-mail Sorry ...

ok , back to making money.

Ok, here is another secret , always carry around a ten thousand dollar bill and act very aloof when buying an item .. Example : I would like a slice of pizza , do you have change for a ten thousand dollar bill ? They usually say "nope" Bingo ~~ FREE PIZZA ~~~ See , I already taught you how to eat for free ~~

By the way , this secret does not work in Kosher Deli's for some reason I tried but they said they did have the change I might try a twenty thousand dollar bill I think they have a picture of Abe Vigoda on them .

So do I have you boonswaggled yet ? Ooops I mean Uhhhh …you trust me, right? Hmmmm ok. I don't blame you ..This does seem to good to be true .. I will now prove it to you ...

YES PROOF !!!!!!

Here is an interview with my last customer~~
Customer: Yes I did make one million dollars in one day with your special secrets, Uncle Freddie Freddie: Please do not mention I am your uncle !!!
Customer: Uhh ok , how come I haven't received crap yet from your special program ??
Freddie: Shut the hell up, you imbecile !!!!

FOLKS ~~ !!!~~~ Sorry , that never should have been released to the public however I feel so close to you all now .. What are you all wearing ? Ooops wrong e-mail again

Anyway, please send Two measly dollars will ya ?? Please ~~~~ TWO DOLLARS IS ALL I ASK OK ONE DOLLAR WILL DO oops cap lock

Submit your moolah, buckeroonies, gelt, gefilte fish, or whatever you can spare to:
Freddie
Main Street
Downtown, New Jersey USA

Friday, July 25, 2008

It's Casual Friday

So, kick back and be prepared to go on a little trip. It’s ok if you don’t have your toothbrush with you.

First, Mr. Rubba created a special umbrella hat for Sandy at http://www.witsbitch.blogspot.com/ She should have it on her blog today.

It is so worth the trip to see it, and it only cost her 50 million Zimbabwe dollars.

Next, take a quick trip to see HRH Momjeans at http://momjeansblogger.blogspot.com/

And you can see :

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Along with her victory chant. It’s pretty funny.

It’s another awards show, so you can check out some really wonderful blogs.

We’ve had the prestigious Arte y Pico Award bestowed on this blog again.

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The Rules thanks to www.arteypico.blogspot.com:
Rules:
1) You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award, creativity, design, interesting material, and also contribuites to the blogger community, no matter of language.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award-winning, has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog thathas given her or him the ward itself.
4) Award-winning and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of “Arte y pico”blog , so everyone will know the origin of this award.
5) To show these rules.

I was selected by Bridget, the Get Smart Gal at http://www.thegetsmartblog.com/
She features electronics, business tips, finance, marketing, and some football.

I’d like to share this award with:
Bikram at http://n95pic.blogspot.com/ He shares photos of his homeland with very nice descriptions.

Eunice, another travel photographer at http://travelerfolio.com/
Beautiful photos from her extensive travels

Bill from http://www.househubbie.blogspot.com/ He shares recipes and restaurant reviews in New Jersey.

Time Thief from http://thistimethisspace.com/. It’s always a good read, that can have well presented political ideas one day, and life advice the next.

And lastly, my friend Kate at http://onlifeasiknowit.blogspot.com/
It’s totally her fault that She started me on the blogging path nearly 5 years ago. Her blog is a mixed bag. She makes fun of celebrities, weighs in with thoughtful political debate, or just lets us take a peek at her life. She also writes a recipe blog and a pet blog, creates hand made quilts, works full time and I get exhausted just thinking about all the stuff she does.

The blog also received another award, but I’ll share that next week. Youse have been through enough for today.

I’m still taking questions for an upcoming blog providing answers directly from the Man Handbook. Just leave your questions in the comments section.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Rain, Rain, Go Away

I can hear the rumbling of thunder in the background. It has been raining off and on all day, and flooding is expected tonight.

For all of my life, I never was concerned about this. But thanks to the internet, I’m now very “weather aware” and this is not a good thing.
I was much better off when I was in my mental bubble.

Why the turnaround? Simple, I have friends all over the world. Normally, this would be a good thing.

But now, I can track weather patterns. Rubba lives somewhere west. And Jenn from Cabbages and Kings lives west of me, but not as west as Rubba.

So, when flooding hits Rubba’s state

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Rubba escaping to safety in the Swanborghini


I know what’s in store for Jenn a few hours later, and then ultimately, for me, a few hours after that.

So, you can see where this is heading.

That’s right, gentle reader, I am being subjected to used rain.

The same rain that launched the Swanborghini, and nearly ruined a scround (it’s a real word, you can look it up) of peach ice cream

http://cabbages-n-kings.blogspot.com/2008/07/yield-to-power-of-scround.html

then has the chutzpah to dampen my spirits.

But my regular readers know how much I care for them.

In the next week or so, I will be launching a complete line of umbrella hats.

My buddy Rubba has been working feverishly to help me put the online catalog together, and I’ll give you just a peek at some of the hats using some of his designs and stolen stock photos :

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The Lo Mein


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The Rogue


When you just want to blend in
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The Rambo


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The It Girl


I’m not sure of our pricing schedule yet, but for 50 million Zimbabwe dollars, Rubba would photoshop a hat on your head if he likes you.

He‘ll do it for free if he doesn‘t.
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And the winner of yesterday’s “Caption This” was HRHMomjean. She was so determined to win the non prize that she enlisted the aid of minions to threaten encourage me to select her caption.

It was very funny and she deserved to win, even without the help of her friends. By the way, her blog is The Soccer Mom’s File http://momjeansblogger.blogspot.com/

It’s a good read.

I did promise yesterday, that I will reveal secrets from the "Man's handbook." Post your questions, and they will be addressed in a future post.

Coming soon: Awards and other stuff

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Caption This--Rubba Edition

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There may be prizes

Probably not, though

Coming soon: A peek at the man's handbook