Welcome to America! If my opinions offend you...that is Awesome. I hope you get so incensed that you become suicidal or if you're easily influenced, I hope you take my advice and stop being so lame.
I originally locked the public out of BlockThat! to appease someone. Someone; you can either man-up and get over yourself or waste tons of time being a crank to the people you love. Your choice.
I thought a lot about the circumstances surrounding BT! and the relationship I'm supposed to have with my public. I love you guys. You rock! You're kinda moody though and that's something chicks do. So, stop.
I'm just here sharing the little slice of heaven I've been given and I'm paying forward as much as I can, so you lameos can steal your material from me and sound cool to all of your friends.
I'm thinking this is only going to last about....2 weeks.
love,
WP
5.31.2008
Myanmar, Huh? Tragic? Yes. Our Problem? No.
At the risk of sounding like a completely insensitive, bastard, I'm going to say it. Not our fight.
Myanmar's little mudslides and the spattering of rain they got. Ah....whatever.
I just heard from Bob Villa and he said that in his professional opinion, your primary domicile should not be made of mud and sticks or situated at the bottom of a huge muddy mountain on the edge of a river.
The millions of dollars of aid, we felt it necessary to send to these people, got caught in limbo or in the hands of people who didn't really need the help is hilarious to me. The freaks in our country who 'take-up-the-cause' for the nasty little sneezes of countries, without even thinking about the problems in our country, confuse me. Gee, how much could a couple millions of dollars fix in some of the inner cities in the deep south or in developing ways to get our oil out of Alaska without disrupting the Elks. Bad investment, America, very, very bad. My financial forecast from this little adventure is: the return on this Myanmar investment is SQUAT. Thanks for playing.
Noted. It's awesome to me to think these people are surprised their country is in shambles after a big rain. Yeah it might be a REALLY big rain, but for crying out loud. If you'd send your people to school and maybe mix a batch of concrete, the sky's the limit.
My advice. Buck-up and three cheers for the Commies.
love,
WP
Myanmar's little mudslides and the spattering of rain they got. Ah....whatever.
I just heard from Bob Villa and he said that in his professional opinion, your primary domicile should not be made of mud and sticks or situated at the bottom of a huge muddy mountain on the edge of a river.
The millions of dollars of aid, we felt it necessary to send to these people, got caught in limbo or in the hands of people who didn't really need the help is hilarious to me. The freaks in our country who 'take-up-the-cause' for the nasty little sneezes of countries, without even thinking about the problems in our country, confuse me. Gee, how much could a couple millions of dollars fix in some of the inner cities in the deep south or in developing ways to get our oil out of Alaska without disrupting the Elks. Bad investment, America, very, very bad. My financial forecast from this little adventure is: the return on this Myanmar investment is SQUAT. Thanks for playing.
Noted. It's awesome to me to think these people are surprised their country is in shambles after a big rain. Yeah it might be a REALLY big rain, but for crying out loud. If you'd send your people to school and maybe mix a batch of concrete, the sky's the limit.
My advice. Buck-up and three cheers for the Commies.
love,
WP
Here's a Doozy, Straight From the We Report, You Deciders...
A prostitution ring in Texas started by three gang-affiliated youths, ages 17 and 16 was discovered in August when a woman, allegedly working with/for the two youths was arrested for offering a 14-year-old girl for sex for $50.
Evidently the three boys would befriend young girls who were either runaways or lived in volatile households and they would peddle them through apartment complexes. Like, any upstanding, respectable citizens the boys would beat the girls and sexually assault them for refusing to provide their customers whatever twisted perversion the ordered.
This is a tragic situation but what's even more disturbing is the reaction of one of the mother's of the girls involved in this now defunct society of pedophilia for hire -"These girls have to live with what happened for the rest of their lives," said the mother, who was not named to conceal the identity of her daughter. "These boys aren't going to serve much time. I don't think that after a year and half, they'll be ready to get back into society."
Okay Barbara, where were you when your daughter was going-down on the guy who owns the local quickie-mart? I think it's unfair to assume that mother has her daughter's best interest at heart. Mothering isn't a part-time job or a hobby as some mothers treat it. Where does she come off thinking, now that there 's something going on in her daughter's life, she is the reigning authority for what's best for her?
I'm sorry those young girls got caught up in such a despicable situation, but with some guidance and supervision it never would have happened.
In my opinion the best course of action, isn't to crucify the twisted, young men who are clearly guilty. They'll serve their time and hopefully they'll return to society with the understanding that we here in America, don't sell our young girls' bodies to quickie-mart owners. For the girls who got roped into this debacle, man-up and find another young girl you can mentor and teach from your mistakes.
Our society is so quick to sweep mistakes under the mat and pretend they never happened. Instead, why don't we realize that mistakes are teaching tools, real-time, honest-to-goodness, teaching aids. Instead of hanging their heads and letting their mothers go ballistic in the media, they should allow the circumstances mold them into strong women who can become the defenders of the younger girls in their communities.
Thanks for reading,
WP
Evidently the three boys would befriend young girls who were either runaways or lived in volatile households and they would peddle them through apartment complexes. Like, any upstanding, respectable citizens the boys would beat the girls and sexually assault them for refusing to provide their customers whatever twisted perversion the ordered.
This is a tragic situation but what's even more disturbing is the reaction of one of the mother's of the girls involved in this now defunct society of pedophilia for hire -"These girls have to live with what happened for the rest of their lives," said the mother, who was not named to conceal the identity of her daughter. "These boys aren't going to serve much time. I don't think that after a year and half, they'll be ready to get back into society."
Okay Barbara, where were you when your daughter was going-down on the guy who owns the local quickie-mart? I think it's unfair to assume that mother has her daughter's best interest at heart. Mothering isn't a part-time job or a hobby as some mothers treat it. Where does she come off thinking, now that there 's something going on in her daughter's life, she is the reigning authority for what's best for her?
I'm sorry those young girls got caught up in such a despicable situation, but with some guidance and supervision it never would have happened.
In my opinion the best course of action, isn't to crucify the twisted, young men who are clearly guilty. They'll serve their time and hopefully they'll return to society with the understanding that we here in America, don't sell our young girls' bodies to quickie-mart owners. For the girls who got roped into this debacle, man-up and find another young girl you can mentor and teach from your mistakes.
Our society is so quick to sweep mistakes under the mat and pretend they never happened. Instead, why don't we realize that mistakes are teaching tools, real-time, honest-to-goodness, teaching aids. Instead of hanging their heads and letting their mothers go ballistic in the media, they should allow the circumstances mold them into strong women who can become the defenders of the younger girls in their communities.
Thanks for reading,
WP
5.30.2008
This Completely Defeats the Purpose of Having a Blog
You loyal three. After writing this thing since 2005, I have three bloggites. I love you guys. I love my blog. I hate having it password protected. But, that's the brakes. More to come.
Piece Out.
Piece Out.
5.19.2008
The Liberal Left-Coast is at it Again...and the P-Word Countdown Begins...
So after 60-plus-years of fighting for the right to butt burgle and carpet buffet...the society of misfits, known as the homosexual community is now able to legally marry...each other. Granted it's only the state of California who follows the lead of Massachusetts. Sox fans eat your hearts out...I would have to renounce everything I love and cherish about the great state of North Carolina, if it were to pass legislation allowing the Q's to be legally wed. I really don't know where this country is going. Back in the day we were all about preserving the moral fiber of our country. Nowadays countries seem to be in a race to see whose moral fiber can unravel the fastest. For the full story head over to the NYTimes...
To perpetuate the gloom....This friday we are going to the password protected version of BlockThat!. Maybe one day when the drama in my life winds down I'll tear down the walls of password fortress I'm forced to create and the floodgates will open and nonsensical nonsense will spill forth into the hungry minds of the populace. Till then...read up and make sure I've got your email.
love,
WP
To perpetuate the gloom....This friday we are going to the password protected version of BlockThat!. Maybe one day when the drama in my life winds down I'll tear down the walls of password fortress I'm forced to create and the floodgates will open and nonsensical nonsense will spill forth into the hungry minds of the populace. Till then...read up and make sure I've got your email.
love,
WP
5.14.2008
I'm Already Getting The Emails...
Shortly after I threw up the post about password protecting my little slice of internet, I received this email from a one "2cool4school" who wrote the following and wanted me to revisit a post from Winter 2005, enjoy:
Take part in the Warren Piece Method of Thinking!
I know there are a few other readers of this "horrible", "cold-hearted", "non-funny", "swing and a miss" attempt of a blog, that are up in arms over the idea of BlockThat! becoming password protected. We live in a world of uppity, over sensitive #^@&$ that think they must ruin something for everyone, simply because they lack the ability to enjoy it themselves. This is the internet! If you don’t like a web page, go to another! If you don’t like the t.v. channel, change it! If you don’t like the book you’re reading, close it! I have been reading some past posts and stumbled upon this gem, from 2005, that couldn’t be more appropriate. To those who can’t handle humor, sarcasm and negativity...cheers! More for me!
Friday, November 18, 2005
Here is the Warren Piece Method of Thinking in three easy steps.
First, if someone for example calls you a 'son-of-a-crack' you should ask yourself if you care about this person's opinion. Often times if you think before you react you'll find that you don't really care.
Second, once you figure out that you don't care, don't waste your time reacting. Imagine how much energy you would have if you didn't react to stupidity.
Three, Taking offense to something is a choice. You can choose, by sheer virtue of your freedom of thought, to not be offended. Just choose to dismiss the "offense".
Do we need affirmation from outside sources so badly that we care about others opinions about us or how we conduct various aspects of our lives? I'm constantly amazed at how many people get bent out of shape over a simple comment. Get over it.
This thought process can be applied to anything; anger, sadness, offense, and any other emotion that plagues you. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be emotional, but use your head. It's so much better and you'll find that people will want to be around you more if you stay on an even keel.
Take part in the Warren Piece Method of Thinking!
I know there are a few other readers of this "horrible", "cold-hearted", "non-funny", "swing and a miss" attempt of a blog, that are up in arms over the idea of BlockThat! becoming password protected. We live in a world of uppity, over sensitive #^@&$ that think they must ruin something for everyone, simply because they lack the ability to enjoy it themselves. This is the internet! If you don’t like a web page, go to another! If you don’t like the t.v. channel, change it! If you don’t like the book you’re reading, close it! I have been reading some past posts and stumbled upon this gem, from 2005, that couldn’t be more appropriate. To those who can’t handle humor, sarcasm and negativity...cheers! More for me!
Friday, November 18, 2005
Let's Get Together and Hurt Each Others Feelings....Or We Could Just Grow a Pair and Let It Go...
We are living in perhaps the most hyper-sensitive era, ever. We are sensitive to everything and everyone regardless of anything. We need to reevaluate how we think about things. We get offended about things that have nothing to do with us. Often times we've got people jumping to our aid who seem more offended then we are and we were the ones trespassed against. People need to realize that if they choose not to take something seriously they don't have to. We as a culture are so quick to get our feathers ruffled over nothing.Here is the Warren Piece Method of Thinking in three easy steps.
First, if someone for example calls you a 'son-of-a-crack' you should ask yourself if you care about this person's opinion. Often times if you think before you react you'll find that you don't really care.
Second, once you figure out that you don't care, don't waste your time reacting. Imagine how much energy you would have if you didn't react to stupidity.
Three, Taking offense to something is a choice. You can choose, by sheer virtue of your freedom of thought, to not be offended. Just choose to dismiss the "offense".
Do we need affirmation from outside sources so badly that we care about others opinions about us or how we conduct various aspects of our lives? I'm constantly amazed at how many people get bent out of shape over a simple comment. Get over it.
This thought process can be applied to anything; anger, sadness, offense, and any other emotion that plagues you. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be emotional, but use your head. It's so much better and you'll find that people will want to be around you more if you stay on an even keel.
As Clouds Roll in, I Gently Weep...But Alas! The SUN!
For those who don't know, I'm going through some things right now that are forcing me to take unpopular and unconstitutional steps to ward off hyper-sensitive, killjoys.
I will be password protecting; BlockThat!, starting in 1 week. I figured that would give all of my hard-core readers and my casual perusers enough time to shoot me an email with their email address so I can make sure they have unbridled access to my meanderings.
I love you guys and myself. Myself a tiny bit more, but that is only because I see myself more than you guys and I know me better than you....
-WP
I will be password protecting; BlockThat!, starting in 1 week. I figured that would give all of my hard-core readers and my casual perusers enough time to shoot me an email with their email address so I can make sure they have unbridled access to my meanderings.
I love you guys and myself. Myself a tiny bit more, but that is only because I see myself more than you guys and I know me better than you....
-WP
5.06.2008
Finals Done Tonight, Drills Done Today....
It's looking good, all. Passed all of my classes and taking my Biology final tonight. My drills are done as well after a successful 10 day stint as an active-duty media guy for the 2008 MCAS New River air show extravaganza. Might be picking up a set of 2002 BMW M3 wheels for the Vr6 later this week...again...more to come.
5.01.2008
Finals, Drilling, Home...Welcome to May...
The three things taking up most of my life right now...I'm on orders so I'm wearing the uni. again and I'm also taking all of my finals this week. Welcome to May. More to come.
WP
WP
4.16.2008
I'm gonna need some comments, kids....
I'm curious as to why my comment numbers are so low. I'm going to venture a guess. You are all consumers. You take and take without ever offering to replenish the source from where your entertainment came...That's cool. Be that way...We'll see who has all the fun...Ok you got me, it's you. Sorry. I'm going back to my hole.
Love,
WP
Love,
WP
4.15.2008
Alcohol Update
Another Update. Welcome.
Boddington's Pub Ale.
A beer drinkers' beer, with a pleasant taste and a hearty body. An offering from Strangeways Brewery in Manchester, UK. I am of the school of thought, the infallibility of Wikipedia is only surpassed by the Holy Bible, that being said WikiWorld says the Strangeways Brewery was founded by two grain merchants looking to avoid paying a grain tax in the 1700's. Smart beer by smart beer guys. This beer is an any occasion beer. I had one with a turkey sandwich and had about three during a movie I was watching. It's not even 5.0% alcohol so drinking a couple to ensure you never forget it isn't a big deal. If you're having difficulty finding it throw me a comment and I'll have my people run down a location for you. Thanks for reading.
Happy Drinking,
WP
DISCLAIMER** This segment is not condoning the misuse of alcohol in any way shape or form. This segment is being weblished for the information and the responsible, enjoyment of fine beverages and in no way liable for any criminal or civil crimes committed by readers of this fine weblog. **DISCLAIMER
Boddington's Pub Ale.
A beer drinkers' beer, with a pleasant taste and a hearty body. An offering from Strangeways Brewery in Manchester, UK. I am of the school of thought, the infallibility of Wikipedia is only surpassed by the Holy Bible, that being said WikiWorld says the Strangeways Brewery was founded by two grain merchants looking to avoid paying a grain tax in the 1700's. Smart beer by smart beer guys. This beer is an any occasion beer. I had one with a turkey sandwich and had about three during a movie I was watching. It's not even 5.0% alcohol so drinking a couple to ensure you never forget it isn't a big deal. If you're having difficulty finding it throw me a comment and I'll have my people run down a location for you. Thanks for reading.
Happy Drinking,
WP
DISCLAIMER** This segment is not condoning the misuse of alcohol in any way shape or form. This segment is being weblished for the information and the responsible, enjoyment of fine beverages and in no way liable for any criminal or civil crimes committed by readers of this fine weblog. **DISCLAIMER
A Down Trodden View...But Only Just....
I'm sitting in my kitchen. I'm not cooking or eating, that just happens to be where my laptop is hooked up.
I did however cook earlier in the evening and it was amazing. I'm a fan of creating my own rubs for steak. I'd like to say I made one, but I merely added to an already fantastic steak rub. It was the Montreal-salt free. Not sure who makes it but it was my base and to it I added: oregano, garlic salt, and chili powder. It was dandy.
To the post...
I'm out of it, man, seriously. I'm feeling like I work to often for too little. I'm under-sexed, over-bored, under-slept, over-tired and just ready for a vacation. I feel I work too many hours, when the reality of it is, I work just as many hours as any other full-time employee of anywhere non-military-40. It just feels like more.
For those of you who are out of the loop by you're own carelessness or by my over-sight in not publicizing the fact I'm getting married on the 20th of September in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Eight. I am and there isn't anything I can do about it. I know. You're saying, "Dude, if you don't want it, leave!" I know; kind, compassionate reader, I'm able to leave if I wanted to. I don't and am actually looking forward to one vagina and one case of morning breath for the rest of my earthly life. Ah. Life. Breathe it in. It feels, fresh, stale, magical, mundane and everything I want it to be. BOOM! Marriage: available in you local life with someone with the opposite plumbing as you...
I'm not sleeping; I'm sleepy, just not sleeping.
School; for all of you who are done with it, I envy you. It's killing me. I've mentioned this before lately so I won't dwell on it at this point but expect a full rundown after this semester.
Wanna buy some tools? I'm working at Grainger right now and boy do I sell tools...man. I put an order in today for 300 traffic cones, at $26 a pop, translates into about 8k worth of traffic cones. I squabbled with a costumer who came in the other day. I told him he should throw down some of his rich uncle's money on a big air compressor. I suggested such a purchase because I know this gentleman uses pneumatic tools. I looked over the compressor and told me, "That's too big, what am I supposed to do with a compressor that big?"
"Bolt it into the back of a truck," I quipped.
"Nah, I can get one just as powerful that takes up less space," He responded.
"Doubt it, but we can look," I offered. At which point I pulled up our database and showed him our selection of air compressors. We happened to find one, smaller and equally powerful as the first one I suggested to him.
"See, I told you I know more about compressors than you," the man challenged.
"It seems you are right, but hardly the victor," I mused "You fail to realize that it makes no difference to me which compressor you prefer, so long as you buy it from me." To that he laughed and bought 4k worth of welding equipment.
Who said selling stuff is hard? They lie.
Well...I'm out.
Love,
WP
I did however cook earlier in the evening and it was amazing. I'm a fan of creating my own rubs for steak. I'd like to say I made one, but I merely added to an already fantastic steak rub. It was the Montreal-salt free. Not sure who makes it but it was my base and to it I added: oregano, garlic salt, and chili powder. It was dandy.
To the post...
I'm out of it, man, seriously. I'm feeling like I work to often for too little. I'm under-sexed, over-bored, under-slept, over-tired and just ready for a vacation. I feel I work too many hours, when the reality of it is, I work just as many hours as any other full-time employee of anywhere non-military-40. It just feels like more.
For those of you who are out of the loop by you're own carelessness or by my over-sight in not publicizing the fact I'm getting married on the 20th of September in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Eight. I am and there isn't anything I can do about it. I know. You're saying, "Dude, if you don't want it, leave!" I know; kind, compassionate reader, I'm able to leave if I wanted to. I don't and am actually looking forward to one vagina and one case of morning breath for the rest of my earthly life. Ah. Life. Breathe it in. It feels, fresh, stale, magical, mundane and everything I want it to be. BOOM! Marriage: available in you local life with someone with the opposite plumbing as you...
I'm not sleeping; I'm sleepy, just not sleeping.
School; for all of you who are done with it, I envy you. It's killing me. I've mentioned this before lately so I won't dwell on it at this point but expect a full rundown after this semester.
Wanna buy some tools? I'm working at Grainger right now and boy do I sell tools...man. I put an order in today for 300 traffic cones, at $26 a pop, translates into about 8k worth of traffic cones. I squabbled with a costumer who came in the other day. I told him he should throw down some of his rich uncle's money on a big air compressor. I suggested such a purchase because I know this gentleman uses pneumatic tools. I looked over the compressor and told me, "That's too big, what am I supposed to do with a compressor that big?"
"Bolt it into the back of a truck," I quipped.
"Nah, I can get one just as powerful that takes up less space," He responded.
"Doubt it, but we can look," I offered. At which point I pulled up our database and showed him our selection of air compressors. We happened to find one, smaller and equally powerful as the first one I suggested to him.
"See, I told you I know more about compressors than you," the man challenged.
"It seems you are right, but hardly the victor," I mused "You fail to realize that it makes no difference to me which compressor you prefer, so long as you buy it from me." To that he laughed and bought 4k worth of welding equipment.
Who said selling stuff is hard? They lie.
Well...I'm out.
Love,
WP
4.08.2008
Love the Skin Yer In....Because I do....
I'm amazed on a daily basis as I look at the women I come in contact with. Some of the things women do, wear, and/or associate themselves with is painful. Not for me, so much as for them.
I'll give them the fact, society isn't really on their side when it comes to image, accessories and all the other accouterments that come with being a modern woman.
But seriously, the 5'3", 370lb. woman wearing stilettos I just passed in the community college, hallway needs to wise up. You aren't Carrie from Sex in the City and a size zero wouldn't fit around your wrist. I'm not making fun, I'm merely bringing to light an epidemic in society. The images women try to up hold are ridiculous. It doesn't once occur to women who watch; Sex in the City, Gilmore Girls, or the host of other drivel shows on TV, that those shows are cast, shot and watched by other women. When they see the Gilmore Girls sitting around with each other sobbing, watching Gone with the Wind for the umpteenth time and eating Moose Tracks out of the gallon, they are watching with tons of other chicks. It's comedic and tragic, how strictly women adhere to the 'social norms' set forth in those program when they talk about what men want. How can Carries' perpetually single/depressed self possibly be the go-to on what men want?
Men's shows and magazines aren't very helpful either. Maxim, the now defunct FHM, Details (when they aren't being GAY.), etc, are on the cutting edge of teaching normal guys 'how-to date supermodels' or the ever popular "Ordinary Dude, Extra-Ordinary Chick" and guys eat it up, like a gallon of tear-soaked Moose Tracks.
Not to be bragadocious but I've been with a few chicks. I'll wait while you interject your sophomoric, Maxim-esque joke about my cleverly named hands, family members or me maybe being from West Virginia. You want to know who the best was?
All of them. For that time in my life they were the best. The true best is the one I'm engaged to right now, but at the time each one of them was what I needed. The same holds true for everyone. The one you're with so long as they aren't criminals, beating you or spending all of your money are perfect. Everyone is scrounging around trying to find the ONE. The one for you won't be the one for me and vise-versa. Mandy wouldn't have been the perfect one if I had met her at any other time than when I did. The same with her, I wasn't her the ONE two years ago or even 15min before we met. When you find the one, the ONE ends up being the one you feel the most comfortable with. The one you can't see yourself without. Everyone has their own criteria and that's fine...Just don't glean it from a night-time drama or a trash rag.
I'm sure I can find more to say about this but I have to get to class...
God Bless,
WP
I'll give them the fact, society isn't really on their side when it comes to image, accessories and all the other accouterments that come with being a modern woman.
But seriously, the 5'3", 370lb. woman wearing stilettos I just passed in the community college, hallway needs to wise up. You aren't Carrie from Sex in the City and a size zero wouldn't fit around your wrist. I'm not making fun, I'm merely bringing to light an epidemic in society. The images women try to up hold are ridiculous. It doesn't once occur to women who watch; Sex in the City, Gilmore Girls, or the host of other drivel shows on TV, that those shows are cast, shot and watched by other women. When they see the Gilmore Girls sitting around with each other sobbing, watching Gone with the Wind for the umpteenth time and eating Moose Tracks out of the gallon, they are watching with tons of other chicks. It's comedic and tragic, how strictly women adhere to the 'social norms' set forth in those program when they talk about what men want. How can Carries' perpetually single/depressed self possibly be the go-to on what men want?
Men's shows and magazines aren't very helpful either. Maxim, the now defunct FHM, Details (when they aren't being GAY.), etc, are on the cutting edge of teaching normal guys 'how-to date supermodels' or the ever popular "Ordinary Dude, Extra-Ordinary Chick" and guys eat it up, like a gallon of tear-soaked Moose Tracks.
Not to be bragadocious but I've been with a few chicks. I'll wait while you interject your sophomoric, Maxim-esque joke about my cleverly named hands, family members or me maybe being from West Virginia. You want to know who the best was?
All of them. For that time in my life they were the best. The true best is the one I'm engaged to right now, but at the time each one of them was what I needed. The same holds true for everyone. The one you're with so long as they aren't criminals, beating you or spending all of your money are perfect. Everyone is scrounging around trying to find the ONE. The one for you won't be the one for me and vise-versa. Mandy wouldn't have been the perfect one if I had met her at any other time than when I did. The same with her, I wasn't her the ONE two years ago or even 15min before we met. When you find the one, the ONE ends up being the one you feel the most comfortable with. The one you can't see yourself without. Everyone has their own criteria and that's fine...Just don't glean it from a night-time drama or a trash rag.
I'm sure I can find more to say about this but I have to get to class...
God Bless,
WP
4.06.2008
Top Ten List of WP's Beers
Here's a list I was prompted to create...for your taste buds...If you need any help finding any of these let me know. Most are pretty easy to find.
10.Sapporo
9.Landshark Lager
8.Warsteiner
7.Beck's Light/Tie w/ Smithwick's
6.Newcastle
5.Boddington's Pub Ale
4.Bare Knuckle Stout
3.Highland Cold Mountain Winter Ale
2.Amstel Light
1. Guinness
10.Sapporo
9.Landshark Lager
8.Warsteiner
7.Beck's Light/Tie w/ Smithwick's
6.Newcastle
5.Boddington's Pub Ale
4.Bare Knuckle Stout
3.Highland Cold Mountain Winter Ale
2.Amstel Light
1. Guinness
3.24.2008
Welcome To Gang Land...Where The Unpopular Find Their Balls and Leave 'Scary' and Superfluous Voicemails.
It's exactly 9:58 EST and I'm sitting in my kitchen with my betrothed surfin' the net and enjoying the end of a productive day of gainful employment and good times.
It seems I no longer live in the quiet eastern Carolina beach community I moved into about 6 months ago. I have unwittingly moved into the ghetto where I sit in jubilation after receiving my first threatening phone call. I've never received one before and I find myself joining the ranks of the late Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur. I just hope I don't meet the same fate as those titans of rap music and get gunned-down while I'm checkin' my mail whilst standin' on the backs of my shoes like my people tend to do when they 'jet' out to the post-box.
This phone call came after what I can only assume was the time necessary to explain the meaning of the offending word to the deliverer of the unexpected and poorly executed 'threat-call'. If it really took as long as I think it did to translate this definition from English into a guttural European dialect then back to English, the instigator of this conflict failed to explain the word really wasn't directed at the offended party.
I have to admit I'm feelin' pretty 'Gansta' I made an off-the-cuff comment directed at Manders and this other chick is trying to go all Tonya Harding (Good Catch, Anonymous Reader...You're a Peach...WINK*) on my ass. A pipe is very 'hood'.
I've mentioned 'the offending word' a couple of times in this post. It's time to unveil the A-bomb, I've recently nicknamed "Fat Man". "strum·pet (strŭm'pĭt) n. A woman prostitute. " I used this word in jest about mine and some people read the post I threw up on the 13th of Feb 2007, and thought I was a douche-bomb and being mean to Manders. I was actually talking/typing in a pirate voice ala' Jack Sparrow "...said strumpet..." I know some of you are going to not only enjoy this post but are going to think I'm being wrongfully accused of having a bit of fun. Well played. I am. But my loss is your gain because if oddities like this didn't happen to me, I'd have next to nothing to entertain you with. You're welcome; you dirty consumers.
Moving on, this next piece is less directed to my casual reader and more directed to the jelly-souled, hyper-sensitives who make threatening phone calls. I'm talking to you right now. This is happening: Please enjoy! I'm disappointed - I don't feel very threatened. I think if this had happened earlier in my life this kind of psychological terrorism might really freak me out. But, after being where I've been and seeing some of the stuff I've seen; it's all good. If there are people out there who feel the need to take time out of their lives and react to something I've said or done; thank you. I've just succeeded in stealing part of your life. The time it takes you to pause your life and react is time, that I've inadvertently taken from you. I only say that to say this; if you're going to react then make the most of the seconds, minutes, hours or days you decide to invest in the words you direct at me.
Thanks for reading, I'm sure this will turn into a fantastic series,
I love you all and God Bless,
WP
It seems I no longer live in the quiet eastern Carolina beach community I moved into about 6 months ago. I have unwittingly moved into the ghetto where I sit in jubilation after receiving my first threatening phone call. I've never received one before and I find myself joining the ranks of the late Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur. I just hope I don't meet the same fate as those titans of rap music and get gunned-down while I'm checkin' my mail whilst standin' on the backs of my shoes like my people tend to do when they 'jet' out to the post-box.
This phone call came after what I can only assume was the time necessary to explain the meaning of the offending word to the deliverer of the unexpected and poorly executed 'threat-call'. If it really took as long as I think it did to translate this definition from English into a guttural European dialect then back to English, the instigator of this conflict failed to explain the word really wasn't directed at the offended party.
I have to admit I'm feelin' pretty 'Gansta' I made an off-the-cuff comment directed at Manders and this other chick is trying to go all Tonya Harding (Good Catch, Anonymous Reader...You're a Peach...WINK*) on my ass. A pipe is very 'hood'.
I've mentioned 'the offending word' a couple of times in this post. It's time to unveil the A-bomb, I've recently nicknamed "Fat Man". "strum·pet (strŭm'pĭt) n. A woman prostitute. " I used this word in jest about mine and some people read the post I threw up on the 13th of Feb 2007, and thought I was a douche-bomb and being mean to Manders. I was actually talking/typing in a pirate voice ala' Jack Sparrow "...said strumpet..." I know some of you are going to not only enjoy this post but are going to think I'm being wrongfully accused of having a bit of fun. Well played. I am. But my loss is your gain because if oddities like this didn't happen to me, I'd have next to nothing to entertain you with. You're welcome; you dirty consumers.
Moving on, this next piece is less directed to my casual reader and more directed to the jelly-souled, hyper-sensitives who make threatening phone calls. I'm talking to you right now. This is happening: Please enjoy! I'm disappointed - I don't feel very threatened. I think if this had happened earlier in my life this kind of psychological terrorism might really freak me out. But, after being where I've been and seeing some of the stuff I've seen; it's all good. If there are people out there who feel the need to take time out of their lives and react to something I've said or done; thank you. I've just succeeded in stealing part of your life. The time it takes you to pause your life and react is time, that I've inadvertently taken from you. I only say that to say this; if you're going to react then make the most of the seconds, minutes, hours or days you decide to invest in the words you direct at me.
Thanks for reading, I'm sure this will turn into a fantastic series,
I love you all and God Bless,
WP
2.29.2008
My Last Day as an Active Reservist....
I'm done. After seven months of having my expertise ignored by enlisted and officer alike, I'm throwing the deuce and buggin' out.
I'm off to work for a large industrial supply company in Eastern NC. Good for two reasons; I get to continue living at the beach and I'm still living near all my friends and my college.
I've discovered something about the Marine Corps, I'm pleased to share with you. The leadership is suffering. The people who join the Marine Corps are doing so for the wrong reasons and for that I'm saddened. I think when an office is full of people and the office happens to be their first duty station that's a problem. It's a problem because after they've been there for a year or two they start thinking in small terms and thinking the small box they subsist in is everything that is. They lose sight of the rigors of Marine Corps life due in large part to the fact they've never experienced it. These people are irritating because they haven't deployed for whatever reason. Most often it's fear of the unknown or wives who don't understand the Corps. The rant ends here...More to come...
I'm off to work for a large industrial supply company in Eastern NC. Good for two reasons; I get to continue living at the beach and I'm still living near all my friends and my college.
I've discovered something about the Marine Corps, I'm pleased to share with you. The leadership is suffering. The people who join the Marine Corps are doing so for the wrong reasons and for that I'm saddened. I think when an office is full of people and the office happens to be their first duty station that's a problem. It's a problem because after they've been there for a year or two they start thinking in small terms and thinking the small box they subsist in is everything that is. They lose sight of the rigors of Marine Corps life due in large part to the fact they've never experienced it. These people are irritating because they haven't deployed for whatever reason. Most often it's fear of the unknown or wives who don't understand the Corps. The rant ends here...More to come...
2.25.2008
...Time for a Drink...
I've been branching out lately. I'm trying new things. Two of which; Ketel One and Water w/ Lime and shots of Patron, ultra premium tequila.
I have to thank my friend, Douglas for exposing me to these fine beverages. While a bit pricey they truly are the two smoothest drinks I've ever tasted.
I whole-heartedly recommend either of these two drinks while you're out and about on the town.
-WP
I have to thank my friend, Douglas for exposing me to these fine beverages. While a bit pricey they truly are the two smoothest drinks I've ever tasted.
I whole-heartedly recommend either of these two drinks while you're out and about on the town.
-WP
Muses...
I have muses. Quentin Tarantino has Uma Thurman and I have Kelli, Heather and Jamie. Readers of this site have them to thank for the recent updates. I like to mosey back to their office when I get bored of mine and shoot the proverbial with them. They are newspaper people a fantastic bunch of newspaper people. I go back there to bounce ideas off of them, talk to them about their families, dogs, hunting expeditions.
Despite them recoiling in horror to my analogy, I'm gonna do it.
Jamie is the 'Simon' of the trio. A crotchety dude who in a breath will get excited about one of his many hunting expeditions and in the same breath call me a sell out for enjoying his tale and telling him I'm going to a Kid Rock concert.
Heather gets to be 'Paula Abdul' because she says crazy things. She was just recently brought out of a confectioner's fog by being introduced to No-Bake Cookies.
Kelli while being the complete opposite of Randy, will receive the 'Randy' moniker. She is 5' nothing, slender and white. But, despite her not looking anything like him she stands as the voice of reason for our little forums.
So when readers see some posts in rapid secession think about my muses and thank them if you enjoy the post.
Thanks for reading,
-WP
Despite them recoiling in horror to my analogy, I'm gonna do it.
Jamie is the 'Simon' of the trio. A crotchety dude who in a breath will get excited about one of his many hunting expeditions and in the same breath call me a sell out for enjoying his tale and telling him I'm going to a Kid Rock concert.
Heather gets to be 'Paula Abdul' because she says crazy things. She was just recently brought out of a confectioner's fog by being introduced to No-Bake Cookies.
Kelli while being the complete opposite of Randy, will receive the 'Randy' moniker. She is 5' nothing, slender and white. But, despite her not looking anything like him she stands as the voice of reason for our little forums.
So when readers see some posts in rapid secession think about my muses and thank them if you enjoy the post.
Thanks for reading,
-WP
Great Weekend...Great Friends...Muses....Yonker
Weekend started off without a focus or plan, until Thursday around noon. I got word the local USO was distributing free Kid Rock tickets and all I needed to do was call. So, call I did and secured two for Mandy and me. Triah, Drewsuf, TJ, Melissa and Casey all jumped on the phone right after me and threw down on the free tix. The show was scheduled to start at 8pm friday and was supposed to be three hours long. 5:30 pm Friday we started the trek to the RBC Center Raleigh, NC to take part in KidFest. Shameless plug for Best Western on Capital Blvd in Raleigh, more specifically; John the Front Desk guy who was gracious enough to move us to a bigger room with two queen-sized beds whilst still maintaining our fantastic $59.99, government/internet rate.
The show was amazing. We had the aforementioned free tickets and the stigma surrounding 'free' is synonymous with 'crappy'. These tickets were perfect. I could've if compelled, literally whip a baseball at Kid Rock. Not to mention we had our own concession area with exclusive access to bathrooms and the pretzel stand. $10 beers...but they were good beers. Sapporo was my beer of choice for this musical adventure and boy was it delicious. Light and flavorful. The show was everything you'd want to be, every Kid Rock Song I wanted to hear was played, including his entire new album:Rock and Roll jesus.
After the three hours of Rocking the Kid we ended up at Perkins for post-concert pancakes. Before I finish this story I'm going to hit on another topic. The restaurant was on a street called Yonkers Road. Yonkers sounds similar to something pertaining to ejaculate. So everything from then on was yonkered on or of or partaining to yonker. So, we ended up at Perkins eating things that reminded us of yonker. The butter was yonker, the runny eggs were yonker, everything was yonker or yonkered.
Thanks for reading.
-WP
The show was amazing. We had the aforementioned free tickets and the stigma surrounding 'free' is synonymous with 'crappy'. These tickets were perfect. I could've if compelled, literally whip a baseball at Kid Rock. Not to mention we had our own concession area with exclusive access to bathrooms and the pretzel stand. $10 beers...but they were good beers. Sapporo was my beer of choice for this musical adventure and boy was it delicious. Light and flavorful. The show was everything you'd want to be, every Kid Rock Song I wanted to hear was played, including his entire new album:Rock and Roll jesus.
After the three hours of Rocking the Kid we ended up at Perkins for post-concert pancakes. Before I finish this story I'm going to hit on another topic. The restaurant was on a street called Yonkers Road. Yonkers sounds similar to something pertaining to ejaculate. So everything from then on was yonkered on or of or partaining to yonker. So, we ended up at Perkins eating things that reminded us of yonker. The butter was yonker, the runny eggs were yonker, everything was yonker or yonkered.
Thanks for reading.
-WP
2.19.2008
I Found a Tremendous Comic
That I take no credit for this, other than finding it and presenting it to you.
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