1.16.2009
Rising Sun Cat: Part Deux
I'm still trying to figure it out, but eitherway I'm pleased to report my cat neglecting neighbor is being evicted from our little slice of beach-front heaven. So, hopefully Rising Sun Cat is going with them...More to come...
Alcohol Update!
I have been experimenting with various ingredients and I've invented a new drink: Mandy's G-Spot. Now my wife's G-vegas isn't a myth any more...
Of course my previous statement is rather incriminating, leading the unsuspecting reader to think I can't please my wife...To clear the air; I own that sh*t and it's just the name of a drink....
Tumbler 1/2 full of ice
1 can of Dr. Pepper
A shaker with the following ingredients:
1/2 full of ice
2 shots of Sailor Jerry's Spiced Rum
1 shot of Cherry Liquer
2 Tbsp of Maraschino Cherry syrup
1/2 fresh lime minus the rind, squeezed into the shaker then thrown in.
1/2 fresh lemon minus the rind, squeezed into the shaker then thrown in.
Shake until chilled.
Pour 1/2 of mixture into tumbler fill remainder with Dr. Pepper
Serve with lime wedge and maraschino cherry
Makes 2 servings.
I'm pretty sure this hasn't been documented but if it has let me know...
love,
WP
1.13.2009
Rising Sun Cat
As I have ranted before, I’m having a problem with feral cats in my neighborhood. I’ve contemplated different courses of action including but not limited to; spring-powered pellet pistols, firing plastic pellets at no more than 200 f.p.s, calling the county animal control, calling my landlady, and my solution. I’m not going to give it away, you’ll have to read the rest and come on this little journey with me to find out how I solved my little conundrum.
The pellet pistol was a great idea, but my conscience wouldn’t let me use a CO2 powered pistol which is capable of rocketing a BB towards an unsuspecting feline at speeds up to or exceeding 500 feet-per-second. Those are dangerous speeds, considering I never shot a cat at a distance farther than 10-15 yards and wasn’t trying to maim or kill a cat, just spook it out of my yard. I purchased a cheapo, spring powered pistol from Wally World. This pistol looked very high-speed and had great BB capacity, but just didn’t put enough ‘stank’ behind the BB to actually deter a cat from hanging out in my yard.
Before I go any farther in my explanation of vermin eradication, let me validate my cause; Mandy is violently allergic to anything with fur. Not only that, because of this allergy, she never had pets growing up so she is under the impression; pets are gross and shouldn’t be indoors with humans.
The county animal control branch is a fine group of state employees who work very hard, but they’re under-manned and over worked. They are willing to come out to my house and drop off an un-baited trap. They leave the trap for two to three days and whether there’s a cat there or not, they come back for it. To get the trap returned to the house, I have to call them again and thus the cycle repeats.
My landlady is a sweetheart, who condones my campaign but offers no support. I asked her to send a letter to all of the occupants owning cats, advising them to keep them indoors. She allegedly sent, said letter and the response I received was; cats, in my yard.
So after much deliberation I’ve arrived at a conclusion, stop taking out my aggression on the cats. They don’t know right from wrong. I will, instead use the cats as a tool to get the attention of their owners. I recently did a project on my van, requiring red, tan and black spray paint. I still have a small amount of each of those colors remaining in my spray paint arsenal. One of the three cats, constantly invading my yard and therefore my life, is white with freakish, red eyes. These cats are blatantly indoor cats, demonstrated by their fearless presence on my porch and their unflinching resolve to stay there even when I come outside to shoo them away. This pesky white cat is very vocal, he’ll sit at my front or back door for hours meowing, moaning and groaning. One day he was sitting on my back porch when I went out to turn on my grill. I threw a rock in his direction, spooked him and went back inside to fetch my meat and veggies. Upon my return, there he was - white cat – sitting there fat and happy, like I was about to share with him or perhaps I was happy to see him. Luckily I had the can of red spray paint sitting on a cooler on my back porch, I grabbed it, ripped the top off and let’er rip. I put a fantastic red racing stripe, culminating in a bright red blob on the animal’s rump. I’m not going to lie; I cheered. I thought, man this is going to be great, the owner of that cat is going to see it covered in red spray paint and keep the cat under lock and key to avoid having to bathe it. If any of you have ever tried to bathe a cat, it’s nothing like fun. It’s right above a root canal on the fabulous fun meter.
My victory was short-lived, not two days later the same white cat strolled into my front yard while I was out there enjoying a fine cigar (Rocky Patel Renaissance). The cat walked right up to me rolled over on its back and did that here’s-my-stomach-give-me-a-scritch writhing on the ground thing; cats are so famous for. Instinctively, I gently set down my smoke and bolted through my house, out my back door, grabbed my red spray paint, bolted back through my house, gingerly retrieved my smoke and with my Patel firmly between my lips, I blasted that cat with everything that spray can had. That cat could’ve been strung up in Japan as the national colors. While I’ve slowed the event down considerably in order to give it some creative panache, it all happened in about a minute and a half.
That’s where I’m at right now in my battle against owners of cats. Any questions will be answered and any advice is welcome.
Thanks for reading,
WP
The pellet pistol was a great idea, but my conscience wouldn’t let me use a CO2 powered pistol which is capable of rocketing a BB towards an unsuspecting feline at speeds up to or exceeding 500 feet-per-second. Those are dangerous speeds, considering I never shot a cat at a distance farther than 10-15 yards and wasn’t trying to maim or kill a cat, just spook it out of my yard. I purchased a cheapo, spring powered pistol from Wally World. This pistol looked very high-speed and had great BB capacity, but just didn’t put enough ‘stank’ behind the BB to actually deter a cat from hanging out in my yard.
Before I go any farther in my explanation of vermin eradication, let me validate my cause; Mandy is violently allergic to anything with fur. Not only that, because of this allergy, she never had pets growing up so she is under the impression; pets are gross and shouldn’t be indoors with humans.
The county animal control branch is a fine group of state employees who work very hard, but they’re under-manned and over worked. They are willing to come out to my house and drop off an un-baited trap. They leave the trap for two to three days and whether there’s a cat there or not, they come back for it. To get the trap returned to the house, I have to call them again and thus the cycle repeats.
My landlady is a sweetheart, who condones my campaign but offers no support. I asked her to send a letter to all of the occupants owning cats, advising them to keep them indoors. She allegedly sent, said letter and the response I received was; cats, in my yard.
So after much deliberation I’ve arrived at a conclusion, stop taking out my aggression on the cats. They don’t know right from wrong. I will, instead use the cats as a tool to get the attention of their owners. I recently did a project on my van, requiring red, tan and black spray paint. I still have a small amount of each of those colors remaining in my spray paint arsenal. One of the three cats, constantly invading my yard and therefore my life, is white with freakish, red eyes. These cats are blatantly indoor cats, demonstrated by their fearless presence on my porch and their unflinching resolve to stay there even when I come outside to shoo them away. This pesky white cat is very vocal, he’ll sit at my front or back door for hours meowing, moaning and groaning. One day he was sitting on my back porch when I went out to turn on my grill. I threw a rock in his direction, spooked him and went back inside to fetch my meat and veggies. Upon my return, there he was - white cat – sitting there fat and happy, like I was about to share with him or perhaps I was happy to see him. Luckily I had the can of red spray paint sitting on a cooler on my back porch, I grabbed it, ripped the top off and let’er rip. I put a fantastic red racing stripe, culminating in a bright red blob on the animal’s rump. I’m not going to lie; I cheered. I thought, man this is going to be great, the owner of that cat is going to see it covered in red spray paint and keep the cat under lock and key to avoid having to bathe it. If any of you have ever tried to bathe a cat, it’s nothing like fun. It’s right above a root canal on the fabulous fun meter.
My victory was short-lived, not two days later the same white cat strolled into my front yard while I was out there enjoying a fine cigar (Rocky Patel Renaissance). The cat walked right up to me rolled over on its back and did that here’s-my-stomach-give-me-a-scritch writhing on the ground thing; cats are so famous for. Instinctively, I gently set down my smoke and bolted through my house, out my back door, grabbed my red spray paint, bolted back through my house, gingerly retrieved my smoke and with my Patel firmly between my lips, I blasted that cat with everything that spray can had. That cat could’ve been strung up in Japan as the national colors. While I’ve slowed the event down considerably in order to give it some creative panache, it all happened in about a minute and a half.
That’s where I’m at right now in my battle against owners of cats. Any questions will be answered and any advice is welcome.
Thanks for reading,
WP
1.09.2009
Happy NEW YEAR!
Happy New Year, Kids! To kick-off 2009 I'm removing the password, so everyone can sample the wonder that is my consciousness...You're welcome and expect something lengthy very soon...
8.12.2008
Ryan Weemer, Real American Hero...
What is going on here?! We've got a Marine on trial for the 'murder' of a detained insurgent during the Battle of Fallujah in 2004. Here is a brief of run down of Sgt. Ryan Weemer, USMC.
I jacked these facts from a site dedicated to informing the world about, Sgt. Ryan Weemer.
Sergeant Ryan Weemer is a U.S. Marine charged with murdering a prisoner during fighting in the Iraqi town of Fallujah in 2004.
Here is a statement allegedly released by Sgt. Weemer's attorney I dug up this evening.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
June 17, 2008
Hell House survivor Corporal Ryan Weemer held in
contempt and imprisoned.
On November 13, 2004 twenty one year old Lance
Corporal Ryan Weemer fought room to room in the deadly
fight of Hell House to save the lives of his fellow Marines
on day four of the now historic battle of Fallujah.
By the end of the day he and his squad saved the life of Sgt.
Major Kasal who was later awarded the Navy Cross in this
same Hell House fight. By morning’s end though Weemer
was dragged half alive from the building after being cut
down by an insurgent’s AK 47 fire.
Nearly four years later Weemer is still fighting for his life
as he sits in a California prison cell at the direction of
Federal Judge Stephen Larson who ordered Weemer held in
contempt of court as part of the prosecution of another
Marine, Sergeant Jose Nazario who is charged with killing
an insurgent on day one of the battle of Fallujah.
Weemer is also charged with killing a confirmed insurgent
on the first day of the battle of Fallujah. Despite Weemer’s
initial cooperation with investigators and his willingness to
make a sworn statement to federal authorities as part of
their investigation, he has been charged with murder of an
insurgent in Fallujah and forced to rely on his
Constitutional privilege to remain silent.
After Weemer was charged, Federal Judge Stephen Larson
ordered Weemer to testify at the Grand Jury responsible for
considering additional charges against Nazario. Despite
Weemer’s prior cooperation and testimony he was ordered
held in contempt and sent to prison for an undetermined
amount of time. All this despite the fact that Weemer had
already testified regarding the matter and the testimony
given to the federal prosecutors and the Grand Jury.
Weemer, who was recalled to active duty in 2008 by the
Marine Corps to be prosecuted now sits in a federal prison
cell contemplating his fate and his short life; escaping death
in Fallujah only to be prosecuted for the act of surviving.
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION YOU MAY
CONTACT RYAN WEEMER’S ATTORNEY, PAUL
HACKETT AT XXX-XXX-XXXX.
(The number is there if anyone wants it I'll email it out.)
I know I'm all over the place with this post and when I calm down I'll throw something up here that is clear and concise. But, for now these are the facts as I see them.
Thanks for reading.
-WP
I jacked these facts from a site dedicated to informing the world about, Sgt. Ryan Weemer.
Sergeant Ryan Weemer is a U.S. Marine charged with murdering a prisoner during fighting in the Iraqi town of Fallujah in 2004.
Weemer's alleged crime came to light when he was asked whether he had been involved in any wrongful deaths while applying for a Secret Service position. He was being monitored by a polygraph. Weemer admitted to the killings of the unarmed prisoners and said other Marines in Fallujah were involved too.
Two other marines are implicated in the killings. Sgt Jermaine Nelson faces similar charges and Jose Nazario will face a manslaughter charge.
Fast Facts
- Age: 25
- From Hindsboro, Illinois
- Recalled to active duty so he could be charged
- Based at Camp Pendleton, CA
- Murder allegedly took place on November 9, 2004
- A group of marines allegedly shot unarmed captives
- Sgt. Weemer is the third U.S. soldier connected to the killings
- The dead were reportedly firing on Marines from a house
- Weemer: Rifleman in a four-man team during the Falluja battle
- Charges: murder and dereliction of duty
- Assignment: 3rd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division at the time
- June 2008: Nelson and Weemer jailed for refusing to testify against Nazario
- July 3: Nelson and Weemer released
What Happened?
- Sgt. Jermaine Nelson testified in a preliminary hearing for the Weemer trial
- Nelson stated that he and Weemer were ordered to kill the prisoners by their sergeant
- Third man facing charges, Sgt. Jose Nazario, said ""I'm not doing all this . . . by myself. You're doing one and Weemer is doing one"
- Nazario then shot a prisoner in the head
- Weemer then shot a prisoner mulitple times
- According to reports, the prisoners were killed after a platoon commander (on the radio) asked whether the Iraqis were "dead yet"
Here is a statement allegedly released by Sgt. Weemer's attorney I dug up this evening.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
June 17, 2008
Hell House survivor Corporal Ryan Weemer held in
contempt and imprisoned.
On November 13, 2004 twenty one year old Lance
Corporal Ryan Weemer fought room to room in the deadly
fight of Hell House to save the lives of his fellow Marines
on day four of the now historic battle of Fallujah.
By the end of the day he and his squad saved the life of Sgt.
Major Kasal who was later awarded the Navy Cross in this
same Hell House fight. By morning’s end though Weemer
was dragged half alive from the building after being cut
down by an insurgent’s AK 47 fire.
Nearly four years later Weemer is still fighting for his life
as he sits in a California prison cell at the direction of
Federal Judge Stephen Larson who ordered Weemer held in
contempt of court as part of the prosecution of another
Marine, Sergeant Jose Nazario who is charged with killing
an insurgent on day one of the battle of Fallujah.
Weemer is also charged with killing a confirmed insurgent
on the first day of the battle of Fallujah. Despite Weemer’s
initial cooperation with investigators and his willingness to
make a sworn statement to federal authorities as part of
their investigation, he has been charged with murder of an
insurgent in Fallujah and forced to rely on his
Constitutional privilege to remain silent.
After Weemer was charged, Federal Judge Stephen Larson
ordered Weemer to testify at the Grand Jury responsible for
considering additional charges against Nazario. Despite
Weemer’s prior cooperation and testimony he was ordered
held in contempt and sent to prison for an undetermined
amount of time. All this despite the fact that Weemer had
already testified regarding the matter and the testimony
given to the federal prosecutors and the Grand Jury.
Weemer, who was recalled to active duty in 2008 by the
Marine Corps to be prosecuted now sits in a federal prison
cell contemplating his fate and his short life; escaping death
in Fallujah only to be prosecuted for the act of surviving.
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION YOU MAY
CONTACT RYAN WEEMER’S ATTORNEY, PAUL
HACKETT AT XXX-XXX-XXXX.
(The number is there if anyone wants it I'll email it out.)
I know I'm all over the place with this post and when I calm down I'll throw something up here that is clear and concise. But, for now these are the facts as I see them.
Thanks for reading.
-WP
6.01.2008
Stand By For Fun...This Password Isn't Going To Last Very LONG....
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
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
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