- Track down the last Ion Auger in Minnesota. (I'm a dignified old man and do not need to cut holes by hand.)
- Work on making my snowblower create noise and vibration and occasionally blow snow into my face. Maybe even clear the driveway and walk.
- Repair a mailbox that more or less decided to escape the post and get into the warmer (slightly) garage.
- Convince my dog to use the backyard. He is reluctant, to say the least, leading to this conversation - (paleo) "Jackson, come on buddy, let's go out!" (Jackson) "OhboyohboyohboyoutsideoutsideoutsideHOLY FUCK!" (paleo) "Yeah, I know buddy, just go and then you can come in and sit by the heating grate." (Jackson) (pees and hits Mach 2 back to the back door) "Treats, dude, treats."
- Watch the Packers. Revel in hate for the criminal Harbaugh, and Glenn Beck groupie Kipperneck. Hope to see them cry. Hope to see us win. These are equivalent goals.
- Belly rubs for farting dog. Jesus, Jackson.
Success for the first, and the last three, bulletpoints. The second two should wait for spring, but I should get to the mailbox tonight and the snowblower this week, need it for ice fishing vacation. Big lake. Kidding.
Imma watch the game, we're doing okay at the half, Dom Capers needs to be run through a colander to illustrate to him that his defense can't hold water. Asshole. Comment if you like, creative ways to maim the Fox Studio Crew are welcome. And the dreaded Aikman/Buck Illiteracy Hour.
UPDATE: John Kuhn for the TD, about 12 mins left in 4th. TD TV Timeout. Old Spice commercial with stalking mothers. What the fucking fuck.
I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, HUH!?!?
UPDATE 2: And 2013 is closed. The offense showed enough fire to win a game, and the defense was not as bad necessarily as they have been, but still bad enough, especially on that last drive, to lose. Yeah, injuries by the assload, but still, Dom Capers needs to be taken out to a farm, where he can chase rabbits all day.
Here's to next year!
UPDATE: John Kuhn for the TD, about 12 mins left in 4th. TD TV Timeout. Old Spice commercial with stalking mothers. What the fucking fuck.
I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, HUH!?!?
UPDATE 2: And 2013 is closed. The offense showed enough fire to win a game, and the defense was not as bad necessarily as they have been, but still bad enough, especially on that last drive, to lose. Yeah, injuries by the assload, but still, Dom Capers needs to be taken out to a farm, where he can chase rabbits all day.
Here's to next year!
Good luck with the icefishing!
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10Q veddy much - there will be pics or mockery from my wife. One or teh other.
DeleteOn the plus side, the Packers were playing in January. Where were Detroit, Minnesota, and Chicago?
ReplyDeleteOverall, I was not overly aggravated at the game, just Capers and his useless coaching. GB was lucky to even get there, and having BOTH Rodgers and Lacy next year could be amazing.
The icefishing I am far less convinced. I mean, WTF, dude? In the house we have warmth and dogs and kittehs and alcohol.
Yesterday I ordered a snowblower motor. For the robot. Imma go back to the AndyMark website right now and see if they have another, because I think it's unlikely that we will wind up with a mechanism that only needs one.
Oh, and also Imma think I'll open up a Sprecher.
On the plus side, the Packers were playing in January. Where were Detroit, Minnesota, and Chicago?
DeleteHiring coaches, hiring coaches, rehiring Jay Fuckin' Cutler.
Overall, I was not overly aggravated at the game, just Capers and his useless coaching.
Another game where I looked at the game clock, looked at our D, and knew my ulcer was about to bleed.
The icefishing I am far less convinced. I mean, WTF, dude? In the house we have warmth and dogs and kittehs and alcohol.
Underneath that Ice is all sorts of deliciouses fisheses. Clamshell shelter with a Coleman LP lantern for heat and light. The occasional sip of Dr. McGillicuddys. I'll have the dog with me some, and the kittehs are staying in the Twin Cities. Wood stove in the cabin, and wife wearing way too many clothes. I got this shit.
Yesterday I ordered a snowblower motor. For the robot.
Starting fluid and isopropyl. Inside or out. Then buy servos, the sort of fun complicated SOB that drives some men to genius and others to madness.
Sprecher
Which one? Good schtuff. My sister used to live 2 miles from the brewery.
Actually, now I want a New Glarus Spotted Cow.
It is about 20 here in the morning and even fuzzy Jack Samoyed looks askance at me upon me suggesting outside!
ReplyDeleteNow let's see you hosers make one out of poutine, ehh?
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