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07/14/2010 09:11 AM -- by Chaz
The following video is an open letter to my dear friends at Chrysler, who have been teasing us with a new Jeep pickup for far too long now without making good those promises. From the Gladiator concept of 2005 to the J8 military vehicle and the Nukizer 715, Jeep has shown us time and time again that they could easily do it. They just won’t put them on the dealer’s lots.
06/18/2010 10:10 AM -- by Chaz
Hello Blog. Have you missed me? I’ve been neglecting you, I know. I’ve been busy and I apologize. I’ve been promising to finish you for far too long now. I swear things will change soon. One day in the near future I will update your graphics and tweak your settings and yes, even add content.
Despite the shiny newness and allure of my Facebook page, I haven’t forgotten you. I have big plans for you. In fact, I need you. So don’t feel blue. We’ll have fun together again. I will let you speak for me. It will be grand!
See you soon, I promise.
Chaz
04/28/2010 10:53 AM -- by Chaz
It makes me drive fast…
04/24/2010 12:30 AM -- by Chaz
Glenn at his most bearable:
In his defense, it must be difficult to bring the crazy every day…
04/08/2010 10:45 AM -- by Chaz
He wishes…
03/21/2010 06:08 PM -- by Chaz
I know. You have concerns. You’re worried. I’m not really worried, but then again, I’m a reader.
Because I love you and want to calm you, I contacted an esteemed group of doctors and asked them what we can expect after the inevitable passing of the Health Care Reform Bill. Here’s what they said:
Dr. Raymond Stantz: “Fire and brimstone coming down from the sky! Rivers and seas boiling!”
Dr. Egon Spengler: “Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…”
Winston Zeddmore: “The dead rising from the grave!”
Dr. Peter Venkman: “Human sacrifice. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!”
I also paged Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, and Dr. Howard for their opinions, but they have not yet responded.
Take a deep breath, people, and calm the fuck down!! Our Republic will survive and live on…
03/16/2010 11:25 AM -- by Chaz
I don’t like to get ‘political’ on these pages. There are already too many clueless, churlish gas bags pretending to know what they’re talking about and I’m certainly not needed to add to the noise. However, I thought I’d share a couple of experiences I’ve had dealing with “health issues” that I think are pretty telling of how bad the health care system has gotten over the years.
First, let me state that I do hope that the health care bill that the US Senate is considering passes, despite it being a steaming, stinking pile of CRAP. It is, however, a start and something that can be fixed. If we don’t do it now, it might well be another decade before we get another chance and things will almost definitely get worse. Sure, it’s like buying a broken down Chevy hoping to wrench back to a purry kitten-ness, but we need to get from point A to point B, don’t we? It is unfortunate that the lobbyists and other people with agendas (our elected officials) have chipped away at it to turn it into the turd that this bill is. It’s a shame it does almost nothing to deal with waste and fraud. It is a shame that we have to settle for it. Vote The Bastards (all of them) out.
Anyway, I’ve known two lipomas in my life. A lipoma is a fatty tumor – a zit with a Napolean Complex, really – and they reside under a few layers of skin. They’re harmless, but unlike a pimple they do not go away on their own. They need to be removed by a health care professional.
My first lipoma popped up some 25 years ago on my right arm just south of the armpit. I was a broke, handsome young thing at the time but it was starting to get a little painful, so off to the doctor I went. The scalpel came out right there in the doc’s office and one hour later, I was one fatty tumor and $50 lighter. 50 bucks.
About 5 years ago another one of these lumpy inconveniences appeared on the left side of my rib cage. My general practitioner referred me to a surgeon. He scheduled me for outpatient surgery and assembled a team. For an overgrown pimple, a team. I went in early in the morning and was out in time for lunch. Final cost? $10,000. Ten thousand dollars. 10k.
Yes, I had insurance for the second one. Perhaps that’s why the surgeon felt the need for a team. But, of course, insurance didn’t cover everything and my out of pocket expenses were more than 10 times what I paid to have the first one removed. On the plus side, I did get some really good pain pills that I didn’t need (it was a zit, people) and all the warm blankets I wanted. I wish I had checked the itemized list to see how much those toasty blankets cost me.
Not quite a health care horror story, is it? I’ve known folks who’ve gone through much, much worse and reform proponents have paraded out stories far more chilling. My little tale is just to point out the difference that 20 years makes – approximately $9950. And a team.
03/04/2010 12:04 PM -- by Chaz
This time they didn’t wind up on this humble little bloggy-mcblog-blog through a particular post, but were directed to an entire page. Their search term: “dim bag derll.”
Obviously, the misdirected metal head was searching for information about Dimebag Darrell, the late, great guitar shredder from Pantera and Damageplan who was gunned down onstage while playing with the latter. Although I admired Darrell’s talent, the seeker, undone by his poor spelling, found no information relative to his search on this site. Perhaps if he does search for “dim bag” again the above link will help him on his quest.
The search was performed from a computer on the Arkansas Public School Computer Network. Certainly his mangled spelling is in no way a reflection of the educational system of that fine state.
Rock on.
02/28/2010 04:55 AM -- by Chaz
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02/18/2010 06:08 PM -- by Chaz
Haven’t posted much here in the past couple of weeks.
One reason is my annual winter struggle with connection issues. Every year about this time, my internet connection via Comcast goes to shit. My connection drops frequently although I don’t lose cable. Every year I get a service guy out here and he fiddles with the cabling and it comes back. Then when he leaves, it goes back out. Last year Comcast promised me a free “line check,” a trouble shooting procedure that may actually have given them the clue that there was a bad amplifier up there on the phone pole (thanks for the diagnosis, Tracy), but on the day of the check it was too cold to climb a ladder so he just fiddled with my cables. This year I’m just fiddling with my own cables (insert dirty joke here). I’m not clueless when it comes to this, so instead of inviting strangers into my home to tell me stuff I already know, I’m just dealing…
During the moments I’m actually connected, I’ve been fiddling around with this Facebook thing that all the kids are doing. I’m late to the party, I know, but the pestering from friends has won out and I’ve been spending way too much time there. Funny thing is, I’m not really enjoying it…
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