Is it just me, or does that look like a big ol’ Campbell’s soup can just rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ what?
Snagged courtesy of EHOWA
That’s how I roll.
Some days, I’m fishin’, and could truly care less ’bout this joint. Other days, this time of year, I’m glued to the tube watchin’ NCAA football games arguin’ with my friends in the SEC and pickin’ on my team’s subordinates in the Big 10. Other days… I just ain’t feelin’ it.
Then, out of nowhere, a bit flips, somethin’ will piss me off, or I’ll recover a brain cell long ago burned and remember something I ought to make known, or wanted to share, and I’ll get the Diarrhea of the fingers that keeps people comin’ back from time to time to see if I’m still suckin’ air, and me entertained. That’s binge bloggin’.
It’s not for everybody. Some folks are religious about puttin’ out a post a day. Well, I understand religion, radical muslims are fucked up and everybody else is pretty decent, and I understand blodgin’, and I understand that for some, that’s part of the attraction. Doin’ it daily. A trail of time so to speak. Binge bloggin’ is kinda like that, ‘cept there’s some gaps… missin’ time… kinda like those alien abductions, if you will. But when it comes to havin’ homework every got-damned-day, F-that man. Uh-uh. I’m old enough now, If I don’t feel like doin’ my homework, or stretchin’ the etch-o-sketch here, I ain’t doin’ it. I graduated 8th grade… when I was 22.
This binge bloggin’ stuff come up ’cause Erica needed a time out. Trust me, if you’ve read her blog or her comments, or met her devious self you know there’s no body that deserves a time out like she does. I hope she enjoys her time sittin’ in the corner… I commented over at her place when she “announced it”…
That’s another thing, if I ever quit, even though I ain’t a quitter, I damn sure won’t announce it. It’ll just sit like it was when I left it until the domain name expires. Then it’ll just be 404′d, and that’ll be that. No fuss, no muss, just gone… fishin’ prolly. For mermaids that is.
Today, the term can be used either as a pejorative or can be used for oneself as a matter of pride.
Sound familiar? I’m the latter as I have no fuckin’ clue what the former means with regards to usage.
Please, please, be sure to check out the Historical Usage part there. It damn sure explains a lot, don’t it?
Fiercely independent, and frequently belligerent, people characterized as rednecks perpetuated old Celtic ideas of honor and clanship. This sometimes led to blood feuds such as the Hatfield-McCoy feud in West Virginia and Kentucky. [6]
I swear on my maker, you cannot make this shit up… as Sam would say…
One more, ‘fore I go back to readin’…
Foxworthy was also preaching to the newly minted white middle class, those who had “ditched the pickup for an Audi and their ancestral segregation for affirmative action.” According to University of Georgia professor James C. Cobb, “Now, feeling relatively secure and closer to the mainstream, they rebel against acting respectable, embracing this counterculture hero—the ‘redneck’ who is what he is, and doesn’t give a damn what anybody thinks.”[7]
Yep… you popped right in to my mind when I read that son… ditched the pickup for an Audi… uh huh… dummy.
Get a little action in.
I suppose I knew it was comin’. I tried to warn of it. At certain ages, there’s just some places one ought not to be. Woke up about 5:30 this morning, to silence the alarm on the phone, and noticed through sleepy eyes that I had 1 new voicemail, and 3 unread text messages, and about a half a dozen missed calls. WTF?
Two of the three text messages were nothing but phone numbers. Turns out, they were numbers for the emergency room. I listened to the voice mail and it was someone at the hospital asking for permission to treat ‘Neckson. My wife heard her phone ringin’ at 1:30 in the morning, and gave permission to treat him.
He’ll live, but will he learn?
Probably, but I just hope he don’t have to learn everything the hard way, like I did.
Update:… Apparently it was 5 on 2+1 cripple. Where the hell is shovel sling when you need him? Have I really got to shine the outline of a shovel up into the sky to get his attention when the worl’ needs saved?
Oh, that’s right… he was glued to the damned TV just like I was watchin’ that Vol’s game last night.
I updated the poll at left. Vote, or not. I did.
