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Country: United States
State: Florida
Birthday: 8/13/1946
Gender: Male
Interests: All things that relate to guitars
Expertise: I know alot of useless trivia. My specialty is a knowlege of used and rare guitars.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
3/18/2001
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| Putz has gone to rest.
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| Every day I power up and check my mail. Every day I get some spam. Sometime it's get rich quick,sometimes it's porn, job offers, find anyone, well you know. Everybody gets some. Every once in a while I get spam that tries to sell me something to eliminate spam. It goes on to tell me how annoying spam is and nobody should put up with that. DUH! | | |
| I'm sure I was missed. The last three weeks I was unable to keep up with Xanga. Now that I'm back, you'll see that I'm just as negative as ever.
Yesterday I took my custom made, $Yada yada shoes to Dr. Shitdon'tstink for what I thought was the last fitting. They were worse than ever. Dr. Shitdon'tstink wrote a new prescription and is going to have them make a new pair from scratch. I get to start all over again. Then his nurse cut my toe with a nail clipper. Since I'm a diabetic and I have vascular disease in my legs, a cut on the toe is very dangerous.
Today is a new day. It started with a toilet problem . I called Bob's Plumbing,( his sister's name is Weave ) Well of course I need a whole new toilet, for $300 bucks. I developed an electrical problem with one of the outside light fixtures. It's all rusted and needs to be replaced. My car horn still doesn't work, the electric co.'s big box is still in my backyard. I can't wait untill tomorrow. | | |
| Last night I went to a friends house to enjoy New Years Eve. Their house was decorated for Christmas inside and out. It was beautiful. There was a light rain. The house is on a large piece of land in what used to be horse country. Now there is a housing developement across the street.Houses that kind of look the same and are too close together. $449,000 and up. What used to be little horse ranches, each on their own plot of land with a minimum of an acre each is now bunches of subdivisions with too many houses. The songwriter Leonard Cohen wrote a song in the sixties. The title was Little Boxes. He had no idea of big boxes. Back to New Years Eve. After dinner we someone noticed that the rain had stopped. We took our wine out on the large back porch. The porch has a roof, old Florida style. It was dry and comfortable. The kids were trying to see Venus. Some folks were dancing. It was close to 12 so we had a bit of the bubbly. Through the window we could see Dick Clark on T.V. I heard the bang of firecrackers. Then I heard what sounded more like dynamite. The ground shook each time one went off. I guess there's always an idiot that drinks too much and is too stupid. 10 9 8 7 6 Dick Clark was counting down. Suddenly there was the pop pop poping of a hand gun. 8 quick pops. It was very close. Then 9 more Then more than I could count. Then I realised, it's New Years Eve Miami style. | | |
| About thirty years ago I was married to a woman that loved to shop. We were Jewish so we had Hannuka ( or as my grandmother used to say, "Cchhanuka"). She sounded like she was clearing her throat. "CCcchhhhhanuka " The holidays were just another reason for conspicuous consumption. Then all the kids could exchange gifts that they didn't buy. None of them had any idea what was in the boxes that they so gleefully passed around. Even though CCccchhhhanuka came before Christmas, we waited to open them on Christmas morning.Usually would go to Ron and Lorraine's house. Around Dec. 1st we would go over and help them trim the tree. Christmas eve Ron and I would both be working. We were both bass players and nobody is off on Christmas eve. The wives would start to prepare Christmas dinner for the next day. I'd usually get home at 4 or 5am. So it gave me great joy to be awakened at dawn and drag my sorry ass to Ron's house where there were lots of hyper kids. Ron always had dark red eyes and a cup of coffee in his hand. Like coffee was gonna' help. I'd get coffee too. Then, years later when I got divorced my daughter was big enough to take her own car to her own mall, ( I was sure that her mother had bought and paid for it by then ), and buy whatever she wanted. I was never going Christmas shopping again. Well I got away buying gifts all year long and giving them to the people then, not on their birthday and not on the holidays. If I saw something they would like I'd pick it up and give it to them right away. No holiday shopping. I went shopping alone happily and stayed away from the crazies Holiday time, that is, untill this year. I went to Jose and Sylvias Christmas eve and they gave me presents. So did Earnestico. So today I had to go shopping. The stores were'nt busy at all and you could park so close to the mall that you didn't need a cab from your car to the store. I felt so good that I even bought a bunch of stuff for the house that I've needed for the longest time. New sheets, most of mine are over ten years old. A new garbage can. My old one has had a hole in the bottom for a couple of years now. Underwear, I won't tell you how old mine were. (Brown stain in back yellow stain in front.) I needed so much stuff. I was shopping for hours. It was actually alot of fun. I can't wait till next year. | | |
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