Ok, so I got tagged *glare* (you'll pay for this) for that 16 random thing going around.

Here goes:

1 - I went from having waist length hair to a shaved head. I braided my hair before cutting it. I still have the braid.

2 - I've broken every one of my knuckles twice.

3 - I have couches from Bloomingdales, but they're black motorcycle leather.

4 - I own more guitars than shoes

5 - For a party that was tuxedo or formal kilt, I searched 3 months to find a place to rent a formal kilt.

6 - I've disturbed my neighbors by dancing in the first spring rain... every year since I moved here.

7 - I used to play chess in the park with nuns

8 - The nuns knew my religion and were cool with it. That made then awesome in my book.

9 - I've sheared sheep.

10 - People used to say I looked like James Hetfield.

11 - I got free drinks for mooning a bar during a show.

12 - I headbang to classical.

13 - I absolutely do not believe in the equality of the sexes. I firmly hold that there are just a lot of things that men or women are better at by design.

14 - I threw a McDonalds hashbrown in anger once.

15 - My doctor still freaks out that my blood pressure is completely normal.

16 - I noticed I get barely any stalkers since the layout changed.

I keep coming up with things I wonder about people. I see it as a broad trend. Yes yes, there's exceptions, whatever.

What's with so many people lately putting political crap in their profiles. I'm sorry, but is being an Obama supporter just that important to you?

Why to most of the profiles that say 420 friendly or some other useless pothead reference always have the worst spelling and grammar?

Why do so many put so little effort into their profiles under the guise of 'I'm like, sooo not good at talking about myself' or just write "get to know me" or "just ask me anything you want" Ok honestly, most are using these profiles to see if they should even waste their time writing you, and this is what you put forward?

When's the last time you saw someone admit they were bad in bed?

This tomato sauce I just made.

1 Small can Tomato Paste
2 Cans Tomato Puree (I use Contadina)
1 Can Diced Tomato (same, Contadina)
8 Cloves Garlic *Crushed
2 Tblsp Dried Oregano
2 Tblsp Black Pepper
2 Tblsp Sea Salt (I swear, this makes a difference in taste)
1.5-3 tblsp red papper flakes (to taste, but add some!)
3 Tblsp olive Oil
Handful fresh chopped basil

In a medium pot, medium heat, put in oil, crushed garlic and tomato paste, stir about 3-4 minutes or until paste starts to darken a bit. Add in the rest of the ingredients except basil.

Bring up to a simmer and let sauce simmer uncovered for about 45 minutes. Should thicken a bit. Stir occasionally.

Remove from heat, stir in fresh basil and let sauce sit for 15-20 minutes, at least. serve over pasta, or like I did, on some of my special chicken parmesan.

This won't be near as sweet as the jar sauces, but will have a much richer and robust tomato flavor that can really stand on it's own, without really overpowering any other foods in teh dish, like chicken.

Enjoy!

My friend and I were going back and forth about this whole Palin thing and how her interviews were and so on. He's just about frothing at the mouth talking about how this person is going to be another GWB but stupider, she doesn't do her homework, etc. Why would anyone vote for her?

Am I the only one that sees this as one of THE best marketing ploys in a while when it comes to presidential candidates? If you watch the news, and moreso get your news from the 'net, seems you can't go two days without seeing either her name, face or ass plastered across every site out there. If politics come up, her name and McCain's comes up. You can't buy that kind of advertising and brand recognition.

You also don't hear much about what McCain is doing, and thus, what he's doing wrong enough to get some mud slung at himself. It's hard to buy that kind of patsy and that much deniability.

I asked him who's running with Obama, he had to think for a minute. Obama is going to still have a rough time becuase of his name, experience and all that.

Thankfully, Hillary is out of the running. No one wanted her really, except for some sort of moral outrage and 'You go Girl" type politics.

Ron Paul seems like he had a lot of good ideas, but his cult-like following did him in. That did more to scare away voters and supporters than anything.


So yet again, we come back to not voting for the best leader and person for the job. Instead, we're yet again fighting to pick the lesser of two evils. We stopped getting good leader choices back around Kennedy. Its mostly been a popularity contest since then. The last election really proved that. Peole kepe asking OMG how did bush get re-elected? That's an easy one. Look at his opposition. the guy had no real platform other than standing there and chuckling "Well, I'm not GWB, vote for me" and a surprising amount of lemmings did just that.

We need to get me in there once I hit the age eligibility requirements. MrAsmo for President!

Yeah people, it's time to wizen up to some things in this world.

I look around, and see so many people going wrong and being led astray in so many ways, even myself, that it makes me sick at times. When did we sink so low not only as people but as a society, this I wonder.

Stupidity runs wild. Now ignorance is one thing, but stupidity is practically a sin, and yet increasingly so, we just about laud it as a desirable trait. I'm sorry, but repeating lines from sitcoms doesn't make a person smart or witty, saying you read Deepak Chopra doesn't make you intelligent any more than saying reading the Bible makes you a Christian. If you're using it as a badge, welcome to stupidville. Allow me to show you the secret handshake when you find lodging.

We are not like you. Christ people, wake up. If you find that you have a hard time relating to a person because they're not certain things, such as: a hardcore baseball fan, Satanist, Heavy metal Dude, purveyor of the latest fashions, etc, then its time to start stepping out of your egocentric little cloud and see the bigger world around you. Its rough and scary, trust me, I know this, but its much more worth it. Besides, the longer you stay in your solipsistic little bubble, the faster you rocket right to stupidville. Remember, allow me to show you the secret handshake when you find lodging.

Follow me and die. Please, go, dress in your standard issue emo, goth, jock, metro uniform and tell me you're an individual. Tout the party line and speak to me of being a deep thinker. Above all, do please always show scorn and ridicule for anyone and everything that has an opinion different than you and your circle of friends. Same goes for you open minded followers whom accept everything anyone says as true without measuring it against your own yardstick. How much original thought or art have we seen lately? This is what likely scares me the most about this world. Have we gone into the land of the relapse and rehash? Selfishly, it saps my own creativity as well.

Aesthetics is wholly missing in so many places. I've noticed it even in my own home, which I'm taking steps to fix. By comparison, most places nowadays are rather empty and spartan. Theres not much that says 'this is my place' like you used to see. I think we lose our connection with things when that happens. Like its not valuable enough to us to make beautiful.

Its time to drop the pretentiousness. Yeah, everyone wants to feel like the big shot, sex queen, model, and so on, but just because you want to doesn't mean you are, so just stop posturing if you can't come up with the goods. A lot of the people out there aren't going to be winning any beauty contests any time soon, even if they are good looking people, so just drop it. Honestly, if you find the right people, they're not going to be concerned with how rich you are, smart you are, ugly you are, etc unless it becomes a problem. Its a problem now with how we all act about it at times. Yeah, all of us.

We deceive ourselves far too often. Hey, it can be fun at times. A little role play never hurt us, but come on, tell me you honestly like your role sometimes. How long can any of us eat shit until we find out the taste isn't nearly as flavorful as we led ourselves to believe?

So special, so much pride. Pride is a good thing. Hell, we should be proud of our accomplishments. We're beat upon every day by people who scream we should be humble. Usually this is from people who have accomplished little. We've become so overblown in our pursuit of how great we are though, seriously, most of us, that when we make a mistake, when theres no other recourse, we still can't just say 'Hey, I made a mistake, it was wrong, is there some compromise we can reach here?'

sounds all screwed up, and I'm sure people will come jumping out of the woodwork proclaiming how they're not any of this, while exhibiting every sign. Its still wrong, since it leads to an entire race of just completely unhappy people that are propping themselves up on a few small and insignificant things in their lives and calling it happy. Really, if you measure your success by your ability to have sex, generate all kinds of money to flash around to others, by your unending stores of Family Guy t-shirts, or boundless knowledge of baseball statistics, then I do truly feel sorry for you.

How do you, me and all of us fix it? You have to find your own way. I can't tell you, it likely won't work for you any more than your way will work for me. But you have to try, that's what counts.

By the way, Heath Ledger can still suck my balls, and the human race is better off without that waste of space. Actors in general still are artists, but I'll modify that to say that most of the people you see in Hollywood and Broadway aren't actors, they're entertainers, and clowns in general. I'm sorry, but those types aren't artists, they're professional script readers and don't deserve much respect. Those that are worse, are the fools who support them and contribute to their over paid lifestyle. Shoot 'em all.

Good night.

HEATH LEDGER ATE MY BALLS! its true, its on the internet.

Ok, I've had about enough of this whiny, huggy crap I hear from people around the office, the net and even the newspapers. When will people realize that these people are actors, and thus don't really serve much of any function in society except entertainment on , and usually off, screen?

Talking to people I know, so far, I've dealt with only one single person who has any real reason to be bummed out and guess who it is, another actress, and one who was inspired by the persons work, such as it is. The rest? their only connection with this person was their on screen performances and what they suck up in the celebrity tabloids. Jesus suffering fuck, when did peoples lives get this damn empty that they can't even live their own lives, they have to try to live through someone else's.

Say what you want about actors, but in reality, while it is a certain kind of art form.. if its having so much of an effect on you that you need pills to go to work, find a new damn job. Period, end of story. Do not bitch, do not pas go, do not collect 5 million for reading a script on camera.

Hope the money was worth it douchebag, lets see it buy you the rest of your life. Oops, too late. Soyonara loser.

Please note: I don't hate actors, I hate most of the morons out there who follow them around and worship them like they make a difference in the world. This likely includes you. Deal.

My friends, life is about perception. When we get down to it, how we choose to see life is how we ultimately color the way in which we live it.As I drove home today from work, I realized I could see my life in two completely different ways.

If I was wishing to bad, I could see a 30-40 minute trudge home in traffic to an empty home, pulling a bottle from the cabinet to ease my ever so slightly bruised heart, fallen victim to yet another failed relationship, talk to some voices on the telephone and finally face the long cold night in yet again, an empty bed.

On the other hand, I could look and see that unlike many, I have a job, and it pays well. Theres people there I don't hate. I can go home to my place, thats mine and mine alone, and I only have to share its space with those I choose to. I have food in the cabinets, a tv to watch and friends I can talk to when I need it. I might still feel that pain from things not working out, but then again, I still have enough heart left that I do still feel, and things can affect me still. I haven't yet grown cold like so many others in this world.

In this next year, we'll all have fights that will fade. Events, friends and jobs will come and go and at its core, how we choose to see it and realize it for what it is will dictate the year ahead.

These may not be the best of times, but they're also not the worst of times. They are still good times, may we have many more of them together.

May we come more than we go

~ Rich

I was talking with someone and we started to go back on a few of my antics over the past few years. So yet again, here we are, sitting in a restaurant posting on teh internet. I proudly bring you our latest creation. 69 more things Rich isn't allowed to do.. ever.

1. Not allowed to post bulletins on myspace when I'm supposed to be doing paperwork.

2. not allowed to introduce myself as "Lord Satan" to family members.

3. not allowed to invent "The Butt Club" for office workers.

4. not allowed to invent "The Butt Club" for prison inmates

5. not allowed to dance disco... ever

6. I am not allowed to post unflattering pictures of my bosses on the company website

7. I will take the hand grenade off my desk.

8. not allowed to grill lettuce.

9. not allowed to use my ventriloquism skills during company meetings

10. not allowed to post the web site logs in company emails

11. not allowed to fake power outages because my office is too hot.

12. not allowed to threaten the use of black magic.

13. not allowed to hit on anyone drunker than me

14. not allowed to conduct forklift races.

15. not allowed to give people rude words for passwords.

16. not allowed to hide behind the file cabinets when work assignments are given.

17. not allowed to call myself "the johnny fucking cash of direct mail".

18. not allowed to pipe the chargen port to the print spooler overnight

19. not allowed to ask people if they're smoking crack during conference calls

20. not allowed to respond to "can I ask you a favor" with 'no'

21. not allowed to jump out of garbage cans on garbage day

22. not allowed to wear my "well hung drywall company" t-shirt around grandma

23. not allowed to wear to take my foot off the gas on teh expressway to irritate tail gaters

24. not allowed to take corners on two wheels in the jeep

25. not allowed to make penguin jokes around nuns

26. not allowed to hit on nuns

27. not allowed to point out the bosses computer ineptitude

28. not allowed to change the server clock ahead 5 minutes each day for a month.

29. not allowed to impersonate clergy from non existent religions

30. not allowed to touch a defibrulator... ever

31. not allowed to photocopy body parts

32. not allowed to photoshop body parts and leave them in the tray

33. not allowed to throw grated parmesan cheese in the heating vents

34. not allowed to set anyone's desktop, even my own to the goatse image

35. not allowed to make goatse icons

36. not allowed to use the intercom to ask for something to drink

37. not allowed to play "You will respect mah authoratah" over the intercoms

38. not allowed to make up my own Christmas carols

39. not allowed to wear pajamas on casual Friday

40. not allowed to use the printing presses as an impromptu iron

41. not allowed to have pets that can eat other pets

42. not allowed to proposition telemarketers

43. not allowed to tell someone their newborn is ugly

44. not allowed to dress for Halloween as a streaker

45. not allowed to emotionally scar the clients

46. not allowed to fire police officers

47. not allowed to put my mailing address as "Middle Earth"

48. not allowed to drink and make myspace bulletins

49. not allowed to make fun of non Harley bikers

50. not allowed to grow donut trees

51. not allowed to flirt with the elderly

52. not allowed to juggle pistols

53. not allowed to play with a bo staff indoors

54. not allowed to use a belt sander as a sex toy

55. ... or vice grips

56. not allowed to duct tape children to anything

57. not allowed to disassemble furniture when bored

58. not allowed to extract teeth

59. not allowed to say LOL out loud

60. not allowed to claim blondness if I'm not blond

61. not allowed to duel family members for spaetzel

62. not allowed to photoshop family members

63. not allowed to form a 'peons union'

64. not allowed to use "FUBAR" as a project title

65. not allowed to stand on my head and play a solo.

66. not allowed to fry ramen

67. not allowed to put meat in a blender

68. not allowed to bubblewrap anyones car

69. not allowed to claim my office is a secret government installation.

Ah, its times like this when things are most amusing.

No rest for teh crazy.

Ok, so I met some chick online. Its cool. it happens.

Ever find one of those real winners that as you talk to them more, just get crazier and crazier? yeah, found one of those kinds of bunny boilers.

Imagine this one.. 30 years old. Still lives with mommy and daddy. Has a fear of almost everything, even sunlight. Oh god. I wasn't quite sure, but I think the utter lack of social skills or graces is what did it for me. Yeah, pretty sure thats what it was. So yeah, date finally ends after I make up an excuse about having to be somewhere else. So we talk a bit more. For no reason I can think of, we end up scheduling a second date. I think just to shut her up.

Ever find one of those people that pretty much start with hero worship after 3 calls? Yes, lets meet contestant #1 here.


So basically, after a few more conversations, I decide, thats enough, it ain't going to happen. This isn't just someone reacting badly, this is just batshit crazy girl. So, she gets the heave ho.

Well, long story short, she begs off and asks to just be friends. Ok, fine.. who knows. could work. Well, here comes teh posessiveness again. The neediness, and I swear, she thought now we were an item. Finally, I had enough of this childish dimwittery and more or less said I just cant be around you anymore. Just don't contact me anymore.

Well guess what.. More texts, more emails, more calls, and this person keeps trying to get a hold of me online. *sigh*

Block here, block there and some peace.

Now just to find out how to block texts on my phone. Yep, this winner of a bunny boiler still sends me about 3-4 texts a day. Its almost comical watching the progression here.

first, i'm mean
*no response from me*
then i'm deliberating hurting her
*still no response from me*
gets her little ex b/f to call me and try to act big and bad
*I about pee myself laughing, hes a pencil necked wuss*
now im cruel and mean
*no response from me*
then the personal attacks come rolling in
*no response from me*
blah blah blah
*message: what part of I wish to no longer have any interraction with you didn't make sense, you lost me, now please leave*
whine whine whine, im a monster, etc
*no response from me*
you get the idea


haha latest, having someone calling from a blocked number to try to threaten me.

ah you know, sometimes things are too amusing to not share with others.

how many others have had bunny boiling stalkers?

keep calling and texting honey, you're adding infinite amounts of amusement material to everyone here.


god, was I just that horny to not just run away after their first badly typed message??

Yes, BB&B still brings out my inner chick. When I first bought my house here, I had to get a lot of incidentals, main one being a shower curtain, so I ventured into this place for the first time in my life, and well.. about 3 hours and $750 dollars later, I found myself driving back there after I got home because I forgot to get the damn shower curtain, but I did realize my weakness for kitchen gadgets.

Did it again today. just strolling through, getting some candles and such.

Um.. I was bad again. My credit card company is probably going to send me a Christmas card for this little venture.

Ok, someone tell me I'm not the only one with this weakness, please?

In my defense, I still have refused to get anything that looks like shag carpet to cover my toilet in.

Found some really cool aromatherapy soaps in the store next door too. Pine, tea tree oil, and a few others. yay!