Chance of drinking after work, 100%

The Epic story of last Weekend:

Ok, 47 e-mails and a few positive comments later, I will continue the story. But alas, at a some later date. It is so good your children’s children will be taught it in school. Hey, it’s possible, I mean like a lots of things are going to change after the revolution.

On shoddy Workmanship:

I have had a few things to get in order in my own personal life. You see I have dived into the world of the building trades, yes dear reader; I got one of those belts you put stuff in and a pair of Carhart work pants. The sweet and observant Mrs. John Q. Public says that yes, my ass-crack does show very well when bent over, involved in my labors.

I am re-modeling, you know there is just so much HGTV you can watch before you have to get off of the couch and try it out, in my case about three years of watching, if there wasn’t a football game on (and speaking of football, did you see the ND/BC game last Saturday, yes it was yet another example of God trying to tell me to quit talking shit).

So, I have started on the up-stairs bath (you might remember it from an earlier post, in which while very over-served at a local watering-hole upon my return to the manor house, I passed out in, at which point the thoughtful and persistent Mrs. John Q. Public, informed me that we don’t have an up-stairs bath.) Well dear friend we are in the process of getting one, and what a bath this will be, oh, yes what a bath it will be.

Now this project has not been without a few bumps in the road, not to mention we will be entertaining, this weekend, hosting my dear friend from my Juilliard days, J Thom (with the big Sax) he and his wife Sweet-pea, and their new child (Ed. Note, It is the policy of this blog to not release the names of anyone who at the time of posting is under the age of 18).

They will be in town for their childs Episcopalian baptism (about as close to RC has you can get). The end result is that there will be a large population of people from Chicago, upper-michigan, and the Mid & Deep South who will descend upon the compound. It was my goal to have this project completed before they started pouring in (a recent survey done by the Mitch Daniels Campaign, showed that nation-wide Indiana remains one of the top 3 vacation destinations, and the fall colors are simply wonderful).

You may know, while being and accomplished surgeon, artist, practitioner of the Law, scholar and humanitarian, I have found that there is a deficit (much like the national deficit which has grown since my dear friend and mentor former President Bill Clinton left office) in my home repair and re-modeling skill level. The old adage, the clothes make the man, does not hold true when you are trying to learn on the fly, the physics behind waste water removal systems. While a quick study and a strong supporter of life long learning, I found myself at an impasse around 3:32 am. (It was stroke of luck I was able to pull the bilge pumps from my yacht so as to help with the flooding)

I contacted a colleague, who owed me a favor for making some charges disappear when I was working at the State Dept. He soon came over, and complemented my skill enhancement to-date, saying the work so far, could best be described as reminiscent of the Green-Line in Beirut during his last visit there in the mid-seventies.

Need less to say, I am now subcontracting the job out. Good thing I sold plasma this week. I shall be like the old TV series, Kung-Fu learning at the feet of a great master, “oh you see grasshopper, the poop is flushed away.” Such is life.

Public Service Announcement:

Now on a more serious note, when you get a chance to go to those damn CPR classes go. No fucking shit; you never know when it can come in handy. For instance, say… this morning.

I do have to give big time props to everyone in the administration section, they all did well under a fucked up situation. Our prayers and thoughts go out to our colleague and her family. That and I hope that people will now listen to me when I say that if you combine highly trained human service professionals and cubicles only heartache and trouble will be reaped. Odd, once again I find myself Shaken, not stirred.

Local News:

Motorist accused of shooting vehicle:
A Fort Wayne man accused of shooting at an occupied pickup truck was charged Tuesday.
Anthony L. McBride, 19, of the 4800 block of Spatz Avenue, was charged with criminal recklessness and carrying a handgun without a license. He was being held at the Allen County Lockup in lieu of $7,500 bail.

McBride threw a food bowl into the yard of another man in the 4400 block of South Park Avenue on Sept. 18, court documents said. When the man, driving a pickup truck, caught up with McBride, McBride began threatening him. The man drove off, and McBride pulled out a gun and fired at him. The man found a bullet hole in the tailgate and a bullet was recovered, court documents said.

Ok, I don’t know about you, but if a guy with a hand gun and a “food bowl" starts threatening me, I am most likely going to un-ass the situation and not follow him and try to pick a fight.

Well, unless of course I have been drinking, then I might pick that fight, oh hell, I might be the fucking nut-job with the handgun and “food bowl”, there have been nights dear friends, there have been nights.

Drug charge filed:
Allen County Police confiscated 738 pounds of marijuana from a Blue Cliff Place home Friday. Officers were serving a warrant for bad checks when they found the marijuana. They arrested Toby Daniels Jr., 37, of the 200 block of Blue Cliff, on a charge of dealing more than 10 pounds of marijuana.

Lets, see… dude man, what the fuck are you doing writing bad checks when you’re sitting on that much chronic? Hello, if you’re going to sell drugs out of your parents converted garage (where you have been living since you graduated high-school back in 1985) keep a low fucking profile, if you need cash, sell some of your dope, dont steal your grandmothers checks, it’s not like you have glaucoma or something.

Bar Status:

The bar re-opened on Monday, it smells like a smoke-house, but fuck it. Its my bar. It was sweet they called to thank me for the flowers and to make sure I was there when they un-locked the doors. Yes, dear reader… I was home, once again at “my” bar stool, drinking Miller and Rumplemintz . Let this be proof to you that there is an order in the universe. However in writing this, I do see a possible correlation in the bar re-opening and my reduced fine-motor skills and its possible effect on my current remodeling project. You know, I dont think I could ever work anywhere again if there wasnt a bar within 100 feet of my office doors.

Thought for the day:

Democracy is a device that ensures we shall be governed no better than we deserve. & Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few.
George Bernard Shaw Irish dramatist & socialist (1856 - 1950)


Once Again, yours very Truly!

John Q. Public, DDS PsyD