The View from the Sidewalk:
Thought for the Day:
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
Mark Twain, US humorist, novelist, short story author, & wit (1835 - 1910)
On Last Night:
Have you ever seen the show COPS? Well dig it…there I was minding my own business walking the hounds around our historic neighborhood letting them shit in other peoples yards when suddenly….a cop car and then another and then another drove up to me. Now when I say drove up to me, I mean up on the sidewalk. Cops, with guns and very determined faces. Three cops that oddly I didn’t know. Since when does not picking up your dogs shit warrant this kind of a response?
Now like many of you know, I was a bit of an outlaw and involved in a few incursions into the dark side of the force in my youth. But, rest assured the statute of limitations is long since passed on them. It seems someone had robed an old lady when she was getting out of her car a few blocks over and the criminal was armed with a shot-gun. So, they were looking for a white guy with a shotgun and an old lady’s purse.
Ok, like what the fuck, over? After they let me up from the ground, I informed them that if I was going to rob an old lady, I wouldn’t use a shotgun, since they are a little hard to conceal and I most likely wouldn’t rob someone in my own neighborhood let alone take my dogs with me. Reluctantly they agreed and helped me catch my brave hounds who took off at the first sign of trouble. Shit like this always happens to me, Bad Boy Bad Boy what ya gona do…. Maybe I should take my sweet and loving wife’s advice and quit wearing pantyhose over my face when I go out at night. However, I sleep easy knowing the streets of this great city are protected by these fine gentlemen.
On Hanging with Rock Stars:
The Sweet and Ever Popular Mrs. JQP just called and told me that all day Thursday she will be hanging out with band formerly known as Creed. That’s right, my girl will be hanging with Alterbridge. She also informed me that they will be by in the limo to pick me up after work. If she remembers, she gets going on the demon-weed and look out kids. But then again they are a Christian rock band or a band with Christians in it or something like that, so hard telling how the night will play out. I hope has much fun as Nickelback or Lincoln Park.
Now when I go to these things I tend to miss the shows, I stay back stage and eat all the free food and drink all the free booze. Hell, I don’t even know who half of them are. So, I plan to come in late to work on Friday and nurse a hangover (my second for the week). That’s life in rock and roll baby…and living in the fast lane with my girl the diva.
On Cooking:
Last night it was gumbo, made with Mrs. Duvall’s Cajon sausage (brought all they way back from Louisiana by a dear co-worker and fellow fan of southern cooking) and shrimp from my friend Al the Sailor Man. Tonight its pork chops and pork chop gravy (there are few things better than gravy bread) and mashed sweet potatoes and stewed tomatoes. Comfort foods, redneck white trash style….
This weekend I am going to cook Tuscan by request (when mammas belly is full, she is happy). Sunday it will be my world famous Shrimp and Grits (its so good it hurts to think about it) I have a lot of shrimp to use up. As Grandpa used to say before we put him in the “home” (mom told him if he stabbed one more person that’s what was going to happen, so he was warned) “The only thing I like better than drinking, scewen and fighten is eaten…”
On the Anniversary of Deaths:
Today it is ten years since my dad died. As the Sweet and Loving Mrs. JQP calls him my Popsicle (he fell outside and froze to death). I miss dad, when you grow older there are lots of things you wish you would have asked but now never can. I always wondered why he went back to Vietnam (the man did three tours) why he one day said fuck it and quit being sheriff in the small town we lived in. Just lots of things, I am proud of my dad and there are many days I just wish we could go and hang-out and watch a game. Sorry, getting a bit too Weepy-Irish.
Your Word and or Phrase for the Day:
Captain Sav-a-Hoe: Noun, A Captain Sav-a-hoe (save a whore) is a man who pays for everything to an unreasonable extent.
Example: As Jermar Givens put it, "If you're paying for all the kid's clothing, but they ain't even your kids--you're a captain."
(Be sure to use it three times in conversations with co-workers today)
Your Bill for the Day:
The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Hamlet (II, ii, 633)
Your Greek God for the Week:
Agdistis: Mother god of Phrygian origin, often associated with the mother goddess Kybele. In Greek mythology, she was the product of the combination of a rock with the semen of Zeus. Originally a hermaphrodite, Agdistis was made female through castration. The vegetation god Attis was the ultimate product of her severed sexual organs which became either a pomegranate tree or an almond tree. Attis grew to become a beautiful youth, but ultimately died of self-castration in an effort to avoid the amorous pursuit of Agdistis and/or Kybele.
(Talk about a shitty deal being this god)
Quotes for the Day:
Fear not those who argue but those who dodge.
Marie Ebner von Eschenbach, Aphorisms, 1905 (Man, I love her name)
and…
Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.
Douglas Adams, English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
Rigid and Unbending, I remain:
John Q. Public DVM
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
Mark Twain, US humorist, novelist, short story author, & wit (1835 - 1910)
On Last Night:
Have you ever seen the show COPS? Well dig it…there I was minding my own business walking the hounds around our historic neighborhood letting them shit in other peoples yards when suddenly….a cop car and then another and then another drove up to me. Now when I say drove up to me, I mean up on the sidewalk. Cops, with guns and very determined faces. Three cops that oddly I didn’t know. Since when does not picking up your dogs shit warrant this kind of a response?
Now like many of you know, I was a bit of an outlaw and involved in a few incursions into the dark side of the force in my youth. But, rest assured the statute of limitations is long since passed on them. It seems someone had robed an old lady when she was getting out of her car a few blocks over and the criminal was armed with a shot-gun. So, they were looking for a white guy with a shotgun and an old lady’s purse.
Ok, like what the fuck, over? After they let me up from the ground, I informed them that if I was going to rob an old lady, I wouldn’t use a shotgun, since they are a little hard to conceal and I most likely wouldn’t rob someone in my own neighborhood let alone take my dogs with me. Reluctantly they agreed and helped me catch my brave hounds who took off at the first sign of trouble. Shit like this always happens to me, Bad Boy Bad Boy what ya gona do…. Maybe I should take my sweet and loving wife’s advice and quit wearing pantyhose over my face when I go out at night. However, I sleep easy knowing the streets of this great city are protected by these fine gentlemen.
On Hanging with Rock Stars:
The Sweet and Ever Popular Mrs. JQP just called and told me that all day Thursday she will be hanging out with band formerly known as Creed. That’s right, my girl will be hanging with Alterbridge. She also informed me that they will be by in the limo to pick me up after work. If she remembers, she gets going on the demon-weed and look out kids. But then again they are a Christian rock band or a band with Christians in it or something like that, so hard telling how the night will play out. I hope has much fun as Nickelback or Lincoln Park.
Now when I go to these things I tend to miss the shows, I stay back stage and eat all the free food and drink all the free booze. Hell, I don’t even know who half of them are. So, I plan to come in late to work on Friday and nurse a hangover (my second for the week). That’s life in rock and roll baby…and living in the fast lane with my girl the diva.
On Cooking:
Last night it was gumbo, made with Mrs. Duvall’s Cajon sausage (brought all they way back from Louisiana by a dear co-worker and fellow fan of southern cooking) and shrimp from my friend Al the Sailor Man. Tonight its pork chops and pork chop gravy (there are few things better than gravy bread) and mashed sweet potatoes and stewed tomatoes. Comfort foods, redneck white trash style….
This weekend I am going to cook Tuscan by request (when mammas belly is full, she is happy). Sunday it will be my world famous Shrimp and Grits (its so good it hurts to think about it) I have a lot of shrimp to use up. As Grandpa used to say before we put him in the “home” (mom told him if he stabbed one more person that’s what was going to happen, so he was warned) “The only thing I like better than drinking, scewen and fighten is eaten…”
On the Anniversary of Deaths:
Today it is ten years since my dad died. As the Sweet and Loving Mrs. JQP calls him my Popsicle (he fell outside and froze to death). I miss dad, when you grow older there are lots of things you wish you would have asked but now never can. I always wondered why he went back to Vietnam (the man did three tours) why he one day said fuck it and quit being sheriff in the small town we lived in. Just lots of things, I am proud of my dad and there are many days I just wish we could go and hang-out and watch a game. Sorry, getting a bit too Weepy-Irish.
Your Word and or Phrase for the Day:
Captain Sav-a-Hoe: Noun, A Captain Sav-a-hoe (save a whore) is a man who pays for everything to an unreasonable extent.
Example: As Jermar Givens put it, "If you're paying for all the kid's clothing, but they ain't even your kids--you're a captain."
(Be sure to use it three times in conversations with co-workers today)
Your Bill for the Day:
The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Hamlet (II, ii, 633)
Your Greek God for the Week:
Agdistis: Mother god of Phrygian origin, often associated with the mother goddess Kybele. In Greek mythology, she was the product of the combination of a rock with the semen of Zeus. Originally a hermaphrodite, Agdistis was made female through castration. The vegetation god Attis was the ultimate product of her severed sexual organs which became either a pomegranate tree or an almond tree. Attis grew to become a beautiful youth, but ultimately died of self-castration in an effort to avoid the amorous pursuit of Agdistis and/or Kybele.
(Talk about a shitty deal being this god)
Quotes for the Day:
Fear not those who argue but those who dodge.
Marie Ebner von Eschenbach, Aphorisms, 1905 (Man, I love her name)
and…
Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.
Douglas Adams, English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
Rigid and Unbending, I remain:
John Q. Public DVM
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