The past couple days I've heard from a couple of my Tacoma Informants, telling me that Fubbo the Hut is back ranting crazy stuff again, crazy stuff that makes absolutely no sense.
Apparently the crazy ranting is taking place on Facebook again.
Fubbo the Hut erroneously thinks she has me blocked from viewing her Facebook ranting.
I don't think I am going to look at it this time. It just sort of makes me sad. And then I feel motivated to do some copying, pasting and cropping, followed by a blogging making fun of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, pathological, creepy lying.
It is sort of like shooting a real fat fish in a really small barrel. Not fair game.
The thing is, time really does heal all wounds, and wound all heels. Fubbo the Hut is a wounded heel. A fat wounded heel with a serious criminal record. And a reputation that can be summed up by the fact that people are warned not to leave a purse unattended in a room where Fubbo the Hut is in attendance.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Apparently Children Are Witnessing Rattlesnake Beheadings In Sweetwater Texas
Yesterday I blogged about Leo informing me that I had a big rattlesnake surprise waiting for me.
This morning I got another email from Leo. I don't know if this is the promised surprise.
Leo's email included an attached PDF file.
Leo seems to be very upset about the Sweetwater rattlesnake reptilicide. The message in Leo's email appears to have been written by someone other than Leo. I left the misspellings intact.
Below is the text in Leo's email, followed by the PDF.....
Rattlesnake Roundup
Dear Sirs,
We are sending this letter to as many US. government officals and staff as we can, in order to expose the cruellest and most savage animal spectacle on the planet.
The Rattlesnake Roundup includes, amongst other things, children being encouraged to witness Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes being beheaded or skinned alive, for a very damming report please click onto the lower link (in the event of this article being pulled, please see attached). Scroll down and you will read about girl scouts cajoled into selling tickets on the gates and even the National Parks' authorities, those who should be their protectorates, siding with the killers, and they will even assist to supply the snakes, letters received confirms this.
The entire show is the ultimate in man's depravity against another creature and we have here a situation where an entire town is in on it; municipal authorities, local businesses, shops, hotels, restaurants and the media right up to Animal Planet TV. Every sorry last one of them sponsoring, supporting and glorifying one the most sordid of events anywhere.
There's not a life-form on God's Earth that deserves this degree of contempt, cruelty and humiliation. Please view the two links below and you will read about the obscenities that I'm talking about.
There is only one outcome that would bring any justice at all, and that would be an outright ban on all Rattlesnake Roundups as well as full protection for them as species. Please do anything you can to make this happen; take this letter into the senate, forwar d it on to anyone you think might be interested and let's give these snakes a voice the likes of which they've never had before.
Thank you.
Robert Piller
And now the PDF....
Sweetwater rattler roundup corrals fun by the gross
By Colin McDonald
SWEETWATER — The snake was beheaded, gutted and skinned Saturday morning. But that afternoon its quarter-sized heart was still beating as it lay atop a folding table at the 54th annual Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup.
For 13-year-old Alexander Kirk, it was about as good as a birthday party could get. “At first it felt soft like a lump of Jell-O,” he said of the heart on display at the snake-skinning demonstration booth. “Then it got hard.”
With more than 1,200 pounds of western diamondbacks to be milked, skinned and gutted, there was not a dull moment for Kirk or the thousands of others who came to the event at the Nolan County Coliseum.
Wearing boots and snake chaps with the cuffs sealed to their ankles with fluorescent duct tape, the sponsoring Sweetwater Jaycees shuffled through the piles of slithering snakes in the pits as crowds watched.
They used hooked rods to lift up the largest snakes to show them off before the animals were taken to the milking station and then to be skinned.
“The people who live around here don't like snakes,” explained Roy Johnson, a game warden for the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. This year's roundup, which draws snakes collected from across West Texas, was not nearly as productive as years past. The record was set in 1982, with 17,986 pounds collected.
But after a yearlong drought and the worst fire season on record, there were simply not as many snakes to gather, Johnson said.
Texas does not keep records of what impact roundups have on snake populations. And there is controversy over how the snakes are collected.
Johnson and others at the roundup said the most effective way to collect snakes is to gas them out of their burrows. The gas is usually the fumes of unleaded gasoline pumped through a sprayer.
“It's not the gas, it's just the smell of it,” said Mike Glass, a senior member of the Jaycees. “Actually shooting gas down in there is a big no-no.”
The problem is snakes are very sensitive to even a small exposure to gas as a liquid, and too much can kill them in their dens. The snakes that do come out often die soon after. TPWD is considering a rule to ban gassing.
“If the snake is gassed, it no longer acts like a snake,” said Ken Darnell, who has purchased the snake venom from the roundup for the past 15 years.
The venom is frozen and used to make antivenin and for medical research. A good snake can earn the Jaycees $5 to $10 worth of venom.
Darnell does not like gassing because it shortens the life of the snakes, he said. But as all the snakes at the roundup are milked just once before being butchered for their skin and meat, that does not really matter. And if there was no gassing, the roundup would not have enough snakes, Glass said.
For Sweetwater, that would be tragic, said 16-year-old Kayla Chowning, who was crowned Miss Snake Charmer on Thursday night.
“It's a big deal,” she said of the festival, which also includes a carnival and rides. “It brings business to town.”
The money raised by the weekend event — $40,000 to $50,000 — goes to local charities and scholarships, organizers say.
For those who don't have regular exposure to rattlesnakes, it's also a chance to realize that your natural instinct to just leave snakes alone is best.
“You've got to respect them,” Johnson said. “If you don't, they will get you.”
For Mary Lee Boyer from Pennsylvania, who came to the show with her husband despite her fear of snakes, that lesson was obvious.
“Y'all are weird down here in Texas no matter what,” she said. “Normal people are back home. We don't play with things that are dangerous.”
This morning I got another email from Leo. I don't know if this is the promised surprise.
Leo's email included an attached PDF file.
Leo seems to be very upset about the Sweetwater rattlesnake reptilicide. The message in Leo's email appears to have been written by someone other than Leo. I left the misspellings intact.
Below is the text in Leo's email, followed by the PDF.....
Rattlesnake Roundup
Dear Sirs,
We are sending this letter to as many US. government officals and staff as we can, in order to expose the cruellest and most savage animal spectacle on the planet.
The Rattlesnake Roundup includes, amongst other things, children being encouraged to witness Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes being beheaded or skinned alive, for a very damming report please click onto the lower link (in the event of this article being pulled, please see attached). Scroll down and you will read about girl scouts cajoled into selling tickets on the gates and even the National Parks' authorities, those who should be their protectorates, siding with the killers, and they will even assist to supply the snakes, letters received confirms this.
The entire show is the ultimate in man's depravity against another creature and we have here a situation where an entire town is in on it; municipal authorities, local businesses, shops, hotels, restaurants and the media right up to Animal Planet TV. Every sorry last one of them sponsoring, supporting and glorifying one the most sordid of events anywhere.
There's not a life-form on God's Earth that deserves this degree of contempt, cruelty and humiliation. Please view the two links below and you will read about the obscenities that I'm talking about.
There is only one outcome that would bring any justice at all, and that would be an outright ban on all Rattlesnake Roundups as well as full protection for them as species. Please do anything you can to make this happen; take this letter into the senate, forwar d it on to anyone you think might be interested and let's give these snakes a voice the likes of which they've never had before.
Thank you.
Robert Piller
And now the PDF....
Sweetwater rattler roundup corrals fun by the gross
By Colin McDonald
SWEETWATER — The snake was beheaded, gutted and skinned Saturday morning. But that afternoon its quarter-sized heart was still beating as it lay atop a folding table at the 54th annual Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup.
For 13-year-old Alexander Kirk, it was about as good as a birthday party could get. “At first it felt soft like a lump of Jell-O,” he said of the heart on display at the snake-skinning demonstration booth. “Then it got hard.”
With more than 1,200 pounds of western diamondbacks to be milked, skinned and gutted, there was not a dull moment for Kirk or the thousands of others who came to the event at the Nolan County Coliseum.
Wearing boots and snake chaps with the cuffs sealed to their ankles with fluorescent duct tape, the sponsoring Sweetwater Jaycees shuffled through the piles of slithering snakes in the pits as crowds watched.
They used hooked rods to lift up the largest snakes to show them off before the animals were taken to the milking station and then to be skinned.
“The people who live around here don't like snakes,” explained Roy Johnson, a game warden for the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. This year's roundup, which draws snakes collected from across West Texas, was not nearly as productive as years past. The record was set in 1982, with 17,986 pounds collected.
But after a yearlong drought and the worst fire season on record, there were simply not as many snakes to gather, Johnson said.
Texas does not keep records of what impact roundups have on snake populations. And there is controversy over how the snakes are collected.
Johnson and others at the roundup said the most effective way to collect snakes is to gas them out of their burrows. The gas is usually the fumes of unleaded gasoline pumped through a sprayer.
“It's not the gas, it's just the smell of it,” said Mike Glass, a senior member of the Jaycees. “Actually shooting gas down in there is a big no-no.”
The problem is snakes are very sensitive to even a small exposure to gas as a liquid, and too much can kill them in their dens. The snakes that do come out often die soon after. TPWD is considering a rule to ban gassing.
“If the snake is gassed, it no longer acts like a snake,” said Ken Darnell, who has purchased the snake venom from the roundup for the past 15 years.
The venom is frozen and used to make antivenin and for medical research. A good snake can earn the Jaycees $5 to $10 worth of venom.
Darnell does not like gassing because it shortens the life of the snakes, he said. But as all the snakes at the roundup are milked just once before being butchered for their skin and meat, that does not really matter. And if there was no gassing, the roundup would not have enough snakes, Glass said.
For Sweetwater, that would be tragic, said 16-year-old Kayla Chowning, who was crowned Miss Snake Charmer on Thursday night.
“It's a big deal,” she said of the festival, which also includes a carnival and rides. “It brings business to town.”
The money raised by the weekend event — $40,000 to $50,000 — goes to local charities and scholarships, organizers say.
For those who don't have regular exposure to rattlesnakes, it's also a chance to realize that your natural instinct to just leave snakes alone is best.
“You've got to respect them,” Johnson said. “If you don't, they will get you.”
For Mary Lee Boyer from Pennsylvania, who came to the show with her husband despite her fear of snakes, that lesson was obvious.
“Y'all are weird down here in Texas no matter what,” she said. “Normal people are back home. We don't play with things that are dangerous.”
Monday, January 7, 2013
New Tires On The Summit Of Mount Tandy Talking About Crime Punishment & Karma
In the noon time frame my primary motorized vehicular transport was being operated on, getting new tires installed.
So, instead of driving somewhere to get myself some salubrious aerobic stimulation, I walked around my neighborhood.
After a few minutes of walking I got a phone call where I eventually found myself having an interesting conversation about crime and punishment and karma.
A half hour or so into this conversation, about crime and punishment and karma, Miss Puerto suddenly came out of a door and began walking beside me, listening, eventually having trouble not laughing due to the things she was hearing me say.
My primary motorized vehicular transport was returned to me, with new tires, around 3 this afternoon. I then took off around 4 and headed to the summit of Mount Tandy.
I have not been on the Tandy Hills for weeks. I was pleased to find the hills were totally dried out from the dousing they got on Christmas.
As you can see, via the picture above, looking west across the Tandy Wagon Trail as heads towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, the clouds have already moved in in preparation for the next two days of predicted thunderstorming and heavy rain.
I have all my hatches battened down in anticipation of some heavy duty storming, both figuratively and literally.
So, instead of driving somewhere to get myself some salubrious aerobic stimulation, I walked around my neighborhood.
After a few minutes of walking I got a phone call where I eventually found myself having an interesting conversation about crime and punishment and karma.
A half hour or so into this conversation, about crime and punishment and karma, Miss Puerto suddenly came out of a door and began walking beside me, listening, eventually having trouble not laughing due to the things she was hearing me say.
My primary motorized vehicular transport was returned to me, with new tires, around 3 this afternoon. I then took off around 4 and headed to the summit of Mount Tandy.
I have not been on the Tandy Hills for weeks. I was pleased to find the hills were totally dried out from the dousing they got on Christmas.
As you can see, via the picture above, looking west across the Tandy Wagon Trail as heads towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, the clouds have already moved in in preparation for the next two days of predicted thunderstorming and heavy rain.
I have all my hatches battened down in anticipation of some heavy duty storming, both figuratively and literally.
Apparently I Have A Big Rattlesnake Surprise Waiting For Me
I have mentioned previously that I am getting emails regarding the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup with the subject line being 'THE SNAKES WILL HAVE THEIR DAY."
A new version of these emails showed up this morning.
From Leo.
With the message sounding like some sort of threat, saying...
"You've got a big surprise waiting for you."
My Eyes on Texas website's webpage about my one and only visit to the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup still Googles in the #1 spot, thus causing, I fear, easily confused sorts to think I am somehow associated with the Roundup.
What is the big surprise that is waiting for me I can't help but wonder?
A new version of these emails showed up this morning.
From Leo.
With the message sounding like some sort of threat, saying...
"You've got a big surprise waiting for you."
My Eyes on Texas website's webpage about my one and only visit to the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup still Googles in the #1 spot, thus causing, I fear, easily confused sorts to think I am somehow associated with the Roundup.
What is the big surprise that is waiting for me I can't help but wonder?
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Sunday Prayers With The Village Creek Armadillos Getting Ready For Some Football
The armadillo population that inhabits the Village Creek Natural Historical Area was very busy today.
I think they may have been in a feeding frenzy due to the return of a semi-pleasant temperature.
As in, currently, it is only 4 degrees shy of 60 degrees at my location on the planet.
I think the armadillo in the picture knew it is Sunday today, hence the praying pose.
Has anyone ever turned an armadillo into a pet I was wondering today? The cute little critters sure catch the attention of those walking by them.
Today was the most pleasant walk I've enjoyed this year. And for weeks before this new year arrived. Walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek zone is pretty much my favorite place to walk. It is always so extremely peaceful.
The pre-Super Bowl with the Seattle Seahawks and Washington Redskins is getting ready to start up in about a half an hour.
My pre-Super Bowl lunch was a light one, oven toasted ham and cheese on thick flatbread.
The pre-Super Bowl Party, snack-wise, will be pizza and chicken.
My most experienced mixmaster is supposed to arrive soon and is claiming she will be bringing the ingredients to make the infamous Durango Cocktail. With Amaretto subbing for the apparently hard to find Orgeat Almond Syrup.
I hear a doorbell ringing. I suspect this indicates I need to open a door. I'll talk to you later...
I think they may have been in a feeding frenzy due to the return of a semi-pleasant temperature.
As in, currently, it is only 4 degrees shy of 60 degrees at my location on the planet.
I think the armadillo in the picture knew it is Sunday today, hence the praying pose.
Has anyone ever turned an armadillo into a pet I was wondering today? The cute little critters sure catch the attention of those walking by them.
Today was the most pleasant walk I've enjoyed this year. And for weeks before this new year arrived. Walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek zone is pretty much my favorite place to walk. It is always so extremely peaceful.
The pre-Super Bowl with the Seattle Seahawks and Washington Redskins is getting ready to start up in about a half an hour.
My pre-Super Bowl lunch was a light one, oven toasted ham and cheese on thick flatbread.
The pre-Super Bowl Party, snack-wise, will be pizza and chicken.
My most experienced mixmaster is supposed to arrive soon and is claiming she will be bringing the ingredients to make the infamous Durango Cocktail. With Amaretto subbing for the apparently hard to find Orgeat Almond Syrup.
I hear a doorbell ringing. I suspect this indicates I need to open a door. I'll talk to you later...
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Perplexed By Gateway Park Green Grass Before Getting Lunch From The Tamale Kid
On my way to Town Talk today I stopped at Gateway Park to get in some salubrious walking on the extremely pleasant first Saturday of the new year of 2013.
Quite a difference from the last Saturday of 2012. Last week I shivered whilst taking a short fast walk around the ball fields before retreating from the elements.
Due to the recent bout of freezing most green has left the natural world. This made the ultra green play fields of Gateway Park stand out in stark contrast.
When I saw the glaring green I walked closer. It looked like grass. I saw blades. I saw what looked like dirt. How are they keeping this grass so green, I wondered?
Then I came upon the sign you see in the picture.
First off the NOTICE caught my eye. With the notice informing that "FIELDS WILL BE CLOSED WHEN FIELD SURFACE TEMPERATURE REACHES 125".
125 is quite HOT. Death Valley type HOT.
And then the sign said, "Welcome to Gateway Park multipurpose synthetic turf fields."
So, I now knew why the grass was so green. Because it is not grass. It is plastic.
After solving the mystery of the green grass it was on to Town Talk, hoping to find the Tamale Kid.
Driving on to the Town Talk parking lot I saw no Tamale Kid.
So, I did my Town Talk treasure hunting. Exiting I saw the Tamale Kid sitting on a picnic table. I pushed my cart over to him and asked if he was selling tamales today.
"Si, senor", said he.
"Chicken or beef, 6 for 5 dollars," said the Tamale Kid.
I gave him 5 dollars and followed him to a white car where he popped open the trunk and took out a foil wrapped package of tamales from a cooler. Well, in this case, it was a heater. The tamales were warm and ready to eat.
And so my lunch plan for today changed. So, I'm making rice with Carne Asada, refried beans with cilantro and tamales from the Tamale Kid.
I was going to make Mexican food for tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl Party. I think I may now revert back to the pizza plan.
Quite a difference from the last Saturday of 2012. Last week I shivered whilst taking a short fast walk around the ball fields before retreating from the elements.
Due to the recent bout of freezing most green has left the natural world. This made the ultra green play fields of Gateway Park stand out in stark contrast.
When I saw the glaring green I walked closer. It looked like grass. I saw blades. I saw what looked like dirt. How are they keeping this grass so green, I wondered?
Then I came upon the sign you see in the picture.
First off the NOTICE caught my eye. With the notice informing that "FIELDS WILL BE CLOSED WHEN FIELD SURFACE TEMPERATURE REACHES 125".
125 is quite HOT. Death Valley type HOT.
And then the sign said, "Welcome to Gateway Park multipurpose synthetic turf fields."
So, I now knew why the grass was so green. Because it is not grass. It is plastic.
After solving the mystery of the green grass it was on to Town Talk, hoping to find the Tamale Kid.
Driving on to the Town Talk parking lot I saw no Tamale Kid.
So, I did my Town Talk treasure hunting. Exiting I saw the Tamale Kid sitting on a picnic table. I pushed my cart over to him and asked if he was selling tamales today.
"Si, senor", said he.
"Chicken or beef, 6 for 5 dollars," said the Tamale Kid.
I gave him 5 dollars and followed him to a white car where he popped open the trunk and took out a foil wrapped package of tamales from a cooler. Well, in this case, it was a heater. The tamales were warm and ready to eat.
And so my lunch plan for today changed. So, I'm making rice with Carne Asada, refried beans with cilantro and tamales from the Tamale Kid.
I was going to make Mexican food for tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl Party. I think I may now revert back to the pizza plan.
This Morning I Have Self Diagnosed The Flu As Being My Current Ailment
I read this morning that this flu season's flu epidemic has come on earlier and stronger than is the norm.
Of late every time I talk to my mom I get asked if I've gotten a flu shot yet.
The answer to that question remains, currently, no.
But, this morning, reading about the flu symptoms, I am thinking that it is Influenza which I have been dealing with for the past 20 days or so. All the symptoms match.
Only the version of the flu I have been experiencing is very mild.
I think maybe I have some sort of immunity to the flu which may lessen the severity of a fresh flu virus invasion.
Way back in the 1990s I had the worst case of the flu I have ever experienced. Sickest I have ever been. My skin turned a greenish gray color. I had the shakes, a bad fever, my ears were plugged, I had trouble breathing, I could not eat, had trouble sleeping.
A living hell.
Then came a Friday morning, after being miserable for I don't know how many days, I woke up and found myself totally symptom free, feeling totally normal.
And really really hungry.
To deal with that hunger I drove up to Bellingham, to the Dickinson's Buffet, because I had an overwhelming craving for their macaroni and cheese and fried chicken.
Currently I know of several people in the D/FW zone who are being made miserable by flu-like symptoms, including Miss Puerto Rico, Elsie Hotpepper, Delores Del Rio and Miss Connie. I may be forgetting a few due to the brain befuddlement that accompanies this ailment.
Of late every time I talk to my mom I get asked if I've gotten a flu shot yet.
The answer to that question remains, currently, no.
But, this morning, reading about the flu symptoms, I am thinking that it is Influenza which I have been dealing with for the past 20 days or so. All the symptoms match.
Only the version of the flu I have been experiencing is very mild.
I think maybe I have some sort of immunity to the flu which may lessen the severity of a fresh flu virus invasion.
Way back in the 1990s I had the worst case of the flu I have ever experienced. Sickest I have ever been. My skin turned a greenish gray color. I had the shakes, a bad fever, my ears were plugged, I had trouble breathing, I could not eat, had trouble sleeping.
A living hell.
Then came a Friday morning, after being miserable for I don't know how many days, I woke up and found myself totally symptom free, feeling totally normal.
And really really hungry.
To deal with that hunger I drove up to Bellingham, to the Dickinson's Buffet, because I had an overwhelming craving for their macaroni and cheese and fried chicken.
Currently I know of several people in the D/FW zone who are being made miserable by flu-like symptoms, including Miss Puerto Rico, Elsie Hotpepper, Delores Del Rio and Miss Connie. I may be forgetting a few due to the brain befuddlement that accompanies this ailment.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Washington Redskins Won Their Division So Now They Have To Play The Seattle Seahawks
UPDATE: I was erroneous regarding the start time of tomorrow's Seattle Seahawk pre-Super Bowl game. Like I've already admitted, I get befuddled calculating time zone differences. The correct time is tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl game starts at 1:30 pm Pacific Time. Central Time is 2 hours later than that, not two hours earlier, so the game will come on in my zone at 3:30 pm.
Earlier today I was confused on Facebook by Football Fanatic, Miss Chris, who caused me to think that the Seattle Seahawks were playing a playoff game today. I think it was something about wearing blue today, to show support for the Seahawks, that confused me.
It did not take too much effort to find out that it is on Sunday that the Seahawks play a playoff game against the Washington Redskins.
I thought team names like "Redskins" had become totally politically incorrect, particularly, one would think, in the nation's capital. Then again, I think most Native Americans would have zero objection to this being this particular team's name.
I am not much of a fan of watching football on TV. Or in person. I did watch last year's Super Bowl. I don't remember who was playing or who won.
I think the last time I watched the Seattle Seahawks play football was in their very painful to watch, one and only, Super Bowl appearance.
Apparently this year the Seattle Seahawks have a good team and have been winning a lot of games. I've been told the Seahawks are a lean team that moves fast against less lean slower moving teams.
Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, told me Sunday's playoff game starts at 1:30 Pacific Time. I think that makes it either 10:30 or 11:30 Central Time.
I suspect I will have a Seattle Seahawk playoff party on Sunday. Likely pizza will be involved. And a chicken product.
Are the Arlington, I mean, Dallas Cowboys, also in the playoffs?
If I am understanding what Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, has told me, if the Seahawks win on Sunday, they then have to win one more playoff game and then they will be making their 2nd Super Bowl appearance.
If the Dallas Cowboys are in the playoffs are they in a different league than the Seahawks, thus making there be a chance that Dallas would play Seattle in the Super Bowl?
That'd be cool.
I'd be really torn as to which team I'd be rooting for. The Dallas Cowboys or America's New Team.....
Earlier today I was confused on Facebook by Football Fanatic, Miss Chris, who caused me to think that the Seattle Seahawks were playing a playoff game today. I think it was something about wearing blue today, to show support for the Seahawks, that confused me.
It did not take too much effort to find out that it is on Sunday that the Seahawks play a playoff game against the Washington Redskins.
I thought team names like "Redskins" had become totally politically incorrect, particularly, one would think, in the nation's capital. Then again, I think most Native Americans would have zero objection to this being this particular team's name.
I am not much of a fan of watching football on TV. Or in person. I did watch last year's Super Bowl. I don't remember who was playing or who won.
I think the last time I watched the Seattle Seahawks play football was in their very painful to watch, one and only, Super Bowl appearance.
Apparently this year the Seattle Seahawks have a good team and have been winning a lot of games. I've been told the Seahawks are a lean team that moves fast against less lean slower moving teams.
Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, told me Sunday's playoff game starts at 1:30 Pacific Time. I think that makes it either 10:30 or 11:30 Central Time.
I suspect I will have a Seattle Seahawk playoff party on Sunday. Likely pizza will be involved. And a chicken product.
Are the Arlington, I mean, Dallas Cowboys, also in the playoffs?
If I am understanding what Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, has told me, if the Seahawks win on Sunday, they then have to win one more playoff game and then they will be making their 2nd Super Bowl appearance.
If the Dallas Cowboys are in the playoffs are they in a different league than the Seahawks, thus making there be a chance that Dallas would play Seattle in the Super Bowl?
That'd be cool.
I'd be really torn as to which team I'd be rooting for. The Dallas Cowboys or America's New Team.....
I Saw No Bubo Virginianus In Oakland Lake Park Today While Fosdick Creek Was Flooding
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| Muddy Flooding Fosdick Creek |
Walking around Fosdick Lake today was a lot less chilly than the frigid walk around Fosdick Lake a couple days ago.
My Arizona sister walked with me today. Eventually our little brother and sister-in-law joined us.
I woke up this morning before 4 and was unable to get back to sleep. My sister also woke up before 4 this morning and was unable to get back to sleep.
Soon after my little brother and sister-in-law arrived my sister quit walking with me so they could drive to Sun Lakes to pick up my mom and dad so they could all drive south to Maricopa to go out to lunch in a trendy Maricopa restaurant called McDonald's.
I was in that Maricopa McDonald's in March, last year. I had a Fish Sandwich. It was delicious.
Yesterday I mentioned seeing a big bird at the Village Creek Blue Bayou. This morning noted local Ornithologist, CatsPaw, informed me that the bird that turned its back on me was a Bubo Virginianus, also known as a Great Horned Owl.
I saw no Bubo Virginianus in Oakland Lake Park today. But, I did see a lot of ducks quacking on Fosdick Lake.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut On Facebook
Last month, I blogged about my ongoing problem with the stalking weirdness of the criminal sociopath known as Fubbo the Hut, in a blogging titled The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut.
At the end of the blogging I wrote..."Well, that ends this amusing blogging about Fubbo the Hut. I'll be sure and share any incoming Fubbo the Hut lunacy should it occur....."
Well, a couple days ago I got a call telling me I should check out Fubbo the Hut's latest lunacy on Facebook.
Let us review a little history. Way back in August of 2008, when I realized that Fubbo the Hut was no longer anyone I wanted to have anything to do with, I was quite perplexed trying to figure out what in the world I'd been dealing with.
And how to be totally rid of it.
Over the course of multiple bloggings I sorted it out to my satisfaction, that being that this person exhibited classic Only Child Syndrome behaviors, exhibited Histrionic Narcissistic behaviors, was a Sociopath, Prescription Medication Addict and a Pathological Liar.
After I opined my explanation for the Fubbo behaviors I'd experienced, in the time since then, I have read Fubbo the Hut assign to me most of the syndromes I associated with her, except for claiming me to be a Prescription Medication Addict Pathological Liar or a sufferer from Only Child Syndrome.
It seems that me accurately identifying Fubbo the Hut as a Sociopath hit home the hardest. I believe she's been diagnosed as such by psychiatrists who examined her during the course of Fubbo the Hut being prosecuted for her crimes. And, so, of course, Fubbo the Hut now opines in any venue she can, that I am a Sociopath. Which is sort of ironically amusing, what with me suffering with a highly evolved Empathy Complex, which is about dead opposite of being a Sociopath.
In my blogging about the lingering creepy weirdness of Fubbo the Hut I was motivated to have fun making fun of Fubbo, once again, due to, once again, Fubbo making a rude comment on my blog.
Fubbo's rude comments on my blog and other blogs have been chronic.
In Fubbo the Hut's Facebook rant she claims she removed her blog because I was using the material on that blog to humiliate her.
Well.
Who put that humiliating material there?
That causes the humiliation?
If you read the blogging about this you will see I was getting emails asking about oddball things Fubbo was claiming on her blog that defied believability. I was not extracting humiliating material from her now dead blog. It was being emailed to me.
In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she "tried every means, to get me to stop."
Every means? What would those be?
To get me to stop what? To stop me telling the truth about her?
In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she realized I will never give up?
Give up what?
Give up being disgusted at her being such a disgusting human being?
I think I've already mentioned that Fubbo got struck with the dumbstick, so I'll try and clearly make it real clear for her. Fubbo, if you don't want me reacting to you, simply knock off the blog comments, the emails and the telling of lies about me. See how simple that is?
Then go on with your fabulous life. Do you think you can manage this? Learning how to say "I am sorry, I behaved badly" might also reap benefits for you. But you're a Sociopath, so that avenue is not really available to you...
At the end of the blogging I wrote..."Well, that ends this amusing blogging about Fubbo the Hut. I'll be sure and share any incoming Fubbo the Hut lunacy should it occur....."
Well, a couple days ago I got a call telling me I should check out Fubbo the Hut's latest lunacy on Facebook.
Let us review a little history. Way back in August of 2008, when I realized that Fubbo the Hut was no longer anyone I wanted to have anything to do with, I was quite perplexed trying to figure out what in the world I'd been dealing with.
And how to be totally rid of it.
Over the course of multiple bloggings I sorted it out to my satisfaction, that being that this person exhibited classic Only Child Syndrome behaviors, exhibited Histrionic Narcissistic behaviors, was a Sociopath, Prescription Medication Addict and a Pathological Liar.
After I opined my explanation for the Fubbo behaviors I'd experienced, in the time since then, I have read Fubbo the Hut assign to me most of the syndromes I associated with her, except for claiming me to be a Prescription Medication Addict Pathological Liar or a sufferer from Only Child Syndrome.
It seems that me accurately identifying Fubbo the Hut as a Sociopath hit home the hardest. I believe she's been diagnosed as such by psychiatrists who examined her during the course of Fubbo the Hut being prosecuted for her crimes. And, so, of course, Fubbo the Hut now opines in any venue she can, that I am a Sociopath. Which is sort of ironically amusing, what with me suffering with a highly evolved Empathy Complex, which is about dead opposite of being a Sociopath.
In my blogging about the lingering creepy weirdness of Fubbo the Hut I was motivated to have fun making fun of Fubbo, once again, due to, once again, Fubbo making a rude comment on my blog.
Fubbo's rude comments on my blog and other blogs have been chronic.
In Fubbo the Hut's Facebook rant she claims she removed her blog because I was using the material on that blog to humiliate her.
Well.
Who put that humiliating material there?
That causes the humiliation?
If you read the blogging about this you will see I was getting emails asking about oddball things Fubbo was claiming on her blog that defied believability. I was not extracting humiliating material from her now dead blog. It was being emailed to me.
In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she "tried every means, to get me to stop."
Every means? What would those be?
To get me to stop what? To stop me telling the truth about her?
In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she realized I will never give up?
Give up what?
Give up being disgusted at her being such a disgusting human being?
I think I've already mentioned that Fubbo got struck with the dumbstick, so I'll try and clearly make it real clear for her. Fubbo, if you don't want me reacting to you, simply knock off the blog comments, the emails and the telling of lies about me. See how simple that is?
Then go on with your fabulous life. Do you think you can manage this? Learning how to say "I am sorry, I behaved badly" might also reap benefits for you. But you're a Sociopath, so that avenue is not really available to you...
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