Holy
crap in a Bundt pan...
Due to the
recent well-publicized shortage of
amateur websites produced by assholes who consider themselves to be
clever, I
have been called into action. My name is Jeff Kay, and I’m an
Ugly American living
on the cusp of a mid-life crisis, near Scranton, PA. And I’m here to
serve, baby.
The
State of My Fat Ass A journal of
sorts, updated every once in a while.
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I'm still not feeling so hot. Yesterday I stayed home from work and put
in some couch time. It helped, but there's still a ways to go.
Buck called me a pussy via email, so I'm going back to work today, and
squeezing out this pitiful update. I will not be lumped in with
Nostrildamus, even if it kills me. Plus, computer keyboards are fairly
inexpensive these days, and can be easily replaced if, say, someone
vomits full into one. Right?
I'm usually very antsy, and can't just sit around for hours on end
during the day. (Like some people I know.) But yesterday I hung around
and read the last sixty or so pages of the Lincoln book
(excellent!), and the
first twenty or so pages of my next selection. I ate a bowl of Rice
Krispies around noon, and nothing else until the evening, when I had a
strong craving for, of all things, a Burrito Supreme.
Toney went and got me one, but it wasn't properly prepared. The
ingredients weren't distributed evenly, so one bite would be nothing but
refried beans, and the next would be nothing but sour cream, etc. Those
things are among of the world's most perfect foods, but only when a
manager makes them. Kinda disappointing.
And last night I finished off, with a little help from my Netflix
friends, the first season of Kojak. Good stuff. New York City at
its 1970s-era grimiest is almost a character in the show, and I love
that. Plus, Theo is one tough-ass mofo. I really hope they continue
releasing them, but it's been over a year now and there's no news about
the second season coming out. The bean-counting pricks.
Now that I'm finished with Kojak, I think I'll jump back into Homicide.
I recently devoured the first two seasons in short order, and am ready
for more. I might also slide Northern Exposure in there
somewhere; for some reason I think I'd dig it. And next month the first
season of Perry Mason comes out, and I'm gonna be all over that
like a pack of rabid monkeys on a Labor Day picnic.
What old TV shows would you like to see
come to DVD? At the top of my wish-list are Mannix and Fernwood
2Night. I know there are others, but I'm not currently able to
access the files because of a virus. Help me remember, won't you?
-- Wednesday night I thrashed around in bed so much Toney abandoned ship
before midnight. I couldn't get comfortable and kept getting up to blow
my nose (shockingly high-yield) and pee with abandon. When I woke up on
Thursday the sheets were twisted in a tight rope, like I was preparing
to drop them out the window of a prison cell and attempt an escape.
Last night I slept straight through, but Toney said I was snoring so
loud people in passing aircraft could probably hear it. I suspect that she was exaggerating (I've never heard myself snore, not
even once), but have a feeling that my wife isn't just thinking of me
when she says, "I hope you start feeling better soon." Ya
know?
-- Yesterday I spent a few minutes updating the Search Engines page, and
you can check out the latest entries at the top of the list here.
-- And finally, here's
something new from Mr. Tough Love himself, Buck.
You guys have yourselves a great little weekend, y'hear?
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I'm still not feeling so hot. Yesterday I stayed home from work and put
in some couch time. It helped, but there's still a ways to go. 