Boski's Blogopoluza!

Sorry I have been away, but I think as you could tell by my last post "Angry Boski" had returned and with a good deal of vengeance, and it was not pretty. I just let myself get overwhelmed by work and by working on my Mother-In-Law's house. Which took up so much time over the last month in half, with really the only breaks being a trip to Vegas and our anniversary. Other than that it was work, Mother-In-Laws, sleep, work . . . and so and so on. It because a confluence that lead to me going on the self-hate warpath.

But that is now done with. I am still fighting with my issues, but I am miles from where I was a week ago. Never the less the house is sold. We still have a lot of stuff to deal with, but it is not pressing. We are going to take some time to decompress.

So where does that leave this blog?

I am not sure.

When I am not either working, perfecting my self loathing, caring for our "kids", or stalking John Davidson, I have been spending a lot of my time on those wacky internets on Facebook and FanIQ. I have not had the patience to settle in and give one of my lengthy diatribes. Oh there has been a lot of things to rant about. Let's just say McCain/Palin make TimeWarner Cable look like a weekend of watching nothing but football. I am going to stop since I really do not want to throw this keyboard. Instead, I have just been honing my witty sports and pop culture references and connecting with old acquaintances and former co-workers. Fun, but I still think about the Ol' Blog O' Fun. Grammar and syntax at least had a holiday from my constant assaults on it.

So I am back to where I was at a while back wondering if I wanted to keep blogging. Right now I am pondering getting to 900 posts and moving this blog over to Wordpress just to try it.

I don't just know.

Thanks for listening.

I know I my appearance does not show it, but I love being at the gym. I know I have talked about it before, but I am one of those sick bastards that gets up at ten to five and gets their slappy ass out of bed. I get in there about 5:20 to 5:30 and then leave around 8:00. I love that time, since it is my time. I can throw on the headphones and just do my own thing. It is something that helps me through the day. I feel 1000% better days that I worked out then days I just roll into work. It is also something helps me with focus and also it provides me structure that I desperately need.

Now I love my gym, but there are still a couple of things that annoy me, well more people at the gym that annoy me and I would like to address them here. So please excuse the following rantings:

Mr. Hog the Universal Machine and Cable Guy- Yeah I am talking to you and your stupid fancy track suit. You turn the damn thing into a goddamn base camp. Seriously, all I see you do is work on your triceps and abs, oh and looking at yourself in the mirror. You are not climbing Everrest you dumb bastard. Also buddy, there is a limit of 20 seconds of starring at yourself in the mirror after doing a set. After 20, then it is vanity. How do I know? I can see you starring at yourself as I am staring at myself. Also you do not need to take both rope cables to achieve your triceps awesomeness? I know I should just work in on your machine just to piss you off, but I hate confrontations and I am just not up for anything that is going to take more than three words.

Ms. Personal Trainer Who Feels She Needs to Comment on My Squinting, My Lifting, or What I Am Reading - Look leave me alone. I know you mean well, but just let me get my workout in. I do not need you brand of chipperness.

Now for any and all of you who take the free weights and spread them to the four corners of the gym. Just F'ing stop it! If you have to take a weight, that's cool, but the basketball court is not where it goes, neither does it belong at the treadmill or on the track. They belong on the F'ing rack. They are free weights not pigeons. They are not going to return to their perches. Also don't be afraid to put them back in some kind of order. Now I can be guilty of this as well so I will slap my own wrist

SLAP!

There, I am not above the rules either.

Mr. Well The Steam Room Is Just Skin Scaldingly Hot Enough - Look it is a steam room not a freaking crock pot jackass.

Lastly to the two smokers who I see nearly everyday puffing on the lung darts before you come in to play hoops. Look, if you want to smoke, more power to you, but don't you think sparking up the old coffin nails before a workout is how they say, counter productive?

Okay you have heard enough of my petty little rants from my petty little life. Now I have to pack things up head home and go pack up another house.

I have let myself get distracted, yet again. Which is not a shock to my ADD addled mind.



Right now I have been busy with the the following: Getting the Better Half's Mom's house ready for sale, work, football in all of it glorious forms, cheese production in Denmark, futzing around on my Internet crack site FanIQ, the Idaho Art scene, watching the White Sox limp along in September, air hockey stars of the 70's, Calmatto, trying out Facebook, Dutch Elm Disease, and keeping my rage in check anytime John McCain or Sarah Palin are on TV.



I will be back to this blog to give you the underwhelming material you have come to expect here. Right now Boski Industries is hard at work at making this blog not suck as bad as it does.

Apparently not much, not much at all. So file this under Twinkee Filling.

Sadly it is one that sucks.

I have the incredible ability to take any thing with a cord and turn it into a tangled or a knotted mess. It never fails me that even when I trying to wrap it up and wrap it properly it still ends up getting tangled. Be it my I-pod headphones, the hose, the vacum cable you name it I could probably get it tangled up using only the power of my brain.

As you can see it is a superpower that is right up there with:



Really bendy thumb

Ability to calm jittery squirrels

Ability to communicate with corn

Magnetic colon



(Thanks to David Letterman and his wonderful top ten list)



I the ironic thing is I can't tie knots to save my life. Along with this and the ability to make mind numbing arcane references I don't have much else in the Superhero powers department. Now there are a couple I would like. Sure you can have the super strength, ability to fly, blah, blah, blah. I want to be able to have the power to do the following:



Be able to speak with the thickest Irish or Scottish borough humanly possible - I am talking really thick folks. You would need subtitles to understand what I am saying.


Be like Aquaman and be able to use telepathy, but instead of calling all the creatures of the sea, I want the ability to call upon washed up TV actors. So that I could have the likes of Ted McGinley, Betty White, David Fastino, Willie Ames and Bronson Pincho do my bidding. That folks, would be better than the army of cats I am trying to build.

The ability to avoid pledge breaks on NPR - Hey I already gave, leave me alone and let me listen to music.

Making really bad arcane references - Oh wait I do that now, and that not a superpower, it's more like an affliction.


Well that is what my little brain has for right now. Also this post seemed a lot funnier an hour ago. Hey if you have anything better let me know.

All I have is some lint from one of my pockets and a cabbage that looks like William McKinley.

Who wins in a tag-team match?

Blair Warner & Edna Garrett or Judge Milton Hardcastle & Mark "Skid" McCormick.

Look finding the answer to this may just help win that Noble Prize in Physics I have been craving.

I do love me television, outside of sports I catch some of less beaten path shows. I rarely care about things like the Emmy's, but yesterday I wanted to punch everyone on the nomination committee right in the neck.

Why Boski?

Simple.

The Wire = 0 nominations. That is {content removed, but let's say Tommy Lasorda blushed} wrong! Hey maybe it was a mistake, or maybe it was time for other shows and actors to get nominations since the The Wire has grabbed so many in the previous four years. Oh wait a second that can't be since The Wire has never received ANY nominations in five years.

0 are you F$%#ing kidding me!

That is F'ing honked up, and I am talk of biblical proportion . This was one of the best TV series ever, EVER to grace TV. Five years of great TV and no nominations. Okay I am still catching up on season five, only because our old TIVO took a dirt nap. So if any of you tell me what happens I will be pissed, pissed to the point where I will not give you any positive marks for your comments. . . immediately. I will seriously wait 10, 15 seconds. Don't try me.

Also Jimmy Kimmel got no nomination for JKL. Damn that was a bad week, first him and Sara breakup and now this. Look I know I am shill for Jimmy Kimmel but the show has been great. Look it should have got a nomination based on two things. "I am %$&ing Matt Damon" and the follow up, "I am %$#*ing Ben Afflec". Yes crude, but hilarity.

Thankfully Bryan Cranston and Gabriel Bryne got nominations for Best Actors in a Drama, especially Cranston who is spectacular in Breaking Bad. If he had not gotten a nomination I would be starting a one man riot. As for ol Gabe he was fantastic as the shrink facing his own issues in "In Treatment".

Alright I am done, I have not gotten this worked up over TV since Time Warner Cable took away the NFL Network or when Cousin Oliver showed up on the Brady Bunch. Now excuse me I have go the "What's Happening" when the Dobbie Brothers play at the high school and rerun gets busted for bootleg is on.

Also if I may have caused any seizures. I had about 12 different templates on here today, but you have to break some eggs if you want a peanut butter sandwich. Wait that does not sound right. Oh forget it, I am also trying rebuild this blog. During my blogs "Sybil" stage I lost a lot of links. So I am doing my best to reconstruct the blog and try to and some new stuff. So please let me know if this is alright or if you have any suggestions


Also I want to reassure everyone that I am not a degenerate gambler with all the gambling sites. I may a degenerate, but not a degenerate gambler. Hell I am willing to put money on it.

Just trying to find something new to roll with here on the Blog.

Please go about your business.

Management

Drop the Lucky Lager!

Moose belching causing Global Warming! Great, so now I have to worry if Marty Moose from the Getalong Gang starts doing keg stands.

Mad!

The world has gone mad I tell you.

What's next? Juvenile delinquents are pelting the elderly with pork products.

Wait a second, sadly I do live in that world.