It’s a long long road, from which there is no return


Today’s Chronicle had this little tidbit.

Thomas had a deep voice, full beard, chest hair and even signs of male pattern baldness, Dr. Margaret Weirman testified.

Oh yeah, and she was getting a shave when the tester showed up. Bad form sports fans. And she testified that she wasn’t doing steroids. Really? I love the part where she weighed 50 pounds more than she does now. Today, also in the Chronicle, Scott Oster suggested that the Giants added to their staff by subtracting 240 unwanted pounds. Pretty harsh on Mr. Bonds, but that just comes with the cloud of suspicion that hangs over him. Power lifters get tested too. Somehow they’ve never tested me, (I don’t do anything I shouldn’t) but they did test one of my 65 year old friends. That one always makes me giggle. The Colonel’s Wife would never break any rule under any circumstances, but they tested her. They also tested this woman that showed up exactly once down in Southern California. It was such a joke at the time that it still sticks out in my mind. She came in with ridiculous musculature, pimples all up her forearms, a receding hairline and a voice deeper than mine. All of us regulars looked at each other and raised our collective eyebrows. She initially won everything she entered, but that didn’t hold. They tested her butt THAT DAY. Thanks for playing our game, she was outta there. I’ll never understand why people have to cheat like that. If you aren’t good enough just go do something else or work harder, but cheating is for losers.

Speaking of power lifting, I finally got back into the gym for a decent workout this morning. I can’t tell you how great that felt after hacking my way through every day since the first week in March. I’ve been taking the dogs on a three mile walk every other day, but I don’t see that turning into a partial jog for at least another week. I’ve been told that one day the hack just disappears. I cannot wait for that day.

It just doesn’t seem to make sense


I use Search Engine Optimizers and counters and all sorts of bells and whistles on this site. I know roughly how many visitors I average, blah blah blah. That’s how more and more people find PBE. And more gentle readers equals more dialog and more fun all around. One of the reports I get is google keywords. So for the sake of David Letterman, here’s my top ten.

  1. get a life, unemployed, self absorbed bitch
  2. Doberman Pinschers
  3. Bunny Ear template
  4. Bunny ears for dogs
  5. Loki’s world Doberman
  6. come on somebody why don’t you run
  7. should have been dead on a sunday morning
  8. pinkbunnyears
  9. ajicito pepper
  10. munchenhausen by proxy

What’s not to love with a list like that. Google those items and you’ll get here! Actually, YESTERDAY get a life, unemployed, self absorbed bitch took you here first. And that’s a lot more clever than I am. Today I’ve got less google juice on that boolean search.

Doncha just wonder who bought the donuts for the Intero office meetings yesterday? Me too.

Rita’s new diet looks better than what I had for dinner. She seems very happy with it. Beauregard’s none too happy that she’s getting a third meal and he’s not.

One of my friends sent me this link. Every day he puts up new super cute pictures of his boxers playing. Not that kind of boxer.

Yesterday I went down to the San Francisco Courthouse to pull some old MacInerney’s on a deal I’ve been working on for seemingly forever. Life was good when I arrived, but soon thereafter, a protest about the Olympic torch and China and something about a bloody torch from China and a shrill woman with a bullhorn after two hours made me want to Kill Kill Kill, with blood and guts and veins in my teeth, I wanna kill. And I really needed a handful of Advil. I don’t really think protest in the street has any value any more. It’s noisy, often shrill and makes the voice in my head scream back “Shut the Hell up!” I can’t be the only one. I also don’t think our policymakers give a crap about some shrill woman leading 40 miscreants in a chant about bloody torches in front of San Francisco City Hall. It’s more like what Mark Felt said in his Deep Throat days, follow the money. Stop the money, you change the policy, it’s that simple in today’s America. Nobody was screaming in the street about RESPA, but we have a new modest proposal.

Anybody besides me read the proposed new RESPA regs? (…The Wine Dog asked knowing full well that the Radical has read it all.) If the “script” had existed three years ago and was required, I doubt there would be a mortgage meltdown. There would have been a lot of three day cancellation notices being sent in and a lot of notaries sitting in front of a stack of unsigned documents in empty rooms. And I didn’t have to listen to any shrill voices on a bullhorn.