Mo' Fools
6.7.05
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3.7.05
End of the roll of toiletpaper
Negative slant in posting has got to come to an end. Will try to have something of a more positive note somewhere stuffed lengthwise into this drivel I call a blog. But for one last time -
If I didnt have bad luck, I wouldnt have no luck at all
OR - " Why the hell am I the one stuck with the end of the toiletpaper roll?"
Another comment on the situation life throws us, (me, for some God-unkown reason) holding the prime spot of sitting on the crapper, with 2 or 3 sheets of TP left?? Now, sure, once in a while, fine, chalk it up to odds or math staistics, or the blue friggin moon. Not me. I get it all the time. Now at home, Ok, once in awhile I can understand. But nooooooooooo. Every friggin day? What the hell are the odds of that? I love dice, craps, and vegas. This is surreal. Bet on me getting into the shitter, and looking forelorn at the TP dispenser only to find it - END OF ROLL, 2 or 3 SHEETS LEFT, per as usual. You could win a million, cause it is a guarnartee. No kidding. this always happens. Almost every day. I guess I could look at the bright side and feel "hey! my asshole and my plumbing work just fine, thank you!!!" , "I shit well every day!!!", "No colo-rectal-anal problems for me!!" - It is cleaning up that becomes a challenge.
Now before anyone feels the need to say - "asshole! check it before you sit!" I do. That is why I dont have to perform mad yoga moves to get the NEXT ROLL, (which I will inevitably be at the end of) , It is there mocking me, by my side, ( or rear, for that matter) laughing little TP laughs, knowing full well that the end of his TP shelf life will be in my hands. ( bastard!) ...
You say "hey, HM, doesnt your family have common sense enough to refill it when at the end?"
NO.
Sorry, they do not. They feel I believe, as head(!) of the house hold, it is my job, duty, slavewage, to replenish the shitwipes. Got me what sin I commited that got me into this living war with TP.
Mercy, throw me some mercy, please. ' Cause it is about to get worse.
You would think that situation is bad enough, but no again. The crapper gods, in the infinte wisdom they have, decided in some real bizarre-o meeting they must have, to curse me at all times to this dillema. Firehouse - The firehouse ALWAYS has 2 rolls full. Yeah, right. Not me. I could randomly pick any stall in the whole department, and I would find the one that is on the end of its life. W T F ?? Stations that have more than 1 or 2 stalls, you'd figure shit, 1 chance in 6, at best, I will find and sit at , the one with the end in mind.
So, there cant be more to this, can there? Oh no, O meek ones, the best is yet to come. Public restrooms. Gotta love 'em, huh? Who knows what mucus infested ass has sat on the rim or seat you are going to but your posh ass bottom on. So wipe, clean paper, whatever you do to prevent soiling your precious deriere. Why the fuck should I bother? Again, the roll will mock me. Of course, on this wonderful paradise I call home, we have the pleasure of industrail size TP rolls. Like spare tire size rolls. Take that last dime out, 'cause you want to bet that if I gotta shit, every stall will have the end. Every single one. I mean, like 9,000 people can shit wipe off a one roll. How the hell do I always end up with the last 3 slivers of wipeage work?
I bet if i shit in the woods, the trees would all be bare.
Didnt get to surf today either.
Peace.
If I didnt have bad luck, I wouldnt have no luck at all
OR - " Why the hell am I the one stuck with the end of the toiletpaper roll?"
Another comment on the situation life throws us, (me, for some God-unkown reason) holding the prime spot of sitting on the crapper, with 2 or 3 sheets of TP left?? Now, sure, once in a while, fine, chalk it up to odds or math staistics, or the blue friggin moon. Not me. I get it all the time. Now at home, Ok, once in awhile I can understand. But nooooooooooo. Every friggin day? What the hell are the odds of that? I love dice, craps, and vegas. This is surreal. Bet on me getting into the shitter, and looking forelorn at the TP dispenser only to find it - END OF ROLL, 2 or 3 SHEETS LEFT, per as usual. You could win a million, cause it is a guarnartee. No kidding. this always happens. Almost every day. I guess I could look at the bright side and feel "hey! my asshole and my plumbing work just fine, thank you!!!" , "I shit well every day!!!", "No colo-rectal-anal problems for me!!" - It is cleaning up that becomes a challenge.
Now before anyone feels the need to say - "asshole! check it before you sit!" I do. That is why I dont have to perform mad yoga moves to get the NEXT ROLL, (which I will inevitably be at the end of) , It is there mocking me, by my side, ( or rear, for that matter) laughing little TP laughs, knowing full well that the end of his TP shelf life will be in my hands. ( bastard!) ...
You say "hey, HM, doesnt your family have common sense enough to refill it when at the end?"
NO.
Sorry, they do not. They feel I believe, as head(!) of the house hold, it is my job, duty, slavewage, to replenish the shitwipes. Got me what sin I commited that got me into this living war with TP.
Mercy, throw me some mercy, please. ' Cause it is about to get worse.
You would think that situation is bad enough, but no again. The crapper gods, in the infinte wisdom they have, decided in some real bizarre-o meeting they must have, to curse me at all times to this dillema. Firehouse - The firehouse ALWAYS has 2 rolls full. Yeah, right. Not me. I could randomly pick any stall in the whole department, and I would find the one that is on the end of its life. W T F ?? Stations that have more than 1 or 2 stalls, you'd figure shit, 1 chance in 6, at best, I will find and sit at , the one with the end in mind.
So, there cant be more to this, can there? Oh no, O meek ones, the best is yet to come. Public restrooms. Gotta love 'em, huh? Who knows what mucus infested ass has sat on the rim or seat you are going to but your posh ass bottom on. So wipe, clean paper, whatever you do to prevent soiling your precious deriere. Why the fuck should I bother? Again, the roll will mock me. Of course, on this wonderful paradise I call home, we have the pleasure of industrail size TP rolls. Like spare tire size rolls. Take that last dime out, 'cause you want to bet that if I gotta shit, every stall will have the end. Every single one. I mean, like 9,000 people can shit wipe off a one roll. How the hell do I always end up with the last 3 slivers of wipeage work?
I bet if i shit in the woods, the trees would all be bare.
Didnt get to surf today either.
Peace.
Fourth Of July
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From post secret. Sure,you read it too. Vouyerism at its best psycho-babble added for taste.
4th brings back good small kid time memories of hanging w/ Sean blowing shit up all day long. No worries, no deadlines,no pressure.
No days like them anynore.
Posted the post secret for my own reasons - minutes seem like hours at times, and when you question what you coulda shoulda mighta done, you're useless, to yourself, to others, so do your best, get over it.
Peace. Happy, Safe 4th. Dont blow shit up.
From post secret. Sure,you read it too. Vouyerism at its best psycho-babble added for taste.
4th brings back good small kid time memories of hanging w/ Sean blowing shit up all day long. No worries, no deadlines,no pressure.
No days like them anynore.
Posted the post secret for my own reasons - minutes seem like hours at times, and when you question what you coulda shoulda mighta done, you're useless, to yourself, to others, so do your best, get over it.
Peace. Happy, Safe 4th. Dont blow shit up.
2.7.05
Golf Fundraiser / He who drinks with fishes / Photos coming soon / Study, Hawaiian, Study!!!!!!!!
Better to have let golf stay the hell away from me. Drinking breaks out on course & Killas home. HM beds early from heat & adukt beverages....
Pictures later.
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Pictures later.
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29.6.05
No Sharp Objects, Please! / Or how transexuals can play volleyball on the court next to you and be entertaining...
Finished work this AM. Lots on the plate w/ HFD. At the hotel hell now.
Yesterday while the crew was playing volleyball, the court next to our gang ( as it often is) was packed with transexuals, homosexuals, and other assorted gender-benders playing v-ball. I have nothing to say against peoples own choices. Whatever floats your boat, good for you. I am straight ( crooked in the brain) but you like what yo like, and it doesnt bother me a bit. Just dont stare at my ass, Thank you.
Only reason I say anything at all is the juxtaposition of 8 firemen playing a roughhouse game of v-ball (builds teamwork), and the 10-12 "girls/guys/?" next court, and the difference. Me, I find humor anywhere I can. I need it. So hearing the girls,etc...comment and sashay to and fro' is humor to me. it seems so bizarre to have such a opposite group playing right there. And the conversation that differs 'tween the two. Sure most of our crew have the homophobic view, snide comments and such. But in context of the situation, it is pretty funny. Especially when I have a brother in law who is gay as Liberace. So hearing the "girls" comments, and knowing what they are commenting about is funny shit.
A couple of the transgendered types are actually pretty good looking. They could pass for women easily, and do. We wont go into the military guys that fall for the ugly ones here. That is more hilarity than I have time for.
The comments are so opposite, from gender specifics, to sexual inuendos, the range of this shit would fill a book. Most of it was not directed at anyone, so no offense either side. But you know the girls were checking out the guys. And it is hard not to notice the squeals of the girls when they are playing. Funny shit.
There are some straight looking charecters that play with them, so the thought that pops into my head, is WTF is their picadillos? Are they transgendered humpers? Gay? Realted? A wide variety, too, "locals" "haoles" - a.k.a. white folk, african-american ("popolo" - not derogatory)
and others. Fat, skinny, medium. Interesting too is that they always herb out after, and we are drug tested, so who knows if we would test positive from second hand. Hawaiian Buds are potent, and the smell is super sweet.
Nuff of that shit.
Work is work, and that is that. Busting arse for HFD & Chief with all kinda responsibilites. Golf tourney on Friday. More drunk photos soon!
Surf = ZERO
That sucks the most.
Laters.
Yesterday while the crew was playing volleyball, the court next to our gang ( as it often is) was packed with transexuals, homosexuals, and other assorted gender-benders playing v-ball. I have nothing to say against peoples own choices. Whatever floats your boat, good for you. I am straight ( crooked in the brain) but you like what yo like, and it doesnt bother me a bit. Just dont stare at my ass, Thank you.
Only reason I say anything at all is the juxtaposition of 8 firemen playing a roughhouse game of v-ball (builds teamwork), and the 10-12 "girls/guys/?" next court, and the difference. Me, I find humor anywhere I can. I need it. So hearing the girls,etc...comment and sashay to and fro' is humor to me. it seems so bizarre to have such a opposite group playing right there. And the conversation that differs 'tween the two. Sure most of our crew have the homophobic view, snide comments and such. But in context of the situation, it is pretty funny. Especially when I have a brother in law who is gay as Liberace. So hearing the "girls" comments, and knowing what they are commenting about is funny shit.
A couple of the transgendered types are actually pretty good looking. They could pass for women easily, and do. We wont go into the military guys that fall for the ugly ones here. That is more hilarity than I have time for.
The comments are so opposite, from gender specifics, to sexual inuendos, the range of this shit would fill a book. Most of it was not directed at anyone, so no offense either side. But you know the girls were checking out the guys. And it is hard not to notice the squeals of the girls when they are playing. Funny shit.
There are some straight looking charecters that play with them, so the thought that pops into my head, is WTF is their picadillos? Are they transgendered humpers? Gay? Realted? A wide variety, too, "locals" "haoles" - a.k.a. white folk, african-american ("popolo" - not derogatory)
and others. Fat, skinny, medium. Interesting too is that they always herb out after, and we are drug tested, so who knows if we would test positive from second hand. Hawaiian Buds are potent, and the smell is super sweet.
Nuff of that shit.
Work is work, and that is that. Busting arse for HFD & Chief with all kinda responsibilites. Golf tourney on Friday. More drunk photos soon!
Surf = ZERO
That sucks the most.
Laters.
25.6.05
**7 inch extended single / 33RPM / Gimme back my black T-Shirt**
Not a moment goes by when thinking is irrelevant. Ow. That hurts to even think about. Deep, baby, deep as deep can get- thoughts.
The recent spew of BS from C & assorted memebers of the crew have 1 pissed off man living on a island amongst 800,000 others. Psychotic episodes aside, thunder clouds loom over head, aint no breeze, never had a chance to surf, ...Frickin' pissed. Nuf on that.
Someone, somewhere, explain the need for a $200 cell phone. The thing rings, you answer the fucker, and talk into the damn thing. WTF?
Most dark clouds are apart of that - along with assorted dumbass moves. All brought to you via the power of bitching, whining, woman. WTF x2 ?
Back to station 'morrow. Thank God. 24 hours plus away from retardeness...not a word, yeah, but says more than a real word would.
Flower leis in the hotel smell really fricking nice. 1 bright spot to today. At least I am aware enuf to notice 'em. All on the older Kupuna ( elders ) here for a ladies convention. Classy. Nice and classy.
Laters.
The recent spew of BS from C & assorted memebers of the crew have 1 pissed off man living on a island amongst 800,000 others. Psychotic episodes aside, thunder clouds loom over head, aint no breeze, never had a chance to surf, ...Frickin' pissed. Nuf on that.
Someone, somewhere, explain the need for a $200 cell phone. The thing rings, you answer the fucker, and talk into the damn thing. WTF?
Most dark clouds are apart of that - along with assorted dumbass moves. All brought to you via the power of bitching, whining, woman. WTF x2 ?
Back to station 'morrow. Thank God. 24 hours plus away from retardeness...not a word, yeah, but says more than a real word would.
Flower leis in the hotel smell really fricking nice. 1 bright spot to today. At least I am aware enuf to notice 'em. All on the older Kupuna ( elders ) here for a ladies convention. Classy. Nice and classy.
Laters.
24.6.05
Absolute Frustration / Stop Making Sense
Psychotic episode 1 - Get me out of this place.
Psychotic episode 2 - Are you for real? You cant be serious, you did what?
Psychotic episode 3 - Drive 25 miles, dont see a thing, drive back, dont see a thing, how the hell did you not kill yourself/someone else?
Psychotic episode 4 - "Go on, take the money and run"
Psychotic episode 5 - Derogatory term, useless except to piss females off.
Psychotic episode 6 - thefuckingstoveisthesizeitisandthatisthewayitisbecauseicantbe
heretofigureatouteverythingyoumanipulativesnideassedbitch
Psychotic episdoe 1,946.5 - Just waiting, waiting, to go fucking ape-shit crazy. Just. Wait.
Psychotherapy.
Psychotic episode 2 - Are you for real? You cant be serious, you did what?
Psychotic episode 3 - Drive 25 miles, dont see a thing, drive back, dont see a thing, how the hell did you not kill yourself/someone else?
Psychotic episode 4 - "Go on, take the money and run"
Psychotic episode 5 - Derogatory term, useless except to piss females off.
Psychotic episode 6 - thefuckingstoveisthesizeitisandthatisthewayitisbecauseicantbe
heretofigureatouteverythingyoumanipulativesnideassedbitch
Psychotic episdoe 1,946.5 - Just waiting, waiting, to go fucking ape-shit crazy. Just. Wait.
Psychotherapy.
23.6.05
Listed.
The interview list for FF2 came out today.
July 8.
Finally maybe more good than bad for a change.
2 weeks to study and worry, prolly blow a friggin gasket - My own M.O.
July 8.
Finally maybe more good than bad for a change.
2 weeks to study and worry, prolly blow a friggin gasket - My own M.O.
02 Tank blow out, Thoughts on what coulda been
The 02 Tank that blew... And if the occupant did not die behind the entry door, there would have been 3 or 4 of us dead.
When we got there, this apartment was a inferno. The wife was on the floor in the lobby, with a security guard an others doing CPR. Elevator to 2 floors below, and up the stairwell to the firefloor. The 4 of us - Bg*, Youngguy*, J*, Me. Bust the door, cant open it all the way. Victim was behind, blocking movement of the door. Find him, remove him, check, DOA. The worst part was feeling his burnt flesh on his wrists slide under my gloves. Attack w/ hose line. Start to open the door, which had a automatic door closing device on it. Just before we would be opening the door the tank blew. The whole building shook. Threw J* to the floor, and all of us looked and said "what the fuck was that?"Made entry, into what was one of the hottest places i have been in 10 years doing this. Weird, we put a whole shitload of water on it, and there was 20+ O2 bottles in this apartment. Residents were chronic alcoholics, COPD, and chain smokers. Can you say WTF? Sad that a person died, but it runs over and over in my head what woulda been, coulda been if things had been just a minute bit of difference. Oh well.
Came home, I guess that someone, somewhere, was looking out for us. Thanks.
O2 Tank #2 end of entry hallway
More Aloha Drive Fire
This was the one at the end of the hallway, the tiniest mo'fo hallway for the 4 of us to squeeze thru, SCBA's and all the other shit going down.
O2 Tank #2 - Hallway
Aloha Drive Fire
One of the 20 plus O2 tanks that were in the apartment. This was at the end of the entry hall, and when we entered, after the explosion, all you could see was this fucker, silouetted against the flames burning all thru the apartment. Didnt think about it at the time, but WTF prolly would not have been a bad thought. And to think I get paid less than 35K a year to do this. nice to know 2 jobs are needed to survive in paradise, while a ballplayer with a hurt pinky making 300 million cries like a bitch. You can see alot of the other tanks in the fore-back ground. More fun.
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