Psych Test

Here's the deal:

I'll write 10 words or phrases and you write the first thing that comes to mind. Remember the FIRST thing that comes to mind. Oh yeah, the other stipulation, pretend your a dog.

1. Hot Air Balloon

2. Snausages

3. Squirrels

4. Hiking Boots

5. Carnie Freaks

6. High Lattitude Space Plasma Physics

7. Politics

8. Stranger at the Door

9. Empty Dog Bowl

10. Bath


There's the ten. If all goes well, I can use the responses to better understand how my dog interacts with his surroundings and make his experience as a dog better.

Flea Market, Southern Maryland Style

I thought I knew to expect when a friend invited me to a flea market. I’ve been to a few in Minnesota, Arizona and Montana. I guess all the flea market rules change once you get to southern Maryland.

First off, Southern Maryland is Rural. By rural, I mean cows, goats, Amish and tobacco fields, rural. The flea market had your usual stuff, antiques galore, cheap knives, and produce. That’s where flea market sanity ended.

Here’s a list of the more interesting things I chose not to buy:

Two pickups – one welded on top of the other, worlds largest popcorn machine – 2.5’ diameter, a two headed rubber ducky, vast array of blow-up dolls – including many animals, stick on beards and other various facial hair, a computer monitor that had a “does not work” sign on it, a deed to an Arizona gold mine – seller vouched for its authenticity, an ass – no not that kind – a donkey you sicko, a stop sign, and who could forget the factory seconds sunglasses table. Every single pair I tried on was blurry. Who the hell would actually wear these things? Bound to go cross-eyed in a few minutes.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I had fun. I even bought an SUV full of stuff and will probably go back next month for another load.

Here’s a list of the things I couldn’t live without:

Amish refurbished cedar-lined trunk, a Chinese desk lamp, beef bones – for Brutus of course, a few swords, a replica blunderbuss, a cat, a pound of beef jerky, some hot wheels cars, a slinky toy, a few USA t-shirts, a new boonie hat, a hand held rechargeable 1 million candlepower spotlight, a hammer, and a set of multi-color sharpie pens.
What a fun day.

I Got Screwed

Yup, big time. A whole eight inches.

Get your mind out of the gutter, perv! This ain't that kind of Blog!

My driver's front tire in the Tahoe took a 8" screw. What the hell does anyone use an 8" screw for, damn. Luckily the tires came with full coverage when I bought them. Covered the fix, and got the beasty rubber donuts rotated at the same time. I've been itching for a flat in the Hummer H1 (NOT the H2) so I could finally test out the tire inflation system on it, but NO! it had to be the Tahoe. I briefly thought about running the Hummer over the mega-screw that was pulled out of the flat tire, but I'd rather let it occur naturally than to stage a puncture.

You know it's a boring day when the most exciting thing to do is contemplate giving yourself a flat tire. maybe tomorrow i'll get my energy back. I think k_sra is hoarding most of the available motivational energy in the Eastern U.S. for her American Idol debut. Make sure to wish her luck here:

http://k-srasra.blogspot.com/

Bond, James Bond

40 years and still going strong. Predictable plots, worldwide locations, amazing women, lots of explosions, supervillains about to control the world, and of course, the great gadgets. The formula does well, but how long can it continue? So far it has stood the test of time, and even made a significant comeback with Brosnan's Bond character.

Bond's box office results:

http://www.klast.net/bond/boxoff.html

Great movies to take a 2 hour vacation from the real world, but don't bother if you like to apply little things like reality to your viewing experience.

So go ahead, dawn the Tux, get out the walther P99, find something gadgetlike and get lost in the world of Bond.

Burgled at Will

So there I am, last night one of my buds calls and says she's in a predicament. Her first question is, "do you still have your lock pick set?" Oh boy..

Oh my, Kristi, what did you do now? As the predicament unfolds, I learn she is house-sitting for her friends who will be gone for 5 days. Kristi locked her keys in the house, duh. Don't laugh, like you've never locked yourself out of something. Problem being, the owners two dogs were in the house as well.

Booyaah, finally I get to let my friend see my covert action hero skills and alter crime fighting identity that I've polished to a mirror finish over the last 20 years, yeah whatever. I had just polished off a six-pack of a fine imported lager, so I wasn't in a condition that I wanted to be on the road. I told her I'd give her a call first thing in the morning. Morning comes early and I get to the house, nice place - 2 story, 6 bedroom in a nice, small lot, upper class neighborhood.

After 'casing' the place, I target the side garage door, in plain view of the street, sidewalk and neighbors windows, since that lock is going to be the easiest. I guess lockpicking skills are like anything, if you don't practice you get rusty. I must have spent 25 minutes trying to get this thing open. Duing that 25 minutes, 3 people walked by down the sidewalk and said hi, at least a dozen cars drove by, and the next door neighbor backed her car out and waved before she drove off.

Talk about nice neighbors, sheesh.

Story has a good ending, I didn't get arrested, get treated to lunch for a week by kristi, and best of all - I saved the doggies!

You Are Small

Ever get that feeling you know too much, have mastered your surroundings, or have just about seen it all? Yeah, me too.

Here's where I go every so often to feel like the little speck of dust I really am.

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html

Rattling Window Clinger Thingys

Just a word of advice to anyone who lives near a heliport or military base with helicopter traffic and wants to put up those suction cup things with crystal thingys hanging down that rest against the glass:

DON'T DO IT.

I found out the hard way after I put up about a dozen of the neat little things that make colorful refractions and reflections around upstairs bedroom. Around 2 in the AM a MH-53 Helo decides to buzz the house at about 1000 feet, loud, but not unusual for my location. But in this particluar case, the window crystal dangly thingys started to vibrate and rattle against the glass so profusly, it woke my still semi-drunk consiousness out of bed. Thinking the world was coming to and end and some mothership was about to blast my house with one of those Independence Day zapper beams, I stumbled across the bedroom tripping over the newly arranged bedroom layout that my maid decided to torment me with the day before. Finally I made it to the armory and reached for the 40 megwatt plasma rifle. To my dismay the armory turned out to be the hall closet and I didn't see any palsma weapons of any megawatt range, so I had to settle for the baseball bat leaning in the corner. I made a bee line for the staircase. I found the stairs alright, all 19 of them, but not with my feet. Elbows, shoulders, knees, head, I think they all found a step or two.

So there I am at the bottom of the stairs, with a busted up body, a baseball bat and the helo well off in the distance now.

Just as I was about to get all bent out of shape, Brutus comes by and licks me in the face. What a pal. Dogs are such pals. Counldn't help but chuckle.

Oh, yeah. Dangly crystal thingys. They came down this morning.

The Person Responsible.

If you want to blame someone for this excuse of a blog, k_sra is responsible. I registered for one when I made a comment to her blog. Go easy though, she is sweet, but I bet would kick your butt if you made her really really mad.

Find Her Here.. http://k-srasra.blogspot.com

Not Exactly True

I admit it, my first post was a lie. I am not dagnbrut. I am dag, my dog is brut, but only I can call him that. You better start by calling him Brutus, it's for your own safety. Once you warm up to him, he will let the brut thing slide.

Not Anonymous

I am not anonymous. I am dagnbrut.