Chiclet Teeth

Gary Busey rules!

Flops Mosh Pit

It's no secret that I hate shopping at Flops Communist Supermarkets. It was a mosh pit for some reason--apparently all day as the frazzled workers indicated. Anyway, I grabbed a stubby cart and purchased cat food (what else?), cat treats (ditto), cat litter and two four packs of Johnnie Ryan soda (with real sugar). The lines were so ridiculous that I stood parallel to the registers behind a little old lady. Another register suddenly opened. A man yelled, "Mother, Mother another register is opening c'mon up!" She started to move when a little, middle-aged women who may have been standing in what she perceived to be a line started making skeevy gestures. Hanging with my NYC peeps has taught me to watch for people on the make. The old lady got in ahead of her son. The son and his mate looked at me as if I was going to make trouble. I said, "Go ahead, sir."--I wasn't about to interfere with someone extending a kindness to an elderly person, especially their own mom. I firmly planted myself behind them. A short, middle-aged woman looked up at me and declared, "You weren't in line."

"Yes, I was. I was standing behind that elderly lady who just went ahead." Another couple tried to argue with me about where they were in line but I stood my ground. They turned out to be okay and lived with the situation.

Shorty looked at the contents of my cart and said, "How rude. I only have one thing." (Like I had 42 things and was violating the "15 items or less" edict) As she started to walk away, I said, "You weren't in line. You were walking around!" It was the God's honest truth. The way I saw it, Ms. Biznitch thought she could just cut because she didn't have a cart. Just because you're schlepping some crummy store made rolls doesn't give you the right to get in my way. I'm tired of being taken for some dope who will just give in as someone violates my space. I hope those rolls join the others on your hips and ass you dried up old TWA Tea!



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Now playing: The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket
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Brolin v. Brolin

I've always thought James Brolin was way hot. It started when I was a youngster staying up "late" to catch Marcus Welby, M.D. just to check out Dr. Steven Kiley. I kept tabs on him over the years. I congratulated Babs aka Barbra Streisand for getting herself some good eats when they got hitched. But unfortunately, the apple seems to fall far from the tree when it comes to his son Josh Brolin. He seems to be hitting his stride as an actor in "No Country for Old Men" and the forthcoming "W" but he's just not cute. It's a real disappointment! He sort of looks like his dad but upon further inspection, his eyes are too close together. No soft spot for him but I am looking forward to "W". I wish I could look forward to his dad coming over to my house in about an hour...

Mug Shots--Major League Busts

The Smoking Gun has done it again with a salute to Major League Baseball! Don't miss out on the three hot tranny messes from suburban NYC!

County Executive Botox

I love a man who's vain enough to get his face chemicalized into a permanent state of puzzlement but won't spring to get the bags around his neck rectified. What a tool!

Bugger or Booger Off!

In the midst of a fun week-end; Vietnamese grub (reet-reet) at Pho 99, Religulous--Bill Maher's take on all things Judeo-Christian, and watching Willie Nile at the Lafayette Tap Room, my sinuses decided to do a number on me! I had a raging headache until last night at about this time. Mucinex D is like manna from heaven--yeah it dries out my mouth and I'm constantly whizzing but at least it minimizes the thunderous earache and headache that my sinuses cause.

As I suffered through Monday, I learned that some big governmental muckety mucks lunched with some of the higher ups at work. One is a tool who's all about privatizing while the other isn't judicious about where he uses his married tool. It was amusing to learn that ringers were being sought from the staff to make the workstead's cafe look busy. Monday is their slow day. In this economy most of my peeps have cut back on lunching there--it's nice but the cost adds up. The muckety mucks lunched in what used to be "bum's row". Before they moved the furniture, it was lined up along the perimeter of the cafe. Those who could afford to eat were center stage while the homeless and the run of the mill crazies sat in what were newer chairs looking in. It was a creepy scene and almost surreal. A microcosm of the real world--those who can afford it chow down and ignore Buffalo's underbelly as they look on. It was really uncomfortable--I sort of stopped eating in the cafe because of it. Now they've been relegated to the window area way across the hall. They get a nice view and the cafe customers do, too. Nonetheless, the governmental types better wake up. Those bums could become the majority if the economy continues going the way it is.

I made it through the work day to tend to my night time duties. A book discussion event. I helped work the door. We had our usual gang of idiots mixed in with the mostly nice people that show up. Earlier in the day, my liberrian senses told me that the set up at the door was going to be a hassle. The table for donations, etc. blocks a ramp that the handicapped could use. The retired staff member who runs the event doesn't seem to give a damn. I guess he skipped out the door before the long arm of ADA compliance reached him.

I was sitting at the offending table in my misery but trying to be pleasant. I smiled and said "hello" to an older woman who moved at a steady clip while carrying a cane with four prongs. She seemed okay so I didn't say anything. A lot of disabled people don't like it when you fuss over them. They usually say something or look very troubled as they try to move. Those are my cues to jump in and help. As she walked by she said, "Think of yourself, dear." When my ear is plugged due to sinus problems, I constantly ask people to repeat themselves. So I asked and I received. I looked at her and said quite puzzled, "What makes you say that?" She proceeded to bark about the ramp being blocked. I offered to move and interrupted Mr. Retiree's conversation with Betchbag (an organization member who treats me like a 'Girl Friday'--she seems to think I'm young and stupid, I know I think she's old, obnoxious, and petty) by loudly saying, "Excuse me, that lady needs help!" She kept moving and claimed an aisle seat toward the back of the room. The reality is the ramp would've have taken her out of her way. Those two steps while possibly painful meant less walking. She was just being abusive--she's bitter about her condition and takes the arrangement as a personal affront. She complained previously but it fell on deaf ears. I was really offended by her remark as I frequently hold doors for many people and if I see a disabled person struggle, I do my best to help. The old bitch ended up dozing off during the presentation. Hmmmph!

She managed to leave without trouble and I was glad to see her go. I noticed a lady in a people cart with oxygen tubes. I was proactive and approached her about moving the table. Despite all that was wrong with her, she was very pleasant, thanked me and said that her husband would help her. Your attitude determines your latitude as Kanye would say.

I got the hell out of there as soon as possible and exchanged my Mucinex DM Maximum Strength for the Mucinex D. Of course, I had to present my license and sign off on my purchase of pseudoephedrine because in the name of narco-terrorism, I could be setting up a meth lab instead of suffering like hell with an earache/headache. The "Combat Methamphetamine Epidemic Act of 2005" was rolled into the USA Patriot and Improvement Act of 2005. Oh yeah invade my privacy that will keep me safe from the bogeyman or was that the booger man?

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Now playing: Government Issue - Asshole
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Douchebags!

Kardio Mix This Betch!

I recently made my triumphant return to the gym. I've been going several times a week mixing cardio and weight lifting. It's made me feel and look better. I decided to take an exercise through community education just to try and challenge myself. I attended this evening and I was not prepared at all. I arrived right on time and this Tazmanian Devil instructor was already worked up into a lather with everyone jumping and bouncing around. The music was loud and she was shrill with a Baaahflo accent. She would perform moves but provide very little instruction or explanation on how to execute them. Her moves were complicated and it was hard to see what she was doing. After awhile, I stood arms akimbo and at one point hand on hip ghetto style before I grabbed my shiznit and headed for the fitness center. I was so disappointed! I did the rowing machine and lifted some weights while I observed a "Stronger Bones Better Bodies" class. Gone was the frenetic pace, bad music, and Sgt. Betchbag orders. They were actually laughing and having fun while doing weight and balancing work. Since I can't get my $ back, I asked if I could switch to that class instead.
Six minutes 'til pitbull with douche starts...