Super Daddy

D1 called me yesterday and told me that she just had internet hooked up in her new house.  She said SiL1 and her have been trying to get the wireless network working for a couple of hours.  She wanted to know if I would come over and fix it for them.

When I got there D1 had to leave for work.  It took me less than two minutes to get it fixed then I played with the grand kids for a few minutes then left.  I stopped by D1's work and she asked me if I got her internet working.

I must have given her a are-you-freakin'-kidding look because she quickly just said thanks.  It's a good thing because I was about to go off on her.  I have a college degree in computer networking, I spent years managing networks at the local college then at a large oil company.  Did she think I would have a lot of trouble setting it up so she could use her iPad while she's on the toilet?  Seriously?!


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Plastic Bricks or Gold Bricks?

Are Legos dangerous?  Have they been hunted to near extinction?  Are they only found at the base of an active volcano in some remote jungle full of cannibals?  Are they made from asteroids that are believed to have been covered in the tears of angels as they rocketed through the heavens?

No?  Then why are they so expensive?  They're made out of plastic, and not a lot of plastic either.  We have a Lil' Tikes car that has a million times as much plastic as a Lego and that thing costs about as much as lunch at Taco Bell.

Opus Jr. loves Legos.  Actually, he loves getting them, opening the box, pouring them all over the floor, watching the first five minutes of the four hour procedure as I put them together, checking every few minutes to see if it's done yet, and then playing with them for 30 minutes before he sticks them in his closet for the rest of his natural life.

But no matter how much I complain about them, I keep buying them for him.  I'm a sucker.

Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Forgive Me Because I'm About to Sin

Today is Mrs. Penguin's birthday so I spent all day yesterday trying to find her a gift.  Such is my life that things got weird.

I tried every store I could find in the hopes of finding the perfect present.  I ended up at a christian bookstore.  I found a couple of things that I knew she would like so I grabbed them.  I went to the counter to pay for them and the young man behind the counter asked me, "Aren't you D3's father?"  I told him that I was and then he said, "I don't think I've seen her since we left the hotel."

Christian store or not, I was going to have to beat this young man so long that it would turn into a career.  He must have sensed the thrashing coming because he quickly said, "We were in Costa Rica together!"

Ah yes, when D3 was in high school she went to Costa Rica with one of her classes.  This near-death survivor must have been in the same class.  He may want to learn how to phrase his statements a little better.  You know, for safety sake.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Should I Feel Happy?

Update on the last post;

I just found out that the person that is no longer following me deleted their whole account.  Maybe that means I bored them completely off of the internet.  Is that possible?  Please don't answer  that.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Lassie, Come Home

I lost a follower of my blog today.  I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of sad.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

What's Your Momma's Name, Child?

I went to call Mrs. Penguin and I was scrolling through my contact list but I couldn't find her.  You see, my contacts are listed by last name but I couldn't remember her last name.  My mind blanked.

I will never tell her that.

footnote:  We have the same last name.  How sad is that?


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

XXXL?

They were selling Breast Cancer Awareness shirts here at work and I ordered one for a guy that's off today.  I knew his wife would like one but I didn't know her size.  I would just guess but she's pregnant right now and that's a tiger den that I'm not going into. 

If I buy a shirt that is too small she will think she's fat and she'll start crying.  If I buy a shirt too big then she will think she looks fat and she will start crying.  Even if I get the shirt the correct size, she will look at the size and start crying.

Nope, not getting involved with that.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Google Let Me Down

I have a few questions about international sporting events.

Why do international teams "Americanize" the names of their countries?  For example, why does any team from China have "China" written on their uniforms instead of "中华人民共和国"?  Why does Germany stand being called "Germany" instead of "Bundesrepublik Deutschland"?  Why are Japan's players' names written in our alphabet instead of their own?

Americans would lose their minds if an American team had to wear Arabic, Greek, Russian or some other lettering on their uniforms.

It's just something I've always wondered.

footnote:  I got the names of Germany and China off of Wikipedia.  Is they mean something offensive in those languages then I'm sorry.

One more footnote.  Check out the picture.  There should be more sporting events where hot chicks wear mini-skirts.  The world would be a better place.

Last footnote, I promise.  I wanted to name this post "Play Ball" in German but Google couldn't translate it.  So disappointed!


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Getting to Second Base

When someone signs a letter with "XOXO" then it means "hugs and kisses", right?  Does that mean the next time I see them in person I'm allowed to grab their boobs since we've already hugged and kissed?  That's the logical next step after making out with someone.

Makes you think, doesn't it?


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Meth Makes You Nervous

I have got to stop going to the Mexican restaurant down the street.  Nothing good ever happens when I go there.

I called in an order and I was standing in line waiting to get my food.  There was a man the size of a Greyhound bus in front of me and a girl at the counter that looked like most of her nutrients came from drinking the bong water.

The crackhead got her food, stood there looking dazed for a minute or so, then turned and walked out the door.  I look out the window and she's standing right in front of my car.

If you've been reading my posts then you know that I am very fond of my car.  I take offense when it's being eyeballed by a random crackhead.

Suddenly, I realized that I forgot to lock my car.  I pushed the button on my key fob to lock my doors but I forgot that the car's horn beeps when it locks.  The horn tooted and it must have startled the crackhead because she jumped and flung her bag of food into the air.

Let me sum up this post.  I just wanted to run out and get myself a burrito for lunch.  That's all I wanted.  Instead I ended up apologizing, buying a crackhead lunch, and stopping by the car wash to remove nacho cheese from the hood of my car.

From now on I'm eating from the vending machine.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Those Germans Can Really Bust a Move

Speaking of road trips.

Back during the summer Mrs. Penguin, Opus Jr., and I went to Oklahoma City for a couple of days.  We saw some pretty cool stuff but there is one thing that really stood out.

We stopped to eat at a cool looking German restaurant/bakery called Ingrid's Kitchen.  It was kind of early on a Saturday afternoon but the place was packed.  While we were eating there were some people preparing a drum kit and a piano.  I thought, "Great, we get to hear some music." 

I started to look around the place and I noticed that there were several elderly people just sitting around and not eating.  About that time an elderly couple set down at the table next to us.  The gentleman asked if we were there to dance.  Huh?  Dance?  Us?

I told him that we weren't dancers and he proceeded to tell me in great lengths about how people come out every Saturday to dance at Ingrid's Kitchen.  He told me all about the type of music they place and how some people danced a west coast swing while some danced an east coast swing.  He looked so happy and excited that he kind of rubbed off on me.

Let me interject at this point to tell about the other half of this couple.  The gentleman must have been pushing 90 but the woman looked like she was in her late sixties at the latest.  The gentleman was smiling from ear to ear, the woman looked like I ran over her cat back in the old neighborhood and she was still holding a grudge.  The gentleman talked non-stop, the woman never grunted a single syllable.

By the time the music started Opus Jr. and I were all excited about seeing these people cut a rug.  We watched with excitement as an older fellow slid behind the drums, an even older fellow settled down at the piano, and a woman that could have been their grand-mother grabbed a microphone.  With a "one and a two" we were off and running.

There was a blur of grey hair as senior citizens rushed the floor like it was the mosh pit of an Anthrax concert.  Our guide joined the fray.

After the way he talked, I was really looking forward to seeing our new friend shake a leg.  A leg was pretty much all he shook.  I'm serious.  Grumpy stood in one spot while Mr. Talker wrapped his arms around her waist and moved his feet 2cm at a time.  He still had the biggest smile you've ever seen.  She still looked like she was still pissed that Alanis Morissette's song Ironic didn't have a single example of irony in it.

Opus Jr. was tugging at my arm saying, "Dad, dad!  Look, old people are dancing!"  He was having the time of his life.  To this day, if you ask him anything about Oklahoma City all he will say is, "I saw old people dance."

footnote:  Sorry Alanis Morissette fans but nothing listed in Ironic is actually irony, it's just bad luck or bad timing.
Oh yeah, the picture at the top is an actual picture of the event.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Out on the Town

Mrs. Penguin and I took a little trip this weekend.  Nothing big, we just wanted to get out of the house for a while.  We hit up a couple of farmer's markets, a free concert in the park, some out of the way shops, an oddball restaurants or two, and a few tourist traps.  All in all it was a good weekend.

This part of the conversation gets a little "adult" so anyone that is easily offended may want to stop reading now.

Still reading?  You perv!

Is it just me or is hotel sex better than home sex?  There's just something about it, I think it's because Mrs. Penguin knows that she doesn't have to change the bed.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Last Call for Alcohol

Do they still make wine coolers?  That was the bomb back in the day.

When they were big, it seemed like every commercial on TV was shilling some kind of wine cooler.  Heck, even Bruce Willis was a spokesman for one.  My favorite was the old guys selling Bartles & Jaymes.

For those that missed out on the wine cooler crazy, I pity you.  That stuff was liquid panties remover.  The first bottle was nervous giggles, the second was pure Spanish fly.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

You're in My Spot

WARNING

If you ever come to my house, don't place anything breakable on my couch. Over the years I have managed to sit on countless TV remotes, cats, dogs, toys, two plates of Snickerdoodle cookies, and GD2.

Sitting on GD2 wasn't completely my fault. She was only a month or so old and she was tiny. Her mother had her wrapped in a baby blanket that matched my couch so well the army has decided to use it for their next camouflage pattern.

Just remember, you have been warned.

Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Her Name was Coral

Why do people cry when Bambi's mom gets killed but no one mentions it when Nemo's mom snuffs it?


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Opus T. Penguin

Now It's Personal

If you're one of the two people that actually read my blog then you may remember this story.  If you have stumbled upon this blog by mistake and have no interest in reading the back story then you can kiss my butt and get out of here.

That was kind of rude, wasn't it?  Let me apologize.  If you are new to this site then let me say, "Welcome".  Now, please click this above link so you can get caught up with the rest of us and then I can continue with my story.

Here's my tale of woe;

I got off of work yesterday and as I get to my car I see a pile of dog poop the size of small child sitting right beside the driver's door of my car.  Since I drive a Fiat, the pile was actually blocking a good portion of the view of my car.

I know that pile wasn't there when I got out of my car in the morning.  Heck, I couldn't have gotten out of my car if it had been there.  That means that the dog (and I'm convinced it's the same one that stole my tacos) had made an effort to cozy up to my car and do his dirty, sinful business.  It looked like he had been saving up for a while before he did it too.  I didn't check but I'm willing to bet that there was some Mexican food mixed in there as well.

I got in the passenger side and crawled across to the driver's side like I was crawling through a rabbit hole while carrying Santa's toy bag on my back.  Again, let me say... it's a small car!

In case that dog happens to be reading this blog, let me take this opportunity to quote several '90s movies, "IT'S ON!"


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

She's Bad Luck

We have a new addition to the family.

A woman at work heard me talking about my cat and she asked me if I wanted another one.  I immediately screamed, "NO!".  Then she hit me with the sob story.

It seems that she found five solid black little kittens in a dumpster behind a car wash.  I have no idea what this woman was doing going through a dumpster behind a car wash but that's none of my business.  Anyway, she took the kittens to her house and now she's looking to find them permanent homes.  I'm a sucker for stories like that so now we have a tiny black ball of fur running around my house.

Here's the problem.  We have black hardwood floor all throughout our house.  Not only is the kitten very tiny but she blends in perfectly with the floor.  I've already stepped on her a dozen times.  When I get off work today I'm going to get her a collar with a bell.

Just so you know, her name is Poubelle.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

That's Just Crazy

True story!

I just found out that Opus Jr. has a teacher that recently got married.  Her name was Miss Looney until she married Mr. Benz.

She goes by Mrs. Benz now but I think she's missing a golden opportunity.  Think about it, she could be Mrs. Looney-Benz.  Get it?  Mrs. Loony Bins!

Yeah yeah, I know it's elementary school humor but it made me smile.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

God Save the Queen (to be)

The United States gets stuck with a reject from Planet of the Apes, Michelle Obama and England gets Kate Middleton?  Serious?

Hey England, can we forget about that whole Boston Tea Party thing?  Let's shake hands and forget that silly little thing we call the American Revolution every happened.  We will be more than happy to have taxation without representation as long as Kate comes visits "the colonies" every now and then.

I know you're probably still a little upset at us for leaving you so I'll make you a deal, you don't have to send Kate to America.  Just let us put her picture on our stamps and send us Pippa!

Two last things;
1)  If you go for my deal, please make Harry keep his pants on when he comes over.  If you want to have Pippa take her's off, I'm good with that!
2)  My comment about Michelle Obama is not racist.  I'm not saying it because she's black, I'm saying it because she looks like one of the monkeys from that movie.  Sorry, but it's true.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Always Read the Label

A co-worker comes into the office this morning.  This is our conversation.

Me:  Dude, your eyes are seriously red.  Are you high?
Co-worker:  No, they've been pretty irritated for a few days now.
Me:  Have you seen a doctor?
Co-worker: No, but my wife gave me some old eye drops that she had at the house.
Me:  They're not working.
Co-worker: I know, I think it's actually made it worse.
Me:  Let me see those eye drops.
(I examine the bottle)
Me:  Ummm, these are ear drops.
Co-worker: No they're not!
Me:  It says so, right here on the bottle.
(I show him the bottle and he squints his eyes and reads it)
Co-worker: Yeah, but a lot of antibiotics will work for ears and eyes.  That's normal.
Me:  Maybe, but it says in great big red letters "FOR EARS ONLY".
(Again, I show him the bottle)
Co-worker: Hold on a minute.
(He takes out his phone and calls his wife)
Co-worker: B*%$#, are you trying to kill me?!

Whoops, time for me to leave.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

It's All About Me

Just a quick note; I'm trying to expand on the "about me" part of this blog.  Click here or the "Opus T." tab at the top of the page.


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Opus T. Penguin

Hey Bubba, Grab Yer Gun

I'm confused.  Poor little deer, who never hurt anyone, are shot for sport but this sea-donkey gets to walk around free.  Where is the justice in the world?

footnote:  I'm not really "anti-hunting", I was just using this post to highlight the fact that I'm "anti-crappy-music".

One last thing, I would like to apologize if I've hurt the feelings of any sea-donkeys.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Bucket List Part II

 

I want to take one of those art classes where you sit around drawing a picture of some naked person.

I can't imagine being in a situation where a naked woman wouldn't mind me saying, "Excuse me, would you mind moving your left elbow just a little?  I need to get a better look at your boob."

Make no mistake, my picture would totally be a stick figure but I promise you that it would take me weeks to complete it and it would be the most well researched stick figure in history because I would examine every inch of the subject to make sure I got it right.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Bucket List Part I

 

This is the first installment of what will be an ongoing feature.

I've been thinking about my life and I think it's time to write a "bucket list".  I'm not smart enough to think of a long list so I will be doing them one at a time.

 

Before I die, I would like to float down the Canal du Midi on an inflatable version of myself.

I know you're probably asking yourself, "WTF is he talking about?" but let me explain.  The Canal du Midi cuts through the South of France bypassing some incredible scenery and I would love to see it.  Heck, who wouldn't?

"Well yeah, that makes sense but why would you want to do it on an inflatable version of yourself?" is naturally your next question.

My answer:  'cause I'm cool like that.

Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Riddle Me This

Here's a riddle for you.

What do the poor have and the rich want?
What is bigger than God and worse than the devil?

The answer will be in the comments.


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Opus T. Penguin

Please Don't Hurt Me

Opus Jr. is studying martial arts.  He has a main instructor and a secondary instructor.  The secondary instructor is a woman that teaches at an elementary school in town.  She posts notices around their dojo and she also sends out texts to keep the parents updated.

I've noticed several times that she uses the term "alot" instead of the correct "a lot".  Since she is a teacher I really want to correct her but since she's also a black-belt I'm afraid she'll kick my butt.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Schools Turn Kids into Mooches

So far today I've bought cookie dough and Krispy Kreme Donuts from people selling crap for their kids here at work.  I would rather schools just send the kids to my house and ask for money.  For that matter, I would rather the kids just run up to me on the street, punch me in the junk, and take my wallet.  That way I wouldn't have to watch their parents looking embarrassed about hitting me up to pay for overpriced food.

Don't get me wrong, I will still buy boatload of cookies the next time I see a Girl Scout.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

How Do You Say "Ouch" in Portuguese?

There was an article in the news today that cracked me up. 

The article talks about a former MMA fighter that was mugged by two guys on the street and he proceeded to defend himself. Well, that's one way to say it.  Another way to say it is, he beat the living snot out of them.

If you didn't read the article, I would like to point out a few things that stood out to me.

1.  After he knocked out the guy, he continued to hit him a few more times.  I guess he was just driving home his point.

2.  When the other guy ran off, Gracie jumped in his car and tracked him down.

3.  Choking out the second guy wasn't enough.  Gracie still punched him.

4.  After knocking them out, he tweeted a picture of them.

I'm betting those two guys are wishing they would have just gotten jobs instead of resorting to crime.

I know it wasn't nice but it made me smile.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Please Submit a Blood Sample Before Posting

Question:  Do you know what a "CAPTCHA" is?
Answer:  It a picture of numbers or letters that you have to enter to verify that you're not a bot trying to spam a website.

Nope.  Try again.

Question: Do you know what a "CAPTCHA" is?
Answer:  It's the most annoying thing about blogs.

That is correct!

Many bloggers will write that they appreciate and really look forward to comments but then they make it a pain in the butt for you to leave one.  Those stupid pictures are hard to read and the reward for getting one wrong is... having the privilege of doing it again!  YEA!

How much spam do you really get?  Is it worth annoying your readers?

Come on people, help me make this world a better place.  Kill the CAPTCHA!

footnote:  There were a lot of exclamation points in this post.  That's not really like me and I'd like to take the time to apologize.  However, I would not like to take the time to go back and remove the extra exclamaion points.  Weird, huh?


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Daddy's Little Girl

As I stood outside an office I overheard half of a telephone call.

(my thoughts during the pauses)

Well tell her to get out of bed and get ready for school.
(as a father, I've had this conversation many times)
No, she can not stay home because she's "sick".
(yep, been there too)
Good, now tell her to hurry up and get dressed  Oh, and make sure she wears pants.
(my son is the same way. it could be snowing outside and he would still wear shorts)
That's fine.  It's suppose to be hot today so she can wear shorts.
(I guess the kid won that round)
Just make sure her butt isn't showing.
(young kids will wear a dish cloth if you don't watch them)
Yeah, she can drive my car.  Just tell her to be carefull.
(drive?  How old is this kid?  She must be a teenager!)

At this point I quit listening.

As the father of four daughters, let me tell all of you new dads something.  If you have a daughter, there will come a time in the teenage years where you will have to do butt and boob checks on those girls before they leave the house.  I'm not talking about staring at your kid's girly parts.  I'm talking about making sure no one else can stare at her girly parts either.  Think I'm crazy?  Just wait.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Not Pretty or Smart

While sitting in my living room with Daughter #1, we were watching her two daughters play when she turned to me and teasingly said;

D1:  I bet you wish your children were as pretty as mine.
Me:  You're one of my children.
(long pause)
D1:  Did I just call myself ugly?
Me:  Yes, yes you did.

Not my proudest moment as a parent.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

I Was in the Right Place to Repent

Yesterday I was sitting on a chair at church and Mrs. Penguin's best friend was standing next to me.  I was looking at pictures on my phone (this was before services had started) and I dropped my phone.  It landing right between Mrs. Penguin's friends feet.  I didn't think anything about it, I just picked it up.  When I looked at the screen I saw that it had switched from viewing pictures to the camera.  It didn't take a picture but it got me thinking.

What if that had taken a picture when it landed?  It would have been a perfect shot right up Mrs. Penguin's friends dress.  That would have been a little hard to explain.  I'm sure Mrs. Penguin would understand that I was a sick degenerate who simply wanted to see her friend's panties and she would have called me a pervert and started the divorce proceedings.  There would have been no muss or fuss.  However, since we were in church at the time, I'm pretty sure she would have called me the devil, plunged a cross straight through my heart, burned my body and then sent the ashes to the Pope for an excorism.

I do want to make one thing perfectly clear about this post.  I dropped my phone on accident and there was no picture.  Got it?  I don't want anyone thinking I'm one of those creepy guys that hang out at the park watching the female joggers while I play with "the change in my pocket".


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

We have a cleaning woman in our company that spends more time talking than she does cleaning.  She is sweet as she can be but every time she walks into an office she will be there for 30 minutes just talking.  She will clean for five minutes then talk for half an hour about anything on her mind.

Recently she has had a "helper" going around with her.  I thought she was probably training her replacement without even knowing it.  I would be willing to bet that was the original plan but there was a glitch.  It seems that this woman will work like a house-elf as long as she has someone to talk to.  The other woman doesn't even do anything.  She just follows her around and talks to her.  I'm assuming she actually works here, she may just be a friend of the cleaning woman that has nothing else to do during he day.

If you think about it, it makes sense for the company.
1 woman = 10% of the work.
2 women = 110% of the work

footnote:  Our cleaning woman looks nothing like the french maid in the picture.  Not even close!  As a matter of fact, I'm not entirely sure they are the same species.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Would You Like a Tissue and Some Privacy?

If you were in the middle of a conversation with someone, would you whip out a roll of toilet paper and proceed to casually wipe your butt?  Why do people assume that it is OK to blow their nose while talking to other people?  It's nasty.  The best part is after they blow their nose they will look into the tissue and smile like they've won a prize.

People are weird.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

I'm Really Pissed Off

I think  am pretty sure my dog pee'd in my left shoe last night.  It's been feeling weird all day.  There is a certain four-legged butthead that is in for a world of trouble when I get home.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Joining the Amy Carter Support Group

The Democratic National Convention has been all over TV for the last few days.  This morning they were showing some clips from last night and they showed Obama with his two daughters.  That got me thinking...

I assume Obama's kids are surrounded by yes-men just like their dad is, but I wonder if they actually know that their father is considered the worst president this country has ever seen.  Do they actually read reports about how Jimmy Carter is thankful that Obama sucks so bad because now everyone will forget about how bad he screwed up while he was in office?

It just makes you wonder how shielded the kids are when their parents are in office.  Did Chelsea Clinton know that her dad was using the Oval Office as his private S&M club so he could violate interns with cigars or did she find out only after she left the White House?

It makes me glad that my dad was a truck driver and not a politician.  On the same hand, I'm sure my kids are happy that I'm too big of a doofus to get elected to anything.

footnote:  If you're a supporter of Obama and I've offended you please leave me a comment and I will do everything I can to make it right.  By "make it right" I mean I will read your comment and laugh at you until I pass out.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Bad Boys, Bad Boys

I stopped to get gas this morning on my way to work and I stumbled into a real life episode of COPS.

There was a woman officer standing between her police car and another car and she was talking to a young man.  The man was obviously drunk and he's leaning over the woman and yelling at her.  She's talking into her radio that she has on her shoulder while slowly trying to back away from the guy.  It looks like the guy is about to hit the cop when out of nowhere this other guy shows up.  He calmly walks up behind the drunk guy, wraps an arm around the guy's neck in a choke hold, uses his other hand to open the back door of the police car, throws the guy inside, slams the door, and then just walks away.  It was like something out of a Chuck Norris movie.  The cop was so stunned that she never even said anything to the man.

My first three thoughts were;
1) That was surreal.
2) What kind of person is drunk at 4:00 in the morning on a weekday?
3) Since everyone here is focused on what just happened, I wonder if I can sneak off without paying for my gas.

Just for the record, I did pay for my gas.  I was afraid not to pay.  I thought Zorro, Batman, the boogie man, or whoever he was would pop out of the dark again and get me.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Wasn't Their Drummer Named "Ringo"?

Whatever happened to the Dixie Chicks?  They were huge, then they shot their mouths off and disappeared.

It's a shame.  I always thought their lead singer, Natalie Maines, was cute in a chunky sort of way.  I always got the impression that she was one Pabst Blue Ribbon away from yanking up her shirt and showing everyone the goods and I really wanted to be there when that happened.

Oh yeah, they also made music.  Of course it was music that sounded like someone trying to shove a cat up a canary's butt.

footnote:  I hope whoever worked on that picture received the Photoshop equivalency to an Academy Award for all the effort they put into that.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.

There needs to be a special island where we can send women every 28 days.  I'm not trying to punish them so it can be a really nice island.  I'll bet Hawaii has one that they're not really using.

Since it's election season, if there was a candidate that ran on the "3 Days a Month in Hawaii" platform I can guarantee they would win by a landslide.  However, they may not carry the Hawaiian vote.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Rednecks on Tour

I took the tribe on vacation to Niagara Falls last month.  We took the boat tour called The Maid of the Mist that takes you right up next to the falls.  They give you a plastic rain jacket so I expected to get a little wet.  I didn't expect to get soaked to the bone.

We were on the top deck of the boat and there was a group of Chinese people standing right next to me.  How do I know they were Chinese?  It's a guess.

When we came out of the mist I wiped the water out of my face and muttered to myself, "Daggum".

I don't know if that is a common word that inspires hilarity in China but that group beside me just about busted a gut.  All I heard was tons of laughter, lots of conversations in Chinese, and the word "daggum" repeated over and over.

Somewhere in China the story of the hillbilly American is told to small children at night as they sit around the campfire.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

Stray Cats and Cool Cars

I walked out of my house this morning and two cats ran out from under my car.  My first thought was, "Wow, my car's big enough for two cats to sleep under?  Awesome!"

Just in case you're curious, that really is my car in the picture.


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Opus T. Penguin

Making a Better Me

I think I would be a better person if I could start each day by slapping an orphan.

I know right now you're thinking "WTF?!!!".  Before you post an angry comment just give me a second to explain.

If I started each day by slapping an orphan I think I would spend the rest of the day thinking, "Oh my god, I can't believe I smacked a poor little street urchin.  I better be super nice to people all day to make up for it."  Then I would spend the rest of the day opening doors for little old ladies, helping to teach the handicap how to yodel, and generally being one heck on a good citizen.

I'm not too sure the orphan would be thrilled about my plan but I think in the cosmic scheme of things the good that I would do would override the bad.  Trust me, this is all about improving myself.  It has nothing to do with a desire to abuse parentless children.


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin


footnote:  This whole post is obviously a joke.  I happen to be very anit-child abuse and very pro-adoption.  I actually thought about replacing "slapping an orphan" with "kicking a puppy" but that would have brought in just as many angry letters.  Again, it was just a joke.

Meow

The movie wasn't anything special but there was one scene that made it all worthwhile.

Anne Hathaway, as Catwoman, climbs onto the Bat-cycle and they show a nice closeup from the rear.  That one view convinced me to buy that DVD the minute it comes out.  Heck, I may buy two.

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Opus T. Penguin

The Dog Ate My Tacos

My day just officially turned to crap.

I wasn't in the mood to eat at the cafeteria here at work so I called and ordered a meal from the Mexican place down the road.  I go and get my food and I'm coming back into our building through a side door which requires you to wave your name badge in front of a panel.  I sit down one of the bags I'm carrying so I can grab my badge out of my pocket when out of nowhere a dog the size of a rhinoceros comes charging at me.  Without missing a stride he grabs the bag sitting on the ground and disappears before I can even register what is happening.  I'm serious, he didn't even slow down.  It was like he had been practicing his whole life for that one shot at my lunch.

After I get over the shock of what happened I looked around and, I'm not kidding, there are two small dogs sitting in the parking lot just looking at me with smiles on their faces.  There isn't a doubt in my mind that they were laughing.

I'm so pissed right now that I want to go eat a hot dog just because of the name.

By the way, "the size of a rhinoceros" may be a little bit of an exaggeration.  Looking back, I'm pretty sure that dog was part Chihuahua.  That still doesn't make it right!


Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin