tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87318816341252199512024-03-05T22:36:29.620-08:00Life of OpusOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-2491090101593525742017-08-24T06:36:00.000-07:002017-08-24T06:36:09.371-07:00Man's Best Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Mrs. Penguin has a rat terrier who we shall call The Leaner. Why "The Leaner"? Because he insists on sitting right next to you and leaning on you the whole time. It's kind of oddly uncomfortable. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Besides the leaning, he is the sweetest dog alive. He is not a barker and he doesn't chew up anything, he just really likes to be touching someone when he's sitting down.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">He may be the sweetest dog that has ever lived but he is also the dumbest animal God has ever breathed breath into. He means well but he's just a little idiot. With that being said, he is a big fan of riding in cars. Trust me, that will come back into this story in just a minute.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">I got home from work one evening right as </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Mrs. Penguin was heading out the door to go to her job. We had a quick hallway romance and she took off.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">What's that? You don't know what a "hallway romance" is? That's when you pass each other in the hall and say, "Love ya!", "I love you too."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Mrs. Penguin left for work and about twenty minutes later she called me and asked if I could meet her to pick up a dog. She said she didn't have time to bring it all the way back home. I figured The Leaner must have sneaked out the door and jumped into her van without her noticing. I was surprised it took her so long to finally spot him.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">I drove to meet </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Mrs. Penguin and as I walked up to her van she handed me a yellow ball of fluff about the size of a meatloaf. It turns out that she was driving down the road and this hairball was walking down the middle of the highway. She thought she would get it off the road and take it to the closest house. The problem was, there wasn't a house for a couple of miles in any direction. It seemed like the dog either got lost or was abandoned. It looked healthy and it was very friendly. It had some dried mud or something on it's back but it was well fed.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">When we got to the car </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Mrs. Penguin turns to me and said, "I don't know who the dog belonged to but obviously they weren't taking too good of care of her." I immediately thought, "Crap, we have another dog." Yep, we have another dog. I'm not too upset because she's adorable.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span>Opus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-53957987394192754612014-06-04T15:37:00.000-07:002014-06-04T15:38:16.497-07:00It's Been a Good Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't be the only one who does goofy stuff like this to keep themselves occupied.<br />
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I picked the five hottest women at my work and I keep track of how many of those five I see each day. That's how I rate my day.<br />
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For example, I only saw four out of the five so today was a 4-star day. Get it? I know it's goofy but it passes the time.<br />
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Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-17130303487127801542014-05-30T10:48:00.001-07:002014-05-30T11:31:33.938-07:00What's That in the Road?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was doing laundry the other day. Yes, that's right ladies, men can do laundry too. As I was taking the last few remaining items out of the dryer I saw several pieces of change in there. I was alternating between picking up a piece of clothing and putting it in the basket and picking up a coin and putting it in my pocket.<br />
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I'm out and about running errands and I stopped by Taco Bell to grab some lunch. Notice I didn't say a "good lunch"? The girl behind the counter told me how much I owed and I reached into my pocket and I pulled out some kind of garment.<br />
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It seems as if I got carried away shoving coins in my pocket and I accidentally put some small item of clothing in there as well. It was an honest mistake so I didn't think much about it until I noticed the girl behind the counter looking at me kind of strangely. I looked down at the item of clothing in my hand and I realized it was a pair of my wife's panties.<br />
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It was at this point that I had a moment of clarity. It was as if I was seeing myself from a third person's point of view, and what did I see? I saw a grown man standing in the middle of Taco Bell holding a pair of women's panties. I also saw that the man wasn't with a woman. Therefore, it looked like this man was some kind of cross dresser, or he was attempting to pay for a smothered burrito with women's undergarments.<br />
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I quickly shoved them back into my pocket, paid for my food, and left as fast as possible while trying to not make eye contact with a single person.<br />
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As I was driving I started thinking about my situation. These were obviously my wife's underwear and I just needed to take them back home. But then I thought, "What if Mrs. Penguin is home and she sees me pulling a pair of her panties out of my pocket?" She would never believe it was an accident. No problem, if she was home when I got there I would just leave them in my car until I could safely return them. That sounds like a great plan, right? But what if I forgot them and at some point in the future Mrs. Penguin found them in my car? I don't care if those things had her name and address stitched into them, there is no way I would be able to convince her that they didn't belong to another woman.<br />
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What to do, what to do? Wait, I have an idea! Yep, you guessed it. I chucked those suckers out the window of my car and I never looked back.<br />
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I'm a real problem solver.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-8383620206379278392013-09-25T10:47:00.001-07:002013-09-25T10:47:21.060-07:00Globe Trekker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"<i>I want to hang a map of the world in my house, and then I'm gonna put pins into all the locations that I've traveled to. But first I'm gonna have to travel to the top two corners of the map, so it won't fall down.</i>" ---Mitch Hedberg<br />
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If you don't know who Mitch Hedberg is, you should look him up. He was one of the best stand-up comedians of his time. He died way too young.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-65429424151205447962013-09-25T07:46:00.001-07:002013-09-25T07:46:48.128-07:00Redheaded Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just got to the episode where the character of Ygritte had a nude scene. Damn! Rose Leslie is my new favorite actress. Sorry Julia Stiles, you've been replaced.</div>
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Opus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-57708656239849283242013-09-25T05:01:00.000-07:002013-09-25T05:01:01.454-07:00Bows and Boobs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been catching up with the <i><a href="http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Game_of_Thrones_Wiki">Game of Thrones</a></i> series and this is my favorite character. Why? Because the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3310211/">actress</a> is hot and I seem to have a thing for <a href="http://lifeofopus.blogspot.com/2013/06/an-angel-from-asgard.html?showComment=1372367649954#c5486735216012826159">warrior women</a>. Where did that come from? Plus she looks like <a href="http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Princess_Merida">Princess Merida</a> from <a href="http://www.disneystore.com/disney-princess/brave/mn/1010606/">Brave</a>. That cartoon was oddly stimulating.<div>
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The last post was about <i><a href="http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Doctor_Who_Wiki">Doctor Who</a></i> and now this one is about <i><a href="http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Game_of_Thrones_Wiki">Game of Thrones</a></i>. This blog is turning nerdy.</div>
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Opus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-36238677829455913262013-09-20T03:09:00.000-07:002013-09-20T03:09:08.740-07:00Allons-y<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The low fuel indicator light in my car looks way too much like a Dalek. It makes me think that my car wants to exterminate me.<br />
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All of you <i>Doctor Who</i> nerds will feel my fear.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-12349075737940351402013-09-11T09:33:00.000-07:002013-09-11T09:33:04.545-07:00The Circle of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are a couple of tiny kittens that have adopted my front porch as their new home. It seems they have entered their killing phase because yesterday I found a dead mouse on my sidewalk.<br />
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GD1 and I were walking and she said;<br />
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GD1: Hey Papa, look at the damn mouse.<br />
Me: What?!<br />
GD1: Right there, it's a damn mouse.<br />
Me: What kind of mouse?<br />
GD1: It's a damn mouse.<br />
Me: Why are you calling it that?<br />
GD1: Because it's not alive anymore.<br />
Me: Wait, what?<br />
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It finally dawned on me that she was saying "dead mouse".<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-20685316478398021142013-09-11T07:38:00.000-07:002013-09-11T07:38:07.037-07:00My Dog is a Butthead Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After the vet debacle, I figured I'd take Han to the park so he could play.<br />
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I stopped by Sonic and grabbed me a burger so I could eat lunch while Han played. I sat on a bench and Han ran to and fro peeing on everything and chasing geese. He was swimming in the pond with the geese so I let my mind wander while I ate. I didn't notice that Han jogged up and stood beside me. Then he did the doggy shuffle. You know what I'm talking about! That weird shake thing wet dogs do. The only problem was that Han holds about five gallons of water in his fur. When he shakes I have flashbacks to my visit to Niagara Falls.<br />
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Normally I don't mind getting a little dog water on me but dang it, I was holding a burger! And it was a good burger too. I think he did it on purpose. Butthead!<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-88953729894233662422013-09-11T07:29:00.001-07:002013-09-11T07:29:43.052-07:00My Dog is a Butthead Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"<span style="background-color: white; color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Han - Big yellow Labrador Retriever. Friendliest dog ever!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">That's how I described him on my family page. After yesterday I'm now convinced that he's a butthead.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I noticed that he had a small patch of hair missing so I was concerned about him. Now I can't have my buddy being sick so I took him to the veterinarian to have him checked out and he made a serious fax pas. I guess the smell of all the animals that had been in that office freaked him out. I could tell he was really nervous as soon as we walked in. I started talking to the receptionist when I noticed an awful smell. I turned around and Han was taking a huge poop right in the middle of the floor. Since he was the only dog in the room it was kind of hard to blame it on anyone else. I don't think they would have believed that huge pile came from the gerbil being held by the little girl.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Needless to say, that started our visit off on a sour note.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Footnote: It turns out that Han has a small skin infection and I have some cream to put on him for a week or so.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Don't judge me,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Opus T. Penguin</span></span></span>Opus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-76940886251872386232013-09-05T16:17:00.000-07:002013-09-05T16:17:52.549-07:00I'm a Real Whiz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me tell you how every one of my work days begin.<br />
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My alarm goes off at 3:30 AM and I jump out of bed to turn it off before it wakes up anyone else in the house. I'm very considerate like that! Then I prowl through my dresser for underwear and socks and then my closet looking for the rest of my clothes.<br />
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Here are a couple of facts that I've left out. I do my clothes shopping by the light of my phone. Why? So I don't wake up Mrs. Penguin. Again, I'm considerate like that. It's hard enough trying to find socks that match or a shirt and pants that go together when I'm at my best, but at 3:30 in the morning while I'm half asleep and almost completely blinded by the lack of light is a herculean task. Here's the other fact that I've left out, when I wake up every morning I'm on the verge of peeing all over myself. I'm talking about a beaver's dam trying to hold back Noah's flood. <br />
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Now since I'm so considerate, I don't like to leave the room and then come back because I'm afraid I'll make too much noise and wake up Mrs. Penguin. See what a nice guy I am? What I end up doing is quickly jerking clothes out of the closet while I go back and forth from foot to foot doing the Pee Pee Dance.<br />
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I'm a grown man, yet this is my life *sigh*.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-78011777033804650122013-09-04T14:35:00.001-07:002013-09-04T14:35:34.315-07:00I'm a Monster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple of days ago I went with several family members to a Mexican restaurant for lunch. I'm not really sure what the dish was that I ate but it had strips of steaks, strips of chicken, pieces of bacon, and shrimp in it. I was eating it without much thought other than, "This tastes pretty good."<br />
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After we left the restaurant, I started thinking about that dish and I realized that a cow, a pig, a chicken, and several shrimp had to die for that one meal (and I'm pretty sure I saw a dead fly in there too). Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge meat-eater but that was just too much death for one person's lunch.<br />
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I'm not saying that I'm suddenly going to start grazing on bean sprouts and tofu but I think I'll limit myself to killing just one animal per meal. It's my little way of helping our little animal friends.<br />
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Two notes about this post;<br />
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1) I know this sounded cruel but keep in mind that this post was done tongue-in-cheek.<br />
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2)Notice the picture? I did a quick search for a picture of "PETA" to put on this blog as joke about saving animals but I couldn't resist taking a jab at those hypocritical a-holes. Also, if you search for "PETA" you will come across lots of pictures of a half-naked actress named Peta Wilson. Just FYI.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-80401762862519413702013-08-20T11:49:00.003-07:002013-08-20T11:49:51.190-07:00Our Town's Sheriff Has Fleas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Han, my oversize and over friendly Labrador Retriever, was playing with some other dogs the other day and one of the dogs, a black Dachshund named Gretel, was being mean to a little puppy. Han calmly walked over, picked her up in his mouth, carried her to a corner of the fence, set her down, and stood there and watched her. Neither dog moved for a good five or ten minutes. Finally, Han got up and walked away and Gretel went back to playing.<br />
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Then it hit me, my dog just put another dog in "time-out".<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-9020988602505763662013-08-20T11:08:00.002-07:002013-08-20T11:08:16.624-07:00Let's Get Ready to Rumble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just poured Super Glue into a non-stick pan. Somebody is about to be wrong.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-35199487415769026782013-08-20T10:06:00.001-07:002013-08-20T10:06:13.491-07:00What I'm Currently Reading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been putting if off forever but I finally broke down and started <i>A Game of Thrones</i>. I'm only a few chapters in but I'm liking the characters so far.<br />
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By the way, the first person that spoils any of it for me will be beaten about the head and neck with a German chocolate cake. I'm serious!<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-4630101328860118722013-08-20T10:01:00.003-07:002013-08-20T10:01:34.358-07:00I'm a Junkie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Netflix, you're killing me. I'm trying to catch up with the last season of Breaking Bad and you keep buffering. Not cool, Dude.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-55535833687394352512013-07-26T04:15:00.001-07:002013-07-26T04:15:03.774-07:00He Shoots, He Scores<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mrs. Penguin and I took Opus Jr. and a couple of the grand kids to <a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/">Chuck E. Cheese</a> the other day. While we were there Opus Jr. challenged me to a game of air hockey. I guess the young lion thought it was time for him to challenge the alpha male for the right to rule the pride.<br />
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We're playing and I'm beating him like a drum, of course. I'm serious, it wasn't even close. I think the score was seven to zero or something like that. He was getting pretty frustrated and he was determined to at least score one goal. He had the puck sitting right in front of him and he was planning on making the world's most powerful air hockey shot. He had the little paddle in his hand, he cocked his arm back as far as he could, he slammed the paddle forward in a sweeping arc of power and majesty, and he completely missed the puck. The paddle went zooming through the air and passed within inches of my head. The best part of this trick shot is after he let go of the paddle he pulled his arm back and it brushed the puck that was still sitting right where he left it and it slid back into his own goal.<br />
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I busted out laughing and he started whining about how that goal shouldn't count. After I stopped laughing I told him that I would let him make one goal to make up for that one. I moved my paddle off the table and presented him with a wide open goal. He tapped the puck and it slid slowly toward my end of the table. I couldn't help myself, at the last second I reached down with my paddle and smacked the puck back toward the other end. He wasn't expecting it so he couldn't react in time and the puck went into the goal. Now he was really howling!<br />
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Okay, I apologized and promised him that he could have two goals and I wouldn't trick him again. This time he made me step back from the table. He wasn't taking any chances so instead of just tapping the puck he smacked it pretty hard. He was so concerned about my blocking it at the last second that he didn't take the time to aim very well. Big mistake! The puck missed my goal, rebounded off the wall and shot like a rocket right across the table and into his goal. <br />
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At this point I was laughing so hard that I was on the floor with tears in my eyes. When I finally got my breath back I went to say something to Opus Jr. but he was gone. Apparently he just put his paddle down and walked off without saying a word. To this day that game has never been discussed again.<br />
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Some people are sore losers. Then again, some people are sore winners too.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-68923664162776666592013-07-24T08:10:00.002-07:002013-07-24T08:10:57.700-07:00Talking Dirty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend Mrs. Penguin and I went to a farmers market. We checked out all the fresh produce and bought a few we've never heard of before.<br />
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The thing that caught my attention was all the spices. I'm use to seeing spices in little bottles, so it was weird seeing huge piles of fresh spices. I was like a kid in a candy store and I had to smell about every single one of them.<br />
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Let's fast forward to lunch. We went to eat at a little BBQ place and I whenever I went to eat something I noticed that it smelled great but the taste was rather bland. It wasn't until after we left that I figured out the smell was coming from all the spices on my hands from the farmers market. I turned to Mrs. Penguin and said, "I should have rubbed my hands all over my meat." Her response was, "Do whatever you have to do, just don't tell me about it and clean up after yourself."<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-67810452223266996962013-07-17T03:23:00.001-07:002013-07-17T03:23:22.421-07:00What I'm Currently Reading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dan Brown's Inferno.<br />
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Without a doubt, he has a definite style. It's almost as if you're reading a history book more than a mystery novel.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-46044928654131910602013-07-05T10:54:00.002-07:002013-07-05T10:54:31.838-07:00Their Service was Garbage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We used a service to pick up our household trash that was a complete joke. If we were lucky, they would pick up our trash once a month instead of once a week like they were suppose to do. Back in February we called and cancelled our contract with them. Yesterday we received another bill from them. This is the conversation I had on the phone:<br />
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Garbage Man: Hello.<br />
<i>Me: Hello, we had service with you but we cancelled it four months ago and I just got a bill in the mail. As a matter of fact, I've gotten a bill ever month.</i><br />
Garbage Man: Obviously the service wasn't cancelled.<br />
<i>Me: Didn't you notice that I haven't paid you for months or that you haven't picked up our trash either?</i><br />
Garbage Man: Uhhh....<br />
<i>Me: Listen, even when we did pay you, you never showed up on the right day or you only picked up a portion of the trash.</i><br />
Garbage Man: Uhhh...<br />
<i>Me: That's not important anymore because we're using someone else now. You need to just stop sending us bills.</i><br />
Garbage Man: Well, you're going to have to pay the final bill.<br />
<i>Me: Why? You didn't do anything to earn that money?</i><br />
Garbage Man: But we still had you on our books so it will have to be paid.<br />
<i>Me: Let me get this straight, if I hadn't called I could have just not paid the bill and no one would have noticed. Heck, you might of still picked up my trash once or twice a month even if I didn't pay.</i><br />
Garbage Man: We would have noticed and turned you over to a collection agency.<br />
<i>Me: Why am I arguing with you? You want to get paid? Fine! I'll drop the check into our trash can and put in by the curb. Let's see how long it takes you to pick it up.</i><br />
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Just for the record, I'm not paying them squat.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-69011982991021102862013-07-04T07:09:00.001-07:002013-07-04T07:09:55.178-07:00Got Milk?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If your family is like mine, then you usually go through a gallon of milk pretty quick.<br />
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I hate standing in the dairy isle of a grocery store while some old hag digs through all the jugs of milk looking at expiration dates. She's looking for that one magical carton that won't expire until the cows come home. I want to ask her how often she has to throw out old milk. Seriously, does she have to trash milk because she's kept it past the expiration date? Does it happen often? Here's a thought, get a smaller carton of milk!<br />
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Since we go through milk so quickly, I just grab the first carton I see. It's not an Earth shattering event but it does save me some time and it makes my life that much simpler. <br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-10381037973685420432013-07-04T05:34:00.001-07:002013-07-04T05:34:15.960-07:0040 - Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over in England the <a href="http://www.wimbledon.com/">Wimbledon</a> tennis tournament is currently happening. Other than really athletic girls in tiny skirts, does anyone care about tennis?<br />
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Let me say it again, <i>hot girls in mini skirts</i>. Now that's what I call a sport.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-63850759572492940362013-07-04T04:55:00.001-07:002013-07-04T04:55:11.824-07:00This Post Goes Along With the Last Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I must be really slow.<br />
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In college I had a roommate named John King. He always said that he wished his first name was Joe so he could introduce himself by saying, "Hi, I'm only Joe King." Get it?<br />
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I wrote that whole last post and it never clicked that the guy's name was Joe King. I've got to look up my old roommate and let him know. I have no idea where he is but just on a hunch I'm willing to bet I could find him by looking up police records.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-58168587488957314742013-07-04T04:47:00.001-07:002013-07-04T04:47:40.050-07:00They All Float Down Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just a little update on yesterday's quick post.<br />
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I mentioned that I was reading <a href="http://www.joehillfiction.com/">Joe Hill</a>'s <i><u>NOS4A2</u></i> in yesterday's post. I'm about 2/3 of the way through the book and I finally realized something. As I was reading it I noticed it sounded a lot like a <a href="http://www.stephenking.com/">Stephen King</a> book. The style of writing, character development, back stories, and overall flow seemed just like King's works. Heck, even things from King's books were mentioned like "Shawshank prison" and "inworld".<br />
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At this point I knew something was amiss. I looked up the author, thinking it might be a pen name of King like back in the day when he used <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bachman">Richard Bachman</a> on some of his books. Close but no cigar.<br />
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The author, Joe Hill's full name is Joseph Hillstrom King. He's Stephen King's son. If you ever see a picture of father and son you'll know they're related (or cloned).<br />
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I understand when a child of a famous parent uses a stage name so they can succeed or fail on their own merits (<i>ie</i> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emilio_Estevez">Emilio Estevez</a>). However, if you're not going to do anything different then your parent you might as well make the best of the connection. Joe Hill's book is so obviously influenced by his father's work that it would only make sense to have it sit right next to King's books on bookshelves. Plus, if you're going to take concepts such as names and places from your parent's work then you're not really succeeding on your own. It's as if you used their work but not their name.<br />
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Oh well, if Stephen King doesn't mind then I guess it's none of my business. Plus, I like the book and it's good to know that style of writing will continue after King retires. Just as long as Hill doesn't do a long series with the world's worst ending (yeah Stephen, I'm talking about you and <a href="http://www.stephenking.com/DarkTower/">The Dark Tower</a> series!). Seriously, the ultimate bad guy who influenced and destroyed entire worlds and all you could come up with was him throwing snitches from the <a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/">Harry Potter</a> books?<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
Opus T. PenguinOpus T. Penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806236576348287466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731881634125219951.post-3575201093203838762013-07-03T07:42:00.003-07:002013-07-03T07:42:48.962-07:00What I'm Currently Reading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know you don't care but it's my blog, my rules.<br />
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Don't judge me,<br />
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