"Pastor" (not sure how anything this person ever said or did corresponds to any definition of the word) Fred Phelps, Sr., creator of the godhatesfags.com website and head of the Westboro "Baptist" (his church was not affiliated with any denomination, Baptist or otherwise) "Church" (The only members were family and a couple neighbors; the IRS yanked their 503c years ago) is dead. Maybe now he's enjoying his version of heaven where he will be sodomized for all eternity by the dead soldiers whose funerals he and his "church" desecrated. You really have to wonder about a guy who spends his entire adult life 100% focused on gay male sex. Speaking of which, has CPS ever checked up on the kids in this "church"? Do they have such a thing in Kansas? Anyway, it sounds like the whole thing started blowing itself apart in September 2013, when the church excommunicated Phelps Sr. for being too nice to gays. Or they finally discovered what many of us have assumed all along; Phelps was suffering from a classic case of self-loathing.
As a counterpoint, watch this:
Album should be available in the US this summer. Amazon has her CD listed as available on April 8th, but the price is over $40. She's supposed to be in America this summer; one would assume that will coincide with official US distribution and a more reasonable price.
And summer appears to have finally arrived. Hot, muggy and buggy. All that's left is for the snowbirds to fly back north.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Post Number 2,001
I didn't realize at the time, but the previous anniversary post is also the 2,000th post. That's a lot of typing.
Not a great deal going on at Chez Frost. We're both working our way through our respective busy seasons. I'm not working a great deal of hours, like back in the day when I would put in 60-70 hours a week during tax season, but I'm working a lot of days. I'm sitting at The Desk at least six days a week, but working short shifts. Which completely sucks. Working only five hours still pretty well screws up the rest of the day as far as getting anything else accomplished. I always have big plans, especially when I'm working the late shift, about all the things I'm going to get done in the hours that I'm not at work. Yet somehow, very little if anything seems to get done. The Stuff just piles up and up. There is no way I can get through the pile in the one day off. Fortunately, I do have a break coming up in the form of a couple 5-day weeks. The irony is that I'll likely spend my two days off doing income taxes for family and park people....
Debbie has been cranking it out big time at her work. She just set a new office record for the number of cabins sold in a single pay period. Most are still not taking insurance (which is what her bonuses are computed on), but enough of them are that she's gotten a couple big checks so far this year. Which of course go right out the door, mostly into the ever-eager arms of the Medical-Industrial Complex. It seems that's all we work for: paying medical bills. Of course, under Obamacare, that is exactly what we would be doing; sending our entire take-home pay to either our health insurance provider or to pay all the doctor bills and prescriptions that won't be covered by our expensive health insurance. Or we can just continue paying cash for our medical expenses like we've been doing for years, and give Obamacare a giant middle finger.
And that's pretty much our life at this point.
Not a great deal going on at Chez Frost. We're both working our way through our respective busy seasons. I'm not working a great deal of hours, like back in the day when I would put in 60-70 hours a week during tax season, but I'm working a lot of days. I'm sitting at The Desk at least six days a week, but working short shifts. Which completely sucks. Working only five hours still pretty well screws up the rest of the day as far as getting anything else accomplished. I always have big plans, especially when I'm working the late shift, about all the things I'm going to get done in the hours that I'm not at work. Yet somehow, very little if anything seems to get done. The Stuff just piles up and up. There is no way I can get through the pile in the one day off. Fortunately, I do have a break coming up in the form of a couple 5-day weeks. The irony is that I'll likely spend my two days off doing income taxes for family and park people....
Debbie has been cranking it out big time at her work. She just set a new office record for the number of cabins sold in a single pay period. Most are still not taking insurance (which is what her bonuses are computed on), but enough of them are that she's gotten a couple big checks so far this year. Which of course go right out the door, mostly into the ever-eager arms of the Medical-Industrial Complex. It seems that's all we work for: paying medical bills. Of course, under Obamacare, that is exactly what we would be doing; sending our entire take-home pay to either our health insurance provider or to pay all the doctor bills and prescriptions that won't be covered by our expensive health insurance. Or we can just continue paying cash for our medical expenses like we've been doing for years, and give Obamacare a giant middle finger.
And that's pretty much our life at this point.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Happy Blogiversary
I've been dumping inanities on the internet for ten years as of today. At least using Blogger. There was the daynotes site before that and endless e-mail lists and forums going back to before the days of the internet (anyone remember Compuserve? Prodigy?). But this iteration started ten years ago today sitting in the cabin on our property in northern Michigan, running my laptop off a bank of deep-cycle batteries while connected to the internet at a blazing 14.4 Kbps over a phone line that General Telephone had run along the ground and hung on tree branches. Sweet.
I've dug up more Uncle Charlie info, but I don't have it together enough to make another post out of it. I just jumped on here because Debbie happened to look at the calendar today and remind me that I started this thing ten years ago today.
I've dug up more Uncle Charlie info, but I don't have it together enough to make another post out of it. I just jumped on here because Debbie happened to look at the calendar today and remind me that I started this thing ten years ago today.
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