Sunday, March 5, 2017

Cord Cutting Conundrums

Although I’ve dabbled with cable a few times in my adult life, I’m what you might call a cord cutter. In fact, I cut that cord long before the term cord cutter was even in vogue. In the early days, I used to use rabbit ears and a VCR. This was back when dial-up was still popular, so YouTube hadn’t even been invented yet.

As time passed by, different avenues of entertainment presented themselves. Oh, sure, I’ve used torrents here and there… Who hasn’t? If you don’t have a DVR, it’s a pretty reliable way of catching last nights episode of “The Big Bang Theory”. On the other hand, it’s not something that you can easily explain to family and coworkers, not to mention it’s somewhat frowned upon.

Netflix is currently my go-to for streaming TV and movies. I’m also an Amazon Prime member, so I’ve got some options there too. Toss in Pluto, Crackle, YouTube, and suddenly you’ve got a pretty decent lineup of shows at your fingertips.

But now my dad wants to cut the cord. The cost of cable and dish has gotten too expensive, and he’s looking for options. Naturally, I’m sharing my Amazon and Netflix with him (not against the rules BTW) and he’s even played around with Kodi. Apparently there’s even apps out there that let you stream live TV, so I got him an Android TV box.

Since he lives about 30 miles away, I also got a box so I could tryout different setups… Well, I tell ya, this little time vampire is not yet ready for Prime Time. It’s frustrating as hell. Lots of problems with apps freezing, or just being plain broken. Then there are the rather dubious “services” that want you to sign up. All in all, it just doesn’t lend to a very satisfying TV viewing experience.

But there’s something about this device that holds promise. Something about it makes me think that if I found the right combinations of apps, this little device could be the answer my dad is looking for.

Then again, it could just be another colossal waste of time.

Pax,

f2x

In a Bar in Arkansas

On a sales assignment in Arkansas, he struck up a conversation with a young lady in a bar.

After a half dozen drinks, he suggested they get their own bottle and retire to his motel room, and she readily agreed.

“Say, how old are you anyway?” he asked as the obviously young lass was disrobing.

“Thirteen,” she replied with a shy smile.

“Thirteen??? My God, girl! You get those clothes back on at once at get the hell outta here! Are you crazy?” he thundered.

Pausing briefly at the door, the perplexed nymphet smiled and asked, “What, are you superstitious?”

Teen Sex in Modern Times

The mother of a 17-year-old girl was concerned that her daughter was having sex. Worried the girl might become pregnant, and adversely impact the family’s status, she consulted the family doctor.

The doctor told her that teenagers today were very willful, and any attempt to stop the girl would probably result in rebellion. He then told her to arrange for her daughter to be put on birth control and, until then, talk to her, and give her a box of condoms.

Later that evening, as her daughter was preparing for a date, the woman told her about the situation and handed her a box of condoms.

The girl started to laugh and reached over to hug her mother saying, “Oh Mom! You don’t have to worry about that! I’m dating Susan!”

The Armani shoes

Luigi walked to work every day. Each way he passed a shoe store. Each time he couldn’t help himself but to stop, look in the window and admire a particular pair of Armani shoes.

He wanted those shoes so much. It was all he could think about.

After about 2 months he saved every last penny to get the $300 he needed to buy the shoes.

Every Friday the Italian community held a dance in the church basement.

Luigi seized the opportunity to wear his new Armani leather shoes for the first time.

He asked Sophia to dance and as they dance he asked her, “Sophia, are you wearing red panties tonight?”

Startled, Sophia replied, “Yes, Luigi , I am wearing red panties tonight, but how do you know?”

Luigi answered, “I see the reflection in my new $300 Armani leather shoes.”

With a smile he moved on.

Next he asked Rosa to dance, and after a while he asked, “Rosa , are you wearing white panties tonight?”

Rosa answered, “Yes, Luigi, I do, but how do you know that?”

He replied, “I see the reflection in my new $300 Armani leather shoes.”

With a coy laugh he moved on.

Now as the evening is almost over and the last song is being played Luigi asked Carmela to dance.

Midway through the dance his face turned red. He asked, ‘Carmela, my sweetheart, Please, please tell me you are wearing no panties tonight. Please, please, tell me this true!”

Carmela smiled coyly and answered, “Yes Luigi , I am not wearing panties tonight.”

Luigi gasped, “Oh thank God! I thought I had a crack in my $300 Armani leather shoes!”

Dog Marks

A married man had hired a gorgeous secretary, and and after it was clear she was into him, he decided to “work late” one night and take this girl to dinner.

He called home to tell his wife he’d be late getting home. Without a hint of any concern, she replied, “okay, no problem.”

After dinner with the secretary, it was obvious that he was going to get lucky, so the two went back to her apartment and had “swinging from the chandelier” sex for two hours.

Afterwards, the man went into the bathroom to tidy his appearance when he noticed a huge hickey on his neck. He immediately fell into a state of panic, and he had no idea what he was going to tell his wife. Still he hurried home.

As he unlocked the front door, he heard the dog come barking and scratching at the door to greet him. He thought “Aha!” and entered the house, fell to the carpet and pretended to fight off the affectionate dog.

Holding his neck with one hand, he walked into the living room and exclaimed, “Honey! Look at what the dog did to my neck!”

To which she looked up, opened her blouse, and said, “That’s nothing, look at what he did to my tits!”

Frank’s New Hunting Rifle

Frank was excited about his new rifle and went bear hunting. He spotted a small brown bear and shot it. Just then, there was then a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a big black bear.

The black bear offered, “You’ve got two choices. I either maul you to death or we have rough sex.”

Not wishing to die, Frank decided to bend over.

Even though he felt sore for two weeks, Frank soon recovered and vowed revenge. He headed out on another trip where he found a black bear and shot it. There was another tap on his shoulder. This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him.

The grizzly told him, “That was a huge mistake, Frank. You’ve got two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have REALLY rough sex.”

Again, Frank thought it was better to comply.

Although he survived, it would take several months before Frank finally recovered! Outraged, he headed back to the woods, managed to track down the grizzly and shot it. He felt sweet revenge — but then there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a giant polar bear standing there!

The polar bear sighed, “Admit it, Frank, you don’t come here for the hunting, do you?”

Sunday, February 26, 2017


How’s it goin’?

So it’s been another long week for me. Lots of O.T. and lots of stuff at home to take care of. For some reason, optimists cannot resist the opportunity to piss me off when I’m swamped like this. They say shit like, “Oh I bet you’ll really appreciate that paycheck!” or even, “Isn’t it wonderful to keep busy like that.” Just fuck off already.

I’m worn out and tired. Their optimistic take on my situation isn’t something I want to deal with at the moment. It would be nice if they would just give me a nod and say, “Yeah. Been there,” so that I know that they actually understand, then move onto some other topic.

The more I think about it, the more I think I need to work on flipping the subject onto them. Sort of a “Enough about me, tell me how your life is going,” kind of tactic. Something that’s iron clad and air tight so I can reflexively deploy the optimism deflector without them having a clue that I really don’t give a fuck.

Pax,

f2x

Mighty Russian Nimrods

Two Russian hunters chartered a small plane to fly them to Siberia to go bear hunting.

On landing, the pilot said, “Remember, this plane can only fly with two hunters, one pilot, and ONE bear.”

The hunters went out and returned with two bears.

Furious, the pilot said, “I told you ONE bear!”

But the hunters point out that the previous year, on payment of an extra 6000 rubles, the pilot had let them put their two bears on board. After a long heated discussion the pilot agreed to take the extra bear for 12000 rubles.

After the plane struggled into the air and fitfully flew for about two hours, it gave out and plummeted to the earth into a snowbank.

Climbing out from under the snow and dead bears, the hunters asked the pilot where he thought they were.

“I’m not entirely certain,” said the pilot, “but it looks like the same place we crashed last year.”