Merry Xmas!

Dec 242008
 

Happy Festivus from elbuzzard.com to you and yours and theirs.

This morning I did some reflecting and investigating into what Xmas is all about.  Here’s what I came up with:

  • Hot showers
  • Brickle
  • TENS Units
  • Working on Xmas Eve
  • Not being able to decide if The Wire is a really good show or not because you want to watch another season but you don’t really think it is worth tying up your Netflix queue to do so, and you felt the same way after Season 2 as you did after Season 1, but you watched Season 2 anyway, tying up your Netflix queue, hoping for more Omar but getting very little of him
  • Not being able to find your iPod
  • Hating Delta airlines because they ran over and destroyed the bag that contained all of our Xmas gifts for the Philly family
  • Getting aggravated that Grady Hospital will not bill your insurance company no matter how many times you fill out their little forms, including the time when you were in the hospital with your ankle disconnected from your leg and you were high as a kite on morphine
  • Hoping no one steals your outgoing mail (which includes Grady Hospital’s insurance form and the last disc of Season 2 of The Wire) when you raise the little flag on your mailbox to let the mailman know there’s something in there

After I finish working today, I will forcibly make Xmas be about:

  • Sazeracs
  • Sesame Ginger turkey breasts
  • Percocet

Merry Xmas, people.

Hardware

Dec 172008
 

Here’s the latest x-ray from my doctor’s appointment this morning, where you can see the pins and buttons and such:

I was concerned by the fact that the fibula still has a giant gap in it, but the doctor wasn’t concerned.  I don’t think the fibula matters to doctors.  It matters to me, though.  I hate the way it doesn’t line up there in the right-hand image.  Gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I’m on crutches two more weeks, then I can start walking on it in the boot.

Today’s Election Day!

Nov 042008
 

This picture was taken on August 29, 2005:

It is a perfect example of why I didn’t vote for the guy on the left.

Where were you on August 29, 2005?

Thanks to Humid City for pointing out the picture, on today, this day of days.

Kosterpeldings Lose a Friend

Nov 032008
 

Louise

Last night, I went downstairs to feed the birds, and found that Louise had somehow died.

Louise was a good bird. She never quite had the spunk of Harry, but she was steadying force in our bird cage. She was a good bird. She didn’t want to die, and we didn’t want her to go.

Truth be told, Chelsey and I grew to really hate those birds. They were loud and messy, and loud some more. But now that we have lost one of them, I feel horrible. I feel horrible because something I was supposed to take care of has died. And I feel horrible because I know how lonely Harry is going to be now.

If love means never having to say you are sorry, then pet ownership should mean never having to bury your bird in the middle of the night behind your garage.

Shame!

Oct 102008
 

At the greatest game the Saints have ever played, my mom, Dave, and I had the best seats in the Superdome: the very last row.  Like everyone else up in that last row, we beat the hell out of the wall behind us, so much that my hand was sore and swollen for days.

Today I read this, from the New Orleans blog Library Chronicles:

Over my many years of watching and attending Saints games, I’ve been accustomed to seeing or hearing fans in the top row of each section bang on the metal walls in order to create noise when the opposing team has the ball. When we purchased our season tickets in 2006, we selected seats in the top row so that we could participate in this time-honored bit of idiocy which has been in practice basically since the Superdome opened in 1975. During the second quarter of a crucial Monday Night game in 2008, Superdome security decided that it was time to crack down.

A few minutes into the second quarter, for no apparent reason, a uniformed security person shouted at everyone in our section that the next fan seen banging on the wall would be thrown out of the stadium. We were mystified. Is this some bizarre interpretation of the NFL’s notorious new “Fan Code of Conduct”? The section adjacent to ours is typically filled with fans of the visiting team. Did one of the Vikings fans complain? If so, why? And also fuck them. Over the past three seasons, the Superdome has become an ever-more fan-unfriendly environment. What can be done to reverse this trend?

Seriously?  That is just terrible.  Why on earth would the Superdome security shut down such a great, fun, masochistic homefield advantage?

Also, like me, Library Chronicles, is a strong supporter of the Saints’ correct gold pants.

Also:

He looks like someone here, but I can’t place it.  Ralphie after he shoots his eye out maybe?

If you’re friends with P, then you’re friends with me

Sep 272008
 

If a tree falls in your backyard, does anyone hear it?

Aug 042008
 

Apparently not.

We had a big thunderstorm on Saturday afternoon, and one of our trees in the backyard fell down on our fence and into the neighbor’s yard.  We didn’t even notice until Sunday morning.

Click the image for more photos.

Trying to sound professional but failing and sounding like an ass

Jul 232008
 

In my job I leave a lot of messages for real estate agents and it is more and more common for me to hear this greeting:

“Hello, this is Agent-I-suck-at-my-job, I am unable to answer the phone at this time, please leave a message and I will get back to you at my earliest convenience.”

Your earliest convenience? Seriously? Do you realize what that means exactly? It means that your clients and peers hear that you’ll deal with their issue when you feel like getting around to it, not ASAP as you think it sounds.

I’m putting this post under ‘Overrated’ because so many people thinks this phrase sounds slick, but really they sound like idiots.

Shockey!

Jul 212008
 

Jeremy Shockey! is a Saint.  It hurts, but this should be a huge help for the Saints on offense.  Marques Colston will improve with another legitmate passing option for Brees, and the running game will also benefit.  I hope.

Or he could be a complete turd.  Check that.  I’m sure he will be a turd.  I just hope he’s not a cancer.

I do promise that I will throw up a little when I see the fleur de lis over that hideous ‘MERIKA ROOLZ tattoo.

When it rains, it pours

Jul 072008
 

So yesterday afternoon our hot water heater leaked and overflowed through the ceiling into the kitchen.

No hot water, on top of no AC, on top of a broken leg.

Ain’t life grand?

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