Took some DVDs back, rented The Proposition... drank a bottle of wine... caught the end of The Aristocrats...

We recently had a new front door installed on our house in addition to getting some other work done. I was in the back yard with the Sawzall, turning big things into little things when I noticed the door leaning against the porch. I decided that the original lock set and the brass door knocker were worth saving as curiosities if nothing else, and set to work removing them.

When I took off the face plate for the doorknob, 5 pennies fell out. The oldest one being from 1922, and the newest 1944. I don't know if they represent touchstones from times the lock was removed, or if they were used as cheap shims.

We put them inside of a large lidded bowl that looks like an acorn, along with the rest of the old and unusual coins we have.

Lemuel Gulliver wrote:My face looks small, and my hair looks big: I just shaved my beard.

picture!

Johnny 13 wrote:When I took off the face plate for the doorknob, 5 pennies fell out. The oldest one being from 1922, and the newest 1944. I don't know if they represent touchstones from times the lock was removed, or if they were used as cheap shims.

Maybe they were the previous owner's ass pennies.

Christopher J. McGarvey wrote:[Maybe they were the previous owner's ass pennies.

Nobody would move out, and leave their ass pennies behind.

I have spent most of the day packing boxes for my big move BACK to St Louis on Friday. I'm going to miss living in Washington, it's beautiful up here. The apartment that I've been living in, in Everett , has an amazing view of the snow covered Cascades and I'm only a mile or two from Puget Sound. You don't get beauty like this in St Louis.

While I've been packing, I've been watching a documentary called "Chase The Devil:Religious Music Of The Appalachians" and cursing my fetish for collecting books, music, and movies. The move would be so much easier if I didn't have all of this STUFF. I really hate moving!

I got beat up pretty bad last night. After a few bars, went to a friend of a friend's place & wound up at the business end of some dudes fists. Here's how the story was related to me by a friend who was there, as I was far too drunk to really accurately remember (new year's resolution now has become to quit fucking drinking, except with meals):

Whole bunch of us out on back porch smoking, conversing & drinking. Dude who handed me my ass raises a toast to a dead friend. I allegedly say 'fuck that guy.' Ass whupper says something like 'what??!!! fuck you! take that shit right back you jagoff!' My buddy hears this shit & races over to see what was the matter. He tells me to apologize. I flat out refuse. Ass whupper clocks me right above my left eye & in left cheek. Apparently he's right-handed.

I get in zero punches (far too drunk to be any good at fighting which i fucking suck at anyway). I get led away into a bathroom by buddy. I check out the damage in the mirror. Fuck! This ass whupper has opened up a vicious cut over my left eye, probably about 2.5 inches long & almost a 1/4" deep!! Blood everywhere. Left cheek swollen. Left eyelid turning black & blue & swelling. Blood continues to pour out. To this very minute, I'm soaking through the two bandages it takes to cover this nasty motherfucker of a wound.

I'm thinking I'll need stitches, but I've heard that after 24 hours or so, they're not practical anymore. Plus I don't have health insurance. My back also hurts like the dickens, so I'm thinking he also got in a nice kidney shot as well. That dude's a damn good fighter, as it turns out.

Thing is, that comment I allegedly made (i use alleged b/c i honestly don't remember ANY of this & my buddy heard the ass whupper's version of events) makes no sense at all. It would've been completely out of character of me to say something like that in that particular instance & especially b/c I don't even know either the ass whupper or his dead comrade. I'm thinking I may have had a conversation going on the side w/someone else & was talking about somebody completely differently when this dude (who i'm assuming was also drunk) overheard me & thought I was talking about his toastee. Ah well, what's done is done, but boy, this fucking thing bleeds. And it's gonna leave one helluva scar.

Happy fucking New Year.

cwiko wrote:I got beat up pretty bad last night. After a few bars, went to a friend of a friend's place & wound up at the business end of some dudes fists. Here's how the story was related to me by a friend who was there, as I was far too drunk to really accurately remember (new year's resolution now has become to quit fucking drinking, except with meals):

Whole bunch of us out on back porch smoking, conversing & drinking. Dude who handed me my ass raises a toast to a dead friend. I allegedly say 'fuck that guy.' Ass whupper says something like 'what??!!! fuck you! take that shit right back you jagoff!' My buddy hears this shit & races over to see what was the matter. He tells me to apologize. I flat out refuse. Ass whupper clocks me right above my left eye & in left cheek. Apparently he's right-handed.

I get in zero punches (far too drunk to be any good at fighting which i fucking suck at anyway). I get led away into a bathroom by buddy. I check out the damage in the mirror. Fuck! This ass whupper has opened up a vicious cut over my left eye, probably about 2.5 inches long & almost a 1/4" deep!! Blood everywhere. Left cheek swollen. Left eyelid turning black & blue & swelling. Blood continues to pour out. To this very minute, I'm soaking through the two bandages it takes to cover this nasty motherfucker of a wound.

I'm thinking I'll need stitches, but I've heard that after 24 hours or so, they're not practical anymore. Plus I don't have health insurance. My back also hurts like the dickens, so I'm thinking he also got in a nice kidney shot as well. That dude's a damn good fighter, as it turns out.

Thing is, that comment I allegedly made (i use alleged b/c i honestly don't remember ANY of this & my buddy heard the ass whupper's version of events) makes no sense at all. It would've been completely out of character of me to say something like that in that particular instance & especially b/c I don't even know either the ass whupper or his dead comrade. I'm thinking I may have had a conversation going on the side w/someone else & was talking about somebody completely differently when this dude (who i'm assuming was also drunk) overheard me & thought I was talking about his toastee. Ah well, what's done is done, but boy, this fucking thing bleeds. And it's gonna leave one helluva scar.

Happy fucking New Year.

This is good shit. A toast to you.

For some reason, I thought of you in particular when I posted that.

cwiko wrote:For some reason, I thought of you in particular when I posted that.

sounds like any one of countless stories I have just like that, once a dude punched me at a party because I was loudly ranting and raving about what cocksuckers astronauts were and how everyone knows that astronauts are are notorious for being pussies and full of shit also that 90% of astronauts are openly homosexual, it's always been that way...the gays run the space program....I have no idea why I was going on about astronauts but it must have touched a nerve with this dude because he went nuts screaming and yelling and clocked me a nice one