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Jerry Springer Meets the Internet

So, it’s not often that something really catches my attention and amusement, but I found this site, which led me to another site, which… Well, you get the idea. Anyway, I’ll let you determine for yourself whether or not you think there are some truly screwed up people out there, but this guy is hysterically disturbing.

First of all, ignore the twitches on the guys face, along with the grit teeth. You have to be one disturbed dude to make such a video for your prey girlfriend.

I found this on a site called Psychotic Letters from Men. And the site truly lives up to its title. Wonderful entertainment people.

Enjoy!

2009 Tour de France is over

Not sure of my overall feelings on this. I was really looking forward to watching Lance Armstrong get back into it after a 4 year absence from the sport. Man it would have been awesome to watch him smoke people and to quiet the critics about doping, steroids, etc. Well…, it didn’t quite go like that.

The first week of the Tour were the most exciting for me to watch. Each day there was endless drama about who would be the leader for team Astana– Armstrong, Leipheimer, or Contador. And each day, you got to hear them all downplay it. Ironically, while all of this was going on, I really didn’t hear all that much about drugs, cheating, etc. So this year’s race did accomplish something.

In the end, it wasn’t the performance I was expecting. But perhaps it was much more. I have never seen Levi Leipheimer ride so well. It was too bad he had to leave it early due to an injury. At various points, I was really rooting for him.

It’s hard for me to get too excited about Alberto Contador. He’s not Lance. But despite how much I didn’t want him to win, he was nothing short of amazing on those climbs. I know what it feels like to get that “kick” as you’re going up a climb. For a guy my size, it doesn’t happen often. But when it does, it feels great. This guy just kept kicking and kicking and kicking. There was simply no stopping him.

Then there was Lance. I liked how he referred to himself as an old fart on the last real day of the race. At 38, he’s hardly old. But he certainly is at a disadvantage versus the younger Contador and contenders. Despite the fact that he didn’t win, Lance was still Lance. I don’t care what any critic says. The guy took 4 years off and began training earlier this year for the race. He still kicked butt. He still earned my respect. And after it’s all over, I’m still in awe of him.

For next year, it would be nice to see a little bit of a re-organization. It’s hard to watch such top contenders on the same team. I really didn’t like the drama that was created. I suppose it’s like watching baseball with a team full of stars. But I miss the old days where the team was organized to protect the leader. Next time, let’s have a definitive leader as opposed to waiting to see who emerges.

Coming up for air

It has been a while since I last posted anything. The primary reason was that was simply due to being in a head down mode.

Coming out of 2008 hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. And taking the helm of a new company has left me with just a “little” bit of work. But has been going quite well and I’m looking forward to the business turning profitable this month– just 2 months after starting.

I will try to get caught up with my posts, but am also posting on the company’s blog, which has priority. Apparently, I’m still the go-to guy for answers to numerous subjects.

Cheers,

Mike

Sometimes you just need a little tackling fuel

Sometimes you can’t quite explain why certain chains of events occur. You can try. But no matter how much effort you exert, things can’t be explained.

Well, I’m through trying to rationalize. I’ve got a new gig. And as far as I’m concerned, I have a lifetime supply of tackling fuel. Some of my friends, have never had the fortune of watching The Waterboy. Here’s a clip for their benefit.

Serial Chicken Killer Terrorizes Many

Well, what can I say about life on a farm that I haven’t already said? Anyone who has known me for any length of time has to get a good chuckle over the thought of me raising chickens. But I shall endeavor despite recent discouragements.

Two days ago, our house was hit by what I can only descibe as a serial killer of chickens. Yep! You heard me right. You see, while you might think of this as a simple act of nature– a fox feeding on chickens, I have to remain a bit more cynical. On Wednesday, we lost four of remaining five chickens in broad daylight. The culprit was a fox. And the sucker wasn’t afraid of me at all. He simply stared me down and then sauntered off, after the carnage.

But what was really wrong for the whole thing was that the chickens were in immaculate condition. There were no chunks missing. There was no blood. Last year’s fox attacks resulted in headless lumps left in the chicken pen. But not with this fox. Their chicken necks were merely broken as they were left to flop around.

Our neighbor has lost more than forty chickens to this fox, and similar, disturbing results. His show chickens were killed and left pristine, as if posed.

I’ve thought about contacting the FBI’s BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit), but let’s face it, there’s not a lot of experience to glean from. After all, there aren’t a lot of reported cases of serial killing foxes to build a profile. So, I’ve armed myself and I’m waiting. Foxes are creatures of habit. Yesterday, I stood ready and set a trap for the wiley fox. But he showed up before I could zero my scope on my Gamo rifle. I managed to get a body shot in, but it didn’t take him down. I am hoping he will come back by this afternoon so I can try to get a head shot in now that my scope’s sited. We’ll have to see.

Out of all our chickens, we only have one left– Olivia. Olivia also happens to be our oldest chicken. Well, I guess the fact that she’s the only one alive makes her the oldest. What I meant to say was that she has been with us longer than any other, previously living, chicken. Her theme song is I will Survive.

That's Olivia in the foreground. I have no idea how she stays alive.

Wish me luck!