tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250095642024-03-06T21:18:10.813-08:00The Entropy Project"Idiocracy" in action, courtesy of "Beavis", the jackass thirty-something neighbor across the street who lives with his parents, has no real job, occasionally gets arrested, and keeps breeding. This is Redneck Theater at its most hilarious and scary.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-34058739162613276042011-05-29T08:29:00.000-07:002011-05-29T08:29:46.551-07:00I lied...Remember that part where I said I wouldn't post here anymore because of the Entropy Project's conclusion? Yeah. Well, I had to include this, because it's kinda funny in a sick way.<br />
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The DH ran into our neighbors down the street, who had a semi-update on the Demise of Beavis. The story going around now is that Beavis was canoodling with a girl whose boyfriend was in jail. Said girl got pregnant and told the jailbird boyfriend that the baby was his. The jailbird boyfriend bought the story. Then the baby was born. With Beavis blond hair.<br />
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And we know what happened from there. <br />
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Now, murder is murder, and I don't condone that <span style="font-size: large;"><b>AT ALL. </b></span><br />
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<b>HOWEVER,</b> if the above rumor is true, it somehow makes the Beavis story more...ludicrous. And more typically Beavis. He was a dude that made bad decisions no matter how you slice it.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-34563110410610453632011-05-16T22:33:00.000-07:002011-05-16T22:54:49.579-07:00What's Wrong With This Picture?No, seriously, what's wrong with this picture?<br />
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Did you guess that the Work Truck from Hell is gone? As in, <b style="color: yellow;">FINALLY <span style="font-size: large;">FUCKING</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">GONE?!</span></b><br />
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It disappeared one weekend in late February or so.<br />
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We figured Beavis had gotten himself arrested<b> AGAIN</b> and finally hit some Three Strikes threshold and was sent to prison <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>FOR REALZ.</b></span> We didn't see him around, at any rate. We assumed that there was no way the Work Truck would have been gotten rid of unless Beavis wasn't coming back for a looooong time.<br />
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Big Daddy was seen wandering around outside a little bit sometimes. Ma Barker wasn't visible, but occasionally one could hear her voice through the metal screen door. Little Sister and the Nub were present on a <i>much</i> more regular basis. Was Ma Barker sick? Ellie Mae occasionally visited. We'd hear her crying from some sort of temper tantrum inside the Beavisphere occasionally. She would sometimes be seen outside, but not very often. Overall, the Beavisphere was the most subdued I'd ever encountered since the last time Beavis was in jail.<br />
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So, <i>SO </i>quiet.<br />
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Last week we found out why.<br />
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I was on my morning jog when one of our neighbors down the street was driving to work and pulled over to talk to me. He says, <i style="color: magenta;">Did you hear about Beavis?</i> No, I reply. <i style="color: magenta;">He was murdered a few months ago,</i> the neighbor says. <i style="color: magenta;">We found out about it from one of our other neighbors down the street, but they said that he was Latino, so we didn't believe it until we found a news blog online that had a photo of him. It's <b>definitely </b>him, and he's <b>definitely</b> dead.</i><br />
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<div style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">HOLY CRAP!</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">NO FREAKIN' WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></b></div><br />
Way.<br />
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Beavis was shot multiple times while sitting in a stolen Lexus about five miles away in Playa Vista in early February. It happened around 7am on a Friday morning while my sister and I were in the UK. No leads, no suspects. Maybe not gang related, but there are some interesting online rumors flying about what caused him to be in the wrong place at the wrong time facing the wrong end of a gun.<br />
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Comments about his involvement in drugs, trying to be a "badass", what a "standup homie" he was, he may have set fire to a truck the night before, how he loved to surf, he had a gun stuffed into the waistband of his pants, that someone needs to "fess up" with information about the shooting so that his family could have closure. <br />
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The story is fascinating. He being labeled a Latino by the coroner. I don't think I've seen him drive a car of any sort in at least two years, but he was behind the wheel of the stolen car his body was found in. Bullet casings were found on the ground next to the car. Even his age was in dispute; initial reports said he was 29. He wasn't; he was 34.<br />
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He and 40 Miles of Bad Road have three daughters together. They were engaged. He has two older sons from a different woman living in Hawaii. I remember when he moved to Hawaii with her after the first kid was born. He didn't stay away long. He never did. He always came back to the Beavisphere.<br />
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It's weird to read other sad comments on the news sites. The typical "he died too young", "he was great to talk to" <span style="color: #93c47d;">(</span><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-small;"><i>a popular phrase from women</i></span><span style="color: #93c47d;">)</span>, "I hope he's finally at peace", "he was a good guy" type of thing. I never saw any of those aspects of him; apparently neither did any of the other neighbors near the Beavisphere. I don't think the neighbor who had Beavis threaten one of his friends liked him. Or the neighbor who had Beavis drunkenly crash through their garage door. Or the childhood neighbors who apparently had items stolen from them by Beavis. And of course, us. <br />
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That damn work truck. The parties. Hitting my car when he drunkenly backed out of the Beavisphere driveway late at night and roared off into the night. Probably the time my car was broken into when I was working in Texas. The lurking outside in the middle of the night, constantly on the phone. The creepy drug customers. The empty bottles of beer left on our lawn. The fights with his girlfriends, especially 40 Miles of Bad Road. The infamous cabinet-hinge throwing incident. The Crappy Caddy full of junk. He always sounded confrontational, even when playing with his own children.<br />
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I'd be lying if I said that I never wished he'd go away <i><b>FOREVER</b></i>. But I can't say I truly wished death upon him. Even though I knew that if he inherited the Beavisphere, the neighborhood never would've been able to get rid of him. And our lives would've continued to be hellish. To me, <i><b>FOREVER</b></i> meant either he would find another woman who lived far, FAR away to go do his Beavis-y activities with, or he'd end up in jail for life. Death? Well, a possibility, but honestly? Never thought his luck would run out that way.<br />
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Is it for the best? For the neighborhood, yes. For his children, maybe. For his parents, definitely not for Ma Barker. But it's chilling to know that whomever killed him is out there. Free. More free than Beavis ever could be. But in the end I think Beavis reaped what he sowed.<br />
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With the painful harvest comes the end of needing this blog. Which is bad for entertainment and venting purposes, but good for the neighborhood's quality of life. I do feel bad for his kids.<br />
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And with that, I bid a goodbye full of mixed emotions. <br />
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Now you can recommend your favorite Neighbors From Hell blogs to <i>me</i> for a change.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-14057160147932707152010-08-29T10:31:00.000-07:002010-08-29T10:31:47.666-07:00The Cycle Starts Again...Beavis was kept under fairly severe wraps since he got out of jail, but he's starting to revert back to his usual Beavisesque ways.<br />
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The main manifestation of this is his late night loitering in front of the Beavisphere. He's <i>constantly</i> on the phone. I usually see him when I get home from practice, pacing on the sidewalk, talking loudly.<br />
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Occasionally the latest dumb idiot girl who thinks she can make a man out of him will be there, too. She drives a huge SUV and is a petite brown-haired girl. I think I saw her before Beavis' most recent trip to the pen, so she's stone cold stupid to stick around this long. I have to come up with a good nickname for her, unless Stone Cold Stupid sticks.<br />
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Little Sister and the Nub are often visiting. I hardly see Ellie Mae. I don't think she's old enough for preschool, and I don't think she's figured out how to run away from home...yet. <br />
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I imagine life will get "interesting" again in a few months.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-5989309306200093402010-07-04T12:37:00.001-07:002010-07-04T12:37:47.771-07:00O NOESBeavis is back.<br />
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He's skinnier and stands taller compared to when we saw him last, but he's definitely back.<br />
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I'm sure this blog will perk up soon.<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>DAMMIT.</b></span>RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-1232946811461113762010-04-12T08:11:00.000-07:002010-04-12T08:14:49.118-07:00Still Quiet...Beavis is still in jail.<br /><br />Ellie Mae is occasionally seen on her tricycle in the front yard of the Beavisphere, all alone. Big Daddy and Ma Barker gave Ellie Mae a hideous haircut...her long, blonde baby hair locks are gone. She has a short boyish cut that doesn't suit her at all.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I walked to the mailbox. On the way back, I see Ellie Mae on her usual trike in her usual spot on the Beavisphere driveway. She looks over at me, and blows a raspberry. I had to laugh...that poor kid! I'd be wanting to blow myself up if I had a family like hers who gave me a shitty haircut!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-57902140770148144752010-01-13T08:00:00.001-08:002010-01-13T08:03:52.199-08:00Gugh!!!!!!Yesterday I woke up extremely cranky and upset.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />I dreamed about Beavis.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO SHIT.</span></span><br /><br />In real life, he's still not around...I assume he's still in jail. Ellie Mae is occasionally seen with Big Daddy, and an exceptionally rare glimpse of Ma Barker is caught every once in a blue moon.<br /><br />But apparently my subconscious is bugging me.<br /><br />I dreamt that Beavis was out of jail and out to kill me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO SHIT.</span></span><br /><br />While I was sitting at home freaking out about this, I then dreamt that Ma Barker and Ellie Mae came to the house and gave me a Yorkshire Terrier puppy as an apology.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO SHIT.</span></span><br /><br />I then suddenly woke up.<br /><br />I have no idea what the dream means, but it creeps me out.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-46099391265472806732009-12-05T15:06:00.000-08:002009-12-05T15:40:30.314-08:00*sigh*I haven't seen Beavis since just before Halloween.<br /><br />I think he's in jail.<br /><br />The DH has seen Ellie Mae a little bit with Big Daddy in the front yard of the Beavisphere, but she's kept close to home and basically under wraps.<br /><br />Last Saturday I decided to take a photo of the Work Truck From Hell in all its degenerating glory:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UpqPTspVnDHocd2uX_N6uSDjmBehSw8o07kNFaH1_aYRZ66COW0Pb9U18TbPNKD4fEfoU7DdfTgbCDIko9RsY2rgR9PiblbFfcT61BuqJ5VoDJsOOVpqS9ppcpJL-RQ6rv0miQ/s1600-h/Truck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UpqPTspVnDHocd2uX_N6uSDjmBehSw8o07kNFaH1_aYRZ66COW0Pb9U18TbPNKD4fEfoU7DdfTgbCDIko9RsY2rgR9PiblbFfcT61BuqJ5VoDJsOOVpqS9ppcpJL-RQ6rv0miQ/s320/Truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411892397207066418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All of the blankets and junk piled on it makes it a piece of borderline sculpture. The Joads have nothing on this.<br /><br /><br />While I was doing this, I heard the cries of a dog. There's a lot of dogs in the neighborhood and they'll bark happily or whine petulantly, but this was a sad, pained cry.<br /><br />My Seestir was with me, and we look around and spot Big Daddy's dog lying in the neighbor's yard. For the sake of this blog, we'll call him, "Schlitz". Schlitz is an old dog. An <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">OLD</span></span> dog. He was around when the DH and I first moved into the neighborhood in '96, and he was an adult dog at that time.<br /><br />Schlitz is a constant companion to Big Daddy. The one critter that didn't give Big Daddy a lot of grief in his life, I imagine. Man's Best Friend and all that.<br /><br />But now Schlitz is in bad shape. I had noticed Schlitz out in the yard earlier in the day, but didn't think too much of it at the time. However, upon closer inspection, it's obvious that Schlitz is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> doing well. When a dog just lies and cries, he needs to be taken care of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe8iMrYD4BVb6o0wUsE1bJL5n8b8TggWty6rQ07NNxYeWz5C8ypKQJewskr9WXVjOfz9VYdIkBoCirCMEqwa1YNM9o_VcAuRp9xk_4RYIC-aLVsU3bl713f09vrj0KIbpDn1h6g/s1600-h/Dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe8iMrYD4BVb6o0wUsE1bJL5n8b8TggWty6rQ07NNxYeWz5C8ypKQJewskr9WXVjOfz9VYdIkBoCirCMEqwa1YNM9o_VcAuRp9xk_4RYIC-aLVsU3bl713f09vrj0KIbpDn1h6g/s320/Dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411892393258259826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Seestir goes to the neighbor's house and asks them if they know about Schlitz being in their yard. They say yes, and that they've asked Big Daddy about taking better care of Schlitz, but that Big Daddy doesn't do anything to really help the dog. The neighbors are older folks themselves, and don't have the strength to move a large Labrador in pain to a car to take him to a vet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Damn</span>.<br /><br />So we call Animal Control to report a neglected animal. They take down the information and say they're going to send an officer out. We wait around for about a half hour, but we had errands to run, so we left.<br /><br />We come back home about an hour and a half later. Schlitz is still lying in the neighbor's yard, but Big Daddy is seen hobbling around on a cane in the Beavisphere front yard. Big Daddy doesn't look much better than Schlitz, actually. We have no idea if Animal Control stopped by in our absence, but we watch in uncomfortable silence as Big Daddy slowly meanders over to Schlitz and tries to get the dog to come home.<br /><br />Schlitz doesn't move.<br /><br />Big Daddy lifts Schlitz up on his feet. Schlitz is unsteady. He wags his tail forlornly and falls back to the ground. Big Daddy goes back to the Beavisphere, gets a large towel, hobbles back to Schlitz, and constructs a makeshift sling to put under Schlitz's torso so that the dog can be brought back to the Beavisphere. Which is done slowly and painfully.<br /><br />Once Schlitz is back home, Ma Barker comes out with Ellie Mae. Ma Barker takes some of the many blankets off of the Work Truck From Hell and sets up a makeshift fort for Schlitz. Both Big Daddy and Ma Barker are too decrepit to take the dog inside the house. Schlitz is settled down and left in his fort.<br /><br />He cries at night. I call the cops, but they forward me to Animal Control again. All I get is a vague typical government bureacratic voice mail. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">FUCK!</span></span> Big Daddy eventually comes out to sit with the dog.<br /><br />Next day, same scenario. Don't try to get anything from any government agency on a weekend, kids. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTHING</span></span> will happen.<br /><br />Monday, Big Daddy is seen sitting with Schlitz, crying.<br /><br />That night Schlitz and his fort are gone.<br /><br /><br />I almost feel bad for Big Daddy, but I feel worse for Schlitz.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-10720150213608541582009-11-01T07:11:00.000-08:002009-11-01T07:24:08.924-08:00TRICK!Halloween was pretty boring for us...we stayed home and handed out candy to the hoardes of kids that came tromping through the neighborhood. They started around 5pm and went until past 10pm.<br /><br />One of the cutest kids came to our door fairly early...around 7:30 or so. He was dressed as Humpty Dumpty. We handed him a piece of candy and he wanted to come inside our house. His mom gently told him to come with her. He abruptly turned around and stepped towards her. This looked so funny in his amazing egg costume that we laughed. He abruptly turned around back towards us and happily stared at us. This happened about three more times.<br /><br />I kept saying how <span style="font-style: italic;">cute</span> he was. And he was. His mom then said, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">You can come see him anytime...we live right across the street</span>. That's when we realized that we were face-to-face with <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Sister and the Nub! </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br />Little Sister was dressed as either Alice in Wonderland or Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Ellie Mae was also present and was dressed as a princess or something unoriginal<span style="font-style: italic;">(<span style="font-size:85%;">all the girls this year were princesses or fairies</span>...<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">BOOOORRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!</span>)</span>and was quiet as a mouse. Beavis was nowhere to be seen. Thank goodness!<br /><br />As far as we know, this was the first year that Ellie Mae has been taken trick-0r-treating in our neighborhood. The poor little thing looked scared, but I don't know whether it's because she was freaked out by Halloween in general or by coming up to our house in particular.<br /><br />We'll see where all this goes...RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-8396840873737423102009-10-11T17:55:00.000-07:002009-10-11T18:07:04.979-07:00Jinxing Myself Again...I get crap when I don't update this blog, but when I <span style="font-style: italic;">don't </span>update it, it means that Beavis is keeping on the Downlow. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHICH IS GOOD FOR ME</span></span> even though it's boring for <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>.<br /><br />The most action I've seen from him was about two weeks ago on a Sunday night when I heard a weird motor revving and falling...revving and falling...revving and falling.<br /><br />I look outside and see a black Nissan or Toyota idling in front of the Beavisphere. I also see Beavis digging through the recycling bin in front of his house, randomly throwing aside cans in search of...<span style="font-style: italic;">something</span>. I don't know what. He then hops in the passenger side of the car and the car takes off. It gets halfway down the block when it stops and reverses its way back to the Beavisphere. Beavis hops out, goes into the house for a few minutes, stomps back out, gets back in the car, and the car leaves for real. <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">WTF??!</span></span><br /><br />I'll also occasionally see him and Ellie Mae walking to or from the Beavisphere on Important Beavis Business. That poor little kid manages to keep up with him rather well considering that he's usually preoccupied yelling on his cell phone while she trundles along on her tricycle.<br /><br />That poor girl. I feel for her. I'll hate her when she's a teenager though...she'll be a true hellion then.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-15576805015735631072009-08-16T12:45:00.000-07:002009-08-16T13:14:20.485-07:00Tantrums and PetulanceBeavis is still lying relatively low by his standards, but things are still happening...<br /><br />Yesterday afternoon the Dear Husband and I were on our way to a fun double-header derby game funfest. As we were loading up the car, I saw what appeared to be a beach bum shuffling up the street in our general direction.<br /><br />It was Beavis.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DAMN</span></span>, he really shows some wear and tear up close. <span style="font-style: italic;">ZOIKS.</span><br /><br />He stops, looks around, and waits. Ellie Mae is on her little pink tricycle, trundling along the bumpy sidewalk, catching up to him. He waits for her, looks to see if the street is clear of cars, and shuffles to the Beavisphere with Ellie Mae pedalling along behind him. How...cute.<br /><br /><br />Today I was sitting on the front porch petting Kitty. Ellie Mae is in the front yard of the Beavisphere, playing with the garden hose and watering the lawn. A heavily-pregnant woman comes out of the Beavisphere house and chides Ellie Mae and turns the hose off. This woman is NOT 40 Miles of Bad Road. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope she's NOT the latest Beavis Baby Momma, too.</span></span><br /><br />Anyway, the ending waterworks sends Ellie Mae on a tantrum where she runs screaming to the next door neighbor's yard and throws herself on their lawn. Big Pregnant Chick goes back in the Beavisphere house. Ellie Mae is left to continue to cry on neighbor's lawn. I watch. Kitty rolls on the ground at my feet. Ah, parenting!<br /><br />After about five minutes, Ma Barker is heard calling Ellie Mae's name, but doesn't come out of the house. Ellie Mae continues unabated. Ma Barker starts chiding Ellie Mae, still from inside the house. Ellie Mae gets up off the neighbor's lawn, wanders back to the Beavisphere lawn, and starts crying again. Ma Barker appears at the front door, still chiding. Ellie Mae turns her back on Ma Barker and pouts on the grassy median between the sidewalk and the street. Ma Barker recedes into the house. Beavis comes out. Ellie Mae gets up off the median and stomps over to Beavis. He picks her up and takes her inside the house. More yelling and crying ensues.<br /><br />This poor kid's gonna be screwed for life.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-61914882544167026492009-07-27T18:50:00.000-07:002009-07-29T20:27:57.519-07:00ConspicuousBeavis has been conspicuous in his absence lately.<br /><br />I personally think he's in jail.<br /><br /><br />Hmmm...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">EDIT:</span></span><br /><br />He's not in jail. He's laying so low he's practically subterranean. Spotted him tonight while coming back from mailing off the bills before running off to Vega$.<br /><br />Dammit.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-53396131049219694262009-05-15T13:16:00.000-07:002009-05-15T13:23:55.272-07:00!!!A common sight in the Beavisphere:<br /><br />Beavis, Ma Barker and Ellie Mae on a random day:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOf8pPaknTw5tZDCGglL67IjyObdMIrjbvMxV_CSXOIGHM9lMDQf_U3bzBfcShTUf5UIeP_NcLoFnydgqF6E6m4LLtOQ3pv9tq8kbfsBJBHZEXojOfChABIOuaQe0W_M1DUmKeCQ/s1600-h/CrappyFamily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOf8pPaknTw5tZDCGglL67IjyObdMIrjbvMxV_CSXOIGHM9lMDQf_U3bzBfcShTUf5UIeP_NcLoFnydgqF6E6m4LLtOQ3pv9tq8kbfsBJBHZEXojOfChABIOuaQe0W_M1DUmKeCQ/s320/CrappyFamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336147388600165138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A not-so-common sight in the Beavisphere:<br /><br />A Parking Enforcement lady actually <span style="font-weight: bold;">ENFORCING </span>parking:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAiDsBUiPuqSr8nCeDSd_SJ6r9L4Kfu6Z2AzxF6ftx89oX08mpnkkccP-M4Nqq7vVD1lJw18ILDqVJ8-b0uTiMJxDpqiOW3Kc24ig1sxQUqXYavikD3QoLQg3uvqSFOc4Y5owD4A/s1600-h/Parking1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAiDsBUiPuqSr8nCeDSd_SJ6r9L4Kfu6Z2AzxF6ftx89oX08mpnkkccP-M4Nqq7vVD1lJw18ILDqVJ8-b0uTiMJxDpqiOW3Kc24ig1sxQUqXYavikD3QoLQg3uvqSFOc4Y5owD4A/s320/Parking1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336147388897877554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday afternoon I went out to run some errands and saw this fine city employee <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DOING HER JOB</span></span>. She spent a good ten minutes inspecting Beavis' non-moving worktruck with no one stirring from within the Beavisphere. I left as she was writing up the ticket.<br /><br /><br />I came back an hour later to a surprise.<br /><br /><br /><br />First the truck was all:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat_3mBX3pcLotBBhj5YP_xwy5LHe7wvnboEvqTaBLisItO-pRAssbO4uzKurnI7wlh9NwIQ-h32JD9OojpjfIycesoaVg_NziaifVbk4TkGiynZaOeVVwX-L0Nz50YOvO3Uqe0w/s1600-h/Parking2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat_3mBX3pcLotBBhj5YP_xwy5LHe7wvnboEvqTaBLisItO-pRAssbO4uzKurnI7wlh9NwIQ-h32JD9OojpjfIycesoaVg_NziaifVbk4TkGiynZaOeVVwX-L0Nz50YOvO3Uqe0w/s320/Parking2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336147384311979938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And then it was all:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwTGATmn2Lnyi47w41BD-RaQlfzMov9urIoiiuu5snBav-PyILT9iJX6Jrud2dir5mHKsqroJ_7Nuk6y9k0VWt3gEPLWDQc6KYxJGFmIvjvebvLj6sPBO6QLmDEKBI-kj96Xu9w/s1600-h/Driveway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwTGATmn2Lnyi47w41BD-RaQlfzMov9urIoiiuu5snBav-PyILT9iJX6Jrud2dir5mHKsqroJ_7Nuk6y9k0VWt3gEPLWDQc6KYxJGFmIvjvebvLj6sPBO6QLmDEKBI-kj96Xu9w/s320/Driveway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336147386120862370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep, Beavis managed to tow the damned thing into the Beavisphere driveway.<br /><br />I just about peed myself laughing.<br /><br />Check out the closeup:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HVOo_8QIe0lLT7TYzu6DVChJm1MSAmYPlx44Axrlihmi4EdgcQ4mpHgH8ofOCu_fQYKANQeiYEGwI25xmAt8oT9cqxab-5VA97dAKnan0p93qvyF5CDl0-_rkANWII6njq2e_g/s1600-h/CUPickup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HVOo_8QIe0lLT7TYzu6DVChJm1MSAmYPlx44Axrlihmi4EdgcQ4mpHgH8ofOCu_fQYKANQeiYEGwI25xmAt8oT9cqxab-5VA97dAKnan0p93qvyF5CDl0-_rkANWII6njq2e_g/s320/CUPickup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336147379816014642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You can see the parking ticket still tucked under the windshield wipers. And there's a couple of blocks of wood keeping the truck from rolling anywhere. There's the one block you can see in front of the left front tire, but there's also one in front of the rear right tires.<br /><br />So now that damned thing is winking at my house all the time.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-55103842295463013922009-04-27T18:03:00.000-07:002009-04-27T18:17:02.667-07:00Ah spring...I think 40 Miles of Bad Road moved out of the Beavisphere.<br /><br />It's just been too quiet.<br /><br />Then this afternoon I hear, "<span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FUCKING TWEAKER!</span></span>" bellowed from Beavis' general direction, with nonintelligible female whining following. I look out the window and see him stomping back and forth between the house and a Land Rover parked in front of the portable storage space--I mean, the worktruck. A woman was driving the SUV, whom I assume to be 40MBR. She has nice wheels for a tweaker.<br /><br />Beavis climbed into the passenger side of the SUV after roaring to Ma Barker that he'll <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">BE RIGHT BACK, DAMMIT</span></span>. So far, back to quiet.<br /><br /><br />Last week the Dear Husband had an unsettling experience with Beavis and Ellie Mae. Well, unsettling for <span style="font-style: italic;">us</span>, at any rate.<br /><br />There was a large superball lying in our driveway. DH saw it and picked it up. Ellie Mae was watching from the Beavisphere driveway, looking to be alone. DH walked over and placed the ball on the lawn median between the sidewalk and street in front of the Beavisphere. Ellie Mae just sat and stared. As DH walked back across the street to our house, he hears Beavis' disembodied voice say, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">"What do you saaaaaayyyyyyyyy?"</span> Ellie Mae jerked around in the direction of the garage, stared for a beat, jerked back to DH, and murmured <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you</span>"</span>.<br /><br />DH hustled back home and shuddered to himself.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-85442255016648849482009-04-11T22:36:00.000-07:002009-04-11T22:45:31.068-07:00Why No Updates?I've begun hearing from the masses that the lack of updates here has been...unsettling. And more importantly, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">UNAMUSING</span></span>. Well, we can't have that, now can we?<br /><br />So...what's been going on?<br /><br />Luckily, not a whole lot. Big Daddy is around, and so the leash is kept fairly tight on Beavis. I'll see him wandering around the front yard of the Beavisphere periodically. Ellie Mae usually follows behind him. 40 Miles of Bad Road is rarely seen.<br /><br />Beavis has visitors stopping by occasionally...don't know if they're "friends", drug connections, or what. Their presence is temporary.<br /><br />The past couple of times I've had the murdersickle out, Ellie Mae's been <span style="font-style: italic;">fascinated</span>. Part of her fascination may stem from the fact that Beavis occasionally has access to a little Honda scooter to get around and look all...uh...badass or something. When I start up the murdersickle, Ellie Mae stops her wanderings instantly and stands staring at me, transfixed. Poor little thing. She won't grow up to be a murdersickle rider like me...she'd end up in a leather halter top with a rose tattoo on her breast, flashing strangers at a biker meet.<br /><br />So that's what's going on. Now I've probably jinxed myself by posting that nothing's going on...that's usually when something happens. Stay tuned.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-50065177007866666972009-02-13T14:20:00.000-08:002009-02-13T14:26:33.478-08:00Random PixI think the last round of Beavis' legal troubles have kept him lower keyed than usual.<br /><br />But here's some random pix from the past couple of weeks...<br /><br />40 Miles of Bad Road in the storage unit--I mean--worktruck:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcO1bj-Px6twzoU-1F3VuwQ0QGVMMGswWJgja0dM25Tm-ZXHhA9HliPm4sh46cF6ld4N9wh_k1U_SbYOPaBT_cMJzDi2GcVAx4-SEiUNI8X7j4-aTJeOdT6TinbUUza4f4V_bOw/s1600-h/40MBRinWorktruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcO1bj-Px6twzoU-1F3VuwQ0QGVMMGswWJgja0dM25Tm-ZXHhA9HliPm4sh46cF6ld4N9wh_k1U_SbYOPaBT_cMJzDi2GcVAx4-SEiUNI8X7j4-aTJeOdT6TinbUUza4f4V_bOw/s320/40MBRinWorktruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302410682980512786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When I think of locations to put on makeup, the front seat of a non-running pickup doesn't spring to mind. Not so for 40MBR. She finds the worktruck to be best for gettin' pretty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMqtaEH0IpbH4NuLvCSsXx9h_YLR0B-Tra6aIyOzw1bYJmSrM1jygDPBjThUEK-dzZ5M26ybbQtLe_pVrf2D0CVD4jFr9HNuQkluLplJrsv7j6qUxJr8fhvQ5hnoMKgwBnK-ZLw/s1600-h/40MBRCUinWorktruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMqtaEH0IpbH4NuLvCSsXx9h_YLR0B-Tra6aIyOzw1bYJmSrM1jygDPBjThUEK-dzZ5M26ybbQtLe_pVrf2D0CVD4jFr9HNuQkluLplJrsv7j6qUxJr8fhvQ5hnoMKgwBnK-ZLw/s320/40MBRCUinWorktruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302410688391970322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />High. Larry. US.<br /><br />For a couple of days, Beavis and 40MBR were rollin' in this bad boy:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtLuWpNMxs7lvjJK4SGG7SHMQDGFJlOeV9vZJrhGZNCHACHIbWtsstGeZqPHGmRnHfjcdOkw95ObMQIepFhwInf0Fk8xaorqVgaYd_eoVA353IM1-J2cQBmQ_uR_8vMrXKMT4dw/s1600-h/BeavisandVan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtLuWpNMxs7lvjJK4SGG7SHMQDGFJlOeV9vZJrhGZNCHACHIbWtsstGeZqPHGmRnHfjcdOkw95ObMQIepFhwInf0Fk8xaorqVgaYd_eoVA353IM1-J2cQBmQ_uR_8vMrXKMT4dw/s320/BeavisandVan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302410677992351554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stylin'.</span><br /><br />They seem to be back to bicycles for the moment, though.<br /><br />Good times!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-55596396791261253192009-01-24T12:42:00.000-08:002009-01-24T12:54:45.973-08:00Low-Level LurkingBeavis hasn't left the building.<br /><br />Or the neighborhood.<br /><br />He's still around.<br /><br />Lurking.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin90iEUkRyroLbZE0TxGEcpX6z5v58VNA5xH8Q9iBorz3VS3AS7nx6E0bE7lH5W4oN55H9OKjRkmyrAIX303WVaPsVL8qor0mqnNphAJWZsqISogF-g7nxx0zth1eiDiRpRgoyXw/s1600-h/BeavisnBuddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin90iEUkRyroLbZE0TxGEcpX6z5v58VNA5xH8Q9iBorz3VS3AS7nx6E0bE7lH5W4oN55H9OKjRkmyrAIX303WVaPsVL8qor0mqnNphAJWZsqISogF-g7nxx0zth1eiDiRpRgoyXw/s320/BeavisnBuddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965584945988754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiWtbH5gU9WMQ0VlqxSJhXcvHZTSUNMadUbVmm2huOCyR-i4DgP6CR8WV3Pod72_aPFJf27wsftPJ7YzNzW6PYCjeLPrXmJsBpBgoWBRR8ctdziHGMpeYBiYCz_aKkf8naap3Cw/s1600-h/BeavisandBlazer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiWtbH5gU9WMQ0VlqxSJhXcvHZTSUNMadUbVmm2huOCyR-i4DgP6CR8WV3Pod72_aPFJf27wsftPJ7YzNzW6PYCjeLPrXmJsBpBgoWBRR8ctdziHGMpeYBiYCz_aKkf8naap3Cw/s320/BeavisandBlazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965584789864130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One night a bicycle was left in front of the storage unit--I mean, worktruck:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgey47oOuZSyR2ba5Uo7soo8uOWGm484Vn3t94_MVEx4eggsFYlqNIzpsrrOv56LpRAoFxfzrNtVH3WH4Nja8mrautHrrHBzW93TkA4RAqvDkEefvvAlDod8uWZg1HCejP1Az7VOw/s1600-h/NightBike1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgey47oOuZSyR2ba5Uo7soo8uOWGm484Vn3t94_MVEx4eggsFYlqNIzpsrrOv56LpRAoFxfzrNtVH3WH4Nja8mrautHrrHBzW93TkA4RAqvDkEefvvAlDod8uWZg1HCejP1Az7VOw/s320/NightBike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965348275107074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1QrtcoViynwrQM_cy7rNjIe58X6_3bjUDQ28mod7X8Aaeg-VLIPPvEyb6twtGmB_K-MR7fwaiZe-UH_JFDc3f_y3sCKJrrVQVzF_E97J2tKSnmWXKiaHp3AW0Mu7SgC3RDMe1A/s1600-h/NightBike2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1QrtcoViynwrQM_cy7rNjIe58X6_3bjUDQ28mod7X8Aaeg-VLIPPvEyb6twtGmB_K-MR7fwaiZe-UH_JFDc3f_y3sCKJrrVQVzF_E97J2tKSnmWXKiaHp3AW0Mu7SgC3RDMe1A/s320/NightBike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965344742426098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'd never seen that particular bicycle before, and of course it was gone by morning. I surmise with absolutely no proof that the bike was stolen, and when Beavis or whomever was done with it, put it back out in the world to be stolen and used again.<br /><br /><br />Yesterday he was wandering around in the rain with Ellie Mae:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnHN8cpbtll0jRBqU0gRoqS7_Pa5LmXIvPzGXa7FDbuCS47c6poZUmbY53ODWHem5Gr7RhIiRlQlOJO6fgctMheN5XBQ5mkZP7G_EcV9K_14Uq0WUxD150hqgH5h3nj1d0-xNgA/s1600-h/Rain1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnHN8cpbtll0jRBqU0gRoqS7_Pa5LmXIvPzGXa7FDbuCS47c6poZUmbY53ODWHem5Gr7RhIiRlQlOJO6fgctMheN5XBQ5mkZP7G_EcV9K_14Uq0WUxD150hqgH5h3nj1d0-xNgA/s320/Rain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965341996774034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbN8nK7z7YmfTTC54TgWyct7WLjJd39GkcVsyVqVYfgLB3LUzoJToI20C5nTUdy5FGMhs9ggAjXtfqDDJLaTNby4Bu_3FUAh2Vog8DhhBovEPUCDPPQCF1Y3levdsbSDVBaWrGDw/s1600-h/Rain2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbN8nK7z7YmfTTC54TgWyct7WLjJd39GkcVsyVqVYfgLB3LUzoJToI20C5nTUdy5FGMhs9ggAjXtfqDDJLaTNby4Bu_3FUAh2Vog8DhhBovEPUCDPPQCF1Y3levdsbSDVBaWrGDw/s320/Rain2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965340337122370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And after the rain stopped in the late afternoon he inspected his storage unit--I mean, worktruck most thoroughly:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1sQH8452nkNd39phx10bnQAZA4Sa8ODjtkA8Hyba7U0OH1xH2GowcmqPPbQTQ0Tc1T_ud5gGv6CqS2N8VABntdm9l9G8Q3mMPtU460KVG5YNmSKeju04mtn8Ws-6RURFiTzqgA/s1600-h/Afternoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1sQH8452nkNd39phx10bnQAZA4Sa8ODjtkA8Hyba7U0OH1xH2GowcmqPPbQTQ0Tc1T_ud5gGv6CqS2N8VABntdm9l9G8Q3mMPtU460KVG5YNmSKeju04mtn8Ws-6RURFiTzqgA/s320/Afternoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294964861340604066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGOW6txU99tW0i0rb_O8P7CQw7jaQQZrHKrg5zE6YfmvPOmITQ85F8ktcRTJb5_wRTMBqrvwR-ZtlBM0Z9CX4HmnBx6SMrcNspJtv1afT2hVjtW_45amLGHSEr0uk7kvV7ZJpkw/s1600-h/AfternoonCU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGOW6txU99tW0i0rb_O8P7CQw7jaQQZrHKrg5zE6YfmvPOmITQ85F8ktcRTJb5_wRTMBqrvwR-ZtlBM0Z9CX4HmnBx6SMrcNspJtv1afT2hVjtW_45amLGHSEr0uk7kvV7ZJpkw/s320/AfternoonCU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294964826977772802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-10659210503803688142009-01-08T13:33:00.001-08:002009-01-08T14:11:40.806-08:00Same Old, Same Old...Here I was, sitting at my computer with a comfy cat in my lap and not a care in the world.<br /><br />Then I hear yelling.<br /><br />Yep, you got it, Beavis and 40 Miles of Bad Road were back at it.<br /><br />I grab the cat and run to the Husband's bathroom window, where I see Beavis having a tug-of-war with 40MBR over a tote bag she's carrying in one hand(<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">she had two other bags slung over her shoulder</span></span>), while Ellie Mae is being held in her other arm. Whatever was in that tote bag must've been <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">VITAL</span> to 40MBR's existence, because she <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">DROPPED </span></span>Ellie Mae<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">in the middle of the street</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span> to keep trying to get the bag away from Beavis.<br /><br />Beavis won.<br /><br />Then he and 40MBR kept taking swipes at each other, yelling all the while. And Ellie Mae? Still sitting where she had been dropped, screaming her head off.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOLY FUCKING SHIT</span></span>.<br /><br />Then they abruptly separate...40MBR goes stomping off down the street with her two remaining bags. Beavis sweeps Ellie Mae up from the street, and starts digging through the bag he just grabbed from 4oMBR. He pulls out a small box, waves it and yells, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Look what I've got! Look what I've got!</span> while 40MBR mutters to herself as she walks away.<br /><br />Then Beavis returns to the Beavisphere with Ellie Mae in hand and disappears into the house.<br /><br />The exchange lasted less than 30 seconds, and I'm completely unsettled.<br /><br />About 20 minutes later, more yelling ensued as 40MBR had come back to the Beavisphere, grabbed Ellie Mae, and stomped off down the street with her, Beavis following. He stopped, turned back to Ma Barker, and went into the house.<br /><br />Lourdey!!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-62858820823095047782009-01-06T13:51:00.000-08:002009-01-06T14:04:43.339-08:00Happy New Year!!Hope everyone got through the holiday season intact...we did!<br /><br />So did Beavis and 40 Miles of Bad Road. Their activities consisted of hanging out with their friends:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWG6LTHpBtug300g0yi7gI5wX_7ybyOAPlsAyPbrpclkpH4yOinIzQQuqWD1TkenH3fCqQYThxrFIKypQcayShiQw2zEs_zZCAt8uLRsnPDnD6QTDPEM8MDjVqbV_X4ZOalzB3g/s1600-h/Familyandfriends2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWG6LTHpBtug300g0yi7gI5wX_7ybyOAPlsAyPbrpclkpH4yOinIzQQuqWD1TkenH3fCqQYThxrFIKypQcayShiQw2zEs_zZCAt8uLRsnPDnD6QTDPEM8MDjVqbV_X4ZOalzB3g/s320/Familyandfriends2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288302215257899666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6A8XWdX0UR76wVoARiLyvm4GtIs7r5mlcVflYTLE4MkoKb2OU9RGgAebz0E0BN0MwJK7Vk4whyrbNCMoULIixy1nOSCZ4pjTyIrm_USwYNwpeZZmUNH35Y3_KBfVrN1l35PxzCQ/s1600-h/Familyandfriends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6A8XWdX0UR76wVoARiLyvm4GtIs7r5mlcVflYTLE4MkoKb2OU9RGgAebz0E0BN0MwJK7Vk4whyrbNCMoULIixy1nOSCZ4pjTyIrm_USwYNwpeZZmUNH35Y3_KBfVrN1l35PxzCQ/s320/Familyandfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288302203465219874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And hanging out at their portable storage space, aka the Worktruck from Hell:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkySBXSY3BN26QyYpxc654vfcoCc8qTJce6V4aMkGPds_nojKPzJcqgQdeFIYzJfwBbXweji-K4O7LRui5bO0_l17jNOcPq_NpddqfI4CDUBAJjR6nLg248J6wRo-Hgt020n9OA/s1600-h/Beav40MBRCUtruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkySBXSY3BN26QyYpxc654vfcoCc8qTJce6V4aMkGPds_nojKPzJcqgQdeFIYzJfwBbXweji-K4O7LRui5bO0_l17jNOcPq_NpddqfI4CDUBAJjR6nLg248J6wRo-Hgt020n9OA/s320/Beav40MBRCUtruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288302008394851474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCthxeYruJfZdJ0jgdvn6c-MsjSED4_pGtxAf7ZNvSUqVpTYbKfogXJEYcoDW9RNwZ0zBFClwKyLWHmgiEyHPqHreEI6fDmTSyLRq0qT89056et1vamY_MV-SnQtGEb40HicUoZw/s1600-h/Beav40MBRtruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCthxeYruJfZdJ0jgdvn6c-MsjSED4_pGtxAf7ZNvSUqVpTYbKfogXJEYcoDW9RNwZ0zBFClwKyLWHmgiEyHPqHreEI6fDmTSyLRq0qT89056et1vamY_MV-SnQtGEb40HicUoZw/s320/Beav40MBRtruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301921800819634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Big Daddy has a new ride:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi4KLhJ0GFQhlHVVffRBK3Aq1YEEzL8im37GmMFFYTdxoUxev5FawxFV8A8WZgyFAct0xLAqA-PwTZkE-UyeyjONsWC7vc9IdbX0cUUzuldt67MYuSZKKwdL5M50FLk0gxpbNMw/s1600-h/BigDaddysNewRide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi4KLhJ0GFQhlHVVffRBK3Aq1YEEzL8im37GmMFFYTdxoUxev5FawxFV8A8WZgyFAct0xLAqA-PwTZkE-UyeyjONsWC7vc9IdbX0cUUzuldt67MYuSZKKwdL5M50FLk0gxpbNMw/s320/BigDaddysNewRide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301920466789106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know if that's a rental or what...I assume it is, because that pickup is <span style="font-style: italic;">nowhere</span> near the size of the old one.<br /><br /><br />And in the ironiest of all ironies, we have a new camper in front of our house...for real!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJL7XazET2zM-mvGXy3BNRWUEEi6u5yyx-XYcw9A33nvZeudPiYQT7FsFko8BLS0jOFCfENZ1tdgfsKYAY1ldWYelL5brkxaNgRgIQoFan2Pt37EN33F8GMki5vlYbZ0NVNG8Wg/s1600-h/BSCamperinfrontofHouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJL7XazET2zM-mvGXy3BNRWUEEi6u5yyx-XYcw9A33nvZeudPiYQT7FsFko8BLS0jOFCfENZ1tdgfsKYAY1ldWYelL5brkxaNgRgIQoFan2Pt37EN33F8GMki5vlYbZ0NVNG8Wg/s320/BSCamperinfrontofHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301914339490802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It belongs to our friend who I shall call BS. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hahahahahha!</span><br /><br />BS is kinda-sorta homeless right now. Well, OK, he is. But he has three vehicles...two cars and that cute lil' motorhome thingy. He used to live with some hippies about a mile away, but the landlord isn't around and the chick who's in the landlord's place gave BS two weeks notice to clear out. BS is going to be up in NoCal for the next 9-10 days and needed a spot to store his hoopty(hope I spelled that right)because it would get towed if he left it in his former neighborhood.<br /><br />So like dumbasses, the Husband and I said yes.<br /><br /><br />BS has quite the sense of humor about the value of the camper:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPHJBoASeZvcH43YTxYbISq-7kIXtxwxTenNKAC24tqTArML0B5FydHxVvYWuPCtqZNWPb1cy6yIUn88JjGGztJeNHqo30NKpeW6GiM5uqq1PHB-HSpDIunJtZFR1nfxH1BlYyQ/s1600-h/BSCamperPlate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPHJBoASeZvcH43YTxYbISq-7kIXtxwxTenNKAC24tqTArML0B5FydHxVvYWuPCtqZNWPb1cy6yIUn88JjGGztJeNHqo30NKpeW6GiM5uqq1PHB-HSpDIunJtZFR1nfxH1BlYyQ/s320/BSCamperPlate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301905257163250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I found this "note" on the windshield today:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFP3nY28PnKCPhUH4cu_QaruHRsv_dgsGNoUQ_cPZhqZstsd6ZnftKIX6HKPa_SmdWbWysJciW7Fs9b7XDOpmH-tzJ-R_I_1aENCHVjD6BKxDpbRovr8MvWMLTZcFXrTz-yX9yQ/s1600-h/BSCamperWindshield.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFP3nY28PnKCPhUH4cu_QaruHRsv_dgsGNoUQ_cPZhqZstsd6ZnftKIX6HKPa_SmdWbWysJciW7Fs9b7XDOpmH-tzJ-R_I_1aENCHVjD6BKxDpbRovr8MvWMLTZcFXrTz-yX9yQ/s320/BSCamperWindshield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301906927023874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The lack of windshield wipers amuses me. It had better not be raining when BS picks this monster up!<br /><br />Which, by the way, should be interesting. When BS dropped off the monster, we had him do a little parking-spot manoevering. When he went to start up the monster, it died. DAMMIT. The Husband said, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">We can put it on the charger the day before it's supposed to be picked up</span>. I just hope that'll do the trick!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-79630740067044493022008-12-13T13:11:00.000-08:002008-12-13T13:42:07.343-08:00You Should See the Other Guy!Last night as I was getting ready to go to the Animation Guild annual holiday party<span style="font-style: italic;">(<span style="font-size:85%;">which was fun as fuck</span>)</span>, I heard a big loud diesel truck-thing. Turned out it was a tow truck, and it had pulled into the Beavisphere's driveway. It was there for a long time, and I lost track of its presence as I continued to try and look like a girl for once in my miserable life.<br /><br />As the husband and I were leaving for the party, we see that the tow truck is gone, and Big Daddy's pickemup truck is in the driveway with the front end bashed in.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">WTF?!?!?!</span></span><br /><br />Today I got a better view of it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIV834P5uaux8KjiTu4dgzfxXE5ZrMozyS2yWwaY4VOnL_YmgrwoMYxTguDPUfM2If1QbSV9wHztqu7fqE0wRkkuInhQWpXhmGEAyZtcDwNYhtxb1Vpwh2hpO1CP-5QjfzF6RVA/s1600-h/Bash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIV834P5uaux8KjiTu4dgzfxXE5ZrMozyS2yWwaY4VOnL_YmgrwoMYxTguDPUfM2If1QbSV9wHztqu7fqE0wRkkuInhQWpXhmGEAyZtcDwNYhtxb1Vpwh2hpO1CP-5QjfzF6RVA/s320/Bash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385416643801026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWIjRlhsT8qswhAEZM-9pLaM-VqwA6GLJzJb0y5DU1eC_HVQjpk_RblwMBedYxIGvCA9OV1EN0wo-09OIZacFrfyJsDyxQ9EQFc9t_c5v8uZ0mhVqTuVqSGYbJqompI3J560SKQ/s1600-h/CloseUpBash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWIjRlhsT8qswhAEZM-9pLaM-VqwA6GLJzJb0y5DU1eC_HVQjpk_RblwMBedYxIGvCA9OV1EN0wo-09OIZacFrfyJsDyxQ9EQFc9t_c5v8uZ0mhVqTuVqSGYbJqompI3J560SKQ/s320/CloseUpBash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385412027347346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">OWCH!!!</span></span><br /><br />Don't know what happened, where it happened or how it happened, but it sure as sh!t happened. Big Daddy was wandering around looking just fine, so apparently he wasn't injured. I wonder how long the truck will be there...now that I think about it, he couldn't take it to a shop last night because they were all closed by the time the tow truck must've shown up.<br /><br />I guess he'll be around the Beavisphere a little more than we all anticipated!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-1038224662751716982008-12-11T21:03:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:53:31.423-08:00I'm BoredI was distractedly watching a fun dvd set called, <span style="font-style: italic;">Forbidden Hollywood</span> which features films that were made in the very early 1930's before the Production Code went into full effect. Needless to say, there were some films that were smutty...for the time.<br /><br />Anyway, I got distracted by loud music with an insane bass track, and I look outside to see this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKCc5dh8zKJN93lsFV8-46S2cwfKVoonilnXYJRa3c9k6osEJwJ981UXx_SsrFVB7NwZjYj1PITxjFafqc1T_riBAfyBfGUbiVkWVqE7jNqyHCmOVQ7H3rGY1TB72L0LxB04Wzg/s1600-h/BeavEMCar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKCc5dh8zKJN93lsFV8-46S2cwfKVoonilnXYJRa3c9k6osEJwJ981UXx_SsrFVB7NwZjYj1PITxjFafqc1T_riBAfyBfGUbiVkWVqE7jNqyHCmOVQ7H3rGY1TB72L0LxB04Wzg/s320/BeavEMCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765426368542466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Expedition that Beavis and 40 Miles of Bad Road have been running around in lately. They weren't driving it today; some fat dude with a bandanna on his head was. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever</span>.<br /><br />Beavis and Fat Dude talked for awhile, then Fat Dude pulled the SUV into the Beavisphere driveway. 40MBR and Ellie Mae came wandering out. 40MBR went to their portable storage unit, aka the rotting worktruck:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8x1-w2oBqui-qZ95nSsmmdodJ8gHo9mb5DajHKyn3J7TF-2pwW4x3SGFswCJH2INmP9gEOj8_dGrkFdnrykc8szNRQbx7sud76iBTlHEf-K_z2gRfF64aFJxr6LvRzDzHwc6gQ/s1600-h/40MBRTruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8x1-w2oBqui-qZ95nSsmmdodJ8gHo9mb5DajHKyn3J7TF-2pwW4x3SGFswCJH2INmP9gEOj8_dGrkFdnrykc8szNRQbx7sud76iBTlHEf-K_z2gRfF64aFJxr6LvRzDzHwc6gQ/s320/40MBRTruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765420323787682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There isn't really a way to lock up the worktruck, but Beavis has to jerryrig his way in anyway:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYb1ZGwkgkXbBRqWVfw3G5F0aul7jBf-qhN4mA6ZYI0GfzuecgUSHCDKMiIJiUnRdSzTFTVHTk-El5QRHdNbNKf-ATnlDQ9z39T0TTJ0VBYZHe6PAUQp8Qbst8ZLru9BLICumDw/s1600-h/40MBRBeavTruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYb1ZGwkgkXbBRqWVfw3G5F0aul7jBf-qhN4mA6ZYI0GfzuecgUSHCDKMiIJiUnRdSzTFTVHTk-El5QRHdNbNKf-ATnlDQ9z39T0TTJ0VBYZHe6PAUQp8Qbst8ZLru9BLICumDw/s320/40MBRBeavTruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765417834075602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lookit the Happy Family!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyogt79vz_Ne4Ah16V8ZXlZoVyZsg66vbMo-rqv5Ww3mCgEDoviBbLygn6fCKQ43gStd10DArp5rrBNA5rYlyT2xOD_Qx9wCSgU2HUf4TTIGC51c-MSDRP3Db2Ghn5L49kkIZvw/s1600-h/HappyFamily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyogt79vz_Ne4Ah16V8ZXlZoVyZsg66vbMo-rqv5Ww3mCgEDoviBbLygn6fCKQ43gStd10DArp5rrBNA5rYlyT2xOD_Qx9wCSgU2HUf4TTIGC51c-MSDRP3Db2Ghn5L49kkIZvw/s320/HappyFamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765413122006290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I got distracted by my own work, so I got back to it.<br /><br /><br /><br />A little later, I see this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzy3Mc23CnhscWcv1Cc9MvXZQ8-ISGhSafgnNHYRFEE_WMvQplcJfHLWX_HLKKWwC2_WUOCZBDAtVf0jvEBUGzcNr5KbTFo8wzw7kcsgdafzOSU3Rx9P-_egrH7OQmU_aFMwqNCg/s1600-h/Table1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzy3Mc23CnhscWcv1Cc9MvXZQ8-ISGhSafgnNHYRFEE_WMvQplcJfHLWX_HLKKWwC2_WUOCZBDAtVf0jvEBUGzcNr5KbTFo8wzw7kcsgdafzOSU3Rx9P-_egrH7OQmU_aFMwqNCg/s320/Table1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765411743005538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beavis carrying a coffee table. The table was left out in front of the next door neighbor's house. I saw it earlier in the day and it looked pretty cool, but I figured something must've been wrong with it for it to be abandoned like it was.<br /><br /><br />Beavis carried the table to the grass-clippings bin that was conveniently out front and put in on top of the bin.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yx7ZWCHodv0EhASrwRREviREKoSyHVp3ecM1QRDB9fE5A2R0i1OnHyk0c_TVuM8RP-kmHxXR6zFNtzhPRJQpmkBDEQYldE0FwyR61MrZxLHqqZyTTIsQDC2PLbFhyphenhyphenho__u-pRw/s1600-h/Table2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yx7ZWCHodv0EhASrwRREviREKoSyHVp3ecM1QRDB9fE5A2R0i1OnHyk0c_TVuM8RP-kmHxXR6zFNtzhPRJQpmkBDEQYldE0FwyR61MrZxLHqqZyTTIsQDC2PLbFhyphenhyphenho__u-pRw/s320/Table2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765113457128066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />However, he put the table back out in No Man's Land about 15 minutes later:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeeHTNx0cj4_In2P-Xl0lVs8uY67rlvy7uIkErhti4hgvZd5pHJ2gguWsBIqova_G0INeSDHwod03Gc6yf_TZP3LaHfmfT0YoE3FZmemXC4wFTkiXWc0l4cpqNKg_MYB3KWuy9A/s1600-h/Table3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeeHTNx0cj4_In2P-Xl0lVs8uY67rlvy7uIkErhti4hgvZd5pHJ2gguWsBIqova_G0INeSDHwod03Gc6yf_TZP3LaHfmfT0YoE3FZmemXC4wFTkiXWc0l4cpqNKg_MYB3KWuy9A/s320/Table3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765112277060722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQwGM-VzUJPNJffwQlI4-O39l7Sbj5OTG_j-ikC-K1M2fP7BDjNgHg72zPCtgCnma55PMWHPn3DJ_rHXRaONE8SxYuiYqDbxUAfnxM67YJelldqIBCsAT2N6CLq-lUk8FYFMxHg/s1600-h/Table4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQwGM-VzUJPNJffwQlI4-O39l7Sbj5OTG_j-ikC-K1M2fP7BDjNgHg72zPCtgCnma55PMWHPn3DJ_rHXRaONE8SxYuiYqDbxUAfnxM67YJelldqIBCsAT2N6CLq-lUk8FYFMxHg/s320/Table4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765107267649506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then about an hour after <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, some dude came along and grabbed the table:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxI5bmlwdD-y2ynywC00kvwj_jxDnIfJOJqbZxvnmG6aa4HAq1Q9eyl6OGJDDQ5mVD_4Yxy1bJ-AwmdkWEURVfGmaXj6qsAnr_BPeGr7WG-8FPjv8MCvzHn9qPraO3pUIXs9ihyphenhyphenw/s1600-h/Table6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxI5bmlwdD-y2ynywC00kvwj_jxDnIfJOJqbZxvnmG6aa4HAq1Q9eyl6OGJDDQ5mVD_4Yxy1bJ-AwmdkWEURVfGmaXj6qsAnr_BPeGr7WG-8FPjv8MCvzHn9qPraO3pUIXs9ihyphenhyphenw/s320/Table6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765105451316962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And happily drove off with it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzkNpnxnkiY7SIgl8b8oj-8m1una-46pNnobG9De1e-LVCv8grb6GSeohxXcb2OvzegA7pnb58PYmHohvTD4HlYU0HIW4AW4NyboZ0eNWTqI1j3pscy9sw0W_WX7vxltw-NN3ew/s1600-h/Table7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzkNpnxnkiY7SIgl8b8oj-8m1una-46pNnobG9De1e-LVCv8grb6GSeohxXcb2OvzegA7pnb58PYmHohvTD4HlYU0HIW4AW4NyboZ0eNWTqI1j3pscy9sw0W_WX7vxltw-NN3ew/s320/Table7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765100405216594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One thing I've noticed is that Big Daddy isn't around. <span style="font-style: italic;">Crap</span>. That means Beavis and his brood will continue to be around more often. Welp, hopefully that'll just mean that I'll get more funny photos of a benign nature, and not have any actual interaction with that prick.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-19396236434908815982008-12-07T10:25:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:02:56.567-08:00Upswing40 Miles of Bad Road seems to be back, sans Unfortunate DNA Recipient #4. We still have no idea what happened with the tyke.<br /><br />The thing is, it appears that Beavis, 40 MBR and Ellie Mae have been living off-site for the past week or so, but visit the Beavisphere often. They're now driving in a SUV that seems to be less junky than previous Beavismobiles. I have a feeling that 40MBR secured the SUV instead of Beavis:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUsG8jOgfCK_jAanT_nhTjZXqonD3_-6tAkDVEtpYIqTYw_M45-3Rql43Qc1AN4K7B90eB40dV8j3d96hB-1mH15KVeTzhywAdVfI7bWgUcwmp3NJYw43_oPd0TzY2i_FfuFWYg/s1600-h/SunnyBlazer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUsG8jOgfCK_jAanT_nhTjZXqonD3_-6tAkDVEtpYIqTYw_M45-3Rql43Qc1AN4K7B90eB40dV8j3d96hB-1mH15KVeTzhywAdVfI7bWgUcwmp3NJYw43_oPd0TzY2i_FfuFWYg/s320/SunnyBlazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116403048807906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I think this photo is hilarious...Beavis is Sham-Wowing the car while 40MBR is sitting in it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1gbY8ivu2m041ik_3Qewc8Y5Xja4CYhHDe61AX7CZXEI1vtUQ_XJ_WRe-z3X3stctwZ8k4BqVZOkcM3X8MRPkxioqGH4E1QbkGYFM6IVWHS_CVl90mI7uJgzbQvPM4-0Xj7PGg/s1600-h/SunnyWipedown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1gbY8ivu2m041ik_3Qewc8Y5Xja4CYhHDe61AX7CZXEI1vtUQ_XJ_WRe-z3X3stctwZ8k4BqVZOkcM3X8MRPkxioqGH4E1QbkGYFM6IVWHS_CVl90mI7uJgzbQvPM4-0Xj7PGg/s320/SunnyWipedown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116404812955986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On Friday I spied 40MBR moving endless bags o' stuff from the rotting worktruck to the SUV:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDZlTmaPHXWWICZTOdmgRoCVkFfZyFA3Zl2ljmr5ivDBo-c0_ZcAR0-sVZand0ObVwX8OL7FDhxayendPh2S5raFT4sPcyw5652WYM0hNkNNrUmEOmOZtgfqMGbwrTa8XWB8_yQ/s1600-h/40MBRbackpickup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDZlTmaPHXWWICZTOdmgRoCVkFfZyFA3Zl2ljmr5ivDBo-c0_ZcAR0-sVZand0ObVwX8OL7FDhxayendPh2S5raFT4sPcyw5652WYM0hNkNNrUmEOmOZtgfqMGbwrTa8XWB8_yQ/s320/40MBRbackpickup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116423985436258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvG3SPqnqzUPE4QqAHVxuNDqFU1Oe_dfas5i-A5FFdVrkO_31zM_EoQaSY0KuOnuomsl5Rl9gnVD_7UohN-Jw50WD7WbJn_WLV0tuNdChIwmi4gAFoFj2AmCA4NsEM_RzKv8YCNw/s1600-h/40MBRcabpickup2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvG3SPqnqzUPE4QqAHVxuNDqFU1Oe_dfas5i-A5FFdVrkO_31zM_EoQaSY0KuOnuomsl5Rl9gnVD_7UohN-Jw50WD7WbJn_WLV0tuNdChIwmi4gAFoFj2AmCA4NsEM_RzKv8YCNw/s320/40MBRcabpickup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116419415520210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNc_W01GrG1uCa4k4sCDFB3afGRfB_sF1Dvf6nfyc0U_civXvqrnuGvadiKoLTUzrVmn3RtRi7Um5YnWAUTS8YsFZDk-LMiiTG1KbzKJ3jCygjt3hNxcL9MWQiKxAoX07VLH5q5Q/s1600-h/40MBRcabpickup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNc_W01GrG1uCa4k4sCDFB3afGRfB_sF1Dvf6nfyc0U_civXvqrnuGvadiKoLTUzrVmn3RtRi7Um5YnWAUTS8YsFZDk-LMiiTG1KbzKJ3jCygjt3hNxcL9MWQiKxAoX07VLH5q5Q/s320/40MBRcabpickup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116415398793042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtxpn3FDogqMiZ9IlLdyBdcupkmm5s5lJdeXRvp0KzstPTAQtNPXLThEoN9vO9YYgUne2Sxa3fODKaC_qF3kOLe29g-tzNn90dSzW0NycvizCgZac87kPcO0b2QBHVLlAaG_Wng/s1600-h/40MBRPinkSweater.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtxpn3FDogqMiZ9IlLdyBdcupkmm5s5lJdeXRvp0KzstPTAQtNPXLThEoN9vO9YYgUne2Sxa3fODKaC_qF3kOLe29g-tzNn90dSzW0NycvizCgZac87kPcO0b2QBHVLlAaG_Wng/s320/40MBRPinkSweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116954689899314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eventually Beavis moved the SUV into the driveway:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ihpToAS3eR9s5sf6Ev3lvdeWMKMAtd41sckzAR3xnOHRgAPF5gi4wGBFBDoLrVlVGIP4GdTGO8gXkHlVAlLEHeMnvK6iBCIH-hlBAQPClz30X8xBfvJ1DvWIXAoHdQ0JNRwCkw/s1600-h/OpenEnd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ihpToAS3eR9s5sf6Ev3lvdeWMKMAtd41sckzAR3xnOHRgAPF5gi4wGBFBDoLrVlVGIP4GdTGO8gXkHlVAlLEHeMnvK6iBCIH-hlBAQPClz30X8xBfvJ1DvWIXAoHdQ0JNRwCkw/s320/OpenEnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116956589744018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And of course washed it. He <span style="font-style: italic;">loves</span> washing vehicles:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFYjLvuYVkSWTWzmz3RO7UfAh-A6AHGrIWSQI337ppzXkI5f7e6jm4j_bDtirwxcuunWefe7RT_m1lpCu8iy4hhHF7lbJnysjXzKOXvxJDahO7ZTRRhdqhHxINqd4J9fC0wbipw/s1600-h/Washingthecar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFYjLvuYVkSWTWzmz3RO7UfAh-A6AHGrIWSQI337ppzXkI5f7e6jm4j_bDtirwxcuunWefe7RT_m1lpCu8iy4hhHF7lbJnysjXzKOXvxJDahO7ZTRRhdqhHxINqd4J9fC0wbipw/s320/Washingthecar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116963828572946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't know if this domestic "bliss" will last, but I do know that when Beavis is doing "well", he's less likely to hang around mommy and daddy's house, which is VERY good for me! Upswing away, dammit!<br /><br /><br />Yesterday evening while I was prepping for my birthday party, I hear yelling from the street. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh noes!</span> I thought to myself as I ran to the window to look out to see what was going on.<br /><br />It was Beavis and 40MBR having an argument in the middle of the street. Yeah, <span style="font-style: italic;">shocking</span>.<br /><br />I could only hear parts of the conversation, but something about some girl stealing Beavis' stuff was brought up. And that 40MBR was behaving badly at Greg's house...whatever that means. There was a lot of profanity mixed in with a lot of mumbling in between outbursts of said profanity. They eventually all angrily got in the SUV and drove off.<br /><br /><br />I hear that some of my partygoers were greatly amused to see the rotting worktruck up close and personal last night. I understand that there's photos. <span style="font-style: italic;">I want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">EDIT:</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iYaiUL1K_fsBcvt2dFZKYZKfQBx8rubLVIFhyebzwXNJXX0d6XbSWQHXDOTUFJqG3bMwEeVskrOYhMoA6YnPVuUpgC2fbBxpaJtnwy_OJIabgOIgmH4n-D8Np-J88c1ao2u0Sw/s1600-h/LeningradCowboyworktruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iYaiUL1K_fsBcvt2dFZKYZKfQBx8rubLVIFhyebzwXNJXX0d6XbSWQHXDOTUFJqG3bMwEeVskrOYhMoA6YnPVuUpgC2fbBxpaJtnwy_OJIabgOIgmH4n-D8Np-J88c1ao2u0Sw/s320/LeningradCowboyworktruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277526286207032722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I peed myself a little when I got this photo from laughing so hard!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A suggestion for future photosnappers:</span> go to the front of the truck to get in the real decreptitude of the entropy. The front right tire is still completely flat and one of the headlights is about to fall off, so it looks like the truck is winking.<br /><br />Oh, and apparently I have to explain the quality of my photos. Remember, I'm usually taking photos of the action from inside my house, where I have screens over the windows. Hence the fine mesh distorts the crispness of the Redneck Theater. Just pretend that you drank about 400 PBR's and it'll look "normal".<br /><br />Enjoy!RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-58661385964712236612008-11-26T10:29:00.000-08:002008-11-26T10:38:16.715-08:00ReappearancesLast week I saw this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvJ5nDODJXgQpmLwzr_iObStZvrjqDWACqNtE0yfkbaEn6_hsvLfSUZfTyz1W_Zh7VQs9u2GP5bFBON3XiNGUYrbaWQvR3XdPQJT_Ys78iJI3T2eCmTKnPGoDfzll_wkBV4BWHQ/s1600-h/BeavLaptop1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvJ5nDODJXgQpmLwzr_iObStZvrjqDWACqNtE0yfkbaEn6_hsvLfSUZfTyz1W_Zh7VQs9u2GP5bFBON3XiNGUYrbaWQvR3XdPQJT_Ys78iJI3T2eCmTKnPGoDfzll_wkBV4BWHQ/s320/BeavLaptop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035818725503202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIdK-xyG6CD6zGEez53rlnKZ9HEoZI41NcgquhN7KyAbCmmWETnHatbjOHT8oceQQB5ta_LY6qWjw5oksjMLVYbxzmEuvTjIDSPjQibvSR6S7FSkvmiaOEPs-XhKCQvCzwYN6_A/s1600-h/BeavLaptop2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIdK-xyG6CD6zGEez53rlnKZ9HEoZI41NcgquhN7KyAbCmmWETnHatbjOHT8oceQQB5ta_LY6qWjw5oksjMLVYbxzmEuvTjIDSPjQibvSR6S7FSkvmiaOEPs-XhKCQvCzwYN6_A/s320/BeavLaptop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035807625553778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Weird to see Beavis with a computer. I wonder if the keyboard has pictures instead of letters on it so that he comprehends...<br /><br /><br />But more importantly...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">40 Miles of Bad Road made a brief reappearance!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01is9HHsODB0rYGCOh-7rYuS1OLNhzvU89lIObZCgPvaC_e0tB0R7znahwvbTe757jcOQYx_WlKxDbbNdDW0UbYkU2UECrUVqUjx_xGubOZSlGeruR2sw5bMvmZxfyu28KtO38g/s1600-h/Reunited1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01is9HHsODB0rYGCOh-7rYuS1OLNhzvU89lIObZCgPvaC_e0tB0R7znahwvbTe757jcOQYx_WlKxDbbNdDW0UbYkU2UECrUVqUjx_xGubOZSlGeruR2sw5bMvmZxfyu28KtO38g/s320/Reunited1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035404692001906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-Wq4ZYRou_WYaywRZrvtUtvGFuho6ikEVnycAQ0KH_Z1evlpoT5DIBhkP52PtmaRGtLvABSI2TC94V_xIPyTNUySzOTL3SpHVEPrQ6Za3GyHjkwXc7jjXwC5KB76uw0PGIygrA/s1600-h/Reunited2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-Wq4ZYRou_WYaywRZrvtUtvGFuho6ikEVnycAQ0KH_Z1evlpoT5DIBhkP52PtmaRGtLvABSI2TC94V_xIPyTNUySzOTL3SpHVEPrQ6Za3GyHjkwXc7jjXwC5KB76uw0PGIygrA/s320/Reunited2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035402392856610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She came by last Saturday to visit with Ellie Mae. Beavis and 40MBR were civil to each other...no arguing, etc.<br /><br />As you can see, Unfortunate DNA Recipient #4 is no longer inside of 40MBR. We don't know where UDNAR#4 is...it wasn't with 40MBR.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5RPlL7Ye_M2W6TKDGgCdQgWvfEyrJ2IJmTABcobcH-WV6U2wASCS1TZiyKP3-be0sSz3wwOJKjwcXWiIBJ20bno47MWWeLGiaT-Tuanleou3PQ16ohOQTrzqirV36XvsIYgCKA/s1600-h/CU40MBR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5RPlL7Ye_M2W6TKDGgCdQgWvfEyrJ2IJmTABcobcH-WV6U2wASCS1TZiyKP3-be0sSz3wwOJKjwcXWiIBJ20bno47MWWeLGiaT-Tuanleou3PQ16ohOQTrzqirV36XvsIYgCKA/s320/CU40MBR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035398618769730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jeezus, but that woman has earned her nickname.<br /><br /><br /><br />The three of them went wandering off down the street after about a half hour:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-3wKPJE6VDE3vx33rHUv4CXRYCUL2cfKyLnEs_zGSF7b0Ngh4uilPNPx77mkvSoYv8UVT-qwq8CtVjpORuVTHMEI6CrsWaMNONSHdmcPCfptScyjBOVxvXxTswQ6O9qZw50OBw/s1600-h/AllLeaving.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-3wKPJE6VDE3vx33rHUv4CXRYCUL2cfKyLnEs_zGSF7b0Ngh4uilPNPx77mkvSoYv8UVT-qwq8CtVjpORuVTHMEI6CrsWaMNONSHdmcPCfptScyjBOVxvXxTswQ6O9qZw50OBw/s320/AllLeaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035396907771042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And about 15 minutes after they left, Beavis and Ellie Mae came back:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivR4ncIxo5HC247jlS3LQNQtQHQQhQbFu4nayQrPko8pe319gW9p_qvYLooU6MCj4gcP_QnbeORbrcjIsmpwixLKPsfgbHRwp_oiD766rMFiY3FBgp7Z1UFw7m8a06q5GnLaZPNQ/s1600-h/BeavisEllieHome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivR4ncIxo5HC247jlS3LQNQtQHQQhQbFu4nayQrPko8pe319gW9p_qvYLooU6MCj4gcP_QnbeORbrcjIsmpwixLKPsfgbHRwp_oiD766rMFiY3FBgp7Z1UFw7m8a06q5GnLaZPNQ/s320/BeavisEllieHome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035389692771362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thanksgiving and rain have been keeping further Beavis activity on the quiet side. <span style="font-style: italic;">Woohoo!</span>RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-78542747053585017502008-11-15T20:57:00.000-08:002008-11-16T11:43:57.537-08:00Suburban BlissBig Daddy is still around quite often, so Beavis' activities are curtailed to a certain extent.<br /><br />But not completely.<br /><br />Beavis has caught on to the Parking Ticket Game, and so he regularly washes the worktruck to make it look like it's taken care of. Nevermind that it still has a flat tire:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XiGnbXprMSbDqcNBJq__HkXNOlU0xy00AyGT4Fa15vEjN61qCufhOpAdfftHo2X-SNS5Pyu2xk0VBN25a11FsTV_RrfBFSTPgX94hUDX50rwO9tuP2xBHHVywcQPtYc2HD4YiA/s1600-h/BeavisWashingTruck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XiGnbXprMSbDqcNBJq__HkXNOlU0xy00AyGT4Fa15vEjN61qCufhOpAdfftHo2X-SNS5Pyu2xk0VBN25a11FsTV_RrfBFSTPgX94hUDX50rwO9tuP2xBHHVywcQPtYc2HD4YiA/s320/BeavisWashingTruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269115152002357682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh <span style="font-style: italic;">look</span>, he's spiffying up the windows!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRt0dltGDx6K6EPVsmTwXcppRGx2FTZtKdxrxFPZPU2LbmjpGnZwLfBrB4MMUVjCT71Wm7u_zwwDXfL-lFf2dzE3vEvuJapgAECEs0H6MmXklDbyVvAr50wr1wkHJ00bI54FXIw/s1600-h/SpiffyingUp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRt0dltGDx6K6EPVsmTwXcppRGx2FTZtKdxrxFPZPU2LbmjpGnZwLfBrB4MMUVjCT71Wm7u_zwwDXfL-lFf2dzE3vEvuJapgAECEs0H6MmXklDbyVvAr50wr1wkHJ00bI54FXIw/s320/SpiffyingUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269115155297383250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He still is a jerkface, though.<br /><br />Thursday night both the Dear Husband and I caught snippets of one of Beavis' cellphone conversations that he likes to have as he paces around outside the Beavisphere. Something about him hanging out with his friends and threatening someone. He then pleads with the guy he's talking to <span style="font-style: italic;">to not call the cops</span>. 'Cos dawg, he's gonna beat the sh!t outta the someone he threatened. He says <span style="font-style: italic;">dawg</span> a lot. Since he's so...gangsta and all.<br /><br />He then went on to say that the action was coming to our street.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yikes.</span><br /><br />But nothing happened. Big Daddy came home and put the kaibash on Beavis' roamings.<br /><br /><br /><br />On Friday he was back to hanging out in front of the house while Ellie Mae wandered around, barely attended to:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyidKrTrF394r7ugBa8-7GPswze7Dlfe_bdO1athoSLCQZgpOo6ZXVyQQ3Sver2kTsoLHJmKS3m8Q4djb3EknUmY3UgaJAIFkwR5UtVjCH0SUlWY7FqHhCA_f52VR1fLqg-ZltA/s1600-h/TalkingandEllieMae.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyidKrTrF394r7ugBa8-7GPswze7Dlfe_bdO1athoSLCQZgpOo6ZXVyQQ3Sver2kTsoLHJmKS3m8Q4djb3EknUmY3UgaJAIFkwR5UtVjCH0SUlWY7FqHhCA_f52VR1fLqg-ZltA/s320/TalkingandEllieMae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269115156784498802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ellie Mae's been known to wander off quite often when left to her own devices. Usually Ma Barker has to go and fetch Ellie Mae from one of the neighbor's yards. 40 Miles of Bad Road still is not around, nor is her latest offspring. We still don't know what happened to her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">EDIT:</span></span> S<span style="font-style: italic;">unday, Nov. 16:</span> This morning I stumbled around the house and heard Beavis even though I was inside my house. He was helping some dude wash a blazer-type of vehicle parked in front of the Beavisphere and talking loudly. Something about <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"my sh!t that got stolen"</span> by some guy. I hear a woman's voice, but I never saw her, just heard her voice. I don't think it was 40MBR.<br /><br />Beavis argued with her. Ellie Mae wandered back and forth along the sidewalk. The blazer dude kept detailing the blazer. I caught different snippets of conversation about Beavis' stolen stuff, and that she's a backstabber because she let the dude take Beavis' stuff and still hangs out with the guy. Or something. Hmmmm. This went on for at least a half hour. Then they all piled into the blazer and left.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-26318303482609170982008-10-22T06:39:00.001-07:002008-10-22T06:47:51.920-07:00Quiet TimeBeavis is still around, but is mighty quiet.<br /><br />40 Miles of Bad Road is still gone, which probably contributes greatly to the quiet.<br /><br />A couple of days ago I looked out the window and saw this domestic scene of Beavis enjoying the sunshine while Ma Barker wandered in and out of the Beavisphere:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANhNBoOsjDQxua18ZFc2_UUMzQ1vP7dmvH0JNh38JRAs42sPyU5V7NW3MJbWZ-MwGnT48ajGOWR8dXoa93inlOgaNaV3-g4lmyrzUQ8aiXlAAQPL4H_-CDp0Z1lOhSbZmgiNOZg/s1600-h/DomesticScene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANhNBoOsjDQxua18ZFc2_UUMzQ1vP7dmvH0JNh38JRAs42sPyU5V7NW3MJbWZ-MwGnT48ajGOWR8dXoa93inlOgaNaV3-g4lmyrzUQ8aiXlAAQPL4H_-CDp0Z1lOhSbZmgiNOZg/s320/DomesticScene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259972510289841122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaitaminute, Beavis has the mental capacity to use a computer?!? Color me<span style="font-style: italic;"> shocked:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmj2NQ56fb3GeW7YNKqitrw3LbtRmSVRnxFLfI7SZYIW3xyJQyPYFxtd64feauG2l2eDglnxs07KFMkvRGAmv1RT6mFtaBTAPdcUo6kYUp6qv7IeQTzuQAaI-Cj9B8sszLWWLBA/s1600-h/BeavisCULaptop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmj2NQ56fb3GeW7YNKqitrw3LbtRmSVRnxFLfI7SZYIW3xyJQyPYFxtd64feauG2l2eDglnxs07KFMkvRGAmv1RT6mFtaBTAPdcUo6kYUp6qv7IeQTzuQAaI-Cj9B8sszLWWLBA/s320/BeavisCULaptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259972519544058674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beavis has had a few "friends" over when he needs help getting to and fro. The below was taken yesterday after the pickup pulled up and Beavis hopped out. He then gathered one of his bicycles from the truckbed and hung out with the guy who drove the truck:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8omQnioLjMi4adsX4RrXP8PCqRXvBPeKVlXIM47Krd4PtL3Yk_Syo-LG47cDILaK7P2HNBgZCc2M7EHMb6E-D5-U45NrDlYUTRbKn2Lp1_NVdu5a6Uk6IbbTPoJ4-6kZm0VKGZw/s1600-h/BeavisandBuddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8omQnioLjMi4adsX4RrXP8PCqRXvBPeKVlXIM47Krd4PtL3Yk_Syo-LG47cDILaK7P2HNBgZCc2M7EHMb6E-D5-U45NrDlYUTRbKn2Lp1_NVdu5a6Uk6IbbTPoJ4-6kZm0VKGZw/s320/BeavisandBuddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259972524486096082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When Beavis manages to pull himself away from the Beavisphere, it's usually on bicycle, and then apparently gets rides back home from the buddies. Whatever.<br /><br /><br />This morning I woke up around 5am(not sleeping well due to terminally ill kitty), looked outside and saw Beavis lurking:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlZA0GDZYRXTCcxjQC7PNQATQ_3oxL32h8YI7T55AQqPAeICiTUcBJSQWEe08ExM9DA3A6vtndEJHLJlnwvpcVz6YisPm9e4JoRRrxrGHwwqabamEszL16tLSG6xUdhC_rr2-fQ/s1600-h/LurkingBeavis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlZA0GDZYRXTCcxjQC7PNQATQ_3oxL32h8YI7T55AQqPAeICiTUcBJSQWEe08ExM9DA3A6vtndEJHLJlnwvpcVz6YisPm9e4JoRRrxrGHwwqabamEszL16tLSG6xUdhC_rr2-fQ/s320/LurkingBeavis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259972533818294162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm used to him doing that at night...it's creepy seeing him out so early in the morning doing the same damn thing.RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009564.post-65635564032748105032008-10-13T15:15:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:39:18.697-07:00I know, I know...<span style="font-style: italic;">Yes,</span> it's been forever and a day since I last updated Redneck Theater. Let's see if I can remember everything...<br /><br />About three weeks ago Big Daddy, Ma Barker, Ellie Mae and 40 Miles of Bad Road left the Beavisphere. Apparently Big Daddy, Ma Barker and Ellie Mae went on vacation for two weeks. I have <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">no</span> idea what happened to 40MBR or the latest little unfortunate bun in her oven.<br /><br />She hasn't been back.<br /><br />While the above cats were away, Beavis the mouse did play. The first week he was without adult supervision, he did what we expected him to...he had all kinds of different scumbags coming to his daddy's house at all hours of the day and night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYo8iwP5gFFz-q8MXv3J8peVUe8NMKfYyJ_6pyRorT9woEb42ZIvEBHpm_cB6_iYHFJqihuJBSEI20PFLZz6aEVAdkuodz0cciG_3JqSb3G9e3t-O9J2AFyV9NxiqmpZg8e5L5Q/s1600-h/DaddysGone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYo8iwP5gFFz-q8MXv3J8peVUe8NMKfYyJ_6pyRorT9woEb42ZIvEBHpm_cB6_iYHFJqihuJBSEI20PFLZz6aEVAdkuodz0cciG_3JqSb3G9e3t-O9J2AFyV9NxiqmpZg8e5L5Q/s320/DaddysGone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765742657045538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not only were they scummy, they were fat and ugly too:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumXroZedLlPaix1PvmGdPAp4XdqK2d_QzB7SgrTt9TvT-gQGC7OcWTZRK831zzT_6owtOM8qRP0pqLlWV0_ZHC8vZBKcBNlQcB0wafHr0agnxbMAlP7XZaJU3sEgza5SyjdgSaA/s1600-h/DaddysGone2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumXroZedLlPaix1PvmGdPAp4XdqK2d_QzB7SgrTt9TvT-gQGC7OcWTZRK831zzT_6owtOM8qRP0pqLlWV0_ZHC8vZBKcBNlQcB0wafHr0agnxbMAlP7XZaJU3sEgza5SyjdgSaA/s320/DaddysGone2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765742335707682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They would party up a storm at night. The front door would be left wide open, and different colorful characters would shuffle in and out at a constant rate. They would be a little loud, but not enough to justify calling the cops. <span style="font-style: italic;">Dammit</span>.<br /><br />At one point, the Dear Husband heard some loud arguing in the middle of the night. It's Beavis and a woman, <span style="font-style: italic;">presumably</span> 40MBR. The DH hears the sound of someone being hit, and crying and yelling ensues. As usual, the cops aren't brought in to arrest the scumbag. I ask the DH if it really was 40MBR, since she's been conspicuously absent. He shrugs...<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">who else would put up with that?</span> Hmmmm.<br /><br />Also, Beavis has been getting around by borrowing different vehicles. See the sporty little mini-pick'em up truck he had a buddy bring by while Big Daddy was gone:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P-9CR6WzDrKRjDQY6nKQWHFIzXonUJEWX5ba3OGNiQ9QbDfmuVcKGrs42WW2tNIk2QI6-OmXaZrKbML0G1LJdnTTa7iZ3y-KvSElccPnLaUW0RilG0WeIR-3rYxU9X2QBi-Bcw/s1600-h/SmallWhitePU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P-9CR6WzDrKRjDQY6nKQWHFIzXonUJEWX5ba3OGNiQ9QbDfmuVcKGrs42WW2tNIk2QI6-OmXaZrKbML0G1LJdnTTa7iZ3y-KvSElccPnLaUW0RilG0WeIR-3rYxU9X2QBi-Bcw/s320/SmallWhitePU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765745921352242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And this lovely Buick:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhxSmAq-GhIUDQewHxPfN-xSwtzEiYrlm3j5GHAGwJO4TJzQmbHNnu712i7rvkBQE4-YTmd7Eqs7acL9hznzlQtY1v0nklny_zy5uzCdbuVal6YHUmjzQlML2RW_Dbpv3-GGp4w/s1600-h/Car1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhxSmAq-GhIUDQewHxPfN-xSwtzEiYrlm3j5GHAGwJO4TJzQmbHNnu712i7rvkBQE4-YTmd7Eqs7acL9hznzlQtY1v0nklny_zy5uzCdbuVal6YHUmjzQlML2RW_Dbpv3-GGp4w/s320/Car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765753062274514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />About a week and a half in, Beavis suddenly quieted down. By the end of the second week, Choirboy Beavis was in full effect. Big Daddy, Ma Barker and Ellie Mae came back home after two weeks of <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Seeing What Our Future Holds If Big Daddy Dies Before Ma Barker</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HELL</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkOBD9P7DqW3uLp15Bb65ROagsUl9P8tFwfB-DS6iX9gDpB_rusI4yGaohXI_YA33VZyeP0lqMt9ACSdBV8Q9eFNXSeclODcF_lG_tCPwU2b_k-9DSljy17zL2A0WGpop1agEWw/s1600-h/Car2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkOBD9P7DqW3uLp15Bb65ROagsUl9P8tFwfB-DS6iX9gDpB_rusI4yGaohXI_YA33VZyeP0lqMt9ACSdBV8Q9eFNXSeclODcF_lG_tCPwU2b_k-9DSljy17zL2A0WGpop1agEWw/s320/Car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765752549524258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was actually relieved when the rest of the family came back and some sort of "normalcy" resumed...complete with Little Sister getting her BMW back, as you can see in the above photo.<br /><br />While the family was gone and the different assorted colorful characters were parading around the neighborhood, one new fresh face was seen even after "normalcy" had resumed:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CD5CqqQDYzGvL14J462w2E7vuid-WQ99rDejvXpr-N1TdlFmSBJfA14FGb9XfeaU0OH4wNSWVbZzCIuvws0IJ1Om1n88eDSQwk9c2n1ScJ7tVVM55SQiXDWtMiM8FE2SMZDePA/s1600-h/ReplacementMammaWide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CD5CqqQDYzGvL14J462w2E7vuid-WQ99rDejvXpr-N1TdlFmSBJfA14FGb9XfeaU0OH4wNSWVbZzCIuvws0IJ1Om1n88eDSQwk9c2n1ScJ7tVVM55SQiXDWtMiM8FE2SMZDePA/s320/ReplacementMammaWide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256766088074393058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A closer peek at the young, uh, "lady" who's stupid enough to hang out with Beavis:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq78DpnZj-SrL-0QUYLMX-VaxM0q7AM3S_SaOTP6or57Z4MvvBITyVI68qkI3z-tnPBagmhnvrwRwEsiHrW-ZhGhN4vG6ZmwQavvkOS2qhrxwqx4B4Murcm8u_dCp-zhQ27q2IdA/s1600-h/ReplacementMamma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq78DpnZj-SrL-0QUYLMX-VaxM0q7AM3S_SaOTP6or57Z4MvvBITyVI68qkI3z-tnPBagmhnvrwRwEsiHrW-ZhGhN4vG6ZmwQavvkOS2qhrxwqx4B4Murcm8u_dCp-zhQ27q2IdA/s320/ReplacementMamma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256766090448430354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Christ.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Whenever I see Beavis out in front of the house, I usually can't hear what he's saying because he's wayyyyy across the street and stuff. The DH would come into the art room and ask me, but I'd tell him testily that how can I get a better idea of what's going on if I can't hear the conversations he's having?<br /><br />So the DH got me this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1FQ2vdORiw89xud_fuERh2EsqpcrEfeoWxVeOe2wgcv6m_-XF0B0_rptYwFeg2oCoIVro5lz1yb7BotgGDx3jRRXtxCNXgXUWfKNh-wOMhHijO5KdEJL0cDwxvapEQ70e4bvSw/s1600-h/465376291_b32c3e34dd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1FQ2vdORiw89xud_fuERh2EsqpcrEfeoWxVeOe2wgcv6m_-XF0B0_rptYwFeg2oCoIVro5lz1yb7BotgGDx3jRRXtxCNXgXUWfKNh-wOMhHijO5KdEJL0cDwxvapEQ70e4bvSw/s320/465376291_b32c3e34dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256766094946661618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep, one of those listening devices. The one he got me doesn't work that well...whenever I point it in Beavis' general direction, all I hear is Ellie Mae's constant crying. <span style="font-style: italic;">Phooey</span>. Well, not true...today Beavis was talking to a buddy in a car. The buddy was about to leave, but waited for a guy on a unicycle to wobble by. Beavis encouraged the buddy to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">"just go for it!"</span> in regards to the unicyclist. What a guy!<br /><br />So now I'm officially the neighborhood Mrs. Kravitz:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTAVLNXXdfj_9WXHd5wz88Lq7FMl2wbXt1UUfpLTNElPf9gpx5wLqJ_ydfcHwRTSzQg2rJwaVVmVkDeKJAdHYIhk5scq8JcosOGaDqvg4B5iExy0EYJFit4FDhYq0m1RhujrHYQ/s1600-h/gladyskravitz.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTAVLNXXdfj_9WXHd5wz88Lq7FMl2wbXt1UUfpLTNElPf9gpx5wLqJ_ydfcHwRTSzQg2rJwaVVmVkDeKJAdHYIhk5scq8JcosOGaDqvg4B5iExy0EYJFit4FDhYq0m1RhujrHYQ/s320/gladyskravitz.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256766095038928018" border="0" /></a>RedDiablahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632173887505994233noreply@blogger.com2