Well, he's back.

Seems there was a relative's graduation he had to go to, that took 5 days. All I can ask is, "When's the next one???!!??"

He arrived in fine fashion, with a double quarter pounder and xtra-large fries.

This evening, he downed a plate of jambalaya and potato salad, followed by a bowl of chili and 3-4 slices of bread, followed by 3 granola bars, followed by gum.



Yup, he's back.

4th day.....

For the past 4 days I've been:

IR free.

Popcorn free.

GRUUUNT free.

Stupid question free.

"hm" "ya know" and "anyhow" free.


Where is IR? I dunno. I guess I'll find out whenever he gets back.

Early morning trial......

I got time enough for this one, since it's 6:40am or so...



Yesterday, the A/C went out. I called the landlord and left a message on her answering machine.
She didn't call back until about 9:30pm.
During the evening and then this morning, this is what I've been subjected to.....

(Evening)
It's 80 degrees downstairs, which means it's likely 90 or so upstairs. 20 degrees hotter than normal.

IR - *DTS and stands in front of the thermostat* "Damn, this thing isn't cooling very well." *Fiddles with switches to no effect.*

Me - "It's been broken since before I got home. It was 78 when I walked in the door. I checked the outside unit, and it isn't working at all."

IR - "Oh. Didja call the, ya know, landlady?"

Me - "Yup, she gave me the number of the guy she uses so I can call in the morning."

IR - "hm." *Tromps back upstairs*

IR - *DTS about 1 hour later - 11:00pm Stops and stares intently at thermostat again. Mutters to himself, sorta...* "hm. 83 degrees, and it's on cool, and auto. hm." *Note* Already knowing that the outside unit wasn't working, I had turned off the "cool" part and left only the fan running. In IR's earlier jaunt downstairs he had turned it back on expecting it to miraculously work, probably due to some obscure prayer of his.*

(Morning)

I'm already up, it's still 83 degrees in here, and it's about 6:30am.

IR - DTS and, "Any idea when they're gonna show up?"

Me - *remembering last night's exchange. IR - "Oh. Didja call the, ya know, landlady?"
Me - "Yup, she gave me the number of the guy she uses so I can call in the morning."* "How would I know that?"

IR - "Oh.. hm... *mighty confused look* Thought you were gonna call."

Me - "Not at 6:30 in the morning."

IR - "ooooooohhhhhhhh"

Me - *shakes head tiredly*

Just a quick note....

To apologize for missing the IRB 1 year anniversary on May 01, 2005.



Christ, has it been that long?

Due to recent developments

The IRB will have to be put on hold for a little while.

This may take a while, but I'll be back as soon as possible.


Rules during break time.


No wild parties. (Put down that paintgun Soneji)

Feed the dog.

Shave PoorBastidge's back.



That last one oughta keep all of ya busy and out of trouble for a while.... PB is crafty..

The Simpsons!

If anyone saw the Simpsons last night, you got a little taste of IR in action.

Just change Homer to "IR" and away you go!

Oh just shut UP......

So, I got home from work today at about 3:15pm.

Had about 30 minutes of peace before Mr. Lying-In-Wait-To-Annoy-Me comes creaking down the stairs.

So here I'm sitting in my bright blue work shirt and tan pants (standard attire), I've been gone for 5 hours, and.....


IR - *mighty confused look* "Did you go to work today?"

Me - *mighty annoyed at his stupidity look* ".................."

IR - "Oh. hm."

He then proceeds to go into the kitchen for what is likely his 3rd or 4th bowl full of "something" of the day, sit behind me and slurpity smickity himself into low caloric heaven. Oh, and talk to the TV too....

Well, that was interesting....

IR just bolted downstairs after a somewhat loud exchange upstairs on his cell phone.

GRUUUUUUNTing down on the couch, he flips on the tv and jumps to an apparently pre-determined channel.

On this channel was an interview by a reporter with a guy that wrote a book that (from the sound of it) was being pilloried quite harshly by the Christian religious fanatics in the world. It had something to do with the "end days", "Rapture" or whatever you'd like to call it.
In this interview the reporter was asking some pretty direct questions about what this guy believed in regards to all this.
The answers he got were indecisive at best. "Some people think this, and some think that."

Well DUUH. Ya don't say?!?

IR watched until the commercial came on, GRRUUUUUNNNTTTed back up off the couch with an "OKAY!" and bolted back upstairs.

I've decided.....

After hearing it from a friend, and having the thought pass through my noggin a couple of times, that IR is obsessive compulsive.

The signs are all there and plain to even untrained monkeys like myself. He gathers a little interest in something that immediately snowballs into a full blown obsession.

He spent, I think it was 6 years playing Evercrack every single night. (Yeah, that's sad enough, isn't it?)
Since then, every game he's gotten that he liked in the least bit got ALL of his attention until something else came along. (Much to the chagrin of his church and bible buddies, I'm sure...)
The whole religious thing. (remember, we're in the "end days" right now, the anti-Christ is among us, etc...)
The fingernail thingie...
One word... Popcorn. (Does anything more really need to be said?)
Well, food in general. He's got enough around here to maintain the US Army in Iraq for a week.

I'm sure there's a bunch more that I don't know about (and don't care to).

Hair dryer???

So, IR happened downstairs the other night and stopped by the couch where this
was sitting. Looking down he asks...

IR - "Is that uhhhhhhh.... Hair dryer?"

Me - *turns to follow gaze, then looks back up at him incredulously and speechlessly*

10yo saves the day - "Hair dryer?" *incredulous look comparable to my own* "No, it's a toy gun for my Nerf game on the computer."

IR - "Oohhh.. hm. ......hm. *still examining it as if it's a satanic concoction* "Looks like one of those blow dryers."


*Note - It hasn't been moved or touched since this exchange. It's exactly as he saw it.