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Well now it appears that my football team has been pretty busy this weekend picking up a relatively unknown player by the name of Randy Moss from the Oakland Raiders. Yes I realize that that was said rather tongue in cheek, but it hit me like a ton of bricks when I heard his press conference yesterday on the radio. I hadn't been paying much attention so when I took my daughter to her church group and was expecting some good old fashion Red Sox/Yankee trash talk, I didn't even kn ow who was talking in the press conference. I did know that it had to be pretty important to rump the Red Sox just winning their fifth out of six games against the Yankees so I turned it up.

Now here is my honest opinion of what was transpiring as it was because I need to tell you right now that I have paid NO attention to Randy Moss since he has been in the league aside from his statistics, and had no desire to fall into the drama that surrounds him. I placed him into the same category as Terrell Owens despite the fact {and this is the first bit of good news} that you can actually get away from the Randy Moss drama and the Terrell Owens drama will find you no matter what you do. From that perspective alone I was listening to Randy Moss speak for the first time and didn't know who he was as he was doing it. I was impressed by the way he talked actually and was thinking to myself that he was obviously intelligent enough to be a member of the Patriots. He was modest when he proclaimed that he was the second best wide receiver in the history of Marshall University {and yes shows how much attention I have paid because I didn't know he went there but did know ...} making sure that Troy Brown got his props. That will endear you to a Patriots fan really quickly, and he finished off by making sure {intelligently} that he had no hard feelings towards the Raiders and wished them the best of luck. He sounded wonderful until I heard, “That's Randy Moss ladies and gentlemen” and my heart leapt up into my throat so bad that my daughter even pointed out that I looked like I was going to have a heart attack.

Now with that being said I realize that already I had a bit of a misconception of whom Randy Moss was and I probably should be ashamed of that. I assumed that he was a street thug, with a blunt hanging out of his mouth carrying a pistol every where he went. On the same side of the coin we have to be honest and say that that is how he is portrayed all the time so it is not completely my fault, but I was listening to a few interesting sports pundits on the whole thing and they brought up some interesting points too. Think about this for a minute, and it rather goes into the whole scope of why I simply assume that most people that hate the President are lunatics too, in the fact that there is an entire news cycle devoted to simply bringing this guy down. People want footage of him “dogging it” and being a nare do well and it is big money to get your hands on these things.

To date there are only about 5 or 6 incidents of Randy Moss “dogging it” on the football field while at the same time there are many thousands of pieces of highlight reel of him doing amazing things as well. A video clip of him “dogging it” will bring in far more money then a video clip of him “dogging it” and they just can’t get it. This has always been a pretty good defense on the President as well assuming that everyone in the world wants proof that he is behind any of the things that people babble on about constantly and they just can’t do it. Case in point we are propagating a few myths. Now on the same coin he does have a rap sheet, but don’t simply assume that he earned it all. The historical collapse of the Minnesota Vikings over the last few years has been accredited to him and he wasn’t even there for the boat incident amongst other things, and seriously I am not going to propagate the myths.

Where I am really going with this is that it is important for me to remember one thing when it pertains to certain things in this world, that I am not an expert, although I play one on blog. When it comes to my football team, the New England Patriots, I have been blessed to have one of the greatest football minds in charge of the team for over 6 years now. Three Super Bowl championships, and even though they lost the AFC Championship last year I still remember all of the people saying after they just got there when they shouldn’t have “Hey, It’s the Patriots. What do you expect?” and because of that alone I have to assume that the team knows what they are doing. Let’s also throw in the fact that my baseball team has the best record in Baseball right now because they appear to know what they are doing and I am becoming rather spoiled in all of this. Still living in Winnerville after all those years, all we have to do is try to get a Basketball and a Hockey team in here and we will be all set. {Dodging the baskets of rotten fruit … I kept my day job}

While I have the attention of the three or four of you still reading I have to make a commentary about the race yesterday too. I am not going to pretend to be a NASCAR fan because I am not, it actually bores the living shit out of me, and I have always found Professional Wrestling to be a much better red neck sport, but I am going to bring it up anyway. My credentials are this before I go on, that I was married into the family that owns New Hampshire International Speedway, and I was inundated with all of the family talk of the great sport of racing at every family dinner, and often was able to participate. I met many of the drivers that have become legends amongst other things and I have been rather privy to view NASCAR races live just for shits and giggles so I happen to know that it is NOT just a red neck sport. What I saw yesterday though as Jeff Gordon won at Talladega to pass Dale Earnhardt on the all time victory list makes me wonder if I jumped to conclusions assuming that they weren’t.

I have heard it ALL from every hater on the NASCAR fan list as to why Jeff Gordon is to be hated on, and it is every bit as stupid as what I see on CT each and every day. “He never earned it,” or “He cheats,” or “He is a pretty boy,” or “He has everything handed to him,” just doesn’t flush any more. Ok, I realize that DuPont wanted to sink big money into racing and they told Hendricks to go get a “Non Traditional” driver to drive the car, and a ton of money was sunk into it, but lets get one things strait here. HE EARNED IT ALL FROM THERE! Throwing bottles and cans at his car as he was doing his victory lap was beyond tacky it was very low class and hickish, and I am sorry that the fans of what is becoming a great sport had to de-evolve back to the stereotypes that everyone has for them. This is typical of what we see all over the world though as those that obviously accomplish things get torn down for it, but I want to use another analogy for you as all of the people that were set up in the same circumstances that Jeff Gordon was and totally failed outright because they never had to earn anything far out number those that make the most of what they get. I think of a quarterback that the Patriots used to have by the name of Drew Bledsoe, who was blessed with more talent than most and set up with one of the greatest coaches in the game. His lack of training, practice, and a whole host of other things turned him into a total failure in the end and a hungrier quarterback came along and took his job, by the name of Tom Brady.

I happen to be a Jeff Gordon fan despite not being a NASCAR fan because everyone hates him. It’s one of those things like being a New York Yankees hater {born and bred thank you very much} because whether you like it or not rooting against them is going to make you miserable more often then it is going to make you happy. History has dictated that. I still remember though that when Roger Clemens showed up at Fenway Park in what was supposed to be his last appearance there {yeah we never learn} that he got a standing ovation as he left the field and even came out to take another bow for all of the people who were wishing for nothing but his failure that night as he was not only pitching for the other team he was pitching for THE YANKEES on the Red Sox home field. That was class, and what happened in Talladega yesterday was not. Like it, lump it, live with it, but the facts are still in that NASCAR has a long way to go. ;8o)

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The Twins Of Kane – Exodus 2.1

My mind was just thumping and raging now as I stared out into that field where about 30 seconds ago, to large men were and then vanished. My head is killing me at this point in time and I can’t even think strait as I realized that I now have to understand why I am technically in league with the Devil. I’m not exactly a good Christian girl, but I’m far from being a mortal sinner either, I have been to enough Sunday School classes to know that it takes a lot more than pre marital sex to become friends with Satan after all. I did give myself a bit of the giggles as I thought over the fact that Satan should have come to see me about the pre marital sex over 15 years ago anyway, because that was the last time I had had any. Nothing passes the smell test anymore really so I don’t know anything anymore and am at least willing to admit it.

My mind finally wandered to the things that I need to think about like the window that I assume is going to blow in on my house any minute now. The rips in the fabric of time should probably be the next thing I ask my new buddy about if I ever see him again, but realistically I don’t even think I can assume that I won’t see him again. I am starting that walk home from the park now, but my legs are total gelatin from the feeling that I had sat on that bench for 12 hours at least. Maybe I had been and my lapses in time are merely delusional blackouts. Even I couldn’t be so lucky to think at this point in time that I am going to wake up from all of this, because I can already feel that I am locked into something epic, that some day the next JRR Tolkien could write, but as it appears you all are stuck with me instead. Daylight was escaping the streets rather quickly and I could only see the outline of my house from the lights on in the windows from here.

Walking up the back stairs I already could tell that the window had again been smashed in, only this time it isn’t going to go away. If it was then I wouldn’t have such a lack of amusement over the fact that I am unemployed at the moment. Yes I did already take a second look to make sure that the diner was still leveled and it was quite destroyed. Unlike the window, which we always keep spares in the basement due to stray tornados around here, there doesn’t appear to be much hope of my getting employment too soon around here because this town hemorrhages jobs much faster than it does residents. That diner was my job for 14 years, and I was pretty lucky to have it.

Opening the door I saw the glass in the wall as I had earlier but there was something on the floor by the wall that I could have sworn was not there before. Stuck on a piece of glass in the floor was a baseball that had obviously caused the break, and I know for a fact that I hadn’t seen that this morning. Just for cause and effect it would have made the whole ordeal a lot less scary, and in a way far more explainable even if there were no kids outside at the time my mind would have registered it a lot better and not even thought about it. This was when I started wondering where Jake was, and felt a bit of a panic actually. “Jake!” I yelled out wondering where he was desperately and in a way rather ashamed of myself for not thinking of him the second I saw the window.

“Mom, Please! I only broke the window about 10 minutes ago and I had to go get another one out of the cellar!” came from down in the basement, and my heart went back down into my chest. “It started getting too dark to see what we were doing and the ball just sailed over my head. Ricky was pretty upset that he did that, so we’ll pay for it!” Looking at the glass impaled in the wall, I had to imagine that Ricky is going to get some good outfielder money some day.

As Jake walked upstairs with the other window in his hands I muckled on to him, almost making him drop it, “Baby, I was just worried when I saw the glass and didn’t know where you were like a burglar or something broke in,” which was a horrible lie but I have been having a rough day. He did give me the look of a young man that also realized that our door has never been locked, this town isn’t worth burglars moving to, and any that live here know full well that we have nothing to steal. He obviously chalked it up to his insane mother, and shrugged it off as he carried the window over to snap the other one out.

“Figures I spent all that time cleaning this window this morning, just to have to replace it with another one that really needs cleaning,” as he let out a bit of a chuckle, that sounded rather fake actually but didn’t really register at the time. I did watch him get the other window out like he has done so many times before when a good blast gets one of them during the fall months. “Notice I didn’t ask you what you were doing all day since the diner blew up, but you don’t smell drunk,” he added with a much more pronounced laugh this time.

“I was out trying to finagle another job, it’s not easy without a car,” and the lies just kept on coming. I was starting to feel rather ashamed of myself for having to lie to Jake like this, but he didn’t pay me any mind as he slid the other window into place. “How was school today?” I weakly asked him to try to change the subject.

“Wasn’t too bad,” he started and then acted as though he remembered something really important while he reached into his pocket, “Mary gave me this at lunch and wanted you to call her. Sorry I forgot about that,” he exclaimed as he handed me a folded and stapled piece of paper. Mary had been the lunch lady at Jakes school forever so it was pretty sad that I was actually thinking to myself that maybe she was getting me a job. My mind isn’t completely in both of my realities at the moment I understand but after opening the note, I lost my voice. “What’s it about mom?” Jake asked out of typical 15 year old nosiness.

“Um,” my mind was frozen but I did add as quickly as I could, “She wants to see if she can get me a job at the school, since the diner is destroyed,” I lied again as I stared at the note that read plainly “Call me later tonight so we can talk about your friend, and his friend,” with her phone number scrawled on the bottom of it. I was in total shock and seriously worried about what talking to Mary would encompass, and for the first time in these days I was not in the least interested in knowing anything else. I was finally in the total shock of the dementia of just wishing it would all go away.

“You don’t have to worry about that mom, some guy came by and told me to tell you that he had bought the diner a few weeks ago and was going to incorporate it into his chain of diners. They hadn’t told anyone yet, because they weren’t sure whether it was going to be redeveloped first, but the explosion made up their mind,” my mind was barely registering what he was saying because of the shock of the note still but what he added next got my full attention. “It was the guy that was hanging out around the school, cuz I guess he was trying to get a feel for the area, but he wanted you to know that they are going to pay you while they redevelop …”

“Was his name Lou?” I asked him as I was starting to see something forming here and just wanted to cut to the chase. He gave me a curious look, so I added, “Tallish guy, with long dark hair, very handsome?” and then realized that my son probably doesn’t have any concept of another man being handsome yet at his age.

“He never said his first name mom, he shook Ricky’s hand and said something to him when I came around the corner from getting a stray baseball,” Jake was not very comfortable by the way I looked but I was getting rather ill all of a sudden but encouraged him to continue, “He never really got within 10 feet of me as he explained it all, but he seemed pretty genuine. Said his name was Mr. Darius …”

“Mr. WHAT?” and yes I was totally out of control at this point and my son actually slid back a bit from where he was sitting at the table, a bit afraid of how I was reacting. I stood up and started pacing in a bit of an uncontrollable panic, and then did everything I possibly could to control my composure before I sat down again, “I’m sorry. My nerves are shot because of the explosion, and I had no idea that the diner had been sold; I’ll call Bud and see what the hell is going on. Did he say anything else to you?” I added.

“It’s ok mom, I can understand,” he said back to me rather timidly and then started again with, “He didn’t say much more, just told Ricky that he wanted to see another good fast ball, and that was when the ball went sailing through the window. I had never seen a throw that hard in my life, but Ricky has been practicing.” … To be continued

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Disclaimer – This is going to be one of those amazingly honest and blindingly so blogs from a very sick man. It is in your best interest to understand that with that will come a rather large amount of issues that the average {or for lack of a better word “normal” unlike the writer … make note the brutally honesty commentary is usually inside these things} person just doesn’t want to see. Again we feel the need to point out that Jeremy Crow is a rather demented individual that can’t be trusted alone with a copy of Microsoft Word {not to mention a VCR, women wearing stockings and very short dresses, razor blades, whipped cream, bullies, most flowers that start with the letter C, and of course MySpace} and if you cannot handle the sort of things that he is about to write it is probably a good idea to step away from the blog now, and nobody is going to get hurt. We leave you with the following closing message that crying to your spouse, your ex spouse, your hairdresser, your mommy, CT admin, the bouncers, Nancy Pelosi, or even George W. Bush will not excuse the fact that YOU my friend are an idiot for reading past here after you were warned. {Hell Gene Simmons Should Sue Me Too!} Thank you and have a nice day … The Madman at the Switch

Today I wake up again with an erection that won’t go away no matter what I do to it {oh maybe that was supposed to be in here} and had to piss like nobody’s business. Actually I guess it is everyone’s business now, so I might as well continue. Usually during situations like this you simply turn on QVC and hope that one of the really hot hostesses with the open toed shoes is selling ankle bracelets and deal with the issue but the impending need to urinate made that all but impossible. The damn cholesterol medication has given me nothing but useless boners for weeks now, and this is what I get for not cutting down on my coffee or peeing before I go to bed. The task at hand now is to get to the bathroom, and find a way to get the urine from out of me and into the toilet in a confined space. Simply bending it down is not an option for me at the moment for I may have an easier time lifting the toilet about 6 feet into the air and hoping my aim is good. The pain in any regard is enough to make me see starts so I had to go to the usual plan of attack which is to place my face on the back of the water reservoir and pray that the urine goes into the toilet bent over like that.

Now I just got done totally redoing my bathroom yesterday because my daughter {the little one} has been having the trots so bad that just about the only place she doesn’t go these days is in the toilet, and it finally got to the point where I didn’t feel comfortable enough that I was cleaning it up properly, so a new toilet seat had to be purchased yesterday. With the responsibility of putting anything new in the bathroom, my raging case of OCD kicked in meaning that I had to get a new EVERYTHING, and remodel. So as I am desperately trying not to get piss all over my sparkling new bathroom, the irony is endless. I just thank God that my doctor confirmed that the other nerve is growing back into my spine so that I can discontinue the blue and pink pills that would be making this all that much more uncomfortable, and despite all the jokes about the green pills .. NO THANK YOU!

I sat here most of the morning with no pants on and a towel on my lap so that when the kids come running through my office en route to wherever the hell it is they are going during “Operation Bug Daddy” that they don’t have to deal with the shocking reality that their father had somehow grown a third leg. Despite how uncomfortable it has been my testosterone levels helped me to bang out {damn that’s a good pun there} a lot of writing and artwork this morning, but I think it had a lot more to do with the fear of standing up from the computer. This turned to sheer terror as I note that I had been sitting here long enough to not even contemplate that I somehow had to squeeze into my nice slacks that fit me great 30 pounds ago, but now are uncomfortable without an erection to go to Church where God probably doesn’t want me to walk around with one either! After making adjustments carefully under the towel, I was able to get up and go grab the dress slacks off of the hanger and start the tremendous effort necessary to squeeze my {ok I am sick of saying it} and my belly into them at the same time. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get into them ok and {thank God for pleats} it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Actually come to think of it, the pants fit pretty good for the first time in months, which will lead me to even more disgusting revelations {see disclaimer above and multiply by 2} which I of course am going to share.

It appears as I have lived practically the life of a vegetarian these last few weeks because of the cholesterol issues I may have actually lost some weight. Now in analyzing these we have to apply some honesty here as I looked down and admired that I actually have abdominal muscles again, so let’s compute. The fact that I have been a total vegetable induced gas bag all this time {and it has appeared to leave and form in my shmekie … sorry still can’t say any other word for it} which then led to the inevitable lack of time away from the toilet alleviating gas pain, may have been the best abdominal routine ever! Hell I even took a moment to admire the fact that I took my first real solid poop in weeks today {after I lost the boner thank God} and maybe my body is used to not eating food that makes me happy … um … I mean dealing with my health issues. I dragged that dusty old scale out of my grandmother’s cupboard and stood on it to see that I lost 14 pounds. Not bad, so I guess there is a silver lining in it all.

Church was the usual misery and torture that I have come to expect from it with an added caveat, and that being the fear of looking at anyone! The fact that I don’t have the uncomfortable feeling back in my slacks at the moment is borrowed time and I know it, so even the slightest look at any of the church women crossing their legs or doing the foot wag as they are as bored as I am in here will make it nearly impossible to stand up from the pew at the end. My lack of “mad cap dash” to get the fuck out of church at the end will alert everyone to stare at me and make it far worse, I am sure. Why doesn’t it work this way when you are naked with someone? Hell all the staring and looking bewildered is a sure fire way NOT to have this problem I am having today after all isn’t it? Chalk another one up on my list of things that is out to get me along with, my kids, my coworkers, my grandmother, and now my own shmekie, but I will use the words of that famous hate monger from the radio {Don Imus} “It’s when it doesn’t stand at attention that you have a problem,” and simply end this madness now before I start talking about running around with buckets from last weekend again ;8o)

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Well I am disheartened by a lot of the bulletins again. You just can’t delete enough people from your friends list to simply eradicate all the haters. I’m trying but it is a daunting task after all. I think that there is a certain Internet disease that plagues people when they have been on any website too long. I realize that there is a certain person on CherryTAP that it is really En-Vogue to hate and all but it doesn’t cease to amaze me how everyone simply sells their souls to the very devils that are every bit as bad as her to keep the hate floating onward. I have seen repost after repost from people and the trail always leads back to shit on CherryTAP that makes anything she does seem like nothing. It’s the retarded leading the blind and it has gotten to the point where I just know whose bulletins not to open because they don’t have a brain of their own. I imagine that I am starting to settle, and that is a sad thing.

Yesterday as I was looking at bulletins from the biggest gang of haters being reposted over and over again, telling everyone to Fan/Add/Rate them I was simply sitting here perplexed as to whether or not CherryTAP will ever get better because I think the disease is spreading faster than the cure will ever get administered. It doesn’t matter really in the long run because like most decent people on CherryTAP I have already found the next place to go when this all ends. The popularity contest is fine and all but inevitably it all ends up being a big quagmire of cheats and frauds, and as long as everyone just goes along with their games it will never get any better. This place will go on without anyone after all, and sooner or later I will be down to the proper amount of friends anyway.

What I do wonder though is if I am seeing the end of the Internet in it all. It appears that if anything, the internet gives everyone the ability to be the bully that they never got to be in school. I watched Yahole 360 start out pretty innocent enough and then turn into a haven for theft and stalkers. Myspace at one time was a rather nice place to hang out until it became more fun to just abuse everyone, and then the next thing you knew every page you go to had to be set to private and what was the point of adding someone that you knew absolutely nothing about? The downward trend is going faster than anyone can even think to counteract it on CherryTAP and often it doesn’t seem worth being real. Of course the option of not being real is foolish to me, so I assume that leaving a sinking ship would be my last bastion if it ever got to that. I am sick of seeing the real people leave or turn fake here to be totally honest about it. I understand though as you see the tribes on here form, band together, trash, fragment, create drama, it’s just inane at best.

I have taken to being a bit of an asshole about it all lately though, and I apologize to a point. I had no problem today in pointing out in a bulletin wanting someone to be the first male in the Top 10 legends that the only reason he is close enough {like the other ones} is because he pretended to be a woman for so long. I really wish that people would learn to unfan the frauds but that will never happen. I dare to dream often and who knows?

I think my other legitimate gripe this week is how amazingly arrogant and self centered people still are around here too. You can change your profile a million times and people are not going to read it, but it doesn’t end with that. I can tell people specifically how to do anything and they are going to simply assume that they are above that. My profile tells people not to shout me or message me for things and they do anyway. Mostly because they don’t read the instructions but often because they assume that their time is more valuable than mine. Can you believe how many times someone has the gall to say to me, “I don’t have time to do this, so why does it matter?” I don’t even have time to tell them off properly anymore! Seriously, I have 3 kids and no mother to go with them, work 50 hours a week a half hour away from my home, as well as about a dozen skins to make a week {and those that like to remind me that I don’t have to take requests you are quite right but if people follow the rules it is no bother really} and I should just understand that people need to shout me requests because they are too busy? I find it amusing that most of the people who do that will become your enemy and make your life as difficult as possible when you just ignore them. The good news is no matter how many times I throw down my stuff and say “Damnit! No more requests!” I always change my mind because I am not going to let the bad apples ruin it for the good apples that are really happy and appreciative when you do nice things for them.

This is getting so much worse now too as my bulletins for the most part get ignored by a lot of people too. The things get so much longer every time I make them because I have to add more instructions for those that need them and now it is to the point where they are so long nobody reads the instructions. I made tutorials to make it so I don’t have to explain things and now I am getting the shouts, “I don’t want to read the tutorial can you just tell me how to X-Y-Z” and I don’t even have time to tell them off properly. Again I just ignore the people who do that. I also ignore the people who immediately start shouting me the second I leave a tag on their page. You are one of many dozens during a tag run, and my time is so amazingly limited. Unfortunately I have learned that most people who do that need something and I don’t have anything to give usually anyway Weekends I have time to give, but you never know.

Sorry if it seems like I am bitching but realistically that is what a blog is. I bitch, some feel less alone when they read it, and others know to simply go away because my mind set is obviously too different for them. Its part of simply “throwing yourself out there” and in doing so, allowing people to know you or at the very least give them a good enough warning not to. I have that on my side that I am willing to let everyone see what they are getting into before it is too late, and again it reminds me of all the total frauds on CherryTAP that take advantage of the fact that most people not only don’t but don’t care enough either. Who knows, but in a hundred years the internet could include people from other planets, but my first reaction like anyone else’s is to think how embarrassed we would be to let other worlds see how we behave. Then again I am the type of person to remember that when I found out how people from other countries behaved I wasn’t exactly as impressed as they seem to be with it and perhaps there are planets out there that will make us actually seem human. I’ll keep my un-hatched chickens uncounted for now ;8o)

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It was a much chillier day then what we had become accustomed to lately throughout the streets of Megalopolis and it only served to add to the gloom that everyone's favorite super villain turned super hero Superdaddyman was to face as he entered the realm of the dreaded Pink Mafia this morning. That idiot on the radio had managed to cram “City Nights .. Summer breeze makes you feel alright .. Neon-lights .. Shining brightly make you brain ignite .. See the girls with the dresses so tight .. Give you love, if the price is right .. Black or white .. In the streets there's no wrong and no right” and aside from that it hadn't been that bad on him this week thus far as he has been in control of things around here for the most part as DaBoss had been out on a super secret mission of his own all week. The mission so secret that nobody even knew about it until they had entered the Pink Mafia Headquarters {PMHQ} on Monday morning to find a company e-mail describing the exodus. It was also given over to all that the simpering idiot Jeremy Crow {the alter ego of your favorite super hero boys and girls} was placed in charge of the operation as he appeared to hate everyone equally. The worst thing that ever happens when DaBoss leaves is usually the cronyism that follows and makes everything run horrible, and this was simply a new twist on it all.

Of course what never even crossed the mind of DaBoss {and why should it? He obviously is not a famous super hero thus carrying the penultimate intellect like the Superdaddyman} was that the man that hates everyone might happen to have those that he hates just a little bit more than the rest. To those innocent bystanders with a score card, they would be referenced as the people that often liked to point out what ISN’T their job throughout the week. “Outasite .. Buy your kicks from the man in the white .. Feels alright .. Powder pleasure in your nose tonight .. See the men pain their faces and cry .. Like some girl, it makes you wonder why .. City life .. Sure is cool, but it cuts like a knife, it's your life!” Most importantly of what WASN'T their jobs was cleaning up after themselves. In life there is an old saying that “Those with long memories make bad witnesses” and the Superdaddyman happens to have one of the longest memories in the history of mankind. Needless to say upon the great news being brought to our favorite Superheroes attention that he was now DaBoss he immediately went about the business of finding those that would do his “normal” duties while he was doing important things, like playing on the internet and practicing the “sky hook” on the recycle bin next to the desk. “So forget all that you see .. It's not reality, it's just a fantasy .. Can't you see what this crazy life is doing to me!”

The first of course was the guy that often liked to just rinse out his cup everyday at the water cooler and then toss the water on the floor. “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” The first time he brought it to the attention of the Superdaddyman that it would give him something to do, the Superdaddyman found something to do at the pond out back and the result of such was a brand new crayfish in his cup everyday until he at least had the decency to hide his slovenly behavior. “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” This also happens to be the person that does nothing but drink beer all day so most of us are convinced that he is the one that sprays liquid shit all up the back of the toilet whenever he goes in the bathroom, so he was the first one handed the magic toilet sceptre. Despite his protestation to have to do something that wasn't “his job” you can bet your ass that the Superdaddyman walked into that bathroom later on to see him doing “his new job” after King George pointed out to him that he had no choice. “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” This might teach him the benefits of putting something other than barley and hops in his damn system as well. Here's to dietary health! “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!”

Next the Superdaddyman found himself at the location of a criminal mind that we shall call “The Hamster” and ready to deal out more chores. You see “The Hamster” was so aptly named because we have all caught him violently grabbing at the toilet paper and tearing off little shreds of it about a million times before he finally grabs enough to wipe his fat ass. All of the little toilet paper shreds are then tossed on the floor as opposed to just tossing it in the toilet where toilet paper usually goes for most humans. The pile then ends up making a hamster bed in the corner the second someone opens the door and grows throughout the day as he tends to sit on the can about 20 times a day at least. “City Nights .. Summer breeze makes you feel alright .. Neon-lights .. Shining brightly make you brain ignite .. See the girls with the dresses so tight .. Give you love, if the price is right .. Black or white .. In the streets there's no wrong and no right” This is further complicated by the fact that between him and a few other people that get far too much fiber in their diets the toilet ends up getting clogged {once by him dropping a screwdriver in their from his back pocket, shitting on it and then flushing it rather than doing something about it} and after the toilet floods it gets about 6 pounds of soppy toilet paper all around the toilet. He was told immediately that when the toilet floods he will be alerted to deal with it. The Superdaddyman's only regret is that in the last 3 days that toilet has only overflowed 7 times and not for a lack of trying! “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” {Fucking Aldo Nova!}

It took about three days for the full scale rebellion to actually form and as the Superdaddyman walked into the dump today he notes that it is day four and the place looks like a disaster area. This does not amuse our favorite super hero in the least so the first thing he does is get on the PA system and page the two impromptu janitors to the break room. He pages again, and then the Superdaddyphone {powered by Nextel} squawks from his hip, and he hears the voice of King George say “They called in sick today” which again made Superdaddyman think that they were cowards. “Outasite .. Buy your kicks from the man in the white .. Feels alright .. Powder pleasure in your nose tonight .. See the men pain their faces and cry .. Like some girl, it makes you wonder why .. City life .. Sure is cool, but it cuts like a knife, it's your life!” Rather than try to find new .. um ... volunteers ... the Superdaddyman simply started cleaning everything himself because it appeared to be left unchecked the start of a really bad week for him next week if he didn't. There is no joy in cleaning bathrooms in a white mock and your best jeans but you have to do what you have to do as the Superdaddyman always says. “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” {Ugh! That song never actually ends on the fucking radio either!}

It has been an interesting lesson in tedium as the Superdaddyman has been doing such wonderful tasks as “ordering things” and “delegating tasks” which doesn't actually bode well with this super hero in the least. His greatest downfall being the savior of Megalopolis from not only the Pink Mafia but the Evils's as well is that he gets rather frustrated by stupidity easily and thus ends up doing things himself to simply get them done without an ulcer. We're not going to assume that DaBoss actually knows how to do most of the tasks that the Superdaddyman is going mental trying to get other people to do, but throwing in the ability to find people capable of doing anything can be daunting on the best days. “Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life .. Life is just a fantasy, can you live this fantasy life!” {Oh God … Please Kill Aldo Nova or me … you choose!!}

Initiative may not actually be a trait that is born into everyone after all. Mix into it the fact that the Superdaddyman finds himself incapable of dealing with phone calls from other crime organizations {vendors} that are trying to screw the Pink Mafia just like they are trying to screw others is enough to make him go bald. It was when one of the other morons that constantly makes the Superdaddyman want to bring guns to work walked by and told him that the other toilet in the mechanics area was stopped up that the Superdaddyman remembered something really important. Who cares if they know what they are doing, they can keep doing it over and over again all day for all he cares. Then he told the dumbass where the plunger and rubber gloves are … He’s going to need them. Oh actually that worked! Evil music courtesy of Static-X begins … “go! .. corrosive tainted by my sin .. i'm spilling blood and i can hardly contain it .. corrosive hallowing the hand .. stiffened i eat away .. eat, eat into the surface .. yeah, you push it .. yeah, you push it .. yeah, you push it .. you, you push it .. you, you push it .. you, you push it!” ;8o)

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The Slammer – An Ever Growing Web Novel – Chapter 4.2

After four more runs, three more hit batsmen, and an ejected pitcher the first inning of this baseball game came to an end mercifully after a little over an hour. In baseball terminology this means that it is a really bad game and is going to be torture within the confines of the next inning. Lily crouches behind the plate and waits for the batter to take his warm up swings. She then holds her hands out to her side in a sort of “what?” gesture waiting for Barceló to decide what he is going to throw. To her surprise Barceló does the same thing back at her. She stands up and holds her hands out, “Throw the fucking ball!” she yells back at him.

Barceló takes his glove off and throws it on the ground and yells back, “Give me the fucking signal!” and then picks up his glove off of the ground and places it back on his hand again after making the crowd laugh when he goes running down the mound to get the ball that popped out of it and rolled away.

“Whatevah!” Lily yells back as the umpire reminds Lily that most catchers run out to the mound to tell off their pitchers. She off handedly turns and says to him, “He’s an idiot,” which has both the umpire and the batter nodding in agreement. Lily crouches down again and presses her thumb to her thigh, which gets a bit of a double look by Barceló, but he brings his glove to his chest as his form of agreement on the pitch. He slides his leg over for his usual slide step as he brings his arm back while extending his glove hand forward so as to execute the rest of his wind up. As his leg sweeps over to bring the rest of his body over it, his elbow bends in to whip the ball over the rest of his arm, as he releases. The ball comes screaming in at the batter who desperately tries to dart out of the way when the ball slams him hard right between the shoulder blades, dropping him to his knees in excruciating pain.

The umpire jumps in front of the plate after telling the batter to take his base and motions for both of the managers to come out. The Blue Jays bench all ends up on the top step half heartedly making like they might charge the field but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that the four hit batsmen that their pitcher had nailed was going to be answered. The shock to them was that a self centered ass like Barceló would actually be the one to do it. The only people more shocked then the Blue Jays were the Red Sox though. Lily walked out to the mound while the umpire was telling the managers to cease and desist, which had Barceló saying to her, “I just want to play baseball Lily, I’ll pay attention but bear with me I haven’t paid attention to most of the signals in the book,” he looked down, “I’ll learn them all by the next game.”

“Use the simple form, if you miss one I will hold my hands up. You will be using the sinker a lot and that is 4 fingers down and I will guide you with the pinky or the index finger,” she said to him and then smacked him on his ass, “That was a hell of a drop pitch, the guys in the dugout appreciate it, but next time hit him in the ass ok?”

“I was aiming for his ass, I have control issues sometimes,” Barceló added as she was walking away and he started moving dirt on the mound with his toe. Lily actually found herself laughing on the way back to the plate because the one thing he doesn’t have is control issues, so he obviously cared about what he was doing.

The next batter walks out in the form of Christian of course and he says to Lily, “Damn, he didn’t have to nail him in the back like that,” Lily shrugged at him, “and don’t give me any crap about control issues either, that dude is strait and on target every time,” after a chuckle he said, “I’m just gonna have to show this fool up the old fashioned way,” and then placed the bat on his shoulder for the pitch.

Lily shows the signal and Barceló goes into his slide wind up once again. His arm extends and as his leg slides forward he comes over his elbow to deliver the ball that just floats in the air with a bit of a zip and then starts darting down and in hard as Christian swings the bat, topping the ball strait back to Barceló who snags it on one hop. After spinning around and letting Cruz get to second, he fires it in. Out number one, and Cruz uses his superior arm strength to fire the ball into Oresco a split second before the fastest man in baseball can touch the base. As the umpire throws his hand up signaling the end of the best double play the Red Sox have had this year the crowd goes mental. Barceló looks out into the infield where his team mates are playing pepper with the ball like he used to see when he was a kid, and hadn’t kept people off of the bases enough in the last two years to remember that’s what they do when they get people out.

The next batter comes out to the plate acting a little less confident then he had the last time he had come to the plate when he had hit his second home run in the last inning, but all the same didn’t exactly look frazzled. Lily holds down three fingers and wiggles them, to which Barceló looked confused. She did it again, and he just nodded at her, and started into his wind up slide. His arm reaches back and then recoils over his elbow to release the pitch which comes at the plate with a bit of a down and out arc. The batter comes around and crushes the ball. Way up into the sky it goes and Barceló’s head flops over itself as he watches the pitch go flying way over the Green Monster and just left of the foul pole signifying a 500 foot strike. Lily stands there watching it along with him and then holds her hands out when he looks back at her. She could see him mouth one of her favorite expressions, “Well duh?” as he turns around and stands back on the mound.

Again Lily holds down three fingers and waggles them around and Barceló simply stares back at her with a glazed look. Lily offers no help to him at all after that so he brings the glove to his chest and makes his best guess as he adjusts his fingers in the glove. Getting back on the mound he starts the pendulum style swinging of his foot as he brings his arm back to hurl the ball towards the plate. Upon the down swinging of his leg his arm comes over like it normally does but the balls release looks rather awkward as the ball starts fluttering towards the plate a lot slower than normal. The ball just jitters in the air as it reaches the plate, and the batter takes a monster swipe at the ball as he lifts his leg to get all of his power into it. TICK!

Lily looks out at Barcelo who is pointing strait up as the ball appears to be about 400 feet directly above Lily. She removes her face mask and just stands there looking up as the ball finally decides that it no longer wants to go upward and just starts falling towards her. The furious batter is just jogging around first and towards second knowing that all he is getting is a bit of exercise, but all the same makes the motions. The ball finally lands safely in Lily's mitt, and she immediately turns and points at Barceló, who then starts trotting towards the dugout.

“I didn't know you had a knuckleball?” Lily said to Barceló as she came into the dugout just after most of the infielders. “That was pretty impressive too, how come you never used it before?”

“Didn't know what the signal was so I just improvised, and that was the first time I ever tried a knuckleball,” he let out a bit of a chuckle and then added, “It felt like it was going to head to first when it left my hand,” he paused for a moment as Lily didn't say anything, then spoke up again, “What was that signal anyway?”

“I usually use that signal to tell Jay that the guy on second is getting to big of a lead, and the second baseman is going over to cover,” she says as she places her cracked face mask that got damaged on the last catch into the recycled equipment bin and starts playing with another one. “I figured that after telling you that a sinker was four fingers that was about the extent of all the signals you knew anyway, and was going to let you get that guy out your way after the double play.” After Lily gets the new face mask on her helmet she starts talking again to Barceló who is now sitting on the bench, “I'll move the fingers based on location but one finger is a fast ball, two fingers is a curve ....” … to be continued

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The Slammer – An Ever Growing Web Novel – Chapter 4.1

“Well I am letting you throw it the way you want, so we should be getting out of here any time now huh?” Lily shouted at Barceló sitting on the bench in the dugout. “Hell that was only a thirty five minute first half of the first inning!” Lily was pacing back and forth in front of Barceló who was staring down at the floor. “Eight to nothing before the guys can even take the field, you're my hero,” Lily then throws in with a condescending voice. The rest of the team was staring at the two of them as Lily continued to rant. “I am thinking that you can finally find a way into the record books now, because at this rate you should be at thirty runs by the fifth inning.”

“You're no help! You just stand there and laugh with them all as they hit the baseball!” Barceló threw back at her which simply made her laugh, “This isn't funny!”

“I don't know what else to do, you pitch exactly the same and the guys on the other team think it's funny and if I were on that team I would too!” Lily shot back at him. “They have a book on you and they come out telling me what you are going to throw and I can't change that so screw you and your ERA you stupid pig!” The team mates on the bench all start making the grumblings of agreement, when they hear a crack of a baseball. Lily stands up on the dugout stand to see the ball go flying over the fence for a home run. “Wow that was the first lead off home run this year. GO RICKY!!” Lily followed into a scream right before she started cheering. Turning to Barceló she just states plain, “You know what? I'm done wasting my breath on you dipshit. I have a team to cheer on.”

Lily smacks Ricky on the ass as he comes running into the dugout, and starts yelling out to all the other guys, “Look, this is the type of game it's going to be, so you guys all have to get loose!” Most of the players on the bench start getting charged up a bit so she adds, “If our pitcher is useless, we have to do what we can to get in the record books tonight by making this the highest scoring game ever!” CRACK! Comes from behind her as the third baseman, Mike Freeman gets a towering hit that ends up hitting the top of the Green Monster high enough that he is standing on second base before the ball gets thrown in. “Hey look! Their pitcher sucks too so lets get him!”

Barceló just sat and stewed while Lily started watching the other pitcher, and grabbing guys on their way out of the dug out, “Look he's hurt but I think they can't replace him,” and “See how he can't get the ball down, so watch his arm slot,” which was hardly needed as he's gone through five batters now without a single out. Lily watches as sixth batter of the inning Jamal White knocks the ball out of the park for the second home run, and the score is now 8 to 6. It also means that she will be batting in this inning no matter what so she starts fighting to get her gear off.

This does come as quite a surprise to her actually as this will be the first time this season that they will make it through the rotation in one inning. Lily actually starts shaking her head as she thinks about how sad this team is, but they are on a two game winning streak also for the first time this year. She stands up in enough time to see the number seven hitter Ito Massimo get smacked with a pitch right off the elbow, and the maternal instincts in Lily go mad house as she starts swearing at the pitcher. He’s the smallest member of the team and it was so obvious that the pitcher did it out of frustration. She made her way to the exit of the dugout in a huff and that was when Tug stepped right over and grabbed her to whisper, “You know what to do right?”

Lily immediately starts screaming louder “Let go of me, I'll kill that bastard!” and starts pretending to fight off Tug who is doing his best not to actually grab a boob while he is pretending to hold her back, which isn't very easy because Lily is such a good actress. The rest of the team is standing up in the dug out and starting up the steps at this point, which prompts Massimo to wave at them and give a thumbs up as he finally trots over to first. The rest of the team starts smacking fists and getting fired up as Lily pretends to regain her composure and trot out onto the field to go get her warm up swings in.

The next batter is technically the worst on the team and the only reason he doesn't bat last is because Tug always puts the catcher last no matter what, since he is amazingly old school. Lily made sure to yell out to Byron LaSalle as he was walking to the plate, “Don't let your eyes leave the ball!” and he did turn around and give her a weak smile along his way. He is a monster hitter when he gets the ball but this year is looking like his short career is over because he just can’t get over the .170 average that plagues him right now. Perched in the batters box he takes some long stroke warm up swings, and waits for the pitcher to get done talking to his manager who had come out to cool him down. The Blue Jays are all at double play depth so they are for the most part playing back towards the grass to the outfield just to make sure that nothing gets by them and hopefully they can get something going against a guy that is not hitting for power like he should be.

The pitcher for the Blue Jays is on his fourth team in his first 3 years in the big leagues and it is for reasons like this of course. He gets the signal from the catcher and looks over to the man on first who is starting to get out to a big lead hoping on beating out an inevitable double play if the ball gets hit at all. The batter stands with the bat swaying a bit as he holds it strait up, and the pitcher nods to approve of the sign from the catcher. He swings his leg back in front of his own so that he can execute the stretch that most pitchers do when they have runners on base, and then throws his leg forward and down onto the ground so that his arm can come strait over the top, in what leaves his fingertips like a curve ball. It doesn't really matter as his velocity and his ability to get the ball down are falling apart on him really quickly at this point, and the ball is looping on its way to the catcher. CLICK!

LaSalle at the plate took it upon himself to execute a perfect bunt strait down the first base line and dying very fast. The book on LaSalle would tell you that he has never bunted and can’t run, so the entire team is caught flat footed. It gets past the pitcher forcing the first baseman to have to run in to get it and when the LaSalle’s slow body finally makes it to first base he actually tags it and jogs past it with nobody else standing there at all. The rest of the Red Sox hit the top of the dug out screaming and cheering as hard as if he had hit a grand slam, and the batter who also happens to be kept around for comedic value it would seem takes a bow to them all before he gets his foot back on the bag. The crowd goes absolutely mental seeing this, and the whole ball park is starting to act like they are watching Jack pitch and not Barceló. Barceló of course is now standing up on the riser inside the dugout watching it all too, but you never know what is going through his head. The good news though is that he appears to be paying attention to the game for the first time in a long time.

Lily walks over to the plate tentatively, as she might be the only person in the entire place to know what is coming now. Despite her short time on the team she is the best hitter and this pitcher has two men on and nobody out, as well as a manager that doesn’t appear to want to save him. She takes her practice swings and looks to the catcher to say quite blatantly, “If that ball comes anywhere near my head, I am taking him out and you better be quick, because I’ll make sure you can’t get me from behind,” and her glare told the catcher that he better stand up and jaw with her about it. Lily wasn’t in the mood for jawing, and she had made her point. The rest of the team watched the exchange from the dugout and Tug pretended to calm them down, but secretly wants them on the field if it does happen. This is how baseball works after all. … to be continued

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I spent all day yesterday tending to sick children and an even sicker grandmother and they were all taking advantage of it wholeheartedly. The kids totally invaded my space as they had the “I’m sick daddy” pass fully installed on their little minds. This included the littlest one taking over the bedroom and refusing to leave until she fell asleep clinging to me so that I couldn’t move. These are the moments that a lot of parents live for I suppose but I am so horribly jaded that it seems like work to me. I changed 4 buckets yesterday and even the boy was sick, which is a very strange thing to happen most of the times that a disease infests the house. This wasn’t the easiest day both as it was Greektradgedius Intraining’s birthday and we had been committed to throwing her a party. Complete with just about everything I love and can’t eat thanks to the new cholesterol diet.

These people around me really do make me sick sometimes as they whine about their health issues that surprisingly enough mimic mine, and then they get on my shit because I make them feel uncomfortable taking my health seriously. “You can eat this beef stroganoff once in a while, why do you have to sit there and eat salad?” or “You can scrape the whipped cream off of this cake, and only have about 75 bazillion mg of cholesterol from the 18 fucking eggs I put in it!” {ok I exaggerated that one 65 bazillion} but you get the point. I live around people that totally kill themselves and then get pissy when I won’t. Truth be known, I feel like crap right now and I think it has everything to do with getting all of the gunk out of my blood and might have been from having all the gunk in my blood all winter. I usually always just give in and start killing myself with a spoon along with the rest of them and I am starting to see why the trend of women in this family living to be a hundred and the men never making it past 70. Needless to say I survived it all with salad and those nasty Kashi Granola bars and here it is Sunday.

This morning was started with a very crazy Captain ADHD screaming around the house like he always does the day after he is sick. The fact of the matter is that Gods little joke on all of us will always remain that when children get well again they are UBER WELL and as old people we do not. The little one was damned determined to go to church as was the big one, and I was handed off that baton as the old one was still too sick. Church with two sick kids and a sick me. How did I ever get so lucky? The only benefit realistically that going to church when it is 60 degrees out is the usual. The skirts get a lot shorter and the women are still wearing nylons as it is still a bit chilly out. Imtoocutus of course spends the whole drive there talking about how the car is making her sick, and Lazius Boycrazius does her usual and talks about what her being sick would look like. This of course is assisting in making ME sick, and nothing says “God you look great in that skirt” like throwing up down the front of the women in the welcome line.

This really isn’t too bad because it does keep the girls a bit quieter {just a bit, let’s not get insane here} so at least the pounding headache is being treated with kid gloves, but again the last place I want to be at the moment is out of bed anyway. It’s been a horrible year for all of us in the “being sick” department, so I should be used to this by now but I AM NOT, so I have to simply wimper my way through a long sermon about smiting the evil Yankees. Yes we do have a community style church and the pastor does have a bit of a tendency to invoke God and baseball, and like most pastors he probably does have a gambling problem for all I know. It was rather fun though during that monster choke that the Yankees had back in the ALCS a few years back as it only emboldened the pastor to think he had the God Hotline working for him. Of course he accredits the 3 Patriots Super Bowls to God as well but I could have sworn him and God were talking during the 38 Super Bowls they didn’t win as well, ya think?

After the services were over I got back to the homestead and was ordered to take Captain ADHD to his friend’s house for the day. His pinball with too many bumpers around him impersonation must have driven Greektradgedius Inyiddish mental while I was gone {excellent!} and in the end it would give me an opportunity to grab the coffee I had forgotten to get on the way home from Church. It’s rather surprising that I had gotten as much done as I did this morning actually, and I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be productive. I made 7 skin requests, a marriage certificate, about 6 new stationeries, and have all of my tag scripts set up to make about 5 sets of tags for people. I had been so in the weeds with everything in my life {and still am realistically} that I hadn’t had time to do any of the things I enjoyed. Well to be honest with you I had seemed to come to the conclusion that I didn’t enjoy them, but what it really was all along was the misery of time management that was impossible to maintain. My computer keeps dying when I try to play on Cherry and use my Instant Messengers as sad as it sounds and when I finally gave in and turned them off BOOM … Time to get caught up! Funny how those things work. I think I will take the kids to the park later, because maybe what we all really need is fresh air, and the computer needs a break ;8o)

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Before I even start on my partially incoherent rant on a lot of different things I want to make it perfectly clear what CherryTAP is and what it is not, and then I don’t have to explain myself every step of the way. CherryTAP is a site for adults and it is NOT an adult site. It is wholly owned by someone other than YOU and it is set up to run to the best of its ability while upgrading itself to have a more broad appeal. Things screw up and things will be fixed but above all else the site will run with or without any of us. With that said I want to cover some topics that I am just sick of seeing because it is infantile at best.

First and foremost there is a very simple reason why NSFW content does not get points and has to be in NSFW folders. THIS IS NOT A PORN SITE! If they were to allow NSFW content to accrue points then it would be the only thing that you would see. All of the amateur porn princesses on the site would be the only ones gaining levels and the site would totally go to shit as no decent people would want anything to do with it. “Grow the hell up” is the only thing that goes through my mind when I see the whining and complaining about this crap. There are hundreds of free sites dedicated to posting your smut if that is the most important thing to you and most of them have very lax rules about who can see it. This is a sit FOR adults, which does not mean we are all perverts, and it doesn’t mean porn.

Second it is a really sad fact that most of the men on the site are simply fixated by their sense of sight. I actually have come to start to assume that there are people out there that are more pitiful than me {and if you know me that is saying a lot} because they are so obsessed with fans and rates that they are willing to totally prostitute themselves for them. Enough with the fake pictures of models and stuff for your profile pictures, because realistically it just means that you are such a loser that you have to resort to being a fraud to get attention. I would rather not have attention myself personally, and it just makes me shake my head and wonder what the hell I am surrounded by here. I know it works, but for what? Look at me I am such a loser I am willing to be a total fake! The argument that everyone else is doing it is old and sad now too.

Third and equally as important, am I the only one sick of people counteracting hate with hate? You shouldn’t hate this person because we all should hate this person, is a common theme these days and it makes me ill. I have a shit list just like anyone else but it doesn’t mean that I am so great that I am allowed to bring pitchforks and a gang to go roust someone. The worst of course are the total frauds that I just mentioned earlier. It becomes a sort of “Operation Change the Subject” whenever they get called out for being total frauds. Makes everyone whining about it look like losers, if you ask me, and I am sure that nobody is. Feel free to go to work and so openly hate on someone as you do in here so that at least you can get punched in the nose like life used to dictate before all the cyber bullying came along.

While on that subject seeing bulletins that are totally dedicated to hating on someone in any way shape or form is just pathetic. I am sick of using every ounce of my self control these days to not tell someone off. I am also sick of the cowards that don’t also do that. I gave it a couple of weeks to allow the dead to rest, but that bulletin that Fat Sonny {a total asshole and if anyone doesn’t like me saying that then remove me} posted with the Fat Tony block list on it. Fact number 1 for those that never said anything about how tasteless that was, most of those people were added to that list by Fat Sonny and not Fat Tony, and fact number 2 it was the most pathetic thing I had ever seen the day after a man had died using his death to spread your own hate list. This unfortunately is part of the drama and hate circuit around here so I simply accept it and laugh about it, but you may want to stop bringing it and then acting above it. Especially if you are a hating asshole that doesn't have the balls to be real in the first place.

Fourth, stop whining about giving up your VIC and leaving the site. For the love of GOD please just give up your VIC and leave the site. People that do this all the time are drama bitches and it is annoying to a lot of people. I realize that it is very difficult to stand up to people like this because they seem so amazingly popular but after about a day of being hated on it all goes away and then sweet serenity ensues. Nothing changes around here unless admin wants it to, and I have been looking around and realized a big secret that the drama bitches don’t and that is that most people DON’T agree with you. In the estimated 60,000 real users on CherryTAP most of us at best only have about 500 to 3000 of them on our friend’s lists for a reason. A lot of the other ones don’t care if we even exist. The ones that whine all the time about leaving {and never do of course because the drama is a drug to them} are usually just making it so that more and more on their own friend’s lists agree with the other 50 some odd thousand. For the record those that had their VICs locked should have because it was about time that admin say “Fine we don’t care if you have it then!”

Fifth, Fan Me Fan Me Fan Me! Blow Me Blow Me Blow Me! Do you know how big of an asshole you are if you actually put “I rated you and fanned you and would appreciate you return the favor” in someone’s profile comment? Hell when people do it to me I copy and paste the comment and send it out to my friends and we have a huge laugh about it. Fan me before you add me? Why don’t you work on giving people a reason to fan you beyond the usual “Look you can see my tits!” Damn I can’t even tell you how many people a day come to my page after I rated them and don’t even rate me back. Oh well realistically I don’t care anymore because it is just sad. I make skins and graphics for people to share and hope that in the end it gets me points and popularity and for the most part it does. It will never make me a legend but I am very proud of the fact that I am going on Henchman and have never run a contest or forced anyone to do anything to get something from me and in turn get me there. I am also saying it publicly, that those that do manipulate the system or cheat to get where they are, ARE LOSERS but I am never going to change them so I don’t care. Just revel in knowing that they are losers and stop bitching about it because it doesn’t fucking matter.

This system is easily manipulated and it always will be. If it is too much of a strain on you to deal with that then you may want to go see a doctor about that and get your meds readjusted. I’m human just like everyone else and have great disdain for quite a few people on here because of their ill gotten gains, but in the end I have more important things to worry about. There have been thousands of sites just like CherryTAP and more are being created every day. There will actually be a day when you come to log onto CherryTAP and you will either be sick of it, or it may just simply not be here anymore. Feel free to use your time that you spend here as a tool to grow up a bit and take that experience to your next online destination, or suffer some cold hard truth about it all no matter where you go. In the end it is just an electrical bulletin board just like we had back in the Commodore 64 days, only it has a lot more people with less experience to add to it all then we had back then so the drama like it has now will inevitably get worse no matter what you do about it. I have chosen to work on myself in the interim, keep writing in my blogs instead of the bulletins, and suggest it for anyone else that needs a bit of a change of pace as the same ol same ol around here gets a bit too over the top. This place is no better than a video game some days ;8o)

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It was an interesting night of firsts last night as Lazius Boycrazius had her first High School softball game. She wasn't a bit intimidated by being the youngest girl on the field (by a long shot actually as this was the Varsity team, which she was the only Freshman on hers, and I am not sure about the other one} but also there were a couple of state record holders on the field. Lazius last year had set the single season eighth grade home run record, which nobody thought would ever be broken as the last girl to do it had 40 less yards of field to hit it out of, and the girl pitching was the first girl in state High School history to actually have 2 no hitters in a season. That girl was a Japanese student whose parents relocated the family to another part of this state when she started High School and her 80 mile per hour pitches is overwhelming under handed. My daughter does have the right attitude for facing someone like this considering that she hadn't faced anything like this before considering that there is a huge difference between Middle School and High School softball.

It never even translated to her until she made her first plate appearance and she actually struck out, and the look of disgust on her face said it all as this seriously was the first time she had ever struck out before in softball. She wasn't completely out of the loop as she had struck out quite a bit in baseball the year before that, like most power hitters do, but softball was a different animal and she up until that point thought that she owned the game even if she didn't show it to often. She found out a few other things while she was out in right field the whole night too, and that is that High School girls actually hit the ball out into the outfield a hell of a lot more than Middle School girls do, so she was quite winded by the time the sixth inning rolled around. Sixth inning would have been the end of the game in Middle School as well and the poor little thing looked about on deaths door out in the field running for her life.

Another strike out later and she was feeling quite humble. The thing she had going for her was that she could still fire the ball into the pitcher from deep right but even I was finding it amusing that most of the balls were going out there and she only dropped one {which for her is a huge improvement} so that was a plus.

Her team was getting murdered by the seventh inning as the score was now 8 to 0 and unlike Middle School they don't end the game with a ten run lead {which worked against Lazius in the regard that she missed at bats last season with her team being so terrible} so they didn't really have that to look forward to with another couple of runs. Her team mates were getting on base though just not getting around to home so it wasn't totally bleak and not just because of the pitcher but she sure didn't help. The parent sitting next to me pointed out that the girl pitching had never given up a home run the last two years that she had been in the States, so I figured it probably had a lot to do with how she pitches to the power girls, up and in. In the eighth inning Lazius was going to get another at bat if a girl got on base, and after the pitcher hit the batter before Lazius on the arm it was Lazius walking to the plate for what I was praying would not be another strike out.

She touched hand with the girl who had just gotten hit after she finally shook it off and started out to first base, and Lazius got into the batters box without taking a warm up swing. It's customarily her style not to, as she usually just stolidly stares at the pitcher menacingly. It worked great on the eighth graders but this eleventh grader could have cared less obviously by looking at the way she glared back. Lazius didn't seem to change her composure at all which is a very good sign as well. The first two pitches came careening in around elbow high and barely off of her arm, and I have to give Lazius credit for most of the girls took swipes at those purely out of reflex action and she had figured that one out, and was still standing there glaring at her to try and throw one out. I think that the girl pitching was a bit timid after already putting a girl on base the easy way and didn't want to do it again because the next pitch came careening in as fast as any of the others but strait and down the middle and Lazius put a shot into that ball like the pitcher had never seen before as the way the ball was screaming about seven feet over her head it had shot from the bat like a cannon and she hit the dirt. The ball went far and strait and managed to shoot over the center fielders head as she had come charging up thinking the ball would drop. Her glove missed it by mere inches as she jumped, and the ball landed and then died right at the base of the center field fence forcing a long run to go get it.

Lazius didn't get her first home run on the High School team but had gotten her first Run Batted In, and the next girl up knocked her home from second base where she stood after her double. As a matter of fact the flood gates had opened with that hit batter, and the score ended up going from 8 to 0 with two outs to being 8 to 5 by the end of the eighth inning. This was how the game ended though as nobody got a hit in the ninth inning, but it was an exciting 20 minute break before the end of the game all the same. She never had any of that excitement with her Middle School team as they were officially the worst team in the state. Another valuable lesson was learned in this game too which I am hoping that Lazius Boycrazius will take to heart. Laying around all day staring at the ceiling isn't going to make the season any easier on her ;8o)

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It was a strange time for our favorite super hero Superdaddyman to have to make a hostage swap, as well as a very strange location as well, but today boys and girls we find the Caped Pervader making one of his famous appearances at Evil Southern Command {School} to take custody of the diabolical genius known as Captain ADHD. It was to be a mild prisoner exchange as the Superdaddyman was left in charge of delivering this young criminal into his deprogramming authority {Psychiatrist} for more exploration into what makes this little terrorist tick. More time of course should be spent on trying to recreate it and sell it in cans like Red Bull and make millions of dollars but we digress a bit as the State told us that was not OK. Stealthily the Superdaddyman sneaks inside the detention facility almost undetected except for the meddlesome operative known as “The Guidance Councilor” who figured now was as good a time as any to hold out the laundry list of complaints for the Superdaddyman to skim over and acknowledge. One of these days he may even read it, but it has gotten old and tired at this point.

The exchange is made and now the Superdaddymobile bounds down the roadways with a pinball named Captain ADHD rattling around in the back. This is not going to be an easy mission for our brave, young {cough cough} super hero as he has since learned that his new cholesterol medication that the operative known as “Whoa” slipped to him has a rather unusual side effect. This side effect is usually only talked about in the commercials for the little green pills and the Superdaddyman is quite sure it is only to get men to want the medication more, but is now here to tell you that YOU SHOULDN'T! This problem that tends to make your jeans really uncomfortable for about 4 hours at a whack happens to also make it hard to stand up when you have been sitting down also. Needless to say that sitting with the operative known as “The Shrink” makes this even more difficult as she has about 5 feet of legs and always clad in nylon and barely anything else. It really was the first time that Superdaddyman drove down the road praying for a nice conservative pantsuit on a woman, but never fear boys and girls this is just a passing fad!

Today of course was not to be the day on that front as she was wearing a skirt that might have better fit Imtoocutus than her and her incredibly sheer red nylons even had the little seam up the back. The only thing that managed to get the Superdaddyman into his seat without too much pain was the fact that she was wearing a pair of conservative pumps as apposed to the spaghetti strap numbers that she usually does which might have made it impossible to even get close enough to shake hands. Superdaddyman safely seated in his usual corner of the office was now safe to allow his jeans to get uncomfortable, and pray that his face didn't get red. If it did she, at the very least had the decency to not let on that it had as she was talking to the diabolical Captain ADHD. The Superdaddyman very keenly placed his jacket {that he brought with him for he knew what was going to happen so even if the pain of standing up is blinding the embarrassment should be minimal} on his lap and did everything he possibly could to not enjoy the scenery. Oh the marvelous scenery going unexamined, it should be a crime!

A series of personal questions followed as “The Shrink” asked Superdaddyman the stereotypical home life questions. “Has the mother been around”, “Have you had any romantic interests over that the children might have been introduced to”, “How are you interacting with the children”, “Do you have any work stresses”, etc etc etc. This of course leads Superdaddyman to come strait to the obvious conclusion that the poor woman is desperately yearning for him, but like any noble crime fighter he must remain aloof for the good of Megalopolis! If people only knew the