The family name was Strickland, both the Principal and the Marshall (not Sheriff) were played by James Tolkan, says IMDB. 
Eesh. Sadly, the shift wasn’t exactly dee-lightful.
Circus people are OK in that they never start fights, drunks wind up with people looking after them and they’ll chat and treat security like humans. However, they have no respect for authoritah, and will blag everything (“I’m here with the DJ, you have to let me in” “which DJ?” " Uhh, he’s Sarah’s boyfriend, I think his name begins with a K…?"). Plus they do dumb stuff like climbing over the back fence (which is not easy), despite actually having a ticket. Just because they can.
The main problem though was a bunch of guys over the street who were messing about with fireworks. They started off just firing them up like normal, but then started aiming down the street, and by 2 ayy emm, they started aiming at people standing outside the door. And started throwing glass bottles. They got a bottle through the door. For the first time in my security ‘career’, I had to phone the po-lice.
I think the venue would otherwise be nice, but that area on Halloween? Nope.
Shoulda just gone trick-or-treating dressed as a bouncer.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. 'Tis 42 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 58 for the day and windy, which is true cause it’s windy out right now.
No big plans for the day. Since I have already purtified, I think I will go get us a bizkit and bring it back to da cave. OYKW is still abed so it’d be a surprise for him. Hmmm… maybe I’ll go get us some sausage gravy and bizkits from Pearlys. That’d be good.
Ok, that’s all I got. I reckon I should go put on goin’ out in the public clothes even if I do just do the drive thru. Wouldn’t do to be seen lookin’ shabby now would it? After all I’m goin’ to Pearlys, not Wally*World. 
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Dang, swampy - it’s chillier where you are than here!! We’ve got a whopping 46 whole degrees going!! The pellet stove comes on every once in a so often, so the indoor temp has been hovering around 67°, which ain’t bad.
**FCD **just got up, so I’ll go wait for my turn in the shower. Then, who knows? Today is a wild card! We were spared doorbell ringers last night and I’ve got the windows uncovered again. Rain is promised today. We shall see…
Happy Saturday!!
Rain has pretty much cxl’d multiple outdoor plans for the first ½ of the day. 
However I did get a new B&H catalog in the mail yesterday & that’s pretty much electronics porn. 
It snowed last night. It’s still snowing now. 
Has anyone seen him and Swampy together at the same time?
Spaz, better thee than me. Tho I hear we’re in for a snowier-than-normal winter… ugh.
Sausage gravy ‘n bizkits, and scrambled aigs have been ingested. OYKW has gone back to bed for a bit. He had a loooooooooong irkweek and is tahrd, poor thing. I have chili doin’ its thang in the slow cooker out on the back porch. I envision scramble dawgs for dindin.
A wild Sattidy here in south Jawja!
Up and caffeinated. 45 and drizzzly here. Missing the hockey game tonight because of work.
Spaz, i saw , Ick.
JDD and Partner are comin’ over to watch the Jawja-Flarduh game with us later this afternoon. I have made the executive decision to do nachos, cause, well, football and nachos. With all the silliness that ensues when we get together, I wonder how much acutal watchin’ of the game will happen.
Back to providing a warm resting spot for D-Dog and watching house irk go on. Such excitement.
Happy Saturday!
It’s a cloudy 47 degrees with a projected high of 51 today.
I overslept today, got woken up by a friend calling to bitch about his job. Since we used to irk together I can understand where he is coming from.
Then he filled me in on some juicy gossip about the irk place.
People are flippin’ crazy and the crazy never goes away.
This one kind of pisses me off though.
Years ago I irked for a guy named Mike. Mike had issues (drinking, gambling, IRS), he was crude and rude. He’s the boss who told me he wanted to bite my boob and chew my nipple off. There was a woman Aimee who irked there as well, and she was/is kind of crazy too. She’s the one who left her husband for a 17 year old boy (same age as her daughter), got pregnant by him, left him because he was beating her and then went back to him anyway and had another baby.
Aimee had a, to put it not so politely, large rack. HUGE rack and so received lots of male attention and had quite a few affairs. Of course she attracted Mike’s attention but what with Mike being crude and rude, his attention was unwanted.
Eventually Mike was fired and some of us ended up irking for George.
After Mike was fired he (according to Aimee) kept calling Aimee and harassing her and stalking her. He would tell her he knew where she was (on the job) and that he was going to show up to see her.
I got dragged into this because Aimee told George that I was the one telling Mike where she was. Well I wasn’t talking to Mike at all, I didn’t like him and had no reason to talk to him. Even if I had been talking to him I wouldn’t have told him where Aimee was because I don’t play those games. Mike knew all kinds of stuff about the job he shouldn’t had known and I was the one getting blamed for telling him because I was one of the few who had access to the information. As it turned out the way Mike knew what was going on was that when the company fired him they didn’t change any of the passwords so Mike was still able to log in and see what was going on.
Did I ever get an apology? Nooooo of course not.
Anyway, after all the bitching and accusations by Aimee, calling up George crying because Mike was stalking her and she was scared (it never occurred to her to block his number or call the police - of course not, then she couldn’t be the center of attention). All the accusations against me, all the bullshit drama, how Mike was a pervert and she was scared of him and repulsed by him and she just knew he was going to show up one night and rape her.
Eventually George fired me and you’ll never guess who got my job - you think maybe that was what Aimee was trying to get all along?
Now I hear Aimee is going to irk for Mike (the company hired him back).
After all the shit she dragged me into and then she is going to irk for the SOB???
Kind of pisses me off.
Mike actually called me when he got his job back and asked me to come irk for him.
You could probably hear me laughing a mile away.
There is no amount of money that could entice me to go back to that place.
Good luck with the meet and greet BBBobbio.
Enjoy the game Swampy.
I hope you have a speedy recovery Red.
Snow YUK Spaz Better you than me.
I’m not sure what all I am going to do today.
I have lots to do and probably won’t do shit.
I expect another friend to call to bitch about her bf today. She called last night after I had fallen asleep. I flipped the phone over so it would stop ringing and went back to sleep. I told her a long time ago he isn’t worth it, that she needs to date other men. She’s one of those types that won’t date more than one man at a time even if she isn’t in a committed relationship, puts all her hopes and dreams into the one man, then gets mad/hurt when he doesn’t deliver. I’ve told her repeatedly, date around, don’t put all your eggs in one basket, it puts too much pressure on a budding relationship and you’re going to ruin it before it even gets started. The guy made it pretty clear from the get-go, he wants to date but doesn’t want to be in a relationship. Either accept his terms or move on.
It’s that simple.
JDD and Partner have arrived. With beer. They announced it when they walked in da cave. “We’re Here! With Beer! Let’s Cheer! We’re Queer! But y’all already know that!” They be a hoot!
Teh Lair smells yummerific right now. VWife has a pot of hillbilly green beans slow cooking, and I have a freezer queen turkey roasting in the oven to be converted into all sorts of things as soon as it cools enough to cut up and pick. I’m jonesing some turkey & dumplins to start off.
Other than that, today has been a day of sloth. Kewl.
Ah, poetry.
I had a horrible realization when I got home–there was nothing ready to eat in the fridge! :eek: I am out of everything! So the executive decision was made to head down to Bojangles (pron. Bo-HAHNG-lehs) for some fried yardbird and a biscuit. Mmm, dinner.
Now I can sit and watch the snow fall because I’m off tomorrow. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!
Dang I made a good cheese sauce for nachos! I started off with a rue (Hi rue, if you ever spy on the MMP!), added some half and half, some Velveeta (Don’t judge me!), and then some shredded extra sharp cheddar and monteray jack cheese. YUM!!! I bought some of those round aluminum foil things that restaurants use for takeout and let everybody make their own nachos. Of course there is sour cream, jalapeños, and onions as toppers.
BTW, when nachos are to be had, it is de rigeur that four grown, mature men dance around the kitchen singin’ “Nacho, Nacho Man! I gotta be a Nacho Man! Nacho, Nacho Man! I gotta be a Nacho!”
swampy, I assume you mean a roux. 
Supper was good. Pierogi, onions-n-mushrooms, date nut bread with cream cheese. I’s stuffded.
I think the rain has stopped for the night, but cold and wind is coming. Huzzah for the pellet stove!!
Time to recline. MWAH!!
I ain’t got time for all them fancy French spellin’s. 
Nachos were teh num! This is a good thing cause the game sucks. Jawja apparently went home at halftime. Still, the “boys” are here so silliness continues to ensue.
BTW, bein’ ever the multi-tasker homemaker that I am, I have also made a chikin pasta sallit and a gallon each of sweet and unsweet tea bein’ as tomorrow is brunch Sunday over to the church house. ‘Tis also the Feast of All Saints tomorrow even though All Saints is actually today, November 1st. We Whiskypalians tend to celebrate such things on the Sunday followin’ the actual day if’n the day does not fall on a Sunday. We’re all willy-nilly like that.
ETA: For all you Amurrkin, and I think, Canadian Mumpers, don’t forget to set your clocks back one hour before beddy bye time tonight.