Posted by Darth Venomous @ 21:30
Denizens, I have come to a decision regarding This Fine Blog, and will be announcing it sometime within the next few days.
Watch this space.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 21:45
Some dumbshits just do not know when to take a fucking hint.
Posted by Supreme General Rayegun @ 0:07
And yes, I HAD to do that.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 7:37
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 1:19
DIS chu’ botIvjaj!
qaStaHvIS DISvam, reH qaDmeylIj DacharghmeH yapjaj HoSlIj, ‘ej not nIHoSmoHtaHbogh qaDmey DaHutlhjaj.
(May you all enjoy the new year!
During this year, may you always be strong enough to overcome your challenges, and may you never lack for challenges to keep you strong.)
KORRIOTH: And with a tolerable accent, too. You honor us, Admiral.
VENOMOUS: I try.
Happy New Year, Denizens.
Posted by Supreme General Rayegun @ 0:01
Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth. This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And everyone was on his way to register for the census, each to his own city.
Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, in order to register along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child.
While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened.
But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.”
When the angels had gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds began saying to one another, “Let us go straight to Bethlehem then, and see this thing that has happened which the Lord has made known to us.” So they came in a hurry and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger.
When they had seen this, they made known the statement which had been told them about this Child. And all who heard it wondered at the things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.
The shepherds went back, glorifying and praising God for all that they had heard and seen, just as had been told them.
—Luke 2:1-20 (NASB)
And may God add His blessings to the reading of His holy Word.
Merry Christmas, Denizens. This season, more than any other – remember why.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 0:59
Those of you who have read me for any length of time – well, you probably knew it was coming all along, didn’t you? – but you know damned well what this is.
For now, click the link. Go ahead. Click it. You know you want to.
And turn it up. Waaaaaay up. )
That’s right, sportz fanz: It’s vacation time for His Rudeness. A chance to Get Away From It All, as it were.
We’re out of money at the moment, so it’s gonna be a staycation, which will give us enough time to finish decorating the new digs.
MRS. VENOMOUS: Along with other stuff…right, sweetie…???
Vicar, General – you guys have the conn. General…when you’re done chlorinating the gene pool of Twinkie-hating union goons down there in the Southern Command, could I borrow another squadron of those black helicopters…?
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 17:15
As you may or may not have guessed, Denizens, the PFW is done for the year. I’ve run out of ways to say that my teams suck.
In addition, the annual Fall Vacation Countdown isn’t going to be posted until maybe tomorrow. If then.
I know I tease, drop hints, etc, about hanging it up every now & again. This time, though, it’s a major case of burnout. I’ve been doing this now for over ten years, and I’m tired. There are only so many ways you can say Bambi & the Demoscum are fucking cowards, only so many ways you can dare them to grow a set and come go mano a mano. And when they don’t (see “Chickenshit, Mykki), what else is there?
So it’s a “sorta kinda” hiatus for Yours Truly for a little bit. (Not that I’ve been writing all that much before, but still.) I’ll come back when I fucking well feel like it.
When that might be…who the hell knows?
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 11:38
There won’t be a Perfect Football Weekend column this week, after all. There just isn’t time.
And that’s getting to be a major problem around here. Remember how I’ve groused in the past about This Fine Blog going the route of the original BBS? Never having time to maintain it and such?
That’s getting to be the case, writ extra-large, these days. I can’t give this endeavor the time it deserves at this point, and I’m honestly wondering if I want things to continue that way going into 2014.
(For the One Or Two Of You That Still Care About This Blog, yes – that’s an indication that I may be ready to put SCBBS back on the shelf for the time being.)
Watch this space.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 1:09
[SCENE: On the near-powerless bridge of ISS Vengeance. Admiral Darth Venomous and General Korrioth are overseeing a minor refit of the communications module. Chief Engineer Ozymandias McCool carries a solid-state console module in his arms, awaiting instruction from Venomous.]
VENOMOUS: Anytime you’re ready, McCool.
OZY McCOOL: Aye, sir.
[McCool slides the module into the empty slot. Power comes to life on the bridge - for about two seconds.
Massive sparkage flies from the just-installed module, sending all three diving for cover. (Well, Korrioth & McCool, anyway. Venomous merely turns away with a disgusted look on his face.)
Venomous turns & glares at McCool.]
OZY McCOOL (looking very nervous at the moment): As I suspected, m’lord. Major flaw in the J2 circuit.
VENOMOUS: Fine. And in whose head is Kor going to sink his bat’leth this time?
OZY McCOOL: Personally, I’d start with the union writers. They’ve got all manner of plot devices up their sleeves, and they’ve had it in for you ever since you beheaded Allan.
VENOMOUS (chuckling): Mheh. That’s what I like about you guys – no foolin’ around, cut to the chase. Okay, Kor, see to it.
Okay, we’re officially back online here, and all it cost me was my primary keyboard. Fry’s will be furnishing me a replacement shortly.
In the meantime, we’ll catch up on the Perfect Football Weekend beginning tonight – Heights will play its annual one-and-done playoff game this evening, and I’ve some thoughts on Incognito-Juanita Martin (and no – that’s not a typo.)
Oh…and anyone who even dares breathe the number “51″ dies. You have been warned.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 11:47
Denizens, every once in a while I venture out of my little mac-and-cheese Comfort Zone here to partake of the Blogosphere. One of the sites I frequent is Twitchy, which follows stuff going on in the Twittersphere.
And, every once in a while, I will (ahem) partake in some of the discussions.
(You just know where this is going, don’t you?)
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 23:51
That’s an order.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 16:40
Five years ago today, she came into my life. One year to the day thereafter, we married.
And my life’s been a living hell ever since.
Still love her, though.
Happy anniversary, Mrs. Venomous!
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 6:46
(The following is a column which appeared on my old web site, www.spatulacitybbs.com, on September 11th, 2001. It is re-posted now in remembrance of then.)
NOTE: This column contains some coarse language. Back out now if such language offends you, please.
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 1:54
One more year has passed.
Still no “Reverend” (hack, spit) Mykki Chickenshit.
Still no sock-puppet “Von Vockerman”.
Still no $66.
One would think the pussy could have at least sent one of his inflatable dolls down here.
You know, to at least put up some semblance of a fight…?
But I guess not.