Dear Butthurt Libtard.

 Whoever you are, digging through this blog looking for material to reinforce your perpetual butthurt.

This is a Back Up site.

It is not meant for the public to even know about. Every single post here is just a copy from a different blog. Reporting anything you object to for the sake of "Team Blogger" to flag and remove is a complete waste of time, you are accomplishing absolutely nothing.

Which is exactly why I want you to pull up a chair and magnifying glass and start at the beginning, then work your way all the way to the end.

Knock yourself out asshole.

Free Speech Isn't Free In America Anymore

There is currently a Full On assault on Free Speech going on in this country and more than one Wordpress Blog has been terminated without warning recently.
I still have other Blogger hosted Blogs but Google was doing the same thing to people who's words they deemed to be offensive a while back so I bailed on Blogger and went to Wordpress where I had unimaginable success.
I also bought and paid for, a Domain name from Wordpress,

Bustednuckles.com.

 However, I am fairly certain that I got a taste of their censorship very recently when I posted a Youtube video from someone whom they considered to be Bad Think In Extremis.
All of a sudden I couldn't update the body of the post, just the title, after trying repeatedly.



I have years and years worth of writings on several different blogs, starting clear back in March of 2006.
That is a long time in the world of Blogging,
I do not care to have all of that disappeared because some Snowflake Cunt I will never see identified, doesn't like what I posted some random day and decides arbitrarily to pull the plug on my blog.

Fuck, That.

So now I am trying to figure out how to back up or transfer, all of my Wordpress posts.
This could take a while.
In the mean time, I am starting yet another Blogger hosted blog to use as a back up in case the worst does happen.

Maybe now, after I have been saying it for over five years, people will wake the fuck up to the fact that we ARE in the middle of a God Damned Civil War.

Name Change At The New Site

I decided to change the name over there to make life simpler. The new name is ,

                                                   
                                                        Bustednuckles

Since I had to buy a Domain Name a while back I figured I might as well simplify everything.
The domain and address is Bustednuckles.com .

If you have a blog with my new site on your bloglist then I need a HUGE favor!
I need you to get into your settings, find your bloglist and then RENAME  The Vulgar Curmudgeon to
B U S T E D N U C K L E S.

Not  BustedKnuckles!

No K, 'K?
Thank you very much.

My Move To The Wordpress Platform Is Complete

I just wanted to update this site, I still use the blogroll here every single day because of the automatic update feature that Wordpress doesn't have but that's about it.
All of my posts from here on out will be over there and you can get there quick by clicking on this,


                                   

The Vulgar Curmudgeon

I'd like to thank everyone who stops by and if you have a blog and don't see it listed on my new site then drop me a line in the comments so I can take care of it.

See y'all over there!

Updated;

Unfortunately, this place has attracted the attention of some low life Spamming Muslim Cocksuckers so  I am going to have to turn comment moderation on to cut their little playtime off.

My Newest Post Is Over At My New Wordpress Site

I have a shit ton of work to do to it but I have already imported all the old posts and their respective comments from here to there.

The biggest challenge is going to be the Blogrolls. Holy Mother of God.

I tried using the import tool and got an error message back, "XML Error: Comment must not contain '--' (double-hyphen) at line 602",
whatever the fuck that means and wherever the fuck line 602 would be escapes me.
In case you haven't noticed, a Computer Geek, I am not. If I have to manually import both blogrolls then it is going to be a long time before it gets completely done.

The one thing I am going to miss about Blogger is the automatically updating blogroll, that is an extremely cool function that I am pretty sure Wordpress does not have anything to replace with.

So if you are reading this and have a blog with me on your blogroll then I am asking nicely if you could update it for me please.
The new site's address is right here,

The Vulgar Curmudgeon

Please be patient with me, it is going to take me quite a while to get the place dialed in the way I want it to look but I will get there eventually.
I have used Wordpress in the past but never really got the hang of it and now I have to relearn what little I did know.

Either way, I will be phasing out here and in the not too distant future this will be yet another archived site for me with a link to my newest adventure in blogging.

No matter what though, the writing is on the wall where Google is concerned.

Adios motherfuckers.

Current View, Laptop Screen And The Tips Of My Toes

Our little mini vacation is over but I took this one extra day off so I could just lay around and contemplate my navel.
The shit show I deal with every day at work will be there when I get back.
I know I needed some time off but I didn't realize how badly until yesterday when I went and had an hour long massage from the top of my head to my toes.

Holy crap, the guy found parts that were hurting that I didn't even know were hurting.
When I finally sat up I could feel the weight pile on each vertebra one at a time and all of them were sore.
My legs were really bad too.

After we had dinner last night I went back to the room and basically fell asleep before I knew what was going on.
Twelve hours later and it was time to get up, check out and get some breakfast.

So today is my one true fuck everything day and I am going to enjoy it.
Regularly scheduled insanity will resume tomorrow.
Thanks for stopping by.

98% From Portland ( Updated)

. Strange light effect on cheap cell phone at 98% of totality.

Updated, Actually, the wife informs me that we experienced a 99.2% eclipse so that glare on the lens is less than 1% of the suns full energy. I could see those red spots on the screen of my phone when I took the picture but thought it wouldn't show up when it was done.
I have no idea why it did that but it's a pretty cool picture anyway.
Notice the street lamp is on at the bottom of the picture at ten something in the morning on a normally bright, sunny day.

Even though we came close to a full eclipse and all we could see at maximum coverage was a tiny splinter of light right at the top, it was too much of an angle with too much visible light to see the corona.
It was still pretty awesome to watch and we had an excellent vantage point twenty minutes from home with zero traffic worries.
When it was over we just strolled down the grounds here at Edgefield and found some chairs to flop in underneath a covered area.

Now I'm going to take a nap, a couple of the women folk were up half the damn night keeping me awake and I got up at 7:30 this morning so we could get breakfast in the restaurant out of the way before the eclipse hit.

The Wifely Unit Has No Sense Of Adventure

Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary.
The same day as this big eclipse thing.
Thankfully we just head across the river to Edgefield in Troutdale every year so we shouldn't have to deal with the traffic.
Actually, she is already there and has been since Friday hanging out with one of her sisters who's birthday is today.

We were there last year too but I had to work so when I went to go over there, I took the little Sprite on it's maiden voyage out of town.
Here it is sitting in front of the joint.The first time in 20 some odd years the thing actually got me somewhere and back without breaking down.

That was all well and good until it was time to come home.
She had the kid drop her off and didn't have her car.
There is no passenger side seat in the Sprite.

So she had to call the kid to come get her. There was a certain amount of grief received over this.

Fast forward to this year, she has been over there since Friday again and it was the same deal, she had the kid drop her off.
There still isn't a passenger side seat in the Sprite either.

So she sends me a text message telling me not to bring the Sprite because she don't have a car.
The conversation via text went like this,

Ding, I get a message.

Her, Don't drive the Sprite down here, I don't have a car.

A couple minutes of fucking around on the internet and I sent her this,

Her, ?

Me. It's a milk crate.

Her, Why?

Me, For you to sit on in the Sprite.

Her, No.

Me, It's clean.

Her, No.

Me, OK, I'll put a cushion on it, Geez.

Her, No.

Me,

OK, Ok, damn you are hard to please woman but I am all over it.

Her, Whatever. ( She is plenty annoyed now)

Me, I'll even bolt it down just for you.
Should I put the top up?

Her, Dead silence.

Me, Alright, I'll be there later today with your little hoopty.

Her, K, I don't really know what you're talking about but whatever.

Me, Your car.
Lighten up, I'm just fucking with you.Smooch.

Her, Kinda figured anyway, bite me.


So she does have a bit of a sense of humor but no sense of adventure.

One of these days I'll tell you guys about the "Electric Van" I had back in the day and the time me and the old man got drunker than piss boiled owls at a family Christmas party and I had to take him home in the fucker.
It had a milk crate for a seat on the passenger side.
It's hilarious.

So posting might be a bit light, we shall see.

Oh, and BTW, I am getting the floor pans cleaned up and painted in the little POS so I can glue down some carpet.
The seats are going to be expensive no matter which way I go.
Over $2,000 plus freight to buy new ones and probably close to that to have mine redone.
$500 just for the seat skins but at over 50 years old, the frames are rusted and all the guts inside are shot.
I am going to throw that duct taped motherfucker in on the drivers side because that one is so far gone I am basically sitting in a bowl.

Smokin' Hot Aussie RedNecks?!

The cognitive dissonance level is way up there watching these two smokin' little hotties fuck with each other like pubescent redneck boys all over the United States do every day.



Gotta admit they have quite the sense of humor though.

Warm Up The Bulldozers!

This great idea received vial Email from a sweet little old lady.
I say go for it.