Ballsy’s 2025 Goals

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I didn't really want to call them Resolutions because they're really not. I tend to think of Resolutions as change you want to effect on your life. You are changing something you find deficient. Yes, I do have really high self esteem and yes I do think I'm God's Gift, so

YOUR 2025 AVN Awards Nominees

Yes, it's that time of year again! My, how time flies! I also thought today, right after Christmas, was the best day to publish this. Jesus GETS titties and asses. This year, the 2025 AVN Awards Show is set to take place January 25, 2025 at Virgin Hotels Las Vegas. Tickets to the

Like the Deserts Miss the Rain

There's very little to be said when things take this long (gestures Sonofspamingly at my B Favre area). Oh and the trees in the back are dead. More on that later. Anyways, here's the update on my irrigation water since our 7/9/2024 post. As you'll recall, I had my work

The Voodoo He Do So Well: 2024 Stillers What-Have-You

Yinz already know I'm going through the "life transition," and whatever. I'll take my D- on this, and be happy not be exiled to Lowratio's outhouse for a fortnight. Between my work computer not having access to funny gifs, and my home computer is suddenly quite ill, on top of everything...

Homestead Update

RTD made a joke of me because, like the United States, I'm a crumbling superpower who can't get the infrastructure up to speed. For those who've not been keeping up with MEEEEEEEE, our April 30 post ended with a simple, "So the dirt;s all prepped. We'll wait a couple weeks

Friday Morning Brain Farts/Carpenter Jorb

In lieu of actual prose, here's some randomness to waste time while waiting for DJ 3000 to reload munitions from last night's operations the playlist. I semi-successfully managed to get through my first week as a 9-1-1 operator without causing any serious harm. So, that's a plus. Somehow I've managed to

Trim and Grade

So we have flood irrigation here in Arizona. That's where we left off last time. That's the prologue. I'm not going to get into the deal about the finer points of the irrigation in Arizona. Water flows downhill. We ain't got no water. The native americans actually had it all dialed

About a Hole

As much as I enjoy taking everyone through a long meandering journey about my years surviving in the modern american desert -- where you all blast but, statistically, are moving to in droves unless you've got the guts to spend your twilight era in fucking International-To-The-Point-Of-Relentlessly-Corrupt-And-UnAmerican Florida1 -- because, honestly,

A Thursday Afternoon Carpenter Existential Experience!

Greetings, hola, guten tag, ni how, and yadda yadda. I swear the month of February exists only to mess with people's sense of time, space, and perception. 2024 is already six weeks old, we never really had winter in Yinzburgh, and I can't tell if the days are getting longer (sort

Your “How the Hell Is it Mardi Gras?” Open Night Chatty-Chat

Seriously. T-Swift can'y even stand yet after post-Owl celebrations her and Travis have been doing, and it's friggin' Lent tomorrow. On Valentine's Day! Anyway, it's Mardi Gras tonight, so NAWLINS had to have been weirder than normal this past weekend/week. I'm grew up Catholic, and now generously describe myself as "lapsed" at