Hey, how's that for a name? "Blogging for Nickels." Can you think of anything more worthless than a nickel, except maybe a penny? Not that a dollar is worth much more these days... Back years ago, tourists, mostly female tourists, used to throw nickels and whatever into the water when they vacationed in exotic places like Greece or the Islands. Virile young boys would then dive into the water in order to retrieve the shining booty from the bottom of a sunlit lagoon. Of course, if a young fellow appeared virile enough, often a matronly tourist lady would single him out for an extended friendship, one in which he would soon learn more fully the ways of the world in addition to having some extra coins to jingle in his pocket. What a way to pass a sunny afternoon. Well, it beat picking olives or coconuts.



07-09-04

Oh my, it's another Friday night, and I'm already half potted. I been drinking beer mixed with Clamato juice and a shot of vodka to sweeeten it up. I didn't feel like going out tonight, so I stirred up a batch of my famous "Sloppy Nates" and a pot of mack 'n cheese in pepper sauce. Whooeeee! A person could eat worse. I should write a cookbook. That last gal flat wore me out, and she'll probably do it again. I'm used to being a bachelor, but with a little luck, and if she really wanted to, she could probably change all that.

Nate



07-04-04

Whee, it was a great 4th. of July again with no terrorists mooching around. I think that the main reason those raghead terrorists don't do anything cute on the street here in the good old USA is that they don't want to get themselves torn apart and stuffed full of pig parts. Imagine a curly pig dick sticking out from the slit in their throat. What would Allah think?

Nate



07-01-04

Life is good. Shelly came by tonight after work and spent the evening with me. I genuinely like that woman. She makes me feel real good. All you women who constantly bitch at your men should learn that making your man feel good will keep him home. Life can be good if you make it that way...

Nate



06-27-04

Well, here it is a sunny Sunday afternoon, and it would seem I survived the weekend even if I did get lost for a couple days. Friday, I worked late, finishing up a project and later went out to hunt down some dinner. There I was driving along the road, when a particular establishment caught my eye, or more accurately, my nose. My goodness, that roasting meat smelled good, as I was feeling rather carnal at the moment. Naturally, I slammed on the brakes and skidded into their parking lot as one might expect when hanging a right turn at 35 miles per hour from a moving traffic lane. It's a good thing my Lexus is a stable automobile. Don't ever let me drive one of those narrow, high-setting SUVs or I'll have it shiny side down in no time.

The BBQ Joint before me touted itself as a restaurant and bar, and that was OK with me, as that sort of fare was just what I was looking for at that moment. I like to eat in bars anyway. So in I walked big as life, only to be met by this slick honey-eyed little beaver who manned the door, saying, " Hi! You staying for dinner or just drinks?" "Both," I answered, "See if you can find me a wall table in the bar room with a good view of what's happening." "No problem," she tossed back, and then led the way, her tight little bunz capturing my attention and my imagination as they flicked from side to side.

The table was fine, and as I set down, I dropped a C-note on it as a marker to let them know who I was. It didn't take the server long to get to me as the smell of money is always attractive. She took my order, and I soon after enjoyed a platter of the best BBQ I'd had in a while, washed down with some cool suds. It was good to relax after a tough week, so I took my time eating and went easy on the beer after tossing down the first couple glasses to get my blood flowing in the right direction. There were lots of girlies lining the bar and more coming, so this place was obviously ripe for action. More than one of them was glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes, so it looked like one way or another, it would be a long night. Well, this could get real interesting and maybe wet and splashy, so if you want to read more, better click over to my adult section. to finish up, but only if you want...

Nate



6-23-04

Now it's really starting to get hot here in Phoenix Arizona. This is the time of year when no one really wants to go outside unless they just have to. I've some errands to run, but I'm setting here procrastinating about getting up and running them. I keep hoping they will go away, but I know they won't, so any time now, I'll get up and slam the door behind me. One of those errands entails stopping at the market for some beer and other important goodies, so there is no question about my going. When the beer gets low, I go! Still, I know from past experience that I shouldn't go shopping on an empty stomach while hungry, so I just made myself a nice lunch. The trouble with that is, now that I've finished eating it, I'm in nap mode and don't want to go to the store at all. Life is just one problem after another.

A lot later: OK, so I made it to the store. They had a sale on beef chuck roast, so I bought a bunch of it. I mostly make chili or stew out of the stuff. Though sometimes, I just pressure cook some of it over veggies and eat it plain. Even without seasonings, beef, if pressure cooked dry, has a great taste all its own. By dry, I mean keeping the meat up out of the water on a pile of veggies or on a trivit. The trick is to avoid washing off its own juices. Rib meat, it would seem, has a lot of flavor.

Nate



6-22-04

Another day in Margaritaville. The sun came up; the sun went down. I wonder how many people were born today? That, of course, leads to asking, how many people died today? Death did not take a holiday. I know of at least one guy who took the big leap today. Yes, flipper, the insurgents whacked off the head of that poor South Korean fellow, as his traumatized spirit wended its way to whatever heaven he believed in. My goodness, will he ever have a lot to talk about! Now, he is part of a fairly elite group- the beheaded. I mean, not all that many people die that way these days. I heard a sound bite of his family wailing at his loss, and they sounded pretty distraught. I don't blame them. All that aside, what actually happened there was Alkida gave the South Korean government and its people a slap in the face. That wasn't real smart. It will be interesting so see how the SKs avenge their honor or face as they call it. One thing sure, South Koreans aren't much into turning the other cheek.

Nate



06-21-04

The Alkida insurgents are at it again. Now, they have abducted a So. Korean fellow and are threatening to cut off his head if SK doesn't pull out of Iraq by sundown. The sound bite sounded like the captive Korean guy isn't feeling any too spiritual about his plight at all. Those camel jockeys really shouldn't fuck with the Koreans, as they can be some real nasty enemies- vindictive too, and they are coming. See, the SKs don't have any lib females to put up with, so they can do whatever they want with their enemies sans domestic repercussions. If the Korean guy is smart, he'll call upon Satan, and he will win the game. Read "Vengeance Is Mine" on Satan's Playground.

Later: Things are getting better. Now I've had a few beers and some good Mexican-style food. You know, some tacos and Spanish rice, along with a few beans and some key limes. However the main thing is the beers mixed with Mexican Clamato juice and some vodka to kick it all up a notch. Woo who! Damn! That was good. No matter what, I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for Russians, as after all, they did invent vodka. When I was young, the very idea of mixing vodka and beer sounded vile. Now, I consider it ambrosia! I am half German. Maybe at last, the Russian women and I have something in common. Now, if they turn out to be good in bed, so much the better.

As I worked along at a grinding pace, I spent a good portion of the day off to the side, listening to the talk radio people talking about Bill Clinton and his new book. Hell, I always liked ole "Slick Willy". He and I have a lot in common, namely women. We both like them- a lot. Of course, we differ on Hillary and his other choices. Wheeoo! He sees them entirely differently than do I. Funny how that is. I'm a Democrat, but old John Kerry sees them a bit differently too. Anyway, they can keep their women, even if they do have money. My dick isn't interested in money. All a woman has to do is to cop a quick feel of my dick to see if I hold her in high esteem. Check out my adult section.

Well, it's a new day. This morning, a private company made the first manned space flight. Now, all Hell will break loose, and humanity will one day soon spread out across the universe. Look out. The old science fiction stories will become science fact. Now they have proven that we, as a people can do it, we will.



06-20-04

Happy Fathers Day! A nice quiet day here. Visited some friends and went out for dinner. That was nice. The day got better as it unfolded. I woke up this morning with a horrible taste in my mouth. It was as though the whole Russian army had marched through my mouth in their stocking feet. Well, a couple of cold beers rectified that problem, and things looked much brighter. They say the best thing about being a drinker is when you wake up in the morning, you know that is the worst you will feel all day.



06-19-04

I'm feeling pretty vindictive right now. Those Muslims really shouldn't have cut off an American's head. That pissed a lot of us off. As we always say, there is no excuse for stupid. Those camel jockeys have been watching way too much liberal TV. They actually think that they have struck fear in the hearts of Americans. Ain't that cute? Talk about delusion! What they have forgotten is that most American's are good ole' boys and girls. See, we go along with all that religious, theoretical bullshit just so we can get laid, at least most of the time. However, once those rag-headed, dip shits get started showing their asses, we gonna start killing all of them without any mercy at all. We won't even wash our hands before lunch. Allah is dog shit to us as are the rest of them. No problem, once this thing busts open, we'll get laid all we want. Fear can work both ways, you see, and warriors always get laid. We have another saying, "A pig in every mosque." Just wait.

Nate



06-18-04

So far, I'm in a pretty good mood today. I've had a touch of the flu or something eating at me, but it seems to be passing. I woke up this morning feeling bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to face the day. I actually felt like working, so I did. Hey, I just realized that it is Friday. TGIF! Now, what shall I do? Perhaps, later I shall go out by the pool and chat up the girls a bit. The other day, one of them looked pretty good in her string bikini. Maybe, she'll wear it again. Let's see, I think I have a case of beer...

Nate



06-15-04

The whole world is full of liars and theives, and you can't tell the pimps from the whores without a program. Never have I heard so much bullshit on the news. A handful of terrorists are playing with the US Milatary like they were a bunch of old ladies up on stools in mortal fear of being attacked by colony of mice. The news media tells us whatever they want, even if it bares no realationship to the truth or they just skip over anything that is not helpful to their agenda. It makes you wonder. Well, at least the price of gas is finally working its way down. I guess the powers-that-be are afraid we'll start growing defensive and deprive them of some change. Hey, it's all about the tax, not about the price of the gas. Eighteen percent of nothing is still nothing. Follow the money trail...

Nate



06-11-04

This week, they laid to rest Ronald Reagan, our 40th. President. Some loved him, some hated him, and some said, "Huh, who was that?" I remember his watch as a pretty good time when I made a bunch of money, drank a lot of beer and generally had a pretty good time.

Nate



06-10-04

The knock on my back door came at about 8:30 pm, just as I finished rincing my dinner dishes and setting them aside to air dry. I slipped the bolt and opened the door only to find one of the pool girls standing there in the lamplight with an empty cup in her hand. She grinned, and holding out her cup, said, "I just came over to see if I could borrow a cup of cooking vodka." "Ok," I answered, "Let's see if we can work up a recipe for it." I stepped back to allow her entrance, and she flowed in, her bare feet noiseless on the floor, her long hair trailing down her back. She looked good in her string bikinis which were just enough to cover her if one didn't get too technical. As I closed the door, I noticed that it was all quiet outside, so she was alone and wanted company. I had visited with her out by the pool a few days before, so I guess she wanted to get acquainted a little better. Hey, that was OK with me. So placing my hand on the small of her back, my little finger just trailing inside the cleft of her shapely ass, I took her cup and steered her towards the bar. Oops, I better cut this out before things get out of hand! However, if you like this sort of thing, check out the adult stories section of my main site at your own risk...



06-08-04

Funny how it is. We get so damn busy, we forget to blog. So much happens so fast, we can't keep up with it all and much of it slips by us unnoticed. Actually, I've been working at updating some stories for my Horror Workshop Web Site. I've always enjoyed writing horrible stories, and now have quite a collection of them. I see things happening around me, and sometimes think about what would happen if one tossed in a demon or an axe murderer to add a little excitement...

Nate



06-01-04

So here it is summertime once again! The great wheel of the universe has creaked on a bit farther, and once again, we shall be cooked in our own juices- especially here in Arizona. This is the land that is said to be 100 miles from water and two feet from Hell. I guess our main product is sunshine. People come from all over to get some of it, except in the summertime when there is way too much of it.

It would appear the price of gasoline is still holding up nicely. I wonder when the powers-that-be are going to quit kidding us along? The emperor doesn't have any new clothes, and we have at least a known 300 year supply of crude oil still in the ground. Not all of us are stupid. Now, I see the market for SUV's is going soft. Yeah, I'll bet it will go softer too! What ridiculous, ill- designed, gas guzzling vehicles they are, anyway. I've always wondered why anyone would want one. Now, the world is catching up with me. Good riddance, I say! You ever notice how there is always some great, monster vehicle hugging your rear bumper in traffic? I have an answer for that. I installed a large, heavy diamond plate truck bumper to the ass end of my rice burner pickup truck, complete with a receiver hitch. My air shocks raise the rear of my pickup just high enough to properly align with their radiators. By golly, it makes them think twice!

Now that the price of gas has gone up, everyone wants "hybrids," or at least cars that get 40-50 mpg. The big behemoth SUV's that clog today's roads will soon be cast aside and replaced with smaller gas- sipping vehicles, leaving the gas companies with lots of unsold gas. That should drive the price of gas down, unless they raise it even higher on some trumped-up reason- like we would believe it. Actually, I doubt they much care if we believe it or not.

Nate



05-31-04

Here it is, another Memorial Day weekend. The terrorists are threatening us with disaster and the cops are threatening us with traffic tickets. I just heard the cops bragging about all those hundreds of tickets they handed out over the weekend. It makes you wonder. Why the Hell have a holiday? It's like them against us. We're damned if we do and damned if we don't. Somehow, they take a lot of fun out of our weekend. One of these days, all Hell is going to break loose, and there are a lot more of us then them, whoever they are.

Nate



05-30-04

I gotta laugh. Talk about paper tigers! After flashing the photos of the 7 terrorists all over the media, the manager of a Denny's Restaurant in Colorado spotted two of those terrorists eating in his establishment. He dutifully phoned the FBI in Washington DC, but was chastised and turned away by the switchboard, saying he should have called the local agency. Next, he called the local FBI and got voice mail. The bad guys, of course, finished their chicken salads, picked their teeth and absconded into the night to be about their nefarious business, untroubled by the long arm of the law. Then there was the news story about two vans full of illegal aliens being stopped on the freeway here in Arizona. Of course, there weren't enough federal officers to deal with them, so they let most of them go. Like I always say, who is kidding who?

Nate



05-29-04

Now, I know something happened this last week, but I just can't remember what it was. Have you ever lost a week? I sure have. In fact, ever since I retired, I seem to have mislaid several of them. Sometimes, I just tune it all out, grab a couple of cases of beer and read some good books. It's not that I get depressed, it's more like I just lose interest and don't give a fuck.

Nate



5-21-04

So, I was out blasting around today and lo and behold came upon a roadside stand selling watermelons for about a buck each. They were big, fine watermelons with sugar marks all over them- yum. Unable to resist, I stopped and purchased several. I brought them home to the poolside apartments where I'm hanging out these days and announced a weekend party, including a watermelon roast. I may even jam a bottle of vodka into the blossom end of one of those melons and set it out in the sun. When the melon sucks in the bottle of vodka, it's ready to eat. I like to sponsor weekend parties. I mean, someone has to do it, right? Of course! What better way to bring out the string bikinis?

Nate



5-20-2004

Well, another bright, sunny day has dawned. What other kind of day could one expect in Arizona at this time of year? I'm sitting here sipping a fresh cup of hot, French Roast coffee and plotting the day ahead. I always start out with forty-eleven things to do, but with a little thought, whittle that morass down to a more realistic two or three items.

I think I'll stop at the liquor store and buy myself some barley-malt and make up a batch of beer. When I was a kid I used to make and bottle batches of beer and wine as the liquor store owners wouldn't sell booze to me. I got pretty good at making home brew too. Granddad used to pay me ten cents a bucket for picking dandelions (little yellow flowering weeds) out of his yard. Imagine my delight when I discovered that I could make wine out of those cute little flowers. All I needed once I had the fodder was some water, sugar, yeast and a bunch of patience. I was a popular kid. Hell, I could make brew out of most anything, even orange juice. Ain't nature wonderful?

Well, I gotta go do some chores. Nate



5-19-04

This was a good day to stay home and work on the website. This thing is massive and takes constant care and feeding. You know how it is, you get ideas and want to see what they look like on the web. Then, of course, you keep finding things to fix or touch up or generally improve. Will it ever be enough?

This job doesn't pay anything, but it's a good way to let off steam or just wind down after a hard bout of programming. I've been listening to talk radio, and never have I before heard such a ration of crap. Hey, how does it feel to skip lunch so you can pay $2.25 or more for a gallon of gas? Pretty slick of those heartless gas station operators, no? I've just returned from Northern Arizona, and guess what? No matter where I went out of the Greater Phoenix Area, gas prices were a flat $1.99 a gallon. That's it. Not even the name brand stations exceeded that magic number. Interesting, those country stations are farther off the main roads and gas had to be trucked in. Still, the price was $1.99. Go figure! Who is kidding who?

Nate