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The Rage Virus
I once heard that a Chi is nothing more than an overgrown rat with an attitude problem. One of my neigbors has a Chi--and he's a little lovebug...and so well trained. I have also found that on the agression scale, the Toy breeds (Pekes, Papillions, Chis, Rat Terriers) tend to be the most agressive towards "unknowns." It's all in the breeding and the training, be it human or canine! --LPR— December 29, 2010 11:05 p.m.
Rob Halford Lives in San Diego
25 yrs clean-and-sober as well! Keep it going,'mano! NOBODY'S too old to rock-and-roll! --LPR— December 26, 2010 2:43 a.m.
Good Bye Dear Friend
Buenos tardes, y aidios, mi amigo del sur! Vaya con de amor de Dios, y un feliz vida loca! Su Amigo de Vista, RKJ. Guten Tag, und auf Wiedersehen, mein freund von der Sud! Geht mit Gott's lieben, und eine hublische leben Sie gehaben! Deine Freund auf Vista, RKJ Good afternoon, and I wish you good fortune, my friend from South of the Border. Go with God's Love, and have a happy and crazy life! Your Friend From Vista, RKJ— November 29, 2010 12:34 p.m.
Top three free things to do in San Diego?
My top three: 01) Mission San Luis Rey Museum, Oceanside--the history of Early California is extremely fascinating. 02) The Boardwalk--walked it from Pacific Beach to Mission Beach at 'Canes! 03) Seaport Village--Spent lots of happy afternoons here. --LPR— November 23, 2010 10:33 p.m.
Acme K9 Services: Bruce, I miss you so....
RIP-Bruce, m'boy! May you find the peace in the afterlife you could not find here. As yet another of God's Creatures has to perish, so yet another part of our collective soul does, indeed, perish. All to avoid becoming some PIS Lawyer-cum-buzzard's next meal! Dogs, indeed, do have more spunk than many humans have intelligence! After all, they can understand English--yet we can never seem to speak dog! --LPR— October 9, 2010 11:08 p.m.
Is there a word you use that others don't know the meaning to?
Here's a eight-pack of terms for you: 1) "Smokehead": Somebody who is terminally addicted to tobacco use. As in constantly bugging friends and family for money to get a pack of cigarettes (if not any spare cigs the person has), or rummaging through ashtrays looking for "long butts" to tide them over. If they do not get their fix--very unpleasant to be around. 2) "Suckwadd": A person who performs fellatio, be it for pleasure or pay. A common cussword up in the San Joaquin Valley. 3) "Normie": A perjorative term for a non-mental health client, usually referring to those whose ignorance regarding Mental Health Issues is compounded by a mis-guided attempt to "do something." 4) "Cigarette Economy": Used in prison slang to refer to the underground barter market, with cigarettes being the currency of that economy. Also used in board-and-care facilities, which is why cigar and pipe smokers (and non-smokers) are not too welcome among the residents. 5) "Spread 'em and moan": a term that usually refers to a girl who fakes sexual pleasure to please her partner. Also refers to a "loose woman" in a derogatory fashion ("'Ol Spread-'em-and-moan just got on the board last night). 6) "Take Him To Small-Claims Court For Male Fraud!": What a partner really desires to do when the "man" they are having a relationship with isn't "virile" enough to suit them. 7) "Size Of Engine In Truck Is Inverse To Size Of Engine On Man." Often refers to those boors who "run & gun" their high-performance vehicle to impress somebody. Usually implies their "gear" is cocktail-weenie sized. 8) "Dancing In Front Of A Claymore Mine While Playing With The Detonator SWitch": Terminal self-destructive behavior. A Claymore mine is a 1-2 pound block of C-4 plastic explosive with hundreds of steel balls imbedded. It usually is "command-detonated" via an electronic detonator, and the result of being in the path of those explosive-driven balls is, to say the least, splatter-movie material. --LPR— October 9, 2010 10:56 p.m.
Week 5 Scoreboard
Nice to have a place where I can get the scores without having to cuss like a pirate with his nads caught in a vise (usually due to the fact that both "local fishwrap & birdcage liner" websites don't have scores from both North County and South of Del Mar/Rancho Bernardo (where the imaginary border between North County and San Diego City Limits is drawn) schools). Keep up the good work, guys! --LPR— October 2, 2010 11:28 a.m.
Random Observations during an Eight-Minute Trolley Ride
Welcome to the Wonderful World Of Public Transportation. I've been riding since 1986, and each ride is much like Forrest Gump's Box Of Chocolates--you never know what you're going to get! I've seen my share of both the bad and the good. Yet, intertwined with both is the LIFE, the HUMANITY--what makes living worth living! Sure, there are those who curse about having to share "their ride" with a bunch of "drunks, punks, psychos, geezers, bums,gimps, fatsos, brats"...et al ad nauseaum. Yet, for the price I pay for each monthly pass, I daresay the money is very well spent. It's pretty much the most reliable transportation you can find anywhere--and you don't have to pull into a refilling station to replenish your fuel tank at such usurous rates! See you on the bus! --LPR— September 30, 2010 2:20 p.m.
Scooter Riders of San Diego
What sort of bike do you have there, m'man? Ah, yes, I remember my "2-wheeling" days...so long ago. My first ride was a German-built Hercules moped, one with a speedometer that measured in kilometers-per-hour, and finished in British racing green! At full-throttle, that baby could reach about 41 miles-per-hour. Just the ticket on those flat roads in the San Joaquin Valley...wearing my white helmet with our school's football hemet logo (Lemoore High School: a tiger curling around a purple block-serifed "L") plastered on each side. My second ride was a cherry-red Yahmahopper. I was living in Salem, Oregon at the time, and needed wheels to get to class. Though it could only make 25mph, I didn't need a motorcycle licence to ride it (just a standard Oregon D.O.T. Class "C" Driver's License). It also had a shaft drive-train, which made it easy to start. My royal blue helmet was stenciled "Mopedmann" on the front. Eventually, I do plan on getting another scooter. It will be a more powerful model, but the call of the two wheels is powerful enough. Enjoy your day! --LPR— September 30, 2010 2:07 p.m.
The cheap motels on San Diego's Midway Drive, the vending machines
If you really want to know what Hell is like? This story pretty much sums it up! The saddest part was finding out that "The Sins Of The Mother" had been visited upon the youngest boy...with predictable results. Keep on writing, David...you have the tools and the talent! --LPR— September 16, 2010 8:10 p.m.