Hot!

Some have suggested an AC unit, but if were can hold out a few more days, fall will be here.

Sunday at "The Crib"

Alright, I'm here... now where is everyone?

Shake Shack line is too long... I guess you all went down to Toft's for some sundaes,,,,

Tell A Story Day

So today I decided is the day I am officially starting my new novel, K2, which is the sequel to The Doughnuts. (Of course, in actuality I already started it... on 4/20/12... which isn't exactly true... because I actually started it sometime earlier in the year, or actually last year... I'm not sure when... but it's been pretty slow to get started, but today is the day I am REALLY starting it.) So I am celebrating by smoking a cigar, a Kinky Friedman "Lone Star" which kind of has put me under...

Ahoy!

This party is really starting to heat up.
It might be time to run out for some more pretzels from Snyder's of Hanover!
(national pretzel day tomorrow... or that's now, actually!)

Open for suggestions!

Sausage Party

Hey, all dudes. My kind of place!

My Gift to The Earth

For Earth Day, I decided to go to the YMCA and exercise rather than eat potato chips and get depressed like I usually do on Sunday. My idea is that doing things to stay alive longer will benefit The Earth because burying my toxic body in healthy loam isn't going to do anything but pollute. Every time I go to the gym I'm in a bad mood when I arrive and a good mood when I leave, like it's drugs! I guess that makes sense, seeing how people pay money to inflict pain on themselves around smelly strangers. The exciting thing today, however, is that I noticed a flyer for a new class: PUNK ROPE! I guess it's a jump rope class, and I guess punk is a "good word" these days. It starts next week, maybe I'll  try it! It says, "All levels of jump rope ability are welcome-- even SPEEN level!" I'm not kidding. That's generous because the last time I tried to jump rope I got it caught in my hair. OK, it didn't really say that, about the "Speen level." But the rest of this is true.

MOMS, DOGS, & FUNERALS

SO my mom may or may not have shown up as a dog to her funeral. And she may or may not have been a shaman and a witch while she was making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for me for school all those years. But, I know if she was a witch she was for the most part happy and filled with a good white light. My mom ran around the church in Carchiveen, Kerry that morning and pissed at the head of her earth body's casket three times and muddied up the altar girl's robes good and nipped at the geriatric priest's fingertips. No one could catch her, and everybody laughed like they weren't in church but like they were in the pub. Gawd, I love my mom and her laughter and her pranks and jokes and the craic she could bring with a vengence. It was an art this craic, fluent and bold and filled with sandwiches and cigarette smoke. My mom's mate from back in the day was finally able to get her attention through the chaos and hilarious din in the 18th century church that day. She called "NOREEN" like an incantation, and my mom, the dog, was led through those enormous double doors into the vestibule, out into the day, and on to Heaven.

Amen.

Let Me Explain

Do you hate facebook? Or are you on facebook, but have certain friends who wouldn't touch facebook with a ten foot pole? Where are those people? Speen's Crib, that's where! (or someplace like it-- I mean, obviously not yet, but they will be!) Twitter is OK, but you're limited to like five words, so people end up using links, which I find annoying. I want something simple. No links, no videos, just text, pictures, and comments. Also, this isn't something you do on your phone, necessarily (though you can, like everything else) and you don't have to be connected to a GPS, provide a credit card, or be bludgeoned with ads.

I think of it as a party. When you have like 800 facebook friends, like I do (potentially) you have to think, would I want to go to a party with all these people? It's too much, and more often than not it's a party with the people you DON'T want to be at a party with. So Speen's Crib is a party on a smaller scale. I realize there still may be people you don't want to hang out with, that's why we are enforcing a strict one post per day limit. All you have to do is scroll down a little ways. If you don't like the people in the parlor, go hang out in the kitchen for awhile.

Obviously we are using a "blog" format, a google blogger one, specifically, and the downside of that is that you need a google account. You don't necessarily need a gmail mail address-- you can register with any email address, but you can also open a gmail account JUST FOR THIS, and not have it connected to anything else you do. Of course, everything you say and do here may very well be recorded and catalogued by "Big Brother," but seeing how there are SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, and you're going to be here (on Earth) for a VERY SHORT TIME-- is that worth worrying about? Maybe it is. I would prefer to have Speen's Crib to be own website, but even then there is no privacy. But I may do that eventually... as soon as I complete the webdesign classes I'm taking at Kokomo Community College... don't hold your breath.

In the meantime, this stuff is still free, so why dream about the future when you can do it now! And I promise that when Speen's Crib gets to be REALLY BIG, I won't sell out. I should write a declaration of principles, actually, but you know what Charles Foster Kane said about that. Anyway, that's not likely, considering the HIGH QUALITY of people we hope to have here.

Oh, one other thing... My IDEA, in using this blog format, is that with something like facebook, say, you just say, "I had a crappy day at work!" or "I hate the city I live in"-- but here, that statement is essentially the title of your post. Then you must elaborate. In elaborating, through the act of writing, something happens in your brain-- it might be called THINKING. Suddenly you find yourself at a different place than where you came in. Maybe you DON'T hate the city you live in after all, but have much more complex feelings about it.

Oh, one more thing... with this "blogger" format, we are limited to 100 contributors. That's a lot, of course, but it's still a limit. This is a good thing-- it keeps the party under control. If we ever do reach the limit, inactive members might be kicked off if they go for a long time without participating. I know that sounds harsh, but you can always come back if you really want to. I'm sure it won't be a problem, anyway, anytime in the near future. I'm sure there will be plenty of other problems more worthy of our hair pulling and exasperation-- there always are.

Less is MORE

Hey Ray! This is already way better than facebook! No losers from highschool. No ex-wives. No Farmville. No one promoting anything. It's all downhill from here!

Welcome, Friend, to Speen's Crib!

YOU are in invited to join the WWW's newest way to waste time, Speen's Crib!
Why is it different?
Because YOU'RE different.

There are a lot of RULES, but we'll get to those later.

No ads! Since ADSENSE cut me off!

Hopefully nothing popping up, but that's what they hope in every scifi/horror movie, and things still pop up, but you know, we're doing our best.

Join now by sending a request to join to rayspeen@yahoo.com after which in hopefully a time less than a few weeks an email invitation will be sent back to you.

You will have to create a google account to join, and your information will be recorded and cataloged, you will give up any sense of privacy, and who knows what else. So don't do or say anything you can go to prison for, generally try to fly under the radar, and hope for the best.