Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Fighting with Google is like putting lipstick on a pig , eventually you discover the pig likes it

Ah for the love of my lithium and ability to keep a cool head. So as I was relating elsewhere, been getting a good bunch of calls for our tow service from Evanston, Wyoming. Not that I would not take the call, but geographically responding to a tow call for Evanston Wyoming from Wendell Idaho is 700 miles round trip, two tanks of diesel, at least, road and state permits, and if I'm lucky get there in 4 hours. What if the road is blocked or there are injuries? So I went to www.googlemybusiness.com to edit our information. Yep got suspended until further review. The hold back is putting up signage. Really? This means I have to out , find some wood and ink up a sign, plaster that on the tiny shop out back, take a picture and send it to some Indian lady at Google, who had no idea what a tow truck is. 
See how this could be a problem? Some crook, goes to Google My Business, scribbles a bunch of crap on the listing, even takes a photo of a sign mounted to a empty building, claim its his(or-her) business, rip off a bunch of people, and well can you see where this create or mislead people. It ought to be as simple as a verfication of your EIN number and phone number, and that be it.
As far as the former, both shops and the office that we ran at the house, never had signs on the damn building. The only reason we ran the office from the house, is that both Allwest and CenturyLink are too damn stupid and not motivated to run access as far as Internet and phone to either shop. Yet none has ever had a gall darn neon light on the place. 
I was really loosing it. I mean good hell Google get out and look around, get acquainted with the beautification laws of this nation, most towns don't dig signage in residential/industrial areas. Just because my business is ran from my home don't mean the business ain't a business. Good golly Miss Molly Google get these help desk people out of the office, better yet have them visit the rural parts of the USA. 
At least now however , GEICO won't be calling me to go fetch a car in Evanston Wyoming from Wendell Idaho.
Thank Goodness for Goody's Headache Powders, Jack Daniels, and Skoal, all three are needed when dealing with Google, Facebook or any of those outfits. You desire to go kick their ass is in your heart, but your brain says they wouldn't let you in any how. At least RodeWolf Toewing which is also us is listed, but nothing has the eye candy nor the punch that Highway Hooker Toewing does. 
It's like putting socks on a rooster.
hang tight this ain't over.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Oh where oh where did Verna K Mason go and its not the Old Wendell.

One of the things I have stunningly learned over the years is that no matter where you grew up, in time those people you knew or went to school with are no longer there or are no longer the person you knew then. Of course the demography changes too. For even one person to completely remember me outside of the Knytes and/or the WolfPack, would have to have lived here 45 years ago, and stayed put, and when it comes to the women I went to school with stayed unmarried and had at least a Facebook account. Of course the older folks here that I knew then have gotten even older.
The other day redoing insurance for my rigs, went into Bunn Insurance here. Good and I mean, mean Dale Bunn who years ago was a strapping no bull Deputy Sheriff here was an old man that looked so shrivelled and all that I hardly recognized him. He distantly remembered me and reminded me to drive slow. Might have been a few of those Late night high speed jaunts through the countryside around here that had him say that. Course  visiting with Dale's grandson and all got tuned into who was and who wasn't here then and who most likely wouldn't want a soon to be visit.
One of those who I was curious about, just to know what happened to her was Vernna K Mason. When I met Vernna she was a Senior at Wendell High, and very fashion knowledgeable. She wore the absolute shortest dress's and heels(yes nylons too) but while her legs at the time I would have loved to have wrapped around my neck, it was her body. She had measurements that were confirmed by our shop class there at Wendell 2 months before graduation. Understand she was a Senior, but measured 38-24-36 I kid you not. Skip Mcfarland one of the founding members of the Knytes, myself, Tracy West(another founding member, ) and Curt Eaton, coerced Vernna to visit our ag shop. Skip quickly drew out a tape measure, and measured her. She confirmed and in the year book of 1976 it is posted there. Denise Weaver, Sheryll Williamson(Willey) Darlene Wert and others have sinced moved away or gotten married and are staying hidden. Oh yes there are somethings that have lived through the years. Simerley's Market is here, although greatly expanded. The Filling Station(Wendell Snack Bar) that was a gas station, I can remember fixing cars in there. John's Tire and a few other points of commerce are still here and I can say I'm much more relaxed than I have been in many years. I hardly need my Lithium meds, my breathing is easier, all I smell now is dairy manure and for an old dairy farmer like me, that smell is better than any perfume. There are real to goodness stop lights here now where one lonely flashing light was in front or at the intersection of where the Maverick is now, back then, it was the Wendell Department store. I remember when that burned down, yes LexiBelle was there too. The Wendell Department Store used to sell magazines, and its where I bought my first issue of Playboy Magazine, of course depending on who was at the check out register, where I could buy original Skoal, and what was Happy Days Mint. Even at 15 I purchased my fave flave of chew. The B&B Grill is now a Mexican Cafe, but back then it was both a grill and bar. Which depending on who was working, a high school student could by lunch and a brew or two at noon. Made school easier to go to. 
Of course the Mathers Twins are gone, Patricia Mathers was our ah English teacher, mom was hot, but Jackie and Carla serviced just about every high school student and a few so called Junior High. It was different then and nearly the same, but some attitudes and personalities have changed. The 8x10 menella paper posts of the Knytes needing babes for ads are not looked at, now the fuzz looks at that more, and the community does not look at such with the same sense of innocense as they did then. 
That all said I live in a nice, not super luxury , but nice FULL all 3 bedrooms house, in a nice neighborhood with friendly neighbors, and I'm content.
Few know what is in the rear here of the Knytes Rode House.
More on that next entry.
In closing, really does anyone here know what happened to Vernna K Mason?

Monday, July 17, 2017

Did I get a stiffy?

When I'm in the realm of auditioning new lady eye candy for the promotion of my company or that of the club I rely on Mother Nature. Most times the condition can be enhanced through coaching , and some just through simple skills. 
Being from southern parts of this nation, I remember the times going coon hunting. You realize after a time, that there are those hunting dogs, that can be an aid or a pain. There are hunting dogs that just have the breeding and aptitude that are there naturally, then there are those that need to be taught. Most of the time I'd rather have the dogs that get the idea automatically and does it rather than teach all the time. In the world of photographic enhancement done by models or actress's there are those that get it naturally and the ones that need teaching. Of those there are the ones that do their research of us as an organization and me through the company. Those that can come into the office, knows how to tease and flirt, and gets me a wet spot, naturally are the ones I'd rather hire than the ones that need teaching. 
Several years ago, on a talent search for Hazzard County Choppers. I spent money and time going to Talent Management Group in Murray Utah. Of the many hopefuls, only two wore nylons and adoringly sweet skirts, that you could just smell, and taste the sweat from their toes and feet that you just knew would transfer to video, and give any male a stiffy. Then there were the ones who did not do as requested by me prior to the open call audition, that I ignored them and attempted to gain more time to talk details to the ones who listened. Then of course there were three others. Cynthia Newell from Nampa Idaho, Robin Whittaker from Minidoka Idaho, and of course, sweet Nurse GoodBody. When I requested they show up in nylons and be ready to have their toes kissed etc, they did, and got hired and got paid well. Others not so much.
Crimson is one who has sat on the fence. Although she has worn hose a few times has yet to thrust her feet and thus toes for a sample , hopefully Seester will do the real thing here shortly and show up in nylons and show off her toes in hose ready to be worshiped . The courtship is pretty much over, and the circling is done, its time to get to work, at least in my opinion. The talent that can follow directions and do it naturally without hesitation is the talent you want. After all if that talent in the office can't give you a wet spot or stiffy in person, then how is she going to give a person on the other side of a tiny screen, or through a magazine a stiffy? I as a producer, should not have to beg or plead here. Either they are ready to perform, a scene as a rehearsed thing or their not. If a talent at least for what we're looking for can't have their toes in nylons kissed at the drop of a hat, what else are they not going to do at a shoot? When they can't or wont do something that a producer/director requests in his mind he has a vision of what the shot or video block is to look like. What a producer/ Director does not want to hear is I don't want to do that, that's when it becomes problematic, and soon that's the talent you don't and won't hire in the future. No matter how bad she thinks her feet smell, the producer knows that already. In this business within reason, never says no. You just do it.
If I don't get a stiffy in the office on a first meet  or two, then how can the viewer get one and give attention to the message of the ad, which is why you hire a female model for.
Much to do, going to go get some sleep.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Motorcycle Club plans on bringing a AM/FM Radio Station and TV station to Wendell Idaho

The Knytes(Knights) of Dixie a law abiding motorcycle and classic truck club is planning on bringing a radio station and television station to Wendell Idaho. Three locations are being reviewed as possible sites for the enterprise, that when completed with employ 40 people both on air, technical, and creative career jobs. 
The Knytes-of-Dixie MC was born in nearby Hagerman Idaho in 1982 and has charters nationwide as well as the UK, Australia and Canada. With a total membership of 300,000 members. The organization has pledged to invest, $70, million dollars into the project, and will start interviewing new hires at its temporary club house located at 247 3rd West, which houses the organizations online radio station that can be heard at www.spreaker.com/ayrewolf . 

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Funny how these things happen but it proves my point

Its funny in a way, tragic in another. For near 3 years now searching for visual female talent for the Knytes from all over Utah and western Wyoming hardly if anyone would even interview let alone show up at a shoot. Yet I put up an unpaid ad on fb and shazzam one shows that is super hot and ya'll couldn't tell she just had a young'n. Yet beyond the physical beauty, her attitude and all , hey the Rode House will soon see a beavy of beauties as they compete for the coveted parts of Cooter's Angels for the Iron Knytes Association Calendar as well as our TV ads and all. When I mentioned there would be a bit of toew smooching for our We LuV Toews bit, Myl did not flinch.
 This is a very simple straight post, for an ad, but sadly mis understood. This 
 with some editing turns into this:
 and has in its own right became a trade mark. Yet many including my Shelly 
 gets to thinking that its a prelim to some sort of sexual thing, or at least some sort of fetish.
So with that the interview complete and it feeling gooood, I think, we have our talent. In reflection, if I can find talent in small Wendell Idaho, but couldn't in both metro Utah as well as Etown Wyoming, is a serious slap in the face at both metro Utah as well as Evanston Wyoming. 
Speaking of Shelly, whilest Myl, and I were seated comfortably on the mini couch looking at her photos , Shelly calls, about more of her family problems. More on the line of our big fuss in late March, on her family holding back her money. I told her so, I know how people behave. In this case its greed. As long as my Shelly is there to ride herd the money flows. The minute she's gone, Mother and brother swindles Shelly's money then makes up excuses as to where it went.
All I can say is she needs to fix that before she moves out here, as its going to take both Shelly and my money to make the gig here now float. 
Its hot as Hades here today, so just waiting for the heat to die down a bit before I go out and finish unloading my truck. Then its off to Franks for my brew and Lynchburg Lemonade.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Just about done with the fun of moving

Just about done with the fun of moving. Slid in last night at just a tad under 01:15 after waiting until 17:00 for Vern to get done building fence for his daughter over in Bliss. 
Truck ran okay getting up here except lost my lighted sun visor after getting in the air wash of a car hauler just outside of Raft River, Idaho. So started backing in this back parking lot that has deep gravel got stuck, and the battery quit. With all that threw on the battery charger, came in snagged a bath, scarfed down some turn overs, Thank you to Jamie for that. Gulped down the last bit of milk and my butt and the rest of me was in bed.
Had every intention of going to a 4th of July thing being thrown by the Knytes and the Son's but was stuck just trying to get up here. Of course Shelly took going to A party as stepping out. Don't know why, what's stepping out got to do with a bunch of my Rode Bro's and WolfPack sitting in shop drinking brew? The only women were Jamie, Val, and Laudry fixing food, plus all of those are hitched.
The only reason I never snagged my phone is the battery on the phone had 2 bars on it and the way LiL Wolf was running figured I'd need my phone in case it puked and two, when I'm driving, I don't answer my phone for no one. Except Heavenly Father and/or Jesus himself. Outside of that if your calling me and I don't answer the phone, I'm driving or on the throne. Ya'll just got to wait until I get to a spot in the road that I can respond to you.
Now just waiting for the heat to die down to render repairs on LiL Wolf.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Excuse me, I'm not of the LGBT Community, not gay, but I am a genuine Confederate American Male, I like hot women

Excuse me, but  I am not of the queer, LGBT or other homo, community. What I am is a high octane two
legged canine, Confederate American Male that really loves women, of all hot styles and passions. If anyone wants to get my attention that is totally undivided, put a hot looking sugar babe in front of me in a mini skirt in nylons and decent heels or boots and I'll discuss anything and do just about anything ya'll want me too. I was born with a set of balls that dropped out from under my pelvic region at a very early age, problem was I had no idea what to do with it. My first crush was a gal who just so happens to be Senator Orin Hatch's R-Utah, niece Jolene Hatch. Met her at age 4 at Candy Campus pre-school in Layton Utah. Followed by Vicki Sickerea who lived across the street from us on Spurlock, Drive there in Layton, who just had to smother me in lipstick masked kissing. By age 6 I got the Peggy attachment that escalated to 8th Grade. Interscoped by Leanne Egbert aka Miss Egbert of Central Davis Junior High who wore super mini skirts, streamlined nylon hose and at minimum 6 inch heels. But I have always loved women , this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm someone that should be feared since I restrain myself, but I love the smell, taste, and all that being around women of some cosmetic and photographic quality looks affords. 
To give you a somewhat definition think of my carnal hunger, of feminitiles, as that of going to a LDS Church dinner. Food is okay, but 80% of the time the food has little spice and pizzaz. On the flip side, I like a bit of kyane pepper in the chili, get my drift here. The old song of the band Confederate Railroad, that says he likes his women a bit on the trashy side. So do I. Which is one of the many reasons, I really got into one of the young lady missionaries that visited our LDS Ward here, not only did her hair have some style, but she wore albeit by church standards but she wore perfume, and makeup. In short spicy. 
On things Church. My Bishop here, on the agreement of helping me pay for the Power Bill here in Etown. Guess what? The agreement was that I would do some service for somebody in or for the Ward. So been scratching my cranium for what task I might perform for our Ward. Thing is I have no idea, since I have no idea what the Ward or someone would want me to do for them. Give me some perimeters. Most of the Ward would not want me in or around their homes, so that's out. See I'm seen as a carnivor of the Ward. So then comes must be that my task must be that of the meeting house. Something needs fixed I'll do it. The bottom line the pledge from the Ward was enough to keep my candles lit until I got out of here, by the time they pull the plug I'll be in Hazzard Idaho, and next month or so pay off RMPower if for any time for what unknown reason I'd ever want to return there. Which I have no plans on, no how no way. See I'm doing something right now that very few people ever get to do, go home, and relive much of my teen and mid 20 year something life. As such it'll be a cold day in Heaven and hell, if I ever move again. In a few years my plans are on buying the tiny house I'll be living and YES , REAL LIVING, in. Not just residing in watching the world and my dreams evaporate like coffee on a metal fender. 
Any mile gotta go, long haul today.

Earache bite and every business Should operate like us in towing

So on the way back to hell which is Evanston Wyoming, I'm hauling good down old 30 just outside of Snowville Utah. When this bug about the size of a hornet on steroids decides he wants to commit suicide on my left ear, yep flew right into my ear at 70 mph and took off a small piece of my left ear.
So I limped back into Etown with a rag attatched to the side of my head, and got home here, just as Jenna was leaving the clinic. Got her to patch it up as best as she could, gave me some antihistemeins(however its spelled) which knocked me out, until just a few ago. 
Really didn't want to go up there yesterday, waiting on Shelly and her delivering, but figured I'd have my own money in by 00:30 this Friday morning took the chance and went. Took a look and its still not updated so need to cruise into the infernal bank here have a serious discussion, and find out what's up, which means two runs Saturday, one solo, and one back up with Vern Cole, Saturday morning. Then if Sweet Shelly keeps her word, go up early Sunday, there isn't that much left. Radio gear, dishes, one couch, one bed, and some small furniture. If all goes to the plan, Monday morning I'm up with the chickens, go over to Simerly's pay an old power bill from 2013 to Idaho, Power, by mid morning Monday then Cable comes, and by Monday eve, should be back here on time to roll over the 4th which for any Confederate we are far from true independence. In fact 80% of all American's are dependent on some Yankee Government agency, or some Yankee state agency for our bread and butter. I propose that there ought to be some sort, of declaration of Independence be signed between Yankee America and Confederate America. Leaving OUR heritage and liberty alone. 
In towing, there is the thing that we are a needed evil of all who drive, any kind of vehicle. Now granted few people want to think of who or what tow company to call that day, nor the issues and concerns of us in this industry. However that when there's a need any time day or night , no matter the weather we are to be called on and 90% of us respond at a moments notice. Now then shouldn't there be that REAL human on the other end of a damn phone line? Be it a bank, Government agency outside of Police and fire, and even Power Cable or other utilities. Sure there are the Emergency lines to Power companies, Natural gas companies and so on, but if there's 24 hour banking If however there's no HUMAN on the other end of that help line, they should not label themselves as truly 24 hours or available 24 hours. The old adage of Bankers Hours applies here. I have always mistrusted anything Yankee controlled including Yankee owned financial institutions, including Yankee Banks. The only and I mean ONLY reason I have a bank account is so that the damn Yankee Government can deposit my Government payments such as SSI, and of course my military pension. If it was not for that I'd never have a bank account. Oh sure there are those nice sweet bank cards, and those that are set up as collateral bank cards that means you can take out only that what is put in. But independent of any bank. Since that is what it is I need to spend a full damn day on the frigging phone and go down to this idiotic bank of Etown Wyoming, and have a rather heated conversation. My am I going to enjoy living back in rural Idaho, put all my money into a trusted bank there that is staffed and owned by the people that live there.
Just hope that I can get what's coming from Shelly Friday.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

But why can't Pinterest and others get it right?


Just about every day I will scan in my email inbox, some Picked For Me , photos from Pinterest. There is only one big problem there, outside of maybe and this is a huge maybe, that the things they suggest are far two and away from what my interests are or that of this publications readers and viewers.
The question I have is, is it just plain trolling of an automated piece of computer junk, that is choosing these suggested photos? Or is it some uninformed rookie in the updating department of Pinterest? Which ever it is I am finding a very strong parallel for much of online social sites and the foundation of what is at its core, web2.0 which enables this blog amongst other things, such as Facebook, and other sites like WordPress. That also has some very serious issues and from which I only use in that rare occasion that something Blogger don't work.  The Parallel that I find is 80% of them are nestled in the San Francisco California area. What was the nest of the hippy movement and the free expression and do it all anyway you want in what termed free love, that escalated to the AIDS and GAY movement in the early 1970's , of course it was also this all too much open minded attitude, that created much of our computer tech, and of course online social sites. While it's true Zuckerburg created Facebook in a Harvard dorm room, when he made his way west, and joined forces with the cat that created Napster, that ultimately became the Facebook that we use much more than usual, but use it we do. Of course what crumbs fell off the Duster, and became the fallout of both Google(Alphabet Companies) including YouTube that in its infancy was a totally separate company. Pinterest, and others including LinkedIn , and others followed , the trouble is once these firms got bigger the less they cared about you the endpoint consumer and more of pocketing their own wallets. With that said the trollers and information gleaners are all over the web crawls looking for both clients and victims. These trollers are what ignites the information files, of those that call you up on a late Sunday afternoon, or if your open for business wanting to fund your business. On that, any firm wanting to fund your business should be avoided as much as kissing someone with Herpies. What they do is fund you a truck load of money in exchange for your credit card payments, its similar to firms like J.G. Wentworth, that gives you a lump sum against a long term payout of money that comes from lawsuits. 
That said; I'll repeat my initial question; why is it that Pinterest and others can't get it right. I partly know why, that would require the need to hire people, and Heaven forbid they might need to hire ethnic employees. I say to Pinterest, have an idea, go ahead hire the ethnic employees, after all Burger King, and McDonald's does.


Did something happen to facebook? Why isn't my contacts or posts showing on my pages?

Have you been in such a state of absolute frustration at some tech snafu that you'd love to fly, or drive to queer bay California, walk into both Google and Facebooks HQ reach in and grab who ever it is that messed up your pages or such's settings by the throat and strangle them? Example, my contact list that usually appears to the far left of my main facebook cover page isn't showing. As such I can't see whose online or who ain't. So you go into settings but there's no listing for your problem. So you go to the HELP tab, ask a question, but guess what, they haven't a clue what your talking about. But hey it gets better, you post things in your groups, and pages, but you can't see them on YOUR newsfeed. Wuz up with that? 
At times like this it really would be good to be able to place a frigging phone call to some tech guru at either company, Either Google or Facebook, and get some sort of serious action. 
I have said it before and I'll say it again, the web might be kuel, but it can't ever replace that human connection of the brick and mortar business on main street. If you get good results and a good experience you can thank them, of course if something goes ary you can discuss the situation. It does not matter how dang much money you spend with these people these social tech giants, still can't see the forest for the trees. 
The other day, I read about the President and CEO of Facebook, stopped at the Iowa 80 Truckstop. Wish I could have been there. After smacking him around a bit, I'd make some serious suggestions, like staffing a help desk center for the clients of Facebook, so when something goes sour there's a fix somewhere. 
Any mile have a big day today, am putting off my trip to Wendell until early Wednesday, and doing some fixing on the General.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Skin lotion good for body, not good in mouth and still fighting with Google.

Earlier this overnight I nearly had a point of considering reversing going home to Hazzard, Idaho. Thing was earlier Sunday for at least 3 and a half hours, Shelly and I were feuding like ya'll can't believe. The center of this is many past experiences surfacing to the point that I'm being compared to male corpuscles she has had before. As such I'm a darling stud one minute and a traveling gigilo the next. Thing is and its the honest to God truth, the last real get down pig sex that I have had, happened in 2002 in Layton Utah at a old house that the WolfPack rented to create then AyreWolfFM. That happened when on some damn chat room I got drawn into this Cerebal Paulsey chick, who I dared to come out there to see me. To my surprise one morning I was in the tub, and there was a knock at the door. I was standing there , near buck naked in a bath towel, having to fish out I think $30.00 for her cab fare. Now to be fair, she wasn't the hottest gal on the looks department, but didn't refuse to wear nylons, and when it came to oral fun, I mean she'd Hoover everything to where you got emptied extremely well. And she was not in the least bit with holding at any time. Her problem was as Shelly is, anamoured by the Computer, I can't remember the site, but she went by the screen name, Wingsofadove. And she was online nearly 12 out of every day. The only time she stopped was to eat, sleep, have sex with me and to pee. Past that it was online she went. Shelly is nearly as bad, she just can't go a few hours without being on facebook. Not that facebook is all that bad, I am on there in most of the time to read things on groups for those of us who toew and those who turn a wrench. Granted I do have a few groups I'm into that features mostly women in nylons and a few biker groups, but over all its rides and rebels, not much else. Shelly has to devour every damn group, create some, and then if its some honey I'm into for being a cover model for my company or the WolfPack, She's all over that. Okay then.
With that being that I got a headache that would not quit. Thank Heavenly Father for enabling the medic who created Goody's Headache Powders, that and a few barley pops, and the headache went away. Which returned when one of the WolfPack toggled me and informed me that one of our listings on Google My Business was suspended. Really Google? So I went and looked. Sure as hell, something about until I submit a new confirmation number on a 3X5 card they mail you, that remains. Hmm, so there was a call me back lets get me back on the listing. So I called. Got some gal that was fumbling with English, who spoke so softly I had to turn up my earpiece on my phone. So after I scrounged up a photo of the shop and LexiBelle 
all seemed okaay just haven't heard back from the lady and/or Google. So we are currently at a stalemate. Was doing a online chess game modeled after Chess Titans, while trying to again chat with Shelly on the phone, which is about anymore getting to be a real pain. Look, friends I love my Alpha SheWolf very much. The fact that we are very apart atoms is quite noticeable , but that is the grind. She is not into serious exotic sex, trucks, rods,bikes or broadcasting. She's not into me doing casting for the WolfPack's jambs and such, but she some odd in her mind in love with me, so it ain't so bad. Its the damn fighting. Just once, if she called and wasn't accusing me of being a womanizer, I would fall over bassackwards. Last but not least here. Under my sink, there has been this tube of skin lotion conditioner stuff, that Andrea brought over once. Somehow the heat from the dishwasher made the damn stuff explode. Which meant that goo, seeped all over the floor. Which I cleaned up however in doing so, now all I can smell is that gooey stuff, and it tastes like I ate liquid chalk, yuck. Bringing this in for the landing, have you ever been so peed off at one of these so called social websites like Facebook, that if its creator was in front of you, you'd strangle the guy? I have had this thought many times of creating both a extreme search engine coupled to a similar thing as facebook, without the extreme, limitations and all that Facebook has. So been thinking of downloading everything we as both the Knytes/WolfPack, on facebook, my blog posts, videos, everything and just pulling the plug on ye ole Fakebook. So been considering once I do that, set up a business fakebook account. for the Knytes/WolfPack, and not me. Just the Knytes/WolfPack, and leave me out of it. But also creating a new social site for just us two wheeled winged warriors and do it without all the limitations and restrictions. Add what fakebook doesn't like a full on chat room, free email and blogging options. That's how my world turns, see ya'll on the cyber radio at www.spreaker.com/ayrewolf and on Livestream.com/talkingtoew at 17:00.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

And the boobs and butts keep you coming back for more

On any day, one can scan a look at a facebook newsfeed most of the time the one YOU keep up to date of those hobbies and vocations that appeal to you. If the subject matter has anything to do with performance automotive, trucks, cars, bikes or vintage warbird aircraft, you'll see after the, Where are you from, and such you will find somebody posting a photo or two of some hot looking lady in rather body favoring and not covering much of anything, just to keep you returning to see what just might give you a peep, at those lucious legs. Problem it isn't even legs, its mostly boobs and butts. So why do they do this? Simple; despite the condition of the LGTC people, if your a guy, a healthy looking display of a foxy honey gets and usually retains your attention. So if you also want to get past the obvious, lets look at the national situation. Fox News Channel's Foxes and Friends and the anchors are not there because of their expertise on news, and information, they are there to be eye candy so YOU'LL watch the channel. While an example of someone that was hired because of her beauty which is Glenn Beck and the channel on TV called BlazeTV, Tomi was hired mainly because she's one helluva great looking blonde bombshell. What impressed me of Tomi was that she really knew what she was talking about and got the message across to viewers. The only reason she was canned is she voiced on the View that she was not in favor of the U.S. Government to be invading our privacy especially in matters of reproduction. She DID not say she was in favor or disfavor of abortion. But all too many did not look before they leaped and Tomi is still in demand and welcome here at ConfederateSteele Media. 
But its eye candy, and you need and those in TV demand those they hire especially women to be hot honeys. Locally at least the Metro Utah market. FoX 13 News has several they have added on, one completely a tourist anchor on the weathercast during their newscast at 9:00PM. That is Fox 13, over at nearby and always duplicating and vice versa, KSL-5 News, has hired over the last 5 years or so, several sweet bodies both as reporters, as well as two anchors on their newscast. Do they really know news? Probably not, but my are they easy on the eyes. About the only one that was hired in the last 5 years, that does know her craft, as well as looking hotter than a yellow Corvette on a Saturday night, is Nicole Vowell. She delivers and does it with flair. Likewise one that I know very well, is Jodi Saeland. I met her back in 1997 at FoX 13, she was prepping for her weathercast, and a sales person was giving me the dollar tour. When I had the few spare minutes of her and my time that day we talked for quite a few minutes and yes, her toes in hose are very cute. More than just great looking, Jodi knows weather and I trust her weathercasts more than anyone else's problem is she's a fill in, and in my opinion, she ought to be given at least one news slots. I'm getting off topic, sorry; the fact is: its all based on eye candy. FNC bases their hires on just how short their skirts are. Despite two nationally known male news program anchors and several Fox executives getting in conduct law suits, still; the fact is, if your going to flaunt it if you don't want someone to want it. From Facebook, pages and groups to TV news, when lacking content depend on someone posting a super fox on the page. Like I said it is simply Boobs and Butts keep you coming back for more.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Fraud alert for all in our towing industry and forget my nap for a few

So there I am working on deets for Toew Jamb 2018 and get a text for a gig towing and storing high end cars for some outfit out of Texas. Thought my situation might change for the good real fast and so I sniffed a bit further. So called a few of our Toew Bro's Association members and many of them got this text as well. The phone number to watch for is: 325-400-4549 don't bother calling as its a text only number. Called Tow Times Magazine as well as our local Sheriffs office here in Uinta County. Found that this is indeed a fraud. I'm glad I didn't bite, since this could have been a real mellofahess if I had done so. So if you get it, forget it its a scam so don't make a deal there.
So with that, it killed my thoughts of a nap. 
Started looking for a new location for Hazzard County Choppers and all here, so it looks like the move groove is still on for back to Hazzard Idaho, just no places here to plant the seed. With that in mind starting Saturday we'll be off the air at least cyber air for about a month or so, until we get cable and what not installed and such. But we'll be on air full time come July 21st 2017.
Until we toew together this evening on Talking Toews 

And why not show your face on Facebook or other social sites?

Now this entry to my blog publication might be placed in the category of , You might have to have a vagina to understand. Or perhaps the difference between the introverted and the extroverted , be that as it may. I recently gained the follower on our radio show and on my fb friends listing of a gal, from Louisiana. When I asked why she doesn't post a photo of herself on her fb ID, she just said that she doesn't put her photo, on social media networks. Now to me I'm not spooked of some mad person no matter the gender coming to my door, and growling at me, or my safety. Yet it seems that too many just use a moniker , on these social pages and just place an object or go by a moniker that is not really them. Now my Mom used to tell me if I asked , " Does this shirt look dirty?" She would reply, "If you think its dirty, then it's dirty, take it off and get another one." She also used to say that if your trying to hide from something by not showing your face, or do whatever it is your doing in the dark , do you feel uneasy doing it, that you'd rather not be seen doing it, if so, your fixing to mess up. The Knytes/WolfPack have taken that to heart. We are as transparent as can be, and never hide or do things that are not for prime time viewing. Its called honor and integrity, bottom line we don't hide, and I WILL put my photo up on facebook, and several places even my phone number , why hide?
Okay then another piece of honor preservation.
Even my Bishop, called into question my military Marine service. Well friends here's my patch and MY WINGS, being proud to be both a Marine and a member of the finest combat air squadron ever to fly, The VMA214 BlackSheep.
Any more questions?
See you on the radio, its time for my nap.