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Thursday, October 09, 2003

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Update that Blogroll!

If you’re reading this, you haven’t updated your Blogroll. That’s cool and all, I can understand why you wouldn’t want to have to go through the trouble of clicking the “Blogroll Me” link. Of course, then you’d have to edit your Blogroll. Click the edit link thing. Hell, while your there, you might just decide to delete a few Blogs you don’t read anymore. Then in your haste, you can decide that the Dax Files just isn’t worthy of your Blogroll. Then the whole exercise becomes a giant waste of time.

Here’s why you should update your link:

1. New hosting means faster page loads…. Who wouldn’t want that?
2. A new page design will probably be coming soon…. Not another cat theme!
3. Now that I’m actually paying money to Blog…. My posts have to be great!

The party’s at the new Host. See you there. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 10:19:35 AM

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Here’s the Deal

The Dax Files now has a new web host. With having to work and all the alcohol I’ve been drinking, I haven’t been able to figure out what I’m doing…yet. I have a couple of days off coming up. I’ll get it all sorted out. Until then, posting will be as sporadic as usual. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 12:57:00 PM

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Rosebud

Fuck Orson Wells and all that Citizen Kane crap, Rosebud is perhaps the oldest living dairy cow living in Georgia. My father milked Rosebud, I milked Rosebud, and now my son is going to milk Rosebud. I think all Georgia school children take the Dairy field trip. If they don’t, they should. Milking Rosebud is a right of passage. I might go along on this field trip just to milk Rosebud again. How often does a kid get a chance to see a cow, much less milk one, and the oldest one at that. Just give me an icy cold glass of that vitamin D whole milk. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 11:44:23 AM

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Cha Cha Changes

Y’all are killing me. You have killed my bandwidth. Just Damn! I didn’t mean to get so popular all of a sudden. Just so you know, it’s time to update your Blogrolls. The Dax Files is located at www.Daxmontana.net. So if you link to me using Bellsouth’s free hosting at Http://www.bellsouthpwp.net/j/d/jdaber, it’s time for an update.

I’ve had my own domain for many years. That’s why you don’t read me going off on Blogger. Blogger doesn’t host my site. I don’t want to rip Bellsouth either. They really have been great over the years. I’ve just outgrown them. I never really thought that would happen.

My wife and I discussed this topic quite thoroughly, she has allowed me to steal enough of the kid’s lunch money to actually pay for Blogging. I never thought I’d actually have to pay for this. I think I’m going to go with ICDSoft. Geoffery at Dog Snot Diaries recommended them. He really should get a commission.

Anyway, change those links people. www. Daxmontana.net. By the way, Just Damn! Is taken but not used. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 11:43:33 AM

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The Lady, or the Tiger

Remember This story? The king forced the accused to choose one of two doors. One of the doors held a bloodthirsty Tiger (insert Siegfried and Roy joke here); the other held a fair maiden. If you can’t remember the story, go read it then come back here.

Anyway, in the spirit of the Lady, or the Tiger, Here is a little test for Acidman.

Ok, Gut dude. Choose a link. Which will turn up, a Lady? Or a Tiger?

Link

Or

Link



Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 7:12:58 AM

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Miss Ida

There’s been a little talk around the Blogosphere about the “nigger maids” here and here. I must say, “yep” cause I know of which they speak. My grandmother had a “nigger maid” for years. I never thought anything about her until my grandmother took ill and came to live with us. Miss Ida came too.

Miss Ida split her time between my grandmother and the Adams’ household. I never met the Adams, however they were a Jewish family Miss Ida said. Miss Ida watched us boys grow up. She was just kind of there, with grandma. I never noticed until we inherited her. She was as old as dirt and as feisty as a little rat dog. She never worked very fast. She always had a steady purposeful pace. She would clean, do the laundry, and cook dinner too. Her only requirement was her own stash of Sunkist orange soda.

Miss Ida taught me how to do laundry properly. I even knew how to fold a fitted sheet. She also taught me a few Southern recipes like Chicken and Dumplings…from scratch of course. If I had rearranged my room, like teenagers do, she would have it put back before I got home. My desk was always a mess with little papers and notes everywhere. It’s still the same way today. Miss Ida would never throw anything away. She would just stack it up in a little pile and tell me to go through it. I would find the usual notes, phone numbers, and receipts. However, she also kept gum wrappers and other obvious crap just in case I needed it. One day, I left my Bag of Dope sitting out. When I got home, I was shocked to find it rolled up neatly with a pack of rolling papers, sitting on top of the pile. She never said anything to my mother or me. She was pretty fucking cool.

My brother and I always had one chore after school that Miss Ida gave us. I had to sweep the front stoop and garage. My brother had to sweep off the back deck. That was because dirt would get tracked back in. I always did my chores for Miss Ida. My brother never did his. I did his chore because I loved Miss Ida. I respected her too. She worked her ass off everyday. She didn’t mop. She did the floors on her hands and knees. Some days I find her on her hands and knees in the hallway cleaning the fucking baseboards.

After my grandmother past away, we only kept Miss Ida one day a week for a while. We couldn’t afford a maid, but we didn’t want to put her totally out of work. Eventually, the Adams picked up all her days a week. They had younger kids and needed her help more.

While my grandmother and even my Little Bro thought of Miss Ida as a “nigger maid,” I never did. I saw her as a hardworking, old lady. I treated her with respect and dignity. After I got my license to drive, I took her to the bus stop. I even made sure I got home in time to drive her, especially on rainy days. She was a part of my family and I loved her. I’m all the better for it. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 6:27:51 AM

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Full Moon Fever

My renaissance employee dropped off a little treat for his favorite manager tonight. He’s my bartender and server. When he’s not working for me, he is busy writing movie scripts and acting. He even has a part that’s “perfect” for me in one of his movies. And if all that isn’t enough, He is now my Bootlegger too.

The man brought in a pint of his best Apple Jack brandy/ wine/ rocket fuel. Good God Almighty the stuff has a kick. And I ain’t even tasted yet. That’s just from the aroma. It’s no wonder its called “sippin” whisky. If you tried to gulp it, the inside of your mouth and throat would melt. He told me he tested it out to 190 proof. I believe him too. That liquid lightnin’ caught my desk on fire when I went to light a cigarette. It kind of tastes like apples too. Just Damn!

Being a Southerner, I know where to get the good stuff. I’ve always known someone or knew someone who knew someone. That’s one area I’ve always wanted to dabble in myself. I think it would be cool to fire up my still and distill a batch of XXX cider.

My grandfather used to run the shine back in the day. I only heard about it once. He never spoke about it when my mama was around. When my grandfather passed away, he left me his .380, his cane, his bedroom suite, and his recipe. The gun got stolen from my mama’s house, The cane is in my gun rack, my daughter sleeps in his bed, and I have always want to make some of his home brew.

I wealthiest man in Lawrenceville, Ga. Has his hands in many businesses. However, Jimmy got his start in the auto parts business. He was sitting at my bar telling the boys about a few of his early customers coming in for copper tubing. He put two and two together and raised the price of copper tubing. They kept buying it and he kept making his money. Jimmy brought in some of the Moon for me to try. It was good but not as good as my guy’s Apple Jack.

I like drinkin’ tax-free liquor. It makes me feel good being bad. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 5:06:48 AM