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|Monday, January 17th, 2005|
|It is time....
In order to prevent my head from exploding from the simple minded, hate filled, nonsense I hear on a daily basis, I have decided to resurrect this thing. Plan accordingly.
|Friday, June 6th, 2003|
|Just a Thought
I find it interesting that many of the people calling for the head of Eric Robert Randolph are the same people calling for leniency in the case of the former SLA terrorists. As if one form of extremist violence is acceptable and another is not. Why is it when a leftist kills a cop in the 70's and proceeds to lead a fairly uneventful life they are treated with understanding yet when a right wing nut does something they are treated as the symptom of a sick society? Interesting.
P.S. They should both be executed.
|Sunday, June 1st, 2003|
|A Chapter Ends
Five more days of teaching (max) and I'll be done withit. IT's nice to close that chapter in my life ecure in the knowledge that it is not what I want to do and I'm not going to end up doing that. Other than that, it's been pack, pack, pack and hang with friends when I can. I must learn to sleep more. I wake up every mornign no later than 8:30. What is with that?
"So much to do there's plenty on the bar,
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm,
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
I'll take this medicine as required,
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
It don't matter if I get a little tired,
I'll sleep when I'm dead."
- Warren Zevon
|Monday, May 12th, 2003|
|Some Motherf#!*ers Always Gotta Ice Skate Uphill
Sometime last week reality began to set in and I started moving stuff and putting stuff into boxes. Also, I began selling alot of my possessions. Not like Siddhartha. This was for purely practical reasons. I don't want to move them. But I am a sentimental guy and getting rid of things is hard for me sometimes. Chris is also concerned because apparently giving away your possessions is one of the signs that a person is pondering suicide. I pointed out to him that:
A) I am not giving them away I am selling them cause I need money.
B) I'm keeping my guns.
Point A gave him some comfort. Point B did not.
Speaking of Siddhartha, that was officially the worst play I have ever seen. Without a doubt. The Ghetto children's Junior High Christmas pageant was better. Hands down. I want those five bucks back. Plus, I want that hour and a half of my life back. Apologies to those who I invited to come along. We'll do more entertaining stuff ion the future.
Flicky gave me this book Called "What Liberal Media?" It is a response to Bernard Goldberg's short rant, "Bias". "Bias" is not very good but it is interesting. It is NOT a scholarly work but it never claims to me. "What Liberal Media?" is a more scholarly, argumentative book. He has fancy footnotes and whatnot. Flicky claims this makes the book "true". He does not seem to have learned the first rule of statistical analysis in social sciences, "The more exact the number the more precise the lie." Its a fine book. It makes some valid points but it is not without it's own bias. Anyway, to prove my point, I'm slowly and meticulously marking up the book in pencil. This is taking forever and is not much fun but is probably a worthwhile endeavor. Perhaps when I am finished I will compose my own tome, "This Liberal Media!" All entirely true and accurate of course. ;-)
|Friday, May 2nd, 2003|
|One More Time With Feeling
Here we go again
Same 'ol shit again
Marching down the avenue
Three more days and we'll be thru
I'll be glad and so will you
|Thursday, April 24th, 2003|
|Note To Dixie Chicks
If you say something,
And most people don't like it,
And they tell you,
They aren't infringing on your right to free speech.
They are simply exercising their right to free speech.
Ain't that a bitch?
|Wednesday, April 16th, 2003|
|Hamlet in Repose
I am not being indecisive. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. It's a tough call. But even after my short sojourn to D.C. the answer still eludes me. I was hoping to either:
A) love it
B) hate it
and ended up:
C) thinking it was o.k.
But is it worth the money? If all things were equal than it would be easy. Go to D.C. But all things are not equal. Go to Sac. Opportunity abounds in D.C. but I can still do the same things in Sac on a smaller scale.
Big fish little pond or little fish big pond?
Tough call. But hey, this is a nice problem to have.
|Wednesday, April 9th, 2003|
|Quagmire My Ass
On this historic day my favorite image was not the toppling of the statue nor the Iraqi- Americans celebrating in Dearborn. It was the two Iraqis in Baghdad carrying a banner that read:
HUMAN SHIELDS GO HOME!
Where in the hell do Iraqis learn a phrase like "bloody wankers"? Anyway, it was sweet.
F.Y.I. This will be the first war we've actually completed since WWII.
|Tuesday, April 8th, 2003|
It amazes me sometimes how mentally sick people can be. How they can interpret someone ignoring them for awhile as the worst possible betrayal. Meanwhile they allow themselves to be used and abused by their so- called friends. As if their self esteem is determined purly by how much attention people give them. Good or bad it makes no difference, just so long as someone pays attention. Not that I am the most mentally healthy of people but at least I know what's wrong with me. So many people are just oblivious. It's pitiful. But if proclaiming me a total asshole helps them maintain their fragile worldview, well, so be it. Happy I could help.
|Monday, April 7th, 2003|
|A Beautiful Day in My Neighborhood...
So this evening, around 8 P.M., a tow truck came out to pick up the Big Red Truck. As the repo men were walking around the vehicle, filling out the forms and prepping for the tow, Dana, Buddy Lee, his sister and 4 White Trash Gentlemen Other Than Ed (WhiT GOTEs) emerged from the house. After a few minutes, Dana enticed the repo men to go into the house. Ten minutes later the tow truck and the repo men had left and the Big Red Truck remained in the driveway. I am not sure whether it was drugs, sex or money that were exchanged but once agian Dana proved herself quite wily. If you consider whoring yourself out to be wily.
Also, what a lovely childhood memory for Buddy Lee. That has to be right up there with the time the police dragged mommy away, the time mom threw a Tequila bottle at Grandma, the time mom stabbed dad #2
(Ed). Fucking Great.
|Tuesday, April 1st, 2003|
|What the Fu...
It would appear that Transplants sold "Diamonds and Guns" to a shampoo company for use as a jingle in a TV commercial. How the hell did that happen? Boy, they didn't wait long to "sell out". Not that there is anyhting wrong with selling out. But a shampoo commercial?
|Monday, March 31st, 2003|
Last night I went to a play. Well, actually, it wasn't a play it was a "reading". I went to support a friend and fellow actor. The "reading" was alright but afterward the hippie director wanted to have a discussion on topics raised by the play. But they than proceeded to not talk about the play but went on individual tirades against the "class system" and whatnot. Suffice it to say none of these people are big fans of the WTO. If it had not been for my friend I would have opened up on it but, screw it. It's not worth the energy.
I was extremely proud of the job I did repalcing the steering wheel in the Classic some months back. The horn worked great, the wheel looked cool and everything was wired correctly. So this weekend, when the cap popped of and the horn became stuck, I was rather annoyed. I opulled in next to the "Why Not?" bar and tried to disconect the wire.
This 45 year old white trash woman walked out and said "Your horn stuck, darling?"
Her breath was thick with whiskey and Marlboro reds. It was 2 P.M.
"Yeah." I said.
She walked into a nearby liquor store and emerged a few minutes latter with a small bottle and two packs of smokes.
"That sure is a nice car. Come in and have a drink when you get done. Maybe you can take me for a ride later."
"Thanks, maybe I will." I said and didn't.
Good times in the White Ghetto.
|Monday, March 24th, 2003|
For the love of God, hit the left flank. Put the 101 between Baghadad and the 3rd ID and finish this shit. Do not sacrifice another American for "political sensibilitie." To quote George Sheridan in 1864, "God damn you! Don't cheer me! Fight! We'll whip them out of their boots if you fight!"
|Sunday, March 23rd, 2003|
|I know it was you Fredo
I have been asked to audition for a Film students adaptation of a scene from GFII. I will be playing Michael Corleone. This should be a snap. Not only do I look the part, I have great empathy for him. The son of an immigrant defining himself in the new country. Deeply faithful to the new country yet with strings tying him back to the old ways. Perhaps I am reading to much into this. Anyway, if I get the part I get paid. Than I'll be able to add "professional actor" to my resume. Considering I am going up against to stiff "hueros" this should present no problem.
|Monday, March 17th, 2003|
To the boys in the Mid East:
Hero's of Our Past
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle that inspires men to stand up for their rights. And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world we can look back to these heroes of our past. With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will, no tyranny would quell them in their task.
It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message: that time and tide waiteth for no man. So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome, it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled. An in looking to the future, we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all. It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core. With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh, clear the way, me boys!!
Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength they cleared the way for the people of today so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us - let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again
So the story has been told and it comes now to an end. It's setting any era, any land. When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small, it inpires men to stand up for their rights.
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin, brand-new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin' asked me was I hired, wages I required 'til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle, it was stole in that neat locality something crossed my mind when I looked behind no bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it blood began to boil, temper I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array, they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin
-Godspeed and Victory
|Saturday, March 8th, 2003|
I write this shit for me not you.
I'd rather be elite,
I'll choose my own shit scene.
Unsubstantiated rumors that are true,
I'm here for me
The problem is I mean what I say,
I ain't your fucking scape-...
I've alienated some,
it appears my job is half
Never understand it,
try to buy and brand it,
But it's my job to keep these films elite,
These movies ain't you're fucking
|I'm Only Going To Scream This Once More
It is my body.
It is my soul.
It is my life.
If this shit in the world goes down, it is my ass in the ringer.
As such I will surround myself with who I need when I need them.
These are people I trust with my life.
Because I have done so in the past and found them to be more them adequate.
They are my anchors.
Outside mi familia they're maybe ten people total.
They walked through the fire with me.
If you question whether or not you are one of them you are not one of them.
live with it.
Maybe over time you will be.
But don't assume for a minute you understand what it is I'm doing or what I am capable of.
And as hard as I can be on you don't think for a nanosecond it is easier being me.
That is all.
|Wednesday, March 5th, 2003|
I developed a lesson plan involving artillery fire adjustment for a math class today. The kids seemed to dig it. Perhaps I should use military examples for all my classes. That would probably get me fired but at least the kids would learn. And in the end, isn't that what it's all about?
Went by the old Detox Mansion tonight. It was odd seeing it. I haven't been by there in two years. Than I went by my old group and saw alot of people I have not seen in awhile. It was very nice and I feel much more grounded now. More on that later.
|Tuesday, March 4th, 2003|
Well, I won't be getting out in May since they just put a Stop Loss in place. I hope the shit starts so it will be over and we can get on with life.
Why is the America's Cup in Switzerland? They don't even have an ocean. Does anyone else think it wrong that a landlocked country has yachting's greatest trophy?
Band of Brothers might be the best mini- series ever.
That is all for now.
|Sunday, March 2nd, 2003|
|2 Tall Cans and a Packet of Blackjack
Transplants kick ass. They are, perhaps, the perfect mixture of punx and two- tone dub. That is all.
Checked out Flickys film last night. Very good. Technically outstanding. My proverbial hat is off to him. And it motivated my associates and I to get back to work on SHRuMM.