Who Doesn't Understand "Girls Gone Wild?"

I just read something that made me laugh and was too good not to put on the blog...

It seems that Ashley Alexandra Dupre, aka the hooker who was screwing the governor of New York, is suing Girls Gone Wild for exploiting her. The law suit claims that Dupre "did not understand the magnitude of her actions, nor that her image and likeness would be displayed in videos and DVDs," so she's suing the company for $10 million.

Here's the real story: this stupid whore knew exactly what she was doing and now sees a chance to snag some money, since her singing career is in the toilet.  I realize that the girls that appear on Girls Gone Wild are generally stupid, but they know damn well what's going to happen.  They might not know the magnitude, but they know what's going to happen.  

What ever happened to taking responsibility for your actions?  Nowadays we get to sue people the minute something bad happens.  We get to complain and moan.  The fucking girl signed up to do soft porn and now she says that she didn't know she might get exploited.  Just what the hell did she think soft porn was?  I hope the judge laughs his/her ass off and throws the whole damn case out.  Next thing you know she'll be suing the governor for exploitation on some grounds that she didn't know being a hooker meant she had to actually have sex.......

Emilie Autumn

I was looking for a song from Ferris Bueller's Day Off.  Its not the first time I've looked for this song.  Its by the Dream Academy called "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want."  Its from the scene where they're in the art gallery.  Bad ass song!

I started a little research, thinking that I'd find somewhere to find it.  I mean, come on, you mean to tell me its impossible to get the tune just because there's no soundtrack for the movie?

So I started digging.  Wikipedia listed a bunch of groups that have covered the song.  And I came across Emilie Autumn, for she covered said tune.  I typed her name into iTunes, where I am able to point and click anything I want...

Well, surprise, surprise... I really like this girl.  How fucking strange is that?  I listen to classical in my car and jazz in my apartment.  I not really into goth chicks.  But I gotta say, she's pretty damn good.  I'm listening to her as I type right now.  And it may be that I'm digging on someone who is a little to trendy.  High schoolers gasp when they hear the name.  Or maybe I've tapped into some hip sound.  Who knows?  Who gives a shit?  

And the funny thing is that my little girl cat seems to like her.  Maybe my little Moon cat is a goth chick cat.  My boy cat seems very unimpressed.  He enjoys the classics.  I see him digging on some old Brubeck.  And he loves him some Miles and Coltrane.  Think he digs most on my old jazz.  And I've seen a sly cat grin when I dust off some Dead bootlegs.  But maybe I discovered that I've got a goth cat in the house too.  Bless their little hearts...............

(Late) Week In Review

Here's your day late Week in Review for the week of April 21st- April 27th.  And its good that this puppy is a day late, because last week was such a big week that being on time would have been too much to handle.

Yeah, right!  

The weekend was relatively good.  Raleigh had the big Beer Fest on Saturday.  I attended and got to see one of my oldest and dearest friends, Jason Gavin.  We had a blast and drank much, much good beer.

But the drinking of all this beer leads me to my main thought.  Since New Year's Eve this year, I have basically quit drinking.  I did it with the knowledge that I'd definitely drink again, but it wasn't going to be at my past levels.  I also did it to quit smoking.

Well, guess what friends and neighbors?  I'm drinking a lot again and I smoke like a fucking chimney when I'm drinking.  So I'm feeling rather down on myself for essentially throwing a lot of hard work and sweat down the trash.

I'm going to need to regroup and get myself back on track.  I'm really not having all that much fun when I drink.  I'm hating the hangovers the next day (or two).  It really has just lost its luster.  So again, I think I'm just going to quietly withdraw.

And that's my main indication that I'm the alcoholic that I am.  No matter what the circumstances, I really just can't keep a good handle on alcohol.  Now again, I'm not just going to quit and start going to those meetings.  But, once again, I need to tell myself to take 'er easy and stay out of trouble.  Because I DO NOT want to be smoking again.  And I DO NOT want to be drinking all night and hurting all day again.

Other news of the week was my break through on the golf course.  You can check out the post I wrote on golfing should this be of interest.  And I've got a 12:30PM tee time with my father tomorrow, so we'll see if any of this translates onto the golf course.  Who knows?

So that was the week of April 21st to April 27th.  Yee haw!!!!

New PreAmble to the Constitution

NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION


This is probably the best e-mail I've seen in a long, long time. The
following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye
from GA. This guy should run for President one day.


"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help
everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more
riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the
blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-
grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some
common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional,
and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident:
that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so
dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."


ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or
any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire
them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.


ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This
country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone –
not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a
different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always
will be.


ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you
stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not
expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives
independently wealthy.


ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing.
Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly
help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing
generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve
nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional
couch potatoes . (This one is my pet peeve...get an education and go to
work....don't expect everyone else to take care of you!)


ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be
nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in
public health care.


ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people.
If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be
surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.


ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If
you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens,
don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in
a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or
a life of leisure.


ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want
you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we
expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and
vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)


ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American
means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is
a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic
laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.


ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you
are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you
came from! (Lastly....)


ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history
or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And
yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith,
or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE
TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it,
TOUGH!!!! GET OVER IT !!!

World Beer Fest in Moore Square

Going to the World Beer Fest in Moore Square tomorrow.  Gonna be good fun.  My buddy Gavin is getting me into the gig for free in exchange for helping him at the Brooklyn booth.  I think that's a fair trade.

Those few enlightened souls who understand that beer is truly a divine gift will likely be as excited as I am for this event.  Any chance to laugh in the spring sunshine while drinking fabulous beer is aces in my book.

The important thing is to get good sleep tonite so I'll be good and rested for tomorrow.  Yum.....

Golf Anyone?

Made a pretty big breakthrough yesterday on the driving range.  I dusted off the clubs about a month ago after a 2 year hiatus.  My first few times out weren't too bad.  Just the normal rusty strokes.  But then I bottomed out.  Had one of the worst days hitting I've ever had.  I then got new grips on my clubs and yesterday was my first day with the new grips.  The first half of the bucket was total shit.  Absolute crap, and I thought I was in for a rocky period.  But then I had the breakthrough....

Tempo is everything!!!  I was trying to bring the club back slowly, but coming back down to the ball I was flying.  Well, friends and neighbors, you're fucked if you tighten up and swing faster back down to the ball.  It simply doesn't work for the amateur player.

So what I did yesterday and today was to try to swing as slowly and smoothly as possible.  Golf clubs these days are designed to do almost all the work, so we should let them.  If you swing as slowly and as relaxed as you can the ball will simply fly off your club.  It really is quite amazing.

So I'm trying to swing like the Big Easy, Ernie Els.  He has one of the prettiest games in golf.  He makes it seem effortless.  And I'm imagining I'm hitting an egg, which makes me think of gently swinging back down to the ball.  And let me tell you, fellow golfers, it's amazing how much it helps.

Shall We Play A Game?

I saw War Games the other night.  What a riot.  It's the 25th anniversary of the movie, in fact. What a classic film!  A few scenes really stuck out for me.  There is one scene where Broderick puts a floppy disk into the computer that must have been 6 inches x 6 inches.  It was huge!  And yes, children, computers used to require those huge things.  When I first sat at a computer in elementary school, we had to use floppy disks.  It would have been around the time War Games came out.  The computers back then couldn't do a damn thing and you had to tell the computer everything you wanted it to do.  My family got an Apple IIe when they first came out a thousand years ago and besides me playing Spy Hunter and Castle Wolfenstein, it just sat there.

There was another scene where Broderick is doing research on Falken and he's using the card catalog at the library.  How many of you children remember the Dewey Decimal System?  That's right, before computers people had to look up books using this archaic card catalog and then grab these heavy ass books off of shelves and read through them and then make copies of the information.  I was still doing this in college.  Writing papers was a bitch because it took some serious leg work at the library.  These days you can cut and paste and do research online and never even have to get up to finish a paper of any number of pages.  Too easy?

The third scene that popped out was more of a reference than a particular scene.  When talking about Russia and nuclear war, the general made a reference to Eastern Germany.  That's right children, Eastern Germany.  There used to be this big ass wall running through Germany.  And the eastern side was the bad side.  And then in the late 80's, the wall came down and Germany was unified.  And the Cold War was over.  Most of you little kiddies don't remember living day to day in a constant fear of the big, bad Russians and the threat of nuclear war.  It wasn't like we ran from bunker to bunker and always had a pantry full of canned goods.  Normal life went on quite safe and normal.  But the Russians were out there.  And anything could happen at any time.  And a lot of our movies were about that.

Which brings me to my next thought.  The top 3 best Cold War movies of all time:

1) Red Dawn

2) War Games

3) Rocky 4

Any of you youngsters want to get a good handle on what I'm talking about, watch those 3 movies and then we'll talk.  Besides the fear of nuclear war and the Russians, you'll get a good glimpse of 80's nostalgia- floppy disks et al.

Greetings Professor Falken.  Shall We Play A Game?

View From the Couch

Here we have a nice view from my good ole couch.  I had to dig up the digital camera software to find this merging program, but I think it came out pretty good.

Quite a view, huh?!

Surf's Up!!!

With summer approaching, its almost surf time!  I myself haven't jumped on a board in many, many years.  I'm thinking about taking it up again, though.  And as I dream of that spiritual release that Body was so keen on talking about, I find myself also weighing the cons.  For one, there's that pesky little bugger known as melanoma.  Bastard that he is. And you can't forget about nipple rash, shark bites, rip tides, drowning, to name but a few. 

 You also run the risk of being distracted...

Let's All Speak English...

Number of People in the U.S. Who Cannot Speak English on the Rise

Latest Census figures demonstrate dramatic increase in limited-English proficiency in America

Today, more than 300 languages are spoken in America. In fact, according to the most recent Census, 24.2 million Americans cannot speak English! And this percentage is 14 percent higher than the 2000 figure — and 73 percent higher than the 1990 figure!

Around the Nation:

There are 9 states where at least one-in-ten individuals are limited-English proficient (LEP): Arizona, California, Florida, Hawaii, New York, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, and Texas. In 1990, there were only 14 states where five percent or more of the population was LEP. In 2000, there were 19 such states. As of 2006, there are now 22 states.

In 1990, there were only 19 states where three percent or more of the population was LEP. As of 2006, there are now 34 such states.

In 1990, the following 10 states had a combined LEP population of 490,710: North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Kentucky, Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas. In 2006, Georgia’s LEP population alone was 500,180. The 10 states had a combined LEP population of 1,641,047 in 2006, more than triple the number from 16 years ago.

“Official Hola Day” in America? Yet another effort is underway to undermine English as our nation’s language. “Official Hola Day,” an event which encourages U.S. city officials to speak Spanish and issue proclamations in support of Spanish speaking individuals, was held last year for the first time.

U.S.ENGLISH believes this is just one more step toward official multilingualism that must be stopped. The fact is our nation is reeling from an enormous number of people who cannot speak English— 24.2 million— and if they are to succeed in America they must learn our nation’s common language. In a land where more than 300 languages are spoken, our government must take the lead in promoting English language learning skills and stop promoting harmful multilingual policies. The unity and stability of our diverse nation depend on it!

Should companies be allowed to require employees to speak English while on the job?

NEW RASMUSSEN POLL:

77%  YES
14%  NO
9%  NOT SURE

A new poll finds that 87 percent of voters think it is “very important” that people speak English in the U.S.  Another 11 percent say it is “somewhat important.”

Let's All Speak English Pt. 2...

CRITICAL AMENDMENT THAT PROTECTS ENGLISH-LANGUAGE POLICIES IN THE WORKPLACE BLOCKED BY SPEAKER PELOSI 

Amendment in the House that would have protected employers’ rights to require their employees to speak English on the job blocked by Pelosi and Hispanic Caucus

Speaker Nancy Pelosi, bowing to the demands of the Hispanic Caucus and the ACLU, has vowed to kill an amendment, passed by both the House and Senate, which prevents the funding of lawsuits by the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) against businesses that require their employees to speak English on the job.

As you know, U.S.ENGLISH has been on the frontlines of the battle to protect the rights of organizations, like the Salvation Army, to require their employees to speak English in the workplace. And we stand firmly behind Senator Lamar Alexander’s amendment to protect the rights of employers to implement English-language policies.

Yet, despite the majority of Americans who believe employers should be allowed to require their employees to speak English in the workplace, Speaker Pelosi has decided to back the Hispanic Caucus’s vocal demands to kill this amendment and hold up a $53 billion appropriations bill funding the FBI, NASA, and the Justice Department. That’s why U.S.ENGLISH is launching our urgent letter-writing campaign to ensure our elected officials know exactly where their constituents stand on this important issue. It is an outrage that instead of attending to their 56,000 case backlog, the EEOC is using your tax dollars to target businesses that require their employees to speak English in the workplace. In fact, last year, the EEOC filed over 200 lawsuits against employers over these rules. According to Alexander, “The Senate has declared English our national language, and requiring it in the workplace is not discrimination — it’s common sense.”

Despite promises by Pelosi to kill this critical amendment, U.S.ENGLISH believes it is crucial our elected officials hear from their constituents on this precedent-setting issue. While we don’t know for sure where this now-stalled amendment will end up when you receive our newsletter, it remains imperative we continue to urge our lawmakers to stand strong against the growing influence of radical, so-called “pro-immigrant” groups who seek to undermine English as our nation’s official language. U.S.ENGLISH will continue to monitor this situation and alert our members on this constantly evolving issue.

Contact your elected officials and ask them to support English as our nation’s official language. Or log on to our website at www.usenglish.org to learn about other ways to help in the fight to promote and preserve Official English in the United States. 

To contact us directly with questions or concerns, call us at (202) 833-0100or e-mail us at info@usenglish.org.

Spring?

Its not that warm today.  I don't like that.  We're pushing May here, people, and the temperature is still fluctuating at an inappropriate level.

From what I can figure, Spring and Fall have all but vanished.  In recent years, its seems like spring lasts a weekend and then its a million degrees.  And fall might get a long weekend, what with the foliage and all, but that its and then its on to cold ass weather.

Today is a good example.  All weekend we were in the low 80's.  Damn near perfect weather.  I had the windows open and was quite enjoying the book as I lay on the couch, spring breezes blowing into the room, cats on the sill sniffing the air.  But today, too cold.  Not freezing, but too cold.  Can we just get to a steady spring temperature and stay, for pete's sake?

And please don't give me any of this Al Gore, global warming bullshit!  You can't make a single comment about the weather these days without some tree-hugging lib throwing out a sermon on global warming.  Enough already!  I'm simply saying that it'd be nice to have some constant spring weather...............................

Band Practice...

So I decided it was time to dust off the ole guitar strings and get back into music.  Its been quite awhile since the days of Max Powers and I miss the stage.  I also saw that Tricky is doing well in the Mason Dixons so I thought to myself, "why not me?"

I've been looking for band mates for a few weeks now.  I was definitely locked into the rhythm guitar role.  No way I'm going to even take a crack at lead.  And as the weeks passed, I began to add the necessary pieces to the puzzle...  

And now I'm happy to say, I think I found the all-elusive, ever important "front man." As it turns out, she's a "front woman" of sorts.   Granted, she can't play a lick of guitar.  And she doesn't really sing all that well.  But the band and I really think that she's the presence that we really were lacking.

Naming the band is proving difficult.  We're kicking around ideas and nothing's really stuck out.  So until then, just think of us the soon-to-be-fucking-great band with no name.  We'll keep you posted...................

Shenanigans at the SI Photo Shoot...

The Truth Is Revealed...

The Week In Review...

I'm thinking that I'll start posting a "week in review" sort of thing each week, if for no other reason than to continue to pump out unreadable crap.  I stopped writing in my journal with the idea that this would become my outlet.  So I reckon that I'd better at least make an attempt to utilize this here outlet, as it were.

So the week in review for the week of April 13th through April 20th, 2008...

Sam passed away this week.  He died the day after taxes were due, April 16th, 2008.  He spleen ruptured and the vet put him down.  My father and I were in the room with him when he passed. It was heart breaking and the image of little Sammy lying on the vet's exam room floor will forever be burned in my memory.  But it is necessary that the pet's owner be there when the pet is dying.  You should be the last thing that your pet sees, if possible.  We owe it to our pets.  Its the least we can do for their unconditional love and support.  And now Sammy will sit up on the shelf with the Sharpies and with ole Sleepy Ray Floyd.

The presidential campaign roared on this week.  We were bombarded with the despicable messages of the liberal candidates, both shouting about how they were the best one for the job. And we were forced to listen to the mindless masses spewing their opinions on which one would better lead the country out of the toilet.  What these idiots don't realize is that neither candidate gives a single damn about them or their views.  Hillary in particular is a heartless bitch, not unlike Satan himself.  And ole Barrack hasn't been in the public eye long enough for those of us paying attention to be able to cite examples of his heartlessness.  Just give him time.  And all the idiot first-time voters on our college campuses are throwing away their votes on the liberal candidates with the naive belief that said candidates care about them.  It would be laughable if it wasn't so damn unfortunate.

Those of us with a brain and some battle scars know without a shadow that the two liberal candidates will not make a bit of difference.  They will blunder and botch the job just like any conservative will.  The whole institution is designed to produce failures and in-fighting.  No one will be able to bring about change.  And its pretty damn stupid to think differently.

What I can't wait to see is who the idiot liberals will blame as soon as one of their blessed candidates gets the white house and does nothing.  What's going to happen when a democrat fails as completely as our current president?  Who's moveon.org going to go after once W. is gone and the country is being run by heartless democrats?

It's been a slow, bad week when politics is a discussion topic.  I'll end it right here and say that I hope this coming week is better than the last.  Couldn't be much worse.  So let's see what happens..............................

Views From My Couch...

Sampson 1997-2008

I had to put my golden retriever, Sampson, down yesterday.  Cancer caused his spleen to rupture and he had significant internal bleeding by the time we knew about it.  He didn't suffer.  In the end he went very quietly while I petted his face.  My dad and I were there at the end, so my dearest Sammy was with his owners and we were the last things he saw.

My life is a happier, fuller life because of Sam.  He was the most gentle, loyal and loving dog anyone could hope for.  He and his brother Barley were inseparable and shared 11 wonderful years together.

Sammy loved couches and comfy chairs.  He loved to walk in the sun.  He loved to run and play. He was the first one in line for a walk.  He loved to swim and even got to swim in the ocean once.  He loved to run and play in the Colorado snow.

Sammy lived in many great homes.  From his puppy days in Pinehurst, he joined the family and lived for several good years in Raleigh.  He also had nice yards in Fayetteville, Wilmington, Beaufort, Aspen, Carbondale and finally Chapel Hill.

Everyone who knew Sam loved him.  His gentle nature warmed everyone's hearts.  Those lucky enough to spend time with him know in their heart of hearts that they were in the presence one of the greatest and most loving dogs who ever lived.

Rest in peace dearest, sweetest Sampson.  Know that you were loved.  And know that you will always be missed.

Tiger Woods and the Masters...

Its been several years since I've watched the Masters.  Not because I hate watching golf.  Quite the contrary.  I love watching golf.  But only if Tiger is winning.  And once again, this year the green jacket went to some other lucky golfer who won because Tiger had a relatively off weekend.  Now he did finish second, so we can't say it was a waste for him.  But for me, it was disappointing because, again, I love to watch golf and I love to watch Tiger win.

I wasn't always like this.  I used to watch it regardless.  I do the same thing with other sports. Whenever UNC loses in the NCAA tournament, I refuse to watch the rest of the tournament.  I have no interest unless the Heels are in it.  A thousand years ago, if my favorite tennis player lost early, I'd quit watching the tournament.  Why watch if Edberg or Becker or Johnny Mac was out?  What the hell do I care?

So again this year, I missed out on Sunday at the Masters.  I hope Tiger is in the final pairings on the rest of the majors, cause I'd sure like to tune in..........................

Is it "unevolving" or "de-evolving?"

It occurred to me today that humans have hit the ole plateau in terms of evolution.  And I had this epiphany as I drove past a Canada goose.  The animal was standing in place staring straight ahead doing nothing.  Not a twitch.  And it dawned on me that this animal is completely sensory.  Whatever it senses, it reacts to.  But it does not function on a cognitive level.  Not thoughts.  No reason.  No processing of information.  Are you seeing where I'm going with this?

A lot of the humans I encounter on any given day are functioning on about the same level as the Canada goose.  Our news, our entertainment, everything is tailored to a public that needs it quick, easy, and gut level.  React, react, react. Flip the phone open and talk anywhere, anytime.  React.  Hop online.  React.  Drink.  React. Mate.  React.  Vote.  React.  Talk.  React.

I doubt anyone who's spent any time in the public would doubt that we are a bunch of dumb fucking animals.

So that leads to my question: is it "unevolving" or "de-evolving?"

The Trouble With iPods Is.........

The trouble with iPods is that they are so darn small that you can't read what's on their little screens unless you pick them up and actually have the little buggers in your hand. Only then can you see what someone is listening to.  And you don't want to bother the person while they're listening by asking them questions, causing them to hit the pause and then answer in exasperated tones.  So really the only way to know is to pick the thing up.  That can be a problem. It can also be the ultimate blessing, depending of course on the situation.....

The Good Life With No TV...

I'm coming up on one year without a TV.  That's right, friends and neighbors.  One whole year without the mind-numbing influence of the boob tube.  And how in the holy hell can one get along without a TV, you might ask?  How do you what to buy and think and wear?

Well, my peeps, its called reading.  I read for entertainment.  I read for knowledge.  I read for news and sports and entertainment and every thing else.  But as much as I like to think that it somewhat shields me from my completely stupid and altogether worthless fellow citizens, I find that reality finds ways to get through.  Granted, I don't have to run for the remote, desperately trying to hit the mute before having to listen to Hillary Clinton.  I can selectively choose what I read.  But there are still headlines.  And you really just have to shake your head and realize that we are all going straight to hell when you read these headlines.

Here's a selection of headlines for Wednesday April 9th, 2008.  I have plucked these beauties from my own google news homepage.

Troop cuts in some parts of Iraq under review, Petraeus says

American Cancels 850 More Flights
Torch relay, protest taunts competing
Karmapa Lama allowed to visit US
Clashes in Baghdad's Sadr City kill 20
Sect accused of marrying pubescent girls
Campaign Missteps Tarnish Clinton's Image
At Least 8 Killed on Eve of Nepal Vote
Palestinians kill 2 Israelis in raid
Bush and Democrats push ahead with housing plans
Florida lawmakers pass take-your-guns-to-work law
Runaway Ohio Lawyer Gets Probation
Iran warns West of "bloody nose" over nuclear issue
Lindsay Lohan’s Former Bodyguard Sues

These are just some of the headlines.  Its rare that I even bother going past them to the actual article.  The headlines pretty much say what needs to be known, and its all bad.  As I said before we are all going straight to hell.

Now I don't mind so much, because I don't believe in god or hell or any of that shit.  But for all you bible wielding freaks, its gonna be real damn hot where we're all going............................... 

Getting Out of Hand...

TAKE A FEW MOMENTS AND READ THIS LETTER. THESE ARE STRONG, POWERFUL AND COURAGEOUS WORDS COMING FROM A RETIRED COLONEL.

AND READ WHAT LINCOLN HAD TO SAY AT THE END.

WOW!


33 Senators Voted Against English as America's Official Language onJune 6, 2007.

On Wed. 6 June 2007 23:35:23 - 0500 Colonel Harry Riley, USA, Ret. wrote:

Senators:
Your vote against an amendment to the immigration Bill 1348......to make English America's official language is astounding.

On D-Day, no less, when we honor those that sacrificed in order to secure the bedrock, character and principles of America, I can only surmise your vote reflects a loyalty to illegal aliens.

I don't much care where you come from. What your religion is. Whether you're black, white, or some other color...male or female......Democrat, Republican or Independent....... But I do care when you are a United States Senator representing Citizens of America ....and Vote against English as the official language of the United States .

Your vote reflects Betrayal.
Political Surrender. Violates Your Pledge of Allegiance. Dishonors historical principle. Rejects Patriotism. Borders on traitorous action and, in my opinion, makes you unfit to serve as a United States Senator...impeachment... Recall........Or other appropriate action is warranted or worse.

Four of you voting against English as America 's Official Language are Presidential Candidates: Senator Biden, Senator Clinton, Senator Dodd and Senator Obama.

Four Senators vying to lead America, but won't or
Don't have the courage to cast a vote in favor of "English" as America 's Official Language when 91% of American Citizens want English officially designated as our language.

This is the second time in the last several months this list of Senators have disgraced themselves as "policital
Hacks"...... Unworthy as Senators and certainly unqualified to serve as President of the United States .

If America is as angry as I am, you will realize a backlash so stunning it will literally "rock you out of your panties"......... And preferably totally out of the United States Senate.

The entire immigration bill is a farce... Your action only confirms t his really isn't about America .....it is about self-serving politics......despicable at best. It has been said:

"Never Argue with an Idiot....They'll drag you down to their level!"

PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN

"Congressmen who willfully take actions during wartime that damage morale and undermine the military are saboteurs and should be arrested, exiled or Hanged!!!

PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING AROUND THE UNITED STATES TILL THE ELECTION!

Mia Wallace...

EXT. LANCE'S HOUSE – NIGHT

Vincent is already out of the car, working on getting Mia
out.

LANCE
Have you lost your mind?! You crashed
your car in my fuckin' house! You
talk about drug shit on a cellular
fuckin' phone –

VINCENT
If you're through havin' your little
hissy fit, this chick is dyin', get
your needle and git it now!

LANCE
Are you deaf? You're not bringin'
that fucked up bitch in my house!

VINCENT
This fucked up bitch is Marsellus
Wallace's wife. Now if she fuckin'
croaks on me, I'm a grease spot. But
before he turns me into a bar soap,
I'm gonna be forced to tell 'im about
how you coulda saved her life, but
instead you let her die on your front
lawn.

INT. LANCE'S HOUSE – NIGHT

WE START in Lance's and Jody's bedroom.

Jody, in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. She's
wearing a long tee-shirt with a picture of Fred Flintstone
on it.

We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the door, walking
through the hall into the living room.

JODY
It's only one-thirty in the goddamn
mornin'! What the fuck's goin' on
out here?

As she walks in the living room, she sees Vincent and Lance
standing over Mia, who's lying on the floor in the middle of
the room.

From here on in, everything in this scene is frantic, like a
DOCUMENTARY in an emergency ward, with the big difference
here being nobody knows what the fuck they're doing.

JODY
Who's she?

Lance looks up at Jody.

LANCE
Get that black box in the bedroom I
have with the adrenaline shot.

JODY
What's wrong with her?

VINCENT
She's ODing on us.

JODY
Well get her the hell outta here!

LANCE AND VINCENT
(in stereo)
Get the fuckin' shot!

JODY
Don't yell and me!

She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking
for the shot.

WE MOVE into the room with the two men.

VINCENT
(to Lance)
You two are a match made in heaven.

LANCE
Look, just keep talkin' to her, okay?
While she's gettin' the shot, I gotta
get a medical book.

VINCENT
What do you need a medical book for?

LANCE
To tell me how to do it. I've never
given an adrenaline shot before.

VINCENT
You've had that thing for six years
and you never used it?

LANCE
I never had to use it. I don't go
joypoppin' with bubble-gummers, all
of my friends can handle their highs!

VINCENT
Well then get it.

LANCE
I am, if you'll let me.

VINCENT
I'm not fuckin' stoppin' you.

LANCE
Stop talkin' to me, and start talkin'
to her.

WE FOLLOW Lance as he runs out of the living room into a...

INT. SPARE ROOM

With a bunch of junk in it. He frantically starts scanning
the junk for the book he's looking for, repeating the words,
"Come on," endlessly.

From OFF SCREEN we hear:

VINCENT (O.S.)
Hurry up man! We're losin' her!

LANCE
(calling back)
I'm looking as fast as I can!

Lance continues his frenzied search.

WE HEAR Jody in the living room now as she talks to Vincent.

JODY (O.S.)
What's he lookin' for?

VINCENT (O.S.)
I dunno, some medical book.

Jody calls to LANCE.

JODY (O.S.)
What are you lookin' for?

LANCE
My black medical book!

As he continues searching, flipping and knocking over shit,
Jody appears in the doorway.

JODY
Whata're you looking for?

LANCE
My black fuckin' medical book. It's
like a text book they give to nurses.

JODY
I never saw a medical book.

LANCE
Trust me, I have one.

JODY
Well if it's that important, why
didn't you keep it with the shot?

Lance spins toward her.

LANCE
I don't know! Stop bothering me!

JODY
While you're lookin' for it, that
girl's gonna die on our carpet. You're
never gonna find it in all this shit.
For six months now, I've been telling
you to clean this room –

VINCENT (O.S.)
– get your ass in here, fuck the
book!

Lance angrily knocks over a pile of shit and leaves the SHOT
heading for the living room.

LIVING ROOM

Vincent is bent over Mia, talking softly to her, when Lance
reenters the room.

VINCENT
Quit fuckin' around man and give her
the shot!

Lance bends down by the black case brought in by Jody. He
opens it and begins preparing the needle for injection.

LANCE
While I'm doing this, take her shirt
off and find her heart.

Vince rips her blouse open.

Jody stumbles back in the room, hanging back from the action.

VINCENT
Does it have to be exact?

LANCE
Yeah, it has to be exact! I'm giving
her an injection in the heart, so I
gotta exactly hit her in the heart.

VINCENT
Well, I don't know exactly where her
heart is, I think it's here.

Vince points to Mia's right breast. Lance glances over and
nods.

LANCE
That's it.

As Lance readies the injection, Vincent looks up at Jody.

VINCENT
I need a big fat magic marker, got
one?

JODY
What?

VINCENT
I need a big fat magic marker, any
felt pen'll do, but a magic marker
would be great.

JODY
Hold on.

Jody runs to the desk, opens the top drawer and, in her
enthusiasm, she pulls the drawer out of the desk, the contents
of which (bills, papers, pens) spill to the floor.

The injection is ready. Lance hands Vincent the needle.

LANCE
It's ready, I'll tell you what to
do.

VINCENT
You're gonna give her the shot.

LANCE
No, you're gonna give her the shot.

VINCENT
I've never does this before.

LANCE
I've never done this before either,
and I ain't starting now. You brought
'er here, that means you give her
the shot. The day I bring an ODing
bitch to your place, then I gotta
give her the shot.

Jody hurriedly joins them in the huddle, a big fat red magic
marker in her hand.

JODY
Got it.

Vincent grabs the magic marker out of Jody's hand and makes
a big red dot on Mia's body where her heart is.

VINCENT
Okay, what do I do?

LANCE
Well, you're giving her an injection
of adrenaline straight to her heart.
But she's got a breast plate in front
of her heart, so you gotta pierce
through that. So what you gotta do
is bring the needle down in a stabbing
motion.

Lance demonstrates a stabbing motion, which looks like "The
Shape" killing its victims in "HALLOWEEN".

VINCENT
I gotta stab her?

LANCE
If you want the needle to pierce
through to her heart, you gotta stab
her hard.

Then once you do, push down on the plunger.

VINCENT
What happens after that?

LANCE
I'm curious about that myself.

VINCENT
This ain't a fuckin' joke man!

LANCE
She's supposed to come out of it
like –
(snaps his fingers)
– that.

Vincent lifts the needle up above his head in a stabbing
motion.

He looks down on Mia.

Mia is fading fast. Soon nothing will help her.

Vincent's eyes narrow, ready to do this.

VINCENT
Count to three.

Lance, on this knees right beside Vincent, does not know
what to expect.

LANCE
One...

RED DOT on Mia's body.

Needle raised ready to strike.

LANCE (O.S.)
...two...

Jody's face is alive with anticipation.

NEEDLE in that air, poised like a rattler ready to strike.

LANCE (O.S.)
...three!

The needle leaves frame, THRUSTING down hard.

Vincent brings the needle down hard, STABBING Mia in the
chest.

Mia's head is JOLTED from the impact.

The syringe plunger is pushed down, PUMPING the adrenaline
out through the needle.

Mia's eyes POP WIDE OPEN and she lets out a HELLISH cry of
the banshee. She BOLTS UP in a sitting position, needle stuck
in her chest – SCREAMING.

Vincent, Lance and Jody, who were in sitting positions in
front of Mia, JUMP BACK, scared to death.

Mia's scream runs out. She slowly starts taking breaths of
air.

The other three, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken
to their bones, look to see if she's alright.

LANCE
If you're okay, say something.

Mia, still breathing, not looking up at them, says in a
relatively normal voice.

MIA
Something.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk

And there you have it sports fans: the Kansas Jayhawks are the national champions!  I looked briefly around the internet to try to find a device that could accurately measure how little I cared about this fact, but I couldn't find it.  Apparently we as people have not yet developed technology that fine-tuned.  Oh well.

And as if mirroring the triviality of the jayhawks, the overall news today was boring.  I couldn't even find anything worth a damn to "inspire the pen," as it were.

So what now, friends and neighbors?  I'm still plugging away at my book, "Infinite Jest," by David Foster Wallace.  I remember it getting an incredible write-up in Newsweek in 1996.  I ran right out and bought it.  And I tried to read it a few times over the past 12 years.  But believe me when I say it as a daunting book. Weighing in at over 1200 really small words, it takes some serious time to turn the pages.  I'm on page 244 and I feel like I've been at it for weeks.  But it is incredible!  So well written and funny, funny, funny.  I highly recommend it to anyone who wants the very rewarding challenge of reading an amazingly long and dense book.

Yeah.  And I think I'll be on my way.  Yeah...............................................................

Monkey Pictures...

Cat Sheets...

Never, ever pass up on an opportunity to laugh at yourself!  I laugh at myself almost non-stop. Some people think I'm "special."

I was just making my bed.  I have lime green flannel sheets with kittens and balls of string and mice on them.  I had to chuckle.  For many reasons.  I really don't care what's on my flannel sheets.  But it is funny that a mid-30's male has lime green kitten sheets.  I am completely, 100% confident that I will be the only one who ever sees these sheets.  No young ladies will ever comment on how cute the sheets are.  The "dry spell" will continue, even as Falls Lake is back to normal levels.  And my kitten sheets will be my own private indulgence.

I now am beginning to understand how old people can completely "let themselves go."  You really do stop caring about certain things.  Priorities of my 20's are basically silly to me now. Yes, Widespread Panic will be at the Creek in two weeks.  And no, I don't give a damn.  And no, I will not be in the crowd listening to the same songs I've heard for almost 20 years.

I just don't care about things like that anymore.  I don't care that I have lime green kitten sheets.  I'm not quite to the black knee socks and plaid shorts up to my arm pits yet.  Hopefully there's still some time before I throw those cards in.

Never, ever pass up the opportunity to laugh at yourself!!!

Monday Morning...

Today marks the first day since last October that I haven't had to drag myself out of bed to go to the stupid manager's meeting at the book store.  Oh sweet relief!  Man, those were stupid meetings!  Led by an incompetent baffoon.  And I say, fuck 'em. Let them continue to struggle.  As long as that idiot is calling the shots and the whole store is hating him behind his pathetic back, let 'em suffer.

Of course, the cats didn't get the memo about my change in employment.  So of course Moon was up and ready for some vittles at 5AM.  I was able to push her away until about 7:45AM.  Bless her little heart.

There is an article in the NYT book review section about blogs and the number of bloggers who are dying from the stress and pressure of the blog lifestyle.  That's sad, folks.  And its is also sad that I am even pretending that anyone reads this here little blog of mine.  I have taken it off every kind of search engine thingy because of all the "unauthorized" pictures that I continually swipe from the internet.  My MacBook makes it incredibly easy to swipe the pics, so of course I do it.  And I like the way the blog looks, so I'd rather just fly below the radar and enjoy my own private blog.  And its funny, cause I have a counter on the blog, just to monitor the times that I visit!  

But the thing that struck me as odd about the NYT piece is that the bloggers consider what they do as serious employment.  I guess I'm showing my age.  Because I don't consider blogs to be serious anything.  Its a place for qualified and unqualified people to write whatever the hell the want to.  I would never read a blog and take it on face value.  I see it more as the personal ramblings of whoever the hell happens to write for the blog.  Granted, some very qualified people have blogs, but I see them as side projects.  So news that people were dying from the pressure of writing for their blogs is just silly.  A little view of the big picture would probably help.  Its only a blog, folks.  No reason for your heart to stop beating!

And in other news, it seems that the NBA is raising the minimum age for rookies to 20.  How about that.  Now the kids will have to stay in college for two years.  That's the best piece of news I will probably hear all week.  Two years will make for some pretty damn good ball teams and some pretty damn good sophomores.  I think that will improve college ball considerably. And lets face it, these kids are still going to be gazillionares.  Its not like in college football where somone could very feasibly rip your entire leg off and permanently end your chances of ever playing again.  I honestly can't remember ever hearing about an injury in college hoops that completely ended a career.  The kids (and they are kids) just want to get to the show as quickly as they can so they can make the big bucks.  It is completely about the money.  No ifs, and, or buts.  So I applaud the NBA for bumping it up another year.

And speaking of NBA, I hope that the Heels players all decide to come back and finish up.  They would have one hell of a year ahead of them if they decided to come back as a unit and go for the title.  And it would be a healthy guess to say they'd be odds on favorites to win it next year. So we'll see in a few weeks what everyone's gonna do.

So that's Monday.  Time for some more coffee......

Hamlet

Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave I am!

Is it not monstrous that this player here,

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit

That from her working all the visage wanned,

Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,

A broken voice and his whole function suiting

With forms to his conceit?  And all for nothing-

For Hecuba!

What's Hecuba to him, or he to her

That he should weep for her?  What would he do

Had he the motive and that for passion

That I have?  He would drown the stage with tears

And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,

Make mad the the guilty and appall the free,

Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed

The very faculties  of eyes and ears.

-Act 2, Scene 2

Ya Win Some, Ya Lose Some...

Well, the boys lost to Kansas last night.  It was not a pretty game.  The Heels pretty much got their asses beat.  And what can you do, right?  These things happen in sports.

Now I still believe that UNC is a better team.  And they should be the national champions.  But, like I said, these things happen.

And I really didn't enjoy watching the game all that much.  I have been just reading about the games online after they are over, which is becoming the only way I'll participate.  If the Heels lose, I simply see the headline and don't go any further.  Its a lot less stress, that's for sure.

There were days when the loss would have hurt much more than it does now.  I was bummed that they lost, but that's as far as it went.  Life went on.  The sun did rise this morning.  Things continued to happen.

So that's all I've got on that one.  I haven't been feeling all that expressive lately.  But as ideas, thoughts and the like strike me, I shall be back to do what I do....................