Every Day

How the fuck do people write in these things every day? Maybe I just don't have anything to say. Maybe I don't have anything interesting to say, which I think is probably about par for the course for most blogs. I mean, who really gives a rat's ass about the minutia of my life? It's not terribly interesting. The parts that are interesting I'm certainly not going to tell to you fuckers. I suppose when you get right down to it, someone who's blogging probably falls into one of two groups. Jounalists and Exhibitionists. I mean, I'm sure that there are plenty of people out there like me, who are just keeping a journal, or a diary, or that sort of thing, but I think that we must certainly be very much in the minority.

Funny how?

Another Day ...

Another final. Woo-hoo, you know, like "Whoooo-Hooo". Four more shots, and my eye is on the prize baby. Six days and five nights in Cancun when this fucker is in the can.

Victory!

Woot. My guys finally won a game. Some great pitching and clutch hitting got them a 7-0 victory to improve to 1-3.

Carrer? Bah.

There's only one, count 'em, one, reason that I'm at work today. I get my hours plus the 8 hours of pay for the vacation, which works out to, oh fuck, who fucking knows, it's a shitload of money for one day of work. Seeing as I know have a vacation for two to the '06 New Orleans Jazz Fest and a week in Cancun for six to try to save for, which is going to easily run me six large, I need to make as much money as humanly possible.

In other news, my little league team is 0-3 after losing an absolute heartbreaker last week. They gave up 4 in the top of the first and then won the rest of the game 2-1. Practice was good Sunday. If they don't win one soon it's going to turn into a mental issue. It's hard enough to get them to throw to the right base. If they keep losing I'm going to have to be a coach and a sports psychologist.The first I can hadle. The second? Jesus, I can barely look after my own metal health, much less 12 third graders.

Choices

Unfortunately, the choice I'm having to make, is selling my Lakers vs. Pistons and Lakers vs. Spurs tickets so that I can afford to go to Jazz Fest. Jeezus I need to win the lottery.

Dick

Ha, not that you fucking perverts. So Dick Cheney fucking SHOOTS a guy, who's a huge GOP fundraiser, while quail hunting. Tricky Dick may or may not have been drinking beer at lunch. It was kept from everyone, including clueless George, for almost two days. First the Whitehouse spins it as if it's "merely a flesh wound". Then the guy has a heart attack from a pellet that's next to his heart, and almost dies. Oops. Then it get's spun as if it's the other guy's fault . Just in case you don't know, when there's a hunting accident, it's never ever never never ever the fault of anyone but the shooter. Never fucking ever. You pull that trigger you better make damn sure that no one is standing in front of your gun. Jeezus. If the Dems don't sweep in the midterms ... oh wait ... of course they won't. They're fucking useless, spineless, clueless idiots. Fuck.

Jazz Fest '06

So the lineup for The New Orleans Jazz Fest was just announced. The big names are ...

Fats Domino
Jimmy Buffett
Lionel Richie
Dave Matthews Band
Paul Simon
Bob Dylan

Wow. Just wow. DMB and Buffet are on different weekends. Bah. I'm so there. Hurricane Katrina devestation? Don't fucking care. I will go and sleep in a tent on the damn levee for a lineup like that. I was there for #35 and this should blow that one away.

Abe sez ...

Just fucking do it. Make a difference.

Message

How can you change things? How can you get your message out. Get a sharpie, and write "Impeach Bush and Cheney" on every single $1, $5, $10 and $20 you spend. Write "There were no WMDs". Write "The war is a lie". Write "Bring our soldiers home". Write that shit on there, front and back, before you spend your money. Don't use a credit card or ATM card. Be creative. Take that $5 and give old Abe a voice bubble that says "Bush and Cheney have to go!". Write on that cash, and spent it.

Weekend II

At work again. You fuckers. Bah.

Cold

It's gotten warmer lately, but for a while where I live it was getting pretty cold at night. Down around 40 or so. Since we're up in the desert, it's nice during the day pretty much all winter, but at night, look out. So a couple of weeks ago, neither my wife or I wanted to cook. I can't honestly even remember why, so we jetted over to In-And-Out with the kids to grab a quick burger. I'm pretty sure it was a Friday, it was crowded. Not too many empty tables apart from the one right behind where I was sitting. Which is where the homeless guy sat down. Have I mentioned that it was fucking cold? Anyway, after a few minutes it's obvious that he's not going to buy anything, he's just trying to get in out of the cold. I figure that it's only a matter of time before the manager runs him off. So I went up to the counter and bought him a double-double, fries and a coke. I filled up the cup at the soda fountain and gave the guy the coke and the receipt and told him, "number 36 is you". Now, of course there's a point here. I'm not trying to break my arm patting myself on the back, but that restaurant was fucking full of Good Old Fashioned Americans. Christian Americans. People are throwing their leftover food away for fuck's sake and that poor bastard is just sitting there. I'm, and I hate calling myself this, but it's easier sometimes to just put a label on things, an atheist. And I was the one that stepped up. I'm so sick of the argument that you can't have morality without Christianity. That's bullshit. The utter self-servingness of it just pisses me off.

Fitz, you're our only hope.

I don't really want to get too political, or religious, in there but, since this is pretty much stream of conciousness and I think about those two things a fair amount, there's no way to escape those two subjects from leaking into this blog. I hate what the current administration has done to the country. I hate the smug expression on W's face when he talks. I want to hit that smug smirk with a brick. I hate the way that the mainstream media has turned into an echo chamber of the Bush spin machine. Lied about Iraq to sell the war? Free pass. Lied about the cost of the medicare bill? Free Pass. Hurricane Katrina? Free pass. Lied about thier Social Security plan? Free pass. Tax Cuts for the rich (full disclosure: I'm probably in the top 5%, and a raging progressive)? Free pass. Stolen elections in Ohio and Florida and who knows where else? Free pass. Is there no hope? It seems like it most days. Some days, however, the future starts to look, well not bright, but let's just say that it looks less dim. Days you read news like this.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/10/politics/10leak.html

Ole' Fitzgerald is still plugging away. And you know that , like the whole Abramhoff thing, this one goes all the way to the top. The Right just loved it when they had Ken Starr as a special prosecutor. Something tells me Fitz is going to dig up a lot more than a stain on a blue dress. Rove, Bush, Cheney, Delay, Wolfowitz, Rice, Rumsfeld. Every one of those fuckers needs to end up in jail.

Bad day.

That's what I must've caught "Sam" on. Now we've made nice and I don't need to declare a jihad against her and her infidel friends in the north. We are back to DEFCON 1.

I lub teh 80's!

80's Hair Music

Youuuuuuuuuu suck!

Why do people suck? Is the world here just to piss me off? Why do people get so angry about the wrong things? They have their priorities completely out of whack. How can a person be so agreeable but when that person becomes some people they'll do crazy shit. Like hang people, blow up buses full of kids, burn down a church or kill everyone in sight that doesn't believe in the same invisible sky fairy as they do?

I called someone on a 3D/effects mailing list "him". Indirectly even. This person's name is fucking SAM for fuck's sake. She flamed Me, pretty much accusing me of being a chauvanist for assuming someone named Sam was a man. "Imagine that ... a woman doing 3D" she says.I don't understand the need to strike out at the slightest perception of insult. That slippery slope ends with people torching embassies because of a goddamn cartoon.

I mean, people just baffle me.

Superbland

The Superbowl sucked. Is it just me, or did it seem like both teams were trying to lose? I'm still not sure how Seattle was a four point underdog. Unless it was because the oddsmakers have a magic 8-ball that says "Yes", "No", "Not Sure" and "Seattle's gonna' choke like a motherfucker in the Superbowl". The bad news is, I bet a friend from college lunch at Hot Wings on Melrose that Seattle would win. The good news is, now I have an excuse to drive up to Hot Wings for lunch.

We're all Danes now.

Weekend

Yay, it's Saturday. Where am I? Fucking work. I hate you all.

Nailed

For the 4th or 5th time in the last three years, I got a nail in the back tire of my motorcycle. That's a quick $200 down the crapper. $200. $200. $200 every fucking time I need a new motorcycle tire. Either I've made an enemy, which is entirely possible, or there's some kind of nail fairy that scatters roofing nails in the carpool lane of the 405 at night. I suppose that I could just be unlucky, except that I don't believe in luck. Unless by luck you mean an excuse people use to not try hard or to be woefully unprepared for life. I'd love to buy stock in that kind of luck. Then at least I might be able to afford some new motorcycle tires.

God

If your answer to the age-old question "does God exist" is "yes", invariably, the only logical follow up question is, "Why is he such an asshole?"

This, is a test ...

So, you can post to your blog via e-mail? Well, that's cool. That also means I can post an entry from my cell phone, which is what I'm doing right now. I'm sure that also means something, but I'm not really sure what.

Oscar

So the nominees for the Academy Awards were announced and I honestly could care less about how many Oscars the gay cowboy movie is going to get. What aggravates me, is that Episode III didn't get past the bake off for the VFX Oscar. That's just got to be some kind of crime. I mean, sure it was a shitty movie, but it was stunning to look at. Meh, the vfx branch must have it in for Lucas. Narnia, Kong and WotW, that's a tough call, but once the vote gets to the full academy it's just a popularity contest so I'd have to say that Narnia's pretty much got it wrapped up.