Hey everyone,
To paraphrase Alvin and the Chipmunks, it's been a while but I'm back in style.
Sick on a Plane!
In Atlanta, Georgia, a man infected with the extensively rare and drug-resistant form of Tuberculosis known as XDR TB (whoa! Badass) knew he was not supposed to travel overseas but did so anyway. Go figure. The man is currently quarantined at an Atlanta, Georgia hospital. He claims health officials had said they "preferred" he not travel, but knew about his plans to go overseas for his wedding and honeymoon. Legallyl, he could not be stopped from flying. Ok, let me get this straight: They "prefer" you not fly with a highly infectious form of TB, but they absolutely will not let you on the plane w/ more than 3 ounces of shampoo. Our post 9/11 world is a strange place indeed.
Tubby Majority
Jerry Falwell, the evangelical minister and founder of the Moral Majority, the Christian right political movement, died a couple weeks back at the age of 73. He had a history of heart problems, which is no surprise, what with all the gays running around getting married and them women folk getting the abortions. Of all the important things that Falwell accomplished in his lifetime, which include founding a university, he will mostly be remembered his anti-gay rants aimed at Tinky Winky, the purple Teletubby from that creepy kids TV show. I'm sure God would be proud.
Sofa King What?
Angelina Jolie plans to take a year off from acting to spend more time with Brad Pitt and their little trophies…err, kids. I'm not much of a thespian. I can't even act like I care.
Paris Hilton is "emotionally distraught and traumatized" over her 45-day jail sentence, said her psychiatrist. Hilton was sentenced due to violating terms of her probation stemming from an alcoholic-related driving incident. Does anyone really feel bad for Paris Hilton? Seriously? You know what makes me emotionally distraught and traumatized? The fact that I live in a world where people are so enthralled with a fugly anorexic socialite whose only real claim to fame is that her parents fucked.
Once a Cheetah, Always a Cheetah!
New research shows that female cheetahs in the wild are very promiscuous and nearly half of their litters are made up of cubs with different cheetah baby daddies.
The Zoological Society of London said, "While the serial infidelities of the females does ensure a broader genetic mix to help the survival of the endangered species, it comes at a cost."
Multiple cheetah sexual partners mean more risk of parasites and various Cheetah STDs, such as Cheetah herpes and Cheetah AIDS.
Plus, after the female cheetahs get freaky with all the male cheetahs in the immediate vicinity, they have to travel further to find cheetahs who they haven't done the dirty cheetah deed with, leaving themselves open to attack, meanwhile their cubs are left home alone without a cheetah father figure to look up to and they end up getting into all sorts of trouble, such as vandalizing trees and raping elk.
Lights out!
In New Zealand, a utility company cut off power to the home of Folole Muliaga, a woman connected to an electric oxygen pump, causing her death. The company insists it was not aware she was dependent on the machine. The family claims the company is calling them liars. The electric company then said: "Yeah, whatever, as if."
The 44-year-old mother of four died two hours after a contractor working for Mercury Energy cut power to the house over an unpaid bill worth 168.40 New Zealand dollars, which is $123 U.S.
Ok, so not to sound like a total asshole, but putting aside the issue of whether the power company knew of the woman's condition or not, if you were on a machine that was dependent on electricity, wouldn't you make it a priority to pay your electric bill? Or at least get a back up generator or battery? The electricity can go out for a variety of reasons and I'd want to be sure that if I needed electricity to live, I'd be well protected in case of inclement weather or any other circumstance that could render me without power. Regardless, her death was not in vain; it will make a great "Ripped from the Headlines" Law and Order episode! Dun-dun!
This month in life…
Though I haven't been blogging much in the past month, a lot has been going on. I've made about four trips to Miami to visit my girlfriend, whom I plan to move down to live with in the next few months. She's a great girl and I've always wanted to move to warmer climate. Recently, Miami was given the distinction of having the worst road rage of all major metropolitan areas. So I'll fit right in, except I'll actually be a legal resident with valid U.S driver's license.
Coincidentally, my mother, her boyfriend and my brother will also be moving to Florida this summer, which is great.
While on the topic of relationships (sort of), sometimes you do things for those you love that you normally wouldn't do. For example, last week I watched my first ever episode of So You Think You Can Dance, or as I prefer to call it: So You Call That a Camel Toe? Seriously, watch the show. You'll see what I mean. Oddly enough, I enjoyed the program. It's like American Idol, but entertaining.
Also, I recently announced that Championship Vinyl, the acoustic group that I've been a member of since 2003 w/ my best mate Beau, will be disbanding this summer. This is a bittersweet turn of events. Both Beau and I have plans to leave the state and move on to new phases in our lives, which is awesome, but it will also put a 13-year song writing partnership on hiatus. I don't want to say it's the end, because Beau and I will certainly be writing music and, technology permitting, new Champ Vinyl music is not out of the question.
In the meantime, we will be uploading new music (new songs, as well as live cuts from recent shows) and playing a couple farewell shows in Middletown. For more details, please check out Championship Vinyl's myspace page (www.myspace.com/championshipvinyl) and add us as a friend if you haven't already.
I aim to keep writing music and even playing some shows. I may or may not try and find new people to play with once I move to Miami, but for now I'm thinking the solo route may be the best way to go. That way I can get famous and check into rehab when the pressure of it all becomes too much for me to handle.
Also, I've been keeping up with my writing. Check out my CD reviews on http://www.theywillrockyou.com/, a kick ass music site.
Hope you all enjoyed the long weekend. Thanks for reading!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Virginia Tech
As I'm writing this, it's April 20th; eight years to the day that Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris massacred 12 classmates and teachers at Columbine High school, and only four days after Seung-Hui Cho nearly tripled the body count during his rampage on the campus of Virginia Tech. The news is running with the stories and asking the questions that are on everyone's minds: What could have been done stop it? Who was Seung-Hui Cho? Why didn't anyone see the warning signs? Pardon the cliché, but hindsight is 20/20, and it's easier now than ever to go back and put together the pieces that we didn't even know were part of the puzzle.
There are plenty solutions to curbing this kind of violence; from the pointless zero tolerance rules, which only really infringe upon students' rights and piss everyone off, to the insane, such as one Hartford Courant writer advocating for the arming teachers and faculty for protection. (That in itself deserves an entire blog devoted to it. Stay tuned). The problem here is this is not the Sci-Fi movie Minority Report. You can't look into the future to who will commit what crimes and lock them up accordingly. You can't lock up every kid who wears a black trench coat, every boy who thinks guns are cool, and every kid who feels sad or who doesn't have many friends. You can't even take away people's rights by not selling a gun to someone who doesn't look wholesome. The warning signs are there, but these tragedies keep happening and it seems like only afterwards does it become clear just how dangerous these individuals were. Hell, even Cho went to therapy and was and labeled 'an imminent danger' and declared mentally ill by a Virginia special justice.
The easy solution to end this kind of school violence, in my opinion, is not possible. I believe the solution is to just ignore the violence. As I said, it's impossible. It'd be a real disservice to the victims and their families if we as a society (media included) just glossed over the incident and moved on without analyzing why it happened, who the victims were, who the killer was and what drove him to perpetrate what is now the worst school killing in history. On the other hand, all this attention is what these kids crave. Yes, the victims deserve to be recognized and memorialized. It is necessary and comforting to the families and friends. These 32 victims were not just nameless casualties, they were human beings with their own lives, own problems, and their set of better honed tools for dealing with those problems; tools that didn't included automatic weapons. They were friends, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, girlfriends and boyfriends. Yet, ultimately these moving tributes don't do much to dissuade future school shootings. This information will probably only validate our nation's future Cho's that killing is the answer. After all, if the victims didn't matter, then what would be the point? To me, it seems like a Catch 22; damned if you do, damned if you don't. Again, pardon the clichés.
I can't help but feel like this just plays into the killer's designs. He was a coward, a weak man who obviously couldn't handle life. Perhaps he just needed help and didn't know how to ask for it. More likely, he was offered help and didn't take it. What he did take were the lives of 32 other people.
In between rampages, Cho mailed a package, a "multi-media manifesto," to NBC. It contained videos, pictures and documents all detailing his motives and reasoning behind the violence. It gave America a glimpse into his psyche; if you've seen the news lately, you'll know that this was one fucked up kid. It almost serves as a warning to potential victims. 'Hey jocks/rich kids, you better watch out who you make fun of. They could be harboring homicidal tendencies.' Perhaps by explaining himself, Cho thought he could make people see his point of view and shift some of the blame onto the victims.
Ultimately, Cho is getting what he wanted. The world, especially the families of those 32 people, will remember his name. They may curse it, but they'll be remembering it. He's getting the recognition in death that he failed to in life. All this probing of his life, especially in the few years leading up the shootings, will only serve to validate that this shit stain somehow made a difference in this world. So until someone comes along and shoots up at least 33 fellow classmates, then Cho's name will forever be synonymous with the worst school shooting this country has seen.
It's a vicious cycle. While the media has the obligation to inform the public, I really believe that they're also playing a small (or perhaps not so small) part in creating the next massacre. Somewhere out there is the next Cho, perhaps sitting down in front of the TV right now, watching the news coverage and relishing the idea of having his name up on the screen one day. If attention and infamy is what you crave, shooting some classmates is pretty much guaranteed to provide it.
Let's just hope Bush doesn't consider the attack on Virginia Tech an act of terrorism and an excuse to send more troops overseas. Ok, I had to try and lighten things up a bit.
Parent of the Year….
In England, a mother forced her two year old son and three year old daughter to fight while she videotaped them, along with three friends, and shouted gay slurs at her son. They four women were given one year suspended sentences for child cruelty, which in layman's turns, means jack fucking shit. It's sickening to think that parenting is a right, while it should be a privilege. Just because you're biologically fit to be a parent doesn't mean you have any business being one. This is utterly fucking disgusting. I really can't think of any other way to put it, except that it makes Alec Baldwin look like father of the year.
There are plenty solutions to curbing this kind of violence; from the pointless zero tolerance rules, which only really infringe upon students' rights and piss everyone off, to the insane, such as one Hartford Courant writer advocating for the arming teachers and faculty for protection. (That in itself deserves an entire blog devoted to it. Stay tuned). The problem here is this is not the Sci-Fi movie Minority Report. You can't look into the future to who will commit what crimes and lock them up accordingly. You can't lock up every kid who wears a black trench coat, every boy who thinks guns are cool, and every kid who feels sad or who doesn't have many friends. You can't even take away people's rights by not selling a gun to someone who doesn't look wholesome. The warning signs are there, but these tragedies keep happening and it seems like only afterwards does it become clear just how dangerous these individuals were. Hell, even Cho went to therapy and was and labeled 'an imminent danger' and declared mentally ill by a Virginia special justice.
The easy solution to end this kind of school violence, in my opinion, is not possible. I believe the solution is to just ignore the violence. As I said, it's impossible. It'd be a real disservice to the victims and their families if we as a society (media included) just glossed over the incident and moved on without analyzing why it happened, who the victims were, who the killer was and what drove him to perpetrate what is now the worst school killing in history. On the other hand, all this attention is what these kids crave. Yes, the victims deserve to be recognized and memorialized. It is necessary and comforting to the families and friends. These 32 victims were not just nameless casualties, they were human beings with their own lives, own problems, and their set of better honed tools for dealing with those problems; tools that didn't included automatic weapons. They were friends, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, girlfriends and boyfriends. Yet, ultimately these moving tributes don't do much to dissuade future school shootings. This information will probably only validate our nation's future Cho's that killing is the answer. After all, if the victims didn't matter, then what would be the point? To me, it seems like a Catch 22; damned if you do, damned if you don't. Again, pardon the clichés.
I can't help but feel like this just plays into the killer's designs. He was a coward, a weak man who obviously couldn't handle life. Perhaps he just needed help and didn't know how to ask for it. More likely, he was offered help and didn't take it. What he did take were the lives of 32 other people.
In between rampages, Cho mailed a package, a "multi-media manifesto," to NBC. It contained videos, pictures and documents all detailing his motives and reasoning behind the violence. It gave America a glimpse into his psyche; if you've seen the news lately, you'll know that this was one fucked up kid. It almost serves as a warning to potential victims. 'Hey jocks/rich kids, you better watch out who you make fun of. They could be harboring homicidal tendencies.' Perhaps by explaining himself, Cho thought he could make people see his point of view and shift some of the blame onto the victims.
Ultimately, Cho is getting what he wanted. The world, especially the families of those 32 people, will remember his name. They may curse it, but they'll be remembering it. He's getting the recognition in death that he failed to in life. All this probing of his life, especially in the few years leading up the shootings, will only serve to validate that this shit stain somehow made a difference in this world. So until someone comes along and shoots up at least 33 fellow classmates, then Cho's name will forever be synonymous with the worst school shooting this country has seen.
It's a vicious cycle. While the media has the obligation to inform the public, I really believe that they're also playing a small (or perhaps not so small) part in creating the next massacre. Somewhere out there is the next Cho, perhaps sitting down in front of the TV right now, watching the news coverage and relishing the idea of having his name up on the screen one day. If attention and infamy is what you crave, shooting some classmates is pretty much guaranteed to provide it.
Let's just hope Bush doesn't consider the attack on Virginia Tech an act of terrorism and an excuse to send more troops overseas. Ok, I had to try and lighten things up a bit.
Parent of the Year….
In England, a mother forced her two year old son and three year old daughter to fight while she videotaped them, along with three friends, and shouted gay slurs at her son. They four women were given one year suspended sentences for child cruelty, which in layman's turns, means jack fucking shit. It's sickening to think that parenting is a right, while it should be a privilege. Just because you're biologically fit to be a parent doesn't mean you have any business being one. This is utterly fucking disgusting. I really can't think of any other way to put it, except that it makes Alec Baldwin look like father of the year.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
'Shock jock' fired? Shocking....
Good morning, all! Just a little news for ya. In addition to my blog, I am working on writing my first CD review (since college) for a kick ass website called TheyWillRockYou.com. I will let you know when it's posted so you can check it out. In the meantime, feel free to check the site out for interviews, concert and CD reviews as well as cool photos of some great bands.
Now the fun stuff!
Brutal Honesty
We've all heard the term 'brutal honesty.' In theory, it's not a bad thing; sometimes sugarcoating the truth does more harm than good. Iraq war, anyone? That being said, I'm sick of people being tactless and using 'brutal honesty' to back up their words. There is a time and a place for no-holds-barred honesty; however, there is a difference between brutal honesty and just plain being an asshole. You know the type; the kind of person who'd say something heartless and without tact and then follow it up with, "Hey, I'm a brutally honest person." No, you're not. Don't try to bestow any kind of virtue upon yourself and use honesty as an excuse for hateful words. You're not brutally honest, you're just brutal. Brutal honesty is best appreciated when it's given in a sincere form. It doesn't always have to be kind, but it doesn't have to be malicious.
Word!
"Conversate" is not a word. Sorry folks. You can make conversation, you can converse, but you cannot conversate.
Also, when a father and son go on a fishing trip, that's called bonding, not bondage. Bondage may involve fishing wire, but....well, let's just stop there.
This may all seem obvious to you, but I've heard people misuse the above words enough times to warrant a little space in my blog.
Urine Trouble!
A new study has found that niacin, the B vitamin popular for its rumored abilities to flush one's system of toxins and provide clean urine for drug testing, is not only ineffective, but has been linked to various health complications, such as rashes and even liver failure. Oops! So not only is there no real scientific evidence that niacin works, it might be worse for your body than the drugs you're taking in the first place! Listen, Cheech, it might be worth it to lay off the grass for a while if you want to get that job at Jiffy Lube.
Here we go again….
What a debacle this whole Imus ordeal has become. Radio personality and 'shock jock' Don Imus, called the Rutgers' women's basketball team a bunch of 'nappy headed ho's.' Well, the backlash has been pretty severe. I mean, calling someone a ho outside the context of a rap song? What kind of world are we living in?!
The latest is that CBS has cancelled Imus' radio show. It's a sad day for freedom of speech. The good news is that the Rutgers women's basketball team have accepted his apology; after he was fired, of course. No reason not to now. He's been made an example of.
First off, since when is calling a woman (of any race) a 'ho' worthy of this kind of attention or shock? You ever listen to rap music? Calling someone a ho is actually a term of endearment, or at least it is used as such. If you want to stop this kind of verbal abuse towards black women, and women in general, you have only to look towards rappers, most of whom are also black. This is one area that I actually agree with Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson about. I'm not an advocate for censorship, but I feel there is a double standard that exists that needs to end.
I've heard the audio of the remark. I believe Imus when he says he was making a joke. Granted, it was in very poor taste, but our culture is extremely two-faced when it comes to what words, and in what context, we will and will not accept. It's also dependent on who is saying them. Let's stop pretending it was the words that were really the offensive part and focus on the fact that it was an old white guy saying them. He gets labeled a racist and misogynist, whereas if he were black, he'd be…well, a hip hop superstar.
Imus is one of those types that is hired and gets ratings because of his controversial views, yet society acts appalled and shocked when he actually says or does something controversial. Should he have thought harder before he spoke? Probably. Do his words deserve the media attention they're getting? Not by a long shot.
By the way, has anyone even brought up the fact that the guy Imus was speaking with called the women's basketball team 'jigaboos?' That seems a lot worse than anything Imus said. Oh well....
Now the fun stuff!
Brutal Honesty
We've all heard the term 'brutal honesty.' In theory, it's not a bad thing; sometimes sugarcoating the truth does more harm than good. Iraq war, anyone? That being said, I'm sick of people being tactless and using 'brutal honesty' to back up their words. There is a time and a place for no-holds-barred honesty; however, there is a difference between brutal honesty and just plain being an asshole. You know the type; the kind of person who'd say something heartless and without tact and then follow it up with, "Hey, I'm a brutally honest person." No, you're not. Don't try to bestow any kind of virtue upon yourself and use honesty as an excuse for hateful words. You're not brutally honest, you're just brutal. Brutal honesty is best appreciated when it's given in a sincere form. It doesn't always have to be kind, but it doesn't have to be malicious.
Word!
"Conversate" is not a word. Sorry folks. You can make conversation, you can converse, but you cannot conversate.
Also, when a father and son go on a fishing trip, that's called bonding, not bondage. Bondage may involve fishing wire, but....well, let's just stop there.
This may all seem obvious to you, but I've heard people misuse the above words enough times to warrant a little space in my blog.
Urine Trouble!
A new study has found that niacin, the B vitamin popular for its rumored abilities to flush one's system of toxins and provide clean urine for drug testing, is not only ineffective, but has been linked to various health complications, such as rashes and even liver failure. Oops! So not only is there no real scientific evidence that niacin works, it might be worse for your body than the drugs you're taking in the first place! Listen, Cheech, it might be worth it to lay off the grass for a while if you want to get that job at Jiffy Lube.
Here we go again….
What a debacle this whole Imus ordeal has become. Radio personality and 'shock jock' Don Imus, called the Rutgers' women's basketball team a bunch of 'nappy headed ho's.' Well, the backlash has been pretty severe. I mean, calling someone a ho outside the context of a rap song? What kind of world are we living in?!
The latest is that CBS has cancelled Imus' radio show. It's a sad day for freedom of speech. The good news is that the Rutgers women's basketball team have accepted his apology; after he was fired, of course. No reason not to now. He's been made an example of.
First off, since when is calling a woman (of any race) a 'ho' worthy of this kind of attention or shock? You ever listen to rap music? Calling someone a ho is actually a term of endearment, or at least it is used as such. If you want to stop this kind of verbal abuse towards black women, and women in general, you have only to look towards rappers, most of whom are also black. This is one area that I actually agree with Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson about. I'm not an advocate for censorship, but I feel there is a double standard that exists that needs to end.
I've heard the audio of the remark. I believe Imus when he says he was making a joke. Granted, it was in very poor taste, but our culture is extremely two-faced when it comes to what words, and in what context, we will and will not accept. It's also dependent on who is saying them. Let's stop pretending it was the words that were really the offensive part and focus on the fact that it was an old white guy saying them. He gets labeled a racist and misogynist, whereas if he were black, he'd be…well, a hip hop superstar.
Imus is one of those types that is hired and gets ratings because of his controversial views, yet society acts appalled and shocked when he actually says or does something controversial. Should he have thought harder before he spoke? Probably. Do his words deserve the media attention they're getting? Not by a long shot.
By the way, has anyone even brought up the fact that the guy Imus was speaking with called the women's basketball team 'jigaboos?' That seems a lot worse than anything Imus said. Oh well....
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Am I the Only One: Part V: Lord of the Rants
Am I the only one sick of music reviews, critics, and most of all, fans who think they're critics? Seriously, log onto amazon.com sometime and read through user reviews. Every fucking music review should just read "(insert band)'s latest release is not as good as their last one." It's not even worth reading them anymore. Go online to I-tunes or Amazon.com and listen to music clips. Make up your own mind. It pays off. Listening to a bunch of tweenagers complain that My Chemical Romance's latest release just doesn't speak to their generation like the last album did is enough to make one sterile. Seriously, if I read the words "overproduced" and "sell out" one more time, I'm going puncture my ear drums with a screwdriver. To all bands: you cannot please your fans. Stop trying. Make music for yourselves and yourselves only. In fact, you're probably better off putting out a debut album, getting great reviews (nothing to compare it to of course) and then breaking up and reforming under a new name. Blame the fans for it, too, just to make them feel bad.
Am I the only who doesn't give a shit who the father of Anna Nicole's baby is? I'll admit I was once curious, but no more. I know that I'm not the father, and that's good enough for me. The only possible way to get me care about this is if it turns out her son was the baby's father. But, I don't think we'll be that lucky.
Am I the only one sick of reading about kids having sex? I don't care if it's with each other, or with teachers, animals, or trees. It's just getting obnoxious. I'm sick of reading about awkward pre-pubescent sex romps in our nation's schools. Though I suppose if they're old enough to do drugs and kill each other, then sex is probably the least harmful thing they could be doing; but only after they finish their geometry homework. I really hope their parents are firm on that rule. Regardless, I don't need to hear about it. I'm only concerned with the sex lives of two individuals: myself and my girlfriend. Can you see why I wouldn't make a good catholic? Ok, Ok, I'll stop. No more religion jokes today.
Am I the only one who is more than a little disturbed by people who admit to being bad drivers? Not to sound like a sexist, but I've heard this from a lot of girls. They think it's just hilarious that they are totally frightened to drive on the highway and that merging just about causes them to void their bowels. Yes, we get it. You need a big strong man to drive you home from work. Enough of that rubbish. You wanted your driver's license, so act like a responsible adult. There's nothing funny about poor driving.
Am I the only one who doesn't care about Oprah's book club? Seriously, the woman's busy. Between opening up all these schools, her TV show, her magazine, and her line of sex toys, her construction company, and her zoo for black orphans, do you think Oprah actually reads these books? I don't. I'm willing to bet someone on her staff writes up recommendations for Oprah to read aloud and pretend that she actually has read the book. Maybe she even has the author on to talk about the book. Who knows? I've never watched her TV show. All I know is that Oprah's Underpaid Staff's Book Club doesn't quite sound as exciting to those diligently waiting for directions. Some of you might disagree. Possibly Oprah does read the books herself. So what? Seriously, go to a library. They have plenty of books, many of which I'm sure are better than anything Oprah or her staff can come up with. Don't be afraid to think for yourself. It might be a little scary at first, but it's quite rewarding.
AM I the only one psyched that it's baseball season? Fuck yeah! Go Red Sox!
Am I the only one annoyed by rolling briefcases/bags? Seriously, when did this start? Why does everyone at work look like they're on their way to the airport? If you're just going to go upstairs and sit all day long at a computer (like me), it wouldn't kill you to exert your body a bit. And never mind the fact that anyone walking behind one of these jetsetters can't get by them without practically tripping over these stupid bags. Seriously, folks, a 10 lb laptop computer and a half-frozen Lean Cuisine do not necessitate rolling luggage.
I know I said no more religion jokes but….
Am I the only the one who wonders why we have no chocolate Jesus' on Easter? Seriously, Jesus, bunnies, eggs and chocolate are the big Easter icons. We have chocolate bunnies and chocolate eggs. Why no chocolate Jesus'? Perhaps nailed to a delicious wafer cross? A peanut butter filled Jesus would be delicious. I got it: Reese's Jesus. The marketing pretty much writes itself.
On that note, Happy Easter!!
Am I the only who doesn't give a shit who the father of Anna Nicole's baby is? I'll admit I was once curious, but no more. I know that I'm not the father, and that's good enough for me. The only possible way to get me care about this is if it turns out her son was the baby's father. But, I don't think we'll be that lucky.
Am I the only one sick of reading about kids having sex? I don't care if it's with each other, or with teachers, animals, or trees. It's just getting obnoxious. I'm sick of reading about awkward pre-pubescent sex romps in our nation's schools. Though I suppose if they're old enough to do drugs and kill each other, then sex is probably the least harmful thing they could be doing; but only after they finish their geometry homework. I really hope their parents are firm on that rule. Regardless, I don't need to hear about it. I'm only concerned with the sex lives of two individuals: myself and my girlfriend. Can you see why I wouldn't make a good catholic? Ok, Ok, I'll stop. No more religion jokes today.
Am I the only one who is more than a little disturbed by people who admit to being bad drivers? Not to sound like a sexist, but I've heard this from a lot of girls. They think it's just hilarious that they are totally frightened to drive on the highway and that merging just about causes them to void their bowels. Yes, we get it. You need a big strong man to drive you home from work. Enough of that rubbish. You wanted your driver's license, so act like a responsible adult. There's nothing funny about poor driving.
Am I the only one who doesn't care about Oprah's book club? Seriously, the woman's busy. Between opening up all these schools, her TV show, her magazine, and her line of sex toys, her construction company, and her zoo for black orphans, do you think Oprah actually reads these books? I don't. I'm willing to bet someone on her staff writes up recommendations for Oprah to read aloud and pretend that she actually has read the book. Maybe she even has the author on to talk about the book. Who knows? I've never watched her TV show. All I know is that Oprah's Underpaid Staff's Book Club doesn't quite sound as exciting to those diligently waiting for directions. Some of you might disagree. Possibly Oprah does read the books herself. So what? Seriously, go to a library. They have plenty of books, many of which I'm sure are better than anything Oprah or her staff can come up with. Don't be afraid to think for yourself. It might be a little scary at first, but it's quite rewarding.
AM I the only one psyched that it's baseball season? Fuck yeah! Go Red Sox!
Am I the only one annoyed by rolling briefcases/bags? Seriously, when did this start? Why does everyone at work look like they're on their way to the airport? If you're just going to go upstairs and sit all day long at a computer (like me), it wouldn't kill you to exert your body a bit. And never mind the fact that anyone walking behind one of these jetsetters can't get by them without practically tripping over these stupid bags. Seriously, folks, a 10 lb laptop computer and a half-frozen Lean Cuisine do not necessitate rolling luggage.
I know I said no more religion jokes but….
Am I the only the one who wonders why we have no chocolate Jesus' on Easter? Seriously, Jesus, bunnies, eggs and chocolate are the big Easter icons. We have chocolate bunnies and chocolate eggs. Why no chocolate Jesus'? Perhaps nailed to a delicious wafer cross? A peanut butter filled Jesus would be delicious. I got it: Reese's Jesus. The marketing pretty much writes itself.
On that note, Happy Easter!!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Too Much Information (About Me)
Hey all,
Like most guys, I think it'd be cool to have a son. Sometimes I think about being a father, how I want to raise my kids and the experiences I want them have. While chatting with my girlfriend the other day, I began detailing to her how the internet is ruining an important rite of passage for growing boys; the joy discovering the beauty of naked women courtesy of Playboy & Penthouse magazines.
When I was a youth, a few of my friends had fathers with Playboy magazines hidden in their closets or under their beds. My friends and I would sneak into their rooms and peek at the magazines, sometimes only pulling up the lower or upper edges of the page with hopes of catching a glimpse of bare flesh and fears of getting caught doing so. I remember one day my friend snuck a Playboy into the woods. I was in awe. The covers of the magazines were sexy and provocative and photos inside were like nothing I'd ever seen before. There was something forbidden and alluring about viewing those pictures. It was a time before I'd ever really thought about sex and never imagined anything beyond kissing a girl.
Sadly, with the advent of the internet, and the ease in which pornography can be accessed, it's just not the same anymore. I do not want my child to discover pornography searching the internet for information on the 'beaver' for his 3rd grade science report. I do not want my future son to discover the beauty of the female body via some triple-x website. Conversing with my child about the naked female form should be a time for father and son to bond, and a moment without the awkwardness of having to explain what a gang bang is. Pornographic websites are about getting off, plain and simple. As a young kid, that was not the object of the looking at the nude women on the glossy magazine pages. It was about curiosity and discovery, not sexual gratification. That's an innocence that, once it is gone, cannot be recaptured. Then again, sex fucking rocks, so no complaints here.
Too Much Information!!
I don't usually talk about my personal life too much in my blogs. Sure, I'll rant and rave about current events and hot button issues, which obviously give a glimpse into the way my mind works (scary, huh?), but you probably won't glean much about my personal life from my blogging. I've decided to change that with this week's blog. Rather than fill out some lame MySpace survey about my current crush or my favorite flavor of ice cream, I've decided simply to jot down 17 random things about me in a feature I'm calling…"17 Random Things About Me." Why 17? Simple. I was born on the seventeenth day of November. That's a free-bee. That doesn't count as one of my random things. Some of these things may come as a surprise, while others may not. Happy reading!
17 Random Things About Me
1. I do not drink alcohol or do drugs. I've had a few clove cigarettes with friends, but nothing otherwise. I'm not trying position myself on any moral high ground. These are the choices I have made and I'm proud of them, though I understand that they're not for everyone.
2. I have a rare liver disorder called Biliary Atresia. It basically means 'the partial or total absence' of bile ducts. I was a jaundiced (yellow) baby, but was very happy and always smiling. When I was six weeks old, I had surgery in which they repaired my bile ducts using my small intestine. It left me with a chance to live and a cool scar! And yes, this directly relates to #1.
3. My favorite ethnic food is sushi. At lunch the other day, my portion of the bill alone was almost $50. This is one area in which I have very little self control. If I won lotto, I would hire a full time on-call sushi chef.
4. I love Three's Company. I own the entire series on DVD. Yes, you can predict most of the jokes and yes, they're often cheesy. But none of that matters when I'm watching John Ritter's hilarious physical comedy and zany antics. Two dates one on night, Jack? Why don't you pawn one girl off on Larry? She thinks you are Larry? Only Jack Tripper…
5. When I was in fourth grade, I won $100 at school for selling the most candy bars for our fundraiser. I spent my winnings on G.I. Joe figures and accessories.
6. I love 80's metal. I grew up hangin' out with guys who were four and five years older than me and they introduced me to the wonderful world of rock n' roll and heavy metal. There will always be a place in my heart for Josh, Chuck, Brett, Ricky, Derek, Matt and the rest of the gang from Woodbury Circle. I remember countless Saturday nights with the radio tuned to WCCC's 'Pirate Radio' program, which broadcasted all the new tunes from bands like Poison, Ratt, Slaughter, Iron Maiden, Guns N' Roses, Enuff Z' Nuff, Warrant, Faster Pussycat, Skid Row, White Lion, Motley Crue, Great White, Whitesnake, Cinderella, Metallica, Megadeth, WASP, Anthrax and tons of others. Then, back when MTV actually gave a shit about music enough to play it, there was Headbanger's Ball, which captivated to me to no end and brought another dimension to my love of all things rock n' roll. Funny enough, of that group of guys, I'm probably the only one who hasn't ditched the hair metal for hip hop. Throw your devil horns in the air and wave 'em like ya just don't care!
7. My favorite comedian is George Carlin. I've seen him perform four times so far, including just a couple of weeks ago in New York. I admire the way he looks at the world. He's a bit cynical, a bit pessimistic, yet there's some optimism there if you look hard enough. He's not afraid to say what's on his mind and he's got a unique way of seeing through the bullshit that I find so incredibly refreshing. He makes me laugh out loud, yet he's so smart and thought provoking.
8. My first rock concert was Live w/ P.J. Harvey and Veruca Salt at the Meadows Music Theater (now known as Dodge Center) in Hartford, CT in 1995.
9. I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity to admit that I've seen Tori Amos in concert four times. My high school girlfriend was a huge fan and got me hooked. I scored front row center seats in 1995.
10. My high school rock band, Radium Therapy, performed its first headlining show on May 12, 1995 at the HK Coffeehouse in Haddam. I was 14! We played a two hour set for friends and family.
11. One of my biggest fears has always been tornadoes. A weather condition that can pick up cars and hurl them through the air into the sides of houses? Pass.
12. I once ate an entire foot long steak n' cheese sub immediately after devouring an entire foot long bologna sub from Subway. That's two feet of sandwich in under an hour. And you know what? I was still kinda hungry.
13. I used to have long hair down to my shoulders. I usually kept it pulled back in a ponytail and as far as I know there are only two (2) pictures in existence of me wearing it down, though I can't seem to locate either of them. I cut my hair short on Feb. 9, 2000.
14. I started playing guitar at about age 9 (5th grade) and began playing the bass guitar in 6th grade. I've been involved music and bands ever since. In 2006, my acoustic group, Championship Vinyl, released our first CD, which is on sale now. I also recorded a solo CD in 2006, which I will gladly send in mp3 format to anyone who wants it.
15. I've always been a bit behind where technology is concerned. I didn't have internet or use email until I was in college. I didn't own a cell phone until after I had graduated college.
16. Two of my biggest pet peeves involve the shower. The first is when a person uses the shower and then turns the shower off by turning only the water off, and not the shower function. So when I go to shower, before I can adjust the water to a temperature of my liking, I'm hit with what is usually very cold water. The second pet peeve of mine is when a person uses the shower before me and doesn't towel off before stepping onto the bathmat and leaves it soaking wet. These people are, in my book, monsters.
17. I have always wanted to live in a warmer climate. By the end of 2007, I hope to relocate to Miami, Florida
Like most guys, I think it'd be cool to have a son. Sometimes I think about being a father, how I want to raise my kids and the experiences I want them have. While chatting with my girlfriend the other day, I began detailing to her how the internet is ruining an important rite of passage for growing boys; the joy discovering the beauty of naked women courtesy of Playboy & Penthouse magazines.
When I was a youth, a few of my friends had fathers with Playboy magazines hidden in their closets or under their beds. My friends and I would sneak into their rooms and peek at the magazines, sometimes only pulling up the lower or upper edges of the page with hopes of catching a glimpse of bare flesh and fears of getting caught doing so. I remember one day my friend snuck a Playboy into the woods. I was in awe. The covers of the magazines were sexy and provocative and photos inside were like nothing I'd ever seen before. There was something forbidden and alluring about viewing those pictures. It was a time before I'd ever really thought about sex and never imagined anything beyond kissing a girl.
Sadly, with the advent of the internet, and the ease in which pornography can be accessed, it's just not the same anymore. I do not want my child to discover pornography searching the internet for information on the 'beaver' for his 3rd grade science report. I do not want my future son to discover the beauty of the female body via some triple-x website. Conversing with my child about the naked female form should be a time for father and son to bond, and a moment without the awkwardness of having to explain what a gang bang is. Pornographic websites are about getting off, plain and simple. As a young kid, that was not the object of the looking at the nude women on the glossy magazine pages. It was about curiosity and discovery, not sexual gratification. That's an innocence that, once it is gone, cannot be recaptured. Then again, sex fucking rocks, so no complaints here.
Too Much Information!!
I don't usually talk about my personal life too much in my blogs. Sure, I'll rant and rave about current events and hot button issues, which obviously give a glimpse into the way my mind works (scary, huh?), but you probably won't glean much about my personal life from my blogging. I've decided to change that with this week's blog. Rather than fill out some lame MySpace survey about my current crush or my favorite flavor of ice cream, I've decided simply to jot down 17 random things about me in a feature I'm calling…"17 Random Things About Me." Why 17? Simple. I was born on the seventeenth day of November. That's a free-bee. That doesn't count as one of my random things. Some of these things may come as a surprise, while others may not. Happy reading!
17 Random Things About Me
1. I do not drink alcohol or do drugs. I've had a few clove cigarettes with friends, but nothing otherwise. I'm not trying position myself on any moral high ground. These are the choices I have made and I'm proud of them, though I understand that they're not for everyone.
2. I have a rare liver disorder called Biliary Atresia. It basically means 'the partial or total absence' of bile ducts. I was a jaundiced (yellow) baby, but was very happy and always smiling. When I was six weeks old, I had surgery in which they repaired my bile ducts using my small intestine. It left me with a chance to live and a cool scar! And yes, this directly relates to #1.
3. My favorite ethnic food is sushi. At lunch the other day, my portion of the bill alone was almost $50. This is one area in which I have very little self control. If I won lotto, I would hire a full time on-call sushi chef.
4. I love Three's Company. I own the entire series on DVD. Yes, you can predict most of the jokes and yes, they're often cheesy. But none of that matters when I'm watching John Ritter's hilarious physical comedy and zany antics. Two dates one on night, Jack? Why don't you pawn one girl off on Larry? She thinks you are Larry? Only Jack Tripper…
5. When I was in fourth grade, I won $100 at school for selling the most candy bars for our fundraiser. I spent my winnings on G.I. Joe figures and accessories.
6. I love 80's metal. I grew up hangin' out with guys who were four and five years older than me and they introduced me to the wonderful world of rock n' roll and heavy metal. There will always be a place in my heart for Josh, Chuck, Brett, Ricky, Derek, Matt and the rest of the gang from Woodbury Circle. I remember countless Saturday nights with the radio tuned to WCCC's 'Pirate Radio' program, which broadcasted all the new tunes from bands like Poison, Ratt, Slaughter, Iron Maiden, Guns N' Roses, Enuff Z' Nuff, Warrant, Faster Pussycat, Skid Row, White Lion, Motley Crue, Great White, Whitesnake, Cinderella, Metallica, Megadeth, WASP, Anthrax and tons of others. Then, back when MTV actually gave a shit about music enough to play it, there was Headbanger's Ball, which captivated to me to no end and brought another dimension to my love of all things rock n' roll. Funny enough, of that group of guys, I'm probably the only one who hasn't ditched the hair metal for hip hop. Throw your devil horns in the air and wave 'em like ya just don't care!
7. My favorite comedian is George Carlin. I've seen him perform four times so far, including just a couple of weeks ago in New York. I admire the way he looks at the world. He's a bit cynical, a bit pessimistic, yet there's some optimism there if you look hard enough. He's not afraid to say what's on his mind and he's got a unique way of seeing through the bullshit that I find so incredibly refreshing. He makes me laugh out loud, yet he's so smart and thought provoking.
8. My first rock concert was Live w/ P.J. Harvey and Veruca Salt at the Meadows Music Theater (now known as Dodge Center) in Hartford, CT in 1995.
9. I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity to admit that I've seen Tori Amos in concert four times. My high school girlfriend was a huge fan and got me hooked. I scored front row center seats in 1995.
10. My high school rock band, Radium Therapy, performed its first headlining show on May 12, 1995 at the HK Coffeehouse in Haddam. I was 14! We played a two hour set for friends and family.
11. One of my biggest fears has always been tornadoes. A weather condition that can pick up cars and hurl them through the air into the sides of houses? Pass.
12. I once ate an entire foot long steak n' cheese sub immediately after devouring an entire foot long bologna sub from Subway. That's two feet of sandwich in under an hour. And you know what? I was still kinda hungry.
13. I used to have long hair down to my shoulders. I usually kept it pulled back in a ponytail and as far as I know there are only two (2) pictures in existence of me wearing it down, though I can't seem to locate either of them. I cut my hair short on Feb. 9, 2000.
14. I started playing guitar at about age 9 (5th grade) and began playing the bass guitar in 6th grade. I've been involved music and bands ever since. In 2006, my acoustic group, Championship Vinyl, released our first CD, which is on sale now. I also recorded a solo CD in 2006, which I will gladly send in mp3 format to anyone who wants it.
15. I've always been a bit behind where technology is concerned. I didn't have internet or use email until I was in college. I didn't own a cell phone until after I had graduated college.
16. Two of my biggest pet peeves involve the shower. The first is when a person uses the shower and then turns the shower off by turning only the water off, and not the shower function. So when I go to shower, before I can adjust the water to a temperature of my liking, I'm hit with what is usually very cold water. The second pet peeve of mine is when a person uses the shower before me and doesn't towel off before stepping onto the bathmat and leaves it soaking wet. These people are, in my book, monsters.
17. I have always wanted to live in a warmer climate. By the end of 2007, I hope to relocate to Miami, Florida
Sunday, March 11, 2007
D & G
That's a rape!
Fashion duo Dolce and Gabbana pulled an advertising campaign that depicted a woman lying on the ground with one man arched over her, holding her wrist, as a few other men looked on. While D & G called it an 'erotic dream', critics dubbed this a 'fantasy' rape. Rape. Wow. Now, I realize that there are groups whose jobs it is to be offended by everything, but don't you think you're trivializing rape here? I mean, rape is a horrible and violent act perpetrated on both men and women. I can't help but feel like the emotional impact of the word might be lost a bit if someone calls rape every time a guy exerts, or appears to exert, any kind of power (physical or otherwise) over a woman in an advertisement.
On a personal note, I've heard numerous women say that they like a guy who isn't afraid to take charge and go after what he wants in the bedroom. I don't recall any of those women saying they want to be raped. Despite what National Organization for Women might want you to think, there's a big difference. So let's stop using "rape" as a buzzword to satisfy personal agendas and save it for when it actually means something.
Here's the link to the article for anyone who wants to read an interview with D & G.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17490782/site/newsweek/page/1/
Rings a Bell!
This kind of thing gets me thinking back to my graduate student days. During college, I took a couple courses that basically consisted of sitting around, looking at ads, and trying to find ways in which they demeaned women in order to have some debate. And guess what? If you try really hard and take your mind to ridiculous realms of thought, you can pretty much say that any ad that even features a female is offensive. Hint: the girl who used the word 'patriarchal' in the first class of the semester was a sure sign that things were gonna get interesting.
And they did. One class, she comes out with the idea that diamond rings are "rings of oppression." She explained that in the long long ago, men would tie their women up to symbolize that the women were like property. Fast-forward many moons, and now diamond rings are a remaining symbol of a man's ownership over a woman. While I agree that the former is possible, the latter is just pure bullshit. Always the one to try and stir things up, I asked, "So when your boyfriend proposes with a ring, you won't accept it?" She shot back with, "I'm going to marry a musician so he won't be able to afford one," which is a total cop-out response and a thinly veiled attempt not to make a hypocritical ass out of herself.
Try This At Home!
This is for the men. When it comes time to take that next step in your relationship, instead of buying your girlfriend an engagement ring, use the money for a down payment on a house, or perhaps start a savings account for your future child. Explain the reasoning behind not adorning her finger with a diamond. Then see if you can count to ten before she dumps you.
Or better yet, if you're already married, steal your wife's ring and pawn it for cash. Then use that cash to buy something less oppressive, like a flat screen plasma TV or a Playstation 3. Explain it's for the greater good of her gender. I'm willing to bet she says something like, "What stupid cunt told you that?"
Oops!
Oh, and by the way, men wear wedding rings, too. Ms. Feminist never accounted for that simple, yet vital, fact. Who's oppressing whom? Fucking idiot.
What's a timing belt?
Most of the debate of women's depictions in advertisements center on gender roles and stereotypes. These issues are not limited to the media. Speaking from my experiences, it seems as if certain women appreciate gender stereotypes, but only when not applied to them. For example, a girl expecting me to open the car door or pay for everything on a date is supposedly less sexist than me expecting her to be able to cook or sew. Women want men to have the best of both masculine and feminine traits, but expecting women to have some of those same feminine qualities is somehow sexist and wrong. Some may have the opinion that a guy is less of a man in if he can't fix a car, which seems to be somewhat acceptable, yet if I were to imply that a certain female were any less of a woman because she couldn't cook, then suddenly I'm the asshole.
Come one people, let's get real. Our genders beget certain expectations. It's reality. It's the basis of attraction and of traditional gender roles, many of which are perfectly reasonable and not archaic in the least. It's the reason when I go out, I don't look for the chick with the mullet arm wrestling the bouncer for fun, nor do most girls look for the guy braiding his friend's hair in the corner booth. It's not always right, but it's not always wrong. I'm not into cars, but I don't get offended when an ad depicts an ultra muscular handsome guy as the driver/owner of Brand X car. Everyone benefits from gender stereotypes, yet we all lose out a little, too. There will always be gender roles that you'll fit, while others you may not. There are always gonna be expectations that you'll meet and exceed, while others will always be unrealistic. Most girls are not size zero supermodel types, but most guys don't have six pack abs and bulging biceps. While gender relations are not perfect, the playing field is more level than it's ever been. So let's just all shut the fuck up and enjoy each other for what we are: human beings.
Fashion duo Dolce and Gabbana pulled an advertising campaign that depicted a woman lying on the ground with one man arched over her, holding her wrist, as a few other men looked on. While D & G called it an 'erotic dream', critics dubbed this a 'fantasy' rape. Rape. Wow. Now, I realize that there are groups whose jobs it is to be offended by everything, but don't you think you're trivializing rape here? I mean, rape is a horrible and violent act perpetrated on both men and women. I can't help but feel like the emotional impact of the word might be lost a bit if someone calls rape every time a guy exerts, or appears to exert, any kind of power (physical or otherwise) over a woman in an advertisement.
On a personal note, I've heard numerous women say that they like a guy who isn't afraid to take charge and go after what he wants in the bedroom. I don't recall any of those women saying they want to be raped. Despite what National Organization for Women might want you to think, there's a big difference. So let's stop using "rape" as a buzzword to satisfy personal agendas and save it for when it actually means something.
Here's the link to the article for anyone who wants to read an interview with D & G.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17490782/site/newsweek/page/1/
Rings a Bell!
This kind of thing gets me thinking back to my graduate student days. During college, I took a couple courses that basically consisted of sitting around, looking at ads, and trying to find ways in which they demeaned women in order to have some debate. And guess what? If you try really hard and take your mind to ridiculous realms of thought, you can pretty much say that any ad that even features a female is offensive. Hint: the girl who used the word 'patriarchal' in the first class of the semester was a sure sign that things were gonna get interesting.
And they did. One class, she comes out with the idea that diamond rings are "rings of oppression." She explained that in the long long ago, men would tie their women up to symbolize that the women were like property. Fast-forward many moons, and now diamond rings are a remaining symbol of a man's ownership over a woman. While I agree that the former is possible, the latter is just pure bullshit. Always the one to try and stir things up, I asked, "So when your boyfriend proposes with a ring, you won't accept it?" She shot back with, "I'm going to marry a musician so he won't be able to afford one," which is a total cop-out response and a thinly veiled attempt not to make a hypocritical ass out of herself.
Try This At Home!
This is for the men. When it comes time to take that next step in your relationship, instead of buying your girlfriend an engagement ring, use the money for a down payment on a house, or perhaps start a savings account for your future child. Explain the reasoning behind not adorning her finger with a diamond. Then see if you can count to ten before she dumps you.
Or better yet, if you're already married, steal your wife's ring and pawn it for cash. Then use that cash to buy something less oppressive, like a flat screen plasma TV or a Playstation 3. Explain it's for the greater good of her gender. I'm willing to bet she says something like, "What stupid cunt told you that?"
Oops!
Oh, and by the way, men wear wedding rings, too. Ms. Feminist never accounted for that simple, yet vital, fact. Who's oppressing whom? Fucking idiot.
What's a timing belt?
Most of the debate of women's depictions in advertisements center on gender roles and stereotypes. These issues are not limited to the media. Speaking from my experiences, it seems as if certain women appreciate gender stereotypes, but only when not applied to them. For example, a girl expecting me to open the car door or pay for everything on a date is supposedly less sexist than me expecting her to be able to cook or sew. Women want men to have the best of both masculine and feminine traits, but expecting women to have some of those same feminine qualities is somehow sexist and wrong. Some may have the opinion that a guy is less of a man in if he can't fix a car, which seems to be somewhat acceptable, yet if I were to imply that a certain female were any less of a woman because she couldn't cook, then suddenly I'm the asshole.
Come one people, let's get real. Our genders beget certain expectations. It's reality. It's the basis of attraction and of traditional gender roles, many of which are perfectly reasonable and not archaic in the least. It's the reason when I go out, I don't look for the chick with the mullet arm wrestling the bouncer for fun, nor do most girls look for the guy braiding his friend's hair in the corner booth. It's not always right, but it's not always wrong. I'm not into cars, but I don't get offended when an ad depicts an ultra muscular handsome guy as the driver/owner of Brand X car. Everyone benefits from gender stereotypes, yet we all lose out a little, too. There will always be gender roles that you'll fit, while others you may not. There are always gonna be expectations that you'll meet and exceed, while others will always be unrealistic. Most girls are not size zero supermodel types, but most guys don't have six pack abs and bulging biceps. While gender relations are not perfect, the playing field is more level than it's ever been. So let's just all shut the fuck up and enjoy each other for what we are: human beings.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Anna, We Hardly Knew Ye...
Hey All!
I recently moved into a new apartment and have come to find out that my neighbor (who shall remain nameless due to the fact that I don't know his name) has night terrors. How do I know this? About a week after I moved in, I began hearing moaning sounds. Naturally, at first, I thought he was having sex. Good for him! As long as he keeps the noise down and I can still hear the snappy dialogue of Ass Goblins III; we can't all have girlfriends who live in state.
Anyway, after a few nights of this, I noticed that there were no other voices, female or otherwise, nor any of your usual sex talk ('Ooh, that feels good,' 'take it all', 'oops. Wrong hole!'). Now, you may wonder 'was he simply taking matters into his own hands?' I thought about that, but don't believe self gratification to be the case. Then, the other night, the moaning began around 10pm and lasted well past 4am. I know this because I was periodically awakened by it. Some of it sounded like the usual exaggerated moans, but other times he sounded downright frightened. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that my neighbor has frequent nightmares. I am only sharing this with you because it's kind of interesting. And I really wanted to use the 'wrong hole' joke. Sweet dreams!
Partly cloudy with a chance of my foot in your ass!
I don't care much for weathermen. I'm not sure what they're like in other parts of the country, but here in the Northeast, especially this time of year, weathermen seem extremely arrogant and condescending to their public. I'll be watching the news on a mild winter day, like many we've had this year and the weatherman will say something like, "You think this mild weather's going to continue? Think again!" Why not add "asshole" at the end just to drive the point home? Truthfully, I don't like their tone. I don't like to feel like I'm being talked down to by someone who basically plays with a video game all day. Or when they pull this shit: "It's going to be a messy commute tomorrow morning. Tune in at 11 to find out just how messy." No, dickweed, tell me NOW. If I stay up past 11 pm, only to find out that I'm going to have to get up extra early tomorrow because I'll have to de-ice my car and my usual 20 minute commute is gonna be doubled, then, my friend, I've just fucked myself out of quite a lot of time. I look forward to the day that weather.com and the Internet put these putzes out of work. And what about weathermen who live in climates that are pretty much stable all year long? Like San Diego. How must it feel to know your job can be replaced by a window?
No woman, No Cry
In Tennessee, a man busted into his neighbor's apartment armed with a sword after hearing what he thought were the sounds of a woman being raped! Turns out, the neighbor was just watching a pornographic movie. How awkward. That reminds me of the time that I called Animal Control on my neighbor after hearing what I thought was a cat being sodomized while the radio played. Turns out, it was just an Ashlee Simpson video. Believe me, anyone can make that mistake.
So I've gotten the impression that those from other parts of the world seem to think that we Americans don't know much about what goes on in other parts of the world. And honestly, I tend to agree with this. What with American Idol, Anna Nicole Smith's body/baby drama, and Britney Spears slowly going fucking bonkers, who has time to care about the rest of the world? Well, I do.
In the UK:
Prince Harry will be deployed to Iraq in a few months to begin serving his country by living out every adolescent boy's fantasy of driving a fuckin' tank! Bloody awesome! And when he's not leading his battalion into battle, he'll be pretty easy to spot: he'll be the fellow goose-stepping his way across Baghdad. Seriously, Harry, leave the Nazi uniform at home. You're about 65 years too late. Cheerio!
In Amsterdam:
Beginning March 4, a gym in Amsterdam is offering training sessions for nudists. The staff will be fully clothed and there to eject anyone who comes to the gym just to ogle the nekkid people. I'm assuming the staff will be extra vigilant in making sure that patrons wipe down the machines after use. Gross! By the way, much like the topless deck on a cruise ship or a nudist beach, the people who will likely take advantage of this offer are probably not the type of people you'd like to see getting buff in the buff. And frankly, there are some exercises that no one should have to watch people do while naked. Squats anyone?
In Afghanistan:
President Cheney is unhurt after a suicide bomber blew himself the fuck up outside of the military base that Cheney was staying at. The Taliban claimed responsibility (they posted a bulletin on their MySpace page) and said Cheney was the intended target of the attack. The Afghan president put the death toll at 23, while U.S military said it's more like…nine, and also said that Cheney was NOT the intended target. So the truth lies somewhere in between what our less-than-honest and up-front government tells us and the word of a bunch of overzealous religious terrorist assholes. In other words...who wants pancakes?! I'm making pancakes for breakfast! Pancakes, anyone?
Even Without the Ringmaster, the Circus Continues:
Remembering Anna Nicole Smith
Thanks for the Mammaries…
The many phases of Smith's celebrity:
· hot and naked in Playboy
· bangin' the old guy and trying to get his money
· fat, gross and stupid on her TV show
· back to hot and skinny in diet pill ads.
She wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe. Rumor has it that Elton John and Bernie Taupin will once again collaborate to rewrite "Candle in the Wind" in tribute to Smith. "Goodbye Trim Spa's queen…." It's a nice thought.
Did you know? Smith willed her entire estate to her dead son and then her infant daughter was awarded custody of her body. Her body will be buried in a cemetery on the Moon, next to the graves of Santa Claus and Barney the Dinosaur.
Judge Babypants
When Judge Larry Seidlin awarded custody of Smith's body to the guardian ad litem for Danniellyn, Smith's infant daughter, he did so while in tears. He claimed to have "suffered" right along with the parties involved. Wow. What kind of people are they letting sit on the bench these days? Aren't judges supposed to be unbiased? Then you have this guy sobbing away like a little girl. What excuse is there for this inappropriate show of emotion? Wait! Could it be that he's the baby's real father? I wouldn't be shocked. The potential list of baby daddy's is beginning to look like a who's who of…..men. Good lord. I'm sure even Marilyn Monroe said "no" once in a while.
Final thought: If you took Britney Spears' children and put them into the custody of a manic depressive child molester with obsessive compulsive disorder, I'm betting they'd still have a better chance at leading a normal life than they do now.
I recently moved into a new apartment and have come to find out that my neighbor (who shall remain nameless due to the fact that I don't know his name) has night terrors. How do I know this? About a week after I moved in, I began hearing moaning sounds. Naturally, at first, I thought he was having sex. Good for him! As long as he keeps the noise down and I can still hear the snappy dialogue of Ass Goblins III; we can't all have girlfriends who live in state.
Anyway, after a few nights of this, I noticed that there were no other voices, female or otherwise, nor any of your usual sex talk ('Ooh, that feels good,' 'take it all', 'oops. Wrong hole!'). Now, you may wonder 'was he simply taking matters into his own hands?' I thought about that, but don't believe self gratification to be the case. Then, the other night, the moaning began around 10pm and lasted well past 4am. I know this because I was periodically awakened by it. Some of it sounded like the usual exaggerated moans, but other times he sounded downright frightened. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that my neighbor has frequent nightmares. I am only sharing this with you because it's kind of interesting. And I really wanted to use the 'wrong hole' joke. Sweet dreams!
Partly cloudy with a chance of my foot in your ass!
I don't care much for weathermen. I'm not sure what they're like in other parts of the country, but here in the Northeast, especially this time of year, weathermen seem extremely arrogant and condescending to their public. I'll be watching the news on a mild winter day, like many we've had this year and the weatherman will say something like, "You think this mild weather's going to continue? Think again!" Why not add "asshole" at the end just to drive the point home? Truthfully, I don't like their tone. I don't like to feel like I'm being talked down to by someone who basically plays with a video game all day. Or when they pull this shit: "It's going to be a messy commute tomorrow morning. Tune in at 11 to find out just how messy." No, dickweed, tell me NOW. If I stay up past 11 pm, only to find out that I'm going to have to get up extra early tomorrow because I'll have to de-ice my car and my usual 20 minute commute is gonna be doubled, then, my friend, I've just fucked myself out of quite a lot of time. I look forward to the day that weather.com and the Internet put these putzes out of work. And what about weathermen who live in climates that are pretty much stable all year long? Like San Diego. How must it feel to know your job can be replaced by a window?
No woman, No Cry
In Tennessee, a man busted into his neighbor's apartment armed with a sword after hearing what he thought were the sounds of a woman being raped! Turns out, the neighbor was just watching a pornographic movie. How awkward. That reminds me of the time that I called Animal Control on my neighbor after hearing what I thought was a cat being sodomized while the radio played. Turns out, it was just an Ashlee Simpson video. Believe me, anyone can make that mistake.
So I've gotten the impression that those from other parts of the world seem to think that we Americans don't know much about what goes on in other parts of the world. And honestly, I tend to agree with this. What with American Idol, Anna Nicole Smith's body/baby drama, and Britney Spears slowly going fucking bonkers, who has time to care about the rest of the world? Well, I do.
In the UK:
Prince Harry will be deployed to Iraq in a few months to begin serving his country by living out every adolescent boy's fantasy of driving a fuckin' tank! Bloody awesome! And when he's not leading his battalion into battle, he'll be pretty easy to spot: he'll be the fellow goose-stepping his way across Baghdad. Seriously, Harry, leave the Nazi uniform at home. You're about 65 years too late. Cheerio!
In Amsterdam:
Beginning March 4, a gym in Amsterdam is offering training sessions for nudists. The staff will be fully clothed and there to eject anyone who comes to the gym just to ogle the nekkid people. I'm assuming the staff will be extra vigilant in making sure that patrons wipe down the machines after use. Gross! By the way, much like the topless deck on a cruise ship or a nudist beach, the people who will likely take advantage of this offer are probably not the type of people you'd like to see getting buff in the buff. And frankly, there are some exercises that no one should have to watch people do while naked. Squats anyone?
In Afghanistan:
President Cheney is unhurt after a suicide bomber blew himself the fuck up outside of the military base that Cheney was staying at. The Taliban claimed responsibility (they posted a bulletin on their MySpace page) and said Cheney was the intended target of the attack. The Afghan president put the death toll at 23, while U.S military said it's more like…nine, and also said that Cheney was NOT the intended target. So the truth lies somewhere in between what our less-than-honest and up-front government tells us and the word of a bunch of overzealous religious terrorist assholes. In other words...who wants pancakes?! I'm making pancakes for breakfast! Pancakes, anyone?
Even Without the Ringmaster, the Circus Continues:
Remembering Anna Nicole Smith
Thanks for the Mammaries…
The many phases of Smith's celebrity:
· hot and naked in Playboy
· bangin' the old guy and trying to get his money
· fat, gross and stupid on her TV show
· back to hot and skinny in diet pill ads.
She wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe. Rumor has it that Elton John and Bernie Taupin will once again collaborate to rewrite "Candle in the Wind" in tribute to Smith. "Goodbye Trim Spa's queen…." It's a nice thought.
Did you know? Smith willed her entire estate to her dead son and then her infant daughter was awarded custody of her body. Her body will be buried in a cemetery on the Moon, next to the graves of Santa Claus and Barney the Dinosaur.
Judge Babypants
When Judge Larry Seidlin awarded custody of Smith's body to the guardian ad litem for Danniellyn, Smith's infant daughter, he did so while in tears. He claimed to have "suffered" right along with the parties involved. Wow. What kind of people are they letting sit on the bench these days? Aren't judges supposed to be unbiased? Then you have this guy sobbing away like a little girl. What excuse is there for this inappropriate show of emotion? Wait! Could it be that he's the baby's real father? I wouldn't be shocked. The potential list of baby daddy's is beginning to look like a who's who of…..men. Good lord. I'm sure even Marilyn Monroe said "no" once in a while.
Final thought: If you took Britney Spears' children and put them into the custody of a manic depressive child molester with obsessive compulsive disorder, I'm betting they'd still have a better chance at leading a normal life than they do now.
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