Misogyny is an exaggerated aversion towards women. Compared with anti-woman sexism, misogyny is usually regarded as directed against women by some men, though women can also harbor misogynistic views. In feminist theory, misogyny is recognised as a political ideology similar to racism or anti-Semitism, existing to justify and reproduce the subordination of women by men. The etymology of misogyny comes from the Greek and means to hate (misein) woman (gyne).
The above was stolen with respect from http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Misogyny.
Well today I thought I was being very clever, when I asked Season, while shopping at WAL-MART
"If a misogynist hates women, does a homogynist, hate gay people or cows?"
See, I thought "wow I am so very clever", so being happy and smug, when we got home, I decided to look on the 'www' to see if it was a real word. It's not, but other people who are more clever than I, have used that word also, and plentifully. Now, again I used it as a funny little play on words, and I found people who actually use it. So being as anal retentive as I am, I looked up the definitions and the etymology. Low and behold, MUUUAAAH HAHAHAHAHA, I give you the results (see the first portion of this post). So than going to new levels of anal retentiveness, I looked up the word "homo" and I got this
A member of the genus Homo, which includes the extinct and extant species of humans
and
any living or extinct member of the family Hominidae [syn: man, human being, human]
So I guess technically a Homogynist would be homo=man genus=woman. It would be a man/woman. Umm...that's a good thing I believe. Unless you're gay than it would be a homohomo or a gynistgynist. Wow, I think I gynist wasted a lot of reading time with my retentivness.
So with that said, I remain a guy with way too much time to do crap like this named,
Jose
2/18/2006
FOR THE RECORD...ACCORDING TO THE HISTORY CHANEL
The History of Valentine's DayEvery February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.
One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.
The History of Valentine's DayWhile some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial -- which probably occurred around 270 A.D -- others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.
To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at the sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would then sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification. The History of Valentine's DayIn Great Britain, Valentine's Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one's feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine's Day greetings. Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began to sell the first mass-produced valentines in America.
According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.)
Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine's Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia. Valentine greetings were popular as far back as the Middle Ages (written Valentine's didn't begin to appear until after 1400), and the oldest known Valentine card is on display at the British Museum. The first commercial Valentine's Day greeting cards produced in the U.S. were created in the 1840s by Esther A. Howland. Howland, known as the Mother of the Valentine, made elaborate creations with real lace, ribbons and colorful pictures known as "scrap".
The boys then sliced the goat's hide into strips, dipped them in the sacrificial blood and took to the streets, gently slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide strips. Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed being touched with the hides because it was believed the strips would make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed. Later, during the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds' mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February -- Valentine's Day -- should be a day for romance. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. The greeting, which was written in 1415, is part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England. Several years later, it is believed that King Henry V hired a writer named John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.
One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.
The History of Valentine's DayWhile some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial -- which probably occurred around 270 A.D -- others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.
To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at the sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would then sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification. The History of Valentine's DayIn Great Britain, Valentine's Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one's feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine's Day greetings. Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began to sell the first mass-produced valentines in America.
According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.)
Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine's Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia. Valentine greetings were popular as far back as the Middle Ages (written Valentine's didn't begin to appear until after 1400), and the oldest known Valentine card is on display at the British Museum. The first commercial Valentine's Day greeting cards produced in the U.S. were created in the 1840s by Esther A. Howland. Howland, known as the Mother of the Valentine, made elaborate creations with real lace, ribbons and colorful pictures known as "scrap".
The boys then sliced the goat's hide into strips, dipped them in the sacrificial blood and took to the streets, gently slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide strips. Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed being touched with the hides because it was believed the strips would make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed. Later, during the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds' mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February -- Valentine's Day -- should be a day for romance. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. The greeting, which was written in 1415, is part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England. Several years later, it is believed that King Henry V hired a writer named John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.
IT'S SATURDAY AND IT'S ALL RIGHT
For Fosters and Pall Mall Light 100's (although it's my last 100, and I'll be smoking Kings, because they were cheaper). It's been an a domesticated 2 days for me. Cleaning, laundry and cooking is what I have done. Now it's time for me to blog away. Season is sleeping, and I couldn't. So I decided to have a solo man outing. Which means I was reading comics, blogs and porn. Oh by the hand of Jesus saves, because he clips coupons, I have blogged. I've comiced. I porned. Damn it's good to be the kings...3rd cousin from my mothers side 4 times removed. Yeah, this is one of my waste of words kind of moment, but I hope you enjoy the rut out of it anyway. You know it has been an ok week this time. Not great, but not a suck's worse than a dirt devil kind of week. Season is now an official employee of her work place, insteat of being a temp. My ass is still on a layoff. We watched all of Firefly, along with DOOM (which was an awright flick), Mirrormask (which was stunning and beautiful), the Island (which was fun...although to me it felt like it had shades of Logan's Run) and Amy's O (which is a DRAMA/COMEDY about relationships and how they are percieved). Now don't get me wrong...we aint perfect...but we keep trying. The 2 of us. Working through everything. Dealing with everything. Trying to a better whole, than just a couple of ok parts. I guess I just had to say that.
So with all that said...meaning I said nothing at all..I still remain
Jose
Yay Ruttin me.
TTYS.
So with all that said...meaning I said nothing at all..I still remain
Jose
Yay Ruttin me.
TTYS.
A NISSAN VIDEO??? THAS PRETTY COOL!!!
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2/17/2006
IT'S 3 AM I MUST BE...SLEEPY?
Oh good lord...I am on the last 2 loads of laundry...you know having only 1 washer/dryer, really is a way to waste the entire day. Thank the goddess, I had movies to occupy my time. Because after I finish washing/drying the last 2 loads, I than got to put all the clothes away. Which won't be so bad, cause I don't fold a damn thing. Another moment of praise for the dieties that someone follows, that I have a lot of closet space. So why does laundry actually take up 2 posts? Because very simply, I had a lot of laundry to do. So now that I'm on the last lap, I can now start on the next thing on my list. The kitchen. I already started some of it. Trying to let the dishpan hands go away. OMG. I'm becoming domesticated. I really need to get a life.
Be back in a few.
Be back in a few.
2/16/2006
REVIEW OF THE DUKES OF HAZZARD (Unrated Widescreen Edition)
I feel so ashamed. I feel dirty. I wasted 107 minutes. I actually watched this movie. And by the grace of God's wicked sense of humor, I actually found myself laughing not only outloud, but also cheering for the damn Dukes. This movie may not have been an overly accurate remake of the TV series, but it did capture the spirit of the original. Of course it helps that it was directed by the same cat Jay Chandrasekhar who directed Super Troopers. which is frikken HIGH-LAR-EEEE-YUS. Let me simply say this. You had to have seen the original series to appreciate the subtle and overly obvious jabs and parodies. Now being a fan of the original series, albeit I was also 7 thru 13 years old and that's my excuse, I did enjoy the movie. But at the same time I can see why people who didn't see the originals or like the original, wouldn't like it. And that's cool. Like I said;
I feel so ashamed. I feel dirty. I wasted 107 minutes. I actually watched this movie. And by the grace of God's wicked sense of humor, I actually found myself laughing not only outloud, but also cheering for the damn Dukes. And that's all I got to say about that.
NOT IN THE MOOD, SORRY
Well I guess that says it all. You see for the last week or so I've been absolutely lazy. I haven't been in the mood to post, so I pretty much put up some of my "back up" things, you know those dumb things we keep that we enventually share. Well I finally did. So there you have it. I'll be back a lil later. I actually have some things to talk about. Right now I'm in the middle of laundry. Be back.
2/15/2006
2/14/2006
2/12/2006
2/10/2006
CYANIDE AND HAPPINESS
This comic is wrong on so many levels, that I couldn't stop reading it. Check this bad boy out.
Cyanide and Happiness
Cyanide and Happiness
WELL IT'S OFFICIAL
I have officially wasted enough time to Catch up on PVP Online ,Scandal Sheet ,Something Positive, Devil's Panties, Venus Envy and Friendly Hostility. I'm caught up on web comics. I've also started a flickr link, where I'll be posting some of the things that I fotograf on occasion. When I get it going better, and learn how to do more things with it and get more pictures I want posted I'll be linking. So now I'll be scouring the I-net for some more cool comics. I mean now that I can spend mere moments reading comics, instead of hours and days at a time...well, you get the idea. So there ya have it. I'm caught up. Feels kind of weird though. Well let's see what I find.
Sarah Michelle Geller and it was on Saturday Night Live
It's Sarah Michelle Geller and it was on Saturday Night Live
http://media.putfile.com/Sarah-Michelle-Gellar-as-Britney-Spears
http://media.putfile.com/Sarah-Michelle-Gellar-as-Britney-Spears
2/09/2006
STILL NOT SLEEPING
And still checking out some truly beautiful photographs...and linking them so youcan see them too...
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runtome
sf9
avolare render 2
runtome
CAN'T SLEEP
I couldn't sleep again. So I surfed the i-net. And I found this. So being a very amatuer fotografur, all I can say are these shots are truly amazing.
nakedtoilet
lostatsea
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FRIENDLY HOSTILITY
FRIENDLY HOSTILITY
Hi all...couldn't sleep tonight, so I started reading some web comics...and this one had me rolling on the frikken floor...so go and read it
Hi all...couldn't sleep tonight, so I started reading some web comics...and this one had me rolling on the frikken floor...so go and read it
2/08/2006
HERE'S THE REASON TO READ
HERE'S THE REASON TO READ SOMETHING POSITIVE
SO GO READ IT IF YOU ALREADY DON'T!!! SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...CLICK HERE ???
SO GO READ IT IF YOU ALREADY DON'T!!! SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...CLICK HERE ???
I'M STILL ALIVE!!!'
I took my lil sis out driving today. She's 21 and finally bent on getting her drivers license, only because, she wants them to get a better job. This is the second time we've driven, and the first time I was scared. She tends to use the brake as a slow down device, sometimes. She also tends to weave more than a persian rug maker, which the first time out wasn't so bad. But this time we went on a major highway. Umm...let's just say I have found a brand new love of the invisable brake pedal and for seatbelts. We're doing this again in a few days, please pray for me.
2/07/2006
MORE EMAILS
As we all know, when we hit retirementage we come face to face with the fact that it maybe time to relocate. The big question is: where to?Here are some tips.
You can live in Phoenix, Arizona where....
1. You are willing to park 3 blocks away because you found shade.
2. You can open and drive your car without touching the car door or the steering wheel.
3. You've experienced condensation on your butt from the hot water in the toilet bowl.
4. You would give anything to be able to splash cold water on your face.
5. You can attend any function wearing shorts and a tank top.
6. "Dress Code" is meaningless at high schools and universities. Picture lingerie ads.
7. You can drive for 4 hours in one direction and never leave town.
8. You have over 100 recipes for Mexican food.
9. The 4 seasons are: tolerable, hot, really hot, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!
10. You know that "dry heat" is comparable to what hits you in the face when you open your oven door.
You can Live in California where...
1. You make over $250,000 and you still can't afford to buy a house.
2 The high school quarterback calls a time-out to answer his cell phone.
3. The fastest part of your commute is going down your driveway.
4. You know how to eat an artichoke.
5. You drive your rented Mercedes to your neighborhood block party.
6. When someone asks you how far something is, you tell them how long it will take to get there rather than how many miles away it is.
You can Live in New York City where...
1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan.
2. You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the EmpireStateBuilding.
3. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
4 You think Central Park is "nature,"
5. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
6. You've worn out a car horn.7. You think eye contact is an act of aggression.
You can Live in Maine where...
1. You only have four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco.
2. Halloween costumes fit over parkas.
3. You have more than one recipe for moose.
4. Sexy lingerie is anything flannel with less than eight buttons.
5. The four seasons are: winter, still winter, almost winter, and construction.
You can Live in the Deep South where...
1. You can rent a movie and buy bait in the same store.
2. "y'all" is singular and "all y'all" is plural.
3. After five years you still hear, "You ain't from ' round here, are Ya?"
4. "He needed killin' " is a valid defense.
5. Everyone has 2 first names: Billy Bob, Jimmy Bob, Mary Sue, Betty Jean, MARY BETH, etc.
You can live in Colorado where...
1. You carry your $3,000 mountain bike atop your $500 car.
2. You tell your husband to pick up Granola on his way home and he stops at the day care center.
3. A pass does not involve a football or dating.
4. The top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.
You can live in the Midwest where...
1. You've never met any celebrities, but the mayor knows your name.
2. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor.
3. You have had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" on the same day.
4. You end sentences with a preposition: "Where's my coat at?"
5. When asked how your trip was to any exotic place, you say, "It was different!"
AND You can live in Florida where.
1. You eat dinner at 3:15 in the afternoon.
2. All purchases include a coupon of some kind -- even houses and cars.
3. Everyone can recommend an excellent dermatologist.
4. Road construction never ends anywhere in the state.
5. Cars in front of you are often driven by headless people.
You can live in Phoenix, Arizona where....
1. You are willing to park 3 blocks away because you found shade.
2. You can open and drive your car without touching the car door or the steering wheel.
3. You've experienced condensation on your butt from the hot water in the toilet bowl.
4. You would give anything to be able to splash cold water on your face.
5. You can attend any function wearing shorts and a tank top.
6. "Dress Code" is meaningless at high schools and universities. Picture lingerie ads.
7. You can drive for 4 hours in one direction and never leave town.
8. You have over 100 recipes for Mexican food.
9. The 4 seasons are: tolerable, hot, really hot, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!
10. You know that "dry heat" is comparable to what hits you in the face when you open your oven door.
You can Live in California where...
1. You make over $250,000 and you still can't afford to buy a house.
2 The high school quarterback calls a time-out to answer his cell phone.
3. The fastest part of your commute is going down your driveway.
4. You know how to eat an artichoke.
5. You drive your rented Mercedes to your neighborhood block party.
6. When someone asks you how far something is, you tell them how long it will take to get there rather than how many miles away it is.
You can Live in New York City where...
1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan.
2. You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the EmpireStateBuilding.
3. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
4 You think Central Park is "nature,"
5. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
6. You've worn out a car horn.7. You think eye contact is an act of aggression.
You can Live in Maine where...
1. You only have four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco.
2. Halloween costumes fit over parkas.
3. You have more than one recipe for moose.
4. Sexy lingerie is anything flannel with less than eight buttons.
5. The four seasons are: winter, still winter, almost winter, and construction.
You can Live in the Deep South where...
1. You can rent a movie and buy bait in the same store.
2. "y'all" is singular and "all y'all" is plural.
3. After five years you still hear, "You ain't from ' round here, are Ya?"
4. "He needed killin' " is a valid defense.
5. Everyone has 2 first names: Billy Bob, Jimmy Bob, Mary Sue, Betty Jean, MARY BETH, etc.
You can live in Colorado where...
1. You carry your $3,000 mountain bike atop your $500 car.
2. You tell your husband to pick up Granola on his way home and he stops at the day care center.
3. A pass does not involve a football or dating.
4. The top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.
You can live in the Midwest where...
1. You've never met any celebrities, but the mayor knows your name.
2. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor.
3. You have had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" on the same day.
4. You end sentences with a preposition: "Where's my coat at?"
5. When asked how your trip was to any exotic place, you say, "It was different!"
AND You can live in Florida where.
1. You eat dinner at 3:15 in the afternoon.
2. All purchases include a coupon of some kind -- even houses and cars.
3. Everyone can recommend an excellent dermatologist.
4. Road construction never ends anywhere in the state.
5. Cars in front of you are often driven by headless people.
ANOTHER EMAIL
I thought it does have some merit, now I don't agree with it all, but this is the way it was sent to me, so I see no need to edit or censor it. You may like it or not, but either way, it's what I'm doing.
Andy Rooney ! said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.
I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!
My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a_ _(bottom) if you threaten them, after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.
We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document, and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made, and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
And if you don't like my point of view, tough...
DON'T PASS IT ON...
Andy Rooney ! said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.
I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!
My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a_ _(bottom) if you threaten them, after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.
We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document, and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made, and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
And if you don't like my point of view, tough...
DON'T PASS IT ON...
AN EMAIL...
Just an email I got
Paul Harvey Writes:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen.
Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you.
And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
Paul Harvey Writes:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen.
Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you.
And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
I'M SO EMBAREASSED
You know what I did yesterday? I watched America's Next Top Model season 4 marathon on VH1. Yeah I know I was stuck on VH1 yesterday. What makes it worse is that I can very honestly say that I have NEVER watched Survivor, Fear Factor and the only reason I watched the Apprentice, was because I had no control over the TV in a single TV household. With the only 2 exceptions being Season 2 of MTV's Real World and WWE's Tough Enough that aired on MTV, which I watched religiously for the 3 seasons it aired. So no, I'm not into "reality based" shows or competitions, at all. But there exceptions to this rule. I will watch the occasional Celebreality show on VH1, only because most celebrities exist on planet Earth, but they don't live on it. So it's not reality in any way. I know this is an over exageration, but just work with me here. So as I was saying, I'm not a reality tv person, or as I like to call it, Misery TV. So yesterday, I was just too damn lazy to change the channel, so I left it on VH1, because I thoght they might on occasion play a music video. I was once again wrong. Instead there was America's Next Top Model. So out of a sick curiosity, I started watching it.
And...
God damnit. Another reality competition has gotten it's dirty fingers into me. I hate it when that happens. Well I wasted a day watching America's Next Top Model. Worst thing was, the model I was rooting for, Kahlen, who did make it to the final 2, and lost out in the end. She has that Coutney Thorne-Smith and Meg Ryan girl next door yet very sexy girl feel So yeah an entire frikken day wasted. I got bit by the damn America's Next Top Model bug.
I hope that this bug goes away soon. Here I go looking for a cure. See ya.
And...
God damnit. Another reality competition has gotten it's dirty fingers into me. I hate it when that happens. Well I wasted a day watching America's Next Top Model. Worst thing was, the model I was rooting for, Kahlen, who did make it to the final 2, and lost out in the end. She has that Coutney Thorne-Smith and Meg Ryan girl next door yet very sexy girl feel So yeah an entire frikken day wasted. I got bit by the damn America's Next Top Model bug.
I hope that this bug goes away soon. Here I go looking for a cure. See ya.
2/06/2006
LISA LOEB
This is cut from the Lisa Loeb official site
This is the way it really is. Lisa Loeb is a woman with a vision. Fiercely independent, savvy and driven, the multidimensional performer, who started her career at the top of the charts when her debut song "Stay (I Missed You)" landed the then unsigned artist at No. 1, continues to follow a singular, self-guided path. On her fifth studio recording, her first for Zoë/Rounder Records, the Grammy-nominated singer and songwriter carefully guides this musical vision to reality. The Way It Really Is, is a keenly observed recording, rich in lyrical and musical detail, an engaging, literal and philosophical examination of life and love.
Loeb creates poetic and painful images on the more intimate acoustic tracks. The song "Try," reflects Loeb’s attitude that one can choose the positive over the negative. With its classic allusions to mountains and other obstacles, the song offers advice, as well as Loeb's reminder to herself that perspective is everything. On "Accident," she juxtaposes lyrics about a high-society calamity with gun-toting school children to create a jarring effect. "The song is about how people deal with tragedy," Loeb comments. "We don't want to see it, but at the same time, we slow down to stare at it. Recently, I've noticed it even more, with all of the world turmoil reported on the news. What makes it even more disturbing, is that the serious issues are reported in the same breath as celebrity gossip, desensitizing us to what’s actually important."
Raised in Dallas, Texas, deeply immersed in the arts, Loeb studied piano and music theory and wrote her first original songs with lyrics while still in her early teens. She earned her degree in comparative literature from Brown University, where she experienced her first taste of musical success with the duo, Liz and Lisa. In the early ‘90s, Loeb moved to New York where she became a favorite on the Manhattan club circuit and surrounded herself with like-minded young musicians, actors and writers. In 1993, Loeb's New York neighbor and pal Ethan Hawke recommended her to Reality Bites director Ben Stiller, who in turn included "Stay" on the hit film's soundtrack. Confirming Loeb's prodigious talents, the Platinum-selling "Stay" earned both a Grammy nomination and a "Best New Artist" Brit Award and resulted in a record deal with Geffen Records.
So needless to say when I saw this on Vh1...
well I had to link it...
This is the way it really is. Lisa Loeb is a woman with a vision. Fiercely independent, savvy and driven, the multidimensional performer, who started her career at the top of the charts when her debut song "Stay (I Missed You)" landed the then unsigned artist at No. 1, continues to follow a singular, self-guided path. On her fifth studio recording, her first for Zoë/Rounder Records, the Grammy-nominated singer and songwriter carefully guides this musical vision to reality. The Way It Really Is, is a keenly observed recording, rich in lyrical and musical detail, an engaging, literal and philosophical examination of life and love.
Loeb creates poetic and painful images on the more intimate acoustic tracks. The song "Try," reflects Loeb’s attitude that one can choose the positive over the negative. With its classic allusions to mountains and other obstacles, the song offers advice, as well as Loeb's reminder to herself that perspective is everything. On "Accident," she juxtaposes lyrics about a high-society calamity with gun-toting school children to create a jarring effect. "The song is about how people deal with tragedy," Loeb comments. "We don't want to see it, but at the same time, we slow down to stare at it. Recently, I've noticed it even more, with all of the world turmoil reported on the news. What makes it even more disturbing, is that the serious issues are reported in the same breath as celebrity gossip, desensitizing us to what’s actually important."
Raised in Dallas, Texas, deeply immersed in the arts, Loeb studied piano and music theory and wrote her first original songs with lyrics while still in her early teens. She earned her degree in comparative literature from Brown University, where she experienced her first taste of musical success with the duo, Liz and Lisa. In the early ‘90s, Loeb moved to New York where she became a favorite on the Manhattan club circuit and surrounded herself with like-minded young musicians, actors and writers. In 1993, Loeb's New York neighbor and pal Ethan Hawke recommended her to Reality Bites director Ben Stiller, who in turn included "Stay" on the hit film's soundtrack. Confirming Loeb's prodigious talents, the Platinum-selling "Stay" earned both a Grammy nomination and a "Best New Artist" Brit Award and resulted in a record deal with Geffen Records.
So needless to say when I saw this on Vh1...
well I had to link it...
WEEK PT 3
The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his very life into his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!!
So this is a PSA for all you men out there, only because Valentines Day is 8 days away...
The right questions...
DANGEROUS: What's for dinner?
SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?
SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?
SAFER: Gee, you look good in brown.
SAFEST: WOW!! Look at you!
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?
SAFER: What did I do wrong?
SAFEST: Here's fifty dollars.
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?
SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.
SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that?
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: What did you do all day?
SAFER: I hope you didn't overdo it today.
SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe!
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some more chocolate.
13 Things! PMS Stands For:
1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching
4. Puffy Mid-Section
5. People Make me Sick
6. Provide Me with Sweets
7. Pardon My Sobbing
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff
...And my favorite one...
13. Potential Murder Suspect
Another thing to giggle about...
My husband, not happy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. When I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood,
it leaves a big red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time he'll buy me diamonds.
Here have some chocolate.
So this is a PSA for all you men out there, only because Valentines Day is 8 days away...
The right questions...
DANGEROUS: What's for dinner?
SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?
SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?
SAFER: Gee, you look good in brown.
SAFEST: WOW!! Look at you!
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?
SAFER: What did I do wrong?
SAFEST: Here's fifty dollars.
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?
SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.
SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that?
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.
DANGEROUS: What did you do all day?
SAFER: I hope you didn't overdo it today.
SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe!
ULTRASAFE: Here, have some more chocolate.
13 Things! PMS Stands For:
1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching
4. Puffy Mid-Section
5. People Make me Sick
6. Provide Me with Sweets
7. Pardon My Sobbing
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff
...And my favorite one...
13. Potential Murder Suspect
Another thing to giggle about...
My husband, not happy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. When I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood,
it leaves a big red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time he'll buy me diamonds.
Here have some chocolate.
WEEK...PT2
An oldie...but still damn funny
Whether Democrat or Republican, I think you'll get a kick out of this. A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?"
Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."
The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."
The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are beingignored and the Future is in deep shit."
Whether Democrat or Republican, I think you'll get a kick out of this. A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?"
Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."
The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."
The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are beingignored and the Future is in deep shit."
IT'S BEEN A WEEK...
Now let's se what the hell I've been up to...
Well, I realized that I really had not much to say. I guess even I can't talk that much...well I'm working towrads it, but for now, I took the last week off to do some recharging of the blog batteries. So I did a lot of offline writing, compiling some funny e-mails, and locating some funny i-net crap, that I'm about to unload on you all...
First we have the emails...
Oxymorons:
1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?
2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?
3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?
4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?
5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?
6. Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?
7. Why do "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?
8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?
9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?
10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?
11. Why is it called "after dark" when it really is "after light"?
12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?
13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?
14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?
15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?
16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?
17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?
20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?
21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?
22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?
23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?
24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?
25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?
27. Christmas oxymoron: What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks?
Well, I realized that I really had not much to say. I guess even I can't talk that much...well I'm working towrads it, but for now, I took the last week off to do some recharging of the blog batteries. So I did a lot of offline writing, compiling some funny e-mails, and locating some funny i-net crap, that I'm about to unload on you all...
First we have the emails...
Oxymorons:
1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?
2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?
3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?
4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?
5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?
6. Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?
7. Why do "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?
8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?
9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?
10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?
11. Why is it called "after dark" when it really is "after light"?
12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?
13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?
14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?
15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?
16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?
17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?
20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?
21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?
22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?
23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?
24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?
25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?
27. Christmas oxymoron: What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks?
1/30/2006
Review of Hitch (Widescreen Edition)
Well simply put this is just another romantic comedy with a feel good ending. The thing that makes this movie special is the banteran the rules. The rules for dating, for meeting and what really works. The fact that this movie easily dispells the myths of dating along with bringing to light the facts. Now you can enjoy this movie for what it is, and that is a romantic comedy with one of todays finest actors. Well that is as long you can forgive The Wild Wild West. But Will Smith is a talented actor, and he pulls of the role of Hitch flawlessly. So enjoy the movie.
1/29/2006
[Review] Serenity (Widescreen Edition)
OH MY FRIKKEN GOD!!!
This is a continuation of one of the coolest TV series ever made. Serenity is a spin-off from a great TV series called Firefly, and it is simply the coolest and the funnest(yes I know that aint a real word, but it works)and the most exciting series ever made. It has a bit of Sci-fi with a touch of western feelings, but mostly it's a dialogue inspired and fueled adventure to everywhere. in my opinion, when Buffy left the UPN...all we had left was Angel on the WB. But that wasn't enough...well not for me. Than Firefly came about. I was taken a back by the great filmaking, the great dialogue and the most complete story telling there was. Than a few years later....Serenity came out. And I was completely fulfilled. It was and is an awesome movie. This coming from a fan of Firefly. And if you never saw the series, you can still enjoy the movie...so what does that mean? Well, if you watch this movie, you'll always be a fan of the series, without knowing it. So rent or buy this movie, either way you'll become a fan. So watch it...like it...love it...either way you'll be walking side by side with me.
Jose
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD pt 2
She had a migraine...and they said go home...she also had a sinus infection...and gave her antibiotics. Wow, that was ER room material. Uh...I guess so was that sinus infection. Sadly, I guess being the prick that I am...I feel nothing...oh well.
Jose
Jose
1/28/2006
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Today my sis called me, to tell me that my aunt, my cousin and his wife, have instructed me to come over, because my mother is having a migraine. Than 30 minutes later they call to tell me that my cousins wife is going to take her to the ER (emergency room). For a frikken migraine. Now I know sometimes that migraines can be very bad, because they have laid me out for days at a time. But...I also know that all an ER visit will do is the ER staff will tell you "go home" in the end. "There's nothing we can do". So I said when my sis called was "call me and let me know what happened", and she says "OK". Well I heard nothing at all...so either mom is dead and no one wants me to know, or it was nothing more than a migraine and they don't want me to tell them "I told you so". So for now Season and I will watch movies, cuddle and than go to sleep. Enough said...see ya!
Jose
Jose
THE COMIC SHOP BOYS
Today I decided it's about time I visited the comic store. I hoped both John and OJ would be there, since OJ hadn't met Season yet, and I really wanted him to meet her. You see OJ wasn't just a friend, he was more like family, and I wanted to him to meet the woman who I want as my wife. Well I was in luck, you see, they were both there, and in 15 miutes I recapped the past year and a half. You know, I realized that my life has been a soap opera. That kind of bums me out. Here I thought I was boring, but no, not me. Well to get back on my original train of thought, we spent about an hour or so there, and I realized that I did miss hanging out with my friends. I thought that they had mostly written me off, but I was wrong. I don't know if it's true or not, but it felt like they accepted me back right away. Also, I also realized that I have been out of the comic book loop for waaaaaaay too damn long. So in a 2-3 more weeks I'm going to go back. I also realized that I miss comic books in general. But unlike my first forray into the comic book-verse, this time, it's for enjoyment. Not as an escape from my life, but as a true hobby. Something that I will use to add to my life. It's like adding spices to a bland meal, unlike before when it was just my meal. Well for today I'm done...be back in a bit.
Jose
Jose
[Review] The Man
The Man
17 January, 2006 — $18.96 — DVD
Hello and howdy my lil chickadees. This has been a big movie week...well, actually 2 weeks, but I'm getting there. First to be reviewed will be The Man. It's simply a comedy of oppisites. The dork and the tough guy. This could have quickly fallen on it's face, but luckily the on screen chemistry of the two main actors makes this movie work. From the first gag till the last one, the movie works. It's as funny as it is tender. Samuel Jackson and Eugene Levy work. This is one of the few movies where I would love to see a sequel or at least another movie starring these 2 gifted and talented actors, only to see if the banter was natural. Or if these two men are just that good that they make a stereo typical buddy movie that much better. Watch it, what have you got to lose?
Jose
1/27/2006
GOT THE CHORES DONE
Now it's movie time...well that and snuggling. It's the weekend. ya know...'tis the season...be back on sunday with the beginning of 10+ movie reviews. ...ok see ya
1/26/2006
LINKS
LOL...look what I learned to do today. I learned how to make links...and I did. I hope you likey. Cos me likey a lot.
Jose
Jose
SKY HIGH (Widescreen Edition)
Review of Sky High (Widescreen Edition)Warning this entry is very link heavy.
Kurt Russell's return to family movies with Disney wouldn't be complete with out a far fetched campy movie with a little bit of heart. Kurt has had a long relationship with the "House that the Mouse built" started with Disney's live-action feature Follow Me Boys! (1966). His association with the studio lasted through 1975. Along with all of these films:
Mosby's Marauders aka Willie and the Yank (1967)
Guns in the Heather aka Spy Busters aka The Secret of Boyne Castle (1968)
The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band aka Family Band(1968)
The Horse in the Gray Flannel Suit (1968),
The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes (1969)
Dad, Can I Borrow the Car (1970)
The Barefoot Executive (1971)
Now You See Him, Now You Don't (1972)
Charley and the Angel (1973)
Superdad (1973)
The Strongest Man in the World (1975).
Than...
The Fox and the Hound (1981)
Miracle (2004)
...and that Brings me to Sky High (2005).
That also brings Kurt Russell back, to making movies that may not be that good, but are chock full of family goodness. But mostly they are entertaining and fun as hell.
So what happens when you cross the campiness of the Batman television series, the sappiness of a John Hughes teen melodrama (onplete with 80's music) and the visual effects of Star Wars. You get Sky High.
It's simply a fun movie where the "Sidekicks", affectionately called Losers or to be more precise "Hero Supprt" do what the "Heroes" can't. That's save the day. It has all the cliche's. The loner (who can generate fireballs), the heir (who by the end of the movie can fly and has super strength), the best friend who (who can make plants grow and control them) is in love with the main character, the nerd (who turns into a puddle), the lil freak (who can shape shift...into a guinea pig), the surfer (who glow's), the bad guy (who is a girl and has power over electronics), a speedster (who happens to carry a few extra pounds), a cheerleading squad (who happens to be one girl who can replicate herself) and of course the stretchy guy. But, we can't forget about the families and faculty. The understanding proncipal who becomes a comet, the gym teacher who's power is simply to be very very very loud, mom and dad who of course are the greatest heroes ever, the mad scientist who teaches...what else but science and lastly the sidekick teacher, who has no superpowers at all. Like most teen style movies, this one is the jocks against the nerds, they just give them a different titles. It's a fun way to spend 100 minutes of your life. I enjoyed it a lot...and having Lynda Carter, making cameo's as "Principal Powers" and easily saying one of the greatest lines in the film
Principal Powers: There is absolutely nothing more I can do for you. [as shes leaving the detention room]
Principal Powers: I'm not wonder woman you know.
It's simply a gold movie for fun. Hope y'all like it. I did.
Jose
1/25/2006
THE REASON GEEKS DON'T GET ANY
Big brain means small testes, finds bat study
12:16 07 December 2005
NewScientist.com news service
Gaia Vince
The brainier male bats are, the smaller their testicles, according to a new study. Researchers suggest the correlation exists because both organs require a lot of energy to grow and maintain, leading individual species to find the optimum balance.
The analysis of 334 species of bat found that in species where the females were promiscuous, the males had evolved larger testes but had relatively small brains. In species, where the females were monogamous, the situation was reversed. Male fidelity appeared to have no influence over testes or brain size.
Both brain tissue and sperm cells require a lot of metabolic energy to produce and maintain. The different species appear to have evolved a preference for developing one organ more than the other, presumably determined by which will help them produce more offspring.
“An extraordinary range of testes mass was documented across bat species - from 0.12% to 8.4% of body mass. That exceeds the range of any other mammalian order,” says Scott Pitnick, from Syracuse University in New York, US, one of the research team. Primate testes vary between species from 0.02% and 0.75% of body mass.
Energy knife-edge
Efficient use of energy is crucial for bats, says Pitnick: “Bats really exist on an energy knife-edge: they are small with a large surface area, and they need to fly around, particularly during the mating season.”
Pitnick and his colleagues had predicted that, in species with promiscuous females, males would require bigger brains in order avoid being cuckolded. So they were surprised to find the opposite: “Perhaps monogamy is more neurologically demanding.”
Harry Moore, a sperm researcher at the University of Sheffield, UK, says that testis size is normally related the amount of sperm produced.
“In species with promiscuous females, the males are competing to fertilise her eggs and so need to produce a lot of sperm," he told New Scientist. “And this may be especially true in some species of bats where the females store sperm for several months.”
Journal reference: Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences (DOI: 10.1098/rspb.2005.3367)
12:16 07 December 2005
NewScientist.com news service
Gaia Vince
The brainier male bats are, the smaller their testicles, according to a new study. Researchers suggest the correlation exists because both organs require a lot of energy to grow and maintain, leading individual species to find the optimum balance.
The analysis of 334 species of bat found that in species where the females were promiscuous, the males had evolved larger testes but had relatively small brains. In species, where the females were monogamous, the situation was reversed. Male fidelity appeared to have no influence over testes or brain size.
Both brain tissue and sperm cells require a lot of metabolic energy to produce and maintain. The different species appear to have evolved a preference for developing one organ more than the other, presumably determined by which will help them produce more offspring.
“An extraordinary range of testes mass was documented across bat species - from 0.12% to 8.4% of body mass. That exceeds the range of any other mammalian order,” says Scott Pitnick, from Syracuse University in New York, US, one of the research team. Primate testes vary between species from 0.02% and 0.75% of body mass.
Energy knife-edge
Efficient use of energy is crucial for bats, says Pitnick: “Bats really exist on an energy knife-edge: they are small with a large surface area, and they need to fly around, particularly during the mating season.”
Pitnick and his colleagues had predicted that, in species with promiscuous females, males would require bigger brains in order avoid being cuckolded. So they were surprised to find the opposite: “Perhaps monogamy is more neurologically demanding.”
Harry Moore, a sperm researcher at the University of Sheffield, UK, says that testis size is normally related the amount of sperm produced.
“In species with promiscuous females, the males are competing to fertilise her eggs and so need to produce a lot of sperm," he told New Scientist. “And this may be especially true in some species of bats where the females store sperm for several months.”
Journal reference: Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences (DOI: 10.1098/rspb.2005.3367)
IT'S ALREADY A BAD DAY
Good god!! Woke up to bad things, waiting for a call from "Rivendale", stuck here AGAIN!!, DAMNIT!! I'm pulling out the green label now. Will be back when I'm nice and toasty.
1/24/2006
I'M STILL IT
Made another call today. Now I HAVE to call my counselor. Talk to him. So he can talk to my OWI assesor. Now I'm waiting for him to call back. FUCK!! I HATE this crap. Be back when I calm down a bit.
Jose
Jose
1/23/2006
I HATE PHONE TAG
Had to call my OWI assesor today. Frankly because, the counselor I had, was inept. Now I have to stay home, and just wait. Another day wasted waiting.
Jose
Jose
1/22/2006
1/21/2006
1/20/2006
WHAT IS...
....stranger than the truth? Nobody could come up with a plot like this!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4624444.stm
Season
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4624444.stm
Season
UGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
Still not feeling that great. I've come to the conclusion that being sick SUCKS!!!! I think my fever's gone now, but I'm still cold. Could just be the whole wintery feeling, ya know. And the achey feelings have started too, along with the lack of appetite, makes for a crappy second day. The only plus is that I've taken the time to check out some very cool things. The frist being the Superman Returns trailer which looks awesome. And the V for Vendetta trailer which actually took my breath away. I guess there will be a couple of reasons to drop 3o+ bucks at the theater this year. That's all for now. Sitting up and typing has me even more achey than I was before.
Jose
Jose
1/19/2006
1/18/2006
LOL NUFF SAID
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AN EX EMAILS ME
I read your girls' blog and all I kept thinking is "mygod it is Jose' all over again" no offense intended.
The way she writes and the way she thinks is just likeyou (very dramatic).
And to think you told me a longtime ago that if we ever split up you would go running
to that bitch Shelly (probably said that just to piss
me off though) and here you are with a female version
of you.
Hope this time it's real love and it lasts.
Jen
Well it's sorta true. I didn't run to Shelly, just a girl exactly like her. Season isn't exactly like me, but we have a lot in common. Because above and beyond everything else, we are each others best friends. Since the Silence is the Worst Sin and the Season Says entries, we haven't stopped talking or communicating. We both realized where this was heading, and instead of shying away, we did the opposite. We both accepted what was happening, and we fixed it. We tackled and faced the issue head on. We grew from this expierence, and became whole again. So is this real love? Yeah it is. How do I know this? Because my soul and my heart breathe life into me, when she is by my side and even when she is not.
Jose
The way she writes and the way she thinks is just likeyou (very dramatic).
And to think you told me a longtime ago that if we ever split up you would go running
to that bitch Shelly (probably said that just to piss
me off though) and here you are with a female version
of you.
Hope this time it's real love and it lasts.
Jen
Well it's sorta true. I didn't run to Shelly, just a girl exactly like her. Season isn't exactly like me, but we have a lot in common. Because above and beyond everything else, we are each others best friends. Since the Silence is the Worst Sin and the Season Says entries, we haven't stopped talking or communicating. We both realized where this was heading, and instead of shying away, we did the opposite. We both accepted what was happening, and we fixed it. We tackled and faced the issue head on. We grew from this expierence, and became whole again. So is this real love? Yeah it is. How do I know this? Because my soul and my heart breathe life into me, when she is by my side and even when she is not.
Jose
MY LIL SIS IS 21
I can't believe it. My little sister is officially 21. Or more accurately 21 years 1 hour and 15 minutes old. Damn, I feel old. Season and I went to dinner with sis, mom and mom's beau. We went, to of all places Applebees. I personally can't stand that place, other than the wall decorations. Other than the choice of venues, it was a nice night out. Nothing much more to talk about. talk to y'all soon.
Jose
Jose
1/17/2006
FINALLY...
Well, it's taken me a little bit of time but it's done. The C-O-A-C-E-archives is done. It includes some old blogs. It includes this blog. It's like a dvd with the special features. I'm in the middle of cooking so I'll be back when dinner is done.
Jose
Jose
1/16/2006
JUST A JOKE TO WASTE SOME TIME
A farmer had 3 beautiful daughters who were getting ready to go out on dates. The first beau came to the door and said, ''I'm Eddie, I'm here to pick up Betty. We're going for spaghetti, is she ready?''
"No," the farmer said.
The second beau came to the door and said, ''I'm Joe, I'm here to pick up Flo to take her to the show. Is she ready to go?''
"No."
The third beau came to the door and said to the farmer. ''Hello, my name is Chuck.''
The farmer shot Chuck
"No," the farmer said.
The second beau came to the door and said, ''I'm Joe, I'm here to pick up Flo to take her to the show. Is she ready to go?''
"No."
The third beau came to the door and said to the farmer. ''Hello, my name is Chuck.''
The farmer shot Chuck
1/15/2006
SOME WASTED HUMOR
1. Someone stole all my credit cards, but I won't be reporting it.
The thief spends less than my wife did.
2. There was a beautiful young woman knocking on my hotel room door all night!
I finally had to let her out.
3. I just got back from a pleasure trip.
I took my mother-in-law to the airport.
4. I've been in love with the same woman for 49 years.
If my wife ever finds out, she'll kill me!
5. What are three words a woman never wants to hear when she's making love?
"Honey, I'm home!"
The thief spends less than my wife did.
2. There was a beautiful young woman knocking on my hotel room door all night!
I finally had to let her out.
3. I just got back from a pleasure trip.
I took my mother-in-law to the airport.
4. I've been in love with the same woman for 49 years.
If my wife ever finds out, she'll kill me!
5. What are three words a woman never wants to hear when she's making love?
"Honey, I'm home!"
1/14/2006
1/13/2006
I'LL BE BACK TOMORROW
Sorry, watching movies tonight. Chicken for dinner. Season for dessert. Than a "workout" to work off the calories. Be back tomorrow.
Jose being dragged away from the computer. It's mating Season
Jose being dragged away from the computer. It's mating Season
1/12/2006
STRANGERS IN PARADISE VOL. 1
Strangers in Paradise Volume OneTerry Moore writes and draws
01 June, 1998 — — Book
Review Strangers in Paradise Volume One
Now those of you who do read this know that I am a comic book fan. Just because I don't have a wall of comics anymore, doesn't mean that my love for this medium has lessened. I just don't have the income or the space for this anymore. So since I actually have some time on my hands, I've put the Wolfwalker series on hold, and have gone back to an old, but not forgotten love.
First is Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise (that's the official website). Now any comic book fan out there has at least heard of this series. In it's simplest definition, it's about three friends. Francine, Katchoo and David, three ordinary people with haunted pasts, love filled hearts and simply trying to live in happiness. This is hands down one of the best comic books out in the market today. It's about love, loss, sacrifice and overcoming and accepting life in general. This particular book collects the now almost impossible to find three issue mini series, and introduces you into what can simply be called an amazing and wonderful story. If you want to read something that fills the heart with joy and sadness, you really need to give this book a shot. Trust me, you won't forgive yourself if you don't, because this book is just the doorway, the second book in the series I Dream of You begins the real journey. A journey that is as captivating on the 10th plus read as it was on the first read.
Jose
Review of Transmetropolitan Vol. 1: Back on the Street
Transmetropolitan Vol. 1: Back on the Street
Warren Ellis writes Darick Robertson draws
01 February, 1998 — $7.95 — Book
The original inspiration as to how I would approach this lil waste of space. The "hero" is named Spider Jerusalem. He's a journalist. He's a prick and revels in that fact. He's a chain smoking; drinking and pill popping, jerk who only cares about the truth. But that's just his armor. He's an intelligent man who wants the city to look beyond it's own filth and lies to find the truth. He has a heart and he shows it in the climactic point of this book. He wants the world to open their eyes to the depravity that surrounds it, and do something about it. He is the voice of people who have no voice.
The story takes place in "The City", a nihilistic and technologically overloaded hell. Spider is a retired journalist, who had left for his own sanity, and is dragged back because of a book contract that he HAS to fulfill. So he comes back the City. Than he goes to work, telling the dirty and ugly truth, to save some innocent people, and in the end pays the price for interfering with the police, and the brutal punishment that they were delivering.
This really is a great story with some chuckles, a lot of violence and the first step towards Spider Jerusalem's ultimate destiny.
Jose
JUST SOME IMAGES OF FREINDS WHO I VISITED RECENTLY
david
Katchoo
Francine
These images belong to Terry Moore, and I am using them in only the deepest respect for an amazing writer/artist. I've just had some time on my hands, and have gone back and visited some old friends.
Katchoo
Francine
These images belong to Terry Moore, and I am using them in only the deepest respect for an amazing writer/artist. I've just had some time on my hands, and have gone back and visited some old friends.
1/11/2006
Confessional
AND DRAGGING AND DRAGGING AND DRAGGING
Soon no longer to be stepdad just called me, to tell me that my mother is going for the jugular. Alimony, maintence, pension, house and half of her bills to be paid. Which to me is ironic because just 3 days ago, she told me all she wanted was out of the marriage and when the house was sold, that my sister gets 3/4's of the money. Even more ironic is that she wants the bills she made AFTER she moved out to be paid. Which again is ironic because my soon no longer to be stepdad just recently went to 13 dollars/hr...at a place where he's been working at for over 20 years, and my mother just got a raise at the place where she's worked at for 5 years and makes the same now. Don't get me wrong, I really DO NOT LIKE my soon no longer to be stepdad, but even I can see that all she's trying to do to him is hurt him, because he hurt her and me. The sad part, is she allowed it then. So what I am saying is, if you want it over then just end it. Don't make it a drama. Say it's done and be done with it. Because when you do (meaning both of my "parents") than I'm done with you. Less baggage + less drama = a happy Jose.
Jose
Soon no longer to be stepdad just called me, to tell me that my mother is going for the jugular. Alimony, maintence, pension, house and half of her bills to be paid. Which to me is ironic because just 3 days ago, she told me all she wanted was out of the marriage and when the house was sold, that my sister gets 3/4's of the money. Even more ironic is that she wants the bills she made AFTER she moved out to be paid. Which again is ironic because my soon no longer to be stepdad just recently went to 13 dollars/hr...at a place where he's been working at for over 20 years, and my mother just got a raise at the place where she's worked at for 5 years and makes the same now. Don't get me wrong, I really DO NOT LIKE my soon no longer to be stepdad, but even I can see that all she's trying to do to him is hurt him, because he hurt her and me. The sad part, is she allowed it then. So what I am saying is, if you want it over then just end it. Don't make it a drama. Say it's done and be done with it. Because when you do (meaning both of my "parents") than I'm done with you. Less baggage + less drama = a happy Jose.
Jose
1/10/2006
WHY DO I KEEP GETTING DRAGGED BACK?
You know by now, you'd think I'd know better. I talked to my stepfather, and since he and my mother are going through their divorce (their first hearing is tomorrow morning) and I got to be "the sympathetic shoulder". I want no part of any of this. I told them 5 years ago to fix it or end it. I told them that 4 years ago, 3 years ago, 2 years ago and than I said leave me out of it. I said work it out on your own. Well they aren't and I'm being dragged into it. You know sometimes, I really hate the people who are my family for dragging me into their misery and self loathing. So I guess that's it for now. Talk to you all tomorrow.
Jose
Jose
1/08/2006
Review of Star Wars - Clone Wars, Vol. 2
I finally got around to watching my Christmas presents. You know I wasn't expecting much with this. Just some filler material to waste time with. I was wrong. What we got was a solid mini-series minus all the intro's and commercials that actually feels like a Star Wars movie, without being hindered by the limitations of live action. It was enjoyable and informative. It actually leads directly into Star Wars Episode 3 without missing a beat. At first I thought it looked a little too cartoony, but after a about 10 minutes or so, I realized that it had a strong story with important information. If you're a Star Wars fan you should have this, or if you enjoyed Star Wars Episode 3 The Revenge of the Sith, you should see this to get a better overall feel to the saga itself. With that said...enjoy andI remain a kid at heart, faithful to the force,
named
Jose
1/07/2006
IT'S OPEN SEASON
There's a subject out there that I've been mum on for a long time now. Well, I'm tired, I'm crabby, and I'm sick of being the bad guy, so here's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but, not that people will believe it.
Over a year ago, a co-worker/friend (although how you can call a person you walk on eggshells around constantly because you never know when she's going to stop talking to you or what you did wrong this time a friend is beyond me) met a guy in a chat room. So, they got talking and she decided that he needed to be tested. She enlisted myself and another co-worker/friend to administer the test. "Tell me if he's a good guy or not, you have better judgement than I do." So, I got on-line and was hauled into a chatroom with the 3 of us girls plus him. We talked for a while, he seemed very nice, and I told her so. She left, but the rest of us stayed and kept talking. Then, the other co-worker left. And he and I kept talking. We had a lot in common. More in common than I do with most people. It was a really awesome conversation. But, he's seeing my friend, so, cool, he and I can be friends. End of that type of thought before it even got going. Would I have been interested in him if they weren't involved with each other? Yes. But...they were...end of story.
He and I continued to talk on-line, about movies, books, pet peeves, anything and everything really. We'd sit and talk for hours, long after she was in bed, while he was at work. Then we'd talk in the morning when he got home from work and when I'd just woken up, usually around 10am. This wasn't a daily occurence, but was a minimum of once a week.
Then the moment came when he drove up to "Rivendale" to surprise her. Unbeknownst to her, he actually visited her after a date with another girl in Marshfield didn't work out. No, I didn't know that at the time. I was told that about six months ago. But by that time, I was the mega-villain and didn't care enough to say anything.
In her eyes, the first meeting went great, and they continued to see each other. In his eyes, well, he didn't want to be alone and they got along ok. So, he drove up to "Rivendale" to meet her friends. I swear she invited everyone she's ever known. Not the first time she'd done that to a guy she met on-line, and probably won't be the last. As compared to the other guy I witnessed being put to the torture test, she did at least talk to him and not ignore him completely. I saw him, knew I was in trouble, and ran. I got completely trashed and left to go to another bar. I was able to shut down any feelings I might have for him that way. Denial is a wonderful thing. Well, not really, but it got me through the night. (He just read over my shoulder and agrees that denial is a good defence mechanism) At one point that evening, I slapped him (so I've been told) and told him that if he hurt her, I'd kill him (that part I remember). Again, denial, but also not. I say not denial because I knew that for him I was capable of going against my own moral code regarding people that are spoken for.
The next time we spoke was about a week later. After I had calmed down the utter mortification I was feeling by my drunken fool behavior upon meeting him in person. I apologized, he said no big deal, and we just kept talking.
The next time we saw each other in person for more than a split second was the day of a huge birthday party, for 5 different people. The girl he was seeing at the time met his parents earlier that day, so I asked him how it went standing less then 10 feet in front of her...facing her the entire time. This obviously meant that I was trying to steal him away from her because she wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the party or for a few weeks after that as well. So, once I realized that I was causing drama at the party (and all the witnesses to it said I didn't do a damn thing wrong), I told him to go talk to her and then I stayed away from her and him. I also went home after the party instead of joining everyone at the bar. This pissed her off too because evidently that was rude. Personally, I figured removing myself from the situation was the politest thing to do and I'm just too fucking old to deal with that high school shit.
Because of the bullshit, I talked to him less after that. It seemed like the right thing to do. He was dating her, I caused tension in their relationship, made sense to me. It sucked tho because I couldn't talk to my friend. The person that I was happy to have as a friend, knowing there was never a chance that we'd be together, and I was ok with that. I understood that. I dealt with it.
Then one day....he said it....those words...those awful words. I hate those words. They are the words that people have said to me in the past. And they usually don't mean them, but just say them to cheer the person they're saying them to up. "If I had met you first..."
Can't be discussed, should never be brought up, stop this line of discussion right now. But he wouldn't. PANIC!!! "You have to say how you really feel," he insists. Think, hard to think, what to say? What's a safe thing to say, but doesn't say anything real? "I would find you intriguing," I reply. Then we chit chat for a while and he disappears.
I immediately send an email to the other friend chosen to test him, including a transcript of the chat (Yahoo history you know). "How does this sound to you? Did I handle it ok? What should I do? Should I tell her?" Her response was, "You handled it fine, sounds really good, oh my God, are you fucking kidding me? Don't tell her. Dammit! You should have been in the chat room that day instead of her!"
And so, after emailing him to delete the conversation from his history because she was coming to visit him and I didn't want him to get in trouble for what I assumed was a drunken moment, I avoided him. He avoided me. We didn't talk for a few weeks. Then, we slowly started talking again. Until the day he was coming up to Rivendale job hunting. He was moving up there to be with her, they'd been talking about marriage. Which ripped me apart, but ok, deal with it. He insisted that we go out to lunch before work. I tried to back away from it, but the man is pushy when he wants something and wouldn't let it go. So, I agreed. And we met for lunch. He talked and talked and talked. I looked at my plate and barely ate anything. For once, I was shy with him, something that I'd never been. Then I had to go to work, where she was pissy because he didn't meet her for her 20 minute lunch. I said, well, he was out to lunch with me. She flipped out. I said, didn't he tell you? Because I couldn't believe he hadn't. And if he did tell her later, and I hadn't said anything...all hell would break loose.
I avoided him after that. Couldn't stand seeing him with her. They were not right for each other. Everyone knew it (except maybe her), everyone had expected it to end long before, but they were moving in together. In order not to say anything, I didn't talk to him any more. Also, to make my life easier at work because she was jealous even tho neither of us had ever done anything.
Occassionally we'd see each other at break at work and talk for a few minutes. We had the same time for the company Xmas dinner, and talked and yes, gave each other a hug in public. It was a quick hug. We both jerked away. I didn't want him getting in trouble because it was sure to get back to her. Which almost made me cry, but I was in public. I didn't want to leave his arms. But other than that...we didn't talk. I had him on permanent invisible on Yahoo so he wouldn't know if I was on-line.
I was going through a really tough time. I wasn't able to talk to my good friend, who if I was honest with myself, I was also in love with. My aunt died. One of my best friends was diagnosed HIV+. I lost it. Good old nervous breakdown time. Don't leave the house except to go to work. Shop only late at night when there are no people around. Some days I couldn't go to work. I stopped living and was barely even existing.
Then in the beginning of April, I logged onto Yahoo. He was on-line. I took him off invis and said hi. We talked for 4 hours. I had been home sick (physically, not mentally this time). Again, pushy man wouldn't take no for an answer and we agreed to meet for a drink the next day. I told him that I'd stay 1 hour at most. I ended up being 20 minutes late because a friend had locked her keys in her car and I stayed to help her out. He was still there and greeted me with a huge smile. We ended up talking until 4am. But we had to keep it a secret from her...of course. Sneaking around when we weren't doing anything but talking about movies, books, and bullshit. And we agreed to meet the same night the following week.
The next week, again, we're just sitting talking. The bartender and the off-duty bartender were the only other people in the bar and they were beyond drunk. So drunk that he was doing the bartending because they could barely stand. "Just kiss her" No, no, no! From both of us. From him, she's my best friend, that's gross! From me, he's dating someone, that's just wrong, I'm not that type of person! "Fine, we're going to dance, you dance too." Thinking it would get them to just shut up, I agreed. He agreed. Brad Paisley We Danced (lyrics at the end of the post) played on the jukebox. We started off holding each other at arms length, like 6th graders at their first dance. Gradually we held each other closer, until we were clinging to each other. I was blushing so much, I thought my head was going to burst into flames. But still nothing was said. We finished the dance, and sat talking until 3:30am. My birthday was that Friday, and he was going to join me and a huge group of people to celebrate.
Friday came and I didn't think he was going to show. But he finally did. She wasn't with him. Oh man, this just got tougher...because I wanted to be in his arms again. We kept everything on the friendship level. Talking with a huge group, nothing drastic going on, just hanging out. We bar hopped a bit. I was drinking beer and "pussy" shots, so I didn't make a fool out of myself again, but I had a nice buzz going just the same. At the last bar, he went off by himself. Sitting at the bar with his head down, while the rest of the group was by the dance floor. Finally, I walked over to him and said, "oh Jose, it'll be alright. Don't you know I love you too?" He winced. I immediately added, "of course I mean as a friend." He looked at me and said, "no no no no no. not just as a friend." And that was it...we started telling each other how we felt. We kissed, the shy, yet wholly emotion filled soft first kiss that's barely a brush of the lips. And then we left the bar.
He left her the next day. But she wouldn't let him go, wouldn't accept that he didn't want to be with her. Didn't know that when he insisted I go out to the bar with him that first time, it was to say goodbye because he was going to throw himself in the river and let it carry him away. Didn't know that he was dying inside. Just like I was. But I didn't tell him to stay with me. I let him go back to her, still trying to do the right thing. Knowing that I would move away as soon as I could after basking in his love for too brief a time. But we couldn't stay apart. He went back to her on Monday. He left her for good on Tuesday. I've never let him go since. I always tell him to stay.
so...am I the bad guy? am I a terrible person for wanting to be with the person that I love more than anyone else in the world? am I a sinner for not wanting him to be with the person who was killing him a little more every day? If so, then that's what I am. And I would do it all over again.
We Danced by Brad Paisley
The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced
And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced
Over a year ago, a co-worker/friend (although how you can call a person you walk on eggshells around constantly because you never know when she's going to stop talking to you or what you did wrong this time a friend is beyond me) met a guy in a chat room. So, they got talking and she decided that he needed to be tested. She enlisted myself and another co-worker/friend to administer the test. "Tell me if he's a good guy or not, you have better judgement than I do." So, I got on-line and was hauled into a chatroom with the 3 of us girls plus him. We talked for a while, he seemed very nice, and I told her so. She left, but the rest of us stayed and kept talking. Then, the other co-worker left. And he and I kept talking. We had a lot in common. More in common than I do with most people. It was a really awesome conversation. But, he's seeing my friend, so, cool, he and I can be friends. End of that type of thought before it even got going. Would I have been interested in him if they weren't involved with each other? Yes. But...they were...end of story.
He and I continued to talk on-line, about movies, books, pet peeves, anything and everything really. We'd sit and talk for hours, long after she was in bed, while he was at work. Then we'd talk in the morning when he got home from work and when I'd just woken up, usually around 10am. This wasn't a daily occurence, but was a minimum of once a week.
Then the moment came when he drove up to "Rivendale" to surprise her. Unbeknownst to her, he actually visited her after a date with another girl in Marshfield didn't work out. No, I didn't know that at the time. I was told that about six months ago. But by that time, I was the mega-villain and didn't care enough to say anything.
In her eyes, the first meeting went great, and they continued to see each other. In his eyes, well, he didn't want to be alone and they got along ok. So, he drove up to "Rivendale" to meet her friends. I swear she invited everyone she's ever known. Not the first time she'd done that to a guy she met on-line, and probably won't be the last. As compared to the other guy I witnessed being put to the torture test, she did at least talk to him and not ignore him completely. I saw him, knew I was in trouble, and ran. I got completely trashed and left to go to another bar. I was able to shut down any feelings I might have for him that way. Denial is a wonderful thing. Well, not really, but it got me through the night. (He just read over my shoulder and agrees that denial is a good defence mechanism) At one point that evening, I slapped him (so I've been told) and told him that if he hurt her, I'd kill him (that part I remember). Again, denial, but also not. I say not denial because I knew that for him I was capable of going against my own moral code regarding people that are spoken for.
The next time we spoke was about a week later. After I had calmed down the utter mortification I was feeling by my drunken fool behavior upon meeting him in person. I apologized, he said no big deal, and we just kept talking.
The next time we saw each other in person for more than a split second was the day of a huge birthday party, for 5 different people. The girl he was seeing at the time met his parents earlier that day, so I asked him how it went standing less then 10 feet in front of her...facing her the entire time. This obviously meant that I was trying to steal him away from her because she wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the party or for a few weeks after that as well. So, once I realized that I was causing drama at the party (and all the witnesses to it said I didn't do a damn thing wrong), I told him to go talk to her and then I stayed away from her and him. I also went home after the party instead of joining everyone at the bar. This pissed her off too because evidently that was rude. Personally, I figured removing myself from the situation was the politest thing to do and I'm just too fucking old to deal with that high school shit.
Because of the bullshit, I talked to him less after that. It seemed like the right thing to do. He was dating her, I caused tension in their relationship, made sense to me. It sucked tho because I couldn't talk to my friend. The person that I was happy to have as a friend, knowing there was never a chance that we'd be together, and I was ok with that. I understood that. I dealt with it.
Then one day....he said it....those words...those awful words. I hate those words. They are the words that people have said to me in the past. And they usually don't mean them, but just say them to cheer the person they're saying them to up. "If I had met you first..."
Can't be discussed, should never be brought up, stop this line of discussion right now. But he wouldn't. PANIC!!! "You have to say how you really feel," he insists. Think, hard to think, what to say? What's a safe thing to say, but doesn't say anything real? "I would find you intriguing," I reply. Then we chit chat for a while and he disappears.
I immediately send an email to the other friend chosen to test him, including a transcript of the chat (Yahoo history you know). "How does this sound to you? Did I handle it ok? What should I do? Should I tell her?" Her response was, "You handled it fine, sounds really good, oh my God, are you fucking kidding me? Don't tell her. Dammit! You should have been in the chat room that day instead of her!"
And so, after emailing him to delete the conversation from his history because she was coming to visit him and I didn't want him to get in trouble for what I assumed was a drunken moment, I avoided him. He avoided me. We didn't talk for a few weeks. Then, we slowly started talking again. Until the day he was coming up to Rivendale job hunting. He was moving up there to be with her, they'd been talking about marriage. Which ripped me apart, but ok, deal with it. He insisted that we go out to lunch before work. I tried to back away from it, but the man is pushy when he wants something and wouldn't let it go. So, I agreed. And we met for lunch. He talked and talked and talked. I looked at my plate and barely ate anything. For once, I was shy with him, something that I'd never been. Then I had to go to work, where she was pissy because he didn't meet her for her 20 minute lunch. I said, well, he was out to lunch with me. She flipped out. I said, didn't he tell you? Because I couldn't believe he hadn't. And if he did tell her later, and I hadn't said anything...all hell would break loose.
I avoided him after that. Couldn't stand seeing him with her. They were not right for each other. Everyone knew it (except maybe her), everyone had expected it to end long before, but they were moving in together. In order not to say anything, I didn't talk to him any more. Also, to make my life easier at work because she was jealous even tho neither of us had ever done anything.
Occassionally we'd see each other at break at work and talk for a few minutes. We had the same time for the company Xmas dinner, and talked and yes, gave each other a hug in public. It was a quick hug. We both jerked away. I didn't want him getting in trouble because it was sure to get back to her. Which almost made me cry, but I was in public. I didn't want to leave his arms. But other than that...we didn't talk. I had him on permanent invisible on Yahoo so he wouldn't know if I was on-line.
I was going through a really tough time. I wasn't able to talk to my good friend, who if I was honest with myself, I was also in love with. My aunt died. One of my best friends was diagnosed HIV+. I lost it. Good old nervous breakdown time. Don't leave the house except to go to work. Shop only late at night when there are no people around. Some days I couldn't go to work. I stopped living and was barely even existing.
Then in the beginning of April, I logged onto Yahoo. He was on-line. I took him off invis and said hi. We talked for 4 hours. I had been home sick (physically, not mentally this time). Again, pushy man wouldn't take no for an answer and we agreed to meet for a drink the next day. I told him that I'd stay 1 hour at most. I ended up being 20 minutes late because a friend had locked her keys in her car and I stayed to help her out. He was still there and greeted me with a huge smile. We ended up talking until 4am. But we had to keep it a secret from her...of course. Sneaking around when we weren't doing anything but talking about movies, books, and bullshit. And we agreed to meet the same night the following week.
The next week, again, we're just sitting talking. The bartender and the off-duty bartender were the only other people in the bar and they were beyond drunk. So drunk that he was doing the bartending because they could barely stand. "Just kiss her" No, no, no! From both of us. From him, she's my best friend, that's gross! From me, he's dating someone, that's just wrong, I'm not that type of person! "Fine, we're going to dance, you dance too." Thinking it would get them to just shut up, I agreed. He agreed. Brad Paisley We Danced (lyrics at the end of the post) played on the jukebox. We started off holding each other at arms length, like 6th graders at their first dance. Gradually we held each other closer, until we were clinging to each other. I was blushing so much, I thought my head was going to burst into flames. But still nothing was said. We finished the dance, and sat talking until 3:30am. My birthday was that Friday, and he was going to join me and a huge group of people to celebrate.
Friday came and I didn't think he was going to show. But he finally did. She wasn't with him. Oh man, this just got tougher...because I wanted to be in his arms again. We kept everything on the friendship level. Talking with a huge group, nothing drastic going on, just hanging out. We bar hopped a bit. I was drinking beer and "pussy" shots, so I didn't make a fool out of myself again, but I had a nice buzz going just the same. At the last bar, he went off by himself. Sitting at the bar with his head down, while the rest of the group was by the dance floor. Finally, I walked over to him and said, "oh Jose, it'll be alright. Don't you know I love you too?" He winced. I immediately added, "of course I mean as a friend." He looked at me and said, "no no no no no. not just as a friend." And that was it...we started telling each other how we felt. We kissed, the shy, yet wholly emotion filled soft first kiss that's barely a brush of the lips. And then we left the bar.
He left her the next day. But she wouldn't let him go, wouldn't accept that he didn't want to be with her. Didn't know that when he insisted I go out to the bar with him that first time, it was to say goodbye because he was going to throw himself in the river and let it carry him away. Didn't know that he was dying inside. Just like I was. But I didn't tell him to stay with me. I let him go back to her, still trying to do the right thing. Knowing that I would move away as soon as I could after basking in his love for too brief a time. But we couldn't stay apart. He went back to her on Monday. He left her for good on Tuesday. I've never let him go since. I always tell him to stay.
so...am I the bad guy? am I a terrible person for wanting to be with the person that I love more than anyone else in the world? am I a sinner for not wanting him to be with the person who was killing him a little more every day? If so, then that's what I am. And I would do it all over again.
We Danced by Brad Paisley
The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced
And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced
1/06/2006
SEASON SAYS
This was in an old issue of a work newsletter, written by the president of the company. It made me giggle.
Does the statement, "We've always done it that way" ring any bells...? The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number.
Why was that gauge used? Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US Railroads. Why did the English build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the prerailroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.
Why did "they" use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.
Okay! Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing? Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England, because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.
So who built those old rutted roads? Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (and England) for their legions. The roads have been used ever since.
And the ruts in the roads? Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. The United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot. And bureaucracies live forever. So the next time you are handed a spec and told we have always done it that way and wonder what horse's behind came up with that, you may be exactly right, because the Imperial Roman war chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses.
Now the twist to the story... When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah. The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains. The SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.
So, a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the worlds most advanced transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's behind.
And you thought being a horse's behind wasn't important??
Does the statement, "We've always done it that way" ring any bells...? The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number.
Why was that gauge used? Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US Railroads. Why did the English build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the prerailroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.
Why did "they" use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.
Okay! Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing? Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England, because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.
So who built those old rutted roads? Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (and England) for their legions. The roads have been used ever since.
And the ruts in the roads? Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. The United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot. And bureaucracies live forever. So the next time you are handed a spec and told we have always done it that way and wonder what horse's behind came up with that, you may be exactly right, because the Imperial Roman war chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses.
Now the twist to the story... When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah. The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains. The SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.
So, a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the worlds most advanced transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's behind.
And you thought being a horse's behind wasn't important??
1/05/2006
A BRIEF UPDATE...MORE LATER
Hello my jelly and cream filled bit's of goodness. I have a confession to make. I have had other blogs. I don't write on them anymore. I started them for a plethora of reasons. From being able to be angry and that person not being able to read them, to a place where I could put poetry. Well, I decided that since using blog-city only allows a finite number of posts, I decided to start an archive. I'm still working on it, and I may be for a little while. You see, I'm selfish and very clingy to my blogs, so I figured I'd condense all of them into one new "old" blog. I started by finding them all...which took a lot of time. I forgot where they were. But after abusing google, I found them. Only a couple have survived, inactivity seems to do make them deletable, so after a whole lot of copying and pasting, I have taken them off their "dead" blogs, deleted the old blogs and saved the postings. When, I get further with the archive, I'll be linking it here. That's all for now...i'll be back later tonight with more, but since I was here anyways, meaning at the puter, I figured why not tell you what is in the works. I think I may have even posted some of the old poems on here, but I'll be going through all that too. So for now I remain...
Jose
Jose
1/04/2006
Review of Diablo #1: Legacy of Blood
THIS WAS CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!! I can't believe I wasted the time to read this one. I would have been better off playing the game, where at least spending 4 days I would have finished the game and even though I wasted four days in front of the computer I would have felt like I acomplished so much more. The story was weak. The characters were the steroptypical...demon bad, ghosts want to keep living, selfish sorceress, evil general, cursed items, BLAH FRIKKEN BLAH!! I'm sorry if I'm being harsh, but for chrissakes, I honestly would rather watch Barb Wire 52.844036697247706422018348623853 times(that's the amount of time I spent reading this book and that's how many times I would have to watch the 109 minute movie). I also think Barb Wire is one of the most wretched things ever made for cinema, but it is actually less painful than this book. So with that saidI remain truly happy that I have the Wolfwalker Books to finish and i am still
Jose
NOW THAT I'VE CLEANSED THE BAD TASTE FROM MY MOUTH
My sassy friends, and belligerent neighbors, my gawd how I have missed you all. I know, I know, it's been a long time. Damn near 15 minutes since I last posted and close to 30 hours since my last daily uppiedate. So nothing much is going on, just trying to avoid cleaning...and being successful. Yay me!! Had to deal with the landlord because he couldn't find the rent check. So I went down to the bank...just my luck to have my landlord be the VP of a local bank...well anyways, I went down after they served me with the pay or get your deadbeat ass outta my house paper. Lo and behold, I'm in his office and on his desk I see the envelope that had my rent check. So he was about to start going into his Late Rent spiel, when I just casually told him I was there on Friday...he was in a meeting, so I was instructed to leave it in an envelope with one of the tellers. I then pointed to this envelope that was sitting on his desk and said "And that's my rent sir." To which he said..."oh good well thanks for coming down and taking care of this." Like I had a frikken choice. The rent's been on his desk for 5 days and he didn't notice. Well for some reason that didn't instill much confidence into the financial institution of which he is the VP of. So I guess I'll be sticking with my good old credit union that I've had 12 1/2 years.
So I’ve been catching up on my blog reading and I realized I'm NOT the only one with infrequent updates. I know I missed entire months, but not having a porn loader aka computer, kind of hinders the ability to update, but I think I've been doing a decent job since. I know I've been kind of cheating doing reviews, but hey it works for me. It gives me a reason to read new books and reread the ones in my library, because simply I like to read. The same goes for movies. When times are tight, I tend to sell them, yet there are some that I CANNOT part with, so why not give people a heads up with them? If I like it or hate it, you'll be the third to know. Me, being the first and Season, being the second. I know I know, I ramble. But that's what I do. The other day Season got upset with me for writing on here. But at that moment I had the desire to write. Now being a guy who would one day like to write for a living (fat chance there I know, but it's still a dream), there are times when the desire to write something takes precedent over everything. So writing on here gives me the false sense that I'm actually a writer. It's like role-playing. I pretend I'm a writer. So after all this time I figured out how to do the review thing. So now I'm a pretend writer, and a pretend critic. That goes along with being a comedic genius (you see, in my head I'm a comedic genius, so everything I say is hysterical...in my head, but when it comes out well than I'm just a schmuk, but my defense is that "genius is never truly understood, until after you're dead...and that's my story). So I guess there it is. My reason d'etre. So I think that's all for now...until then I remain
A credit union using fool named
Jose
So I’ve been catching up on my blog reading and I realized I'm NOT the only one with infrequent updates. I know I missed entire months, but not having a porn loader aka computer, kind of hinders the ability to update, but I think I've been doing a decent job since. I know I've been kind of cheating doing reviews, but hey it works for me. It gives me a reason to read new books and reread the ones in my library, because simply I like to read. The same goes for movies. When times are tight, I tend to sell them, yet there are some that I CANNOT part with, so why not give people a heads up with them? If I like it or hate it, you'll be the third to know. Me, being the first and Season, being the second. I know I know, I ramble. But that's what I do. The other day Season got upset with me for writing on here. But at that moment I had the desire to write. Now being a guy who would one day like to write for a living (fat chance there I know, but it's still a dream), there are times when the desire to write something takes precedent over everything. So writing on here gives me the false sense that I'm actually a writer. It's like role-playing. I pretend I'm a writer. So after all this time I figured out how to do the review thing. So now I'm a pretend writer, and a pretend critic. That goes along with being a comedic genius (you see, in my head I'm a comedic genius, so everything I say is hysterical...in my head, but when it comes out well than I'm just a schmuk, but my defense is that "genius is never truly understood, until after you're dead...and that's my story). So I guess there it is. My reason d'etre. So I think that's all for now...until then I remain
A credit union using fool named
Jose
1/03/2006
Review of The Brothers Grimm
Terry Gilliam, Terry Gilliam, Terry Gilliam. Terry Gilliam directed it. Terry Gilliam from Monty Python. Terry Gilliam made it very very cool. He DIRECTED IT! Matt Damon and Heath Ledger were very cool in it playing roles that are a long stretch from their usual spiels. BUT IT"S TERRY FRIKKEN GILLIAM!!!! So, go see it. Rent it. Buy it. Just don't miss it. It's funny and dark. But mostly it is entertaining, and it's fun, and it's dark, and it's just a damn good movie.Jose
THE ADVERTISING WHORE IS BACK
Hello my saucy little numbers. It seems that I might have a new reader. YAY ME!!!! So I decided to makes some changes to the bookmarks. I realized that putting links to other blogs would be way cooler...than having comics on there. Now I will still be here being the advertising whore that I so love to be, but comics will be in the entries and very cool blogs will be in the bookmarks. So I ended up reading this particular blog...and it was a fun read. It was honest (a very big thing for me). And I know Season will love the entry where Hannah talks about ...umm oh hell...let's just cut and paste:
I ordered a burger and he a chicken sandwhich. This started the whole "eating complex" thing I had going while he was here. Every single time we went out, he got less food then me. I probably wouldn't have really noticed, exept then he mentioned to me no other girl he knew would have gotten a big burger and then eaten it practicaly. (such as I was doing) I blame my brother for my lack of daintyness. But, that feminine quality is far overrated anyhow.
Personally speaking, if you're hungry than eat damnit. I’m pretty sure when Season gets home she'll add her 2 cents worth. She usually does...LOL...oh crap; I think I'll be paying for that later. But it is something I will be checking on from time to time...even though it would be easier to just sign up for a mailing list, hint hint. I don't know if it's new or not, because there was no calendar, to check past entries, but either way it was an enjoyable. So for now my little chickadees...and I mean just now...I'll be back in a little bit to do some more postings cuz for the next few days I have all the time in the world.
Till than I remain just what I always was a fool
Named Jose.
PS I almost forgot Duel that's what I was talking about. Duel is the blog. Go read Duel damnit. I mean now!!!
I ordered a burger and he a chicken sandwhich. This started the whole "eating complex" thing I had going while he was here. Every single time we went out, he got less food then me. I probably wouldn't have really noticed, exept then he mentioned to me no other girl he knew would have gotten a big burger and then eaten it practicaly. (such as I was doing) I blame my brother for my lack of daintyness. But, that feminine quality is far overrated anyhow.
Personally speaking, if you're hungry than eat damnit. I’m pretty sure when Season gets home she'll add her 2 cents worth. She usually does...LOL...oh crap; I think I'll be paying for that later. But it is something I will be checking on from time to time...even though it would be easier to just sign up for a mailing list, hint hint. I don't know if it's new or not, because there was no calendar, to check past entries, but either way it was an enjoyable. So for now my little chickadees...and I mean just now...I'll be back in a little bit to do some more postings cuz for the next few days I have all the time in the world.
Till than I remain just what I always was a fool
Named Jose.
PS I almost forgot Duel that's what I was talking about. Duel is the blog. Go read Duel damnit. I mean now!!!
1/02/2006
INSPIRATIONS FROM A SMALL TOWN IN KANSAS
Hello again my tasty friends. Just a little self indulgent play by play of this mundane world I call mine. I'm feeling all spicy cuz I got my smokes, beer, and a little bit o'time to write this morning. First off I want to thank all 5000+ people who have taken time to read this lil waste o’space, which really made my day. It is a pretty good feeling knowing that someone out there reads my ramblings. If you do come by and have a blog let me know. I've said it before; I'm a blog advertising whore, especially if I like it. Than it gets linked. Sound cool?
Second thing, I want to thank all the people in 2005, for making it a truly wonderful year. The people who still like me, and of course the people who don't. One can't become a better person unless; they have both in their lives.
Third, I want to thank whatever divine entity is out there. You have given me many gifts and many chances to enrich myself, and those around me. I haven't taken any of that for granted, since you blessed me with a reason to do so.
And lastly, I am thankful for every breath I take, every morning I wake up, every smile I make (both yours and mine), every laugh, every tear, every hug, every kiss and my chance to just be thankful. So with all that said...
It's the 2nd day of a new year, which means I have 6 months left of my 33rd year of life outside the womb. It hasn't been an easy 6 months, but it has been a great 6 months. A short recap in no particular order...
-My cuz got arrested, and will be going away for a lil while
-Moved to Waukesha, WI from Rhinelander aka Rivendale
-My step dad got served divorce papers
-Moved back into my old apartment
-Got my driving privileges back
-Started yet another job I don't like
-My sister dumped an asshole of a boyfriend
-Saw the chronicles Of Narnia
-And Corpse Bride
-And loved them both
-Met Season's siblings.
-Met Season's best friends
-Saw a live band for the first time in over 2 years
Now that may not seem like a lot, or it may depend on who you are, but those are some of the highs and lows of my 33rd year of life. Now what does that have to do with anything? I just finished watching Smallville Season 2 and Chloe Sullivan played by Allison Mack, had this awesome confession to Clark Kent. Umm I figured I didn't need to link Clark's name, but the actor who plays him (Tom Welling) will get a link. Now in the episode Fever Chloe says this
"I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin; I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the Spring Formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings."
"My dad told me there are two types of girls. The ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait."
And I broke down. That, I think was one of the most beautiful things someone can say, especially knowing that they can never have the one thing that can make them whole. Someone whose mere presence fills you with joy and pain, and like I said, I cried. Because actually living through this moment, was one of the hardest moments of my life. I don't really know where any of this is going, but I heard that, and I thought I should share it. It's not easy living any kind of lie, and when your heart's and hope's on the line, it just makes it that much more unbearable. So I think if you get the chance to say something to the one you love, take the chance. The answer might hurt more, but the weight of the burden of the lie is considerably less.
well g'nite my tasty friends, because it's time for me to go to bed with the girl I took that chance
with, and I have never regretted it once.
so I remain a lucky man named Jose
Second thing, I want to thank all the people in 2005, for making it a truly wonderful year. The people who still like me, and of course the people who don't. One can't become a better person unless; they have both in their lives.
Third, I want to thank whatever divine entity is out there. You have given me many gifts and many chances to enrich myself, and those around me. I haven't taken any of that for granted, since you blessed me with a reason to do so.
And lastly, I am thankful for every breath I take, every morning I wake up, every smile I make (both yours and mine), every laugh, every tear, every hug, every kiss and my chance to just be thankful. So with all that said...
It's the 2nd day of a new year, which means I have 6 months left of my 33rd year of life outside the womb. It hasn't been an easy 6 months, but it has been a great 6 months. A short recap in no particular order...
-My cuz got arrested, and will be going away for a lil while
-Moved to Waukesha, WI from Rhinelander aka Rivendale
-My step dad got served divorce papers
-Moved back into my old apartment
-Got my driving privileges back
-Started yet another job I don't like
-My sister dumped an asshole of a boyfriend
-Saw the chronicles Of Narnia
-And Corpse Bride
-And loved them both
-Met Season's siblings.
-Met Season's best friends
-Saw a live band for the first time in over 2 years
Now that may not seem like a lot, or it may depend on who you are, but those are some of the highs and lows of my 33rd year of life. Now what does that have to do with anything? I just finished watching Smallville Season 2 and Chloe Sullivan played by Allison Mack, had this awesome confession to Clark Kent. Umm I figured I didn't need to link Clark's name, but the actor who plays him (Tom Welling) will get a link. Now in the episode Fever Chloe says this
"I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin; I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the Spring Formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings."
"My dad told me there are two types of girls. The ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait."
And I broke down. That, I think was one of the most beautiful things someone can say, especially knowing that they can never have the one thing that can make them whole. Someone whose mere presence fills you with joy and pain, and like I said, I cried. Because actually living through this moment, was one of the hardest moments of my life. I don't really know where any of this is going, but I heard that, and I thought I should share it. It's not easy living any kind of lie, and when your heart's and hope's on the line, it just makes it that much more unbearable. So I think if you get the chance to say something to the one you love, take the chance. The answer might hurt more, but the weight of the burden of the lie is considerably less.
well g'nite my tasty friends, because it's time for me to go to bed with the girl I took that chance
with, and I have never regretted it once.
so I remain a lucky man named Jose
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