My Boys...

Jon Stewart is a genius. He always has the kindest things to say about MY favourite president, Dip Shit. His diatribe the other night was brilliant as he pondered the question, "If Iran has nuclear weapons (aka weapons of mass destruction), why aren't we going there to oust their leader? What about China?". The answer... we don't have any armed forces left. Great, just great. So proud to carry that goddamn blue passport.


Then there's...



This unsavory character is Lewis Black. He too spares no kind words for George so once again, he's a hero in my book.


Then there's


Carlos Mencia, who will make you cry he's so good. His jokes are completely, across the board, offensive to every nationality, race, or religion. NOBODY is exempt. Check out some of his rants at http://www.comedycentral.com/comedians/browse/m/carlos_mencia.jhtml.



And lastly - my boys from 20 - yup, twenty years ago...



New album and most likely, their last tour, which is coming here on November 5th (thank God that's a Saturday). When I called Baby Bro to ask him what the Gwinnett Center was like, he said not to worry about getting tickets as everyone who would want to see Depeche Mode is probably too old to be going to a concert. Thanks, ButtMunch.

Anyway, had a good quiet weekend with my Mum in town. We went to dinner both Saturday and Sunday night and she left this morning. I wish I could have crawled into her suitcase. These next four weeks are going to be torture as I try in vain to finish this goddamn dining room. Of course, the balmy weather we've been enjoying left around 3 AM and the wind started kicking up around 35 mph. Yeah, yeah, at least I'm not in south Florida. But, the wind is blowing the pecans out of the trees and it sounds like central Baghdad outside. Not comforting when you live in the 'hood.

Oh well, looks like it's time to get back to the most boring job on the planet. If I can't get a construction job in Europe by Spring, I'm leaving for Fiji with two of my cats. I'll get a job cleaning hotel rooms or waiting tables. Anything is better than this.

On a bright note, I've managed to lose even another 5 pounds this past week. I guess there is one silver lining around the mono cloud. Who would have guessed. Eight months on a treadmill, running like a hamster on crack - 3 miles a day - and nothing. Then, get sick and drop 30 lbs in four weeks. God can be so wily sometimes.

Oh yeah, and the squirrels were released yesterday. I haven't seen them since they crawled up the Dogwood tree, but I do hope these past six weeks have not been in vain. I am waiting to walk outside one morning and see that Linus has decided to leave them for my breakfast. Now, that would be a wily God thing to do.