Sunday, September 10, 2006

Progress Measured in a Dixie Cup

YIPPY - two coats of paint left and my new front door is done. I wouldn't hire myself to do shit since it's taken me four months to replace my front door. What a scam.

I've had it with the paint stripper. I'm pretty sure that's what killed the last brain cell I had and it's getting the cat high and it's just not fair for the cat to get fucked up when I can't.

What a lovely morning. There's nothing like the delightful hum of sirens, barking dogs, RAP MUSIC at 2,000 decibels, ahhhh--- the "Ballad of the 'Hood". Maybe that's why I pine for such places as Rabun or Los Roques.

On the subject of mornings, how is it that on mornings that begin with "monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, and friday", I can't drag my sorry ass out of bed to save Earth. BUT - you give me a Saturday morning or a Sunday morning and the bells start chiming at FIVE AM.

On the subject of the 'Hood, I want one of these:



No, not so I can drive it (fat-fucking-chance), but so the brothers in the 'Hood really think I'm nuts. Actually, I'm pretty sure I've accomplished that already. My favourite thing in the world to do is stand on the front porch, hands on hips and just stare at 'em. You know, with a look that says, "please just give me an excuse to blow your sorry, welfare-sucking ass off the planet". I'm pretty sure they think I have a RPG in the house. I mean, if you're truly a crazed nut at the end of your rope, a handgun just won't do the trick.

Melissa Ethridge has a song and video out for "An Inconvienent Truth". Great song, but I really don't think I can see the movie. Before Bush leaves office, I'm positive there won't be much breathable air left in this world. What a nimrod. His daddy was on the news last night telling everyone how his little boy really isn't stupid. After all, "he graduated Yale". Whooo-hooo! All that means is that enough money can buy a diploma anywhere.

On the subject of education - or lack thereof - Only 9% of University of Georgia basketball players graduate. That's just plain sad.


On the subject of truly sad, last month two teenagers in the Englewood Manor took a puppy and duct-taped all four of his legs together, then covered him in paint and set him on fire. Since that didn't quite kill him, these little monsters decided to roast him in the oven of the community club. Then, they trashed the community club and went out and started bragging about what they did. They even put on a little "show and tell" for the other twisted fucksticks in the 'Hood. The Fulton DA is requesting that Sonny revise the law for animal abuse so these "boys" can spend some quality time in the Pokie. I beg any Right-wing assmunch to tell me why anyone would disagree with the DA. Where's that RPG, again?

I need a vacation. I wanted to raft the Chatooga this weekend, but they wrote and said there's no water in the river. What fun is that? Actually, I just got back from Florida. Not much of a vacation, perse, but I did get to go to the pool one day. I'm so glad security on the planes has returned to sensible. I accidentally carried a corkscrew on board, but they snatched my bottle of water right out of my grubby paw.

Speaking of water, going down to the bathroom has become a torturous nightmare. First, I've been suffering a wicked-assed kidney infection for two weeks and I have to take this fucking medication that turns your piss orange. I don't mean, orange-hued, I mean fucking Sunkist ORANGE. Thank god the doctor warned me or I'd be freaking out, back in the emergency room. Then, just so my physical discomfort isn't outmatched by my mental anguish, Army ROTC has moved down the hall and they have put pictures of everyone in the Bush Administration (yup, to include President Fuckstick) up and down the walls. And it's not just the pictures, these jokes have more shit on the walls than a pre-pubscent teenager. Military recruiters really are a bunch of amoral retards.

And it goes without saying that if the Democrats can't take down this asshole-ee-oh,



then we're even more fucked than previously feared. If you're so stupid as to EMAIL slutty messages to teenagers, you deserve a spanking. Now he gets to hide out in re-hab, 'cause his homosexuality was due to the fact he's a fucking lush. And he was the chairman of the committee to end child explotation. Talk about putting the gay, pedophiliac, drunk fox in charge of the kindergarten coop. Floridians must be so proud. And the right-wingers are running for the hills.

The Washington Post wrote that the 700 mile fence on the Texas border that the Republicans are bragging about approving won't be built after all. If memory serves, that would mean that these dipshits have accompished NADA, niente, nicht since they have been back in session and they're going on recess again. Well, maybe not until some of them lose their seats thanks to Foley. However, this country is so fucked up, I'm not sure anyone, the least being a Democrat, can fix it - ever.

Also in the news: Jimmy Buffett gets busted with drugs. And?

Scottish news reports a 15-year old white boy was viciously murdered by Arabs because he was white. What the fuck is wrong with this world when shit like this happens in Scotland? Houston, Atlanta, Oakland, maybe... but Scotland?

Some good news? Pot smokers may be able to avoid Alzheimer's. Where's my bong?

Other good news? This little precious



will be on a National Geographic show this Sunday. Her name is Legadema and she was photographed over a period of three years by a couple in Botswana. They said that at one point she killed a baboon for food, then found the baboon's baby and actually nurtured it. How fucking awesome is that?

Speaking of critters, Lun Lun's new cub is just damn cute



Of course, Zoo Atlanta is going to have an auction in a month to determine what the baby will be called. Since the last baby born at the zoo (a gorilla) is now called Macy's (yup, after the department store), maybe we'll have to call Lun Lun's cub "Home Depot".

Holy, sweet Jesus, I'm so fucking bored at this job, I'm blogging about goddam pandas. Time to get out of here.

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