The Hits Just Keep on Coming

So, I drop David off late to the airport this morning and get a flat tire on the way to work. Stuck on the Interstate at rush hour trying to change a flat and how many Southern gentlement stop to help... nada, niente, niche. Not one sorry son of a bitch.

I just came home and found the living room infested with ants. I have no idea where they are coming from and I'm allergic to ants. Why couldn't it have been bees?? Or even snakes? I'm not allergic to them.

Oh, and speaking of critters, AmberGrace puked all over the only two rugs in the house. Good, green puke, too. 1,400 square feet of hardwood floor and she has to hit the only 2 feet of fucking throw rug I own.

Oh, and there's something wrong with my phone. It won't turn on and I have no idea what has happened to it. I can charge it, that's it. So, until I can get to a Cingular store, I will have no phone. David apparently took both of his with him.

I'm going down to run (that is unless the power drops in which case I will drive out and by some nicotine patches).

And lastly, if the Pigs across the street don't shut that fucking dog up, they will become the victims of my wrath. I almost feel sorry for them.

When am I leaving again?

No wonder my fucking hair is falling out.

Yeah, I do think I'm going after the pigs.

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all you Mums out there. I've received a couple of calls since I have cats. I guess that means I'm "qualified".

This is a sad reminder to many Mums out there...



This lady lost her son in a war. She is more an absentee-mum. Or, I guess it should be a Mum of an "absentee-son". There is absolutely no reason why any lady should be called that. Simply criminal.

Here in the ATL, some woman didn't want to become a Mum. That's why she left her newborn in a plastic bag in a slum park. I'm so happy to know that if the Supreme Court overturns Row vs. Wade and State Legislature gets to rule, Georgia will be one of the first (behind Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, lest we forget South Dakota) to outlaw abortion. Shit, just overpopulate the lower class with poor, unwanted, abused and abandoned children and I see the makings of "Les Miserables", revised. Talk about a class-schism. How 'bout a society with two classes... the upper elite and the lower, sewer dwellers who can wait on the others.

In the News

But, first, my boy yet again...



Yeah!! Talk about payback. I can't remember the last time I heard so many Americans say such wonderful things about Mexicans!!! Hell there's even talk about traveling to Mexico and staying (legally, of course). I mean, the gringos are just screaming, "Hell, Jose, stay here if you want, but we're headed south since our new buddy, Vicente Fox, has decided to legalize drugs". Cozumel, anyone? Actually, he's not legalizing drugs so don't get your panties in a twist. He's simply trying to ease up on some of the more violent aspects of the illegal drug trade. Chances are he'll balk, though. Too many rightwing nutjobs will try to tell him that all of our hard-working Americans (you know the ones who's jobs the Mexicans have stolen) will all head south-of-the-border to partake in some ganga bash.

Also in the news...

Rummie got his ass handed to him last night, right here in my yard. Never underestimate a really pissed off old, Southern woman who looks like she should be knitting sockies for her grandkids, yet comes to a press conference for Rumsfeld, carrying a flag that said, "Guilty of War Crimes". A couple of other folks chucked up other comments, and although it wasn't a big stir, it was a stir nonetheless - and it was the first story last night on NBC. See, some of us in Atlanta do have some common sense even if DipShit #1 (and Benedict Arnold) has come out in support of our Nazi-Governor's re-election (if you aren't from here, I'm referring to the Zell). We also have TweedleDumb (Johnny Isakson) and TweedleDumber (Phil Gingrey) ringing the "Rummie is so cool" bell. Puke.

Speaking of Isakson and Gingrey, I do have to give them a minute bit of praise in that they have decided to pair with John Kerry and John Tierney to pass a comprehensive bill making internet child porn a more punishable crime. This is only after they heard testimony from a 13-year old Russian girl, who at the age of five, was adopted by a sicko-pigshit-bastard and repeatedly raped and tortured from day one. Oh, and then this sicko-pigshit-bastard posted her naked pictures all over the Web. It's stories like this that really make me question my anti-capitol punishment stand.

And someone else I'd like to personally punch in the testicles? The asshole who allowed a sinkhole to form in Piedmont park where this little guy...



fell to his death after being swept away by a raging flow of raw sewage.

His owner isn't suing the City. I wouldn't bother, either. I'd be selling Mexican crack to Rush Limbaugh to earn enough money to pay for a big, hairy guy named Guido to head over to the Park Management division at City hall and eat someone a new asshole.

Also in the news... Unwanted pregnancy rises in poor women. Hello? Someone actually pissed away money to prove this?

Also, in the news... Doctor's in the UK defend a woman's right to become a mother at 63. Come on, peeps. Sixty-fucking-three? How rude is that to a child. Shit, that's old enough that there's a very good chance that both mother and son will be in nappies at the same time. What's wrong with that picture?

But back to home-grown news... Gwinnett County Police are Boasting the Arrest of one of America's Most Wanted. Yeah, you go, boys! How many men did they need to tackle this bad ass? Did anyone get shot during the arrest? How exactly did it happen? As dangerous as this may sound. Here's the story...

A man broke into an apartment complex and kicked out the tenant. Then he proceeded to eat all of the guy's food and drank all of his booze. He then passed out on the couch. Meanwhile, the tenant went to the police and brought them back to the apartment where they handcuffed Sleeping Beauty, then woke him up and carted him off to jail, where they found he was wanted in several states for murder and other crimes. Now that, my sistas, is godamn great policework. Hell, it is Gwinnett County. I surprised they handcuffed the guy before they woke him up. Talk about a hangover.

My Boy, Again...

Here's to Mikey...



Some of the relevent comments made in Sunday's paper:

Errors and arrogance

Rumsfeld claims that commanders were given all the troops they wanted. That's a lie. His micromanagement of troop deployments did grave damage. Furthermore, the office of the secretary of defense made it clear that commanders were not to ask for more troops.

The fact that post-Saddam Iraq failed to turn into a democratic Atlantis overnight caught Rumsfeld by surprise, and he never recovered. His failure to act decisively allowed the insurgency to take root.

Rumsfeld has been notoriously arrogant with military leaders --- who, by law, cannot respond to his insults. He has lost the confidence of our military leaders beyond the circle of sycophants with which he has surrounded himself.

But there are other reasons the SecDef must be dismissed. With Orwellian disregard for the truth, Rumsfeld has claimed credit for "transformation" at the Pentagon, for pioneering innovative approaches to future warfare. Yet, far from building a more effective fighting force, he has disregarded every lesson of our recent wars in favor of continuing massive and wasteful purchases of weapons systems conceived in the 1980s to fight the Soviet Union. What he labels transformation is a shameless defense of the acquisition status quo and the last decade's bankrupt schemes for waging bloodless techno-wars.

In addition to the widespread disgust among senior officers with the way the secretary botched the fight for Iraq, another trigger for the current round of criticism has been the latest Quadrennial Defense Review, the document that instructs our military on which weapons to buy and how to organize. Trumpeted as revolutionary---with phenomenal cynicism---the QDR failed to kill a single Cold War-legacy weapons system.

At a time when our troops have pressing needs, from sufficient numbers in uniform to replacement vehicles for those destroyed or worn out in Iraq, Rumsfeld's latest QDR proposes squandering hundreds of billions of dollars on useless, overpriced, outdated and counterproductive weapons, such as the Air Force's F-22 stealth fighter (the utility and reliability of which have been questioned) or the Navy's DDX destroyers (intended to fight a Soviet Navy that no longer exists).

Money used for junk

Every one of our services has serious needs, and Rumsfeld's "transformation" addresses virtually none of them. He would cut troop levels to buy worthless junk --- systems that would deform our military for decades to come and result in decreased readiness. The SecDef is supporting our defense industry, not our defense: We are getting the military Lockheed Martin wants to sell us, not the military we need.

If these problems are so serious, why has it taken so long for the generals to speak out? I've personally heard dozens of generals complain about Rumsfeld's incompetence and vindictiveness for years --- and have yet to hear one say a private word in his praise. Why didn't they go public? There are several reasons, some practical, others institutional.

Loyalty is deeply inculcated into our military, as is obedience to civilian control (something I have never heard questioned). Furthermore, no senior leader wants to abandon his troops in wartime --- he generally reasons that he can do more good by sticking to his post. And, of course, even the most well-intentioned internal criticism is a career-ender under a regime as intolerant as Rumsfeld's.

Nonetheless, it's been disappointing that so few retired generals have spoken out until now --- retirees do not face the same legal or ethical restrictions as those still in uniform. A few men of integrity, such as Gens. Anthony Zinni and Barry McCaffrey, did take principled stands on Rumsfeld's worst policy blunders, but most retirees simply kept quiet.

Scary News

This is really creepy... first I read this article in today's AJC:

Police Hunt for Chimps After Fatal Attack
By CLARENCE ROY-MACAULAY
Associated Press Writer

FREETOWN, Sierra Leone — Police hunted Monday for chimpanzees that escaped from a Sierra Leone preserve and mauled a group of American and local sightseers, killing one man and injuring four people.

The U.S. Embassy warned Americans against traveling to the Tacugama Chimpanzee Sanctuary, where the chimps escaped before Sunday's attack on a taxicab.

The Sierra Leonean driver died as the chimps ripped his body apart, and three Americans were treated at a hospital for minor injuries, said Oliver Somasa, a top police official.

Another Sierra Leonean man in the group had his hand amputated after the mauling, Somasa said. U.S. officials had no further comment. The Americans were in Sierra Leone to help build a new embassy building, Somasa said.

Armed police were searching Monday for 27 chimpanzees, Somasa said, while four others had already returned on their own accord to the reserve.

Somosa said it was unclear why the chimps attacked or how they were able to escape.

Chimpanzee attacks are unusual but not unprecedented.

Two chimps that escaped from their cages in a California sanctuary severely mauled a man in March 2005 before the man's son-in-law shot the animals to death.



Damn, that's fucked up.

But, then I see this article (picture included) in the column right next to it --- coincidence? You be the judge...





Capitol abuzz as elections qualifying begins
McKinney comes out swinging against Bush administration

By NANCY BADERTSCHER and JIM THARPE
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 04/24/06

While the rest of state government was closed for Confederate Memorial Day, the Capitol was buzzing today as controversial U.S. Rep. Cynthia McKinney, Gov. Sonny Perdue and dozens of other candidates qualified to run in this year's federal elections.

McKinney, a Democrat, came out swinging against the Bush Administration, reiterating her criticisms of the President on the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks and Iraq War.

"Now we're talking about a nuclear strike on [Iran]," she told reporters. "This is something the American people can't even imagine. In the midst of one failed war, we're talking about starting another war."

Her father, former state Rep. Billy McKinney, said the campaign is about to "whup some Republicans."

DeKalb County Commissioner Hank Johnson, who hopes to beat McKinney in the Democratic primary, showed up at qualifying with a half dozen or so supporters who were sporting T-shirts that read: "solutions, not politics."

Johnson said he'll shy away from joining critics of McKinney's recent scrape with Capitol security and focus on what he sees as her failure to bring needed federal funds to the district for transportation and other priorities.

Qualifying runs through noon Friday, but most candidates generally try to be a part of the frenzied first day.

Some were standing in line when qualifying started at 9 a.m. in the House chamber for Democrats and in the Senate for Republicans.

Gov. Sonny Perdue filed for re-election this afternoon and then promised about 200 supporters that they'd see a replay of his 2002 victory.

Now, this my friend really is fucked up. What's up with that crazy look in her eyes? I think Marty Feldman was somewhere in the McKinney woodpile.

Compliments of Baby Bro

Now I don't know who will go to hell first; Bro for sending this to me, me for posting it to my blog, or - and this is my first guess - IbeJO who's comment, "'Tards make fun toys" had me on the floor for twenty minutes.

They Call Him a Pinko,

but I love him.

My boy, Mike Luckovich, won a Pulitzer Prize for his cartoons on Katrina and the war in Iraq. Go, boy! Here's just one of my favs...

And I Thought I was Having a Bad Day...

This is the Downtown Connector, smack dab in downtown Atlanta (hence the name), which shepards hundreds of thousands of cars and people through the City every day. Today, right before lunch, some cat (that would be him in the red shirt between the two signs) decided to off himself by jumping off this bridge (the 10th Street overpass), which is right outside my office. As a matter of fact, I had a better angle of this little incident than any news chopper or road camera.

Now, at the risk of sounding selfish, I have to ask... why did we have to put up with this shit for one solid hour? I mean, the poor thing "was just released from prison and apparently depressed" (no shit, if I was just freed after getting a daily salad toss, I'd be a little bummed myself - no pun intended). But my point is this, see that big yellow pillow on the road under this guy? I say shoot the mother fucker and be done with it. Okay, maybe you don't have to kill him (even though that's apparently exactly what he wants), but nail him in the kneecap, let him fall on the pillow, pick him up and let the traffic flow.

Sadly, this isn't the first time this shit has happened. The City even spent thousands and thousands of dollars putting these chain link fences on the overpasses, but all that does is allow the jumpers an extra five feet or so of elevation. Actually, some of the pictures of this incident show the guy climbing back over the fence after the cops talked him down". Man, what a waste... makes me want to jump off - nah, it's never that bad.

Just in Time for the Holidays...

Thanks Yorkshire Soul!

Not Your Average Bear

So, I'm watching the "Today" show this morning and the anchor is interviewing a Tennessee Park Ranger - I don't think I need to give any visuals, here. This is how the conversation starts...

Anchor: "Officials are questioning campers in the Cherokee National Forest Campground today trying to get a description of the black bear that killed a six-year old girl on Friday."

OK S-T-O-P right there... I'll give you a description: First, he's a fucking bear. Second, he's black. 'Nuf said.

Anchor: "Rangers want to be sure they don't kill the wrong bear."

Hold it... what does your average bear hunter kill? Convict bears?

Park Ranger, Cletus Rebone: "Yeah, well, er... wher still tryin' to figure out why that bear kilt that little girl. We figured it might be sick, ya know with a virus in his brain or whatnot. Other den dat, we just ain't got a clue as to why this big, hungry bear thats been asleep' for the past five months coulda wanted to kill her.


Hmmmmmm - I know this is a stretch, but let me give it a shot...


Ummmmm, how about... he's A FUCKING B-E-A-R!


Kid musta looked like a chicken McNugget. No wonder the Honey buns weren't looking too good to him.


Not even 11 AM and I've already maxed out on my stupid quota. Time to go destroy the front door.

The Sum of It's Parts

I am a pretzel. I know this because I got kneaded today. Not to say, I was "needed", but I got my ass, literally, kneaded (aka, lightly risen pizza dough just waiting to get slammed down) only to rise like a phoenix (I hope) in the morning.

Ever since Christmas, I've had this goddman mid-trapezius muscle that has been pulled and has all but crippled me. Been to Kaiser, only to get the useless Flexeril (I guess they aren't useless if you're still into that kinda buzz), but regardless - no use.

So, I fork out the cash and go to a massage therapist in January. He works me over and says - and I quote, "There's not a goddamn thing I can do for you until you see a chiropractor". Whaaaaa??? Me + quack-o-practor = not in this fucking lifetime.

So the muscle really starts being a pain in the ass (well, six vertebre up from my ass, but...) and considering I dropped a C-note on "the kid" for the massage and he used to work in a quake-o-clinic, I figured, what the hey?? After all,dealing with the Kaiser folks, I wonder if there is some reason I get ugly images when I hear the name, Kaiser? Heil...

sorry.

Anyway, Kaiser gives me 20 visits to one of their "approved" quacks. Of course, I have to pick the one in hoity-toity land aka Sandy Springs and I reluctantly go see him. I mean, after all, I'm about to pull a coyote on my own fucking arm, right?

This operation turns out to be a husband and wife team, in a very nice office, who are some of the MOST pleasant people I have ever met - seriously. On the first day there, I was waiting in the torture - hmmm, I mean therapy, room and I was looking at all the anatomical graphics they had on the wall. I could pinpoint exactly what was bothering me (not like I didn't learn this in 2nd year Auburn biology, but time does tend to clean house). Anyway, the "doc" comes in and we start talking and I tell him what is what and where what is doing what and whatnot and the next thing I know he's moving my fucking spine around and... well, it was AWESOME! Freaky, but awesome. It really is amazing how much the spinal column can fuck with the rest of your body - duh, kinda like the engine car fucking with the cabboose, huh?

Anyway, he also showed me some killer back exercises to do with my weights, which I have been working on and I'm actually ready to increase my weight. But, the idea is to get the spine straight while the muscles learn how to hold it there. My posture has been so bad since fourth grade. Now, just picture this: 4th grad class photo; you are 5 foot 8 inches tall, crater-face acne, brilliant wrap-around braces, and in the most malevelent grade ever devised by humans, period... oh, and I'm a FUCKING G-I-R-L. Every "boy" in the fourth grade now rises right about my non-existant chestline so I ask, "Would you not try to shrink to microscopic size?".

Now that you get the picture, the bottom line was that after years of slouching, the old bod said, "fuck it,. this is how it will be". Tell your kids that bullshit your parents crammed down your throat about "stand up straight" really means something. I have the insurance claims to prove it.

OK, so I see the "quack" today, whom I seriously admire with all my gusto, and he tells me (like he needs to tell me) that my trap is "free". So off to the "kid" to make sure there aren't any other muscle groups that will kick my ass later down the road. I show up and Kid is ready - 90 full intense deep tissue massage. Fuck, this kid musta been the WonderBread guy in another life. Needless to say, one lesson you must understand 'bout DEEP tissue massage - it really isn't about that pus "relaxation" thing. When it is done correctly, it is W-O-R-K and there are times when it really is good and there are times when it really, really makes you understand what muscles are where and what they do.

Another thing, once you get kneaded like I did today, know enough NOT to do anything physical for at least 24 hours. Oh, and drink so much fucking water that you piss clear for at least 2 days. Anything short of that will send you to the ER for toxic poisoning. Trust me on this one. Deep tissue massage pushes toxins and crap throughout your bod and if you can't flush it immediately, it doesn't make much since to drop a C note on the massage. Also, it will make you physically sick to boot.

Well, enough of this. I had planned on ripping off the front of my house tonight, but as I said, that really is not a good idea after today. Besides, I need "before" pictures and someone's little bro won't let me know how to do that. After all, I'm not a techno-wiz, just a pretzel.

... But OH, the Evening Can Suck Even Worse

The goddam dentist broke my $500 veneers before they were even glued to my teeth. Now no cold or hot (or even the shower) water can hit my front teeth or I soar to the skyline. This will definately be the way I lose that last 10 pounds!

I guess that fucking tree is looking tall enough now.

Just When You Think Your Morning Could Go No Worse...

...open your email to find this little ditty



"A Man in Need

Try to imagine yourself in this man's shoes, being verbally
assaulted with hatred and venom on a daily basis at his job.
Try to imagine if you did the very best you knew how to do, and
STILL, you were despised and hated without reason. How would
you feel? How would you be able to function on a daily basis
at your job? How would you feel every time you went out in
public, knowing that people despised you and there was nothing
you could do to change their minds?
This is awesome - please view!"

http://www.udata.com/users/byrd/pray.htm


Goddam, who could eat breakfast after seeing this shit? I honestly thought this was something about some poor slop homeless guy who was getting kicked in the gut and pee'd on in an alley somewhere. I actually felt a moment of sorry for this schlep... Now, I really want to find a tall tree.

However, if you really want to put how painful your life is into some perspective, turn your lower body over to a rather bitter Venezuelan woman and have her give you a full leg and bikini wax in about 20 minutes and then have to T-I-P her for the privelege. Tattoos don't hurt that bad but, again, it puts your shitty life in perspective.

Good One

Proud to be from Georgia

Thanks to Bill Maher - New Rule: There's no such thing as a "gateway" candy. Legislators in Georgia are seeking a ban on "pot-flavored" candy, calling it a "gateway" product to other drugs. Okay, now you're high. And, kids, listen to Uncle Bill: if you're smoking pot for the taste, you're doing it wrong.

Amen.

Cynthia McKinney is being a pain in the ass again. Now, whether or not she is being persecuted unfairly or finally getting her payback, is up to you. But, here in Georgia it's real easy to pick sides. If you are a white, Christian conservative - she's getting her payback. If you're a poor, black, I-don'-need-no-job-dipshit, who thinks whitey holds you back, you probably think she's being persecuted. Sorry, too many syllables - you probably think she's being "hung". Ouch, double meaning unintended.

The Georgia Legislature failed to pass a bill regarding animal creulty because too many of those low-life rednecks wanted to exclude cock fighting and hog fighting. Yup, you know me, I had to ask... people fight hogs??? The answer, "No, dummy, you put a dog and a hog in a pit and see who wins". Oh, excuse the fuck out of me. What fucking planet am I living on?

A warning to new moms, don't let your baby eat your coke. In Vidalia, Georgia - best known for their onions and their backward-ass trailer trash, a mother was charged with felony murder and cruelty to children (which seems kinda after-the-fact to me) when her 2-year old ate Momma's stash of crack cocaine. Momma was good enough to take the baby to the hospital when she noticed "complications of cocaine use". Can you picture a crankey toddler running around sniffing and wiping his nose? I would never have guessed cocaine abuse.

Yesterday, flights and services at Hartsfield airport were delayed because an electrical contractor "cut a wire" that killed all the power to Concourse D. Let me tell you, this was not "a wire" and if Sparky did cut it, there would be no Sparky. How fucked up is that to be able to shunt the power to an entire airport concourse?


And, I see this one coming... some FSU brains have determined that the way Jesus was able to walk on water was that the Sea of Gallilee was frozen. Holy Shit! The Thumpers will be crawling out of the woodwork when they read this one.

When, oh when will I finally get out of here???

Cookie Candy Creations

I tried to make some cookies last night for some folks at work, but I wound up really screwing up the recipe so I tried to fix it. What turned out was a-m-a-z-i-n-g or should I say amazingly fattening (I figure an additional 2 miles on the treadmill per cookie so after last night, we're looking at a marathon). But as Mother would say, “how could it not be amazing with ½ pound of sugar and ½ pound of butter." Enjoy. If you need pecans let me know and I’ll send some from our harvest.

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon baking soda

1 egg
3 ounces milk
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

2 sticks unsalted butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup dark brown sugar

2-3 cups chopped pecans


Heat oven to 375 degrees F.

Sift together the flour, salt, and baking soda in a mixing bowl.

Combine the egg, milk, and vanilla and bring to room temperature in another bowl.

Cream the butter in the mixer's work bowl, starting on low speed to soften the butter. Add the sugars. Increase the speed, and cream the mixture until light and fluffy. Reduce the speed and add the egg mixture slowly. Increase the speed and mix until well combined.

Slowly add the flour mixture, scraping the sides of the bowl until thoroughly combined. Stir in the pecans. Spoon onto parchment-lined baking sheets, 6 cookies per sheet (these really spread out).

Bake for 8-9 minutes, but check on them after 7 minutes. Once they start turning brown, they will burn really quickly.

Remove the cookies from the pans immediately. They will be extremely thin and soft. Cool on a flat surface (don't try to use a rack as the cookies will fall through before they cool. This creates funky looking cookies that I couldn't bring to work so dammit, I ate them. Ah, the sacrifices.

I used a slab of marble sitting over a pan of ice water to keep the marble cold. The sooner the cookies cool, the sooner you can eat them. You can also use a slab of ceramic tile (you can get one or two at Home Depot for about $1.20 for a 12"x12". The ceramic tile is also a great idea if you want a cheap, durable, cutting board that doesn't absorb smells and germs.

Once cooled, store in an airtight container.

Bon Appetit (or should I say, "Bon Voyage - Size 6")?

What's Up with the PINK tie?

Let's see, did Dick shoot someone and is now having a shot - pardon the pun - of looking like a puss? Poor, poor Dick.

Damn near lost the lunch on this one...

I'd rather go driving with Ted Kennedy than hunting with Dick Cheney.

Hell, at least with the Ted, if you noticed you were going off a bridge, you had a shot to get out of the car - ---- oh sorry, another rim shot.

This is too easy. Of course, in about 5 minutes my buddy, JS, will have his turn and it will no doubtably be memorable. Must be nice to be a "Daily Show" writer at this time in historic US politics/media. I only thought I was overpaid.

Freebie Advertising...

So, since I've burned 1,000 cigarrette holes in the back seat of his Prelude (I was only borrowing it for Christ's sakes and how did I know the sunroof would blow them back into the car?), I figured the least I could do was give his band a free promo on my Oh-so-fucking-world-wide-read-blog...

So without further ado, I present to you the be next Band of the Decade, "The Guins"! Or, http://www.theguins.com/index.html and the exhaulted lead singer, Baby Bro! Rhhhhhhaaaaaaa, just hear the crowd going ape.

He and his bandmates are performing their debut radio appearance on http://wmucradio.com/station tonight. He's making references to his family who are listening as we speak. Mummy is stuck in a Nor'easter (if that's how you spell it - leave it to a yankee to come up some twisted hyphenated word for "BLIZZARD"). We are also expecting a blizzard aka "a few flurries", which if timed correctly could literally shut down Atlanta for a few hours.

Anyway, back to The Guins, check them out if you haven't been baptized by their sound as yet.

I'm Sorry...

...but if you look like this




and you think you look "normal", you need more than a team of psychiatrists.

This stupid ass is on so many drugs to keep her from getting infections and rejecting her new face, yet she started smoking again!! If I were one of her doctors, I'd rip the new face right off. What a stupid ingrate.

How Does this Happen

From today's AJC...

Halliburton unit gets U.S. contract

The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers has awarded a contract worth up to $385 million for building temporary immigration detention centers to Halliburton subsidiary Kellogg Brown & Root. KBR would build the centers for the Homeland Security Department in case of an unexpected influx of immigrants or to house people after a natural disaster or for new programs that require additional detention space, the company said. Federal auditors rebuked the company for unsubstantiated billing in its Iraq contracts, and there have been claims that Halliburton, which was led by Dick Cheney before he became vice president, was aided by connections in obtaining contracts.

What? Excuse the fuck out of me, but how the hell does this happen? Oh yeah, and Congress votes to NOT investigate Halliburton misdeeds in Iraq? Something sadly fishy is going on - and has been for a long, long time.

Those poor Gulf Coast victims. Now they're going to make them live in a "Halliburton Home". I could have built a safer shelter with my Lincoln Logs when I was four fucking years old.

Another Luckovich...

Aside from the obvious (which is more a reality check), the funniest thing is the caricature of Bush. Who's your little monkey-boy?

Atlanta Makes National News

Only to prove that we really are backward ass...

First, as most of you know, Coretta Scott King died Monday. Apparently, she passed away in some Mexican hospital known for it's alternative medical treatments for the terminally ill such as "a detoxification procedure called oral chelation". Now, I don't know what the hell chelation is, but "chela" is a lobster's claw according to Mr. Webster. Oh yeah, and Mr. Webster also says that "terminal" means "you are going to fucking D-I-E" (OK, so I paraphrased).

Now, some of you folks out there might seem surprised that Mrs. King died in some freak hospital. But, living in Atlanta some of us are lucky enough to get the local news stories involving her illustrious children. That's right, Dexter and Martin III are like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber. The way these two fight, you'd think they were two years old. Dexter even lives in California because that's the farthest away from his big brother that he can get without needing a visa. Not only do they bicker and squabble, but they absolutely piss away all the money they earn for doing NOTHING except owning the King Center. Just last month, they said they were going to have to sell the King Center to the City of Atlanta because they were so broke. What a joke.

Atlanta also made national news with a story about what some idiot coined "McMansions". If you don't know, a McMansion is a "supersized home" and they're building them like crazy in all these historic neighbourhoods in Atlanta and folks are getting miffed. See, back in the late '80s and early '90s, folks flocked to the suburbs because Blackie in the City was bad. These folks generally were white, conservative, Bible-thumping, and rich. When they got out to the 'burbs, they built these massive 7-8,000 square foot houses and had lots of land. Well, here we are, a decade later and it now takes these same white, rich, conservative Bible-thumpers about two hours to get from their house in Cartersville to Atlanta (roughly 35 miles).

So Whitey has decided to move back to the City. However, whitey still wants their 7-8,00 square foot house, but they want it in the "it" neighbourhoods - Virginia Highland, Lake Clair, Morningside. These are places that were established in the late 1800s and consist of 3 bedroom, 2 bath craftsman bungalows. OK, so Whitey buys one of these bungalows, but instead of moving in, they raize it and build one of their 7-8,000 square foot houses. Something like this...




Now, here's where I have a problem. Although I think people should be able to build their own homes the way they want them, who the fuck needs a 8,000 square-foot house with a four car garage, especially in a neighbourhood where every other house is a 1,100 square foot house with off-street parking? So enough folks screamed and Shirley put pen to paper and issued a temporary moratorium on this type of construction. Well, developers are going nuts and - get this - so is our neighbourhood association. Unlike the hoity-toity neighbourhoods, mine wants developers to build these monster mansions to attract the "right kind of people". Correct me if I'm wrong, but the people who can afford McMansions are not going to live in a neigbourhood that has crack dealers on the corner every minute of the day. Oh well, everyone is going to duke it out tomorrow at City Council chambers tomorrow. Go figure, my buddy, Carla, will chair the event. Should be a good show, though, and it will get me out of work for a couple of hours. What a joke.

State of the Union...

I'll save you the time and frustration of watching and sum up the State of the Union in five words...

#1 We
#2 Are
#3 So
#4 Totally
#5 Fucked.

Actually, the word is pronounced FUUUUCK - ED.

What an asshole. Actually, I'm not watching it. I insist on watching something much more morally and ethically appealing - not to mention more intellectual..."Dog, The Bounty Hunter". Now THIS shit is real TV!

More on the "State of the Union" when I get to work tomorrow and dare to r-e-a-d the speech since I cannot stand watching that monkey try to make a speech - no offense intended to any monkey.

And on that note, this little observation from Big Joe...

"This year, both Groundhog Day and the State of the Union Address fall on
the same day. As Air America Radio pointed out, "It is an ironic
juxtaposition: one involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to a
creature of little intelligence for prognostication, and the other
involves a groundhog."

Reasons to get Pissed.. and I don't mean from the booze

First, Roomie has trained dumbass boy cat to like pork rinds --- I didn't eat fucking pork rinds when I was a carnivore, but Roomie has him eating P-O-R-K rinds?????... Thursday will make 16 years of heriborism for moi.

Second, I pull a trapezius muscle and doc says, "No running, no weight lifting"... I gain 5 lbs. As my previous mantra goes - I am NEVER gonna be a fat chick again - So, hence the pitty party, where I'm the guest of honour.

Third, I'm trying to find a travel plan for Mother and me to hit the Irish soil, but every site I hit seems a bogus journey into Rip-Me-Off land. What bullshit is that? I really want to do a "self-drive" tour, but where the fuck do you practice driving - on the right side of the car, with a manual stick on your left side, while driving on the left side of the road???I can't even brush my fucking teeth with my left hand, much less drive a manual trans around a "round about". God is crafty.

Lest we not forget the impossibilty of my ability to find a decent "guided tour" that is not a rip-off. What the hell makes anyone think they can rip off old folks and prenant-first parents into understanding the concept that there are 37-year olds that want to visit their country to see ------- hmmmmmm..... their country. I'm old enough and wise enough to know there are places there that I can go, I just want, oh, shall we say, "A fucking clue" as to where we can go without the tourist trap.

Of course, being an American, living in an American City, I can only imagine their trouble, but... OK, I'll shut up now.

The base to my frustation is the fact that scumbags are probably running ads for the travel industry or whatnot, and if you haven't been there you would know...

OK -enough babble.

To each, his own.

Demons and Monsters

Everyone has at least one who haunts them. I have several, of which I confidently know I have whopped ass upon, only to beat all but ... well, several. Not that it should indicate any mass will power on my part, it's more understanding the consequences of my bad decisions. As any physicist will tell you, "For every action, there is and equal and opposite re-action". Some folks don't get this concept. Some folks fail to understand the gift of "free will" and the idea that we have been given a chance that some do not get. And it really is a gift if you are patient enough to truly understand what this means.

I am currently getting some "vibe" that things are not going well with my uncle/friend, and I, therefore, think that he cannot control those demons. I'm sad to say, I don't think he's alive anymore, which will mean he has allowed his demons to take him away from my family - and MOST importantly - away from me.

I told him over the holidays that I would not sink with him if he continued to treat himself and his family with such contempt. I got the message when I started sinking too much, but he's damn near the bottom of the ocean and he still doesn't get it. And there are some in my family that will still try to keep him from sinking and will ultimately drown with him. Maybe I'm just upset about those who I think will sink with them and I can sympathize with them. I, on the other hand, can empathize with where he is, I just can't make him do the right thing... hence, the concept of free will. When someone you love makes choices that are not conducive to "living", then I think you should cut them free. God, it really is hard, but the psycho-folk say that this is the "Non-enabler" approach. I think labeling such a thing is asinine. It really is all about survival of the fittest and I can't, won't, ever risk my sanity for anyone else. What good would you be if you let yourself sink to the bottom with the person who doesn't want to be rescued in the first place? This is a prime example as to why the "two birds, one stone" concept is not applicable to families.

My older brother is suicidal - give or take - day to day. I told him the same thing I told my uncle over the holidays. Step up or step down, but stop trying to drag everyone down with you. I suppose that attitude would insite a "selfish" attitude on my part, but there really is a time and place for selfishness, and if this makes me a selfish person, so be it. Better than trying to bring someone out of the depths of hell when you fight every day to keep yourself out of that same hell. Everyone has their own demons and monsters. I have greeted mine with contempt, anger, disgust, and remorse, and I STILL have demons and monsters to deal with. However, I think that if someone wants to die, it is their choice - albeit how selfish it is. Funny, folks that I talk to that say, "How can you find someone suicidal 'selfish'?" I say, "If you blow your fucking brains off, how do you think the rest of us will feel with the loss that we (non-suicidial folks) feel as we are left behind to clean up the mess???" Suicide is a part of free will - the same free will God gives everyone - but do you really think God is going to open the pearly gates to someone who has taken their gift of life so carelessly? Just look at what happens in the world EVERY fucking second - Sudan, Ethiopia, China, etc. How bad do you think you really have it???

If things really looks that bad, watch the nightly news and see. Compared to 82% of the world, we scumbags have it made. Therefore, address your demons, call up your monsters, and have a good ol' chat. I somehow was able to do this with drugs, cigarrettes, and other demons, but it really does come down to if you are willing to fight those demons and monsters. I tell you, it is a struggle for me, especially when I'm with people who do those drugs, et al., but I respect the consquences of my actions. Most of the time, I don't pull through in that I really want what ever drugs etc. are available, but as my uncle said, "So, you just say 'NO'?"

Yup, because if I had done that line of pure blow with you that night, I'd be some crack whore screwing some West Indians so I could score another hit. Sorry, my friend, that is not the life I think God intended me to have and I have the experience to know that if I had done that brilliant line of coke with you, I would not be here today.

I hope that those who are haunted by demons and monsters can find the strenght to "just say, "NO". Much easier said than done - another lesson that only comes from experience and true knowledge of the addition and consequenes - i.e., for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

To my uncle/friend, I truly hope you will stick around. YOU are so special to me that I don't want any of this to be your epitath.

Who's Your Biggest Puss?

Would it be Alito's wife, bawling like a baby on national TV because those nasty, dirty Democrats were questioning her HUSBAND - not her - on his involvement with a pseudo-Nazi group? Well, let's see. He said he didn't remember belonging to the "Concerned Alumni of Princeton" clan in 1985. Let me tell you something, in 1985, I was on my way to being one of the - if not T-H-E - biggest fucking stonehead in the southeast and I remember everything stupid I did. Now, that's not to say I didn't have a half-assed excuse if I couldn't remember, but somethin' tells me Alito wasn't snorting pure blow, dropping double-dipped gold Aztec, and smoking copious amounts of weed, either. But getting back to Mrs. Himler, why the fuck would she be crying? Get a backbone, Bee-atch. If you're darling hubby is appointed, the knives will really start flying (figuratively and literally) and, the last time I checked, Justices are appointed for life.

And then we have our second case of Puss-o-mania... Ralph Reed??? It's too bad that his precious god gave him the looks of a pedofiliac victim so it is no surprise to see him breakdown and cry like a sniveling little girl. Great set of balls you got there, Ralphy. Again, for you to whine like a piglet when the questioning had nothing to do with you, really shows how much of a man you really are not.

And Kennedy vs. Spector? Damn close one, but I think the TED got one up on Arlen (and if I were a man, I'd have to smack my parents in the mouth for naming me "Arlen").

Come on folks, grow something, backbone or balls. Just stop crying on CSPAN. It's bad enough to have to watch clips from this circus.

Jack in the Box

Abramhoff in a witness box that is. Who's gonna sing like Pavarotti on crack? I've been waiting for that dipshit DeLay to go down for a very long time, so Merry Christmas to all of you who know that Abramhoff knows all about the dirty laundry sorted through the Bush White House and Congress. So sad that all those who are so "innocent" are dumping the money they got from Jack into charity accounts so they can be liberated from anything to do with him and whatever he's going to say during his operatic debut. First, doesn't this somewhat imply that you know the money is dirty and, second, if you give it to charity, don't you get a healthy tax write off? Scum.

On a healthier note, good karma still running here. The dining room is almost done and looks so much better than I ever thought. I don't care much for painting, though, especially with a muscle in my back that has decided to revolt. I'm waiting on dumbass cat to step in the paint. That should be hilarious and I will not stop it from happening as I am a cruel and vicious person.

On another schizo-note - what a shame that Michael Hutchence offed himself. What a hottie, AND he could sing. I saw INXS five times when they were touring and never had a bad time. Now they have a new lead singer (apparently picked from a reality show) who is also a hottie - and could be my son as young as he is - but can sing almost as well as MH. Good choice, good first song. I say this as I listen to the best of INXS while working on the paint thing.

Thanks to a screw up with the airline, Mother and I have $400 vouchers each to anywhere Delta flies. Since Delta flies to Shannon, Ireland for $400, guess where we are headed for our joint birthday bash in May? Anyone out there that knows anything about Ireland needs to comment and tell me the best places to go. One of the ways I've lost 40 lbs is by no beer drinking, but I will tell you now, as soon as my foot hits Irish soil, a Guinness will be my first sacrifice.

Must go. More painting to be done.

To Those Who Cannot Be Happy...

PLEEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEE

FUCK OFF!

Really, L-I-F-E isn't rosy ALL the time, but give me a break. With the good comes the bad, it's all about the balance. That being said, "I CANNOT cover your ass while trying to keep mine a'floatin'."

Give me a fucking break, please.

Vacation Highlights Part 1

Well, here I sit, atop a mountain overlooking Charlotte Amalie harbour, on a sunny, warm December ---- hell, I don't even know - or care - what day it is. I guess that signifies I'm truly on vacation.

It's been interesting to say the least and I (thankfully) have six more days left. Unfortuntely, unlike work time, this vacation will go by like Flash Gordon on crank. Alas, the mystery of time. Speaking of time, things here move in comotose speed, which is totally foreign to me. In Atlanta, I never stop. Here, you aren't expected to do anything. I realized yesterday (my second day on the beach) that soon I would need to occupy my time with something or just resign myself to becoming sloth-like. This is actually a struggle as one should not practice laziness as it is a very, very difficult addiction to reverse. That being said, I've been known not to practice what I preach.

Has anyone read "The Life of Pi"? I ask this because it is the first book I've been able to read in two years. Baby Bro suggested it, but after page 26, I think this could be a tear jerker. I wish Dave Barry would crank out another one.

Speaking of tear jerkers, I've had the opportunity to see some of the wedding photos. Thankfully, the photographer knew enough about female pride that she took few photos of yours truly. I honestly had NO fucking idea how fat I really got when I quit smoking. As my bud, Party, would say, "Man, she's got more chins than a Chinese phonebook." To make matters worse, the dress I wore was a deep purple, which makes me look like a nuclear sized Concord grape. I can honestly say, I can appreciate both sides of the good and evil of getting sick and desperately depressed. While I was sick, I thought, "This can get no worse". Now, I see the point of suffering - whoo, sounds way too Catholic, but that's the only way to rationalize. Sad it took two months and 40 pounds for me to see this. Losing weight is simply calories in vs. calories out. Duh - as our mantra this week seems to be, "Here's your sign".

TV says HotLanta isn't that hot today. Mid 40s and storms. Today the weather here looks ominous - partly cloudy and in the 80s.

I've promised myself not to do anything technological while on this trip and since blogging qualifies, I've already screwed the pooch. I'll figure out how to upload photos later so everyone freezing their asses off can know I'm thinking about them.

Speaking of Death...

Here's a very interesting perspective on dying from an editorial from the AJC today...

A good life should end easily

By JACK REEVES
Published on: 12/16/05

Marvin died within seconds after the injection. Our veterinarian softly uttered, "There's no charge." My wife, Nancy, cradled our cat as I drove home. He was old, had a terminal illness, and suffered. Once a humane society kitten, we buried him with tears and honor. A stone and daffodils mark his grave.

The life of convicted killer Stanley "Tookie" Williams' ended Tuesday from injections of sodium pentothal, pancuronium bromide, and potassium chloride.

Pentothal induced unconsciousness within 30 seconds. Pancuronium bromide, a muscle relaxant, stopped breathing within a minute. Potassium chloride instantly stopped his heart. It was totally painless.

Nancy died of stage four cancer on Nov. 27. She was 66. Amid bodily anguish and horrid consciousness she pleaded twice: "I wish someone would give me a shot and I could go to sleep."

The hospice nurse came two days before. During her initial visit, she discussed with Nancy her living will, in which Nancy directed that "the application of life-sustaining procedures to [her] body , including nourishment and hydration, be withheld or withdrawn and that [she] be permitted to die."

For Nancy, there was no "shot" — only liquid morphine sulfate. Day and night I put measured doses under her tongue. Twice, though, she suddenly arose in bed, eyes wide staring at me, and screamed.

I'm haunted: What horror slouched through her soul?

She went through the stages of death for three days. Her temperature elevated, then she became colder as blood was being preserved by her failing organs. There is a death rattle: a gurgling sound produced by air passing through mucus in the lungs and air passages. Her breathing became difficult as her courageous heartbeat accelerated.

Some 48 hours after the hospice nurse was satisfied that all was in (legal) order, my beloved Nancy succumbed.

A friend and I were with her to the end. We had nothing to sufficiently palliate our suffering either.

Marvin's death occurred in seconds. Williams' occupied two unconscious minutes. We have mercy on pets and those who cruelly murder. But not for the Nancys.

The love of my life was past president of the Licensed Professional Counselors Association of Georgia, Counselor of the Year in 2005, and elected to the board of directors of the new LPCA Foundation. She was an extraordinary, good person.

I could not help her die without pain and terror. Nancy, even with morphine, experienced the private hell of her death — for days. I know. She screamed its horror to me.

"I wish someone would give me a shot and I could go to sleep."

Why can't we?


This truly epitomizes my opinion about allowing people to end their lives the way they want to go. Fuck you fundamentalist, sadistic, right-winged neo-Christians who think it's a sin to end your own life. This is the whole reason God gave us free will, dipshit. Or, did you skip that part of CCD?

You Didn't Say, "I'm Sorry"

What a load of crap. Schwarzenegger rejected Tookie William's clemency appeal because he didn't say, "I'm sorry". Fuck you, Arnie. If I didn't do something yet you were going to stick a deadly needle in my arm, what makes you think I'd sell out either? And before you say, "how do you know he didn't kill those folks", I'd ask you to look at the national headlines last week of that poor slop, Robert Clark, who spent 24 years in the STATE pen of Georgia for a crime he didn't commit. Hell, these rednecks were going to fry his ass as well if it weren't for the technology that he some how was able to acquire.

Speaking of sorry, death, and shear stupidity, how lame is it that Bush came out yesterday and compared his invasion of Iraq with the "struggles of the American founding fathers"? I'd just like to punch him in the mouth. That asshole doesn't even know his history, so I'd like to clarify a couple of points for him. First, the American founding fathers INVADED this country to run like scared, chicken-shit losers from those formidable, nasty, renegade Englishmen. Second, they butchered all the natives that were here so they could steal their land. Third, the founding fathers started their own fucking war because they wanted to be set loose from the English government. Slight difference to what we see today in Iraq. Today, Bush wanted oil and the overabundant rise in Neo-Conservative Christianity in a predominately Muslim nation. He lied to go to war (and those desendents of those founding fathers fell for it). The Iraqis - although shit upon by Saddam, still had a more peaceful existance than they can ever have now. Apples and oranges, dipshit.

And to say that Iraqis have lost 30,000 citizens since the Bush invasion - "give or take a few???" A few what? Are we counting pennies here or what?

Oh, and now I read that Bush says many other nations need a regime change before there is peace in the world. I say we start with the good ol' US of A.

That's a Bitch, Rich

Richard Pryor passed away today. The world is now without one genius comedian.

Rest in peace.

Georgia's Backward Ass Retards

I don't mean to offend backward ass retards, but just in one day's AJC you can find these little tidbits of awe from some of our local village idiots...

This morning, a 7-year-old boy was run down by a MARTA bus. Apparently, Junior was weaving his bike in and out of traffic when the bus hit him. Now, this wouldn't seem all that stupid except that the boy's father and uncle were on the bus and after they watched the kid get hit, they proceeded to beat the shit out of the bus driver. OK, let me get this straight, these two morons watch their son/nephew play chicken with a 4-ton MARTA bus and then proceed to beat the driver up??? Why the hell did they let the kid play in traffic in the first place? Some folks should just be neutered before they can re-populate the world with little morons.

Another brilliant move - Our illustrious governor has decided he would step in and help the Georgia Board of Regents select a new Chancellor. There were three candidates before this morning, one guy was the interim director, the other was a Chancellor from another State education system, and the third guy is an former energy company CEO with no educational experience at all. Guess who dipshit picked. I'll give you a hint: Sonny is a Republican. Yup, he selected the CEO. I guess he thinks education should be run like a business. What a heap of crap.

There is a big stink going around as to what people should call a fucking Christmas tree. Apparently, it isn't very PC to call it a Christmas tree since not everyone celebrates Christmas. A mayor in a very redneck town outside the City was not re-elected Tuesday because the tree he had put up at his City Hall was called "The Grand Tree", not a Christmas tree and the Bible-thumpers came right out of the woodwork and ran right to the polls. Dumb shit. Look, people. Jews don't have a tree, Muslims don't have a tree, and I'm pretty damn sure the Kwanza folks don't have one, either. Only the commercially-driven, usually Capitalist, Christians have a goddamn tree. It's a Christmas tree. I would think the Jews would have a problem if we told them they should rename the Menora the "Holiday Candlestick".

Speaking of trees and retards, don't ever send your roommate out alone to buy your tree. While I was in Borders yesterday, I tell Roomie, "Go over to Lowe's and see if you can find a little $30 five-footer". He comes back 20 minutes later with a fucking NINE footer. Hello, we only have 8-foot ceilings. Looks like the goddamn Grizwald family Christmas tree. It's so big, we can't see the TV from the couch and it hasn't even fully relaxed yet. Once it does, the branches are going to burst through the window. Roomie says that the tree actually costs 90 bucks, but they were mistagged so he got a great deal. Again, the Grizwald's ain't got nothing on us this year.

Oh, and there is fucking ice coming out of the sky. What's up with that? I put up with all this crap in Georgia because we're not supposed to get ice. What a rip.

G-O-D Put him Here?

Here's an interesting insider opinion of where things really stand with regard to the Iraqi situation. Check out Seymour Hersh's (NY Mag) take. Beware, it's a little frightening.

http://www.newyorker.com/printables/fact/051205fa_fact

Notes from a Treehugger

These came from a friend who works in the Environmental/Sanitation department on campus:


Recycling one aluminum can saves enough energy to run a TV for 2 hours.

Recycling all of the paper used in the Sunday edition of the New York Times would save 75,000 trees per year.

Throwing away an aluminum can wastes as much energy as pouring out a soda can half-filled with gasoline.

The energy saved from recycling a glass bottle will light a 100-watt bulb for four hours.

Replacing one incandescent lamp (light bulb) with a fluorescent one, saves 500 tons of coal.

Americans comprise about five percent of the world's population, and produce 27% of the world's garbage.



We must be so proud.

Ponche

Surfing the web for another recipe, I fall upon this little ditty.

It must have been the evil twin that happened upon this one considering I was originally looking for a pecan pie recipe.


This is for a hot holiday punch with a Spanish vida ("Ponche"). Considering I can get all these ingredients at the Farmer's Market, I'm thinking of renting a vendor's stand and brew some up to feed to the other veggie vendors over the winter. Too bad the licensing for selling booze in that part of the state is such a pain in the ass. And really, who wants a punch with no "punch", especially the ass-bustin' Latinos who have to work in the freezing cold.

Just think the lost capitialistic opportunity to sell poncho to Latino workers for three bucks a shot. Considering they sell me fruits and vegetables at NO less than 90 percent than the grocery there's a wicked potential market there. I guess we should thank the radical Christian Coalition for ensuring this would not be possible.

Alas, enjoy yet something else for the holidays...


Ponche

2 Golden Delicious apples, peeled, cored, and cut in 1/8ths
3/4 cup raisins
1 pound guava, quartered
3 (3 to 4-inch) pieces sugarcane, each cut in strips
1/2 cup prunes
1/2 pound crabapples, peeled and cored
2 cups (1-inch) diced pineapple
1 cup sugar
4 (2-inch) pieces Mexican cinnamon
8 cups water
Tequila

In a large pot, place the fruit, sugar, cinnamon, and 8 cups of water. Bring to a boil and lower heat and simmer for 1 hour. Serve hot in a mug that has a shot of tequila in it.

Back from the Desert

Well, not two days back from Phoenix and I already want to go back. What an awesome time. I was only out there for three days, but it felt like an hour. Phoenix is really a beatiful place. It is smack dab in the middle of a valley, surrounded by mountains and the weather - sun, 75 degrees and 25% humidity. Of course, I come back to Atlanta to rain, 50 degrees, and 95% humidity. Blah! Girlfriend says the summers are miserable, though. The AC does not stop and nobody wants to do anything outside. I thought we had it bad here, but we get humidity where she says it's like a giant hairdryer.

My boss told me that when I got back, I'd feel claustrophobic because Phoenix only has a couple of carefully placed palm trees and NO high rise buildings. It really was weird not seeing anything really over 3 stories. They're building 75 story monsters in downtown right now.

Had loads of fun, though. Highly recommend it.

Now, it's back to the old, boring ass job. I have had nothing at all to do today. What a joke. They're paying me so much money to literally read the news and blog. Alas, if I don't find something interesting to do - really, really soon - I'm headed for trouble. At least I'm doing my three mile run at lunch now instead of waiting to get home. It helps to break up the day when you can take a 2 hour lunch and get the exercise portion of the day done. A lady in my office stopped me this morning and asked how much weight I had lost. According to the scale, it's around 40 lbs. Not too shabby, but after trying to lose one pound in two years, the fattage is now flying off. Girlfriend and I even went shopping for girl clothes and I've managed to get into a size 6. I haven't been a 6 since I was 18 years old. Pretty cool. The secret is definately no processed food, no beer and a minimum of 3 miles and 1 hour of yoga a day. Now if I could just find a place that sells bathing suits in December for the St. Thomas trip.

Ah well, I guess I better get my ass up and do something. Maybe I'll walk to the other side of campus. At least the sun finally came out.

Find the Turkey in this Picture

Rest in Peace

Dear Sam,

You will be sadly missed on this Earth. Rest in Peace.



Alright, he might be ugly - well, really, really ugly, but everyone has someone in the world that loves them and Sam's owner is missing the little guy.

All I Want for Christmas is...

Bugatti Veyron


Right. Like I could possibly drive something like this. Lest we not forget the asking price, either. I'm sure I have a body part that I could sell that would make up the difference in the $1.2 Million price tag.

The Perils of Being an Urban Pioneer

Warning:
Diatribe Ahead


So, I'm a slacker when it comes to our neighbourhood meetings, but #1 I don't like meetings and #2 it starts at 7 PM and because nobody knows how to hold a meeting, the thing can go on for hours. I handled it pretty well Monday night, considering my moral and ethical belief system was all but assaulted by this Capitalist, Bush-lovin' slug...

Perhaps some background before the verbal assaults begin:

If you don't already know, Atlanta has no mass transit system. Well, we have M.A.R.T.A. which stands for Metro Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority.

----Heee, let's see if my Mum really reads my blog:

Want to know what I found out the other day? Old time Rednecks think MARTA stands for... "Moving Africans Rapidly Through Atlanta". Damn!


Anyway, MARTA doesn’t go anywhere you need to go. It simply runs a north-south, east-west route with a stop every 2 miles or so. Lots of good the train does you. And don’t even think of riding the bus unless you carry a handgun! So Atlanta now has an opportunity to develop this idea for light trolley and rail using rehabilitated existing rail lines connecting them with parks, neighbourhoods, tourist areas, etc. It is something that I am eagerly backing because it really will bring Atlanta into that "International Spotlight" that it’s been craving since 1996. You can see more about it at http://www.beltlinepartnership.org.

Along with the light rail, there are propositions to have more greenspace added around the rail. Atlanta has the least amount of greenspace of all the cities in the country the same size or larger, so for us tree-huggin’, Socialist-types, green is good. However, as I was reminded Monday night, some people think that since green places don’t generate revenue, they are not worth the effort.

That being said, a parallel project has been initiated by our very, very enthusiastic neighbourhood president (who we will call “Dippy”) and her completely annoying partner in crime, who happens to be a Capitalist, elitist (or is that redundant?) architect/developer (who we will call Rupert). They have come up with something called the Chosewood Park Development Corporation. Dippy, of course, has elected herself as the “Interim Director” of this little ditty. These two, along with some students in Rupert’s class at GT, have come up with a very ambitious, almost fantasy, concept to redevelop “The Hood”.

Now, if you don’t know, Chosewood Park (aka “The ‘Hood) consists of a City of Atlanta Watershed yard, a low-income apartment complex, single-family homes, oh yeah… and the fucking projects. To add more salt to this festering wound, most of the single-family homes are owned by unscrupulous people who rent their homes out to Section 8 families and most of the other properties are owned by the City of Atlanta. Needless to say, they are mostly dilapidated, shitholes, which makes them very lucrative to the City. Most of Dippy’s project requires the City to sell most of their property and as a graduate in Environmental Development; I know this has a snowball’s chance in hell.

The City has been involved with something called the Hope VI (Empowerment Zone) program since before the Olympics in ’96. This is a federally funded program that gives money to the city to demolish very old, very unsavory housing projects and rebuild them under the tenant “Mixed-income”. This means that the property will be rebuilt with nice, attractive apartments and townhomes and those that can afford the rent/mortgage pay it, and those that can’t afford it pay what they can and the rest is subsidized by the government’s plan. Boy, I can hear the Capitalists screaming from here, but it really does work and I will tell you why. Unlike Section 8 (which I’ll blab about in a minute), the people who participate in the Mixed-income program W-A-N-T to be there. These folks are hard-working, have no criminal record, keep their homes tidy, etc. The bottom line is that good, hard-working people deserve that break or two that most people attain through no action of their own.

Do not confuse mixed-income with Section 8. Section 8 is another HUD funded program, but this one is much, much different. Section 8 folks pay what they can based on their income, then receive money from HUD to cover the rest. They can rent a house anywhere they want as long as the landlord accepts them and in Chosewood, there are lots of ‘em. See, if you have a Section 8 renter, you are almost guaranteed 70-80% of your rent even if your tenant defaults on their part. Most of the houses they rent out are crap, so what if you only get part of your rent? Chances are the landlords own the house outright because they bought them in the late ‘70s and ’80 when whitey was making the great exodus to the suburbs and property values plummeted.

Section 8 folks are, for the most part, a little different than those who qualify for Mixed-income. First, most (not all Section 8) are the “I deserve a handout because …” –type. Second, Section 8 is not enforced at all. Nobody living in a Section 8 house can have a criminal record and if anyone is arrested and convicted while living in the house, the entire family is supposed to move. This does not happen, I promise. But, again, not all folks on Section 8 fall into this category.

For example, I have two Section 8 families next to me. One family on my right another one right across the street. The family that lives to my right is headed by a very, very hardworking, strong woman. She works 9 hours a day, 6 days a week. When her derelict daughter got hooked on crack, she kicked her out of the house and took custody of her grandchildren. She never has loud parties and keeps her house clean inside and out. Best of all, she respects us as her neigbours and we reciprocate.

Then there are the pigs across the street. Hmmmmm, where do we start? Mama works (at least I think she does). She has anywhere from 8-12 people, mostly teenagers, hanging out in the front yard all day, everyday. Most of these folks are hanging in the front yard so they can sell weed and crack to those unsavories that pass through the ‘Hood. They are not in school and do not hold jobs – unless you consider selling crack a “job”. The constantly blare hip-hop music until late at night and there is always trash all over their yard, which blows into my yard. They have completely destroyed the fence that the landlord installed around the front yard and they genuinely do not give a shit about where they live or what they do. We’ve called the police on them countless times and several times some of the little shits have actually been picked up.

And they are still there. Section 8 only works for a very, very small percentage of people. Those who do not feel like they deserve a “handout” and are willing to work to earn their right to a decent home are the minority.

OK – so back to the meeting on Monday. Although this was supposed to be a meeting to discuss ‘Hood issues, Dippy and Rupert used it as a platform to promote their development plan to us. This plan, which they only asked input on after it was completed, was pitched heavily to us only after we had a presentation from a lady working for the Trust for Public Lands. The plan the TPL presented showed hundred of acres of land they wanted to purchase in order to establish more public greenspace. Some of this land is in Chosewood, but of course, it was land that Dippy and Rupert earmarked for “retail and commercial” space.

So Dippy stands up and says, “Oh what a great idea, but you can’t have any of the land in Chosewood because we have other plans.” Well, this just starts this cozy little dialogue between Dippy/Rupert and the TPL. Basically Rupert goes on his gig about how greenspace doesn’t generate revenue and jobs are what we need in our ‘Hood. I guess he means jobs like selling shoes or something because every crack dealer making ten grand a week wants to work like a dog earning minimum wage. Anyway this little dispute went on for over an hour – again because Dippy doesn’t know how to run a meeting and call for a sidebar.

Then, just to be sure to really piss me off, after the TPL leaves, Rupert takes it upon himself to begin lecturing us on how we don’t want greenspace and parks, what we really want it retail, shopping, and restaurants. What we want? He also said that the TPL has the same agenda as the Sierra Club (a group I support) and that they need to just find other land as opposed to Chosewood properties. It was about that time that I almost stood up and bitch-slapped him.

Oh, but it gets better. After all this discussion, Dippy says we need to elect officers to her new Corporation. She volunteers to be the President, which everyone but me voted “yes” and then we finished with almost all the other officers except one – and here’s the coupe de grace - Dippy says we need a Corporation Representative. What the hell this is, I haven’t a clue, but she says, “Since Rupert has done all this work on our development, I think it would be a good idea to nominate him. Well, Dippy, Rupert doesn’t live in our “Hood. He lives in a trendy, Jewish condo complex in Midtown. When someone mentions Rupert’s potential conflict of interest, he gallantly steps up and says, “I do realize my participation in this corporation could invite such arguments. After all, I do stand to make a ton of money off this development”. Those fucking idiots I call neigbours still voted him in.

We have decided that that will be the last meeting we attend. First, I have a degree in Environmental Development, which is a concept regarding developments that keep nature and the environment as the first priority – the almighty dollar ranks about 4th on the list. Second, the City isn’t going to sell their land. Third, know your audience before you attempt to grand stand all your useless, arrogant knowledge and try to force feed it down my gullet.

I had thought about telling Dippy and Rupert to stick their project somewhere darker than the shelf, but I think I’m just going to team up with the Trust for Public Land and make sure they put a park or greenspace – or whatever will fuck up Dippy’s project. – dead smack in the middle of the ‘Hood. It’s always better to play dirty.

Diatribe over.

Look Who Came to Visit!

Holy sheeeeettttt! Twenty-nine degrees - in the City - by 5:00AM! The cats have overtaken the den where I have the itty-bitty, electricity-guzzling, space heater. I tried to walk in there a minute ago and they didn't want to spare any body heat. They kicked me out.


However, I hear that New Englanders will wake up to the "zeros".

Just when you think you have it bad...

Another Slam on I.D.

My Name is Earl

You must watch this show. Maybe it's the Augusta in me, but lines like this are too familiar...

Think really, really country accent...

Joy (drying her hair): "I'm sweatin' like a whore in church. No offense, Charlene."

Charlene: "Oh, nun taken. I don't go to church."

The SEC Rules

Auburn 31 - Georgia 30

The B-E-S-T college football game I can ever remember. What a blast. If I had only been in a betting mood, I could have cleaned house yesterday! Alabama also lost out to LSU in another killer game, and I listened to Spurrier give Florida a royal ass whopping. The SEC has to be the best conference out there - screw the Pac 10 and that useless USC (yup, we're still a little bitter over that rip off from last year).

We might not be coming to Atlanta this January, but at least we beat the Daaawwggggss. Woof, woof, woof.

Life in General

Well, you know you're going to have it rough when your astrological sign goes "retrograde" for three - count 'em three - weeks. According to today's horoscopes, we Geminis should expect communication and travel to be extremely difficult if not impossible. Timing couldn't be any better considering I'm flying across the country next week and I'm depending on my phenominal communication talent to get myself another job - hopefully, landing something before next year. Go figure, that crafty Mercury would go on hiatus right when I really need him (he must still be pissed about the Yin and Yang tats). He'd better be back in three weeks, though. I guess lots of patience is in order.

Speaking of life in general, here's my "Life Grade". I think it's a little off in the finance department, but otherwise not too bad. Thanks to my pal at Yorkshire Soul for the link. Try it and see what yours is...

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6.6
Mind:	6.7
Body:	7.5
Spirit:	6.7
Friends/Family:	5.4
Love:	4.6
Finance:	7.8
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Well, after two weeks, the sandpaper will be put away. Now it's time to prime and work the plaster. I really wanted to get the plaster done before the rain (since it hasn't rained her in six weeks, the humidity level is hovering around 10%), but my slack ass didn't make that deadline. Speaking of deadlines, if I don't bust my ass this weekend, my deadline to finish the dining room before I leave for Arizona will be shot. Unfortunately, there is just so much other stuff going on and I have to sit in a dead-end job doing nothing but blogging and reading the news eight hours a day.

I guess it's time to get back to it. I may even sneak home at lunch and start some priming. Vapours could help lighten my mood, if not kill the last remaining brain cell.

A Vegetarian View on Thanksgiving

Only we strict veg-heads would appreciate this upon the arrival of Thanksgiving...





Damn, that was rude, but have you forgotten who you're dealing with?

This really is so very sad considering how many people are dying from bird flu and how little vaccine there is to combat it. How is it that the drug companies still can't make enough of this Tamiflu even though this threat has been out there for so long? I know... we schmucks aren't paying them as much as we are the oil companies.

Speaking of rude, we're gonna gang up on Cat-man and tell him 1) no more cats and 2) M-A-S-S-I-V-E amounts of therapy are on the horizon or he's totally fucked. Mum says, "You wouldn't be so mean". Again, forget who you're dealing with??

Big party tomorrow at Spanky. A good friend retired after 20 years at Tech so we can only celebrate with lots of really cold beer and really good food. Between hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, deviled eggs, jalapeno cornbread, and fudge chocolate cake - it will be a struggle to keep the poundage off. However, Mum surprised me with a trip to St. Thomas for the holidays. Since I haven't been to a beach at under 125 lbs since I was 18 years old - I have incentive. That goddamn exercise ball has been my buddy again ever since I started feeling better. If you think you can do sit-ups on the floor, try it on the ball. Big - HUGE - improvement factor. Of course, after cleaning and moving out 6 or 7 cat kennels from Cat-man's this morning, the ball will have to wait for a day.

Speaking of balls, Terrell Owens needs his teeth kicked in. No, I'm not even remotely qualified to do the job, but please. What a dipshit. If I were Donovan McNabb, I do it, though. Thank God the Eagles told him to jump off a short bridge. What an asshole-ee-oo.

And back to Thanksgiving - I'm oh so looking forward to going to the big AZ. Gail and I are planning on dragging out her fake 12' tall tree and decorating it. Cannot wait to see the final product as she is a Gin and Tonic girl and I'm a Rum and Coke girl. We'll be lucky if the fucking tree doesn't wind up in the neighbour's house. We might even swing some clubs since the weather is supposed to be in the high 70's. Weather here was like that until last night. Then those fucking Canadians sent down a cold front that drop the temp like no other. Of course, the cold front is preceeded by 15-20 mpg wind. The acorns and pecans fell in tandom. Sounded like godamned downtown Baghdad. Alas, I almost busted my ass stepping off the back stairs and I'm still recovering from the ladder/screen door incident.

Ah well, must check the vegetarian (yet still awesome) cornbread and try to frost a cake without licking the spoon.

How to Lose 8,000 Calories in 4 Hours

Be THE biggest Depeche Mode fan and go to one of the best shows since... well, since the last DM concert. Between six hours up and down a ladder (working on the dining room) and four hours of dancing my ass off at the show - I had to have lost another 10 lbs. At least, I'm feeling like I lost something, but maybe that's just my sanity. Roomie says that there should be no such thing as bad dancing, after all, if you're dancing, you're having a good time. But, if that's the case, why has he yet to stop laughing at my sorry ass. The imitations are enough to make you spit milk through your nose.

Holy Sheeeetttt - I haven't hurt this badly in a very long time. Oh, and just to ensure my butt is completely worn out, I had to have a fight with the ladder and the screen door. Fell off the 8 foot ladder and landed on the only piece of furniture left in the dining room, then ran smack dab into the screen door when I was hauling paint up from the truck. You go, Girl!

Anyway, the show was unbelievable! I cannot believe that Martin Gore can still move like that (I can't believe I can still move like that). They played for almost four straight hours to me and 7,000 of my closest friends. And they played lots and lots of old stuff, which took me back to my high school salad days. This venue, though, was damn near Tennessee so we had to get a hotel last night, but my word, was it worth the money and the trip! Something tells me this might be the last show they do, and that will be sad.

Considering I cannot barely move (bruises and sored muscles), I'm due at a friend's house in an hour to participate in what can only be referred to as "serious intervention". This friend is a horder - a cat horder to be exact. He had to go out of town due to a death in the family and he asked if I would watch his cats. When I asked how many cats he had - and he told me 6-0 - that's sixty, fucking cats - I blew it. Anyway, another cat friend said, "enough is enough" and she wants me to meet her at Cat-man's house to take all the cats to shelters around Atlanta. Cat-Man is going to have a stroke, but if we don't do this, my sane cat friend will call animal control. Ironically, we both were huge proponents of making animal cruelty a felony in Georgia. Now look. However, just the thought of lifting a cat carrier is excruciating. I'm seriously trying to figure out a way to just sit on the couch under my heating pad and watch football or a movie. Something tells me that will not be the case, though.

I also have an appointment to get another tattoo at 3:30. I can't imagine it could hurt anymore than what I'm feeling now, but trying to drive might be problematic. Roomie thinks shoulders, but I'd have an easier time hiding them from the anal fam if I get them on my hip. Of course, blogging about the goddamn thing kills the notion of secrecy. You go, Girl.

It is a beautiful autumn day in the big City and even the pigs across the street are being relatively quiet. One day, I'm just going to pull a gun on them and then maybe they'll move on. Speaking of pigs, three guys got busted in Norcross on Thursday. They had been using their Katrina money to buy and sell coke and weed. According to the police, they were bragging about it saying it was their right to abuse the FEMA money because they were due the hand out. Please, anyone who thinks they are due a fucking handout because their fucking ancestors were brought over and sold as slaves 150 years ago, needs to get a brain and a fucking job. Besides, how stupid can you be to brag to total redneck police officers that your stupid black ass deserves a handout?

Time for another Goody powder and maybe some raw tuna for the protein boost. I should just drink blood as much as my body needs. I'm also going to burn the ladder and the screen door.

New Rules

This one from my pal, Bill Maher:

"New Rule: Since only 15% of Americans said they believe in evolution in a recent poll, America must change its name to the United States of Jesus Christ. And our motto, from E Pluribus Unum to "I'm With Stupid." The good news for the nation: if we get any stupider about science, we'll forget how to cook crystal meth."

I am so sick of hearing about this bullshit, Intellegent Design. Who the hell made that up? In certain areas of the deep south, some folks think even I.D. is too liberal an idea. After all, it's about the Good Laud pointing a finger and voila - in six days you got a universe. That seventh day was apparently designed for cocktails and bar-b-que. Now let me ask this question. If we aren't related in any way to certain primates, why do these two pictures look so disturbing?



Sorry, old joke, but you get my drift.

Oh, and on that Crystal Meth note. Does anyone remember the Brian Nichols debacle that Atlanta had to go through because the Fulton County Sherriff's office is full of chimps ---- oh, you did NOT go there. Anyway, the Tweety-bird who has been credited with saving Atlanta from the serial killer just published a book where she tells everyone that she gave Nichols meth on the night he "kidnapped" her. Now, this makes absolute sense to me. First, beg and plead with the judge at your custody hearing to keep your four-year-old daughter because you, "don't do no mo' drugs", then write a book telling the world how you just happened to have a couple of o-z's worth of meth in your apartment that you so generously gave to a serial killer. According to Ms. Tweety, "I didn't do any with him 'cause if he were gonna shoot me, I didn't want to meet my Maker with a snoot full of ice." Huuuuhhh? So, she was just keeping the meth in her apartment for visitors? I'm lucky if I have a beer and some pretzel sticks to share.

Enough of that. New rule: everyone should have a tattoo. I've got one and I'm thinking of another. Possibly

and

One on each side of the hip. I was thinking of the lower lumbar, but a friend said that one hurts worse than the one I've got now on my ankle. Not into it for the pain, I tell you. Roomie said on each shoulder, but I think some family members would go bonko. We'll see.

New Rule: If you are a Section 8 loser and you live across the street from me, get used to the idea that I will call you a fucking pig every morning I have to pick trash out of my yard because you're too undereducated to find your own garbage can.

New Rule: If you drive a Delta 88 that is over 20 years old, the exhaust is leaking, the engine sounds like a jet plane and the tires are bald - don't play that bullshit hip hop music over about 1 decible as it probably sounds just as shitty to you in your car as it does me sitting next to you at a stop light. It does NOT make you cool.

More rules to follow as my day becomes increasingly more boring.

And Off Go the Gloves

Looks like I might lose Roomie. The past twenty-four hours have proved to be somewhat insightful - at least for me. Perhaps that's what perpetuated the over abundance of abusive terminology that I possess. Hmmm, I think it's when I called him redneck, trailer-trash - then qualified it with... oh yeah, "pig shit" that I could have crossed the line.

Of course, I immediately apologized (pussy that I am) and Roomie says, "I DON'T except your apology". Well, shit! Where do you go from there? I'm glad we don't have a gun in the house 'cause someone be missing somethin' after this evening.

Just another reason to move on.

Dining room is going better. The wood trim turns out to be heart of pine. If I had the time and where fore all, I'd strip and stain it, but that is suicide right now. Time is running out on my dining room completion schedule, especially if I'm leaving for Arizona early, but this little be-atch will get done. Too bad sanding wood makes such a mess - it's good therapy and exercise.

What a Dumbass

CNN has posted a bunch of emails that dipshit Michael Brown wrote while people and animals were dying by the hundreds in New Orleans and Mississippi. What a total dumbass. Makes you really want to be careful what you put in emails at work - or other wise.

I tell you one thing, though. Marty Bahamonde sold Brown down the river. Good for him.

Check out the crap for yourself...

http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/images/11/03/brown.emails.pdf

or if that link doesn't work, try just www.cnn.com

Just a Little Bit Chapped

So I really didn't think I was going to have an opportunity to blow a 50-amp fuse this morning, but as usual, I was wrong.

While I was away at the Joe Show, Roomie decided to invite his family to our house for Thanksgiving. Keep in mind, I detest the holiday known as Thanksgiving. Forget for one moment that I am a vegetarian - Thanksgiving is a holiday that represents the invasion of white men into a country that did not belong to them and the subsequent demise of the Native American people. Since part of my heritage is Native American, I simply cannot stomach a holiday that celebrates this event. Every fucking year, Roomie goes to Virginia and I get to spend QMT (quality me time)- alone.

Well, I guess I must actually have a soft spot in my heart because it occurred to me that Roomie has every right to have his family down. After all, he pays rent. I even decided that I would cook a Thanksgiving dinner - hypocrite vegetarian that I am. However, my best friend, Gail, invited me out to Scottsdale to hang out with her. Since I haven't been on a fucking vacation all year and since I haven't seen Gail in over five years, I made a reservation to leave Thursday night. This would give me three days - including the dreaded Thursday - to spend with Roomie's family.

So, as I'm coming down the stairs this morning, Roomie calls and says that his sister has sent him some type of ugly email about how rude it is that I'm leaving and that I have issues with social class or some other total bullshit. Apparently, she doesn't seem to appreciate the sacrifices I'm making so...

Fuck her.

Fuck the entire goddamn week.

I'm now leaving on Tuesday night.

What to Do?

This little link to today's CNN posting:

http://www.cnn.com/2005/POLITICS/11/02/feedback.president/index.html

Scary thing when you think that even Hillbillies are against Bush. What does that say about those of us who N-E-V-E-R voted for Bush? Now people are saying, "Pull out of Iraq". What kind of problems will we face if we just leave Iraq in the shamble that it is now? Oh, and if we pull troops out of Iraq, what do we do then - most likely, move them next door to Iran. What a fucking mess.

Had a tooth re-worked this morning and the goddamn novocaine STILL hasn't worn off. This is crap. Why can't novacaine for the brain be this good?

Going to a hoitie-toite event to benefit the Georgia Aquarium tomorrow night. Should be fun fucking with those rightous Republicans. Hopefully, I won't get thrown out, but if I do, look for me at ajc.com.

I'm really feeling embittered today - no, not like normally embittered, but in a glorifying-rage-type embittered. New boss and me kinda got into it yesterday because I'm so bloody bored. I actually feel sorry for him, though, because he's old-tradition Virgina boy who does things at a different pace than me. Ah well, as my buddy said, "If it's been six months and he hasn't see the "real" you yet - time for some enlightenment." Good call.