Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

I promised myself I wouldn't weigh in on the issue of Terri Schiavo and her right to life or death, but there's one little tid bit that won't leave me alone. Our oh-so brilliant President Bush said in regards to this situation,"it is wise to always err on the side of life." All I have to say to that is... Ah, anybody aware of what's going on in Iraq? What a two-faced, bold liar.

Either he's too stupid to realize what he said or just too callous to care. I'm hoping for the stupid agrument because otherwise I'm flat out scared. Side note: Add and extra "r" to scared and you get scarred. I'm probably that too. I wonder if I can sue him for emotional trauma? Just a thought...

All in a Days Work

I have to tell you about this dream I had the other night...

O.k., so I'm at the Aveda store, (in real life this where you buy hair products), in some mall somewhere and of course I order a Frappuccino. 'Cause what else do you get at the Aveda store? I'm sitting on a bar stool at the counter and this very pudgy round guy with greying curly hair serves me my Java Chip Frappuccino. But the thing is a disaster. He's served it to me in a plexi, (plastic), box beacuse it's oozing down the sides of the cup. There is no lid on it and the whipped cream and chocolate are only half on top and the other half is running down the side. I can tell that it wasn't blended well enough because there are giant chuncks of of ice visible and I'm thinking to myself self, "how am I going to get those chunks through the straw?"

Then I get mad. I start yelling at him about this disaster of a drink and something about paying money for something that won't even fit through the straw. I'm trying to figure out how to get the drink out of the box, which I finally do and then I threw it at him! Just like that. He's sitting there with chunky, brown Frappuccino dribbling down his face. Aren't dreams cool?

I think I need a vacation.

GARBLEDGOOK

I'm pissed and no, not the drunk kind of pissed. Although, after realizing that I spent a couple hours of rewriting the html to change the backround of this blog and add links to the side bar, I wished I was drunk. I'm pissed 'cause I can't believe I could waste that much time on the computer, let alone rewrite code. What the hell is wrong with me? Shouldn't I be doing something more productive like... anything? I mean, really now.

Oh well, the time is gone and the cat is on the internet. On a side note, it was completly unintentional that the color of the backround is so close to Bodie and Mandimu's page. I searched for hours for just the right green. Actually, I searched for hours before I even found any green. Apparently, my html skills are not all that good. I should have just called them to get the color code.

NOW THAT'S FUNNY

Scott came home last night and stated that he wasn't going to drink alcohol anymore... (insert hysterical fit of laughter).

AAARRRGGHHHHH!

Freakin' government and their stupid energy bill. Drilling in the Arctic Natl' Wildlife Refuge is just flat out wrong. It pisses me off that we can't leave one corner of the planet in tact. Is that really too much to ask for? We won't even see the oil for ten years and "they" are trying to convince people that this is a good idea because the price of oil is high right now. What is wrong with these people? Do they really think we're that stupid???? Makes me so mad. We pay less for a gallon of gas than anyone else in the western world. In fact, I think we should pay more. Maybe then people will get out of their stupid cars a little more often and we won't have shoulder the burden of paying for a generation of fat people's medical bills.

I'm on a tangent. I've been in the Arctic and it's amazing. That's all there is to it. It's a flipping amazing place that shouldn't be screwed around with. Visit NRDC to find out who to call and what you can do to make sure this thing doesn't get all the way through to a point where we can't take it back. It's a huge mistake.

To Walk a Mile

So, I'm on my home and I'm listening to public radio and there's this piece about a guy who is driving around the country in a U-Haul truck filled with 1500 pairs of boots. Each pair of boots represents a fallen solider in Iraq. This is depressing, right? But, then the depression turned to a sort of intrigue. The kind of intrigue that hits when you're really not interested, but something about the whole thing takes hold of you.

So, I get to thinking, is he trying to make some kind of statement? I mean, what kind of person feels it necessary to drive around and set up 1500 pairs of boots in nice rows with names and pictures attached to them? Very odd. At first I was feeling sad about the whole thing. All those kids killed for what? American freedom? Nope. To keep people safe? Nope. For democracy? Nope.

None of these explanations ring true and yet the truth of the matter is that they are dead and some dude is displaying their boots and it's not even their own boots, just a pair of random boots purchased from army surplus store. Maybe he thought it would be a nice way to see the country. It's all very strange. Maybe I'm missing something, but my observation that people are weird has been confirmed once again.

Might as Well be Dead

Bodie made a comment asking if my blog was dead. No, it's not. It's just having an identity crisis and my time and energy have been in short supply lately. I'm spending most of my time watching "quality" TV before the anti-tv week kicks in. It's like carbo-loading the night before a race.

No one reads this anyway...

So, I was out on a ride yesterday and was thinking about my blog and about how I really don't have much to say these days. The state of the world is such that I can't really make heads or tales of it anymore and I started to get depressed. I thought since no one really reads this blog anyway, that I should be using it to air my real feelings about everything and not worry if I offend anyone, or make anyone uncomfortable, or piss anyone off. I've, for so long, been ensconsed in an environment where it's unacceptable to tell people what I really think because it would be inapropriate. I have just simply given up on practicng the fine art sharing my views and beliefs. So, it may take a while to get into the swing of things here. That's the joy of having a job where being kind, fair and level-headed gets you beat up on a daily basis by rude, obnoxious, and utterly miserable people.

The Fine Print:

This blog will not be backed up by facts. Facts are for people who care what others think.

This blog will not make any apologies.

This blog probably won't make much sense.

And to the guy who threw his sandwich at me the other day. Fuck off!

And to the lady who yelled at me because 3 seconds was too long to wait for her coffee pot to stop dribbling... Fuck off!

And especially to those who run this place, (US), stop stealing my money to kill people. You suck!

Ah, I feel better already. Blogging is like techo-primal scream therapy.