2004, come and gone…

Well here it is. The last of day of 2004. Like the end of every year, I am surprised at how quickly time has gone by. Where did it all go? Did I do something this year that will be memorable when I’m old, sitting on my rocking chair on my porch and yelling at children passing by?

Looking back at this year, there were things that were significant that I accomplished. I moved to a new state to take a new job. Moving away from the beautiful Colorado Springs to the flatlands of Kansas. I could’ve move to NYC and worked in Manhattan, but I chose what was best for my professional life. Grrr.

I also finished and received my degree this year. After about 6 years, I finished a big ass paper that is my dissertation. It’s long and I even sneaked in a page of ranting on the problems with clinical psychology. Ha. Dissertations are funny. For all the time and work put into it, your crowning achievement on paper will probably only be read by about 10 people at the most.

This may not be a big deal to everyone else, but it was to me. The county that I live in is incredibly snooty and because of that, they do not have Laundromats in the county (don’t want the bad elements here or some crap like that). So I had to buy a washer/dryer. I mean really. Me? With my own washer/dryer? Ok, now I feel old.

Oh yea, new TV! Yay!

Those were just some of the bigger changes I can think of right now. Even with those changes, I like to say that there are some things that are staying strong with me. Things like Pup. Another year down buddy. Bone to cotton/plush, dust to dust. BTW, Pup is now 25. Finally, his car insurance will go down.

Big red is still with me. My car has some problems every now and then, but overall, she’s a good car. I’m glad to have her. I don’t care that she was rated one of the worst cars ever made, she’s my car damn it and we’ll take care of each other till I need to start duct taping things together. All you wealthy people that lives around me with your gaudy SUVs, mid-life crisis sport cars, and spoiled little brats with their nice cars can all kiss my ass. Hub caps? Big Red don’t need no stinking hub caps.

Now notice there isn’t any mention of any achievements in my personal life. It’s not that I’m shy or don’t want to mention that here on my blog, but frankly, it was quite sparse in 04’. I took a job for my professional reasons, knowing fully that it would be almost disastrous for my personal life. I spent a good amount of time also obsessing over the dissertation. That will stop in 05’.

2005 will be the year that I focus on the personal life. I will not make a decision simply because it will be good for me professionally. If I move this year, it’ll be to somewhere I want to be. Somewhere with friends and family. There are lands beyond the boundaries of the oceans that I would like to explore (Europe, Asia, and the Caribbean’s). I would like to explore these foreign lands with someone. This year, more than anytime before, I’ll be looking.

I sure hope that statement about when you’re looking you’ll never find it crap isn’t true.

I guess the last major event of the year that has influenced me is the whole blogging thing. I started the page after reading the Furdell’s consistently funny page all these years. It was a good outlet for what’s on Pup’s mind. Even if it didn’t really make sense a lot of the times. I’ve “met” some very wonderful and interesting people in this experience. Amazing how you can get to know someone thousands of miles away without actually ever seeing, hearing, or being around them. I’m looking forward to next year to meet some of you in person…. Clean off an extra space on the sofa for me, cause the Pup’s coming. The Pup will be spread around the world!! Bwahahaahaha..

Oops.. sorry, got off track there. That was supposed to be a quite goal. And no, the Pup is not some STD or anything. :p It's more like a way of life :)

Well, that’s about all for this year and this last post of the year.

Have a very Happy New Years Eve everyone. I’m glad to know you, if only electronically. Can’t wait to see what next year will bring for everyone.

Get totally hammered tonight, but remember to be safe. The cops will be out in force tonight.

Happy New Years!

I’ve got soul, but I’m not a solider…..
That’s a line from a song by The Killers. Easily my current favorite band right now. At this very moment, this very second, favorite. If you haven’t heard of them, check them out. I guarantee you’ll like them.

It’s not a money back guarantee or anything. I may make fun of you if you don’t like them. That’s a guarantee, but no guarantee of money.

That’d be funny if stores did that. “You didn’t like this shirt? Aww.. that’s too bad. It IS very ugly. Why would you buy this in the first place? Too bad.”

I would not be a good fit in customer service.

I got my new TV yesterday! Yay! It’s 2x as big as the one I currently have. Maybe size does matter. Hmmm…

Well, the TV totally kicks ass. 32 inches of HD goodness. After 1.5 years of looking at TVs I finally bought it. I’m not good with buying huge things. Takes me forever to pull the trigger, but I did it. It was my graduation/Christmas gift to myself.

I think everyone should buy nice stuff for themselves. If you’re only buying other people stuff, it’s no good. And forget about relying on other people to buy you stuff you really want or waiting for a major holiday. Who needs that hassle. It could also be that I'm not good about telling people what I want too. Hmmm... I'll fix that next year.

Why wait? Let's try it now. Anyone looking to get me a New Year's present or belated Christamas present, please come over and hang up some pictures for me. I hate doing that? Don't ask, I just have the worst experiences with hanging pictures and other stuff on walls. That would be a most appreciated present.

Just so you know, I’ve been writing this very unspectacular post for a couple of days now. Hence it makes very little sense and doesn't seem to have any distinguishable plot line. Do blogs need plot lines?

Anyone know why my eyes have been so itchy lately?

It was the night before Christmas...

All was quite.... except for the rocks in Pup's drink...

from all of us

Merry Christmas Blogland!!!

Spazzy Tuesday

Not too much going on at work with the mass exodus of the holiday season.

Here’re the things on my mind:
Well YOU of course, cause you’re always on my mind.

New Harry Potter book to be published July 16 !!!!

Mmmmm...
Can someone please get me THIS for Christmas. No, I don’t want the subscription to the magazine.

Told you...
“….pollutants from sewage plants, feedlots and factories…. Nine male smallmouth bass taken from the Potomac near Sharpsburg, about 60 miles upstream from Washington, were found to have developed eggs inside their sex organs”

Yea, just another silly environmentalist trick. Just trying to get us to worry about pollution when that money can be saved to buy some rich fuck another plane or some shit they don’t need.

Screw the environment you say? I hope you guys all develop eggs and have periods or at least grow a painful tumor in your ass. Dumbasses.

Anyone? Anyone?...
Who wants to go see “The Phantom of the Opera” with me tomorrow? Come on now.. you know you want to.

"Excuse me… do you have any Rick Springfield? "

So my first gig in years was finally here. It was going to start this Saturday night. During the morning, I had gone by the house to set up all the equipment for the night. With a green table cloth and some garlands, the set up was sweet and festive. The sounds from the new speakers were blasting just fine.

All through the day I was pretty nervous. Not so much about the music or my skills at playing them (I was still very rusty, but I did a practice session after I set up the equipment and it seemed to be coming back slowly), but more worried about the crowd. This isn’t like the old days of playing on the radio or a club or something similar where you know who’s going to be at these places. This was going to be a crowd that for the most part, has never actually seen a DJ that used turntables, much less one that was playing vinyl.

I was at the party early to make sure everything was still fine and to get in a bit of practice before people actually began to show up. All was good, and after a couple of drinks, the nerves seemed to have died down.

People began tricking in, and while the Christmas CD was enjoyable, everyone wanted something a bit more upbeat. A little bit earlier than I was planning to start, but around 10pm I began my set.

Overall I think it was a decent set. A lot of vinyl I played was a bit dated since I have no access to record stores here in the middle of oz, but I don’t think anyone has heard any of those songs before so it was all good. It was a tough crowd. Even playing some of my best stuff only got a few to move their legs a bit.

So after a two hour set, I put a CD on with a good mix and took a break to mingle in the party. I hadn’t noticed being behind the DJ stuff, but everyone at the party was pretty drunk by now. As I walked around I received some compliments, and many requests for poppy wedding/sorority party songs. If you knew me, you would know that I cringe at these kinds of requests.

I was doing a good job politely refusing to play everything that I asked. After grabbing a drink I started talking to a gal that had come up to talk to me while I was working earlier. Drunken small talk…. yada yada…. I agreed to play one song for her. Then on the way back to my area, the hostess also asked me to play a Snoop song that she handed me. So now, I have 2 songs to play. It’s just 2, no biggy right? WRONG.

After I played those 2 songs, it was open season for requests. People lined up by the table asking for songs. I wasn’t really prepared since I was mostly only going to play my vinyls. I didn’t carry with me all the regular ‘party’ songs. The 2 requests that I played received very good reactions from the crowd with people dancing everywhere. I guess I just gave up and played all the usual cheesy party stuff I had with me.

~side note~ Playing NIN’s “Closer” will instantly identify the freaky gals or just drunk enough to be freaky.

The majority of the people left, and when there was only a few left in the house, I started playing the good tracks from earlier that night once again. The beats were flowy and it seems I was getting in a bit of a groove. The ones left were a lot more receptive the second time around I think. That or they were just dancing cause they were all quite drunk. As longs they’re out there dancing, it’s cool with me.

Good ol’ alcohol.

During the height of the drunken request portion of the night, a girl from the party approach me to ask if I had any Rick Springfield. I told her no. After the next song was played, she would come back asking the same question. ‘Do you have any Rick Springfield?’ She looked pretty hammered and she did this 6 times. Each time looking very sad when I said no like it was the first time.

I was going to smack her if she had asked one more time.

Happy Monday all!

5 more shopping days left!!

On the 12th day of Christmas.... there’s 12 days of Christmas? WTF?

I never understood that song. 12 days of Christmas? When did that happen? Are the Christians just trying to outdo the 8 days of Hanukkah? You got 8? Oh yea? Well... we’ve got 12 so there.

Really, if someone could explain the origins of the 12 days of Christmas to me that’d be great.

Here’s my theory... Think of it like marketing ploys. A long time ago when Judaism and Christianity were fighting for converts. Judaism came out with the 8 days of Hanukkah plan. 8 days of fun and celebration of lights, and gifts and all good stuff. Not to be outdone, the Christians came up with the 12 days of Christmas. Same thing, just 12 days of it!

There were downsizing during the dark ages, so it went down to one day.

That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

“Marketing.... helping religions grow since 1 A.D.”

8 more days of shopping left… then the after Christmas sales!! That's when I rack up.

2 more days till my DJ debute in the Midwest. I've decided not to go with a full Trance/House set. I'll throw in a little bit of other things in there that are fun and dancey.

I just got a new phone!! Yay! Sure it’s got lots and lots of features, but my favorite? There’s a little bear that walks around and does funny things when you turn it on. Yay funny cute bear!!

Shut UP!!! There’s nothing wrong with being like a 5 years old.... Sometimes.

He looks a bit like Pup too! Well, except he doesn't have a bottle of Jack in his paw...

Oh dive bars, How I love thee ....

Dive bars are a wonderful thing. Yes, every now and then you’ll see appearances of the Pup at some nice trendy ‘we’re too pretentious and snobby to ever serve PBR’ , or the ‘we’re all ordering Martini’s cause they’re trendy’ bullshit, or the ever popular 'dress to impress aka slutty' clubs. There are advantages for those places, but I assure you I’m not enjoying myself as much.

No, given the chance, I would much prefer a more comfy place to drink with friends. A place when you first walk in you immediately smell the booze. A smell that's stained the room, and only a big fire would rid smell from the room. Another easily recognized element of a good dive bar is the long bar with a couple of power drinkers sitting firmly at the ends. That’s a must.

No one here dresses up. If someone is trying to pick up or impress someone, it is probably unintentional and just the alcohol talking. Dive bars are not the place to pick up anyone unless you’re just looking for a quickie in the parking lot. No, people come to dive bars to drink. Pitchers after pitchers, or shots after shots, the alcohol pours. No one there will judge you, they don't care cause they're probably too drunk to care.

I went to a bar this weekend that fit this description. I walked in the bar, and Bon Jovi’s ‘You give love a bad name’ was blaring on the speakers. The smell was there, and the power drinkers were at the bar. I felt at home. There were some people (who had move the tables), to dance in the middle of the bar. Nothing like mid-40s people dancing in the middle of a bar to hair band music.

No one was drinking anything blue or red and there were no waters in sight. There was beer, lots of beer, and there were drinks on the rocks. I don't think I heard the mixer shake even once. No, people are here to drink for real.

Half way through the music, one of the guys decided to take off his shirt. When did this start? Who thinks it’s cool to take your shirt off in the middle of a bar. Even if you’re drunk and there’s Bon Jovi music playing, this is still icky. Why do women get all up on him and encourages him? Cut it out!

BTW, here’s some advice next time you go to a bar/club. Do NOT take your shirt off. Who does that? Why do you think we want to see you nasty ass self (and yes they usually are nasty cause no one attractive ever takes their clothes off in a bar. It could be I’m just going to the wrong bars). If you took off your shirt and now it looks like you’re wearing a sweater, you may want to reconsider taking off your shirt. Or. If your belly looks like you’re in the third tri-mester.. you should also reconsider.

Women should still feel free to take off their clothes whenever they'd like of course.

Still, like I said before, this was a dive bar, and no one cared. Everyone sang along to the continuous screams from the hair bands.

Mr. Roboto played, and the place looked like a robot reject outlet. Freaken Hilarious.

Anyone got a particular dive bar they go to or used to go to?

Hope everyone had a good weekend!

HELP!

Someone invites you to her wedding. You don't really know the person well and you won't know anyone at the wedding. She invites you because "your cool!" Also she thinks you're a "good ol' Methodist" (I know, this has got to stop)!!!

You've got no time to round up a date since the wedding is this Saturday. Do you go, leave your mark, and jet before the cops pin you down? Or are you "too cool" for random weddings?

"People say, Yo Humpty, you're really funny looking..."

My sister wants a hunter's knife. I want Final Fantasy: The Dawn of Souls. There's a disconnect between us. I know that if I don't fill her stocking with a 6 inch blade, she'll kick my ass. If I don't get Final Fantasy, she'll kick my ass for being ungrateful. I found out the other day that she has a brown belt in martial arts.

"Why don't you get a black belt?"
"I don't have rank yet. I'm working on it!"

My belt is from the gap. Pa-Pow!

She's a Marine and she ships out for Iraq next month. Someone in her unit must have told her to be prepared. I'll be sure she has a machete for each hand.

For the love of all that is Beats....

Not going to have much time blogging for the next couple of days due to the man making me actually do work. Well, I don’t usually do that much work, but this time I’ll be out of my building.

Got my new Mixer today!! Yay!! I think I’ve figured out what all the buttons does… I could read the manual, but that’s crazy talk. I’ll just push the buttons on and off till I figure it out.

Now I just have to pray to the beats Gods. Oh great beats Gods… hear my call… Ok, this is too weird for an open forum.

Well, the reason for all this is that I was asked to work (DJ) a holiday party next weekend. No, I’m not playing Christmas music or anything like that. They wanted grooves and beats. That I can do. I haven’t worked in a while so I’m a bit rusty. I’m a bit nervous about that. BUT… The big scary part is that I’ll be playing to a bunch of sheltered Midwesterners. I’m not sure how they’re going to take to it.

On the flyer for the party, I wrote a little blurb about 'wear something comfortable and don't forget to bring an extra glow stick for Santa'. After test marketing the flyer, the host had to change that line cause people were scared that it was going to be a big drug party. WTF?

It’s not just my performance on the line here either. Since this will be a first for a good many of them, I don’t want to ruin the whole genre for these people if I don’t play a good set. I know it’s silly and crazy talk, but that’s what I’m thinking and will be thinking next weekend.

I'd hate to be my neighbor for the next 2 weeks. All that bass is sure to be annoying. Gotta practice practice practice!!

Say, I’m having problems thinking of a good original DJ name. Since there’re some witty ass people reading this, can someone help out please?

Thanks!

Better Get Back!!! I CUT YOU!!!

This is more of a comment to your most recent post, Ho Ho Ho...Where My Money At?

Saturday night it was when I first felt "in the spirit." It was more like a tickle, since I'm hard as hell (I finally know what you mean when you say quit being hard). But I spent most of the day playing card games, video games and other games. Later that night I played more games with my crew. Then we started drinking while watching the hostess decorate her home in forest greens and velvet reds, preparing Christmas for her family.

So hanging out with the crew is all good. Sunday I woke up very ill and didn't make it to Sunday School, but I made it to church (20 min. late)! After church I went to the grocery store to fill my pockets (hint: they never suspect the guy who just came from church) and to get something for lunch. As I'm leaving the store the alarm system goes off so I quicken my pace until I hear, "CRASH!!!" I turn around to find a middle-aged man lying on the street. As I help him to his feet he tells me of the stroke he had less than a month ago. He was very thankful for my help and I was earnest enough and tended to his immediate needs. I was pissed that he shattered his eggs (not pissed at him rather sad about the eggs).

And that was it. I went home and continued the rest of the day in a hungover stupor. I didn't even mention it to anyone until now. But for a moment I was the answer to someone's prayer.

It seems ridiculous to me, though. I don't think this is the sort of thing one should "pray" about. Brotherly-love should be freely given. Not just during Advent. I acted on instinct. I’m sure some other thief would instinctively keep running. Its discouraging to think that had the old man fell in Rich's, he would be trampled to death. I found him in the parking lot.

Think I'll listen to my newly acquired Cyndi Lauper "Seems Like Christmas" cd when I go home tonight.

Ho... Ho... Ho... Where my money at?
Wandering around looking for a bar this past Friday, I was swarmed by little old ladies masked behind these large shopping bags scurrying around like little rodents. The place was covered with shoppers busily running from one store to another to escape the cold and run towards the warm that is the ‘storewide sale’ signs. In the middle of the street, I proceeded to scream “ Buy more!! Buy!!! Buy!! We don’t have enough crap yet!! Must buy more!!!”

I got some strange looks, but oh well. I speak the truth.

There was a very very young couple (looks to be around 16 or so) in the middle of the street holding this big ass wooden cross. I’m not sure what they were screaming about (they were taking a break when I was walking past), but I doubt they were speaking out against consumerism. Once again, they did not tried to save me. They actually looked away when I tried to make eye contact. All street preachers does this. Weird.

I thought I’d try to get in the mood (holiday that is), by putting up the tree and lights on my balcony. That didn’t do it. Actually, that made me feel bad having decorated my place by myself. Sad I know. It all looked quite good if I do say so myself.

I went to the video store and rented Elf staring Will Farrell. That man is a genius! Brilliant!! I strongly recommend that movie.

It was not only a good movie, but it did get me more in the spirit of things. These holidays (around this time), whatever the origins are, are not about presents, but are about getting people to think about others. For once a year in our mostly seclude and selfish lives, we reach out and are nice (unless at the mall or in parking lots) to others, our family, friends, and strangers. I don’t care what the reason is, but this season makes people nicer and that is good.

Why we need a reason or holiday to remember to be nice to each other is beyond me.

Happy Monday everyone!

When she loved me...

When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful,
Every hour we spend together, lives within my heart,
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears,
And when she was happy so was I,
When she loved me.

Through the summer and the fall,
We had each other and that was all,
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be.

And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her,
And I knew that, she loved me.

So the years went by,
But she began to drift away, I was left alone,
Still I waited for the day,
When she’d say ‘I will always love you’,

Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way,
She smiled at me and held me, just like she’d used to do,
Like she loved me, when she loved me,

When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful,
Every hour we spend together, lives within my heart,
When she loved me....

Random Verse
(Ko, no offense. You're just an easy target.)

Pup, drop me a funky ass beat!


I'm about to get ill
When I stab for the kill
You'll be sorry you dared
Now your blood will spill
You say you're tired and shit,
Man lay off them pills
Don't matter none no how
Cuz you aint got no skillz!

holla!!!


I know these verbal skills are good enough for American Idol but I'm trying out for the 21st member of the Wu Tang Clan! Wish me luck!!!

Yea well… it sounds like a good idea….

But not so much. Article.

Since the first $80 million dollars was allocated in 2001, and an additional $168 million dollars being allocated for next year, our government has spent nearly $900 million dollars in 5 years on abstinence-only programs.

Why are you people so out of touch with youth and the world in general? Were you never a teenager or a human? Did you not understand what you were then, and them now are going through? Are you that ignorant that you cannot simply say no to natural desires? Why is it that you think you can fight nature? Are you so high on yourselves that you think you can even control the natural order of things? Don’t you think you’re now trying to control nature which was put in place by the Lord that you supposedly serve?

The problem with you is that you live in some idealistic bizzaro world where everyone believes and behaves the same as you. The world that you actually live in is not. There is a lot of diversity all around us, and that’s what makes us interesting as a species (it also keeps us alive).

You cannot and should not make people conform to only one way of acting. I don’t think anyone would argue with you that abstinence is the best way to prevent pregnancy or STD. I think by your logic, you would have to agree too that if we don’t have cars, then no one would be in car accidents.

People are going to drive, and people are going to have sex, that’s the bottom line. Do we try to get everyone to not drive? No, we put in airbags, seat belts, and driver education to help prevent something bad from happening. This is the same concept as sex. People are going to do it. There will be some accidents, that is unavoidable. But let’s try to make the people as safe and as educated as we can.

Is that too logical for you?

Just like so much other things you do, it looks good in the beginning, but there are never results. Columbia University researchers found that although teenagers who take "virginity pledges" may wait longer to initiate sexual activity, 88 percent eventually have premarital sex. It’s not that you need more emphasis on the program. Logically, the program and idea of complete abstinence for everyone is just WRONG and ignorant. It DOES NOT and WILL NOT work.

Beyond the total and complete disagreement I have ideologically about abstinence-only programs, the program as it is being run is total crap. In this article from MSNBC, a critic of the administration and of these programs pointed out some major false and misleading information that is being taught to the kids. Some includes:

- Abortion can lead to sterility and suicide,
- Half the gay male teenagers in the United States have tested positive for the AIDS virus,
- Touching a person's genitals "can result in pregnancy,"
- HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, can be spread via sweat and tears,
- A 43-day-old fetus is a "thinking person."

43 days old? There are 43 years old that isn’t a thinking person. Obviously, if you think a 43 day old can think, you don’t understand what is necessary for thinking and thought to occur. This is interesting though in that it gives us a glimpse at the way you think. Logic is not an easy or simple thing, and it’s not something everyone has. Everyone can have it, but sadly, not everyone chooses to.

There are so many other points on how wrong and a complete waste of time and money this is, but let me end with this. Since when did it become ok for our government to fund churches for programs that are obviously biased and faith based? Separation of Church and state mean anything to you? The government should support science based facts and present all the information without bias to its people. It is not the role of the government to pay for these religious based programs while cutting real science programs!!

Besides, are the churches not doing well enough as it is? How about not adding another wing to the mega church that has three 5 story parking decks next to them, or buying a second private jet for your pastor? Churches should not have bigger budgets than some countries (oh.. there are churches like that). There is obviously something horribly wrong there. Once again, we are doomed to repeat the past (think Europe in the old days when it was ruled by the church).

Instead of making your church look bigger and goutier, or paying yourselves massive amounts of money (yea, I’ve seen the average salary), how about worrying about the people that your Lord would have worried about. Believe me, it’s not adding any of those materialistic things that you think so highly of.

For some more fun things about how the government is gonna get all up in your sex life thanks to the crusaders, read this.

Here's the little man!!

He can say poo. And if he actually pooped.. he'll hold his nose and say pooo.. It's the cutiest thing ever. Well, it's really smelly sometimes, but still cute.

Can't wait to teach him to say 'Thug Life'

Finally… The Pup has come back to blogsville…

Can you smell what the Pup is cooking?
I’m back in the working world once again. I had 86 work emails waiting for me when I got back. I so shouldn’t be this popular. If I’m getting 86 emails, at least 10 of them should involve porn, but noooo. So I could/should be answering the emails, but I think I’ll blog instead.

It’s driving me nuts to see that I haven’t posted anything in almost a week.

So this is what I have learned this past week.

1. If there is a wedding involving a white family and a Puerto Rican family, the dance floor will be exclusively Puerto Rican (with plenty of representin' from Pup).

2. My alcohol tolerance is way scary high. I’m going to have to cut back.

3. You may be crazy if… You took your children (4 adults) and grandchildren (1 set infant twins, 6 children under 3) to Costa Rica with a 7 hour layover in Atlanta. By the time they got on the plane (and made me move 2x to get away from them), the kids were less than pleasant. Good times on planning that trip.

4. I hate flying home with no one to greet me at the gate. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I swear I’m just going to pick someone random and hug and kiss them next time.

5. I think I’m one of the more energetic people I know. I baby sat my nephew for a day and I almost passed out by 8pm.

6. There’s something awesome about going to pick up a kid (nephew again) from school and when they see you looking through the window, their face lights up and drop everything in their hands and come running into your arms all happy.

7. It’s very sad and hard to explain to a crying 1.5 yr. old (when he realizes you’re leaving) that Uncle Pup will be back in 3 weeks.

8. Spending $150 on food and alcohol with one of my oldest friend just talking for hours and drunk calling people is an expense I will be more than happy to make any day of the week.

That’s about it for now. Now on to the emails…

Hope everyone had a good Turkey day.. Gobble.. Gobble..

I can’t leave Ice!! I can’t leave my wingman!

While Ko is busy with the invitations, I will step in for a second here. I had an awesome time in Philly at Ko’s Bachelor party this last weekend. I’m not going into details here. The only thing I will say is.. Ko’s my hero. Don’t underestimate the Kojo (Ko’s Mojo).

I want to point out something that I experienced this weekend. This is something that I knew is true, I know it happens, but I have always thought it was done more covertly. On Saturday night, it wasn’t covert at all. It was out there in the open. The monster wasn’t sneaking around in the dark or hiding in the background, it was out in the middle of the street saying ‘bring it bitch!’

That which I experienced my friends, is the Classic Cock Block.

I’m sure all of you are familiar with this term, but just in case you’re not, here’s a quick reminder. Cock blocking (especially prevalent in pairs of girls) is when one of the girls acts as a wall/barrier when a guy approaches and is interested in getting to know one of them better. For whatever hateful reason they have, or under the big lie of ‘I’m protecting her’, the one that is receiving less attention or perceives to be receiving less attention often acts as the cock blocker.

So I knew this in theory. I knew it happens, but to see it in action was quite amazing. During the weekend, I approached 2 girls standing by the bar whom didn’t seem to be talking to each other and seem a bit bored. I went up and started talking to them. After a bit, it may have seemed that I was talking more to one of the girls (so there’s the cute one and the hateful cock block one). The hateful cock block one was not unattractive, but seemed to have a chip on her shoulder standing next to her friend. I made a very conscious effort to talk to both of them equally. Later, I talked to the cute one more not cause she was cuter, but she was actually talking and seemed interested. The other was just being generally hateful.

I would suggest some ideas that involved coming by and sitting with our group, getting another round, dancing with the Ko, etc. to the girls. Each time, the cute one was all for it. Each time, the hateful one stopped the cute one’s excitement with one classic hateful cock block statement after another. Here’s one great example. Ko is dancing and I asked if the girls would like to join him. Cute one is all excited and ready to go. Hateful one? “I don’t dance.” Result? Cute one saying “Maybe I’ll wait for the next song” WTF? Classic Cock Block.

So this little chess match went on for a bit, but there was too much blocking for my game. My game wasn’t all that strong to begin with, and with this wall, I had nothing. The cock block succeeds again.

I don’t tend to speak to random groups of girls very often. I’m just not that aggressive and generally shy, but I truly see the importance of having a good wingman. The wingman would’ve taken the hateful one out.

I needed a wingman that night. Where’s Goose?!

Goose!!!

MISSION ACCEPTED

Looking back, the night of my bachelor party was rather surreal and magical. Saturday had an ominous beginning. It was a cloudy and overcast day. I was still tired as hell and a little groggy from all the drinking that we were doing the night before. The action didn’t really start until we checked into the hotel in the heart of Philadelphia at around 5:30 in the afternoon. It was there that Ko’s Wild Ride officially began. I was handed a list with 10 acts that needed to be performed by 1 AM. Some of you might be wondering what’s on this magical typed list of things to do. Well, here it is

Kiss a girl, whose name is Jenny, on the cheeks. (My fiancee's name is Jenny)
Have a girl buy you a drink
Get a girl’s underwear (bra or panties)
Have a girl do a body shot off of you (or do a body shot off a girl)
Dance by yourself on the dance floor (I am a terrible dancer; it's a scary sight. People went blind from watching me dance)
Have people you don’t know write on the back of this list why you should NOT get married.
Serenade a girl at a bar that you don’t know (much like the dancing; something that I am so horrible at that people around the bar went deaf)
Find a Bachelorette party or a party of girls and get in a picture with them
Get the phone number of any girl that’s present
Get spanked by 3 or more girls

For every item not completed, I was supposed to take a shot of Jaegermister; yes, Pup can be a cruel stuffed bear sometimes. Let me let you in on a little secret about me; I am a cheap date….a super duper cheap date. Two drinks is all that it takes for me to have a great time. Anyways, the gang (Pup, Spammy, Multi-cultural Boy, The Cuz, and The Canadian) then all proceeded to take bets on how many of these items I would actually complete. Losers would pay for and take as many shots as needed with me.

Spammy – 5
Pup – 6
The Canadian – 7
The Cuz – 8
MCB – 9

After carefully reviewing the list, I thought to myself. Nine out of ten things on this list are really not that hard to do. I can get this shit done in 2 or 3 hours in the right setting; the tricky one will probably be the one involving undergarments…

To be continued…

Random Shorts:

I'm ai'ight.

I found $5.30 in spare change while cleaning the crib yesterday. Can I buy you a drink?

There was some report in the news last week about an unfortunate pedestrian that was run down by a negligent motorist. That got me thinking about my car. If I were to hit someone with my car, it wouldn't kill them. Hell, it may not even hurt them. They would just be really, really, really pissed. And my car would go even slower. Accelerate is a curse word to my car.

Possum for dinner again tonight. Can't wait for turkey day for turkey-fried squirrel!!!

How would you feel if a person was hitting on you at the bar, invites you out the next day, you go out and find out the person is married? Work with me people!!! If you're married, yet you think I'm the shit, get an annulment, and then let's get busy!

What would you do if your friend's girlfriend was buzzing pretty hard and chatty but not trashy and he, your friend, leaves the party to hang with the boys in a science lab? After an hour of chatting with her I said goodnight.

Funny that fags, fugal, fuchsia and fuses pop up in my spell checker as it doesn't recognize fugazi. Okay maybe not funny, rather sad.

My toes are cold.

What's up Ko!?

Later.

Fear of a White Boobie

Enough of this sappy crap. Time to get the hate on. It’s time again for another edition of…

What the FUCK is wrong with you people?

I’m a little behind on this as I was posting sappy crap, but I assure you, I’ve been pissed about this since I heard of it. As some of you may or may not have seen, there are some people that are outraged at the intro commercial to the Monday Night Football game.

In the short intro for the Eagles-Cowboys game this past Monday night, a bare backed Nicollette Sheridan (of “Housewives”) threw off her towel and jumps into the arms of Terrell Owens.

Where in the Hell are you people seeing as a problem with this?!! The bare back got you a little too worked up? Maybe you should get the fuck out more. Is it the whole white woman jumping into the arms of a young black stud? Is that what you have a problem with you racist prick?!?

I guess that imagery plus the non-stop running of those damn erectile dysfunction drugs doesn’t make you look too good huh?

The only comments I’ve read about the complaints are that the intro was ‘inappropriate’. This is the intro to a football game. The number one mainstream outlet we have to organized violence. We have cheerleaders that are scantily clothed, that are out there for absolutely NO reason other than to look hot (Don’t kid yourselves with the cheering thing either. No one can hear except for the first 2 rows, and they got those tickets to stare, not listen). How is all that ok but a bare back lady gets you all up in arms?

Before you even begin to complain about this intro to the game, why don’t you spend your energy stopping those damn erectile dysfunction commercials that fucking runs every 3 minutes? If you can’t get it up anymore, maybe that’s just nature telling you you’re done and no one wants to fuck your nasty old ass. How is erectile dysfunction 'appropriate' for anyone?

Who the hell is a bare back ‘inappropriate’ to anyways? Kids? Are you seriously going to throw the ‘we’re ruining our kids’ argument on this one? You’re a parent. Act like one. How about not letting the kiddies watch TV huh? Oh, didn’t think of that one? Too damn busy complaining about other shit that’s ruining your kids? Hey, here’s a good idea, why don’t you try raising them yourselves instead of letting the TV do it?

What the fuck is wrong with you huh?

I’m not even here to just rant about you crazy ass right-wingers. What the hell is the NFL, ABC, the Eagles, and now Terrell Owens apologizing for? You have nothing to apologize for cause you didn’t do anything wrong!!! Stop caving to these damn insane tight ass fucks.

If you bible thumpers so believe in your bible, you should try reading it. There’s nothing in there about sex or sexuality being bad. Adam and Eve ran around buck ass naked in the garden and fucked to populate the planet (which btw, how you can believe 2 people can fuck enough to make a population of 6 billion that we have now is beyond me).

Guess what? Adam and Eve didn’t get kicked out of the Garden for being naked or fucking! How you like them apples huh? Get the shit straight!

As James has pointed out, what the hell is wrong with out society that we fear sexuality SOOOO damn much, but violence is so perfectly fine? Bare back not ok, but 3 hours of huge guys hitting each other is fine?

Read James' more civil and much more funnier post on this.

Argh.. I don’t understand you people.

Once again, it’s story time. (con't)

Did you make sure you went to the bathroom first? Refreshed that 40? This is gonna be a long one. Sit back down and I'll finish my tale.

We were in the city to watch an opera at the MET that night. I do enjoy operas and I think she does too. That or she fakes it very well. After walking a bit, we decided to take a cab the rest of the way to get in on some pre-show fun. I picked up the tickets and we went in for a few drinks in the lobby.

Now as you could imagine, people who attends operas are generally older and more conservative folks. There I stood, nice flaming spiky orange hair. It was great to freak out some of the older folks. Generally, the crowd just rolled their eyes, but an older couple showed some love by telling me that my hair was a wonderful color and that it’s about time more diverse people came in here.

During the opera, it was so nice to have her by my arms. It’s not like we were holding hands or each other or anything, but just having my arms rest next to hers. The opera was great, I had this kick ass suit, and I had a great gal next to me. Nothing was going to make me feel bad that night. I felt so good. Everything was all right.

During the show, we were saying little things to each other about the show and doing little 3rd grade things during the boring parts. Yes, very immature, but oh so much fun. Besides, operas needs a little bit of cutting up. At one point, she whispered something in my ear, nothing special, but nothing could’ve been sweeter.

After the opera, we decided to walk to Times Square. We just talked and talked. We also walked and walked since we didn’t know how far it was. Neither us minded. The air was chilly, but that was a just a good reason to be closer to each other. The conversation never felt forced, nor did it ever stop. The walk from the MET to Times Square was quite long, and it dragged on and on, but I would have walked till I fell off Long lsland. Not a care in the world, just walking and talking.

About halfway or so, snow began falling down all around us. I won’t burden you here. I’ll just let you imagine how nice it is to walk with someone you really enjoy being with while snow falls.

We finally made it to Time Square, and we were a bit tired from the urban hike. When we got in the middle of Times Square, there was light and people everywhere. With the snow falling, it was a wonderful sight. We walked around to a couple of the stores that were still opened. We goofed around taking odd looking pictures, and scared some of tourists. It was good.

By now, we were hungry and cold. We found a place in the middle of Times Square. Luckily, a window seat came open when we were seated. We had a great view of the people down below, the lights, and the snow that continued to fall.

We were suppose to go clubbing after the show, but she had been feeling a bit sick from work, so I thought that we should take it easy this time. Maybe this way there will be something to do next time. We stayed at the restaurant for a long while and just talked and had drinks. Technically, we don’t know each other that well, and this is the first time we’ve ever been out by ourselves, but we talked like we were old friends. We talked about everything that was going on, our lives, the world, and a nice discussion on pre-communism Russian politics. Can’t beat a girl that can speak on military strategies in WWII as well as how her hair was blue just weeks before.

Then a deja vu hits me.

Background: I've had a reoccurring dream for some years now. It's just me and my love, sitting at a table, drinking something, and just talking. In my dreams, I’ve never seen her face. I couldn’t even tell you what she looked like. I just knew. I felt comfortable when I’m around her. I knew how it feels to be with her.

Well, the deja vu happened when I was looking at her while she was talking. It was the same thing as in my dreams. I felt she was the person I’ve been speaking to in my dreams. I knew that feeling and it freaked me out. Naturally, I couldn't tell her. That would just be too odd. I sat there and talked with her as if it everything’s ok. Inside, I wanted to scream ‘Hey! You’re her aren’t you?! You’re her!’

It was getting close to 4am and she had to get back to the train station. We had to rush to the station to make her train. Somehow, we got to Grand Central with 6 min. to spare before the train took off. For the first time in the night, neither of us said anything on the way to the station. We were trying to get to the station as quickly as possible and maybe it was 4am and we were tired, but I don’t think that’s the reason. When we got to the platform, she stayed for all 6 minutes.

There was lots of hugging to be had until the train guy yelled at her to get on (I may imagining the train guy, but I thought there was a train guy). I just stood there frozen after she got on. I felt like I just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wanted to scream something, or do something, anything. But I just stood there frozen and waved as she left. With a slow turn of the wheels, the train began to move. I looked at the windows of the train and there she was. Her mouth curved into the nicest and sweetest of smiles. She saw me and waved.

I just stood there and waved back. It was all I could do.


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Ah yes. Isn’t being young and naïve fun? It was so easy to fall in love then, it was so easy to be optimistic, so easy to think everything will have a story book / cheesy movie ending. After a few years and more and more of these experiences add up, it gets a bit harder each time to open up. A little more hesitation each time to be optimistic, to think that person sitting across from you is that one in your dreams so many years ago.

As hard as it is to remember sometimes, I still know what it felt like. That feeling when I’m with her. Sitting there by my love talking about nothing at all, sipping a drink. Many have tried to fill her space, but they’re not her. Some have been close though. I guess I’ll keep looking.

Here's to you. Cheers.

Once again, it’s story time.

Grab some snacks, a 40, and sit down while I tell my tale.

It was Christmas time once again. It’s been part of my tradition for the last few years to spend a weekend in New York City during this time of year. The air is cold and crisp, the streets and stores are beautifully decorated, the giant tree is lit with children skating at the Rockefeller center, and my annual showing on the Today show draws me back year after year.

Also, as part of the tradition, I usually bring or meet a friend in the city. It’s much more fun to explore with a friend ya know.

After an afternoon of wandering in the city by myself, my friend was riding the train down to join me. We were to meet at Grand Central. She was coming in on a train from New Haven. She had taken off work early to make sure she would get there with plenty of time for the night. At the time this occurred, it was one of my first times in New York City and in Grand Central.

I got there early to do a bit of exploring. I walked around and was simply amazed at everything that was going on. The wonderful structures, the catacombs of tunnels, the masses of people rushing to catch trains, it was all like an old movie. Sitting on a bench in the middle of the station, I just watched as the people rushed by and wondered where everyone was going. I made up some stories that I would have love to have shared with them to see how close I was. That may be a bit creepy though, so I thought better.

Looking at the clock and the schedule, I saw that the time was getting close for her train to arrive. I began finding my way towards the train terminals. While getting closer, memories of these terminals flashed through my head. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been on a train and at a train terminal. I also had all these thoughts of happy reunions and all the sad goodbyes that this terminal must have seen. When I finally reached the terminal, it felt like being thrown back a few decades when trains still ruled. It’s difficult to describe, but it just felt like everything should be in black and white at that moment.

Well, enough of that.

The train came in a bit late as usual. There was steam coming from the breaks as the heat from the friction met with the cold air. As the massive black engine slowed to a stop, people began to exit the train. A sea
of people came flowing towards me. Most of the riders moved quickly with their heads busily looking at the floor. A few looked up briefly to avoid running into me. Other than that, the sea of black and gray coats flowed all around me.

This part is more interesting than I’ve described and I wish there was a picture for this moment. During this scene, I was wearing a nice black/dark blue suite with a black trench coat. The big noticeable difference from everyone else around me was that I had flaming bright orange hair. Think Hi-C or Sunny D orange. Now make it 3 times brighter. That’s my hair color. In this sea of black and gray, I stood there bright and proud.

The sea of people turned into a few last stragglers. I looked and looked in the sea, but she wasn't in the group. So now I was getting a bit concerned. This was before the days of cell phones, so calling wasn’t really an option. How people met up for things back then is beyond me.

After most of the people have gone from the train, I see a girl exiting the train. I haven’t seen her in months, and before that, years. The girl that exited the train I didn't see the face under the hood, but I knew it was her. Sometimes you just know.

She looked up and saw me standing there waving like an excited Pup. She smile widely and began walking towards me. It was only a short distance but it seemed to have taken forever. I wanted to run towards her and lift her in the air, but that would’ve just been strange. Anyway, when we finally got to each other, we gave each other a nice big hug before we said a word. You know that hug. The kind that that warms you down to your bones.

She was very surprised at my hair. She thought the look was simply fabulous. A nice suit and orange hair. Not a look you see everyday. She was not shabby herself. Nope, not shabby at all. At first glance, she was covered by a bulky blue jacket with a hood. She opened her jacket to show an elegant but cute black cocktail dress. Playful, yet very tastefully done.

We talked a bit and started walking out the building to begin our plans for the night.

To be continued...

I’m never bored…. Cause I’m never boring.

That’s a statement that’s stuck with me for a while now… I’ve tried to make that true as an important part of who I am. If there is one thing that almost dying will show you, it’s that there’s really no time to waste. Don’t ever be bored. There’s just no excuse for it.

So for the first time in 4 weeks, I’m at home for the weekend. I sure do miss my nice apt.
It was also getting a bit messy from clothes, dishes, and crap being everywhere. So I cleaned everything and made the apt. smell really good. Mmmm.. good smelly apt.

The Apartment is happy now.

With all the fun things that I got for my birthday, I didn’t know where to begin. I could rip some people’s head and body parts off, sing some songs, dance dance, or play some awesome old 80s arcade games.

So the first thing I decided to do what to listen to a new CD that I got from my Bro. This new CD from Paul Van Dyk came with a DVD as an added bonus. The DVD was basically one huge long video for the CD. Mostly scenes from clubs and raves from around the world.

Damn, I was excited. I don’t usually have the attention span for videos and things like that, but this was mesmerizing. To see this world of clubbers and ravers from around the world, a scene that I’m still obsessed with and can’t seem to let go.

At points in the movie, I was just dancing in my apt. with the music blaring. I had my big dancey pants on anyway (cause it’s comfy), and so with the scenes from the DVD, I felt I was there dancing along side everywhere. Isn’t having a dissociative personality a great thing? I’m glad no one lives under me.

I worked on some dance moves. I ready for a dance off from any of you. Bring it. Just be ready to be served.

I watched the whole thing through. By the time I finished the DVD though, a nagging voice kept reminding me something. This kinda sucked as I think how old I am now.

I’m almost to the point of being that guy. You know that guy. The guy’s just a bit too old to be in certain places. A guy that’s perfectly harmless, but just a bit creepy. Yea, him. I’m going to be that guy soon.

Oh.. say it isn’t so.

Well, the day was going too well for that to ruin things. My other psyches ganged up on Mr. negativity there, beat the crap out of him, tied him up, and threw him in a closet. Now we’re back in business.

Well, shout out to my apartment! You're fun and good smelly and I can run around naked and you don't care. Hanging out with you kicks so much ass. Yay Apt.!

I'm not here on weekends a lot. I'm just giving some props. I hope everyone else's place is this much fun too.

There were loads of other fun stuff that I did on Saturday, but it’s boring to read, so I’ll save you the trouble. To cap off the saturday, I had a nice dinner involving meats on a stick and a crap load of drinking with some friends. By the way, you can NEVER go wrong with a meat on a stick (ok, it’s set up, someone knock it down).

Next weekend is KO’s bachelor party, or as it’s been named, KO’s last wild ride. Not that he’s had wild rides before, or will again after he gets married. It’s just that I really like Mr. Toad’s wild ride. Anyway, we’ll try to giv’em something to remember :)

A friend of mine had thrown a Halloween party that had over 100 people attending a couple of weeks ago. He had wanted me to DJ the event, but I had already gotten tickets for NYC, so no go on that one. I was pretty bummed about that (but not about hanging with the LiAps and the potential Anne)

BUT. My friend proposed the idea of throwing a big New Years Eve party that I’ll DJ at if it happens. I’m very very excited!!

(Yay Yay happy dance)

Oh please please please let it happen!!

I really hope it works out. Oh.. to be back behind the tables again. I got so excited I did a hour set today.

Hope everyone had a Mackatastic weekend!!

Monday. Bleh..

Friday Sad.


So I just thought to write a few words. My thought is, wouldn't it be nice to have someone to hold close to you in the cold? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to hold? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone? Wouldn't it be nice? Enjoy.

The song bird sings no more
As he dives to his death
While twilight fades to dusk…
Without you I’m lost in dreams.

Time was a newborn babe
Ever precious, ever young….
Innocence dies in shame--
The memory never fades.

Autumn ends cold and alone
And hollow eyes lost in the sun
See none but regrets long gone…
But time is time and time again.

Peek-a-Booo!!

This is what I use to watch you ladies at night

Another Year Bites the Dust..

Biting the dust. What does that even mean? Are you one of those micro-organic dust particles that can do that? When you say someone bit the dust are you calling them extremely small? I don’t understand.

Anyway.

So another year of my life has gone by. Like those annual reviews you get at work, I always take some time out on my birthday to evaluate how the year went and where we need to be in a few years and make the plans and goals for next year.

This sounds extremely boring and neurotic, but it’s not (well it is, but not). It’s very fun to listen to being that there are all these voices in my head. Like a mini-congress. All with their own agendas.

I like to think it works similarly to the British Parliament. If you are unfamiliar, I recommend you watch some CSPAN-2. It is most excellent.

So here’s a taste:
Academic Nerdy Pup: Madam chairperson, it has come to our attention that after finishing the dissertation last year, we have done nothing in terms of research or even reading. Hell, we haven’t read a book without pictures in a while. We demand a return to more academic pursuits!!

Activities Pup: Might Madam chairperson please remind the memory challenge academic pup that we have spent the last several years doing nothing but this academic crap. It’s fun time people. I propose trips! Ibiza, Costa Rica, OZ, or Japan! We need to increase our worldliness.

Budget Pup: Madam. We’re so broke we’re not turning on heat this winter. All bodily functions have been notified. I propose we go back to stealing stuff. That really cuts down on our expenses.

Lazy Pup: That takes WAY too much effort. Let’s just stop eating. That’ll save money.

Artistic Pup: Madam Chairperson. I would like to point out that we have failed to fund the arts in quite a while. I think the last thing we did creatively was 2 years ago in the form of mashed potatoes.

Professional Pup: Art doesn’t pay the bills Madam Chairperson. We need to work harder and move on to higher bigger more money positions! BTW, there’s some nice money making schemes that R&D is doing that we should explore.

Ghetto Pup: Yo, why don’t we buy 40 ozs more often? They’re cheaper and they're cool.

Budget Pup: It’s not cheaper!

Professional Pup: Madam chairperson. Why is he even here?

Ghetto Pup: Bitch, I’ll cut you.

Anarchist Pup: Screw this. Let’s go blow stuff up.

Academic Pup: Really. Madam chairperson, we need to pursue more research and academic topics to avoid people like this from taking over.

DJ Pup: Hey, I’m with you on what pays the bill. Let’s get back to DJing. It’s artistic and it pays the bill.

Academic Pup: Madam Chairperson. We have a seriously high degree, I don’t think spinning our little records are the best use of our abilities.

Ghetto Pup: So what? I ain’t got no degree. I can still kick yo ass.
How you like them apples?

Academic Pup: Technically you do since you’re us.

Ghetto Pup: Ain't never gotten no ass with yo degree.

Id Pup: True. Got no where last year Madam Chairperson. Our group is very disappointed in our accomplishments in this area.

Alcoholic Pup: Who needs a drink? I could use a drink.

This is funnier in real time and in my head.

This goes on for hours and hours. There is a set of goals and plans that gets worked out in the end so that’s good.

Here's to hoping we make the goals this year!

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Once again, you people never seem to amaze me.
I swear I'll have non-political stuff tomorrow.

"For a year, Julee Lacey stopped in a CVS pharmacy near her home in a Fort Worth suburb to get refills of her birth-control pills. Then one day last March, the pharmacist refused to fill Lacey's prescription because she did not believe in birth control."

Druggists refuse to give out pill
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Wow! Amazing!

Amazing that you can be that big of a bigot and not able to see it. I know this story is just from Texas, but I know it's happening all over the country. How much further can they go? They just seem to keep amazing me with how bad they want things to be.

How can you stand to let your children learn this type of prejudice and hate in school? Will we teach the Bell Curve in schools next (it's a flawed research about how certain races are just more intelligent than others)? How about those suggested readings from Focus on the Family? How about if we teach kids that only African-Americans can be good at sports because they're more physically suited? I like to hear you tell your kids that. No? Well, don't tell them this crap either.

A quote from the article:

Terri Leo, a Republican board member from Spring, also asked publishers to include language in the books' teacher editions saying that gays and lesbians "are more prone to self-destructive behaviors like depression, illegal drug use and suicide."
"Neutrality — the word 'partners' — when you use neutrality, the very purpose of using that language is to be inclusive of homosexuality," Leo said.

The entire article found here:

Sure there were parents who were outraged over this, but their voice won't have that much weight compare to those who makes the decision. Those who makes the decision also controls the money. And sadly, the world revolves around money. Money is the ultimate control (whether it be for good or bad).

It is unfortunate, but the book publishers will more than likely bow to these insane demands for the fear of losing a multi-million dollar book deal. Because if they don't, someone else will (yay capitalism!). And you know, even if we don't agree, we've gotta make those numbers so we can get a nice big bonus.

Screw those terrorists. They can't hold a candle to Texas Republicans when it comes to hate.


I know I said I was gonna stop for a bit, but I can't. I have a problem.

Don’t call it a come back....

I know it’s about damn time I had a new post up. Of course, thanks to the other useless people who have posting rights on this page (yea you), I have to do all these postings. Not that I mind, it’s just been busy that’s all.

Like a lot of the other bloggers, I’m going to stop political stuff for a while as well. It’s just too damn sad and upsetting.

So now, this leaves more time for discussions about what’s in my head. Hmmm.. let’s see. Monkeys!! Screaming loud poop throwing monkeys are always in my head. Evil monkeys.
Not worth posting. Hmmm... something else...

I was in ATL this weekend for a friend’s wedding. It was so very nice. The pre-wedding drinking was nice. The 15 min. ceremony was very nice. The reception drinking was very fun and nice. The after party drinking was also awesome. Props to Ko for hooking up liquor after hours!

Got to meet some interesting people this weekend. Many of them are acquaintances from this same group of friends that all went to high school together that I met during college.

Of interest:
One girl at the wedding that looked EXACTLY like Liz Phair. I told her, but she didn’t know who Liz Phair was?!? Argh! I couldn’t really talk to her anymore after that. So I just stared at her from a distance (In case you didn’t know, I really like Liz).

Met an ex of the groom. For a whole decade, that’s right, decade, the 2 of us has managed to miss each other at every event that we should have seen each other in. Whether it was her or me that had to cancel at the last moment or something would come up, we never got to meet each other. Not that it was important that we meet or anything, it’s just that after a few years, it got kinda ridiculous. So the question of her even existing began a few years back. I started not believing that she actually existed. So naturally, everyone played along to my paranoia that this was all a hoax. So I finally met her at the wedding. I would love to tell you that there was a good story when we finally met, but it was very very anti-climatic.

I’m a big fan of a friend of theirs that live in the west coast. Think I may need to visit when I go out there next time.

Thanks to everyone for their birthday wishes last week!! You guys are great! For some reason, the last three birthdays have been really been slow and tame. Boo. Oh well, there’s always next year.

More posts to follow.. promise.

God Damn Fucking Fucks.
What the Hell have you people done?!?

Are you all really that gullible and simple minded? Are you all so blind you can’t look past what’s three seconds ahead of you?!? Damn it!!!!!!!!!

Fuckady Fucking Fucks. Fuck.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck..... Argh.... Fuck!!!!

25 million fucking Evangelical Christians. How many fucking times must you mess with my life?!? Or for that matter, everyone else’s? Fuck you!!!! I mean it. You blind simple little pathetic pieces of shit. Fuck you!!!

So all 11 states approved a ban on Gay marriage??? Fuck you 11 states. Fuck you, you fucking fucktard fucks. What the fuck is wrong with your nosy ass self-righteous piece of shit self? Stay the fuck away from other people trying to be happy. IT DOES NOT FUCKING CONCERN YOU!!!!! Fuck off you fucks.

Thanks for all those who voted AssHat.

Thanks for showing the world that we approve of violence as the only solution to our problems.

Thanks for letting me know that you don’t give a fuck about anything but yourselves or care about anything that you can’t either make money from, eat, or fuck.

Thanks for turning back any type of social, scientific, or philosophical progress that we may have made in the last 50 years.

Thanks for making us just like those fucking terrorist. You know, those people that wants a country based on religious faith. Great job. Now they can move here and be happy. Or better yet, we could now take Iraq's place in the axis of evil.

Thanks for letting the fucking terrorists win. They did their job. They’ve instilled enough terror in all of you to blind yourselves so that you will perpetuate this war and play into their hands of spreading terror. Yay evil! Once again coming through in the disguise of being the “righteous”.

Thanks for letting the deaths of all the people in the last few years mean absolutely NOTHING.
And NO, that fucking stupid little yellow ribbon doesn't mean anything except that you spent $4 on some plastic piece of shit to stick on your car.

Thanks for letting the wealth gap continue to spread bigger and bigger. I hope you’re all white males. If not, I sur hope it fucks you in the ass with a spiky rusty pole.

Thanks for letting rich people get richer. Who couldn’t use another billion or so?

Fighting evil?! What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t a game. You don’t just find a boss at the end of the board and you kill it and then it’s all ok. There is no last guy. There is no winning a fight against evil. How fucking stupid are you? There is no good vs. evil. Get over this fucking dumb ass religious belief of good and evil. One can’t exist without the other. Get a fucking clue.

Fuck this fucking shit. What the fucking damn piece of shit thing do you have going in your fucking heads? All you little scared dumb pieces of shit. Not even half ass rational enough to know what the hell is really going on.

Damn it!!! Damn it all to hell.

Fuck you. Fuck you you fucking fuckass fucks.

FUCK.

**Updated**

Go and watch this video by Eminem if you have time. Even if you don't like E's other things, watch this video. It's very good. Very Errie too.

Eminem - Mosh

I’m sure I don’t have to tell anyone reading this, but

VOTE!!

Damn it man, Vote!

Don’t give me this you’re too busy. There is NOTHING more important going on today. Don’t give me that it doesn’t matter cause you live in a predominately blue or red state. Quit letting other people put words in your mouth or just following others.

VOTE!!

On a funny note, there was a position for district attorney or something that had a guy (R) running unopposed. Pup has been written in to oppose this man. I hope that shows up in the poll counts later tonight.

Pup 08’

Now, for something completely different.

300 children bitten by 'blood sucking' monkeys at famous Indian temple
How could you NOT click and read that article?

Ok, so who’s up for election drinking tonight? Either way, I’m gonna need a lot of drinks.

Yoda has blessed my calculator!

And here is my song of praise.

Ode to thee, TI-89

I am a big man, Yes I am
And I got a big calculator
Got me a big ol' graph pad
And I'm gonna have some fun!

Held in my left palm
I'm crunching numbers
Maybe I'll plot a little Bessel Function, ya know
Just for the fuck of it.

I can differentiate you if I want
And raise the powers
I'm writing assembly code
To play Super Mario
I've got an 8 bit processor
To rule the WORLD!!!!!
Me and my FUCKING CALCULATOR...

Nothing can stop me now!

movem.1 %d3-%d7/%a2-%a6,-(%sp)
I'm gonna plot all over you!
movem.1 (%sp)+,%d3-%d7/%a2-%a6
I'm gonna plot all over you!

Me and my FUCKING CALCULATOR


I'm never gonna score :(

Monday Quicky

Hello, I’m back. A total of only 6 hours of time was wasted with sleep between waking up on Friday till passing out tired on the plane ride on the way home Sunday night.

Much fun was had by all (I hope). If you were one of the lucky winners that got a crazy call at 4 or 5am on Sunday morning… Yay for you!

You lucky winner you. Well, not so much lucky I guess.

Yes, I call people at random times. So, what's your number?

I’ll post stories from the trip later. Mucho busy.


On a unrelated note:

Something perhaps a bit heavy for a Monday, but wanted to share a nice article I found this morning concerning the hypocrisy and total flawed thinking of the majority of Christians today. This from a Christian's point of view.

No Longer a Christian

New York Minute

No.... staring Pup, not these two. (That gave me an idea for a costume.. Hmmm.. are you in LiAps? I think we can pull it off.)

Just wanted to say quick hello as I get ready to catch a plane to New York City. Party in NYC for Halloween!! YAY, YAY!!

Ladies, I will take plenty of pics of LiAPs for your enjoyment.

Any requested pose(s)?

Have a Spook-tacular Halloween weekend!!!

Get scary hammered this weekend!

Be safe!

No random candies! Randoms are ok though

Work.. huh.. What is it good for?


Global thermal nuclear war.... would you like to play checkers instead? (no) Global thermal nuclear war.... oops... Ahead of its time I tell ya.

Way busy over there, so no time to rant, and I've got some doozies. The old box is collecting a bit of dust. Hmmm.. can’t have that now can we? Time to get up on it.

I really should rant a bit more about this election being that there's less than a week left before all hell breaks loose. Not that I think any one who reads this needs to be convinced of anything. I’m pretty sure you are all solid in who you will be voting for. Please remember to vote.

I may do one more closing statement before the election.

Instead, I will leave you with this. (even though I haven’t really had time to get really psyched up for this year :( )

Top 10 Reasons Halloween Can be Better Than Sex

10. You're guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.

9. If you get tired, wait 10 minutes and go at it again.

8. The uglier you look, the easier it is to get some.

7. You don't have to compliment the person who gave you candy.

6. The person giving you candy doesn't fantasize you're someone else.

5. If you get a stomach ache, it won't last 9 months.

4. If you wear your Batman mask, no one thinks you're kinky.

3. It doesn't matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.

2. You'll feel less guilt the next morning.

1. If you don't get what you want, you can always go next door!!

Ok, Smart people, Guess what this is.

This piece of early American history was found in the Henry Ford Museum when I was getting my culture on this weekend in Michigan. I looked for the little marker to explain what this piece of history was all about, but there was nothing.

Feel free to make up a story.

Here's the weiner in all it's glory

Damn... this is smooth..

Who can guess what this is?

Pup Origins - A Rainy Night in New Orleans
Part IV

If you ask me what the happiest time of my life is, I wouldn’t need time to think about it, and I wouldn’t hesitate. Like the Red Sox, I try year after year to build a set of experiences that would stand against the happy memories of my past, and like the Sox has done so many times before, I would fail with painful disappointment. I’m very glad to see that the Red Sox won last night.

The happiest time of my life was in the 5th grade. The 5th grade was a most wonderful time. I was living in Southern California, in a suburb near Orange County. Life was simple and nice as it should be. In this town, no one locked their doors, children’s laughter could be heard throughout the streets, and large block parties were common as everyone knew each other.

In the 5th grade, I did not know of politics, the evils of money grubbing bastards, the continual deterioration of our planet, or the horrors that happens on this planet everyday. I was an innocent kid, and rightly so. No one should learn those things till later. Childhood is about being a child. This is an innocent time where there shouldn’t be a care in their world, friends and fun should be the only agenda a child should have.

I was fortunate enough to have that. I was one of the lucky ones.

What made the year special was during the 5th grade, there were a small group of us that were together. Andy, Brian, me, along with the gals, Brook, Liz, and Kirsten (‘friends’ is SO 5th grade). It’s strange looking at kids today, or even those back then that were so afraid of each other. Maybe it’s California, maybe it was the group of kids, but being with each other was fun and that’s what mattered. We didn’t care about boys or girls, it was just friends.

Unlike the hypersexual children of today, things were innocent back then. Hands were held every now and then at the skate rink, but that was it, and even then, there was much taunting from all. It was fun, and that was all.

Towards the end of summer after the 5th grade, a week before the triumphant 6th grade was going to start, another day was spent riding the bicycle around town, playing in the fields, and another exciting game of Nintendo baseball (the original), I rode home in the late afternoon. I rode in the garage and into the house as I’ve done times and times before. Something was different this time.

Everything was in boxes, the house was a mess, and it looked like we’re moving. What’s going on I asked my mum. Why aren’t you packed? You’ve been too busy out there running around, so we started packing without you she said. All your stuff’s packed. What?!? Packing? Where’re we going? My terrify voice was on the verge of breaking.

According to the family, we’ve discussed this, and I had knew about this for months now. Where I was I have no idea. Why didn’t I remember this? How did I not know? Was I repressing it (not that I knew what that meant)? I asked my mum when we were leaving, she said the first thing in the morning. My dad is taking the kids first, and she’ll come with the rest of the stuff in a few weeks.

My mind and body went into shock. Panic, fear, and anger all crept into me for the first time. No one knew. None of my friends. I didn’t tell anyone cause I didn’t know. I was leaving first thing in the morning to a strange place forever. Oh my God no.

I ran out of the house and grabbed my bike. My vision a bit blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. I rode as fast as I could to all my friend’s house. I knew they weren’t home. Some were on vacation, and some were leaving for dinner in the city when I left them earlier. I tried though, and I pounded my little fist at each of their doors. No one would answer.

I rode to Brook’s house. It was the furthest out from mine. Up on a hill in a nice subdivision, the house sat in front of the park that I had spent so much of my happy times. After coming from the park, we would all stop at her house, to get refreshments from her mom who couldn’t be nicer and more hip (she drove a Porsche).

It was no secret, my first crush was Brook. During a slow song at the skate rink, it was her whose hand I most wanted to hold. She was smart, energetic, and cute. She had short dark blond hair, freckles around her cheeks, and always one or two cuts on her face. She was adventurous and wasn’t scared to be a bit rough (hence the cuts). I was too young to understand anything else, but I knew I was happy when I was with her. I knew she was something else. Nothing like those others.

I reached her house, and I knew she would not be home. I knew before I left my house. She was on a month long vacation and would not be back until the 2nd day of class. I stood in front of her house on my bike, not knowing what to do. She didn’t know I wouldn’t be here when she came back. I would disappear without explanation, without warning. I didn’t want that for my friends, and I didn’t want to do that to them.

There was nothing I could do as I slowly rode home. When I got home, the house was still busy with the family packing. I tried unpacking things in a feeble attempt to stay, but that didn’t work out so well. Looking around I saw a phone book. I had a bright idea. I would take this with me and call them in a week so they know. I was happy with my plan. Hope, for a moment, was with me.

The next morning, we began our move to Georgia. All I could think about was that phone book. I had to call them. I had to let them know. After a 3 day journey, we reached our destination in Georgia. Within the week, I was able to find the phone book, and I would start calling. I looked up the names of my friends and started calling. Each time getting a wrong number, or a no one home. It was only years and years later that I realized the phone book wouldn’t have their names, but their parents (I was like 10, give me a break).

So I lost them. I lost my friends. So sudden and unexpected. Even worst, I lost Brook. I didn’t get a chance to say anything to her before I left. I didn’t get to say that I liked her. That I thought she was the best girl I’ve ever met (I was in the 6th grade, so it was actually true), and never change.

I was surprised when she turned around. She looked good. Really good. I froze as I waited to hear what would come out of her mouth. The nanoseconds of waiting felt like hours and it was killing me!

Oh, my name is Brook.

I just stood there and I waved as she turned around and started walking. Bye Brook was I could mutter out loud. I turned and started walking towards the hotel. My mind was a mess, so many thoughts were firing off, so much had happened that night and it was all jumbling my brain. I walked a while, several blocks later, and then it kicked in. It took it’s time, but it kicked in.

OH MY GOD!! It’s Brook! It’s Brook!!!!! Her name was Brook!! She said her name was Brook!! Oh Shit!

Logically, my brain would know that there is more than one girl named Brook. Logically I would know this is not the same girl I left in California. I didn’t care, nothing about tonight was logical. I turned and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran till my breath and legs gave out. She had pointed to a direction, but she never said which hotel. I was standing in the middle of the city, tired, confused, and just numb.

I walked back to the hotel. Slowly through the night I paced. One foot after another. I didn’t know what to think. I think my mind had shut down in order to prevent an overload. I was barely functioning now. If someone saw me, they would say there’s a zombie. I moved slowly and breathed even slower.

Sure, I could explain it away as coincidence. Sure I could explain it as my imagination running wild. All that would be logical. But logical doesn’t live here. Logic has no power here. My mind is not logical. There’s only one thought that repeats itself here.

Oh, my name is Brook

I got to spend an incredible night with her. It was all that I wanted. To see and be with her again. Even if it wasn't her. That didn't matter. My mind can make it her. I can pretend. Part of me is happy with that. Very Happy.

Still. The other part can only think. I lost her again.



The End

Its Getting Colder


...And what does T like about the cold? Being ghetto-er!!! The winter season is the time when I can wear my wardrobe all at once and not look out of place. Well not too much out of place if I stick to the streets.

Yesterday I broke out the skull cap. It weren't even that cold, but I gotta wear it to break it in. Anyway I wore it to the office and left it on while I was working. The secretary came by and asked if I was cold. I hadn't thought about it until she asked, but I said, "Hell yeah, I'm cold!" Then I went into a rant about how the A/C works fine during the cold months but always needs repair work all summer long. Realizing her snide remark toward my thug-life appearance, I removed the skully after she left. Oh, a skully automatically makes you a thug, especially if you're black and wear your pants around your knees.

I'm fashionable ghetto. I don't know if that makes any sense, but here's how I explain it. I shop at Express for a nice pair of cargo pants, then I hop over to the gap for an extra large flannel shirt and a gap tee-shirt. Then I go to Old Navy and find a nice zip up hoody and pull-over sweat shirt. Then I'm set. The colors are usually gray, brown, faded blue, faded green, sad. In my mind it all matches and I must wear it all. And I do. Not only do I wear all of this, but I still have the other outfits from last season and the season before last. After I shed two layers I still look homeless. There are no FUBU or Starter or whatever labels on my clothes. Instead my outfits look as if they're two generations old. I strut a true bountified ghetto image...in Hotlanta!!!

I dress this way all year round now that I think of it. But its a special treat to my character during the winter. Damn, don't you know how easy it is to pocket shit when every item of clothing you're wearing has deep pockets? Four cans of chicken soup and a box of saltine crackers fit mighty easily in a pair of jeans 20 sizes too big and a beat up US Navy trench coat. And while you're at, grab you a forty for the after party!

Pup Origins - A Rainy Night in New Orleans
Part III

Looking up at the moon and stars is an interesting thing if you let it. Let go of those mental schemas that governs your mind. Those rules and boundaries that we have set up in our day to day life to make things run easier, let go. Stare up at those infinite stars and let yourself wonder and imagine. Expand your mind with what ifs, what could be-s, and things that are greater than ourselves. You'll thank me, I promise.

A loud wet slap could be heard in the night air as she wacked the back of my shoulders with her hand. The combination of her open palm on my wet shirt created a crackling slap sound. What the hell? I turned to check if she had been bitten by the crazy bug. Again, I couldn’t tell you details. All I can remember of when I turned around is a blurry image of a moonlit girl with wet hair all around her face, and a smile.

You’re it! She hollered as she turned and started running. Oh no you didn't.

We chased each other through the park and running around in circles like little children. I’m pretty silly and childish for the most part, but this was different. This wasn’t just acting or pretending to be childish. I can’t explain it to you without sounding ridiculous, but for that brief period, it seemed that time had stopped, and I was sent back to a time when I truly happy. Happy by my innocence with not a worry on my mind. The decision of BBQ or Nacho flavored corn nuts and the afternoon game of dodge ball were the biggest stressors of the day. This was a time when I was very happy.

The shower from above still lingered as we ran around the park. There wasn’t a puddle safe from our stomps and jumps. Fun was had and the laughter was real, and nothing else seemed to matter. The space in this park was all that mattered, to me, this was the world, and right now this is the only place I want to be.

Eventually we grew tired and went back to sit on the bench under the tree. She was witty and fast with her comments during our conversations. Pulling references from random topics and things. I couldn’t help but lingered on her every word. Trying to come back with a witty comments (didn't do too well there). I couldn’t put my fingers on it, but something about her seems so familiar.

The rain began to slow and we started our walk back to the Quarters. I never thought there could be so much to talk about with a stranger, but there I was, talking away. This conversation had a slightly different feel. I knew the end was coming, time was running out. It was pretty late in the night by now, and with the rain, not many people were in the streets so the stores had began to close up. We decided it was time for us to go too.

We walked to the edge of the French Quarters by the main roads. Our hotels were at opposite directions from here. I don’t think either of us knew what to do or say. For the first time tonight, we were speechless. We just looked at each other, my heart beating ever so hard it was hurting my chest. I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest and bounce around on the street.

I had a really nice time tonight….. Thanks so much for buying me this flower. She smiled as she looked up at me. Even through all the rain and running, the flower stayed steady in her hair. I struggled as I mumble out the words.. Me too. I can’t describe what happened tonight, or how this all happened, but it was wonderful, and you're wonderful. I’ll remember this. I stared at her smile as I said this. A smile that never faded, not even for a second, as we said our good byes.

Something hit me all of a sudden as we were standing there for the last time. I don’t think I know her name. I tried and tried to think if I had forgotten. I forget names a lot as I’m terrible with names, but I don’t think I would've forget her name. Maybe she told me her name earlier and I had forgotten. Damn it, real smooth Pupperu. No, I don’t think so. I don’t think we ever exchanged names.

By the way, my name is Pup. She extends and shakes my hands jokingly. Nice to meet you again Pup she said. Again? Hmm.. that’s weird. It was late and I was tired, I wrote it off as just hearing things or maybe meeting me formally this time. She caught me slightly off guard with a hug, her head on my chest. I quickly returned her embrace. I put my face on the top of her head and smelled this wonderful girl. This strange but familar girl. I’m sure it was only seconds, but I wanted it to last forever. I didn’t want to let go…

Eventually, our hold on each other relaxed, and we were just holding each other in each other’s arms. Still wet and damp, our clothes stuck together and meshed as one. Once again, my heart was beating out of control. Surly she must have felt it being so close to me. I looked at her for a second more and we lean in as our lips touch.

Her soft wet lips are indescribable. I won’t even try. It’s a kiss that you could die right after, and you would be perfectly content. In reality, it probably wasn’t that much more than a long peck. We looked at each other again and she said that she’s gotta get going, it’s really getting late now. I never want to let her go, I wanted to keep her here in my arms for as long as I can, but I knew it had to stop sometime.

I kiss her on the forehead as I release my hold on her. She turned and started walking the other way. I just stood there. I didn’t know what to do. I was just standing there a bit numb. Still trying to comprehend what had happened, and whatI should be doing now.

I watched as she walked down the street. After a few feet down the street, she suddenly turned around…..


To be continued….