Today, Lance came by to drop off some Simpsons toys that he and his
wife no longer wanted. I like Lance, he is a good guy. The thing that
drives me nuts about him is that he is so bitter. So pissed off. I
mean, the dude hates everything. I just don’t get it. I don’t see him
all that often, once every few months. But, he takes issue with just
about everything that is fun. I know he tries to
be……..er……….different. He doesn’t like to like the popular
things. Nothing wrong with that. But, he just seems to really be so
bitter towards things. I hope he loosens up some and allows himself to
have a good time. He has always been like this to an extent. Its just
that back in the day (I have known him since high school) he used to be
fun to be around. Its not to say he isn’t fun now, but he
just………he thinks everything sucks. Still, I like him. He is a
good guy and very loyal.

Tomorrow, Ryne Sandberg goes into the Hall of Fame. This is so cool.
When I first started watching baseball, my favorite player was Larry
Bowa. After he was let go by the Cubs, I liked Ryne Sandberg, that was,
until Andre Dawson came to town. Its great to see a player I liked a
grew up rooting for, getting into the hall. I was watching these
specials today and they were showing old Sandberg highlights and it
really brought back a lot of memories. Its all so nostalgistc (spelling
please), being able to look back on his career. Of course, being a Cubs
fan, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot of winning or good times back
then. But, its still cool to see him get in. I loved watching him play.
I just wish I hadn’t embarrassed myself when I met him.

I don’t know if any of you have heard about this, but 2 teenagers in
Iran were publicly executed for being gay. I’m so troubled by this. It
really makes me appreciate America, for being more free than Iran.
Sure, I can complain a lot about America’s attitudes towards gays and
gays not having rights, but for once, I want to just appreciate America
for being more open towards gays then, say, Iran. Although we still
have a long way to go, its good to know that people in America can’t be
legally killed for being gay. On the other hand, I can’t  help but
think of those 2 poor kids in Iran. Its not their fault. I hope if
there is an afterlife that they are living in peace. It is very
disturbing that there are still countries and societies in the world
that HATE gays soooooo much, that they will execute gay teens. Its also
frustrating that there is not a damn thing that we can do about it. Its
sad, the levels of hate that certain people have for other groups of
people, such as the hate  some Muslims and  Jews have for
each other, the hate some whites have for blacks, and the hate
everybody has for gays. If there is one group of people that unites
Christians, Jews, Muslims, blacks, whites and racists, its gays. They
all hate gays. They don’t seem to understand or want to understand that
we don’t have a choice in being gay, just like they don’t have a choice
in being straight. Yet, they unite on the anti-gay front. If if weren’t
for the Jews, gays would be the most hated group of people on the
planet. And to be honest, its pretty close, you can even make a good
argument that we are more hated then Jews. I understand the hate. Most
of it is fear. Fear of the unknown. A lot of it is religon. Their
religons tell them that being gay is wrong, so they interpret that as
“God hates gays” and “gays are going to hell” and “there is no bigger
sin than being gay.” Just when I think we might be making some progress
in this world, something like this (the teens in Iran) happens to
remind me of how far we have to go. Or, you get evil Republicans trying
to take away gay rights, such as the anti-gay discrimination laws, you
know, because we deserve to be discriminated against. Because, they
have the right to judge us and tell us how we should be living our
lives. Shit, convicts have more rights then us. They can at least get
married. Although, I do believe we have come a long way, we are
teetering on losing it all, and taking many steps backwards. Over the
course of the next year, there is a very good chance that there will be
2 more Christian conservatives appointed to the Supreme Court. This
very well could affect things more than we could ever imagine. And with
the Christian right becoming more and more powerful, all that we have
gained over the last 20 years could not only all go away, but regress
to the point that its even worse then before. And for what? Because
they can’t accept us.

I have been going to this halfway dive in Bolingbrook for about 7 years
now every Thursday night and have seen some strange people there. Last
night, however, takes the cake.

It was about 1 in the AM and we were playing darts. The bar was nearly
empty, sans us and about 5 people at the bar. I’m standing at a table
with my back to the dartboard when out of nowhere, this cute dude who
looked about 25 walks up to us. He just walked right in and didn’t stop
but came up to us. I started to check him out and he gave me this
weird, creepy smile, with a blank stare on his face. You know the
smile, the same smile an assassin gives right before he shoots you.
This sorta creeped me out. As I was checking him out, I saw on his arm
that it looked like he either had some burn scars or a tattoo, but I
wasn’t able to tell as most of his body was obstructed by the table. He
didn’t say anything and stumbled up to the dart board. He wobbled there
for a second, which is when I got a good look at him: it wasn’t scars
or a tattoo on his arm, but instead, mud. In fact, he was covered in
mud. Mud all over his pants and shoes. On some of his shirt. On his
arms, but none on his face. It was like he had just buried somebody.
Shit, we haven’t had much rain, so I don’t know where the mud would
come from. It almost reminded me of that scene from Kill Bill Vol.2 in
which Uma Thurman walked into the diner covered in mud.

After a few seconds at the dartboard, he walked up to Keith who was
standing at another table. He just sorta stared at him and didn’t say
anything. At this point, he had not spoken since he walked in. The
bartender then called him up to the bar. She and a couple of the other
patrons started talking to him. I walked up and asked her if she knew
why he was covered in mud. She said that she didn’t know, but had
called the cops. The guy was talking out of his ass. Now, I have seen
drunk people before, but this dude was in no way your garden vareity
drunk. In fact, I don’t even think he was drunk. He talked a little bit
of baseball with the guys at the bar. He said he was from California.
The bartender then asked him what happened to him and he replied “I’m
not exactly much of a Sox fan.”

Finally, the cops showed up. They started asking him some questions. He
said that he had been at the bar all night. They asked him where he
lived and he said Oak Park. We were in Bolingbrook and Oak Park is
about 40 minutes NE. They asked him how he got there and he couldn’t
say. They asked him if he knew where he was and he said “Downers Grove.
No, wait, Warrenville. Its either Downers Grove or Warrenville.” Both
towns are about 20 minutes northwest of Bolingbrook. One of the cops
said “So, you think I’m a Downers Grove police officer?” And he replied
“Well, yeah.” As far as I know he didn’t even had an ID on him. They
asked him to step outside.

We left about 2ish, and the cops were still outside with him, except
now, there was 5 fucking squad cars there. 5! Do they really need 5
cars for one crazy vagrant? What the hell is this, Reno 911? On my way
to the car, I could here him saying that he was telling them the truth
and he wasn’t a liar. I got in my car and left, but since then, I have
been wondering what the hell happened to him. Why was he covered in
mud? Was he drunk, strung out, or did he have some sort of head injury.
And the frustrating part is that I may never know.

Tonight, we went to Mark and Amy’s for dinner. At this point, they are
on baby watch. She is due August 2, my prediction is that the baby will
be born on Aug 5. Anywho, we had dinner and played some beanbags. The
first game, it was myself and Amy against Mark and John. They scored
the first 2 points. We scored the next 21! Next, Mark and I played one
on one for 2 or 3 games. I whipped him. He scored 2 points in one of
the games and I think 7 in the other. I might actually be better then
him. After dinner, we played 2 more games and although I lost the first
one 20-15, I beat him in the 2nd one 21-2. After years and years of
losing to him in every sport, I have finally found one in which I can
beat him, and you know what, it feels damn good!

All right, if anybody knows the anwers to any of these questions in
this post, please let me know, as I have thought about these questions
often. In fact, they keep me up at night. Actually keep me up at night!
No, wait, its probably the caffeine.

You know, since I deal with people calling up all day long asking about
billing statements they get, it got me thinking about shit. Why is a a
bill called a bill? Where did they (whoever they is………there
should be some sort of investigation into who they is. Everybody knows
they, but nobody knows who they is) come up with that one? My theory is
that years ago, some deadbeat named Bill had problems paying his
monthly obligations (I’m trying to avoid using the b-word) and his
creditors got sick of him not paying and instead of killing him or
breaking his legs, you know, like what normal, mafia influenced people
would have done, they just decided to name monthly statements after
him. Its like they said “Bill No-name, this is Mr. Bergstrom calling
from the Overdue Collection agency, if you don’t start making your
monthly payments, we are going to name those monthly statements after
you!”. And he must not have taken them seriously and probably just said
to himself “Come on, they would never do that. Normally, when I don’t
pay my bookie he sends somebody over to break my thumbs, so what is the
worst they can do? What, maybe castrate me? Please, I had my balls in a
vice after I lost that bet that had the Germans winning World War II.”
They probably sent him a final notice with the words MONTHLY BILL in
big, red letters. Finally, enough was enough and from that point on,
the monthly monetary obligations were known as bills, and boy, was his
face red. He was shunned from the community and had brought shame among
his family name, as you know, everybody in his family was named Bill.

Which makes me wonder about other words. Why at a resturant do we ask
for “the check.” Its not a check. If it were a check, I would walk out
of there with a bigger wallet, not a smaller one because of the
over-priced appetizer. And, last I saw, they don’t deduct things from
the resturant check, instead they add things, like taxes and gratuity.
I don’t know about you, but I have never gotten a “check” in a
resturant and looked at it and said “Wow, look at that. They took $3.50
out for Social Security.” And, when I pay for a meal, none of that
money goes towards my 401K plan. So please, lets just stop using this
mis-nomer and call it what it really is: a bill.

Speaking of Bill, this also makes me wonder how they come up with names
for people. I know how they shorten names like Michael to become Mike,
or Jonathan to become Jon, but how do they get Bill from William? Or
Hank from Henry? Jack from John? Or my personal favorite, Dick from
Richard. That one makes no sense at all, unless of, course, guys named
Richard had really big dicks, so they just started calling them “Dick”,
you sorta code, so that if you told a girl (or if you were gay and told
another gay guy) that your name was Dick, she would get interested in
you. Like, “see that guy over there? HIS name is Dick!”. And how did
the penis become a Dick? Or a Johnson? And even funnier, there is a
reporter here in Chicago that goes by the name of Dick Johnson. How can
he be taken seriously with a name like Dick fucking Johnson? He is
standing there talking about the mining accident in the shaft that
killed 69 when a large rod came into the shaft and two large boulders
came in after the rod, eventually filling the shaft with water, 
and at the end of the report he says “My name is Dick Johnson”. How can
the camera man and producer not just start laughing right there. If you
ask me, he ain’t a newsman as much as he is a porn star. And you people
that don’t live in Chicago haven’t seen the look on this guy’s face
when he reports the news. He has this serious look on his face, with a
crease in his foreskin……..I mean, forehead, you know, the same look
that the male porn star has when he is really getting into it. I mean,
when this guy was in college, did he run around campus with his frat
brothers saying that “when I get out of school, I’m changing my name to
Dick Johnson and becoming a reporter…………nobody will get the
joke!” Perhaps he lost a bet and that is why he goes by that name. Or
perahps years from now, we won’t call reporters reporters, we will call
them Dick Johnsons, you know, just like we call monthly financial
obligations bills.

Dude, what the fuck? Why did some 39 year old married dude message me 2
nights in a row asking if i wanted to hook up? YO! You are married. If
you have an open relationship, that cool, but…………..aahhhhhhh,
why the fuck do I care?

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Ok, so this never happened, but why doesn’t somebody please call these
people? If more people called them, that would mean less people would
be calling me and my job wouldn’t be so damn hectic.

Just a question as you go about your day: Can Senator Rick Santorum be anymore of a fucking ass?

Man, these last 5 Cubs games have been so exciting its crazy, even when
they have lost. Mark was at the Cubs-Cardinals series in St Louis this
weekend (he was only at Friday’s and Sunday’s games) and each game was
so exciting, it was heartstopping. The best part about it, is that they
are winning and playing very good baseball. The last 4 games have come
down to the last at bat and it doesn’t get anymore exciting than that.

Tonight was LaTroy Hawkins’s first game back at Wrigley since being
traded. He got booed about as much as any former player I have ever
seen booed in Chicago. Also, it was 80s night, lots of 80s songs and
people wearing 80s clothes. For some reason, though, the best they
could do for the national anthem and take me out to the ballgame was
Debbie Gibson! Debbie fucking Gibson! I mean, honestly people. “Lost in
your Eyes”? “Electric Youth”? For crying out loud, it almost makes me
embarrassed to be a Cubs fan.

Last night I went to Rene’s house for a birthday party celebrating all
of our friend’s that have July birthdays. Blah blah blah, yadda yadda
yadda, we all had a good time, but I write about that sorta stuff all
the time and I’m sure you all are getting sick of it. I’m gonna write
about something different now.

My dad’s last remaining brother and his wife are soon to be celebrating
their 40th wedding anniversary. Their daugher asked me to go through my
father’s vast picture collection and see if we have any pics of their
wedding. My dad was quite the…………whats the word……….uh,
picture taking person, yeah, thats it. So, he had many………er whats
the word, you know, what photographers do…………pictorials, yeah,
thats it. Anywho, the search was on for photos. Although I did not find
what she was looking for, it gave me a chance to look back on my dad’s
brief, 50 year life.  A lot of these pics I had seen before, but
many, I had not. If my dad were still alive today, he would be 75 years
old. He died when I was 4,(July 15, 1980) almost 5. To tell the story,
I should go back 3 years prior to that.

My oldest brother died in a car accident at the age of 20 on August 9,
1977. Although I was not yet 2, this single event changed the course of
my life forever. Dad did not take it well. Although, he was already an
alcoholic, he pretty much gave up on life and essentially, drank
himself to death. For the sake of sticking with the story, I will not
make anymore mention of my resentment and bitterness towards him for
his giving up. I wonder had my brother not died, if my dad would have
lived longer. This is what brought me to the questions that arose while
looking at those pics. Pictures, they tell the story of ones life. My
mother, I’m told, was totally different after my brother died
(understandably so, I don’t know if I could handle something like
that). Before he died, I’m told that she was more religious, afterward
she said that she was mad at God (my mom died, by the way, on Jan 2,
2000 at the age of 65, no word from her on if she has made amends with
him since she died). Mom was always sorta……….well, she had a
short fuse, but to be honest, I don’t think that had anything to do
with Anthony’s (my brother) death, as her whole family is
short-tempered. One of my favorite pics of my parents is a pic of my
mom holding myself and my twin brother, we had to be only days old and
she had a big smile on her face and my dad was standing behind her, two
fisted………a bottle of champagne in one hand and an Old Milwaukee
in another. She never looked happier, it very well could have been the
happiest day of her life.

Back to my dad, though. I know so little about him, and for various
reasons, have not asked much about him, but I’m very curious and have
many questions. One thing about him I did now, is that he was a HUGE
Cubs fan. Yes, I guess thats where I get it from. I think of him a lot
when I watch the Cubs. I feel is it my one connection to him. One of my
few memories of him is him going to a Cubs game and coming back with 3
Cubs cups (which I still have and use) for me, Mark and John.

The pics, have answered more questions. For example, I always knew my
dad was racist. I hate that part of him. But, I was suprised to see him
in pictures with a black man. That says something. Maybe he wasn’t as
racist as I believed. He had so many pics of him in the Korean war and
with his army buddies. I’m telling you, some of these pics that I saw
yesterday were litterally, 50 and 60 years old, some even older then
that. I saw many pics of him playing his acoustic guitar, the very same
guitar which sits in my room today. After my mom died, we found a
picture book of a road trip my dad took with 2 of his
friends…………..in the summer of 1948! Think about this for a
second. This is before interstate and AC in cars. What made this so
special is that before we found that, I already had a picture book and
road journal that I had made of road trips I had taken with 2 of MY
friends. I felt such a connection to him. I think he and I would have
had a pretty good relationship, when I think about the baseball and
road trips.

I also wonder where he stood politically. Was he conservative? A
liberal? A moderate? No interest in politics at all? After all, my
mother could give a damn about politics. Was he concerned about social
issues? What were his opinions on the Vietnam war? What about other
social issues, such as abortion, equal rights, woman’s rights and gay
rights. This, of course, leads to my next topic.

He was, however, quite the ladies man, as there were lots of pics of
him with various girls and little things he wrote to them or they wrote
to him on the back of the pics. The impression I got of him was that he
was a very……..lets just say, overly heterosexual, which brings me
to my next topic: how would he have reacted to having a gay son. I try
to put the pieces together and see if I can come to some sorta of
conclusion. He was Catholic. That is not good. I have no idea where he
stood politically, although he did have some sort of banner thing with
JFK on it, which leads me to believe that he was more democrat, which
is a good sign. My mom, I never told, but I think she would have been
accepting, but embarrassed. To be honest, my mom could be embarrassing
and without shame, but my dad, I have no idea. I’d like to think he
would have come around and been ok with it, but I just don’t know. I
have to keep in mind that he was old enough to me my grandfather and
therefore came from a previous generation, a generation that was not
accepting or very tolerant of gays and those different. As is my
understanding, he was racist, and racism and homophobia go hand in
hand. And being as into females…………ok, I should just be honest,
he was a bit of a perv……….as he was, all of this probably leads
me to believe that he would not have accepted my being gay.

Maybe, I’m not meant to know the answers to my questions. Maybe, he
died when I was young because he would not have approved of my
sexuality. Maybe we would have clashed on the issues such as the war
and race relations. Perhaps we would have attended Cubs games together,
perhaps that could have been the one thing that brought us together and
kept us on the same page. Maybe, just maybe, he would have had a hard
time understanding my homosexuality, but eventually, in the end, grown
to love and accept me as his son.

Its just amazing how one event can change a person’s life and shape
their future. All those same questions I have about my dad, I also have
about my brother. Had he not died, chances are, my dad would not have
died at the age of 50. I’m quite sure he would have been dead by now,
but, I would have probably gotten a lot more time with him and
understood him more and been a different person then I am today. One
thing is for sure, I would have still been gay.

So, we went to the Red Sox game last night. Ok, I guess I should
include the White Sox in there, but lets be honest, I wasn’t there for
the White Sox……..except for Joe
Crede………………RRRRRRRROAAARRRRR!!!

I arrived at Mason’s house shortly after 4 in the PM. This was the
first time I was to see him since I told him that I was a dude lover, I
was a little nervous about it, even though I knew it wouldn’t be a
problem, and sure enough, nothing was even mentioned about it. We left
about………..shit, I don’t know what time, can’t you people keep
track of this shit?

The ride there was………er…………ineteresting. Remember those
driver’s ed simulation thingys back in high school? It was sorta like
that. Don has always been a bit of a…………scary driver. Not Dave
or Scooty scary (quite honestly, nobody is as scary/bad as
them………they should only be allowed to drive in a controlled
environment) but scary nonetheless. It didn’t help that he had a ton of
obstacles in his way, such as cars slamming on their brakes,
construction, people walking and riding bikes in the middle of the
street, just all sorts of crazy shit………you know, just like the
driver’s ed things. There were even people collecting money holding a
box with a picture of a white Jesus on the side of it. It looked like
they were collecting money to save Jesus. Wake up people, its too late
to save him. I mean, the man has been dead for years now, let it rest!
There was one really funny scene on the way there. A feeble old man (is
there another kind) was slowly moving down the sreet with his cane. For
some reason, he stopped and started yelling and shaking his cane in the
direction of a semi. It was fucking classic. Ahhhh, old people, your
feistiness cracks me up, unless said old person is my mother’s 70
something uncle threatening to kill me at another uncle’s wake.

Don’s 4 year old son was adorable. He had a mohawk with a blue streak
down the middle. He kept saying he liked the White Sox, Cubs, Red Sox,
Pirates and Bears, but hated the Yankees. How cute. Even the youn ones
hate the Yanks!

I love going to places with large amounts of people in the summer.
There are so many HOT guys, I can barely contain myself. And,
sometimes, they like to wear reduced clothing. Ohhhhh baby!!!!

As for the game iself, our seats where in the upper deck,quite a ways
down the left field line. In fact, it was not too far off from where we
sat last year with the seats Danel got for us. Anywho, there were a lot
of Red Sox fans in the park, including myself with my Boston jersey on.
White Sox fans are so bitter and pissed off. Red Sox fans stand to
cheer their team and the White Sox fans start chantting “assholes.”
Why? Because Red Sox fans care about their team enough to show up at
road games? What really pissed them off, though, was when some Red Sox
fans (including Don and I) started chanting “Lets go Cubbies!” They
have so much hate for the Cubs. At a game between the Red Sox and White
Sox, I saw quite a few people wearing “Cubs Suck” shirts, and quite a
few vendors were selling “Cubs Suck” shirts. They aren’t even playing
the Cubs, do they have that much of an inferiority complex that they
can’t stop thinking about the Cubs, even when they are playing the
defending World Champs? A few rows in front of us, there was this hot
dude who had sunglasses on. He kept wearing them anyway but the right
way. He looked like an ass and even sounded more like one because he
kept getting pissed off at us cheering for Boston, yelling shit at us,
such as “Go back to Boston” along with other shit I can’t remember.
When the White Sox fans were getting too obnoxious, I would start
chanting “1917″ which was the last year the White Sox won the World
Series. There was this one waif of a girl that was particulary
obnoxious, so much so that she probably should have been shot with a
tranqulizer gun.

It turned out to be a pretty exciting and close game, the Red Sox won
on Manny Ramierez’s homer in the top of the ninth. After the game,
while waiting for Dayna and the girls to get done taking a leak, we saw
a guy that looked like a white Jesus. He had a beard and mustache, long
hair and was wearing long, heavy black robe with a cross on. He had a
bunch of teens with him, they were like his followers. They seemed to
hang on his every word. I guess its not too late to save him, boy was I
wrong.

During the ride home, Dayna’s 15 year old daughter talked about how she
wants to go to Japan someday. She has got a good head on her shoulders
and seems to want to go for all the same reasons I would want to go,
such as being able to learn more about other cultures, expand her
world, and be more of a well-rounded person. She was telling me how she
has lots of friends of all different backgrounds, such as blacks,
whites, Asians, Hispanics, gays, Muslims among others. This makes
sense, since she is mixed herself (half black, half white to be
percise). Some ingorant people like my sister (not that I’m being mean,
but I hate when she says this) says shit about when blacks and whites
have children together “oh, I feel sorry for the kids” because she
thinks people would make fun of them. Yeah, I guess they probably do
get made fun of to an extent, but the positives far out weight the
negatives, at least in my opinion. They have the best of 2 worlds and
can fit in with both whites and blacks (more likely blacks, though) and
have a better understanding and more empathy towards others. Karine is
exactly like this, and if this is any indication of what the next
generation will be like, we will be in good shape.

First of all, the Cubs lost one of those games today that
just………..uggggghhhhh!!! I don’t even want to talk about it, why
did you ask? It just ended a short while ago, so I’m still freshly
pissed about it.

Yesterday, it actually rained. People at work were actually pretty
excited about it, we opened up the blinds and several of us peered out
the window watching what has become a rare occurence.  I just feel
so bad for the farmers whose livelihood depends on the weather. Its
sad. These people work from sun up to sun down, 7 days a week during
the summer to take care of their crops, and if it doesn’t rain, they
get fucked. Something entirely out of their control. Back at my first
job years and years ago, we did a survey of farmers and the chemicals
they use on their crops, so I have a good idea of what these people go
through. I know how much they spend on producing their crops. I know
how much time, money and effort they put into it, and its a damn shame
that the lack of rain is ruining their lives. And, that might sound
like an overstatement at first, but think about it. This is how they
make money. They don’t work jobs. Their wives, they pretty much don’t
wok jobs either, they stay at home and help with the farm. Same with
the kids once they are over the age of about 10. And some of these
farmers don’t ever stop, working until they are 80 or in some cases,
until they die. Now, I know a lot of people bitch about their lawns
being dry and grass being dead because of the drought, but the grass
you earn is not dependent on the grass in your yard. And, I have heard
other short-minded and selfish people say “well, tough shit for the
farmers, they are the ones that decided to be farmers.” Well, somebody
has to be a farmer. And in many cases, these are family owned farms.
Their fathers ran the same farm, as did their grandpa. And while these
same ignorant people are eating their corn on the cob with their steak,
they don’t stop to realize it got their because some farmer put it
there. Now, I think I have sounded like John Mellancamp for long
enough, but consider giving money during Farm Aid this year.

I went to get my driver’s license renewed today. I was telling somebody
at work that I was planning on going today about 11 and he thought I
was nuts, that I should get there early because it was packed. To be
honest, it couldn’t be any easier. My days of being pissed off and
bitter at the DMV just might be over. They were, dare I say,
convenient.  I used to say that  government offices do
everything possibel to inconvenience you, they sure have come a long
way from the time when I waited in line for an hour only to have them
deny me a license because my signature on my social security card
didn’t match what I had just signed for them or from the time I showed
up with a birth certificate, social security card and a piece of mail
with my name and address on it and they said I needed more
identification. Or the time when I had them there at my birth only to
have them tell me they weren’t sure it was me so they couldn’t issue me
a state id. Anywho, not only was there not a lot of people there, but
they really handled things in an efficient manner that actually, get
this, MAKES SENSE!!!! As expected, though, there were a few teens there
getting their driver’s licenses. There was this one girl there that had
on some short, very thin white skirt. This shit was so thin, it could
have been confused for toilet paper………….the 2 ply kind of
course. If I was straight, I would have been really into her, instead I
just stood in line checking out a hot guy that was there.

First off people, I have got a question on youthink.com, go here to vote on it

http://www.youthink.com/default.asp?jump_to=427878

Faithful readers my remember this from a post I made a few weeks ago.

Well, Bush made his pick for the Supreme Court today. I have to be
honest, I know……..well, nothing about his nominee, just what I have
heard on CNN in the last hour or so. From what they are saying, we
liberals have a good reason to be worried. For starters, he is only 50
years old, which means that he can potentially serve a very long time.
A very long time. Like, 30 years or more. The most important issue to
me, obviously is gay rights, but I would be selfish if I thought that
was the country’s most important issue. The most important issue is,
without a doubt, abortion. Now, honestly, I don’t think it will be
overturned, but you never know. I can almost guarantee that Willam
Rhenquist will not survive Bush’s term, which means he will nominate
another justice. With 2 more conservatives on in the high court, that
makes abortion being overturned more likely. As for the issue myself, I
flip-flop on it. Both sides have very good points. The bottom line,
though, is that even if abortion is illegal, people will still have
them, and they will do it illegally, so that means they can do serious
harm to themselves. Overturning Roe Vs Wade makes no sense because of
that one reason. Its like alcohol. When we made that illegal, it didn’t
even come close to working. As for gay rights, with 2 more
conservatives on the bench, it gives us almost zero chance of being
able to marry anytime soon. I don’t see them taking away any rights we
already have, but you never know. Basically, this decision Bush made
today might very well affect many people’s lives for years and years to
come. This was one of Bush’s biggest decisions and another reason for
me not to like him…………..not that I was ever coming close to
running out of reasons not to like him.

Someday, I want to write a book and call it “50 Different Ways to Flush a Toilet.”.

You know those Aflac commecials where they say “Ask at work about
Aflac.” Well, I asked at work today. I think a big problem with the
commercial is that it doesn’t specify who to ask. I walked right up to
the janitor and said “Hi. I’m supposed to ask about Aflac.” He looked
at me like I was speaking another language, which, I guess to him I
was, because he speaks Spanish.

All praise to Holy Christ (you guys praise to him, I will just praise
to……..the guy that comes to fix it, since he is the one that is
actually fixing it, instead of the afore-mentioned Christ) that Sears
is coming out to fix the AC tomorrow!!! WOOOOOOHOOOO!!!

I’m upset because I found out that our local Bob Evans closed! We used
to always go there for Christmas Eve breakfast every year, and now we
have to find a new place. They had the best sausage and biscuits and
gravy around. I think we will just start going to Cracker Barrel from
now on.

I chatted with Ty (or is it Tyler?) from Xanga the other night. Seems
like a cool guy, too bad his is a few hours away, and thats by plane,
which I hate to use. He is only the second person from Xanga that I
have ever chatted with, so if anybody else ever wants to chat, feel
free to “hit me up” as the kids say.

The Cubs have won again! I’m not too excited, though. They are still 5
back in the wild card and have beaten teams they should be beating,
such as the Reds and Pirates. Lets see how they come back next Monday
after getting swept (ok, I guess there is a chance they can win 1) in
St. Louis.

John and I were talking tonight about how people that commit
assisinations usually go by 3 names. Just look at this list. John
Wilkes Booth (Lincoln), James Earl Ray (Martin Luther King), Lee Harvey
Oswald (accused of killing JFK, but you and I know that it was’t
somebody else……….the rumor is that it was a guy by the name of
James Earl Files, yet, another 3 names), Mark David Chapman (John
Lennon) and I’m sure there are a few more. Its funny though, because
you can tell how much trouble somebody when the media uses the person’s
middle name. For example, when you were a kid, you know you really had
it coming when your mother called you by your first, middle, and last
name, yelling at you to “get in this house right now! You just wait
’til your father gets home!” Now, as an adult, when the newscaster is
on the tv using all three of your names, thats a sure sign that you
should make a run for the border, and I don’t mean Taco Bell. I mean,
its sorta like the media’s way of saying “Mark David Chapman, get in
this house right now! You are in big trouble, mister! Killing John
Lennon. You just wait ’til the prosecutor gets here!” If you ever hear
all 3 of my names on the news, just assume that I’ve already got a
disguise as I’m making my way out of the country. And the bigger the
crime, the more names they use. Martha Stewar, just Martha Stewart when
she was arrested. Robert Blake, all of a sudden was “Robert Alan Flakey
Blake!” and O.J. turned into “Ortenthal James Simpson”. If you work
with somebody that goes by 3 names, thats a sure sign that they might
go postal someday, so you better stay on his good side.

I came out to my friend Don last night. He was very cool with it and
very supportive, saying that he has always suspected as much. I knew,
though, that he would be cool with it, he even apologized to me in case
he has ever offended me, but he never has offended me. He is not the
type to be saying stuff like that and is very open-minded and laid
back.

Speaking of Don, I was watching the Cubs game yesterday and could have
sworn I saw him at the game. He confirmed the sighting later, saying he
was in the 7th row. Kick ass man, good for him!!!!