Today marks the 10 year anniversary of Martiz closing. Maritz was my
very first job. I know, how geeky of me to remember this date, but I’m
the type to remember shit like this. Anywho, Dave called me tonight and
I reminded him of this fact. We talked a lot about the old days and how
when I first started and for about the first 1 year and 10 months, I
couldn’t stand Dave. Still, like a fungus, he grew on me and still like
a fungus, I just can’t imagine my life without him. Sure, Maritz was a
dead end job that was mindless and pointless, but boy, did we have some
fun there. Shit, I used to bring like $6-10 in change everyday because
we (me, Dave, Jt, Don, and a whole bunch of other people) used to flip
coins. I won’t explain it, because its too hard to explain in writing,
but lets just put it this way, it was gambling. Speaking of gambling,
there was the time on Dave’s 21st birthday when we played cards at Jt’s
house and  Dave and Jt went to work drunk afterwards. Dave was
afraid to drive because he was drinking (even though it was only
about  1/4 of a mile………then again, I won’t drink and drive
at all) so he made then 17 year old Jt drive Dave’s car, which was
stick shift and Jt didn’t know how to drive stick, to work. Of course,
this also didn’t make sense because Jt was drunk at the time too, but
shit, we did a lot of goofy shit back then. Fuck man, I still remember
walking into work on the day we closed, it was very sad and the place
had the aura of a funeral. Afterwards, Don and I drove around and wound
up getting something to eat at Boomerangs. I woke up the next day
scared out of my mind and blown away at the thought of being
unemployed  and also having to piss like a race horse. Dave and I
were wondering about all the old people we used to work with and what
those people might be up to now. Altough I loved working there, it was
mainly because of the people I worked with. I went on to have some very
good friendships with the people there, some of which I still talk to.
It was very unique, I mean, Don and Dayna met there and got married,
Jt, Dave and I became the best of friends, Heather and Rene met there
and became best friends and we are all so close now, its like family.
That whole job had a very big impact on my life. I got it just because
I was out with a couple of friends about a month after graduating high
school and not having a clue about what I was going to do with my life.
My friend Vathana had previously worked there and we were driving by
and on a spur of the moment, he said he would stop in and see if he
could get his old job back. He dragged Rob and I in there and talked us
into applying. I never thought at that time, it was a decision that
would change the course of my life and form a career for me (albeit, a
lame ass career). I just can’t imagine what my life would have become
had I not been in that car that day. I wouldn’t have met Dave, Kelli,
Jt, Don or Dayna. I wouldn’t have even thought about working in a call
center and therefore have wound up with my current job or my jobs at
AAA or NORC. And then, 2 years later, they closed, which at the time,
was one of the saddest and most shocking days of my life.

As hard as the closing was, it really was the best thing that ever
happened to me and many of the other people that worked there. So many
people are way better off because that place closed. I really don’t
know what would have happened had they not made the choice for us.
Perhaps I might have still been there. Same with Don. And Brian. And
whoever else. Think about how much better all of the above people are
doing now that Maritz has closed. Sure, for people like Jt and Kelli,
it had no effect, Jt still would have become a lawyer and Kelli a
teacher. But, so many others were sorta stuck in a rut there. We might
not have left so soon had we not been forced out of a job. And, we
wouldn’t have known how bad the place was unless we had to look for new
jobs. I mean, we didn’t even have health insurance or a retirement
plan. Although at times I long for the carefree Maritz days of playing
hackey sack in the parking lot and making fun of co-workers (ok, so I
still do that one) clearly, I’m better off not only for working there,
but for getting out of there as well.

Tomorrow, September 1 marks the one year anniversary of when AAA
closed. Both closings couldn’t be any more different. Martiz, we walked
in and that was it. AAA, they gave us 6 months notice, a decent
severance, hired a job placement agency and allowed us to apply for
other jobs within the company. They handled it the right way and were
very classy about it. There are many things I miss about AAA, but being
so recent, I won’t put you all through another 2 lengthy paragraphs
about AAA, we will save that one for another anniversary. Shit, if you
really wanted to, you can go back to my post from last September and
read first hand all about it.

Fuck, if gas prices didn’t shoot way the fuck up to well over $3 a
gallon. Its times like these that I’m glad I drive a small car with
good gas mileage instead of one of these mammoth SUVS.

The AC is not working. Again. I swear, I have the Kerry Wood of air
conditioners. This time, its blowing out warm air, as opposed to last
time when it would only stay on for 3 seconds at a time. Anywho, Sears
will be here to not fix it again on Friday. In the mean, time, ITS
FUCKING HOT IN HERE!!! And not the good kinda hot where you want to
take off all your clothes.

Saturday night was another card game at Scott, the Republicans house.
The first game, for the first time that I could remember, I was the
first one out, finishing 7th. It sucked. I had nothing to do until the
next game started. The next game we had 8 people and I always have a
habit of finishing one place from getting money. Top 3 got money in
this game, I, of course, took 4th. In both games, I lost with pocket
Queens. How fucked up is that. The first game, I honestly thought I had
it because the guy that beat me is notorious for not only sucking, but
going all in when he doesn’t have shit. The second game, I was down to
the point where I had one more hand left. I went all in knowing that I
probably didn’t have it. My instinct (yeah, who knew I had instinct)
told me that I didn’t have it, and my instinct was right.

Yesterday, I went to a party for Tom and Julie’s daughter’s
Christening. It was at Julie’s brother’s house, which was huge. Its in
the same sub division at Scooty’s house, in fact, within walking
distance. The house was very nice, complete with a pool in the back, as
opposed to a pool in the front. Oh, before I forget, her sister made
these brownies that were very very very good, they were like chocolate
crack, I tells ya! Anywho, the pool
was……..er…………….interesting. The shallow end was about
waist high. They had a rope that seperated the shallow end from the
deep end. It got deep really fast once you got past that rope. I, of
course, can’t swim. Tom was kind enough to attempt to teach me how to
float. I sorta have the hang of it now, but to be honest, in a float or
sink situation, I probably would sink, which is only fun after you are
dead. Anywho, they had a slide on this pool which I really really
wanted to use, but it went into the deep end, so it was a no-no for me.
Tom and Keith and, well, pretty much everybody else in the pool (except
for wussy Scooty) used the slide. Shit, even Nicole did it.

Thats all for now, people. Have a nice morning/day/evening/night/drunkeness or what ever time you are reading this.

Ok, just when you think Republicans are the most evil people in the
world, this man goes and ups the ante and are our new leader of evil.
Just read this article, I can’t even believe how shameful and wrong
this is. These people are disgusting, hate-filled pigs. Really, there
is nothing more to say about it, so I will just let you read the
article.

“SMYRNA, Tenn. – Members of a church say God is punishing American
soldiers for defending a country that harbors gays, and they brought
their anti-gay message to the funerals Saturday of two Tennessee
soldiers killed in Iraq. The church members were met with scorn from
local residents. They chased the church members cars’ down a highway,
waving flags and screaming “God bless America.”

“My husband is over there, so I’m here to show my support,” 41-year-old
Connie Ditmore said as she waved and American flag and as tears came to her
eyes. “To do this at a funeral is disrespectful of a family, no matter what your
beliefs are.”

The Rev. Fred Phelps, founder of Westboro Baptist in Kansas, contends that
American soldiers are being killed in Iraq as vengeance from God for protecting
a country that harbors gays. The church, which is not affiliated with a larger
denomination, is made up mostly of Phelps’ children, grandchildren and
in-laws.

The church members carried signs and shouted things such as “God hates fags”
and “God hates you.”

About 10 church members protested near Smyrna United Methodist Church and
nearly 20 stood outside the National Guard Armory in Ashland City. Members have
demonstrated at other soldier funerals across the nation.

The funerals were for Staff Sgt. Asbury Fred Hawn II, 35, in Smyrna and Spc.
Gary Reese Jr., 22, in Ashland City. Both were members of the Tennessee National
Guard.

Hundreds of Smyrna and Ashland City residents and families of other soldiers
turned out at both sites to counter the message the Westboro Baptist members
brought.

So many counterdemonstrators were gathered in Ashland City that police,
sheriff’s deputies and state troopers were brought in to control traffic and
protect the protesters.

The church members held protesting permits, and counterprotesters in Smyrna
turned their backs to Westboro Baptist members until time expired on the protest
permits.

“If they were protesting the government, I might even join them,” Danny
Cotton, 56, said amid cries of “get out of our town” and “get out of our
country.”

“But for them to come during the worst time for this family — it’s just
wrong.”

And now, lets continue with another episode of: STUPID SHIT PAT
ROBERTSON HAS SAID!!! Here is a rather amusing one: “These are actually
chunks of lung itself being coughed up. I don’t
understand exactly what it is, but God has healed you right now. Amen.”
[Pat
Robertson, during a "faith healing" session]  What a pompus ass.

Today, I went to dinner with Danielle and Javier. We went to Bobak’s.
If you haven’t been to Bobak’s, cancel whatever you are doing and go
right now. I don’t care if you are masterbating (actually, I would find
it rather odd that you beat off (or finger yourself) to my blog, but
whatever floats your boat) or lying in bed, get off your ass and move
to the one of 4 Chicagoland locations. Sure, they are closed right now,
but I don’t care. Break in and help yourself, its what seperates us
from the animals. Wait. Actually, it doesn’t sepreate us from the
animals. Lets just say, it brings out the animal in you. I know they
have plenty of leftovers, as I saw them packing the food up and, well,
keeping it? Lets just assume for the story’s sake, the food is in a
large, silver, industrial sized fridge. I guess I should explain what
Bobak’s is. Its a Polish buffet. A very very good Polish buffet. And
reasonably priced too, in fact, only $8.95 for all that food. Oh, and
there are SOOOOOOOOO many HOT HOT HOT guys that work there. HOT!!!

I left my house about 10 minutes to 7 for what is normally about a 20
minute drive. For some reason, traffic on I55 was a motherfucker. Why
does it seem like I have written the sentence “for some reason, traffic
I55 was a motherfucker” a time or 2 (see posts from June 7 and Aug 14
to name a couple), I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surpised anymore. It
took me almost 40 minutes to get there and I was worried that they
wouldn’t be there. I walked in and they were sitting waiting for me to
get a table. We were then quickly seated and started feasting. Good
shit. Damn, I love their food. We talked a lot about AAA, of course. We
also talked about trips we had taken in the last year, like my
adventure to Orlando and their honeymoon that they took. It was great
to see Danielle (I guess it was good to see Javier, but I have to be
honest, I have only met him a few times, whereas I worked with Danielle
for over 2 years) and long for the days when we used to work together,
laughing and making fun of dumbass co-workers. Why is it that most of
my memories of working at AAA involve making fun of co-workers? Am I
that damn immature? Oh, wait, I am.

The more I go through life, the more I realize that Republicans are
evil. Pure, fucking evil. Like, 1-800-976-E-V-I-L. Take this whole
Cindy Sheehan situation. You might not know the name, but you certainly
know the situation. She is the lady that is basically, camped outside
President Rock Brains ranch in Texas, protesting the war that took the
life of her son. The Republicans are saying she is anti-American,
crazy, anti-Semitic. They say she is motivated by hate and anger.
Others protest against her and say things like “We don’t care.” 
Ok, her son died in the war. She also is an American who, like you, has
the right to say what she wants to say. How can they even say half the
shit they are saying? How can they be as tasteless and classless as
they are being? This war just keeps getting worse and worse, bringing
out the worst in everybody. I have never seen the country as divided as
it has been over the course of the last 2 1/2 years, this coming after
the time in which it was as united as I had ever seen it, in the wake
of 9/11. I have said it before and I will say it again, this is like
the 60s all over again.

And, another thing. I think most people agree, love is the greatest
thing in the world. War, on the other hand, is the worst thing in the
world. Now, Christians are supposed to be about love. How can they be
against gay marriage and for the war. After all, isn’t gay marriage all
about love, and love, as I mentioned, is the greatest thing in the
world. So, I guess that means that the Christians are agaisnt love.
Wow, thats quite a stretch, to say they are automatically against love.
To make such a leap, that is something the Republicans do. See, when
somebody says they are against the war, blowhards like Bill O’Reilly
say that if somebody is against the war, then those people hate
America. What a bunch of slimey sleeze merchants.

Last night, I went over to Keith and Heather’s to see our friends Tom
and Julie from New Mexico. Tom is in the Air Force, so thats why they
are there and next year will be going to Japan for 3 years. Anywho,
this was the first we have seem of them in over a year. It was great to
see them. And just about everybody was there. Tom was happily suprised
that I had lost 15 pounds. He looked like he had lost some weight as
well. The kids were adorable, even if they had no clue who I was. We
watched the video from John and I going over the waterfall while
rafting. I don’t know why I needed to add “while rafting”……..I
think it was fairly obvious we were rafting. I mean, I can’t see any
other reason for me going over a waterfall. Anywho, Tom was telling us
about how they are going to Japan and won’t be back for 3 years. He
said he would only come back if his dad dies. I said that was a bit
grim and he quickly shot back “He’s 83! He is in good health but he
will die someday.” It was funny the way he answered very quickly. And
its even funnier that he is only 35 yet has a dad that is 83.

Well, Pat Robertson tried to clarify what he said by saying he never
said we should assisnate the pres of Venz (sorry, can’t spell). In
fact, he said he never used the word assisnate. Saying that the
associated press mis-quoted him. Well, I guess his idea of the
associated press is him speaking on his own show. We shouldn’t be
suprised, seeing this is coming from the same guy that said: “That
[separation of church and state] was never in the Constitution, however
much the liberals laugh at me for saying it, they know good and well it
was never in the Constitution! Such language only appeared in the
constitution of the communist Soviet Union” Pat Robertson, The 700
Club, Jan. 22, 1995. Or how about the time when he said “I know one man
who was impotent who gave AIDS to his wife and the only thing they did
was kiss.” Really, enough said about this chronic fuck-up.

I was coming home from work today (by the way, for those of you that
are curious, work is customer service in a call center) when I saw a
cop driving. This got me to thinking, how boring of a fucking job that
must be at times. Think about it. Its rare when there is something
exciting to do, like chase criminals or taste test new coffee at the
local gas station. Most of the time is spent just driving around in the
same area. Over and over and over and over. And over. Most cops don’t
cover a large area, at least, not here in the burbs. And, although
crusing around can be fun, thats fun every now and then and with
friends in the car with you, not every single day as part of you job. I
bet cops pull people over just to give themselves something to do. In
fact, I’m downright convinced of it. Lets face it, there is no such
thing as improper lane usage, its just something cops made up to keep
themselves busy………..you know, busy work. I mean, how the hell do
you use a lane anyway? You can’t “use” a lane. Its not a can opener or
a telephone. And yet, there are tons of laws out there. Maybe we need
to keep them busy in some other way. For example, maybe they can also
work as a landscaper, you know, instead of driving around in their car
all day they can just pull over to the side of the road and clear out
some of those weeds. After all, how many times are you driving down the
road and see has become more overgrown with weeds than Robin Williams’s
ass has hair. It looks bad. Well, now we can solve that problem. After
all, do cops really need to make $45,000 a year for driving around in
circles? I don’t think even cab drivers make that much, and they are
transporting people. Think of the money communties could save by hiring
a new Cop Gardner. Oh shit, it sounds like it can be a bad Vin Diesel
movie (as if there are any GOOD Vin Diesel movies). I should delete
this before it gives some Hollywood chump an idea.

As if we needed more proof that Pat Robertson needs to drink a gallon
of Drano to flush out his evil demons, he gives us yet more material:
saying that  American agents assassinate Venezuelan President Hugo
Chavez. Now, the way this guy is going, the next step is
for him to murder somebody. I think we should all take bets on who he
is going to kill. I think it might be the head of the ACLU, or maybe
even Elton John. I always knew he was a hypocrite and this only
re-inforces that belief. Don’t let Terri Schivo die. Don’t commit
abortion. Do kill a world leader (albeit, a bad world leader). How can
this guy even consider himself a Christian? Yeah, he is about as much
Christian as John Gotti or Al Capone. They both CLAIMED to be Christian
too, yet, were ruthless mafia leaders, ordering the murder of countless
people. You might even say Pat Robertson and Capone were one and the
same. I know that sounds nuts and like a big stretch, but so is blaming
9/11 on gays and the ACLU, just like what Pat Robertson said shorly after 9/11. This man
is every bit as evil as Jerry Falwell.

As you all know, I bought the Simpsons 6th season dvd over the weekend.
It came in a box shaped like Homer’s head. In it, there is a number
that you can call to order one of the old boxes. That’s all I’m going
to say about it. Here is the number, call it, its funny: 1-800-223-2369.

At work we are doing a contest to come up with a commercial for one of
our products. Don’t worry, its not real and will never be real, but I
can win a real digital camera. All you had to do was sign up and you
are put on a team with other people to come up with a commercial, your
team then writes, produces, directs and acts in the commercial. We had
our first meeting today with my team. I like my chances. One of the
guys on my team recently acted in a Peter Pan play. Another was a
Dj/radio host on a local radio station. A couple of the ladies on the
team went to school for broadcasting. Then there is little old me. I
have watched tv before.  We have a team with some credentials, so
we should do ok.

Today was sorta the annual  family reunion with my dad’s side of
the family, by which, I mean, the good, sane side. We always love going
to these things, its always so much fun. Its all just a bunch of short
people running around talking about baseball and playing softball. Of
course, we had beanbags……….actually, we had 3 sets of bags going.
And we played 2 hand touch football and the aforementioned softball. I
miss the days of playing tackle football, but we were playing with 10
and 11 year olds, although my cousin’s 10 year old son (Nick) acts like
he is about 4 when he plays, well, anything competitive. I know he is
only 10, but he is a whiney bitch. He has a 10 year old step brother
(Dillon) who we all love and he doesn’t whine as much. I have written
about the whiney kid before. This time, we were playing 2 hand touch
and it was myself and Dillon against my brother John and Nick. First
damn play of the game, Dillon caught a pass and ran past Nick. Nick
only touched him with one hand and Dillon scored. I said it was a
touchdown and Nick said no, he had touched him with his hand. I said it
was 2 hand touch and he started whining that I never said that. Every
other person within in hearing distance (which was about 5 people) said
that we said it was 2 hand touch and Nick still said it wasn’t and said
“thats it, I’m not playing.” Well, I wasn’t in the mood to take any of
his shit so I quickly fired back “well, if you aren’t playing then get
off the field, we can find somebody else to play.” He walked off and
said he was going to tell his dad. I don’t know if he ever did, but his
dad never said anything to me. Then again, his dad knows how he is.
Anywho, the kid that took his place was pretty damn good and he kicked
our asses. Oh well. Later on we played again (Nick didn’t play) and
Dillon ran several times into a thorn bush and had little prickly cuts
on his legs, arms, and face. I told him I was sorry because I led him
there, being that I was QB and he was a receiver. He then said “no, I’m
the one that ran there, you just threw it.” How cool is that? His step
brother would never say anything like that.

Softball was a lot of fun. I always like to pitch, but I’m the only one
that likes when I pitch, so I was stuck playing shortstop, which was
still cool. I had fun, but I’m going to save you all the
details………..we played and had fun.

Really, I got nothing else. I mowed the lawn yesterday for the first
time since May and hung out at Mark’s house and played
with……….ok, held my niece. Being 12 days old, she doesn’t do much
playing. Its pretty much just you hold her and she may or may not throw
up on you. In my case, she stared at me (poor girl) and fell slept. I
wonder what babies think. How boring a life that must be. Then again,
everybody does everything but swallow and shit for you, so I guess it
can’t be all that bad.

All right, by popular demand, here is a link so that everybody can
click on it and find out just what a Hollaback girl is. It has the
lyrics to the song by Gwen Steffani along with a translation, you know,
for white people that aren’t hip. As we all know, non-celebrity white
people aren’t hip, they pretty much follow the lead of the black people
they know. Honestly, blacks are way more hip than whites. Usually, the
blacks are the trendsetters and come up with something hip. By the time
the whites get around to it, its no longer hip and the hip people have
moved on to something else, its really quite frustrating for people
like myself. Its like we are always missing the joke or showing up late
to the party. Anywho, here is the link:

http://www.slangcity.com/songs/hollaback_girl.htm

If you go down to the bottom of the page, there is a little glossery of terms.

Today, I made the purchase of the Simpsons 6th season DVD. Damn, I love
that show. There are some classic, great episodes in the 6th season. It
just helps to re-confirm to me that the Simpsons is one of the top 5 tv
shows of all time. Its not even the fact that its sooooooo damn funny
that makes it so good. Sure, that helps, but the social commentary and
the way they skeur (spelling please) pop culture, politics, religon and
the world in general that makes it so great. Nothing is off limits.
They even make fun of themselves. A lot. Anyhthing goes. I know a lot
of people say its not nearly as funny and as good as it used to be and
I do agree to an extent. But, the last 2 seasons, they have had some
very good episodes mixed in with some bad ones. They have really become
very political recently, even moreso then earlier seasons. For example,
in the 2003-04 season, they had an episode that poked a lot of fun at
those patriotically correct losers. Other episodes in the last 2
seasons have had gay money………I mean, gay marraige (thats a line
from the episode…….classic) leaglized in Springfield, they have had
Homer thinking the end of the world was coming, and Bart as a Catholic.
All of them will become Simpsons classics someday. As for this 6th
season that I bought today, it is amazing. I watched about 5 or 6
episodes and it just cracked me up so much, my stomach was hurting from
laughing so hard. So many of my favorites and classic episodes from
this season, such as Marge becoming a cop, Marge being afraid of
flying, the lemon tree being stolen, when Marge got pregnant with
Maggie, among many others I didn’t get a chance to watch on the DVD
yet. And, there are  so many subliminal jokes, when you watch them
first run, you are unable to stop and read some of the fast moving
jokes. Granted, I have seen every episode, but older episodes from,
say, before the 10th season are not aired as often in syndication.
Plus, there are so many to choose from, over 325 episodes. So, going
back and watching these episodes I haven’t seen in a long time makes me
appreciate them even more so. Plus, they are not edited for
syndication, so that means I’m seeing stuff I haven’t seen since it was
orignally aired. Damn, I love this show much, I can’t get enough of it.
When I think about it, though, in my year of being on this blog, I
think this is the first time I have written in-depth about the
Simpsons.

Big day today, people. Today, I found out what a hollaback girl is.

Last night I was watching the Daily Show and they showed dumb fuck Pat
Robertson actually praying on tv that there is another vacency on the
Supreme Court. Ok, how wrong is this? For the most part, he is praying
for the misfortune of others. Lets face it, most justices will not
retire until they either die or can no longer function.  William
Rehenquist has cancer right now and for Robertson to be praying for a
vacency, well, thats just very inappropriate. He isn’t coming right out
and wishing ill will on Rehenquist, but he might as well. And, I’m
appalled that the pussy, panzee ass Democrats let him and dumb asses
like him get away with this sort of shit. The hate mongering Christians
had some sort of gathering called “Legal Sunday” (at least, I think
that was the name of it) in which they were trying to drum up support
for their hate-filled causes. And, what is most pathetic about this, is
that they are crying victim. They try to claim themselves as being
minorities and the government hating them. Its disgusting. Sorry, but
you are not anymore victims than the whites were with slavery. They say
their rights are being violated. Sorry, they are going to have to do
better than that. When gays (and other people for that matter) ask for
rights, such as the right to marry, it doesn’t take away rights from
anybody else, so how are they victims? The thing is, they have nothing
else. Legally, they can’t come up with another argument. It was the same way back in the 50s and 60s when blacks were
trying to get rights, the white supremecists tried saying their rights
were being violated.

Oh, and by the way, how is it that people like Robertson and Falwell
are judging gays? Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the judging only
supposed to be done by God? What, did God come down and make them Lt.
God? Did I miss something? Was I asleep for the whole Lt God
appointment on these 2 fucks? Seems to me, if God gave them some sort
of judging authority, we would have heard something about it, as I’m
sure FOX news would have been there to report and decide for us. After
all, they would have had more coverage of that than the Michael Jackson
trial. And, its
not good enough for them to say “God told me to judge people” because
if you don’t have witnesses to God telling you this, than it just
doesn’t count. Yet, they have said God told them to do shit. How is
that any saner than the psycho that says “God told me to kill 56
people” or “God told me to burn down my  house.” Then again, how
sane can Pat Robertson be? After all, this is the same guy that tried
to pray away a hurricane from hitting his house. I for one have had
enough of their bullshit.

Here is another thing a stupid bitch said at that same gathering. She said
that the biggest threat to America right now is these so called
“activist judges”. Nevermind that such a thing doesn’t exist (what,
they don’t side the way you want them to, so you call them names and
ask for their ouster) but I don’t know if this lady has been living as
a hobo going from town to town on meat packing trains, but there are
terrorists and they don’t like us very much. Shit, even most
Republicans can agree that terrorits are the biggest threat. After all,
I don’t know about you people, but I can’t remember the last time a
judge flew planes into our buildings or blew up one of our aircraft
carriers. And I’m not letting the democrats off on this one. Those
pussy ass bitches need to step up and stop letting these people say and
do shit like this. These Christian conservatives have made a mockery of
our constitution and are trying to control our lives (and when I say
our lives, I don’t just mean gays) and scare us into believing what
they believe. Clearly they are out of control and nobody seems to be
doing anything to stop them.

Here’s an idea. Instead of spending 5 weeks on vaction in Crawford
fucking Texas, why not spend 5 weeks in Iraq? You know, it would be,
what, about 1/10 of the time actual soliders are spending in Iraq.

Is it just me, or does Bill Clinton look like hell? I don’t know if
anybody saw him on the cover of the Chicago Tribune the other day, but
he looks 70 years old. I know he had those heart surgeries recently,
but man, he is really looking more then his age.

I met Adrian last night. I left at about 5 minutes to 7, shooting to be
there before 8. The drive was fine, I got there about 7:45ish. Parking,
on the other hand, was not fine. Because there are 6 parking spaces in
the entire city of Chicago, I had to circle for what seemed like a long
fucking time. I eventually pulled over and called Adrian, letting him
know I was in the area and asking for a good place to park. He told me
parking is a bitch and to just keep trying. Shortly thereafter, I found
a spot on Irving Park. I walked to his house, which was about a block
or so away. I rang the buzzer. He said he would be down in a minute. As
usual when I meet somebody for the first time, I was slightly nervous.
You never know what to expect. It was nearly dark, but I could see a
shadowy figure coming from behind the gates. Wow, that makes him sound
like the grim reaper. He, in fact, wasn’t the grim reaper. Actually, I
can’t confirm that, but I can confirm that nobody visibly died while I
was in his presence. He was shorter than I expected, but also very
cute. Actually, he might have been boarderline hot. He has a great
smile! I love a great smile.

We walked to the nearby Coldstone Creamry. On the way, I was able to
look down Addison and see Wrigley Field. Damn, I fucking love that
place. We walked in and I made a fool out of myself ordering the “Iced
Cream”. Not that it was a bad fooling. It was a fun fooling, you know,
the kind that makes you look kinda charming. Ok, I’m really reachin’
for this, I guess there probably is no such thing as a charming
fooling. Anywho, I had the cheesecake ice cream. So did he. We sat on a
table and made fun of people passing by with their annoying little
dogs. We spoke of many different things, such as religon, politics, (I
know, 2 things people should never talk about, but we agree on both, so
that helps), animals, our families among other things. I made him laugh
a few times……….and I think it was legit laughter too and not just
pity laughs. Ok, some of them might have been pity laughs. But, I’d
like to think, most of them weren’t. After a while, I had to make
really bad, but the Coldstone didn’t have a bathroom. So, we wen’t next
store to the Carabu Cafe, where we had some crappy tea and I got to use
the can. We talked more about movies and I asked him what his favorite
movie was. He said so many people ask that, but there are so many and
he can never think of just one. So, I said “Well, ok then, what is the
worst movie you have seen?” Without hesitation, he said Starship
Troopers. I never did see that movie, and I guess thats not a bad
thing. We stood there until about 10 in the PM at which time it was
decided that it was getting late and we should head back home.

I walked him to his apartment. He said he did not want me to come in
because his apartment was a mess. I don’t know what to make of this. I
believe him, because he didn’t let me in when I first got there either.
Its not like I was looking for sex, I just wanted to hang out more and
I felt like we were loitering at the coffee house. We also sat outside
his building talking for a good 10-15 minutes. I wanted to kiss him,
but you know how there is always that weird akwardness. I told him I
had a good time and would like to go out again sometime. He agreed. We
continued to talk and at the end of the night, he told me that he would
talk to me online. See, I don’t know if thats a good thing or what. I
know he was sitting there wondering what I was thinking, as I was
sitting there thinking the same thing. You know, it would be so much
easier if we could just ask what the other person was thinking. Why
can’t we? I guess I’m just socially retarded when it comes to dating.
You never ask what the other person is thinking. But, why should we
have to wonder and analyze the whole thing? I mean, I don’t know, did
he like me? Does he want to see me again? He seems like an honest
person, so I’m going to say yes. All I know, is that of all the guys
that I have meet online that I went out on dates with, our
personalities have clicked better than any of those other guys, so I
can see at least a shred of potential here. Still, I’m left to wonder,
should I have called today? Is the day after phone call a requirement
if I like him? Do I email? Oh, why can’t they make a manual for this
sort of thing.