Memorial Day

I'm not one of those people who view war as a sport and America as the home team to root for no matter what. But I do show a bit of patriotism every now and then. People join for different reasons. Young and dumb, idealistic, trying to make something of themselves, tough guys proving themselves, or whatever. Its easy in this era of bullshit, to criticize the weapon and not the one(s) who use it. These past Memorial Days in the Bush years push the importance of intelligent leadership for our country, hard into my head. I don't respect a man for dying anymore than a man who lived. Actions are what count, and not everyones a hero because of their job title. I still respect the notion of everyday people signing themselves into service (for whatever personal reason) so that our country can remain our home. We citizens need to respect that by ensuring our leadership isn't a group of cock-bent idiot money-humpers.

 Burial

My grandpas burial was recent, and that was more difficult than I thought. I guess being summer, it feels worse not having him around the farm. I just wasn't prepared to feel loss still, so long after the funeral. I hate emotions, and I'm always full of em.
Here are some pictures (I did not take them)

 SPAM

  I rarely have spam come through, but once in a while one slips though the cracks of my super-aggressive, state of the art email filtering software. This one is pure gold:

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 Thing of Beauty

I present... The Retro Air Jordan 1 (low)

   I finally found the most beautiful shoe ever created by man or God. It was nearly impossible to find this, and probably would have been if not for my brother Steve. We first found this amazing piece of art last summer at the Outlet Mall, and there was only one pair, WAY too big for me. Steve ended up buying them. And I've since searched for a pair of my own, to no avail. Then one day Steve found a site that not only had the non-high top version, but also in my size. Just amazing. Truly amazing.

 A Defeated Man

I slipped AGAIN coming in to work today. Same knee, same exact spot on my knee. About three feet farther from the spot I was defeated on the last time.

Ok Sidewalk, you win. I give up. You are a greater power than I will ever be. Your strength and resiliency are to be admired by all. And Gravity, you are the best tag-team partner for any match. I realize now what a fool I was to think that I could take you both on. I resign my license and hereby retire from professional sidewalk wrestling. You win.

 Ive Had Enough

Today I awoke to more snow. After having days with nearly everything melted, and hot enough to not wear a jacket, nature decided to throw this at us. This back and forth is taking a toll. Now that the plow has gone through, I have to leave for work and do battle with the sidewalk.

 More!=Better

  Just a few minutes ago, I opened a can of pop and began to take a sip. This can was over-filled, and caused me to spill the excess down the front of my shirt. It made me think: people always want more, but sometimes more isn't good. Sometimes "more", just spills down the front of your shirt.

 Sidewalks are hard

Today I slipped on the ice outside, on my way to work. For the first time I think, I just accepted that I fell, and didn't try to pick it up into a jog, pretend I'm tying my shoe or found treasure or something. I wasn't embarrassed that I fell. The weather is so backwards, I think its damned good and expected for me to tumble in this shit. My mental reflex was "Fuck, I hope my laptops ok. And fuck this weather. Fuck, look at this shit!" And that was different than the usual "Oh shit, I hope no one saw that!" As a side-note: Fuck this weather. You won this round, sidewalk... but the battle wages on!

 Jericho Cancelled

It has taken me a while to calm down enough to write about this. But Jericho has been cancelled again. I'm not sure what kind of hell I am about to unleash upon the network, but rest assured that it will be swift and of the utmost precision. My wrath has been evoked, and judgment has been passed. CBS, pain unlike anything humankind has experienced will rain down through the very core of your soul, making your every fiber wretch and beg for deaths sweet release. Your concept of pain will be rebuilt. I will make your most pleasant dream to be cast in a salt-mound, skinless and without eyelids. OR someone can pick up the series and run it on Sci-Fi Channel maybe?? Hmmm?

 Ode to Govt. Pizza

You know what I miss? High-school cafeteria pizza. My senior year, I said that it would be the thing I missed the most, and correctly predicted that there would be no way to obtain it as an adult. I should have stockpiled it when I had the chance, but it was too awesome not to eat. And they only gave me that one piece at a time (fucking fascists). I'm sure other people have weird school cafeteria foods that they loved. There was always some kid or kids who had an abnormal obsession with the sticky rice with brown sugar (whatever that was called). I'll bet they feel the same way I do now (try to find rice in a store that has that same consistency and flavor). I was a pizza-guy. And for some reason, I really liked those rectangles of over-processed goodness. We all understood that the cafeteria food was shit, but it was like eating fast-food. You know its bad, but it tastes so fucking good when you're hungry. As I said, for some reason (mild hallucinogens, hormones, anti-depressants?), that pizza was fucking delicious to me. Shitty, high-school cafeteria pizza: Thank you for your ability to stick to ceilings for months at a time, and providing me with something to anticipate and enjoy in an over-controlled, oppressive, judgmental and critical community. You are missed.