It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Friday was my birthday. Yes, I'm just now getting around to posting about it. Almost a week later. That's just how I do things, sorry. But anyways, if you take a look at the picture you will see that yes it does say 28 on the cake. Obviously it has Spiderman on it. I am probably the only 28 year old who still gets superheroes on his cakes. Other than Comicbook Guy. But to everyone who would like to mock me now, no I do not live in my parents basement, I have my own car and steady live-in girlfriend and I hold down a job that is not in a comic book store.
So there, nah. Besides, it's more fun than having a boring old cake that you forget about after it's been devoured. But all in all it was a good birthday and gifts were cool. And I got my ass beat which is a time honored tradition. Booyaka.

I won't have her tunnel bandied about this office, willy-nilly

In the spirit of the TV show "The Office" and movie "Office Space", Nate has decided to create a whole new blog dedicated to the real happenings of the office in which we work. I am a co-author of this blog which means now I have two blogs with which to waste my time. But this new one will only contain the true events of our daily dosage of office dumbfoundery. Is that even a word? Shit, who cares, nobody reads this anyways. But now there are two blogs to post things that nobody reads. Well, at least I could catch a monkey.

Because sometimes you have to ride someone else's wave

I did a little work last night while listening to some old jams, such as Das Efx's "Straight Up Sewaside" and Busta Rhymes "The Coming" but it wasn't until I popped in "The Blueprint" did the juices start to flow. I guess sometimes you have to ride someone's else's wave of "I'm the baddest motherfucker on earth". I guess Jay Z never said that but he probably believes it. Either way, that shit got me hyped. But of course all his talk about how rich he was didn't rub off on me as I am still here at my day job, working for someone else. The satellite radio is having the reverse effect on me feeling like I am the baddest and I am making pictures like this now:


Yeah, that sucks. But I did hear Billy Joel's Heart Attack-ack-ack-ack song today. And at least that leaves a smile on my face.

Yoga Yoga Yoga

I hope nobody is reading this because I really don't have anything to write about. But as Aqua Teen Hunger Forces' Ol'Drippy said "idle hands spend time at the gentiles." I am at work, so it wouldn't be that good of an idea to be idle. I just finished sifting through all my email forwards and Orbitz was tired of my 400-160 win record in pool so they decided to reset my user ID. Bitches. But I couldn't leave well enough alone so I re-registered and am up 10-1 already. Bitches. The called me Mustard when I was really Ketchup so I had to zap their stupid asses. I'm made out of laffy-taffy. I wish I could zap Classmates and Freecreditreport.com for all the shit they keep sending me. And I just want to know who really thinks Billy Madison is funnier that Happy Gilmore? I mean really, it had Action Jackson in it. I had never watched Billy Madison until a few days ago and it was f-ing dumb. But at the same time it had it's moments so I can't hate it too much. The Bob Barker fight trumps it, hand down. Sorry, Billy.

*Random thought- Play Street Fighter Alpha 2 and pick Dhalsim, then jump into the air and hit the taunt button. Ha Ha.*

Do You Know Who I Am?

It looks like the only thing I did right this weekend was get shot full of holes. We played Halo at my cousin's Saturday night. After watching the Jayhawks lose to Bradley, I was in the mood for some killn'. And kill I did. However, looking at my bullet-riddled body laying all spread eagle while waiting to respawn took up most of the night. I also got hit in the face a lot with the butts of other people's guns. But it was all worth it in the spirit of fun. That and Nate sucks a lot worse than I do. Remember that time I hit you in the back of the head with my gun? Oh, no you don't, ha. I did end up carrying my team towards the end of the night since Michael, Todd and Linden weren't pulling their weight. Yup, it was all me, leading our team straight into the jaws of defeat. Well, we all played well but the youngin's there still showed us up. Royce got a good portion of it on film but I don't know how much he can use without editing for massive amounts of swearing. "Wait, he went over, where did he, no, oh shit, goddamnit not again. Hurry up and spawn. Alright now, damn man, you fucking fragged me, hurry up and spawn." Yeah, that was my night. But as I left, Jonathan challenged me to a game of Street Fighter Alpha. One day the boys will learn that I've been playing Street Fighter when they were still in elementary school. And that's where I took him. Yeah Yeah. They also showed us a video called "Juggernaught bitch." It's an episode of X-Men dubbed over with some hilarious commentary. Comb your beard and go to youtube.com to view it asap.

C-Murder didn't kill nobody

I find it hilarious that the murder case for C-Murder, Master P's little brother and founder of No Limit records, had his murder trial thrown out today. That's comedy. The man named C-Murder didn't kill anybody. Apparently, C-Murder is just his "stage" name.

What's up Texas, What's up

Only one thing to say... Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

Question: If Zangief asked to borrow your car, would you let him?

I wouldn't. Look at his face...

The boredom is killing me, oh wait, it's a bullet

I think that if the opportunity presented itself right now, I would cross the streams.

But then if I had then I would not have had the chance to hear Shane in Quality Assurance shut down some dealer. That's right! Tell that motherfucker! I hate them so much. I mean, whatever happened to courtesy. I love it when dealers call from dealerships named "Friendly" and they absolutely are not. In fact, the polar opposite. Do they call the phone company like that. Do they call up to see what it would take to get digital cable and completely talk all over the person who picks up. I mean they are trying to help you, asshole. Just like we are. I cannot understand being rude to someone who is honestly trying to help you. Maybe if they are in such a hurry to talk to their paper buyer, then maybe they should be prepared before they call. Calling up and demanding to speak with who ever before you even really understand why you are calling defeats the purpose of being in a hurry. Because the person that picks up the call is going to ask them for their name,dealership and application number. Name, rank, number, simple as that. But I guess you can't expect too much from someone when you ask them which state they are calling from and they tell you the name of the dealership. Good job.

I can't sleep

Sometimes I think I should go back to school. I know I'm not the best at anything I do but damnit if she can get a master's in illustration then I figure I should at least be able to flunk out of a master's program. I'm sure her foundation work is probably the shit, though. She probably can really draw and paint. But if that's the case then maybe she should show that instead. And maybe I should keep my mouth shut until I'm published, as she is. Until then take this, Pow!

Her Cheshire Cat picture is pretty dope though...

Going Hungry

Since it's lent and I can't have any meat, I finally am letting Nate borrow Aqua Teen Hunger Force Volume One in exchange for the first season of the BBC The Office. Rise chicken, rise.

Clip Art

I've been on a clip art kick for a few days now. It's fun and easy to take a random picture and give it a quote that has noting to do with the picture. Try it, it's fun!

I think it's time to go home

Bordom does this to me. I can't help it. I want my work day to be over, ugh.

Spacecataz part one

What do you say to a 48 year old woman who is drunk on a Sunday night and sleeping with your 25 year old friend who says "your friends with the all inportant jobs are leaving" in that tone and my sister Christina and Sarah are coming off a 14 and 12 hour work day with mentally handicapped people and Sarah has to get up the next day at seven to run a participant for her research study and go to class and then work from two to 10 with the same afore mentioned people and the friend is making out with her and she introduces herself as an actress that showed her breast in a Manson family movie that she was in at one time. Yeah... I didn't say anything to her either.

Rise of the Machines

Today was a titantic battle against the evil machines of the office. Nate and I fought valiantly against the printer while fending off an un-ending assault by the fax machine. Just look at it. The fax machine just looks like a jerk.


Those two slots look like beady, evil little eyes and notice it's gnarled, fanged, wide faced grin. Just evil. I'm sure Nate will elaborate more here...

Hey kid, you wanna see a dead body?

Untitled 02-08-06

I input the last plug and all my senses are flooded. Static and white noise fills my eyes and ears. Curled up on the floor I try to block it all, but it feeds directly into my brain. Scratching and crawling on the floor I search for a way to cut the feed but to no avail. Only by luck do I trip over the control box. Fumbling with blind fingers I find the X and Y pitch. The static dies, still shouting it's curses as the picture fades in. And it is beautiful.

I wish I could spit in the face of every one of them and smile

I might as well work for the sanitation department because then I would work with literal pieces of shit instead of the figurative pieces of shit that would consist of the car dealers I spend the better part of my days listening to the incessant word vomit and bullshit spewing from the assholes in their faces they call mouths. If I could only spit in the face of every one of them and smile. I hate them, as I hate Hell and all Montagues.

Jesus Christ! Get the Escalade, we're out of here!

You know, I can understand someone being upset about others making fun of something that is sacred to you. But at the same time I can't understand wanting to behead someone over it. That means I would have to kill the staff of not only The Family Guy but also The Simpson, who I have already contemplated killing because of the awful writing. I'm sorry, but that just eludes me and maybe it's because of my religious background, but I will never understand killing another over an ignorant insult that can be ignored. But the protesters... They do not want to be pictured as terrorist and instead want to be seen in this holiest of holy lights when they are chanting about how the cartoonist need to have their heads removed from their bodies. Is that how you honor you God, is by breaking his laws. Maybe avenging his reputation outweights killing a human being but the way I figure, if he created the universe, he doesn't need my help in punishing some smart-ass cartoonist. I'm not attacking Islam but the clerics need to think about how the world sees them. They are considered holy men but there are those that are inciting the crowds with calls for revenge. "Holy men", huh. Is this how worldly, honorable, God fearing men behave. It sounds like it helps their agenda more than Gods. I just wish that they would understand that if you want to be seen as a peaceful people, you can't blow other people up, infidels or not.

Inanimate... I'll show him inanimate!

I'm nursing a headache that I've had most of the day. I'm sure it's from being overworked. I've been at work since about 1 am last night, though not exactly here. I came in last night when I went to sleep. I dreamt that I was at work, which of course sucks. Dreaming and dreaming of my usual workday. But something strange has been happening to me this week. Almost every night I have been waking up at about 5 am. It's kind of starting to freak me out. So when I woke up again last night at the usual time I didn't think too much about it besides the obvious strangeness of it. I tossed and turned for a while which has become the 5 am ritual and eventually fell asleep again. And began to dream again... About being at work, again. And not a continuation but a different dream altogether. As if I don't spend enough time here already. I don't remember what movie it was but they mentioned the working all day and now they get your dreams too. I've already worked my eight hours and now here I am, working another. Why don't they just use a gun.

Why Work?

Ok, so it's 3:52 am. I've been drawing and drinking and fretting about whether or no to show up to my 10 year high school reunion. And of course there is work tomorrow. I wish all I had to do was to worry about how strong my karate was like Akuma here.

Carve weird wooden men, practice karate and hang a whipping on Ryu's ass every now and then. That would be the life.

Steppn' out

I hate clubs. Even more, I hate clubs in Wichita. But it is Mark's birthday so I guess it would be wrong to not go, damn it. I just hate clubs so much. I'm crossing my fingers something will come up but more than likely I'll be sitting at the table, nursing my one beer for the night and waiting for the girls to get tired of dancing so that we can leave. At least Sarah and Christina have to work early tomorrow and everyone hates crowds, so maybe we will have an early night. Here's hoping. I hate clubs.

So now we're Nazis

Damn it. Now we're Nazis. I always thought they were the bad guys, like in the Indiana Jones movies or Castle Wolfenstein. But now, according to the much loved Dicta... President of Cuba, Fidel Castro, our president Bush is as bad as Hitler. Now I'm no fan of our cowboy, smoke em' out, draw!, it's curtains (?) president but that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. In order to compare him to Hitler he would have to get the whole country behind him, a feat I must add, he has not accomplished, convince us that causing bodily harm to a minority group of people is OK and carry out such atrocities as were seen during world war two. I'm sorry, but he has not crossed that line yet, no matter how unconstitutional the wiretaps were, which I must also protest. Either way, Between Fidel and Hugo, the communist Marx Brothers who muscled their way into "office" sure have a lot to say about us instead of focusing of the shit that's happening in their own countries.

And remember, you must find the jade monkey before the next full moon

So I had a rather uneventful weekend, other than getting a fix-it ticket for the burnt out headlight on the truck. Which because of I have to make this observation. You never see cops when someone else on the road is in violation, whether it be a headlight, speeding or driving drunk. But as soon as you inch on to the road they just materialize behind you, lights flashing and sirens wailing. Oh well, it's only a fix-it ticket. They looked right over the twenty corpses I happened to be taking to the pig farm that night. And I am aware that the title of this post has nothing to do with the subject, thanks.

I Need Money And A Big Wall

Part of the problem with my work is that I do not have the funds or means to create the things I would like to. An example would be a series I did that I believe would look really good if they were printed as very large murals:



Either way, I lack the printing capabilities or the wall space. I do have to agree with Sarah though. Since I do not possess these things I will have to keep doing what I do until I have the opportunities to create on the that scale. She said instead of the Sake bottle or the black mask that no one could tell what it is, she said I should have used one of these:

A bad scan though it is...

My fours

I received this email from my friend Sean so I decided to post it here. Here are my fours:
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:
1. Scrapyard
2. Warehouse
3. Picture framer
4. Call center stooge
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
1. Akira
2. Top Gun
3. Star Wars (original trilogy)
4. Edward Scissorhands
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN
1. Wichita, KS
2. Wichita, KS
3. Wichita, KS
4. Wichita, KS
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. The Simpsons re-runs (The new ones suck )
2. Family Guy
3. Ku Basketball
4. Chapelle Show
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION
1. San Francisco, California
2. Taos, New Mexico
3. Chicago,Il (hi Emily!!!!!)
4. Houston,Tx
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. Carpathian Kitten Loss
2. CNN.com
3. Fighting In A Sack.com
4. Decafe Photography
FOUR OF YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS
1. Kwan Court
2. Old Chicago
3. Kobe Steakhouse
4. Any place I can get Sake
FOUR SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED
1. Wichita State University
2. Butler County Community College
3. Northeast Magnet High school
4. Brooks Middle School
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Shepherd's pie
2. Pizza
3. Dad's BBQ Burgers
4. Chilidogs
FOUR THINGS YOU WANT RIGHT NOW
1. A One Man Show
2. A House
3. No more headaches, literal or figurative
4. A chance to see more of the world without the fear of being kidnapped
FOUR NICKNAMES YOU'VE HAD
1. Ry
2. Black
3. H-Dogg
4. Dat Nigga Daz

Still nothing

Maybe the picture I sent to Juxtapose wasn't good enough. After looking through the reader's art section, maybe I should have sent something more like this:
They would probably post this since it looks like the type of art they like to promote. If you look through the reader art section and even some of the features, you will see some evidence that it really doesn't take much to be an artist other than who you know. I'm not trying to disrespect any artist, only the institution that has become modern art.

Another title-less post

Another title-less post. Another Tuesday at work. Another unfinished picture at home. Another day without any new emails. Another feeling of discontent. Another post with no comments.

No news yet

I submitted the photo of my sake flask to Juxtapose the other day under the reader art section. It's the one from the December 5th post. I haven't heard or seen anything yet but I'm not giving up. I'm trying to be nice to the art world and not hit them over the head, but maybe that's what it will take. Something like this:
Is that too morbid? I just hope it's different that the cookie cutter art that is being churned out at all these fancy art schools. But maybe it's too dark and uncomfortable for the masses. In the way that Goya's "Saturn Devouring His Children",1819-1823, was for the 19th century. I hope so. Maybe that's morbid of me but hey, I did make this after all. I just don't want to be too dark because that stigma tends to stick and if I ever feel like making more of my bullshit, silly-ass pictures, everyone will say that I sold out. Maybe then it's good that I"m not an artist and those that call themselves artist choose to ignore me.

Just to piss me off

So Saturday and Sunday where actually nice days. So I decided, "hey, it's been very long time since I washed my car and it's kind of disgusting. So I will." And I did. My car enjoyed just a little over 24 hours of being clean. And then... It snowed. Now it looks like it did before I washed it. Like ashy Larry.

Update

Also on my lunch break I went home and while there realized that I did not have my wallet. I looked everywhere for it but to no avail. Finally I said a prayer to Saint Anthony. Yep god ol' never-helps-me-find-anything-despite-being-the- patron-saint-of-lost-items Saint Anthony. So in my frustration I vowed never to ask him for anything again. Again. And then I found my wallet. Such a twisted relationship we have.

Punching things

I find it a little strange that if you select "punching things" under my interest list, two girls under the age of eighteen and a "Battle Bovine" appear. I just thought that was interesting. Maybe not.

Another untitled post

Is any of this art? I make pictures sure. But really, is any of it art? I feel kind of bummed out because no matter how bomb I think something is, I get the same responses to it all. I don't feel like it's good enough if people are still wearing socks after they see it. If I don't hear the next day that the picture I showed them the previous day was the shit, then I feel like a failure. All this time, and no one really cares. And yes this is my late night boo-hoo post but damnit, sometimes I need to. So much time feels lost with only irrelevant pictures to show for it all. I want to hit people hard but everyone walks away like it was a slap. And maybe I'm showing the wrong people. Or maybe the layman's opinion is the most trustworthy.

Bull's Eye

Why is it that whenever you come outside and your car has been bombarded by bird shit, there is never any on the ground around your car. That's right, they aim for your car. They make a game of it. I've watched them. They give each other extra points if they nail your windshield while you are driving or if you are leaving the car wash. Assholes. My car was riddled today, but strangely enough, the cars parked in the same area were not touched. Assholes.

Now leaving 2005

Well, so long '05. I'm writing this while nursing a hang over. I'm convinced the smaller the party, the more you drink. With only about seven people, I thought it was a lot of fun. But I was drunk... Yeah, work it.

I don't suppose anyone will forgive me for posting these but you know... It had to be done. I couldn't not post these. Thanks for the title Royce.
She really wasn't as fucked up as the picture might suggest but I snapped it at an opportune blackmail moment, yessss. Chi-ching!
Here's Sarah, playing the Gunstar Hero, who captured everything that happened that night. It was fun, but I'm glad 2005 is over. It was a pretty non-descript year with some definite low points. But here we all are in the next year.

King of Hands Cancelled?

I've received word that the King of Hands tournament is going to be cancelled. Oh well. So much for my harcore workout regime of donuts and soda pop. And I was starting to feel my ki growing in my toes again. To bad I can't touch them.

Getting smooshed is not on the cool list

So I played Shadow of the Colossus last night. It was awesome. I don't particularly care for the teleportation back to the temple after slaying a colossus, but other than that it's great. I'm not sure about the replayabilty but it is definitely a must play. It has the same air of wonder and excitement as Ico, obviously. But there is a story developing that I have my suspicions about and I can't wait to see how right I am.

Oh yeah, here are some pictures I took Saturday of the job Brian and I did on Nate's desk.
It was more Brian but I contributed with the picture and the "it looks like someone has a case of the Mondays". I also told Brian to tape his notary stamp so that when he tried to use it, it wouldn't work. Take that Tonto!

Holidays on weekends suck

Having to come back to work right after Christmas blows. Especially when you have cool presents. But at least we are slow. Sooooo slow. I've been looking non-stop at the website for Shadow of the Colossus. Sarah bought it for me for Christmas and I can't wait to crack it open and feast upon the gooey insides. You have to check this game out, at least to revel in the art direction. It's by the same people who did Ico. If you never played that game then you suck and I'm glad you missed a modern day masterpiece. I have to go home and play it. I really can't sit still in my chair. I have to play it! My parent also bought me X-Men Legends 2. It looks awsome and it's multi-player, which is totally sweet. I still wish I could get my hands on the arcade version of X-Men. All in all it was a good haul and from what I could tell everyone was pleased with their gifts. Saturday sucked because we were dead then too, so I decided to take some pictures of my work space so Sarah could see the suck that my life is.

This is my space. Until a few weeks ago, the only things on my walls were work releated. Nothing to tell who sat in my seat, no personal effects.

Here is a lovley shot of my notary stamp. Beautiful.

Snores-ville and a guilty sensation

It is Christmas eve and I'm at work. I am soooo bored. But I volunteered and it's all overtime. Chi-ching. But I am very bored. And no sooner do I write that, something slides over on the fax machine. Me and my big, letter writing pen. It's probably a Mexico insurance policy. How much do you want to bet? Oh that's right, it's Christmas eve and everyone is broke. But why is it when you go shopping for everyone else, you see a bunch of shit you want to buy yourself. But then you don't want to be a jerk and spend all your money on yourself. Besides, that's what all the after Christmas sales are about. You went shopping, saw piles of stuff you want and can't have but now since it's after Christmas you can forget all the bullshit presents you bought everyone else and really get down to purchasing. All for Silas, all for Silas. What? Stop looking like that. I'm not the only one. Am I? Nah.

No more ranting

It has come to my attention that all I do anymore is rant, sometimes violently. I am a bit sick of it myself, so henceforth I will refrain from. I'll just have to squeeze it into a tiny, bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate moment, like the time I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle. Remember that? When I hit the referee with the bottle? So no more of it. Oh, and sorry for saying fuck so much.

Who gives a flying fuck?

This is all I'm going to write about the dumbass argument about evolution versus intelligent design. No one can prove where we all came from. At this point everything is a theory. You can't prove anything, either way. So everybody shut the fuck up and go back to your jobs, assuming you have one between your fucking crusades. Damn hippies.

And?

So now Saddam Hussein says the US beat him. And this of course is going to get him some kind of sympathy. Because we were so cruel to him, we overthrew his regime and hunted him down, and killed his sons, and now we've beat him. And? I saw a video where he watched one of his soldiers chop the hand off a prisoner. I wish I knew what that guy did to warrant that. And he's complaining that we beat him? Compared to the shit he did to people who said something about him he didn't like. I think they should publicly beat him. They should beat him on TV. They should show it in classrooms. Set TV's up in peoples houses who can't afford them so they can watch them beat his monkey ass. They need to fuck him up.

I didn't win a damn thing

Saturday night was the first of four company Christmas party's I attended. And I only went in the hopes that I would win something. In case you are wondering if I did, damnit, read the fucking title of this post. If you want details about the night then read Nate's blog. It was a waste of time for me, even though the cake was scrumptulescent.

City overrun by wild feral cats

Ok, so the top story on the front page of today's newspaper is "Kitty Clutter". It was about how the city is being overrun by wild, feral cats. They're cats... They aren't going to eat anyone's dog or beat you up and take your wallet. Just throw your shoe at them and run the other way. I like cats. See it here: http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/13402739.htm

Congratulations!

My younger sister graduated from Wichita State yesterday. Awesome. From what I can tell, the ceremony may have been good, but I'm not sure from the nosebleed section. But either way, I'm proud of her. She had the stomach I didn't and went all the way. That and she's going back for more. Between her and my older sister, they'll have more degrees than I can shake a stick at. See, she's the one in the black. Look at all those cords and medals. Obviously she is super-educated, smarter than Spock.And the proud relatives. Cousin Alex on the left and aunt Diane on the right. And in the far right background is the older sister Emily. Cool out back there money, you already had your day! She's super-educated too.
See, here she is in May getting her second degree. Word.

I love finding these

Ok, everyone needs to go here; WhiteKnight . I love finding these. Whenever I leave the house feeling like everything is ok in the world, I remember that there are people like this.

I should draw more

There was a time when I would draw everyday. Well into the night, blasting my music quietly in my headphones. Dirty hands, head lightened by the thick smell of marker. Riddled with teenage angst and a broken heart I would draw late hours in pen and ink, broken cites and anti-heroes. What fun... So why waste my days in a call center, inspecting Mexico insurance policies? Your guess is as good as mine. I could progress a lot farther if I tried. Here's the difference of four years in high school.

If the cold were a man, I would kill him.

And I mean good too. I'd get my hands on him. Real personal-like. Wrap my hands around his throat. And I don't mean choke. Throttle. Look him right in the eyes. Throttle. Watch his tongue slide out and see the panic in his eyes. You know the kind. Like when you're underwater and you feel like you can't get to the surface fast enough. Feel his strength fade. I hate the cold. Give another good squeeze before I let go. The cold is a real jerk.

Whiskey in the Jar

Actually it's sake. And damn tasty too. I just bought a Kodak Easy Share camera off of Nate. It's not too fancy but it takes pictures. Which is all I need right now. Just something to scratch the itch until after Christmas when I can afford to get something a little more capable. So expect a bunch of artsy, out of focus pictures to be posted at random the next few weeks... like this one I took of my breakfast yesterday. Coffee and a cereal bar. Mmm, now that's good eating!

Where's the Beef?

Ok, maybe I'm a day late in writing about this but hey, sue me. It was the last day of the month and I had to go renew my tags. So, on TV yesterday, our great leader gave a speech that would outline a plan to win the war in Iraq. Of course it came as no surprise that there was no plan. He got up there and blah blah blah-ed the whole time. Now I understand that he can't just come out and say " We are going to use a classic pincer move and swing in from the North and West and corner them in Ramadi and drop the hammer on them", but come on. Can you be a little more specific? Oh well. It's nothing new. Just that old familiar feeling of being left with more questions than answers. But how about that car chase in California? That shit was crazy. Did you see the dumbass that jumped out the car? Ouch! Remind me next time I'm ready to buy a new car to get a Toyota Carolla. That car took a beating and kept on going. Shazam!