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  GO FUCK YOURSELVES.

  09.25.08 | Permalink | 5 Comments

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  I can’t fucking wait for November. All my friends are pushy democrat faggots who apparently think I’m a fucking HEATHEN for not liking Obama (truth be told, I don’t like McCain either, I’m gonna be disappointed either way) and feel that they need to educate me on the wonders of the democratic party when I just want them to shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP.

  GOD.

• bitch, political, writing

  the state of things.

  08.20.08 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  I’ve tried to write this as.. non-vulgar as I can, but it simply cannot be done. That’s your warning.

  You know, it’s pretty pathetic that we reward our teachers with the wonderful present of depression come September. Even the FACT that a quote such as “Those who can’t, teach.” exists is repulsive. In a country that holds education so high, we really fuck our lower education schools and teachers.

  Here are our problems:

  1. Administration.
  a) Young teachers do not stay. This is a fact of life. 20-30 year-olds in a teaching position in a public school simply have more opportunity in other places, in other schools, shit, in other fields completely, so why should they stay? The administration fawns over them to keep them. They want career teachers, when they have them already. Older teachers get shit on. It’s almost as if their 10-30 year career opinion is worth less than the young teacher who has been there for 2.
  b) School boards. How much do you think they get paid? You’d think less, right? Or about equal to what a teacher would get? Yeah, you wish. I’ve heard of cases where the administration above teachers get double what a teacher gets. Now, I’m curious as to how these people think that’s anywhere near fair. Are you busting your ass daily to cram as much knowledge into these kids’ heads before the end-of-grade? Nope. So why do you get more? What makes you so much better than the people who guide our fucking kids through the first years of their life?
  c) Turnover. I touched on this above, but it works for administration too. When there is a principal that quits or is moved up, or transferred. When that happens, a vacuum of power is created, and it sucks up the next in line: the vice principal, or a principal in another school. These people are the worst thing to happen to a school, just above the school board. Imagine the most controlling, egotistical, superiority-complex-having person you can think of, and you might come close to a principal. Everything they see is their domain, and under their control. And change, they change everything. a new principal changes every system the teachers are used to. Some require daily meetings that last hours on end, some require lesson plans for each day, every hour of every day at the beginning of the week, leaving no flexibility for teachers in the least. Some principals show blatant favorites. The vice-principal you loved the day before, could be the principal you cannot stand the next day.

  2. The Kids.

  a) The kids themselves. There are always problem children. There will always be problem children. This is simply a fact of life, and must be dealt with by the teachers. Some offer incentives to behave, some simply retrain the child into acting decent, and some just cannot be reached. You know who actually gives a shit about education? The Latinos. I’m dead freaking serious, they send their kids in there and they’re the best performers throughout the school year. Not that it matters, in many states there is literally no way to fail a grade. Especially if there is no funding/option for summer school. No summer school, no failing. Just go on through! Isn’t that convenient? Why even bother?

  b) Punishment/incentive. At this point, many states are going to the pay-students-for-good-grades bullshit. And that’s what it is, it’s grade-A bullshit. I’m sorry, you don’t get paid to go to school. And with no failing, there is no incentive to act decent, or try to excel. Teachers can’t touch a kid. Period, end of story. Unless they’re in places like Texas, where paddling is still acceptable, and I applaud those places, I really do. I wish it was everywhere, because parents don’t do it anymore. How many people do you know that spank their kids? Either you love or hate the idea. There is no in-between. I am a product of spanking parents. If and when I have kids, I will spank them. That’s it. It’s a quick, easy punishment for kids to learn that they’re out of line. Did it suck as a kid? Sure it did, but did I do what I got spanked for again? Nope. Trying to explain to a 3-year-old why throwing a baseball through a window is a bad idea is not going to work. They’re fucking three years old. They don’t get it yet. Why, do you think, there are so many shows now about kids acting out and a superwoman coming in to save the day from the parents who have no course of action? Because no one spanks anymore, and kids aren’t getting it. Which brings me to:

  c) Parents. There are a few parents that care, don’t get me wrong. But the majority couldn’t give a flying fuck about how their kids do before, during, or after the school year. For many of these kids, they are simply paychecks for their parents. I’ve heard kids call their ADHD/ADD/mental disability checks they get from the government (when they are absolutely not) - “crazy checks” that they then spend on shoes, clothes, and other crap rather than the medication or doctor visits. In a classroom with 20+ kids, how many parents would you assume would show up at a pre-school-year conference where the parents can meet the school faculty? A good majority, right? Yeah, I think last year it was maybe.. 1 pair of parents. One. ONE.

  3. Government.

  a) Funding. This is something that’s good in some states, horrible in others. Here, where I am, they have the education lottery, which is a double-edged sword. People complain that the poor are the only ones that play the lottery, but the proceeds go to education - that’s a whole different article (and I’ve yet to see anyone I know actually win anything more than 5 dollars from it). Funding has always been a problem for schools. It’s not that they don’t get enough (which they don’t), it’s simply that it’s spend on frivolous things. Take a look at this. This is a Smart board, how I have to ask you: what possible use could an elementary school be doing with this? I will admit, the projector they supply is nice, but I have personally set up many of these systems, and they go unused. Some don’t even use the projector, but when they are used, they’re used for videos and/or referencing pictures on the internet. And these systems cost THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS. It’s not that the teachers don’t know how to use them, it is simply that there is no practical use for them when a twenty-dollar whiteboard can accomplish the exact same thing. Redirect these funds into things that are USEFUL, like textbooks that aren’t 10 years old, or more library books, or shit, give them to the teachers themselves to spend as they see fit.

  b) No Child Left Behind. This is the worst idea on the face of human history, you know.. in its scale. Auschwitz was a pretty bad idea. You know what I mean. This is actually what spawned the no-way-to-fail thing I mentioned before. States have grades to live up to, and NCLB pushes them to either dumb down their curriculum altogether to cater to the weakest link, or simply pass them without them knowing anything. It’s usually the former. There is simply nothing good about the NCLB program. Nothing.

  So you wonder about my rage. You wonder about my worry, this is why. And this is probably only half of it. I’m not privy to the real politics or struggles that go on in schools each day, this is an outside, slightly-biased view. I see teachers crying before the school year. Not one. Plural. Teachers, because they know what they face this year.

  And it’s the same as every other year.

• bitch, family

  fuck that.

  08.11.08 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  you know what, i don’t give a fuck who you are, you don’t talk about someone behind his back to his DAD to make YOU look better.

  learned my lesson. i was giving stephanie the benefit of the doubt, being nice, trying to see her in a better light, but fuck that.

  fuck.

  that.

  i ask her about pouring out the old gas in the tank, if she REALLY wants me to pour it on the ground, she said yes, just do what your dad wanted you to. i proceed to go work outside a bit, i come in and i certainly wasn’t quiet about entering, but i hear her talking upstairs, to dad. basically making me out to be a whiny bitch about pouring the gas out, telling him my reply to her earlier: “i don’t want to.” (because i didn’t really feel like polluting, killing the grass, just being a danger hazard) she said it like i was being bitchy ‘cos i didn’t want to do it in the first place, like a kid not eating his vegetables. the conversation went on painting me in a not-so-great light, so i just fucked off, did the rest of the work, went home.

  dad asked why i sounded so stressed when he called, i said it wasn’t really anything i could talk about. he pressed the issue, saying is it me, your mom, katy, friends.. didn’t mention stephanie. heh. so i didn’t feel like getting into that whole bullshit, so i said no, it’s fine. i’m fine.

  haha. trusting people is stupid. fucking bitch.

  and if you somehow read this in the future, which i highly doubt you will, this is a journal, only public. i’ve said plenty of things that have caused shit to rain down on me before with friends and family, so i’ve learned not to care if someone reacts badly. tough shit. either leave a comment, don’t read it, or don’t get mad. those are your choices.

• bitch, miscellaneous, writing

  retraction.

  04.06.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  regarding this post, specifically the bottom:

  i thought about it some more, and to dismiss aspberger’s altogether is stupid of me. does it exist? of course it does. do people have it? of course they do. does everyone have it that claims to have it? no, not in the least. i’m sorry you’re an awkward kid, but just because you think someone thinks you might have it doesn’t mean they can blame your problems on it.

  happens with a lot of kids that are ADD/ADHD, i think. we’re trigger-happy to slap kids on medication rather than try and find an outlet for this kind of behavior. a different school, a different subject, a different interest

  this talk by sir ken robinson is a perfect example. he makes mention that if the woman who was the choreographer of cats and other broadway plays had grown up today, in our time, that she wouldn’t have been taken to a dance school, shown that she WASN’T sick, she was looking for an outlet; she would have been given ritalin and told to sit down and shut up.

  so these sicknesses exist, yes, but to jump to their diagnosis before exploring other options is cruel and often detrimental. in some cases, to blame a child’s problem on ADD/ADHD, and even sometimes aspberger’s is to take the problem, put it in a cupboard and lock it, satisfied that the problem is ‘dealt with’.

• bitch, miscellaneous, political, writing

  let’s rant about political correctness again!

  04.04.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  http://www.freewebs.com/bannedwords/

  how sad. some of them i can understand, when it was before women’s rights. but look at some of these words, just from the A’s:

  Alcoholic: replace with individual with alcoholism

  here i thought that’s what that meant. when did that shit become offensive?

  Adam and Eve: replace with Eve and Adam to demonstrate that males do not take priority over females

  what. for one thing, i’m surprised that’s in any US textbook in the first place, secondly, you’re now placing females over males, and thirdly WHO FUCKING GIVES A SHIT.

  to the b’s! no, we’re not going through them all.

  busybody: banned as sexist, demeaning to older women

  really? really? is that what you think of when you hear the word busybody? i think of someone who’s just really freakin’ crazy busy. in fact, when i read the word the first time, i thought of a 20-30 year old woman. is that old? shit, i’m getting old.

  Blind leading the blind: banned as handicapism (NYC)

  how can they get offended if they can’t see the words?

  sorry, sorry. that was a joke. it goes on..

  God: banned
  Devil: banned

  but adam and eve - excuse me, eve and adam are okay? sure, why not?

  Huts: banned as ethnocentric, replace with small houses

  so it’s like.. two story suburban, but only just big enough for a mouse to live in! right? right? right.

  Little person: banned as offensive, replace with person of small stature

  okay, this shit has got to stop. midget to dwarf. dwarf to little people. little people to person of small stature. PICK A FUCKING DESCRIPTION AND DON’T GET OFFENDED BY IT. next it’ll be genetically altered person of significantly decreased height. rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?

  one or two general expression no-nos:

  Girls can’t… (MMH)
  Women can’t… (MMH)

  pee standing up. well, they can, but they have to bend kinda backwards, spread their legs, it’s a very messy endeavor, and usually avoided.

  barring that last one, a lot of the shit on these lists makes me want to put a bullet in my brain, and i’m too tired of this crap to go through and find really good ones, just the few that stuck out..

  FUCK, it’s no wonder the kids at the elementary school in town don’t know fuck-all about anything. i have to wonder if they shouldn’t KNOW all this anyway, know WHY it’s bad, know WHY people are offended by it. like knowing WHY women or black people or any other race wanted more rights and what they had to go through to get it, what they were called, what they were subjected to, what was expected of them before, and how they got it.

  you LEARN more if you FEEL it. if it hits home. you remember if you’re offended.

  so get the fuck over it.

  edit: and where’s the fag/faggot/queer/dyke terminology? guess they don’t give a fuck about the homos! that or it’s an old list. can’t be THAT old, look at the printing dates at the bottom.

• bitch, miscellaneous, writing

  our country is ‘exceptional’

  03.06.08 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  do you know what they call retarded kids now?

  exceptional children.

  exceptional children.

  EXCEPTIONAL. FUCKING. CHILDREN.

  can i tell you how angry this shit makes me? call them mentally challenged. call them developmentally hindered. CALL THEM FUCKING RETARDS, FOR ALL I CARE. do NOT sit there and lie to me and say they are exceptional.

  ex·cep·tion·al (ĭk-sĕp’shə-nəl) pronunciation
  adj.

  1. Being an exception; uncommon.
  2. Well above average; extraordinary: an exceptional memory. See Usage Note at exceptionable.
  3. Deviating widely from a norm, as of physical or mental ability: special educational provisions for exceptional children.

  it’s even changed the goddamn definition of exceptional in the merriam-webster dictionary.

  WHY.

  WHY.

  WHY.

  how long will it be before the meaning of the word exceptional is equated to retarded? exceptional used to be a great word. FANTASTIC word. EXCEPTIONAL word. it meant great, better than great, awesome, fantastic, absolutely unheard of. but you know what it really meant?

  better than.

  that’s right, when you think of the word exceptional, what do you think? you did exceptional work, great work, the best work i’ve seen in a while. you’re an exceptional friend. you’re my best friend, someone who is always there. you are an exceptional artist. your art stands above all others.

  now look what it represents. you can call me bigoted all you want, you can fuck right off. i don’t give a shit if you call them gifphotozymorphics, do not lie to me, do not take PC to a level that it cannot possibly represent. PC is meant to change the word into something socially acceptable, but still. fucking. understandable. retards. mentally challenged. midgets. little people. but guess what? you can’t call a midget a big person, can you? and that’s what you’re doing by calling them all exceptional children.

  they have special classes, they have special activities, they have special work. here’s a CHART for those of you who think i am dancing around the issue.

  godly
  exceptional
  good
  average
  poor

  where do mentally challenged kids go? that is up to you.

  here’s where i think they go.

  godly
  exceptional
  good
  average AND mentally challenged
  poor

  THAT’S RIGHT, SHITHEADS. a mentally challenged kid can be exceptional. CAN BE. they are not ALL exceptional. just like an average kid can be exceptional. again. they are not ALL exceptional. they are separate because they have trouble with interaction, or learning, or simply getting along. it doesn’t mean that they are utterly stupid, nor does it mean they are automatically one level below albert einstein, which is what exceptional fucking means.

  take it as you will, i don’t give a fuck. call me prejudiced, who gives a shit.

  and you know what? i think aspberger’s is a load of bullshit too. you know what they called those kids when i was growing up?

  AWKWARD.

  god, sometimes i hate this country.

• bitch, miscellaneous, whine, writing

  if you could see my face right now.

  02.09.08 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  cleaning out my bookshelf led to the discovery of like.. four different written journals from 99-02 and it was fucking. pathetic. like, i was the epitome of emo. EPITOME. it was embarrassing to the point of wondering if i could burn these things when i was done.

  every goddamn entry was something about dad and how i hate him, boohoo slit wrists WHO GIVES A SHIT. i was an angst-ridden fuck back then. i’m still angsty, but usually not about that anymore. sure, i’ll have emo entries here now and then, but shit, they’re not as whiny as they were. at least i’d like to hope so.

  i still think i was stupid for letting marianne go, though.

• bitch, miscellaneous

  like i need any more ’stuff’.

  01.10.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  it’s funny. when you have no money, there are dozens of items you want to buy, but can’t afford.

  when you have the money, you realize you don’t want them anymore, you find a reason not to buy them, or there’s nothing that interests you.

  or someone guilt trips you into not buying it. one of those reasons.

• bitch, family, friends, miscellaneous, photography, writing

  florida.

  10.22.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  I haven’t used a computer at 20,000 feet since.. Vegas? Maybe Vegas. Maybe it’s not even 20,000 feet. Ten, or fifteen. In any case, that’s where I am, ‘cos our family went down to Orlando for the weekend for my sister’s friend’s (Amy’s) wedding. My sister was the maid of honor.

  On Friday, we left and picked up Gwyn and Mandy, and headed to Kinston for our el-cheapo flight. I had been on the fence about going in the first place, but the ticket had only been about a hundred bucks, so.. fuck it. Upon arriving there, they told us that the only flight going out of the airport that day – ours – was delayed, late in taking off from Florida. Gwyn, not a good flier anyway, had already taken her valium, and we had some time to kill. We headed out of the airport and to a bar for about 45 minutes.

  Thirty-five thousand feet. That’s what my gay flight attendant dude said we’re at right now. Anyway back to the story. Leaving Kinston late left us arriving in Florida late, which meant we were late for the rehearsal dinner, though I don’t think they really rehearsed at all. Just an excuse to go to dinner. Luckily, the restaurant had delayed them as well, so we caught a break and arrived as they were ordering drinks.

  Unfortunately for me, it was a crab shack. Fulton’s, near Pleasure Island. I look at the menu, seafood, seafood, seafood.. crappy non-seafood, so on and so forth. I think, well.. shit, if I’m gonna get sick trying seafood again, it might as well be GOOD seafood that I am not paying for in a nice location. So, I ordered 1.25lbs of Alaskan King Crabs. Expecting the worst, it really wasn’t that bad. It was nice to have crab again, and though abundant, the meat was pretty tasteless for some reason. Not how I remembered it. No real repercussions, it did hurt my stomach a little since it was pretty rich and I hadn’t had seafood in. .five years? Something like that.

  SO, after dinner, we were so close to Pleasure Island, everyone decided to go for a drink. Now remember, this is around 18 people. We head to an Irish bar where I get a crappy Guinness that tasted like it was the bottom of the keg. Amy and everyone caught up more, and took some strange pictures of people groping other people.. I think they were pretty much on their way buzzing already. I know Mom was. After realizing the true Irish do not reside in Disneyworld, we left the bar and walked over to the Beach Club themed bar. I got suckered into dancing with pretty much every damn girl that was there since no other guy would. They got drinks, danced, smoked, AND took Jello shots. Yeah. And according to them, or what they remember, anyway, it tasted like they made it with pure grain alcohol and just a little bit of sugar/flavor. They were that strong.

  Considering everyone had to be at a wedding the next day, we didn’t stay that long, and around 1:30 we left. I hadn’t drank much at all that night, so.. I drove. I drove five drunk-ass giggly, crude girls around Disneyworld to different hotels. They talked, listened to music, drunk-dialed people on their phone – only to find out the people they dialed were drunk as shit too. We dropped Amy off and headed to our lowest-of-the-low-on-the-bus-line hotel (don’t get me wrong, it was fine, but years of staying at the Grand Floridian have probably spoiled me for Disneyworld). They check in, we drag our shit into the room and go to sleep. That was Friday.

  Saturday, I wake up late and find everyone already busy doing their hair or whatever it is they do. I take a shower, pull on a shirt and pants, tada. I’m done. PS, I would punch someone in the face for a cigarette right now. What the fuck happened to smoking flights? They’re having their wedding at the Swan hotel, so we climb back into the rental car and go. They apparently can’t have the wedding outside for some reason like Amy wanted, but so they put her at the end of a corridor in the conference center. It sounds like shit but it was okay. It was a little strange to realize later that you could see them getting married in front and if you look to the left, the Tower of Terror was looming just past the trees. SO! Everyone’s married, happy, blah blah, let’s drink. We do, people dance, the staff seemed to have an affinity for stealing your half-eaten plates and half-drunk drinks, forcing you to go get another (not that it mattered, I suppose, considering it was free). The party ends around four thirty, and we all split to go change. We head to Downtown Disney for dinner and shopping – both of which blew. Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant can suck a dick, pizza is pizza, and has the same basic ingredients, don’t call it pizza and make it something else. The shopping was all of ten stores, ludicrously overpriced shit you certainly didn’t need, and every gift shop was the same. Picture frames, keychains, pins.. oh Jesus, the pins. PINS EVERYWHERE. So, sickened by the dinner and bored of the rest, we head to the Boardwalk to go to this dueling pianos bar. Here’s where it starts getting interesting.

  Now, we get there early. About.. 9pm, and they can’t seat all 18 of us. We were the first ones there, (we sat Mom, Katy, Gwyn, myself, and Mandy – in that order) so we go in and just sit on a row of about 8 stools, holding the rest for who we can. It turns out that it wasn’t too bad standing around, the pianists made it interesting, but every now and then I’d look to my right and see Mandy staring at me and the rest of us. I’d wonder about that, then go back to the show. The older crowd decided they wanted to turn in early (except Mom) and headed out, leaving us and Chris, Amy, and Chris’ friend. And Mandy. Not singing, not smiling. Clutching her bag like someone in this place is going to steal it out from under her. Not even under her, FROM her. Staring at us. We continue to have a good time, watching this fat woman jiggle everything that jiggled whenever she heard a song she liked, and a flamingly gay dude slapping just-as-big women on the ass while he Riverdanced.

  And she kept staring. She asked me if there was a bus that ran from the Boardwalk to our hotel. I told her probably not, she’d have to grab one from the hotel to an attraction, then the attraction to our hotel. Or take a taxi for seven bucks. She sort of shrugged and went back to not having fun. At one point, she went up to Mom, grabbed her wrist and turned it round looking for the watch face. Looking at it, she asked if we had any intentions of leaving soon. Mom said she didn’t know, and Mandy once again wandered off to not have fun. She didn’t drink, she didn’t dance, she didn’t sing, just.. sat there. Gwyn had requested Bohemian Rhapsody and was at the bar when they started to play it. I didn’t want her to miss it, so I grabbed her camera and started recording video. I couldn’t get a good view from my seat, so I get up and walk to the right a bit, and ask Mandy to sit in my seat til it was done. Gwyn comes back and I still record, til the bouncer dude tells me I can’t. Pictures ok, video not. Whatever. I sit in Mandy’s seat ‘cos I didn’t want her to feel like I was forcing her back out and as soon as I looked over, she had perked right the fuck up. She got what she wanted, to sit and talk with whoever *I* was sitting and talking with. At least that’s what it felt like.

  Honestly, I think something’s wrong with her. She may be manic. Her highs were normal, and her lows were “I don’t want to be near anything fun ever.” So finally at around 1:30am (we weren’t about to be forced away from OUR good time just ‘cos she didn’t wanna go home early) we decide to head out, and Katy stays behind to sleep over at Amy’s and Chris’. I could give another reason why Mandy might have been no fun that night but I’ll leave it out. Not that I think she’d read this, just.. courtesy. On the way back to the car, we see this guy in front of the main entrance, face down in the flowers. Just.. lying there, happy to be there, his wife/girlfriend/friend standing over him. We take pictures and head on our way.

  On Sunday, we decide between Universal and Epcot, and Epcot wins. We ask Mandy if she wants to go, she says no in a way that she’d rather shove a screwdriver in her ear than go with us. We later find out she spent the whole day in the room. We start out wandering around the countries (the goddamn Starship Earth ride into the big ball was closed. I was pissed and so was everyone else.) and end up in Japan, where we spent most of our time. We ate lunch at a nice restaurant there, wandered around the shop where they had “Pick your own pearl” things, pay 14 bucks, pick an oyster, each guaranteed to have a pearl in it. They’d set it in jewelry for you after. Katy did it, then Mom did, so we spent a while out there. Amy showed up and we kept going around the countries, going on the Maelstrom in Norway, ‘til we got to the Test Track ride. Gwyn and Amy opted out of it, and it ended up giving me a huge, huge headache later on. Chris showed up later, and we went shopping as it started to rain. We wandered over to the Finding Nemo ride, and Soarin’ – which made a lot of us sick too in some places, after waiting an hour to ride the thing in the first place. Having Patrick Warburton as a narrator was pretty hilarious too.

  After finishing with Soarin’, we were all so starving we just ate at this nasty food court right outside, which made me even sicker (by this point I was nauseous from the rides, as well as having a pounding headache, and my body ached from head to toe from having to walk so much). It was dark, and still drizzling, so we walked back to Japan to get a good spot for the fireworks. We watched those, and headed back to the hotel. Amy and Chris invited us over to their pool, but Gwyn and Mom were tired, so Katy and I went and came back around 1:30. (For those of you saying “It was their wedding night/honeymoon!” they’ve lived together for a while now, and didn’t have a problem with it, so shut it.)

  And Monday, we came back home. I wish we could have stayed longer, or in a better hotel (Mom loves the Wilderness Lodge) but it’s so damn expensive down there. It’d only be viable if you lived in a different country ‘cos their currency is so much stronger than ours. A British dude I talked with at Epcot said he was staying for two weeks. Maybe next time.

  ANYWAY! Here are some pictures for your eyeballs. I took a lot on Friday, and Gwyn took more for the rest of the trip, so when she sends those to me, I’ll put ‘em up here.

  
  at the airport before the flight

  
  mom busied herself with the landscape down below.

  
  gwyn, three rows back.

  

  

  
  this is what we spend most of our time doing.

  

  
  and these two were getting married.

  
  here’s where things started getting.. a little.. weird.

  

  

  

  this guy had a bitchin’ beard, and while walking with gwyn, i told her it would be awesome to get a picture with him. so we did. a lot of them.

  

  

  
  mom does not remember this.

  

  

  
  and finally, walking to the car.

  
  and here’s a picture of the alligator that was in a lake near our hotel. katy and gwyn fed it pizza, which it didn’t have a problem with eating.

  Once Gwyn sends me the pictures off of her camera, I’ll post those too. This is just Friday night, if you didn’t read all that crap up there.

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  03.26.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  i should write, right? it’s not that i don’t have the words to write, it’s simply coming up with the motivation to describe my daily mundane bullshit activities to you after living them in all their boringness!

  i went on a music scour recently. grabbed four new albums that really caught my.. ear? muse’s “black holes and revelations”, jackson and his computer band’s “smash”, spoon’s “gimme fiction”, and modest mouse’s “we were dead before the ship even sank.” of the four, i’m currently listening to muse’s new album. well, new to me. i put off ‘discovering’ muse cos i simply figured they were another british band, coldplay, oasis, wah wah wah. i was pleasantly surprised, they rock a lot harder than i thought. it’s sort of like queen mixed with depeche mode on a heavier scale.

  rome is over! i haven’t watched the last episode, yes, the absolute last episode ever. HBO has this thing with killing shows off at the peak of their awesomeness. except the sopranos. someone needs to kick that shit off the air early.

  played through a few games since we last spoke, neverwinter nights 2 is over, played through s.t.a.l.k.e.r. twice. well.. one and a half times (i love chernobyl and urban desolation, so this game was fantastic. explore the reactor and kill shit). once i got done with NW2, i tried out the lord of the rings online beta, and got sucked into that for a month or two. around a week before the end of the beta (which was.. two days ago, i think) i lost interest in it cos i knew my character was going to be wiped. what’s the point? open beta starts on the 30th, though, i’ll probably go back and check it out.

  this weekend was busy in a slow sort of way. i edited video for hours on end. edit, convert, convert, convert, burn. rinse, repeat. it took.. a while.

  there are other things in my life that need attention, but like any other good procrastinator, i put them off until it all piles up in the last minutes and freak the fuck out. it’s a wonderful life. at least the weather here is gorgeous. supposed to be in the 80’s tomorrow.

  been helping (or trying to help) paul out with his relationship woes. i won’t go into detail here, but it’s been an ordeal. he actually has a blog here like mark does, but paul’s never used his, and i don’t think mark has recently either.

  in the ongoing saga of dealing with my dad, he called saturday and i, busy working on mom’s videos, forgot to call him back. expecting to be blasted out of the water on sunday for it when we went over to greenville to visit, he instead was all cheery and happy, and gave me a treo 650 that he wasn’t using anymore. kinda knocked me on my ass, but whatever. stephanie was quick to get in a fight though, complaining that because he was really mad at US, that he took it out on stephanie, so she went and pouted, sulked until we left. blah blah blah. who cares. you can’t see it right now, but i’m making a jerk-off motion in the air.

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