We went to watch Avatar. If you haven’t seen it please do because it is the best movie of the year. It was like James Cameron himself gave me an awesome Christmas present. Seriously, go watch it.

All shopping carts should come with this thing at Target. My sister has concluded that it is a necessity.

LAWDOG!!!!!

I loved the pathos and angst when they were trying to find a place to hide the idiot stranger.  It really spoke to me in a way that reminds me to go turn the compost heap now that it’s a few degrees warmer.  

ahem… um… excuse me. Be right back.

It is with great sadness that I announce the pre-official death of The United States of America.  Like a patient in a Persistent Vegetative State, she will continue to convert organic mater into waste products for some time.  But, ultimately, we are just waiting for the body to figure out what the mind and soul already know. 

With the Nanny State able to control everything through Healthcare, we will cease to be individuals and simply be groups on an actuarial table.  A state in life that is frustrating when it comes to a contracted business, but one that is morally evil when done by a government who’s sacred trust is to each and every man, woman, and child as individuals.  

The next steps are up to the citizens.  Do we allow this to continue to its enviable conclusion like that of “Once” Great Britain where you can’t even defend your own home?  Or do we, as a society, decide to be more like our forebears and start over. 

My bet, as “American ‘Idle’” prepares to knock couch potatoes back on their duffs for another season, is that the cancer that lead to our current Rock Star President and Congresscritter for Life Legislative Branch will keep people firmly on their hands waiting for .gov to take away all their problems.  We will not see the resurgences of that spirit that made America great.  And the few men who will step forward to challenge the status quo will be derided as crackpots and terrorists.  Remember, Gandhi would have been a terrorist under current definitions. 

So what happens when we can’t keep up the charade that we can pay for all this?  What happens when the bill comes due?  I guess it all depends on how quickly they get around to banning firearms and how effective that band is.  

I weep for the world these criminals are leaving for our children and the blood that will be spilled because of their greed.  My soul seeks solace in the fact that every drop of blood they are responsible for will be paid back in spades in the next life.  I would not want to be one of these “leaders” when they enter the Here-after.  

As for me?  Well in the long run I’m not sure what I will do.  If piper seeks payment in my life while I’m able to hold my end of the line, I will.  If not, I will train my children well and instruct them to do the same.  For one other thing gives me joy.  No tyrant lives forever and no tyranny spans but a scant few generations.  

In the short run, I’m going to finish the book I’m currently reading.  Have a beer or two.  Enjoy the company of my wife.  And do something wholly verboten like have a celebratory cigar.  I will also continue to tell anyone who will listen about the madness into which we are descending.  If that puts me on the outs with the Gestapo Administration, so be it.  You see, for all the doom and gloom that these criminals’ shadows cast across this land and its future; today, I am a free man and I will die a free man no matter how they delude themselves.

Ah the five-year plans…. I really do hate them. Which is saying quite a bit, since I don’t enjoy expressing my emotions or giving my actual opinion on most things.  I do however, absolutely loathe making “future plans”.  This isn’t to say that I don’t plan, hope, or even dream about my future.  Quite the contrary actually; I have been having an actual reoccurring dream about my future, for a few years now.  A dream that is in fact a dream that I would love to see come true, which also a dream that keeps me awake at night, ironically enough.

What is this dream?  Why does it keep me up at night?  It is a simple one.  I want to be married – I guess.  At least that is how the thing seems to shape up when all is said and done.  I shall tell you all the details and you can tell me what you think about it all. 

Each time it begins very similarly I am in a house, that near as I can tell is mine.  But considering that walk in most houses like I own them or live there, it is really very difficult to tell for certain.  The kitchen is perfect though!  White and black checkered floor, industrial capacity appliances and cherry wood finished cabinets. A large island is the hub of it all with copper bottom pots hanging from a rack right above it.  The spice rack is on the wall of the pantry from the floor to the ceiling, which is meticulously organized and appropriately stocked.  The appliances are all stainless steel and glean with a properly maintained shine, the fridge is also stocked and organized.  Cradled next to it at the back wall of the kitchen itself, is a small breakfast nook.  The nook has sheer cheery yellow curtains and a table with four chairs to match the cabinets completing the space with a warm, homey welcoming feel.

Every morning begins the same way, with me leaning against the wall between the nook and my fridge with a cup of fresh coffee in my hand.  The morning sun streams through the delicate curtains, proving why they were chosen for that particular corner in the first place.  Sometimes it is just plain coffee in my mug, but most of the time it is a flavored version of the warm dark breakfast item.  My jeans are always rolled up to the middle of my calves and have a few holes in them, showing their wear and my comfort in them.  The sleeves of my worn sweatshirt are folded up to my elbows and it hangs slightly off of one shoulder, exposing the tank top I am wearing underneath.  My guess is that it is fall outside- my outfit would suggest as much but also I love the fall.

After a few minutes of leaning against this wall staring into the empty air of the kitchen a noise from upstairs stirs me from my reverie.  Walking over the to the pantry I methodically begin to pull out the ingredients I’ll need and organize them on my counter.  While something simmers in a skillet and I chop the crisp vibrant vegetables someone walks into my kitchen and just watches me while I work.  He leans on the door jamb, slowly exhales and apologizes.  Waiting for me to look at him, a sign that he has permission, he enters my kitchen.  But he always says he is sorry, for what I don’t know, but he does.  This is the point in time where I will either wake up or the dream spins in different directions.

In a great many ways this is my dream and what I want my future to be.  This is also what keeps me up at night and comforts me in the morning.  Perhaps because I truly do want it, perhaps because it is simple, perhaps because I don’t think I’ll find it or perhaps because it scares me.  I cannot say nor can I say what it is about…. but it is my dream and it could be my future…. I think.

So this weekend I went to Hollywood with a few friends.  No movie stars were sighted (BTW a very annoying question, just because you are anywhere doesn’t mean you’ll see anyone FYI).  We were going to go and see a show on Theater Row.  Now anyone who has been there will tell ya it isn’t the best part of town, but most definitely not the worst either.  So we look for street parking as close to the entrance as possible.  Being that it was raining we had left ample time to get over there (while dealing with traffic and stupid drivers), find the theater, find a parking spot and then wait in line to get killer seats, since they were not assigned and the show was sold out.

Well, little did we know, most of these actions were entirely unnecessary.  Found parking, on the street, not at a meter and not but 30 feet away from the door of the theater.  ROCKSTAR!  We walk up to the door with the poster on it, it was locked, odd to us since we had been informed when the tickets were purchased to get there an hour early (it was approximately 1 hour 15 minutes early), so we walked a little down the block and found a line.  Now when I say a little down the block, really I mean 20 feet.  Evidently we are the kind of people who like to arbitrarily find lines and stand in them; without finding out entirely what they are for.  The irony in this statement is: every person who joined the line after us made the same comment loudly to their entire party (not about us, but themselves).

After about ten minutes of this waiting and conversating with random people the doors are opened (hooray), and hey look! a sign is on the inside of the door.  A warning sign at that!  What was it warning us about?  Oh the graphic nature of the show and that ponchos were available upon request, wait…. WHAT?  Are we in line for the right show???

So at this point in time we ask those around us, “Hey what are you in line for?”  Guess what not our show… So we walk back to the original door we had found, that was locked, with the poster on it of our show, and had no line in front of.  Hoping, I don’t know, that this time it would be unlocked? Or that there would be a different sign stating: “Hey you with tickets to this show form a line here.”  Or that maybe there would be a line?  Really I can’t tell you what our thought process was, other than: hey check out those dorks who got in the wrong line.

A minute passed with us still trying to kind of figure out what to do, being cold and wet was not the most fun option we could think of.  Well incidentally other people began to join us, and oh boy did you guess it!  They were also holding tickets for our show!  So we made new friends, while waiting in the rain for our door to open.  Which it did of course, about 15 minutes later.  We enjoyed our show and walked away from the evening with more than one funny story.

Yep, it is just a silly story about reading a sign and perhaps following the advice that it presents.

I was seeing this guy for about three weeks back in October and could tell he liked me as much as I liked him. He was funny, we had good conversations, and there was a lot of flirting. I’d asked him in our first conversation if he had a strong testimony and was temple worthy. He said, “I’m way temple worthy!”

He seemed like a really great guy and we’d been out on a handful or great dates. I didn’t see any reason to keep dating other guys when I could see him more often, so I suggested to him we only see each other for a while, just to try it out. He said he’d love to do that and was excited to find out I wanted to as well. We talked about it for a few more minutes and were both excited the other felt the same.

Then an hour went by and I got a txt from him. It was shocking. He completely took back everything he said. He told me he just got out of a serious relationship two months ago and his sister said he should date a lot more girls before committing to just one person.

A week went by and we didn’t talk at all. So I sent him a message saying I’d still like to see him, even if we were seeing other people as well. He agreed and so we started talking again. He asked when he could see me again and I told him Monday would work great. I had a date with two different guys on that night and Saturday, but I didn’t mention that to him.

As we were talking, he mentioned casually that he had a date with another girl tonight. I laughed and said, don’t worry I have a date tonight too. He teased me saying that I’d probably end up making out with the guy. I reminded him that I only kiss when I’m seeing one guy exclusively, so that wouldn’t happen. Then he said, “Maybe someday, I’ll be so lucky.”

I sat there baffled and explained to him again that I already told him I want to see him exclusively. Then he acted all confused and suddenly did a complete 180. He said he wanted to only date me and that he’d love for me to be his girlfriend. I was shocked again! He explained he didn’t know what came over him a week ago. Then he suggested we cancel our dates and just see each other that evening.

I was up for it, and excited to have a boyfriend! So I contacted the two guys I’d set up dates with and went out with my new boyfriend instead. The date was a little boring. We went and saw a bad movie and I felt I was carrying the conversation a lot. By the time we reached my neighborhood on the drive home I was exhausted with keeping up the conversation so I just let the awkward silence take over.

Then, believe it or not, he finally opened his mouth. He told me we aren’t right for each other at all. He said he hasn’t been going to church for a long time and he’s not Temple worthy. He broke up with me, then drove off without walking me to the door.

All I can say is… um no, I have nothing more to say about this. LOL!

We don’t really know what the hell’s going on over at the Washington Post. Yesterday they inexplicably ran an op-ed by Sarah Palin — even though it was replete with factual errors — and today they just straight cold called Montana Sen. Max Baucus a “dork.” OH BURN!

(On the off chance that you can’t read that microscopic caption, it says: “Sen. Max Baucus is too much of a dork for a sex scandal.)

Yeah, well, it takes one to know one, Washington Post!

This is from Chuckie’s wedding awhile back, I never got around to posting it here. Wouldn’t want you guys to miss out.

I love these guys, for I too was (still am) a dork. I would have made this video, except, when I was this age, I only had a jam box with a built-in mic…so I could play DJ!  These are the guys paying a dollar to see Molly Ringwald’s panties in the boys bathroom at the school dance. Yes, it’s not perfect, but I can picture these guys laughing their asses off while they made it. For that, they are my heroes!

Alright so I have been watching a lot of films this holiday week. No job and No kids leads to some free time to spend watching some exciting new flicks!

Now I love to recommend films to friends and family since I tend to look for movies outside the norm. Things you wouldn’t normally see and things most people would prefer not to watch. Samantha surprised me by getting us something like 8 movies from netflix for the holiday week! We just finished watching a film called Deadgirl!

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. This movie pretty much blew my mind. Just reading the back of the netflix sleeve sort of freaked me out. I wasn’t sure if I was going to put it in or not but Bruno was so horrible that I couldn’t watch it any longer and Deadgirl got a chance to shine. Now this movie is only for the BRAVE!! The very, very, very BRAVE!!!!! This isn’t really a sit down and watch with your new girlfriend type of movie. It is a little more like sit down and watch with your creepy insane wife who likes sick stuff! Get KRUNK and rent this film!!!!!!!!!

I’ve been reading a book by Christine Feehan called the Dark Curse and its really good. I was telling my husband about it the other night, I said oh it’s so interesting there’s these Carpathians and they’re not vampires but could turn into vampires if they don’t meet their life mates and theres mages who know magic and theres also gems and crystals and dragons…I just went on and on. At the end of my very enthusiastic speech my husband just simply said… “you’re a fantasy dork”  and I guess I am. If I had actually done some reading during high school I might have figured this out sooner!

One thing Columbus lacks is talented street performers. I have seen a few at Easton over the years, but the Short North is full of acoustic guitars and bongo drums. No one has this kind of authentic showmanship anymore, and If I ever get the chance to witness what happened at 2:30 (unbelievable) in real life, I’ll literally shit my pants.

I’m trying to save some money and thought I would check out this Great Value Brand at WalMart. NO! For one thing check out the price difference between it and your favorite brand. In cases it appears that it can be as much as 30 cents higher than a national brand. But here’s a way ‘they’ won’t let you do this…Remove the competition of the shelf. Let’s see, cottage cheese area in the store had almost 90% as the Great Value label and very few of the old standbys like Nordica or Lucern. This is just wrong. In some cases the quantity is less but the actual package is larger in size or there is an indent on the bottom you don’t see until you flip it over. Another thing is that they put it on an endcap so you can’t see it and compare it with others. And because it is on the endcap you are more likely to grab it for convenience.

Next time you are seeking to save money, take the time to really look at the price differences between what you prefer and this Great Value thing at Walmart.

Go Geek.

Too many people in the marketing and communications industry call themselves experts, gurus, specialists, advocates, and other elitist terms.

How can you be an expert of something constantly changing?

Maybe I should ask an expert. Hmm.

Allow me to try to convince you that it is better to be known as a geek in your subject of expertise (and for the sake of this blog, we’ll stick with marketing) than an expert.

1. Geeks have a Passion for the subject
Sure, the definition of expert implies a mastery of a particular subject, but does it denote a love for it? According to the definition, it does not. Ah, but a geek! Everybody has a geek in their group of friends. Everybody has that one person that can explain life through a football example, or compare an event to the cell phone industry, or can break down a commercial because of the colors used. And in the definition for geek, there is that one word that separates it from expert- Enthusiast. You can develop a skill…a passion comes naturally.

2. People like Enthusiasm more than Intelligence
Perfect example: George W. Bush vs. John Kerry. Kerry seemed to be the more intelligent of the two, but who won the audience? Who seemed human, and enjoyed being there? It is human nature to be attracted to a smile than a statistic. A geek is a scary form of human being because they can showcase enthusiasm for a statistic. Wonderful.

3. Geeks KNOW that their not Experts
Like the old proverb “Fools think they know, when the wise know they still have much to learn”. Listen to those people that have a lot of information, but still admits that there is more information out there. The best teacher is a solid learner.

Go Geek.

I’m going to say this JUST ONCE!  You can not violate one deeply held tenant of your faith just because you aren’t violating another, more serious one.  We good on that?  We all understand?

So, allegedly, no abortions will be paid for in Pelosi Care.  Yeah right.  I’ll believe that when I see it.  Which I won’t.  But let’s just pretend, for after all, this whole nightmare is just based on pretend scenarios, pretend economics, and pretend victims…  So let’s pretend that this round of Pelosi Care from the House will really stick and not end up “killing babies.”  Does that make it morally pure for Catholics seeking Social Justice (please say it with a lisp… that’s the only way to really gather the full impact of what most people mean by Social Justice today)?

No… Catholics (and other Christians) who act like as long as the “A” word is not used you can do anything for the “greater good” of “social justice” are deluding themselves with one moral obligation and ignoring others. 

First let’s look at simple slavery.  Making citizens slaves to the government for the promise of healthcare violates the sanctity of a person’s free will.  This is the main reason that John Paul II fought so hard against Communism.  While free will is not license, it can not be curbed to the point where individuals can only perform actions blessed and allowed by an overarching central government.  Universal Healthcare, with its finger in the pie of virtually every decision that people will make every day, takes away the freedom of an individual to be an individual. 

And don’t give me that this isn’t Universal Healthcare because you will still have private insurance plans.  Each one of those plans will have to be approved by the Kremlin… I mean a Government panel.  So you will NOT be able to engage in private transactions on the most personal of decisions.  I wonder if they regulated Porn this rigidly if that would get passed with a 5 vote margin?  Oh… wait.  No…  That’s a 1^st amendment issue.  You picking your own healthcare is not.  Funny how that mythical and vaunted “Right to privacy” is missing from this bill.

Next let’s look at the principle of Subsidiarity.  The Church, possibly not individual priests and bishops, but the CHURCH has long held that decisions are best made as close to ground zero as possible.  Meaning while there is a need for decisions to be made at “the top”; most decisions and power should fall to the lowest level possible so that the greatest needs are met with the least amount of bureaucracy and over head.  You know… like The Constitution promotes.  Limited Federal Government, Expanded State powers, and, by extension, the States letting local authorities deal with the minutia.   Healthcare tramples all over Subsidiarity by letting a faceless bureaucracy tell each individual what is the best care for them.  

Death panels anyone?  Rationing healthcare is exactly what will happen and anyone who thinks otherwise probably thinks their bank account craps money every 2 weeks, they have $500 extra in their account cause the bank will cover that much overage, and they are making a wise financial move by buying an expensive enough car to spin the upside down loan amount of their old car into a new set of payments.  Healthcare will be rationed.  Individuals not deemed worthy enough either by age, economic value, social class, or financial obligation will have medical care withheld at some point because a closed system can not generate any new capital.  When the end of the money is reached and there are still patients… those patients will not get care.   Not exactly “Social Justice” even when pronounced with a lisp. 

In Vitro Fertilization.  Ok… those who are non Catholics or those who don’t have a large background in bio ethics won’t see the problem with this.  But let me break it down for you.  Some argue that this is “evil” because it’s not natural.  Well, neither is a pace maker, but it’s such a simple procedure now that there’s nothing wrong with it.  Those who argue the “not natural” aspect of In Vitro are missing the point.  IVF is bad because it 1) opens up the making of babies to Market Forces, and 2) guarantees the death of children.

Let’s just ignore point 1 for a moment since that is an application issue and not truly one directly related to the procedure itself.  In a perfect world, you could deal with that the way we deal with the death penalty.  Capital punishment, in and of itself, is not immoral.  But it can be applied immorally.  Let’s instead focus on point 2 which is how morally offensive the procedure actually is.

I can hear the objections.  How can giving a couple a baby be bad?  Well… under normal circumstances, it isn’t.  But let’s take a look at phases of the procedure.  First we collect eggs from the woman and sperm from the man.  The former is done with a lot of discomfort and the latter, while normally done in a way… um… “not consistent” with Catholic beliefs; it can, with certain steps, be done in accordance with teachings.  So we are ok there. 

Next, we have a “mixture” of the two specimens “outside” the womb.  Many ethicists will look at this as gravely wrong.  That anything that removes the creative/generative process from the intimate/unitive process is morally wrong.  And they are right.  But I’m probably going to lose 90% of the non-Catholic readers on that point, so I’m not even going to argue that one.  Let’s just reserve that argument as an uncertainty at best.  

If you are Catholic, however, (and that is whom I’m yelling at here) you can’t pass go.  You can’t collect $200.  If you claim to be Catholic, and an act is taught to be intrinsically evil.  You have to stop and not do or support it.  Period.  Full Stop.

So now we have some little human beings floating around in a petri dish.  We will take SOME, not all, but some (the genetically fit ones, Mein Fuhrer) and inject them into the womb to see what takes.  The humans that are not injected into the womb are then kept for experimentation or killed as surplus.  That’s right, but it’s OK because they don’t vote and don’t have little faces that can be put on late night commercials with Sally Struthers and the strange bearded guy.   

The ones that ended up getting injected may or may not attach (which is why you have to use so many) and if “too many” attach then the “extra humans” are subject to “reduction”*.  Meaning abortion.  So we are still paying for abortions when we pay for IVF.  And not only are we paying for abortions and killing of babies out of the womb, we are also paying for the enslavement of humans to medical experimentation. 

I realize it’s really easy to dismiss this because these humans are cells rather than fully expressive semi-bipedal diaper wearing poop machines.  But what else are they?  You can use any amount of sophistry you want to call them a bio mass or a proto human or any other number of double speak phrases.  But in the end, they are and will only be a human and left to natural means, they will not only be a human in cell form, but a human in voting form, as well. 

So we have this bill that Catholics clamoring for “(lisp) Social Justice (/lisp)” think is the bee’s knees because it formally says it will not pay for abortions.  It ignores economic realities, it denounces subsidiarity, it forced subservience to governmental monopoly, it violates the ethical distribution of medical services, and breaches the ethical boundaries of medial procedures all on OUR dime.   Please… Grow up and read something more than “The Catholic Worker” or other Liberation Theology inspired writings.

Now the fun part is that Catholic Bishops will be meeting in about a week or so.  This issue will (or at least better) be on the docket.  Many have said the Bishops have blessed this bill.  Many have said they have not.  Either way, if the Senate stalls; this could be an interesting opportunity for Bishops to get their two cents in.  As a Catholic, I’m very interested to see what happens.  I really don’t know what they will do, if anything. 

The Bishops have dropped the ball on a number of issues either through timidity or allowing their lay advisors to have too much say in policy making.  I would not be surprised to see them fall in love with the bill.  I would not be surprised to see them distance themselves.  I would not be surprised to see them say it’s a governmental issue and as long as the Big “A” is off the table and while they have “concerns” about other issues, they will leave it up the conscience of the voters.

What I will be surprised to see is a bold statement that says, “THIS IS NOT SOCIAL JUSTICE!”   And that is truly sad.  This is a time when the Bishops, or even just a few of them, could stand up and sound the clarion call to defeat this abomination.  The bill hangs by the weakest of threads and just one or two loud voices could send it back to the bowels of hell from whence it came.

I’m truly glad I’m not a Bishop in this day and age.  I really would not want to meet death with all that is required of me and have to tell Jesus, “Well, I didn’t want to make waves.  What would you have me do?”  I bet He gets really fed up with that one.

One more thing.  If I hear, “…well the current system…,” one more time; someone is getting a beat down.  You don’t replace your functioning, if not perfect, car with a lemon just because your current one has times when it fails to start or sometimes takes longer than it should to warm up.  You fix the current one.  The only ones who win if you replace it with a lemon out of some misplaced sense of desperation and false sense of urgency are the Seller and the Mechanic.  This is NOT “Social Justice!”  It’s plain stupidity.  When you have the authority and ability to stop it and do not, it’s malpractice.  And any who participate in it, from the willing voter to the silent leaders to the greedy politician, are guilty, in some way, for all the lives affected.   THAT is Social Justice, Comrade!

* or you have them all, get a hit show on TLC, have the public believe you are spineless wuss by not standing up to your wife, then prove you are a spineless wuss to all by leaving her for jail bait.  But the AMA has not approved this procedure.

I have recently realized how much I hate nerds. My roommate claims she loves them: swaggerless boys with glasses, skateboards, and an addiction to social networking media. At least that’s my sketch of a nerd–someone who connects more to things than people; who feels uneasy engaging in classic methods of communication with his peers, particularly female peers.

Like many Black women, I am addicted to swaggafied men (and living in New York, they’re everywhere!). Swag can mean slang, swag can mean nice clothes, and swag can also often mean a cool disposition, or a cold shoulder. And in case you haven’t caught on, nerds do not have swag (Pharrell is not a nerd, don’t listen to him).

Recently, I was having a conversation with this guy concerning swag, with Will Smith and  Lil’ Wayne as subjects. Not about their lyrical prowess, really, but about how women perceive them. I was like, “Lil’ Wayne may be a short lil’ dude with an ugly face and a foolish mind, but he has swag. And he’s kind of sexy.” But this guy, however, favored Will Smith over Lil Wayne as a person and rapper, in part because Big Willie Style was the first album he ever bought as a youngster (cue collective audience sigh). But also because he feels Will Smith has gotten an unfair rap (npi); perhaps too good a rap.

I have never thought that Will Smith had swag. Maybe it’s his ears, or his PG-rated songs, but I have always perceived him as corny. “Gettin’ Jiggy wit’ It“? Okay, so “jiggy” made it into the Merriam-Webster Dictionary or something, but that does not a swaggified man make. Look at that video. He’s wearing a poofy coat. He can’t dance. He also has poofy ears. In sum…he’s lame.

All of this was unwittingly in my subconscious…hence the word subconscious. This young man with whom I had the Wayne versus Will conversation, wanted to know why a guy who impregnates two women at the same time, is on drugs, is misogynistic, etc., etc., is sexy, but the clean-cut guy who got into M.I.T., doesn’t swear, writes grammatical songs (yessss…) sets a good example for kids (young Black kids!), etc., etc., is considered corny.

Well, we all know the answer, and it’s not a revelation. Everybody knows that girls like bad boys, jerks…even ones they don’t know personally. I myself had a long stretch of liking guys who didn’t treat me well (I would say “You know who you are!” but I’ve removed them all as Facebook friends…). Almost every heterosexual girl goes through this stage, just like almost every heterosexual boy goes through his asshole stage. But I have pretty much overcome. Even if I don’t own Big Willie Style.

H und K fanboys v. MHI: Round something-or-other.

Enjoy!

…I just, kinda sorta, wish I was.  …a little bit. 

It’s been a long hard several days.  Work has me stressed and alerting people that, “I’m 2 seconds of your stupid away from being on the news.”

I’m due for a vacation in 69 hours, 45 minutes, and 17 seconds (one that has been canceled TWICE by work!).  A vacation that will begin with finishing up some stitching on the Halloween costumes (BSG BDU’s), proceed into episodes of Dollhouse and Sanctuary, and rounding out Friday by falling asleep to either Redliners or Greywalker (both of which I’m trapped in the middle of with no time to read!).  Saturday will be waking up with same, light chores about the casa, Margarita Brunch, Darts at the bar, then off to a party dressed in costume to see how much beer a Colonial Officer can consume before being put in the brig.  

After that, nothing but books, sleep, and fresh air has been planned. 

There may be survivors after all. 

*with apologies to Granny Weatherwax

credits: death89haebum @ yt

Actually, I’ve been thinking twice of putting a post again tonight. I felt so much annoyed with the news involving Kangin and the netizens… But seems like I’m bound to create another entry..

I was browsing through Super Junior videos when I bumped into this. Crazy dorks. Indeed. I can’t help laughing seeing them in these videos. Though these are just compilations of GIF images, so what!? They’re still Super Junior and they’re cute

Maybe, a lot of you would ask: How can they ever manage to bring happiness just by being happy, themselves? I mean, how can they make others love them so much? How can they be so extra-ordinary?

I was trying to think of an answer but I can’t. No proper idea would come out of my mind. But as I try harder, I realize that the answer to the questions is this: Because they are themselves.

Yes, they may be idols who are supposed to be perfect in the eyes of the public, but still, they are themselves. What they’re going to be isn’t taught on training, right? Well, I’m pretty certain on it.

What they are now is what they want to be. So they’re happy.

And happiness is contagious. As long as the people we love are happy, then we will happy too. And that is why we see Super Junior as extra-ordinary, as almost-perfect, as the reason for our happiness…

***SORRY FOR BEING SO RANDOM! WILL TAKE TIME TO EDIT THIS AS SOON AS FINALS IS OVER.

Progressives believe in fantasy land

I should have known it immediately when I read the headline “Harry Potter Alliance Asks Maine Muggles to Oppose Gay Marriage Repeal.” Liberal-Progressives, in general, live in a little fantasy world of their own. Now a group that calls themselves “The Harry Potter Alliance” are lobbying voters to reject the repeal of same sex marriage law that recently became state law.

The Harry Potter Alliance is a nonprofit group based out of Massachusetts [that explains it all] and claims to be “dedicated to bringing the themes of Harry Potter into the real world.”

This continues to prove the point that Liberal-Progressives are true lunatics in society at large. This leftwing group of role players believe real-life should be like Harry Potter books. Libertarians and Conservatives believe in principled government from the U.S. Constitution while the “progressive” left favors a children’s book with wizards and magic.

The Wall Street Journal reports:

The alliance announced an Oct. 24 concert series in Portland featuring Harry and the Potters and Draco and the Malfoys—two indie rock bands that sing songs from the perspective of Harry Potter characters.

The bands and concert attendees will then spend the day canvassing voters to vote against Proposition 1 in conjunction with Maine Equality, a gay rights group. Then, the bands will play a second concert, which will be live-streamed to fans who are also being asked to take part in a phone bank that day.

The lobbying day is being constructed as a House Cup Competition from the books—including the creation of a feature in the phone bank system that allows participants to register and earn points based on which House at Hogwarts they identify with. Headlining the effort is Evanna Lynch, who plays Luna Lovegood in the Harry Potter films.

“The parallels in Harry Potter around equal rights, including marriage equality, abound,” said Andrew Slack, the Alliance’s executive director, in a statement promising a “magical day of activism.”

And you thought fans of Star Wars and Star Trek were major geeks and dorks. These progressive loons of role players take it to another level. What else would you expect from a group that believes in the fantasy world of hope and change Obama is building?

Maybe the Department of Homeland Security should add these liberal lunatics to their extremist list…Hocus Pocus!

I need to give this to someone someday. Epic win.

And this is why I love Texas.  Do you think the RNC would have the stones to send this out?

Email from the Republican Party of Texas:
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President Barack Obama has won the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize for, in the words of the Nobel Commitee, intending to promote nuclear disarmament and world peace. In announcing the award, the Committee acknowledged that he hasn’t actually achieved anything on either of these subjects. Or much of anything else.

The Nobel Committee gave the president its most prestigious award for what he wants to do, not what he’s done. That made us wonder, what other prestigious award will the president win next? Surely the Nobel is only the first of many accolades.

He loves NCAA basketall. Perhaps he’ll be awarded a national championship. Or maybe the NBA will name him this year’s MVP.  He drives a car.  Perhaps Motor Trend will name him Car of the Year.

He has actually written two books. Perhaps a Pulizter, or a Nobel for literature, will come his way.

The president is known to like pie. Perhaps he’ll win a blue ribbon at the Illinois State Fair.

He did host the “beer summit.” Perhaps he’ll be named a Real Man of Genius.

Surely a Cy Young, a Heisman, a Vince Lombardi trophy, and the America’s Cup will take their places on the president’s mantle soon. And his Tour de France shirt and US Open blazer must be in the mail by now.

He could be awarded the NASCAR Sprint Cup, because no one turns left like President Obama.

While the president awaits his next earth-shattering award, the Republican Party of Texas is working hard every day to actually do things. Real things, in the real world, to help real families like yours. We work to cut your taxes. We work to balance the state budget. We work to keep Texas strong, free and prosperous by fighting against the Democrats’ insatiable appetite to take more control over your life, raise your taxes, and enact policies that will destroy our economy and cost jobs.

We’re not going to be awarded the million-dollar Nobel Peace Prize for that.

While the DNC sorts out how to deal with the Nobel Commitee’s 2012 campaign contribution to the president’s re-election effort, we could use your help.  A donation today will help us fight for you here in Texas, and it will also send the message that no matter what the European left elites think, we want President Obama and the Democrats to keep their hands off Texas.

Reportedly the president will personally receive a cash award of over $1.4 million for winning the Nobel.  Could you spare one one-thousandth of that – $14.00 – to help us and send the world a message at the same time?

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HEH!  My snark runneth over!