Holy Hell

do I hate mondays

Must...
resist...
urge...
to...
kill...

Damn

7+ hours RPing in a conference.

not nearly a record, but it is for me.

good lord, I am exhausted.

and a huge geek ;-)

but hey, mission accomplished.

Hello Sunday

my never ending


And a very happy birthday to Megan, who turned quarter of a century old today.

Love ya, chica. Here's to many, many more.

Hello Saturday

my day off
again

Made the blog public. It's a trial run, we shall see if it stays that way.

To Whom It May Concern

You wrote me off first.

I was just returning the favor.

Ugly

That's what the world is sometimes.

"Not the world," says mom. "Just the people in it."

That too.


My friend told me a horrifying story. And 'acquaintance' of his was diagnosed with HIV some time back. Most recently he had dropped out of school and had gone back to where he was originally from. He began dating a 17 year old guy, and neglected to inform him of his status.

To make a long story short, this 'acquaintance' has been arrested and this poor 17 year old's life has been destroyed.


Yeah.
So the world is an ugly place

Hello Friday

my payday
[this week anyway]


Megan's birthday is on Sunday so tonight I'm taking her out to dinner. Tried as I might, I could not get her what she wanted for her birthday.

Where does one find a guy with a good job, decent financial sense, a sense of humor, and good teeth?

The Charge of the Light Brigade

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava,
October 25, 1854
Written 1854




Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Hello Thursday

my bore

Thursdays used to be hard also, but now they are more irksome than anything. And I am extremely tired and sore. And that will make things interesting.

Ow

Serves me right. Shouldn't have mouthed off to Mother Nature.

I was shoveling the driveway when I stepped on a patch of black ice. Not only did I bang the hell out of my knee on the asphalt, but I also managed to hit my head on my father's car. Scratched my glasses and hit my right orbit. It stings like hell, plus the fun headache.

That'll teach me.

Hello Wednesday

my day off


Mother Nature is conspiring to keep my brothers and I from seeing our grandmother. We were supposed to visit on Saturday, but then there was that huge storm. Then we were supposed to visit today, but again, more of the snow came calling.

I am really beginning to loathe the snow.

Hello Tuesday

my hell

Tired. But by the looks of things today may go okay. Tuesdays used to be the worst day of the week for me. Now Monday gets that distinction.

And also, 2 weeks from today [after work] I'll be on vacation.


Also
Added a terror alert to the sidebar.
[May leave it. May not]
Because I know you all are very interested in what the current status is.

Hello Monday

my nemesis

Today hasn't been all that bad. But I'm feeling under the weather and extremely tired.

I just keep trying to tell myself it could have been worse.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

If you love me, you'll buy me this.

Spike TV is showing reruns on weekdays. It makes me happy.



Quark: “The Jem’Hadar don’t eat, don’t drink, and they don’t have sex. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the Founders don’t eat, and don’t drink, and they don’t have sex either. Which between you and me, makes my financial future less than promising.”

Ziyal: “It might not be so bad. For all we know the Vorta could be gluttonous, alcoholic, sex maniacs.”

Braving the Weather

Much to my parents chagrin, I went to work this morning. It wasn't all that bad driving, the plows had been out.

Hey
I've been trying to teach the little animals to get out of their cages to feed and water themselves
It hasn't been progressing like I had hoped.

Ah well
Almost done here anyway
Then home for some football

Go Eagles and Steelers!

Fooling Around

with the Blog

Don't worry
I bought it dinner first


I turned the footer into a 'Quote of the Week' and over on the side bar I now have a 'Quote of the Day.' We'll see if I actually remember to change either of them with any sort of frequency.

Tim Burton

Sweet

Because we love both HBC and Johnny
even in clay form

More

Change that.

Now it is up to 25'' of snow by tomorrow, with another 4-6'' throughout the day Sunday.

I was right. Mother Nature is just pissed the hell off at all of us.

Let it Snow

It went from predictions of 6-12'' to 12-18''

I hate the snow.
It may be pretty to look at, but I hate driving in it and I hate shoveling it.

Now Really

TV NEWS

U.S. Christians issue gay warning over kid video

By Jill Serjeant
LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Christian Conservative groups have issued a gay alert warning over a children's music video starring SpongeBob SquarePants, Barney and a host of other cartoon favorites.

The wacky square yellow SpongeBob is one of the stars of a music video due to be sent to 61,000 U.S. schools in March. The makers -- the nonprofit We Are Family Foundation -- say the video is designed to encourage tolerance and diversity.

But at least two Christian activist groups say the innocent cartoon characters are being exploited to promote the acceptance of homosexuality.

"A short step beneath the surface reveals that one of the differences being celebrated is homosexuality," wrote Ed Vitagliano in an article for the American Family Association.

The video is a remake of the 1979 hit song "We Are Family" using the voices and images of SpongeBob, Barney, Winnie the Pooh, Bob the Builder, the Rugrats and 100 TV cartoon stars. It was made by a foundation set up by songwriter Nile Rodgers after the Sept. 11, 2001, hijacked plane attacks to promote the nation's healing process.

Christian groups however have taken exception to the tolerance pledge on the foundation's Web site which asks people to respect the sexual identity of others along with their abilities, beliefs, culture and race.

"Their inclusion of the reference to 'sexual identity" within their 'tolerance pledge' is not only unnecessary but it crosses a moral line," Dr James Dobson, founder of Focus on the Family, said in a statement on Thursday.

Rodgers was astounded at the attack. "That is so myopic and harsh. You have really got to look hard to find anything in this that is offensive to anyone. The last thing I am going to do is taint these characters," he told Reuters.

Dobson was quoted by the New York Times on Thursday as having singled out the wildly popular SpongeBob during remarks about the video at a Washington D.C. dinner this week.

SpongeBob, who lives in a pineapple under the sea, was "outed" by the U.S. media in 2002 after reports that the TV show and its merchandise was popular with gays. His creator, Stephen Hillenburg, said at the time that although SpongeBob was an oddball, he thought of all the characters as asexual.

It is not the first time that children's TV favorites have come under the critical spotlight of the U.S. Christian right. Tinky Winky, the purse-toting purple Teletubbie, was in 1999 declared a homosexual role model by Rev. Jerry Falwell.

Reuters/VNU
01/20/05 20:24

****


*sigh*

This whole 'the homos are after your children' line is getting a wee bit tiresome.



It's
A
Cartoon


Next thing you know they will be burning Harry Potter books for promoting witchcraft.

Wait a minute...

7

VH1 is doing 'I love the 90's' and was talking about the movie 'Seven.' The various actors and comedians were attempting to name the seven deadly sins. This made me laugh so hard:

Actor: Gluttony
Actress: Sloth
Comedian: um...bad home perms
Rich Eisen: Being a Boston Red Sox fan

Wedding Rings

My dad doesn't wear his wedding ring. Mom and I joke sometimes that someone is going to try and snatch him up, because he is seemingly unattached. Then we laugh hysterically while my father gives us both the mental finger.

Yes, the mental finger. It's only slightly more polite than an actually giving of the finger.

It's also a bit odd to see my little brother wearing a wedding ring. Yeah, he's been married for almost two years...but I've never seen him wear one before.

Consecutive

17 days in a row with at least one post.

I'm kind of proud of myself.

Keith

Male DJ: The other night in LA, a bunch of Australian entertainers got together to celebrate 'Aussie Week' and they also honored Keith Urban.

Female DJ #1: [sultry voice] I'd like to honor Keith Urban.

Female DJ #2: [laughs] Is there something you wanted to tell us?

Female DJ #1: I surprise myself sometimes.




Keith is a cutie. I saw him at a county fair a few years back with Megan and Katherine. He is also one of the very, very few country singers who I can stand to listen to.

On Going Love Affair

with stress and anger and hatred
In many areas of my life
But I'm learning to end it
to let go
even if it is only a fraction

but that's okay
I never was an incredibly smart one
and I always had to learn things the hard way

Mistake

This isn't where I thought I'd be
But I'm getting there

Hmmmm

Whole new meaning to the term 'Chutes and Ladders'

Discuss

Sausage

"I feel like a five pound sausage in a three pound casing."

My brother has odd friends.

We Are

Greg: [in the living room] Melissa! Don't come in here!

Melissa and Me: [in the kitchen] Which one?

Greg: [pause] The wife.

Me: There ya go. I'll be [an embarassing family nickname]. And she will be 'the wife.'

Damnit!

Greg: [voicemail message] We're at IHOP. Come on by if you are in the area.

Me: [calling him] Son of a bitch! I was just down near there and I forgot my phone! And, to top it all off, I braved Dunkin' Donuts for you people at 10am on a Saturday!!

Greg: [Pause] That really sucks, liss.

Me: Aaaaaah!

Greg: Want us to bring you something?


***

Now I'm pissed off. Cause not only did I miss out on breakfast, but the store I went to didn't have the frickin' desk I wanted either.

Crossfade

Cool song. Heard it this morning

Cold

Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win
You are the antidote that gets me by
Something strong like a drug that gets me high

What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold to you

And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now I can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high

I never meant to be so cold
I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

The Word of the Day Is

Sugarbuns

You just can't say it without smiling ;)

Ever Get The Feeling

That Mother Nature is just a tad bit pissed off at all of us?

Boy Is Coming Home!

boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome
boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome
boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome
boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome
[canyoutellIamexitedaboutmylittlebrothercominghome?]
boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome
boyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghomeboyiscominghome

Cherries

Chris: Where are my cherries [cordials]?

Me: I don't know. What did you do with them?

Chris: [walking throughout the house] Cherries! Cherries!

Me: Did you put them in your room?

Chris: [indignant] No!

Me: Did mom put them in your room? [opens his door, There are the cherries lying on his bed]

Chris: Shut up you!

At the Bottom

Now appearing on the footer of my Blog will be a 'Quote of the Day.' At least, until I find something else profound to put there.



o/` haha o/`
made you scroll all the way down to the bottom

There's Always Room For One More

One more kiss
One more kill
One more thought
One more prayer
One more moment of ecstasy
One less of grief

Where do you find your solace?
How will you take your revenge?

Do you hate because it makes you remember?
Or because it makes you want to forget?

Not Mine, But For Me

Was going through my hard drive, attempting to clean it out a little and found this. Written forever ago. It's also kind of sad, as the author and I lost touch a while back.

Hope you are well, Dave.

***

Disclaimer: Is there light between the stars? That is for you to judge.

Inspiration: None, except the desire to write a happy poem when the sun refuses to rise.

Dedication: To fellow author and good friend Melissa, for everything she has been to me, through the good times and the bad. (Any author who hasn't read something from her is seriously missing out.) For the advice you've given me, and the support you've been for me, I write you this poem. You more than deserve it, and I hope you like it.



The Light Between the Stars
by The Gatekeeper

The sign before me beckons,
"Proceed with caution."
But those waiting behind me know
I will go anyway.

An old man snickers as I pass.
He tells me to turn back around
And forget about this whole thing.
He says I do not want to know.
For his trouble,
He eats my piercing glare,
Because I am not afraid.

As I walk the road, step by step,
The ground beneath me disappears.
There is only darkness.
I keep my feet moving,
Even though I cannot see them.
For there is only darkness.
Nothing ahead of me,
And nothing behind.
Only my mind can guide me there.

But then, a single star appears.
It does not light the way,
But it cuts the perpetual night.
While I pass a wandering soul,
Who walks only in circles,
A second one forms by its side.
And so the dancing angels
Give me hope.

I never stop moving,
While the others wait until tomorrow.
I am not surprised at all
When your house is in the distance.
You greet me at the door,
And though you are a stranger,
I've known you forever.

You fade behind my vision.
The house bursts into flames,
And vanishes before my eyes.
I turn, and there you stand,
As if you had just arrived.
"Welcome, stranger," you say.
"Do you wish to see the truth?"
Before I even decide to nod,
The house is there again,
And you stand on the doorstep.

I am confused, but I smile.
You cannot help but do the same.
You tell me that life,
No matter how dark it gets,
Can always be made good.
If I cling to the hope
That anything is possible,
I will watch my life change,
Right before my eyes.
Even the impossible can happen.

You hand me a piece of paper
With a sentence written on it.
Something about trusting oneself
And thus knowing how to live.
I recite it to you,
And then the path reappears,
In a giant wave of light.
When I turn to thank you,
You and your house are gone.

But I can say I walked the path.
And I still feel a part of you,
Every now and again,
When I just feel like giving up.
And the path opens again.
When I think of you,
And what you did for me,
There is light between the stars.

Those who reach you see it.
Those who never make it do not.
Although it goes away sometimes,
The light never stops shining.
And I will always know the path.

Diary of an Ex-Nun

Not my blog, but I am a member there.

We should have 'Confessions.' What do you think, Spinner? *grins*

More Food For Thought

Viagra: Because 'Murder She Wrote' is on tonight.

From a GT Thread long ago

Islamic fundamentalists have started spouting that the tsunami was the result of homosexuals and other sinners. It reminded me of this from a long time ago:



Addi: My neighbor years ago up north, who was also a republican and a fundamentalist, had no qualms about blaming the severe drought we were experiencing at the time on "the wrath of God for those homosexuals".

Me: If drought is "the wrath of God for those homosexuals," then is flooding the wrath of god for those heterosexuals? *HUGS*

Addi: then I think we can blame moderate weather patterns on all those damn bi-sexuals! LOL! I needed that. thanks, and hugs back.


So there you have it. Obviously the tsunami is the fault of all the heterosexuals. Case closed.

I Feel Special

Spinner likes my blog so much she is making one of her own.

Just doing what I can to help corrupt the masses.

Have fun with it, S. I know I do.

strength in honor,
Melissa and vendetta

Linda

“Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all -- the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.” - Mark Twain



If I leave yesterday's newspaper folded [or even throw it out] and don't read it, it won't have happened.


Monday was just when the obituary was printed. Not reading it won't make it any less true. But I could pretend for a second there.


In Loving Memory
Corlinda 'Linda' C. Bernard
July 2, 1952 - January 8, 2005
Coworker and Friend


I miss you

Damn you

IDW. Publish faster!!

You too, various publishers who ship to B&N. I don't want to wait until fucking February for my books.

I Wonder

I wonder why, I wonder why.
I wonder why I wonder.
I wonder why I wonder why
I wonder why I wonder! - Richard Feynman

I wonder why you won't shut the hell up.

Missed It

There are a couple of billboards I pass everyday on my way to work.

One advertises a snowboard swap sale from Oct 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th.

The other advertises 'A Christmas Carol' playing on Dec 2nd, 3rd and 4th.


Shucks. If only I had known sooner.

Oh Boy

I love [most of] my fellow GTers
but some of them need to be out right smacked for some of this

Packing

What stays?
What goes?
What gets thrown out?

Food for Thought

You're about as useful as tits on a nun.

DIYB

Me: It was mentioned that perhaps I am taking advantage of you [side note: not that way, you sickos]. So the next time I ask you do help with, say, unloading the cagewasher, and you don't feel like it...just say to me: 'Do it yourself, Bitch!'

Jen: [nearly falls on the floor she's laughing so hard] That's a good one. I'll have to remember that.

Bowling for Soup

This song makes me laugh
and think of Megan because she loves the 80's
and is also the proud owner of 'Poison's Greatest Hits'



1985

Debbie just hit the wall
she never had it all
one Prozac a day
husbands a CPA
her dreams went out the door
when she turned twenty four
only been with one man
what happen to her plan?

She was gonna be an actress
she was gonna be a star
she was gonna shake her ass
on the hood of White Snake’s car
her yellow SUV
is now the enemy
looks at her average life
and nothing has been alright

Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
but she still preoccupied
with 19, 19, 1985

Woohoo
Woohoo

She’s seen all the classics
she knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink
even Saint Elmo’s Fire
she rocked out to wham
not a big Limp Bizkit fan
thought she’d get a hand
on a member of Duran Duran

Where’s the mini-skirt
made of snake skin
and who’s the other guy singing in Van Halen
when did reality become T.V.?
what ever happen to sitcoms, game shows
(on the radio there was)

Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
but she still preoccupied
with 19, 19, 1985

Woohoo

She hates time
make it stop
when did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop
Stop!
And bring back

Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
but she still preoccupied
with 1985

Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
but she still preoccupied
with 19, 19, 1985

Good Intentions

The road to hell is paved with...


Just as lies with good intentions are still just lies.



It's okay though. I've got my handbasket all picked out.

More

I dreamt of you last night... you were screaming and had a toothpick in your eye.

Staying in bed shouting OH GOD does not constitute going to church.

Interesting

These are going in the collection.



Soccer players go hard for 90 minuets in 11 different positions.

Eat more. Fat kids are harder to kidnap.

Ever wonder why ABCDEF are used to define bra sizes? A - Almost Boobs, B - Barely There, C - Can Do, D - Damn Good, E - Enormous, F - Fake

Gift Idea For Me

Fun Stuff


Now maybe someone will play chess with me. 'Cause I would get wasted pretty damn quick.

Collin Micheal

I'm a cousin again.

Formerly called 'The Bean.' [My cousin and her husband didn't want to know the sex of the baby before it was born. So instead of calling it an 'it' they called it 'the Bean.']

Born on December 28th, nearly 8lbs.

And my mother informs me that it is actually pronounced 'Col-lin,' not 'Colon' like my grandmother originally told me.

No one was really impressed by the name choice, no matter the pronounciation. I guess it could have been worse. They were going to call him Madison had he turned out to be a girl.

Lost

Chris lost his job.

Nothing he did. Just after holiday cutbacks.

I told him to look at the grocery store in town. They pay better, and he can have minimal contact with the actual public being a stock boy.


I dream of being unemployed sometimes.

But being very wealthy at the same time.

Clean

When it comes down to it you can scrub and scrub and scrub; but really the stain will never come out.

And more often than not, you will just add to the blood you’ve been trying so hard to wash away.