Yesterday, I attended a protest for the first time in my life, and, naturally, made a spectacle of myself. In hindsight, my original (slight)offense at being told in no uncertain terms to behave myself was completely unfounded...
I yelled at an old man, and there's a reason for that, albeit not a very good one.
When I was 17, my mother was convinced that I hated her, and didn't care about anything. She might have been right. *Shrug* One night, I was being screamed at. I don't remember everything that was said, but I do remember something along the lines of "DO YOU WANT ME TO JUST NOT FUCKING CARE ANYMORE? DO YOU WANT ME TO JUST SAY I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU?"
Well, I hadn't said much up to this point, but at the expletives, I yelled a simple "NO!" in response to her questions.
For that act of disrespect, I was seized by the throat. It was a wonderful impromptu dance that saw me spun around the kitchen once or twice.
My mother changed her tune immediately, becoming very placative in her pleas for my life.
The whole ordeal ended with me on the floor, foreign hands still firmly in place, another voice screaming at me, begging me to show -it- my "hate". I imagine so it could sup. I had no hate to show. I went limp. Denied its meal of malice, I was released. I had urinated a little. Not so much that it showed, but enough for me to feel.
An apology came shortly after, but the damage had already been done.
The protest took place at a school board candidate's meeting. At the end of it, the cause's spokesman jumped up on stage and tried to say some things. One of the candidates immediately tried to silence him, saying: "This isn't the time or place for this." He then grabbed the speakers arm and began physically directing him off the stage.
It was then that many years of unresolved outrage came unbidden to the fore of my being. I approached the stage rapidly, yelling in what I call my "command voice", "How about you get your hands off him?!?" about three times, each time slightly different, but with the same message, until one lady with the school board parroted my desire, the man let go, and I, still yelling said "Thank you! I appreciate that!" and returned to my seat, trembling.
I questioned the morality of my actions throughout the night and following day. I know that my outrage was disproportionate, and had more to do with my previous inaction, humiliation, and feelings of helplessness than the actual situation at hand.
I'd be lying if I didn't say it felt damn good, though.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Facebook Crossover
For my records, and to make it easy to compare the two, I'm going to post my "25 Things about me" notes that basically inspired this blog.
The first, is from Tuesday, October 27, 2009 at 12:13pm: (You'll notice there are only 20 things. That's because I only wrote 20 things, but good job noticing and making me feel like an asshole.)
1. I don't believe in things that exist. Like Economics.
2. Now that we've covered that, I don't believe in unprovable things that other people seem to believe exist. I.E. Jesus Christ.
3. And lastly, I DO believe in things that really have no solid factual basis. Good and Evil? I dunno. Things.
4. To sum up the previous three statements, I'm an INDIVIDUAL with my own set of relatively unique beliefs and practices, just like EVERYONE ELSE. Based on this, I offer the following query: Why religion? I have not met two individuals of the same religion who agree on the same interpretation of said religion yet in my life. That's just weird to me.
5. I like hearing about other people's belief systems, or just bullet statements if you're not that advanced. I feel like you can actually connect with people this way, as beliefs/morals typically do a lot to form someone's core identity. I mean, we can talk about what happened last night on Sons of Anarchy, but honestly, I can give psychic BJ's to show creators/actors on my own time.
6. I'm all about freedom. I don't stand up for it nearly often enough, because if I did, I know I would alienate and embarrass people I care about, and potentially end up in jail for causing a scene. Therefore, I'm constantly censoring myself. It's all about control.
7. I know that true freedom would be chaos, and that's impractical. There have to be checks in place to ensure others' freedoms aren't infringed upon...but what we've got now is ridiculous. I feel like I'm one of the only people who thinks this. :(
8. I love all my friends. If I've ever called you friend, much love. Even though we're separated by large spans of...whatever's between us... I miss you all. This includes some of my recent facebook only friends, whom I never got to hang out with in real life when we went to school together waaay back.
9. 3 years ago, I had a full-ride Army ROTC scholarship to the University of Missouri-Columbia. Now, I'm poor, in massive debt, have no degree and no real prospects. I feel more at peace now than I ever have. Hahaha. I'm glad I fucked that up.
10. I drive a POS '98 Suzuki Swift that I bought for $500-of labor-at $6 an hour. The exhaust leaks, causing me to drive everywhere with the windows down a bit to avoid passing out from carbon monoxide, even in the rain. I need a new windshield, new tires, and new brakes. My radio gets a single channel. They pay the same songs all the time. John Mayer, Coldplay, and Kelly Clarkson mostly... Eventually, I'll have one of those ipod hookups for it. However, my ipod is old and dysfunctional. It decides it doesn't want to work anymore after about ten minutes, or thirty, or three hours. Really depends on its mood I guess.
11. All of the relationships I've fostered and destroyed, all of the accomplishments and failures I've accrued...I've done so mostly on my own. I'm proud of that. Heh.
12. I'm an adventurer/explorer at heart. I like going on trips/rides/what the fuck ever just in case there's an opportunity to see something new and meet new people. If I could make enough money to just go where I want when I want (within reason, doesn't have to be anything spectacular), I think I'd be perfectly content (I'd need good company though :D)
13. I'd describe my current mood as bemusedly melancholic with giant amusement overtones...
14. I used to be a hardcore gamer. I had about 100 PS2 games, the same for PS1, and then only about 20 xbox/360 games... I've sold all of my game systems within the last 6 months. I've spent too much of my life in fiction. If you're interested though, still have quite a few games. (Ebay soon)
15. I used to play tabletop wargames. I'd spend hundreds of dollars on 1-inch tall model soldiers (of the sci-fi variety) along with accompanying tanks and support vehicles...build them (came in kit form) and paint them...for hours, to play a game involving rulers, dice and scale terrain pieces on a 4'x4' board( at its smallest, they could go up to like 6'x20' I think was the biggest I'd played on...). Yes, there were conventions for this stuff...in baltimore, MD and in chicago...I was one of those kids.
16. I've played DnD...and liked it.
17. I have four younger siblings. Their ages are 15, 6, 4 and 2...yes, 2. My parents had that one when I was in Basic Combat Training for the US Army...at 19 years old. I'm essentially a third parent. My folks call it birth control. Well, it works.
18. Speaking of the Army...that was a bad decision. It could have been a halfway decent one, but it was at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons. Eh, I'm out now, and I'm glad I got to experience that for a little bit. I might go back. I keep saying that. I learned a lot about people, myself included, during that time.
19. In Basic, I qualified as an expert with my rifle on the first try. I was one of six people to do that...out of a Company of 240 Soldiers... I was also a Team Leader, and led 7 other soldiers through various combat exercises over multiple days...and won through each time. I could have been one badass motherfucker (BAMF). But then I got out, and realized everything I'd missed...
20. A fault of mine is seeking approval. But I'm getting over that.
And then my newest one, from Sat at 2:33am (Apparently Facebook only feels the need to date things if some arbitrary amount of time has already passed, but, if you're curious, this was April 24th, of 2010...):
1. Fun Fact #1 - I'm a bastard, and so's my "dad". If I have a bastard son, I'll name him Oliver, assuming I know of his existence and have any "rights". As part of my adoption terms, my mother had to put an ad in a paper announcing my bastardism so that my biological father could have a chance to claim some type of "right" to me. I guess she put this ad in a Maryland paper(where I was born). I was conceived in the west, far from Maryland. This, of course, made it nigh impossible for Spermy McDonorton to become aware of my existence. Thinking about it, this may have been less than honest of her.
2. I am in a foul mood, which is wholly unattractive and repellent, I know. But, I really feel like repression isn't the thing for me right now.
3. I'm drinking a Mountain Dew right now. I went back and capitalized "Mountain" and "Dew", it being a proper noun and all. Right? Mountain Dew has undoubtedly lowered my sperm count far below that needed to father little bastard Oliver, whom I may call Ollie, or 'Ole Ols, which is both odd to write and say. This'll be a sperm-filled post, it seems, so prepare yourself. Yesterday I swore off Mountain Dew. I fail myself time and time again.
4. Now I'm just feeling...strange. I like entertaining people. I think a little too much. I leave myself open to ridicule both consciously and subconsciously, because I know the best joke of all is me. Unless it isn't.
5. Ahem. Being Dom is serious business. I know #4 leads people to believe the exact opposite of this. Someone once told me: "You're your own antithesis". I think that applies here.
6. Writing about myself is difficult. I rely on the feedback of others far too much. Oftentimes, my closest friends view me as a much better person than I view myself, and I am very thankful. Why do I have to have external evidence that I'm a good person? Is it because I'm Catholic? No. It's because I know that I'm less than I could be, less than I should be, and less than you think I am. I don't deserve to have as many good people in my life as I do. I'm sure this is another sanity thing.
7. I feel like there's a battle I need to fight, but I have no foe. I guess that's just another way of saying I lack purpose.
8. I took a break here to watch some pr0n. I warned you in #3. Don't worry. It was classy. Said so in the title.
9. If I went back to school (and I really do want to), I'd go to become a Materials Engineer, which is interdisciplinary and in keeping with my "jack of all trades" desires. That could've been one on its own, I suppose. The only problem with this is, having already experienced what it's like to have student loan bills, I could never bring myself to go back on credit. I'd need to pay my own way or figure out a way to go for free...
10. I hate Credit. The idea of using resources -you do not have- is ridiculous to me. I imagine my viewpoint would be different if credit had positively affected me, but it hasn't. I live in a state of economic slavery, as I believe most people today do. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
11. I want to become a Paramedic, or at least an EMT, and work in that capacity for a while. Why? Because the idea of saving lives is one of the most noble and honorable endeavors I can think of. This view is sometimes at odds with my haughty talk of natural selection...
12. Cars- Cars are awesome-ish, until they break, and you have no idea what to do about it, so you pay some asshole hundreds of dollars to fix something that, had you the knowledge, may have cost you far less. Knowledge is power. I want to go to some automechanic school to learn about vehicles so that I can fix my own, my family's, and my friends, for far reduced prices, the hell of it, and exploratory Road-Warrioring. I'm pretty sure that sentence was a disjointed grammaticognitive disaster. I made that term up. Mark your calendars. Get a screenshot. I expect to be cited.
13. Bags- Those of you who know me well know I'm kind of obsessed with...bags. Being able to tote around belongings on your person is another extension of an individuals freedom. I can pack a bag, and live out of it for X amount of days, depending on the size of the bag and what I'm doing, etc etc. Does that not ASTOUND YOU? Well, it does me. I'm constantly searching for the most efficient way to carry...things, and for things to carry. The idea is to eventually be able to condense all of my belongings onto my person, start moving, and never stop. To have everything I need to just...keep going. How do you leave no rock unturned f you're constantly backtracking? I know this isn't the most pragmatic aspiration...
14. Recently, I had a heart-to-heart with my 15 year old brother. I told him that he irritates the piss out of me sometimes...and is able to get under my skin more than any other living person...but that I was really proud of the person he's become. He's a really cool kid. Everyone should meet him. His response to this was to tell me that he wouldn't be this person without me, and that I was more of a parent to him than our parents ever were. This is, without exception, the best compliment I have ever received, and the most disheartening.
15. When I was a wee lad (2 or 3), I was a little looter. Whenever loose change was exposed and unprotected (be it on a countertop, side table, whatever), I would nab it, and squirrel it away. Well, when it was time to "go to the store", knowing there was the potential for toys to be present, I would run around the house to multiple caches I'd developed and scoop up my accumulated booty. Apparently I'd end up with enough for an action figure almost every time.
16. When I was in first grade, I wrote a love letter to a fifth grader, whom I had never spoken to, but admired from afar. It included a picture, of an underwater kingdom, that I may have at some point promised her joint dominion over. One of her little friends told me she took it home and hung it on her wall. A few weeks later, during lunch, I put a paperclip into what looked like an electric socket in the cafeteria wall and twisted it around. All the lights went out. My beloved led the tattle squad that ratted me out, resulting in a tour of the principal's office. I found this less than delightful, as did my parents. I never did get to speak to her.
17. When I was twelve, and walking home from the bus stop after school with my buddy Kyle, an older boy rode by on his bicycle, extended a pistol in my direction, and fired three times. It was only a BB gun, and all of the shots hit my backpack. I was left thinking: any one of us can lose everything, at any time, to the capricious whims of complete strangers.
18. I used to do a stand-up routine at a monthly open-mic night (Spotlight) for my living community in college. It was essentially me just rambling about stupid shit that I'd done. I also MC'd for it, with my one of my best pals, Adam. I'd like to do such a thing again sometime (see above:entertainer). I also really want to learn to play the violin, and write/perform music. Some people have told me over the years that I have a nice voice. All of them musically talented, so I should really trust their judgment in this, but I'm typically always dissatisfied with it, which affects my ability to improve, as my confidence to perform in front of those who could aid me is nil...
19. I've saved two of my younger siblings. One from drowning. One from choking. Adrenaline was in play on both occasions.
20. I won some contest once for writing a letter to a deployed soldier back when I was in junior ROTC in highschool. I didn't deserve the award though, because I didn't actually write it. I dictated it to a girl in my class, and she wrote it for me. I was feeling lazy, and she was in love with me or something. Kind of a douchebag move, Dom.
21. I no longer have a car. It was broke, and I sold it as scrap. I now ride a bike, that was given to me by a pretty cool gal. "Pretty cool gal" does her an injustice. I'm trying to figure out how to repay her insanity.
22. There is a song called "Dark Island" by Off-Kilter. I listen to this song right before I leave any place I've lived for "the last time". The quotation marks are there because I've ended up going back to said places before... I've done this for the past 5 years.
23. I have a fear of being in water I cannot see the bottom of, and also, to some extent, darkness. You just can't be sure of what's out there, and that bothers me. I mean, come on...SHARKS ARE SCARY. As is the bogey man. And panthers. Try seeing THEM at night.
24. I remember really liking "Waiting for Godot".
25. I have work at 7 and should really be asleep. Sorry I half-assed the end here. (It's 2:30)
The first, is from Tuesday, October 27, 2009 at 12:13pm: (You'll notice there are only 20 things. That's because I only wrote 20 things, but good job noticing and making me feel like an asshole.)
1. I don't believe in things that exist. Like Economics.
2. Now that we've covered that, I don't believe in unprovable things that other people seem to believe exist. I.E. Jesus Christ.
3. And lastly, I DO believe in things that really have no solid factual basis. Good and Evil? I dunno. Things.
4. To sum up the previous three statements, I'm an INDIVIDUAL with my own set of relatively unique beliefs and practices, just like EVERYONE ELSE. Based on this, I offer the following query: Why religion? I have not met two individuals of the same religion who agree on the same interpretation of said religion yet in my life. That's just weird to me.
5. I like hearing about other people's belief systems, or just bullet statements if you're not that advanced. I feel like you can actually connect with people this way, as beliefs/morals typically do a lot to form someone's core identity. I mean, we can talk about what happened last night on Sons of Anarchy, but honestly, I can give psychic BJ's to show creators/actors on my own time.
6. I'm all about freedom. I don't stand up for it nearly often enough, because if I did, I know I would alienate and embarrass people I care about, and potentially end up in jail for causing a scene. Therefore, I'm constantly censoring myself. It's all about control.
7. I know that true freedom would be chaos, and that's impractical. There have to be checks in place to ensure others' freedoms aren't infringed upon...but what we've got now is ridiculous. I feel like I'm one of the only people who thinks this. :(
8. I love all my friends. If I've ever called you friend, much love. Even though we're separated by large spans of...whatever's between us... I miss you all. This includes some of my recent facebook only friends, whom I never got to hang out with in real life when we went to school together waaay back.
9. 3 years ago, I had a full-ride Army ROTC scholarship to the University of Missouri-Columbia. Now, I'm poor, in massive debt, have no degree and no real prospects. I feel more at peace now than I ever have. Hahaha. I'm glad I fucked that up.
10. I drive a POS '98 Suzuki Swift that I bought for $500-of labor-at $6 an hour. The exhaust leaks, causing me to drive everywhere with the windows down a bit to avoid passing out from carbon monoxide, even in the rain. I need a new windshield, new tires, and new brakes. My radio gets a single channel. They pay the same songs all the time. John Mayer, Coldplay, and Kelly Clarkson mostly... Eventually, I'll have one of those ipod hookups for it. However, my ipod is old and dysfunctional. It decides it doesn't want to work anymore after about ten minutes, or thirty, or three hours. Really depends on its mood I guess.
11. All of the relationships I've fostered and destroyed, all of the accomplishments and failures I've accrued...I've done so mostly on my own. I'm proud of that. Heh.
12. I'm an adventurer/explorer at heart. I like going on trips/rides/what the fuck ever just in case there's an opportunity to see something new and meet new people. If I could make enough money to just go where I want when I want (within reason, doesn't have to be anything spectacular), I think I'd be perfectly content (I'd need good company though :D)
13. I'd describe my current mood as bemusedly melancholic with giant amusement overtones...
14. I used to be a hardcore gamer. I had about 100 PS2 games, the same for PS1, and then only about 20 xbox/360 games... I've sold all of my game systems within the last 6 months. I've spent too much of my life in fiction. If you're interested though, still have quite a few games. (Ebay soon)
15. I used to play tabletop wargames. I'd spend hundreds of dollars on 1-inch tall model soldiers (of the sci-fi variety) along with accompanying tanks and support vehicles...build them (came in kit form) and paint them...for hours, to play a game involving rulers, dice and scale terrain pieces on a 4'x4' board( at its smallest, they could go up to like 6'x20' I think was the biggest I'd played on...). Yes, there were conventions for this stuff...in baltimore, MD and in chicago...I was one of those kids.
16. I've played DnD...and liked it.
17. I have four younger siblings. Their ages are 15, 6, 4 and 2...yes, 2. My parents had that one when I was in Basic Combat Training for the US Army...at 19 years old. I'm essentially a third parent. My folks call it birth control. Well, it works.
18. Speaking of the Army...that was a bad decision. It could have been a halfway decent one, but it was at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons. Eh, I'm out now, and I'm glad I got to experience that for a little bit. I might go back. I keep saying that. I learned a lot about people, myself included, during that time.
19. In Basic, I qualified as an expert with my rifle on the first try. I was one of six people to do that...out of a Company of 240 Soldiers... I was also a Team Leader, and led 7 other soldiers through various combat exercises over multiple days...and won through each time. I could have been one badass motherfucker (BAMF). But then I got out, and realized everything I'd missed...
20. A fault of mine is seeking approval. But I'm getting over that.
And then my newest one, from Sat at 2:33am (Apparently Facebook only feels the need to date things if some arbitrary amount of time has already passed, but, if you're curious, this was April 24th, of 2010...):
1. Fun Fact #1 - I'm a bastard, and so's my "dad". If I have a bastard son, I'll name him Oliver, assuming I know of his existence and have any "rights". As part of my adoption terms, my mother had to put an ad in a paper announcing my bastardism so that my biological father could have a chance to claim some type of "right" to me. I guess she put this ad in a Maryland paper(where I was born). I was conceived in the west, far from Maryland. This, of course, made it nigh impossible for Spermy McDonorton to become aware of my existence. Thinking about it, this may have been less than honest of her.
2. I am in a foul mood, which is wholly unattractive and repellent, I know. But, I really feel like repression isn't the thing for me right now.
3. I'm drinking a Mountain Dew right now. I went back and capitalized "Mountain" and "Dew", it being a proper noun and all. Right? Mountain Dew has undoubtedly lowered my sperm count far below that needed to father little bastard Oliver, whom I may call Ollie, or 'Ole Ols, which is both odd to write and say. This'll be a sperm-filled post, it seems, so prepare yourself. Yesterday I swore off Mountain Dew. I fail myself time and time again.
4. Now I'm just feeling...strange. I like entertaining people. I think a little too much. I leave myself open to ridicule both consciously and subconsciously, because I know the best joke of all is me. Unless it isn't.
5. Ahem. Being Dom is serious business. I know #4 leads people to believe the exact opposite of this. Someone once told me: "You're your own antithesis". I think that applies here.
6. Writing about myself is difficult. I rely on the feedback of others far too much. Oftentimes, my closest friends view me as a much better person than I view myself, and I am very thankful. Why do I have to have external evidence that I'm a good person? Is it because I'm Catholic? No. It's because I know that I'm less than I could be, less than I should be, and less than you think I am. I don't deserve to have as many good people in my life as I do. I'm sure this is another sanity thing.
7. I feel like there's a battle I need to fight, but I have no foe. I guess that's just another way of saying I lack purpose.
8. I took a break here to watch some pr0n. I warned you in #3. Don't worry. It was classy. Said so in the title.
9. If I went back to school (and I really do want to), I'd go to become a Materials Engineer, which is interdisciplinary and in keeping with my "jack of all trades" desires. That could've been one on its own, I suppose. The only problem with this is, having already experienced what it's like to have student loan bills, I could never bring myself to go back on credit. I'd need to pay my own way or figure out a way to go for free...
10. I hate Credit. The idea of using resources -you do not have- is ridiculous to me. I imagine my viewpoint would be different if credit had positively affected me, but it hasn't. I live in a state of economic slavery, as I believe most people today do. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
11. I want to become a Paramedic, or at least an EMT, and work in that capacity for a while. Why? Because the idea of saving lives is one of the most noble and honorable endeavors I can think of. This view is sometimes at odds with my haughty talk of natural selection...
12. Cars- Cars are awesome-ish, until they break, and you have no idea what to do about it, so you pay some asshole hundreds of dollars to fix something that, had you the knowledge, may have cost you far less. Knowledge is power. I want to go to some automechanic school to learn about vehicles so that I can fix my own, my family's, and my friends, for far reduced prices, the hell of it, and exploratory Road-Warrioring. I'm pretty sure that sentence was a disjointed grammaticognitive disaster. I made that term up. Mark your calendars. Get a screenshot. I expect to be cited.
13. Bags- Those of you who know me well know I'm kind of obsessed with...bags. Being able to tote around belongings on your person is another extension of an individuals freedom. I can pack a bag, and live out of it for X amount of days, depending on the size of the bag and what I'm doing, etc etc. Does that not ASTOUND YOU? Well, it does me. I'm constantly searching for the most efficient way to carry...things, and for things to carry. The idea is to eventually be able to condense all of my belongings onto my person, start moving, and never stop. To have everything I need to just...keep going. How do you leave no rock unturned f you're constantly backtracking? I know this isn't the most pragmatic aspiration...
14. Recently, I had a heart-to-heart with my 15 year old brother. I told him that he irritates the piss out of me sometimes...and is able to get under my skin more than any other living person...but that I was really proud of the person he's become. He's a really cool kid. Everyone should meet him. His response to this was to tell me that he wouldn't be this person without me, and that I was more of a parent to him than our parents ever were. This is, without exception, the best compliment I have ever received, and the most disheartening.
15. When I was a wee lad (2 or 3), I was a little looter. Whenever loose change was exposed and unprotected (be it on a countertop, side table, whatever), I would nab it, and squirrel it away. Well, when it was time to "go to the store", knowing there was the potential for toys to be present, I would run around the house to multiple caches I'd developed and scoop up my accumulated booty. Apparently I'd end up with enough for an action figure almost every time.
16. When I was in first grade, I wrote a love letter to a fifth grader, whom I had never spoken to, but admired from afar. It included a picture, of an underwater kingdom, that I may have at some point promised her joint dominion over. One of her little friends told me she took it home and hung it on her wall. A few weeks later, during lunch, I put a paperclip into what looked like an electric socket in the cafeteria wall and twisted it around. All the lights went out. My beloved led the tattle squad that ratted me out, resulting in a tour of the principal's office. I found this less than delightful, as did my parents. I never did get to speak to her.
17. When I was twelve, and walking home from the bus stop after school with my buddy Kyle, an older boy rode by on his bicycle, extended a pistol in my direction, and fired three times. It was only a BB gun, and all of the shots hit my backpack. I was left thinking: any one of us can lose everything, at any time, to the capricious whims of complete strangers.
18. I used to do a stand-up routine at a monthly open-mic night (Spotlight) for my living community in college. It was essentially me just rambling about stupid shit that I'd done. I also MC'd for it, with my one of my best pals, Adam. I'd like to do such a thing again sometime (see above:entertainer). I also really want to learn to play the violin, and write/perform music. Some people have told me over the years that I have a nice voice. All of them musically talented, so I should really trust their judgment in this, but I'm typically always dissatisfied with it, which affects my ability to improve, as my confidence to perform in front of those who could aid me is nil...
19. I've saved two of my younger siblings. One from drowning. One from choking. Adrenaline was in play on both occasions.
20. I won some contest once for writing a letter to a deployed soldier back when I was in junior ROTC in highschool. I didn't deserve the award though, because I didn't actually write it. I dictated it to a girl in my class, and she wrote it for me. I was feeling lazy, and she was in love with me or something. Kind of a douchebag move, Dom.
21. I no longer have a car. It was broke, and I sold it as scrap. I now ride a bike, that was given to me by a pretty cool gal. "Pretty cool gal" does her an injustice. I'm trying to figure out how to repay her insanity.
22. There is a song called "Dark Island" by Off-Kilter. I listen to this song right before I leave any place I've lived for "the last time". The quotation marks are there because I've ended up going back to said places before... I've done this for the past 5 years.
23. I have a fear of being in water I cannot see the bottom of, and also, to some extent, darkness. You just can't be sure of what's out there, and that bothers me. I mean, come on...SHARKS ARE SCARY. As is the bogey man. And panthers. Try seeing THEM at night.
24. I remember really liking "Waiting for Godot".
25. I have work at 7 and should really be asleep. Sorry I half-assed the end here. (It's 2:30)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sock Semen!!
When you jerk off into a sock, are you, from then on, walking upon the dried and broken bodies of would-be children?
My father always says: "It is better for your seed to fall in the belly of a whore than upon the ground." Or something. I guess that's a bible quote?
While looking for an answer to whether or not this actually comes from the bible, it would seem as though it doesn't. On one forum though, I found this particularly amusing quote:
"Men, your seed is VERY important, and should not be wasted or used in the wrong way. I'm sorry more men dont understand that, maybe they would keep their zippers up when they were supposed to."
Undue haste does make waste... Ba-Dum. *snare* And that's all I have to say about that.
My father always says: "It is better for your seed to fall in the belly of a whore than upon the ground." Or something. I guess that's a bible quote?
While looking for an answer to whether or not this actually comes from the bible, it would seem as though it doesn't. On one forum though, I found this particularly amusing quote:
"Men, your seed is VERY important, and should not be wasted or used in the wrong way. I'm sorry more men dont understand that, maybe they would keep their zippers up when they were supposed to."
Undue haste does make waste... Ba-Dum. *snare* And that's all I have to say about that.
Bloggin' Fo' Realz
Due to popular demand (at last count two individuals), I'll be attempting to maintain a fairly consistent blog. Here. On Blogger.
So...
According to wikipedia, the word blog is simply a "contraction of the word "web log"". This is a good tidbit of information for a blogger.
And now, without further ado, I'd like to share another familial occurrence.
In my house, there is a set routine and way of things. I like to think of it as our Order of Operations, but instead of "Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally" we have "Please Is Just A Word We Use To Preface Our Commands Which We Expect You To Follow Unflinchingly And Without Delay", or "PIJAWWUTPOCWWEYTFUAWD". It is a very long and unwieldy acronym. They also bear little resemblance to one another in form or function. The only thing tying them together is the "Please", really.
Um, sorry about that. Like I was saying, there's an order to things.
At 8 o' clock, it's bed time for the younger siblings (Aged 2, 4, and 7), and all of the "adults" proceed downstairs, to the common room. It's basically a wide open space two/thirds the size of the house's exterior (occupying one story, mostly underground, as we have a split-level). One wall is completely consumed by shelving units, about 20 feet of cubical storage bins filled with children's playthings.
It is a glorious monument to consumerism, instant gratification, and carelessness in stewardship.
My puppy is asleep next to me... He is twitching. It is adorably concerning.
Where those shelves meet the northeast corner of the house, more toys spread another twenty feet to the west. A large, overflowing toybox stuffed with...stuffed animals, a three-foot tall animatronic dinosaur, a Disney (does this need one of those little trademark dealies?) Princess vanity set, and a Dora the Explorer kitchen (startin' domestication early!) all adorn this wall, and lead to the "living room" portion of things.
In the northwest corner rests a sizable fireplace. Upon its mantle, our television (on which "I Love You, Man" is playing. But not anymore, because I turned it off after feeling guilty about being wasteful...and I've already seen it.)
OHMYGAWD. I'm just going on and on about my fucking basement, which is only pertinent to the story in that I was in it at the time. Fuck. I must be channeling Tolkien.
Anyfuck, we go downstairs. And there, we watch TV. That's right. Family time is watching TV. We sit in the dark and watch sitcoms, or dramas, or what the fuck ever is on. Scratch that, it doesn't even have to be on, for with the advent of "DVR" we can record and save DAYS of the stuff.
Man, can that dog twitch.
This weekend my parents attended a wedding, and I was left in charge of the house and kidlets. Well tonight (them having just gotten home today), during family time, my mother turns to me and says "So, was there an incident in the kitchen while we were gone?"
Me (Completely confounded): "Like what?" (As -something- must have prompted this conversational oddity.)
Father: "Good answer."
Mother: "Well, the dining room table's been moved."
Me: "Hmm. Uh. Not that I know about."
Mother: "Well I know something happened. It's a noticeable difference. You wouldn't not know what happened for it to move like that."
Me: *Burst of laughter* "I have no idea what you're talking about. Brother(15), did you move the table while mom and dad were gone?" I continue to snicker.
Brother: "Yea, totally. I just did it to mess with you." *sarcasm*
Mother (starting to get flustered): "This isn't funny. One of you knows what happened, and I want you to tell me."
Father: "I moved it.
Me: "HAHAHAHAHA."
Mother: "What? How could you have?"
Father: "You asked me earlier if the table looked like it'd been moved. I told you that I moved it."
Mother: "You never said that."
Me: "Hahahahahahaha."
This place is stupid.
/Fin
So...
According to wikipedia, the word blog is simply a "contraction of the word "web log"". This is a good tidbit of information for a blogger.
And now, without further ado, I'd like to share another familial occurrence.
In my house, there is a set routine and way of things. I like to think of it as our Order of Operations, but instead of "Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally" we have "Please Is Just A Word We Use To Preface Our Commands Which We Expect You To Follow Unflinchingly And Without Delay", or "PIJAWWUTPOCWWEYTFUAWD". It is a very long and unwieldy acronym. They also bear little resemblance to one another in form or function. The only thing tying them together is the "Please", really.
Um, sorry about that. Like I was saying, there's an order to things.
At 8 o' clock, it's bed time for the younger siblings (Aged 2, 4, and 7), and all of the "adults" proceed downstairs, to the common room. It's basically a wide open space two/thirds the size of the house's exterior (occupying one story, mostly underground, as we have a split-level). One wall is completely consumed by shelving units, about 20 feet of cubical storage bins filled with children's playthings.
It is a glorious monument to consumerism, instant gratification, and carelessness in stewardship.
My puppy is asleep next to me... He is twitching. It is adorably concerning.
Where those shelves meet the northeast corner of the house, more toys spread another twenty feet to the west. A large, overflowing toybox stuffed with...stuffed animals, a three-foot tall animatronic dinosaur, a Disney (does this need one of those little trademark dealies?) Princess vanity set, and a Dora the Explorer kitchen (startin' domestication early!) all adorn this wall, and lead to the "living room" portion of things.
In the northwest corner rests a sizable fireplace. Upon its mantle, our television (on which "I Love You, Man" is playing. But not anymore, because I turned it off after feeling guilty about being wasteful...and I've already seen it.)
OHMYGAWD. I'm just going on and on about my fucking basement, which is only pertinent to the story in that I was in it at the time. Fuck. I must be channeling Tolkien.
Anyfuck, we go downstairs. And there, we watch TV. That's right. Family time is watching TV. We sit in the dark and watch sitcoms, or dramas, or what the fuck ever is on. Scratch that, it doesn't even have to be on, for with the advent of "DVR" we can record and save DAYS of the stuff.
Man, can that dog twitch.
This weekend my parents attended a wedding, and I was left in charge of the house and kidlets. Well tonight (them having just gotten home today), during family time, my mother turns to me and says "So, was there an incident in the kitchen while we were gone?"
Me (Completely confounded): "Like what?" (As -something- must have prompted this conversational oddity.)
Father: "Good answer."
Mother: "Well, the dining room table's been moved."
Me: "Hmm. Uh. Not that I know about."
Mother: "Well I know something happened. It's a noticeable difference. You wouldn't not know what happened for it to move like that."
Me: *Burst of laughter* "I have no idea what you're talking about. Brother(15), did you move the table while mom and dad were gone?" I continue to snicker.
Brother: "Yea, totally. I just did it to mess with you." *sarcasm*
Mother (starting to get flustered): "This isn't funny. One of you knows what happened, and I want you to tell me."
Father: "I moved it.
Me: "HAHAHAHAHA."
Mother: "What? How could you have?"
Father: "You asked me earlier if the table looked like it'd been moved. I told you that I moved it."
Mother: "You never said that."
Me: "Hahahahahahaha."
This place is stupid.
/Fin
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Family Exchanges 04/17/2010
After watching my younger siblings for several hours whilst my parents ran errands about town, I had the following text-based conversation with my father:
Me-"Coming home?"
Father-"My question first."
Me-"What question?"
I never got an answer to either of mine.
...
Later on, in the living room, my 15 year old brother is seated in a rocking chair in the corner. I proceed to walk up o the window next to him, and swipe zombie-style at the curtains.
Me-*Swipes at curtains, creating a neat whoosh*
Brother(15)- "Yeah. I hate curtains too. Not sure why, but I have for as long as I can remember."
Me-"Bwahahaha" *Walks away*
Me-"Coming home?"
Father-"My question first."
Me-"What question?"
I never got an answer to either of mine.
...
Later on, in the living room, my 15 year old brother is seated in a rocking chair in the corner. I proceed to walk up o the window next to him, and swipe zombie-style at the curtains.
Me-*Swipes at curtains, creating a neat whoosh*
Brother(15)- "Yeah. I hate curtains too. Not sure why, but I have for as long as I can remember."
Me-"Bwahahaha" *Walks away*
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