My sister

My Friend Mark...

So I've this friend named Mark. He's very nice if you know him and not so nice if you don't. I mean, he's not rude or anything, he's just kind of a standoffish prick if you're a slob like most people. Do I float my own boat by saying I'm proud of having him as a friend, you bet I do, but he's the type of guy from whom you hear really interesting things. Yesterday evening I got an email with the title:

Bertrand Russell quote
[the following is all that was in the email]

One of the commonest things to do with savings is to lend them to some Government. In view of the fact that the bulk of the public expenditure of most civilized Governments consists in payment for past wars or preparation for future wars, the man who lends his money to a Government is in the same position as the bad men in Shakespeare who hire murderers. The net result of the man's economical habits is to increase the armed forces of the State to which he lends his savings. Obviously it would be better if he spent the money, even if he spent it in drink or gambling.


Now, Mark didn't get points for passing along a quotation the way most people pass along bullshit forwards. Nope. Mark gets points for quoting Bertrand Russell and for being a former military man like myself. This is exactly why we need more than two parties in this nation...there's no way we should have to be simply for or against something...

A lot of the time I like to think I'm like Mark, against stupidity.

Micro Cuts

Micro Cuts

Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should've loved
Souls weeping above

I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul

Micro waves me insane
A blaine cuts in your brain
To sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate

I've seen
What you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul



Now, I know that this doesn't really count as a post, but I'm conflicted at this point in my life right now. I mean, part of me wants to finish the dissertation and move on. Part of me wants to get past my hang ups for the thing, get a big fuckin' tattoo on my arm (or neck) and do whatever I feel like rather than doing what I know to be my future. Ugh, that sounds way more like complaining than it should...and the baby's crying. Gotta scoot!

Throw Some D's On That Bitch!

You Know When U Jus Get Your Report Card, And You Have All F's On It U Just Wana Take It Back To The Teacher And Say To Throw Some D's On That Bitch!

Yeah, I know, it's more than a bit cliche, but it's too damn catchy and too damn funny from a teacher's p.o.v. Honestly, the Soulja Boy version is fairly idiotic, especially when you think of little kids hearing the lyrics and thinking they're anything except comedy. In that light the song's just spooky. But if you take it from Girl Talk, and you best know that I do, the lyrics can have any number of meanings, and I think that's what Rich Boy was rappin' about.

Anyway, fuck off...

haters.

Charlie's bad hair day

So this is what the boy looked like when he woke up from his nap the
other day...

And I have to say, I like blogging from an iPhone! It's super easy...