I didn't realize until some time after, but when my car got burglarized last year, the thieves stole not only my valuable amplification and CDs; they stole my car's soul. Since the burglary, that car cannot keep a power steering belt in one piece, it cannot keep a driver's side rear tire inflated, and now it cannot even manage 30 miles per gallon. ( Read more... )

As part of the process of getting my life back together, I've made a conscious decision to step down the amount of energy I put into stewing over politics; this explains part of my relative silence in the past few months. But I could not let the following bullshit pass without comment ( Read more... )

My brother put aside a number of issues he has with the Democratic party and threw his support behind Barack Obama with the goal of "getting God out of the White House." Now, thisDon't get me wrong ... Obama would come as a relief after eight years of King George - hell, I'd even consider McCain an improvement - but ... I don't even have the energy ( Read more... )

While many of those who continue to support the national moratorium on offshore drilling correctly state that such drilling would do nothing to alleviate high prices at the pump any time soon, I wish somebody with a bigger audience than me would call Bush, McCain and all the other braying republifucks on their shit:

They would rather exploit public ( Read more... )

For years now, I've endeavored to eat food better both for my body and my planet, but I do indulge the occasional cherry licorice hankering, such as the one that came creeping earlier this evening. Even in that moment of weakness, I deliberately purchased the recyclable paperboard box o' licorice rather than the throw-away plastic bag of licorice, ( Read more... )

Despite some bummers of entries in the past, I've never written here in the throes of actual clinical depression - check out the symptoms, then buy me some sweet drugs. I don't know what else to do with myself at the moment, so I figure I'll try writing through it tonight. I apologize if this doesn't come as some grand return to form from my glory ( Read more... )

During my twice-nightly Simpsons viewings on the local FUX affiliate, I see a number of commercials for a number of FUX prime-time offerings. Lately, they've hawked a very special Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? in which some douche just might win $1 million because he just might have what it takes to have almost half of what it takes to ( Read more... )

I should effectively complete my undergraduate studies by the end of this month, assuming I pass all my classes. But I don't feel like a young man about to graduate college. I just feel like a chump with more thankless shit to do than I can handle, and given my recent stonewalling in the job market, even less motivation than usual to do it. I don't ( Read more... )

The Wife greeted me with the following bombshell upon my return from my evening class:

"[The Boy's Daycare Provider] quit."

More precisely, she quit at 8:15pm, with us having planned for her to take the Boy on Thursday as well. At least we had one of the awesome girls at awesome Murphy's offer occasional emergency backup one-on-one in-home daycare ( Read more... )