A coma wouldn't be so bad right now

It's something like 64 days until the presidential election. After watching all of this garbage for MONTHS (years?) now, I'm glad to see that in nine excruciating weeks, this will all be over (Florida, don't fuck this up again.)

I don't feel the need to get too deeply involved in presidential politics. In fact, I want everyone to know that MY VOTE DOES NOT COUNT. I live in Texas. Whether I vote for Bush, Kerry, Nader or Badnarik, it doesn't make a difference. Bush is carrying Texas. It could be 100 years from now and you could run a scrap of President Bush's DNA on a cocktail napkin, and it would carry Texas. So get the garbage off my TV... my mute button is getting worn out.

Tour Hell!

In case your planned trip to Najaf gets derailed at the last minute this year, I'm sure the fine folks at Koryo Tours can hook you up with a destination you never knew you were missing out on. That's right, visit North Korea!

....just don't forget to read the helpful travel tips. Hope you have a photographic memory, as it sounds like you won't be getting a lot of photos.

In the DPRK you will be under close scrutiny from the guides and security. Use of cameras causes the majority of problems. You can only take a photograph of what the guides allow. The public are obliged to report all photography. Taking photos of soldiers, at check points, poverty, sneaked photos and close ups of people without their express permission will cause serious problems. Photography when being driven around is also restricted.

For the daily Commie news conveniently published in English and Spanish (for the Cubans?)visithere.

Loaded for bear? No, loaded bear!

Proof that mother nature intends for us to drink beer until we pass out, then repeat.

"We noticed a bear sleeping on the common lawn and wondered what was going on until we discovered that there were a lot of beer cans lying around,"

The Loaded Bear Story

U.N.American Atrocity - Shuffling papers while thousands die

The U.N. should take action in the Sudan. The government is greatly assisting in genocide there, yet the world agency of peace will do nothing due to roadblocks put in place by its own members. It is deplorable.

If you aren't aware of what's happening, do a Google or Yahoo! news search for the term 'Sudan' and prepare to be disgusted.

If the U.N. fails to take action in this situation (one month deadlines with no implicit threats behind them are not action) then the body will futher lose credibility (if that's possible) which would then only further hinder its few legitimate endeavours in the world.

Leave the Chil'en at home

I certainly never meant to start my blogging life with two posts two days in a row about kids. That taken in consideration with the name of this blog would lead one to believe I'm anti-procreation. Not true. I feel all well meaning, economically capable people should have some if they so desire.

THAT SAID, I can't find my boss in his office today. I can find his two spawn running around the office shredding documents. A quick glance at what they're shredding shows that its nothing to worry about...mostly crap stuff that needs to be turned into hamster cage padding. The simple fact is that his office is now munchkin land and he's nowhere to be found.

People, leave them kids at home!

For god's sake, control yourselves

So sometime back in the fall/winter of 1976, my parents (who obviously had nothing better to do) decide it's time to pull the goalie again and try for kid number 2. A bunch of ooing, ahhing, waiting, labored breathing and screaming later, enter yours truly. (I'm referring to delivery there for anyone that may actually read this and think I've got some Freudian 'obsessed with your parents doing it' hang up)

It's a unique story, I know.

Fast- forward 27 years or so. Trust me, you aren't missing much. A lot of reading, a lot of math, disfunctional friendships/relationships/loves, some settling during shipping and voila. Here I am. Wherever in god's name that is.

Resignation, USA.

Hello! I'm home. I see the rent is due.

You see, a funny thing happened to me on the way through a typical day today. A good coworker and friend went and knocked up his wife. Of course, that means that he'll be less fun to the non-childed of us...that's typical. Well, for some reason, that means he's gotta pack up and move his life to an ass-backward coastal town to be near the wife's family. Free baby-sitting aside, there's just something wrong there. There was a time in this world where getting knocked up didn't mean you had to transplant your career/life to petrochemical hell just to make ends meet. There may have been some coupon cutting, but people got by. Ain't the case for Chadwick.

So why should I care? About his situation, I really don't. Not too much. I'll feign interests eventually about gender, and then due dates, and finally we'll talk about the little tike as we would a nice striper: length and weight.

Those'll be easy numbers to talk about. Biggest complication will be the decimal place. We won't talk about the commas as in $5,000 in doctors bills the first 6 months. $6,000 in assorted baby shwag that was unnecessary one score and seven years ago. $100,000 to send the little kid off to college in 18 short years.

Nope, we're not gonna talk about that. Kids are nothing but joy.