I am thankful for...

OK on The big Turkey day first off was just a great day. Thanks to Darren and Gina for having me over. Special thanks to Gina for running to the pharmacy early in the morning for me so that I could make it out of bed at all. Thanks to Bernard for being the other Hawk in seen it. Thanks to the other two barking Atheists for Trivial Pursuit.

I said when we were at the table, "I'm thankful there is no god because if there was man would that suck!"

Someone who I'll leave nameless responded, "Yes because I would burn in hell if there was."

I realized right then that if there really were a god it could (and likely would) be way worse than any of the gods that various groups of people have created for themselves. For example the xtians think that their god is benevolent and loves them. Granted they also believe that a tsunami that kills just fucking bazillions of people is also this same loving god's will, but this is a side point.

Now imagine we were created by something. Imagine that thing thought of us very much in the same way someone who kept naked mole rats thought of his charges. Imagine he or she had a cruel streak. See how much worse that is than NO GOD?

I'm so thankful there is no god.

Quotes taken out of context...

Are just so fun...

"I don't need a machine! I have you."

What he said...

Penn throws it down just how I feel.

So click it and then hit the listen button.

yummy stir fry

If all you have is a hammer...

So I got me some new knives. I've always wanted a really decent set of knives and these rock. I had this cool coupon that was 20% off one item so I went for it.

So when I was hungry tonight I wanted a snack. You know hungry leads to food but it wasn't meal time so I was forced into settling for a snack by the very language that we use. Not a meal? Nope must be a snack. Really hungry? well it's a big ass snack. eat the whole fucking bag why don't ya?

So I wanted to cut something up. So I made french onion dip. OK it wasn't french. I'm not french and I didn't follow a recipe so fuck the french, OK they had nothing to do with it. Nothing. Not a god damn thing. No french in it. Onions. yes. I cut those onions up good. That is a fucking good knife. I loved it. So finely sliced so then I busted a moved and diced them. Yes I sliced then I diced. Ok you know those commercials that say "it slices it dices" um if you can do one you can do the other just turn the shit you are dicing and do it again, right? can something dice but not slice. I don't think so. OK phew busted that one.

I stared with onions then sour cream. Nothing french at all. It needed something so I added salt. Always add salt. Butter is also always good, but I had the fat part all set with the sour cream. No it wasn't fat free sour cream. NO NO NO. Cream is fat, people. Fat free sour cream is air. It's just air.

OK needed more of a kick so I pressed a garlic clove. OK too much, but still very good. Not enough with it being too much I added a helping of cayenne pepper. yes I did. Now it's really not french. It's kinda red and very hot.

Cajun onion dip?

It was fucking good. I ate it all and drank a sprite. Everybody having a good time.

boo ya.

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I got this from David Allen's blog.

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oh ya baby... it's big...

oh what the dna has in it...

You ever make a sound you didn't think you could make? Something stresses you out and maybe you say a choice word or two that you didn't think you had in you? You ever let out a stream of obscenity when in the car on the highway that would make George Carlin blush like like a school girl? Ya me either I don't think that mutherfuckin' cocksucker could blush if you held a gun to his head. Shit his pants probly, but not blush.

One of my dogs just made the mistake of growling at me. I had given them each a bone and then I was going to let them chew for a while in my bedroom so I called bedtime to get them to go to the crates. They both ran in there just fine and I went to let them back out in the bedroom and as I walked up to padfoot's crate he let out a growl... I should point out he growled at a child from inside his crate the other night so this was a repeat offnse. I was a bit shocked when he did it. I wasn't even going for the bone.

I'd like to let you know for sure I did not hurt him at all. I scared the shit right out of him, but hurt him? no.

I made a noise at him that changed his gowl into a wimper. It came from down deep in my DNA. It was loud and basically a growl back at him. Then I pulled him bodily from the crate (again I didn't hurt him) I yelled at him and took the bone away. When I came back up from putting the bones away he had that seriously sheepish look and as I walked to his crate and loomed over him he dropped to the ground and wouldn't look up at me. Growling is so not cool. Next time I'll really get in his face.

Do not fuck with shecky... shecky will fuck you up.

It's left right and left again...

Penn says that luck is just the laws of probability taken personally. Well it so happens that the laws of probability can be pretty interesting. We often go along just happy as anything not expecting what is about to come down the pike. Sometimes it works for two beings at the same time. Look at me having a perfectly good day really happy. Headed for a lovely deli sandwich at The Roxy in ferment. My beetle just cruising along the road. I was excited.

From another point of view a rather small mind is just as unaware of me as I'm unaware of it. He or she hasn't got a clue I'm coming and I haven't got a clue it's coming. It doesn't have the mental capacity presumably to figure up the probability that I'm coming, nor does it apparently have the skill to look both ways. It is of course a squirrel.

I make a turn. I cruise up the wrong street. I hear a thud. On thinking back it was two thuds. I think I hit a can. I'm a little annoyed that I didn't see it. I hope it wasn't a bottle because it was kind of loud. Hope my tire is OK. I look up in the mirror just in time to see his little feet going and going. I see that he or she is already dead and I will spare you the details that allow me to be very sure with this conclusion. You can trust me, it was not suffering. I was.

I had to pull over and I just cracked like an egg. I cried and cried. I didn't go back. I did look down there and saw that it wasn't moving. Like I said it was unmistakably dead when I first saw it. Those little feet have reappeared in my head a few times today just running and running.

I got it together and was reminded again and again that it was an accident and I hadn't done anything on purpose. I went on and really enjoyed my sandwich. I am an atheist and I think of these things as evolution at work, but evolution is a sad sad thing. Be smart or die.

Look both ways. k?

Yesterday I voted

Every other blogger seems to have posted an imperative: vote. I'm saying ok ok... I did.

I thought that my rights had been violated when they checked my ID. You can't create a situation where it costs money to vote. It's called a poll tax. Poll taxes were used in slave states (and maybe elsewhere, I don't know) to keep poor (black) people from voting. It is against the constitution and the laws were struck down eventually. WA state now requires ID in this new law (taken from the ACLU of WA site):

RCW 29A.44.205. Identification required.

Any person desiring to vote at any primary or election is required to provide identification to the election officer before signing the poll book. The identification required in this section can be satisfied by providing a valid photo identification, such as a driver's license or state identification card, student identification card, or tribal identification card, a voter's voter identification issued by a county elections officer, or a copy of a current utility bill, bank statement, paycheck, or government check or other government document. Any individual who desires to vote in person but cannot provide identification as required by this section shall be issued a provisional ballot.

A lot of those things can be acquired for free and I can't say would cause an undue burden upon any voted. A utility bill would count. "...other government document." would be an easy one to get as well. If you can't produce ID you are issued a provisional ballot so I guess my plan to challenge the law is shot.

Damnation. I want to get to the supreme court somehow and my lack of law degree isn't going to get me there. Wait. I could become a prominent church member in Texas and that would at least get me the appointment, right?

iBlog

I always blog in the first person. I never blog fiction. I blog backwards. I thought about blogging some fiction, but it just turned out to be me. I was thinking about it in the car last night when I was by myself driving to pick up Sam from music class. I had this old man doing this and that. It just turned out to be what I thought I might be like in the far future.

I wonder what blogging into the future will lead to. I mean looking back I could never have known I'd be here, now, in the state that I'm in. If I wrote a ficticious entry about myself in the future the only certain thing is I'd be way off base.

Since I started this blog my life has had just a teensy bit of churn. I started it when I went back to work after being off for 3 years to spend time with my family. Now my family is a fraction of what it was before. I think it would take a differential equasion to figure out exactly what that fraction would be.

I have no intentions of ending it or anything because I love it. I thought about starting a new one with a new title, but why? For all you know I also have a secret anonymous blog that I write *everything* to. Or not. Don't underestimate the power of lazy. I like backtalk.

It's like I'm writing just to you. I don't know which you you are, but based on my pitiful hit count you are likely related to me.

I just blog. iBlog

Message in a blogger...

OK if you are putting new tracks into one of the internet DB's of track names please hear this mutherfucker. Yes if you enter tracks then I mean you, you bastard pay the fuck attention to me. Listen good poindexter because you might just be fucking up everybody's iTunes everywhere. Yes everwhere, asshole. Yes, ass whipe, you think you are doing good and maybe you are, maybe not yes I called you an ass whipe. That's why you have to pay attention lest you keep fucking it up like before.

If it's a compilation disc "Various" under the artist doesn't cut it.

Also Volume 11 is not Volume II or 2. K?

Stop fucking it up, k?

Yes I tried to correct it, but for some reason it gave me the finger when I tried to update it.

This profanity minute was brought to you by iTunz Terminal Typhoid Titicapituc Track Terrorizers. And the letter T.

So I'm in line...

I start so many of these as I'm in line at the cafeteria. I get up and it's my turn to order a very poor substitute for Chicken Tikka. Very poor indeed. The rice looks kinda sticky so I want a little extra of the sauce. So I smile when the guy asks me what I want and I said, "Chicken Tikka with extra sauce, please" I mean I include the please because I just asked the guy for "extra" sauce. He says nothing. I think to myself what is the worst thing he can do because I asked for a little bit of extra sauce. At this point he slamms the ice cream scoop onto the bottom of the rice pan very hard. Very hard. Very Loud. Scares the living bejeeeezus out of me. I'm sure I jumped. I mean shit it was just a little extra sauce right? To be honest as I eat the sauce right now it's not very good. It's no Tandori Fire by any stretch of the word. I just wanted a little extra. I managed to quietly say, "er... not."

Then I see what he's doing all of about 2 seconds later. He's unjamming the sticky rice from the scoop. He he completely oblivous to the fact that had I eaten very much in the last 3 days I would have in fact just shit myself with that bang of the ice cream scoop. Ice cream scoop on rice. Did I mention rice when I said, "Ice Cream Scoop." no I didn't. Not Rice Scoop. Not Sticky Rice Scoop. No sir. Ice Cream...

OK so he doesn't even realize that his little 'sound check' over rice just caused me to have a small stroke and he scoops the rice. With what you ask? Yes he scooped it with an ice cream scoop. Then he gave me my freakin' extra sauce. Woooo hoo.

I picked up a piece of naan and it was rock hard so I put that back. NO I did not put back in the basket I put it on the counter directly so someone would throw it away. Or bang it on the freaking rice pan til we all die of fright.

The sauce isn't that good either... damn