We are a nation divided. The citizens don’t want war but the government does. Well that is not really the case, as we all know. Its only kinda the case. I for one have a problem with the way we (The U.S. Government) went into this thing we call “Operation Iraqi Freedom”. I don’t like that we are the aggressors or the way it’s justified as a preemptive strike. I thought we are the “good guys” and the good guys don’t start the fight they just finish them. Right? I don’t like the use of the term preemptive strike, because this sets a precedent. Now, why can’t China attack Taiwan and justify it in the same manor? Or North Korea attack South Korea? And the United Nations did not give us the ok. We are doing this regardless of what the global community wants. Because we are the strongest we can do what we want? This is not the way the “good guys” are supposed to work. None of this sits well with me. However the U.S. is in this thing and there is no turning back till we reach the goal. So because of that I support the coalition forces in the Middle East. I know that half of the readers are now appalled. But the fact is stopping now would be the worst thing the coalition forces could do. I hope for a quick end to this conflict and I hope for as little casualties as possible. I don’t expect either but I still hope for it. To all the people that want peace I say, so do I. But we are at war now and there will be no peace till this conflict is resolved. I hope that anyone that reads this that wants to reply will. I feel lucky to live in a country were I can voice my opinion. Please let me know how you feel. Contact me
The lighter side: How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris? I don't know, they have never tried.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003 Dad said, just drop the ANGRY
Yodas and shit!
I am a meat popsicle.
The Collected Musings of a Richard Marx Fan.
I'd rather not be on a show, than be on Fox.
A Shrine to the Acura.
Red, down there.
Made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs!
I hate honkeys!
Damn Good Cinnamon Toast
Monday, March 24, 2003
Oooh IIIIIIIII oooooooooh I'm still alive
Well, after my weekend of hiking on and off The Appalachian Trail, I made it home. My legs a killing me, but all in all I had a good weekend. I met a lot of people and got to see a lot of nature and shit. I would like to do something like that again but next time I would like to hike less and have more friends on the trip.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Paper or plastic?
Like a child with a new toy (assembly required), I opened the box for my new tent. I had assembled it once before, but this time I was going to apply seam sealer. Seam sealer is the clear thick gel that is for sealing seams. That’s how it got its name. It helps to waterproof your tent. And I have Jonny Boomerang to thank for suggesting I do this. Thank you Jonny! So I set it up inside because it was raining and that way I could watch TV too. I was sealing along just find with only a little bit of messiness. Most of the mess was just on the applicator and a lil’ on my hands. The tent was now sealed and I went to wash up. But the vanilla scented BATH and BODYWORKS soap wasn’t cutting the mustard. I tried some other soaps. Soaps that are less girly. But none would get this gel-crap off my hands. Next I tried 409 cleaner. That only got rig of the vanilla smell. I decided that I would have to let it dry then scratch it all off. So I’ll just go to bed. But how was I gonna keep the gel-crap from getting all over my sheets and stuff? I put plastic grocery bags on my hands and went to bed. I slept ok but while I was reading, the bags made it very hard to turn the pages.
Saturday, March 15, 2003 Don’t mess with the library
This morning, while working the Circulation desk at work, I discussed guns with a co-worker. Not control or anything deep, just our experiences. I have never fired a gun before. However my co-worker had been to a shooting range with her husband and some friends. She said she enjoyed shooting a gun but she could see that it was a bad idea for there to be one in her house. She then implied that it was a bad idea because it would be too tempting for her to use. She has a temper that at one time would have been on par with my own. I guess family life has calmed her. (The following is under the assumption of home invasion, or being attack) She then said that if she needed to that she would rather use a knife or "something". I smiled and asked, is that so you can watch the life drain from their eyes? She laughed and nodded yes. I admitted that I too would want this person to know who ended them, but this common thinking between she and I is do to the fact that we are both very goal oriented. Though I would want to do it with my own force. I continued by saying, beating them, throw them off a building, but only use a weapon as a last resort. I like the beating them because you would be more likely to end the conflict before it reaches the point in which someone has to die. She said, no just take them out.
Thursday, March 13, 2003 SPAGHETTI! SPAGHETTI! SPAGHETTI! SPAGHETTI! SPAGHETTI!
Karoke at Fairview Grill. I took the crowd with Welcome to the Jungle. I had another chance, another opportunity, to seize everything I ever wanted in life. I lost myself in the music, the moment, with Lose Yourself. And for my final song I was robbed of Invisible Touch, so this Marky Mark had to Feel the Vibrations.
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
There goes the bride
The wedding I went to Saturday after noon was very nice. Everything went off great and the bride was of course beautiful. I was happy that I could ride and sit with Lori (Mat’s Lady friend). And we ran into the Mock Family with fun baby Samuel in tow. Lori went off to find Mat at the reception so I had lots of time to play with Samuel. The Mocks needed to call it a night as they live about hour away and Sam was going from fun to tired. So that left me to my social skills to find a friend to talk to. Luckily all folks from the Wine Bar the night before were at the reception. I saw the potty-mouthed girl getting drink at the bar so I helped myself to the open bar and started up a conversation. I followed her to where the rest of the Wine Bar crowd was hangin and from there I was home free. I was introduced to everybody else via the Wine Bar crowd. After figuring out how to get everyone to his or her home/hotel to change. We all met uptown at a bar. Abd drank, eat and made fun of each other till about 1:20am. Some called it a night while others went for street-side hotdogs. My job was to get to a store before 2am to get some beer. Then we all met back at Mat’s apartment. After one round of beer, and two episodes of the Brak Show. We all called it a night. I crashed at home a sometime after 3am. I had a lot of fun this weekend.
Saturday, March 08, 2003
For everything else there's Mastercard
4 tires, for my sexy car, Over$400.00
Alterations of my suit $50.00
Shirts from the dry cleaners, $3.50
Lunch with and old friend, $23.00
52,000 mile check on my sexy car, $78.00
Charlotte Checkers Hockey game with friends, $8.00.
Meet some other friends at a wine bar (hey, I didn’t pick it) $8.00
Hearing a chic say “Fuck” (used as an adjective) too many times for me to count during a conversation about religion. Priceless.
Dutch 69:
-hopes your first child is a masculine child
-a taste of chocolate
-dribble off those Bobbie Brooks let me do what I please
-before this, did you really know what live was?
-the love child of venus and remo williams
-gots next
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
I got felt up by any Asian woman....And I didn't even pay for it!
A friend of mine is getting married this coming weekend and I still have to buy a gift, find the church, and get my suit altered. So of course I have waited till this week; the week before the wedding, to do all of this. So today I got the suit thing started. I enter the business; suggested by my mom, and I am greeted with a smile. After stating my purpose the nice little lady tells me to go change and points to a row of curtains. I dress in my fancy duds and step out from behind the curtain. The little lady tells directs me to a 3ft x 3ft x 1ft stage. I step up and before I place my feet she is turning, straightening, and tugging at me. She asked me what I wanted to change. We discuss the loose, the tie, the long, and the short. Then we talked about the suit. After making marks with chalk and pushing a few pins she was done. I shuffle behind the curtain again and change out of my suit. I return to the little woman at her cash register, and then asked her the when will this be done, because I need by Saturday? She smiles and said, "How about Thursday after 1:00pm? That way we have a day to make changes. I have 6 girls working, we very fast, I have it ready for you in time." Now I just need a gift and to find the church.
