Congrats to my google toolbar for blocking it's 2,000th pop-up today.
get down wit ya bad self.
I've be pretty disenfranchised by the blatantly partisan politik'n that seems to show up about this team every 4 years. It's not that I don't like debate or conversation.
It's that during the run-up to the election everybody and their dog comes out of the woodwork to insult the opponent of the guy they are going to vote for. These people are just plain dumb. They ponder and postulate out loud conspiracy theories and moral rhetoric as they see fit without actually thinking about the ideas they put forth. They come forth with high-minded ideas because its cool to be interested in the run-up to November. So for 3 years and 9 months the majority of people don't pay attention to anything but Michael Jackson’s nose and Britney Spears’ love life, but in those other 3 months, ooh boy howdy, you're getting a piece of their mind and there's nothing you can do about it.
I don't need to hear it. I get my news everyday from many different places, and I pay attention to it every day, every week, every year. I think about the performance of my elected officials the entire time, not just when you decided it's cool because MTV showed some 'Rock the Vote' commercials during your Real World / Road Rules Challenge' marathon Sunday afternoon.
I’ll make my voting decisions without your undue influence, wake me up when it’s November 3rd.
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don't want no candy
I don't need toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand
Because...
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
When I get older they think I'm a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks were so hot
I made the teacher want to dance
And that's why...
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
the boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And i pound on that drum like it was the boss's head
Because..
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Bang On The Drum All Day - Todd Rundgren
two words...
damn. small.
I have absolutely no excuse for not posting.
none.
not even a bad one.
not even a made up one about being busy or about being disenchanted with the world.
I've got nothing.
It also occurs to me at this point that probably a good 15% of all blogging post out there mention or make reference to the authors regret at not having posted more frequently. I've done, in fact I would venture to guess that if you spelunked your way through the archives of any blogger you would find at least one entry starting a phrase similar to, "sorry I haven't posted in a while...I've been really busy lately" There is definitely some witty remark to be made about this trend, but I’m off my game and don't feel like expending the intellectual effort required to make it.
bleh
editors note: this is a repeated entry originally posted in 2003
Don't remember because lots of people died
Don't remember because their families have it tough.
Don't remember because any loss that it caused anybody.
Remember because if only for a day you knew the face of evil. You understood what length the enemy was willing to go to in order to see you suffer. Remember that from that day forth ignorance vanished. Everyone in the world knew your foe. Everyone in the world saw that you were in a fight for your very existence. In the shadow of smoke you can easily see your friend from your enemy. Anyone who then opposed your quest for existence didn't do so out of their superior values for human life. They opposed your quest because they oppose your rights, and they oppose you.
No longer should our right to existence be subject to the whims of our enemies. Civilizations rise and fall, people are mortal, ideas are forever. No matter who you are, regardless of your beliefs, you will be judged. Whether by your deity or the children of history, a consciousness not your own will determine the morality of your actions. The principles that govern your actions will be questioned, do you have them or do your actions decide your principles. Emotions will die; logic lives forever.
All things and people will come to an end. Stand and face your enemy, those without swords can still die on them. What's yours is yours, including your life. If the end comes, go down fighting for what is rightfully yours. History will remember you as we remember the Alamo. Evil is there, whether you acknowledge it or not. And only in the face of danger will the true colors of character be revealed for all to see.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn't exist.
You know, I nearly lost it there. I nearly lost my faith in the redeeming qualities of women. After going nearly 18 months fully girlfriend free (6 months because I'm stupid and 12 months because of KU Aerospace), seeing fratboy after assholish frat boy hooking up with dumb girl after slutty dumb girl, I came close to dismissing the belief that what goes around comes around.
But now...
My new roomate is passed out about 2 drinks away from alcohol poisoning because he tried to date two girls at the same time and they found out about one another. He spent nearly all his money trying to get them back, and now he is poor, alone, and drunk, very very very drunk.
I don't mean to revel in the plight of another man...
...but I, my friends, am not.
TOG->Missing the figurative white J. Press shirt
"...an Earth, Wind and Fire album and a Little League chest protector. Seriously. Those will keep any man company."
"So we have an Austrian-American bodybuilder with a history of orgies and a couple of spoiled, hard-drinking party girls fronting for a party whose platform is inspired in large part by Biblical fundamentalism. Yep. It would be hard to convey a more vivid reflection of our fractured culture than that."