Tuesday, September 23, 2008

You don't say?

Really, captain obvious? You are gay?
We had no fucking clue.
Good for you for finally coming out though, we support you (even if we outed you, like 3 years ago!)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Attractive AND kind? *sigh* I am kicking Angelina's ass.

Because no one has the right to deny another their life, even though they disagree with it, because everyone has the right to live the life they so desire if it doesn't harm another and because discrimination has no place in America, my vote will be for equality and against Proposition 8."

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A love letter

Dear city of Dublin Police Department,

You guys rock. You definitely deserve to be a part of Columbus' bravest. Now, don't get me wrong. I am sure the entire City of Columbus and it's police department worked their asses off during our city wide power outage. The one that still has many people without power. However, the City of Dublin sent their officers to do something they probably didn't really want to be doing, but was much needed. That's right, direct traffic.
I know it sounds like a small thing, but people really reveal their stupid gene when traffic lights go out. I saw many near misses and blaring car horns on Morse road on my way to work. So many so, that I was a little worried about finishing my drive. I was very relieved once I got to Dublin and saw those flashing lights and our guardians in blue. I don't know what the rest of the city was doing, but at least Dublin knew what was desperately needed. A small gesture that went miles.

Thanks a million, you really are America's finest.

Monday, September 15, 2008

I'm a little cranky today.

Let's recount my past day or so, shall we. Maybe it will reveal why I am a little cranky today.

Saturday 3:00 am - go to bed after a long day at work
Sunday 3:00 pm - Wake up (yes, I know I overslept quite a bit)
Sunday 3:30 pm - Power goes out, oops it's back on.
Sunday 3:45 pm - Power goes out, oops it's back on.
Sunday 4:00 pm - Power goes out, oops it's back on.
Sunday 4:05 pm - Power goes out, big bang. It stays out. In the dark.
Sunday 5:00 pm - In the dark still.
Sunday 6:00 pm - In the dark still.
Sunday 7:00 pm - What's that? In the dark still.
Sunday 8:00 pm- Still dark. There isn't a whole hell of a lot you can do in the dark.
Sunday 9:00 pm - Jill and Ron have power now, hoping...
Sunday 10:00 pm - Fuck the dark.
Sunday 11:00 pm - Still hoping to have some sort of nice day off. Still sitting in the dark.
Sunday 12:00 pm/am - Pretty sure my food in the fridge is spoiled. Can't see for sure, still dark.
Monday 1:00 am - Still in the dark. Have admitted defeat. Going to bed to try and sleep.
Monday 2:00 am - Roll over in pool of sweat, listening to every fart my upstairs neighbor blows.
Monday 3:00 am - Whoo Hoo!! Power! It scared the shit out of me coming on. I stumble around the apartment half asleep turning of fans, lamps, and my blaring TV. Run into the doorknob on my closet, can feel the bruise coming on.
Monday 3:10 am - Sit down to pee. Lights go out.
Monday 3:15 am - Too tired to cry, lay back down on my bed in the sweat shack.
Monday 4:00 am - Strange dreams.
Monday 4:30 am - Mini Heart attack when power comes on again. Get up, turn bathroom light off.
Monday 5:00 am - Strange dreams about work.
Monday 6:00 am - Continued LSD-type dreams.
Monday 7:00 am - Dreaming.
Monday 7:30 am - Cell phone goes off, Ron texting me if I have power. Will reply text later.
Monday 8:00 am - Fall back asleep.
Monday 8:15 am - Cell phone goes off. Damn it!! Jill texting me if I have power yet. Will reply text later. I love my friends, I really do.
Monday 8:30 am - Fall back asleep.
Monday 9:00 am - Weird ass dreams.
Monday 9:30 am - Asshole begins mowing the lawn at my complex. You just don't know how loud a lawn mower is until you live on the ground floor and one goes by right by your head. Pretty fucking loud. Glad he feel's it's important to mow dead grass.
Monday 10:00 am - He is done, now I can go back to sleep.
Monday 10:30 am - Finally asleep
Monday 11:00 am - Mom calls like she said she would to make sure I am up in case my power never came on.

Fine. I am up now. *sigh* Today should be a good day.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Friday, September 05, 2008

HILDA! The sexiest pin-up from the 1950's and 1960's. God bless you Duane Bryers!

For more info on HILDA and to find many more absolutely adorable paintings of her, try

Rock and ...What!?

Danny's Song
Kenny Loggins
*sorry for the shitty video, but it was the best one I could find*

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.

And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.

Seems as though a month ago I beta chi, never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now a smile, a face, a girl that shares my name,
Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.

(To chorus:)
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.

(To chorus:)

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.

(To chorus:)

The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid out faery vats,
Full of berries
And the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters of the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.