battle of the blogs

vote for the other guy, but read my previous post and answer the questions!!!

So here we go...

finally...


So I like to visit sites like this one and check out all the cool optical illusions. I recently put one on my desk top with circles that appear to move, even though they are not moving. Supposedly the more stress you have, the faster the circles move. Don't know if I'm sold on this or not, but when I asked a fellow worker to look and tell me how fast his were moving he illustrated with his finger at the turn. Well, my circles were running circles around his circles. So, am I super stressed? Or, is it just simply that I see things different than him....OR, is it that I heard the story about stress and speed and made myself believe the circles were moving faster. The mind is a powerful, yet very weak thing. I can't get you out of my head!!!

TGIT...Yes, I love Thursday...be sure to check out Jane and all the other FOAD folks.

Do any of you believe in karma? Do you think that its possible that everything you've done up to this point might effect what happens to you tomorrow? Karma is basically you reaping what you've sewn...so would it be so, if I were to be the same way to people for years, that it would only make sense it would happen to me? Do you believe in Luck? Do you believe in fate? Destiny? Is it wrong to believe in any of this? I see something now that looks a lot like karma...or would karma just be my way of explaining something that just wasn't meant to be? And is anything really meant to be? If things are already predetermined, than why can't you just set life on cruise control and let them come to you? If things are predetermined, who predetermines them and why do they choose some to succeed and some to fail?

Why is it not raining?

Impeach Bush? I read blogs and cards and letters with these words on it. I've been pretty careful when I mention some things...I'm not scared to ride the fence. I'm not sure that I agree with anyone, but I don't believe that impeachment is necessarily the answer.. Here's my question, and I do invite anyone to comment or send a link or anything with your response. I want to know!!!

If President Bush were out tomorrow, how would things be different? Who would you want to take his place? What action would be taken? Would it help the Iraqi people tomorrow? Would it hurt the American people next year? When is War right? (for those of you who say never, then you need to go study some world history. You need to go study any religion. You need to quit being a dumbass.) If violence is not the answer, and peace is not the answer...then what is the answer?

I'm sorry for all the questions, but I'm interested in knowing what people feel about things that go on in my head.

There's more...

I'm going fishing this weekend...by the time the sun comes up on Saturday, I should be waist deep in water. I love to fish, and I love to be one with nature. There is no experience, be it spiritual or emotional, that I have ever felt that compares to watching the sun come up out of the ocean water. No real release that compares to stalking "tailing" reds or an early morning "blow up" from a speckled trout. When your mind forgets to grind, and begins to wander around the morning bay...looking for signs...bait...slicks...and pretty soon you get relief. I've fished for 10 hours and barely caught enough fish to feed myself, and still left feeling completely cleansed. Sometimes I feel a little hungover, you know if you want to think like a fish...you need to drink like a fish!

What is it that you do that takes you away, if just for a little while?

You're all invited to come with me...join the food chain...go wade fishing!!!

Anyway...

I need some help! I need some people to buy a freaking CD or 12 so that I might get the 1000 of them out of my spare bedroom. You can do it here or here. I hate to beg, but I'm tired of looking at all these boxes!!! I'll tell you what I'll do...anyone who buys a cd from Lone Star Music
and then sends me an e-mail saying you did and what city you are from (it gives me the ability to see where the cd was shipped) then I'll send you a free T-Shirt. It's a hell of a deal!

Well, I should be back late Sunday...maybe I'll have some good pictures to post...until then...


Tags: optical illusion, foad, karma, impeach, wade fishing, Lone Star Music, Texas WettNex

I've been a real bad boy...

I don't know why I've been doing it so much...but I just can't seem to get my ducks in a row.

I've been completely ignoring my blogging. I don't know why, I've had things to say...but its just been so hard to find the time. I mean I've had time, but just not the right time.

Plus, for the first time what seems to be a long while I've been writing some music again. I need new stuff, and it's just been drifting out of my head into oblivion for the last several months.

So I promise to start posting more...I've been wanting to get back into renting, but felt that I wasn't doing my renters or rentees any good by not posting.

So I'm going off to watch the first part of the cowboys game and then it's sit down time with the guitar...I'll let you know how it goes.

Catch me if you can...

Going to be running for the next few days...Mineral Wells, TX tonight if anyone wants to come see the Texas WettNex. Then I have to do a little work tomorrow and its off to the Gulf of Mexico to do some fishing. I need to fish.

So anyway, I have quite a bit to get out there but I'm going to have to wait a few days.

I leave you with this question....If you were to die tomorrow and given the options of spending your afterlife with the most beautiful, caring, perfect person or spend eternity by yourself doing what you love to do (for me, it would be waist deep in ocean water) which would you choose?

Michael

the current state of the union

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

that's it

thank you

Air Travel and the Death Penalty

Don't have a whole lot in common, but they're on the plate today.

First off I got in from my little trip about 8:00 last night. Left Friday and two days and four planes later I was back in TX.

So I left work too damn early Friday thinking that the airport was going to be a mad house with all the heightened security. I was wrong...took me 12 minutes to get from the parking garage to the gate. It wasn't that they weren't checking, but evidently they just weren't checking as slow as I thought. There was an additional carry on check point right before you could get on the plane...I checked it all...avoiding the hassle.

So everything went pretty smooth...everyone threw their stuff out and didn't try to push the rules...well, almost everybody. I was watching the news early Saturday morning (by early, I mean 3 or so) and they were interviewing all these people who were "inconvenienced" by having to part with their gels and liquids...let me tell you what is an inconvenience...getting blown the fuck up!

So I said almost, and this is what I mean...there is a lady who is coming through security on the flight home. She's an attractive, thirty-something lady...a soccer mom for sure...looks like every other soccer mom that I'd like to....errr...I mean....looks like every other nice surburbanite mother of three who is involved in the PTA and the booster club. Well, she gets randomly selected and she turns into mega-bitch. She immediately starts to question the authority, she wants to know why they are choosing her, and then sits and refuses to have the security woman run the wand around her a few times and pat down her sides. The security lady is being as nice as possible and telling the woman that it'll only take a few seconds (it took about 35), but mega-bitch just sits down and folds her arms. This is where the supervisor or some other gentleman of authority walks over to her and asks her what the problem is. She says that she doesn't understand why she's been picked to be checked, and that she wasn't doing it. He responded with (and oh man I was cheering him on) "Fine, you don't have to do it...please exit the line and the airport." Yeah, he told her to move the fuck on! Well, she was absolutely appalled. She finally steps on the little feet and 35 seconds later its done.

BUT WAIT!!!

Stupid soccer bitch's bag gets searched...and she's packing some hair gel. "It's just hair gel, what's the big deal???" This was Sunday, its not like all this wasn't on every news and radio station all weekend. It's not like it wasn't posted every 20 feet in the airport. No, she wasn't a terrorist, but she definitely was a dumb ass!

ROUND TWO

So my buddy Jane left a comment on my last post, and I want to expound on my position.

I do believe in Capital Punishment...and I have a few reasons why. I agree that sometimes it would be more of a punishment for someone to spend the rest of their lives in prison. These cases are where the prisoner is completely isolated from the outside world...where they are left with nothing but their thoughts and dreams. Where they have nothing else to do or think about, but being in a small cell. I agree with that, and that is probably the worst punishment of all.

But, I do believe that there are cases where someone should be put to death i.e. Pre-meditated murder, or anything involving small children. Here are my reasons why.

If you believe in God, or at least an afterlife that is rendered by how you spent your life on earth...then you'd think that the death penalty would actually just be the beginning of the true punishment. For those who commit the most heinous crimes, then their death would lead to the most heinous afterlife. Whether you believe that they will spend eternity in a fiery lake, or as a insubordinate object, or getting boned in the ass by well hung midgets, the true punishment would be after death and not before.

I also think that it is not uncommon for "lifers" in anything, whether it be the pokey or the post office, to come to terms with their conditions and learn to be happy there. If I knew I was going to be in Prison the rest of my life, I would find ways to make those days somewhat happy. Sure I couldn't just run down to the watering hole for a cold one, but I could learn how to paint. I could learn how to play my guitar better. I could write a book (got nothing but time), and these things are encouraged. Remember that people in prison are being rehabilitated! Rehabilitation in the big house isn't a walk in the park, but its also not necessarily having to truly pay for your crimes. An eye for an eye and all that jazz.

Last, (I could go on for a while, but I have things to do) there is something scary about knowing when you're going to die. We all know that we're going to die. It's one thing that is truly inevitable, but our happiness is that we live until that day. We don't know when that day is...could be tomorrow....could be 50 years from now...and since we don't know, then most of us don't spend our days worrying about it. For the death row inmate, he spends his hours thinking about the time. He spends his time hoping that he'll get a reprieve. He spends his energy trying to change the fact that someone is going to take his life. He has no control over it. Neither do we I guess, but at least we don't know that someone else does (don't drop the God thing here, I'm talking about humans only) We don't know that on some specific day, at some specific hour, someone is going to take our life from us. How'd you like to live with that.

Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day...be sure to visit the new girl on the block. Go ahead...click it....you know you want to!!!

Here I go again...

Going to jump around a bit...

Starting here...where a sailor stole a lap top from his submarine and went out and tried to sell the information off of it. Espionage! If the decision is made to court marshall this man, he would be eligible for the death penalty.

Let me break a minute and remind you that I'm from Texas...we kill dozens of people every year for crimes much less than this. A state that believes in captial punishment, because that's the way that God and General Sam Houston intended it to be.

I cannot even fathom a man who would turn against his brother. I'm not talking about right side or left side, I'm talking about America as a whole. Sure we can run around our house and kick and bite and scream, but when someone threatens our family...we come together and we take care of the situation. A man who would turn on his country, like a man who would hurt a child, deserves to die.

I hope this man is treated fairly in trial, but if convicted I hope that true justice be done.

True as Texas Justice.

So...we had a serious threat to the West foiled today. I don't want to say too much before more information is sorted out and then released, but once again you see that this is a dangerous world. But still there are people who claim that we're the real terrorist. I've already read a blog that claimed the whole thing was made up so that we might start to support the war on terrorism again. Do you support a war on terrorism today? Did you yesterday? If you do not support the war (and I'm not saying you should or shouldn't), would you get on a plane tomorrow?
I am.

I will be boarding a plane tomorrow around 5 o'clock to go see a special someone...I'm not so scared that it would keep me from seeing her. I also may feel a little safer as to where I'm leaving from and where I'm landing, but would you take a plane to Washington D.C. or New York tomorrow? Even if you boarded that plane, would you really feel safe?

Wouldn't you like to?

On a very serious note, you should read here. It seems that higher prices are on the horizon. As if it doesn't piss me off enough that my electricity bill is twice as high this year than last. As if it doesn't piss me off enough that I can't even drive two days on $10 dollars worth of gas...oh no...this is going too far! It seems soon enough that I might not get my same two days worth of drinking for that same ten dollar bill.

What is this world coming to?


Tags: court marshall
capital punishment Texas beer

And the Winner is...

This chick!!

I like her because she left me a comment and played along

BUT

She's knocking FOAD Thursday...hmmm...oh well....

It was a fair and impartial drawing (don't ask me how...I did it...and that's good enough)

Yes, I was hoping Jane would win...but it didn't happen....I may send her something anyway!

So Luin, we need to talk...I need some specifics...but you do have 200 credits coming your way....

I'm thinking about having another contest or two in the near future...by the way....go see the Filipina!!!

Just a few more hours

Then I'm going to give some shit away...don't know why??? Well, there's a reason for that.

I've got a new roomie...you need to check out the Brat. I basically picked her because I've always wanted to spend some time with a hot young Filipina...err...I mean...well...

Truth be told...two things caught my attention. First thing was her favorite lunch (if you click her blog you'll know what it is) and anyone who will put themself singing (even if slightly off key) on their blog is cool with me.

I'm inviting her to post something here sometime this week...feel free to post whatever you want...I can take it.

While voting on some Blog Explosion battles today I ran across this post which then led to me to this post and I think I'll be checking back on both these girls in the near future. Good girls you take home to mother, bad girls you take home for yourself!!!

Which leads me to my next question...I've been taking an ass-whooping in the battle of the blogs here lately. I mean, its really gotten ugly. I know I haven't posted much worth reading lately, but geez...I think I got beat by a blank blog with a picture of Osama on it the other day. I often wonder if people even read the blogs they vote on when they battle, or if they just wait the 20 seconds and then collect their credits...especially the ones for 8 credits.

I think that last thing happens alot when there is much on the line so I started only going in at 25 or 35...still getting licked...and not the good way! Oh well...I promise to start getting back into the swing of things soon...just been crazy lately.

I'm not asking for votes, just that you go collect your credits and then come back and stay a little while.

Oh, and just to prove that I try to read the blogs I vote on, even the big ones by the Burger...I never saw that guy having such a smoking hot girlfriend...and I wonder if the girl down the page a little bit is available. I'm going to be visiting Watch's blog every Wednesday for sure!

I also learned that my aforementioned Delilah was kind of a geek back in the day, but now her vibe is super sexy (hmmm...Stilletos) and I have to take time out to be serious. Cat's idea about society's effects and people "Pretending to be 'normal'" makes a lot of sense to me.


Well, I've gotta run...seems like its all I've been doing lately...and pretty much all I see in the near future...I need a laptop! I'll be back at 12 to draw names...right now there are just a few names in the hat...so, good chances for Luin, Jane, Iowacorn, John, and Steph. Family members aren't eligible to win! Sorry Mom. 2oo credits may be on the line.

Well, I'll be back soon!

Just a Reminder

I've got a little thing going on! Read down a blog or two and then play along.

Grandpa

Just a little more time for me to have Grandpa aboard as a renter...I can't help but think of a song everytime I read his page.

For all you "Dead Heads" you might remember the late-great Jerry Garcia singing this one...Willie Nelson remade it not too terribly long ago...just makes me laugh.


I'm My Own Grandpa

Lyrics: Dwight Latham, Moe Jaffe

Oh, many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
And soon the two were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
For my daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter
Though it really brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy

This little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle
Though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle
Then that also made him the brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter
Who of course is my step-mother

Chorus:
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa

My father's wife then had a son
Who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild
For he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife
She's my grandmother too

Now if my wife is my grandmother
Then I'm her grandchild
And every time I think of it
It nearly drives me wild
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my grandma
I am my own grandpa

That's good stuff...

Tags: grandpa Jerry Garcia

I'm No David Hasselhoff

So me and a couple of my friends went down to float the Comal River yesterday. Thanks to the great people at Corner Tubes we were on the river with our trusty cooler tube a little before 2.

We were doing what you do on the river...sitting in a tube...drinking cold beer....and talking as if there were no one around. We were involved in casual conversations about work, and life, and the nice "scenery" that floated around us; all filled with expletives and other foul gestures of course.

Coming up on the "Tube Chute"we had to make the decision who would be the one with the greatest responsibility known to tubers...who was going to take the cooler down. The Tube Chute is a man made rapid that snakes around a little and then blows you out down into a whirlpool of water...strong currents that will either push you down river, suck you back up river, or just spill all your beer and ruin your trip await at the end. You've got to know when to start paddling once you get through it or you end up stuck back up on the upper end of the pool. It's not like a class 5 rapid or anything...I don't know the system, but I doubt it would be a class 2. For the weaker swimmer it is a little dangerous, but there are life guards around. The part where the chute meets the pool has been known to claim many a hat, or sunglasses, and of course it likes to tump coolers and steal ice and beer.

So there I was...I felt up to the task...this wasn't my first rodeo and like a seasoned veteran I positioned myself to secure the cooler and to be ready to row my way out of the whirlpool. I made it through unscathed...the true tubing talents I showed were immaculate...the cooler was never at danger...I was in great position to continue downriver without any delay...and then I saw something. I saw flowing hair just under the surface of the water. I saw a small head bob up and gasp for air. I reached down into the water and pulled a small girl up onto the edge of my tube. She was clearly panicked and desperately trying to catch her breath. I asked her if she was alright and she only responded with "Thank you" She had lost her tube coming out of the shoot and and was being sucked away by the flowing water. I don't know how many people had passed by or over her, but I know how many were coming behind me.

She collected herself on the edge of my tube and again starting saying "thank you" over and over. She then asked me if I could float her across the river so that she could rejoin her group. The river gets shallower after the rapid and I floated down a little to where I could walk her across. Now mind you, while all this is going on I've still got the cooler secured with my feet...it was never in danger...except for the buzzards I call my friends who were swarming to get their hands on my little 12 oz. buddies. I made sure the cooler was in good hands, and then proceeded across the river. I found a small family, holding a empty tube and clearly very concerned, who were glad to be reunited with their little girl. At one point I walked across the river, holding the hand of a little girl I didn't know...I imagine the view point of onlookers who hadn't seen the prior events...a drunken twenty-something redneck holding the hand of a little girl while he walked across the river...they probably thought I was some kind of molester.

By the way, I want to add that the ease of which I walked across the river rocks was credited to my new pair of Crocs. These things are a must have!

Now I didn't pull any Baywatch moves on the river. I wasn't perched high on some tower and go running to the rescue...I didn't do the full speed dismount off the side of my tube and swim to the drowning victim...I was just in a certain place at a certain time and did what every person is supposed to do...help someone in need. I think that too many times people just look away when someone is in trouble.

I'm not asking for praise, and I'm no hero. The conversations we had both before and after this incident might make a sailor blush, a woman cry, and my mother go get the soap. I just hope that a little good gesture might make up for some of the bad!

There were many days that I've floated the river and talked about picking up a chick...I never saw this one coming.

Tags: David Hasselhoff, Corner Tubes, Comal River, Crocs

The tricky deal

Let me first apologize to my renter for not posting very much and working on traffic

So the thing about do this whole blog thing in the first person and by the real name is that sometimes you don't want to share too much.

You see...I have family that reads this...brothers and sisters, nieces, best friends, and of course my Mother...so I sometimes censor myself a little...but you should read all the posts and you'd see I don't leave too much out.

I believe in being myself, sometimes no matter what the cost. I think there are many times where I could have been something different or achieved so much more by being something else, but I just refused. I a'int saying its right, but I'm Michael Fucking Wren...I cuss too much, drink too much, think too much, sometimes I talk to much, feel too much...I might give too much, or take too much...but I don't stray too much from what I think I am.

So with all that being said, I've been staying away from the keyboard as of late. I thought about starting an anonymous blog, but that'd feel too much like lying. I'm not saying I never lie, I'm just saying I'm not right now. It's been a rough couple of weeks...there have been some great times mixed in...but its been rough. I've been down...even thought about another trip to the Witch Doctor to see what they might prescribe me...but I hate to be medicated...because I hate to feel away from myself. I really just think I might be tired...I've been pushing lately...trying this whole rock star thing out. I just don't want anyone to think I'm fixing to jump or anything...because I'm not!!!

I struggle with this crap sometimes, because feeling down makes me feel weak. I hear things like, "You are what you think" and I think that I'm not crazy at all, but just think I'm crazy and that if I'd stop thinking I were crazy, that maybe I wouldn't be so crazy at all.

This makes me question so much. Plus I think I'm just at the age of question. I'm sneaking up on twenty-nine (because I've got to be 29 before I can be 30) and I think that its high time I start to question. Maybe not so much time to question, but time to form an opinion. I would say make a plan, but I think I'll be ready for that later. I question politics, I question religion, I question my own actions and the actions of others. Issues and topics that I used to stay away from, either because of their gravity or my lack of knowledge, I now find myself taking on and either researching or already knowing enough pertinent info to form an opinion.

Man, I feel a hardcore rant coming on...not one that I plan on censoring...so I might want to take that up later...but here's a deal! I'm testing if people really read all of a blog, or just whisk thru...so I'm going to play a little game. From right now until Wednesday, August 9th I'm running a contest. If you leave a comment on this blog...and it doesn't have to say anything at all pertinent to the content...it can just say, "Hey I read your worthless blog"...I will pick one person from that list to send a Texas WettNex CD (I've only got about 1000 of them left) a T-Shirt and two Koozies (because you shouldn't drink alone) and if you are a member of blog explosion I'll give you 200 credits. Let's see.

All right, well, sorry about the crazy post...

My First Time

For FOAD Thursday...crap...I need a button! Maybe next time.

So I always like to go visit Jane's site on Thursday for the FOAD and channel some of my own anger out through her.

I wasn't going to ever join in...just watch from the sideline...but this morning she was going to sit this one out...seems like no one had pissed her off...What was I going to do? How am I going to make it? It turns out she has come around and done got pissed off...so I'm feeling much better....but once you get the old ball rolling sometimes it won't stop until it crashes into something.

So, for my first time....Fuck Off And Die

1. I'm not naming names, most people I work with will know from the description...but It's not my fault you forgot to call in the order you wanted first thing this morning in until this afternoon, it's not my fault that you bid the job too low and are losing money because you didn't realize my prices have gone up in the last 8 years, it's not my fault that you're guys don't show up to work on time, and it's not my fault you're a fucking moron...so...FOAD

2. Sales people...sales people...you call and you make your pitch and I say I'm not really interested...you don't understand politeness so you got to pitch #2 and I tell you that I'm still not interested and I'm a little bit busy...you don't understand how anyone wouldn't want pitch #1 or pitch#2 and ask me to explain why I don't want your product...well, because I want you to FOAD.

3. People who base their entire existence on the lives of celebrities...why are you so fucking lame? I don't care about Brittany and whatever her husbands name is or if they're still married, I don't care about Tom Cruise's baby being real or not, I don't care about Paris or Nicole or Jessica or that dude she was married to or anybody fucking else. I really don't care about Mel Gibson getting drunk and spewing slurs. Is his career ruined??? Who fucking cares....and for all of you who commit your life to following theirs...FOAD...it'd be better for you...put the cheetos down cheese dicks!

4. To those people who book shows for clubs...I fucking hate you all (except for the ones that have booked us) No, I don't want to send you countless e-mails and feel like the annoying fucks from #2. I don't want to call and call and call to have you act like an arrogant asshole once I get through. I don't care how many cds you see across your desk everyday, I'm selfish fuck face, I just want you to listen to mine. I just want a simple answer...yes you can play here...or no you can't...If you quit giving me the run around, I'll quit calling so much....So until I come to your club...FOAD

by the way...you should go to www.tossmmusic.com or www.radiofreetexas.org and request a song by the Texas WettNex. My suggestion for a good FOAD Thursday would be a song I penned myself...several years ago...probably on a Thursday...its called Get You Ass On Out Of Here. Go listen to it here

Feeling better...catch ya later

If You're Going to Play in Texas...

You've got to have a griddle in the band...

Yep, I've been scoping them out for months now, but I finally pulled the trigger and bought me a griddle. Made Eggs and Bacon last night...AT THE SAME TIME!

Note...start bacon before eggs...oh well.

Anway, the little girl cat has started to like me again...I think she read my blog and started feeling bad. I mean, she isn't snuggling up to me or anything like that, but she does bite me in a much more playful way now...and doesn't seem to mind if I'm in the same room as her anymore.

I'm just rambling on here...I have so much to say but can't seem to collect it all. My mind hasn't been right for the last couple of days.

I want to be funny...its more fun to be funny. I have things to be funny, but just not the umph to be....errr!!!

If you like funny you should definitely check out my renter or you could read past post by me that I thought were funny like this one, or this one, and maybe this one. You have to read the second one...

Random Stuff

So much to say...So Little Time!!!

I've taken on a new renter and once again I picked the one that just made me laugh. There were some very good offers out there to choose from, but I was in need of a good laugh and Grand-Pa fits the bill!

I've got a new real life roommate (what, there's life outside blogger?), and that's brought on some changes. It's a good friend of mine who is out of a place for a while. He brings with him two dogs, which interferes a bit with my three cats. So now his dogs are in the back yard and the cats are full time indoor animals (damnit). They're getting a hell of a deal seeing that its 145 degrees every freaking day. Maybe Al Gore has something going with this movie of his. Maybe he should keep flying and driving all over the world to promote his idea of not flying and driving so much.

Lots of topics coming at you fast here.

Why is there a call for the U.S. to step in to the crisis in the Middle East? (Which we're doing) When we get into something, we are criticized or criticize ourselves for putting our nose in other people's business. When we stay out of stuff we are criticized for not stepping in. I'm just a dumb hick from Texas...somebody fill me in! I read consecutive blogs today while surfing, one basically said that "W" was trying to take over the world and was a horrible tyrant, and the next said that Bush was failing as a leader by not taking charge of the problems between Israel and Lebanon. This has been a controversial Presidential term, but how the hell can the guy win? You couldn't pay me enough to be President!

p.s. I inhaled

My idea on how to stop terrorism...No More Virgins! So these guys think they are going to be awaited in the afterlife by a harem of virgins??? I say that we just make it law that once a girl is of the right age (perverts!) that they be coupled with a little would be terrorist and they do the nasty. Then their are no virgins to await in the afterlife, and maybe these guys wouldn't be so pissed off if they just got some every now and then. But we have lots of work to do to rid the world of the virgins who are already here...so everyone get naked and jump in a pile!

To the comment left on my blog by this chick who hates Texas...you can read the set up and comments here. Anyway sweetie, your comment saying that you can't have your own idea in Texas is absolutely ridiculous. That's like saying Everyone in San Francisco is gay or everyone in New York is rude or everyone in France is a pussy. I sent her a note telling her she should come down by Austin, because we're all just a bunch of crazy weirdos here...They even promote keeping it that way My advice for you would be to leave your selfish fiance and move back to Kansas...and take your little dog too! If you're not happy now, what makes you think you will be later on in life?

Ahh, the headlines...the top stories...and right beside the continuing coverage on Israel/Lebanon (hey, are the American troops still in Iraq...I haven't heard much about them) is the plea from Stephen King for J.K. Rowling not to kill Harry Potter. Because this would be a tragedy. It would be another loss of an innocent life!!!

I say kill him!!!

He should be shot for letting the little dainty Ron take the heart of Hermione (I had to google that, I didn't know how to spell her name) I mean, she is growing up to be pretty hot! You know that if Potter does die then there are seriously going to be some people who mourn him...and I'm not talking about in the book...that's weird! She could, and probably will have, threatening calls and e-mails and letters. It's just a book folks!!!

I was in a blog carnival featuring Rowling, you can read it here.

Speaking of death threats and killing and man this still irks me...Can you believe that Andrea Yates is not awaiting her execution? I know that some people rejoice that she was freed. It was a win for the mentally ill in America...errr!!! She drowned all her kids, one by one, and then laid 4 of them out on the bed. The tub she drowned them in had vomit and shit in it. This wasn't like the drowning in the movies where the guy shakes a little bit and then dies. These kids fought for air...the fought for life...the fought so much that they literally shit themselves. Everytime I run across another story about her, I just want to fucking scream!

Today is the anniversary of the University of Texas Tower shootings...talk about another fucking Pyscho. Charles Whitman...if he wouldn't have ate a couple slugs that day, he might have gotten off for reasons of insanity.

Anyway, I'm off to play some music tonight. Going to be solo acoustic...bound to be a good time. Would you like to hear me sing?

Hmmm...Technorati Tags??? Al Gore, Terrorist, Virgins, Harry Potter, Andrea Yates, Charles Whitman, Inhaled? There is so much to choose from!