VIDEO: Palin's resignation weekend - Jonathan Martin - POLITICO.com

VIDEO: Palin's resignation weekend - Jonathan Martin - POLITICO.com

I just don't get it. How could anyone support such stupidity? Notice the insane couple in the beginning of the video clip.

It is a little funny that Palin is getting NAILED with ethics charges against her and her staff... Talk about karma, she made it easier for people to file complaints! Something tells me that this is just the tip of the iceberg, I have a feeling there is a lot we don't know about yet. We shall see how things develop in the days to come!

As always,

KA

the worst is not over yet

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Welcome Back

Kitaev, I am glad to see you back and writing. We must conspire to get drunk and smoke cigars soon. I pride myself in being one of the few members of female gender that you care to consort with. I shall seek the company of you and the labradors soon.

Speaking of dogs and polite company. A dear friend of mine called me today to inform me of her recent cocaine addiction. Subsequently she has developed a heart condition after four weeks of heavy use. I offered her a place in my home until she can find a treatment center. She refused. I guess she isn't ready to clean up her nose. I hope she comes around soon. We shall see.

KA
The outside of a dog is good for the inside of a man. It's rather dark on the inside of a dog.

Lermontov's Ghost

Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov - nobleman, poet, the ultimate superfluous man... in a word, my hero. He died in a duel, most likely in which he intended so to do.

And so I sit here, waiting to hear from silent voices, alive or dead - what is the difference?
But we have the creature comforts to absolve the sins of modernity. I sit awaiting an appointment to some such office or an other that most likely will never come - what is the difference?
People do not think of their actions any further, and they have not done for some time.
I know not when sincerity was lost, or found, or conjured up entirely...

You spoke of sailing? Quite a decent metaphor, though I despise metaphors. Sailing is mute. Sailing is dead. Sailing is now the past-time of the more comfortably ignorant. And I mean to make no offense, for my father suffered much from the art - he quite literally broke his back in the race of some finer yacht. But to me, as one well enough familiar with the sport, all are now becalmed, and we sit in an ocean looking for a decent breeze that will not come.

I wished that I could at most times seem relevant, but I could not. I am wholly irrelevant. I, like Lermontov, should dissolve in to obscurity to most, as it would be better.

Dear God! I have become a blogger...

Yours, etc.

Kitaev the Superfluous.

Teen Sails Around the Globe - The Daily Beast

On a lighter more to my liking note:

Well, this would surely look good on a college application: Southern California
teen Zac Sunderland recently became the youngest person to sail around the world
alone, after docking in Marina del Rey on Thursday, where he was greeted by
roaring applause.

Cheers kid... I won't have the chance to circumnavigate until much later in life. For those of you who don't sail and have not spent a substantial amount of time living aboard a sea going vessel life on a boat is hard... Life on a boat in the middle of the ocean by yourself for weeks takes a serious toll on one psychologically. Guys in the navy have a hard enough time being out at sea with a bunch of other dudes. Think about it.

And perhaps even more exciting, having to do with California and slightly nautical related - San Diego is under attack by 5 foot long 100 pound squids. This is not a joke, I'm being serious. The Drudge Report is all over it. Apparently the squids are aggressive enough to keep people out of the water. Oddly enough the squids are natives of Mexico - obviously humans aren't the only Mexicans violently taking over Cali (was that too much? I should work on that).

It is early for most but late for me,  I must go sleep. I'll give a run down of Drudge, Politico and Daily Beast later this afternoon. Probably will have a Colbert supplement in there.

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KA
Sail her don't sink her, this time.

Wow, HIGH FIVE Young Republicans

The young republicans have elected a NOT SO YOUNG republican to be their chairwoman... Oh, and by the way, did I mention she is socially unexceptable and a racist? It is very hard for me to believe what I have been reading on the Drudge. Anyway, thought that I might just put that out there... More to come now that the Mac is up and running.

tangled up, tied in knots
KA - over and out

The View from the Hermitage

"Как жаль что у вас нет рядом.
Вы бы все поняли.
Смотрите, море - все вокруг.
И плыть нам вечно, и жить нам вечно."

What a pity, indeed, that you are not here... you would understand every thing.

But, do you look to the ocean around?

Do you believe that we sail on eternally, and that we might live on forever?

There is no Hermitage to be found here; no, this is no eternal city, and there are no eternal people found here as well. Oh, but we sail on... and, to steal yet other, better words - we are ascending.

Dog

“The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.”
-Mark Twain
Letter to W.D. Howells, 2 April 1899

H.P. Lovecraft

If you are as fucked up as I am, then you might indeed appreciate the work of the late H.P. Lovecraft. His genre is difficult to explain simply, so I suggest you wikipedia the man. Here is a fun video taht will make no sense to many. Enjoy: (PS--note the "Best Dad Ever" coffee mug).



HBM Out
"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming"

Indeed

Education... has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.

G. M. Trevelyan, English Social History (1942)
British historian (1876 - 1962)

Perhaps...

You, Sir, think too highly of originality. Besides--for one is so dour--they really ought check out how happy Jesus has made these people:


HBM Out
i have a friend in jesus

A Gentle Response to a Thought for the Day...

"Manuscripts do not burn..."

Let me tell you about being a writer, sir. Being a writer is nonsensical and absurd. I am a writer, but I cannot be published.

And as for a cure, or being loved, I can tell you that neither are possible. Indeed, I am the Master, but I am silenced before the world. 

Yes, love is a convenience that some allow themselves - at times - to justify otherwise ridiculous behaviour. Love of writing is no cure, as it drives one mad. Besides, people have seen me burn my own writing... and I can tell you that they burn quite nicely.

I have discussed this before, but, to repeat my conviction, I will tell you that education - the worst of all sins - has led us to believe that what one puts to pen and paper is of consequence or relevance. There are no more writers, there is no more creative passion other than destruction, and there is no cure.

All for which one should hope is not life, nor death - but merely peace. Even that is not my idea.

Kitaev

lonely, cold, and isolated.

Thought for th Day

The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is it's own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
-- Marge Piercy, For the young who want to
in The Moon Is Always Female.

Waves

The sounds of waves, rolling, alongside of this balcony remind me that there is no water where I find myself these days. I tell myself that this is in fact what I yearn for, yet the sound makes me afraid. I worry about the nature of such things, but not for too long. There is a feeling I get, every so often, that reminds me that I have yet to truly chart any kind of course. Not that all I've done so far has been ill conceived or reckless. It's as if I have been waiting. I find the analogy of longing to "wake up" tiresome; it supposes that I have not truly be at the helm for the majority of the trip, the navigation ordered in file and directive. Nonsense. If man has any sense of control, it is only control of the moment. Nothing else.

A decision, nevertheless, is now place squarely center-stage. It could not concern matters of the Dow Jones Industrial Average, the Obama Administration or the advent of the forthcoming decade less, that is not to say such things are inconsequential. Instead, it seems that a newer, fresher moment of opportunity is emerging--rooting it's way forth with vim and viger. I must not hesitate to seize such the very moment I am able to. We will not know, necessarily, it's shape or form, it's character or conscience. It matters not. All we need to do is fight that fear--the one that come when we see the moment for what she is--and press on because we simply cannot regress; that would be too depressing.

HBM Out
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to

A Word on Dudes v. Bros

Hat Tip Bobby Big Wheel:

I worked with a guy I didn’t like. He was friendly, always nice to me, but he was just so, intense. He acted like he was always on Red Bull (not coke, he would’ve been way more fun if he were always on coke). He was always trying to get me to do social stuff with work people. I don’t want to be reminded of work on the weekend, unless I’m actually working on the weekend. Yeah, Loverboy is a prominent influence on my life. In theory, I should like this guy; he was a sociable, amiable guy who was about my age. But I couldn’t bring myself to. And then it hit me. One day he ended an e-mail to me by saying “thanks, bro.” You see, he’s a bro. And I’m a dude. And that’s often like being oil and water. I know this dichotomy is probably foreign to you, so let me break down these two personality types.

Q: How would you describe dudes and bros?

A: It’s all about how they get people to try and think they’re cool. Dudes assume people will think they’re cool when they get to know them, so they just act the way they want to (but still try to be nice to people). Bros try hard to get people to think they’re cool. Their desperation is a stinky cologne; you can usually tell who they are right away. Most of the guys you see at the gym running with their eyes locked ahead like they’re in a fucking triathalon are bros.

Q: Does that mean a dude can’t be an athlete?

A: Of course not. One of my best friends is a dude and he’s a sick athlete, but he doesn’t play sports to get people to think he’s cool. He just loves sports and wants to do well at them. That doesn’t mean he’s an ass at the gym.

Q: What are some good examples of dudes and bros?

A: The ultimate dude, naturally, is The Dude. Every dude secretly (or not-so-secretly) wants to be The Dude. The Dude is great because he doesn’t have much going for him; he’s broke, his friends kind of suck, he doesn’t get laid that much, but he’s still a happy guy and doesn’t try to impress anyone. The ultimate bro would probably be Brody Jenner. I’ve never seen his show, but calling a friendship a Bromance and having a reality show to become your friend is one of the most bro-y things to do. A dude would call a bromance a “friendship” or, worst-case scenario, “man crush.”

Q: Are these the only male personality types?

A: Of course not. A douche is a guy who gets people to like him by being an asshole. A dork is well, a dork; any attempts by them to be cool are just laughable. A guy is like a dude, he doesn’t really try to impress anyone but he just goes with the prevailing social trends. A goober would be someone like Kenneth the Page, or Chipper Jones. And black guys really don’t fit in this taxonomy; they’re pretty much all way cooler than white guys and are operating on a different level. Finally, there are religious people. Let’s all just leave them all alone.

Q: I’m a woman, what personality types exist among women?

A: I can’t hold down a fucking girlfriend, I’m the wrong guy to ask about women.

Q: I’m a woman, what type of guy should I date?

A: I dunno, depends on what you want. Bros are, on average, in better shape than dudes and have more money. They’re also more likely to let you push them around if you’re more attractive than them; bros want to impress their friends with your hotness. You’ll probably have more fun with a dude; they’re nicer and funnier, but they’re less ambitious and are notoriously indifferent to female complaining. But a dude is way less likely to physically abuse you than a bro.

Q: Can dudes and bros coexist as friends?

A: Of course. But they can’t become best friends. And they have to exist within a circle of friends where the strengths they bring to the table are put to good use. One of the guys in my close circle of friends is a bro. I have a great time hanging out with him because he’s pretty aggressive on hitting on ladies (and needing a wingman) and good about organizing people to go out. I don’t really like hanging out with him one on one, though.

Q: Could you point out what famous athletes are dudes and bros?

A: Sure. For the record, the biggest bro in sports is Matt Leinart, and the biggest dude in sports is Laird Hamilton.

Bros: Kobe Bryant, Philip Rivers, Roger Dorn, Brett Myers

Dudes: Shaq, Eli Manning, Ricky Vaughn, Johnny Damon

Q: I thought black guys couldn’t be classified in this system

A: I don’t have much to work with in the NBA, cut me some slack

Q: Isn’t it very un-dude of you to write all this about dudes and bros, let alone come up with this classification system?

A: Ever hear of procrastination, fuckwad?

Grey Skies

It's as if it never happened, like following the chase after Professor Woland for the chance to be at peace, and I was suddenly back here as the chapter finished. No, it never happened.

Right, enough about Master and Margarita. You probably haven't read it, you illiterate masters of the bourgeoisie!

I have spent too much time in this city, and I was required to leave North Carolina in what seemed an all too hastened manner. The drive back was horrible, as a character known as "dHarp" required a ride, two hours out, to Charlotte. Virginia was not reached until 7.30, and having had no where to stay, had not arrived in this wretched place until 11.30 at night. I am too old for that sort of thing, or at least too crippled. Still otherwise besides from that, and enjoyable trip.

So go to law school, sir, and feel comfortable for at least a few more years. W&L would be awesome. I feel more safe as a drifter in the real world, but that might change soon. And as for you, the other one here, we will have words about the art of bullshit in philosophy soon.

Kitaev
I probably don't get out enough...

Law School Letters

In at University of Denver, Waitlisted at W&L

"Dear Admissions Committee:

After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I'm totally awesomer than you could possibly fathom. Seriously. My awesomeness exists in dimensions that have yet to be discovered by the human mind. Carl Sagan and I once played connect-four together, and I somehow managed to connect-five on him. I'm sure this surprises you, as I didn't have a chance to tell you about it on my application. There simply wasn't enough space, so I only listed accomplishments you could comprehend within the framework of your standardized forms.

Also, I fully understand that it would be a little awkward for me to be surrounded by other students who would be intimidated by how awesometastic I am. Flowers can't grow in shadows. Mushrooms can, though. And, no, I'm not even going to think about making a "fun guy" pun right here. Why? Because even though I have yet to be accepted to a law school, I've graduated from the school of hard knocks (magna cum laude) and that's where they teach you the difference between right and wrong.

I appreciate your interest in me as an applicant.

Sincerely,
Me"


HBM Out
this ain't sea-world, this as real as it gets

Indeed

“ I ceased in the year 1764 to believe that one can convince one’s opponents with arguments printed in books. It is not to do that, therefore, that I have taken up my pen, but merely so as to annoy them, and to bestow strength and courage on those on our own side, and to make it known to the others that they have not convinced us."

-Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, The Waste Books, Notebook E, 1775-76

Back in Virginia

Well I'm back from my week long trip to Colorado to see HBM and into a CRAZY paper for my metaphysics class... I've decided to do it on reducible complex theory or the biochemical challenge to evolution, it's pretty deep stuff. I've been holed up since yesterday morning and I'm going a little crazy. Not going to lie it's tuff. Just plugging along and I think that I should have it done by this evening.

Colorado was amazing, HBM took his sister and I to see Coheed & Cambria (the band that brought the two of us together). We also did a bunch of outside stuff because the weather was beautiful while the East coast was being slammed with a blizzard. We also went and played the slots at Cripple Creek, HBM was blown away with my luck... We had a lot of fun and got really smashed.

Well I have a window of opportunity to run to the store... Gonna take it.

Until later,
KA

welcome home

Joke

Little Melissa came home from first grade and told her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian Saint and we're Jewish," she asked, "Will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?"

Melissa's father thought a bit, then said "No, I don't think God would get mad.
Who do you want to give a valentine to?"

"Osama Bin Laden," she answered.

"Why Osama Bin Laden?" her father asked in shock.

"Well," she replied, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."

Her father's heart swelled and he looked at his daughter with newfound pride.

"Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."

"I know, Daddy," Melissa said, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could blow the shit out of him."

HBM Out

World Travel

I found this article with tips on world travel. Very Funny:

http://www.thephatphree.com/features.asp?StoryID=4238&SectionID=11&LayOutType=1

HBM Out

MIA

Missing in Action? I should think so. The days seem to be filled with nothing; not in any nihilistic sense, but rather as lingering sense of without. That said, I have finally had the opportunity to reconnect with the programing created and marketed for people like you and I: Adult Swim. Honestly, how did I miss you Drinky Crow?

I have been traveling around recently, to both Atlanta and San Antonio respectively, and have enjoyed the opportunities to reconnect with Родина--The Land of Cotton. The humidity aside, the trips were wonderful and I had a chance to see some people I haven't seen in sometime. Another thing I was excited to see was The Alamo. Many have told me how underwhelmed they went to see the site. I suspect this is because they don't really understand the actuality of the battle that took place there.

These Texians (yes, that is their proper title) fought thousands of Mexicans over a scrappy mission by a shitty scrub down near a piss-small river. They were not fighting for "America" nor for any sense of destined autonomy; they were simply fighting for the contract that Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana chose to violate when he shat on the Mexican Constitution of 1824. Texas said fuck you--profoundly--and every last man died for their cause (folks from as close as Mexico and from as far as Germany).

I (along with many of the others who have never before been to the great State of Texas) though of the place much like a theme park: loud attractions, costumed natives, plenty of shooting ranges, and free mustache rides! Texas, after this trip, madw a decent impression on me. I can understand why they are the way they are...at least a bit more then I had before.

So Texas, I say to you "Well Played, Sir. You're whacky do-righting and oversized 12-gallon hats are slightly more tolerable now. Bare in mind, however, that this change in my opinion does not ever permit you to wear jeans on my Colorado ski slopes."

HBM Out
the stars at night are big and bright (clap clap clap clap)

CANNOT WAIT for this to come out!

The other day I was enlightened about a movie due to come out later this year. It's called "9" and appropriately is coming out 9-9-09. When I started to watch the trailer I thought that it was just another animated kids movie, but no. When Coheed & Cambria started to play and realized that not only was the music (Welcome Home - Coheed & Cambria) was perfect but that this movie will be anything but a childs film. Directed by Tim Burton, this is no doubt going to be good... And for the first time in my life I am excited about seeing a film when it first comes out.

It's like an animated Terminator, except it's little potato sack people against evil machines. ROCK!

See for yourself





Time to finish packing for Colorado
KA
you seem to take premise to all of these songs

Word to your Motherland

Steve: This is for you.

HBM Out
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops

Dissociative Disorders

It is difficult to remain connected to any of what I have ever seen. There is no sense of permanence to anything - most likely a result of having never grown and lived in one given place for an extended period of time. Writing this is useless, and anything you write as well seems as equally as banal.
Enough of that nonsense, though. So you are entertaining notions of philosophical bullshit? Thinking you've really got a grasp on education? Good, but "fuck the socially conscious, I want you all to feel safe," says my semi-estranged brother in New York... education does no credit if it should only be used as a tool to make a comfortable living. All the same, education is wasted on those who understand things well enough that immediately it should have been seen as more convenient never to have bothered about any of it at all. Still, philosophy is better conjured in the confines of a toilet, and let go as easily as the handle falls...
I have met, and continue to meet, people that should like to think themselves connected in some way, or in an other manner related to that which surrounds them. I enjoy these people the most, as they tend not to second guess their own actions, or think of other ways of dealing with life, or perhaps would never want any deviation whatsoever. Like my brother, I want them to feel safe. I want them to think that they too are ascending along with every other great and decent man and movement of the World. I could care less.

Yours, etc.
Kitaev
Uncreative and unimportant.

I'm Bringing Sexy Back

Ok Kids: I am off to Hotlanta is a few hours time. Before I go, I wanted to leave you all with this gem. This is truly what women want: (check out the guys expression 34 seconds in)



HBM Out
Happy Trails

A reminder of why I hate you...

Just in case anyone out there forgot why I hated Palin... I saw this on morning joe (I think) and I just couldn't resist. I love me some hunting, but she is a freaking wack job.

KA
can I be buried here, among the dead?

Bertrand Russell vs. Saint Thomas Aquinas

The readings for my Metaphysics' class this week are interesting at the very least. In one corner I have Bertrand Russell and his essay on why he is not a Christian. In the other corner I have Saint Thomas Aquinas and an article on how God can be proved in five ways.

This is all very interesting to me. I must say that I am totally adoring this class, I think about this stuff until I fall asleep. Poor HBM will have to put up with my Metaphysics nonsense when I come out to Colorado in a few weeks... Sorry Darling. (As if he doesn't already put up with me talking about rabies titers and such, I mean that's bad enough... now to fill my head with Philosophy!)

Oh well, I'm sitting in a suave coffee shop, dying for a cigarette... I should probably get back to taking notes on this lecture that I'm listening to/kinda watching.

KA
i can feel you like a notion

I'd Read This!

I found this on a website I read often. Apparently you can really purchase it.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies -- Pride and Prejudice and Zombies features the original text of Jane Austen's beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton—and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, but she's soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy. What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers—and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead. Complete with 20 illustrations in the style of C. E. Brock (the original illustrator of Pride and Prejudice), this insanely funny expanded edition will introduce Jane Austen's classic novel to new legions of fans.

Awesome.

HBM Out
roger that, let's run like hell

Iceland

I've decided that I want to go to Iceland... And play death metal.

So, the events of the last 24 hours have been epic... I've had many interesting experiences and lots of fun adventures.

First, I walked into work yesterday to find out that I needed to write a letter telling the two doctors that own the practice why I am an asset to the company and essentially why I deserve to keep my job (don't worry everyone has to do this). This essay is due on Monday, I cannot wait to start writing it... I kinda already have in my head.

Then WalMart screwed up a prescription I called in, wasting about an hour of my life. I hate WalMart, worthless place where you can buy anything and everything.

And now for the best part... Game night. Kitaev graced us with his presence and a bottle of wine! We basically sat around and drank A LOT. The rest of the gang slowly trickled off but Kitaev and I remained... Drinking, smoking cigs. But if that wasn't enough we decided that (well I decided) we should go to Annandale for Korean barbeque... Into the panzer and off to eat. Seriously we were the only white people in there. It was hilarious. We sat and drank tea (I'm fighting off the spins), smoke cigs, and eat Bul Gogi. Ah, happiness.

Horses are tasty!

Young Chuck in Montana bought a horse from a farmer for $100.
The farmer agreed to deliver the horse the next day. The
next day he drove up and said, 'Sorry son, but I have some
bad news, the horse died.'

Chuck replied, 'Well, then just give me my money back.' The farmer said, 'Can't do that. I went and spent it already.' Chuck said, 'Ok, then, just bring me the dead horse.' The farmer asked, 'What ya gonna do with him? Chuck said, 'I'm going to raffle him off.' The farmer said, 'You can't raffle off a dead horse!' Chuck said, 'Sure I can, Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead.'

A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, 'What happened with that dead horse?' Chuck said, 'I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of 998..' The farmer said, 'Didn't anyone complain?' Chuck said, 'Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.'

Chuck grew up and works now for the government.
He was the one who figured out how to "bail us out".


HBM Out
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? (Google it)

Book

I'm starting to get into the novel Choke by Chuck Palahniuk... It's good. Not good enough that I can't put it down to sleep but good none the less. I'm sure that others might tell you otherwise but as of lately I've found myself getting excited about very little. I've settled into this pathetic routine that I guess some might call being stuck in a rut?

Regardless it's a good book and fortunately not a thick one, because so far in the 3 chapters that I have read I've learned that the main character doesn't want you to read this book and he is a sex addict who fucks girls he is sponsoring while they're supposed to be in the sexaholics meeting. Oh, and he is or was going to be a doctor and his mother is insane like certifiably in a hospital nuts.

I figured I might as well read the book before the movie ruins it for me.

Well that's all from me for tonight, must be up extra early to fight my way through the bad weather to get to work.

KA
this is real life, there are no more snow days

My Boys

HBM, I'll address you in a minute...

Kitaev all I can say is I truly adore you. Why you might ask, well if not for numerous other reasons then simply for your "grey skies over virginia" post. You force me to think in a way that I had not known before knowing you, and I thank you for that.

Now on to HBM... Darling, if you want to be a polygamist thats fine. However I would have to be the main squeeze. Plus I wouldn't really say so much that they would be dating you, rather they would be dating us... And I really don't know if there is anyone out there that could put up with or keep up with the two of us. In all honesty though it might be nice to have someone else be pregnant and do the child rearing, really that would be fine with me. But like my mother said tonight:

"Any man willing to put up with one wife is crazy. He'd have to be insane to put up with multiple wives."

Seriously though, Big Love is an AMAZING show.


Well, I must be in bed... Must be in work to help KS with surgery early.

KA
one ring to rule them all

Wives!

It is fucking cold here, around 17 degrees outside. My car isn't handling it too well and I have to attend to some domestic chores in a bit. The radio, however, works just fine; Rush Limbaugh is still full of shit!

I have been diving in to HBO On-Demand and was flipping through various shows. Among the ones I have enjoyed as been Big Love. For those who don't know, its about polygamist Mormons. Now, any one who knows me knows I hate me a Mormon long and hard. Alas, its a bias I revel in. A bigotry I embrace. The fact of the mater is that this show is like a fucking car crash: I cannot turn away. The truth--although I feel the Book of Mormon and its followers, teachings, etc...is strict heresy, utter and absolute--is I can totally DIG the idea of plural marriages.

Now, I'm sure KA might have a thing or two to say about this. (Sweetie, I assure you that this subject is purely academic.) But honestly, how would having 3 wives not be entirely badass? I guess this show amazes me because these women totally get along with one another. Or at least they accept the fact they they would have to share a husband. Sure they fight with one another, small power struggles and whatnot, but at the end of the day they abide by their husband. What autonomy! What power!

One wife to cook, one wife to clean, one wive for filthy parent-teacher conference sex. Could you even stand it? Sure, there is the tiny aspect about...well human rights and feminism and such. But if this is the will of a Mormon God, then who are we to deny ourselves, our children and our 3 to 4 wives our chance at salvation!

HBM Out
your so vain

Grey Skies Over Virginia

i arrived back at my principle residence in the city at 14.00 hours this afternoon, and regretted having left southern virginia immediately. the dogs were whimpering, the idiot serf woman screwed up her cleaning responsibilities which are almost non-existent anyway, and my old friendly sense of emptiness showed up to hang around for a while.

i don't need to bother with notes about this event or that, or some person or another... they all seem painfully similar after a fashion, and how many times do you need to hear a whiter shade of pale or mr. dylan's dream? perhaps in reality i am an incurable optimist or an insufferable memory-monger that i could allow nostalgia or sentimentality to weigh in so heavy while i am stuck on a provincial road some where... perhaps i have been told my entire life that i am a misanthropic ogre in order to save myself from wallowing in things that happened once and never will again?

i could be considered fiercely loyal, but then i could disappear from your grid and world just as easily. the always hesitant onegin or pechorin, i often have trouble convincing myself to disappear in the dust, but i can never tolerate to revisit people and places that only can remember me in one way for some specific reason. 

i should do well to never have a right to bother people, and they should do well to never bother me.

yours, etc.

Kitaev

"just a face out in the crowd who looks like trouble"

LOVE THIS SHOW

Enjoy!

KA
desperate enough not to be a housewife

Virginia Tech... Seriously?

For those of you that aren't aware of the latest tragedy at Virginia Tech... Let me bring you up to speed.



Yeah, what is with Asians killing people there? Is there something in the water there in Blacksburg and Christiansburg that causes people from that general geographic location to kirk out? I mean I have a Korean cousin who went there and I'm pretty sure he never had thoughts to completely remove a girls head or shoot up the campus but then again probably wouldn't have come up in the conversation.

What I do know is a lot of people saw this girl die, and why didn't someone stop him? It takes quite some time to cut off someones head... There was plenty of time to prevent him from doing it. Christ it took the police ONE minute to get to the scene of the crime.

Just pisses me off. But then again maybe people will stop applying to their vet school and I could have a better chance of getting in!

Thats enough for now,

KA
you ain't a chalky are ya sherrif?

I'm a grown ass man!

Up late. Watching Kat Williams. Talented no doubt. A little Drunk. Enjoying Scotch. Anyways, I found this video online. If you meet a tiny Mexican wearing a costume: do not piss him off, do not hit on his girlfriend, do not upset him in anyways... Buy him a beer and be on your way...



HBM Out

we are the people our parents warned us about

Obey the Rules OR LEAVE

So I'm sitting here in the D of C... Affectionately known as our Nations Capital. Let me be the first to tell you this place looks like shit. Seriously it looks like a construction site shit all over the city. The mall has become a porto potty parking lot wasteland. Never again will you be able to see this many portable toilets in one place. There are no joke ROWS of them on the mall, I guess that area was designated as the "rest room" area for this damn inauguration, DISGUSTING! What a pretty place, to be ruined by row after row of portable blue poop containers.

But if the flocking of tourists isn't bad enough then the sudden jump in the number of homeless is. Seriously, I have never seen so many homeless people in D.C. in my life. Did they too come here to watch Obama-rama get sworn into office? I'm not sure how greatly Obama being comander in cheif will effect them. But I sincerely doubt that they came from whatever shit hole they formerly called home to be a party of history. My theory is that they are pretty smart and decided that because of the unfolding events in the capital they would take this oportunity to cash in on the manic euphoria going around this town, because when one is in manic euphoria they are more likely to give out cash as apposed to coin.

Like homosexuality, homeless-ism is a very bizarre mysterious thing. You can't explain it and even if you could you probably wouldn't want to. None the less they are both smart and sneaky bastards. Like homosexuals the homeless have also been known to lead normal productive lives before comepletely kirking out on their spouse/kids and leaving home. Also, most of the time both suffer either from mental instability or trauma (if you consider there is a difference between the two).

What really makes me mad though is that a friend of mine witness a lady dressing up a homeless man in mittens and ear muffs... Of course she was a dumb tourist, probably from a bible belt. The fact of the matter is we don't need you to dress them up like children. Ignore them like the rest of the civilized folk. If you went to a zoo would you touch a monkey? or a lion? NO!

So if your going to come to this city please don't feed, pay attention to or give stuff to the wildlife (squirrels and bums). You don't have to deal with them becoming domesticated and brave enough to assault you.

Over and OUT

KA
does it look like i speak jive?

Peter Schiff gets it Right

Further post are indeed percolating, but at the moment I am knee deep in applications. I will write more later. I wanted to share with you know, however, a video a friend of mine from the convention sent me. This fellow is named Peter Schiff and he worked with Ron Paul's financial team this election year. This video is of him straight up calling the current economic troubles --both in their cause and scope--around 2006, 2007. He get laughed at on a number of major networks. He holds his ground and tell people they better be careful:


HBM Out
i wish i was in the land of cotton

The Swamp in Winter

the thought to avoid washington city seems to be commonly held by others right now... i would, and very well could, if not for laziness. none the less, i can drift about this place easily enough. besides, there is more fun in the drive to a given place than the actuality of being there. and inevitably the people whose company one would otherwise enjoy quickly change in attitude until people are cool towards me once more. how does it go? "some think worse of me, others better, than I really am. some will say: he was a good fellow; others: he was a scoundrel. and both will be wrong." still, i realised the other evening that the first part of my life was spent either in ignorance and denial of the ability of others to have thoughts or, beyond that, conceptions of me; the second portion hitherto has been spent ultimately in disregard for any of those. i try not to have opinions as much as possible so as to avoid these things, but more often than not people from time to time will compel me to act or to participate with some limited, constrained sincerity.

so it can be clearly seen that i should be miserable anywhere, and always distrusting of the blank stares of other people.

yours, etc.

kitaev.

Crazy Sauce

What is up with everyone being irrational? Seriously, there is something going on right now and I don't like it one bit. Maybe it's the fact that for probably the first time in history a group of people have willingly voted a Black man into a major political seat. Or maybe it's the fact that it's crazy cold. Regardless, something has to give.

But I have come to one conclusion, I'm bailing out of this mess.

Not kidding...

I figure I have a few options, go back to Scottsville/Charlottesville or head for Colorado. There is a house in Scottsville that I have been known to reside in, and Colorado is big and beautiful... I have no doubt I could find some shit hole to live in there while I ski bum it up for the rest of the season. One isn't really better than the other... Seeing that in both places it's hard to find employment (not like it's any easier to find employment around here... But at least here I am employed gainfully).

Crazy sauce... See video below


KA
god speed

Champagne vs. Peasants.

Champagne is horribly abused in the Colonies. Your People consider it an extreme Delicacy, there is a Myth that only certain People may buy it, and you treat it as some distant or remote thing suitable only for Weddings or other Celebrations. But, some People do not deserve it. People who hold pedestrian Opinions about the Drink give me the Fear. All the same, it is only Wine. Actually, it isn't necessarily bad that the majority of People consider it out of their respective drinking abilities.

I despise having to know most People. It is inconvenient to an otherwise superfluous and marginal Existence. People require contextual relevance for themselves when it requires consideration of Others. Then, when this is not achieved at an adequate Level, Conversation stops. So, you are sitting at a typical Bar, paying too much for Drinks - and at that Drinks the sort of which you have better quality at Home - for no reason whatsoever, and it hits you... It is inconvenient for the Public to bother you like that, or at all. 

But, one never orders Champagne in a Bar, thus I drink it alone.

Yours, etc.

Kitaev.

On a Lighter Slightly Non-Political Note...

I was very disappointed when I looked across the river this morning (promptly at 5:45), and didn't see fires raging through the dark of morning or military task forces trying to containing the chaos... the remnants of last nights riots on the capital. In fact it was surprisingly quiet, too quiet. Here I was hoping that there would be complete hedonism, the only reports out so far is that about 30 children out of the millions of people that were here yesterday were separated from their parents and all 30 children had been reunited with their parents by the evening news last night.



And now Geithner's tax problems are all we are going to hear about for the next week. 34,000 dollars is a lot in back taxes.

One thing that I have to stress though is sure, this election was monumental... Revolutionary, historic (insert word for amazing/life changing here cause you have your pick)... BUT IT'S OVER! Obama-rama was sworn in yesterday, even though they managed to muff that one up. And Bush left, happily, the man was ready to be out of there 6 months ago. Oh the peacful transfer of power. But back to this inauguration. IT'S OVER! I don't want to watch the Obama's go to CHURCH! What next? Obama puppy poop cam? Have we no shame? Obviously not.

Oh well, I probably should go take a shower and head off to work (like a productive member of society).

KA
please, exit to the left

Is That Right?

Oh really HBM? Your "so fucking thrilled" that you aren't here at the inauguration today? Maybe I was mistaken but I thought a certain some one (hint hint) was inquiring about inauguration ball tickets for their Christmas present...

But that was when I enlightened that certain someone and told them that tickets to the balls this year were a few grand and it was going to be pretty impossible to acquire them so close to the event, but if that certain special someone so desired we could go and spend inauguration day in D.C. at a coffee shop or go bar hopping.

:)

I don't know about how the Russian's day was but things have for the most part run very smoothly for me (and it's good to see that the italics have been toned down... [you know I adore you good sir]). Living out in the "rural" area's of northern virginia has it's perks I guess.

Unfortunatley my anticiaption of mass chaos hasn't yet followed through, but there is time still... And being that bars are open until 4 - 5A.M. there is more than enough time for people to get drunk and riot.

One can only hope.

KA
kill or be killed

I am fucking THRILLED that I am no where near DC today ;)

I am only starting to get my bearings so forgive me for any any incomplete thoughts that follow. It would be dribble--absolute and complete--to only say that this day is revolutionary either because an African-American is taking the oath of the office of the President of the United States or because a considerably disliked and frankly damaging president is on his way out. These are evident and obvious. This day, in fact, has stronger character.

President Obama would not be here if not for the actions of the outgoing administration. What that man saw in both his campaign and election was that there was a moment in this country. The sort of moment that leaves the stage set for such men. His record--tacitly underwhelming--did not secure this post. Nor, entirely, did failures of the Bush Administration.

This country is an idea that has lit the world for over two centuries. What exists here is the notion that We the People are free to decide. Free to choose where we go next. Granted, many don't appreciate how unique and important this development in human history truly is. For all her faults, Western Civilizations inception and incubation of such liberty is indeed a jewel.

There is a moment, just after the dye is cast but before it hits the water, that the slightest breath...the smallest shift in air flow, can change the entire picture. This is what happened this election. Barrack Obama is neither savior nor fluke. He is the product of a culture doing the only thing cultures ought do: looking towards the future and supposing what might be best. Fortunately, this carried us though the dawn before.

May God bless him.

HBM Out
...grave proof through the night that our flag was still there

Traffic and People from the North

"Yes I'll be a responsible Member of this great and blessed Society. I've come to Understand the wrongful Nature of Gun Ownership in the Age of Monarchy. But some times it's just so hard to Act like the Person you weren't born to be."

This is not participatory Democracy. This is not representative Justice. This is not "Validation, Vindication, and Victory." This is a Dictatorship of the oppressive and aggressive radical Reconstruction. It is a Federal Republic of Reich's Little Man, and the general Cause to Eliminate offensive Aspects of Life are enforced still by the Freedman's Bureau in Uniforms of blue... Tariff Collectors... and Census Takers... A news reporter idiotically says "I haven't seen anyone misbehave." Misbehaviour is offensive, and will not be Tolerated. We are now to be subjected to the Madness of pseudo-Liberalism in its most dangerous Fashion. The crowds have been pacified.
Every Moment does not carry with it a tremendous sense of History. This is faux-History. America today is not evolving, it is not progressing, it is not a developing Nation. It is the Capital of the Third World. It is the Amusement Park of societal Stupidity. It remains that insolent, Teen-aged Child of European Divorce which threw it's first of many superfluous Tantrums in 1776.
This rant was written from a Bohemian bunker in a non-descript, middle class District.

A Note to Those concerned: more often than not, One should find Introductions and Prefaces, as well as Post-scripts, italicised from Time to Time - mostly for affect.

Yours, etc.
Kitaev.

Inauguration Insanity

Yes, the inauguration is here... Literally in my backyard. And I'm going to say it again. D.C. officials grossly underestimated the amount of stress and strain all these people would put on the capital, probably because they couldn't even get their numbers right to begin with (we all know that the secret service's strong point isn't math).

I'm watching news reports while having my coffee at 5A.M. and there is already chaos... AT FIVE IN THE MORNING! And thats's because it had been going on since about 4A.M. This place will be a shit show in a matter of hours. It was just said that over 200,000 people have passed through the metro. Now for those of you who aren't familiar with the D.C. metro system, well consider yourself lucky because it sucks! All those people are just begging for something important to give out... Like a tunnel or maybe a train.

They used to do the inauguration in New York, I think that we should go back to doing it like that. In fact they cut to New York on the news for the opening bell and there were school children ringing bells screaming no more Bush. The news people said they were chanting Obama... I know better than to give thos New York liberals the benifit of the doubt.

I'll keep you all posted as things develop here.

KA
this too shall pass

House

If you watch the television show House, then you will get a kick out of this:

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Crazy Nonsense

First things first: good to see our third author, Kitaev. Ignore his flagrant use of italics. You understand, he has little sense of internetish nuance. Italics ought be saved and mustered when time calls for such. Never before. Huzzahh. Expect great things from him. Our history has proved nothing less.

Next: So I am going to talk about this in detail later on, but last night my sister came home with the nose ring. My mother freaked! Not screaming and yelling freaked, but streaming tears throughout dinner, talking about divorce, my father slept on the couch for the first time in my 17 plus years of memory--freaked. Not too sure how I feel about this, but I have a strange feeling that this was just a straw that broke a camels back. Hard to say but this upset is different than any other upset that I have ever seen.

Um,...so yea. I am a going to leave the house for a while and get some perspective. In the mean time, I'd like to direct you to the (now defunct) blog In It, But Not Of It. It was run by one of the fellas who brought you Barely Legal, a blog that strongly encourages you to never, ever go to law school. His name is Mike and I stubbled across a decently humorous post the other day. I will link you to it, so as no one shall be confused as to its origin.


So, now for some funny stuff I wish I had written:

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Dear Guy Who Sings 'Hey There Delilah',

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but dude, Delilah is cheating on you.

She went away to New York City for college. Do you really think she is spending her evenings in her apartment, pining for some guy she dated in high school? Sure, I know that in your town, 1000 miles away from her, she's all you can think about; but do you realize that she's probably dating a 30 year old hipster artist/waiter, who is mock sophisticated and psuedo-worldy, and impressing the hell out of her naive 20 year old mind? You're just an afterthought to her, man.

"Delilah I can promise you that by the time we get through, the world will never ever be the same"

Come on, guy, cut that hokey puppy love shit out. You don't know what you're talking about. Love doesn't change the world. Just because this girl blew you in her basement a couple nights a week when you were seniors doesn't mean you're in love. You're just some guy she dated in high school who went to the local junior college, and still dreams of making it big with his band. She mentions you in passing with a dissmissive laugh to her friends. "Pete, the guy who works at Costco", is what she calls you. She isn't trying to sound like she's better than you, but....she's better than you. She's moved way beyond you, bud. She isn't doing it to be mean; it's just that she's over you. She lives in New York now, her horizons are expanding, her world view is widening, while you're stuck at home writing dorky love songs. I don't want to burst your bubble, but it's over between you guys.

You have two choices now: either knock it off and move on, or you can be that obsessive guy from home that lots of college girls have. Don't be the guy who calls at 3am and screams how much you love her, or shows up outside her window with your guitar. It reeks of desperation. Just be a damn man, and move on. Don't let this get ugly. Yeah, Delilah is a hell of a girl, but it's over. She's found someone else, and possibly lots of someone elses, and it's best you hear it from me than from having her new boyfriend answer her phone one day. Yeah, you wrote a catchy little song, and she'll think it's sweet and shit, but the second she got on that plane to NYC, it was over. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on.

All the best,

Mike
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Heh, that Delilah is such a whore....

HBM Out
you are now one of us

Dogs and Serfdom.

I awoke again this Morning to ask, 'why bother?' A valid Question, as there is little for which I am responsible, presently. Everything seen and heard passes by as absurdly and awkwardly as the previous Nightmares, and again and again I am found subjected to mindless and otherwise unnecessary Endeavours, similar to this Nonsense. Dogs and Serfs are contented to wake up, then run about all Day 'like Chickens missing Heads," but I require slightly more incentive to care.

I was told to Write at random, which only complicates Matters as it is more than slightly tedious to write about Nothing. I suppose with 'blogs,' One typically finds daft and dim-witted descriptions of some oddly irritating chains of events that might, in some other, lesser dimension, seem pertinent, or the Reader I'm sure has often seen the latest, most poorly written 'blog' concerning an overly indulged emo-kid's boring journey through his mediocre Life, but I cannot provide such coming-of-age Embarassments as they occur.

Enough of this for now. Until there should be another banal Instance deserving of mention, I need Cigarettes. I have a mind to Flee the City in the next few Days.

Yours, etc.

Kitaev

Wed-i-phi-cation

I just got back from a very simply (but beautiful), yet awkward wedding. First and foremost I have never known anyone to get married on a Sunday morning in front of the congregation. Secondly, I have never been to a wedding where a parent of the couple actually wed the couple (in this case it was the groom's father who gave the ceremony). But lastly, I have never been to a wedding where during the ceremony the ordained person doing the ceremony (which in this case happens to be the groom's father) talks about how now these two people are not only emotionally and legally connected to each other but now sexually (bizarre right, and even more so since it was the groom's father saying this in front of not only their close family and friends but the whole congregation).

It just blew my mind a little. Yeah, if/when I get married sex will not be mentioned in my ceremony. Seriously... We all know it's coming, no one need be reminded. And I really don't think I want a family member doing the ceremony. I'm sure I'll be so sick of family members messing about trying to get ready for that shit show the last thing I'm going to want to do is have to wait for a parent or inlaw to give my husband permission to kiss me!

After having been to a good few weddings I have decided that I just want to be like yeah we're engaded, this is the date that we have picked... Then run off and elope and throw and big huge party. Or simply have a quiet little ceremony then a very nice reception with all the friends and extended family.

Ugh, I can't even think about it though. Kinda makes me a little sick to my stomach. It seems like everyone is getting married. I definately don't have that bug yet, thank God. Not that my HBM isn't wonderful or anything. But sweetie... I'm not planning on doing any of that bull mess for another few years, so if your in any rush your with the wrong girl! ;)

Not that I think the two wonderful people that got married today rushed into this (they dated for 8 years), but I can't help but think a lot of people that I know who are getting married in their early 20s are rushing into it and potentially making a huge mistake.

Just a thought.


KA
quaint and curious

A woman of little patience

Okay, I just can't contain myself... I have no idea who this possible third author could be! And honestly it's driving me nuts.

HBM, you should know better than to do this to me.

I'm sure that I would probably know who this person was if a certain iPhone didn't hate me last night (and no it's not my iPhone). Despite my giddiness, there is no doubt in my mind that whomever this mystery third author might be they are no doubt a good choice. (I do have a few sneaking suspicions).

Well... It's time for me to get today started. You know, catch up on the 30 Rock and Boston Leagal while hitting the treadmill. God, I love Tracy Jordan.

KA
don't look now

Coheed and Cambria

KA and I were talking tonight and I was reminded of one of my most favorite bands: Coheed and Cambria!! For those who may not know, they are are a progressive rock band out of New York; the signer sounds a lot like Giddy Lee of Rush. Lots of technical guitar, harmony, time changes, and delectable beats. Iron Maiden meets Rush meets Queen, sort of...

The best part of all this, however comes from the fact that Coheed insists on composing concept albums. Again, for the uninitiated, a concept album is one were each song ought be considered with the others; together it tells a story. Well this band's story is tubular: science fiction with some massive breaking of the 4th wall, come their 3rd album. 

Go ahead and youtube this stuff. In the mean time, check out Cobalt and Calcium for details on the story thus far.  I could go on about this but it is all really something that ought to be discovered, not imposed upon. Also, I think that it be time to add just one more author to this blog. KA will discuss such and return with a verdict. 

HBM Out

run quick, they're behind you

Thanks USA Today!

Tuesday USA Today told Americans that for the last 2 years no domestic commercial flights have gone down... Well USA Today, you spoke much too soon!

Yes, 2 years without an American carrier going down within our country is record breaking, that hasn't happened in the history of airlines. But I almost choked on my coffee when I heard a US Airways plane went down in the Hudson river this morning.

Ironic? Sure.

All I have to say is way to ground that hopeful statistic, the day after USA Today releases it. The news has been really quiet about planes... NOT ANYMORE!

And what am I doing tonight? Why I'm looking at flights out to Colorado to go and see HBM... Maybe ticket prices will drop. I usually do fly US Airways to Colorado. Maybe I'll get a cheaper rate if I take a peek at flights in the morning... One can only hope. (Although I'll probably just end up using frequent flyers anyway).

Well thats all from me for now,

KA
easy tiger

Alive

I am so sick right now, it hurts. All I have been doing the past 48 hours is sleeping and vomiting. True story. I am having a very hard time keeping food down, but at the same time I am so hungry. Apologies for lake of phone calls or posts....but boo for me.

Metaphysics is bullshit. That is a complete editorialization, mind you, but I guess I can tell you that I just don't buy it. At the end of the day I am a neo-linguist, and have a hard time getting logical when dealing with dualism. Not that studying this (like KA is doing---at HARVARD no less) won't be challenging, but I am curious to discover what your opinions on the subject as a whole are going to be. 

As for me, I am still applying to law school--which costs an arm and a leg. I hope I get in, so I can put off any significant life decisions for a few more years lol.

HBM Out

you, my brother in arms

I am a "Metaphysician"

After blowing off finishing my undergrad for as long as possible I have finally decided to settle down and go back to school... At Harvard of all places. While I have taken some classes at the grand old University of Virginia I have a feeling that it can't hold a candle to what I am going to be experiencing in this coming semester.

One of the classes that I have decided to take is "Introduction to Metaphysics." Yeah, MIND FUCK! I figured why not, I've taken plenty of religion classes over the last few years so why not dive into the realm of philosophy? Seems like a good idea. I've been looking at the syllabus and there is no doubt in my mind that this is probably not a class that I will be able to mindlessly coast through. This is a class that I am going to have to think about... I don't really remember how to think! I'm scared, for the first time in my life I am starting the readings for a class 2 weeks before it even begins.

I'm going to need all the help I can get.

KA
Until we meet again.

Speaking of poking the bear...

So it is oh almost 1a.m. here in Fairfax Station, Virginia and I was falling asleep to my favorite show "Squidbillies" when all of a sudden I hear a noise outside my winder. Now had I never seen this particular episode before I probably would have thought the noise was part of the show. But no, low and behold it is my CRAZY next door neighbors up to it again.

I managed to mute the show just in time to hear the tail end of the woman's rant. While I am used to random late night yelling (be it because the dog barked once, someone has come home late --- late being after dark, or for just no reason) enough is ENOUGH! So I called the Fairfax County Police non-emergency hotline. I told the officer that my next door neighbors are being loud, loud enough to be heard over the TV in my bedroom. They said that they would send an officer out. After I did this I did a head count on house residence. The dogs have been in for hours, Jay is in bed, and my brother is out.

While Jay and I wait for the police to arrive the crazys suddenly hop in their ghetto ass navigator and JET down the street (at first Jay and I thought they were running from the cops). Then they quickly come back and start yelling, seconds later my brother rolls in the door. I call the cops again. Tell the nice lady officer exactly what has happened and that I don't appreciate it. She tells me that she will report everything to the officer coming to the call.

I now see the police talking with crazys. Hmmm now their here to talk with me. Oh and of course they think their crazy too. What the fuck, just leave us alone. Nasty crack head rednecks in a nice upper middle class neighborhood.

This seriously must quit. They call the cops on us anytime the dogs bark ONCE after dark. Well I'm going to start calling the god damn cops everytime they start yelling.

w00t

The mere fact that the blogosphere exists makes me sick. People should continue to toil under the illusion that they are indeed "free" to express themselves while they are actually monitored and categorized by the Government of the United States of America, God Bless 'em.

Also: each and every baby is ugly. Never met a cute baby. Not once.

Hows that for poking the bear.

HBM Out

Often we're lost.

First Things First

Welcome! Your probably wondering why someone would give a blog such a name, especially if it isn't about bears. "Don't poke the bear" is actually a phrase, if your not familiar with it then let me bring you up to speed. When someone says "don't poke the bear" it usually means that you've hit a sore spot and you should probably consider backing off.

I hear it a lot from my mom when I make fun of her significant other... "Hey Meush, I hear you jack knifed the truck and trailer. Don't you know trucks are for girls?" Thats when mom dukes will typically shoot me a look and tell me not to poke the bear.

And that is what this blog is all about: getting into issues that more often than not will start heated conversations, and possibly piss people off.

ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: Poking real bears is not a good idea and the writers of Don't Poke the Bear do not condone or encourage the poking of bears. It is a very bad idea and could result in injury and or death. No bears were harmed in the writing of this blog, egos are another story.