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