Thanksgiving- Terror of the family reunion

For most people it would be Un-American not to like or celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean who really doesn’t love the turkey and all its sidekicks, and the thrill of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, but how many people actually enjoy spending more than four hours with their extended family. I’m pretty sure that 75% of all police calls on the fourth Thursday in November are caused by families. The other 25% are caused by the morons who never learned about liquid displacement and drop frozen turkeys into full vats of boiling oil. In my case, family would not be a problem if I was from a family of mutes, but no one on earth could be that lucky. My problem deals with the fact that I have never really managed to do much of anything to make my family could approve of. I have aunts who wish I would be more feminine than I really am and have often stated (and I quote) “If she were only more like a girl she would have found a husband by now.” Then there is the quad-annual but chewing by my folks for what else “not living up to their expectations!” Go figure. My advice to all the folks that are in my shoes: SPEND THANKSGIVING ALONE: GIVING THANKS THAT YOUR ALONE! Either that or take an enormous sedative and skip the day completely. At any rate Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good family fight!

Poor Drivers

Has anyone ever noticed that when you really need to get somewhere on time the fates conspire against you? It's the unspoken "Murphy's Law" : If you are in a hurry, a bad driver will get in front of you. I cannot count the times that I have tried to hurry up an dget somewhere only to get stuck behind some smuck that thinks it is perfectly okay to go twenty miles per hour UNDER the speed limit! THen they brake frequently! I have the misfortune of getting stuck behind some stupid bimbo who thought it would be funny to go twenty-five in a forty and hit her brakes every five feet. I was stuck behind this menace to common courtesy for fifteen, count'em. FIFTEEN MINUTES! I finally pulled out my cell phone and pretended to take a picture of her license plate. Boy did that make her move like lightning. She took the next left and I barely had enough time left ot make it to work. I really wish that I could have thrown something at her, like maybe the State of Ohio Drivers Manual or a twenty pound sledge hammer! So help me god if I ever see that bimbo again I might just... oh I don't know, but I can guarantee it won't be pretty!

Hey all you little school children!

Hi all you little school children! I hope you have fun this semester, Cause I Won't Be There! Ha Ha Ha! Victory is Mine! But seriously I will be dropping by from time to time to check up on you guys. I just can't stay away from that free wireless internet access. Anyway, I have to be going, a nap may just be calling my name.

I'm done, I'm done!

Well folks it's finally happened. I have completed my college career, temporarily at any rate. I hope to God that I haven't wasted these last eight years. College has been fun, I even met the love of my life in one of my classes, but I don't think I will miss the work and the stress of final exams. I will miss learning something new every week, but I can do that watching the History channel! I'm hoping to find a library job in the near future, I can't wait to get out of the nuts and bolts business. I am also hoping that my writing talent helps me publish some of my short stories. Maybe one day I'll be bigger than J.K.Rowling! Any way it's been a real slice. See ya later

Many annoying things

Of the many things in this world that annoy the crap out of me, childproof lids arr near the top of the list. I mean sure, we want to keep our children from accidentally overdosing on medication or from climbing into dangerous trash cans but please! These push and twist caps are nearly impossible to open! And what about these "senior friendly" caps where you line up the arrows in order to pop the tops? The arrows are white folks: on a white bottle. What horses pa toot came up with that one? Senior citizens have a hard time seeing, the least they could have done was to make the arrows black , accommodating those that are color blind as well. And I cannot stand those "childproof" twist and lock trash cans. They aren't really childproof if a raccoon can figure out how to open them! We are so busy trying to wrap our children in bubble wrap ( I do not recommend this!) that we forget to let our kids learn from their mistakes. I say let the child touch the hot stove and get burned. I guarantee they will not do that again!

Happy Day

Many happy returns to me on this, the day after my natal day! In case your curious, I turned 26 yesterday and I haven't decided whether to accept that as my age, and get older next year, or to hold on to 26 until I'm 56! I know getting old shouldn't be that big of a deal, but I really want my life to have meant something for last 26 years. Have I accomplished anything grand and wonderful, or am I just dead weight on mankind? Sure I have one college degree and I'm one month away from completing another, but somehow I don't seem quite as fulfilled as I did when I was younger. I suppose I'll get use to it. Oh well, Happy Birthday to me!

All Hail the Detroit Redwings! Victory in Hockeytown once again!

As many of you know, I am an absolute puck nut. But not just any puck nut, a Detroit Redwings puck nut. And my wildest of dreams came true again last Wednesday night when Detroit trounced the Pittsburgh Penguins to win their fourth Stanley Cup in eleven years. Now for those of you who aren't in the loop, that's a pretty good record. Having won four cups after not winning one since 1956 (that's 42 years folks) is a damn good record. And when I say that Detroit fans are different from ordinary hockey fans, I mean it. The cardinal rule for being a Redwings fan is: THOU SHALT NOT HAVE ANY OTHER TEAM BEFORE ME. I realize that is sort of ripping the Bible off, but it's true. I don't give two hoots about any other team but mine and I love my boys. Nightly prayers include "God bless the Redwings and Nicklas Lindstrom" But I'm rambling. I just wanted to brag about my winning and tell all those other "hockey fans": HA HA SUCKERS! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!!

Greetings one and all

Hello all you faithful readers, you know who you are. By popular demand (by a party of one) I have decided to update my blog. I told you all that it would be difficult to update over the summer. This problem has been made a little easier because I have enrolled in a summer class on campus for the entire summer. Bummer? yes. Mind numbing? yes. Essentially to my degree? Hell yes. I can now proudly say that I will complete my degree by August of this year, though I will participate in graduation ceremonies in May of next year (hopefully). I hope to keep in touch with you all, so e-mail me sometime. I do have a dial-up connection, it's slower than a one legged man riding a bicycle, but it works. See ya later.

OH congrats to the BJ who finally decided to cut his hair! Welcome to the twenty-first century hippy boy.

SUMMER IS HERE

Well folks, finals week has arrived and there are many of us (myself to name one) who could not be happier. In some cases this means graduation for some, jobs for others, and in some cases a two week vacation, then on to summer classes. This may or may not be the case for me. The end of the semester will also bring a temporary slow down in my polls and blog entries. I will not be posting weekly in some cases daily as I have been doing since November due to a lack of suitable Internet access. If I do not attend summer classes, then entries will be on a biweekly or monthly basis, so please check every once in a while. Polls will be closed during the summer because I cannot manage one a week. Thank you all, it's been a smashing good time!

Quotes I happen to love, even if no one else does

There are many things people quote everyday, sayings that last and have meaning to so many. These are not those quotes, but I love them anyway:

"Iceberg? I don't see no stinking iceberg!" Lookout on the Titanic.

"Soitenly" Curly Howard.

"The whole thing stinks like yesterday's diapers." Baby Herman, "Who Framed Rodger Rabbit"

"There ain't that many Indians, we can take'm men!" George Armstrong Custer

"Ladies and Gentleman, take my advice. Pull down your pants and slide on the ice." Sidney Friedman, M*A*S*H.

"There's no crying in Baseball!" Tom Hanks, "A League of Their Own"

"I tawt I saw a Puddy Tat!" Tweety

" I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque!" Buggs Bunny.

'Ha Ha! Victory is mine!" Stewie.

"We will fight them on the beaches, we will fight them in the streets and on the landing ground. We will never surrender. Give use the tools and we will finish the job." Winston Churchill.

"Good-bye Ferret Face!" Hawkeye Peirce, BJ Hunnicut, Sherman Potter, Radar O'Riely, M*A*S*H.

and finally "Don' you know about Bumbles? Bumbles' Bounce!" Yukon Cornelius.

Spring has sprung, God help those with allergies

Spring is here, and while I welcome the warmer weather and the removal of several layers of long underwear, I have to admit I will miss the one benefit of Old Man Winter: NO ALLERGIES. I love the fact that between October and April there is no horrible smell of fresh cut grass to make a person sneeze, no pollen floating on a warming breeze, no reawakening of pesky mosquitoes to bite me, and on spring cleaning to make the dust as thick as pea soup. The flowers are pretty, but artificial ones are so much friendlier to an allergy sufferer. Summer only brings unbearable heat, tornadoes, and endless, mundane picnics to dull the senses. Fall is a time of cleanup, and rejoicing at the up coming Winter season. Spring is just a pain. Sorry to all your spring lovers, but Spring just sucks.

Things I have always wondered about

There are a few things I still wonder about in my "old age". I wonder who closes the door when the bus driver gets off? If the prince climbed up Rapunzel's hair, how did they both get back down? What exactly makes Jello solid and why doesn't it melt once it's set? If people who have a ton of children are said to breed like rabbits, then do people who have very few children breed like elephants? Why do we save the whales but exterminate the termites, roaches, and ants? Is it that size matters or the number of legs and cute quality of the species? Why is no mouse flavored cat food? Why not have a mailman flavored dog food? I mean, they go after them anyway, so why not nip it in the bud? If God was so good at creating things, then why did he make so may bugs and not enough mammals? If he could make birds fly, why couldn't he make pigs? And if man was suppose to be the most intelligent species created by God, WHY DO WE HAVE TO LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES? I really don't claim to have all the answers, but sometimes these things keep me awake at night. I guess I'm just weird, but if anyone could answer that Jello question it would really take a load off my mind.

Assholes in the workplace

If there is one thing that I cannot stand it is assholes in the workplace. And there is no bigger asshole in this world than the owner of a certain hardware store I know. This ignorant, self absorbed, insensitive, money-grubbing, jackass really thinks he knows how to run a business, but all he really manages to do is shoot his mouth off and alienate the people who would be willing to help him. He is a user; he goes through people the way that shit goes through a goose. He is only interested in what he can get, rather than what he can give. I’m not saying that he should be a charity bank, but he should think a little more about how he treats other, because it is going to come back and bite him in the ass one day. And all I can say is the sooner the better! If you happen to see this short, fat, big nosed, ill tempered, self absorbed cretin, tell him I hope he rots in hell for what he did to Heinrick Cotton!!!!!!!!

Fifty is a wonderful number

Fifty is a wonderful number isn't it? I mean fifty dollars is a great birthday gift, or even finding it in the sidewalk is great. Having fifty of something can be a great abundance, provided it's like fifty pounds of chocolate or something. Paying fifty cents for something is considered a great bargin. So why is it a bad thing when it comes to age? Most AMericans dread the half century mark and cherish the quarter century mark instead. I have often wondered why. I will proudly proclaim to all my loyal readers that my folks are turning the big 5-0 and I am having the time of my life plotting and planning to rib them about it. I had a friend of my fathers put a baby picture of him up, larger than life on the church jumbo screen, proclaiming that he can now seriously consider the mail being sent to him by the AARP! And who knows what lurks in my evil brain for my mother's milestone? Only the Shadow knows! Wah hahahahahahahaha!

How Much is enough

I really want to know how much is enough. How many men and women are going to have to die in Iraq before we give up? What we are doing isn't working, it's never going to work, so let's cut our losses and let them blow each other up. I don't want to lose any childhood friends and I certainly do not want to see the draft re-instituted to make up for the numbers of soldiers who died for a cause no one really believes in anyway. Did we not learn anything from the Korean and Vietnam wars? We really should mind our own business and let the United Nations do it's job. I honestly believe that America should learn to talk first and shoot second. Just because we have a huge arsenal of weapons doesn't mean that we should use them on who ever, when ever, where ever. When I hear about American bombs accidentally landing on a school or hospital, it makes me feel ashamed to be an American. Little children deserve to learn and recover from illnesses in peace and quiet, not a war zone. I honestly beleive that there are reasons for fighting, but just to boost the economy and to try and bring credit to two ill-gotten presidential terms is not one of them. May be I am out of line to some people, but the beauty of the first amendment is that I have the right to say what I wish without the fear of penalties. If you really don't like what I have to say, tough cheese, read something else.

Fashion rules continued

In response to my last fashion rules I have a few additions.

8. If you have large breasts please wear a bra that fits properly, or any bra for that matter. NO one really needs to see your breasts bouncing like three year olds on a trampoline.

9. If it is raining, wear a rain coat or carry an umbrella. Use them. No one really needs to think that you were just a contestant in a wet T-shirt contest.

10. If you are gifted with girth in the neather regions say no to the tight jeans. No one wants to imagine the amount of lard it took to get you into those jeans or about the horror that will be inflicted on humanity if the seams should bust.

11. If you are more than three months pregnant say no to wearing a bikini while at the beach. People will call the beach patrol in order to have the whale rescued or have some one arrested for cruelty to animals.

12. If you are pregnant, please avoid bib overalls. WHile you may think the look is cute and motherly, grocery store security is sure to stop you for trying to steal hams.

13. If you are pregant please avoid wearing hawaiian print shirts. I know every one wants to save the rain forest, but imagine all the rainforest dyes it took to create that monster.

Finally, so every one doesn't think I am just making fun of large people and pregnant women here is one for the skinny people.

14. If you are extremely skinny and it is winter, wear a coat! No one really needs to watch your breasts contract to higher ground and besides you don't have enough body fat to keep you warm anyway.

Again I am not a fashion expert, I just call them as I see them and appaled by them

Assumptions

There is an old saying, " One should never assume, because it will make an ass out of you and me." This is entirely true, especially when accusing someone of a crime, most notably monatary theft. I have never stolen money in my life, and I highly resent being accused of such. Recently a small amount of money came up missing from the register I was using at work. I am now under suspicion of theft, an accusation I a highly offended by. I don't want their money, I would much rather earn it myself, and if what they pay me isn't enough, I'll pick up a baby-sitting job or sell some of my handmade doll clothes to make up the difference. What is worse is that they will assume I am a liar and remove the missing money from my next paycheck, nearly the equivalent of two hours work. I am going to fight this accusations to the death.

Bing Crosby

I realize this might sound strange, but I love Bing Crosby. I love his singing, his style, his acting, especially when he co-stars with Bob Hope in their famous road movies. Bing’s voice is so mellow and he accentuates the lyrics in such a way that it seems like he is speaking only to you or that he really means what he is singing about. This style really comes through when he sings his Christmas songs, especially the religious ones, such as Aedeses Fiedelus, O Come all Ye Faithful to those not in the know. People look at me like I have a third leg or something like that when I tell them that I’m crazy about Bing. I don’t find it so strange. I have always had a deep appreciation for older works of music or movies. At least with Bing Crosby I can understand the words that are being sung, unlike some of the blaring, techno infused, profanity laced, garbage that people my age are so crazy about. I would rather hear a well written song about love than listen to some one spewing about the hoe they just bagged or the cop they just shot. Laugh if you will, but Bing Crosby’s voice should be what male singers strive to achieve!

Happy easter and happy stuff like that

Happy Easter one and all! Not really. Easter, like Christmas seems to be lost in that glut of consumerism and the promotion of the non-Christian characters. The Easter bunny and other baby animals seem to take center stage. Rarely do I see crosses in yards like nativities at Christmas and the sight is saddening. Why are we so keen to celebrate the Savior's birth, if we do not give equal billing to the real reason he was born. Christ was not born for us to have one day a year to eat like pigs and give gifts to one another. He was born for us to celebrate Easter, when he died and rose again in order to save us from the sin that condems us, not so we could sing the praises of Peter Cottontail and gorge ourselves on Marshmallow Peeps. I know I have probably offended some of my non-Christian readers, but I make no appology for my opinion. As I said in my first blog entry, under the first Amendment I have the write to say and write what I please. Sorry folks, but this is my story and i'm sticking to it. Enjoy your ham and hard boiled eggs! See Ya!

Spring break, give me a break!

The idea of spring break is for college students to relax and take a deep breath before the final stretch to the end of the semester right? WRONG! The professors pile on so many projects that a student ends up spending their entire break in the library, in front of a computer screen , or with their noses jammed in a book that weighs twenty pounds. There is no break, only a reprieve from actual class time to catch up on shit you haven't done yet, needs to be done for right after break, or the shit that should have been done three weeks ago. The headache of trying to make sure you get everything done in the seven or so days you have off is hampered by the fact that most of us have to work on top of school, have families, and the fact that Easter is this weekend. I really would like to pull the covers over my head and blot out the world, but instead I am up to my armpits in paperwork, and up till 2 am trying to come up with a coherent thought. God help the college students, because no one else will!

The Hair Bear Bunch

I am crazy about The Hair Bear Bunch! I love that old cartoon. Actually I love most old cartoons, but The Hair Bear Bunch is one of my favorites. It takes place in the Wonderland Zoo and the three main characters, Hair Bear, Square Bear, and Booby Bear are always trying to escape from the Zoo manager Mr. Peevely. The escape plots are hilarious, and the supporting animal cast is as crazy as Hair and his partners in crime. The show reads like a spoof of one of my favorite live action shows, Hogan's Heroes. Most people think I'm crazy for loving old Hanna Barbara cartoons, but they are much more interesting than modern cartoons. The writers manage to slip in social commentary about the time in which it was made, and now that I am old enough, I get the jokes so much better. Watch some sometime and you will see what I mean.

Power Outages

Power Outages are really annoying. Not having television isn’t the problem; it’s the complete and utter darkness that drives you crazy. I’m not necessarily afraid of the dark; it’s more like the things in the dark that you cannot see. You know, mundane things like tables, chair legs, doorjambs, the brown dog lying on the brown carpet, along with the bears, wolves, and ax murders you hear about while at scout camp. All right, I’ll fess up, I hate the dark. It’s creepy, I can’t see a darn thing, and I still am thankful for the nightlight in the bathroom in the middle of the night. How else am I suppose to miss the computer desk on my way to the john I ask you? But seriously, what is really annoying is when the power decides to go out while you are sleeping and the alarm doesn’t go off, then you are late for school or work. The topper is that the excuse that the alarm didn’t go off has been used so many times that the boss won’t believe you and you get written up. I suppose that we are spoiled with our electricity and the like that comes with it, but at times of power outages you really have to admire the Amish. The never stay up as late as many English do. When the lamp light burns low, they go to bed! No sense wasting good resources when you can’t see bo diddely squat! And I think I’ll do just that since laptop computer batteries only last about three hours even on power saving mode. Night All!

Fashion rules

I don't proclaim to be a great fashion guru, after all I own and wear a hat that most people call "THE HAT" or "THE LAMPSHADE", but their are a few rules that I do know:

1. If your rear end is the size of Montana (and I don't mean Hannah) say no to stripped pants of any kind.

2. If your bust is the size of a automobile airbag, say no to the tube top.

3. If your rear end is the size of Alaska (probably from consuming to much baked Alaska), say no to the thong PLEASE! no one really wants to think about the amount of elastic and straining it took to get that thing over your hips!

4. If you are over 55, say no to wearing a bikini. If people want to see a scantily clad skeleton, they will go to the local morgue.

5. If you are a large person, please wear clothes made for your size. NO one really wants to see a size 45 try and squeeze themselves into a size 15 skirt. I don't think the skirt can take anyway.

6. If you have to wear matchy-matchy clothes, say no to day-glo colors. I can't imagine a more disturbing sight than to see a bright orange object coming towards me. It's like a traffic cone or something.

Finally:

7. If you are going to wear jewlery, please keep it toned down. Too many necklaces and rings makes it look as though you have just robbed a pawn shop.



Again, I do not claim to be a fashion guru or anything of the kind, but I have noticed the tendancy for people to dress like ciricus freaks.

NASCAR,Redneck Crack

I realize that NASCAR is a wildly popular sport around the world, but to me it is redneck crack. If you wake up thinking about NASCAR, your wardrobe consists of NASCAR T-shirt, caps, and jackets, you know the cars by sight and the drivers by their first names, you are addicted to the redneck crack. NASCAR was founded on the institution of original redneck crack, moonshining and rum running. Only truly addicted people could create one addiction form another. I know it's popular, but why would anyone want to spend five or six hours on a Sunday afternoon inhaling exhaust fumes in the sweltering North Carolina sun? I personally feel that their are so many other things that a person could spent that amount of time and money on, but like I said before:
NASCAR is Redneck Crack.

Hey Everyone

This is a note to all of my loyal readers. Please help spread the insanity! Tell your friends to check me out and comment on some of my entries. Who knows, maybe we'll start something great. Some sort of cheesy grass roots movement or some such clap trap. And for today only a big shout out goes to Miss Ethel for having the guts to see how I was doing and where I am with my life. You go girl and give the man hell for me! Participate in my polls and I'll get to see what y'all are thinking.

Keep Smilin' and hell will freeze over soon!

Bye!

Proper English

I really cannot stand when people do not use proper English when speaking or writing. It causes the person who is speaking to sound completely ignorant and I automatically want to deduct about 15 IQ points. I understand that in some cases using improper English can and should be used for dramatic effect or is a matter of local dialect, but words should be used with their proper meaning, association, and order.
An example of this is people who include themselves at the beginning of a list of people rather than at the end. "Me, John, and Juan went to the concert." It should always be John, Juan, and I went to the concert." A person should always include themselves last in these situations, but hardly anyone every does this anymore!!
A second example that truly irks me is the use of the double negative in a sentence. "I don't got no money." First of all, "got" should not be used in this sentence or in any sentence where the proper word is have. This statement should always be "I do not have any money."
I realize that I may be guilty of these grammar mistakes on occasion, but if people really make a conscious effort to speak properly foreign visitors would not automatically assume that America is populated by idiots who cannot speak their own language, let alone a foreign one.

John Wayne

John Wayne movies are a great way to kill an afternoon. In fact instead of watching the Super Bowl along with the other 93 million people in television universe, I curled up, did my homework, and watched John Wayne star in both Rio Bravo and El Dorado. Sure the movies are similar, but they still are better than any other western I've seen in the last five years. They just don't make 'em like they use to. Filmed in 1963, Rio Bravo is a block buster of sorts with John Wayne, Dean Martin, Ricky Nelson, and that crazy character actor from the Real McCoys, I think his name was Walter Brennan. The story is sort of formula with the sherrif holding the brother of a powerful ranch owner for murder and the brother trying to get him out, so he bottles up the whole town and scares or murders every one who would help the Sherrif (John Wayne) out except for the town drunk and former deputy (Martin), a crazy old cripple who has lost his land to the bad guys (Brennan), and a green gunslinger who has a funny way of choosing what is and isn't his business (Nelson). As always, Wayne gets his man, or men, in the end, with an explosive ending, literally. Wayne and Brennan, along with Martin, chuck dynamite at the warehouse and shoot at it in order to get them to surrender.
Eldorado, filmed some time in the late sixties or very early seventies, feature's John Wayne, Robert Mitchem, and James Caan as the principle characters, with Ed Asner as the evil, land grabbing Bart Jason. This story is a bit of a twist to Rio Bravo. This time Wayne plays a gunslinger with a conscience, Cole Thorton, who refuses to help Jason steal the ranch of a hard working family, the MacDonalds. In the mean time, he manages to accidentally kill MacDonald's youngest son, and is then shot by the boy's only sister. He lives (mostly because he's John Wayne) and leaves town to forget. He meets up with a green kid, not unlike Nelson character( Colorado), named Allan Badillian Trauhern, otherwise called Mississippi, played by James Caan. Caan whelds a knife like a Barbary Coast pirate, but he can't fire a gun to save his life. Well he can fire it, he just can't hit the broad side of a barn. Any way, while Wayne is gone the sherrif, J.P. Harra (Mitchem) becomes a drunk just like Martin's character, and is only attend to by a noisy former indian fighter named Bull, who is comparable to Brennan's character of Stumpy. Crazy things and senerios occur, like in Rio Bravo, ending in a gun battle much like Rio Bravo, but without the dynamite.
These movies are great little movies, for all that they are so similar formula stories. I know people say that John Wayne is a old flat actor, but if you watch his movies closely, you can really see the work he put into each character, especially ones like Cole Thorton and Rooster Cogburn, U.S. Marshall.

Valentines Day

Right now everyone seems to be so involved in Valentine's Day. Commercials treat it like it's christmas all over again, and there is every concievable kind of candy available in little heart shaped packages. I don't understand how buying someone a fifty pound box of chocolates is going to say "I Love You". To me saying "I Love You" is doing something you ordinarily wouldn't do, like watching your significant other's favorite movie even if you hate it, eating at thier favorite resturant even if you don't really care for the food, watching that person's favorite sport even if it bores the pants off of you, or even just remembering something about that person that they think you have forgotten. Saying you love some one doesn't have to be a shopping spree, it's just three little words backed up by corresponding actions. Chocolate is nice, but I would rather my loved one hold me close, tell me how much they love me, and spend Valentine's Day remembering all the good memories and events that we have shared together. My point is: Love doesn't have to be expensive, it just has to be meaningful.

When it rains, it pours

Have you every noticed that when you desparetly need something to happen, it doesn't, but when you don't need it anymore, you recieve too much of it. This seems to be the case with me and jobs. When I really need one, no one wants to hire me, but when I finally break down and settle for any position that brings in an income I am suddenly Miss Popularity. I took a job that I really didn't want, in a field that I have valuable experience, now I have at least three other job offers to consider, and an aplication in for one of the jobs of my dreams. If my luck, or bad luck as the case may be, holds I just might wind up doing what I always wanted to do even before I graduate from college in the fall. What I don't understand is that in order for me to be a fortunate individual in the job market, I have to already have a job that I really don't want or need. Life is strange.

Appearances

I want to know why a person seems to need the "it" fashions. Gucci glasses, Louie Vitane bags, three hunred dollar high heel shoes, why does the name brand be the standard of fashion? Why is the three inch label worth $500, when for the same amount I can get nearly an entire wardrobe off the discount rack at the back of the store. I think that way to many Americans are concerned with how things look from the outside, the appearances, that they cannot see the gross economic and social diaparities in our country. One pair of Gucci glasses can equal two weeks to a month's pay for the working poor. If we spent more time trying to help each other rather than play a game of one upsmanship, may be we wouldn't be in such a mess.

Gunsmoke, the western that drives me crazy

I like to watch the old television show Gunsmoke. Not only was it the longest running television program of all time, and James Arness has the distinction of playing the longest running character in television history, it is a wonderful way to kill an hour if you need to. The only thing that bothers me about the program is that every single bullet that strikes one of the main characters hits them in either the leg or the shoulder. I recently watched six episodes in a row and the Deputy, Festus Haggan, was shot in the shoulder in three of the episodes! If this wasn't bad enough in two of the episodes the bad guy was captured after being shot in, are you ready for this, THE SHOULDER! If Gunsmoke was to be believed, no one in the Old West could hit the broadside of a barn when they were aiming to kill someone. They even shot Miss Kitty, the town saloon owner and brothel madame, AND THE ENTIRE TOWN RODE OUT AFTER THE BAD GUYS! I highly doubt that if a saloon and brothel madame was really shot in the Old West if anyone would really care that much. If she lived, fine, if she died they would simply fight over her property and women in her whore house would strip the place clean and move on.
I love the show dearly, but it drives sometimes the inaccuracy between the plots and the historical period drive me insane!