i don't wonder why

I love this. I wish I had my will set up like this. Of course you're no longer wondering why they were murdered. I mean, if you leave that kind of will you're probably not a great person (or people, in this case) and were just asking to get killed.

No means no. The addendum to that is no also means don't pee on my dog. What the hell? How does getting rejected for sex turn into peeing on the dog? I dunno, but it sounds like something a psychotic serial killer/rapist would do. I feel sorry for the dog, nothing more on the status of the dog? The psychological damage done of having someone pee on you?

Not pointing out the obvious with this article (yet), I gotta say that it isn't the usual Catholic scandal. OK, so what is everyone concerned about? The fact that he's adopting someone or that he adopted a woman or the fact that she's 26 and how the f**k do you adopt an adult? I just want to know because it does seem weird.

Well that's just not cool. I mean, you'd think there'd be standards or something. Plus, they said "that children should stop using these garments if they develop a rash..." I know this is for the parents, but it sounds like they expect the children using this garments should stop using them instead. As if the babies wearing the baby clothes have the ability or knowledge to stop using them. Eh, I guess kids are smarter than me.

Here's one of the debates we usually have in one of our criminal justice classes. Yes, I think that parents are responsible for their kids, especially when it comes to getting them to school. However, I don't think that jail time is the answer. If the state takes the parent out of the equation for however long the sentence is, then guess what? The kids aren't going to make it into school and you're just encouraging them to violently beat their kids which isn't the answer either. Don't get me wrong, I love these anti-truancy laws but just reinstate public lashings. Hang the kid up next to the parent, whip'em for all to see put that on all of the networks. It'll be a regular thing like, "news at 6, lashings at 6:30." Fix'em up and send them back to work/school.

The problem is that kids don't have anything to fear, parents don't either. Pain has worked for millions of years, it still works. Violence, no; justice, yes.

Sounds like he did that out of spite. I mean, who doesn't see a big flaming fireball right behind them? Or who drives down the road, stop, throw the nozzle away, and then drive away. Release the f**ker's name. What the hell is going on?

Weird. That's going to be difficult to explain in a few years.

stuff doesn't always happen

It's a bit strange to say that "puberty" is consent and then turn around a call government agents a bunch of pervs for questioning girls. Accusing them of disrobing them and calling them devils. Hmm, methinks thou protests too much.

Boo! I like their old uniforms but whatever. People complain about those uniforms? Oh what grounds? It distracts from the game? Pfft. Let them eat cake! OK, seriously, I need to stop blogging after 2am, I'm not thinking straight and quoting randomly.

Call me old fashion, but isn't this false advertising? I mean, if I told people that I would "work for 8 hours" well then everyone would be correct to assume that I'd be working for 8 hours straight. Especially when the whole point is to work for 8 hours. So when Blaine says he'll hang upside down for 60 hours, well it's nothing specially if you break it up over a longer period of time. It's impressive and worthy of attention when it happens consecutively. I mean, I'll hang upside down for 60 hours. Oh, it's over the entire period of my life. Like that's impressive. I say hang him. Hang him upside down for 60 hours straight.

That doesn't sound good, from a medical standpoint. Although I can't really see this working really well.

Wait. What? As if a courtroom is the appropriate location for that. But you know, it's too absurd to be made up.

something new

So I've realized that I've become very set in my ways. I've learned to live on a budget which isn't fun. OK, so it isn't really "learned" just a necessity since I'm on a fixed-income (geez, I sound old) but I'm doing OK. I could get a job, but then I wouldn't have time to do the stupid things I like to do.

What's the point of this rambling you ask? Well, last month I finally resolved the problem with the VA and my school. My school said that they sent in the paperwork, the VA said they don't have my record on file. That was all cleared up last month, good. I've been missing my GI Bill money since June, been living on a tight budget of my savings. Then a few weeks ago, something crazy happened.

Have you ever put on a jacket that you haven't worn in years? Reached into the pocket and pull out a $20 bill? You automatically think, "Oh! Free money!" Even though it was yours all along, but somehow you've managed to live without it all this time so it basically is free money? I'm not going to get into the exact figures, but let's just say that for the last year the VA has been paying me the wrong amount every month. It was only last month that they caught the error and made the correction. OK, fine, it was like a $500 a month difference.

So, I go to check my bank account online, thinking that I'd have just a few bucks when, BLAM! Like a shotgun, I get hit with this large figure of money in my account. Some people might thank their lucky stars, cash it, close the account; but I'm different I guess and I thought "Ah, crap. Someone made a mistake." This happened on a Saturday morning, so I had to look at it all day and then Sunday too. Calling up the VA first thing Monday morning was my priority. Now I know I sound stupid, but I was sorta mad at them and demanded to know why I had so much money in my account. Well, after about 30 minutes I got an explanation that satisfied my curiosity. It was a $20 bill in my jacket pocket.

The moral of the story is, what am I going to do with this free money? Yes, I'm saving some, but there are a few things that I do need to get. I've lived without them for so long that it has been my justification for not getting them. So far I've gotten some new power tools (for my crazy building ideas) and a new laptop & printer. Went to the Apple Store, got this Macbook. Using it now, in case you were wondering.

I figured that you might ask yourself why I'm typing on a Mac all of a sudden and how I got the money to buy it. Yup, $20 bill in my jacket. Lots of bills in my jacket. Lots of jackets with lots of bills in the pockets.

And if there are any cool/stupid ideas you have that I can do with some of this money, let me know. So far I'm planning an Appalachian Trail hike with some friends. I'm getting a lot of camping supplies.

it goes around

Just when you think that's it's cool to text. It reminded me of my class last Monday, where a group of people were justifying the legalization of marijuana. Instead of pointing out the moral and ethnical upside of legalization, they used points like "it's good" and "no one's ever died of it." Which would be fine, because I do agree with the fact that no one has died of marijuana. It's almost impossible to OD on it, but to say that it isn't a contributing factor in deaths is ridiculous. That's like saying no one dies in skydiving. Yes, it's true, no one really dies from skydiving; they usually die from the sudden stop at the end. The point is, a bunch of morons trying to defend the legalization is just stupid and it probably won't get much credit on the strength of their argument.

More false hope. When the headline says, "Van full of cheerleaders rolls over, 2 dead." You think that there are two dead cheerleaders. Nope. Instead, it's the two people in the car behind them that tried to avoid the accident that get killed. The moral of the story is: Don't slow down for cheerleaders.

Wow! I thought I was politically incorrect. Uh, yeah, I've got nothing.

Uh. I don't know what to say. Except maybe, where in the Constitution does it say a man can have sex with his comatose wife? I must've missed that day in class. No really, please point out where it says that.

exploding steak

Again, I'd like for there to be a stupidity law; a law against stupid people. I'm not saying that they're guilty of child abuse or it's an intentional act of malice, but there's a kid in the backseat. You'd think that'd be enough to remember there's a kid in the backseat. You don't need to put your lunch back there, or a briefcase. There's a damn kid, that's enough. If that isn't bad enough don't forget the poochie. Yeah, and this isn't the way to transport babies either.

Not to say it isn't true, but that's the weirdest excuse. I need one to save my family too... uh yeah.

You think? Hmm, let's do the math. Alcohol + Speed + Texting. Yup. It all adds up to death. You know, I don't feel bad when this stuff happens. I think it sucks that emergency services have to go out there and scrap up the mess when there could be other things they could be doing like say polishing chrome. No, I'm not going to say that the family should pay the city for crap like this, but maybe they should be sterilized so they can't have more children. I do wonder what the text message was, you know, what was important enough to die over. I hope it wasn't anything like this because I don't even know if it's worth $250.

My political addition. Ah, the great democracy engine at work. Is it really a democracy when only one person votes? I dunno. I guess, because at least everyone has the option to vote but choose not to do so.

expanding the idea

I dislike the notion of using obscure references especially when it comes to smell. Yes, I know most things have a distinct smell, whether or not someone can smell it though is a different issue. Still, this was brought on by Kreeesty and her smell comparison.

Now, in my life I have been exposed to many horrible smells and many nice ones. Yet, it is the horrible ones that I remember most vividly. I suppose that the description can just be a figure of speech, but I don't like it because it is imprecise. Looking at its structure, it is more like a simile. Comparing two unlike things. However, it is more likely to be a synesthetic metaphor whatever that is.

So we get to the scientific issue of the matter. To compare the two, we must have a basis of opinion on both. The only way to have an opinion is to have knowledge of it. In the case of smells, that means you have to of smelled both. Example: "Oh! That meatloaf smells like something from Michael's ass." You are currently smelling the meatloaf, that is implied in the sentence. Now, as far as 'something from Michael's ass,' you have to wonder why I am smelling things from Michael's ass.

OK, maybe not. Maybe you just take it at face value. I'm just dark and twisty like that. Just like the fact that I would actually spend the time researching it on the Internet. Trying to unravel the issue.