Fusion

Weinachtsmann

2005-10-27T09:20:00.000-04:00

Thursday, October 27, 2005. 9:19 am. What happened? The first Christmas commercial of the season.
It isn't even Halloween yet. Kill me now.

Dancing on the Ceiling

2005-10-14T21:00:00.000-04:00

I really wish I had a million or so in disposable income and a large garage. I think I could have some fun.

And rest assured, I would include in my plans a surplus school bus and paint it black with flames, maybe put an air hockey table in the back. It'd be great.

It's a good thing

2005-09-25T22:14:00.000-04:00

The made-for-tv Martha Stewart movie is on tv right now, I can't stop laughing. It's like one giant SNL skit. "Martha Behind Bars"

Did you know she has a daughter? Somebody had sex with Martha Stewart. Think about that for a minute...

Vibe or Matrix?

2005-09-21T22:15:00.000-04:00

There just isn't enough time in a day to muster up the energy to update a blog...

Super Nintendo Chalmers

2005-09-09T08:49:00.000-04:00

So the Army was recruiting today on the brickyard, in their shiny new H2. The question is, why did $60,000 of my tax money go towards the purchase of an over-glorified Chevy Tahoe?

And seriously, if they really want to recruit, buy a real Hummer.

Climbing on the Walls

2005-09-02T15:39:00.000-04:00

This looks like a picture from Southern Africa, not from the United States.
It's unimaginable the impact that this will leave. What do you do with 1.2 million residents of an uninhabitable city? Where do they live, work, learn?...how do they eat, clothe themselves? And how do you go about rebuilding entire infastructures of a city that no longer has buildings, schools, stores, houses, hospitals? It's a disaster unlike any we've seen here, and I think that will really become apparent as the initial media circus dies down and the real impact becomes apparent. What happens to these people after the rest of the country moves on and forgets about them?

Schicksalsrad

2005-08-30T16:00:00.000-04:00

From the Christian Action League, about the potential North Carolina lottery: ""This is a call for all citizen Christians in North Carolina to let their prayers ascend to heaven for the defeat of a state-operated lottery. Pray N.C. Senate members against the lottery would remain firm in their opposition. Pray that God would even be so gracious as to put more lawmakers in the 'No' column."

Okay...this is just a tad overboard. It's like they're saying that a lottery is 'un-Christian.' It is not! It's yet another example of leaders of the far-right of the Republican party trying to gain support by tying their platform to Christianity. Let me tell you, the lottery is in no way a religious issue, nor is it something to be prayed against. I can completely understand the anti-lottery platform...It's a tax against the poor, it sets a bad example for children, so on and so forth...these are very legitimate arguments. But trying to tie God into this whole mix, talking like he's some dude up above rooting against the lottery just as hard as the Christian Right is absolutely asinine.
The only way for politics to work is for it to be about political doctorine and not religious. Talk like this seperates people and blurs the line between political affiliations and religous/racial boundaries. I'm not trying to show this particular example as the root of the problems we're seeing...but it's certainly a testament to the direction in which we're going. Regular, God-fearing moderate and leftist Christians are being bullied and guilted into these positions because you are either "with God or not with him."
Religion != politics, and I'm sick of seeing these lines blurred. This is not just the opinion of a liberal...it's that of a rational person who sees that the opinions of liberals, as well as those of many moderate Republicans, are being invalidated needlessly, and stifling debate on very important issues.

That said, we have a lottery and it's a good thing. The way I see it, thousands of North Carolinians play the lottery anyway...fleeing to Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia, and South Carolina to spend upwards of 300 Million dollars per year. Instead of ignoring it...we might as well have that money going toward our own schools. Fiscally it really doesn't make much sense not to have the lottery, because the money is going to be spent one way or the other.

Für Panik gibts kein Patent

2005-08-17T22:18:00.000-04:00

I think the equal parts of sheer terror and utter excitement pretty much cancelled themselves out on the first day of college classes...I was pretty even-keeled about the whole thing. Honestly it didn't even seem like that much of a transition from high school, save the 380 extra people I had in my larger classes, and all of the walking. And dead time.
And I think it helps having people on campus that I know. People who abandon their lives in rural Wilkes or Jones county really come here with nobody...that must be very hard.
Anyway, it was only 1 day and 3 classes, but the hinting suspicion that I would fail at this endeavor and be doomed to a life as a Food Lion stocker has gone away.

The Unforgetable Fire

2005-08-15T22:23:00.000-04:00

I must admit that there's a small part of me that wants to run away from campus and straight into RCHS, probably into Ms Chalifoux's room so I can curl gently into a ball and fall asleep as she goes into another one of her famous oysters-rape comparisons. Another part of me wants to run to the school and set it ablaze, skipping away from the burning school as I sing 'Dancing Queen' and go straight into my first class at State.
But outweighing those two possibilities is the knowledge that I'll end up making this transition just as any other, like it's no transition at all.
I hope it all works out.

Take your straight line for a curve

2005-08-06T23:48:00.000-04:00

I find it hard to express in words how happy I am that I decided to take a few weeks off before school began...it's been fantastic, and really needed. The grocery stocking business is more taxing than even I thought it was.
I had orientation at State on Monday and Tuesday. It was...interesting. Just a bunch of guys from rural Iredell and Wilkes county making fag jokes and thinking that they were going to get laid every hour, on the hour, starting the first night of orientation. Honestly it was nothing too impressive...and I'm further convinced that if these bozos can get through school, even half of them, that I'll be just fine.
My schedule ended up being pretty well balanced...when I first got it, it had me in class from 8 to 6:30 on Monday with nothing more than 30 minutes between classes, a class ending at 10 PM on Wednesday, with no classes Tuesday or Thursday and only 1 on Friday...but I got it fixed up real good now.
I also had to buy a parking space for the semester...I ended up getting one pretty close, but I have to walk through some woods that'll be awful dark at night. I guess I'll have to brush up on my Jujitsu in case I get mugged.

True colors fly in blue and black

2005-07-27T23:12:00.000-04:00

Billions of dollars and countless manpower hours are spent making a 25 year old spaceship fly, and children in this country don't have healthcare...and the homeless starve...and small towns wither away to nothing as jobs go to Bangladesh and Maylasia...and soldiers fighting for their country on the streets of Tikrit and Kabul are protected themselves only by cheap armor because the government refuses to provide any better.

It's absolutely asinine.

Get Thai'd

2005-07-26T22:40:00.000-04:00

I had a peek into the kitchen of the Jumbo China Buffet I had for lunch today, and it was full of a bunch of Hispanic men fixing the Chinese food...not quite what I expected.
It was enough to make you shed a single tear for the sheer beauty and bewilderment of American multiculturism.

Best collage ever. And it's patriotic, to boot.

Dschungel is a neat word

2005-07-19T21:35:00.000-04:00

I think I could watch the lightning for hours.

Seriously though, I think an electrical storm is more entertaining than 80% of network TV sitcoms.

Boogity Boogity Boogity

2005-07-17T14:42:00.000-04:00

I sprained my ankle pretty badly playing basketball yesterday. It's funny to limp around in a public place because people stare at you like you have AIDS or leprosy. Normally I'd be bothered by that but I think it's pretty funny, in a pitiful kind of way. People look but they try to act like they aren't, but it's painfully obvious.
And it got me out of work for at least a day, which almost makes it worth the intense, excruciating pain I felt right as it happened.

And I can't possibly put into words how happy I am that hockey is back. Now I won't feel like an idiot for having a 'Canes license plate.

Also,

Smoke and Mirror Lockdown

2005-07-13T23:18:00.001-04:00

The weeks of this summer have passed by in a blur. To use a cliché (impressed? I used the é! I guess not...) it seems like just yesterday that I stood in a blue robe and walked across that stage and gave Mr Hames an appreciative nod and Dr Humble a handshake. Just a couple of hours since I waded through the crowds to try to find family, to get a last glimpse of people who I know I wouldn't see for years, if ever again. And now it's mid-July. Freaking impossible.
I'm going to slow it down a little bit, and try to have at least 2 weeks this summer where I can relax a little and catch myself. I promised my grandfather I'd spend a week with him, fish a little in his boat and help him with his garden. I very literally cannot wait for that opportunity.

I hadn't heard Lynyrd Skynyrd in a long time, Thanks, random playlist.

Can't you smell that smell?

I'll show you a place high on the desert plain where the streets have no name

2005-07-08T00:08:00.000-04:00

What's so wrong with the idea of 'Live and Let Live' ???
Seems so simple. Also seems like every problem we have in this world is caused by people interfereing with the way other people like to live.

Except for the whole world hunger thing.

Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit sind des Glückes Unterpfand

2005-07-04T22:19:00.000-04:00

I couldn't help but think a little bit tonight, while walking my dog at night and listening to the pop and bang of the fireworks bought and used by the humble occupants of the mobile home community a mile southeast of my house, about this country and what it means. Especially after seeing Hotel Rwanda last night, the old cliché really fits: We are so lucky to live here! We're in a place where our own intelligence can (usually) be used, if not to its full potential, to at least a greater actualization than those in other countries where intelligence is stifled, if not by the apathetic mindset of a hopeless citizen, then by poverty or disease or war or lack of educational opportunity. A place where we're able, without condemnation, to write patriotic run-on sentences on an internet blog. I get to go to college in a few months. Similar people of similar intellect in African, Asian, even European countries fight every day to stay alive, to be able to put dorowat or General Tso's Chicken or goulash on the table. It's hard not to ask myself why I'm here, born with a relative silver spoon in my mouth, while a man no different than me in temperment or raw intelligence starves to death in Bolivia or Sudan. And while working people in this country spend millions to have the chance to hypnotize themselves with their own personal bazaar of bright exploding colorful lights, and while NBC shows it's 7/4 special complete with the smiling faces of servicemen in bright white naval garb lit up by even brighter fireworks, and while an entire nation of 296 million sits with a smug grin on their faces, people live in pain. People suffer. I've never known pain, and neither have you. If I gave up my Xbox and my shiny red Ford Taurus and my midnight corned beef/provolone on wheat snack, and so did everybody else, maybe 5-year-old orphan Juanita wouldn't have to dig through the trash in Mexico City to find breakfast. Maybe not. I'm not saying we should give up material possessions but I do find it interesting that we sit in a continual vat of self-admiration and -obsession when so much can be done to make the world...as good and suffer-free as us. It makes me wonder what more we really can do...as a country, state, community, family, political party, religous mindset...or even what more I personally could do to give everybody else around the world smug faces of admiration at their surroundings, thankful for all they have and that they must not suffer.

In other news, I had a weird dream last night. It isn't a recurring dream but it is a dream with a recurring setting. It's an Australian grocery store. It's the weirdest feeling, I woke up and remembered the dream out of the clear blue today, and the setting is a familiar one because I've had at least one dream set there before, but a long time ago, like maybe a year or two ago. This grocery store is different. The ceilings are maybe 15 feet up and the walls are taupe-painted sheetrock without adornment. The shelves are sparsely stocked, and all I can remember is the chip aisle and the ice cream aisle. All they had was bags of (dry?) tortilla chips. I don't know why I'm there, or what sets it apart as a grocery store in Australia, but for some reason it is. It's not like me to remember a dream in this detail (and truth be told, I don't remember the dream itself, but I do remember the setting...). I wonder what Freud would say.

I should also note that I tried to change the time on this post to 17:76 in a symbolic gesture of the day. But, alas, there is no 76th minute of the hour.

Turn on your lights when it's raining, jackass

2005-06-30T22:08:00.000-04:00

My Chia Pet looks like a recovering cancer patient. I guess that's what you get when you leave it in a dark closet for 3 years before growing it. I don't know why I bought it, I guess I figured I'd give it to somebody but never did. So now, I reap the benefits...or something.

I hope people don't drink alot of extra milk or eat alot of eggs over July 4th...

Dreh dein Kreuz in den Sturm

2005-06-26T21:49:00.000-04:00

I can't even go to sleep at night. I turn off the tv, roll over on my side and my thoughts drift to groceries. Pitiful, eh? No matter how tired I am, my mind will start racing and not stop. I don't know if it's the darkness or the silence or the sheer inactivity of laying in bed...and it isn't like I'm thinking "here's what tomorrow's going to be like at work tomorrow"...it's more like "gotta put up the low fat store brand sour cream, and then after that I'll put up Breyer's Pinapple Fruitonthebottom yogurt. 12 packs to a box, shelf fits 24, there are already 11 on the shelf, so I gotta leave one off the back row of 4 so it'll go up and look nice." Over and over again, instead of sleep. But if that's not enough, I'll end up going to sleep during the day watching tv. It's a maddening loop.

And I'll hear the Oreo commercial in my sleep. It's a little jingle that they play every 15 minutes or so over the Muzak system. "Ice cold milk and an oreo cookie! Together forever; it's the classic combination! O..R..E..O!" It's enough to drive somebody crazy.

Also,

One thin dime won't even shine your shoes

2005-06-22T23:10:00.000-04:00

Is no news good news? I seriously have to force myself to type something into this little box, only toward the effort of making sure this place doesn't sit in disuse. I mean, work is the same every day, and on my off-days I'm so tired from work that I generally don't do much at all, so there really, truely isn't much to talk about. But that's okay, I'd rather be rambling on about nothing like this than about a serious, genuine problem. I think I need something to stimulate my brain. Or at least something to keep me from watching Dukes of Hazzard reruns, as I am now.

Best show ever. End of story.
Fightin' the system like 2 modern-day Robin Hoods. I really want to weld the doors to my car shut. For aerodynamics, you know?

Fazoli's

2005-06-15T09:33:00.000-04:00

I've eaten at one of these places in Iowa...they have good food.

Alles auf dem Weg

2005-06-12T22:42:00.000-04:00

It had been so long since I updated this that I forgot what my signin was for blogger. That's pretty pitiful. But then again, there hasn't been much to type about. I graduated. I guess that's pretty eventful. It happened pretty cleanly and almost too perfectly. The family came into town, I smiled like I meant it, we ate some cake, they left, and that was that. I don't like all the attention. Highschool ended pretty uneventfully, I suppose. Maybe too uneventfully. I look back at what I took from highschool and see a top-notch education and one or two new friends, and that's about it. Funny, I always thought there would be more to it. That we were all entitled to more. But I guess not. Maybe the more part comes a little bit later.
It's weird...now that graduation has come and gone I've had dreams about people I normally don't even think about, or really even know. I wonder what Freud would say. Probably some hidden or not-so-hidden regret of the past 13 years of public education.
And it's amazing to see me think this way, but I absolutely cannot wait for school to start again. Not so much because I'm excited about college, but because the summer doldrums are starting to catch up. For the past few weeks I've been working 7 days a week, which is certainly less than ideal...though that'll improve a little bit since the scheduler (is that a word?) at work has been giving people too many hours. So now I'll work twice as hard in fewer hours, and still not get the job done. The job sucks. More and more and more and it never ends. It's solitary confinement except you aren't confined, you're actually busting your butt. And the one time somebody talks to you, it's Ms. Sally McMotherington who feels empowered to bitch to you about how all of the organic half and half has sold, and how she'll curl up and die without non-hormonally-influenced cow juice in her morning cup of Folgers. If there's one thing about this job, I've learned how you can take helping people for granted in other jobs. It isn't nearly as rewarding or fun or worthwhile if you can't see the fruits of your labor in the form of happy people. All I get to see is a shelf completely empty of American Cheese slices. But, that's the job, and I guess it's better than sitting at home and being worthless. It's just hard when the only time you have to really relax is from 9-11 in the morning. But school'll come along soon enough.

And to lighten things up, here's a picture of a kung-fu monkey.

Zug

2005-05-17T20:18:00.000-04:00

There's nothing more depressing than registering for the draft.

Doesn't really matter, though. If I get drafted y'all can come and visit me at my Château in Switzerland.

Gahh

2005-05-14T11:00:00.000-04:00

You know, you work hard all week knowing that you'll have the entire weekend off...you think of how crappy the job is, but then it goes through your mind..."If I can just work extra hard and get through this, I'll get the reward"...
And then they say "Hey, come in tommorrow for 6 hours!" It's enough to make you go postal. And that's not bad, they were going to make me work 11-9 on my birthday.
I really hate this job. It's damn hard work, work that never ends and gets worse and worse as the week goes on. There is no motivation to work hard, there is no appreciation for the work that you're doing. All I get out of it is a backache and some numbers on a sheet of paper from the Credit Union. Not to mention that, for as tired as I am, I can't get to sleep at night
But I guess it's better than sitting at home.

Ah...guess I gotta go take a shower and drive over to the ol' workplace...

Kinder

2005-05-08T19:45:00.000-04:00

I'm watching a show right now about a man and a woman who have had 15 children...they're ultra-conservative Christians (maybe Mormons...) who say "we will take as many as God will bless us with."
They made their money before they had kids, so with tight financial structuring, they get by just fine (with absolutely no debt! Apparently debt isn't the Christian way of doing things.) They showed them at a trip to the grocery store (ever been to Aldi? Ultra-cheap, off-brand, bulk groceries). They had 5 carts and the total was over $800. They drive around in a small bus. They have no tv, no radios, and the children are all home-schooled by their mother. The women never get haircuts and all wear ankle-length, plain dresses, and the boys all wear polo shirts buttoned up all the way to the top, tucked in to khaki slacks, with identical haircuts w/ hair combed to one side.
They are building their own house (and when I say that...I mean they're building it Amish-style. The father and two oldest boys have done it all by themselves...)

But as odd (and...bad?) as this sounds, the children are remarkably well-behaved, and they all seem very happy. It's just so amazing to see this different kind of lifestyle and view on life; it's so radically different, but somehow through the chaos it works.

I won't be having 15 children, though.

TPS Report

2005-05-08T15:14:00.000-04:00

This is the pamphlet that a lady gave me today while we were grocery shopping. I was getting some bread when the lady wheels her cart, full of grocieries, up to me and asks me "would you like to read about the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ?" as she picks up a package of hot dog buns.
I really admire that people are moved by their faith to the point that they'll distribute these things to complete strangers...but what would make any rational person believe that giving out a pamphlet to everyone you see will make a difference? That it will make people convert? I dunno...I guess religion to me has always been a very personal and individual thing...I can't be swayed by something like this. I guess other people can be. It just seems very strange that this is the mindset of alot of people in this area.

H2O

2005-05-08T11:30:00.000-04:00

Whatever happened to Carpe Diem?

Der Papst, der Vierte

2005-05-05T21:04:00.000-04:00

The Pope's used VW Golf just sold for €189,000 on Ebay. What in the heck would you do with the Pope's used car? Drive it?

Verkehrsmittel

2005-05-03T22:30:00.000-04:00

I took the AP test on Calculus AB this morning...I went in with alot of anxiety (after all, if I don't get a two or above, I can't place into Calculus at State, meaning I can't go to State...meaning that my plans are pretty much wrecked...even though you have to be totally inept to get a 1, and I'm not...) but it ended up being okay. I think I did very well on the multiple choice...I got raped by the free response, but I still think I did good enough to get a 3, or maybe even a 4. Supposedly you could miss 56 out of 112, half, and still get a 4. Not that it matters, I just need a 2...but at least some satisfaction can come out of knowing I did well on a very hard test.

I also went and got a work permit (for a whole 2 weeks until my birthday...) so I can be the new perishables stocker at the local grocery store. It isn't glamorous or anything, but it's a job. The people are nice, I'm making a cool $7.25, and they say there's alot of room for advancement, especially for a guy like me. That, and there will be no food or customers or perpetual dirtyness or inept management or apathetic coworkers to deal with on a daily basis. I can already sense the vast difference between the level of professionalism and...(is there an antonym for ineptitude???)...required to be successful in management of the pizza and grocery businesses.

Dystopan Visions and Revisions Essay

2005-05-02T07:41:00.000-04:00

This long weekend hasn't seemed nearly as long as advertised. I guess solace can be taken in the fact that the ultimate long weekend is coming up in a few weeks.

Der Engel mit der Posaune

2005-04-30T09:30:00.000-04:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4500245.stm

13 year old girl is being denied the right to an abortion because she "lacks the maturity" to make such a decision. So she's too young to choose what happens with her own body, but she's not too young to choose to get pregnant and raise a child? There's a certain overwhelming level of hypocrisy with this.

We Built This City on Rock and Roll

2005-04-28T20:09:00.000-04:00

Our President is full of crap.

Also, I believe I have a job now. Which is good, because I've needed one for a while.

Surf's up

2005-04-24T09:50:00.000-04:00

My shower broke, so until I can get the right parts to fix it (I went to Home Depot, Ace, and Lowe's and none of them had what I needed...schade für mich) I'm having to turn it on and off with a wrench. Can it get any more redneck?

Spaßport

2005-04-23T10:01:00.000-04:00

Howard Dean: “I don't know anyone in America who's pro-abortion. If I could strike the words ‘choice' and ‘abortion' out of the lexicon of our party, I would. The debate and the difference between the parties is, we believe a woman has a right to make up her own mind about her health care, and they (Republicans) believe that Tom DeLay and the boys in Congress should be making up that woman's mind.”

He's right. We've been framed to look like we're pro-abortion, and that is simply not the case. Who are we to say what a woman can or can't do with her body? And where in the Constitution does it stipulate that the government has this power?

Der Papst, der Dritte

2005-04-19T17:50:00.000-04:00

Thanks to CNN's chief RCHS Breaking News Correspondent Sam Shaber I was lucky enough to find out about the election of the new Pope as we played in band class today. Talk about up-to-date.

Anyway, not being Catholic, the decision to make Joeseph Ratzinger Benedict XVI doesn't really have an immediate bearing on my life...but I still find the process so very interesting. Steeped in tradition, fremd und geheimnisvoll, it's such an interesting and truely unique process. It's amazing how big of an impact this election and this man will have on so many peoples lives, Catholic and non-Catholic.
Very interesting decision by the Cardinals. Ratzinger is 79 years old and was JPII's chief advisor. He's even more conservative than his predecessor; he's publicly against women in the church, euthanasia, contraception (narrowminded and ignorant...tell the millions who die in Africa every year that contraception is a bad thing...)and has said in the past that Protestant and Orthodox Christian churches have no legitimacy or power because the Catholic Church is better. If the leader of 1.1 Billion Catholics can't get along with other Christians, how can he be a leader on the world stage?
The Pope needs to be one who can lookat and accept the ever-changing world around him. He needs to be able to mold and form the church to the worldwide society that this has become. A progressive Pope is one that can be a leader in the world, one that can accept and facilitate without giving up the power and solidarity of the church. Many people see progressiveness as liberalness, but it isn't. A progressive Pope doesn't need to promote euthanasia or gay marriage. But he does have to accept that these things exist, and adapt his church to live with them. And Ratzinger will not do this.

But, he's old. It's an interim papacy. Give him a few years, and then maybe someone like Schönborn or Maradiaga who is younger and more progressive can come in and lead the church into the 21st century. Because the Pope doesn't just affect Catholics, he affects everyone.

Folks don't fudge it 'cause you got the juice

2005-04-13T17:29:00.000-04:00

Best Commercials Ever

Yes, two Burger King-related posts in the matter of a few days. But they're just so good!

Bis der Tisch zussamenbricht

2005-04-12T08:15:00.000-04:00

I felt this beared repeating.

Yo holmes, smell ya later!

2005-04-11T09:10:00.000-04:00

Best thing ever.

Needs IE, doesn't seem to work in Firefox...

Black Hootie
Same deal, but vulgar.

We're SunCom...and we get it.

2005-04-07T20:40:00.000-04:00

Now there's a candidate you could get behind...

Augen sagen mehr als Wörter

2005-04-05T21:00:00.000-04:00

There seems to be some impending feeling or aura around everything these days. I can't quite discern what it is or whether it is good or bad, or both. Maybe it's just that things are starting to wind down.
Normalcy is underrated.

Der Papst, die Zweite

2005-04-03T10:01:00.000-04:00

After my rather insensitive post about the Pope I thought I'd post a legitimate one.

As a non-Catholic it contines to strike me just how much this one man meant to so many millions of people around the world. One man was the representation of the religion, and thus the life, of millions. And now he has died. It's a situation really unparalleled in the world. Millions mourn throughout the world, and as their neighbors and friends we mourn with them and for them.
I think it's sad to say that in my entire lifetime I've never known of a pope that was able to walk well or talk coherently. Parkinson's Disease and knee/hip ailments are enough to cripple a man even of JPII's stature. But 26 years ago he was active and virile, powerful and energetic. The most important and influential Pope in hundreds of years who fought against Communism, War, and Capital Punishment, and also against woman priets, contraception, homosexuals, and interracial marriage. The Papacy of paradox. He fought for equality, but often totally against it. He was very socially conservative, something expected from a conservative Catholic priest.
Saying that, and noting the tremendous influence that this man had on the lives, actions, and beliefs of many people throughout the world and here in my own area, I can't help but wonder if the equally powerful influence of a more progressive Pope wouldn't be beneficial to this 21st Century world. We'll see in the coming weeks if the world, and the small group of Cardinals that elects the next Pope, agree with me.

Der Papst

2005-04-02T15:25:00.000-05:00

Is this in bad taste?

Tor zur Vergangenheit

2005-03-31T15:44:00.000-05:00

Terry Schiavo died today.

I never did understand the argument against 'playing God.' After all...taking out a feeding tube that is keeping her alive is just as much 'playing God' as putting in the feeding tube in the first place. If it weren't for that tube she'd have been dead 15 years ago.
Such is the hypocrisy of the NeoCon Christipublicans.

Now the media circus can die down...and move on to its next victim.

Come on down!

2005-03-28T11:53:00.000-05:00

On the Price is Right this morning an old lady won 2 dirt bikes, and a college girl from Wilmington just won a brand new Buick in the showcase.
I love when this happens.

Boink

2005-03-28T11:32:00.000-05:00

I have one healthy dent on the roof of my car as a result of the storm this morning.
But it could have been worse.

Hagel

2005-03-28T07:33:00.000-05:00

It hailed really heavily this morning...sounded like we were getting egged, only 10 times more intense. Woke me up, I didn't know what the heck was going on! I jumped downstairs (quite literally) to see big, golf ball-sized pellets coming down like cats and dogs, excuse the cliché.
I haven't really been able to examine my car yet for any dings, but this was certainly the type of hail that damages paint jobs and creates dents.
It was the hardest hail I've ever seen in this state, for sure. But what was weird was the fact that it came so suddenly...my parents were just sitting downstairs reading the paper and admiring the overcast sky when huge hail comes out of nowhere...no rain preceded it or anything. It was a severe thunderstorm, at least according to Mike Maze and the NWS. It was moving at 100 mph, pretty fast even for a severe storm. And all at 7:15 in the morning.

Sorry, I'm a weather geek...this kind of thing fascinates me.

Ich heiße

2005-03-22T14:51:00.000-05:00

New name: Heat Fusion. blogspot.com

I was really running out of ideas, but I think it works.

2005-03-22T09:13:00.000-05:00

Blogger has alot of things different from Xanga, good and bad. I'm still trying to get everything customized like the way I want it...which is hard, but something you can't do in Xanga. It's giving me a hard time, but I'm getting there.

#1

2005-03-21T13:55:00.000-05:00

I'm contemplating a move to Blogger.

For kicks, the old blog is found here, or at a link on the right.