well, i’m still looking for god’s blog. this, this surely isn’t it, this one isn’t bad, and this one sorta sucks. oh, and you can’t forget this one either. it’s so bad.
speaking of holy blogs, have you read the terri schiavo blog? i give her an A for effort.
did you hear the one about the turd burglar? i kid you not. it’s entirely true!
today at work my boss asked me, “does god have a blog?”
wouldn’t it be nice if he did?
so, some of you may or may not know this, but… not without your daughter is supposed to be playing a show wednesday night at edingburgh castle. other bands include no. 1 fantacy girl, fire wrecks the forest, and david enos.
please, come hang out with me.
today’s chron has an article about a lady who got chronic fatigue syndrome, and then god cured her. i’m thinking god gave her mono.
i often wish i had religion. my mother and grandmother made sure i thought the roman catholic church was ridiculous. as i’ve studied its history, i’ve developed an appreciation though. there are certain saints i’m quite fond of- st. augustine, st. anselm, and thomas beckett to name a few- but i still can’t wrap my head around this whole god thing. after reading this artcile i don’t think i can. i mean, she just sounds silly to me, which is sad i guess. i’ll just resign myself to the fact that i was never instilled with faith at the early age, and so i’ll most likely never have it.
happy easter, i guess. are you kids having a good time? will you have a good time? i’m going back to carmichael to geek it up with my cousins. you should all have an egg for me whilst watching monty python’s life of brian.
so, have you ever noticed how homo-erotic the rocky movies are? especially rocky III. the training scenes with rocky and apollo especially. all these rocky marathons are just sapping my will to do anything but take naps.
did i mention i need to get out of the house more?
i just read a rational and poignant article by debra saunders about the schiavo debacle. i admit that i’m not really moved by her argument, but i respect the fact that she leaves the hype out of it and asks the fundamental question; what would terri want?*
*now to be lame/mean- i’m sorry but anybody named “terri”, i just can’t get behind that.
frank rich has a good assessment of the terri schiavo fiasco in today’s new york times. he ends his piece about the ten commandments, the death of secular politics, and the bullying of religious zealots all over the world with this quote:
But faced with McCarthyism in God’s name, most Democratic leaders went into hiding and stayed silent. Prayers are no more likely to revive their spines than poor Terri Schiavo’s brain.
now, rich might have used poor taste to talk about schiavo like that, but it’s true. why did this get to congress in the first place? i think that’ a question that’s left many people on the outside scratching their heads. the fact that the supreme court has refused to even hear this “case” three times makes me respect the judicial branch more.
i could maybe understand the bible thumpers’ outrage if this was the first attempt at removing the feeding tube, but it’s the third after 15 years and how many different restraining orders and judges? it’s not good enough that a number of judges have sided with the husband. the law is clearly not on the side of the parents.
i know it’s got to be emotionally draining for everybody. i’ve known families who took care of relatives in a vegetative state for years, and i saw how oppressive it was. i was always raised with the idea that it’d be better to pull the plug and die quickly than to suffer like that for years. will it ever happen? maybe. i think what about if it happened to my parents/brother/joe/friend, and i keep thinking of those horrible and nasty videos of terri schiavo. she doesn’t look like she’s all that alert. she doesn’t look happy. she doesn’t look alive. she looks present and and limp, sort of like a doll.
it seems that her parents are selfish in wanting to keep her alive, it’s making them feel better to hope. frankly, i can’t get behind that. people have criticised her husband for moving on, which i doubt he fully has, but what else is he to do. he can’t enjoy watching his wife lay there like a half dead person.
people need to get their aggressive feelings of religious entitlement out of the lives of others, and out of the courts.
michael owen is showing the new england kit. it looks good. jenn’s bout it bout it.
ok. enough of this blogging whilst jenn watches.
here’s a pic of the monster scarf for those of you who care.
jenn totally digs it!
after my radio show this morning, and some comments on dr. frank’s blog, i’ve decided that i must be a dirty old man magnet of sorts. i’m not hot or slutty enough to attract the usual type of dirty old guys who will oggle and drool. no, i get the creepy old dudes who want to talk to me. they want to be my friend. they come on strong is such a way that gives me the willies. now, i don’t think that they have the wrong intentions, i just know i always end up talking to guys my dad’s age about music and stuff.
maybe it’s because i have a number of friends who are old guys (not creepy, though), and so i don’t think about it too much. but let me tell you, nothing is as awkward or painful as trying to kill a conversation with a lonely old guy. at work it’s usually about train lines. on the radio it’s about some kitschy music. (luckily i have the “i need to get back to djing” out.) you know the guy is a little insane if he tries to act like he’s a fan of heino too.
the upside to this is that these guys aren’t threatening, just annoying.
wait- i just remembered king of the creepy old dudes; he likes to talk to me about annoying shit and he half-flirts with me. ugh. i hate seeing him around. i called him a “pussy faced asshole” and he still tries to kiss my ass.
uh oh! looks like somebody made barry bonds mad. the chronicle thinks describes him as melancholic. poor guy just can’t get a break.
