My chin is itching like hell

And it looks really, really bad.

But the Sox won.

So I'm staying with it. I'm feeling very good about all of this.

In other news, I'm going to be doing improv in South Boston and getting paid a nonzero amount for it. Moreover, I ran into an old friend at the mall who happens to work at the Sam Goody, and given his speaking for me and my previous work experience in retail (and retail involving movies) chances are good I'll have a day job soon.

Good news, both.

Here we go again

I have about a dozen things I'd like to talk about, but as Saije mentioned, There are priorities.

Four games remaining in the season

Three of them are against those foul swine who reside in the House of Ruth

Today's is against a team that has given us trouble this year.

All of them are at Fenway.

Tied for the Wild Card, and a game behind of the aforementioned swine in the division.

This thing's to do.

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I stopped shaving when the Red Sox were down 0-3 in the ALCS, and razor did not touch my face again until after I'd taken it to the parade in Boston after eight straight victories brought us our first World Series title in 86 years. And I can't really grow a beard, either, so it looked terrible.

Maybe it can work again

Meme!

So in the end my silence is broken by Crys tagging me. Thanks for that.

7 things I plan to do before I die (allright so these aren't all exactly things I can plan):
Sex in zero gravity
Travel the world
Learn the guitar
Love, and be loved
Figure out what the fuck is the deal with this whole "Life" thing anyway
Be able to show all the people I care for what they really mean to me
Accomplish something creatively that will endure


7 things I can do:
Act
Write
Cook (esp on a grill)
Philosophize (esp when not necessary)
Sing, though not as well as I should be able to
Withstand mental imagery and general offensiveness that would break most mortals
Procrastinate



7 things I cannot do:
Draw
Dance well
Sleep (well obviously I do sometimes, but I suck at it)
Stop thinking
Be more than friends with those of the female persuasion (not that I'm gay or anything like that, I just suck at getting across the idea that being more than friends a good idea and one that should be acted upon)
Remember nearly enough French
Give up a dream


7 things that attract me to another person(looks having been assumed and set aside):
Intelligence
Wit
Voice
A sort of radience that permeates ones entire being and at times makes one seem to dance even when standing still and yet doesn't rob the ability to mellow out... alternately, having "It"
Taste for the finer things in life (or such as they are in the universe of my perception)
Ability to tell good stories
Ability to play the guitar (you have no idea)

7 celebrity crushes
Uma Thurman
Scarlet Johannson
Jessica Alba
Charlize Therone
Cate Blanchette
Liv Tyler
Amanda Tapping

7 Things I say the most(Ok I don't know if these are the things that I say the most:
"fuck" in its many forms
"you gotta recognize"
"cockshot"'
"...is ten kinds of..."
"do not castigate me, dogg"
"total Vlad"
"crazy good"


7 bloggers I am tagging:
Dylann
Saije
Samantha
Candi
Suzanne
Whoever the hell else feels like it.

Of course, don't feel obligated. Memes aren't everyone's thing

Just to be perfectly clear

My laptop is dead.

I am not.

I will try to post when I can as this blog has a positive effect on my sanity, but I can make no promises.

That is all for now

I didn't think I would be posting much about Katrina

Because I didn't really think I had anything to add. I don't know that that's changed at all, but there are clearly worthwhile things that have been said on the subject, such as this essay by Eric Burns of Websnark, who normally writes columns about webcomics, but has been known to be extremely articulate and intelligent about many other issues, and this is no exception.

Its rather long, so I'll post here the part that struck me the hardest.

when [Bush] flew down, to "take a first hand look," after being asked not to come by the Governor of Louisiana and the Mayor of New Orleans, who didn't want to take time away from efforts to save people's lives to provide Presidential Security in a city where law and order were washed away in a tide of poisonous and infected water, and he ignored them so he could get his photo opportunities and timed the arrival of Federal troops to coincide with his visit, I knew we had gone beyond callousness and into a disconnection from reality. When George Bush was there, no relief flights were allowed to put food and water into the hands of the suffering, out of concerns for security. When George Bush was there, rescues were put on hold out of concerns for security.

It is entirely possible that people died because George Bush had to begin salvaging his public image

I don't know what more I can say. I'm appalled. And yes, I understand that the federal government isn't the only body responsible for the absolute failure that the Katrina recovery efforts have been. But they're the only responsible body that is accountable to me. So they're the ones I'm going to rage at when I see fit to rage.

Our tax dollars have been exhausted, our graces in the eyes of the rest of the world besmirched, our First Ammendment rights stripped and the bureaucracy of our Federal Government extended all in the name of safety and national security against enemies who intend to strike without warning. And the federal government has had days of warning about Katrina.

It has become blatantly apparent that the only thing that George Bush did after 9/11 was tell a bunch of firefighters that he could hear them.

I hope we've learned enough since then to see this title of "Healer in Cheif" that some lay upon him for what it is: utter, unadulturated bullshit.

The nature of the Universe... and of Nature

Sometimes I think I can't write about current events without being pissed off. I could be writing about how Curt Schilling obviously isn't as much of a total dick as I thought he was and is pledging housing to a family of 9 who were run out of New Orleans by Katrina for a year. I could be writing about a hell of a lot of things. But what is running through my mind right now is all this backlash against anyone who mentions global warming. From what I can tell, its centered around the idea that anything and everything that happens in the weather is solely the action of "Mother Nature"

The idea of "Mother Nature" as a unified force is every bit as ridiculous as the "Invisible Hand" in economics and whichever god is running the show in Creationism and "Intelligent Design"

The truth of the matter is that every single thing that exists on this planet (and indeed, in this Universe) has an effect on every other thing. (As demonstrated by the butterfly example.) Its just a matter of how much of an effect.

There are only two things with a greater effect on planet Earth than human beings; the Sun and the Moon. Deny it. Try.

Is it really that far-fetched to think that we could have an effect on the nature of the biosphere? On the weather?

And you know what? Even if Global Warming is just the fantasy of some left wing nutcase who'd burned one two many, we still have a serious problem with frivilous consumption in this country that is making the gap between the rich and the poor grow steadily wider even if it isn't fucking with the weather.

Laissez-Faire economics is a fallacy because the idea of leaving anything alone is against the fundamental laws of the Universe (see above)

The point is, we Americans just need to cold fix our shit, because we're already starting to fade.

But there is hope. Because as I alluded to before the Universe is fundamentally interconnected (such is the logical conclusion to be reached in the study of everything we know about its nature). If we start to move in the right direction, it will become easier to follow the path.

So long, and thanks.

I'll be honest.

I disagreed with a great number of your decisions.

Most of them, in fact.

I hated that you seemed to look at the Fourteenth Ammendment as a sort of polite suggestion

Now that I think of it, I would have to search to find much you did in thirty-three years that I approved of.

But that should not suggest that I don't respect you.

You knew your number was up, but you fought on. You fought on for us. You probably knew you weren't going to last another three years, but damn it, you tried.

And we're grateful.

RIP Cheif Justice William Hubbs Rhenquist (1924-2005)

Anyone caught attempting to discern a context for this line will be shot

There is a miserable, rotten, hostile being inside each and every one of us, and if we don't let him out for a walk every once in a while, he shits all over the furniture.

We drop food in third world countries

and yet there are people starving in New Orleans. Where's the aid?