Bullshit!

This is fucking ridiculous!

"This is not right," said Master Sgt. Ronald Jenkins, who has been ordered to Iraq even though he has a spine problem that doctors say would be damaged further by heavy Army protective gear. "This whole thing is about taking care of soldiers," he said angrily. "If you are fit to fight you are fit to fight. If you are not fit to fight, then you are not fit to fight."

As the military scrambles to pour more soldiers into Iraq, a unit of the Army's 3rd Infantry Division at Fort Benning, Ga., is deploying troops with serious injuries and other medical problems, including GIs who doctors have said are medically unfit for battle. Some are too injured to wear their body armor, according to medical records.

I'm Feeling Non-Sensical Today....

.... so here's some lyrics:

Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he decreases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything
I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was
I had a dream last night about you, my friend
I had a dream--I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream--I wanted to lick your knees
I had a dream--it was about nothing

"Take the Skinheads Bowling" by Camper Van Beethoven

A Good Test

I sat for three minutes trying to remember Wyoming. Who the fuck cares about Wyoming? Here's the test.

Ah, Precious Stereotypes!

So I was leaving the post office after picking up the mail and I saw a 50-ish obese white man:

* wearing a tan trench coat
* with a bluetooth device in his here
* get into a Cadillac Escalade
* and drive away blaring Rush Limbaugh.

Sometimes it's sad seeing stereotypes confirmed because most of them aren't true.

Ah fat men and Rush Limbaugh....

Bad Recommendation

I just added "Hustle and Flow" to my Netflix queue. As every time I add a movie, Netflix recommends some more. They recommended "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" (uh, pass), "Animal", "G", "ATL", and .... "Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London"????

This Could Get Ugly

I'm sincerely hoping everything works out ok, but I have a very bad feeling about this.

On a side note, Seymour Hersh has it down.

How Times Have Changed

So these days I cannot drink. The slow decline of my boozing began a handful of years ago as going out was not as fun and drinking more than a couple of beers made me feel groggy. I found that I had a better time if I just didn't drink. I staid awake the whole night out and didn't devolve into the Reverend Jim Ignatowski, and a surly one at that.

The begin of the end began last year as I ticked and jerked. My doctor changed medications on me and the new one didn't go well with alkyhawl. The final nail in the coffin was yet another change in medication and my doctor said "Nyet!" to any more drinking. That was no big deal to me, as I only desired a beer every so often.

The funny thing happened today, but I must back up a little. I had the whole (I mean every one plus my uncle) over for dinner for Frank's birthday and to meet my new roommate, Stanley. My father brought over a six pack of beer. I still have a lot left over from when Shari and Michael visited and the last time the family came over for dinner.

Today when I opened the fridge, I realized that I need to rearrange the contents to fit everything so the eggs and orange juice wouldn't fall out upon the opening of the door. I saw the remenants of the six pack and said *scough* "More beer!?!"

The me of five years ago would have bitch slapped the me of today.