Yay! 2004!

Ah, another year is upon us. And it's 2004...which means an election year. I get goosebumps thinking about the possibilities of getting that drooling nutsack out of office. But enough about Cheney.

Bah dump bump! I'll be here all week!

I just finished watching the most awesomenest anime ever, Noir. 26 episodes later and I want the boxed set to watch again. It got a little weird at the end, with some people who shouldn't be kissing other people, but it served to illustrate a life-long obsession with an ideal. And it was just creepy. Thank god Chloe got hers in the end...I predicted she'd get her butt kicked and by god, she got forked up. Literally.

Ah, I kill myself! Be sure to tip your waitstaff.

The music in Noir was awesome too. I love series that have a signature tune that plays whenever the main character(s) start kicking ass. Noir has this cool techno/requiem mass number that starts up and you just know Kirika and Murielle are going to pop some caps in some asses. Well, being assassins, you come to expect death and carnage. Great story...lots of mysteries, a lot of character development, a lot of John Woo-like fight scenes. And some creepy, wacked-out characters that manipulate people without any regard. Awesome.

My WRX obssession...it's normal, right?

Okay, so this is my car:



And this is the car I want to get in a couple years:



It's pretty much the same car. Except for the 300 HP in the STi and the massively huge intake (inexplicably one of my favorite features) and the gaudy godzilla rally-style spoiler (it's not rice...it's rally, baby!). I'd get another blue one, but I like the pink STi badges and gold wheels on the white better (gold wheels feel ghetto to me, but most STi owners get 'em nonetheless).

So I'm kinda obsessed. I love turbos, I love AWD and I love the STi, pink badges and all. Me want! If I made any money, I would have gotten the STi instead of the WRX (which is plenty fast in its own right), but I'm po'. Hell, I had $62 left in my checking account before I deposited my paycheck. This is what I get for going with a start up. And my mortgage going up $500 a month didn't help (freaking property taxes! I tell ya...I'm $4000 behind in my escrow because my dwelling was finally assessed, not just the land).

I hate living like this. I have a nice car, a nice house, but I feel like such a freaking loser because I honestly live paycheck to paycheck now that I have this job. The perks of partnership units is wearing thin too, as I will have to pay taxes on units that are worth absolutely nothing but considered income nonetheless. WTF?! Not only do I not make enough money to live on, but I have to pay for my own health insurance AND I have to pay taxes on shit that is worthless. I might as well be taxed for the air I breathe.

I don't know how much longer I'm going to stick it out in start-up land. I'm used to having money to play with. Now, I can't even buy anything without putting it on my credit card and watching that debt grow makes me sick. Oh, BTW, fuck the holidays. Right before tax time. Smooth. I have a feeling I'm going to get reamed this year and where's THAT money coming from?

This is so ghetto, the way I live. I should be making $15K more than what I am, but this is what I get for trying to get rich...IN THE FUCKING EDUCATION INDUSTRY. I've quickly learned that education in this country is not only seriously fucked up, but it's royally fucked up. Imagine the leaders of Enron deciding how best to educate YOUR children. Well, there you have it folks. There's so much red tape and bureaucracy...except when it comes to undereducating kids or not teaching them the very basics about shit they should know, we're really good at doing a piss-poor job. Like kids don't even know where Mexico is...I can't even FATHOM that lack of basic knowledge.

W/E...I guess I'm being pretty down on Christmas Eve. Ah well. I'll just think of the STi and get the warm fuzzies...

So, Saddam was captured with $750,000.

Jesus, with all that money, you think the fool could afford a freaking bar of soap and a razor. I bet he was stinky too. I haven't heard if he was, but he just looks rank.

"Yo, Saddam. Dog, you stank! Slap on some Rightguard, bro. I mean, c'mon, I can't clean my AK and hate on those heathen Americans with that stench."

Alright asscakes, it's the holiday season.

Which, of course, means tons of meaningless holiday cheer and jokes in the form of spam email from your nearest and dearest.

I keep slogging through this stuff and no amount of cartoons featuring Santa humping Mrs. Claus with a random "pithy" joke is going to make me crack a smile or fall to my knees and shout out thanks for email and the internet.

Oh, just got another holiday "joke" in my email. Thanks Aunt Sue! Check out the holiday wit:



I really hate this time of the year because people completely strip away their "what's appropriate" filter and send out throngs of useless, unfunny email, carelessly hitting the forward button as if its their unalienable right to propagate joke emails.

You ever get the same joke like weeks after it was first "funny" and wonder just how far down on the information chain someone is to JUST get around to receiving (and thus forwarding) said joke?

Ah, two more joke emails from Aunt Sue. It's the end of the work day, her set-aside "forward this useless crap email" time to spread the holiday cheer.

Merry Christmas!

I has just occured to me that I haven't gone off lately about our idiot goverment and the asscracks running America into the ground.

Well, its been forever since we started our nice little war of aggression on a completely ass-backwards, "I'm surprised they even have running water" country and I'm still waiting for the BIG BAD EVIL to be displayed to me to justify this war.

Oh right. In case you were wondering, THERE IS NO FUCKING BIG BAD EVIL. No weapons of mass destruction. No chickens running around with noo-clur warheads shoved up their asses. No witch doctors poking needles into the collective voodoo dolls of the free world. No nuthin'.

We have uncovered, oh surprise, surprise, surprise, a dark, powerful undercurrent of anti-Americanism that is consistently growing and putting more of our troops in danger of loosing their lives over...oh, what was the reason we are there again? Oh yeah, the BIG BAD EVIL.

And the best part is the idiot conservatives, lacking two feet firmly planted in reality and nothing reasonable to fall back on, try to play the "I'm assuming you were born JUST this minute" shell game and say "well lookee at all the good we're doing in Iraq! All the people saved! All the schools saved! All the running water and electricity!"

Yeah, nice try asshats. It's like describing an ugly woman to your friend by saying she's "got a swell personality." As soon as those words are uttered, everyone knows she's ugly. As is the situation in Iraq. Not one of these pollyanna conservatives mentions the price tag related to any of these "advancements" or "victories" in Iraq.

Although I can sure as hell tell you the price of one soldier's life: price-less.

So go ahead and tell me how much "good" we're doing in Iraq and I'll just ask you why we were there in the first place, because god knows there were enough questions about the reality of WMD and the BIG BAD EVIL way before we ever got our 400+ American soldiers killed over there.

Asshats.

This is a shot taken with my phone at the Texans v. Atlanta game. Not the greatest picture in the world, but it gives you an idea of the coolness of being at a game.



The roof was open, we had front row balcony seats and the Texans won. Of course, bringing David Carr into the game and the appearance, however ill-advised, of Michael Vick made the second half very fun.

The first half wasn't very fun. Let me say this: Tony Banks is about as exciting as a PBS documentary. When Carr entered the game at the start of the second half, the crowd went wild...of course, at the time, we didn't know Banks had snapped his hand off. Unfortunately Carr is banged up, and his 34 yard scramble didn't help when he got leveled. Things don't look good vs. Jacksonville because teams can't run versus them and if Carr's wing won't let him pass efficiently...it could be a long day.

This is my car:



I can figure out how to post up a picture on my freakin' blog, but recovering my archives is a bitch and a half. Thanks for making this whole system reeeeeeeeally usable, Blogger.

Asshats.

Ah! Figured it out. That only took an hour.

They're still asshats.