I. am. so. sick. of getting bills. I’ve decided, a lá Office Space, to not pay them anymore. I’ve already stopped working, I might as well complete the circle.
Joe Millionaire, the Aftermath
First of all, I’ve been instructed to add an addendum to the previous post:
ADG pointed out how much she liked Zora from the beginning. In fact, she liked her the best. She only wanted Sarah to win because she was fake and somewhat of a gold-digger (Sarah, not ADG); and really, what would have been better TV than seeing that train wreck?
Having said that, I won! I am proud ashamed to admit that I was behind Zora from the beginning, and in fact predicted her triumph early on. Guys like girls that are a challenge, and that are genuine and kind…when they’re looking for something more than a night in the woods that is.
My further impressions:
.: Despite her smiling, Sarah was obviously devastated what with her immediate bitchy cattiness.
.: She also was at least partially into the money, as her first comment to what’s her ugly face was about how Evan didn’t actually have the money… not that she wished he picked her.
.: Even all you Evan naysayers out there must have been affected by the way his face lit up when Zora walked in. It was *sniff* awesome.
.: Am I really blogging my impressions of Joe Millionaire?
.: Call me a hopeless romantic (which I indeed am), but I think they could make it… if they didn’t, it would be Evan’s fault, of course, Zora seems pretty fabulous.
During the 700th Married by America commercial, ADG turned to me and said, “We can not get in to that.” I couldn’t agree more.
My money’s (what’s left of it) on Zora.
ADG’s all about Sarah.
North Korea Threatens to Abandon Armistice
"If the U.S. side continues violating and misusing the armistice agreement as it pleases, there will be no need for the (North) to remain bound to the armistice agreement uncomfortably," the spokesman said
Are we still really pushing on Iraq? Are we really going to continue the hypocrisy of claiming that war on Iraq is due to the imminent threat of attack while this is happening in Korea? Apparently, we are:
France Opposes New U.N. Resolution
The Bush administration was evaluating all options after being rebuffed Friday at the U.N. Security Council, where members lined up behind France's call for more weapons inspections and against military action.
The above headline should really read, Everyone Opposes War-Hungry Bush… which should get me some interesting, unrelated hits by the way.
I’ve never felt so mis-represented, or that I was being drawn inexorably by association into something so horrible. At dinner on Valentine’s Day, my ears (as they are wont to do) drifted around the conversations near me, picking up bits here and there… I like to think of it as “being observant” as opposed to “eavesdropping”. Of the 3 tete a tetes going on around me, 100% of them were about the Iraq situation; and of those, all were against it (not to mention our own conversation, also against). “I hate to say it, but there hasn’t been a conflict since WWII that the U.S. has been justified in engaging in,” said by the man next to me. I couldn’t agree more. Since then, it’s been all about blood-money, or pushing our morality on disagreeing nations. It seems to me that if you have to push your will on to an entire nation, and still find resistance, perhaps your jive ain’t as great as you think.
While watching a report on 60 Minutes last night, ADG and I learned all about how our Gulf troops are woefully unprepared for a chemical/biological battle. They haven’t been trained, their equipment is faulty. In the 12 years since our last conflict in the Gulf, where again chemical/biological warfare was of the greatest concern, our soldiers have not been trained, their equipment is faulty. How do you scream and scream about the perils of biological warfare, and then send young men and women to fight a battle they can’t win without unnecessary loss of life?
Perhaps I should have moved to Canada after all.
I find it odd that as of 11:40 AM PST, there is no mention of the Blogger buy-out by Google on the Blogger main page.
Congratulations to Ev and company. Hopefully the purported millions will take the sting out of a new commute!
Happy Valentine’s Day, Part II!
For those keeping score, this is ADG’s and my first Valentine’s Day together. That, in and of itself, is a fantastic thing. What’s more, historically, my Valentine’s Days have been fairly mediocre. I don’t mean to say that I’ve never had a good one, in fact to the contrary, but I’ve had enough bad ones for them to even out as pretty much even… especially lately.
So, in these changing times of increasing world unrest, where suicide bombers (real or imagined) lurk behind every corner, where the globe seems too small and countries too much in reach, where the idea of traveling by plane gives pause, where the truly important things in life become ever more important, I am thankful and fortunate enough to have someone in my life to celebrate today.
And that goes for all of you to a lesser degree. Yes I know V-Day is just a marketing ploy designed to milk those of us with weak minds out of our sympathetic, love-lorn funds; but still, we’re all loved, at least somewhat, but someboday, so give a grin… even if only weakly.
[*EDITOR’S NOTE*: should I ever adorn this page with drippingly sappy icons, such as those above, in non-sracastic earnest, you have my permission to hurt me… badly]
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’ve been fantasizing about shooting people, lately.
Not really shooting people, just tagging them with a pellet gun in their butt or their arm. Interesting that I should still call that “not really shooting people”, as if picking people off with pellet guns is perfectly fine.
But Officer, it’s totally justified! All I want to do is shoot the garbage men who continue to insist on emptying the dumpsters below my window on or about 6:00 A.M. That’s just wrong.
I also want to shoot the bastard who sits, not directly but nearly, below my window and honks his horn repeatedly; presumably to signal his friend living in an apartment nearby… at 7:00 A.M. Did I say repeatedly? I did. I have an idea Mr. Honky-Honkerston: get your fat ass out of the car, walk up the admittedly daunting one flight of stairs, and knock on the damn door! Other people exist besides you.
He will get a BB in the neck.
There’s been a lot of talk in the news lately about American citizens getting emergency kits together with food and water for three days, and other emergency essentials. In addition to this, pundits… or perhaps wags… are suggesting we also buy plastic sheeting and duct-tape; the idea being that we seal ourselves up in a room should the are fall prey to biological attack.
For me, this harkens back to the old Duck and Cover service announcements during the Cold War; and, frankly, I feel that these latest warnings are equally as useful as those were… meaning not at all. It’s widely know, at least now, that the whole “duck ‘n cover” drill, at least when it came to nuclear attack, was really pretty useless. Tornadoes, earthquakes, and the like? Sure, it may help; but, in the event of a nuclear strike? It really just gave people something to do. We need that, you see: the feeling that we have power over our own lives. Without it, we feel helpless, and that’s really not something we want now, is it?
Back to the matter at hand: to paraphrase the newscast I was watching, it was recommended that we, “find a small room with few outside walls. Seal the room completely from any source of outside air.” Meaning, of course, cover the windows, doors, and air-vents. I ask you, though, if we don’t breathe outside air, what air do we breath? Air is most definitely a numbered quantity, and in the same way that you’ll suffocate if you stick your head in a plastic bag, you’ll eventually suffocate if you stick your body in a plastic room. Besides, it seems to me that we have more to worry about than plastic and duct-tape if we are truly under biological attack, like what comes next and how many guns do they have?
It gives us something to do, though, I suppose.
I’m procrastinating horribly in what I perceive to be a need for a total re-write of my resume. When you haven’t gotten a job after this long, what else could it be? (don’t say “lack of marketable skills”). At any rate, what does Mr. Dave Kleeman do when he feels the need to procrastinate?
Create fantastically weird art? Sometimes, but no.
Do something hip like skulk in urban bookstores whilst looking erudite? No.
Create guitar arias like the tortured-soul blues machine you’re sure he his? No.
No, Mr. Dave Kleeman does crossword puzzles. In fact, it is very possible that Mr. Dave Kleeman is now addicted to crossword puzzles. The local paper, LA Times, NY Times,… almost all cross Mr. Dave Kleeman’s computer screen and adjoining desk every. single. day. Except weekends. But sometimes weekends.
It’s getting so bad, in fact, that I’m beginning to recognize the thinly-veiled reuse of clues. “46 across, 3-letter word, ‘Period in history’… HA! That’s just like Thursday’s, ‘Historical time’… ERA, yes!!!”
My circular file is brimming over with printed out puzzles, in various states of completion, most printed on both sides as to save wood. If there’s one thing I have plenty of, it’s scratch paper. While I could buckle down, I think I’ll instead try to come up with some other engaging pursuit… like needlepoint.
