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Fame

If there is a single thing less worthwhile to strive to obtain, I know it not. Fame is the messy by product of doing something well. It should never, ever be a goal. In fact if your main goal in life is to be famous, I seriously think you should not belong in the gene pool. Vile dictators serve a higher purpose than you. Really, find a greater purpose. I beg of you.

To Bail Out a Mockingbird

I don’t know if you know this or not, but bailing someone out of jail is boring. You arrive at a location at a particular time and talk to someone then wait. Eventually a bail bondsman will appear, take a random amount of money from you, and you wait. You may get an update and wait. Finally the bail bondsman will return, and if you are lucky you get to leave with your delinquent. Sometimes, like my experience, you find out that your charge was arrested in another town. This will require that the bail bondsman deliver the paper work you’ve just waited hours to have filled out be delivered to some other people an indeterminate number of miles away. Oh and during that time you get to wait. And if you are really lucky like we were, both offices are really busy and you get to wait even longer. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I HATE waiting. Finally, a mere eternity after you’ve arrived, your charge is released unto the world to wreak havoc anew. Yay everyone!

Oh! What’s even better is that the whole process isn’t sexy at all. Where are all the scantily dressed hookers? The flamboyant pimps? The tough grizzled cons? The rich murderesses with straight scarlet hair and legs up to there? Nowhere!!! In reality it seems most perps are young thugs that don’t know when to walk away. Even the druggies and alkies are really just kinda sad and not entertaining at all. Hell even the female cops make Cagney and Lacey seem steamy. I will say the guns are sexy. I only saw one gun in my purgatory of waiting, but even an ugly gun is sexy.

Everyone was really nice, sure, or at the very least businesslike. I think that’s because the whole thing is a business. Our bail bondsman was a young black guy with the voice of a grizzled old white guy. It was really cool to experience, and he was really nice. There was another bondsman there too, an older white guy who should have had the voice of the young black guy. So that I don’t have to type young black guy and older white guy anymore, I’m going to call them Slim (ybg) and Hoss (owg). If Slim’s voice was any indication of who should have appeared that night, he should have been tall, slim, Caucasian, and had skin tough as leather. He would have stark white hair and been more than three score years of age. He could even have worn a bandanna in a manner that said “all man” and not “trying too hard”. If Hoss’s voice had a little stronger twang to it and if he wore cowboy boots and hat maybe with one of those giant WWE belt buckles, he would have been 100% Texan. He was also a really nice guy. I think you have to be a nice guy to work in that business due to always coming to someone’s aid when the person you are helping may not exactly be the best of people. In the end though, who are the best of people? We all have those friends and family that seem to never be able to get things straight, and more often than not we somehow tolerate those actions, marginalizing the actions to some degree if not outright denying that the person could ever do such a thing. Maybe working in that business casts a little additional light onto what it is to be involved in the Human condition. Or maybe being really nice is how you get repeat business. Guess which one I’d like to believe in and which one I do.

Dear Mr. Upper Arm, Screw You. Love Joe

So for some reason I was under the impression that the more you exercise the better you felt. Isn’t that what skinny a$$holes have been telling me all my life? Well in case you didn’t know the answer is yes, they are a$$holes. OH! and they said those things too. They also said stuff like “you’ll lose weight” and “your sex drive will be better than ever”. Well I’ve got to let you know that I’ve GAINED weight and I remember what it was like being a 17 year old boy, and I ain’t there!

On top of all the lies, I hurt. Yeah as I’ve detailed in my now famous post Shins Are For The Weak, exercise hurts. But it was supposed to get better. I do BREATH a lot better I admit, BUT I WASN’T HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING!!! So as I write this you probably surmised that I’m naked, well fed, ignoring my wife’s advances, and sore from the knees down, but what you probably don’t know (and stop looking through my windows it you do) … (you bum-looker) is that I can’t raise my right arm over my chest! It just keeps getting better.

If there is a moral to my tale it is this: the people who extol the virtues of exercise are dirty liars! You know who don’t lie? People who say video games and beer is fun! Those guys rule! And I’d be one right now if I could raise the damned bottle up to my lips.

Well I’m off to bed. Maybe the wife will let me sleep.

How I Feel Way Too Often

I stumbled upon this while reading the recommended items in my Google Reader. Here’s a tangent for you, “Why does Google Reader think I’m an Atheist?” I think it is all the links my future-flaming-in-Hell-friends send me that makes Google think I’ve broken my bonds with the Creator. Or maybe Google likes to taunt. You know that’s a likely first step toward evil for Google. They know everything about you so they start to bully and tease. A little at first, then more and more, and pretty soon you’re sitting naked on the floor of your locked bathroom rocking yourself as you cry. SQUIRREL!!

Anyway …

I rarely finish projects for more reasons than I care to admit. I’ll admit to the easy stuff … I’m lazy and I get distracted easily. SQUIRREL! There is a whole OTHER side to finishing projects (or NOT in this case) and I think that side is presented nicely in the short animated commentary included below. Enjoy.



Shins Are For the Weak

Within the past few months I’ve made a seriously bad error in judgment; I started playing racquetball. And I love it. You know who doesn’t love racquetball? My shins.

My shins hate the game so much that they furiously complain, sometimes for days at a time, any time I’ve played. Yes and my shins seem to complain SO much that my ankles and feet throw in a little latter too. I think they get annoyed by how much the shins complain and misery LOVES company so they just go along for the ride. My knees occasionally complain but not too loudly or for too long. On rare occasion that asshole, my back, has to jump on board as well. Jerk.

I’m convinced that if my shins would STFU everyone else would too. Stupid shins. If they didn’t force my knees and ankles to work together to keep my fat arse several feet above the ground at all times I’d just be through with them all together.

Well some how we’ll have to come to some agreement cause I’m not quitting racquetball. Unfortunately I fear that agreement is that as long as I play, my shins will scream. Stupid shins.

Shins are for the weak.

The State of Debate

So I like this FoxNews show called RedEye. Why do I like this show? Because Greg Gutfeld reminds me of an older, more fit me. That and the guests and hosts usually have some interesting and or funny takes on the “news” of the day. Oh and also they play some of the best and strangest clips you can find on the web as well. I also have to mention they have some of the hottest ladies in news and entertainment as guests as well from S. E. Cupp to Reshma Shetti. Then there’s the occasional “out there” guest like  Interplanetary Correspondent Oderus Urungus.  While the show is one that primarily pokes fun at the media and politics (ANOTHER reason I like it), it is also a bit of an opinion show.

One segment from a recent show got me thinking. The segment was about an artile by Steven Crowder about Abstinence. Now I don’t care if anyone agrees or disagrees with Steven’s article. I’m interested in the debate that was sparked on the show. Please watch and then I’ll explain my thoughts.

So the majority of the debate is between Amy Schumer and Steven Crowder. To me, Amy seems personally offended by Steven’s piece and her way of expressing her objections to the piece is emotional. Moreover she seems she tries to attack the message but ends up going for Steven instead. Steven seems to try to remain less emotional, but I kind of get the vibe he doesn’t know how to react to the way Amy is expressing herself. He also seems to lash back at Amy but in a very passive-aggressive manner, trying to get the others to reel Amy in when his arguments seem to fail on her. I find Amy’s reaction interesting not because I disagree with her (because I don’t necessarily), but because I think it illustrates how we as Americans are; rather than debate issues we argue, we get emotional, and we attack the people on the “other side”.

Why do we do this? I think it is largely because of two things: 1) Americans feel entitled (surprise). We don’t think anyone anywhere can tell us how we can think, what we can do, or how we can act WHILE at the same time we feel like we can turn around and do EXACTLY that to others. That’s the number 1 thing that p!sses me off about our culture. Anyway, I digress from my topic. 2) I think modern journalism has taught countless numbers of media drones to make every reader emotionally tied to the “victim” of whatever the journalist writes about regardless if there is an actual victim or not. I believe that it is this approach to journalism and politics that has driven us as a culture to become more emotional and less logical.

I’d like to see a wee bit more logic in our discourse as a people. Why must we attack the person and not the message? Often we completely write off people who say things that we find difficult to hear. We are ready, even eager at times to assume the worst about those that think differently than us, and while I think much of that is natural, we have also been conditioned in very small ways to look for injustices that can often be more contrived than real. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing in and of itself, but when we do it so often that we lose sight of our logic, compassion, and values then it is an issue. I ask that we each consider for ourselves what is really important and examine things more logically before attacking or condemning others. If you don’t, you’re no better than Hitler, Mussolini, or John Meyer.

Brainnnnsssss ….

The brain is primarily fat.
The weight of average human brain: 1350g.
Calories per gram of fat 9.
The average human brain has around 12,150 calories.

So using this formula one can determine that zombies should all be really fat, either that or the average zombie has an INSANE metabolism.

Planet Earth Hates You

The planet Earth hates you. I don’t care how much you’d like to think otherwise, but the evidence is quite clear. From the moment you are born one “natural” thing or another tries to kill you, and so far, given enough time, the planet always wins. Always.

The evidence is all around. Storms continuously try to blow you off the face of the planet, flood you into it’s ocean basins, or occasionally obliterate you with white hot fire in the form of lightning. If the storms themselves can’t do it then the planet holds back the weather and dries you out, or the planet makes it way too hot, or the planet makes it way too cold. She’s a crafty bitch, and you are going to die. Assuming you aren’t killed by inclement weather she goes to Plan B, animals.

Animals are all around you every day. There are the obvious ones to kill you: big cats, wolves, sharks, snakes and spiders. The not so obvious ones jump out in front of your car in the middle of the night, they are the ones to which you are allergic and yet demand attention, and they are the ones that break your neck silently in the woods far away from help. (FYI I refer to owls. Statistically 2 people a year are killed calling owls. The owls fly down completely silent, and inevitably strike the head of the calling person breaking his or her neck. Another FYI, that’s ONE! more person a year, statistically, than is killed from wolves).  Animals are deadly but if they won’t get you “natural causes” will.

There is more biomass of critters that carry disease, bacteria, and viruses than anything else on the planet. I so totally did not just make that “fact” up either! This combination of deadlies is perhaps the pinnacle of Earth’s ways to kill you. Most people die from some “natural cause” and by natural they mean disease, bacteria, or viruses. The scientific community has simply recognized the planet’s supremacy because they know we can do nothing about the situation. Here some might say “yet”, but I’m pretty certain that the correct ending is simply a period. There are simply FAR too many ways for Earth to get you this way, and every time – EVERY TIME – we seem to get close to fixing just one of these killing methodologies, the planet Earth seems to find three more new ways to kill us. Look at the common cold. Modern science has yet to destroy this virus, but while we’ve manage to mitigate the threat of the common cold, we haven’t been able to beat it. Meantime the planet has come up with numerous other ways to take us out. Joy.

Now here some might interject some silly fallacy like, “The planet provides food and water for us” or “We are all a part of nature” or “The planet will be good to us if only we are good to the planet”. Hogwash! These leftist, pinko ideals are all precisely the reasons the planet hates us. What would you do to some insect that infested your skin, drank your blood, and craped all over you? Yeah that’s right, you’d kill it too. Luckily the leftist pinko hippies get it every bit as much as the rest of us.

I LOVE RUSSELL

OMG!!! I LOVE RUSSELL!!!

I refer of course to Russell from the current season of Survivor: Heroes vs. Villians. Russell is THE archtypical snake in the grass and everyone knows it. His allies know it. His foes know it. Babies are now born with the knowledge, Russell is a snake. And I LOVE him.

Tonight Russell was up against overwhelming odds. His alliance of three faced an alliance of six. Russell held the Hidden Immunity Idol and no one on the other alliance knew. They DID suspect that he had the idol however, which was wise as in his first appearance on Survivor, Russell found every hidden Immunity Idol without more than one clue. The man is SMART. He can also lie with the best of them.

Knowing that he and another contestant were the primary targets of the other alliance, Russell wanted to run a bait and switch on them. Russell expertly ran the scenarios and determined that the wisest thing for the other alliance to do was to split their votes 3-3 forcing the hidden immunity out and one of Russell’s alliance out. So Russell went to his target Tyson, and suggested that he was voting the other contestant Parvati. This allowed Tysonn to also vote Parvati (something he wanted to do anyway). Did I say Russell can lie? Well Tyson believed him.

When time for the vote came Russell appeared to play the Immunity Idol, but at the last minute he decided instead to give the idol to Parvati. Votes against Parvati did not count. The vote became Parvati 4 (immune), Russell – 2, and Tyson 3. Russell caused Tyson to cause Tyson’s own loss. BRILLIANT!

There isn’t much I like about Survivor in general, but if I were a lady … a lady into larger guys … I’d want to be the meat in a Rupert-Russell sandwich. Yumm.

Oklahoma

My least favorite terrain in these United States belongs in Oklahoma. Its flat. Incredibly flat. Oklahoma is the Milla Jovovich of states. FLAT. I contend that the entire state resides on a single hill of about three feet in height. Oklahoma City resides on the “pinnacle” of the hill and can be seen almost as soon as you enter the state and constantly looms on the horizon like some eternal taunt. Damn you founders of Oklahoma. After leaving Oklahoma City it’s image continues to loom within your rear view mirror as a constant reminder that you are in Oklahoma. Oklahoma City itself is quite nice from what I remember. I doubt I’ll ever return.

It’s very dry in Oklahoma too. Mostly because it is so flat. They have these dry riverbeds that act like expressways for rain. As soon as it rains all the rainwater collects in these riverbeds and rushes to Arkansas and Texas leaving Oklahoma just as dry as it was before it rained. If you like rivers and lakes stay away from Oklahoma – unless you are afraid water, then you might consider moving. I won’t.

The flora isn’t much to look at either. Until my trip to Oklahoma, I’d never seen tumble weeds before, and I’ve been to Mexico. Mexico is much nicer than Oklahoma. Mexico. At least I can drink the water in Oklahoma. If I could ever find any mind you. The occasional bent and twisted tree dots the landscape as well. Bent and twisted from the wind, those poor plants must image that there is indeed a God – one who hates them. That’s why they burst into flame so easily when lightning strikes them – they long for the sweet release of death. Sweet fiery death. The stronger willed trees will themselves to burst into flame. I don’t blame them.

I only know one Oklahoman. His name is John. He rocks socks. The only thing that annoys me about John is that he is occasionally morose. Then I think, “Of course he’s morose. He lives in Oklahoma. I’m surprised he doesn’t write emo poetry.” I would probably write emo poetry if I lived in Oklahoma, but I don’t. Thank God.

If you ever find yourself in Oklahoma, think about what I’ve said here. Do NOT despair. If you can detour to the north or south do so as it will reduce your total time in The Flatness. Otherwise try to fly, as that will get you out quicker – if you can avoid the raging tornadoes that strike the state every six or seven hours. In fact you might find yourself tempted to strap on a glider and just wait I guess. Regardless , good luck and God speed. Despite what it feels like, Oklahoma is not forever.