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Declare independence! Don't let them do that to you!!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The Stuff Kicks In
Monday, October 30, 2006
Zzzzzz
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Free From Captivity
"If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside on the street, or in the garden or in the park, or in the backyard without a cover, and the cats come and eat it ... whose fault is it, the cats or the uncovered meat?"
Now, apply that metaphor to brutal gang rapes and your apparently on Sheik Taj Din al-Hilali's crazy page. Insensitive women-hating jerks, will there never be a shortage of you?
Monday, October 23, 2006
Full Throttle
A new Newsweek poll suggests that more than half the nation would like to see George Walker Bush impeached. But the bright side for the darkside is that he's risen 2 points in his approval rating since it was last polled two weeks ago. Yeah, from an all time low of 33 percent to a whopping sky's the limit 35. Attaboy Mr. Presidon't. For all of you keeping track, right when the House of Reps approved impeachment articles for Clinton his approval rating was at 73%! No, really! I mean, I know it sounds like a joke.... and well it kind of is. A joke on us.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Rhathymia
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The Pistic Visitation
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
With Each Beam, The Same Old Dream
Monday, October 16, 2006
Life's Exhausting Journey
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Jaws of the Neqa'el
Saturday, October 14, 2006
What The Sun Said
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Whistling To Morphine
Monday, October 09, 2006
The Gift of Leather
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Sic Transit Gloria
Friday, October 06, 2006
Silverware Steam
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Unnecessary Exposition
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Eighty Eight Miles Per Hour
Hard To Start, Hard To Stop
Sunday, October 01, 2006
'You Gotta Believe'
Y'know, it's not often that I go to a baseball game. Or any professional sports to-do. Thats really because, while I enjoy the experience of a live sporting event, I'd rather spend that money on a movie ticket, or in a dimly lit den, or on rent! That having been said, when I do go out to a game, I like to get into it. Really into it. I nod enthusiastically as fans on line spout off the stats of players I've never heard of before, and will never in my life remember once I've left the stadium. The exhilaration of being surrounded by thousands of insane people is its own reward. No additives necessary. Now lately, the baseball team that I go see is the hard-luck Pittsburgh Pirates. When I was a kid, I went to go see the hard-luck Mets. As an adult I've become accustomed to rooting for the losing team because of all my youthful training. "Maybe next time" became my battle cry before the game had even started. I was just happy to be outside. When you don't care, it's kind of fun to pretend you do, and since I've been in Pittsburgh Ive seen about half a dozen Pirates games, each one a thrilling defeat. I cheer, they lose. It's a tidy situation. Each loss jazzing me up for next years they just-might-make it-probably-not, scenario. So this year, when i heard that not only were my Mets number one by a long shot, but they were coming over to Pittsburgh to beat up on these midwest scrubs (the Pirates were in penultimate place), I elated. Finally, I thought, if the conditions were ever set in stone for a Mets victory this was it. HUZZAH! Hurrah! Surely my time had finally come where the team I was rooting for would actually win.
Just guess what fucking happened. JUST GUESS! The gutter-ball Pirates swept them! One! Two! Three! And there I was, wearing team colors, feeling as if it were the early 90's all over again. Feeling as if maybe it was my involvement that set the jinx. And I wasn't the only one, although i tried to photograph it, it was impossible to capture the feeling of dejection in the crowd. Almost half of the people in attendance were Mets fans, and by the end of the game, you could see the blue and orange donning frowns floating out of the stadium, back to their misery holes known as Mets fandom. But these werent the frowns one wears when your champs lose. Oh no. This was the face of weathered disappointment. The grim faces of those who know better than to expect the best from their team, even if that team is number one. The faces of true New York Mets fans. My people. My poor, sucker kin. Viva la disappointment!
Just guess what fucking happened. JUST GUESS! The gutter-ball Pirates swept them! One! Two! Three! And there I was, wearing team colors, feeling as if it were the early 90's all over again. Feeling as if maybe it was my involvement that set the jinx. And I wasn't the only one, although i tried to photograph it, it was impossible to capture the feeling of dejection in the crowd. Almost half of the people in attendance were Mets fans, and by the end of the game, you could see the blue and orange donning frowns floating out of the stadium, back to their misery holes known as Mets fandom. But these werent the frowns one wears when your champs lose. Oh no. This was the face of weathered disappointment. The grim faces of those who know better than to expect the best from their team, even if that team is number one. The faces of true New York Mets fans. My people. My poor, sucker kin. Viva la disappointment!