Sunday, April 24, 2005

evening

Idiot of the Day - Bill Frist

Who knew, there’s someone scarier than George W. Bush who could run for president.  The physician who doesn’t think condoms help prevent AIDS.  The physician who felt free to diagnose Terri Schiavo via a four year old video tape.  What a creepy creepy man.  I’m so sick of “Chrisitans” who think their “morals” are so superior.  I’ll bet you just like all of the other fundie hypocrites, it’ll soon come out that Frist has either cheated on his wife, beaten his kids, gambled, took drugs, had (gasp!) gay sex, had lobbyists pay for his vacations, embezzled, lied, etc.  You know, like Rush Limbaugh, GWB, Newt Gingrich, Jimmy Swaggart, Henry Hyde and other scummy hypocritical dirtbags.

Friday, April 22, 2005

early afternoon

The Old Neighborhood

My mom found this letter while she was packing up the house - it’s from one of the “kids” in the neighborhood.  He’s at least in his mid-forties now.  Anyway, it must’ve been a thank you note written for a wedding gift or something.  It’s nice to know that it wasn’t just the kids in our family who felt the this way about the ‘hood.  Okay, the line about how his life “would be nothing” was a bit overdramatic, but hey, he was 21.  Now he’s a Deputy DA ; although, come to think of it, the drama aspect is probably good for a lawyer.

Dear (insert my parents’ names here),

I would like to thank you for the beautiful gift, but much more than that I wish to thank you
for the gift of a beautiful childhood.  The memories of the times I have spent with you
people and the neighborhood are constantly cherished; especially to a 21 year old whose
responsibilities seem to grow greater each day.  I owe you people my love and respect for
without your support and friendship, my life would be nothing.

With sincerest thanks and love,

Scott

Thursday, April 21, 2005

evening

Envy Me!

Tomorrow morning I get to take my car in for some work.  I need a smog check for renewing my registration (it’s a bit much, every single year - yeah, I’m gonna rig up my super spiffy Aztek without a muffler or something), an oil change, the air conditioning died yesterday, the brakes squeal and I think I’m leaking brake fluid.  I haven’t even neglected the car...or driven it much.  It’s a 2001, has 28k miles on it, but had 3k miles on it when I bought it, plus Leigh-Ann’s dad put a bunch of miles on it when he was here and drove to California.  So, since May 2001, I’ve put maybe 23,000 miles on it.  Surely it shouldn’t be falling apart.  Luckily, for anything serious, I do have an extended warranty.  It’s funny, last time when I needed, um, I forget, something major done to the car, they told me the warranty company went out of business and I probably wasn’t covered.  Fortunately, they went into their computer and discovered that the dealership is covering the warranty.  I cannot begin to tell you how mad I would’ve been had they not covered it.  Normally, I don’t buy an extended warranty for anything because it usually isn’t worth it.  But, I know nothing about cars, don’t know any mechanics and felt this time it would be a good idea.  Wouldn’t it have been ironic if I’d spent big money on something that was useless?  Ha.  Ha ha.  Well, anyway, wish me luck.  I think even the small stuff is going to be pricey and I’m going to be resentful.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

late evening

Killer Squirrels From, Uh, The Roof

I did a search here and I didn’t tell my squirrel story, so here it is, copied from a message board:  My scariest story was when I was staying at my parents’ house in CA when they were in Vegas and I heard scurrying footsteps on the roof, above the second story. The second story is an add-on, so it doesn’t go the full length of the house, it’s just over the garage. I went to the kitchen, got a huge knife and was going to walk up the stairs...then it struck me, that’s what people do in scary movies and you’re always thinking, “What a moron, get out of there!” So, instead, I took the big knife, got my car keys and left...barefoot.  I found out later that it was squirrels running on the roof. Oops. I’m a sissy.

And see, now that you know what the house looks like, you can picture squirrels running along the roof, terrifying me.

evening

Graphics For Beginners

Okay, so I’m not perfect.  I stitched together three pictures my dad took of the ol’ homestead, but shockingly they don’t match up exactly.  Actually, it doesn’t look too terribly awful, except for the extra roof piece upstairs.  Just pretend the killer squirrels (have I written about them yet?) chewed a piece off and moved it.  By the way, you should know, the picture is huge.  I inserted it as a popup so you could see the whole picture.  We’ll see how that goes.  If it doesn’t, I’ll fix it later.

Okay, it’s later and I’m fixing it.  I don’t like the popup.  Also, I noticed in the picture, it looks like the house bends in the middle.  I think we can safely assume that even though it’s in earthquake territory, it isn’t bent in the middle.  Although, that’s almost where my bedroom was during the 1971 Sylmar earthquake.  The one where for some dumb reason I thought my dad was shaking the house.  Yeah, sure, everyone’s dad is big and strong when they’re six or seven, but shaking the house is a bit much.  Also, why would he do that?  Anyway, here’s the picture, resized for your convenience.