First Falwell, maybe Bush next?

Well, it has finally happened. Jerry Falwell has finally died. Jerry Falwell, to refresh your memory, is the person who accused gays, lesbians, even People for the American Way, for being responsible for the Sept.11 attacks. He said that God was punishing America. While he later apologized for these statements, I don't think he meant it. That man has mongered more hate than any other individual I can think of, save Hitler and W. Bush. Maybe it is insensitive of me, and maybe I will rot in a hell for what I am about to say, but I think it is damn time that Falwell can no longer poison people's ways of thinking. I don't care if people believe what I believe or not. But I do care when someone spews hate for no reason than to further their own personal agenda.

Good Night, Jerry. May your God have mercy on your soul.

BEST. SHOW. EVAH!

On the boats where I work, we have Satelite TV. Ha. But wait. There's more! On said Sattelite TV, yesterday were reruns of AMERICAN GLADIATORS!!!!

Man that was great. I almost forgot to work, I was having so much nostalgic 90's fun! That show is soooo bad that is has completely orbited around the earth, appearing from the opposite direction as awesome!

Hehe.

Too damn hot..

It is fucking hot these last couple days. and we have no A/C. This is bad, but as we have no D/C, either, I cannot be cool or rock out.

Strangest dream...

You won't believe this dream I had last night. It had ME shaking my head. And of everyone I know, I am the most well-versed in my particular brand of insanity.

I dreamt I was buying a motorcycle. I was taking it for a test ride, but I was riding up twisty mountain roads, like up in Woodland Hills, or something. Get back to my house (which is completely different from any real houses I have been in, past or present, as well as not resembling any of my recurring 'dream houses'), and I find that I am no longer riding a motorcycle, but driving a 1950's British Limosine. A whole grip of Football Jocks get out, and proceed to cause a problem while I try to hose out the car. I get into a shouting match with one of the jocks while I am removing my nozzle from the hose, and flattening it out (like a fire hose). He then takes the hose, which mysteriously has a nozzle on it agan and is hooked up to the spigot, and hose me down as I walk away. I remember the water being lukewarm. I walk up the building which is now a classroom on a school campus, and let myself in. My highschool band teacher is there, along with a grip of adults I know, watching a movie in the dark. They snicker as I walk in sopping wet and sit down....

And then I woke up. Fully refreshed and wide awake. for like the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like lazing in bed. I was energized today. I even went to they gym with my neighbor to go swimming. I might even get a low-income membership there. That pool is bomb.

Aside from the restful properties that madness obviously brings, I can tell where some of the dreams elements came from.

The purchase of a motorcycle: I was at a cycle shop yesterday getting new brakes on the Scoot, and was looking at some larger some larger scooters.

Removing the nozzle and flattening the hose: At work, I have to wash the boats down, and we all own our own nozzles, so we remove them after we are done. The flattening part is from when we use the fire hoses on the boat, we have to flatten them and remove the water and air from the hose before rolling it back up.


The various people I knew in the classroom were all people I knew or know. I don't get any of the rest, such as the Magical Mystery bike-that-was-a-limo. Weird.

Any ideas? Would love to hear more.

Happy Belly..

I don't mean to brag (yes I do), but I made some pretty awesome Stuffed Bell Peppers tonight, if I do say so myself. And it was about 80% my own recipe. I just looked at another recipe for approximate cooking times, and fun stuff like that. It came out better than I had hoped. Nine liked it too, which makes me happy.

All I have to do now is clean up the kitchen tomorrow morning when I get up, before I head to Orange County to fix my scooter. Oh boy!

I will have to make that one again sometime soon.

Yep.