Dad is at school and Mom is at work. Things didn't quite fall into place for me this semester. I promise you next semester will be different but right now I have the house to myself. Kinda scary.
Was up early this morning. On my way to the kitchen one of the cats brought me a present. A dead newt. While I appreciate the thought it would be nice if they ate what they killed.
I am considering doing posts a little less regularly. Like when I feel like it. Which means these posts will happen when I need some extra happy.
Since the audience is so small and my giveadamn broke, the normal rules of this blog are gone. I will limit it to three videos only because I know my own attention span.
Lets get on with the shoe
This is how it is supposed to be done. It is a shame that we don't make great music like this anymore. The bigger disgrace is we do not cultivate great bands like this because certain people do not see a profit in it. Bloody Shameful Disgrace!
One more and it is a short one I promise. If there is ever a fourth video it is a bonus for those who didn't find their smile in the first three.
Kisses
Dan
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Watering The Seeds Of Dissention
Speaking of watering, a majority of my plants are dead. This heat is abominable. I will take it though. As many of you I am sure would agree, I will tolerate a few weeks of heat to avoid months of snow.
On 7/31 Jesse, Scott, Jerry, and I went with the ICOFWA to Shreveport for some gambling and to raise money for charities within our community. Getting up early on a saturday will never be my idea of fun. Once the bus started moving I saw an old friend I haven't seen in a few years. Normally I would try and protect this persons anonymity but nobody reads this and I don't feel like playing the pronoun game.
Billie Jean was there with a very masculine looking woman. This is the same lady that used to show up at karaoke every week and tell me what a waste I was because I was so sexy. I could make some woman, namely her, very happy. I was a little confused until I remembered the old psychological saying about homophobia. Those who show their homophobia are themselves struggling with their sexuality. Her wife is also named Jesse. Coincidence or creepy, you decide. They are getting married in September and she seems to be getting her poop in neat little piles.
Here is the thing about gambling, it's not a team sport. You can't team up on slot machines. It is also rare to find enough empty machines close together that we can play at that we like. So I usually break from the group and go my own way. I asked Jesse to text me when they were ready to eat and I would meet them at the buffet line. After thirty minutes of playing you get a free buffet. I looked at my watch and had been playing for almost an hour. I sent Jesse a text asking when they wanted to eat. Was told they were eating. I was pissed! If looks could kill I would be in jail right now. Jesse and I then had an argument about the legitimacy of my anger. We don't see each other much with our schedules. Lunch with my sweetie isn't too much to ask. Also I hate being told my feelings are not justified.
Back on the bus Jerry was complaining about how these two lesbians were all over each other. He was pointing at Billie Jean. Now, I walked the casino several times and never saw them. I must have seen them but what they were doing didn't bother me. I am not a fan of PDA but there is that puppy love kind of stuff that is cute. When it crosses the line to sucking face you have gone too far. Jerry is old and easily offended by everything. Kissing in the McDonald's in a truck stop middle of nowhere at 10 pm, is unlikely to bother many. He was bitchin about kids and families. If you have a child out that late to eat, you get what you deserve.
I feel lots better.
On with the videos. Let's get to the really big shoe.
And the highnote of the week:
Kisses
Dan
On 7/31 Jesse, Scott, Jerry, and I went with the ICOFWA to Shreveport for some gambling and to raise money for charities within our community. Getting up early on a saturday will never be my idea of fun. Once the bus started moving I saw an old friend I haven't seen in a few years. Normally I would try and protect this persons anonymity but nobody reads this and I don't feel like playing the pronoun game.
Billie Jean was there with a very masculine looking woman. This is the same lady that used to show up at karaoke every week and tell me what a waste I was because I was so sexy. I could make some woman, namely her, very happy. I was a little confused until I remembered the old psychological saying about homophobia. Those who show their homophobia are themselves struggling with their sexuality. Her wife is also named Jesse. Coincidence or creepy, you decide. They are getting married in September and she seems to be getting her poop in neat little piles.
Here is the thing about gambling, it's not a team sport. You can't team up on slot machines. It is also rare to find enough empty machines close together that we can play at that we like. So I usually break from the group and go my own way. I asked Jesse to text me when they were ready to eat and I would meet them at the buffet line. After thirty minutes of playing you get a free buffet. I looked at my watch and had been playing for almost an hour. I sent Jesse a text asking when they wanted to eat. Was told they were eating. I was pissed! If looks could kill I would be in jail right now. Jesse and I then had an argument about the legitimacy of my anger. We don't see each other much with our schedules. Lunch with my sweetie isn't too much to ask. Also I hate being told my feelings are not justified.
Back on the bus Jerry was complaining about how these two lesbians were all over each other. He was pointing at Billie Jean. Now, I walked the casino several times and never saw them. I must have seen them but what they were doing didn't bother me. I am not a fan of PDA but there is that puppy love kind of stuff that is cute. When it crosses the line to sucking face you have gone too far. Jerry is old and easily offended by everything. Kissing in the McDonald's in a truck stop middle of nowhere at 10 pm, is unlikely to bother many. He was bitchin about kids and families. If you have a child out that late to eat, you get what you deserve.
I feel lots better.
On with the videos. Let's get to the really big shoe.
And the highnote of the week:
Kisses
Dan
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
