November 2007 Archives
The holidays are such a crazy time of the year. It seems like Christmas (etc.) tends to either make people a little nicer or a little bit bitchier. I'd like to think I stay middle of the road. But over the past few days, I've seen some sad things.
Over Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's, my cousin's friend and her father showed up while we were eating. It was explained to me that his wife just left him and told him she wanted a divorce over the phone, and packed up her stuff and left them all. She was going to actually do this on his birthday, but I guess she got impatient. So they were really happy about life.
It was sad, really. He was very quiet, seemed embarrassed. His daughter seemed to do all the talking. The highlight of the conversation went like this: "Yah, we have a list of places to go today. Everyone's been inviting us over because they feel sorry for us." The room went rather quiet after that.
And tonite, I stopped at Subway to grab something to eat. The radio was playing Christmas music, and the two high school-aged boys who were there looked less than enthralled to be working. So the one guy was making my sandwhich and he's all "do they make you listen to this where you work?" And I said, "Only if I put it on." And I continued, "I take it you don't really like the Christmas music." And he says, "It's driving me crazy. I hate it."
And yet -- I've found myself listening to Christmas music almost all day today. I think it must be the cold weather. It's 45 out right now. Gotta love that.
Over Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's, my cousin's friend and her father showed up while we were eating. It was explained to me that his wife just left him and told him she wanted a divorce over the phone, and packed up her stuff and left them all. She was going to actually do this on his birthday, but I guess she got impatient. So they were really happy about life.
It was sad, really. He was very quiet, seemed embarrassed. His daughter seemed to do all the talking. The highlight of the conversation went like this: "Yah, we have a list of places to go today. Everyone's been inviting us over because they feel sorry for us." The room went rather quiet after that.
And tonite, I stopped at Subway to grab something to eat. The radio was playing Christmas music, and the two high school-aged boys who were there looked less than enthralled to be working. So the one guy was making my sandwhich and he's all "do they make you listen to this where you work?" And I said, "Only if I put it on." And I continued, "I take it you don't really like the Christmas music." And he says, "It's driving me crazy. I hate it."
And yet -- I've found myself listening to Christmas music almost all day today. I think it must be the cold weather. It's 45 out right now. Gotta love that.
Over the past few days I've been trying to watch what I eat because I had a really bad weekend that basically consisted of a pan of homemade cheese rolls (like cinnamon rolls, but with a cheddar cheese filling). My bowels regretted that in a most serious way.
But over the past few days I've made a conscious effort to limit my fat and calorie intake. If I can keep my fat intake under 30gm of fat and my calorie intake under 2,000 (and go to the gym on top of that), I should be ok, right? RIGHT!?
Well, until I went to Chili's today and ordered the Honey Chipotle Crispers with Chipotle Sauce, assload of fries, and a butter-soaked corn on the cob. Right after I ordered it, David informed that this particular dish made the list of "Top 10 Worst Foods In a Chain Restaurant" poll. Why? Here's why:
So I ate a few fries and 5 of the 6 chicken pieces. (And, of course, they were d'lish.) But now I can feel my insides sliding around on the industrial lube that my body has now absorbed and likely integrated into my base DNA.
Looks like no dinner (or breakfast tomorrow) for me. A little less binge, a little more purge.
But over the past few days I've made a conscious effort to limit my fat and calorie intake. If I can keep my fat intake under 30gm of fat and my calorie intake under 2,000 (and go to the gym on top of that), I should be ok, right? RIGHT!?
Well, until I went to Chili's today and ordered the Honey Chipotle Crispers with Chipotle Sauce, assload of fries, and a butter-soaked corn on the cob. Right after I ordered it, David informed that this particular dish made the list of "Top 10 Worst Foods In a Chain Restaurant" poll. Why? Here's why:
- 2,040 calories
- 99 grams of fat
- 240 carbs
So I ate a few fries and 5 of the 6 chicken pieces. (And, of course, they were d'lish.) But now I can feel my insides sliding around on the industrial lube that my body has now absorbed and likely integrated into my base DNA.
Looks like no dinner (or breakfast tomorrow) for me. A little less binge, a little more purge.
Upon returning from the gym, you continue listening to the playlist you made of Shirley Bassey, Petula Clark, Tammy Wynette, Lesley Gore, Gloria Gaynor and the like.
I showered this evening so I could go to bed clean and lovely. I got out and heard the music from the parking lot behind my house. Well, not really music -- just bass. It gets a little irritating, but it eventually stops.
Well tonite the music continued.
And is still continuing.
Except -- it's not coming from the parking lot. It's coming from next door. Next door as in, the other half of my house.
I had been wondering as of late if someone bought the property because they took the "Available" sign down -- but no one ever moved in. Then I saw blinds put up in the windows -- but no furniture, and all the lights were on.
Well tonite -- I walked out and sure enough -- there are two cars outside -- one in the driveway, the other in the road. Perhaps I will have the joy of meeting the Jones' tomorrow. I supposed banging on the wall would be a bad first step in being a good neighbor.
At least we don't share a washer/dryer.
Well tonite the music continued.
And is still continuing.
Except -- it's not coming from the parking lot. It's coming from next door. Next door as in, the other half of my house.
I had been wondering as of late if someone bought the property because they took the "Available" sign down -- but no one ever moved in. Then I saw blinds put up in the windows -- but no furniture, and all the lights were on.
Well tonite -- I walked out and sure enough -- there are two cars outside -- one in the driveway, the other in the road. Perhaps I will have the joy of meeting the Jones' tomorrow. I supposed banging on the wall would be a bad first step in being a good neighbor.
At least we don't share a washer/dryer.
Over the past six months, the media has been littered with various racist no-no's. Just today, there are TWO on the frontpage of CNN -- that stupid bounty hunter Dog guy thing and his stream of "n-words" and this hanging of nooses in various locations. The Jena 6 thing, the nappy headed hoes ... all of it.
Honestly, people -- I'm sick to death of it. I read yesterday that the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) said that the key to defeating racism was through education.
Shut the fuck up.
The key to defeating racism is for people to stop being assholes about it. Perhaps if we didn't HAVE an EEOC people wouldn't feel obliged to think about having to hire someone simply because their black or yellow or whatever. Whatever happened to hiring people because they were the best candidate for the job?
Stop babying people. We're all constitutionally equal -- oh, except fags -- they're less than everyone else. If you want to be treated equal -- be equal. If you want to be equal, quit crying because Bobby-Jo called you a stupid name on the playground. You aren't the only one to have shitty things said/done to them. Quit falling back on your "heritage of slavery" and what not. You aren't the only ones who were/are oppressed.
Yes, I agree the nooses were offenced/death-threatish. Uncalled for, period. But rather than treating it as a racism crime, treat it like the victims are equal and not some segregated group. Treat the crime as a death threat and proceed accordingly.
Equal. It's an adjective, not just a sugar substitute. If racism is to be eradicated via education, perhaps you should start with understanding the meaning of the word. And I mean that for everyone (again, except fags, because we aren't constitutionally equal, fashionably supreme, perhaps, but not constitutionally equal).
Equal. Be it.
Honestly, people -- I'm sick to death of it. I read yesterday that the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) said that the key to defeating racism was through education.
Shut the fuck up.
The key to defeating racism is for people to stop being assholes about it. Perhaps if we didn't HAVE an EEOC people wouldn't feel obliged to think about having to hire someone simply because their black or yellow or whatever. Whatever happened to hiring people because they were the best candidate for the job?
Stop babying people. We're all constitutionally equal -- oh, except fags -- they're less than everyone else. If you want to be treated equal -- be equal. If you want to be equal, quit crying because Bobby-Jo called you a stupid name on the playground. You aren't the only one to have shitty things said/done to them. Quit falling back on your "heritage of slavery" and what not. You aren't the only ones who were/are oppressed.
Yes, I agree the nooses were offenced/death-threatish. Uncalled for, period. But rather than treating it as a racism crime, treat it like the victims are equal and not some segregated group. Treat the crime as a death threat and proceed accordingly.
Equal. It's an adjective, not just a sugar substitute. If racism is to be eradicated via education, perhaps you should start with understanding the meaning of the word. And I mean that for everyone (again, except fags, because we aren't constitutionally equal, fashionably supreme, perhaps, but not constitutionally equal).
Equal. Be it.
