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Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Stories

So my sister and I flew back to Sangerlandia, home of the nacos. She brought with her some episodes of this show called Wonderfalls, which is about this souvenier store clerk who begins to hear random inanimate objects speak and direct her to do things, many of which she does not want to do. The show is nuts, this girl is crazy, but somehow, each one of these directions lead up to an eventual outcome that you would not expect. You have to check this show out, it is absolutely insane, random and brilliant, unlike anything I have seen before.

Home was good, it was more about reconnecting then anything, with family. The break was needed, as was the sleep which I caught up on. Buddy and Kidito were as happy as pigs in mud with all the attention they got. That is what I love about animals so much, the fact that they can comprehend and extract the most basic emotions that exist in a situation. They are very intelligent, but more importantly, very loving. All they want is a little attention, love and food, and they will provide you with the same... Well aside from food, Buddy does not share his hamburgers with me, nor would I want him to. Kidito is a prima donna, but he also loves his attention, he is a country cat, a little more rough around the edges.

As for more important things, I have been seeing this really awesome girl in LA who have known for a little while, but I am still getting to know her. She is really interesting and funny, alive in a way that just very energetic, but not in the caffeine sort of way. We went to a couple of concerts last week and had an awesome time. I am a bit shy, but she really got me out of my shell. She is an interesting person to talk to, has a lot of interesting stories and insights on life that I can picture but yet, didn't take the time to see necessarily in every day life. She is gorgeous in many ways. I like hanging out with her, I think something might develop, but hopefully things will go slowly. As they say, patience can be a virtue.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

the Republican Convention

I give GOPers this, they are disciplined in their approach at all times, they are rigid to the point of stubbornness, but it works for them usually. Fitting the preverbial square peg into the round hole has been the key to the organization of this Convention, as we have seen in the case of disparate ideologies such as Rudy Guiliani and Zell Miller.

However, watching Zell Miller last night, you have to give him credit, he knows how to beat a point to death. His speech was filled with vitrole, vile anger towards what he deems a eastern-liberal conspiracy to steal his party and move it to the left. From the man I knew as perhaps the biggest fan of Bill Clinton to a man who's ideology would make Bob Barr blush, I thought he was almost too angry. His speech, while effective in galvinizing the conservative base, might have driven away a moderate to conservative undecided body that is seeking levity at this point in the race. His speechs and demeanor remind me of the ol' demogogues that I remember seeing in history videos like George Wallace or Huey Long, fiery, but not quite playing with a full deck of cards. The guy flipped, reminiscent of Strom in '48, angered by the party that has strayed from their ideology.

Following his speech, Sen. Miller appeared on an episode of Hardball, and as Chris Matthews proceeded to question the factual nature of Zell's argument with many soundbites and news quotes from the past 7 or so years that showed a Senator, not only praising of John Kerry, but also an ideological brother. It was very bizarre. Zell at one point told Matthews in no uncertain terms to shut up and wished he could challenge Matthews to an ol' fashioned pistol duel. He has lost his touch on reality.

In the beginning...

there was Jesus and nothing else, and praise the lord, we have found our ammunition. Just kidding, so I am starting this Blog, I think I am done with Xanga and all that crap from now on. I couldn't really come up with a good name for a blog, I saw this on a tshirt one time, it was kiind of funny and since I do immigration work in my job, i thought it a bit appropriate. But hey, sluts can only do so much. Bouyacasha!