No matter how low my mood gets,

I can still find a way to laugh.





Or drool:



His abs are almost painful to look at. Can you believe the man is 42? And married? And has been since '91? Damn the luck.


You think my science prof would accept a "SRK IS HOT" for all my answers tomorrow? Or perhaps a "why is the rum gone?"

I never hated science until college. So this semester it's a friggin HONORS class. Stupid, right, if I hate it? I figured the class would be smaller and I'd get more one-on-one time with the teacher if I needed it. Well, that's kinda true. The professor is so much nicer and easier to approach than the one I had this spring! But the Honors course? A section of the class. 15-16 of us, I forget. Our big Honors assignment, what makes this Honors? A 5 page paper due in November. It needs to be you know, decent, but the main thing is writing it. At least I get to write about Iceland, which is always good.

Other classes? I love English. We've got a journal assignment due every day (we meet 3 times a week) and so far I'm doing great, I got a smiley face and a lol on my last one. When my brain feels bashed and tossed around by igneous rocks, I can just pull those out and feel better.

Or watch this:

A brilliant statement from the local news

Okay, today I saw three news vehicles on campus around 1:45 by the Panhellenic Building.

I don't know about anything important going on there today, and when I checked the three channels' websites, there was nothing there.

So after Jeopardy, I decided to keep it on channel 3 (CBS) to see why they're on my campus. (The last time was when Taylor Bradford was shot. So I'm leery. Plus, local news is incredibly stupid.

Watching the last 30 minutes has only increased my disdain.

First, I saw a teaser for high heels for babies. Babies who crawl!

Did you know we have a pumpkin shortage? Apparently, the bees who were supposed to pollinate the pumpkins were scared off by the thunder.

Another pumpkin story followed, about a pumpkin carving contest in Washington. The anchoridiot said this: "It looks like a scene from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, only the victims are pumpkins and it's not in Texas."

No.

Really.

And I still don't know why they were on my campus!


ETA: One of the teasers just now said we didn't know how distracting texting and driving was. After the bit about David Blaine, so they segued from his dangerous stunt to the danger of texting and driving. Do they get paid to state the obvious?

Oh. There's a study out about the dangers of texting and driving. Apparently it's a bad idea. Who knew?

Is this why they were on campus? To talk to young drivers? If that's the case, I don't think three would be out here.

The Virgin Suicides

I don't remember where I saw the title recently, or why I decided to read it for the first time.

It is a fantastic book, and the movie is equally amazing.

I can't say why it's good, I wish it sucked, so I could rant about that.

Despite their awesomeness, I don't think I'll be reading or watching it more than once a year or so. It definitely changes your mood, and when you're on edge and having some mood swings, well, I wasn't suicidal, but it didn't make me feel chipper.

I do have one minor quibble with the movie, and maybe this will spoil it, but I don't think so.

When the boys come over to the house to see the girls, in the book, Lux is sitting in a beanbag chair, all folded into herself and low to the ground. And all they could see was the lit end of her cigarette. Also, they went into the house. In the movie, she was smoking, but sitting on the couch, not facing them. She opened the door and let them in.

The visual of her in the beanbag is so striking, I wish it had been in the movie.

Other than that, it rocks.

I also watched Bollywood/Hollywood this weekend, and it was pretty decent. I liked 2 of the songs enough to download them, and the rest were good.

However, I watched the "Described Version" of the movie. (I checked out both movies from the library. I could only have them for 3 days and they cost $2 each. But I didn't have to sign up for anything new.)

There was braille on the top of the cover, over the name of the movie. I thought, "Cool, they're helping the blind." And the repetition of "described version" seemed weird. Don't all DVD cases describe the movie?

Also, it was a Canadian film, so I knew it would be weird.

The "described version" of a film is the version for the blind. There is a narrator, describing every action. "He dies," the voice says, as the man dies. For the whole movie. They described the dance moves. Very surreal. And read the credits, but not all, as it said on the back of the case.

I almost didn't watch it, but it wasn't as intrusive or weird as large print is to me. Plus, I didn't want to buy the movie, I just wanted to watch it.

Definitely a surreal experience.

An amazing cover of a Bollywood song.

Falak Tak is a song from the movie Tashan. Tashan gave us Dil Dance Marre, a good, fast, addictive song. That's the one I came across first, before deciding to look up the rest of Tashan's soundtrack.

I heard the cover before I heard the original.

The cover continues to blow me away, so here it is - Falak Tak, as sung by Shromona Mukherjee:



In the info on the page, she says it doesn't sound right without a male voice. I disagree. It sounds fine - the clarity and beauty of her voice amaze me every time I hear it, and I only wish I could download it and play it alongside the original.

I am in love with this dress.

I just checked out the book Best Dressed, which has pictures and descriptions of some the exhibits from the show Best Dressed: 250 Years of Style, which was at the Philadelphia Museum of Art in 1998.

This one is from the "Egyptomania" page in the book. It was made in 1923.

A few of the other dresses don't look incredibly old and dated as well, but this one. Wow. I'd wear that if I could. Everything is perfect about it - the loose sleeves, the colors, the shape.

I spent most of the summer looking for a decent informal summer type dress. I found two okay ones, but this is it. Even with sleeves.

BEARS!

When I first saw this picture, it was being used as the wallpaper on the computer, centered on a black background. I thought it was a professional picture.

My sister took this in New Mexico in early April (I wasn't missing school) and I love it. No, I don't know who those two kids are.

Yeah. See, beck asked me if I'd mentioned this here, since I love it so much, and well, I didn't have a good excuse not to. So here it is.

Stupid commercials

The summer heat is making me slow and stupid. I could not, for the life of me, figure out why there commercials asking me to elect Steve Cohen.

He just won, says my brain.

This week, it finally hit me. He's in the House. He has to be elected every 2 years, and hey, this is connected to that there presidential race they keep going on about on the Daily Show!

Yeah, I'm an Honors student. In college. I must be passing because I'm a liberal, there's no other explanation.

Anyways, like all representatives, Cohen has an opponent - Nikki Tinker. She's had two commercials attacking his voting record. One asked why didn't he vote to change a park name and used KKK footage. It's the south.

But the second, god, the second. I actually shouted at the TV, "YOU'RE A DEMOCRAT! ACT LIKE ONE!"

Apparently, Steve Cohen voted against something that would allow prayer in school. And this is a bad thing because we're in the south. Nevermind that you can pray in school all damn day, you just can't make others do so.

But the icing on the cake was the prayer recited throughout the commercial. It's the "Now I lay me down to sleep" one. I thought the kid was going to die because of the vote.

There was an ad for a Republican running up north and until I googled her, I wasn't sure what party she belonged to - pro-gun, pro-family, pro-life. Well, it's the South.

Today's Sally Forth...

I hope I'm not hallucinating. It is 2 something in the morning.

But damn!

This rules:



However, we all have our own bowling alleys now, thanks to the Wii.

Without the league nights.

Oh man oh man oh man

My Cage mentioned Arrested Development!

The Colbert Report and Daily Show have showed up before, which is okay, but those are very popular shows.

AD? Not so much!

My Cage is cool for another reason and that is the platypus star. I've had a stuffed platypus since I was like 2. Puffy went to the hospital with me, and Puffy went to college as well.

Today's Curtis is funny.

In the funny because it's true.

I'm glad I read it at it one something in the morning. 12 hours from now, and, well, I wouldn't be posting.

I use the heat as an excuse all the time for why I said or did something so stupid. Plus, I think it's why school is so terrifying - we think of the next year with our heat addled brains.

It is too hot for most things, but I've been walking the dogs more often, even when the sun is out. Sure, it's hot. Sure, the shower dries me off. But I control the exposure. I get something from it. I'm doing something. That's better than sitting in traffic any day.

Sadly, it is not too hot for my sister and I to argue.

I'm in love with contradictions.

Recently, I discovered Spongebob Squarepants. I love it, I think it's funnier than some other shows I've suffered through.

That being said, I will watch Hannah Montana if nothing else is on. However, there is no justification that can be made besides "it makes me laugh sometimes". However, they mix up their stereotypes. They're from Tennessee, and yet Jackson went to school on his first day in Malibu in a cowboy outfit. There are rodeos here, but still. Now, a hunting outfit is a Tennessee stereotype.

The contradictions of my brain became apparent yesterday as I watched Phil of the Future (hilarious and good), followed by an hour of Spongebob.

While reading the graphic adaptation of Howard Zinn's A People's History of American Empire.

Seriously.


Of course, this is not the first time that the contradictions of my personality have shown themselves in such obvious ways.

Right after I got my eyebrow pierced, I went next door and bought a bunch of Archie comics.

Early this spring, I finished a paper and then went outside and blew bubbles. Before going to see an amazing speaker on race.

After my graduation ceremony, I bought a bunch of MAD magazines at an antique store. While dressed up. At the party later on, we had a piñata.

Eek, Recess is on! Ssh!

A post a little bit cleaner, but no less disturbing.

2010 is less then 2 years away. Oh man, it's just less than eighteen months away!

How does this happen?

I was doing my civic duty yesterday by bringing in the mail. A harmless endeavor, usually. Oh sure the heat made me make camp half way across the front yard, but that's normal.

What wasn't normal was the mail. My sister got a magazine in the mail. That happens on a regular basis, almost monthly, I'd say, but I can't be certain.

I was curious to see when her subscription expired, as I have been ever since I realized that the expiration month was on the address label. Hers ended in January 2010. "Wow, that's a long way off," I thought, before looking at the date on the magazine, August 2008.

There was much screaming afterwards, which I assume came from the magazine. All I know is I awoke five hours later surrounded by my old calendars.

Thanks a lot, internet!

I've been away from the internet since the 19th. That wasn't the plan. The plan was I would use someone's wireless internet, only it never worked. Oh, I got on the laptop a few times to look things up and make sure my e-mail wasn't completely out of control, but still.

And today, I got around to checking out Francesco Explains It All. (He does the writing for Sally Forth.) I haven't read all the posts yet, but this one made me do something I will regret for a long time: I looked up my name in the Urban Dictionary. Two of the entries were flattering and practically identical, but the other two were creepy.

Not to mention they don't make sense - how can I be hot two times over, but also be a vaginal sore and red colored jello induced flatulence.

Now I'm going to look up my sister's name.

She's a hot chick, but she's also a man who pretends to be a girl to hook up with lesbians. Online, of course. In addition to sounding like a chipmunk and looking like a transvestite. Someone got dumped by a Rebecca.

God, the urban dictionary is weird.

My poor mom is slang for penis.

I looked up our last name, but I kind of already knew what to expect.

And last but not least, my blog's name. Nothing creepy about it. A good time to stop doing this.

Uplifting Scene from The Shawshank Redemption

Great movie.

Inside Man trailer

This movie rocks rocks rocks!

Since I last posted here, I have seen the movie again, along with Bride & Prejudice and Water. Both were very good, but Water had a better soundtrack. And Water, despite being in Hindi and having A.R.. Rahman's name attached, is not a Bollywood movie like I thought. It premiered in Toronto, for one. For another, the amazing songs are never sung by the characters, they play in the background. Like a western drama. So I'm still awaiting Dil Se from Amazon to see a real Bollywood movie. Bride & Prejudice is a musical, it is brightly colored, and very energetic. Back to Inside Man.

I watched it yesterday morning. I remember loving it when I saw it when it came out, but sometimes that love doesn't last. But I was right. It's awesome. There are plot holes, according to most reviews and the message board at its IMDb page. Ignore the chatter.

The holes don't matter and definitely do not detract from the enjoyment of the movie.

Take what the characters say at their word about the events in the movie and enjoy it.

I like Bollywood music.

Perhaps you've noticed the new music links way down there?

Giving my recent computer problems, I'm quite grateful for that list.


It started with this song.

Chiayya Chiayya was featured in the movie Inside Man, at the beginning, setting the tone for a kick ass movie. (That I really want to see again.)

For a long time, CC was the only Bollywood song I listened to - after all, I don't know Hindi. (Or Tamil, but the Kollywood songs came later.)

But I explored youtube, checking out the other songs from the movie - like Dil Se Re.

My love for the music grew slowly until (I believe) the spring semester, when it just exploded. I now have 71 Bollywood and Kollywood songs in my favorites. (All youtube videos - the internet rocks!)

I still like songs in English, who doesn't? But when I'm on the computer or doing chores, it's Bollywood.

With one exception that I put in the Bollywood links folder - Summer Wine by Ville Valo and Natalia Avelon with scenes from Dil Se. This person also made a video for that cheesetastic classic I'm Too Sexy featuring Shahrukh Khan. (And yes, he is sexy.)

However, I'm the only one in my family who likes it or any non-English music. My mom likes the 12 Girls Band, and that's about it.

My sister said I'm the only one in the world who likes this music, but that's not true. She can't even be happy that I'm listening to newer music! (Though I still love the Beatles.) She says I like weird music, but she likes er er er, weird music. I bought her the Juno soundtrack and she likes the vampire song. I used to send her Bollywood videos and she never gave me feedback. So I had to ask her face-to-face what she thought of them. She likes music she can understand. Fine.

As to why I like it - I don't know. I can't say why I like any music.

However, I found a great quote about foreign music this weekend from Steve Hochman at Spinner, and it fits.

Sure, not understanding something can be a barrier to enjoyment. But at times it seems it can also be an enhancement. There's something in the purity of sounds, something that changes when meaning is assigned to them, whether the real, literal meaning or the Buffalax treatment. And there is certainly a lure of the exotic, enhanced by a sense of true foreignness. Listening to some French pop recently spurred the question as to whether the same thing in English would be just kind of average, while in a breathy en Français chanteuse delivery it's sexy and romantic. Frankly, it's a lure that's not just a matter of the verbal language but musical too.

Of course, there's also a snob factor. "Oh, you listen to songs in English. How cute. I appreciate the finer things in life." But that's not my motivation, I swear! I like the music because I like it. I should also note that I don't love every song in Hindi - there's variety, they're not identical or anything.

I really wanted to put a video in this post, but I can't pick one (or even 2)!

Okay, this one rocks:



And so does this one:



And this one:




Last video, I swear. Many videos feature groups, and it would rock if someone put this one on at a party or dance and everyone started dancing instead of Thriller or something else.



One last thing about the movies themselves - I've never seen one. I haven't seen Bride & Prejudice. However, I recently ordered the movie Dil Se from Amazon, and I can't wait to see it. (Bollywood movies are also at Netflix! How cool is that?)



ETA: More thoughts on the quote from Hochman. I agree that singing the direct English translation of a foreign song would probably suck. I mean, what sounds better musically - "Yeh Ladki Hai Deewana" or "The Boy Is Crazy"? (At least I think that's what it means - it's what the subtitles say.)

But I love translations of some English songs - especially the ones from animated musicals (Disney and Dreamworks). I love the French version of "Colors of the Wind" and the Hebrew and French versions of songs from the Prince of Egypt. These are great songs to begin with, and they sound great in another language. Not just French and Hebrew - there are many different languages available for most Disney songs. (At least on youtube!)

Wickett and His Legs

Right after I took this picture, the yapping began.

I'm glad that I can see what he's doing with his legs.

If the picture was bad, there would be much head exploding and bitchiness. I already snapped at my mom for referring to the issue as "cyber" something, when the internet wasn't involved in any way. Though it's involved now.

We got a new digital camera probably long enough ago that it is no longer new. But it is to me.

I took that picture, and I was like, man, I want that on my computer and blog.

I plugged the camera in and all hell broke loose.

First, there was a box saying there may be errors, do you want to scan this device? I said no.

I had no idea what option to choose to upload the picture, since I didn't want all the pictures to upload. So I chose the view option. They opened up in Windows Media Player, and the first one was text that said this file couldn't be shown. But clicking on the arrows led me to pictures that could. Month old pictures.

So I decided to go back, hoping to find mine as it was the last.

But no.

A month old video.

It started, I tried to hit stop, and it started skipping and making a horrible noise. I manually shut the computer down.

When I turned it back on, everything was default - all documents gone! I called tech support, and no, they weren't gone. Not that it mattered, all my school papers are saved online, and most of my pictures are at photobucket.

The worst part? The only reason I called tech support?

Firefox was back to the default! All my favorites were gone! At first, that's not a bad thing - every interesting website or video is on this blog. But I had a different favorites folder filled with random blog posts and websites I wanted to check out when I had time - like now, since school is over.

So I have no idea why it happened, or why my name, password, and userpic (for the computer) were saved.

But I'm never using that camera with my computer again - I'll just upload everything to photobucket!

The camera had more than 200 files on it. TWO HUNDRED PLUS. And some were music? The hell?

So that's it. The story of the picture.


ETA: Well, it's almost 1:30 on Saturday morning. I wanted to look something up I just saw in a book. Everything is back to default - the little clock and picture and news ticker thing that goes on the right hand side... ::sigh::

The worst part of the default setting? The default background.

It keeps telling me I can't save any of this, because I'm on a temporary account, though I logged in to my account. I'm going to blame Windows Vista. It hasn't been bad at all - the only thing annoying is the pop up asking me if I want to run a program... five seconds after clicking. But it never asked me if I wanted to delete the recycling bin, which I totally didn't want to do! (I did it twice.)

Oh well.

I'll call tech support again later today.

"Operation Deserter Storm"

Combines Iceland and the Daily Show, which is totally awesome. And made me laugh my ass off.

And now, here are the videos! (Oh, and Jason Jones. Not as hot as John Oliver, but still fine. Did you see him as a greaser last night?)

I know it's a bit late, but it's still hilarious.

Travis Childers won

Who?

Him, what with the pro-life and pro-gun liberal agenda that Barack Obama endorsed.

In addition to the ads in the older post, there was another one that made my head feel like exploding.

Well, I can't find it on Youtube. Let me listen to my music.

Aneeeeeeeeways, in the ad, Childers promises many things. Like not raising social security taxes. And not privatizing social security.

So how will it be paid for? Naturally, this is not answered in the ad.

But I can guess that it will be taxes. (Not that I'm opposed to that in the slightest.)

Grades

I got all As last semester, with one A+ (in French).

This semester was better and worse. I took 5 classes last semester, and 6 er, last, in spring. (My last day was May 1st.)

I got 5 As (2 A+s in French and my science lab) and one B. The B is in the science lecture course. That class has the distinction of being the first class I ever fell asleep in.

Rhymes With Orange made me laugh.

Here:


I am loving my first summer weekend.

I'm a bit lazier than usual - no walking to the Tiger Den to get some food - but there's no guilt, no worries, no assignments.

I have a worry doll. My sister got it for me in New Mexico. (It's from Guatemala - they have World Markets in Albuquerque!)

I used it every night in school. Friday night (er, Saturday morning), I slept in my bed for the first time since coming home. I picked up the worry doll and said, "I'm worried about the pain." Then I was like, wow. That's it. So I put the worry doll on my dresser. No need for it now!

This is so ugh.

Marry Him! by Lori Gottlieb

This is a disgusting, arrogant, and depressing article.

The author's a single mom who calls herself a feminist. She waited to get married, she held for her true love, but now she's wiser and knows she should settle. Not until the end of the article does she acknowledge her son again, in a good way, I guess.

And while I have a much higher tolerance for settling than I did back then, now I have my son to consider. It’s one thing to settle for a subpar mate; it’s quite another to settle for a subpar father figure for my child. So while there’s more incentive to settle now, there’s less willingness to settle too much, because that would be a disservice to my son.

Before that, this is what she has to say about her son (and dating):

Before I got pregnant, though, I also read single-mom books such as Choosing Single Motherhood: The Thinking Woman’s Guide, whose chapter titles “Can I Afford It?” and “Dealing With the Stress” seemed like realistic antidotes to the faux-empowering man-hunting manual headings like “A Little Lingerie Can Go a Long Way.” But the book’s author, Mikki Morrissette, held out a tantalizing carrot. In her introduction, she describes having a daughter on her own; then, she writes, a few years later and five months pregnant with her son, “I met a guy I fell in love with. He and my daughter were in the delivery room when my son was born in January 2004.” Each time I read about single women having babies on their own and thriving instead of settling for Mr. Wrong and hiring a divorce lawyer, I felt all jazzed and ready to go. At the time, I truly believed, “I can have it all—a baby now, my soul mate later!”

Well … ha! Hahahaha. And ha.

Just as the relationship books fail to mention what happens after you triumphantly land a husband (you actually have to live with each other), these single-mom books fail to mention that once you have a baby alone, not only do you age about 10 years in the first 10 months, but if you don’t have time to shower, eat, urinate in a timely manner, or even leave the house except for work, where you spend every waking moment that your child is at day care, there’s very little chance that a man—much less The One—is going to knock on your door and join that party.

They also gloss over the cost of dating as a single mom: the time and money spent on online dating (because there are no single men at toddler birthday parties); the babysitter tab for all those boring blind dates; and, most frustrating, hours spent away from your beloved child. Even women who settle but end up divorced might be in a better position than those of us who became mothers on our own, because many ex-wives get both child-support payments and a free night off when the kids go to Dad’s house for a sleepover. Never-married moms don’t get the night off. At the end of the evening, we rush home to pay the babysitter, make any houseguest tiptoe around and speak in a hushed voice, then wake up at 6 a.m. at the first cries of “Mommy!”

Try bringing a guy home to that.

No one forced you to have a kid.

I don't know why she had a kid as a single mom, but taken with her obsession with marriage, marriage, marriage, even if he's "rude to the waiter" she must think she's incomplete without both.

Another thing that bothered me:

and the theme of holding out for true love (whatever that is—look at the divorce rate)

It couldn't be because women got married young to someone they thought they loved, that they settled because they didn't want to be a spinster, no, all divorced couples were fools who thought they knew what love was! I'm sure there was love at first, but marrying someone you're crazy about doesn't necessarily mean you'll end up divorced. Especially if you take your time and don't settle into a marriage too soon. I know that, and I'm only 19!

Even women who settle but end up divorced might be in a better position than those of us who became mothers on our own, because many ex-wives get both child-support payments and a free night off when the kids go to Dad’s house for a sleepover.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN?

Marry a rich guy, no matter how bad he is, so that you can get a divorce and still be rich. The author doesn't want a partner, a lover, she wants a wallet. She wants a body.

My parents' divorce was not hard on my sister or me. But I know plenty of people who weren't so lucky. And if there's money involved, the divorce will be even nastier. She's living in a fantasy world.

Her descriptions of marriages is even more depressing:

The couples my friend and I saw at the park that summer were enviable but not because they seemed so in love—they were enviable because the husbands played with the kids for 20 minutes so their wives could eat lunch. In practice, my married friends with kids don’t spend that much time with their husbands anyway (between work and child care), and in many cases, their biggest complaint seems to be that they never see each other. So if you rarely see your husband—but he’s a decent guy who takes out the trash and sets up the baby gear, and he provides a second income that allows you to spend time with your child instead of working 60 hours a week to support a family on your own—how much does it matter whether the guy you marry is The One?

"You're never going to find 'the One' and you don't want to die alone, do you?"

She is obsessed with not being alone - never mind that she has a child, a child that loves her, a child that will be there for her forever.


One last thing, the bit that made me want to blog about this bullshit:

And all I can say is, if you say you’re not worried, either you’re in denial or you’re lying.

What are you supposed to be worried about? Being 30 and unmarried.

I've got about 10 years and 3 months until I'll be 30. I don't want to get married. I don't want kids. But I'm too young to know any better. I don't like being around little kids, but once I have one, I'll change.

As for marriage? I definitely don't want to settle! Settling sounds like marriage for marriage's sake only, being Mrs. Somebody is all that matters. I believe that that is what my dad did (though he didn't settle when he married my mom! She is so much better than him!) and he's on his 4th divorce. He's got 5 kids and only one kinda sorta likes him. He came from a broken home, and I guess he wanted to create the perfect one. He certainly tried with us - appearances, appearances.

The author knows what's best, and she knows that within 10 years, I will be baby and marriage crazy. Because her feelings are the same as everybody else's.

Settling is depressing, it is a reality, and it is sick to push it as the only alternative to dying alone.

I am glad I don't live in Mississippi.

Why?

There's an election coming up. Between Greg Davis, the Republican, and Travis Childers, the Democrat. Both are middle-aged white guys. Childers has the heavier southern accent.

I don't watch that much network TV, but the bits I do watch are often filled with their commercial fight.

I've seen the ads on Jeopardy while away, far far away in my dorm room. I came home Wednesday, but we were too late for Jeopardy. It happens.

Yesterday, we watched Jeopardy and an hour of Judge Judy. I had no idea how much I missed my mom's "judge shows"!

So many political ads.

There are 2 ads that drive me up the wall. They're done by the National Republican something.







The second one's not an ad, it's a news story about the ad.

Why is Childers responsible for what Barack Obama does? And what does it matter if conservatives can't trust him? He's the Democrat, they wouldn't vote for him anyway!


There are other pro-Davis/anti-Childers ads out there that do not attempt to smear him by saying, "If you elect Childers, women and black men will be in power. LIBERALS! He's a liberal!"

Anyways, the ads say things like he didn't pay his taxes or he doesn't care about the elderly.

Boring, right?

Well, there are ads like that on Childers' side as well, naturally. "Greg Davis did X, Y, Z. He won't be any good in Congress. I'll be better than him! Vote for me!"

Sadly, there have been no ads tying Davis to anyone but himself.

This is the latest Travis Childers ad (to me, anyway, I first saw it yesterday):


He doesn't say what party he is in. And watching that commercial, and only that commercial, would make you think he was the Republican. He's pro-life and pro-gun. He let me down, man, I wish he was as liberal as Barack Obama. The attack ads on Democrats always make me like them more - they're painted as liberals who support gay rights and abortions for all.

Then the response ad comes out and they deny it all. "I'm conservative in everything but name! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE vote for me!"

It bothers me a whole lot. There is a perfect, one word smear for Democrats, at least here: "liberal". There is nothing similar for Republicans. Every Congressional election feels like it's between two Republicans, going by the commercials.

Does the opposite happen in "blue" states? Do Republicans fall all over themselves to swear they're liberal? I doubt it.


I'm out of things to say, so I'll leave with this infamous Republican attack ad:



You do too have too many guns!

Great Mother's Day Comic

I'm a sucker for Oedipus jokes.

The comic:




What card did I get? One from the dog. I'll just share it with them.

I'm staying up kinda late for a weekday

No exams tomorrow, just MOVING OUT!


Anyways, today's Crock made me laugh.




The drawing is atrocious, of course. I assume.

My art skills are terrible.

About the move out, I have my FINAL exam Thursday. And then I'm officially checking out of my dorm. My RA blocked out every freakin' evening, so I figured it'll be easier to move out without worrying about the checkout time. Not that it'll take very long to get everything out.

Ugh.

I hate being from Memphis.

Principal Outs 2 Gay Students

I heard this on the news preview, but the Daily Show is on!

Anyways, the story is icky, icky, icky!

Even without the whole outing thing, the principal wanted a list of couples in the school to MONITOR THEM and prevent PDAs.

PDAs??? That's the big problem at a MEMPHIS HIGH SCHOOL?!

You've GOT to see this!

Today's Get Fuzzy:



I'll come up with something more to say later, or maybe I won't, but damn! I love Get Fuzzy!

I am in love with today's One Big Happy.

Here's a link, I don't know how long it will last: Yahoo comics.

OBH appears in B&W at the Houston Chron, so no Sunday comic. And the one at comics.com is always something else.

Anyway, I adore this.

Tropic Thunder Trailer

I just heard about this movie yesterday, in the school paper. The movie guy wrote blurbs about most of the movie coming out this summer. Including Tropic Thunder. It looks like it'll be good.

(He also wrote one for the X-files movie - apparently, it will be Monster-of-the-Week, instead of conspiracy related. Yes!)

X-files movie trailer! X-files movie trailer!

X-FILES MOVIE TRAILER!!!

July 25th.

Less than four months away!

Yay!

Here's the link, I only downloaded a portion of it!

It's leaked of course.

I'm a geek.

When I first saw commercials for the new movie The Ruins, I thought it was based on this book.

Especially when I found it is based on a book!

But no, it's not the new X-files movie.

And I'm still a geek.

Comical Thoughts

Today's Curtis made me happy, which is unusual. I love the artwork, but I only laugh at the Sunday strips where Curtis makes fun of the hats.

But today's! Curtis is at the barbershop, listening to the barber, who always has something interesting/funny to say.



The sign(s) on the wall change from panel to panel. Little background gags.

But look at the first one.



I don't know what Ray Billingsley had in mind when he put this in the comic, so this is merely my interpretation.

If you can't see it, it says "Blonde Dye! Not Here!"

That says to me that Gunther is proud of being black, and proud of every physical part of his identity - including his hair. (Or he was.)

But some people aren't, and one way to hide blackness is to change hair - straighten it, make it lighter, make it whiter. (In 11th grade, we had to read an excerpt from Malcolm X's biography about the time he used lye on his hair to look "better".)

So this sign makes me happy - comics do matter, or they wouldn't be there. They do stay with us. Curtis is already important because it has a black family doing... family things! The horror! And now with the black pride background gag, well, that's great.


Curtis's uplifting background sign is challenged by Billy's lies in today's Family Circus.



It is true that you never see rabbits wearing glasses, but that has more to do with the fact that they are animals than their diet. (Which isn't exclusively carrots.)

Carrots are the only vegetables I will eat willingly - as long as they're uncooked. In fact, according to a kindergarten or 1st grade project, carrots were my favorite food. And yet, I wear glasses.

Carrots won't stop the glasses monster from vandalizing your face, but the vitamin found in it is good for eye health, I believe. I'm not looking it up, I'm just saying that Billy is a liar.


Despite the lies and social messages, I still laughed at a comic: today's Mother Goose & Grimm.



::silly grin::

Enjoy your Wednesday, the week's halfway over!

Some pictures that are just too...

awesome for words.

I'm talking, of course, about the Smithsonian's "Nature's Best Photography
Windland Smith Rice International Awards Exhibition 2007."

This one showed up in my inbox this morning, courtesy of Cute Overload.

Sea Lion and Pup taken by Eddie Schermerhorn.



Aw, so cute.

But not my favorite.

This one is:

Fly Geyser taken by Rodney Lough



It reminds me of Iceland and snow and I love it.

But this one is also my favorite.

Red Fox taken by Steve Hinch in Yellowstone National Park. Steve is from Yellowstone, Wyoming. I think he cheated. But who cares?



Hahahahahaha.

The category for this picture? Animal Antics. Hahahahahaha.


ETA: They did it in 2006, too.

Favorites:

Snow and Ice at Sunset by Robert Servranck.



Polar Bear by Norbert Rosing



Giraffe by Marsel Van Oosten




Rockhopper Penguins by Laura Crawford Williams (Animal Antics winner!)

My life in the comics.

Courtesy of Garfield.

I'm just glad we don't have a garage. Or a cat.

Oh no.

I didn't laugh at today's Marmaduke, but I do identify with it.



Dixie hasn't broken anything with her tail yet, but when she gets excited, it seems like she could.

Marmaduke is never funny, but today, it is accurate.

Some Random Silliness.

The best kind!

In this Pandagon post, the idiots being discussed are compared to dogs.

I don't know how to link to replies, but I have to post this.

So I'll remember it and hopefully amuse others.

I now reserve the right to hold up my dog as an example of a more intelligent and evolved being than this asshole. Keeping in mind the fact that my dog is so stupid that she frequently forgets that the fluffy thing attached to her ass is actually her own tail and not an interloping terrorist.

By Helena. Post 103.

A funny SNL skit

Yeah.

In my lifetime.

(Though I only watched it regularly for one season, you can't escape SNL. And I have the Christopher Walken and Phil Hartman DVDs.)



Tom Brokaw: Gerald Ford isn't gonna be eaten by wolves!

Voice of Producer: Taft was.

Tom Brokaw: Really? Taft?

Voice of Producer: Uh.. yeah.

Tom Brokaw: Alright, alright.. "Tragedy today, as former President Gerald Ford was eaten by wolves. He was delicious." Now.. now, that's just superfluous, you know?

Voice of Producer: It's a former President, Tom. What do you say - he's not delicious?

Now, shh! Monk is on.

Adventures in Procrastination

I have a rough draft to do for English that I will finish as soon as I finish this blog post. Swear on my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (Hey, you know what would be a good idea? If I walked over to the bookstore and got the paperback omnibus edition, I never liked only having it in hardback. ::slap::)

Moving on.

I used to get the Commercial Appeal on a daily basis or a Wednesday through Sunday basis. Sometimes I only got it on Sunday because I hiked 5 miles uphill to get it (just for the TV guide). Comics were not my main priority. Oh sure, I had some Far Side books here, some Dilbert books there, and too many Garfields. And Bloom County!

Somehow, I got hooked on comics. It was before I got hooked on sites like the Comics Curmudgeon, though that didn't help matters, since he got me hooked on soap strips, which the CA, in one of its rare bursts of wisdom, doesn't carry. (They have For Better or For Worse and Luann, two that mix the soap and gag-a-day styles with varying degrees of success.)

I know when and why I started reading comics online. I don't mean comics like This Modern World or Tom the Dancing Bug, since I never saw them in the paper, and I don't think they're carried in dailies. TMW is in the free weekly The Memphis Flyer, but that's it.

The first comic I read online that was carried in a daily paper is Pearls Before Swine. The CA stopped running Cathy Monday through Saturday, and replaced it with PBS. Unfortunately, they thought we still needed a weekly Cathy dose, so I had to find my Sunday PBS online.\

Now I'm a cool 21st century college student and I do not have a subscription to the paper. Mom and Beck don't care - the news is everywhere, as is the TV guide. And comics aren't important.

But they are to me.

One of the greatest comic websites is the one provided by the Houston Chronicle. Their archives go back years, and you can create your own page, just with the comics you want to look at. However, it doesn't work on Sunday, despite the fact that a little address manipulating will bring you that day's strip. (Only with the color comics.)

So.

Awesome.

However, there are six daily comics not at the Chron site that I love. (I'm sure there are more, give me time.) Arlo & Janis, Candorville, Jump Start, Ripley's Believe It or Not!, the New Adventures of Queen Victoria, and Lio.

These six are the easiest part of my Sunday comics experience, since they are at the top of my favorites. The one at the Chron site, not so much, because I have to look up the black and white ones. (Too lazy and don't really want them in my favorites. I'm sure there are easier ways.)

Some Sundays, I will look for the Sunday edition of every daily comic. Usually when I'm procrastinating, not just bored. One of these that I only rarely glance at today is Herb and Jamaal. It is a very boring comic with lame jokes, but I don't hate it. The lame people are black, so it is a special comic.

I'm getting to my point.

I read Candorville first today, as usual. What is unusual is that one late night, the official site had not updated, dammit. So I replaced my link with this one, which updates at midnight (or maybe 11?) my time.

I saw this, got a kick out of it, and went on. Then I read today's H and J. That's right - it's the same joke. I know that sometimes this happens, comics will use the same joke on the same day. Sometimes it's on purpose, other times just a coincidence.

I visited the official Candorville site, looking for an explanation. And scrolled right past it. D'oh!

If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have e-mailed Darrin Bell, the creator of Candorville, and he wouldn't have replied to me. So there.

Well now I know. And it is awesome. Cartoonists of Color are uniting today by using variations of the same joke to protest how their work is seen. They're all seen as interchangeable, identical, because they feature minority characters. If you've seen one, you've seen them all.

Which is just not true. Curtis is a great strip, no matter how tired the jokes and themes get, because the art is phenomenal. Jump Start is consistently funny and I have many strips saved to my desktop because they're funny or I can identify. (And I'm white! And not a nurse, cop, parent, or married. OMG, STOP THE PRESSES.) Herb and Jamaal just sucks, art, stories, jokes.

The aftermath will be interesting - how many people will notice?

As I said, I haven't read the CA in a while, but I doubt many people who only get their comics there will find out. They don't carry any of the strips participating, unless Curtis counts because he talked about the Quakers today. (Though gossip is more important to an average kid.)

Which is really odd. Memphis's black population is the majority, we have a black county and city mayor, but the comics don't reflect that. That sucks. There are many legacy strips, or there were, like Dennis the Menace, Blondie, Family Circus, Beetle Bailey, BC, pick a name. I can't wait until, like 2025, when Curtis or Jump Start have been around for 30+ years and join the dinosaurs.

Okay, okay, I'll start working on my paper.

It won't be as pointless or rambling as this blog post, and it will be read by someone other than me. So there! I win!

The Last of the Mohicans

Prompted by seeing There Will Be Blood today:




Anyone know the name? I listened to the theme, but this is the selection I love.

And Daniel Day-Lewis's nose should be illegal.

Also - believe the hype about There Will Be Blood.

I am in trouble.

I just busted a gut at today's Mother Goose & Grimm.



Get it? Grimm thought he'd offended the sloth, but no, the sloth is just... slow.

I need sleep.

Of course, I adored today's Get Fuzzy. Can I have my humor cred back now?

I got such a kick out of today's Garfield.

Though I'll be damned if I can pinpoint why. Perhaps because I can see my sister and I doing this years ago? (Not that we ever did, we were and are angels.)

Since Jon got a life, Garfield has really improved. I'm happy about this.

D'oh!

My sense of humor is in danger again!

Today's Garfield is funny.



And has been a lot lately, judging by the number of Garfield's saved to my computer.

At least I'm watching Malcolm in the Middle right now.


It's the accordion.

I gave away all my Garfield books two years ago. I want this one, though.

All is right with the world.

Today's Crock has a punchline based on a stupid stereotype.



My sense of humor will be fine.


I still want to swap bookmarks, though.

Wow.

BC is getting pretty funny.

Take today, for example.


Over the last few years, BC turned into a much more religious, heavy-handed comic, reflecting Johnny Hart's renewed faith.

When he died and the news that the comic would be continued with old artwork and new jokes once Hart's originals were used up did not sound good.

And the first new ones kinda sucked.

But lately?

Wow. It's not up to Get Fuzzy or Pearls Before Swine or Mutts or [your favorite comic]*, but it's a lot better.

*[I realize many people just do not like Get Fuzzy, and there's nothing that can be done. Oh well, more Satchel for me!]

This is so weird.

I cannot handle somebody breathing or talking to my back.

No, I don't mean I need to look somebody in the eye, I just cannot stand it when breath touches my back.

It hasn't been an issue in a long time, because it usually happens when I'm in a cramped line, like the ones used in elementary and middle school.

If somebody was too close, my back would start twitching, it just feels bad.

It may be similar to being tickled, but it's never pleasant.

Just now, I moved back a bit, I wanted to try to lay down. Well, Wickett was on the top cushion next to my pillows.

He started growling and I freaked out. My back was prickling, nothing could stop it, not even getting away from him! I tried to put a blanket over my back, it didn't work.

I was shrieking at him, practically begging him to get off the couch. It bothers me so much.

I had to get him a bone to get him off the couch.

I just don't get him - if he's so damn mad, why doesn't he leave? Go somewhere without a human?

I can still feel it, but it's a bit better.

Does anybody know what I'm talking about?

Dixie is a cat.

And in a comic!



Too many times! Too many times that muttly mutt of mine has waited for me to leave the room and then hopped right onto my spot.

When I return, she will wag her tail, "talk", or just look so innocent.

But she sticks to couches and beds - my uncle's cat once got into his medicine when it was out on the kitchen counter.

Pets!

She will get off, of course, if you shove her butt. However, I did not know that 10-year-old dogs could still pull off puppy eyes.

Oh, it's another year or somesuch... New Law and Order tonight!

My sense of humor should be revoked.

I liked today's Crock.




My plans? A Law and Order marathon starts at 11am tomorrow morning and is 32 hours long.

Bookmark swapping would be a social step up.

ETA at 4:30 - I said I liked it, I didn't say I laughed at it.

Yet another attack on Christmas!

From Jeff Foxworthy, no less!




"Happy Holidays"??

Sad, sad, sad.

Wickett's famous!

Stuff On My Mutt: Yup, must be snowing outside.

The endorsement deals should be rolling in any day now.

Meet my son, Friday.

Here's the story.

An Italian family named their son Friday. The parents registered him as Friday, and he was baptized as Friday. However, a clerk brought the name to the attention of a tribunal. So now the kid's legal name is Gregory, because he was born on that saint's feast day. The officials changed it to protect him from teasing later on and because Friday is a bad luck day in Italy.

I only checked this out because of the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde.

The main character is Thursday.

Her mom is Wednesday.

Thursday's son is Friday and her daughter is Tuesday.

I think those are nice, interesting names.

However, since the family is Italian, you'd think they'd name their kid "Venerdì".

Friday's an English word with Norse roots, I believe.

One more note - I'd love to have a boy dog named Loki and a girl dog named Thursday. Hopefully they won't fight too much.

Latest Attack on Christmas!

Where: the comic "Mutts"

When: Monday, December 17, 2007

What:



Sad.


Funny placement of "Happy Holidays" - a commercial for Henco furniture in Selmer. The commercials are definitely local, and everyone's got a southern accent. So their use of "Happy Holidays" really stuck out. But I like it.

What I don't like? This story about a store in downtown Collierville. I saw it on the news last week. The Arkansas Matters article is better because they open with "The so-called war on Christmas...", while WMC opened with," When Christmas rolls around stores in downtown Collierville are decked out with decorations. The local banners say Happy Holidays."

The quote in the article is exactly what the owner said on TV.

"We got tired of everyone saying happy holidays when Merry Christmas is what its all about, its about Christ and we wanted to make a stand," Donna Buckner said.

Oh, gag me.

What is about Christ? Christmas? Christmas is next Tuesday! (Not to mention the historical quibbling over when he was actually born.) She doesn't even say what she's referring to - what "it" is all about. You generally say what the pronoun replaces, you don't just assume everyone knows.

"Make a stand"? I thought you made statements or took stands. And you're in America, Tennessee to be exact. You're not going to lose business by saying "Merry Christmas". You're more likely to lose it if you don't.


The whole "War on Christmas" idea is stupid. Christianity is the most popular religion in the US. And they can't handle acknowledging that some people practice other religions with holidays in December. The fact that it's called the "War on Christmas" and not the "War on Religion" (same enemy - secular humanism and atheists) illustrates the dominance of Christianity and Christmas here.

"Happy Holidays" does not name any religious holiday, but the absence of Christ is the only problem. There is a war on Chanukah, you know.

The second link mentions this story. More Christians making a stand!

Funny USA promo from 2006

I love love love love the shows Monk and Psych. I adore them. Psych reruns are on at midnight Sunday nights, and I try to watch them at that time.

I would make a lousy critic, because I can only pinpoint elements that I dislike - when I like a show (or book or movie or whatever), I just do. I can't explain it.

They're both hilarious?

And they are way too short - I can't wait to get all the DVDs for Monk and the one season on DVD for Psych. When I got my Arrested Development DVDs, I would watch them for as long as possible - they told a story over 3 seasons and 53 episodes, so the end of the episode is not the end of the story. Plus the show is bust-a-gut funny.

I just started watching Monk and Psych this summer. It was by accident - Mom wanted to be up when Becky came home from her job, and since it was summer and the weekend, well, it could take some time, and Mom likes to sleep. So I would stay up with her. Well, one Friday night, we watched Law and Order SVU on USA, Mom fell asleep, and I kept it on USA. I fell in love with the shows and I haven't looked back. I discovered the joy of the X-files one summer weekend as well.

Anyways - new episodes start Friday, January 11th! Can't wait!

Why did I finally talk about my two new favorite shows?

Well, I found this commercial on youtube, and I knew I had to have it on my blog. A link? Nah, embed that sucker.

So here it is:



And I don't watch the Dead Zone - I think I've tried, but it seems too serious. Plus, Christopher Walken is Johnny Smith. End of story!

Rest In Peace, Al Scaduto 1928-2007

They'll Do It Every Time is a gloriously anachronistic celebration of the petty gripes and ironies of everyday life.

It is run on reader submissions, and for the last 18 years, Al Scaduto has been the writer and illustrator. It seems like longer with his fashion sense and slang.

At first, the comics irritated me, as they did countless others.

But we grew to love them. The comic never made me laugh out loud, I never wanted to save it, but it was good.

And what made it good was Al Scaduto. He wrote back to people who sent him ideas, even if he couldn't run them. From everything I have read, he was the ultimate gentleman, and the world is a little less brighter without him.

I can't create a tribute song out of the thin air, so I'll leave with this:

One funny quote:

"The Catholic League wants Christians to stay away from this movie precisely because it knows that the film is bait for the books," said president William Donohue.

From an article about 'The Golden Compass'.

Heavens to Betsy! We can't have our kids reading!

Do these people not have real problems to deal with?

I don't know if the Golden Compass series is as popular as Harry Potter, but HP, despite its flaws, got kids (and adults) reading. And some kept reading.

The leaders claiming this movie and other things are threats to their kids' faith must have no faith in their children or their religion. I mean, if a positive story about witches is enough to turn your kid into a Satanist, or a story with a corrupt church makes your kid join a cult, there were some issues already. Though if they're that easily influenced, they should already be protesting the books.

Yes, I know someone who's protesting the film with her church group. No, she hasn't seen it, no she hasn't read it, she just knows it's bad. And apparently they've toned it down.

Whatever, I just loved that quote. How ignorant!


Edit - I have not actually read any of Pullman's books, and I don't want to. I read about half or 3/4 of the first one, and I just couldn't get into it. Oh well, some people like different books. Becky likes the Gossip Girl series, I don't. And yet, the world goes on.

UNHP 1101

"University Honors Program" - I think that's what the letters mean. UNHP 1101 and UNHP 1102 are required for every Honors student here before you start your 5th semester. (I think.)

I took UNHP 1101 this semester and loved it. Everyone else I talked to hated it. Except those in my section (we had a big lecture on Tuesday and then broke up into sections on Thursday). Whatever.

Our last reading assignment was The Pickup by Nadine Gordimer. I read most of it Friday night. It was very hard to get into. I liked the bits about nature - the starkness of the desert, the lush decadence of the rice fields - but if I never read it again, that would be fine.

I'm going to reveal the ending - or part of it.

I know that's mean to all of you waiting on pins on needles to see if Ibrahim gets to leave.

Anyways, Ibrahim gets to go to America. Now in our last UNHP class yesterday, the professors asked us what we thought he'd do - would he live in a Muslim enclave and never get above lower-middle class, would he be a huge success - what?

This guy sitting next to me leaned over and said that he'd probably fly a plane into the towers.

Clearly, he got nothing out of this course. I was accused of being close-minded in English, but sheesh.

A little common sense would show how stupid a thought that is - or a comprehensive reading of the book.

Ibrahim went to informal meetings with other men his age in his own country, and they griped about their government, their country. No anti-American rhetoric there.

Plus, there's why Ibrahim wanted to leave his home country - he wanted to be successful, he wanted to be rich, why would he want to hurt the country he wants to call home?

Jackass. I should have said all this to the guy in class, but I just ignored him.

Idiot.

I saw this in the school paper today.

They had a shot of Obama on the Daily Show accompanying it. (BTW - I saw a bit of last night's rerun - still hilarious.)

"Clinton Mocks Obama on Experience"

I'm sure she has a point about his experience in the Senate, compared to hers, blah blah blah.

But what made me say, "Bullshit! I must write about this! The masses must know my opinion!" was what she was mocking.

His childhood overseas.

He was there at the age of 10, so he has me beat by 4 years. *humph*

I think he is right - a childhood, part of childhood, spent overseas does give you a different view of the world than your classmates who've never left Tennessee.

This is based on my experience. Even though I left Iceland at 6 and a half, I'd already gone to school there.

And that makes me look at the world differently, I can't pinpoint how - exposure to other cultures in their land - I'm the visitor? It makes you more open-minded, the earlier the better.

So it is a good thing for Obama, in my opinion.

Dumbledore's gay. BFD.

Actually, JK Rowling thinks so.

I haven't seen anything in the books to support it, and according to this article, he loved a guy, guy died, Dumbledore never loved again. So sad.

But it doesn't matter.

Not to me.

I'm rereading the 6th before finally reading the last one, and I got to thinking about the 'news'.

This does not affect how I read the books, I won't look for clues or hints, because it doesn't matter.

The only romances that matter in the book are the students', since the action primarily focuses on their lives.

Besides, teachers are asexual. And live at school.

Once you figure out what sex is, you realize that everyone with kids (even your parents!! ew!!!!) did it.

But not teachers, come on, that's just weird.

So that's why it doesn't matter to me - Dumbledore's love life isn't important to the story - it may have been in her head, but she didn't put it in the books.

So.

BFD.

Also, I'm sure the people who had conniptions over the devil-worship just love this, since all homosexual men are pedophiles and Dumbledore worked with children, OMG.

If it becomes a big controversy, more books will sell. Perhaps it's a ploy by Rowling to keep sales up, not that she needs it.

So far, everyone I've run into has said, "Oh, I love Harry Potter."

One of my relatives teaches at Stanford and (in June 2003) had at least 3 hardback sets - including the new 5th one.

The books are appealing to people from all walks of life.

Before the first movie came out, I was all, "I don't care, it's popular, I hate it." Then I read the 4 that were out, and loved each one.

The BEST Veteran's Day Comic

Arlo & Janis




Anyone with family in more than one branch will understand.

My paternal grandfather was in the Marines, and my parents were in the Navy. Every time we went to Grandpa's, the rivalry was insane! Even the second-to-last visit.

Yeah.

I miss him.

I still think that Daniel shouldn't have joined the military...

It's Veteran's Day.

And my SEVENTEEN year old cousin joined the military this week.


DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN