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Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


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Monday, February 23, 2004
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Oh, the hilarity. :)

In the end the NRL Judiciary had little trouble differentiating between a "wedgie", a "finger up the arse" and the area between the "arse and the nuts" before finding Hopoate guilty.

And the girls go over here.

Now that we've got the particulars out of the way, I'd like to rant about the type of people that populate our casino. About 1:30 in the morning (the A.M.) this car pulls up with two couples in it. No big deal, right?

Well, one had their two month old with them, and another had their newborn baby with them -- and get this: THEY WANTED TO GAMBLE. They wanted to sit in the deli, while two went to gamble and the other watched their kids.

Does this bother anyone? The fact that morons like this are PARENTS, much less allowed out in public? Can't there be something done about it?

Oh, but it gets better: There's this girl who parks with us, and she's pregnant. Cool, no prob, we'll park your car --- ohhhhhhhhh wait, I forgot. She drinks. AND SMOKES.

See, it's shit like this that brought to mind a credo a co-worker from Applebee's lived by: "Fuck 'em over before they fuck you over." (And the fun stories I could share from working there. But I digress.)

That's why I get mad sometimes when I work there: You see the worst of society so much, it makes you wonder why globothermonuclear war hasn't broken out yet. It's probably why I put that pic of Bush at the top of this update. It's probably why I laugh so hard at Lewis Black's rants (aside: Butch, he's coming to the Spreckels Theatre on June 20th), or why Bill Hicks' words ring through my head all the time, or why I enjoy David Cross so much. Because of all the stupidity in the world and why you have to laugh at it or else it drives you to bring a gun to work and "go postal."

This probably made more sense in my head driving home at 2:30 in the morning. But all I wanted to do was to go to bed instead of posting here.

I will say that I am glad my parents didn't do anything this stupid with us. At least they read to us and paid attention to us and got involved with the stuff we did. I remember back in seventh grade choir about this one girl's mom who never came to the concerts because she didn't want to miss the Cosby Show.

So doesn't that mean more? That parents try to spend a little bit of quality time with their kids rather than sit them in front of the TV or let them play video games? And why is it that anybody can fuck and have a couple of kids and call themselves parents? They have to apply for marriage licenses! HA HA! They have to do blood tests, and go through counseling with their priest or pastor or rabbi WHY NOT TEST THEM AND SEE IF THEY'LL BE DECENT FUCKING PARENTS?!?!?


I'm done. A funny site is here. A site for when you want wacky news is here (credit to them for the pic.) A site to cure boredom is here.

You know, I had this dream where I was in some tropical place and I was learning to fly a plane. T.J., my friend from college was in the passenger seat and I was trying to lift off from this runway but it wasn't working. Then I'm flying this plane inside this large white building where people were eating. Even though I thought I was gonna crash I was able to turn very well until I finally squeezed through this small windown and we started flying higher and higher.

We started to celebrate until I saw a huge part of the landing gear from another plane fall on a landed 747. Then it started raining plane parts. What this all means, I have no clue.

Until next time, un rey no muere nunca, solo duerme.


etch-a-sketched by john at 12:02 AM