Monday, October 4
Jitterized.
Guess who's going to see Michael Moore?
I am! On Saturday, October 23, me and the Missus (along with Ben and Sherry, who graciously waited in line to get tickets for us) are going up to Green Bay to check him out at the Weidner Center. This is all part of his "Slacker Uprising Tour", in which he's doing everything he can to get first-time voters to...well, vote. He's also coming to Madison, which is my neck of the woods, but tickets may be harder to come by here. If I can go to both, I certainly will.
FAHRENHEIT 9/11 IS IN STORES TOMORROW! GO BUY YOUR COPY! Even if you don't buy a copy, I'll burn one for you. Just do what you can to see this Documentary before November 2.
Despite a 1-3 record, and Brett Favre suffering a concussion, I'm still looking forward to heading out to Lambeau Field next Monday for the game against the Titans. This is a huge game for the Packers, and my first live Monday-nighter. I'll give you a full review next week, and I don't really care if you want to hear about it or not.
A couple years ago, I gave up caffeine for good. I was a hopeless addict, swilling Mountain Dew by the 12-pak, jittering for more. In an ongoing effort to cleanse myself of everything that makes me a jackass to be around, I swore the stuff off to just to see if I could. Turns out I could, but it was absolutely no fun at all. If anyone tells you that caffeine isn't an addictive drug, I'd be more than happy to tell them about the sleepless nights spent sweating on my basement floor, joints aching, shivering uncontrollably. It sucked, but I went ahead and gave it up anyways, because I'm strong like a bear.
Fast-forward to today, when I accidentally downed a can of caffeinated Root Beer. This is the first time this has happened to me since I gave it up, and it messed me up for a good 3 hours. Thinking that all Root Beer was caffeine-free (which is a really stupid assumption), I drank it without looking at the label. Once I figured out what I had done, my head was already pounding and I couldn't concentrate on a damn thing. It's finally worn off, but damn, caffeine really sucks a 12-pak of ass. I'm now quite confident that I'm not missing out on anything, and I'll never drink it again, except by accident. If you don't think you can mistakenly drink something that's bad for you, allow me to direct you to this previous post, in which I got mistakenly bombed. Looking back, I'd much rather be drunk than buzzed on caffeine, but I'd rather be none at all.
Remember how much the President was harping about Poland during the debates? He was going on about how much they were helping us out, and how great of allies they were to the USA. He even made a point to criticize John Kerry for not including Poland in his list of countries that were fighting alongside of us.
Well, Poland is planning on pulling all of their troops from Iraq early next year. So, there you go. Another country refuses to put their citizen's lives on the line for something that they don't believe in. Meanwhile, our sons and daughters are getting slaughtered for absolutely no reason. I'm not running for President or anything, but I know that if you plan on invading a country, you should at least know how to get out of there correctly. Common sense will tell you that.
Leaving on a more positive note, we're going to get frost tonight. 27 degrees! My goodness, I love October. Grab your thick jacket and fashionable scarf, and go for a walk before it snows. I'll continue to tell you to do so until you oblige me.
October's falling
Catch and cradle with your hands
Gifts of dying trees.
I'm queer.
I am! On Saturday, October 23, me and the Missus (along with Ben and Sherry, who graciously waited in line to get tickets for us) are going up to Green Bay to check him out at the Weidner Center. This is all part of his "Slacker Uprising Tour", in which he's doing everything he can to get first-time voters to...well, vote. He's also coming to Madison, which is my neck of the woods, but tickets may be harder to come by here. If I can go to both, I certainly will.
FAHRENHEIT 9/11 IS IN STORES TOMORROW! GO BUY YOUR COPY! Even if you don't buy a copy, I'll burn one for you. Just do what you can to see this Documentary before November 2.
Despite a 1-3 record, and Brett Favre suffering a concussion, I'm still looking forward to heading out to Lambeau Field next Monday for the game against the Titans. This is a huge game for the Packers, and my first live Monday-nighter. I'll give you a full review next week, and I don't really care if you want to hear about it or not.
A couple years ago, I gave up caffeine for good. I was a hopeless addict, swilling Mountain Dew by the 12-pak, jittering for more. In an ongoing effort to cleanse myself of everything that makes me a jackass to be around, I swore the stuff off to just to see if I could. Turns out I could, but it was absolutely no fun at all. If anyone tells you that caffeine isn't an addictive drug, I'd be more than happy to tell them about the sleepless nights spent sweating on my basement floor, joints aching, shivering uncontrollably. It sucked, but I went ahead and gave it up anyways, because I'm strong like a bear.
Fast-forward to today, when I accidentally downed a can of caffeinated Root Beer. This is the first time this has happened to me since I gave it up, and it messed me up for a good 3 hours. Thinking that all Root Beer was caffeine-free (which is a really stupid assumption), I drank it without looking at the label. Once I figured out what I had done, my head was already pounding and I couldn't concentrate on a damn thing. It's finally worn off, but damn, caffeine really sucks a 12-pak of ass. I'm now quite confident that I'm not missing out on anything, and I'll never drink it again, except by accident. If you don't think you can mistakenly drink something that's bad for you, allow me to direct you to this previous post, in which I got mistakenly bombed. Looking back, I'd much rather be drunk than buzzed on caffeine, but I'd rather be none at all.
Remember how much the President was harping about Poland during the debates? He was going on about how much they were helping us out, and how great of allies they were to the USA. He even made a point to criticize John Kerry for not including Poland in his list of countries that were fighting alongside of us.
Well, Poland is planning on pulling all of their troops from Iraq early next year. So, there you go. Another country refuses to put their citizen's lives on the line for something that they don't believe in. Meanwhile, our sons and daughters are getting slaughtered for absolutely no reason. I'm not running for President or anything, but I know that if you plan on invading a country, you should at least know how to get out of there correctly. Common sense will tell you that.
Leaving on a more positive note, we're going to get frost tonight. 27 degrees! My goodness, I love October. Grab your thick jacket and fashionable scarf, and go for a walk before it snows. I'll continue to tell you to do so until you oblige me.
October's falling
Catch and cradle with your hands
Gifts of dying trees.
I'm queer.
Friday, October 1
Electile Dysfunction.
I don't care what you think.
I don't care what your beliefs are, and I don't care who your voting for. One thing is abundantly clear today.
John Kerry sure kicked the President's ass in the debate last night.
There's no mistaking it. Bush was caught flat-footed 10 minutes in. Kerry stood firm and refused to fold, and George had nothing left but catch-phrases and weak defense. If you're a Democrat or anyone who wants Bush gone, last night couldn't have gone any better had Kerry shot him dead right there behind the podium. I like John Kerry to a certain extent, but that man really surprised me last night. I was very impressed and much more optimistic. I'm looking forward to the remaining debates and the Vice-Presidential debates as well. If you haven't registered to vote, your time is running out. Do so, and you'll change the world. I can't begin to tell you how happy I was with the debate last night. Will they have any impact on the outcome? We'll see, but it sure as hell can't hurt.
This weekend, I'll be straightening up the new apartment and picking up a new car for Celia. My sister decided to sell her 2000 Taurus to the missus for a dirt-cheap rate. We couldn't say no, considering Celia's current car is eligible for collector plates in 2 years. Other than that, we're going to do our best to relax and enjoy a weekend that couldn't have come at a better time.
I just crapped my pants.
