Lisbon, hello! Sorry was looking at my Google data for the page and in the last week I have apparently been visited by someone in Portugal, so I decided to start the blog off in a very Larry King like manner.
I am back on my blogging bench in the park, at least this time it is daylight, trying to find some words to say. Unlike yesterday's entry that all but wrote itself, I was eager to get that one down today is just a gray Sunday. It almost felt like a CM Punk pipe bomb, just drop the blog and walk away. It was the best I have felt in writing anything in a very long time. Of course I left some material out, not on purpose or by design, but because I blog off the top of my head, there are times when I think to myself, you know you should have found away to work such and such into the blog. Such as I wonder how many more black lives will have to be sacrificed at the gold calf like altar that is the Confederate flag in order to see the smallest of changes from the people who rally behind it. And don't give me that Southern heritage bullshit, your heritage is one of white privilege. Just as waving a Nazi flag around conveys a certain image of the flag waver, the same stigma should be attached to the Confederate flag. The difference being, of course, that Germany was smart enough to outlaw the Nazi flag, rather than wave it around as some sort of honorable badge. And no, I don't give two shits for the "my pappy fought bravely in that war" argument either. I am sure there were plenty of brave Germans as well, the fact is the South fought to subjugate an entire race of people, no amount of revisionist history can change that, so fuck your pappy and all of the traitors that took up arms with him.
Okay enough ranting for one day. Can't say there is much to talk about though, I am sitting on my bench, typing away. No kids in the park, so the pedophiles get the day off. Provided of course they work weekends to begin with.
I have been thinking of making some changes to the blog page, almost a brand new roll out if you will. New title, new background, some new widgety things along the side. Almost like slapping new paint on a house. I toyed with some stuff earlier today, a new background photo, but first the file was to big, so I compressed it then the image was too small. I need to find the
bowl of porridge that is just right.
On my way over I stopped by the Quick Stop, my favorite convenience store besides Smithfield News. I like to pick Numan's brain as for what is working there, how's business, etc, etc. he hooked me up with a free coffee today, he had shut it off and was now cold, so he popped it in the old microwave (channeling Richard Jeni, "And the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is just about done.). Anyone new to the page stick around a while, you'll eventually get the references or die trying.
Sorry, just threw away my Little Debbie wrappers and saw a sign that caught my attention. Explanatoids, I think I had those once. It was very hard to poop.
Funny thing I heard on the bus home yesterday. A white guy was sitting towards the front of the bus sling to the bus driver. Apparently before I arrived on the scene he said that they were looking for bus drivers, because when I arrived the white guy had said would they hire him if he had a felony from another state. That was when a black guy who was sitting behind me chimed in, he started talking about turning your life over to God. Now again, those familiar with me or this page know I come down on the Christopher Hitchen's side of things, when he refers to the concept of God as being like a celestial North Korea, so here I am thinking here we go with the God talk and me without my headphones. This gentleman proceeds to offer the following advice, "if you turn your life over to God he will open doors for you. Some times he will open them quickly, other times he will do it slower. God damn, he is taking his time with me." It was all I could do to keep from busting out laughing, fuck I wish I could write material that funny.
I should meander my way back home, I have pictures to add to this as well as links to find. Toodles.
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