I'm completing an application for admission to a College - Distance Learning program.  I'ma gonna get me another Bachelor's degree, then work towards a Masters and maybe a Doctorate (at least that's the plan)  Why not, eh?

My Dad, since he retired, has been doing Theatre out the ying-yang.  He's that guy in the chorus making himself laugh.  That guy.

Earlier today, we were discussing the rehearsal process and he interrupted our very serious talk to say:: "Oh, but Jim, there are dancing girls!"

"Of course there are dancing girls, Dad!" I said.  "I wouldn't have wasted my time if there weren't!"

We've noticed that Geronimo doesn't "come" - He tends to just sit where he is when we say his name, which is a good thing, but he seems baffled when we try to get him to walk on over to us.  I've been working with him this afternoon with treats.  Maybe he'll get it.

Before, during, and after my medical operation today, the Doctor kept telliing me to "take it easy".  If I were to lift weights, or play volleyball, or decide to make my way through a harem of willing virgins, it would be bad.  Painful and bad. I take his warnings to heart.

"Sedentary", I told him, "is not just a concept, but a way of life."  My boys don't need to be balloons.  No worries there. 


I just hope the girls that I have no intention of ever fucking sill find me fuckable.

'Cause I'm a guy.

Every so often, I will look at Julie and in a hushed and scared tone I will say:

I think I'm  a Catholic!

She usually just rolls her eyes in that Lutheran way of hers and then we have lunch.

A cat, from under the chair, stretches out her paw and touches my foot..  It seems gentle but I know if I make the wrong move claws will be sunk in deep.

"Ah," I say to myself, "So this is how God feels!"

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Snagged from www.beaucoupkevin.com

I can finally exhale.  After 8 years that should never have happened, 8 years of the worst governance this country has ever seen, we finally woke up and did the right thing.  It's not going to be easy, digging our way out of the hole we've been given, but with the additional seats in the Senate and Obama's willingness to listen to other people, I think it can be done.

And here's a message to the afterlife, to all the racists in my own family tree:  Thank you for Life, but you're all just ghosts now.  There's no place for you here.

I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.

During the 2000 campaign, John McCain had this exchange on "Hardball":

YOUNG WOMAN: Why should my father, a Doctor, be penalized for being in a huge tax bracket?

McCAIN: Wealthy people can afford more...the very wealthy, because they can afford tax lawyers and all kinds of loopholes, really don't pay nearly as much as you think they do.

YOUNG WOMAN: Are we getting closer and closer to, like, socialism?

McCAIN: Here's what I really believe: That when you reach a certain level of comfort, there's nothing wrong with paying somewhat more.

http://achewood.com/

I'm so happy.

I feel like I should elucidate, and build upon that three word sentence, and write something eloquent and shit, but I really don't have the time....

I'm so happy.

Who said the following, John McCain or Grandpa Simpson?

1.  "Thanks for the question, you little jerk."
2.  "You know, I thought I was too old.  I thought my time had passed.  I thought I'd never hear the screams of pain or see the look of terror in a young man's eyes.  Thank heaven for children."
3.  "When I was young, toys were built to last.  Look at this junk!  It breaks the first time you take it out of the box.  And look at these toy soldiers.  They'll break the second I step on 'em.  Ah!  Stupid!  Toy!  Soldiers!  Break, you stupid!
4.  "Our economy, I think, is still---the fundamentals of our economy are strong."
5.  "Fuck you!  I know more about this than anyone in the room!"
6.  "You, President?  This is the greatest country in the world.  We've got a whole system set up to prevent people like you from becoming President.  Quit your daydreaming, melonhead!"
7.  "We should be able to deliver hot bottled water to dehydrated babies."

I was just throwing a ball in my backyard for my dog to chase.  He seems overjoyed.

One year ago today, I did the smartest thing I've ever done in my life.  In front of family and friends, I stepped onto a stage not as a character in a play and I married the girl I was supposed to marry.  It's been a truly blessed year, and my love for her seems to deepen every day.

We had planned on going out of town this weekend, but the whole house buying thing put the kibosh on that.  We're not doing anything fancy (We may go to Target tonight!  Aren't we exciting?) but I think we got each other the best Anniversary present a person could get.  It's the "paper anniversary", so we'll be looking at the deed to our new home.

I Love You, Julie.

I've gotten a lot of grief from someone who I will call "Shmulie" about my love for Krypto, the SuperDog.  She thinks he's "Silly" or "Stupid" or something.

I think this "Shmulie" is nothing but a dirty rotten communist.

And probably Muslim, too.

Holy Crap.  I own a house.

Before I listen to all the analysis, I thought I'd give my completely biased review of tonight's debate:

Obama:  Specific, specific, specific

McCain: Inspirational Story.  Lie about Obama.

Obama: Rebuttal of lie.  Specific, specific, specific.  Lie about McCain?

McCain: No rebuttal of possible lie (must not have been, I guess)  Inspirational story.  Lie about Obama.

(Repeat for 90 minutes)

McCain looked befuddled and incapable.  One brief detour to crazy town, which was entertaining.  Obama said everything I've been saying for 8 years.

Holy Crap.  I own a house.

I used to have this picture that I kept in my heart.  Most of the time, I didn't even know it was there.  I'd come across it while looking for an old receipt or a pencil or a lighter or something, and it would always surprise me.  "I still have this?"  Sometimes I was glad to see the picture, and sometimes I was pissed, but I always stared at it until time lost all meaning and I totally forgot what I was looking for.  That picture got me through some tough times.  That picture got me through some good times.

That picture got awfully faded.  It was so stained with my fingerprints that you couldn't tell what it was a picture of if you saw it.  It was tattered and beaten and timeworn all to hell the last time I saw it, so I threw it away.  I watched the garbage truck mash it up and take it to the landfill.  That picture brought me nothing but heartache! So full of Hope, and Love, and Dreams, and Fingerprints!  Good riddance.

I've been digging around, preparing to move (for the last time, please, yes, the last time) and damn it all, but that picture is everywhere! Under papers in my desk.  Between DVDs. Taped to the bottom of my sock drawer.  Under the ballcap I wear every day.  I must have made copies when I wasn't looking.  I must have been smarter than I thought I was.  I must have been Me all along.

It's not a bad picture, who knew?  A snapshot, really.  Lighting could be better.  It definitely ain't Art.  But it's mine.  My picture.  Not bad at all.  Now  I get to see what it's like to live in that picture, and that's all I've ever really wanted.