Post Thanksgiving Blog-In

Well Thanksgiving went well. Stephanie and I saw pretty much the whole family at my sister's place in Canton. Everyone congratulated us for getting married and my sister even presented us with an engagement cake. That cake tasted good too.

Stephanie and I set the big date for October 15, 2004! Mark your calendar. The ceremony will probably be at 2:00 pm. The location is currently a secret.

We saw the Incredibles over the weekend. What a great movie. I couldn't help but wonder what elastigirl could do in the sack.

Back to work on Monday sucked pretty bad. My sleep schedule wasn't cooperating and I felt like a zombie all day. To make matters worse, I sat with my boss for most of the afternoon to write a test report. I was so ready to crash when I finally made it home at 7:30. hmmm.... speaking of sleep, I'm currently falling into a somberous daze. Work was better today, but I'm still catching up for Monday.

Time to blog off.

Marriage, Savannah and Cats

Okay big news! On Friday I took Stephanie to Il Pasticcio in downtown Savannah and popped the question. She accepted so we are planning to get hitched this coming October.

Really the coolest part was after dinner we sat for a while on a park bench in Chippewa square to hang around. The weather was really great and the moment made me feel really good about marrying stephanie and moving to Savannah with her.

Saturday we went shopping for Stephanie's engagement setting and stopped by the massive catholic cathedral downtown. That place is massive and ornate! They spared no cost putting the place together. Inside there are columns that extend 35 ft upward to support arched gothic celings. There is gold leafing, marble, stained glass, and hardwood everywhere. Probably some of the best architechture in Savannah. There was something erie about the place, though....you could almost make out the screams of a young boy being molested in the basement.

We also visited the old graveyard a few blocks away (I can't remember the name, but it's the really old one everyone knows). We saw lots of grave sites from the 1780's which was pretty cool. The graves were cool, but I kept having images of playing paintball amidst the grave stones. (paintballs smashing everywhere!! Karate kicking ancient headstones in half in order to kill thy enemy!!!) My destructive side is alive and well and fortunately didn't manifest itself.

Saturday night and Sunday Steph and put up panelling in our bathroom. It turned out okay and I think it will look nice after we paint some blemishes and put out some white caulk to cover my lack of carpentry skill. After finishing the work, I used the facilities to test it out. Nothing fell off the wall so I figure it should hold up to hurricane force winds.

In my last post I pretty much slammed dogs as the wretched and uncivilized beasts that they are. Out of fairness, I thought I would add a few thoughts to the whole pet topic, this time speaking of cats.

Now I could spend a few hours rationalizing why cats are so much smarter than dogs. But in reality, my experience tells me that cats aren't all that sly. While dogs have the intelligence of a retarded child, I think cats are more akin to the intelligence of a somber house plant. This fact is actually one of the cool things about cats. Instead of jumping around like a wild beast, cats are cool and standoffish. They simply aren't smart enough to require very much human stimulation. So there is very little blabbering and pandering. The cats just keep to themselves, which is really a great quality. Come to think of it, Cats' stupidity can actually be a source of comic relief. My cat, Chenzo, likes to chase after balls and I got a great idea when chenzo and I were hanging out in the loft one night. I wanted to see if Chenzo would chase after the ball if I threw it over the loft railing. Well he did, and fortunately I caught him midair before he carreened to the floor 12 feet below.

It's amazing darwin didn't do away with cats eons ago, but I think they are really great pets for people who don't care for panting, slobbering retards.

Jumpin' on the Bandwagon

I first heard the word 'blog' probably a year and a half ago on some nerd website and just passed it off for cyber-geek types who are too introverted for normal social interaction.

Well here I am. I am a newly born nerd jumping on the blog bandwagon. I do have to say, the popularity of blogs definetly influenced my decision to infest this crooked corner of cyberspace. I got into reading my brother's blog and a few friends' and I sort of liked the chance to keep up with people without the effort of actually interacting. It's so marvelously dysfunctional, I had to have my piece of it. Maybe this is social interaction for the TV generation...just sit back and read. Little effort required.

So where to pick up? What to rant about?....afterall ranting is what blogs are all about, right?

Here's a few topics I'm considering discussing over the next couple of blogs:
Blowing up chickens, and why it's the fun thing to do;
Getting Married and maybe some other philosophical stuff;
Flatulation: so common yet so taboo.
Ranting about Southern conservatives (bound to be a topic at some point);
My career or lack thereof and where I should go with it;

Putting this list together, I'm not quite sure what I want this blog to become. I could use this space as a diary, a philosophical rant or even as a creavite outlet for comedy. Who knows?

But right now is time for comedy!!

I don't know what started the whole idea of keeping dogs as a cool pet but I think the idea is a pretty lousy one. For one, dog's are not a clean animal. They drool. They snivel. They fart. These are not qualities I would choose for an object of affection, let alone as my 'best friend'. I think what bothers me most about dogs is the fact that they essentially resemble retarded humans walking on all four's with a choke chain. Really dogs are pretty stupid creatures and their intelligence is pretty inline with that of a retarded child. They grunt, they drool, they fetch the paper, if you are lucky they defecate in the designated areas. Why people elect to harbor these sniveling, retarded creatures in their home, I will never know.

Now what I really can't get over is people who drive around town with the head of one of these retarded beasts hanging out the window of their car. If walking around town with a retard on a leash weren't bad enough they choose to showcase these works of drooling flem at high rates of speed for all the world to be disgusted by. If you had a retarded child--let's just call him mongo--would you let mongo hang his head out the window to drool all over god's earth?

The scariest part of the whole dog's-head-out-the-window is my deep rage that is invoked by these filthy beasts. It's a feeling that makes me grit my teeth; a hatred so fierce I cannot bear to look away from this spectacle. I fear that one day this hatred could grow into more than just a fierce hatred.....A day where I retrofit a 'dog-club' onto the side of my truck and then drive through the night seeking to rid the world of wind-blown dog-head.

I sense a therapy session coming on.