tea parties

Also... You tea party mother fuckers are stupid. MOST of your taxes should be lower now... The original tea party had no problem with taxation. Only taxation w/o representation. You voted. You have representation. Or maybe you're just bitter that your party finally got the boot. And you're hypocritical. Where were you when bush was spending the country into the ground? I guess you were too busy telling us that Iraq was going "swimmingly" and that it wasn't about the oil. I've read dozens of webpages about what these things are supposed to mean and what you're trying to accomplish, and they all stink of bitter beans. You don't even know what you're doing. You're just mad that you had an 8 year run and chose the dumbest mother fucker in the world to lead it and now you've got to let the other side try something for a change. It wouldn't suck so much had you also been out in force when the cowboy-in-chief was spending all of our money, but you weren't. Somehow it's ok to blow our wad on starting a war so trigger-happy-george could get his rocks off, but you have a problem with spending money in an effort to solve our domestic problems? Fuck you. Sore. Losers.

...Our Velocity!

"I've tried too long to grow again into the world and now I'm being sent back. I don't want to remove myself again. I spent so long away and finally rejoined the world and now I can't be here. It's too much to walk around with this skin and this blood - it all hisses at me. I sink into my blood and it hisses at me."

Brilliant, really. Who thinks they have the right to paint such vivid pictures of human emotions with nothing but the swirl of a little black ink on an off-white page? The interior monologues so often take things you've pictured in your mind before but never had the words to describe... even to yourself... It's pretty amazing. Some criticisms were saying that Eggers can't write about anything but his own life in any way that engages the reader. To say the least, I find that hard to understand.

The music is my life. Everybody dance now. (x3)

From September 2007 to March 2009. Finance Charges Paid = $203.75 The sad thing is that I don't even have the data from when I bought my guitar on this card. Although, come to think of it... I think I paid that off before the finance charges accrued. Yeah. That's what I'm going with. There's really nothing else to say except that now that I have a bunch of instruments, I'm here to combine beats and lyrics to make you shake your pants. Take a chance, come on and dance. Guys grab a girl; don't wait, make the twirl. It's your world and I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut to move your butt to the dance floor. *sigh* Poetry...

suffer for fashion.

From November 2007 to February 2009. Finance Charges Paid = $21.51 I'm not even pretending this one is going to remain at zero. For all your 1994 fashion needs, shop Kohl's. Now that I've revealed my secret to everyone, perhaps I should go buy this stock instead. Not that I'm worried. It's not what you wear, it's how you wear it. And no one poses like me.

drive away, Drive Card

From June 2008 to February 2009. Finance Charges Paid = $61.44 at least this was because my car was completely broken. just think tho... Instead of giving Citi my $61.44, I could have purchased 61.44 shares of stock. And, as of today, I would have made $41. Hilarious, kind of. uhm... I blame george bush. for... something. Ah! For making Kelly Clarkson get fatter, which caused America to stop spending, which caused Citi to crash, which is going to make the Saudis mad, which will jack the oil prices, which will... shit. That just leads back to Kelly getting fatter. DAMN YOU george bush! but Brotha' Fred likes the bootyliciousness, so maybe I'm on the wrong side of this thing...

Suck it, Providian

From March 2002 to March 2009. Finance Charges Paid = $4,586.03 Fuck you, Providian. *chop chop* and good riddance. (and thank you, First Time Home Buyer's Credit)

Michael Phelps should smoke MORE pot.

And I will eat fewer Kellogg's products.

letters

I'm having trouble putting together the login script and the forum on Dustin's webpage, and I was trying to read some forum posts to see if I could find some help. I guess that, due to something I was reading, I made a sad face b/c the bartender was concerned. As much as a bartender could be concerned. I wasn't really sad, but I got to thinking how things I have read on the computer screen have definitely made me sad in the past. And then about how strange that is. Someone somewhere pressed certain buttons in a particular order that caused all these little electrical pulses which caused certain letters to appear on the page, which were turned back into little electrical pulses that were sent to my computer and then reimagined as those same letters in that same particular order. I'm definitely applying ideas of randomness to acts of intent... And I'm anthropomorphizing they keys on the keyboard Thinking that somehow all of those interactions and conversions surely didn't happen perfectly. Something must have gotten lost. Or, perhaps more to the point, how easy would it have been to simply push four more of those buttons... "n-o-t-[space]" Or whatever it might have been. I have nothing particular in mind. It's not the first time I've thought something similar and now I'm sitting in the bar waiting on some stuff to upload so, I dunno... I figured I'd write it out. The act of pushing (or not pushing) those particular buttons in that particular order is so easy. Changing it would be so easy. And couldn't you... you know... just not push those buttons? The act is so easy, and the results of the actions of pushing buttons can be so... hmmmm... far reaching? E-Mail isn't really fair. People should be forced to use a pencil and a piece of paper for anything more significant than, "which bar will you be visiting this evening?" Excuse me... bartender? Another Guinness, please.