Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The fucking street sweeper

It's the first Tuesday of the month. That means street sweeping time. It also means I'm gonna owe the city ten bucks. This time I was ready for them . He usually trys to fuck me early like before ten or so, and I knew this. He lost the element of surprise, and surprise was crucial to victory. So as I triumphantly watched this behemoth of a vacuum suck up the last of the spiky gumballs from the gutter I felt good. I hate pissing away ten bucks a month. So I pulled my care along side my somewhat clean gutter and headed in to watch the Price is right. (Did I mention I'm still at home with a F'ed up back?)
About a half an hour later Carl starts barking, I look out the window and the fuckin city is giving me and JEN A CITATION!
I'm like, what the fuck. The sweeper already came by. Notice the somewhat damp and dishelved gutter. He said, "sign says no parkin'." It was on . I could bore you with the play by play. But the gist is I got fucked by a fat Biz Mark E looking meter maid to the tune of twenty ducates. This city sucks.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

A talk with Misha

I work with a guy who came to America 5 or 6 years ago. He is Ukrainian and very smart and well read. We were looking through the paper this morning and there was a story about the holocaust. He wanted to know why there was such an outpouring of sentiment for the Jews who died as opposed to the relative obscurity surrounding the millions of others, mainly Russians, who also perished. I could not convince this man that there was a difference. It's estimated that 60 million people died during WWII, of that number only about 35 to 40% were soldiers. The rest were civilians. I got a strong feeling that this man was anti-Semitic, and was upset that the main focus of everyone was on how much the Jews suffered.
I do no want to belittle their plight or side with my racist co worker, but in a way he is right. There are a lot of other people who suffered as bad or worse. The Chinese suffered just as bad or worse in the Rape of Nanking under the Japanese. The indigenous people of countless little islands in the Pacific were used as slave labor only to be wiped out once they were not useful any longer. German civilians died by the tens of thousands. 100,000 alone in Dresden. The fire bombing of Japan killed millions. Millions of Russians were slaughtered by the advancing Germans in the early years of the war. I don't really know why my Russian friend was upset with the attention the holocaust garners, other than the fact he just doesn't like the Jews. I asked him if he thought the whole thing was made up and he said no, it probably happened. But he said the number of those killed had to be exaggerated. I think there is a big difference from the way the Russians and German civilian population died and the way the Chinese and the European Jews died. The Germans and the British and the Russian and to some extent the Japanese civilians died as a byproduct of the war. The Chinese and the Jews died because of hate and bigotry.
Mischa is going to bring in some of his Russian textbooks for me to look at. I guess everybody's view on history is molded by who is doing the teaching.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Saturday morning

My computer says it's 8 degrees outside. Still no snow. That's bullshit, if it's gonna be this f'en cold I want some snizzow. I know it's probably played to put the izzle on words. Oh well.
We ate dinner at Tanner B's last night. My meatloaf and mashers was the usual great, but Jen wasn't to crazy about the California Burger. It was supposed to be a veggie burger but she said it tasted a little bland and to much like hummus. The fucker was taupe, man. Service was passable. It seems they have a policy there that the wait staff can decide on their own if you will get what you ordered and last night it was a "no". I didn't want the won-tons anyway. Won-tons.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Our Dog Carl



He's not missing an eye, he's just winking at all the bitches out there. If he could comprehend that I have no visitors to this site he probable wouldn't wink.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Broke Back Mountain

I have been reading a lot of blogs lately and though I am a relative late bloomer to the technology I don't want this thing to turn into some narcassitic rant or self glorifying diary of my great ideas and genius wit.

I have a herniated disc in my lower back and it is a major pain in the ass. Not so much that I am missing work. It has more to do with the stuff I've been doing around the house. My wife has been swamped at her job so I have been helping her out. If we ever throw a kid into the mix we're proper screwed. I have been really running around doing shit and I don't have anything to show for it. I mean I'm getting piddily shit done, an errand here and there, but it's been a lot of nothing really. On another note, the shows on TV in the a.m. are mind numbing at best, thank God for the internet and Vicodin. Just kidding about the Vike.

Anyway, I'm gonna give this thing a try.

I think I'm lactose intolerant

I ate cheese.
big problems.
Now I'm hungry again.