Save Lando

think i’ve pushed through my little bout of the clout. yay?

ok, so i work with some people that are just plain fucking crazy. seriously. the cranky old guy that named his penis ‘buford’, has fallen completely off the world. i expect a certain amount of hesitance when change confronts you at a certain age. particularly in politics. i think the quote from him was “I’M NOT VOTING FOR ANYONE NAMED HUSSEIN TO BE MY PRESIDENT!!! SADDAM HUSSEIN.” i think that comment started my facial tick (kidding, maybe). after his little diatribe about obama being the antichrist and the bible getting the area of the world correct in nailing it, he told me how the economy here in the u.s. could have been fixed. thats right, his fullproof plan to get america on the right track was ignored by our states reps (who he decided to keep writing letters to, to chide them for not listening to him). “SEE, YOU KNOW THAT 700 BILLION DOLLAR BAILOUT? WE HAVE ABOUT THAT MANY PEOPLE IN THE US, RIGHT? IF THEY WOULD HAVE JUST GIVEN ANYONE OVER THE AGE OF 18 A MILLION DOLLARS, THIS WHOLE SITUATION WOULD BE OVER WITH!!!” (and i’m using caps for him because he doesnt really do anything quietly, or without an extreme amount of emphasis). he pretty much glared at me when i said “or how about just taxpayers over 18, right?” which was kind of a stab, knowing that he doesnt pay his taxes, and hasnt for two decades. give everyone a million bucks. brilliant idea, i’m sure that would do wonders for the country, and not at all cause some sort of insane inflation issue. i’d love nothing more than to go to mcdonalds for my nugget fix and spend 600 dollars doing so. what the fuck am i spending? lira?

ah, to live in oklahoma, where people like this are more the rule than the exception. thats not to say i havent met some really cool people lately who seem to have functioning matter. not a day goes by where i don’t get asked at work by customers who i’m voting for. i am honest about it and usually say something to the effect of “i’m an obama guy.” you should hear some of the responses. my favorite so far was “oh… i’ll pray for you then.” it mixed my two favorite things, religion and idiocy (not mutually exclusive). i got a “well, if you served in the military, you’d think differently”. which i can say is absolutely true, perhaps not in the way i vote, but in the way i would do what was commanded to me (be it by an officer, my preacher, and good ole jesus himself). i think it was the tone that bothered me. like no one i ever cared about put their life on the line for this country and it’s ideals. what an asshole. i sound really bitter today, whats with that? maybe i’m the asshole, but whatever.

i’m going on vacation in a couple of days, so wish me well. my mother has decided to fly in also, and after a couple days of apologizing to Loops beforehand, maybe we’ll still come back a couple. what was going to be a fairly easygoing week is turning into something that might might drive everyone nearby completely and totally insane. if there’s some sort of natural disaster located around the seattle area next week, you’ll know in a roundabout way what happened.

so like always, it’s been awhile. never seem to find the time or want to post in this thing anymore, perhaps its just not as exciting as i’d like it to be. also, i’ve been having some bad luck runs lately, and i don’t want to use this as a forum to bitch about everything in my life.

a couple of posts ago i mentioned that my puter’s hard drive melted, so i went out and spent some cash getting a whole new pc. well last week, the new hard drive took a dump, and they replaced it. so all the time i spent getting the other one up to speed was for naught. i’m slowly but surely working on this new one, but as i’ve only had a couple days, things are slow going. also, my zune has decided to expire also. i’ve told loopy that anything she deems important electronically should be moved away from my person. it’s fairly obvious that i kill machines lately. so thats some ass, eh?

only a few weeks left until i brave the friendly skies to washington. my sister and loopy are going also, so things wont be completely insane (yeah right). and something my sister brought up recently has stuck in my head after working very hard not to think about it. odds are, this might be the last time i get to visit her. her health doesnt seem to be going too well, and the parkinsons only seems to get worse. its a thought that puts me on the verge of tears when i focus on it, so i’m trying my best not to think about it.
in fact, im trying my best not to think about anything lately. think i’ve been suffering from some sort of mild depression. mostly causing everyone to ask me “are you ok?”. is there really an answer for that? holy crap, it’s bummer city up in this piece. just wait though, it gets worse!

i also, while in the north, get to meet Loopy’s father. he lives not far from my grandmother, and is pretty right wingy/nra-y. so i’m looking forward to that. hopefully he likes sports and i can just go there instead of anywhere we might have differences. but, as i am just told, he is not voting for mccain. which blows my mind, and gives me a slight tinge of hope for a paragraph or two. yay! not sure how the week we’re spending will be divided, and i’m starting to feel the pangs of my grandmother not having the net. maybe i have problems. HEY! you go a week without!

you know whats weird? i wanted to pull down my post a few hours after i posted it. i usually refrain from going all gung-ho politics in this corner, so when i start getting all worked up like that, it felt very strange to be writing about it. i’m pretty sure most people that read this blog feel the same way i do about this years election, so it was probably unnecessary. i was proud of the pic/pic quote combo, though. i felt like i had something to write about, that i am passionate about, to a certain degree. on the same hand, there was not nearly enough dick and/or fart jokes.

and some more news, a friend of mine’s son is dead. while his momma was at work, he somehow got ahold of a loaded gun at grandmas house and managed to shoot himself in the head. he was 3 years old. was pretty much a horrible day, first having it happen, then being wrenched everytime you had to see it on the news (which was about 12 times). i cant even imagine what shes going through, her child was her world. its strange being on the sidelines for something like that, you want so bad to help and try to make things better, but realize theres ultimately nothing you can really do.