Katrina, Katrina, Go AWAY!

In case you’re wondering, I’m in Jackson.

UPDATE: Wow. This place looks like a war zone, but thankfully everyone of my friends and family are ok. I’ll post more when I get a chance. I have some things to share, but it’ll have to wait.

UPDATE…Latest satellite picture. We’re getting lots of wind now. Forecasters are calling for gusts in the 70-80 mph range, which is enough to knock over trees and cause roof damage. My company is closing at noon and then I’m headed home. I have batteries, canned food, candles, two flashlights, water, and a full tank of gas. Oh, and two fifths of Crown Royal and one fifth of Kettle One vodka.

Keep your fingers crossed, this could be ugly. And say a quick prayer for folks on the Gulf Coast and in Louisiana. They’re getting hammered.



1. If you have a three-legged cat, what would you name it?

2. I can’t paint worth shit. Using my fingers or a brush looks exactly the same.

3. A friend wants to start a blog and asked me for suggestions. Which site(s) would you recommend to a beginner? Not sure if I could host it off of mine here, but if that’s possible, someone let me know.

4. Suggestions are being taken on how to keep a dog from crapping in my yard. I’ve thought of beating the shit out of it’s owners, but they’re old and beating up old people isn’t fun. Non-lethal suggestions are appreciated.

5. Annual fishing trip is scheduled for September 1st and 2nd. Taking both days off, along with Labor Day gives me 5 days off! Wahoo! Plus, I have to take an additional 8 days before Thanksgiving so I don’t lose them. After that, I’ll only have 4 weeks of vacation time left. HAHAHAHA!

6. Um…I can’t think of a number 6. If you do, let me know.

I’m not metro

I used to kid people that I was a metrosexual, until I read the definition at Urbandictionary.com. Let me say this emphatically, I am not metro. I, uh, just have this ‘thing’…

Can I help it if I, uh, have an innate ability to know that a certain color of paint will clash with my brushed nickel faucets. Or, um, that a certain color will not work with a chocolate-brown fabric headboard. Is it my fault that I can rearrange the furniture in my office and come up with a reading area…that would be perfect with a leather club chair, ottoman, and swing-arm lamp? Hell, can’t everybody look at track lighting and know that the lamps should have an amber shade instead of blue? I mean, come on people, it’s not rocket science.

You know what? It’s a gift and who am I to hide those gifts under a bushel? I would be mocking the gods if I didn’t use it. And we all know that I am not a mocker…or a metro.

Tell me why

Can someone tell me why I’m paying $2.36 a gallon for gas? No, really, I have no idea. There’re no hurricanes in the Gulf or Atlantic, there’s no oil refinery fires, there’s not actual shortage that I’m aware of so I’m curious, Dear Reader, as to why gas keeps going up.

The reason I think it’s going up is because there’s a possibility of these things happening so the oil companies are raising prices just in case. And if that’s the case, then what the fuck? Why the hell am I paying now for something that may or may not occur in the future? This is not insurance, this is gas. If I’m completely wrong, then please excuse my ignorance. It’s never occurred to me since gas has always been cheap, relatively speaking. Has the Bush Administration decided to do anything to lower prices or are the oil/gas lobbyists doing a fine job of keeping everyone focused on something else like health care or Social Security?

Speaking of which, is anyone doing anything about either of them? Does anyone care that older folks have to decide whether to buy groceries or medicine? And who in the hell ever heard of taking 17 different prescriptions? That’s what the ex-mother-in-law takes. 17. Any idea how freaking expensive that is? Any idea if anyone is going to do anything besides pay lip service to “The American People” about it? And Social Security? C’mon folks, either decide to save it or do something else. It’s why we elected you. We didn’t elect you to give X million to your state for beaver trapping studies or in my state, $200,000 to construct a bicycle path in Petal, Mississippi (thanks, Trent, much appreciated there, buddy). We put you there to solve the problems, not create more.

I think bringing democracy to other nations is great, but hey, how about focusing a bit more on your own backyard. I’ve recently begun reading the paper again and quickly realized why I stopped in the first place. There are some seriously whacked out, fucked up people in this world. Every day I read about kids killing kids, kids killing adults, adults killing kids, adults killing adults, and I just can’t seem to comprehend all of this stuff. How did we end up here? And please, don’t tell me it’s video games…if I ever heard a bigger bunch of crap in my life, it’s that video games cause kids to kill one another. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard and I don’t care what kind of research you pull out of your ass to show me, I still won’t believe it.

I don’t normally rant about this stuff, but hell, it’s never bothered me before. I guess the closer I get to, gasp, 40, the more the world makes less sense to me. And if you tell me I’m getting like my parents, I’m going to drive to your house and stick a video game up your ass…a non-violent one, of course.

PS – Please don’t tell me the Dems can or will do a better job than the Republicans. I doubt either group really gives a crap about John Q Public because, if they did, this crap would have been resolved a long time ago.

PPS – This is my OPINION…if you don’t like it, that’s fine. Feel free to leave a rebuttal.

Home Sweet Home

I was completely finished moving before 12:30 pm on Saturday. I was completely unpacked (except for my ‘office’) by 10 that same night. When you don’t have a lot of stuff, it’s easy.

So far, I’ve spent about $230 between Home Depot and Lowe’s. For the record, I don’t like Loew’s. Don’t ask me to explain why cause I can’t. I just like Home Depot better. And considering the money I’ve spent with them over the years, they like me too.

Saturday evening found me in the local Wal-Mart, which I will NEVER do again. I’ve never seen so many people in one freakin’ Wal-Mart. I swear, the whole freakin’ town was in there at once.

And can I ask a favor of you, Dear Reader? If you don’t know how to use the self-checkout registers, then get the hell out of the way. How hard is it to scan an item, shove it in the sack, then swipe your card? Apparently it’s much more difficult than I ever imagined.