I find your lack of faith....Disturbing

Just did one of those internet quiz things, and it called me a modernist. That's one of the people who believe that science can and will prove most things, that there is a rational explanation for most questions (except the fat chick - spandex one, see previous post.), and basically saying I believe there is no God.
I'm on the fence on that one.
On one hand it would be an amazing coincidence that from swirling gas and cosmic dust you can have things like mountains and trees and hummingbirds and Tim Hortons Coffee, but if there is a God, then why the crack-whores and serial killers and sad, lonely people who hang out at the local McDonald's all day long drinking coffee after shitty coffee.
I think there is a God, He's just doing a really shitty job.
Like a newbie left to run things by themselves with no guidance, no matter how lucky, bad shit's gonna happen, and if you just look the other way and ignore it, then it will get better on it's own. (Or so they hope.)
Somebody needs to do a evaluation on this supreme being, but who? He's got no boss, unless God's got a wife, and in that case she's probably bitching at him enough as it is.
("Why did you put the Israelis with the Muslims?" "I think that there should be more kittens!" "Let me design another animal, didn't you see how well my platypus turned out?" "Why did you invent silicone? Are my breasts not big enough?")
Poor bastard.
Am I having a lapse of faith?
Does it really matter?
Or am I just way to tired to care?

Question Period

Answer me this... Why do the poorest, dirtiest people you see (at least in this part of the world) always seem to have a dog for a pet. I mean it's got to be hard enough finding shelter, food, booze and crystal meth for yourself, forget about stuff for the dog. How do you split it up?
"Let's see, I've got 3 moldy potatoes, a bit of rancid beef and some dirty water from a storm drain. What's Patches gonna eat?"

Of all the women you see this time of year, why do the fat ones always wear the spandex?
Lets be realistic, does nobody have a mirror anymore? Do you not notice that you have to stuff your cellulite into the legs on your shorts like a chef stuffs a turkey? Except the truth - Diet Coke is not the answer to your problem, put the hot dog down and go for a jog.
Or a run.
Or a walk.
Just not to the Dairy Queen.

Commitment

I thought it would be easy.
I thought the words would flow like water from the river that is my brain.
I thought I'd have all kinds of time to write what I want, when I want to write it.

Bullshit.

Try working a full-time job and having a child as well. My days are not my own anymore.
I'm either workin' for the man or watchin' the child. I didn't land on Plymouth rock, shit landed on me. (Wait, wrong metaphor, oh what the hell.)
You know I wanted to be able to write some of the observations and thoughts that I have from time to time, but I usually have those at work, and by the end of the day, I've lost them. Good stuff too. A-list shit, not like the drivel I'm writing now. What did I write about the other day? TEETH, yeah that's it TEETH. who writes about teeth anymore, It's not hip and edgy, nor witty and insightful, but noooo, I have to write about teeth.

I need some new material.

I need to drink and tell you the results.

This Place is Falling Apart.

Just got back from the dentist. Had some work done, still have some more to go.
You know I was one of those people, when I was younger, who would not take care of their teeth for months, and just before the dental checkup, I would give 'em a good scrub, and the dentist would proclaim what lovely teeth I had.
Add 15 years of smoking and rapid, frequent consumption of sugary soft drinks.
Quit the smoking, quit the sodas, and my teeth were looking like shit. Seriously they were quite embarrassing. What to do? I have to get them fixed. I think that it makes a big deal, especially to the opposite sex,when you have a great smile and that had been missing from my arsenal for quite some time.

Maybe when all is said and done I'll post a picture. Or maybe not.

A little off the sides

I have a plan.
Last year in July I weighed 218 pounds. I felt like shit, did not feel good about myself, and just hated the direction I was going in. Then I went on the South Beach Diet. It worked pretty well, I lost some weight, started going to the gym, and was feeling good. I dropped down to around 175 pounds. Then in April I decided for financial reasons to give up my $28/month gym pass and just "do the diet and nutrition" thing. Big mistake. I kept succumbing to temptation and eating the wrong foods and with no set structured exercise, I'm now back to about 185. I think I'll stop the train wreck before it happens. I think that after my birthday, I'll go for the gym again. I really enjoyed it and it made me feel better about myself.
Hopefully I get the results I want.

This is how I roll

Been quite busy lately, what with work and family stuff. The boy has been acting up, which can get kind of frustrating, but he's usually such a good kid that when he does get a little out of sorts, it seems really bad. He's got a cold, so that doesn't make anything better.

My brother called tonight, just wanted my new address to send my birthday card. Yep I'm gonna be 33 next week. It's not so bad, cause I'm a twin and that means I get to share in the depression that is growing older. I don't know what I want or what I want to do for my birthday. I have to work that day, so there's not gonna be any golf or anything, and I have to work the next day, so no partying that night.

I am really itching to go out again. I had such a good time at Joes birthday, it was a good evening all around. There were plenty of opportunities if you know what I mean, although I did not avail myself of them. I think half the fun is knowing that there's somebody out there who in someway finds you attractive. It's that "still got it" vibe. Makes you feel good. As someone great probably once said, catching them is fun, but the real thrill is the chase.

Well I saw it....

So I got to see Revenge of the Sith last night. Got home about 3:00am, was still kinda wired about the whole thing. I thought it tied things up quite neatly,and threaded together the first three movies into the original trilogy. Great grandiose effects and everything you expected the movie to be, including the inevitable cheesy dialogue and slightly uncomfortable love scenes between Natalie Portman & Hayden Christenson.

On another note, the previous days maudlin writings were due to an ex coming back into town. I did not get to see her but just heard from a mutual friend that she was here. I did not try to contact her, although the thought did cross my mind. You have to understand, I have thought about her almost every day for the past 8 years. I may feel like opening up, and relating the story at a later time, we'll wait and see.

So Sleepy...

Zack was in the room at 6:30 this morning. He is starting to get a cold, which means that I will soon have one too. It's the way of life, not much I can do to stop it.

Last night was fun, Keith stopped by as he's going to do some electrical work on the house. We had him over for dinner and Joe showed up to. It's great when friends from different times in my life get along so well. (I've known Keith since high school, and Joe I met at the Arches afterwards.) We're all going to Episode Three tonight. Yes the midnight showing is on! Even though I have to be at work @ 8:30 the next morning I am damn sure to see this movie.

Maybe I'll do a review, maybe just comment on any hot chicks in the audience...

My Boy

You know there's something to be said for being a dad. This morning I wake up to my son tapping me on the shoulder, saying "Dada" and holding on to my housecoat. The fact that he has to bypass his mother completely to get to my side of the bed is somehow a complement to me. Unless it just means he knows I'll get up, then it means I'm trained well.

Zack ( sometimes called "the Boy") is just over 2 years old and is one of the best things in my life right now. I enjoy him so much, even though he can be frustrating at times. I try to be a good dad, although the only way to measure it is to see how he develops as a person, and right now is to early to tell.

More on Zack later.

Star Wars

Hopefully going to see Star Wars episode 3 on Wednesday. Midnight showing baby! Joe will let me know if it's on or not. If this town lames out and only goes for regular showtimes....Well I'd rather be on Naboo getting sexually harassed by Jar-Jar.

I have a lot of hope for this one. I think that Lucas actually had 80% of this one thought up when he made A New Hope. You know the shit the other geeks have been going on about for ages, Obi-Wan and Vader scrapping it out, the emperor taking over the galaxy, that kind of stuff. I just think that was all he had. The shit from Phantom Menace? He had to stretch it out. I actually think that he started with the idea from 3 and had to work backwards until he had reached episode 1. If A New Hope had been numbered 3 instead of 4, I think we would have had two good movies instead of one good (Sith, hopefully), one so-so and that steaming piece of waste called Episode 1

I'll let you know how it turned out.

You gotta start somewhere

First time writing for others to see.. What to say.. You know the random anonymity of the internet seems very freeing, yet the terror that I will say something that will be read by someone I know is somewhat worrisome. How much do I really want to share?