oh, the tragedy of being too busy to update your blog regularly...

i weep, i weep...

i looked out my window this morning to see a gleaming object hanging from a tree; on closer inspection, i found it to be this clock. apparently someone really didn't want to get up this morning.

this morning i woke up to find that the angel of death had visited my house during the night, and when it departed it took my dear hamster clint eastwood with it. poor little clint was as stiff as a board this morning when i tried to roust him up for his morning medicine.

*an ode*
clint was a good little hamster, though he never really warmed up to anyone and consistently had the worst hamster haircut in town. all he thought of was escape, and it was only when the reality of his situation finally took hold that his spirit was broken. i am convinced that he died willingly, as the only means of transcending the steel bars and plastic that confined his tiny little body. oh clint, why could you never embrace your place in this universe? why could you never groom yourself so as to not look like albert einstein? why, oh why, were you so human?



i shall mourn at least a day before choosing a successor, for the line of clint eastwoods must be continued...he would have wanted it that way.

last night i bought a couple more of these dudes; these little dunnys are my new favorite collectible object. they're so cute and not-cuddly, but still cool. they come in packages that conceal their identity until you open the box; you never know which on you're buying. it's quite a gamble to say the least. with only 20 or so design options, your likelihood of unwittingly buying duplicates is rather high. as i've been purchasing them i've felt i rush that i haven't felt since i used to blow all my lawn mowing money on these:



that, in case you are not saavy, is my box of star wars ccg tournament decks. i pulled these bad boys out of my closet yesterday in a fit of nostalgia; ah, 7th and 8th grade were some of the finest for me. i remember sitting in card shops all across the tri-state area (well...mostly texas. and one in louisiana.) and playing hour-long games with other pale, glasses-wearing fellows. and their fathers. there was something alluring to the strategy inherent in the game, where you created your own 60 card deck and pitted your instinct and style against anothers. i now recognize what a slave i was to the marketing back then, since to construct my two perfect stacks of 60 i bought about 4000 cards. but heck, i was in 7th grade; it's not like i had to pay for car insurance. i'm afraid that if i still played this game (which, i found out after a google search today, was retired a good half-decade ago) i would be looked upon as a super nerd not worthy of my excellent music library, but man...it might be worth it. star wars cards is freakin fun.



...i shall keep this sacred box in a dust-free place until the time is right for its unearthing.





...stop judging me.

i've commented on my own post below, if you anyone even cares. i probably should have just made another entry or something.


oh well.

*edit*
after an evening of retrospect, i have decided that it is not quite a fair statement to say that perry definitely has my vote. it is safer to say that bell, strayhorn and friedman definitely do not. though i tend to think of myself as libertarian, i have yet to do any serious research into this election's libertarian candidate. unfortunately, i also tend to think of myself as a realist. however, i shall do a bit of reading and continue to weigh my options.


ps. my knees hurt REAL BAD.

today i attended our wonderful state fair of texas. it was a spectable to behold, as it has been for the last 20 years i have attended. this evening the live music of oklahoma band 'cross canadian ragweed' rolled itself through the corridors and byways of fair park in dallas, and these rollicking tunes inspired me to make a list.

a list of the top ten things i hate.

1. snobbish elitism
2. country music
3. unnecessary criticism
4. country music
5. country music
6. country music
7. absurd lavishness
8. country music
9. country music
10. frat boy clothes


perhaps i should have made this list at a point when i was less...influenced by my surroundings.


last night i watched the texas 'gubernatorial' debates (yes, that's actually what they were called) which pitched our four major contendors for governor against each other in a question-answer-rebuttel format. i watched mostly to see our two independant candidates and listen to what they had to say; friedman and strayhorn have been causing quite a raucus with their independent tendancies in this steadfastly conservative state.

however, both of these candidates absolutely bumbled their way through the debate with hardly a hint of cohesiveness and more than a hint of pure ignorance about texas politics and the general "realistic-ness" of anything that they were proposing to do for texas. kinky regularly would stray from questions concerning public education and property taxes to (inevetably) the alamo or general travis while gesturing grandly with the cigar that he obviously would never be allowed to light, while strayhorn routinely tried to deflect questions she didn't know the answer to onto entirely unrelated tangents. She also didn't know the name of Mexico's newly elected president. That might be a handy thing to know if you are governor of Tejas.

candidate bell, the democratic candidate, came off as likable but entirely too rehearsed. everything that came out of his mouth sounded like he had written it, had his wife edit, and rewritten it especially for the occasion. i appreciated his views on public education but anything else was lost in his constant reiterations of "when i am governor of texas" or "when i am texas governor" and other slight variations on that rather tiresome theme. the only candidate that really came of as comfortable and slightly competant for the post was incumbant governer perry. not quite what i was expecting.

oh well. though i wish his views on public education standards were a bit higher, i was fine with everything else governer perry said. plus, he came across as neither an addled ignoramus nor a well-mannered robot. i guess he has my vote once again. i was really hoping that one of the independents would come through for me this year, but alas, i am not impressed. sorry kinky and strayhorn; next time you might want to do some google searches on "texas history and politics" or perhaps "linear arguments" before you go on tv to declare your overwhelming desire and clear qualifications to be governer of the second largest state in the union. then, round out your preparation with a brief query into "not talking gibberish." oh, i forgot; apparently kinky hates the internet. won't touch the stuff. thinks it's the "devil."



i guess he'll need to get someone to do his googling for him.

well, i just bought some new kicks. they should be splendid for my stand-up-all-day employments.

last night i dreamed that i was a large nigerian man with a bum right arm and a lovely accent. in my dream i liked to go up to kids and show them my arm; it was really short and i could only wiggle my fingers, i couldn't move my shoulder or elbow or anything. it was quite a novelty to the youngsters. when i woke up i was laying on my right arm and it was completely asleep. i could only wiggle my fingers; i couldn't move my arm. weird.



...but why was i a large nigerian man in the first place?