A Curly Photo & How I Spent My Weekend

As Kenny's dad from South Park said (paraphrased), "You know, weekends are meaningless to the unemployed." :)

Okay, so... after 31.3 hours of wakefulness, I finally went to bed around 18:30 CST, after speakin' to Sallyh -- just wanting to check in with her, y'know. I haven't been online enough to feel reassured, so I spent the money, and made the call.

Then, at 22:50, the megawatt bass kickers fired up underneath me, physically pulsating my bed in a most sickening manner. Gotdamned fuckin' inconsiderate shitbag neighbors. Jeebus on a Klipsch cabinet -- despite my guitars, basses, amps and whatnot, I have never once cranked anything up to the level where these assholes would ever hear it -- and at the loudest I've ever been, other than walking across the floor, it sure the fuck wasn't after 8 p.m., at the very latest (nor earlier than maybe 11 a.m.). People need their quiet time, even when they aren't sleeping, no? It's called respect. If you can't live without kickin' it at 11 p.m. with your subwoofers, buy or rent a fucking house out in the fucking sticks, people. I've been there, and occasionally did that, when that was the case. I'd never dream of subjecting my other condo-dwellers to my favorite tunes at 11:00 any night.

I was so exhausted, but there was no way could I go back to sleep with this bass drum resonating in my lungs as I lay in my own bed. I very politely spoke to the guy once about this (and the door-slamming, etc.) when he was out walking his dog, about two months ago, and he seemed very sympathetic, apologizing, etc. Long-tolerant prick that I've been, I decided, "fuck it" -- and I called the non-emergency line to the Metro cops. In the meantime, I went outside to see if I could talk to the responding officer(s); I wanted to let them know (exactly as I had told this guy a couple of months ago) that I don't care if these folx want to crank it for hours every day, at any reasonable hour -- they almost never do this for more than an hour or so at a time, at any point in the day or night, but I didn't feel like I needed to wait them out at 11:00 on a Saturday night with less than five hours sleep under my belt in the previous 36. So, I waited outside, and I caught some waves so I could bitch to y'all, briefly. The cops came and went without my having noticed (not surprising, given my sleep-deprived status), but when I went back in, it was quiet as a 13th Century church downstairs, so I'm pretty certain the cops had, indeed, stopped by. They probably came around the other side of the building, and rang the bell, rather than pounding on the door with their flashlights, like ya see on TV. :)

So, by 23:20 or so, I was back in my snuggly spot, with Curly on the corner of the bed, as usual. I turned on the TV, set the sleep timer for 30 minutes, and only recall about the next 15 seconds of whatever was on TV (some commercial promoting a primetime NBC program for next week, it seems). I was unconscious until 7:45 this morning. Ahhh. Pretty well-rested, but it was a bitch to finally fully awaken. It always is after a good sleep, no? More importantly, I was awake at a decent hour, and will be up even earlier Monday. Yes! Mission Accomplished!

I had a tall glass of water, started the coffee, jumped in the shower, and at precisely 7:59, sat down with my first cuppa and switched on the dying Sony to watch and/or listen* to the pre-election edition of Faux Noose Sundae, hosted by Mike Wallace's GOP kiss-ass son. I didn't see or hear anything particularly remarkable, there -- I thought House Majority Leader Boner's misrepresentation of congressional Democrats being against the DHS in their voting was a spit take -- of course, he didn't mention that the Dems were the ones who came up with the idea for DHS in the first fucking place, and that the Bush administration fought it every step of the way until it was obvious that Joe Loserman was going to introduce the bill to create it in the Senate. They, they went preemptive, and snuck in that anti-union, anti-whistleblower-protection shit that eventually became law, against Dem opposition on precisely those specific points. That's the kind of thang what makes me wanna move to D.C., and actively seek out mendacious asses in which to plant my pointy-toed Tony Lamas. Of course, Chris Wallace just wiped his chin afterward, and asked if Boner thought the GOPers could hang onto the House, or some such knob-friendly softball of a question. Fuck both of them with a rusty, well-salted auger bit -- especially Boner, but Chris Wallace? The Duck Pit awaits your stale-bread-encrusted ass. Prepare.

The next hour, I flipped between the three biggies. The only remarkable thang I saw (other than all three biggies pontificating on what Saddam's death sentence portended for the election) was Timmeh about to melt down... and what caused that? It was because Liz Dole doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. She wouldn't let that admittedly-odious dick, Rahm Emmanuel, get a fucking word in, edgewise. I was still disappointed in Timmeh's response, which should have gone more like this: "Senator Dole, if you will not let Mr. Emmanuel respond to your inflammatory statement, uninterrupted, I will have to ask you to leave." And then, when she continued to act like a child, pull a Bill O'Really on her ass -- cut her fuckin' mic. Seriously! Were there any 20 consecutive seconds in that segment where she wasn't trying to interrupt and out-talk Emmanuel when he had the floor? Fuck, no, there weren't. Why does anyone tolerate that childish shit? There's absolutely no reason for her to ever be invited on Press The Meat ever, again. I saw a YouTube clip from one of the cabloids where she pulled this same shit in the past week or so on another Dem. Lissen up, LIBERAL MEDIA! You don't have to book Liz Dole as a guest, motherfuckers! Instead, book ReNAMBLAcans (or preferably, actual sane conservatives) who can demonstratively behave (at least nominally) in a civil fashion, and tell people like Dole to fuck straight the fuck off from here on out, eh?

The only good to take from this little incident is, 1.) it shows the rather obvious ReNAMBLAcan desperation at this late hour, and; 2.) it really fires up the Dem opposition to hear someone behave like a total, uncivilized ass, as Dole did. Thanks, Liz -- I think you just helped Dem turnout Tuesday by at least 3%. Cheney, on ABC, helped by another 3-4%, insinuating that he would be unresponsive to Congressional subpoena. These fuckers surely believe they are gonna burn, and they are pants-shittingly afraid of such prospects... as well they should be. You can just envision them booking their flights to Paraguay in the next 60 days, can't ya? I know I can. What could be better than such absolute proof of the spinelessness of these cowards who're running this country into the ground? "Go-go Gadget Chinese Extraction Unit, and on to the Hague!" sez I. ;) That's what I wanna see in the history texts in 2007, and evermore. Drive a stake in their hearts, and nail those coffins forever shut.

Since it's the Sunday before the most important election in my lifetime, thus far, I leave you with this photo of faith, hope and love, which I took yesterday, 11/04/2006, on Charlotte Avenue (and I'm sure Harold Ford, Jr. would approve this message... however, I somehow doubt Chimpy would ever attend services at this particular Methodist house of worship). It lifted my spirits, and I hope it will raise yours:

I'm going to seek out the pastor of this church in the coming week, to see what we together might accomplish towards finding me employment with an ethical employer. The signs outside this church have been remarkably resonant with my wouldview in the last few months -- it's located across the street from the Richland Branch of the NPL, so I see the sign on a regular basis.

We're in the home stretch. Please -- git yo' ass to the polls, folx! You know what's at stake, so there's no excuse. NEVER SURRENDER. Not even if you have a good feeling about your particular races. Do it anyway. Just Do It.
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* Remarkably, the TeeBee behaved perfectly for the full two-hour bobblehead block, after which I shut it down. I was hoping to watch The McLaughlin Group at 12:30, and indeed, I was able, but the funky video issue took place about ten minutes after that, while I was watching (then listening) to the Titans@Auggy's team game... not that I missed anything there, either. ;) I'm actually still listening to the Denver/Pittsburgh game even now, at 16:35... the worst thang about the TV problem is actually seeing it occur; I'll post a simulation to show you why it kinda makes your heart skip a beat when it happens. Once that's over with, though, I find it just as rewarding to use the thing as a radio, for following a football game, or listening to asshat pundits, really, as I explained last night.