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Phew now that Earth day is over we can begin the more widely celebrated holiday that lasts all year long: F*ck the Earth Day. I'm leaving a trail of styrofoam peanuts everywhere I go. Are you doing your part? Come on, people! The sooner we destroy the planet the easier it will be for our grandchildren to die a quick, relatively painless death. And by our grandchildren I mean your grandchildren. I'm not such a heartless bastard that I would bring life into this crumbling world of shit knowing full well that we'll soon be short of habitable land and breathable air.

Damn that got a little depressing. Sorry about that, folks. I bounce between having great faith that humanity will put the needs of the Earth above its own instant gratification, then I'm reminded of the stark reality that we are selfish bastards. It's wonderful!

Michael Stipe recently said "If you would have told me in 1973 that in 2008 a black man and a woman running for president would still be a big deal, I would have laughed at you." I still see posters around my schools that have a picture of a 10 year old girl and the caption "When I grow up I want to be the first woman president." Sorry, kid, that's only 40 years away. 'Merica's gotta vote for someone with 9 houses and women can't own property! Oops, that may have changed. I'll check my state legislature this afternoon.

Maybe I'm just pissy. I paid the house note too soon and now we're broke until payday next week. Here's a random comic from PLIF:

Balls

Happy Monday, everybody! That includes everyone who will read this later in the week, but not those of you who never read this. Those people can go to hell.

Anyways! The volleyball tournament was on Sunday. That didn't turn out so well for us. We started out playing a team wearing shirts that boasted previous volleyball tournament championships. They were playing way too aggressively. It was plainly obvious that we weren't that good, but they kept spiking the ball as if it was necessary. Plus there was some crazy rule that kept costing us points. Each team had to have 3 men and 3 women. A guy can hit the ball over, but if 2 guys hit the ball then a woman must also hit it before it goes over or the other team gets a point. So not only do you have to worry about just getting the damn ball over the net, but you have to make sure a woman hits it too without exceeding 3 people touching it.

But enough complaining. More stuff happened. Like on Friday. Kelly's dad wrecked his motorcycle and broke a bunch of bones. He was driving down the road when the van in front of him decided to turn left. Sources say she didn't use a turn signal and had no break lights so he didn't have time enough to stop. He hit the back of her van and got thrown over it. He broke a few things. I'm not sure exactly what but he will forever have a metal plate in his pelvis. So I guess he's a cyborg now. That's pretty cool. His recovery is going much better than expected.

Kelly drove to Nashville on Friday through some heavy rain which took about 8 hours. She got to come back home by 6 on Saturday so we went to Jess and Monica's for homemade tacos. Apparently people make their own taco shells from tortillas instead of pulling stale crap out of a box. Who knew?

They were a bit greasy, but so damn good. I learned a few tricks and can't wait to try them out. Like chopping up cilantro and mixing it with lettuce. That was amazing. There was just enough chili powder in the chicken too. Damn now I'm hungry just thinking about it.

Let's see. What else happened? We went to the Earth Day festival in Peace Park. We didn't stay too long because it was pretty boring. We decided to go home and do yard work instead. But then the yard work turned into cleaning out the garage. A lot of work but rewarding. Then we tried to level our Horde toons up a bit, watched Napoleon Dynamite and ate some leftover enchiladas. All in all not a bad weekend.

I don't have a picture of Vince on his bike, but here's a picture of his butt:

Zombies!

Andrea and Zak invited us to the zombie party at Ragtag cinema on Friday. It was pretty fun dressing up like the undead. Way more fun than the actual movie Diary of the Dead. Sure there were some funny parts and cool makeup, but it drug on for a while. The seating at the theater may have worsened the experience because they are not the lush new seats that a normal theater would have.
Kelly was interviewed by some kid who works for the Maneter. The kid was very nervous like he's never interview somebody before. Or maybe he'd never interviewed a zombie before. We'll never know!
Anyway here are some pics we took when we got home that morning. Andrea has another of the 4 of us, but I guess I need to pay her for it or something.

Zombies!

Geek Pride

I wish my life was more exciting. Then I would have something legitimate to blog. Blog is a verb right? Just like Google can now be an adjective? Awesome.

Kelly and I worked hard last night getting our toons to 70. I guess it's an accomplishment. Kinda like beating a game only now there's a lot more game? Huh? Yeah, anyways. She's got a pally named Charice from that Soul Coughing song about English girls with ghetto names. My priest is named RustyPhelps. There's some guy at Autozone with what sounds like a creepy porno star name. KlausBarbie is almost 70 as well, but he's more fun to pvp.



I got Kelly the Dog Silencer Pro for her birthday. Apparently it'll make high pitched noises and annoy the neighborhood dogs as much as they annoy us. I hope it works. I'd hate to bust out the antifreeze.

Ok that's enough geekery. I should get back to "work." I'm scanning some yearbooks for pictures of a retiring Principal and making a PowerPoint.

p.s. I finally got Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up out of my head.

Oh wait, CRAP! Curse you Greg!!! I hope he invades your dreams. Look: he's thinkin about your dad. What's your dad like?

And I'm gonna tie you up


And I'm gonna hold you down


And I'm gonna tell a lie and hurt you.


And I'm gonna make you cry


And I'm gonna say good bye


And I'm gonna tear your soul... apart.