Wasted Years

Xmas In September is approaching!

Break out the plastic and make with the consumerism!

This is the greatest time of year! Rejoice and buy me lots of stuff!

Or buy me a house... that would be an acceptable offering. Ha! I kill me!

Here we are
There's nowhere else to go
And that's so far
From where we all could be
But you can't feel my disappearing
And you should take this for what it's worth

This is it
And it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be
That the grass is always green?

There you are
You dream of something better
What's so wrong
With what you thought was true and
All the colors are disappearing
But you should take this for what it's worth

This is it
And it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be
That the grass is always green?

This is it (this is it)
This is it (this is it)

If you feel like disappearing
You should take this for what it's worth

This is it
And it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be
That the grass is always green?

This is it
This is it

Staind

Iowahawk shares a satirical view of the MSM's Messiah:

The Not-Really-That-Epic Poem of Obamacles

Worth a read if you're looking for a chuckle.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Second Level of Hell
You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

A 9-year-old boy has been told he's too good to pitch in youth baseball:

NEW HAVEN, Conn. - Nine-year-old Jericho Scott is a good baseball player — too good, it turns out. The right-hander has a fastball that tops out at about 40 mph. He throws so hard that the Youth Baseball League of New Haven told his coach that the boy could not pitch any more. When Jericho took the mound anyway last week, the opposing team forfeited the game, packed its gear and left, his coach said.

That's right... let's just kill the spirit of competition in our youth so they grow up to be mindless drones that never strive to give it their all. Because gosh darn it, little Johnny has to have the ball lobbed underhand at him so he can hit it and feel good about himself instead of being pushed to become better. We just can't have anyone lose, now can we?

Ladies and Gentlemen, more evidence of the pussification of America.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know, you know, you know

I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
Cause you know, you know, you know

I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

So far away
(So far away)
Far away for far too long
So far away
(So far away)
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

All I wanted
I wanted you to stay
Cause I needed
I need to hear you say:
That I love you
(I love you)
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
(And I forgive you)
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and never let me go
Keep breathing
Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me...never let me go
(Keep breathing)
Hold on to me...never let me go
(Keep breathing)
Hold on to me...never let me go

Nickelback

The first day of school is a bad time to have your student management system still eating shit after crashing over the weekend. Once it comes back up, the first day of school is a bad time to have the transportation module be completely fucked up.

I was in one of my buildings today, which was a huge mistake, and witnessed the secretaries writing busing changes on 3x5 notecards.

Welcome to the 21st century!

It's probably not the greatest timing for me, but I started another blog. I'll be covering tech-related things there. I've been thinking about starting a tech blog for over a year now partly because I like to be helpful and partly because I might be a bit insane. Since school is starting Monday my posting will be erratic, but once things calm down I'm going to try to stick to a regular schedule.

Speaking of new endeavors, Mary has a couple of her own. She's written a book (I've read it and I think it's awesome!), sent out queries to agents, and started a website of her own. Words of encouragement should be shared since only one of those is easy. Her accomplishments have helped put a fire back into me and so I write again. Bits and pieces right now, but I feel like the damn in my head is about to burst and spill forth words down through my fingers and across the keyboard...

Way to go Mary! How's that second book coming? (hint hint)

I figured I'd better start doing some real blogging again to avoid a bitch slap from the Venomous One. Somehow I doubt she's the only one that was getting tired of seeing nothing but love notes being posted. Am I wrong? S'ok though... I can supply random rambling and love notes. I'm a champion multi-tasker from waaaaaay back.

So what better way to get back into the swing of things than a friendly reminder post. That's right!

It's Christmas In September time!

It's that time of year to sell your children, off your spouse for the insurance money, and re-mortgage your house to buy me lots of stuff.

In a fit of boredom I broke up the massive list from years past into manageable chunks... there is a list of miscellaneous items, a listening list, a reading list, a watching list, and a list of books I think might come in handy for my writing endeavors.

So get to it shoppers! As of tomorrow, you have one month to get your shopping done!

So Begineth the Month of Me.