Apparently, Murdering a woman you are familiar with is legal in California, if you are famous or known

I am back. My keyboard is a little messy, sticky, too. Oh, it is not what you think. That would be disgusting. Less so, if I was the one that did it, but still rather disgusting. I mean that shit would just get everywhere. No, it is from eating a grapefruit. The juice and the pulp just flies, baby. I really should clean up this keyboard. In fact, I will go do it now. It really needs it.

Well, as we head off into the sunset of this week, and September, I have only one thing to say. Given the mistrial declared in the Phil Spector murder case, I can say what I said much earlier. OJ Simpson, Robert Blake and now Phil Spector. If you are male and famous, obviously, it is okay to murder women you are familiar with. I can see no other explanation for that phenomena. I wonder how I could become famous and get the Wife to move to California with me.

Kidding! Jokes! Jokes! Shit, I have to be careful now. I write this, go to California with the Wife, only one of us comes home and suddenly I am a suspect and there is this shit, written in a joking manner, that can hang me and show PREMEDITATION. I am going to get the fucking chair like Scott Peterson and I did not kill anybody, let alone the Wife. I am also sure that any one of you would not think twice of ratting me out. So remember, when I get out.........

The other thing to say, on the Phil Spector front, is what the fuck is up with his hair? The old man grey afro was funny enough, but the Little Lord Fauntelroy thing he was sporting was too much. He needed an oversize lollipop to complete that look. The man was a musical genius, I will grant him that. He just cannot seem to get comfortable in his own skin. Then again, with hair like that, would be comfortable being around yourself, let alone being yourself? Ponder that one this weekend.

Seriously, look at his hair. He reminds me of a young Paul Rubens or even Pee Wee Herman, himself. That is not a look for anybody, let alone a grown man, pushing 70. His saggy balls hang down to his knees, but he has that hair style and color? What the fuck!?

Well, I am off to the Outlaws. Should be fun....NOT! There is no booze to ease this pain I will be feeling. Oh well, best to enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty good motto for life, too. Have a super weekend. Ciao!

Thanks for stopping by

I am back. First off, let me extend a happy birthday to my friend Les. I have not seen much of Les (I have seen Les far less frequently in the present) lately. Apparently, he left Mayfair for another club, which another friend of mine had done earlier. The bastards. Then again, I have not been going as frequently as I would like or really need. I have to get that part together.

That is all for today. The muse is just not speaking to me lately. Sorry. Ciao!

What a long, strange night it was

I am back. The muse is giving me the silent treatment again. She can be so damn tempermental, or that is how I see it.

It has been a long day following a long night. It was really hot and muggy last night. Unseasonably so in these parts. It seems that I have taken my thing with the heat, I just refuse to use the furnace and heat in the months of September and May, I am iffy about October and April, too, but I am willing to reconsider that, to the air conditioner. I just refused to put the AC on for a night. Then again, I am not sure it is working properly, so rather be up every couple hours to hear if it is draining properly, I chose to "sweat" it out.

I got to sleep okay with just the sheet. It did not seem so bad until.....the phone rings at about 12:50 am. You know that cannot be good news. I mean NOBODY ever calls at that time to offer up a generous sum of money or blowjob. It turns out the call came from the Outlaws. An ambulane was there to take my mother in law to emergency because she was having trouble breathing.

The funniest part of it all was that she and the Wife were at the doctor's yesterday morning. He remarked how well the radiation shrunk her tumor and that she should go out and do things, you enjoy the time she has rather than wasting time, wasting away. Okay, her left vocal chord is paralyzed and her talking comes to a whisper. Maybe, now she will actually be forced into listening rather than talking to silence the voices in her head. Nobody in the Outlaw family actually listens, so this may be a positive thing given time, but then again what do I know?

The Wife goes into a blind panic. Nothing like taking what little information you have and extrapolating a negative scenario. The bigger problem that I have with this is that as bad she thinks it can be, I can come up with far worse outcomes and scenarios. I have learned to keep my mouth shut with those. Anyway, she gets herself ready to meet the ambulance at the hospital and calls her brother.

He calls back and she picks him up. I help her jockey cars at 1 am and come back in the house. Somebody had to stay with the Lad. I get back up to bed and notice a light on in the bathroom. The Lad has woken up. He asks where his mother is and says he heard her leave and the door close. I was going to tell him, but when he finished in the bathroom, he went straight into his room and did not reask the question. At least, one of us could go back to sleep.

I must have fallen asleep after 1:30 but heard the papers being delivered around 4 and the car pulling in the driveway soon after. My mother in law is home. She had a panic attack. She woke up with a cough, could not catch her breath, and then took the next step into the panic zone.

Man, those Outlaws. Step 1 for them is always blind panic. Step 2 is helplessness. None of the steps has a basis in logical or rational thought. None of the steps has a basis in observing reality. They all live inside their own heads and when reality collides with their insanity, insanity is always the victor.

As you can see, it was not a good night. It was even worse for the Wife. The best part is that today is my mother in law's 75th birthday. The Wife does not want to celebrate or demarcate it, as that would mean acknowledging that it is probably her last and the last she will spend with us. Then again, miracles do happen. She may decide to last for a while, which I would hope she would do, provided she can handle the pain.

Not a great story, but a story, nonetheless. Just remember my own profound words (Willie can vouch for them as they were uttered on a trip to Florida in February, 1985) "I got color. Not the color I wanted, but color nonetheless." Ciao!

Day of Atonement Reflections

I am back. I did not get to give you a Friday round up. Yom Kippur was coming up fast and I had to hightail it early to eat and go pray. I am dutiful that way. Then again, I wonder if it is a "guilt" thing. I wonder if I am motivated by guilt in terms of atonement. I mean, I go to pray and I fast but I wonder if I do it because I believe or if I do it because of the fear of what if I am wrong and have to "pay" for my sins upon death, or worse yet, during my life.

It is kind of a karmic thing. I say this as I am about to share a story that I do not think I have shared with anybody, except the person of which I speak and even she does not know my thoughts on the issue. Of course, it is many, many years later and probably matters not to her, yet I still wonder.

Way back when, on the eve of Yom Kippur, which we call Kol Nidre, it was also a Friday. For whatever reason, my father was still alive and I was still living with my parents and siblings, we did not go to synagogue that evening. My "friend" came over to read, ostensibly, and just chat. She and I ended up in my bedroom, which was not unusual as we often ended up there. To make a long story short, we end up having sex (on the holiest of holy days, yet). Oddly enough, it was also the last time we had any kind of sex. It was soon after this that we sort of drifted apart.

The thing was I felt somewhat guilty about having sex on that evening. I find it tremendously interesting that it became the last time we "connected" like that. Things went down hill from there and I could never really figure out why that was. The timing of events subsequent to that evening have never really made sense to me. To this day, I still cannot figure it out. I could ask but then it just looks like I was carrying this crap for too long, besides, it won't change anything.

There you have it. A useless story, but I wonder if my "punishment" for sex on Yom Kippur was the end of relationship as I knew it. Then again, if that was the case, then, why did it appear, at least to me, that she was not punished, or at least in the same manner in which I was?

I do not expect anybody to have the answer to that one, but it has long remained a vexing connection for me.

It is also a Day of Rememberance for me, as it was on this date on the Hebrew calendar that my father died. As I have written before, all these have happened in my life around this time of year, which always gives me grist to ponder. I kind of like the opportunity for reflection that the High Holidays bring. Am I insane?

Well, that is all for today. Another reflective day for me to go along with the weekend. By the way, the fast went well this year and it was an absolutely beautiful day out there on Saturday. Nothing like breaking that fast with some red wine. I mean nothing like some alcohol on an empty stomach. Party! Woooooooooo!

Ciao!

Not much to say but thanks for coming by

I am back. Nothing new to report, except that OJ made bail. Will wonders never cease? Did AC put up the money? Will we get to see another low speed chase? That would be fun!

That is pretty much all that I have to say right now. Sad, but true. Ciao!

"I'm OJ Simpson, bitch!"

I am back. Post or perish is my motto. I will not depress y'all further than I have over the past few postings. It is just the way things are falling right now. C'est la vie.

I wish I had something funny to say or saw something that made me wonder, but that has not been the case. Too bad. I could use the larff.

Oh yeah, OJ. How could I forget about OJ? The Wife asked me yesterday "how could do such a thing? Did he think he could get away with it?" To which I answered, "Yes! He is OJ Simpson, bitch!"

I mean the dude KILLED two people and got away with it. Of course, he has been diligently "hunting" or is that "stalking" the savage that killed his ex-wife and Ron Goldman (why do they continue to show pictures of him with that headband on him, makes him look gay, but I digress). These manhunts take time. Anyway, he killed two people and got off scott free, armed robbery is a piece of piss to him. Fuck, he is OJ Simpson, bitches!

The best part is that one of his accomplices now thinks that OJ was set up. Does not take much to do that I see. Where was AC (Al Cowling) on this one? Back home in California? I assume he did not make the move to Florida with the juice. The man can still tear it up.

Okay, there, I am done for today. Ciao! Thank you OJ for giving me something, or someone, to laugh at or about.

The heart is heavy yet again. Another good one goes on to the Great Beyond!

I am back. Not to depress anybody out there but man we cannot seem to catch a break around these parts. Here is this sad story. My mother in law has, had, a very good friend. She was sort of the "anti" my mother in law. She did not suffer fools and had no problem giving her opinion, nor asserting herself. She would do the same thing that I do with my mother in law, namely not allow her to get away using the adjectives "wonderful" and "nice" to describe everything, good or bad, that she encountered.

It was she who actually found out about the unit that the Outlaws bought 2 years ago. She also lived on the 2nd floor and had a balconey (the Outlaws have an uninsulated solarium that faces west, so in the summer it is hotter than Hades late in the day and freezing in the winter, though it is a nice view). She would "baby sit" my father in law in an emergency.

She goes in for a scheduled surgery on Thursday. She had said that if things were "bad", namely cancer that they wanted to treat with radiation or chemotherapy, she did not want it. She was cool with things and her life and who she is/was. Anyway, on Friday, we were told that there were no surprises in the surgery and that all was well. She was to be released today.

I got a call from my sister in law, who had heard from the aunt, that this friend had died yesterday. Apparently, there were surgical complications complete with internal bleeding. They opened her up again on Saturday and could not solve the problem. They opened her up again yesterday and she died on the table, or so I am told.

The Wife was up all night worrying about how she was going to tell her mother. There really is no way to sugar coat this one. A rock or at least an island of calm and a very positive influence in my mother in law's life is suddenly gone. Man, this life is fragile.

She was older than my mother in law but younger than my father in law. It is a very sad time indeed. I have the unenviable task of taking my mother in law to the funeral tomorrow. She lives close enough to me that it makes sense for me to swing by and then meet up with the Wife.

It is kind of funny that I have all these sad life events occurring during my life during the Days of Awe or around the Jewish High Holidays. I hope the Dude upstairs is having a good giggle at my expense. I can take it. I have to figure that there is a larger plan that I am just not privy to as of yet. That is what allows me to get to sleep at night and get up in the morning. Otherwise, I am apt to do myself in.....who is kidding whom, I could not go without taking as many others with me as I can. A blaze of glory or is that Blaze Hayes.

I wonder how Blaze Hayes is doing. I have not heard from him since March. Funny how I have to be the one to maintain contact and such. I guess that is just how it is.

Sorry for the lack of funnies but things just do not seem so funny right now. Then again, I was able to laugh at "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy" after hearing the news, so maybe I am too shallow and uncaring or I compatmentalize it well. Be well all of you. Ciao!

Lost Sad Weekend

I am back. I was away for a bit. It is a New Year for my people. The Days of Awe. The Days of Rememberance. The Days of Reflection. It is all very sobering given the situation on the home front. It was explained to me on Thursday that none of it is good for the Madman. So it goes.

It was a time spent with family, both my own and the Outlaws. That was fun. The time with my family was, at least. I got to see my aunt who is also suffering through radiation therapy for her own cancer. Happy thought, she is almost done the treatment. She is tired and thin, which marks a change from just thin, but it is to be expected.

Father in law needs to be hit with a Taser. Apparently, on Thursaday, I was not there, he was refusing to take his dinner time pills (the man can be quite stupid and stubborn and that was before the dementia was apparent--not saying it was not there, just seemed normal for him) so the Wife took away his dinner plate. He did not take kindly to that, she was in the right. Anyway, she says he looked like he was going to try to take a swing at her. I do not doubt it, yet doubt it highly.

It would require action and I cannot say I have EVER seen him do something beyond calling for my mother in law to say or do something, actually, it was just calling for my mother in law with no real "call to action".

On Friday, we brought dinner. Keep in mind I do not like sitting next to my father in law these days because of his habit of taking food that he will not/cannot eat and putting it on somebody else's plate (food should not go to waste or is it that he does not want in front of him). I will not abide by that, after he has been told every fucking day not to do that. I may just take a swing at him. I figure if he is not going to listen or even follow instructions, then fuck him, will he remember getting a shot in the head, besides, it is not like it could do any more brain damage.

He had two pieces of unfinished chicken (kabobs) on his plate. What does he do? He asks if anybody wants it and we all decline. He is told to just leave it on his plate. The language is clear and simple. What does he do? He puts on my brother in law's plate. My mother in law, the Wife and myself tell him, again, that it is not polite to do and to keep his food to himself. He then withdraws with the cry "Of enough already, you are giving me a headache with the yelling." I almost told him that I would show him what a headache is. Anyway, he does not want to be "yelled" at, then he should just fucking listen and follow simple instructions.

Sure enough, he takes the second piece and puts it on my brother in law's plate. I just shake me head and my brother in law, like a bit of an idiot, eats both pieces. Just like a child well minus the learning. I looked into his eyes during this whole incident and the expression was blank. There was nobody there. Tres sad.

Just thought I would share that one with y'all. Ciao!

Did I have a weekend?

I am back. I still have not heard from you about any questions that I have posed. Are you afraid? Is that what it is? Anyway, on with the show.

I did not get that brain lubrication that I sought on Friday. I did get to see my sister in law, which was pleasant. I got to listen to two old people worry that a ten year old will bang his head on the coffee table if he lies near it (let him hit it, I say, then he will know if he is too close and hopefully realize to be aware of his surroundings). I got to listen to an old man give instructions in how to use the remote control. I got to eat a crappy meal of supermarket bought Kosher food that was fried and tasteless (that included the cole slaw and tomato salad). It was a fun time in the Outlaws that night.

Got to do it again on Saturday, too, though we ordered a pizza or two for dinner. The conversation was just as scintillating for me. Blahhh! No brain juice that night, either. It was pretty sucky.

That pretty much describes my weekend in a nutshell. Actually, it was my weekend in THE Nutshell, surrounded by nuts of varying degrees. Ahhhh, what can you do?

I had to tell my mother that we would not be spending the holidays with her. We would be doing dinner, both nights, with the Outlaws. As I explained it, with the Lad out of ear shot, this is in all liklihood going to be the last Rosh Hashannah (and birthday) for my mother in law, and most likely my father in law, too. I hate to say that or even think it, but it is true. As I said to my mother, I know that it could be your last, too (just not taking anything for granted here) but I have to go with the probabilities. She, though disappointed, was supportive of the decision as she could see my point.

Believe me, I would prefer going to my mother's place on Thursday. The wine flows, the food is good and I would get to see my cousins, aunt, uncle (not that makes a difference to me) and my brother in law's brother. The Lad would have a better time hanging out with some older kids, then again, he would have to deal with pest of a younger cousin (5 years old). There will be some more of those, I hope. I just know that this year will be the last in a long line of Outlaw family holiday dinners. It is certainly one to cherished or at least the memories from the past dinners are to be recalled with fondness.

Gotta live in the present and take one step at a time. Gotta run, though. Sorry for depressing y'all, but in some ways it is not depressing but the bitter part of life's bittersweet flavor. Keep smiling.

Ciao!

The week has ended

I am back. Not sure why, though. I know that this short week is over. Next week is another short one, with Rosh Hashannah and all. That means that I have to get my work done for the week by Wednesday. It is going to be a bittersweet holiday this year.

Funny, but it was like this in 1989 and 1990 for me. 1989 was more sweet than bitter as my father had finished his consolidation doses of chemotherapy, had not died and was leaving the hospital (for good we thought/hoped but it was not to be, though he got a good 9 months of LIFE out of the deal). 1990 was more bitter and just the opposite. He was in the hospital, dying, while we (my siblings and myself) did some praying. He was in his final moments on Yom Kippur of that year and died the day after. I guess that means I have to remember that date this year.

This will undoubtedly, I say that because my mother in law is depressed and has basically given up, though in typical fashion she will NOT admit to us or herself, be the last set of holidays with my in laws. I am not sure how long after my mother in law dies that my father in law will join her. I just do not see him lasting a year without her. Sad, but true and that is life. C'est la vie.

One must wade into this mental mire to come out the other side. We will come out stronger, sadder yes, but stronger for not being broken by this life ordeal. Many have done it before and many will do it after. Sorry for the downer post, but it is what is flowing through my brain.

I think I need proper brain lubrication, but I won't find that at the Outlaws. Then again, the man still has a ton of cognac unopened, but that has rarely been my drink of choice. I do not think that he has any Scotch lying around. That is too bad, as I could really stand to tie one on. Then again, I will have to drive so maybe that is not such a good idea.

I kind of wish I could be transformed back to this time in either 1982 or 1983. I could drink and drive with impunity. Those were fun days. Not safe, but fun. Then again, show me something that is both safe and fun. Sex? Safe sex is just not as much fun as going bareback. I dig the safety (though it really does not apply to me, being monogamous and married--that is my story and I am sticking to it.)(Stu, are you making us proud? I thought so.)

I will allow you all to ponder that one. Compare safety to fun and see what you come up with. I still say that "Bag of Glass" was the greatest toy my parents ever gave me. I thank Mainway Toys and its owner Irwin Mainway every day. Have a super weekend!

Ciao!

Pavororatti and McGuinty linked by 71 and a Municpal Politics Rant

I am back. I still cannot get the "dirt" off of me from my "encounter" with my aunt. I just cannot get the thought out of my head and I cannot stop cringing every time I think of it. I am now in constant cringe mode. This is no way to be.

It is pretty ironic that Luciano Pavorotti died at age 71 and our illustriously, smarmy, lying Premier, Dalton McGuinty has come out with 71 election promises. On the score card, he made 200 odd promises last election and proceeded to break the important ones, if not all of them. I am thinking that in making 71 "promises", that is his way of daring us to vote for him so that he can break them all again.

Then again, given the sheep and mindless drivel that pass for voters in this city, province, country and continent, I am so inclined to believe that people get the government they deserve. That includes Mayor David Miller and his left leaning, slop swilling, incompetent, self-righteous minions (councellors, including my own, Joe Milosevic, er Mihevic, whom I would say lied to my face). That dude, said to me on my lawn, that he would promise efficient use of my tax dollars. The best value he could give. Maybe, he was not lying. Perhaps, it is the best he can do. If that is so, then he is not fit to serve the public, let alone run a lemonade stand.

I have a dislike on for the municipal politicians. The problem is this. Yes, downloading from the Province is a big problem and property taxes were never meant to cover social/welfare type payments; they were to pay for municipal services like garbage and snow removal, police, ambulance and fire, etc. The problem I have is that this day was apparent three or four years ago. What did they do about it? Not much from what I can see. And now they want to raise taxes on my property and add a whole bunch of new taxes to bring in revenue.

The worst part is that these motherfuckers voted themselves a pay raise and have perks coming up the ying-yang. Did any of those left wing twits ever think that if they are going to ask us, as taxpayers, to take a haircut, should they take one as well, which means foregoing their perks and the raise. The best part is that their argument for the raise was that it would encourage "better" candidates to run and govern, yet he have the same retreads, with same ideas that have not worked, doing the same shit that has not worked.

They just have not EARNED a raise if the City is in a financial crisis, as they claim. Who was shepparding the ship into the rocks? They were. Now, they want more money for themselves and expect their incompetence and mismangement to be rewarded? The fucking gall! A pox on all their houses!

The Mayor is a ditz. Plain and simple. He was elected four years ago without a plan and after winning office again, he still has no FUCKING PLAN! Oh yeah, his plan has always been to beggar the City to senior levels of government. That is some plan. He is supposed to be rewarded for this? It blows my mind!

I have to stop. My head is about to explode and I have to get on the road. I may run into my aunt again, which would be really funny. Of course, I would have to jump into a vat of acid to get the dirt off of me. Ciao!

The Ick Factor Strikes Me, Again!

I am back. Funny thing happened to me yesterday. The more I think about it, the more disturbed I am becoming. I was driving home yesterday. I have my window down and I am at a light. I am in the left lane with a dedicated left turn lane beside me. I am stopped at the light and just sort of looking around. I look to my left and I see this older woman, who looks familiar, in a sporty looking car. I think it is some sort of German car but look to see it is a Nissan 350Z.

Okay, as I look at the woman in the car, her windows are up. I am thinking she looks familiar, almost like my mother or grandmother. Then I realize, it is my aunt. My mother's sister, who was my dentist, up until she pissed me off about nine years ago (she sold her practice earlier this year, too). The last time I saw her was at my nephew's first birthday party in May. I did not say a word to her or my uncle.

In fact, at my nephew's bris, she asked the Wife "how old Jeffrey was?" Who the fuck is "Jeffrey"? The Wife answered, "I don't know, about 51" (which would have been the age of my cousin Jeffrey). She apparently meant the Lad. Gotta hand it to her, at least she got the first letter of the Lad's name correct. You can see I am very close with her. Funny thing is that she lives in the same city as me, but her brother, my uncle in British Columbia, has seen the Lad more and has a relationship with him. (shaking my head)

I realize who it is and smile and wave. She smiles back, waves, but does not open her passenger window to talk. The light changes and she moves forward. I drive off as she makes her left turn to go home (she lives near where I was and am). As I am driving along, I realize that she had NO CLUE who I was. That is okay.

Here is the disturbing part, as I see it. She makes the rest of the drive home knowing that some younger guy has just smiled and waved at her. She is thinking that I was flirting with her. Ewwwwww! Did I make her panties moist? Ewwwwwww! I can just picture her thinking that some younger dude was checking her out, when that younger dude was her nephew, just acknowledging her existence in his present and presence.

You can say, I could be wrong, but I know my aunt and how she thinks. I cannot get this dirt off of my no matter how hard I have scrubbed. I have turned my aunt on. To quote the late Robert Palmer, "I didn't mean to turn you on."

So now I have to live with myself, knowing I made my aunt's panties moist.....unless given her age (60s) she is incontinent, in which case her weak bladder made her "granny" panties moist. Though, she is not a granny as neither of her children have any kids that we know of, nor are they married. Remind me one day to tell the scandalous tale of my cousin, my brother's age, who called off her wedding ten years ago. Actually, you should all ask my sister about it as she had some sort of relationship with her. I do not think I have seen her and her brother (10 years my junior) since my brother's wedding, five years ago.

Well, that is my story. Ciao!

Labor Day is over and it still feels like a Monday

I am back. No new tales to tell, though. I cannot call this an eventful weekend. I cannot believe it is September and school has begun, once again. The beauty fact is how it all cycles. Summer begins, summer ends only to begin again and of course, end again. It is symmetry in motion and life.

I keep forgetting today is Tuesday. It has that Monday feel about it. I am going to be a day behind all week. Then again, that means Friday is much closer, which may or may not be a good thing.

It was another crappy sleep last night. I was up at about 1:45 am for no apparent reason. I was actually glad that it was that early because I knew I had some good sleep time ahead. I was then up at 4:45 am and the Wife was in sob mode. It was time to turn the comforting machine on. I did that for a while, but I was really up. I did doze off from about 6:10 to 6:20 only to have a freakish dream. I dreamt that some strange woman was parked in our driveway. I told her to move her fucking minivan but somehow the "beast" was missing. I was confused as to who would steal that piece of shit Impala. I think at some level I was elated but pissed that I would have to go through the hassle of filing a police report.

Then I woke up and realized it was a dream. Pretty damn vivid but still a dream. The "beast" was still on the driveway. Tuesday began and now it ends for me. I hope you enjoyed yours.

Ciao!

Saturday thoughts

I am back. A rare Saturday post. I have to say that I had a good time at the ball game with the Lad last night. The Wife had brought him in all hopped up on caffeine, so I was thinking I was in for a non-stop chatterfest. He gets that from my mother in law who has been known to go on and on, ad nauseum, without actually saying anything.

The funny thing, and I mean in this in sort of an ironic and synchronistic way, and I may have mentioned this before, I have long seen a great parallel between my mother in law and aunt (the remaining sibling, middle child, from my father's side of the family. Both of my mother's siblings are still with us). Both were born about five months apart in the early 30s. Both were very bright and sympathetic women, who ended up at Commerce high schools and ended up as bookkeepers. You can talk to both, or at least them speak for a good half an hour, and then cannot figure out the "point" of the talking (what the hell they were saying or better yet, why were they telling you).

The best, and saddest, is that they are both battling cancer. In fact, when my mother in law was in for her blood work on the Tuesday before they put in her feeding tube, who should they (she and the Wife) run into? That is right, my aunt, uncle and cousin, doing the blood work before they started the treatment for my aunt's colon cancer.

Funny how that all works, huh?

The game was a good one last night, at least in terms of home runs. The people sitting next to me were fucking annoying, though. Some 20ish dude and three chicks of the same vintage. Fuck, they should just shut up as they were loud and boring. That is why I hate public events, it is the public! Fuck 'em all, that is what I say. Go postal on their asses! Of course, I know the gun can be turned on me, so I try to stay home. I am a lot of things but stupid is not one of them.

Besides, those "nachos" they were eating stunk to high hell. They assaulted my ears and my nose. I believe that you can get a free pass if you only insult one sense, but more than one and there should be hell to pay. I guess I have just instituted a new "rule" in my life. That is now how I will judge the world around me.

Gonna run, enjoy the sun and rest of this glorious day! Ciao!