Kick The Shit Out Of Me, Trinity

So, we meet again. And It's been awhile. As some of you may know, I have been having a wee bit of difficulty with one of my roommates as of late. But blog on I must! Despite the distractions, I have been paying at least some attention to the world at large. And here are some goddamned thoughts about it:

OK, first off, my obligatory rant about how hypocritical Republicans are involves that poor brain dead woman in Florida. The Repubs thought they could make hay out of her tragic situation for political gain. This from the party of small, unobtrusive government? I don't care what that situation is in Florida, the federal gummint needs to not get involved in those things. Leave us the fuck alone, you hypocritical, big-brother assholes!

My nephew BFace has a blog. Well, almost. He hasn't written anything on it yet last thing I checked. He is making his first tentative steps into blogdom. Don't worry, BFace, It will hurt a bit at first and you will bleed for a day or two but it will be worth it! His efforts will take some of the burden of entertaining/enlightening you assholes off my shoulders. Of course his blog might not be entertaining or enlightening. Might just be spectacularly bizarre. Or maybe he will never write anything on it, thus making some minimalist point.

I want the chick named Trinity from the Matrix movies. She could kick the shit out of me any day. I'm used to getting the shit kicked out of me by women. But she would look great while doing it.

I have invited my pal Peg to view this blog (sorry, Peg). One of my favorite memories of her is when I carried her around on my back at Bread And Puppet Theatre. She had been in a very bad motorcycle accident and had a leg encased in scaffolding. A whole group of us started singing "Leg thing, leg thing, please look out for the leg thing!" so people wouldn't bump into it. She's a great person.

I feel guilty but I haven't really followed spring training this year. My little life has been too fucked up lately. But here are my thoughts on steroids in baseball: Let them take the 'roids! If they are dumb enough to want to grow their biceps and shrink their testicles, let them. Just give them only two strikes instead of three.

I've got to join a pistol range again soon. Target shooting is, believe it or not, very peaceful and Zen like. You must close your mind down and still your body. Of course a gravel pit is good too especially if you find a lot of junk to shoot. I invite The Cod God to tell the story of the last time we went shooting together. And BFace, remember the time up in Madbury? Good times.

Well I must be off to continue wallowing in my misfortunes. I will try to update this blog more often. Lucky you.