Now's As Good A Time As Any

I’m glad I’m not angry all the time like I was in school. That sucked.

When Bill Cosby says to do something, you do it, dammit.

I saw Sherrod Brown’s commercial today, and I’m going to have to hold my nose to vote for him. In fact, I don’t know if I even can in good conscience. He had an ad with a lot of sad factory workers and said that DeWine voted for free trade. Brown said that if elected he would “put Americans first”. But that’s the damn problem! The Republicans put Americans first with guns, and the Democrats put Americans first with money, and they both say “screw the rest of the world”.

We’ll kick the bums out this time, and it won’t be long before we’re kicking out the new bums to put back the old bums again. Aaaarrrghh….

I was proctoring a test tonight when a big fat fly flew into the room. I started swatting at it, kind of half-heartedly, when all of the sudden it seemed to just vanish. I figured it must have flown out of the room while I wasn’t looking.

After I got home and settled down, I went to put my glasses in my shirt pocket, and suddenly I thought I saw something cross my field of vision. Then I see the big fat fly crawling punch-drunk up my pantleg. EWWWW!!!! It must have been in my shirt pocket the whole time!!!

P.S. I started reading The Fountainhead. I so identify with the main character. I am also so sure that the book was carefully designed to make everyone identify with the main character and thus conclude that obviously Ayn Rand is right about everything.

I was in a hurry to get to class today, so I ate my Sonic Burgers in the car. (If you’re passing through Nelsonville, and it’s Wednesday night, you gotta get some Sonic Burgers. On Wednesday they’re only a dollar!!!) And I was pretty careful with them…I wanted to look professional, or at least passingly so. But I got one stray mustardy onion on my shirt, and there it was…a small, but very bright, yellow spot. I’m not going to turn down free clothing from my mama, but this is why I don’t care for white clothing. The students and I had a good larf, I think, I hope, but maybe they think I’m ridiculous. As if they didn’t already.

All-Music Guide says the Paris Hilton CD is very good! I’m willing to give it a chance. I would be pleased to upgrade my evaluation of Paris Hilton above the level of “worthless human being”^* if such a move is warranted.

^* Not that she’s necessarily at that level now…she just stands the chance to go so much higher than that level that she’s not at: the status or level of worth that I like to call “worthless human being”. As I’ve said before, anyone who claims based on my statements that “Mike Shecket thinks Paris Hilton is a worthless human being” is obviously completely misinformed. I would scarely even think to write the phrase “worthless human being” and the name “Paris Hilton” in the same sentence.

Why did he sing before he did his cooking? What was he trying to tell us?

I don’t know why I was temporarily the target for some kind of Ann Coulter wannabe. Me, of all people. Did you bother to read anything I’ve written?

No matter. These people have a great solution to the fact that “my country, right or wrong” makes no sense. Fingers in ears, and “lalalalalalalala”…

What if you only recruited once every four years, and put together a team that you would intend to keep together for four seasons? You would expect to have two or three bad seasons, then a sensational one. But you could make it easier to recruit the best people those years by assuring them that they would start right away and get four years’ experience if they committed to the program.

The Sunflower Market near my place is opening on 9/13! Yay! I hope it’s cheap, but I shouldn’t get my hopes up…

I finished Gene Simmons’s autobiography the other day and was thinking about changing the blog’s name to “Ace Did Nothing”. Ah, non-sequitur, how I love thee…

My kitty (really my mom’s kitty, but you know what I mean) is sick. He has diabetes. It’s pretty upsetting. He’s 12, which really isn’t all that old. And he seems happy when I see him. But he’s sick, and there’s not a lot we can do for him.

I guess I’ll just try to spend as much time with him as possible while I can. I’ve been busy with work and don’t get over to my mom’s house much, but I’ll be making a point of it in the coming weeks.