So I wasn't on the registration roll at the table for my ward/precinct. I had to do a "Provisional Ballot". I HAD to use a touch screen. I voiced my opinion in a big and booming way. It was in a gymnasium. The judge at the table rolled the pen tightly against the table.
"Provisional Ballots", "Touch Screens". Well, I really hope it counted or else I'm gonna have to get all Oaxaca on shit.
Oh yea, when I was held up at gunpoint, he had the barrell right at my heart, touching my chest. It wasn't tight against, nor was it shaking. Maybe because it was fake, maybe because he had done it enough before to not be nervous.
Couple days later, when I was alone for the first time, I couldn't walk the streets without getting a full adrenaline rush and doubling my area or personal space. It was intense for a day, but seems to have worn itself down a little. But still, it that was any form of post-traumatic stress, then I can't imagine what it must be like for someone in the military or to live in a warzone or sufferers of trauma worse. I didn't suffer trauma, just some stressful moments that scared the shit outta me afterwards. It's not so much the moment, as the time afterwards.
Anyways, look what I got! They gym can wait until tomorrow!
Getting held up at gunpoint is no fun. First time I ever had a gun pointed at me. Didn't know if it was real. Didn't care. We were remarkably calm.
Luckily all he got was stuff and 8 dollars. We had already spent our money at the bars!
The cops knew exactly which person, which car, and read out the license plate number which I recognized. But they gotta catch the fucker in the act, I guess.
The cops had the best lines of the night:
"There's no camera's in this alley. There should be cameras."
"It's the holiday season and there's a lot of pressure out there now"
That's not verbatim, but you get the idea.
No matter what your views on personal intoxicants, prohibition just don't work.
Anyhoo, it is fun to see them not taking their job too seriously. This is a quote from this Yahoo story about the bumper crops of poppies planted and harvested in Afghanistan. Glad to see them back in the world market. If anything can rescue Afghanistan, it would be legalizing opiates and subsidising the warlords, but well, I'll have to wait until I'm Earth Emperor One before that happens.
If you don't want to read the whole story, just read this quote. It's the reason I'm sharing:
"However, the senior U.S. official said the new poppy crop probably will be similar to the one planted a year ago, 'maybe a little under — we were so high last year.' He spoke on condition of anonymity because he is not authorized to speak on the record."
Emphasis is mine. Of course. Apologies to David Berg and Mad magazine.
What, me worry?
How did you pick your Vox name? Does it mean something?
Submitted by LeendaDLL.
Well, my real name in the real life, the meat world, is Samuel. I got the nickname "Mule" from my friends playing on different pronunciations of it: Sam-mule. It's oddly fitting as I'm stubborn and enjoy long silent walks with a heavy pack on my back. I also am a highly psychic mutant that wasn't part of Hari Seldon't plan. (Or was I?)
I started a Typepad blog at www.TheMewl.com, figuring that with all the blogs out there, my voice would be no louder than a mewl. When it came to the Vox page Six Apart invited me to try, I decided to call this place "Burrito" which means little burro, or little donkey. And being a city boy I never really thought if there was a difference between a mule and a donkey, but there is. That's not why I changed the name from "Burrito" to "Mewlito" though. I'm Polish and didn't want people to think my Vox page is going to be some latino voice here. And "-ito" is the suffix in Spanish that diminutizes the word it attaches to.
So I consider TheMewl.com to be the bigger brother to Mewlito. And it shouldn't be to tough for you movie fans to figure out the fine print of "Demented and strange, but social". If I said any more than John Hughes, it would be telling you.
I really shoulda called this page Toronto Skunk. I could explain that in three sentences at most - "Did you see Strange Brew? You know the end scene when the McKenzies send their crazy drunken Canadian dog to Oktoberfest to drink all the tainted Elsinore Brewery brand beer? The cop walks in and says, "Toronto skunk, my jurisdiction" and I think that is the funniest line in all movie history!"
The funniest line in all teevee history is when Blackadder says something like "Get me my codpiece! Get me 'The Black Russian'!"
Twas the night before NaNoWriMo
And all through the World
Writers were thickly anxious
To scribe their first word
Horrible rhyme, I know. Anyways, I'm not really frightened. Seriously, although part of me is afraid that at the end of it I might feel like Mr. Furley looks. I have so many ideas that have been churning in my head it will be fun to just let them loose on the page. No outline, no notes, no guru, no teacher. I have some names though. Expect to see one or more of these characters in the book:
- Mitzi Babbitt
- Wrisley Magurgle
- Fender Trook
- Thal Fuws
- Ora Lee (that's a real name actually)
- Cecil Barnes, Jr.
And concerts by The Murders, Camera And Sound, Saigon Cinnamon, The Fat Snaps, and Jean Juke.
How much fun is it to come up with names? Too much fun, let me tell you.
This has been going around a little. If you haven't seen it yet, be prepared to have that monologue stuck in your head for a while. I'm pretty sure this guy was not being serious at the time. Stanley Kubrick held open video auditions for extras and roles in Full Metal Jacket and this is one of the tapes, supposedly. If he was serious, than self-delusion surely knows no bounds.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Obviously expect him to become his own player and never fall back into the chain of command with Adama. At least not anytime soon. He's too transformed from his time on New Caprica, compared with Adama, who has lived in comfortable stasis on the Galactica.
So Say We All
What food or drink do you love when it's cold out? (Recipes and recommendations, please!)
It's not so much a warm food or drink, but I crave fattier and greasier food when it's cold out. I think it's the walrus in me or something. My pizza consumption defintely rises. Which is sumthin' cuz I'm a lactard (lactose intolerant).
Show us some shades of blue.
Do this, send your name through search engine of your choice. Put it in " - " like "Wrisley Magargal" so it only searches on your name. Then see if you can find a result in some sort of employee list that has your name and post it here if y'd like or on your own vox. You don't have to tell me your name. i.e. when I Google my name, I find out that I am also a rabbi in Boston. I also have a bit of a singular although not unusual name so there isn't a whole list of results to list.
I also have a doppelganger living in Jamaica, Queens, New York.
