1. A veteran


2. Intelligent and experienced


3. A man of faith


4. Moderate  to Conservative Democrat


5. Charismatic and Trustworthy

Basically I thought I would see an impressive man with gravitas who represented the very best of what this country has to offer.  I thought I would get a man who would epitomize what it means to work hard, achieve, and live a life of integrity thus making him a candidate we could all get behind because he was a good man, not a good black man.

What did I get?

1. A man who has no fucking clue about the military or military service.


2. A total fucking boob.


3. A guy who has roughly the same credentials for being POTUS as the Geek Squad Guy at Best Buy, though I would probably trust the guy driving the “geek squad beetle” more.


4. Oh I got a man of faith, alright.  Hate faith.  He might as well be a Jihad Loving Ululating Muslim at this point, the hate of America, Americans, and our way of life is roughly the same.


5. Politically he is a goddamn socialist retard who actually thinks raising taxes will make things better.  You read that folks?  We are about to elect the first candidate to run on raising taxes who actually wins.  In Barry O’s world you could get an abortion at the 7-11 but you cannot own a gun.  He will have AlmondJoy at the White House for tea and cookies.  I wonder who his Arafat will be?  Which fucking American murdering terrorist will he invite into the White House and legitimize as a world leader?  Maybe Billy Boy can help him figure out that one.  While we are at it, lets just forget about investing in stocks and the future of our nation because this cocksucking piece of shit is just going to tax our earnings to give them to someone else, someone who doesn’t bother fucking working for it.  UGH!  I will stop myself now before I get onto the Environment and really get hateful.


6. Charisma, oh how they talk about the smooth talking Barry O.  I have yet to see him.  What I see is a smarmy dilettante who has never worked a day in his life.  A man who wouldn’t know adversity if it bit him in the ass.  He is a charlatan, a  snake oil salesman,  he might as well be one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse with the damage he can do to the mind and reputation of America.  Just to go completely unhinged here how about we designate him the third horseman and no, not because he rode a  BLACK horse.  My issues with Barry O have nothing to do with his blackness.  I am a Catholic and therefor haven’t exactly been taught the bible like my protestant brethren, but wasn’t the third seal Famine?  Anyway, not gong to go all crazy apocalyptic on here, I am being theatrical.  Barry O cannot be the Third Horseman because he is a moron albeit a dangerous one.  When he fails, he will fail miserably and I just hope he doesn’t take too much of our way of life away from us.

Just for the record:  I am PMSing and I haven’t had chocolate today so this is probably all some chemically induced screed, but what the fuck?  It is all still true, though semi-hysterical.

Political News Shows?  Fuck off!  I just found STC:The Soundtrack Channel.

This is a channel with nothing but music videos from Movies and some other shit like that.  It is like waving a shiny sparkling thing at a cat for me.  It totally itches my particular form of OCD.  Ok, I could be gone for days.

Ok, i have been having a hankering for Tacos al Pastor for a while.  Then I saw some joint on Diners Drive Ins and Dives where this guy was making them and it seemed a bit more in the realm of what I can pull off in the kitchen.  Given the fact that the pork is generally done on a vertical rotisserie like the lamb you would get at the local gyro joint I was really not thinking this could be pulled off in the house.  I dug around on the net and found a bunch of different ways to do it and sort of meshed the best of the ones I found and as we speak I have a some pig marinating in a combination of chiles, citrus, and just about everything else that can make it look and smell more middle eastern than Mexican.  In a few hours I shall toss it in a smoking hot pan and damn near burn it.  Top it with some cilantro and some pineapple and mmm good.

While I was reading on the net I found out the answer to a question that has been perplexing me for several years.  The questions:  Why does everyone think I am Lebanese?   Hell, Lebanese people think i am Lebanese.  Anyway, I always said it must be the special mutation that occurs when you mix cajun DNA and Mexican DNA.    I found out in some article that Lebanese folks immigrated to Mexico and brought with them some of the arab type spices and whatnot that you run across in some regional Mexican foods including Tacos al Pastor.  Also, they seem to have given the world another dish, Salma Hayek who is a Lebanese Mexican chica.  Why can’t I look like Salma?  I got the rack but I didn’t get the ass, damn shame.

Anyway, I shall write later and tell you how amazing they were.  If it is delicious i will post the recipe.

It took them seven seasons to get it right… David Cook aka Jen’s Hotness wins idol.

His version of Billy Jean would be a huge hit…

Ditto with Hello…

Is it just me or does Archy sound like a masculine Michael Jackson when he talks?

I wish Ryan Seacrest would fart really loudly and humiliate himself.

We are going to be in commercial hell for the next hour…

Clive Davis is a Relic…

I still haven’t found what I’m Looking For and Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me? Meh on the Elton John.

My hot hunk of monkey love singing the U2 song. Everyone goes on about his bedroom eyes… including me. However, he has a great mouth. I liked it, but then I like this song. Judges: Loved it.

Archy: It was nice. He can sing. Meh. Both of these guys will be stars. He is just too young to have a presence. Judges: Loved it. He is a cute kid. Obviously overwhelmed and undeniably talented. He will get the kiddies and granny vote. He will probably win. meh.

Songwriting choices David Cook sings Dream Big something or another. Is it just me or does this have a Rick Springfield feel to it? hehehe I loved Rick Springfield. Judges: Mixed. I think Simon is pulling for Archy. (more…)

Congrats to Mike who serves as my work husband (everyone should have one) and his wife Lori on their beautiful twins born yesterday!  Abby and Bryan are some seriously big babies weighing in at or above 8 pounds a piece.  They are beautiful and join their big brother Tyler (2) who will eventually like them. :)

I realized today that I am finally over the “I miss having little babies” stage.  I held and fed a perfect baby girl and didn’t have the regrets of not being able to have anymore.

Congrats again to Mike and Lori who went from 1 to 3 in a single shot.  My prediction?  Little Abby is going to rule the roost.   You heard it here…

In a phrase… I do not give a fuck. I might comment later, but Hellboy is on FX and calling my name.

Ok… quick and dirty:

Round 1

Archuletta: boring

Syesha: Ugh

David Cook: Yum bordering on Do Me Now

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Yes, my reading obsession is in overdrive.  I needed a break from my usual Vampire Porn as Unabrewer calls it.  I hit the Barnes & Noble site and started looking at new releases in everything from Sci/Fi Fantasy to Paranormal Romance and stumbled across a mention of a book called WebMage by Kelly McCullough.

Description: WebMage: A fantasy-cyberpunk hybrid that revolves around Ravirn, a grandson of the Greek Fate Lachesis. In order to keep up with an ever increasing number of life threads, the Fates have upgraded to a computerized system that blends magic with programming. Of course where there are computers, there are also hackers. In the process of “testing” his Great-Aunt Atropos’s security, Ravirn, a hacker/sorcerer, and his laptop familiar, Melchior, uncover a plot that could shake the foundations of Olympus and change humanity’s relationship with Fate forever.

From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. Remember the Fates, those ancient Greek spinners, weavers and snippers of life’s threads? They’re back in McCullough’s original and outstanding debut, and still ruling destiny—but with their own digital web, based on a server called the Fate Core. Power-hungry as ever, they’ve coded a spell to eliminate human free will. Unluckily for them, one of their demigod descendants is a cheerfully rebellious hacker-sorcerer named Ravirn who, when not studying for college midterms, likes to mess around on their web with the help of his familiar, Melchior, who can change from a goblin to a laptop. Ravirn and Melchior, let loose in McCullough’s delightfully skewed and fully formed world—much like our own, but with magic, paranormally advanced technology and Greek gods—set out to thwart Ravirn’s “great-to-the-nth-degree aunt[s],” careening from one discovery to another, enlisting unlikely allies and narrowly evading destruction at the hands of both Fates and Furies. McCullough handles his plot with unfailing invention, orchestrating a mixture of humor, philosophy and programming insights that give new meaning to terms as commonplace as “spell checker” and esoteric as “programming in hex.” Though a preponderance of techie-talk may put off some readers, this is the kind of title that could inspire an army of rabid fans; it’s a good thing a sequel is planned for 2007. (Aug.)

It took me a few chapters to get really invested in the book but then I was having fun.  He has sort of combined hard sci/fi with cyberpunk with greek mythos and a healthy dose of sarcasm and humor.  His little webgoblin Mel (who changes into a laptop on command) was a good foil to the main characters total scatterbrained behavior.  Maybe that is why I like Ravirn so much.  He has loose shit everywhere and that is oddly familiar to me.  Have no idea why…

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