The Wizzle Fo' Shizzle

Tonight Mark and I watched 'The Wiz' starring the anorexic Diana Ross and the pre-child molestor Michael Jackson. When catching random scenes on the TV if this "movie" (I use this term loosely), it always seemed to be not that bad.

But it is. Two hours and 15 minutes of horrible songs lyrics and even worse singing. We were very glad when the "movie" ended and crazy bitch Diana got back home to the city.


ode to kettle 7



something good

It's almost as the song goes, "put the lime in the coconut," but not quite.

It bubbles
It fizzes
It goes in my mouth
And makes me a happy boy
It's good by itself
But even better with a lime or two
It's sweet
It's tastey
It's a true delight
But I've learned my lesson
I don't drink and ride my bike



Don't say the morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take twenty-five minutes
Out of the record books.

He brings me sugar

Bobby's collectin' bees and hammers
He used one on me
Cold war with little boys
Get in with a bubble-gum trade

And sugar
Bring me sugar
I know all the robins bring
Bring me many things
But sugar
He brings me sugar
As far as I can tell
I've been gone for miles now

You know and I know
I don't know me very well
And I know me, you know
If they found me out

He brings me sugar
I know all the robins bring
They bring me many things
But sugar
He brings me sugar
I know all the robins bring
They bring many things
But sugar



The third Saturday of every month is reserved for Bingo night at Our Lady of Carter Lake Church. I also go in with high hopes of winning, but usually never do. Although tonight was a different story. I didn't win the jackpot, but i did come home with two pepperoni sticks, or beef sticks as I like to call them. They are a foot and a half of yummy pepperoni, that of which I will probably never eat.

I gave one stick to my cousin Dee and I kept the other for a later use.

The next bingo night will be April 22 at 7 p.m. See you there fools!


little green men, they do ok

So the story goes, St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland for his efforts in converting the country of Ireland to Christianity. He sailed in on a ship and changed the people's views on God, whiping out Pagan beliefs. Also comparing his beliefs of the Trinity of the Unity to a plant (the shamrock). The myth of him clearing the country of slithering pests also rings false. I feel the story views St. Pat ridding the snaked as him ridding Ireland of the serpent (Lucifer, i.e. Adam and Eve). So can someone please tell me - why do we like this guy?

To think of someone riding in on their ship, to a country they've never been to before and completely changing their beliefs, sounds like those crazy Christians that hand out brochures on their religion. A lady handed me one today and informed me, "You might want to read this, so you know where you'll end up after you die." Bitch please.

Maybe Pat had other motives, or maybe he was just like the crazy Christian lady. Either way, I raise my cup to him - for making shamrocks popular and for allowing beer and certain foods to be dyed green on the 17th of March.


I just can't quit you.

I'm sad Brokeback Mountain didn't win as best film. At least Lee won for best director. I do enjoy Crash though. Just not as much as the heart-wrenching BM. Oh well, at least it will still hold a special place in my heart.

And I think we all know, sexy gay cowboys beat out anyone, anyday.


To the stars and back.

I got to see my family tonight. We grilled out, something we haven't done since last summer. It's hard not seeing the ones I love for some time - especially my neice and nephews. As always, the drinks flowed from an endless river and the food seemed to be something of the gods. I walked away whole, again, with my belly full.