A Stream of Screed

Don't ask!




I really have no idea where these titles come from, okay I do know that they come from my mind, but I am not aware of it until... Forget it.

• Back on the Road Again by REO Speedwagon and What's Your Name by Lynyrd Skynyrd deal with the same theme... Those godless rock -n- rollers loving and leaving them. How rude!


• Andy wants me to mention here that the Cubs have swept the Brewers, even though he has his own blog. He wants to be a journalist when he grows up, but doesn't want to journal a story about his Cubbies. Ironic, no?


• You Can Fly (From Peter Pan) is playing right now... Anybody know who wrote the song?


• John McCain's new ad seems to have struck a nerve with the Obamessiah, so he'll probably pull it and back down. I hope not, it's funny. Unfortunately I lost the link, sorry about that. :)


• This was one Big-Assed Pig, now the kid is feeling the heat from PETA. (h/t nicedeb)


• Hey the Cubs won!! Did you know that?


• My family is all back together again, yea!! All the kids have returned from their various camps; Andy -First Call (a camp for those that may be interested in pursuing a life as a priest), and the girls (Jessie and Katie) are back from Totus Tuus (I think I spelled that right, if not Benjy will correct me ), which used to be called Catholic and Cool Camp.


• Maggie is jumping off the diving board!! Awesome, now I just have to get a picture - here's one of Katie a few years ago that is one of my favorites.
• John Lynch's career with my beloved Denver Broncos is over. I wish him the best in whatever the future holds for him.
• Our CEO seems to be pleased with what we are doing here, so I guess I still have a job for a little while.
• Danny has some weird rash/hives kind of thing going on, poor kid.
• My boss won't let me off the phone, so this is getting weird here, I think, so I shall stop.

There you have it, another episode (I think this is number 2) of what just pops into my head, hope it wasn't too confusing, because it will become a semi-regular feature, unless I forget of course. :)

Have a great evening!

It's Electric!

For this week's Sky Watch Friday, I am using a picture taken by Jenni's uncle, only because I tend to stay indoors when the weather is like this. :)





Enjoy the pics...

Be sure to check out all the other SkyWatch Friday pictures.

A New Princess!!

You may or may not know this, but I LOVE Walt Disney and all of it's worlds and lands and movies and pretty much everything else with the Disney name. Plus they are heading back to doing 2D animation for their movies, while letting the Pixar group deal with the 3D stuff.

Anyway, here is a new teaser trailer for their first adventure, which comes out late next year (I think).

Enjoy!

Can You Say Hubris?

The election is less than one hundred days away. Who cares? No seriously, who does? We have an election this year (although it has been going on almost since President Bush swore in on that cold January afternoon, nearly four years ago) that has two candidates that I feel nothing for. To me this year will be like picking the lesser evil.

The press has it's mind made up, at least the seven to one ratio of news stories related to both candidates, and chose Obama. Although it looks like more of the press is starting to get a little tired of "Mr. I'll-Just-Act-Like-President-And-No-One-Can-Challenge-Me-Obama."

The following comes from the Washington Post's Dana Milbank not exactly the bastion of conservative thinking, when it comes to their editorial board and reporters...

Barack Obama has long been his party's presumptive nominee. Now he's becoming its presumptuous nominee.

Fresh from his presidential-style world tour, during which foreign leaders and American generals lined up to show him affection, Obama settled down to some presidential-style business in Washington yesterday.

He ordered up a teleconference with the (current president's) Treasury secretary, granted an audience to the Pakistani prime minister and had his staff arrange for the chairman of the Federal Reserve to give him a briefing.

Then, he went up to Capitol Hill to be adored by House Democrats in a presidential-style pep rally.

Along the way, he traveled in a bubble more insulating than the actual president's. Traffic was shut down for him as he zoomed about town in a long, presidential-style motorcade, while the public and most of the press were kept in the dark about his activities, which included a fundraiser at the Mayflower where donors paid $10,000 or more to have photos taken with him.

His schedule for the day, announced Monday night, would have made Dick Cheney envious:

11:00 a.m.: En route TBA.
12:05 p.m.: En route TBA.
1:45 p.m.: En route TBA.
2:55 p.m.: En route TBA.
5:20 p.m.: En route TBA.

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As he marches toward Inauguration Day (Election Day is but a milestone on that path), Obama's biggest challenger may not be Republican John McCain but rather his own hubris.

Some say the supremely confident Obama -- nearly 100 days from the election, he pronounces that "the odds of us winning are very good" -- has become a president-in-waiting. But in truth, he doesn't need to wait: He has already amassed the trappings of the office, without those pesky decisions.

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It had been a long day of acting presidential, but Obama wasn't done. After a few hours huddling with advisers over his vice presidential choice, Obama made his way to the pep rally on the Hill. Moments after he entered the meeting with lawmakers, there was an extended cheer, followed by another, and another.

"I think this can be an incredible election," Obama said later. "I look forward to collaborating with everybody here to win the election."

Win the election? Didn't he do that already?

Maybe they'll start asking him some tough questions now... although I doubt it.

It Still Hurts

She first came to me when I was sixteen, almost seventeen. She was the most beautiful thing that I had ever laid eyes upon, and she was all mine.

We would go everywhere together, never wanting to be apart. I filled her with what she wanted and she always got me running. Throughout my senior year in high school she was my most dependable friend, always there when I needed her.

After high school I joined the Air Force and we had to be separated for nearly four months, it was an agonizing time in my life, I mean we had never been apart for more than a day, and now to have this thrust upon our relationship. While in training I would hear rumors of her seeing someone else, but they turned out to be fruitless, it was just someone trying to put the green monster of envy and jealousy between our love.

The next six months were the best; she was the one I could turn to when my training got to me. Often times we would head up to the mountains to be alone in the peaceful surroundings. As my final days of training came closer she was there to help my friends and I ease into the transition of heading to our first duty station.

She was a godsend.

Then the day we both dreaded came to pass, and I got my orders, to the United Kingdom, and we both knew that I couldn't bring her with me. She did come with me to where my parents were living in San Antonio to see me off. In fact, she stayed with them for a while, and when they moved back to Colorado, she gave them a warm homecoming.

When my tour in England ended, I knew that she would be there, but I also knew that I had tried others, and almost brought one home with me.

She didn't care.

She loved me, after all.

So, I took her to Abilene, Texas, when I moved there for my next assignment. I don’t know if we rushed it or not; maybe we were forcing our affection where it wasn't, who knows. We grew apart, so much so, that my roommate asked if he could take her from me. I was shocked, but I knew that it would be for the best, besides a new girl had caught my eye. She acquiesced to the exchange, and I felt that she was in good hands. My new girl was attractive and dependable, but it still felt weird.

One day, maybe a month later, I saw her on the street. My roommate, now former because of my new rank in the military entitled me to not having one, was nowhere in site.

I started to cry.

It was obvious that she had been abused, and was left on the side for dead, sitting in a puddle of her own tears. Then came the anger, how could he do this to her.

I resolved on that day, to never again sell my old automobiles to someone so young and irresponsible.

I Wonder if He'll be on the Guest List?

Finally, a reporter that has the, er, stones to tell it like it is, too bad he isn't an American...





And it came to pass, in the eighth year of the reign of the evil Bush the Younger (The Ignorant), when the whole land from the Arabian desert to the shores of the Great Lakes had been laid barren, that a Child appeared in the wilderness.


The Child was blessed in looks and intellect. Scion of a simple family, offspring of a miraculous union, grandson of a typical white person and an African peasant. And yea, as he grew, the Child walked in the path of righteousness, with only the occasional detour into the odd weed and a little blow.


When he was twelve years old, they found him in the temple in the City of Chicago, arguing the finer points of community organisation with the Prophet Jeremiah and the Elders. And the Elders were astonished at what they heard and said among themselves: “Verily, who is this Child that he opens our hearts and minds to the audacity of hope?”


In the great Battles of Caucus and Primary he smote the conniving Hillary, wife of the deposed King Bill the Priapic and their barbarian hordes of Working Class Whites.



You can find the rest here.

How We Try To Fly...

Be it by a mere length of chain...

Or facing what comes towards us...

Or feeling the breeze whip through our toes...

Happy Friday!