Monday's Weekend Recap

Another fun weekend. This one just flew by completely! It seemed nonstop since last Friday morning until today.

5:00 p.m. Friday: I made my way to a friend's house to deliver a shelving unit he desperately needed. He's a brilliant computer guy, but his brilliance and love of dogs comes at a vicious price. His place is a mess, there's hardly any room, and there's no one around to clean it. I was happy to set up the shelf and make him some precious table and floor space. He could use a few more shelves.

10:00 p.m. Friday: Made it home after seeing how nice it was to drive and not be a part of the work parade. Traffic was minimal, and I actually did the speed limit without anyone riding my rear bumper. My eyes were fried from being in front of computers all day, though. I quickly cleaned my glasses at a stop light only to discover the blurred vision was due to ocular strain. (That's fancy for tired eyes.)

7:00 a.m. Saturday: Saturday morning came about and I had my new planner laid out on my desk with the list of things I wanted to accomplish. I zoomed down the list, unable to do only a few of the things I'd written down. After I looked at my bank account, it seems I could better spend $20 on fuel and food for the week rather than go see "Mr. & Mrs. Smith".

10:00 a.m. Saturday: Dropped off a big desk, and some other stuff at the GoodWill. The whole drive I kept worrying the tabletop I carried would fly off and go through someone's windshield. Made it there okay, though. Those are some pretty cool people. It's nice to see folks who enjoy their work. Note to self: I hate Saturday traffic, too.

7:00 a.m. Sunday: Sunday morning found me frantically creating two Father's Day cards. I made one for my buddy with the shelves, then I made one for my landlord. They both seemed to like their cards, so the creative frenzy was definitely worthwhile.

2:30 p.m. Sunday: Later that afternoon, I made it to a friend's house for their usual Sunday get-together. It was a great bunch of people, and I got the chance to do their photography after some great burgers and hot dogs. The pictures didn't turn out as good as I hoped because of the last-minute location change. Nonetheless, they seemed to really like them, and I hope to have the photos for them on CD this week.

8:30 p.m. Sunday: I got home feeling tired, and tried to work on my list some more. I have a computer in my garage that I've been trying to network with the other computers, but it's got issues with reading external drives, or logging on to my network. I finally called it quits about an hour later and went to bed.

10:00 p.m. Sunday: I hit "sleep" on the TV, and faded off to the "early" news on Channel 10. I remember some scary mugshots of some lady who'd killed her elderly aunt in Bedford. Sadly, I also remember hearing the news of some kid who'd been killed in a dispute over some girl. News like that makes me understand why we have homosexuality. Worse yet, that's gotta be one helluva Father's Day gift."
"Happy Father's Day, Mr. Smith. And oh yeah, your son was just shot over 'some girl'."

Jack-O & The Heat

Not Guilty - At Least With This One...
Not to be left out by the media frenzy dealing with the Michael Jackson trial, I thought I'd share my two cents worth. One of the jurors in the trial said it best when he explained how the verdict they'd reached reflected ONLY the accusations of that one kid. He didn't feel Jackson had never molested a child, he just had reasonable doubt regarding this particular kid's credibility. That summed it up for me, too. Just a little while ago, Yahoo posted a news headline that read - "Jackson To End Sleepovers". Well, duh!

Mid 90's Heat & Humidity
Wow! This is like being back in south Texas. The temperatures hit the mid nineties, the air is muggy and humid, and you can't be outside for long without being coated by the sticky air that's best described as "chunky".
I looked out the window and saw some guy parading around without his shirt. Normally, I wouldn't pay attention, but he seemed so carefree despite the big beer belly, the white pants halfway down across his butt, and his general acceptance that he was some stud showing off "the goods". I'm not gonna say anything else about that.

VA Politicians SUCK!

Negative campaigning has reduced our political parties to nothing more than name-calling idiots. I had a great respect for our politicians up until last night when I saw ad after ad slamming this guy or that guy so people would supposedly vote for the "good guy". The good guy? I'm not voting for someone who assumes I'm stupid enough to be easily influenced by negative campaigning and car dealer-style political ads.

To be honest, the ads went from shocking, repulsive, and insulting to ludicrous, mundane, and boring. The ads always start off dramatic, they make the "evil politician" look stupid while presenting his case in black-and-white, or loudly intrusive video and audio formatting. Enter our "good guy" with soft music, vivid colors and soft-light Glamour Shot photography. Is this an ad designed to educate me about the candidate's plans for office, or should I be sending money to some infomercial?!

I'm going the extra mile, and this time actually write the people responsible for these ads and the negative campaigning. Maybe writing to the channels who air these ads will also help. That old commercial comes to mind: "Don't just take a stance; take action."

The way I see it, these politicians are only bad-mouthing someone else because they can't base their own campaign on the good things they've done. If they have no real plans for office, or if they feel they can't sell themselves to the voting masses, then they're going to talk trash about their opponents. The only real effect of negative campaigning is making the voting public realize how much of a loser the candidate talking trash is.

Want me to vote for you? Show me the dream, show me your plan, show me where we're going. I don't wanna hear about Billy's voting record, his taxes and his family life ten years ago. I don't care.

Wake up, gents. The polls are calling, and you're asleep at the catfight.