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I’m sure by now everyone has been reminded at least once that it is the three year anniversary of the 2001 attacks. (2004 minus 2001 equals 3 for those not paying attention.) I won’t go into anything really here because as I said last year, I wasn’t really personally hurt by the day, however I know plenty were, so I’ll let them all reflect their own ways without bothering to throw my 2 cents in.
Instead I would like to bitch about a few things; hence the name “disgruntled human”. First off, I’m getting sick and tired of all the stupid campaign commercials I have to endure. Let’s put some shit aside here now. First, I don’t really like George Bush, never have, didn’t vote for him the first time around and won’t vote for him the second time around either. However, I’m not exactly crazy about Kerry either. My problem is this: the economy and national security are the two key issues and 90% of the ads don’t worry about that. Sure they both like to mention the war, but unfortunately it’s the wrong fucking war. Tell me a story about Iraq, don’t waste my time on Vietnam anymore. I don’t care if Kerry’s Purple Hearts are made of construction paper, and I don’t care if Bush did or didn’t go AWOL from his duties. That was a long time ago and it really isn’t going to get us anywhere is it? It’s like arguing over who ate the last slice of pizza last New Year’s Eve, nobody is going to fess up and it won’t change anything. So let’s move on to some more important issues shall we? I mean hell, we only have less than two months before we need to do this whole voting thing and I don’t know who to vote for. Kerry looks and acts like Herman Munster which frightens me some. I always thought Dick Cheney was some sort of android type creature, and now I think Kerry might be too. I honestly think that roughly 95% of the votes Kerry gets won’t be votes for him, but votes against Bush.

As far as I’m concerned Bush acts somewhat like an idiot. He may not be, and for the sake of our country, I hope he isn’t… but he sure puts out that vibe. The president of the US needs to be a salesman and George just isn’t that good at it, and I don’t know if Kerry could be either. I look at the president like a car salesman. I know he’s giving me a total line of bullshit, but if he wraps it up in a nice package, I’m going to buy it. All politics aside, whether you like the man or not, Clinton was good at this. No need to get into policies or moral issues, but I’d buy a car from that motherfucker. Clinton could have sold someone a Yugo with no engine in it because he had that personality and he was an excellent bullshitter; and unfortunately Bush isn’t a good bullshitter or communicator. When I see George give a speech on television I am reminded of high school speech class when you’d go up there and basically forget everything you were going to say, even with the notes in front of you.

So as far as my vote goes, I’m pretty sure who I’ll vote for… and if not I’ll flip a coin.

Way to go NASA, letting yet another spacecraft crash into the ground. Fortunately this time no humans had to die. So we spent $264 million dollars on this thing to collect solar dust and then Jimmy, the head of the parachute department at NASA, forgot to hook up the parachutes to this craft a couple years ago after a long drinking spree the night before. Wonderful. I’m sure for a fraction of the cost you could have gotten some angel dust down the street and saved us, the taxpayers, a ton of money. But of course, being a government agency they decided that there was no need for that because if there’s something we have plenty of in this country, it’s money.

So at any rate, this thing crashes into the desert and busts open and I would assume spills it’s content all over the desert that it slammed into. Isn’t there some sort of contamination going on there? Luckily it slammed into the desert in Utah, where the only living things are lizards and Mormons.

So I wonder if anyone will get fired over this whole thing. I highly doubt it. If Rumsfield doesn’t get fired over prison abuse stuff, then I doubt anyone at NASA is going to be working a drive-thru anytime soon. Of course an article on CNN said this: Because of Earth’s electromagnetic field, much of the sun’s deadly radiation and material never reaches the planet’s surface.

Yes, until we spilled it all over the desert in Utah… Way to go NASA.

Oh no, it’s a Hurricane. In fact it’s Hurricane Frances. I actually heard reporters slightly mention that this hurricane wasn’t as bad as Hurricane Charlie. However you notice that it pretty much ruled the news for a week straight. Why you ask, because they hyped it up so much before it ever even got to Florida that they had to stick with it and make it look really bad. When you evacuate that many people out of a state you have to make it look like they would have all died before they get back. I’m not saying this hurricane was nothing, because it was destructive, but most hurricanes are. I guess if you are going to live in Florida you live to expect that every year your whole life could get blown away in a night. One thing I noticed when I was watching this whole thing unfold on live TV. Why the fuck do these reporters think they need to stand in the middle of the damn hurricane? You could just as effectively sit your ass in a room with the camera pointed out the window and show us it that way. The only reason I even watched coverage of the hurricane this time is because I was waiting for one of those cocksuckers to get hit by some sort of flying debris. I don’t want to see them killed, but to see a garbage can come flying by and knock one of those stupid bastards in their blue or yellow raincoats down would be poetic justice. Then they could continue to report from their new ground position and tell us that’s how bad the hurricane force winds are. That and ask for someone to pull the Rubbermaid trash can out of their ass. I guess I just don’t understand why these reporters stand out there and report like that. Has any reporter ever won an award for doing this; I don’t think so. Plus the fact that so many before them have done this it doesn’t even make it impressive anymore either. You know what, if you want to impress me newsboy, then tie yourself to a fucking pole and jump in the air and see how long you stay there in the wind. That would impress me.

As long as we’re talking about shitty weather, I might as well talk about mine. Yesterday when I left work it was so fucking humid you could hardly breathe. You know, where you walk and if any part of you touches another part of you, it’s sticking. So after work I go home and turn on the fan and relax a while. Today of course it is really nice, no humidity and what not. Well, to go from what we had yesterday to what we are enjoying today, in Wisconsin you usually get some nasty storms. So I was watching the weather on TV and I see tornado warnings in Eastern Minnesota and then they start heading our way. One by one each county is being lit up in the path of the storm and ours was next in line. So around 7:30 or so our tornado sirens go off and apparently we were under a warning until 8:30 or somewhere around then. The only problem was that nothing was going on. It was raining out but it wasn’t even lightning and thundering out. Of course I couldn’t have heard it thunder over the fucking sirens. I think as far as sounds that I hate go, tornado siren ranks up there with alarm clock. So anyway, no tornados hit here that I know of and unfortunately my workplace was still there when I got there this morning. So I guess life goes on.

As I am driving to work this morning at 6am, I was wondering something to myself. Why do people bother putting the signs up in their yard for who they are voting for? Who really gives a shit? I don’t care what my neighbor is voting for and I don’t care who they are voting for either. I thought your vote was supposed to be so private, and here these nimrods are plastering their thoughts all over the front lawn. Is the thought that I might see the sign in their front lawn and it will sway the way I am thinking and now I’m going to vote for the person they like? I don’t think so. I would rather vote for the person that I like the best and for the person I think will fuck up things less than the person who has the most signs per block. That’s the way it should be anyway.

So it’s the last official holiday of summer. Big fucking whoop is what I say. There is nothing spectacular about Labor Day except for the fact that I will work Monday for time and a half and I will also get myself another 8 hours of holiday pay on top of that. Other than that it’s just another day. So everyone is going camping one last time and everyone is going to have fun one more time before it snows and fucks everything up. You know the sad part of the holiday is that our pharmacy is closed on Monday (and always closed on Sunday) and my god you would think it was Armageddon out there. Old people flocking into the store picking up all of their prescriptions because the apocalypse might just happen on Monday and they wouldn’t be able to pick up their pills then. It just boggles the mind with some people. I could see if they had like 2 pills left but I’m sure that over 100 of them didn’t have empty bottles left at home. It’s the same thing when they predict snow in the winter.
The new look of the site is done, at least on my computer. I haven’t uploaded anything yet and probably won’t for a while. I am going to wait until I have at least five new things to add to the site, then I will upload it all at once. So far I have three things completed and added to the site. Hopefully before the month is over it will all be in place… maybe.

I actually have no idea what number VCR I’m on, but it’s up there. Thankfully they are under $40 now and it isn’t too big a hit to the wallet. My VCR died about four months ago and then I pulled my spare out that I put away for some reason I didn’t remember. Well, when I threw the old one away and brought out the spare I remembered. I put the new tape in and it played just fine, so I was all happy about that. Then I stopped the tape and turned the machine off. Here’s the part my memory was having a hard time remembering. I turned the machine back on later and apparently the machine was hungry after resting and it decided to eat my tape. For whatever reason, it likes to eat the tapes if there was one in there, although if you put one in it works just fine. Well, sounds like some fucked up problem to me and since it would cost roughly $30 an hour for someone to try and fix it, I figured for $40 I would just buy a new one and say forget it. So here I am with my newest VCR hoping it lasts a little longer than four months. I hardly ever use a VCR anymore except to tape South Park when the new episodes are on.

I am currently working on the new design for my site and also trying to work on the new content for the site. I have three things done now, and the graphic changes are roughly 80% done now.

But hey, I’ve been slightly busy. I’m still working on the new content for the site, I’ve got 16 things started, 13 of which I think will actually make it to the site and only 1 that is completed. I am also working on the new design for the site. This is what the new design is probably going to look like. I’ve already tweaked it from that design so it already looks different from the trial4 site.
I also had to go back to work. Yes, that sucked major ass but unfortunately it’s the only legal way I’ve found to make money at the moment. Sure there are illegal ways to make money but nothing I’ve ever been too succesful at.

Of course in case no one knew, Cartman won the E-Lections over at Comedy Central. There was never any doubt in my mind that he would win so it didn’t really come as a shock I’m sure; although it did piss off the anti-Cartman folks, but fuck them. Speaking of Cartman, check this out. I didn’t make it, but I thought it was pretty kick ass.

Yes, it’s day six already. No headache today, but unfortunately just thinking about tomorrow being my last day of freedom before heading back to the hellhole is enough to make anyone sick. Today was my day off plain and simple. What did I do today? Not a damn thing. Sure, I did a little painting, nailed a few boards in place and what not, but for the most part is was a lazy Saturday afternoon like the way God intended. Speaking of God, here’s something that caught my attention:

BRIELLE, N.J. — An 8-year-old girl who suffers from a rare digestive disorder and cannot eat wheat has had her first Holy Communion declared invalid because the wafer contained no wheat, violating Roman Catholic doctrine.

Haley was diagnosed with celiac sprue disease when she was 5. The disorder occurs in people with a genetic intolerance of gluten, a food protein contained in wheat and other grains.
When consumed by celiac sufferers, gluten (pronounced GLOO’-ten) damages the lining of the small intestine, blocking nutrient absorption and leading to vitamin deficiencies, bone-thinning and sometimes gastrointestinal cancer.

Now, Haley Waldman’s mother is pushing the Diocese of Trenton and the Vatican to make an exception, saying the girl’s condition should not exclude her from the sacrament, which commemorates the Last Supper of Jesus Christ before his crucifixion. The mother believes a rice Communion wafer would suffice.

“It’s just not a viable option. How does it corrupt the tradition of the Last Supper? It’s just rice versus wheat,” said Elizabeth Pelly-Waldman.

Church doctrine holds that Communion wafers, like the bread served at the Last Supper, must have at least some unleavened wheat. Church leaders are reluctant to change anything about the sacrament.

“This is not an issue to be determined at the diocesan or parish level, but has already been decided for the Roman Catholic Church throughout the world by Vatican authority,” Trenton Bishop John M. Smith said in a statement last week.

The diocese has told Haley’s mother that the girl can receive a low-gluten wafer, or just drink wine at Communion, but that anything without gluten does not qualify. Pelly-Waldman rejected the offer, saying her child could be harmed by even a small amount of the substance.

Some Catholic churches allow no-gluten hosts, while others do not, said Elaine Monarch, executive director of the Celiac Disease Foundation, a California-based support group for sufferers.

“It is an undue hardship on a person who wants to practice their religion and needs to compromise their health to do so,” Monarch said.

The church has similar rules for Communion wine. For alcoholics, the church allows a substitute for wine under some circumstances, however the drink must still be fermented from grapes and contain some alcohol. Grape juice is not a valid substitute.

Haley, a shy, brown-haired tomboy who loves surfing and hates wearing dresses, realizes the consequences of taking a wheat wafer.

“I’m on a gluten-free diet because I can’t have wheat. I could die,” she said last week.

Last year, as the third grader approached Holy Communion age in this Jersey Shore town, her mother told officials at St. Denis Catholic Church in Manasquan that the girl could not have the standard host.

After the church’s pastor refused to allow a substitute, a priest at a nearby parish volunteered to offer one, and in May, Haley wore a white Communion dress, and received the sacrament alongside her mother, who had not taken Communion since she herself was diagnosed with the disease.

Last month, the diocese told the priest that the church would not validate Haley’s sacrament because of the substitute wafer.

Yes… in the grand scheme of things in the Catholic Church, it doesn’t matter if the wafer will kill you, because if you don’t eat it you are going to hell. Arrogance and stupidity such as this is why I don’t go to church. That and the fact that I don’t have the need to play dress up on Sundays and compare with the other losers.

Today was pretty much a bust. I ended up getting more material for finishing up my door but never got to do anything with it. I wound up fixing a computer today and that took a major chunk out of my day. When I finally got home after 4pm my head hurt so damn bad I ended up doing much of nothing because it pretty much hurt to keep my eyes open. Somewhere around 7pm I finally caved in and took some Excedrin and then went to bed. I just woke up and decided to throw a blog together quickly.

Why would I have a headache? Maybe it’s because this is my third to last day of vacation and I know I have to get my ass back to work on Monday. That’s enough to make anyone sick. I guess I’m happy now that I took this weekend off as well, because otherwise I would be at work in less than 7 hours and that would suck major ass. Another reason I may be sick is the weather. Since we are in mid August here, you would think it would be hot and humid and I would be bitching about that; but no. Instead the weather has decided to swing the other way and we are actually under a frost advisory. Do you realize that if we were to get any precipitation we could actually have a chance tonight to have snow? That is fucked up when in August your temperatures dip down to the 30’s. You weather assholes owe me some 80’s come winter. Fair is fair.

Today was the day. Today is when the new door went up. I think I made reference yesterday to wondering if Bob Vila was going to show up or not. Well, after I wrote that I realized that if Bob did show up, he wouldn’t do a fucking thing. I’ve never really seen him do much on that show. He usually walks around with the camera following him and tries some things, but never sticks around and finishes them. If Bob had been here it would have went something like this.

“We’re here at the front of the house and we have Dave here installing a new front door. Those are pretty heavy, how’d you get that in by yourself? I see you’re at the hammering stage now, mind if I take a crack at it? Yes, you have to be very careful when you are hammering. Sometimes it helps to be mad at the nails. I like to pretend they are those cocksuckers from PBS that fired me from This Old House many years ago. Well, I’ll let you get back to work now while I stroll down to the mill shop and we’ll see just how they make these doors.”

So yeah, it would have gone something like that. I guess if I’m going to be hoping someone would have shown up I should have been looking for the people from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition or any one of those handfuls of new fangled home improvement shows. Well, in any event the door is up and it opens and closed much easier than the old door. I’d have to say mission accomplished.

You know what kind of exciting shit happened to me today? Not a damn thing. When I got up and turned on the weather they were talking about severe storms blowing through the area during the day. Well, if there’s one thing you don’t want to do it’s to have the front door of your dwelling off when the monsoon rains hit. Of course, just like always, the weatherman was wrong. We did get some monsoon rain, but it only lasted two minutes. No lightning, no thunder, just some hard rain. Of course I think it would have been fine but of course, the project is delayed until tomorrow now. The storm door got pulled off though, and all of the trim is off now as well. That way tomorrow will only need the removing of the door and hopefully installing of the new door; which tops should only take two or three days. Ok, not that I doubt my skills, but I’ve never done this before and no matter how many episodes of This Old House and Hometime I’ve viewed in my lifetime, there’s nothing like doing it yourself. Hmm, maybe I should break out the camcorder and videotape it, I could start my own show. That or end up on America’s Funniest Home Videos.

I took my Kill Bills back to the video store today and dropped them off. I rented Secret Window to watch now, although it’s not due back until Monday. Uggh, Monday when I’ll be back at my stupid job. Well, enough about that, because I still have four full days to enjoy before my return to hell.

Would you look at that, an entire blog without using the word fuck. Oh, nevermind.

Well, day two of my vacation I woke up earlier than I would have liked to. I ended up going out of town for the day. There was quite a bit of fog out there this morning. I noticed that even though I am going 5 miles over the speed limit when it’s so foggy out that you can see probably two semi lengths in front of you, that other idiots seem to think they still need to pass me. What the fuck is that about? It really sucks because even if they lose their way and fly off the road I’m probably not going to get to see it because it’s so damn foggy out. Driving in the fog really doesn’t bother me much because I don’t worry much about my own driving. I worry about the other dumb motherfuckers that are out there attempting to drive. I don’t need some 16 year old bitch that is talking on the cell with her right hand and smoking a cigarette with her left running into me because “oh my god, did Tina really say that? Oh my god!!”. Don’t need it. I also don’t need some 90 year old cocksucker hitting me because he miscalculated a foot for two car lengths. Yes, I love sharing the road with all of these dumb bastards; can’t you tell?

Last night I watched Kill Bill Volume 1, and now Volume 2 is sitting on the entertainment cabinet just begging to be watched. Therefore I am going to abandon my computer early tonight and see how much blood can be spilled on my second day of vacation. Tomorrow’s project: install a door. Where the fuck is Bob Vila when you need him?

Today was my official first day of vacation. Of course I haven’t been to work since Friday, but since it was my weekend off anyway, I don’t really count that. Nope, vacation started today. I got the chore shit out of the way immediately. Basement cleaned up – Check. Haircut – Check, rented a couple movies – Check. So, I got all that important shit out of the way and decided to check out daytime television and see what I’m missing everyday while I’m slaving away at work. First channel I hit had a soap opera on. There was some guy talking to some girl and telling her some shit. Now I’ve never seen the show before and have no clue who these people are supposed to be, but I knew he was fucking lying, and my claims were backed up a few seconds later when she called him a liar. Well, I don’t need to watch anything so predictable, so I flip through a few more channels. Well, if it isn’t the Maury Povich show. Well, as long as he isn’t doing more of the stupid “I know it’s not my baby bitch, let’s do a DNA test” shows. Well, I guess I should have expected nothing less. Maury (Talk / Tabloid) Paternity tests. TV14 CC. Ok, so the chick is on TV talking about she fucked a few different guys and her man may not be the father of their child. So when the test is revealed and it turns out he is the father, why does he do that little happy dance. I’d say fuck you ya goddamn slut and walk off the stage. Maybe one of your “on the side” dicks will take care of you. Since that never happens it’s time to flip to another channel. Ahh, the X Games. Nothing makes me feel better about my lazy ass sitting on the couch watching television that watching young men jumping bikes and motorbikes and doing flips and turns that you couldn’t even imagine. I have a hard enough time just trying to make a sharp turn on my bike, let alone ever going airborne. That takes a lot of things that I certainly don’t have in me.

Of course had my cable box been working properly, I wouldn’t have to be channel surfing, I would have just been able to run the on screen programming and see what was on without actually watching the shit. Last week for whatever reason my cable box stopped having the on screen programming on it. I went into Charter on my day off last week and told them about it. I was told that they had quite a few people that this had happened to and they were working on the problem and everyone would be up and working by Friday. Well, it seems to be Monday and my box is still not working properly. So, thinking they were a bunch of stupid assholes who just tell people bullshit to get them out of their office, I went back in today and was told that everyone will be up and running by tomorrow (Tuesday). Well, that’s much different than Friday isn’t it? So now tomorrow when I get home from my travels and my cable box still doesn’t work I am going to have to call the company and tell them to send a signal out to my cable box because the dumb asses in my town only think the problem is being fixed.