Dear My Bank,
It’s direct deposit. How is it “pending?!?” Come on! I’ve got bills to pay.
Also, stop charging me $0.25 every time I use my card as a debit.
Also, stop charging me $3 every time I use someone else’s ATM (on top of the usual $1.50-2.00 THAT bank charges me!).
Also, stop putting a hold on my card every time I buy something you think is “suspicious.” (“Suspicious” often means just barely out of my own neighborhood for less than $50…but if I spend $200 in Chicago, they’re fine with that.)
In short, Bank…I’m starting to feel like I need a new bank.
PS – Also, why the hell doesn’t the branch nearest my house have a change-sorting machine? It’s 2009! Do you have any idea how many f***ing nickels I have?!?!?
We all know I’m a Democrat. We all know that I have a lot of Republican friends. In the course of conversation, the subject of politics comes up a lot, and every now and again I feel like I have to say something. It’s a little less frequent now that the election’s over—somehow my candidate winning went a long way in proving my point for me…but I do have something that’s been on my mind.
I’ve been hearing a lot of people complaining about taxes. Mostly Republicans who think “Obama’s gonna tax EVERYTHING!” (These same people have failed to notice that the sales-tax in the city of St. Louis rose to just shy of 10% UNDER BUSH…but I digress…) I hear a lot of people criticizing the “tax-and-spend” mentality of the Democratic Party. And, yes…we do largely support that theory. Apart from wondering where the money’s supposed to come from if not from taxes, I’d just like to say the following to all of my Republican friends, re: (GASP!) taxes…
America’s the greatest country in the world. I don’t mind paying a little bit more for the priviledge of living here.
FREEDOM. ISN’T. FREE.
That either applies to all of us or none of us.
Thank you for your indulgence. Here is a picture of Tom Wopat and John Schneider shooting pool.
(Stolen from the Internet.)
Here’s one mostly for Dave…
…I like it…I’m thinking of putting it on a cigarette pack, like instead of the Pall Mall logo or something… I’m a little afraid that the “St. Louis” thing makes it either look a little cheesy, or like a bar…but I can chop that off if it keeps bugging me. 🙂
By the way…those guitars are photoshopped copies of the exact guitars we use. The drums aren’t, because I couldn’t remember what Johnny’s actual kit is, other than that it’s made by Tama…
EDIT: For some reason, it’s coming up a little pixelated on the blog, but I guarantee you that it’s quite lovely on my laptop.
Pardon me, Mr. President…but…
…somehow that looks even stupider on you than it did the last guy…
…and give Bob Dole his pen back. That’s not cool.
I promise I’m going to return to blogging regularly. Been kinda wiped out lately. I’ve got a couple of things half-written and I’ll post them soon.
You know that feeling where you think you SHOULD say something about Sarah Palin, but you just don’t care about her anymore?
I’ve got that right now…
I just found out that my friend John Puckett is once again battling cancer.
Some of you may remember me blogging at great, nonsensical length about that like two-ish years ago when he was battling it the first time. Good news is that this time he’s only battling one type of cancer. Bad news is, it’s still cancer.
So that sucks…
I know he doesn’t read my blog…but nonetheless…
Hang in there, John.
…boy, the blog’s been depressing lately, hasn’t it?
In respect to that, here’s a picture of a kitty with a dream:
Okay…I don’t want to get maudlin…but a friend of mine’s niece recently passed away. She was 16 and was found dead in a hotel pool. Don’t know a cause of death, but whatever it is, it’s not fair and it doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. It never does. (I didn’t know her, by the way…but stuff like this always sucks to hear about.)
I’ve seen people that young and younger die a few times. It never feels right. If someone old dies, it makes sense. They had a rich, full life—or opportunity for one, anyway—and that’s what happens at the end of it. You live, then you die. But there’s supposed to be a good 70-100 years in there. Not 16. Not 5. Not a couple of days. Even if someone’s a little younger than that—even in their 20s…at least they got to DO some stuff. They got out of high school and lived in the real world for a while. But it’s not right for a teenager or a kid to die. That’s just not right.
Stuff like this makes me understand how some people can be athiests. I get it…
It’s a misconception. People think stuff like this is somehow God’s fault. That God caused it, or at least didn’t PREVENT it, like he could/should have. People think that God regularly performs miracles, but that he chose to pass them over. (Misconception #1 — If God REGULARLY performed miracles, they wouldn’t be spectacular, and therefore wouldn’t be miracles.) Problem is that stuff like this isn’t God’s fault. Stuff like this breaks God’s heart. He doesn’t like seeing child-sized coffins any more than we do. Maybe Satan causes these young deaths. Maybe humanity does. Maybe it’s just terrible genetics…who knows? I do know that God DOESN’T do it though.
All God does is welcome people Home when they get there.
Just wanted to say that.