of course, the two of them together will be Rocky and Bullwinkle... 
posted by Wanting at 9:00 PM

 

...and his name will be Sin... 
posted by Wanting at 8:59 PM

 

“Books and ideas are the most effective weapons against intolerance and ignorance.”—Lyndon Baines Johnson

...if you're interested and want to see what some people want to tell you what and what not to read, go here.......

www.ala.org/bbooks

“Without Freedom of Thought, there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as publick Liberty, without Freedom of Speech.”—Benjamin Franklin

“Restriction of free thought and free speech is the most dangerous of all subversions. It is the one un-American act that could most easily defeat us."—Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas, "The One Un-American Act." Nieman Reports, vol. 7, no. 1 (Jan. 1953): p. 20.

posted by Wanting at 8:37 PM

 
...I was right about my dad...he called the other day to tell me what gas mileage he got on his truck when he drove back down to Georgia. Going on and on about how ethanol is better (that's what they make where I'll be working) on the gas mileage. I had to tell him I was in the middle of something to get him off the phone.

...ten bucks says I'll be getting a call from his wife about him next week, because that's when I start my new job and THAT's when he did it the last time, during a new job.

...anybody want to wager something? I pick Tuesday evening.
posted by Wanting at 7:34 PM

 
...yeah, I "rocked out"...it's all silver...nice stereo pkg with the speakers on the roll bar...power steering power brakes cruise and air bags...and air conditioning....in a Jeep...I had the top off and the air conditioning going...how presumptious is that?

...unfortunately, I didn't buy it. I wanted to buy it...I tried to buy it...but they were only going to give me 7500 for my truck...I may be crazy, but I'm not a total fool.

...so I drove it for a few hours (the dealer let me take this thing out of the show room and told me to be back by 5...). I got it out of my system...for now...
posted by Wanting at 4:19 PM

 

...guess what I did Saturday.... 
posted by Wanting at 4:18 PM

 

..that's a little more like it.. 
posted by Wanting at 9:48 PM

 

...when they build a franchise of restaurants with guys in chaps...serving ME....then I'll order some wings...yeah, I know...you go for the hot wings... 
posted by Wanting at 9:33 PM

 

..so when IS this damn sequal coming out? 
posted by Wanting at 9:28 PM

 

Just in case you missed it the last time and because I woke up with a headache and didn't go back to bed, this is my truck...except it's not 4-wheel drive and it doesn't have the black fender thingies.. 
posted by Wanting at 7:26 AM

 

...it's a sad state of affairs when sock puppets are put into dryers...I loved this guy (I have one) and he is NOT the reason they went out of business.... 
posted by Wanting at 10:11 PM

 
...and now for something completely........

less sad...

posted by Wanting at 10:07 PM

 
...I don't know the whole story...moving the Jews out of their homes...isn't this supposed to be a holy land?

...I don't understand hate. I'm not saying I haven't felt it...I have...and some of it righteously so (at least I think so). But how can you hate a people...a whole race...because of color, religion, status, whatever?

...to those who hate...go away...we don't need you here. Go off to some remote place and live together so you can wallow together in your stupidity. Keep to yourselves. And please, take precautions...birth control is needed...because you shouldn't breed. Sex is all you need. Maybe then you'll get a glimpse of some kind of humanity in yourselves, but please don't breed.
posted by Wanting at 11:46 PM

 

...This is what hate does...is it me, or is that man crying? See the other men's faces? They seem sad...embarrassed... 
posted by Wanting at 11:44 PM

 
...the other day I was ranting about how people seemed to be bothered by the fact that I was sick a while back. It seems funny, but the ones I did tell didn't like it, and the ones I didn't tell at that time (my friends) got pissed because I didn't tell them.

...the ones who were rude about it, as if I was some disease carrying parasite, apparently don't realize that that kind of bullshit hurts. It's not the fact that I needed their pity. I hate pity. But the look that would come over their face...and they would either want to hear all about it, or couldn't get away fast enough.

...my friends were and still are great. I guess that proves I am loved, and by all the right people.

...one of the things they do to you before you start your treatments is a bone marrow test, to see if you have any cancer there. If any of you know what it entails, then you know how horrific it is.

...they take a needle, (I'm not quite sure how long it was because I didn't want to know) and they pierce your skin, pushing it in until they get to the bone. Then they have to pierce that enough to get some marrow on a little hook at the end of the needle, then pull it back and out with a sample for the lab.

...for me, the required area of entry was my hip, both of them. I had to lay on my stomach, expose my ass and let the doctor work his magic.

...the day he consulted me, he suggested we do it then. I would just need a local of novicaine, it would only take a few minutes, and I could go home.

...I had just been told the day before what was wrong with me. I had Hodgkins...lymphatic cancer...and I was scared shitless. I heard it was curable, but then he told me I had an 80 something chance of being cured. Which meant, sometimes it's not.

...I agreed to let him do the procedure, and I was taken into a treatment room, told to lie down (after I pulled my pants and underwear down enough to reveal both buttocks) and I was given a couple of shots of novicaine. He left the room, and the nurse was nice enough to answer any questions I had.

...I don't really remember what I asked, but I did learn that this could be painful. She said she would be right there as he did it, and I could hold her hand and squeeze as hard as I wanted. She also told me that some people could handle it and some people couldn't. But she would not let go of me.

...I was getting even more nervous now. Soon the doctor came back in and made sure I was numb, took the needle...and pushed.

...I really couldn't feel it, just like when I went to the dentist (not to mention it was my ass...) he would tell me what he was doing...that I would feel pressure...and that when he got to my hip bone...more pressure.

...I started crying, being the wimp I was, but when he got to that point, I felt more than pressure.

...it's very hard to explain what the pain felt like. I never felt anything so bad before or after.

...the nurse talked to me, trying to soothe me, calm me down. She told me to squeeze, just squeeze her hand...that I couldn't hurt her. I had to fight to keep from crying out, and when he hit the needle with something to push it in farther, I had to fight to keep from screaming.

...that's when I started begging. I said I didn't want to do this anymore, that I wanted to take the sedative that he talked about. I begged him to stop. Literally begged. He seemed to make an exasperated sound of impatience, and suddenly, finally, the needle was out.

...he told me we would need to make an appointment for the next week, pulling his gloves off as I lay there crying like I'd just been shot, and walked out, leaving the nurse to help me up and collect myself. She was very nice to me, telling me it would be better if I had the sedative, giving me a box of kleenex and trying to make me feel better. She asked me if I needed help with my clothes, and even though I was shaking so hard, almost violently, I told her I was fine. Luckily she left the room, and I hid my face in my hands as I started crying again. I didn't want to feel sorry for myself, but I had no idea what I was going to do.

...it took me a few minutes to get myself together enough to walk out of there, and I remember a man sitting in the waiting room, looking up at me. He seemed surprised all of a sudden. I'd never seen him before, but then I realized by the way he watched me...he looked scared...that I must have looked even worse.
posted by Wanting at 4:22 PM

 
...can you believe this? I've been flagged. I have no idea what that means exactly, but it's a bit nerve wrecking.

..anyone remember Hitler? He banned books and then burned them. There's a banned book list out there...with such titles as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the Holy Bible. Scary.

...when I worked at the book store, a major pet peeve of mine was censors. You don't censor books, because it's immoral. If you want your kids to stay away from that stuff, then you need to talk to him and maybe watch him a bit closer. Stop leaving him alone all the time with no structure or responsibility, then bitch when someone tries to tell you he's been peeking in the girls' locker room, or talking back to his teacher.

...and by the way, D &D and Magic...just a game you gomer. Not the devil's spawn. A game. It's not the game's fault you have no social skills and you're slowly turning into a sociopath. If your kid goes off the deep end and hurts or kills people, don't complain it was all those games he used to play. Playboy doesn't turn him into Chester Molester. Oh, if you happen to be gay, that has nothing to do with Chester, either. Don't be stupid. If you must be homophobic, keep it to your self. You just sound even more stupid.

...if your kid does something bad, it's because he is bad.

...and one more thing...all you trailor trash hillbillies...stop giving us a bad name. My mom's from Mississippi...enough said there. I'm not ashamed I come from hillbilly roots...trailer trash...rednecks...but some of you guys are really starting to embarrass us.

...whatever you do, don't get on Jerry Springer.
posted by Wanting at 11:35 PM

 
...I think my dad is on his way to another "situation."

...when he called the other day, he was either...1)hard of hearing, 2)tired and a little confused because of it, or 3)going off his meds and confused because of it.

...I have no idea how long it takes him to go off completely. He seems to get to a point where he thinks he doesn't need them because he's feeling good. He also decides it's ok to drink the alcohol he was told NOT to drink. I think the thing that is keeping him from being jumped is the fact they think he's crazy.

...I guess you could say he is.

This is what he does...

1)The thoughts you ponder when you think things through in your mind...he talks about outloud. Almost discussing things...but not to someone...just himself....to the point that he may get upset.
2)He's going to get a job at NASA or somewhere where he can work/fly fighter planes or rockets. He then tells you anything you may never want to know about them.
3)He talks incessantly, non-stop, won't-eat-a-bite-of-food all the while.
4)He buys stuff. Last thing he bought was a new truck at the Toyota dealership in Alpharetta, Georgia. When we called the guy to tell him dad was a little altered when he bought it, the fucker that sold it to him said his old truck was already cleaned and spoken for. TWO DAYS LATER.
5)He won't shower. No need to explain.
6)He gets irritable when confronted about all of this, at times he seems violent, but the worse he's done is slapped a pill out of my hand that I tried to get him to take while the county mental health assessor (I can't remember what else to call him) was trying to decide to send him to the hospital or not. When he kept yelling he would burn the house down, cops were called. Luckily he went voluntarily.***

...but of course, he has to volunteer to be put in a hospital in Bloomington or wherever they can find...they shut down Zeller's in Peoria, Pekin Hospital's ward (not that they were any good) and I don't think Methodist has one anymore.

...then there's the wife. She never calls me until dad has disappeared for three days or he is driving her crazy...blah, blah, blah. I need to ask a lawyer how responsible she is. I get the feeling that one day she'll just leave him.

IF ANYONE KNOWS A LAWYER THAT WOULD GIVE ME INFO...PLEASE HELP ME.

...if anyone knows someone who suffers from some mental disease, you know what I'm talking about.

***According to my doctor, I haven't inherited it, it would have shown up by now. So those of you that were wondering....whew...
posted by Wanting at 7:28 PM

 
...I have come to realize over the past few months, that certain people, for whatever reason, have some sort of averse reaction to my having been sick.

...Let's see...it wasn't catching...it was actually curable...it wasn't anything that would cause mental illiness (or at least cause me any more mental problems than I already had...uness you count the stress and fear and all that shit that comes with being ill)...it only affected my work when I was sick and too tired to hardly move. But they always knew when and would let me handle it w/o a problem.

...SO...if you are one of those people that gets that sudden look on their face when someone tells you they had a serious illness...or worse yet...when they tell you they have a serious illness...and you just can't handle it....

FUCK OFF.

You're not wanted here.
posted by Wanting at 6:23 PM

 
...oh, by the way...I GOT THE JOB!!!
posted by Wanting at 3:17 AM

 

These are the guys who are getting shot at every day. So be grateful. No matter what you feel about all the shit in the world. 
posted by Wanting at 3:13 AM

 

This is the soldier I support...the guy on the right. His name is Nicholas Dumond and he's a "ground communication organizational repairman." He's a Marine Cpl, and I am very thankful for he and his friends, Reeves (in the middle) and Young. 
posted by Wanting at 3:11 AM

 

...I like him, too... 
posted by Wanting at 9:34 PM

 

...this guy could scare you just by speaking...he was fantastic.. 
posted by Wanting at 9:34 PM

 

...this is everybody's guilty pleasure... 
posted by Wanting at 9:33 PM

 

...this was another great one...I love the soundtrack... 
posted by Wanting at 9:32 PM

 

..if you've never seen this one...you have no idea what you're missing... 
posted by Wanting at 9:30 PM

 

good stuff...comes out again in theaters in October... 
posted by Wanting at 9:30 PM

 

I'm in the mood for some good movies.... 
posted by Wanting at 9:29 PM

 
...I may have a new job...it's close to my house, better benefits, very laid back so less stress, and better pay. I have an interview on Tuesday morning....here's hoping I will be giving my notice on Tuesday afternoon...
posted by Wanting at 8:07 PM