What The Hell Is Wrong With People?

Baltimore County, Saturday April 14, 2007.

Some immoral, demented, soulless bastards broke into a local elementary school, stole harsh cleaning chemicals (Sulphuric Acid) and poured them all over nearby playground equipment. Some poor two year old boy slides down the slide and winds up having to be taken to the Emergency Room with 2ND and 3RD degrees burn on his body. A TODDLER burned by acid because some shithead was playing a prank! I can't imagine what kind of person would commit such a crime!

JESUS CHRIST, PEOPLE SUCK!

The Egg Hunt

There I was leading my nephew through the yard in search of hidden treasure. Eggs in the grass. Eggs in the tree. Eggs in the flowerpot. Eggs by the fence. He spotted some from many feet away. There were others he was lucky he didn't step on before he saw them. It was a good time.

All in the name of Christianity and a big fluffy rabbit.

Disappointed

I was disappointed in the grade. We could have done bettter. We lost points in several areas that I feel I wouldn't have lost points if I had been responsible for those areas. I wasn't.

She was disappointed. The teacher. She told one of my group members that I should have 'Stepped Up' and taken charge. I should have shouldered more of the burden.

It's group project, lady. Groups have weak links. I did my part, and shouldn't be blamed for the shortcomings of others. Group projects are not easy.

I work better alone.

April Fools Day Blues

I don't know what it is. Usually I'm in it to win it when it comes to April 1st. Family, friends and anyone whithin reach should be weary. This year... NOTHING! I didn't even prank call my best friend's mother and she's the easiest mark I've ever met.

Lately I've been a little under the weather. Tired alot these days, as well. Maybe I'm getting old. Maybe I'm becoming boring. Maybe I've lost my mischevious desires. Maybe Peter Pan is dead.

Or I've just been a little distracted. There may be an opportunity for me to change my job once again. It would combine my two passions of theatre and working with special needs children. It could be great, but there are so many factors to take into consideration. (Salary, benefits, commute, another moveetc.) It's not turning out to be a black and white issue, especially now since the wedding's been postponed indefinitely. Oh well, I'll figure things out.

Valuable Class Time

It seemed that only 1 or 2 people had actually read the chapter. The teacher kept asking questions but received only silence in return. Crickets. Her lecture was on her specialty. She had a passion for this specific topic, and everyone in the class seemed to have banked on the quality of her presentation and so skipped the assigned reading.

Come on, people. Pay attention. This will be on your final. You'll need to know this. This is very important.

I drew this during the class. It's a mountain landscape with flying fudgecicles, bleeding teeth, musical notes, and a teddy bear falling to it's death. Just doodling.

Luck O D Irish...

I apologize to all of my Chicago friends whom I did not get a chance to see on our little visit. We were busy... We were trying to see as many people as possible... we failed.

The highlight of my weekend had to be giving a statement to the police. Man, it felt good performing my civic duty. I saw it all! I squealed like a stool pigeon about the brawl and my stupid ass even gave my personal info to the officer writing the report. I hope this BS doesn't go to trial...

Ah... the city life. How I miss it.

Yesterday...

There was just enough snow at the bottom of the slide for me to make a few snowballs with which my nephew then enjoyed pelting me in the chest.

Le Quack

"You know, it's like animals, you know? What do people say animals sound like in Japan? Or in France. In America we say ducks 'Quack' but what noise do they make in France? What's French for 'Quack'?"

-Overheard at a local coffee shop while trying to read a chapter for my special education class. I found it strangely appropriate.

'No Frame Of Reference'

The teacher made a request. "Draw a swing. Take out a piece of paper and draw a swing."

Everyone in class pulls out a piece of paper and starts to draw a swing. Everyone except one woman; one annoying woman. Not the most annoying student in the class but definitely one of the top three. She makes a show of not drawing a swing.

The teacher notices and says, "Draw a swing. Draw a swing."

The annoying woman says, "I have no frame of reference."

"Just draw whatever comes to mind. Draw a swing."

Times passes. The teacher requests to see the drawings. Students one by one show their sketches. Swing sets. Tire Swings. Love Seats.
We come to the annoying woman and she says, "I didn't really know what to draw. I have never been on a swing in my life. Where I went to school in New York, my school didn't have swings. I have no frame of reference."

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

That's your excuse? The teacher asked for everyone to draw a swing so she could illustrate a point about individuality and perception and you manufacture such a lame ass eccentricity? You're, what, late fifties, early sixties and you expect everyone in class to believe in your lifetime, not to mention your many years of teaching young children that you haven't been exposed to the extremely rare and mostc exotic of playground equipment: the swing set?

Come On! At that point, several other students in the class envisioned what it would be like to violently kick an old woman in the head and at least one of them smiled at the thought.

You Know What I Hate?

I hate when I go to the store to buy 1 item and everybody and their Mama is at the store stocking up for Judgement Day. There's one cashier open and everyone in line has 30 items plus, but not me - no, I'm just buying treats for my pooch.

Suddenly, after 15 minutes in line, another cashier opens, and what crucial mistake does that cashier make? That cashier says, "The next person in line can step over."

The Next Person! NEXT PERSON!

That means, that if five people are still in front of me - the loud, ignorant, class-less family who have never fully committed to the check out line and are at least 6 customers back should not be able to scream, "Hey Yo, that's us and race their cart full of crap to cashier #4."

People! People! What ever happened to courtesy? Didn't your parents ever teach you not to be so stupid?