Saturday, November 18, 2006

Social commentary

Well, it's that time of year again--snowflakes, snow angles, and snowmen, the smell of roasting chestnuts, the sounds of carolers, a general feeling of love, peace, and goodwill toward men, and of course, people getting shot over the new Playstation 3. Honestly people it's a mind-numbing waste of time that furthers social ineptitude, and apparently fosters mob behavior.

And I haven't even mentioned the HORRENDOUS bastardizations of time-honored carols that they call commercials.

Now let's mention the newest O.J. fiasco. I have a hard time fathoming that even in today's scandal-ridden entertainment world filled with spectacle-lust, someone actually thinks it's acceptable (much less a good idea) to glorify the murder of two innocent people while the murderer's children slumbered upstairs in exchange for money.

I'm not quite ready to throw away the proverbial towel and become a hermit, but the aforementioned certainly bolster my sense of elitism, both moral and intellectual.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

On nights unseasonably warm with beaming moon and starlit dance, I converse with Orion on his recurrent hunt. The tragedy of the mundane world melts as I contemplate the fiery beauty of the expanse, and my solace is knowing that I am a pinion in a greater cosmic design.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Priceless Pics

Oh, sarcasm how I love you!

A pitcher and a catcher in love...

Mark, the pocket-gay, and his uberlesbo rental truck of butchness