ETHICS FOR JUNE/JULY RELEASE

Following much pondering, I have decided to release Ethics as a self-published book. The book, titled Poetry, vol. 1 will contain about thirty to forty pages of poetry with footnotes on how they came to be, as well as the full novel-lengthed story Ethics. More will come as the time draws near.

Politicians: The Death of Us

On the television, they have all of the people who are running for govenor now that Arnie is finished. They all talk about sending troops to the border to stop illegal immigration. All they are going to do is get us all killed.

If they do that, I think I might actually defect...

The Wall 2010 Tour

I don't care what I need to do, but I'll be damned if I miss this concert. I may have missed the final NIN concert, but I absolutly fucking REFUSE to miss the final Roger Waters concert in the US.

Twenty-One, Part Two

Well, it's in the dying hour of my birthday, and I did get to have a drink or two. Came home from class to have a margarita with my dad. Just now, I finished a lemonade spiked with vodka (not Ketle One, sadly). I plan on having another drink tomorrow with dinner as well.

In other news, the protest between the Hispanics and the state of Arizonia are nearing the breaking point. With some Republican asshole here in Cali wanting to deport the children of immigrents who were born here, I see this only ending in anarchy. And since Hispanics and their family members outnumber the other people twenty to one, we all know how this will end. And you better believe I'll be right there marching with them.

In other news...I'm starting to feel a bit tipsy. I think I might have added a bit to much vodka...

Twenty-One

Well, I am now officially old enough to legally drink. Today's my twenty-first birthday, and already I've tried to find something to drink.

Yeah...I've had no luck so far. Hoping later today offers more.

SOC-004, Recording, and Sins of a Father

Well, it's Monday again. I've pretty much already failed my sociology class...again. I swear, whoever made that fucking class a requirement should be publicly executed for that crime against humanity. I would rather be forced to take astrophysics than be foreced to take that damn sociology class a third time. And I mean for fuck sakes man, it's the most pointless class in the world. First time I took it, he taught from the book which I couldn't aford to even go to the liberary and photocopy it, let alone buy the damn thing. This time, it's more like "Buhdism 101" than a fucking sociology class.

That, my "boss" never giving me hours or returning my phone calls, and having to take ANOTHER FUCKKING YEAR at COD, and I've had a bad month of April. However, May is looking better. I turn twenty-one on Wedenday and will finally be able to legally drink, I'll be applying for another job on Friday, and hopefully by the end of month have some form of a relationship.

Also at the end of the month, I'll be playing bass and maybe, MAYBE backing vocals for the first of what might be several Christian albums. I don't know if any of my music will be on it (maybe at another time). More will follow as the recording date gets closer.

Anyways, on to my writings (you know, the "postscripts" in my blog post). After thinking about it for a while (about five minutes), I decided to finish up my first original fiction story Sins of a Father and post it online on my website (link in profile in case you don't know). I don't want to give an acutal release date at this time, but I will say it will be around June. More will come on that as it gets closer as well.

Now if I can type "gets" without type "gest" or something like that. Damn dslexya.

201

Well, after a few days, I finally saw the censored version of episode "201" of South Park. Along with the constant bleeping of Mohummed along with the other cursing in the show, not to mention about a minute and a half of the show being nothing but one long bleep, this was easily the worst episode of South Park ever.

In it, they go back to the episodes "Cartman's Mom is a Dirty Slut" and "Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut" to say that Cartman's mom is not a hermaphidte like had been said for the duration of the series. She is in fact a normal woman whom just happens to be the biggest slut on the face of the earth. The old character Jack Tenoram's father is Eric's father as well, making him half ginger. This, not the fact that Eric killed his own father, is what scares him the most.

But for fucks sakes, come on! Probably sixty percent of the damn episode was censored, just like the walking CENSORED sign (which does come into play as a plot device in the end, but still). And all because some website threatened to kill Matt and Trey. Mother fuckers, I had death threats thrown at me for years from people who actually had the power to kill me at their leisure you pussies! So, if we're goin to censor Mohummed, why not everyone else. I'm a Christian, and I hate you guys treat Jesus, so censor him and his name! Same with God! Why not censor every other religious figure in the series why you're at it! You can, however, continue to make fun of the Catholics and the Mormans.

But I think the biggest thing that got me was making Cartman's father a fucking ginger. This would have been funnier:

*Cartman's mother WAS a hermaphodite, thus she was his father
*Sheila didn't answer in the negative to having slept with Lianne
*Cartman hates, above all else, the Jews, and espcially Kyle
*Thus, make Sheila (who does share physical and psychological characteristics with Eric) his biological mother

Now, Mr. Parker and Mr. Stone, THAT would have been funny.

I think 201 was the worst episode of South Park I have ever seen.