Need some laughs?

Here’s a few things to brighten up the blahs of the past week.

This one was just sent to me. By my mom. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE MY MOM!!!!

How many members of the Bush Administration are needed to replace a lightbulb?

The Answer is TEN:

1. One to deny that a light bulb needs to be changed

2. One to attack the patriotism of anyone who says the light bulb needs to be changed

3. One to blame Clinton for burning out the light bulb

4. One to tell the nations of the world that they are either: “For changing the light bulb or for darkness”

5. One to give a billion dollar no-bid contract to Haliburton for the new light bulb

6. One to arrange a photograph of Bush, dressed as a janitor, standing on a stepladder under the banner “Light! Bulb Change Accomplished”

7. One administration insider to resign and write a book documenting in detail how Bush was literally “in the dark”

8. One to viciously smear #7

9. One surrogate to campaign on TV and at rallies on how George Bush has had a strong light bulb-changing policy all along

10. And finally one to confuse Americans about the difference between screwing a light bulb and screwing the country.

And here’s a few chuckles, courtesy of the Comics Pages.

One Big Happy

There’s something about this comic that just tickles me every time I read it.


Oh to be a plugger right now… ugh.


Get over yourself

Thanks, Aaron, I needed that.

OK, enough, Rick. Aside from the fact that I have the flu, from this day forward, no more doom and gloom. Time to get back into life and live, baby. LIVE!

I’m a Chicago Blogger!
It took four months… FOUR MONTHS! But I am now listed on Chicago Bloggers. No big whup, but it’s another search engine that hopefully will draw more innocent eyes to my crazy world. If you have arrived here via Chicago Bloggers, welcome!

I do Flu, do you do Flu too?
My shoulders ache, my head is swimming, my throat is dry and my head feels hot. Is it the flu? Damnit. I should have gotten a shot. Oh wait… there were not shots to get. Great. Just what I needed. Of course I’m at work right now. I have to get out of here and curl up in bed. Yuk.

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
I got a small role in CGMC’s upcoming show, “Fa La La La Blah Blah Blah”… I’m in the quartet that sings the song “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” Yes, that’s right, I get to sing about wanting a pachyderm for the holidays. Hey, if I can’t get a boyfriend, I might as well get something…

NYC Here I Come!
In just two short weeks I will be on my way to New York City. I got the confirmation last week. I’ll be visiting my friend Ellizzette and hopefully connecting with Aaron and other bloggers out there. Unfortunately I’ll be missing a mini blogger meet two weeks later that will include Tuna Girl, Hot Toddy and others. Darn, Darn, DARN! If it weren’t for my shows I’d be there. Oh well, it’s a bitch being a showgirl.

Finally, I just want to thank everyone who has made my foray into the blogworld enjoyable. Your comments, your support and your friendship have meant a great deal to me. You lift me up when I need support, and you knock me around when I need a good kick in the pants. Thank you.

And just for the record, I’m not quitting, anytime soon.

I’m just getting started.

Where do I go from here?

I must admit, I am feeling somewhat lost at the moment.

I have this overwhelming feeling of uselessness. Like I have nothing more to contribute to society or life in general. My existence is just… there.

Attribute it to the results of “Black Tuesday” if you will. Attribute it to my feeling like someone stepped on my head with a 30-ton foot. Attribute it to whatever you want. I just feel useless right now.

I feel like I have nothing interesting to say. I read other people’s blogs and I get a similar feeling from some people out there. This guy chose to quit.

Should I? Hm.

Holy crap. I just looked at Palochi’s blog. He titled his posting for today’s the same as what I have listed above. Honest, Palo, I didn’t copy. I feel the same damn way.

He says we have a duty as bloggers to get the truth out. What if we don’t know the truth? What if we have nothing more truthful to say except “I AM PISSED OFF” and “I AM SICK OF BEING PUSHED AROUND” or maybe even “I WILL NOT STAND FOR ANY MORE OF THIS ASSHOLE’S CRAP!”

Well maybe that is a good start.

Among my friends, blogging and non-blogging, there seems to be an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. One friend said he’s fucking everything that moves because it’s going to be illegal soon anyway. Not the greatest way to deal with things if you ask me, but I can see his point.

This president has an agenda, and it does not include my rights, my freedoms or my personal security. He wants to bomb terrorists. And they want to bomb us. And they are going to bomb us, no matter what we do to them. Face it, folks. We are doomed. I just can’t help thinking this. We are doomed.

So where do I go from here?

Well, this weekend, I am going home to my mom and dad, who are thankfully Democrats and hate this bastard as much as I do, and tell them that I love them. I am going to tell them that I thank them for caring enough to bringing me into this world, no matter how horrible it is turning out to be. I am going to thank them for continuing to support me and love me, even though I am gay and our president and his cronies think that I am evil and contributing to the cause of ruin in our society (which is, of course, a crock of shit, but hey, when you vote a president in because of MORALS I guess that means that I’m amoral.) And I’m going to tell them that no matter what happens, I will always love them. Because that’s all that matters.

And then life will go on. Somehow.