You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows....don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters...ah get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance.(Dylan)

Tuesday, December 28

Hollister's, Hookers, and Hell, Oh My!!

So, I just came from what appears to be some sort of morbid induction grounds for the future strippers, hookers, and kidnap victims of America....otherwise known as Hollister's, a clothing store along the same lines as Abercrombie or the dreaded Gap. Here were 14 year old girls in their panties, or less, feeling perfectly peachy paying $130 dollars for a T-shirt or some other insignificant article of clothing such a pair of panties with no business on anyone to young to have obtained their drivers license. Perhaps its all the reading I've been doing about the recent tsunami victims or the famine in North Korea, but I just couldn't stand it tonight. I never would have been in a store such as this with is pseudorock blaring...but I received a gift certificate and so was forced to sojourn there. Behind me was a mother dressed like Jennifer Lopez who was purchasing three of the shortest skirts I have ever seen in my life for her 11-13 year old daughter. Here is a girl who will now grow up believing that her "assets" are all that make her unique. Listen ladies, when your daughters are bobbling around in their heels wearing itty-bitty skirts and even less on top....nobody is going to care if they're funny, or intelligent, or gifted...oh no, all that's on any guys mind is well....getting the rest of those rags off. And I consider myself a bit better about such things that most guys, having not fully succumbed to our fabulous new skin-deep society, but even I will admit that I would never consider a girl dressed in such a fashion as more that perhaps a centerfold or a drunken mistake. I really wanted to present some sort of profound moral lesson here but I'm really too disgusted to think straight...all I have to say is be careful how you present yourself, face value means alot whether it should or not. Oh by the by, a capable and obviously independent woman in slacks and a tight sweater is far, and I mean far, sexier than a seventeen year old in her underwear and Daddy's credit card any day of the week!

Saturday, December 18

Greetings from the Fringe

Welcome one and all, to my magnificent new blog....I say new because there was once another, rather inconsequential, blog that was just begging for a mercy killing. So I slipped a little cyanide in the guacamole and now here I am. I write to release tension, relieve stress and otherwise complain, preach, joke, and inform....not neccesarily in that order. If you have followed a link here, know me from my first blog, or stumbled upon my little corner of the web by accident....I hope you enjoy it. Perhaps you may even learn from my experiences, mistakes and occasional successful endeavors, if not....well....it's really more for my benefit that yours anyway you selfish bastards...you should be ashamed of yourselves. I'm sorry my first post and I've already begun to berate you...oh well, I never was very good at introductions. Namaste, everyone, I shall write more on the morrow.