Well Damn. If it isn't election day. I'm on my way out to vote right now. I hope everyone practices their civic duty today and casts their ballot. I think you know who I'm pulling for...

I am attempting to learn Rapper's Delight. Yes, the whole thing. Few have acheived such a feat, but I shall attempt it. Look for me on 60 Minutes soon.

Everything's going really well with the new woman. Really well. I'm looking foward to the potential there. Everyone's already tired of hearing about it, so I'll shut up now.

God Bless America

Ever had everything just miraculously fall into place to create an opportunity which, if capitalized upon, can lead to a good thing happening? Does that make any sense? Well anyway, it happened for me folks. Strangely enough it's been about a month coming but here I am and I am flying!

Things are going well in the War on Companionlessness, as the pundits like to call it. We may change the tactics, but we will always stay the course! We may retreat when there is no other option, but the battle to spread Randy's essence rages on! We will be victorious at the fairer sex's expense!

The Day is Mine!

What the hell is happening in our world today?

Re: topic

Why are so many people out of their minds? A man walks into an Amish schoolhouse, orders the males and some adults to leave, and then lines the girls in the class up along the chalkboard, binds their hands and feet, and begins shooting them in the head one by one. After killing six little Amish girls and before the police were to storm the classroom, the man turns the gun on himself. It is said that the man had lead a "normal life" and there was no indication that he was either suicidal nor homicidal. A father of three himself, Charles Carl Roberts IV walked his children to the bus stop just like every day, then laid out suicide notes for each of his children. After that he walked into the innocent Georgetown school and slaughtered six little girls. Why would a person do this?

I suppose it is beyond my capabilities to understand why. I, quite simply, am not insane. I would never dream of myself committing an act such as this. But Charles Car Roberts IV did dream it up, and he did commit the act. Did he believe that the Amish girls were being victimized by an archaic lifestyle asserted on them by their ancestors? Did he desire these girls, whose lives were the very definition of innocence, in a sexual way? Was he victimized himself by an Amish when he was a boy? Was he just fucking batshit insane? I suppose any of those explanations might suffice to some. But I say the whole idea of an explanation for an act this revolting is entirely irrelevant. There can be no explantion for what happened here. There are only victims and perpetrators. In that schoolhouse there was only innocence, and now it is lost.

The Amish community has come out and publically forgiven this man. They began it before the last bodybags were even carted out of the classroom. Before the blood of those four little girls was cold on the floor that man had his earthly forgiveness from those he hurt beyond all words on that day. Does he deserve it? No he does not. But then again none of us deserve forgiveness. We owe it to ourselves to forgive others for their trespasses. That said, I forgive. Right now, I forgive for every wrong ever done to me. I'll leave that as it is.

Pay it forward.

Karaoke Nights: The Ballad of Randy Mitchell

I never thought I would say this but I've come to learn that the art of Karaoke is one of my favorite pasttimes. And it is the ART of Karaoke, ladies and gents. It gets a bad reputation sometimes by naysayers and curmudgeons, but my Karaoke Nights have been some of the most fun experiences of my young adult life.

There's nothing like walking into a bar and hearing three or four "Randy!"s shouted from the karaoke pit. The waitress knows you by name. The KJ puts your name on the list as soon as he sees your face. Soon your name is called and a favorite is played and YOU are called on to bring the crowd in front of you a little happiness for five minutes.

I usually break the place in with a little "Back in the USSR" to shake things up. Then I'll search around and maybe scratch my Stones itch with some "You Can't Always Get What You Want". After a couple beers, maybe I'll throw in some Clapton or Johnny Cash, maybe some Ray Charles. And when I'm really drunk, I am eventually called on to perform "Baby Got Back". Oh, and I do a mean "Lean on Me". You have no idea.

I could seriously envision myself having employment on the Karaoke circuit someday. I've always liked being behind the mic and i can appreciate a person who can carry a tune. Plus, you KNOW that being in show business is killer with the ladies.

New weblog entry format page crazy!

Here's an update on Me.

Work is great, and shit, right now. I am busy all the time, the people are good there, the business is good, but damnit man, I'm busy all the time. Everyone's favorite karaoke DJ, Rocky, manages a FF at SW 74th and Penn. Or he did, that was until he went under with QUADRUPLE BYPASS SURGERY. You read that right. 90 percent blockage and 100 percent suck. Anyway I'm taking over for him for the time being until he is healthy enough to return to work. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the responsibility of running a store of that size and volume. I have a to-do list about 980 items long and it's all in the head. It is cool being the one everyone looks to for leadership though. That's really my niche I guess. I just don't want to let anyone down.

School is good, albeit boring. I wish I wasn't working so much so I could devote more time to it. But my International Relations professor is tossing around the idea of including me in a College Model United Nations trip. Fingers crossed....

I really do love hanging out with my friends so much, but I still feel lonely and empty sometimes. I'm not quite sure how to fix this. I'm tired a lot and energized other times. I feel like I don't deserve the good things that are in my life. I probably don't deserve any further good things that might enter my life. Not to say I wouldn't appreciate and make the most of my blessings. I just get down sometimes. I guess now is one of those times. Sorry.

The Madden Wars continue. I have acquired a new MLB named, yes you guessed it, Jack Bauer. Scott has created a team called the Stallions and named his key players after his friends. It somewhat softens the blow of being beaten when the player that completely rapes your offense is named Randy Mitchell. Fat Mangieri, the noseguard, routinely eats my right tackle. Literally. It's quite gruesome.

I have come down with a mild cold. Once again my iron-clad immune system fails me. Not sure what caused this. Perhaps it was the diet of Krisy Kremes I endured on Sunday. I have drunk a half-gallon of orange juice in two hours. I am feeling the Vitamin C buzz.

Enough lamentation for now. I will retreat to the dark corner of the world known as 4609 SE 20th St.

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