Gnarly

It's Friday night and I'm feeling a bit gnarly. Whatever that means. My intent is to convey that I'm not feeling good, positive, and comfortable. Just the opposite. But not to an intense degree.

Mad at Hillary
I got mad at the Hillary Clinton campaign today, after getting an email asking me to fund a counterattack ad against Obama in response to his staff member who called Clinton a "monster." You know, the staff member who got fired. But that doesn't matter, does it? This is politics. Let's attack Obama. And, of course, let's ask yesterday's donors to pony up again. I got mad and told them to fuck themselves. I suggested that, if they don't cut that shit out, I'll switch my allegience. In a fucking heartbeat. I won't put up with either of them doing that. I'll sit out the November election and vote in a South American country later. Assholes.

Ethiopian Lunch
My wife and I met a former colleague of mine for lunch today at an Ethiopian restaurant. This colleague and I try to have lunch occasionally, but I think it's been well over 2 years since I last saw her. Anyway, she loved the Ethiopian food, even the gored-gored, raw cubesf of beef marinated in a wonderfully spicy Ethiopian sauce. My colleague voted for Obama. She drives an almost-new Lexus. I don't understand how that works.

Skull Fracture
A blogger acquaintance from Austin posted some very disturbing news recently. He and his partner had been at a friend's party and they both got smashed. As his partner walked home, something happened...fell, pushed, whatever...and broke his skull, doing bad damage to his ability to speak. Very nasty, unpleasant scene. It sounded godawful, exacerbated by the fact that the blogger didn't even know it until much later because he got hammered and stayed at a friend's place until he was sober enough to walk.

Fat and Getting Fatter
I'm appalled at my gut. Bigger than it's ever been. I've decided that, after my brother and his wife come to visit next week, I'm going to go on a "change my life" adventure. I'll eat much more healthy foods, eat less, and get exercise. And to give myself and incentive, I'll have my wife take two photos of me every morning, one front view, one side view. I'll print those photos and will put them on the wall in my house. I'll take them to my office and post them in plain view if I don't lose at least 10 pounds a month for the next six months.

Some Days are Just Sad Days
I don't know why, but some days just seem so, so sad. This is almost one of them. I just wanted to stay in bed and keep as far away from the world as I could. But, I got up and eventually it got better. But some days are just sad days. They make my eyes leak for no apparent reason.