It’s a gorgeous Saturday morning. Perfect for a little pre-lunch workout. I head out, determined to make the most of the day and my pair of blades.

I turn west onto the freeway. For those of you who have the misfortune to live in the greater east-side Phoenix Metro area, you are painfully aware of the freeway construction pitifully attempting to keep up with the mass influx of people into the area. I turn and utter a few curse words as I see the freeway packed and at a standstill. Not inching along, mind you, but a STAND STILL. Fuck.

After 30 minutes of playing creepy-crawl, I am still in a rather jovial mood considering the potentially maddening situation. I’m jammin’ to my tunes with the windows down and there’s a nice cool breeze blowing. Birds are chirping. It’s beautiful outside.

After 60 minutes, the two bottles of water that I drank to hydrate myself previous to my departure are starting to make their presence known…

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So I’m reading online the other day and come across the heading, “Florida Father Punches Teacher.” I almost don’t even click, mainly because I’m not in the mood for another My-Child-Can-Do-No-Wrong vigilante parent on some crusade to save their Guilty-As-Sin bastard spawn of Satan. But something spurns me on and I’m drawn in… *click*

The story reads of a Florida man who walked into a classroom full of students and decks the teacher. This was the father’s (undeniably justified) reaction to accusations of his 14-yr-old daughter that the teacher had touched her inappropriately. What was this dad thinking? Shame on him! I would have used a shotgun.

It seems that the father was at the school to meet with officials about the incident and became angered when…

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I have a roomate who is more than a little disturbed by the fine modern film Brokeback Mountain and its homosexual undertones (hard to spot, I know). And, since his door was smashed in by a friend a couple weeks back during a party, it was decided to give the young man a lesson in cultural acceptance.

So, we start with a blank door, shattered but still functional. First thing we need to do is take it off of its hinges so that we can get it outside where the spray adhesive is safe to use.

Once we get the door outside, I apply the first of six 11×17″ Brokeback Mountain movie posters and begin on the second…

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Since I’m now treating this space as a sort of weird news/articles/blog space, I guess I should start posting bloggish things here on a halfway consistent basis. So here goes:

Last night was a pretty damn good night, all things considered. I hung out with friends, lost a game of pool (horribly, I might add) and had a minor run-in with the po-po, just to ensure that for the rest of my life I remember what happened for that whole evening…

So as I’m leaving Pantanas after having had a few drinks at my buddy Drew’s birthday, I get behind the wheel of my roomate’s volvo…

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