An unfortunate event occurred this past Tuesday night at the Plaza showing of "The Big Lebowski." A person (whom is not worthy of a name) decided to sit directly in front of me. His other friends filled up the remaining row. During the pre-show, these people decided to exchange pictures of the female genitalia on their cell phones. The feedback given was embarrassing. It was really disgusting, but didn't stop there. Once the movie began, the guy leaned back and for some reason his seat was broken, therefore extended further than others in the row. So, here I was, this guy practically in my lap, so he decides to rock the chair back and forth. For the first part, I just changed my position away from his chair, but after the position became uncomfortable, I decided to go back the way I was. My legs, not extended more than usual, were hit over and over again by the rocking seat. I thought if I let his seat his my legs for a little while, he'd notice and stop..... he didn't. Instead, he decided to mumble something like, "That's your leg," and went back rocking. As if this wasn't enough, he yelled out obscene phrases throughout the film and cheered for naked women. Frankly, I was not only repulsed, but offended by his apparent rudeness. I couldn't think of anything to do at the time. Actually, I sincerely thought about killing him, something that probably wouldn't be worth it with all the mess, but I really do think he does not deserve to live. What good can come from this person's life? When Amy got up to go to the bathroom, the chair hit her as well. Knowing what I know now, I should have just went and told the manager. I'm pretty sure that Amy and myself weren't the only people disgusted by this asshole. Maybe I should have told the manager the person was kidding with his friends about setting the carpet on fire, and that I saw him playing with a matchstick. The reason I have given the identity of "person" is because I'm ashamed to call him a man or guy. People like this person is what gives my sex a bad name. The problem is if I took out all the disgusting persons out of the "men" category, then I'd be very lonely. That's how sad this is.

On my way to and from St. Simons, I came across several billboards, one in which read in large bold letters "WE BARE ALL." Others were for Hooters, including a scantily dressed woman and hot wings. These billboards make me sick. Everything from advertisements to forms of art exposing women as objects. I really cannot put into words how offended I am, not as a man, but at a human being. I can just see guys driving down the road and get such a joy from seeing the billboard, which I don't know if the company or the consumer is more at fault. I'm of course only speaking my opinion, without facts. The marketing campaign could be run by a woman, but I just feel like it's more likely a man coming up with ideas of exposing a woman for financial gain. But there are women who knowingly expose themselves merely for the money and care less about self-image. I feel that a woman has the right to do whatever she wants to with her body, everything from abortion to prostitution, just as long as I don't have to see it on a billboard.

I just don't see how men could have fun sharing pictures of vaginas or how women get together and compare dildos. What happened to this world? Are these people just sad? Is there something missing in their lives and they have to fill an empty hole with useless desires? The more they fill, the lonelier they'll become. I don't have the answers to these questions, because I cannot understand them. It's something I really don't care to understand, which probably will result in never understanding.

I am of course, probably talking about a low percentage of people. I'm terrible at statistics, but I can only hope it's a low percentage.

If I ever come across that person again, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe not kill him, just take a baseball bat to his knees. Just kidding... I do know people though...

Thanksgiving

While sitting at the table with my relatives, the question came up: "What are you thankful for?" After the question was asked, I stopped and thought for a second. I raised my glass of wine with my relatives and announced my thankfulness for a new president, one in which overcame dreadful obstacles and is now our new president. I received a great response: in fact everyone agreed with me. I could not have said that at the table with my other family. The fact I could say it without receiving dirty looks or laughs is what I'm truly thankful for. I know this is late, but Happy Thanksgiving!

TONIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!

Amy and I have a new thing to do... in line with going to Borders, movies, ect. Well, actually we can do our new activity and go do these things as well. No, I don't mean doing it "knee-chee" style in the Philosophy section. God, tonight was such an amazing night. That's all I can say. I'm just glad for some reason I'm not saying too much. Life is fucking awesome!

It feels like one of those days where you just want to stomp on a puppy. At this point if someone from PETA found that offensive, I would probably stomp them as well. I never could think stomping was cool until watching Robert Deniro and Joe Pecsi do it in "Goodfellas." Well, this anger is mostly coming from a wicked cold I awoke with this morning. I remember being very cold in the middle of the night, but not warm enough to get out of bed and turn the thermostat up. I'm convinced now that human beings are meant to suffer as much pain they allow. If that's true, then I'm in hell right now. My face feels compressed and like it's under water. My head aches, along with the rest of my body. I hate when my face is hot. Everything from the inside of my nose to my forehead just feels muggy and hot. The Alavert and hot tea did nothing, so now it's time to move up to Mucinex and vodka. I'm debating whether to skip Water Basketball, or go and just don't play. If I go, then I'll be miserable, if I skip then I'll still be miserable, so the decision really shouldn't be an important one.

The other portion of madness is coming from my computer science class. I struggled with entering the right codes in the right format. My coding looked identical to her set and I still kept getting error messages. What makes it worse is the error messages are in red. What better way to say you're a failure than in red font? So I toyed around with my compiler directive order and main function structure, and it turns out that I had mixed the book structure up with her net-lectures. I don't know why they are different, but they are. By the way, I just used words like "compiler directive" and "main function" to sound like I know what I'm doing. So, after getting about fifteen error messages and slamming my fist onto the computer table thirty times and grunting carious phrases (ex. fucking goddamn! Ughhh. Goddamn it! Shit! Aghh), the code worked and I built my first computer program. The way to observe your built program is to run it. I clicked on the button to run it and received a message telling me that I could not Debug a program, because I do not have Debugging authority. Executive authority cannot be attained by a student, therefore I cannot finish my assignment. Thanks a lot grumpy old lady who had executive authority in the computer lab. Well, it's four, so I'm out.

DON WILL

Here are two pictures I took from the Godfather video game on my parent's Wii. In the beginning, you must create yourself as a virtual character based on appearance. I there's some resemblance between me in real life and me in the game. The second picture is me sitting in the "Big Chair" with New York behind me. I beat the game when I was promoted to the Don of New York. It's the highest position in the game. I also now have over 2 million dollars and all the weapons you can imagine. If only a life were as cool as a video game.

I've not moved on to Facebook Mafia Wars. I now take back every horrible insult I have ever given to Facebook. It's basically your primary account is transferred over to a new format with health and energy stats. It also keeps up with how much money you acquire. There are many ways to make money in Facebook Mafia. I prefer the easy mugging, which gives you 200-400 dollars. In order to hit the big jobs, you must create a "family" and do the job together. As of now, I still have only one person in my family. I've sent invites out, but I think they're just too scared to get involved with my gang. The other option is to fight other members of Facebook Mafia. The fight is based on health, energy and how many weapons you own. I own a pistol, crowbar and a baseball bat. I need two more members in order to get the shotgun. That kills with one blow. Anyways, you're supposed to get money, and then make sure to deposit it in the bank or else others are allowed to fight you and take all you're money. It's struggle for survival on a network.

I think my recent growing interest in the mob is do to my fascination with power. A new show, which I'm obsessed with, Brotherhood, deals a lot with power. Power in the hands of one person could be the greatest thing, but in the hands of another could be the worst. It's about two brothers: Michael and Tommy Caffe. Tommy is the good one, a remember of the HOR and loving father and husband. Michael, is the bad one: gangster, who comes back in town after being away for seven years; all the while everyone thought he'd been killed. Michael comes back to claim old rackets and kill off old grudges. The arrival of the bad brother creates heat for the good one. My favorite part of the show: (besides the MASSIVE amount of violence: there's a scene where Michael slams a guy's head into the front of a car several times and then rips his ear off) the opposite effect, where even though Tommy is a great guy, the show diverges into the load of corruption it takes in order to get things passed in politics. And at the same time, Michael struggles with his inner self, where the audience catches a glimpse of a good side to him. So, the struggle of good and bad goes back and forth. I keep comparing it to the Departed, and it's just like it. Ethan Embry plays good friend to the brothers, but is also an FBI agent working on a case, which involves Michael. And did I mention they use the word "fuck" in like every sentence? Whether it be a stereotype or not, I love the East Coast. I've finished season one, which has an awesome season finale, and I'm about to start on season two. So excited!

Racist People Make Me Sick!

I'm currently blogging from the lobby of the Fine Arts Auditorium. The job of guarding the doors was given to me. Actually, I volunteered for it. This way, I can relax here in the lobby and study for my Health exam. Mr. Kirk's play doesn't go on until 2:00 anyways, so it all works out. But now I am about to discuss what happened this morning. I walked into the costume shop where other theatre people were located. It was a girl, a guy (who is gay) and another guy who I think is gay. Tony came in to brief me regarding the lights and how the day would go. As we casually talked, he brought up the fact the he didn't know Dennis Miller was a conservative. After he left, this girl decided to make racist jokes about our currently elected president. She showed me her phone which contained a long message, which I refused to read due to it's length, and because it started out "Barack Obama, Michelle Obama and Opera Winfrey are on an airplane..." I dismissed the joke as pathetic, but then she didn't stop. After the first joke, she continued to share a picture on her phone of the White House with a KFC sign, watermelon patch, a monkey climbing the top, and the theme song from Sanford and Son playing aloud. At this point, I just thought it was stupid, although beginning to get offensive. She then played aloud the theme song from the Jeffersons and announced that it would become the new national anthem. I finally spoke aloud and said, "Well at least I can sleep at night knowing the fact I've accepted him as a president. You cannot even do something as small as accepting someone." And then the pushing straw was when she showed everyone a picture of Obama with "Anti-Christ" in large, bold letters. I angrily said, "You know, I hope Obama is the Anti-Christ, because that means God will come back and take away all the Christians, and leave us to lead a great world without poverty, prejudice and hatred." She took offense to this and said, "Hey! I'm a Christian!" That gave me an opportunity to rant about how the church is able to influence hate legislation, and then she gave the usual lazy answer, "Well our country is founded on religious principles." You can't argue with someone who firmly believes this. First of all, it's really not, and even if it was, the definition of religious principles to our founding fathers probably didn't involve who was and was not allowed to marry. After that I finally just left. I could have left early on into the hate mongering, but I wanted to wade it out and fight back. I had to run and tell Tony about what she said. He told me, "Republican's have no place in theatre." So by her response to my argument regarding same-sex marriage was actually a stab to the two homosexuals present. How can you live with yourself when you pretty much tell someone in person that they have lesser rights than you?

This morning on NPR, an African American gay woman discussed the apparent connections between the African American struggle through the Civil Rights movement of the 1950's and the gay American struggle happening today. She went on to bring up a black woman who tried to vote in the 50's and was beaten for it. The same segregationists who would not allow equal rights to African American's in the 50's used the same bible to justify inequality that's being used today. Change is hopefully coming...

BARACK OBAMA IS OUR NEW PRESIDENT!!!!

It's been such a great day. I woke up this morning and watched Fox news with a sense of accomplishment. They were griping and complaining and I was loving every minute of it. Recently, it has been announced the majority of people who voted for Obama were Hispanic, therefore the black population did not get him the win, so stop it! Also, I read that Obama scored more white votes than both Gore and Kerry, so stop it! Oh, did I mention that Obama was elected president, so stop it! I have to admit, I might come off a bit cocky, but some people will not accept some things. A black man being president is one of those things. It's sickening that someone would think Obama is unfit to be president because the color of his skin. Well, he's proven to be fit by letting America decide and by choosing him as the next president of the United States. This morning, people were calling in on the radio to "vent or boast" and one caller said, "I'm really ashamed in America. I don't feel like a patriot anymore." Haha! Because his guy lost, and the black man is going to be in office, he doesn't feel like being an American anymore. That is really funny. I think we should send all the sour losers to Alaska, where they can have their own country to ban gay marriage, save babies, kill criminals, and have sex with many underage kids as much as they want.

I do feel like a lot was accomplished last night, but there's still a lot to be done. Amendment 2 in Florida, which was approved by the majority, says marriage should be only between a man and a woman. My lesbian mother told me that on the machine, the amendment was worded a confrontational way. She told me the amendment said something like "protect marriage by keeping it sanctiously defined between a man and a woman." Protect marriage? I didn't even know it was under attack? Is there a war on marriage I'm unaware of? Has the old moron in the White House cranked up another war? On my way home, a guy on the radio said that it was a victory for marriage today, and considered it the "Pro-marriage Amendment." I'm sorry, but my mother is just as much pro-marriage as any heterosexual couple. Marriage is a religious joining, but why should that stop someone who wants it? If my mother claims to be a christian and wants to get married, then it should be her right to do so. By not, it's like denying her to partake in a religious ceremony, and we do have freedom of religion in this country. It just so happens that the so called "religion" "prohibits" gays from getting married. They don't care about the vast divorce rate, or right-wing pedophilia, or priests molesting children. No, they're too busy trying to keep something defined by law. I don't really think it's right to get something lawfully defined. It's like creating a law to define brown trees as magic pixie sticks, or define the bible as a textbook.... oh wait..... Also on the radio, they went into talking about the numerous fundamental church organizations which not only sponsored the bill, but purchased a lot of advertisements to reach out to other churches. There's something terrifying about churches getting together and having the authority to influence voters. I use the word "influence" because that's what the church is fucking good at. Then again, when someone goes to the poll and sees "protect marriage" they're most likely going to vote yes, because they're actually being brainwashed into buying the same shit the church always manages to put into the minds of clueless Americans. I really don't know what marriage is anymore. The problem is if you warp around a definition too much, it's bound to become warped and unrecognizable. Therefore, I have created a new form of joining a couple in emotional and financial bond. "Abindment" is what I shall call it. I'll work out the details later. If the church is able to lobby up voters into making the definition of marriage a law, then I can find a way to implement an alternative form of unorthodox, non-religious joining for homo/heterosexual couples. It would be open to all people and hopefully there will be just as many abindments as marriages, therefore deluding away from "rules" set by the church.

I have an important Health test tomorrow afternoon, but also I forgot tomorrow is the second One-Act competition that I have to work. I really don't have to work it, but I guess it kinda goes with the job. Maybe it will give me an opportunity to study more for my test. Well, I feel a little better now that I've ranted. Time to study. More to say tomorrow...

HALLOWEEN NIGHT!!!

Okay, check out the close resemblance to this picture and the next. If you take the gross cigar and replace it with a cool martini, then you have yourself an uncanny resemblance.