"Thousands of Errors"

Have we made thousands of errors, Condoleeza? Let's count them. But wait, are we speaking in terms of humans or strictly tactics ?

Don't know what's wrong with me

I dunno what's going on with me. With all the events happening around Seattle and the country, I would usually be running my mouth off about who is what and what they need to suck.
I may be dead inside. Or numb.

Puta dentista, que no tiene alma

Just kidding. The dentist didn't go so badly, except that four hours is too long for any person to keep their mouth open. My TMJ ridden jaw was screaming at me for the past two days for allowing such an event, but I suppose on the bright side, my left molars are all invincible now. haha!
okay - maybe not. I swear I'll still floss.

I also have initiated the process of getting a body tune-up, finally getting around to fixing my shoulder. So far, I've been to the physical therapist and massage therapist and have gotten 2 free massages out of it! well - copay free. The phys. therapist managed to almost completely alleviate my neck pain for a couple days and then the massage therapist demonstrated the kind of pain I never thought could come from tight muscles on such a wimpy girl. He squeezed and pinched and it hurt like hell, but at the end I compared the relaxed position of my right shoulder that had been worked on and my left that had not and realized I looked like this:

...but less blond of course, and Marilyn-y.

Then they both gave me tips on how to get rid of my jaw-popping problem, and it seems to have worked well on the side the dentist didn't completely destroy with his little 4 hour operation. (Don't worry, next time I'm taking it in two sessions.)
They even gave me tips on how to correct my posture. I'd say my 25th year is not going so bad. Hooray for self-improvement!

Pass the laughing gas, PLEASE.

Awhile ago I had a fairly traumatic experience at the dentist's office.
Oral surgeon's actually.
I was getting my wisdom teeth out.
I knew about this procedure enough to not be totally scared of it. I knew that sometimes they have to break the tooth into pieces before extracting it and that I would hear lots of scary noises. I also knew that local anaesthetics and some nitrous oxide would help ease my nerves.
Not so. Local anaesthetics yes, but the nitrous oxide was not administered, leaving my nerves free to run wild and as fast as they could through my system along with adrenaline and whatever fun chemicals take over your body when it starts to panic.
I heard and felt with sharp awareness the pressure, wiggling, dismemberment of capillaries, and breaking motions. The blood and the guaze and the latex filled my nostrils. My skull vibrated along with the drills and chisels and the whole time my nails were digging into my palms and my body shaking like a wet dog running away from a windy freezing lightning storm.

So for this reason, I am not looking forward to my on-the-fly, next-day dental appointment that is so urgent apparently that it can't wait until next week.
4 hours and $400 dollars later I will either be crying like a baby or annoyed that my dentist still hasn't seen Brokeback Mountain (though it's probably just for fear of looking in the mirror). I'm going to hope for the latter because the last time I cried at the dentist they said, "you should have told us!" but didn't realize that I couldn't because my brain was too busy panicking to even think the words, "laughing gas?" and then when it was, there were already 2 sets of hands in my mouth and it was too late.

Hope it's not too late!

Make a submission to my brother's limerick contest! Yay! What fun it is to rhyme in rhythm!

This is a joke, right?

Alright, I'm halfway through my super-productive day at work here, and I find an article on Fark about a new Christian themed ripoff of MySpace.
So supposedly this new online community is going to be safer because of a flagging system where shady folks get knicked off *cough problematic*. On first glance, the site appears to be called "dirtytalk.com," so I'm thinking they're not going to be able to kick people off fast enough. Haha. But whatever. that's cool. Good for notdirtytalk.com.
Anyway, I just surfed the site for less than 5 minutes and found this. ha! I couldn't find the blasphemy flag, so I just gave it a regular one. Also - their site is slower than balls. Something tells me their server can't handle the Farkers. Like I said - not fast enough!

Aww! They made it so you have to sign in to look at profiles. Well, for those of you that missed it, it was a profile for Jesus.

They'd Rather Die

I listened to debate between Rev. HerebyUnnamed and Ron Sims. It made my blood boil and I wish that Robert Mak had chosen to do a more structured debate if it would have meant that Unnamed would stop asking questions, then interrupting RS in order to answer them himself.

RS landed some really good points, but also got caught off guard at times and a bit dodgy like a good politician. Actually, Rev. Unnamed started to make a few good points too - but every time he did, I thought, "right, so you agree that same-sex marriage should be all good then, " but he'd flip it around and thump out some hate. Wait - he didn't even have anything to base some of those thumps off, so maybe he was whacking it out.

Sick. It's like he had the beginnings of intelligent arguments that degraded into really immature excuses to hate people and enforce institutional discrimination upon them. BTW, the most ri-GD-cock-u-lous argument he made was about God discriminating. "I believe in biblical discrimination," he said. Effing, what does that mean? He was trying to say "I discriminate between peas and carrots. God discriminates who goes to heaven and hell. I don't like carrots. God doesn't like gays. All decisions are the same as institutionalized discrimination."

Excuse me, but the choice you make between peas and carrots may be based on your personal taste or hate for carrots, but this does not institutionally contribute to an increased level of poverty, drug use, sexual and economical exploitation, poor sexual health education, diminished mental health, pea on carrot hate crimes or lack of access to social and economic institutions. Peas and carrots are not people and neither, by the way are animals, so STOP COMPARING HUMAN SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH BESTIALITY because you wouldn't like it if I said, "Slippery slope! You have sex with your wife - you might as well go do it with your young daughter, because she has a vagina too."

But "moral" values aside (or included), let's not institutionalize your religiously based hate.
I don't care what you call it, or think it is. What really matters are the detrimental consequences of writing your religious concept of what's right and wrong into law.
It is hateful institutional discrimination; a full on "ism."And those people who want that kind of hate in their lives, in this country, they are "ists."

Word.

I'll just mooch off my big brother's words of wisdom. Don't miss this BAMF shit too.

Just sprinkle some crack

Ha! I made it 5 days without going to Musashi. Of course, I wasn't trying to stay away because I didn't give it up for Lent. I did almost chat today though...

OH WAIT! I have something actually exciting to blog about today!

Yes, that's right folks. These two kids are getting murried. Murried to the Max! WOOHOO!

What did he say??

Having a flair for the dramatic, I was a little disappointed when I went to mass yesterday and the priest, instead of saying, Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return, said, Turn away from sin and be faithful to the gospel.

I went to St. Joseph's on Capitol Hill with VAJ this year and started off the night with a donut and then an uncontrollable giggling fit. (Oh - and before that, I ate $10 of sushi, which was enough to fill my belly. In fact I sat in this very spot. She handed me my 4 piece plate of nigiri with an extra saba roll and when I tried to thank her she said, "Don't worry about it! Scrap roll!" - yeah right!)
Mass went okay. The priest was a little hokey and kept saying, "go into your room and pray every night," to which I was like, okay, give me a harder challenge (oops, not humble). I was really hoping that he would say something to make me inspired to help people and to make my lenten sacrifice more meaningful, but he didn't, so I guess it'll have to come from within *scoff*. BTW, I am giving up some forms of chatting - and trying to stick to no meat on Fridays, so don't try and chat with me during the day and most certainly make sure to send me steaks on Sat-Thurs only please.

On the plus side about mass, the priest said at least 2 gay friendly things and prayed for forgiveness for our eagerness for war.

After mass, VAJ and I indulged in some delicious gourmet Mexican food (chocolate cake and flautas con guacamole, actually) and went for a walk down Broadway. It was a good one.