Doomtown

One day, while sitting in the cafeteria at the casino where I used to work, I happened to overhear an argument between two coworkers that made me laugh fit to bursting. Joe, a dyed in the wool Republican who could have given Dick Cheney lessons in far right conservatism, and Frank, a man whose liberal leanings ran somewhere to the left of Lenin, were sitting at a table, loudly debating whether Ronald Reagan was, “the best dang president this country has ever had the brains to elect” or, as Frank would opine, “a senile old fascist who increased military spending at the expense of public school funding and whose administration tried to classify ketchup as a vegetable to keep the costs of school lunches down.” Frank went on to blame Reagan for the sorry state of affairs that is our nation’s public school system including its “nutritional and physical decline”.                 “We’ve raised a nation full of...

As mentioned before, I am attempting to read 50 books by the end of the year and I've just made it to book #10. Here's a list of all the books I've read so far including their descriptions: 1. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, a book about a lazy, apathetic brat who is transported to a magical land called the Kingdom of Wisdom (kind of like Wonderland, but with more academia and less allusions to trippy mushroom drugs) through a mysterious tollbooth he finds in his bedroom. Because why not? 2. John Dies at the End by David Wong, a book about the inadvisability of accepting strange drugs from fake Jamaicans. 3. Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Bland characters. Slow plot. Sparkly vampires. The plot can be summarized as such: Nothing happens. Nothing happens. Bella gets in trouble. Edward saves her. Rinse. Repeat. 4. The True Story of Hansel and Gretel by Louise Murphy. A clever retelling of the Hansel and Gretel story that takes place in Nazi occupied ...

Luna: Honey Badger just takes what it wants. True dat.

Being of a sagacious turn of mind, I sense some of you are reading this blog entry scratching your heads and wondering to yourselves, "Something's...different. Wonder what it is?" Unless you have a Y chromosome, in which case you probably took one look at the title and started thinking something along the lines of, "Boobs? Where? I have to pay for them now? Can I have some please?" To answer the first question you need only look to the right of your screen to spot the funky yellow PayPal donation button I recently installed. It's towards the top. It might be hard to find what with the numerous other link buttons cluttering up that half of the screen, most of which I no longer have a clue what they all do. But trust me. It's there. Somewhere. Declaring my shame. This newest addition is the result of dwindling finances. As mentioned before , I'm going back to school to get my English degree and my checking account is suffering for it. The books alo...