Funky Boy

I'm sitting in a cubicle at school looking up stuff. The kiddies are bopping to some Taylor Swift crap. Why not real music? Parliament - Give Up the Funk

College starts up soon. Old man on campus. Snow is about to hit (again). The NBA can't find its ass. Shit going on with wannabe protesters in Manhattan. Damn kids are fighting about money, but when I was a kid, people fought for human rights. Thanksgiving was great. Lari and Em, my crazy cousins, crammed 15 of us at one table. Took a long table that sits eight, popped on a board, covered it with a thick tablecloth, and we had it all. My cousins from Michigan showed up, Indiana and even the Californians. 20 over all, but not everyone was around for dinner. Which brings me to the real question: what the hell are sweet potato balls? Yeah, my ass is bigger, for those of you who care. I ate. I was lazy. Went out today and walked three miles. Damn nice day.

I think our president held out showing his birth certificate as long as possible so that as many people could be made fools of as possible. Think about how brilliant he was. All that money that could have gone into fighting his reelection went into all of this nonsense. Millions of dollars to make an ass of one's self. Hahaha! I can make an ass out of myself for just the cost of a six-pack. Or, if there's a hot girl in the room winking at me, a shot and two beers. Now before you get off wanking about that I went all political on you, or that I think this or that, take your hand out of your pants and listen up. Get this you wankers, Hillary Clinton's people started it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama_citizenship_conspiracy_theories#Origins_of_the_claims Now it is time for reelection, Obama will be reelected because the Republicans wanked away chasing this bullshit instead of finding someone who could beat him. Some say that's dirty pool by Obama...

Aphrodisiac or not, I'm not eating them.

Thank you.

Do you know the book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day ? It is a kid's book. The title tells it all. First of all, I get a flat tire on my way to help a guy move. My spare was flat too. Yeah, my fault. So I park my car, grabbed a taxi, get my spare fixed, and help my friend. Popped on the subway back to my car. I was parked too long when I got back there. Got two tickets. Helping the guy move. That's cool, but all day up and down stairs carrying boxes. Man, I'm not as young as I was. My back hurts, my arms are sore, and my left calf thinks it needs a massage. My calf is wrong. My whole body needs a massage. Meanwhile, never talk baseball. Damn, I love baseball. I watch every game I can. I played a lot when I was little, and love tossing it around now. So I talk a little ball with my friend in Detroit. A few e-mails and he gives me shit for asking about Justin Verlander. I grew up in Detroit. Love the Tigers. I like the Yankees too. Verlander...

I decided to answer Nicholas D. Kristof's question on Facebook. Here's the Times story about Greg Mortenson and his schools. I find this whole issue heart-breaking. I've visited his schools and really admired the way they were set up. Greg does some great work, no question. But these allegations are very serious, and they need direct answers and better, detailed answers. Your thoughts?  Some guy  Frederick Lang commented. I get what he means but I do not agree. What I said: I can't buy Frederick Lang's view, "This man may be flawed, but his vision certainly is an inspiration." If the guy is full of bullshit, no matter how good his goal is, he is still full of bullshit. Some guy hoodwinked Oprah, who peddled the bullshit unknowingly. How many newspapers have published incredible stories only to learn the reporter made up the people he interviewed? Bullshit artists have worked for the best of newspapers. Jayson Blair. Rick Bragg. Stephen Glass. Gerald Pos...