Skepticism, agriculture, politics
Here I go again
Headed east
Kansas City tonight
Waldo bar
Get to play with Trevor and Dusty
Trevor’s last show in the motherland
Lawrence tomorrow
Watching Mason and the fiddlers
Downstairs
Where the hell is Waldo?
Looks like the Purple Wave gets to auction an Ipod.
I fell, too. Chris, don’t worry. I’m currently playing Counter Strike. It’s a relapse. I’m guarding hostages in Italy. I’m going to win.
Looks like the website has had some work done to it
Fun fun
The image uploader is now working for the band
Better watch the hell out
I’m glad I don’t work at Wal Mart
I went to buy groceries today
Dumb move
Every Jim and Sally was taking his and her matching-overpriced-bullshit-with-a-bow-on-it Christmas presents back to try and convince the retail giant that it should essentially buy back the merchandise, effectively paying for the mistakes made in haste. Let me tell you something, people. When you take something back to Wal Mart, they don’t repackage it and put it back on the shelves. Don’t try to justify your despicable act of returning goods by thinking to yourself that somehow someone will put your item to good use. It doesn’t happen. Most of the time, it gets thrown on a pallet, loaded in a truck, and sent to some bulk transfer station. It’s cheaper than trying to resell it.
You know, it was Wal Mart that solidified the horrible idea of a warranty in today’s society. If Wal Mart wouldn’t have led everyone on the planet to believe that they have no responsibility when they make purchases, the concept of as-is wouldn’t be so hard for the American public to understand. Now that I think of it, perhaps the whole problem is Wal Mart’s fault. Perhaps everyone should buy three of everything they want, open everything, and take two back and say they’re the wrong size, they don’t fit, they’re the wrong color to match your bloody flowers, and the batteries weren’t included. Maybe then Wal Mart would stop pandering to the ignorance of the public.
Merry Christmas
Everyone always told me that Christmas was about giving and not receiving. "Bullshit," I used to think. I realized as I was lying sick on the couch next to the Christmas tree, waiting for my family to open their presents, that I really didn’t care what I got this year. While I’m quite thankful for what I did get, I was far happier to see my parents and sisters get some of the things they wanted. I guess they were right, whoever they were. I think it was the media. Perhaps Hollywood. I’m sure I read it somewhere.
I don’t know what it was
Sicker than a dog today
All…night….long…..
Wayne’s sick, too…
Must have been food poisoning from somewhere
Finally got up off the couch
About 7:00pm for about 15 minutes
Back then to bed was I
To watch more poker on ESPN
Did I ever tell you how much I love sports?
Wayne and I drove to Sharon from Manhattan
Missed about five turns in Wichita and Derby
I need glasses
Made it home in time to play poker
Nothing like losing money to the old man
We had a party at the Wave tonight
Rambler’s scramblers
I’ll be home tomorrow
I just got back from Walk the Line
I want to take some pills
I guess they make you better
That Elvis sure talks a lot of poon
I just got back from Lawrence and Topeka. Too much driving of late. I’m looking forward to this week of rest. Give a dog a bone.
