Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Brain Drippings

Jethro has a good post up about the Confederate flag which might make for an interesting discussion.

Absolutely nothing interesting is going on. I haven't even had sex. I keep trying to come up with something funny or fascinating, but I'm stuck. And speaking of feces, I was taking a dump the moment the Michael Jackson verdict was read. I realize it's old news now, but I had wanted to mention it and I forgot.

I took Gwennie and Emma to the store today and they were bad. Emma cried over everything and forgot her underwear. I'm still not sure how I missed that one. Gwennie was just plain bad, asking for every little thing and dragging her feet and her arms, knocking things off the shelves, hanging off the cart and slowing it down, and whining constantly. I wish we didn't live in a world where it is so wrong to swat your kid HARD across the bare tush in public. She knows I won't do it when there are people around, and she takes full advantage - even though she knows she's going to get it at home.

What else. My diet is not going well. Carmen Electra is still a stupid cunt. I think I may go back to school when Jethro is done. I know I swore to almighty Whatever that I wouldn't, but I can't resist the urge to get an expensive useless degree and talk down to the people I think need a talking down to.

I think if I'm actually going to get a useless degree, I should probably go whole hog and get the most pretentious, uppity, snot-filled degree there is. I've narrowed it down to some type of Literature or Art History, with the scales tipping to the latter. It's a subject I find fascinating ever since Rome, but it is an undeniable fact that if you speak about art, you are going to sound like a pseudo-intellectual who parade their snobbish, homosexual art friends as an apology for being white and straight.

Like wine drinkers. And it isn't fair. I like wine, but I deliberately remain ignorant of its intricacies because once you start becoming familiar with it, you end up sounding like a jerkoff whose only pleasure in life is telling people how smart he is, instead of someone who just wants to get laid, which is stupid too, but honest, at least, because it's pretty much the whole point of alcohol on all intellectual levels.

Like poets (and my apologies in advance to the poets among us - this is just personal bitching and if poetry gives you pleasure, I am truly happy for you). I find poetry to be the most useless genre to vent one's feelings. So much of the poetry I read is about feelings, or *shudder* one-dimensional social commentary. This isn't good poetry. Read Yates, or Auden, or Dylan Thomas, or even Robert Frost. I don't care for poetry, but they were good poets.

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I just conducted a little experiment with Gwennie. When we were at the store yesterday, a young black man sold us some ice cream that he promised was really good. I was giving some to Gwennie just a few minutes ago and she said, "This is great. I guess that guy was right."

For no important reason, I wondered if his race would figure into her memory of him, so I said, "What guy?"

She said, "You know, the guy at the store!"

"What did he look like?"

She said, "Remember? He had a red hat and he had black curly hair, and brown skin, and he was wearing a red shirt with a white tie."

Somehow, I feel satisfied with Gwennie's answer.

15 comments:

Angi said...

Yay Gwennie for NOT mentioning his race.

When my kids do that, I leave the cart full of groceries there, put them in the car, and go home bust their tails, and then we go back to the store and try again. Luckily, I only live a couple of miles from the store.

I have a useless degree, only it is just useless to me. I've never used it at all...

Jen said...

Most degrees are useless, unless you want to piddle around in the drudgery of some kind of low-paying, uninteresting monkey job in that field for the first 5 years after you get said degree. It is better to take the degree, and go do something else that simply pays well when you have a degree in anything. When I graduated with my chemistry degree, I tried the whole lab monkey job, and it sucked. I stood in front of the same machine all day testing the same damn thing all day long. BBOORRIINNGG.....
In Houston, the only job you can get as a chemist is at a petrochemical company. So after a few months of the tedium and insulting pay, I landed a job that paid twice as much working in a financial department of a huge corporation. Worked there for 5 years before I left to stay at home with little girl. Great pay, great benefits, and no one expected me to remember some obscure chemical equation off the top of my head.

Just out of curiousity, I can understand why YOU don't check to make sure Emma's undies are not on before you leave the house, but how on earth did she forget? Wasn't it a bit breezy?

Inanna said...

Doesn't Emma have a birthday coming up? I know Gwennies is Jan. 13th, same as my brother's... or is that Emma? Damn.

Well, I swat Nate regardless of where we are. Let them call CPS. That's what's wrong with kids today!! I just don't use any identifying payment methods, like debit card or check. They'll have to get my license plate number.

Jethro said...

I'll help you with the sex thing later. ;)

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Brighton said...

I have two useless degrees. I try not to bore anyone with Chaucer if I can help it. I love wine, but only know what tastes good to me. I don't know anything about bouqets, or breathing- just drinking.

Michelle said...

Unfortunately Zelda, even without the useless boring degree you already ARE an intellectual!! LOL I've told you that on your political blog before too. You have an amazing mind and I think a useless degree would only add to it! LOL

I know we have a good conversation going on over at Jethro's (and I worry that you think one thing about me when something else is really true) but I wanted to comment on Gwennie not mentioning the race of the man who helped you. My children do the same thing. In fact if you ask the color of someone's skin they reply brown or peach, not black or white. They also don't list the color first, it is usually what they were wearing or what they said. Even here in Georgia we are raising our children right! ;) It does make me proud as my husband and I have strived hard to make sure we aren't raising prejudiced children. Neither of us were raised that way and we want to make sure our children aren't either.

Nathan Frampton said...

You and Jethro are great.

Angi said...

did you get spammed?

se7en said...

Shit, now ya got me wanting a useless degree!

And hey, no sex here either! oh well...

Michael Jackson needs ta go to jail just because... well just because!! hehe

Nathan Frampton said...

Not spam. I read this blog all the time.

Inanna said...

HA! Its Gwennie who has a birthday coming up, two days before my nephews and Emma's is the same as my brother's. HA! Yeah... I wrote them down when I visited.

Inanna said...

I e-mailed you from my g-mail account.

Anonymous said...

Okay, I left my two cents at your boyfriends place. Now, back to that bottle of Ripple....

Boobabe said...

Was it the lack of underwear that made you remember the part about Michael Jackson??