Hey Freak!

Tomorrow, we move to our new place. Today will be spent packing. Ugh.

Somebody tell me a joke. I'm sure we'll need a good laugh by the end of the day...

A Truce. Mutual understanding. It's a beautiful thing.

April has since apologized for her comments regarding all Mexicans, both on her blog and in the comments on my previous post. Thank You, April.

As a result, I'm closing the comments there. There's no need to bash her anymore. Bash me instead.

You see, I read her post and got angry. Then I read her explanation, which didn't really "fly" with me. So, I left a comment out of anger, and called her out as a racist. This wasn't really fair to her, as, aside from those posts, she hadn't really said anything else to lead me to believe she's a racist. Yes, I flew off the handle. So she was angry, I was angry, everybody was fuckin' angry.

It's only when we calmed down and like, tried to understand what the other person was thinking when we finally got to a truce.

She was angry. Her anger was justified, but poorly directed. She apologized. I was angry. My anger was justified, but I didn't have to get into the name calling. For that, I apologize. We were both wrong.

Hey, I never said I was perfect. But I try. It's all water under the bridge now. We understand each other, and now we're moving on.

Good? Good.

I've been struggling with whether or not to post this, because I'm sure you're all sick of my racism talk, but... well dammit, the only thing I hate worse than a racist is a racist who doesn't know he's a racist. Or, in this case, she.

How many Mexicans does it take... to stare at you until you feel uncomfortable?

Gee. I don't know. Maybe a thousand? Is that too many?

Oh, perhaps I'm being too harsh. Perhaps she's not a racist. Do you buy this explanation? Um...

I dunno. I guess I don't buy it. Does anybody else understand? Please, somebody convince me she's not a racist.

Well, shit. Either way, racist or not, she sure said some shitty things.

Update: there's more explanation.

Let me say this: If you're a woman, and you have guys ogling you and leering at you and intentionally brushing past you, you have every right to be angry. Go ahead. Be mad at the people leering at you. But don't blame the entire ethnic group in some grand stereotype. That right there is racism at it's most basic level. Period.

Dude. The Apocalypse is nigh:

Willie Nelson takes reggae turn, mon
Country legend brings Jamaican rhythm to some of his old songs

At a recent show here with Bob Dylan, Nelson performed a long list of hits, but not a single song from his long-awaited reggae album, "Countryman," which comes out Tuesday.

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Produced by Don Was, who's worked with the Rolling Stones and Bonnie Raitt among others, the album includes reggae versions of Nelson songs such as "Darkness On the Face of the Earth" and "One in a Row." There also are covers of Jimmy Cliff's "The Harder They Come" and "Sitting in Limbo," and a song called "I'm a Worried Man" by Johnny and June Carter Cash that Nelson recorded as a duet with Toots Hibbert of Toots and the Maytals. [full story]

Dude, seriously... WTF?

The funniest part? The album cover features a marijuana leaf. Ah, it makes sense now. But if you buy your album from Wal-Mart, you'll just get a palm tree.

What's next? Linkin Park crooning? Aye, carumba.

Dude, this is funny.

You see, this guy is moving, and soon (much like Jo and I). But he's trying to get rid of a lot of stuff, and fast. So, he did what a lot of people do - post all that stuff on Craigslist.

But.

I gotta say, he's got the most... how do I say this... "entertaining" descriptions I've seen. Look for yourself. Or, you could just view his original Craigslist posting (link from Steph).

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna check my finances to see if I can afford a magical box full of naked people. Oh, wait. I have one of those.

Congratulations! You're reading the #1 blog on the internets!

OK, maybe not. But I was thinking... you ever see those commercials on TV for local shit that claims to be #1? Come on, you can't tell me that you've never heard "We're the largest used car dealer in the world!" or "We've got the biggest furniture showroom in the world!"?

Or how about these - the biggest furniture sale in the world? The world's largest running show store? The world's largest block party? The world's largest open air bar made especially for people and their pet chickens? OK, maybe not that, but do you see where I'm going?

How does one get to say "World's Largest Block Party," anyways? Is there an official who sizes up every block party in the world? I don't think so. And yanno, I find it a little hard to believe claims like this is the world's largest. If mean, if it was, it'd be in the Guinness Book of World Records now, wouldn't it?

I mean, wha, do you just pick a field where you know nobody will do the research to see if you're wrong? Well, shoot. Just call me the world's finest blogger, then.

No? Fine, whatever.

Just call me the Blog Whisperer, then.

It's time again for me to infect your iPods and media players. Are you ready for some "crappy" music? Well, maybe not crappy, but I try to find stuff that most people don't have, yanno?

Remember those old ABC commercials? Man, I used to get Still the One stuck in my head all the freakin' time.

This is one of those songs that I remember more for the video than the actual song - New Girl Now, by Honeymoon Suite. Does anybody else remember the heart shaped bed with the nails coming out of it? Or did I imagine that?

OK. 100 points for anybody who remembers the hair band Giuffria. 200 points if you remember the song Call to the Heart. 1000 points if you admit that you actually like it. My endless admiration if, at any time ever, you find yourself screaming this song at the top of your lungs in traffic on the way to work. Not like I did that or anything...

Last one. I doubt that anyone has this, because, well... Keith seems to be one of the only other people I know who like mash-ups. So anyway, but My Other Car is a Beatle.

Is that enough for you? OK, one more. Listen to this one when you first wake up. It'll get you going. Especially if your name is Glen.

Or Roy.