Death of a Child Molestor

Michael Jackson has died. Many are mourning, but I wonder: Why are we mourning a child molestor? Sorry, but that’s what he was. Were it anyone else, none would give a damn. Perhaps we’d celebrate the death of an accused child molestor during his… what… third trial for the crime.

eBay sales of Jackson’s memorabilia are crawling higher and higher. I saw unopened albums of Thriller for hundreds of dollars. A copy of The Wiz on VHS was $99. This is ridiculous.

Michael Jackson = Child Molestor

Do not mourn. Just go about your business, and hope more child molestors die. “We couldn’t get him on earth, but he’ll get what he deserves” is what my GF’s mother said. Maybe there’s truth to that.

back… if anyone cares

So I’m back for my monthly update. Seriously, I want to write more. Oddly I can’t. Go figure. Things are pretty damned good for me, so I can’t complain. We all know if I can’t complain, I can’t write.

But I am not dead.

road trip

Tonight, I see the Protomen. This entails a two hour drive to Bowling Green with ParticleBoy and the GF. Should be interesting. It’s this festival thing to benefit a kids’ charity, and the other bands seem promising. I have high hopes for a good time.

Things are settling down in my life right now. I’m playing WoW again, at least for a bit until I figure out if I want to. I’m playing more guitar, and talking to people about a band. That dream still lives and always will, I think.

Life is stil good, which means little to talk about.

post-moving update

So, I’m all moved in and things are goosd so far. Me and Margaret (Karen’s mom) are trading days on cooking dinner. I’m happy, she’s happy, Karen’s happy. What more can you ask for? ONe more mouth to feed, but also one more income to help out. Plus, I think Margaret was missing the mothering, since both her daughters were spending more time out than at home of late. She stole my dirty laundry and washed it for me yesterday. I appreciate the thought, but at the same time I’m trying to be as little of a burden as possible.

The van is mine, and working great. The job hunt is on, and hopefully something will come up soon.

My job still sucks.

I’m happy.

The end.

moving day

Another year, another move. Another lease is up, and my address must be changed. Four years now, I have moved every March. I don’t feel like I have a home, you know. I mean, a home is someplace you always belong. I don’t belong anywhere. I only visit for a year, then I move along.

She tries to tell me I have a home with them, but Karen doesn’t understand why I’m a little sad. “You look sad” is what she told me all day, as we packed boxes and moved them to her home. Where I will be staying for a time. Visiting yet another domicile while I figure out what the next move will be. I love this girl, but she just can’t comprehend it. She’s never felt that way, after all.

I’ve been depressed, again. I know it. I also know it will pass. I can’t help it. Life is folding in on itself again, chaning once more, evolving into something unfamiliar. I make plans, and they bust through at the seams again. Maybe it’s just me being emo. I don’t like change.

On the better side of things, I will have a vehicle again soon. I know a guy at work. Joe. Joe buys and fixes cars, and when he gets bored with them he sells them off. Last month he was doing this with a van. He wanted $500, but with taxes and insurance I couldn’t pay it for a few more weeks. Tonight, he called and said he didn’t mind if I paid what I could now after transfering the title and getting insurance, then paid the rest back later. I don’t like owing people money, but I need a vehicle. Also, a van is helpful when moving. So soon I will have reliable transportation once more.

And that’s things now. Not great, not awful, but making me uneasy. I should be happier. I’m working on that.

holy fuck

I’m bored. So so so fucking bored. I mean, fuck… I’m bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m bored, fucking bored.

I Go Walking Down There – Chris Isaak

does sex really change EVERYTHING

Yeah. That time has come, to make the pun. I am no longer dating an eighteen year old virgin who is still in high school. I don’t know if either of us are sure how we feel about that. She’s not the first girl I’ve deflowered. I didn’t really care the last time, cause I was just fucking a girl for fun. I do now. The age difference is a lot, but I really love this girl. Am I in love with her? Not likely. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. Sex is, obviously, a big deal for me. I like sex. Sex is great. And yet, I didn’t pressure her much to this point. It was her decision.

The great part is, she seems to really really love the cock. Good for me.

Do I feel different about the relationship? Not really. With Love, the sex came fast. Our relationship was mostly built on sex, and fell rather easily. That doesn’t change how I felt about her, but it is the truth. This time, the sex came last. For me, it’s an added bonus to things. It is a major thing for her, I imagine. I mean, no matter what happens, I wil always be the guy that she gave her virginity to. That will never be different.

I hope I am worth it. She seems to think so.

Next time, I’ll write about the state of artistic expression in modern high schools. It’s not pretty.

Good Morning, Captain – Slint

birthday cake, since i made my own

Here’s my recipe, for both the cake and frosting. I prefer cream cheese based frosting, but I didn’t have any on hand.

Yellow Cake
1/2 cup butter ( is substituted 3/8 vegetable oil, since I had no butter)
3/4 cup sugar
4 egg yolks
1/4 or so milk
3/4 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt

~ preheat oven to 350
~ combine dry ingredients (except sugar) in a bowl, sift if you can
~ in another bowl, combine your butter and sugar. Beat them until creamed together.
~ add yolks, beat some more
~ add milk and vanilla extract, then beat even more (cooking is very violent)
~ add your dry ingredients and mix well
NOTE* This may make a very thick batter. Usually does for me. Just add milk a splash at a time until you like the consistency.
~ bake 25 – 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean

Chocolate frosting

2 -3 cups powdered sugar
2/3 cups baking cocoa
1/2 cup butter
1 tsp vanilla extract

~ put all that crap in a bowl and mix well
NOTE* you can add more powdered sugar to help thicken it up, if needed, or a little flour. I prefer flour because it doesn’t keep making it sweeter.

There ya go. My recipe for birthday cake. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever.This is also good for cupcakes. Watch for a picture of the finished product.