Are you kidding me?

I really haven't been following the presidential campaigning yet.  I'm in the camp that thinks it started just a wee bit too early and I really don't want to burn out on it just when it starts to get important.  However, I saw the following article thanks to a link from ESPN's 'The Sports Guy' and chose to make it a lunch time read.  http://nymag.com/news/features/41550/index5.html  (It's a long one - 6 pages - but despite the potential bias, is very insightful, I think)

I am absolutely mortified by the following quote from Rudy Giuliani.

...Giuliani grins. "If I'm president of the United States, it will be crystal clear we will not allow Iran to become a nuclear power. We will take whatever action is necessary to stop them! We will not take the military option off the table. We will not beg to negotiate with them. We're gonna make them beg to negotiate with us!"

Are you fucking kidding me?  Make them beg us?  I refuse to even react rationally to this crap.  Fuck you Rudy, you fucking dictator!  Guess what asshole?  You're not God and just because our system of government has worked here (a point that is, perhaps, debateable for the recent past) and we all love our country, doesn't give you the right to run the planet.  Fuck you again!

If this prick gets elected, I swear I'm moving to France. 

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MCM 2006

For anyone that doesn't already know, I finished the Marine Corps Marathon yesterday in 5:58:21.  It was truly an amazing experience and I want to thank everyone who supported and encouraged me for the last 6 months of training.  It meant a lot to me and everyone, in some way or another, helped me get through the 26.2 miles.

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Unofficial Race Results

PAUL WILLIS |  Bib #29458  |  BETHESDA, MD - USA  |  Age 31  |  M  |  USA							MAPTRACK
START	5 Mile	10 Mile	Half	15 Mile	20 Mile	23.5 Mile	FINISH
9:03:58 AM EST	00:59:34	01:58:08	02:38:55	03:05:19	04:20:45	05:07:59	05:58:26
TIME  Chip Time: 05:58:26  Clock: Pace: 13:40  Placement  Overall: 19119  Gender: 12019  Division: 1857

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rock your socks

It's like this, people.  Three of my closest bros (Wally, Drew and Gre...aka Navel) have released a new record.  Some of you have heard them, many have not.

I'm going to keep this simple.  If you like the rock and the roll, you will be seriously missing out if you do not have a taste of their latest batch of aural candy.  This is not a shameless plug, or an attempt to get you to buy my friends' CD.  It's just a testament to some undeniably excellent, original rock and roll.  (And, no, it's not the typical low-fi "four-track-in-the-basement" stuff posted by a lot of bands...this is professional grade!)

There are three songs available for your listening pleasure on Navel's myspace page (accessible via my "top 8").  Have a listen if you please, and if you like what you hear, take notice of the two show dates they have scheduled for the DC area in the coming month.

This message has been brought to you by the "Coalition for Music that Doesn't Suck Coalition" and "The Department of Redundancy Department."

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urinal burgers anyone?

A couple of months ago, Marisa and I were heading north to New York when we made a stop at one of the rest stops on 95.

I waded my way through the crowds of people and rounded the corner into the men's room.  As I approached the long row of urinals, scanning for a spot with a little privacy, I saw something I had never seen before.

A man that appeared to be in his late thirties was firmly docked at a urinal with his junk in his right hand and a fat, juicy cheeseburger in his left.  And yes, he was taking bites of the burger while in the act.

You might ask, "how did he 'wrap things up' one-handed?"  Just like that...one-handed.  He zipped up and walked away from the urinal without missing a beat.  Or a bite.

And no, he did not wash his hand.  Now *that* would have been impressive.

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Nephew .3

My sister had her third baby this morning. Another boy. He was almost 10 pounds. And yes, he was born on 6/6/06. Oooh...spooky. That's all, just an update. Coming soon: a story about a hamburger at a rest stop. You won't believe this one.

UPDATE:  Talked to my sis.  Nephew 3 was officially 9 lbs. 14.9 oz.  1.1 ounces short of 10 lbs.  Craziness.  I didn't even have to ask her how she was feeling.  Within 5 minutes on the phone I heard her ask the nurse how long she had to wait for another pain pill.  Yikes.

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Don't you just love it when people blog lyrics?

Say goodnight and go

Skipping beats
Blushing cheeks
I am struggling
Daydreaming
Bed scenes in
The corner cafe
And then i'm left in bits
Recovering tectonic
Tremblings
You get me every time

Why do you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

Follow you home
You've got your headphones on
And you're dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot
You taking everything off
Watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine
Flicking through the TV
Relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone

Oh why do you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

One of these days
You'll miss your train
And come stay with me
Say goodnight and go
We'll have drinks
And talk about things
Any excuse to stay awake with you
You'll sleep here
I'll sleep there
But then the heating may be down again
At my convenience
We'd be good
We'd be great together

Why do you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well

Say goodnight and go
Why's it always always
Goodnight and go
Oh darling not again
Goodnight and go

-Imogen Heap

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Here's the story...

OK, it's far from a Brady Bunch tale, but I hate coming up with blog titles and this story just popped into my head.

During high school, and for a few years after, my close "crew" of friends used to have frequent house parties.  The parties were always at Steve's parent's house and weren't really that big.  Just an excuse for 5 to 10 of us to get together and drink beer, maybe play cards (yes we were still playing "asshole" at the time) and hang out on his screened-in porch listening to Pink Floyd till 4 in the AM...bunch of stoners.  I'm not bashing Floyd mind you, they're icons.  I just never gave 'em enough of a chance to really get into the music.  But I digress.

So, on one particular night, at one of these parties, someone decided it would be a good (drunken) idea to watch some porn.  I think I was downstairs playing air hockey or outside hitting on whatever "new girl" someone brought to the party.  All I know is, when I came back into the living room, every one of my friends was groaning in horror and covering their eyes; someone yelling "stop the tape."  It took several minutes for my friends to recover to the point that they could explain what happened.  Apparently, within the first five minutes of the real "action" my friend Vanessa pointed out (man, i miss 'Nessa...anyone know where she is these days) that the leading man was a dead ringer for yours truly.  Apparently everyone else in the room agreed.

So, I've been told I look like Jim Carrey, Jeremy Irons, Peter Krause and a porn star.  Nice.

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time for a haircut?

This morning when I got in the car, I ripped out about 10 - 20 hairs when I accidentally closed the car door on them as I was falling into my seat.  Perhaps I should feel lucky that I didn't actually slam my head in the door.  I'm blaming the freezing temps for being rushed and doing such a stupid thing.  In case you ever wondered, the sound of multiple hairs getting ripped from your scalp is much like that of tearing heavy fabric in two.

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Roscoe P. Coltrane

Story time.

So a month or more ago, I was on my way home from the 930 club.  I was driving up Georgia Ave when I noticed a police car approaching in the lane to my right.  At the next red stoplight, the cop pulled up next to me and signaled for me to roll down my window.  I knew I wasn't speeding or breaking any laws, so I wasn't nervous, but VERY curious.

When I rolled down the window, the cop (fighting back some serious laughter along with his partner) asked me if I wanted to race.  Seriously.  While I love my car and it is a "sportscar" it's still only a 4-cylinder.  To the best of my knowledge, those cop cruisers have Corvette engines in 'em.  So, I politely declined and then proceeded to laugh my ass off right along with them until the light turned green.

I'd still love to know what exactly that was all about.  Were the cops mocking my car?  Did they like the car but wanted to give me a hard time about racing since I couldn't win...and they could ticket me for speeding even if i tried?  Do I look anything like the Vin Diesel, Fast and the Furious street racer type?  Were they stoned?  (This thought actually crossed my mind...they looked like they could have been)

Totally random and completely comical.

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where the hell have I been?

I've gotten a couple of emails, messages, comments, etc, voicing concern that I may have fallen off of the face of the earth. Don't worry, I'm still clinging on. The latest laundry list of things that have initiated my disappearing act are as follows:
-bought a new car in VA
-had to sell the old one in MD
(these two things are a lot more time-consuming than you might think...I definitely underestimated)
-school of course is what it is. For instance, I will be studying all weekend because I have tests in both classes next week, and am behind on two projects for my programming class.
-work has become madness...enough so that they're hiring me an employee. That's right, I will be managing a second tech to help me with my massive workload
But, here's the kicker. For those that don't know, I had to move AGAIN.
For those that *really* don't know, this is the fourth place I've lived since moving to MontCo 2.5 years ago. I'm sick of moving.
Even more fun? The fact that this move aggravated a back problem I first experienced back in March. So now I'm dealing with a chiropractor and trying to get it straightened out. So far it's only become a more painful nuissance.
Anyway, that's the scoop with my life. I'm not complaining, just explaining.
I hope everyone is well. Drew, Happy Birthday bro. I swear one of these days I'm going to surprise you by remembering it.
Big Love to everyone, especially one of my closest friends and her mother who has been in and out of the hospital for a few weeks now. I'm sending all my love to you both babe.
I can now be found in Bethesda where gas costs as much as $2.77 a gallon but my car insurance dropped by almost $200 every six months. Funny how the universe always finds balance, right?
'night.

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