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I'm doing the obligatory post....
I've been downloading movies from a friend of mine and I am in the middle of watching Bedazzled. Its a fairly cheesey movie but it has its moments. I've been trying to come up with something but its hard for me to write and watch a movie at the same time.
So, I'm just going to say...
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:05 AM
I've decided that strip bars have warped my fragile little mind. Suddenly all women have become sex objects. I don't even listen to what they say anymore. I'm watching there mouth move and just thinking what she could do with it.
The Alderman are right, strip clubs are horrible. I'm so tempted to spend all of my extra money at the nudie bar and then go out and rape Girl Scouts and eat Brownies. I don't have any women that are friends of mine that I don't want to have sex with. All women are just objects for which sex is to be had with. (or something like that.) I'm so nudie bar crazed that I can't .... wrote ... good... no mo'.
I'm a nudie bar zombie. My life is ruined and yours will be next. Please learn from my example. I can no longer function in society and should be locked away.
Just incase your don't get it, the above is sarcasm.
sar·casm (särkzm) n.
1. A cutting, often ironic remark intended to wound.
2. A form of wit that is marked by the use of sarcastic language and is intended to make its victim the butt of contempt or ridicule.
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[Late Latin sarcasmus, from Greek sarkasmos, from sarkazein, to bite the lips in rage, from sarx, sark-, flesh.]
I had recently heard a rumor that the "yard stick" rule had gone into effect at the strip clubs in town. The dancers have to stay 3 feet away from the customer. The Aldermen are trying to get it passed but its not going on at the moment. I really don't understand the big deal. If you don't like strip clubs, don't go to one. Its as simple as that.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:23 AM
The Pic of the Day shows what Helene brought back for me from South Beach, FL. As you can see I enjoyed it very much.
I met a woman named Mitsy last night.
Need I say more. Probably. I didn't think that there were women that were actually name Mitsy. I thought it was some stereotype of rich white America.
"Mitsy, you just spilled your Cosmopolitan in my lap!"
"I'm sorry, Bitsy. I was so excited when they scored that Pony Goal! I love polo!"
I don't really know if she fits this stereotype but I do know that she is a very annoying drunk. (Sorry, Susie.) I made a quick exit before I said something that may have caused her to slap me like I saw her do to two other guys. I really hate being hit. Especially, by some drunk bitch. You've heard me rant about that sort of shit before. Again, I feel that I need to point out that I'm not saying that Mitsy was a drunk bitch. I just didn't want to stay long enough to find out, since she was a friend of a friend. I'm also fairly sure that she could care less what I think.
I guess I'm trying to word this post carefully because the friend of Mitsy reads my site everyday and I don't want to offend her. She's ACES as far as I'm concerned.
That's enough tip-toeing around.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:10 AM
Helene is back to Louisville safe and sound. Complete with a tan. Apparently it was 85 degrees when she left Miami yesterday. It was a little cooler here in Louisville. Heheh.
She got several of us fella's presents that I'll have to tell you about tomorrow because I want her to have a chance to give them out before I ruin the surprise.
I recently got the new Leonard Cohen CD, Ten New Songs. This is the first album he's put out in 9 years. I've only listened to it once but so far I like it. Leonard Cohen has always been one of those guys that I have to listen to a few times before I really get into. When I got The Future, I listened to it once and then didn't touch it for months. Then I heard one of the songs in a movie; I pulled out the CD and soon I loved the whole thing.
Speaking of new music, I also recently got the new Butthole Surfers, The Weird Revolution, it kicks ass. The Butthole Surfers are still evolving farther away from the type of music they did in the beginning but I think its working for them.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:54 AM
“Naked fisticuffs suck!”
The above quote has nothing to do with today’s post. It was just something I heard said at the Mag and it stuck in my head.
I have two little news bites about my friend Dana. First, she is having a birthday today and if you see her please wish her a happy one. Second, starting today Dana now works at the Mag Bar again. Apparently, Paul quit and the bar owner asked Dana to come back. I was sitting there when he came in saw Dana, walked straight up to her and said, "You want to come back to work here?" Dana simply said, "Yes." and he told her to be here at noon.
It wasn't really a big surprise. Dana had worked on Sunday of the St James Art Fair. When Dana heard that Paul had quit, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she would probably be asked to come back.
I’m sure that there will be those who miss Paul but also I know that there will be many who have missed Dana and will be glad she is coming back. I believe she will have her old schedule, most weekdays and Sunday nights. Stop by and tip her well.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:40 AM
My Mom told me today that she has decided she wants to get a computer.
She heard about a class she could take to learn the basics. She figured that it was time that she learned and she knows enough now to want to learn more.
I'm glad that she wants to learn about computers, because they really have become a part of life for a lot of people. It's getting to where its like having a TV or a phone. All of her sons live out of town; her grandchildren obviously live out of town then. It will be a great way for her to keep in touch with everyone.
I must say though that I'm a little apprehensive about her looking at my site. She'll probably find out more about me than she really wants to know. I'm old enough where I shouldn't worry about this sort of thing but you know how it is... she's my Mom. I still wear long sleeve shirts when I go home to visit because I know she doesn't like my tattoos.
Well, I think she can handle it. I'm not that big a freak.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:00 AM
This may be a weird post for me. I'm from a small town in Indiana called Tell City. Well they had some hubbub there lately. The woman, who is white, was involved in a relationship with a black man, Faulkenberg said. Fearing she had become pregnant, she "had overwhelming thoughts about the reaction from her family and the community," Tell City Police Chief David Faulkenberg said Tuesday.
So she called in a false sexual assaulted claim. She did not blame it on her boyfriend, but she did say it was black man that had sexually assaulted her. Tell City is a small town and there are few black men that live there. "The police chief said he had been concerned the relatively few black men living in this area might be singled out for retribution. "
Here is the icing on the cake; they are not pressing charges against this woman. The police spent 130 man-hours and "interviewed" 10 black men about these charges. All because she was afraid of what her family might say.
My biggest fear in life is being accused of something that I didn't do. When I worked at the movie theatre I was accused of coming on to a girl that worked there. The weird thing is that the girl I was accused of hitting on was very quiet and I barely knew her name much less made advances toward her. That was minor league compared to what this woman in Tell City did.
This woman didn't even get a slap on the wrist. At least 10 men were hassled by the police and 130 man-hours were spent on this and here is what the chief had to say, “She said she’d falsified the report. She’s not being charged with falsifying a report due to her age and some personal problems she has.”
Shouldn't a judge make that decision? It's a judge's job to make the punishment fit the crime not the friggin' police chief.
I am so glad that I'm out of that town.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:50 AM
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