Fuzzy Thinking

I am wrong every once in a while.  I am also a big enough man to admit when my wrongness has reared it's head.  So, here's me admitting I was wrong.

A week ago I stated that I thought that Hillary would win the Dem nomination due to some backroom dealings/handjobs with cigar-smoking power-mongers.  Well, her dealings/handjobs were either below par or they didn't happen because, much to my surprise, she lost.  It looks like the powers-that-be went ahead and made Obamama their man for the upcoming national election. 

The prez election should be O's to lose.  McCain is old, grumpy and hell bent on finishing the clusterfuck in the middle east.  The people don't want that.  So, rich folks, racists, and the uneducated will be voting for Big Mac.  Which is pretty much the entire south.  The rest will vote for O....unless he fucks up, big time.

Anyway, I was admitting my wrongness.  I thought Hillary would slide through with some serious shadyness going on.  But, it didn't happen.  My faith in my government is now restored!!!  (Note the sarcasm there).

Eating crow.

J

Bo Diddley dead at 79.  That just sucks.

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Wherever I have lived in the past, I have always held a secret.  A secret that would, if exposed, would set me up for ridicule and embarassment.  That secret is this:  I am a Tampa Bay Devil Rays fan. 

No longer will I hold in my love for the Rays.  I will wear my Rays gear proudly and walk through the streets of Knoxville.  I will chime in during discussions about baseball at work with "Carl Crawford is the best baserunner in baseball right now" or "Troy Percival has really helped the pitching staff turn a corner" or "Yes, Evan Longoria was worth the money".  If you don't get what I'm talking about then, well, you aren't a Tampa fan.

I couldn't make it to the very first opening day game the Devil Rays ever played.  Back then they still were the DEVIL Rays.  Now, it's just the Rays.  Blah.  But, I did make it to the Trop to watch the second game of their franchise.  So, I've been a fan throughout the shit years.  I have suffered through Jose Canseco, Wade Boggs and Lou Piniella.  I have watched Josh Hamilton flame out in a blaze of (crack smoke) glory (thankfully he has turned his life around).  I have watched the Rays patiently draft early first round choices that will help them in the future...usually blue chip studs.  Well, the future is now.

The Rays are playing great baseball and look like they can stick around to make some noise.  No team wants to come play at the Trop anymore.  It used to be another home series for the likes of Boston and the Yanks.  Now, it's not an easy series any longer,  Teams will have to battle these young Rays for wins.  I love this about the team.  I believe in an earlier post on here (or maybe not) I said that the Rays are scrappy.  I take back that statement....the Rays are talented, not scrappy.

Can't wait to get back to the Trop and catch a game.  Maybe I'll sit in the beach.  Or maybe, just maybe, I'll shell out the bucks for good seats.  That'll be a first for me.

Go Rays.

J

I really have no excuse for my lack of posts here on the Vox.  It's not for the lack of subject matter: democratic nomination pending, new cat, gas four bucks, blah blah blah.  The list can go on.  It's just been complete lack of effort on my part.  For that, I apologize.

I'm super stoked because Less Than Jake are releasing a new album in June.  Can't wait for that one.  I fondly remember going to Jannus Landing in St. Pete (name dropping for all you florida folks!) countless times to catch a LTJ show during my college years.  They are a great live band and if you get the chance, check 'em out.  You'll probably get into the show for less than 20 bucks, too.

I fondly remember trekking out to the Orlando House of Blues to watch a LTJ/NoFX show.  I also fondly remember LTJ blowing the socks off of the NoFX fans in the crowd, pleasantly surprised I'm sure.  There was a scurry to the merch table after their set like I have never witnessed before.  Sigh....I miss live music.  The Knox music scene is a little sparse.

I am going out on a limb and will declare that HRC will get the Dem nomination for the upcoming prez election.  I can't prove it, but I think that she will overtake Obamama in some back room, underhanded dealings.  It just feels like that type of election...shady-ness all around.  If the DNC seats all the delegates in Mich and FL and Obamama doesn't get any of those MI delegates (because he followed the fucking DNC's suggestion that candidates should remove their name from the ballot!...which HRC did NOT do) then I believe that he would have grounds for a serious lawsuit.  This race could get very hairy.  I hope I'm not right.

The kitty is super cute.  Kind of crackheaded but cute.  Aren't all kittens cute, though?

PeaceLoveandHairGrease

I'm back, bitches.

Much love,

J

Well, it appears I have taken a sabbatical from blogging.  It really wasn't intentional it just turned out that days turned into weeks really quicklike.  At least I feel like wandering back now.

• So, the new kitty is in the house.  She seems to have adjusted well, knows where her shitter is, and is liking the dog more and more each day.  So, all is good.  This cat is definitely a "mama's girl" though; she has taken a shine to Jenn like I can't believe.  That's ok because Modog is a daddy's girl.

• We had a nice graduation for the crazy kids at work.  It turned out a lot nicer than I expected. 

• It looks like Obama will pull out the feat of outlasting "devilwoman".  Man, talk about a chick that just won't quit.  She just doesn't see the writing on the wall with all the superdelegates jumping ship and Obama getting all the important endorsements (VP Edwards, anyone?).  It would be a miracle if the debil could pull out a victory in the end.  But, shadier things have happened.

That's about all of my updates for now. 

Peace, love, and hair grease

JR

It's been a year since my sweet little brown dog, Mia, died.  I miss her and her face still haunts me.  It makes me sad but I'm doing fine.  Thanks to little yellow pup for that.

Bye OP and Mia.  I miss you guys.

J

Is it just me or does Al Davis look like the crypt keeper?  This was once THE greatest owner in professional sports.  The Raiders of yore were a fierce group of rabid dogs that the very sight of just struck fear into the hearts of  opponents.  Sadly, the game has passed old Al by and his once-storied franchise is the laughing stock of professional football.  The Raiders make the Bengals look like a well-oiled machine.

I'm too young to remember the great Raider teams.  I only know the crusty Al Davis, not the one in the pimped-out velour track suit stalking the sidelines and pumping up his boys.

Frankly, Al scares me.

J

There's a great tune the Mighty Mighty Bosstones did many many years ago with the title "Where'd ya go?".  It's actually quite a simple tune that I have been humming to myself for the past twenty hours.  Why you may ask (or may not ask)?

Well, Jenn and I got up yesterday morning and did a few things around the house before running out to do some errands.  We came back, settled in and I realized I hadn't seen our cat, OP, in a bit.  So, we looked for him.  A lot.  It appears that my dear old (really old, he's 21) kitty cat has vaporized.  Seriously.  We have checked every nook and cranny and hidey-hole in the apartment and the little bastard has vanished.  I have a couple theories of what happened.

Theory One:  OP Cat decided that he had enoough of this life and hopped off our second floor patio and hauled ass into the woods.  There, he would find a comfy spot in the weeds or under a log and curl up for his final sleep.  I would actually be ok with this scenario.  In his younger years, he was an outdoorsman and would love to go out that way.  The one drawback is that he was thin and frail and a ten foot drop just might have killed him.

Theory Two:  He found a great hiding spot here in the apartment, curled up into a little ball and took his last nap.  I hope this isn't what happened.  I don't really want to find him in a week or so.

Theory Three: Aliens came and got him.

I guess I'm just sad.  That stupid cat has been with me for the better part of 2/3rds of my life.  That's a long time to get attached.  Here's what happened while he was alive:  I graduated high school, graduated college, got married, bought a house, got a puppy, got divorced, sold a house, bought and sold four cars, got married again, moved to Louisiana, Massachusetts (where he outlived his buddy Mia), then to Tennessee, got a new puppy, have had numerous new jobs, had many laughs, tears and kisses.  He was the one constant through all of that. 

I miss that stupid cat.

J

PS...Happy 420 to all you pothead stoners out there.

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