Orifice Space

After Orlando, Florida, city officials voted in 1998 to fly rainbow flags from city lampposts during the annual Gay Days event at Disney World, Robertson issued the city a warning: "I don't think I'd be waving those flags in God's face if I were you. ... [A] condition like this will bring about the destruction of your nation. It'll bring about terrorist bombs, it'll bring earthquakes, tornadoes and possibly a meteor."

–Pat Robertson

so, i think i've made a bit of a career choice - i'm going to go to school for business management. i have mixed feelings about this.....but it needs to happen.

so, last night, e and me went and saw Twisted Sister. It was pretty unbelievable at how those cats can still move on stage. D was in some serious shape! anyway, they did the whole thing - hair, makeup, etc. we only stayed for about 7or8 songs. i wanted to stay until i heard "we're not gonna take it". we did, then we went and saw The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Pretty good movie. made me remember my evangelical, casting the demons out, pleading the blood of jesus, days. Spiritual warfare and all that other........the whole premise is that God, in His infinite wisdom, allowed this poor, innocent young lady become possessed by Belial ("Lucifer incarnate" according to the movie), tear herself up (literally) and then die horrifically just so God could show the world that He really exists and that there are supernatural beings all around. That's fucked up - why do we need to witness horrific, supernatural miracles to be convinced that god exists? Fucking ridiculous. The way that I think god should prove that he/she/they/it exists is by all of a sudden, there's no poverty. all of a sudden, there is economic accountability for the world, and there is true equality. that would be a lot more convincing than to sit and watch some girl contort her body in un-natural ways and speak in wierd languages and be super strong...........am i making sense?

on to Vicente. about a month ago, e and me became certified foster care providers. two fridays ago, we got our first kid. he's three years old. he's a wonderful, challenging kid. it's a weird dynamic. we're not going to adopt, just foster, so it's weird. before we had a kid, i'm thinking "i'm want to give this kid a break! I want to be his dad for a while!" but, subconciously even, it's VERY difficult to invest in this kid emotionally - i'll say that it's happening, slowly - but it's difficult! the second day we had him, i left the room for a moment, and all the sudden i heard a CRASH and then a foreign AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! i went into the room and i was confronted big V having a mouth full of blood. i guess what happened (my five year old witnessed it), V had a car in his mouth and he took a header onto the floor which, with the wood floor, a metal car, gravity, and i'm sure some other factors that i can't think of right now, knocked his two front teeth loose. now, if it were my kids, i put ice on them, and lay them down - maybe give them some tylenol or something for the pain, and take them to the dentist come monday or tuesday. Well, this is not our kid and he's in a system of some sorts. So i call his case worker and, after explaining the situation to him, asked him, "what do i need to do?" to which, in good form and articulation, calmly said, "i don't know." we ended up taking him to urgent care and he's got a dentist appt next week. not even 24hrs after getting our foster kid, we knock his front teeth loose........oh well. he's happy now.

So, i'm getting a bar today for my garage - it's home-made 8'x3' gargantuan.....thing. it even comes complete with the brass footrests. i'm pretty excited about it. now i need to find a fridge so i can put a keg in it, then run a tap to the bar. i'm excited about that!

on that note, i hope everyone is well. i'm out for now.