Suck it bitches.

[ Thanks to Morné for this hilarious photo! ]
Well, another weekend has come and gone. It’s really been a good one, but I’m sad to see Halloween just two days away. Halloween is my favorite holiday, and once again it feels like time has slipped past me.
To make up for it, Rodney and I have been watching a lot of horror films/thrillers to get in the Halloween spirit. We love scary movies. Features included Hide and Seek, Halloween H20, Dexter, 100 Scariest Moments (something like that), Dracula, Frankenstein, Wolf Man, and surely there are some others that I’ve left out. All of this murder and mayhem inspired some pretty vivid nightmares for me last night. As I’ve noted in some of my previous posts, my dreams can be pretty gruesome.
I don’t recall much of it, but last night I had some dream about the killer from the Saw movies. He was trying to kill me, but I ended up killing him. That’s the cool thing about my nightmares– I’m never the victim. If I were in a horror film, I really think I’d be the survivor.
I’m sure the film fest will conclude with Halloween and Psycho. Halloween the movie is a yearly ritual for both Rodney and me. As for Psycho, that’s my favorite, and Rodney saw it for the first time last Halloween. He’s now a huge fan and agreed that Psycho will be our true Halloween tradition.
I also carved a pumpkin tonight, another one of our traditions. Rodney likes to sit with me and sometimes the kids (i.e. dog and cats) join in too. After that, I baked the pumpkin seeds and seasoned them with garlic, butter, salt and pepper. The whole thing made Rodney gag, but they are really good and very crunchy.
We also made caramel apples, rolled in peanut butter cookie crumbs and two types of chocolate. That doesn’t even include all the candy we’ve been eating. I hope there will be some left for the trick-or-treaters!
That’s been my weekend. I know, probably not very interesting to other people, but it’s been fun for us.
This is a topic I’m really surprised to be talking about on my blog. A year ago, I would not have even considered this discussion.
At some point in my life, I made the decision that I am not going to smoke marijuana, ever. I weighed the facts and decided that I felt drugs are “wrong” (whatever “wrong” means) and that I do not care to have anything to do with them.
But thanks to blogging, I have become increasingly aware of drug use [specifically marijuana] among my new-found friends. I used to stop socializing with people who use drugs.
Over time, I have come to respect people for who they are. I have moved past the drug thing and seen how amazing and intelligent these people are. It wouldn’t be fair to dismiss a human being simply for smoking pot. There is so much more to a person than just that.
This has led me to question exactly where I stand on this. Do I agree with smoking pot? No, I don’t. That’s how it fits into my life personally. I don’t like it, I won’t be around it, and that’s just how I feel.
But should pot be legalized? Hmmm… that one has stumped me. I’m starting to lean towards “yes”. Just because I don’t like something, that doesn’t mean it should be illegal. What works for me might not work for others, and it isn’t fair to expect everyone to believe what I believe.
I’m trying to adopt the “live and let live” motto more often. If people aren’t hurting themselves, or hurting other people, then why should they not be allowed to do it? You won’t see me sporting a marijuana leaf T-shirt anytime soon, but I’m trying to separate how I feel internally from what I believe should be legal or illegal.
That’s growth, baby. 
Do you believe in ghosts?
I do. I’m a person who believes there are things in this world that cannot be explained with science. I do believe in an afterlife, although I don’t have any strong or solid opinions about exactly what happens.
One thing that is commonly reported is a feeling of coldness when a ghost is near. I had never experienced this until a few months ago. I was walking Petey down the sidewalk of our street. There is a vacant lot at the very end of the sidewalk. We usually walk from our house to that lot, then turn around and come back.
It was nighttime, and the air was hot and muggy. I was right at the vacant lot and walked through a certain spot on the sidewalk that felt ice cold. I kept walking and the air was hot again.
I thought this was odd, so I turned around and walked through again. In one spot, everything felt cold. I tried going back and forth, and it was hot on each side. But in this one spot, it was consistently cold.
I looked around for some sort of air flow, but there was nothing there to cause the coldness. It was the weirdest thing. I immediately wondered if there was a ghost there, but didn’t really know what else to do. Rodney was asleep, and I didn’t feel like waking him to have him come down and see if he felt it. So I just went home.
I recently had this conversation with my friend Rey, who used to be a ghost hunter. He thinks it sounds possible that there was a ghost there. I’ve never felt the coldness again though. I guess I’m 70% certain about it. There just isn’t a lot to go on.
I would be curious to know what the history of the land is. The neighborhood is very new, and most of the houses were just built in the last 2 years. I would like to find out what happened on the land before the neighborhood. Was the road always there? Was there an accident of some sort?
It’s worth noting that Murfreesboro, TN is considered to be very haunted. During the Battle of Stones River, over 23,000 people died there. It was the bloodiest battle of the Civil War. I once wondered if they had died on the land where we live. But after doing some research, I found that the battle took place on a different side of town.
Anyway, that’s my ghostly experience. Not too amazing, but it has made me wonder about what lurks on the land.
I found a very interesting website that tries to guess your gender based on the words you choose. The results are mixed, and the website itself states that it is usually only accurate 60-70% of the time. Still, it’s fun to try.
I tried pasting several of my blog posts into the analyzer. In most cases, it guessed me as Male on an Informal level. That means when I am casually talking to you, I will choose words that a man would usually use.
However, on a Formal level, it had a very hard time figuring out my gender. I took several years of business classes and learned that I have a very gender neutral business style. If I were writing you about a job, for instance, I would write you a formal letter and I would be as professional as possible, without leaning towards either gender. You might have a hard time guessing my sex if I didn’t attach my name.
Try it out for yourself. You can copy over a blog post (at least 300 words recommended) or you can just type something in the box (again, 300 words or more).
This is the best Halloween costume ever.
Okay, not really, but it made me laugh out loud. This guy deserves an award for agreeing to pose for this photoshoot. If you want to see a man dressed as the devil with a buttplug tail, check it out after the jump.
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My parents came down this past weekend, and we had a great time. I have several stories to tell, so let’s start with the Shit Mobile.
We went to Lynchburg, TN where the Jack Daniels Distillery is. On the way back we ended up behind a trailer with cows in it. The smell was awful. Ack.
Once we were back at the house, I took Petey on a walk down the street. While coming back, I noticed this foul smell. “Damn Petey, that’s some stinky gas” I said. (Yes, I talk to my dog.)
Throughout the rest of the evening, we all got a small whiff of some shit smell at random. We’d all make a comment about it, like “Wow that manure smell really sticks with you.”
After going out for dinner, I stopped in the parking lot and looked at the car. “Hey! The car is covered in cow shit!” I said.
Sure enough, a light glaze of shit was coating the front of the car, and also in the tires and under the car. That’s what I had smelled down the street from our house! Everywhere we had been, people must have smelled the car. It was strong and it carried for blocks, if not miles!
Like I said, it was a light glaze. You wouldn’t notice it if you just glanced at the car. But it sure was covered. So we all laughed and laughed as we drove along, thinking about how many people had smelled the car.
More stories to follow.
After months of debating it, NBC has made the decision to remove the crucifixion scene from Madonna’s concert special in November. Religious conservatives got their panties all twisted, and NBC gave in to the pressure.
There are many TV shows that push the envelope with gory dead bodies. I’m always amazed that conservative groups haven’t complained. But you put a woman on a cross and everyone goes apeshit? That just doesn’t make sense.
Furthermore, does NBC really think religious groups are going to be watching the concert anyway? Why should they cater to a group that has no interest in Madonna to begin with? People who are fans of Madonna are not offended by the crucifixion, they understand why she did it and why it is part of the show. These are the people NBC should be catering to. These are the people who will be watching.
It’s funny… I identify myself as Catholic, and I’m not even offended by it. Stupid conservatives.
I believe that we should try to learn something new every day. That is why I am going to be so generous and pass on my wisdom to you, dear readers.
A “soggy biscuit” is when a group of guys put a biscuit out and stand around it in a circle. They all jack off together and cum on the biscuit. The last guy to cum has to eat the biscuit as punishment. (YUCK!)
It is most common in British schools, especially all-boy ones, but the roots of the term actually date back to Australia in the 1960’s.
But wait… it gets better! There is an online website, which requires you to register with an e-mail address. Once you register, you play against other guys online.
Don’t worry, it doesn’t actually require you to masturbate. You just hit a buzzer as quickly as possible. I won First Place. I’m so proud.
There is also a reverse version, where you have to last the longest. Whoever hits the buzzer last wins.
If you want to play, I highly recommend using an e-mail address that you don’t care about. I can tell this site probably does a lot of spam, and watch out for the banner ads.
[Thank you Wikipedia.]
Okay, it’s time to play everyone’s favorite game: Name That Pug!
My friend James and his partner Garrett have just adopted a little Pug. He is just 4 weeks old in this photo. Isn’t he cute?
This little guy doesn’t have a name yet, and they need some suggestions. These are their ideas so far, but remember they are open to new ones:
- Bob
- Vince
- Dwight
It’s also worth noting that they have another Pug named Butters. I don’t know if Butters’ name will influence your suggestions, so I wanted to note that.
Leave your ideas in the Comments.