Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Marraige: Same Sex or Otherwise

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Sooo disappointed in North Carolina right now. How do people defend that vote as anything other than discrimination. It really is disappointing.

In my logical head I see this as a non-issue, only a non-issue in the sense that ten years down the line I don’t think it will be an issue. It will be a norm accepted everywhere. But right I just feel sad and disappointed.

Sam and I were talking about it and I think that marriage should be stuck from legal speak everywhere. If the defenders are saying marriage is a sacred institution that God (with a capital G) needs defended and defined as between a Man and Woman, then it shouldn’t be a term the government uses.

Let every couple be defined as a civil union. Instead of letting both Man and Woman and Same Sex couples be defined as civil unions, not marriages in the governments eyes and terminology. Let bigots and honest god fearing religious conservatives that want to keep the rights they enjoy from other people different from them (a very religiously and Jesus like thing to do I sure) be brought down to the civil union status. They can keep marriage as a non-legal word that carries no weight in court, with regard to benefits, and in the eyes of any elected or governmental person or institution. It’s theirs, but has no legal weight at all.

There you go. No more conflict. Go to your priest, pastor, cleric, imam, prophet, or whatever religious leader you want declare you married, and then go down to city hall or whatever governmental institution and get your Civil Union license. Bam.

On your taxes it says Civil Union, not married. During the census, Civil Union. For everyone.

How great would that be? All those couples that voted against Same Sex Marriage, no problem, the government does’t recognize your marriage either, but your civil union, you got it. No more bitching. Not taking away any rights, just changing terminology. They do it with taxes all the time.

Just my two cents.

Story-Time

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After going to see William Shatner with Sam on Saturday, and loving it, I decided to start writing some blog posts just based off of old stories. All Shatner did was great, funny, meaningful (to him) stories from his life. And I thought, “I do that all the time.” So why not write some down. I’ve often found when comparing memories and stories with friends that I seem to remember more than they do.

Sooooo, lets start with a short tale. More of a facet of a day. Random happening.

I helped my friends Jason and Danei (and baby Harvey) move this weekend. While helping them move I was also texting Pat about completely different things.

But the fact that both moving and Pat were on my mind brought back a story from sophomore year of college. I had shown up at college a week early for cross-country and freshman orientation (I was helping out with it, along with our friend Matt). I had my room all set up and moved in. I spent a majority of the time not at practice hanging out in Matt’s dorm room, what we would affectionately call “The Quad” because it was one of the few four person dorm rooms on campus (if not the only one at that time). Matt also was the friend with the dominate video game system of the time…. the original Playstation.

Matt also had a small water warmer that made cooking up Ramen extremely easy. So one afternoon, despite Matt not being there I still was in the dorm room playing Playstation and eating some ramen. Pat shows up with his father to move all his crap in, he’s one of the roommates in the Quad. Now at the time Pat and I were friends, but not the great friends we are now. That’s another story, and involves fighting. No, at this point we were just ok friends.

So Pat comes in and sets his bag down. We say our hi’s but I don’t remotely move off the couch. In fact the whole time Pat is moving his crap into the dorm, which is on the fourth floor, and there isn’t an elevator, I stay seated on the couch playing video games and eating my Ramen. He doesn’t say anything to me during the move (or if he does I’m not paying attention).

No, the only words I hear out of Pat’s mouth after he’s moved all his stuff in is “I will never, ever help you move.” I do believe there were some swear words, probably just calling me an ass. Pat is fond of calling me an ass, so yeah, that was probably part of it. I don’t know if he was pissed, or just upon reflecting that I didn’t move to help him he was annoyed. But whatever.

To this day Pat hasn’t ever helped me move. But that’s fine too, I don’t think he was around for anytime I had to move.

Its nice to know he’s still sticking to his word.

50 miles

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I biked 50 miles yesterday. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I didn’t prepare for it or anything, just went out for what I planned on being a 20 mile ride, then 30 mile ride, then 40 and finally 50. Being that I hadn’t eaten at all that day (except for a handful of Reese’s Pieces) it was probably not the smartest right to take.

It was also a solid 3 hour and 20 some odd minutes of biking. I really half-assed it on the way back, but I didn’t stop at all (except for red lights) and even made it up what I dubbed the “Stuper-hill) at mile 44. I hadn’t really thought about it before hand, but the last 15 miles of the ride take me from a place called Valley View to my apartment up near the lake. All slight uphill. That is a stupid way to end a bike ride.

The only muscles that got tired enough to actually quiver and then knot up were my inner thighs. Mostly on my right leg, first at mile 40, then 42, then 44 (on the hill, where left inner thigh joined right inner thigh in its knotting up), and then miles 46 – 48.

After mile 50 I stopped at Liquid Planet for a smoothie (Orange Creamsicle, oranges and other such fruit and yogurt) coast around the block home and carried my bike up the three floors. I made a hot bath to relax my muscles and actually got out of the tub feeling pretty good, just tired.

My goal for this break is to bike 200 miles. With the 50 mile venture yesterday I’ve made solid dent in the miles I have to right. I feel pretty good with the 87 minutes for the first 25. I need to just make the last 25 more steadily paced.

Map of my ride

Odd

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It may be a little odd, but I occasionally have whole conversations with my cats. Not just the cats though, also with Sam’s Guinea Pigs. They also swear a lot in these conversations. At me.

Like I said. Odd.

Anyways, so tonight when I get out of the shower Oscar is standing on the sink looking at me like he usually does. Since he got worse a few weeks ago he has been more and more cuddly and much more of a follower (he’s always around). When I shower he usually stands on the sink and stares at me through the shower curtain.

When I get out and stare in the eyes this whole conversation plays out. Not in my head mind you, rather out loud with me giving both voices.

Me: Glad you are sticking around Oscar.

Oscar: I’m still sick.

Me: You’re doing better though. That’s cause you’re a Charpentier.

Oscar: I’ve only been a Charpentier for a few years though.

Me: Doesn’t matter. We ignore pain and sickness through stubbornness and will power. The Vet gave you a week and its been almost three and you’re still kicking. In fact you are the best you’ve been in a month.

Oscar: You know it doesn’t mean that I’m alright.

Me: Well duh. Charpentier’s may ignore pain and injuries and sickness up until death or falling over from exhaustion, but we’re not stupid.

Oscar: Sounds stupid when you put it like that.

Me: OSCAR. Its ok, I still love you.

Oscar: Love you too. Now give me some food you bastard.

I realize

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I realize there have to be worse ways to wake up but…..

a cat throwing up loudly at the end of your bed has to be near the top of the list. The sounds are bad enough, however when added with the horrifying accompanying scents it’s nauseating.

To double-down on the “you’ll not get back to sleep after this” Angelo then followed up the vomiting with crapping in the other room…. not in the litter. In case you’re wondering, yes, you can hear Angelo shitting, it is like a loud, messy, wet popping now that happens several time in sequence. Oh yeah…. that smells too.

I realize he’s old, and eating lots of wet cat food of differing varieties and healthiness because we are trying to keep Oscar eating by buying whatever food tastes good, but if he never does this again I’ll be a happy man.

But I’m not kidding myself.

Sigh.