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Nothing much to report. I'm banking up on FOREX, watching C play some video game where pinatas get sick or something. 

I haven't watched the debates yet. I've heard a lot about them, and I heard all the inevitable dissections on NPR in the morning. I'm almost tempted not to watch them. Because, you know, the candidates will be really upset that some chubby Insurance company employee from EP who doesn't plan to vote anyway didn't listen to them try and snipe each other publicly. Yawn.

I have nothing important or relevant to say that you couldn't read somewhere else at this point. I'm going to bed.

Blisters on me feets.

We spent four hours traipsing around six flags last night. It was a lot of fun. And then we rode the new Superman coaster. And got stuck. In case you're unfamiliar with the setup: it is a hanging coaster, but not like the batman ride. You are in a sitting position, but the seats are lifted and angled to fly you through the coaster in a position parallel to the ground. It's the most fun I've had strapped to a chair for 20 seconds in a long time. Then we got stuck. We spent ten times as long hanging from the tracks facing a metal retaining grate as we did on the ride. 'Twas fun though. 

I missed the debate because I was too busy getting my balls injured on the Scorcher. Fuck that ride. I heard the debate was a bit of a cat fight. I'm gonna watch it tonight. Please don't ruin it for me.

Apparently the salad dressing guy died. And apparently he was an actor, too! Who knew?

I'm getting a bit of a jones for FOREX. I'm sure this will change once I activate my live account, but for now I've got about three weeks left on my fake account, and I'm getting better every day. Haven't figured out a good long trade strategy yet, but I'm not doing so bad on short trades. Anyone wanna go in with me? 

I hate to admit it but the six flags trip fucked up my back something good last night, so I'm pretty much laid out today. The result of this has been for me to spend the day on the couch watching a lot of TV because this just HAS to be the one day of the week the fucking markets are closed. Anyway, I've been seeing this new Acura commecial during every break that starts with a bullet being fired through the bottom of a glass bottle. It's a gorgeous and graceful image, but I think it's odd that a luxury car maker would want their brand to be associated with gunfire. I guess we're all getting a little desensitized. 

Tired.

It has been a very hectic day around here. Here being my brain and central nervous system. And maybe my limbic system. I have no idea what that means, but it's fun to say. Limbic system. Heh.

- Apparently the house of Morgan is taking over my bank account. Those fuckers have turned me down for credit lines four or five times, and now they have to deal with my fat ass anyway!  Ha! I'm pretty sure this means my awesome interest rate is going out the window though. 

- FOREX was brutal today. Every position I took lost money. I'm still sitting on a few trades hoping they bounce sometime tonight. I was trying to keep up with them, but the platform is being all buggy. 

- Work was the boo. I got every cranky redneck the Midwest could throw at me today. I also realized that I tense up every time the whisper on my line announces an Oklahoma caller. Even the agents out there are mean and stupid. I don't know why this is. I'll just chalk it up to boredom.

- I was really worried that McCain's power play was going to trip up Obama's campaign. But it didn't. And here's why:

Enjoy!

If only it were real money.

So I got myself a practice FOREX account last night, and so far I've made about $500. Too bad it's fake money. Real time market info, though. Maybe I won't completly lose my shirt at this.

WISH ME LUCK!

Say it ain't so!

Update: Here is the link to the GPB newsbite about this. I guess we can call this one verified.

I read on some Chattanooga newsie site that Atlanta DOT is going to start charging for use of the HOV lane. Is this true? Can anyone verify this for me? I drive from East Point all the way up to Dunwoody to get to work, and C has even further to go. That special little lane is the only thing that keeps our daily commute at just under four hours. Seriously. Besides, why would they penalize those of us doing the right thing? Why not tax those fuckers in their giant SUVs? Why not tax the 5'4" 87 lb. interior designer driving to work in a goddamned suburban?

This city, man. She's beautiful, she's fun, she's always down for a good time, but man, she has some of the dumbest, meanest, ugliest little cells in control of her every move.

It is so frustrating to know what this city could be, if it weren't at the behest of a redneck legislative body. The blue bubble that is Atlanta has helped put the American south on the map economically and culturally for years. The whole state (and to some extent, the whole region) has prospered because the A has flourished. And what do we get from the state legislature? MARTA funding cut by millions because OTP north Cobb is xenophobic and still whiter than wonderbread. Grady hospital, the best trauma center in the entire southeast on the verge of bankruptcy because state representatives whose closest constituents live in MACON don't want to spend ATLANTA tax dollars on a hospital that helps homeless crack addicts.

At least we'll always have hip-hop.....

My lap is hot.

I feel kind of sick. We were supposed to go to a little fair tonight out at venture mall, but apparently they shut down sometime this week. That sucked. So instead we went to C's favorite little sushi restaurant, LGG yelled the whole time and kept trying to eat the chopsticks, and the water tasted a little like urine. Now we're home and C has been sucked into Viva Pinata. I have BT to thank for this. I may as well be a single father these days. As long as it keeps her happy though I won't really bitch too much. It gives me some time to be all self indulgent and write here. It gives me time to pretend anyone actually reads these things. 

So apparently I have sporadic tissue inflammation in my back. I've taken pain killers, cortisteroids, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. The only thing that's worked so far? Whisky. So who wants to contribute to the "Let's buy WG two bottles of Ezra Brooks a week and worry about his liver later!" fund? I'll have a pay pal link up here shortly.

In totally unrelated news, I don't think I'm gonna vote this year. This shit is getting to be too much for even my cynical ass to handle. 

Politics, man.....

It's all a fucking circus. We're the most incredibly informed society the world has ever known, but we care more about tabloid events than campaign issues. It seems like no one even wants to be exposed to differing opinions any more. The MSM is constantly derided as "elite" and "liberal", which is probably true, but more importantly they are "mindless" as a whole. Demographic research shows CNN that they need to provide round-the-clock coverage of hurricane Ike, even if that means calling some random single mom who forced her 8 year old child to cry through the night on Galveston Island through the damn storm, and then praise her for her bravery. WHAT!? Praise!? She should be condemned for risking her child's life, not praised. There is no reason I can think of why a single parent wage slave should have stayed there. Was she worried the sea gulls were going to come and steal her chikn biscuits and miracle whip? Close to 50 people were killed that same day in coordinated bombings in Iraq, but that story barely got a lead on the CNN.com website, much less an actual story on the channel(s). And God only knows whats going on in Afghanistan right now. I hear stories on the news about how the violence there is worse now than it was during the initial invasion, which seems like a big deal to me, BUT I CAN'T GET ANY INFORMATION ABOUT IT! I have to trudge through obscure international news feeds to find out anything that's going on over there. That's a little ridiculous to me. 

Oh, and the manufactured outrage flying around right now? Seriously? Apparently Palin's crotch means she's beyond rebuke because anyone who says something critical of the "VPilf" is derided as sexist. I can't stand this shit much longer.

I'm burning my voter registration card. None of this shit matters. Who is with me?

Verboten!

The following is a list of words and phrases that will generate random, fierce, very violent reactions when used around me from this point forward:

Hockey Mom: No such thing. It's too damn cold in Alaska to play soccer, so I understand why this is the next step, but when you factor in the demands of a political career, a secessionist husband (look it up) who spends two thirds of the year on an oil rig and a fishing boat, a mewling brood of offspring, including one with special needs, and the fact that the family spent most of the last decade living in a town with a population of less than 7,000 (again, look it up), I simply refuse to believe that she gave a flying fuck about her children's sporting endeavors.

Maverick: This is a serious one. Nobody who has been in politics and affiliated with a party for more than one term can claim to be a maverick. Nobody. Period.

Change: Of course this is a change election. But it's not going to happen. We need term limits on every publicly held position in our entire government, at every level. We need a complete removal of money (somehow) from the system. We need a congress with integrity and grit. And Balls. Lots and lots of Balls. None of these things will come to pass in my lifetime, and most likely not in my son's lifetime. Let me put it another way: There is NO change I can believe in.

Reaching across the Aisle: Aside from those wackjobs from OK and SD, every member of congress has reached across the aisle and worked with the other side. This happens every day in congress. Every. Day. It's only in cases of the most divisive legislation, like introducing the articles of impeachment against Cheney, or sponsoring a bill that would amend the constitution to ban gay marriage, that the elusive "reach" becomes a big deal, because those are always the pieces of legislation used as trumpets to rally the base around. It's pathetic that so many voters in this country are naive enough to fall for this crap, from both sides. No one cares about a successful reach across the aisle to procure some funds for seasonal road paint strip testing in the Catskills.

I can't go on anymore. It's taken me all damn day just to get this far.