Sweet.

Get your very own boarding pass for Pacific Air Flight 121. This is the same flight Sam Jackson is on beating the piss out of snakes.

Snakes on Plane, it is getting sooooo close!

Is the internet there?

Color blindness, or color vision deficiency, in humans is the inability to perceive differences between some or all colors that other people can distinguish...Color blindness is usually classed as a disability.

- wikipedia.org

For almost the last two and a half decades I have witnessed, first hand, one of the most vicious, most devastating diseases mankind has ever laid its eyes on. For the last 24 years, 8 months, and 14 days I have been living in shame, embarrassment,and angry pain. Since I was conceived on a cold night in the second month of the One-thousandth nine-hundredth and eighty-first year, I have been color blind!

It was not, IT has not been a easy road for this color blind, finally-comfortable-with-himself, man. I have looked hatred in the eye, yet I do not know what color hatred is. I have looked physical pain in the eye, yet I do not know what color physical pain is.

As a young child I said, "Momma, what color is that balloon?" She replied, "Blue." I said, "Momma, I don't see blue, fore, I have never seen the color blue. I don't see any colors." With water trickling from my dark-brown, swelling eyes I turned to look at my mothers face. But she was no longer next to me. She was running, running away from me. In the distance, I heard her yell, "Freak!"

The purpose of this entry is to show that the majority CBP (color blind people) are NOT a bunch of bed wedding, knife wielding, serial killing, puppy eating freaks. We CAN grow to love and be loved. We can be part of a community. We can find a stable job. We can even stop wetting the bed, with enough patience, practice, and fear.

Please, do your part. Please send donations to the CBPofAmerica. You can send me the loot, er, donation and I will pocket forward the donation.

Video of a trash can attacking a woman.

If you listen you can here the horrible people in the background laughing.
Nothing is...funny...about...it...at..all...really...I...am...serious.

I'm pissed. I was prepared to provide a video tour of my new place, but I cannot find the firewire hook for my camera to my computer. I was already to edit it and what not. Oh, man. This sucks.

Anyway, Meliss, my fiancee is down the shore till tomorrow -- she has been there since Friday -- so, I got to spend the weekend by myself in my new, own, in which I own, house. This is the first time in 24 years that I have been alone in my own house.

I'm going to keep it real -- well,that's how I roll -- for me, it is a bit surreal owning my own place. I am taking out the trash, cleaning up after myself, emptying the dishwasher, watering the flowers, flushing the toilet, without anybody telling me to do so. I even turn out the lights when I leave a room; mostly because I fear the electric bill.

I do not feel old, I do not look old, I do not smell old, but I am growing up. Weird, I know. Onethings for sure I still have a good amount of time before we, Melissa and me, mumble the word K-I-D-S. Keep them away, please. It is crazy though, when my mom was my age she already had a four year-old -- me. NO F'IN WAY. I'm not retarded or anything, but right now at this place and time I could not raise a child, at all. I'm still way too selfish, the smell of poop makes me want to vomit, and I hate waking up in the middle of the night to pee, let alone waking up to burp a baby? Forget that, I would flush the baby down the toilet. Not really...I guess.

If I can't get the video up, I'll post up some pictures.

Until next time...keep your underwear under, and your knee-highs knee.

ps
how do you like the new look? Touch the buttons, they move...things.