my new workblog is located at www.georgeward.net
most posts are about work… and or religion
oddly my top inbound search terms are still ‘young sex’ ‘lolita’ and ‘morgan webb topless’

go figure

also it makes me sad that both senators from South Carolina are voting against the restoration of Habeas Corpus

http://restore-habeas.org/whip/total.php

Me: look hun I brought groceries!

Her: you actually went to the store? What did you get?

Me: tang, and oreos, and sausage, a ‘hills have eyes 2’ poster, some pistachios and a Superman sippy cup!

Her: you went to the store for food and brought back a sippy cup?

Me: not just any sippy cup…. A sippy cup OF STEEL!!!!

Her: *sigh*

Me: do not sigh at the sippy cup of steel, you will anger it!

Her: how much was it?

Me: six bucks… and yet for that price it is indestructible… ill prove it to you…
*throws sippy cup of steel at coffee table*
*crack*

Her: indestructible eh?…

Me: AMAZING! your coffee table must be made of kryptonite!

Her: ugh…

Me: kryptonite coffee table… ebay here I come.

Yesterday Steven broke up with his girlfriend of 4 years. He asked me how I was able to deal with losing Jonquil.

I told him to remember the good times.

He asked me about the girls I have loved.

I told him there were two, Laura and Jonquil.

I told him you never stop loving someone; you just learn how to live your life without them.

I remember Laura’s cousin was very excited when Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 came out, he would rant and rave about how much he wanted to play it, so one day as a surprise I bought it and brought my Ps2 over so that we all could play together. Laura made a custom skater named kyd. I told him that anytime I began to miss Laura…. I would pop in Tony Hawk and play as Kyd.

That’s how you know a gamer loves you, he keeps your save games. 

He asked, “What are your top 10 modern corny pop songs about love”?

#1 Donna Lewis – I love you always forever

#2 Bill Medley and Jennifer Warner – the time of my life

#3 Pm Dawn – I’d die without you

#4 Amy Grant – Every heartbeat

#5 Shanice – I love your smile

#6 Debbie Gibson – Lost in your eyes

#8 All 4 One – I can love you like that

#9 Lisa Lisa and the cult jam – Head to toe

#10 Beach Boys and Fat Boys – Wipeout

Steven: Wait….what….Wipeout?

Me: Screw you man…. I love that song.

Steven: what about breaking up…

Top 10 corny songs about breaking up

#1 Boyz II Men – it’s so hard to say goodbye

#2 Boyz II Men – End of the road

#3 Guns n roses – November Rain

#4 Natalie Cole – Miss you like crazy

#5 Roxette – It must have been love
#6 Sinead O’Conner – Nothing compares to you

#7 Mr. Big – Just take my heart

#8 Tpau – heart and soul

#9 I can’t think of anymore… yet ‘Respect yourself’ by Bruce Willis is a good example of loss…. Loss of Lt. McClane’s mind that is…

Breaking up is harder if you are a lover of music, because you find when you leave someone you love, you also leave the music that tied you together.

5 songs I no longer listen to:

The perfect drug – Nine inch nails:
that was April and my song… its childish… but we were children… so screw you.

Sic – slipknot

Krystal and I were making love one day and the video for this song came on Mtv… we both stopped to watch…

Remember to breath – Dashboard Confessional

It reminds me of Laura… no real reason, it just does

Radio – Rancid

Keri used to quote it to me allot…. “never fell in love, till I fell in love with you.” Blah blah…

Inomoratta – Dean Martin

I always felt about Jonquil, that way Dino feels to whomever he is singing this to

Steven: so I should just throw away my music? Then what?

Me: find a deeper meaning in country?

“Hold on I want to explain this properly. I thought that we were bound by one simple cord, our relationship, and if I cut it, then that would be that. So I cut it, but that wasn’t that. There wasn’t just one cord, there were hundreds, thousands, everywhere I turned. Jo going quiet when I said we’d split up, and me feeling funny on your birthday, me feeling funny… not during sex with ray, but afterwards, and I felt sick when I played a tape that you’d made me, and I kept wondering how you were and… oh, millions of things. And then you were less upset than I thought you would be, and it made it harder… and then on the day of the funeral… it was me that wanted you there, not my mom. I mean, she was quite pleased I think, but it never occurred to me to ask Ray, and that’s when I felt tired. I wasn’t prepared to do all that work. It wasn’t worth it, just to be shot of you. You know I’m not very good at that sloshy stuff.”

You here that? She’s not very good at sloshy stuff? That, to me, is a problem as it would be to any man who had heard Dusty Springfield singing “The Look of Love” at an impressionable age. That is what I thought it was going to be like when I was married or settled, or whatever. I thought there was going to be this sexy woman with a sexy voice and all this sexy eye makeup whose devotion shone to me from every pore. And there is such a thing as the look of love-Dusty didn’t lead us up the garden path entirely- it’s just that the look of love isn’t what I expected it to be. it’s not huge eyes almost bursting with longing, situated somewhere in the middle of a double bed with the covers pulled down invitingly; its just as likely to be the look of benevolent indulgence that a mother gives a toddler, or a look of amused exasperation, even a look of pained concern. But the Dusty Springfield look of love? Forget it.

As mythical as the exotic underwear.

Women get it wrong when they complain about the media’s image of women. Men understand that not everyone has Bardot’s breasts, or Jamie Lee Curtis’s neck, or Cindy Crawford’s bottom, and we don’t mind at all. Obviously we would take Kim Basinger over Phyllis Diller, just as women would take Keanu Reeves over Sgt. Bilko, its not just the body that’s important, it’s the level of abasement. We worked out very quickly that the Bond girls were out of our league, but the realization that women don’t ever look at us the way Ursula Andrews looked at Sean Connery, or even the way Dorris Day looked at Rock Hudson, was much slower for most of us. In my case I’m not at all sure it ever did.

… It’s much harder to get used to the idea that my little-boy notion of romance, of negligees, and candlelit dinners at home, and long smoldering glances, had no basis in reality at all. That’s what women ought to get steamed up about; that’s why we can’t function properly in a relationship. It’s not the cellulite or the crows feet. It’s the… the… the…