In a galaxy far far away...

So, a bunch of us went to see Star Wars last night. First off, can't believe the movie theater wasn't packed. I won't mention where we saw it so I can keep this secret location a secret.

Gotta say, George Lucas had his hands tied tried to make all the stories finally come full circle. Definitely a must see. But I gotta say, damn that Obi, a fool me thinks he is.

Ok, so thats outta my system. I begin my finals tomorrow morning - yes, a saturday morning at zero-so-early in the morning, joy. But, soon the finals will be over and the summer session will begin where basically I don't see the light of day, now let's all sit around in a circle singing kumbahyah to that!! *sigh* the end is near, as I can somewhat see that the light at the end of the tunnel of this educational rollercoaster is no longer a fable but a mere test of time. The test is if one can bear to be in an educational environment and for how long.

I think post secondary education is kind of a fraud... There is this misconception as to the enlightenment to be obtained. Like myself, most folks feel they will be a better person, a more educated, more versed person. LIES LIES LIES!!~! All you get is more useless knowledge and a stronger wanting to live like the "old man and sea", alone and without the hassles of meetings, conference calls, deadlines, follow-ups, and everything else that exhibits how trite and meaningless a life can be as a drone in a mirage of a success and happiness.

Ok, I've gone a tirade long enough about the whoas of my life...

On a lighter note, Chester is an absolute beast!!! he single-pawedly destroyed a Capri-Sun box today. And has forced me to invest in stock with Johnson & Johnson as a direct result of his tireless efforts to draw blood from every toe on my foot starting with my pinky toe... Chester why the pinky toe?!?! So yeah, I now have an official box compactor. Its about 13lbs and 6inches from the ground. I am a beast, I am Chester, hear me roar- ruff!

A somewhat sigh of relief...

So took Zorro to the vet yesterday. He just hasn't been himself as of late. So he's on meds and hopefully he'll be his normal querky self again... hoping around like the little white bunny that he is.

Chester seems to be making himself more comfortable. He's still a menace biting everything he can get his little teeth on. It seems as though he has claimed the kitchen to be his, and anyone that enters upon his domain is subject to a "toe-tax", as he will bite the crap out of any toe within reach.

More to come...

Side note and inside joke...

I’m a heathen, I’m a drunk, and I’m the neighborhood punk
I drink, I smoke, and I do a lot of coke.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

I get real loud, I even get real happy.
You get out of line… and I’m gonna smack you slappy.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

I don’t have a lot of education,
I don’t have a lot of cash,
But I don’t have to pay to get some ass.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

My name is Arthur…wait, I just noticed, and I must say, I’m pretty damn good-looking
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

Been a while...

So let's recap the last couple days... hmmmmm. I'm still working on re-aligning my life towards a direction of less stress while receiving the maximum income possible, all the while doing the least amount of work possible. Its not that bad, I've decided to become a poet in my new found spare time.

There has been a significant addition to the homestead... his name is Chester - our new bulldog puppy (pictures to follow). Zorro seems to love the little guy, they play and frolic as if they were from the same litter. Which I must say is a nice change of thing compared to him running down and attacking the "former dog that shall remain unnamed".

Cin... who I never thought to a big bulldog fan seems to really like him along with the rest of the family. I've received many offers to place Chester in their care. For some reason they think that there's a snowballs chance in hell that he's leaving our warm and bulldog accommodating abode. So to those that want to take my puppy...FAT CHANCE SLAPPY!!!~!! HE AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE!!~!

So, the other day I worked a 1/2 day. I went home and took Z to the dog park. We were the only ones there. Soon after though a couple with their pit bull decided to enter the park. Of course due to caution and the past instances, I asked if the dog was friendly or aggressive. I don't have a problem leaving the dog park, as I am not the owner of it nor do I act/demand that it is (whole other story). At first the pit seemed okay, doing his own thing. Unfortunately, this did not last long. He attempted to establish he was the alpha-dog there. Now, this dog is 14months and roughly 70lbs. Z is 7 yrs old and 40lbs. Grossly mismatched. Z growled and the owner lifted his dog by the studded harness he seems is necessary for his pooch. Z being the strategic mastermind that he is, exploited its weakness and attached himself at its throat.

So now I had a situation, I removed Z from the situation, but the pit retalliated and bit down onto Z's ear. Now, as all pits will do, he bit down and did not let go. I stated to his owner that it would be in the best interest of the pit for him to remove his pooch or that I would. He accommodated this suggestion rather quickly.

I cannot be too upset with this guy as his dog may not have survived the wrath of Zorro. As they were walking away his dog seemed to have some difficulty walking as blood dripped from its neck. Oh well. Not that I condone my dog attacking and/or hurting another dog. But I am tired of hearing stories about pit bulls and their owners swearing they aren't aggressive, and then mauling if not killing other dogs and/or their owners. I am a strong believer that the dog is a product of the owners raising habits. Unfortunately, most people that invest in pit bulls are ignorant people to begin with. Now, let's be clear here. I'm not say "all pit owners, nor am I say all pits" I'm simply saying in the NYC metro area most people with pitbulls are uneducated ghetto rats. We all know the stereotype that I am speaking of. Those that make their dogs walk on a 3 foot chain that could be used to haul an M1 Sherman tank. They have studded collars or better yet, they have the same type of chain as fore mentioned around the dogs collar. They prefer the image of having this kick ass dog to be able to kill anything. Sorry folks, but I hope one day, when Spike gets a little testy and I'm sure he will, he latches down on your adam's apple and crushes it ever-so-slowly as you lose consciousness due to the asphixiation of your once self thought to be "champ".

*sigh* I digress...

So let's move onto yesterday. It was the ole' mans birthday so the fam. got together for dinner of course. And as usual, he wanted to drink, the result, a bad hangover and the patience of an gnat right now. This is my life.

more to come as I become more able to open my eyes and not writhe in pain from the rays of light shining from the florescent bulbs above my cube.

Part 2

Saw a fight on the train the other day during the morning rush. Quite interesting. One guy in a suit the other in jeans and a cap. Needless to say, the suit got his butt kicked. Funny thing is, only in NYC... instead of the other passengers trying to stop the fight, everyone screams they should take the fight outside the train so the rest of us can get to work. Truth be told, looked more like a cat fight with punches flying in any direction but the exact target it was intended to hit.

So 2 grenades went off by the British Consulate this morning. Amateur concoction... but this does the people of NYC and the world to revisit the emotions and reality that was of September 11, 2001. I don't understand how people have such short memories and forget tragedies that occur, that are so devastating and intrusive upon our lives... just food for thought.

Just like the title says... Part 1

So, Mildred that good-for-nothing flying rat, abandoned her offspring. Neither Banky nor Homer have survived. Upon arriving home that day, I checked on my "guests", and somewhat to my surprise, that pigeon and sorry example of mother's natures natural maternal instincts had flown the coop - literally. So the summation of the story is that Homer died a most painful and slow death having suffocated from an all yeast head mask. Banky, it is believed to have been killed as a result of being eaten alive. There were chickling parts that lead officials to believe this to be the case. Neighborhood pigeons are running a fowl as a result of this incident. Most have been cited as pecking "this is a good neighborhood, a family-style neighborhood" or that "Mildred was a quiet pigeon, never bothered anyone". There has also been an increase in the wanting of justice. Pigeons, Sparrow, and even Squirrels are all keeping an eye out to bring Mildred to justice. At a recent attempt to bring Mildred to justice, a local garbage rat claimed to have seen her. Officials raided a neighborhood spot... an Astoria Park tree. But to no avail. Officials were seething with anger at the possibility that the anonymous informant lead them on a prank. A posse has been set up and are threatening to de-feather Mildred, forcing her to forever walk the Earth instead of flying... in shame.

More to follow as the story develops...