week's worth of stuff

Sunday was my day to get out and do stuff. In the late morning, I went to Robbie's to get a Jimmy Wright CD created. Well, we did, but there's always other things on the agenda, listen to his show, his appearance on other shows, his this and his that. We did it all, took two hours, but Okay, now onward.

Wednesday, Sylvia went to the dentist to get a filling taken care of. Then she'd call Rick about the leaky toilet, so I took the opp to go to the smog station and get my car smogged. That part worked out okay, no waiting, $48.50 later, I'm officially smogged and outta there. Shea and Rick took care of the toilet and Sylvia got her filling fixed, so it was our day to accomplish stuff.

This a.m., my internet connection was blotto so I called Verizon in India and got it fixed, but caused a bigger problem, because it changed my IP address, which meant my station was down and out, so Wagner came over and we had to fix that, which meant I was offline for awhile, but I think it's fixed now.

Then Jay calls while Shea and I are at S&F with a big story about Jerry W., so I'll call Doug D. and try to get details. Which I'll do now, if you'll excuse me.

Chinese food ass kicking

My daughter wanted to scoot on out for Chinese food, so out we scooted to where we had history, good chow, cheap and greasy, with a counterman who remembers everyone and why. He's Chinese.

It's next to a liquor store and a place where big teenagers rush by on mopeds in order to reach the sidewalk to really break the law. Reminds me of a clip I saw on Maury Povich today: woman comes into fast food place, crowded, but since her ethnicity is calling (won't say, wouldn't be right), she tries to jump the line, because that's her right. Clerk tries to stop her, she spits in his face...another unenumerated right, I can only surmise.

Then a customer starts arguing with her and that's when the fun begins. Her boyfriend who must've been on parole or an escapee, comes in, approaches the guy who made the almost-fatal mistake of arguing with her about her heaven-sent right to jump the line, spit in the face of the clerk and begins confronting him by clocking him. Knocks him down and then beats the holy crap out of this poor guy. "He got 4 years," said Maury. Who? The beater? The beatee? The clerk? Don't that beat all? Shoulda been 40, with at least 4 for the spitting bitch. But that's just me.

So the other night I'm walking to the Chinese place, had to park far away, because a woman in an SUV with the same right to do whatever the hell she felt like took 2 parking places, which she woulda probably done anyway had she been able to drive. I'm staring daggers at this woman in her SUV, because a woman can't hurt me, right? Then out of the corner of my eye comes a huge guy that looks like the beating-guy in the tape, except much bigger, comes into my path. He sees I'm pissed at his woman and says "h'llo"... those are the words...the unspoken message was, "whatcha looking at white boy?"

I kept on walking. Shoulda kicked his ass, but then I'd be on Maury and I'd get jail time, which would mean my blog would have to be on a prison blog site, which I bet is more about sex in showers and prison guard bruality. OK, I admit it, I gave the guy a break. So sue me. Chinese food is still yummy.