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Christian is the New Goth, Apparently

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So, I have a pair of shoes that I love. Unreasonably so, since they are just cheap slip on canvas deck shoes. I bought them a while ago after I broke my toe just walking around the house - something that filled me with a dread of breaking my toe again just walking around the house.

These shoes, which I love unreasonably, are from Hurley, purveyors of crap the I would normally never buy, but they were, as mentioned cheap, and they were actually kind of cool - with a skull and knife piratey kind of thing going on. For you edification, here is a picture of them, in their current "battered, worn constantly for a couple of years" state:


Because they have been battered and worn constantly for a couple of years, I have been looking to replace them with something similar for the last month or so, without any luck. I went to maybe a dozen shoe stores looking for something similar, but never found anything that was really what I was looking for.

Fast forward to today. we were having a late breakfast and just across the parking lot was one of Colorado Springs many Christian Megastores. "Ho, ho!" we chortled, "What a lark it would be to go in and look around!". As we entered the store though, there were some shoes and shirts in the window that looked, dare I say it, kind of cool. I mean, yes, if you looked closely you could see that the hip fake-vintage over printed and then distressed text on the shirts was bits and pieces of scripture, but otherwise the stuff looked like something that you would find in a skate shop or maybe even a hot topic.

Encouraged, we walked through the store and saw many things that were exactly as we expected - a giant home schooling section with lots of Veggie Tales and copies of baby's first "Darwin is the the Bunk!", and this poster, which I think, given his views on money changers, Jesus would not be too happy with. Yes, yes, all very amusing.

But the clothing section - that was a wonder. Shirts, shoes, hoodies, even BLUE JEANS (the devil's trousers) with actually pretty awesome designs on them. She actually found a pair of shoes and two hoodies that she HAD to buy (and the hoodies were only $10 a piece - so cheap I claimed it was a miracle! One of them was a rose floral design, while the other had a cool repeating pattern of three thigh bones in a triangle with a sacred heart looking thing in the middle. Really, really *sweet*.

I on the other hand found my shoes. The very shoes that I was looking for. Not just *as* gothy as the Hurleys they were to replace...these shoes were, if anything MORE gothy. They were perfect. Exactly what I was looking for. For your further edification, here is a picture of them:


Awesome, am I right? And from the outside you would never guess that they are Christian shoes. Yes, if you look inside there is some nonsense about being submissive before God, but from the outside these are totally rocking goth shoes. They may even be MORE gothy because of the scripture inside!

Anyway, the point of the story being if you are having a hard time finding sufficiently goth cloths, I would highly recommend checking out you local Christian Store - apparently Christian is the new Goth.

Yes, I know, there hasn't been any activity here on or a while. Partially it's because I have been sick. Partially it's because I have been busy with work. Mostly, it's because I haven't had anything to talk about that could not be addressed in a twelve word Facebook status update.

There has been stuff going on in the world, it just seems like I haven't had the will to write anything about it. Regarding the topics of the day I have been too ambivalent to spend the time crafting commentary. For example:

Iran - What is happening to the people in the streets there is terrible, and I feel for them, but I can't get to excited about the revolutionary spirit when all of the candidates are hand-picked by the theocracy and represent slight variations in the same end of the political spectrum. When the choices are between the establishment candidate who was likely one of the embassy hostage takers, and the opposition candidate was one of the architects of the 1979 Islamic Revolution and a disciple of the Ayatollah Khomeni (though it's entertaining to hear conservatives supporting him without understanding that) , I have to throw up my hands in despair. Reza Aslan put it very well when he pointed out that the choice in Iran right now is do they become North Korea (isolated and oppressing it's citizens) or China (economically open and oppressing it's citizens). There is no American Revolution, or even Prague Spring option here, and that is tragic because the people of Iran deserve better. There is no chance they will get it though.

America - Our own country, and president, continue to disappoint, of course. Obama continues to talk about protecting the constitution while continuing or expanding Bush era presidential power-grab policies and ignoring basic legal principles like habeas corpus (we can still put people away forever with charges or trials because they are so dangerous we can't even talk about why they are so dangerous), and he continues to no follow though on the promises he made to roll back idiotic policies like Don't Ask Don't Tell and the Defense of Marriage act. On the health care front most *Democrats* still seem unable to understand that 70% of Americans want a public healthcare option, never mind the Republicans who simultaneously argue that a public option would both result in rationing healthcare, be the worst thing that ever happened AND it would be so cost effective and provide such a great level of benefits that private companies would not be able to compete with it. Sometimes they say these things in the same sentence, and it amazes me when their heads do not explode. I was promised a socialist nightmare and I am still waiting.

My Personal Life - Is boring. I am happy, and that is never good for writing. The events that do occur in it are adequately documented on Facebook, and there is no need to repeat them here, though I should probably post some of the newer pictures of my grandson, since my daughter assures me that hot chicks will flock to my website if I do so. Then again, I am adequately provisioned with hot chicks already.

So, instead of writing about important things here I am spending my time on trivial pursuits (literally, not the trivia game).

I have been writing movie reviews on Netflix (currently I have managed to moved my reviewer rank from 55,132 to 50,600 in a week. My goal is to get into the top 10,000. Yes, everything is a competition. I crave the approval of the mob, and will work for free for it. Interestingly, now that Salon has stopped marking letters to the editor as "Editor's Choice" I have stopped commenting there (with a 35% Editor's choice rate, which is *high*). I am sure there is no connection.

I have been fine tuning my Pandora radio stations - if you want an overview of my entire musical taste click here - it's still a little heavy on stuff with raw production (like the Strokes) and for some reason it occasionally spits out a song by the hated White Stripes other than "Fell in Love With a Girl", but overall it's pretty accurate. If you want to hear only the kind of jangly music that sets my nerve-endings a-tingle try this one.

Most importantly my Xbox Live Gamerscore is now over 9000. If only there were a game I wanted to play that could vault me over 10,000. Still, I am obviously better than those people with only 8,000.

So yeah, like I said...nothing worth writing about. I think the last 764 words prove that.

Fine Pope, You Win

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I have a Facebook account now. Happy?

I hope this means that I will be un-excommunicated for my continued denial of The '80s

Thank You for Everything

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I don't know what to say other than thank you for being who you were. I can't even feel that sad because 85 is nothing to sneeze at.

Thanks, Bettie. You are amazing.


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I think I failed to mention this to just about anyone, but I have moved. I suppose that if pressed I might tell you where, but I doubt it will come to that.

The plan was, in theory, to move out of my awesome dilapidated mansion into something more practical. The dilapidated mansion was really too big for one person and cost the GDP of a small nation to heat in the winter. So a new house was selected that was smaller (in square footage, though still too big for one person) and, most importantly...air conditioned. I was more than willing to make a deal with the devil and even out my incredibly high winter bills and very small summer bills for medium bills all year round and 70 degree temperatures throughout the year.

In practice I appear to have moved into one of those boxes that the Japanese put Alec Guinness into "Bridge over the River Kwai". The temperature outside right now is about 70 degrees, while inside the house it is...*checks thermostat*...85. The temperature has actually gone up a degree since I got home and things outside cooled off.

So now I am in a smaller home, which is hotter, and all of my books, while shelved, are not alphabetized and it's driving me mad. Hopefully things will improve tomorrow when the landlord comes over to fix the AC.

For those of you who have asked, I will have more pictures of Holden soon...

Everything and Nothing

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Interesting in that there is nothing going on in my life, yet I stand on a tipping point where everything is about to change and I don't really know how.

Everything - in that within the next couple of days, I will - to the degree that someone who has never fathered child can - become a grandfather. I have to say that I have never been quite so touched by anything as hearing someone say "Oh, Ed is your father in law, no matter what...are you crazy?". It's another reminder that the families we make are the families that matter. Even if they don't end up the way we originally planned, they last forever. Jesse and James, Ashley and Kieran; these are my children and I see myself in them all the time, sometimes in ways I never would have expected. Strangely I only see the best of me in them, and I am thankful for that. I am not the best person in so many ways and it amazes me how great my kids are. If they can be eight times the person I have been...let's see...split by four...They will be twice the person I was, and they deserve nothing less.

Nothing - I had a whole nothing thing planned. but it mostly involved the amount of time I have been spending playing Pirates of the Caribbean Online, which is the least sucky MMPORPG I have ever played. So...I am thinking I will skip that ...

A Significant Lack of Posting

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I'm not sure whether I don't have anything to post about, or if there are simply so many things that I could post about that I am paralyzed by a plethora of possibilities.

I am finally getting around to watching the first season of Heroes, which is very good, but doesn't grab me the way that Lost does. Seriously, Heroes is filled with all these completely unbelievable coincidences and pre-existing relations between characters that are completely ridiculous, while the characters in Lost have intricately detailed and cross-linked back stories that intertwine in surprising and delightful ways. Totally different.

I should probably also have been posting about Bioshock. Not because it's an excellent video game (especially if you haven't already played the two System Shock games that came before it), though it is, but because of the surrounding chaos I have experienced. Shortly after getting Bioshock (about 15 hours into the 20 hours of game play later), my Xbox 360 decided to stop reading Xbox 360 game discs, going so far as to actually scratch up the shiny new Bioshock disc. This is the second time that my Xbox 360 has done this, and normally something like that would be irritating enough to post about it. Not these days though, I don't know why.

You would think that the current political scene, with our forces winning a great victory that will let us go back, a year from now, to a deployment only slightly higher than what we have last year (oh, also we are out of soldiers) would be enough to stir me up to write something. Wrong though. Anyone that does not already realize what a fiasco this whole thing is will not be swayed by another post about it at this point.

Even Larry Craig couldn't drum up my interest.

Even seeing someone for the last few months has not resulted in anything postable, possibly because it's going well, possibly because she is a pretty private person and would be averse to blogging her, and possibly because no one but Marcus could possibly fully appreciate the flat out, mind warping, face melting weirdness of the situation. Trust, it would blow his mind.

In any case, there is no point to this post except to remind myself that there are things that I could be posting about, but that I am not. The thought being that maybe this will encourage me to write more, which I have not been doing much lately. The reality being that, looking over the topics above, there is just really nothing interesting to anyone but me there to post about.

I probably need to just start making up stuff and posting it without labeling it as fiction again. You would be surprised how many people freaked out about the moving into my cubicle story.

Better Hope There Is No Hell...

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Jerry Falwell: Jackass, inhumanitarian, dead guy.

"I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say 'you helped this happen.'"

"I hope I live to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we won't have any public schools. The churches will have taken them over again and Christians will be running them."

Sorry I can't say anything nice about him. In fact, I should probably shut up before I let slip a "good riddence" or "about freaking time". Aw crap - too late.

What Are You Protesting?

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Yesterday I went up to Denver to listen to Jonathan Letham read from his new book "You Don't Love Me Yet" at the Denver Library. It was fun; he's a good reader and the Q&A afterwards was interesting. I still wish I had asked about his apparent obsession with kangaroos though.

That, however, was the least interesting thing I did yesterday.

After the reading Melanie's friend Stephanie was doing an art project that involved about a dozen or so people, wearing fake hazmat suits and filter/gas masks marching downtown carrying signs with vague slogans on them while Stephanie photographed the reactions of the people nearby.

It was very interesting. Even though the signs all contained vague messaging that was not "against" anything, or really even about anything if you took them as a group, most people assumed it was a protest. Even stranger, many people vocalized their support for our unspecified cause. Others got the references to new-agey apocalypse memes in some of the signs and would say things like "Oh, the Mayan Calendar", as if that explained everything to them. The one sign that mentioned bee die offs got a lot of response with people mentioning the (almost certainly apocryphal) Einstein bee quote.

Overall it was just interesting seeing what meaning people read into an essentially meaningless event. My personal favorite came toward the end when a girl asked me "Why are you wearing the suits"? I lifted my mask enough to reply "For Protection". It was like a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh, duh. Of course, protection" she said to herself as she wandered off. I would really like to know what clicked in her head that made it all suddenly make sense.

Along the way (the whole march was maybe an hour and a half) we picked up five bystanders who suited up, put on masks and joined the march.

Oh, I am the one with the "Prepare for the Worst Hope for the Best" sign. I think my hazmat suit makes me look fat.

And The World Is A Little Smaller

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As you probably already know by now, Kurt Vonnegut died last night.

While I haven't read his last few books, I followed his essays over the last 5 years and found in them a voice of reason in a world that is increasingly insane and driven by fear. When I was younger, Breakfast of Champions, Slaughterhouse Five, Cat's Cradle and Sirens of Titan changed the way I looked at the world and my place in it. Though I never met him, I think that I can honestly say that without Kurt Vonnegut I would not be the person that I am today. Surprisingly, I do not hold that against him.

(Is there something wrong with me that I eulogize both Don Adams & Kurt Vonnegut?

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