Truth? Conspiracy? Lunacy?

Check out this film, its almost 2 hours, might take a while to download, but I found it quite interesting.

It’s divided into three parts, and honestly I skipped the middle part because it was about 9/11 conspiracies (which bore me to death, as important as they may be).

Vibram Five Fingers

I MUST have these shoes.

There is no debate on how they look or how impractical they may be.  I MUST have them.

The CSU Fresno Whore

Tuesdays and Thursdays I have an 11am class. Yesterday was the first session of said class, and I figured I would arrive early to find a parking spot. Not a good spot, just a space to leave my car for an hour and fifteen minutes.

I made my way to the campus only to find that EVERY parking lot was full, and the traffic cops were not allowing anybody in to the lots, not even to look for a spot at their own risk.

This is something of a dilemma. Where the hell were us students supposed to park? You can’t just park on the roads, as they are all red curbed. Its not like there are places around the school to park, as it is surrounded by freeways, corn fields, vineyards, stadiums and whatnot.

There is one small neighborhood on the south side, behind all the

Return from the Great Southwest

Saturday night I got back from Arizona.

And for those of you that don’t know, last Wednesday I went to Arizona.

I was in my parents bathroom Thursday morning, and I needed to use a baby wipe after doing whatever it is that makes you need to use one of those. Fortunately, they have two boxes available for use.

I opened the top box, and as I was reaching for a wipe, I thought about the words I saw on top of the lid. Something didn’t sit right. I closed the box and read the top again.

“Preparation H”

Good thing I can read.

Also, my parents have in their bathroom one of my

Pork Chop Sandwiches, Grenades, and “Special” Bartenders

Wisconsin is truly one of this fine nations greatest tributes to alcoholism.

Never before have I been to such a place where the average citizen’s primary means of of acquiring beer, drinks, food, entertainment, and socialization comes from the corner bar, tavern, or pub.

If I were to move to Wisconsin, I would surely become an alcoholic.

Probably not though, because I wouldn’t go to meetings, so technically I would just be a “drunk.”

We started the night out with a place called

Checks, a plunger, and Yoo-Hoo.

No, this isn’t a post about my adventures in Wisconsin. Somebody has yet to transfer the pictures from the camera to the computer, so I haven’t been able to publish anything concerning the Midwest.

Have no fear, those Wisconsin photos will be up soon.

Yesterday, when I got off work, I had two tasks I needed to accomplish before I was done for the day. I had to deposit my most recent series of student loan checks, and buy a toilet plunger for the house.

Both of these tasks created minor problems that had to be overcome before completion, the kind of minor problems that drive me crazy but would not even phase other people. Its just how I am.

Before the loan checks could be deposited, I had to

Return from the Great Midwest

Corinne and I are back from Wisconsin. Unfortunately, I have to go to work today and tomorrow, so I’ll post something about the Summer of 2007 Wisconsin tour at some point this week.

I would like to thank Ryan for his house sitting contributions, as well as Nicole for her house sitting contributions, which includes a new coffee pot that I hope she will forget to take with her as she leaves for another adventure later today.

Green Bay nightlife

We did a bit of bar hopping last night.  Not unsupervised bar hopping, but with a guide of sorts.  And by “guide” I mean “regular at all of the bars we went to.”

I’m still not tripping about this experience any less.  If anything, the bars we went to last night made me even more confused about reality and the Midwest’s role in the eternal cosmos.

Our guide (who is technically what would be considered a “step-aunt”) ordered what she called an

De Pere, Wisconsin

This place is such a trip. 

I’m guessing the Midwest in general is a trip for anybody from the east or west coasts. 

No time to discuss details, but let me just say “church sponsored fake duck shooting with high powered rifles.”

Cheese it!

Today Corinne and I are leaving for Green Bay to visit her grandmother and grandma’s 3rd husband.  We will be back early next week.  Expect some sort of post about cheese.

Who is to say the rest of us are “normal?”

This week I have a student that would be considered a “special needs” student.  He had an IEP (Individual Education Plan) made for him in high school.  To put it another way, he “rode the short bus” to school.

This is the second student I have had with some sort of learning disability or mental handicap.

And I need to clear the air and put out that both of these students are/were better drivers then most of the 16 year old “normals” I get assigned to.

Slut prevention

Finally, there is swim wear available (again) for women that don’t wish to considered sluts.

Or, swim wear for women that shouldn’t have their bodies exposed to the general public because they could be considered “aesthetically displeasing.”

Search Engine Hilarity – Limos for my party

Somebody was directed to this blog by Googling “Limos for my party.”

Again, an example of people typing full blown questions into search engines.

Whats weird though is that my hit was six pages deep into the search, so why would anybody even look that many pages into the whole thing.

Can you imagine the level of brain that looks 6 pages into a search before redefining their search parameters?

(Not my joke, but still fitting)

Aloha, Grandpa.

Yesterday (Saturday) I had to work a few hours to make up for the two half days off I took this week to get my car repaired (Which itself is another story).

One of the students that I picked up yesterday lived in Woodward Lake, which for those of you that don’t live around here is a large, planned community for some of Fresno’s richest people. The community includes a large, man-made lake surrounded by some of the more expensive homes, all of which have private docks with small water craft.

But all that information is hardly necessary, so I’ll get on with it.

During some student-teacher conversations on his previous lessons, he told me that he was

The Iron Sheik

If you haven’t heard the Iron Sheik on the Howard Stern Show, you are missing out.

Those of you with Sirius should try and catch the replay, or check it out online. It is possibly the funniest thing I have heard this summer.

Here is a video of an interview with