Indeed, the finest military force ever assembled in human history.

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With skills such as these, the terrorist will never win.  Come home safe, y’all.

It’s getting harder to just exist.  I watched Food, Inc. and I highly recommend it, but it so absolutely depressing that I don’t know what to do.  I can not just go to the grocery store and buy food anymore, not without worrying about what is actually in it and what it does not only to myself, but to the planet and society as a whole.  It seems as if we are now driven down one of two roads, one of just going about our day-to-day lives, working, eating, sleeping, watching television, reading a book, or whatever.  The second one is being nauseatingly aware of how the world is, and all of the cruelties, injustices and horrors that occur constantly, the wastefulness and consumerism, the exploitation, and then having to painstakingly research and grope about for ways of at least not being a part of any of that.  And it is just so distasteful, and exhausting.

Still, some effort must be made I suppose.  You can watch the file here for a few more days I believe.  For free, thanks to PBS, I really should donate money to them.  They do good work.  And I want to come back to this link for more information when time allows.

Now I shall worry about how much shit is in my lunch today.  Cor.

This weekend past was supposed to be the weekend that I replaced the convertible top on my car.  I had been feeling pretty confident about it, that is up until about ten minutes before I was supposed to leave for Waco.  I had already packed and staged everything for the trip when I decided to use Google to pinpoint the online instructions I had found before, or at least thought I’d found before.  Come to find out that I had not found online instructions, but only a sample of partial instructions.  Doh!  It was at that point I decided that maybe diving into replacing a convertible top with my Dad wasn’t the best idea in the world.

My next move was to call my mother, to talk to my dad, but they were busily walking for the cure to boob cancer, and the phone wasn’t getting good reception.  They pledged to call me back.  Now before I had decided to attempt a do-it-yourself song and dance I had been looking for some one to do the repair for me.  With that line of thinking combined with having had to take the car to the repair shop a few times I had wound up with the number a guy that supposedly did convertible tops from my mechanic.  I had been hesitant to make contact with a guy whose number and name I had on the back of a business car, on top of my usual procrastinating and fretting about things.  Now faced with what seemed a very daunting task I decided now was the time to use the card, so I did.  Only to find out the guy didn’t do convertible tops, despite a clear memory of Paco the mechanic telling me he had used him for such things quite recently.  Card guy does windshield replacement though, and since my back windshield was busted out Paco may have thought I just wanted the window replaced and not the whole top.

So with that option petering out I waited for Dad to call back.  When he did we discussed it for a bit, and I laid out my concerns.  I ended up sending him the links I had been looking at and then talking to him again later, where upon we decided that it would probably be best if he came up and looked at it.  Since my mother hardly needs an excuse to come see me and Mitzy in Dallas anyway, this seemed like a good idea.  So in the end we looked at the top, we looked at the new top and finally decided that we could have a go at it.  This means that project new top has been postponed to this coming weekend.
I’ll also put in my new headlights, which look exceptionally cool.  Then maybe tint the windows, which that car has cried out for far over a decade now.