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Welcome to my blog! Here we discuss (Well, I lecture) scholarly topics such as historical discourse, politics, modern medicine and why the hell women spend an hour and a half to take a bath. Everything here is fair game and all topics ripe for bashing including your humble blogger.

None of the material below is intended to flame, irritate or otherwise cause person(s) to committ suicide. These articles are here for humor purposes only and should only be perscribed by your doctor.


Tim the Conservative Flower Child



Last Updated: 3/28/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Swinger
Age: 25
Sign: Virgo

City: Grand Forks
State: NORTH DAKOTA
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/12/2005

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March 30, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: News and Politics
I awoke Wednesday morning around 5am to the sound of someone banging on my front door. It was Al, our neighbor, telling us to evacuate while we still can. Still in a tired stupor, it took me precisely three seconds for my brain to boot up and realize what he was so frantic about. Behind him was Santa Barbara, the street I live on in Bismarck, two blocks north of Cottonwood Lake and half a block east of the Wachter Draining Canal. The entire street was submerged under a foot and a half of water with ice chunks floating everywhere.

We quickly packed our things and somehow managed to fjord my brother’s Chrysler Sebring across the flooded streets. As we turned north on Bridgeport Drive we noticed one of the neighbors spray painting a message across the snow on his lawn. Despite being in a very precarious position at the moment I had to chuckle as I read the completed sign.

“NO WAKE ZONE!”

I won’t bore you all with the details about how we spent the next two days sandbagging our house, how I frantically tried to find a safe route for a Fargo friend to her home in Thief River Falls, or how I stupidly fell into the flood waters while trying to retrieve the mail (I forgot the day before and the communal mailbox was about to be submerged), but I do feel compelled to break character in order to discuss the matter of community involvement during a disaster.

I remember the days immediately following Hurricane Katrina when private citizens were seemingly organizing faster than FEMA, sending care packages or going down as volunteers to assist in rescue, cleanup, or to rebuild. It was a seemingly unifying theme for not just Americans but for members of the world community as aid, volunteers, and well wishes poured in from all around.

The same occurred on Wednesday as thousands of volunteers poured into Bismarck, Grand Forks, and Fargo to help fill sandbags and set up barricades. Volunteers poured in from the Twin Cities in Minnesota, Rapid City South Dakota, Wisconsin, Iowa, hell I even met one from that drove all the way from Canada to help. The Red Cross in Bismarck was so overwhelmed with volunteers that they sent several dozen of them home. When we pulled our truck to the Bismarck Civic Center, or “Sandbag Ave,” to get our free sandbags it took less than two minutes to load over one ton due to the hundreds of volunteers loading. I received a text message from a friend of mine in the United Kingdom, saying her church has heard of our situation and offered their thoughts and prayers.

This is beyond amazing. People are dropping their routines, trekking long distances, and risk catching acute bronchitis (which I unfortunately contracted in the process) to help complete strangers. For once we were not separated by any lines whether racial, geographic origins, or hockey affiliations, but by the shared trait of being fellow members of humanity.

Now, I’m not one to talk like a Marxist (although I like to dress up as a Soviet soldier and have Red Dawn parties) but why can’t we do this all the time? Why do we stop helping? Is volunteering a novelty that wears off when we realize we must initiate the political blame game? Did we even do our volunteer work with genuine intentions or did we just do it for the community service hours to pad our resumes and college applications?

Perhaps Adrian Veidt was correct in his assessment of humanity (see or read Watchmen for details). It seems as though a disaster has to occur for the village to unite and work together under a common banner. Fortunately, for humanity, there are many who are far less cynical than Alan Moore, who helps their fellow man in need. Many of us were spared the fate of Fargo and should be grateful for that by helping out in any way we can. So this article is a rally call to many at UND and others in the world reading this online; people in Fargo need your help. Volunteer what you can. I heard they still need sandbaggers as well as people at the Red Cross and Salvation Army. For those outside the ND area, that cannot travel, I won’t be so naïve to suggest financial donations but thoughts and prayers are always welcome. Such things may not have an exchange rate at the bank but being remembered and thought of holds back more emotional water than a sandbag ever could and it’s gonna be a while for the waters to recede.
Currently playing:
Tales of Vesperia
Release date: 2008-08-26
February 11, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  handsome
Category: Romance and Relationships
Under normal circumstances, we’d spend this Saturday blowing off some steam by going to the movies, ordering some pizza from Deek’s, or spend all night BSing with friends while drinking a mind-altering beverage of questionable morality known as Mountain Dew.

But nooooooo!

Hallmark had to ruin everything by introducing a ‘holiday’ celebrating an emotion that makes guys purchase expensive lumps of carbon, started a war in ancient Greece, and made Britney Spears marry K-Fed. Valentines Day will make you either A) scramble to find a way to express your love for another by visiting either Zales or Walgreens (she can’t tell the difference, right?), B) cower in self-loathing and disgust since you’ve been singled-out, or C) just go about your routine because it’s just another day.

Valentines Day is the one day of the year that couples are encouraged to do what they’re already supposed to be doing in the first place, expressing love towards one another. People cannot express their love the other 364 days out of the year so corporate America gives them one to consolidate all their affection, and savings, into one 24-hour period. One cannot turn on the television without being reminded that getting a Vermont Teddy Bear, Enzyte, or a box of Russell Stovers will improve your chances of not sleeping on the couch. It then becomes a competition between couples as to who can show the most affection by showering the other with gifts, high-class service, fine dining and, in the process; miss the whole point of celebrating love entirely.

Meanwhile, the rest of us single people get… singled out. Throughout the day we get constant reminders that we not only sleep but live on that couch. You go outside and see people walking hand-in-hand, observe the decorations on people’s property or on their persons, and then you witness the infamous scene of a person getting a “surprise” delivery from their special someone. Like herpes, it’s everywhere! To top it off, your romantically bourgeois friends will reassure you that your time “has yet to come” and the other gender is “missing out,” which does not help and makes you desire nothing more than to strangle the messenger.

So Valentines Day, for the most part, sucks for both parties as some miss the point of romance while others do not experience it at all. It also potentially divides friends as some are in relationships while others are not. Valentines Day temporarily separates single friends from their taken ones at a time when friendship is needed most.

Concurrently, Valentines Day creates the notion that if one is going to do something romantic it must be done on this holiday. This has two unintended effects. The first is that it makes the showing of affection a formality rather than something meaningful and the second is that it leads to a lack of expressing love the other 364 days.

So what useful purpose does this Hallmark holiday serve beyond day-after candy clearance sales? Nothing comes to mind. It’s like every national election; it divides the nation with two parties (winners and losers) and only the winners think the day was worthwhile only, on Valentines Day, these roles are predetermined.

So what’s my solution? Dating websites? Hope for Change™? An anime night with pizza? Demand an earmark for single-people to spend on prostitutes in the next “stimulus” package (that’ll get the college vote)?

Actually, my solution is for everyone to ignore Valentines Day altogether. It’s not just a holiday that singles out the singles but also takes away the true meaning of showing affection for another. Sure the day is a booster to the economy by consumerism but so was the premier of the movie Twilight and we all know where THAT got us. The day is just more trouble than it is worth as I believe single people can survive better without the constant reminder and couples should express their love to each other anyway. Let us abolish all aspects of the day… except for the day-after clearance sales, love that heart candy.
Currently playing:
F.E.A.R. First Encounter Assault Recon
Release date: 2006-10-31
January 30, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  silly
Category: Romance and Relationships
Now, if at any time you ladies think I’m being too lenient on men… they’ll get their turn in the hot seat next week.

Ladies, has a guy ever made you sick by burping out loud, still wearing the same t-shirt you met him in five years ago, or using generic soap instead of the real shampoo you got him? Does a male's inability to verbally communicate messages other than “uh huh” send you into a conniption fit that would nullify Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick? Does the movie Red Dawn make no sense to you? If you have answered “yes” to any of these then this article is for you!!

They say it’s the little things that make a person happy. Concurrently, it’s the little things us guys do, or don’t do (like forgetting to put the toilet seat down) that drive women insane and provide virtually all source material for Desperate Housewives. The funny thing is that we guys, typically, are not doing these things to be malicious. Sure we get a good chuckle immediately following the easily distinguishable “splosh” in the bathroom, but then we quickly realize it was our fault because we had forgotten a vital step during our last session of bodily relief. Out of penance, we instinctively begin to make our bed on the couch.

The problem is not that we guys are pigs… ok, we ARE pigs, but we are simply misunderstood pigs. Like our foreign policy makers, you women try to understand us through your own eyes and can’t quite figure out what our obsession is with muscle cars and universal remotes. This is ironic since many women’s magazines are devoted to telling young women how much we men are pigs, but then below the headline on the cover is another featured article titled “His Idea of Girlfriend Material, (February issue of Cosmopolitan).” It’s a love/hate relationship that has been the source of a lot of confusion and miscommunications between the two.

For this confusion, above all, I bring to you the comprehensive list of what we guys think you ladies should know about us in an effort to deter the high encounter rates of what we call “the look.”

1: One of the most important things to a guy is the need of self-actualization or a position of importance in society. Despite the historical trend that males have been the dominant gender in power, or so all you Lady Macbeths have skillfully led us to believe, we need to feel important and, above all, necessary. With so much competition for power and recognition, we struggle to find our place out of the fear of being forgotten if we fail to leave behind a lasting legacy. This is why many males prefer to have sons than daughters, that and we remember what we put all the girl’s dads through in high school. It’s misogynistic, but it is also understandable. So ladies, if you want to solidify your relationship with a guy, let them know that they are important to you because us guys do not hear it enough just like how guys do not genuinely compliment how a woman looks enough.

2: Just because we’re male, doesn’t mean we’re all about sexual intimacy. Our society places many bizarre standards on males and one of these that a male must copulate as much as possible less he be considered impotent, or something else, by other men. To be impotent is to be worthless. Truth be told males, biologically, are no more sexually driven then women are (and my biology professor thought I never paid attention), we are just susceptible to society’s gender roles, peer pressure, and alcohol. Not to mention it is the loud mouths and drunken males that attract negative attention and not the sober one sitting in the corner. Very few, if any, great guys can be found at a bar or drunken party.

3: If you want our opinion on something, ASK, but be ready for a blunt answer. I’ve noticed that women are more verbal and often times imply something else other then what they just said. Meanwhile, we guys communicate with simply linguistics such as grunting and show our interests by the advertisements we wear on our clothing such as Quaker State (racing), Bass Pro Shop (outdoors), or in my case, the Seattle Mariners (baseball and delusional). Men are typically very cut and dry when it comes to communication and will NOT pick up on subtle messages or implications, which I’ve noticed infuriates all you ladies out there. My solution is simple, avoid metamessages and be up front and honest. Most guys respect honesty and openness but cannot stand mixed messages. Work with us ladies; we’re worth it… most of the time.

4: The possibility of rejection and letting a woman down scares us more than death. My step-Dad was a member of Air Force Pararescue, a group dedicated to nothing more than specialized rescue in any environment including combat and, despite having the experience of being shot at, nothing scared him more than asking my Mom out all those decades ago. Perhaps women are the same way, but men are typically scared to death of rejection since it reveals to us that we are inadequate. This may not be the case but, to us, rejection means our own worth was not sufficient to warrant your affection or even a chance to attain it. Believe it, or not, but males can be sensitive on issues other than the Minnesota Vikings and rejection is biggest of them all.

If a male is asking you out and seems genuinely nervous about it then it is probably sincere. It’s the overly confident ones you should be worried about anyway. If a guy asks you out confidently and you’re curious about his sincerity, walk away and watch his response when he think you’re out of sight. If you see him take a big sigh of relief, wipe sweat off his brow, or faint, then it’s a good chance he is sincere.

5: Lastly, and I know you’ve all heard this message a million (+1) times but here it is. If you don’t want guys to stare, don’t dress like that unless it’s summer! When you’re showing more cleavage than a plumber, how am I supposed to focus on the more refined aspects of a woman like her eyes and that “personality” thingy that everyone keeps talking about? I know, us guys should rise… errr, overcome such shallowness, but like billboards on the highway, they’re right there and as big as life. Also, like the billboard, what is displayed tells the consumer what the product is all about. How you dress tells us males what you want us to know about you and if cleavage is it, then what conclusions do you want us to reach? You could be trying to show that you are proud of your body but that’s not something a guy gets on a first impression. That’s not misogynistic, that’s advertising. If its summer and it is hot out, then you have a genuine reason to be upset.

In conclusion ladies, understand that us guys have a dog brain. We see things in overly simplistic terms and often fail to see what is written or spoken between the lines. Not to mention we are not perfect and will occasionally get into the garbage but we are still well meaning. Be up front and honest with males and do not get disturbed if they seem nervous around you. You ladies are a lot more intimidating than you think. Also, do not think that we males do not try to understand you. We males have periods too ya know? We have three in any given day; they’re 20 minutes long and begin with the drop of a puck.
Currently playing:
Tales of Vesperia
Release date: 2008-08-26