These are my last two hours with Himself, due to allergies (not mine). He's not a handsome boy, nor smart, nor particularly nice. He's clumsy (see photos from when he fell off the counter onto a knife in the open dishwasher, impaling his anus). Half of his mouth hangs open. His inner eyelids roll up and creep you out. He won't let you pick him up. He always sits in my chair and yells at me if I try to push him out, so I spend some time every day typing standing up. He is very wussy and will only go on walks if I go too so I can stomp in the direction of any other cats we come across. If I get too far ahead, he yells and yells till I come back for him. Due to losing his mother too soon, I taught him how to use a litter box. He's never known a home without us in it. I love him dearly. I accept him completely. Life will be so still without him.

CLYDE [owns the used bookstore in my town]: Hey! How are you? When are you going to have another book come out?

Almost everyone had their porch lights off! And one guy had it on, but when he answered his door in a wifebeater, he said, "Ain't got no candy!"

The commenters on the Melissa and Pumpkin over at Street Boners and TV Carnage... I hope they feel so good about putting down young girls who are really smart and self-deprecating and trying, just because they're not crazy enough or they're too crazy or they're not originally problemed enough or accomplished enough... what do they WANT them to be doing, besides being entertaining people and telling the truth and making movies and songs and supporting themselves since they were 13 and 15?

In a nearby school district, kids are assaulting other kids and some teachers. Mostly it's the special needs kids, emotionally disturbed/learning disabled. In 21 years, one teacher said, she's never seen anything like it. They're roaming in packs. There is no discipline protocol to follow. The teachers are overwhelmed. In 21 years, there has never been budget cuts like this. It's against the law! Under the Fair Education Act, each child gets what he or she needs to get their best education regardless of the cost. There's only a few years a child is in school, but for the rest of their life they make up our society. How can we stint like this? Fifty mainstream kids per teacher in some classes, no aides anymore for some special ed kids. All the kids will show the strain, but special needs ones show it faster and harder. That's why we single them out. The parents at the school I mentioned are demanding the special ed kids be removed and put in their own school. Yeah, cut the funding so they don't get what they need to succeed in our society, and punish the weak ones already struggling, already unlucky. Don't solve the problem -- remove the victims. First nature attacked them, now budget cuts. Plenty of money for "defense"... offense, it should be called... making money off death and overpowering peoples, it should be called... but not enough for any frail ones in our country. Take it away from the disabled of body or mind, or the just plain old. The ones who CAN'T make it on their own, who need us. Remove the special ed kids from the school, and that means they can't take any mainstream classes or interact socially, with proper guidance, with "normal" peers. That doesn't set them up for succeeding in life after school. That sets them up for a lifetime of institutional care. It's a lot cheaper to house "them" all packed together. It's expensive to give the disabled the help they need to live and work in our society as individuals. Equipment, one-on-one aides, the therapies they need. Did you know that until the '80s, retarded kids were generally stuck into institutions and left there their whole lives? They didn't have the same rights to medical care the rest of us have, because they weren't considered part of "us."

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There's a gear shift you can use as a toilet handle... "the fun way to flush."

Jerry Springer came on, no sound, two feet from my face at the gym. Dumb show, but I didn't want to look around at the sadsacks there with me, nor did I wish to hole up inside my thoughts. That's why I'm there pumping senselessly anyway -- not to get a killer bod, but to get AWAY from a killer brain. So I watched two white floozies take off their heels and attack flailingly, sometimes pulling up their sundress so no boobies come all the way out. Then the half-black nerd comes out and appeared to not want either of them, and so they went after him. Jerry looked embarrassed. All the players were lame except the bodyguards. They seemed so sincere, so unflappable. They simply stood between the fighters. They did not appear concerned that they could be hurt. They were so tall with no flab or hair or jewelry for anyone to get ahold of, so what did they need fear anyway? No facial expression. How silly was anyone else in comparison. The bodyguard is the axis of all action. Action is so senseless in comparison to none. I know that's the opposite of all I wrote before. I changed my mind.