the day off

I took today off from work to get some things accomplished and yet here I sit, in front of the computer, thinking about my blog and what I can do to make it better. It’s sad. I should be outside enjoying the last days of summer, or the first days of fall, or whatever it is.

It looks nice outside.

Since I don’t have a dog anymore, I’m contemplating just walking around town this afternoon, dragging Foxie’s leash behind me.

Today is the day that I test drive hybrid cars, look into getting a bank loan, take steps to sell my Jeep, think about doing kitchen renovations, put on gutter gaurds, and all of the other things that I’ve been putting off for the past few years.

Oh, and I also have to start writing my stories for this issue of Crimewave.

Wish me luck.

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foxie

OK, I thought that I should shell out the money and sign up for Blogger Pro so that I could post this photo of Foxie. It’s been a week since we put her to sleep now and, while I’m still sad about it, things are getting a little less gloomy around the house. For one thing, Nona, the small tail-less cat, has decided to come up from the basement, where she’s been hiding, and hang out with us again.

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I see your website is back up. I guess somebody spilled a Dr. Pepper down the server or something? Did I tell you I can’t access it from work (even when it is working)? A big red hand pops up on the screen and it says ACCESS DENIED! Yet I can look at Consumption Junction all day, with their pictures of men who ran their cocks through meat grinders, and women with laser printers in their vaginas. I don’t get it. -Jeff

who do i sue?

Yup, the whole fucking system apparently went down over the weekend. I’d like to thank all of you who brought it to my attention, even though there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. For what it’s worth, there wasn’t anything new to read anyway. I haven’t written a word in about four days now. I was in Chicago with Linette, attending the wedding of our friends Kim and Jason (more on that in a minute).

As for what happened with this site, I don’t know. The host’s site (powweb.com) was down too. My guess is that they didn’t pay their electric bill, or that they laid off someone who knew how to tear everything down and shove it right back up their ass. According to a post on their site this morning though, this happened because they were moving to an even more modern facility, from which they could even better serve the needs of their clients. That kind of bullshit takes balls. I have to give them credit for that.

First off, if that were true, wouldn’t they have told us before the system went down? Wouldn’t you want to give people a heads-up and maybe even brag a bit about these new and modern facilities? Of course you would. You don’t just pull the plug on everyone and then post a one-sentence explanation the next day about how it was an improvement and how you shouldn’t be upset for losing business. That would be like Osama bin Laden coming out and saying, “Just think of all the money you saved on window washing.”

And the fact that their customer support hasn’t yet answered either of the questions that I sent to them over the past two weeks, that must be because they were preparing some kind of comprehensive action plan for improving markmaynard.com. Maybe they were calling in specialists from MIT. Or, maybe they just had to finish this super-secret base of operations first.

I can picture them now, screaming to one another over the sound of sirens and the glow of red warning lights as my email comes in to the bunker… “Damn It All to Hell! We can’t return Mark Maynard’s email right now. We just can’t risk it. The systems aren’t yet secure. It’s for his own damned good.”

I’ve already paid for 14 months of hosting though, so I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens next. Wish me luck.

As for some of your offices not allowing their employees to access markmaynard.com, I don’t know what to tell you. I guess I could write letters to all of your bosses and ask them to take the site off their “red hand” lists. I wouldn’t even have to give your name. I could just say that people at their company have contacted me, and that they’re very unhappy. And, you know, an unhappy employee is an unproductive employee.

It seems to me that people were masturbating or otherwise wasting time at work since the beginning of time. You can’t stop it. People left to their own devices will always fuck around. I don’t see the logic in blocking selected sites. If someone wants to not work, they’re not going to work. It’s like hiding the Playboys from a fifteen year-old boy. He’s either going to find them, or he’s going to make due with a copy of Sears catalog. There is no greater force in all the world than a boy who wants to jerk off or a man who wants to procrastinate.

If logic fails though, maybe I could put an image of an American flag on the front page and an inspirational quote. Maybe that would get around the “red hand.” I wonder what the “red hand” looks for. Apparently, it’s not images of pussy-surrounded facsimile machines and cock meat shredded to its roots. It must be certain words that send the “red hand” up. Or, maybe they can recognize a blog when they see one and they just assume it’s trivial and meaningless. Could that be? If someone knows, please tell me. I find this troubling. If people can’t access this site at work, I’m sunk. There’s no way people would read this on their own time. Not a chance.

panty beer sponge

The wedding in Chicago was good. The service was short and Unitarian, and the reception was held in an old barn somewhere about an hour outside of Chicago. I was the designated driver, so I just got to sit back and watch Linette get drunk to the point of saying, after grabbing someone for a hug and thereby spilling a beer down her back, “It’s OK. My panties soaked up all the beer.” I can’t tell you how proud she makes me sometimes.

The music was great, the bride and groom were both insanely happy, and Linette and I even ventured out onto the dance floor for the first time in about five years.

It’s becoming painfully obvious, however, that we and our friends are growing old. Not only weren’t there drinking games, there were actual discussions about illnesses, aches and pains. At one point in the evening, I found myself telling my friend Dave about my tendonitis, only to be told in return about the mysterious lump on the back of his head. I’m sure we had shit like that in the past, but I don’t think that any of us cared about it. Now bunions are more important to us than music though. Also, I had more than one conversation about 401k plans and mortgage rates. One of those was with a friend who just a few years before was telling me about his having spent a weekend smoking crack with a prostitute he met on the street in San Francisco. Now he’s got a staff, a fucking staff that works for him, and his house was just on an official Chicago home tour.

It was also odd in that on Friday evening, the night before the wedding, we chose for the most part to just hang around and look at photo albums. When did we all become nostalgic? And when did that become more important than stumbling from bar to bar?

All in all, it was a great little getaway and I’d like to thank Elizabeth and Flick for playing host and serving drinks.

Would it be bad if I were to mention that, according to rumor, Flick shaves his balls? Can you thank someone and then call them a ball-shaver in the next sentence? Maybe I shouldn’t mention it, but we did spend an awful lot of time talking about that too. Actually, maybe that’s a sign of hope. Maybe we aren’t so old after all. The 401 K talk was punctuated with shouts of “ball shaver!” I don’t think my parents still do that kind of thing. (By that I mean yelling hurtful insults, not shaving balls.)

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Happy Terrorism Day, Everybody!

That was the firs thing I said when I got to work this morning. I just walked through the door, saw our administrative staff sitting quietly at their desks, fumbled around for a second trying to think of the right thing to say, and then blurted out, “Happy Terrorism Day, everybody.” The funny thing is, I wasn’t trying to be funny. That’s just what came out when I opened my stupid mouth.

What are other people saying today? It is kind of a holiday, and we introduce all of our other holidays with either a “happy” or a “merry.” But this holiday, unlike the others, is a sad holiday. We don’t have any other holidays like that. Maybe Easter was like that once, when it was really about the death of Jesus, but, like everything else, it’s changed over time. Wouldn’t it be weird if this became a holiday like Easter in the future, where people dyed eggs with their kids and told stories about giant, gift-bearing rabbits? How do you go from the crucifixion of God’s only son to chocolate bunny rabbits anyway? How long did that evolution take? Was there an intermediary step, like a chocolate Jesus with long ears and buckteeth?

And, as for calling it Terrorism Day, I know that sounds bad, but I don’t know what else I could have called it. As far as I know, it’s only been called “9-11,” and that doesn’t sound right to me. You can’t really say, “Happy 9-11 Day,” the way you can with all of our other holidays. Someone needs to think something up.

So, that’s how I started my day, being stared at like some sort of gruesome freak. I really didn’t mean anything by it though. I certainly didn’t mean to make light of what happened a year ago.

For the record, I think mass murder is bad and I frown on terrorism.

Now Shave My Balls for the Glorification of Allah

OK, maybe I’m provincial, but this next story, copied from the Associated Press wire service, leaves me scratching my pointy, little, hillbilly head. If it’s some kind of religious practice that I’m not aware of, I apologize for making fun. I’ve just never heard of men, regardless of their nationality, having to shave each other completely nude in a public restroom. If you can explain it to me, I’d really appreciate it.

While I’ve never seen gay, Middle Eastern porn, this is what I imagine it would be like. (And, yes, I do imagine what gay, Middle Eastern porn is like quite often.)

By JENNY MARBERRY, Associated Press Writer

FORT SMITH, Ark. (AP) – An airliner was diverted to Fort Smith on Wednesday because four passengers behaved strangely on the flight, including at least three who locked themselves in a restroom, possibly shaving their body hair.

No injuries were reported.

Federal officials, speaking on a condition of anonymity, said the incident was not believed to be related to terrorism.

However, KSTP-TV in Minneapolis, where Northwest Airlines is based, quoted an unidentified source as saying the men were “shaving themselves clean.” A source speaking on condition of anonymity told The Associated Press that people aboard the airplane gave investigators similar accounts.

After last year’s terror attacks, documents found in the luggage of attack leader Mohamed Atta gave what appeared to be instructions for the suicide hijackers: “The previous night, shave the extra hair from the body (and) pray.”

The men appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, said Jim Harris, a spokesman for Gov. Mike Huckabee.

Federal Aviation Administration spokesman Scott Brenner said some people were detained by the FBI at Fort Smith, but he didn’t know how many. The FBI office at Little Rock said the men were taken off the plane but their whereabouts were unknown.

The Bush administration had raised the nation’s terror alert warning to its second highest level Tuesday — code orange — signaling a “high risk” of attack on the anniversary of the Sept. 11 attacks.

Northwest Airlines Flight 979, an Airbus A320 traveling from Memphis, Tenn., to Las Vegas with 94 passengers and a crew of five, landed at Fort Smith late Wednesday morning, Northwest spokeswoman Mary Beth Schubert said.

No fighter jets were launched to accompany the aircraft, said Maj. Douglas Martin of the North American Aerospace Defense Command.

The Northwest pilots decided themselves to land at Fort Smith as a precaution, the airline said in a statement.

Schubert said she could not elaborate on what alarmed the crew and could not confirm information about the alleged shaving.

Police and firefighters surrounded the aircraft, sitting at the end of a runway, and other passengers were taken to a terminal.

No other air traffic in the area was affected, said Dave Steigman, a spokesman for the Transportation Security Agency.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Associated Press writers Scott Lindlaw in Washington and Kelly P. Kissel in Little Rock contributed to this report.

I didn’t think it was possible that I could find the events of last September 11 even more horrifying, but this story has done it. The thought that Mohamed Atta and his men could have all sprung buck-naked, and completely shaven, from the bathrooms of their flights is enough to send me back to church.

Actually, no kidding, what are the chances that things really happened that way last year? It would help explain, I think, how the terrorists were able to take over the aircrafts on that fateful morning. They certainly would have had the element of surprise on their side, with their little, shaven wieners and radical Islamic ball sacks flopping around from side to side as the charged down the aisles.

Just a thought.

Mohamed Atta: In the Company of Men

OK, I’m ready to be chastised by all of my gay friends for this, but that last article sounded super-gay to me and it made me recall something I’d read a few months ago about Mohamed Atta and the theory that he was gay. (If you’re interested, I just found an article on this subject at the gay news and opinion site 365gay.com. My hope is that by taking a story from there, I won’t appear to be homophobic. I don’t know why it concerns me, but I think that if I support the theory that Mohamed Atta was gay that people will yell at me. I personally don’t see it. I don’t get angry and defensive when people point out that Hitler was a bad artist. Anyway, there’s the link if you want to use it.)

So, here’s what I have to say. I haven’t read the Koran, but my bet is that it doesn’t come right out, with open arms and welcome the gay members of the Muslim community into the fold. I don’t recall seeing any rainbow-colored “Jihad” posters being waved about in the streets of Islamabad on the days following 9-11. Assuming that’s the case, and that homosexuality is frowned upon, isn’t it conceivable that you’d have some young guys that wouldn’t mind dying? It seems to be logical enough to me. If I was told I could never have sex with a woman, and if people talked behind my back because I wasn’t married to a man, I’d sign up for a martyrdom… I think I’m right about this too. Any culture that stones a woman to death for showing her ankles, or driving a car, can’t be too supportive of hot man-on-man action.

So, there’s your explanation.

It’s the same with Catholicism. (Please don’t be mad at me. I love the Catholics. My first girlfriend was a Catholic.) If you tell young boys that if they’re gay they’re going to burn in hell, you don’t leave them many options. All you do is fuck them up. And, as a result, you force them into the only acceptable roles there are for men that don’t want to marry and be with women — they go into the clergy. (The other alternative is that they unhappily play the role of a straight man, either choosing to act on their natural feelings without the knowledge of their families or they keep their feelings bottled up inside. (The sane ones either leave the church or stay in it as gay men and try to change things from the inside.))

So, here’s my thesis. Religion is fucked up.

The two best things that any of these so-called enemy nations of ours can do, I think, is to extend equal rights to women and accept homosexuality. I bet you anything, you’d have fewer suicide bombers, terrorists, and religious zealots.

That’s my thought for Terrorism Day. Good night.

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