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Hi.

In an attempt to mask the banality that is my life, I tried to write something that was action-packed and involved fast cars, hot ladies and a bank heist. As I am not that imaginative, I just deleted the whole sordid mess of a thing and opted to just go ahead and relay some of the boring events and conversations that have taken place in my little world within in the past few days. You’ll probably find it boring but just be glad you don’t have to live it.

I went to dinner at Zio’s the other night with my friend Adam. To our surprise we got a very attractive waitress, Ashley, to wait on us. It’s an anomaly when that happens because it seems no matter where I go I always get a guy to wait on us. It’s not a sexist thing but I would much rather talk to a cute girl than some forty-year old dude. Unfortunately, I am not very good with women so whenever she would come by and ask how the food was I could only respond with a dumbfounded “Er, pretty good.” That’s as far as the conversation went. I’m a moron.

I ordered an appetizer of Calamari. When it arrived Adam began to push some of them aside. He was separating them on the plate into two very distinct groups. He said he had a problem with the baby ones because he can’t eat anything that maintains the same shape after it is cooked as it did when it was alive. This sparked a five minute long debate as to other foods he didn’t have a problem with that I claimed did maintain their shape after being cooked. He enjoys shrimp but said that a cooked shrimp clearly differs in shape than the shape of a live shrimp. I vehemently disagreed. He brought up lobster tail. Again I brought up that if you had a regular lobster tail next to a cooked one, it would be quite obvious that it was the same exact thing. It was at this point that Adam said “It’s becoming quite obvious why neither of us have girlfriends.” That brought that debate to a halt pretty quick.

What could be more pointless than that you didn’t ask? Well I’ll tell you.

I work for a multi-billion dollar company located in downtown OKC. It’s a thankless, soul-sucking office job just like the one we all wanted as children. I know we all have office stories that are unbelievable. Here is one of them.

I have a small fan on my desk, no larger than eight inches wide. It’s just enough to keep the air flowing. It’s provides a nice little escape from the stagnant air that hangs over every part of our office like an atmosphere made of translucent depression. I went home the other night and forgot to turn it off. One of the managers on my floor noticed that I had left it on after I left. Now here’s where it gets as complicated as the plot to a Spanish soap opera.

The manager who noticed that the fan was left on tells my manager to write me up for leaving my fan on as it is a fire hazard. She then says that she is going to have a meeting with her manager to set up another meeting to create a buddy list so we can all make sure our co-workers fans are off to prevent the three high rise complex, that covers an entire city block, I work in from burning to the ground as a result of a small electric fan.

Today I was informed that I forgot to turn the fan off again last night. I was told that I have to take my fan home now as it is a fire hazard if I leave it on. This came up in a managerial staff meeting. What is my point with all of this? Well hopefully the following will be a testament to the bureaucratic joke that is office life.

First off, why was it so hard to turn the fan off? I get that I forgot to turn it off. Twice. But a meeting about it with managers and a staff meeting? I mean, sure, my little fan is made of dried woodchips and runs on a combustible mixture of ethanol and sulfur, but can you not turn it off?

Second, the people I work for are well over fifty and have worked for this company longer than I have been alive. It makes me sad that someone’s life has reached a point where a desk fan being left on is causing them some sort of unease. It’s not that they are worried about protecting the lives of everyone in the building, it’s just that I feel they have sad and empty lives. It’s people who care about such things that make me fear for my life. Not in that my life is in danger of anything but that I’m wasting it. If I ever get to the point where I have written on an agenda “Discuss dangers of desk fan with boss.” that’s the moment I’ll have realized I’ve wasted it all.

One of the other ‘joys’ of working downtown is the parking. In an attempt to not walk a mile from my car to my office and back everyday, and to further appease my apathy, I try to park on the street as much as possible. In my attempt to do this I have inadvertently started a battle with the meter man down here. That’s right. I said meter MAN. Everyone needs a job I guess.

I used to park at a meter and then just go ahead and plug it every hour. This worked for a couple of days until I had a staff meeting to attend and was unable to plug it. Then I forgot. All in the same day. I went to my car and had three tickets. Crap! You win this time Meter Man!

The next day I made a point of being down there every hour on the hour. I went down there for lunch and I had time in the meter but a ticket on my car. This time it was for staying in the same spot too long despite there being time in the meter. Everyone here does that but I guess he hates me. You win again Meter Man!

I was so mad that I wanted to find him in his little Meter Man Mobile and just push it over. It has all of the structural integrity of a shopping cart made of Legos but it probably wouldn’t do any good. He would probably just have to extend his arm to tip himself back up. That and I don’t want to assault an employee of the city. Besides, I don’t have the forty bucks it costs to replace one of those little cars.

So yesterday I won a round. I parked on the street at a meter. I waited until it was time to plug the meter then I would go down and move my car to an empty spot and plug the meter there. Every time I walked out he had written the time he came by in chalk on my tire. He lost though because I just kept moving my car! Ahhhhhh ha-ha-ha-ha. I win this round Meter Man!

I need a life.

Thanks to Look @ OKC and the fine folks at Ch Kona Entertainment Joel David’s podcasts are now available online by accessing the main Look@OKC page. Now you can hear the monotone voice behind the monotone ramblings.

We will be recording another fresh batch of hilarity this weekend and I would like for you to be a part of it. Mail me at lookatjoeldavid@gmail.com with what you think the worst movie lines of all time are. We will cover some of the responses on the air. Who knows, your name might be uttered on the Joel David show. Yay!

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SONG – Plateau by Nirvana off of their Unplugged album. The lyrics and the emotion which with they are sung make for a truly haunting song. So listen to it to get haunted.

MOVIE – Capote. Phillip Seymour Hoffman proves that he is one of the best actors around. That’s the most generic thing ever written by the way.

Holla.

- Joel David

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Hello.

So I was perusing the internet and found the blog written by Purcell’s least favorite son, Kevin Underwood. I found something quite disturbing on there. Now with most tragedies the media loves to attribute going nuts and becoming violent on one’s taste in entertainment. With the kids from Columbine the media tried to blame the actions of those kids on the fact they listened to Marilyn Manson. We’ll all just go ahead and ignore the fact that they had access to guns and years of daily persecution behind them. Whether it’s violent movies or music there seems to always be some sort of celebrity or type of entertainment that gets a bit of the blame.

Underwood really didn’t write anything on his blog that indicated he was way out of his mind. He basically had all the writing integrity of a depressed fifteen year old Hot Topic employee. I was left wondering what could have possibly driven him to something so violent and horrible. Then I saw it. He had links to two of the most evil and devious websites I’ve ever seen. The first was unbelievably heinous. A link to Star Trek: The Next Generation star Wil Wheaton’s official website. The other link was to comedian Weird Al Yankovic’s website. How did we not see this coming a mile away? Based on media logic, if one enjoys Star Trek and parody songs they clearly are going to end up killing someone. Damn you Wil Wheaton and Weird Al! When will you step forward and claim responsibility for what this man did?!

He did list that he listened to Marilyn Manson but he also listed Chumbawumba as one of his favorite groups. Who is that? They were that one hit wonder who did that Tub-thumping song some years ago. “He drinks a whiskey drink. He drinks a lager drink. He sings the songs that remind him of the good times. He sings the songs that remind him of the better times.” and so on and so forth. Maybe his real crime is wallowing in mediocre entertainment.

I only wish to point out that entertainment does not dictate action. If one does allow their taste in entertainment to dictate their actions, the problem is not the entertainment but rather the person. It’s all about taking responsibility for one’s actions. As a society we are so willing to blame someone’s actions on a litany of things, but rarely is one of those things one’s inability to cope with anything sane. Maybe this guy was just crazy. Maybe this guy acted out violent fantasies fueled by his own inability to adapt to society. Perhaps a lifetime of self imposed solitude as a result of being made fun of constantly brings about violent behavior. We’ll never really know but I’m willing to bet it wasn’t because he watched Star Trek or liked horrible music or thought parody songs were funny.

Personally I think that if people would take the time to listen to other’s without prejudice, we might avert more tragedies then we’ll ever know about. The smallest act of kindness might just save someone’s life. Also, if you’re nice to that guy you think is crazy, he’ll probably cross you off his list of potential victims.

- Joel

www.chkona.com
www.myspace.com/joeldavidd

I’m not one to try to write things that provoke people. If that were the case I would post everyday about the president or organized religion or the hypocrisy of mankind as a whole. Today I chose to write about something that is a pretty sensitive subject. I just thought I’d let you know before you thought you were going to be reading the same mediocre jokes you’re used to.

As everyone knows by now, there was a tragedy this past week in the small town of Purcell in Oklahoma. I will not go into the details as they are too morbid to be covered here. I will say that it involved someone killing a child. That is as detailed as I’ll get with it. There are some issues involved with this that I feel I have to talk about which are indicative of larger societal problems.

There seems to be a lot of people calling for the death of the murderer. Someone went so far as to bring a rope and a large bucket to the courthouse where the accused was getting arraigned. A one man lynch mob. That’s a well thought out plan. I have even heard so called Christians asking for this man’s death. Please understand that I am not defending a child molesting cannibal. I would just like to point out that no matter what happens to this guy, there is nothing that can be done to undo what he has already done. No one has ever been put to death and all pain and suffering caused by this person immediately was vanquished from the souls of his living victims. If that were the case Hitler’s death would have brought about immeasurable joy.

Some people say that capital punishment is this country’s only justice. For who? The family of the victim still lost a loved one and has to live forever with the knowledge of what happened. The murderer’s family now has to experience the same pain and suffering inflicted on the victim’s family by the murderer. The murderer is dead so he or she doesn’t have to think about what they did ever again. No one wins except those people with so much hate in their hearts that they would find some twisted solace in the death of a complete stranger. How does that make one different from someone who actually acted on that in the first place?

If people are looking for closure, closure comes from within. People who are religious may believe that their God offers them closure. Other people gain closure through time. There is no one way to attain closure. There also is no proof that the death of anything brings emotional closure.

I know that some people might respond with “The Bible says this…” or “the Bible explains that…” to try to defend their point of view, to which I can only respond by saying that I cannot refute statements made by people so blinded by their own beliefs they are unwilling to see any other possible truth. People whose greatest defense is their personal interpretation of something cannot be refuted. I can tell you that I believe that grass is purple and the sun is made of ice, and if I believe in that so passionately that I am unwilling to entertain any type of statement refuting that, you will never sway me because I am a self contained defense machine. It is dangerous that some people’s logic is too often the result of an ‘I believe it so it must be true’ thought process. Trying to make a point with someone like that is an exercise in futility. It’s the same reason I don’t try to make points to brick walls.

It also appalls me that parents of any child can openly discuss how much this man needs to die. People live by example and if a child grows up thinking that murder is the appropriate action to take when someone does something wrong, that’s disturbing. Be better parents and don’t teach your children hate and revenge and ‘justice’ by death. That only works in Chuck Norris movies.

If you really want to get all theological on me, remember this, the ten commandments proclaim that God said, “Thou shalt not kill.” There is no asterisk next to that stating that only applies to people who kill to fulfill some sick fantasy. No, that also applies to those people who want to kill murderers. Killing is killing. Plain and simple.

If people are set on putting someone to death for a crime, why is murder the big one? A lot of people only commit murder once. Yeah, it’s still wrong ,and I’m not defending murderers in the least, but if you really are set on murdering someone, why not those people whose victims are still alive? I’m not saying getting murdered doesn’t suck, but victims of murder don’t have to deal with what happened to them as opposed to someone who is raped or molested. If you want to have a go at someone, I would push for those people who abuse children or rape women. Aside from those things being, in my humble opinion, worse than murder, those actions usually aren’t stand alone events. You rarely hear of someone raping only one person or molesting one child. Usually these people are sick and demented individuals whose sick desires outweigh their self-control. These are the ones who are true threats to society.

In summation I do not think that capital punishment solves anything. It obviously isn’t a deterrent for these actions, as recently proven by the Purcell incident. It is a fact that it does cost more to murder someone than to keep them alive and in prison for life so there goes that argument. It won’t make anyone happy as there is no positive outcome to any situation such as this.

Then again, I might be wrong.

- Joel

Good evening people.

I have not been absent due to illness or new found love. Nope. No good reason really. I have just been spending all of my free time watching LOST. Now I know why everyone else is all about this show. It all started when I borrowed my brother’s copy of the first season of LOST on DVD. I burned through all six discs in a few days. I am retarded. So basically I have been wasting my life one episode of LOST at a time. I’ve even gone so far as to download this season’s episodes from iTunes in an effort to ‘catch up’. I really can’t convey to all of you how much of a loser I feel over that.

Moving on.

So the big to do right now is immigration. Since I am the voice of a generation, I figured I’d better say something. Oh, by ‘voice of a generation’ I mean ‘some loser with a computer’.

As I do not know enough of the specifics as I’ve been wasting my time watching a year old TV show, I can only state my opinion, and, be honest, that’s all you really wanted anyway. Here is what I think. I do not have a problem with making those illegal immigrants that are already here, citizens. If you’ve been here for more than a year and have been gainfully employed, welcome! We’re glad to have you.

How do we keep illegal immigrants from entering the country while processing those that are already here? I think we need to shut the borders down for three years. This will give us ample time to allow those who are already here to apply, and get, citizenship. You can’t expect to deal with the millions of illegal immigrants that are here if you’re not stopping them at the source. That’s as absurd as fighting a war when there is no real opponent or objective. We would never let that happen. Wait. Scratch that last part.

We don’t need to close the borders? We have a Border Patrol to keep illegal immigrants out? Huh. Ponder this. The Bush administration cut funding to the Border Patrol which is why our borders are now protected by a bunch of right-wing, gun wielding, rednecks who were too stupid to become real cops. I’m not talking about the Border Patrol. I’m talking about these half assed militia groups who sit down there all day drinking beer and ‘protecting our country’. We have basically allowed a group of guys who spend their weekends watching Steven Seagal movies and sharpening their scythes in preparation for Armageddon to protect our borders. Power to the people is something I agree with, but those nut jobs? Really? It’s like a group of Larry the Cable Guy loving Klansmen who are foaming at the mouth just to shoot a minority that are down there. “No way Joel! These are good Americans who love their country and want to protect it. You don’t know what you’re talking about!” As a grandson of a thirty year veteran of the Border Patrol, I think I have a pretty good idea.

“Look Joel. You don’t get it. These damn Mexicans are coming in and taking all of our jobs!” Really? When was the last time you applied to be a lettuce picker who only makes eight cents an hour? When was the last time you lost a sweet ass dishwashing job to someone? Never? That’s what I thought. The illegal immigrants in this country are here because of the opportunity America offers. These are people who do the crappiest jobs because, honestly, we won’t do them ourselves. If it weren’t for illegal immigrants, you more than likely wouldn’t have a mowed lawn, or clean dishes at IHOP or anyone to park your car when you go out to eat. It is time to stop persecuting the people who do those jobs. They are trying to make a living just like you and me. If you really want to fault someone for jobs going to illegal immigrants, fault the rich, white business owners who hire them. If you came to a country and someone offered you more money than you could imagine to do a job, and you knew you were in that country illegally, you would take it. They are only taking advantage of the opportunities given to them by American business owners. Don’t fault the immigrants.

My only hang up with the opposing side of the issue is that someone recently compared the plight of the illegal immigrants to that of slaves. Uh, no. Not even close. There weren’t a lot of Africans clamoring to get here. As a matter of fact not one single slave ever said “Wow, I can’t wait to get beaten, taken from my home and my family and shipped to America where they will continue to beat me and disrespect me and rape my people’s women and make me pick cotton in the heat until the day I die. Going to America is going to be great!” Not one slave EVER said that. This was not the land of opportunity to slaves. It was the land of effing slavery. To illegal immigrants, this land is the land of opportunity. They come here by choice, not by being beaten and dragged over here. Those are two totally different things so don’t even try to compare the two.

I think a lot of this opposition is rooted in racism. Who cares? Not me. I could care less what someone looks like or where they are from. We’re all gonna be beige in a thousand years anyway. Enough of this ‘protecting the white race’ crap. The white race hasn’t been worth protecting since, well, as long as there has been a white race. We have a history of rampant persecution and hate of all things not white. Those white people who do want to ‘protect the white race’ should go ahead and just accept the fact that more than likely your daughter or son, if they’re lucky, will date outside of their race and you’ll end up with a beautiful grandchild either way. It’s not about the white race. It’s about the human race. Get over it. Life is way too short to hate someone for their race or religion or whatever lame ass reason makes one feel better about themselves because they think someone else is inferior. Hate in and of itself exudes an inferiority of character beyond measure.

So where do I stand on the issue? If you’re here, you stay. Close the borders for three years to allow the immigrants that are already here to get citizenship. After that, anyone who wants to live here needs to apply for citizenship. Simple as that. Done deal. Now let’s move on.

By the way, Mexican women are hot. Just thought I’d throw that in there in case some hot Latina thinks I’m cool for siding with her people. That would be totally sweet. Hola Telemundo Chicas!

RIGHT NOW

SONG - Funk Phenomena by Armand Van Helden. This song is muy dope.

MOVIE - Stand & Deliver. In an effort to appeal to my Latino friends I figured I would recommend a movie with Lou Diamond Phillips that wasn’t La Bamba. Unfortunately this movies sucks just as bad as anything else he has done. And no, I didn’t forget about Young Guns II.

Holla.

- Joel
www.chkona.com
www.myspace.com/joeldavidd

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Dean is dead. Not a guy named Dean, although I’m sure someone, somewhere named Dean did die. I meant my fish Dean. Mothereffing Wal-Mart fish. At least I didn’t have him long enough to get attached. As much as they’d like to I’m glad Wal-Mart doesn’t sell women or children because if the longevity of their fish serves as a testament to their ‘keeping things alive’ policy, that would probably be a bad idea.

Get ready for the seemingly godless rant of a ‘writer’. Here goes.

There is apparently a book out now in which the author states that he has seen proof, that Jesus was indeed married. Not Jesus Rodriguez who does my taxes either. No, Jesus Christ. Unlike Dan Brown’s fictional The DaVinci Code, this book is non-fiction. Who cares? Apparently people with weak faith. There is an uproar over whether or not Christ was married. When did we turn Jesus into a celebrity? He isn’t Angelina Jolie or Ashton Kutcher. We shouldn’t care whether or not he was married because that has no bearing on the work he did.

If you truly believe that Jesus was the son of God and that he died for your sins, it shouldn’t matter whether or not he was married or had kids. If you can’t look past the possibility that he was married and see him for the work he did and the impact he had on millions of lives to this day, then perhaps you should question your own faith. To believe that Jesus was infallible negates the idea of him being the son of God as man. We know that Christ got angry and violent. Those are emotions not becoming an infallible son of God. So why is hard to believe that maybe he was married? In all actuality, it doesn’t matter either way. If you believe someone died for your sins, then who cares if he had a wife? Your sins are forgiven. Move on.

The people who are so adamant about Christ not having been married are the same exact people who hold marriage in such high regard. “We can’t let the gays marry! What? Ain’t no way Jesus was married, he wouldn’t do something that horrible!” You can either entertain the idea he was married and go ahead and continue to champion the cause of an ever failing institution, or go ahead and believe that maybe Christ wasn’t married, which makes your argument for the sanctity of marriage a little weak. I mean if you don’t believe Jesus got married, what makes marriage so great? Either way, none of it matters. People are going to believe what they are told because it is easier that way. Religion is social meth. People need to belong to a fun little club. I know very few people, myself included, who either have, or at one time did, attend church for the sole benefit of bettering one’s soul. It is a social thing. People go to church because either their parents made them and they just decided to waste their Sundays through adulthood, or they went ahead and went because their friends did. Neither of those is bettering one’s soul at all.

Recently a friend of mine said “I don’t get why being a Muslim is so great. I wish I could stop hearing about how great it is to be a Muslim. That’s just an oppressive religion.” First of all, I don’t know who is saying being a Muslim is so great. Personally I wouldn’t want to be a Muslim because they are vilified in the media and assumptions are made that they are all evil terrorists, which, I promise you, they are not. Second, all religions are oppressive. Christianity persecutes gay people or tells a girl she is going to hell for getting an abortion or frowns on inter-racial relationships. Muslims tell people they are going to get ‘x’ amount of virgins for killing thousands of innocent people or stone women who want nothing more then to learn to read. Buddhists believe that suffering is the only way to happiness. If that were true Ethiopians, burn victims and orphaned children would be the happiest people on Earth. I know I used some generalizations just now, and that is not fair. I am not speaking of ALL Christians or Muslims or Buddhists. However, you cannot deny that there are certain people who claim to be any number of things and end up doing evil horrible things in the name of their God. For more information on that Google George W. Bush or Osama Bin Laden.

I am not condemning all Christians or Muslims or Buddhists or Scientologists or whatever you may believe. What you believe is what you believe and it is not my job to change that. I can only attempt to point out the blatant hypocrisy offered up by almost every major religion. You are just as right or wrong about everything as someone else who may believe in a different way of getting to Heaven than you do. It comes down to what you personally believe. It is a personal choice. Free will is a blessing from God, whichever one you might believe in.

Also, for proof that Jesus was married you need look no further then the registry at Target. Turns out Jesus wanted an iPod. Huh. I hope he got it!

That having been said, let’s move on to more trivial affairs.

I recently moved into an apartment and put my washer and dryer into storage. I had forgotten the ‘joys’ of a communal laundry room. This last week someone stole my hamper. Why the hell someone would steal my hamper is beyond me. It wasn’t gold plated or anything. It was just a basic white hamper. I would have given the guy six bucks. I assume it was a guy because women don’t have to steal hampers. That is unless the woman is a meth head who thought that perhaps my hamper was a portal to another dimension. In that case it’s perfectly understandable. As there are no meth heads in my complex I doubt that’s the case.

See how stupid crap about a lost hamper eases the rage invoked by my bad mouthing religion? You don’t? Oh. Sorry.

RIGHT NOW

SONG - Imagine by John Lennon. Just listen to it and if any part of that song makes you angry, you are the exact person he wrote that song for.

MOVIE - Saved! starring Mandy Moore. If you watch this movie and it makes you angry, you are the exact person this movie was made for.

MY BLOG - If you read this and any part of it angered you, you are the exact person I wrote this for.

Holla.

- Joel

www.chkona.com
www.myspace.com/joeldavidd

Hello.

I recently bought two Bettas at Wal-Mart. Bettas are fish, for those of you lucky enough to have a real life. I feel bad though because they are listless as hell. I named them Frank and Dean as in Sinatra and Martin respectively. You can’t put them in the same tank because they will kill each other. Kind of like pit bulls only there is no chance that one of them will chew my face off.

I only know about fish because I managed the fish department at Wal-Mart a while back. That is not a lie and God knows I wish it was. I was Joel the fish department manager. It was funny when I quit Wal-Mart because my boss was an ass. He was cheating on his wife and she was a sweetheart and they had just had a kid. He told me once that he was going to lunch with his girlfriend and that if his wife came by to lie to her. As I cannot abide cheating and wasn’t a huge fan of his, I totally busted him. His wife showed up and asked where he was. I told him he was eating lunch with some girl. She was pissed, but as far as I know they are still together. Women. When I quit I just didn’t show up for two weeks. He had to take all the live fish orders. When I did show up to turn in my vest he yelled at me and told me I could never work at a Wal-Mart again. Oh well. I did see him a few months afterwards stocking milk at a Buchanan’s in Moore. I laughed and laughed at him.

There was another boss at Wal-Mart I had who was a huge moron too. One day we were in the back receiving area and there were twenty foot high stacks of dog food that I had to climb on to get something off of the top shelf. Because he was lazy I had to throw the bags down to where he was standing and hope that they landed the way I wanted them to. After fifteen minutes of that he said, “Throw me a bag of dog food. Hurry!” I wondered what the cause of this new work ethic was and it was because his boss was coming. When his boss walked up he noticed I had climbed up on top the stacks of dog food. He yelled at me and then my boss yelled at me too and said he had told me to get down but I wouldn’t listen. Great. My boss’ boss walks off and my boss tells me to hurry up and that he’s done helping me. I was pissed. He bent over and I chucked a fifty pound bag of dog food on him. Apparently fifty pounds of dog food from twenty feet up can hurt one’s back. Lesson learned. The other lesson learned? Don’t cross me mofoes lest I be throwin some dog food on that ass yo!

That boss ended up getting moved from the store I was at because he was caught on camera sleeping with the overnight receiving manager on a pallet of cat litter. He was married with a couple of kids. That’s good stuff right there.

When I left I took a scanning gun and logged in under my manager’s name and went through the store and ordered the maximum amount of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and plastic forks and knives. I found out a month after I did that they got three trucks full of Reese’s and two trucks of plastic forks and knives. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I love me sometimes.

So I bought some fish. Yeah. That’s the story.

Someone recently sent me a link to something that blew my mind. It has to do with 9-11 so get ready to be really angry. You have to watch it with an open mind. That’s all I will say about it. It is a long clip but well worth watching. You’re not really working anyway otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this right now. Here is the link.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5137581991288263801&q=loose+change

Get ready to be amazed. It’s not a good type of amazing either. It’s more of an ‘I can’t believe this’ type of amazing. I would like to know what you think of it, whoever is reading this.

RIGHT NOW

SONG- Heaven by DJ Sammy - This song makes me think of The Pub. I had the best times at that club. I really miss it. I had one of the best birthdays there and it wasn’t even a party for me. Just something else to remind of how inept I am when it comes to women. So yeah. The Pub.

MOVIE - Red Eye with Rachel McAdams. I like her a lot because she seems to be smart when it comes to roles she chooses. It was nice to see her play an independent woman who wasn’t all hung up over some guy in this movie.

GOAL FOR TOMORROW - To write more interesting things.

Holla.

- Joel David
www.chkona.com
www.myspace.com/joeldavidd