Ow! My balls!

In all seriousness, my balls hurt.

They aren't in terrible pain. They're not swollen. There is a very dull, very minor "ache" but it's almost all the time.

It started yesterday. So far, I'm fairly certain it's a pulled muscle or a slight hernia. I don't have any other symtoms (thank God), and recently upped my weights at the gym. All the websites I've checked seem to be in agreement, especially since the pain is relatively minor (all things considered).

I don't have insurance right now, so I'm really praying for the pulled muscle.

Oh, I also took my fiance and my sore balls to see CORPSE BRIDE. Jami and I thought it was really "cute". My balls thought the songs were weak and the ending was too easy.

Fun At Last In Real Time

Long ago, Bill Maher became some sort of bizarre toolbag of epic proportions.
Honest to God, it's not because he changed his opinions.

Bill Maher was -more or less- a Libertarian when POLITICALLY INCORRECT first started.
The people he had on the show were usually more or less intellectually and educationally balanced. In other words, he wouldn't have a token conservative on to get out-yelled by a couple respected Liberals.

If there were two entertainers, there would generally be one pundit conservative or journalist to slap around the loosey-goosey regurgitate ideologies.

Some time ago (so long ago, I don't recall when it happened) Bill was embraced by Hollywood. Probably about the time his show moved from Comedy Central to CBS. He became a mouthpiece for every mealy-mouthed liberal movement from socialized medicine to opposing school vouchers (which he used to support). Basically, everything short of animal rights (tee-hee...I can't even say it without giggling).

Tonight, he had Christopher Hitchens, George Galloway and Andrea Mitchell. It was the "Brit" Real Time.
Andrea Mitchell I'd seen on TV before, and I've read lots of Hitchens. I wasn't familiar with Galloway. It turns out that Galloway is essentially part of anti-Semitic Europe and in parliament (not George Clinton's band but Great Britian's version of Congress).

The fun part was watching Christopher Hitchens take apart Galloway and Maher like a piece of fried chicken. They were getting onto the idea of the war "creating 10,000 Bin Ladens" and that they hate us because of the war.

"They" being fundamentalist Islam, have hated us forever. Hitchens told a great story about the first attack from the Middle East on the US coming in the 17th century. He gave good reason for why this idea is nonsense, and outright attacked Galloway for bending over for the Middle East.

Maher's response? He quickly changed the topic to KATE MOSS!!

Maher can be quoted any number of times for criticizing the media and America (and not wrongly) about focusing on the wrong things such as celebrity.

I guess when the flash and pizazz of celebrity can save you face and deflect from an intellectual and ideological ass-kicking, it's all good.

A Bunch of Excuses and one Reason

While many of the attacks levied against this blog by a retarded albino manatee are true, a couple are false.

As my last blog entry said, I was sick as hell. That's excuse number one.

A few days after that con and before I was well, I found out that my t-shirt partner had secured last-minute booth space at Dragon-Con. So, I had only a few days to replenish my nerd-shirt supply and prepare my super badass Volvo s40 for the drive to Atlanta.

Then I was, um...in Atlanta for five days. That's excuse number two.

On returning from Atlanta, I had an interview two days after I returned. The interview was in a field that I haven't worked in before. Even though it was doing PR within that new field, I spent two days doing research.

-at this point, Jami got on the keyboard-
Also, I have been participating in sweaty man-orgies that can last for many days at a time. A great deal of chafing kept me confined to bed, but as Rico has applied many salves to my anticipating
-I returned from peeing here-

Isn't she a scream? She'll scream when I beat her for this.

Finally and most importantly, the blog has achieved it's primary goal; I'm writing a feature script.

The whole point of this blog was to sharpen my writing muscles. It was supposed to get me to pen something, at least semi-regularly. Since my former job required that I write the most robotically inane and lame shit, I basically hadn't written anything real since I left my job at WB26.

So, with lots of coal in the inspirado oven, I spend all my typy time developing my treatment. It's just about halfway done and I anticipate the first draft going to my advisors sometime next week.

So there's my one reason.

And I WILL post about the con...for the one or two people that read this that I didn't already just tell about the con.

As far as the truth in Bigtobest...I do laugh at everything. Including Big's unfortunate condition of penile Infantecimalitis.