The death penalty. Chrissy said we're all monsters. Of course she is right. Justice will be served, or at least to the best of the abilities of our poor system.

Life is NOT FAIR!

Why should anyone expect more? Heads outa the sand, people. This is America, land of the free.

McVeigh wasn't rich. He had a lawyer from my home town of Enid. Need more be said?

The death penalty will be appealed endlessly, anyway. Probably a goodly portion of the population will die before 'ol Tim does. Well, not a goodly portion maybe, but a bunch. Grinds fine but exceedingly slow. Maybe not so fine sometimes.

Life is NOT FAIR!

Twisters on the ground in SE Kansas. Karen is watching her taped soap. Brian is here for the weekend, and Packy and Lacee are here too, running rampant.

Grampa! get off the computer! We wanna play DOOM! No fair, you get the computer alla time! Who is raising these kids, anyway? Who bought the damned computer? There is no justice.

Life is NOT FAIR!

Final notice for those of you who can't read between the lines:
The World is NOT FAIR!

Now get over it...

It seems that there was something else important that I wanted to say today. Bill, paranoia becomes you. Evan, lotsa people read you. Those ethereal visits just don't spin the counters....

No, that wasn't it. Let's see, I got my mandantory three links in today, in case the Journal Patrol (whose line is that, anyway? Another link possibility...) is in the vicinity...

Life is NOT FAIR!

Rude Awakening:
The only kind I'm used to anymore. I haven't mentioned sleep deprivation lately. I have been remiss, I know. Only two nights worked, and I am already way behind. Gotta get in the groove. I got six hours yesterday, and a broken six again today. I have to have eight!

It is still Friday, and I was awakened by the sound of little boots running in the hallway, on the front porch, up the walls... O'no, those weren't boots running up the wall, it was gramma being driven!

Brian is a sweet kid. So is Patrick. So is Lacee. They should never be together in the same house. Outside, somewhere, maybe. In a park. Far away from where the grampa is trying to sleep.

One hundred and fifty-four journals on the Open Pages list. I won't even pretend to keep up any more. Occasionally, I have to re-read Popularity to keep some perspective. As an aside, I like self-reference. Why share the glory?

Summer---time... when the livin' is eeee-asy.... and the humidity is like 97%. We have resisted turning on the A/C so far. The attic fan is going most of the time, though, changing the water vapor and sucking up bad smells from the basement.

I should not be awake. I'm skipping back and forth and not making a lotta sense. And I still can't think of the other important thing that I wanted to say. Damn damn damn. How to jog that mind. It was based on something another journaler said... that I read shortly after I got up. Someone who has me on a mailing list... maybe I'll retrace my steps. Nope, I done erased my email. Damn damn damn. I know, I'm repeating myself. Another pot of coffee is needed. Karen has taken the kids to the park. I know that she didn't read this, so it must've been those brainwaves... we often find ourselves thinking the same thing at the same time. I have found, surprisingly, that Tyler and I have the same affinity. Cool, we can avoid a lot of silly talking. Supposedly, women communicate to share feelings, men communicate to share... information. Body language communication shares both, kinda. If you're somewhere in the vicinity of the same wavelength. I find that I don't very frequently share wavelengths with anyone. That eliminates a career change to preaching or politics. This is not news to anyone.

No jokes yet today. I'll go joke-hunting tonight if I have time. I heard a great one about the special olympics last night, but it's visual. And not at all PC, either. So if I could find a way to say it, I would get stoned. (But not in a good way...)

This is turning to a long rambling rather pointless entry. It will be simply awesome if I actually do find time to write tonight or if I remember what I was going to write about...

Tyler has gone off to Lawrence with some 'friends' that I kinda hoped that he would stay away from. One of them is Chris, an excellent cartoonist/artist with some major psych problems; the other one is Fred, who is a nice guy and I really like Fred but then what's he doing running around with Chris? Chris is also an abuser. He and JD worked on some projects (which were never completed) while he lived with JD about a year ago in Texas. He soon wore out his welcome down there, too. He has big dreams, and the capacity to fullfill them, but absolutely no work ethic. But he does like to talk. I wish him well but I do fear for his future. And for those who choose to associate with him. Tyler and I had a talk about him before we came up here, and a short talk before he left with them tonight. He is supposed to call me at work when he gets home.

More later....

Not bad so far tonight... one of my favorite docs is on, he gets 'em in and out pretty fast, no BS-ing around.

I still can't remember what I was trying to remember.... so I think that I'll work on the Diary Collaboration Project.

Actually, this entry is plenty long enough. I think that maybe I'll just quit with this now, unless something happens between now and the time I go home. I'll just save some of the BS for later....

There is something that I forget to do... and that is mention the people that I am privileged to be able to love: Karen, JD, Tyler, Brian, Packy, Lacee, Kim, Steve, Andy, Karla, Matt, my mother, my brother Dan and his wife Lynn, Karen's brother Chuck and his wife Judy, Karen's sister Debbie and her husband Ric and their son Jeff and my mother-in-law Betty... gee, that's a lotta people! and that's only family... see them all on the Family and Friends page....

Have a fun day! Don't forget why we're here! (It's to have fun!)