Day 2

Day 2 of this new blogging business, I made some changes in color and such, and also added a super in your face picture of my semi retarded golden retriever Sport. She's got a good heart, but she sleeps 18 hours a day and considers chasing a tennis ball once and then taking a dump on the lawn a hard day's work. Regardless, until I find another picture she will be the one staring through you as you open my page.
Also, in case you were unaware, the word retard is currently making quite a stir in the media. Apparently, uptight activists with nothing better to do have boycotted the movie Tropic Thunder, which I fully intend on seeing tonight, because of Ben Stiller's constant use of the "r" word. In the world of the "n" word and the "c" word, the "r" word ranks in importance somewhere around dirty toilet paper and Flavor Flav's SAT scores. I mean come on, retard!? It's not that bad! Ok, so it was originally used to refer to mentally challenged people, and I understand that that is not a polite referral. But I think that the word retard has developed and molded into something completely different. It simply refers to the fact that every single person on this planet has, at some time, acted completely idiotic, warrenting jeers and cruel jokes at their expense. For exibit A I will give an example of my own personal idiotic behavior. Flashback fall semester 2007, I am a sophomore at an awesome college in Maryland. On a Saturday night I go out to a "highlighter party" (no I'm not 21, yes I drink...sue me). The idea is that you wear a white tshirt to the party where there are blacklights set up. Highlighters are provided and you commence to drink and socialize while being drawn on by your friends and it looks cool in the blacklights. After a good deal of this, I go to bed and ride out my hangover watching football all day Sunday. The following Thursday I have an 8am class which I don't deem terribly important, so I go out Wednesday night and drink. I end up setting my alarm for PM instead of AM, which I feel I can safely say happens to a good deal of people. I woke up at 7:58 for my 8 o'clock class across campus. I throw on a tshirt and go to class and sit in the front row. Throughout the first half of class I was really confused, my professor kept staring at me and I was thrown off. I knew I looked like shit, but I don't think I invited stares. So at break I talk to a friend and mention the stares. He just looks at me and shakes his head, and what ensued was what I would call a lightbulb moment (DING). I realized that in my rush to get to clas on time, of course, I grabbed the shirt from the highlighter party. This means that I now have neon pink boobs on my chest and the proud declaration of "I Love Cock" written on my back. I would call that a retarded move, and this doesn't mean that I think mentally challenged people would wear a shirt with boobs and a penis loving slogan on the back of it in public, it just means that I acted like an idiot, and what more can you do than laugh? I definitely did. The point is that in a world of offensive words, the word retard is not worth making a fuss about...do these people really think that because they boycott the 3,478th movie to ever use the word, that the general public is going to suddenly go "Holy shit, retard really is a bad word! I'm not going to say it ever again!" No...so they should stop making a stir and worry more about the things that matter in life. I will let you know how Tropic Thunder is, I'm pretty sure it will make me laugh, politically incorrect jargon or not. I'm going to go enjoy the day...take care.