3000 BC Grave

Poulnabrone Dolmen 3,000 BC.

The day after Easter Sunday I went April 8th 2007. I had to run away to get alone with myself. I took a tour to Cliffs of Moher, the bus driver Peter was one of the most lovely people ever. He was so soft spoken, the Spanish people kept talking on the bus. In the 1980's they excavated this site to find the bones of a bunch of Celts. I wonder if people in the future will go and dig up my bones? How long will our bones last for? Will it be as if we never existed at all. I will probably leave a huge mess behind!

Along the bus journey we also passed a cave sealed up with white painted horses on it. The cave was said to be haunted when a few brave Irishmen drunk on whiskey courage decided to go into the cave. When they were in they heard horrifying screaming and white horses chased them. They sealed the cave up to protect others from the ghosts of the screaming horses. They marked the cave with white horses.

This is the third time I caught the boquet at the wedding

The last three weddings I went to I caught the bouquet. At my brothers wedding I had to wrestle a four year old girl. When I pryed the bouquet from her hands my boyfriend fakes a heart attack!!!!

I did stand up at the wedding and I thought people were going to tell me they liked my fisting jokes instead they were like, "Phil the heart attack, Genius!"

The second wedding Lisa Hurst's wedding a girl from her sorority and I caught it. She made such a big scene after she fell on the ground, "Allright just take it" After reviewing the videotape in front of a jury everyone agrees she indeed lost her balance and I did not push her! Allright!!!!

Melissa's wedding I caught the bouquet again, jeez!! Talk about fate! I am so ready to get married. You should have seen the guys fighting over me! Except my boyfriend all three times, did not really try so hard. If it were the other way around, and Phil caught the bouquet. I would take out anyone I had to. Just like the time I played tackle football with a gang of lesbians.

These lesbians were two hundred pounds and six feet tall. Of course they wanted to play tackle football anything for a cheap feel. Yeah right! One girl threw me down in the sand, and I got sand in my mouth. I look at her with a look of revenge as I spit the dirt from my mouth. Then on the next play I jumped in the air sideways with all my strength I kicked the giant lesbian with all my might in the stomach! And down she went it was like David and Goliath. I was playing the role of David of course. Except it was tackle football.

An Albino Squirrel

I saw this pasty little guy in prospect park. He is the cutest squirrel I have ever seen. I wonder if he is accepted amongst the squirrel community or do they give him a hard time for being different, something to think about.

Here I am in a little hole in the wall in Galway Ireland. When I was a kid any place like this to hide was heaven. I used to hide in the top shelf in my closet, or in the dryer. We used to have a blackberry tree that would bloom in the summer time. The ground would be stained with purple splotches. I called the blackberry tree "the cool tree" I used to sit up in there and ponder. When I was in second grade, I told this girl that there was a place in my closet that opened up to another dimension where I would I could bounce around like I was on the moon. Of course there were all you could eat Doritos. Junk food was scarce in our house actually food in general, but we were rich in condiments.

Hello New Best Friend!

2/25/2006

Last night I saw Hotel Rwanda and I cried like a little bitch. Am I the only one? This movie reached inside and touched me. This movie was based on true story that took place in Rwanda during a genocide of nearly one million people. Paul Rusesabagina, a hotel manager, with a sense of duty, and a pair of balls, singlehandedly saved the lives of nearly 12,000 people.

On the special features of the DVD of Hotel Rwanda, Paul visited one of the execution sites. I was shocked to see a pile of children with their skulls sliced open by machete. You can almost make out the frozen screams on the corpses. Who is capable of such a horrific act? Is the person holding the machete more or less human than anyone else?

Throughout history, it is evident how man can be manipulated. How can thousands of people follow one man into war? Or for that matter, join a cult? Better yet, how can one convince another to murder his own neighbor? If they were alive, we could ask, Hitler, Stalin, or Napoleon, how they won over such a large number of people. For a bunch of humans we act a lot like sheep following anyone, that appears they know the way.

When I was in Europe, I was amazed how much world news is covered. On the ten o'clock news I see more updates on American Idol than casualties in Iraq? Why is that? We are spoon fed ideas of what we should look like, what we should wear, what we should listen to. Top dollar is paid for our minds people and the media controls it.

I am a little disgusted in our human race right now. I feel a sense of duty but I don't know where to start. I look at Paul Rusesabagina and feel so little. Followed with, what have I done? Nothing really. I do make people laugh without getting paid, that is a form of charity isn't it? I'd like to do something more meaningful with my life. Maybe I could befriend a midget? Does anyone know any midgets, that like to dance? I could use a midget, for my dance show on March 25th @ The Bowery Poetry Club. Maybe all I have to offer the world is some good jokes and a dance to "Part Time Lover", by Stevie Wonder.

You see silly monkeys I snuck in an advertisement and you didn't even notice.

Anyway, thanks for listening blog, you remind me of doogie howser.