I have nothing to say to you.

But I do have some photographic evidence of last night. Sorry you weren't there, unless you were.

Cunsturtooshun.

Since I probably can't please Clint anyways, I am going to go ahead and bitch.

Someone decided to leave a circularly logical vent on The Red Star's Netlets:

Threats to freedom are raining down
First, a pharmacy won't fill a legal prescription for contraception. Then, a Somali cab driver refuses service to a legal fare because they were carrying a sealed container containing a legal beverage, and a transit bus operator is allowed to refuse a bus because of the advertising contained thereon.
Now, a parent forces a public school to stop allowing the free distribution of a local mainstream newspaper (Star Tribune, Oct. 21).
Is it global warming, acid rain or has someone stolen our Constitution?
A.J. PERLMAN, GOLDEN VALLEY

Pause; has this person even READ the Constitution? [cue: Constitutional Avenger] I hear someone did a great deal of whining in reference made-up rights.

[[First, a pharmacy won't fill a legal prescription for contraception.]]
If the pharmacy dispenses prescription drugs, it can be assumed they own the prescription drugs. Nobody should be forced into a business transaction that they choose not to engage in. The pharmacy has no obligation or responsibility to provide an individual with whatever is demanded or is prescribed, whether or not the pharmacy happens to have the drug available. *If some idiot won't sell a product, someone else definitely will!* If anything, one should give a fat fucking kick to the knees of the FDA for not recognizing our freedom [as individuals] to do business with any pharmaceutical companies directly.

[[Then, a Somali cab driver refuses service to a legal fare because they were carrying a sealed container containing a legal beverage,]]
Just who's cab is it, buddy? Maybe you should ride that stupid light rail that they wasted our money on. Sounds like a great business opportunity for a cab driver who would permit alcohol--maybe you should get a cab license. OH, CRAP! Minneapolis has a cap on that, don't they?

[[...and a transit bus operator is allowed to refuse a bus because of the advertising contained thereon.]]
Offended? Either one's employer can accommodate their wishes, or one can quit. I don't know about you, but I own my labor, and my employer owns my wages--until we've exchanged, of course. I can always choose to take it elsewhere--like a cab company. The concern here is that Metro Transit decided to accommodate the bus driver, and those assholes are publicly funded. I don't give a smeg what their ads say, I sure want my damned money back.

[[Now, a parent forces a public school to stop allowing the free distribution of a local mainstream newspaper (Star Tribune, Oct. 21).]]
Parents should have every say, decision, and choice as to what goes on in their children's schools. TO COINCIDE, they should also have the choice as to which school their children are to attend, without being extorted (Federally, State-wide, and locally) out of their earnings to pay for a school that their child (or lack thereof) doesn't attend.

Go ahead...refute. My laughter, and other defense mechanisms await.

I'll see you this Saturday or I won't,
-Brenn

Goodbye Woodrow Wilson.

Last night, for the first time, the MNRG lost a home interleague bout...against Mad City, no less. This is tragedy that I deal with. Other facet, the LPMN's very own Stern has been scaling back his event planning and volunteer coordinating duties to put more work in with LP National (who is paying for his talents); work is well and sliced out for me for the next while.

After last night's bout, Captain Sax and I spent some time at Fern's debating panpsychism and perception, to the vex of Justine, Dan, Zhac, and Erika. Soonafter having alienated our guests in this fashion, Sax and I made our way up to the apartment so Luke and Rex could pwn us in N64 Perfect Dark.

After everyone had gone, and Luke and I were alone, he insisted that we play Pokemon Stadium.

No copypasta: another brilliant Akers rant, this one in regards to the end of the TSA's "jihad against toiletries and cosmetics".

to the unbathed on a Sunday,
-Brenn

oh sure, I preferred Harding, but this is still funny.

New Team Member

Lee has invited me to post to his blog, and hopefully add some flavor to it.

Get ready for some double posting action, bitches!

-Luke

Plop. Yup. That's all I got. A couple of blurs from Thursday the 10th and Saturday the 14th. What's to say about it?

Maybe I'll get lucky and have more drafting ambition later in the week. "maybe", "lucky".

Anyways, Rollergirls this weekend?

-Brenn

save that moment in time

Hammered away a few too many glasses of absinthe with Justine's Dan, my Dan, and Corey Sax Thursday night, only to make an attempt at bedtime 'round twelve forty-five, when my Dan offered to treat Luke and I to Mickey's Diner. Who the heck'd refuse that?!

Meanwhile, in Friday-town, Luke and Lee were on their way back from Oakie's Roadhouse not a few hours ago...the following is not a paid advertisement.

Luke: "Am I the only one who stops to think about how cool we are?"
*20 seconds of silence*
Lee: "Wh-wh...wh...wow."
Luke: "Sometimes I sit and think about how cool and funny we are, and how we know everything."
*and so, commence the bowling over with laughter; lulz*

After reiterating this conversation to Nate at FabFern's:

Luke: "Everybody needs a self-esteem boost once in awhile."
Nate: "Yeah."
Luke: "Except Lee and I."

don't stop 'til you get enough, or do.
-Brenn

Well...what the hell am I supposed to say?!

-Brenn

pesh: go pirate some Splashdown.

Killdozer should have made it to DC.

Here I'm roped into the week and it's almost over; thank heavens. Only incident of notoriety is my crate of absinthe having been shipped today--huzzah Halloween, right?

Embarrassingly, it'd totally escaped me this had happened a couple years ago, but I was reading about Marvin Heemeyer and Killdozer again this evening. If you haven't, do (also, ED, for the lulz).

The most wonderful rant of the rolling 30 days; Rozeff on the Congress Critters and Internet Gambling.

Nothing in rank for the weekend, though Luke and I may have a Fern's bout with Dan tomorrow night. Who is in the loop?

so bored; boring,
-Brenn

Hastert is watching you hit on little boys.








Oh, wait...who cares?

taken with aghast

Uh-ohh...MacKinney supports the Blue Wall of Silence.

Checked my camera, and there are some leftovers from poker night last night; thanks to Daddy Warbucks and Will for us running on a four-man game, but Eric from unit 420 gave his awl, followed by a mega bout of Mega Bomberman, no less.

Though I am waiting for a bundle more, here's a neat one from last Thursday's ordeal with Brother Jorges, Luke and I: in this picture, I was trying to find his inherent human sense of liberty, but turned up nothing but a love for authority.

I'm off to study Latin verbs at Fern's in wait for Justine and Dan,
-Brenn