Good times this weekend.

Friday I hung out at the Giunta casa and watch a movie about killer sheep.

Saturday I drove up to Ventura to fish on the pier with J Glo. I drove through the hard rain and loved it. Rain is good. I want more of it. Regardless, J and I fishing. Or as Mrs. Ninja calls it, “F ing.” We didn't catch a thing. Well, we did catch a buzz from the whisky and beer we were sneaking. (lame joke)

We did see some possible hobo jungle residents catch some sting rays. One dude made a habit of catching crabs and them stomping on them and then kicking them back into the sea. J and I were wondering why the hell this guy would do such thing. But never would we dare ask him for fear of having a conversation with a possible deranged man. Plus I think he was eyeing our booze. Shame on us.

Later, J, his wife and others had some righteous sushi and a dip in the hot tube before evening libations.

The Cubs are close to clinching their division. People at church were asking me if I'm excited about the Cubs. Of course not. I watch every game with a extreme anxiety knowing they are going to lose it. I have known from past seasons to guard my heart closely rather than having it broken once again. Regardless, if by some miracle of heaven, this team gets to the playoffs and makes it to the World Series, I'm flying to the homeland.

I've been really into Bonnie Prince Billy's album Master and Everyone. So sad and lonely. Yet so good.

I've been walking on the ankle at school. Though I'm sporting a pimp walk, I think it's getting better. By the end of the day, I'm dying to get it elevated, off the ground.

It should be raining tomorrow. That will make me feel very good. I love the rain. I miss it.

I've been reading a lot about election. A lot of what I'm reading is blowing my mind.

Do you ever get those feelings of nostalgia, and start missing everyone at once? That's how I feel.

I just realized how busy October will be for me.

Oct. 7 - Bullfight with the Brother In-laws

Oct. 14 - Phil and Myste's wedding

Oct. 27 - Kevin and Tisa's wedding

Oct. 28 - Bridge school

Should the weekend of the 21st be booked for anything? Maybe some time in Simi. Or Oktoberfest fun.

I need a babe.

Tuesday night I was playing a pick up game of basketball and hurt my ankle nasty. I can put some weight on it but walking is fairly cumbersome. So I took the rest of the week off at school. Need to rest up and heal. Hopefully heal soon.

I also got a wedding to attend to in Santa Barbara on Saturday. Maybe I can find a cane to borrow.

I received a letter from my church elder board stating they want me to be a deacon. I will be in good company. Like this guy, this guy and this guy.

In the past three days, I've had much time to waste search for various things regarding sport, specifically baseball, some theology and even politics. So I've looking at all the presidential candidates. I've been really liking this guy. Ron Paul. Check him out.

When I look at a calender today, why does today say "Patriot Day?"

Are we suppose to be proud of something?

Tony Pierce wrote a nice little diddy about today.

Crazy Slap Contest

This is so stupid. yet so entertaining.

I found out earlier today that Tom Waits is playing Bridge School.

The website for the event says that the acts for the event will be playing on Saturday and Sunday, the 27th and 28th of October. Now, in the past, some of these acts only play either on a Sunday or a Saturday. I need to find out if Waits is playing on both or Saturday or Sunday. Because I'm going to Tisa's wedding on Saturday. And I'm praying that Waits is playing at least on Sunday. That would make me most joyous. Tickets go on sale this Saturday the 9th.

Work has been pretty rough so far. My boys have been pretty good but the other kids in class have been horrendous. I had to get in the face of one of them and I almost snapped. This particular kid actually pushed one of the boys I work with. I wish corporal punishment was still legal.

Thank God it's cooler now.

The Cubs are driving me crazy.

I love boxing. And I found this story about a boxer who is competing to get on the USA Olympic team named Deontay Wilder. He is a heavy weight boxer from Alabama, 6 foot 7, and only 21. What really gets me about this guy is that he works two jobs, one as a truck driver and another at Red Lobster. The reason for the two jobs is because he has a two-year-old daughter with spina bifida. And he needs to pay the medical bills. Now, a fighter can fight for money, for pride, and even for country. But I'll be damned if I ever face a man that is fighting for for his sick daughter.

Let's hang out on Friday.

Listening to Jon Brion. "Here we go."