To Three loves, the closest I can get to thanking you:
First, N. for allowing me lean against you when I woke up and helping me to not freak out entirely when I realized that someone was holding my tooth. And I think I will take your advice and never watch LOST.
Second, thanks to the pretty girl who was a dental student and told me what to do with my tooth, and for looking concerned that I was going someplace they could help me.
Third, to the handsome ER nurse (?) who came and talked to me even though you didn't have to. I was upset and they let me sit alone in that room for the greater part of 4 hours, but you came and talked to me. I don't love you because you are handsome, but because you were genuinely compassionate and attentive. I think you are great at what you do, and I wanted to send you and my doctor a Thank You card, but everyone I talked to on the phone this morning was rude and/or incompetent.
Thanks, all of you, for being so nice to me on the shittiest day of my life, and when I looked so hideous.
-Recently Toothless
To the "big box" store employee who works in the electronics dept. of a local branch of this major retailer. I came in to replace my old broken cell with a particular model-one that had been sold there in the past. It turned out that your store does not carry this model any more. I was very shocked when you told me what stores DID carry this phone,and then called a competitor to ask if one was available. I got my new phone at the competition, it works GREAT. I just want to say thank you for taking the time to help me, even if it meant referring me to "the enemy".
-Midnight Writer
Wisdom the wine of understanding is best tasted in the presence of our Creator taking time to learn how to receive wisdom is key. The key to life is the gift of charity we must give to his creation to experience his love for us.The light of understanding shines on his creation continuous . Our ability to receive this light is only limited by the effort we put forth to love his creation. True Love comes to the surface of our conciseness when we understand we work for the creator serving his creation and Loving them unconditionally.
I succumbed to the hype and marketing and visited a new fast food place in West Ashley this afternoon. I know that this branch is brand-new, because I've been monitoring the progress of construction on my morning commute and saw the Port-au-Prince style camp out out front several days ago. I was more than slightly tempted to join in the wholesome fun, but I didn't want to put a damper on anyone else fun by my inevitable drinking and swearing (essential camping activities where I hail from).
Tonight I was overwhelmed with a feeling of safety by the over-illuminated-parking lot. I was immediately comforted by the soft Christian-rock or Christian soft-rock (I'm not sure which). My feeling of comfort was enhanced by the flack-jacket bedazzled police officer standing behind me collecting a free sandwich and refreshing beverage.
The staff, however, is by far what impressed me the most. The predominantly Caucasian waiters, cooks, and cashiers seemed to be filled with the Holy Spirit as they prepared my deluxe chicken sandwich. The attentiveness of a certain young lady to my every need made me feel as though I was the Lord Jesus Christ Himself mowing down on those deliciously seasoned waffled fries. The captain of the ship, really seemed to motivate those whippersnappers to crank out a high quality product while keeping the ole bottom line lower than 50 Cents sag. I must admit I feel like a bad influence; the underage staff kept telling me how much pleasure I was giving them. I believe I heard "My Pleasure" more times than than a sex-therapy seminar.
Tonight was children's night, and what a joy it was to have so many blessing of the Lord running about, underneath my table, shrieking to escape the linebacker sized cow mascot. Speaking of cows, how funny is the species-specific bovine-chauvinistic marketing? Ha, those cows desperately attempting to save their lives pleading with the pear-shaped humans to eat their barnyard companions! It's like a mash-up of Animal Farm and Lord of the Flies, absolutely brilliant if you ask me.
It's just so edifying to find so many things we cherish as Americans in one convenient location. Freedom fries, bacon, supersized parking spaces, and all the helium your kids could inhale in bold primary color balloons. Well, I'm gonna go get a refill of that Dr. Pepper (best damn drink on the market if you ask me) and head back to the burbs.
I absolutely love Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead series. He has reinvented and revitalized the zombie survival genre. It soon becomes less about the zombies and more about the morals, the laws, and the standards of human society. A great question is asked in the theme of one story arc, "Do the rules still apply?" And aside from the walking corpses wanting to eat your face off, Kirkman explores every scenario with believability. And it's that said realism that I continue to read this book. It's not about the zombie hordes overrunning the entire world but about the human drama that's going on among the survivors. Furthermore, Kirkman goes as far as making the world for the survivors utterly bleak. Just when you think they've been put through the worst, something else happens - often resulting in another beloved character getting the axe. That's right, Robert Kirkman is not afraid of killing off a main character. Kirkman has put so much thought in each situation. He's even touched on the common answer any jackass would come up with (i.e. grab some guns and hole up in a mall, or anything to that effect). And the result? A group of zombies build up by the hour because they either heard gunshots from killing other zombies or are just mindlessly following another group. Defenses eventually run out or prove no match for all of them, and the zombies eventually break through and kill everybody. And what about the ever optimistic plan to help others in need or seek help from another established group of survivors? Yeah...right. Good luck not dying from that experience.
Bottomline: Best zombies series ever.
Where is the Love/Hate? I need my Love/Hate! I am dying with out Love/Hate. My life can only sustain me for so long. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
I want to say thank you to the boy who held his umbrella over my head after he saw me standing by a crosswalk drenched by the rain. It was the nicest thing anyone could have done and it's wonderful to see an example of kind people in the world.
IT'S A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE & HATE, its a thin line between love&hate...one o'clock in the mornin' and I'm just gettin in.She never asks me where I've been, she never raises her voice, sweetest woman in the world.....I just haven't found her yet,but I have hope.
I love that City Paper has dropped what little pretense of journalistic integrity they had left to start this feature....
but then, their paid opinion writers show less insight than most of us using this forum. I guess it was management's last shot at thoughtful comment. Sorry kids, it didn't work!
Thank you to the kind (stranger) lady who bought my 8 y/o toys in a major dept. store. on Saturday. You said he was "A Special Boy". I tell him, but thanks to you he might just believe it.
-singlemom
Eliza@Seels: new years eve,green dress&boots,rockin'dancer,bengal fan i believe,focus,focus...obviously i didn't. where r u ?
-B Boy
To my lovely fiancée who is asleep right now. I love you. I would do almost anything for you. I say almost because I do not like killing people. I hate most people but I love you somehow. Maybe its because you make me laugh. Maybe its because you are beautiful. Maybe its because of your red hair or freckles. It is all of these and more. I love you love.
Dear Charleston Sunsets,
I'm convinced you're the most beautiful sunsets in the world. Whether you're over the Ashley River, the skyline downtown, the Ravenel Bridge, or over the beach, you're always changing, colorful, and always stunning. Thanks for helping me end my day so wonderfully.
I know most people would call me crazy, but I love when it floods downtown. Provided my belongings are protected on higher ground, there's nothing more exhilarating than seeing the city underwater, wading through the muck, and watching a few idiots flood out their cars. Yeah, hopefully one day they'll fix the roads so driving isn't such a hazard, but until then I'll enjoy our little Atlantis.
technology+alchohol=my apologies to those who have witnessed my behaviour via said technology. alcohol=me thinking i'm uber-clever via drunken texts....and somehow seductive in the process... 4GIVES?
Hey popular newspaper that is sending me unsolicited mail. I do not like you cutting down oxygen producing trees to make these mailers. I do not use anything in those mailers. Not even the articals to tell me how to better live my life. Hell I do not even use those coupons that you send me. Though now that I think about it that maybe stupid in this tough ecnomic times. But still if I need those coupons I will take my lazy ass to pick them up and use it when I need them. Thank you!
To the creepy baby huey looking mother f-er at trident technical college. You, beyond repair creep me the f out. You look like you have not bathed in about a month or so. You are in my history class & I refuse to talk to you and/or make eye contact. I don't even want my friends to make eye contact with you. You remind me of someone that would be on a phedophile neighborhood watch list. Cut your hair, shave the nest/bush off your face, perhaps brush your teeth and than maybe you could make friends. I really do feel bad for you and I am not this mean usually, but you are a scary fuck. Also, please never wear hat that makes you look like a fucking nomad-viking to class. Save that shit for halloween or one of your geek conventions. AND don't ever come behind me & "oh yeeeaaahhh...." in that creepy ass voice....
I'm still trying to figure out the idiot that sponsored the bill requiring SC drivers to wear a seatbelt. While not a bad thing in its' own right, the sponsor of the bill did not require motorcycle/moped/bicycle riders to wear a helmet. Worse than that, there are no seatbelts on school buses that children ride in. If we don't have to keep the children or (fill in 2 wheeled vehicle of choice here) riders safe then why do those in safer cars have to be? The level of the SC political intelligence really has me baffled!
I hate people that get plastic surgery, especially the ones that brag about it. I mean, I guess in some cases, it's acceptable. But there seems to be a growing number of people in Charleston who get it done and then go and brag about it. "I'm not naturally pretty so I got my face filled with plastic and now I'm going to tell everyone!" It might be even funnier though when people try to hide it and it's painfully obvious. I've seen so many SOB wives with their faces pulled so tight they can't blink, or their lips puffed out like fish. Not attractive, ladies. Just grow old gracefully. But there's nothing like the young girls doing it. You just look pathetic. Just accept that you're ugly and get on with your life.
WTF is up with that group trying to run a Gay Pride Parade - what a pussy ass way to say the a certain mayor in the low country supports gay people because he will be in your parade when he clearly spouts shit about "lifestyles" and "not condoning." YOU SELF HATING LITTLE HYPOCRITES - Full acceptance my ass —- the drag queens from Stonewall in 1969, mostly dead now, must be rolling over in their graves at your self-loathing choices. HEY ASSHOLES WORDS SPEAK LOUDER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE: NO wonder your group, so named because gays want nothing less than full acceptance by the "general population" gets little support from the multitude of gay and lesbians that could get involved...come on, you throw a picnic for pride in 2009 and no one shows — must be something wrong in your house. Then again, we wouldn't want to possibly offend anyone now we would we. Why is it the money at the top of any organization that purports to push a progressive agenda is so eager to shove its head up its ass and ACCEPT LESS than anything that even resembles resentful acceptance? Did the MONEY behind this group - the money at the top - even bother to see RENT - or did they just ignore the message? I am kind of pissed off that part of my ticket purchase for RENT - we went twice! - went to a group that would have told Angel she was "just too out there" to be at the head of their parade...its my life not a lifestyle. Wish you luck. Kisses.
In a little less than 2 years in Park Circle I have encountered the North Charleston Police several times — in my car, of course...and they have been so nice it is a little scary. This time my headlight was out, I had the new bulb in the glove 'cos it just happened this afternoon and I wound up working way later than expected. EVERY time, even the time I got ticketed (same place on Rivers Avenue!) these police have been SO so pleasant...so, I am wondering, are they nice to everyone of every color or is it just b/c I'm a white male with a ring? Would they be so nice if they knew the ring was representative of my commitment of over 10 years to another man — making me a big ol' middle-aged mo? No matter what route I take home I never fail to see the PoPo with someone - usually a group - up against a wall...yeah I drive through some crap areas but...just wondering if my fellow North Charlestonians are meeting these nice cops or is it a race and hetero thing?
Speaking of our local and federal tax dollars, why is it necessary for upper management in housing authorities to be in possession of the business cars for personal use. That money can be used to clean up some of the run down buildings in the same vicinity as the housing authorities. At most there are probably 2 inspectors that drive around in each department; yet, the people in upper management are allowed to use cars as their own. Usually people in manangement don't do inspections, and if they need transportation, there are several vans on those parking lots that are rarely used. Who is over-seeing the expenses in these places. The same people that department that is looking at the sces should evaluate the local housing authority management. The public has a right to know how tax dollars are used. It is up to us to write to our congress to find out how our dollars are being used.
Can somebody say "Class Action"!!!!
Why does the Housing Authority pay landlords late and think they can skip the LATE fees. The HAP Contract clearly states that the Housing Authority should pay LANDLORDS late fees IF CHECKS ARE LATE after a 2 month period. We landlords have to obtain passing inspections to BE ON THE PROGRAM. What do we do to get our monies on time. Can somebody say, "WHAT?!" DON'T WORRY THE STATE WILL STEP IN, JUST LIKE THEY DID WITH THE UNEMPLOYMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-JUSTUS
What are the coordinators of the downtown City of Charleston Housing Authority doing during work hours. They have company cars and still can't get to work on time. They disappear during lunch and sometimes don't return until afterhours. They are inaccessible for phone calls, and many times the caseworkers need files that are locked in their offices; who is taking care of business. And, how is it that the retired Lt in charge of community service can pick up his buddy's rent check when other landlords must wait.
-Spicey
During a shift in the Emergency Room, one of the doctors had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone while her 5 children ran around and around screaming for attention.
While glancing over her patient chart, the physician happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During his examination of her, the patient informed him that she smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and somehow still has money to buy all the groceries her babies need and "beer and pretzels".
And, you and our Congress expect us to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture," a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self and dependents or, heaven forbid, get a job, use birth control and purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me".
Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.
To Mr. Generous who picks up his buddy's tab and leaves a crummy 10% tip: Two things, 1. If you need a reminder of what year it is , I'll give you a hint, it's not 19 anything anymore. 10% might have been a good tip back in your day, but it's gone up. Just double that and you're good to go . 2. If getting good service and paying for it isn't your deal, then might I suggest nuking a Steak-umm for yourself and getting your dog Alex to fetch a Stroh's from the fridge for you. P.S. There's no shame in asking your freeloading pal to pick up the tip!
Attention anyone still paying with a check in the grocery store. Are you aware that the year is 2010? Maybe we don't have the flying cars and dehydrated dinner pills that sci-fi movies promised us, but we have made some progress. By taking out your pen and really, literally writing on an actual, physical PAPER check, you spit in the face of science. You basically say to the world "I liked it better when Taft was president." The fact that paper checks even still exist merely an oversight. Enjoy it while it lasts. Soon they'll be history like laser disks and pennies, and you'll have to figure out how to memorize a 4 digit PIN and catch up with the rest of the world. Until then, I'll be behind you, tapping my foot and sighing audibly.
To the local anchor news dude (hint he's been here so long he's covered the war of yankee aggression) Please stop waving your hands like one of those inflatable figures on the side of the road. But hey at least it has the makings of a drinking game, his hands move you take a shot.
I hate, hate, hate the Twilight craze. Kudos the vampires who get it right, you know, bursting to flames in the sunlight and stuff. First of all, the series is an increasingly violent harlequin rag that is written on a third grade level. The dynamic between the "heroine" and the rest of the cast of characters is very lacking in anything substantial that you can connect with. Essentially, Bella is suicidal and will get herself into all sorts of reckless endangerment at the expense of making everyone else's life extremely difficult and miserable. She pretty much says throughout the whole series that she wants to die young so that she won't have to deal with wrinkles and osteoporosis. What is that?! I'd rather watch Barbie movies than listen to the "Twi-hearts" go on about how they love the book.
To the City of Charleston, I hate whoever decided that hammocks are not allowed in trees! After weeks of cold weather I decide to go enjoy the sunshine in the most relaxing of fashions, only to be told by some city employee that hammocks aren't allowed in trees. Given that I was using temporary, tree-friendly straps, what's the big deal? Besides, it's not like the palm trees I picked are particularly weak (note their ability to withstand hurricanes!) I'm sure the policy is in place to "protect nature" but I feel that message is misdirected given that the same city employee who told me "no" proceeded to throw his cigarette butt in the grass as he walked away. Next time I suggest everyone chill out for a bit and enjoy some time in a hammock before they start making policy decisions.