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I had to add Barack Obama's Facebook Site to my side bar, or whatever it's called: that's how good the site is: awesome!

Pseudo + Feminism = Fuckface

As a femenist, I don't open the door for all women all the time, and sometimes I open the door for a man: I decide whether or not to do that based on other, non-gender criteria. That's what real femenism is.

If you look it up in the dictionary, femenism is "the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men." Equal rights means equal opportunities and responsibilities for both genders, not free rides for either at professions where they don't excel.

The "reality-denying feminists" in Math Is Harder for Girls, by Heather Mac Donald, are what I have been calling pseudo femenists for years. What they are doing is the opposite of real feminism: they want the goverment to force employers to misemploy women, insead of deeming gender a non-criterion. It makes me sick.

Stinkerific

My colleagues are all on vacation, so I have my office to myself. I know what you're thinking: I can fart. Well, that's not entirely true, because other people come to my office to see me. You would have been on the right track towards stinkiness, though: when I come in each morning I have to open the wondows and leave the door open for five minutes to air the place out. Odd, or normal?

Twenty-one is too many

I don't remember the bike I had before my bike, but I wonder how many gears it had. My bike has 21, which I consider to be rather more than I need. I mean, I don't race and rarely go up hills and never mountains, since there are none in Lithuania. All I do is bike around for fun and exercise. Wouldn't six gears be enough? If not than nine, I think, for sure. I am however still very glad it's a mountain bike. I've seen guys with street bikes around Klaipeda, they have to stop and get off their bikes at every curb, since most curbs in this fuckin city are not angles for bikes, baby carriages, and handicapped people. So the street bikes, I guess, would dent their wheels if they plowed into the curbs, and sometimes you see handicapped people just wheeling down the street in traffic.

Klaipeda Sea Orgy Festival

Well! Dave Stira showed up on Friday for the Festical. Testicle. I mean, Festival. We had broccoli chicken alfredo, a shot of Portuguese schnapps, made some drink with gin and bitters and soda water that Stira suggested. Not particularly good, had to add sprite to it on on the way to town. Walked around the festival, and it was just like i said it was: durham fair with booze everywhere. A bit of chicken and french fries and dunes through the night. And then the left overs from dinner. Some beers too.

Saturday we went for a 25 mile bike ride to Juodkrane and back. Stira was on the coast for the first time and he's leaving soon, so I took him via the scenic route to the Hill of Witches. Redbull Vodka. Then back home for some beers and giant meatball sandwiches, which were so good I'd punch most people in the fast to get another one right now! Then rum and cokes and out to town for more festival, Stira desperately needed a light colored festival t-shirt for his old man's birthday present. We found one, but he didn't buy it, cause 30 lits seemed like too much (drunk move!). We argued politics into the night with more beer. We got pretty hungry but nobody would feed us at 2 a.m., so we went home and made giant cheeseburgers.

Banana bread for breakfast and then back to town Sunday to get the t-shirt, which is no longer available in while, only black, and only in XXL, and even that's only at the last t-shirt stand we can find. Chicken wraps. No beer for me, I'm driving this day. A walk through the sculpture park for more pictures.

Also, the whole time we played Waldo, spotting people dressed in red and white stripes, owing each other a beer for each score. Plenty of fun!

THIS is why

I say THIS is why I'm going to see batman: very interesting review. Bush.

And I hope the award goes to...

...whoever makes a documentary about what an ass Al Gore is. What an assface!

Explosion of American Catch Phrases

Since my return. I've realized that apperently nobody took my place as Dress Code Czar of Klaipeda. There were offensive styles of dress before, but I kept them mostely in check. For instance, at fat girls who would wear belly shirts anyway, I would scream "Nice flab, porker!" And at the goth youth I would yell "Do something from the Matrix or change!" And at men with more than two buttons undone on their shirts I would holler "Hey Gigallo, where's your bitches?" Then he better show me some bitches, or else.

But now there's another eye sore all over the place. Let me list some of the expressions on shirts that I see constantly now, worn by men and women aged ~8-28, including some of my colleagues:

• Do Not Disturb
• Babes
• I'm Down With That
• You Heard Me
• Hot Stuff
• Cumin Through
• Sexy
• Don't Bug Me
• Superstar
• Kiss Me
• help me i'm blond
• Marijuana
• Big
• Raw
• Cowgirl
• Just
• Hopeless (on an 8 year old girl)

WTF? I don't see the appeal...

Mortgage Crisis? Thanks Democrats.

This article, Bankrupt "Exploiters", by Thomas Sowell, is quite good. It's really more or less what Lokys has been saying, but better written and more informed.

AND here's a link to Bankrupt "Exploiters": Part II, also very good. I hope there's a part three.

At least not everything is expensive

I went to the hardware store this morning to buy a nut, and it only cost me four cents Lithuanian. Nice. I only had a two hundred lit bill to pay for it, though, so the foxy cashier was like, "ha ha, you're probably joking!" I only call her foxy cause I heard somebody else say that. Nice.

Wives: the best butts of jokes!

Highlight from America #1

While walking through a park in Brooklyn, Darius and I were kicking a crushed pepsi bottle back and forth, until Ellen got frustrated with us and began walking ahead of us with my special baby. Then, instead of kicking it back and forth to each other directly, we kicked it back and forth to each other by bank shotting it off of Ellen's heels/legs. And I thought, if my wife were here, we'd be kicking this soda bottle at her heels, too. Hooray wives!

pre taped call in show

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America, Fuck Yeah!

I've just returned from a month in the States. I had an awesome time with my family and friends; in fact I'm still recovering from an excess of awesomeness. The thought of writing about it all at once makes me groan and see spots, so I'll just tell you about it bit by bit, or whatever.