More Gumbo (ya-ya!) and loose ends

So, after talking for my girlfriend (and by girlfriend I mean "Say, Girl whatchu doing?") I found out that we have to report back to school Monday morning, not Wednesday morning like I had been thinking. This puts me at a huge disadvantage, mostly because I want to go out Sunday night and sleep in Monday. I still will...more than likely. I can't help but thinking how quickly the summer went, or really how fast time does fly, having fun or not. Last night I met up with a friend from high school, who recently moved to town. Beside the fact that we probably haven't seen each other since Graduation six years ago, and beside the fact that I'm half my former size I'd say it was a good evening. It's really nice to have someone who knows where you come from every once in a while. For me that was college. I don't like who I was in high school, I never go back to my hometown (I hardly did when my parents still lived there) and I'd rather castrate myself with a rubber band than talk to most of the folks I grew up with, even my friends. So, it is totally by chance and just sheer Grace that this girl and I met up...but it made for a nice evening nonetheless. I also got 2 bottles of wine for $4 so I can't complain. The only downside was that you couldn't buy more than 2...damn TABC or whoever.

I'm a little nervous/excited. I signed up to run my first 10K in about 16 yrs. I used to run when I was a kid and took some time off to go through the whole fat, pimply faze in high school. A few years ago I got tired of being the fun, chubby one and decided I'd be the super skinny, funny one. In reality I was the crazy, gay anorexic with a sharp wit. So now finally, I'm just me, funny, smart, oozing charm and bravado to mask deep scars and insecurity. Today instead of not eating and working out a ton, I work out a ton and don't worry as much about what I eat. SO anyway I started running around the time I started going a little crazy, and the running just didn't stop. I'm not always sure the crazy did, but at least it's more mellow and fun.

Here's a quick note tho: If someone tells you they're not crazy, it's bullshit. It might not be your brand but it's still crazy. And being from the South, I come by it honestly, and have learned to embrace it. It's not as bad as it sounds.

So back to nervous/excited. I signed up for the 10K yesterday, and it's just about 10 days away...I'm a good runner but I still don't want to look like a huge jackass. So I started trying to interval train and get a little faster. FLO JO ain't go shit on me...

IF you've been reading you know that I read anything (well almost anything, I don't read Playboy, the pictures of vaginae scare me), and this summer I've had lots of time to read. I read several different news sources daily. So I have plenty of time to be aware of the world and any impending scandal...and as promised the Joel Osteen scandal is just juicy (and gotten juicier, even a little stupid maybe)...like an orange or a wet something I am afraid of ever seeing (yea I went there). This is basically just a huge cat fight.

So the stewardess claims several things:
1. That Miz Osteen was trying to get the attention of "the only White girl on the plane"- this is a possibility, but I'm sure that being the Houston socialite bitch that she is, Miz Osteen has had black people clean things for her. I don't mean that to be racist. I don't mean that only black folks can clean houses. I'm a white male and I've cleaned my fair share of houses. To be especially gay I cleaned a local beauty parlor growing up for $50 a week too. Let's be honest though. To charge that whites are the only race capable of being bigoted or racist is just plain crap. I know Mexicans who won't speak to me because I speak better Spanish than they do. I know that folks in my neighborhood (which is heavily black) look at me as some rich white kid. It's just the way of our world, however sad that is.

2. Miz Brown (the stewardess or goddess in the sky) also claims that she saw Miz Osteen "eyeing" the cockpit, and therefore she (Miz Brown) was only trying to protect the cockpit. Seriously? Did she think she was Jodie Foster in "Flight plan?" Was she an undercover Air Marshall? Does she know King Fu? Or does being ghetto fab and having razor sharp falsies make her the Continental Air Karate Kid? Miz Osteen, was probably just going to who she considered to be in charge of the plane. To her it was no different than talking to the manager at a restaurant. I doubt she was storming the cockpit in an attempt to free Islamic militants.

3. This is just plain funny. There witness for the prosecution is a psychologist who specializes in treating African-American women. This Dr., says that as a Black woman Miz Brown was especially traumatized because she was dealing with in ingrained inferiority complex. Now I'll have to ask my black girlfriends about this one. But if we're talking about ingrained inferiority complexes, let's talk about growing up a gay sissy in the South, in my father's house where (no matter what he says) anything less than living up to his expectation was forbidden. Next time I get the urge to stop eating after someone says something ugly to me or I get into a bitch-fight at the bar, I'll sue the bastard for my complex. You see, we are damaged all the time. Constantly. It's life and it's messy, and we're only human. We're going to fuck things up. But to think you're the only one to carry that cross is pretty narcissistic, even for me. I'm a homo, we know narcissism. Here's the other thing. There is the point, always where you perpetrate the crime by staying on it, by focusing. You're damaged by others all the time, but if you can't ever let go you're just damaging yourself. That's what I think. And no one but you should have to pay for that. Miz Brown needs to realize you only have yourself to depend on. No man, no friends. You must do things on your own, others can only help or support you.

4. I'd just like to say that calling your spouse as a character witness is usually bullshit, even if you're married to John-Boy Walton's pastor step brother will 12 billion religous zealouts, err...I mean followers. Not only do I just not believe or like tele-evangilists (even if they make Lazarus rise from the dead), you're not going to rat out your wife so that some other silly woman gets 10 % of your net worth. Not to mention you're also not going to rat on your wife because she puts out. I'm just throwing that out there.

Then one last thing: The Hillary Memo. Oh Jesus! I'm not surprised. You could tell all the time during the campaign. That article is just completely awesome. Hil, you look like a lezzie, might as well own it and grow a pair, Madame Presidente.