Life Is A Comedy For Those Who Think...

Tuesday, August 30, 2005 at 12:47 AM

South Knox No More.....

South Knox Bubba has reappeared guest-blogging on Facing South. He also has up a very beautiful photo blog. He is now posting under his real name R. Neal.

Monday, August 29, 2005 at 10:45 PM

Another Brick......

How fun! Try it out and graffiti me, baby.

Click here to sign my Graffiti Wall! (Powered

Sunday, August 28, 2005 at 5:13 PM

Think Good Thoughts For The Big UnEasy....

I think our good thoughts at least weakened and shifted the storm from doing more massive damage. Good work all!

New Orleans braces for Hurricane Katrina. She's possibly the worst hurricane to ever hit the U.S. Let's all think the bests of thoughts toward those who are stranded.

Monday, August 22, 2005 at 7:39 PM

E tu Lance?....

Bush bikes while Bagdhad burns. Thanks BD, for the alliteration.

Saturday, August 20, 2005 at 3:59 PM

"Ouzo, my head!".....

We went to Greekfest today at the World's Fair Park. It was great. The girls played in the fountains, and I had an Ouzo. It made me quite heady. I had forgotten the taste difference bettween Jagermeister and Ouzo. Ouzo definitely has a stronger flavor of annise. I had the chills while sitting in the 91 degree sun. I don't anticipate doing that again for a long while. Jager on the other hand....I'm thinking it's about nap-thirty. If you get the chance to attend Greekfest or the Italian Rossini festival, definitely do it. The art is beautiful and the music is fantastic. The drinks aren't bad, either. I will say, however, the Greekfest is quite a bit more authentic than the Rossini festival.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 at 1:06 AM

New Zealand Is For Lovers...

New billboards spark controversy in Wellington, New Zealand. I knew he'd need his soul one day. How does the leader of the free world find himself in the predicament of a 20 foot public billboard depicting his face with the words Hell and Evil Bastard next to it? It sure isn't by being popular among the world's citizens. Time to take stock, Mr. Bush. Time to regroup. Think Mr. Bush....Think....

Here is a link to Hell's Pizza, the restaurant that put up the billboards. It's a really neat flash style website. I would love to try the "Damned" pizza.

Speaking of thinking, Red Molly sent me a great e-mail. I have posted below it for your enjoyment as well. Thanks RM!

Mountain Girl,
When I got this from my daughter I thought of your blog hence your blog name Life Is A Comedy For Those Who Think...
I don't usually forward jokes but I thought If you haven't read it before you would get a kick out of it.

Have a nice day.

Red Molly

Thinker's Anonymous

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then
-- to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon
I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it
wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I
was thinking all the time.

That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I had turned off
the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night
at her mother's. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and
employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends
at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the
office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts
me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't
stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me
a lot to think about.

I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I
confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking," she
said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as
college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you
keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of
rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional

"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed
for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking
lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors...

They didn't open. The library was closed. To this day, I believe that a
Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

As I sank to the ground, clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for
Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining
your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the
standard Thinker's Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a
recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we
avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things
are a lot better at home.

I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today, I joined the Republican Party.

I love it RM!

Monday, August 08, 2005 at 5:12 PM

Happy Birthday Beloved!

Let's all wish Tennessee Jed a Happy Birthday today! We can also welcome him into the blogging world! I love you, Beloved!

Saturday, August 06, 2005 at 9:52 AM

Masters and Mavericks......

I'd like to welcome a dear friend to the blogging world. Joe Powell is an extremely intelligent creature. Many have despaired, of late, due to the demise of his radio show "Cup of Joe". His hilarious and insightful political commentary wooed even the most hard of hearts. He interviewed the upper eschalon of Tennessee Politics with no fear of retribution ( to bad though because now there's no show). He never let a politician off easy and often knew more about their issues than they did. Joe is also a movie trivia guru. I challenge anyone to try and stump this man with anything movie related. It appears as if he will keep the tradition of the trivia game going via the blog. Beware: You may think you know movies, but unless you know the grip's first wife's mother's maiden name of every movie ever made, then you are mistaken. The self-proclaimed "Master of Motion Pictures in East Tennessee" will make mince-meat of ya, but you'll laugh your ass off as he does it. Welcome Joe! We're glad to hear your "voice" again.

Joe, Tennessee Jed made the logo at top sans permission to use your image. (Look closely at the coffee cup) Let me know if you mind and I'll take it down.

Also, I'd like to welcome another friend back to Tennessee. If you are one of my faithful readers, you might have seen her blog via my links: "The Cold Hard Stare of the Hollywood Sign". She is a talented writer, editor, singer, guitarist...Let's suffice it to say, she's the definition of a maverick. Her new blog is titled The Tennessee Waltz. I'm glad to see her back in our fair state and hope she makes her way here. (I love ya girly girl!)

You can find their links here and on my sidebar. Let's welcome them happily into the fold.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005 at 11:20 AM

Explication: A Recipe For Creation....

Luckily, I've finished my poetry explication due today. These papers are killing me. I love to write. I don't like to be edited by a seventeen year old "peer". The last paper edited by this person came back to me with comma splices to beat the band. I know I'm not a grammar guru, but I do know how to write a sentence. I've been out of school for seven years. I've forgotten more than I learned my two years in college during that time. It's hard for me to write these Comp II papers. I like writing satire, commentary, and opinion. These papers have to be so dry to get the grade. Oh well, only 4 more classes and I'll have knocked it out.

I was reading today the Bush thinks we should teach intelligent design alongside evolution. My uncle, a professor of Biology and Botony at Carson Newman College, said it best,"Evolution is divine. Just because science found a recipe for man's creation doesn't mean God wasn't the one stirring
the pot." If we sanction teachers to teach divine creation, we open a can of worms for their ideaologys to confuse our children. I believe in prayer in long as it's silent. I believe in telling the children, "I believe God's hand stirs the pot." That should be enough. Here's my answer to the Darwin emblems and the Jesus emblems. I'm working now to have it available as a sticker here on my site. I've never seen one like it. I tried to Google it but I didn't get a hit. Let's hope it's an original idea.

Monday, August 01, 2005 at 9:58 PM

Hung to my knees, Chapter 7...

Hey Now, it is Tennessee Jed here keeping this weblog alive for Mt. Girl. I have some good news and some bad news.

Let me share the good news first. I have landed a job working for the government as a skilled trades craftsworker in all aspects of maintenance for our fair city. I am excited to get in with these folks, because I have worked with them on special events for the past five years as a sign guy. The one thing I admire about the city crew is they don't have a down trodden attitude. I have always guessed they did not have the same stress as a private business where their boss knew every little lost screw was a little less in his pocket for his new boat fund.

I sure am a thankful to God for giving me a chance to use my dynamic skills where I can attain a retirement fund. Some of my friends know I was plotting a "prison
pension plan" if I could not establish a real job with benefits. My plan was to wait until I was retirement age and try a big money crime. It had three possible outcomes, all of which fixed me for the rest of my life. The first outcome was to pull it off and have all the money I could need. The second was to be killed in the act. The third and most likely, was spending my retirement life in jail. When I looked at the structure of life in a nursing home it was similar enough to call it the same (with the added bonus of not directly costing my family any cash). The jail "rape factor" was also greatly reduced by being old and not having health insurance. At that age, my hemroids would surely hang to my knees (I just can't picture anything less attractive than that for anykind of lover).

Now for the bad news. I have had a horrible time of making ends meet for the past five years post-divorce with kids, screwed up house deals, medical setbacks, bad
credit choices, bad lawyers (both working for me and the ex), and the fact that my income has been the same and everything else has drasticly increased. I kept thinking things would get better. I would just borrow a little more now and catch up when things were more fruitful. Well, the fact is that even my new job with the civil service pays about the same as I have been making, and fruitful times are not coming soon. I have tried to work a deal with the credit council. They say my debt to income is too upside down to help me. I guess all I can do is fold my hand in chapter 7 court. I keep telling the hospital and the credit card folks if they would not force me immediately, I would pay them in full. I would just have to owe them until I could, but they are agressive and want a resolution.

So I ask for any advice, good thoughts, and prayers I can get from you kind readers.

I just do not understand exactly how I screwed up. I always paid things on
time until two years ago and like a train wreck all that went over a cliff. My beacon credit score was at least 780, now it is in the 400's. I guess it is like health it takes years to grow nice solid arm bones and one second to snap them.