this weekend was off the chain as my mother would say. what? you’re mother doesn’t use ethnic slang? friday night kev and i went to see fresh ground comics, a stand-up comedy group from right here in birmingham. years of racism and blowing shit up will make anyone crazy enough to get up in front of a roomful of strangers and bitch about flavored lube. despite the hurricane force winds and flash flooding we ventured out to catch mike mccall and his merry band of emo rejects perform. i kid! all of the guys did really well.

5 minutes before showtime and mike still doesn’t have his shit together.

dmoney turned 32 saturday and threw herself one kick ass party. i can’t remember the last time i had a keg at a party. of course i don’t, i was probably curled up in a fetal position around it’s empty barrel. and no, it is not a coincidence that we’re all wearing irreverent t-shirts. only 2 of us are actual douchebags.

dmoney models the earrings i gave her for her birthday. it’s a free trade product so the 100 year old tibetan lady who fashioned them, while hunched over in a 4×4 sweatbox, was compensated handsomely with a goat.

if i was a meteorologist i would constantly send out cloud fart weather warnings.

that is juice in the cup. yummy, yummy hoppy juice.

at parties in the South we burn shit. in a cauldron. dancing naked under the full moon is not required until your third visit.

hot pr0n. need i say more?

rob in repose. that would make a great band name. a band that does falco covers.

all photos can be seen here. go there now! or i’ll turn you into a newt!

on a lighter and less “she’s a witch! burn her!” note, i offer you the following:

after the rains yesterday our backyard turned into a pond. i am now investing in doggy life jackets for the girls.

dmoney rocks out. although not with her cock out.

nothing is more fun than taking photos in a bathroom. be glad i didn’t take a photo of my bowel movement.

i asked for it and i got it. while the majority of the comments to this post were positive or neutral a couple of you voiced your opinion on my apparent heathenism. i’ve been thinking for the past couple of weeks how to follow up my post on Christianity and every thing i’ve written turned out to be this long-winded diatribe about growing up under the oppressive thumb of the Baptist private school system, being brainwashed, and wah!, listen to me whine about my blessed childhood. so here it is in a nutshell: i’m not anti-Christianity, i’m not even anti-God, i’m just starting to come out from everything that i’ve been taught as true and beginning to ask real questions. does this make me an atheist? no. does this make me a bad person? certainly not. will some family and friends shun me? probably, but thems the breaks for being of independent mind and free-will. i’ve been a sheep for so long and blindly followed the teachings of the church without stopping to say, hey, something just doesn’t add up here. i would rather be true to myself and my heart than pretend to be something that i might not be.

contrary to belief i am not in a dark place. in fact, at this time i couldn’t be happier. telling someone they are in a “dark place” simply because they don’t necessarily believe what you believe is part of the reason we have people ramming planes into buildings. i love and accept all of you for your beliefs and do not look down upon you, so is it right for you to do the same? i do not remember the Bible teaching “love one another, but only if they believe as you do”. hipocricy is a fickle madame. i don’t begrudge any of you your beliefs and welcome you to “pray for me”, but i ask this, spend your prayers on those who really need it: for abused and molested children. pray for all the innocents that die at the hands of disease, famine, war. pray that man can find peace, whether through religion or science.

the poster on Christianity was not intended to criticize, but to open a dialogue. last year when i went to see my family in albuquerque, a girl who sat next to me on the plane inquired about my religious beliefs. instead of engaging in a civilized conversation about God, Jesus, and all that jazz, she shoved pamphlets in my hands and lectured me on questioning “our Lord and Savior”. what did she accomplish? other than making me want to shove her body in the luggage rack, nothing. this kamikaze style preaching is grotesque and violating.

a friend of mine told me today “The reasons why religion is so powerful are many, but at the root is humanity’s need for its existence to mean more than living and dying. Religion answers that. It answers all of those questions. Those answers are wrong, but religion is easy to accept. It doesn’t require questioning, thought, or even an understanding, just acceptance.” maybe that is all there is to this life: living and dying. ashes to ashes.