One of my favorite things

Good Afternoon!

Today I want to share with everyone one of my favorite things. The "Favorite Thing" subject for today will be Infidel Guy.

When I first began doubting my faith, a friend suggested that I go to this site for two reasons: 1) the creator of the site/forum was an Atheist of Color and 2) The people there would be more than helpful when I had questions.
That was *thinks* I believe two years ago. And so far, I have seen the site grow despite the severe religious' right in the form of a certain couple I will not name, attempts to bring it down. But I digress.
Go to Infidel Guy and The Debate Hour. Tell them that DaugherofThought sent you.

Bored Writer Monday

It's been a few weeks since I've really sat down and written something. Since I don't want to overload you guys, I am going to put fragments of a short story I am working on every Monday and Wednesday. Give me as much constructive feedback as possible!


Daemon


I didn't know what it was that drew me to Jonathan. There was nothing that really set him apart from any other man. At least physically. He wasn't too tall or too short, and his hair was that nondescript brown. Nothing really special actually. But this did not keep me from being drawn to him.
The situations always began the same way: I would be doing something else, only to have him intrude. Now I won't lie, sometimes those intrusions were duly needed. For example, there was this one time when I tried to do my taxes myself. You should have seen the sight! I was hunched over various forms, drinking a tepid raspberry tea and swearing all the long. I was just about to chunk it all into the garbage can and call H&R Block when there was a knock at the door.
'Great, who could this be. Maybe it's my mother trying to drag me to church.' I thought to myself.
And then there was another knock.
"Okay, look I'm coming. Just give me a damned moment!" I yelled at the door, trying my hardest to get out of a rickety desk chair without stepping on the various levels of paperwork on my floor.

The Saturday SPecial: Memes!

I got this little gem from the Saturday Special Meme :

1. Favorite Book You've Read?:

2. Favorite Book Character?:

3. Favorite Book Genre?:

4. Hardcover or Paper Back?:

1. The Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy

2. Arthur Dent(he's adorable and slightly neurotic)

3. Sci-Fi/Fantasy

4. Paperback: When the covers feel pliable, I tend to get more into the book. Hardcover tends to reek of "forced readings" Think grade school ^_^

I'm Back

Hey kids, I'm feeling better now. Apparently the flu took my brain, and during the time..made it into tapioca pudding.

But Enough about me, let's do something action-y

*cues moveon.org*

Hi,

I wanted to tell you about something pretty outrageous.

Fox News convinced the Democratic Party to let Fox host a nationally-televised Democratic presidential primary debate this summer in Nevada!

But Fox isn't even a legitimate news channel! It's a right-wing mouthpiece like Rush Limbaugh—dedicated to smearing Democrats. (Recently, Fox falsely claimed Sen. Barack Obama attended a terrorist school!)

There's a growing backlash of people demanding that Democrats drop Fox. Can you help out by signing this petition to the Democratic Party of Nevada? It's really easy—just click this link:

http://civic.moveon.org/foxdebate/?referring_id=-6937829-re134I&taf=1

Thanks!

Spanishtown Parade: A lesson in Begging

I promised you guys some info of what went down at the parade, but since I was sidelined with a strange cold that felt more like a flue, I wasn't able to really say what. For that, I apologize.

But I am better now! At least I think so. Anyway, to the parade:

Imagine being surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of people. You wait and wait for something, anything, to give evidence that the parade has begun. It begins. At first, it starts as a trickle of floats, some here, some there..and a whole lotta dead space. During the dead space you dart to and fro in order to gather beads. The whole ones you keep, the dead(meaning broken) ones you leave unless you use the dead beads for other things. You might flirt with people if you are near a cluster of hotties, or just talk to your own friends, like I did.
Some background on my friend M.L. She just happens to have the same first name as I, so in order to keep the sanity, we ask others to call us by the initial of the last name. It works. Anyway, as I was saying! She's a feisty girl, always ever speaking her mind and wanting a good time. And when I mean good time, I mean good clean fun. No dirty thoughts out there, okay?
But I digress.
She informed me that in order to get the "prize", meaning the large beads, I had to beg for them. Heck, to get any of worth, you have to beg for them. Now that I have given a little bit of the back story, here are the begging rules during Mardi Gras:

1. Beg Loudly:
If you are intending for the person on the float to hear you, you must scream. It may seem uncouth, but trust me, you'll be even more embarrassed if you get snubbed.

2. Beg Often:
If you are loud, but only say "please can I have that" only once, you usually are snubbed.

3. Make a damn fool of yourself:
Anything goes, to an extent. If it is a family parade, do not flash. That being said, you can dance, jump, scream, and shimmy all you want if it gets you the beads you want.

4. Don't be ashamed to flirt:
The men(or women if you are male) appreciate a bit of flirting when throwing beads. Yes, I said that. They may look all impervious to baser thoughts, but they are human.

5. Go with friends:
Don't go by yourself, you'll just get depressed. That and you would miss all the good beads because you don't have people standing beside you going "if you want that you need to get that".

Before I go, let me tell you something funny. The amount of beads you have are a show of sexual prowess. If the person beside you is starting to resemble a Maoi woman...maybe you should tap that.

Spanish Town Parade

I suggest that if you come to Baton Rouge, make sure to attend the Spanish Town Parade. It's fun, a little bawdy, and there are lots of beads.
I would write more, but my arms hurt from all of the beads I had to carry.
More info later.

Terms of Ignorance

People, this is Reggie. Also known as Infidelguy.
In the spirit of Black History Month, I have decided to post a little rant he had.
Take it away Reggie!

Jesse Jackson Places Bid for the Presidency

It's only the second week of the month of February, and I pine for it to be March. It is not because I hate Mardis Gras, oh no. I like the celebration of debauchery and excess. It is because this month is Black History Month. This month is basically supposed to be a big ole black-palooza, complete with a scanty history of how we got here and what we intend on doing. The only problem is that we lost focus. Instead we are watching poorly done movies, listening to people who claim to be our leaders, and not turning off Black Embarrassment Television. What our ancestors wanted for us was to stand by a white man, not separate ourselves all together. But yet, it seems to be more fashionable to do so. In fact, I dare say that some people make more money from this separation. People like Louis Farrakhan. Oh dear sweet (fill in deity here) how I dislike that man! He preys on the broken, downtrodden, and then uses the already festering(and misplaced) hate that most of the poor saps have and uses it to fuel his quest for power.
Then there is another baka by the name of Jessie Jackson. I do not know where to begin with this man. Not in least, so I will let it go before I burst a vein or something. Oh wait, I know. The case where the young woman who was harming herself in prison accused jailers of raping her. JJ leaps into the fray and screams racism, only to find out that he was wrong. And no, he did not apologize.
As I was saying, these people pander to the basest thought of people, and make a dollar off of it. They take the bloody corpse of self imposed bigotry, drag it through the streets and then beat it with the crooked bat of stupidity. And then tell us how we should fight the man and basically commercialize Black History Month.
I don't think so. What about making sure that people in horrible conditions are able to take care of themselves, that homeless people can actually find a place to live, and that more black men graduate instead of go to jail? How about telling people we should rely on common sense instead of assuming that the church is going to "heal it all"?
I guess no one thought of that.
Well, except me.

I am late, late late!!

Many apologies to those who actually read this blog. I started school and totally lost track of time.


But I am back now.


Let the freak show begin.