Memorial Day

Yesterday I spent the day with Alex, Sonya, and Seth. Seth got him a couple of waterguns, and we had a watergun fight. I was soaked, but Seth was soaked more. I had a good visit with everyone.

My Teeth

With everything that has been happening lately, I almost forgot to mention that I am done with the dentist! My teeth are all fixed!

Sheriff

Menard got a new sheriff today. The commissioners appointed a retired DPS trooper for the job. It is still not clear whether a special election will be held in November, of if he will serve out the former Sheriff's term. We'll see what happens; it's definitely been a shit-storm.

Movie Review: Munich

Ok, I wouldn't normally do a movie review, but movies supposedly that are based in fact that are grossly inaccurate or biased really tick me off. Munich. I read some of the reviews for Munich before I rented it such as Spielberg "betrayed his heritage" and was "sympathetic with the terrorists". I was shocked to see that it was the most pro-Israeli movie I have ever seen. He barely touched on the details of the actual events of the 72 Olympics, and the details of the kidnapping and murder of the 11 Israeli athletes. Spielberg did however, go into great detail on the actions Mossad assassins. Throughout the movie Spielberg portayed the Mossad members as brave and loyal countymen, while he tends to de-humanize the Palestinian terrorists as scared, bumbling heathens. Spielberg failed to point out that 2 Mossad agents assassinated a man in Norway that had no ties to Black September whatsoever, and that the PLO later captured the two Mossad agents. The two agents spilled the beans on the "revenge plot" and the workings of the Mossad; virtually halting the agency for years. If this whole movie had been done from a Palestinian perspective, Spielberg would have been accused of inciting violence. Instead, the movie leads me to conclude; Arab terrorist bad, Jewish assassin good. The only thing that Spielberg got right was that in the Israeli / Palestinian conflict the spilling of blood will continue to be answered by the spilling of more blood.

The saga continues

The county has called in the DPS and Texas Rangers to help man 911 and patrol while we look for an interim sheriff. Then the county will hold a special election in November to vote on the Sheriff. Among the candidates is our ex-Sheriff who was voted out in November. Boy, I hope he doesn't hold a grudge!

http://www.sanangelostandardtimes.com/sast/news_local/article/0,1897,SAST_4956_4719988,00.html
http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=state&id=4200959
http://www.news8austin.com/content/headlines/?ArID=162694&SecID=2
http://www.team4news.com/Global/story.asp?S=4942238&nav=0w0v
http://www.kristv.com/Global/story.asp?S=4941818&nav=Bsmh

Small town

Well yesterday all of the emergency and police dispatchers walked off the job, and today our Sheriff and two deputies quit. That left one deputy to patrol the county, oversee 4 inmates, and answer all of the 911 calls. That's just like the Free State of Menard to be totally lawless. It looks like it is going to be a big mess; I have heard that the commissioners might appoint a new sheriff, but I'm not sure.
On a sad note, I found out this morning that one of my high-school classmates Mario was killed in a car accident. The funeral is scheduled for Wednesday, and I will be attending. In a small class (21), everyone is pretty close. My heart goes out to his family.

Which Describes How You're Feeling All The Time?

Greetings from Boerne, TX. I just got back from Brandon and Cristy's wedding, and it was nice, but it was yet again another occasion to show me how emotionally distant and socially retarded I am. I spent much of the night trying to join circles of conversation only to find myself either standing outside the circle of immediately destroying the circle when I stepped in and uttered my verbal diarrhea. The night was salvaged by my long conversation with my friend and "counselor" Mark. He is the best person to talk about life and other deep philosophical topics.

"My name is Coby, and I am a social retard."

I miss you

I miss you. I think about you every day. When something is said about Virginia, Heather, or about anything you've said, my stomach knots up. I even save every Virginia quarter I find to remind me of you. I don't really understand what happened, or what I did wrong. I really want to talk to you, or even better, see you.

crap!

Wedding

Yesterday, I went to Jeff and Martha's wedding.  It was a very nice, small wedding.  Jeff and Martha seemed a little nervous, but I don't know why cause they make a good couple.  As I was entering the church, I saw Dee Dee, a good friend of mine from high school.  I bet I haven't seen her in 13-14 years.  She looks just the same, but with short hair.  We remembered each other too.  She asked where my Walkman was, cause I used to always have my Walkman with me.  It's funny what people remember about you.  We talked more at the reception, mostly about people from high school and photography class and stuff.  I had a good time.

Tags: wedding, friends, high school

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Version Number What?

Today at work I was thinking about the effort I have been making lately to change the direction of my life, and my attitude and all, and I began to wonder; if I was software, what version would I be? Here's what I came up with.

• Version .9 / ages 0-2 / Just a baby, not able to express myself well
• Version 1.0 / ages 2-8 / Happy, having fun, loving life, liking school
• Version 2.0 / ages 9-14 / Hated school, picked on, bullied, started hating myself
• Version 2.8 / ages 15-17 / School was OK, was more accepted by peers, awkward
• Version 3.0 / ages 17-18 / Hated college, liked living away from home, doubted self
• Version 4.0 / ages 19-21 / Got my first full-time job, happy wage earner
• Version 5.0 / ages 21-32 / Dad died, my faith is shaken and I questioned my purpose
• Version 5.1 / ages 33-? / re-evaluation of life, looking for answers

So here I am at v5.1 trying to make some changes to my life, attempting to reach out to people, "opening up" more emotionally to friends and family; being naked and vulnerable.