Thank you board of edu... wtf did I just step in...

I haven't written about the news in a while... but I couldn't pass this one up. Apparently in Peyton Colorado there is absolutely nothing to do in your spare time... except thinks of things to do with poop. So, why not integrate it into the education system, so that the fine children of your community will learn to respect it. HUH?!?!?! WTF?!?!?!?!

A Peyton, Colo., elementary school principal has apologized to parents and teachers for a "lesson" that involved students looking inside a bag of human waste. Peyton Elementary Principal Michael Auclaire said Tuesday the incident Monday was the result of frustration he and the school's janitorial staff felt at the reoccurring messes in the bathroom frequented by fourth and fifth grade girls, The (Colorado Springs) Gazette reported Thursday. He said the intention of having the children don gloves and look inside the bag of feces and urine was to help the children understand that it is inappropriate to defecate on the floor or toilet seats of the bathroom. However, he conceded that having the children handle the bag "was not the best thing to do."

Ok, let me get this strait... janitors are complaining about cleaning up a bathroom. I'm pretty sure this is where people get told, if you don't want to clean up after someone, get a different job! Ohh ohh better yet... if you would have payed more attention in SCHOOL you wouldn't be cleaning the toilets at one. Well, at least that's what my school counselor always told me...
So, back to the point, you think that by making a kid play with a bag of shit you are going to fix the problem? Hope you don't have any flaming bags of crap sitting on your front porch this weekend... because honestly, they are only going to be emulating those that influence their lives every day... Mr nasty ass fecalfeliac poop lover... hope the bag spills in your desk you sicko.

Podcast!

Well, looks like I'm going to take yet another step in the world of speaking my mind. I will soon start doing an audio podcast. Once I get all the kinks worked out, not only will I make an ass out of myself with the written word... everyone can see how much I sound like an idiot as well. I might even do a weekly videocast as well. Not to sure on that one, I would need to work out a "set" of sorts as a back drop. I'm hoping to get my first one out soon. Right now I'm working on the format that I would use, such as content, music, and how long it will actually be. So stay tuned, I'm coming soon to a sound card near you!
Unless you are using an iPod... then it would be coming soon to your earbuds.... but then again, you could be using speakers with it... or, you might be using a Zune like me, which the only difference is the fact that it's not an Apple device... then the same sound device would apply....


...never mind

What makes a fan...

Fan. Short for fanatic. A person marked or motivated by an extreme, unreasoning enthusiasm, as for a cause. The use of the word "fan" is kicked around with regularity these days. Sports, movies, books.... people... When you boil it down though, a fan or fanatic could be pretty derogatory. Try it some time. Call someone a fanatic. They will probably react as if you were calling them a flag hating war monger just wanting to kill people... call them a fan, they might proudly display a tattoo of a team logo while singing a song. The subtle key is how you use the word in most cases.

The reason I bring up this point is due to a discussion I had with a co-worker the other day. It all started with a txt message saying "I'm almost ashamed to be watching this game..." For those of you who don't know, I’m a pretty big football fan. It doesn't matter if it’s high school, college, or the NFL... I will watch it. I have been known to be cruising down back roads and pull my truck over to watch a Friday night 2A school playing iron man football for nothing more than pride. Hmmmm, unreasoning enthusiasm... Anyways, I don't particularly get fired up over things. Sure I’m excitable, but I don’t go dressing up like character from movies, buy sound tracks because one song on it is from a band I like, or buy books just because person X wants to spill all over the New York Times their latest "send me money because I spoke" bound pile of paper. Adjusting my sideline team cap, the response hits the inbox on my phone... "Well, at least they scored... finally" This feeble attempt to make me feel good, was in fact a classic dig that the two of us share quite often. There tends to be a few unwritten rules among men... well at least as I see it. Wives/girlfriends are off limits, always offer to buy the first round, handshakes are as good as your signature, and insults are not personal, just good form. So I reply with a weak half hearted zing knowing full well the assault is on its way. At this point I am still on the edge of my chair yelling at the officials on my screen, standing up and cheering on the few good plays I see... and of course...proudly beating my jersey into my chest. Half time has past... adjustments made by the team are just not working. Text messages are flying into me like I was on the line during the battle of the bulge. Shells of insults blasting in my face, flashes of "you suck" are stinging my ear drums...

So to the point of what makes a fan... is it the passion? Is it simply pledging allegiance to a certain something? Is it stalking? I type this as two footballs sit to my left, visor on my head, team logo t-shirt on, coffee cup with the bold colors of the stadium shine, the team report playing in my ear on a pod cast, a picture of the teams cheerleaders peeking from behind this page on my screen's background......hmmm...shit.

My name is ChuCK_AmuCK. I am a fanatic. My Houston Texans lost on Sunday 38-17. No, it wasn't even that close. Yes I suck.