Atheist Meditations

I recently started a new job, and the institution that I know work for has a slightly larger regional footprint than my previous employer. Thus I'm inclined to take greater precautions to protect the anonymity of myself and my employer. I'm not the kind of cat that blogs about my work or my co-workers (well, rarely) but I'm still uncertain as to the implications of some of my new co-workers reading my rants.

It's just something that I've never had to think about before.

Anyways, we're going to try a blog that takes off from the launchpad of my daily life, but hopefully does not cross any ethical boundaries regarding my responsibilities to my new employer.

I'm now working with some analysists who are busy thinking about how the long-term care industry will have to change in the next decade to stay competitve. One guy with a salary that dwarfs mine: "I'm a baby boomer, and when we begin to retire in another decade the sort of long term care we put our parents into just isn't going to do it for us. I look back on the sort of place where we put my mother and I cringe - baby boomers are not going to put up with that. We are going to demand more services and better amenities."

What is up with these darn baby boomers?!?

How much has America suffered because this one generation has been seduced by those who would sell them shit that they are 'entitled' to something? How illogical is it to stuff your own parents into a dumpy nursing home until they die (andthey did have a choice, any one of them could have taken their parents into their home or come up with some other solution. I'm sure a spiritually aware minority did) but now that they're facing the big darkness they 'demand' something better? This is the generation that said yes to NAFTA cuz they wanted their dollars to go further with the illegal aliens. This is the generation that wants a pill for everything from cholesteral to a limp dick and thinks our entire healthcare system ought to list in the direction of the phamacuetical companies that provide their little helpers. I'm tired of it.

My generation endured 4 and a freaking half hours of television a day thanks to baby boomers who never thought to question the damage that replacing a quarter of your conscious time with artificial stimuli might inflict upon developing minds. Hunh?!? Might a horrific schism between reality and what makes up a sizable percentage of their Ideas and Images (T.V.) lead to bit of depression?

Is my inner rage cooling now that I have reliable health coverage? Six months ago I'd just be hitting my stride. Now I'm tired of it.

When I was a young boy, the in thing to do was urinate on an electric fence. Not like on a regular basis or anything, but peer pressure insured that just everybody did it at least once before their balls dropped at adolescene.

I've just had that memory triggered by the beer and the Twins game.

Who could have thought that such a fate awaited the best team in baseball?

Oh Torii, oh Cuddy! Oh to the Joes and Johan! Woe be every talented and inspiring member of the Minnesota Twins!

I'm hurt'n. See you next season.

So I've had the pleasure of attending my first two post season games this year for the greatest team in baseball, the Minnesota Twins. Unfortunately, both games were rather depressing losses where the Twins seemed to never really get the good wood that they've been so celebrated for in the last few months.

Frank Thomas, who is that guy?!? I don't want to see him tested for steriods, I just want someone to x-ray him and prove to me that his insides are not a terminator cyborg! Johan Santana, who should be this years Cy Young award winner, who most commentators refer to as the best pitcher in the league - first pitch, crack, home run for Frank Thomas. What a long ball! That big slugger sure made knocking one into the stands look easy.

There was no joy on the streets of Minneapolis last night.

Just like in Highlander, in the MLB there can be only one. The Twins earned their place here in the post-season, and it ain't over until it is over. Go Twins!

Also, Michael Cuddyer's got a blog for the playoffs. It's cool to see how the blog tech is making baseball players seem even more real and approachable. So far he's been spared most of the blogshit, I wonder how the powers that be at MLB are handling it all . . .

Yeeeeehaaaaaaaaaawww! ! !

After losing one hundred games this year the Kansas City Royals' said, 'No More!' They had the chance, albeit a slight one, to walk into the Detroit Tigers' stadium and kick the home team right in the balls.

What a finale, for four of the five Central Division teams to be locked into such monumental series! Chicago, only recently assassinated out of the Wild Card by the Twins and looking for payback - winning the first two games. The Royals, showing that they were nobody's punks, looking to spread some pain around in Detroit.

Detriot lost the first game. Minnesota fails to pick up the lead. Detriot lost the second game, Minnesota again fails to get one over on the Sox.

Finally, Minnesota gets the upper hand on Chicago; crowds chant 'lets go Royals!' in the Metrodome as the scoreboards updated to a tied game. We watched with incredulous amazement as Kansas City pitched out of some deep shit in overtime; then resposte to the same loaded bases at the bottom of the inning. Gobble up three more outs, omigosh, Twins have been handed the Division Championship on a silver fucking platter!

I'm gonna buy me a Royals hat, wear it with pride. That's a team with some real street-fighter heart. Get in your face, on your turf, and make you eat it.

Let's go Royals! Let's go!

(oh, right, your season is over. . . well, thanks for all the memories.)