Archive for the ‘Not Cool’ Category
With this whole mosque debate going on and about how close it could be built to Ground Zero, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the subject. We practice freedom of religion in this country. We have the right to practice whatever religion we choose. So from a legal standpoint, the mosque should be allowed to be built. But that being said, it is an absolute slap in the face of Americans everywhere to build this. It is the ultimate in disrespect. And in my opinion, it is clearly being built for one purpose: to provoke us. I think my Dad said it best when he said “They can build that Ground Zero mosque the day that Iran, Syria, Saudi Arabia, and the rest of those hard line Muslim countries allow a Christian church or Synagogue to be built without obstruction on their turf.”
While freedom of religion is “practiced” in the US, it is done within our laws. But in a global view of things, I can’t say I’m for freedom of religion. If freedom of religion means I have to be cool with a group who mistreats women by cutting their noses off or stoning them to death as forms of punishment, then I guess I’m against freedom of religion. So sue me. There is something really jacked up when a religion is cool with something as heinous as honor killings. Screw that. I know I’m pointing the finger at Islam, but I feel this way towards any religion that violates human rights. That goes for the Catholic church and their child abuse scandals, as well as any cults or wackos like David Koresh.
Sexiness for everyone from Glow Berlin on Vimeo.
Anyway, I hope I’ve gotten my point across. But one more knock against Islam. If Islam is keeping girls like this girl in the video under wraps, then I’m even more against freedom of religion. Not cool.
-Dave Q.
Yesterday, I lost my Grandfather. He passed away after it was discovered last week that he had an advanced case of prostate cancer. I wish I could be in Costa Rica for the funeral, but I am stuck in Boston for a few more days. Had the funeral been planned for the weekend, I might have been able to make it. But apparently there is a quick turnaround on these sort of things in Costa Rica, and the funeral is today.
I wish I could be therefor my Father. He left last Thrusday to Costa Rica after my Grandfather’s condition worsened. I’m glad he had a chance to say goodbye. I know if I were in his shoes, I would have wanted that opportunity. I know he’s hurting because of this. My Father is a stong man, but the heart can only take so much.
I never knew my Grandfather as well as I would have liked. The physical distance between us was one reason. The language barrier was the other. I will always regret that, but it wasn’t anything I could do much about. Or was there? Of course now I can second guess just about everything I did or didn’t do. And I am.
At this point I’m looking to just get back home and be with family. This trip can’t end soon enough. But one thing my Father has instilled in me is that you can’t back out of a commitment. Which is what his Father taught him. So while it would be understandable to call my boss and tell her that I have to leave, it wouldn’t be what they would want. So I’ll stick around. With a heavy heart.
-Dave Q.
Today I got some disheartening news. I found out that my Grandfather is suffering from advanced prostate cancer. I know nothing about medicine, but that doesn’t sound good to me. From what I understand, he is going to have surgery this week. Until we hear the results of this, all we can do is pray for the best. Making matters worse, my Grandmother isn’t doing to hot either. She has a bad elbow and recently fell hurting herself. She is in the hospital awaiting her second suregery. Both of my hurting grandparents are my Father’s parents.
My grandparents live in Costa Rica. Geography has kept me from having close relationships with family there. In recent years, I have been able to communicate with them much more frequently thanks to technology, but my grandparents are old school, and never got into any of this. But that’s no excuse for me to not call more often. My Spanish being pathetic at best doesn’t help the situation. Phone calls are difficult because of the communication barrier. I regret not being a better Spanish speaker.
I have a trip to Costa Rica scheduled this summer. Needless to say, it just got a lot more significant. I want to get there as soon as possible and see them, along with all my other family. No doubt there will be a good amount of soul searching on this trip. In more ways than one.
-Dave Q.
I snapped this pic over the weekend. Nice car. But that Dominos sign on the roof of it can’t help when it comes to the ladies.
I get that some people are consumed with status symbols. But to be forced to deliver pizzas because of it? Come on, man. Sell the car. Drive something a little more modest. And then you won’t have to take that part-time job just to pay your car note. You also won’t have people taking pics of your fancy car delivering pizzas. What’s so hard about living within your means?
I didn’t take into account that it could be some spoiled rich kid who got the BMW for their birthday and their parents forced them to get a job. In which case I applaud the parents. But let’s face it, chances are if you’re buying your kid a BMW, then they don’t need a job to get some cash. They have mommy and daddy for that.
I almost feel compelled to get Dominos delivered when I watch the Spurs-Mavericks game tonight in the hope that I get this guy as the delivery driver. If I see a bimmer parked in the street when I open the front door, not only will I give him his $3 tip, but I’m also gonna give him a pat on the shoulder. And maybe an “I’m sorry”.
GO SPURS GO!!!
-Dave Q.
That’s Jared. Yeah, that Jared. Subway’s Jared. Jared friggin’ Fogle. Mr. I Lost Weight By Only Eating Subway. Yeah. I think he found all that weight he lost.
What the hell happened??!? I remember joking with friends back in the day that Subway better pray that Jared didn’t one day keel over from a heart attack. This can’t be good for business. Someone needs to renew his gym membership or something. If I owned any stock in Subway, I might want to consider selling. And then recommend at the next shareholders meeting that they stop offering cookies with those oh so healthy sandwiches.
Speaking of fat guys, surely you saw this pic by now. The pic above was taken by a stewardess flight attendant who had to be wondering how the hell she was gonna get the drink cart past that dude. Seriously though, WTF? Big time safety risk. If there was an emergency, can you imagine all the problems the passengers would encounter? I’d be pissed if I died in a plane because a fat guy crushed me during some turbulence.
For all I know that guy on the plane could have been Jared.
-Dave Q.
I’m not a big fan of going to the doctor, but I came down with a cold over a week ago. I got over the cold about Wednesday of last week, but the cough that accompanied it has remained. And it is killing me. It is really bad at night when I am trying to get some sleep. My sleep habits aren’t great to begin with, so when you toss in the coughing factor, I’m just not getting any reasonable amount of quality sleep. And of course I’m just yawning during the day. I couldn’t even eat enough turkey over the Thanksgiving weekend to induce a cough-free coma.
This week I will be at an off-site training instead of going to the office. Good thing because I’ve been coughing a lot at work. And a co-worker likes to point out that I am not coughing in the government approved manner, which consists of coughing into your arm? This whole time I’ve just been covering my mouth. My bad.
I hope it’s not swine flu. My coughs sound like traditional coughs. Not oinks. So I may be okay.
-Dave (cough) Q.
Now here is a cause I can get behind. 
October is here. And that means it’s Breast Cancer Awareness month. And it’s times like these that I feel I should speak out. You see everyone, few causes are as important as this one. You want to Save the whales? That’s great. But let’s save the boobs first, got it? Priorities, people!
You want to hug a tree? That’s cool. Me? I’d rather hug boobs. And I think I speak for every man and woman out there that boobs take priority over trees. So, to hell with the trees. Save the boobs! This cannot be ignored!! If that means other causes have to be put on the back burner, so be it! Priorities, people.
What about PETA? Hmmm… no. Save the boobs, damn it! I hope I am getting through to everyone. This is absolutely of the utmost importance!! Don’t ignore this plea. To illustrate how motivated I am about this, I will offer free breast exams as long as there is something in writing that I can’t be held accountable for anything. I am just trying to help here.
A world without boobs is a world I don’t want to be in. 
-Dave Q.
So I am up right now thinking about my dog, Max. I had to leave him at the vet tonight. He has something potentially serious happening with him and if he doesn’t improve by tomorrow, then he’s facing surgery. And that’s not good.
So you might be wondering what is wrong with him? Well, I noticed that he was acting funny Sunday night. He was very lethargic and didn’t want to eat. I thought it was odd, because Max is an eating machine, but I left it alone. But last night was the same thing. And I took him to an emergency pet clinic. They took some x-rays and ran some tests, but nothing was conclusive. All this wrapped up at 2am.
This morning he seemed to be doing better, but I called his regular vet anyway and gave him a head’s up on what was going on. He asked if Max had vomited, which he had, and if he did anymore to bring him in. When I got in from work today, I saw that he wasn’t holding anything down. So off to the vet we went.
More x-rays. More tests. And the doc sees that he is constipated. Which wouldn’t be a big deal except he couldn’t explain why. Not to get too graphic or anything, but the doc decides to give Max an enema to try to get his bowels going. Well, it kind of worked. It worked well enough to see what he had inside him. The doc removed cloth. To be more exact, cloth from a towel. And then of course it all starts to come together. I found a ripped up towel in the backyard Saturday night. The towel I use to dry them after I give them a bath. I didn’t realize he ate any of it. And it’s my fault because I left the towel within his reach. Way to go, Dave.
I got Max as a puppy. And back in the day he had a tendency to run off with my girlfriend’s panties and eat them. No joke. And I thought he had grown out of it. He is 10 years old now and I just haven’t worried about anything like this for a long time. But I blame myself for dropping the ball.
So, here I am. Unable to sleep. Wide awake thinking about my buddy, Max. We’ll see what the doc says tomorrow. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for good news. I know he is just a dog. But if you feel like saying a little prayer, or just want to send some good vibes his way, please feel free.
-Dave Q.
By the way, Max was the only good thing to come out of a relationship with an ex girlfriend. Well, that and a John Smoltz autographed baseball. He’s my boy. And I want him to be ok.
