We've all been had! The Japanese are FAKES!

Video clip, turn on your sound and read the subtitles!

Stay down here with the cockroaches ...

Well, I was going to talk about the Discovery Liftoff today, but I had a conversation with Lunch Friend over IM that was so much more deserving of publication. We started off talking about the liftoff of course …

Lunch Friend: What do you think about the space program?
Sweet Reagan: why
Lunch Friend: my fucking friend, Sarah, just told me she thinks we spend far too much on the space program
Lunch Friend: SHE’S FUCKING NUTS
Sweet Reagan: oh
Sweet Reagan: yea, tell her she's dumb
Lunch Friend: I FUCKING WILL
Sweet Reagan: does she realize the earth is going to die one day
Lunch Friend: I don't think so
Sweet Reagan: dummy
Sweet Reagan: we'll leave her down here with all the cockroaches then
Lunch Friend: and I don't think she realizes how her everyday life and luxuries are products and bi-products of space technology and exploration

Then the conversation moved on. Ladies, you are going to love this! FYI, “Lunch Friend” is one of the most intellectual men I know, absolutely brilliant!

Lunch Friend: Well....it is interesting...I've had an on-going debate with some close friends...
Lunch Friend: about....
Lunch Friend: well, they believe that women are "naturally" inferior
Sweet Reagan: who are these idiots?
Lunch Friend: I myself, of course, argue against them
Lunch Friend: I can't give names
Sweet Reagan: you are a brilliant man
Lunch Friend: for several years now, I've been the butt of their jokes...."sensitive, women's lib" man
Lunch Friend: they truly believe that a woman's biological make up will never allow her to be equal to men
Lunch Friend: they believe that a woman's "emotional" nature....makes them completely irrational, and unable to make the right decisions
Lunch Friend: what do you think of that Sweet Reagan
Lunch Friend: well...as far as I'm concerned....
Lunch Friend: I've always argued that women are in fact equal, and in this day and age are probably the ones who will foster progress
Lunch Friend: I embrace the idea of a woman president
Sweet Reagan: that is a completely asinine and ignorant thought process and i can prove that it can be equally true for men
Lunch Friend: YES
Lunch Friend: I KNOW
Lunch Friend: and GO FOR IT
Sweet Reagan: in fact most of road rage is carried out by MEN!
Lunch Friend: right
Sweet Reagan: completely emotional
Sweet Reagan: it's just a matter of what context you use it
Lunch Friend: right
Lunch Friend: well....they argue....
Lunch Friend: that women's sensitivity can be a hindrance to proper military action
Lunch Friend: this by the way
Lunch Friend: is an argument I've had with several different groups of guys
Lunch Friend: for YEARS
Lunch Friend: and until recently, I had only one guy friend who had my back
Lunch Friend: NOW HE believes women are inferior
Sweet Reagan: he's probably some poor schlub who just got his heart mangled
Lunch Friend: and all because he has to justify getting dumped by his "ONE" true love...
Sweet Reagan: HA!
Lunch Friend: hence....your argument stands
Lunch Friend: and men will make bad decisions because of their emotion
Sweet Reagan: yes
Lunch Friend: but....whatever...
Lunch Friend: I'll tell you what a woman has that men don't...
Lunch Friend: where I think they strengths lie the most
Lunch Friend: I believe that their compassion is a key to global trade agreements and foreign policy
Lunch Friend: and as far as WAR goes
Lunch Friend: a woman will throw herself into a volcano for something she loves
Lunch Friend: why not her OWN COUNTRY
Lunch Friend: LIKE HER OWN CHILD
Lunch Friend: while us men, think we have all the answers....stroking our cocks, and chasing tail all day long
Sweet Reagan: lol, you keep typing
Sweet Reagan: that's funny stuff
Lunch Friend: We only have one thing going for us....that we help populate...
Lunch Friend: but then again, there is always a daunting "over-population" issue
Lunch Friend: and if we men truly had it our way.....WE'D be impregnating just about everything we could....BUT, a woman usually keeps us from doing that
Lunch Friend: and if we are doing it, it is behind their backs
Lunch Friend: because we know in our "hearts" it is wrong
Lunch Friend: STILL, it is a woman we are chasing anyway
Lunch Friend: isn't it guys?
Lunch Friend: I mean, when are you NOT thinking about some woman, somewhere?
Lunch Friend: and if you say you aren't....
Lunch Friend: YOU’RE A FUCKING DOG LIAR
Lunch Friend: Women are the future
Lunch Friend: they are the most detrimental "Asset"...no pun intended
Lunch Friend: we are a patriarchal society, built on an illusion...
Lunch Friend: we have programmed ourselves, including some women, into to believing that MEN are the only ones who can make things happen
Lunch Friend: and change
Lunch Friend: the world
Lunch Friend: BUT WHAT HAVE WE DONE RECENTLY
Lunch Friend: BUT WAR
Lunch Friend: FIGHT
Lunch Friend: LIKE SCHOOLBOYS
Lunch Friend: FOR PRIDEFUL REASONS
Lunch Friend: Anyway
Lunch Friend: how's that for a rant
Lunch Friend: Basically, to say that women are inferior
Lunch Friend: is a grave mistake
Sweet Reagan: geez, you are definitely going on the website today buddy

And this is why “Lunch Friend” is my best friend in the whole world!

Meet an inmate.

Everyday I log into my Yahoo messenger and start my day. Today has gone by relatively uneventful. We had a busy morning with meetings scheduled here in the office. I had lunch with a good friend of mine. We always go out for my favorite food, sushi. I can’t get enough of it. I think they put crack in sushi, it’s an addiction. Anyway, I returned to the office to confront a minor altercation between a tenant and his employee. Needless to say, neither of them are allowed back in the building and an HPD officer is using my conference room to gather statements and conduct his investigation. So much for leaving the office early today.

So then I post on IM that I am bored, because this really has nothing to do with me and I had planned on leaving early today. So now I have to find something to pass the time. My lunch friend comes back with a website he wants me to see …

Lunch Friend: SO you bored?
Lunch Friend: good?
Sweet Reagan: sort of
Sweet Reagan: nice nap?
Lunch Friend: yes.....you have to check this out....hold on
Lunch Friend: http://www.meet-an-inmate.com/ladies
Lunch Friend: gonna find my soulmate
Sweet Reagan: lol

Sorry, babe. I’m going to Meet An Inmate! Are you kidding me?!


“Can you imagine what it must be like for attractive men and women to be without companionship? These incarcerated female and male inmates are paying a price for crimes they have committed. These inmates are very real and are seeking you! Why not give it a try? Make the day of a lonely inmate! He/She will get excited when his/her name is called to receive a letter from you. Just think how lonely it must feel at mail call to never hear your name, especially after being locked up for several years and family and friends have deserted you. All of these prisoners behind bars have written me a letter requesting to be listed. It can be a lot of fun communicating with these individuals. Don't be shy, give it a try!”

Do I really need to comment on this? I'm just asking because I'm a major smart-ass and I could really run with this one. Seriously! This must be Scott Peterson’s dream!

Laziness, obesity and redundance ... BEWARE!

I’m completely unmotivated to do anything work related today. I haven’t even gotten off my dead ass to go to the restroom, get anything to drink, or even eat lunch (which actually is a good thing because odds are it would be fast-food which would only make me fatter). It could be the weather, but who really knows. Instead I’ve been working on Reagan’s Closet. I created a mailing list that you’re probably not even interested in. In which case, stop reading now and move on to the next blog.

Anyway, I have 600+ email addresses I’ve collected. Many of which, I don’t even know who they belong to much less the face behind them. I only keep them so that I can send out mass-emails when I list new inventory to Reagan’s Closet in hopes of creating traffic to my listings. In my effort to clean that out, I thought I’d start using this mailing list instead. Now I can stop harassing all my friends and acquaintances (*hearing sounds of applaud all over the city of Houston*), unless of course they’d like to subscribe to the harassment out of support. That’s perfectly acceptable.

With that said, I’ll be deleting a lot of email addresses and you won’t be hearing from me about how you should visit Reagan’s Closet and check out all the cute new styles I’ve got in. So if for some strange reason you think you might miss that, go to the Newsletter and subscribe for Pete’s sake! Or if you’ve never received one of these fabulous emails and you love Ebay, or more to the point, shopping for purses, please grace me with your presence in my mailing list.

Happy Monday!

Not much going on right now. I had a pretty relaxing weekend. It’s been raining so much, it’s hard to get motivated to go out and do anything. And from the weather forecast, it doesn’t look like the rain is going to stop anytime soon. I don’t think Hurricane Emily will get close enough to cause much drama here, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed just in case.

I know we’ve only had Enzo for a week, but it seems like he’s getting bigger anyway. He got his first bath and I’m taking him to the vet this week. That should be fun, NOT.
I started working on Reagan’s Closet again so if you like to shop, check it out.

Hopefully, something interesting will happen for me to post this week. Otherwise, get ready to see a bunch of goofy email jokes and more Reality TV blabber. Some of the shows I’ve been watching lately are Big Brother 6, Brat Camp and The Real World. Let me know if you’re watching anything funny and I’ll check it out.

Stay dry.

"The head of the household" ... Enzo

Finally, I've found the most perfect puppy in the whole wide world! And I think his name suits him perfectly. Enzo is Italian and means "the head of the household". If you don't fall in love when you see him, you have the coldest heart ever. He's an 8 week old buff colored cocker spaniel and perfect in every way. He's got the sweet pouty eyes and a little nub for a tail that doesn't stop wagging. Yes, I'm hooked and he can do no wrong.

So, without further ado ... meet Enzo ...

He loves the camera ...

He loves to play ...

He loves to give daddy kisses ...

He loves to cuddle ...

Of course, he loves to nap ...

And what do you know!?! He loves the Houston Texans ...