“Maus” by Art Spiegelman

I finished reading the graphic novel called “Maus” by Art Spiegleman.

I loved this graphic novel. “Maus” was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1992.

I’m not sure what to say about it. There was humor, as well as deep pain and misery. To be honest for a second, I’ve grown up hearing a lot of Jewish jokes. You’ve probably heard some of them. Jokes regarding Jews and ovens and just really horrible things like that. I felt so disgusted with myself by participating in those kinds of jokes. This story was so raw in it’s truth. You hear a story of survival and death from the mouth of Vladek Spiegelman, father of Art Spiegelman. There was hope throughout this novel, but this hope shines itself twisted as you see how life is in present time.

Atleast, that’s how I felt in the end.

“The Jews are undoubtedly a race, but they are not human.”

-Adolf Hitler

98.7 v. 100.1

Alright.

So I usually don’t do this. But it’s time I share the truth. And By truth, I mean opinion.

I don’t like 98.7… and here’s why. They play the same music at least a dozen times a day. I’ve literally gotten out of my car before listening to a song and then an hour later, driving off from my previous destination, listening to the same song I rode in with.

Cone On!

It’s either a John Mayer song or a Coldplay song through out the day. The truth is, I don’t have anything against those artists. I thought Coldplay’s new album “Viva la Vida” was really cool. The only thing that annoyed me was 98.7 playing the same song “Viva la Vida” (track 7) all the time. That hole album was good. But all 98.7 did was take that one song and play it, and play it, and play it.

I don’t know. Maybe a lot of people like that kind of thing. Just listening to the most popular song from an album to get an idea of it. I guess there’s nothing wrong with that.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me because I can not take that.

I’m not sure why I just haven’t charged my nano ipod and just listened to music I know I’m going to like.

But I will end my thoughts with this. I do like 100.1 a lot. I love almost everything they play. I’m not going to lie, they even play some of the more popular songs 98.7 plays…just not as often.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today was my mom’s birthday. We waited for my sisters to come home with the cake. It took them a while. Eventually, they came home with a carrot cake. My sister put 50 candles on the cake.

Mistake #1
It took us a while to light all the candles. By the time we finished lighting them all, some of the candles were already half-way gone.

Mistake #2
These candles burned pretty quick. You could tell they were not meant to last.

Mistake #3
My dad was in the upstairs bathroom during all this. We didn’t want to sing without him, but the candles had a very small life-span. I turned towards my brother and said, “grab the cake, we’re going upstairs.” My mom was already upstairs in her room while my dad was in the bathroom. My brother, two sisters, Grandma, aunt and I walked down the upstairs hallway, towards my parents room singing, “Happy Birthday.”

We were then stopped by my parent’s door which was locked.

My mom opened up, and we continued singing by the bathroom.

We all sang and it was glorious. My mom blew out what was left of the candles. The candles that once held with pride, a fire that danced in remembrance of this celebration.

When a special moment is built up like that, the next few moments are always crucial mind you. The kind of build up I’m talking about is when the bride and groom say there I do’s and then whisper’s sweet somethings in to his/her ear. Or the silence after an applause when the birthday person blows out the candles. From a mother, you’d expect is to be a few words from the heart.

My mom’s first words after the applause was, “I wanted moose cake.”

I love my mom.

What my brother and I did after that was pretty amazing. Since the candles had melted and made a layer of wax on the cake, we started slowly pealing out candles to try and get the puddles of wax connected to the candles out. We actually got all the wax off. I was pretty happy with myself.

It doesn’t have to make sense! It’s Sci-fi!

Scii-fi movies are very addicting for me. But it’s got to be cheasy. It has to have those one liners.

You know the ones I’m talking about.

The one’s with the bad acting but not necessarily because the actors are bad, more so, the stories are so bizarre that while the actors are actually saying their lines, in the back of there mind, they’re saying, “why didn’t I stay in school to be a doctor?”

Yah. I said it.

Why the hair?

I can’t remember the last time I got a haircut. It’s been a while.

I don’t know if the pictures do the length of my hair justice. If not, just take my word for it.

The reason I haven’t cut my hair is because I have a fear of losing it. It’s genetics. My brothers a year older than me, and well…yah, he’s not too happy about it. It’s already taking it’s toll on him.

Although, my brother resembles more of my dad’s side while I look more like my mom’s side. The men on my mom’s side had their hair longer. I’ll probably have my hair longer than my brother, but I’m not too far off from the same destiny as him.

I never know what style to take on for my hair so I usually wear a hat.

The irony here is that the hat will speed up the hair loss process.

It’s all right. The monster will eat the Burglar.

The passenger window to my car won’t go back up. If you’re asking, “well, did you try again?” The answer is yes…several times. It does this ever so often.

There’s been a few burglaries in my area. It’s really annoying. The other day, my sister saw a conspicuous character across my street. The stranger then went in to his car and drove away.

I’m not worried about my car though. It’s such a mess in there. There may be something living inside of it. I think it’s a monster. Sometimes I’ll hear chants in my car, but I know it’s not the monster doing that. The sounds must be coming from a Myan Tribe that is also preoccupying my vehicle. I also hear wild animals in my car. I’m not worried. The animals are what the tribe uses to make sacrifices for the monster.

So if some yahoo wants to jump in to my car from my non-powered window door, I say bring it on. He just better know how to speak Myan and carry along a sheep for the you know what.

Yah, you got to be pretty skilled these days to plan a burglary. Knowing a foreign language and breeding sheep is pretty intense, but somebodies got to do it.

Oh wait! That’s right. They don’t have to do it! They could get real jobs! My mistake.

Child Disputes 7

The other day, I told one of the kids to go sit down and he punched me.

What’s funny is, I didn’t see it coming. What was funnier however, was that neither did he.
He gave me the look of “Holy Crap, I just punched a councilor!”

I can’t be sure what was going through his mind next, but I’m sure it went something
along the lines of, “I better get rid of the evidence before the others find out I hit a councilor.”

I say this because he had his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing with all his might.

It was a good thing he’s a lightweight. I thought about one of the other kids who, I’m convinced,
is drinking milk intoxicated with steroids.

This kid is huge!

Had it been him, I would not be alive today.

I’m all out of crack. But Hey! Take this Energy Drink!

I’ve been working at a daycare for a while now and the kids where me out sometimes.

The daycare is actually two daycares combined for the summer, so we’ve been getting to know
the other workers from the other daycare pretty well. I must say, I’m going to miss them dearly.
I would love for them to just stay with us.

Anyways, one of the other workers is addicted to energy drinks and caffeine.
I wouldn’t be surprised if his heart continued to beat for a good four to six
months after he died, just to work out all the caffeine in his body.

Instead of giving you his name, I will refer to him as “The Dealer.”
I don’t remember the first time “The Dealer” passed me a 7hr
energy drink, needless to say, I remember the results.

Honestly, I felt like I was on crack.

Think I’m over-exaggerating?

The other day, I took a gulp out of the 7hr energy drink
and we took the kids outside for lunch. Well, one of the kids didn’t
want to eat her sandwich because it tasted bad, so I took
her sandwich and then looked at her and said, “well, the
reason your sandwich tastes bad is because there’s a
monster in your sandwich.”

…

And then I had an intense moment with the ham sandwich,
and when I mean, a “moment,” I really mean like a good 45
seconds.

I exchanged some words with the monster.

If a person arguing with a monster in a ham sandwich
doesn’t sound like a crack story, then I’m just not
sure what would.