EdgeofGloria

I saw in today’s Journal Gazette that the Acme was going to close Sunday at 1 a.m. I swung by to get a last order of onion rings and a Coke, but they were already closed. Some other disappointed diners who pulled in when I did exchanged words about the closing. It’s sad. The Acme had good food and it was a nice atmosphere. I hope the economy doesn’t take out any more local restaurants, but the way things seem to be going, who knows who will be next? The 412 Club bit the dust a while back, too. I really don’t want my next hangout to be some sterilized, corporate America, cookie-cutter dwelling that looks like every other location in the chain.

I was just watching the news and they had a report on the anti-abortion demonstration which took place in downtown Fort Wayne today. Several people were holding signs that said “Abortion Kills Children.” Well, so does bad parenting, car accidents, poor nutrition, swimming pools, psychos and freak accidents, but you don’t hear anyone wanting to make any of these things illegal.

This photo of Bush was taken on my last trip to Toronto. Thankfully, there are audiobooks, so if Bush can’t read, he can just listen to the tape or CD. Hopefully, he knows how to work a tape player or CD player.

Because I’m bored and need a laugh, I’ve started (well, okay, Robert set it up) a humor blog. Since we are both fans of The Onion, expect funny, fake news stories, misspelled signs and other mayhem. Check it out at www.roomforschemes.blogspot.com.

Inauguration Day is tomorrow. Let’s hope that the Obama era isn’t as bad as the last eight years. I don’t expect miracles, but I do expect a more articulate president than Bush. As Denis Leary said (and this is a paraphrase) I want my president to be a better person than I am. Not that the average American is Denis Leary, but I understood what he meant. You want the leader of your country to be able to pronounce words, be articulate, and know a lost cause when he sees one. Or maybe, it’s too late for that. Out of the millions of crappy jobs out there, Obama has to have the worst one. As an Onion headline stated, “Black Man Given Nation’s Worst Job.” Funny, but it has a ring of truth to it.

Coming to downtown Fort Wayne just in time for the opening of Harrison Square is Peckers, a restaurant catering to female sports fans. “Pecker Boys” will wear yellow Speedos and serve chicken planks, fries, and will offer “lite” fare for sporty ladies looking to watch their weight. A spokesperson for Peckers says Fort Wayne is an “ideal” location for the new fast food chain, a feminist response to Hooters. “If women agree to serve food to fat guys too chicken to walk into a strip club, and are willing to work for $2.33 an hour plus tips, we figure we can find men who are willing to wear skimpy swimsuits and do basically the same thing.” The spokesperson admitted that because of the Peckers philosophy of finding comely, fit men to be Pecker Boys, the entire Fort Wayne staff was imported from more physically fit areas of the country, like Southern California. “If Hooters doesn’t have fat-ass, ugly women, we feel we shouldn’t have fat-ass, ugly guys,” said the spokesperson. “These men are...

I don’t live in an ancient house, but it’s not new, either. It’s very small, so the washer and dryer are in the kitchen. The drain pipe for the washer is in the corner behind the stove. For years, it was draining properly, but in the last year, the drain pipe is draining slower than the washer. So this means whenever I do a load in the washer, I have to listen carefully and run into the kitchen to turn off the washer, let the water in the drain pipe go down, then click the machine on again. I do this about two dozen times per load. I had a friend clean out the sewer pipe last January, and that didn’t solve the problem, and neither did Roto Rooter when they came out two months later, in March. Not even after they had to bring out a special machine that would add several thousand pounds of pressure to blow the crap in the pipes out. I don’t have the luxury of throwing a load in the wash and doing something else, like taking a nap or running errands. I have to babysit the washer, or else ...

I’ve been feeling dissatisfied lately. I’ve had more time to dwell on it because I’m only working one job. I think part of the reason I try and work two jobs is so I don’t have spare time to think about the way I think my life should be. I’m always dissatisfied though. Nothing is ever enough, and it’s driving me nuts. Things could be so much worse, and I realize this, but I am an impatient person, and the older I get, the more I realize time is running out. I also feel like Scarlett O’Hara after her mother died. With no field hands to do the work, Scarlett had to go out and do it herself. Realizing she was ill-suited for manual labor, she lamented the fact that her mother basically taught her how to be a lady, but didn’t teach her anything useful. I’ve learned that having a college degree plus being resourceful and working hard doesn’t mean anything anymore. But these are crazy times we are living in. In short, I feel like I’ve been cheated. I did what I thought was right, played by th...