Jim Varagona

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I spent the transition of years with rowdy teenagers unfortunately. It wasn’t all that bad though, considering how many poor schmucks I got to watch, like John (pictured above), that got incredibly wasted and puked their innards up.

These are the times of their lives.

Anyway, I look forward to the coming year. I will be wed this year, further entrench myself in debt, and hopefully make a movie and conquer the world. I also plan to revamp my main page of diabetoboy.com and launch an advice column, because the public demands that I share my wisdom.

May all your resolutions and hopes for the year be lost after one week.

I’m kidding.

…well maybe.

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I just got this photo from a former co-worker from Target. This is me and Andrew, a high-pitched fellow that frequents the south St. Louis neighborhood where this Target is. This was actually taken at the grand opening of the store that was built to replace the one I worked at and made a documentary of, which I addressed before here.

In my documentary, “T51: The Eve of Destruction,” Andrew suggests they save the steel from the old building and make a giant statue of Jesus Christ out of it. Unfortunately, that was left out of the design.

Also take note, I am wearing an “Arlondo” nametag. I collected nametags while working at the old store of strangely named people that actually worked there. “Arlondo” became the name of a Spanish pimp persona I used a couple of times while working there.

Andrew T-shirts available here. I showed him the designs for them on buttons, which he thanked me for. I hope to buy him junk food with the proceeds.

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image from EveryTattoo.com

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Happy Holidays from the angry Diabeto!

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At least that’s what my fiance and future mother in law think. I bought some “666 Cold Preparation.” It seems to have a nice cocktail of drugs in it to fight my mucusy cold. I wonder why they would come up with a name like that…and not even involve the devil in the packaging design. I went to the Monticello Drug Company’s web site (they make the product). They don’t help out at all, but the “Our Mission” section is quite amusing. The President looks funny for one. He does state that they give a lot back to homeless shelters and battered women. Who said the devil was evil?! It’s a shame they don’t spend any on advertising. I can imagine a cartoony red devil screaming, “I will annihilate your cold!” and launching his pitchfork at a live person holding their throat and coughing. They’d make billions.

While investigating this wonder, I did find this fellow’s site which beat me to the punch, and quite well. Enjoy reading his fun with the manufacturer of the devil’s syrup.

>My god…if I have one…I am in the RFT (the Riverfront Times, a local weekly paper).

I thought it was odd that an ex of mine from high school emailed me congratulating me on the feat of being recognized for Local Blog O’ the Week in the Unreal column of the RFT. It has been 2 days since the publish date and that was the first I heard of it. I did think it was strange though that my store had a spike in sales for the past two days.

The highlight listed was from my blog on November 15th about the passing of my pet rabbit, Hefnerita. I must say it was a nice graphic passage.

Anyway, thanks to the mysterious writer of Unreal for the recognition. Also thanks to whomever submitted the blog for approval.

Diabetoboy is for the people.

Can I get an amen?

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Today is my fiance’s 22nd birthday. It’s sad that it had to be during this tough time for her family. My mother and I have had similar situations with death being near our birthdays. It’s no good. Hopefully this doesn’t ruin her b-day every year.

So Shannon, have a happy birthday. I’m sure your grandma would have wanted it that way.

Note: My pet name is Babushka, as in a kerchief or a Russian grandmother.

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My fiance’s grandmother, Delores McDonald, passed away early Monday morning. It was very sudden and involved kidney failure and a possible massive stroke. She was 67. We just saw her for the holidays and she appeared fine.

My condolences to everyone in the family, especially her husband, Bob, and her children, Gary and Pam (Shannon’s mom).

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You can see Pryor a lot now in the style of Chris Rock, but there is nothing like the real thing. I remember watching some of his stand-up on television throughout the years, and he made me laugh out loud. Considering how I am, that is a feat. He wasn’t afraid to point out our racial differences, which I appreciated. His impersonation of a white guy was hellarious and dead-on. And it was amazing to watch him in “The Toy,” as “the black man” that a rich white boy wants as his toy. I guess I wouldn’t blame the kid. A black man as a playmate would make sense if it was Richard Pryor.

It was a shame when he announced he had MS in the 1990s. I am sure things weren’t ever the same for him. May his humor live on, and may he rest easy now.

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