Who were they

Out of nowhere you got Aerosmith and Run DMC, no laces on the Adidas; floundering and spinning into infinity

Walk this way, talk this way

A decade later, Jam Master Jay slain and Run DMC fades into obscurity and Aerosmith's songs spun slower. As this beat is winding down ...

Criminal Deviate Homicide

Fort Wayne, first city in Indiana to wage propaganda and info war on abduction/molestation. Sadly, these weapons don't shoot. They should. Congratulations Fort Wayne on this step. Also, the percentage of closed cased on missing children improved 2004 - 2005.

Oh no you didn't!

I don't care if they are Green, Independant, Democrat or Republican, if they start taxing online shopping -- heads are going to roll! If they want tax money: tax prisoners, tax gas guzzlers, tax cigarettes and alcohol. Taxing online shopping -- that will about spell the end of online shopping for a lot of people. eBay figuring out taxes -- that will be fun. Even if they just email you your responsibility to pay taxes -- that's not going to cut it.

America has too many lawyers ... now, they'll be matched in number with accountants. There's our standing army for you! Number crunchers attack!

What the world needs now, is sense, common sense. +

+Tax Bracket (not Burt Bakarach)

it has something to do with where choo choo go

I'm on the night train ... I love that stuff. I'm on the night train, and I can never get enough. I'm on the night train, never slowin' down ... +

Norfolk emailed me, not called me and said -- dude, you're not in.

'After much deliberation, we went with the guy who had the biggest muscles.'


I don't know if I mentioned it, but I was the shortest guy at the interviews. I was not, however in the worst shape.

+ lyrics are obviously from Guns 'N' Roses, Night Train.

I sent him a

Well, MR has the phrase, "snoopy" for any unsolicited picture or email stemming from a Snoopy toy, the picture of which I have long since lost.

bursting

I dropped of a letter at the downtown post office and the mailbox was bursting. The letter sat on top of six thousand others. 'Tis the season.

I present you with these

MR found and scanned this old photo. "I present you with these, his two balls." MR noted the odd hand placement. Darn it anyway!

arts & commentary

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Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I still admire this work -- my favorite where a famed, bad teacher is standing on a kid (later I pointed out that it looked like she was standing on his groin), "You're standing on my ...", also the bonfire of the mathbooks in a background riot in the room. All, very funny.

work by MR, 1983 - 1988

They call me the "Ganster of Love"

Phone actor, ie: phone sex operator. Huh. I never knew they advertised, but now I know. Now I can be a high-paying ho courtesy of Velvet Jones.

In a James Earl Jones voice, "I'm Darth Vader, heavy breather. I'll be your virtual partner this evening. What's your name? Mm hmm... yes, it could work. If you could be turned."

I always lose them when I call out, "You will join me, or die!" and "Only a b**** deals in absolutes.", "I have failed you ... I have failed you."

I think the Martin Short-Steve Buscimi personas make the most money.
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My instant response would be, "What the **** do you think you are doing? Get out of here! You soiled tit! You ass sod!" "Oh, you didn't call for abuse, well then. We're having an argument. Yes we are. Yes we are."

BTW: I would not, could not take this joke. Not in a bag, because I'm not a fag. I'm in no way gay; I'm saying "no way!"

Fart, fumes, funny

Summer 2008: Farts On a Plane where a group of people must battle instinct and gas driven evils in a confined space where the pilots are incapacitated due to the foulness of the farts.

It also doesn't play democracy

With this new technology, democracy is completely filtered, eliminating that casual unrising that DVD usually brings. Political freedom is also greatly reduced with this great new format. This new technology promises to bring new unrepairable and cheaper-to-replace gadgets to the global market. The new iPods using the technology have already demonstrated that Leonard Cohen's song, "Democracy" outright does not play regardless of format.

Makes noise and leaves

The city -- odious at times, sent the Junn Hoarde+ to pick up the leaves. These people people came in not unlike rats. I would have preferred locusts, eating crops and leaving waste, but these people -- underpaid perhaps, started the morning with thunderous music and the "quietest" of trucks. I got a chance to see them furble their way down the street, then take off running. It reminded me of thieves.

To top off the brilliance, they packed workers on the front loader shovel and sped down the street. Now that, my readers, is classic Darwin. I'd like to thank the city for the service, I'd also like to ask the city for safety training on all staff members. If nothing else, watch the German forklift safety video, as delightfully clever as Peter Jackson's earlier films.

+ Beastmaster, man am I old!

Dave's statement and mine

Dave remarked his disappointment with his Swiss Cheese memory. I think many people have weaker memories, regardless of how valuable they are. My memory I would liken to space. Yes, space, the final frontier.

The celestial bodies would represent concrete memories spread well apart from each other. The asteroids are bits and pieces of memories but are not wholes of anything. Comets are the random ideas that come about regularly sometimes wreck havoc and serious damage to a strong memory. When you can step away and see the beauty of the memories collectively, it seems like a broad amount of material -- each with its own luster and beauty. The galaxies (grouped memeories) have intricate shapes seemingly purposeful, but perhaps not. Getting from one memory to another requires giant leaps. Finding a particular memory in this great vastness -- now there is the challenge. Now, go from Mars to the Crab Nebula (where ideas are being created).