Green River Killer book by Ann Rule and "Empowerment Takes More Than One Minute". Wordy, windy, and stupid story around the concept of share information ... and so on. My company would never ... never go for such a thing. Allow management through and to others -- no way, eh. The company generally slinks away from change -- change, viral like AIDS, right?
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sheryl Crow has competition
It's lunacy throw down with Paul McCartney's wife and the animal lefts and rights and consumption thereof causing global warming. Yep ... that's queerer than a football bat. Each woman mention is not frosted, but is a flake nonetheless.
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cute child game
Notice ... no sickness ... barbarism, cute, "Where the Wild Things Are" meets "Little Bear" -- same author btw.
Adventure game.
Posted by Marcus at 1:18 PM 0 comments
Branch Lohanians
There's a new sect of a religious order whose precepts are "spend", "buy", "shop", "tramp". One small clause made by our founder was simply, "no photos, please". We, the devoted throngs of jobless groupies embrace this new mantra ... "no photos, please" and shall hereby stone to death anyone who takes pictures of the Lohan. Clearly, she has ordered us to slay people who take her picture, have older pictures of her before her statement, have drawn pictures of her, or have engraved images of her.
Uh ... no, I didn't ask or tell you to kill people.
We, the devoted groupies shall kill all who are in possession of your picture, oh mighty Lohan.
Stop it! "Zealots!" +
+ Toy Story
Posted by Marcus at 12:58 PM 0 comments
playing chicken
I didn't even get an invite but an opossum wanted to play chicken with me last night. I was driving through town when I saw the little critter on the street. I slammed on my breaks and saw everything on my seat fly onto the floor. The good news, though not by much, the waddling wanderer was not struck by my car. I half expected a New Yorker voice, "Hey! I'm walkin' here!"
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try me for this
It's not Muhammad as a bomb or as a cute Teddy Bear ...
no.
I shall envision, perhaps write his name on blades of grass so that each time I mow the lawn ...
I'm cutting down Muhammad.
I hear Jesus, Jews, America defamed, berated daily. Eat this Sudan!
Let your piety find forgiveness not vendetta or you can rot like the things pictured above each and every year.
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food label
I must have missed it on the food I made last night. Whoa, or rather unwhoa! There was no stopping that train.
I guess my stomach and intestines were in agreement that the insurgent food must be expelled.
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