future shock

I was tempted to try pot, but the time that it was more interesting to me, I couldn't "score" any. All the better. After talking with some people and reading a bit, I wonder if I don't already have those warped, stupid concepts all without the drug.

Hey ... what if, through progressive acceleration and accumulation, Earth became denser and have greater mass due to cosmic dust -- especially from the greater area, but overall smaller mass and gravitational pull of the sun as it exhausts its central helium core and loses mass. Since the Earth then would be greater and have greater mass, wouldn't the moon be less costly to travel? Furthermore, couldn't the expanding layer of nitrogen-carbon pollution be "pooled" over ozone thinning layers, slowly replaced by "free" ozone from growing thermonuclear power plants, needed to serve the energy needs of limited oil countries?

If there is a small gap of material between two fingers tightly pressed together: theory of matter, in which particles may be tightly packed but collisions are rare, and space being filled with less matter and greater free energy, wouldn't introducing more matter into space cause a greater potential for rare collisions which, could domino into large-scale nuclear chain reactions -- yielding vaporization of matter into greater levels of energy, in turn accelerating into greater levels of energy in space creating more and more collisions until finally all of space is turned from matter into other energies? Decelerating or finding equilibrium in slower states of energy, finally into a big ball of slowly and finally near-atomic stop matter a solid pile of goo. You know ... like diarhea that falls to the ground and dries. "Are you saying we're the bacteria of a universal turd?" "Yeah"

Conceptual stupidity -- profound and unmentionable. Why would I need drugs? I've not had them and worry that I would either be the same with drugs or ... scarier: wierder.

I wasn't listening

I think God, life and luck were trying to communicate to me:

Everyone doing it, doesn't make it right.

Anytime that I did something, rather uncharacteristic, being outlandishly rude, using culturally or racial offensive language or trying to fit in with the crowd -- it ran around and bit me in the back (side)

"You shot the native" -- replace native with racial slur. For this, I got a very well deserved stern look from a guy, who seemed twice my height and twice my weight, a look that meant -- "Look! I shot the little punk bastard who said that!" And there was much rejoicing.

Joining in a mulligan's stew of sexually explicit tales, spoken all-too loudly, when behind me children are capable of hearing only me; one of whom, I think, knew me.

Smoking (see previous posts) only to be bleary-eyed and incapable of speaking above a Jack Palance whisper -- cigars are not my friends. That's a path I'll not take again.

I think that I'll take my regular path, as boring as it might be.

Hidden lines

I remember when it was okay to play music when you couldn't understnad the words or when they were spoken so quickly that you didn't catch them. Now, of course, there is the internet where you can get any lyrics.
"Greased Lightning", was a song that was okay to play when I was younger, because no one paid attention to the lyrics, "You know that ain't no _hit when you're getting lots of _it (female anatomy)..."
"It's a real __ssy (nickname for cat) wagon..."

What's more useful is that some language is deeply hidden, so well contructed that you don't consciously process it.
"Sonsuvbiches, Bumpises!" -- Christmas Story. I really like this movie. It's great and the father, who reminds me of my father, uses Yosemite Sam profanities: Stickle fifer! (In that regard, my father was not G or PG) You really don't pick up on it, as they distort other curse words throughout, "f--u---d---g---e! Only, I didn't say fudge. I said the Queen Mother of dirty words; the f dash dash dash word."

tele-idiot

or "boob tube"

On many channels when they play a movie they will nicely, though briefly show you a rating ex: PG, with letters underneath to hint at the content.
Some movies, it would seem, should have the alphabet under them.
D rugs
V iolence
L anguage
N udity
S exual situation

Okay.... why is this on regular TV? Moreover ... how can a movie be PG-13 and have DLVSN ? Who's doing the ratings here? I know that the PG movies when I was younger were ... let's say not PG, but PG-13. That makes sense.

Also, how can you censor language, to make it suitable for TV, but leave offensive jokes in it. It's okay if we call Black persons, N____, or insult Jews, but we can't use damn or (rhymes with "hit"). I think the jokes should be cut if the language is cut.

industrial devolution

And I wasn't even at the drive through ...

This year looks like better health year for those around me, but the machines around are dying.
My folks had 3 appliances die: dryer right before my father went in for surgery, freezer soon after, refridgerator after that. His HD on his old computer died a couple of weeks ago, then his speakers -- after he had his computer fixed with a new HD.

In my case: my alternator died (note previous posts), my computer mouse died. Although I have a laptop ... I like the convenience of the mouse, especially with the scroll wheel.

My sister's car was not working (head gasket ruined) and they were looking for cars ... good luck!

What I do have: My father, my family, my uncle who was discharged from hosptial yesterday after a 2-wire defibulator was installed. I have friends: Cerpicio has had surgeries over the course of a year, Lori who has had many different ailments, and my limited illness this year.

I think I'd rather take the pain of financial loss and the anguish of paying for repairs than to lose family or friends. I still feel screw'd at times.

penalty for failure is death

I copied files onto this CD, then I looked at the CD ... nothing was on it

I was, a bit, annoyed

predicting the future

I haven't had a ticket in several years ....
My prediction: in around 16 months ... speeding ticket

They'll raise my rates and say ... bad boy ... good money ... thanks!

My idiocy of renaming things

I often rename things out of disrespect or as it is worthy.
There once was a store named Service Merchandise, but I called it Merchandise, because you certianly weren't getting any service there.
I used to work there and at Walletbuster (Blockbuster Video). "Sir. Sir? Could I please get a membership, pay more money for each rental and get screwed on late fees and pesterd on the phone about them, please?" "No!"
Strange enough, Rod Woodson, of the Pittsburgh Steelers is from Indiana and had applied for a membership. I had to deny him due to lack of ID. He was, then at Purdue.
Hillcrest ... biggoted manager who directed all application takers to fold a corner of any non-white applicant. Money-pinching #$&%$^ !!!! He died of a heart attack, I think.
Walletbuster ... head manager ... biggoted and nuts. I thought the Hillcrest manager was nuts til I met a person who didn't like the flavor of oxygen --- hardly saw her without a cigarette in the mouth.
Another place ... ______ Fire Protection. One manager there was a bigot and a womanizer. He reported to me that the allegations of spousal abuse --- assault were false. I stupidly believed him. Lo and behold ... his second significant other charged him with the same thing --- no, no, no ... you see ... that's all lies!
The [insert homosexual duragatory here] was really friggin odd. We had a lame meeting in Indy and I lef the hotel room to get ice, or some damn fool thing. I got back, knocked and the guy's in his underwear, walking around.
"What? It's just my underwear."
(think ... did not pack nuclear explosive nor gun with silencer)
After the lame meeting, he thought bar shopping might be good. I knew of Broadripple. We went there and the last place we went was on the verge of gay Paris.

I think livid is the term here.

anyway ... got back unmolested and not needing to kill ... at that time.
I have a habit of altering names ... such as those above. I also commonly refer to Best Buy as Worst Buy, because the prices stink ... their service is absent (not tardy) not enrolled, and their specials -- rebates at 6 months in waiting.
I refer to Taco Bell as Taco Hades (not the humor) ... sadly, in a class I referred to this place as Taco Hades, having then to rename it. Thank goodness I don't have a more profain name for it.

When I have tried to find Walletbuster in the phone book, I was once looking under "W"
Thankfully, those around me are growing used to these stupidities. I think, certainly most agree that Blockbuster is Walletbuster ... charging you too much, whenever, however they can.

In a previous post I mentioned courtesy and not making others work on significant holidays. Do the lowly workers a favor -- don't rent or shop for movies ON Christmas Day. They have to work, but the CEOs don't. Don't make them work, while you look through shelves of nothing because everything good is already gone. Then don't go complaining to them, because they shouldn't listen to your criping because your lame butt didn't think of that before.

I never thought that, although I don't suffer schizophenia, that I would commonly use neologisms. They are hardly unique to schizophenics, but are generally less-well used. It's truly one if you negate knowledge of the original and true word/name.

suffering mental blog

What important thing happened today ...
was sent friend's blog address
got armed and operational clown car

got several hugs from kids --- they're so sweet!
Played town marshal -- in that they were restless and were more interested in talking than anything else.
My got his computer back ... new HD
The "Geek Squad" of note / fame were not able to get the data off the drive, not that they put forth a whole lot of effort there.

They supplied about as much effort as Walletbuster (Blockbuster Video) did for MR and I when we sought to get a video.
Wait ... wait ... wait...

Sith

The Sith have abilities that some call, unnatural.
Yeah... I can see that. Those dang wussie Jedi can only jump 30' in the air ... toss enemies the same distance, catch Sith lightning in your hand, tell others what to say ... you know, natural talents.

S.W.A.T.

should have shot.

A great kid told me that around her are drug dealers. The SWAT made a sting and multiple arrests, but they were out on bail within hours. I say, "Fire!"

I am thinking of the immoral command by the southern Union Major to set fire to the town in Glory. Sergent, command your men to set fires on ...
in the one case, it is illegal to fire on drug dealers, on the other hand -- they have no business living, I therefore condone murdering drug dealers, buyers alike. Are drugs illegal? Yes. Is it an institution where innocents are hurt, and they have no choice in the matter? Yes. Do I shed a tear about people who just wanted to get high? No.
I think that the many people supporting the US work in Iraq and Afghanistan applying lethal force to aggressors, should also support lethal force to those committing illegal acts: murder, rape, drugs, etc. The question should not be: Should they be executed? It should be: How slowly should they, or over how much time will they be punished until they are slain. I am a vindictive person, but see no value in torturing felons. Certainly their crimes demand punishment and some are so heinous, torture would be a perfunctory thought, but killing them outright is better.

Is there a 100% guarantee that an incarcerated person will not escape ... that has been proved wrong. Do dead people tend to threaten others or do the dead tend to commit more crimes? No.
It is a safety issue. Would I live next to a drug dealer or murderer or other felon, intentionally? No. Would I make it possible that the police knew where the person was, what they were doing? Yes. A notable exception to this was when I was with X and there was a house that had a vast number of 90 second visitors. I would hazard to guess that there was some business there, but it wasn't hair-cutting or cookie baking. X wasn't smart enough to find her way out of a bag sometimes, so putting her in jeopardy was not in my interest.

When we looked at that house, she went on about how stupid Mexicans were. That was so nice as the woman who was selling it, there in the room with us was second generation American from Mexico. X was stupid. I was more stupid for being with her.

death of a paycheck

I dropped off my car to be checked, whether the battery was why my car wouldn't stay running or else. It was not the battery said Auto Zone who nicely, free of charge, charged it and did an analysis ... taking 4 hours. It was 8, and they weren't going to put it back in that night (though open until 9). I got there at 8 in the morning, but they weren't open.... wait, wait, wait...
8:20 some one flies in with keys ... others were there, but they couldn't / didn't do the register.
I got my battery back, but had to install it myself ... ya!

I drove it a short distance to a garage ... diagnosis --- alternator is shot. They tried for a while to find one. They did find one in Indy -- perhaps would be there the next day.

The estimate --- $350 about. That is about the value of the car ... great!

I will have to find a replacement for the vehicle this year, I suspect.

car troubles

My car troubles here, remind me of one other time. Years ago

I was living in Wisconsin, with my then-fiance' and was driving on the highway back to the house when the drive lost power and died. It had run out of oil and had seized. I had bought it 2 months prior. I had no cell phone. I was slimy and dirty from work (foundry work). So... I stopped where I could -- side of the exit ramp (up) and walked to a house (farm house) where they were not willing to let me use the phone. It was now 6 pm, dark, wintery -25 F. At stop number two, I was able to use -- get this, an outdoor phone near a barn.

I called X. She was eating dinner with her mom and her mother's 5th husband. I told them my problem and got the response, "So what do you want me to do about it?"

uh ... I can think of no rational person who wouldn't understand that the caller would like assistance ... a ride, out of the cold, perhaps dinner after working a long day ... walking in the cold. I simplified my answer. I walked back to the car -- never anyone pausing to see if I needed help near the car with blinking lights, in the cold. I waited, and waited and waited.

I went into a fetal position in the back seat for warmth. After a while, my anger kept me warm. Around an hour later -- travel time from location was about 9 minutes, they arrive -- annoyed they had to come. They asked me to try to start it. Wow! It wouldn't turn over -- it was seized. They had the great idea of me -- alone pushing the boat of a car up the exit ramp on slippery roads. Bright idea -- didn't work. They eventually bumped it up and onto the other road ... the direction away from where I needed to go.
Brilliant!
So ... after about 2 and a quarter hours ... I get out of the cold, into the car ... the mood was colder than the winter. I return, have no dinner, tired and am out of luck. Much like tonight. Thankfully, Indiana isn't typically -25 F without windchill, unlike Wisconsin which gets that cold.

It was my only winter there ... married then separated, then the long process of divorce from a quack.

Later, in unwanted corospondence ... I was told, stupidly, that the used car dealer would have bought the piece of crap back from me ... really?! Did they pocket more of my money up there? Thank goodness! It might have burnt me.

This car -- now battery-less had been smashed on the side -- by me vs cemet pillons, an old man backing down the drive, at least one bump and run, and a woman backing into me at a light. The dents inward made it smaller -- if you can make a clown car smaller.

circling the coffee shops

Parting from the typical fare of beer, MR and I popped about getting coffees. He really liked the vending machine at the library, but wanted to try other coffees -- laden with flavorings. I believe he liked white mocha, of the selections we got, the best.

In his mind, a guy sitting at a computer, who asked us how to get to Bluffton, IN was cruising ... uh, and not the net. It wasn't clear to me. Sorry ... not gay -- wouldn't anyway.

Anyway, the second stop there was the lady barista who looked very similar to a woman who works at Applebees -- our normal stop on Wednesdays. She wasn't her, but I had to work to block that thought from my mind. It was loading up with people later on -- 7 something. There were some kids looking at MR and I while we played chess. I was reminded of the vultures circling pool tables at bars. I discovered that they weren't interested in playing, but rather in staring, I guess.

MR beat me in around 20 moves (each player making 20 moves), perhaps less. To finish the evening, we watched Renenge of the Sith, finding new critiques and voice-overs. Maia (cute little white dog who has a Mickey Mouse look when playful) wanted to play, for hours, and hours, and hours, and then some. Toward the end of the evening, she was prying through my jacket pockets, looking for goodies -- where I often keep them. It is odd, perhaps, that I buy dog treats, yet don't have a dog of my own. There are just so many around. I guess, now, I also need to get cat treats for Cerpicio and Paula, as they have 2 cats.

A tip -- especially for those who don't often drink coffee -- don't drink late at night and don't drink much ... no expresso. I'm a little energetic, but am growing sleepy.

car service

or is it ... owned?!

My car was not holding a charge, which meant two very likely possibilities: the battery was bad or the alternator was bad.
I pulled my weak car into Auto Zone, at my father's suggestion, as they check batteries at no cost. They tried a diagnostic ... and the engine wouldn't run long enough to complete the test. They pulled the battery and charged it, then tested it -- taking four hours. After this time, I called them to find out what, if anything they determined. They reported that the battery was ... okay.

That's bad. An alternator costs much more to install. To couple this problem, they didn't re-install the battery before they closed. I now have no car, must wait until it opens AND someone installs the battery before I can drive it to get it repaired. In the meantime I have a job in the afternoon -- thankfully within walking distance and one all day on Friday. Joy of joys --- spend my I don't have on this -- and waiting more time ... of course.

God loves me, luck hates me.

Timely demise of my stinking bucket o' bolts

alas ... the 11 year mark and I see the start of many parts failing and the vehicle dollar and dollaring me to death.
11 years I think is like 110 car years, right?

It has served me, but I think that it will not last much longer. What a grand time to time ... winter! Maybe I'll luck out and find a reasonable car on a lot that an owner wishes to not pay on taxes.

Cans

That's right! Mafia-run Waste Management has dropped off cans to each of it's "customers", not that any resident has any choice.

The cans -- around 5' tall, were gingerly laid in the street so that cars and vehicles can crash into them. Why would they do that? Simple: they were too lazy to drop them off last month (when they were due), it was too much effort to actually move your butt off the truck.

We ensure our jobs by wasting your time!

Criping number two: this is THE CAN that each customer will use for trash. There will not be a two nor a three. There shall not be a one, unless it stops at a one. More ... is right out. The number of the cans shall be one, and one shall be the number of the count.
And the company did grin and the customers did pay, out the ___; out the ying-yang; out the wazzoo; out the backside; and did pay more money

Revision: customers may use other pre-existing (store bought)additional cans. Customer may obtain additional Waste Management cans for $2 per month ... forever.MR reported to me that there were two stickers (I got them too) that could be put on any cans to be destroyed. The caveat, unwritten, was that they must be put out the week after (only) the new can was received. Thereafter -- they don't do squat.His area was recently annexed -- to all of that area's opposition, and were subjected to King George taxation and subjegation.

Backing into a crash

Thankfully, God was looking out for me, as I near crashed into someone. It was due to my haste -- not taking long enough to look, and the vast array (banquet) of vehicles parked along the street that made visibility difficult.

Thanks God!

about a boy

let's call him John Doe.

It is strange coincidence that a day or so ago, I posted about single-motherhood. I was given a very brief biography on a boy, whose mother apparently decided that she no longer wanted to be one, so she sent him to the biological father to raise. This man had not seen the boy in 8 years, had no experience being a father, and was living with his grandmother. Now, why would a person do that?
I would break this case (individual) to selfishness. I was given to undertand that she was a pot dealer who had spent a number of times in jail and that the boy had more hardship than I have ever had. Obviously, there was a better solution. I think now, though, erasing the abadndoining once-mother, would be primary. Then, find suitable caretakers of the boy.
All things considered, the boy is not too bad. He has been diganosed with ADHD, but his father doesn't believe in medicine. How ironic that the mother dealt drugs and the new-father doesn't believe in prescribed medicine.

Poor John ... I hope that someone adopts him and loves him. I am unsure of the new parent -- seems all too odd and sad to me.

party invite

Mr. H., do you know where Candlelight ______ is?
Yes.
Well, do you know where # ______ is?
Uh, no.
Well, it's on the corner .... (other details)
You can come to my birthday party. And you can bring your bathing (swimming, I presume) suit.

Thanks for the invite Jasmine!

stupid entry

Wild Gun Man
highest level... 64
In the arcade I would have never made it so far and would have never seen that the score rolls over like an odometer. Okay ... why the zeros? In the game many of the pointer are based on dollars for reward for criminals who may or may not draw on you.
---
criping ... games not requiring accuracy, unlike Wild Gun Man that counts a loss if you shoot before they draw, why have a fire button if there is never an advantage to not firing? If there is no accuracy % and that if you aren't firing, you are risking your "life" ... why stop firing? Why even make a fire button?

2. If are are entering into a game, why is your character invariably ill-equipped, such as a knife to a machine gun battle. There is tough and there is suicidal. Unarmed, I shall take on these 40 some people. I see their guns, but will prefer a club.

Hmmm Matrix got those ideas from somewhere --- moreover .... no.... I won't start tearing that movie apart --- too many comments will arise.
---
back to classic games: Bomberman ... I never played until this game system. What a wacky game!
Olympics ... ah, yes. I remember full well the Atari single joy with top left button. In the running games you had to jiggle the joy back and forth, usually holding the thing near your stomach. It was not a thing to see. Did the creators see what the results were? From the back you see only shoulder and arm movement in a predictable pattern. Worse was commentary ... "Come on! Get going! Almost there!"

Secrets

a human concept

Either you keep them or you don't. I have so many, then I think about them it hurts. Perhaps, one day, before I die ... I can't forget them all. They are not military secrets. They aren't slander about any other person. Things spoken ... knowing that the listener listened and won't then speak. For when I listened ... I learned. I felt no different, really, about any person who spoke to me, but it did make me think and was emotive.

In retrospect ... even my own, have helped me be what and who I am. It helps that I don't hate myself.

My secrets about me ... I don't like typing and I don't like talking about me.

pure conjecture

I believe that more and more "popular" music focusses on the objectivity of women -- mainly as sex object and in some cases toys -- merely living, but inanimate objects. My hypothosis is: (assuming that the lyrics are reasonable foundation for the author's general belief system regarding sex and gender roles)
Is the intent of the discourse to fit in to the growing trend toward sexual prowess over others, sexual pomp and circumstance or (here is the dangerous statement); the attempt to subordinate a woman-figure, since, for so-long being controlled in a single-mother household?

In other words, finally free of being "dominated" by the only parent figure -- mother, a man acts out in opposition to authority, in a way he could never do with his only authority figure. The woman -- being more than a placebo for the mother, is a model of the authority, with specific differences in that a different relationship is formed with another woman, sexual in nature.
Being controlled is a terrible stigma in many groups -- more so in urban areas where you can gain status through subjegating others. This comes into play greater in institutions -- schools, detention centers, jails, prisons. A continuing and escalating cycle of control and violence to maintain that control manifests itself in quasi-obsession. OIn that failure to fully dominate this other, relegates the man back to the boy -- psyche in anguish.
Combine this with drug and stimulant use -- stimulants may include social seclusion through many avenues including single-player video games for many hours both buidling asocial tendencies and diminished discernment of non-comparable simuli.
Moreover, aggressive games (and violent games also) tend to favor the schema of subjegating others to your will. Many games offer reinforcement in that the greater the violence and aggression, the greater the outcome -- success and or short-goals (points). Media exaggerbates this with reverence for violent celebrities who include sports figures.

Aside: Bobby Knight -- a chronological adult, foul-mouthed, violent, even choking students and adults, was allowed to stay at IU Bloomington for many years despite his criminal behavior and was adored for it. I personally wished he had been in jail and would still be there.

Although it's nice to say, "there it is ... that's the problem right there!", but it isn't that simple. Even clearer is that, if the causation were just that -- and nothing else, how would you improve it and change it? Would you conjure reasonable, rational fathers out of the air?

An urban single mother, having little money for herself, now has at least one child. This strain worsens as the child and the mother grow older. Let us examine three overly-simplistic, plausable but unrealstic examples:

Mother A: little education, which leads to low-paying jobs. Assuming that she is paid at least minimum wage and has one child, she must know how to get help. Many do not. Assuming that she doesn't get help, either throuugh apathy, ignorance or denial; stress sets in -- tension in family unit. Money then is more important than safety. She might conclude that taking risks is better than not taking risks. Taking risks might include: endangering herself through vocation (illegal activities or activities that surrounded by illegal acts [huh? oh, drugs, theft, prostituion -- payment for sex even if it isn't money), co-habitator choice (man who is engaged in illegal activities or whose presence worsens the family unit -- not being in funds or overspending) or endagering her child through the above scenarios or through abandonment intentionally, disparingly (due to over working), ignorance of importancce.
People tend to learn through environment. What a person imitates is completely dependant on the person. If there is no positive consistent male role model, the child must seek out role models. In the above case, there is neglect -- leaving the child to wonder why. If there are other significant others in the area -- it is likely that the child will seek out those persons -- whether they are good or bad influences. She reacts harshly at seemingly random times and doesn't understand the illogic of children. She is in control sometimes -- harsh when she is. Here, women may be seen as violent, controlling and spiteful. To vanquish this beast, a man must take great conrol, at almost any means -- to defend himself.
add here the concept of large metro areas with gang activity where most children feel compelled to join a gang, leading to criminal activity and encouraging violence.

Mother B: she is better educated, with a more stable income and possibly better resources overall including car, house, furtnishings, food, freinds. While she is raising her son, she -- not a boy, is still ignorant of what boys are, how they change, what they do. Not wanting the son to feel unloved, the mother may overcompensate by either having a series of not-so good role models around or tragically either no role models (wishing to do it all herself) or only family members who are helpful, but aren't a good mix of some differing perspectives. Also, there may be difficulty finding a family member wishing to be father or uncle figure. Perhaps they are too busy or unwilling. The child, bored, seeks out others. Perhaps he finds positive role models, but perhaps not. Again ... a static evironment, leads to boredom. Through growing periods, boys will have testtosterone surges that will make them react like a woman during her menstration cylce ... happy, moody, wild, aggressive ... aloof. During the teen years, this doesn't quiet down or have months off. He never knows what he is. She's in control, but perhaps too much. Perhaps women, for this boy are unimportant or over dominant.

Mother C: a better situation for many. She is capable of caring for herself and at least one other. She is raising her child. She's doing very well and makes opportnities for her son that others could not. To overcompensate for the lack of father, she is all things ... and will not allow others to destroy what she has created. This will-be man is constantly shielded and protected from all things, including his own wrong-doings. While this doesn't, perhaps encourage violence toward women, but it may develop into a poor perspective, in that women are his servents or they are general pawns ... and that men are greater -- especially him.

Anyway ... the hypothosis --- examples, nothwithstanding is: a growing populaiton of women-controlled (single motherhood) of so many single or groups of boys, contributes to the perspective of the need to dominate women -- if through no other means ... sex or through violence.

In the develeopment of sex, it is a hormonal stimulating act, which requires stimulation of testtosterone and adrenaline. Through years of disturbance, and fear, sex becomes and stimulating act of control and dominance. Escalating this to sadism and sexual sadism (including rape) would then not be unpredictable. Preferences for ages may be an overextention of inferiority, fear, and anger. An easier target is one who is more easily dominated -- physically. Thereofore, younger targets are prefered, at least at first.

Cunning can be a powerful addition, in that deception is a greater part of seducing and illiciting a desired response.

NOTE: urban is exactly that... urban. I mean that an urbanite can be of any color, creed, etc.

So very rude

patting your lover's bottom ... "Is this seat taken?"

Hey! That guy didn't get the baseball anywhere!
He's got four balls.
Walk with pride me lad.

Fixing a ladder

An old ladder in the garage to the attic space ... broke, snapped in half, ergo ... kaput.
Now. How do you fix the ladder?
Cut off broken ends; buy new bolts; attach pipe tape (metal hole-punched bands); drill holes; test out fixed ladder.
If ladder breaks; redo
If holes are too close; redo

If you are not interested in project; too bad

The ladder is fixed on the only warm day for January

Car is getting flunky ...
How to fix that car ...
plant C-4; move car to remote location nowhere near any other building or living thing; detonate; be sure to video the explosion and the process

Grin with great pride

oh, oh, oh ... I'm so misinformed

Here, I got rumors that Larry Wachowski is a transexual. That's all wrong, maybe. Apparently he's a cross-dresser. That's all right then?

Gross.

BTW: I hated the movies.

Dear Indy,

If you give the ultimatum of: "If you won't build us a new stadium, we're going to leave", then don't let the door hit you on the ____ on the way out!

Again ... high hopes -- _____ing rubber tree plant or something like that!

This is my message to the Colts!

Grandpas

a teacher was giggling to herself that students were not talking about each other's mothers, nor about each other, but rather trying to get a rise from one another by critiquing or insulting each other's grandfathers. New generation, same story -- level of attack the same, target slightly varied.

Bite me!

statement given to a teacher when directing a third grader to put on her coat.

smoker

a guy with big, bushy hair was sitting, idly watching another person bowl, when he instinctively put his had to his head. The hand held a cigarette which was, of course, hot enough to heat the bountiful hair. TS noticed this and shouted to him, "Larry, your hair's on fire!" He got only a grumble, mumble. "Larry, your hair's on fire!" Grumble, mumble ... huh? He wildly beats at the site of fire in a panic jumping up and down.
Tip: don't have bushy hair or don't smoke.

Ninja bowler

I bowled on a high school league, later at "midnight bowling" with friends. I was never as interested nor intrigued about it as were they. Still, I did bowl and enjoy it when I was in my 20s. I had, to say the least, a poor and quirky style of bowler that caught many people as a guy with the weird stance and throw. Ninja? Why ninja?

On the net today you will see many people who are great fans of Chuck Norris. I too, WAS a Chuck Norris film fan, never having an opinion on the man himself. Granted he's in better shape than I have ever been and will ever be, but I don't watch his work any more.
Anyway ... never having had any training didn't stop me from kicking and punching in a really random manner, hoping that somehow by freakishly doing so, I too would become martial arts master. Many object died due to my perspective. Glasses were smashed onto the ground with my childish thought that with enough speed, a cup would be gravitationally attached to my hand as I rotated it at great speeds. Nope. I spun my hand and it dropped ... shattered, having served its matyr purpose.

One, funnier epside, sad for the slain objects, was when we were playing pool at MR's house, ISJ decided to pitch a bottle cap unto my head. Although it wasn't my shot, I held onto the cue stick, my mighty weapon -- as it turned it was my mighty weapon. It was told to me that much like the slow-motion in many action movies, they watched the cap flip end-over-end til it reached me. It was luck that it hit me, much less my head.
Now. How would a normal person react to be hit lightly by something? They might look around in wonder. I am not the typical person. Armed with the staff of doom, I swung around slashing and smashing anything within a 2' radius. After the 7 second attack, the pool table had a board off and on the floor; at least one picture from the wall was down and the glass broken; the cue stick shaken, but not broken; the walled were scarred a bit; a can lay dead, gushing its contents onto the carpet.

Uh, why? No one knows. I don't know why either. Quick, impulsive responses ... not ninja like -- just wild, uncontrolled recklessness. I was never a good bowler, never a martial artist, but it made a good title for some one who could destroy a room, without a reason that even he could explain.

ebb and flow of chronic madness

allergies: reactions to environmental factors, either developmental or congenital. Through habituation, toxins can either build up or be more easily blocked by genetic factors, metabolic adaptations or time-specific changes. Alcohol, for well-seasoned drinkers has a smaller symptomatic affect, whereas intermittant or non-drinkers react, in accordance to their specific absortions and metabolism, more dramatically and generally faster. Moreover, environmental factors, unrelated to voluntary consumption, is more critical to address.

In my experience I have a few notable strong allergies. Fully recognizing them and identifying symptomology and characteristic changes took many years better understand. First: smoke, addressing first smoke from cigarettes. I would surmise that tobacco itself is a key allergy for me, but more over, the many, many chemicals consistant with cigarettes (I presume American -- as I don't think I've had much experience otherwise) either sigularly or in combinations with themselves or environmentally -- higher oxygen or nitrogen levels, etc.

My primary reactions and sympotomology to exposure are: sinus pressure (I believe habituation has prompted my body to predictable responses such as accelerated mucus production), over-stimulation of salavary glands, tear ducts, and generalized shortness of breath. Certainly not to test this hypothosis, but rather out of sheer stupidity, I tried smoking a cigarette several times. I was told I was not doing it right, for I was not breathing in the smoke, but rather leaving it puffed out like oral-borne halitosis. I took a, and only one, puff inhalation. I found out then what nastiness was. I thought eating bugs would be finer. I turned green, spit gray into the sink for 3 solid minutes. I had an instant headache and was thereafter nausiated. Wow! I could could have tried that until I got over that period of habituation ... no thanks.
I also tried smoking a pipe, which I did choose for the reasons of stupidity, fond memories of my uncle's pipe smoking (it had a nice aroma) and because it was less foul smelling than cigarettes. I also was not inclined to inhale the smoke. This produced some interesting, but longer lasting effects. I had an impaired voice for 8-18 hours after exposure. I had mildly-blurred vision for 4-6 hours. My sense of taste was negliable. Despite drinking gallons of water (yes gallson, for through habitiuation I am able to drink 1.5 liters in one long drink), my thirst was never quenched. Because my vision was faulty, my coordination was at fault as well. My smoking days were thankfully short-lived, being around 9-14 months.

Alcohol, another common toxin, with which I have had much experience I can list any number of reactions that are (apart from over-indulgence yielding vomitting and dehydration):
two beers (24 oz total) -- general sleepiness
tequilla straight -- aggression (free-floating anger)
wine -- giddiness, hyperactivity (geometic escalation)
rum -- like wine, but expotential ascalation
schnapps -- restlessness, dehydration, non-cognitive responses
kaluha -- hyperactivity, aggression, non-cognitive responses
sherry -- non-cognitive responses, sleepiness, unemotive rude responses
mead -- like wine, but to a lesser degree, mixed with sinus pressure and capillary spams

Many peopel over the globe love chocolate. I'm sure, at some point I loved it too. Perhaps more importantly, I recognized my allergy to this. It affects me much like some people react to cocaine -- mild euphoria mixed with hyperactivity, impulsivity, at times -- rudeness and aggression with little/no provocation. For this reason, I do not partake in chocolate, as it doesn't mix with company. Secondary reactions to this are cranio-facial muscular "tics", regional capillary spams, adrenaline overexpression, tunnel-vision diminshment of olfaction and delay of auditory simuli.

As for my general madness, I account for it by adatption to environmental, both voluntary and involuntary consumption / exposure and asocial psyche, denying rationale behind avoidance. Moreover, acceptence of general delusional feelings, auto-developed and chemical specific. Simply stated: I learned to cope with reality and fiction (reality with toxins) in a self-preserving way, so that self-preservation was foremost above conscious of others.

Now, reflecting, I can see (20/20) the many asocial responses that have developed me into what I was and am. I, hopefuly am developing new responses and reactions to reality more consistent with social cognition, than that of perfunctory and impulsive ones. It's strange then, that I, an immoral and asocial person, should choose a profession that would require those traits that I have chosen -- so many years -- to deny and abolish within myself.

[in comes the tide of sanity -- surely to go out again]

"Friction"

Lori's funny critique of my statement of always being hot when in bed -- to be sleeping.

"I can't sleep at night ... I'm always hot!"

"Friction will do that", said Lori. Her implication was that since I had no bedmate (girlfriend or wife) that the "heat" must be from some other under-the-covers action.

Very funny! Thanks!

scrubbing bubbles

Tonight I found myself at the scene of an unwritten play -- staring Rescue Rangers in a pedestal sink with bubbles. They pitched each other into the water, then "bad guys", then went searching for tutrles and fish. Sadly, Orange Guy always had the misfortune of the torrent of conical rain dashed upon him when he tried to resurface. A reounding laughter of the contoller shook the basin itself.

"No! Wait til he gets to his feet, then drop the rock on him!" -- Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Bubbles ... outside ... in 25 degree weather ... yes! Also, thankfully, the short term of this as the cold cement was nasty on the tookas.

This was followed by Stooges ... and attempted squashings.

For dinner --- 4 different stops ... KFC, McDonalds, Taco Bell, and Coffee shop

There are some things in life that you can't buy --- like your time, for everything else ... there's your salary.

"I love you, Marcus" -- can't be bought --- thankfully, I earned it!

Max

As in maximum. Max Payne ... in loading, in waiting, in unskippable movies ... in keeping settings (re-setting POV when on stairs). Max (imum) Payne in the ___.

Darn you Cerpicio!!!!

I've a song in my head all day because you! It's a very funny one, mind you, but I hoped other thoughts might enter my mind as well!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5430343841227974645&q=what+internet+is+for

Extremely funny the first time!

funny child quote

The game actually exists:

http://www.addictinggames.com/monkey.html

His quote while on the internet was, "Spank the monkey! That's my favorite game!"

Looking for Lenny Bruce

If anyone has Mask Man aka Thank you Mask Man, please let me know. I have been looking for it for a while to put on DVD. I found no legitimate seller -- only those selling a dupicated (rough) copy thrown onto DVD for $15 not including shipping.
“Bull____ man! That was the deal! You said I could have anything I want … that’s what I want!”

...

Mind you, moose bites can be quite painful.


The parties responsible for using fewer quotations have been sacked. Those responsible for sacking those people, have also been sacked.

the term, "Fathering"

is usually wrongly used. Too often people view fathers as those that contribute genetic material.

In my previous entry I mentioned -- insulted, Lost, for it's shortcomings. I read a blurb on Naveen Andrews "
'Lost' star admits fathering child while separated from Barbara Hershey". That is more urban vernacular. Lions sire cubs, often killing other cubs either his own or others to get the lioness into estris. That guy doesn't smell like my spermazoa [mauling of cub]. This concept of siring as many his-scented youth as possible is urban fathering.

If only America could wake up a bit and turn on the "mental gears". I could throw money at a situation or I could involve myself in it and help it. Siring and then paying some money to the "mother" for the child (ren) is much like throwing money at a so-called problem. Invest yourself in it -- be the solution -- or the father, bringing to it your values, your input, your goals to make life what it should be.

Male lions in a pride generally don't hunt (not providers), take their share first, and (aforementioned) with cubs. They serve a protective role at times, but are generally not integral to the life of the pride. I was very fortunate in having a father who raised me. I am also from a family of non-divorced parents. This didn't prevent me from divorcing, but I "sired" no children and had I done so -- a difficult life they would have had no matter how much effort I put forth -- save being granted full and sole custody. Even that would have had its consequences.

Think, before you sire. A pack of your gene-filled people shouldn't fill you with pride if you have done nothing to bring them to be who they could be -- raising and fathering.

--please end--

Lost in Complaining

I have a limited interest in the show, Lost. I asked a friend about it to find out that they don't have a new episode yet -- 4 weeks, no new show. Gosh! That's gotta be hard, working there in uncomfortable Hawaii with nothing to do. I can see why it would be difficult to get the cast back to Hawaii to do more shooting.
"Hey, no! I'm staying here in Flint, Michigan, pushing out snow, thanks. Later this week I'm going to ultra-rural Saskatewan* and start building a house."

"Get on with it!" -- M Python
"Of course, I could be wrong you know." -- Bugs, WB
"Wrong? Wrong?! You ain't never been right!" -- Platoon

Anyway. I got this idea for a show about a mysterious torpical island. On it there are polar bears, company controlled / made sharks, hidden research bunkers, supposedly-derranged inhabitants, grayish invisibeats. There are hints to other mysteries and the Pennsylvania-sized island can't be found by any known technological means.

Okay... sounds good. What do you have so far. I have two scenes with a bear, four scenes with the invisibeast, 4 seconds of the shark.

What else?

I have great stories about people on the island, before they were there, including stories about characters of the 40 some that I just kill off anyway.

ummm ... okay. Anything else?

They now play golf on the untamed and dangerous island and heroin is available.

Uh, okay. So, [a sourness in his face, he directs attention to another person at the table], you had a new version of Three's Company in mind?

* Sassparilla, sassafras, Sesame? Hasann chop!

Kari Byron -- again

What I could find was that she is a sculpter -- apparently a good (or renown) one from Frisco and a vegetarian. So far, that's not a lot of info.

comedy of vocation

Education is a great resource for humor. Yesterday I was asked if they could do, individual work together. My answer was no, but I was reminded of, "Let's be independant together". Thanks Herbie!

watching TV

I'm not known for my love of movies or TV. I haven't liked sit-coms in a llllllloooooooooonnnnnnnnnnggggggg time. That being the case, I sometimes find a show that I do like. I used to like Discovery Channel, until it and it's compadre's: History, TLC, Animal Planet, etc. decided that everyone would love to have a program they are watching blocked out -- sometimes up to 25% by USELESS animations of their other shows. I thought the corner label on the programs were bad -- thanks T Turner for starting that! Coupled with that are the commercial break so long that I often change the channel, forgetting that I was once watching Discovery or whatever. My criping aside.

I got to see Mythbusters, which can be entertaining. Sometimes it is more like idea ADHD -- are you planning on completing any ideas here? I like the ideas. I have become captivated by Kari Byron, about whom little information seems available.

She seems practical, comical and clever. When I saw her smile, that's what captured my attention. [drone on here concerning interest]

The same channel that does this includes a show with Jessie James something, who contributes to building various one-time things. I couldn't bear to watch the show anymore, as his personality is grating and his happy recalling of childhood violence towards others including a neighbor boy whom he claimed to have happily choked (implying to a painful degree). This guy has a son. I would hestitate to call him a father as that is a person who raises their child to be an adult capable of existing in the world -- hopefully, sans prison/jail.

What's another really bad idea from this group ... Growing Uo Gotti. Hey! Let's focus on a family whose criminal activity, either theirs or other family memebers who have a lot of money. Let's help those watching become complacent with the mafia and criminals. Yes! Let's copy HBO with their ideas of Sopranos and OZ with violence, evil, raping, killing, drugs, abuse (of many forms). Now that's entertainment. I guess if Eninem is still popular with songs of putting GHB into drinks to rape women and his lyrics stating his desire for a woman to do whatever, whenever, in perpetuity -- these will be the standard.

Not to me.

Returning to Mythbusters ... violence is either to Buster -- a disintigrating dummy with variable insturment chasis, Black Adder, or to the two would-be investigators who welcome their own doom on some occasions.

Fargen Bastages!

[please note that some of the bantering gets windy and verb tenses do not conform to standard English]

A couple of weeks ago I heard that phrase. It's from a movie either you saw or didn't see. I doubt that you would forget some of the memorable lines from Johnny Dangerously. That being the case, let me explain my mild dis-satisfaction.
Who are the fargen bastages? They are the winds that direct your kite to the ground, thirty people at the gas station who all enter the store buying cigarettes and chatting with people rather than move their cars, people calling not knowing who you are, people who drive SUVs who couldn't park a paper airplane in a parking spot much less their wide vehicle like their wide butts. Also, I dispise notices that you'll get more notices (much like someone calling to let you know that they are going to call).

Are these people antagonists or speed bumps? Perhaps they are neither, but actors who are unaware that their are others in the play. They are so focussed on completing their goals that all others be damned! I see this at all ages and in most places. How many times have you appraoched a door, following someone within 8 feet and yet they close the door behind them. Are they truly that unaware that there is some one behind them?

Emoticons: when you really, really, really can't just type a nice word or phrase. Is that wasteful or laziness? I think both. It is one thing to use it in messaging when you are typing slower to several people than you could possibly talk to them, but in letters that you are already typing? What's the point?

I find anger venting is helpful. I like to play games where I can perpetrate fictional violence, especially with guns. I don't and won't own a gun, but it's great relief to exterminate a bad egg on a game. There are a few games that are designed for track motion and you hit "evil men". Concluding one game, I gave stats on targets hit and shots fired. The disperarity prompted, "Are you angry?" I wasn't a poor shot, but rather emptied at least one clip or series of six shots into each target when possible. 80%+ were face / head shots. Giving six shots in the head before the target falls is impossible, so the fictional part is great.

"... may they all get lead poisoning", Eddie Valiant, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

What the day held

promise of a new day! It kept dreaming of waking, doing something, realizing it was 10 minutes early then resting again. I was never right on the time. My teaching went fairly well and there were no real problems.

A growing concern I have is for the random "unavailable number" calls I'm getting. As I put my cell phone number on the no-call list, I should think that I would not get pestered. I didn't donate to anyone last year -- no money to do so, so I hope to get fewer calls this year.

A charity, Paralyzed Hoosier Veterans Association is a nice cause, but they are misinforming those whom they solicit, in that their chapter hasn't donated to Spinal Cord Research for 20 some years -- their claim to fame. I got some interesting runaround from the man who called me this year. He called me days after the local paper reported their misinforming.

"We don't control everything that every chapter says."

Really? Don't they read a prompt? I hardly believe that they have all the figures, dates, times in their heads -- highly unlikely. I also thought that they ought to at least make a sound retraction about how much and when they donated to the spinal cord research center. This center tried an experimental procedure for connecting nerve tissue, and pocesses for neural growth. Christopher Reeve was the first volunteer. The surgery showed some success. It's original idea was for use within 24 hours of injury. To this date, I don't know of any other successful attempts.

That being said, there is a local group -- not a charity, that does work for the community -- Citizens' Action Coalition. They spend much of their money under-paying people to gather money for the cause. Some -- doubtful much, gets to lawyers to lobby for improvements and protections for citizens from energy industries and the like from unreasonable price hikes and gouging.

Too bad we don't have a federal one to punish the gas companies -- not just oil, but natural gas. If they keep it up, I think the way to go would be Nuclear Power Plants and electric heat. I think Hammond and Gary, IN could be flattened and the Power Plants go there. If you've seen --hopefully at a distance, either city. I think you'll agree.

More names, less informaiton

Sex Offenders databases

https://secure.in.gov/serv/cji_sor

http://www.sexoffender.com/vcinorder.html

http://www.nsopr.gov/

I saw a photo where a neighbor put up a handmade sign on their property pointing to next door with "Child Molester", clearly printed on the sign. That's great! Keep up the good work!

Nice dog

It will be a while before I will forget Sampson entering the van and relegating me to the far back seat. This german shepherd sat in a second row seat as comfortable as he could. Silly boy!

Where some are

http://jordan.fortwayne.com/ns/news/sexoffenders/?send=Search+database

These only show those that are registered. I think the law should read that any non-registered may be shot on sight -- no questions asked. If I were on the jury in the case of a person slaying a known and convicted child molester, I might heavily scrutinize the facts in his/her favor. Okay, okay ... I'd vote not guilty. I cannot condone vigilantism, but would offer lesser punishment for those convicted.

Taxes

MR is historically earlier than I am in filing his taxes. I got a form Saturday and have begun filing. Man, oh, man! I hope to beat in this year. It's my own little race.

Only if you're mad!

One movie that really struck me was Robocop. Yes ... undoubtedly a stupid, yet enjoyable film. The director later went on to make similar-imagry movies like Starship Troopers, Total Recall, and Basic Instict (?). Anyway ... I just thought this morning of a scene from Robocop when he is beating the _____ out of Clarence Boddicker (Kurtwood Smith of That 70s Show -- more funny as a cop-killing drug dealer turns dad). As he's being thrown through 6' tall windows in office spaces he blurts out to Robocop that he works for Dick Jones. I quickly replaced some of the dialogue in my head.

[crash] [slump] [Robocop picks up Clarence by the throat] "I work for Dick Chaney. Dick Chaney! Dick Chaney works for Bush. Bush runs the country!"

[shocked look over Clarence's face as he's being killed]
[Rococop stops choking him]

If you haven't seen this brutal movie, which apparently was edited to get it to "R", it's quotable. The director apparently had the concept of making it so violent that it was comical. I'd like to see the original!

quotes:

"It's a sophisticated bang bang."
"I'd buy that for a dollar!"
"Can you fly, Bobby?"
"I want a really fast car that gets really ____y gas mileage!"
"Nuke 'em! The family game."
"Do you have any advice to kids?" "Stay out of trouble"
"Don't _____ with Jones man! He'll make sushi out of ya."
"I'm sure it's just a glitch." (after ED 209 pumped 100 rounds of 50 calibur bullets into an executive) "A glitch?"
"Somebody call an ambulance!" (same scene, where a rag of a torso lies over a model of "New" Detroit)
"Look at my face DICK!"
"Looks like we'll be partners afterall, Richard."
"You want a cigarette?" "No. Ya know? Those things will kill ya." (shotgun-armed bank robber)

(requires the visual)
"We don't have a safe." "There's your safe!" (kicking down a tower of cans)
(desk sergent talks to officer as she kicks and beats suspect into submission) "When you're done ______ with your suspect, I have something for you."
(strip mall building explodes after being shot with "sophisticated bang bang") Paul McCrane of ER states excitedly, "I like it!"
"You burned the money! You burned the _________ money!" (incinerated bills from bank heist)

VD XP, thankfully not for me!

Mum and I were discussing he-who-shall-not-be-named and his known V.D. With his wonderful choice of "partners", he apparently is collecting them. I know only, through the folks and his mother which one he already had. The new ones are unknown to me. One way to stop getting them would be to say:
use protection or better still
choose different person and use protection
Will he-who-shall-not-be-named do either?

[Eight ball shaking]

My sources say no.

On the lighter side, perhaps they will terminate him faster than the time-traveling terminator I ordered. I got a notice oddly post-dated ... on back order

Game

Charlie got me a game for Christmas -- technically, many games. One of them was Wild Gun Man, which was made by Nintendo like Hogan's Alley. Why does any of that matter?

First: I thought that it was difficult in the arcade. It was, but not because of the limited time that it gave, but rather in that the cord for the light gun was too short. Even in this game, which is infinately better than the older NES & SNES games, it has problems with angular screens. Flat screens -- most new TVs, should be perfect.

Second: I believe that Back to the Future III made mention of either of these games as to why Marty was so fast on the '80s theme restaraunt arcade game. The kid in the movie was, unimpressed. I can think of few home light gun games now. If you had them they would have to be either, static or track driven -- offering no movement with the loose controller.

[blam] [blam] [blam] ... I'll be shootin' for ya! On Wild Gun Man ... some fall back dead, others down, and a couple lose hats and pants during gun battles.

Rip and Tear!

Charlie loves to sword battle and battle evil robots, sometimes those with cloaking / invisibiity technologies.

picture c/o Lucasfilms

stolen from Monkeyjack

In the course of that great battle, my demins suffered a great fatality. They were old and were torn at the groin.
"A hit! A very powerful hit" (blood spurts and shoots from a throat wound)

Try me

MR sent this to me. He was at the library and found an enticing sign from a clearly reputable and competent person offering services.

"Attornie", that spells, "don't trust this".

Another concert

this one was held at the cafeteria of the high school -- not great accoustics and the sound mixing was unclean. During the songs the choir sang a Mondonna montage (poor taste, if you ask me) and later Janet Jackson. Thankfully the girls didn't have a costume malfunction.

An interesting thing to note: while parent were there, he told the choir to sshh ... and denoted their talking -- not good. My neice might be right about him being an ass.

One of the two choirs had twister costumes --- rectangles yellow, red, green, blue. There were plastic in appearance. Sadly, this fell under the problem of a mix of persons: Calista Flockhart (dangerously thin to Kathy Najimy- like).

I thought Austin Powers

Hey Jealousy!

I was at friends' house last night. Charlie wanted to play -- and play anything. I convinced him to end our sword play in favor of another game. He chose a butterfly game -- ejected from an elephant's trunk. While Keith, Charlie and I were playing that, Sid (dog) got jealous and wanted Keith's attention -- tug rope.

She gave up then sat on her butt -- not common for her, and was by me. While I was trying to catch butterflies and scratch her chest, Charlie, who was similtaneously watching TV stopped playing butterflies and hopped onto my back.

What I really need to be is a shape shifter, so that I quickly grow addtional arms and legs and perhaps a conjoined body to play with two at the same time. Those two not wanting to share my attention.

Snoring

I don't like to post about X, but I just thought of something.

Have you ever had a mate who's snoring disables your sleep? In my case, she was snoring loudly enough to make it difficult to sleep. I evilly woke her -- slightly, then quickly fell asleep.

If need be -- tickle, stroke, jar -- do something, to arouse them so that you can sleep.

Why write this? I saw a little comic about a couple sleeping -- it reminded me.

One person's terrible Christmas

I was setting out trash when I saw a man walking late that night. I knew that he lived a couple of streets away. He was remarkable because he had a Great Pyrenees. I asked him how he was, Dec. 27th 2005. He was terrible, a cursory response. I asked if he could tell me.

I don't know where he worked, but he told me the following sad story. Wherever he worked, one night packed up all their things and moved out of the building. When he went to work -- there was no company there. Bad news. He filed for unemployment, but they reported to him that whomever he worked for didn't file ANY taxes, including his, despite his paychecks indicating to the contrary.

Because he was no longer getting paid, his mortgage / rent was missing, and continued to be so. The mortgage company told him they were going to foreclose. The owner mentioned to him that he could stay in the house until they found a new tennet / purchaser. Some time later, they found some one who threw out -- in the trash everything in the house.

So there he is ... no money, no job, no car.

On Christmas 25th ... his dog died.

He remarked to me that he was alive. That's one thing. Things couldn't hardly get worse.

It's nice for me to remember that no matter how cruddy things might seem -- they aren't impssible.

The following is true -- in that is what he told me.

Concert

I saw my niece's concert tonight. It was postponed due to weather. They had a band performance and three choirs sing in around one hour. Why can't they be that efficient during a regular session? Granted, they probably didn't sing as many songs, but my word -- pay-at-pump fast there, I tell you!

My niece has nothing nice to say about the director, who is a two-faced buffoon ... yelling when out of earshot of other adults -- according to her. She'll graduate in May and be on her way to be a Vet -- maybe.

Although they were quite talented, by far their best -- recordable was Carol of the Bells, which had crystal tonality and range modulations generally found on re-mastered works (baritones briefly raised above high sopranos).

Badges! We don't need no stinking badges!

Ah. I think it was Dana Carvey who remarked in a monologue that if you're 0ver 18 and you're stilling wearing a name badge, you probably have the wrong job. I like my job, but the fact that kids walk up to me and are delighted to read my first name -- a tabboo in professionalism, perhaps he was right.

I have heard:
That's a cool name!
My cousin's name is ....
I like that name.

Some wit and wisdom of Mr. Mystery Guest

"Keith [stated as a long slurred word]. Tell Todd I'm gonna kill him!" after guzling a gallon of so-called kamikazees, which were 70% vodka (on average).

"I stopped a robbery at Walgreens. You see there was this guy with a gun. I used my electrical powers to stop him."
"You mean you shocked him?"
"No. I heated the gun and he had to drop it."

"The Yankees suck!" followed by his own, and only laughter.

"I'm just a loud peein' fool!" (sung)

(after puking) "Oh man! I didn't even eat Taco Bell!"

"You're the only woman I ever slept with!"

"Get that camera out of my face! _____ paparattzi! Every shot you have of me, I have some ______ thing sticking out of my mouth or on my tongue (lip)."

"You left me in Hell! Hell! It smelled so bad. It was like a big, perpetual fart!" in reference to an old job
"This job is bad." a movie quote used to describe this same job

"That's Easy-E!" when asked what he chose to hear on headphones. I listened and heard, "I need three holes when I want to _____" Charming

"Hey, I got this joke ... " (If only I were allowed to blank it out of my mind). Apparently / hopefully he was out of his mind when he told this terrible so-called joke that is so much unlike him. I won't finish his statement!

"I was a navy seal. I had to register my hands as lethal weapons downtown." Not a successful come-on line to ladies at the bar.

"I hope you have a (mystery guest's name) room. I need to sleep."
"You don't turn the lights off on a drunk man! What are you thinking!" shouted

Great truism for some ... insult for others

autocoprophagicmania

Cute lines

"You're not a monster; you're just dirty." -- Bubbles

"I would like eleven lumps of sugar, please."
"You don't need eleven lumps of sugar."
"I'm a monster. I'm not sweet enough."

-- Little Bear cartoon

I thought of that because of my nieces.
.....
In other news ... a cult favorite goes on to another generation. My nieces and nephews have watched more than once, Monty Python's Holy Grail. I remember I showed them one time the vorpal rabbit scene. Thereafter, they watch it.
Maybe the 70s weren't too bad.

Microsoft has encounterd an error

Right now I'm telling the computer (and Microsoft) exactly what it can do with the chocolate (and my fist).

What error?

I typed something funny?

It's okay

"It's okay Mr. Holloway, I already got my nose (for you).", a response when I asked if I should get one student's nose. I guess, I'm predictable.

"Tag! You're it!", expecting the man-figure to run and chase him. I have played tag on occasion, but generally my attention needs to be focussed on the group. In this case, it was a wonderful warm day with adults vacating their blistering, unconditioned rooms for a change.

Ah ... the age when farts are funny and not shameful and where homework isn't five hours long.

Homework: "My baby sister chewed on it." It did look indeed just like that.
"I don't have it." Hours later, at the end of the day. "Here it is!"
"Can I use your pencil?" Still ... a different pencil is magical -- a nice, youthful perspective.
"I can't do it!" Stand here beside me for the rest of the day and watch me work. I want all of your attention.
"Mr. Hollywood." Close. "Mr. K?" Again, close.
"Haven't I seen you in movies?" No. The money would be nice though.
"They're not taking turns." Ah, if life were only this complex.
"Hey! Now that makes sense!" What a teacher really wants to hear. A person, student or other, getting a concept.
"Will you be my Daddy." "I can't do that." "Daddy!" "No. Don't you already have a daddy?" "Yes. But I want you. Daddy." I'll just hope that she drops this line of thinking.

"What about God?" "I can't talk about that."
"What is AIDS?"
"My mommy and daddy yell a lot"
"Our house has holes. My daddy does too. Right here (pointing to left abdomenal wall indicating a through-and-through puncture -- gunshot). Don't touch it."
"I have a dog! He died. I had (goes on to tell about 20 + dogs -- all dead)."
"You look tired. Did you sleep well last night?" "I didn't sleep good. My brother kept moving." "You sleep with your brother?" "Yeah. And my sister and my mom and my dad." They had only one bed
"Mister!" "Mr. Holloway." "Can I call you Mr. H.?" "Yes." "Mister, do you like pizza?"

"I want to you write a letter to Wilbur." The students were around mid-way through Charolette's Web. "Dear Wilbur, I sure do like you ... with toast, butter ... bacon ... ham. You're tasty." a third grader really made me laugh with that one. It was unexpected and I laughed, perhaps, too loud.

"My mom eats in the bathtub." The students in a different third grade class were assigned to write what odd things their parents do. It was NOT meant as an investigation tool. I tried to blank out from my mind the students who wrote these. This student went on to say that she brought in fruit to wash and did so in the tub.
"My mom and dad walk around naked all the time."
"They were funny socks."
"They eat asparagus."
"My mom sings in the bathroom." "You mean in the shower." "No; in the bathroom."
"My dad eats in the nude."

Now ... you can't take all of that as accurate ... it is, however interesting.

"What do you do?" "What?" "Where do you work?" a student asks me in class. Apparently teaching isn't a job?

While instructions on a worksheet were a little unclear ... my first attempt was to complete every possible combination. Mark a number between 28-34, etc, until the instructions were done. The teacher's guide then remakred, "ask students what they see on their worksheet." It made sense that each student should have a different combination of boxes marked. I then marked only one square for each, as did the other students. I came up with a sloppy looking thing. Rorschach test result: "duck on a stick" which was much better than the real answer ... makring every possible combination ... a robot. There was no other realistic answer. Teachers can make errors too. A good example for kids that if you make an error, recognize it, work with it ... grow.

Dear Disney

[Ja Rule] Woo, ha ha right back at ya.. it's the world's most talented record label Murder Inc. And that angelic voice you hear in the backround, oh that's our new princess of Hip Hop in R&B yo Miss Ashanti.

Murder, Inc. Nothing says family like murder, right? Did you think about this before you cast her as Dorothy -- young naive, innocent child cast into fantasy world where she must be adult?

"Fight (Over Skit)"[Ashanti:] Yo, we need to talk[Guy:] Here we go again. What we need to talk about man?[Ashanti:] We need to talk about us and what's going on.[Guy:] Yea that's what we need to talk about?[Ashanti:] You know, I've been thinking. I don't, I don't think I'm gonna be able to forgive and forget all this shit you'vebeen doing.This just aint working out.[Guy:] Yea,you know you've been thinking, you know I've been thinking too, you know what I've been thinking. I've been thinking the person that I got with aint standing in front of me. You done did a whole flipand changed on a nigga man.[Ashanti:] Yea well guess what? You done changed. You know all this shit you've been doing. You know, how you expect me to bethe same person. I'm not the same person. Why? Cause of the shit you've been doing.[Guy:] So what the fuck you saying man?[Ashanti:] What am I saying?[Guy:] Yea. What the fuck are you saying?![Ashanti:] I'm saying: IT'S OVER!

Nice course language. That's what we need! She's perfect for the role of Dorothy.

If you don't know how to cast for roles ... don't do it.

Movies (brief complaining)

Peter Jackson. I'm sure he's a good, perhaps great director, but oi! Can you imagine if he teamed up with Oliver Stone to do ANY story?

Jackson Stone productions presents, "Bay of Pigs". Rated R, 4.5 hours. Now of DVD with 76 days of rare footage. Uh ... guys! The actual time of the crisis wasn't that long. Buy the DVDs today ... 5 DVDs per week for the next year.

Have you ever thought that maybe ... just maybe ... a movie could be 90 - 100 minutes and accomplish it's goals, tell a whole story, and be a complete thought?

We could throw in Michael Bay, who did Pearl Harbor, for a longer movie. What Bay of Pigs really needs are unrelated subplots and a romance that's irrelevant and unimportant to anything.
Starring:
Kevin Costner of Waterworld, lending his directorial expertise
Keanu Reeves as J. F. K.
Hayden Christianson as young J. F. K.
Joseph Mazzello as older, but still younger-than president J. F. K.
Lizzie McGuire as Jackie Kennedy
Ray Park as the super-killing machine Castro
Robin Williams (shown as more-professional speech-making Castro)
Chuck Norris as the one-of-two-man killing machine of the US special forces
Stephen Segal as the one-of-two-man killing machine of the US special forces
Jean Claude Van Dam as a Cuban Resistance fighter
Harry Melling as Khrushchev
Wesley Snipes thrown in for whatever
Jessica Simpson thrown in for window dressing
Paris Hilton as Marilyn Monroe

Sounds more a Police Squad movie ... where's Leslie Nielsen?

Ignorance

time was 1985. Yngwie Malmsteen was in the new rock CDs. With a name like that I never would have thought he was a rocker. He is a clever and inventive guitarist, much like Hendrix was. At that time I would have thought it was in the wrong place, deserving more to be with pan-flute fluff from Yani. I was at a mall, in Musicland playing an activision game when a kid came up next to me. I didn't care. I had recently bought a bag of small cookies from Original Cookie Co., and munched on a few while feverishly playing some simple game.

"Gimme cookie."
"Huh?"
"Gimme cookie", was the repeated statement. By this time I had looked at the boy who simply looked at me. I handed him one, though I was a little aghast. I was and am a suburbanite, knowing little of urban culture. I generally wouldn't have asked a stranger for anything, let alone commanded it. I guess, "gimme" means, "Please. I know you don't know who I am, but you have some extra. May I please have one of those, as you seem like a nice person and have more than one."

To further describe my ignorance: In middle school there was a boy who had, "a bad acid trip", so he was not in school for a long while. I thought that he was a junior chemist who had sadly spilled inobtainable strong acid on himself, burning and scarring himself. Where was my head -- not on drugs. Thankfully, it still isn't. Apart from alcohol, I have miraculously come through life drug free.

I was at a friends' house when a neighbor came over to introduce us to LCR. While playing, we were of course, talking. He mentioned that he only-recently heard of an urban legend of an injury due to stupidity. Apparently there was some sort of straw injury to the nose. I won't say any more, but was explained the term, "shrimping". To this day I wish I had been out of the room to be happy and ignorant about that. EWWWWW!
Scarred I am.

Terminator

Two of my brothers-in-law and I were talking about movies ... generally picking on them. Tony and I were discussing time travel -- and the inherent problems with making it into a concept where you could change the future. In our discussion, we talked about two more commonly referencable films: Back to the Future and Terminator. Terminator was, perhaps, more worthy of discussion.

At the end of it, Tony found he had a better appreciation for Terminator, in that the protagonist mother at the end is clearly describing Reece to her unborn son, to send that particular person back in time to "facilitate" the future ... i.e.: if you wanna live (be conceived) you gotta send back this guy. Thank goodness he wasn't a barbaric ass, eh?

It's good to talk about older movies ... BTW: Terminator, 1982
Are you old yet? I am.

"They are my people. I love them. Pull! [blam]!"
"It's good to be king."

How some people become carpenters

I have loose stool today.
I have hard stool today.
I'm taking something for a regular stool today.

Hey! I don't want to hear about stools unless you're building one out of wood.

How it works

As a sub, there are three similtaneous systems running seeking people for places. There is an internet service posting slots for filling. This is linked to a phone service that calls people about these same positions. The sub office itself receives calls and makes them, trying to fill places. This is all for substitute teaching.

How it fails:
I got a call today from the phone service ... answered it, "I'm sorry. The job I called you about is no longer available. Goodbye." Since the calls may start at 5:00 am (times available to call can be changed), being called only to find out that it isn't available, doesn't start you off to a good morning.
Internet service working, but phone not ... or phone working and internet not working.
Internet and phone are working, but don't show same offerings.
The internet is based on a database that may be out of date. Sometimes teachers shift from grade levels or to schools. I have found that sometimes, the listing is for the wrong grade. Why does that matter? Imagine going in to work with stuff for Kindergarten (often two half days), but instead, having 5th grade. Yes, this has happened. More often it is that the teacher shifted 1-2 grades or has changed to a "resource teacher" who doesn't have a room and has a hap-hazard schedule that is unclear.

Small smattering of statements

"I didn't fart today!" by Ana. Well, you can't fault someone from having goals.

"Yeah. He has three sisters; that's why he's gay." by Dave. I remarked to him that I have three sisters, and yet I am not gay. Am I then the exception or the rule?

"Add Clooney to resemble My Three Sons" by Tony. I sent what IMDb had on Indiana Jones 4 (yes, they're making it. Scary, huh?).

There was a student who chose an interesting nickname, and made that her name card on her desk, Queen B. I doubt that she understood the usual use of the demeaning term.

Now Entering Madness 6

in reflection of Boondocks ... I thought of this

What's worse than Family Guy?

Boondocks. I despise the comic -- the last time I read it was years ago. Now they have it on Cartoon Network. What's funny about Santa being visciously attacked by a pre-teen armed with a golf club?

Oh, wait ... I've got it now; absolutely nothing!

Wacky & Stupid

Hey! You lied to me. So did you. And you did too!

Luke in heaven confronts all the poeple he knew.

Navigator on a spice freighter? Don't they have computers for that? -- c/o Uncle Owen
Obi Wan has taught you well. Well, no he hasn't. I killed him early, then you couldn't do half the things the REAL jedi could do, let alone the Sith. Man! See what happens when a father isn't there to raise the child? -- c/o Vader / Ani
Yoda, you can't die. Twilight is upon me. Oh wait ... that's right. You'll see me later in an asteral form. Yeah ... not dying. You were right. -- c/o Yoda
Oh ... and Yoda didn't train me -- c/o Obi Wan
You're the best kisser. Hey! Give me a break. I knew there was something odd. Did you know we were related? I just remember images of my mother really. She was sad. Okay ... I never saw a picture of her. -- c/o Leia

Olympics 2006

I made an assignment for the kids to create a new Winter Olympic sport. Many of them didn't know ANY olympic sport. So sad! I did mention that there was nearly every conceivable skiing and skating event imaginable. I remember watching some olympics when I was young. Later, I grew quickly tired of it. With the mindblowing corruption of exchanging medals by the judges, I hope that they have a better criteria for judge selection this time and thereafter.

I personally like to watch Judo, but it's usually on at a time when I'm not awake or not around. I should just bring myself to tape it. I don't watch enough TV to warrant getting a TiVO.

Today finds me

at work again ... late call for a teacher who went into work ill. The class was okay ... bit squirrely after being off so long -- go figure.

He-who-shall-not-be-named is getting evicted due to noises and distrubances. My sister came in and told not too-unclear details of his exploits. He went into the G.P., M. D. to report problems and obsservations RE: V. D. His girlfriend apparently is adding to his collection. During this time, my mother was listening -- could take no more and left. My father has a soft spot for he-who-shall-not-be-named, and is blind-sided by that. I personally haven't like the thing in a long time.

He-who-shall-not-be-named has the nerve to berrate his mother (my sister) then ask -- more like, demand -- I want ... I gotta have ... I need ...

There really is open season on He-who-shall-not-be-named. Anyone without a more dilema concerning removal of decayed matter should contact me on this matter. If He-who-shall-not-be-named could be relocated to say ... Guatamala / Mongolia that would work just fine too.

My sister anticipates He-who-shall-not-be-named being arrested before she needs to find new housing for him. I hope that's true. It will be the beginning of a happier chapter for the family. All He-who-shall-not-be-named is destroy, damage and corrupt. It will be good to see He-who-shall-not-be-named gone away.

On a happier note: Charlie apparently misses me. I miss him as well. I hope to see him this week.
While at school I was also asked to work for another teacher on Thursday. That's great too.

When I tried to reach the teacher from today --- number is no longer in service / disconnected ... uh, oh! That's the number that the school had for the teacher.

My sister, bro-in-law and their two dogs are coming. Our adventure awaits.

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Starting off the Year with a Bang

Combined with wild screaming, the kids ran pell-mell through the cold firing silly string at midnight. Later, they all camped out for a "sleep over" -- sleep was not involved -- in that they were up well til 3 something. I got to hear it all -- lucky me. Jonny thought jumping downstairs would be fun. He smacked straight into the ceiling, nearly giving himself a concussion. That was the bang!

He-who-shall-not-be-named was brought over, much to my disdain. I didn't greet him. I'm glad we were out of there quickly.

Most of the fam went to second mass -- I didn't go to church. Wow! Since I don't regularly attend any church, that really isn't surprising. Most of them came back more weary than they left.
We found out the Jenny eats sauerkraut -- amazing and that the kids needed rest.

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Sickness and Wealth

Well, Christmas has been here. I put up some new photos from the quick gift unwrapping.

One sister is having a Grinch of a time with her [blank] son. I hope that she can get him on Social Security and end that chapter of everyone's lives.

aw hee - haugh - hee haw -- he haugh
know what I mean? Perhaps -- "phffittrrpptl" or what comes out of a arse! May God have mercy on his soul, for I have no mercy to offer him. I haven't liked that kid for a long, long time. Details, later!

Anyway ... family is here... pretty good time, overall. Happiness is where you find it / pursuit of it.

Love ya all! Happy New Year!

anchors

It's still scary. Mike suggested that the one calling the shots has a particular look and these ladies have the same make up artists / specialists.

Hoda

Rebecca Gomez

previously listed as Liz Camen * as per another site listed her as such

M.R. thank you for your correction

Susan McGinnis

Barnes & Noble

Ah ... getting a membership there has it's priveliges like:
Dear M.,
Why haven't you spent a ton of money with us recently? Here's a coupon good for 15% off A book. Here, great sales on books you and people you know won't read. Buy some over-priced CDs or DVDs.

This coupon expires in 5 days. You'll know, because we'll pester you until you use it. Buy from us now! The power of Barnes compells you! The power of Barnes compells you! [I'm supposed to stop leviatating in anger and drop down and sit at my computer and shop].

We'll mail you, email you, call your friends and have them invite you to Barnes and Noble. We will get your money. If nothing else, we'll take over one of your loans and get it that way.

Uh, people ... I'm just not buying right now. Is that okay?
No!

Buy, buy buy!!! If you don't spend money you don't have, the terrorists win.

ummm, I don't think so.

Scary sameness

Puppets. Do they look strangely similar? I liken it to either: identity preference or thematic ideas like Looker movie. All three are from CNN / HNN

Michele Mitchell

Erica Hill

Robin Meade

closing the chapter

Saying goodbye to Alejandra
10-year-old’s body will be flown to Mexico for funeral
By Amy Soper
asoper@news-sentinel.com
Sobs rose from St. Patrick’s Catholic Church as Emma Gutierrez leaned on the edge of the white casket where her daughter lay Monday morning.
For Gutierrez, it was her first close look at her daughter’s face since Alejandra disappeared Dec. 8. Today, Alejandra’s body is scheduled to be flown to Mexico, where a a funeral service will be held in her birth city of El Cuitzillo, Guanajuato.
Perhaps her mother was remembering seeing Alejandra walk west on Branning Avenue toward the bus stop at Calhoun Street. Perhaps she was remembering the playful screams her daughter made as she romped with younger children. Or perhaps she was remembering the 10-year-old’s dream to finish school and became a nurse or a teacher.
Alejandra’s dreams were cut short by tragedy. Police believe she was raped by Simon Rios and a juvenile before her strangled body was dumped in a Delaware County woods hours after her Dec. 8 abduction. Rios, who already is charged with killing his wife and three children Dec. 13, told authorities he and 17-year-old Juan Rosales abducted Alejandra in his van.
A funeral service for Rios’ wife, Ana Casas, and their three young daughters was held at St. Patrick’s more than a week ago. Whether Alejandra’s disappearance and death were connected to the slayings of Rios’ wife and children is still unknown.
For the Gutierrez’s neighbor, Donnie Foster, Alejandra’s abduction and death is a call to fight for change. The father of an 11-year-old girl, 9-year-old boy and 14-month-old girl, he is lobbying the school district to bring back use of code words. He said if someone tries to pick a child up and doesn’t know the code word, the child would know not to go with that person.
“We can’t see more children like that,” Foster said, pointing to Alejandra’s casket.
Friends, family and others shared their memories of “Alejandrita” and their sorrow as many showed their support for the Gutierrez family.
“I’m Hispanic and I know how close-knit the Hispanic community is,” said Elena Hess, who wiped tears from her eyes after paying her respects at the casket. “I felt it was my duty as a mother and a human being to come.”
Hess said she has a 3-year-old daughter and is saddened by the evil in the world.
Mimi Drewery doesn’t directly know the Gutierrez family, but her niece was a classmate of Alejandra’s.
“I don’t know them personally, but I know them from my heart,” Drewery said. “I belong to the Hispanic community, and she’s just like one of the family.”
Drewery said tragedies such as the recent deaths are unusual in the Hispanic community, which she admitted has its share of ups and downs. She said Alejandra’s death hit her niece hard.
“She knows (Alejandra’s) not coming back,” she said.
How you can help
Friends of the family have established a memorial fund to help pay for expenses connected with Alejandra Gutierrez’s funeral. Deposits can be made to the Alejandra Gutierrez Memorial Fund at any National City Bank branch in Indiana. The Gutierrez family will retain control of the money.
Express your condolences
To express your condolences, go to www.legacy.com/FortWayne, and click on Alejandra Gutierrez’s name.

Short day

My folks got a new fridge -- appliance 3 this year. It was not a good year for appliances.

I also went over to see Charlie and family. Ted was there and we talked a bit while Charlie was riding his new bike -- c/o Ted for Christmas. Apparently, he and Beth went in and dropped their collision coverage on their auto insurance. To their misfortune, 2 weeks later, a kid drove across many lanes and smashed into them, causing $2000 worth of damage. Thankfully, they were unhurt.
State Farm stated that since they didn't have collision coverage, they needed to pay 30% of the deductible -- $700 in their case. My advice, don't use State Farm Auto Insurance.

Mike's annual

Mike's party was a nice one this year. Sadly the gift that would have been entertaining was ... well, labeled wrong -- in that it was a box of controllers, but no game was included. Charlie was a bit put out. I showed him 3 Stooges, one of them anyway ... he appeared to like it.

Mike changed from his typical Peanuts Christmas special, to a mix of different material -- ending in Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

I did a shot this year, which I tend to avoid -- one shot of peppermint schnopps. Thankfully, Keith didn't pour many glasses of Jagger or something wicked like that.

The famous Tammy showed and spoke a while.
Lisa ... hold on to this ... fell asleep. I know, I know that's so unlike ... wait. That's typical.

Christmas funnies 2005

Jenny trips over chair -- uninjured, trying to reach phone call for Jessica. Winter Olympics are in February 2006, we have a good contender here.

A previously stomach-ill Angel still charges after gifts, opening 1 containing her dog bones and eats straight from the box ... throughout the day is foul-windish attic and basement. This caused some tension, as wherever she went -- the wind would surely follow.

Father, videographer extrodinaire, sets the camcorder on a chair during unwrapping, implying to me that it is on pause, but to no shock -- it was flimning its resting and odd angles.

Gary, Jenny's beau, came over to spend some time with us (sister's house). He's a nice kid -- I have high hopes for him. If I were to liken him to anyone facially, Mark Hamill -- younger years. He reported an odd presentation of a gift -- $400 in ones ... wadded up into a box. So to get the "million box, there are one million little boxes ... inside each of those boxes is a crisp, new one dollar bill" money, he had to unwadded it. He said he stopped at $200, then rested.

I can think of a nasty trick for my father, who is a prankster at times.
Traditions:

Father started a tradition of Santa leaving animal crackers (simple little boxes), wrapped in with the gifts. After decades of this, you are well capable of "sniffing them out". He asked for suggestions to better disguise them -- I suggested attaching balsom wood from a citrus crate onto them -- altering their shapes. Anyway -- I no longer eat them. So he has a new challenge: what to do about mine. What I remember them being:

flattened box: accidentally crushed by reindeer
emptied: Santa was especially hungry
opened: inside was a deformed cracker with a note detailing that it was a poo pile
this year: filled with something I do eat -- BBQ potato chips

I suppose that I will take with me all of these quirky, decades-old traditons and include them into the holidays.

Church happenings:
I attended candlelitght vigil, where near the closing candles are lit -- passing the flame to the next person. This is interesting only in the fact that I chose a snapped candle, but it worked just fine. My mother's was dim -- at best, so I tried to improve the flame. In doing so, the bottom holder fell under the seats. I got the flame better. Father handed his candle to Mum and went searching for the holder. All the while the pastor continued on his talk ... clink, clatter, clink ... he got it ... then it fell again (mind you that the lights were down) ... again retrieved ... (tra-la-la -- Captain Underpants is victorious and everything that is good and cottony is saved).

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Judo

Often pits persons of nearly the same weight against each other. Sometimes one is larger, but his opponent uses the weight difference against him. So is true in our next story:

My sister who "might" outweigh her Christmas tree positioned herself well for the conflict, conceding that Tom didn't shift it like he said he was going to. She was going to do it. She readied herself for the ensuing battle, but didn't react fast enough the the tree's cat-like reflexes.

She lunged, it teetered, swaying away from her grasp, then inexplicably, it surrendered, falling prostrate, with her victorious over her fir adversary. Only the tinkling of ornaments reminded us of the once mighty Christmas tree and its once-notable power.

At least that's the way she told it ... I couldn't believe it was simply falling into it, breaking it nearly in half trying to move it. By the way: sister, 4' 11", <105 pounds, versus 7' tree weighed by metal and trinkets and slashing branch weapons.