The culprits may be found here.
Noise, noise, noise. Digging, churning ... raising, lowering. Are they making progress .. who knows? I am tired of it though ... more than 8 hours and you're just screwin' around.
I now get little (seven) warnings about moving to safe sites. It makes my browsing impossible. I therefore now use Firefox, as has Monkeyjack, Cerpicio, and Ransackary.
It will be a day long remembered...
It has seen the end of Hillary (or Kerry) and shall soon see the end of the Democratic reliance.
When the voters get wind of this ...
voting has been eliminated
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now the counter-point
It appears that the Republicans have themselves a VP *. VP is hit viscously once, then again out of spite, while other Republicans who tried to enter who gunned down, dying but not dead.
*from Die Hard where the "RV" is a police SWAT tank that's blown apart vindictively with SAMs
Your sad devotion to the grand old party has not given you clairvoyance to the whereabouts of Bin Laden or key Al Qaida leaders or helped you conjure up rationale behind oil dependance ....
Gasp!
[Grand Old Party member choking life from distractor]
I find your lack of faith ... disturbing
- I know, order changed and things altered, but you got it, right?
Nope. I am slowly phasing into my non-teaching life. My new name on flickr isn't really a typo or a had-to because others have my name, but rather an interesting distinction that I have. I'm not a junior, but am a second, my Grandfather (father's father) got the name first. His passing 6 months before I was born gave rise to my getting the name I have.
Mid-life change, not crisis ... for I see that I will forever be frustrated in teaching capacity -- limits, paperwork, poorer pay, stress, though summers are off -- during the school year you pay. I loved teaching, and will likely never be as fulfilled with anything else, I need to leave and save myself from the fury from within
Teaching to mediocrity, challenging the poorer student (for whatever reasons), annoying to the less-challenged students. Laning, as it was called, is the way, but more urbanites would ultimately be in the lower (or any euphemism here) group ... not necessarily because of their intelligence.
The neighbors across the street got a worse deal. They don't have drive access. While the truck is here, it uses water from the hydant; the line of which crosses their drive, and other drives. That don't sound like too good of a deal for them, then.
I don't know. Somehow this doesn't seem like a good deal. If these numbers are right (8 straight hours of being in the same place), this looks like a bad deal for me. It was a bad call ... bad call.
The white truck has made many trips to who knows where ... probably for the jokers to scope women joggers, and do a circle &&&& to what they see, want, cannot have. There are probalby beer runs -- fast food runs, etc.
GWB has made some ... questionable decissions, leading to a slump in some ratings (inarguably lower than the year before) giving the Republicans a rough road for Presidential election 2008. The Democrats have tied anvils and anchors to themselves by use star "runners" as Hilary and other notable fools. Ultimately, the US has to pick between baffoon 1, baffoon 2, unelectable person from lesser party 1, unelectable person from lesser party 2, unelectable person from lesser party 3. Gee! I wonder why poll turnout is generally low. I'd like to think that the person for whom I'm voting has -- uh, a good group of advisors, is smart in her/his own right and isn't pandering to lobbyists and those who paid to get her/him in office. Gee ... thanks, KKK for donating yet again and for your lovely, noose and noose bordered manifesto. Great. I'll get right on that.
get better advisors and drop the attitude of "I don't want to hear anything negative"
I'm surrounded by ***holes! Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes --- sir!
Sir. We can positively prove that there are insurgents in the area.
Okay, where are they?
Uh, they're around.
Point out one.
They're there ... they're just difficult to spot. "earn more sessions by sleeving"
-- Global warming:
While the process is natural, clearly it has been changed in speed, dimensions and range of impact by industrial use and unlimited chemical changes. America makes fuel inefficient vehicles. Many areas have poor/stupid public transit systems, requiring most to drive. The Mississippi River is still ignitable due to chemical waste. Regardless what paid scientists write or say, global warming is worsened by lifestyles of the industrially careless. Petroleum exhaust damages the environment. To indicate otherwise is completely reckless and stupid. No scientist with a brain would see changes, understand chemistry, comprehend relationships would ever agree that the present state of ozone depletion was exculsively caused by natural phenomenon. How many volcano erruptions have we had? Now, if there were saw two extremely large global erruptions or many smaller ones, I would agree -- yes, that messed up the environment, but that hasn't happened fools!
I run a similar course to Lewis Black, but not nearly as profane blithering. My agenda is much like -- if you see 'duh's, you point out these things to the following sheep -- too unwilling to see and learn, better to stay the course with their category -- right, left; liberal, conservative; democrat, republican, etc. That is Kindergarten politics. Look, you can't have a yellow puppy! Why not? If I have only brown, yellow, black, you should of, course choose black or brown.
Cleverer still would be to incorporate a mix -- for looking at any natural thing, there is no stark ONE color, but a mix. The concept of no gray areas is false, stupid. Aren't there ambiguities? Isn't that the crux of manipulation, strategy for politics that enables them to hasten speed, through cleverness, not adhering to specific rules, regulations, laws [congress & senate being above standard protocol for investigation regardless of clear and verifiable deception, corruption and illegalites]
There cannot be true left, right, save the unshiftable ignorant deciding not to see reality staring him/her in the face, ironing their skin with intimidating breath, still ... "what hump?"
I don't like cardboard persons -- I am left, conservative, republican "I am Bender, please insert girder". I also don't like zealots -- "I don't care if he did kill 900 people, he still should be eligible for parole! I am against the death penalty!" Really, you live with him then! You house him, feed him, medically care for him!
Party values are a crock! The party seeks only two things, control (power) and money. Once they have control and power, they have money. That is the only thing that parties seek, ultimately. I am appalled by people not thinking and humdrumming along with their party's plans. Okay ... everyone scream this, then everyone vote that way ...NO READING!! NO THINING! I want mindless drones! If I wanted thinkers, we'd have computers for our constituents.
I suggest a new strategy, let the non-party people win. But no body worries about Republicans or Democrats. That's because they aren't know to rip people's arms out of their sockets when they don't win.
Humorist, stand up comic, John Pinette, funny, funny man. I remember about 6 years ago, he mentioned, "Hey! Have you seen this diet shakes they have? Oh, yah. I love 'em! (note that the shake is meant to replace a standard meal) I have a couple of those with pancakes, syrup, and hash browns."
His voice is like Emril with note notations, a half-octave higher than Emril. Anyway, funny, funny, man. If you get a chance to hear his stuff -- funny.
So I see this guy writing down notes near the truck, but there aren't any dials. He's just faking it, isn't he? He turns slightly so that I can see that he isn't doing anything of the sort, but rather, applying sauce on some sandwich. Yep! That's gotta be hard work, 15 mintues of solid moving levers, pushing butons, followed by wandering around. The trucks are doing it all. Ah, an industry where the entire staff could be replaced by robots. Hour number two and the workers are all circling the truck like they were working gawking at the athletic women running, jogging their day -- "Hey baby! I got a great city job! You look so fit (unlike myself) ..."
I think it would make sense to have the homeowners do it. It's not that tough. Park truck in inconvenient place. Raise ladder (lift), drop hose. Move miles of liner to wench and uncrease any areas. Start wench ... start pump, walk away. Process time 15 minutes.
I got a notice that the city and a subcontracted company actually doing the work, would be in the area installing a new non-digging system for improved septic/waste sewer systems. The comany requested that the area minimize our usage of toilets, showers, baths, dishwashers, washers on this day. Now, I guess it is luck or misfortune that this house is in the middle of the block ... the trucks favor this driveway over any other. I'm glad that there wasn't need for hospital or anything ... yikes!
This ladder was around 25-30' tall. The machine, thankfully was not as loud as a trash truck, but stayed for hours.The blue hose is not, indeed the liner, but the liner, miles of it, was in the white truck that was, in the morning, butted up against the pump truck, making moving out of the driveway -- impossible. Now, they have it moved to the neighbors, but wait .... what's that?
Nice place for gas there buddies! I'm sure the neighbor, good man, appreciates that wholly!
Anyway, perhaps I'll spend more time flushing to spite them when they're working elsewhere. The claim is that the mess would back into the home, but since they are using water like made, I suspect also that it might be difficult to properly trace whose water is being used ... ergo, water the lawn, wash your car ... the neighborhood cars, the house, the roof ... fill pools. Whose water was used --- prove it!
I was trying to organize my flickr pictures and tag them with the right words, I found that I marked each Paula picture with her new name, as she was dating Cerpicio at the time. How wonderful and ironic that it turned out so nicely.
Thanks you two for making my life easier ... oh, wait. You did it out of love, didn't you. Oh, well. It worked for me!
Shatner Se7en. The, "What's in the box" was not nearly as pathetic as Brad Pitt. After digesting this, I was left with ... hunh?
911 Shatner, T J Hooker Shatner, Captain Kirk Shatner
Where's Priceline.com Shatner, how about Iron Chef Shatner
Anyway, the Vic 20 ad was funnier -- crazy, man.
What was that?
I would like, what I saw to Stargate, Final Fantasy VII, Judge Dredd, and Matrix, mix in I Robot and Blade Runner and you ought to have a cheesy, but watchable movie, but what I saw was the albino-freak gay show of Matrix (met equally with lack-of acting and plot absence) with meaninglessness of Judge Dredd with equal acting, and Stargate's theme of outer space bird-headed humanoids with commonplace aliens and drug use, complete with "You are to impregnate her. Are you willing? I see that I chose the right person".
What was that flying turd? The crap hit the fan there. Sadly, I was on the receiving end of it. I think the title was Immortal, but I'm not sure.
http://www.eweek.com/article2/0,1895,1974911,00.asp
MS Big Brother article, courtesy of Eweek, nothing shocking. Thanks JF (brother-in-law) for sharing. He's bigger, would that be big brother-in-law?
spend more on fireworks, cigarettes, or alcohol than you do on food --- you might be a Bumpis*
If you use fireworks more often than your grill, you might be a Bumpis, if you shoot a shotgun in celebration or defeat equally often, you might be a Bumpis; if you have more children than digits, you might be a Bumpis
I leave near Bumpis famiies. I think I need to move.
* Bumpis family from Christmas Story, with 99 dogs.
I am 82% sure/committed on the switching vocations. I wouldn't mind, at some time, being in a position to correct what's ailing it, but I think financially I must move on. There are 401Ks, better than the 403K I have now. There are real salaries, but at the cost of not liking it as well, but I shall take it.
Photography will always be a hobby, as it is too competetive to be financially gainful for me. I will simply drop this for something else and remember all that I have experienced and learned.
I think I'll try marketing.
I have actually changed my opinion on a topic -- not so major, but a rarity to be sure. I used to write and speak about not legalizing marijuanna, but after mulling it over, considering everything I have reversed my opinion.
As a preface I must state that I haven't ever done it and likely won't ever ... apart from alcohol, life-time drug-free, though I carry the burdon of many other sinful activities.
Since cigarette use is being more heavily controlled , I see that now, with restrictions, marijuanna should be legalized. Specifically, the dangers of the true drug are no greater than the combined effects and dangers of alcohol and tobacco combined (actually less so), but each is controlled with warning labels. The government could grow it (smart idea) or allow anyone to grow it exclusively. The cost would go down, criminal activity would change, but be slightly reduced.
Conditions on operating machinery and vehicles would be as punative as alcohol, as well as work-related accidents all would fairly well match alcohol. Also, drug screening for at work use would have to be improved to target "time of use" as apposed to simple use.
Public areas, including parks, could/should be smoke-free anyway. Basically, a public ban on smoking in public places, but home use would be unrestricted.
Another provision should be that underage person exposed, who develop problems or come to school high on the basis of regional/environmental effects would be removed from the home pending investigation, followed by charges being filed for delinquency of minor(s). If adults serve alcohol to children, this charge applies, so true to marijuanna. Smoke, filling empty space (so to speak of minds) is more difficult to seal in a room. Therefore, it would be more likely that persons would have to find some part of their property where smoke can be contained (garage, basement, whatever), considering lawyers' would-be attempt to tag persons with deliquency from a couple of yards away.
Alcohol is taxed, tobacco taxed ... so should marijuanna, which would lead to charges of tax evasion for those not paying taxes on crops grown. Those guilty could have property seized and imprissoned as would any serious tax-evader.
The first decade, enforcing public dissue would be a nightmare, but worth the end -- fewer repeat criminals in jail/prison, and fewer $ millions/billions wasted in prosectuion and law enforcement.
Could my creativity be related to madness? I dare hope not, for last night, while happy -- resurgance of sanity, like a shower temporarily flushing away a day's worth of sweat, dirt, filth -- I sat staring at a blank paper not able to come up with more than 30% of an idea ... more than on the tip of my tongue, but more like:
A guy walks into a bathtub with a duck and a rabbit ...
and there it stops. I generally don't think of jokes like this, but my mind is usually a torrant of ideas, some complete and some bits, pieces, still needing care and assembly.
So the top strip claims for that which truly needs to stay fresh ... produce; no, liquid; no, what else, but dry bread ... aka croutons. I suppose they could go stale, but freshness on old bread ... come on!
I am losing my sense of taste, I'm afraid, or perhaps my response and perception is slower, but .. my sense of smell is improving ... and yikes! I now have, tragically, shark-like sense for cigarette smoke, which I detest. Of all the things to smell so well, clearly ... bleck! How gross! I think I'd rather smell four day-old dead roadkill than cigarette. Cigarette smoke also worsens/activates my allergies -- sinus compression, bronchial tightening -- not asthma, but uncomfortable.
So there I was ... they were surrounding me. I had no choice but to defend myself. Here, a security camera shot this with gore plainly on my face from the zombie fight I fought for hours. It was them, my chainsaw and shotgun.
The man with the boomstick makes the rules!
Despite the zombie efforts, I was not dead before dawn, and was not one of them!
-- for clarification, this isn't me, isn't from a horror movie, but is comical. Thanks Ransackery!
Now ... with all of the "problems" she had with the filming, she didn't stop filming did she?
"They have very long ...", as Alba stated. Perhaps there was something else that this article didn't cover, like why they were persuing her. During dolphin mating, they mate underwater after, only after, battling for attention of one mate, but not exclusive to procreative mating -- as dolphins reportedly mate irrespective of procreative potential (thought exclusive of humans). They also use their "extra appendenges" in generalized play, and heirarchial pack battles, like wolves, but less on teeth on claws, more on flippers and "members"
Anyway ... how much of that could people see, if family and friends were taunting her with dolphin sounds?
Hey! Did I want this? No, I didn't ask for it and I can't give it back! Ruddy jerks!
Yeah ... it's convenient for me ... not. I have MS installed with the computer's purchase. Would I ever be interested in verifying that it was a legitimate version .. heck no!
$220 million
1. $450,000 to Indianapolis firm to "convince" this city to accept tax hike/bill for renovations
2. $50,000 for person who hired Indianapolis firm
3. $200+ million to update, remodel --> efficiency, many local schools
The Indy company was contracted for "political coverage". You're just making things up ... aren't you?
No. Just because I don't know what it means, doesn't mean I'm lying.
BTW: America's Greatest is some sort of snack shop, but the irony is great!
America's Greatest Women's Restroom
priceless, funny
Located in FW, Indiana
I bought a program, mp3 splitter, but it doesn't work. I wrote the author hoping to start a Fargo Trucoat conversation. In case you missed it...
- Yah, but that TruCoat...
- I said I didn't want any TruCoat.
Yah, but I'm saying, that TruCoat, youdon't get it, you get oxidation problems...
You're sitting there talking in circleslike we didn't go over this already.
Yeah, but this TruCoat...
We had a deal for $ .
Darned if you didn't tell me you'd get methis car without the sealant for $ .
All right, I'm not saying I didn't.
You called me and said you had it.
"Ready to make delivery" you says. And here you are and you'rewasting my time and my wife's time. And I'm paying $ for this vehicle here.
All right. I'll talk to my boss. See, they install that TruCoatat the factory. There's nothing we can do. But I'll talk to my boss.
These guys here. These guys. It's always the same. It's always more.
You going to the Gophers on Sunday?
Oh, you betcha.
You wouldn't have an extra ticket?
You kiddin'?
Well. He's never done this before, but seein' asit's special circumstances an' all, he says I can knock $ off that TruCoat.
One hundred? You lied to me, Mr Lundegaard. You're a bald-faced liar.
Bucky, please.
A... fucking liar.
Bucky, please.
Where's my goddamn chequebook? Let's get this over with.
Where is it?
Pixar short was good --- with the perfect character looks, especially of the little girl -- well-wisher
After the movie -- Charlie was actively playing with his Lightning McQueen (not Steve McQueen) to the delight of others who didn't have one. He pulled back the gears and let it fly off surfaces and crash thousands of times. Not only did he like this, but his sporatic audiences of children -- wathcing gleefully the antics of Car of Hazard. Some wanted to play with the car as well, but Charlie was less obliging, but noted to us all that one child (boy) returned it to him, say, "Here's [your car]. There.", which Charlie imitated.
The friends with whom I saw the movie would contend otherwise, but I would rank it as, okay. It had "Hell" in it, though quickly stated, moderately muted tone ... no too bad, but mixed with 25 minutes of adult reasoning scenes, boring to kids --- I think that the pre-release should have been shown to kids to gauge target audience attention and interest. While the rolling back through time was neat for adults -- boring for kids ... the neon lights like Vegas, would likely be lost on kids, as well as V8 cafe
Cardboard stereotypes weren't bad, as they weren't belittled, but made for a simplistic view of the persons/characters for each store, though little is known about the firetruck, apart from quick-to-cry, sheltered, quiet, never speaking -- acting only in concert with others.
Monsters, Inc. rocked, Cars, rolled along too slowly sometimes.
Monkeyjack's dogs were loose ... in manner and in location. They ran rampant, chewing whenever they could, whatever they could. In the few moments when they were apart, they were a little settled, echo lied down, interestingly on a toy
lying down ... slowly, slowly, [squeak] down.
Your dog squeaks?
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That would explain why his sister wants to chew him all the time --- ears, tail ... legs --- where's the noise maker?
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the above shot is taken during "training", to which Echo is taking very fast, well.
I read that Dave got his camera with butt pictures and Monkeyjack got butt pictures. I wasn't aware that I was part of this "game". Butts -- and those taken were either out of focus or ... well, not butts that fascinated me.
The light import was Bitburger, at $9 a pitcher -- rip off. The food, however, was a good price. MR referred to the German potatoe salad as bacon flavor with mild vinegar and bacon (yes -- lots of bacon flavor). The music was medium level, while the crowd was loud. The parking was annoying, but MR and I lucked out and got a place in the nearest lot. Interestingly, perhaps before MR sent a pic message to them, Cerpicio and Paula, Monkeyjack and Charlie, and even Jeffy and kids were there. We called it an early evening and watched an episode of DS9
[adult text area]
The episode implied vigorous -- injurous sexual behavior of Klingons. Apparently, they felt that merciless brutality was integral with sexuality.
for twenty minutes I spent midway between sleep and conciousness: foolishly I tried to develop this to think and understand. I am not yet accomplished, but am a little better at this messy phase of remembering dreams, still vaguely aware of the surroundings.
I dreamt of walking in a lake, the shallows wonderfully weedy with tiny marks on the submerged leafs, frogs eggs, hints of fish -- thinking of life abounding, then
muted blue sky (partially remembering a poor picture I took with a camera; part of the roof making not a square shape but rather a rounded trapezoid) with a yellow dandelion next to a seeded fluffy, white puff dandelion; then
songs indistinct, floods of rainbow colors (not rainbows), then
my hands manipulating something ... control; then
voices, then
smells of summer, the lake -- knowing that there was an all-wooden pier next to me, a metal rowboat there too
I was supposed to do something
asleep
wake -- wondering what? How long was I asleep -- 12 minutes.
At this same time, I was aware that I was resting, lying on my back -- on bed, blue walls, dark room, I hadn't dressed for bed, instead wearing jeans and shirt smelling slightly of smoke due to a person who chose a conversation with me was a smoker -- I knew I was free thinking -- dreaming, yet could rationalize/reason ... why would I ever smoke pot if this is how my mind works -- madness, dwelling in bizarre random images, only slightly in my control, more just experiencing a carnival booth ride (closed trailer with parnoramic screen and moving seats)
I'm thankful that it wasn't interactive with bladder dreams and water spills -- eww!
"I took the harder path" says the sinner, bandit Good, Bad, and the Ugly
No so -- as you willingly put yourself in subordiantion to your desire and momentary passions, it is easier, as you make no decissions at all, but rather allow the "passions" drive you onward -- beast of burdon, ass really, to the selfish anger or id.
Later still, having no will, you wonder why your life is now hard, as you have enslaved yourself, incapable of freedom for you savor your delegation to the other -- the sinful path you choose.
Gosh -- preachy, huh?
Anyway, I was thinking that haven been given choices often, I can see where I took blame as I didn't allow my passions to overcome me, and found waste where I took no active role when following my passions. The path lies between -- unmotivated passionless person or passionate, reckless, irresponsible person -- well better to stay clear.
the last time I played poker for money, I should have played it like Origami --- so many folds that you protect yourself. Instead, I entered into a desert isle ... no bluffs to be seen or found. Serious or unintimidatable. On some occasions, high-low games (highest and lowest split the pot) I placed first, but most often third -- invester getting not benefits.
Sad that a person's death leads to joy in others ...
Abu Musab al-Zarqawi killed. Like Cerpicio, I strongly believe that within moments, the head of destruction will be replaced. When the mob is altered with the don killed or imprissoned, the mob doesn't collapse, but another head emerges. So true with most organizations.
I was reminded yesterday of a person with whom I briefly worked who was a sociopath. It is indeed rare to finally indetify one, as their ability to convincingly lie is years/decades in development and mastery. I was younger, perhaps more naive', but his tales fooled many people, including at least three women, with whom he sired children. Sociopaths don't raise kids. Strangely, at nearly the same time of his being there, then leaving not to be seen again, I was reading a book on Arthur Shawcross; a fairly convincing liar and near-sociopath. I used to read true crime books.
I thought the author went too far in covering the defense lawyer's attempts and successes in blaming not the client, but rather cirumstances surrounding the client -- anything but guilt. In the end, the lawyer got him tested as being a double-Y person; yet he exhibited less than half of the symptoms. His planning and methodical nature and liar, belied the underscoring of double-Y syndrome, including no dynamic sterility, size differentiation, but did show sub-par cognitive development, impulsivity, environmental (self-reported --> little reliability) intolerances. This being the case, one would wonder why he would trek across a field in winter to defile and mutilate a long-since deceased victim. Reportedly, from this liar, he consumed parts, generally genitalia, from victims -- nine prostitutes. His early child victims supposedly suffered no significant post mortem damage from him, except for minor abrasions and cuts from his hiding of the bodies.
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Back to the sociopath with whom I spoke. To augment others' estimation of him, he was a combat veteran who had slain a few people in the army, never divluging information useful to verify it ... convenient. In his glorified, self-improtance, he corrected me in my assumption of sniper rifle usage. While I was there, he seduced (like it would take much effort) a fifteen or sixteen year old worker there. The parents weren't too happy with the involvement of their daughter with him, but since he was the father -- he was "brought in".
Later, when his callous nature was better revealed, they found, through P I s that he was not in the military, nor had any real long-standing job, that he was older than he reported and that nearly everything that he spoke was a lie. I think they got little to no money from the notorious S O B.
I found him to be engaging and putting on aires of intellectuality, but he was cunning only -- not smart. His charisma carried him where is intelligence could not. It was a learning experience.
Bad motivations lead to weird ideas. Pets that live for only one to three years with programmed personality types. I geuss the makers didn't ever the end of the sci fi movies on which their ideas are based. I think that the super high-end technologies in sci-fi films generally lead the dietyman to ultimate suffering, usually taking out a couple of support cast and unknown extras in the process. I'll make a ninety-foot scorpion tarantula so that it produces lots of spider silk and venom for anti-venom serum and hey ...
it's escaped and can't be reasoned with, then the population of town A is utterly destroyed, some mutated (for a sequel) and it is finally destroyed by the love of a woman, whose role in the mole is really unknown.
Anyway ... Go there, read, be amazed, wonder if the US will really allow the sale of the bio-engineered pets. Yikes, no more sea monkeys.
Kill them on the spot! What is the purpose in tracking them down to hold them, pay for their court hearing, trial, defense, incarceration, appealing ... in all appalling. I'd say it is now criminal season.
Step one: know criminal
Cerpicio interjects> Um...please define "criminal." Shoplifter? Speeder? Under-aged drinker?
[response]: the example given (link) was child rapist killer abductor. Let us at least start there.
Step two: find criminal
Step three: kill criminal
leave criminal lie dead or dying
I frankly don't care if an old nun driving a Vatican van runs over him or if a circular saw woker hacks off a leg, whereupon the criminal bleeds to death. The manner and haste of his death is immaterial. Criminals should die, fast or slow, just die. The dead tend not to commit crimes.
a student graduating from middle school has the name of Eric Cartman. He wasn't heavy, but the burden of his name is. Sad turn of events. Had it not been for the rude cartoon, this common and real name would not have risen any eyebrows when announced.
has contributed to my weight. Also, I blog too much
not to be confused with Beavis', "I poop too much" -- from Do America
Indiana has repealed its idiotic law prohibiting explosive fireworks. I'm not in favor of blanket immunity, but neighboring states were, for decades, getting money from Indiana residents who traveled there to get sophisticated bang bangs. The yahoo idiots nearby, surely have high explosive works that they light and watch while guzzling local cheapo beers like Bud (and its kin), Miller (and its kin), and even more repulsive beers like Pabst, Old Style, etc.
Fat, drunk, stupid, jobless, helpless, hopeless ... is no way to go through life (hiccup, burp).
I'll check on fire clauses on the house insurance, as this year it might be wise to reanalyze the full scale of it.
to summarize ... is it real or National Equirer? Purchasable cloned hybrid new species with genetically programmed lifespan. Uh ... I'm still betting on bul____, but it wouldn't shock me to find that it was in the works.
Motivational songs, lyrics, poems. During a graduation ceremony, they awarded students with 11.0 or higher for 3 years in middle school a special award in reocognition of a teacher who passed awy in 1999. Ultimately, with the theme of 11.0 or higher, grades are what are important to that. My motivation, Iron Maiden, Die with Your Boots On. Why such a song -- well, if you're going to die -- die fighting, prepared, putting your best efforts in your last breath. I'm not saying that you should want to exit Earth early, but if you fight to live -- achieve, you're more likely to be happier.
I get to experience this many times over this year ... neices and a nephew are graduating this year from high school and middle school (2 each).
I attended a neice's middle school graduation and when they passed it all out at the end, each student got a box. I was thinking in my head, "what's in the box?" (Brad Pitt voice here)
There is no grand philosphy statement with such a grand opening, but rather that when you offer bird seed, you'll get critters that eat seed, like birds, squirrels, chipmunks (burrowing critters that ruin cememt walkways) and critters that feed upon them, and so on. There are birds here and I see a large population of robins. On occasion, you get a chance to see little babies. I will post a picture soon of the little heads, mouths agape at the nest. The mother is none-to-keen on observers of the nest. I expect white mess on me for my efforts.
Where the seed is, there are chipmunks -- three presently, with two already sent to a river home -- over the bridge and to a park near the river. They are away -- away. It appeared that I might have sent one each male and female. No sexism intended, but it's better to send a female -- as they are the bearers and caretakers of the litter/brood.
Neighbors next door have two children growing fast -- well, normal, but they seem to be growing fast. Daughter (to maintain anonymity) talks little to me, be greets me well and giggles and laughs to unspoken jokes. She's sweet! Son (also nameless here) speaks more, but his language is weaker as he is younger than the daughter.
I have included this sign with its intentional humor. "Eat here and get gas"
I missed the chance to photograph the other side, as I was driving and passengers might wonder why I stopped to shoot the sign along US 28 in Central Indiana; "Stop Drop Roll". Yeah. I'm on fire, driving down the highway, wondering what I should do. Thank goodness there's a sign there to help my situation!
The characters are always drinking, be it alcohol or coffe, but no one ... no one drinks water!
A character in the show, almost always drinking had significant cosmetic surgery and becmae blind -- you'd think from the drinking, but no -- from reading. What sort of values is the show trying to impress? I now know why it is considered fiction
Actually, a this point, it doesn't matter if it comes from a wand, incantation or magic beans. We have had lots, lots, lots, lots, lots of rain. Now. If I were an enterprising man, seeking to extort money from the desperate, like homeowners who want their lawns cut low, I could rake in tons of money. Until the monsoon season ends, wet we shall be. My car, with windows down, was bathed internally while I was away. Lovely, simply lovely.
In my experience, I have had a chance to review education, as typtified by a middle-sized city and the quarks and limitations set by law, regionally, locally, federally.
Ultimately, with some effort you can see the gulf (like that of Mexico) between continents. While it is shorter/smaller than either ocean, it is a long way. You seek to find a way to get from Florida to Buenos Aires, but you haven't a paddle. So this is typical education. There are meetings, ideas and wonderful ideas on crossing the gulf on floatila without a paddle, a modern enginless boat without a paddle; outsourcing the hand water stroking to another person (country or privatized company), but nothing has worked.
Realistically, all the theories still resolve nothing because of a lack of innovation and the funds to carry out real education for all. No, not just throwing money at it, but without funidng, it dies.
More analogies: You're in Florida and need to get to Buenos Aires. You can't walk on water. You are now without paddles. You could spend $20 on paddles, then rent/make a boat and cross the gulf in a course of a month, with aid brought to you by chance passersby. A cleverer way would be to load up everyone on a plane and take off across the gulf and land, but it's costly and carries only a few persons (tens-hundreds) at a time. You could bypass the gulf, go through Central then parts of South America to get there -- still time consuming. You could charter a cruise liner and haul many people there in a few days.
I think the plan to build a bridge -- "bridging the gulf" (of achievement) is an idea that could not work the way it is now.
1. Can everyone, does everyone need to go to Buenos Aires?
2. Hauling people there, having them changed little for their journey -- except for poorer and fatter, but none the richer seems a poor choice too
3. Forcing each person to row their way there seems too cruel, so ...
Option 4
Assist only as needed, like a marathon. The runners are running to a goal, for their own reasons, finishing where they can. Not every runner finishes, and ultimately only a few finish within the top, and there is someone who finishes faster, because of training, because of natural abilities. Others, who tried are none-the-worse for their efforts. Their names are unknown, but they have tried and accomplished something others can't, won't and don't. They have finished what they could, assisted as needed on their run, by drink tables, snack talbes, medical aids, but not one person picked up a racer and forced them to run further. They ran because they chose to run.
A cold hard fact is: if you don't run, you achieve nothing. It doesn't matter if you aren't the fastest, aren't the strongest, or have the greatest stamina or best timing with your stride. There are one-legged runners who perform, and perform better than two-legged runners. There are deaf runners, blind runners -- these don't stop them from trying. You lose if you don't try. No gain nothing, are spared "defeat" only in that you didn't run, now left to only wonder -- to watch it from the side. There is no glory, no free drinks, snacks, no crowds to cheer you, despite the fact that you're in last place -- cheered on to finish, just as the final winner.
To get education to each person, money is needed.
1. to assist, only when needed
2. to provide anything that the person could no otherwise obtain
3. support, so that when the person tires and cannot legitimately finish, then they aren't shamed into a closet
4. each person knows that not working, weakens the self
5. while the participant's goal may not be Buenos Aires, but simple the Keys, they are supported to get there too.
6. some obstacles (parents, peers, commmunity) would be extricated for better success for all
or whether or not, looks grim this year with weather. It appears it is the high of the 8-year cycle of local rain. Around four years from now, 2010/11 we will have the driest summer. It is now, wet, wet, wet, monsoon season here, and I'd rather see that long-forgotten yellow ball in the sky known as the sun.
Germanfest will run with a canopy over the party, but still -- hot, humid air makes for bitter people, regardless the fun of the event.
My father was three quarters German, my Mum was around half German, making me mostly German, however born in America, fourth generation born American.
1. Three Little Birds - Sean Paul/Ziggy Marley
2. Car Wash - Christina Aguilera/Missy Elliott
3. Good Foot - Justin Timberlake/Timbaland
4. Secret Love - JoJo
5. Lies & Rumors - D12
6. Got To Be Real - Mary J. Blige/Will Smith
7. Can't Wait - Avant
8. Gold Digger - Ludacris/Lil' Fate/Bobby V
9. Get It Together - India Arie
10. We Went As Far As We Felt Like Going - Pussy Cat Dolls
11. Digits - Fan 3
12. Sweet Kind of Life - Cheryl Lynn
13. Some of My Best Friends Are Sharks - Hans Zimmer
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Now then, we have Gold Digger, in a kid's movie. "but she ain't dealin' wit no broke ___ggers" -- yes! That's what I want my kid singing!
Some people just need to be shot with reality before they truly embrace it. If you have to have someone tell you the obvious, you ought to step aside for a while and learn, right?
why would you watch a video based on good fiction, bad logic.
I'll write a book on changing your perspective on rods, cones, and color structure as defined by centuries of manipulation of the perceived. What if there weren't just three primary colors, but rather five and that your whole understanding of color in all things was based on a simplistic view, much like a lie? Wow! That sounds great ... does it survive reality ...
[shake, shake, shake]
'my sources say no'
Sorry, even magic eight ball (10 sided die within blue gel, inside an 8-ball shape finds it to be smelly like septic.
If your attempt is to claim -- based on data, logical, inspired ... well, so is polytheism, to which I do not subscribe. It's as reasonable as souls bound to inanimate objects like stones, rocks, living trees, irises
"You have a greater chance of animating this scapel than repairing a nervous system"
about Yahoo -- despite its name, I'll not "yahoo", for its limitations I see outweigh its 'virtues', like the pics being unavailable for full size rendering, but for print, acquired through Target. I think that stinks. My cousin, who uses Yahoo, made available to us the pics from a reunion, but I couldn't view them as large photos -- each being 30-50 K size only. The pics I loaded were 700K - 2 Meg, free to download, but slow to do pic by pic.
Yahoo needs some fixing with true users
1300 photos in 4 days ... not a single print, yet the pics -- for what they're worth, are mine. It can, at max, take 2.5 frames per second -- fast, movie-like speed.
I'm now excited about buying more crap for it -- flash, other lenses; you'd think that the camera was a lover -- to please and to placate it's wants for tokens of love. I'd like to completely replace my old camera, for which I had a nice 90-300 zoom. That was necessary for timid animals like deer, well weary of humans.
"My wife. I think I'll keep her."
schools are typically not air conditioned. Where I was today was, but it wasn't running in the morning and barely moved air. I expect the kids to be puking in the afternoon tomorrow if the AC is again, not used correctly.
What's odd is that the summer school begins days after the school year ends, and at 7:15 in the morning. There will be some cranky kids, to be sure. What were the developers thinking? I'll guess that they weren't thinking, or expereinced whatsoever.
We followed Jack there, who was the only one who surely knew the route.
Take route 8 to this road, then on for 2 miles on a rustic road to a T intersecetion, there, left to another hidden road then right to a dark forest ... then at the gravel drive, proceed with caution ... potholes galore! After a while you reach a hunting lodge ... there you are.
It was a nice place. I had never seen a lodge before -- bar there with seating areas and beer cooler ... orange clay pigeons -- volleyball net, odds and ends. It was neat, but neater with the people there. My cousins' children, I could hardly recognize as they had changed so much!
Family rides the incline -- pricy. It was on top of a hill, obviously, and there were few places to park. Parking: $8. I think we were robbed there. Somewhere in the mix of pictures are indistinct wild turkeys near the railroad tracks ... 2 blocks from the river. I think the view was worth $5 .. parking, not so much.
check out other photos on flickr pictures.
Several bags ... change of participants. The locations have stayed the same, though traveling in downtown Pittsburgh, PA to get to incline might be a challange. I doubt where we will stop will have free wi-fi (note Monkeyjack's ill experience with reports of free wi-fi).
End ...
Animal house: Flounder approaches a table where people are playing poker ...
"Are you guys playing cards?"
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More often than not ... I get similar questions that I meet with looks of ill-mood for their randomness or stupidity
I'll just make this as easy to find as the money in Fargo -- along some post on a few-mile fence, in winter.
stupid birds flying all around
into the window, from the ground
marks on the window, feather adhere
why fly into windows, utterly queer
As of late, one would think that the J Witnesses would be pestering the hoods, with all of the knocks I get. Also: others who visit, lack etiquette, ring the bell repeatedly, like pushing the elevator button to get the car there faster. Hey ... if you are trying to make an impression -- don't start by ticking off the occupant.
attempts to start fire -- futile. A firefighter who can't start a bonfire -- how funny!
Gee. What's my Delta House name?
For now on, you will be called, "Denty"
Why? Oh, stupid question.
Neighbor today backed into my car and sheered off the mirror. It is now back into place, but the car has a couple of new dents -- not that they stand out from the others.
Oh, I did, in my haste and not well drying -- not drying my hands. It went into vibrate mood and I had to yank the battery. Later I found that's what they reccomend, really? I called the phone company, and since I didn't have insurance on the phone, I'm likely out if it doesn't work after drying. I don't have high hopes.
After talking with the rep, I was left with the impression ... (think of the joke of a person being bitten by a rattlesnake in a bad area), "What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said you're going to die" (said the "friend" not wishing to suck the poison out of the area)
Apparently my sister thinks so, with this odd magnet that was attached to my birthday card, some time ago.
I think I'll keep it!
