Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Monday, August 14, 2006
sleep aid
The box didn't include possible side effects like, ineffectiveness, grogginess, stomach cramping and working solidly for only 2 hours, thereafter in a hazy restlessness. I'll mark that next to tylenol pm as really, quite ineffective. Six beers+ are more likely to make me rest than this stuff!.
+ after body uses up the sugars in a fury of mental activity going nowhere and some limited hyperactivity.
If I could only get some quality sleep.
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Where I'll be on the 24th
My mother will have surgery, and quite frankly, she's not a good surgery risk or a good patient. She'll reside here and at rehab for several weeks.
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350 pound operetta
I was at the grocery store today. For shopping music they had, "Endless Love" title song from the movie. What was strange was seeing a 350 pound (or greater) man wandering around shopping, whistling the tune. Now, my first thought was, "how strange", then my mind wandered.
Was his having endless love for food -- his shopping cart bursting with piles of food including whole milk. Look, dude, try skim. Was he trying to gain attention by knowing the tune or such a love-struck tune? Any way you slice it + you're left with an odd picture and scene in your mind.
+cliche, also KISS song.
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Smoking
Why?
Because you smoke balogna pony and follow it up with playing the skin flute.
Do you know how I know you're gay? You smoke after sex.
Do you know why you're gay? You watch gay movies.
Do you know how I know you're gay? You're going to go buy cigarettes and watch a gay movie because you saw this pic.
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Time to buy a gun
I think I'll get a shotgun considering the ease of this. Yikes! I'll have to just wait til they enter, shoot them. Since law prevents you from booby trapping your house, I guess it's get a gun or gun or get a tiger to protect family and home.
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Sunday, August 13, 2006
Here, waste more of my time
Drive like mad, drive like crazy. It's no Vilgilante 8 or Burnout, but it will certainly entertain. Lego racing.
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programming and commercials making your smarter
Unlike the intent of dumbing down viewers, television has the potential for helping people improve their memory. TV has so many commercials that viewers either have TiVo and don't watch them or watch one channel until commercials, then turn to at least one other channel to avoid commercials. In this way, they remember what's going on in two or three different shows. I mute commercials or watch something else. TNT is notorious for losing my interest so much so that I flat out don't retun to the channel because of the 5- 7 minutes of commericals followed by 2 minutes of show, etc.
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nothing required
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Great balls of fire!
You might be up all night, but when it comes to a finish -- burning love takes on a whole new meaning.
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Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme
"Hello, my name is Jean-Claude Van Damme. I killed this genre. Prepare to die."
....
Steven Segal in, "Above Dignity"
Steven Segal in, "Belly of the Bastard"
Steven Segal in, "Out For Money (sequel to Out of Money)"
Steven Segal in, "Overplayed"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Three Men and a Little Ladee"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Mulletproof Punk"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Universally Bad Movie 3"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Thaiborg (exercise video)"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Bad Acting Warrant"
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "How I Succeded in Acting Without Even Trying"
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "How to Murder Your Wife"; guest appearance by Robert Blake
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Clueless in Utah"
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Anger misManagement"; written and directed by Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme; edited by Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme; running time 75 seconds.
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What you won't be getting
You're looking at the job wishin' you could work there, but you're stitin' jobless at home like Poindexter.
Thanks for advertising this job after it's done. That's one more job you won't be getting.
+ thanks to Young MC for inspiration
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Tasting these twice (new dialogue on old strip)
Flash instinctively hunts for food. Sadly, he chooses people. His good friend the doctor reminds him that they packed for for the trip.
What's a man doing with a compact?
Character becomes suicidal. He wanted to be an actor, but instead landed a role in a B sci-fi series, likely later to be cast in B horror movies.
Ring the doorbell and run!
Security is already drunk when the good guys try to sneak past. The security is on a 72-hour workday and bender.
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
swimsuit wedgie
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labeling my house
Well, it isn't my house and I shouldn't keep explosives, but if I did ... this would be the way to go. That way, in case anyone wanted TNT, dynamite, gasoline, dry gun powder or anything like that, it would be there. I keep it tucked away in the woods. Certainly nothing could go wrong.
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pardom me now, while I pee me pants with laughter
by Al Yankovic
Lyrics:
I don't have a library card
But do you mind if I check you out?
I like your skeletal structure, baby
You're an ectomorph, no doubt
Your face is real symmetrical
And your nostils are so nice
I wish that I was cross-eyed, girl
So I could see you twice
Girl, you smell like Fritos
That's why I'm giving you this hungry stare
You're so hot, you're gonna melt
The elastic in my underwear
I'll bet you're magically delicious
Like a bowl of Lucky Charms
You'd look like Venus de Milo
If I just cut off your arms
What I'm tryin' to say is ...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now, I need somebody to love
Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Do you believe in love at first sight
Or should I walk by again?
My love for you'd like diarrhea
I just can't hold it in
Stop, drop and roll now
'Cause baby, you're on fire
I'll bet your outfit
Makes a lot of noise in the drier
You're absolutely perfect
Don't speak now, you might spoil it
Your eyes are even bluer
Than the water in my toilet
Say, has anyone ever told you
You've got Yugoslavian hands?
No, of course not, that would be stupid
Just forget I ever brought it up
The point I'm trying to make is ...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now, I need somebody to love
Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
I wanna be your Krakatoa
Let my lava flow all over you
I wanna be your anaconda
And your heat-seeking missile too
I wanna be your beef burrito
Am I making this perfectly clear?
I wanna be your love torpedo
Are you picking up the subtle innuendo here?
Uh huh
I hope I'm not being forward
But do you mind if I chew on your butt?
You can tell me truthfully
Am I a steamin' hunk of love now, or what?
There just aren't enough o's in "smooth"
To desribe how smooth I am
Maybe you've seen my picture
It's in the dictionary under "Kablaam!"
My lips are registered weapons
Can I invade your personal space?
You must have fallen from heaven
That would explain how you messed up your face
Well, how'd you get through security?
'Cause, baby, you're the bomb
I'd like to take you home right now
So you can meet my mom
Because I ...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now, I need somebody to love
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
Girl, you must be Jamaican (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Because Jamaican me crazy (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
I wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Now, I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
I wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Now, I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
I wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Now, I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
I wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby (Girl, you must be Jamaican) (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Now, I need somebody to love (Because Jamaican me crazy) (Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
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Where the questions lead to questions
Car
Plane
Bike
Boat
....
13,1€
12,2€
14,6€
11,3€
LAVA is to VOLCANO what WATER is to ?
freeze
mountain
valley
chimney
source
lake
Whale
Shark
Herring
Dolphin
Pike
Circle
Cube
Triangle
Square
Rhombus
Eye
Ear
Cheek
Nose
Eyebrow
Copper
Tin
Iron
Bronze
Lead
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Confessions of a reader
I started getting this 7 years ago and am not disappointed in receiving it.
The director's perspective has interesting factoids on African Americans and HIV prevalence. One might assume that to maintain a same-mass/volume brain, one should heavily abuse and use Crystal Meth while infected with AIDS. No, not really. I think, end game, don't use drugs, don't get AIDS--as if you needed to be told. Some of the work on cigarette addiction, basis and differences in men and women are fascinating. Worth a read and free online, I'm not sure where you subscribe to the printed version.
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Shame for Sale
Unabomber auction? What the heck is that? Oh, boy! A used, unremarkable knife next to another used unremarkable knife. Typewriter and paper, having a value of $22 to someone, somehow becomes super valuable because a serial bomber used it. I guess if I had AIDS, I could become a crime boss and my loved ones could sell off my belongings for high profit, while I die or after I die -- hopefully in a blaze of glory as opposed to a slow, withering, agonizing death. This, I think, sets a bad presidence.
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James Potty (revised)
James Potty wanders down the stairs to find a woman tied up naked on a mattress. He response is quick and dimwitted.
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using keyword elimination
Career Builder's keyword elimination didn't work -- at least what I tried. "Bullcrap" does not filter out bad jobs.
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Friday, August 11, 2006
What is he doing to that watermelon? (very rude and groos, warning not to read further)
When they said you should be more creative and maybe include other senses in your love-making, perhaps food -- that wasn't what they meant.
So, isn't that guy including food into his sex?
Uh ... no. He's replaced food as a partner. Equally gross would be Fat Bastard eating a buffet on the right and your lover/mate on the left. That's really not including food in your sex.
Then there's the 500 pound people who have replaced food for their sex.
Of course, we could have an overszed hammer slamming onto the watermelon, coating each person during sex with watermelon parts -- somewhat including food and sex, but in a hackneyed way.
Please, don't play with your food on your plate, though food play is okay. Also, don't ***k your food.
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generally cooking shows
are adult Mister Rogers. Boy were they novel when they first appeared, but now. I'll show you how to make salad. Huh? How can anyone need help making salad? That's like needing help making soup or cereal. Salad: choose vegetables that you like to eat raw ... chop into bite-size pieces, mix with 30-50% lettuce (not iceberg -- for it's a waste of a vegetable) with any adornments -- fruits, figs, nutes, croutons, cheeses; if you like diced egg -- bacon, chicken add that too. I don't need a recipe. If you buy a salad recipe, then you should be equally interested in a mint condition 1956 Forenza.
Cooking shows might be the best thing on in the afternoon, but if that's so ... turn off the TV. I have, and I feel happier for it. I tried watching it, but hey, I know my colors, so I don't watch teletubbies. I'm not entertained by TV. Cooking shows -- yawn and painful, headache-inducing rot. I'll fan this, tell you how good it smells. Really?! So, when you bite into it, I should understand that it tastes good? It's like anything -- tell you when to laugh, smile, feel, taste, smell. I'm not quite that stupid.
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sloth and rejection
If a position comes available in the future that you would be interested in, please contact us. Applications and resumes are kept on file for one year.
I wish you the best of luck in your search for employment.
Sincerely,
K's Merchandise
Corporate Human Resource Manager
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Buddy Nasrallah
Nasrallah announces new, "Buddy Allah" to liven up Allah's image and make him more obtainable to today's youth.
With a wink and a smile (thumb over a trigger) he bring Jihad and peace.
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really old school picture
Thanks MR for recovering this old photo to be later used in FBI files.
Our teacher got the hey away from that school. I remember him walking into Walletbuster and there he told me about his being on sebatlical -- or finding different employment while maintaining first-dibs on teaching position there. He was nice, but never knew all of what went on in class. He would have quit sooner had he known.
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failed to deliver
Sound check! Yo! One, two, one, two! Turn my headphones up, man! Nah man! I ain't kiddin'! I can't hear man!
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I brought up a name, equally as distant and old as Boss Tweed, Pia Zadora. I mentioned to MR about a woman whom I've not seen or not talked to for 15 some years or more. One night, by random chance I spoke with her, briefly. True vanity, cuddled and loved like a favorite suffy is never surrendered. "Do you remember me", she asked.
I did remember her in existence only. I saw her once. I remember that ISJ was captivated by her legs and mentioned to me to look at them. They were not so remarkable that I remember thinking much of them.
"Did you think I had sexy legs when you saw me?"
Again -- I remember chewing gum at times in my life, sometime even the flavor given the atmotsphere of soda, popcorn, and having previously eaten a hamburger. I cannot remember this girl, nor really much more than a sketch of looking at legs in a Pizza Hut, but the light in the Pizza Hut on that 1 something o'clock afternoon was more memorable. I made the anaology that Pia Zadora's role in "The Lonely Lady" as being more memorable.
I responded to her question, "Yeah, I guess" (quite nearly a lie)
Quickly, as if ensaring a wandering rabbit in a trap, "I was only fourteen", she gasped out -- trying to belittle me or shame me.
It didn't work. I couldn't remember jack squat of her, let alone feel remorse for looking at her legs once when I was seven years her senior. It sounds bad until you know that she gaited around telling people that she was sixteen, and aparently suffering sexual abstinence pains.
I should have punched her back by divulging that I could better remember ants crawling on grass; an especially well cooked fish fillet; longer-confortable shoes I had in the 80's; an obscure TV commerical, than I could ever remember her. I wasn't so cruel or decisive, but let it slide, go, and am no better or worse for it. I'm not vain, though I have a misshapen ego (generally too large and lumpy to match reality) that impedes my thinking often.
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Thursday, August 10, 2006
New from Ronco -- Spell Becker

wait, there was none of that, but they can help you with:
dull, dry, mutable, re-writable, unedited, unscripted, suicide watch, slothful, and "blam" [sound from the gun firing hollowpoint bullet into your head to prevent show from penetrating your mind]
It's Spell Becker and it's free! Pick up your copy today, found in local retail stores next to kitty liter and scoopers.
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complaint from rocker
I'm just something in between
...
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Monster Bill
So -- when the government rises taxes, I'm paying for these? Military ads?
"Paid for by the US Army" pans out to paid for by taxpayers, or are they now self-sufficient and no longer need US government dollars to operate?
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pages of "a"
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I'm a taxpayer, but why do I have to pay for this?
I count eleven entries there. Why am I paying for that? Well, technically, I'm not much paying for it, as I'm not presently working, but ... I will work and have worked and do pay for the National Guard. Moreover, I should have an option to pay for advertising here on Career Builder.
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HEAVY BARREL
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And for this, you get the distinguished Discrimination Award
To the Muslims over the worold, I implore you. If you think, know or suspect any terrorist activity -- point out suspects and activities. Too often, a bomb explodes and there are people picking up the pieces and others looking for clues. Still, other Muslims cheer, dance and in other ways condone the murder of others via worn bomb, timed, or random act. I can't think of a US channel cheering over Hezbollah's death tolls. I can't see a TV channel delighting with the death in Iraq. I don't see BBC broadcasting citizens dancing in the street with Al Queda arrest.
It should be no wonder then, that this group of 20 people were Muslim, wanting to blow up plane loads of people on their way to and from UK and US. This is furthers stereotypes.
To the Muslims of the world, be pro-active and root out this evil-doers. Soon, their actions and the generalized (or over generalized) response of Muslims complacent or condoning their actions will lead to one thing ... Arab and Muslim discrimination. "Who cares", might be a response, until Muslims are nearly or outright banned from US entry (even visiting). Continued bombing and murder plots will only further the gulf between very diverse cultures. I would guess, in another couple of decades of this madness -- there will be an unwritten, "open season" on Muslims, regardless who or where they are. That's a damn shame!
What do I suggest -- cut it out! Stop it! Eliminate your own terrorist groups. Wipe them out completely, rather than non-Muslims getting too tired to fight people one-on-one and go to a more defensive screen -- genocide. I believe soon, Muslims will indeed get genocide -- of themselves, by people tired of having to defend themselves from them. There are only a few strings left keeping Israel from genociding any and all Muslims. The US and UK aren't keen on them either.
I can think of many groups and, yes -- states that would volunteer for para-military action if there were no bag limits on killing of Muslims, not that they would care anyway. Herein, they would base it on "reletive color" rather than culture, language, clothing, region, and many other specifics. Bubba and kin, and Rolf and his neo-Nazi cadre, illegally armed would just love to make the world safe for "whitey".
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Loss control
I'm thinking of Van Halen here, but I missed my appointment today. I should restate that I didn't attend my appointment, rather than "miss" it. Sales, sales, sales (like "Guns, guns, guns."+).
My sister told me of the hell that is her life. Much like dominoes: son gets pulled over twice in one day (having to drive to pick him up in Ohio), husband gets in accident last night suffering possible whiplash, daughter has repeat infection.
Perhaps Brainstew would be a better song.
+ Robocop, stated by Clarence Bodiger
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I don't wanna!
I have an interview today, for which I'm to allow one to two hours. What the? I'm to bring a recent copy of my resume' and a list of questions.
So, if I sent my resume to get the job, then why do they need it again?
I have never, and I mean never, had a two hour interview. The longest interview I've had, sans demonstration of products, was 35 minutes. It's like a bad date after a while. So, is there a way that I could not insult you too badly by running the [blank] away from this? You see .. I think live liver extraction might be more pleasant. One to two hours ... talking about the history of the company, career path ... It sounds like mumbo jumbo, hocus pocus. You have the box of stuff that everyone wants, then you sell that and make money.
Actually, it's selling financial to senior citizens, but apart from cold calling, I guess I'm to either get a condo for presentations, rent out a local restaraunt for free lunch and consultation, or sell my soul to Satan. Ha! I don't think so ... uh, uh. No, sir.
I guess I'll go; I don't know. Sounds like a typical sales job. He already planned a one to two hour interview? To talk about what? Maybe there's something else planned. I've been targeted by the mob. Show up for death. I'll look to see if I'm walking on plastic.
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