MR is right about MR being right.+ I was interested in only the thought of it, but ... in the end I would take the money, opportunity and still dump my job. Even if I got the money, I wouldn't stay there, just a question of when I would leave. I guess I would like an un guaranteed (on my part) bonus -- sign on with no commitments but the implication that you're "in this thing" for the long haul.
MR is right ... don't want it, and taking the money and running would be a bad show.
+ paraphrased from Blazing Saddles.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
being right
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Monday, January 21, 2008
Timely ill decisions
So ... I have a maybe job offer this week for a local job. They might come close to my present salary or higher. Work today mentioned they were indeed interested in me being there and wanted to know what it would take to get me to move up there. hint, hint, hint ... $100 monthly? $1200 raise to ensure that I move up there...
interesting
also, the allusion to "faster" training and promotion
now, I'm in a pickle
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
am I working?
T 4-10
W 2-10
R 5-close
F 2-10
S OFF
N 5-close
M 5-close
You know we'll have a good time then... +
+ "Cat's In the Cradle"
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if going to hell ...
then I am not so worried... work was Hell, cold and served as revenge.
As far as 126 ... cold for they were saving on electricity and heat ... bitter cold, but a place to hang my hat, rest, shiver. Sleep, so denied, a terminally ill friend, sleep. I eluded to so much more ...
seductive introduction
erotic lyrics
would-be evil
dark,
cold, cold, cold
comfort finally
sleep no, but rest
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Saturday, January 19, 2008
Big Scrimpin' Baby!
Do you have any discounts?
What's on special?
How much is that?
It's like people going to Best Buy and bitching about the price. I was at Von Mar and was seeking a good buy.
Ha!
If you can't afford it, then you can't afford it. Don't insult yourself trying. Looking for pennies to buy an over-priced item, uh ... apart from gas, I think you should not do so.
Top that off with Gansta yo's and a broke down what-looks-car-shaped and no phone.
One other guy who comes in is a drug dealer, but isn't going to live long. He has blue tooth for his phone and almost no operational teeth. When making a purchase, he pulls out a folded wad of twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Ok. So you have money, but you don't want to be able to chew food. What the?
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she said, "no"
An alcoholic mother a several was at work last night and said, "Well, I got drunk last night and woke up on some guy's sofa. He had my pants off and pulled out his thing. I said no." She repeated, "I said no", "I wanted to [do] him, I wanted to [engage in sexual activity] and it wasn't with [her live-in boyfriend with whom she shares two children of the seven they collectively have]."
Uh, ok. She's one of the several who pinch my butt. Last night she was rubbing my chest and nipples.
"Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes. It makes me feel uncomfortable."
She didn't seem to stop.
It's better to walk around some crazy people, than to engage in long conversations.
Hmmm, they have lots of children how?
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trying to hook me up

Well friends are great! They are trying to hook me up with a woman at work. Of all the photos they sent, perhaps this is the greatest one. If this is her kind of character ... her true self, hmmm
I'm intrigued.
Shy, not too shy, as I know my friends, but a real person.
Thanks guys!
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126
A number I won't forget for a while...
room
dark
poor
cold
wonderful
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no explanations
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Friday, January 18, 2008
Hats!
Yo! My hat be on d'side Ngr! Gotta git dat dope food, yo! How mutch, mann?
$27.50
All we got iz $24.
Yo. Go get sum mo' [from Mom outside sitting in the car who is paying for it]
Gansta G's from the Saxon variety -- whiter than snow and as stupid as "doh". Deh wuz spor'in dope hats yo ... on da side. Weez G's man
go gets da money from mom.
Ok, putz take your hootchee man, Squeaky T Mouse, score some sud (not bud) from Wal-Mart and home, G Man! Weez outta here -- peaz mudder ...
Dude, sshhh, you're mom's listenin'
Don't be disrespectin' less I put a slap on yo' azz, cuz I ain't allowed to have tobacco, let alone a gun
We be ridin' in the seven year-old ride wit dem tinted windows and the child's stickers on the window -- see?
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Some "wiggers" came in tonight fresh dope G style with hats tilted, held up their fourteen year-old rep until they had to get cash from good old mommy.
Mom ... yo bustin' me; better go make dat money!
Listen, Phillip Carlyle from the East Side of Santa Claus, Indiana, drop the dope, the rep, and the 'tude. The only part of hood you have is the hoodie I got from JCPenny that you never seem to wear.
Ah, Ma! You breakin' me ... I gots me a rep to keep.
Yeah, well, your Wii and XBox ain't gettin' used G Funny til you get your homework done. Dope enough?
Big Scrimpin'
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
police stop

I was talking with a friend and pulled into a gas station last night. I didn't want to pump gas and talk on the cell phone at the same time, so I stayed in the car and talked. I turned off the engine. Well, the attendant at the station apparently was wondering my plans.
I was talking away then saw a squad car behind me. I told my friend I had to go. I opened the door at the officer's request and told him directly that I didn't want to pump gas while talking on the phone.
5...4...3...2...1...
ok
And the officers turned around and returned to their cars. It was only then that I saw three cars there. The statement that they made to me was, "we wanted to make sure there wasn't anything wrong".
I thought second that the attendant likely thought I might be a robber, though robbers tend not to park so far away and turn off their engines.
I looked above me, the sky cover showed no stars, so I didn't figure I'd hear them, "we are definitely going to kill you, boy!" "Have you read the manual for this thing?"
Also, the FBI didn't get on the scene either.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
interview with potential
I will read more thoroughly the company, but I have an interview with them. I cannot find a salary as of yet. I'll continue to look. The good news is ... is in hometown!
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Silence Fiction
It is not real
feelings false
Pink Floyd's lyrics echoing ... "is there anybody in there"
not high on drugs, yet a dangerous act
Shakespeare doesn't write it ... on my own accord disaster 2008
a whim ... a chance, reality it's not
I'm not lost, nor depressed, just want fantasy for a while, a taste
a woman wants me
me
me
I have a hard time saying no
dirty words, dirty acts ... I know her smell
she is ...
not mine
she cannot be
I cannot speak of any of it
I cannot tread on thee
cheapened ... cheated ... pleasurable regret
"slimy, mudhole, my home this"+
it is passion, without love
wedding vows with exceptions .... prenuptial agreement on the first incidental date
damn the torpedoes ... my soul already is
I cannot look, "the accusations fly"++
I make plans ... dare I do it?
"Things that make you go, hmmm"
I'm not lying that it's there, but must be hidden
on my end ... not sparks ... not pangs ... just "yes" liking the attention ... "she wants me"
me
I'm still stunned
+ "Empire Strikes Back
++ "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Silent Non-fiction
I'm blind to many things, but not to weakness ... pain. Star Trek had a character known as an empath who took the misery and suffering (physical damage also) of others so that they could live. In a quick view on Google, there is such a term. Sadly, I don't subscribe to the concepts of psychics, so I am not ... an empath.
I am, however, suffering under hero complex, trying to help many -- even those unwilling to help themselves. No matter how cavalier that might be -- it would be to my own death I would go, were I to brave others' demons, knightly as Sir Drinksalot or Sir Notdealinginreality.
In my mind, I house the multitude of sufferings of others that they have confided in me. I take in their stories ... sufferings, and am the repository. Loss, pain, suffering, regret ... all mine now. I am a good listener and am not too far off base when "sensing" someone carrying pain yet undisclosed.
I have my own history of vile, but it is the suffering of others that I carry like Marley's chains. I see good in people, but too often pain is more visible. I am, regrettably a negative person, for I carry more of it than positive. Rather than a sponge soaking up angst, I'd rather be a talented carpenter who repairs and restores.
I am enduring; a veteran boxer who takes a beating and gets up before the final count. I am happiest when I am able to bypass the traffic of downtown ... finding a route that, with observation, is pretty even if desolate -- missing people, plants ... still there is the son (sun).
they should seek help
they leave their luggage with me (baggage)
hopefully they get relief
if they are smart, they'll leave their baggage, remembering what it was, but not wanting it back
.....
I once wanted to be the weapon --- slaughterer, the beast, conqueror, Gozar, but that is the work of evil, of Satan
smiting with the failings of a human, passions of a mortal, blinded by selfishness clearly is not my purpose, my being
so ... my vision isn't clear on evil ... I can't find evil lurking in the shadows always
I can find pain
to console others
get them to work through their pain
grow
I exist for this
The work is long, hard, and grueling. Mike Rowe has dirty jobs, I have to worry about stains on my soul. God willing may I be but a catalyst to healing never losing myself
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
Touch it! It has the power to heal!
Yet another person in the series of people to touch my butt. Is there a sign back there? Please touch my butt. Feel free to sexually harass me without worry of recourse.
I gotta get out of that place ...
if it's the last thing I ever do ...
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Welcoming the oppressor
I need to shift this draw quick as fuck
Flip the cash and take my cut
It's really powerful, it's so strong
But I'm selling it fast and it's nearly all gone
I'll sell you the 9-bar or just the ounce
I'll sell you little bits or large amounts
Adam Hussain, remember me?
Selling draw from my Capri
Want some draw? With me you'll score
Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan's back door
Bongs big as, blow buckets,
I sell like ounces to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it
Get it on tick, but make it quick
I just got a load of wicked Thai stick
Party's going down, I'll bring the brown
Tonight it's going off in Newport town
[Chorus]
I got 21 ounces of blow
I got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know, cos I really gotta go
I got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
People watch me like Match of the Day
I've got a stack of weed like a bale of Hay
I drive my Capri like Colin Macrae
And I gotta drop some weed off in Alway
So, we need to find a way to keep these people uneducated and poor, politically inactive, and willing to kill each other. Rap and gangs have replaced the antiquated KKK as the moving body to keep the untouchables, untouchable. Way to go dummies! Oh, and the downed people should replace their god with the oppressor.
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Saturday, January 12, 2008
I broke a statement in two
"I don't", "I won't" buy a CD. Well, that is debunked. I bought a CD of music from my childhood. It had been only on LP. Who wants or has that? Childhood Christmas.
Thanks Walter Schumann and Chorus.
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primate extinct?
Monkeyjack, long time blogger appears not in my listing. Monkeyjack was a unique species.
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she's devine
devil garb, sailor vernacular, yet subtly sweet and gentle
She's quick, smart, daring, motivated
She's one you don't show mother, but the one to marry
A wrapped present with a noticeable haste -- wrapping looks rough, but the box itself, the package -- all what is inside, heartfelt and just what you need. I hope she finds life fulfilling and is wise enough to avoid disaster. I get a kick out of her. Her life, not enchanting, but she is ... enchanting.
Rose, nightshade, poisonous variety, but thorns aside, symbolic of ideal love. I'd like to see her life when I'm long since passed and she's lived a long and fruitful one. She's young, and has youthful passions and dreams.
C, you're great ... prosper!
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Making pay stand still
Well, at work there were several times when "productive time" stopped. Oh, let's set a meeting here and talk while everyone is getting killed with the business. Yeah... that's good. You get paid for that do you?
Checking on the minutia I found missing materials. I am not required to start on my extra project until Monday, but I wanted to get a start on it. It was a good thing I started ... I was missing a valuable piece of paper. I made a call and got ... yeah, I'll bring that in.
In logistical-practical speak, that's a 40% yes on the maybe continuum. Had I hear more, "er"s, "uh"s, "yea"s, "uh huh"s, I'd know it had dropped to low double digits. Thankfully I don't have to have the paper, but the corporate will send me an email, "where is it".
They get a lot out of me, others ... hard to say.
The noob, or newbie, they have -- bad pick, average IQ, overego, underachiever. He doesn't even know how to schmooze. Now, normally, the average IQ egotist gets into management and stays, but this dude won't turn sycophant quickly enough. I'm not trained as fast because I don't, "kiss butt".
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rubbing, for which I need alcohol

I was brushed with no fewer than eight individual breasts today. Some breasts "re-visited". A couple brushes were accidental, but most were not. Hmmmm .... clean environment, right? Heck no! My package was nearly groped with intent, but my position protected my package from fondling. My butt, however, was stroked, smacked, and patted. You'd think the ladies never got laid or something. Now, if the situation were reversed ... hell surely would have new attendees.
My butt was the target of attack and admiration from a naughty girl at work, who is loud ... dramatic, touchy, slutty, but in form (playing the role on stage only).
The least comfortable contact I got tonight was oddly from a guy ... scary! I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear.
Dude ... cut that out right f'ing now! It wasn't an advance, but crossing social bounds that he didn't know existed. Thankfully I didn't hear, " zip" and the second hand on the other shoulder. "Guy! The cell-block is that a-way", pointing to hell.
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Westboro?
Insanity out of Kansas, how rare!
I'll bet you nearly any amount of money if Playboy or Penthouse offered money to one of the nearly-legal girls to pose when they become legal ... the Westboro clan would fold.
Hey, Playboy ... I think you can do more for the cause than litigation can. Go for it!
For even more money ... you could probably get a girl to pose with a girl ...
ends the fag statements
pose with military uniform
pose with man in military uniform (just cleaning his gun, right)
I think you get the picture.
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Saturday, January 05, 2008
Mr. Ripley

Believe it or not ... he does a good job! Thanks again Mike Ripley for your efforts!
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does a bear ...
well, in my work town, there's a house with a bear -- quite nearly a Care Bear in the front lawn. Sadly, due to wind or vandalism, the bear appears to be whizzing on the front pine tree decorated for Christmas. In this instance, yes ... the bear does.
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Thursday, January 03, 2008
little wish comes true
Well, we all have big wishes. I have a couple of monster selfish wishes, where the "fruits" of the wish I would certainly share with the world, I would ask it for myself. I also make little wishes and I find that sometimes these come true. In my life, there have been people willing to risk taking the stranded driver to another location. This is, at best, a gamble. I was a couple of times saved well by kind-hearted people who offered help when I needed it. I wished that I could return the favor to someone. I got that chance.
One night, I finished work before midnight -- a feat in itself. I was joyous -- I had out-of-town family to see. I was driving home on the slick winter roads -- windy, and cold, and unkind. Nearly home 45 out of 60 minutes of my trip, I saw a car stranded in the middle of the highway. I had slid across four lanes myself and know the fear and the wonder of, "what now".
I pulled off the the shoulder to see if the driver was still there. I called out to see if he was okay. I offered the warmth of my car first, then to figure out how he was getting the car out of there. He called his girlfriend to come pick him up. I offered to take him home if that didn't pan out -- time 12:42 am. She couldn't.
So, where does he live ... in the town I left -- my work town. How in the world is God so full of irony? Well, I asked that I could help a person in need, much like I was helped, so we drove back to my work town. On the way, I got to know the guy a bit.
His parallel journey was living in my work town and driving (near-daily) to my hometown to work. I made the opposite trip, of course. The kicker was that he had a different job category, but worked for the same company. Talk about a jip! I don't earn lots, but this guy did the same thing, for less money. His car, old rusty like my former car, was a "free car" with necessary repairs totaling a thousand dollars.
Well ... I got home about the same time I would have on other nights, but I felt good, warm not from the car's heat, but from a good deed. I know, though, I should always be careful for what I wish ... it might come true and be "costlier" than I imagine.
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Saturday, December 29, 2007
papercrud
So... I was half right. I was in a hurry on paperwork -- my own errors. I was also right that some of the errors are of others, so I am "at fault" for not fixing their errors. So, I'm being reprimanded for others' errors. That's ***king wonderful! I don't suppose you'll be talking to the ones making the mistakes.
Typical. Kill the wrong target.
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tongue out in a phft!
I watched I Harry Potter & Order of Phoenix. I think I'll try to limit my postings on movies that are worth watching. While it was a shortened version of the stupidest book of the series, it omitted much of what would later be important in the series. You also don't understand that Ron and Hermione are a couple.
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Thursday, December 27, 2007
Did I do good?
I shall qualify this into two categories:
substitute good with "well", in which I get no positive feedback at work. I'm alerted when I err, but not when I'm doing right, good, or well. So, I'm in Office Space where my only motivation is to avoid being told I'm doing it wrong. They blow chunks as sucking up dignity and giving it to someone else. If someone deserves a personal thanks or looking-in-the-eyes, "you're great", do it. The 'atta-boy's are lame.
I wanted to get the funk out of Dodge last night, but spent about 2 hours talking with a woman there who has some hardships in her life. Her primary focus is on the hardships of being a parent. It almost makes me happy to not be one, but there are great pluses to being a parent -- I've not had those, nor the minuses. Anyway, I think she needed an "ear" or two, if for nothing else -- venting. I guess I do good, by just being, alive being there for a time. I got home around 4am tired as anything.
There are not enough hours free to me.
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Happy birthday Charlie
carry on with your indomitable spirit
Charlie had a birthday party at Bells' Roller Dome and it seemed to be quite the success. Another year older and deeper in thought. They grow quickly so don't blink!
I hope you don't get your dad's "skills" as they were with liquids -- note the coffee-like color stain on Keith?
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Turning my frown upside down
Well, I think I might try thinking positively for a while. Though my drive was terrible and my stress was high -- I was soothed with the tender caress of compassion today. I stopped on the road and around ten separate people stopped and asked if I needed help. I never even considered my hometown so friendly and helpful!
Thanks to everyone who offered to help me!
Thankfully, I didn't need it, but it was great that assistance was offered. Be it the season, the city, or the general attitude of people, that has put me in a good mood!
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white roads, white knuckles
Well, I drove from work town to hometown at a blistering 28 - 34 mph. The drive lasted for 2.5 hours including the time I had to pull off the road (possible engine overheat) and shoveling my car free from the hotel parking lot. I didn't like it; didn't want it; happy to be home.
My county of residence did a better job of clearing the road than my county of work. Odd, all things considered, but happy that I saw very few people ditched out.
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hotel stay
I was thinking about staying in town if the weather got bad. The company "splurged" and got me a hotel room ... negotiated trade and I spent the night in town. It's quite the winter out there now. While the hotel of choice they made was not mine, I am not disappointed.
Free; rest; coffee. I only wish I were back home.
Thanks God! Thanks work!
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Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
God pitched in
Okay ... after 8 blasted days ... my car is fixed...
or no
I was nearly to work -- I made it to 48 minutes there and sputter clunk ... the car died again.
I called the shop and they came to pick up the car. I needed to be to work ... there was no one there willing to come get me. How shocking!
I stepped out waiting for the time that they'd send someone to get me, and then a guy pulled up and gave me a ride there.
So guy just doesn't want me driving that car I suppose. Well, it'd be nice if I had the money to get another one, then ... ro get a different job to avoid having that wicked drive or some other solution.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Capitalize on revolution
So, in opposition to the status quo of sending so-called representatives to vote in our place we have what ... autocracy. What a gip! If a representative is elected ... the duty is to do what is right for:
the nation,
the world,
constituants
To guide him/her are sound reasoning, logical and ethics. Money and party-based ideologies should not impart decision-making. Party R or D have slated agendas, but there are dissenters to these, so they are not static.
The American revolution was based on flagrant misuse of monies and no control over how much or how it is spent. Law was administered from a remote region and was final -- not eligible for review. These same things we have now.
I do not propose a violent destruction of the US, but rather submit a call for the government to act like it is supposed to work. It doesn't get five weeks of vacation! It doesn't paid, then pensions, protection, and lobbyist monies. It serves the people, not the people serving it. I call for the government to stop acting like 18th bureaucratic aristocrats or Czarist Russia.
As the government spends our money for no gain to us and as jobs become scarce, the system will fail. You cannot speak peace with a gun, and you cannot speak success without security. We should focus on education and not on incarceration. We should concern ourselves with health care, not on welfare.
I want more ... more ... and the US certainly can do more. The level of taxation isn't the issue, its the use of the money that is the problem. I also don't like our very few representatives who are filled with personal agendas and "where do I see myself in five years" financially secure after "serving" my term.
"We know what we're doing" with your money. If it doesn't help the nation, then you're doing it wrong.
The US is spending nearly $5 billion monthly on Iraq and Afghanistan. Let's apply that money to cancer research ... think we'll get closer then? How about that money spent on Health care restructuring? How about using that funding for crime units in the US completely eradicating gangs in LA, Chicago, NY? If the war isn't "that costly" to our GNP then, use that level of personnel in the US checking customs, cargo crates, borders, etc.
If you ask families in gangland if the gangs were expunged, 'would they feel safer'. The gangs there are a direct threat and help import crime, people (including slave labor), drugs, weapons, terrorists, and help fund them. Are they then a threat -- heck yes!
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Waste with MySpace

in order to contact someone at work ... I got, "MySpace" ... garbage, garbage, garbage.
I also got spam messages within 2 days of using it. How shocking! I would definitely stay away from MyWaste dot com.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
why to buy aides
Oh ... and you'll also need headphones and a nose guard. Yep ... that's why you need Viagra
oh and Absolut Vodka and tequila
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Sunday, December 09, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
my car ...
my car, my car ... talkin' 'bout my car ... my car
My car is still sitting at auto shop. "Yeah ... we get that together on Monday". Hey, that's nice -- merely a week of having it! I am not sure that I will use the shop again regardless of their previous successes.
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remember your freedom at the cost of another's


I think about how "hard" my Christmas is going to be, but then I think of those defending my freedoms, those who've died. I've got it easy ... I'm still here in the states this Christmas. Thank you to all who serve.
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Friday, December 07, 2007
Trains bite! I'm running late
Trains bite! I'm running late again!
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criping?


The people making the most fuss about Jennifer Love-Hewitt are, well ... out of her league as it were. Why should they care that she is becoming adult and developing --- cellulite. Wow ... her legs and bum are the resting places for adipose tissue, much like many women. What is the big friggin' deal, folks?
Oh, and she's engaged -- yep, off the market for those 275 pound couch potatoes and computer typers who couldn't run a block let alone a mile. They know all too well about cellulite. She's engaged, rich, beautiful---face it duds (not dudes) she was never yours to begin with.
Unlike the media, her finance' probably makes her happy.
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Wednesday, December 05, 2007
"C" is for corpse
Pimp C dead, eh? A 33 year-old died of natural causes ... like comeuppance. Live like a criminal ... die young.
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Sunday, December 02, 2007
Too fast to live, too young to die
bye bye
I pulled an incomplete James Dean by going off the road last night in terrible road conditions. I was going faster than I should and what I didn't know was that the left lane was 60% worse than the right lane. I skidded out of control, thankfully not hitting the car near me, then sliding across the highway divider and onto the northbound lane and up onto the other side of the road and finally bumping into a farmer's fence.
The car is fine -- undamaged and rides just fine, but I'll need to get an alignment just to make sure. I don't think I would have had such a nice landing with the old car of mine. I have another blog for geared for my reverence for God, but I'll thank God here anyway.
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Saturday, December 01, 2007
Damn! Flakes! Snowflakes mean Winter.
Damn! Flakes! Snowflakes mean Winter. It's cold too.
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Friday, November 30, 2007
Uh, no ... ninjas!
Florida ninjas rob man in his driveway. What is this world coming to?Thanks to Monologuing MR for the story
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
finished two "tings"
Green River Killer book by Ann Rule and "Empowerment Takes More Than One Minute". Wordy, windy, and stupid story around the concept of share information ... and so on. My company would never ... never go for such a thing. Allow management through and to others -- no way, eh. The company generally slinks away from change -- change, viral like AIDS, right?
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Sheryl Crow has competition
It's lunacy throw down with Paul McCartney's wife and the animal lefts and rights and consumption thereof causing global warming. Yep ... that's queerer than a football bat. Each woman mention is not frosted, but is a flake nonetheless.
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cute child game
Notice ... no sickness ... barbarism, cute, "Where the Wild Things Are" meets "Little Bear" -- same author btw.
Adventure game.
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Branch Lohanians
There's a new sect of a religious order whose precepts are "spend", "buy", "shop", "tramp". One small clause made by our founder was simply, "no photos, please". We, the devoted throngs of jobless groupies embrace this new mantra ... "no photos, please" and shall hereby stone to death anyone who takes pictures of the Lohan. Clearly, she has ordered us to slay people who take her picture, have older pictures of her before her statement, have drawn pictures of her, or have engraved images of her.
Uh ... no, I didn't ask or tell you to kill people.
We, the devoted groupies shall kill all who are in possession of your picture, oh mighty Lohan.
Stop it! "Zealots!" +
+ Toy Story
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playing chicken
I didn't even get an invite but an opossum wanted to play chicken with me last night. I was driving through town when I saw the little critter on the street. I slammed on my breaks and saw everything on my seat fly onto the floor. The good news, though not by much, the waddling wanderer was not struck by my car. I half expected a New Yorker voice, "Hey! I'm walkin' here!"
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try me for this
If you want to be insulted ... let's do this!It's not Muhammad as a bomb or as a cute Teddy Bear ...
no.
I shall envision, perhaps write his name on blades of grass so that each time I mow the lawn ...
I'm cutting down Muhammad.
I hear Jesus, Jews, America defamed, berated daily. Eat this Sudan!
Let your piety find forgiveness not vendetta or you can rot like the things pictured above each and every year.
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food label

I must have missed it on the food I made last night. Whoa, or rather unwhoa! There was no stopping that train.
I guess my stomach and intestines were in agreement that the insurgent food must be expelled.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
snoitaN
Backward nations ...
like Saudi Arabia lashing a rape victim;
Sudan for punishing a person for naming a Teddy Bear Muhammad;
decades of oppressing women and children, teaching a whack fundamentalist view of Islam;
Afghanistan favoring the Taliban who favored enslaving and killing their women and girls;
Somalia for favoring war over peace;
Syria for asking the US for handouts while supporting terrorist groups that hurt the US;
Jordan for doing the same;
Palestine, as it were, for denying the Jews an existence.
I strongly encourage the US to start billing these countries or so-called nations for the support we give them. I know that the US enforced a 21 year-old drinking age by simply offering road funding only to those states adopting the 21 year-old drinking age. While a few states challenged it -- they all succumbed to the drinking age.
"Secure your borders; eliminate terrorists; respect other nations, or we pull any and all funding."
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Bill past due
A smart US adviser helps with the financial burden of the war in Iraq. Services will be terminated if bill not paid.
++++
Yes, I know the numbers are a little messy, but the meaning is clear, right?
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Monday, November 26, 2007
Moon landing
I saw a moon landing debunking. The tag line of "proof" was bad, as the postulations were, unprovable, either true or false. The British examiner noted flashes on the screen, failing to remark that the film was grainy as heck, there flashes on the suits as well. His thinking was wire harnesses, trying to explain astronauts' ability to stand on one foot and do many unbelievable feats. This likely comes from a man who cannot imagine 1/6 of Earth's gravity. I guess he isn't a swimmer, right?
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Trasformers
Well ... it was eye candy, good sound effects and ...
well, there wasn't what I would call acting. There wasn't what I would call much of a plot.
I watched it ... and I'm done with it.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Ewwww!
Would be dancer on Gong Show, then I remembered "dancer" in Catina scene in Return of the Jedi. Since I can't find the video clip of the rotund dancer ... you'll have to try to remember the portly oddly dressed dancer in the foreground.
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Using this map as a reference ...

We could remove the cancer sites here (marked in white) and be safer. There is no guarantee that this will permanently remove any and all infection or danger, but it is a very large section. I strongly recommend the removal of this large site.
There are other questionable sites, but with this procedure to remove the worse sections, this will clear up much of the extending infection.
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Just give me something to break ...
How 'bout my friggin' leg?
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Thursday, November 22, 2007
Last Night
Thinking 'bout last night
Undercredited, undercited ... Travelling Willburys
"Last Night" lyrics
She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
(bridge 1)
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
(bridge 2)
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The partys just beginning she said, its your money or you life
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Now Im back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
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Bigger Fish
Well ... if you hide it, hide it, then reveal it as nothing, you tend to look foolish.
MR remarked that I had "bigger fish to fry" RE: Warren report that details the JFK findings. Why in the world would you seal it? Whenever they "unseal" it, it will be denounced as a lie, just as Roswell was. They weren't upfront and didn't come up with a clever enough lie to make it pan out. Whatever happens now means -- lying government. Either you lied then or now or hid it for no reason.
That was a bad call! Continually unopening it is a bad call. Remove enough platforms and the soapboxers are on the ground and more difficult to hear -- less important. Not opening it and making it seems a conspiracy gives some the soapbox or podium.
I once found a conspiracy "this big" [hands extended from New Jersey to Wyoming, more believable than hands to California, right?
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lest we forget
ZZ Top has legs and despite its end of the run touring, I still remember licks and kicks that I liked. Not to sound too Suessical, I found legs very doable, in all sense of the words and phrase.
If I had money, doggone it, I might buy one.
A key feature in videos -- hotties -- babes show legs, light tight frame and wiggles that drive a man mad. Now, you don't have to show grinding to entice a man -- a pretty face, a strut and you've got us!
BTW: a light-hearted girl at work, timid, virginal (I suppose) remarked on a stripper pole today. This same person admonished me for "sonofa" never finishing anything. She is, whom I'd hope, for a daughter -- has an idea of what and who she wants to be and accomplished in her daily work. You don't often get called out by your "hopeful daughter", but you listen when it happens. Sorry K if I'm not the influence I ought to be.
I've wanted to be a "daddy" for a while and if I can be a part-time daddy to some, so be it. Since I'm not the Mississippi type, I'm interested in her being an adult and doing what she wants. If nothing else, trusted council, I'll take. Do well, young 'en!
Somehow, my blankity blank blank devil-blushing profanity hasn't shined at work, though I grumble it smiting my woes wrathfully. I was docked ... "you don't curse", remarking my once ... once, nasty curse. Actually, when I whisper my filth, I hate my job for bringing my sinister nature to the surface. I'd rather be the stuttering fool, unable to bring forth, "damn" let alone any other litany of sick slang lexicon, than to be the hurricane guttural spiteful "jackhole".
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Clunk!
Newspaper, nothing!
This sequoia dropped on the porch -- advertisements with, "buy" the mantra.
Sale, in whatever form ... Friday holds "specials" like no other.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
strategy
Iraq is suffering under the United States' new strategy of besieging them with lawyers. Armed with subpoenas, writs, claims, and tax forms, the insurgents have no hope but to submit to the paperwork. The weight of the paperwork is now roughly equivalent to ordinance dropped on Iraq.
The good news, while many may lose their lives in this noble cause, the US is improved by fewer lawyers.
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Thanksgiving question ...

Which has more fat? Does number one, two, or three have the most fat? Well, it's not number two. Thanks for more food than we can eat in a week, hence -- turkey sandwiches, ala king, flambe, jerk turkey, soup, turkey casserole, etc. Take only what you can eat? Eat only what your body can take.
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Yesterday's gone

My work yesterday was like this ...
nothing, slow, steady, full, crazy -- open space where I went to my happy place -- crazy, full, steady, slow, nothing
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Pets shipped frozen fresh ...
to your door in 48 hours or less, guaranteed. Just let them warm up in room temperature and your pet will frolic like a happy leprechaun.
Thanks to Cerpicio for the photo
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wile E. Coyote
I was lucky to have been allowed to sit with Wile E. for his discussion on how to capture the elusive Road Runner. Sadly, he was not successful during my stay with him, but he had the right gear. He showed me his accuracy with his weapon and with scope and binoculars he found many different prey beasts that he described with lip-smacking and mouth noises. I never did find out how he was a coyote with such phenomenal means -- able to buy equipment that I never knew existed.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Thanks for nothing
I bought a battery for the car. The design of the engine compartment makes changing it, well ... not simple.
Hey, nutjobs! If you design it impossible, then free oil, battery or whatever, changes should come with it. I found out on the year previous, you had to remove a wheel to get to the battery. What company chair approved that design?
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toupee or not toupee
I got a great rumor ... interesting, nonetheless, that someone at work has a "nice looking", realistic toupee, perhaps. There is no open confession of, "yes ... it's a toupee", but reactions and suspicions arise around a person and his toupee. I never noticed, but then again, I never cared. Toupees are make up for the follicle vain.
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Moa & Nixon book

So far, the format is junk, but I'll stick with it for a while. It started with:
Abstract
Intro
Initialize
Begin
Well, the basics are for people who don't know -- sadly, not something I can easily skip through while listening. Communism, isolationism, idealogical differences, trade agreements. The purpose of the trip was clear, but I didn't know that it took three years of working to get to a point where Nixon could get there.
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
I was ... cough

wrong. Oh my, I wrote it! I was wrong. I will now write that Reagan was guilty in being human, having two weaknesses; trust in others -- even to his undoing, and in never firing someone, as he needed to do. Both of these are typical frailties of humans. I somewhat doubt that he was unaware of the contra deal, but with his delegation of tasks to others, it is not impossible. Therefore, I feel that history will and should look favorably upon his presidency. Damn my persistence!
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
drove a friend to hospital today
A family friend called ... kidney stones, had to go to hospital. I was, of course, on my way to work but certainly pitched in to help the poor man. Ouch! I called after work to find that he was discharged. I understand that he passed one.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
What's worse than waiting for
What's worse than waiting for a train? There was two.
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despite
my misgivings and prior disgruntlements about Reagan, I have a little greater appreciation for him, after hearing some of his diaries. I could go into a rant of, "How can you say someone is important if they don't have their picture on bubblegum cards"+, but that wouldn't be for much effort.
+ Peanuts
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Good man
House 79 of State Representation, Indiana. Mike Ripley.
He believes that marriage is a union between one man and one woman. check
He believes we should not use money for illegal immigrants. check
He believes we should better protect veterans and families for their services, sacrifices. check
Huh ... no doubt, he asks for input, holds stances that are mostly inarguable, how could I go wrong? He's always had my vote. Thanks Mike!
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Hey man!
Is that "Freedom Rock", man?
"Yeah."
"Well, turn it off, man."
BTW: Thanks MR for fixing my idiocy ... well, in this case anyway
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Am I fearful?
I don't fear others ... I fear myself, what I could be, what I can do.
I might be the sword in the stone -- the symbol and weapon used so that others may "rightfully" rule. I may also be the beast of the apocalypse, who directs people to a false god, the anti-Christ, thereby damning them. Really, I fear the damage I can do as a person. I could do good (not to be confused with well), but my capacity for evil is as equal to my surrender to my human weaknesses, which are many.
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insidious
Or maybe it's Darth Sidious, either way, kickbacks are business practice. I was trying to learn one thing, learned yet a dark thing still. So, to whom do we pay protection money, I wonder. Hmmm, I'm a definitely not staying there for the "four course" meal, but rather will finish with my second course and be done there.
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Monday, November 12, 2007
Despite gloom... lovely colors of
Despite gloom... lovely colors of autumn. Thanks, God, for car good on rain & colors-however dimmed.
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