Stan Laurell steps in to substitute

What are some things that people need to live?

Water!
Right.
Food!
Right.
Clean air!
Right.

God ... Jesus!
... uh ... [twirling of hair in uncomfortable stance] uh ... yes, but I'd like to stay away from theology and philosophy for now --- religion.
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quite right ... without some understanding of existence and in some cases, post-existence, life is faulty and death ensues.

Health questions that brought me stress
How to not address important issues. Children have often come to me with religious, philosophical questions and I have to really think about my answer. It legally tender here -- ha, ha ... in that my 5th amendment invocation doesn't help the person -- perhaps hurts them in the long run.

I'm a great movie critic, or so I say

I hated it!

I learned it playing games

Vigilante 8, on XBOX, was a great game where you get to race and destroy -- hopefully survive. From this and other games I was handed a "bad guys" car by Charlie. I was supposed to come chase "him" his hotwheels car. I chose a differnt method ... firing sidewinder missiles at his car, which always seemed to miss. On Monday, I played this same game, incorporating the "nuke", but Charlie was none-the-wiser, as like much fiction -- the good guys walk away unscratched and the bad guys fall.

Annecdote about Sid

Sid ... greeted me with smiles ... yips, spins, and gallops ... a plaything, I be.
The inside of the front door ... clawed, marred, scored by the claws and paws of her majesty peering out over her domain.

Sid ... while often scurrying away from Charlie for he was often a bit rough ... stood between he and I when she felt I was in danger from him.

I miss you Sid!

Frollic, play, chase, beg, borrow, chew my dear ... soft fur, joy for running -- pulling me like a sled, and chasing smaller critters.

Terrorist, tyrant, hero

I'm packaged as all. Some cringe, others salute the awesome dictator, others seek me out to right wrongs ... I am the boneheadified teacher. Today's story comes to you from the letter R for referral and the letter N for now. [name omitted] was walking, crying. When asked why, she "hated [name omitted]". Why? He made a rotten statement about her.

When interrogated, he claimed that he told a stupid statement to another student, not naming the subject. That person then told it to the girl, who took offense. To her, I am a little hero -- righter of wrongs -- at times.

For others ... the green orb of Heavy Metal. I recognize evil, absorb it and become more evil. Really, I'm good at finding problem kids and trying to get them under control or out of the room -- therefore, under control. I am a tyrant, who recognizes only one law, supposedly mine. Not so, but if I convey that ... I have fewer problems.

At the end of the day, a girl -- 1st grader, came to me and said ... "Hi silly!" She hugged me and tried to spin me around and around ... fun for her. She's nice ... sadly too often smelling of smoke from a cigarette laden house and car.

I think of all the roles ... I'd like teacher, rather than staff seargent, M.P. or warden, or dictator-for-life. Teacher ... bringing others to their own enlightenment ... learning -- a gift not easily lost.

Cars and their many deaths

This is a developing map c/o wayfaring showing the number of times my cars have been hit, struck, damaged and killed.

Map -- points of interest in FW

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Grizzly events on a roof

namely ... leaving a pile of materials so adventurous high schoolers could climb their old school and pitch dap containers off the roof, trying to hit the cement. What's that you say ... you don't understand?
MR, TS, and I walked to our old middle school. They were remodeling the roof and they left a pile of materials by the back. They were perfect for climbing, and so we did. On the roof they left, they thought "safely" caulking and dap tubes. They were mighty fun to pitch!

What says, "MAN" more than territory marking ... especially off a roof.
We found a closer school, climbed a more precarious way and were looking about.
TS decided to mark West. MR noticed this and was walking over to me to discuss his disgust, when he noticed that he was 'interrupting' me. EWWW thought MR, naturally.

On this second-mentioned roof there were no real playthings ... save a 2-year sun-bleached flattened ball, long-since forgotten.

Speaking with my mouth full

of shoe.
There were two kids walking into the girl's room, while I was waiting for a class to exit the "fitness" center. I remarked to them, what are you doing, staring at one.
"I'm a girl!"
I was so embarassed. What a _____ I made of myself. I hope that someday she'll forget about that. Chances are, she won't.
I remember being in a classroom and two middle school girls came in. They asked my name then asked if I remembered them ... faces (while changed over time) looked dimly familiar, but I didn't know them. The one remarked that I gave her a referral. Wow! Of all the memories!

Ways of finding cheer

in the stupid memories of anything ...
I'm very sad, yet images to cheer me enter my mind ...
There is a child's book I remember liking ... hidden somewhere here about Owl. He ran out of water for a special tea so he thought of sad thoughts to fill a kettle for his special brew. He thought of childish sorrows -- empty plate of cookies, kite with broken tail ... slowly the kettle filled. From his sorrow came goodness.

I express myself but never share. People around me know that I just don't open. I listen well and try to help others, but I don't open. Dealing with loss by yourself is difficult, but I manage ... it is not a smart course. I think some day I shall open, but I'm afraid the needles and pins inside me will fly out piercing and killing all. I'm a dangerous sort and loss is difficult. Pain isn't a problem. Of all emotions ... sadness is the hardest -- I do it alone.

Baby gets her wings

perhaps not yet, but soon

Love you Yensid ... aka Sid, Siddy Soo Soo, "Baby"!

Bounce Punch Pass

More history was made yesterday as Charlie and I battled robots who would punch and kick us so hard that we'd be knocked cold. Sometimes we'd be dragged away by hands and tentacles saved by our partner. On the trampoline Charlie was Batman, a ninja turtle, himself and Diego.

When not battling, we were walking and riding around the addition seeing, much to Charlie's delight, motorcycles out as the weather was just fine yesterday. Sid walked with us. On this point I am sad. Saturday, she was never comfortable and forelornly looked at me to ease her ... take away the discomfort. She isn't yet to pain, but she's unhappy. When I see her tail rise for the last time, I'll know she can smile no more. This decision I can thankfully pass.

Doing what I do best ... complain

I examined Pirate Bay. It's an interesting site, but I'll offer a few submissions:

bit torrent -- Do they have links to get a bit torrent extractor? No. You have to go elsewhere for that (not smart)
files -- nice selection, good search tool. Are there single songs that you can find? No. We all know that you'd want every song on a CD. That's why you don't feel burnt or ripped off when you buy a $17 CD and like one song. I'll think I'll offer it all as one huge file, knowing outright, there's no reason to post it that way.

My experience was that after 15 minutes, I wasn't sure if the torrent extractor wasn't working, the site wasn't working, the file was unavailable or if it was my computer. How in the _________________________________________________________ (long series of profain statements) am I supposed to know?!

Meows & me ows

Maia … cute little dog, in a flurry of happy singing and dog talk spit out a meow-like sound. MR now has a cat? Very funny. On Thursday, I went over to MR’s and watch Van Helsing. At the end of the evening, Maia ran around near me and was feverishly barking. I didn’t understand, but MR figured out that she needed to attack Kirby (the vacuum). After biting him several times, pulling on his soft tissue bag, she was satisfied.

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My Mum tore up her knees a bit. The doctor said that she would likely now need orthoscopic surgery and later knee replacement. She is moving along now on crutches. She is in some pain, but now has faster-acting pain meds.

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I relented and ate lunch with three students who continually asked to eat with me. After being with them, I think that they wanted to be “important” and also have greater opportunities to talk, unlike in the lunchroom. Their conversations were generally complaining about parents – eventually focusing on snoring. One of them had more “drunk adult” stories than the rest. I made no note of it save mental notes. It is a strange business … keeping some secrets, divulging more critical ones – where the person would be better discussing it with a case manager or if another student might suffer. Here, there was nothing to discuss or share with anyone.

[note: no names provided here?]

Van Hellsing

Abandon all seriousness, ye who enter here. I thought it would stink, but it's remarkably funny -- to pick on. It hardly takes itself serious with a section like James Bond meeting up with Q:
Now pay attention Van Hellsing. One push on the end of this quill and nothing. Two clicks and a timer goes off, to ten seconds. Your carriage will be equipped with SCUD missles loaded with holy water. We know that Dracula has been seen in this castle. You must use this ... holy dagger of Antioch to kill him at exactly 1:17 am. Is that clear? Oh, and try to return your materials this time!

I watched it thinking about the Superfriends of the early 70s ... it was funny then. I guess it was a persepctive thing.
MR and I ripped it apart, while still enjoying some of its intentional comedy.

Jack Black

from Shallow Hal, had a scene when he was first in bed with Rosemary when he finds her undies or thong which are huge. He only sees petit Gweneth Paltrow, so the panties are an oddity to him.

If you are 400 pounds, your thong (which isn't in your size -- trust me) is King or California King size. Don't be King (or) Queen Thong. They aren't attractive on many. I personally don't find the cheek spreader nice, or attractive. They are, however easy to wash and easy require no real folding. They make great instant weapons (sling shots).

It's imagry and imagination and tangents ... I don't pretend to understand it.

King Kong

I finally saw the ... epic ... the journey ... the much too long movie.
I could make a list of things that were silly, but I'll stick with some simple ... problems:

the ship was trapped between rocks. There is Kong, not to ruin the movie, but "suspended". How did they get him to the boat, much less in the boat. The island part was much too much overdone. I understand it's a mysterious island and it's fantasy, but really! Peter? Did you ever capture a spider in a jar? Was it instantly hungry, no. It wanted out. Hey ... here's a part where something should be scared or busy escaping, but that isn't where the focus was ... too often, too silly. Also: I got a flat tire, I ran out gas, I didn't have any cab fare, an friend came in town, there was a hurricane, there was a tornado ... I swear to God it wasn't my fault. Okay, they're on fire ... now they must walk on a trapeze that's a fuse on both ends are TNT, and there are meteors crashing overhead ... but miraculously, they make it out. Huh?

I will say that Naomi Watts has big, deep eyes that you see often. Also, there wasn't any stupid wet T-shirt scene either, which was a plus.

Scott send a text message: The monkey dies.

Silly, but I believe he means ape and if you don't know the story of King Kong, well ... you live in a box perhaps?
I guess it was worth seeing, but not at full price. There were enjoyable scenes, and funny ones, intentional or not.
"pile up" scene was very silly -- land before time

Kiss me liberty or give me death!

You know the pictures on here might be stolen. Why do I say that? They had printed on them their old master, some Ollen Mills (Heywood) Jablomey. Tomorrow, I'll take the pictures in and get the dates erased. Then they'll be mine now.

from Warner Brothers, Der Fuhrer's Face. It was banned due to the depictiions of the Japanese in general. Nobody would wisely defend Hilter, Mousilini or Hirohito, or the Nazi machine. Depicting a group (race) of people innappropriately, well ... that's something different. I think the bombings do more credit to the cartoonist's work, than the fervor over it legitimacy.

I love USA ... we love it! I'm surprised that Randy Newman didn't repackage this song as I Love USA.

as unAmerican as Du bist scheist von deine Muter!

The Klan, the "Man" and the lack of plan:

Picking on the Jew is now less popular than picking on the Muslim. Who could have foreseen that coming, huh? I don't pick on Jews, don't tell jokes and am not anti-semetic, but those wagoneers who were are now on the new schtick! Picking on the "Arab" is the new Pole joke.

How many Arabs does it take ....

Jokes and puns are American, but in this "enlightented" era the Iraqis and Iranians are hard-pressed to find American propoganda posters defaming and debasing them. No so on the Iranian side as, "Death to the Satan [America] is still common." Now this nation still proclaims that cartoons are vile, foul, and evil? How about daily prayers for 3 - 4 decades. How about that? You don't see cartoons about the mind-washing (notice I didn't use brain -- thinking) that goes on there, denying persons access to education and reading of the Koran.

American should mean: Read, Think, Do (Be)! Skipping steps makes it unAmerican.

The hate groups, regardless the country and nationality and so-called agenda lack steps, making them unAmerican and therefore unworthy of note. Get bright, get sharp, get right, or get out!

W T D ?

I'm not easily understood. Unlike Dave Chappelle's, "How Well Do You Know Black People?" with:

Why do Black people like purple?
I don't know
That is
correct!

There are no simple answers here.

Who's got the sweetest disposition? One guess, that's who. He's the Don... you have to show respect.