Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Miraculous shot
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One gun to kill them all
well ... technically, a truckload of ammo and a gun and miraculous accuracy, luck, tactics, and determination, but if you hold your breath, I feel a man like you could do it!
I just looked at a criminal history (sex offenders) in the several zip codes making my city.
Shotguns, though leaving some chemical signature are relatively traceless, but only effective as close-quarter weapons with no potential for silencing. I did see the Extrme2 video, showcasing the very limited recoil autoshotgun, with 3/4 length barrel, 8-10 shot max load, farily lightweight (compared to other shotguns). At >$2,000, I'll wait on it, but lawyer season, courtesy of Dick v.p. has started. I like sex offender season should open soon too.
Frankly, putting them on a flotilla for navy shooting practice makes more sense and more quickly recycles the biomass, but that just won't happen.
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Trampoline shake up
not as tasty as the fair lemon shake up, but just as acidic ... stomach acids coming to visit me ... yuck! I spent 20 mintues bouncing, but my stomach spent another 15 after that. No amount of water could console my stomach. Puppy poop abounding ... not helpful for the stomach either.
I was with Cramers and Amanda; puppies chewing, brawling, crawling -- Charlie wanting only to play his games -- I was 'ill' so limited.
To the mix, a pizza (which I should have opted not to order, in favor of bread sticks & cheese, with gooey dough. Anyway ... a good time, but I was a disspointment for the kids as I will tired from working landscaping, then little rest ... illness following. I hope next time I can be a real person and feel well ... do and run and play.
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Saturday, May 20, 2006
conceptual science (2nd grade)
explanation: insects don't have real brains, in that they have nerve bulbs, humans however have to have brains to study science, get it?
... [sound of crickets]
Okay, anyway ... on to our story: Spiders differ from insects in the following ways ...
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conceptual science (2nd grade)
explanation: insects don't have real brains, in that they have nerve bulbs, humans however have to have brains to study science, get it?
... [sound of crickets]
Okay, anyway ... on to our story: Spiders differ from insects in the following ways ...
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shopping drones
garage sale this weekend -- yuck! I don't sell, don't buy, but am angry that I can't leave my place due to the gawkers who try to shop and drive at the same time. Yoikes! I'll just travel across the street, lines of vehicles along the street -- down to one vehicle traffic, and my kids will be as careless as I am, not looking expecting not to be killed.
When is it Sunday?
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Working
Project: restore a house that has been neglected for many, many, many (ten some) years. I put in time today to help, as my father was down to just one arm. It was okay, thankfully few "bosses" dolling out orders. We left around 11, putting in 2.48 hours in, and saw 3 trees chain-sawed into firewood. The inside filled a third or more of a dumpster. What a wreck! The foundation was also terribly cracked and a 15 pound chunk came out of it. The church owns the house -- and they can have it!
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Friday, May 19, 2006
Cultural Mural smut
I went with the folks to Liberty Diner
and saw a mural on the way. It was a whole side of a building on a "gentlemen's club", right next to hourly-rate hotels. Next to the hotel is a nice little diner with Greek flair, thematically Statue of Liberty
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Enjoying
in light of my anger ...
I got a great number of hugs today ... they were well received and welcome.
Oh, I'm an ____________, but I'm a charming and at-times, likable _____________.
I was also able, barely, to drop off thank you notes to a boy who wrote me a very nice note, writing that I was funny and a good teacher. Well ... I'll agree to funny-looking. Anyway, the year is closing and summer holds life anew -- something greener?
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Choking on spit and hate
Embittered by nothing, saying something sounding like 8 you, spluttering inconsistencies, or therefore ranting about things I can't change.
Criticize things you don't know about ... live outlong and have your knees removed
Lifetime probation for child molesters with permanent GPS trackers.
How do they know where we're going? Yeah! Gee, thanks!
What if it's removed. What if it doesn't work? Where would it be located? Who would keep track of it and what would they do about it if they had the information. It looks good only on paper. What would be nice is if they used it to keep them on target as the missile is moving in on them, or if a chopter has him (her) on target for quick removal, save the need for a street cleaner.
I'm a very angry man.
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War of the Worlds AD 07 (series) ep. xiii
Impacts!
Nuclear missiles have struck throughout Iraq.
Now, days after ... Iraq mobilizes any and all forces to attack Iran. It launches SCUDs first, destroying, what were towns. Unknown to them, nuclear weapons had vaporized many Iranian cities and towns, allowing the Iraqis to believe in a greater success on their initial attack.
Over the boarder many troops travel finding only waste and destruction. Large black, charred areas and volcanic black glass lies strewn throughout the desert. Only a few are allowed to be educated enough to find danger here, most are grunts, trained hastily, fairly well-armed, but ill equipped. Headlong to their victory, they believe -- in slaughter or in matyrdom.
Iraqi insurgents are gaining a larger foothold within Iraq. Under a semi-permanent cloud of dust, debris and communication silence, the US military is moving forward toward key cities. The insurgents race out to meet many of the military, finding no Iranian troops.
Sniper drones (unmanned drone aircraft with a sniper rifle and many rounds) skim above, and while dust provides the opportunity, they fell armed insurgents lurking in the dunes. A small section of desert is set up as a four week shelter and HQ. Large vehicles churn up the desert continually, shielding anything within the cloud. Jamming from the deposited electronics shroud nearly all of the Arabain area (viral spreading) with static.
Troops begin small forays into areas, assisted by stealth bombers, drones, and pre-launched working satelites.
Little aware are too many of the doon that awaits and the expunging of the "old world" for the new order.
AD 07 (Arab Destruction by end of 2007) appears to be on schedule.
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Idea infertility
Not coming to fruition, is one thing, but early lobe (uterine) separation leading to abortion of idea is typical with me. I could start thinking that I have an idea … changes, whimsical augmentations of the surroundings, expecting the joy of having the idea, but … no. It was not to be. As of late, my mind has been trying to impregnate a fine, too-be developed idea, but always, intrusions halt the process. Alas!
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Ska piano
Dueling pianos … unlike Daffy vs Donald, no explosives were used, nor boxing gloves or canes
Rachmanonov, Beethoven, Liberace
An interesting, seemingly unscripted work around 7 minutes
Writing Liberace, reminds me that there was a performer … no, I won’t go there.
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More Damnits!
I got back from work and things just went wrong, wrong, wrong … I'm still, “Damniting!”
I guess, suppose – Dell is shipping me my charger. They called saying that it would be yet ANOITHER week to get the thing. If I still wanted it, I had to call, otherwise they would cancel my order. What sense does that make? Anyway, after calling (only and LAST day to do so, and they just called me today), I got a hold of a person. She told me that it shipped today. What the?
Spilt milk, wheel is loose on lawn mower, connect died today, bills due, Verizon wireless won’t let you over pay a bill … pay a couple months ahead … yet, another damnit!
It was my first word as a child. Today it was my most frequently used, except maybe “quiet” to the class that would not hush.
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
Gaseous Clay
I should not have added onions to the salad. Interstingly enough, Mythbusters were examining flatus, aka lower G.I. gas. How ironic.
Not to mention, typical in school -- a sound or SBD, and the kids scatter to get away from it, pointing at likely suspects who all point in other directions. If a bomb goes off, should you worry who set it, or get the survivors out? I wasn't too worried about the perp, but hoping to get the kids' attention again.
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Monday, May 15, 2006
interview with "molester"
why not say rapist. ....
oh, that's right, rapist has no stong conotation ... painful alteration of a person via a sexual event
forceful vs eligible rape .... coercive, disabled rape where the placebo dead merger in vitimhood ... find victim and confince him/her that it's right
he was unremarkable ... noting that TV shows topless bathing youths which exaggerate impulses. Have yout ever seen the trekkie-collector ... fitting they profile, denouncing shirless bath commercials. I agree. Shirtless youths in a dangerous society ... not real ... fine witj a sociey with real value.
I elect not to perserve his life. Die [inset long line of profanities here] die!
Feel free to disavowoe me!
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radio city music room
blankity blank blank blank [music continues]
What I can't play, radio unsafe music, following the passing of a day where I chose to play a cluster of music.
Interesteingly, naive loud urbanites chose "African music", as it was instrumental Native American unknown music to the whole of the world, met with North and Central American 8th century ethnic, long-since passed identity pieces. Worse, dialects notwithstanding, cordinal directional persons having little knowledge of their ethnic specificality uncertain, I'm black ... right.
Most are more American than am I. I am 4th to 5th generation American mixed with unresearched American "sneaky dog next door", perhaps AmeriAsia. I'm in favor of what I heard when I was three and older. I'm amazed that I memorized when I was a child. Local channnels, I find that blues, rock, pop, and otherwise are my "fav" with 40s- 60's being more afulent with my being than the ska of 90s. Jazz ... ska, as related as 50 cent to Led Zepplin.
Persoanally, I like older jazz ... I like the older jazz
The ska, stuff .... as it were, can be skippped over
it's by time they bring horn to guitar .... little to some, music to others
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commercial sisters
woman 1: KY jelly
sister: pediacare
sister: bouquet
Similar, but not identifcal sisters. I find it funny that they showed commcerials in the order of KY jelly (heated version) with pedicare ... worked, eh?
They ought to run Linda Hamilton and her twin in commercials ... after 20 years of quite, dis-similar lifestyles, they are distinctly different.
Then again, they have the puffy-checked 17er's who do the double mint. I taught twins who could pair up for a literary masterpiece, unmatched by previous authors. [names exempted] are fantastic. They are methodical, whimsical, lyrical, inventive. I only hope their difficult middle school years don't shut down their fragile, yet precious persons. What a tragic loss, were they to never to show their wonder! In my city, proper, the local city schools have little to offer with safe and reasonable schools. My "ala matter" of middle school is now a virtual waste of humanity with little regard for humanity.
Sadism the common, parochial schools should see a burst of enrollment ... God rest their precious souls.
Last year, intentially burdoned with 25 pounds of water and a pack of 5 #s, biking at full bore for 5 miles, I met them, they recognize me, greeted with kindness; a smile; their father concerned, but forgiving. Yeah for him. Guard well ... listen.
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