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Will Smith is . . .

in nearly as many movies as Samuel L. Jackson.

Hancock; prepare for special effects and nothing-special acting or story. Uh, good ideas thrown together into a clump of coal for Christmas. Why not intro a personality turn-around yielding one and ONLY one hero? There were enough inconsistencies that it was bothersome.

One other little Easter Egg in the movie -- when the tornadoes are ripping apart the city, there is a too-tall man walking. perhaps a hint at a tangent story line.

Hancock, watch once. I think about Powerpuff Girls where the city of Townsville is torn asunder daily by monsters and the city manages to put it together again with what money? Movie too was cartoonish.

Merry Christmas 2008 pt. 1

Early for sure, but have a very Merry Christmas!
Santa sold separately.

guilty

If your cellmate's **** doesn't fit, he will won't quit.
Merry beatings and mistreatments O J Simpson, this season and all year long.

things you don't want to see in a restroom

The drain holes make a shape of ... aw, man!
"cute" tiles and a reminder of what the device is.

I grew up in a neighborhood so tough

even the Christmas display houses had broken windows. sloppy photo taken at a drug store.

playing virtual psychiatrist

This second part is really it's response to me talking about farting.

E 14 F

I have an indicator on my car showing direction and temperature.

I will argue that the F doesn't refer to Fahrenheit, but something more profain.When I am cold, I'll warm up with this. This picture courtesy of Cerpicio who is still a prisoner of the Sacristy.

3 for the price of 3

I got to see a choir concert (love of my life's daughter) on Tuesday, teach parallel parking. On Wednesday, my niece turned 21, but doesn't like the taste of alcohol. That's good for her. Thursday, I drove with the love of my life to see her daughter baptized. It was held in a youth-oriented church center. Summarized: church for kids.

It was a long trip there and back. 5 hours each way doesn't sound bad until you drive it. I-70 was very boring.

Google suggested 30 to 69 to 465, that was right. It was WAY OFF with suggesting 70 through Indy. That was congested and wasteful. We avoided that on the trip back. Sadly, there was a slow state patrol car slowing everyone down. We finished our trip at 2 am. We were tired.

We were hard-pressed to find a place to change, however the church had large restrooms and we changed there. Thank God for that!

It's a good thing I don't miss sleeping.

option C

Automakers offered another option, B to prevent bankruptcy. The US should offer option C:

Cash out of Union, thus making the Union bankrupt, alter salaries to make automakers competitive and realistic, sell all present not-selling cars at a HUGE discount cutting warehousing and taxes.

2 can play at that game

atheists want God out of D.C., which is kind of funny for I think God wants them out of D.C. Kentucky, where they use the term D.C. for that's the best of their spelling.

Orange jumpsuit Larry

not Leisure Suit Larry, by any means. Bible-thumping Mayor faces charges of bribery and more. I guess Sunday School classes skipped that whole "stealing" thing. When Larry Langford enters prison, I suspect the "lovin'" will be one-sided (or back-sided).

you only die "twice"

When you are evil, sometimes you get justice brought upon you. Here, Chemical Ali (not a rapper) is sentenced to die -- again. I can only hope he is executed, then exhumed to be executed again.

Charlie night

One night I got to see Charlie play football. It was fast, but Charlie wasn't really into it. Later we ate Indian food. Charlie and Tawnya palled around together and set about to tickle me. Charlie and Tawnya also battled it out on Guitar Hero.

Ted was OK, but not looking his best. Lori had more bad news as she was drifting away herself with min-strokes. Good parts of a day mixed with bad facets of life.

Thanks for dinner Keith!

What I missed, what I gained

I went with the love of my love to Indianapolis. We were to meet a friend of hers. While there I booked a hotel room. I looked around and found a comfy one for a good price. It is off-season so the price was better than I imagined. The room was bigger than my life.
That isn't a misstatement. I'm basic, I struggle and this had stuff I could not immediately use. The bed was nice; it was quiet; the kitchenette was great (went unused) and the bathroom had jets in the tub. Man was it relaxing for us to sit and unwind in there. She made it better with candles. I didn't bother with the mood music. By that late hour, we were so tired -- bed was for REST+.
We were able to meet my sister and brother-in-law for dinner and we ate Thai. The restaurant was cold and the food was spicy hot. The owner came out and talked a bit. He was used to minutes-fresh or hours-fresh in Thailand were they butchered on the spot, no freezing.
My sister and brother-in-law paid for dinner. Thank you!

My sinus infection prevented me from fully enjoying the weekend, but I enjoyed every positive thing about it.



While at her friend's I had a seventeen year-old cat sleep on my lap. He was a tired old man.

On the same weekend, I was supposed to go to my, "gosh-I'm-old-twentieth-high-school-reunion".

[rude word] "your mom", said FM.

all photos c/o M Reilly, who thoughtfully took these and sent them to me.

+ I won't specify the limited exception to this

From the life of Joshua

Jeff sent this to me for Thanksgiving. Gobble gobble.

quit not acquitted

I will happily omit and change names to "protect" people.

I worked for a place helping people with specific needs while generally in a home setting. I was given a review of many prospective "clients" and accepted an assignment with a mildly challenging person who had many problems. I will call this client, Brunhilda. Brunhilda apparently had some latent and not so secretive dislike for genders and creeds of people. I was on two lists of 'people who Brunhilda will not like'.

Brunhilda, as the name might picture it was of a person who liked eating. Sad to say, Brunhilda would endanger herself with her eating. The picture at the top shows the refrigerator. Since she had little control, she was protected from her impulses by this measure.

Brunhilda had other issues, but in general her resistance (even to her own loss) was her strongest characteristic. After weeks of working with Brunhilda, I folded. I could not help her and feared that paired with my ineffectual partner Tenille would lead to Brunhilda's demise. I was not willing to enable her death, and not willing to suffer through false allegations brought against me as Brunhilda had done in the past.

empty space

I have not been writing on my blog because I spend nearly every minute doing other things.

1. JOB Hunt
2. JOB Hunt
3. work with someone who makes my work feel unimportant. It is hard to enjoy your work when you
are made the enemy when you aren't.
4. Spend time with family and to-be family my girlfriend Tawnya (and her kids)
5. Spend time with friends
6. read news

7. other life issues, laundry, etc.
8. photography
9. blog?

update

First, I believe thanks to all the prayers and love given, Lori's surgery was fast and she got home a few hours after the surgery. I am very thankful and happy she is recovering. Her main concern, the wild woolly 90 pound puppies jumping on her.

I am glad to have you doing well Lori!

Lori

Lori has surgery soon. Keep her in your prayers. Send love, hope, prayer, kindness.

and Jack rested

It was terrible at the viewing. I didn't want, but had to see Jack. Damn that was terrible. I weighed more, or I thought I did, as if pillars holding my roof started giving way to the weight above. I was crushed and miserable.

Before I got there, I had no time to grieve. I had little time to grieve while there and when I got back, I had little time to grieve. I will fully let out soon before I burst.

The next morning was the funeral. Oh, but it was too quick. Perhaps I'm reading something into it, but I believe that Jack and God whispered a truth to me.

I looked again at the casket. That wasn't Jack. When I sat around the gathering of people -- there was Jack. Jack stayed and STAYS in the hearts and minds of those who knew him. I can see his wry smile and eye-twinkle in his children, and his compassion and love from all.

I wanted to hug him one last time. I wanted to see him smile one last time. I wanted to hear him one last time. There were a lot of lasts that I wanted. He would have suffered and so it would be to his suffering that I would have had him. I can't want that.

He has left a legacy far beyond genes -- family, but also in friends who he has touched, inspired, motivated, loved. They too have loved and found him to be a profound role model.

When people call out, "what is love", they don't know Jack. I know Jack, he's a friend, an uncle, an inspiration. I will, of course, miss his physical presence, but he has not gone. He is in everyone who ever met and knew him.

I expect to see Jack waiting for so many people to come to Heaven with him. He never looked down on people on Earth, he isn't now. He's still here, with us, teaching us not to look down either. Love, look forward, be a friend.

He has given his life to others. I can't write or ever say that my gift to him is equitable. Simple and lovable . . . I will miss our many before-lasts and our many lasts Uncle Jack. I love you and with you alive in others, past-tense is inappropriate.