When is a Bradbury free to look at it?

Do you not remember our class? I can't even think of which idiot you're talking about!

Are you
*Gasp*
kissing my ass?
Wow.
Cool.

What kind of car?
(most anything from the 50's and 60's is cool, by the way)
Where did you see it? If you saw it, chances are myself or someone I know did too....
I would be happy to take a look at it, considering how fine a job you did teaching me first aid, even in the company of the idiot the two of us had to work with the whole time....I won't mention his name....


And now for something completely different....

Jesse I'm going to update the firmware on my router sometime tonight, it may be down for a while...possibly for some time.
My cable modem, the actual cause of any problem that occurs:
Was made by 3Com (strike 1)
Is End of Life (strike 2)
Has no provisions to upgrade firmware, or even any revision history on same (strike 3)
And lastly: is entirely unsupported by the manufacturer. (I hate 3Com)
Unsupported to the point of not even being listed under their products. The version with USB is listed (but still not supported).
Ugh.

I may be switching to DSL in the near future, and going to all Allied Telesyn products. (if their stuff messes up, I can call their North American cheif of production and get it fixed) We use all ATI products in the district now, and even though we have had a few bugs, they still are very good to us.

Ugh.

Later.

I think Bradbury is wonderful. He was such an excellent first aid-er, as well as a wonderful computer boy. He's so nice. and I hear he knows about cars, too. I wonder if Bradbury would be so nice as to tell me if the car I want is a good car. It's very pretty, but it's from the 50s or 60s or something, so I probably need someone to look at it before I commit to buying it. Did I mention how wonderful Bradbury is?

Wish I could take credit for this, but it's from modernhumorist.com
News item: The last week of original episodes of Mister Rogers’
Neighborhood will air in August 2001.
Fred Rogers enters his "house" through the front door.
He sings "Won’t You Be My Neighbor," eyes misting.
He takes off his "work clothes" and puts on a sweater (smart
money says it will be red).
The universe begins to contract in a reverse Big Bang.
Fred zips up the sweater, takes off his dress shoes and
replaces them with sneakers.
Distant galaxies explode.
Fred feeds his fish.
Fred pastes pictures in a Final Episode scrapbook.
He sings a song called "Final Episode Scrapbook," the tears
flowing freely now.
The outer edges of our solar system are obliterated—first
Pluto, then Neptune, then Uranus.
Accompanied by incidental piano music, Fred cuts out little
construction paper stars.
Oceans boil. Volcanic infernos rage.
Fred sings "It’s Such a Good Feeling."
He is thrown to the floor by an earthquake.
The fish tank shatters. That weird stoplight shatters. Picture
Picture cracks and emits a human scream.
In the Neighborhood of Make Believe, frenzied mobs storm
the castle. Chanting gibberish political slogans, they rip King
Friday’s head from his body, realizing for the first time that
the monarchy is a puppet regime.
Fred’s mind begins to expand, opening new doors to
perception.
He suddenly finds himself in Korea, in an Army helicopter,
looking down at Mr. McFeely who has spelled "Goodbye" on
the dirt with hand puppets.
Fred joins in a group hug in the WJM newsroom with Mary
and Lou Grant and Handyman Negri.
Fred wakes up in bed next to Suzanne Pleshette and Purple
Panda.
Fred falls out of bed to the floor, holding his throbbing head.
He becomes aware of his entry into other realities—television
realities that are not realities at all. He understands the great
truths of existence and becomes jolted by visions of stellar
destruction, the eradication of all life in all neighborhoods. He
struggles to his feet, staggered by the discovery that he is
the center of existence, a conduit of infinite energy, the
stabilizing force in space, matter, and time.
He wills himself back to the Neighborhood of Make Believe. All
is ashes. Blood pouring from her ears, Lady Elaine pleads for
the release of death. Daniel Striped Tiger gnaws on Bob
Trow’s foot.
Fred waves his hand and the entire universe is restored. He
announces that he is never leaving the neighborhood. He
promises that everyone is special and that he’ll always be our
friend.
Everything will be all right forever.

Beer

doh. i think i'll have a beer.
ray. the guy who gives me beer.
me. the guy who drinks the beer
far a long long way to beer.
so i think i'll have a beer.
la la la la la beer.
tea. no thanks i'll have a beer.
that brings me back to beer!

Due to increasing product liability litigation, American Beer brewers have accepted the FDA's suggestion that the following warning labels be placed immediately on all beer containers:
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an asshole.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to SMASH YOUR HEAD IN!!!
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may cause you to thay shings like thish.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened to your pants.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with other members of the opposite sex without spitting.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may make you think you have mystical Kung Fu powers, resulting in you getting your ass kicked.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may cause you to roll over in the morning and see something really scary (whose species and or name you can't remember).
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter and more handsome than some really, really big guy named FRANZ.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe you are invisible.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.
WARNING:
The consumption of alcohol may cause a disturbance in the time-space continuum, whereby small (and sometimes large) gaps of time may seem to literally disappear.

notice as well :

we havent been getting posts from Jimmoi or Jeff.

Well / Jimmoi has no rational excuse / so today in the 5min I see him before I leave work I will yell at him and tell him to post a big long uber post to make up for his absense. or well, tomorrow / because he'll have no choice or excuse for " I ran out of internet "

as for Jeff / well you see I showed up at his house unexpected one day / we ( him and me and andy ) were going to go out and have a good night on the town. So guess what. He isnt home... where could jeff be? Off at his bloody girlfriend's house because something about someone dying again. No offence, but just when things seems to be going to have fun with him included / God seems to take it upon himself to have someone around her die off to yank him out of my social circle. whurgh. The bonus, however, is that he's left alone with a young woman in her own household with no parents for what ... two weeks? maybe more?

...

*COUGH*

yeup.
as for the rest of you slack-jawed losers,
POST SOME INTERESTING STUFF WHY DONT YOU?

well... actually ... mike, jesse, kimberly, goldfeish and bradbury have become major sources of entertainment. hee hee.

keep up the good work!

Finished Dune - a book which takes ecology, planetology, sociology, politics, morality, ethics, suspense, drama, and science fiction and throws them all into one big universe of a fantasy land. Fantasy writers eat your heart out / not once did he use something like " The firey breath of the dragon leapt out from the cave to remind the dwarf that deep within himself there lay a dragon as well. "

what the fuck.

I damn well hate D&D fantasy novels.
stupid things.

in any event.
more things.
My birthday makes it way to my doorstep on Sept. 4th
plans?
well it recently hit me that I have sunday and monday off.

so this is my invitation to anyone on the board to my house / sunday / from noon to around five - o - clock / a mini BBQ of sorts / you can show up anytime from whence I've stated / if you need directions just go and email me / if you want to eat something ( anything ) you have to bring something ( anything ) for others to eat as well. I dont know if I will be the Barbeque-er. Merely because last time all I did was cook. Oh. It's more of a " Im 20 and have a day off from work " celebration than some bullshit whatever-holiday about what " labour day " is suppose to be about. Unless labour day is a holiday about having a day off from work. then I'm fux0red.

If you notice / Im not putting much thought into this / if you dont show up / dont worry / I dont mind. And I'm not forcing any *birthday present* shit onto anyone / but if you feel like throwing something of some monetary value at me for not dying off in twenty years thus so far - I'd accept it with a warm smile and a thank you. . . Dont expect any god-damned singing however.

again / I had a really good post / but forgot what it was.
blasted.

it can get pretty lonely being the guy that lives on the other side of the country than the rest of the board

The most overused phrase in my lifetime directed at me is “Don’t think so much about the future, focus more on the present”. There isn’t, however, any logic in “focusing on the present”. Action is always directed toward the future; it is essentially and necessarily always a planning and acting for a better future. Its aim is always to render future conditions more satisfactory than they would be without the interference of action. The uneasiness that impels a man to act is caused by a dissatisfaction with expected future conditions as they would probably develop if nothing were done to alter them. In any case action can influence only the future, never the present that with every infinitesimal fraction of a second sinks down into the past. Man becomes conscious of time when he plans to convert a less satisfactory present state into a more satisfactory future state. The present is, from these aspects, nothing but an ideal boundary line separating the past from the future. I can understand the statement, being an over-analyzer, but it seems impossible to be anything but a tad over-zealous about the future. Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it and those who live in the present are stuck in the past. Worrying, however, never did anyone any good.

Dev I agree-the kind of stupid crap I could get away with in high school I now find myself unable to do so.....but now that I have a job and bills I also find myself less likely to try-all my other friends from school thought I was turning lame---until they started working 40+ hours a week. Now we just sit around and watch TV whenever we do anything. Mostly everyone is busy. Strange.

Anyhow.

PAINtball.
How about next Saturday, the 8th?
I think maybe I can get some people-three or four possibly.
We’ll see.

Later.

Feeling sick? Time to see D.R.Lightwater
D.R. Lightwater make sad people blind, he make them grind and sweat in hot, slippery motions. Make them wriggle in stupid, happy jestures and rosewater breath that stinks like ichy flesh all covered in a melting substance. "Here, these will make you better." He holds out pills all purple yellow filled and made with exotic nightmare ponies, tiny colored whirlpools, mad faces and oozing, odd looking, everydayness.. To make sad people blind with. Take them, wake up. Tomorrow, Yesterday, This evening, I'm feeling sick, time to see D.R. Lightwater
Sadness is a burlap ovary that ovulates daily and is fertilized by passing strangers. Their faces, like amphibians, all cold and mucose covered, looking at you oddly with unseeing fishscale eyes, make you shiver dreary eyed and helpless. Felling sick ? See D.R. Lightwater

HE take the pill, sit, and write all woozy " Existence is what I am talking about.. Quite an unexpected situation. I mean the nowness of what is as we see it. By see I mean more than what vision aprehends, but also, the perception derived from it. As I stare into my coffee cup, I do not see a brown fluid all homogeniously mixed with little particles, but rather, I percieve what I see to be thus."... He is lost, like in a rainy afternoon when things are silent but for drippy silly rain, and sitting with some colored grimace, your flesh crawls and excretes a little extatic soul jism.. I see an exotic nightmare pony .. It make sad people blind with ...

Write " We see the nowness of what is in our preception of arrangements of what is, as we see it. And this is what I mean by existence, the being present for the presenting of the nowness of what is." D.R. Lightwater is tickled purple.. He reaches down and grabs a puppy, all stupid happy with rosewater breath that stink like ichy flesh covered in a melting substance.. We all love D.R.Lightwater.. even as he cuts the bowls out and ties a knot to hang the puppy by a hook.. hanging from it's bowls dripping with some oozy mucose.. looked at by strangers with amphibian faces..My sadness clenches, turns and writhes and whimpers like a sleeping dog... It ovulates and is fertelized by strangers.. I gestate boredome in the hard parts of my burlap ovary..
I writing "The being present is to be percieved in the nowness of what is, as we see it, and is indubitably to be brought forth in the presenting of what is. We are at once percieving and being percieved in the presenting of what is. Thus we arrive at our existence as we, ourselves, are now, in the nowness of what is as we see it and laid out before us in the presenting, we find ourselves in being present."
Writing ".. cunfusing purple colors spin around me glazing rooftopes and dirty cellars. Young people make made slimy moans and slide around on one another. Old things age and sick and guffaw like blinded sad people die in stupid pattering raindrops of hormone extacy..
Writing "There laid out before me, in the presencing, is the bare nakedness of what is, coated in the thick beguiling frame of everydayness. The frame that covers with arrangements of ideas.. The frame occupies and replaces what is brought forth in presencing and oe'rlays perception with obligation........"
Time to see D.R.Lightwater...............................

Wow, nobody is posting anymore. So, I am prompted to post. Bonnie you are like the Kennedys with the exception that the Kennedys die quickly - BANG! they are dead. Joe Kennedy Jr. shot down in battle, John Kennedy shot dead during parade, Robert Kennedy shot dead in hotel kitchen, John Kennedy Jr. plane crash - dead on impact. I hope this post finds your sister feeling better.

Man, I am so excited for school to start. I think that is because I get to boss people around and I have not been able to do that all summer. My cats don't take orders well. The dog is okay at directions but it is not the same.

I completely understand why people say high school is the best time of your life - no mortgage, no significant bills, you can do really stupid things and blame them on youth, everyday you get to go to a place where your friends are and hang out and do virually no work to get a diploma. Sure, there are drawbacks like parents and no money and having Mark Waterbly announce to the entire cafeteria that you are the ugliest girl in school - oops, I digress - but life gets more difficult as you get older.

Don't get me wrong. It is good being old too, except the whole being old thing. Being an adult has a lot of freedoms. People always look at the past and think of the good old days. But with age comes wisdom and perspective. It is all relative.

i'm not dead. not that anyone know me anyhoo.

Well I did survive the ride home, after I left the bar last night.

No promises about the trip in this morning.

a day in the life of the goldfish:

7:00 AM - 8:00 AM : wake up. depending on which day. on every other friday wake up at 10:45 AM
8:00 AM - 1:00 PM : generally go to class. none are earlier than 8:00 AM and none are later than 12:40 PM
1:00 PM - 12:00 AM : sit in dorm. generally in front of computer.
12:00 AM - 7:00 AM : sleep

then begins the cycle all over again.

boo

in high school they told you that those were the best years of your life. we laughed.

now they're saying college will be the best years of your life. i laugh.

i'm supposed to get a job but i don't have the motivation.

i'm starting to feel really apathetic since i started college. i think there's a direct correlation.

DVD players are fun. they don't play burnt CDs. boo@that. braveheart on DVD. yes. crouching tiger hidden dragon on DVD. oh yes. fight club on DVD. indeed. especially since you can pause right on those parts when tyler durden pops up before edward norton meets him. fun





fin

I might buy a DVD player.
go figure.

and wow. posting has reached an all-time low.
again . . .

Im reading Dune.
one hell of a way to start a book.
I had a really good post before I left to go get a bank account . . .
well ...

I forgot the post.
fuck.

"Ok now that we have the motor, we'd better concentrate on brakes, or we'll spend a lot more time and money replacing front bumpers and hoods" - Unknown.

"Cornbread-Ain't nothing wrong with that."-Chris Rock

Nice quotes though.

Damn you, Napster.
I was going for first.

Wow......another weekend blown by working and getting things accomplished.....this must be maturity or something.

Well, maybe maturity is a bit harsh.

Anyone want to see the {road} car that scored the best of all time in crash tests?

Special.


Don't you just love it?
The Renault Lagunda.
There's a sport version.
Whatever that means.....I don't know much German, so the site doesn't come across so well.
And I thought Renault was French.

Heh.
Onward-

Good to hear someone else is getting their thing going.
Just starting to get the motorsports thing going for myself.
It's not easy, similar to getting a career in music....you can spend a long time at the amateur level, doing local stuff, never really making it anywhere. In both industries, it really takes either amazing skill, luck or the ability to kiss sponsor ass to get anywhere.
Interesting, isn't it?

urgh counts.
It says more than enough.
Now, ugh is another thing, but urgh is acceptable.

Foo.

Bar.

Later.

No, no I don't think so. "urgh" does not count as a real post on any kind of post counter type thing. No matter how heartfelt and full of 'feelings' it may be, it just doesn't work.

White Russian = good drink!

urgh.

Ha! I am so very extremely buff! I joined a gym, and best of all. . .

I have {finally} LEARNED HOW TO SWIM{somewhat}!!!!!
I know, you all wish you were as special as me!

i have come to the conclusion that audiogalaxy FUCKING SUCKS. I can't connect to the fucking server. Ever. Well, I did for a few minutes this morning. Long enough to download 4 songs. Woopie. I tried aimster as per the advice of one mud, but it wouldn't work either. So, I gave up on that. I'm about to, against all of my best insticts, try iMesh. The I will retreat to mIRC if that doesn't work.

BTW, a good band to listen to if you're a bit sodded off is Linkin Park. not the greatest music ever, but it's hard, loud and abrasive. i hadn't known about them until a few days ago. thus my discovery was made. anywho, i'm just bored waiting for someone to take me home from this one horse town called morehead in which i am now attending college. what a boring little hellhole. don't go to college. it ain't worth it. get a job. no wait, go to devry and get your 3 year BA and land a 60k/year job in a year and a half. sometimes i wish i had done that. bah. no i don't. computers suck.

and on a final note: www.unamerican.com. fun stickers. cheap too. and if you order a "cops smell funny" sticker and they're out of them, they'll send you a bunch of "fuck work" stickers in compensation. neat-o.

something of note

I have found that when I listen to the radio today ( I also fed 20520 sheets into a machine, by the way ) I was listening to 102.5 / the oldies station. And something I noticed / That in the past / I believe back when my father was ... young and ... bucky ... or something / and my mother had long flowing hair down to her buttocks / and the world was full of hippies and so on / I guess the concept / or " word " LOVE actually meant something / and what did it mean? it meant FUCK ME LIKE A HURRICANE

that is what I have surmised from all the songs they played today.
and I cannot get " I feel like makin love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making loooovvveeeee tooooo yooou. " out of my god-damned head. stupid song. I feel like mak.... I feel like bashing the song into it's non-existant head, thats what.

one more thing / I also came to listening to 98.1 / the classical station.
It almost put me to sleep. and it made my feet hurt. you know why? they werent playing any *upbeat* classical. so I changed the station to 104.9 / they had some ok tunes / then a guy came over and told me that he was actually on it / so we waited for awhile ( a long while ) and the next thing you know " Hey funkymonkey rules because it plays good *bleep* that I can listen to while working, not no lovely dovely bull*bleep* or *bleep* like that." ... I laughed. because it was him. and he was on the radio. and he was standing in front of me. go figure.

I eventually got tired of that and stuck in my beethoven's 9th tape that Jimmoi conviently gave me. ... seems their tape player didnt work. damnit. so back to oldies I went.

I feel like makin love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making love ( da da ) ( choom ) ( da da ) I feel like making loooovvveeeee tooooo yooou.

I'd like to work for hospital security sometime, really I would. I found myself watching 'Blade' tonight on TNT because I'm bored as hell... As this woopie-im-a-vampire-man escapes from the hospital he's shot at... by a high powered sniper rifle! That, is what I call security. heh.

Pepsi One tastes like crap, no way in hell is its slogan true. "Tastes more like a regular Cola"

Went to the gym today, my usual weekly type thing - greatest thing happened. Two things actually. The exebitionist chick was there again (fun fun), and I watched someone get punched in the face. Coolest thing, even did 'a Rocky' and spit some blood as the punch finished. At least it looked like blood, maybe it was just spit. shrugs

When I'm stressed out I like to shoot my friends with a paintball gun, oh yes. Especially ones on a house that aren't ducking all the way - head shots are great...


staggers off to bed

Wow-blogger has been around 2 years now...
How long have we been here?
anyway......

I do.

Later.

IF GOD INTENDED US TO JUST WALK THROUGH WALLS AND LOOK THROUGH THEM AS IF THEY DIDNT EVEN EXIST HE WOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE ABILITY TO ... OPEN PIECES OF THE WALL WITH A KNOB AND THEN PROCEED TO WALK THROUGH THEM / OR MAYBE PIECES OF SEE-THROUGH WALL THAT WOULD ALLOW ONE TO PERCIEVE THAT WHICH IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF IT. BUT GOD DID NOT GIVE US THESE THINGS. WE MUST ATTEMPT TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE THESE THINGS POSSIBLE FOR THE BENEFIT OF ALL MANKIND. JUST THINK OF IT. A WORLD OF WALKING AND SEEING THROUGH WALLS.

IT WOULD BE ... ENCHANTING.

if it squeels when you poke it with a red-hot piece of metal shaped like a spear . . . .

well then it probably isn't a rock.

I am the queen of the first post.

finally, i got connected here at college. ethernet, yay. porn at lightening fast speeds! icq is however taking an eon to download. sum'bitch! i thought that internet would quince my bordem, but i was sadly wrong. college is boring. at least my classes are easy and i don't have to worry about that. in fact my hardest classes are probably painting technique and drawing 1. yesh, well, enough of that. i need to download the sims. computer games have re entered my life in a huge way since i've come to college. in the hours i sit in my dowm room i play gangsters 2 way too much. good game. blah. ah well.

dragon ball is the greatest cartoon ever. master roshi is a huge pervert. hehe. he wants bulma to show him her belly button. hehe. he's a pimp. then after dragon ball is an hour of dragon ball z! YES! and thus is the extent of excitement of college life. if it doesn't get any better than i'm outta here.

well zen. ta ta

the world is a crazy, crazy place.

I wonder why.

So there I was, close to 1am in the morning - no posts were posted - the excitement rose - I crunched my "Honey Nut Corn Flakes" ( damn I love honey ) - everything was... good.

Cereal, music, nice pen to fill out bartending paper work, playboy zippo lighter for my future patrons, fan blowing cool air into my room, laundry finished... and I was first.

Demon eggs come from Wilcox farms... Devil chickens... nods silently to himself

Usually I am happy on rainy days because it means that I get to eat soup. YUM! However, today it seems to raining crap on my head - figuritively speaking of course. Why do people feel the urge to make other feel bad? Especially people they don't really know? Why do they go out of their way to say cruel things? Don't they feel bad later? Is it because they are mean? because they are insecure? because no one loves them? because they are stupid? because they are evil? All of this is not to say that I never say mean things but I don't say them Eminem's or Fred Durst's faces.

At least I am getting something from this. I am going to start being more constructive. Try to look at the positives more often. And when someone is going out of their way to be cruel to me, I will yell at them. Yah! That is constructive. Yah!

By the way, those aren't demon eggs; they are lucky.:)

I use to have a theory about how people strive to forget that one day they will die through the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures / such would be any sexual act or the ideal of materialism.

then fight club came with its :

YOU MUST FACE THE FACT THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL DIE

and again / I was deprived of my own mind.

so I've been trying to think of something else that is as general and infected in western culture that I can bitch about asides from death.

and the only thing I keep getting is death.

that pisses me off.

A grand day, the insurance company runs me all over Ft. Lewis... "You'll have to contact the registar's office for that" - "We'll transfer you, hang on please" etc etc.

I return home after a nice confusing trip to college... Ooh yes I'm hungry, I want some damn food.
I think to myself "I like eggs, breakfast sandwich..." So there I am, fryin up some eggs to put on a sandwich.

The frying pan is heating up, the bread is in the toaster and... Woa! I've got demon eggs!
Yes that's right, demon eggs! I crack those suckers on the frying pan and there's two - you count em two yokes!

... I'm at a loss for words, staring at my egg samich wondering, dumbfounded, in awe.
Demon Eggs...

quick, then sleep

at first. . .
i was confused.
then I read Napster's " man does she have a lisp "
and was like > " Yes, but why? "

and then I got it.
and then I laughed.
and then I got pissed off.

I damn well hate that woman now.
merely because I knew she'd use me as some sort of anectdote.

blooody hell.

Mithter Collinth,

Gueth who wath talking about you at a teacher'th meeting thith morning? Thith perthon wath talking about me ath well and I wath only five feet away. In fact, thith individual wath talking about both of uth at the thame time. It ith nithe to know that you are not forgotten, huh?

Hello Heather...

Sorry I took so long to get back to you, I've been busy. I have been having
a wonderful time here in Sweden. I start school tomorrow. hehe... That is
Monday here. I'm nine hours ahead time wise.

Let everyone know Iäve said 'hi'. This dumb computer I'm on won't let me
post on the slugs page so... anywho, I have to get going. I think I will
make an arrangement with someone back home to post for me. We'll see.

Slug on the other side of the world,
Tarwyn

secret to happiness:
Aim for the best.
Hope for mediocrity.
Expect the worst.

Never fails.

Later.

mike's post earlier : but w/ links :

SEX is the most important thing in the universe!"
So today I was thinking to myself "Is there any reason for living ?".. and I thought that was a good question to ask the internet.. the internet knows lost of things.. it seams the more we tell it, the more it knows... but does it know the reason for living ?.. The answer is YES IT DOES! .. but before we do that, I found a great game while on my adventure. It is called "NAIL JESUS TO THE CROSS".. can you nail jesus to the cross ?.. fun and excitement for the whole family ! .. Its at http://www.tommunism.com/games/viewer.php?id=nailjesus*
... It takes some getting used to, so at first when you miss a lot you will have to deal with jesus calling you a fag... this helps to motivate one to trow those nails !..

Okay so what is the reason for living ?.. Its very simple .. Any average biologist would tell you, there is no more meaning to life than reproduction.. but is this true ?..
I thought at first that since the internet is a monument to human thought and communication, that whatever was most "talked about" or communicated by people via the internet would give me a good idea of what is most important in human life... what is it ?.. well It is SEX.. So I was not content with this answer.. Hence, I went to the good old search engine google.com and ran a search for "My reason to live".. mostly I found that women prefer to live for their children, young girls for their lovers.. man for their wives ... etc... So it seams that the biologists were correct... the most important thing in human life is reproduction, hell it is even a nearly universal reason to live.. who knew sex was the meaning to life ?... here are most of the links that I found to other peoples "reasons for living".. just to prove my point...

http://robtsheperd.tripod.com/faith.html
http://www.clothmonkey.com/reason.htm
http://ws5.com/love
http://users.cgiforme.com/fbendz/messages/344.html
http://www.geocities.com/billy_the_p/my_wife.html

http://www.themonthlypost.com/reasonliving.html
http://www.gla55pak.com/lameduckie/april/reasonforliving
http://www.angelfire.com/nj2/lovingyou/reason.html







http://www.gorrety.de/family.htm
http://www.geol.ucsb.edu/~adams/personal.html

I think this proves my point !~


yeup.

I'll shoot with a different take.

The way I figure it / is that when you've got no " goals " or " aspirations " - when you expect nothing to happen - then everything that does happen is a pleasantry.

Take for example relationships.

Dont bother with them. One day, when you're not bothering with them / a girl will come and slap herself upon your lap and you'll havent the slightest idea what to do with her. I find that most of the time the reasons why people want relationships is merely because they've got nothing else to focus on. A relationship isnt something you go down to the local supermarket and pick out of the fresh vegitable lane / it's something that happens. It shouldnt be forced. It shouldnt be something that one needs to fret over. If you look at it statistically - there are far uglier people than those who are on the board with wives... just yesterday in Sharis there was a man who had just gotten married. I laughed. Mike said :

" Enjoy your wife "

the lesbian, maggie, laughed. I dont believe the shackled man heard him. Another crazy thing about relationships is that once you're in them, you dont appreciate them / and once you're out of them / it's the only thing one could want.

So the trick, as I mentioned before / is NIRVANA.

No. I'm not advising you to go buy an album by Kurt Cobain.

Nirvana. Free of want. give up. When you've found that nothing is going your way - take "your way" and toss it out a window. Let life have it's way - and instead of making existance work for you / let yourself work for existance.

Something I've just learned in my experiences.

Also : when you associate yourself with people whom have aspired and achieved greater than yourself . . . you are just asking for jealousy and envy to jump start their engines in your little soul. You ( Aaron ) once ranted about how Joe gets all the things you want. The thing you should realize is that Joe is Joe, and You are You. Stop wanting to be Joe and start being yourself.

Once, a long time ago, I found that I had become nothing more than the collaborated ideas, wishes, wants, aspirations, and visions of those around me all mulched up into one being. I had no real " self. " - So I shunned everyone away. I went into deep introspection to find " myself " - and I believe it is something that very few people ever do. I know who I am.

I know very few people who can say the same.
very few.

but those who dont know what they are / always know what they want.
Or where they're going life. Or where they'll be tomorrow. Or what their future will be like...

These are things I dont really have down for myself.
Because although I have found out the reality of " self " for me.
The world is an entirely different, huge, multifaceted being which I cannot ever comprehend. An attempt at predicting where I will be tomorrow, or what I should want, or what my future will be like will only be superimposed fabrications of things whos probability of happening are entirely dependant on how well I know any and all beings asides from myself.

... and if it is difficult to know oneself. . .
how difficult is it to know others?

I don't know what I'm talking about.
something is inside me.
and it's bugging me.
really weird.

and so it goes. . .

85?
Try 120.
Seriously though, it may seem strange, but the more you do it, the more predictable it gets.
Eventually it becomes second nature.
Of course, that car wasn't made to be predictable or fun above freeway speed, but it will have patterns, and if you learn them along with a few driving techniques, the act of motoring becomes addictively fun.
ugh.
another long day, this one without pay-but worth it.

Later.

"raw, pure, violent emotion"

exactly what my " style " of poetry avoids at all costs.

as to me, emotion is an internal conflict.
something " not quite right "
trying to trigger it in other people, intentionally seems....
well... diabolical.

also.
I was going 85 down 507 last night at 3am listening to Beethoven's 9th
you wouldnt believe how weird it is controlling a car that fast.
crazy day. fun stuff.
I have the 9th ringing through my head.
....
yeup.

as for WWP - it being a warez site, it probaby doesnt exist anymore.
try http://www.fivestarwarez.cjb.net/ for funzo links to warez

...
and so it goes.

ADSL is [Asynchronous Digital Subscriber Line], which is what 99.999% of home DSL is.
It just means that the upstream and downstream rates aren't the same, downstream is higher.
Of course, there are many different types of DSL,

Easy way to tell whether you have DSL or cable-look at the "Modem"
If a round, cable TV coax cable goes to it, with a screw-on connector, you have cable. If it connects to your phone line, via a flatter, wider phone cord with a click-in connector, you have DSL.

QWorst is, well, QWorst.
If you're happy with ATT broadband, don't mess with it.

Later.

Yes, DSL/ADSL/Cable modem rule.
Dual bonded T1's is a good setup too....

First. I want you to know that I am nude.
I got home. I stripped nude.
Here I am. sitting in my chair. balls flopped over the side.
I am nude.

Second.
I took a shit / and the door was left open.
ha ha ha.

Third.
In the freezer are eight, count them, eight burritos.
all mine.
... oh ... heavenly day.

oh.
stats.
total "egg carton seperators" made today?
7249.

eh heh.

Whazzat?


Whuh? James is mean? Why i do believe you are wrong.

I am mean. Greaahhhh. I am the true incarnation of mean.

Actually, if you ask james, and remind him of a certain car-ditch incident, then he might agree...
no, wait...he'd call me a psycho or something...bah, like he's qualified...

I'm qualified. Do you hear me?!?! I am. After all, i'm paying 15,000 or so a year to be called "qualified", so i ask you...

who is smarter?!

I know, i know, it is obvious.

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Note to board-James is mean.

Yeah-I passed my last Nursing test today. I'm an EMT and a CNA. SO, then, what does it mean to be a CNA? Not much, except now I can go on to my next adventure-phleobotomy. I just need a few patients for practice.

Any volunteers?

Last Night


Damn.

Well, this is my last full day in my dorm, and my last night's sleep in my dorm for 5^1/2 weeks. Then i'll be back. I had quite a deal of stuff up here to pack, but i'm virtually done. That's good. I'll remember not to bring too many things with me when i move back up here.

It bugs me that i have to move out for a lousy 5 weeks. It is such an extreme hassle because its takes forever to get all this stuff back into the dorms, and there are going to be so many people moving back into the dorms on move in day. It's insane. Oh well...i'll deal. I've done it in the past...blah.

I also hate this move because i can't focus on getting a job up here and making enough money to support myself during college. It would be nice. I thought about working at Target^tm again, but i don't know if that's a likely option. I'll consider it. I don't feel like doing flow anymore though, and i may actually decide to work with the customers for a couple of weeks.

Still, i don't know if i want to do that. Plus, that means i have to pay for car insurance all over again, and i'm a little broke for that. Ugh. See, its an extremely viscious cycle that is really hard to escape from. Oh well, i figure that i pay for insurance and then work and make it all back. Still, it sucks nonetheless.

It will be a good break from college i suppose. Except for the fact that overall i am enjoying college, my classes, and life up here in general. Mostly i suppose its because there "feels" like there is more to do up here. [That may not actually be the case.] And of course, i had my own room with no parental units or siblings to bug me. Oh my friends, after tasting what freedom feels like, it is hard to leave it, even if it is only for 5 weeks.

I don't know if i'll be doing anything this saturday. Possibly. When i get home tomorrow afternoon, it will depend on how tired i am and how withdrawn i will probably feel. You think i'm joking but i'm not. It may just end up being a day where i sit back, listen to music, and finish Catch-22. I am almost done, so it will feel great to finish that.

Also, i am working on studying my ass off for calculus coming up in 6 weeks.

Yes, its kind of a sad way to spend my Saturday, but i really want to finish that book.

Plus, it made fun of psychiatrists. It was damn funny stuff.

Okay, well i've wasted enough time. I'm gonna get some more stuff done. Hell, maybe i'll even call jOe and see if he got that job at Chevron. That could be interesting.

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note to self : shave
... yes.

My goodness, who is that hot EMT posting? Could it be? Why, yes! Heather is the new EMT on the board. Man, that Heather rocks so hardcore.

Lawrence is...Lawrence. Interesting. Different. He would fit in here, I think.
But he doesn't spend much time on the net.
I guess he's the smart one.

Welcome to life, Jesse. Try to not let it get you down

I suppose that was a little harsh, and not quite what I meant. More like, welcome to [post-high school, lousy-fucking-job, complacent, stuck-in-a-rut "American Dream" bullshit] life. Even though you are still in school, it's good you can get a taste of what to avoid....

SO....

Finish high school.
Go to college.
Do what it takes to get a job that doesn't leave you depressed riding the bus,
You don't necessarily need to "get an education"
But it helps.

Have you seen the movie "American Beauty?"
That's what I'm talking about
wait....not the whole {lusting after the daughter's friend} thing. I meant the {waking up to realize that where you're at is exactly where you've been trying to get, but nowhere near happiness or where you wanted to be prior to becoming "successful"} part.

A GED won't take you anywhere. The military doesn't even like them. Everyone I know who just gave up and got a GED is getting nowhere slowly.

Fuck.

I'm exhausted. Time for sleep.

Later.

I shall tell you all about my "rise to power" through bartending. Don't wanna hear it ? Well, shut up and pretend to like it.

In the words of Douglas Coglan (Bryan Brown in "Cocktail")

"Handsome all knowing bartender."

"Name of the game is women. Skirts are rising, when you can see the color of their panties, you know you've got talent." ( not quite a correct quote, was too lazy to stop the video again. )

"The bartender is the aristocrat of the working class, he'll make all sorts of moves if he's smart. There are investors out there, there are angels, there are suckers,... there are rich women with nothing to do with their money."

I'd like to draw special attention to the words "Handsome and all knowing" also, "aristocrat of the working class". ( The working class would consist of the rest of you... fellows. )

Quite nervous about Friday, it's final test day. One hundred questions and a speed test of 12drinks in 7 minutes or less. Twelve random drinks out of the 118 which I was taught.
I've done this in 5mins 7secs - but I'd squeel ( yes, squeel ) if I got an even 5mins on Friday.

also.
in the past two days I have :

stacked 43400 boxes.
fed 33885 corregated sheets.

the sheets, yesterday / were fed at 9000 per hour.
the boxes, two days ago / were stacked at 15000 per hour.

I dont care for the math.
all in all, expect a more ... " nice " post when I have time to ...
... not be in pain.

1. i do more than you, i administrate more than you, i do the template, i also invite most, and I fix HTML errors / shrink text / fix links / and so on.

2. you blather on about how you're an aministrator - the only reason why she thought you were an administrator is because she happened to see a post with you, yet again, blathering on about being an administrator. If you notice - rarely ever do I take credit for actually *fixing* things - wherein I just fix them.

3. we all know that all " great men " have no real stance in time, history, or fact - merely because it was always the " smaller, more smart men who didnt either want popularity or had it stolen away from them in some random mishap " guy who did most of the work until some shmuck stops by - takes the credit - and HOOP LAAAH, makes it in the books...

4. I spell the word " won " correctly / and have edited to reflect so.

fjaagh;.
isnt it great when you dont care that you've just made up a word that has no meaning and is hard to pronounce?

Ceremonium - hey, its not everyday that you can invent a word that just sounds that prestigous


It is a proud day for me (not really), when i get to find out that our illustrious little bloggin' area receives an award. James, you have outdone yourself yet again. We have apparent{ly won} an award from a contest that james placed loose slugs in.

Isn't that all so wonderous and beautiful. Yes, i thought so too.

So now, without further ado, i present to you all, the wonderful award that each and everyone one of you helped to achieve.

Now, don't you all feel special. I'm all a'tingle.

Isn't so...awww...words can't even begin to descibe it.

Here is the attached message that was also sent to me:

One of the bloggers at _l_o_o_s_e__s_l_u_g_s___.:::ó applied for one of my
site awards, and smart as I am, I of course forgot the email-blank out of my
form, so I have not the slightest clue who it was. However, from the posts
on the blog, I figured you were the administrator (or at least one of them
if there are several) and the one to email about this. *g* So,
congratulations, your site has won the Erratical Winds -award that I give to
weird sites! I was for a moment about to give you guys the award for
interactivity, but thought this would fit you better... And thanks to the
background graphic on the blog-page, I now have "Who Let the Dogs Out"
ringing in my head. =P

-Jenni
Windy Hills

That's all for now.

Oh...on a side note, i think its quite interesting that out of james and i, i was the one who seemed like the administrator more.

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"SEX is the most important thing in the universe!"
So today I was thinking to myself "Is there any reason for living ?".. and I thought that was a good question to ask the internet.. the internet knows lost of things.. it seams the more we tell it, the more it knows... but does it know the reason for living ?.. The answer is YES IT DOES! .. but before we do that, I found a great game while on my adventure. It is called "NAIL JESUS TO THE CROSS".. can you nail jesus to the cross ?.. fun and excitement for the whole family ! .. Its at *
... It takes some getting used to, so at first when you miss a lot you will have to deal with jesus calling you a fag... this helps to motivate one to trow those nails !..

Okay so what is the reason for living ?.. Its very simple .. Any average biologist would tell you, there is no more meaning to life than reproduction.. but is this true ?..
I thought at first that since the internet is a monument to human thought and communication, that whatever was most "talked about" or communicated by people via the internet would give me a good idea of what is most important in human life... what is it ?.. well It is SEX.. So I was not content with this answer.. Hence, I went to the good old search engine google.com and ran a search for "My reason to live".. mostly I found that women prefer to live for their children, young girls for their lovers.. man for their wives ... etc... So it seams that the biologists were correct... the most important thing in human life is reproduction, hell it is even a nearly universal reason to live.. who knew sex was the meaning to life ?... here are most of the links that I found to other peoples "reasons for living".. just to prove my point...




















I think this proves my point !~

OOoooh!! Oooooo!! MMmmmm...

Yes, yes that's right - if you thought orgasm you're correct. I had multiples last night. Multiples!
Some may be wondering how I accomplished this and who would be dumb enough to find me attractive enough to fuck.

I had multiples of these. "Orgasm" 1/2oz Kahlua, 1/2oz Amaretto 1/2oz Bailey's Irish Cream - in a Rocks glass with ice. Man o man - that's good stuff. We're told different word associations to help us remember how to create the drink, KAB is what the teacher said, "You'll have to call a KAB if you drink too many of these." I really like my own version better "Kiss And Blow" (KAB).

I ran out of Bailey's, damnit. I need to go get some more, somehow.
mumbles to himself planning his liquor store raid

Off to class! I learn Tropicals and Tall drinks today! - Alabama Slammer, Collins (Tom, John, Joe), Mai Tai, Zombie, Hurricane ( this looks damn good ), and naturally - Long Island Ice Tea.

Though I may not be as attractive as Tom Cruise ( by the opinion of most women ), I shall still be a better Bartender. Snaffarooo!

goes to class

I woke up this morning feeling really depressed... today is going to be one of those days where I fight with hating everything ... must find outlet

THe word Buddhism has awe and mysterie to it in the west. Maybe the list hint of a lingering beliefe in the supernatural/magical or spirtiual potential of man... is this simply brought about by guys like bruce lee and steven segal ?... by repors of monks burning themselves alive in protest ?...

(Little spider)...

In my bathroom, near the floor, in the corner, by the tub. A tiny crevace. Dim, yellow, old, cauliking no longer stops the leaks.
A little spider, tiny, sharp, agile spider, hidden in a tiny shadow, Lives.

In my bathroom, near the filthy floor, there is no tile. The floor is damp. Dim, yellow, old, caulking no longer stops the leaks.
A dark, mysterious shadow, near the filth, the tiny rubble, feasts a spider, tiny spider.

With great care it wraps it's prey. WIth tiny, hairlike, jointed, fingers. It grips so gently.
Feeds with fangs, dripping, dim, yellow, old, caulking no longer stops the leaks.........

By ME...Regards Mike

I just watched fight club... I took notes.... here they are..............

1. Losing all hope is freedome
2. This is you're life and it is ending one minute at a time
3. The things you own will end up owning you
4. Self improvement is masturbation
5. Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possetions
6. Our fathers were the models for god, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about god ?
7. You have to face the possibility that god does not like you, that he never wanted you
8. It is only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything
9. You must know, not think, but know that you are going to die
10. We are of an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables so that we can buy shit we don't need
11. We were raised by television to think that we will one day be movie gods and rock stars, well we won't
12. You are not special, you are not a unique snowflake, you are the same decaying organic matter as the rest of this shit
13. If you were to die right now, how would you feel about your life ?
14. Stop trying to control everything and just let go

(Wisdom of a summer dream)


The sun shone with a charming light
my heart filled with a glad delight.
The clouds were drifting slowly by
"Its beautifiul" I thought.
I streached out in a field to lay,
having finished with my day,
was thinking.
A question struck me,
soberly I wonder
How has this moment come to be ?
with mysterie and wonderment I gazed upon the sky.

Ahh what curiosities,
this earth,
this sky,
this ancient tree.
Could this somehow be meant for me?
So there I lay,
I wonder without moving.
A bird flew by,
it sang a song,
it danced and then it flew along.
I yawned and then,
I fell deep,
deep into a dreamy sleep.
A wind came and it woke me.

I opened up my sleepy eyes and very much to my surprise,
I rode upon a bird with downy wings.
it spoke
The secret to this life is love,
for things below and things above
for all the things that creep and sting
and even for birds with downy wings.
I thought I must be dreaming..

If you will please just look below,
you'll see there's no surprise,
not to what I know
said the bird.
I turned to look and see the ground,
there are no words for what I found.
The trees,
the earth,
the rivers fair,
they filled my soul beyond compair.
And suddenly I awoke,
with tears in my eyes,
I spoke
The secret to this life is love,
for things below and things above,
for all the things that creep and sting,
and even for birds with downy wings.
and there standing, wondering
found a downy feather...

Bah! Post spammer! =p

thinks to himself a moment Which one of those chat names was you again ? heh

Well done on the argument...
What a sad little child.......

Later.

I hate liability, and this is why:

That's all she wrote, because Toyota can't let you go faster, or they might get sued if some dipshit who doesn't know how to drive loses it at 120.
Fuck.

Later.

seeing as mike is gracing us all with poetry :
i figured i'd take a shot at him.
reguardless of the general idealogies against my poetry.
heh.


Our Resign

challenge not the
__________with more to follow__________and in
time or__________seconds__________or
take this with an ounce of
__________mix it twice and
__________a trade
__________________a table

never was it there
____________or were

a window was once opened on the second floor
and many people did see through with it's clarity
but given time with wind and soot - no longer was
a window was once opened on the second floor

an introduction
__________a compliment
____________________and without
______________________________with more
________________________________________take this

challenge not to follow with seconds
________________________________________with time
an ounce of_________________take this

mix a trade
_____________a table__________twice

never was it were
__________or there

yeah.
like I said. nobody digs my poetry.
and if you do - it's probably because you just dont understand it /
or you're a pathetic yes man. hee.

How you guys Like THIS ...?

No need to tell
No need to fret
I do regret
My Pain regret
My Vain regret

I have no need
no need to tell
no need to fret
no need to lie
I do regret

not the best car,

but you do see a lot of them on the road,

and you only paid 1,500,

it is a V6 (chrysler never has, nor are they likely to, perfect the science of four-cylinder engines),

you only paid 1,500,

the other good thing about a six (pathetic though it may be) in a car that size, even when it's working on dieing, it still makes suficient power to move you from point "A" to point "B" and onwards...

I'll be glad to take a look at it, call me sometime today (405-0831) and we'll work something out.

Later.

I know that no matter what - Bradbury wont like this.
In fact I almost hesitated to hear him say :

THEMS A SHITTY CAR!

so I've been prepping myself for it - and figure this.
for 1500$ - it would normally sell at 3000$ - so I ripped them off.
haa. haa. haa.

Plymouth Sundance, v6, 2.5l, NOT AN AUTOMATIC

Bradbury - if'n you're not busy tomorrow would you like to take a look at it or whatnot? Hmmm. I definately wouldnt mind =)

I was asking myself "Just what is a poem ?"... and I thought a bit and hit on language. A poem is written in a language, but by all means poetry is not restrected to any one language. In some sense poetry is bound by language because it must be created from it, but poetry is not governed by the rules of language because it is not dependant upon any particular language. So I think that a poem can then be written in any language whatsoever as long as there is someone who can "read" it.... Perhaps music is poetry in the language of little dots with tails strewn out on bars ?... Here is my apptempt at writing a poem in the language of mathematics....

1+1 = 4 <=> 0 > 0 & f(x) = g(x) for every 0 < x < 0
1,2,5,7, ... If X is a natural number -X|X
3= {f:R -> R | f(3) = Z^2 } \ #G

wild

Hoo-ah!
Who's your daddy?!?!?!

Requiem revisited


I thought some of you might be interested in this. While online, i decided to do a search using Bearshare, and this thing apparently called Morpheus, for Requiem for a Dream. Well, i found it, and i decided to download it. As it turns out, i believe that this is the UN-edited version. In other words, you basically see everything the director wanted you to see but couldn't with risking that highly lethal NC-17 rating.

Quite interesting.

It definitly seems to be the UN-edited version, as i checked a couple of scenes briefly that probably would have had things cut from them, and sure enough there was a bit more content.

I'll probably keep this copy on my computer for anyone who wants to watch it within the next six weeks.

Speaking of the next six weeks, some of you already know this, but for those that don't, here goes:

I won't be up at the UW for the next six weeks. Rather, i will be down there. As it turns out, i thought i had signed up to spend what they call "interim" up in my dorm, but i didn't. The paperwork and whatnot can be rather confusing. It's a little dissapointing to me in a way, because i wanted to use some of the equipment up here, and this place is nice when there is no school to bog you down.

I have been playing off and on with the idea of finding a job up here and getting an apartment or room for a month nearby the UW. This way i could still take care of all the UW stuff i need to, such as more paperwork. Also, it would really benefit my studies as i am trying to get back into that full swing. Plus, it would be great to get one job up here that i keep for a long period of time, as opposed to going down there, likely working for Target for a month and a half, and then coming back up here, once again jobless.

It just sucks is all.

Oh well, i'll figure something out. For now though, it seems that jEFF is returning to the fold for a bit. Yeeup.

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It's funny the things that can change your life..................



Last night I was sitting with some friends at their house, we will call them Mr.X and Mr.Y . These guys were fellow smokers and coffee drinkers. One of them Mr.X lifts up his pack of marlboro meduim cigarettes and says to me "How long have I been smoking these ?" I say "About three years." He says "HAHAHA three years I switched to these lighter ones thinking I would step down and quit!"... We all laugh for a second.... Mr.Y says "you know we have been smoking for about seven years now.".. I say " I can feel it killing me slowly.".. There is a sudden silence as everyone looks somewhat distrubed.. similtaneously Mr.X "yeah"... Mr.Y " yeah".. I say.. "That is the sickest part about it, the part I don't understand very well... I can feel my body die little by little, I know that it's because I am smoking, yet, I need to smoke..." .. another silence.. "Mr.X,Mr.Y change the subject and I write this poem in my head as I sit there.............


Touch the HOT! stove--------------------------------
BUrniNg.. sizzle--------- {puff}
It burns and scabs and kills a little........... mmmMMMmmm {aroma}--- ........ I NEED --------- TO
I MUST, I WANT, I LOVE, please let me ................ Touch the HOT! stove........{Addiction..} (It hurts when I don't) HURTS ME
I can feel it killing me ........FEEL MY BODY DIE
Help ..... stop ............. the ............... feelings............ in ........... my ...........body...............................

(S)omething that I must do
(M)ore than any other thing
(O)hh I know it hurts me
(K)ills me slowly
( I ) need to stop and it hurts when I try
(N)o one really knows what it's like
(G)etting to watch themselves commit suicide.......



Mike ............ "I have decided to quit !"..... my body 'Can't stop need to smoke' ..Mike............."okay one last one just for now, I can do this.."........
MMmmmMM "one last cigarette"... FIN X X........
___..................
U







SO this is why I am now quitting smoking... I am not morbid enough to continue slow suicide ... I don't like the feeling of impending self inflicted death....

Or the wonderful feeling of telling Jeff " Screw you boy! SCREW YOU for taking first!!"

Yea, that works too...

Ah yes, the wonderful feeling of being first. First at 12:40 something - buncha slow slugs you are.

Remember folks, windows up and air conditioning on - not the heater, but the air conditioning

The Posting of Pictures


Ahem. Now, i feel that as an administrator, i have a couple of responsibilities. One of those is to occasionally level the playing field.

Case in point...some of you do not know how to post pictures. As a result, i will now tell you all how to do it. I once did not know how and mr. collins had to show me, and to increase the quality of loose slugs, i will share that knowledge with anyone who doesn't know how.

Plus, i want the first post, and this was the best post idea i could come up with.

All you need to do is have your picture on some webspace, and link to it using the following tag: {img src="http://enter address of the picture"}.

In place of the {}, use <>, and that is pretty much it.

See, am i a helpful administrator or what??

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Damn it-why do I always look like a hippie?!?

a taste of what to come.
imagine....
one house.
eight people.



COMING SOON

BIG JAMES PENIS POST

You may be asking yourself right now why there is a " Penis " in the title of this post. There shouldnt be. But I'm so god-damned pissed off right now that I am actually forcing this post out prematurely. It will be a MIXTURE of two posts - the first being my return-fire on Jeff's " pee - kaa - choo " attack on me. The second - My "version" of the sims. It will be long. There will be many pictures. So sit back and enjoy my " I HAVE TO FORGET ABOUT THAT GOD DAMNED SIXTEEN YEAR OLD WHORE " attempt to swamp my troubles away with a single post :)

In any event . . .
PIKACHU / the battle begins :


notice both pikachu's have striking differences.

My pikachu - seen on the left - has a strikingly great looking GREEN hat and while Jeff's pikachu has some shitty pieces of BLUE which seem to have gathered together in the shape of something that could be miscontrued as a hat.

Notice how the pikachu on the left has a fearsome gaze. A gaze that even the strongest of CHARMANDERS and COFFEES would shudder to have look upon them. Knowing full well the force of GREEN was a force not to be reckoned with. But obviously, as we see the weakling blue-hat pikachu - CHARMANDERS and COFFEES would walk all over him like nothing. They'd beat him up for his lunch money - they'd even make fun of his gender... In fact what gender is blue-hat pikachu?!? - IT must be some sort of trans-gender FREAK OF NATURE. It shouldnt pose any threat to that which is GREEN because it will, through the course of evolution, die off because of inadequacies in bed, life, and at work.

In fact / little do you know / but all Pikachu's have the same job. It's a simple job really. You see the computer you're on? And any lights in your house? They're powered by a funny thing we in the buisness like to call " ELECTO JUICE " - now ELECTROJUICE was invented ( yes invented, this wasnt something that existed before he found it ) by professor FRANKLIN in 1876! By harnesing the powers that eminate from pikachu's he found a way to power A LIGHTBULB. A long way has come from 1876 - and we've found MANY THINGS to power with ELECTROJUICE. One of them being your computer. Your microwave. Your electo-car. You name it. In any event - Pikachu's work down at an ELECTOJUICE REFINERY where their ELECTROPOWERS are harnessed into something they dumb down to explain to elementary students calling it "ELECTRICITY". Electricity, or so it is said, "works natrually in the world" and has to deal with electrons and positive/negitiviaty - you know the story. Well it's a crock anyway, now that you know about ELECTROJUICE and PIKACHU.

So green-hat and blue-hat pikachu were at work one day and found themselves in an argument. " Which one could whoop the other's ass? " it was - and as it is very obvious, the green-hat pikachue was like " Man, you wouldnt even stand a chance " - and the blue-hat pikachu was all " I was in vietnam, I know this stuff, I use to play hockey. "

Sooo....


It was a very short encounter. Green-hat pikachu shot bolts of ELECTROJUICE at blue-hat pikachu and then sat back in glee. All blue-hat pikachu did was sit on his ass and whine about how he was ELECTOJUICE-SHOCKED. This just goes to show you that when push comes to shove - blue-hat pikachu is nothing more than full of hot-air little wimpy yellow transgender rat.

¢¢ GREEN IS WINS! ¢¢

{ at the moment I'm uploading EACH FILE i need for the sims post ... ONE AT A TIME}

whurgh.... so it'll be awhile... { for me }
in fact... i'm going back to bed.
i'll post my sims episode later today.

FUCKING SON OF A BITCH

literally.
I woke up early this morning /
so I could hop a ride with my father to my mother's work
why?
So I could drive that god damn car back.
but wait - I'm in the shower / and what?
What is this?
OH JAMES GO BACK TO SLEEP.

( why? )

HIS GOD DAMN SIXTEEN YEAR OLD WORKING AT THE MALL SHITTY FUCKING " I DONT WANT A STICKSHIFT " WHORE OF A DAUGHTER IS THINKING ABOUT " CHANGING HER MIND "

I'm getting jerked around.
I fucking hate getting jerked around.

Wow. Lucky I didn't go with my mother.
Otherwise I would have damn right told him to tell his little whore of a daughter to go shove it up her ass.

............... great.

So you know what I HAVE TO DO ?

SEARCH FOR A FUCKING CAR SOME MORE

insert the hatred of all young women under the age of twenty ..... { here }

{ just cant wait until Jeff is done with his stats! }

The Perfect Car


You know, i've been giving this "James needs a car" thing some serious thought.

I have a suggestion for you as to what type of car to look for.

You should look for one just like this!:

This is the single createst vehicle ever created by the hand of man. Just look at that craftsman ship.

What do you think? It really worked for me...until that time when it stopped working entirely and became a gigantic ton of crap. Well, if you don't like that one, how about this?:

It's the great big UNiMOG! Run over the competition and traffic, and it gets a whole whopping .5 miles to the gallon!! Yippee!

Now that is one beautiful hunk of machine. Just look at that beautiful SUV conglomeration.

Not interesting? Hmmphf...well, what about this beauty?

C'mon, get happy! Just think james, this could be the vehicle of your dreams!

It's the grand ol' partridge family bus. What could be better than driving this legendary vehicle?

And lastly, there is this vehicle that i ran across:

Ever want to be like George Jetson? Well, now you can!

I especially like the idea of this car. You don't have to sit in traffic, you can simply hover above it. And, if you were feeling especially menacing, you could attack automatic weapons and take potshots at other cars that you didn't like too much.

Don't you just love the choices i've displayed for you. Each has some benefit over the other. Just think of it.

But if you're in it for the women...i'd suggest choice number 1.

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Blue VS. Green


Earlier on james and i were debating about something that, to most people, would seem rather...well stupid. But not to me. Oh no, not to me. The argument: Who would win in Super Smash Bros.? James, with his green-hatted Pikachu, or Me, with my blue-hatted Pikachu.

Well, i can tell you it would most definitely be me. Why is that? Simple...

Because it just would. It's they way fate works, i can't help it. Sorry james, but that's just life.

In fact, using a special device, i have taken snapshots of the future battle and will now show everyone what is slated to happen if james decides to challenge me after all. Behold the future!

Blue-hatted Pikachu Vs Green-hatted Pikachu!

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The battle starts off well enough, with Blue-hatted Pikachu squaring off with Green-hatted Pikachu. Both exchange blows in a fair fight, neither gaining a definitive upper hand. Then slowly, G.Pikachu starts to tire out, his little rat-body weakened by the excessive amounts of bacon fat, that was fed to him by James, clogging his little arteries. Oh how sad. B.Pikachu is coming out the victor.

Oh, but what's this!?


G.Pikachu pulls out his sex toy...eh, star rod, and ambushes B.Pikachu from above. He uses his star rod to beat B.Pikachu senseless.

All now seems hopeless as G.Pikachu stands gloating over the fallen hapless body of B.Pikachu, reveling in his ill-begotton victory. B.Pikachu can barely move, let alone put up much more of a fight.

Yet, just as the light in B.Pikachu begins to fade, he stands up.


Oh oh G.Pikachu, it looks like B.Pikachu is gonna really kick your ass now. He doesn't look so happy that you tried to molest him with that star rod.

Indeed, when G.Pikachu tried to finish off B.Pikachu by molesting him with that star rod, as commanded by james, B.Pikachu mustered up his hidden strength and began fighting back. First he knocked away his little star rod, and then proceeded to pound G.Pikachu into the ground.

After B.Pikachu knocked G.Pikachu virtually senseless, he decides to finish him off with a spectacular move.


B.Pikachu delivers his most powerful attack, sending thousands of volts through G.Pikachu's body.

At last the epic battle was over. B.Pikachu was victorious, and G.Pikachu was left nothing more than a dried out skeleton.

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Well, now, wasn't that interesting james. Interesting, and educational.

{Yes ladies and gentlemen, i am lonely, bored, and very very sad.}

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Im considering " formatting " the board.
ie > that would mean changing the layout and so on.
mind you - i wont be touching it immediately.
just look for a change sometime in the next... oh, we'll say year.
ah hah hah hah

First off-James, tell your father, for me, that he's an idiot. At least about cars. Unless his Fords are all trucks, in which case he's just under-informed about cars. That lumina was most likely made in Mexico or Canada.

Suzuki-good shit. Tough as hell, and when they do break-cheap and easy to fix.

I'll look around and see what I can find. Did you check the "Little Nickel"?

Loans-they fuck you.....if you think they are getting you, look at how bad they are getting me.
They paid around $23,000.
I'm paying them $467.11 a month-66 times.
Do the math on that one.
But after a year or so, you can get a credit rating and refinance (get another loan) on what's left over, at a lower rate.
Ugh.


Later.

What if...? - Jimmoi and Zach-o living together


As some of you might have known, jimmy and zach were planning on moving in together at one point. Yeeup, that's right, they had planned it all out. They were going to get an apartment. Zach, instead of leaving for a different state to go to college, decided to grace us with his presence awhile longer by staying. Meanwhile, jimmy was kicked out of his house and decided to get a place. As a result, these two set out on the perilous journey to get a place. They even paid seventy dollars to apply for an apartment.

That didn't last very long. Jimmy moved back in, and Zach went to live with brice.

Still, it could have been quite interesting...no? Well, that is the subject of today's "What if...?" post. Now, without further ado, i present to you the first installment of the all-brand new, "What if...?" series. The first series is:

Jimmoi and Zach-o get a place of their very own!

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Now, it takes a quite an ordeal to get a place of your own. First you have to search for just the right place. Then you have to cough up money for the application to the new place. But once that's through, you find yourself with a living space.


Yeeup, isn't a great place. It comes with no bedrooms though, only a kitchen space and a living room space. That's okay though, they don't need much to survive with, just the essentials.

Now i think its important to note what jimmoi and zach-o's settings were for this little alter-life. Both were set to have no neat settings whatsoever. After all, neatness just gets in the way. Also, the had very low settings on some of the other categories. Very few points were allocated for nice, playful, active, or outgoing. If you saw the TZA-mobile at its worse, then you might understand some of these categories. Plus, jimmoi is a self-proclaimed hater of people, so i didn't think he'd mind being set to have hardly any nice values.

Now, they are living in this glorious house of theirs. But unfortunately, Target doesn't pay very much at all. As a result, they had to get different jobs, and so both decided to become military recruiters. Hey, it was the first decent paying job to come along, and they had to buy food.

As time passed, zach-o and jimmoi got along fairly well, and had good communication.


Dont'cha just love to watch them soccer games on the ESPN?!

But things slowly began to unravel in their parent-less paradise.


The empty coke cans and food cans began to accumulate, and went unnoticed.


Both zach-o and jimmy fell asleep in rooms covererd with trash.

Their apathy for cleanliness and their house continued to grow, until it became a completely unhealthy situation.


It got so bad that jimmoi urinated on the carpet once. He thought it looked like a mint bush.


It got to the point where zach simply passed out where he urinated on the carpet.

It was then that they realized they needed some help. And so they turned to me.


Zach-o and jimmoi came to me for psychological help, and for family counciling. Here Kristen and I are listening to zach-o bitching about jimmoi. Apparently, living together was begining to drive them mad. Still, despite being able to help them somewhat...even my best efforts were unable to prevent the BIG GREAT FIRE.


Okay, so maybe it wasn't all that devasting. Still, it was very traumatic for the both of them. Jimmoi blamed zach-o for the fire, and zach-o blamed jimmoi for the fire. Distrust began to erupt. Zach-o took it so hard that he ended up getting fired from the army. Jimmoi became the sole breadwinner. And then, the TV dissapeared, further fueling the distrust and anger.


Eventually, the two discovered that it was a burglar. Despite this discover, quite a bit of damage had been done.

Indeed, it seemed like everything was going downhill for our good friends jimmoi and zach-o. It almost fell apart until i counciled them and helped them get back on track. I gave them some ideas on how to get things back to the peaceful way they were.


First, they called the police. They quickly got on the job, though it was almost hampered when zach-o asked the female cop if she wanted to beat his nightstick.


They also hired a maid to keep the place clean and tidy. She almost quit though after jimmoi asked if she had any other female maids that she liked to clean up on the weekends.

As it turned out, after getting their TV back, and having a maid to clean up after them, they found themselves quite happier and with more time to enjoy life.


Jimmoi took up dancing, finding it both therapeutic and a good way of artistically expressing himself. Meanwhile, zach-o managed to get a job in politics.


jimmoi actually found time to study to, so that he could move up in rank in the army.

So where does this leave zach-o and jimmoi now? Well, they are currently doing well, though they sometimes have trouble with the maid and the occasional house fire. Also, they are still lookin' for sweet lovin'. Two women moved in across the street, and they are trying to get to know them better. However, zach-o usually ends up in a shoving fight with one of them. Jimmoi seems to be getting along with the other though. Only time will tell.

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Yeeup. Quite interesting indeed for the first installment of the "What if...?" series, wouldn't ya say? There will be an update eventually on the zach-o/jimmoi what if living arrangements. Who knows what can happen.

I know you are all on the edge of your seat...

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