For those of you just tuning in: On monday my apartment was robbed, but,
nothing of mine was stolen. Only one of the 4 roomates stuff was taken.

Today was the first time I got to talk w/ him. And he told the story of
the police arriving taking a report, and all that stuff. As the officer
was leaving, he said: "I'm suprised anyone lives in this place, being
scheduled for demolition soon and all"

Isnt that special? This hole is scheduled for demolition, and the
landlord gives us no heads up. Gotta start looking for a new place - and
'soon'.

Your house, your rules, your responsibility. If you feel the child can
play with a toy-gun, then its entirely your decision to allow it.
Conversely, if she forbids it in her house, so be it.

Tough noogies either way.

I would surely give most anything to hold one of my newborn daughters
for one more moment.

I love you, now give me $100,000.

"interracial dating, how do you feel about it!!!"

MMMMMMM gimme some of that sweet Desi Masala. I'm talking about cinnamon
skinned Hindi ladies! Where do I sign up for this flavor of
international dating?!

Wow, a fun topic! Got some interesting replies. Thanks - I agree "take
the iniative" and that was what i meant by "DOH" - the realization that
"DOH - i shoulda asked". And it strikes me as funny that I act so silly.

"Why is it that you men will pursue a female and as soon as they let you
know that they are interested you will start ignore?"

It goes both ways. Admittedly, I've been/done on both sides. Its ego
stroking at its worst, its playful seduction when benevolent. Its
insecure at one end, and can also be playful probing of the
relationship.

When i was 15 I met a really sweet girl named Tracey. One day I kissed
her, and she blushed deep red. Wooohooo! Yeah baby - that was a homerun!
WhoooDaMannn!

Or so I thought. After that day she wouldnt talk to me on the phone,
wouldnt see me - etc. Ouch! I never heard from tracey again.

Until ten years later, I ran into her at a mutual friend's birthday
party (a kids party). Once we realized we knew each other, we went thru
the "whats new in your life", "oh I'm married - that one over there is
mine" sort of thing. I couldnt resist. I had to ask.

"So what happened? I never heard from you again."

She blushed deep-red. Again. Oh yeah - same Tracey! Woohoo! WhoDaMann!
Then she explained "...I thought I was pregnant. At the time my mother,
who was VERY strict, had told me that 'once you kiss a boy, next thing
you know you'll be PREGNANT!"

We had a good laugh. I didnt kiss her this time.

ok this post has been up for a week now. If you're still available on
friday, i'll come by round 7, we'll catch a movie, grab a bite to eat
and you'll be safely home by 11.

Yeah, I'm deathly afraid of the "M" word.

Its a commitment. You're making a promise to something that you have NO
idea of how you will pull it off. You look around you, and you know the
statistics are against you.

Oh yeah, the "M" word is a dark evil that gnaws away at you as you
sleep. Its there, growing with every passing moment - the more you
ignore it, the greater the bite. It invades your conversations, it
occupies your thoughts.

Oh yes my friends. Avoid the "M" word until the last possible moment.
Until then, I say live free, sample the fruits of the world! RENT my
friends! That is the word - never say "MORTGAGE"

All the good girls are taken by the bad guys. You'll have to wait your
turn, or simply just be a bad guy. <ha ha>

A Boy Named Sue

Hey, since Spay started this thread for Cash fans, I got a request - he
sang a song about a automobile-line worker who stole a part at a time
from the car plant, and assembled a car at home. It took years to take
all the neccessary parts, and when assembled he had a
"57..58..59..Caddy" - Whats the title for this song? I remember my Dad
playing it on the 8-track casette in his Pinto.

The whole "friend" thing is just plain odd. i dont see its purpose, its
not a convient "buddy list quick reference thing". Its some sort of
status-thing.

And clearly, from the tone of the ladies comments, ppl are just abusing
it. Equally so, some ppl are mis-understanding the intentions of
anonymous friend linkages.

Ladies, if you get all sorts of odd "friend requests" from ppl you never
chatted with, you can safely assume that person is probably trying to
chat with you. Perhaps they think that in-order to chat, or send email
that you would have to be on the "Friend List". Some sites work that
way.

And Guys, shotgunning your "friend request" to any and all ladies is
just not a good impression. Give it a rest.

The park is 1 block away from my kid's home. Its a very rural area,
quiet and slow. As we were returning home from the park, my 3yr old says
"Daddy - can I drive?"

I remember fondly sitting on my dad's lap doing that. It was quiet,
safe, and empty. "Sure, c'mon up here". She sits on my lap and we crawl
along at 5mph. She's having a good time.

Sirens, lights, "Pull Over!". Just my luck, a cop and he obviously saw
my daughter in my lap. I never SEEN a cop in the neighborhood in the
previous 3 years - no kidding.

He walks up. Launches into lecture mode. Polite in front of the child,
but, clearly lecturing. "Give me your paperwork" and he storms off to
make good on all the various citations he offered.

He comes back. "So you live a block from here?"
"Yeah."
"You know that was stupid right? You know you could have endangered....
blah blah..."
"Yes. I understand."
Then he launches into a lecture about "...i shouldnt let you go, kids
are killed and maimed every year, thats why cars have seat belts and car
seats.... blah blah"

Gave me a $100 citation. Of course it made HER day!

I live in Jersey, where the local state Gestapo will pull you over,
issue a citation, give a beating, maybe impound your car and if you dont
say "thank you sir, may I have another?!" they will throw you in jail
for a night.

Ok, thats a slight exaggeration. Its like $60 here, and they can pull
you over for not wearing it (previously they could not).

Well the funny thing is that your son is there for YOU in these times.
It goes both ways. Enjoy his company as best you can. Do things that are
fun.

Keep yourself busy - give yourself a project or a goal that can be
accomplished in a short time. Follow through. Expand your goals - follow
through.

Try not to think of the b1tch and, most definetly DONT BUY A GUN on a
whimsical thought. Try to keep both thoughts outta your head. (that
was supposed to be funny - i mean, really, who'd have a whimiscal
thought anyway)

"Survey says.... +1 on the day" Ok, I'll take that.

today is march 14th, which is irrational, not just because it falls the
day before the ominous "Beware the ides of March!", but because its
3/14, or 3.14, which is Pi, which is of course irrational.

Geek humor I guess. I really need to get out more often.

I think about sex once a month. From the 1st to the 31st.

Got to work, boss is fuming angry - ranting and raving about project
costs, attitudes, and of course playing the blame-game on why the
project is late... but not angry at *me* today. I dont know how I
escaped his wrath. It was a very tense day in the office, but, since I
wasnt on the sh1t-list, it wasnt too bad for me.

At lunchtime my roomate called frantically - "you need to come back to
the apartment - emergency! the apartment has been robbed!". I had three
video cameras, a desktop computer, and two laptops - plus the more
"important" stuff like checkbooks, credit cards etc. A huge sinking
feeling overwhelmed me. Despite the missing laptops, cameras and such,
none of *my* stuff was touched. Maybe the robber got more than he could
carry in the other guy's room? Who knows.

Running just over an hour on my lunch break, I was in a hurry to return
to the office. My roomate called to ask some questions about the police
report - well, my lucky day, as I answer the phone, a cop turns onto the
street just behind me. Sigh. He pulls me over, reads off a list of
reasons for pulling me over: No seatbelt, yapping on the phone,
no-inspection sticker (just got the car)... Hand him my paperwork. This
is going to be an expensive day I think. Then he comes back, "wear your
seatbelt 'kay?" and lets me go - no citations.

To round out the day, the camera I am borrowing to do some
video-editting stopped working - the cassette jammed and wouldn't open
[doing this under my desk at work on the sly] So I called Sony - two
hours of dopey tech support - in the end I need to send it in. $300 "fix
it fee" - pay first of course. I called the owner to tell him the
problem and that I was going to send it out for repair (at my cost since
it died on my watch). He was really upset because he was to send a DVD
of his stuff to an MTV-agent - this WEEK. And he needed to encode a
couple more tapes - now he couldnt. Despite his being upset, he was
polite and understanding with me.

At 4:00 one of the other programmers calls me "Hey mike, bad news, I
need to change the server code, you'll need to fully re-engineer how you
get data from me."
"You're kidding right? You mean the code I've got wont work? At all?"
"Sorry - hope that doesnt piss on your day."