He got lucky. Chances are the ones he threw away actually contained a
turd.

The web gives us a chance at anonymity. We're all very aware that we can
play the game of pretending to be someone-else, as well as be played.

Putting up a picture is part of the game - in some ways it extends a bit
of trust. A tiny bit, because we all know that you could easily put a
picture of someone else up, and its likely that many people do that. It
raises the stakes somewhat - if you put up a picture, and its a sham,
but you meet someone personally, you've created a real problem, and its
clear you cant be "trusted".

So, put up a picture. Pick anything, and if you're really too shy to
post one of yourself, then pick something that says something about your
character - snag an image from Google's Image Search.

Whats special about it? Is it just a "status-drink" with an additional
spin of it being "banned" in the US? Or is it really more potent than
the usual strong liquor?

I'm not a drinker, but, in the last month, I've heard it come up several
times, and been wondering what its all about.

"The Department of Defense's number two official appears to imply in a
memo that the Global War on Terrorism will end just in time for the
presidential election in November 2008..."

http://www.rawstory.com/news/2007/Pentagons_number_two_suggests_terror_war_0228.html


Um, wait. Didn't our commander-in-chief tell us that the war would be
pressed for many years, until the world was secure, etc etc? Whew, glad
to hear he was so successful that he can schedule a date to conclude the
war-operations. </sarcasm>

I spoke too soon. Just after clicking POST REPLY, I saw this news bit:

"A former Canadian defense minister is demanding governments worldwide
disclose and use secret alien technologies obtained in alleged UFO
crashes to stem climate change, a local paper said Wednesday."

http://www.physorg.com/news91888237.html

"Can I shoot up in your bathroom?"

For real? Thats SO rude, dude, shoot in the damn car before you show up.
Show some respect!


"so what's up with you, me, and a jar of peanut butter baby?"

I can understand your response to that one. Sure, I'm a chocolate kind
of guy myself. I'd have brought along a jar of Nutella. Jeez some guys
have no class.

Lust or love.... doesnt matter. In the end its heartache. Take it where
you can get it.

I dont buy it.

The total sum of all the hydrocarbon emissions from the coal-burning
days of the Industrial Revolution, up through 2007, do not even come
close to the volume C02 gases & particulates released from one good
sized volcano. Granted, we havn't had a spectacular volcanic eruption in
the 20th century, but Krakatoa in the late 1800s was exceptional. Its
effects were global, and measurable.

Is there measurable environmental damage caused by our pollution? Sure.
Absoultely. Is it making an effect on the global temperature -
maybe...maybe slightly... but, its nowhere near the effect that the next
major volcanic eruption will have.

Besides, what will the net effect be? More legislation, more fees,
permits, regulations, fines, and fatter govt agencies to enforce all
this. Net result? No environmental effect that you can measure, but,
surely you'll pay for it.

Sorry to be a pessimist.

There's gotta be a line, or discussion thread, that you've heard on a
date and said "WTF? I'm outta here!" Whats the best one?

You can check in at any time,
but you can never leave...

welcome to the hotel california

I'm impressed with how many people willingly say that they'd pray on
your behalf. I mean that in a sincere way. We're all so skittish and
paranoid about saying anything non-secular that its refreshing to see
people un-selfishly rely on faith for the better ment of someone else.

I'm a pain in the azz when it comes to clutter. When my eye starts
twitching from too much clutter, I throw it all away. I'm not a neat
person either. I'm ok with casual living normality. But, start making
piles of crap that dont get touched for a week or two - its gone. By
that I mean, the desks, tables, counters - these are not places to pile
crap.

Sometimes, I'll just twitch and toss. Sometimes, I'll get cute and start
making the "little piles of crap" dissapear into a large box hidden
somewhere. I'll write an "Expiration Date" on the box. If nobody
complains about the missing crap, and the box is "expired" - out it
goes.

Yeah, I'm a pain that way, drives people nuts.

"good God I'd love to be squirting ketchup on my lady's fries when I'm
closing in on 90."

Damm it, where is she? She better hurry up and introduce herself cuz
these fries will be looking nasty soon.

You know your girl is too comfortable when she walks into your messy
bachelor-pad bathroom, but doesnt make a face. Nope, no reaction at all.
You're kinda used to her saying, "hey, this place is disgusting".

So instead, she just grabs all the newspapers, the half-empty tubes of
toothpaste, dirty socks, the frayed toothbrushes - all that clutter, and
just scoots it all into the garbage, without a word. Then she looks at
you wondering if you'd fit in the bag, or will she need a Hefty
Maxi-Sack.

I'm working on this project about my grandfather's days in the navy
during WW2. I happen to come in contact with a gentlemen who served on
the same small PT boat as my grandfather, and I goto visit him today to
interview him.

The man is in his mid-80s. He and his wife greet me, invite me in, and
we chat for a couple hours. We then decide to go for lunch. During the
chats, I learned that they got married a few months before the war -
over SIXTY FIVE years ago. That alone was suprising.

They got divorced at one time. Then, remarried. Then, somehow,
re-Re-married. I dont know the details, and out of respect I didnt ask.

But, here's the kicker for all of us die-hard romantics:

As we sat down for lunch, he squirted her ketchup onto her fries (she
having athritis), as we left, he buttoned up her coat for her, and they
held hands as they walked to their car. Her eyes glistened, probably
just the way they did 70 years ago when they met.

I left with even more respect for my grandfather's generation, a sadness
as this man was going for cancer treatment, and a longing to find that
same kind of relationship - good God I'd love to be squirting ketchup on
my lady's fries when I'm closing in on 90.

My pet punctuation peeve is "emoticons". The other would be extra-lazy
capitlization be it all lower case, or all upper case.

C'mon people there were four-hundred years of european warfare over the
dominance of the Greeco-Roman "upper-case" vs the northern rebellious
miniscule. People died for your right to use either case, so, please,
out of respect, use the right case. Dont let western civilization die
like the Roman Empire who refused to get out of that Upper-Case
mentality.

Do it for the children!

Ok, here's my "WTF" reply:

According to tradition, Adam and then Eve, didnt have belly buttons.
That same tradition says that Adam was 200 foot tall, was radiant as the
sun, and Eve was similar. [Kabbalist/Oral teachings - not directly in
the common Bible]

Since many features changed after their tour in the Garden, we can feel
comfortable belly buttons were a later suggestion [if you buy into the
Kabbala/Oral traditions, but, thats where the fun is!]

That no good cheating tramp slut! Tanya said she was MINE - and that she
vuz vaiting for me in Siberia - vhere it very kold.

Tanya! Tanya! You slut! Come back to me!

They're called "Guinea Pigs" because they were brought back from the New
World by the Spanish Conquistidors in the 1400s. According to Wikipedia,
the Great Swine Famine of 1398 in Genoa caused nearly all the herds of
pigs to die. Pork was a staple meat in the diet of most of Italy, and
facing starvation the Italian monarchy entered into a power-brokering
marrige with the royals of Spain. The son of John II of Aragon
(1398–1479), Ferdinand, married Isabella of Spain, and as a wedding gift
to the starving people of Italy, the Spaniards gave out these creatures
to the Italians, who would use them for making Italian Sausages as they
were exactly the right size for the sausage.

I was going to say "dont bother seeing it". Its as formulaic as the
commercials suggest. Crude "fat people" jokes yadda yadda. Sure there
are some good laughs.

But, the best part was the credits. Eddie Murphy wrote/directed AND
played the top 3 roles in the movie. He played the old chinese man, the
nerdy Norbit, and the woman. Not bad.