tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137134422024-03-12T16:18:17.264-07:00StarfireLife is in our minds and in our dreams. This blog will explore who we truly are, who we think were are, and who we can be. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-12513485189438107922013-01-22T00:00:00.000-08:002013-01-22T00:02:06.940-08:00Nagasaki Sara Udon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #20124d;">This photo right here features a plate of Nagasaki sara udon. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Only a comparative few have ever seen such a thing before, let alone have had a chance to eat it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Um, nobody even knows about this blog, but if it were a popular blog, then only one or two people out of like 300 million will have actually tasted this flavor-filled ensemble of delight. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">It is a rare dish indeed that can command a comparable level of anticipation as the Nagasaki sara udon. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">A dish such as this is the supreme analogy of a sexy woman. I mean, we can look at her, smell her, and imagine her; but to truly experience a sexy woman, one must taste her delicately. One does not simply engulf a dish like this with wanton haste. One saviors every centimeter with lingering mouthfuls of melting succulence. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Okay engulfing it is fun too, but just try to eat it slow sometimes. You know, if you happen to be the one in 300 million who ever even get close enough to one of these things to feel its exotic steam caressing your moistened lips.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-38276166879834539162013-01-17T20:06:00.002-08:002013-01-17T20:06:28.714-08:00Copyright Law Guide for Stupid Idiots<br />
<b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is an informational post provided to clarify the complexities of copyright law for the benefit of the common stupid idiot for the purpose of avoiding lawsuits. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />We will use the painting to the left as a sample. In this case, I painted a picture of a hairy mole on my buddies face. </span></b><br />
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<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This would seem </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, because it is a work of art I labored to paint. </span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But it is </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, because instead of looking at my buddies actual face, I painted the picture by looking at a copy of a picture that my buddy took of his mole, thus making a copy of his copy, which is </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, there is a way I can make this </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again. Under the "Fair Use" law, I can paint a copy of his copy </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGALLY </span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">if I criticize and pass judgement on his copy of his mole as required by law: So here goes, "The hairy mole in this picture is very ugly, and belongs to my buddy who is a stupid idiot." --There. It's that simple! Now my copy of my buddies copy of his copy of his mole that you see on your screen is </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again. Cool. </span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But there can be a problem. If I use my camera and take a proud self-portrait of myself, and the image of my heretofore </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> painting of the copy of my buddies mole from the copy of my buddies photocopy of his mole shows up in the mirror behind me as a reflection of a reflection on my kitchen window, of my computer screen, then this will once again make my painting of my buddies mole </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> as it shows up in my picture of me in the background as a reflection of a reflection of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of my friends mole. So now my pic is </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again.</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But only the part of the new picture showing the reflection of my computer screen is </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I can make it wholly </span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGA</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L</span></span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again by getting down on my knees and kissing my buddies bare feet, and beg him to allow me to keep the reflection in my picture.</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once this is done, my buddy can still sue me because I have a photographic memory and hold a copy of the image of his mole in my mind, making it </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ILLEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again so he can sue anyways.</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I can make it </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LEGAL</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> again by allowing my buddy to hit me in the head with a rock until he is satisfied my memory is erased, or have my brain wiped clean electromagnetically, or have my frontal lobes surgically removed.</span></b></li>
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just to be safe, I would also: </span></b><br />
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<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keep all my paint brushes, computers, and cameras in a locked safe at all times</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Get trigger locks on my cameras</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Only limit my cameras to a one gig memory capacity</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Include all said articles as hazards in my insurance policies</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never carry a camera concealed, or loaded with batteries</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Only shoot photos or draw if my life depends on it</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And have at least 5 defense lawyers on retainer and spread evenly across the nation. </span></b></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-21171038411911737732013-01-14T16:17:00.000-08:002013-01-14T16:17:23.883-08:00Painting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bought this painting...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just like to look at it. The atmosphere is kind of melancholy, and alien. It's in a different time and different place than I am right now. I would love to be in that place, in the painting, and find out where everybody is headed to. A train station? A horse race? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I like any kind of painting better than photos. Why? Well here are some reasons: </span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If a painting is of a beautiful woman, I can stare at it for hours without being labeled a pervert...I'll be an artisan instead.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A painting speaks to my creative side more; like I can look at a photo of a car and say, "cool". But a 'painting' of a car will trigger my mind into a whirlwind of possibilities, and I will end up saying, "Yeah Baby!"</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can hang paintings of people on my wall. Doing that with photos, and my friends will think I'm a stalker or a freak!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No way would I hang a photo of my cat on the wall!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A painting lasts longer and does not rip easily.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My paintings may sell for hundred's of thousands of dollars in 50 years, and my photo's, well, they'd end up in a shoe box. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can take a picture of my painting...Who takes pictures of pictures?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A painting tells a whole story. A photo of the same thing just takes a snapshot in time.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've dreamed of paintings...Never have I dreamed of a photo. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's harder for someone to steal my painting, then it would be to steal my photo from the internet.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cat can sit down in front of a painting and enjoy it. But the photos she just walks over them like they're some obstacles. </span></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-26837368315893709592013-01-07T03:24:00.000-08:002013-01-07T03:24:45.950-08:00E-cigarettes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Big battery E-cigs--works of Art!<br />
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These babies plume vapor at 5 volts. Low resistance atomizers for a bigger hit. They stand like 9 inches tall, so probably not everyone can handle it. <br />
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And it takes a special kind of person to use these responsibly. A person that is all about safety, because these things can blow up in your mouth if your not careful. Batteries can go BOOM! Missing teeth and that, or a fire rocket in your pocket.<br />
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So if you want one of these, it's recommended to do extensive research on battery safety, atomizers, juice mixing if you make your own juice (nicotine is a poison and can kill--Keep Out Of Reach of Little Ones! Keep them in your gun safe, the brass 'pipe and bolt' looking one will look good next to your Ruger single shot .44 magnum. <br />
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There are no real regulations on these things, you can vape on a plane, at work, and in restaurants. But I wouldn't recommend it unless you're looking for trouble. People tend to frown on those who like to hold cold steel in their hands and who love the smell of gun smoke. Yeah, you can make gun smoke flavored juice! <br />
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The brass one is my fav, probably because it doubles as a pair of brass knuckles. The stainless still one on the left is the one I use most, only because it has a lock so I can carry it concealed without it firing off in my pocket. The adapter juice bottle pops off easily, and is used for long drives for a steady stream of vape without having to re-load when driving. <br />
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Lighting up a monolog cig will kill you as sure as inhaling bullets. So if you're responsible enough to safely keep your guns, then you can be responsible enough to live a long life, and one day see your guns sellin' on E-bay for 100k. Not that you'd wanna sell off such works of art. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-76495604415102147372012-12-24T04:31:00.001-08:002012-12-24T04:31:35.592-08:00Mind over Reading<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Try
this: </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read
this sentence silently to yourself. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Notice
that when you read, you are more likely sub-vocalizing. That is,
there is a voice in your head, usually resembling your own voice,
that pronounces the words as you read. I will call this our
'default voice'. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">If
you don't hear the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">sub-vocalization</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">, then you may be </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">dyslexic</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"> or have
some other disorder. Or, if you are speed-reading properly and
rapidly, this </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">sub-vocalization</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"> will be minimized. That is, you may
only hear a couple words per sentence or something.</span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzmH5RzUS6s/UNhJzK4NOcI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QtX1QTAMd4o/s1600/Books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzmH5RzUS6s/UNhJzK4NOcI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QtX1QTAMd4o/s1600/Books.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brewbooks/258024409/in/photostream/">What book clubs are reading in Seattle by brewbooks on flickr</a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But
this is not about speed-reading, this is about reading with normal
speeds like you would when reading a good novel. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
just want to share a way to actively enhance the enjoyment of
reading. You probably already do it to an extent, but let's make
sure:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Recall
having read a dialog in a novel where two characters had an
interesting accent, and they were of different gender. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Have
you ever noticed that you can change your inner default voice to
match that of the characters? Like you will hear your inner sub-vocalizations in a totally different voice, and with the
appropriate accent? </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,
it doesn't matter if you have or not. It just matters that you can!
You can actively change your default voice any time you want and thus
enhance your reading experience--I'm just writing this because I could
not find anyone on the Web who has talked about doing this.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Like
right now as I write this, I am using a very sexy female voice with a
British accent. And now, I'm using a 17 year old girl voice of a
singer I saw on T.V. (I hope I don't get in trouble for this.)
Okay, I just threw in a Tarzan holler straight from my mind for some
reason. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
point is, I just started to actively do this. (FYI: the
British girl is back.) No one has ever informed me of this! That I
can do this not only in dialog, but anytime I want. I can't believe
I spent my whole life, settling for my stupid, boring default sub-vocalization! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
was kind of hard to do at first, because I found myself reverting
back to my default voice, but now that I had a little more practice,
I'm getting much betta at retaining my British gil accent, fa
example. Oops, haha spelling.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anyway,
I'm having a lot more fun reading now, and excited to share another
way to harness the power of our minds to enhance one more part of our
lives. </span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-35803442279424328262012-12-20T02:22:00.001-08:002012-12-20T02:27:16.338-08:00Law of Attraction<br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My buddy and I have another conversation at the coffee shop: </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajc1/6779302210/in/photostream/">Magnet by AJC1 on flickr</a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;">Me:
I wanna attract a girl using the law of attraction. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
How you gonna do that?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me: Well, like attracts like right? So I'm gonna be more like a girl,
to attract a girl.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud: You're already kinda like a girl.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me: Oh. Well maybe I'll work on my wardrobe.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
Won't work.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
Why?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
Because girls will see your hair first, then get turned off even
before seeing your outfit.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
So I'll attract a girl with bad hair like mine, hahaha!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
Have you ever really seen a girl with bad hair?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
Um, no not really. Shoot.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
Give it up, no girl would want to be seen with you and you're hair,
hahaha!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
How about a blind girl?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
Nope, you'd just be taking advantage of her disability...Terrible.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
Darn. Well, I can think like a girl! Yeah!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
You already think like a girl, stupid! And it won't solve your hair
problem.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
Shoot. How did all this become about my hair?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Bud:
You're hopeless, it's not only you're hair, it's everything about
you. You might as well become a monk, hahaha!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Me:
...Brilliant!</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-18289581621483160082012-12-16T23:07:00.001-08:002012-12-19T19:46:48.149-08:00Dark Matter and Ordinary Matter<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some guy asked me which was more
important, Dark Matter or Ordinary Matter? I told him it doesn't
matter.
</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kudumomo/3933674064/in/photostream/">The Galaxy of Stars by kudumomo on flickr</a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got to this conclusion from reading
about physics on the internet. Dark Matter is basically some kind of
Cosmic energy we can't even see, while Ordinary Matter is, well, I'm
not sure what it is anymore. Things are changing out there man.
Here are some of the ideas from my readings that I remember:
</span></div>
<ol>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since all electrons are identical,
maybe there is just one electron, and it moves around so fast it
seems that it is everywhere. (wow)</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We live in a hologram, so every
bit of information is stored in every bit of information. This
means that everything we see--like even the mustard that dripped on
my shirt-- holds all the information the universe has and will ever
contain. (wow)</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are no such things as atoms
and molecules. We are all just bits in a computer simulation.
(hella wow)</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is actually no such thing as
time or distance. What happens <i>here</i>, also happens across the
infinite universe at the same time, because everything is one and
the same. (that's faster than light man, or is it?)</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is no such thing as
multi-universes, in fact, there <i>is</i> no universe. (uh, okay)
</span></div>
</li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So how can we use this information
practically? Here are a few things that come to mind:</span></div>
<ol>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One electron moving that fast eh?
Well, it's gotta make waves right? Electromagnetic waves and such.
So everything our brains allow us to experience are just our mind's
interpretation of different frequencies of energy waves that our
physical eyeballs can detect for perhaps the purpose to do something
productive with. Cool. I'm going to eat a piece of cake now and
enjoy my one electron thought that eating the cake is actually cannibalizing myself. And then I will flush my remainder down a
dirty toilet bowl. Very entertaining.
</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hologram theory is a good one. If
I hold all the wisdom of the universe right within me, then I'm
going to start tapping into that knowledge to heal myself, starting
with my grey hairs. Maybe get some of my one electron hair dye to
help out. Very useful.
</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bits in a simulation eh? Well
I've already kinda tapped into this thought by becoming somewhat an
expert at lucid dreaming. But I've never been able to meet up with
another mind while Lucid dreaming, or maybe it's the same mind
anyway right? And that's what we have online video games for
anyways, and this is who we are and what we must do baby. Play
video games, this is life man.
</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No time or distance huh? This is
really something we can use. I mean I just spent $20 today driving
around. Imagine tapping in to the knowledge that we actually never
go anywhere. That distance does not exist. Imagine how much gas
money we can save!</span></div>
</li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No Universe? Lonely thought, but
thank GOD for that one electron. It's doing a great job. We can
learn from this thing. If we can catch it, and study it, maybe we
can convince it to <i>create</i> a universe for us. We can use it to store
all our new data, make more holograms, and play even <i>more</i>
video games.</span></div>
</li>
</ol>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-20329846314984506592012-12-15T03:27:00.000-08:002012-12-19T19:43:06.936-08:00Love and Life<br />
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When we pray for someone, we send them
an energized reminder of love. When we pray for ourselves, we
attract an energized reminder of love. When we love, we don't need a
reminder, because we become one with love.
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Sometimes life requires us to focus on
everyday tasks and issues, but love does not go away, it is always
there.
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
What does love require us to do?
Nothing. Because love is always there.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Life is not always there. But it can
be, if we love and become one with love. Because love is always
there. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-11450889576699761582012-12-14T01:03:00.001-08:002012-12-14T01:03:51.169-08:00What makes the World Beautiful?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've
lived in a variety of places. Tropical forest locations, desert
locations, 'in the woods', cities, and by the ocean. I got to travel
33 countries and 48 states. Each place offered untold wonders and
beauties. I'm talking about sights, sounds, tastes, smells and
touch. Each place was different and almost alien as if in a small
world of its own. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
people were different, the weather was different, the sights, smells,
sounds and tastes were different, even the plants, insects, fish,
birds and animals were different. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But
everywhere I went I saw beauty, and more than that, with all the five
senses working together I <i>felt</i> the beauty. And every place
had it's own energy. I could feel it. Even alone in the woods, I
would feel the energy, and somehow knew I was not alone, life was all
around me. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
is it Life that makes the World beautiful? I don't think that is
exactly correct. I've been places where there were just dead things
around. Like in a lifeless cave, or in a room alone, in a museum
full of dead things. But it was still beautiful. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
these places, and alone, I felt a beautiful energy around me. Energy
from non-living things. Or was the energy from me, because I was
alive and I was there. Was it my observation and feeling that
created the beauty? </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
is it our Minds that make the World beautiful? Because my mind was
the one thing in common with all these places. But I still don't
think that is exactly correct, that our minds make the World
beautiful.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
think it's that energy that I always feel, that is responsible. The
energy makes the World beautiful. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
I submit my “Bumper Car Theory.” A bumper car becomes alive when
connected to an electrical grid. In our World, this <i>grid</i> is
everywhere, and penetrates everything. This beautiful feeling I've
felt even when alone, this beautiful energy I feel, is love. Love
powers <i>everything</i>. Love is what makes the World beautiful. I
like this perspective. Done, now I'm just going to have a glass of
wine and switch back into automatic life mode...(I can't believe I
wrote this, I was gonna write something about bats.)</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-52081944749418255762012-12-11T23:07:00.001-08:002012-12-11T23:07:31.117-08:00Voices<br />
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I think everyone who has a voice ought
to take voice lessons. It ought to be taught in school continuously.
It ought to be free. I wanna take voice lessons and my voice is
like not that attractive, but I still wanna share it, who knows
someone may like it.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
So all seven billion of us ought to
develop our voices, create a song and post it on YouTube, and post it
on our seven billion Websites that we also ought to have. Seven
billion unique wonderful songs with our recorded beautiful voices.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Did you know if we do the math using an
average of three minute song length, and if we were to listen to the
songs 24/7, it would take around 40,000 years to get through them
all? That's a lot of love we have going on right now. A lot of
beautiful voices.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-37617715376291841042012-12-10T00:14:00.000-08:002012-12-10T00:14:10.144-08:00ESP: Minds and Dreams<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<br />
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We
can all grasp the idea that our dreams are just in our minds. And we
can also grasp that our minds are also in our dreams, especially
with Lucid dreaming.</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now
consider the blind-from-birth person whose visual aspect to dreams
are totally missing. They can hear, feel, taste and smell in their
dreams, but they can also 'sense' that someone is in their dream
too.
</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What
is this 'sense'? Perhaps the remnants of some early instinctual
function, maybe a combination of senses working together on their own
to provide warning signals. Like when our hairs stand on end when we
'sense' danger is lurking.</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Well,
whether it be intuition, instinct or some combination, or whether
this 'sense' is dreamed or in the physical world, this 'sense' is
indeed an Extra Sensory </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">Perception</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> (ESP) because it may not always
originate from stimuli from our five senses. So now we can grasp
that we ALL have ESP. </span>
</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">More
on ESP: My mom is known for her </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">clairvoyant</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> and telekinesis
abilities. She 'knows' when her friends are in danger from miles
away, and has moved and broken objects with her mind. As for myself,
I just dwell in the realm of OBE and precognition, like I leave my
body and see the future and past. My sister is like, well, I'm not
even going to go into what she does...</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">The
point is that all these fancy definitions and </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">categories</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> of ESP all
lead to one thing, and that is that EVERYTHING is</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="en"><i>
inter-connected! </i></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
Specifically; infinite variations of distance, people, objects,
minds, dreams, and time. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span lang="en"><i>Everything
is one!</i></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I
do have a feeling that we all have wonderful minds and dream
constantly even while awake </span><i style="line-height: 115%;">AND that dreams themselves are a form
of ESP</i><span style="line-height: 115%;">. I do have an idea that we all may have a latent power
of ESP that may be held back by our instinctual ESP. And because I
believe </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">humanity</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> is still in its </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">adolescence</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> our ESP won't be fully
developed until we can handle the </span><span style="line-height: 23px;">responsibility</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> that comes with its
power. Actually, it's like we don't even want that power yet, like
we are having too much fun with what we have, we don't even want that
responsibility until we absolutely have to do it for survival. </span>
</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or
maybe we all already had that power once in time, and chose to
collectively suppress it, because it just takes all the fun out of
life. Like who really needs ESP to see the future, move objects,
read minds, and leave the body and such. That's what dreams are for.
</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or
maybe ESP is obsolete, because now we have love. Love may be the
second generation of ESP. Love may be what we are here to master.</span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-68472017097388636262012-12-08T02:35:00.000-08:002012-12-19T19:38:07.510-08:00Life is in Our Minds and in Our Dreams<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay the following is stupid right? But I'm keeping it in my blog. I'm not going to censor my thoughts because this is my blog and I can do anything here, hahaha. Yeah I feel liberated man! That said, I will try to keep it interesting, after all I seem to be the only one around here, I might as well entertain myself with fun stuff while I spend time around here...</span><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">_________________________________________________________________</span></b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I like the idea that everything we see is just in our minds, translated from our eyes as vibrational wave frequencies (Vibes) into images we can relate too. So what we 'see' is actually just our minds translation of Vibrational Energy (Vibes) into images we relate to as being actually out there. This or course means nothing we see is actually real, and only a translation for our minds eye. Right? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Get it? Everything we see is just what our minds tell us to see based on mere signals from our optic nerves. So life's wonders are a total creation of our minds and dreams, based on or five senses. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And we have more than five senses--Specifically ESP or sixth sense. This we all have, but are reluctant to utilize, why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Perhaps because it brings us closer to a truth we don't want to experience. A truth where love is obsolete. I mean, who would seek love in a place where love is all there is?</span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-63739478860479749432012-11-16T23:44:00.001-08:002012-11-16T23:44:33.241-08:00Healing
<br />
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When
I was 18 years old, I read a comic called "Doctor Strange"
and I wanted to Astral Project like he did. So I did, on like my
third try. All I did was go to bed with the desire to Astral
Project, actually focusing only on this thought until I fell asleep.
This was a BIG deal and changed my life. Because the feeling of
being Out of Body for me is always accompanied by a full body
Vibration that scares the heck out of me. It feels like my entire
body is surging with powerful vibrating waves of energy. </span></span>
</div>
<br />
<div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yeah
after thousands of OBE's I've done pretty much all the things the
books on the subject talk about. Because I just try what the books
say and it happens. Like even when I doubted I can Vibrate and float
while awake, I just tried it and it worked. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But
I wanna think of other things before I go to sleep, so I kinda don't
even Vibe anymore unless I just want to prove to myself I still can
do it, or if my subconcious somehow triggers it. Part of me believes
that there is no real value to Vibes, that it is all basically just a
state of mind in my brain. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But
another part of me somehow knows it is a key to healing. After-all,
in this state, I feel no emotional or physical pain until I can
physically move again. I say 'physically move' because most of the
time the Vibes wake up my consciousness, but not my physical body.
This tendency is actually my gateway to Lucid Dreaming which is such
a magnificant thing in my life, I'll have to figure how to take
volumns of fun stories and condense it to a decent Blog length. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So
back to the healing. I believe the Vibes are always there in all of
us whether we can 'feel' it or not. I can imagine it as the energy
fabric of all space and matter. And with it's infinte reaches and
power, we can all use it to heal ourselves. All we have to do is
want it to, and spend a little time focusing on increasing its surge
on things that are out of balance like pain, disease, and bad
thoughts such as anger and grief. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yeah,
I've done the healing thing (another story), and probably would not
be here without it. I wanna do some cosmetic work on myself, and
need work on serious issues as I age, but all that focusing takes,
well, work. And I don't have time right now. So I've experienced
these healing miracles, yet I'd rather write this Blog instead of
applying more of it??? Someone slap me in the face and wake me up!
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-51268194748864814262012-11-16T05:42:00.000-08:002012-11-16T05:42:31.256-08:00I must not wanna be rich<span lang="">So yeah I knew what the lotto numbers were gonna be once. <br />
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I did not get a ticket, but decided to 'guess' the numbers as I watched the ball machine on T.V. for the draw. I not only got all the numbers correct, but I guessed the numbers in order of each ball dropped seconds before they dropped. Not only that, but the angle of each ball (sideways, upside down etc.) landed in exactly the position as how I imagined them to fall. <br />
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That was years ago, I've never had the desire to try that again. I don't really know why? <br />
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When I was 8 years old, I had a dream that came true to the exact detail a couple weeks later. I think I thought that was normal and just thought it was 'neat'. But now after dreaming hundreds of dreams that came true at a later time (sometimes years), I have no choice but to believe past, present, and future are somehow interconnected in inexplicable ways. I include past because I've seen the past in dreams. For example, I dreamed of playing in a mansion of a house. Years later I found myself in this same house in Rhode Island on a 'Mansion tour'. It was the exact same Mansion as I dreamed about to the detail. I knew that the exhibit room was originally the playroom where I played as a kid in my dream and confirmed that with the tour guide. And I knew the Mansion next door, and the room that now sat a field trip of school kids was originally a room for adults to drink and eat, and the kitchen part was still there too. So in one 'present' dream, I saw both the past (how the Mansion originally was), and the future ( physically being in the same Mansion of my dream years after I dreamed it. <br />
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Seeing the future/past like this amazes me, but at the same time, I'm not too exited about it, and don't know what to do with it. Maybe it has become 'normal' to me like when I was 8, or maybe since I don't know anyone with similar experiences, I just don't know how to relate to this, and I don't apply it to my 'real' life at all! </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-87617611002084876532007-12-16T15:24:00.001-08:002012-12-19T19:28:16.711-08:00Christmas with half a heart<br />
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The eyes see white<br />
and the lungs and skin feel the cold.<br />
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A pocket of fire soothes the blight<br />
and chestnuts simmer in their leathery hold<br />
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The beat of my heart holds me tight<br />
under sounds of wood crackling bold.<br />
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And the memories of you, smiling with all your might.<br />
Have you tasted the smell of cold?<br />
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The chestnuts are little hearts.<br />
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A heart shaped mold<br />
of icy tears grip my face tight.<br />
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Life is magic so I am told<br />
but fear and sadness are winning the fight.<br />
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We are together in our snow globe<br />
but still you are far from sight.<br />
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Have you tasted the smell of cold<br />
and held on with all your might?<br />
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You are my savior, my little heart.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-15772605161053122432007-08-31T14:59:00.000-07:002007-08-31T15:11:57.653-07:00Have Gun Will Travel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Q8jwYyO0Rc/RtiQTKl6XjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GCcYS6hqWuQ/s1600-h/Pict2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Q8jwYyO0Rc/RtiQTKl6XjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GCcYS6hqWuQ/s400/Pict2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104988836559740466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><hr /><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">A 14 year old boy got suspended from school for drawing this picture in class, because it depicted a gun.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>He was interrogated to determine if he was a mass murderer in the making.<span style=""> </span>They only showed a small part of the interrogation on TV, but my insider got the whole thing on tape.<span style=""> </span>Here is how it went:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cop: Why did you draw the picture?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>I was bored.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Does the guy on the left depict anyone in particular, like a teacher?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>No.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Then who is he?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>Just some random guy I guess.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Do you think its okay to shoot random people?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>No.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Do you have any guns in your home?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>No.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Do you often think about shooting people?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>No, except when I’m playing some video games.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Do you enjoy those games?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>Yeah, they are fun.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cop: Describe why they are fun to you.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid:<span style=""> </span>Well, you are fighting for your life, and that’s exciting.<span style=""> </span>Other games you can kill anything you want and that’s power I guess.<span style=""> </span>Fun.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cop: Did you know shooter video games are just like practice for killing?</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>I thought it was just play, and different from real life.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Let me put it this way, if I gave you my gun right now, would you try to shoot everybody?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>No, I’m not a bad guy, and I’m not stupid.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>What’s a bad guy to you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>Someone who treats others bad.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop:<span style=""> </span>Why do they treat others bad?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>You tell me.<span style=""> </span>You’re the one treating me bad right now. Why?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>Because you drew a gun and may be a threat to society.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>Anybody can draw a gun, so that makes everybody a threat.<span style=""> </span>So that justifies treating everybody bad?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop:<span style=""> </span>Yes, if need be.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>So you are a bad guy, and society is a bad guy, and we are all bad, is that what you are saying? </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop:<span style=""> </span>Yup.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>Then why pick on me?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop:<span style=""> </span>Because you’re an easy target, and we get paid: I get paid, your probation officer will get paid, your criminal psychiatrist will get paid, the FBI who will put you on their permanent watch list will get paid…We have the power.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid:<span style=""> </span>So ‘power’ is the key because it keeps society getting paid?<span style=""> </span>And good or bad does not <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">matter?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop:<span style=""> </span>It’s all about who has the power brother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""> </span>So how do I get in on this power?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cop: <span style=""> </span>You just have to prostitute yourself to it.<span style=""> </span>If you’re not a whore, then you’re just another potential John about to get screwed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kid: <span style=""></span>Okay, cool.<span style="">.. </span>Well all this is just a mistake.<span style=""> </span>I did not draw a gun, it’s a boomerang.<span style=""> </span>The guy on the left threw it to the guy on the right who caught it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cop: Haha! I think you will fit into society well kid. You are free to go...</span><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-83683894635740463042007-05-30T18:04:00.000-07:002012-12-19T19:17:26.922-08:00Finally Something Positive<br />
<span style="color: blue;">So I saw a picture of tiger cubs playing with little chicks, without eating them...</span><br />
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The chicks wandered into the tiger cub cage, and were not harmed. See, this is what I'm talking about! <br />
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This picture holds the meaning of life. It's right there all around us, all the time. Cherish it. Cherish the moments. Cherish the time we have.<br />
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(just thought I'd mix this blog up a little--you know, a little this, a little that...)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1167297138215579462006-12-28T00:52:00.000-08:002012-12-19T19:10:57.731-08:00Season of Angels<br />
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I could not find the infamous invisible flying plant in Australia. But I found a pub that served beer, bangers and mash, and kangaroo meat. And I found a Catholic Church with a huge stone Angel. All I could think of was how Divine she looked, and how ironic it would be if she fell on me and killed me—“Man killed by an Angel”<br />
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So that gave me an idea for a new mission—to search for a real Angel.<br />
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So I’m leaving for Singapore tomorrow to sin. I figure that ought to attract an Angel or two—you know, to try to save me from sin.<br />
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If I don't catch an Angel in two weeks, then I’m going to Paris to sin. If still no Angel, then I’m off to Rome and the Vatican (there’s gotta be Angels around there.) If still no Angel, I'll go chill in Ireland and settle for a Leprechaun. I won’t be back until April next year, so I’ll let everyone know what happens when I get back.<br />
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Have a nice New Year!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1159003809713971122006-09-22T22:23:00.000-07:002012-12-19T19:00:13.228-08:00From Vince, to Lucy<div align="center">
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<span style="color: #3333ff;">A Model of "Lucy," the celebrated skeletal remains of a female hominid who lived 3.2 million years ago...</span></div>
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He approaches her from behind, he is close. She is napping, curled up in the fetal position, resting her wary muscles. But she senses him, and with one quick extension of her powerful arm, she shoves him back at least five feet and he retreats. She does not want him on top of her right now.<br />
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She opens her eyes. Her babies are snuggled under a bush in front of her. She is thirsty and the sound of the stream calls to her. The stream; it could be dangerous there, and as she walks towards it, her alertness sharpens. After-all, everything drinks from that stream. And a great deal of them could run much faster than she, and they are bigger, and they may want to eat her.<br />
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Oh, the water feels good. She looks back at her babies. Mam, the eldest of the females, is sitting next to them now. And there is Luk, watching her with one thing on his mind.<br />
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The past or future is not in her vocabulary. Neither is money, or time, or worry, or love. But she has the feeling of love with her family. And she has a similar feeling of love with the water that makes love to her body, the sky that tells her when to sleep, and the land with its endless wonders, and the berries she only knows as ‘Suk’--her favorite.<br />
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She leads a lonely life, but is too busy living to know it--a lonely life, because she is the only one inside her mind. Everything else is outside. She likes it when Mam scratches her back.<br />
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All that she wants is another baby. She walks up to Luk, turns her back, and makes her pose. All that she wants is another baby…</div>
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<span style="color: #333399;"><strong>Editor's note:</strong><br />Hi Blogland visitors (if anyone’s still out there)--hope you are all doing well!!! I've been away from Blogland on various extra-curricular excursions. I'm taking a journey next week to Australia again for 40 days and 40 nights. Then I'm back here sometime in November.<br /><br />As some of you know (April 13th post) my last expedition to Australia to catch the first invisible butterfly (Belenois Invisibilis) failed miserably.<br /><br />This time, I’m going after something a little less elusive. A plant! I’m tentatively calling this plant the Arundiganth Amamilis. But it’s currently an undiscovered new species, and still just a rumor, but my sources and instinct tells me it’s out there in the Northern Territory—and I’m going to catch one. I say catch, because according to my contacts, this plant can apparently uproot itself and blow with the wind. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333399;">With shallow roots, it grows on other plants length-wise (flat, not tall.) It’s transparent, and virtually invisible. It can easily be mistaken for a slug trail, or when in flight, a string of spider web.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333399;">The problem is the plants are thought to thrive in a region controlled by up to 90 trillion Yellow Crazy ants. These bugs shoot acid in your eyes to blind you then they run away. Then they come back with a swarm of friends from their supercolonies to eat you. They can devour an entire human body in minutes.<br /><br />I’m bringing my goggles, magnifying glass, Petri dish, rubber ant proof suit, and my usual Safari gear. Wish me luck!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1156412639079579172006-08-24T02:26:00.000-07:002012-12-19T18:44:42.373-08:00A World Without Men:<span style="color: #660000; font-family: verdana;">Someone sent me a lizard in the mail. I’m going to take it with me tomorrow for a 4 day road trip to Reno for good luck. The lizard made me think of the Y chromosome. They say in about 125,000 years the Y chromosome will completely disappear, and along with it the human male. Females will become unisexual and capable to reproduce without the need for a man.<br /><br />The Whiptail lizard already does this. They are all female. But since offspring are all basically clone copies of the mom, the species has to rely on mutation to adapt and evolve.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000099;">So what if we woke up tomorrow and we lived in a world without men? What would be changed? Well, here are the top 10 changes:</span> <br />
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10. The death penalty for being gay that currently exists in 9 countries won’t exist—since everyone will probably be lesbian. <br />
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9. God and the Bible will be obsolete—maybe there will be a Goddess though.<br />
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8. No more tampons or cramps—the whole system will change.<br />
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7. A two day work week—5 day weekend to better accommodate emotional needs.<br />
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6. Nuclear weapons will be gone—women are just not too good in math or war anyway.<br />
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5. Open sewers will be popular again—when’s the last time you saw a woman plumber?<br />
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4. Everyone will live in a shopping mall. <br />
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3. Women will be more beautiful, their breasts will look better, and they will make love with whoever they want, and whenever they want—just to spite the ghost of man.<br />
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2. Movies will be boring—I mean really.<br />
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<span style="color: #000099;">And the number 1 change…</span><br />
1. David Hasselhoff will be President of the United States—don’t ask!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1155255139663900392006-08-10T17:05:00.000-07:002006-08-23T03:29:53.023-07:00The Greatest American Dessert!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/1600/DCP_1220.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/400/DCP_1220.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <hr /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">I ALWAYS eat desert before or during my main meal.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I just don’t want a terrorist to show up and make my last mouthful a spoon of green beans.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I’d rather go with a banana split in my mouth.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">But not all people believe in, or benefit from the banana split.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Terrorists, for example, would surely be a more peaceful folk had they discovered the charms of the ultimate fruity delight.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>And you can’t find a banana split in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:country-region><st1:place>China</st1:place></st1:country-region>!<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or in a Chinese restaurant for that matter!<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>The Chinese I know simply won’t touch the stuff—“It’s not healthy,” they say.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>“It’s better to eat rice and vegetables, and green tea for meals.”<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hog wash!!!<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>You just gotta learn to balance things.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of balance, there is a time in every man’s life when a banana split becomes more attractive than a woman.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I mean a banana split ALWAYS shows you a good time.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>You can count on a banana split.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>A banana split won’t argue with you, it just submits to your ravishing.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>A banana split is variety all in one, not like most women.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>And women claim to be sugar and spice and everything nice; but they still fart like everybody else.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>A banana split does not fart.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/1600/DCP_1219.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/400/DCP_1219.1.jpg" border="0" /></a>So a banana split has a place on my bike anytime.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>But a woman?<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Well, maybe if her name is Kristen Scott Thomas.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or Gwyneth Paltrow.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or Ashley Judd.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or Heather Grant.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or if she doesn’t mind dressing up like a banana split.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or if she wears perfume that smells like flowers, yeah, that will work too.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Or popcorn.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Perfume that smells like buttered popcorn.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1154503211096164262006-08-01T23:54:00.000-07:002012-12-19T18:26:39.599-08:00Why I ride<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/1600/DCP_1114.1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/1216/400/DCP_1114.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000;"><em>A buddy and I have a smoke outside the sushi bar after lunch…</em></span><br />
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Bud: What, you like chicks that smoke, drink beer and have tattoos?<br />
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Vin: Heck yeah! Besides, it attracts all women—the danger, the inhibition—turns ‘em on. <br />
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Vin: Heck yeah!<br />
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Vin: No, I was just thinking of some skanks I’ve met. You just don’t have a clue ‘cause you never get out. The skanks I’m thinking of—they’re the bomb man, I’d do ‘em in a heart beat!<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><em>My buddy shakes his head, and just then a skank comes out of the liquor store and he starts cracking up.</em></span><br />
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Bud: Hey! What’s you’re tee-shirt say? [to the skank]<br />
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Bud: Hey, I don’t agree with that!<br />
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Skank: You agree with this? [she lifts her shirt over her breasts.]<br />
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Bud: [Jaw drops] <br />
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Skank: [puts her shirt back down.] You wanna help me carry this bag to my car?<br />
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Bud: Look what I got. Oh yeah baby! See how it’s done!<br />
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Vin: You got a phone number of a skank, wake up!!!<br />
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Bud: But you were just saying…<br />
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Vin: You gotta be choosey when you go skanking homer, not all skanks are equal. I can’t believe you just got pussy whipped by a skank. <br />
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Bud: Well I like this one, her name’s Sara. <br />
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Vin: I don’t care if her name’s Paris Hilton, you’ll need triple layer condoms with that one.<br />
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<span style="color: #663366;">Hey, I am switching my 'POST' schedule to once a week every Monday. Because my work has slammed me once again with stuff to do and I have to cut back on all 70 of my hobbies to accommodate. But I will still be reading blogs whenever I can. Cheers to a good Summer!</span> </div>
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<span style="color: #3333ff;">A professor working under a Hartford research grant was mauled to death by this Gorilla while he was trying to determine its intelligence. The only evidence of what happened is on this partial tape recording:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Okay, what letter comes after Q? <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> Arrrr!<br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Okay, good. Now talk like a Pirate. <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> Arrrrr! <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Great, now what do you say when Jennifer Lopez walks into the room? <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> Ooo Ooo. <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Terrific, good job. <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> Hey! <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Excuse me? What did you say? Did you say Hey? Say it again!<br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> (silence) <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> Common, say it again for the tape, say HEY! <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> (silence) <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> SAY HEY! <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> (silence) <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Prof:</span> COME ON, SAY IT AGAIN YOU DAMN DIRTY APE! <br />
<span style="color: #006600;">Gorilla:</span> ARRRRRRRRG !! [SLAM! BAM! click*]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1152782066747749462006-07-13T01:58:00.000-07:002012-12-29T00:59:00.841-08:00Interview: Chief Dark Cloud<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Vince: What makes you happy?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: My people, and their</span> <span style="color: #000099;">freedom.</span><br />
Vince: What do you think of George Bush?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: He is a Chief without a people.</span><br />
Vince: How do you lead your people?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: I listen. And speak from my heart.</span><br />
Vince: And they listen to you?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: My heart is their heart.</span><br />
Vince: So what does that mean? How does that solve their problems?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: If they follow their heart, their problems will be solved.</span><br />
Vince: What if they have hatred in their hearts?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: A heart big enough for hatred is a heart big enough for love.</span><br />
Vince: What if they’re ignorant?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: Knowledge is not the purpose of our hearts.</span><br />
Vince: So what is the purpose of our hearts?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: Listen to your heart, and it will show you the answer.</span><br />
Vince: How about lawyers? What do you think of them?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: Everything has a purpose.</span><br />
Vince: How about women, do you have a woman?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: To be had is not their purpose.</span><br />
Vince: I see you have a Battle Axe. Will you use it to protect your land?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: I use it to kill. The land does not need us, or our protection.</span><br />
Vince: Why would you kill?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: To survive.</span><br />
Vince: Would you kill for revenge?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: I kill to survive.</span><br />
Vince: If I kick you in the balls. Would you find love in your heart and forgive me?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: I will receive your gift. And in return I’ll let you feel the steel of my Battle Axe, and give you a taste of your own freshly cut balls.</span><br />
Vince: You wouldn’t really cut off my balls would you?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: You wouldn’t really kick me in the balls would you?</span><br />
Vince: Okay, ah in closing, one final question: We know you are a fierce warrior, respectable leader, and fabulous dresser; but are you good in bed?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: Is there a woman who loves you?</span><br />
Vince: Yes of course, why?<br />
<span style="color: #000099;">Chief: Then bring her to me tonight. And if she rides with me tomorrow, then I must be damn good.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713442.post-1152418966450959482006-07-08T21:15:00.000-07:002012-12-19T17:40:43.702-08:00Space Suit<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #663366;">My buddy and I have another silly conversation: </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000066;">Buddy: I wanna go to space.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;"><br />Me: What for?<br /><br />Bud: I wanna meet aliens, to talk to them.<br /><br />Me: You’re already doing that. I mean, we’re already in space. The Earth is a big space ship. And we ARE the aliens. To anyone else out there that is.<br /><br />Bud: No, I wanna go on a space ship and meet a REAL alien from another planet.<br /><br />Me: You’ll need a space ship.<br /><br />Bud: That’s possible nowadays.<br /><br />Me: But a space suit alone costs around 10 million dollars—that possible too?<br /><br />Bud: I don’t need a suit.<br /><br />Me: There’s no oxygen in space. In direct sun light it’s 250 degrees. If you try to hide in the shade, it’s minus 150 degrees. Then there’s the cosmic rays and solar wind you need protection from—you need a suit homey.<br /><br />Bud: So I’ll steal one.<br /><br />Me: They weigh 350 pounds. Give it up! The earth is 99% water, why not just go scuba diving and meet a new fish?<br /><br />Bud: Because I wanna meet a real alien.<br /><br />Me: What if you do, and the alien is the size of an atom? How you gonna talk to him?<br /><br />Bud: [no answer]<br /><br />Me: What if you don’t understand his language? What if the one you meet is a molester? What if he’s so big, when he takes a breath, he sucks you up his nose and you get stuck in his mucus? Is that what you want? Why don’t you just get real?<br /><br />Bud: There are intelligent beings out there who can communicate with me.<br /><br />Me: Think for a minute! Idiot! Why would an intelligent being want to communicate with YOU? That’s like me wanting to talk to a f__king skunk. That’s like me wanting to talk to the bacteria in this mustard on my hot-dog Why the hell would they want to talk to you??? You f__king Moron!<br /><br />Bud: F__k you!<br /><br />Me: Now me personally, I want to have sex with a female alien.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Bud: Yeah. In space in zero gravity.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Me: Yeah, and we'll have to be strapped together so we don't float apart.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Bud: But you'll run out of oxygen in about a minute?</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;">Me: That's enough time...</span><br />
<span style="color: #000066;"><span style="color: #660000;">The girls sitting next to us got up and left.</span></span><br />
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