Well, the Snowball is over. And I think I can sum up the whole thing in one word:
WOW
That describes the staff, the Filets de Mignon, the site, the feast, the pain and the aftermath. Now, let me single out a bunch of people myself. I?ll start with 2 in particular, Judi (Ldy. Fionnseach de Lochielle) and Liz (Ldy .Anne de Mignon). Not only did they both have jobs of their own with Judi being Feastocrat and Liz being Deputy Autocrat they both kept me from loosing what little mind I had left. ÿI hereby say publicly without these two there would not have been an event. Period. The Filets de Mignon were a treat to have and was something to behold! I had a merchant comment to me ?We just love your Filets. There were so helpful and like army ants. They just swarmed in and everything was done?. Oh yeah, Rock on! You all rule at throwing in and lending a hand on every scutt job we could seem to think of, and almostÿalways replying with ?What next?. Thank you again. Special thanks go out to Meridith and Dirk for their help with feast and keeping Judi caffeinated and someone sane. Then there is Mary Beth (
Ldy Rowen) whose expertise and calm manner helped keep lunch going and feast on track, jumpingÿin to organize the servers when most of us had no clue as to what to do. You go girl! Now, forÿthe Ball part of the Snowball; our intrepid dance mistress, Ldy. Felicia Debbage. Now here was another person of great merit. Anyone who can wrangle that many dance people and A&S Classes deserves a round of applause, a few hoots and some whistles and cat calls. Just keep the heckling down or I know a large group of people who will just stomp you but good. Speaking of stomping, there is Joel. I want to single him out. Okay, it is Joel so we had better dual him out, just for fairness sake.
ÿHe worked like a slave through the whole event and then felt bad he could not do more. Hats off to you, my friend, you did more than 3 men?s shares of work so stand easy. Then there was my good friendÿLrd Torquil Mc Alpine. He ran every bit of food and drink we had at the event around, moved people and placed signs and got coffee and ran for stuff. I knew I picked the right man for the job. Then lastly, but not least there is Pete (Connic an Russell). My little brother who stood above what was expected of him and showed he is a man of integrity, ingenuity and perseverance in his own right.
The true bottom line of all this was not just an event for us, but for all the kids. I hope everyone takes a little time this season to feel extra good about themselves for having helped make a better holidays forÿkids who may not have had one without all of you. The Autocrat authorizes you to take a warm-fuzzy feeling during the holidays for doing good. The paperwork now seems all to be finished except a few mailings. We did the books and I am sorry to say we lost money. We tried to keep a tight reign on thingsÿbut it seems it did get away from us a little, and for that I am sorry.
So here ends my tenure as Autocrat.
Whew, I'm spent!!
PS- We lost about $8.60 total. He he he, not too bad after all hu? :)
PSS- Hey all you out there! Pay attention to these people mentioned here, they deserve it!!!!!
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
It is quiet, almost too quiet.
Slowly the mists of the early morning drift over our bunker. We can
hear them off in the distance as the occasional beam of light peers
through the soup of the early sky. I know they will come soon, creeping.
They will come, moving quietly through the grey and getting closer,
armed, with intent. I can hear their voices on the squak box, remote
and almost inhuman.
*BEEP* "Hello? This is Flarby Danslfaby and I was calling for information about the event…"
Their voices fade out and back in like someone from another time struggling to communicate through the ether.
"An about feast…gruble mungle frable If you could give me a call after fibkler o’clock at 740-553-271murble….THANK YOU!"*BEEP*
Caller ID with a phone that can recall numbers; a gift from the gods of telecom.
Soon it will all end. Only 4 days till the horror ends.
http://www.dernehealde.org/snowballEvent.php
hear them off in the distance as the occasional beam of light peers
through the soup of the early sky. I know they will come soon, creeping.
They will come, moving quietly through the grey and getting closer,
armed, with intent. I can hear their voices on the squak box, remote
and almost inhuman.
*BEEP* "Hello? This is Flarby Danslfaby and I was calling for information about the event…"
Their voices fade out and back in like someone from another time struggling to communicate through the ether.
"An about feast…gruble mungle frable If you could give me a call after fibkler o’clock at 740-553-271murble….THANK YOU!"*BEEP*
Caller ID with a phone that can recall numbers; a gift from the gods of telecom.
Soon it will all end. Only 4 days till the horror ends.
http://www.dernehealde.org/snowballEvent.php
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Que? (Or Mr Windows goes to El Explodo!)
Well I'm back. In truth I never left just went quiet for a while, but with good reason.
One thing every windows user, who pays attention, anyway, fears is the dreaded Windows Crash. Now, before all you Mac people start getting all high and might, my Mac has crashed too.
I kind of think of it like this: The average person drives an average car with average performance specs and it runs fairly well. I am not an average person, nor do I run an average system and the specs of mine are tweaked out and monkeyed with until it is doing things it may or may not be designed to do. I drive more of a custom nightmare sports car in a cop movie chase driven by a mad scientist. It is not if it is going to crash, it is just a matter of when.
So, all said and done when my HD crapped itself I lost two files. One was an MP3 and the other was a text file for a game I no linger play. Needless to say it was brown-trousers time all around when I saw the blue screen. My sound card on the motherboard took a bongle as well. So, after about 7 hours of work, all is well and back to nermal.
I did turn out a new book here of late at the request of Judi. Maybe with a little sweet talk, some promises to be redeemed later and a little standard begging I can get her to take some pictures of it for me so I can post them here.
This may be the last update for a week or 3 as I am getting ready for my classes final and our event for the Shire is coming up real fast.
Albatross, I shot it, now I have to wear it.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
One thing every windows user, who pays attention, anyway, fears is the dreaded Windows Crash. Now, before all you Mac people start getting all high and might, my Mac has crashed too.
I kind of think of it like this: The average person drives an average car with average performance specs and it runs fairly well. I am not an average person, nor do I run an average system and the specs of mine are tweaked out and monkeyed with until it is doing things it may or may not be designed to do. I drive more of a custom nightmare sports car in a cop movie chase driven by a mad scientist. It is not if it is going to crash, it is just a matter of when.
So, all said and done when my HD crapped itself I lost two files. One was an MP3 and the other was a text file for a game I no linger play. Needless to say it was brown-trousers time all around when I saw the blue screen. My sound card on the motherboard took a bongle as well. So, after about 7 hours of work, all is well and back to nermal.
I did turn out a new book here of late at the request of Judi. Maybe with a little sweet talk, some promises to be redeemed later and a little standard begging I can get her to take some pictures of it for me so I can post them here.
This may be the last update for a week or 3 as I am getting ready for my classes final and our event for the Shire is coming up real fast.
Albatross, I shot it, now I have to wear it.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Friday, November 3, 2006
Arrrgh!
My pirate name is:
Bloody William Bonney
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Ugh
So we survived the Idiot-fest around here known as Homecoming Weekend.
What a bunch of beered up no-necked football freak asses. What the hell are
these people thinking? Do they not realize that there are people who live in
this town? Sometimes I almost feel like they treat the locals like the people
the meet on cruise ships. You know, the staff, there to wait on them hand and
foot and their only reason for existence is to serve them. Kegs and eggs, yea,
6am beer and breakfast. Someone should shoot half of these bar owners who
are helping to foster this crap yet do not have to pick up any more of the tab
than those of us who do not condone it. If you want to drink at 6am, fine, get
pissed. But do not do it on the streets of town, stay home you pathetic hunk of
crap. And next time, wear a condom. Your sweet little child is a complete
asshole when your not here. It is yet another University Sponsored fiasco that
the citizens have to clean up after. I am sick of the two-faced policies of the
University here in Athens. First the say we do not sponsor anything outside of
the university, yet they facilitate the reason for it happening. It is like that area
on Richland Avenue where the kid got run over. The section that looks like a
crosswalk; is built like a crosswalk and even seems like a crosswalk, but OU says
it was a decoration. Um, this is like when the government started dropping
anti-personnel bombs that looked like food relief packages. Not a bright idea.
Next we have to face the problem of Halloween. If you have never been to
Halloween in Athens, let me save you some time. Start on a Friday. Get 50 people
to come park in front of your house badly for 3 days. Throw trash all over your
yard, get drunk and puke on your car. Grease the bottom of your shoes and bash
yourself in the head with an Athens Brick. It is the same effect and you get to do it
without ever leaving home! So, when you recover from the hangover, broken bones,
and concussion, you too can feel the joy of being an Athens Resident when you get
to clean up the mess the next day. Have half of the cars now drive in circles
around your block with the exhaust pipes re-routed back into the passenger
compartment. Join in at some point to make a 20-minute store run, make it last 2
hours. Get your mailbox stuffed with University propaganda about how not to get
busted for underage drinking, yet do it anyway. Begin a screaming match at 3am
until you puke on yourself again. Repeat on Saturday. Get everyone you know to
try to circle your block for 3 hours on Sunday, all with hangovers.
What a bunch of beered up no-necked football freak asses. What the hell are
these people thinking? Do they not realize that there are people who live in
this town? Sometimes I almost feel like they treat the locals like the people
the meet on cruise ships. You know, the staff, there to wait on them hand and
foot and their only reason for existence is to serve them. Kegs and eggs, yea,
6am beer and breakfast. Someone should shoot half of these bar owners who
are helping to foster this crap yet do not have to pick up any more of the tab
than those of us who do not condone it. If you want to drink at 6am, fine, get
pissed. But do not do it on the streets of town, stay home you pathetic hunk of
crap. And next time, wear a condom. Your sweet little child is a complete
asshole when your not here. It is yet another University Sponsored fiasco that
the citizens have to clean up after. I am sick of the two-faced policies of the
University here in Athens. First the say we do not sponsor anything outside of
the university, yet they facilitate the reason for it happening. It is like that area
on Richland Avenue where the kid got run over. The section that looks like a
crosswalk; is built like a crosswalk and even seems like a crosswalk, but OU says
it was a decoration. Um, this is like when the government started dropping
anti-personnel bombs that looked like food relief packages. Not a bright idea.
Next we have to face the problem of Halloween. If you have never been to
Halloween in Athens, let me save you some time. Start on a Friday. Get 50 people
to come park in front of your house badly for 3 days. Throw trash all over your
yard, get drunk and puke on your car. Grease the bottom of your shoes and bash
yourself in the head with an Athens Brick. It is the same effect and you get to do it
without ever leaving home! So, when you recover from the hangover, broken bones,
and concussion, you too can feel the joy of being an Athens Resident when you get
to clean up the mess the next day. Have half of the cars now drive in circles
around your block with the exhaust pipes re-routed back into the passenger
compartment. Join in at some point to make a 20-minute store run, make it last 2
hours. Get your mailbox stuffed with University propaganda about how not to get
busted for underage drinking, yet do it anyway. Begin a screaming match at 3am
until you puke on yourself again. Repeat on Saturday. Get everyone you know to
try to circle your block for 3 hours on Sunday, all with hangovers.
Now the city kicks over 40 thousand dollars towards this idiocy. They cry about
the fact that taxes need to be raised to help pay for city services, yet they do this.
I say let us put a stop to this wholesale uncontrolled bull once and for all. Let the
police clear the streets at 2am in a new way. Use riot squads at both ends and fire
hoses, arrest them as they leave for failure to comply with law enforcement. Bet
that will generate more than 40k for the city general fund. I would also lay odds
that the party would start to drop after a year or two of this.Come to Athens for
the Block Party, act like an idiot, go to jail.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
Okay, what do you want for free?
So September slipped by with little to no updates. I have been way busy and October does not seem to be getting much better, so there it is.
Urban.
So I was thinking about Urban Myths. To have a mythology one must have a culture. With culture there is some accepted baggage so lets go down that road for a bit and see where it leads us.
So, if you have urban myths, there must be some sort of urban culture. Now, there are those who would argue that there is urban culture, but I say it is, like Canadian culture, an invention of social scientists to explain something they have no words for. Consider if you will, the idea that each distinct cultural group has traditional foods that are identified with their culture. When was the last time you heard someone say "Hey! Lets go out for Urban food tonight!" No one does, just like Canadian food. We accept the idea of urban myths and urban music, but moving on with the urban cultural theme, are there people who identify themselves as a cultural group, like say Italian-Americans, Celtic-Americans, or Chinese-Americans? Ever hear someone say, "I am half Urban-American." I would guess not. Now, with cultural groups one can usually identify language as a common trait. I say this again disqualifies the urban culture idea. While I do agree there are urban terms, like bum, pimp, gangsta, and such, they are not distinctly unique to any given area. For example, take a West Coast rapper and put him in a room with an East Coast rapper. There are words that while they are both "Urban" they will not understand. Their base language is English. What they speak is not even a pinyin, it is more of an obscurity/popularity driven language. For example, consider how silly someone now sounds to us if they use the 1970’s version of urban language. To put it bluntly, "Mo-fo gonna done get his ass shot." To translate this into the more modern urban lingo "Bitch gonna get capped." The words while different are conveying the same messages and insults in general, "The poor unfortunate person who does not know the modern "hip" version of the language will surely be a victim of high velocity lead poisoning. "
I guess there is a beauty in simplicity.
Word,
Till next time
Be mindful and awake, my bitches.
Over and out!
Urban.
So I was thinking about Urban Myths. To have a mythology one must have a culture. With culture there is some accepted baggage so lets go down that road for a bit and see where it leads us.
So, if you have urban myths, there must be some sort of urban culture. Now, there are those who would argue that there is urban culture, but I say it is, like Canadian culture, an invention of social scientists to explain something they have no words for. Consider if you will, the idea that each distinct cultural group has traditional foods that are identified with their culture. When was the last time you heard someone say "Hey! Lets go out for Urban food tonight!" No one does, just like Canadian food. We accept the idea of urban myths and urban music, but moving on with the urban cultural theme, are there people who identify themselves as a cultural group, like say Italian-Americans, Celtic-Americans, or Chinese-Americans? Ever hear someone say, "I am half Urban-American." I would guess not. Now, with cultural groups one can usually identify language as a common trait. I say this again disqualifies the urban culture idea. While I do agree there are urban terms, like bum, pimp, gangsta, and such, they are not distinctly unique to any given area. For example, take a West Coast rapper and put him in a room with an East Coast rapper. There are words that while they are both "Urban" they will not understand. Their base language is English. What they speak is not even a pinyin, it is more of an obscurity/popularity driven language. For example, consider how silly someone now sounds to us if they use the 1970’s version of urban language. To put it bluntly, "Mo-fo gonna done get his ass shot." To translate this into the more modern urban lingo "Bitch gonna get capped." The words while different are conveying the same messages and insults in general, "The poor unfortunate person who does not know the modern "hip" version of the language will surely be a victim of high velocity lead poisoning. "
I guess there is a beauty in simplicity.
Word,
Till next time
Be mindful and awake, my bitches.
Over and out!
Friday, September 1, 2006
So, a day off
No really, I took one!
So I found this cool link that was design your own cassette tape. Now, some of you will get these jokes and some will not. Too bad, deal!
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
So I found this cool link that was design your own cassette tape. Now, some of you will get these jokes and some will not. Too bad, deal!
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Monday, August 21, 2006
Hello, is this thing on?!?!?!
Is anyone even reading this anymore?
I feel like I am talking to myself, only in a written form.
I feel like I am talking to myself, only in a written form.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Of Acronyms Politics and hats
I like acronyms. I know they are not exactly PC, but that's OK. While AFK last night, knowing I would BRB I had a brilliant idea, IMOHO. You see if the VP of the US were to become a MD or even a DO could he still keep it on the QT? Consider, why wont they let the VP who is like a CO go to Iraq? He's not our CEO by any means. I mean we own the LZ. Its not like we were fighting the VC, but I can see some of the problems involved. Want if he went MIA? Or worse yet, least for him got KIA? I mean what BS could the CIA dream up if he were a POW? Now, I may be a JAFO, but DIRLLIGAF? This gets me PO'd and is FUBAR as is our normal GOV SOP. ABC might be a SOL answer, but the NSA is a POD for CRAP. Of course that is just my POV. T/Y. :)
While talking on the phone the other night with Tom (see his blog like under Brother Thomas, and buy his books!) We were considering the other more complex problems of mankind and I may have been able to come up with an answer.
Hats.
It seems that conflict on most any scale is not so much about a difference in ideologies but a difference in hats. Take a look at most any conflict and there you will find the one thing that ties it to all conflict. It seems that in prehistory we did not by nature wear hats or were not as concerned with them. Then as time went on we began to develop more hats and the level of conflicts rose. When most everyone wore the same hat, conflict seemed to be quite limited. A village raid here, a little cattle raid there, but no major actions. I mean what is a cow between neighbors in the grand scheme. We can even now apply this to our own settings. Consider the Middle East. In Lebanon the more popular of hats in the kaftan, in Israel the Yammica. In history we can see this lesson as well. The Germans were big into hats. So were the Japanese with everything from format dress hats for the emperor to hats made from a leaf and lacquered. In the US at that time, it was the fedora. Before that it was the military hat and the cowboy hat. The Native Americans had feathers and fur. The array of hats in the Napoleonic wars was just staggering as well as their designs bordering on not only the fanciful but also the impractical. I think a lot of the conflict lies in the belief we put in hats. This hat is bigger than your hat so he must be in charge. That hat has more brass bangles that this one so he must know what he is doing and you're an idiot because you hat is not as shiny. He must be cosmically clued in because God gave him his hat. Yea right.
I somehow think that if the Great Universal Power were to hand down the design of a hat to someone it would not look like they have a hunk of fruit on their heads. Consider this: If your god(ess-ett-oidal) and your personal messenger and spokesperson on the planet of the monkey people needs a hat, are you going to make him or her look like the Sidney Opera House? If you were supposed to be the bringer of the word of the one almighty true non-believer smiting god, would not a hat that was a little more hat-like and less "Sorry but my hair is still wet" look a little more convincing? And don't think it is limited to "mainstream" religions. Just because you're wearing a set of antlers on your head does not mean your privy to the secrets of the universe. It means you look like a punchline from a bad joke. And the multi-phase moon circlet, please! Girl go find something better to wear on your head, like a rubber chicken. In most circles it will get you about the same amount of respect and a lot more laughs. Politics can be viewed from the hat perspective as well. While he may not be a real favorite in some quarters you do not see Tony Blair in a stupid hat do you? No, not even the ubiquitous British Bowler Derby. Stout fellow that Blair, out in the Sun and all that. Now let us look at Osama Bin Laudin. Um, dude, that look is so very 15th century. Get a suit and trim that goat looking soup catcher. You look like an LA beach bum who needs hosed down. I'm all down with you feeling you need to cover your head so you don't offend god, but get a new hat, please? I'll even spring for it if you will chill out. If your going to do the new hat, might as well update the look. And Mr. President, the frat party is over, you can take off the dunce cap now, we are all too well aware of what it is trying to tell us. And just as an aside to give the brain-pain a little boost, why do Tibetian monks and the royals from Hawaii wear the same hats yet are seperated by thousands of miles with not common hat design ancestor?
Now if you do not know me you might think I am anti-hat. This could not be further from the truth. I have an extensive collection of hats here. Daily I wear a simple and non-offensive hat in plain black. No sports logos, no team names, no schools and no NASCAR numbers, just a simple black hat.
God gave it to me.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
PS: I can even recommend two places for hats depending on your needs. For most hats I recommend http://www.mikethehatter.com or http://www.heathershijabs.com for our friends from the Middle East. I know the owner and she wears a hat too.
While talking on the phone the other night with Tom (see his blog like under Brother Thomas, and buy his books!) We were considering the other more complex problems of mankind and I may have been able to come up with an answer.
Hats.
It seems that conflict on most any scale is not so much about a difference in ideologies but a difference in hats. Take a look at most any conflict and there you will find the one thing that ties it to all conflict. It seems that in prehistory we did not by nature wear hats or were not as concerned with them. Then as time went on we began to develop more hats and the level of conflicts rose. When most everyone wore the same hat, conflict seemed to be quite limited. A village raid here, a little cattle raid there, but no major actions. I mean what is a cow between neighbors in the grand scheme. We can even now apply this to our own settings. Consider the Middle East. In Lebanon the more popular of hats in the kaftan, in Israel the Yammica. In history we can see this lesson as well. The Germans were big into hats. So were the Japanese with everything from format dress hats for the emperor to hats made from a leaf and lacquered. In the US at that time, it was the fedora. Before that it was the military hat and the cowboy hat. The Native Americans had feathers and fur. The array of hats in the Napoleonic wars was just staggering as well as their designs bordering on not only the fanciful but also the impractical. I think a lot of the conflict lies in the belief we put in hats. This hat is bigger than your hat so he must be in charge. That hat has more brass bangles that this one so he must know what he is doing and you're an idiot because you hat is not as shiny. He must be cosmically clued in because God gave him his hat. Yea right.
I somehow think that if the Great Universal Power were to hand down the design of a hat to someone it would not look like they have a hunk of fruit on their heads. Consider this: If your god(ess-ett-oidal) and your personal messenger and spokesperson on the planet of the monkey people needs a hat, are you going to make him or her look like the Sidney Opera House? If you were supposed to be the bringer of the word of the one almighty true non-believer smiting god, would not a hat that was a little more hat-like and less "Sorry but my hair is still wet" look a little more convincing? And don't think it is limited to "mainstream" religions. Just because you're wearing a set of antlers on your head does not mean your privy to the secrets of the universe. It means you look like a punchline from a bad joke. And the multi-phase moon circlet, please! Girl go find something better to wear on your head, like a rubber chicken. In most circles it will get you about the same amount of respect and a lot more laughs. Politics can be viewed from the hat perspective as well. While he may not be a real favorite in some quarters you do not see Tony Blair in a stupid hat do you? No, not even the ubiquitous British Bowler Derby. Stout fellow that Blair, out in the Sun and all that. Now let us look at Osama Bin Laudin. Um, dude, that look is so very 15th century. Get a suit and trim that goat looking soup catcher. You look like an LA beach bum who needs hosed down. I'm all down with you feeling you need to cover your head so you don't offend god, but get a new hat, please? I'll even spring for it if you will chill out. If your going to do the new hat, might as well update the look. And Mr. President, the frat party is over, you can take off the dunce cap now, we are all too well aware of what it is trying to tell us. And just as an aside to give the brain-pain a little boost, why do Tibetian monks and the royals from Hawaii wear the same hats yet are seperated by thousands of miles with not common hat design ancestor?
Now if you do not know me you might think I am anti-hat. This could not be further from the truth. I have an extensive collection of hats here. Daily I wear a simple and non-offensive hat in plain black. No sports logos, no team names, no schools and no NASCAR numbers, just a simple black hat.
God gave it to me.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
PS: I can even recommend two places for hats depending on your needs. For most hats I recommend http://www.mikethehatter.com or http://www.heathershijabs.com for our friends from the Middle East. I know the owner and she wears a hat too.
Monday, August 7, 2006
More on the book
A little more on the book real quick. I wanted to post some of the other pics (Thank you Judi!)
One thing I forgot to mention before about it is that I also did custom endpapers with floated enamel in reds and blues. Unfortunately the pics do not show the subtle blues too much.
So, more pics!!!
One thing I forgot to mention before about it is that I also did custom endpapers with floated enamel in reds and blues. Unfortunately the pics do not show the subtle blues too much.
So, more pics!!!
Monday, July 31, 2006
A project completed
On rare occasion it does happen. A project comes to a close and there is a finished product. So with out further procrastination, here is it
(Picture courtesy of Judi - My Sweety!)
It is not that big of a book but it is the first one I have done with a chain in the binding and with a custom brass clasp. I like the addition of the standoff bosses; I think it makes it spiffy
See, I do get things done eventually!
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
(Picture courtesy of Judi - My Sweety!)
It is not that big of a book but it is the first one I have done with a chain in the binding and with a custom brass clasp. I like the addition of the standoff bosses; I think it makes it spiffy
See, I do get things done eventually!
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Friday, July 21, 2006
A quick one to consider
So I read on CNN.com that they are doing zero gravity experiments on the International Space Station with fruit flies.
I think they are calling them by the wrong name.
Shouldn't they be fruit floats?
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
I think they are calling them by the wrong name.
Shouldn't they be fruit floats?
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The thought for today
Is there not something wrong with putting an anti-piracy statement at the beginning of a pirate movie?
Anyway, life has been moving along and with summer time comes a lack of posts. So there ya have it, not too much going on for right now.
Also, look up top. See the little ad thingy? Well, I am seeing about this google ad serving thing. Not that I expect to make bazillions of dollars. My intrest is a little more...comical. I just want to see what Google decides in a targeted ad on my site by it's content. This aught to be a hoot!
So remember, click on each banner ad 1000 times per visit ;)
Bleh
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Anyway, life has been moving along and with summer time comes a lack of posts. So there ya have it, not too much going on for right now.
Also, look up top. See the little ad thingy? Well, I am seeing about this google ad serving thing. Not that I expect to make bazillions of dollars. My intrest is a little more...comical. I just want to see what Google decides in a targeted ad on my site by it's content. This aught to be a hoot!
So remember, click on each banner ad 1000 times per visit ;)
Bleh
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Monday, June 5, 2006
By special request, here it is:
"Red Light Sabers And Ham"
I do not like Red lights sabers
I do not like them, Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like them in a lifeboat
I would not, could not, fight them with a goat
I will not like The Sith in the rain
I do not like them on a magelev train
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with bagels and lox!
I do not like The Sith in a house
I would not, could not, fight them with a mouse
I do not like them in a beach house
I would not, could not, flog them with a grouse
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith, they hurt my brain
I do not trust them near a cargo crane
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with dirty socks!
I do not like The Sith, they are not right
I would not, could not, use a moose in a fight
I do not like The Sith not even at night
I would not, could not, be so uptight
I do not like The Sith, they are fairly big
I would not, could not, fight them with a pig
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like The Sith deep in space
I do not like The Sith anyplace
I do not like them in a plain
I would not, could not, fight them, that's insane!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith during the day
I do not like them I wish they would go away
I do not like their nasty tricks
I will not fight them with their flying double inverse snap kicks!
I do not like The Sith not in a base
I do not like The Sith anyplace!
I do not like them in a ship
I would not, could not, fight them with a cowchip
I will not like The Sith on Tatooine
I do not like them anywhere I have seen
I would like to fry them dead
I will not fight them without my armor on my head!
I do not like The Sith in a temple, you see
I would not, could not, pummel them with a bee!
I do not like them in the North Sea
I would not, could not, bring them to High Tea!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like Red lights sabers
I do not like them, Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like them in a lifeboat
I would not, could not, fight them with a goat
I will not like The Sith in the rain
I do not like them on a magelev train
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with bagels and lox!
I do not like The Sith in a house
I would not, could not, fight them with a mouse
I do not like them in a beach house
I would not, could not, flog them with a grouse
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith, they hurt my brain
I do not trust them near a cargo crane
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with dirty socks!
I do not like The Sith, they are not right
I would not, could not, use a moose in a fight
I do not like The Sith not even at night
I would not, could not, be so uptight
I do not like The Sith, they are fairly big
I would not, could not, fight them with a pig
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like The Sith deep in space
I do not like The Sith anyplace
I do not like them in a plain
I would not, could not, fight them, that's insane!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith during the day
I do not like them I wish they would go away
I do not like their nasty tricks
I will not fight them with their flying double inverse snap kicks!
I do not like The Sith not in a base
I do not like The Sith anyplace!
I do not like them in a ship
I would not, could not, fight them with a cowchip
I will not like The Sith on Tatooine
I do not like them anywhere I have seen
I would like to fry them dead
I will not fight them without my armor on my head!
I do not like The Sith in a temple, you see
I would not, could not, pummel them with a bee!
I do not like them in the North Sea
I would not, could not, bring them to High Tea!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
Friday, May 5, 2006
WOW! My 100th Post!!!!
Happy Cinco De Mayo! Celebrate Mayonnaise!
With the distinct lack of comments, updates have been slow coming.
Does anyone really read this anymore?
I would hope with over 12,500 hits someone would be, yet it seems like no one ever does. Oh well, I'll just talk to myself. Not like an accusation of insanity would ever stop me.
So here is my latest set of things:
Solving the federal deficit in one easy swoop:
Tax Vitalis. You know that nasty smelling hair stuff all the guys in power use in their hair cause their fathers did in the 50s? Tax it and as the base consumption of it drops that should free up more oil reserves. How do you know the plan is working? Watch for more men with the /Executive Hair/ to start having bad hair days. Too much snow on the roof, his brain is in danger!
Conversations with my motorcycle.
Yes, my bike and I seem to have these odd little conversations. No the bike does not actually talk back in English to me, but it does make its feelings well known. Let me give you an example. All the bike comments will be enclosed so bear with me.
Wow, bright sunny day. Let's go for a ride! (I don't wanna)
Oh come on it will be fun! (No I don't wanna)
Now, you have gas and your battery is charged. You should at least start. (Alright, but your not gonna like it…*vroom,sputter,die* See?)
Oh come on! (I just wanna stay here.)
No, we are going for a ride. I have tools and I am not afraid to use them. (I need oil...My valves are out of adjustment)
Okay you need oil, fair enough. Your valves are not out of adjustment, we did that last time and they don't go out of wack in less than 3 miles. (Fine, I’ll start, but I wanna smoke)
Alright you big sissy, smoke for a while, but it is not any good for you. (My brakes hurt)
Dammit no the don’t! I rebuilt them last week. (I want a drink of water)
You’re an air-cooled engine for craps sake, you don’t need water! (Fine..if your going to be that way about it.)
*vroom (cloud of smoke, choke the kids across the street) thump thump thump*
(There I’m at idle now...Happy?)
Nope, we are going to go for a little ride.
(Oh bloody hell! Lay off on the oatmeal pies will you, mate? You’ve got more ass on me than a mule team!)
Watch it bub, I’ll make you into a moped. Besides how did you get the English accent? Your made in India!
(Oh, um..cause I am from the Raj. Yea, that’s it!)
Oh just go into gear dammit…..
Only an Enfield rider can appreciate this fully.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
(And perhaps leave a comment?)
With the distinct lack of comments, updates have been slow coming.
Does anyone really read this anymore?
I would hope with over 12,500 hits someone would be, yet it seems like no one ever does. Oh well, I'll just talk to myself. Not like an accusation of insanity would ever stop me.
So here is my latest set of things:
Solving the federal deficit in one easy swoop:
Tax Vitalis. You know that nasty smelling hair stuff all the guys in power use in their hair cause their fathers did in the 50s? Tax it and as the base consumption of it drops that should free up more oil reserves. How do you know the plan is working? Watch for more men with the /Executive Hair/ to start having bad hair days. Too much snow on the roof, his brain is in danger!
Conversations with my motorcycle.
Yes, my bike and I seem to have these odd little conversations. No the bike does not actually talk back in English to me, but it does make its feelings well known. Let me give you an example. All the bike comments will be enclosed so bear with me.
Wow, bright sunny day. Let's go for a ride! (I don't wanna)
Oh come on it will be fun! (No I don't wanna)
Now, you have gas and your battery is charged. You should at least start. (Alright, but your not gonna like it…*vroom,sputter,die* See?)
Oh come on! (I just wanna stay here.)
No, we are going for a ride. I have tools and I am not afraid to use them. (I need oil...My valves are out of adjustment)
Okay you need oil, fair enough. Your valves are not out of adjustment, we did that last time and they don't go out of wack in less than 3 miles. (Fine, I’ll start, but I wanna smoke)
Alright you big sissy, smoke for a while, but it is not any good for you. (My brakes hurt)
Dammit no the don’t! I rebuilt them last week. (I want a drink of water)
You’re an air-cooled engine for craps sake, you don’t need water! (Fine..if your going to be that way about it.)
*vroom (cloud of smoke, choke the kids across the street) thump thump thump*
(There I’m at idle now...Happy?)
Nope, we are going to go for a little ride.
(Oh bloody hell! Lay off on the oatmeal pies will you, mate? You’ve got more ass on me than a mule team!)
Watch it bub, I’ll make you into a moped. Besides how did you get the English accent? Your made in India!
(Oh, um..cause I am from the Raj. Yea, that’s it!)
Oh just go into gear dammit…..
Only an Enfield rider can appreciate this fully.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
(And perhaps leave a comment?)
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
The power of a word to inspire
This morning during my early and somewhat bleary-eyed wanderings about the net I began somehow thinking about Spam. Why Spam? Well, let us use the wayback machine here at MooseBase Alpha and I'll tell you.
See when we say Spam many people think about unwanted emails. While this has become an accepted term nowadays, used as easily as most any other techno-pirated term, I do feel to an extent it does a disservice to the real Spam. Many years ago I was given a can of spam by a friend (Barb over at Http:\\www.tigersandstrawberries.com) as a gag birthday gift. Well, this little can of Spam has now traveled many thousands of miles with me as almost a form of ritual token. Yes, it has flown and driven mass distances. Sometimes it rides on the dashboard drawing strange looks from passers by and other times it snuggles in a glove box or bag; it's aura flowing freely about the passenger cabin. Yes, the Spam has a light side as well.
Few people think about Spam as the glorious product that it really is. Did you know that there is a Spam Museum? How about the SpamMobile? Yes, there are 3 of them. Also there is a Spam fan club. In some parts of the world Spam is considered a delicacy and something served only to the most favored of guests. Amazing, but true, that Spam has received a presidential recognition for the role it has played in the winning of World War Two. Yes, that is right, Spam helped to defeat the Axis in Europe. Many a Nazi (Notice I said Nazi, not Naaazzy.) felt the sting of Spam produced here in the United States. Did the Hormel Corporation rest on its laurels? No! Spam has seen combat in Korea, Viet Nam, Grenada, Panama, The Persian Gulf and almost every theater of hostile action in the world. Many a time had the humble Spam repelled the great Red Menace during the Cold War years. Ever seen Ivan eat Spam? No! Because it was filled with the secret ingredient that gives Spam all it's power, freedom. No, it is not that jelly stuff that clings to the outside, I have no real clue what that is. But anyway, did you ever wonder why cans of Spam function just like a hand grenade? Have you ever seen the radius of destruction one single can of Spam can create? Nuclear Weapons are all fine and good but if you really want to scare the begeesus out of an enemy, consider dropping the big one: The Spam Bomb. We have it and we should not be afraid to use it.
(A small disclaimer: Spam is a registered trademark of the Hormel Corporation and is used here for comedic parody purposes only. All rights are reserved by their respective owners. Please do not send the weasel lawyers after me.)
(Another small disclaimer: I mean no offence to the noble weasel or its related creatures. Please do not send your weasel lawyers after me, as they are more frightening than the spam lawyers.)
See when we say Spam many people think about unwanted emails. While this has become an accepted term nowadays, used as easily as most any other techno-pirated term, I do feel to an extent it does a disservice to the real Spam. Many years ago I was given a can of spam by a friend (Barb over at Http:\\www.tigersandstrawberries.com) as a gag birthday gift. Well, this little can of Spam has now traveled many thousands of miles with me as almost a form of ritual token. Yes, it has flown and driven mass distances. Sometimes it rides on the dashboard drawing strange looks from passers by and other times it snuggles in a glove box or bag; it's aura flowing freely about the passenger cabin. Yes, the Spam has a light side as well.
Few people think about Spam as the glorious product that it really is. Did you know that there is a Spam Museum? How about the SpamMobile? Yes, there are 3 of them. Also there is a Spam fan club. In some parts of the world Spam is considered a delicacy and something served only to the most favored of guests. Amazing, but true, that Spam has received a presidential recognition for the role it has played in the winning of World War Two. Yes, that is right, Spam helped to defeat the Axis in Europe. Many a Nazi (Notice I said Nazi, not Naaazzy.) felt the sting of Spam produced here in the United States. Did the Hormel Corporation rest on its laurels? No! Spam has seen combat in Korea, Viet Nam, Grenada, Panama, The Persian Gulf and almost every theater of hostile action in the world. Many a time had the humble Spam repelled the great Red Menace during the Cold War years. Ever seen Ivan eat Spam? No! Because it was filled with the secret ingredient that gives Spam all it's power, freedom. No, it is not that jelly stuff that clings to the outside, I have no real clue what that is. But anyway, did you ever wonder why cans of Spam function just like a hand grenade? Have you ever seen the radius of destruction one single can of Spam can create? Nuclear Weapons are all fine and good but if you really want to scare the begeesus out of an enemy, consider dropping the big one: The Spam Bomb. We have it and we should not be afraid to use it.
(A small disclaimer: Spam is a registered trademark of the Hormel Corporation and is used here for comedic parody purposes only. All rights are reserved by their respective owners. Please do not send the weasel lawyers after me.)
(Another small disclaimer: I mean no offence to the noble weasel or its related creatures. Please do not send your weasel lawyers after me, as they are more frightening than the spam lawyers.)
Saturday, March 4, 2006
I knew eventually it would become clear.
So I was checking through the trash bin in my email program, where out of 250 some odd messages more than 200 went this morning and I saw the header of an email that made it all too clear to me.
See, there are these spammers out there. If you didn't notice by now, you do not have email. Now consider this, all they need is to hook you on one thing and then the rest of their junk suddenly seems worthwhile. There are drugs to lower cholesterol, a drug to counter the effects of that drug. You will need another to counteract the side effects of that one, which may cause weight gain, and so on and so forth. I think you can see the trend.
Today though was different. They caught and held my attention for almost 30 seconds. Then luckily I snapped back to reality. What, pray tell, did the message header say?
Complimentary $500 Gift Card to Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Doughnuts
So close...so very close...
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
See, there are these spammers out there. If you didn't notice by now, you do not have email. Now consider this, all they need is to hook you on one thing and then the rest of their junk suddenly seems worthwhile. There are drugs to lower cholesterol, a drug to counter the effects of that drug. You will need another to counteract the side effects of that one, which may cause weight gain, and so on and so forth. I think you can see the trend.
Today though was different. They caught and held my attention for almost 30 seconds. Then luckily I snapped back to reality. What, pray tell, did the message header say?
Complimentary $500 Gift Card to Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Doughnuts
So close...so very close...
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Oh, can I use the Black Sabbath tune royalty free now????
Your results:
| You are Iron Man |
| Iron Man | 85% |
| Green Lantern | 70% |
| Spider-Man | 65% |
| Hulk | 60% |
| Robin | 57% |
| Batman | 55% |
| Catwoman | 40% |
| Superman | 40% |
| Wonder Woman | 37% |
| Supergirl | 37% |
| The Flash | 35% |
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Comment becomes a rant
Make sure that you read Barb's Tigers And Strawberries for the context I am drawing from.(Look over on the right, it is in the perm links)
Okay, since I have some coin to spare, let me toss in my .25 cents on this.
Do the people of his home planet think Adam Weissman is some kind of genius? Problem number one I have is the "vegan lifestyle" relies on many falsehoods. Being vegan in ones eating can be a matter of choice, personal ethics, or medical necessity. Fair enough. But when you try to shove it down my throat, your in a for a fight. These people seem to forget that if a farmer is not "commercial" in his use of machines he then uses either horses or an ox to plow. Some call this animal exploitation. I call it smart. Developed brains usually make smart choices. When brains begin to rot from being fed garbage, they become "Freegans". I can lay fairly good money that there are almost 0 farms in North America that use human powered plows, no matter how ecologically sound and earth friendly they might be. I also find that there are a good number of these people have no need to be the way they are but do it not out of some want to be part of an actual effective movement. Basically, these pathetic schmucks need to belong to something; if it was not this they could just as easily be Nazis loose in the back alleys of America. Don't think so, then think again. Extremism in any form can be dangerous. Best to seek the middle path.
Next lets move on to this whole idea of hunter-gatherer groups being the "Golden Age" of mankind. Hello? Mr Freegan-psycho who expounds the bunny hugger idea of this mythological never-never land. Then let us start with the first part of the name: HUNTER. My ancestors did not evolve to become great hunters by stalking the wild asparagus. Nor did they evolve the abilities in tool making so they could track down and kill the free-range radicchio. Don't forget that your ancestors did the same thing. How many 3 or 4 th generation vegetarians do you know of? This is something in general brought about by the modern advances in farming. We, as a species create things like language, art communication and something that I find lacking in a large amount of the extreme granola earth-nugget: BATHING. Yes, of course, soap exploits animals and is a tool of the man. I am sure that somewhere there is a boardroom filled with people trying to plan the downfall of modern civilization by the development of better and more effect personal cleaning agents. Oh, and a word of advice, Patchouli is not a substitute for a bath, EVER. I have never seen a medical professional say to clean a wound using patchouli. It could have something to do with foraging in a dumpster. Now back to the hunter rant. I am not exactly sure but I do not recall anyone ever saying that killing an animal was exploiting it. That is using it for food, something completely different. Making it wear a purple mumu and do Ethel Mermen impressions is exploiting it. I wear a leather jacket. I have items made from bone. Let some 98-pound freegan get in my face about how I am exploiting animals and I'll prove to him what an evolved omnivore can do with a little herbivore. Course, I don't think they are vegetarians. See that would entail them eating just vegetables, so he would be an herbivore. They eat garbage, so that makes them scavengers. I don't eat scavengers. Doesn't mean I wouldn't give one a smack up side the head. Maybe two, if it were funny. Yea, the leather is from an animal. So is the attitude. Deal. I am not recycling as that denotes using something for a second time. I myself think it makes more sense to use this effectively the first time. Why waste the leather if I am going to eat the meat? Give me a bone necklace to go with it and that should complete the ensemble.
Till next time
Be mindful and awake.
(And enjoy a hamburger)
Okay, since I have some coin to spare, let me toss in my .25 cents on this.
Do the people of his home planet think Adam Weissman is some kind of genius? Problem number one I have is the "vegan lifestyle" relies on many falsehoods. Being vegan in ones eating can be a matter of choice, personal ethics, or medical necessity. Fair enough. But when you try to shove it down my throat, your in a for a fight. These people seem to forget that if a farmer is not "commercial" in his use of machines he then uses either horses or an ox to plow. Some call this animal exploitation. I call it smart. Developed brains usually make smart choices. When brains begin to rot from being fed garbage, they become "Freegans". I can lay fairly good money that there are almost 0 farms in North America that use human powered plows, no matter how ecologically sound and earth friendly they might be. I also find that there are a good number of these people have no need to be the way they are but do it not out of some want to be part of an actual effective movement. Basically, these pathetic schmucks need to belong to something; if it was not this they could just as easily be Nazis loose in the back alleys of America. Don't think so, then think again. Extremism in any form can be dangerous. Best to seek the middle path.
Next lets move on to this whole idea of hunter-gatherer groups being the "Golden Age" of mankind. Hello? Mr Freegan-psycho who expounds the bunny hugger idea of this mythological never-never land. Then let us start with the first part of the name: HUNTER. My ancestors did not evolve to become great hunters by stalking the wild asparagus. Nor did they evolve the abilities in tool making so they could track down and kill the free-range radicchio. Don't forget that your ancestors did the same thing. How many 3 or 4 th generation vegetarians do you know of? This is something in general brought about by the modern advances in farming. We, as a species create things like language, art communication and something that I find lacking in a large amount of the extreme granola earth-nugget: BATHING. Yes, of course, soap exploits animals and is a tool of the man. I am sure that somewhere there is a boardroom filled with people trying to plan the downfall of modern civilization by the development of better and more effect personal cleaning agents. Oh, and a word of advice, Patchouli is not a substitute for a bath, EVER. I have never seen a medical professional say to clean a wound using patchouli. It could have something to do with foraging in a dumpster. Now back to the hunter rant. I am not exactly sure but I do not recall anyone ever saying that killing an animal was exploiting it. That is using it for food, something completely different. Making it wear a purple mumu and do Ethel Mermen impressions is exploiting it. I wear a leather jacket. I have items made from bone. Let some 98-pound freegan get in my face about how I am exploiting animals and I'll prove to him what an evolved omnivore can do with a little herbivore. Course, I don't think they are vegetarians. See that would entail them eating just vegetables, so he would be an herbivore. They eat garbage, so that makes them scavengers. I don't eat scavengers. Doesn't mean I wouldn't give one a smack up side the head. Maybe two, if it were funny. Yea, the leather is from an animal. So is the attitude. Deal. I am not recycling as that denotes using something for a second time. I myself think it makes more sense to use this effectively the first time. Why waste the leather if I am going to eat the meat? Give me a bone necklace to go with it and that should complete the ensemble.
Till next time
Be mindful and awake.
(And enjoy a hamburger)
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Words and playing by the rules
I was thinking about words. You know that we use them every day and from more languages than we can even imagine without a second thought.
English, in all its various forms, seems to be infiltrating every language there is out there. You find English in Russian, Chinese, French, and even more obscure languages. Walk up to a Masai and try to say hello in English and there is a good chance you will just get stared at, if one is willing to forgo the fact he may be staring at you just for being out in the middle of the Masai-mara without some sort of weapon. Oh, perhaps weapon is not exactly the most politically correct term. It is kind of inflammatory. How about "Anti-Lion Self Defense Device"? No, anti-lion is not real good either. We shouldn't be anti-lion as that is discriminatory and it pisses off the World Wildlife Fund. Oops, they are the WWF now; don't want to get them in a tizzy. Perhaps we should use "Anti-carnivore Attitude Adjustment Apparatus"? Sorry, there I go again with "anti-" something. How about "Pro-Life Saving Device"? Ooo, no good, bad track record with that wording. Let us try "Existence Assurance Apparatus". So you are standing in the middle of the Masai-mara staring at the 7-foot tall fellow. Oh wait, is tall a wrong term? Lets use "Altitude Gifted". There could be a problem with the word fellow. Let me try this again.
So you are in a generally vertical position in reference to the planet, near, but in deferential respect to the personal space of the 7-foot or 2.1336 meter altitude gifted being of indeterminate orientation personally but who is observationally generally vertical position in reference to the planet, near, but at a distance in deferential respect to your personal space, while you both assert respectfully your personhood, who is there, in relative observation to time/space, holding an existence assurance apparatus who may be wondering where your existence assurance apparatus is and why you are here in the general point of time/space and not in the more philosophical/religious formation of said question.
And you just said hello in English.
Welcome to the confusion that is my mind.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
English, in all its various forms, seems to be infiltrating every language there is out there. You find English in Russian, Chinese, French, and even more obscure languages. Walk up to a Masai and try to say hello in English and there is a good chance you will just get stared at, if one is willing to forgo the fact he may be staring at you just for being out in the middle of the Masai-mara without some sort of weapon. Oh, perhaps weapon is not exactly the most politically correct term. It is kind of inflammatory. How about "Anti-Lion Self Defense Device"? No, anti-lion is not real good either. We shouldn't be anti-lion as that is discriminatory and it pisses off the World Wildlife Fund. Oops, they are the WWF now; don't want to get them in a tizzy. Perhaps we should use "Anti-carnivore Attitude Adjustment Apparatus"? Sorry, there I go again with "anti-" something. How about "Pro-Life Saving Device"? Ooo, no good, bad track record with that wording. Let us try "Existence Assurance Apparatus". So you are standing in the middle of the Masai-mara staring at the 7-foot tall fellow. Oh wait, is tall a wrong term? Lets use "Altitude Gifted". There could be a problem with the word fellow. Let me try this again.
So you are in a generally vertical position in reference to the planet, near, but in deferential respect to the personal space of the 7-foot or 2.1336 meter altitude gifted being of indeterminate orientation personally but who is observationally generally vertical position in reference to the planet, near, but at a distance in deferential respect to your personal space, while you both assert respectfully your personhood, who is there, in relative observation to time/space, holding an existence assurance apparatus who may be wondering where your existence assurance apparatus is and why you are here in the general point of time/space and not in the more philosophical/religious formation of said question.
And you just said hello in English.
Welcome to the confusion that is my mind.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Sunday, February 5, 2006
False Idols
So there I was, minding my own business as usual doing a little shopping on Friday in Wally-World and low and behold some schmuck in a Steelers jersey comments loudly to a friend upon parting "Have a Happy Super Bowl!" I almost barfed on the spot. To make matters worse, and I know saying this will piss off someone, the person saying it was a woman.
I'm sorry, ladies. I for the longest time thought of the football fanatic as the average post college frat boy who is a few cases of beer overhanging his belt. It appears that women can be sucked into the quasi-psychotic mania I thought was only reserved for the PBR-brain damaged males. I am wrong apparently and far enough removed from that end of the male gene pool that I can admit my failure with a clear conscience.
I have over time observed an almost religious fervor I football fans. Their team is awesome and your team sucks. Their god is the only one true god and yours is a false one leading you astray. And they can quote you the statistics as to why their god is so much better, going back to the inception of their universe at the formation of the NFL in Canton Ohio on September 17, 1920. There must be a special comfort in being able to pinpoint exactly the creation of ones universe to a car showroom on a single day.
Keeping with the whole religious motif, I have in a flash of inspiration come up with the new NFL-revised 10 Commandments for the Faithful Fan. Gee, I wonder if in 2000 years they will be having holy wars in my name? Who knows and more importantly, who cares?
NFL-revised 10 Commandments for the Faithful Fan
1 I am the LORD your God, you shall have no other gods before me. You shall avoid the CFL for they are an abomination.
2 You shall not take the Name of the LORD your God in vain, even when attempting to influence a win.
3 Keep holy the Sabbath day for games, playoffs and eventually the Super Bowl.
4 Honor your father and your mother by giving them the recliner and the remote, provided they are turning on "The Game".
5 You shall not kilt, nor shall thou go shirtless with painted fat in team colors. Rainbow afro wigs are right out!
6 You shall not commit adultery as this will cut into viewing time. Replay will only carry you so far.
7 You shall not steal for only the interception is blessed.
8 You shall not bear false witness. If you bet and you loose, pay up. Do not deny your faith in your team.
9 You shall not covet your neighbor's wife nor husband even if she is a cheerleader for a team or he has season passes.
10 You shall not covet your neighbor's goods for if your neighbor is a true follower they will invite you to watch "The Game" on their big screen home theater.
You know it might be a more interesting game to watch if they greased the ball and every other 10-yard section of the field. Maybe that is just my sense of humor, but it would be funny at least to listen to. "He's got the ball. He's on the 20, the 30, the 20, the 40, and the 30; he's in the stands and now sliding rapidly into the concession area, OH! Look at that popcorn fly!"
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
I'm sorry, ladies. I for the longest time thought of the football fanatic as the average post college frat boy who is a few cases of beer overhanging his belt. It appears that women can be sucked into the quasi-psychotic mania I thought was only reserved for the PBR-brain damaged males. I am wrong apparently and far enough removed from that end of the male gene pool that I can admit my failure with a clear conscience.
I have over time observed an almost religious fervor I football fans. Their team is awesome and your team sucks. Their god is the only one true god and yours is a false one leading you astray. And they can quote you the statistics as to why their god is so much better, going back to the inception of their universe at the formation of the NFL in Canton Ohio on September 17, 1920. There must be a special comfort in being able to pinpoint exactly the creation of ones universe to a car showroom on a single day.
Keeping with the whole religious motif, I have in a flash of inspiration come up with the new NFL-revised 10 Commandments for the Faithful Fan. Gee, I wonder if in 2000 years they will be having holy wars in my name? Who knows and more importantly, who cares?
NFL-revised 10 Commandments for the Faithful Fan
1 I am the LORD your God, you shall have no other gods before me. You shall avoid the CFL for they are an abomination.
2 You shall not take the Name of the LORD your God in vain, even when attempting to influence a win.
3 Keep holy the Sabbath day for games, playoffs and eventually the Super Bowl.
4 Honor your father and your mother by giving them the recliner and the remote, provided they are turning on "The Game".
5 You shall not kilt, nor shall thou go shirtless with painted fat in team colors. Rainbow afro wigs are right out!
6 You shall not commit adultery as this will cut into viewing time. Replay will only carry you so far.
7 You shall not steal for only the interception is blessed.
8 You shall not bear false witness. If you bet and you loose, pay up. Do not deny your faith in your team.
9 You shall not covet your neighbor's wife nor husband even if she is a cheerleader for a team or he has season passes.
10 You shall not covet your neighbor's goods for if your neighbor is a true follower they will invite you to watch "The Game" on their big screen home theater.
You know it might be a more interesting game to watch if they greased the ball and every other 10-yard section of the field. Maybe that is just my sense of humor, but it would be funny at least to listen to. "He's got the ball. He's on the 20, the 30, the 20, the 40, and the 30; he's in the stands and now sliding rapidly into the concession area, OH! Look at that popcorn fly!"
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Read the page not this BS!
Alright Space Ponys, saddle up and head over to http://www.tigersandstrawberries.com/.
That's Barb's blog and she just won a Gianormous award for her spiffy food blogging.
Yes, this is the only person I will work with in a kitchen and not threaten. So, now you have a frame of refrence.
That's Barb's blog and she just won a Gianormous award for her spiffy food blogging.
Yes, this is the only person I will work with in a kitchen and not threaten. So, now you have a frame of refrence.
Friday, January 20, 2006
A few things some of them /quite/ wierd
I saw a bee today. A BEE!?!? In January? WTF, Gus?
Okay, so another one of those just about to fall asleep and the mind begins to flounder a bit in its own juices. I was considering the word discombobulate. I figured the root of the word must be combobulate. Add in to this, my spellchecker understands discombobulate, but not combobulate.
So here is what I was able to find out.
Combobulate seems to be a contraction of the Latin combo "to drink up or suck in" and the word late"broadly, widely, extensively". So therefore we can define combobulate as "to suck widely". This would make clear our fascination with things being discombobulated, or literally "to the opposite of suck widely", or to not suck. (From Latin dis-, apart, asunder.)
Then I began to put different prefixes on the word to give it a little wider range of usage. Consider
exocombobulate: to suck widely outside
endocombobulate: to suck in widely
antecombobulate: before sucking widely
autocombobulate: to broadly suck automatically
bicombobulate: to suck two things extensively
circumcombobulate: to suck widely around something
contracombobulate: to blow
miscombobulate: to sucky very badly
semicombobulate: to half suck widely
telecombobulate: to suck widely over a distance
ultracombobulate: to extremely suck extensively
unicombobulate: to suck broadly one single item
It is unfortunate that all this research may be for not as I do not see the majority of these words ever being used in conversation.
Oh well, let your minds run amuck.
Amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, thack
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Okay, so another one of those just about to fall asleep and the mind begins to flounder a bit in its own juices. I was considering the word discombobulate. I figured the root of the word must be combobulate. Add in to this, my spellchecker understands discombobulate, but not combobulate.
So here is what I was able to find out.
Combobulate seems to be a contraction of the Latin combo "to drink up or suck in" and the word late"broadly, widely, extensively". So therefore we can define combobulate as "to suck widely". This would make clear our fascination with things being discombobulated, or literally "to the opposite of suck widely", or to not suck. (From Latin dis-, apart, asunder.)
Then I began to put different prefixes on the word to give it a little wider range of usage. Consider
exocombobulate: to suck widely outside
endocombobulate: to suck in widely
antecombobulate: before sucking widely
autocombobulate: to broadly suck automatically
bicombobulate: to suck two things extensively
circumcombobulate: to suck widely around something
contracombobulate: to blow
miscombobulate: to sucky very badly
semicombobulate: to half suck widely
telecombobulate: to suck widely over a distance
ultracombobulate: to extremely suck extensively
unicombobulate: to suck broadly one single item
It is unfortunate that all this research may be for not as I do not see the majority of these words ever being used in conversation.
Oh well, let your minds run amuck.
Amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck, thack
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
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