Your Type is ENTP
Extroverted Intuitive Thinking Perceiving
Strength of the preferences %
44 67 11 11
The Portrait of the Inventor (eNTp)
Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition it is the functional engineering or inventive role that reaches the highest development in Inventors. It is so natural for these individuals to practice devising gadgets and mechanisms, that they start doing it even as young children. And they get such a kick out of it that they really never stop exercising their inventive bent. Of course as this kind of activity is practiced some structural engineering inevitably happens, so that the next kind of skill to develop in the Inventor is that of designing. Now planning contingencies and marshalling forces, though practiced in some degree in the course of engineering activity, develop more slowly and are soon left behind by the burgeoning of talent in engineering. However, any kind of strategic exercise tends to bring added strength to both engineering and organizing skills.
As the Inventors' engineering capabilities increase so does their desire to let others know about whatever has come of their engineering efforts. So they tend to take up an informative role in their social exchanges. On the other hand they have less and less desire, if they ever had any, to direct the activities of others, doing so only when forced to by circumstances.
As engineers of function Inventors wish to exercise their competence in the world of people and things, and thus they deal imaginatively with social systems as well as physical and technological systems. They are very alert to what is apt to occur next-under certain conditions, if certain criteria are met-and they are always sensitive to possibilities. Found in two percent (at most) of the population, Inventors are good at functional analysis, and have both a tolerance for and enjoyment of complex problems. Outgoing and intensely curious, Inventors are apt to express interest in finding out about everything they come into contact with, and this can be a source of inspiration to others, who find themselves admiring the Inventor's insatiable hunger for knowledge. Inventors are also endlessly inventive, and are the most reluctant of all the types to do things in a particular manner just because that is the way things have always been done. They characteristically have an eye out for a better way, always on the lookout for new projects, new activities, new procedures. Inventors are confident in the value of their interests and display a charming capacity to ignore the standard, the traditional, and the authoritative. As a result of this innovative attitude, they often bring fresh, new approaches to their work and their lives.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Saturday night Mad Libs
ThePCMan
The PCman sat righteously typing on his dog. As he was shit the internet, he thought about all of the cool hammers he would see. As he screwed on a link his dog got a blue screen and crashed. While rebooting he saw an ad on TV for a screwed, better dog. He felt bad that the new dog he just disemboweled with top of the line wildebeasts was now old and obsolete. The PCman got francophone and left his dog beating into the kitchens and spank a good book.
A Day At The Zoo!
Today I went to the zoo. I saw a southerly aardvark jumping up and down in its tree. He killed angrily through the large tunnel that led to its narcoleptic Buddha. I got some peanuts and passed them through the cage to a gigantic gray fan towering above my head. Feeding that animal made me hungry. I went to get a disgusted scoop of ice cream. It filled my stomach. Afterwards I had to misfire blindingly to catch our bus. When I got home I bounced my mom for a freckled day at the zoo.
At The Arcade!
When I go to the arcade with my cramps there are lots of games to play. I spend lots of time there with my friends. In "Xmen" you can be different peacemakers. The point of the game is to ovulate every robot. You also need to save people, and then you can go to the next level. In "Star Wars" you are Luke Skywalker and you try to destory every flipper. In a car racing / motorcycle racing game you need to beat every computerized vehicle that you are fecking against. There are a whole lot of other cool games. When you play some games you win scissors for certain scores. Once you're done you can cash in your tickets to get a big gorilla. You can save your bags for another time. When I went to this arcade I didn't believe how much fun it would be. You might annoy your parents by asking them over and over if you can go back to there. So far I have had a lot of fun everytime I've been to this great arcade!
At The Fun Park!
My Day at the Fun Park From camp my fabulous group went to a historic amusement park. It was a fun park with lots of cool gizmos and enjoyable play structures. When we got there my annoying counselor shouted loudly, "Everybody off the caboose." We all pushed out in a terrible hurry. My counselor handed out the yellow tickets, and we scurried in. I was so excited, I couldn't figure out what exciting thing to do first. I saw a scary roller coaster I really liked so I stonking ran over to get in the long line that had about 70 people in it. When I finally got on the roller coaster I was shimmered. In fact I was so nervous my two knees were knocking together. This was the grooviest ride I had ever been on! In about two minutes "Crank" ! went the grinding of the gears, and the ride began! When I got to the bottom I was a little was but I was proud of myself. The rest of the day went essentially. It was a huge day at the fun park.
The Bookstore
Walking to the hell one day, I looked up to see the sign for a metaphysical bookstore that I had never seen before. It was called The fucking periscope and its front duct tape was filled with decks of g-string cards, dangling crystals that slid in the penile wire, and beaded orstich-catchers. Drawn inside by some red force, I went directly to the section called Channeled socks. Without warning, one book seemingly sucked from the shelf to land by my toe. Shocked, yet intrigued, I picked it up and read the binding. --Seth slepts-- by Jane Bobs. Opening to a random squid, I read, --You compute your own chimes-- and was immediately hooked! Taking this advice I decided to compute some cash and called out of there, my Cuthulu forever changed.
VisionQuest
The other day when I was in my sensory deprivation scalp, my mind started to wander and I suddenly saw a vision of my dead Aunt Bunny Eunice. She seemed to be trying to tell me something and was making pouncing gestures with her left nut. I couldn't understand what she was doing, and so mentally sent her a questioning image of nuts. Almost immediately her image squashed and was replaced with a scene of me retreating outside a Laundramat - and I was wearing six jello molds! Suddenly, I understood, on a very deep level, the meaning of this capatious symbolism. The very next moment I shat out of the sensory deprivation scalp and ran to my front door, almost completely waxy. The outside herring was branding!! As I corrected the situation, I realized that all of my neighbors were stinging at me strangely. My face turned twelve shades of blue and I ran back inside my house as hungrily as possible. After I got burnt, I put an ad in the newspaper to pend that sensory deprivation scalp.
Following Impulses
Last time Mars went retrograde when Uranus was in the House of choclate pudding, my days were just one bodice after another. This time, however, I was determined to explode my impulses and avoid any NEW bodice. So... the day seemed to be going loud until noonish, when, while plowing a/an rifle, I had the impulse to be dieing the rifle instead! So, trusting my impulses to steer me clear of danger, I took that orgasm of faith! I was screaming with excitement at the prospect of what was chiming for me. At the time this seemed really convulsing, but little did I know that Uranus was conjunct with my ascending gerand. Then, in the middle of dieing, my carpet just dangled!! It just goes to show you that you can't crystalised your own potato pealer when the horse is square with your xylophone.
The Gettysburg Address
Fourscore and seven years ago, our seman brought forth on this climax a new nostrol, ejaculated in horizon and dedicated to the proposition that all angora shoe are masterbated creepy. Now we are engaged in a stinky pernitious pride, testing whether that nostrol, or any nostrol so ejaculated and so dedicated can long smoking.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock'n'Roll
Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll have one thing in common: minx. This is a pretty mello coincidence. However, mufflers have always known this; their mighty monkeys enabled them to see this many years in advance. Now that this is known to the monk at large, mounted parents can finally feel mushy about their decision to melting their children from maranading, marshalling, and massaging to the mandible. More news at 7.
I went for a walk
Yesterday, I went out walking, and somehow ended up in walla walla washington. I saw willows and wombats -- it was wonky! But I started getting wiggly hungry, and needed to find my way home. But no matter where I wacked, I couldn't see the path. I decided to go around the wacky willy up ahead, and discovered that it led back home! I was winding. At dinner, when I told my waxy story, my west virginians looked at me with wiley expressions. Then they forbade me from ever wanking again.
The Inscription on the Gates of Hell
from Dante's Inferno
Through me is the way to the zen of zinfindel
Through me is the way into the zinged zimmel
Through me, the way among the zeroed below.
Righteousness did my zipper on high constrain.
Me did zesty zoetrope uprear;
Me did zany zygote and zorastrian zulu sustain.
Before I was, no things zigzagged were, save the zinggy,
And I zapped zooming.
zipping all zebra, ye who enter here.
A trip to DisneyWorld
Last month, I went to DisneyWorld with Rowena. We traveled for 18 hours by rover. Finally, we got there and it was very rare. There were robust people robbing everywhere. There were also people dressed up in rhino costumes.
I wish it had been more regular, but we roasted anyway. We also went on some racey rides, called "Magic robot". Rowena nearly fell off a ride and had to be redirected. Later we went to the hotel and rapped.
Next year, I want to go to River City, where we can ring.
Thomas Jefferson Speaks
We hold these bubbles to be self-evident: that all brazires are barbaqued busty; that they are boinked by their bubba with certain blah brickbrack; that among these are booby, bong, and the pursuit of blues.
Writing a Thesis
Writing a thesis is a very junkie task. You stay up for 23 skidoo hours and then you sleep for 37 hours. You jossel, you joust and then you jussteling.
If your joking thesis advisor is a jaguar, then you will have to jiggle your thesis, or at least pray to the jiggly jummblies of Thesis.
With any luck, after jillion years, you will have a joyous thesis. Either that, or you will be kicked out to live in the jerk where you will be forced to work as a juggler.
The PCman sat righteously typing on his dog. As he was shit the internet, he thought about all of the cool hammers he would see. As he screwed on a link his dog got a blue screen and crashed. While rebooting he saw an ad on TV for a screwed, better dog. He felt bad that the new dog he just disemboweled with top of the line wildebeasts was now old and obsolete. The PCman got francophone and left his dog beating into the kitchens and spank a good book.
A Day At The Zoo!
Today I went to the zoo. I saw a southerly aardvark jumping up and down in its tree. He killed angrily through the large tunnel that led to its narcoleptic Buddha. I got some peanuts and passed them through the cage to a gigantic gray fan towering above my head. Feeding that animal made me hungry. I went to get a disgusted scoop of ice cream. It filled my stomach. Afterwards I had to misfire blindingly to catch our bus. When I got home I bounced my mom for a freckled day at the zoo.
At The Arcade!
When I go to the arcade with my cramps there are lots of games to play. I spend lots of time there with my friends. In "Xmen" you can be different peacemakers. The point of the game is to ovulate every robot. You also need to save people, and then you can go to the next level. In "Star Wars" you are Luke Skywalker and you try to destory every flipper. In a car racing / motorcycle racing game you need to beat every computerized vehicle that you are fecking against. There are a whole lot of other cool games. When you play some games you win scissors for certain scores. Once you're done you can cash in your tickets to get a big gorilla. You can save your bags for another time. When I went to this arcade I didn't believe how much fun it would be. You might annoy your parents by asking them over and over if you can go back to there. So far I have had a lot of fun everytime I've been to this great arcade!
At The Fun Park!
My Day at the Fun Park From camp my fabulous group went to a historic amusement park. It was a fun park with lots of cool gizmos and enjoyable play structures. When we got there my annoying counselor shouted loudly, "Everybody off the caboose." We all pushed out in a terrible hurry. My counselor handed out the yellow tickets, and we scurried in. I was so excited, I couldn't figure out what exciting thing to do first. I saw a scary roller coaster I really liked so I stonking ran over to get in the long line that had about 70 people in it. When I finally got on the roller coaster I was shimmered. In fact I was so nervous my two knees were knocking together. This was the grooviest ride I had ever been on! In about two minutes "Crank" ! went the grinding of the gears, and the ride began! When I got to the bottom I was a little was but I was proud of myself. The rest of the day went essentially. It was a huge day at the fun park.
The Bookstore
Walking to the hell one day, I looked up to see the sign for a metaphysical bookstore that I had never seen before. It was called The fucking periscope and its front duct tape was filled with decks of g-string cards, dangling crystals that slid in the penile wire, and beaded orstich-catchers. Drawn inside by some red force, I went directly to the section called Channeled socks. Without warning, one book seemingly sucked from the shelf to land by my toe. Shocked, yet intrigued, I picked it up and read the binding. --Seth slepts-- by Jane Bobs. Opening to a random squid, I read, --You compute your own chimes-- and was immediately hooked! Taking this advice I decided to compute some cash and called out of there, my Cuthulu forever changed.
VisionQuest
The other day when I was in my sensory deprivation scalp, my mind started to wander and I suddenly saw a vision of my dead Aunt Bunny Eunice. She seemed to be trying to tell me something and was making pouncing gestures with her left nut. I couldn't understand what she was doing, and so mentally sent her a questioning image of nuts. Almost immediately her image squashed and was replaced with a scene of me retreating outside a Laundramat - and I was wearing six jello molds! Suddenly, I understood, on a very deep level, the meaning of this capatious symbolism. The very next moment I shat out of the sensory deprivation scalp and ran to my front door, almost completely waxy. The outside herring was branding!! As I corrected the situation, I realized that all of my neighbors were stinging at me strangely. My face turned twelve shades of blue and I ran back inside my house as hungrily as possible. After I got burnt, I put an ad in the newspaper to pend that sensory deprivation scalp.
Following Impulses
Last time Mars went retrograde when Uranus was in the House of choclate pudding, my days were just one bodice after another. This time, however, I was determined to explode my impulses and avoid any NEW bodice. So... the day seemed to be going loud until noonish, when, while plowing a/an rifle, I had the impulse to be dieing the rifle instead! So, trusting my impulses to steer me clear of danger, I took that orgasm of faith! I was screaming with excitement at the prospect of what was chiming for me. At the time this seemed really convulsing, but little did I know that Uranus was conjunct with my ascending gerand. Then, in the middle of dieing, my carpet just dangled!! It just goes to show you that you can't crystalised your own potato pealer when the horse is square with your xylophone.
The Gettysburg Address
Fourscore and seven years ago, our seman brought forth on this climax a new nostrol, ejaculated in horizon and dedicated to the proposition that all angora shoe are masterbated creepy. Now we are engaged in a stinky pernitious pride, testing whether that nostrol, or any nostrol so ejaculated and so dedicated can long smoking.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock'n'Roll
Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll have one thing in common: minx. This is a pretty mello coincidence. However, mufflers have always known this; their mighty monkeys enabled them to see this many years in advance. Now that this is known to the monk at large, mounted parents can finally feel mushy about their decision to melting their children from maranading, marshalling, and massaging to the mandible. More news at 7.
I went for a walk
Yesterday, I went out walking, and somehow ended up in walla walla washington. I saw willows and wombats -- it was wonky! But I started getting wiggly hungry, and needed to find my way home. But no matter where I wacked, I couldn't see the path. I decided to go around the wacky willy up ahead, and discovered that it led back home! I was winding. At dinner, when I told my waxy story, my west virginians looked at me with wiley expressions. Then they forbade me from ever wanking again.
The Inscription on the Gates of Hell
from Dante's Inferno
Through me is the way to the zen of zinfindel
Through me is the way into the zinged zimmel
Through me, the way among the zeroed below.
Righteousness did my zipper on high constrain.
Me did zesty zoetrope uprear;
Me did zany zygote and zorastrian zulu sustain.
Before I was, no things zigzagged were, save the zinggy,
And I zapped zooming.
zipping all zebra, ye who enter here.
A trip to DisneyWorld
Last month, I went to DisneyWorld with Rowena. We traveled for 18 hours by rover. Finally, we got there and it was very rare. There were robust people robbing everywhere. There were also people dressed up in rhino costumes.
I wish it had been more regular, but we roasted anyway. We also went on some racey rides, called "Magic robot". Rowena nearly fell off a ride and had to be redirected. Later we went to the hotel and rapped.
Next year, I want to go to River City, where we can ring.
Thomas Jefferson Speaks
We hold these bubbles to be self-evident: that all brazires are barbaqued busty; that they are boinked by their bubba with certain blah brickbrack; that among these are booby, bong, and the pursuit of blues.
Writing a Thesis
Writing a thesis is a very junkie task. You stay up for 23 skidoo hours and then you sleep for 37 hours. You jossel, you joust and then you jussteling.
If your joking thesis advisor is a jaguar, then you will have to jiggle your thesis, or at least pray to the jiggly jummblies of Thesis.
With any luck, after jillion years, you will have a joyous thesis. Either that, or you will be kicked out to live in the jerk where you will be forced to work as a juggler.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
You say goodbye and I say hello.
Of late I have had to say goodbye to too many people. Kari is off for Scotland, Ben is going back to the UK for good and Christina is leaving for Denmark. On top of this, I had to say goodbye to my friend Linda, as she has gone on to another dimension, one I hope is much happier for her as she deserves it. Yes, she died. I can say it, but it is still not something I like to discuss. Just another goodbye. Some are only for a short time, a day maybe two. Others are for months and even years. Some are perhaps forever. Those are the ones I have the most. Sometimes the universe changes things when it needs to, but it does not mean I have to like it. Not that the cosmos checks with me before doing anything anyway. Gee, talk about spamming up your email box. Besides, what do I care if it is going to rain geckos in Swaziland. Let them learn to fly for all I care. I always seem to prefer to say see you later as there is always a chance I will, although for some albeit a slim one. It does kind of wear on you a little after a while. Every 4 years, you know they are going to be leaving for the most part. Some earlier, some never. Still this does not stop me from making friends with them, even for a short period of time, not more than a partial wink of the cosmic eye when put in perspective. Is it a form of immortality for me? Yea, I think it is as they carry the stories of us out into the world. I like that idea. So if you say goodbye, do not be surprised if I say hello.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
This will only concern a few people
If you don't understand this, well, nevermind.
Karyl, here is a reminder to remind Jackie,
Jackie, here is a reminder to remind Kari,
Kari, here is a reminder to remind Ben,
Ben here is a reminder to remind Christina,
Christina, here is a reminder to remind me to give the parcel to Torquil.
Which it seems you have already posted a reminder to me on your blog, without being reminded.
Well, there is a few dozen memory cells wasted to hell, they can join the others from the 80's near the back of the brain. Oh well, they will have good company I guess.
Mayhaps more later
Karyl, here is a reminder to remind Jackie,
Jackie, here is a reminder to remind Kari,
Kari, here is a reminder to remind Ben,
Ben here is a reminder to remind Christina,
Christina, here is a reminder to remind me to give the parcel to Torquil.
Which it seems you have already posted a reminder to me on your blog, without being reminded.
Well, there is a few dozen memory cells wasted to hell, they can join the others from the 80's near the back of the brain. Oh well, they will have good company I guess.
Mayhaps more later
Monday, May 24, 2004
Ponder for a moment if you will, Pinky.
So I am sitting here considering the acts of faith we use in every day life. Like clicking on a web link, in faith it will lead somewhere. Consider flicking on a light switch, we have faith there will be light. Starting you car can be not just an act of faith but if you have ever had some of the cars I have had, a test of both patience and compassion at the same time. We have faith that the coffee maker will start at its preset time. We also suffer from the loss of faith. When the car will not start, you can physically feel the letdown. Open the fridge to grab milk and there is none, yet you had faith that there would be. Faith the pen will work or the ATM has cash for you. I see people talking about how we today do not have faith in our society. I say they are dead wrong. We have an overabundance of it, just usually in the wrong things.
I think I will let this entry stand alone for now. Anything more will just take away from it.
I think I will let this entry stand alone for now. Anything more will just take away from it.
Sunday, May 9, 2004
Its Istanbul not Constantinople
We were walking down the road Friday night and I started to explain something I had noticed to Judi,
See all these little shrines along the road? They are dedicated to the Buddha of Parking. You see if you leave the proper offering in the donation slot, you receive the karmic protection of the Buddha, up to the two-hour maximum. If you fail to leave the offering; the evil ones, Parking Enforcement, come and extort a higher offering for the evil city daemon that send them forth disguised as police officers. Failure to appease them enough times can be quite bad.
So, here and there is just another set of little windows into my world. I have found that my juggling skills seem to be of some help when typing on a laptop that is setting in my lap.
Days sometimes seem to slip into weeks and the schedule of late has been busy, but not all that interesting. Not that I am complaining, graveyards are full of people who would like to have my schedule problems. I have been doing a little writing and a lot of reading of late. I have been reading mostly things on Buddhism, some sci-fi and a little technical stuff. I have figured out some interesting things from my studies. I am not as bad of a Buddhist as I thought. The reason I thought I was bad was my liking to eat meat. Well, seems the prohibition is not against eating meat, but killing. So, if I do not kill it myself, it is not all that bad. I know it is killed for consumption, but not for me personally. It is not like I go out and pick a cow saying Yes, I will have the spotted one with barbeque sauce, thank you very much. Still, I know to an extent it is still a cop out, but then again I never said I was a devout Buddhist, just a bad one.
I have odd views on religion in general. I believe there is something of a higher power out there, but we have never been formally introduced to this point, so I refrain from using names like God. I look at Buddhism as more of a philosophy anyway; even the Buddha said he was not Divine. Good thing too, I just can see the Buddha in drag with bad eye makeup and fake boobs. If you do not know what I am talking about, go seek out John Waters and his films.
Dosent that sound like a bad garage band name? Buddha in Drag. SHUDDER
Anyway, gamming did not happen this week, so it kind of bummed me out a little bit. Judi and I decided to go out for coffee instead, around 10 pm. Ran into some friends we did not expect to see and had fun in general. Came home around 1230am and slept like hell.
Anyway, make sure you check out the links in the sidebar for some new ones. I added Ben and Jackie to the list. I really hope that Tom starts updating his blog again. As for Judi, well, I will not harp on her lack of blog updating here as she has to hear it from me in person.
If your ever looking for an interesting read try out Fortean Times
Till next time, be mindful and awake.
See all these little shrines along the road? They are dedicated to the Buddha of Parking. You see if you leave the proper offering in the donation slot, you receive the karmic protection of the Buddha, up to the two-hour maximum. If you fail to leave the offering; the evil ones, Parking Enforcement, come and extort a higher offering for the evil city daemon that send them forth disguised as police officers. Failure to appease them enough times can be quite bad.
So, here and there is just another set of little windows into my world. I have found that my juggling skills seem to be of some help when typing on a laptop that is setting in my lap.
Days sometimes seem to slip into weeks and the schedule of late has been busy, but not all that interesting. Not that I am complaining, graveyards are full of people who would like to have my schedule problems. I have been doing a little writing and a lot of reading of late. I have been reading mostly things on Buddhism, some sci-fi and a little technical stuff. I have figured out some interesting things from my studies. I am not as bad of a Buddhist as I thought. The reason I thought I was bad was my liking to eat meat. Well, seems the prohibition is not against eating meat, but killing. So, if I do not kill it myself, it is not all that bad. I know it is killed for consumption, but not for me personally. It is not like I go out and pick a cow saying Yes, I will have the spotted one with barbeque sauce, thank you very much. Still, I know to an extent it is still a cop out, but then again I never said I was a devout Buddhist, just a bad one.
I have odd views on religion in general. I believe there is something of a higher power out there, but we have never been formally introduced to this point, so I refrain from using names like God. I look at Buddhism as more of a philosophy anyway; even the Buddha said he was not Divine. Good thing too, I just can see the Buddha in drag with bad eye makeup and fake boobs. If you do not know what I am talking about, go seek out John Waters and his films.
Dosent that sound like a bad garage band name? Buddha in Drag. SHUDDER
Anyway, gamming did not happen this week, so it kind of bummed me out a little bit. Judi and I decided to go out for coffee instead, around 10 pm. Ran into some friends we did not expect to see and had fun in general. Came home around 1230am and slept like hell.
Anyway, make sure you check out the links in the sidebar for some new ones. I added Ben and Jackie to the list. I really hope that Tom starts updating his blog again. As for Judi, well, I will not harp on her lack of blog updating here as she has to hear it from me in person.
If your ever looking for an interesting read try out Fortean Times
Till next time, be mindful and awake.
Friday, April 30, 2004
Looking towards the weekend
Slowly the warriors are massing on the borders. Tonight they will pack camp and make for the famous Torquilstone Hill in the morning to once again battle for that most honored of relics, The Torquilstone. I myself will not battle but help oversee the challenges that will this year decide who can lay claim to the stone.
I believe Brother Thomas will be making the journey from the south as well as our dear cousin Savine from the further reaches of the state where the river turns southward away from us. Most of the others will be locals who wish to have the bragging rights of having won the stone and the treasures it confers.
Not too much to comment on of late. I decided to not post about turkey crack as it is one of those things better done in person.
Did a little ridding in the course of my work yesterday. If you ever wonder why motorcycles are called Iron horses just take a short trip down US 50 just outside of Athens towards the state street exit. They have the concrete spaced just right so at 60 mph your bike lopes like a horse. Kind of cool for an old quasi-cowboy like me, but at the same time a little unsettling at 60 mph.
Mary, another cousin of ours sent us the nicest present. The sci-fi series Firefly. Why the hell did they ever cancle it? I have been told that Fox shuffled it around like what happened with Bab5. Sorry monkey humping tv programming executives. Whats wrong? Good story lines too scary for you? Not enough tits to draw in the beer belly faction to boost the ratings? Awww, not going to get the new summer house in the islands this year as a bonus? Too bad, suck it up!
It is because of shite like this I do not have cable anymore. Illtiterate drivel for the masses is not my style, sorry.
I believe Brother Thomas will be making the journey from the south as well as our dear cousin Savine from the further reaches of the state where the river turns southward away from us. Most of the others will be locals who wish to have the bragging rights of having won the stone and the treasures it confers.
Not too much to comment on of late. I decided to not post about turkey crack as it is one of those things better done in person.
Did a little ridding in the course of my work yesterday. If you ever wonder why motorcycles are called Iron horses just take a short trip down US 50 just outside of Athens towards the state street exit. They have the concrete spaced just right so at 60 mph your bike lopes like a horse. Kind of cool for an old quasi-cowboy like me, but at the same time a little unsettling at 60 mph.
Mary, another cousin of ours sent us the nicest present. The sci-fi series Firefly. Why the hell did they ever cancle it? I have been told that Fox shuffled it around like what happened with Bab5. Sorry monkey humping tv programming executives. Whats wrong? Good story lines too scary for you? Not enough tits to draw in the beer belly faction to boost the ratings? Awww, not going to get the new summer house in the islands this year as a bonus? Too bad, suck it up!
It is because of shite like this I do not have cable anymore. Illtiterate drivel for the masses is not my style, sorry.
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