Or how about this?????
Dear Sir,
SEEEKING FOR IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE (TRANSFER OF 20.5MILLION GP).
It is my pleasure to request your assistance on this business proposition, which if pursued to its conclusion, will be of great benefit to both of us. This request may seem strange but I will crave your indulgence and pray that you view it seriously. My name is Mr. Samson Amu of Greyhawk .I was one of the close aides to the late Prince of Greyhawk, LAURENT KABILA of blessed memory, may his soul rest in peace.
Due to the military crisis and instability in my country, I was instructed by him (late Prince KABILA) to come to the Lordship Of The Isles with the sum of 20.5 MILLION GP (Twenty Million, Five Hundred Thousand Gold Pieces) for safe keeping and to search for a foreign Affiliate/Partner who will be able to help us invest this capital in any profitable business venture. This money is presently deposited in a private security finance company in the Lordship Of The Isles.
I need a reliable and Trustworthy foreign partner like you who can assist me to move this money as the beneficiary. My inability to move the money out of the Lordship Of The Isles all this while lies on my lack of trust on our supposed Goods friends whom have suddenly became hostile to those of us who have worked with Prince Kabila, since his son Joseph Kabila took over Office.
Though we have not seen nor met each other, but I would want this transaction to be properly handled with modesty and honesty to a huge success within two weeks, this money in question is state fund as it is a DEAL between you and I, Hence the need for secrecy considering the security implications. Thus, if you can assist me to move this fund out of the Lordship Of The Isles, you will be entitled to 30% of the amount, while the remaining 70% will be for me. Please contact me through a Mage as stated above for further discussion.
Please also note that you will be required to assist me in any profitable area of investments in your country.
I shall be sincerely glad if my request is rendered, for am really counting on you for your help.
Kindest Regards,
Mr. Samson Amu.
Yea, it came from my twisted little brain. If ya use it, just credit it to me :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Dare I say the word...Mothman!
Yes, I said Mothman. He is a favorite conversational piece amongst our friends. Today though I thought I would add a little something new to the mix. What if there is no Mothman, but instead, MothMEN. Many more than one, perhaps. Seems odd but let me continue.
We all know very well about Point Pleasant WV and the Mothman stories. Odd movie as well. But other than the occasional pan in something like the Weekly World News, we hear little about him. Still, we know from some account he is the harbinger of doom. Sometimes they just make an appearance beforehand, others a flat out warning. Now consider the following: http://english.pravda.ru/fun/2002/05/23/29200.html Yes, I know it is Pravda, but over time I have learned there seems to be a little truth in every lie. And boy does Pravda know about lying!
Okay, hopefully you can see my point. There are reports of similar phenomenon in Russia and the adjoining states. What other Mothmen are out there? What other names are they known by? What is their agenda? I do have to wonder if H.P.Lovecraft saw something of this ilk that inspired him to write all the stories about the Elder Gods. Perhaps they were not just figments of an excellent imagination. Who knows? "Not I" said Briar Rabbit. Still oddness like this does seem to catch my attention now and then. I am not sure why but there it is nonetheless.
Okay, well on to other things I think.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
PS Christina:
I am not mad at you, but if you feel guilty you could always send me some nice sweet butter cookies from Denmark :)
PSS Everyone: Look! I added comments to the blog! Feel free to comment away :)
We all know very well about Point Pleasant WV and the Mothman stories. Odd movie as well. But other than the occasional pan in something like the Weekly World News, we hear little about him. Still, we know from some account he is the harbinger of doom. Sometimes they just make an appearance beforehand, others a flat out warning. Now consider the following: http://english.pravda.ru/fun/2002/05/23/29200.html Yes, I know it is Pravda, but over time I have learned there seems to be a little truth in every lie. And boy does Pravda know about lying!
Okay, hopefully you can see my point. There are reports of similar phenomenon in Russia and the adjoining states. What other Mothmen are out there? What other names are they known by? What is their agenda? I do have to wonder if H.P.Lovecraft saw something of this ilk that inspired him to write all the stories about the Elder Gods. Perhaps they were not just figments of an excellent imagination. Who knows? "Not I" said Briar Rabbit. Still oddness like this does seem to catch my attention now and then. I am not sure why but there it is nonetheless.
Okay, well on to other things I think.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
PS Christina:
I am not mad at you, but if you feel guilty you could always send me some nice sweet butter cookies from Denmark :)
PSS Everyone: Look! I added comments to the blog! Feel free to comment away :)
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Stupid Headlines
Two dead as explosions hit Turkey hotels
Um, er. Does anyone else see the problems with this? Turkey hotels? Is that something you could find in Georgia about 80 miles from the nearest interstate right next to Bubos Tire, Lube, and Hound Dog Castrating Emporium? I think it would have been better to rearrange the words to something more like Two dead as explosions hit hotels in Turkey. Wait, that sounds just as bad. Who would build a hotel in a Turkey? Not much room and the lighting would be horrid. Oh well, could have been worse I guess: Two Turkeys dead, hit by hotel explosions. I just dont think there is any good way to say it. How about Two Turks dead in Hotel explosion. No, makes it sound like the art district blew up. Where am I going with all this? Simple, they just as easily could have said Shit Happens. That would cover about every news story I could think of.
Consider a newsreader sitting in front of the camera:
Good Evening, Im Flake Plastihair and this is the evening news. Today Shit Happened. Thank you for watching, have a pleasant evening.
At that rate, imagine how much people would be interested in reading or researching things on his or her own. The latest episode of Friends would no longer be the talk at the office. Personally, I have nothing against the actors in Friends. I dont even know them, but their show sucks. Yea, Im one of like 5 people on the planet who doesnt like the canned puerile recycled stuff they try to pass off as entertainment. A good bit of the problems we face are, as I see it, from the Use your indoor voice crowd. I would never have done or said some of the things I see kids doing today. As for kids I am referring to the 17 and under crowd. If you are old enough to go die for your country, youre an adult. Have a beer, grab a porno and enjoy life. 21 does not instill some mystical wisdom as the calendar changes over. I know people in the 50s who have less of a clue than some I know in the 20s. One example is when recently I got a phone call at work from a University admin, who I will not name. Seems this person could not get their printer to work. After the usual questions and answers we started to get to the root of the problem. The simple solution was power the printer off then back on. Problem is they did not know where the power button was nor could they find it. This started to panic them. Seems no one ever told them about the concept of unplugging it and plugging it back in. I mean the average printer has between 2 and 4 buttons, one of which is the power button. Geesh, R.T.F.D. people.
On the subject of technical support, I have a few words. I am part owner of a computer company. This is how I pay my bills. For some reason people seem to forget this. I get phone calls at home all hours of the day and night for people needing help who are not business clients. Now, do not get me wrong, I do like helping people, but there is a limit. I go to the grocery store and I get stopped by people who know what I do and asked questions about how to fix their computer. Judi and I go out to dinner and people come up and ask me questions while we are eating. Ive even had people follow me into the mens room before for advice. Give me a break people! With my friends I am a little more forgiving, Ill help them for free, but if I do not hang with you in a social setting you have no extra privilege as to getting my help. Many times I help and they are happy to not need my help for months at a time. Great, fantastic, good on you for trying to learn, but when you are a serial abuser you get to be a pain in the ass real bad. Why are you a pain? Simple, youre cheap. You want my help and undivided attention? Show me the cash. If not, well then understand if I am less than overflowing with free information. I have the feeling they will be a few people who read this and wonder whats the big deal? Try it for a while from my point of view and you will understand the big deal. There will be some who will read this and immediately get all uptight wondering if I am talking about them. Good, I hope you do stress for a moment. Then think about it, you all that read this know me. If I had a problem with your asking me for help I would in no uncertain terms let you know. Still feeling guilty? If you need to soothe your conscience, you all know I like surprise presents.
There, sorry. I just had to vent for a little while. Please forgive the outburst. Anyway, this will do for an update for now.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
O Thumpa Mao Mao
Okay, now I am going to try again. Last time I went to update, the phone went berserk and so did a lot of peoples systems so I had to ditch it and start again.
Okay, well I went and got a refill of coffee and the wireless keyboard and still no ringing of the phone so here we go.
Man has it been that long since I have done an update? Oh well lets hit the biggies off the top and move on from there. Fair warning I am doing this after ¾ of a cup of coffee so if I start to ramble, just ride it out to the end, it will go somewhere eventually.
Vintage Motorcycle Days
So the first thing of note is I committed a big mess-up as to the location of the event. Somehow I got it mixed up with National Trails, which sits about 15 miles from my friends house and where it actually was, some almost 90 miles further north. I dorked, I admit it publicly, but lets move on.
It was Saturday morning and I got up early so I would be awake and ready. Plenty of coffee, some food for energy, check the route map again online with backup routes in case of construction, and check the weather report. Rain. Was it raining outside? Yep, sure enough the skies had opened up, but my brain had bypassed it somehow. Bugblatter beast of Trall defense I think; If I do not acknowledge it exists, it does not and therefore can not harm me. Scallia Labs, the University weather service said it would end by 8am.
8am came and went but the rain did not. I waited till almost 9am with the idea they may have had their time off, being weather and all one cannot expect it to be punctual. Clouds being all fluffy and such do not keep day planners. So, I ride.
Fast forward 1 hour later; Corning Ohio. This is usually a 35 minute ride. By thins time my face is red and swollen from the pounding of the rain. I dump the water out of my shoes and realize my pants are soaked completely. No big deal, I am hard core according to some so I will press on.
Hit the fast forward again, 45 minutes later. I am now at a crossroads and it is almost 11 am. The clouds and rain have lost their breakfast reservations in Parkersburg as the have not even left yet. I have gone to about the half way point but the rain is a little lighter. I find a gas station with coffee to warm me up. With a brilliant stroke of luck they also sell hunting and paintball supplies. I buy a face cover as now the rain has beaten my lips to the point of bleeding. I am glad I have a helmet. I do believe that riding without one in that rain would have led to a story with a not so happy ending.
Fast forward 30 minutes this time to New Lexington OH. I am now ¾ of the way to sanctuary. I stop for coffee again. Not that I am thirsty that much as I am now super hydrated from having the water pressed into my body. Jump back on the bike and kick it to go.
BOOM. Boom? What was boom? Ah, backfire. It happens on a big single. By this time I am too wet and cold to care about being cool and kick starting so I go for the electric starter. Whirr, whirr, whirr, nothing. I can smell gas. I must have flooded it so I take my helmet off and hang out in front of the store to try to enjoy a dry smoke while the bike clears itself. 10 minutes goes by and I try it again. Whirrr, nothing. So, the mind takes over and kicks to troubleshooting mode to figure out what is wrong. I have power. I check the tank and I have fuel. Dismount from the bike and check spark ZAP, yep got spark. Shake hand hard to return nerves to proper operation. Look at other side of engine, crouch down with mouth hanging open staring at the carburetor dangling off of the air box. Apparently said BOOM was powerful enough to low the carb out of its manifold and therefore keep the bike from starting. Grab a screwdriver out of the ammo box on the back and in 30 seconds it is back on. Put tools back in boxes and give it a kick, Varrroomm, thump, thump, thump. All is right with the Curry Rocket.
Fast forward again another 45 minutes and I am at the junction of 70 and US13. Soaked totally thru the leather and upper layers of flesh, muscles are starting to cramp from forced water under skin. Go into small gas station to get warm and dry off a touch. Pour coffee and apologize to nice ladies running place that I need to drink some of it before my fingers will work enough to be able to manipulate my wallet so I can pay for it. Also apologize for washing their floor. The get a chuckle when I point to my feet as I am walking and little gyres of water shoot out of the air holes on the tops of my shoes. The tell me it is okay and just to drink the coffee, don’t worry about paying for it. Gee, I must have looked fairly sad at that point. Finish coffee and say many thank yous to them as I go outside again. Dump water out of shoes again. Feet so waterlogged they hurt.
So 20 more minutes later, I make it to our friends house, Mayapple. After even more coffee to warm up and dryer clothes we decide that any more distance on the bike could be deadly. So, I agreed and we took the car the last part of it.
The Vintage Bike Show.
Forgot that was what this was all about hu?
So we get there and the ticket process was to say the least painless. We had pre ordered them on the net and just picked them up. Parking on the other hand was something else. After a small trip through the vendors by car, both in forward and then reverse when we ran out of room, we did finally find somewhere to park. It is still raining. Judi was with me as we started looking for one of the vendors in particular. No listing of vendors so it was like a very soggy scavenger hunt. I must say she did not complain about being there in the rain nor my bad navigation through the swap meet. She did ask if we could get her a hat since the rain was so heavy she was not able to see out of her glasses. What a trooper!
So, we went up to the tshirt-ripoff-o-rama and got 2 shirts and a hat for her. She undid her hair bun and put the hat on to the exclamation of one of the vendors /My god! What beautiful hair!/. Yea, she likes the attention.
So we continued on for about another hour of walking till by sheer luck we cam across the Classic Motorworks tent and they guy I wanted to see, Dan from DRS Cycle. Gods bless that man, as he is so cool and helpful. He was they guy I got my bike from. I told him thank you again many times. He gave us free t-shirts! See? Told you he was cool. There was nothing there in parts I really needed so we continued on. After a bit we got one purchase we had agreed on while driving up, A RAINSUIT.
Behold me oh ancient gods of weather for now I have my rain suit and no longer fear you! I shake my fists at the heavens in defiance of the rain, ha HA! *–BOOM-ZAP* , oh yea, I remember, sorry.
There were hundreds of bikes of all shapes and sizes from micro rice rockets to the newest of the bellybutton models from Detroit. From the Enfields I saw only five or six I wanted, but I figured I would pass as somehow the idea of living in a cardboard box did not appeal that much, even with 6 cool bikes parked out front. I could do another post just on what bikes I saw.
Anyway after that we returned to Mayapple and Barb fed us real well with roasted leg of lamb. Poor little thing did not even stand a chance, not when it was hanging out with roasted fingerling potatoes with garlic, and home made rice pilaf. For sides, Lebanese green beans. YUM!
Sleep came hard and soundly that night. In the morning we took a little trip with Barb and Morgana to Flint ridge for a little visit to the museum and a walk in the bugs, er woods. Being a beginning flint knapper and long time confirmed rock hound this was a very difficult trip. The trails were very good and they were quite clear. Clear enough to see the flint outcroppings. The beautiful flint out croppings. The beautiful colorful flint outcroppings with quartz crystals you cant touch cause it is an archeology preserve! Frack, pissed as a diabetic unattended in a candy factory. Anyway it was still fun, Morgana and I seemed to get the most out of it.
The trip home was uneventful. That is a good thing. Somehow I beat Judi back home even though we almost left at the same time. Guess there is a little time displacer field generator on the bike I did not know about. That would explain how a little 10 minute ride becomes and hour very quickly. It must be charging.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Okay, well I went and got a refill of coffee and the wireless keyboard and still no ringing of the phone so here we go.
Man has it been that long since I have done an update? Oh well lets hit the biggies off the top and move on from there. Fair warning I am doing this after ¾ of a cup of coffee so if I start to ramble, just ride it out to the end, it will go somewhere eventually.
Vintage Motorcycle Days
So the first thing of note is I committed a big mess-up as to the location of the event. Somehow I got it mixed up with National Trails, which sits about 15 miles from my friends house and where it actually was, some almost 90 miles further north. I dorked, I admit it publicly, but lets move on.
It was Saturday morning and I got up early so I would be awake and ready. Plenty of coffee, some food for energy, check the route map again online with backup routes in case of construction, and check the weather report. Rain. Was it raining outside? Yep, sure enough the skies had opened up, but my brain had bypassed it somehow. Bugblatter beast of Trall defense I think; If I do not acknowledge it exists, it does not and therefore can not harm me. Scallia Labs, the University weather service said it would end by 8am.
8am came and went but the rain did not. I waited till almost 9am with the idea they may have had their time off, being weather and all one cannot expect it to be punctual. Clouds being all fluffy and such do not keep day planners. So, I ride.
Fast forward 1 hour later; Corning Ohio. This is usually a 35 minute ride. By thins time my face is red and swollen from the pounding of the rain. I dump the water out of my shoes and realize my pants are soaked completely. No big deal, I am hard core according to some so I will press on.
Hit the fast forward again, 45 minutes later. I am now at a crossroads and it is almost 11 am. The clouds and rain have lost their breakfast reservations in Parkersburg as the have not even left yet. I have gone to about the half way point but the rain is a little lighter. I find a gas station with coffee to warm me up. With a brilliant stroke of luck they also sell hunting and paintball supplies. I buy a face cover as now the rain has beaten my lips to the point of bleeding. I am glad I have a helmet. I do believe that riding without one in that rain would have led to a story with a not so happy ending.
Fast forward 30 minutes this time to New Lexington OH. I am now ¾ of the way to sanctuary. I stop for coffee again. Not that I am thirsty that much as I am now super hydrated from having the water pressed into my body. Jump back on the bike and kick it to go.
BOOM. Boom? What was boom? Ah, backfire. It happens on a big single. By this time I am too wet and cold to care about being cool and kick starting so I go for the electric starter. Whirr, whirr, whirr, nothing. I can smell gas. I must have flooded it so I take my helmet off and hang out in front of the store to try to enjoy a dry smoke while the bike clears itself. 10 minutes goes by and I try it again. Whirrr, nothing. So, the mind takes over and kicks to troubleshooting mode to figure out what is wrong. I have power. I check the tank and I have fuel. Dismount from the bike and check spark ZAP, yep got spark. Shake hand hard to return nerves to proper operation. Look at other side of engine, crouch down with mouth hanging open staring at the carburetor dangling off of the air box. Apparently said BOOM was powerful enough to low the carb out of its manifold and therefore keep the bike from starting. Grab a screwdriver out of the ammo box on the back and in 30 seconds it is back on. Put tools back in boxes and give it a kick, Varrroomm, thump, thump, thump. All is right with the Curry Rocket.
Fast forward again another 45 minutes and I am at the junction of 70 and US13. Soaked totally thru the leather and upper layers of flesh, muscles are starting to cramp from forced water under skin. Go into small gas station to get warm and dry off a touch. Pour coffee and apologize to nice ladies running place that I need to drink some of it before my fingers will work enough to be able to manipulate my wallet so I can pay for it. Also apologize for washing their floor. The get a chuckle when I point to my feet as I am walking and little gyres of water shoot out of the air holes on the tops of my shoes. The tell me it is okay and just to drink the coffee, don’t worry about paying for it. Gee, I must have looked fairly sad at that point. Finish coffee and say many thank yous to them as I go outside again. Dump water out of shoes again. Feet so waterlogged they hurt.
So 20 more minutes later, I make it to our friends house, Mayapple. After even more coffee to warm up and dryer clothes we decide that any more distance on the bike could be deadly. So, I agreed and we took the car the last part of it.
The Vintage Bike Show.
Forgot that was what this was all about hu?
So we get there and the ticket process was to say the least painless. We had pre ordered them on the net and just picked them up. Parking on the other hand was something else. After a small trip through the vendors by car, both in forward and then reverse when we ran out of room, we did finally find somewhere to park. It is still raining. Judi was with me as we started looking for one of the vendors in particular. No listing of vendors so it was like a very soggy scavenger hunt. I must say she did not complain about being there in the rain nor my bad navigation through the swap meet. She did ask if we could get her a hat since the rain was so heavy she was not able to see out of her glasses. What a trooper!
So, we went up to the tshirt-ripoff-o-rama and got 2 shirts and a hat for her. She undid her hair bun and put the hat on to the exclamation of one of the vendors /My god! What beautiful hair!/. Yea, she likes the attention.
So we continued on for about another hour of walking till by sheer luck we cam across the Classic Motorworks tent and they guy I wanted to see, Dan from DRS Cycle. Gods bless that man, as he is so cool and helpful. He was they guy I got my bike from. I told him thank you again many times. He gave us free t-shirts! See? Told you he was cool. There was nothing there in parts I really needed so we continued on. After a bit we got one purchase we had agreed on while driving up, A RAINSUIT.
Behold me oh ancient gods of weather for now I have my rain suit and no longer fear you! I shake my fists at the heavens in defiance of the rain, ha HA! *–BOOM-ZAP* , oh yea, I remember, sorry.
There were hundreds of bikes of all shapes and sizes from micro rice rockets to the newest of the bellybutton models from Detroit. From the Enfields I saw only five or six I wanted, but I figured I would pass as somehow the idea of living in a cardboard box did not appeal that much, even with 6 cool bikes parked out front. I could do another post just on what bikes I saw.
Anyway after that we returned to Mayapple and Barb fed us real well with roasted leg of lamb. Poor little thing did not even stand a chance, not when it was hanging out with roasted fingerling potatoes with garlic, and home made rice pilaf. For sides, Lebanese green beans. YUM!
Sleep came hard and soundly that night. In the morning we took a little trip with Barb and Morgana to Flint ridge for a little visit to the museum and a walk in the bugs, er woods. Being a beginning flint knapper and long time confirmed rock hound this was a very difficult trip. The trails were very good and they were quite clear. Clear enough to see the flint outcroppings. The beautiful flint out croppings. The beautiful colorful flint outcroppings with quartz crystals you cant touch cause it is an archeology preserve! Frack, pissed as a diabetic unattended in a candy factory. Anyway it was still fun, Morgana and I seemed to get the most out of it.
The trip home was uneventful. That is a good thing. Somehow I beat Judi back home even though we almost left at the same time. Guess there is a little time displacer field generator on the bike I did not know about. That would explain how a little 10 minute ride becomes and hour very quickly. It must be charging.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
My Turn....
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.
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 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.
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