| 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 28, 2006
Oh, can I use the Black Sabbath tune royalty free now????
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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
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Thoughts on the word mug
Thoughts on the word MUG
As I was falling asleep the other night I began to consider the word mug. A strange word as if you really think about it, it can only be defined by context, yet it can exist in so many contexts to begin with. There is the quantity that can be held in a mug, a person who is gullible and easy to take advantage of, part of the human face (`kisser' and `smiler' and `mug' are informal terms for `face' and `phiz' is British). It is a large cup with handle and usually cylindrical in shape. As an act, vis, to rob at gunpoint or with the threat of violence or to make faces at a camera. It can also be a term of endearment.
Consider this:
A mug with a mug mugged me. He hit me in the mug as he mugged for the security cameras, but the cop who saw it knew the mugs mug.
And there you have it, 7 mugs and we are still upright.
Make that 8.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
As I was falling asleep the other night I began to consider the word mug. A strange word as if you really think about it, it can only be defined by context, yet it can exist in so many contexts to begin with. There is the quantity that can be held in a mug, a person who is gullible and easy to take advantage of, part of the human face (`kisser' and `smiler' and `mug' are informal terms for `face' and `phiz' is British). It is a large cup with handle and usually cylindrical in shape. As an act, vis, to rob at gunpoint or with the threat of violence or to make faces at a camera. It can also be a term of endearment.
Consider this:
A mug with a mug mugged me. He hit me in the mug as he mugged for the security cameras, but the cop who saw it knew the mugs mug.
And there you have it, 7 mugs and we are still upright.
Make that 8.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
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