tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72082722012-02-08T06:21:32.037-05:00Senseful ramblings of an incoherent nature from a delusional schizophrenic (or my views on current events)Luindurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04388863344032662395noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208272.post-31613184105518915212007-12-05T16:59:00.000-05:002007-12-05T17:01:16.880-05:00

Why is it that every Canadian I ever visually examine looks like a member of the Bare Naked Ladies?Much to do aboot nothing....

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My fifth grade teacher used to yell, but only when I would return from going to the bathroom. She was tired of me relieving myself and not coming straight back into the room. I used to get a drink right after my pee. The next time I had to go to the bathroom I asked her if I could get a drink first, then go to the bathroom.She wasnt too thrilled about that idea. She yelled at me again.I

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If you were lucky enough to know me when I was a wee lad, then you might have known that at one point in my life I had a temper that I could barely control. At times, I had been known to bash my head against the floor or a nearby wall – whichever was more convenient. I often whined and complained for the stupidest things and even turned red in the face if I wasn’t getting my way. Yes, I was a

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Max is a young boy, or so he looks and acts. He has short black hair which he spikes up for added effect. The gel glistens in the sun as he walks down the street admiring the different colored chewing gum spots left on the cement. Max often travels this route, not merely for the gum, but mainly for the action. The contact lenses he wears changes his eye color from their customary brown to a

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Im sorry to those out there having a bad day today. Fortunately I am not one of those people, however I think I found someone who is. Today when I left my office to go grab something to eat I noticed that there was a woman unlocking the woman's bathroom across the hallway. This by itself does not seem to be enough of an ingredient to make a bad day. And this thought it true.However, when I

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There really is no good way to pass on the following news: My hero has died. Kurt Vonnegut was a man. It's really plain and simple. And today he is a dead man. April 12 will now become a day of yearly day of mourning for me, a time to remember a truly great man who made a difference in my life.Perhaps you knew that I hated to read. Despised it actually. Im sure of the reasons why I hated

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Perhaps some of you know that Jonathan Adler is one of my hero's, or perhaps you didnt. Maybe you dont even know who Jonathan Adler is (really, shame on you!)? Well, the short story is that he is a designer/decorator/all around excellent person, his long story can be read here: About Jonathan. He can currently be seen weekly on Top Design on Bravo, where he is a judge and all around wonderful

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There is no reason not to visit this blog:Hair of Sanjaya

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Last night I watched the president speak - for a little bit -like Im sure some of you also did. I know, this isnt a great accomplishment on my behalf, but it happened nevertheless. And I was in a rare mood while watching him, ironically not because of what he was saying. Let me back up....I got up balls early yesterday morning because I had to be at my companies monthly board meeting. In case

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Eventually, within the next month, and before January 27th, 2007, Saddam Hussein will be hung and yes, you heard me correctly, the man should not be put to death. Besides the obvious gripes one has had over the course of his ridiculous trial (three defense lawyers killed, another seriously injured, anonymous witnesses, etc) there are obviously reasons why he should live.First and foremost, this

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Everything seemed pleasant. I felt warm and good, nothing like I should as a result of what had happened. I was comfortable and dreaming. Dreaming this dream that I cant even remember, but I know it was good and I have been striving to recapture what I was thinking. I felt this sense of wholeness. I was happy and contently sleeping, or so I thought.I remember being woken up, "Josh," and I

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The familiar rush of endorphins finally began to course through my veins. I grinned, slightly, and let out a warm, yet subtle laugh. I sat back, closed my eyes and drifted off into a whirly trance.A few minutes later, or hours, I opened my eyes only to have them not focus properly. I turned my head to the right and closed my eyes again, returning to my whirly trance and laughed once more. The

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I am a reasonable person, indeed! I try to be as fair to all people as possible, as long as I am treated equally as fair - reasonable. Sure I may have outbursts of comedic gold at the expense of the less fortunate, but if those people cant laugh at themselves, even just a little bit, is that my fault? Hardly.But much like the Queen (Latifah) in the mid 90s, "Ive had it up to here" - with

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At first I heard nothing but a low rumble as the water I was swimming in began to wave, not unlike the water in the glass in that stellar dinosaur movie Jurassic Park. boom-boom. boom-boom.Breath. Dive.The door slowly creaked open and a pale, mealy looking foot appeared, followed by an equally pale and mealy cankle. The rest of the leg emerged, complete with no definition other than pock

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The Locker Room:So maybe you know that I go to the gym every day and maybe you dont. But that really doesnt matter. What matters is what goes on at the gym, and Im not talking about the lifting of weights or the swimming in the pool. No. Im talking about the locker room and what happens there. It really isnt that much. I get naked. I shower. I get clothed. I leave. But sometimes other

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The following was taken from the Saturday, August 12 edition of the Philadelphia Inquirer, on page E5. I write it out here so you can see how ridiculous some news reporting can be. In fact, in my judgment, this isnt even news, it is sheer stupidity that offers nothing redeeming to anyone at all. The fact that this "story" was set to print should condemn the editor of the paper. It is

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It has been far too long since I have posted some of my general musings, so here goes…. Most of these thoughts have come to me over the past year and I scribbled them down on one of my many post-it notes that litter my house and (now) cubicle. I actually put them in somewhat of an order today, which has allowed me to group together the following points. Enjoy! Or dont:- If a woman is missing

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A couple weekends ago I drove down to DC to stay with my sister and also to go to a "Rave" with her and Lauren. Now, in my lifetime, I have been to many Raves - some in high school, more in college, and even more during my early professional career (nothing that interfered with my work mind you, I never missed time or came to work in any state other than professional). And Im not now admitting

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Somewhere, probably right now, someone - probably an elderly fellow or lass - with undeniable whit and intelligence, is uttering the famous saying, "youth is wasted on the young." The truth behind this saying is really none of my concern. I dont necessarily agree that youth is wasted on the young, but I can understand the merits behind the statement. However, I digress....I have a greater

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Although I am a staunch supporter of Jack Daniels, I am a certified Ambassador for Makers Mark Bourbon (and if you want to be an ambassador too, just let me know, I can get you in;)). Anyway, as an Ambassador, among the many priveledges that are bestowed upon me is having my name on a barrel of bourbon (ok, it is shared with a few other people). Anyway, here is the photographic proof that I

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"Things that TV writers write about are based on real life occurances" - That's what we should believe if we look at society as a whole while under the assumption that TV programming represent what TV writers either see, live through, or believe to be true.

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Ive been contemplating, for the past few days, what kind of prophetic, witty and clever aphorism I could spit out in recognition of today's grandeur, but alas, I have been drained of all of my creativeness, most likely because I am aging right before my very eyes! Stupid birthdays...Ok, they really arent that bad. At least I get a cake and some legos to play with - ya really cant beat that.

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I have often had that thought while watching her act. For one reason or another I have never been able to stand her in just about any role that she has played, nor have I been able to listen to her speak out on any issue through the news or gossip rags.Sharon Stone got her big break by uncrossing her legs. Sure some people may argue with me that this might not be the case, but can you remember

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* What makes the Japanese children have such a vastly different interest in toy type than US Children? Im sure it has something to do with the nitrous that is pumped into their air by the government.* If you tell the same lie about something for long enough, you will start believing the truth behind the lie. * Why is it ok for religious folks to hate and hide behind the "truths" of the bible,

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I wrote to following letter after watching "I Love Toys" on VH1 a couple weeks ago. I have noticed throughout the "I Love _______" shows that there are two people, who thankfully appear during the same clips, who have no redeeming comedic value. I put my thoughts to paper:Dear VH1,I am funnier than the criminally unfunny Michael Colton and John Aboud. I dont know who at VH1 thinks these two

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I tip, in fact I tip very well; where ever I go, to any type of restaurant, including the trendy all the way down to the local diners. But for the life of me I cant figure out, or rather dont really understand, why?It is expected, by society, that we tip our servers. They work hard to bring us our food after they strained to give us the listed specials - which if they are well trained they will

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Yesterday, while at work, I was part of a party of three who was responsible for throwing a celebration in honor of a circulator bus that runs in one of the municipalities in our service area. This bus, because of its declining ridership, was almost canceled by the municipality's council, however, it was saved due to the many seniors in the area that complained. This party was meant to be a

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Politics is a game that everybody is invited to play, but not nearly 25% of us actually participate. This allows the people like George Bush to get elected and play their games with our tax dollars, and what do we do about it? Still not step up to the plate. This trend is highly disconcerting.Bush's proposed budget - and this is me using my new favorite word - is redonkuless. The budget calls

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There is no truer statement, at least to me, right now at this point in my life, than "life is what you make of it." We have always, as people, questioned the meaning of life only to never have an outright answer. But since humanity is generally about individuality, each person gets to decide, for themselves, what their life is about, whether it be helping others or pleasing themselves. Some

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Wet Foot, Dry FootIf you check out that link above you will read a short article about this group of Cuban refugees who had the misfortune of sailing all the way to the US and getting off their boat on an old, unused, unconnected to the mainland bridge. The current US policy is called Wet Foot, Dry Foot, which means that if the refugee makes it to dry land he/she will get to stay, if they are

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So I havent written in a while. I honestly dont know why. I keep telling myself that I have writers block, but I just think that is a line of bullshit to cover up the fact that I have been incredibly lazy recently, at least in terms of writing. Such a shame really, for all of you that is, since you havent gotten any of my gems recently.Thankfully I have plenty of ideas that i want to get down.

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Here's the story of Bob and how he got to be the way he is today, no longer living, not amongst us, killed, dead.Bob was born in 1977, April in fact, in the beginning of the month, perhaps on the 5th, but no one is for sure, not even Bob. Bob was left for dead in a trash can by a young run away who was brutally raped by a man named Gake, "with a G." That's how he introduced himself to this young

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The monster comes out of the sea, looking from side to side to see what it can eat. It is big and green and slimy and moving slowly up the beach. It was dark, and gloomy, and foggy. No one was on the beach. It was 4AM. Finding no food, the monster made its way back into the ocean, never to be seen again.I was there though. I saw the monster. I was on the board walk. I broke into the "

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Is religion a sign of higher intelligence? No other species can grasp the idea of religion and they dont pray to some unknown god for assistance.ORIs religion a sign of humanity's weakness: It's inability to deal with the unknown. We NEED answers for everything, yet when it comes to religion we have to get by with just having faith.ORDoes it really matter at all? When we all inevitably die,

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Last night while watching the 11 o'clock news I learned that once tropical storm names pass W they then are named after the Greek alphabet. It is after W and not Z because they dont use Z names, Or Q, U, X and Y names either! This year's W name is Wilma, so after Tropical Storm Wilma comes and goes, the next storm will be named Tropical Storm Alpha and I would guess that they would but the year

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Right now I have a question. One that doesnt eventually lead to the salvation of the world, or one that will positively or negatively affect anyone's life but my own. However it is a question nevertheless, with the utmost importance to both me and my sanity. Here goes: If I get a zit on my ass, ok, ok, more like in my ass, but not actually physically in my ass, more like in my ass crack, where

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I went to Merion Elementary school, naturally for my elementary school education. I had some interesting teachers, a big fat man who claimed to have laughed a pepperoni out of his nose and got uncomfortably close to all of the girls (and later got fired for it), a man who constantly complained about his stones, and a music teacher who loved M&Ms and is in the Guinness Book of World Records for

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A couple weeks ago, while up in the Poconos for a garlic festival, I kicked a kid. It wasnt intentional, although I have had yearnings to kick children before. When the garlic festival was over I went to the nearby outlet malls to hopefully find a new pair of Vans sneakers (my mission was successful as I ended up with a pair of navy kicks). As I was walking down the sidewalk I noticed a young

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I was awoken by the little miniature pincher scratching on the front door, wanting to get out to go for a walk. Everyone else was dead asleep, so I decided that I could wake up and help the lil fella out. I know that if I was a dog and needed to take a walk I would want someone like me to wake up and take me out.So I got up, got dressed and found the dog’s leash, noticing the wet carpet and

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Those eyesThat hairThat lookThat smileThat hidden fat tongueIs it me or does my squeezy stress ball look special?

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The following photo is what I am working with right now. That stack of post-it notes are all of the ideas that I have had over the past few months that I have meant to post here, but for whatever reason just havent. I think I am uninspired.At least the music I added to this wonderful bit of online waste of space makes me smile:)

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Is it possible that there a mathematical equation that could help me calculate the possibility of not passing a police officer while driving too and from work? If so, I would like to have that equation, and I am sure that you would too!I know, it is a random thing for me to think about, but let me explain. The way I figure, passing a cop on the street is dependent on many different independent

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The other night, as I was washing off my ass in the shower I pulled a thick, black hair out of my ass crack. After recovering from the initial tingle that the hair produced when rubbing between my cheeks, I started to think about how a thick, black hair could become lodged in my ass.Obviously, the hair wasnt mine because my hair is short and brownish, with a hint of red, blonde and sometimes

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Elementary school was my high school. Not literally of course, because however smart I think I am, I was not nearly that smart then. No, in elementary school I was often teased and made fun of for really no reason at all. Ok, it might have had to do with the fact that my mommy still dressed me (horribly I might add - I didnt start scrunching my socks down until fifth grade!), I had a huge

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How many citizens of this fine country dont speak English I wonder? It almost seems that there are more people in this country who dont speak our language than there are in other countries that you can go visit. It's easier to go to Spain and order a sangria than it is to go to East Harlem to order a Mad Dog.See, people want to come to this country because it offers them a better chance at life

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I realize that the only joyful moments I get in my life is when I squish grape jelly between my fingers while pretending I am a god who is killing all the bacteria and other microbiotic organisms that call this grape jelly home. I do understand that my squishing does more distruction to their home rather than the organisms themselves, but I dont care. I get off on the pain and suffering that I

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When I was a child I always thought that my parents had the ability to read my mind. I dont know why I ever thought that to begin with, but that idea stuck with me throughout my youth and probably into my pre-teen years.Every time I got yelled at I would think that they could tell I was lying or that I was hiding something from them, so I started to practice keeping a blank mind anytime I got

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In case you were wondering, this is what the door to my mind looks like:Yeah, it looks pretty boring, but believe me when I say that it hides a wonderfully detailed world behind it.

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Recently, in one of my fine posts, I noted that I heard a little boy ask the question "why do people fall in holes?" Well, unfortunately for me, I found out the hard way, as yesterday I indeed fell in a hole.This hole wasnt much of a hole. In the grand scheme of holes this hole would be the equivalent of a prepubescent girl’s mosquito bite sized boobies, but nevertheless, I did find my way into

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I went to camp Arrowhead for a number of years, either 10 or 11. Most of those years were spent as a camper, however I was a junior counselor for 2 years, getting paid a whopping $50 for the entire summer, plus whatever tips a generous parent might give me. But that isnt the point.Earlier, when I was a camper, much earlier in fact, my best friend forever (bff, honey) Seth, and his younger

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As I was waiting for the elevator after our monthly board meeting this morning I heard two men in the bathroom , which was in the area where I was waiting. I recognized the two voices as my boss and the president of our organization. As I was entering the elevator I heard my boss say, "Uh, um.... IT'S NOT WORKING." I honestly have no clue as to what he could have been talking about, but let

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Today, as I was leaving the building where I work, a child who was entering the building asked his ugly as sin mother the following question:"Why do people fall in holes?"And I thought to myself, "my, isnt that just a brilliant question!" Unfortunately for me, him, and his ugly as sin mother, I didnt have an answer.Logically we can say that stupid people fall in holes, and perhaps the blind if

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There once was a young lad by the name of Abraham. I say once because while he still lives on to this day, he is no longer a young lad. He is now middle aged by health standards because I honestly dont see him living past 50. As he was a young lad he was shaped like a pear, which is an odd shape for young lads. Most lads dont become pear shaped until after college when all the boozing and

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There used to be a time when I could fill up a whole day with entertainment found on the internet. There used to be plenty of sites that had links to get games or photos or videos, but now most of those sites have gotten redundant and boring.A site that I used to visit all the time was www.timekiller.com. They used to post tons of hilarious clips of kids doing stupid things and bombs going off

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This is the way that everyone who considers themselves an individual should think (please dont take this as me preaching to you, if you dont want to live this way, fine! This is merely my opinion):Whatever works best for you in any situation is the way you should live your life, but that comes with some rules. Thinking in terms of the greater good is important, if your decision harms at least

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We all know that I see crazy shit when I drive around; I have documented that on these pages. Let's just say that it happened again. As I was sitting in traffic on the expressway Monday morning I looked over to the car to my left and saw what looked to be a sand person from the star wars movies, however, this "sand person" was covering its mouth and nose with what looked to be two pieces of

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* The good and bad thing about life is that everyone is going to die. Ok, most of the time it is a bad thing when someone dies, but remember that bully that kicked your ass in the 4th grade? He is going to die someday too! Doesnt that make you happy? Some people will die quietly, some will die horribly. Every pretty girl and ugly geek will someday, somehow, die! Every person you have ever

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The white crept through the trees making everything seem colder than it actually was. The ground was soft from all of the moisture and each blade of uncut grass had a little drop of dew resting atop its stalk. The few remaining leaves that were on the nearly bare tall oak trees were losing their battle against the gusting wind that swirled amongst the branches.The stable off in distance was

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When it comes to being a man I usually think of myself as a manly man, although not so much so that I am not in tune with my feminine side, because I surely am. I deal well with mechanical things, I am very good with my hands, I played football, and generally I am not scared of anything. Then again, I almost got kicked out of a Macy's today for pretending to give him head while we were on the

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So as if last week's bought with a suicidal umbrella shaker wasnt enough, yesterday as I drove to work I saw another crazy thing! I was sitting on the expressway, slowly making my way to our main office (staff meeting every monday morning, sacrosanct - whatever the fuck that means) when I hear this loud blast from behind me. I look in my rear view mirror to see the final moments of a hood being

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As further evidence that I see some of the craziest shit while driving home I submit the following story which happened to me no less than 15 minutes ago while driving home.If you know the lay out of Philadelphia then when I say that I was driving down Benjamin Franklin Parkway, you know where I was (and if you arent from Philly, the Benjamin Franklin Parkway is the road that leads from the

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Do cats think, "Why am I the only one wearing a bell?"

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Normally I dont like posting about popular topics because they are usually too played out, but I cant resist today, so I must join the masses and post about how unbelievable it is that Michael Jackson is allowed to walk the streets, albeit sheltered by hulking security guards and whatever facial mask he decides to wear.WHAT THE FUCK!I dont know what I am more disturbed by, the fact that a

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This post was inspired by this blog: PostsecretGo there if you want to see something that is really interesting and insightful.Here are some secrets that I have kept and others that I probably havent:I used to have a stuffed lion in the center of my floor. It used to scare me at night when it was dark. I thought he was going to bite my leg off as I went to the bathroom, so I always kept my

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I have a relatively new fascination! It began a few months ago while I was driving home from work and noticed not one, but two old men, seperated by many miles, who both frequently waved their canes in the air. I have built a new blog concerning this fascination and urge you all to take a look at it and hopefully one day contribute! I need to know that there are many old men out there who wave

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If you are a female and you are missing your left arm and you get engaged, do you wear your engagement ring (and eventually your wedding ring) on your right hand? Or do you put it on a prosthetic? How funny would it be if during the wedding your fiancé/husband is trying to put the ring on your fake left ring finger and all the sudden your arm falls off? Your all dressed up in a long, flowing

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This is an ordered list of how I have grown as a person over my (somewhat) many years. Some of the ages are estimated, but I think they are all fairly close to actuality. Forgive the egotistical way that this might be perceived, that is not my intent, I am merely listing the things I have learned over the course of my life. Also keep in mind that this is nothing more than a synopsis, so dont

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This is the actual kind of bullshit that slows the government down, and gives senseless morons like this Craig Stanely a platform to stand on:Devil's Hot over Proposal to Change NameCan someone please tell me why this guy got elected? Can someone please take away his ability to communicate, because he is wasting tax payers dollars to quable over the name of an NHL franchise, which like all other

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For the past few months I have been using post-it notes to keep track of all the things I think about during the course of the day. Some of them are just ideas, others are lists of things that I need to do or buy, and others are things that I think. The following are some of these things that I think about on a daily basis. Now I am not going to go in-depth on any of these items, they are

Luindurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04388863344032662395noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208272.post-1116742512618103482005-05-22T01:57:00.000-04:002005-05-22T02:22:27.283-04:00

Lets quickly go over the many ways I have bloodied my hand:1. Scraped right index finger knuckle so often and badly that the last time I did it I was able to see bone, while playing a jewish game called gaga, during summer camp, 1991. Permanent scar.2. Spooned my right palm between my thumb and index finger while scooping mint chocolate chip, Breyers ice cream. Thats right, I cut myself with a

Luindurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04388863344032662395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208272.post-1116601501129232782005-05-20T11:02:00.000-04:002005-05-20T11:05:01.133-04:00

Can someone please explain the significance of the four year old boy who is standing outside my office doorway, holding his penis and making grunting noices, while bending forward, slightly, at the hips? Need I say that his parents are no where to be found? I feel like I should offer him some jesus juice.

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1. Men who tightly cross their legs, similar to how women cross their legs, how do they do that? Some are able to cross their legs so tightly that one calf touches the other. The only way I am able to cross my legs is by putting my ankle on my knee. Anything else and the good ole' cock and balls gets in the way.2. A flesh eating disease would be horrible. The only thing, in my mind at least,

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As I ride home every day I usually pass the same cars day in and day out. There is one car, and its occupant, who really annoys me although he isnt a bad driver and always follows the traffic laws. The driver is a college aged kid who drives a beat up, early 90s style, white Volkswagen Passat wagon. What annoys me me is the two window stickers he has showing out of his back window.One exclaims

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Friday evening I was driving to the Super Fresh to purchase some food to eat (as is usually the case when driving to a super market). To get to the super fresh I had to make a left hand turn across some train tracks and usually there is a homeless gentleman standing there (or lounging I suppose) begging for money. This was not the case however, as this time a woman was standing in his place.Her

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Can someone please explain to me why the day-time Emmy’s are shown during the primetime hours? That makes absolutely no sense to me what-so-ever! Shouldnt they be shown during the day-time, so the milkmaids who make those shows matter can watch? Obviously those ladies are going to be busy making dinner, taking care of the kids and servicing their men (or bull dyke as the case may be) at night!

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As always, I was sitting in my office minding my own business at around 3PM today. There is a high school across the street from my building, so every now and then some high schoolers come over to my building to hang out in the hallway outside of my office. This is most unfortunate for me because I am the only person on my side of the building, so despite requests for them to quiet down, most

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What if how we believe the Earth works is completely backwards? Who is to say that The North Pole isnt actually the South Pole, that the rotation of the Earth isnt counter-clockwise and that its orbit around the sun is counter-clockwise as well? That makes me wonder if there are other galaxies that spin in the opposite direction of ours? Would that mean that, in relation to the Earth, that

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What happened to all of the great porn names of the 70s and 80s? Gone are the names similar to Barbara Ballbanger and Harry Dickbag. We no longer have names like Mary Titsnass or Bob Inforcock. Why not? Why have todays porn actresses decided to either use their real name or some name like Brittany or Destiny or Star, names usually associated with stripping, not fucking! We still have the

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I can admit it, I am addicted to some things and I need help. The only problem is that I am not addicted enough to one thing, I am addicted a little bit to a few things. Does that leave me out in the cold when it comes to an intervention? What would my family and friends choose to confront me with?"Son, your addiction to Mountain Dew has really hurt the family. You spend all your time sipping

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What happens when the windows close and the fresh air becomes exhausted? Do we cease breathing or do we allow the staleness of the room into our lungs? What are we then exhaling? Does grunting make the task of breathing easier? Perhaps we should grow gills and learn to live in the ocean, although I would much prefer a fresh water pond, or better yet, a large lake. Then at least my habitat

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This past midnight began the last 24 hours of me being younger than I will be tomorrow. Now saying that I suppose that this comment is true for every day that I live on this earth, but there is only one midnight a year where 24 hours later I will have aged by a number, not just a day.28I suppose it could be worse, I could be 30, or 40, or 50. At least I have all those years ahead of me still.

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I leave the door open because it gets stuffy in here in the winter and chilly in here during the summer. For whatever reason the heater is malcontent and the AC is in equally disrepair.I leave the door open in the hopes that someone will pass by and trip over the rug, or themselves, thus providing me with a nice belly laugh. Of course I would have to stymie that laugh until the fallee has

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This is dedicated to my good friend who recently found out that his wife is pregnant with their first child. I wish you healthy children who are well adjusted and dont talk back.What is wrong with parents? Moreover, what has happened to parenting? Really, I am in no position to judge since I do not have children and dont have plans to have any, but what has happened? Have parents stopped

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This is a rare feet! With the new Pope being named my curiosity got the best of me and I did some research on where Pope John Paul II got his name from. To my amazement, he took it from Pope John Paul I, who he followed as Pope. But the interesting thing is that Pope John Paul I was only Pope for 33 days, which means that I am now on my forth Pope, not my third! How shocked was I? Extremely,

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I usually only write in this blog, but for this post I need visual assistance from a couple of photos that I found while perusing the internet. Here is the first photo:America's Next StarletAs we can see, this lady is a complete and utter mess. It is quite apparent that she rarely leaves the house and that her best friend is the Barka lounger where she is currently planted and growing roots.

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I was watching something yesterday, perhaps it was on the food network, or maybe it was the discovery channel - it really has no baring on the story - and I watched as all these German folks were enjoying Oktoberfest by dancing around a huge tent set up with hundreds of picnic tables whilst listening to a fella playing the accordion, all the while drinking from a beer mug which can nearly double

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While walking around the City of Brotherly Love this weekend I came across a smell t'which my nose had very rarely been privy, and at first I couldnt place it. I was walking around 12th and Pine (sometimes known as the Gayborhood, but who am I to judge?) when I first noticed the offensive odor. Pungent it was! It wasnt until a few whiffs later that I was finally able to place the odious scent

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April 6th, 2005, was the most perfect day in Philadelphia over the past decade. Perhaps not in any way other than weather-wise, but that alone was enough for me. Truth be told, I was pulled over by the police and given a ticket for $360 for not having my insurance on me, but even that couldnt ruin the niceness of that day. I have since gotten that ticket taken care of, so I at least get to

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Everyone knows that a radio works by tuning into different frequencies to pick up each individual radio station. That means that each frequency is able to carry different noise. This technology was originated with the telephone line and has also been applied to TV, satellite and just about any and every technology that can, and will, exist. But what about life itself? Is it possible that we

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This past Saturday I went to a Philadelphia Soul game. For your personal information, the Philadelphia Soul is the arena football team here in, where else, Philadelphia. Why they are called the Soul is beyond me, although I have my suspicions that the name comes from one of the owners of the team, none other than Jon Bon Jovi. Regardless of where the name comes from, if John Goodman is ever an

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I know I certainly dont know mine, although I do know that it used to be a lot better than it is now, but that is besides the point. Oh yeah, what is my point? How about the fact that it is nearly impossible to find out your true credit rating without getting a complete run around and then you have to pay for it. PAY FOR IT!!!!!Why is something so crucial to your spending future so

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If you personally know me, or even if you dont know me at all and your entire connection to me is through this blog, then you should know that I totally and completely believe that there is no god. While I offer no solution to the puzzling question of where and how life began I do, fully, believe in the theory of evolution. My path towards these beliefs, however, has been cloudy, to say the

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Near where I work is a major Pennsylvania Highway which is currently under construction for improvements. Part of my job is to publicize the project and help get information to the public, but that has no bearing on this story. A few months ago, as part of the project, two bridges that cross the highway were torn down to be lengthened, allowing for the underlying highway to be widened. These

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The news was unnerving at best. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, although I was hoping for later. And even though I expected it, it still came out of the blue and hit me like a ton of bricks. I guess I just didnt expect the well of emotions that came over me to be so cumbersome, but they were.I remember the times we had together, good and bad, and always will. I remember the

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I have figured out St. Patrick's Day, at least here in Philadelphia. It is basically the one day out of the year that celebrates the drunken Moe who sits in the corner of every bar in the city. It is a day for the wino, the almost wino, and the future wino. And the best part about it is that the cops, for once, are on your side!I dont know exactly how long the parade in Philly lasted this year

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There is a telemarketing company somewhere out there in the world who employs an 80 year old man living through the back end of life. He has been working at this telemarketing company for over 6 years, and in spite of his advanced years he has become quite successful. But this story of perseverance is not the one I plan on detailing today. No kiddies, this story is about a little old man who

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Japan, as a country, is at the top of the developed country list with their booming economy, their solid infrastructure, and their sheer determination and honor. They have built some of the tallest, sturdiest buildings in the world in an area ravaged with earthquakes and tsunamis. They have taken products such as the TV and DVD player, improved on them, and made them cheaper to purchase. Japan

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I have a real problem with people who praise strange food as "tasting real good; tastes just like chicken." I dont mind the strange food so much, because I will try just about anything that doesnt have fungus growing on it at least once. But if you are going to tell me that it tastes just like chicken, fuck you, I am going to eat chicken!It doesnt make sense to me to pay all kinds of money to

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So there I was walking - ok, maybe not walking because it was dark, but more like briskly strolling - down the cold street, looking at the ground with my hands in my coat pockets when a thug came up to me. Clearly he was a thug, or at least a wanna-be thug - with the fake gold fronts, cubic zirconia earring, the thick gold plated chain dangling down his chest, and the valor baggy sweat suit

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Whilst I was in middle school I visited the administration offices a number of times for a variety of reasons. Yes, I did go to the principles office for fighting a couple of times (I was in middle school, cut me a break, I didnt realize my temper management abilities until high school), and there was that time when I balled up an entire Tasty Cake brownie in the middle of a lunchtime speech by

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