Dosage

work... all ok. for the most part.
life... can't complain. breathin and thinkin and what not on my own.
personal... give me a prescription for fukitol.

Today's issue at hand: Budweisers on the Table

Now, as the previous post says, my national animal is the Budweiser...
Today's 'issue' is hilarious... in that they use a 'cut and paste / ad-lib' approach to it depending on how you set the settings up. As it is, here's today's issue:

Number 8 Decides:
Budweisers on the Dinner Table?

The Issue
In a bid to provide a new revenue stream for Number 8's Beef-Based Agriculture industry, it has been suggested that budweisers could be added to the menu.

The Debate
"The fact is, the budweiser population is out of control," says Beef-Based Agriculture spokesperson Larry Silk. "We have to do something about them anyway, so why not market them as tasty snacks? We could have budweiser kebabs, budweiser pies, budweiser-on-a-sticks--the possibilities are endless! Let's not pass up this golden opportunity to provide a feast, if you will, for our economy."

"I agree that something needs to be done about budweiser over-population," says random passer-by Charles Licorish, "but eating them? That's kind of gross. Let's just shoot the ones we have to and shovel their bodies into ditches like normal."

"I am shocked and appalled!" declared SPCA President Jazz Jones. "If anyone needs to be culled, it's us humans. The budweisers were here first, remember? We need to take this as a sign to get our industry--agriculture in particular--to back off. The budweiser is part of what makes Number 8 a great nation!"

Well, if you ask me... Budweiser everywhere would be funny. cool, but funny.
And you can't really eat Budweiser either...heh.
but the last one was right. The Budweiser is part of what makes Number 8 a great nation!

I picked 'A'.

NationStates

There's this online 'game' where you can be the ruler of your own government, and see how your decisions affect the country. It's almost a utpoia because nations can't really 'war' among themselves. It's called NationStates.

However, you do get a few issues per day that you can either address, or dismiss as you please. Each action will help 'shape' your nation, or rather, the description of your country.

For fun, I joined up with some other friends on this again (I forgot/lost my old account from 2 yrs ago). My country is the Holy Republic of Number 8:

The Holy Republic of Number 8 is a small, devout nation, notable for its compulsory military service. Its hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 18 million are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defence. The average income tax rate is 24%, but much higher for the wealthy. A powerhouse of a private sector is led by the Book Publishing, Furniture Restoration, and Automobile Manufacturing industries.

The nation is ravaged by daily union strikes, the latest Harry Potter book is a bestseller, nudity is frowned upon, and a large-scale revitalization of the education system is underway. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is well under control, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Number 8's national animal is the budweiser, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its currency is the jr.

Number 8 is ranked 15th in the region and 115,814th in the world for Healthiest Nations.

Australians. Yes.

So. This is Evie .
I am in love.
Long live Australian women.
Where everyday is a g'day.

Did you know...

they made a 12" action figure of the Pope?

But it doesn't have kung-fu action grip or one of those button/switch thingies in the back where he has karate chop or karate kick. He doesn't talk or come with any assault weapons, rapelling gear, or what not. He just comes with the Pope pointy hat and a large staff with a cross on top.

I don't know. I'm scared when this Pope passes away cuz well, he's the only real Pope I've known. JP-I didn't stay too long. And I still think the Church was behind it. But the neat thing is, when I turned 2 yrs old, Pope JP-II was installed as the 264th Pope.

When it rains, he blogs... The PSP

Ok, so it's not really raining...just overcast.
But, I haven't blogged in a while other than posting some whatever filler stuff, and you don't get inside my head, so... here's some more.

Best Buy, whenever you take this online survey, asks "Do you keep up with the latest technology?" My response is...sometimes...but usually not until it is mainstream. But in the instance of Playstation's new Playstation Portable, aka the PSP... had to do it.

It came out this last Thursday, 3/24. I usually frequent the electronics boutique near work, see what games are coming out, etc. Doesn't hurt that the manager is cute. She asked if I was getting one, and I said, well...I'm not to into the Nintendo DS.. I don't like it at all. So that's when she brought up the PSP. I said I'd think about it before buying one or putting it on reserve. In the back of my mind though, usually when these things hit the street, it's always better to reserve one.

Per Sony, the initial release was 1 million copies for the US. I finally decided, yeah, I'll bite and pay to play. Though no one knows what happens after the first million, the first million copies had a full version of Spiderman-2. Yep, it's awesome. The screen is crisp as if watching it on a regular tv, but there it is... loud and in full color, in the palm of your hands.

Picking games is another thing. I usually get more sports games, and usually to hold me over, racing games. If you look at the games I've got for Xbox, you'd think I either owned stock in EA Sports, or have a thing for team/squad-basedmilitary killing machines. The PSP is due to get a good number of EA Sports games, and I can't wait for FIFA and whatever version of football they get,... but would also love to get some Rainbow Six or Ghost Recon in there as well.

For this time out though, I picked Ridge Racer. I got the last copy at another store cuz everyone else had gotten it or put it on reserve. The sound is awesome, and the graphics are way cool. Handling is pretty smooth as well. I know a lot of die-hards out there say Gran Turismo is much better, and graphically, won't argue. It's just that when I pick up a racing game, I don't want to bother with licenses. If and when Big Ern reads this, he might scoff/smirk, but

I just wanna drive, daddy!

The game is awesome.
Now...if only they'd come out with NASCAR...along with the squad games and other EA Sports... i'm good to go. Oh, and movies start coming out in April. :)

What Do You Do? What Do You Do?

In a matter of weeks, maybe even days, some of us at work will take on more responsibilities.
Yep, basically changing of the guard. Those before us who (tor)mentored us have gone on to be higher level managers, switched to other companies, or just... well, moved on to other stuff.

The responsibility of being in a lead role is to delegate. No, I don't like to micromanage because Lord knows, I hate it when I get told how to do my job. What to do, no problem. How to do it... dude... I got it.

Hence, "what do I do? what do I do?" (a phrase we've associated with Pepe)
Which also coincides with another Pepe phrase: "What did I did? What did I did?"

I've worked with a philosophy that those I work with are not robots. They're not heartless people who have to show up at the same place I have to 5 or so days a week and do things to earn a living for addictions or whatever, be it starbucks, ebay, cars, whatever. They're human.
And we all make mistakes. Only sometimes, some folks get more red ink than others.

The current joke or rather, point of smirking is that I can do a pretty good job when given a task. "Get 'er done". Hey, that should be a new work motto. And everyone can adopt a NASCAR driver's number, and we can have those cool neat rear window decals that have the number and it'll say at the bottom, "Get 'er done!" JUST KIDDING!

"You know what'd be funny? An office of four people, Bum's the lead... Ask them what they're working on, and they'll say 'nothing', but then you look, and he's out and about zipping around doing it all'". Argh. This will be the fun part of work. When to learn how to push the right buttons and get them to do what needs to be done. It's the same thing we already do now, but it'll just be within the same group. So far, I'm hopeful and optimistic. I get a new hire that I can train with my mentality (and also what NOT to do), as well as one who's already there and willing to learn.

It'll be a fun new task and responsibility... but the Lord's gonna start saying "ENOUGH ALREADY" when I keep saying the serenity prayer. ;)

What do you do? What do you do? ... Get 'er done.

Land Down Under and other stuff

In this moment of time, I was clearing some email, and I usually file away good ones, funny ones, useful ones, etc, and get rid of the junk mail.

I got to one of HeroinGirl's emails from earlier this month, read, and smirked. And then the warning at the bottom... if you didn't reply, she'd then get out her voodoo doll and make you all swollen and itchy, etc etc.
I had to laugh, and so I replied to the email (took my ass long enough... I'm usually good about replying), and with it, remembered my experiences with Australians and Australia.

I've never been to the Land Down Under.
Sure, I grew up listening to the song by Men At Work, but at that time, that was about it.
Oh, and I watched the Mad Max movies and *heart* Nicole Kidman.
The last couple of years though, the rare but wonderful experiences where Australia and her beautiful people have been...well.... wonderful.

2003-ish, I think.
You know, I can't for the life of me remember, but I think it was 2002/2003 where I worked on a project where I had to contact some folks in Australia. I was given some names of points of contacts. During that interchange of information, my one POC had started giving me another POC. Which was cool. I now had three points of contact. The one who seemed to respond the quickest at first was pretty cool. But here's the funny part. He never used 'signatures', or whatever, so hell if I knew, he was another technical reference over there. Yeah, the one time he finally did use a signature, i was like... well...heh heh... this was the company's president all along. The webpage didn't list him down either, but yeah, he sure was. That Christmas, he sent me a Christmas card... business practice, I reckon, but it was personalized and said if ever I was in Australia and was available, to come over and visit the company. Way cool.

2004
I got an autographed picture from Jennifer Hawkins back in August 2004. She also replied to an email I had sent. In case some of y'all didn't know, she's Miss Universe 2004.

I started blogging in the middle/late part of the year,... and for the life of me, can't recall how. It was either I was sent to one by a friend and read up on how to get one, or...well, I just stopped using livejournal. And this one, it seemed was easier to maintain. Through this experience, I stumbled to HeroinGirl's website. She's got a great number of her thoughts and experiences there, and it's just..well, I guess the purpose of blogging is to share your thoughts and experiences with people who would have time to read up on it. Sometimes, it's even therapeutic cuz it's sometimes easier to type it out than to actually say it out loud. What I've read there have been thought-provoking and you just... read more. Anyway, this darlin is also from Australia, and she's wonderful.

The most recent experience... yes, Australians are beautiful. Especially, and most specifically, their women. Yet another Australian won me over (some say it's not that hard to do, but...) during birthday vacation last year, this woman came up to me and said, "'Ey you, You're Bum right? You were wonderful up there and made us all laugh. You practically stole the show." And the words I got out were, "Thanks. What's your name?"
And her name's Evie. So Evie and I chatted up a bit that night and pretty much, ...well...ok... the ship had about 2000 passengers, not to mention the crew of 500-800. Enough for a tiny town in Texas. And yet, that ship becomes a small world cuz I'd always run into the same people, to the point where they began to ask, "Do you work for Royal Caribbean? Are you part of the director's staff? Do you have a twin?"

Hey, Pink Tiger, Big Ern, Pepe, and Bad Megan told me to have a wonderful trip, and so I had fun. Anyway, Evie and I would chat once a night at the ship's dance club thingie, dance, have drinks, etc. That and play volleyball or whatever else the ship was doing at sea.

Ah. Australia and their beautiful people. Simply wonderful.

Airport Codes

I've a friend. She's sexy.
She's a flight attendant.
We joked. I'm her man.
In Houston.
And so she's got hoes in different airport codes...
This is just a parody of a song...

She's got hoes (She’s got hoes)
In different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes) in different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)

Now you thought it was just A-K-R, and C-L-E?
She’s worldwide, biiitch, from terminal C
She’s the fine-assed-flight chic
Fixed-up hair, topped with some lipstick
Sexy lay it on thick

O-R-D, and M-D-Dub, Chicago is the place where she get some love
I-A-D matter’o’fact D-C-A, she got hoes in the capital of the U S A.
Have your ID ready with your boarding pass
While you’re still checkin’ in, she's checkin’ your ass
J-A-X and M-I-A’s…Rainy weather there so expect some delays
So please observe the captain’s NO SMOKING SIGN
But she's violatin’ cuz she’s smokin’ fine
A-T-L, M-C-O her cell phone just overloads cuz

She's got hoes (She’s got hoes)
In different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes...) in different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)

Now every stop might seem the same, but that doesn’t matter
Cuz everywhere she's still got some game
E-Dub-R, L-G-A, cross NYC hook up at the J-F-K
It’s a roundtrip flight, and she got some connections
As she passes by, she be causin’ some erections
P-H-X, D-E-N
Wherever she goes she’s got a friend
Got a hoe in S-F-O, movin’ it fast, workin’ it slow
So put your seats upright and enjoy your flight
With the sexy flight attendant that’s outta sight

IS IT CUZ THEY LIKE SOME MORE PEANUTS (MORE PEANUTS)
IS IT CUZ THEY LIKE HER SEXY BUTT (SEXY BUTT)
IS IT HOW SHE WALKS THE AISLE? (WALK THE AISLE)
IS IT CUZ THEY LIKE HER VERY SMOOTH STYLE? (VERY SMOOTH STYLE)

Whatever it is, they love it no matter where we fly
Handles her biz, it’s all good up in the mile high
With just a whim (a whim) she'll make you pitch a tent with your pants
So don’t blink (don’t blink) or you’ll miss the safety dance

She's got hoes (She’s got hoes)
In different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes...) in different airport codes (airport) airport codes (codes)

B-O-S, B-Dub-I
Someone’s special fylin’ in the sky
Shout outs to the S-A-N, L-A-X, Sunshine state, the city of sex
From the I-A-H and the H-O-U…D-F-Dub, “Texas loves you”
I-N-Ds and M-S-Ps, From S-T-L back to S-J-C
She sees y’all…

P-D-X, B-N-A, S-L-C, , C-L-T and the S-E-A
And D-T-Dub…Hoes in different airport codes
Flyin’ like a muthaf…

When ya gotta say it...Just

The wonder drug. I snickered when I saw this.
When EPO becomes APO...
with attack formation bunnyhop mode....

use the secret weapon
fukitol

Auction Snipin'

So I was bored and had ebay up at the moment.
This auction that I'd been keeping an eye on was ending within a certain time, so
i'd check it out every now and then to get a time and price status.

It was nearing the end-of-auction time, so I got ready to bid.
usually, sniping means getting the item quickly, and just right before the auction ends.

Many folks generally wait until the last few minutes to bid on the item. For a week, the item would stay there til the last minute when each prospective buyer waits til the auction is down to thelast few seconds, and then start to bid.

On this item, another seller has told me it'd cost me $125+ to buy it from him. Yeah i'd rather take a chance on an auction, hoping it'll come out cheaper.

Needless to say, with this particular item, I got lucky cuz i got my bid in with 1 second left to spare.

Vicente the sly fox

So I was looking through the news online, and one article
mentioned trade agreements and what not between the US,
Canada, and Mexico, and this is the picture they had to accompany
the article.

Presidente Vicente looks like he's puckering up for someone.

I thought it was sorta funny.

Blind

Florida seems to be the state for debate, whether it's for electing a leader, to determining life or death.
And no, I'm not gonna trash talk Florida cuz I've got lots of friends there, and it is a pretty cool state. Just weird that Florida has issues when it comes to these political issues.

But there.... you have to ask,...are these things supposed to be political?
It's been on the news lately. One woman who by stroke of fate as fate would have it back in 1990 collapsed in her home when her heart had stopped because of some chemical imbalance, which halted oxygen to her brain and did a really good deal of damage to her.

She could breathe on her own, but used a feeding tube. Basically, she was classified as being under a vegetative state. The national Institutes of Health define this as:

A coma is a profound or deep state of unconsciousness. The affected individual is alive but is not able to react or respond to life around him/her. Coma may occur as an expected progression or complication of an underlying illness, or as a result of an event such as head trauma.

A persistent vegetative state, which sometimes follows a coma, refers to a condition in which individuals have lost cognitive neurological function and awareness of the environment but retain noncognitive function and a perserved sleep-wake cycle.

It is sometimes described as when a person is technically alive, but his/her brain is dead. However, that description is not completely accurate. In persistent vegetative state the individual loses the higher cerebral powers of the brain, but the functions of the brainstem, such as respiration (breathing) and circulation, remain relatively intact. Spontaneous movements may occur and the eyes may open in response to external stimuli, but the patient does not speak or obey commands. Patients in a vegetative state may appear somewhat normal. They may occasionally grimace, cry, or laugh.

I don't know whether or not it should have gone to the political arena the way it has. All I know is, one side of the family wants her to go, while the other side fights for her life. Right now, I am leaning more towards her family as they fight for her. This is just a personal opinion.

In this state, all I can wonder is the quality of life and chances for recovery. I don't think there are any.
But given her status, if it was time to let her go, let her do so with dignity. Not by playing the hokey pokey with her feeding tube. Not by starving her to death.

Regardless of what she might have said in a will that doesn't exist, I think she would wanted it with dignity.

taste of things to come

I've been neglecting the b-log as of late.
But i've been thinking of what to say and share,
and there's a hella lot of material i could talk about,

from religion and politics, to ebay and nascar, and walmart and just about shit on my mind.

so, soon, i'll be posting again instead of just giving filler space, between epo strips (when the damned machine will play nice with Paint) and posts like this.

anyways, i'm gonna hit the bed before 2am just cuz.

but, i'll be posting again soon.

but i have to wonder, outside of the 3-4 coworkers who read, and possibly Stacy, Cedia, and maybe HG... i dunno who else reads here.

it'd be nice to know there were others out there that might actually read here.

anyways. again. have a good night.

EPO13 

EPO10 

EPO12 

EPO 

10 yrs down the road

I'm sure there've been times when you say to yourself,
oh so many years down the road, this is where I see myself...
or this is where I want to see myself...

Sometimes, it happens that way.
Sometimes, it just takes a little longer getting there.
Sometimes, it just says Fuck You.
If you're like me, sometimes, you say Fuck You back.
and then laugh it off.

Darth Vader said that the ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. Well, I say the ability to look back on the past, and either accept it, or just smile is just as powerful. And instead of saying Fuck You, I'm saying Eh, Fuck It.

Aside from just watching Napoleon Dynamite, I got to say hey to an old friend tonight.
Time flies like a muth'fuck cuz it's actually been a lil over 10 yrs since we'd started talking.
So tie this shit together between Napoleon and the friend before I have to say "but I found five dollars..."...

"Don't worry Napoleon, there's a babe out there for you somewhere. Peace out. " Yeah, well, this wasn't the time or place.

Freshman in school...never knew jack shit about the internet... I'd heard all the lingo about Mozilla... IRC... e-mail. E-mail. I'm like...wtf is that? But I get a free account from school? Awesome. So there it was, September 1994. Paul had helped me get a school email account, and then got me an account on this chat place in Iowa. At the time, it was one of the biggest chatroom thingies in the world, I think. I mean, there were times you'd have to wait minutes just to get a chance to hop on. I'd made a good number of friends from there, some I still talk with to this very day. Funny how you lose track of time, not just when you're on there, but more now in the sense that many years had passed.

I'd met a girl there we'll call Di. Di was a few months older than me, was pretty cool... yadda yadda. I still can't believe it's been 10 years... Anyway,... i talked to our mutual friend tonight... she's still married and now with 3 kids. It's kind of too late by now, in the sense that some ghosts of the past should remain ghosts, but somewhere deep down, when i revisit the year i rarely choose to revisit, i want to say hi to her, and say i'm so glad that she's where she is in life and is happy. No. No Fuck You's to say to life here. Just someone 10 years older down the road, saying, Eh, Fuck It. and smiling.

Goonies

1985.
I was nine that year.

Goonies came out, and it was awesome.
Anyway, I decided to not play Brothers in Arms tonight...and watch The Goonies.

It was cool then, it's still cool now.
These guys and gals are of my generation.
Obvious. but I thought Data was cool

Where are they now?
Well, Sean Astin's been up to Lord of the Rings and all that.
Joe Pants has been doing well in the movies.
Corey Feldman... not much of a real idea.
Jonathon Ke Quan, aka Data, is actually working in the movies as stunt coordinator/asst. to the director, and has worked on The One, as well as X-men.

Kerri Green was a cutie then. ah...yes.

And of course, it was a movie...that had...pirates.
Can never really go wrong with that.

On Today's NASCAR and support:

Hrm.
Jr. had a bad day.
But he'll be back.

It's rare to have someone to root for, whether it's football, basketball, baseball, or racing...
well, for me it is. Some teams, win or lose, hey, they're my team.

Astros... they fall in this category.
Aeros...ditto.
But when you get into the Rockets and the Texans... different scenario here.

The Rockets, it was cool until they stopped training at my college. Next thing ya know, oh...they stopped winning championships, etc. That and i just don't follow basketball as much.

The Texans...well, I want them to still win, but I'm mainly pissed off at David Carr.
Dominick Davis is a cool guy, and so is Bradford, Sharper, Glenn and a few others,
but David Carr is a fucktard.

I'm not your old school NASCAR fan, and I can never claim to be cuz I'm just getting into it. But what I have gotten into, I like. And Jr, win or lose, is still gonna be 'my team' to support.

So come on, Jr. Get 'er done.

The Club

The Rules of Fuck Club.
1st RULE: You do not talk about FUCK CLUB.
2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about FUCK CLUB.
3rd RULE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fuck is over.
4th RULE: Only two to a fuck.
5th RULE: One fuck at a time.
6th RULE: No shirts, no shoes.
7th RULE: Fucks will go on as long as they have to.
8th RULE: If this is your first night at FUCK CLUB, you HAVE to fuck.

Napoleon Dynamite

Ok...so...i finall watched Napoleon Dynamite.

Pink Tiger, are ya listening?

I have to say, this movie's getting added as one of my favorites.
Plot was cool, some of the things I can relate to.
Pedro was funny... but I'm sure Pepe would kick my ass if I called him Pedro.

The Uncle reminds me of one of my coworkers,
and Kip, towards the end, reminded me of a former coworker as well.

And Deb was pretty cute too.


PS.
To Julie Newmar,
I like.
From Wong Foo.

Redneck Asian

It's been said I'm a redneck asian.
Been called so by many folks in different states, especially
from an old coworker/friend from Tennessee.

So...yeah, like...

Well, I'll never
be a yankee guy
I'm just another southern boy
except with slanted eyes
Yes, I'm asian, raised in Texas
been here all my life
I'll eat me some good ol' chicken fried steak
but I also like white rice
Some people think it's crazy
But I think NASCAR's great
I'll wear my budweiser gear
and root for number 8

Cause I'm a redneck asian
But I don't know any kung fu
i love goin' down to the Wal-Mart
yeah you know it's true
I'll karaoke George Strait songs
whether or not i'm tipsy
Let me get a big "Herr Yeah" from redneck asians like me
Herr Yeah Herr Yeah

Just jokin around

I'm sure someone MAY have come up with the idea in the next entry....
but ah frickin' well.

It's funny.
You might be offended, but um.... yeah.

It was just jokin' around with a couple friends of mine.

E.P.O. - Episode I

Yahoo Personality

So yeah, like...my old friend Scottbro and I were talking about people on these things...called personal ads. Or as I've called them, online pageants...

Anyways, I revisted mine and decided to take the personality test part of it. The results:

Your Personality Type: The Idealist - Opening the world to new possibilities

As an Idealist, your mission in life is to make the world a better place. You care about big ideas and big issues, but you're also dedicated to the lives of the people around you.
In many ways, you're the ideal friend or co-worker. You have great empathy skills. You give sound advice, but more importantly, you know when to just listen. At work, you're a natural facilitator, motivator, and energizer. You have a gift for promoting harmony and cooperation at work. In fact, few things bother you more than conflicts at work.
Your hopes and dreams are very important to you, so you take other people's dreams seriously, too. Your friends and family know they can come to you for a booster shot of support and optimism, whether it's for pursuing their dream job or dream man or woman.

Most people have goals and dreams, but you're more likely than most to actually achieve them. You have a clear idea of what you want in life. You anticipate and plan around obstacles, and you're a sharp problem solver. Plus, it's pretty darn hard to discourage you.
Idealists come in many varieties, from the academic to the pragmatic. You stand soundly in the middle. Only you know what you'll do with your gifts. Ultimately, whether you touch the world, your community, or simply your closest friends and family—it's Idealists like you that give us all the inspiration to dream and strive for something more.

Your Love Style: Romantic -
You want and expect it all—a lasting connection with someone on every level—mental, emotional, sexual, and spiritual.

True Romantics like you are pretty rare. You have a good imagination, which allows you to visualize the type of woman you could fall in love with. You can actually see and feel the future happiness the two of you would share. You also have the patience and persistence to search for her. When you finally meet her, the attraction can be instant and overwhelming. True Romantics believe in destiny, but you're also willing to give fate a push in the right direction. If necessary, you'll even make a total fool of yourself to win her over. Romantics know that falling in love often means falling flat on your face.
Still, if the two of you can connect, you'll have the capacity to experience the type of love most people only dream about. Specifically, your "style" of loving appears to have these common features:

You're looking for a very close, intimate relationship. You want to share the most important aspects of your life with her and not feel like you have to hold things back. The past is the past, but you should be open and honest about your life now. If you love her, you'll want to know about her hopes and dreams and try to help make them come true.
You're most likely to fall in love with a woman who is independent by nature. She won't expect to merge her life with yours. Keeping separate friends, for example, will just give you more to talk about when you're together.

Like the song says, "If you want to know if she loves you so, it's in her kiss." You want passionate kisses and won't settle for anything less. The two of you will probably be instantly attracted to each other. You're not a purist who thinks love is a saintly connection between "friends." You have plenty of friends. You want a lover!
Both partners have to decide when they're ready to make a commitment and at what pace. Rushing into a commitment only adds to the pressure of forming a relationship. The two of you have to find the type and level of commitment that makes sense given your feelings and how long you've been together.

Looking at these two... well,...i can't refute them in any way.

Perks

One of the perks of working at a cool job is that the cool job has cool places.
While going with Big Ern, Pink Tiger, and F-mama, we hung out at the mock-ups for some tests.

I've prolly been here more than 20+ times, and it never gets old.
Forget NASCAR, I'll go for NASA.

Then again, I remember this email someone sent out... can you imagine if NASA entered NASCAR? We'd win, but pitstop time would kill us. And we'd need a hella lot of sponsors to race.

Ah well, a few brief moments enough... and then it was time to
step back to reality, life with some gravity
lookin' for some levity, that just won't come that easy

or something.

To the extreme...

Hi.
My name is Bum.
I am southern.
I go to Wally-world (Wal-Mart).
I like NASCAR.

I've taken a liking #8.
I've thought about what it'd be like to drive in a race.

But this.... this is just...well, besides being funny as hell... please don't let me do something like this. I mean... The Budweiser just made me laugh my ass off.