an old favorite

When time has stolen away our stars
And only the night endures
Yet somewhere in the darkness,
Love, my hand will still seek yours.

When youth has danced its parting dance
And tasted its last sweet wine,
Yet somewhere in the silence,
Love, your hand will still find mine.

Dunno who wrote this, as it was in a Valentine's Day card an old friend sent me back many years ago. I've held onto it all this time...though now, I do not know where it is... but the words are still haunting to this day. Not haunting as in a bad way, but that ..well... nice memory.

My Name

While the name Bum creates the urge to be generous and happy, we point out that it causes an emotional intensity that is a challenge to control. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, and nervous system.

Your name of Bum creates a very expressive, versatile, and spontaneous nature. You are happiest when you are associating with people and participating in activities with others. Your name gives you a desire to sing, dance, and have a good time. This name makes you very idealistic, emotional, and temperamental, liking to do things on the spur-of-the-moment and disliking being repressed or held down to monotonous detail.

How...rare...

The cool neighbors

We have a number of cool neighbors.
One family has this cool dog.

Now, granted, most dogs bark like a mofo when you approach their door wanting to come inside. Typical. Howl and bark, bark and howl, there's someone at the door.

The neighbor's dog? Yeah, the dog barks and howls too.
But more along the lines of when you're inside and want to go outside.
Yes, the party is never over with this dog. Go figure.

You can enter anytime you like, but i will bark whenever you try to leave.

Heh, cool and cute dog.

Been there, done that, now the shirt

Yes, really.
Bought the book.
Read the book.
and now, the shirt:
http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=510

I saw it, and it had some humor.
Sure, the purists will give me a hearty "Fuck You!", but, i'll just ward it off
with a counter-hex and an Invisibility Cloak.

As a co-worker from work said, "Harry Fuckin' Potter".
heh.

KORN name

My friend Cath told me this...

The lead singer for KORN named his kid "pirate"

heh way cool.
might kinda sorta feel bad for the kid later...but ...well...except for the fact that
pirates are cool.

yarrrr

Press The Button

Growing up, there was this show called "Press Your Luck"

Three contestants.
One big ass board.

The expression "No Whammies, No Whammies, No Whammies, and ...stop!"

Makes me wonder. I wonder if they would do that in Mission Control...
one of the three big screens...

and the ignition button at the Cape?

heh heh.

Go Launch, Go Launch, no bad weather, no anomalies and.....LAUNCH!
heh.

T-minus INSERT TIME HERE

ok
so
tomorrow
09:30 local time here

maybe hopefully we launch. safely.
and return safely.

Act I, Scene I...take two...

and....ACTION!

Taco Ninja

Yes, it does exist.
A friend online said there was a place called Taco Ninja.
I was like... NO frickin! Way!

but, avast! Way.

Taco Ninja.

Visit their website at: http://www.taconinja.com

Everybody wanted KUNG FU na-chos
With cheese and ja-lo-pe-nos

Miss USA 2005

today
checked the mail

got a nice signed picture from Ms Chelsea Cooley

Miss USA 2005.

heh
way cool.
:)

for "jaime"

Queso gave me bad info.
but all the same,
for "Jaime"

If you gon’ go and take a ride with Meeeee
Y’all be trippin with the flippin hottie better known as Jamie
Oh why do I feel this way? HEY!
Maybe cuz she’s Jamie!

Uh, wait a minnit now uh ohhhhhh
Mee goin’ down down baby yo street in a Malibu
Street Sweeper baby, cocked ready let it go
Jamie Jamie coco puff, listen to her sound
Light her up she is fly pass her to me now

You can find MEEEEE
Rollin in Nebraska
Blingin hear me ringin
So now lemme askya

If ya fly like Jamie then go brush ya shoulders off
If ya feelin like a pimpstress go an’ brush ya shoulders off
This lady a pimp, boo, that’s what I got from Kay-So
Get dat dirt of ya shouldas

Sickening

I read the following and felt sick.
I'm already against flag burning, but that is just my personal expression.
There are those that want to burn the United States flag as a form of political statement.
You know, I can 'sometimes' understand when it's a foreigner who does it in their own country, such as the Middle East or Africa or Asia. But when I see another "American" do so, it basically tells me they are no longer Americans. They have relinquished not just the right to be an American, but the priviliges as well.
You burn the American flag, you spit on this country. You spit on this country then get the fuck out, or get more people to vote the same way as you would and make a change. But don't fuckin' burn the flag just to 'make a statement'. Political statement is one thing...

The report below is even worse. An American soldier with a 2-yr old child and a pregnant wife was buried due to injuries sustained in Iraq. The American flags that lined their street were taken, placed under their car, and burned. Sickening. But at least there were neighbors and the VFW Legion that helped make up for it.


Reported by: Becky Freemal/ AP
Web produced by: Neil Relyea
Photographed by: Richard Lane
Last Updated: 7/23/2005 6:34:01 PM
http://www.wcpo.com/news/2005/local/07/23/flag_hines_eve.html

Vandals are compounding the grief of a Tri-state soldier's family.
Not even 24-hours after Private First Class Tim Hines's wife and family said goodbye at his funeral, American flags that had adorned their Fairfield yard were piled beneath a car and burned.

Hines' sister-in-law woke up to hear her car alarm around 5:30 a.m. and saw her car on fire. As firefighters brought the fire under control they discovered a pile of around 20 American flags underneath the car. Neighbors say Hines' wife's family had flags line their front yard and on the porch. Those were taken as well as flags in neighboring yards.

Hines was injured in Iraq and flown to Walter Reed Hospital in the Washington, D.C. area, but succumbed to the injuries before he could return home. Hines' wife Katy is eight-months pregnant with their second child. She buried her husband on Friday.
Katy Hines had just moved back into her parents' home and woke up to find her sister's car consumed by flames.

Investigators believe the flags piled underneath were used to start the fire.
One neighbor says he didn't think the vandals were making a political statement but were possibly drunk.

Police say whoever set the fire will face arson charges.
"It's beyond the pale. It is beyond the pale," said Bob Kramer.
"I don't think it's a political statement," said Kramer. "I don't think it's random. I think it's some really stupid kids, maybe drunk I don't know, but it's despicable and I hope they are caught."

"No doubt, the family is very upset," said Sue Rumley, a neighbor. "They had hoped to spend a quiet day together. After what happened this morning, they say they hope, and believe this was a random act.

The flags, they say, had completley lined their yard. "The yard was gorgeous. They had flags all the way around the front, from the street up to their porch," said Rumley. "Whoever did this went clear up to their porch and took the flags down."

In the meantime the American Legion and others promised Hines' family they would have new flags by the end of the day. Hours after the fire a donation of flags arrived at their home. In no time, family, friends and neighbors lined the yard once again.

"I think that's the most important things, don't give up, do not give up. I really feel that way," said Doris Morris, another neighbor. After collecting evidence police took the car for further investigation. "I'm hoping this is just a random act of stupidity," said Chief Mike Dickey, of the Fairfield police department, "but we're going to keep an eye on things here and act accordingly."

Saying goodbye to Private Timothy Hines was hard enough.
Adding insult to such a tragedy is something friends, family and neighbors just can't comprehend.

More than 400 people gathered Friday in Springdale for Hines' funeral.
They watched a slide show depicting the soldier's life, including pictures with his first child, two-year-old Lily.

An Army general presented Hines' mother with the medals her son earned, including a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star.

Pimp Slap Amen

You know... when you're up late and turn on the TV, chances are, when you channel surf, you'll see a hella lot of televangelists who'll love you...and tell you that Jesus will love you even more if you send them money.

Then after they finish talking, some of them show themselves in a congregational setting, and have people line up, saying "The Power of Jeeeeee-zus com-PELssssss you!", and then they push hard on those people's foreheads and they fall backwards to be caught by attendants.

Hmm. well, when your eyes are closed and someone pushes the shit out of your forehead, you WILL fall backwards.

I can never be a televangelist. For one, after several minutes of copying the stereotype, i'd have to keep myself from laughing too hard. And there'd be no pushing of the foreheads.

No. None of that.

We'd have Holy Pimpslaps, Can I get a hallelujah muth'f'ka!?!?
Yes. The power upon HIGH compels you to SIN *PIMPSLAP* NO *PIMPSLAP* MO'!

*raise both hands and microphone up high in triumph*
*do a running in place dance*
*listen to the congregation ....do their applauding and whatever else*
*let the choir and organist do a 10 second response*
*start to pimpslap the next person*

well, shit. that's why Rick James and Ike Turner never would be good televangelists.
"What I done told you, bish? I told yo' ass to sin no mo'! Why the haaaaa'yell you up and back on over herre?" *PIMPSLAP* The power upon HIGH compels YOU to SIN *pimpslap* No *pimpslap* mo!

Infringement

another piece of news...

some folks are pissed cuz the TSA or whatever agency didn't warn passengers their info is being used to scan them from potential terrorists.

and not only are they pissed, but they're raising a fuss over it.

ya know... i like freedom. i really do. i like privacy. i like that too. but considering my info already gets passed on by retailers, both at the store and online, i have no fucking idea how telemarketers get my number to call me, etc etc... and that's just to annoy the shit out of me and sell me stuff...

i have no qualms when the gov't is using this info to make sure that when my ass gets on a plane that's supposed to take me from Point A to Point B in one, living piece, no fucking shoe bomber or dumbfuck derka derka derka mohammad jihad get on board with me and have the nerve to try to blow shit up.

and as Player's been saying at work a lot lately.. RICK JAMES! BITCH!
no idea. just wanted to say that.

Infringement my ass.
What use is your fucking piece of freedom if you aren't alive to use it.
What will you say if another bad day happens and somehow, it -might- have been prevented if the info was used t prevent it? "Oh, well, sorry, but i didn't want my privacy infringed?"

pussies.

Harry Potter for the sixth time

So.
I've bought The Historian, Zorro, and recently, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Sad thing is, I actually bought the first two books but haven't even read them cuz Harry Potter somehow took 'priority'. Well, Now I guess I'll start on The Historian.

But anyways, Harry Potter.
It was a pretty good book. Some surprises. Some were expected.
Can't wait for the last installment though. I wanna see if some of my theories are right.
Obviously, I can't post anything about the book cuz I hate ruining a story for those not yet having the time or whatever to read the story.

But, I liked it. Finished it in two sittings. Sleep does tend to trump the book out, anyways.
Good story. Good book.

Harry Connick Jr

in 1994, i had a friend.
Diane Lemieux.

Dunno what her married name is now. Shit, all I know is that she's married and has more than one kid. But 11 yrs ago, she got me to listen to Harry Connick Jr's "SHE" cd. Not too shabby. I actually still remember partial lyrics to the songs w/o looking at the cd liner.

11 yrs later, i still think he's pretty cool. Seen him in movies, have two of his Xmas CDs, saw him in concert when I turned 21. I decided to send him a small note saying hey, etc etc.

This week, he replied and sent me an autographed picture. How cool is that?
And it all started cuz Diane said, hey, check Harry Connick Jr out.

This Old Man...

So I was watchin' the news tonight, and they mentioned this briefly, and I thought to myself...No way... so I checked online (a more credible source? hah, anyways...)

So yeah, an 88-yr-old man was thrown in jail for having a messy yard and missing a court date. An 88 yr-old man. In South St. Paul. You know, somehow, I don't feel threatened by an elderly man who doesn't clean his yard up. In fact, I'm more scared of weapon-wielding criminals than an old man who misses a court date for failing to "rectify code violations".

Man, that is fucked up.

This old man
had a messy yard
got sent to jail
man, that is hard

with a knick knack paddywhack
give a dog a bone
get him out of jail and send him home


Neighbors Help Elderly Man Leave Prison
Published Date: 07-22-2005 11:03 PM

With a little help from his friends, an elderly Minnesota man has been released from jail and is back home tonight. A messy backyard landed 88 year old Robert Schulze in jail earlier this week. The South St. Paul man was held in contempt on Tuesday after failing to rectify code violations and missing a court date. Friends, family and neighbors worked to clean up the wood, trinkets and other items littering the yard. Once an inspector approved of the job, Schulze was released. He says he is thankful to be home and for those who pitched in to get him out of jail.

Bizarre News from KC

KC sent me an email with the following:


Florida Police Search for Naked Tickler - AP News
Fri Jul 22, 8:35 AM ET

Police are on the lookout for the naked tickler. Investigators said they believe one man could be responsible for a series of bizarre break-ins in which a naked man enters victims' rooms while they are sleeping and tries to tickle their feet.
The naked tickler struck again in New Smyrna Beach over the weekend.
Investigators have been working on five similar, unsolved cases since 2001. Most of the victims are women over age 60, said police Cmdr. Wade Kirby.
Kirby said no arrests have yet been made because they don't have a lot to go on.
New Smyrna Beach is 44 miles northeast of Orlando.



Watch out for nekkid ticklers.

Paid....NOT

So dude, check this out.
Jon Heder, as cool as he is, was only paid $1000 to star as Napoleon.
DUDE!

1000 dollars. not per hour, nor per day, nor per week.
total.

Man, i'd hope he gets paid better in the future.

and cool...another October birthday.

Get back to work, Smiley

Heh. Just kidding.

Smiley reads the blog from work, then lets me know he's read it and gives comments. Faithful reader, really. Considering I post a lot at 1, 2 or 3am...i never always remember what I'd typed.
Or rather, as Pepe has said, "What did I wrote?"

So here ya go, Smiley.
now get back to work! heh. kidding.

Harry Potter Magic

Midnight, Saturday morning, Book 6 was officially released for sale.
Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince...

I remember when I first learned that it was going to sell this July...I can't remember when last year, but the next day, I was at Barnes and Noble and put it on pre-order.

Several months later, here we are.
In 24 hours, US sales estimate 6.9 million copies were sold.
The book is discounted everywhere, at 30% off, plus additional discounts for book members of other stores. It supposedly made more money than "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" and "The Wedding Crashers"... combined.

Hmm. well, I got my copy... time to see what happened, and who dies.

My Name Is

Bum.

pronounced 'boom'

Not Boon.
Not Boone.
Not Bill.
Not Bob.

Bum.



But all the same, it's way funny when ya call folks and say, hi, this is Bum.

"BILL?"
no. Bum
"Boon?"
no. Bum. B u m, pronounced boom.
"oh, ok. Bob"
*sigh*

heh

Untitled as of July 17

she's got an innocence about her
no, she's not naive,
definitely not naive.
but she's an angel
yes, she's a princess

there's a deepness just by her expressions
but also a sense of levity
she's got her style
and she's definitely got taste
a smile on her lips
a hand on her waist

she knows exactly what she wants.
and she damn well knows she can get it
any
time
she
wants.

and though she may be a free spirit...
don't get caught in the trance of her eyes.

because there's no turning back
when she turns on her charm

Let's Do Launch

That's what this shirt says...

Let's Do Launch.

Yeah, STS-114 shoulda coulda woulda launched last Wednesday...
but..we didn't. Not on last Wednesday, at least.
We were out to lunch, and during conversation, i'm like... We're not gonna launch.
Bro-man said, dude, don't SAY that!
and I'm like...i'm just sayin', yo. Just got a vibe.

10 mins later, Big Ern gets a text from Pink Tiger that says, "launch scrubbed"

...hmm.... DOH!

so with that... the back of the shirt can now say:

1) Sometime this month
2) Sometime this year
3) any day now...
4) It's Skip's fault.
5) Just not today.

Any comments from the coworker peanut gallery?

Twas the morning of STS-114

It's 02:34.
I'm about to go to sleep.
I check the news to see if anything has come out to delay launch.
Nope. Nothing.

So I read little of the relating articles before checking out the countdown clock.
6 hrs 22 mins and some seconds right now.

I had read again about the built-in time holds and what happens during each, and for how long they last. While the clock says 6 hrs... that doesn't mean we launch at 8am... with the numerous built-in time holds, it'll be right around 2:51 pm... basically about 12 hrs from now, we go back to space.

has it been that long? it seems so long ago on a saturday morning, i woke up early after working the previous supporting shift...talking with my console op looking overhead watching for a shuttle that would never land. how we were lost that morning. how we had a changed view of things then. and now years later, here we are.

so here we are.
so many hopes and dreams this morning. this day.
the climax of what so many people from so many places have walked towards, giving of themselves, their time and knowledge and skills...big or small.
here we are.

that one-hit wonder song may sound cheesy...but it's appropriate...
we got knocked down. but we got up again. nobody going to keep us down.

Godspeed, Discovery.
Take us back to space.

Prayer for London

Dear London...

Deepest sympathies to you as a nation in mourning.
Continue your resolve.

In It Together

Dear al-Qaida...

FUCK YOU.

Signed,
The Planet you happen to be on.

What type am I?

"What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]" - Results:

You are a Ninja.
You are like a samurai gone bad. The good side is no longer interesting you and feel that darkness is where you belong. Though you may think you are the evil one, you're not. Because deep inside there is still that little glimpse of who you once were. You don't like to associate with people that much and keep away. In your mind they are ignorant and not so interesting anyway. That means you are a lonely person who don't trust people, and you have really no desire to do so either. Life is a big pain and annoyance for you and you aren't quite sure on how to handle it. Other people see you as mysterious and secretive, and that is probably right.

Main weapon: Daggers and throwing stars
Quote: "I hate people. People make me pro-nuclear" -Margaret Smith
Facial expression: Frown

-here-

Sah-moo-riiiiiiiiii

"Chee-burger, chee-burger, chee-burger, no coke, no coke...pepsi pepsi pepsi pepsi"

"YOUR RENT'S DUE!"

"you call THAT a samurai sword? I got your samurai sword RIGHT here!"

"Ruke! Rook deep within yourserf. You know it to be tlue. I am your Fah-shah!"

"There can BE only one!"

"Hey Naporeon, gimme some riceballs (tots) !" "NO! GET YOUR OWN!"

"And Jeff Bagwerr is up to bat,...we have Rance Belkman on deck..."

[Provide your own here]

True Colors

Cyndi Lauper once sang,
I see your true colors, shining through... I see your true colors, and that's why I love you, so don't be afraid, to let them show...your true colors...

Makes me wonder... what if being the lil' devil is me showing my true colors? As a coworker said, "I didn't see you had those on... but it fits so well!"

Ah, maybe she's right? Heh. Wouldn't have it any other way... a devil with wings.

Oh yeah...i also added highlights to the hair.

The Big Picture

Ya know... sometimes, the big picture is just out there...waiting to be seen. Every now and then, some things get in our way of seeing the big picture. Sometimes, these distractions can be a pain... and yet other times, they can be quite humorous.

Personally, the Hops at Anal Place is pretty funny... but the Shops at Canal Place are cool too.

Stairway to

Why did I take this picture? No idea, really. I just figured, hmm...stairway...lemme take a b/w picture of it. Are you going upstairs or downstairs? Are you looking back at where you were? Or getting back to where you were going?

I dunno. but regardless, there're handrails to hold on to if you need them.

All that Jazz

So yeah... like I said, we were back in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago. Well, I was back, but for some of the family, it was the first time.

We saw them perform and play the cool melodies so we danced along the sidewalk as the played on. I actually have a hat just like the guy in the middle.

When we got back, we looked at one of the folded brochure for New Orleans and saw these guys on the front cover.


Pretty way cool. And all that jazz.

Let it be written...

It's old news, but it was never really telvised, publicized, etc.
And yeah, it did go around emails.
and yeah, i checked it on snopes.com.

United States v. Reid — Final Statements by Judge Young

Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you.

On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General. On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutive one with the other. That's 80 years.

On Count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years consecutive to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you on each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 for the aggregate fine of $2 million.

The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines.

The Court imposes upon you the $800 special assessment.

The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need not go any further.

This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and a just sentence. It is a righteous sentence. Let me explain this to you.

We are not afraid of any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here. And I say that to everyone with the utmost respect.

Here in this court where we deal with individuals as individuals, and care for individuals as individuals, as human beings we reach out for justice.

You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or that happens to be your view, you are a terrorist.

And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists.

We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.

So war talk is way out of line in this court. You're a big fellow. But you're not that big. You're no warrior. I know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal guilty of multiple attempted murders.

In a very real sense Trooper Santiago had it right when first you were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were and you said you're no big deal. You're no big deal.

What your counsel, what your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today? I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing.

And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you. But as I search this entire record it comes as close to understanding as I know.

It seems to me you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose.

Here, in this society, the very winds carry freedom. They carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely.

It is for freedom's seek that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their, their representation of you before other judges. We care about it. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties.

Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms.

Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow it will be forgotten. But this, however, will long endure. Here, in this courtroom, and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done.

The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged, and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.

See that flag, Mr. Reid? That's the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag still stands for freedom. You know it always will. Custody, Mr. Officer. Stand him down.

HG's webpage

Shameless Plug.

Shut ass. Just go.

http://www.junkylife.com/heroinegirl/

http://www.heroinegirl.com

Her blog site(s) sends folks over to mine more than...well...more than google...and at least I know hers are cool. I get the weirdest referrals from google...and they come from Google.com.whereever.

Dear Servicemen and Servicewomen

We're here.
Your family.
Your friends.
Your wives, your husbands, your children.
Your loved ones and significant others.

Y'all might not be able to see us,
but it doesn't mean we're not thinking about you.

Even when the going gets tough, and you think, "FUCK this!"

You've got us here waiting, praying, and supporting.

Thank you for fighting and serving the world's largest volunteer military.
Army
Navy
Air Force
Marines
Coast Guard

This Just In... I see London, I see France

Try this.

Go to Google.com.

Type "French Military Victories"
Click "I'm Feeling Lucky!"

Look at what it says at the top right, right after "Don't you mean..."

heh. click the link.
Scary. Funny. Hmm. More funny than scary, really.

And now...the Yahoo News headline:
Olympics Rekindles Britain, France Feud

Yet another deal that France will lose.

"On Wednesday, the International Olympic Committee was to announce the host city for the 2012 Games, and Paris and London were considered leading contenders in a field that includes New York, Moscow and Madrid."

"This is a war between the English and the French, and I really want Paris to win," said Touhami Ben Younes, 54, a French delivery man"

The funny thing though? Chirac's comment:
"We can't trust people who have such bad food," Chirac was quoted as saying. He reportedly added that only Finland has worse food in Europe and that mad cow disease was Britain's sole contribution to European agriculture."

Why funny?
"Although the British and French International Olympic Committee members are banned from voting, the paper said the votes of two Finnish IOC members could be crucial. "

eh. whatever. Go New York!

This Just In.... Jose versus the Volcano

Years ago, Tom Hanks did a movie called Joe versus the Volcano.

Well... here's one headline...

Mexico's Volcano of Fire Unleashes Ash

So... Um... Volcano of Fire, huh?
Unleashing Ash, eh?

Thank GOD they said that, cuz otherwise, I'd be like...
oh shit, Mexico's Volcano of Jalopeno's is unleashing hot sauce!

What other frickin kind of volcano IS there?
Volcano of Water?
Volcano of Rock, Paper, and Scissors?

Just curious.

This Just In ... TV and kids

Just read this too...

CHICAGO - Too much TV-watching can harm children's ability to learn and even reduce their chances of getting a college degree, three new studies suggest in the latest effort to examine the effects of television on kids.

Hmm. You know... when the news reports studies like this...it makes me wonder if P. Diddy is now into performing studies...

STUDIES LIKE THIS DO NOT NEED REMIXES!
two words. No Shit!
one more word. SHERLOCK.

Say it with me.
No Shit
Sherlock


No Shit
Sherlock

No Shit, Sherlock!

Man, we knew this way back when.
Like...duh!

Heh, I can't really talk. When I was in HS, i did a study on it too and got 3rd place in behavioral science at the county science fair.

Next thing they'll say is excessive eating and no exercise will result in weight gain and obesity.

Don't Cry Over Spilled Comet Dust

I was reading the news tonight...and here's one for "Shut the Fuck up". Tort reformers..here's another one for you...

Astrologer Sues NASA Over Comet Mission
Tue Jul 5, 3:37 PM ET - Yahoo News

MOSCOW - NASA's mission that sent a space probe smashing into a comet raised more than cosmic dust — it also brought a lawsuit from a Russian astrologer.

Marina Bai has sued the U.S. space agency, claiming the Deep Impact probe that punched a crater into the comet Tempel 1 late Sunday "ruins the natural balance of forces in the universe," the newspaper Izvestia reported Tuesday. A Moscow court has postponed hearings on the case until late July, the paper said.

Scientists say the crash did not significantly alter the comet's orbit around the sun and said the experiment does not pose any danger to Earth. The probe's comet crash sent up a cloud of debris that scientists hope to examine to learn how the solar system was formed.

Bai is seeking damages totaling $300 million — the approximate equivalent of the mission's cost — for her "moral sufferings," Izvestia said, citing her lawyer Alexander Molokhov. She earlier told the paper that the experiment would "deform her horoscope."

NASA representatives in Russia and at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., could not be reached for comment on the case.

Will Work For

Erin.

According to the sources, Erin means From Ireland.
Of Ireland.
Etc etc.

I'd always had a thing for Ireland since I was in HS.
But most of all, Irish eyes are always smilin', and Erin's got eyes that smile.

Erin also means Peace.
And with peace, you usually feel lighthearted.
And that is true.

So yeah. Erin is awesome.

Dear Santa....

Weekend Highlights

Every now and then, i have this urge to change.
Sometimes drastic, sometimes, subtle.

Last friday, after getting stuff done at work...and yet still having some frustrations over stupid ass stuff, went to the mall, did some window shopping, and then got highlights in my hair akin to what I did last Oct. The Megs formerlly known as Bad Megan kept me company while i got it done... and then we went to Starbucks afterwards.

We chatted for a bit, and then called it a night.

Thicker than Water, week 2

New week, new relatives.
One is staying down here for several years while working on her PhD. And she's only 21.
Pretty cool, eh? So we spent this weekend doing some shoppin for necessary stuff.

Ate dinner at the Boardwalk on Sunday, did more shopping on Monday. Also moved stuff in her apt then.

Pretty long tiring but cool weekend.

Thicker than Water, week 1

2 weeks ago, we had some relatives stop by for half a week...we ended up going to New Orleans, and it was pretty cool. We stopped by the Aquarium, walked near the river, checked out some of the stores, and then ate dinner back at the hotel.

Later that night, my Uncle, one of our family friends, and I walked along Bourbon Street...saw some chicks flash for beads...well, ok...more than just a few chics. We got some hand grenades, walked Bourbon Street s'more...and then watched more chicks flashing.

This cute chic in a bachelorette party yelled down and said to flash her. so i did and she got me some beads. How rare! One of the chics she was with said, do it again! so i did..and got another set of beads. How Rare times two.

My uncle then wanted to check out a live band, and I can't remember the name of the place, but they had a pretty cool blues/oldies group. I got huricane, uncle got a heineken, and Bro got a bud light. Well, the unlce really messed things up cuz i ordered the Bud, he ordered the huricane, and Bro got the Heineken, but he ended up switching and i got the huricane instead.

The band finished another song and broke into a slow opening of "I Feel Good" with James Brown...and as they slowly picked up the pace, I got out of my chair and started dancing. They had a main dance area in front of the stage, but i was just dancing near my chair/table. The bartenders and waitstaff had stopped serving drinks, the folks sitting at the bar watched, the folks around the pillar blocking me from the dance area of the stage leaned back and watched, and the folks dancing on the main dance area stopped and watched. Apparently, i had attracted attention, but the bartenders and this one big guy sitting at the bar were like, "You go, boy! damn, lookie 'him"

So...i danced. afterwards, the drummer gave me a set of drumsticks :)
pretty cool. anyways, we stayed for a few more songs, and then returned to the hotel. We got back in at around 2am.

Woke up at 630am cuz my parents and I went to church at 730am. the church was pretty cool...i didn't go in last time i was there. After the mass, we stayed for a rosary...and then walked around Jackson Square plaza...before going to Cafe Du Monde for some beignets and coffee. We strolled along the market area, then walked back to the hotel, getting some stuff at Hard Rock Cafe.

After checking out, the whole gang walked and window shopped for last minute souvenirs before going home.

Anyways, that was the excitement then.