Anxiety.

I need to relax. Move into my happy place. Systems all fucked up. A ball in the back of my throat. I know not what awaits, but dread the worst. I will go down valiently in one last move in a deadly game. There will always be only loosers in a battle of which forthcomes.

Smile tomorow about your triumph today.

What great PSA

This notice is supposedly posted at many if not all subway stations in London.

I can't imagine our Translink guys could seriously use the words "look a bit foreign".

This is not a test.

In my travels around blogger, I have noticed that a lot of people sit with their blogs in a sorry state. I am not saying mine is incredible
but come on, leaving your links with nothing more than a bunch of links saying edit me?


What about test posts why do people start their blogging with a test post. I tested that's for sure but I deleted. Your first post is always a difficult one "What to say?" A great example of this is the Matt Kennedy show. Matt ask me and I will help. I will make your link area work. You must have SOMETHING interesting to put there.

Anyway I needed a rant I guess, and there it was.

Out-

Kate/A/blog: Troop Support

This Lady is a great political writer. Check her stuff out. Below is a link to a recent article I liked with a clipping.

Troop Support

I began a recent examination of the "support our troops" jingo after reading an article from Townhall, The Left doesn't support the troops and should admit it, by Dennis Prager, advising Democrats to be honest and confess they do not support our troops. Prager has a point. He states the Left's message is "We believe this war is being fought for oil and for Halliburton and other corporations; we believe you are waging a war that is both illegal and immoral; we believe you have invaded a country for no good reason and have killed a hundred thousand Iraqis (the Left's generally mentioned number) for no good reason; but, hey, we sure do support you ... A German citizen during World War II could not have argued: "The Nazi regime's army is engaged in an evil war of aggression and is slaughtering millions of innocent people, and I therefore completely oppose this war, but I sure do support the Nazi troops." I guess Prager doesn't understand rhetoric from the opposition.

Kate/A/blog: Troop Support

involuntary slavery aka. Ambassador

So here I sit...er... stand work is not work today. I am an Ambassador. I think they give us this sought after title simply to help us feel better about our idiocy.

lack of smarts vs. hate

So I was reading through my long list of blogs and happened upon this comment. Kudos to the author which I am think MAY be the sites owner but can't be sure since it is logged as Anonymous. It is funny to think how easy the correspondence is to see between idiots and insane hate. Funny Funny.

So all Islamic should be excuted, cause you prove intolerance.

You feed the fire and your a dumbass kid with no brains, so Get fucked.
Anonymous | 07.14.05 - 7:57 pm | #

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Anonymous @ 7:57pm, July 14th

1) Islamic is an adjective. Adjectives cannot be executed (see note 2).

2) 'excuted' is presumably a misspelling of 'executed'.

3) cause, in your post, is presumably a contraction of 'because' and should carry a preceding apostrophe to indicate this, i.e. 'cause, otherwise the word could be read as 'cause' as in reason. Ordinarily context supplies clues as to a writer's intention, but in the case of someone as illiterate as you clarity is essential.

4) If we accept your 'cause' as 'because', even at that your ....'cause you prove intolerance.... is a very clumsy construction. The use of 'All Islamic' (subject - with error re use of adjective as in point 1), does not permit the shift to 'you' (second person pronoun) as presumably the plurality you intend 'All Islamic' to refer to cannot be abandoned to then refer to a single individual.

5) 'you prove intolerance' is also clumsy, 'as your action proves' or 'as you prove to be intolerant' would have been more effective (albeit a debatable position and an opinion only, thereby rendering the use of 'prove' even more inappropriate),

6) 'you feed the fire and your...' - here 'your' is a misspelling of 'you're', your being a possessive pronoun, you're being a contraction of 'you are'

7) The word 'get' should not have been capitalized.


In all, your post of 25 words, 12 of them having only three letters or less, quite apart from its ramshackle construction contains seven errors of vocabulary, grammar, spelling, comprehension of the meanings of words and logic. It is possibly one of the poorest attempts at an abusive post that has ever been posted anywhere, rebounding on you, as it does, by exposing your lack of education and weak communication skills.

I'm afraid that you get an 'F' for your effort.
A. | 07.16.05 - 11:26 pm | #

Eyes that wander.

I have been noticing something lately. There seems to be an increase in lewd looks from women. In times past men were gawkers doing anything to sneak a peak at all things feminine. But in recent days just wandering around I have noticed a huge change in the way women in general look at the opposite sex.

For instance, not to long ago a woman who thought you were nice looking would make casual glances toward you. A man if somewhat intelligent would pick up on this cue and if circumstances were right, he would take it the next level by smiling or something. Now I understand this is the 21 century and girls are aloud to ask guys out and all that but it seems there is a new topic of interest.

On two separate occasions I had a girl literally stare at my crotch. Now being unused to this kind of behavior I immediately thought I had something on my pants or my fly was open. Both times upon checking the girls got embarrassed or something giggled and walked a different angle.

After observing this I noticed it going on with everyone. I started to think I had accidentally walked into a singles park or something cause immediately I notice at least 4 women who were obviously prowling. It was the most amazing thing after guys walked by them they would gawk in amazement at their bums. Now I am no expert but is a male bum REALY that interesting. Under khaki slacks you can basically write off seeing anything of flesh. You probably won’t even see the clench of the ass check to stifle the impending fart.

What were they looking at? Had these women perfected the art of undressing a person in their head, something men have been proficient at for millennia. Or were these merely two sex starved cats looking for fresh meet. But since then I noticed it several times. Once just today I was speaking to someone at my office. She continually looked at my chest and crotch area. She even said "oh I am sorry I was distracted.. What was that."

Now I am no Fabio... that’s for damn sure, but I know I am ok around the ears. But, come on even I, a man can do better than that.

Is it possible that this skill is poorly developed in some of the populous? I have been told by girls that they know every time someone checks them out. Being a woman it just happens. You learn to get on with it. Maybe I need to do just that but man it is weird when you are trying to talk to someone and they don't really look you in the eye.

I feel like pulling the classic. Grab the chin to raise the head... and say "I am up here honey."

Awaken

I had a great week last. I took a break from everything and almost everybody. That included this blog. I thank everyone for your queries but at the time I was in no shape to respond so now here I sit, my first day back at work, and I am happy to be here. Now I need a break from myself. *smile*

What the fuck is happening? Anything new?

I appoligise.

A few days back I blogged a couple things nither of which I checked the link the first one was the Homestar runner animation. That was supposed to be Virus

The other "The nerd who saw to much" I am not sure why all of a sudden you need to register for a view. So I will see if I can locate a mirror of that as it is an interesting read.

Beauty unharolded

So here I sit in our new chair. $40.00 regular over one hundred. It is comfy. Just one of those... never mind. I did not sit down to tell you about the chair. Truthfully until I sat down and felt the chair I had not even thought of it.

Anyway. I sit here with A and she decided she was bored of StarWars. So I put in Daffy duck and porky pig collection of the Looney tunes collection Volume 1. It is great. I sit hear watching her enjoy the program and think of how lucky I am. I have this little charm in my life. Just happy as hell. We are just hanging out.

I am going to go play.

The nerd who saw too much - Technology - smh.com.au

This is an interesting story read through to the part where they ask him what he saw.

?? "Non-terestrial Officers" ??

The nerd who saw too much - Technology - smh.com.au

Digi took this great photo

photo by media samurai

me and matteo sitting on steel.

adBUSTED

Sorry about the 4 hours of disgust here. I acctually looked into Google ads (which is ironic since I am a monthly reader of adbusters magazine) I have removed them now and have come to my senses. Corporate greed and the dreams of getting rich is infectious. Steer clear.

Not so sleepy

Here I sit I should have been asleep and hour or two ago. I went bed at 10. I usually have very little problems going to sleep, but I watched this crazy show about intervention, and it got me all wound up. I had to go for a walk around the block. This lady who is a meta head has a five year old son. She is one of two identical twins and had had a rough go. Her family did an intervention.

I started to cry and I don't mean the usual swelling of the eyes and a drip or two. No Sobbing. sKerry beside me sleeping I looked into her eyes. (Her eyes where closed but of course I can still see them). And told her I loved her.

I thanked her for sticking by me. Because that's what it's all about. Friends, Family but most importantly partner.

Partner is the word it always should have been the word. Skerry is not my girlfriend. Not my 'fiance'. Not my "old lady". She is my partner. Partners provide strength to the other. The provide a safe place to go.

I continue to weep only because sKerry doesn't feel that from me. I think she feels like she doesn't have a safe spot. This is probably because I have been hiding in her safe spot for so long I forgot to provide one. On top of all of this I have been trying so hard to provide a safe spot for Chicken noodle that I didn't even (almost) realize her mom needs one too.

I really want to provide this and I know I can. I provided it today. sKerry needs to know she can count on me and our 'partnership' is more than one sided.

I think I will go kiss her. Not a sloppy sexy kiss. Not a good night kiss. But a deep, serene, and real kiss brought on from a soul that now understands, wants to right what was wrong, and will do whatever it takes to make or home our sanctuary.

The funniest strongbad email ever.

Old news but jesus christ.

Virus

A nice little dream I had last night.

LATE NIGHTS dreams penetrated.
Permiated with death.
The hag walks still baby in hands
It's eyes already the feast of worms
She points her crooked finger my direction
Tells me the babe is mine.
A spitting image, with death pouring from its ears and mouth.
Dirt in my mouth reminds me of reality.
Only to wake in a state of distress.

Kissy kissy, now your pissy

Why are people so closed? Why, if an 'event' happened (and everyone knows about it) would you still be shy about it and pretend it never happened. A couple of friends that shall remain nameless were engaged in some less than innocent behavior. Both parties agreed that it was a strange and an uninitiated moment in time.

So I teased them. They both got all freaks. The thing is. EVERYONE knows. No big deal. You know what? Everyone thinks it is about time. But they still are unable to just embrace it and look each other in the eye. Childish. I admit if I was in a similar situation I would be freaky too, but my reasons are much different. Mine would not be self guilt or embarrassment but more anger with myself for disregarding the feelings of the person I am closest too. Neither of these parties have that situation so what is the deal? Does kissing and hugging your friend really constitute a problem to worry about. What has our world come to that a show of affection can literally destroy your relationship. What would have happened if you went the whole gamut. Would you move?

Forget it. It is no big deal and if you are both feeling that it is a big deal, take a look, maybe it is a bigger deal than even your aware and get married already!

Head clearing

I am confused and a bit affraid, I don't need sympathy I just need strength in the coming turmoil which I now understand may be unavoidable...

:|

I think we might be looking at this from the wrong angle.

BBC NEWS | Health | Longest frozen embryo baby born

The reason the baby was frozen for thirteen years is the staggering part.

"Debbie and Kent were told that some of their remaining embryos had been send to an East Coast university for experiments. They managed to track down eight."

What the hell? Can this really happen?

Just read the whole article. It's truly an amazing story.

My desk at work is gross.

Not like sticky gross or worse yet stinky. It is super dusty though and I am starting to have a hard time breathing. So I began to clean. 1 hour later I am at the home stretch. Found lots of cool shit. Threw away a lot of shit. And now I have a lot less shit.

Happy B-DAY D.L.

A little WEENcite.

Janey came back from the stand
Smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand
And a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding
You feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips

She's your baby

Those below us can not be renounced
Cause they're talking
And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths
Lock their doors and stay in the house
And while you're inside there
You might want to question the fact
That you're not quite the same
And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet
A million layers of crust and deposit
Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons
You told her that this was for good

She's your baby

Communication.

What is this concept?

I always thought I was an expert at speaking my mind, bringing my feelings up and telling them how they are.

I seem to have completely lost this ability and it has been replaced with a damaging behaviour. I don't know how to interpet my own head. To reiterate my thoughts through speech is continually turning out poor. At first I blamed everyone else. But now I see it must be me.

What am I doing wrong. Where can I find these skills.

I want to get something so simple accross to the person whom I care for more than anyone else. And as of yet I cannot.

I can not say it any simpler.

"I am on your side!"

Thats it.

It comes out all wrong.

I am lost.

Thy kingom come.

Why do I and so many others spend there whole life trying to change people and ourselves into unnatural beings of suppressed desires. There is a world at our fingertips just waiting to be explored and played in but most of us are to scared to venture farther than a book or a movie. Life really can be a miracle. It is all about perception. Stand in the center of your kingdom and spin around look at what you have. Look at your kingdom. Look how wonderful it is. And if you look and see nothing you like. Then move on. Find a new kingdom. It is simple. Humans can be happy. I know because I am one.

Pressure from all sides.

There is a dull roar in my head. One of interesting thoughts sparked by others debate. Two of the disease the haunts my body. And a third unspeakable. Something needs to give lets just hope when one does it leaves no brains on the floor.

(or the walls for that matter)

Peace.

Look into the eyes of your enemy. Look deep look to their soul. Now tell me where is the humanity in murder. Where is the freedom in your fatigues. Where is the compasion in your orders. Look again. While neither wrong neither right. Keep looking. See his children? They would love to play with yours. Learn something from the offspring. Acceptance. The weapons you both hold really are your key to peace. You lay them on the ground in a show of brotherhood. In a show of trust and forgivness. If you all do it right now would the wave of peace end? Could you all stand side by side and look to the sky and embrace one heaven. That is earth. We have our eden. And all of you are destroying it.

I am not very good but I am better than this guy

Karate Dude

Deamon Dogs.

Look at this lovely little beast.


The 14-year-old pedigreed Chinese crested recently won the Sonoma-Marin Fair contest for the third consecutive time, and it's no surprise.

The tiny dog has no hair, if you don't count the yellowish-white tuft erupting from his head. His wrinkled brown skin is covered with splotches, a line of warts marches down his snout, his blind eyes are an alien, milky white and a fleshy flap of skin hangs from his withered neck. And then there's the Austin Powers teeth that jut at odd angles from his mouth.

He's so ugly even the judges recoiled when he was placed on the judging table, said his proud owner, Susie Lockheed, of Santa Barbara.

"People are always horrified when I kiss him. He may turn into a prince yet. He's definitely a toad," she said. "I always thought he'd be great on greeting cards or on a commercial for Rogaine."

Sam, who's pushing 15, has something of a cult following after winning the contest _ and fans' hearts _ for three years running. Last year, huge crowds gathered around Sam and Lockheed at a local parade and Lockheed said she received letters and calls about her pup for weeks.

"So many people have told me they've got his picture on their refrigerator. He certainly has a little cult following," she said. "I did years of professional musical theater and never achieved the fame Sam has."

Sam will appear in this weekend's Fourth of July parade in Santa Barbara, but the recent events may be the cap on a long, ugly career. Lockheed says Sam's now suffering from congestive heart failure, lung and kidney problems and has definitely slowed down in his twilight years.

Still, he enjoys regular gourmet meals of sirloin steak, cheese balls, roasted chicken and flan (so he'll swallow his multiple pills). He also passes occasional weekends at the Gaviota ranch of Lockheed's boyfriend, where the World's Ugliest Dog rides in the back of an ATV with his few remaining hairs wafting in the wind.