Thursday, March 31, 2005
Here's an email written sometime last week.
Shes NOT a vegetable - and PVS is not even a medically agreed upon diagnosis or defnition, it's what some doctors call people when they don't see much hope of them coming out of it. But some do, in fact 43% of PVS improve and some have woken up entirely. PVS is just what they call you when nothing seems to be working, but every single case is completely different.
She is not in a coma, she is not even on life support. The only thing she can't do is swallow food, and they haven't tried in over 10 years to see if that works now too. She appears to respond to stimulus, the videos are pretty convincing. She also appears to have emotions - though idiot doctors are saying they are spontaneous. Hard for me to see if someone is smiling, that they aren't feeling happy on some level.
The whole case rests on the fact that her ex husband, who was cheating on her at the time her heart stopped and is suspected of having abused her, doesn't want any more of the millions he won in the malpractice case used for her care, because he doesn't give a crap about her. He has a live in girlfriend for 10 years, and 2 children with her. and right after terry got sick, he had all of terrys cats put to sleep because he hated them. Meanwhile this dude's whole argument is that terry "said" she wouldn't want to live in this state. Before. No one else ever heard her say that, she never wrote it, or signed a document saying that AND he didn't bring it up until she was IN this state for 10 YEARS, and AFTER he got his award money.
Whether she is aware or not isn't the issue as miuch as the fact that there is no way of knowing 100% if she is aware or not, OR if she will ever improve. Some suddenly snap out of it like nothing every happened. She may be conscious and aware, but simply lacks the brain capacity to outwardly respond to stimilus - and if that were true, we'd never have a way of knowing.
Point is, is you have to err on the side of LIFE, unless you have a clear indication not to. Some estranged husband's wish to kill her because it's sapping his award money, is not a credible PROOF that she wanted to die. We have to assume she wanted to live. Period.
The Catholic position on this is very clear. And as Catholics we should support it. Terri has a fundamental right to live, without outside interference. Technically, allowing herself to die, is a mortal sin by Catholic law. For others to allow this is also against Catholic law - and Terri is Roman Catholic. Her husband keeps talking about her going to be with the "Lord", when he is doing something against that very God's wishes and His laws.
This is more about the left and liberals wanting to push a culture of death, so they can conveniently euthanize and kill anyone they think is "inconvenient" or a sap on our resources. The same people who want to kill infants in the womb, and draw arbirtray lines when that is ok to kill and when it is not. They are drawing a line that it's ok to kill the incapacitated, because one dude SAYS thats what she would have wanted. Thats a bad precendent and a slippery slope. Only ONE other society in history promoted the euthanasia of the disabled... Hitler and Nazi Germany. What I love are the same people who are pro-abortion are the same screaming lesbians who say Scott Peterson is guilty of TWO murders. One was a baby in the womb. These same people say aborting a baby in the womb is not murder. It's crazy. What the world is coming to, is that life is only valuable if it's WANTED. A baby in the womb is only murdered if it was WANTED; if she wanted to abort it, it wouldnt be murder. And same with terry schiavo. Her husband doesn't WANT her. And he is her legal guardian (and wont "divorce" her or release guardianship to her parents, who love her and will take care of her for the rest of her life, even if she STAYS this way. He WANTS her dead.
The final contradictory argument is, these "right to death" activists love to say that we should be merciful and kill people to end their suffering. But with Terri Schiavo, these same people are saying she is incapable of feeling suffering when they slowly starve and dehydrate her to death (which no one can know for sure). If she isn't capable of suffering, then her quality of life isn't bad and why kill her at all??? Makes zero sense.
Heres one simple, final last way to look at it. Even if we accept that it is ok to be merciful those that are "dying" by helping the process along, the truth is - we can ease their suffering without killing them and let nature take its course, as if you are truly "dying" you will "die" Terri Schiavo is NOT DYING. She will stay awake alive and function and make her family happy and possibly be happy herself - except WE ARE KILLING HER, by witholding food and water from her. Barbaric and disgusting. It shows the culture of death that we as a society are descending into.
Check out freerepublic.com - I'm sure the debate is raging there still.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Kindergarten
What were you like: Extroverted. Very popular and kooky. Friends with everyone. Cute little blonde kid.
Who was your teacher: I barely can remember her name. So I won't list it in case I f up.
Who was your best friend: No best friends this early on.
Who did you have a crush on: Girls had cooties.
Something random: I remember making those shrinky-dinks back then for Christmas ornaments.
First Grade
What were you like: Still outgoing.
Who was your teacher: Mrs. Ark. Hawaiian teacher who since has moved back to Hawaii!Who was your best friend:
Who did you have a crush on: No crushes! First grade!
Something random: Angela Smarook was in my class. Her sister and her died in a fire that summer :( We were friends and she was going to be in my 2cd grade class too...
Second Grade
What were you like: Still outgoing. Friends with everyone. Part of a "group" of boys who were all friends.
Who was your teacher: Hanft. She was a pure spawn of Satan. She disliked me and I could tell. I had a few dreams about her turning into a witch with huge boils and warts and stuff.
Who was your best friend: Justin Buzzio. He moved away after that year and I never saw him again :(
Who did you have a crush on: Kimberly Faulkner. I was obsessed with those cool little ball hair ties she wore.
Something random: In 2cd grade I remember something all the boys did, and I did too. We would break crayons in half and then stick them back together so hard they looked like the were whole again. One boy, John Sousa (yes named after John Phillip Sousa) shoved a bunch up the radiator and I got in trouble for it.
Third Grade
What were you like: I got glasses that year so I felt like I looked a little dorky. I was still popular though and made lots of friends.
Who was your teacher: Mrs. Molly Maffei.
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio. I'd played baseball with him for a bit but we were better friends by this point.
Who did you have a crush on: Kim Faulkner still and Kristin Sunberg.
Something random: Mrs. Maffei would always grade her tests with a big self drawn smiley face. One day I was chewing on a piece of paper like gum, and she made me spit it out into her and in front of the glass. (No gum chewing allowed in our school and no hats either!)
Fourth Grade
What were you like: Not shy at all, had a lot of good friends. Matt Radzio, Brad Boyle, Matt Osterman. 2cd to best year of elementary school!
Who was your teacher: Mr. Gara, father of Becky Gara who went to another elementary school in the area. Science oriented teacher.
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio.
Who did you have a crush on: Kristen Montesano, Erin Hull
Something random: I remember we were the class who had the chicken incubator. I wanted to hold the cool white chicken, not one of the stupid yellow ones. It pooped in my hand. Also Adam Campbell kept f'ing with my diarama of the solar system done with clay. He kept going back there and sticking those split metal dividers for holed papers into them. Bastard.
Fifth Grade
What were you like: Still very outgoing. Popular among a few different classes/groups.
Who was your teacher: Mr. Dileo, hands down the best teacher I had in elementary school.
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio & Brad Boyle
Who did you have a crush on: Kristen Montesano, Becky Fetzer
Something random: We had a huge play that year just our class. I got to play "Clean Angel" and was voted 2cd best character in the play.
Sixth Grade
What were you like: Junior high blues
Who was your teacher: Multiple teachers...
What was your favorite class: Reading with Mrs. Buchanan! Science with Mr. Haas
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio, Jason Carr
Who did you have a crush on: a lot of people
Something random: Kurt Cobain died that year. I remember Jen Renaud coming to school like Cousin It with all her hair over her face because she was so depressed. One of my teacher's name was Mr. Griffith and we all made fun of it because there was a popular book at that time called Killing Mr. Griffin. That was until he had a massive ear operation and was out the rest of the year. I was big into Blind Melon as they were my first favorite band.
Seventh Grade
What were you like: Kind of shy
Who was your teacher: Bunches, one for every subject
What was your favorite class: Reading/Science
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio
Who did you have a crush on: Laura "Metax-Fax-Machine" Metaxas
Something random: The really weird girl Lisa Pueyo kept hitting on me. These things stay with you...
Eighth Grade
What were you like: Popular in my own "click"
Who was your teacher: Tons
What was your favorite class: Mrs. Pratt's Lit and that weird teacher's reading class.
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio, Jesse Burdett, Scott Stephens, Brian Wershonkski, Jon Alosi
Who did you have a crush on: Meghan Buckley
Something random: I convinced our Spanish teacher Mrs. Thompson to have (COUNT IT) 23 "fiestas" that school year. Someone in said class was named "Marie-Juana" as their spanish name. First big truth or dare game.
Freshman Year
What were you like: this was my rebelous year
What was your favorite class: Science with Mr. Trenchak!
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio, Jon Alosi
Who did you have a crush on: Lots can't remember any
Something random: Had my first big date. Had a lot of big dates that year. Devan Theiler, Katina Cassidy,and a few others.
Sophomore Year
What were you like: Unruly towards parents, a little insecure
What was your favorite class: History with Doc Timpko. Tammy Fox was in that class. She moved there that year and started dating my best friend Jon Alosi immediately.
Who was your best friend: Jon Alosi, Matt Radzio, Jesse Burdett, Scott Stephens
Who did you have a crush on: Allison Bevan, Kelly Mojka
Something random: I remember going to ask Jen Evancho to Homecoming but she ran away when I was approaching her on the main walkway. That bitch. Went stag and had a better time than HER! hahahaha Also took some kid out when my dog Buttons died ::tear:: I was so upset I literally killed anyone who came near me. I had 28 sacks that SINGLE game.
Junior Year
What were you like: Very popular within my own group. Cracked everyone up at lunch. Not an amazing student in subjects I didn't like. Excellent football player according to my coach.
What was your favorite class: Cooking. Yes Home Ec rocked my world. With Mrs. Wisniewski who scared the crap out of me.
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio, Amar Trivedi, Matt Byorick
Who did you have a crush on: Kelly Mojka, Allison Bevan ::sigh::
Something random: Took some kid out of the football game. Think he broke something in the knee!
Senior Year
What were you like: Senioritic
What was your favorite class: Engineering Technology with Paul "Special K" Kloberg
Who was your best friend: Matt Radzio, Amar Trivedi
Who did you have a crush on: Still Kelly Mojka and Allison.
Something random: My design for our Engineering Tech project was almost the winner. And also the most simple. A mousetrap catapult idea that outdid almost every teams device, and embarassed them in the process.
Friday, March 25, 2005
"You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body."
"What you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing; it also depends on what kind of a person you are"
"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world"
"The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not."
"If you read history you will find that the Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this."
"Faith... is the art of holding on to things your reason once accepted, despite your changing moods."
"A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."
"Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours."
*** "I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." ***
"The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal."
"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world"
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
| Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Peter Palumbo's Disorder | |
| Cause: | lack of fresh air |
| Symptoms: | occasional knee pain, occasional narcolepsy, dry skin, wing growth |
| Cure: | electroshock therapy |
http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=Peter
My favorite from that site is still
"DUDE YOU'RE GETTING A PETER!"
"Nobody better lay a finger on my Peter!"
Beginning of February I finally got hired by a company called IntelliSync. 5 years ago PumaTech and Synchrologic merged to give us IntelliSync. Based out of Alpharetta, GA and San Jose, CA (with many offices across the country and world) IntelliSync deals with File Synchronization and mobile data synchronization as well. We have many vendors but our biggest client is the pharmaceutical Pfizer. Pfizer has tons of travelling employees who visit doctors and introduce new drugs, sample packs, give speeches, etc. These mobile users need a way to synchronize their data or portions of a collective database while on the road. IntelliSync developed a suite of 8 programs that does just this in a very interesting manner, to which I cannot elaborate hence evil competitors might find it via a sneaky Google search :P
So after like 2 dozen interviews within a month I finally got hired by IntelliSync. Great benefits, great pay, excellent upward (and horizontal) mobility. It's a very scalable starting position. Not to mention the branch I work out of in Bedminster, NJ is about 10 minutes from home. So Feb 28-March 4 I flew down to Georgia for a week of training. I got home that Friday after 3 plane delays, and then 2 days later left for spring break with Jess, my girlfriend. We spent the week down in Fort Myers Beach which was a nice way to relax before rejoining the workforce. So I've been working officially for about 2 weeks now and it's going excellent. It's a lot of hard work, studying, learning the systems inside out, but I've been enjoying it so far.
So that's what's up in the world of Pete. In 2 weeks and a day I turn 23. It's time for me to really find out if nobody likes you when you're 23. I say it often enough, so ironically we'll see :P That's the humdrum and humble on this side of the GSP.
Hope everyone who's working is doing well, everyone at 'Cuse is keeping warm, and anyone I haven't talked to in forever and a day understands I've been b to the usy the past 4 months.
Palumbo-OUT!
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Monday, March 21, 2005
| Bourbon Congratulations! You're 130 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (83), and liquor (86). |
| Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties. |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid |
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
It's going to be a good week :)
Hopefully updates to follow from Atlanta!
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
She frickin' blocked me
He will keep your screen clean.
The Llama Song
Who took my pie?
Po-Tay-Toes
Evil Strawberry
All that Spanish sounds like to me is...
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Thursday, December 23, 2004
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat
The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude.
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner and poor momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
Tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver, half out of his sled,
A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite.
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz,
Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a clatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied its bladder.
I was donning my jacket to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.
That was some brothel, he said with a smile,
The reindeer are pooped, I'll just stay here awhile.
He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun with a penis that spits.
A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find,
And a six pair of panties, the edible kind.
A bra without nipples, a penis extension,
And several other things that I shouldn't even mention.
A cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
A dildo so long, it lay in a coil.
This suff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit,
So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split.
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated, took the reins of his hitch,
Take me home Rudolph, this night's been a bitch!
The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout, The best thing about sex
is that it never wears out!
Merry Christmas Everyone.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
Windows Techno
Splonge is for Splonge!
I used to deal with people like this.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Monday, November 08, 2004
Sunday, November 07, 2004
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come 'round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come 'round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Thursday, November 04, 2004
"Do you still have me on your buddy list, check my away messages, but never say hi?!
Go for it! say helloooo!"
I always wonder, whenever I think of someone who I haven't spoken or seen in a long time, if that person ever thinks or wonders about me as well. The results were interesting. there were a few classes of people who responded.
A.) Online friends who I'd chatted with for some time and occasionally still catch up with. Thank you to all in this group who dropped me an IM. I wonder about you all and hope things are going well on your ends!
B.) People I never converse with anymore, but do wonder about when I see their screen name on my list. It's nice to see who still checks my away messages for
C.) People I have no desire ever to speak to again in my life. There was only one person in this class. A person from three years ago who I am glad every day that they're out of my life. They've not been on my list since that time, and why I would ever remain on their list is positively beyond me. Can you say "living in the past?"
It was an interesting experiment nonetheless. The road trip to Syracuse rocked. Got there around 3:30 Friday, got our stuff moved into Zach & Bekkah's. Took Jess for a tour around campus. It was kind of surreal to be back at SU. I enjoyed my 4 years, but I was definitely glad to get out. College is never what you expect it to be, and for me there was definitely too much I had not wanted it to be. A lot of first steps, and the last two years I never worked so hard in my life for those majors. I realized something that first few hours there. But that realization is not for your eyes :)
As rough as things are, I'm grateful for every step I've taken. Every mistake I've made. Every person I've met, even those who I never want a thing to do with again.
Every longlost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were just falling stars,
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms.
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Asa's still up in 'Cuse working at the local Wegman's. (I'm always amused by how they know of mine in Bridgewater, and the newly built but not yet fully operation (hahahah SW) Wegman's in Ocean by my gf. The Red Housers who didn't graduate are still up there-Carl, Kate, Russel, Brandy, Zach, (yes I consider him a full-fledged Red Houser!). Chris Hall is still up there, as well as Kat, Bekkah, Christine, Jenny, Jen, Carlynn. Ok yeah so you get the point, there's a lot of people still up there ;) Work has kept me so busy this fall that I haven't had a chance to get up until now. I can't wait. This is going to be an awesome weekend. Kate's having a confirmed Halloween Costume party so we've even got definite plans. It'll be good to drop in on the old boss too and demand my reccomendation letter :D And Cosmo's wings...dear Lord thank you for that sweet, sweet nectar of life. Gotta work on my costume tonight...if it's ever going to be ready! :D Details to follow after the weekend jump :)
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
I will never stop being amazed by how geeky some people can really be. Check out pics from an online wedding in Star Wars Galaxies, the online MMORPG.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
My credentials are sparkling as a new graduate, my experience intimidating. Today is the day I find out if I'll get a full-time job with AIG. I don't know what to think, and I'm not daring to hope. If I get it, it will be great and I will be overjoyed. If not life will go on, and I'll travel down a different path if I must. The path is not as important as the goals it leads me to. As a wise and elderly (beyond any human's years) man once said "Even the wise cannot see all ends." Please keep my in your prayers today friends. I'm going to need them and I'm definitely climbing up the walls.
My credentials are sparkling as a new graduate, my experience intimidating. Today is the day I find out if I'll get a full-time job with AIG. I don't know what to think, and I'm not daring to hope. If I get it, it will be great and I will be overjoyed. If not life will go on, and I'll travel down a different path if I must. The path is not as important as the goals it leads me to. As a wise and elderly (beyond any human's years) man once said "Even the wise cannot see all ends." Please keep my in your prayers today friends. I'm going to need them and I'm definitely climbing up the walls.
Friday, October 22, 2004
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin’
Yes, I’m workin’ all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the workin’ man
They call me the workin’ man
I guess that’s what I am
I get home at five o’clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wond’rin’
Why there’s nothin’ goin’ down here
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the workin’ man
They call me the workin’ man
I guess that’s what I am
Well they call me the workin’ man
I guess that’s what I am
Rush - Working Man
Expecting more of a brighter day
You’d sell your soul running from loneliness
Instead of giving yourself away
When you walking in the sky
Heaven’s holding hands with you
So you better learn to fly
Before you’re falling through
Cause I’m walking in the sky
Heaven’s holding hands with me
Now I think I’ve learned to fly
I’m happy just to be
You guide me here asking the question why
I used to close every open door
I’ll find the sun even on cloudy skies
I have my time and I don’t need more
When you walking in the sky
Heaven’s holding hands with you
So you better learn to fly
Before you’re falling through
Cause I’m walking in the sky
Heaven’s holding hands with me
Now I think I’ve learn to fly
I’m happy just to be
I’m happy just to be
Cause I’m walking in the sky
Now I think I’ve learn to fly
Monday, October 18, 2004
I've just read about one of the first launching titles-Super Mario World 64 DS.
In this remake of the N64 classic, you run around with up to three other players and collect stars and golden coins strewn about the level, the very same coins which also littered every Mario Brothers adventure since the original. This disturbs me greatly. Somewhere deep in the Mushroom Kingdom, there lives an elderly man. He has paid into social security throughout the entirety of his 35 year career as a pipe sweeper, and after his sight was lost in the freak fireball incident which ended that career, his very survival has relied on an envelope full of coins which the Kingdom mails him monthly. Every month he undertakes that dangerous trek across the kingdom to the post office, and every month he unknowingly loses 90% of those coins on the way home through the hole in his pocket. He is only able to afford the most basic of ramen turtle soups, and was forced to move out of the sturdy question-mark lined house which he grew up in and into a tiny brick apartment that breaks apart at the slightest bump. This man lives in squallor just a heartbeat away from death, and we only have our own greed to blame.
Damn you Nintendo. Stop hurting the elderly.
With upwards of hundreds of gay people living in this country, the issue is sure to be a major factor in the election, especially since both candidates pretty much said, "no way José!" On the plus side, if you are gay and Dick Cheney's daughter, you can rest assure that your father loves you. He always will, okay? Unless gay people are also magical, it looks like homosexual marriage is destined to remain as illegal as crime, which is a pretty bad thing I'm told. And, if gay people are indeed magical, it might be necessary for another series of witch trials for the safety of everyone. This all might seem unfair, but we do live in an unfair society. If you think gay rights are limited, just look at what the terrorists have to put up with. Their rights are virtually nonexistent, and with such hatred directed towards them it's no wonder they want to blow us up.
The age-old reasoning as to why gay marriage is a crime against nature is that the Bible says homosexuality is a sin, not unlike beating the Pope to death with a truncheon. Somewhere in our Good Book, sandwiched in-between the all-encompassing madness, is a line that says it is unconstitutional for a man to marry another man. This is reinforced by the story of Noah's aircraft carrier. Noah managed to fit two of every animal into a Nimitz class supercarrier and navigate around a flooded earth, evading time storms and Japanese Zeros. When the waters subsided, the earth was repopulated with the animals he sheltered. Had he not picked both a male and female of every one of the millions of animal and insect species he saved, there would have been no reproduction. Thanks to this and inbreeding we are living in a healthy and densely populated world. No thanks to you, gay culture!!!
Times have changed and the world is no longer recovering from a flood. People are plentiful and thusly homosexuality is a viable alternative for those seeking adventure in territories with geography similar to their own. Religion, being inarguably separate from the state these days, is no longer a valid justification for outlawing anything. So what's the real reason behind the Wild West style stance against homosexual marriage? Simply put, it's a lack of understanding on both sides of the fence. To truly understand an issue, one has to do research. That's not an easy task, and gay people need to understand this.
For example, in order to properly research this article, I would have to marry another man. I simply cannot do that, not just because it's illegal, but because I am secretly attracted to women and lust for my gf nonstop. This creates a catch-22, because in order for politicians to understand and legalize gay marriage, they would have to marry a member of the same sex, which is illegal. Do homosexuals really want elected officials to commit crimes on their behalf? Although politicians are by nature corrupt and often criminal, we generally ask them not to be as a courtesy. That's what this issue is really about: courtesy.
Homosexuals are not being courteous to the people they elected!
So in summary: gay marriage is technically impossible. Seriously, I've proven this beyond the shadow of a doubt with science and science's older brother – logic. You can check my work again if you don't believe me, but the results will still come out the same. I'm not trying to rain on anybody's pride parade here; I'm just trying to be honest. I have no vendetta against homosexuals and I'm all for equality, even though gay people did steal rainbows and unicorns away from us. What we have here is a case of logic being the real monster and oppressor.
So if it's impossible for us to legalize gay marriage instead of making it punishable by imprisonment as it is now, what can we do to satisfy gay people in a non-sexual manner? For starters, why not expand that school voucher program? I have no idea what the holy hell a school voucher is, but it sure sounds nice. Why not give them to gay people as a sort of consolation prize? I have no qualms being bought off, so I would jump at an opportunity like this if I were gay. And marriage, being the relationship equivalent of the Titanic, is only going to end in a lot of homosexuals with broken hearts and hurt feelings. These days the very concept of marriage is worth about as much as a bushel of spoiled ham that somebody threw up on. Besides, if stereotypes teach us anything, it's that all men are pigs and all women are sluts. That fact pretty much invalidates all forms of marriage by itself.
I'm afraid homosexuality loses this round. They have a solid argument, but it just doesn't hold up against the law, which will never change because of reasons that need not be questioned. Ever. It would be nice if homosexuals could have the same freedoms we do so that they could squander them as we do, but one man's freedom is another man's gays are encroaching on my religious beliefs and God will punish us if this is allowed to pass. In the end, the man who believes he has God on his side wins, because God has heat vision and super strength. Until we figure out a way to defeat God, things are never going to change.
A friend sent me this link of one of her younger sister's friends blogs to check out last week...
IcAnBeScArY's Xanga Site
Services like Xanga and DeadJournal that allow people to create blogs for themselves without any actual coding skills have to walk a fine line. On the one hand, they don't want to offer too few customizable options and risk alienating more experienced users. On the other hand, when you give the general public too much freedom, you get shit like this.
In terms of content, IcAnBeScArY's Xanga site isn't anything particularly distressing. Sure, she's got one of those incredibly annoying screen names with the pointlessly alternating capital letters that take forever to type, but in this day and age, that's a minor sin, up there with putting "Xx" before and after your screen name or having a screen name with the word "juggalo" in it. Her actual journal entries are fairly standard bitching and regulation moaning.
"it's sunday about 1:30am and im at krissy's house and ..im bored. break is about over and i have h/w for back-2-school and.. break was actually pretty gay. umm..im havin more chick drama but whats new.. i wish everyone would die cause these stupid problems are nonsense..people need to get over themselves and realize that just because they dont have the same interests as someone doesnt mean theyre different and should be treated different. people need to stop believing rumors too ..those are gay like people who believe em. im tired of this bull..crap so yeah. comment if you want.. im out ((literally)) ..goodnight. ..me"
See? Pointless? Yes. Boring? Sure. Totally without any merit that justifies posting these thoughts on the internet? Absolutely. But still, we've all seen much worse. Where this site really stands out is that it has one of the most questionable design schemes I've ever seen. And when I say "questionable," I'm talking about questions along the lines of "what sort of god would allow this sort of thing?"
Let's begin at the beginning. Opening up this site causes a pop-up window to appear with the all-important message:
MeTaLLiCa RuLeS!
You can click that one away, but a second later another just pops up.
ha DON'T BE HATIN! ha
Uh... huh. Yeah, that's the sort of crap people get killed over.
I would happily make this site the worst page of the decade just for having those two pop-ups. But sadly, that's just the tip of a horribly depressing iceberg. As far as I can tell, the only purpose of the pop-ups, other than to present IcAnBeScArY's stance on "hatin," is to buy the viewer a little more time to fully download the entirety of the page. It takes a while for most browsers to come to terms with the kind of moronic shit this site wants to do. I think I actually heard Internet Explorer whimper as it loaded the site's animated, tiled background that features changing text with such angst-affirming messages as "hate me," "smash me," and "kill me." The first time I opened this site and saw the changing white text over a black background, I had mixed thoughts. On the one hand, I couldn't believe anyone would be stupid enough to actually use an animated background, but on the other hand, as far as animated backgrounds go, this one didn't actually seem that bad. That's when I noticed it wasn't done loading.
Moments later, the true horror of the site revealed itself as the background began flashing, with the text and the solid background alternating between black and white. I was dumbfounded. I had never expected to have to face such a hideous design. I'm not even an arti director or anything. I didn't know what to do. I contemplated having a seizure for a while, as it seemed like a fairly appropriate response, but ended up deciding against it. The real marvel of the flashing background is that while the animated text is always visible, the actual journal entries are written in black, so naturally they don't show up over a black background. That's right, this idiot actually designed her site so that you can only read her content half the time. You have to put in a huge amount of effort just to read enough of her babbling to figure out that she has absolutely nothing of value to say. It's just twisted enough to be some sort of sick psychology experiment, but nobody with enough of a brain to engineer such an experiment would be able to design a site like this without vomiting up his internal organs. The sheer stupidity behind this site's layout obliterates all faith I once had in the essential intelligence of mankind.
As always, thanks a bunch, internet. And to my friend who sent me that link...you might not be hearing from me for some time.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
So that's just my word of warning: this new Automatic Shower Cleaner ejaculates (yes this is what I think it does) bubbles in every one of 360 different degrees, but not bubbles with scouring bristles. And when you run out of bubble sauce after 21 cleanings, I'm sure they'll be happy to sell you more.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Protesting Of Michael Moore at Syracuse University
I love this website. If you're a Michael Moore fan (why you're a fan of a political figure who uses movies that rip you off and help him profit is beyond me) you should definitely visit. I'm so tired of people waxing infinite about Michael Moore. He is a crafty filmmaker, and a good distorter of truth. The Clinton Administration could of used him! :D
I think it's time this week to finally rent Fahrenheit 9/11. It'll be a good pop-corn muncher. At this point I've heard so much about it, it'll be like I've already seen it. Check the site out folks...and stop spouting to me that the NRA and the KKK are closely linked. I don't want to hear that we've got less jobs under Bush, and I'm tired of hearing about how Iraq is this nice suburb where people all get along. Do your research, and if you're going to vote for Kerry, hey that's your right. But don't be stupid and vote because you saw a movie that TOLD you reasons you should. Not all that glitters is gold...
On a similarly interesting note Michael Moore Hates America due out in theaters soon! Hoo-ha! Gotta pick up that book though, Michael Moore Is A Big Fat Stupid White Man. Heh heh. Isn't media great!?
Interesting weekend. New week, more work, more stress. Blah. Getting to it.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Payday!
Monday, October 04, 2004
Saturday Jess didn't have to work at the Gap cuz they cut her hours, which in a way was very good. We slept in and didn't get up till after noon. Thank God cuz I was running on empty after a few sleepless/sleep-deprived nights this past week. Went to brunch with Jess and her neighbor Lauren at THE AMERICANA (love our ghetto Jersey diners, they rock the Casbah) and then it decided to pour. Jess came back to Bridgewater with me and we went over Jesse's to watch college football and play some cards. That new Dominoe's "Doublemelt" pizza is mucho tasty, and most of you know how I dislike Dnoe's to begin with so it had to be pretty decent.
Sunday was Spooky Brook golf...18 holes, Jesse, Amar, Scott and I. We all did fairly well. I shot a 114 which is better than my 119 my first time out. I felt like I had a bad day despite my score improvement. I think I was just exhausted.
On a high (and low) point my parents left early Sunday morning. They started the drive back down to Florida where they'll be for the next 6 weeks. I started getting those sad "twinges" about last Thursday. This is really the first time I've ever lived completely alone. I mean not counting when they went to Italy a few years back for their anniversary. I was alone for 2 weeks, but 2 weeks and a few months differ some. In college I always had a roomate, or people around. Granted freshman year it was a drug dealer, lol, and then I had 1 1/4 semesters alone after he got kicked out, friends were always over etc. I hope it's that way with this too. In the Red House there was hardly a moment when you were alone. 15 roomates will do that lol. It's so quiet though...I hope I don't start talking to myself! If I do...you'll all be the first to know. Mom was so worried too it was pretty funny. She's telling me things that I'd have known if I'd only lived at my house for a few weeks as opposed to 20 years of my life :P
So it's back to the work week, a little tired, ready to go back to bed...and it's getting much colder much quicker. Seems like it's been getting darker MUCH quick all of a sudden. Then I remind myself it IS October now...and next month will be November! Better start compiling a Christmas Shopping list :D Also my ebay posting actually has a bidder so I'll be richer soon yay.
Dell D600 Laptop
It's like brand new...almost nothing installed on it except like Google Toolbar and Service Pack 2 lol. I started the bidding at $650.00 and it's got 4 watchers...so I hopefully as the last 4 days tick down the bidding will begin to get fierce. eBay is not a progressive thing, it's a rushatthelastsecondandwhoeverhascablemodemorfaster wins thing. So let's hope it crests $750.00...I need the $. :)
Thursday, September 30, 2004
God this guy really is an idiot. MAYBE if he actually said something concrete instead of jumping over the fence over and over again, people would be more supportive of his bland ass.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Random Crap Episode II: Attack of the Pucks
$1.00 + $5 Shipping and Handling
It's time once again to lower your expectations and shell out your hard earned money for utter crap! Order one, two or three random items of crappy value stuffed into or along with one genuine Iomega zippered accessory bag. This quality nylon bag is 9.75W x 9H x 2.5D with a mesh zippered pocket on one side, a set of velcro straps (cell phone sized) on the other and even two more meshy pockets with fancy elastic edges. The answer to your obvious question is Yes - this bag will hold your new Star Wars DVDs (once you remove the crap we put in there).
Bag O' Crap Rules:
Thou shalt not expect the world from your crap.
Thou shalt expect some people might get nicer crap than you.
Thou shalt consider if it is better to go through life without our crap.
Thou shalt decide on thy own the quantity of crap you desire.
Thou shalt move on, these are not the droids you're looking for.
Thou shalt consider the empty bag worth $3 + $5 shipping, ... otherwise this might seem like gambling.
Thanks for the continued success of woot! Cheers! - the woot team Free Secret Hint: Unless you are down to your last 6 or 7 bucks and need to save a buck for taco bell, we'd suggest taking advantage of our per-order freight and getting the entire $8, crap-trilogy shipped to your door. We will, however, ship you less than 3 if you order less than 3. And we won't be able to adjust your order, so pay attention (ok, use the force, Luke).
Even More Disclaimers: This is a bag of average to potentially below-average usage possibilities. Even if you are easily pleased, you should lower your expectations and go into this expecting utter crap. If you can't afford to waste money on a bag-o-crap, please do not.
That last bit had be laughing for a good 5 mins :)
OOh and btw it's official Conan O'Brien will take Jay Leno's position on The Tonight Show in 2009.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Jess stayed over Friday night because her, Jesse, Tara and I went to go see Rent in NYC Saturday. It was great seeing the "real" Rent. I'd seen the travelling one starring our very own Syracuse queer www.briangligor.com. Nick Lache's younger bro played Mark and he did a fairly decent job. I was most impressed with the actors/actresses who played Tom Collins, Mimi, Maureen, and the obligatory big african american woman for the deep, throaty, Arethra Franklin vocals. Excellent show, and a huge reccomendation from me.
We went out for dinner at the Times Square Brewery where I had the best Turkey sandwich of my life. Apple-smoked bacon. To-die-for. Had two beers they called the Dunkel. Delicious. Ended up going down to Little Italy and saw the hectic bustle of the San Genero festival. Picked up a pound of torrone which I'd been dying to have for like over a few years now. Then we all headed home early since Jesse and Tara had to go to a family reunion of Tara's on Sunday. Had Jess stay over again because I didn't want her to leave lol, and we relaxed most of Sunday before going out to dinner with my parents to Johnny Carrino's. Great weekend, and I miss my girl so much already.
In other news my nephew's football team lost vs. Asbury Park but was not blown away like every other team in their league. All those teams got *shut out* but Marc's team held their own 13 to 6. I know they're young and everything but even so it's impressive at that age.
Now another most-likely boring work week to contend with. It really cannot go fast enough. Up this weekend is a birthday party for a friend of Jess's that I met. Amar even dated her lol. That should be interesting. No idea what else the weeked will have in store. Time to go some actual work I guess. Here's a good song :)
Public Enemy - I Can't Do Nothing For Ya Man
Runnin' for your life, by the knife
Runnin' from your wife...yipes!
You should've stuck with home
Your mind to blow your dome
It was you that chose your due
You built a maze you can't get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can't do nuttin' for you man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You got all these people on your back now
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
Flavor flav got problems of his own
I can't do nuttin' for you man
Go lean on shells answer man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You jumped out of the jelly into a jam
Make ya love the wrong instead of right
Not a thief cat burglar through the night
Cop told your girl her name was Shirl
About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls
Oozy down the bullets in the gun
Just microwave themselves a ton
Then you tried to help them all they can
But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
Flavor Flav is the sun
Public Enemy number one
Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow)
Of a brain that weighs a ton
Can't face my facts that's on the shelf
Cause you want a hand out for your wealth
Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You want six dollars for what??!
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You better man kiss my butt
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I'm busy tryin' to do for me
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
That's the way the ball bounces gee
Bass for your face, kick that shit
Rock that shit homey!
Friday, September 24, 2004
"I'd rather have someone with a good heart than some good-looking idiot with no brain, because looks fade and I know that. I know that I'm not going to be good-looking forever," she said. "No one is, so it doesn't matter."
Screw that ho lol. I really reallllllllly dislike that woman. And her sister. They've contributed nothing to society whatsoever. Someone I do have respect for is Prince William. He's actually tried to do things for the community and not just be handed everything in his life. He did a habitat for humanity deal a few years back and contributes a lot to charities. I've never heard of Paris or Nicky doing diddly.
It's Friday!
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
When selling your pen on eBay be sure to mention how fat your ex-wife is.
Not only is 99% of the description about what a horrible person this woman is, he goes on to add like 5 comments continuing the bashing. Worth a look :)
Some quotes that had me on the floor laughing:
"He was great with cars and engines though, so he was destined to go somewhere in life, like Jiffy Lube."
"Bought herself 'implants' of the chest variety AFTER we split. Could not have done this while we were together. One bonus item denied. "
LOL
Monday, September 20, 2004
Oh yeah and I was waiting for THIS to happen for years.
"Police seized 17.3 grams of marijuana, eight Xanax pills and 16 round white pills identified by police as clonazepam, a sedative used to treat anxiety and seizures that can be addictive. Police said Culkin told them he did not have a prescription for the pills." Poor Mac Attack.
Friday, September 17, 2004
No you fanatics calm down. Pauly Shore isn't REALLY dead...but he does have a new movie coming out. I was just talking this week with a friend about how much I really enjoy his movies the more I see them. In The Army, Son-In-Law, Encino Man. Something definitely catchy about him. This movie looks to be funny as hell though. Good to see a B-list star able to make fun of himself. Tons of cameos in this too...other B-listers...Fred Durst, Carrot Top. And some higher celebs, Britney Spears, Vince Vaughn, Jason Mewes, Sean Penn, and the Hilton Sisters. They're screening it for free in NYC...anyone wanna go?
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Petie says: I've had friends in your situation before
Petie says: And they're all successful and happy now
Petie says: No one is beyond repair
Petie says: And you're not broken to begin with
Petie says: Maybe just a little scuffed
Petie says: Like when you buy brand new Skechers and some asshole at the movie theater steps on em and smudges it
Petie says: And you're like "YO what the fuck!"
Petie says: And they're like "Sorry dude. That' show I roll"
Petie says: And you deal with it
Petie says: And then eventually you buy even cooler Skechers
Petie says: And beat that loser upside the head with the old ones
Petie says: And that's my little motivational story for the week.
Petie says: Brought to you by the letter "C" for "CrAcK" and the Helena Rubenstein Foundation
Petie says: Oh yeah and by Viewers Like You
Jess says: do you see why I love you?
I apologize that I'm on crack everyone. I'm seeking help.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I've seen two really horrible movies I wish I didn't pay for in the past month. Alien vs. Predator, and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Now for AvP I had high expectations. I've never seen the Predator movies but I know what a huge following they have. The Alien movies rock too...so a movie finally pitting the two against eachother should have been amazing. Fast-forward...it wasn't. Rarely have I been tempted to walk out of a theater...but AvP almost got me there. The worst film I've ever seen was Battlefield Earth...just because you've got Forrest Whitaker, John Travolta, and that sniper dude from Saving Private Ryan, does not mean you have a good movie. At all. Ever. Period. *.* So yeah AvP sucked.
Now Resident Evil 2 I was excited for. I loved the first movie. I've played Resident Evil Zero, 1 and 2. The games are chilling...the first movie was a bit corny but the style was dark and the technology mixed in very well. Now the sequel...pure crap. Cheesey lines, horrible plot, bad acting, and a cast that covers just about EVERY ethnicity out there. For as long as this movie has taken to come out, I was very disappointed. And since Fate did not allow the dream team of Bob Hoskins and John Leguizamo to reunite for Super Mario Bros. II, I suppose that I''ll settle for a sweaty Milla Jovovich jogging around an apocalyptic, rainy cityscape shooting zombies. Mindless fluff...but maybe you'll like it better than me. And for the record I think a Super Mario Bros. II movie would rock the Casbah.
And some highlights I found interesting:
"The causality in the game is much more believable. The Sims have much more awareness of things going on around them, of social relationships, of where they are relative to their aspirations."
Q: So if I really mistreat my Sim, does he end up in a clock tower with a sniper rifle?
A: Not quite, but they definitely will go loony. We try to make the failure side more humorous. But at some point, they'll start to see imaginary people; just go totally bonkers. If you give them a screwed-up childhood, they can go in that direction, or they just might develop very particular phobias. They have memories, both good and bad, and they can develop positive or negative associations in connection with those memories that carry through into adulthood.
"The basic needs are coming from Maslow, the personality side is roughly Myers-Briggs, the childhood-to-adult transitions are more Freudian."
And another interesting story:
We're starting to sense a theme in today's People column:Harrison Ford narrowly escaped jury duty this week, and he has the small, incestuous world of entertainment to thank for it.Celebrity Justice says that Ford dodged duty in a Santa Monica, Calif., courtroom when he told the judge that he had a relationship with the defendant, MGM Studio head Alex Yemenidjian. Turns out, Yemenidjian's company helped greenlight Ford's next film project. "It was a big favor," Ford said. When the judge asked if he could remain objective, Ford
answered, "I'm only human."
U2's new album will be called "How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb."
Tonight on NBC Siegfried and Roy: The Miracle airs at 9pm EST. I definitely want to see that...it was a very sad tragedy and this will be a "Roy tells it all" account.
And this little tidbit makes me want to vomit:
"Diving heedlessly into a new barrage of sexuality-questioning rumors, Hugh Jackman celebrated his last performance in the Broadway hit The Boy From Oz by giving Matt Damon a lap dance."
Dear Lord Hugh Jackman. Stop jacking off on Damon.
LOL:
"In Shark Tale, bad guys are identified by Italian and Italian-American names, such as Don Lino, Luca, Giuseppe and Gino and by their use of Italian- American phrases of speech and slang, such as "capeesh", "maronne" and "agita". The movie introduces a new generation of children to the idea that people with Italian names -- like millions of Americans across the country -- are gangsters. Shark Tale creates an association between villains and Italian-Americans that will become imprinted in the developing minds of children."
I'm guessing the Columbus crew (the corp. making the claims) is going to be really unhappy when they see the movie's climax, where a frustrated Will Smith fish throws a trashcan through the window of Shark-DeNiro's pizza place.
So I'm Ron Burgundy and that's news. Good night San Fransisco and @(#*@# you!
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Ever get confused by the Homeland Security Advisory levels? Blue, Red, Orange, Perrywinkle? Here's a handy guide courtesy of me:
Green (Low) - Terrorists are either napping or have taken a vacation to one of the countries in the Axis of Evil.
Blue (Guarded) - Terrorists may attempt to rob a convenience store or drive recklessly on the Garden State Parkway.
Yellow (Elevated) - This is normal, terrorists are roving the streets looking for cars to break into and vandalize. They may be planning to fly hang gliders illegally off of tall buildings or participate in anti-war protests.
Orange (High) - Someone at the Department of Homeland Security just woke up after having a nightmare about the attacks on the World Trade Center and hit the orange alert button. National Guard F-16s have been scrambled to menacingly sonic-boom over population centers.
Red (Severe) - Dark-skinned men were spotted either boarding an airplane or attempting to purchase a firearm at Wal-Mart. You should immediately report to a small pox vaccine center so that the government can insert a tracking microchip into your body.
Yellow and Black Stripes (Danger!) - The Russians have just misplaced another fifty kilograms of weapons grade plutonium that were part of a parade float about nuclear energy in Moscow. Citizens should break out panes of their windows with a revolver and fire wildly out at the street while yelling "Arrrrribbaaaa".
Hot Pink (Fabulous Alert) - Ninjas have kidnapped the president. If you are a bad enough dude to rescue him then you are to proceed immediately to fighting them on top of trains and moving cars.
Psychedelic Colors (Whoah Man, I Can See Time) - The terrorists have deployed chemical or biological weapons against our population. You are advised to shut yourself into your house and die. Please assist corpse recovery units by stripping naked and laying in a bathtub. For those not affected by quarantines you should immediately start rioting while troops in black gas masks watch you from the tops of tanks.
Now onto the actual attacks!
The Department of Homeland Security's system for rating the various terrorist threats isn't really all that complicated but it is of dubious value. My advice is to be prepared for those terrorist attacks that are surely coming, and I don't mean to do something retarded like duct tape your vents. Pete's got the real scoop on how to survive the onslaught of terror in the United States, and because Pete is such a caring and generous guy, he's willing to share these secrets with you.
There are essentially four categories of potential terrorist attacks, and each category can encompass a multitude of different methods for causing terror. Fortunately each of these categories has methods that will address any attack within that category. All you have do is learn how to identify an attack when it's happening, react as I have suggested, and your chances of survival will improve dramatically!
Sample Attacks: Hostage taking, truck and car bombs, suicide bombers, shooting sprees, loud colors, irreverent scuttlebutt, anti-war protests, ramming various vehicles into people/other vehicles/buildings, golems (stone, mud, or crystal), hypnotic break dancing, and Oprah's Book Club.
How to Identify Attacks: Conventional terrorist attacks are almost always preceded by someone yelling in Arabic. If you hear someone yelling in Arabic and it isn't coming from your TV or your "Learn to Scream Arabic" CD then immediately begin following the Survival Tips listed below. Just because you don't hear screaming in Arabic doesn't mean that gunfire is just someone hunting geese in the Israeli airline terminal. Sometimes the terrorists will forget to scream in Arabic or may be mute or shy, which means you need to look for other key identifying features. In the event that you did not hear screaming in Arabic you are advised to look for any of the following:
- A burning United States or Israeli flag.
- Crazy hats.
- Non-Christian facial hair.
- Oprah Winfrey.
- An unmarked truck or van with a lit fuse coming out of the back.
- Signs that profane the name of George W. Bush.
If you see one ore more of these identifying features you should immediately run.
Good luck to you all.
It's called My Flesh And Blood. I saw it first when I was home in May from school. It deals with the Toms, a family of special needs children and their mother Susan Tom who has her own children, and then adopted 11 others. The documentary follows exactly 1 year of their lives. (Interestingly enough Susan wanting filming no longer than 1 year, and the final scene of the documentary occurs on the last day of possible filming) Here's a brief synopsis:
Welcome to the Tom household, where conflicts, never far from the surface, can erupt at any time. Explaining her decision to establish such a large brood, Susan Tom says, "If you can raise five kids, then it's not that far to go with six, and once you get to six, after that the noise level doesn't increase, and you're cooking big anyway. From six to 12 to 13 kids is not that big of a leap."
First-time director Jonathan Karsh left his job at a local TV station to film the Tom family in suburban Fairfield, between San Francisco and Sacramento, over the course of 12 months. Acknowledging that the children's disabilities can initially seem shocking and even hard to watch, he notes, "The first time you see the family you try not to stare. Five minutes later you realize that these are just kids with an amazing amount of confidence, spirit and energy."
The Tom kids openly and naturally deal with challenges and everyday events, from holidays to hospital visits, baths to birthdays, displaying a perseverance that dispels preconceived notions about the limitations of physical challenges.
The family revolves around a kind-hearted, no-nonsense divorced single mother whose birth children left the nest years ago. Her job requires the patience of a saint and the fortitude of a marathon runner, but the rewards are immeasurable, if sometimes heartbreaking. Although Susan Tom expresses desire for a romantic relationship, her family life is so all-consuming that she has not had a date in more than 20 years. She likens the documentary, drawn from more than 160 hours of footage, to "a year of therapy."
MY FLESH AND BLOOD opens with an uproarious Halloween celebration that refutes the stereotype of disabled children as victims, and ends as the family celebrates an unlikely birthday while confronting an enormous loss. Along with Susan Tom, the documentary focuses on five of her children, including:
Joe, 15, who struggles with both cystic fibrosis, a genetic disorder that traps mucus in the lungs, and bipolar disorder. Born to a drug-addicted mother, he must confront psychological challenges and chemical imbalances, at times terrorizing his family, but at other times displaying a tenderer side.
Anthony, 19, who suffers from the painful and degenerative genetic skin disorder epidermolysis bullosa (EB). The gene that produces collagen is defective in EB patients, causing the skin to blister and fall off with the slightest touch. Despite his debilitating physical condition and constant pain, Anthony is an uncomplaining, easygoing teen who loves life and performs in school plays.
Xenia, 13, a well-adjusted, athletic, boy-crazy burst of youthful energy - despite being born without legs.
Faith, 8, who was critically burned by her birth parents in a crib fire as an infant, and is a fiercely intelligent young girl, one of the top students in her class. Despite being severely disfigured, Faith remains optimistic, observing, "When I'm older and I'm grown up, I'll look like a regular person."
Margaret, 18, who survived childhood epilepsy and is now "second-in-command" in the Tom household. Overwhelmed by her role as her siblings' caregiver, she is now at a crossroads in life, torn between responsibilities at home and the desire to get an education and move out on her own.
Needless to say this is a very big deal of a documentary. It's very touching and you wonder how one woman can deal with so much and give these children as close to a normal childhood as possible despite their circumstances.
My Flesh And Blood
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
"Utterly bereft of thrills, suspense or even moments of stomach-churning repulsiveness, it plods along for a disjointed 87 minutes until it finally concludes and disgorges its audiences, now unspeakably depressed that their dream film has sunk to the depths of such disappointments as "The Phantom Menace" or the last couple of "Batman" films, out into the street to wonder how it could have gone so wrong. The best thing that can be said about "Alien Vs. Predator" is that it is so instantly forgettable that it will evaporate from memory so quickly that it will seem as if it never existed so that fans can once again dream about their ideal version of the film."
We fight wars in his name.
We kill in his name.
We make cheesey candle products in his image.
We even make cookies that we eat.
Easter-chocolate Jesuses and crosses.
But this is the worst. That's right...a cellphone tower designed as an homage to God.
You've all seen the pine tree ones probably right here in NJ or in your own respective states. Not very convincing, are they? You can tell right off that something's not right. But this one annoys me lol.
Can you hear me now Lord? Good!
Grrr. Damn consumerism with your ads, and your products...and your makeout parties.
So Labor day weekend was awesome. Friday night was a night out in New Brunswick with Amar, Jesse, and Tara. We went out to the Olive Branch for some darts, drinks, and good times. Saturday night I had them over for football and I barbequed and watched some good games, (LSU and Temple's game), and some horrible ones (Syracuse...::sigh::). Sunday was my niece Alyssa's birthday so that took up a major portion of the day. Jess met me at Doreen's and that ended up being a really fun day. Monday, Labor Day, I helped Jess move into her dorm because this morning she starts college for her Junior year. Her roomate is hilarious. Reminds me a lot of Kelly Girard from school.
So things with Jess are going amazingly well lately. It sucks that she's going back to school and our "together" time is cut by about 3/4, but oh the tragedy of life lol. I miss her already and as she said "You're not going anywhere, and I've gone nowhere." Heheh.
Yesterday was kind of sad. The first time I got a few twinges of sadness at not returning to the 'Cuse. Seeing all the students at Monmouth U moving in makes you kind of miss that excitement at the peak of "can'twaitingtogetbacktocollegeness" when you finally do move back and summer has "begun to get old." I'll get up there to visit soon enough.
I'm happy in my job though, and I'm happy in New Jersey. I'm just happy.
Now if I wasn't starting to feel sick :L
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Thursday, September 02, 2004
The Foundations Of The Ladder
Now I don't mean to get off on a rant here but...
I keep hearing lots of guys lately talking about one night stands. These guys who are like 'Yeah I had so many one night stands.' That shit isn't a boast, it's a cry for help. It's like, dude, if that shit was REALLY fun and that good you would have stayed with her and not needed to pick up another lady. By boasting , you're saying 'LOOK HOW I HAVE TO KEEP DOING THIS OVER AND OVER BECAUSE I AM NEVER SATISFIED BY IT!' Talk about being addicted to a behavior which clearly doesn't solve your problems and creates lots of problems for bitches dumb enough to go with you. Dicks.
The difference between me and a player is, players are guys who got hurt and now they're like "Well, SHE hurt me (way back when) so now YOU'RE going to pay for it, ho."
But me, I'm like
"Well, she hurt me (way back when) so I know how crappy it feels and I DON'T want to make anyone feel like that."
I'm a kind-hearted motherfucker that way. :P
But on the other hand, players aren't the one-dimensional predators that they often are seen as. I think they have valuable lessons to teach us. Such lessons as, 'rejection isn't shit,' and 'let the person know early on that you are interested in them as more than just a friend, so you don't waste months of your dumb life.' These are lessons both men and women can benefit from!
Also, in a way, pick-up artists are saying what feminists have been saying for a long time: that women have a sex drive equal to men, and that the 'promiscuous girls are sluts / but guys are awesome players' sexual double standard hurts everyone.
Obviously it hurts the women. But every guy that has felt teased or manipulated, chances are HE'S a victim too. Because women can't directly come out and say they want sex, but their bodies are pretty much demanding it, THAT'S why a lot of women do all this coy bullshit you hear so many guys going mad over. They're caught in a soul-crushing lifelong conundrum and they have to finesse it by all sorts of circumlocutions, manipulations, distortions and also the old standby: lying to themselves.
And a lot of the fine 'pick up girls' literature has to do with basically convincing the woman that -- look, stop lying to yourself AND me. You are as horny as a guy. You can either admit it and have awesome sex, or you can keep being under the repressive thumb of this sexist double standard forever. Which is more fun?
But I still can't get past understanding the 'YOU BITCHES ARE ALL LIARS AND I'LL SHOW YOU, I'LL SHOW YOU ALL!!!' sociopathic bitterness though. Some guys are mad wacked.
Yep. *End of rant.*
Oh Japan you are still so f'ed up.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/PetiePal/1.jpg
The're a big industry. They're basically pole-laying games, I uh mean role-playing games. Your character tries to seduce various pixellated females, by clicking 'choose your own adventure' style choices in a text-based format. And if you 'win', then you can see a bad animation of some coitus!
But -as if this wasn't nerdy enough- somehow someone found the way to make it even MORE spastic. Welcome to the world of PORNO GAME CHEAT CODES! welcome to REBEL 100.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/PetiePal/2.jpg
Apparently for some guys, not only is it too difficult to have sex with living human females, it's ALSO TOO DIFFICULT TO SCORE WITH THEM IN X-RATED VIDEOGAMES TOO.
Herin lies the concept behind rebel 100: guys are getting turned down by PORN.
Is this lower than anything you have concieved of in your miserable life?
Yes. Yes it is.
But REBEL 100 tackles this problem with aplomb!
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/PetiePal/3.jpg
Instead of trying to sweet-talk Blue Bikini Yelling girl here, all you have to do is enter 83-0A001F. Instead of spending hours trying to get her to love you by pressing the 'sweet talk' button and the 'baby you have nice eyes and your personality is appealing.' button and the 'no really, you're the only girl I like' button, you can just hit 171>370-E703 and she's yours.
Or you could just buy the REGULAR kind of porn, the kind that just starts with coitus to begin with.
But where's the challenge in that?
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Monday, August 30, 2004
There was recently this hilarious thread online I was a part of. It was like a virtual online dating-game, where questions were asked and you had to come up with the best answers. Here's some snippets:
Q: I decide not to go out with you. Give me two reasons to change my mind.
C1: A .45 and a shovel
C2: I concur
C3: A .9 and a wood chip
Q: How do you kiss?
C1: All over
C2: I eat your face and then I lay eggs in your esophagus.
C3: I don't know I haven't had much practice just on my grandma.
Q: Tell me something about yourself that might prevent me from picking you.
C1: My personality is too infectious!
C2: I like to hit women during sex and not during sex.
C3: I'm a lumberjack.
Q: You come over to clean my pool. Then I invite you in for a glass of water. Then what?
C1: You bend over and tease me. Then we clear off the table and make luv.
C2: I knock you out and take your stereo.
C3: An 8 ball and some milk.
Q: Forty-four percent of women would rather _______ than have sex.
C1: Go to www.goatsex.com
C2: Suck cock
C3: Try to escape from my basement
Q: What's the first thing that comes into your mind when I say PMS?
C1: Make you dinner.
C2: Not good.
C3: RIVER OF BLOOD GET THE FUCK OUT WHILE YOU CAN!
hehehe
Soldier of Misfortune - Go into battle equipped with defective grenades, jammed guns, and a compass which always points east.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
DMB Sprays Boat Tour With Shit, Fined For Dumping
That means tomorrow's pay day.
That means the day after is FRIDAY!
I've been home alone for the week so far. My brother and his girlfriend have a house down LBI for the week. I may try to get down there Thursday or Friday. It seems like I will just not have a vacation this summer. In brighter news I may be getting a huge promotion soon. I might be made a manager of the NJ Help desk for AIU/AIG operations worldwide. That would be cool. The pay would be most welcome.
I'm not too sad with all my 'cuse friends heading back to school (those that didn't graduate), and I thought I'd be. I'll be back to visit. To those of you from 'Cuse who I haven't talked to much this summer, I haven't forgotten you! I've been ridiculously busy... but I miss you all.
I plan to get upto 'Cuse sometime in September, and if not definitely for Halloween this October. Hopefully I'll have my promotion by then, so who knows if I'll be "on call" or what the extended responsibilities will require.
Well work is mad busy so back to it.
Monday, August 23, 2004
"ask a silly question, get a silly answer" thread.
Q:Why are Frodo's and Gollum's eyes so big?
A: It's a side effect of the Ring. Look at what it did to Sauron.
"Where did the Nazgul get new tattered black robes after their old tattered black robes got burned up?" LOLOLOL
Q: Why are Orcs diving off a cliff in the beginning battle shot?
A: This is a more interesting question. There are some who postulate that the Elves are shooting them fro the front line in great numbers. I prefer the theory that these are kamikaze Orcs. They have pin-pointed the enemy forces below, and are throwing themselves down as human bombs with the intention to take as many Penultimate Alliance soldiers with them as they possible can. To make this effect more impactful, many of them have been gorging on cheap curries and bottles of supermarket cola.