tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59866892011-04-21T17:09:05.079-04:00KEY ISSUESObservations by Key Monroe~~Home of Right Opinions, Cynical Viewpoints, and TMI in Hefty Doses
E-mail: keymonroe@hotmail.comKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comBlogger2141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1103746386781064482004-12-22T15:10:00.000-05:002004-12-22T15:16:23.543-05:00THE LONG AWAITED CATFISH POST
Due to popular demand, I have chosen to further discuss the origins of the catfish pic. You will find my theory HERE.
Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1083865017454090892004-05-06T13:34:00.000-04:002004-05-06T13:43:31.576-04:00OKAY, APPARENTLY I'VE LOST HALF OF MY READERS IN THE MOVE
Since my wonderful, tender-hearted, ever appreciative of our friendship, sorry, good for nothin', almost-as-web-challenged-as-I-am FRIEND AND BLOGFADDAH won't/can't update my site on his blogroll, I guess I'll have to redirect traffic from here.
To hell with the trolls. If they follow me, the troll-burning will resume shortly.
YOU'LL Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081983088264879082004-04-14T18:44:00.000-04:002004-04-14T18:59:26.043-04:00SNEAKIN' OFF
I've got new digs. I haven't formed a direct link, yet, because I was hoping to filter out a little unpopular traffic first.
So e-mail me, and I'll provide the new url.
...Although I'm certain many of you bright readers and bloggers are a step ahead of me, and have picked up on the less than subtle clues, or have followed a link from another site.
I'm still here and there anyway. Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081982202873362702004-04-14T17:40:00.000-04:002004-04-14T18:48:41.280-04:00MISSED OPPORTUNITY
Absolutely I watched the President last night. I caught the immediate feedback on Fox, but I must admit that I haven't made it around the blogosphere to get the real feedback.
I did check in with Baldilocks, who I knew would have something good to say, and I was right.
I appreciate him. I do. I'm on his side. Even if I weren't, I would be...because the alternative is too Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081813016812366672004-04-12T19:31:00.000-04:002004-04-14T18:58:02.873-04:00PEER PRESSURE
I hear voices!
Come on, Key, everyone's doing it. Come with us...
Hmmm...I don't know.
Come on....You know you want to. It feeeels goood. It looooks gooood. Join usss....
Oh, whew, I'm not sure...what are the side effects of doing munu? I've never heard of it?
Side effectsss....no side effectsss, join usss...
Is this some sort of cult, where people are running around speaking Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081542169402610712004-04-09T16:19:00.000-04:002004-04-09T16:36:59.640-04:00HOW MANY CUSS WORDS CAN YOU CRAM INTO ONE SENTENCE
WITH SAID SENTENCE MAINTAINING SOME SEMBLANCE OF GRAMMATICAL INTEGRITY?
I don't know, but I'm putting forth some serious effort over here. Yeah, it's been one of those days. I guess that's what I get for working on Good Friday.
I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend and a beautiful Easter.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081453438987173242004-04-08T15:27:00.000-04:002004-04-08T15:48:21.186-04:00SHE DOESN'T DO ANYTHING FOR ME
Is it just me? Is Julia Stiles actually sexy as hell?
I actually liked Save the Last Dance. She's a good actress, attractive even. But I don't think I would have used the words "pretty blonde" to describe her, as the author of this article did.
I can't help but wonder how many times the author switched out the adjective there before settling on that... Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081451643584650492004-04-08T15:04:00.000-04:002004-04-08T15:18:42.296-04:00JOINING THE REINDEER GAMES
I tried to stay out of it, really I did...I saw that abortion topic and quickly fled to another page, but then I went back today. I suppose I'll be getting troll-mail...again.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081447192860103702004-04-08T13:56:00.000-04:002004-04-08T14:04:30.373-04:00I MISS JELLO PUDDING POPS!
...AND I HAVE BEEN MISSING THEM FOR ABOUT A DECADE NOW.
And then I hear a rumor...NO, DON'T TEASE ME! Are they back or not?
I want the real deal. Here's the petition. What's Jello's problem anyway? I think I singlehandedly bought enough to keep 'em alive.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081375727258837562004-04-07T17:50:00.000-04:002004-04-07T19:48:45.496-04:00WEIRD DREAM
Okay, she posted hers, I guess I can post mine....but I don't think it makes any sense, that is, unless you people are going to go all Freudian on me.
A friend and I were staying at the home of a local couple. (They have a cute son, and I'm fairly convinced that he's caught the eye of a certain Miss Priss.)
Anyway, the accommodations were studio-type. Bed/bath/kitchenette all in Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081290851285521322004-04-06T17:59:00.000-04:002004-04-06T18:41:07.043-04:00I WANT TO BE A MAN IN MY NEXT LIFE
SERIOUSLY.
I'd make a great man. I thrive on business, enjoy entertaining kids, hate housework and love sex.
Okay, being female has its merits. I wouldn't trade the memory of feeling my child move within me for the first time for anything. And having the ability to throw on a low-cut dress and cause men to stammer all over themselves was certainly fun while it Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1081206775912073112004-04-05T18:53:00.000-04:002004-04-05T19:40:34.936-04:00STUPID QUIZZES OF THE WEEK
I don't take them all, but sometimes I find myself reluctantly curious. Here are two that I took last week. I was drawn in after reading the Anton and Will's results. (No, the pics aren't going to make it; I don't know the blogspot tricks to make that happen.)
You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is alwayspleasantly pleased to have you jump outta nowhere to dote themKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080931560506754882004-04-02T13:16:00.000-05:002004-04-02T13:52:32.140-05:00CAT PUKE
MORNING HAS BROKEN
in the Monroe household. Birds are chirping, pesky squirrels scampering, alarms being beaten to death, and somewhere in the peripheral of my consciousness, I hear my beautiful long-haired black cat upchucking her breakfast.
Is there any other sound ON THIS PLANET that can so immediately and so violently overwhelm someone with such a feeling of dread?
The dreaded Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080841696538175452004-04-01T12:40:00.000-05:002004-04-01T12:53:51.373-05:00JITTERY KEY
THEY SHOULD PUT WARNING LABELS ON THIS STUFF!
Do you know what the secret ingredient is in Excedrin Migraine, huh, huh, do ya, do ya? It's CAFFEINE!! No headache, but trouble typing...fingers faster than brain...KEY STROKING DIFFICULTIES...(complicated by a touch of Eric Syndrome....no time to punctuate...must move on...)Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080840462026379022004-04-01T12:16:00.000-05:002004-04-01T12:33:51.950-05:00SOFTBALL COACHING
Look, it's not about winning; it's about building character, teaching the kids what teamwork is all about, it's about good sportsmanship. So we lost our first game; did we quit? Did we cry? No, we carried on with the bouncy, happy-go-lucky resilience that childhood has to offer.
And when the parents stopped crying....we picked up the pieces and went home.
We learned somethingKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080752085121039632004-03-31T11:53:00.000-05:002004-03-31T12:18:14.810-05:00I'M BACK
I needed a few days off, but (as of late last night) I'm back.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080698526198914132004-03-30T21:02:00.000-05:002004-03-31T12:15:48.763-05:00HYPOCRITE
This has got to be the most overused insult in blogworld. I get annoyed when people, particularly writers of any caliber, take it upon themselves to alter the meaning of a word that's been around since the beginning of time.
This word, like "liar," "cheat," "murderer," or "thief," has a very distinct meaning, a meaning that is being blatantly ignored as the word is being hurled this Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080259747433431292004-03-25T18:26:00.000-05:002004-03-26T12:46:49.610-05:00IDIOTS
Allow me to change history for a moment. (I'll be over-simplifying in an effort to be concise.)
September 11, 2001 came and went without incident. But we did gain tangible intelligence on Al Queda, therefore the Bush administration began chasing their skirted asses down. Many accused him of being a "cowboy," a president looking for war, but he stood firm.
Meanwhile, Sadaam, always on theKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080140567192172062004-03-24T09:56:00.000-05:002004-03-24T19:04:11.543-05:00SO, YOU WANT TO DANCE?
That's mighty sweet of you Adam. Can't I just retract my insensitive comment and be done with it? No? Okay, fine. I'll prepare something. It will be yours just as soon as I can conjure the time to devote proper attentiveness to the matter.
Update: Okay, I redefined and re-explained my over-analyzed comment via e-mail. I do see his point. I was very nice and as Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1080089940424087992004-03-23T19:58:00.000-05:002004-03-23T20:06:47.826-05:00THANKS SUGAR,
I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED
Now, I know.
Take the What type of blahblah are you? quiz at sugarmama.org!Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079993502738972182004-03-22T15:55:00.000-05:002004-03-22T17:15:08.076-05:00THE NEVERENDING BIRTHDAY
IS FINALLY OVER
Thursday - We picked up a friend and went to Build-a-bear. Miss Priss is now the proud owner of a pink frilly poodle in a denim mini with stacked sketchers. (Friend made a koala, and dressed it in a flowered bikini and sunglasses.)
Friday - I picked up Miss Priss from school, along with five of her closest friends. We piled into my glorified SMV and tookKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079561933891541992004-03-17T17:08:00.000-05:002004-03-17T17:22:55.123-05:00MY IRISH BABY
Well, Irish, English, Cherokee, Italian, and German baby...But today, she's Irish!
Miss Priss was born eight years ago today, and the rest of my day will be consumed with celebrations. I am on a tight schedule, as she is queen for the day, and has, therefore, left me a thorough list to work through.
So far I'm good. The cupcakes were ready this morning and were prepared accordingKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079475812531019502004-03-16T16:57:00.000-05:002004-03-16T17:30:11.450-05:00WANT TO DIET?
LACK MOTIVATION?
Check out my Key incentive plan:
Proceed to your closet. Get out all of your jeans. No, ALL of them. Now, try them on. I don't care how long it's been...PUT. THEM. ON. (Now.)
If most fit, you're cool. You don't need to diet. Go away.
I'd like to see someone beat my score. Here goes:
Total number of pairs of jeans retrieved from closet: 12
Total number that make Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079387320500164882004-03-15T16:07:00.000-05:002004-03-15T16:54:49.640-05:00BUM
That would be me. Well, not really. I've actually been neglecting my blogroll due to my increasing hours at the office, coupled with the fact that I still have no on-line service at home.
I know, priorities...What can I say? The IRS took my disposable income! Don't lecture me about the true definition of disposable income. I don't want to hear it; I'm having fun being pissed at the IRS rightKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079132817708193642004-03-12T17:12:00.000-05:002004-03-12T18:13:41.700-05:00IT'S MY HALF-BIRTHDAY!
AND IT SUCKS.
I'm guessing that I'm feeling about half as old as I will be feeling six months from now.
I can no longer count the wrinkles surrounding my eyes, I'm getting puppy dog cheeks, and the hang is what's really pissing me off the most.
It should be weighted. We should be allowed to look young and taut much longer than we should forced to look old and raggedy.
Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1079037464234998322004-03-11T15:30:00.000-05:002004-03-11T15:43:52.860-05:00BIG 'UN
This one was home grown in North Georgia.
I had always heard that there were eight-footers in Lake Lanier, but I didn't believe it until I had proof.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078855071091663462004-03-09T12:53:00.000-05:002004-03-09T13:25:06.170-05:00THIS IS A PROBLEM
Every minute that my child has to live without Nickelodeon is pure torture. I guess I should have more closely monitored her usage. She was clearly abusing, and is now showing signs of withdrawal.
If not for nick.com, I'd have no peace.
She watched an empty channel for thirty minutes this morning waiting for it to come back. Try explaining ridiculous 40% rate increases to a Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078767840450167102004-03-08T12:39:00.000-05:002004-03-08T12:47:05.903-05:00GUESS WHAT SUPPLIES THE ZODIAC WITH INTERPERSONAL ELECTRICITY?
YEAH BABY, AND THE PLANET OF LOVE IS HARMONIZING WITH IT
My horoscope:
"Sudden passion bubbles up today when Venus, the planet of love, harmonizes with Uranus, the zodiac's supplier of interpersonal electricity. Look for a casual conversation to turn into a first kiss or at least the hint of pleasant events to come."
Forget the kiss.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078767557067803792004-03-08T12:32:00.000-05:002004-03-08T12:42:22.576-05:00WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO WORK?
YEAH, ACTUALLY - I THINK I MAY BE.
Every day when I pull up to this office, I can anticipate eight hours of itching. I can not figure out for the life of me what I'm allergic to, but it must be something I'm touching, because my hands are the worst.
When I leave the office, I'm fine in a matter of minutes. What the hell? This is mad crazy itching. I'm going to go Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078621699029278042004-03-06T18:09:00.000-05:002004-03-06T20:50:10.466-05:00TAKING SHIT
We all take shit. It's a matter of how much we're willing to take before we sever the bond. Most of us use the same guidelines although volumes vary.
For a stranger, we're not putting up with a bunch of crap. For an acquaintance, yeah, okay, a little. For a friend, quite a bit. For a spouse, we put up with as much shit as we can humanly take.
A lot of shit flies in blogworld. I've Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078537718634171672004-03-05T20:35:00.000-05:002004-03-05T21:05:43.793-05:00FRIDAY FIVE
1. ...your first grade teacher's name?
Mrs. Zellner. It was a private school, and in 1980, at this particular private school, teachers were allowed to pop rumps at will. We ran for our lives on our birthday, when we were sure to get seven solid smacks to the backside.
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
I should know this. I spent three solid hours in front of the TV every Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078440813554343502004-03-04T17:41:00.000-05:002004-03-04T17:56:33.686-05:00YOUNG DAVE TO THE RESCUE
I actually felt like writing today, but I haven't had the time. For those of you news junkies who also keep an eagle's eye on the economy, perhaps you can appreciate YD's wit as he borrows the tune from "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane:
White Profit
by Young Dave
One hike makes it larger
And one hike makes it small,
And the ones Bernanke gives you
Don't do anythingKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078266736139928252004-03-02T16:46:00.000-05:002004-03-02T17:54:30.576-05:00HAPPY HAPPY, JOY JOY
HAPPY HAPPY, JOY JOY
Blogworld can be as childish as high school and as inconsequential as the legislative branch, but there are times that this place is worthwhile, warm and fuzzy even, almost smurfy...
ANY-WAY, I gotta present! I send her a gag gift, and I get a real one! Here's the note:
"You send me feminine hygiene products, I send soap. Hope we're not trying to tell Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1078251376260911292004-03-02T12:05:00.000-05:002004-03-02T14:09:31.450-05:00NATURE KICKED MY ASS
Of course, I'm the one who attached skis to my feet and attempted an intermediate run, after nightfall brought ice to the slopes.
We had arrived on the mountain/hill in West VA around 3pm on Friday. We were hoping to arrive earlier, but we had had to fight a snow covered interstate in North Carolina (involving several accidents and back-ups) in order to get to West Virginia,Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077831278640428382004-02-26T16:32:00.000-05:002004-02-26T16:37:29.326-05:00SEE YA
I'm going to search my soul, bond with nature and ponder life. I'll be back in a few.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077755031086111072004-02-25T19:10:00.000-05:002004-02-26T16:16:52.390-05:00CAN'T BE TWO PLACES AT ONCE
Well, I suppose I could, if I were this guy, who writes in three places at once, but I'm not there yet.
So you guys are going to have to click on over to WE THE PEOPLE to get Key's Issue (bullshit opinion) of the day. If you haven't checked out this brand new site, it's time to do so anyway, and I'm not just saying that because I'm one of the authors...seriously...
IKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077663551238092012004-02-24T17:31:00.000-05:002004-02-24T18:16:55.810-05:00MASCOT PROPOSAL
AS SEEN ON THE MORNING NEWS
So the guy dresses as the mascot, and his girlfriend is selected out of the crowd for a "contest." She's blindfolded, and if she manages to find the mascot, she wins a couple of free tickets.
When she finds him, the humungo, goofy-looking head is removed to reveal her boyfriend. He then lowers himself onto one knee and proposes in front of the crowd Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077568999883638882004-02-23T15:26:00.000-05:002004-02-23T16:02:32.733-05:00I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS...
Finally. Can I relax now? I've invested too many hours and too much stress in that stubborn man. IMHO, it takes a special friend to call up a pal (who's presumably losing their grasp on reality) and mercilessly kick their butt. I only hope that he sees it that way...(even if he is leaving me "bite me" comments.)
Nice to have you back, Rob. Very much a relief. Now, Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077561030950929812004-02-23T13:13:00.000-05:002004-02-23T14:18:07.076-05:00LOVE STINKS
I'm not a HUGE Sex in the City fan, but I caught a few minutes of it last night. This will not be word for word, as I'm going from memory, but this is what I remember of Carrie's goodbye speech to her French lover:
"...let me tell you who I am and what I want. I want love. Inconvenient, ridiculous, all-consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I'm not getting that here, in Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077322520180673722004-02-20T16:11:00.000-05:002004-02-20T19:43:44.170-05:00I GOT A PRESENT!
NA, NA, NA-NA-NA!
I stopped by the house about an hour ago and discovered it. Opening the medium sized box from UPS revealed another medium sized box wrapped in red paper with tons of ribbons. (Very nice--I'm thinking definitely female-wrapped...)
Woohoo!
It's a lovely T-shirt from the islands, courtesy my buddy Sam! I'm assuming that it's a thank you gift for babysitting his Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077147365532336102004-02-18T17:57:00.000-05:002004-02-18T18:40:56.983-05:00"SURPRISE! YOU'RE DEAD!
Ha ha-ha-ha! open your eyes!
See the world as it used to be, when you used to be in it!"
Thanks, Faith No More, I couldn't have said it better myself!
ON SECOND THOUGHT
For about a millisecond, I considered posting this immature revelation on We The People, since it is political in nature. But I figure that given the intellect and research skills of dese paticalla Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1077060055599385442004-02-17T18:02:00.000-05:002004-02-17T18:27:05.843-05:00I'M SICK AND I'M STUBBORN
YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?
I always go to the doctor. I decided this time I wouldn't. I want to see if I can get well WITHOUT taking bacteria teasing, yeast breeding medication.
So far, so good. I've produced a colorful array of mucous, and all I've lost is some sleep, the ability to think clearly (through the haze of self-medication), and my voice. Oh yeah, it's goneKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076945352041884262004-02-16T10:22:00.000-05:002004-02-16T10:34:19.153-05:00MY REIGN IS NEARING AN END
Sam is due to return today (after an eight day escape on a tropical island), meaning the frequent and insightful posts will shortly be reappearing on his site.
So you guys head over to The Brier Patch and give Sam some WELCOME HOME hits! Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076886544998436652004-02-15T18:04:00.000-05:002004-02-15T18:12:47.576-05:00HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
(BELATED)
Heart-felt quote:
"Whoever said 'nothing hurts like love,' obviously never dropped a hotdog."
--Johnny BravoKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076886214304593242004-02-15T17:38:00.000-05:002004-02-15T18:06:10.403-05:00A STRAY THOUGHT
I met Dave one day when I followed a link about Rand. The topic that day was discussing potential cast members for Atlas Shrugged.
I just have to add this... Eric Stolz is a perfect Rand character. I've thought so for years. I see him here, and that's all well and good. But I wouldn't mind seeing him with shaggy orange hair, playing Roark.
(But he's no Galt. I'm still ponderingKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076713439175435212004-02-13T17:55:00.000-05:002004-02-13T18:09:57.653-05:00I CAN'T SPELL ANYMORE!
The more that I write, the worse it gets. Details, such as spelling, are left entirely up to spellcheck, the squigly line in Word and dictionary.com. I've become dependent upon my computer.
Why the drama? Well, naturally, I've always taken pride in such abilities. And, recently, I find myself pausing mid-sentence because I seem to have forgotten how to throw the Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076628802359651092004-02-12T17:36:00.000-05:002004-02-12T18:38:55.436-05:00HEALTH INSURANCE
Hell no! No nanny healthcare for me, thank you. I'll just paying through the nose, if you don't mind.
We're shopping policies. (Am I going to get spammed for spilling that information?) We need it for our family, plus we offer it as a benefit to our one and only employee and her family. Our rates just went up 20%. $1600 per month for two families. That's why we're shopping.
SoKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076526384354485442004-02-11T14:00:00.000-05:002004-02-11T14:12:23.356-05:00CLARIFICATION
You know those folks who protest AGAINST people choosing life or death for GUILTY scumbags in prison?
You know those folks who protest FOR people choosing life or death for INNOCENT children in utero?
These are the same people, are they not?
Uh-huh. I'm sure that this comparison has been made before, yet, still they wonder why we call them freaks.
If you're willing to let an Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076361511295481812004-02-09T16:16:00.000-05:002004-02-09T16:20:58.826-05:00...ONE MORE THING
If you get bored with my light posting this week, visit me over at my cyber-darling's fine abode. I'm hanging out some over there while he's basking in the Carribean sun.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076361143745382572004-02-09T15:28:00.000-05:002004-02-09T16:18:08.170-05:00WHAT A WEEKEND!
No, I did not watch the grammies. I caught the highlights this morning on Fox. Did I miss anything of significance?
No, I have not returned your e-mails, but I appreciate them greatly, and I will catch up in the morning.
No, I did NOT clean my house. It looks like a yard sale puked in my guest bedroom.
What happened?
DFCS called on Friday. A foster home in Hall county was Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076083942787565362004-02-06T10:43:00.000-05:002004-02-06T13:38:13.200-05:00INFURIATING
I already knew that I shared the planet with human filth. That wasn't a surprise. Geoff discusses the filth quite well; I'll be taking another angle.
The video was my shocker. The girl didn't fight. Yes, I know she was scared. Yes, I know she was threatened. She should have been prepared for that day.
He didn't want to kill her THERE, at that car wash. That wasn't the plan. The planKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076023283519561602004-02-05T18:20:00.000-05:002004-02-05T18:24:30.936-05:00WASN'T THERE SOME SORT OF MOVIE ABOUT A GUY WHO WAS DEAD, BUT DIDN'T KNOW IT UNTIL THE VERY END?Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076022725671087112004-02-05T17:56:00.000-05:002004-02-05T18:19:39.140-05:00OH, FOR THE LOVE OF...
NOT AGAIN.
Can't we find some eye candy for a Bond film who actually has a clue about acting? Denise may be beautiful, but she sucked. Britney may be hot, but I doubt seriously that her acting skills will be any more impressive. Bring back Halle!
Don't. Please don't subject me to the torture of watching Bond hook up with Britney Spears. Do I need to explain why that's Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1076020968643393742004-02-05T17:38:00.000-05:002004-02-05T17:57:23.530-05:00OH! PARDON ME, DID I DO THAT?
SCIENTIST SAYS SORRY
"Pakistan's top nuclear weapons scientist yesterday appeared on television to beg the nation's forgiveness for handing atomic secrets to the world's most radical anti-Western states." Source: telegraph
Oh, is that all? Don't sweat it...We like psychos with atom bombs. It's an adrenalin rush like no other. Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075953844661890962004-02-04T22:32:00.000-05:002004-02-04T23:09:13.060-05:00BLAH UPDATE
The fog is lifting. Posts still suck, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I think I visited a dozen or so of you today.
I posted another original today by Young Dave---who, by the way, sorta resembles a younger, blonder, better-looking Clark, although he's likely gagging at the comparison---then I buried it with my various ramblings. So, you'll have to scroll for it.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075950443676019112004-02-04T21:23:00.000-05:002004-02-04T22:31:56.466-05:00IF YOU HAD TO DO A DEMOCRAT...
(SWITCHING TEAMS, SO TO SPEAK)
So, who would it be? Come on. If you HAD to.
I'm going with Clark. Yeah, he'd have to shut up, but he's the most "do-able" candidate. It wasn't enough to pull me over to the other side politically, but it made his speeches more bearable. (Hey, I gotta "mute" button.)
He's called the "pretty boy." I guess I sort of see that. But it'sKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075938130937885842004-02-04T18:02:00.000-05:002004-02-05T09:41:46.186-05:00CALL ME MRS. PRESIDENT
OKAY, MAYBE NOT NOW, BUT SOMEDAY...
Of course, my blog would be exposed, my quotes twisted, and the video of me toking on a six foot bong in college would surface.
So, it's a fantasy anyway. Bear with me.
We'd have an a la carte system. You'd pay for the services that you wanted to use:
Everyone would have I.D.s, but you wouldn't get a driver's license unless you'd Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075930429208178512004-02-04T16:18:00.000-05:002004-02-04T16:45:37.246-05:00THE ACT THAT SHOULD HAVE IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED JANET'S ON SUNDAY
(For maximum effect, you'll want to go ahead and get the chorus of Paradise City stuck in your head.)
Playback City (with a nod to Slash and Axl)
Another parody by Young Dave
"Got my Tivo on, dude it's playback city!
'Cause I think I just saw Janet Jackson's titty!
Hey, that's aureola, yeah yeah.
"Hold it! Stop right there, man Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075854915563403222004-02-03T19:32:00.000-05:002004-02-03T19:37:34.873-05:00SHE CRACKS ME UP:
"Ten Things Rosie O'Donnell Would Have Bribed Martha Stewart's Prosecutors With Had She Not Eaten Them First..."
Here's the list.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075836868449203902004-02-03T11:46:00.000-05:002004-02-03T14:49:38.983-05:00I LOVE SEX AND....FOOTBALL
I cannot believe that a poor match in talent, revealing a boob with a cowboy spur on it, stole the show. Jeez, that was a GOOD game.
I would just like to say that I, personally, was well-behaved during the Super Bowl. I only cussed the refs once, and that's only because, after the call was challenged, they should have plainly seen that THAT WAS NOT A FIRST DOWN! But I Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075762863055651902004-02-02T17:16:00.000-05:002004-02-02T18:04:10.343-05:00WRITER'S BLOCK
I'm new to this. Not since the first day that I set up this blog have I stared at such length at an empty page. I was enjoying myself here.
My husband and I have restructured the business that we own. I am now the office manager. In corporate world, everyone works within a department, specializing in one or two areas.
No such luck. Not anymore. I am all of the departments. My Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075501745199021792004-01-30T17:18:00.000-05:002004-02-02T09:58:24.560-05:00MINI-THOUGHTS
CAN WE MAKE THIS WORK?
There are so many of you that I would love to meet up close and personal. Maybe if we tweak with the dates, more people will commit. Come on. Let's do this little thing.
POLITICKIN
I'm falling short here. Go visit my bro, the main man for up to the minute follies.
MONEY
It's easy enough to discount the importance of it, until you get a certified letter fromKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075415282547416022004-01-29T16:59:00.000-05:002004-01-29T18:16:52.090-05:00NOT MYSELF
This month has not been fun. I have been forced to find another broker to work with, as mine has moved to Clayton. I'd have my pick if I wanted to go with a local real estate firm, but no, I want the best, so I've interviewed with a humungo, nation-wide development that's very difficult to get in with.
They're looking for youth, pep, and folks that'll take guidance. Yeah. So, I faked Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075408322193440232004-01-29T15:26:00.000-05:002004-01-29T17:32:31.030-05:00KISS OF DEATH
"No..." says Steve Murphy to Jon Scott of Fox News, "...I'm not saying that the Al Gore endorsement of Dean was the 'kiss of death'..."
Oh, yeah?!?
Well, I am. The man's a bad omen, I tell ya. Washed up, desperate, and creepy. And bad hair. It looks...sticky.
Yep, kiss of death alright--that and that stupid howl. It wasn't the devil. It was GORE! Gore made me do it...
Aaahahah. Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075329077486846532004-01-28T16:58:00.000-05:002004-01-28T17:33:28.356-05:00LOW MAINTENANCE FRIENDSHIPS
There's nothing like a low maintenance friendship. I could write pages on this topic, but, as it stands, I have five minutes before my clock expires, so I may end up elaborating tomorrow.
ODE TO MELISSA
She's my low maintenance friend of fourteen years. We may go months without speaking, yet I know that the silence will not damage the friendship. She hasn't been Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075326837530705852004-01-28T16:52:00.000-05:002004-01-28T16:59:39.356-05:00WTF?
New blogger feed page. I don't know how I feel about this...I feel like I'm in someone else's room.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075238770197171152004-01-27T16:26:00.000-05:002004-01-27T17:08:21.436-05:00SKIPPING SCHOOL
As I've mentioned, I graduated from Clarke Central High School in Athens. I was a decent student. I took advanced classes, studied very little, passed anyway, and partied when necessary.
My friends and I strongly felt that we should have an open campus for lunch. One of my friends had moved to the area from Atlanta. Just her, not her parents--so she had her own apartment as a Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1075156287223739982004-01-26T17:31:00.000-05:002004-01-26T17:37:53.450-05:00LIFE SUCKS ASS
I'm in one of those really fowl moods that makes a nervous break-down seem tame. I visited one blog today, and after the comment that I left there, I realized that I have no business making the rounds today as long as I'm breathing fire.
Having said that, it's great to have you back Rob. I will now either have to kick your ass or send you a bill for the stress that I've endured Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074979872550930242004-01-24T16:31:00.000-05:002004-01-24T16:36:09.373-05:00OH YES! OH YES!
SEXUAL FRUSTRATION ANYONE?
No thank you. Really, I've had my fill.
Anyone else noticed a little sexual undercurrent flowing through the hemisphere? "X" drives and whips and chains, oh my! Toys, and spikes and vibrators, OH MY!
Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074897450271494912004-01-23T17:37:00.000-05:002004-01-23T17:49:56.840-05:00LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN - PART 2
I'VE COVERED THE UGLY, THIS IS THE GOOD AND THE BAD
Well, the bad is obvious. Get a bad haircut, get a new habit, get a nasty divorce, have a torrid affair, pick a fight, sneeze, whatever, it can be across town as quickly as 24 hours, depending on the "juiciness" level.
I moved to this town almost 3 years ago, in time to get my daughter registered for Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074810343594346932004-01-22T17:25:00.000-05:002004-01-22T17:30:14.076-05:00PROBLEMS ABATING
1. We are both feeling MUCH better. Whatever it is, it appears to be short-lived.
2. INTERVIEW POSTPONED - I can't believe it. I get to agonize a little longer. It will be tomorrow morning. Thank you for your well-wishes; I'll keep you guys posted.
3. HEAVY SIGH - I guess one can only worry so much on behalf of someone else. At least I'm not alone. Bro and Brain have noticed asKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074725652362031552004-01-21T17:54:00.000-05:002004-01-21T18:31:59.686-05:00PROBLEMS
1. I feel like ass. I believe that my daughter has gotten me sick. She looks pitiful. I called the doctor this afternoon, but they weren't accepting any more patients today...
2. TOMORROW, I have a job interview in the Atlanta area.
A big one. Am I prepared? I don't think so. I was stressed earlier, but now that I'm in a sickened stupor, I'm actually quite mellow. However, it is taking Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074713532984876182004-01-21T14:32:00.000-05:002004-01-21T14:38:51.936-05:00PERMISSION?
WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING PERMISSION.
"There is a difference between leading a coalition of many nations, and submitting to the objections of a few. America will never seek a permission slip to defend the security of our people." ---George W. Bush, State of the Union address, 2004
I wish it were true. I love that it's true about W. But what's this "never" stuff? For that to be trueKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074709960900222942004-01-21T13:32:00.000-05:002004-01-21T15:37:25.966-05:00OH, SAY CAN YOU SING?
What's with the footage of Dean leading the National Anthem with a bunch of his cronies? Is it supposed to be a redemption song?
I assume that out of respect for our Nation's Anthem---which, when sung right, should give any red-blooded American a healthy layer of chill bumps---we're not supposed to pick on the man for his patriotic display.
But I didn't get chill bumps Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074630703452890252004-01-20T15:31:00.000-05:002004-01-21T12:49:04.466-05:00MAD DEAN DISEASE
SHALL WE LAUGH TOGETHER?
Ready? AAAHahahahah! Oh, I absolutely love it. The obvious caveat being that Kerry, who actually has a psuedo-presidential demeanor, may not be as easily defeatable as the red-faced, brow furrowing, psychotic bellower who has proven himself to hold more entertainment value than anything else.
But, I will not think of that right now. I am too busy Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074545938109575022004-01-19T15:58:00.000-05:002004-01-19T16:02:29.780-05:00JUST LOOK AT IT, WILL YA?
LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL BABY WE MADE
I have decided to give Anna custody. She has shown remarkable love for the ugly creation, and I'm sure that she can be much more giving than I. Plus, you know Anna...she has maternal instinct OOZING out of her pores...Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074545662952433642004-01-19T15:54:00.000-05:002004-01-19T15:56:29.750-05:00ROBIN WILLIAMS ON RELIGION
"I'm Episcopalian. For those that aren't familiar, that's Catholic Light; same religion, half the guilt."
"Some question whether Jesus was really Jewish. Come on, people. Thirty years old, still living at home, works in his dad's business, mother thinks he's God's gift....definitely Jewish."Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074545335712732462004-01-19T15:48:00.000-05:002004-01-19T15:50:53.856-05:00MYSTERY DATE REVEALED
As crazy as that man is, and as AWOL as he STILL is, it's nice to hear that they made it back safely.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074455772088837892004-01-18T14:56:00.000-05:002004-01-18T15:55:57.903-05:00PHONECALL
ME: Hello.
HIM: Hey. Whatcha doin'?
ME: Getting reading to out. What are you doing?
(I didn't know who I was talking to,--it could have been a slurring friend or worse, brother-- but he needed to know that I only had a minute, whoever he was.)
HIM: Sittin' in jail. (Okay, not funny anymore. Better NOT BE my brother...)
ME: WHO IS THIS??
HIM: This is Buddy. Who is this? (WhewKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074454930232167332004-01-18T14:42:00.000-05:002004-01-18T14:46:50.983-05:00OH, HOW I WANTED HIM TO TELL ME THAT HE HAD MADE IT UP
No, he says this is a true story. You must read it. Sam, did you leave out the part about throwing up all over the table?
That would have induced vomiting had it been me. Now, having said that, tell me more. Was it an indistinguishable mess, or could you actually observe a sizable amount of brain tissue?Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074288130965598012004-01-16T16:22:00.000-05:002004-01-16T16:28:09.903-05:00I FAILED
I DIDN'T COME UP WITH A WAY TO MAKE IT TOMORROW
Don't blame it on Hubby. Although he wasn't terribly excited about overcoming social anxiety and meeting new people, circumstances are actually the culprit.
I attended a field trip today that occupied my day thus far, and I returned with an extra child. So, I'm going to use this as an excuse to get out of the house and do something fun Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074287253407993112004-01-16T16:07:00.000-05:002004-01-16T16:18:52.903-05:00QUIZ TIME
YOU GUESSED IT! THAT'S WHAT TIME IT IS WHEN I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE!
(I'll offer better quizes next time; it just so happens that I had already taken these.)
WHO'S PHILOSPHY MATCHES YOURS?
I like this idea. The quiz is sort of a pain. I won't post my entire list, but my top matches were Aristotle, Rand, Kant, Sartre, Stoics, And Aquinas.
THIS ONE I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I TOOK, BUT Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074190534307058712004-01-15T13:15:00.000-05:002004-01-15T13:17:27.326-05:00THERE ARE SOME OF YOU
WHOM I HAVE MET, AND WOULD LOVE TO SEE AGAIN
There are some of you, whom I haven't met, but am hoping to meet. If there's any doubt in your mind whether or not I am speaking directly to you, check my blogroll. If you're on it, I am.
I am trying to work out a way to be there on Saturday. You work on it too!Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074121424132650582004-01-14T18:03:00.000-05:002004-01-14T18:12:27.496-05:00IT NEEDS TO SNOW
I WANT A CHRISTMAS CARD WITH SNOW IN THE PICTURE
This would have been it, but, alas, the day wasn't good for my daughter. She was going through her "I hate having my picture taken" phase.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074119818718479022004-01-14T17:36:00.000-05:002004-01-14T18:01:19.856-05:00HAD ENOUGH?
HOW ABOUT ONE MORE, A PERSONAL STUPID...
Sam told his.
Jim told his.
Geoff told his.
But, I've got 'em beat. Mine's stupider.
It all started when I was 15. I had two best girlfriends, and a terrible trio we were, until one of them moved to Virginia Beach. (She was a military brat.)
We, the remaining duo, pooled the funds, and by the time the following summer rolled around, we hadKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074106818760240402004-01-14T14:00:00.000-05:002004-01-14T14:03:14.826-05:00SHAKE IT, STUPID DICTATOR!
THIS ONE offers a slight dis to my man W., but IT IS WELL WORTH the twenty second download.
(Are you shakin' it, Adam?)
(Allah, the purty girls in the genie outfits are sayin' your name!)Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074103316880145452004-01-14T13:01:00.000-05:002004-01-14T13:07:08.500-05:00YOU ARE STUPIDER THAN YOU LOOK, BOY!
Well, maybe not. Hmmm. Tough call on this one. Grey Biker has the story.Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074103226282945112004-01-14T13:00:00.000-05:002004-01-14T13:02:18.123-05:00WAKE UP PEOPLE!
I'm NOT feeling the love. I feel like, like we don't even talk anymore...What's the matter? You don't LIKE me when I'm stupid?Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074033477208018132004-01-13T17:37:00.000-05:002004-01-13T17:52:37.140-05:00STILL STUPID
TELL ME THAT I DID NOT SEE ONE OF THESE ON THIS HEAD... TELL ME I DIDN'T!
But I think that I did. I saw it on TV. It felt wrong. It still had the tag on it. A DAWG fan GAVE it to him! Oh, the pain... It's just wrong.
Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074032072675554982004-01-13T17:14:00.000-05:002004-01-14T16:47:36.576-05:00ODE TO STUPIDITY
Blogworld is all too intelligent sometimes. I feel as though I really ought to give the 'ol brain a break, and explore some stupid areas every now and then.
WHO BETTER THAN HOWARD DEAN TO GET THE BALL ROLLING?
As a preface to Dean's words, let me share the following words which I have stolen from Martini girl:
With the Iowa caucus ten days away and Howard Dean leading in the Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1074021650084445772004-01-13T14:20:00.000-05:002004-01-13T15:57:48.763-05:00ABORTION COMMENTS
Thank you Joe and Chet for your comments in the previous post. They are must reads for those of you who haven't read them. Some interesting theories were broached, and I enjoyed the feedback.
I think it all comes back to viability. Many of us may be outraged over the entire process, but when a viable child is eradicated, that's different. That's murder.
I find it difficult to Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073952145711931272004-01-12T19:02:00.000-05:002004-01-13T13:35:03.076-05:0025,000 DOLLAR PYRAMID
READY TO PLAY? HERE'S YOUR CLUES:
--Spreading rumors about someone you care about (just to get attention).
--Sleeping with your best friend's spouse.
--Never telling your kids that you love them.
--Living off of the state when you suffer from nothing other than laziness.
--Sitting on your ass while your friend gets his beat.
--Rubbing salt in a wound.
--Refusing to give Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073937580615067592004-01-12T14:59:00.000-05:002004-01-12T15:47:12.696-05:00ALL ME
MY BLOGSHIT ISSUES
V-man and Anna may have restarted my processing with their respective absences, but they have nothing to do with my take on blogworld. (Perhaps I was projecting.)
On a related note, I understand this quote from Anna all too well:
"Truthfully, I'm surprised I didn't kill this thing off before now as I have often dreamed of standing over its crib and smothering its faceKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073872015974979032004-01-11T20:46:00.000-05:002004-01-12T13:20:46.730-05:00BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
IN RESPONSE TO THIS AND THIS
Okay, if you look at the on-line photos of Sugarmama and myself, you will quickly see that we are not advocates of brightly colorizing one's face, starching the hair, or otherwise blatantly falsifying our appearance.
I do not particularly ENJOY the primping process. In fact, I detest it.
I practically LIVE in a ponytail. I put on lipstick in Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073863511261851642004-01-11T18:25:00.000-05:002004-01-13T14:33:05.780-05:00THANK YOU VELOCIMAN
FOR SENDING ME A LITTLE MAIL AND LETTING ME KNOW THAT YOU LIVE.
I find absolutely no humor in your current post.
I SMELL BLOGSHIT!
I don't know what the hell starts the neurotic, melodramatic crap that races as a laxative through the bowels of blogworld, but I find it rather nauseating.
I'm the new kid on the block, and already, I've HAD it with all this BLOGSHIT! No, I Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073699885339370912004-01-09T20:58:00.000-05:002004-01-09T20:59:12.726-05:00OH WHERE - OH WHERE IS VEL-OC-I-MAN?
OH WHERE - OH WHERE CAN HE BE?
I'VE E-MAILED AND POUTED AND STOMPED MY FEET...
BUT STILL HE WON'T TALK TO ME!Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073687153398516162004-01-09T17:25:00.000-05:002004-01-09T18:05:03.690-05:00AMERICA HAS A YEAST INFECTION
FOR THIS MODEL "GOVERNMENT" WILL REPRESENT THE YEAST, "NANNY POLICIES" ARE THE ANTIBIOTICS, AND "WE THE PEOPLE" BECOME WE THE BACTERIA.
This is a more detailed explanation of what irks me the most when contemplating the evolution of our grand abode. It also serves as a study into the importance of balance.
Most women, and many men, who have been on antibiotics, Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073678242619035912004-01-09T14:57:00.000-05:002004-01-09T15:28:04.166-05:00SAPPY NET FRIENDSHIP LOVE
I thoroughly enjoy being antagonistic and argumentative, particularly to people that are estrogen-challenged, (because they usually ask for it). But there are some guys that are just SO DAMN NICE, that they manage to squeeze positive vibes from me before I realize what's going on.
I feel violated.
Here's the best example of said offense. Forgive the girl in me as I Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073608897333870412004-01-08T19:41:00.000-05:002004-01-08T19:47:22.886-05:00REPUBLIC OR DEMOCRACY?
Phil, I saw stars, stripes, and purple mountain majesties as I read your post. I like your meaning.
Although, I must disagree a bit in the semantics (...okay, granted, the purpose of the post.) Call it a democracy OR call it a republic. Either one, in its purest form, is a wonderful thing.
Republic defined: A political order whose head of state is not a monarch and in Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986689.post-1073602519503382712004-01-08T17:55:00.000-05:002004-01-08T17:55:38.973-05:00UNBELIEVABLE!
Eric posts this in my comments below:
Sis....as for "ASSCRACKLICKER"...has anyone bothered searching for "Ball Spanked"...I'd be interested to know...
Well, my step-brat, YOU'RE NUMBER THREE!!Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371346013351470551noreply@blogger.com