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Our population is roughly ten times that of Iraq.
In proportion, Cho would have had to have killed 900 people at VT Monday.
I'm sickened and horrified.
And horribly sad.
Why aren't the talking heads all talking about the real massacre taking place every day? Why isn't the rest of America horrified?
Is it because they are not Americans? Not like us?
I thought they were people too.
Mr. Bush, am I wrong about that?
Found the one I really wanted to see.
My results are;
You are The Joker
The Joker_ 74%
Dr. Doom_ 70%
Mr. Freeze_ 68%
Lex Luthor_ 65%
Riddler _ 61%
Poison Ivy_ 48%
Green Goblin_ 47%
Chris and Dave.
2.What sports did you play?
Football and Track and Field.
3. What kind of car did you drive?
I didn't until I bought my first car at 19, then got my license at 22.
4. It's Friday night, where were you?
Trying to catch and remove the arms and legs of opposing QBs or Rbs in the fall, sitting around with friends in the winter and getting home late from a track meet in the spring.
5. Were you a party animal?
I tried not to be.
6. Were you considered a flirt?
With certain girls.
7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
No. Dated a band girl for a while. Those people are freaks ( a good thing) and screwed up ( a bad thing).
8. Were you a nerd?
I was the defensive nose guard who took AP anatomy and physiology and played D&D in the Dean's office lounge who lettered three years in track. So yeah, a jock/nerd.
9. Did you get suspended/expelled?
Leave no witnesses or photographic or audio evidence behind and they can't convict.
10. Can you sing the fight song?
I think so.
11. Who were your favorite teachers?
My bio and A and P teacher, my senior year english teacher and my Gov and econ teachers.
12. Where did you sit during lunch?
The Dean's office lounge.
13.What was your school's full name?
Ulysses S. Grant High School
14. School mascot?
15. Did you go to Prom?
Nope. That band girl. SHe wanted me to invite her but I was not going anywhere near the prom, especially with her. Went out and saw Alive at the Laurenhurst Theater.
16. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
What, and have to hide the bodies all over again?
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
Relief. Free at last, free at last, thank god almighty I'm free at last, running through my head.
18. What was your fav. class?
A and P.
19. Where were you on senior skip day?
I had invested in myself in my own Senior skip days for most of the second quarter of Chemistry class. I did not need a single day. I still got a "C" but had to fail because of attendance "issues".
20. Did you have a job your senior year?
21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
Rob's Drive In, AM PM or Hollywood Bagels.
22. Have you gained weight since then?
23. What did you do after graduation?
Vegged for 4 months, got two full time jobs. Partied way too hard for 4 months straight. then went back to working just one full time job.
24. When did you graduate?
25. Who was your Senior prom date?
Fuck the Prom.
26. Are you going to your 10 year reunion?
No, I didn't.
27. Who was your home room teacher?
There is no home room in high school. It's all hostile territory.
28. Who will repost this after you?
Oh fer cryin out loud how should I know who'll steal it next?
Guess that is one of the reasons I so enjoy the Fetish Ball. I'm just wired to enjoy it because it's not the run of the mill normal thing to do on a Saturday night. Besides, Funky and I get to have fun, dress up, show off, play around and be us, in a normal, out in the open way for us.
Hell, who wouldn't enjoy going out to see friends with a hot girl like her, dressed up very naughty and then get to shine her outfit in front of everyone?
MMMMMMMMMMMM Mine Mine Mine Mine all greatgoogly moogly mine!
Yeah, maybe we could have raised some money for Four A's by letting people pay for the privledge of shining her corset and dress by hand polishing her with the silicone lube, but I had been looking forward to that myself all day! It's an incredible tactile pleasure.
And like I said, I don't care to share my toys.
You looked incredible that evening Funky. Love you.
Or at least that is what it would sound like if you were talking to me and I said it, because I have a head cold.
And it sucks.
And it sucks more because I'm here at work until late and I will be back here at Oh Dark Thirty in the AM tomorrow because of the kids Alaska State Gymnastics meet.
I want a taser.
Not for the kids.
For their parents.
Who will not be watching their little darlings while their other little darling whom they are living vicariously though is doing their routine or event. So there will be a million and one little darlings who wouldnt do a thing wrong and never thought of doing a thing wrong, breaking the rules, roller skating and running wild through the facility, without the supervision of their parents tomorrow.
"I'm sorry Sir but you must be wrong. My darling little Billy would never rollerskate inside and vandalize a bathroom and prank call 911, even if you do have him on video doing all that stuff". ZAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP
Maybe it's because I feel like crap right now, but just thinking it makes me smile.
1. Books. I have to be very very careful here. Having grown up in the town where Powell's reigns supreme, I have to be very careful in bookstores. Titlewave is good, but I was spoiled in Portland. It started early because I remember reading the Popular Science Encyclopedia as a kid, about the time of my second hospitalization. How many 7 year olds know how to build and distill their own alcohol? I LOVE books on the earth. Geography, ecology. My number one favorite is the National Geographic Atlas currently retailing for $165 at Barnes and Noble. I keep track. It has always been THE ONE.
2. Trivia. I don't know how or why, but it just sticks. When Trivial Pursuit came out, my mom bought the game. She cheated and read the cards, I just knew the answers unless it was baseball or entertainment. I currently hold a grudge against a couple of co-workers for not taking my answers and costing us the game at a staff meeting. I told them I was a Trival Pursuit Shark. They didn't listen. Next time I won't be on their team. Next time I'll bury them. I'm just a font of worthless info-bits.
3. Confession time. I was a major AD&D geek. Still have over $1000 in lead and pewter that the Trogs think are so cool. Turning them into Fantasy reading geeks too.
4. Leather work. It's in my genes. I'm decended from little Swiss crafts people but I make "interesting" things. Ask Funky. Begining to work in latex now as well.
5. Handloading and internal ballistics. I get together with some friends and we talk handloading and I look up and notice that Funky has either run for her life or her eyes have glazed over. I tell her I'm just trying not to blow myself up.
6. Monty Python's Flying Circus The Holy Grail. Watched it, loved it, learned it. Own it. Even have the silly English Lego knigets.
Funky is sitting here behind me going, "It's only FIVE! You can only have five"!
Nor am I a mechanic, so when the Subaru puked out this morning, I was not happy.
Funky and I had dinner at Muldoon Pizza tonight with fellow tribesters Donovan and Christy ad the plan had been to go to tthe Muldoon Community meeting. Thanks to the Subaru, Funky and I had to miss out on the community fun.
The good news is that the new battery went in well. The bad news is that it did not fix the underlying problem. I think we have two things going on with it. Maybe a weak fuel pump. Maybe a weak starter. At least those are the symptoms. It cranks and cranks and doesn't want to start. Or it clicks and won't crank. I got it to try to turn over, then put the gas pedal to the floor and it slowly came to life. That just makes me think weak fuel pump. My other sneaking hunch was water / ice in the fuel line. I dunno. Like I said, I'm not a mechanic. I don't even play one on television. But I got it started and running. Now Funky can get the Toyota out of the garage tomorrow morning.
By we I mean me, for the most part except today I had some help with the light stuff from someone who shall remain nameless but if he wants a beer, I'll buy.
So 192 square feet of 3/4 inch thick panel needed all the nuts and bolts and springs removed, not to mention the interlocking plates. Did I mention that I had to bring them all inside from storage? And the replacement panels? Through a partially blocked doorway?
So 32, 4 inch high, quarter inch diameter wire, 2 inch coil springs per panel later, I'm done. One day to strip them, one day to reinstall. Done. So this has all sucked to end all suckiness. I was soooo looking forward to Taekwon-Do tonight.
See? Friday we spar. Full contact. It's meditative for me. And I popped something in my knee again. Same one I just had surgery on. Kicked my opponent in the shoulder trying for his head and he caught my foot, I turned and it went "pop".
I went splat. Again. I'm getting used to that.
The guy I was sparring freaked. Very worried, very guilty. I told him no, it's not your fault. I chose to try to kick him in the head.
Funky on the other hand. Well, she didn't say anything but I got that look. That, " I love you but you are so stupid", look. I feel bad. She's been very good and didn't say anything like, " I told you to be careful". Because she has told me to be careful. And I have been for the most part. It's just part of the game. Sometimes you get injured.
It doesn't feel nearly as bad as last time. That is good. Really good. Let's see how it feels tomorrow.
Only I , my opponent, and Funky know what I said as I hit the floor. Not nearly as loud as the first time. At least my control there has improved in 6 months.
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