In high school I had a fun and crazy friend named Wendy. We were around one another enough to have people mix our names up and it wasn't long before I responded to the name Wendy and the other way around.
We had this running joke about penguins, how they were diabolical birds that used their seemingly adorable appearances as a clever disguise. It went so far as to say that, yes, penguins are a growing evil that are now planning world domination and the enslavement of the human race.
That could have been true 40 million years ago (had we been around) Check this out-- bloody five foot tall penguins. Scientists found these skeletal remains of penguins in Peru. According to the first article, this could be the third largest bird to have ever existed.
Here is a CNN news linkfor a little more info, it's just too crazy of a story to buy into to one source. It seems like something that belongs on those National Enquirer magazines you find in the super market.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
"being awake is swimming around in a lake of the undead"
Strangeness is beginning to bubble up again. Like my mom becoming speechless and screaming bloody murder for an entire minute at the sight of a squirrel nearing the house. This only made me believe there could only be a mutilated corpse in the backyard seeing how alarmed she was. She never screams like that even before she thinks an accident is about to happen because of my dads driving, she didn't even scream as bad as that when she fell on her shoulder that was healing from big operation.
I'm told this squirrel is very over-sized, but even so I don't understand the hype. She's wanting to get rid of this squirrel no matter what and has asked my brother a favor. He is eagerly awaiting the day he can purchase a gun and obtain a hunting permit and gladly volunteered to get rid of the squirrel. My dad had to tell him no son you can't eat the squirrel, being as he wants to eat one of every animal. He has plans to skin the little thing and hang the pelt on his door. I've told him I will go all out hippie if he attempts to do so.
I don't really see the need to kill a harmless squirrel, it hasn't entered our house or bitten anyone. A few years ago if I saw a squirrel it was like seeing a Zebra. We would all stop and point "oh my HECK it's a SQUIRREL!". I've always thought they were adorable, not the blackest of creatures from the abyss. If I am able I would like to catch this squirrel and let him go somewhere. It's better than the little guy getting skinned.
I've also decided that factories are still miserable in modern days. I worked for one last week and hell, it's not worth it... I was excited to work for a bakery again, but this wasn't the case. I was packaging bakery goods. I got a green hard hat slapped on my head, a flattering hairnet that put on like 5 years, ear plugs, and thick shoe covers. Anyone who has done a single repetitive task will know what I am about to explain. IT bloody hurts. I put packages into boxes all day using the same movements and it creates a lot of strain. Two hours in my whole back burned and I continued for four hours after. I'm sure after a while you adapt, with a bodily cost of course but damn. I could not lift my arms above my head, and when I mimicked the movement my arms wanted to snap off.
I loved seeing all the psychotic machines, I watched muffins come out of the wall all day through a conveyor belt. There were conveyor belts and large steel machines everywhere with big metal arms and other huge devices all about. There has got to be a zillion ways to lose a hand there. I felt like a kid watching these large contraptions at work.
Factories suck and squirrels don't eat people.
That is all
I'm told this squirrel is very over-sized, but even so I don't understand the hype. She's wanting to get rid of this squirrel no matter what and has asked my brother a favor. He is eagerly awaiting the day he can purchase a gun and obtain a hunting permit and gladly volunteered to get rid of the squirrel. My dad had to tell him no son you can't eat the squirrel, being as he wants to eat one of every animal. He has plans to skin the little thing and hang the pelt on his door. I've told him I will go all out hippie if he attempts to do so.
I don't really see the need to kill a harmless squirrel, it hasn't entered our house or bitten anyone. A few years ago if I saw a squirrel it was like seeing a Zebra. We would all stop and point "oh my HECK it's a SQUIRREL!". I've always thought they were adorable, not the blackest of creatures from the abyss. If I am able I would like to catch this squirrel and let him go somewhere. It's better than the little guy getting skinned.
I've also decided that factories are still miserable in modern days. I worked for one last week and hell, it's not worth it... I was excited to work for a bakery again, but this wasn't the case. I was packaging bakery goods. I got a green hard hat slapped on my head, a flattering hairnet that put on like 5 years, ear plugs, and thick shoe covers. Anyone who has done a single repetitive task will know what I am about to explain. IT bloody hurts. I put packages into boxes all day using the same movements and it creates a lot of strain. Two hours in my whole back burned and I continued for four hours after. I'm sure after a while you adapt, with a bodily cost of course but damn. I could not lift my arms above my head, and when I mimicked the movement my arms wanted to snap off.
I loved seeing all the psychotic machines, I watched muffins come out of the wall all day through a conveyor belt. There were conveyor belts and large steel machines everywhere with big metal arms and other huge devices all about. There has got to be a zillion ways to lose a hand there. I felt like a kid watching these large contraptions at work.
Factories suck and squirrels don't eat people.
That is all
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Statues in the Park
I thought of you today
when I stopped before an equestrian statue
in the middle of a public square,
you who had once instructed me
in the code of these noble poses.
A horse rearing up with two legs raised,
you told me, meant the rider had died in battle.
If only one leg was lifted,
the man had elsewhere succumbed to his wounds;
and if four legs were touching the ground,
as they were in this case--
bronze hooves affixed to a stone base--
it meant that the man on the horse,
this one staring intently
over the closed movie theater across the street,
had died of a cause other than war.
In the shadow of the statue,
I wondered about the others
who had simply walked through life
without a horse, a saddle, or a sword--
pedestrians who could no longer
place on foot in front of the other.
I pictured statues of the sickly
recumbent on their cold stone bed,
the suicides toeing the marble edge,
statues of accident victims covering their eyes,
and murdered covering their wounds,
the drowned silently treading the air.
And there was I,
up on a rosy-gray block of granite
near a cluster of shad trees in the local park,
my name and dates pressed into a plaque,
down on my knees, eyes lifted,
praying to the passing clouds,
forever begging for just one more day.
-Billy Collins
when I stopped before an equestrian statue
in the middle of a public square,
you who had once instructed me
in the code of these noble poses.
A horse rearing up with two legs raised,
you told me, meant the rider had died in battle.
If only one leg was lifted,
the man had elsewhere succumbed to his wounds;
and if four legs were touching the ground,
as they were in this case--
bronze hooves affixed to a stone base--
it meant that the man on the horse,
this one staring intently
over the closed movie theater across the street,
had died of a cause other than war.
In the shadow of the statue,
I wondered about the others
who had simply walked through life
without a horse, a saddle, or a sword--
pedestrians who could no longer
place on foot in front of the other.
I pictured statues of the sickly
recumbent on their cold stone bed,
the suicides toeing the marble edge,
statues of accident victims covering their eyes,
and murdered covering their wounds,
the drowned silently treading the air.
And there was I,
up on a rosy-gray block of granite
near a cluster of shad trees in the local park,
my name and dates pressed into a plaque,
down on my knees, eyes lifted,
praying to the passing clouds,
forever begging for just one more day.
-Billy Collins
Thursday, June 07, 2007
surfing
ha. Fun little article right here for Wii, Nintendo, and gaming fans alike.
http://news.zdnet.com/2100-1040_22-6189553.html?part=rss&tag=feed&subj=zdnn
The best miis ever
http://miiplaza.net/user/2682732585897970/
http://news.zdnet.com/2100-1040_22-6189553.html?part=rss&tag=feed&subj=zdnn
The best miis ever
http://miiplaza.net/user/2682732585897970/
Can smell it from here
INTERNET EXPLORER FOR MAC NO LONGER AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD
In June 2003, the Microsoft Macintosh Business Unit announced that Internet Explorer for Mac would undergo no further development, and support would cease in 2005. In accordance with published support lifecycle policies, Microsoft ended support for Internet Explorer for Mac on December 31st, 2005, and is not providing any further security or performance updates.
Accordingly, as of January 31st, 2006, Internet Explorer for the Mac is no longer available for download from Microsoft. It is recommended that Macintosh users migrate to *more recent web browsing technologies* such as Apple's Safari.
***
It's not as forward as some would have it but you can pretty much see the scathing undertones of a long fought rivalry between the apple and the windows. Beautiful! While staying politically correct, paper thin sarcasm still found it's way in there.
I love it. lol
In June 2003, the Microsoft Macintosh Business Unit announced that Internet Explorer for Mac would undergo no further development, and support would cease in 2005. In accordance with published support lifecycle policies, Microsoft ended support for Internet Explorer for Mac on December 31st, 2005, and is not providing any further security or performance updates.
Accordingly, as of January 31st, 2006, Internet Explorer for the Mac is no longer available for download from Microsoft. It is recommended that Macintosh users migrate to *more recent web browsing technologies* such as Apple's Safari.
***
It's not as forward as some would have it but you can pretty much see the scathing undertones of a long fought rivalry between the apple and the windows. Beautiful! While staying politically correct, paper thin sarcasm still found it's way in there.
I love it. lol
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