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February 26, 2006

Alice Clamps

My Alice Clamps are ~~stolen~~ liberated from a fallout shelter built in the 60's. We called it "Under the Slope". Fact is: All of the water, food, and supplies stockpiled inside would’ve made absolutely no difference at all. That bunker would’ve been vaporized, along with everyone in it...even though it was underground. Do kids think about being vaporized? We did.

Kind of like telling school children to get under their desk if they see a mushroom cloud.

But, it was a cool place for young men to meet-up. Seriously, my main hideout for many years was a fucking bomb shelter. We also had a tree house, but there was just something about hanging out in a bomb shelter that was too much banana.

Years later, if my friend hadn't been wearing one of these I wouldn't have the Catdaddy of Roachclips. Speaking of Vaporization. I strayed from the path.

Bwahahahah!!!!

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Roller Coaster

In the last few days, I’ve cried like a baby and laughed like Buddha. Yabu does have emotions. I haven’t been that twisted in a long long time. For a while there, I thought I was losing my shit.

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Dancing Naked

Yabu --
[noun]:

A dance involving little to no clothing

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Ripped from Chou Baby

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February 25, 2006

48 hours...

...regarding my two previous posts.

The last two days have been as intense as any I can remember.

That is all.

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February 24, 2006

Opioid Analgesic

Denial…regarding my previous post.

I have a good friend who is 68 years of age. He is addicted to Oxycodone (OxyContin)...not self-inflicted, but an addict nonetheless.

I’ve done everything I can to help…I think.

If his family / blood doesn’t take this seriously, he’ll be dead in six months.

They need to get in the fucking game…plain and simple, but maybe, just maybe, they think the sooner he dies, the more money they’ll get.

Sick Motherfuckers.

This man is my friend, but I don't know what else to do. I don't have the warm fuzzies about this one.

Now this, is truly some Bad Bad Juju.

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I Swear To The Maker...I Puked...

...I was in someone's house today that was so dirty I had to give my dog a bath. In all of my days, I've NEVER seen anything like this...EVER!!!

Absolutely fucking disgusting.

If I talked to anyone this afternoon, and seemed a little "off", sorry...I was in shock!!!

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February 22, 2006

Eventually Can Be A Long Time

I was talking to a good friend earlier about some stuff...old stuff that has been on both of our minds for many years. Not stuff between us, but stuff we remember. Deeply embedded stuff. Important stuff. Stuff we were deeply involved in.

We decided...

FUCK IT!!!

Life moves forward.

Now is the time for us to move along.

Everything comes to those who wait.

Eventually.

Juju for sure.

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February 21, 2006

I HAVE BLUE EYES

AM I A EUROPEAN AMERICAN?

An American is an American…

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Arab-Americans contended on Tuesday that bias and bigotry, not security concerns, lay behind the uproar over a deal that would place commercial operations at six U.S. ports in the hands of an Arab company.
The furor centers around the $6.8 billion acquisition by Dubai Ports World, owned by one of the United Arab Emirates, of London-based Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Co. P&O had been running operations at shipping terminals in New York, New Jersey, Baltimore, New Orleans, Miami, and Philadelphia.

First of all there is “no such thing�? as an Arab-American, African-American, European-American, etc. An American is American. Plain and simple.

Let me get this straight…we want to “essentially�? abandon some or our major entry and exit points / ports (for money), and give commercial operations control, to an Islamic company.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

You have got to be double fucking kidding me.

Someone set me straight…WTF are we doing?

This is some Bad Bad Juju.

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Me And My Girl

Dancing with the flowers...

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February 20, 2006

I Was Just Thinking…

…about the best quote I’ve heard this year. 2006 so far.

“Don’t blame me, I didn’t invite the Motherfuckers.�?

…or something like that.

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February 19, 2006

IT IS NOT ABOUT MONEY...

...but it is about your character.

You know who you are.

Do you know the meaning of shame?

Do I make myself clear?

Do I need to take this to the next level?

I will..., and you know that!!!

Has anyone ever known anyone like that?

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Set The Captives Free

Fuck the bandwidth…

Here's another good one..

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Best Intentions

For my friends Anna and Sie Bitch.

Rip this and do some Auto Bahn.

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German Beer

I like beer.

I've had beer from every country in the world. Germany, for my taste, brews the best.

Plus...biggest-ass mugs I've ever lifted.

Following is an English translation of the Reinheitsgebot (German Purity Law) adopted in 1516, the oldest provision still enforced to protect the consumer. This is taken from the article "History of German Brewing" by Karl J. Eden, published in 'zymurgy' magazine, Vol. 16, No. 4 Special 1993.

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February 18, 2006

Liberalism Is A Mental Disorder

Black Sheep

The University of Washington, which decorated WWII Marine pilot Col. Gregory "Pappy" Boyington is an alumni, has decided not to honor him with a monument because he killed too many people in WWII.

What the Fuck is wrong with these people?

Do you know how many lives he saved?

More here.

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cp /dev/null bitch

68 degrees yesterday, snowing today. The weather has certainly been strange this year.

I had a problem with one of my cell phones, which caused a problem with the other one.

Yesterday, after about a week and a half of dealing with some really incompetent tech support idiots, I made yet another call and asked to speak to a supervisor. I was pissed.

I was connected with someone in fucking Canada. I asked her if she could solve my problem, which by the way was caused by the cell carrier (American Company) in the first place, and she said no, I'd have to talk to technical support. I was trying to be polite, and asked her why she was on the phone since she couldn’t help me, and if she could escalate my case ID to an upper level. She said no, I'd have to call tier 1 support first. I lost my shit. I just asked if I could talk to her supervisor. She said, I will connect you, is there anything else I can do for you. I said, jokingly, could you please stop sending all that cold air down here?

She replied, at least it's clean air. I went double fucking ballistic. Fucking tree-hugger. We should pull our tank divisions out of Germany and seal the Canadian border.

Anyway, some network engineer in northeast Kentucky fixed my problem in under two minutes. I'd been getting the run-around from some fucking Canadians for too long.

My point is: Outsourcing is Bad Bad Juju.

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Both Of You Need The Shit Kicked Out Of You

I just received a letter from someone I’ve known most of my life, since my bicycle days. Great guy. I haven’t talked to him in many many years. I now have four phone numbers, three email addresses, and a street address.

How cool is that?

Better than finding folding money in the dryer.

His Dad was correct!!!

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UNIX AND LINUX

If someone asked you to explain the difference between UNIX and LINUX and you said "L", and they didn't get it...they should be opening a fucking doughnut store.

I swear to the Maker...I don't know how some people make it through the day.

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February 17, 2006

Internet People

I've met some really really interesting interesting people on - from - over - the Internet.

This Guy plays THIS on his guitar.

Remarkable.

BUT, he can't play it full tilt when he's drunk...

I kid you not!!!

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Howling Black Dash

I'm looking for him...

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Louisana Bayou

For my good friend Dax Montana, and everyone else who appreciates Louisana.

......This boy can get all the way down

Turn it up!!!

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Damn Well Please

I do as I damn well please. Always have, and always will. I listen to nobody, period. This is a fact because my mother told me this when I was old enough to know better. My mother was always right! I wonder where I get it.

Bwahahahah!!!

Point being…I HATE it when anybody tells me something, they think, I want to hear.

Constructive Criticism is way overrated. There are better ways to make a point.

I’m just saying.

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February 15, 2006

Never Keep Anything Twice

I’m doing the downsize...

My address book that is. I’ve got a big one…I don’t need it…all I need are addresses, phone numbers, basic monthly calendar, etc. All the other shit I keep in some other place.

I keep notebooks for life…I swear to you…I can stack ‘em 50 feet high, so why do I need a huge-ass Frank*.day_timer*? I don’t. That shit is history.

Good fucking riddance I say.

I am now a lean motherfucker!!!

***UPDATE***

Separation is the key,,,at least that is what the "phone caller" said.

Bwahhafuckinghahahha!!!

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February 12, 2006

Remove them...

...Do your best to remove the sons of bitches from your life. I don't care if they're your brothers, your fathers, your sisters, or what. Remove them...

Steve H.

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February 11, 2006

Reading the Signs

Whether by physical association prompted by lust and desire or mere proximity due to circumstances alone, there have been occasions in my experience where I have been forced to rely on the presence of one or more men to make a point, complete an assignment or simply save my hide.

While I am very much a woman and, in my own right, an assertive individual, elsewhere in the world my gender alone has tended to preclude all perceptions other than that of weak. There are many cultures and societies in the world where women have no value or status outside of their role as brood mare, nanny, maid or concubine of some man. In those places Western women are rarely regarded as an individual of substance, much less value.

It has been in those places where I have had to rely on the mere presence of a man to sell my cover and aide my ability to move without ripple or suspicion. In those instances, Yabu has been invaluable.

Curiously, Yabu does not blend, despite physical attributes that could lend themselves to different ethnicities. He does not blend in the States because he carries a sense of ageless mysticism that makes white bread Americans uncomfortable. Yet, he most assuredly does not blend outside the States because he carries himself with an unmistakably American swagger of good intention and naiveté.

I have long believed he has been able to go unnoticed because he retains a pure heart that prompts no alarm or suspicion in others, irrespective of how nefarious they may be. Deception has never been his way. While he it may be difficult to read the guile behind his shuttered focus, there is no con within Yabu. A part of me remains amazed he still walks among us, but karma has always smiled favorably on him.

Words are actually the least reliable method of gaining information. Much can be conveyed on a multitude of levels by not only watching someone, but by observing how others respond to that individual.

Each of us has a certain innate and unconscious axis of attention. Some are attuned to sexual impulses while others look for social cues revolving around popularity or acceptance from others.

In my business, the most dangerous to me are those who vigilantly scan their surroundings out of a primary desire for self-preservation. They operate from a position of natural paranoia and require a certain dominion and control over themselves and their surroundings. They are also most likely to perform reconnaissance on an area prior to attending a social event, business meeting or even a romantic rendezvous with a long-time lover. Not surprisiningly, these individuals have difficulty maintaining eye contact with another when speaking due to their constant visual scanning.

One might think this last group of individuals would be easily groomed for my line of work; however, they are ill-suited because the ordinary world naturally presents such a scary place for them, any real or imminent danger renders them unable to function in any semblance of a normal manner. In most situations, it is usually these individuals on whom I must concentrate first. It is only after they are secured, that I can be effective.

Notwithstanding, this group has routinely comprised my unwitting tools. Over the years I have learned to rely on their well-honed skills to ferret out the unusual. Any real sense of alarm from one or more around me alerts me to heighten my own caution and attention.

Channeling another's axis of attention is the soundest form of persuasion because relating to someone on their own frequency is comforting and reassuring to him. When it occurs without thought or design, it is serendipitous and gives both parties the feeling of deja vu, comforting familiarity, and a sense of connection.

By design, it is this intuitive, yet conscious ability that allows one to transform into someone or something other than what he or she is. It is far more effective than any physical disguise or well-rehearsed charlatan. The practice makes a skilled practitioner into something akin to a psychic chameleon.

We all have talents.

Some are just more apparent than others.

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PINKED

Yabu is an artist for sure. He takes all the laundry, regardless of color, and throws it in on HOT / HOT. He can invent colors…there is no such thing as White anymore…everything is fucking PINK.

While I’m talking about domestic stuff, let me tell you how to handle dirty dishes.

When the sinks are full, the stovetop is covered, and the dining room table is covered, just throw ‘em the fuck away! I hate dishes.

Fuck It!!!

My ass is dead!!!

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