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Creepy

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So, I'm walking into to the grocery store, and I see this little pipsqueak of a woman who looked just like Al Nakbah, walked like her, and even talked like her.

At first, I thought with horror, "OMG, she's BACK!" (wonder if she still has her gun--if she was back, I'd definitely report to the Sheriff that I know she lied on that application).

She had sunglasses on when she got in the store, and as I got over towards the checkout, I saw her at customer service, and even the gestures were the same (and the tone in the voice, and the voice--she had a way of complaining about things that was quite practiced--manipulative, even).

It was really creeping me out, so I went over to the DVDs just so I could see the front of her face w/o the sunglasses.  I was very relieved to find that it wasn't actually her.

But it was amazing that this entirely different person had so many traits in common.  

And really creepy.

Probably the same kind of person, too (met altogether too many of them--single women who hate men but ply them eagerly and convincingly for 'benefits').  The one who scratched her diamond ring on my iPhone face was one of them.  She never knew I caught her lie (the old phone number she gave me when we met was her boyfriend's phone that she was using--when he dumped her, he got the phone back).  There was one 'homeless' woman (somewhat by choice) who explained to me that it didn't make any sense to work, and who got money for being 'disabled' (I learned this as she was weeding my yard rather vigorously.  She lied repeatedly about using the MEC keycode to sneak in when all the DJs were gone (that was her 'home').  I caught her about three out of five days when I came in early to do the morning news slot.

That's part of the 'dating' problem in a way.  I mean, it's bad enough that there's all sorts of incurable STDs going around, but the thought that a woman (like the above) might have one and be INTENTIONALLY dating (to 'get back' at men) is just creepy beyond belief.

I sure am glad that they invented cyber-sex.  There's no way you can catch anything from your PC, and you can get to know that part of the other w/o actually having to incur risk.

Activist Judges

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Yes, one hears that phrase quite a bit, but how far back does the tradition actually go?

All the way back to the start, in fact.

You see, the first Chief Justice, John Marshall decided (along with a unanimous court) that it was the Supreme Court that had the power to determine whether or not something was "Constitutional" (in the particulars, he determined that the Constitution did not give his Court the power to act).

The power to declare law unconstitutional is not assigned to the Court in the Constitution.  They 'made law' in order to have the ability to settle the case.

Funny how the truth outs itself, eh?

Big Changes

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I have been mentioning that these milia are coming out of me, and that I feel so much incredibly better overall that I'm now sure they are some kind of infection.

I'm also pretty sure that over the last three days, my immune system (not my allergic anti-parasitic response, but the real deal) has recognized this as an invader and has learned how to make proper antibodies to it.

I'm pretty sure of this because I've been 'feeling' different.  I've got WAY more tactile sensation in my hands (and my feet?  I might need to start wearing shoes).  It's as if each milia has grabbed onto the local nerve, and as they get expelled, I go back to being able to use them again.  I might even be able to read braille.  

And now I've got proper calluses on my fingertips (guitar player).  It's amazing how they feel, since they are actually supple and quite sensitive now (the old 'callous' was a hard plate of yellowish skin, these are 'flesh' colored like the rest.

But the thing that was the most incredibly amazing was lunch.  I went to McDonalds and got an Angus with mushroom and swiss (and mustard, of course).  That was an hour and a half ago.

It tasted *SO* delicious.  I was amazed.  It was just a fast-food burger (and fries--the reason I went there was I felt like fries today).  Every bite was heavenly.  It was like I was eating ambrosia from the gods.

And the other thing that amazed me was that I didn't eat it all.  I ate about 2/3 of the burger, and 3/4 of the fries, and I was full.  I even tried giving it a little while, and coming back, but I'm just not hungry.

Now, THAT is amazing.






     Whether this is true or not, its thoughts are nice. Kindness & empathy are the greatest virtues.  -F

The Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.

After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked... 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.

In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness.

'It's nothing', I told her..

'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.

'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.

I looked in the rear-view mirror.

Her eyes were glistening.

'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..' 'The doctor says I don't have very long.'

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.

She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds .

She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.

They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.

The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said.

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.

She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light..

Behind me, a door shut.

It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.

I drove aimlessly lost in thought.

For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.



The modern Turkish name İstanbul (pronounced [isˈtanbul]) is attested (in a range of variants) since the 10th century, at first in Azerbaijani and Arabic and then in Turkish sources. It derives from the Greek phrase "εις την Πόλιν" or "στην Πόλη" [(i)stimboli(n)], both meaning "in the city" or "to the city";[6] a similar case is StimboliCrete. It is thus based on the common Greek usage of referring to Constantinople simply as The City (see above). The incorporation of parts of articles and other particles into Greek placenames was common even before the Ottoman period, Navarino for earlier Avarino,[7] Satines for Athines, etc.[8] Similar examples of modern Turkish placenames derived from Greek in this fashion are İzmit, earlier İznikmit, from Greek Nicomediaİznik from Greek Nicaea ([iz nikea]), Samsun(s'Amison = "se + Amisos"), and İstanköy for the Greek island Kos (from is tin Ko). The occurrence of the initial i- in these names may partly reflect the old Greek form with is-, or it may partly be an effect of secondary epenthesis, resulting from the phonotactic structure of Turkish.

İstanbul was the common name for the city in normal speech in Turkish even since before the conquest of 1453, but in official use by the Ottoman authorities, other names such as Kostantiniyye were preferred in certain contexts. Thus, Kostantiniyye was used on coinage up to the late 17th and then again in the 19th century. The Ottoman chancelery and courts used Kostantiniyye as part of intricate formulae in expressing the place of origin of formal documents, such as be-Makam-ı Darü's-Saltanat-ı Kostantiniyyetü'l-Mahrusâtü'l-Mahmiyye[9] In 19th century Turkish bookprinting it was also used in the impressum of books, in contrast to the foreign use ofConstantinople. At the same time, however, İstanbul too was part of the official language, for instance in the titles of the highest Ottoman military commander(İstanbul ağası) and the highest civil magistrate (İstanbul efendisi) of the city.[10] İstanbul and several other variant forms of the same name were also widely used in Ottoman literature and poetry.[2]

After the creation of the Republic of Turkey in 1923, the various alternative names besides İstanbul became obsolete in the Turkish language. With the Turkish Postal Service Law of March 28, 1930, the Turkish authorities officially requested foreigners to cease referring to the city with their traditional non-Turkish names (such as Constantinople, Tsarigrad, etc.) and to adopt Istanbul as the sole name also in their own languages.[11] Letters or packages sent to "Constantinople" instead of "Istanbul" were no longer delivered by Turkey's PTT, which contributed to the eventual worldwide adoption of the new name.

In English the name is usually written "Istanbul". In modern Turkish the name is written "İstanbul" because in the Turkish alphabet dotted i (capital İ) is a different letter from dotless ı (capital I).

My mistress eyes are sparkling like the sun.
No coral on earth is as red as her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are mounds.
If hairs be wires, fine wires grow from her head.
I've seen roses demasked, red and white, 
And these roses dance in her cheeks.
And in no perfume is there as much delight
As the breath which from my mistress seeps.
I love to hear her speak, and now I know
That music hath no more pleasing sound.
I grant, I never saw a goddess go
My mistress, with each foot, kisses the ground
And yes, I think my love so rare
as to be entirely without compare.
When you get these kinds of things in email:

"MY HEART IS A LUTE"

Alas, that my heart is a lute,
Whereon you have learned to play!
For a many years it was mute,
Until one summer's day
You took it, and touched it, and made it thrill,
And it thrills and throbs, and quivers still!

I had known you, dear, so long!
Yet my heart did not tell me why
It should burst one morn into song,
And wake to new life with a cry,
Like a babe that sees the light of the sun,
And for whom this great world has just begun.

Your lute is enshrined, cased in,
Kept close with love's magic key,
So no hand but yours can win
And wake it to minstrelsy;
Yet leave it not silent too long, nor alone,
Lest the strings should break, and the music be done.

Anne Barnard [1750-1825]

I'm My Own Grandpaw!

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Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law and really changed my life
For now my daughter was my mother, 'cause she was my father's wife
And to complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad
For if he were my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grownup daughter, who was of course my step-mother

Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother too

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
'Cause now I have become the strangest 'case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know but it really is so
I'm my own grandpa

Bible in a minute

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But he showed up for the pre-game bonfire.  The 'King of Kings' statue was destroyed last night by an act of God (lightning).



Do you think perhaps He's trying to send a message about graven images?


Sure, I'll Give it a Plug

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I'm on the theta USA server, if you sign up.

Scars Fall Out

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I've had a scar on my chin since I was about seven and I learned the laws of physics in an abrupt and uncomfortable fashion.

It was always just a little bump.  I had to watch it when I shaved.

It fell off yesterday.  Came out as a bunch of white bumps just like the other things.  There's still a line in the skin where it was, but it's not raised anymore.

There's a Hole

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There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's some oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's some oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's some oil, there's some oil, there's some oil in a hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's a cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a cap, there's a cap, there's a cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's a plume, there's a plume, there's a plume on the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's sludge from the plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's sludge from the plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's sludge, there's sludge, there's sludge on the plume on the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's critters in the sludge from the plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's critters in the sludge from the plume from the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
There's critters, there's critters, there's critters in the sludge on the plume on the cap on the oil in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

With regrets to the 'folks'

This is masterful.  He addresses many of the current issues in the mid-east, and follows up with the Israeli Ambassador, who gets the most interesting final question from Stephen (Helen Thomas' remark purified).

BTW, I need to again remind you that this lying sack of shit (the Israeli Ambassador) is using the word 'rocket' where ANY American would properly recognize the item in question (if they were shown) as a 'firework'.  The Lebanese have 'rockets' (yano, with fins, guidance systems and warheads).  The Palestinians have hand made items.

Yes, the Gazans shot thousands of fireworks at Israel (they'd stopped, BTW, until Israel came at them on Election day).  Since they have to make them from pipe and piss, they don't go very far, and the damage they cause is marginal compared to a real 'rocket' or 'missile'.  It would be as if someone shot a really big skyrocket at you.

On the other hand, the Israelis have apparently developed some really interesting new weapons that they test out on Gaza.  One is a hand grenade with a radius of destruction of only a meter.


To The Elders

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I get this tripe in email pretty regularly about how good the 'old days' were.  Let me reply:

In the old days, you couldn't get any water other than what was coming out of the tap.  Today, water is fast becoming the new 'oil', and if we keep overpopulating, will be the cause of future wars.

In the old days, your friends were who you picked from the people around you.  Now, you get to pick from the whole world.

In the old days, you could dream that someday, Americans could do anything, even send a man to the moon.  Today, we can't even dream that we can clean up our mess.

In the old days, Americans were more self-reliant.  So much so, that they elected Reagan, who turned off many of the support systems, so that the taxpayers could keep their money and donate it to the charities (yeah, sure).

In the old days, Americans used money that was made from precious metals, so that one always knew how much the money was worth.  Of course, the Vietnam War cost inflated our currency, which Carter tried to fix, but ultimately Reaganomics made that impossible to sustain.

In the old days, manufacturers were allowed to build unsafe products and sell them to unsuspecting individuals, food providers were mostly unregulated, and simple safety rules had yet to be devised.  TENS OF THOUSANDS of people died, were maimed, poisoned or amputated in the process of developing oversight.

Today, we still allow banksters to build unsafe monetary products and sell them because Americans want to take all that money that they never donated to the charities and invest it in the next get-rich scheme.  Oh, but they lost it, didn't they?  Too bad.  

In the old days, doctors prescribed cannabis.

In the old days, the mixture of people in the population was SO whitebread that the kinds of 'discrimination' most likely to occur were WASP/Catholic issues and Northern/Southern European issues (the southern ones are 'dark' yano, and they smell like garlic).

In the old days, people were so concerned about the 'Red Menace' of the 'godless Communists' that they blasphemed the holy name of God and put references to Him on their money and in their 'pledge' (oath, which one is not to take, except to Him).  It's still there.

In the old days, most Americans were a bunch of provincial, narrow-minded, bigoted assholes with the misconception that they were somehow 'different' from other countries and immune to the types of corruption that happens elsewhere.  

At least that's still pretty much the same.
My, my.  I am passing it along, but I have to admit, once I read the list, I wondered if it was safe to store "Bounce" near humans and animals, or whether it perhaps had a MSDS listing.


bounce.jpgBounce This Along 


My mail carrier told me that the U.S. Postal service sent out a message to all letter carriers to put a sheet of Bounce in their uniform pockets to keep yellow-jackets away. 

Use them all the time when playing baseball and soccer. I use it when I am working outside. It really works. The insects just veer around you. 
All this time you've just been putting Bounce in the dryer! 
1. It will chase ants away when you lay a sheet near them. It also repels mice. 

2. Spread sheets around foundation areas, or in trailers, or cars that are sitting and it keeps mice from entering your vehicle. 

3. It takes the odor out of books and photo albums that don't get opened too often. 

4. It repels mosquitoes. Tie a sheet of Bounce through a belt loop when outdoors during mosquito season. 

5. Eliminate static electricity from your television (or computer) screen. 

6. Since Bounce is designed to help eliminate static cling, wipe your television screen with a used sheet of Bounce to keep dust from resettling.. 

7. Dissolve soap scum from shower doors. Clean with a sheet of Bounce. 

8. To freshen the air in your home - Place an individual sheet of Bounce in a drawer or hang in the closet. 

9. Put Bounce sheet in vacuum cleaner. 

10. Prevent thread from tangling. Run a threaded needle through a sheet of Bounce before beginning to sew. 

11. Prevent musty suitcases. Place an individual sheet of Bounce inside empty luggage before storing. 

12. To freshen the air in your car - Place a sheet of Bounce under the front seat. 

13. Clean baked-on foods from a cooking pan. Put a sheet in a pan, fill with water, let sit overnight, and sponge clean. The anti-static agent apparently weakens the bond between the food and the pan.. 

14.  Eliminate odors in wastebaskets. Place a sheet of Bounce at the bottom of the wastebasket. 

15. Collect cat hair. Rubbing the area with a sheet of Bounce will magnetically attract all the lose hairs. 

16. Eliminate static electricity from Venetian blinds. Wipe the blinds with a sheet of Bounce to prevent dust from resettling. 

17. Wipe up sawdust from drilling or sand papering. A used sheet of Bounce will collect sawdust like a tack cloth. 

18. Eliminate odors in dirty laundry. Place an individual sheet of Bounce at the bottom of a laundry bag or hamper. 

19. Deodorize shoes or sneakers. Place a sheet of Bounce in your shoes or sneakers overnight. 

20. Golfers put a Bounce sheet in their back pocket to keep the bees away. 

21. Put a Bounce sheet in your sleeping bag and tent before folding and storing them. It will keep them smelling fresh. 

22. Wet a Bounce sheet, hose down your car, and wipe lovebugs off easily with the wet Bounce. 

Quick, bounce this on within the next 5 minutes! Nothing will happen if you don't, but your friends will be glad to hear these hints! 

Radioactive fish found in Connecticut River

June 1st, 2010 - 7:02 pm ICT by Pen Men At Work -

Radioactive FishJune 1, 2010 (Pen Men at Work): The report of leakage of tritium and other radioactive substance into the Connecticut River by the Vermont Yankee nuclear plant which came earlier this year is showing consequences. The fish in the river are testing positive for strontium-90 which is a highly dangerous isotope and can cause bone cancer and leukemia.

The 38 years old nuclear plant on the bank of the river is currently under way to clean up leakage but there have been reports of contamination of soil with strontium-90.

Officials have said tritium has been flowing from the plant to the adjacent river, but it gets quickly diluted in the fast-flowing stream. State health officials have said that the nuclear plant most likely is not the source of the radioactivity in the fish, a yellow perch.

But a statement from John Till, president of South Carolina-based Risk Assessment Corp. that said that strontium-90 is present in fish are too little to be worried about comes as a relief.

Till added that he supports nuclear power but the industry should show honesty in discussing its risks and take the responsibility of environment protection. Replying to the query of whether people should avoid eating fish because strontium and other radioactive substances, Till also said that they should not as the amounts are too tiny to be a concern.

Humans across the globe have been absorbing tiny amounts of strontium-90 since 1950s and 1960s when the United States, Russia and China tested nuclear weapons in the atmosphere.

That's Bad, REALLY Bad

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Making fun of the dead.  Geez.  How low can you sink, ReeferHead?  Well, I guess I can go there, too:

Gary Coleman's Casket:

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Helen is one of my favorite people on Earth.  I'm gonna miss her.

She's right, too.  If all the Jews in Israel who were born in other countries left, they wouldn't need to steal the land and water from the Arabs.

The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Thank You, South Carolina - The Race to Replace Disgrace
www.thedailyshow.com
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Oh, and THANK YOU, South Carolina.  It's really fun to watch you.  I can see how Colbert got  like he did.  Speaking of which, his bit starts at 49:49, and includes Helen Thomas as a character in the skit at the end.

Followup

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Bizarre beyond belief is the way I'd phrase it:

A live version:

500 and counting

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If you weren't paying attention to the counter on the right, today is the 500th day since Israel broke the truce and started killing Gazans again.
Blow Job Etiquette - A Lesson From Women To Men
  1. First and foremost, we are not obligated to do it.
  2. Extension to rule #1 - So if you get one, be grateful
  3. I don't care WHAT they did in the porn video you saw, it is not standard practice to cum on someone's face.
  4. Extension to rule #3 - No, I DON'T have to swallow.
  5. My ears are NOT handles.
  6. Extension to rule #5 - do not push on the top of my head. Do you really WANT puke on your dick?
  7. I don't care HOW relaxed you get, it is NEVER OK to fart.
  8. Having my period does not mean that it's ''hummer week'' - get it through your head - I'm bloated and I feel like shit so no, I don't feel particularly obligated to blow you just because YOU can't have sex right now.
  9. Extension to #8 - ''Blue Balls'' might have worked on high school girls - if you're that desperate, go jerk off and leave me alone with my Midol.
  10. If I have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, don't tell me I've just ''wrecked it'' for you.
  11. Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwords is highly inadvisable if you would like my behavior to be repeated in the future.
  12. If you like how we do it, it's probably best not to speculate about the origins of our talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. See also rule #2 about gratitude.
  13. No, it doesn't particularly taste good. And I don't care about the protein content.
  14. No, I will NOT do it while you watch TV.
  15. When you hear your friends complain about how they don't get blow jobs often enough, keep your mouth shut. It is inappropriate to either sympathize or brag.
  16. Just because ''it's awake'' when you get up does not mean I have to ''kiss it good morning''


Blow Job Etiquette From A Male Viewpoint

  1. First of all, yes you're obligated to do it. If you don't, we will find someone (younger, prettier and dirtier) who will.
  2. Second, swallowing a teaspoon full of cream is a hell of a lot easier than licking a dead fish.
  3. You want to talk about farting? Does the word ''queef'' mean anything to you?
  4. I will use your ears as I see fit. don't worry about it and be thankful I'm not pulling your hair.
  5. When you're on your period, stuffing something in your mouth is the only way to stop you from bitching and moaning. Suck it up!
  6. Speaking of which, if you are bleeding for five straight days, you need all the fluids you can get. trust me.
  7. You bitch about the taste, but trust me when I tell you that we get the short end of the stick in flavor country.
  8. At least there is no danger of a dick bleeding in your mouth.
  9. Play with the balls.
  10. No matter how good you think you are at it, we've had better.
  11. Make hay when the sun shines. it's ''wide awake'' in the morning now, but when you get old and fat and looking for some action, I gah-ron-tee it'll be ''sound asleep".
  12. If you swallow, then you don't have to worry about getting any on your face, now will you?

More on Hutchinson Effect

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Leastways, I think it's about Hutchinson Effect.

The Expulsion of Milia

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I personally am not of the opinion that milia are benign.
And she shows the British TV audience (embedding disabled):


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JbieSOsMIk

The 'Super Quick Underwater Incident Device'

3D YouTube

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Hemp For Victory!

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This version is a 480p version, and they've time-compressed it (you might note the oddity in the audio if you are familiar with the work--it sounds a little 'fast').  But it compressed a 14:35 film to the required 9:59 for YouTube (and cut the slower ages' slower pace).

This is the original 'War Propaganda' movie from WWII that 'taught' American farmers how to grow a crop they'd just managed to make illegal.

I think the machines are just cool.

Yeah, I hardly ever do these, cause it's a pain to put all the pix in, but this one was worth it for sure:

Love and Sorrow: Swallows


Here, a female mate is injured and the condition is soon fatal. She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road. 


Here he brought her food and attended to her with love and compassion. 

He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead. 


He tried to move her ... a rarely-seen effort for swallows! 

 

Aware that his sweetheart is dead


Finally he stood beside her body.  

hometop

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It's been days since Israel broke the truce and started murdering Palestinians again.

Pres. Barack Obama
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Sen. Dianne Feinstein
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