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A very, very, very bad Carl’s Jr. Commercial.
planetarium
(Completely swiped from
Something for your next Discordia game…
Complete text of a spam (Mike) just received under the subject line “planetarium” —
contingent apprehensions were breaking out into buds. When I allowed him to Mr. Dick represented the Government or the Opposition as the case
ask If I had not guessed this, on the way to the coffee-house, I could not appropriate to our Dora. Our dearest Dora is a favourite child
Whittling Down
Or, to use a Masonic symbol, chiseling away.
Chiseling away the bits of my life that suck energy from me. Leaving behind the projects and people who don’t return the energy I give.
The sculpture comes from the rough hewn stone. Find the image in the stone and remove anything that doesn’t fit the image.
There’s been a lot in my life that doesn’t fit. I’ve tried to hold on to them, but like lampreys, they just suck and suck and suck.
So, I’m getting rid of a few things. Letting my past go, letting it be the past. I don’t have the time anymore to deal with trouble or drama. It’s easy to tell who wants to be a part of your life: they give as much as you do.
A friend will tell you, “This is too much.” A lamprey will tell you, “Give me more.”
I’m ditching the lampreys and keeping the friends.
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There are so many mixed metaphors in that little bit. It’s like I threw a bunch of them into the blender and cranked the sucker up to “11.”
Funny thing…
When David Fincher was looking for people to work on the film adaptation of Fight Club, he would send them the book, and then ask what they thought of it.
He listened to their response, and then he’d ask, “But did you think it was funny?”
The folks who did got on the film. The folks who didn’t, didn’t.
Over ten years ago, a film came out that really rocked my boat. Not because I thought it was controversial, and not because I thought it was scandalous, and not because I thought it was a very good film. But damn, did I think it was funny. I mean, everything about the movie was funny. The plot, the acting, the public’s reaction to it… it all just made me laugh.
Now, they’re making a sequel. Somehow, I don’t think the sequel will be funny.
Prove Christ exists, judge orders priest
(thanks to
From the The Times:
AN ITALIAN judge has ordered a priest to appear in court this month to prove that Jesus Christ existed.
The case against Father Enrico Righi has been brought in the town of Viterbo, north of Rome, by Luigi Cascioli, a retired agronomist who once studied for the priesthood but later became a militant atheist.
Signor Cascioli, author of a book called The Fable of Christ, began legal proceedings against Father Righi three years ago after the priest denounced Signor Cascioli in the parish newsletter for questioning Christ’s historical existence.
Xmas Post Game Report
The first day was hell. The rest were much more pleasant.
The bigoted, judgmental fat ass hippie who stunk to high hell left after Santa Day. I got to spend good time with my folks and my brother.
Came home and ran Pendragon for a small circle of friends. Much fun was had. In fact, I may run it again tonight.
Santa Booty:
New leather coat
Sin City Deluxe DVD
Bruce Springsteen Born to Run Deluxe CD/DVD
Also, just yesterday, Buddy Rob bought me a BD present: a huge alchemy book full of nifty pics I can use for Secret (and just read for enjoyment’s sake!). Buddy Rob rules my schools.
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I haven’t seen Her since then.
I miss Her.
I know She misses me.
I can still smell her hair.
HELP!!!
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