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[20 Aug 2006|01:55pm] |
(mostly)
Befriend or unfriend as you see fit, no explanations necessary.
I will be quick to reciprocate either gesture.
(first posted 16 June 2004)
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[20 Aug 2006|12:35pm] |
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Okay, so remember that theory I had earlier?
Forget that.
Today I think that perhaps it's best to be free of (and from) That One Person. You know, The One That Got Away.
Think about it. Doesn't the fact that s/he got away imply that perhaps s/he never really intended to stay? And doesn't it also imply that you had to go out of your way to run after him/her in the first place? Now do you really need someone who needs to be caught? PFFFFFFFT!
Now hmmmm, maybe I need a theory or two to explain The One That Didn't Get Away Because S/he Couldn't Run Fast Enough ...
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| are you ready for the time of your life? |
[19 Aug 2006|09:31am] |
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i didn't think i'd ever see this again ....
ahhh such good, clean, low-budget fun. yayness!
Oh My! Paul Heaton was such a cutie then ...
... and i still get a kick out of seeing Fatboy Slim in doowhop mode. Hee!
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[17 Aug 2006|10:27am] |
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I have a theory.
Now I could be wrong on this one. And, in all likelihood, I probably am. But it seems to me that the inescapable (if somewhat overwhelming) truth is that there is just no getting over That One Person. Not completely. Not ever.
At best, you can resume living an illusion of normalcy. You’ll laugh, cry, live ... yes, maybe even love again. But never with the same fiery intensity as That One Missed Chance.
Would that we could all go through life never actually realising it though.
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| Dammmnnnnnn! |
[07 Jul 2006|08:41am] |
Jason Newsted, on bended knee, proposing marriage on live international tv ...
Why don't things like that ever happen to me?
(And no, I didn't intend for that to rhyme)
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[23 Oct 2005|11:09pm] |
Enzo found his way into the armhole of my robe ... and somehow got trapped!
( Yoda or ET? )
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[28 Sep 2005|04:27pm] |
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Darth Tater: Evil Rotten Spud
 "Unable to resist the force of the Tubers, Anakin succumbed in the fields and became the evil Darth Tater. In the process he lost his Jedi roots and became spud ugly, although powerfully well rounded. He ruled with fear and mashed through all those who would challenge him. Except for one Jedi that was mightier than he, and more of a spud with the ladies too. Luke Tuberwalker. In one of the finest battles in Force history, Luke Tuberwalker sliced up Darth Tater with his saber and created a Dark Side of fries which the entire galaxy enjoyed. Some with Mayo. Still others with Ketchup. Both with salt. Ok, we'll shutup now..."
 "It was just a stroke of sheer genius to combine two of the greatest things in life, Mr. Potato Head, and the sith lord Darth Vader. Enjoy this great moment in history. It may never return again."
"Each Darth Tater includes the Tater himself plus thirteen mix and match pieces (helmet, nose, cape, shoes, teeth, face plate, eyes, tongue, ears, arm and arm with light saber) to build your Tater up the way you wanna. Store the spare parts in Darth Taters behind when you aren't using them."
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[12 Sep 2005|05:54am] |
Me: Mannnnnnn, I'm getting old.
Him: Shut up, I'm older.
Me: But I feel older. Hah! So there!
Him: Ah, but as me dear old dad always says, "You're only as old as the man you feel."
Me: Hmmmm ... so does that mean I should start feeling up younger and younger men?
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| want |
[18 Aug 2005|11:00pm] |
SX3 Digital Camera Binocular
 3.1 Megapixel Camera (2048 x 1536 pixel resolution) 16MB Internal Memory is expandable using SD and MMC cards Viewfinder: 10x25 Ruby Coated Binoculars Zoom: up to 10X Optical Fixed (10X zoom reduces resolution to 2.1MP) Aperture: f4.5 Focal Range: variable (40ft to Infinity) Status Display: Monochrome LCD Tripod Mount USB and TV Out Ports Includes: SX3 Digital Camera Binocular, Light Guide Attachment with Strap, Neck Strap Carry Case, USB and TV Out Cables, Drivers and Bonus Software for Windows, User’s Manual and Quick Start Guide System Requirements: Windows 98/2000/ME/XP, Mac OS X, v10.2.0 or higher, 64MB RAM, USB Port Dimensions: 5” x 4” x 2” Requires 2 AAA batteries (not included)
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[01 Aug 2005|04:07am] |
While he was absent from school last week,
my nephew decided to inundate me with text messages,
thus prompting the following SMS exchange to eventually take place.
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| small yet orgasmic joys |
[21 Jul 2005|11:55pm] |
** nibble*savour*shudder*faint **
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[17 Jul 2005|10:22pm] |
You know nothing of love
till you've walked a mile in
Abe's ... uhm ... flippers
(icon made for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) abe_kroenen by gnarwhal)
Mmmmm hmmmm ... slashy goodness, deformed action figure style! With cameos by Elrond and a Fisher-Price Original (hence limbless) Little People boy 
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| holy hito, batman! |
[01 Jul 2005|01:07am] |
beware of catfish
This story from the World Wildlife Fund Newsroom shows what appears to be the largest freshwater fish ever found.
Holy Hito!
EDIT:
The WWF article failed to mention what happened to the catfish after it was caught. This story is more complete.
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| Paulus est monachus. Nunc Paulus cum mulo in silva ambulat. |
[26 Jun 2005|11:56pm] |
After a week of self-study, I can now converse in Latin.
But only about monks and donkeys walking in the woods.
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[16 Jun 2005|01:24am] |
There must be something in the water in Santa Maria, California that could account for the odd behavior of that bizarre celebrity. Not to mention the behaviour of the jury of his peers.
No matter ... I'm a firm believer in payback being a bitch. Karma, cosmic justice, call it at you will. What goes around really has a way of coming around again. I think that line from Once Upon a Time (Maria d'Oro und Bello Blue), my favourite animated fairy tale during my childhood, sums it up the best:
"For what you've done of your own accord, you'll ... receive your just reward."
Case in point (hopefully): the jury selection for the so-called "Mississippi Burning Trial." The movie of the same name did not really recount the events behind the gruesome racial crime, however. It was up to a little-remembered tv movie to spell out the real story.
 Murder in Mississippi was one of the last videos my dad ever bought me before he got sick way back in 1991. It had a profound effect on me, forcing me to go beyond armchair activism and out into the streets. It affirmed the fact that some things are worth fighting for. And while they may come at a high price, every bit of change is worth the risk.
Sometimes, when I sink into the luxuries and petty joys of my sad little suburban life, I forget that the fight never ends. The lattes, chais and diet sodas dilute the venom of vigilance. The pillows, comforters and fuzzy slippers soften the callouses of picket lines and marches. The guitar riffs and the drumbeats drown out the drone of perpetual local corruption and conspiracy. The books, movies and shiny baubles blind the eyes to the poverty all around.
And I grow complacent and uncaring. Lazy and caught up in my own little drama. Till, perhaps while channel surfing one lazy afternoon, I chance upon the the news and hear familiar names. Such as Killen. And Goodman. And Chaney. And Schwerner.
And something stirs, igniting the dying embers of selflessness.
Enough to stop shutting out even the annoying local news. Just in time to hear the same old worthless names and evil issues. Erap. Gloria. Jueteng. Payola.
And the growing indignation causes the vigilance to bubble and froth. The feet to itch from inaction. The ears to ring with rage. The eyes to sting with tears of anger.
Enough to start hooking up with old friends from the marches. Just in time to find the trusty old Chuck Taylors.
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(Though truth to tell, I'm all People-Powered out. The names may have changed but the corruption continues. And since I've helped overthrow one too many corrupt regimes in my three decades here on earth, this time around, the fight has to be for real change. God help me, I wonder how that will be done. And at what price.)
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[14 Jun 2005|01:47am] |
Battered and bruised.
Sprained, strained and sutured.
Infected and injected.
Part and parcel of the crash course on Newton's laws of motion as applied to now_a_pumpkin.
First Law of Motion:It's often been said that a now_a_pumpkin at rest will remain at rest unless an outside force (such as a nagging parent, a very cute guy or a slice of cheesecake) acts upon her lazy carcass.
However, recent empirical data has yielded proof that a now_a_pumpkin in motion — say, hmmm, walking in the rain while in heels — will remain in (uncontrollable) motion unless an outside force — say, hmmm, a big, bad paved driveway — slams into her. From like out of nowhere. Seriously.
Second Law of Motion:The force applied to a now_a_pumpkin is equal to the mass of now_a_pumpkin multiplied by the acceleration induced by the force. So if now_a_pumpkin doesn't want to feel that much force ever again, perhaps she'd better not increase her pudgy-assed mass with cheesecake.
Third Law of Motion:For every action there indeed is an equal and opposite reaction. So the next time now_a_pumpkin slips and falls, she'd best remember not to kick and hit the big, bad paved driveway in disgust and humiliation. Because, dammit, it kicks and hits right back just as hard.
Am also febrile due to another mishap, this time involving an infected digit. If he were alive today, Newton would probably add this now_a_pumpkin-specific fourth law of motion:Each time a disapproving finger is wagged at a severely autistic boy who is throwing of a tantrum, said finger risks getting caught between the teeth of said boy.
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| sound adbytes |
[25 May 2005|12:24pm] |
"You know, Ninang, if George Lucas was really half the marketing genius everyone says he is, then why didn't he release Revenge of the Sith on the 4th? Then his posters could have read 'May the 4th be with you!'"
— Alex, my 12-year old nephew
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[10 May 2005|01:37am] |
Fat Little Peanut learns to flip the bird
whatta smartie!
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| Enzo |
[23 Apr 2005|09:30pm] |
wild thang: when hair defies gravity
Abu Sayyaf?
 
1-2-3-PUSH: poopaliffic expressions
 
i'm crazy about the fat little peanut!
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| when things are too complicated to write about, do a me-me! |
[20 Apr 2005|11:43pm] |
mooooooing. because villainslair said i should.
A) Bold the names of guys you would definitely shag.
B) Possibly Shag after a little persuasion, put in italics.
C) Leave the ones alone you don't know of or wouldn't want to shag.
D) Strike the ones you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.
E) Add one of your own at the end.
( Doing the Do-Me Me-Me )
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