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2005-12-07 - 5:31 p.m.

I forgot what this entry was about


well this entry totally dissolved into the ether of yet another browser crash... my mistake was clicking on a myspace link... this computer just doesn't have the memory for myspace... dangit, it was a long entry of odds and ends and links to all sorts of stuff and most importantly, it was cleaning out my files and therein, my head...

all gone...

of course I never learn to remember to only type entries in a notpad file and NEVER trust a browser window... maybe I just like feeling stupid and wasting my time and losing all the fun memories of the browsings I did and the connections that might have been...

sucks...

instead of getting your much anticipated all-new 202 Things based on Nicim's 101 Things, you shall get whatever I might be able to scrap together from my babbling files because now more than ever I am determined to clean them out so I can start fresh cuz that's the most exciting way of babbling for me... if you were in my head, it would make sense to you too...

ok, now that you've been sufficiently cheered up and put into a jovial generous spirit, blue meany a hug...

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alright then, since you are obviously deeply caring souls, being that you just took a moment to send a hug and then came back here to find out more of what's on my scatter brained mind, your reward is a link, just in time for Xmas, to a naked picture bible... after all, you want your bible to be realistic and not just some idle fantasy, right?...

in other news, my car has tires... imagine, now I can zip around without skidding all over the place (my previous tires were rather bald)... watch out Orlando, I'm back...

call the President, it is obviously time to go to code mousemilk (I believe that is between orange and red)... you did see the banner, right?... the one with confessions of secret espionage or some such terrorist activities... I'd be careful waving that banner around an airport though...

obviously they drink a lot of beer at Manchester University... whether this is what beer does to genius or what genius does to beer, they missed some essetial variables, like does the formula work the same for both genders and what about homosexuals, not to mention the sex drive of each individual, how long it's been, and what if one of them is a nun... the Professor will obviously have to go back to the drinking board and rethink this research... meanwhile, I won't be buying Bausch & Lomb...

and just to continue to irreverent nature of this entry and demonstrate my affection for history and art, I now present for your holiday entertainment, old time cartoon porn...

in a completely unrelated incident, that is, not relating porn or sex to the person connected to the next link, I am still haunted by this song... seriously and deeply frozen in place and unable to move away without listening... it's where my heart might still be, at least until another falling in love experience comes along to sweep it off it's, ummm, a heart doesn't exactly have feet, does it?... well, you get the idea, right?...

and now, with further fanfar and much ado about it, it is time for a hooray cuz there are new words from dangerspouse... yes, the one and only himself has deemed to honor us with his internet presence again... I still think we should be privy to some tapes of his radio shows, but then, you never know when a New Jersey state trooper might be in the audience so maybe it's best that we don't go too public, at least not on that diary... my mailbox is open for private performances though...

anyway, Ms. Hiss got the rambling wreck of radio to come out of hiding in her diary (right here) and then, in hizzown, however briefly, to explain that he's not dead yet and has some affection for his starving fans... that's his own diary, for those of you still lost in groovy hippie lingo and not up to date on my own version of the z-slang... don't sweat it, you dig, man?...

now I know, segueing once again rather abruptly, that some people call him an idiot, but what is the guy doing if not living the American Way?... I mean, he comes up with an idea that attracts attention and moves right into a commercial enterprise... now ain't that America?... I mean, even the religious right have to agree...

so you know, the Flying Spaghetti Monster might have started as a joke and maybe it was divine intervention, but the since guy behind the website is gaining strength and if I were him I'd watch out for stray bullets from the religious right and other potential crazies who assassinate innovative thinkers and leaders...

can persecution be far behind?...

then this so reminds me of me, especially the me who started out writing before I know anything about anything except what I was sure of, and that was I loved writing and most everything else, including myself...

did you ever wonder what a frog's life might be like?...

I had much better stuff to say about this place when I remembered why I wanted to include a link in my diary, but now I am just gonna let you decide for yourself whether you want to go there... I would... but then, I enjoy warped humor combined with valuable information and a touch of good sense tossed in...

and I saved these questions for the next time I stared at the blank box (of a notepad file, dangit, remember that) and wondered how I was going to scratch out an entry in nearly no time... besides that, sparkspark is fun to read even if I am noit exactly sure what a sparkspark is... I suppose some of you might ask yourself what a candoor is when you come here...

ah, but what's in a name?... I might have mentioned that I found a whole lot of website mentions of some of my long lost adoptive family when I found a google search of their last name lead somebody here... if I haven't uploaded that ramble yet, it's coming, so I won't repeat myself here (hey, there's always a first time), but it's fascinating what searching for a name will bring up... I searched for old friend names and while the girls probably changed their names, so it's probably not them, it's fun to find people with the same name as people once very close to my heart (and still alive and well in there)...

and remember, say Happy Birthday on December 24th... yes, I include it today because I'll probably forget, but maybe one of you won't... all the other Happy Birthdays I had listed in this entry were eaten by the browser when it crashed, which is why this paragraph is down here and not up at the top...

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and then we come to the music at myspace that crashed the dang browser last time... we can only imagine what the previous rambles might have been like with twice the words and no bitter computer-hating mood... just for that, I won't include the adult sites I found over at myspace, at least not this time... I did save some pictures though, I mean, just in case I want to go back to being a porn-pervert...

go back?... yeah, well anyway, on to the music... the rasmus X alter bridge xdlx... that's all... not worth losing an entry over, huh?...

once again, as this catch-up continues (remember?), I'm not sure whether this next bit was already uploaded somewhere, so while it may have serious amusement potential, the bottom line (seriously) is that it is a sad world that needs this product... and our world, at least at the present time, does...

when I first read this next bit, which I found in this wookie's blog (that's his name, not any sort of sordid reference to any sort of sordid body part or any sort of sordid act), who is a Kiwi (and as my oldest online friends know, I just love Kiwis) who's thoughts run into deep waters at times, who I found while catching up with lingoslinger, who deserves more attention (time time time) cuz I keep finding great interesting fun fascinating paths to follow in her entries (also found another news blog and this news site worth browsing in my wanderings... anyway, I've always loved hippies and the whole love generation philosophy and this is what I was referring to when this paragraph started:

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1920's, 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs werecovered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a water bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chatrooms..........

WE HAD FRIENDS . . . we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live in us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They ?actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

moving right along to the strange and ridiculous, like is this guy trying to get on the talk show circuit?... I mean, I really want to know why he was hit in the head by a train twice... you'd think once would be enough of such fun and frolic on subways, but no, there must be something about getting hit in the head by a train that is just irresistible to some people...

back from the strange and ridiculous to the affectionately humorous, poolagirl is providing memories of Santa from a different perspective... the kids who are dragged to the Santa Place kicking and screaming... and a few odd Santa's... and you've gotta love her, even if she is cuz she shounds like Garrison Keillor sometimes... oh heck, maybe because...


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