| communication |
[Dec. 9th, 2008|11:11 am] |
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Phone works again. Internet does not. Just so you know. |
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| Why not? |
[Nov. 30th, 2008|05:18 pm] |
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something -- a fandom, song, color, photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask you something I've wanted to know about you
f) Tell you my favorite userpic from your list
g) In return, you need to post this on your own |
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| Pocket full of miracles. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|08:03 am] |
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Silly name for a movie. Why keep miracles in your pocket, smashed between your wallet and your car keys? Miracles belong in a safer place, where they wont break or spoil.
My brain feels squishy, and I'm still jobless. Today I visit Adecco, land of the desperate in need of work.
I left the cell phone at home, so don't bother trying to call me.
Thats about it. I don't drive anywhere because most of my meager paycheck goes to gas (hence, why you local people haven't seen me). The rest of it goes to food and car insurance. It isn't enough money to go around, so I've started eyeing the $1.95 20-pack box of ramen. I wouldn't really call it food, but it would keep the stomach acid occupied. Besides, I used to eat it all the time as a kid.
Most of my time has been spent at home, applying online at grocery stores and other places, and playing video games. I tried mowing the lawn with an old fashioned lawn mower Nora had stored in the garage, but that thing was tilling the soil more than cutting the grass, so tommorow I'll just break out the weed eater.
Exciting, eh? |
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| Sudden shift |
[May. 4th, 2008|01:34 pm] |
So, Pete has found a place to live closer to the 2 colleges he is going to.
So, I am looking for more work so we can cover rent after June. any ideas/leads please let me know.
Alternately, we will have a room available.
$550 per month plus 1/2 utilities. Ya gotta be quiet-ish, clean in the communal areas, reliable with bill payments, and no smoking/drugs in the house. email me for details, if interested. |
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| Thought. |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Shallow reflection
Deep waters
Mind turns inward. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|10:48 am] |
Aries March 21 - April 19
You'll be struck by a painful realization this Thursday concerning the relative force and speed of ordinary city buses.
Taurus April 20 - May 20
By the time you get around to reading the rest of this week's horoscope, procrastination will already have gotten the best of you.
Gemini May 21 - June 21
Like waves crashing against a rocky shore, so too will your drowned corpse crash time and time again into a stone seawall.
Cancer June 22 - July 22
Your love of all living creatures will be on display this week when you open the world's first Animal Rescue Steakhouse.
Leo July 23 - August 22
While you've always considered yourself too proud to pay for sex, the stars alone know you're not too proud to pray for it.
Virgo August 23 - September 22
A bizarre chain of existential mishaps will result in your third viewing of the hit romantic comedy Sleepless in Seattle this week.
Libra September 23 - October 23
You will earn the hatred of scientists worldwide when a team of creationists uses you to definitively disprove the theory of evolution.
Scorpio October 24 - November 21
It could have been worse. You could have accidentally set 28 innocent schoolchildren on fire.
Sagittarius November 22 - December 21
You have a smile that can light up a room. Sadly, you'll be too depressed next Tuesday to do anything about the electric company shutting off your power.
Capricorn December 22 - January 19
Remember: It takes a big man to admit he's made a mistake. And an even bigger, more insecure woman to admit that, despite the prospect of his future infidelities, he might be the best she can do.
Aquarius January 20 - February 18
While you've often looked to the stars for guidance, a fashion dilemma this week will prove too difficult for even Kate Hudson to handle.
Pisces February 19 - March 20
You will finally land your dream job this week, an ironic achievement considering how little you'll be sleeping from now on. |
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| Bad luck |
[Feb. 24th, 2007|07:16 pm] |
It seems it was my turn.
I have not been on line for the last week. This is the reason:
Tuesday was my first day of Spring Semester. On this day, when I was driving on Rosemead Blvd to my first class an old man try to run across the road to get to the bus stop on the other side. Instead he smashed his head on my windshield.
He did not die. I was not at fault. Thats all I really want to say about it except that it's really been fucking with my head, and that if you're wondering why I've been really silent lately, it's not anything you did. |
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| New Tanc Recipe |
[Jan. 26th, 2007|10:10 am] |
NEIMAN-STYLE TANCS 1.0 (Recipe may be halved)
System Requirements:
2 cups butter
24 oz. Chocolate chips
4 cups flour
2 cups brown sugar
2 tsp. Soda
1 tsp. Salt
2 cups sugar
1 8 oz. chocolate bar (grated)
5 cups blended oatmeal
4 eggs
2 tsp. Baking powder
2 tsp. Vanilla
3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)
Formatting:
Measure oatmeal, and blend in a blender to a fine powder.
Cream the butter and both sugars.
Add eggs and vanilla, mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking
powder, and soda
Add chocolate chips, chocolate bar, and nuts.
Roll into squares, and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet.(or coat the bottom of a brownie pan)
Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Makes 112 Tancs.
NOTE: this product is open source. go to http://www.opensource.org/docs/definition.php
for details. |
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| Oh, the Irony... |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|08:16 am] |
 | You scored as Suicide. Your death will be suicide. What more can I say? Fact: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. If you want to know hwo you will commit suicide, take a look at your second highest percentage on the bar graphs.
Suicide | | 100% | Eaten | | 60% | Poison | | 53% | Bomb | | 53% | Stabbed | | 53% | Natural Causes | | 40% | Gunshot | | 40% | Disease | | 40% | Drowning | | 33% | Disappear | | 27% | Suffocated | | 27% | Accident | | 7% | Cut Throat | | 7% | </td>
How Will You Die??
created with QuizFarm. |
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| Musing |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|01:58 pm] |
Today I danced, and in dreams I sailed on a sea of souls, gliding on crescent waves under a silver moon.
And Calaban, in his grave, sang. |
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| Phone Update |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|10:13 am] |
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It is activated and seems to be working. However, For some reason Cell Phones get little to no reception at the house. So if you want to reach Gwynn or I, call the house first. If we're not at home, odds are one of us has the phone and has it on. |
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| Source code for "Panzer Tancs" |
[Dec. 24th, 2006|09:59 am] |
System Requirements:
* 1 cup butter, softened
* 1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
* 2 eggs
* 1 cup peanut butter
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
* 2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
* 1/4 cup cornstarch
* 3/4 teaspoon salt
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
* 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips (dutch chocolate if you can find them)
Formatting:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (180 degrees C).
2. Cream together butter and brown sugar. Beat in eggs, peanut butter and vanilla.
3. Add flour, cornstarch, salt, baking soda and baking powder. Stir in chocolate chips.
4. Grease and flour a brownie pan. pour contents in and flatten until it covers the entire bottom of the pan and the top is smooth.
5. Bake for 10-15 minutes.
6. Cut into squares or rectangles.
Note: this product is Open Source. go to
http://www.opensource.org/docs/definition.php
for details. |
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| From the Onion |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|10:02 pm] |
Last week at the supermarket, while shopping for my weekly supply of three dozen eggs and 12 pounds of mutton, I spotted a rack near the checkout lane containing several romance paperbacks. Normally, such trash wouldn't get a second glance from my coal-black eyes, but the sight of one book practically made my chiseled jaw drop. There, on the cover of Dark Passions was yours truly, Duncan Larksthrush, in the flesh.
At first I thought it must have been a coincidence. There must be thousands of men with huge, glistening pectorals and shoulder-length golden hair whose steadfast gaze betrays immeasurable fathoms of passion.
But there can be no doubt it was me. The cover artist must have followed me during a recent visit to my ancestral estate on the tempest-swept promontories of Northern Scotland. Judging from the picture, the sketch was based on the occasion in which I chanced upon Arden, the crofter's nubile young daughter, kneeling upon a rocky outcropping and picking some wildflowers from the weathered stone. Even though I had only just finished tilling seven acres of firm earth, I knew at once my broad, thewy arms could take her. "You rogue! I shall not allow this offense against my honor!" she cried out, her titian hair uncoiling in the Caledonian wind. As I dipped her low, her pounding heart betrayed her pleas for her chastity, and my turgid manhood would be denied no longer.
That bastard must have been hiding with a sketchbook in the bushes.
You can understand my smoldering rage. I certainly don't recall agreeing to have my well-hewn physique splashed across every newsstand and bookrack in town. Admittedly, my schedule has been full lately—I purchased a new leather arm cuff, reclined on an empty beach in my tattered sheepskin boots and full riding gear, waxed and re-oiled my chest—however, posing for the cover painting of Dark Passions definitely was not on my list. But apparently, a rugged, flat-stomached man's privacy means little to author Stephanie Blackmoore when it comes to the pursuit of profit.
I just hope no one I know sees it. The other blacksmiths would never let me live this down.
Nor can I imagine what would possess someone to depict such a scene. I was certainly far from respectably kempt: Having just finished reaping oats with my scythe, my white, blousy tunic was dirty and tattered. It was practically torn from my shoulders, and the striated muscles of my bronzed torso were exposed for anyone to see. And my errant tresses had slipped out of their leathern knot and clove to my cheek with the dewy sweat of a full day's labor. Blazes! Had I known I would be fronting a bestseller, I would have taken a shower and put on my nice red shirt, and maybe a tie.
I never asked for this. The life I chose to lead is one of solitude, whether I'm building log cabins in the foggy Ozarks, or tending to my vineyards in the Tuscan countryside. But those blissful days of rugged independence seem to be over. Will I ever again be able to collapse wounded into the arms of a busty field nurse during my town's annual Civil War reenactment without becoming the poster boy for the next vulgar potboiler?
Can't a brawny, brooding man ride his stallion slowly through the fresh-smelling air of a misty forest at dawn and think ruefully back to his tender childhood that seems to him now to exist in another world entirely—without having to constantly look over his perfectly sculpted shoulders?
No, this is no way for a free and unfettered man with a small fortune inherited from a distant noble relative to live. Therefore, I have decided to weigh anchor and set sail with my crew of strapping young seamen aboard my sloop, The Moonlight Arrow, toward destinations exotic and unknown. Once at sea, as the suzerain's daughter I have shanghaied from our last port-of-call clings hungrily to my abdomen, her honeyed breath playing about my breast, I will gaze stoically at the horizon from the prow of my ship, where none of those frauds at Harlequin/Silhouette would ever care to find me. |
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| Meme |
[Dec. 8th, 2006|07:11 am] |
Comment and I'll give you a letter, then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own.
So, comment and I will give you a letter and - then YOU will waste your life! Huzzah!
Ka: (Egyptian) A spirit that inhabits the body during life and may leave it in death, but requires the continued existence of the body (hence mummification or, by substitution, Ka statues) for its survival.
Kilt: A costume sometimes worn by Scotchmen in America and Americans in Scotland.
Kleenex: For those intimate moments that are after climax but before afterglow.
Kristi-poo: She's not on my shoulder anymore, but she'll always be one of my favorites.
Karma(Law of): The Hindu and Buddhist's Golden Rule.
Kăt'ə-mə-răn': phonetic spelling of catamaran: a kick-ass boat.
Klinc: The sound handcuffs make when they snap close.
Kevlar: Because you can make bulletproof fireproof rope out of it.
"K"(Constant): The easy part, in complex Math.
Kelvin: a more sensible way of measuring thermodynamics. |
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