Tales from the Floating Vagabond

Quiz

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 12:52:17 GMT

You Are Gonzo the Great

"Is something burning in here? Oh, it's just me."

You're a total nutball who will do anything for attention.

The first to take a dare, you'll pull almost any stunt.

You're one weird looking creature, but your chickens don't mind!

The Muppet Personality Test

Moved again

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:58:59 GMT

Well made it again to another location, even though I am trying to slow down I just seem to be moving more often now. Thanks a TON Greta.

A monolog on Monkeys

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:50:12 GMT

I figure I am enough monkeys, if anything I am too many monkeys, see I contract for companies that have thoroughly messed things up so they higher me to fix it. I figure they just didn’t have enough monkeys and I am enough monkeys because I fix it. My only problem is my monkeys are lazy, but if you can engage their interest they can do anything, engage their interest long enough and woo them well and you could marry their interest and it’s good interest like fourteen and a half percent compounded daily and you just don’t get interest like that any more. I figure I have enough monkeys for Shakespeare just haven’t found anyone with enough typewriters.

Work

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:46:16 GMT

I GOT A JOB!!! :D

It's part time, but pays all my bills. So anyone have time to play during the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays let me know.

Now all I need is a stable place to live.

Shield Cover

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 16:10:13 GMT

OK some of you know and if you don't know I play a boffer sword game. I am working on creating a shield and being the jester that I am needed a silly shape and or cover. My last one had a stuffed animal (pig) as the cover and was quite funny. Inspiration struck yesterday and it went like this.

Saw a stop sign and though shield cover, red with white letters "stop"

then to improve on it I thought make it so I can switch/move the letters to spell other things, or in my case misspell. The problems facing this is how to attach the letters, nothing hard like buttons and they have to be able to stay on during combat but still be able to switch them out.

Any other / better ideas would be good. If I am stuck with non-movable letters other ideas were yellow with yield sign, or a wrong way sign. Any suggestions are welcome, the sillier the better. The shield isn't that big, (like 2' across) and the what ever it is should be visible at a distance. and Please no target or target like concepts.

Life explained

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:18:58 GMT

On the first day, God created the dog and said:

‘Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in
or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.’

The dog said: ‘That’s a long time to be barking. How about only ten
years and I’ll give you back the other ten?’

So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said:

‘Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I’ll give
you a twenty-year life span.’

The monkey said: ‘Monkey tricks for twenty years?
That’s a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like
the Dog did?’

And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said:

‘You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer
under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer’s
family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.’

The cow said: ‘That’s kind of a tough life you want me to live for
sixty years. How about twenty and I’ll give back the other forty?’

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created man and said:

‘Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I’ll give you
twenty years.’

But man said: ‘Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my
twenty,the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and
the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?’

‘Okay,’ said God, ‘You asked for it.’

So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy
ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our
family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the
grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and
bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I’m doing it
as a public service.

How it Happened

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 00:58:41 GMT

My brother began to dictate in his best oratorical style, the one which has the tribes hanging on his words.

"In the beginning," he said, "exactly fifteen point two billion years ago, there was a big bang and the Universe--"

But I had stopped writing. "Fifteen billion years ago?" I said incredulously.

"Absolutely," he said. "I'm inspired."

"I don't question your inspiration," I said. (I had better not. He's three years younger than I am, but I don't try questioning his inspiration. Neither does anyone else or there's hell to pay.) "But are you going to tell the story of the Creation over a period of fifteen billion years?"

"I have to," said my brother. "That's how long it took. I have it all in here," he tapped his forehead, "and it's on the very highest authority."

By now I had put down my stylus. "Do you know the price of papyrus?" I said.

"What?" (He may be inspired but I frequently noticed that the inspiration didn't include such sordid matters as the price of papyrus.)

I said, "Suppose you describe one million years of events to each roll of papyrus. That means you'll have to fill fifteen thousand rolls. You'll have to talk long enough to fill them and you know that you begin to stammer after a while. I'll have to write enough to fill them and my fingers will fall off. And even if we can afford all that papyrus and you have the voice and I have the strength, who's going to copy it? We've got to have a guarantee of a hundred copies before we can publish and without that where will we get royalties from?"

My brother thought awhile. He said, "You think I ought to cut it down?"

"Way down," I said, "if you expect to reach the public."

"How about a hundred years?" he said.

"How about six days?" I said.

He said horrified, "You can't squeeze Creation into six days."

I said, "This is all the papyrus I have. What do you think?"

"Oh, well," he said, and began to dictate again, "In the beginning-- Does it have to be six days, Aaron?"

I said, firmly, "Six days, Moses."

3 in one day

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:45:52 GMT

Last Sunday I had the privilege of having 3 different women say we shouldn't be romantically involved....I am wondering if this is a message from the universe.

super villan

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:52:08 GMT

dys lexia - once she is done with you, you won't know up form down or left from right.

Bizarre check lists

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 22:38:17 GMT

I want it noted that this has never been on any of my to do or check lists but once it happened I had to add it and promptly check it off.

I got my shrink to tell me "do you know how crazy that sounds"

Yaa I got my box back!

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:38:28 GMT

Evidently it took them 2 days to clean it (outside and purely a line issue) but I have my car back :) and the whole thing only cost me 600 such is life.

Now I have the CD's I bought 3 weeks ago and can start making the music cd's for the trade off, I am wondering though when does that start, I haven't received any so I am thinking not yet.

Homeless

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:55:20 GMT

Well when it rains it pours, I am not only jobless, I am also soon to be homeless. Anyone know anyone looking for a roommate?

Jumping on the bandwagon...movie quote wagon?

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 16:47:07 GMT

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb (or Wikiquote) and find a quote from each movie. (or in some cases, just remember them.)
3. Post them here for everyone to guess the movie title.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it correctly and the name of the movie.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb/Wikiquote search functions.
6. No more than two correct per person, please. I know some of you are encyclopedic in your knowledge of dumb movie lines.

~~1. Jews in Space~~ orcjohn

2. No. No, you're not a bad mother. You're just a barking lunatic.

3. There's a time when a man needs to fight and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny's lost, the ship has sailed and that only a fool will continue. The truth is I've always been a fool.

4. Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

5. I love that word "relationship". Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship. A relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm... Britain. We may be a small country but we're a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend. And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that.

6. W capriciouslass capriciouslass

~~7. They've gone to plad.~~ triadruid

8. I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists. triadruid

~~9. E~~very time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy".~~..~~ opaljax

10. Let's get the hell outta here, Snake. I think I hear one of them silent alarms.

11. If there's anything around here more important than my ego, I want it caught and shot now!

~~12. See mommy picking the big lock? Someday, when you're a big girl, she'll teach you how to pick locks. Of course, she may still be picking *this* one.~~ orcjohn

~~13. ~~We are the Judean People's Front crack suicide squad! Suicide squad, attack! [they all stab themselves]~~~~ matchgirl42

~~1~~4. You always told me to stay off the freeway., You said it was suicide.~~~~ matchgirl42

~~15. ~~The time-traveling is just too dangerous. Better that I devote myself to study the other great mystery of the universe: women!~~~~ opaljax

I miss my box

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:09:23 GMT

I miss my poor little car :(

Old thoughts that someone got me to think of again

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:25:04 GMT

Warning these are very incomplete but after a good conversation I just feel like posting them anyway.

Parts of human

Animal + Intellect

Spiritual – Mental – Physical – Umber

Part
Spiritual	Compassion??	Mana	High energy/frequency	All knoldge?
Mental	Compassion??			Intellect
Physical	Empathy			Animal
Umbra		Chi	Low energy/frequency	Being?

Animal and Intellect

What people do can be covered by either of these 2 things or an aberration (usually of the intellect). The Animal is what drives our basic needs from food, to reproduction, it can be easily seen in our group interactions and dating. This is where your fight or flight mentality is, where your alpha personality and other such base pack instincts thrive. The intellect I am almost think of is divided into social and neurotic. Your social intellect is what curbs the animal similar to a parent by delaying, denying. The neurotic intellect is the part that was denied chocolate and wants it even though it’s not what is good for you; it takes the animals desires and twists or enhances them.

The best for these 2 is to remove the neurosis and let the intellect be in charge but to also honor your animal, don’t think of it as wrong or evil. By doing such I believe leads back to neurosis.

Who killed more God or Satan

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:20:10 GMT

How many people did God kill in the Bible?

It's impossible to say for sure, but plenty. How many did God drown in the flood or burn to death in Sodom and Gomorrah? How many first-born Egyptians did he kill? There's just no way to count them all. This list doesn't include those figures.

	SAB, Brick Testament	Number Killed	Cumulative Total
Lot's wife for looking back	Gen.19:26, BT	1	1
Er who was "wicked in the sight of the Lord"	Gen.38:7, BT	1	2
Onan for spilling his seed	Gen.38:10, BT	1	3
For dancing naked around Aaron's golden calf	Ex.32:27-28, 35, BT	3000	3003
Aaron's sons for offering strange fire before the Lord	Lev.10:1-3, Num.3:4, 26:61, BT	2	3005
A blasphemer	Lev.24:10-23, BT	1	3006
A man who picked up sticks on the Sabbath	Num.15:32-36, BT	1	3007
Korah, Dathan, and Abiram (and their families)	Num.16:27, BT	12+	3019+
Burned to death for offering incense	Num.16:35, 26:10, BT	250	3269+
For complaining	Num.16:49, BT	14,700	17,969+
For "committing whoredom with the daughters of Moab"	Num.25:9, BT	24,000	41,969+
Midianite massacre (32,000 virgins were kept alive)	Num.31:1-35, BT	90,000+	131,969+
God tells Joshua to stoned to death Achan (and his family) for taking the accursed thing.	Joshua 7:10-12, 24-26, BT	5+	131,974+
God tells Joshua to attack Ai and do what he did to Jericho (kill everyone).	Joshua 8:1-25, BT	12,000	143,974+
God delivered Canaanites and Perizzites	Judges 1:4, BT	10,000	153,974+
Ehud delivers a message from God: a knife into the king's belly	Jg.3:15-22, BT	1	153,975+
God delivered Moabites	Jg.3:28-29, BT	10,000	163,975+
God forces Midianite soldiers to kill each other.	Jg.7:2-22, 8:10, BT	120,000	283,975+
The Spirit of the Lord comes on Samson	Jg.14:19, BT	30	284,005+
The Spirit of the Lord comes mightily on Samson	Jg.15:14-15, BT	1000	285,005+
Samson's God-assisted act of terrorism	Jg.16:27-30, BT	3000	288,005+
"The Lord smote Benjamin"	Jg.20:35-37, BT	25,100	313,105+
More Benjamites	Jg.20:44-46	25,000	338,105+
For looking into the ark of the Lord	1 Sam.6:19	50,070	388,175+
God delivered Philistines	1 Sam.14:12	20	388,195+
Samuel (at God's command) hacks Agag to death	1 Sam.15:32-33	1	388,196+
"The Lord smote Nabal."	1 Sam.25:38	1	388,197+
Uzzah for trying to keep the ark from falling	2 Sam.6:6-7, 1 Chr.13:9-10	1	388,198+
David and Bathsheba's baby boy	2 Sam.12:14-18	1	388,199+
Seven sons of Saul hung up before the Lord	2 Sam.21:6-9	7	388,206+
From plague as punishment for David's census (men only; probably 200,000 if including women and children)	2 Sam.24:13, 1 Chr.21:7	70,000+	458,206+
A prophet for believing another prophet's lie	1 Kg.13:1-24	1	458,207+
God delivers the Syrians into the Israelites' hands	1 Kg.20:28-29	100,000	558,207+
God makes a wall fall on Syrian soldiers	1 Kg.20:30	27,000	585,207+
God sent a lion to eat a man for not killing a prophet	1 Kg.20:35-36	1	585,208+
Ahaziah is killed for talking to the wrong god.	2 Kg.1:2-4, 17, 2 Chr.22:7-9	1	585,209+
Burned to death by God	2 Kg.1:9-12	102	585,311+
God sends two bears to kill children for making fun of Elisha's bald head	2 Kg.2:23-24	42	585,343+
Trampled to death for disbelieving Elijah	2 Kg.7:17-20	1	585,344+
Jezebel	2 Kg.9:33-37	1	585,355+
God sent lions to kill "some" foreigners	2 Kg.17:25-26	3+	585,358+
Sleeping Assyrian soldiers	2 Kg.19:35, 2 Chr.32:21, Is.37:36	185,000	770,358+
Saul	1 Chr.10:14	1	770,359+
God delivers Israel into the hands of Judah	2 Chr.13:15-17	500,000	1,270,359+
Jeroboam	2 Chr.13:20	1	1,270,360+
"The Lord smote the Ethiopians."	2 Chr.14:9-14	1,000,000	2,270,360+
God kills Jehoram by making his bowels fall out	2 Chr.21:14-19	1	2,270,361+
Ezekiel's wife	Ezek.24:15-18	1	2,270,362+
Ananias and Sapphira	Acts 5:1-10	2	2,270,364+
Herod	Acts 12:23, BT	1	2,270,365+

But how does this compare with Satan? How many did he kill in the Bible?

Well SAB can only find ten, and even these he shares with God, since God allowed him to do it as a part of a bet. Steve's talking about the seven sons and three daughters of Job.

There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job ... And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters.
...
And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? Then Satan answered the LORD ... put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face. And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thine hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD.
...
And there was a day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house...And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. -- Job 1:1-19

So it seems that both Satan and God share the blame (or the credit) for these killings. If so, then the tally would be:

Source/Credit: Steve Wells Skeptics Annotated Bible Check him out: www.skepticsannotatedbible.com

THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:03:58 GMT

by Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."

THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:02:07 GMT

by Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."

Math and Women

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:07:16 GMT

Work

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 19:06:52 GMT

Sweet, I have a kinda sorta job.

Per job contract but 65 an hour. I figure I only need 10 hours a week. :D

Sweet armor

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 17:12:55 GMT

AAARRRGGGG!! worst week ever!

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:58:19 GMT

Wednesday it snows and while driving to work someone spins out in front of me, I break and end up hitting the curb with my tire, tire won't turn. Insurance is a good thing but there goes $500, and I get a rental for $5 a day. Then today one of the shipping trucks hits my rental! I shouldn't have given the 2 weeks notice. The rental agency wants my deductible (another $500) that I will get back once the shipping company pays them, even though the shipping agency already called them and admitted fault, and I have played that game trying to get mail in rebates, once they have your money it's hard to get back.

Anyone want to go Salsa dancing with me down town...help cheer me up.

WooT

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 01:39:58 GMT

Contracts up! I have been trying to tell my boss that for a week now and finally 1 day left and I get to him. I as him what his intentions are and get "have to have a meeting" and I replied with "you don't understand, offer, or I don't show up Monday." He spits out a pitiful number and I tell him his options now are for courtesy sake (and since my contract people asked me to) I offered to give 2 weeks notice. The next 2 weeks I am working to scale. I told him I wasn't working Saturdays either, he retorts with is that fair to the other guy, and I counter with "is it fair for me to have to stay 2 extra weeks?"

FREEDOM!!

My contract company loves me for putting up with this customer. I figure I can take some time off and take some of their courses, learn 2003 server and other fun stuff like that, start working on my MCSE.

If anyone wants to play during the day 2 weeks from now I will be free.

Brain Stuff, I am a sucker for brain stuff

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:56:51 GMT

Your brain: 40% interpersonal, 80% visual, 100% verbal, and 180% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.

Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:

Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%.
Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%.
Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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More Tabloid stuff

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:08:20 GMT

Well google has failed me but from my sketchy memory my 6 cover pics were love box of soap, fish boy (had gills and everything), 2 heads (the other was in my armpit), and the rest escape my memory. Articles were heaven is hotter than hell, woman swallows coconut (yes a ode to Python), and again the mind goes blank.

Stuart Quote
Actively seeking enlightenment so I don't have to reincarnate again, this one really Sucked!