Oh Internet! Poor poor blog, how we have strewn/strown from our original purpose!
It used to be simple...so simple. How did a blog called Nonsensical Gibberish become Sensical Information? It must have something to do with Rationality. FIE I say! FIE on Rationalism.
Henceforth, this blog shall be used only for the purposes of randomness! Oh, and information, politics, and fat chicks? I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE!
Well anyway, this should make you sufficiently ill.
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Bush runs commercials mocking Al Gore saying the he claims to have invented the Internet. Bush claims Gore is a liar and that he can't be trusted.
Gore never claimed that he "invented" the Internet, which implies that he engineered the technology. The invention occurred in the seventies and allowed scientists in the Defense Department to communicate with each other. In a March 1999 interview with Wolf Blitzer, Gore said, "During my service in the United States Congress, I took the initiative in creating the Internet."
Taken in context, the sentence, despite some initial ambiguity, means that as a congressman Gore promoted the system we enjoy today, not that he could patent the science, though that's how the quotation has been manipulated. Hence the disingenuous substitution of "inventing" for the actual language.
But the real question is what, if anything, did Gore actually do to create the modern Internet? According to Vincent Cerf, a senior vice president with MCI Worldcom who's been called the Father of the Internet, "The Internet would not be where it is in the United States without the strong support given to it and related research areas by the Vice President in his current role and in his earlier role as Senator."
The inventor of the Mosaic Browser, Marc Andreesen, credits Gore with making his work possible. He received a federal grant through Gore's High Performance Computing Act. The University of Pennsylvania's Dave Ferber says that without Gore the Internet "would not be where it is today."
Joseph E. Traub, a computer science professor at Columbia University, claims that Gore "was perhaps the first political leader to grasp the importance of networking the country. Could we perhaps see an end to cheap shots from politicians and pundits about inventing the Internet?"
So, it would appear that Bush is the one lying and can't be trusted. If it wasn't for Al Gore, you might not be reading this web page right now.
Robin Williams' plan...(Hard to argue with this logic!)
"I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan."
1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past &present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good ole boys", we will never "interfere" again.
2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany, South Korea, the Middle East, and the Philippines. They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence.
3) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them.
4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers.
5) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby.
6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while.
7) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.)
8) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything.
9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens.
10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH...learn it...or LEAVE...Now, isn't that a winner of a plan? "The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' "
Robin's shirt says "I love New York" in arabic.
From Metro - Feb.2/06
Businesses cracking down on graffiti
by Kenneth Jackson
A group of urban business associations have plans to make downtown graffiti a thing of the past.
Meg McCallum, president of the ByWard Market Business Association, said business owners are fed up with graffiti and her group has teamed with two other downtown associations to fight back.
With the added support of the Rideau and Vanier BIA's, McCallum has been drumming up ideas for a graffiti clean up and prevention program that she hopes can begin by May.
"We're still hammering out the details of how this is going to work," she said, noting that commercial building owners in urban areas have been battling a recent spike in graffiti vandalism.
One idea is to have building owners commit to removing graffiti within 24 hours of it appearing. McCallum said there's evidence that quickly removing graffiti 'tags' reduces the chances of a building being hit again in the future.
"By the second or third time they tend to get the message that there's no point of tagging, because it will be removed."
The associations are also considering hiring a private contractor to clean buildings when they are defaced.
They have received tips from Ottawa Police on how to deter would-be vandals.
Installing motion sensor lighting equipment and building gates and fences to block access to buildings are among the recommendations.
Ottawa Police Staff-Sgt. Paul Johnston said vandals must realize they are not engaging in "street art," but are committing a crime. They not only deface the building but the entire community around it, he said.
I know sometimes it seems like I think you're strange
The way I turn my eyes away and look at the window pane
Maybe it's just that I'm afraid you'll run away
If I told you all the things I've always wanted to say
I know the world is filled with promises and good intentions
How easily they can be taken for plain greed and misconception
Inside I know that trust is hard when you've been told so many lies
You love yet you despise the pain when something in you dies
Time and time again you've been told it would be different
I won't repeat those words, I'll only show you truth through my intent
A melody, a kiss, an embrace that lasts a little longer
Without words I'll show you how my heart grows fonder
The spark in your eyes, holds a meaning that words can't describe
They flicker every time you beckon me inside
Though sometimes I like to go outside and play
Darling to be honest, I cherish our lazy days
Hopefully what little I have to offer is enough
I've learned that it's okay to be in love
When we can't find the words to say
I'm sure we'll find another way
If I knew the answers
I wouldn't be asking questions
If I knew myself
I wouldn't be searching my soul
If I knew the whole truth
I wouldn't be looking for signs
I know one thing for sure
You make life a little more bearable
If I held the key to life
Should I tell the world
If I built a wall big enough
Would it keep you inside
If I held you close enough
Would your secrets become mine
I know one thing for sure
This love is sublime
If I could live forever
Would I watch the world collapse
If I found the answer to violence
Would I fight to keep it safe
If I lingered just a moment longer
Would it change anything
I know one thing for sure
I can't take my eyes from your face
If this is as good as it gets
Consider me ecstatic
If everything could be as simple as this
The world would last forever
If time is just an illusion
Then talk a little softer
I know these things for sure
Because in my dreams I've been to the end of time
And this I know for sure
Because I've seen you and I
What's even sicker than this
Is the fact that maybe none of this exists
Smash it all with a flick of the wrist
A mirror image, anonymous
If time is static, never flowing
It's really just the moments that keep going
I tried to catch one but it wasn't slowing
We've borrowed so much time by now I think we must be owing
What's even stranger than that
Is the fact that to me the world seems flat
Even from high on this mountaintop mat
Here in the Appalachians, Rockies, Ararat
What's even stranger than fiction
Is this reality addiction
Faith is judged by the severity of your conviction
That's hard when most of the world refuses to listen
So, if in actuality nothing is real
Then tell me why do we think, act, smell, smile, and feel
Why do filthy drunken bastards get behind the wheel
Why does it hurt when blood turns into steel
To feel so much
When reality's a crutch
Seems a bit out of touch
So and so, what's his name, such and such
Do you have a whiff of the gist
Why sometimes I get triste
And often downright pissed
I hide it well in the ethereal mist
This could become rather monotonous
Constantly debating the face of love and lust
Long after all the machines have run out of rust
And the last creatures begin choking on dust
Will our memory fade?
What will be left of the great plans we made?
Our greedy hearts cried out for blood but no one sharpened the blade
All of the debts never even got paid
What's sicker than all of that
Is a big thick pancake stack
A fat lazy cat
And a notebook full of raps
I'm just a simple man
With some real big plans
Trying as hard as I possibly can
Gotta gain some fans
With my full spray cans
Spreading the word of life throughout the land
I've got no evil in me, no malice or spite
Whether it's lyrics or graffiti, i just gotta write
Until that day when the people unite
I'll keep rhymin for free, and shinin my light
It's pretty simple, yo it's not complicated
I get so damn high, you can call me elevated
Most mc's these days just roll over and play dead
Like a psychologist I get all up in ya head
Figure it out, this mathematic equation
My songs don't get played on no radio station
Y'all fuck around you go on permanent vacation
'Cause I love life and money's never been my motivation
I thought about goin solo but that ain't right
Maybe there's more to life than rockin a mic
Beatdown and Wordsmith got my back in a fight
The only weapons i've got are my mind and my might
Te quiero mas que palabras pueden decir
Usted me hace mejor
Usted es el sol de mi dia
Algo pierde cuando usted es ido
Yo nunca pensé podría adorar este tanto
Por eso duele tanto despedirse
Este amor que tenemos se siente tan correcto
Usted me levanta arriba más allá de todos los problemas del mundo
Escribo estas palabras para usted sólo
Ningún otro puede comparar a su belleza
Si tuve mi manera, usted nunca sería besado
Por cualquier otro hombre en su vida entera
Quizá algún día yo tendré suficiente valor
Para pedir que usted ser mío para siempre
Te quiero, mi amor.
The pen rests in my hand
Fingers limp on the keyboard
Hear the clock tick and tock
I think this is writer's block
I've tried being off the wall
I've tried being casually brief
This brainstorm has passed over
Now no cloud in the sky
Brooding over three cups of coffee
My style went astray
I've dreamt of Kerouac
On the road at home and away
I know there's potential here
Paving the road to greatness
Each word a stepping stone
To publish my brain in print
I've tried to open your minds
To find the key to open mine
But when i picked the lock
I realized it was locked from the inside
Maybe this is all i've got
Is this the peak of my imagination
What do I have to sacrifice
To get some recognition
My bones bleach in the sand
Focused on the mirage of the reward
A lonely bird with no flock
This must be writer's block
Twas the night before christmas,
and all through the ghetto,
all the lowlives were drinking,
and listening to heavy metal.
The kids were all up,
and all loudly screaming,
"Where's Santa?" They'd shout.
They're all little demons.
And up from the rooftop, arose smoke and ashes
'Cause some guy passed out, left his smoke on the mattress
And all through the ghetto, an angel's chorus of sirens
Arose through the night, to combat christmas violence
As rednecks and hoodlums all started to fight,
They felt christmas spirit, and fucked off for the night.
Buddhist Oath
For as long as space endures
and for as long as living beings remain
until then may i too abide to dispel the misery in the world.
From Kendra's Blog: Author unknown
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?We make tools for these kinds of people. While some may see them as the crazy ones, I see genius.Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Where is my inspiration?
I think I lost it that time I sat down on the couch.
Maybe I should overturn the cushions and search for treasure.
Where is my motivation?
It probably got left behind when we got kicked out of the hotel.
Maybe I should call the lost and found.
I'm not really sure what to say anymore
I hope this doesn't sound too forced
Really, I am trying to be honest
Can you handle the truth?
What is my reason for living?
It's not that I'm depressed, no, not at all.
Quite the opposite, I'm searching for some meaning.
Why do I love you so?
When my heart became yours, I felt it.
Like we were only waiting for this to happen.
I'm beginning to understand
By writing this down
It's becoming more clear
With every word I hold on to a memory
Where are my revelations?
I expected a few more, but maybe life is really simple.
Maybe I should read some more philosophy.
What happened to my expectations?
I might've had some once.
Maybe they just get in the way of living your life.
Now, THIS makes sense.
What we have IS real.
I've found a key to happiness.
Shoot, now where did I leave it?
Beats pour from the city street
Metal clash, concrete buckles, heat & ash
Stereo made out of garbage cans sounds sweeter
Take cues from the barking dog rhythm section
Soundscapes to landscapes
From the mountaintop to the ocean
The stream's long-playing LP lasts a millenium
We just borrow these sounds, give them back when we die
Trees whisper, they aren't angry, they do battle with the wind
Swaying to the lazy tempo
They were influenced by their roots
Which go way underground
Back in the day we beat on drums
Made of skin
But all the songs were about being alive
Now we all sing about dying
As desert sands shift
They discover a new artist
Call him the next oasis
With a cool refreshing style
The mountains know, they were once big stars
On their slow decline
As they're mined for golden hits
They die a litlle more each time, waiting for their big chance, to erupt
Sounds leak from the clouds
Sometimes a frantic trance beat
Set in tempo to a laser light show
With a deafening climax
Car alarms on constant loop
Make your backbone slide
This crazy techno can't continue forever
Sweet lady birdsongs are forgotten, pure
Junglists dance in the rainforest
Trying to protect endangered species with their love
Death metal machetes slice bones making drumsticks
To pound out the beat backed by chainsaws
Only the universe knows
It has heard all these songs before
God's only a record executive
Waiting for the next star to be born
Just a moment or two
Spent with you
Is enough
These moments remind me
I am alive
And I love
The way your eyes reflect light
The way you know what I am thinking
When I can't find the right words to say
Silence is comfort
When everyone just wants to talk
But it's all been said
I have memories of you
But they're not as vivid
I remember what you look like
Our bodies fit
Like puzzle peices
You found the missing one
I'll drink you in, with my eyes
I'm thirsty
An oasis in the desert
Your kiss, the sun
Your love, the earth
And me, everything in between
You wear your emotions on your face
You'd probably
Be bad at bluffing
A limited edition
Something so rare
Highly coveted
I think I'll keep you
What fool
Would let you go?
I've feel like I've been here before
Walking barefoot down a dim lit hall
I recognize every painting on the wall
Yet still I feel like a stranger
I know I've said these things before
But somehow they've found new meaning
I'm so behind in my cleaning
But you don't seem to mind
I've watched you sleep before
But you've never looked like this
Your hair falls in your face when we kiss
Your make-up stains my pillowcase
I think I've had these thoughts before
The time and place remain nameless
All night long I talk and digress
What I meant to say was lost
What was on these hills before
A temple to an old god
A mad scientist's lightning rod
Now only you stand before me
In this place I've been before
Wandering lost without a purpose
I'm not sure how I earned this
The floor feels cold against my skin
Just like before
She said the words didn't matter
Listen for melody in the clatter
I couldn't help but hesitate
You say "before you go, don't forget
To tell me all the things you meant to"
Too late, I've put on my last shoe
And now you're waving from the window
So before I get in too deep
Something you should know
Wading slowly in the river's flow
I'll always remember this moment
Before this all started out
I'd never had a chance to dream
Singing softly like a muffled scream
My hourglass has been turned around
I know I've said these things before
On every door I've knocked in vain
For shelter, grief, and even pain
But wait, these things hold meaning
Before life, an empty space
A canvas blank, a better bet
Before it fades, just to forget
To drift away, in sweet harmony
I feel like The Machinist
Or wait - did I dream this
I must be a schemist
Do I even exist
Wait a minute - hesitate
Worked hard - never late
Letter sealed my fate
My eyes are agape
Sleep eludes me
Fear is all I see
What's that behind she
Car alarms nightly
This city doesn't sleep
I should be counting sheep
Mild and I'm meek
I feel like an antique
Like the machinist
I'll try and erase this
Remove every blemish
And catch 40 winks
Hey, sorry for not posting much....but you know how life is, don't you? DON'T YOU? Sorry for shouting. But it's frustrating when people are constantly whining: "Why don't you update your blog.......waaah wah wah?" Well stay tuned for more fabulous content!
Now everybody Freak Out!
Who doesn't like dirty limmericks?
Here is an exchange that Adam and I had on myspace. Vote for your favourite limmerick to determine the winner!
Please submit limmericks and I will post them.
Adam:
i once knew a man named patel
a hindu with too much hair gel
we shared a few beer
and spoke of Kashmir
then he blew me up as well
Dan:
I once knew a man from Orlando
Who looked like a young Marlon Brando
He pulled down his pants
And I stole a quick glance
Since that day, I've been going commando!
Adam:
I once met a girl half my age
who carried a skunk in a cage
she smelled bad its true
but better than you
and sucked balls for minimum wage
Dan:
I know this girl up in Poughkeepsie
Who gets rather loose when she's tipsy
So I slipped her a five
And she let me inside
But now I'm the worst kind of itchy
Adam:
there once was a russian named yuri
who loved to eat hot chicken curry
the naan bread it seems
soaked up his dreams
and came out his ass in a hurry
Dan:
If I had a spaceship or rocket
You'd probably sit there and mock it
But once it took off
You'd hack and you'd cough
And wave with your hand in your pocket
Adam:
I once knew a fair skinned blonde lass
for bus fare, she'd eat out your ass
One day at home
after a rusty trombone
I blew that bitch right back to class
Dan:
I once saw a man in the gutter
"Help me!" he stammered and sputtered
I offered my hand
And he said "My, that's grand!"
Then I wrecked his old face with my putter
Adam:
their did live a dame from New Delhi
who liked when you puked on her belly
but it just gets worse
shes terribly cursed
and her ass squirts petroleum jelly
Dan:
A dashing young man from the Glades
Who had quite a craving for trades
Gave up a dung beetle
In exchange for a needle
And now the poor bastard has AIDS
Adam:
there was once a great dane they called booker
whose owner was quite good at snooker
He'd hang out at the halls
and sink all the balls
then he'd go haggle with hookers
Dan:
There was a young girl from Long Island
Who had quite an unusual hymen
It seemed that the slut
Could make it open and shut
So she told all the boys they could climb in
Adam:
there was a young man who bred turkeys
he would dry them for all kinds of jerkys
one night he was tanked
and met this old skank
he now has some terrible herpes
Dan:
There once was a young girl from Reuters
Who fell victim to several looters
When she thought she'd be knifed
She begged for her life
And showed off her fabulous hooters
Adam:
there was once a young man who was bitten
by a vampire in woolen mittens
the curse it seems
affected he dreams
and he awoke with the head of a kitten
Dan:
There was a young lady from Kent
Who'd tell all the boys to get bent
But she would turn tricks
And suck any old dick
When it came time to pay rent
"Science is everywhere,
Robots are everywhere,
Computers are everywhere,
Color TV's are everywhere"
- Tom Green
Well it has been quite a while Dear Readers, but I am back on track, and in full swing you might say. While my job hunt proved unfruitful, a contact of mine at my previous employer forwarded my résumé to my current employer. After several interviews and tests they realized that I was the candidate I was looking for. I am undividely happy here, as the new HR Manager. I am also going back to school part time for the Project Management program at Algonquin. Yes, life keeps going so it seems. However, I was hoping to gain some revenue from EI for the two weeks I lost but no such luck. It seems funnily enough that there is a two-week waiting period during which no benefits are payable. Thanks for nothing!
Check it out! If you work in IT/IM, contact me!
So long for now,
Yours
I may have been a little harsh when I made comments about my boss (see "Two Weeks Notice"). She is a good manager, and is doing her best. She is trying to rectify the situation, and she works very hard. It's a little strange for your boss to be so excited for you to go on a job interview. That's how I know I was doing a good job, and everyone here is really disappointed to see me go. They're even taking me out for lunch on my last day. Sweet! I was getting pretty stressed out there for a while worrying about money, my car, my apartment, and what I was going to do if I couldn't find a job. Rest assured, I will find one. And it will be a good one. Besides, worrying only stresses you out and makes you tired, and I can't afford to be either one of those right now. I'll be strong, dear reader, confident, and please be the same for me in your thoughts.
I do qualify for EI, but I'd rather not use it if I have a choice. Luckily, I can afford to take a little time off. A mini-vacation! Really looking forward to going to Maine, it's gonna be a blast!
On another note, had a preliminary interview with Randstad, a staffing agency. They were very friendly and professional, and gave me the confidence I needed upon doing a skills inventory. They also tested me on Customer Service, Word, Excel, and PowerPoint. Here are the results:
Customer Service: 96%
Word: 93%
Excel: 93%
PowerPoint: 80%?
So, in other words, I am amazing. I'll keep you posted!
First of all, I'd like to say....relax. So what if Mr.Frey embellished certain facts, people, and events. It doesn't change the value of the story, and the inspiration it provides to down-and-out addicts is invaluable. Possibly the guilt that Mr.Frey felt for his mistakes led him to believe that the crimes he comitted were actually worse. Fuelled by crack and alcohol, he may have lost a sense of what was real and what wasn't real. Is he hurting anyone by supplementing his story? No. And besides, if someone (TSG) is willing to spend so much time and energy in disproving his theory, they are inadvertantly supplying free publicity! If you've got a problem with his claims, look at the book as fiction, and you will be happy once again. I don't see YOU writing a book. Get a grip, and maybe use your energy to solve real problems in the world. Putting down his book will make absolutely no difference to anyone anywhere, and is a big waste of time.
I just need to get high
One more time before we part
Just one more kiss
Will carry me through
My withdrawl
You are highly addictive
With no warning labels
I never want to come down
It is the perfect high
I never get burnt out
When I think of life
Without you
I get the shakes
Cold sweats
Nightmares
You always have
The high I need
And when I taste you
I forget about everything else
Drift away
I would give my soul
To you
For an eternal supply
But I think it's too late
I already have
You don't judge me
For being an addict
A dealer needs a customer
I am your best
And only one
There's no rehab
For this narcotic
Without it
I am
Empty
Just when you think life is through shitting on you it shits on you some more.
I was given two weeks notice at my job. I'm leaving on good terms, but still, it sucks the big one. In my opinion it is just shitty management and it's probably a good thing that I'm getting out now, before the ship sinks below water. I've already applied for a few jobs....so keep your fingers crossed for me!
This is one of the more rational and insightful blogs out there:
http://whomgodsdestroy.blogspot.com/
Seriously, religion doesn't belong on the Internet. Unless you want to be laughed at.
Man, Coke has really gone off the edge this time. What a bunch of retards! DO NOT BUY COKE ANYMORE......EVER. If you need proof, check out the ridiculously stupid www.thezeromovement.com
The other day, Tuesday, which, in the morning is trash pickup day in my neighbourhood, I noticed something interesting. In the afternoon, on my way home, I saw that many people had put out the wrong recycling for that week. Instead of plastic, they had put out their bins of paper. I mean, come on people. If you're really not sure what type of recycling to put out, here is my advice to you:
Look at the ten closest recycling bins of your neighbours. If the majority are filled with plastic and glass, then logic dictates that it is plastic and glass day. Unless you live in a really crummy neighbourhood, in which case you should move.
That is all.
There are common misconceptions about landfills, and what trash is composed of.
When William L. Rathje, Professor of Anthropology at the University of Arizona, learned that no one had ever dug into an American landfill, he formed the Garbage Project to discover just what was inside one.
People in a poll estimated that disposable diapers occupy somewhere between five and 40 percent of landfill space. Diapers were less than one percent by weight or 1.5 percent by volume of the waste in landfills.
The Garbage Project found that fast-food packaging accounts for no more than one-third of one percent of the total volume of the average landfill. Expanded polystyrene foam—used for egg cartons, meat trays, coffee cups, and packing peanuts—accounts for no more than one percent of the volume of landfilled garbage.
What is filling our landfills then? According to Rathje, it’s paper, especially newspaper. Rathje concluded that recycling newspapers could significantly lengthen the life of a landfill.
Recycle, people!
TrashSpotter teams are forming throughout North America as well as throughout the world dogg. Trashspotting as a sport was recently introduced a few months ago by characters from Matt Onstaad's (sp.) online web-comic called Achewood. It is a totally hilarious comic strip and should be read by everyone. www.achewood.com In any case, this sport was started by the character Emeril, and adopted by Spongebath and Roast Beef, who are all cats I believe.
In any case, TrashSpotting involves forming a team of 2-6 members who peruse a pre-selected or random route on foot documenting the trash and recycling they see. The recycling element seems to be more accessible, due to the obscuration of most garbage in bags. However, the mere existence of the trash itself leads the TS'er to certain conclusions. Yes, this household does create garbage. The volume of the garbage could lead you to make assumptions about the number of people in the household, and an examination of trash vs. recycling amounts may lead to certain conclusions about the environmental friendliness of said household.
In TS'ing, snacks and lively discussions are included on outings. A digital camera combined with a pencil and notepad make excellent tools to document your findings.
For more information on TrashSpotting, here are some useful links:
http://www.buyawhiteguyasubscriptiontoebony.org/forums/index.php?showforum=14
These should get you started and provide you with all the info you need to start your own team!
I'm sorry, but I really don't. Unless you were born with AIDS, then I feel sorry for you. If you're dumb enough to sleep with someone with AIDS or share a needle then you are dumb and deserve it. I don't think I need to elaborate.
So, Subway restaurants are phasing out their stamp card program. That was cool, getting free subs. Apparently if you still have stamps, you can redeem them for cash value (towards your purchase). Okay fine. It turns out that employees were stealing the big rolls of stamps and selling them on ebay. Hence, making a few bucks and giving lucky bums free subs for life....or so they thought!
Thanks a lot Subway employees, I hope that you were fired. You ruined the stamp card program for everyone.
I really shouldn't pick on fat people so much. After all, there is all of this extra food going to waste because of retardedly skinny people (see picture below). I can barely believe this but it looks like this woman got a boob job done. That's like giving skeletor a boob-job then skeletor goes out for a walk with a fanny pack. This person is ridiculous. They should go on a diet. Of eating!!! Food!!
So, I slept in your bed last night.
It was so comfortable, it smelt like you.
So, I did my laundry at your place last night.
Your drier is efficient, and my clothes smell like you.
So, I ate your food last night.
It was delicious, I made a pancake in your likeness.
So, I sat on your couch last night.
When something on t.v. made me laughed I turned to the spot where you sit.
But you weren't there. And through all these things I missed you.
My clean laundry in a pile on your bed.
My dirty dishes piled beside your sink.
Secretly I wished that these could be our messes. And I smiled.
Original Spanish Version:
Te quiero, mi amor
Te quiero mas que palabras pueden decir
Usted me hace mejor
Usted es el sol de mi dia
Algo pierde cuando usted es ido
Yo nunca pensé podría adorar este tanto
Por eso duele tanto despedirse
Este amor que tenemos se siente tan correcto
Usted me levanta arriba más allá de todos los problemas del mundo
Escribo estas palabras para usted sólo
Ningún otro puede comparar a su belleza
Si tuve mi manera, usted nunca sería besado
Por cualquier otro hombre en su vida entera
Quizá algún día yo tendré suficiente valor
Para pedir que usted ser mío para siempre
Te quiero, mi amor.
Now available in English!
I love you, my sweet
I love you more than words can describe
You make me better
You are the sunshine of my every day
Something is lost when you are gone
I never thought I could adore you so much
That it hurts when we part
The love we share feels so perfect
You lift me up above all of the problems of the world
I write these words for you and you alone
No other can compare to your beauty
If I have my way, you will never be kissed
By another man for as long as you live
Perhaps one day I will have the courage
To ask you to be mine forever
I love you, my sweet
