I spent this morning with Tab. I don't know why it's so important to spend time with her. The couple of times we've arranged to spend a morning together, I find myself wondering why I agreed to it. Not because of her. But her friends/family. Her step-mom is weird and a chain smoker. Her other friend Carey is cool but we have nothing in common. Maybe it's just the smoke. I can't stand cigarette/pot smoke. Bleh. I need more friends. Or I need to clone the few friends I really love spending time with. Maybe that would work.

It's Halloween. Samhain. Maybe I just need to call the corners and see what happens. Tonight is the night the veil is thinnest. Something's bound to come through and give me some idea what to expect this next year.

I have no job. Rather than stick his neck out for me, my boss chose to let me get the "either you allow us to screw you or we'll take the 'no thanks' as an 'i quit." I wasn't going to get upset over it but the boy brought it up and the more I think about it, the more that pisses me off.

I have bigger balls than the men I worked for. How about them apples?

Read 'em and weep:

We're fascists.

rarr!!

My left sinus is literally kicking my ass. And it's making me all kinds of cranky. I'm surprised anyone I've talked to this morning is still alive.

'Mr. England' bemuses Alabama locals
British foreign secretary visits American counterpart's home state

Sunday, October 23, 2005; Posted: 8:53 p.m. EDT (00:53 GMT)

PELHAM, Alabama (Reuters) -- British Foreign Secretary Jack Straw joined Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice for a weekend tour of her home state to promote understanding of the Anglo-American alliance, but Alabamans struggled to name him.

"You're the English guy," Joyce Delahoussaye said as she shook hands with the foreign minister of America's closest ally.

"I've seen you on TV, and they said you were from England."

"He's Mr. England," she said, introducing Straw to her son, Randy, as the two diplomats met displaced victims of Hurricane Katrina in Pelham.

At a ceremony to unveil statues in Birmingham, speakers variously called the visitor Mr. Shaw and Mr. Snow.

They also mangled his title, appointing him secretary of state to the commonwealth of the United Kingdom.

British and U.S. officials said the tour was designed to show Alabamans that diplomacy is relevant to their lives.



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There really aren't enough words to ridicule this...

[10.20.2005 - 13:36] InvisiGir1: hey there
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] itsmesunnyhehe: YO
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] InvisiGir1: whatcha doin?
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] itsmesunnyhehe: recording some stuff
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] itsmesunnyhehe: you?
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] InvisiGir1: nuffin
[10.20.2005 - 13:37] InvisiGir1: eating gummi bears ... heh
[10.20.2005 - 13:38] itsmesunnyhehe: yay!
[10.20.2005 - 13:38] itsmesunnyhehe: you should name them before you eat them
[10.20.2005 - 13:38] InvisiGir1: too much trouble.. i'm eatin' 'em two at a time, yo!
[10.20.2005 - 13:38] itsmesunnyhehe: lol
[10.20.2005 - 13:38] itsmesunnyhehe: you animal!
[10.20.2005 - 13:39] itsmesunnyhehe: must...save...gummi bears
[10.20.2005 - 13:41] InvisiGir1: it's too late... they're actually trying to change shapes to escape me... as if i care whether they have discernable faces!
[10.20.2005 - 13:41] itsmesunnyhehe: woudl you eat them if they were gummi goats?
[10.20.2005 - 13:42] InvisiGir1: probably
[10.20.2005 - 13:42] itsmesunnyhehe: would you eat them if they were gummi liver?
[10.20.2005 - 13:42] InvisiGir1: uh... i think so.
[10.20.2005 - 13:44] itsmesunnyhehe: you're an anmial carey!
[10.20.2005 - 13:44] itsmesunnyhehe: you don't want them to live?
[10.20.2005 - 13:46] InvisiGir1: the gummi bears? oh, they've had their chance to make an impact
[10.20.2005 - 13:48] itsmesunnyhehe: aww
[10.20.2005 - 13:49] itsmesunnyhehe: give them another chance
[10.20.2005 - 13:51] InvisiGir1: no! i am their lord and master!

Wi-Fi on the farm
World's largest hotspot stretches over fields of onions

Wednesday, October 19, 2005; Posted: 10:47 a.m. EDT (14:47 GMT)


HERMISTON, Oregon (AP) -- Parked alongside his onion fields, Bob Hale can prop open a laptop and read his e-mail or, with just a keystroke, check the moisture of his crops.

As the jack rabbits run by, he can watch CNN online, play a video game or turn his irrigation sprinklers on and off, all from the air conditioned comfort of his truck.

While cities around the country are battling over plans to offer free or cheap Internet access, this lonely terrain is served by what is billed as the world's largest hotspot, a wireless cloud that stretches over 700 square miles of landscape so dry and desolate it could have been lifted from a cowboy tune.

I think my kidney hurts. It's either that or my back. But the rest of my back region feels mostly not so bad.

I know I have more than one kidney. But it's the one that hurts that I'm concerned with. Not that other one that seems to be behaving normally.

I don't know why I didn't take any dayquil this morning. I should know by now that gummi bears are no substitute.

Pass Noikle's potato!!

http://www.passthepotato.com/potato-2.php?potatoid=051012211815-456917

Anyone selling a baby? I have a buck twenty-five eating a hole in my pocket...

My Dallas Stars put a whuppin' on Gretzky's Coyotes last night. Moo ha ha! I wanted it to be a shutout, tho. I know they're capable. They just have to focus more on controlling the puck and setting each other up for passes. Back when we had Sydor and Matvichuk, it seemed like there were more blind passes and just a better flow. Hopefully that'll come with time. We have some awesome new guys and I can't wait to see 'em go to playoffs!

I never have anything to do on my days off. If I wasn't such a wuss about driving, that wouldn't be the case, I know. The car I want is lacking an alignment... I don't know how important that is to the safey of the car/driver. I mean, I don't know if it's just a 'we probably ought to do this' situation or if the car desperately needs to have it done. I guess I should see about borrowing it for a while and let the boy drive it around a bit and see what he thinks.

I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!

"Lipsmackin' Thirstquenchin' Acetastin' Motivatin' Goodbuzzin' Cooltalkin' Highwalkin' Fastlivin' Evergivin' Coolfizzin' Carey."

Best. Slogan. Ever.

Lunch at CiCi's or "Why some people should not have children"

Today the boy picked me up from work to have lunch at CiCi's. As everyone who's ever been to CiCi's knows, it's always packed with children. Single moms bring their kids there. Families have reunions there. Many times, there are tables with only children occupying them and I've never figured that one out either. I must miss the moment when the embarrassed mother claims her spawn. I call them spawn because the Children of CiCi's are always loud and obnoxious.

So today was no different. At one point, we were observing a guy driving a VW Beetle in the parking lot. The sister in law comments that guys don't belong in some cars and this extends to a conversation about women who drive large SUVs. Fittingly, a woman pulls into the parking lot in an Excursion, with a befuddled expression on her face. Or maybe she's just a mouth-breather. I don't know. Anyway. She fits the profile of the Woman Who Should Not Drive An SUV. She gets out and pulls her skin-tight shirt out of her rolls of fat and proceeds to let her kids jump out of the car while she goes back in for something. I find this practice annoying because it speaks of a larger issue: disinterest in one's own children's safety. (Check out the grammar there! I don't even want to read back over that and see if I can fix it.) Anyway. After she brings her hellions in the restaurant, we get a further treat. The boy goes to refill our drinks and while doing so, this woman and her kids come up to get their drinks. He gets his ice and moves over a little to allow them to do the same. What happens? One of the kids shoves his glass in where the boy was about to obtain a nice cool fizzy beverage. Rather than smack her progeny and teach 'em some manners, she gives the 'uh.. sorry' that actually means "I'm stupid and I should be shot".

Where is all this leading, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

While we're eating, the boy points out a huge banner at the other end of the dining area that notifies everyone that CiCi's is moving across the street soon. Interesting. They've outgrown their dining room so it makes sense. 2 hours later, the boy and I drive by the same area after I get off work and I look to see what space in the other shopping center CiCi's will be moving into.

The empty one. Next to Planned Parenthood. As if to say "If you'd come here first, you wouldn't HAVE to eat next door."