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On the other hand, someone can be "beholden" to something, but not "behalfden".

Just my 2 cents.

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First, they are free - which befits my thrifty nature. Second, they are omnipresent in winter (at least in these parts). Third, no need for a license. Fourth, after the deed is done, they disappear. Fifth, no fingerprints!

But, best of all, is that the corner report will show that the victim died of . . . cold cuts.

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Asphalting an officer

One good thing, though . . . I finally got to hit a homer.

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It seemed that the person that they got to do the costumes used pigments that ran very badly. It leaked over everything and everyone. Unfortunately, they did not realize the problem until the dress rehearsal; which, because of a myriad of other problems affecting the schedule, was the night before opening night. To make matters worse, it did NOT wash off. So the costumes were a mess and the actors and actresses were colored.
I give the whole thing an A for hutzpah. The really worked to keep the old show biz attitude of "the show must go on."

What else could they do . . .

The cast was dyed.

]]> ~Buzzardo http://Buzzardo.deviantart.com/journal/18888237/ http://Buzzardo.deviantart.com/journal/18888237/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:28:45 PDT Please, check out her stuff, she is wonderful (and a good artist too!).

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I must pause for one fast second and say a fast word about oral contraception. I was involved in an extremely good example of oral contraception two weeks ago. I asked a girl to go to bed with me, and she said "No".

Take care.

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Twenty years ago, I called the Humane Society in Abilene, Texas looking for a cat. The lady there said that I was in luck as a 4 month old kitten was available for adoption that day. Her brother had been adopted earlier that week and was lonely for some company. We snatched her up. Little did we know the ornery, willful cuss we took into our homes.

On the way home, she bit my wife. Over the next few weeks before we could get her fixed, she tore up our apartment curtains with her incessant need for climbing. Every turn, she pushed her boundaries, till we were properly trained in her eyes. One example was the kitchen counters. We started scolding her and putting her down when she got up on them, and moved to spraying her with a squirt gun. She set upon a devious campaign. Whenever we were in the kitchen, she would sit on a chair infront of the passthrough bar and look at us . . . devilishly cutely. This went on for the better part of a week. Then she started putting her paws on the bar. A few days later, she was up to her elbows. The following week, she had progressed to putting her upper half on the passthrough bar. When she realized saw that we hadn't squirted her, she boldly hopped up on the bar. That week, she positioned herself closer to us, untill she was at the edge of the bar, almost into the kitchen. Then she started hanging her paws over the side, till they touched the sink. It was quite hilarious to see her pushing the boundries. Naturally we relented and the counters were allowed.

She was always full of sass. She constantly talked back. Always had to have the last word. If she didn't get her way, she would meander off and mumble vicious epithets under her breath. She could be worse than a child at times.

We had only had a Christmas tree up, once in our apartment. She put an end to that when when got caught in the garland and pulled it over. Quite a mess.

Her named changed through the years. When we brought her home, we named her Jan. She refused to respond to it. After seeing her energy, we started calling her Jazz. She seemed to like this . . . for a while. A few years later, she stopped responding to that. For some reason we started calling her Lina. This name stuck. We all seemed to like it. It got lengthened to her full name of Lina Mae Binswanger. Don't ask, because we don't even remember how that came about.

When get adopted a brother for her, she hissed at him for about a week. Once he was properly cowed. She accepted him. She would spend great amounts of time cleaning him, then once properly quaffed and preened, she would set about beating the snot out of him.

She learned how to open the screen windows and escape our apartment. However, it always seemed like she would wind up at our front door whining to get back in.

She had an amazing knack of wanting attention the very moment you were about to drift off to sleep.

One of her favorite things was riding in cars. It was amazing how much she would enjoy sitting on the back of our truck's seat and watch the cars and trucks pass by. She was a good passenger. Another favorite hobby was sitting on whatever you were reading. Her favorite food was bread. She went crazy for bread and would steal rolls off of your plate if you were not mindful.

Lina was certainly a character and I will certainly miss her. She could certainly be a pain, but she could also be a good friend. I count myself lucky to have had her with me for so long.

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Well, he looks into my ear with that thing and finds peanut butter. He also notices that I have rice in my hair. He has me take off my shirt to listen to my heart, but before he can touch my chest with his stethoscope, he has to wipe off some hummus. Finally, he is about to check my reflexes when some lettuce falls out from behind my knee.

Standing up, he has the gall to tell me that my problem is that I am not eating right.

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I walk into a department store.
I grab a carriage because I have a LONG list of things to do.
In the housewares section, I leave my cart in one row and go off in search of the things on my list in the local area.
I return a little while later with half a dozen things in my arms.
I drop them into the cart and head to the next section.

Sounds normal, right? Well, here's the twist.

I must have got turned around at some point and ended up putting my stuff into someone elses carriage. I didn't even notice that there were other things in the cart.
Well, the original cart owner got so pissed that she called store security.
I think she over reacted a tad, don't you think?

I mean, come on lady, it was only a baby . . .


Ok, that didn't really happen. I just didn't have anything else to write about that didn't sound like whining.

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I can't believe its February already. Seems like it was just a couple of weeks ago the year had just started.

I am starting on the Abs Diet plan for the next six weeks. I lost 25 pounds last year and I am at a good weight. Alas, most of the weight is still in the wrong places.

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I know the new year is an artificially induced piece of time -- a line in the sand if you will. So its not like you are really starting over - its more of a mental shaking of the etch-a-sketch in ones head.

But after the hell that holidays brought, I was looking forward to a "restart".
Fate, however, had other plans . . . bitch.

I really only have myself to blame. I dared utter the words, "You know, I feel really good." These cursed words were uttered on the Tuesday that I got back to work after a 16 day vacation. The very next day, the funding got cut on my project at work. I LOVE this project. Then on Friday, some punk steals the driver side mirror - popped it out AND broke one of the brackets so I need a whole new unit. Then on Sunday, the furnace (that was cleaned a month before), died because of a bad nozzle - i.e. no heat or hot water and had to waste an entire day waiting for a repair man.

Now, I will have to admit, that these are really "minor" inconveniences. There are people out there with REAL issues/problems; but, its like I am being pecked to death by a duck.

ARGH!!!!!!!

Ok, I'm out of cheese, so no more whine.

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I am angry at almost every aspect of me and my life.
I am angry that someone has taken off my rose colored glasses
I am angry that someone has shown me a world that I am can't be part of
I am angry that I always write myself into a corner
I am angry that I always seem to play the supporting role, never the lead
I am angry that I really CANT play the lead
I am angry that I can't be taken seriously
I am angry that I don't have the skills to be taken seriously
I am angry that I always seem to be the last one to the party and miss it all
I am angry that I can't seem to see what is right in front of my eyes
I am angry that I am incapable at seperating IC and OOC
I am angry that I don't measure up . . . ever
I am angry that I can't say 'NO' to anyone for fear that they will not like me
I am angry that I feel everyone is just putting up with me
I am angry that I will never be anyones Number 1
I am angry that I don't even know HOW to be anyones Number 1
I am angry that I am angry at some really nice, decent, creative people
I am angry that I hurt people around me by doing things to get them like me
I am angry that people will assume you are into the things that the people you associate with are into.
I am angry that I always seem to be the one to initiate things
I am angry that all this makes me seem desperate for attention
I am angry that I AM desperate for attention
I am angry that these things make me angry
I am angry that whether these things are true or not, I can't help feel they are

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Found a parody that I wrote when I was a kid when cleaning out a box. So I decided to post it since not a lot else is going on.

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What would a life reset button look like?

I was picturing an electric chair with a giant double bladed knife switch and some bad ass jumper cables. One supercharged jolt - BZZZT - and you are on the road you "meant" to take but ended up taking a left at the last fork.

Or a jet aircraft cockpit's eject handle - a yellow and red stripped loop. One pull and you are "out" and on the ground watching the remants of your old life burning up.

How about a wishing well - but instead of coins, you throw yourself in. You sink into the cool water and wind up back in your mothers womb waiting to be reborn (granted - this might be a bit of a shock to her).

I don't know. The best you can hope for in this life is when the person you hurt says that you may have broken their trust, but wants to work past it.

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This was a jam packed weekend . . .
Got an Oil Change
Worked on Dr. Rappaccini's next mastermind skit
Saw Cirque Dreams: Illumination
Saw The Miracle Worker
Saw Foghat
Oh, and I hurt a friend . . . badly. She is still talking to me - which is a testament of just how good of a person she is. Considering all the stress that she has been under lately, my forgetfulness was inconsiderate and down right inexcusable. I am truly sorry.

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Went to see the Wallflowers last night in Boston - specifically the Somerville Theater. The place has definitely been renovated since last time I was there (to see Porcupine Tree).

You've got to love a singer, who's interaction with the audience is "Thanks" about half a dozen times. Ok, slight exaggeration - but seriously; when I go to a concert, I want it chocked full of entertainment. I don't really care, how the tour is going, where you were when you wrote the next song, or what your dog had for breakfast. Sing, dammit. That's what I loved about Jakob and the Wallflowers -- lots of songs. The show was over 90 min and it was over much too soon.

John Fogerty is another "shut up and sing" kind of act -- and I have tickets!!!!!


On a related note, why can I come up with tear jerking stories when I am driving in my car or at a concert or in front of my computer at work, but when I am home . . . nada! GRRRR

]]> ~Buzzardo http://Buzzardo.deviantart.com/journal/15145034/ http://Buzzardo.deviantart.com/journal/15145034/ Sat, 20 Oct 2007 14:28:55 PDT
On a related note, I have been trying to figure out a good name for my band. I am not too concerned that I don't ACTUALLY have a band, nor that I cant really play an instrument. I think that if you have a good band name little details like that will fall by the wayside. I mean, consider Dream Theater. (Just Kidding)

Current ideas:
God and the Rescue Squad
Pong Ma Thon
Acoustic Tiles
Captain Creosote and the Flame Retardant Caravan
The Beatles

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