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It's called "innuendo," ans. See your post #16. "Don't we sound silly? Honestly, I think you have the gift of glib and I like the feisty way you handle yourself, very much like I was at a younger age..." I'll spell it out: Either you were putting down the age I am, or the age you think I behave (with the latter, welcome to online commentary) If you didn't know you were doing this, well then, welcome to Subtext 101). If you are just trying to recruit your own soul back to sky dad, why did you come on with a judgemental comment about redeeming (or rather, "harvest[ing]") others'? Which reminds, you never did explain what a 'LEvi' is, in #10. I'm ready to be schooled meself, and all ears, ans :)— January 23, 2010 3:33 p.m.
Stuck In The Mud
Just lovely, refried. I hope the leak is fixed, and things are much back to normal aside from all the mud--too bad about those tests. Did they do the ultrasound yet, then? Why would they x-ray your chest as well as your leg? All this Kafkaesque mystery! (Better to think of it that way than as annoying bureaucracy, right? ;) "I imagined a dragon snapping at a sparrow." This line makes me think of Japanese manga. Glad you set it off on its own. The 'Jesus Stone': Interesting how often this image has been used in myth and folklore. A stone that grants a specific, complex wish, or any wish. I'd love to read that story sometime... What are the unofficial figures, then, for how many people died in '93 floods? Six-toed cat! I have one. He looks like he is wearing boxing gloves, and he uses the extra toe very expressively, just like a thumb.— January 23, 2010 3:15 p.m.
Road Rage on Horseback
Forgot to add the exception: I have enjoyed riding a motorbike that was the equivalent of a bicycle with a small engine in the desert, where it is allowed--places like Plaster City, where offroad vehicles reign. These areas have been open to riders of ATVs, ATCs, motorbikes, and dune buggies for many years, so there is no longer a question of whether or not we are ruining the indigenous flora of these limited areas. My cousin builds and races dune buggies in places like this, often near the border. One can share with others the joy of riding machines without guilt here--these designated areas are where your motorcyclists should have gone--and they know it.— January 23, 2010 2:10 p.m.
Road Rage on Horseback
I do not use the word HATE lightly, and I absolutely HATE motorcycles in the preserves. Hikers and horseback riders have to put up with the incessant whine of their machines, instead of getting the peace and quiet we all came to enjoy. Their selfish need to go fast out here, something they could do with aplomb in the city and on the freeways, ruins it for people who want to enjoy the little unspoiled land we have left--with respect. Motorbikes should absolutely be banned on all county and state preserves. Of course one problem is that even if they are banned, they trespass--and with the supreme arrogance that only braindead yahdudes feel with a half ton of metal between their legs. I've been unapologetically sprayed with mud while hiking, and I tell you what,derf, I would have gotten in that guy's face--and I'm a 5 foot 4 inch girl. It may be stupid, but motorbikes bring out the dumb animal rage your horse had the good sense not to feel ;)— January 23, 2010 2:03 p.m.
Watch Your Butts
Ok, maninthemirror's explanation helps, but still, I wonder what proportion you are stealing to what you give. Only you know that, and you haven't been forthcoming with that particular calculation. When you do, I assume you will be taking more, much more, than you put in. That makes you the biggest hypocrite on the planet. Everything you have ever said about how we are getting screwed by the government? I'll just wait to hear what you say before I continue.— January 23, 2010 1:33 p.m.
Doodle 3
Flagman, you rock! I feel like I've been standing at the bus stop, listening to the inevitable eccentric's colorful schtick, a collection of worn but earnest truisms and amusing anecdotes (except for the mugging and tasing--sorry to hear it). "Now this is what has me puzzled about religion and God - I don't understand why God would take Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, Barry White, The lead from the Chilites, Michael jackson and leave "Little Richard"." Leave out Luther Vandross, and I'm with you. Little Richard is milking the very last drop from his own legend. Take care, and share some more of your 'magical story' skills :)— January 23, 2010 2:51 a.m.
Pension Costs Reach 69% of City Payroll, Says DeMaio
re: #93: ASPCA...You rang? Certainly, sir, we'll be right over to take care of it: I'm holding up a dog biscuit. Got your attention, SP? Now listen up Puppy dawg, you need to SIT! Stop threatening JW. You've been out of line to the tune of one too many threats to him, including messaging via the Reader, which is the equivalent of pawing someone's leg with a muddy shaker. I love me some SurfP, but no one likes a pup who barks too often, and for no reason. Stick to facts, not threats, and all will be respected. You'll get more beggin' strips, too ;)— January 23, 2010 2:38 a.m.
Watch Your Butts
So you only rip off dead people, then? No wonder you think everything's a sham, flim flam Pete! ...Livin' off the grid, da da dah, da, da, dah.— January 23, 2010 1:41 a.m.
a mediation on a Goddess and pic of the growth
re: #16: Oh you just HAD to post this here ;) Good thing nan can take it--btw, did you WRITE this song, PP?— January 23, 2010 1:38 a.m.
a mediation on a Goddess and pic of the growth
Pete, you best be watching your prepositions! "On." Sheesh. Dream ON is more like it.— January 23, 2010 1:31 a.m.