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Damn! Foiled once again by the Mid-Life. Man, I'm at the age where women are either too young or too old, aren't I? This sucks.... And no, Fish, I'm not implying you're old. I have no idea how old you are (and don't worry, I have enough respect not to ask). But if you change your mind about the Motel Sex, I'm all fingers- uh, I mean ears. Yeah, ears. That's what I meant to say.— November 13, 2009 11:27 p.m.
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Valid point. Didn't mean to sound like "those were the days" or anything. My apologies. I guess my humor these days has been seriously lacking due to the lack of humor in life lately. Yes, it really is that vicious of a circle. Anyway. Please, continue with the thread. Great post, as always.— November 13, 2009 10:59 p.m.
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Just trying to be funny with the claws comment, really. Sorry if I made you "grrrrr." SD, I think Asians might be a bit more submissive. Russians are pretty head-strong individuals, even if it's because of the vodka.— November 13, 2009 10:45 p.m.
Facebook and Food Fights in School
Interesting points but they almost seem too "common sense" to be taken as epiphanies. I mean, I agree (mostly) with what you're saying but at the same time, I found myself nodding and thinking to myself that I shouldn't be surprised that to some people it's not common sense. Anyway. As for the guy with the pregnant girlfriend, from what I've read and heard, the "fat chick" actually was his pregnant girlfriend and it was a joke between the two of them, as was the IHOP comment. But now that we're all up in his bid'ness, I think he should have to explain to everyone just what the hell that joke really means. I think we deserve at least that, don't we? Or hell, maybe we deserve better....— November 13, 2009 10:37 p.m.
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Ok, ladies. Put the claws away. Poor Pike was just stating his feelings towards marriage. Well, except for the joke he and his friend devised, which I must admit even I find slightly cruel. But then again, I'm the kind of guy who actually finds marriage to be quite a good concept. See, it's not marriage that sucks and falls apart... it's the people involved. Plus, it's a great way to get gifts and money... ha. As for the commercial aspect of marriage, well, again, that's the people involved. My marriage was simple, at her father's house in his backyard that we prepared ourselves, they had a family friend that played the bagpipes as we both walked in and out, and the photographer was a family friend. It was a fantastic Iowa day with a small group of friends, family, and the judge. After the ceremony we went to a botanical center (which was a glass dome and had streams w/ fishies and birds flying from tree to tree inside the dome) and it was a larger gathering there (again, even the DJ was a family friend). The bride even went so far as to make her own dress, which was actually pretty nice. Personally, I have always found spending all that money on a dress worn maybe once to be a bit much but at the same time, who am I to get in the way of a woman's happiness? So there are ways that marriage can be a good thing but really, it's a matter of opinion, just as you said, Pike. AG, Fish, SDaniels, I know Pike sounds like the typical male. Just don't hurt him. He means well. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish up my mail-order bride order. Being single really freakin' sucks sometimes and if buying some woman who doesn't speak a word of English and just wants to "fluff my pillow" is what it takes, well dammit, sign me up. In fact, I'll take two please! Yes, I have way too much time on my hands.— November 13, 2009 10:27 p.m.
Reality Shows and Rocket Men (I think it's gonna be a long, long time)
I try to avoid fires. I really do. But tonight... I don't know. I just feel like playing with one. Most likely I won't make any more comments after this but I also wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid. I see rino's point. Not that the white man is the devil but that his race has been terribly wronged. What makes it hard to get past, most likely, is that it's both still fresh and still happens. We may have a black man for a president but we still, as a race of humans, have not completely evolved from black persecution. HOWEVER, I just want to point out that persecution is in any race, color, or creed. It happens to all of us, even those of us that are left handed and/or wear glasses. It does not care about color of skin, only those that simply have the wrong information do. When I hear black people talk about racism, I pay attention but at the same time, all I can think of are my ancestors, Jews. Now, you want to talk about persecution. In the last 2000 years, the only time any non-Jew didn't persecute another Jew was somewhere around the 6th century. Seriously, look it up. Any time other than that 100 or so years, every other decade was a massacre or expulsion, if not both, an expulsicre, if you will. By the way, I plan on copywriting that. But getting back to the point, as a Jew, I understand persecution. Yes, it even happens to us in current times, too. It happens to Asians and Mexicans and Palestinians and Israelis and Iraqis and Americans and- aw, screw it. It happens to everyone. rino, you have a right to feel slighted and upset at how prevalent racism still is to this day. I can only assume that you have unfortunately encountered racism multiple times and that saddens me, only because a human disrespected another human over something so damn trivial. But please understand that the way you feel is only a step backwards. There is already a large amount of hatred and ignorance in the world over other aspects of life that race should not and can not be a hindrance to progress. I know that sounds cliched and liberal and any other flowery tree-hugging adjective you can think of but we are all connected, black or white, Jew or non-Jew, like it or not. Either way, I respect your honesty, even if in my opinion a bit misguided. Don't hate the playa, hate the game.— November 5, 2009 11:03 p.m.
Dirty Laundromats
Less than a block from me is a place called the Posh Wash. I love this place. Tiny, congested, but convenient. They have a little patio out back to chill on, three big screen televisions all tuned to something completely different, and the driers work very well for very cheap. It, too, is right next to a barber shop but no one really goes in or out of there. I don't feel comfortable leaving my clothes there for an extended amount of time but at the same time, while it's washing or drying, I have no problem running to a nearby store to grab a drink or something to munch on. I'll be honest, though. I would much rather be in the class of having it where I live. I have bounced around in both classes and just prefer the ability to wash a quick load of laundry at three in the morning if the mood strikes me. Call me lazy, a man who has forgotten what people of the old days had to do (i.e. washing clothes on rocks). Yes, I have forsaken my people and the history. Well, all I have to say to that is they're not here as three big loads of laundry are staring at them in the back, wondering when they'll be washed because they sure as hell aren't going to do it themselves. Now if you'll excuse me, the Posh Wash awaits.— November 4, 2009 11:54 a.m.
All In Seven Minutes
Thanks Josh. And I have never really liked that phrase. In fact, even the "hip" guy in his mid-40s with the whiteboard is annoying. The unfortunate part is that I enjoy what he is "drawing" in the same manner as I enjoy watching Bob Ross paint- out of sheer amusement, the only difference being the lack of desire to mute the television like I want to do with the UPS commercials. I say UPS needs to fire everyone in their advertising department. Anyway. Thanks for reading, Josh.— November 4, 2009 11:35 a.m.
The Sordid, Grisly Details
Thanks. It cleared up some but didn't go away completely. I powered through tonight, though. And Stella always does her part. If only I could get her to do the dishes, though. But I bet if she had a handy-dandy tabletop dishwasher....— November 3, 2009 12:32 a.m.
The Sordid, Grisly Details
Wait, wait. So what you're saying is for 165 bucks I can wash my dishes and at the same time sharpen my sword while Windows 98 takes its sweet freakin' time to load? I'm in!— November 2, 2009 11:43 p.m.