Friday, February 11, 2005
I Just Heard the Good News...
I know that I have suspended myself from posting due to political depression, but this is worthy. The Great Satan will end his career. He won't win a title. He thankfully will not join the best team, and he will live unsatisfied. I, however, am very relieved that Karl Malone is officially retired. Rejoice in your own ways with your loved ones, but hold a special feeling of collective happiness from coast to coast.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Oh, yeah...I remember her, I mean him...
Tim Schnabel. I remember that name, I think. Wasn't he the thing we used to turn to get out of Mr. Hurst's classroom. Wait, no, no, no, that was the doorknob. Yep, that was the old doorknob, firlmy afixed as I recall, to the ooold door. Hmm....good times. That door was somthing, alright; always open...or closed...or kinda halfway there sometimes. It's funny how you see a doorknob so many times and you never think that it'll make it anything of itself. But here it is, reading and writing and going to Yale and really making a go of it. I didn't see that coming.
But more seriously, I do remember Tim a little. And speaking of little, he must be much taller now. I bet Delmar is not as high, however. Tim's sister Megan was in my class. Yep, Megan the 'Curve Killer', we used to call her. Nahh, just kidding, we didn't call her anything because we never talked to her or about her. She was always a good girl, though. Well, I guess she was, like I said, we never talked to her. She was crazy for jazz, I think. But enough about crazy Megan. Oh, one more thing...Robin Hubers once explained to me that she went over to Megan's to sleep over one weekend and Megan asked her if she wanted to do some homework. I told her she should let that be a lesson to her and to never speak to Megan again. No I didn't. I don't remember what I said, but I'm sure I wasn't funny or smart or helpful in any way. I'm much better now, though. But I never see Robin. It's just as well, though; I remember good times with the oold Robin Hubers, well, I mean the young Robin Hubers, actually. Yep...good times...oh, and she was a bitch most of the time. Boy, this turned out to be a 'hot & cold' trip down memory lane. But enough about Steve...(sorry, but "but enough about Steve" is a wonderful reference to Steve Childress, and ooold roomate of Brad Tinker. Brad and I used that reference often and loved it. You may or may not have known or remember).
Back to Tim. He, like his holligan sister, who shall remain nameless, liked homework. It may not be a coincidence that his name is almost Tim School. Well, not almost, but sorta. Maybe it's almost Dim Nobel or Tim's No Bell or Dems Noble, the latest employing a usefull phrase and a funny accent that I am confident has been uttered at some point in time. Hmm...maybe I'm almost Yeahs and Bird, you know, with a thick Brooklyn accent.
It occurs to me that we have a high percentage of well-educated lawyers or lawyers to be associated with TCCS. Well, not really a high percentage, but more than expected by me, not that I expected even one, no matter how much Lori Keyzer talked about becoming a lawyer someday because she liked to argue. I wonder what she's up to these days. I also remember her fondly...good times, good times. Bet she's not a bloggin Yaley, huh.
But more seriously, I do remember Tim a little. And speaking of little, he must be much taller now. I bet Delmar is not as high, however. Tim's sister Megan was in my class. Yep, Megan the 'Curve Killer', we used to call her. Nahh, just kidding, we didn't call her anything because we never talked to her or about her. She was always a good girl, though. Well, I guess she was, like I said, we never talked to her. She was crazy for jazz, I think. But enough about crazy Megan. Oh, one more thing...Robin Hubers once explained to me that she went over to Megan's to sleep over one weekend and Megan asked her if she wanted to do some homework. I told her she should let that be a lesson to her and to never speak to Megan again. No I didn't. I don't remember what I said, but I'm sure I wasn't funny or smart or helpful in any way. I'm much better now, though. But I never see Robin. It's just as well, though; I remember good times with the oold Robin Hubers, well, I mean the young Robin Hubers, actually. Yep...good times...oh, and she was a bitch most of the time. Boy, this turned out to be a 'hot & cold' trip down memory lane. But enough about Steve...(sorry, but "but enough about Steve" is a wonderful reference to Steve Childress, and ooold roomate of Brad Tinker. Brad and I used that reference often and loved it. You may or may not have known or remember).
Back to Tim. He, like his holligan sister, who shall remain nameless, liked homework. It may not be a coincidence that his name is almost Tim School. Well, not almost, but sorta. Maybe it's almost Dim Nobel or Tim's No Bell or Dems Noble, the latest employing a usefull phrase and a funny accent that I am confident has been uttered at some point in time. Hmm...maybe I'm almost Yeahs and Bird, you know, with a thick Brooklyn accent.
It occurs to me that we have a high percentage of well-educated lawyers or lawyers to be associated with TCCS. Well, not really a high percentage, but more than expected by me, not that I expected even one, no matter how much Lori Keyzer talked about becoming a lawyer someday because she liked to argue. I wonder what she's up to these days. I also remember her fondly...good times, good times. Bet she's not a bloggin Yaley, huh.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
You know...it's not just a cool website name..
Motley Crue - You're All I Need
The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell
So many times I said
You'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You're all I need, you're all I need
You're all I need,
And I loved you so, but you didn't love me
Laid out cold
Now we're both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news
Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news
You're all I need, make you only mine
I love you, So I set you free, I had to take your life
You're all I need, you're all I need, you're all I need
I love you so, so I put you to sleep.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
This is even funnier than my funny website names...
This is one of the little things that gives me the ability to look past the fact that in a few days our country may become the dumbest collective in the post 'point-and-grunt' history of great apes and humans. I can't figure out how to embed this file into a post (this is the first time I've ever tried it) so I've just posted a link to it for now.
Oh, and if you really like NurtiGrain bars, you'll love it.
Oh, and if you really like NurtiGrain bars, you'll love it.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Funny website names
A few years ago I started a file for storing website names that I thought would be funny. I thought that if I bought a domain that maybe I could use one of these for my site. Anyway, here they are. Many of them reflect on movies or nonsense or movies about nonsense, but I thought I would share them in hopes of amusing you. I wonder which ones are favorites.
www.bananashoestring.0catch.com
www.icecreamandcollards.0catch.com
www.lizardslip.0catch.com
www.shrubbery.0catch.com
www.argos.com
www.ihatekarlmalone.com
www.pardonme.com
www.longacre.com
www.thethillisgone.com
www.sportyspider.com
www.manbitesgod.com
www.bigbounce.com
www.goldenfleece.com
www.jasonboyd.com
www.imintrigued.com
www.iloveamy.com
www.andanotherthing.com
www.thereisnogod.com
www.pip.com
www.drink.com
www.pissoff.com
www.irregardless.com
www.thehorror.com
www.thecaretakerhere.com
www.hilloyd.com
www.whatwillitbe.com
www.temporarilylight.com
www.thatsswell.com
www.fivemiserablemonths.com
www.wordsofwisdom.com
www.butitdid.com
www.inandofitself.com
www.quiteastory.com
www.stackedneatly.com
www.butatsomepoint.com
www.tuesday.com
www.theinterview.com
www.nobodytoplaywith.com
www.goldenbrown.com
www.neverafrown.com
www.room237.com
www.twothreeseven.com
www.killmylandlord.com
www.greatdanesinthewater.com
www.letthebigdogeat.com
www.7kindsofwhathaveyou.com
www.kickinback.com
www.shinola.com
www.tiedupsmiling.com
www.bananashoestring.0catch.com
www.icecreamandcollards.0catch.com
www.lizardslip.0catch.com
www.shrubbery.0catch.com
www.argos.com
www.ihatekarlmalone.com
www.pardonme.com
www.longacre.com
www.thethillisgone.com
www.sportyspider.com
www.manbitesgod.com
www.bigbounce.com
www.goldenfleece.com
www.jasonboyd.com
www.imintrigued.com
www.iloveamy.com
www.andanotherthing.com
www.thereisnogod.com
www.pip.com
www.drink.com
www.pissoff.com
www.irregardless.com
www.thehorror.com
www.thecaretakerhere.com
www.hilloyd.com
www.whatwillitbe.com
www.temporarilylight.com
www.thatsswell.com
www.fivemiserablemonths.com
www.wordsofwisdom.com
www.butitdid.com
www.inandofitself.com
www.quiteastory.com
www.stackedneatly.com
www.butatsomepoint.com
www.tuesday.com
www.theinterview.com
www.nobodytoplaywith.com
www.goldenbrown.com
www.neverafrown.com
www.room237.com
www.twothreeseven.com
www.killmylandlord.com
www.greatdanesinthewater.com
www.letthebigdogeat.com
www.7kindsofwhathaveyou.com
www.kickinback.com
www.shinola.com
www.tiedupsmiling.com
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Infrequent brooding post by Jason
I used two toothpaste brand names in this blog without referring to toothpaste.
Do I agree that people are basically good? Nope. But whereas I definitely don’t dig the “are” part of the standard question, the “basically” part makes me positively gleam. Here are my thoughts; get ‘em while they’re mild.
All people want to be good. Very few are actually good. It is in human nature that we all want to make sense of things and apply understanding to out actions. We want to do what’s right, but that, sometimes if not usually, requires more resource than what we have. Therefore, it’s kinda hard to be good, and that’s the problem.
Most of us (about a Dove soap’s percentage, if not greater) are not very good at being alive. Oh, sure, some of our showiest participants can breath continually and eat every once in a while, but…well, come to think of it, we’ve created pitfalls in those two very basic areas of being alive, haven’t we? Just think about the two for 3.7 seconds and you will find a familiar way of doing each that combats our approach of staying alive. So yeah, we mostly try to stay somewhere above the death curve while we wedge fleeting thoughts of changing the world into paradise between the omnipresent consciousnesses of our inadequacies.
Dennis Miller, back before he accidentally lobotomized himself with too many funny-proof, obscure and unlinked references, said about then president Clinton that (and I’m paraphrasing here because I can’t find the quote) Clinton was basically a good man, but a man whose aspirations went beyond his abilities. Well, that, in a kernel carcass, is our cross to bear as humans. We all want to do good things, but we don’t always know how.
It brings me to think about how intelligent man is and where he fits in the evolution of our species. I think that we are at a point in human history where the tide is in. This is the trough waiting for the crest. We are in a corrective mode. Right now we are incontinent in our philosophical goals in that we are smart enough to know what to do, but too dumb to either motivate ourselves or figure out how to do it. So in the mean time we will just go play racquetball…or smoke some grass, or make a puppet, or sneeze, or whatever takes up enough time to allow our brains to move past its quest for greatness and truth and onto a quest for a taco.
By the way, I also remember when Dennis Miller would graciously and honestly say, “But that’s just my opinion, I could be wrong”. I should save some animosity for when that topic comes up on the blog page.
My point is that everybody, and I mean everybody, wants to be the best person in the world, admired and loved by everyone else. It is our collective and individual dream to find the solutions for which mankind has been searching so that we can build better humans. It is our daily work that mimics the unseen and unrecognized passion that lies, dormant in most, deep within our core being. We are here as part of the human set, priced too high but bought on sale, and our brains know that.
We desire the good because it makes sense to us, and we quickly abandon its pursuit because we can stretch our thinking only so far in a day before it come caroming back to us, hitting us in the eye. For me, I want to take out the little perfect part of my brain and show it to the world in hopes of advancing us all to a point beyond pain and insecurity and ignorance, but I can’t because I’m not smart enough to figure out how to do it.
Do I agree that people are basically good? Nope. But whereas I definitely don’t dig the “are” part of the standard question, the “basically” part makes me positively gleam. Here are my thoughts; get ‘em while they’re mild.
All people want to be good. Very few are actually good. It is in human nature that we all want to make sense of things and apply understanding to out actions. We want to do what’s right, but that, sometimes if not usually, requires more resource than what we have. Therefore, it’s kinda hard to be good, and that’s the problem.
Most of us (about a Dove soap’s percentage, if not greater) are not very good at being alive. Oh, sure, some of our showiest participants can breath continually and eat every once in a while, but…well, come to think of it, we’ve created pitfalls in those two very basic areas of being alive, haven’t we? Just think about the two for 3.7 seconds and you will find a familiar way of doing each that combats our approach of staying alive. So yeah, we mostly try to stay somewhere above the death curve while we wedge fleeting thoughts of changing the world into paradise between the omnipresent consciousnesses of our inadequacies.
Dennis Miller, back before he accidentally lobotomized himself with too many funny-proof, obscure and unlinked references, said about then president Clinton that (and I’m paraphrasing here because I can’t find the quote) Clinton was basically a good man, but a man whose aspirations went beyond his abilities. Well, that, in a kernel carcass, is our cross to bear as humans. We all want to do good things, but we don’t always know how.
It brings me to think about how intelligent man is and where he fits in the evolution of our species. I think that we are at a point in human history where the tide is in. This is the trough waiting for the crest. We are in a corrective mode. Right now we are incontinent in our philosophical goals in that we are smart enough to know what to do, but too dumb to either motivate ourselves or figure out how to do it. So in the mean time we will just go play racquetball…or smoke some grass, or make a puppet, or sneeze, or whatever takes up enough time to allow our brains to move past its quest for greatness and truth and onto a quest for a taco.
By the way, I also remember when Dennis Miller would graciously and honestly say, “But that’s just my opinion, I could be wrong”. I should save some animosity for when that topic comes up on the blog page.
My point is that everybody, and I mean everybody, wants to be the best person in the world, admired and loved by everyone else. It is our collective and individual dream to find the solutions for which mankind has been searching so that we can build better humans. It is our daily work that mimics the unseen and unrecognized passion that lies, dormant in most, deep within our core being. We are here as part of the human set, priced too high but bought on sale, and our brains know that.
We desire the good because it makes sense to us, and we quickly abandon its pursuit because we can stretch our thinking only so far in a day before it come caroming back to us, hitting us in the eye. For me, I want to take out the little perfect part of my brain and show it to the world in hopes of advancing us all to a point beyond pain and insecurity and ignorance, but I can’t because I’m not smart enough to figure out how to do it.
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