Super Geek

This is one of the most amusing things I have seen in the last 5 minutes:

Click here to stop world hunger.

By the way Abe, thanks for this tip, but MY link works.

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How does everyone know that I had a bad year this past year? I didn’t tell anyone, especially that checkout girl at Shopko, but they all keep telling me to have a good new year…

I must talk in my sleep…and the entire world is listening.

People actually WONDER why I am paranoid.

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I love reading news from outside America: 2005: The year the US government undermined the internet

If I invent a new way of communicating, and decide to let others use it, do they have the right to tell me that I should not be in charge of it any longer, but instead THEY should have a say? Not bloody likely. So why, when the USA decides to share the Internets with This Spaceship Earth, all the Satanic countries, and the tiny little countries that want to blow us up; why oh why, do they bitch and whine and complain about how WE are running things? Why do they think that they can even begin to speak out against the Internets?

My advise to the rest of the world, but mostly Europe: Make something better. Call it Euro-Net. Let every country in the world have it. Fund it. Pour all your hard earned Euros into it. We will not bitch. We never do ;-). We will sit back and watch. When the Hitler of the new Euro-Net attacks and rolls his viruses under your Network-Cable-Du-Triamfs, you will come crying to us. “Oh Oh Oh!”, you will say. “We will give you croissants, and statues of liberty if you save our Euro-Net!” When we clean it up for you, as we always do, we will discover the the hamsters running their cages, to power the routers of your precious Euro-Net, have died, and that was your real problem. Then when we give you money for new hamsters, you will NEVER pay us back, nor will you give us croissants, so we will make our own. Additionally, the statue you give us will be made from copper, which is very succeptable to this planets corrosive atmosphere, and we will have to pay to fix it all the time. Thanks, assholes.

The first chance I get to take my family off this rock, I am sooooo gone…as long as they have a U.S. run Internet…

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Wait just a damn minute, Admiral!

Where the hell was I for “Pleasant Simple Simon“? The leprotic nature of your words sting me. I must not have been around to experience the seasonal joy and happiness that is Simple Simon. Oh, yes, you did say I was not as much of a retard as those nerds over at the Winter-een-mass website. That WAS nice of you.

Leprotic is probably the best ever word to describe YOU and PLEASANT in the same sentence. Only 5% of people exposed to you acquire the happiness. Your happiness creates blisters, boils, and numbing sensations. Don’t forget the nasal discharge or the yellow/brown infiltrated nodules (protuberances).

Ok, so how was that? Salty enough? Did I go far enough, or too far?

Funny, if one is only happy when they are angry, how can they ever truly be either? Darth Vader, a galactic renowned Sith Lord, had similiar issues…

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To those who know me:

I am geeky. You all know this, and either like or dislike me for it. I care not.

I am NOT this geeky though: Click for the gay!

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“Dr. E.H. Bronner 1908 -1997
A Life Dedicated to God, Mankind and Spaceship Earth

Emanuel Bronner was a third generation master soap-maker from an orthodox Jewish family in Heilbron, Germany, where he was certified as a master soap-maker under the rigorous guild system of the time. He was the heir to the family’s soap factory and business, but rebelled against his father and came to the United States in the late 1920’s. After the Nazis nationalized the soap factory in 1938, his parents and most of his family died in the Holocaust.

Dr. Bronner initially worked as a consultant to various soap companies in the U.S. However, most such companies were converting to the complicated synthetic surfactant formulations that comprise modern body care products, so he struck out on his own in the late 40’s. His ecological castile soaps and message of peace resonated powerfully with the counter-culture of the 60’s and 70’s, and he became an icon of the time.

Dr. Bronner’s essential vision and philosophy were born out of the fate of his family and the Holocaust, and are emphatic that we are all children of the same divine source: people must realize that we are “All-One!,” and that the prophets and spiritual giants of the world’s various faith traditions all realized and said this. Dr. Bronner was also grounded in a powerful ecological consciousness, and the soaps were an extension of this simple, natural and 100% environment-friendly.

Dr. Bronner passed away peacefully on March 7, 1997, amidst family and friends. While we disagree with Dr. Bronner on some idiosyncrasies in his philosophy, we revere him for his efforts to unite humanity and his exhortations to lead a more responsible life in respect to our environment and each other. We continue to make with care and integrity the fine ecological soaps our customers have loved and lathered with for 50 years, and we now make our soaps with all certified organic oils, certified under the USDA’s National Organic Program. We share our time, profits and energy with our workers and worthwhile causes worldwide.

Love in All-One, The Bronner Family”

Everything in quotes was copied verbatim from Dr. Bronner’s Magic Soaps website.

A-freaking-men!

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Allow me to wax disgustingly for a minute:

The toilet paper, if you can call it that, in the bathroom at work, has the word Envision on it. ENVISION, in big blue letters. What the hell am I supposed to envision, whilst expelling that which monkeys fling at each other from up in their trees? All I could come up with is Yoda: “Do or do not, there is no try.”

Envision…marketing people are paid way to much to do way to little. Not hard to see is it?
Envision…I am too stupid to know which way my contacts go on my eye.
Envision…The further we get away from our crap flinging roots, the closer we get to flinging crap.
Envision…Having the stones to get up and just go home.

Dr. Bronner should make TP. Then the labels would be MUCH more interesting to read…magic soap, indeed.

I say: “Bring on the magic butt-wipe.”

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The White Stripes

This is wonderful, beautiful, funky music.

The CD was “lent” to me by SS. Lent is a strong word. He left it in my truck. He can have it back someday. My son likes it too much that I don’t want to warp his fagile little mind by getting rid of it too quickly.

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Never, under any cicrumstances…no, wait…ALWAYS make sure you are drinking when using power toiols such as chop saws, drills, levels, and most importantly, tape measures.

I “helped” a friend of mine install a piece of fretted and painted wood above his sink, between the cabinets. We measured a bit long, so a bit was trimmed off each side, and then it was a bit short. We marked the sides of tha cabinets with a vast amount of lines as to show where the board would be held for installation, then The Instigator thought of the brilliant idea of cutting a couple 1/2″ stubs to be duct-taped above the board. This worked excellent for holding the board against while drilling and screwing. The drilling went fine. The screwing was a massacre. We(he) lost(supposedly it is in the garage) a screw, so only 3 were even installed, and of those 3, 2 split. One out the back and one out the front. A little paint will fix it. Maybe some putty too, because putty is as cool as duct tape.

There is still a gap between each cabinet and the board. A little putty will fix it. Or some chair-rail trim pieces.

It would look awesome with some colored velum paper adhered to the back, so the light gets diffused further through the frets AND colorfulness.

Please see comments for any corrections from SS. I may have been misguided in my descriptions, or simply have not done an adequate job.

I did earn some really cool sunglasses out of the deal. I LOVE them, by the way. LOVE them.

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It is utterly amazing that someone would rather be know as “The Instigator” than “The Agitator”. For as much of a linguist as I am not, I always thought that these two words had almost the same meaning. I am partially correct. They contain NEARLY similiar meanings…depending on who you are. Assumptions are my downfall.

I couldn’t tell if he was upset by being called “The Agitator”, or if it was just an inebriated discussion about what WE refer to him as. I cannot tell. Nor do I wish to dwell on it further. I did glean some amusement from the converstaion, though.

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