Lauren and the miracle league
Posted May 22nd, 2010 underLauren has been playing for the Mets in the miracle league for several years with the same buddy, Morgan. They love each other
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screw you, Bob
Posted April 13th, 2010 underIn a meeting where people are mocking my worldpress mad skilz.
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Advice from The Bloggess
Posted April 13th, 2009 under advice, The BloggessOk, She’s pretty much the only blog that I consistently return to read. Sure, I like following Neil Gaiman on Twitter, but I only randomly read his blog. The Bloggess ranks not only in my Twitter “Famous Peeps” column in TweetDeck, but I hit her blog for every new post. Now She’s giving out advice. Perfect.
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Undead Dog Dream
Posted April 10th, 2009 underhad a dream last night…
It was night. I was in a room in some third-world poverty level city. The room lacked carpet, was clean. It seemed more of an extended stay dwelling than an actual hotel. I looked out the curtain-less window and new the city. It sat on the shore of a landlocked sea. The building was one of the taller at 3 stories. The city wasn’t run down, just not wealthy. I knew the landscape wasn’t lush, but more craggy. Mountain ranges rose up on either side of the city and extended out along the sea… holding it in. The night was bright as few the few city lights in existence quickly gave up the fight to block out the stars.
As I watched, the waves began to churn and huge rolling walls of water rose and fell. In the bright light of the night, mounds of what looked like sea weed were gathered together and thrown against the rocky outcroppings of the shore. Within seconds an all too familiar reddish-orange light lit the peers and the first screams echoed into the night.
My heart didn’t beat… no breath on my lips as I witnessed flaming demons begin darting through the streets. Their “arms” would snap out igniting people attempting to flee in their wake. Some would float past old buildings, lazily running an arm along their walls as flames shut up. Within minutes, a wall of flame followed these creatures up and out from the sea.
A pounding on the door behind me snapped me out of my spell. I turned as the banged open and a small shape rushed in forcing the door closed behind it.
The shape spoke in quick, broken english… “MISTER! Y’ned ta leave now! Nod save f’ya here. We go now, ya!?”
This was my guide who I picked out of the crowd when I arrived. He had quickly become my companion as I explored the local area.
“What’s happening down there? What are those things?!?”
“…ykutizwy…” he whispered.
“What are… ykutzy?”
“Not ‘ykutzy’… ykutizwy… dog people… ancients who come back t’get r’vendge. We go now, ya?”
I stared blankly at him. ”This is insane.”
“Ya… In-sang… we go now, ya?!?”
An explosion off in the city. I ducked to the window seal and peered out at the destruction quickly approaching the building.
“What are the ykutizwy?”
“Dog people… ancient times… lived here first. Others came… killed all ykutizwy. King killed all dogs, too. Put ykutizwy in dog bodies and hung fr’trees. Long time g’by. Ykutizwy start falling fr’trees. Others start dying at night. Soon all dead. Trees dead. All things dead. Anything comes here died. Sea finally rose up and washed ykutizwy away. Long time later, we come. Build city. Live happy. But knew ykutizwy come back someday if not careful…”
I turned and looked back at him cowering with his back to the door in the dark.
“How could you know what happened if everything was washed to the sea?”
I sensed, more than saw, a shrug in the dark.
I sighed. ”What happened?”
“Someone not careful.”
Details in the room became more clear as the flames grew throughout the city. The electricity came on in the building flooding the room with crisp white light. We both blinked back in surprise.
“We take y’car an’ go now, ya?!?”
Looking out the window again, only this building had power. Fearing it would attract attention… “Yeah… let’s go!”
I threw my pack over my shoulder and rushed to the door as he cracked it open and peered out.
The phone rang.
I quickly picked up the receiver.
“Are you there?” a crackly voiced asked. I could just make out my sister-in-law’s voice from back home.
“Leisha?”
“It’s your grandpa… I tried to reach Gina, but she is at work. They called. He’s in the hospital. He’s on an IV. I’m not sure what exactly is wrong… what’s that noise?”
“ykutizwy… demons… the city is on fire…” I whispered in shock.
“What?!?”
I knew how I must have sounded.
“I mean… that’s what the authorities are saying to keep people inside. I think there is some type of political uprising. It’s mayhem. It’s not safe to talk. I have to go… I’ll call you or Gina when I can. Thank you for calling me about papa…” I put the phone down and we rushed down the stairs.
It was mayhem in the streets. People ran past, insanity in their eyes as they tried to flee for their lives.
We ignored the people and scrambled behind the building to the car. Just as we rounded the corner, an explosion knocked us off our feet. The car was gone… shards of metal laid scattered on the ground… embedded in the walls. A fiery demon stood in the wreck facing us. Flames rose 7… 8 ft into the air. Dark eyes stared down a long snout at me.
With a snort of flames, it moved towards me. I stumbled backwards into a barrel. It was one of the rain catchers on every corner. Fresh water wasn’t in abundance as the sea was more salt than water. Without thinking, I wedged between the wall and the barrel and pushed. As it tumbled, water splashed against the debris and all around the demon. Faster then reason allowed, the flames went out. A man stood before me with the carcass of a dog on his shoulders and it’s head over his brow. He let out a silent scream that shook the ground. He advanced again. With each step, the water steamed until the fur dried. Flames flickered over his body and quickly engulfed him…
My alarm went off and I woke up.
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Ashton Kutcher speaks for homosexuals?
Posted March 11th, 2009 under lessons learned, lifeOk, I really am asking for some clarification here. I’m not always politically correct, but always try to be respectful to people. I just don’t understand this statement made by Mr. Punk’d himself, Ashton Kutcher:
can we just get clear, calling some one “gay” or “fag” is as derogatory as calling someone a “nigger”. U look like an idiot when you do it.
http://twitter.com/aplusk/statuses/1311702726
I get “fag” being derogatory. But I’ve never known “gay” to be derogatory. As a kid, we used “gay” all the time to mean something what strange (Leia is Luke’s sister? That’s gay.). I think that’s fallen off from common sayings (like most things said in the 70′s and 80′s).
It wasn’t until later in life that I really understood homosexuality and the reference to “gay”. So, even if “gay” is derogatory now, I can’t imagine that it is on par with calling someone “nigger”. I don’t see how those are even in the same playground. Hell, there are groups that call themselves “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender“. LGBT organizations are all over the place. So I really question how “gay” is derogatory.
Honestly, I can’t see how “fag” is in the same category as “nigger”, either, but that is really why I’m asking. As is probably obvious to all concerned, I’m neither gay nor black. I’m not qualified to say one is derogatory. Neither is Ashton Kutcher.
