I don’t have the talent to engage in a mud-slinging contest. I guess that if you don’t roll in the mud, you will never have enough mud to sling around. Besides, when you sling mud, you normally also end up full of mud.
CS should consider registering as an educational institution. I have learned so much since I’m here. This weekend was no exception. Not only did we learn all about the benefits of having a high Emotional Quotient, we also learned who received a double scoop of it. And we were treated on a splendid example of what it looks like. Apparently it functions best with phrases like ‘low self esteem‘, 'finger pointing', and the likes of it.
If a high Emotional Quotient looks like that, I’d rather remain a plebeian.
And I even got the opportunity to deliver a mini lecture on Common Sense. Oh, how I love teaching!
I always believed that all people were created equal but it seems that some were created more equal than others.
If your Monday is blue, paint it red.
I get very annoyed when people cancel their arrangement with me at the last moment. More so when they initiated the events. And even more when they do it twice in two weeks!
Two weeks ago, I was invited to participate in a porcupine hunt. It was cancelled 24 hours before the time. The same person invited me again for this weekend. He just cancelled it 7 hours before I would have departed. Both times simply because
something cropped up.
This is disappointing. I was looking forward to seeing ‘my’ dogs again.
Sleeping over entails some preparation. This is unacceptable and if he were not a friend of such long standing, I would have given him a good piece of my mind.
When I first came here about three years ago, I did not attract much attention for a few weeks and everybody was friendly towards me. As I started to attract some attention, some of the older hands started insulting me. At first I took it as a joke but when it went on I started retaliating.
I was accused of being the same entity as the late Simmo, and also to be the same persona of an inactive blogger of long standing here. Now Simmo is gone but I’m still here. The other person is also still here, but I think that fantasy has also died an early death.
I was called narcissistic. I cannot even spell it, I had to look it up in the dictionary because I spelled it so wrong that my spellchecker did not even recognize it.
Narcissistic. Ah, I got it right this time. Anyway, I sat down and wondered if all those people could be wrong. Incidentally, that was the problem with all my enemies. They said I was narcissistic. Hey, I got it right again. Apparently, being narcissistic was my only flaw.
And I started working on my problem. I’m taking about being narcissistic now. I sat down and practiced to be humble and modest. It was hard work, but it paid off in the end.
I am no longer narcissistic. I am humble and modest now. So if that was my only flaw, I must be purrrfect now.
What I’m trying to say is that we all have our flaws, for instance I like to mock with myself and others but never know when to stop. People don’t always realize that I’m teasing and we have problems. Right now, we are only polarizing the blogs and it is not needed. The way we’re proceeding now, we are not going to end before some of us are suspended.
Let’s stop the crap now. If we don’t like somebody, let’s just ignore him or her. We are grown-ups and should behave like that. We don't have to read blogs that we don't like.
What a super idea. It is about time that we see who is who in this zoo, time for all these beautiful lassies on CS to display their assets above their shoulders.
But nobody older than fifty may enter this contest, not even if you look as if you are only thirty. All ages will be verified. To make it fair, those under thirty may not wear make-up. Reasonable, is it? See it as a sort of a handicap to level the field.
But if you’re too old to enter, don’t despair or feel left out. You, the beauties of yesterday, will be the judges of today. Unless of course, if you look twenty years younger than what you really are. We cannot intimidate the contestants with such eternal beauty, can we?
This is your opportunity to be judgmental without any fingers being pointed at you.
The last time I wrote about this topic, I was chastised to such extend, that it led to yours truly (and a few others) being suspended for ten days. Now, in retrospect, I know that there was another motive behind the attack. So, while it is safe to go back into the water, exactly what is a One-Night Stand?
The best definition I found describes it as
a sèxual encounter without any future expectations or emotional commitment, lasting only one night..
It would seem that if the act is repeated in future, or if there were future expectations or emotional commitment, it no longer qualifies as a one-night stand.
But what if they separate as planned and ten years later, they have sex again? Is it another One-Night Stand or does the second encounter cancel the first One-Night Stand? Can the same two people have more than one One-Night Stands? Or does that classify under
no strings attached?
If I understand this right, we cannot call it a One-Night Stand if the relationship was terminated prematurely for some reason while the couple had future expectations or emotional commitment at the time, even though they had sex only once.
Enlighten me please?
May this day bring only happiness and joy.
At last I found the place where I’m going to retire. At least the people there know what they’re doing and what they still plan to do. I hope that I will still be able to make a positive contribution to the town’s activities when the time comes.
What will be next? A man and his wife were arrested in Florida for selling faked tickets to heaven to hundreds of people. They sold wood tablets (spray painted gold) on the street for $99.99 per ticket, told their patrons the tickets were made from solid gold and each ticket reserved the buyer a spot in heaven.
Apparently selling tickets to heaven is not against the law, but claiming that it was solid gold is.
In his police statement, the man said:
I don’t care what the police say. The tickets are solid gold… it ain’t cut up two by fours I spray painted gold. And it was Jesus who give them to me behind the KFC and said to sell them so I could get me some money to go to outer space. I met an alien named Stevie who said if I got the cash together he’d take me and my wife on his flying saucer to his planet that’s made entirely of crack cocaine. You can smoke all the crack cocaine there you want… totally free. So, try to send an innocent man to jail and see what happens. You should arrest Jesus because he’s the one that gave me the golden tickets and said to sell them. I’m willing to wear a wire and set Jesus up… His wife said in her police statement:
We just wanted to leave earth and go to space and smoke rock cocaine. I didn’t do nothing. Tito sold the golden tickets to heaven. I just watched.
The police confiscated over $10,000 in cash, five crack pipes, and a baby alligator.
Is this for real? Who buys wood thinking it is gold?
Suicide must be the worse sin you can commit for it leaves you without the opportunity to regret. Not a nice topic, but it happens all the time; as it just happened in my neighborhood.
It also is the worse crime one can commit; a coldblooded, premeditated murder while deliberately leaving enough clues around to be convicted in a court of law. Sometimes even leaving a written confession, before absconding to avoid standing trial. Well, at least in this world anyway.
A deed planned in detail and executed to perfection. Premeditated! Punishable by death in many countries.
But is this the coward’s way out? I don’t think so. It takes guts to execute; a kind of guts I don’t think I possess. Or total insanity.
I cannot even try to imagine what must go through the mind of the person when he takes that final step that pushes him beyond that point of no return. You should have spoken, Jimmy. There is always hope.
What defines a sovereign state? With just over 100 acres (0.44 sq km) of real estate and about 900 citizens, the Vatican City is the smallest country in the world and is located within a walled area in Rome. But is it really a sovereign State?
Lets look at the 8 criteria that defines a sovereign State.
1. Boundaries: The Vatican City has undisputed boundaries even though it is located within the city of Rome.
2. Residents: The Vatican City is home to approximately 920 full-time residents who maintain passports from their home country and diplomatic passports from the Vatican.
3. Economic Activity: Not much foreign trade but significant foreign investment by the Catholic Church. It relies on the sale of postage stamps and tourist mementos, and fees for admission to museums. The Vatican City issues its own coins.
4. Social Services like education: Yes, although there aren’t a lot of kids there!
5. Transportation: There are no highways, railroads, or airports. No need for it though. It is smaller than some shopping malls.
6. Public Services: Electricity, telephones, and other utilities are provided by Italy but has an internal Police force (Corpo della Guardia Svizzera).
7. Supreme Sovereignty: The authority, jurisdiction, and sovereignty are vested in the Pope and his advisers.
8. External Recognition: It maintains formal diplomatic relations with 174 nations. The Vatican City is not a member of the United Nations by its own choice.
So yes. We should consider it as an independent State.
And what? Well, that was the question. Did you know that until 200 years ago the English alphabet had 27 letters? Ok, if you did not know it, you have you probably guessed it by now. Yes, the ampersand (‘&’) was the 27th letter of the alphabet. Only it did not have a name. It was simply called ‘and’.
The symbol for the ampersand, a corruption of the Latin word ‘et’, meaning ‘and’, had no specific name for almost 2000 years. Scholars reciting the alphabet ended it with ‘X, Y, Z, And’ but it sounded blunt as if something else was to follow. To remedy the problem they had to end it with ‘X, Y, Z, and
per se (meaning: on its own), And’, effectively saying ‘X, Y, Z, and
on its own, And’.
With time the phrase ‘
and per se And’ got slurred together and the ampersand got its name just in time before being removed from the English alphabet.
When a word comes about from a mistaken pronunciation, it’s called a mondegreen. I wonder how many other English words came about this way.
Make the most of today. It is the first day of the rest of your life.
I get very suspicious when two bloggers disappear at the same time. Every time when it happened in the past, there was a snake in the grass.
Jim and Wallops have been missing for a while now. I know they are still underage, but there may just be some state in the USA that will allow minors to be married. I think we must investigate it. At this rate there will soon be nobody left to read and write blogs.
Our beer-drinking Canadian flutterby is also MIA, but methinks she patched it up with her ex-husband. From her blogs, it seemed evident that she was still very fond of him.
But lots of things are brewing. Before Denmark’s very own Marco Polo got visitors, he was camping on the blog of a prominent Scottish blogger. I‘m not playing Cupid, but is there something hatching?
And somebody else is still crazy (after all these years) about some jerk with a weakness for Fruity Loops.
As for myself, no thank you. The woman who settles for me is mad and I don’t want a wife who is –
please insert the F-Word (continuous tense) here – nuts.
Things to do before posting: Insert more garbage in here. Did I miss anything? Any other late breaking news can be posted on my billboard.
Hey! Relax, it is Friday.
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