Bush Administration Acknowledges Grand Canyon was made by Noah's flood not geologic forces
Welcome back 1970s style sexual freedom!
The Federal Communications Commission on Thursday approved rules for transmitting broadband communications signals over electric power lines... Wahoo! If I recall right the science behind this promises 10gigabit transmissions! And your house is already wired with it in every room, the garage, the basement and the storage shed!
Speeding Clapton Loses Driver's License
Kava Tea will get you a DUI. Apparently kava tea acts as an antianxiety drug. I think I'll be getting some!
Today's waste of time comes from testypea found through BlogExplosion. Let's park some cars!
Two TN Newspapers endorse Kerry (As seen on South Knox Bubba):
Commercial Appeal (Memphis)
Tennessean (Nashville)
When we lived in New Jersey (for me that was 8th grade - 10th grade), we were in a brand new neighborhood built on an old farm. The house we lived in, a two story Jamestown, had an older house behind it with an even older dog. The dog was caged in the corner of a yard with the old wire fence that surrounded the yard as two of the cage walls. Either the same wire of the fence or chicken wire was used to make the other two walls. It had a rotting dog house and about enough space for the dog to lay stretched out...not even enough space for the dog to walk about. If I recall correctly the dog's name was Timothy (or at least now it is for the sake of this story).
Timothy was getting along in his years and not looking so hot. He was certainly did not receive much TLC.
There are some things I love. Animals, and at this time particularly birds, were way up on my list. Food probably came before animals. Our breakfast window faced Timothy's house. We had a bird feeder outside that window and I kept it filled with a custom mix that I'd hand make from the feed store on Main Street. I'd ride my bike down to Main Street and buy some candy from the crankly lady in the ugly mold green candy store. Then I'd ride to a Andy Ward's house and spend some time. Then it was off to the feed store and home.
The neighborhood had a cat that enjoyed my birds more than I and many a bird had its last meal while I had my breakfast. At this point in my life I had never experienced allergies but I rapidly developed an allergy to cats. That psychological reaction has long since gone.
My folks love to cook a fancy meal. One night my mother cooks venison (could have been lamb) and my father, my brother and I force it down and lie to her about how good it was. When she leaves the room my father looks up at us, collects our meat, and says, "Timothy needs a good meal." The dog loved that food! Never had we seen it so perky! It died the next day.
Don't eat my mother's venison!
Today's Knoxville News Sentinel (the world's worst paper) ran an article on the front left read of the paper titled Pollster: Bush lead in state approaching a 'blowout' ( BugMeNot for a login )
From Salon: World to Americans: You're OK -- it's Bush we hate But if we reelect the least popular man on the planet, we could find ourselves being despised, too.
This work safe movie (must watch!) demonstrates why men's restrooms are more efficient than the ladies. For the ladies reference, there is a disposable travelaid "TravelMate" that disposes some of the concerns for lack of cleanliness described in Rowan's post by providing the same conveniences that the guys have. Restrooms.org used to have a tutorial on 'How to Pee Standing'.
Here is the latest splash (spoof flash movie): Political Bohemian Rhapsody (WARNING! I don't know if it was a coincidence or not but my popup blocker went nuts around the time I closed that window) This one is average. I watched the whole thing and enjoyed it. Was never tempted to end it.
What great news! Protesters can't be forced through metal detectors
This has merit purely on the fact that they went with Bollywood another splash (I hereby declare splash to be a Spoof Flash movie). If it were any longer than it is I would not have watched the whole thing.
Free *full-version* version of X1 software… much better than Google Desktop search. Value=$74.95!!!
President Horror Show Get ready to laught yourself to tears! Subtitles at the top of the page. Requires sound. Work safe.
Staring at women's breasts is good for men's health
Here's the newspaper clipping incase the image goes away:
STARING at women's breasts is good for men's health and makes them live longer, a new survey reveals.
Researchers have discovered that a 10-minute ogle at women's breasts is as healthy as half-an-hour in the gym.
A five-year study of 200 men found tha those who enjoyed a longing look at busty beauties has lower blood pressure, less heart disease and slower pulse rates compared to those who did not get their daily eyeful.
Dr Karen Weatherby, who carried out the German study, wrote in the New England Journal of Medicine: "Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a well endowed female is roughly equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics workout.
"Sexual excitement gets the heart pumping and improves blood circulation.
"There is no question that gazing at breasts makes men healthier.
"Our study indicates that engaging in this activity a few minutes daily cuts the risk of a stroke and heart attack in half.
"We believe that by doing so consistently, the average man can extend his life four to five years."
A Moment of Weakness
A moment of weakness
turns into an endless wait.
The endless weight becomes
a therapuetic philosophy session.
A moment of weakness
turns into a powerful strengthening.
--DM 3/99
Rodney Dangerfield has passed away. His spirit was overheard saying, "I met St Peter and asked, 'so are you letting me in?' and St Peter replied, 'Like Hell!' I never knew Heaven and the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences were run by the same people. I get no respect!"
"Gordon Cooper, who was the youngest and perhaps cockiest member of the original seven Mercury astronauts and set the space endurance record that helped clear the way for the first moon landing, has died. He was 77." [from CBSNEWS.com]
And the boy stumbled upon where the crowd gathered in silence. They held the limp body of the Genie above their heads and with sadness and confusion declared, "We killed him and the nightmare did not fade." The boy fell to knees with anguish in his face and tears pouring from his eyes. "You fools! You killed the wrong beast for this is MY dream!" The boy momentarily collapsed until an unusual calm beset him. He slowly rose to his feet and there stood the Man. "It is my dream. And it is still alive!"
After spending some relaxing moments admiring his work, the boy left the oasis with an optimism that the rest of the world could be brought around. He could repair his damage. As he stepped from the calm of the oasis and laid eyes on the rest of the world. It began to spin. His stomach knotted. His head grew light. The tasks ahead are formidable!
And the boy in his nakedness wandered out into the chaos. There he found a shimmering oasis but it was defiled with trash and remnants of the mobs which had come for the boy and instead took the Genie. His eyes began to tear with regret and a ray of sunshine beamed through the clouds. The boy acted upon a sudden inspiration and attacked the oasis with vigor and vim and began a cleaning frenzy. A breeze blows and the boy feels a burden begin to lift from his shoulders.
And the boy stood naked in the window looking out over evil, distruction, and chaos. He could see no good. It is unsafe. How could he even begin to think of stepping out into such a world? His Genie is out there! His recently found self-confidence is sucked from him leaving a pit in the boy's stomach. He turns his back on the world to see his room, safe, secure, isolated; and he moons the outside.
