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isn't it funny...

when you are on the phone at work, your senses and volume are greatly determined by to whom you are talking...

If you are talking to a co-worker about a valid project, your supervisor, or whoever - as long as you are supposed to be having these conversations at work - your volume is normal to raised.

I know and have noticed that people tend to talk louder when it's "official" business...

plus, you don't seem to notice that you are talking extremely loud in front of the others in your area...

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now.

when you are talking to your significant other, your best friend, or someone to whom you should not be talking during work hours...

your voice is barely about a whisper.

and you are extraordinarily aware of everything going on around you...

your co-worker typing away at his computer.

the manager walking by your cube area, glancing in at you.

the dust behind your monitor.

the buzzing of the florescent light about your desk.

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your senses are heightend to almost Wolverinesque levels...

and you think that everyone can hear the conversation that you are not supposed to be having in the office.

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but really...

nobody actually gives a shit about to whom you are talking and rather like the fact that you are not trying to talk over the entire office.

because they have work to do.

and so do you...

which is why you feel like you shouldn't be on the phone.

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I'm just sayin...

Posted by ryan at 02:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

so I was talking about fitness hotel rooms (the ones where they have some equipment in your room or bring equipment to your room) with Lorie, and we were saying how much easier it would be to use a treadmill or whatever if you were in the privacy of your own room...

well... little did I know that the hotel I have been staying at has this amenity, if you will, that can simply be requested.

I'm not sure if I just became aware because of my newly instated "silver" status, or it was just something that was overlooked on my part...

but for sure, I will be asking for this from now on...

now I will be able to run and watch TV from the comfort of my hotel room...

how nice...

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I'm glad I discovered this sooner, rather than later...

because soccer starts soon...

and I have this lurking feeling that I might be very, very, un-fit.

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Posted by ryan at 12:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I watch CNN Headline news.

it's just easier for me. It's got the bulk of what's going on so I don't have to think to hard to keep up to date.

it was weird because I had really no idea what was going on for the last few weeks outside of Middle Earth, Toy City, NYC (a fictional one), and whatever warped world in which Mr. Brown would like us to live...

so after about 45 minutes, the news loops on itself.

I've noticed this before, but I just never really thought about it.

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So it seems to me that Robin Meade repeats the news over and over and over and over and over...

I would feel like a broken record. It actually makes sense, since most people will probably not spend more that 15-20 minutes watching the news... well, at least in the morning... but still, after a while that has got to get on your nerves...

if not that, then at points it has to be really depressing...

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eh...

I don't feel like getting into it...

Posted by ryan at 09:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

so I was flying home last night, as I usually do on Thursday evenings.

and after the flight attendants mentioned that it was okay to use electronic devices that do not transmit or receive transmissions, the gentleman in the seat next to me turned on his laptop.

he proceeded to play spider solitaire...

the game really isn't that hard.

it's not.

it's also very hard to sit there while someone is playing and not try to point out what that person is not seeing.

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but isn't that the way life is?

everyone can see what you cannot. you can see what other cannot.

it's inevitable.

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but please.

if you are playing spider solitaire with only one suit, you really should take less than 15 minutes to finish the game.

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you should see kimmie play...

it's sick how fast she can kill a game.

but this guy...

he was the antithesis of kimmie.

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Posted by ryan at 03:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

there is a quality factor that is lost when things are instant.

instant coffee, instant soup, instant whatever...

it's just not the same.

nope.

fresh ground, frech-pressed coffee is infinitely better than and powdered junk from a can.

soup that contains fresh vegetables and meats and herbs that have not been dehydrated tastes much more full.

so how are conversations different?

it's not, really.

instant messaging.

yes. I can connect much better with a person in person - regardless of that person's own intro- or extrovertedness...

you can see the person.

I have trouble staying on one subject in person, and that's when I'm looking you in the face and I think the subject is interesting. I just have a really short attention span. Not quite ADD, but I can't sit still long enough. chalk it up to being a mile wide and an inch deep... but, honestly, as far out as my "circle" reaches, my pool is more like a large wading pool with a small, but deep well in the middle of it.

in any case... I see you online.

all of you.

and I want to say "Hi!" and speak to you about things less banal than the weather and work and what you have planned for the weekend.

I want to know that you were in a strip tease aerobics class dvd... and I want to be your should to vent upon.

I want feelings and insight people.

I don't want, "hey... oh... their good... she's good... yeah, I'm busy... oh travelling is crazy.... yeah... wow..."

so I don't IM.

I get overwhelmed by the fact that I have no idea what I should say to people sometimes.

I get tired trying to think about to start a more meaningful conversation.

there are times, when you just feel like small talk, and most of the time I don't have time to get into anything more than that - and I can't believe that most people online during the day don't have better things to do than talking to me.

no... IM is a tool now, like the mall. It's all about me. I know what I'm there to get, I look for it, and get it if it's there.

I don't mess around and look at things that I can't afford or don't need...

unless there is a comic book shop or a video store.

because there are untold treasures within those stores...

unlike that shirt that will be out of style in a few months...

see... instant gratification.

things are just so much more appreciated when they have been sought after, and worked for.

eh...

whatever...

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but ask me out to coffee sometime...

just so long as it isn't instant.

Posted by ryan at 07:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Grif: One of life's great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence? Or is there really a God, watching everything. You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night.

Simmons: What? I mean why are we out here, in this canyon.

Grif: Uh... Oh... Yeah...

Simmons: What's all this stuff about God?

Grif: Uh... um... Nothing.

Simmons: Do you wanna talk about it?

Grif: Uh... no.

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(Doc has arrived too late to save Tex's life)

Church: First of all, great job on the Tex, man. Mission accomplished. Secondly, the way that we need you to assist is to help us kill all the Reds.

Doc: Well, even if my orders didn't prohibit me from doing that, I still wouldn't. I joined the army as a conscientious objector.

Tucker: Consci... who?

Doc: I'm a pacifist.

Caboose: ...You're a thing that babies suck on?

Tucker: No, dude, that's a pedophile.

Church: Tucker, I think he means a pacifier.

Tucker: Oh, yeah. Right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.

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(The Red and Blue teams call a truce)

Grif: So now we're forced to work together? How ironic.

Simmons: No, that's not ironic! Ironic would be if we had to work together to hurt each other!

Donut: No, ironic would be, if instead of that guy kidnapping Lopez, Lopez kidnapped him.

Sarge: I think it would be ironic if our guns didn't shoot bullets, but instead squirted a healing salve that cured all wounds.

Caboose: I think it would be ironic if everyone was made of iron.

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from red vs. blue

Posted by ryan at 05:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

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how much do they suck...

you can't get a good x without a good y, you can't get a good y without a good x...

kinda like what would have happed in they had not come out with terminator 3...

the terminators were created because of the work at cyberdyne, but the work at cyberdyne was due to the fact that they found the cpu and hand of a terminator...

bad example, because that whole thing could be explained with alternate realities

and there times when you want to be included and there are times when you want to be apart... but you don't want to tell people one way or another, leaving them to figure it out... and usually, incorrectly...

there is a wall, leave everyone on the other side.

if they want to come over, let them ask you for a door.

you are safer in your wall.

because they are the ones that put the wall around you.

don't think you are the only one that feels alone, or left out.

EVERYONE feels that way.

some people need less affirmation than others, and people tend to gravitate towards those people because those people can affirm them.

unless, of course, they are self-centered bastards, and they completely ignore everything through which you are going.

in any case, it really means you need to grow a spine.

no one is going to do it for you...

unless you join a fraternity.

then you all can share one.

pardon my generalization, but fraternities are like unions.

take any group of like minded individuals and you will have immensely more power due to numbers and the threat of violence or some kind of retaliation.

the history of any union has its share of violent moments... some more than others.

what was the quote, "none of us is a dumb as all of us."

Posted by ryan at 01:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

crushes...

who was your last?

what was it about that person that caused the crush?

do you think that having a crush is cheating?

do you think that it means that you no longer love the person with whom you are currently attached?

why do we crush?

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there are many reasons that lead to infatuation...

many times we are smitten by looks...
other times we are taken by kind gestures...
maybe it is intellect for which we fall...
or perhaps some talent displayed which stirs these feelings...

I have been in and out of crushes like the days of the week. It has happened often, and, at times, simultaneously.

left unchecked, they can lead you to a load of trouble.

trust me on this.

but most crushes are just harmless flights of facny that quickly wisp away after a few days, or years...

(please note: I am not telling myself this because I am trying to get myself to believe it, merely just thinking out loud...)

I get a rush when I'm with you...

Posted by ryan at 03:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I have been attacked.

rice has this burr like capacity to stick to me when I go to an asian restaurant.

buffets are the worst. well, at least buffets with messy people.

and these little bastards always seem to be noticed by others, thus making you look like a complete slob, when really, you just happened to brush against the side of the buffet line or a table or what not and the clingy rice, unbeknownst to you, just grabbed your shirt and held for dear life...

I can understand certain seeds needing to cling to clothing or animal fur to allow them to spread and grow up away from where they were sprouted, but dammit...

cooked rice is no longer viable for germination!

unless you consider the mold and bacteria factor, but at this point, it's not the rice growing, but something else.

this phenomenon is not just attributed to rice.

no, no, no - it can extend to popcorn, cookie/cracker/bread crumbs, gummi bears, and even, I daresay, jolly ranchers.

but these require a bit more grodiness for them to really latch on.

whatever...

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how did you know, cos I never told
you found out...

Posted by ryan at 02:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I wonder if a link is more likely to be hit by a passing reader if it is contained within a blog.

i know that for the blogs I read, I pretty much hit every link in the entry that I'm reading.

so if I cluttered this blog entry with links - I wonder how many of you would actually go the link that was linked?

I guess it all comes down to trusting the person about whom you are reading. I mean, if I read someone and I'm not wholly familiar with their linking patterns, I most definitely look at the status bar to see to where the link will take me.

for others, I just click away with reckless abandon.

clicking is fun.

so there you have it.

I have not linked anything though, because I really have nothing important to link... I would not want to be the boy who linked wolf, and then have you miss out on some stupendous link that I would like to share...

no.

that would not do.

Posted by ryan at 01:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

how often do we over look the traps and pitfalls of seemingly innocuous furniture?

couches are very sneaky, tricky, and sometimes quite dangerous.

couches, as you all know, comes from the gypsy term "coucheeses", which we all know means "to take all of the change from your pockets and hide them in a crevice" - now I never understood what crevices in which gypsies put their change, but there you have it.

they are tricky, in than they can easily lure you into sitting, though you only wanted to sit for a moment, but end up getting sucked into them, never to move again...

oh yes.

you know.

and therein lies the danger.

but these everyday, staple if you will, pieces of our homes also come with some maintenance.

for instance, those crackers and cookies that you so ravenously scarf will sitting watching your favorite television program, or that tissue that got away from you while you were watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition, they can get underneath those cushions.

you've seen it. and I am sure we all have ideas about how scary it can get if that isn't cleaned up every so often.

if you haven't, go to random frat house and lift the couch cushion (but wear proper personal protective equipment when attempting to do anything as stupid as walking into a frat house and looking underneath couch cushions)

you'll see the horror of neglect.

it's a good thing children aren't couches.

whatever.

then there is the flattening of the couch cushions that happens, due to the repetative seating of a person in the same spot over an extended period. This happens to pillows too, but pillows aren't nearly as expensive as couches.

depending on your lifestyle, the cushions may flatten evenly or incongruously.

I recommend rotating your cushions every 300 sits or every 4 months.

of course, if you possesed incredible foresight, then you would have chosen a couch that not only was appealing to the eye, but was one that required much less maintenance. Perhaps your couch doesn't have separate cushions because it is an uncomfortable futon or maybe a nice papapsan.

but those who have those have different problems.

or maybe you have one large cushion, which is nice, unless you get the uneven flattening going on, then you have to deal with replacing a huge piece of foam for just a small area.

but there are pros and cons for all couches. in the end, it comes down to personal preference.

or you could just admit that I'm right and save a whole lot of discussion.

unless, of course, I am actually wrong - then it is imperative that you prove to me that I am.

but that's a whole other train of thought.

Posted by ryan at 01:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

laziness can account for many decisions... be they good or bad...

for instance, due to the lack of fast food restaurants (or maybe due to sophisticated taste - but I'm pretty sure it's the lack of fast food) I have been following the crowd at lunch time.

there is a little psuedo-mall a quick walk from the office building - there is a mexican place, a mediterranean place, an indian place, a thai place, and a burger joint disguised as a restaurant.

I have yet to venture into the mexican place, and the mediterranean place is too slow and too expensive for the mediocre food it produces... The indian place is good, but slow, and the thai place is decent for the price and variable on the speed.

so each week seems to flip between indian and thai... one week indian, one week thai.

and I do mean, one week... it is not uncommon to eat at the same restaurant three days out of the week. and considering that I am only here for four days, that is significant.

in any case - I have not the time, or the motiviation (mainly the motivation) to trek out to the nice places to eat... except for when my guide is available... then I get to leave gaithersburg visit such exotic places like bethesda and rockville....

oooohhhh....

aaaahhhh....

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but at least I'm not so lazy that I'm eating my toejam. ;-P

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Posted by ryan at 02:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

if you are old enough... you will remember that's what the kool-aid man would say before he would bust a hole in the side of your house...

I've been having this twitch by my right eye, on and off, for the last couple of weeks...

I read dr. drew, and he says that it could be due to "stress, excessive physical activity, fatigue, lack of sleep, and excessive caffeine consumption"

I'm pretty sure I got most of those things covered...

well, except for the excessive physical activity... unless you count wallking up and down the stairs from the parking garage excessive...

yeah...

didn't think so.

anyhow, I'm in this "suite", right? Well, it's essentially a stuido apartment with a dinky kitchen (fridge, dishwasher, stove, and oven included - but really they are no where near full size), a couch, a chair, a coffee table, a 20" TV, a "dining" table, all squished into about 200 sq feet... maybe.

well, the room is cheaper than the one that would have preferred (which is the one right across the parking lot from the office building in which I work) but due to the fact that it has a kitchen, I'm out about $10 a day in per diem.

well, that blows. especially considering I really don't want to spend time grocery shopping and cooking!

so the room is cheaper and I lose out on per diem. add the fact that this is the second night that I got lost trying to get here - although, tonight was not so bad at least.

in any case, I seemed to have forgotten the saline solution at home, so I have to buy some before I can rip the contacts out of my eyes. Plus I need to get dinner still.

Mickey D's here I come!

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I should buy some kool aid and leave it in my suit case. Maybe I will get a reaction from the security at the airport because they might mistake it for some illicit material...

oh...

but that would suck for me then...

oh no.

Posted by ryan at 09:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

so I got trillian...

it works fine when I'm home, but it doesn't work while I'm at work... so that's pretty stupid...

also, I'm using this thing called simp lite - from secway.fr... it encrypts your IM's from the prying eyes of your network admins... usually... assuming they don't have any kind of keystroke logger...

in any case, I can count on five fingers how many people have it... so it's pretty pointless because the people that I need to have it, don't...

whatever...

so then, I was talking to a friend, and he said that he spends a lot of time reading blogs, but he syndicates everyone... using rss bandit or whatever... so I got it... only to find that most people that I would like to syndicate, don't have a feed...

so go figure.

I still have to hop around from blog to blog... which isn't a problem when I'm at home, but I can't really do that at work... you know... since everyone is so colorful and full of pictures...

in any case... I think that I am going to start a random stalking club. The rules are, the person has to be completely picked at random. meaning, really that you can't pick the person. pretty much someone you know has to pick the person, but the person picking can't know or know of the person whom he/she is picking for you. Also, if you know or know of the person that the person who is picking picked, then you cannot stalk that person. once a suitable person has been picked, you cannot have any direct contact with that person. Plus you cannot harm that person in any way shape or form. Phyiscally, mentally, or socially...the object is to get as much information about that person as possible. then there will be a point system. basically, if you can get as much dirt as James Lipton, then you are elite. You need to find out what, if any, mimcry the person can do and the degree of success of mimicry. You need to get a few "Oh my gosh!" or "Where did you get that!?" facts. then you have to get the standard, parents, school, birthplace, extracuriculars, etc...

you cannot disclose any information about the person to anyone - except the judges... this is what makes judging hard, because the information has to be verifiable. so eventually, someone will have to ask the person if any of this information is true or not...

therein lies the major drawback of the game. you actually have to reveal yourself...

and that's no fun...

because you look like a stalker.

loser.

Posted by ryan at 05:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I am near sighted.

I need corrective lenses to see. As of late, I have been wearing my glasses because I am to lazy to put in my contacts.

so in the morning, in the bathroom, things are not so clear.

so yesterday, running a bit late - I jumped into the shower, grabbed the soap, shampoo and conditioner, washed and conditioned my hair, and rinsed accordingly, etc., etc., got dressed and ran to work...

this morning, I had given myself ample time to pack and get ready for work (because I am going home tonight)

I jumped in the shower, and the tiny bottles of shampoo and "conditioner" were still there.

so I shampooed, as was normal, and when I was ready to condition, I grabbed the bottle that I had left there the previous day.

I just happened to glance at the label. I did a double take because some shampoo got in one of my eyes and I had to take some time to rinse it out. But when my vision was restored, I was clearly able to read the printing on the bottle.

and it said, "BODY LOTION"

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This reminds me of the time that I had accidentally mistook baby powder for shampoo when I was four.

in retrospect, that is still much funnier.

Posted by ryan at 10:05 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

so too much can make a girl's hair go frizzy...

a few months ago, more or less - eric, his dad, and I installed a humidifier at my house.

there was a noticeable change in the atmosphere due to the fact that the air was no longer dry. Something that is very important when you are running heat through a house.

the past couple of nights I have been waking up at odd hours with a seemingly unquenchable thirst.

Yes.

you know that thirst.

You never wake up in the middle of the night a little bit thirsty...

no.

you wake up, run to the fridge or sink or whatever, and you GULP whatever liquid is potable. You gulp and then you take huge breathes of air between your one to two minutes of rehydration.

I blame my sporadic insomnia on the fact that there is no moisture in the air in my hotel room.

if there is any amount of nasal congestion, it becomes a dried block in my sinuses or in my throat.

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yes.

that is very gross.

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tonight I am planning on running the shower all night on hot and leaving the door to my bathroom open.

well, not really...

but I might...

perhaps that will allow me to breath, and sleep, through the night without the need for a 3am deluge.

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Posted by ryan at 04:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

break it down.

everything repeats. everything has a pattern.

define your priorities, and it is almost like you minimize the chance of chance.

your priorities define what you do. you make time to do what you think is most important and you do it.

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I'm thinking rest is probably a good priority for me.

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I'm thinking it is a good priority for lorie too...

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pretty much everyone needs rest.

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but we are restless - without rest. sans restus.

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tireless? no. because we are tired.

selfless? no. because we are selfish.

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Youth is wasted on the young. Yeah. So is free time.

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Man created robots to do the work that he no longer wanted to do. Allowing man to do the things that, previously, work would not allow - or rather, time would not allow.

Ideally, man would focus on the arts. As the arts are something that, as of late, have been sorely ignored. This would be a new renaissance.

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but the robots go psycho. the develop ghosts, or souls, or whatever.

and then man is ultimately brought back to an age of conflict and pushed to the brink of extinction.

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then one man emerges, and the tide turns. the machines are no longer a threat.

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DUDE. I AM SO FREAKING TIRED!

I cannot keep any thoughts in my head because they are constantly being replaced with the thought of sleep.

I must sleep.

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I just realized the meeting to which I am going to attend is purely informational on my part.

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nope. I'm done. maybe later.

Posted by ryan at 01:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Posted by ryan at 12:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I am going to rip my eyes out now.

my contacts have permanently melded to my eye-balls.

I was once told that when you are traveling, whether via plane, train, or bus, you should never touch your face until you've washed your hands.

i can't type right now because I can't see!!!

AAARRAGGGGGHGHGHGHGG

Posted by ryan at 11:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

TOC...

I just learned how to make one in Word.

I always wondered how, but that curiousity never developed into any form of action.

I just thought, "Oo. Neat. That would be nice to know." and then I would go and do something that I deemed more important, because really, how often will I be creating a table of contents.

now I know.

and knowing is half the battle.

so now, when I write short stories and novels in Word, I will be able to fill in the very beginning of the book, ultimately adding several pages.

And, of course, you all know the point of a book is to have as many pages as possible.

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"Are you reading the dictionary?"

"Oh, you caught me. I like to break a mental sweat too."

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I would also like to hear your thoughts on the morbidity of "Three Blind Mice"...

Three blind mice.
Three blind mice.

See how they run!
See how they run!

They all ran after the farmer's wife,

Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,

Did you ever see such a sight in your life,

As three blind mice?

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personally, Instead of just chopping off their tails, I'd get some rat poison and kill them all...

the mice...

They should get jobs and buy their own food.

and how fast is that farmer's wife? Three tails!

she must have been feeling merciful, because if I were fast enough to chop a mouse, I would have made sure the thing wouldn't run anymore.

but that's just me...

and you know, she has to sterilize that knife now.

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I do not, of course, extend these sentiments towards dependents, the homeless, and those who live in third world countries...

er...

make that humans in general...

Posted by ryan at 03:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)