Iraq's interim Prime Minister Ayd Allawi said following the weekend's elections:

"The terrorists have been defeated."

What?

Wishful thinking...Allawi sounds like Hanoi John, or the Swimmer.

I guess the U.S. should pack up and go home. Mission Accomplished.

Kerry said the Iraq Election: "Was No Big Deal"

What?

Remember, Hanoi John dismissed the Iraqi election on Sunday, warning Americans not to "overhype". In his "expert" opinion, it was no big deal.

What?

"No one in the United States should try to overhype this election," Kerry told NBC's "Meet the Press."

I know Traitor John is rested after vacationing on Mars, but he is like crabs in a college dorm...he just won't go away.

Might have to burn everything.

What an arrogant asshole.

INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!

from Jack...

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana's death.

Question: How come?

Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling) followed closely by Italian paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles, and was treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by an Englishman, using Bill Gates' technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer which uses Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican and Filipino illegals.

That, my friends, is Globalization

Teddy the Swimmer at Johns Hopkins University’s School of Advanced International Studies on January 27th.

“The U.S. military presence has become part of the problem, not part of the solution. We need a new plan that sets fair and realistic goals for self-government in Iraq and works with the Iraqi government on a specific timetable for the honorable homecoming of our forces.”

How can you have self-government without a democratic election, and how could you have an election without the presence of the U.S. Military? Does he think the murdering IslamoFascist terrorist pigs would've allowed an election to take place?

Iraq would be in total chaos without the support of U.S. troops.

He wants a new plan to work with the Iraqi government, but without the presence of the U.S. Military, there would be no election, and therefore, no government.

I would like to know what this bloated sack of shit means by “honorable homecoming.”

The Swimmer is delusional, among other things.

More here.

U.S. District Judge Marsha Pechman, however, did not give the Minnesota teen the maximum 37-month sentence, saying Parson wrote malicious software and used it to attack other computers partly because of neglectful upbringing and supervision.

Neglectful upbringing and supervision?

Give my a break!

This guy got off too easy.

I don't mind the snow. The Ice is another matter altogether

My friend Dash, has a great post on some good eating.

You decide.

Everyone in the sphere has been taking this quiz, so I finally took it.

Wackiness: 180/100
Rationality: 116/100
Constructiveness: 156/100
Leadership: 78/100

You are a WRCL--Wacky Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you a Golden God.

You think fast and have a smart mouth, and you are a hoot to your friends and razorwire to your enemies. You hold a grudge like a brass ring. You crackle.

Although you have a leader's personality, you often choose not to lead, as leaders stray too far from their audience. You probably weren't very popular in high school--the joke's on them!

You may be a rock star.

Of the 83645 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7 % are this type.

This is bullshit, so I took it again:

Wackiness: 40/100
Rationality: 52/100
Constructiveness: 56/100
Leadership: 38/100

You are a SECF--Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a Hippie.

You are passionate about your causes and steadfast in your commitments. Once you've made up your mind, no one can convince you otherwise. Your politics are left-leaning, and your lifestyle choices decidedly temperate and chaste.

You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold, and while you normally endeavor on the side of goodness and truth, you have a massive mean streak which is not to be taken lightly. You don't get mad, you get even.

Please don't get even with this web site.

Of the 83638 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 10.5 % are this type.

All I can say is "Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll to the Goldon God."

I don't usually post about food, but since what I do post about is not palatable to most people, here goes.

Quick Meal

My wife is off working her ass off making money some change, so I’m on my own. I’m hungry. This is all about the prep.

Turn on the oven. Max temperature.

Take the oldest, hottest ass, jar of pre-opened Habanero salsa out of the refrigerator. Ignore the date and place it on top of the stove. The date doesn’t matter in situations like this. What matters is room temperature.

Throw a stick of butter up there with it. Who cares about the mess? While you’re at it, butter a couple slices of bread. Doesn’t matter what kind…just so it doesn’t have any penicillin growing, you’ll be ok. On second thought, you might need the antibiotic.

Heat a French cast iron skillet, with the butter, which should be soft by now. Even if the butter has been sitting out for a couple of days, you’ll be OK. Trust me.

Locate and finely dice whatever vegetables you can find. These will not be in the crisper, but you can find ‘em. I always do. Throw ‘em in the French skillet.

At this point, it’s a good idea to turn all the fans on high.

Beat all the eggs you can find. It doesn’t matter how many cartons they were in, and neither does the date. Trust me.

Throw the bread in the oven.

Cheese lasts forever, so just grab some. Don’t worry about the mold. Mold is flavor

When the skillet is so hot you can’t get close to it, throw all that shit in, and stand back.

After the fans suck all the smoke up, pour it on the toast, and eat it right off stove.

One huge benefit of this “quick meal” is that, by using a French skillet, you have no dishes to clean. Just throw it away.

It really is good.

If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, I’m dead…

***UPDATED***

My puppy Stretch has started barking like a real boy dog. This is a huge step for him, and he seems to enjoy his newfound genetic ability. He's bad, and hilarious. He is a fairly small dog, and he struts his small ass up to what he considers the point of no return, and does his thing. It is too damn funny...he puts so much into it, he moves backwards about 3 or 4 inches from the recoil. He can't even figure out what's going on. Looks like a damn cannon.

Too funny.

Three questions:

Do you blog for yourself, or do you blog for what you believe others will think of you?

Do you want people to read your personal thoughts and opinions, or do you want the traffic?

What do you hope to gain from blogging?

Honest Questions?

Y'all don't take this the wrong way....but,

I've been bitching lately about this MUNU Blog Bullshit. Fact: the comments have no memory. Bad, but insignificant. I also understand that you have to be invited and approved for membership "under their umbrella?" Fuck That! I also understand that you have to include their blogroll on your site. Fuck that.

Would someone please provide me the details, on why this is a good thing? I’m missing something.

I also understand this MUNU is run off some server in Australia. Now, one of my best friends is from Canberra, and I have nothing but nice things to say about Australians, but why in the fuck would you run your blog on a machine half way around the world? Makes no sense to me.

Sometimes you must pay to play.

Am I off base?

What the fuck is it with the munu comments? Why can't they remember me?

Someone needs to fix that shit. Pain in the ass.

I'm curious, what makes munu attractive? Why would I host my blog with a service that dosen't work?

Someone please tell me.

Damn Damn Damn

...a liberal stranglehold on the intellectual aspects of society... This is a great post.

"Anything that can't go on, won't."

We should all think about this.

My MT-Blacklist went belly-up yesterday, and by the time I had detected the problem and fixed it, I had been comment spammed 1,122 times.

These people need to die a slow and painful death.

The only fix was to uninstall, reinstall, import a new Blacklist, and despam my whole damn site.

What a pain in the ass.

This is not good news.

Back when Clinton was President, and during Desert Storm, I was living across the street from the runway at Dobbins AFB. I saw just about every plane in our armed force's inventory, and I believe an A-6 Intruder is the loudest. They scream. The planes on final were only a couple hundred feet above my deck, and every time the car alarms went off, you could bet it was an A-6.

Anyway, that’s not my point. My point is:

President Clinton was coming to Atlanta to spew some of his illustrious bullshit, and every radio station in town broadcast the exact time Air force 1 would be landing. I walked out on the deck, and sure enough, Air Force 1 flew right over. It was so low; I could’ve probably hit it with a rock. If I’d had a missile, he would’ve been a goner, and I could’ve made an easy escape. Since these IslamoFascists don’t care if they escape or not, we’ve got a genuine problem.

I hate to say it, but I think it’s going to happen sooner, rather than later.

What has changed your life more, the cell phone, or a broadband connection?

Just curious.

The master, who did 4,531 shows, is gone. He will be missed.

Could've had a V-8, know what I mean?

One of my best friends, who was my Best Man in my wedding, was diagnosed with cancer last Thursday.

We go way back, and as is true with all real friends, have had some good times and some bad times. Many more of the good I'm happy to say.

I hope we have many more.

Today, I decided to reconfigure my home office. I disconnected everything, and moved it to the dining room. Hosed out my office. I mean OUT.

Reconnected:

1. Dedicated Firewall PC – Linux – tweaked the scripts.
2. Backup Box / Server – Linux, 400 GB
3. SCO UNIX box
4. Workstation – Dual Boot Linux / Windows XP
5. Laptop Windows 2000 Professional
6. Laptop – Dual Boot Linux / Windows XP
7. 4 Printers
8. 3 pairs of speakers
9. A Bunch of Miscellaneous stuff

After I tied all the cables, I stood back and laughed. Italian Feast I say. Too much spaghetti

I booted my firewall…OK

I booted everything else…OK

I can’t believe it…everything came up OK on the first boot. All this shit is talking just fine. I should’ve had a couple mort shots of tequila.

Anyway, that’s how I spent my day.

The only real Operating System was named after a bunch of guys with no nuts.

Sometimes, having no balls is a good thing.

Remember, the Mac OS was built on UNIX.

I don't care what anyone says...LINUX is the catdaddy.

I believe people who subscribe to this train of thought are idiots. This stupidity usually occurs in the Information Technology arena, but can often be found in other area's. Procedures, etc...

A person bragged to me the other day, that he lives by that creed.

I thought to myself, "what a dumbass."

If anyone ever says that to me again, I will bitch slap them into submission.

Can you tell what kind of day I had?

I know so many people who just can’t seem to grasp that concept. They are complacent. They move through every day like it was yesterday, afraid to accept anything new or different. A challenge? No way. A shortcut? No way. Doing anything different? No way. Can a variation from a routine be positive? No way. Can anything be improved upon by changing the rules? No way.

How boring can you be?

I say you should spice it up a bit. Accept some responsibility, and eat a Habanero. Come on people...make your temples itch. Do not be afraid to be different, or honest. Going with the flow will usually get you screwed.

If I didn’t think out of the box, I’d be managing “fries” in a fast food joint. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s not my cup of tea.

Anyway, the choice is yours.

And also remember, usually, change is good..

The United States of America is the greatest country on Earth.

For many reasons.

"Why don't we just ask Osama Bin Laden, er Osama Obama...OBAMA! Since he won by such a big amount!"

-- Ted Kennedy, sputtering through an answer of the question, what did Barack Obama, who was elected with over 80% of the vote, do that Kerry and other Dems did NOT do?

Via Laura Ingraham.

Shamelessly ripped from Humanracewatch.com.

What the hell do these look like to you?

View 'em

Seaweed Pods?

We got there early, like in the middle of the night the day before the other races started. Dug under the fence, and hid from the security guards until they let the public in.

Hide and seek, it was. We were in there a couple of days.

Actually, walked the track...leaning. More than once.

Anyway, it was free, and at that time in my life, that was a good thing.

I've done a lot of crazy shit in my life, and this was one of 'em. We DID NOT get caught, which is amazing.

This little excursion was much more fun than paying for it.

I didn't give a shit about the race, it was the mission that was important.

Know what I mean?

I'm just saying.

I don't get much traffic, but I consider this an Acidbath.

It's a matter of perspective.

I just found my Blue Jean Jacket. It’s been MIA, and I thought it was gone for good. It’s too cold to wear now, but it’s going into my staging area for spring.

When it comes to blue jeans, I’m a Levi man, but, when it comes to blue jean jackets, I’m a Wrangler man. You know, the one with four pockets. Gotta have those bottom pockets. I’ve had this particular jacket for over twenty years, and it’s still in good shape, been washed a million times, and will probably last for another twenty. It is perfect.

If the truth was told, and this jacket could talk, I’d still be in jail.

Genetically modified Smallpox could kill 50 million people in 20 weeks.

This is scary.

I would love to do this!

A box of Milk Duds from the sixth grade.

Don't you agree?

I watched this today, and I have to tell you, Sen. Barbara Boxer has no class. She is a bitch. She is part of the problem, not the solution.

It's one thing to debate issues, but to try and make yourself look good on national TV, at the expense of Condoleezza Rice, or anyone for that matter, is despicable.

..."I personally believe that your loyalty to the mission you were given to sell this policy overwhelmed your respect for the truth,"...

So, she called Condi a liar. She can say anything she wants, so can I.

So I say to you Barbara..."You are a sidewalk licking slut who has no class, no morals, and you count on the idiots you supposedly represent to come to your aid. That's why your people lost...nobody in their right mind would trust the bullshit that spews from your mouth. You have no clue.

The world would be better off if you went to Israel, wrapped yourself in an American flag, and got your leftist cowardly ass run over by a bull dozier.

Maybe then, you'd get the news coverage you so desperately need.

Kiss my ass you bitch.

I'm cool with this, but how many people can it really carry after the gym, bar, beauty parlor, and casino are installed?

I don't know about you, but after I work out, have a few beers, and then get my hair done, I'm ready to land. Forget about the Craps.

...We're engaged in a national self-flagellation orgy over whether or not it's considered "torture" to put women's underwear on the heads of murderers, and our enemies are busying themselves kidnapping Arch Bishops???...

Read this, and read the comments. This is good.

I just knew someone would get it right.

Thank You!

Today, I was reminded that some people obtain personal gratification from other people’s misfortune. I have no respect for these people. At all.

I'm just saying.

...from my friend Doug.

(1) Zero Gravity

When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ball-point pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat this problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion developing a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside-down, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to over 300 C.

The Russians used a pencil.

(2) Our Constitution

"They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it's worked for over 200 years, and, we're not using it anymore."

(3) Ten Commandments

The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a Courthouse! You cannot post "Thou Shalt Not Steal," "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery" and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians!

It creates a hostile work environment.

** UPDATE **

As reader Mark points out:

(1) is False

Growing up in Nashville, I was fortunate to rub elbows with some big names. Just lucky. One cannot help who your “across the street neighbor” is.

I’m going to do a little “name dropping”, but, the truth be told, I have many firsthand stories to tell about famous people. I just happened to be in that place at that time. I will tell them sooner or later. Chet Atkins and my father use to get drunk as shit playing poker in our living room. That one’s for much later.

Anyway, my neighbor Neil Matthews was a member of the Jordanaires, who sang back up for Elvis.

Neil’s dog Pepsi, might just as well been mine; she stayed by my side all day every day. She was a Collie who knew how to deal with the goats next door. Beautiful dog.

We lived on a dead end, so there was no traffic; except for me teaching my little brother to drive…I was thirteen, and he was ten, no one ever came up the street.

I'm playing with the dog in the front yard, and a black Cadillac turned into the driveway, and pulled up next to me. The back window was rolled down, and the guy inside says, ”that Pepsi sure is a smart dog”. I didn’t think anything about it, but in hindsight, I said “Yes Sir” to the King. I do remember three or four more cars besides his.

I had no idea who these people were. No idea whatsoever.

The next thing I know, I’m pitching a tennis ball to Elvis, who is throwing it to Pepsi, who is bringing it to him, and then he’s throwing it to me. We’d switch up: He’d throw it to me, and I’d throw it to Pepsi, who’d bring it to me, and I’d toss it to Elvis.

This is no shit.

I was expected to attend the backyard cookout.

I didn’t know how cool that was until my mother told me years later.

If I remember correctly, the King helped me dress my hot dog.

Why is it that my puppy, still, feels like it is alright to curl a steamer or take a leak inside the house, when it's raining outside?

I'm telling you, that little sumbitch is in deep shit.

Doesn't want to get his little paws wet? I can tell you something else; he does resemble a football, and it is the season. I just might practice my field goals with his young ass.

Damn!!!

Have you ever done this? I have, on multiple occasions.

There were so many dishes piled up in the sink, on the counter, on the dining room table, I just threw 'em away. The whole lot...everything, plates, bowls, silverware, glasses, and mugs...everything. Gone. It is a good feeling.

That's the proper way to speed clean a kitchen.

I’ll cut you, then I’ll cut the bottom of your feet so you can’t run away, and then I’ll cut you some more.

The first time I cut someone, it was an accident. At least, I said it was. Actually, it was reflex. The mind is an amazing thing.

The boys and me were hanging out on the wall, drinking longnecks, shooting the shit and talking about girls. Why is it always girls? Back then, a 427 with two 4 barrels was bad. As bad, and more powerful than the girls we were discussing. Which is saying a lot, or not saying much; depends on how you look at it.

So, for whatever reason, drunken ass Billy lunged at me. I might be no bigger than a large stack of waffles, but I am fast. In the time it took my friend Billy to throw the first punch, I had removed the neck of the beer bottle, via the rock wall, and thrust my arm forward, slicing his first punch, bone deep, from wrist to elbow. I’m telling you, it was a bloody mess. The hospital kept him overnight, because he did lose a lot of blood.

Billy never fucked with challenged me again. As a matter of fact, we became close friends.

Isn't it funny how that happens?

I would like to thank my friend Eric, for the "Stack of Waffles". That is truely a classic.

"It is the falsehoods masquerading as truth that fear the light of scrutiny."

Random Fate

Anyone ever done that before?

My wife has been out of town since Saturday, so I've been hanging with my 12 lb. puppy. Last night, I was horizontal on the couch with Stretch curled in the rollipolli position on my stomach. I decided to go to bed, and I just didn't have the heart to wake the little monster fella, so I scooped him up and plopped him in the bed. He never moved.

I'm deep dreaming.

At four am., he decides to practice his version of the "atomic drop" on my face. Scared the shit out of me, and it hurt like hell. I was reaching for the survival tool when I realized what happened. It felt like someone dropped a ten pound barbell on my nose.

He is one lucky dog, but we gotta have a talk.

..."By contrast, the report did not hesitate to accuse the bloggers who exposed the truth about the documents of having "a conservative agenda." As with liberal attacks on Fox's "fair and balanced" motto, it is now simply taken for granted that "conservative bias" means "the truth.""

Ann Coulter

Michelle Malkin covers it. Kid Rock is a loser.

The older you get, the more immune from embarassment you become.

I wouldn't miss this for anything.

I'm there, but I'm bringing my puppy anyway.

I'm home alone eating hot ass chili, and my beautiful wife calls me from Mexico. I thought she was in California. What is going on with that?

Oh well.

I've been really really really BUSY lately.

I hope to get some slack soon.

This is a CLASSIC.

I love the old tales.

Well, it is just me and my puppy for the next eight days. My wife is back on the left coast on business.

Now, I can make some really really hot ass Chili.

There is always some good, with the bad.

I'm just saying.

Palestinian Elections:

My bet is the Palestinians stage a major attack and try to draw Israeli troops back into Palestinian cities. Then, they will attempt to blame Israel for disrupting the elections.

They want a bloodbath, and they don't care whose blood is spilled.

Ignorant savages.

I made myself watch a video of the aftermath of a Palestinian homicide bus bombing, and I can tell you, I almost puked. Body parts splattered everywhere. Pieces of children, pieces of children I tell you. Evil. Pure Evil!

The Israelis can win this, and I support them, but they will have to ignore world opinion.

What would you do?

People say the Israelis are nothing more than the same terrorists as the Palestinian “freedom fighters”, but I disagree. The Jews don't blow themselves up in the hope of killing as many Arabs as possible. The Jews do not commit suicide in the name of God. Israel does not kill innocent women and children, in the name of God. Targeted assassinations are another matter altogether. Actually, they are only called targeted assassinations by the mainstream media.

Israel must do whatever it takes to survive, and I'm backing her 100%.

When I see a camera pan to the torso of a baby; it upsets me. I understand that children get in the way of war, and I can come to terms with that. I cannot come to terms with the wholesale slaughter of innocent men, women and children. Whatever side they are on.

What I don’t understand is why these people want to die. Why? How misguided is that?

Sad. Allah is failing them. Is there no hope? Is their existence so miserable, they have no choice? Do these people really believe the only answer is to kill everyone who doesn’t believe as they do? Are they that ignorant? Do they really believe they can be successful? Do they really believe it’s our fault…the fault of the US?

I say it is time to take out the trash.

Jimbo got the twang.

Lord have mercy!

He's in deep with both of everything!

One

Two

Three

Four

Reminds me of a …well, never mind.

...This is where the next Blog Meet-Up should be.

Anyone game?

I saw THIS take off for the first time.

Acidman has his...I have mine.

1. I would have a smaller dick. Too much banana frightens the ladies.

2. I, like most of us, could use some more cash…I’m talking some real folding money. I’m talking “drop dead money”.

3. I would require the ability to make myself invisible and bulletproof. Now, I can only do that when I’m drunk.

I swear on everything I hold true, my neighbor's wife belongs to the Stepford Clan. She has that "I You can see through your my skull daze".

I kid you not.

Too strange!!!

Where I live, we have a huge, relatively new, Hispanic population. These people will work for damn near nothing. All the local companies offer "conversational Spanish" courses to their employees. This is bullshit.

Are they taking American jobs? It depends; yes and no. The jobs they take are the one's even the American dirtball beleives they are too good to do. The American dirtbag believes they are better than the immigrant. Are they? I don't think so. I think their values have been corrupted by the Left. The American dirtbag would rather live off of us, for free, than actually contributing to the economy of their country. They are the problem.

I have no answer, but I do know this is a major problem. Now, I don't want to get into a immigration, illegal alien debate at the moment; I'll save that for later.

But, it does piss me off when someone living in my country cannot communicate with me because they refuse, or are too stupid, to learn the language. I think we ought to throw 'em all the fuck out.

Once they are gone, we could force the American dirtbag to work for a living.

The jobs are there.

Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston have split.

W H O G I V E S A S H I T ?

I say, Fuck 'em.

On the down side though, they won't be traveling to Israel to solve the Palestinian Problem.

This has me worried. I had so much hope!!!

Of course, I'd change my mind if he'd donate about 10 million to any cause that supports America. She can also kick in a little as far as I'm concerned.

Posting about this is a complete waste of time, but I've been known to waste a little time over the weekend.

I swap out my cell phone every couple of years. I have a particular brand that I like, so I usually upgrade to a newer model. I did it again, but on my new one, they reversed the functionality of the keys. "Dial" now disconnects, and "Hang Up" now connects.

At least I have a camera? I can think of no other use for this, except for taking pictures up girl's skirts in seedy bars.

Way too technical for me.

I just want the ability to say "Hello" from the back porch.

This has been resolved in my favor. It didn't even make it into overtime. The target was acquired, and destroyed.

Sometimes, you just gotta do, what you gotta do.

Damn, you're shootin' my trophy.

Needing rehab is an understatement.

I would say this would be THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND, except a British Queer beat me to the punch.

Shit, I didn't just say that, did I?

Anyway, I did get dressed up before I posted this, but I'm also, a big, fat, sinner.

There are “thinker uppers”, and there are “take the credit ‘ers”.

I’m going to have to play a game of life chess with the latter. Know what I mean?

I’ve won every slow dance I’ve ever been in, and I don’t think this one will be any different.

I am loyal, until you fuck with me.

Anyway, suffice it to say; the person on the back end of the first sentence is going down.

Down, Down, Down: See you later, Bye.

I wish I didn’t have to do this, but they brought it on themselves.

Damn!!!!!

There is so much I want to say, but some people know who I am. Not good, or at least, I’ll admit when I’m a chicken shit. I want to tell it like it is. Know what I mean? At least, that’s the way it is for me. Too many people, who could actually pose problems to my livelihood, have somehow discovered this blog. Not that I care. I really don’t. Fuck You!

I’m thinking of a pen secret name. Not really. Maybe another blog?

Does anyone know what I mean? Any Ideas?

I want to lose myself.

Thanks…

Velociman has got the ball rolling. I'll be there.

I don't give a shit either.

Christina has a bus trip in mind...I am so there.

I often hear people say they agree 100%. I also hear people say they agree 300%, or 1000%. What the hell is the diference?

If you agree 100% with me, then we're downtown with whatever it is was we were trying to agree on. If you agree 300%, does that mean I owe you 200% more agreement? What's that all about? How 'bout a thousand percent? 10 times?

I don't think it is possible to agree with someone > 100%. I can see "I agree with 70% of what you say, but..."

I'm just saying.

A note about my previous post: I'm sure he was talking about the "Other Folks". I'm kinda shy.

Acidman said, I'm "smart, articulate about as shy as a stripper outgoing, vivacious and a lot of fun to be around."

Thanks Rob, I'm in good company.

I look forward to the next time. Just don't give me a gun that can't be de-cocked, or we'll have to call in Eric the Paper again.

I took a couple of days off from blogging. I didn’t read or post anything; I didn’t even touch the Internet, except for work. The only time I fired up my browser was to access my Intranet. Did I miss it? Yes I did. You people are addictive.

Anyway, this is peculiar. It has been in the low 70’s here for the last several days. I’m talking shorts and tee shirts. Not that I’m complaining, but I hope it’s a good omen. It is never this warm in January. Never.

Hell, even my puppy is mixed up.