tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68617252024-02-28T01:33:36.765-05:00Anomalous NoodgeThe title says it all .....doesn't it?Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1114485441427034762005-04-25T23:12:00.000-04:002005-04-25T23:17:21.426-04:00Ta-Da!Yup. Yet another template change. The big ass (neon color surrounded) bee had to go. Anyway, honesty guys, too much? I think it might be just a little... busy. Maybe just one sidebar instead? Darker post color? Less foo-foo-ness? I can't tell. I always like my templates when I start then end up hating them by the time I use them. So... lay it on me.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1113627408829445372005-04-15T23:45:00.000-04:002005-04-16T00:56:48.830-04:00Here Comes The BrideWhat is this, National Everybody I Know Is Getting Married Day? Ok, so it's only 2 couples, but still. Both are getting hitched TO-DAY! So, congratulations are definately in order to <a href="http://hootress.blogspot.com" target="_new">Deirdre</a> & Rus and to Trish & Dan!<br /><br />Since I'm horrible at the mushy stuff, I stole these quotes about marriage instead...<br /><blockquote><br />Marriage means commitment. Of course, so does insanity. ~Author Unknown<br /><br />Wedding rings: the world's smallest handcuffs. ~Author Unknown<br /><br />A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers. ~Ruth Bell Graham<br /><br />Marriage changes passion - suddenly you're in bed with a relative. ~Author Unknown<br /><br />The best way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once. ~H.V. Prochnow<br /><br />Any married man should forget his mistakes - no use two people remembering the same thing. ~Duane Dewel<br /><br />If you haven't seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven't seen her smile her prettiest. ~Kin Hubbard<br /><br />Spouse: someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single. ~Author Unknown<br /><br /></blockquote><br />Ok, that was fun. But seriously, to the happy couples -<br />Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile. ~Elizabeth Browning<br /><br />Congratulations!Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1111254205570808222005-03-19T12:39:00.000-05:002005-03-19T12:43:25.573-05:00Cranky PantsYou know... <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/" target="_new">TLC</a> just pisses me off. I watch those shows like <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/wywo/wywo.html" target="_new">While You Were Out</a> and <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/tradingspaces/tradingspaces.html" target="_new">Trading Spaces</a> and <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/inafix/inafix.html" target="_new">In A Fix</a> and it really just pisses me right off. I want to buy a house. A house in which I can do whatever I want to the walls and floors and ceilings. We rent, which means every single wall is white (with the exception of the downstairs bathroom which is blue... with about 1/2 of the room covered in flowered wallpaper). Though the berber carpeting in the living room (and downstairs bath) is pretty nice (it's primarily blue with specks of every other color... it's not as ugly as it sounds) it <em>is</em> about 12 years old. Then there's the carpeting on the stairs and our bedroom. It's green. Not just green, but neon-ish pea soup green from the 70's. It's hot. And the carpeting in The Kid's room? That dirty pukey yellow, also from the 70's (the same color as our stove and kitchen wall tile). Even hotter. I can just imagine all the little germies hiding in that carpet if it's been here for 30 years. We've made the best of it so far. The walls are plastered with pictures, we have area rugs everywhere, plants to liven the place up, decorative items on every available surface (but not in that foo-foo, makes a person want to gag kind of way) and nice furniture. I've done my best to make the place look home-y and welcoming but I just don't know how much longer I can stand it. I hate this house. It's ugly and boring and I have to get out. I <em>need</em> colors. Lots of colors! Colors with ridiculous names. We've been talking about moving since last summer but we have decided to move this spring or summer for sure. I'll go alone if I have to. I hate the layout of this house. I hate that just beyond our backyard is an apartment complex (hell, every house in the town is back to back with an apartment complex). I hate that it's located on a main route. And I especially hate that I'm an hour away from everyone I know. We're planning on moving toward the halfway point between my hometown and here. Problem is, the halfway point is overpopulated, which I don't want. And the schools suck ass, which I <em>really</em> don't want. I want to live somewhere that when my daughter's older she can go out with her friends and I won't be hyperventilating the while time she's gone. And somewhere she can go outside and play without me hovering over her the whole time because I fear that there's some weirdo around the corner that's going to try to lure her into his car. I know that these things can potentially happen anywhere, but there are just some places that are better than others and anything I can do to lower the risks, I will do. Even in this town, which has a pretty damn low crime rate, stuff happens. A couple of days ago the school sent home a paper saying that they had a "precautionary lockdown" because "there was a report of someone in the area". Someone in the area? What kind of someone?! Who reported this someone? How did they know this someone was not supposed there? And just how big an area are we talking here? A letter that was a little less vague would have been great. You would think that they would want to pass along <b>all</b> the details so we could be on the look out at home as well. Not some ambiguous ass, just the basics, piece of crap letter. I'm getting away from the point of this post, but I guess I just realized that it's not <em>just</em> the house itself that is bothering me here. It's everything, from the traffic situation, the rude people and our stupid mail person who NEVER closes the damn mailbox (this is especially annoying when it's snowing because the mail become a giant wad of ice). I can actually see the contents of our mailbox from here (she just came). Looks like we got one of those So-And-So-Is-Having-A-Sale papers and a letter. To the neighbor's huge frickin' dog that always gets loose, the bugs that I've never even seen before (and the animals that I've never <em>wanted</em> to see... like the skunk that was wandering around our front yard), and the lack of landscaping around here (or more specifically, the amount of cement, stone and unkempt lawns). Right down to our ugly carpeting. It all just makes me crazy and irritable. Ugh. I'm going to go clean and/or rearrange something.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1111160732075166562005-03-18T10:31:00.000-05:002005-03-18T10:45:32.076-05:00Just Call Me Limpy McGimpThanks to yesterday's getting stuck in the driveway, my left leg below the knee is killing me. Remember all the rocking I mentioned? Well in order to rock, I had to work the clutch like a madwoman. I got a 20 minute 1 leg work out. So now my calf and especially my shin are being total bitches. Ok, ok, so it's not <em>that</em> bad. But what can I say? I'm a whiner. <br /><br />What the hell? Shin splints from (not even really) driving? Yeah, I am in GREAT shape.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110931589711775332005-03-15T19:00:00.000-05:002005-03-15T19:06:29.713-05:00What The Hell?I just had an interesting interaction (it wasn't really a conversation) with my daughter. The past couple of weeks she has been not very into taking her nightly bath or shower. Her excuse? "But I took one yesterday!" Ummm... when did this become a valid excuse not to bathe? And just where did she learn this 'every other day' logic? Ew.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110903631498356072005-03-15T11:18:00.000-05:002005-03-15T11:36:16.453-05:00Another Girly Post BUT There's Also Something For The Guys!Excuse the girly-ness again, but I just found <a href="http://candleandsoap.about.com/library/weekly/aa033099.htm" target="_new">THIS</a> "recipe" on how to make room fresheners using unflavored gelatin as the base. From what I gather all you have to do is make some jello and add candle fragrance. You don't even have to burn it. Just open the container you put it in and it smells up the whole room. I think I just might have to pick up some gelatin today when I'm out. I wonder if using flavored gelatin and adding fragrance would work. The only thing I wonder about is doesn't gelatin kind of "melt" when it gets warm? I'll let you know if I make them. And since I know the boys who read this are not especially excited to know about my foo-foo-ness, here's a <a href="http://margo.student.utwente.nl/el/microwave/" target="_new">link to a site that tells (and shows) you how to use your microwave to do stuff other than cook</a>. Oh, and you can thank <a href="http://oemperor.blogspot.com" target="_new">Ontario Emperor</a> for suggesting I make girly posts more appealing to the male gender. Go visit and enjoy! :)Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110859894868857222005-03-14T22:49:00.000-05:002005-03-14T23:11:34.873-05:00Hello, My Name Is Noodge And I'm A Scaredy-CatWhy do I insist on doing this to myself? I watch stuff like Unsolved Mysteries and documentaries about serial killers and all that creepy stuff then I don't want to leave the house for the next 2 weeks. I'm watching a show about <a href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/unsolved/btk/btk_jump_page.html" target="_new">BTK</a> and I just found myself checking to make sure the doors were locked. I think I worry about this stuff more than the average person. I expect the worst from everyone at any given time. The other day there was this guy wearing a long coat walking with his arms kind of crossed through the store. He just gave off that sinister-guy vibe and I immediately thought, "That guy looks like he's hiding a gun. Maybe I should leave. What if it turns into a hostage situation? What should I do? Shit. Ooh, that's a cute skirt!" Then promptly forgot about him. Yeah, I get side tracked easily. Anyway, am I the only one who is creeped out by about 75% of the population? Seriously, you just never know about these people. They're always "the guy (or girl) next door". Speaking of which, my parents' next door neighbor is just a little ... odd. He spent some time in a psych ward (a couple/few times actually) after claiming he was Jesus and said that God told him to drink bleach. His wife took him to the hospital and when they didn't find any bleach in him he said that of course they wouldn't find it because God prevented them from seeing it. I'm not trying to bash him or anything because he really is one of the nicest, gentlest people I know. He always says hello to me and asks how I am when I see him, always says hello to my daughter, asks my parents to let his dog out when they go away for the weekend. Hell, he held my daughter when she was only a couple days old and cuddled her like any baby-holding expert (they don't have children (something to do with his wife's health, I think) so I was surprised at how comfortable he was). But how do they always describe the serial killers? Upstanding members of the church, friendly, liked by almost everyone... stuff like that. I guess I just don't trust people in general. I'm constantly in a state of semi-panic whenever I go somewhere alone at night (even in my truck)... even when it's broad daylight I'm always thinking about what to do if I'm approached or attacked. Thank goodness I never went to college. I'd be a complete sociaphobe. I used to hang out in a college town with a group of people that went to the school and one of the girls that was an acquaintance was raped by 2 guys right around the corner from their house. Another acquaintance was "attacked" by a homeless person at a gas station while she was pumping gas. He wanted money. Luckily she was wearing a big ring and punched his hand when he grabbed her arm, causing him to let go and giving her the chance to get in her car and call the police from her cell. I used to hang out there all the time. I mean, ALL the time. I didn't even like walking the 10 feet from my truck to their door.<br /><br />Man, I hate thinking like this. I would love to meet people and think, "What a nice person." without also thinking, "or are they?". I'm so judgmental of people who look even just a little off. Like, naturally. Not the ones who strive to look weird. I'm fine with them. But anyway...<br /><br />I swear, I'm getting weirder by the second.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110820228562850282005-03-14T12:07:00.000-05:002005-03-14T12:10:28.566-05:00Watch Out, I'm About To Get Girly On Your AssYesterday The Boyfriend and I went to Bath and Body Works because my poor mommy has pneumonia and I wanted to get her something to make her feel good even if she doesn't <em>feel</em> good. Well, when I got to the register I was informed that I got a free item because I bought 3 items. Woo! So I asked the girl what she suggested because the boyfriend was getting antsy (we were there for 15 minutes... that's 5 minutes longer than his time limit) and she told me about the lovely, delicious, oh-so-yummy smelling Black Raspberry Vanilla scent. Oh my gosh, you guys, I smell like a walk in the forest on a lazy summer afternoon (but not in that sweaty, pine-y, I just stepped in squirrel poop kind of way). Anyway, this stuff smells soooo good. Kind of tangy (think lemonade). I love it. I also got some White Tea and Ginger stuff because it is equally as tasty smelling and I was almost out. It's a very light, spring-y smell. Scrumptious.<br /><br />Anyway, so next we went to Walmart because I wanted to get a basket and some other items to put in it for my mom. I ended up getting 2 baskets for $5 (bonus!) and some stuff like green tea and chicken noodle soup and some snacks that I know she likes but probably wouldn't buy. Anyway, we were wondering around and I spotted these flowers. OH my goodness, they were <em>the</em> coolest flowers I have ever seen. The middle was white and the outside was a deep, deep purple, almost like a royal blue. So I grabbed one of those and another one that had pink edges. After I got home and saw how good they looked in the basket, I decided that I really, <b>really</b> liked them and must have my own. So I will be going to Walmart shortly to hook myself up. If I can get out of the driveway, that is. I've mentioned that I hate driving before, but I don't know if you can understand just how much I hate driving in the winter. Especially because our driveway is stone, which means you can't shovel it for crap, and uphill... which means it's just a big ice slope by now. When you back up from your parking spot you're already halfway down the hill and it's impossible to get back up (we have one of those driveways that goes up in front of the house and back around to the road since it's a busy road and all but impossible to back out... trust me, I've been forced to do it a couple times, it sucked). And when you pull in from the road you have to gun it to get up the driveway... but not too much or you'll just slide off into the grass. Great fun. Anyway, since I hatehatehate driving in the winter, I'm not all that used to it and I'll feel like a complete idiot if I get stuck after 2 feet of driving... in my own driveway.<br /><br />Anyway, back to what I was talking about before I made a short story long. While we were at the store yesterday I also bought a Majestic Palm (it's not very "majestic" right now... I mean, we <em>did</em> get it from Walmart for $7.00, but with a little pampering it'll be just fine.) I originally got it to put in an empty space between a chair and end table but this thing is so damn big that it covered half the chair and most of the table. Hello rainforest. Speaking of this thing being huge, I think it should have a name. I've decided that it's a boy. I think "Frank" (pronounced "Fronk", like the wedding planner in Father Of The Bride) has a nice ring to it, but I'm open to suggestions. So for the sake of Frank we're going to re-arrange the livingroom (actually, just move the fishtank so we can push the couch over and make some space on the other end of the couch). Now all I have to do it tell The Boyfriend that I've elected him to do this.<br /><br />I have also decided that I need to get my ass moving on planting some seeds indoors so I can plant actual flowers outdoors when the time is right. Who wants an empty flowerbed that may or may not grow something? So I need to get some pots. And since I'm getting so in depth about what I plan on doing today, I also plan on picking up a gallon of milk, a gallon of distilled water, a new outfit for The Kid for "spring pictures" tomorrow (are spring pictures really necessary?) and a new pot for Frank. Oh, and I'm also thinking about washing the walls in the kitchen later. And I'll probably go to the bathroom a few times too. And there you have it. Now you know more about me than you ever wanted to.<br /><br />Have a great day.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110602057377537502005-03-11T23:29:00.000-05:002005-03-11T23:34:17.380-05:00Check This Out!Oh. My. Goodness. OhMyGoodness! <a href="http://www.createbands.com/" target="_new">THIS</a> is <em>the</em> coolest thing <b>ever</b> (next to the real thing, of course). You can create your own band and play music online! I'm so addicted.<br /><br />*warning - this "game" can potentially take up your whole day. :)Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1110493173737418542005-03-10T17:18:00.000-05:002005-03-10T17:19:33.740-05:00Stephen King Better Watch His AssI guess <a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=2281&ncid=2281&e=5&u=/thenation/20050310/cm_thenation/20050328williams" target="_">THIS</a> means they don't encourage creative writing classes in <a href="http://www.splc.org/newsflash.asp?id=977&year=" target="_new">Kentucky</a>.<br /><blockquote><br />William Poole, a high school junior from Kentucky, was taken into custody and charged with threatening to commit second-degree-felony terrorism for writing a story about a horde of zombies who wreak havoc in a school. It seems the boy's grandparents had been reading his journal, found a story he'd been writing for English class and promptly turned him in. According to a police detective, "Anytime you make any threat or possess matter involving a school or function, it's a felony in the state of Kentucky." Based on that kind of reasoning, a judge raised Poole's bond from $1,000 to $5,000 after prosecutors requested it, citing the seriousness of the charge.<br /><br /></blockquote><br />Not only are his grandparents just a <em>little</em> nuts for turning this stuff in but, hello(!) have they never heard of privacy? The kid is 17 (for pete's sake) and was using his imagination (*gasp*) to write a story. The horror. And what possessed them to run directly to the school with this anyway? He was writing it for an English class. Meaning he was probably going to turn it in eventually for a grade. This kid is apparently some sort of genius. Not only does he cleverly put his threats into the form of a story, but must have also somehow created an army of flesh eating zombies to carry out the attack. Ok, everybody, all together... Run around in circles and scream because the zombies are coming to eat your brains. <br /><br />I swear, people do stupid stuff solely to give other people something to blog about.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1108910798952306692005-02-20T09:39:00.000-05:002005-02-20T09:46:38.953-05:00Unconscious Mutterings Week 1071. Dirty work:: Do my dirty work scapegoat (I hate Metallica)<br /> 2. Shopkeeper:: flower shop... Little Shop Of Horrors (which my boyfriend has never seen!)<br /> 3. Goodness:: for goodness sake<br /> 4. Yearning:: wanting<br /> 5. Show and tell:: favorite toy<br /> 6. Trapped:: Trapt<br /> 7. Malcolm:: X<br /> 8. Season:: fall<br /> 9. Bestseller:: Stephen King<br />10. Desk:: job<br /><br /><a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com" target="_new">Unconscious Mutterings</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/subliminal.lunanina.com" target="_new"><br /></a>Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1107845027956687612005-02-08T01:32:00.000-05:002005-02-08T01:43:47.956-05:00Just Wondering...Question:
<br />I have naturally curly hair and I don't really do a lot with it. It's always pulled up, otherwise I have this <em>super</em> sexy poofball on my head. When I straighten it I can actually do stuff with it and make it look nice. So I was just wondering; is it socially acceptable to wear a head band after 3rd grade and not look like a total doofus? I found my stash of old head bands (that I never wore because... you know... poofball) and tried one out and I looked like a 12 year old. Without the head band I can totally pass for 16 (... which is just awesome, considering I'm 24 and all). Anyway, I don't want to look any younger than I already do and ... well, I haven't seen people wearing those things in quite a while. So... Head bands: super cool or super lame?
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1107658990441481952005-02-05T21:58:00.000-05:002005-02-05T22:03:10.440-05:00People Are StrangeWe have this feisty old Hungarian woman as a landlord and while I was at my parents' house yesterday, my boyfriend called me and, well... here's the conversation :
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<br />Him : Hey, remember when there was an ambulance at the house the other day?
<br />Me : Yeah
<br />Him : R had a stroke
<br />Me : What?
<br />Him : Yeah. She called M hospital and asked them if they would take her to K hospital and they said no. So she said, "Fine, I don't need you then" and hung up on them.
<br />Me : What?
<br />Him : Yeah. She said she just laid on the floor for like, a half an hour and then the ambulance came anyway and took her to K hospital. She couldn't do anything with her left side...
<br />Me : Hahaha, "I don't need you". Oh, is she ok?
<br />Him : She had to have some sort of bypass surgery. An artery on her brain came loose or something.
<br />Me : Um... Came loose?
<br />Him : I don't know. Something like that. Anyway, she has to come over on Monday. Her basement's leaking so she's suing the guy who did it and wants to check ours.
<br />Me : So this means I have to clean the basement?
<br />Him : <b>I</b> have to clean the basement.
<br />Me : Oh, ok.
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<br />Ok, so first, telling an emergency service "I don't need you"? Freaking Classic! I love it. Second, she just had surgery and she has to go back in a week to have the same surgery on the other side and she wants to come over to make sure our basement is in good shape. Hello, don't they prescribe bed rest after surgery these days? Especially for older patients? This lady is a beast, I tell ya. She doesn't take crap from anybody but she's also very nice (and <em>great</em> with The Kid). It's funny.
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<br />...Ever have a post where you have no idea how to end it? Where you're just, "It's over, now what do I do?" Let's pretend I'm not tired and actually made some sort of effort here, k?
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<br />Oh, and I sooo should have made myself sound smarter in our phone conversation.
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1107362969303218632005-02-02T11:47:00.000-05:002005-02-02T11:49:29.303-05:00Well Isn't That Convenient...Everyday when the kiddo comes home from school, she empties out her bookbag so we can put all her work in a binder. Well, yesterday we both managed to forget about it. About 20 minutes before we had to go out and wait for the bus this morning I decided to get all the papers out and what did I find? A bag. With a letter person in it. And a note saying that she had to bring items (smaller than the bag) to school today that started with the letter "U" (of all letters, it had to be "U"?). I can think of exactly one thing that I can put in a bag, that is smaller than the bag, and is school appropriate. Umbrella... which turned out to <em>not</em> be smaller than the bag by thismuch. Luckily she thought of Unicorn. But really. You can't exactly take Underwear to a group of kindergarteners and a Uvula would be pretty hard to put in a bag. I thought about a Utensil (like a fork or something) but that probably would have just confused all the kids, if the teacher even made the connection (not that she's stupid or anything). I'm sure there's some obvious things that I totally forgot about that I could have sent in but hey, I had 20 minutes and it was morning! Why couldn't she have gotten "S" or "T"? Wonder what lucky kid got the letter X.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1107278013082627182005-02-01T13:10:00.000-05:002005-02-01T12:13:33.083-05:00I Just Killed Someone, Now Where's My Pizza?!<a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=583&e=2&u=/nm/20050201/od_nm/mexico_prison_dc" target="_new">This</a> story about prisoners in Mexico getting pissy about being denied their <em>illegal</em> rights just cracks me up.
<br /><blockquote>Deprived of their flat-screen TV's, mobile phones, pizza deliveries and long visits from lovers, inmates at Mexico's top security prison complained on Monday they are being treated "like dogs."</blockquote>
<br />Wow, that's harsh. Not letting convicted murderers in a <b>top security prison</b> live like free men... what are those prison officials thinking?!
<br /><blockquote> A government crackdown in prisons, aimed especially at drug lords and other violent criminals, has the prisoners of La Palma jail close to Mexico City up in arms at the "subhuman" conditions they face.</blockquote>
<br />"Subhuman"? I know it sucks to be without your cell phone, but come on! Is this prison full of drama queens? Do they not remember the 80's when <em>no one</em> had a cell phone (and if they did were too embarrassed to carry it because it was bigger then their head)? Anyway, apparently these guys paid for a full page advertisement (<a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/050126/137/2j8xx.html" target="_new">hey, that sounds familiar</a>) demanding that their human rights be respected... and that they wanted the right to buy their choice of soft drink from the prison store. Can you almost <em>hear</em> me rolling my eyes here? I didn't realize that soft drinks were a human right. They have food, shelter and clothing. Sounds to me like their "human rights" are covered, considering the amount of law abiding people that don't even have that.
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<br />The advertisement then goes on to say:
<br /><blockquote>(prisoners) claim hooded guards are now torturing them. They say they are only being served one cold meal a day, at 1 a.m.
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<br />"People dressed in black, blue and gray, covering their faces with ski masks, constantly come into our cells and hit us and kick us, telling us that for real social rehabilitation, we have to obey orders and we are only going to understand that through violence," the prisoners said.
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<br />"This is degrading us, treating us like dogs, like animals, like we are worthless, telling us that we are in this place to be severely punished because we are the scum of society," they said.</blockquote>
<br />I'm sorry, but if these guys had flat screen TV's, cell phones, pizza deliveries and conjugal visits, I find it hard to believe that masked men are, all of a sudden and for no apparent reason, coming into their cells and beating the crap out of them. You know, just for fun. And the fact that they are upset about being told that they are there "to be severely punished because we are the scum of society"... it's ridiculous. What, are their feelings hurt? You would think that by being in prison, they would have a better concept of reality than most people.
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<br />I don't know how many times I can say it! You cannot claim that your rights are being denied when they just aren't "rights" to being with.Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1106764848916271122005-01-26T13:32:00.000-05:002005-01-26T13:43:35.016-05:00Mwaa-ha-ha(Stolen from <a href="http://site.angrypete.net" target="_new">Pete</a> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>)
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<br />Wackiness: 12/100
<br />Rationality: 50/100
<br />Constructiveness: 50/100
<br />Leadership: 38/100
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<br />You are a SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you a <b>Evil Genius</b>.
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<br />You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
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<br />Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
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<br />You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
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<br />Of the 81166 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 14.2 % are this type.
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<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1105864731789342952005-01-16T03:22:00.000-05:002005-01-16T03:38:51.790-05:00Unconscious Mutterings - week 102<a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com" target="_new">Unconscious Mutterings</a>
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<br />1. Yoda:: a girl I knew in school (don't look at me like that, I didn't give her the nickname)
<br />2. Mensa:: what the hell is "Mensa"? I hope this isn't a common knowledge word that I have somehow managed to ignore for 24 years.
<br /> 3. Pink:: reminds me of my best friend who is just a little obsessed with the color
<br /> 4. Text message:: pain in the ass
<br /> 5. Galactic:: Beastie Boys
<br /> 6. Chicks:: soft, yellow, fluffy baby chickens
<br /> 7. Quesadilla:: Yes please! And don't forget the extra sour cream.
<br /> 8. Backpack:: I used to carry one at all times. Hey, you never know when you'll need a band-aid, a pad of paper or a pair of flip-flops.
<br /> 9. Socket:: wrench
<br /> 10. Compromise:: I'm sorry, I don't know the meaning of that word. :)Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1105544701659752142005-01-12T10:24:00.000-05:002005-01-12T10:50:16.420-05:00It's The End Of The World As We Know ItI hate Ohio.
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<br />Today - 63 F
<br />Thursday - 62 F
<br />Friday - 30 F
<br />Saturday - 28 F
<br />Sunday - 25 F
<br />Monday - 20 F
<br />Tuesday - 26 F
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<br />And that's being optimistic. All the other sites I check for weather are usually about 5 to 10 degrees colder than this one. I can't even go out and enjoy the warmish weather today because it's pouring rain. There's been constant flood watches and flood warnings for like, 2 weeks straight. This past year's weather has been mighty weird. Hurricanes, tsunamis, snow storms, mudslides, floods... if I believed in the second coming, I might be worried. Just to be safe, maybe I'll build an arc... actually, I'll build a pirate ship. Hey, if I'm checking out, I might as well look cool doing it.
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104713025982512392005-01-02T19:41:00.000-05:002005-01-03T12:37:08.670-05:00My Resolution<table style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black;" align="center" width="300">
<br /> <tbody><tr><td><p align="center">In the year 2005 I resolve to:
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<br /> Procrastinate more.
<br /> </p><p align="right"><a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net/" style="color: red;">Get your resolution here</a></p>
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<br />Yeah, like that's even possible.
<br />Stolen from <a href="http://www.dellsdiner.com" target="_new">Dell's Diner</a><a href="http://delldiner.com/" target="_new"></a>
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104514187984240692004-12-31T11:49:00.000-05:002004-12-31T12:29:47.986-05:00Out With The Old, In With The New!Can you believe it? It's almost 2005 already. Now I have to spend the next couple of months training myself to write "2005" instead of "2004". There's going to be a lot of crossing out for a while. I'm not making any resolutions, unless you want to count "not make any resolutions". I never stick to them and there's nothing that I really <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>want to do... unless someone wants to suggest something. Something nice, none of that "try to pull you head out of your ass" stuff or anything like that. Besides, I've tried that already. It doesn't work. :) Anyway, I'm just happy that I can finally take down the tree and the garland and the stockings... yay! I wanted to do that the day after ... you- know- what- day- that- I- vowed- not- to- talk- about- for- another- 11- months, but The Boyfriend said "Noooo!!! It's like, bad luck... or something.". Yes, that was a quote. He didn't seem very sure as to why I shouldn't take all that stuff down, but I didn't argue because there's <span style="font-style: italic;">a lot </span>of stuff and it would take all day. Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy New Year! I've "met" a lot of really great people this year through this site and through it's comments and through <a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/" target="_new" title="blog explosion">BE</a>, and I just wanted to tell everyone that has ever visited and/or commented (or that does in the future) that you guys rock! I hope the new year brings good luck and happiness in everything you do. Have a blast tonight! By the way, what the heck <span style="font-style: italic;">is </span>everyone doing tonight? I still have no idea what we're doing. There's a big controversy about whether to stay in (with friends) or go out (with friends). Some people want to stay in because they don't want to "get into trouble" and others want to go out because they don't want to "stay in this craphole all night". Yes, more quotes. I'm thinking about just saying screw it and going to my parents' and having a nice quiet evening with the fam. We'll see. I still have about 11 and a half hours to decide. I work best under pressure (um... not really, but it kinda sounded good). Anyway, like I said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy New Year!</span>
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104339473657080212004-12-29T11:47:00.000-05:002004-12-29T11:57:53.656-05:00Bright Light! Bright Light!Oh my goodness, what is that bright, burning light? It's hurting my eyes. I think... wait, is that the sun? It IS the sun. And it's shining brightly! And melting all the snow!! I can see the rocks in our driveway even! *gasp* And is that my truck?! It <span style="font-style: italic;">is </span>my truck. It's been buried in snow so long that I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. Ooh look, there's some water! It's warm enough for WATER?! Where's my suntan lotion?
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<br />Hey, I never said I wasn't melodramatic.
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104334623137425112004-12-29T10:11:00.000-05:002004-12-29T10:37:03.136-05:00Pretend There's A Title Because I Don't Feel Like Making OneWell, no <a href="http://www.falloutboyrock.com/" target="_new" title="fall out boy">Fall Out Boy</a> for me last night. I didn't even realize that it was the 28th until about 5:00pm and being sick... well, you know. So I stayed home and mysteriously went into some weird super-clean mode. I deep cleaned the kitchen for about 3 hours. Of course, it's dirty again because I'm the only one who knows how to put stuff away or wipe a counter off if I spill something. Cleaning was much better than going to some dumb old concert anyway.
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<br />Ok, I lied, it wasn't. And I'm bitter.
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<br />Anyway, I thought I was over that whole "don't really feel like posting" thing, but it turns out that I don't think I am. Hmph. Maybe I'll feel better after I get rid of the holiday decorations around here. Oh, and after it warms up a little. It's supposed to be up in the low 50's or high 40's for the next four days. How lame that I'm excited about 45 degrees! That's it, I'm moving. Somewhere warm... with no snow. Or earthquakes. Or hurricanes. Uh, and no venomous or poisonous animals.
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<br />Wait, does that place even exist?
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104168573418322202004-12-27T13:25:00.000-05:002004-12-27T12:30:18.866-05:00Jerry! Jerry!I just turned around and looked at the tv and Jerry Springer is on. There's a woman trying to beat the crap out of a man and a man dressed as a woman waving her... uh, his....whatever arms around and the title is "I Was A Mambo Dancer For The FBI". This may be the first time ever that I really wish I was paying attention to the show. Why the heck would the FBI <span style="font-style: italic;">need </span>a mambo dancer?
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104136688327183782004-12-27T03:22:00.000-05:002004-12-27T03:38:08.326-05:00*sniff* It's been confirmed, I'm officially sick. My eyes are scratchy, my throat is raw and I can generally only breathe out of one nostril, depending on which way I leaned last. My poor little nose is already sore from the constant swiping with damn scratchy tissues. I know, it could be worse, so stop complaining, right? And it's not like I have the flu or anything like that, but I'm not used to being sick. I'm never sick! Well... <span style="font-style: italic;">almost </span>never. Either way, it sucks. Sucks bad, to be precise. Ugh! Now if you'll excuse me, my nose is running... I need to go catch it.
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6861725.post-1104094912758174982004-12-26T15:41:00.000-05:002004-12-26T16:01:52.756-05:00FinallyWell the big day has come and gone and everything was wonderful. Imagine my surprise! It is now imperative that I stop talking about it. And I don't want to see or hear mention of Christmas for at least 11 more months. I'm so burnt out on holiday cheer that I could vomit. Anyway, on a completely unrelated topic, I'm pretty sure The Boyfriend got me sick. My throat is starting to hurt and I'm sniffling. I usually don't get sick when everyone else does. Mostly I'm the asshole that's sick <span style="font-style: italic;">after </span>everyone else has gotten over it, threatening to re-sick everyone. Fun stuff. Other than that nothing new is going on. Back to boring. And that's just fine with me.
<br />Jengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12202615303162121180noreply@blogger.com