I was reading earlier when a memory from a time in junior high popped into my head. Like all kids my friends and I used to do the straw and spitball thing to annoy one another during class and eventually it escalated to shooting at the teachers when they weren't looking.

Of course there is always some punk who takes it beyond the boundary. I remember we had a substitute one time and she was writing something on the blackboard. While she was doing that I shot a kid named Dave in my class with a spitball. I was laughing silently when I looked over at him and he looked back at me. He then held up a sheet of paper and stuffed it in his mouth! I remember thinking "WTF???" and he just smiled with a devilish grin.

I knew I didn't want to be on the receiving end of that HUGE spitball so I quickly scribbled "You Win!" on a piece of paper and surrendered like a Frenchman. He smiled and scribbled a note of his own, then held it up. It read "I can't swallow it, so what now?"

I started laughing again and pointed at the blackboard. The Sub. was still going to town writing something long and boring up there. Dave smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I then turned back towards the board to watch the show. A few seconds later a loud, 'THWAP!' hit the board and just about everyone jumped in their seats! Right near the Sub. was a big white blob sticking to the board! Heheheheheheheh

I don't really remember what happened after that, just that the class all burst out laughing and the Sub. flipped and demanded to know who threw it. No one said a word and the laughter semi-died down. It quickly started up again when the Sub. used a ruler to peel the giant spitball from the blackboard and flip it into a trash can.

Heheheheheh, oh man, those where the days.


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@17:42 EST 3.2.2002 Motorcycle Moments
I was staring at the wall the other day, and all of a sudden a bunch of the wacky things I did when I had a motorcycle popped into my head. As we all know, I like to share, so here we go. Oh yeah, this is by no means a complete list of the shit I did :)

Moment 1
My buddy Dion and I were heading to Belmont Park from his house, and during the ride we started racing eachother. It started when we were making the change from the north/south highway to the east/west highway. As we came off the ramp, he juiced it and I was like "that fucker!" so I sped up to catch him. He started to slow down because of traffic (the fool!) while I just zipped between the cars and kept going! We changed positions a few times because of traffic and I remember looking at my speed, it was close to 100mph usually, and climbing to 120-130mph when there weren't any cars.

After a few miles we came to the off ramp we needed and took it. At the bottom was a traffic signal so we had to wait because it was red. I remember looking over at Dion and giving him the thumbs-up. All of a sudden we both heard some loud talking. I remember thinking, "man someone has their radio on loud!" Then the message became clear, it was "Pull over and shut your bikes off and drop your keys on the ground!" Oh shit!

Dion looked at me, and I looked at him, and then we both looked behind us. It was one of the all black Mustangs the Highway Patrol used. We called them stealth cops because you could never see em coming...bastards! After we saw him we looked at each other again and just shrugged our shoulders.

We then followed his orders and pulled our bikes off the road and put our keys on the ground. At that point he got out of the car and came over to us. He asked us the typical "do you know why I pulled you over?" Dion: "oh man, do I have a taillight out?" Me: "not a clue."

He's like, "well lets put it this way, I heard you guys go racing by just as I got off the highway (me thinking: damn Dion and that loud, but sweet sounding aftermarket pipe!) and I immediately got back on and started pursuit. But after getting up to 140mph I still wasn't gaining on you guys too much." Dion/Me thinking, "no shit, cool!"

He then goes on, "do you guys know how fast you were going?" Me:"I'm not gonna lie to ya sir, probably about 110mph" He's like, "no you guys were doing about 90mph." Dion and I looked at one another again, while the cop went on: "Look if you guys were doing over 100mph I'd have to impound your bikes and arrest ya, so how about you admit to 90mph and take these tickets." (wasn't a question, definitely a statement)

So he started writing up the tickets and we started having a friendly chat with the guy. Of course Dion always pushes things, so he asks "Dude, if we decided to run, which one of us would you have gone after?" (Me thinking: dude shut the fuck up!) The cop just laughed and shook his head.

Moment 2
Another time I was racing with Dion down the highway heading to a party. We came to a crossover ramp from the north/south highway to the east/west highway. And once again that bastard shot off like a rocket! I saw him lean the bike over on it's left side and stick his knee out. Since he had a faster bike I knew I had to beat him in the turn and get a better drive once we got on the main highway again.

So I dropped down a gear and took off after him, and was able to get close to him and slide my bike under his to take the inside of the turn. We were so close at this point, I could lift my right foot a bit and tap him on his left elbow (which I didn't). The bad thing was, if my bike lost traction and crashed, since I was on the inside I would have taken him down with me.

I remember glancing over just as he noticed me that close and his eyes going wide! Heheheh, poor bastard I thought he would shit himself. I forgot to mention we were doing about 70mph at this point. So if we had gone down, we would have bounced back and forth off the walls of the crossover ramp quite a few times before coming to a halt. So anyway, he freaks seeing me come under him with only a few inches to spare and taps his brakes and drifts a bit wide. All I remember thinking, was "so long sucker!" and getting on the gas some more since I now had some breathing room.

By the time the turn was ending, I still had good momentum to help me accelerate once we hit the straight, while Dion screwed himself by tapping the brake a bit. So once we hit the straight I juiced it to 100+mph to try to leave him in the dust. But then we came up to the off ramp we needed and I had to slow down :( At the party we talked about it and had some good laughs. Dion was like "Dude, what the fuck, you surprised me! I glanced over and was like 'Oh shit!' and tapped my brake and then kicked myself for doing that!"

Heheheheh, sucker.

Moment 3
A guy I knew bought a ZX10 motorcycle and at the time it was released it was the fastest bike you could get off a showroom floor. It topped out at 185mph! I remember bugging him everyday to let me take it for a spin. He wasn't too keen on the idea because I had a reputation as a crasher...all lies I tell ya! ;)

So one day he relented and tossed me the keys. Sucker. I promised I would behave and just take it down the strip and back...no highway or top speed tests. First thing I noticed getting on the bike was that it was FUCKIN HUGE! So I got this pig fired up and outta Belmont Park where we hung out and heading down the strip.

I figured I would take it easy since the bike wasn't as light and nimble as mine. So I thought oh well, just try to pick up some chicks. This was back when California didn't have helmet laws so it was pretty fun cruising the strip on a bike. Nothing really happened until I was on my way back to Belmont Park. I was sitting at the light which had just changed to red when some guys pulled up next to me in the other lane to wait also. The guy looks at the bike then at me, and says "Dude, you gonna punch it?" Me: "nah, it's not my bike...but ah shit why not, watch this!"

So the light turns green and I punch it! I was expecting a huge wheelie or something, but the bike just accelerrates HARD, and I'm holding on for fear the thing is gonna shoot me off the back! The road kinda curves a bit to the next light so I turn the handlebars and they just swing loose! I'm like 'fuck the steering is broken and I'm shooting down the road with no way to turn!!!! FUUUUUUCKK!'

I then calm down a split second later and just lean a bit to my left and the bike moves in that direction (god I love bikes for that) and at the same time ease up on the throttle. I then feel a little bump through the handlebars and realize I've been riding a tiny wheelie the whole way...hehehe, I'm so stupid! So I stop at the next light because it turned red and that pickup stops beside me again.

The guys in the truck are like "DUDE THAT WAS FUCKIN SWEET!" I look at em and nonchalantly say "yeah it was O K, nothing special." Then the light turned green and I took the left into Belmont Park and gave the bike back. I noticed that my hands were still kinda shaking from the adrenaline rush...god I love bikes!

Moment 4
I was riding home through Balboa Park by the San Diego zoo one day, when I got to the part of the road I loved. It was about half a mile long and kinda twisty. I usually tried to time it so there weren't any cars blocking the two lanes on my side so I could punch it. This is a 35mph zone, but trust me, it's much more fun on a bike going about 80+mph.

So I got to the "starting line" and punched it! I was having a ton of fun hanging off dragging my knee close to the ground and all the other shit you would typically see during a motorcycle race. But then the fun ends when you reach the stoplight :(

So I stopped, put my bike in neutral and sat up and used my gas tank as a drum while playing a tune in my head. I then noticed a flashing out of the corner of my eye and was like WTF? I then leaned forward to look in my rearview mirrors and sure enough, there was the police cruiser sitting right behind me. Fuck.

By this point it had gotten so routine I had all of my paperwork in a special pocket of my tankbag. The two cops came over and asked me if I knew why they pulled me over. I of course replied "Do I have a tail light out?" :) They're like "uh no, you seemed to be driving a little erratically back there and exceeding the speed limit." Me: "Really? damn I didn't realize I was speeding. I thought the speed limit through there was 65?"
Cop: "No sir, it's 35mph."
Me: "Damn, I could have sworn all two lane roads were 65mph for some reason. Live and learn I guess."
Cop: "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
Me: "Well, I live in that building right there, guess I was just in a hurry to get home since I was so close." Pointing at my apartment building less than a block away.
Cop: "Well we have to give you a ticket for speeding."
Me: "Crap, ok if you have to."

At this point I noticed they had a prisoner in the back seat.

Me: "Whoa, what did that guy do?"
Cop #2: "We can discuss that."
Me: "Ok. Wait, since you guys have a prisoner, that means you couldn't have chased me if I ran right?"
Cop #2: "Correct. Why? Were you thinking of running?"
Me: "Nah, I didn't even know you guys were there. I can't even pay attention to the speed limit, so what are my chances I'll even see you guys in time to run?"
Cop: "Hahahahah"
Cop #2: "Haha, good point."
Cop: "Tell ya what, since you're so close to your home and didn't make us chase you, we'll let you off with a warning."
Me: "Sweet! I promise not to speed again!"
Cop: "Sure buddy."
Cop #2: "Riiight, anyway, have a nice day sir."

God I miss California cops sometimes. They get a bad wrap all the time, but the ones I've met seem pretty damn cool.

I'll post more of these at some point.


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@20:50 EST 3.1.2002 Medal of Honor

Here is a actual account of a Medal of Honor recipient:

Rank and organization: Lieutenant Colonel, U.S . Army, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry, 3d Infantry Division.

Place and date: Near Sigolsheim, France, 26 December 1944.

Entered service at: Glendale, Calif. Born: 23 November 1915, Denver, Colo. G.O. No.: 47, 18 June 1945.

Citation: Commanding the 1st Battalion attacking a strongly held enemy position on a hill near Sigolsheim, France, on 26 December 1944, found that one of his assault companies had been stopped and forced to dig in by a concentration of enemy artillery, mortar, and machinegun fire. The company had suffered casualties in attempting to take the hill.

Realizing that his men must be inspired to new courage, Lt. Col. Ware went forward 150 yards beyond the most forward elements of his command, and for two hours reconnoitered the enemy positions, deliberately drawing fire upon himself which caused the enemy to disclose his dispositions. Returning to his company, he armed himself with an automatic rifle and boldly advanced upon the enemy, followed by two officers, nine enlisted men, and a tank.

Approaching an enemy machinegun, Lt. Col. Ware shot two German riflemen and fired tracers into the emplacement, indicating its position to his tank, which promptly knocked the gun out of action. Lt. Col. Ware turned his attention to a second machinegun, killing two of its supporting riflemen and forcing the others to surrender. The tank destroyed the gun.

Having expended the ammunition for the automatic rifle, Lt. Col. Ware took up an M-1 rifle, killed a German rifleman, and fired upon a third machinegun 50 yards away. His tank silenced the gun. Upon his approach to a fourth machinegun, its supporting riflemen surrendered and his tank disposed of the gun.

During this action Lt. Col. Ware's small assault group was fully engaged in attacking enemy positions that were not receiving his direct and personal attention. Five of his party of 11 were casualties and Lt. Col. Ware was wounded but refused medical attention until this important hill position was cleared of the enemy and securely occupied by his command.

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@3:20 EST 3.1.2002 Words to Live By

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it. ~Buddha

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@16:20 EST 2.23.2002 More fuel for the fire

This is from a poster on a message board, and I totally agree:

This touches a spot on me, that I just have to itch. So I will.

Everyone in America believes that racism is white vs black. That whites hold the all the cards, and that blacks are being oppressed. But look at the facts...

Blacks have their own colleges.

Blacks have their own grants for college

Blacks have the NAACP ( You try starting an all whitey group )

Blacks have the "Black essence awards"

Blacks have politcal groups, to insure that their best interests are taken care of

Blacks have Black History Month. Hey, where is Spanish history month, or Pacific Islander history month?

All the time here in America we are so fucking stuck on being "PC" that we dont see what we are doing. We are creating a society of haters. Minority haters. Racism could have been erased if we worked on peoples minds. How they felt. But now, blacks are given special treatment. I know here in Seattle, there were 2 situations where 2 blacks were shot in 2 different incidents with officers. BOTH justified. But the officers were "racist" mind you. They had to be to shoot a black man. Right? Its bullshit. Am I racist? Nope. But I know where I stand when it comes to my goverment. I am treated less than a black man. When it comes to school loans, or a job, I will ALWAYS be passed down when compared to a black man in the same category. Because laws passed make it like that.

I didnt mean to offend anyone here. That was not my intention in the slightest way. But if your black, and you think YOUR being oppressed, look at it from MY side of the street. You got it damn nice from where I sit.

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@16:13 EST 2.23.2002 Exactly!

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, got some midlevel governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies. I'm not in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn it! I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne, Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang. I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer. I believe it's called the Boy Scouts for a reason. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you'd better do it in English. I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July. I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4-7 years of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened. I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God. My heroes are John Wayne, the Simpsons, and whoever canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it. I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I am freezing my ass through a long winter?

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you, so shut-the-FUCK-up already.

I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches. And where does he get his money. And why is he always part of the problem and not the solution. I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them. I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you are breaking the law, regardless of what color you are. I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation the world for the next four years. I hate those bastards standing in the intersections trying to sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making 'donations' to their cause. These people should be targets. I think if you are in the passing lane, and not passing, your license should be revoked, and you should be forced to ride the bus until you promise to never delay the rest of us again. I think beef jerky could quite possibly be the perfect food. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child; it takes two parents. I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. I think Dr. Seuss was a genius. I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise. I believe if she has her lips on your willie, it is
sex, and it is sex for both of you. This even applies when you are
President of the United States. If that makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.

Sincerely,
George Carlin

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@12:58 EST 2.23.2002 The Problem with Parents

Read a interesting article this morning. And yep, set me off big time. The reason is the parent in the article. This guy has a kid, but doesn't want to take responsibility for him. Here's a quote:

Until receiving a recent rash of tickets, Shifflett said he'd never heard of ticket-writing in schools. And he doesn't like bearing the punishment for his child's misbehavior.

"To me, it's a lot of money. I'm going to end up paying for it," Shifflett said. "My 15-year-old son doesn't work. They're basically punishing the parent."

Well no fuckin shit buddy! Who the hell should be punished??? I think parents should bear more and more of the punishment for their kids. It would hopefully eliminate these fuckers that refuse to take any responsibility for their kids doing shit they shouldn't be.

Today with all the interference from Social Workers, parents think their kids are little angels that just need the right combination of drugs to be a straight-A student. Bullshit.

What little Bobby needs is a PARENT willing to deal out a good old fashioned punishment! I used to dread getting in trouble because I knew I was screwed when my nanny or mom found out. My nanny would usually sit me in a corner or make me clean something that wasn't all that pleasant. Doesn't sound that bad now, but as a kid it was a major detterent.

My mom, god bless her was more physical. I was real rebellious and prone to talking back. A normal spanking wouldn't do shit, because I was immune to the pain. But a nice smack in the mouth shut me right the fuck up! My mom didn't believe in all this shit nowadays about ADD and other bullshit made up to make kids "special."

I believe my mom did a good job raising me, and the punishments were right on the money for the shit I did. I doubt I'll be talking to a psychologist and have a "revelation" that I was a battered child and sue my mom for all kinds of money. My mom raised me to be strong and proud and willing to take responsibility for my actions. I wouldn't change that for the world.

I vote for getting social workers and drugs off of todays kids and go back to the parenting of yester-year. A more hands-on approach is needed. Parents and kids today are heading down that nice road called denial. None of these fuckers are willing to say "hey you know what, I fucked up and should be punished." They'd rather say "well, my little Bobby has trouble paying attention in school, isn't there some new miracle drug to make him into a child I don't have to take responsibility for?"

Oh yeah, here's the article that set me off: Shouldn't be a Parent!

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@7:48 EST 2.23.2002 We Were Soldiers

When I first saw previews I was like "eh, I might go see it" but after reading the review by a soldier I respect, I'm keen on seeing it. Review

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@22:08 EST 2.22.2002 Double Standards?

Yep, I ranted about this crap a few days ago, and you know me, I don't let shit go. So here's some more fuel for the rage I got boiling inside me :)

I'd classify these as "Hate Crimes" but then again, I think those should be abolished. I think existing laws should be enforced before we start adding crimes based on "hate."

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@11:29 EST 2.21.2002 Where's the Outcry?

I don't see Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton stirring up boycotts or rallies to help this guy out...why not? Fuckin Hypocrites!

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@8:27 EST 2.21.2002 Books Kids Shouldn't See

Not sure where the hell I came across these book covers, but they are funny in a sick and twisted kinda way. Protect the Children!

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@9:19 EST 2.16.2002 New Suit

I'd definitely buy one of these suits if they were available: Super Suit

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@9:31 EST 2.15.2002 iHate Apple

I'm not a big fan of the cult-of-personality that is Apple or as I call em The Steve Jobs Cult.

Anyway here is a iParody about em:

Cult Training

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@8:46 EST 2.15.2002 Where do you stand?

Heya, if you get a second take this quick quiz to see where you stand. I wasn't surprised, but I think some of you might be...but who knows.

Quiz

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@16:10 EST 2.14.2002 Peapod, only way to go!

It was only a matter of time: Check Out Rage!

I've been near that point when people ahead of me pull out the check book for a $4 purchase.

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@15:44 EST 2.14.2002 Memories

I was a bit bored today, so I went through some old emails I had stored away. Seems I've been a wise ass for a long time. I've copied some of the better quotes from these emails below:

Email exchange with a friend discussing my usual preparation for playing paintball:
"My friend in NY usually watches Full Metal Jacket while he cleans and preps his gun. He is usually reciting the poem from the movie "this is my rifle, there are many like it, but this one is mine..."

I usually just gear up and stare at myself in the mirror and repeat over and over, "you are a absolute badass! But chicks still dig your sensitive side"

Response to my buddy's comment about how he's so tough he rips tags off mattresses at Sears:
"I usually pick up those tags and make diapers for midgets. I then make them run around as living targets so I can hone my paintball skills, the ones that avoid being shot, I then kick in the ass :)"

My one friend commenting on Netscape back when they were semi-relevant:
"Netscape's solution to most security breaches is to limit functionality. So you have a product that doesn't do shit, but is secure."

Unknown poster on a newsgroup:
"I always wanted to be an assassin. The idea of lining up some poor slob who shouldn't be consuming air and water in the first place in my sights and ending his worthless existence always appealed to me."

Old Bill Gates quote:
"The one thing Apple's providing now is leadership in colors," Gates said as he pointed out a red-colored Intel-based personal computer on display. "It won't take long for us to catch up with that, I don't think."

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@15:08 EST 2.14.2002 Oldie but goody

This is an extract of an National Public Radio(NPR) interview between a female broadcaster and US Army Lieutenant General Reinwald about sponsoring a Boy Scout Troop on his military installation.

Interviewer: "So, LTG Reinwald, what are you going to do with these young boys on their adventure holiday?"

LTG Reinwald: "We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and shooting."

Interviewer: "Shooting! That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it?"

LTG Reinwald: "I don't see why; they'll be properly supervised on the range."

Interviewer: "Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?"

LTG Reinwald: "I don't see how; we will be teaching them proper range discipline before they even touch a firearm."

Interviewer: "But you're equipping them to become violent killers."

LTG Reinwald: "Well, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are you?"

End of the interview

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@7:20 EST 2.14.2002 My words are:

Swede, Political Correctness, Pravda, and Euro trash.

Check out this guy's words: Looney Tune

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@15:37 EST 2.13.2002 Ladies! The perfect gift for your man!

Ladies, are you looking for something special to get your man this Valentines day? Well look no further!

http://www.manties.net/

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@15:24 EST 2.13.2002 Comprehensive List!

My buddy sent me this list, which seems to be the most comprehensive one to date:

http://www.warwolf.com/list.htm

I've started a thread in the forums listing my favorites. Here's the link for that: http://www.warwolf.com/ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=3&t=000007

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@16:51 EST 2.12.2002 Some Damn Funny Stuff!

If you don't mind foul fuckin language, watch these Macromedia Flash Movies! Good stuff! Just get past the opening rap or mini-game to the actual episodes and the fun really begins.

Episode 1: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP1.html

Episode 2: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP2.html

Episode 3: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP3.html

Episode 4: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP4.html

Episode 5: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP5.html

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@7:46 EST 2.12.2002 Forums!

Heya, by popular demand I've set up a area for people to post comments and stuff. Check it out here: http://www.warwolf.com/ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi

Or click the link to the left under Pictures, called: Forums

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@12:00 EST 2.11.2002 Grrrr, those f*ckers!

The article speaks for itself:

http://www.utb.boras.se/uk/se/projekt/history/articles/ww2/ww23.htm

Of course you know I gotta make a comment ;) All I gotta say is, I wish I could be as arrogant and self centered after helping Hitler keep going for two extra years. Thanks you fucks!

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@11:51 EST 2.11.2002 Heheheh, It's about time!

A few months ago you might remember how I vented about my last job. Well, if not let me recap.

I worked in the US office and had 3 teammates that handled support, and 3 managers officially, but only one I listened to in reality. All three were swedish, which wouldn't be a big deal if it hadn't been for the warnings I received when I first started at that company. The warning was, "if you aren't swedish, don't expect a promotion or expect to be treated as a equal." Nice.

Sadly, that warning proved to be oh so fuckin true!

Let me breakdown the "team" as it was before I got laid off:

Shadow-boss (Swedish), supposedly works for another company within the main company, but still has way too much say in the main company's affairs. Wouldn't be bad, if he actually contributed plans that weren't along the lines of 'just do it, and we'll fix it later.'

Direct-boss (Swedish), was a replacement for the guy (American) who originally hired me. Initially, he showed a lot of promise but then Shadow-boss, started exerting way too much control and shit went downhill fast from there.

Pseudo-boss (Swedish), was a support guy who's been with the company for a long time and started in the Sweden office. Moved over to the USA to take over support for the few remaining Macs. Before he showed up, we were well on the way to finally getting those pieces of shit out of the company. But now that he's arrived, I noticed more Macs than before. Even users that had been using PCs happily, are now using OVERPRICED, underpowered Mac laptops...good waste of money there. This guy also seems to have the most vacation days of anyone I ever met. We (the Americans) always joked that he was taking our vacation days on top of his. I mean seriously, every two weeks the fucker is out for 2 weeks. Not sure how the fuck he pulls it off, but it's definitely a swedish perk, since I haven't seen anyone else take that much vacation.

Network-boss (Swedish), was the second guy hired as a replacement for my original hiring boss. This guy is in charge of making sure our email, servers, internet connnections are all running and stable. So far 'stability' isn't one of the words used to describe the network today. We constantly joked about all the money poured into the network since he was hired, and how it's more fragile than when he started. It also didn't help that he didn't care when his changes caused a ton of work for us. He also wasn't too keen on people questioning his conclusions. He'd storm off like a child when you would question his actions. Of course being swedish he was always right about everything. I guess the state of the network is proof of that ;) The odd thing was, we got along fine outside of work, but couldn't stand working with one another...odd.

Support-guys (3 Americans, 1 Irishman), we were responsible for keeping the end-users up and running. This job wasn't made easy because of shit done to the network behind our backs and without informing us. We'd constantly be barraged with calls every week after a network change fucked a lot of users and they couldn't work. We'd then have to try and find out what the fuck happened, which would mean going to Network-boss and trying to get him to admit that he or Euro-Network-boss changed something. Fun.

We also had to support a thousand plus users at offices all over the world, using the phone, which in a lot of countries sucked for quality, or a piece of shit remote program that was in use since before I started there. This POS program seemed to get worse with every new version...incredible, but par for the course considering it started its life on the Mac. God, I hated that fuckin program!

So as you can see, there were seven of us in the US office, and only four that did support. Let me just repeat that so you really see the big picture: 4 guys, supporting 1000+ users all over the world. Sure there were guys in Europe, but a lot of times we'd end up having to help them with their stuff on top of doing ours.

So anyway to the main point of the post and the corresponding title. After September 11th, they had a series of layoffs and let 2 of us support guys go. Now that would make sense if we weren't swamped by the workload already. But instead of fighting to keep all of us, and having a Pro-active IT team, Direct-boss decided to roll over like a french puppy and let them cut his team. So that left THREE managers and TWO workers in the US office...good planning there.

So now you have TWO guys supporting the world and being asked to come in on weekends and work nights. Of course those nights and weekends, wouldn't be paid for. And as if that wasn't enough to break their spirits, they were told that they wouldn't be getting pay raises in the forseeable future, nor any of the other perks other departments routinely get. Nor was there any possibility for promotion and in fact to them it seemed like they were being demoted over time.

This was evident in our daily joking sessions at lunch when they would say it's only a matter of time before they were asked to "clean the bathrooms, and vacuum the floors." Also the contempt the swedes showed them became more overt. Meetings would constantly take place and only swedish would be spoken and decisions made, that would then be passed on to the Final-two to be carried out. Of course since they weren't involved, the plan would fall to shit, because the Swedish-three didn't know the details of how the end-users were setup.

So anyway, one of the Final-two gave his notice a few weeks ago and left on his terms instead of being humiliated and treated like a second-class citizen in his own country. And today, the Final-one gave his notice and will be leaving on his own terms in a few weeks.

Of course Direct-boss was flabergasted that these two guys would quit. I guess you really can't smell the shit from atop the ivory tower.

To the Final-two, I say GOOD LUCK, and don't look back. You don't have to be second-class citizens anymore!

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@9:08 EST 2.10.2002 Man...

Man o man, just when I think there are no truly good people in the world, I come across someone like this:

http://www.quadcitytimes.com/search/story.php?file=/rednews//2002/02/27/stories/whitten/story98.txt

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@8:03 EST 2.10.2002 Oh yeah!

Here's my new god: http://www.tubcat.com/

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@7:59 EST 2.10.2002 Good Quote

Here is a quote I read today that hits the nail on the head:

"I contend that we are all atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."
-- Stephen F. Roberts

If you want to check out the discussion thread that came from, head over here: http://cgi.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=113914

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@19:40 EST 2.9.2002 Give me a break!

The article below is one of the reasons I never want to own a home in the USA. Fuckin PC is going to far when it makes it seem you don't actually OWN the home, you're just renting it from the state and the handicapped.

I remember listening to a host of talk show in California talking about the shit he went through with his house. He lived in one of those cliff homes, and had a long set of stairs going up to the house. I think he said it was 20-30 steps, maybe more.

Anyway, he was doing some work on the inside, and they took the molding around the bathroom door off. The state inspector happened to see it, and mentioned that according to the law, he now had to widen the door so a wheelchair could fit through. The host was like "Are you fuckin kidding me? I don't have any friends in wheelchairs and I don't foresee any in the future willing to climb those stairs!" The inspector insisted it was the law, so he had to widen the doorway a couple of inches.

A few inches doesn't sound bad, except it also meant he had to move a wall that ran the length of the house on top of that, so that the door would overlap. Guess who gets to pick up that bill? Nope, not the hypothetical handicapped guy!

Being handicapped sucks, but for such a tiny percent of the population, it seems the majority is being forced to conform to the minority...and that sucks.

I think making public places accessible is fine, within reason, but I think it should be up to individual homeOWNERS to do what they want. After all they are the ones paying for the place.

Anyway, I'm off to a party so I gotta wrap this up. Here's the link to the news article that set me off: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,45146,00.html

Hopefully this party will make accomodations for me by painting the walls blue, since white represents the man keepin' a brother down! ;)

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@9:28 EST 2.9.2002 Aaaaarrrrrrgggg!

I totally agree with this guy...this people need to be eliminated from the gene pool!

http://shayne-michael.com/c-12.htm

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@7:40 EST 2.8.2002 If you got the bandwidth...

I found a neat video on demand service for broadband users. You can click this link and go take a look: http://www.intertainer.com/partners/msn/index.html

It'll run a bandwidth check to see if you can use their service. If you can, I think you might like it.

I'm off to watch the Ali/Foreman fight!

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@5:47 EST 2.7.2002 If true, holy shit!

Man, sometimes I wish I had the power to eavesdrop on anyone at anytime. I would love to know if the stuff in this news post were true or not.

http://newsmax.com/showinsidecover.shtml?a=2002/2/6/232740

Sign me up for Project HP btw ;)

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@5:11 EST 2.7.2002 Happy Birthday Ronnie!

I'm a little late, but I'm sure he'll forgive me! But anyway, Happy Birthday Mr. Reagan!

In honor of his birthday, here is a link to some of his best quotes:

http://rightwingnews.com/article.php?sid=1210&mode=thread&order=0

Take a look at em, good stuff. Here's one of my favorites:

"A recession is when your neighbor loses his job. A depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his."

Heheheh

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@19:28 EST 2.5.2002 Heheheh, so true!

For years I thought it was funny and sad the way actors now days walk around with a ton of bodyguards trying to look important. Seems Charlton Heston agrees: http://entertainment.yahoo.com/entnews/st/20020131/101248920007.html

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@19:28 EST 2.2.2002 Gun Fun Round 3

Well, my buddy Rob called me last night and wanted to plan some range time for today (Saturday). Since I can never pass on that stuff, I agreed to go. I called him on Saturday morning around 11am, since I knew his lazy ass wouldn't get up before 2pm and also because I would probably take a nap if I didn't leave the house soon ;)

So we arranged to meet and then go pick up my buddy Stuart and then head to New Hampshire. So Rob picks me up, and I tell him where we need to meet Stuart, so as we drive I try to explain exactly where that spot is. He's like "shit, why didn't you say so, we can get there faster this way!" Long story short, we fuckin ended up adding about 9 traffic lights to our journey.

Then on the ride up, we missed a turn, and had to backtrack, and just when we think we're good to go, Rob spaced on another turn and we gotta backtrack some more.

We finally get to the range and in the past we start with some "warm up" guns to get the juices flowin, but for some reason, we all just said fuck it and went straight for the heavy hitters. I got a Thompson Submachinegun (Tommy gun) because I've been playing a game recently that has this gun in it. Another friend, was whining because he says the gun is too accurate in the game, and I said he was full of shit :) So to prove my point, I told him I'd rent it and send the target out as far as it would go at the range and see how well I did. If you click the pictures link below, you'll see that I was correct, even firing semi-auto instead of single shot, I was still able to keep my shots in the prime areas.

Stuart had picked up a MP5-K 9mm submachinegun for his first choice and was hammering away a few lanes away. After I had gone through a clip or two with the Tommy gun, Rob walks in with one of the workers there, with a fuckin M60 Machinegun!!! He's carrying a belt of ammo and when people catch a glimpse of this shit, they all stop what they are doing and come over to watch the show.

Rob went first and was having a grand old time, then it was my turn, and then Stuart finished off the belt of ammo and that was that. The worker was there the whole time unfortunately. I say that because, my buddy Chris who lives in Virginia and I always joked how, when I got to shoot it, I should reenact the scene from Aliens, where Vasquez yells "Let's rooooooocccckkkk!" and just empty the whole belt downrange. Alas, I couldn't do that with the guy there :(

After that, Rob went and got a new version of the MP5, called the UMP-45. It fires a larger caliber round compared to the MP5, which means it has a bit more kick. But it was still a sweet gun and easy to keep on target.

It was at this point that Rob looks at me and say "lets have a contest, we'll each shoot a clip of 25 rounds and the person with the most points wins." I'm like "ok." So Rob goes first and when he's done we pull in his target, he doesn't do bad, 3 or 4 shots were in the red and the rest were spread out around it.

So we mount a fresh target and send it out the same distance. I take aim and fire a few shots slowly, then as I get the feel for the gun, I start firing faster. As we pulled in my target, I looked over at Rob, and he looks at me and says "fuck you." I didn't know why he said that until I turned and looked at my target. At that point I started laughing my ass off...shit I'm still giggling like a schoolgirl now! All 25 of my shots went through the red bullseye!

We ended up renting a bunch of other weapons for the rest of the day, got my favorite pistol the Desert Eagle .50 that was made by the Israelis. Man when they make a gun, they make a gun to stop someone with one hit. I guess living in a constant state of war, means you don't have time to be all PC like the knobs we have here in the USA.

I ended up renting a rifle because Rob wanted to fire something heavy duty and they didn't have any ammo for the Benelli shotgun, which was a bummer. I ended up renting a M1A1, which is a older rifle still in use by the Navy SEALs due to it's reliability and accuracy. Rob once again brought up the "contest" and they ended with similar results :)

All in all it was a kickass time, and I highly recommend you go if you ever get the chance. Don't be a lemming and believe all the shit propaganda the news tries to pass off as fact. Go fire a gun yourself before you decide they are evil and should be banished. Once you do, you'll see they aren't the self-motivating death machines the news and anti-gun people portray them as.

As the stats show, more people are killed by doctors each year, than by guns...think about that the next time you go visit a doc :)

Sleep tight.

http://www.warwolf.com/GunFun3.htm

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@19:43 EST 1.21.2002 More Venting

Recently here in Massachusetts on the news they showed a story about a small boy who was killed when the sliding door on his mom's minivan slammed shut on his head.

What seemed to have happen, is that his mother was dropping off at school, and as she pulled up to the curb, she hopped out without putting the minivan in PARK. So as she jumped out, it kept moving forward. At the same time the kid in the back, slide the door back and started getting out. Just about the same time he was getting out, the minivan slammed into a telephone pole. The front end of the minivan was crushed in big time...it wasn't a little dent. At which point the sliding door slid forward and crushed the little boys head. As I said earlier, tragic.

But what sent off this rant, was the fact that they reported there was "a investigation into why the door slammed shut." WTF, I can solve that fuckin mystery right now. The minivan SLAMMED INTO A FUCKIN POLE!

If you've ever dealt with a sliding door, you know that when opened fully the door, semi-locks open. With a little extra tug, it'll slide forward again and close. If a minivan SLAMS INTO A FUCKIN POLE, that easily approximates more than a extra tug needed to shut the door!

The only thing that has saved me from losing my mind over this is the fact it's the police that started this "investigation" not the mother. Considering it was the mother that left the minivan in drive that caused it to roll forward and slam into a telephone pole. At this point, I think the "investigation" should be closed, and the mother should just move on and grieve.

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@19:13 EST 1.21.2002 PC bastards & a Rant

I think the Politically Correct Thought Police shit has gone too fuckin far! It seems anything and everything now days is "offensive" to someone and the PCTP come running to squash it! FFS people, if it offends you, tune it out, look away, plug your ears, but don't take away peoples right to be offensive :)

There is tons of shit that bugs me, but I don't crusade to have it stopped/banished/made illegal/etc. I just tune it out and go about my business.

Take for example the town that tried to ban people from dressing as Santa Claus and riding on the Fire truck during a parade...because TWO families out of the entire fuckin town didn't like it. WTF??? Is Santa going to drop down the chimney and murder your family? No! Is he just some fat bastard in red clothes? YES! So fuckin get over it.

I personally have zero use for religion, yet my every waking moment isn't spent trying to abolish it from the world. I just tune it out and go about MY business. If someone comes to my door trying to get me to attend a bible meeting or some shit, I don't call the cops and a lawyer to sue, I just say "no thanks" and shut the door. Easy, see?

I was glad to see that commercial recently showing all those people saying "I'm an American!" It's about fuckin time. All this PC: Asian-American, African-American, Native-American, etc. can blow me. If you are a citizen of the USA, you are a American period! Don't try to make the USA into the country your ancestors came from, since they most likely came hear for a reason. I love how most blacks think of Africa as this wonderful paradise, when in fact most of the continent is still stuck at primitive levels. Most of the bastards here if given a free ride back to the motherland, would be in for a major shock and most likely would be scrambling to hop back on a plane to the good old US of A...even though the "man" is keeping them down ;)

No one is keeping anyone down. You make your own destiny. So shut the fuck up, and take responsibility for your own actions and stop trying to blame/censor others.

Have a nice day.

Oh yeah, here is a link to some of the PC shit that set me off: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,43521,00.html

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@7:32 EST 1.15.2002 Poor Mac Users

After reading this article: (http://www.pbs.org/cringely/pulpit/pulpit20020110.html), I really do feel bad for Mac users. They are like battered women. They know they should leave but they keep going back hoping things will get better. I can't imagine being one of those people blindly following the whims of a ego maniac.

Take the time to read the article, and you'll understand what I mean.

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@11:37 EST 11.26.2001 Merry XMas?

Since no matter what I do, my brain keeps going, thinking up weird shit, I decided to post some of the latest.

I don't know about you, but everyday I think about new terrorist attacks. I don't think what will happen IF they happen, I think more about the HOW and WHEN they will happen. Even thinking the way I do, I don't wake up with "night terrors" or live in blind fear, it's more of a morbid curiosity. I remember reading awhile ago, that the government was talking with Hollywood about possible terrorist scenarios. I also read recently that some people suspect Osama has about 40 or so backpack nukes in the USA already. After my brain processed this info, it came up with a few ideas of how they could be used in terror attacks.

You need to understand that just blowing shit up isn't the goal, you need to make people change their lifestyles and jump at shadows. Take the anthrax letter attacks for example. John and Joan Public initially had nothing to fear since all of the letters were going to high profile individuals. But I remember seeing people going through the trouble of putting on gloves, examining mail before bringing it into the house etc. A few simple letters and it changed hundreds, maybe thousands of lives around the country.

Anyway, enough backstory, on to the possible terror scenarios my brain cooked up while I watched TV or played games, and even while napping! Damn you brain!

Scenario #1: The End of NYC

Most people will agree that New York City is the symbol of America. If I was Osama, it would be a priority target. How would I accomplish that though? Well if I had backpack nukes (BPNs), it would be relatively simple. Keep in BPNs aren't full scale nukes in terms of destruction. They were designed for blowing up large targets like dams and stuff like that. As you can imagine from the 'backpack' part of the nickname, they are quite small and easily transported.

Now if you wanted to wipe out NYC, it would be relatively easy. (At least according to my brain) What you would do is detonate a few of the BPNs in strategic areas around NYC. The Empire State building, and Wall Street immediately come to mind. As the world and USA reacts to these attacks and aid starts coming in, you then initiate the terror part of the equation.

That is, use more BPNs to take out all of the bridges and tunnels leading to the island. This would have the effect of creating total chaos. The only emergency aid available, at least initially would be local agencies. At the best of times this is never enough, during something like this, forget about it. Without a presence to keep people calm and under control, I think riots, looting, etc. will be popular.

Scenario #2: Drink of Death

Once again, people in the know have mentioned that there are plans to contaminate our water supplies. I'm not to sure how they would be too successful with this. For one, most people I know, don't drink tap water anyway its all bottled. Of course if you could contaminate THAT supply, we're pretty much fucked. Also, I'm not sure what you could put in the water that would survive being used to make coffee.

But if I was gonna do it, I wouldn't target the water, I would target the coffee. Coffee to americans is like tea to the Brits. If all of a sudden people didn't get their coffee, shit would hit the fan.

Ah hell, lost my train of thought, once I get back on track I'll update.

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@6:09 EST 11.20.2001 It's a Miracle!

I had a craving the other day for a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich while ordering my groceries online. So I took a virtual stroll down the aisles and came across SQUEEZABLE jelly!!! Holy shit, I've been waiting my whole life for this! No more having the jelly fall off the knife as you take it from the jar, or using a spoon to scoop it out and then trashing the bread as you try to spread out the "lump O jam" you get.

Now with the miraculous squeezable jelly bottle, you just squeeze and get a nice even spread of jelly on the bread. Oh yeah, and now you don't have to worry about getting peanut butter in the jelly jar or vice versa since you only need a knife to get the peanut butter on the bread.

Now if they could only come out with squeezable peanut butter I could die a happy idiot.

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@0:37 EST 11.5.2001 This Just In!...

I'm still falling asleep every few hours with that dog here! Does anyone know of a weird allergy or anything related to dogs, that makes you extremely tired?

Before this dog showed up, I was doing ok for the most part, maybe taking a nap every other day or so, now I'm taking naps 2 or 3 times a day. Freaky.

This dog still outclasses me in the laziness arena, she only goes for walks, because usually after we get back I give her a treat...if it wasn't for that, she'd just hold it in. Oh well, she's still a funny dog.

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@7:05 EST 11.2.2001 Oh yeah....

For those of you who know me this is old news, for those of you who don't, this is "news".

About a month ago I was laid off along with a bunch of other employees. These layoffs were a result of the September 11th terrorist attacks in NYC. The company I worked for was mainly a travel company, and since the attacks, people haven't been traveling much.

Even before the attacks and subsequent layoffs, I was trying to find another job. The reason for this was that I was extremely unhappy there after my return from Hong Kong. The reason for this was the fact that my boss, treated me like I was the biggest slacker in the company. Every five minutes, he would come in and ask me what I was doing, and a few times even grab my mouse from me to see what was on my computer screen. Luckily I'm more in control of my temper now days, because in the past, crap like that would have caused me to hurt him :)

I'm not sure where he got the idea I was a total shit employee, maybe it was the fact that I busted my ass in Sydney, Australia for twenty-one days to get two offices setup correctly. My first week there, I even did a 43 hour marathon trying to get one office setup to meet the assinine one week schedule they gave me.

Or maybe it was when I first started working for him, when I noticed that the departments I was responsible for were in total chaos because of the previous IT Support guy, and gave him a plan to redo all of the machines so they wouldn't have so many support issues.

I think I really showed what a "slacker" I was when I setup a new office in Portland (with the help of a teammate who was also laid off) and when that site when live, they had very minor issues related to work I had done. And most of those were because of his constant, "hurry up and do it" mentality.

I think I started to lose respect for him, when that "this has to be done yesterday" mentality of his kicked in. Most legitimate managers plan things out and think about the long term. Not there baby!

For example, just before I was canned, we cleaned up the server room and re-racked a bunch of servers. If I had been responsible for that project, I would have used Dells free software to plan out what servers go in which rack...not my boss baby! We just eyeballed it and wasted time when shit didn't fit.

He also lost points when he let one guy who has the "manager" title, but hasn't earned the right to lead, take off that night, even though it had been planned weeks in advance. So most of us stayed until 12:30am with a few staying until 3:30am, while this guy came in at 7:30-8am or so to make up for missing the "fun" we had the night before. Needless to say not a good way to manage.

I think I lost all hope/respect for my boss while I was in Sydney. I was still kinda strung out from the 43 hour marathon when my boss complained to me that it was taking too long to get the offices redone. He compared me to the guy who was redoing the South American offices. This is the guy who's servers reboot spontaneously, has the admin logon and password show up in the 'Registered To:...' window, and also lost a few years worth of financial data in one office. Meanwhile, I think out of all the offices I have redone, only one person lost a few files.

Go fuck yourself comparing the two of us like that. I was one of the best guys you had, and instead of a "thanks for the hard work" and a handshake, all you gave me was a "push G on the elevator, and exit through the double-doors" Hey thanks!

What's that? You want to hear other ways he lost points with me? Well saddle up cowboy, this is a long ride.

How about all the times, he never stood up for us when people made bullshit demands. For example, every day around 3pm all of us in the direct end-user support team would go down to the first floor and grab a soda and snack, and take a 10min break. This was a needed respite to get away from the ringing phones, emails, and people stopping by. Someone had a problem with that, so now he told us we couldn't do that anymore. If we wanted a break, we had to do it in the tiny kitchen area next to our offices. That was BS because people would still come down to find us if we didn't answer the phones, or he would come by with some "emergency" which usually meant a executive couldn't print out some stuff on a non-supported ink-jet printer.

I got tons more, but I just realized, I'm so happy to be outta there, I'm not even gonna finish my rant. In closing I will say that department is destined to fail under his leadership the way he's running things now. He is pushing away all the workers who know what the fuck they are doing. I was glad to hear he kept a guy who is known throughout the company as a "nice guy, but useless as shit" and even earlier in the year made him a manager! Woohoo, current the US IT Support stands at 3 Managers, 2 Workers...you do the math ;)

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@6:21 EST 11.2.2001 Dog's Life

Well, it's official, I'm leading the same life as a dog. I'm watching my buddy's dog while he's off in Paris for a few days and I've noticed a ton of things the dog and I have in common.

First, is the fact that we both enjoy a good long nap. Second, we both aren't keen on going outside, unless it's really necessary. Third, we enjoy snacks.

I went into my bedroom yesterday, and found the dog sacked out on my bed, I started petting her, next thing I know it's a few hours later when I wake up.

Most dogs when you say "walk!?" will get excited, grab the leash, jump up on the door or something, this dog just kinda looks at ya, with a "yeah, whatever" kind of expression. I love that.

Not a 100% on the snack thing, but I think she enjoys them more than her full meals...but then again, don't we all.

Well, that's it for this edition.

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@21:21 EDT 10.17.2001 Luckily He's Gone

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, which killed six and injured 1,000, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 5 US military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Kohlrabi Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 US military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of US embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 3 US sailors, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if Clinton had kept his promise, an estimated 6,000 people would be alive today.

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@7:03 EDT 10.13.2001 Avoid Malls on Oct 31st

Rumor I read:
I have a friend here at work whose sister-in-law has a friend who was dating an Afghanistan man before Sept 11th. He stood her up on Sept 9th, so she went to his apartment and it was cleared out completely. Then the next day she received a note from him that he was sorry he had to end their relationship this way. The note also said not to fly on Sept 11th and don't go into malls on Oct 31st. She's turned this letter over to the FBI. > Seeing how the first date was correct, I don't think we'll plan on taking our kids trick or treating through a mall on Halloween this year.

Not sure if the above is legit or not, but the source I got it from, is pretty trustworthy and if they give it credence, I figured I'd pass it along.

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@6:59 EDT 10.13.2001 Kinda Sums It Up

Miss America and Miss Afghanistan
by Mary Betz

On the left is Katie Harmon, Miss America, wearing the swimsuit she chose for the competition.

On the right is a typical Afghan girl, wearing the heavy smothering burqua as required by the oppressive Taliban regime.

Miss America is a junior at Portland State University, hoping to eventually get a Master's degree in Bioethics.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from receiving any education at all, and cannot read or write.

Miss America has worked as a lab assistant at both the Oregon Health Sciences University and the University of Puget Sound.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from working.

Miss America's father is an engineer. Her mother is a teacher.

Miss Afghanistan's father was shot by a gang of Taliban militants.
Her mother begs for bread scraps since she cannot work or remarry.

Miss America wowed the judges by singing a Puccini aria, "O Mio Babbino Caro."

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from singing or even listening to music of any kind.

Miss America will be traveling the nation nonstop during her reign.

Miss Afghanistan cannot leave her house without a male family member, cannot drive, and cannot be out after dark.

Miss America is an advocate for breast cancer research.

Miss Afghanistan cannot be treated by a male doctor, and for all practical purposes has no access to medical treatment of any kind.

Miss America can date, marry, or divorce anyone she chooses.

Miss Afghanistan will be stoned to death if caught in the company of a male outside of her family. She is likely to be sold into an arranged marriage to a man who already has two wives.

Miss America wears sunscreen on the beach to keep from burning.

Miss Afghanistan cannot live in a house with windows unless they are painted black. Since she must wear a burqua outside, her pale translucent skin has not seen a ray of sunlight in years.

Miss America could have been disqualified if her swimsuit did not meet pageant standards.

Miss Afghanistan can be flogged if the holes in the mesh covering her face are too large.

Miss America will decide how many children, if any, she wants to have.

Miss Afghanistan will be pregnant 3-4 times more often than Miss America. Unfortunately, her babies are 25 times more likely to die in the first year. One out of four will not see their 5th birthday.

Miss America is majoring in speech communications at PSU.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from speaking in public.

Miss America is 21. Since the U.S. life expectancy for women is 80, she's still a very young woman.

Miss Afghanistan is also 21. But since the life expectancy for an Afghan woman is 43, next year she will be "over-the-hill." Besides having a shockingly short life expectancy overall, Afghanistan is one of the only countries in the world in which women have a shorter life expectancy than men.

Miss America is a beautiful, intelligent woman and everyone knows it.

Miss Afghanistan could be a beautiful, intelligent woman...but nobody will ever know it.

God Bless Miss America

God Help Miss Afghanistan

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@0:23 EDT 10.10.2001 Osama at 14

Thought you might get a kick out of this picture if you haven't seen it already: http://www.lucidlogic.com/jon/binladen.jpg

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@18:24 EDT 10.9.2001 What the??? Another post? Yep :)

Another advantage of this new posting tool is that I can now let other people post stuff with ease. So if you ever feel like posting something drop me a line at news@warwolf.com and I'll see what I can do.

Granted if I don't know you, I'm gonna have to take the "who the f*ck is this person? and why do they want to post?" attitude. Of course if you got some funny stuff, or some rant you just want to get off your chest, send me some samples and I'll see what I can do.

Keep in mind, this is the site love built, but anger keeps it running ;)

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@18:13 EDT 10.9.2001 Some Changes

As you may or may not have noticed, in the past I've promised to submit stuff on a pretty regular basis. I never fulfilled this promise for a number of reasons, mainly the pain it is to manually modify the page just to post a few blurbs.

I've found a link to this program called NewsPro and so far I like it. It should let me post stuff easily now, from anywhere without requiring the tedious manual edits.

Of course, we'll see how long this lasts.

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@15:16 EST 12.31.2001 Happy New Year!

Here is some light reading for ya before you head out to party tonight. Stay Alert, Stay Alive!

http://www.hackworth.com/31dec01.html

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@1:16 EST 12.28.2001 More Jokes: Osama style

Osama bin Laden has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. "I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do: I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."

Osama bin Laden thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room. In it was Manuel Noriega and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty-handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No," said Osama bin Laden, "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The devil led him to the next room. In it was the Ayatollah Khomeini with a sledge-hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Osama bin Laden.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Osama bin Laden saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Osama bin Laden took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."

The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go."

Joke #2
Osama bin Laden calls President Bush and says, "Mr. Bush, I had a vision last night. In my vision, Muslims had taken over the United States. Beautiful domes were added to all of the important American buildings, and banners proclaiming 'Allah is Great' flew from each dome."

President Bush says, "You know, Binny, I had a dream the other night too. I dreamed we restored Afghanistan to its previous glory. It was once again a progressive country, with women able to walk through the cities, and return to work. People were healthy and well fed. You know, I saw signs throughout the country too!"

Bin Laden says, "Yeah? What did they say?"

Bush said, "I don't know. I can't read Hebrew."

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@21:49 EST 12.22.2001 Motivational Doll!

Heheheh, this has to be one of the coolest things I've seen in awhile.

http://www.sideshowtoy.com/cgi-bin/category.cgi?category=military_figure&item=3401&type=store

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@21:34 EST 12.22.2001 Good Jokes

Here are a few jokes, I think are pretty damn funny.

Joke #1
An elderly couple goes to bed. After a few minutes, the old man cuts a fart and says, "Seven points." A few minutes later, the wife lets one rip and says, "Touchdown! Tie score." So the old man blasts another and says, "TD! I'm ahead 14 to 7." The wife again breaks wind and says "It's good! Tie game."

The old geezer tries but can't muster another fart. He waits a few moments and then decides to give it everything he's got, but there's a awful wet sound. The wife asks, "What the hell was that?" "Er, halftime. Switch sides."

Joke #2
A burglar breaks into a house one night and turns on his flashlight to find an expensive stereo. As he approaches it, a voice behind him whispers, "Jesus is watching you." The startled burglar turns and shines his light on a caged parrot in the corner of the room. "Was that you?" asks the burglar. "Yes," answers the parrot. "My name is Moses. How do you do? Squawk!" Amused at the talking bird, the burglar asks, "What kind of people name their parrot Moses?" "Squawk! The same kind of people who name a Rottweiler Jesus."

Joke #3
One day at a mortuary, an embalmer says to his boss, "There's a problem with the new arrival -- a jumbo shrimp's sticking out of her privates." "That's impossible," the boss says. "Show me." They go to the table, the guy flips back the sheet, points, and says, "See?" The boss takes a closer look and says, "You idiot, that's not a piece of shrimp. That's her clit." "Hmm," says the embalmer. "Sure didn't taste like a clit."

Joke #4
A Civil War soldier awakens in a field hospital. He looks at the doctor and says, "Something is wrong, Doc. I can't feel my legs!" "I know," says the doctor. "We had to amputate your arms."

Joke #5
A genie sees a bear chasing a rabbit and calls out to the bear, "If you stop chasing that little rabbit, I'll grant you each two wishes." The bear agrees and says, "Ok, I want to have the biggest penis any bear ever had." The genie nods his head and it is done. The rabbit says, "I would like a motorcycle." The genie shrugs and grants the rabbit his wish. The bear says, "I want all the bears in the world to be female except me." His wish is granted. The rabbit gets on his bike, revs it up, and says, "I wish this bear were gay," and peels out.

Heheheh, and that's all folks. Hopefully they amused you as much as they did me.

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@9:54 EST 12.15.2001 WTF was he thinking?

Not sure when he went insane, but its very clear he has. Take a look at this pic, and you'll see what I mean.

http://www.warwolf.com/images/misc/michaels.jpg

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@12:05 EST 12.14.2001 Stripper Files: Case #1

This encounter takes place way back in 1988 when I moved to San Diego. I was a young lad of 18 years and fresh outta high school. At this point I had zero clue what the hell I wanted to do with my life, I just knew that living in San Diego, it would involve the beach and chicks in bikinis.

I ended up getting a job at Subway Sandwiches, working the fucked up 9pm to 2am shift. By "fucked up" I don't mean the hours, that time frame was the best. What I mean is, that was when you had all the fucked up people come in for food. Usually it was people either going out, or ending their night out that came in and usually they were pretty drunk. Of course usually so was I :)

You see, since I didn't have to work until 9pm, my buddy John (who worked with me on that shift) and I would head to the beach and talk someone into buying a case of beer for us. We'd then hang out on the beach trying to avoid getting spotted by the cops while we'd drink the beer. If we didn't meet some friends or girls to share the beer with, we'd take it to work with us and store it in the walk-in cooler and finish em off there. Needless to say, lots of good times were had by all.

Anyway, back to the stripper encounter. One night around 1am or so, I was cleaning up out front when I heard the door chime that usually indicates someone came in, so I looked up and saw nothing. I was like "wtf?" and went back to cleaning. About a minute later, I hear a female voice say: "can I have a Roast Beef sub?" I almost jumped and hit the roof because it scared the shit outta me, since I still didn't see anyone!

Just like in a horror movie, I said to thin air "hello?" to which I got the reply "Hi! How are you tonight?" me "Ok, I guess, freaking out a bit since I can't see you" to which she replied "I'm right here" and I see some fingers appear on the counter and this little face appear...it was a fuckin midget!

She ended up pulling over one of the stools and hopped up on it, so she didn't have to do pull-ups to see over the counter. She was real chatty and started talking up a storm while I made her sub. She was telling me how she was a stripper at this club nearby. In my mind I was like "yeah, uh huh, sure, ok" but no harm no foul I guess so we talked for about 10min. During this time my buddy John came out and was blown away also! It turns out he has a midget fantasy, and this was one step closer to the realization.

Of course it was obvious to both of us later, that she was hitting on me, she was telling me I should come over to her place after work for some drinks and crap like that. I don't know, even if she wasn't a midget, she didn't really do anything for me, so I passed on the offer.

So for the next few weeks, she would stop in once or twice a week trying to get me to come over and each time I would politely decline. At this point, I still didn't believe she was a stripper and so to prove it to me she gave me free passes to get into the club. I was gonna pass on that, until I told my buddy John about the tickets. Next thing I know, we're hammered outta our minds and at a strip club!

After watching a few strippers perform, out comes the midget to do her act...I remember thinking, how unlike most midgets she didn't have a stumpy body, but looked more like a normally proportioned woman, shrunk down. Ok, so she proved she was a stripper, but I still wasn't interested. In my mind, it just seemed weird messing around with someone that barely came up to my chest.

I think she picked up on my reluctance, and tried to use my buddy John to sway me to come over. How did she do this you ask, well, a few times after we saw her perform, she would come in after work with a few of the other strippers from the club for some subs...god bless em! And she'd be like "why don't you two come over for drinks after work tonight?" Instantly, my buddy John was "SURE! We'll be there!" Mentally, I was thinking, "you fucker, while you're making time with MY dream girls, your fantasy midget will be keeping em away".

Luckily, that was one of the nights we had a ton of beer in the walk-in and John passed out. So I got him mobile enough to get to my apartment so he could crash on the couch. Heheh, dodged the bullet that time!

Long story, short, never did go over to her place, and she stopped coming around. Then one day she came in with a guy who was riding a sportbike. I remember looking out the window thinking how fucked up that the guy was zipping around with his little daughter on the back of his bike. When she took off the helmet and I saw who it was, it just reaffirmed my choice...it just kinda weirded me out. I'm the last person who could give a shit what people think, but it just struck me as odd.

End: Case #1

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@10:25 EST 12.14.2001 Pic O' the Week!

Happy Holidays!

http://www.warwolf.com/images/cccard11.jpg

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@17:47 EST 12.13.2001 Strip Club = Employment?

A friend of a friend recently put in a good word for me at a new strip club opening here in Boston soon. I was hoping to get a job working as a doorman or something part-time initially.

Filled out the application on Monday, but haven't heard anything yet. While I was there, 3 fat guys came in and applied also. They must have been 300+ each. While I got the "we'll keep your file on record" spiel, they got to hang around to talk to the manager.

All I can say is: fat doesn't equal muscle people! In a club the last thing I'd want is a fat bastard trying to squeeze past patrons to respond to a emergency, or not being able to run up a few flights of stairs (this club is multiple floors). But oh well...people equate fat bastards as tough guys for some reason. I never have.

They may have a lot of cushion to take body shots, but those facial features are wide open ;)

Next post, I'll relate some past experiences with strippers I've had over the course of my long life. I think you'll enjoy em.

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@17:37 EST 12.13.2001 WotW: Jerkin

Word of the Week this week is: Jerkin

It's amazing how much joy this word brings me. No! Not physically you fuckin perv, I meant it makes me laugh for some reason everytime I see it.

I think it started with listening to that radio show: Loveline with Dr. Drew and Adam Carrola. Adam was talking about how he was "sherkin my jerkin" and for some reason it was pretty damn funny!

Then the other night while playing a online-only game, set in medievel times, people were talking about how they got quests for "a really nice jerkin" and man I almost pissed my pants laughing! I think I was the only one in the group juvenile enough to be laughing about it...not to the group of course, but my apartment echoed with it. Granted I knew they were talking about a vest/tunic type piece of armor, but it still struck me as damn funny.

Stay Tuned! My childish and assinine posts coming soon!

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@15:11 EST 12.7.2001 Pic o' the week!

Here is a funny picture I ran across this week. Makes me laugh everytime I see it.

http://www.warwolf.com/images/motto.jpg

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@15:02 EST 12.7.2001 18 Million!

Just read a interesting tidbit to help you sleep at night:

There are 18 million potential delivery vehicles to covertly introduce a nuclear device in the United States. That's the number of cargo containers that arrive in the United States annually. Only 3 percent of them are inspected by U.S. Customs, and bills of lading do not have to be produced until they arrive at their final destination.

Nice! I knew there was potential, but fuck I didn't think it was this bad.

You can read the whole article here: http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2001/12/6/162922.shtml

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@14:55 EST 12.7.2001 New Blood

I read this article on Wired a few weeks ago: http://www.wired.com/news/gizmos/0,1452,48575,00.html and ever since I've been obsessed with human/crocodile hybrid blood.

As you may or may not know, I love scuba diving and anything that could potentially increase my time underwater is a good thing. My only concern is if there would be a depth limit with this blood or not. It would suck being limited to only 20 feet or so.

I've tried to find info on how deep they can go, but I haven't had success. I'd also like to find out if they move around a bit underwater or just sit there. I could care less if all I was able to do after the gene therapy was hold my breath for a few hours and sit still in 10 feet of water.

I guess I could make money doing that shit though...imagine going to a fancy restaurant and seeing a big glass aquarium with fish and stuff and me sitting in there just chillin! Since it's a restaurant I probably would forego the speedo and stick with a wetsuit or something else. Plus with a speedo I'd have to wax my bikini zone, or so they say ;)

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@8:30pm EST 09.16.01 Essay

from the Seattle Times...

By Leonard Pitts Jr. Syndicated columnist


They pay me to tease shades of meaning from social and cultural
issues, to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles
the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears
sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only
words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of
this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard. What lesson did
you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade
Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve. Did you
want to tear us apart? You just brought us together. Let me tell you
about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent
by racial, cultural, political and class division, but a family
nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous
emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae, a singer's revealing dress,
a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too,
spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and
maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of
blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though- peace-loving
and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it.
And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith,
believers in a just and loving God.

Some people - you, perhaps - think that any or all of this makes us
weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in
ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock.
We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did,
still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special
effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development
from a Tom Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of its ambition and the probable
final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts
of terrorism in the history of the United States and, indeed, the
history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been
bloodied before. But there's a gulf of difference between making us
bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its
bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time
anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we
are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by
this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go
to any length, in the pursuit of justice. I tell you this without
fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not.
What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of
the future.

In days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers
pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what
can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be
heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll
go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined,
too. Unimaginably determined. You see, there is steel beneath this
velvet. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people
who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on
hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as
Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

Still, I keep wondering what it was you hoped to teach us. It occurs
to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.
If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this
message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what
we're about. You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn."

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@5:13pm EST 09.15.01 My Nightmare

The other day I woke up shaking. You see I had a dream or more accurately a nightmare. Below is a description of what I "lived" through during this hell my brain generated while I slept.

The dream started out with me sitting in a tiny garage type structure in Cambridge looking towards the Boston skyline. Not sure exactly what I was doing there, but I was getting dressed in my wetsuit for some reason. While I was doing that, I had the TV playing the news. I remember they had just announced that Logan airport had just reopened. I remember around this point hearing a few jets, but they seemed louder than they should have been. I decided to go up to the roof and see what the hell was going on.

As I got up to the roof I remember seeing a commercial airliner fly over head and crash into Boston! I was like "you fuckers, don't you dare do this again!!!!!" A few seconds later, I noticed a few more jets and they were just plowing into any buildings they could randomly! At this point I was joined on the roof by a lady (no idea who it was) and I remember trying to shield her view of the Boston skyline. Just as I turned my back to the city and was standing in front of her, I noticed a jet heading for our building. I was like "Oh shit!!!" I remember scooping her up into my arms (easy since she was only about 5 foot something) and running to the edge of the roof and jumping to the building next to us and running till I reached the edge of that roof. At this point it was about 15 feet to the ground, and without slowing my pace I launched us off the roof.

As we had started the jump down, I glanced to my right and saw the plane coming and it's wing tip just passed over our heads! As my feet hit the ground, the plane started to explode to my left and the shockwave picked us up and threw us. I curled into a ball as well as I could to cushion/protect the lady I was carrying. We slammed into a wall, and due to adrenaline the impact didn't seem to phase me at all. So I stood up and started running away from the flames.

The nightmare ended when I turned around and looked at the Boston skyline. All I saw were buildings on fire or gone, and still more planes all over just falling out of the sky.

I woke up right after that scene. After I woke up I kinda regretted having a brain that could generate such vivid and terrible images. The story above I wrote quickly without all of the detail in my dream....trust me, some of the stuff I "saw" isn't fit for print.

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@8:52pm EST 09.13.01 Moving

People that know me, know that emotionally I'm dead inside ;) But after checking this out, I had tears in my eyes. Also, note the two Palestinian women, then refer to my last post.

World Support

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@8:41pm EST 09.13.01 Restraint!

Ok, I know we all want blood....I k