8.15.2002
pooh
I spent the whole day sitting in a loader waiting for trucks. What a stupid word. Go ahead and say it out loud and listen to how stupid you sound. TRUCKS.
What I think is hilarious is when people (and I have done it myself, because of its hilarity) refer to several trucks going to a certain location as a TRUCK SHOW. In my minds eye I see poodles. Prancing, cavorting poodles, then coupled with prancing, cavorting trucks. TRUCKS.
lol...
about moving to Canada, I would advise against it. It is worth a trip to see for yourself. Canada does do some cool stuff like use the metric system like the rest of the planet and have all out verbal (and sometimes physical) brawls in their version of Congress, but it is severely restrictive in many other ways. It is hard to explain until you have spent some time there. And I haven't spent enough to make a real judgement, but just the feeling I get from the time I have been there is that it is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Except maybe a little town called Quesnel (KWIH-nell), BC. Or near Banff, AB. Both of those places are very nice.
I suppose this will ruffle a few feathers (and probably rightly so), but if you stop paying attention, most of these injustice problems disappear. I have said in the past that if you live far enough away (either mentally or physically) nothing ever happens and the world will never end. I usually just scan the headlines from whatever corrupted media outlet is handy and then wander about aimlessly observing people. Get lost in some programming experiment or polish up on some Nonlinear dynamics (which is fascinating) or just go for a walk. Am I accomplishing anything socially important? no. definitely not. But I am maintaing the last quivering threads of sanity I have left. I will be no good to anybody when I finally lose it and end up mumbling in the grocery store dumping bags of bird seed on the floor and trying to calculate how they scatter or smashing windows to calculate which direction the cracks will spread.
Anyways, speaking of stretching sanity to hitherto untested dimensions, I have to get up at 5 o' freaking clock in the morning to load TRUCKS (HAHAHAHA!!!!) for another TRUCK SHOW (double HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!).
pooh
jeff "they have a 5 in the MORNING now?' green
{snip-lost another one}
I spent the whole day sitting in a loader waiting for trucks. What a stupid word. Go ahead and say it out loud and listen to how stupid you sound. TRUCKS.
What I think is hilarious is when people (and I have done it myself, because of its hilarity) refer to several trucks going to a certain location as a TRUCK SHOW. In my minds eye I see poodles. Prancing, cavorting poodles, then coupled with prancing, cavorting trucks. TRUCKS.
lol...
about moving to Canada, I would advise against it. It is worth a trip to see for yourself. Canada does do some cool stuff like use the metric system like the rest of the planet and have all out verbal (and sometimes physical) brawls in their version of Congress, but it is severely restrictive in many other ways. It is hard to explain until you have spent some time there. And I haven't spent enough to make a real judgement, but just the feeling I get from the time I have been there is that it is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Except maybe a little town called Quesnel (KWIH-nell), BC. Or near Banff, AB. Both of those places are very nice.
I suppose this will ruffle a few feathers (and probably rightly so), but if you stop paying attention, most of these injustice problems disappear. I have said in the past that if you live far enough away (either mentally or physically) nothing ever happens and the world will never end. I usually just scan the headlines from whatever corrupted media outlet is handy and then wander about aimlessly observing people. Get lost in some programming experiment or polish up on some Nonlinear dynamics (which is fascinating) or just go for a walk. Am I accomplishing anything socially important? no. definitely not. But I am maintaing the last quivering threads of sanity I have left. I will be no good to anybody when I finally lose it and end up mumbling in the grocery store dumping bags of bird seed on the floor and trying to calculate how they scatter or smashing windows to calculate which direction the cracks will spread.
Anyways, speaking of stretching sanity to hitherto untested dimensions, I have to get up at 5 o' freaking clock in the morning to load TRUCKS (HAHAHAHA!!!!) for another TRUCK SHOW (double HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!).
pooh
jeff "they have a 5 in the MORNING now?' green
{snip-lost another one}
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