So you've decided to observe daylight savings

Saturday I honored Rorshack.
I went to a Halowen party dressed like Juan Epstein.
It was so obtuse, even I didn't get it.
But I looked good, ask around.

Then, next day.
I'm all what? It's not 10, it's 9?
That's right, I had to get up and go to work on Sunday so's I took advantage of the DLT.
What is the deal with it? You get al lthinking it's dark it's light, later and sooner.
It sucks to get off work when it's dark. It's okay to go to work when it's dark, but come December when it's both, then I'm just all used up. I would probably be that guy who doesn't make it inside the arctic circle. Ten kinds of too many pills and up the street not round the block if it was always dark. A year is like a day there. But longer, like a year long.
So what's the solution here right?
Figure this:
1-use the DTL. Things stay the same, that's a pro.
The con is: things stay the same.
2-banish it.
The con is that we'd be like Indiana. And screw Indiana. It's a stupid stupid state.
3-Compromise:
Switch it back like a half hour all year. Then it's always a half hour better, or only a half hour worse.

In conclusion.
Who farms anymore anyway?
Robots? WTF?
And really, people would save more money, or spend more or something if we made it longer?
Congress you are for shit. 2007 is stupid, I don't believe you.


Information provided by:
http://aa.usno.navy.mil/faq/docs/daylight_time.html

Games of my Youth Part 2 of a 4 part series.

One Armed Battle

Location: a bedroom/living room/den. Indoors, in a definable space.
Age range: 9-12
Participants: Bboy, lil' cruise, AJ.

Combatants lie prone on the floor. The only muscle group they can actively use is one arm.
All other muscle groups must be fully relaxed.
In order to locate other combatants, the head must be lifted off the floor by using one arm, and manually twisted for observation.
The one arm in question may never strike an opposing player, it may however make contact with an opposing combatant's limp arm in order to utilize their own hand to slap themselves in the face.
Other popular attacks involve tipping chairs over onto enemies, and lifting your own leg vertical, then letting gravity take over to assault an enemy sack.

Game ends when AJ erroneously performs the maneuver of supposedly lifting himself onto the captain's bunk and rolling off onto my face.

Games of my Youth Part 1 of a 4 part series.

Mumblety peg.
For 2 players.

Typical players:
Scott Mowry, Jason Mowry, John Mowry.
Items needed:
Pocket knife

Stand four feet away from your opponent on a grassy field (The Mowry backyard will work just as well) and remove your shoes.
Take turns throwing the pocket knife at each other's feet, trying to make the blade stick in the ground as close to the other person's foot as possible. If the blade does not stick in the ground, you get to punch the other person in the arm twice. If it hits the other person's foot, they get to punch you in the head. Punches should be either in the back of the head or the temple. Scott and Jason's mom gets pissed if Jason is bleeding when she comes home from work. Play until Jason cries, gets the gas powered weed eater, and chases Scot down the street.

The sissy rules
http://www.inquiry.net/outdoor/games/beard/mumbly_peg.htm

He is still the best

THE SPACE PEOPLE: Space People read our mail. The Space People think that TV news programs are comedies, and that soap operas are news. The Space People will contact us when they can make money by doing so. The Space People think factories are musical instruments. They sing along with them. Each song lasts from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. No music on weekends.




Don't Worry About The Government.

I want to give you money

I will give a crisp five dollar bill to any man or woman who will bring me back a picture from Florida of them, and one of the Cincinnati players on "Chico's Bail Bonds" holding a sign that has my Ohio nickname on it.

If you bring me back a photo of one of the Indy players, you owe me five bucks.

I will give ten bucks for a picture of Ray Bradbury or Chris Greene.

I post every day, by Lying!

See, this was posted last week.
Okay.
Who's the most famous person you've met?

Winner will be determined by ammount of famousness, coupled with ammount of contact.
So if you had lunch with Rick Mahler from the Atlanta Braves, that is good, but not as good as getting anal from of that kid who shot himself in the second season of 90210.

The winner will get an entire entry devoted to how awesome I think they are.

Jeg er et selger ut

Sjekk ut de hovedforandringene. Jeg tilføyd noen forbinder til siden, og jeg mønstret på for avretissement.

Avrenetissement fører ekstra inntekter da Danimal ikke betaler leie ennå, og han plukket akkurat opp enda en boarder. En gammel dame drar bli i kjelleren med ham en stund, var jeg axed? Nr. Ingen er svaret på om eller ikke jeg var axed om han har gjester. Klikk på avrenetissement som jeg ser av jeg får noen penger. Jeg fortalt google reklamering at jeg skrev denne blog i Hungarian. Jeg ser annonser for postrekkefølge goulash og engroshandel paprika.

Here is some cross posting

http://portlandultimate.org/profiles/profile_10_05.html

Click back and forth to get the full circle effect.

Favorite throw:
Backhand push. Hellipopter. The Mallet.

Most memorable play:
Hawking this guy who used to play for the Winterhawks. He was cherry picking and when I caught him from cross ice I had my choice of body contact, poke check, or some hook. I chose option D and just gave him twig in the bucket. It's the only time in sports that

Most embarrasing moment on the field:
Having my open teammates call an injury sub for me. They insisted my brain was broken and dragged me off the field when I tried to fight a guy who showed me the disc after a layout catch. In the middle of the field. Not even for a score. This moment is when I realized Open wasn't for me.

I Apologize

Over the years that you've known me I've said some really stupid stuff.

Talked out of my ass.

Made some assertions that were untrue. Probably with enough forethought to have them actually considered lies.

I lied. The things I said were uncalled for, and I don't know why I said them

So here I take it back.

All those times that you asked me what my favorite band was, I was full of it.
Husker Du, Pixies, Velvet Underground, Fugazi, Public Enemy. Heck if you knew me long enough ago, you'd probably remember when I swore RC Mob was the greatest band ever. Now I have to just come right out and say it. That the Talking Heads are the greatest band of all time.
No contest.
I'm sorry I was untruthful.

"Oh the boys want to talk.
Would like to talk about those problem
And the girls say they're concerned (that they are)
Concerned with decisiveness."
-Talking Heads