So the Thornapples keep their Christmas tree up from Thanksgiving until Valentines Day? That seems kind of weird, I don't care how lazy you are.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
You Could Do It Too
So the Thornapples keep their Christmas tree up from Thanksgiving until Valentines Day? That seems kind of weird, I don't care how lazy you are.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Harter Union: Part Two, Chapter 2
When I arrived at work the next morning, I decided to look and see how well the staff did last night. The Dish Room was cleaned and mopped, so was the kitchen. And the Line was spotless. I smiled as I walked into the cafeteria where only Jason and Chrissy were sitting. “Anything interesting happen last night?” I asked.“No, not really,” Jason began. “I did stab Nathan in the head with a knife though.”
I nodded my head. “Oh,” I licked my lips. “Is he okay?”
“Oh, yeah, just a small wound. No blood loss.”
“Well, that’s good. Where is everybody?”
“Downstairs in the Grill,” Jason took a bite of the manicotti which was for lunch. I turned around and started to walk away. “Oh, and you’re gonna have to get an electrician or someone down here after the fire last night.”
I stopped and looked at Jason and Chrissy but decided not to say anything. I left the cafeteria through the double doors and went downstairs to the Grill. Alyson, Wendy, Nathan, Maggie and Phil were sitting around a round table. I waved to everyone and went to the counter with Jenna and Karla. “Couple of cheeseburgers, please.”
“Coming up, Jeff,” Jenna said. Both girls began grilling the pre-made hamburger patties.
Karla kept looking at me and finally asked me what was on her mind. “Jeff? Have you seen my tattoo?”
“No, I don’t believe I have had the pleasure,” I smiled.
“Before you head upstairs, remind me to show you.”
“Can do,” Jenna passed me a small basket with my cheeseburgers in it and I went down to sit with everybody. “What’s going on everybody?”
“Talking about Maggie’s boy troubles so really nothing new,” Alyson joked.
“Oh, okay, uh, guys, I have a question. What’s this about a fire here last night?” I asked, and then took a bite out of one of my burgers.
“Jason told you?” Phil asked. I nodded.
“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. One of the outlets in the Dish Room just kind of, sort of…” Nathan was apparently searching for the right words.
“Spontaneously combusted,” Phil blurted out.
“How does an electrical outlet just spontaneously combust?” I probed.
“It’s actually pretty easy when you use bleach and comet and…what else did he use?” Phil listed.
“That liquid soap stuff,” Maggie revealed.
“Mm. And how’s your head wound, Nathan?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, it’s fine. Barely left a mark,” Nathan said rubbing his head.
“Well, despite the obvious, I’m glad I went ahead and trusted you all enough to handle a night alone by yourselves. Come on, let’s get upstairs, I want you to show me how Jason ended up stabbed you in the head, Nathan.” I stood up and everybody followed. I laid the basket in the trash can and went through the hallway to the old staircase near the elevator.
“Wait, Jeff!” Karla came around the corner. I turned toward her and she lifted up her shirt and revealed her naked breasts and on her left breast was a blue butterfly.
“Nice. This day is just going up and down isn’t it?” I said, biting into my second burger.
I was wearing a red apron over my usual jacket and tie. I was also holding an empty cup rack and watching Aaron change the pop syrup under the Beverage area. He was changing the big Pibb box. He pulled the empty box out, disconnected the hose and lifted the new box into the shelf and reconnected the hose to it. He stood and picked up the empty box. “And then we throw it away.”
Aaron walked past me and I rolled my eyes. “Gaah! Why does Darrell want me to learn this stupid job? Any monkey could do it!” I complained.
“Thank you for trivializing my job,” Aaron said.
“Well, I’m sorry but this job seems a little too easy for an entire evening of training,” I explained.
“You should work it on a night where a milk runs out, a juice runs out and not one but two pops go out! That is a night in hell,” Aaron said, tossing the empty box into the Dumpster.
“Nah, hell is being trapped alone with your friends. That’s why I don’t have any. Sooner or later they’d get into a fight and I’d have to calm them down and I’m not very good at that so I’d just gun them down and then I’d fry in the electric chair.” We went back inside the kitchen and went into the Dish Room. I placed the cup rack on the shelf above the belt and helped Aaron carry out some dishes by taking a small stack of little plates.
We put the dishes in their proper places behind the Line. Alyson and Maggie came up to us and tried to hide their laughter by covering their mouths and clearing their throats. “Jeff? Maggie and I have a bet and we need you to settle it.”
“I’ll be glad to help,” I obliged.
“Okay, well, I say you haven’t had sex since you arrived in Baldwin but Maggie says you have. Who’s right?” Alyson asked.
“That’s an odd bet and I don’t really appreciate you making odds on my life but you, Alyson, would be right. I haven’t had sex since the day before my fiancée left me.”
“Why?” asked Maggie. “Have you noticed some of the looks these college girls give you? You could probably bag any of them.”
“Well, I don’t want to bag any of them.”
“Why not? You are freakin’ hot!” Maggie shouted.
“I have my reasons. First of all, the girls here are between the ages of 18 and 21 and I am 27. I feel like an old man. Secondly, a lot of baggage comes with sleeping with someone: you undress in front of them and they see you completely naked and you’re vulnerable and they see every flaw. Sex, to me, has to be special and I have to know and respect the girl.”
“And we thought all gentlemen were dead,” Alyson said, coyly.
“I have my moments,” I smiled. “Aaron, I’m going to my office. Call me when you start clean-up or if you need any help.” I pushed past Maggie and Alyson and went into the kitchen.
Later that night, everyone had gone home, or so I thought. Maggie walked into my office and sat down. “I thought you went home. Don’t you have a date?” I asked.
“I did. When he came to pick me up, I told him I wasn’t feeling good and asked him to leave.”
“Did you answer the door dressed like that?” I asked referring to the low-cut spaghetti strap red dress she was wearing.
“Yes, actually, but that’s beside the point. Look, I have been with a lot of guys and none of them have been half as nice or as charming as you and I was just wondering if you wanted to…spend the night…with me,”
My eyebrows raised but I kept my composure. “Well, that…that’s quite an offer but no, I don’t. You are a beautiful girl and I’m sure that if I was anybody else I would in a heartbeat but I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship, all right?” I wheeled over to Maggie and took her hands in mine. They were so soft and wonderful that they made me think twice about what I said.
“I understand…but what you said earlier about knowing and respecting the girl…?” she wondered.
“I do respect you and that’s why I don’t want to rush into anything and that’s because I respect you too much and would want to take things slow.”
Maggie pulled her hands away and stood up, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she took one last look at me through her sparkling, tear-filled eyes and left out the back door.
Wendy was waiting outside in her car. Maggie got in and rolled down the window. “So what’d he say?” asked Wendy.
“Maggie sniffled as Wendy pulled away. “He said ‘no’, he didn’t want to sleep with me.”
Wendy looked shocked as she turned north onto Sixth Street from Dearborn. “And how does that make you feel?”
Maggie opened the glove compartment, took out a napkin and blew her nose and wiped away a tear. “Like a lady…”
Next:
Jeff meets the cast of "Night Court".
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Loser Bowl Sunday
Well this is just sad. What's next? Is Number 5 there going to pull the football away while Wilberforce is running up to kick it? If they are playing a real game against another team, now is not the time for idiotic and petty jokes.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
POtW: Not Street Legal
This picture is of a couple abandoned things left at the Miller house near Baldwin City, Kansas. The house has been abandoned since the early 1970s so I am kind of amazing that this motorcycle hasn't been stolen (although I don't know what you would do with it). This stuff is located in the barn.
Interesting story, when I went to view the property back in 2001 through a Realtor, the Realtor praised this modern barn which was built probably in the '70s. A couple years later, during a windstorm, half of the barn collapsed.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Editorial Comics Review (2/5/10)
So the Kansas legislation is working harder than they ever have before. I can't remember them working this hard before. So what are they working on? Well, in an effort to help the Kansas citizens, who are being inundated with growing unemployment, lack of new jobs and school districts not being able to get paid, the legislation have taken up the daring tack of banning K2, a legal smoking herb that supposedly mimics the effect of marijuana, and creating a state-wide smoking ban that basically overrides any local smoking ban already in place.
So instead of dealing with the big problems the Kansas legislation is wasting time banning a legal substance, screwing over cities with an already effective smoking ban in place and avoiding the problems that are actually hurting our state. I've made my voting decisions for state offices for 2010 and 2012 and it's not going to be the people in power right now. Anyhoo, now onto the comics.
by Rob Rogers 1/31/10
I have still not donated money. What more can we do? We have stuff over here we need to focus on. It's horrible what's going on down there but there is only so much we can do--we can donate money until the buffalo poops but it's up to Haiti to use that money to fix their country.
by Jerry Holbert 2/4/10
Have you noticed that whenever Republicans find a new "golden boy" they immediately consider running him for president? Bobby Jindal was looking pretty good until that exorcism thing and looking like a bellboy in a fancy hotel during the Republican response to Obama's address to Congress. So did Sarah Palin until people realized that she's an airhead and causes more embarrassment for the party. Scott Brown's looking good right now because he was elected to fill a Kennedy's seathole. Who will be the next "golden boy"? I'm sure we'll find out in November 2010 when several Senatorial and gubernatorial elections take place.
by Jerry Holbert 2/2/10
Gee, who knew that it cost money to run a country that is ass-deep in war, having to pay into proven failed systems such as Social Security and Medicare, have to spend money on both commerce and the economy because those are where we're hurting pretty hard but just the normal amount of money we spend just to actually run the country.
For you idiots out there who are complaining about how the country is being run, if you feel that you can run it better or reduce spending then I am sure they would love to hear from you.
by Henry Payne 2/3/10
Henry Payne sure loves to draw cars. I think that if this happened to an American car, we would not be hearing about it as much but the fact that it's a foreign car so soon after the cash for clunkers thing, of course the jerks that are our news media are going to grab this story and run with it.
Cars are recalled all the time for many reasons and if a car is recalled then you can get the problem fixed at no cost to you. I'm sure people are more upset that the recall was for something that could potentially kill people just like the Ford/Firestone tire recall. Toyota is fixing the problem and I'm sure it won't happen again. Can we just move on?
So instead of dealing with the big problems the Kansas legislation is wasting time banning a legal substance, screwing over cities with an already effective smoking ban in place and avoiding the problems that are actually hurting our state. I've made my voting decisions for state offices for 2010 and 2012 and it's not going to be the people in power right now. Anyhoo, now onto the comics.
by Rob Rogers 1/31/10
I have still not donated money. What more can we do? We have stuff over here we need to focus on. It's horrible what's going on down there but there is only so much we can do--we can donate money until the buffalo poops but it's up to Haiti to use that money to fix their country.
by Jerry Holbert 2/4/10
Have you noticed that whenever Republicans find a new "golden boy" they immediately consider running him for president? Bobby Jindal was looking pretty good until that exorcism thing and looking like a bellboy in a fancy hotel during the Republican response to Obama's address to Congress. So did Sarah Palin until people realized that she's an airhead and causes more embarrassment for the party. Scott Brown's looking good right now because he was elected to fill a Kennedy's seathole. Who will be the next "golden boy"? I'm sure we'll find out in November 2010 when several Senatorial and gubernatorial elections take place.
by Jerry Holbert 2/2/10
Gee, who knew that it cost money to run a country that is ass-deep in war, having to pay into proven failed systems such as Social Security and Medicare, have to spend money on both commerce and the economy because those are where we're hurting pretty hard but just the normal amount of money we spend just to actually run the country.
For you idiots out there who are complaining about how the country is being run, if you feel that you can run it better or reduce spending then I am sure they would love to hear from you.
by Henry Payne 2/3/10
Henry Payne sure loves to draw cars. I think that if this happened to an American car, we would not be hearing about it as much but the fact that it's a foreign car so soon after the cash for clunkers thing, of course the jerks that are our news media are going to grab this story and run with it.
Cars are recalled all the time for many reasons and if a car is recalled then you can get the problem fixed at no cost to you. I'm sure people are more upset that the recall was for something that could potentially kill people just like the Ford/Firestone tire recall. Toyota is fixing the problem and I'm sure it won't happen again. Can we just move on?
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Delaware Affections #1.9
The detective walked Rodney through the station and took him into a small room with a table and three chairs. "Please have a seat. Are you thirsty?"
"No. Thank you," Rodney answered as he sat down.
The detective sat down across from him, got out a yellow legal pad and a pen and cleared his throat. "What were you doing last night between the hours of nine and ten?" the detective asked.
"Last night? I was doing a research paper with a classmate--Cassandra Jurgens. She came over about six and left just before eleven," Rodney answered.
"So you were with someone last night?" the detective seemed surprised. "And Miss Jurgens can back up your answer?"
"She should be able to. I even got a phone call from my girlfriend, Cat, last night around eight," Rodney said. "It's on my cell phone, if you want to see."
"Sure," the detective said. Rodney pulled out his cell phone and opened the call records. He slid the phone over and the detective looked at it. He gave the phone back. "The reason I'm asking is that a woman said she was raped and she said it was you."
Rodney's heart fell into his stomach and he became slightly pale. "I...I have never done anything like that..." Rodney stammered.
"We're still investigating but we're thinking she is mistaken. We will get a hold of Miss Jurgens and your girlfriend to verify your whereabouts but you are still a suspect so don't go far," the detective said.
Rodney got back into the commons area of the police station where Mitch and Holly were waiting. "Rodney, son, are you okay? What's going on?"
"Nothing. A girl just accused me of rape."
"Accusations"
"Quite a weekend, huh?" asked Cassandra, catching up with Rodney in the hallways at school.
"I've had better," Rodney shrugged. "The charges were dropped. They didn't elaborate but I am no longer a suspect."
"That's good. I am so glad I could help," Cassandra took hold of Rodney's hand but pulled away as soon as she realized what she was doing. "Sorry," she giggled nervously.
"That's okay," Rodney looked down at Cassandra. "I liked it," and he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He kissed her longer than he did over the weekend.
At that time, Cat came around the corner and saw Rodney and Cassandra kissing. "What the hell?" she yelled.
Rodney and Cassandra looked at Cat. Rodney looked back at Cassandra. "I'll see you in class," he said.
"All right, see you later."
Rodney walked up to Cat. "I'm sorry, Cat."
"Is that all you have to stay?"
"Kind of. I don't know what else to say. We obviously are not going to work out and the only thing we've been doing since that double date is fight. I've really liked being your boyfriend but we're just too different," Rodney explained.
Cat had teared up but held back her tears. "I guess you're right. I just wish you would've told me this before you started sucking face with her," Cat said.
"Yeah, that I didn't plan," Rodney hesitated. "I hope we can still be friends."
"Maybe," she said. "I'll see you later."
"Becky! What the hell?" Holly screamed as she walked up to Becky. "You accused my brother of rape?"
Becky immediately got defensive. "Whoa! I did no such thing. And even if I did, how could you find out?"
"It's my brother and it's a small town, Becky. Word gets around. Also, Ali told me that her father wanted her to accuse Rodney of rape but she said 'no'," Holly revealed.
"You don't have any proof that I accused Rodney or made a deal with Principal Kenstroke," Becky said.
"Everyone knows it was you. It's a small town and the grapevine is very short," Holly said. "Take back what you said and turn in Principal Kenstroke. You can't let him get away with this. If this all blows up then you are the one who gets in trouble unless you tell the police that you are lying and that Principal Kenstroke put you up to it."
Becky was silent for a couple of seconds. "I will think about it. I'm not promising anything."
Holly eyed Beck and exhaled sharply then walked past her, knocking her out of the way with her shoulder. Becky went off to class.
After school, Becky went to the police station. "I want to take back what I said," she began. "Rodney Barton didn't rape me. No one did."
"What?" the detective asked.
"I lied. Someone put me up to it and I regret my decision. I know I've wasted precious resources and time and I'm willing to be punished for it."
"Someone put you up to it? Who? They need to held accountable," the detective said.
Becky closed her eyes and inhaled deep. "Principal Alan Kenstroke."
"The high school principal?"
"Yes," Becky nodded.
"Thanks for walking home with me," Laurie said.
"No problem. I'm in no rush to get home," Ralph said as they stood on her porch.
Laurie unlocked the front door and turned to Ralph. "Do you want to come in for a bit?"
Ralph shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he followed Laurie in and looked around the house. "It's been awhile since I've been in here."
"It has. I don't have very many visitors. We all usually hang out at Cat's or the Replay," Laurie said. "Come on upstairs," Laurie smiled big and took a hold of Ralph's arm.
Ralph relented and followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. "Looks about the same."
Ralph sat down on her bed while Laurie messed with some things on her dresser. "I never properly thanked you for dragging me away from that party."
"No thanks necessary. Any friend would've done it," Ralph said.
"That's the thing. Lately, you've been more than just a friend to me and I think I want to take this relationship to the next level."
"What are you talking about?"
"This," Laurie walked to Ralph and removed her shirt. She bent down and kissed Ralph ultimately pushing him down on the bed. She sat on his lap and began undoing his jeans.
"Laurie!" Ralph was slightly panicked. "What about your dad?"
"He's a lawyer for the state so he's up in Dover and may not be back until tomorrow," she said, pulling up his shirt.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ralph said. "You don't have to thank me this way."
"But I want to. You have been so amazing the past couple of months. I want to be in a relationship with you," Laurie said. "Don't you want to do this?"
"I would love to be in a relationship with you but I don't know if we should rush into sleeping together," Ralph said.
"I know I'm ready and I I want my first time to be with you," Laurie looked down at Ralph. "But if you really don't want to, we won't."
Ralph looked up at Laurie and reached up and tenderly touched her cheek and smiled. An hour later, they cuddled next to each other in her bed wrapped in each other's arms. They smiled when they looked at each other and were so happy to be with one another.
"I should probably get home," Ralph said.
"Yeah," Laurie agreed reluctantly.
"But the relationship offer is still on the table right?" Ralph asked.
"Of course."
"Then I'll take it," Ralph said and kissed Laurie, who rolled on to her back and pulled Ralph on top of her.
Delaware Affections returns in May with the last three issues of the season.
"No. Thank you," Rodney answered as he sat down.
The detective sat down across from him, got out a yellow legal pad and a pen and cleared his throat. "What were you doing last night between the hours of nine and ten?" the detective asked.
"Last night? I was doing a research paper with a classmate--Cassandra Jurgens. She came over about six and left just before eleven," Rodney answered.
"So you were with someone last night?" the detective seemed surprised. "And Miss Jurgens can back up your answer?"
"She should be able to. I even got a phone call from my girlfriend, Cat, last night around eight," Rodney said. "It's on my cell phone, if you want to see."
"Sure," the detective said. Rodney pulled out his cell phone and opened the call records. He slid the phone over and the detective looked at it. He gave the phone back. "The reason I'm asking is that a woman said she was raped and she said it was you."
Rodney's heart fell into his stomach and he became slightly pale. "I...I have never done anything like that..." Rodney stammered.
"We're still investigating but we're thinking she is mistaken. We will get a hold of Miss Jurgens and your girlfriend to verify your whereabouts but you are still a suspect so don't go far," the detective said.
Rodney got back into the commons area of the police station where Mitch and Holly were waiting. "Rodney, son, are you okay? What's going on?"
"Nothing. A girl just accused me of rape."
"Accusations"
"Quite a weekend, huh?" asked Cassandra, catching up with Rodney in the hallways at school.
"I've had better," Rodney shrugged. "The charges were dropped. They didn't elaborate but I am no longer a suspect."
"That's good. I am so glad I could help," Cassandra took hold of Rodney's hand but pulled away as soon as she realized what she was doing. "Sorry," she giggled nervously.
"That's okay," Rodney looked down at Cassandra. "I liked it," and he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He kissed her longer than he did over the weekend.
At that time, Cat came around the corner and saw Rodney and Cassandra kissing. "What the hell?" she yelled.
Rodney and Cassandra looked at Cat. Rodney looked back at Cassandra. "I'll see you in class," he said.
"All right, see you later."
Rodney walked up to Cat. "I'm sorry, Cat."
"Is that all you have to stay?"
"Kind of. I don't know what else to say. We obviously are not going to work out and the only thing we've been doing since that double date is fight. I've really liked being your boyfriend but we're just too different," Rodney explained.
Cat had teared up but held back her tears. "I guess you're right. I just wish you would've told me this before you started sucking face with her," Cat said.
"Yeah, that I didn't plan," Rodney hesitated. "I hope we can still be friends."
"Maybe," she said. "I'll see you later."
"Becky! What the hell?" Holly screamed as she walked up to Becky. "You accused my brother of rape?"
Becky immediately got defensive. "Whoa! I did no such thing. And even if I did, how could you find out?"
"It's my brother and it's a small town, Becky. Word gets around. Also, Ali told me that her father wanted her to accuse Rodney of rape but she said 'no'," Holly revealed.
"You don't have any proof that I accused Rodney or made a deal with Principal Kenstroke," Becky said.
"Everyone knows it was you. It's a small town and the grapevine is very short," Holly said. "Take back what you said and turn in Principal Kenstroke. You can't let him get away with this. If this all blows up then you are the one who gets in trouble unless you tell the police that you are lying and that Principal Kenstroke put you up to it."
Becky was silent for a couple of seconds. "I will think about it. I'm not promising anything."
Holly eyed Beck and exhaled sharply then walked past her, knocking her out of the way with her shoulder. Becky went off to class.
After school, Becky went to the police station. "I want to take back what I said," she began. "Rodney Barton didn't rape me. No one did."
"What?" the detective asked.
"I lied. Someone put me up to it and I regret my decision. I know I've wasted precious resources and time and I'm willing to be punished for it."
"Someone put you up to it? Who? They need to held accountable," the detective said.
Becky closed her eyes and inhaled deep. "Principal Alan Kenstroke."
"The high school principal?"
"Yes," Becky nodded.
"Thanks for walking home with me," Laurie said.
"No problem. I'm in no rush to get home," Ralph said as they stood on her porch.
Laurie unlocked the front door and turned to Ralph. "Do you want to come in for a bit?"
Ralph shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he followed Laurie in and looked around the house. "It's been awhile since I've been in here."
"It has. I don't have very many visitors. We all usually hang out at Cat's or the Replay," Laurie said. "Come on upstairs," Laurie smiled big and took a hold of Ralph's arm.
Ralph relented and followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. "Looks about the same."
Ralph sat down on her bed while Laurie messed with some things on her dresser. "I never properly thanked you for dragging me away from that party."
"No thanks necessary. Any friend would've done it," Ralph said.
"That's the thing. Lately, you've been more than just a friend to me and I think I want to take this relationship to the next level."
"What are you talking about?"
"This," Laurie walked to Ralph and removed her shirt. She bent down and kissed Ralph ultimately pushing him down on the bed. She sat on his lap and began undoing his jeans.
"Laurie!" Ralph was slightly panicked. "What about your dad?"
"He's a lawyer for the state so he's up in Dover and may not be back until tomorrow," she said, pulling up his shirt.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ralph said. "You don't have to thank me this way."
"But I want to. You have been so amazing the past couple of months. I want to be in a relationship with you," Laurie said. "Don't you want to do this?"
"I would love to be in a relationship with you but I don't know if we should rush into sleeping together," Ralph said.
"I know I'm ready and I I want my first time to be with you," Laurie looked down at Ralph. "But if you really don't want to, we won't."
Ralph looked up at Laurie and reached up and tenderly touched her cheek and smiled. An hour later, they cuddled next to each other in her bed wrapped in each other's arms. They smiled when they looked at each other and were so happy to be with one another.
"I should probably get home," Ralph said.
"Yeah," Laurie agreed reluctantly.
"But the relationship offer is still on the table right?" Ralph asked.
"Of course."
"Then I'll take it," Ralph said and kissed Laurie, who rolled on to her back and pulled Ralph on top of her.
Delaware Affections returns in May with the last three issues of the season.
Welcoming Paresthesia
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Are You Standing There Waiting for Me?
Is Veeblefester just standing there waiting for Brutus to come in late? I know Veeblefester is in charge of the company but if I had a boss who waited by the door for me to be late, I would be complaining to his superior so fast.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Seven #2.14
Seven, Cassius, Nicholas and Tara barely spoke to each other as they made their way away from Indianola. They went almost twenty miles before someone made any attempt at a conversation.
"Can we stop and eat?" Tara asked. "We've been walking all day and have barely stopped."
Cassius stopped. "We can go ahead and stop for the night. It's been a long day."
The sun was starting to set as the four began to set up camp in the expansive area of the rolling hills. Seven got a small fire going while Cassius and Tara began getting out stuff for dinner.
"Any chance you know how soon we'll be getting to the castle?" Nicholas asked.
"I think sometime tomorrow, it should be just another twenty miles or so," Cassius said. "I'm glad we're stopping because we need to talk about what's going on between us. Ever since we left Indianola you three have hardly spoken to each other. What's going on?"
"Seven and I kind of had a fight," Tara said.
"What about?" Cassius asked.
"I got a little upset when I found out Tara and Nicholas may be returning to Indianola for good. I thought we'd all go back to Cassoday together when we were finished with Shmand. I apparently am wrong," Seven said in a slight sarcastic tone.
"We were happy in Indianola," Nicholas said. "We'd go back to Cassoday but we want to stay in Indianola."
"What's with this 'we'?" asked Cassius. "I think it's great that you two want to go out on your own. No matter what you really think, if you are their friend, you will support them, Seven."
Seven sighed angrily. "Are you two dating each other now or what?"
"That's kind of personal, Seven," Tara began. "But no, Nicholas and I are not dating. And if we were, you should support us on that, too."
Seven was quiet for a good minute before he spoke again. "This just isn't turning out the way I thought it would.
"Castle Hill"
The castle they were looking for was an abandoned watchtower built by the Natives a hundred years ago on top of a hill. The watchtower was built of sandstone and clay and was used as a trail marker for travelers. The area was called Castle Hill and the bottom of the hill was used as a resting place for weary travelers while the watchtower, which resembled a castle, was left alone.
Cassius, Seven, Nicholas and Tara arrived at Castle Hill in the late afternoon and set up camp next to a family with two older kids.
Seven noticed the daughter and smiled when he saw her eyes meet his. He walked over to her and cleared his throat to get her attention. "Hi. My name is Seven Kazachov and I'm with that group there," Seven pointed to his friends.
"I'm Lily. Lily Aldridge," Lily brushed some of her blond hair behind her ear and turned to her family. "This is my family, my parents Jedidiah and Helen and my little brother David. Did you say your name was Seven?"
"It is. Long story," Seven motioned to his friends. "These are my friends Cassius Traveler, Tara Goebbels and Nicholas Christ. We're from Cassoday and we're heading to... We're gonna go help out some family."
"The four of you are just friends?" Lily asked.
"Yeah. Just friends," Seven said softly. "So where are you from?"
"Jerseyville," Lily answered. "We're going to Albuquerque to start a ranch," she laughed. "It's a dream of my father's to get out of the city and become a farmer."
"That's actually interesting. I would love to just walk around the countryside and take in my surroundings. I love old buildings and houses and cemeteries," Seven said.
"Cemeteries? I hate cemeteries. They creep me out," Lily shuddered.
Seven looked up at the watchtower and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you can sneak away after everyone goes to sleep?" he asked in a low voice.
"What for?" Lily blushed.
"I want you to go exploring with me," he said.
"Where?" Lily was still confused but intrigued. Seven looked up at the watchtower. Lily followed his eyes and shook her head. "No. We can't."
"Why not? It'll be fun. I promise."
Seven stayed awake and crawled out from under his blanket and began walking over to the Aldridge's camp. Tara watched as Seven walked away and met up with Lily. The two went off toward the base of the hill. Seven and Lily began walking up the hill with Seven eagerly helping Lily up. Tara sighed deeply and closed her eyes.
It took about fifteen minutes for Seven and Lily to reach the summit of Castle Hill. The watchtower was a lot bigger up close and Seven was marveled by it's construction.
"This is amazing," he breathed.
"What do you think it was?" Lily asked, running her hand along the sandstone.
"I don't know. Maybe a house..."
"It's not big enough to be a house. Maybe it's some kind of fortress," Lily peered inside the watchtower and stepped inside. "It has stairs going up to the top."
Seven followed her and took her hand. "And you didn't want to come exploring with me." Seven led Lily over to the rocks that jutted out from the wall. The rocks wound their way up the wall, coming to an end near the top. A couple of rocks were broken away from the wall but didn't hinder their way up. When they reached the top, both of them gasped excitedly at the view.
"You can see forever..." she whispered.
"Maybe this was some kind of fortress," Seven chuckled. "You can definitely see someone coming from up here."
Seven and Lily stood at the top for several minutes. Seven wrapped his arms around Lily and pulled her close to him. She smiled then turned and kissed Seven.
They remained for another half hour until heading back down the steps and leaving the watchtower. Seven grabbed Lily and kissed her again, they hugged and put their fingers into each others hair.
Lily pushed away. "We should probably get back down to camp," she said.
"Soon," Seven said and kissed Lily again. He easily lowered her to the ground and pulled up her dress.
"What are you doing?" Lily asked as Seven removed his shirt.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Lily placed her hands on Seven's chest. "No," she smiled.
Next:
The journey continues.
"Can we stop and eat?" Tara asked. "We've been walking all day and have barely stopped."
Cassius stopped. "We can go ahead and stop for the night. It's been a long day."
The sun was starting to set as the four began to set up camp in the expansive area of the rolling hills. Seven got a small fire going while Cassius and Tara began getting out stuff for dinner.
"Any chance you know how soon we'll be getting to the castle?" Nicholas asked.
"I think sometime tomorrow, it should be just another twenty miles or so," Cassius said. "I'm glad we're stopping because we need to talk about what's going on between us. Ever since we left Indianola you three have hardly spoken to each other. What's going on?"
"Seven and I kind of had a fight," Tara said.
"What about?" Cassius asked.
"I got a little upset when I found out Tara and Nicholas may be returning to Indianola for good. I thought we'd all go back to Cassoday together when we were finished with Shmand. I apparently am wrong," Seven said in a slight sarcastic tone.
"We were happy in Indianola," Nicholas said. "We'd go back to Cassoday but we want to stay in Indianola."
"What's with this 'we'?" asked Cassius. "I think it's great that you two want to go out on your own. No matter what you really think, if you are their friend, you will support them, Seven."
Seven sighed angrily. "Are you two dating each other now or what?"
"That's kind of personal, Seven," Tara began. "But no, Nicholas and I are not dating. And if we were, you should support us on that, too."
Seven was quiet for a good minute before he spoke again. "This just isn't turning out the way I thought it would.
"Castle Hill"
The castle they were looking for was an abandoned watchtower built by the Natives a hundred years ago on top of a hill. The watchtower was built of sandstone and clay and was used as a trail marker for travelers. The area was called Castle Hill and the bottom of the hill was used as a resting place for weary travelers while the watchtower, which resembled a castle, was left alone.
Cassius, Seven, Nicholas and Tara arrived at Castle Hill in the late afternoon and set up camp next to a family with two older kids.
Seven noticed the daughter and smiled when he saw her eyes meet his. He walked over to her and cleared his throat to get her attention. "Hi. My name is Seven Kazachov and I'm with that group there," Seven pointed to his friends.
"I'm Lily. Lily Aldridge," Lily brushed some of her blond hair behind her ear and turned to her family. "This is my family, my parents Jedidiah and Helen and my little brother David. Did you say your name was Seven?"
"It is. Long story," Seven motioned to his friends. "These are my friends Cassius Traveler, Tara Goebbels and Nicholas Christ. We're from Cassoday and we're heading to... We're gonna go help out some family."
"The four of you are just friends?" Lily asked.
"Yeah. Just friends," Seven said softly. "So where are you from?"
"Jerseyville," Lily answered. "We're going to Albuquerque to start a ranch," she laughed. "It's a dream of my father's to get out of the city and become a farmer."
"That's actually interesting. I would love to just walk around the countryside and take in my surroundings. I love old buildings and houses and cemeteries," Seven said.
"Cemeteries? I hate cemeteries. They creep me out," Lily shuddered.
Seven looked up at the watchtower and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you can sneak away after everyone goes to sleep?" he asked in a low voice.
"What for?" Lily blushed.
"I want you to go exploring with me," he said.
"Where?" Lily was still confused but intrigued. Seven looked up at the watchtower. Lily followed his eyes and shook her head. "No. We can't."
"Why not? It'll be fun. I promise."
Seven stayed awake and crawled out from under his blanket and began walking over to the Aldridge's camp. Tara watched as Seven walked away and met up with Lily. The two went off toward the base of the hill. Seven and Lily began walking up the hill with Seven eagerly helping Lily up. Tara sighed deeply and closed her eyes.
It took about fifteen minutes for Seven and Lily to reach the summit of Castle Hill. The watchtower was a lot bigger up close and Seven was marveled by it's construction.
"This is amazing," he breathed.
"What do you think it was?" Lily asked, running her hand along the sandstone.
"I don't know. Maybe a house..."
"It's not big enough to be a house. Maybe it's some kind of fortress," Lily peered inside the watchtower and stepped inside. "It has stairs going up to the top."
Seven followed her and took her hand. "And you didn't want to come exploring with me." Seven led Lily over to the rocks that jutted out from the wall. The rocks wound their way up the wall, coming to an end near the top. A couple of rocks were broken away from the wall but didn't hinder their way up. When they reached the top, both of them gasped excitedly at the view.
"You can see forever..." she whispered.
"Maybe this was some kind of fortress," Seven chuckled. "You can definitely see someone coming from up here."
Seven and Lily stood at the top for several minutes. Seven wrapped his arms around Lily and pulled her close to him. She smiled then turned and kissed Seven.
They remained for another half hour until heading back down the steps and leaving the watchtower. Seven grabbed Lily and kissed her again, they hugged and put their fingers into each others hair.
Lily pushed away. "We should probably get back down to camp," she said.
"Soon," Seven said and kissed Lily again. He easily lowered her to the ground and pulled up her dress.
"What are you doing?" Lily asked as Seven removed his shirt.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Lily placed her hands on Seven's chest. "No," she smiled.
Next:
The journey continues.
At the Dirt Mall
Like most Americans right now, the Thornapples are living paycheck to paycheck unsure about whether the tea cozy industry is healthy or in need of a bail out but it's good to know that Brutus has enough money to waste on a fortune teller.
If you're going to waste money on a fortune teller you could at least be a topless fortune teller with three nipples.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Harter Union: Part Two, Chapter 1
“About time you people did your job,” I said to the Facilities worker in my office who was putting up my shelf on the wall. “I only asked you to do this five months ago.”“Well, we do everything by importance and priority and installing a shelf and hanging a picture of New York City isn’t really that important,” said the guy, stepping off the ladder and putting his drill into a holster on his belt.
“So you couldn’t get one of your Facilities cronies down here for five minutes any time during the last five months?”
“There are a lot more places on campus more important than the university kitchen,” the man pushed past me and left out the back door.
I looked at the shelf and the picture and placed the armadillo, Green Lantern, and Buddy Christ on the shelf and stared at everything. I turned off the light and left the office, shutting and locking the door. I went to the cafeteria and took a yellow cup from the cup rack. I filled it with Pibb and went over to the table where the staff was sitting. “Well, guys, I’m heading out. I have this evening off and since I got my Jimmy fixed, I’m heading to Lawrence for some shopping.”
“Glad you got your car fixed. Are you doing anything else special besides shopping?” asked Alyson.
“Nope, I have a few CDs I want to pick up and I’ll probably eat at McDonald’s since I haven’t for the last six months and then I’m coming home and going to bed,” I explained. “Darrell will be here for another half hour or so and then you’re on your own so I expect you all to be on your best behavior. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I got up and started heading toward the kitchen but Darrell caught me between the Lines.
“Jeff, before you leave I want you to be trained on Beverage.”
“What, now?” I groaned.
“No, no, tomorrow I’m gonna have Aaron train you,” Aaron was over at the soft serve machine trying to fix it and quickly looked over when he heard his name.
“Why do I have to be trained on Beverage?” I asked, whining.
“Because Aaron is currently our only Beverage person and we need to be prepared in case he’s ever off or sick.”
“Aaron doesn’t get sick…” I tried to explain.
“And I also want you to be able to do every job in this place. All right, Jeff?” I made a weird movement with my head that soon turned into a nod. “Great, I’ll see you tomorrow, Jeff,” Darrell left and went back to his office.
I shrugged, sighed, and waved good-bye to the staff and went outside. I got in my car and started her up. It felt good to be back inside her. I shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot. It felt good to be driving again and I drove around Baldwin for a while before heading into Lawrence.
Back at Baker, Darrell had just left and everything was running smoothly. Nathan, Jason, Chrissy, and Phil were in the Dish Room and Alyson and Maggie on Line. In the Dish Room, Jason was working Pots & Pans while Nathan was working both belt and sprayer. Jason quickly sprayed off a knife and turned toward the Belt/Sprayer area. “Hey, Nathan heads up!” Jason tossed the knife over toward Nathan who heard his brother’s warning but didn’t know what it pertained to. The knife sailed through the air and landed point first, in Nathan’s skull. Nathan quickly smacked the knife away from his head.
“Aah! What the hell are you doing?” he screamed.
“I said ‘head’s up’” Jason exclaimed.
“Well, I didn’t know you hurled a knife at me!”
“Not at you, I threw it at the sprayer, you just happened to get in the way,” Jason explained.
“Yeah, I feel so much better…” Nathan said. “In the future, just hand the dishes to me. It saves a lot of trouble on the blood shed.”
Out on Line, Maggie and Alyson had just finished serving a long line of people. They began talking and invited Aaron in on their conversation. “He’s been here for six months which is now the longest-staying supervisor since Johnny. I don’t know about you but it feels weird not purposely trying to get a supervisor to quit or get fired,” Alyson said.
“I really like Jeff because for once, a supervisor trusts us. When’s the last time a supervisor left us alone to supervise ourselves?” Aaron asked.
“I like him, too. He’s funny and smart and, honestly, not bad to look at,” Maggie giggled.
“Do I smell you hooking up with another supervisor, Mags?” asked Alyson.
“Oh God, no, I learned my lesson after dating Kelly but I do think it would be different if I dated Jeff,” Maggie said. “Besides, I think he kind of likes Wendy.”
“What about me?” asked Wendy coming around the corner from the kitchen.
“We were talking about Jeff and how he kind of shows an interest in you,” Alyson revealed.
“What? No he doesn’t!” Wendy defended.
“Come on, Wendy, all of us have noticed how you two stay late in his office and talk…” Alyson began.
“And Lord only knows what you two do when you leave this place,” Maggie insinuated.
“Nothing happens. We go home to our separate apartments. Our relationship is purely work-related,” Wendy argued. “Why am I even discussing this with you? Whatever would happen between me and Jeff is our business and no one else’s.”
“So if Jeff asked you out, what would you say?” Alyson asked sincerely.
“I don’t think that really matters since he’s not going to ask me out,” Wendy said and turned back around and went back into the kitchen.
Alyson and Maggie looked at each other in confusion. “Watch the Line for me, I’ll be right back.” Alyson followed Wendy into the kitchen where she was sitting on a stool at the counter in front of the grill. “What’s wrong? What do you mean he’s never going to ask you out? You two seemed to be hitting it off.”
“Can you keep this quiet?”
“Of course, I’m your best friend.”
“I do like Jeff but he likes me in a strictly friendly-co-worker way. I’m cool with that but who Jeff really likes is Maggie.”
“Maggie? Then why hasn’t he asked her out? I’m sure she would go,” Alyson inquired.
“He wants to but ever since his fiancee left him, he has a hard time trusting any girl and he now has a fear of falling in love,” Wendy started explaining. “I’ve told him Maggie wouldn’t do that and that he should take a chance but he doesn’t because he doesn’t want to get hurt, he doesn’t want to hurt her and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if the relationship goes south.”
“It makes sense, I guess.” Alyson looked at Wendy who was continuously circling a freckle on her arm with her thumb. “You want to date him, don’t you?”
“Let’s just say that if the opportunity came up, I definitely would not say ‘no.’” Wendy smiled.
“You’re so cute, Wendy. Come on, I gotta get back to the Line,” Alyson softly rubbed Wendy’s wrist and both got up and went back out to the front.
Dinner was over and Jason was washing the remaining dishes in the Pots & Pans area. Every so often some water would get on the nearby electrical outlet that had one of the fans plugged into it. Jason worked quietly until he noticed some smoke. He looked up at the outlet and noticed it smoking. “Oh, my God!” Jason shouted and pulled the fan plug out of the outlet and backed away. Nathan, Phil and Chrissy all looked toward Jason as the outlet burst into flames then slowly extinguished itself.
“What the hell happened?” Nathan asked.
“I don’t know. I was just washing dishes and the outlet spontaneously combusted,” Jason explained.
“Well, did you do anything different?” Phil went over to the outlet and looked at it, like he knew what he was doing.
“No, I treated the outlet like I always have. When I get bored over here I pour soap on it or maybe some Comet and tonight I splashed some bleach on it but I sprayed it all off almost immediately after.” Nathan, Chrissy and Phil all looked at Jason. “What?”
“The bleach probably corroded the wires inside the outlet. Be careful with these electrical things, we are all standing on a wet floor you know,” Nathan complained.
“I didn’t take this job to die, Jason,” Phil stated.
“Come on, let’s get back to work. We’ll tell Jeff tomorrow so he can have someone come out here to fix this,” Nathan shook off the excitement and everyone went back to work.
Next:
Jeff has to deal with the aftermath of the night before and learns how to do beverage. Also, Maggie approaches Jeff.
We Had One of Those Flavored Coffees--Mocha Minty or Something. We Both Threw Up a Little
I'll drink just about any kind of coffee as long as it doesn't have mint in it. Mint is the suck.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Yummy Down On This
I got two posts for you because for some reason I didn't get anything posted yesterday. I will also have a DCR post up sometime later in the afternoon.
Zeke Swizzle? Gladys sure dated some weirdly-named guys while in high school. Brutus is mainly upset because Gladys lost her virginity to Zeke's Swizzle Stick.
Also, Brutus is talking aloud to his computer, heaping praise on it and doing just about everything to stroke his computer's ego except inserting his penis into a USB port in a sexual manner.
Zeke Swizzle? Gladys sure dated some weirdly-named guys while in high school. Brutus is mainly upset because Gladys lost her virginity to Zeke's Swizzle Stick.
Also, Brutus is talking aloud to his computer, heaping praise on it and doing just about everything to stroke his computer's ego except inserting his penis into a USB port in a sexual manner.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Editorial Comics Review (1/29/10)
Before we get to the editorial cartoons of the last week, first a couple things that have been swirling around the Internet the last few days:
1. President Obama's State of the Union Address
I didn't watch the SOTU speech nor am I going to read it but I did read articles talking about the highlights. I am one of the many who has become disenchanted with the way Obama is handling what's going on in Washington. I don't necessarily blame Obama but I do blame the Senators who are in power for not working together and trying to help this country. Instead, they are working to try and keep their jobs in 2012. Maybe if you actually do work, you'll be able to be reelected.
But it's a new year so here's hoping Obama can get some stuff done. Democrats need to quit being so chicken shit and Republicans need to actually start offering up solutions instead of complaining about what the Democrats and Obama are doing. We have the ability and the power to make this country great again but, and I know this is cliche, we need to work together.
2. Paul Shirley's Letter to Haiti
Call me an ass but I completely agree with what Paul Shirley wrote. It's harsh, I know and I think that's why people caused such an uproar about it. On the surface, Americans really do want to help people in other countries but inside, we're thinking: "Why? How are they going to use our money? What's in it for us? Have you people learned anything from this?" and we hate feeling that way so when someone actually points it out, we get angry and defensive because it's true.
The only part of the blog I don't agree with is the more insulting part of it:
Ouch. Now that's too harsh. But look at Haiti's history. They haven't learned from their past and those who do not learn history... Like I said last week, the United States seems to always offer the most aid than any other country in the world. Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans and dozens of other towns. Guess who gave the most. Us, first of all, then Canada. Most other countries donated at most $9 million (Australia), at least $100,000 to Red Cross or something similar or they offered doctors, military, water to the hurricane victims. Ironically, only 5% of the $894 million has been spent on what it was donated to do.
No one helps us as much we help them. We need to stop helping other nations and start using the money we donate to ravaged areas to help out our own ravaged areas. The $379 million sent to Haiti could really help out our own people hurt by unemployment and foreclosures.
And now onto the comics:
by Robert Ariail 1/27/10
South Carolina has some pips doesn't it? I think it's too much to hope that South Carolinians set down and coordinate this stuff which is why they seem to stay in the news. For those who don't know, Lt. Governor Bauer compared people on welfare to stray animals. You give stray animals/poor people food and they breed. I've always heard you don't feed strays because then they hang around and are possibly diseased but I guess breeding works too.
by Michael Ramirez 1/28/10
Someone, anyone, name a good one-term president.
I'm not saying any president who has only served one-term is a terrible president but our current one-term presidents (Carter and Bush, Sr.) seem to do more out of office than they did in.
I wish someone would compare Obama's first year with that of other president's first years to see how it compares. I can't remember how Clinton's first year went, or Bush, Sr's and I wasn't alive for Reagan's. I remember George W. Bush's first year and the only reason he got stuff done was because of 9/11. No one seems to remember he did nearly nothing then took a month long vacation in August. I remember this because I was also in Texas while Bush was. For more on President Bush's time in office before 9/11, click here.
by Henry Payne 1/23/10
Ah, hypocritical hippies. They want to save the planet but never seem to offer any other solutions. They buy nickel-battery hybrid cars but don't want you mining for nickel. They do realize they aren't melting down the coin for those batteries right?
It's crap like this that make people like me go "Well, this is complicated. Screw this," and I don't want to do that. I do want to be greener but the proponents of it seem to be trying to make it difficult.
1. President Obama's State of the Union Address
I didn't watch the SOTU speech nor am I going to read it but I did read articles talking about the highlights. I am one of the many who has become disenchanted with the way Obama is handling what's going on in Washington. I don't necessarily blame Obama but I do blame the Senators who are in power for not working together and trying to help this country. Instead, they are working to try and keep their jobs in 2012. Maybe if you actually do work, you'll be able to be reelected.
But it's a new year so here's hoping Obama can get some stuff done. Democrats need to quit being so chicken shit and Republicans need to actually start offering up solutions instead of complaining about what the Democrats and Obama are doing. We have the ability and the power to make this country great again but, and I know this is cliche, we need to work together.
2. Paul Shirley's Letter to Haiti
Call me an ass but I completely agree with what Paul Shirley wrote. It's harsh, I know and I think that's why people caused such an uproar about it. On the surface, Americans really do want to help people in other countries but inside, we're thinking: "Why? How are they going to use our money? What's in it for us? Have you people learned anything from this?" and we hate feeling that way so when someone actually points it out, we get angry and defensive because it's true.
The only part of the blog I don't agree with is the more insulting part of it:
Dear Haitians –
First of all, kudos on developing the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. Your commitment to human rights, infrastructure, and birth control should be applauded.
As we prepare to assist you in this difficult time, a polite request: If it’s possible, could you not re-build your island home in the image of its predecessor? Could you not resort to the creation of flimsy shanty- and shack-towns? And could some of you maybe use a condom once in a while?
Sincerely,
The Rest of the World
Ouch. Now that's too harsh. But look at Haiti's history. They haven't learned from their past and those who do not learn history... Like I said last week, the United States seems to always offer the most aid than any other country in the world. Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans and dozens of other towns. Guess who gave the most. Us, first of all, then Canada. Most other countries donated at most $9 million (Australia), at least $100,000 to Red Cross or something similar or they offered doctors, military, water to the hurricane victims. Ironically, only 5% of the $894 million has been spent on what it was donated to do.
No one helps us as much we help them. We need to stop helping other nations and start using the money we donate to ravaged areas to help out our own ravaged areas. The $379 million sent to Haiti could really help out our own people hurt by unemployment and foreclosures.
And now onto the comics:
by Robert Ariail 1/27/10
South Carolina has some pips doesn't it? I think it's too much to hope that South Carolinians set down and coordinate this stuff which is why they seem to stay in the news. For those who don't know, Lt. Governor Bauer compared people on welfare to stray animals. You give stray animals/poor people food and they breed. I've always heard you don't feed strays because then they hang around and are possibly diseased but I guess breeding works too.
by Michael Ramirez 1/28/10
Someone, anyone, name a good one-term president.
I'm not saying any president who has only served one-term is a terrible president but our current one-term presidents (Carter and Bush, Sr.) seem to do more out of office than they did in.
I wish someone would compare Obama's first year with that of other president's first years to see how it compares. I can't remember how Clinton's first year went, or Bush, Sr's and I wasn't alive for Reagan's. I remember George W. Bush's first year and the only reason he got stuff done was because of 9/11. No one seems to remember he did nearly nothing then took a month long vacation in August. I remember this because I was also in Texas while Bush was. For more on President Bush's time in office before 9/11, click here.
by Henry Payne 1/23/10
Ah, hypocritical hippies. They want to save the planet but never seem to offer any other solutions. They buy nickel-battery hybrid cars but don't want you mining for nickel. They do realize they aren't melting down the coin for those batteries right?
It's crap like this that make people like me go "Well, this is complicated. Screw this," and I don't want to do that. I do want to be greener but the proponents of it seem to be trying to make it difficult.
Women Talk, Part Deux
I swear we've seen this joke before but I am too lazy to go look for it. And I mean it, exactly like this. Almost word-for-word.
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