Ok folks, here is your chance. I just received a comment from someone who wants to know where the proof is?
Who has proof the medical marijuana works? Who of you has used it, or knows someone who uses it and gets relief from pain. I need you comments now. There are only 5 days left to change minds. Si let us get to it.
Leave your comments now.
namaste.
I have been checking the hits on this site for the past couple of weeks and I have come to one conclusion.
You folks have way too much time and freedom on your hands when you are at work. My daily hits sky rocket starting at 9am on the weekdays. So that must mean that you have had time to get to work, put your stuff away, go to the bathroom, get some coffee, and then fire up your computer.
Then the fun begins.
I should feel good about that fact that you guys are coming to this site instead of checking out porno. Or Fox news.
Thank you for that much.
But lets get some work done today also, shall we?
namaste.
My last couple of posts having to do with the Michigan Proposal 1 have received a good deal of attention. From Marquette, down to Traverse City, over to Midland, Grand Rapids, Howell (Hi Dani. How you doin’ chiquite?), New Baltimore, Oakland, and a few more.
But you are all being rather quiet. I would like to hear from folks as to why or why not they will be voting for this proposal. Is there any real opposition to this? Or are you just expecting it to get on the ballot, and trust the voters to either pass it, or vote it down?
Passive measures in something this important seems rather short-sighted, that is just my opinion.
Talk to me.
Namaste.
You either have me in your reader, or you are the one leaving all of those spam comments.
Which one is it? Check in and let us know. I won’t charge you much for your adverts.
Maybe.
Namaste.
You had better believe that I watched Barak Obama’s acceptance speech.
Me, the dog, and the cats. All in front of the television waiting to hear some good news for once. Waiting not to hear about fear inducing crap. And we were not disappointed.
“We are more compassionate than a government that lets veterans sleep on our streets and families slide into poverty; that sits on its hands while a major American city drowns before our eyes.”
This speech was so reminescent of John Kennedy saying “Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country.”
“America, our work will not be easy. The challenges we face require tough choices, and Democrats as well as Republicans will need to cast off the worn-out ideas and politics of the past. For part of what has been lost these past eight years can’t just be measured by lost wages or bigger trade deficits. What has also been lost is our sense of common purpose our sense of higher purpose. And that’s what we have to restore.”
I watched the people in the audience nod their heads, and say “That is right” to so many of the themes Obama touched on. And I had hope. For the first time in 8 years I felt something other than dispare listening to a politician. 80,000 people in one of the NFL’s largest stadiums felt hope. We can move this country from the trough of fear and hopelessness that we have been in for the past 8 years. Together.
“What the naysayers don’t understand is that this election has never been about me. It’s been about you.”
Us. The American people. Not the CEO’s, not the politicians, but the factory workers. The nurses, and doctors, the orderlies, the cashiers, the janitors, the American people who can make this country work. And we have the chance now to make the change that is needed. To stop the bleeding, and make our country whole.
Obama for President.
Namate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I have been gone for awhile again. Life does that to you.
But in my absence the spammers have tried to break down the doors and take over. I just deleted 25 different spam comments. What a waste of time and effort. On everybodys part. Because you can’t tell me that there is actually someone out there that puts together these spam comments and then hits send. It has to be a spider of some kind doing it. And the other waste of time is me deleting the stupid things. I have a pretty good spam filter, though sometimes crap does get through. If some of these folks would want to advertise on here I would consider it. For a price. Not a big price, mind you, but not for free.
Free is mine.
The youngest son was here for a few days, and left on Friday. My eldest daughter and the youngest son have this rivalry of sorts going on as to who is the favorite child. The eldest son doesn’t get into it as he knows that he is his Mothers favorite. How does he know? She has told him. And everybody else. Which is pretty creepy for the youngest son.
But for me? My favorite is….every stinking one of them. Each one is special to me in their own particular, and peculiar way. And that is the way it is now, and the way that it will always believe.
So, Raven. You can believe what you want. That is up to you, but there is no difference between you, Pierce, and Cali-boy. Except Cali-boy is waaayyy more passive aggressive than any of you, hands down.
Gotta scoot.
Namaste.
I have a reader who sends me stuff.
As if the first part of that sentence weren’t cool enough “I have a reader”. Said reader sends me stuff pretty much cinches the coolness part.
What is sent are jokes and commentary on what I have written. That being said, I asked permission to post some of what was sent, and that permission was granted.
Thanks.
I am not a big joke kinda guy, most jokes I really don’t get. But the ones that I have been sen are cute enough in their own right, so I thought that I would share them with you.
Lucky you.
Here is the first:
A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, Father, I have a problem….
I have two female parrots,
But they only know how to say one thing.
‘What do they say?’ the priest inquired.
They say;
‘Hi, we’re hookers
Do you want to have some fun?
That’s obscene!’ the priest exclaimed,
Then he thought for a moment,
‘You know,’ he said,
‘I may have a solution to your problem.
I have two male talking parrots,
Which I have taught to pray and read the Bible.
Bring your two parrots over to my house,
And we’ll put them in the cage with FranK and Peter.
My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship,
And your parrots are sure to stop saying
that phrase . . In no time.
Thank you,’ the woman responded,
this may very well be the solution.
The next day,
She brought her female parrots to the priest’s house.
As he ushered her in,
She saw that his two male parrots
Were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying.
Impressed,
She walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
After a few minutes,
The female parrots cried out in unison:
Hi, we’re hookers!
Do you want to have some fun?
There was stunned silence.
Shocked!!!
One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot
And exclaimed……………..
‘Put the beads away, Frank.
Our prayers have been answered!’
And then there is this one.
SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that, in Spanish, unlike
> English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
>
> ‘House’ for instance, is feminine: ‘la casa.’
> ‘Pencil,’ however, is masculine: ‘el lapiz.’
>
> So, a student asked, ‘What gender is ‘computer’?’
>
> Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two
> groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether
> ‘computer’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was
> asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
>
> The men’s group decided that ‘computer’ should definitely be of the
> feminine gender (’la Computadora’), because:
>
> 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
>
> 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is
> incomprehensible to everyone else;
>
> 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for
> possible later retrieval; and
>
> 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending
> half your paycheck on accessories for it.
>
> (THIS GETS BETTER!)
>
> The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine
> (’el computador’), because:
>
> 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.
>
> 2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves.
>
> 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they
> ARE the problem; and
>
> 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a
> little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
>
> As usual, the women won.
The second one is painful for me. Because of the time wasted figuring out the divisions, rather than the areas of commonality.
Namaste.
Content. Interesting stuff. What the hell do you come around here for?
I try to read a bunch of blogs every day. Some having to do with the business of blogging, some having to do with peoples lives. And in each one of the blogs I read, other than Post Secret I come across the same lament time and time again.
I don’t have anything to write about. Help me out. Send me suggestions as to what you want me to write about.
What the hell?
My problem is that I have way too much crap to write about. Most of it is a variation on a theme, but that is what my life is about. And I don’t expect any of the 3 people who come here to read this to have to chime in like some kind of creepy synchophant to tell me what they want me to write about. That isn’t your job. Your job is to read what interests you and move on. Maybe you comment, which I would like to see more of, maybe you just think “Hmmmmm”, maybe you delete me from your reader. But don’t think that I am ever going to beg you to help me organize the crap in my head. First off, I would be terrified to actually let you in. Visions of police, and mental health workers dance through most of my dreams. Secondly, I wouldn’t have any idea of how to do it without sounding like I was begging.
Pleeeeeezzzzzze, help me figure out what to write about!!!
Not me. Not how I roll. Thank you for the ones who come here weekly to check in on how crazy I am becoming. Thank you for the ones who have commented. Please feel free to continue to comment, and for those of you who haven’t yet please do make a comment if you can. I promise not to bite.
And thanks for letting me get that off of my chest. That has been niggling at my cerebral cortex for days.
Namaste.
Especially all of you state workers from Pennsylvania. And Hi Pam. Saw you stop in yesterday also. Appreciate you guys coming over for a lookee see. But come on, drop a comment or two. I know you all have a lot to say. Especially Pam.
I promise that I won’t bite. And you won’t be on some super secret list of people whose names I am going to sell to some creepy telemarketer, or scuzzy spam master. Promise. Really.
Though I might comment back to you. You know, like conversation. That dying art form.
Try it. You might like it.
Namaste.
