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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A Tribute to the Dog
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Women
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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Nine Words Women Use
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are
right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.
Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more
minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something,
and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually
end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement
often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot
and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing).
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman
can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard
before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say
you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she
says "Thanks alot"- that is pure sarcasm and she is not thanking you at
all. DO NOT say "you're welcome". That will bring on a "whatever").
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying FUCK YOU!
(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning
this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is
now doing it herself. This will later result in an man asking "What's
wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.
From the movie As Good As It Gets:
Melvin Udall: I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.
Carol Connelly: I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
Melvin Udall: Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol Connelly: I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
Melvin Udall : You make me want to be a better man.
Carol Connelly...That's maybe the best compliment of my life.
Melvin Udall: Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Earl Snyder's Halloween Surprise
Earl Snyder made two very bad decisions that day. During breakfast, after his wife had spilled coffee over the table, he flew into a violent rage, grabbed her by the hair, threw her against the refrigerator, then landed his fist on her face again and again. She lay bloodied on the floor as he stormed out the back door. “Stupid bitch,” he yelled back at her.
That afternoon in the woods near his house Snyder began killing squirrels. One shot led to another and, after a few hours, he had killed 27 squirrels which he told himself must have been some sort of record for an afternoon hunt. The desire to share this thought led him to the Belly Up Bar. Inside he downed several shots and beers and happily recounted to others both the beating of his wife and the amazing number of squirrels he had killed that day.
Hours later he walked out of the bar into the fading twilight. By the time he turned his Silverado into his dirt driveway it was nearly dark. He parked under the old oak tree at the side of his house.
It happened as he pulled himself drunkenly out of the truck. Several squirrels dropped out of the tree and landed on him. Claws dug into his skin. He felt panic. He frantically tried to brush the squirrels off of him, but they clung to him tightly. Then dozens more squirrels fell out of the tree. In seconds squirrels covered his whole body. He screamed and flailed at them, but they dug in. Teeth bit into his flesh. Snyder fell to the ground, and the squirrels swarmed over him gnawing and tearing at him. He wailed in pain.
The screams brought Snyder’s wife to the window. She saw what was happening. She did not move to help him. She did not look away.
Finally the screaming ended, but the squirrels continued in a rapacious frenzy. Flesh and muscle were torn away from bone. Snyder’s body was in a thousand bloody pieces under the oak.
Earl Snyder had lived his last Halloween.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Solar Decathlon 2009
I found a large enthusiastic crowd at this year's decathlon with long lines waiting to get into each house, in contrast to two years ago where the crowd was sparse at best.
The houses impressed. Passive solar principles and photovoltaic blended nicely together, and the choice of building materials was innovative and back-to-the-earth at the same time.
One of the best aspects of this was seeing college students working on a solution to a critical world problem.
Cheers!
Please read more.
SOLAR DECATHLON
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Mother Earth Harvest Fair
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I fell into the frolicsome freak parade with: Believers in the Middle Earth, the organic folks, those who think rattlesnakes won't cross rope, believers in aroma therapy, meditative hypnosis, and the healing power of herbs, the Solar enthusiasts, salt-of-the-earth people, back-to-the-earth people, people who believe in fairies and people who believe they are fairies, old hippies, new hippies, body artists, the Gaia theorists (who believe that the earth is a remarkably complex, living, self-regulating super-organism), tattooed men in kilts, women with rainbow hair in Birkenstocks, Grace Lefever (the grand dame of York County nutrition), musical guests, a man with a blue face, some guy who had dressed himself as a grassy knoll, and a host of dogs.
At the foot of a hill, a drum circle pounded out an incessant, mildly hypno-erotic beat which could be heard all over the farm and which sort of held the disparate earth elements together.
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Here were people who believe in alternatives -in medicine, energy, farming, lifestyles - all slightly off kilter but all in one peaceful spot having some easy, old-timey fun.
A great way to spend a warm fall afternoon.
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SPOUTWOOD FARM
Friday, October 02, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
From a British newspaper...
BUZZING UNDIES MAKE SHOPPER FAINT
A woman collapsed in a supermarket when her vibrating panties made her faint with pleasure.
The kinky 33-year old housewife was wearing a pair of battery-operated Passion Pants bought from a sex shop, while she did her shopping, according to the British tabloid The Sun.
But she got so stimulated by the 6cm bullet in the panties that she lost consciousness.
She fell and hit her head in the crowed supermarket in Swansea, Wales.
When paramedics arrived they found her black imitation leather knickers still buzzing.
They took them off before an ambulance took her to the hospital.
The woman, whose identity has been kept private, suffered no long-lasting ill effects.
And as she left the hospital, a paramedic gave her back the Passion Pants in a plastic bag.
A spokesman for the ASDA supermarket chain told the Sun: “We like to think shopping with us is exciting enough already.”