Just doing my part (Bird Flu), posted November 14, 2005 You ate what? (My Sushi Experience), posted November 15, 2005 The war hits home, posted December 17, 2005 The adventures of a habitual traffic offender - parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, posted Jan '06 And so there I was, posted January 03, 2006 Honor among thieves, posted January 10, 2006 This is why I don't call the helpdesk, posted February 10, 2006 Lunch is served and its Mike's Mac, posted February 19, 2006 No good deed goes unpunished, posted February 26, 2006 It's a crappy story, posted February 27, 2006 Bickford Closing Stories - parts 1, 2, 3, 4 <- People dig pt. 4 Why lie... I need a pie, posted March 17, 2006 How have we come to this pass, posted May 25, 2006 The Ladies Man: The Ass Grabbing Incident, posted July 19, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
The Best of...
Friday, September 15, 2006
Oh, you're still here?
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Because he's my son
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Fingertips
Monday, September 04, 2006
Crikey! Who didn't see this coming...
Friday, September 01, 2006
In memory of Paula Wright
Thursday, August 31, 2006
CNN Anchor Flubs Audio During Bush Katrina Speech - YouTube
10. "Still haven't mastered complicated On/Off switch" 9. "Larry King told me he does this all the time" 8. "How was I supposed to know we had a reporter embedded in the bathroom?" 7. "I honestly never knew this sort of thing was frowned upon" 6. "Couldn't resist chance to win $10,000 on 'America's Funniest Home Videos' " 5. "I was set up by those bastards at Fox News" 4. "Oh like you've never gone to the bathroom and had it broadcast on national television" 3. "I just wanted that hunky Lou Dobbs to notice me" 2. "Okay, so I was drunk and couldn't think straight" 1. "You have to admit, it made the speech a lot more interesting"
The Family Man: My Son's Tea Pot
Monday, August 28, 2006
Merry Katrina Eve
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Wish you were there... nahh, not really.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Motherf***ing nature can bite my motherf***ing ass!
- The screws for the beams of the canopy snapped but the wood is still in good shape.
- The structure was moved about six inches; the anchors were ripped up but no physical damage to the structure itself.
- The swingset bar, installed in June, was just fine. Because the structure moved, the A-frame support moved a little but nothing broke.
- Subsequent damage was tolled on my yard as a result of dragging the treetop off the structure and back to the base of the tree it fell from. I also cut up my arms a little moving that damned thing.
- My grill cover was also ripped to shit. Somehow a limb tore the cover off the grill and stabbed it into the ground. Luckily the grill shows no sign of damage. Why was it over there you ask? Well, I moved it to the edge of my property to avoid the smoke from going into my home and my neighbors homes. I guess one way to look at it is that I now have plenty of firewood for winter grilling.
All in all, the thing I'm most pissed about is that I had to get wet and dirty when I moved the tree. I HATE getting wet, especially from cold rain!
Now I need to find my chainsaw... I think I misplaced it after the last zombie attack.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
This week in God
GOOD WORKS ARE THE FRUIT NOT THE ROOT OF SALVATION!
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Friday, August 18, 2006
And now a word from our sponsors
- I've removed the Adult Friend Finder crap. Google can stay. More template changes underway this weekend.
- For those of you visiting from the keywords "Highland Pond", "Greenfield" and "gay" you're totally off. You should replace "Highland Pond" with "Poet Seat Tower". That's the gay crusing area. Look it up. All you need to do is walk out into the woods, wait a moment and suddenly gays will scurry out from behind trees offering their services. According to the news accounts and police logs anyway.
- The Al Franklin Show totally robbed me today. I was planning on coming home and posting the line "I have friends who are into beastiality, I've worked with people who are into beastiality, I have utmost respect for them." Bastards! I need to find another fool making a ridiculous comment now. I mean, come on! Comparing homosexuality to beastiality?! That's satirical gold!
- PsychoGirl story is done and is being proofed. It's going to be posted in parts because it's just too damned long otherwise.
- I took a 3hr on-line course for Advance HTML design on Thursday - on my company's tab. Three damned hours and the only thing I learned was the meta tag pragma. "Advanced" training is apparently using tables, frames and CSS. It's wasn't helpful at all but I can list it as an accomplishment, specialized training, and I did it on company time on the company's dime. I don't need more training... I think I need LSD or a mutant to rub my temples while chanting "Open your mind. Open your mind!"
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The results are in...
Would you be my hero?
- Yes, I’m asking because of that “Heroes” show.
- The ability or power does not necessarily have to be limited to comic or cartoon characters. But if that’s your train of thought, there are no limits on the universe or brand, any and all are welcome. Also, fear not the label of “Joey Gladstone.” Adult cartoon watchers are not all Ninja Turtle pajama wearing, woodchuck puppet sodomizing weirdoes… except on the weekends. After a few beers.
- You can always opt out and not want powers. But give me a big why not.
My answer:
- I’d want to have a symbiotic costume like Venom but it’d have to be less mind controlling and more like Spawn’s living armor.
- The ability to use the ever-popular anime Ki blasts, specifically like those in the Dragon Ball Trilogy.
- The ability to use the Sharingan from the series Naruto. I know, I know, the Byakugan are said to be more powerful but they’re a dull gray and the users face gets all veiny. Yuck.
- I wouldn’t want to be indestructible or able to fly. Those aren't really appealing. Immortality, too, is out of the mix.
Iron man Folgore, Invincible Folgore, Brave and strong Folgore, He always wins the day.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Maddox to be on WAQY/Rock102 Tomorrow!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
More to come
This week in God
GOD COMFORTS THE DISTURBED AND DISTURBS THE COMFORTABLE!
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This week in God
THE BEST VITAMIN FOR A CHRISTIAN B-1
No exclamation point?! Wow!
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Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I suppose if I liked it, it wouldn't be work and they wouldn't pay me
No, damn it! MIKE! Ever since I was a child I was called names I didn't want to be. I don't care for Mikey, Mitch, or Michael. I prefer Mike, Henry or not to be named at all actually. Sometimes my wife calls me Mikey Eddie Weirdo, I suppose that's fine too. Also, why do you need to know my name? I'm a lowly peon with no decision making powers at all, I just read off the monitor what the man tells me to read. Even with my name, it will do you no good. Mentioning my name during a call will get you little more than a chuckle.Me: "May I have your..." social security #, account #, brokerage information, etc. Caller: "I knew you were going to ask me for that! I should of had it ready." (Annoying chuckle to follow.)
Me: Providing information on benefits. Caller: "Say what now?"Yo, psychic asshole, bet you can't guess what I'm saying about you while I put you on MUTE!
I've noticed this is a Georgian-thing. Years ago when I worked in dental insurance I answered calls from Georgia and apparently you people don't brush your teeth. I have no actual data on this but I'm fairly sure the per capita ratio for dentures is pretty high there.Me: "I'm sorry, that office is currently closed. If you like I can request a callback or if you can call back before 5pm you can speak with them directly." Caller: "It's not 5pm here."
Yeah, it's not 5pm in California or where you're calling from but it's after 5pm here and we're what matters. There is a reason they include those three letters after the time, we have TIME ZONES. Maybe you've heard of Eastern Standard Time?Me: "Thank you. And, may I have you social security number?" Caller: They've responded in three ways...
- The final four. "1234," ackward pause. I wait until they add, "That's my last four." I didn't ask for the last four. I don't give a shit if you think someones tapping your phone, waiting for the very moment your calling your insurance company to steal your social security number.
- The rapid fire response. "Fou-ifty-Ni-Seventy. One." Of course I'll have to ask for it again and they'll respond put off like I should have been able to follow along.
- The bad dancer. They have no rhythm. Everyone in the business knows there is a rhythm to giving social security and phone numbers. They'll give their social as "Forty-eight. Two thiry-one. Sixteen. One. Six." When the rhythm should be "Da Da Da. Do Do. De De Da Do."
- The asshat. "You mean my soch (so-shh)?" Stop calling it that! If you want to make up your own words like a baby, I'll treat you like one and shake you.
Why yes, yes we are and thanks for your call. And not only do I personally collect the money weekly from your check but I then go and blow it on the McDonald's Dollar Menu. I've also noticed your requested deductions will actually leave you owing in at the end of the year. I've taken the liberty of submitting a corrected W4. You're welcome.Was there anything else I can help you with? Ok, you have a good day then.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
High Tension - REVIEW
- Nudity: Shower scene with bare breasts. Unfortunately it's not Cecile de France.
- Sex: No actual intercourse but there is oral sex and Cecile de France masturbates.
- Gore: Blood, blood and more blood. There is a not-so-fake decapitation, dismemberment with awesome throat slitting scene and a gas station attendant takes an axe to the chest. The special effects are well done.
- Horror: I actually jumped at a few scenes and I never jump. This was horror done right.
- Offensive language: I don’t really remember any.
- Plot: Cookie cutter but they're double chocolate chunk with a twist of something special that doesn't hit you until the end.
Story summary: The film begins with the blonde on a hospital bed, all cut up and in stitches. The film then cuts to her running through the woods, injured and scared. Finally she reaches a road and stops in the middle, causing an oncoming car to swerve and slam on the breaks. It then cuts to her waking up from a dream in the backseat of a different car, uninjured but shaken by her dream. Right then and there I thought I had figured it out, obviously she was a psychic or some crap. But I was wrong. As she asks for a cigarette from her friend, you'll really notice the dubbing work but bear with it. These two girls are Marie (Cecile de France, the blonde) and Alexia (Maïwenn Le Besco, the brunette). They're two best friends and classmates who have come to France to visit Alexia's parents' secluded farmhouse, hoping to study for college exams. You'll never hear about the exams again, so its just fluff. While they're driving, the movie cuts to another area of road and a mysterious old beat-up Citroen truck parks along side a cornfield. Inside the truck the driver is getting a little oral sex. Passionate lovers? Not hardly. As the driver finishes, he tosses a decapitated woman’s head out the window. This is the first scene in the movie that doesn't quiet flow after seeing the ending. I'm not sure if this was still part of Marie's dream or something that really happened. Eventually night falls and the duo arrives at Alexia's families’ farmhouse. Here we meet Alexia's father and little brother - her mother is already asleep by the time they arrive. After a brief tour of the home, Marie is left to settle into her room. Boredom sets in and she decides to go out to have a smoke. Here we're shown Alexia's bare breasts while she's showering, we also notice Marie checking her out. With the cigarette done, she returns inside and ascends to her room. It's a little creepy with the wind, the creaking and what not so she puts her headphones on and zones out. As this is a foreign film, we're graced by the sight of the beautiful Cecile de France masturbating. American actresses are such prudes. The only masturbation scene that comes to mind with an American actress is the scene in Slackers with Laura Prepon and that wasn't anything special. Actually, pretty lame in fact. The motors are running and we're off. As Marie climaxes, that old beat-up Citroen truck we saw earlier pulls up. A jumpsuit clad man exits and bangs on the door. The stranger continues to bang until the father is roused from his slumber and answers the door. Marie peers out through the top story window and watches as the stranger brandishes his knife at the father. Let the killing begin! Everyone dies except for Marie, who hides, and Alexia, who's captured and bound in chains. I won't really get into how they die; it's worth watching yourself. The only thing I didn't like was that they used such a young boy and I hate thinking about violence towards children but at least they didn't show any actual harm coming to him. As all the killing is going on, Marie is searching throughout the house for a phone only to find the main line has been cut. Sure, it's been done but it worked. The stranger loads up Alexia in his truck then re-enters the house for one more sweep. Marie sneaks into the truck and unsuccessful in her attempt to free her friend is also trapped in the truck as the stranger heads off to parts unknown. Who knows how long they've been driving but the truck soon needs a fill up. At the gas station there is another failed attempt at freeing her friend and the gas station attendant is killed. Leave no witnesses and one less self-serve attendant can't hurt anyone. Amazingly Marie is again able to evade detection and capture but the truck drives off before she can get back out there. Stealing the dead clerk's car, a chase ensues. The car chase is actually the second scene that doesn't quiet add up after seeing the ending which we're so close to right now. The chase is predictable as Marie first thinks she's in the clear and unnoticed but in the blink of an eye, she's the hunted and run off the road in a fiery car wreck. As you've heard, there is a twist to the ending. The twist makes it worth re-watching to see if there were any clues that might give it away. Bottom line: Best. Horror. Flick. (of 2005)
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Go away Mickey!
In the absense of a strong plot, use nudity.
I'll update this blog some time later today after I finish HGenCo's update (and get tired of playing StarCraft). I have over 200 pictures that need to be sorted and put into galleries. HGenCo's layout is pretty bland at the moment as it was designed for dial-up but new design is under works using CSS and feeds. That'll be sweet. The definitive source of all things Henry. Until later. ---- Sorry but I'm moving the stories about me off this blog to a different site. As I may have said, this is a place where I post my first drafts and many are riddled with typos.Tuesday: Installed StarCraft and the expansion. Got sick of Age of Empire's limit on the number units I could have. Where's the fun with that when you're deathmatching?! So, I needed a little Zerg fix.
I've been experiencing a little blog envy - Atomic Tumor and Wuzzadem are great. They've got the feel I'd like this site to have. Damn you people, with your cool sites! Then there are sites like Cocktails with Kevin and The Search for A Good Story who know how to use clipart to aid in their story telling.
Wednesday: I posted mock letters. Poor response. The air conditioner was dropped at the store and made weird noises. I need to return it. As I was once a shipping / receiving clerk I know how to pack a box. This box wasn't packed like it was to be shipped. Fucking Walmart.
I've realized, I don't care for drinking alcohol... unless someone else pays for it. Whenever I buy a six pack it sits in my refridgerator. I don't like to drink in front of my son and I'm not one for drinking alone. Hell, I still have half of that 40 of Miller High Life. Thursday: I spaced out on my new favorite show It's Always Sunny in Philidelphia. That's a great show. New episodes on FX at 10pm, encore of an older episode at 10:30. Encore of both episodes at 11 & 11:30pm. Nice. Friday: My nieces, aged 4 and 2, slept over. My brother and his wife went to Foxwood's casino. All the kids slept down stairs on the pull out couch. I have no idea what time they finally fell asleep but I'm sure it was close to midnight. Life Lesson learned: Use solid color or non-character bed linens for future sleep overs to avoid arguments over who wants the Mini Mouse, Wiggles, Toy Story or Thomas the Tank Engine bed sets. Saturday: Nieces were picked up some time between 6:30 to 7:30pm. After a quick trip to the laundromat to dry our bed linens, I settled down to watch Toonami, 48hrs Mysteries, then Adult Swim. Fooly Cooly marathon + Best two episodes of Cowboy Bebop = crawling into bed at 3am.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
It's better to beg forgiveness than to seek permission, fin.
Dear Western Massachusetts Electric Company,
Tonight, from Walmart, we bought a 5,200 BTU air conditioner. Sure, it says it's one of the most energy efficient models but that's a lie, right? You know this thing will be sucking down the happy juice from the happy holes and you'll be laughing all the way to the bank. You're fucking welcome, sugar tits! Always looking to take my money... lousey bunch of...
Advising you not to cash my check until after X-mas,
Michael E. Henry
Mel C. Gibson
It's better to beg forgiveness than to seek permission, cont.
It's better to beg forgiveness than to seek permission
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Basshunter - Boten Anna - YouTube
Where's the PsychoGirl story?
matt: is your name really Michael Henry? The Dude: yes matt: and are you from greenfield? The Dude: Originally, Millers now. matt: are you a godfather to any children? The Dude: Not that I know of... matt: do u know a girl named nancy from greenfield The Dude: oh, her. matt: why do u say it like that The Dude: she still talks about me? matt: no but i was browsing myspace and i saw your name michael henry matt: and our oldest son michael is named after u matt: havent changed his last name yet matt: its michael henry The Dude: are you serious? Why didn't you adopt him and change his name? matt: i am working on it matt: it takes a while trust me i have looked into it matt: its not that easy matt: i am sorry if i bothered u The Dude: the first step is I guess finding the real father... The Dude: no, you didn't bother me matt: ok matt: i met u at one point matt: u had glasses and long hair The Dude: Yeah, I remember you. Glad to see you're still together and things have worked out matt: yeah we have been together a long time nowe matt: now matt: she has changed a lot matt: she doesnt party anymore matt: just takes care of the family matt: nancy said u were the godfather The Dude: Not that I'm aware of. I'm sure that was something we might have discussed but I don't think I agreed to anything matt: oh cause michael asks where his name came from and nancy tells him his godfather The Dude: oh. matt: so your married matt: congratulations matt: congrats on your kids The Dude: yup. we've been together for 5 years now, married for almost two The Dude: thanks matt: thats cool The Dude: next one is due in Jan matt: we have been married almost 3 years matt: 3 kids matt: well michael matt: and zackary and ellazondra matt: well dont wanna take up to much of your time The Dude: I've seen the pictures on her myspace matt: well it was nice chatting maybe we can chat again gotta get ready for work The Dude: No problem. Take it easy. matt: you to matt: take care matt: can i add u on my list The Dude: sure matt: ok cool *** matt's IC window is closedI did add him to my friends list, but removed him soon after because of my many "friends" only posts. For the record, I am no ones god father. For educational purposes only, here is her myspace page. But just don't harass her. (I could care less if you did, but for liability sake I have to disclaim any and all involvement.) When I was first notified that she had a page and I checked it out, there were quiet a few references and apologies to me. Give me a break. If you have an account, view her pictures. She has a picture of the boy who she told I was their "god father". Note the skin color. I'm busy with two new for-profit web ventures but I'll have the story up by the end of the week. I'll leave you to talk amoungst yourselves.
See ya, Mel! - Revisited
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Feasting on Asphalt, TODAY!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
This week in God
SATURDAY NIGHT ALIVE CONCERT MUSIC BY SILOAM JULY 29 630PM
SOUTHERN GOSPEL CONCERT WITH THE EATONS SUNDAY JULY 30 6PM
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Operation Groucho - GoogleVideo
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Gibberish of the day
Monday, July 24, 2006
See ya, Mel! - GoogleVideo
A Notice To Parents Regarding The Good Night Show Late late week, Melanie Martinez, host of The Good Night Show, alerted us to the internet posting of an independent short film that she appeared in seven years ago. PBS KIDS Sprout has determined that the dialogue in this video is inappropriate for her role as a preschool program host and may undermine her character's credibility with our audience. As a result, PBS KIDS Sprout has decided that she will no longer appear as host of The Good Night Show. Melanie has been an important part of our network and we are disappointed that we had to make this difficult decision. PBS KIDS Sprout's foremost priority is to do what is best for our young viewers and their families. We remain committed to The Good Night Show, which debuted last year, as a valuable tool for parents to help children wind down after a busy day. Regularly scheduled programs within The Good Night Show (e.g. Dragon Tales, Bob the Builder, Thomas & Friends) will continue to air in their designated time slots with new short-form content replacing Melanie's segments. We are developing plans to launch a new season of The Good Night Show with a new host late in 2006. Posted Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 6:02 p.m. ETI'm going to miss that cutie.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Be back later...
Thursday, July 20, 2006
This week in God
LORD HELP ME TO STAND FOR SOMETHING LEST I FALL FOR ANYTHING!
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
The Ladies Man: The Ass Grabbing Incident
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Who ya gonna call?
Bush at the G8 - YouTube
Monday, July 17, 2006
Bill O'Reilly on David Letterman - YouTube
Sunday, July 16, 2006
He needs pie, too.
Weekend New Wrap-up
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Home Alone
This week in God
DOVE AWARD NOMINEES THE KEFFERS FRIDAY JULY 14 7PM GREAT GOSPEL MUSIC!
Visit their website, TheKeffers.com, they'll be so glad if you did!
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The Ladies Man
[RETRO-SPEAK: After the middle school, I chose the Franklin County Technical Vocational High school instead of the more academically focused Greenfield High school. I didn’t see myself going to college right away and like the idea that I’d have training right out of high school to get a decent job. I set out looking for computer support work. No, thanks. I’ve lost complete interest in computer support because of how incredibly dumb most people (who I’ve assisted, supported, or what have you) are! No body reads! It’s also too stressful. I’m pretty sure monitors are sources of low-level gamma radiation – I’ve been feeling Hulk-ish. As of this writing, I’ve been employed, working on/with computers, for various lengths at no less than twenty different employers. Some positions were temp but most I just quit. My wages have varied from $5.75 to $14.25 an hour. I’m still on the quest for employment happiness. Also, I have yet to enroll in college. Most people I know who’ve graduated with their little BA are complete dumb asses. Maybe it’s the crowd I roll with.]I had just moved on from the hair pulling, teasing because I like you stage and on to the note passing stage but not quiet to the actually talking with the girl I like stage. Girls were developing in all the right places and I was taking notice. Some were developing but were staying prime and proper, some were changing their look to flaunt their newly developed asses and others looked like they emerged from the cocoon too early and were stuck mid-metamorphoses.
[PERV-SPEAK: One of the best happenings in my middle school career was a scene I witnessed one day in my seventh grade science class. Class had just started and in walked in a tardy female student. She was a known troublemaker, a rebel of the establishment. If not for the oversized, aviator style glasses I wore back in the day, my eyes would have jumped from their sockets and leaped across the room. In she walked wearing a red flannel half shirt (must have been a “custom” made jobbie, I’ve never seen a flannel shirt like that before and haven't since). The bottoms of her large, bountiful breasts, covered by a white silky bra of course, were exposed where the shirt ended. Needless to say, I’m not really sure what the lesson plan was that day. Unfortunately, that was as close as I got to see breasts that year. I’m sure that it’s a sad occurrence when young girls are burdened with large, bouncy fun bags. As a hard up (pre)teen boy, it’s hard to believe anything bad could come from something so wonderful. As a father who is currently expecting his next child, a child who has yet to be discovered to be a boy or a girl, I have to say that girls like her scare the hell out of me! Oh please, oh please, be a boy!]It was just another day in my English class. Throughout my school career, English was one of my favorite subjects. Given my rather limited vocabulary, poor grammar and tendency to misuse words, you may be surprised that I’ve even attended such a class. There was nothing special about my seventh grade English teacher; she was an older lady who taught from the “old school” and wasn’t with it when it came to the youth. It wasn’t her teaching technique that had forever etched her class on these little gray cells of mine. No, it was because of just one incident. An incident involving a girl. We had just finished reading some story in class. I remember neither the name of the story or a any quotes, I only have a vague recollection that the story dealt role reversals of men and women in society. To demonstrate the point, the teacher called on volunteers to come in front of the class and act out some scenes. The teacher first called on girls to volunteer, a lovely young girl, who we’ll call Emily, was selected. Then the teacher called for boy volunteers. Apparently not raising your hand and raising your hand are one in the same as I was also selected. So, there I was, in front of the class with this extremely cute girl by my side and then the bomb was dropped. “Emily, I would like you to ask Mike out. Like you would for a date.” Immediately, I was flushed with embarrassment and retreated inside. Oh boy, shy is an understatement. After a brief pause and a deep breath Emily ask, “So, Mike, do you like to…” Oh, bless her. She tried. She asked about my interest in television, sports, movies, books, going to the local park. Nothing. To every question, I’d reply with a quick “No”, “Don’t really like that”, or “I’m not really into that.” I would have been totally out of my comfort zone talking with her like that one on one, let alone in front of the entire class! Finally, after I had turned down one suggestion too many, the teacher stepped in and suggested that I just go with it. “So, do you like baseball?” There was a bit of annoyance in her voice. “Yeah, it’s ok.” Mumbled it, but successful! “I have a couple of tickets to the Red Sox’s, would you like to go to the game with me?” “Sure.” And, scene. The teacher called for applause and we were allowed to return to our seats. Her friends comforted her upon her return and I took the walk of shame back to my seat, object of ridicule. The whole skit seemed to have lasted an hour but was probably only ten minutes. I never pursued Emily and, oddly enough, she never pursued me. She hung out with the jockish kids and seemed pretty much unapproachable to a kid like me. After the Middle School she went on to the Greenfield High School. I haven’t seen her since. I wonder if she remembers that oddball kid who she stood in front of an English class with her, unwilling to be asked out!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Need a laugh?
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Weekend News Wrap-up
[ STAMFORD ADVOCATE ] Surcharge to be tacked on traffic tickets for towns and cities "It definitely happened under the radar screen," said state Rep. Michael Lawlor, D-East Haven, who voted against the measure because he considered the bill "extremely simplistic and not well-written." [ DAILYKOS ] Ted Stevens on the internets This is the funniest thing I've heard in a while. It ranks right up with a school buddy explaining to a dunce how email worked. "It's kind of like a fax machine." You had to be there. (Still searching for a sound bite.) [ YAHOO ] Large asteroid zips harmlessly past Earth I wonder how many times we've almost been wiped out over the years. [ INFINITYLABS ] Invisible Cloaks in Action - Video Demonstrations Not quite invisible, more like semi-translucent. Is it real? [ OHIO ] Man serves year in Iraq because of military clerical error Insert Clerks joke here. [ CNN ] Enron founder Ken Lay dies I'm not sure what to say to that. I'm sure there's a joke there somewhere. How'd he die? Who knows? Everyone seems to have a theory. [ ONE RED PAPERCLIP ] 503 Main Street Wow. Mission accomplished. The BlogSpot domain is blocked at my work, maybe yours too. In a nutshell, the guy started with a paperclip and has been trading. Ahh, the Internet. [ NYDAILYNEWS ] Greedy funeral firm treats sanit vet 'like garbage' The headline wasn't too objective. If you take a step back and look at it from the funeral homes point of view, it was a $8600 bill. Would you not want your money? Verbal agreements mean nothing. Had they presented an assignment of benefits to the home there would not have been a problem. Just a lame story. [ MAINICHI-MSN ] Shibuya's sleazy happening bars offer chaotic, erotic action at bargain prices I wonder if Tucker Max has a story that could top this. [ YAHOO ] Jailed Mafia boss to have in-vitro baby Seems like a perfect situation. I like this quote, “Madonia, who comes from a family of renowned Mafia bosses, got married in jail in 1992. Investigators were baffled when the couple's first child was born in 2000, while Madonia was already in detention and was theoretically barred from having any private encounter with his wife.”
Greenfield Fireworks 2006
Fun facts about me
- I'm a breast man.
- I've never had an STD but have been around the block.
- I've never cheated on a girlfriend or my spouse but I've been cheated on by an Ex.
- I suffer from (idiopathic) insomnia. Pending actual diagnosis.
- I have one tattoo, Venom spider, left arm.
- I have a birthmark on my back in the shape of a fish.
- I have a third nipple. It's below the one on the left. Really!
- As a child, a deciduous lower central and lower lateral incisor fused and erupted as a double tooth. When it fell out only one tooth took its place. So, while you have four bottom front teeth, I have three.
- Had my first bar experience 12/21/05. Memorable.
- I work for an insurance company as a Customer Service Representative. I'm not much for this customer service fad. I'm not qualified to work there and am a pretty lousy employee but I make a ridiculous amount money for the work I do. God Bless America.
Nothing else you need to know except, make the check out to cash!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
TourettesGuy video - YouTube
On selling out...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
This week in God
FAITH IS NOT A LEAP INTO THE DARK BUT A STEP INTO THE LIGHT!
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