Buzzsaw's Blog

if you check the link in my post above, you will notice that it take one right to the buzzsaw blog

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I thought he'd prefer my link... same link, less snide, bitch.:thumbup:

who's my little pudgy muffin?

Me. That's who. Let's hug it out bitch.:smoking:

mmmmm.....mmmmmmmm....mmmmmm

who loves ya' baby!

This man should NOT be on TV

Have you seen this dude's infomercial. Man. He is the used car salesman of bowel cleansers. I wouldn't buy top soil from this man......for free.

I'll be honest with you.
Sundays during this time of year remind me of the great TV show - "That's Incredible". Why? Well, let me tell you.
I loved that show. I lived for that show. My love was at it's peak when I was in the 4th or 5th grade. Just when I was starting to understand what a daily grind was. I was just starting not to want to go to school and really wanting to stay home and play Atari or maybe read a "choose your own adventure book" - I was not in the least bit interested in the finer aspects of long division or learning how to spell long ten cent words.

I learned to love the weekend and all the schoolless possibilities that came with it.
Friday - Pizza
Saturday - maybe a sleep over or a movie
Sunday - homework? or That's Incredible?

I knew that once John Davidson. Fran Tarkenton and Cathy Lee Crosby said goodnight - that responsibility was looming. And I was not up for it.

Anyway. It has been an amazing long weekend. It is almost over. But hey - Friday is just around the bend - huh?

Like everyone else that takes the train to work everyday, I spend my time thinking about the perfect crime. What if I trained an ape to rob a bank, or heist a juicy jewel. That could work! And if the ape gets busted - hey I'm not going to jail, the ape is. Right? Maybe not an ape, I suppose a more agile primate would be needed. Anyway - the point is, this is an almost risk free crime. I mean. Hey - Perry Mason - prove that I trained the ape to steal that money. Knowhwatimsayin.

So. If a generation is - let's say 70 years. And well, it is accepted fact that a millenium is a thousand years. That means every fourteen generations or so, a generation gets to observe the end of a millenium and the start of a new one. My/Our generation got to see this. But yet, no one seems to think it was so special. Why is no one talking about all that millenium business anymore. It's like - hey our computers didn't end up crashing......so let's check out American idol tonight. Are we too close to the event to understand how significant the event was that we got to see pass? With Dick Clark no less!! I mean....hello....sure seeing the start of a new century is cool - my great grandparents go to do that - but WOW WOW WOW - only a few years ago we started a new millenium.

Anyway, where was I......oh

Place the pork, fat-side up, in a roasting pan fitted with a rack insert, and using a sharp knife, score the surface of the meat with small slits. Mash the garlic, oregano, salt, and pepper into a paste on a cutting board with the flat side of a knife; place the adobo in a bowl and stir in the oil and vinegar. Rub the garlic paste all over the pork, being sure to get into the incisions so the salt can penetrate the meat and pull out the moisture - this will help form a crust on the outside when cooked. Cover the pork with plastic wrap and marinate in the refrigerator for at least 3 hours or up to overnight.
Allow the meat to sit at room temperature for 30 minutes before cooking. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Roast the pork for 3 hours, uncovered, until the skin is crispy-brown. Let the meat rest on a cutting board for 10 minutes before slicing.

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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats,
the hundreds and hundreds that cross,
returning home,
are more curious to me than you suppose;
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence,
are more to me,
and more in my meditations,
than you might suppose.

- Walt Whitman

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As told to The Reverend John Heckwelder, a Moravian missionary in the Ohio Valley

A long time ago, when there was no such thing known to-the Indians as people with a white skin,(their expression,). some Indians who had been out a-fishing, and where the sea widens, espied at a great distance something remarkably large swimming, or floating on the water, and such as they had never seen before. They immediately returning to the shore apprised their countrymen of what they had seen, and pressed them to go out with them and discover what it might be. These together hurried out, and saw to their great surprise the phenomenon, but could not agree what it might be; some concluding it either to be an uncommon large fish, or other animal, while others were of opinion it must be some very large house. It was at length agreed among those who were spectators, that as this phenomenon moved towards the land, whether or not it was an animal, or anything that had life in it, it would be well to inform all the Indians on the inhabited islands of what they had seen, and put them on their guard. Accordingly, they sent runners and watermen off to carry the news to their scattered chiefs, that these might send off in every direction for the warriors to come in. These arriving in numbers, and themselves viewing the strange appearance, and that it was actually moving towards them, (the entrance of the river or bay,) concluded it to be a large canoe or house, in which the great Mannitto (great or Supreme Being) himself was, and that he probably was coming to visit them. By this time the chiefs of the different tribes were assembled on York Island, and were counselling (or deliberating) on the manner they should receive their Mannitto on his arrival. Every step had been taken to be well provided with a plenty of meat for a sacrifice; the women were required to prepare the best of victuals; idols or images were examined and put in order; and a grand dance was supposed not only to be an agreeable entertainment for the Mannitto, but might, with the addition of a sacrifice, contribute towards appeasing him, in case he was angry with them. The conjurors were also set to work, to determine what the meaning of this phenomenon was, and what the result would be. Both to these, and to the chiefs and wise men of the nation, men, women, and children were looking up for advice and protection. Between hope and fear, and in confusion, a dance commenced. While in this situation fresh runners arrive declaring it a house of various colours, and crowded with living creatures. It now appears to be certain that it is the great Mannitto bringing them some kind of game, such as they had not before; but other runners soon after arriving, declare it a large house of various colours, full of people, yet of quite a different colour than they (the Indians) are of; that they were also dressed in a different manner from them, and that one in particular appeared altogether red, which must be the Mannitto himself. They are soon hailed from the vessel, though in a language they do not understand; yet they shout (or yell) in their way. Many are for running off to the woods, but are pressed by others to stay, in order not to give offence to their visitors, who could find them out, and might destroy them. The house (or large canoe, as some will have it,) stops, and a smaller canoe comes ashore with the red man and some others in it; some stay by this canoe to guard it. The chiefs and wise men (or councillors) had composed a large circle, unto which the red-clothed man with two others approach. He salutes them with friendly countenance, and they return the salute after their manner. They are lost in admiration, both as to the colour of the skin (of these whites) as also to their manner of dress, yet most as to the habit of him who wore the red clothes, which shone with something they could not account for. He must be the great Mannitto (Supreme Being,) they think, but why should he have a white skin? A large hockhack is brought forward by one of the (supposed) Mannitto’s servants, and from this a substance is poured out into a small cup (or glass) and handed to the Mannitto. The (expected) Mannitto drinks; has the glass filled again, and hands it to the chief next to him to drink. The chief receives the glass, but only smelleth at it, and passes it on to the next, chief, who does the same. The glass thus passes through the circle without the contents being tasted by any one; and is upon the point of being returned again to the red-clothed man, when one of their number, a spirited man and great warrior jumps up, harangues the assembly on the impropriety of returning the glass with the contents in it; that the same was handed them by the Mannitto in order that they should drink it, as he himself had done before them ; that this would please him; but to return what he had given to them might provoke him, and be the cause of their being destroyed by him. And that, since he believed it for the good of the nation that the contents offered them shouldbe drank, and as no one was willing to drink it he would, let the consequence be what it would; and that it was better for one man to die, than a whole nation to be destroyed. He then took the glass and bidding the assembly a farewell, drank it off.Every eye was fixed on their resolute companion to see what an effect this would have upon him, and he soon beginning to stagger about, and at last dropping to the ground, they bemoan him. He falls into a sleep, and they view him as expiring. He awakes again, jumps up, and declares that he never felt himself before so happy as after he had drank the cup. Wishes for more. His wish is granted; and the whole assembly soon join him...

Source: New-York Historical Society Collections, 2nd ser., (1841), vol. 1: 71–74.

Great city, fabled isle, were you at the far end
Of the world, across the starry ocean,
As some aver? Or Krete's sister,
Now only a dead volcano's crater?

Atlantis! Home of philosopher-kings,
Bull-leapers, golden fruit,
The port of a thousand ships!
Scholars came to you; poets sang of you!

Atlantis! Emerald towers sunk
A hundred fathoms beneath the waves,
You were the world's first civilization,
And suffered every civilization's fate:

By man or nature destroyed--
Only the faintest traces whereof
In the sands of memory remain.
But, Atlantis--

Your crushed heart's wound
Still burns!



Copyright © 2002 S. R. Compt

I was cold COLd cold for the first time this Winter.

this seems far away......

Yes it really does...
Now I am depressed...

Someone said to me today that memory is a hazy VHS recording with the tracking off. I had no idea what they were talking about.

I love that song - "the city of New Orleans" by Arlo Guthrie

OTHER SANTA: See you later.

CYNICAL SANTA: Maybe.

OTHER SANTA: See you down the road there.

So. I have this old ceramic Christmas tree that I purchased at a local garage sale a few years ago. I remember that we had one just like it growing up - so I said, "hey, for five bucks...why not"

Been using it for three years now, and last night I think to myself - "man that bulb has got to be old - I wonder when it is going to go out"..........

of course, I go to turn it on today. What happens?
nothing. bulb blew out.

So I say to my wife - "I killed the bulb in the tree. I thought about it going out...and the thing blew....."
She said to me, "no you didn't do it - you sensed it was going to go out"

I am trying to figure that out.

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=14659

A new Student Employee Torture Device!

This one is nowhere near as good as Hampsterdance but will suffice nicely for the next few days.

Thanks, Buzzsaw! :thumbup:

I really really like the song "Endless Wire" from The Who's new album of the same name. I am not a super Who fan and I think the only other album I have from The 'oo is Quadrophenia. But I have always knew that Pete Townshend is an amazing song writer. He's got that pretty dialed in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcsTCHjuKyI

This song seems to deal with three things I enjoy: infinity, spirituality and music. Hey.

http://www.noradsanta.org/en/default.php

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBOxTscYwsM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCu9arpItf4

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