Those of you who identify with the poem below, rejoice! There is hope! Download Mozilla from www.mozilla.org and check it out, particularly the feature shown below:
..just take the checkmark out and viola! no more popups..I'm weeping with joy even now!
I'm reposting this here because, well it's mine and I want to...so there.
How Many Windows
By Zane T. Dark (3/22/2002)
Research on the net,
Wanna make a bet,
That every single site I hit assumes me in their debt.
Window after window,
Popping here and there,
Whittling my patience, graying all my hair.
Make your penis longer,
Make your breasts real large,
Clear up your complexion for a minor credit charge.
New, improved, and xtra,
Natural and safe,
Better than the one before that made your knuckles chafe.
Become a multi-billioniare,
Sell Real Estate and Books,
We got rich the same way, it’s as easy as it looks.
How many windows must I close,
And through the refuse wade,
To find a decent recipe that gets these brownies made?
Here's sure win at scrabble...or perhaps 3-D virtual Scrabble:
methionylglutaminylarginyltyrosylglutamylserylleucylphenylalany
lalanylglutaminylleucyllysylglutamylarginyllysyglutamylglycylal
anylphenylalanylvalylproylphenylalanylalythreonylleucylglycylas
partylprolylglycylisoleucylglutamylglutaminylserylleucyllysylis
oleucylaspartylthreonylleucylisoleucylglutamylalanylglycylalany
laspartylalanylleucylglutamylleucylglycylisoleucylprolylphenyla
lanylserylaspartylprolylleucylalanylaspartylglycylprolylthreony
lisoleucylglutaminylasparaginylalanylthreonylleucylarginylalany
lphenylalanylalanylalanyglycyvalylthreonylprolylalanylglutiminy
lcysteinylphenylalanylglutamylmethionylleucylalanylleucylisoleu
cylarginylglutaminyllysyhistidylprolylthreonylisoleucylprolylis
oleucylglycylleucylleucylmethionyltyrosylalanylasparaginylleucy
lvalylphenylalanylasparaginyllysylglycylisoleucylaspartylglutam
ylphenylalanyltyrosylalanylglutaninylcysteinylglutamyllysylvaly
lglycylvalylaspartylserylvalylleucylvalylalanylaspartylvalylpro
lylvalylglutaminylglutamylserylalanylprolyphenylalanylarginylgl
utaminylalanylalanylleucylarginylhistidylasparaginylvalylalanyl
prolylisoleucylphenylalanylisoleucylcysteinylprolylprolylaspart
ylalanylaspartylaspartylaspartylleucylleucylarginylglutaminylis
oleucylalanylseryltrosylglycylarginylglycyltyrosylthreonyltyros
ylleucylleucylserylarginylalalanylglycylvalylthreonylglycylalan
ylglutamylasparaginylarginylalanylalanylleucylprolylleucylaspar
aginylhistidylleucylvalylalanyllysylleucyllysylglutamyltyrosyla
sparginylalanylalanylprolylprolylleucylglutaminylglycylphenylal
anylglycylisoleucylserylalanylprolylaspartylglutaminylvalyllysy
lalanylalanylisoleucylaspartylalanylglycylalanylalanylglycylala
nylisoleucylserylglycylserylalanylisoleucylvalyllysylisoleucyli
soleucylglutamylglutaminylhistidylasparaginylisoleucylglutamylp
rolylglutamyllysylmethionylleucylalanylalanylleucyllysylvalylph
enylalanylvalylglutaminylprolylmethionyllysylalanylalanylthreon
ylarginylserine
It's the chemical name for C1289H2051N375S8.
And it's probably in those new colored M&M's all the voting is about.
The battle of the house continues:
I've been staying with my father for a few months, and I brought my cats with me. Now before I describe the situation with his dog and now this drama is playing out, let me introduce my boys:
Mister Bubble:
La Fou:
..there's more, but this isn't really about them so much as the dynamic of these two when a small dog is thrown into the mix. And may I add, a spoiled-rotten, attention hound of a bitch if there ever was one. So cute it should be illegal, so hyper she could be an alternative energy source, and so baffled by the presence of two cats that couldn't bewilder her more if you shaved her down and replaced her tail with a feather duster. Her name, a black and white poodle/lhasa apso mix, is Cookie.
Cookie has these chew toys, hide bones really, that she'll chew on for hours....much to the entertainment of the boys. They watch her do this the way a vegetarian would watch someone eat monkey brains...revolted, but fascinated at the same time; unable to relate in any way, but also unable to look away. Now Cookie thinks they are, in some way, lusting after her prized possessions, these slimy, disgusting hide strips. The latest battle is for the boys to try to make it through the living room, littered with half-chewed bones (we put them up, but she'll get each one of them out and soon you have an obstacle course) without her seeing them. But every once in a while, they can't help it, they'll stop and sniff at one of the bones. Cookie, if she sees them, will jump down to defend her prize and charge one of them; causing one of two reactions:
Now, just when you thought the rules were in place, and the lines were drawn; someone shakes the Yahtzee cup and everything changes. Now the competition is...yours truly. I'm sitting on the couch, minding my own business, and after a while, as usual, I have two cats lounging on me in various positions. This is ok until I begin to actively *pet* one of them and Cookie sees it. She literally cannot STAND this! She will crawl into this nest of claws on my chest, and attempt to settle right in front of my face to make sure SHE is closer to me than the other two.
Now normally, if I just stay still, all is fine. But Fou can't stand it because the dog's tail is wagging...did I mention that Fou never did outgrow kitten-dom? This is a disaster waiting to happen, and all on MY chest.
So now, how long I'm able to watch tv revolves around how many animals are in my general vicinity..how much of a book I can finish is directly related to the jealousy of a dog. sigh, t
I know, but I have a good excuse. But rather than bore everyone with that, consider this:
At what point does helping become a crutch? Where do you draw the line? As an example, how about this situation; some of what I do is network consulting, and specializing now in wireless consulting of the same. A customer is having problems with his wireless network, but HE'S the network administrator. The only reason he's in touch with me is for help with a product my company sells. But, and here's the kicker, in order to *convince* him that the problem does not lie in our hardware, I basically have to do his troubleshooting job for him. Now, me personally, this stuff is great fun. I don't mind it at all...like a puppy with chew toy. But from the company's perspective, this is money spent doing the customer's job for them...in many different circles this is something they would have to pay for, and it ain't cheap.
Or, perhaps something a bit more personal. A friend needs help in several different ways. Let's say it's a life crisis that has taken their job from them and split up the family. Now the emotional help is one thing...friends do that for one another (you always gotta have someone to bitch to...them's the rules), but when that gets to writing resume's, helping pay the bills because they no longer have a checking account and they give you the money to pay them, getting them a car and helping them keep it running because they know NOTHING about vehicles...you get the idea. It can become a way of life after a while, and in some cases, you don't even notice it happening until you look up one day and *your* bills are late, *your* car needs work, and *your* resume is moldy.
In other words, when does help become crutch become patsy? I kind of answered my own question in the last of that previous paragraph, but does it have to go that far before it can be described as 'too far' or 'too much'?
Yesireee, only into his fourth day, and Zane's amazing procrastination skills come to the surface. No entry for yesterday; so this will also be an attempt to inflict some discipline on myself as well...without the rashes or abrasions one normally associates with such things, of course.
I realize that genital piercing is, at some level, an attempt at self-expression or even a stab at individuality of a kind. Now myself personally...I don't see metal threaded through the tender fleshy parts of one's body as being anything but some kind of answer to a twisted, alcohol-induced dare. But that's just me.
Zane's tips on being original:
Pretty soon, everyone you know will not be able to think of a SINGLE person that is like you...and you won't have to get anything pierced.
Why are they called Tugboats when I have not, as of yet, EVER seen them pulling anything but a wake of gulls? They always seem to be pushing, even barges. Don’t get me wrong, I’m quite sure they CAN tug and more than likely do when I’m not around. But it’s a bit like saying you’re ‘surfing the net’ when in actuality, you’d be ‘tangled in the net’…
I only bring this up because it was the last thing going through my mind as we were leaving the bay. We were going deep sea fishing and I was…*there*. It was early. And I mean ‘Oh-dark-thirty’ kind of early…the sky was just getting some morning color to it and all was right with the world for now. Then as soon as we hit the
Eric wants to go fishing in the bay in his boat, and it’s getting to be that time of year. I dunno, I may have to stick with my dad this year and just concentrate on terrorizing the fish in the lakes around here until I can talk to my doctor and he can convince me that this new prescription is going to work. I told him I’d either bring him back a fish, or a bag-o-seasick, so he’d better be right…urp doesn’t garnish well, even with baby truffles and a spritz of lemon…at least not as well as amberjack.
Up late again..is it just me or is anyone else embarassed about what comes on the airwaves during late night? Other countries, cultures, nations must see us as a very self-absorbed and petty society when viewed through the hail of infomercial content.
A discussion I had with Leah tonight brings up another point about people. Is it better to not be able to be alone, or to make it alone and choose not to be alone? I suppose it's kind of like asking if staying in a difficult relationship shows strength, or weakness; or if turning over control of a relationship to another person is a product of self-confidence (and confidence in that person), or an apathetic or non-commital attitude. In both cases, I've found, it can be both...it all depends on where you're seeing from and from where it stems. There are times when, to keep my own sanity, I have to fight *against* optimism; does that make me too trusting..too naive..too, I dunno, sadly clueless about the world in general. I wonder..
So I’m driving into work this morning completely oblivious to the fact that I’m an hour late because of daylight savings time and perhaps feeling a bit more responsible than usual because I actually thought I left 30 min earlier because of this RAIN! I think the correct
Reasons she needs to have her tubes tied:
*[mentally thumbing through the Constitution] no they don’t you waste of oxygen.
Feel free to add your own..mine seem to be getting longer with each entry…
It’s been almost a year and a half now; the earth is still spinning, stocks, tides, and foreign relations still rise and fall. The future is still just as uncertain, the past still as poignant and painful, and the present still as mundane and bewildering at times as it ever was. Almost like she’s not gone…almost. I thank God/ Buddha/ Allah/ Bill Gates every day that I can still hear her say…in my head…clear as day…’Hello Dahl’in’ when I’d come over for breakfast. I can still feel her eyes on me when I’m pontificating something particularly ridiculous that really needs that look of ‘you are SO full of shit’ cast upon it in order to distill any useful information, if there *is* any. Unfortunately, I can still hear, clear as day…’..I think your mother has passed away..’ in voice so full of pain and disbelief…uncertainty and panic that surely that couldn’t have been MY father on the other end of the phone…and the feel of her forehead under my hand; growing cold no matter how all-consuming my will to not let it be so grew.
And the phone calls…oh my God the phone calls. I hope, dear reader, that you never have to tell your brother or sister that your mother…or father…is dead. “Hey little brother…I know it’s
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