PyratePhil

That's why I told you - become a monk - well, nun in your case... "Sister Christine, oh your time has come..." We monks have it made - no human contact, no parties, no travelling...

Oh, (wiping tear away) thanks Jack - I needed that.

Just don't take it along with aspirin or any other blood-thinning compounds, or you'll bleed out. Also, be careful the first time you use it - watch for sores or rashes around your mouth. A small percentage of people have adverse reactions to the leaf itself, or decoctions made from it.

So are you saying she was "asking for it"?

Even though they've been dragged kicking and screaming into the Western way of doing things, most Asians still have very deep roots in their past - think honor, respect, and morality. It's only when the decadent West influences their kids do they lose control.

Stupid people... Why don't the parents leave the ankle-biters home where they'd RATHER be, with their X-Boxes and air conditioning?...

ANAHEIM AP Exclusive "Disneyitus", a newly-discovered disease, is sweeping the West coast and is thought to be headed for the Orlando, Florida area within weeks. The disease exhibits several stages of symptomatic growth: 1. Your hands begin to swell and become pure white 2. Your ears begin to darken and become more pronounced 3. Your tailbone elongates. 4. You begin to respond when someone yells, "Hey, it's Steamboat Willie!" Although there are at present no cures, Dr. Goofy of Disneyland recommends washing your hands constantly when at the park, avoiding all small children, and wearing a charcoal-cannister respirator.

Might not be making it this weekend after all - depends how my son is doing, how the weather is (they're saying storms) and how my move goes. *sigh*

Just trying to save Ms. Weasel from wasting her time... And, if you're surrounded by women while you're saying it, it doesn't really hold water, does it now? As I said (and now say) it, I'm surrounded by library patrons of a decidedly male pursuasion, and one lady who is about 78 years old. ...and I might be a bottom-feeder, but I'm not THAT low.

Sorry, M'lady... With all due respect, I've been worked on by the best in the field, and they failed miserably. "Let steeping monks lie..."

Sorry, ladies - Saturday's a big work day for me, and I don't have enough pieces of eight to blow it off. Maybe we'll meet up somewhere else sometime...

For what it's worth, my boys and I will probably be there Sunday. WARNING: Since I'm in "monk mode" if you see me and say "HI" and I just grunt, please don't get upset - it's nothing personal - just a phase I'm going through.

A nice fresh block of Havarta cheese and some Carr's wafers...red grapes...and two kiwis.

Actually, Rumba, although I understand and thank you for the caring and thought behind your suggestion, to me, that would be a true death sentence. Being who and what I am, moles and all, is FAR more important than using synthesized meds to feel "good". I'd MUCH rather feel real pain than induced pleasure. And, maybe I ENJOY being a bitch... But that's just me - glad it works so well for you!

phallic

Ah, the human car-wash, yes... "Good" can be SUCH a subjective term... Oh, I could very easily deny that it's true, but then Diego would yell at me again. But thanks for the thought.

Thanks, all.

Dean Martin

Ooh, ohh, no, wait, my turn... Let's see - 2 suicides (brother and uncle), one death by a drunken driver (sister) and father died one month after (I was 12), both brothers dead before they hit their late 40's... I threw out a 15-year marriage. I've gone from living and working prosperously in such "real" cities as NYC and LA to a slimey little hole-in-the-wall in PA where the biggest thrill is to drink beer and cruise in your 1978 F-150 while the kids crawl around in the back, and if you're REALLY lucky, you get some jerky to gnaw on while you watch the latest live-action wrestling match. I'm 47 years old, have made no mark in the world and probably never will, have a severe manic-depressive affliction as well as hair loss issues and a penchant for serving as a target for every manipulative woman in the county. My cat uses me as a scratching post, so my arms and legs are covered with bloody wounds... Oh...and I can't find my new pair of socks...they were around here SOMEwhere... Yer turn...

What's the next step? Heh, heh... Fine education and learning? I'd give it all back for a real life. All the diplomas and certificates in the world don't feed your body or soul. And perhaps the very act of constant change - of things passing rapidly into memory - is what I desire. Life is balanced by its counterpart, and we shouldn't fear one or the other - we merely grow tired of them.

The very essence of the Tao teaches us that we are less than cow droppings, so why pretend to be anything higher? "Gone by the board"..."Life isn't easy"..."Cards dealt to you"..."Count blessings"...with all due respect, M'lady, these are merely worn-out truisms - they might have been true once, but not for everyone, and certainly not for every occasion. Life isn't testing me - I failed a long time ago - this is just the Summer School of Hell, and I'm handcuffed to the Desk of Misbegotten Memories while the Demons of What Could Have Been torture me with their pointed witticisms.

Life bites the big one and all life forms must die.

Chlorettes

Beanie and Cecil

Miss you too, luv Hope yer havin' fun - and watch out for those terrifying rides at D-Land if you go - did you know that last year alone, 27 people lost their lives on the Pyrate ride?!?