Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.: September 2003

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Wow, this is pretty hard to believe. Last night on CNN they said that in a recent nationwide survey they found that 60% of women, and 45% of men have not had sex in the last six months. They didn't say how many people were polled though, so I don't know how representative of the entire population this really is. It's been a year and a half for me.

I have a busy day Thursday. I finally called the doctor, and now I have an appointment for 9:30 Thursday morning. Then I have my interview at the prison at 1:45, and then later I'm going to the movies with Alicia. We're going to see Matchstick Men. There's a lot of movies out or coming out that I want to see. House of the Dead, Kill Bill, Lost in Translation.

Alicia brought her dog through drive-thru tonight. That dog is hilarious. It's so fat and meaty. Alicia was showing me how protective of her it is. She said "Act like you're going to hit me." I did, and the dog growled at me. It kinda acted like it was scared of me tonight though.

Well, that's really all I have to write about tonight.

This is funny, from Rebecca. I like her blog, it's funny, and sometimes has lesbian stories. She's funny, you should go check it out.

While driving to work this morning I had another fantasy about what I should be doing with my life, only this time it doesn't involve driving a cab or such nonsense. This is a good one. Seriously. Okay, let's say Im walking down the street, right? And then some recruiter from some super secret spy agency comes over and says "You. You are the one." Yeah, me. So okay, I hear the shizzle about the plan Stan and it's all about me being a spy in Europe and shit, right? Shut up, this could happen. I look very European, particularly French, I could totally pass as a local over there, and actually have, except my four years of high school French didn't help much with my sentences or anything, but Im getting to that. So, spy dude takes me under his wing and I am sequestered for a year, learning fluent French, Spanish, Italian, and whatnot, and also I get schooled in some kick ass martial arts and get this rock hard body, instead of my bony somewhat muscular present body, and voila! A spy. With cool weapons strapped to my upper thighs with garter belts. And I'd wear a lot of black clothes and look tres chic, non? Oui. And then I would be all charming with the bad people and have to kick their asses and stuff when they found me out. Yeah. Hmm, thinking about this now, it sounds so familiar, like it's a movie or a tv show. Do you think? Huh. Sounded cool, anyway. Maybe I could just get a motorcycle and a broken in leather jacket and slick my hair back and wear white t-shirts all the time and live over Mr. and Mrs. C's garage and date lots of chicks. That would be cool, too. Or maybe I could be the tiny sidekick to Retardo Montleban on some funky island where fantasies come true and wear a little white outfit all the time, only mine would have lots of stains on it. Or maybe I could live on a street where puppets talk and shit. That would scare the fuck out of me. Fucking talking puppets? Shit, Im scaring myself right now. Nah, spy that's what I should be.


I also thought this was really funny, also from her page.

Mmm coffee from five hours ago. Tasty like a rock, like a rock of ages.

Monday, September 29, 2003

Oh, I forgot to mention something in my last post. I've finally decided that I am going to go to the doctor and get some Zoloft for my social anxiety thing. I'm going to try it, at least for a while. I keep forgetting to make an appointment though. I meant to call the other day, so maybe I could've gotten an appointment for today, since I was off work. I was hoping to be on the medication before I had to go in for my job interview Thursday, so I wouldn't be so nervous, and maybe I'd make a better impression. I never did call though, so I was going to call today, and try to get an appointment for Thursday, since I'm off work that day too, but I forgot again. I'll try to remember to call in the morning. I want to get an appointment set up as soon as possible.

My Chatterbox is developing quite an interesting cast of characters. Richard Simmons, Tinky Winky, the Hamster. I should let one of them write a guest post on my blog or something.

Last night at work I discovered a very interesting dollar bill in my drawer. Around the edge of the front of the bill someone has written, "Janet Cartwrigt is fucking whore ass bitch!" Whoever did this has terrible spelling and grammar. On the back of the bill, right across the middle, is, "Janet is a bitch!" Possibly the most interesting thing about these messages is that, judging by the handwriting, I'd say this was probably written by a girl, and not an ex-boyfriend or something. The handwriting looks very girly, there's like loops on the J's and G's and B's. I'm going to scan the bill in. I probably won't post it here, at least not yet, but I am going to submit it to Bangedup.com, they may put it up on their site.

This is really weird: Today I went to Christie's Toybox to get a couple of new porno magazines, and there was this one three-pack of magazines that came with a free pair of panties. They weren't supposedly used by the models or anything, they were new panties. White panties with little red hearts on them. They were wrapped around the magazines and the whole thing was wrapped in plastic, as porno magazines usually are. This seemed very strange to me. I guess some guys just want a pair of panties laying around the house, or maybe the guy's a crossdresser and wants to wear them. Or maybe they think if they give them to their girlfriends or wives they wont mind them buying the porn. I don't know. The magazines they were packaged with weren't any kind of weird fetish magazine or anything, it was just a straightforward sex mag. And no, I didn't buy them. I did buy a couple of magazines, but they didn't come with free panties or anything like that.

Today's been a pretty boring day. It's also gone by really quick. I had to get up early today because I had to drive all the way down to USAO in Chickasha to get a copy of my college transcript for my prison guard job interview. At least it was cold and rainy today, that made driving all that way cool. Then I came home and filled out my applications for the job thing, and then I went to the city and went to Christie's Toybox, as stated previously. I hardly got any sleep last night, so I'm really tired today. I only slept about 4 and a half hours. It was some time after 4:00 in the morning before I went to sleep, and then I got up at 9:00

I got an email today saying that the poster I ordered had finally shipped. About a week after I ordered it. It shoulda been here by now, according to the website. They say they usually ship within 24 hours, and delivery time takes from five to seven days, I think it was.

I just saw the stupidest commercial on TV. I thought it was a joke at first, but it wasn't. Mattel just commited suicide. They are now attempting to sell "Secret Spells Barbie." Basically it was Wicca Barbie. This woman says "In a secret location, on a secret night, three girls get together to create secret spells. Spells for luck, for money, and even love." And there's these dolls of Barbie and her friends and they're wearing gowns and stuff, and they come with little cauldrons and everything. They are going to get boycotted for sure for this.

Here's a link Chris sent me earlier: Prawnography.net -- Where Prawn Goes Porn Funny site, but some of the animated graphics are messed up.

I want a copy of this video game, it's Chiller, the most senselessly violent and bloody game ever made. And it was made back in 1986. This article comes from retroCRUSH, which is a pretty cool website.

Nude-Anon -- I Think I Know Her! "It's really a pretty simple idea... You want to take nude pics of your girlfriend/wife/whatever, but she's afraid "someone we know will see it on the web." She's right. That's why you should make it anonymous. Just take the picture from the neck down, or have her wear a mask, you get the idea..."

Skins.be -- Hot Model & Celebrity Wallpapers -- FREE! This is a great site that I've been spending a lot of time at lately. Lots of really hot pictures. They also have nude pictures. Mmmm, naked photos of Carmen Electra.

Well, I was done, but Melissa just sent me this: Subliminal Pictures and Messages on Vending Machines This is cool, I wish they had more pictures up.

Ok, I'm tired. I've been working on this post for over four hours because I kept stopping to look at all these web pages. And so now I leave you with a quote.

"I went to confession the other day. I said, 'You first.'" -- Dennis Miller

If you donate $2 to Flooble they put a link to your site up on their site. They show five at a time, and your link will be up there until it is pushed off the list by new links. Which can take some time apparently, because the same five links have been up there since I found out about Flooble a couple of weeks ago. This makes it a very cheap advertisment for your site, which has the potential to be seen by lots of people. So today I donated $2. The guy who reviews the links is really quick at his job, because just about 15 minutes later I got this e-mail:

"Thanks for the donation - I added your link. (Your site name proved a bit
too long for the sidebar, so I used your name instead - if you prefer some
shorter version of your site's name, let me know)"

He then went on to say this:

"I also noticed in your chatterbox that you did not approve of the way
avatar posts are being designated. Would it be helpful if you were able to
pick the way in which they are?"

Who says bitching and whining never accomplished anything?

FUCK! I'd been working on this post for over two hours, and then my browser fucked up and quit, and I lost my post and the 6 other windows I had open to various websites that I was researching to create this post! Now I'm going to have to do it all over again! Ok, here we go. There's lots of links and stories tonight.

Last night at work we were really slow. Until about 8:30, that is, when about 30 people suddenly came in. They had all been to some game or something. All the people were standing around in the lobby, waiting in line to have their orders taken, and I got an order in drive-thru for a cup of coffee. The coffee pot is also in the lobby, so I had to go out and make my way through all the people to get to it. As I was walking by this teenage girl, this boy, probably about 14 or so, who was also walking by her on the other side, hit her on the ass with his empty cup. You know that trick where you tap someone on the shoulder, but you tap the other shoulder, so they look the wrong way? He did something like that, he was on her right side, but he hit her left ass cheek, so she looked to the left, where I was, with a coffee cup. I thought I was gonna get slapped or something, but she didn't say or do anything. She just looked at me for a second. I don't know if she figured out what happened, or what.

I was downloading some internet porn last night, and when I played one of the little videos, I found that the girl featured in the video looks exactly like my cousin. It looks so much like her it could be her, when she speaks it even sounds kind of like her. I hope it isn't her, that would be gross. I deleted the video just to be safe.

Here's a poster I ordered the other day from Allposters.com. Pink Floyd - Back Catalogue. This poster combines two of my favorite things, Pink Floyd, and the female body. Those are all Pink Floyd album covers painted on their backs. I like the redhead with the Wish You Were Here album cover on her back. I ordered this thing about a week ago, and, despite the web site's claims that they ship within 24 hours, they still haven't even shipped it out yet.

Here are some interesting articles I've found on some very good blogs recently.

Ryan McGee writes about relationships:

"Ryan, what if I can't tell if we're really flirting or just faux flirting?"

If you're at wit's end on how to tell the two types of flirting apart, you can always interrupt him mid-flirt and say, "Look,
either lick me right now or let's put this crap behind us." Licking is an underrated solution to most problems.

"What are the top 5 signs we have gone from simply platonic to perhaps tongue-wrestling compatriots?"

Right, the incredibly awkward, difficult-to-navigate middle ground between friendship and lust buddies. It's a bit like playing
chicken, only in this case, you only wish you were moments from a fiery death.

He develops a sudden interest that you two previously did not share. (And no, he doesn't really like it. That's a teen
romantic comedy movie myth. He under no circumstances likes the Lifetime Network.)

"Why do girls like taken men?"

Women want guys who are taken for two reasons. One, most women can't stand to see another woman happy. Plain and
simple. I can't figure it out, but there you have it. Women who are lucky enough to find a good guy protect them like gold
in Ft. Knox. In my dating days, I knew when I would be going to place that had hot women before I even got there,
because my girlfriend would suddenly wear a smoking outfit. She was establishing territory. 2,000 years ago, she would
have flat out peed on me before we left. Evolution has only changed the methods, not the rules


Tony Pierce gives advice on how to win with a blog.

heres how to win when you blog:

blog.

write all the time. i say write every day. i actually say write many times a day, but write. write when youre bored, write
when youre inspired, write when youre tired, write after you 69ed a girl for a half hour and then flipped over and banged
for a half hour more. write about not getting any, write about getting more that you deserve, write about sports, write
about politics, write about your car, your cat, your dog, the shit between your toes, write about the shit between your toes
that smells like your dog.

snipers will take their dumb little shots, but thats when you know youve made it.

another way to know is if you see your name on blogger.com as a blog of note, but beware because that will just ring the
comeandgetit bell for all the losers to come and get jealous. which can become tiresome.


From The Sneeze (A hilarious blog, this guy kinda reminds me of Dave Barry)

Tepid Girl on Girl Action

Late the other night I was flicking around the cable dial looking for a good documentary or foreign film, so of course I went straight to Cinemax. But wouldn't you know it, they were right in the middle of a lesbian sex scene. Darn the luck!

Normally this would be swell news, but I couldn't help noticing that the two girls in the scene looked like they really didn't want to be there. Everything they were doing was tentative and forced.

They seemed kind of sad, like they were almost about to cry, and it gave a degrading air to the entire thing that made me feel gross. It just seemed so wrong. Wrong because I pay good money for Cinemax! C'mon girls, who wants to see half-assed lesbians?

Dont get me wrong, I watched the rest of the movie, but what has happened to the work ethic in this country? What happened to taking pride in your craft? Whether you're about to do some girl on camera, or you're about to weld a backseat into a Ford Taurus, or you're trying to find the gene that causes male pattern baldness (by the way, step up the pace on that one) you owe it to your country and yourself to give it 110%

So to all of you reading this who are just now about to do a cheap lesbian sex scene to pay your rent: You march right in there and you lick that girl like you mean it, or at the very least pretend to. If that's not your cup of tea, then how about a good ol' fashioned nipplefight?

Okay, I don't even know what that is, but I'm pretty sure I'd love it. Nipplefight. It sounds really cool. If you get the chance to throw it around in casual conversation, or during your next meeting at work, I'd appreciate it. Maybe something like "If we get audited this year, the gals in accounting are in for a real nipplefight." I'd really like to see it catch on, so at least something good can come from all of this. USA #1!


Here are some more links, besides the ones above:

makeoutcity.com A cool blog with loads of content, and many, many links to other blogs.

Strangeways Here I Come Another interesting blog.

The following links contain adult content and should not be viewed at work:

Fucking Machines Some really weird machines created to fuck women. Complicated pieces of machinery with dildos strapped to them. You have to join to see full-size pictures of most of the good porn, but you can still see some good-sized thumbnails. The most interesting part though (for me, anyway) are the pictures and descriptions of the various machines. Gives complex technical data, such as depth of stroke and strokes per minute.

Fleshlight The #1 Best Selling Masturbation Adult SexToy. This is a pretty weird sex toy.

Ok, I think that's about it for now. In all it took me about three hours to write this post.

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Ok, so the other night me and Alicia went to see Underworld. The movie sucked. It may be the number one movie right now, but I didn't like it. It was too long and boring. It had a few good parts, but most of it was boring and stupid. The werewolves looked horrible too. And the vampire were too wimpy. The main character vampire almost died in a stupid car accident. What kind of vampire dies in a car wreck? She didn't die, but she was unconscious for quite some time, and would've died if the human hadn't saved her from drowning. The plot was needlessly complex, well, not really complex, but they didn't come out and tell you what the plot was until the movie was almost over. They just kept hinting at things, and you never really knew what was going on until about 3/4s of the way through the movie.

I still had fun, but that was just the being with Alicia fun, the movie sucked, and kinda put me in a bad mood.

Here's some links:

Bookmarkmania A blog that is nothing but links to other sites. Usually has a few pretty good ones.

What Really Happened

Greg's Digital Archive Anyone who has any brains at all knows that all those beautiful women in ads and magazines and stuff are heavily airbrushed and run through computers, the end product being something that looks nothing like the real woman, or pretty much any woman in existence. Well, the owner of this website is one of the people that does this to the pictures, and he has collected some before and after sets. First you see the finished product (for that is what she is, a product), but roll your mouse over the picture and see the real woman. The woman in this example looks incredibly beautiful after all the processing, but the real woman is actually somewhat ugly. They shave about 20 pounds off of her, almost completely change the color of her skin and eyes, give her a completely new belly button, take off about half her chin and completely change the shape of her face and get rid of the hollows in her cheeks and the bags under her eyes, smooth her skin, and enlarge her breasts. And this is what people base their standards of beauty on, something that doesn't even exist in real life, like Barbie. No wonder all the girls and women are so fucked up in the heads anymore. Don't take that the wrong way, I'm not bad mouthing women, but most of them, especially the teenage girls, are pretty messed up anymore. I think the so called beauty magazines and teen girl magazines, things like Cosmo, and Seventeen and all those are the most evil things in the world, and should be banned. They are responsible for everything that is wrong with young women. They also encourage the sexification of young girls, these 12 and 13 year old girls going around wearing sexy clothing and too much make-up, looking like Britney Spears and Christina Aquilera. Most people blame them for making the girls that way, but they probably wouldn't look like that themselves if it wasn't for these magazines and stuff.

Ok, I could rant about this for hours, from here I could go into teen sex and kids having kids, but I'm going to stop myself here. This is an issue I feel very strongly about though. These magazines, and the fashion and music industries must be stopped.

Friday, September 26, 2003

Underworld sucked. That is all, I don't feel like writing anything more right now.

Thursday, September 25, 2003


I am Tinky Winky. Prepare all asses for vicious entry.






And if that doesn't scare you, this will...

Wow, my Blog's had 45 hits since yesterday. It hasn't been getting as many hits the last week or two. I shouldn't get excited though, most of the hits are probably from those freaks down there on my Chatterbox.

Me and Alicia are going to go see Underworld later. It's gonna be cool.

I just got a haircut, and they didn't shave the back of my neck very well, so it's all prickly now, and irritating.

Today is my sister's birthday. She's 13 now. She's a teenager. Why do I feel a vague sense of dread about that? I didn't get her anything. Not yet anyway. I don't know what to get her.

Why am I suddenly obsessed with the song Sister Christian? I downloaded it last night, and I've listened to it five times already today. The only reason I've ever even heard of that song is because it's one of the songs that plays on the radio when you're driving around in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.

Motoring
What's your price for flight
You've got him in your sight
And driving thru the night
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

From Saturday Night Live news:

"A new survey has found that only 25% percent of men kiss their wives goodbye when leaving the house. However, 99% of men kiss their house goodbye when leaving their wife."

From today's "Shoe" comic strip:

"What does your wife want for her birthday this year?" "Sigh. A divorce. But I don't really want to spend that much."

There's a story in the Daily Oklahoman today about all the things Oklahomans have invented. I've heard many of these before, but they claim an Oklahoma invented the personal computer, I've never heard of that before, and I don't know if I believe it. Anyway, here are some highlights from the article.

More than 18,000 patents have been awarded to Oklahoma residents and companies since 1975. The U.S. Patent Office has awarded more than 1,700 patents to Oklahomans in the past two years.

The shopping cart, personal computer, parking meter, auto-pilot, car sun visor, glove compartment and the compact disc changer were all invented by Oklahomans. The number of innovations grows by hundreds each year with recent additions such as the brick mailbox "flip-flag," the automatic garage door timer and cutting edge computer software.

While many people aren't aware of the Sooner State's contribution, the long list of inventions shouldn't be a surprise. After all, Oklahomans can fix almost anything with a roll of baling wire, crazy glue, and duct tape.

The First patent awarded to anyone living in what would become Oklahoma -- that historians have been able to find -- was in 1880, when the area was still Indian Territory. It was filed Dec. 11, 1880, and awarded to Charles Hutchins of Fort Gibson and James Standly of Toboxie County, Choctaw Territory. The patent was for a Hame-Fastener, which is a piece of equipment used with draft horses.

The first patent issued to an Oklahoma Territory resident was filed Aug. 6, 1889, by Gordon Keeney of Kingfisher. The patent was for a "Fender for Wheeled Vehicles." In this case, the wheel was on a wagon, not an automobile.

Hutchins, Standly and Keeney have since been followed by problem-solving Oklahomans whose inventions typically come from personal need.

Sylvan Goldman, who came to Oklahoma during the first land run, designed and manufactured the shopping cart to give customers at his grocery stores a larger basket to carry more food.

Aviator Wiley Post designed the world's first pressurized flying suit so he could fly at a higher altitude and take advantage of the faster wind that became known as the jet stream.

Carl Magee, a member of the Oklahoma City Chamber of Commerce at the time, thought of and helped design the parking meter to ease the growing parking problems downtown.

Edward Roberts, now recognized as the father of the personal computer, designed the desktop machine because he needed a product that would save his calculator business from going under. He based his idea on a policy at Oklahoma State University, where he was a student, that allowed people access to the mainframe computer. His invention drew offers from hundreds of software designers trying to break into the business. Roberts and his partners at Micro Instrumentation Telemetry Systems were so overwhelmed by the offers, they decided to work with the first person who showed up with operating software. The first fledgling designer to make the trip was a young man named Bill Gates. Robert went on to help design the laptop computer while at Pertec, but left the company to become a small-town doctor in Georgia after Pertec executives said they didn't foresee any potential for the new laptop design.

Ok, that's all of the article that's worth typing up.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

It's Teletubby time! Wait, no it's not! Damn those Teletubbies! Always coming in here and trying to take over! They're just jealous! Yeah, that's right, the Teletubbies are jealous of my blog! Especially that bastard Laa-Laa! He's always after me frosted Lucky Charms! He wants their frosted goodness all for himself! But I says Fuck You! Fuck you Laa-Laa! Fuck you, Tinky-Winky! Fuck you Dipsy! And especially you, Po, FUCK YOU! And don't think I forgot you, Noo Noo, you fucking Vacuum Cleaner, you suck! Get it? Vacuum? Suck? HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I know what you and Tinky-Winky do together late at night, Noo Noo. I heard that nozzle of yours can be used for sucking more than dirt and dust and Tubby Toast crumbs. You disgust me! You and all your evil friends! And then there's that fucking baby head floating in the sky! What the hell is up with that! That scares the shit out of me! You call yourself a children's show? You're traumatizing our children you sick, disgusting, perverted, evil, Satan worshipping, bong smoking, turd-burgling, ass fondling, toad licking, weasel shaving, porcupine gargling, stick sniffing, chihuahua fondling, beach blanket bingo playing, lizard lifting, N*Sync listening, poodle popping, Richard Simmons look-a-like dating, child molesting, Godzilla stomping, demon summoning, snuff porn making, oatmeal stuffing, fart eating, ass reaming, buffalo frenching, gnome fondling, anal jogging, frog flogging, Rhino tossing, chicken fishing, fecal surfing, unbalanced checkbook having, slug smuggling, banana cramming, crotch hopping, ass whistling, Goat smoking, snot whipping, pickle tickling, Pope squeezing, nugget brandishing, Love Boating, nun polishing, list making, butt snuffling BASTARDS! And stay away from my goddamn Lucky Charms!

And, no, I'm not on drugs. But perhaps I should be.

The other night I was watching one of the old 1970's Saturday Night Live episodes, which were 1000 times funnier than the new show, and they were doing a spoof of the movie Omen in which John Belushi was a rather large Damien. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. First the nanny hung herself she was so afraid of Damien, then a new nanny showed up who had fangs, and a stuffed dead dog named Stuffy. The Dead nanny hung there the rest of the time, while the evil fanged nanny gave Damien dog treats to calm him. The funniest part though came when Damien's father told Damien's mother "I'm going with the priest, you stay here with dead nanny, live nanny, Stuffy the Devil Dog and Big Satan Baby or whatever his name is..."

Another funny quote: Today I was talking to Melissa and she was talking about a girl who according to Melissa, "has this huge gap in between her teeth that you could fit a squirrel in."

And now I'm going to bed, because it's 1:00.

Monday, September 22, 2003

The Asian Age - News Worldwide

This is really weird. Up to half the population of Britain, and even more in France, have a personality changing brain parasite that comes from cats. I can't believe this story is true, but I've found it on several news sites.

And here's a related story: Orlando Sentinel: Lake County News

Hamster!

Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen? That's the infamous cute and weird hamster picture that Alicia drew. I hope the link works, for some reason I have trouble linking to things in my Geocities account, sometimes it doesn't work.

Another boring day off. I went to Hasting and bought the CD The Division Bell by Pink Floyd. I also bought a Dark Side of the Moon cloth poster, which can be found on this web page. www.lpgi.com. It's pretty cool. But I wonder if it can be ironed to get the wrinkles out. It says it can be washed. Maybe that would help a little.

My parents are trying to talk me into getting some Zoloft again. They said that I have to do something, I'm gonna have to take them at least for a little while, at least until I am able to get a good job or something. They said that if I went to the doctor they'd even pay for the pills. I'm gonna have to I guess. I'm getting worse. The last couple of times I've went somewhere I've gotten even more nervous and embarrassed than usual. The last couple of times I've went to a store I've almost passed out while waiting in line at the checkout. I get so nervous my face turns red and starts to hurt, and then actually goes numb, and by the time I leave the store my eyes are all red and bloodshot.

Speaking of getting a better job, I got some mail today from the prison, they're hiring again, and I can come in for another interview. I have to fill out all the forms again though. Maybe I'll get the job this time though. I hope so, because I'm really wanting to move out and get my own place.

Well, I'm gonna try to find something to do now. Maybe I'll watch a movie or something. But it seems like there was something else I wanted to write about. Maybe I'll think of it later.

Sunday, September 21, 2003

Well, work wasn't too bad tonight. It was pretty slow, and I got off early. The new girl, Sarah, seems like she is a good worker, except that when she and Adam were on break, they went and smoked pot. I think they did the same thing last night. Daniel, the manager knew it, but he said there's nothing he can do about it, because they were off the clock when they did it.

Tonight a guy came through drive-thru and had a tattoo of a couple of hearts with what I assume were his children's names on them. Apparently the guy named all his kids after ex-presidents. The names were Kennedy and Reagan, except they were spelled "Kennedi" and "Raigan."

Speaking of presidents, check this weird story out. There's some stupid people working at this store.

A $200 Bill With the Face of George W. Bush?
The Associated Press

ROANOKE RAPIDS, N.C. - Police are searching for a man who paid for $150 in groceries at a Food Lion grocery store with a $200 bill.

The man walked out of the store with his groceries and $50 in change before the fake bill was discovered Sept. 6.

The bogus bill - the U.S. Mint does not print a $200 bill - bore the image of President George W. Bush on the front and had the White House on the back. It also included signs on the front lawn of the front lawn of the White House with slogans such as "We like broccoli" and "USA deserves a tax cut," Roanoke Rapids police said.

Instead of being labeled a Federal Reserve note, the fake bill was marked as a "Moral Reserve Note." The bill bore the signatures of Ronald Reagan, political mentor, and George H.W. Bush, campaign adviser and mentor.

Officials at the local Food Lion had no comment. Food Lion officials at the company headquarters in Salisbury could only say their normal policy is not to accept bills over $100.

Pictures of the bill can be seen here.

News update: It's raining.

And some stuff I mean to mention in my last post.

My father's name is not Bo, that's just the nickname he's gone by since he was a little kid. Everyone calls him that, some people don't even know it's not his real name. His real name is Larry. Larry Underwood, just like the character in Stephen King's The Stand. Even I usually call him Bo, even when I was a little kid I called him Bo, not father, or dad or anything like that. People used to ask if he was a stepfather or something, since I called him by his "name."

Well, I gotta get ready for work now.

This is really weird, my father has a mouse in his truck. He went out there this morning and it was just sitting there looking at him. He said it seemed tame or something, it didn't even hide from it, it just started playing and running around in circles. He thinks it's finally run out of his truck, but he's not sure.

Cool, I just heard thunder. It's supposed to storm today, but it looks on the radar like it might pass just a few miles north of us. I hope not, I wish it would rain and storm all day, and all night at work. That would make the 8 hour shift a little more enjoyable. I work with Sarah, the new girl again tonight, so we'll see if she's a good worker or not tonight.

Hanson is on Saturday Night Live singing that "Mmm, Bop" song. I hate them. They are from Tulsa, Oklahoma. That town would suck now, if not for the fact that that is also where Weird Al Yankovic filmed his movie UHF. Or I think he did anyway, because in the credits it says something about thanks to the people of Tulsa, Oklahoma. I just went into the other room, and for some reason my parents are watching Hanson.

Hey, more thunder. Maybe the storm will hit soon.

Oh, and some more good news that I forgot to mention last night. Crystal is next on the list of people to be fired at work. They'll probably fire her the next time she does anything wrong, or calls in. We all hope so.

Something else... Alicia is crazy today, or something.

Well, I didn't have to work with Crystal tonight after all. I almost had to work with Tanner instead, but then he got fired, and there was much rejoicing. Crystal called in saying she couldn't work tonight, so they called Tanner in, and he was supposed to be there at four. At ten after four he still hadn't shown up, and Curtis decided that if he wasn't there in a few minutes, he would call Allen, the General Manager, and see if he could fire Tanner. Everyone got really excited, hoping Tanner wouldn't show up. He didn't, so Curtis called Allen, but there was no answer. At 4:30 he tried again, still no answer, so he called all the other managers, and they said to fire him, so Curtis gave Tanner until 5:00, and when he still hadn't arrived, he fired him. Or he tried to. He finally got ahold of Allen, and Allen said not to fire him since it was supposed to be his day off anyway, which is weird, because we've fired people before for not coming in when they were called in. We were all extremely upset that Tanner didn't get fired. Curtis was so mad he was throwing stuff around, and kicking things. Then about 15 minutes later, Tanner called, and said he was late because he was out partying all night and kept falling asleep. Curtis called Allen again, and told him what Tanner said, so Allen said to fire him. As soon as Curtis hung up the phone he yelled, "YES!" very, very loudly. Everyone else was happy too. Since we fired someone we also hired a new girl tonight, and she actually came in and worked tonight. It's too soon to tell if she's going to be a good employee or not. She's only 16 and is a friend of a girl that used to work there that wasn't a very good worker, and that I hated, and still hate.

Tonight was very busy, and I'm worn out now. We got busy after the OU game ended, we expected that. But, for some reason, it stayed busy for about 4 hours. It also seemed much busier than it actually was, because our back liners sucked tonight, and they were extremely slow getting the food out. People were waiting up to 8 minutes for just a few burgers. Adam has only worked there for a little over a week, but he should be better than that by now. The other guy, Nathan, has worked there for over 6 months, but for some reason lately he keeps getting slower and slower.

You may have noticed that I use people's real names when I'm talking about them. I've noticed some people on their blogs don't use names, or say things like "Today I talked to M about C." Not me, I don't care. I don't know why anyone would do that anyway, maybe they're afraid the people they're talking about will read their blog, or that people will see these names and figure out who the person writing the blog is, and where they live or something. I guess most of them are just doing the whole "The names have been changed to protect the innocent," thing. Not me, I don't care. As Kurt Vonnegut, one of the worlds greatest writers, often begins his books:

"All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed. No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine."

Saturday, September 20, 2003

I never thought I'd say it, but I'm actually looking forward to working with Crystal tonight. I still hate her, but we've hired two other people now that I actually hate working with even more than I hate working with Crystal. One's a guy named Tanner, who's an idiot. Everyone thinks so, not just me. He worked here one other time, and got fired because he got arrested two or three times in a little over a week. But the person I really hate working with is Jennifer, because she's kinda stupid, and even though she's been working there over a week, she still can't do anything right. You have to tell her how to do things two or three times a night. Then the next time she works, you have to do it again. The main reason I hate working with her though, is that she stares at me the entire night. So do her friends every time they come in, they all stare at me. Curtis said she was even asking him about me while I was on break last night. I thought she was going to rape me in the closet the other night. I was in the storage closet getting some window cleaner, and she opened the door because she needed something from the closet too, but while she was waiting for me to get done, she just stood there in the door giving me this really weird look. I'm not interested in her at all, I don't care how much she stares at me. She's gross, and so are all her friends. So that's why I'm actually glad that I work with Crystal tonight, especially since the last couple of times I've worked with her she hasn't bothered me, she mainly ignores me now. Good. This is the only night I have to work with her this week. I have to work with Jennifer three times this week. Help me.

I've been watching that Pink Floyd The Dark Side of the Moon documentary thing I bought the other night. It's pretty cool. I'm gonna go finish watching it now, before I have to go to work.

Check this out, it's really funny. I like Baby Doom. www.asofterworld.com/babydoom.jpg

That's about all I have to say tonight. It's late.

Friday, September 19, 2003

Warning: Adult Content

Phone Sex Diary

This is a pretty cool blog site. It's the Livejournal site of a phone sex and sex-cam site operator. She also watches porn constantly, and reviews the movies on the site.

(This post ought to be good for getting my hit count up, because now my site will show up whenever someone searches for the phrases "Phone sex," "Sex-cam," and "porn." This has happened to me before. A while back I posted a humerous example of cyber-sex, and for a while after that half my hits were coming from people searching for "shaved pussy.")

Thursday, September 18, 2003

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.

Well, this day turned out to be a little better than it started out. The main thing that made it better was the weather. It was very autumn-like today, it was overcast and gray and windy, and the temperature was in the 60's, but felt even colder. A lot of people were actually wearing coats today. I should've worn mine. I like wearing coats, the more clothes covering my fat, the better. It was more than the weather that made it seem like autumn or winter, there were other less tangible indicators. I don't know if it's just me, or what, but autumn and winter even sound and look different. I can't really describe it, but things just look different in the winter, and I don't mean the plant life. Lights seems brighter and more colorful to me. And sounds are louder, too. For me one of the most important signs of winter is the sound of the air. I live about a mile from highway I-35, and I don't know why, but in the winter you can hear the roar of the highway, sometimes even inside the house. I don't know why sounds travel better, if it's because there's no tree leaves blocking the sounds, or if it's something to do with the cold air, but winter even sounds different. Winter also smells different, because you can smell people's fireplaces burning. I love that smell. So this semi-autumn we had today put me in a great mood, it also put me in the mood to go outside.

I left the house a couple of times today. Once I just went driving around for a while, but then later I went to Norman. For some reason I wanted to go to a music store today, so I went to Brook Mays music and just looked around for about half an hour. I almost bought a guitar. I've got $500 burning a hole in my pocket, and I've always wanted to learn to play the guitar. The trouble is, I wouldn't have learned. I have enough instruments laying around that I don't know how to play. I took band for four years in school, playing the alto saxophone, which my parents paid something like $2000 for, but never was that good, and I haven't played it in about 8 or 9 years. Then a few years ago, my parents got me a really good keyboard that I wanted for Christmas, and I bought a bunch of books on how to play the piano and stuff, because I've always wanted to learn to play the piano too, but I never took the time to learn it. I just don't have the patience or attention span to learn a musical instrument. It takes years to learn, but I have trouble keeping an interest in anything for more than two weeks. This goes for pretty much anything I do, I'll get obsessed with something, learning Japanese, learning an instrument, creating a webpage, anything really, and spend lots of money and/or time on it, then a week or two later, I just suddenly get not interested in it anymore. So I didn't get a guitar, partly because I knew it would just be a waste of money and something else to take up space, but mostly because I knew my parents would think the same thing, and be angry that I wasted money on a guitar. I know I'm 23 and I can spend my money on what I want, but I've always done what my parents say, and don't like to upset them. I've never argued with my parents about anything, even when I was a teenager. Mainly because my parents are very good to me, they're nice enough to let me live with them, they didn't kick me out when I turned 18 like a lot of parents do, they let me live with them, so I get free room and board, and meals, and sometimes they pay other expenses of mine, they are even paying for my car. This is why I always have so much money, even though I have a crap job. I hardly have any expenses, pretty much the only expenses I have are car insurance every six months, car tag every year, and clothes and stuff, which I don't buy a lot of anyway. Most of my money is just free to do whatever I want with. I'm sure my parents would've complained if I had brought home another musical instrument, but at least this time I would've paid for it myself, instead of them. I also have a harmonica, which I am decent at playing. I can play my keyboard a little by ear, I can pick out the melodies to stuff, and I know how to read sheet music, from my school band years, but I don't know the chords and stuff yet, and I'm kinda slow at playing anything. I also wish I knew how to play the violin, the cello, the bagpipes, and the accordion. I wish I could play pretty much everything.

After I went to the music store, I went to the Wal-Mart Supercenter, partly because the weather had put me into the mood to look at Halloween and, yes, Christmas decorations. Wal-Mart didn't have a very good selection of Halloween stuff this year. Mainly because they were already putting up Christmas stuff. I hate that! It gets earlier every year! They had Christmas stuff up by the first of September this year. At this rate, within 50 years, it will have gotten so early that it will have come completely around back to Christmas again, and so they will just never take them down and sell them year round. They had Christmas stuff sitting next to lawn stuff, lawnmowers and fertilizers, and things like that. It made me want to kill. I spent $50 at Wal-Mart because they had this big bin full of DVDs for $5.88. Most of them were pretty crappy movies, like Ernest Scared Stupid, and many I'd never even heard of, but they did have several good movie too. I bought a couple of Jackie Chan movies, and a couple of old Godzilla movies. They had a couple more I wanted to buy but didn't. I also bought a normally priced DVD, one I saw on Amazon.com the other day, it's a new DVD that just came out all about Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon. It's a bunch of interviews, and behind the scenes and tour stuff. Then I also bought some blank CDs for me to record stuff off my computer onto. There's a couple of CDs I want to burn. I downloaded several R.E.M. songs today, songs I've always loved, but never bought the album of. R.E.M. is one of my favorite bands. And yes, all these downloads are legal. I got them through legal download services.

Oh, something else that cheered me up earlier today is that some CDs I had ordered arrived today.

This post sucked. It was really long, but it was rambling and ill-planned, and I used the word "Stuff" way too much. If this had been an English assignment, I would've probably gotten a D. On the good side, I don't think I started a single sentence with "man."

Ok, I'm gonna go listen to music now, and then watch Fight Club. I just realized last night that I've never watched it with the actor and director commentary. I usually do that with DVDs of movies I really like.

Well, here I am on my day off, doing absolutely nothing. I'm so bored. I wish there was something to do, somewhere to go, or someone to hang out with. My days off suck so much, sometimes I'd almost rather go to work.

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

I'm bored as hell. I'm off work tomorrow. I have no idea what I'm gonna do tomorrow, I'd like to get out of the house. I guess I'll just go to the mall or something. I'm so bored, I think I'll watch Fight Club, even if it is late.

My aunt just sent me an e-mail. Actually it was for my dad, but I'm the only one in the house with an e-mail address, so she had to send it to me. Today it's been six years to the day since my uncle Randal was murdered. He was shot in the head in his sleep by his wife. She had tried to kill him before, once or twice she had set the house on fire with him in it, and claimed he fell asleep with a cigarette or something. They were never able to prove that it was arson, but everyone, even the cops, was sure it was. She shot him in the head, and claimed it was a suicide, but she shot him with her gun, and he was still covered up like he was sleeping, when they found him, and with where he was shot, he would've had to have done it with his right arm, and he could barely use his right arm because of a war injury. They charged her with first degree murder, and they went ahead and convicted her for these old arson charges, so now I think she's serving two life sentences. The saddest thing about all this is that he was in Vietnam, and stepped on a land mine, lost an eye, and couldn't use his right arm very well, but he survived that. He survived a war, and survived stepping on a land mine, only to be killed in his sleep by his own wife.

It was a very sad funeral, it's the only funeral I ever cried at. I don't know why his death upset me, and still does, I didn't even really know him that well, I wasn't close to him or anything. Other deaths, like my grandparent's never bothered me that much. His was a very nice funeral, he got full military honors with a 21 gun salute, and flag folding, and all that. The eulogy was very beautiful and sad, and they played some very sad songs, such as the ending song from the Roy Rogers show, "Happy trails to you, until we meet again," and the song Go Rest High on that Mountain.

Here's the letter my aunt sent:

Dear Bo,

It is 12:52 a.m. and I am feeling very melancholy-sad, as I remember that Randel was murdered six years ago today. I will never forget that call that awakened me September 17, 1997, at 6:15 a.m. Janice's mother was on the line saying: "Gail, we picked Janice up at the police station this morning. She and Randel have had some trouble and Randel's gone." I said, "Gone? Does anyone have any idea where?" She responded, "I mean, he's dead, Gail." At this point, I remember falling back on the bed and sobbing and wailing and telling Bill: "Randel is dead! Randel is dead!" He told me that I'd had a bad dream....

The next year is really somewhat of a fog. I remember when I saw the first pictures of his murdered body. Of his head with a hole in it and mal-shapened because it was so swollen from the injury to the brain. They showed these pictures on a big screen in the courtroom. I remember the prosecutor asking me if I thought I wanted to stay in the courtroom when they showed them because, he said: "You will always remember your brother this way and you might rather remember him differently." I told him that I had to be in the courtroom for every witness and every aspect of the trial. I had to be there to help bring justice for my brother.

I loved Randel. He was my pal who rode stick horses with me and called himself Roy Rogers and me Dale Evans. He loved women--not in a lustful way (although he appreciated fine looking women), but in an appreciation of their gender differences. He never told me that I couldn't do something because I was a girl. He encouraged me to cross the gender broundaries when he treated me just like one of the guys. He did so as kids growing up and playing baseball in a pasture with the Cypert boys and playing "horse" with our dilapidated basketball goal. He never insulted me by "letting me win." He praised me when I beat him even though he was highly competitive. He never begrudged me even a single accomplishment.

I remember when Doug took us water skiing for the first time. It took Randel (normally a fine athlete) seven tries before he got up on the skis. When my turn came, he said to Doug: "I'll bet she gets up on the first try because she has very strong legs." He was right and he yelled and screamed and laughed, telling me "way to go!" when I came right up on the skis. A lesser man would have been jealous that I "showed him up."

I sometimes cannot believe that he is no longer traveling this earth (at least not in the form that I knew). I do know he is here though every time I remember something funny that we shared in a sense of humor that we believed unique to our way of seeing the world. What a wonderful brother. What a wonderful man!

I know that you must miss him too. I also want you to know that I love you too. I am very proud of you and your family and the hard work that you do every day. You have two beautiful, intelligent children and that doesn't just happen. There has to be some parenting going on to make that happen.

I have also not forgotten the time I called you from Dallas after that man attacked me when I was managing those apartments. You are a good, decent man with a warped sense of humor that I love. Please take care of yourself. My heart was broken when Randel died and it is breaking for Valorie now.

I love you,
Gail

I'm beginning to think this Chatterbox thing was a bad idea. First, only one person that I didn't previously know is using it, and, second, I now have three people who want me to dress up as Richard Simmons for Halloween. I AM NOT dressing up as Richard Simmons, not now, not ever, and that is my final answer. Me dressing up as Richard Simmons would be wrong in so many ways. First off, I'm disgusting and fat, and the sight of me in short shorts and a tank top would be very harmful to others. Second, I am not gay, but many people think I am, so I am not going to give them anything to make them any more sure that I am gay. Also, I have no afro, and I don't think my hair could be made to afro.

Ok, I have something else to write about, but I'm gonna do it in a new post, it belongs in its own post, and not in a post that talks about Richard Simmons.

Man, what is with me tonight? I keep thinking of things I want to write about, but by the time I get to Blogger, I've forgotten what I was going to write about.

Man, I'm bored. I got off really early tonight, and I've just been sitting here doing nothing. I haven't even really been able to do much on the internet, because I've got some big files downloading, and it slows things down so much I can't really do much. I really wish I had a high-speed internet connection or some kind, instead of dial-up, dial-up sucks ass. I'm so bored, I should watch a movie or something, but there's not really any I want to watch. Well, I'd kinda like to watch Fight Club, but that movie's pretty long, it's too late to watch it now. By the time I got the movie on and everything, it would be after 2:00 when it went off.

I'm listening to the Pink Floyd album, The Final Cut, I love this album, it's one of my favorite CDs. It's so sad, especially this song, The Gunner's Dream. The album calls itself "A requiem for the post-war dream." It's all about war, and the effects of war on people. Especially people who have come home from war, and now, years later, they're depressed, and half-crazy, and haunted by the things they saw in the war.

Man, what the hell was I wanting to write about? There were several things, there were a couple of things I forgot to mention in my post earlier. Alicia was online a couple of hours ago, but I was so bored I couldn't even think of anything to talk to her about, so that was pretty boring too. Tonight, a while after Alicia got off work, she came through drive-thru, and had her dog with her. That dog is incredibly fat. It's hilarious, I liked the dog, because it was so funny looking. It's supposed to be a miniature pinscher, but it was so fat it didn't look anything like one. Alicia said it hates everyone, and was amazed when I put my hand out to it, and it just sniffed it. But then I tried to pet it, and it went psycho and tried to bite me. I like that dog, it was so fat it looked like a small barrel. I want a barrel-dog too.

Mmmm, barrel dog. I bet that dog's got some good meat on it.

Well, I'm gonna try to find something else to do now.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

All right all you Evanescence fans, check this out.

The Word of the Day for September 14 is:

evanescent \eh-vuh-NEH-sunt\ adjective
: tending to vanish like vapor

Example sentence:
For Marcy, the enchantment of the elegant ballroom was as
evanescent as Cinderella's gilded coach -- it vanished the
instant Dudley appeared.

Did you know?
The fragile, airy quality of things "evanescent"
reflects the word's etymology. "Evanescent" derives from the
Latin verb "evanescere," which means "to evaporate" or "to
vanish." English has several other words that mean lasting or
staying only a short time. "Ephemeral" and "transitory" apply to
what is bound to pass ("superstardom is
transitory"); "ephemeral," especially, implies striking brevity
of duration ("fads, by their very nature, are
ephemeral"). "Fugitive" and "fleeting" imply passing so quickly
as to make apprehending difficult ("a fugitive smile flitted
across his face"; "caught a fleeting glimpse"). "Fugacious,"
which we featured as a Word of the Day in July, is used of all
things fleeting and transitory; it's also the least common of
these synonyms.

Oh...my...God. Cartoon Network just advertised a new show, called "Clone Wars." That's right, a Star Wars cartoon! I'm so excited I may soil myself. I just hope it's as cool as it could be. Most likely though, it will suck. Please let it be cool, please let it be cool, please let it be cool...

Tonight at work Crystal kept claiming she was pregnant. I don't think anyone believed her though. Then she said she was joking, then she said that no, she really was pregnant. She kept changing her story. She claimed she was three months pregnant, I especially don't believe that, she's tiny, she's incredibly skinny. If she was three months pregnant, you could tell.

Also at work today, Alicia drew a really weird, somewhat horrible, hamster. I brought it home and showed it to my sister, and she freaked out. She was like "Oh my god! It's horrible looking, but it's also kinda cute!"

I love those expandable link boxes, they look cool, and don't take up a lot of space. Just click the little + sign to see the links.

Ok, today I'm going to post one of the many stories I wrote years ago. It's been so long since I've been able to write anything, but I used to be pretty good at it. I have close to 100 documents here on my computer, most of them written in 1998 and 1999, I've hardly written anything since. Though I was good at writing, I never finished anything I wrote. I never even knew what I was writing about when I was writing it, I just made it all up as I went along. So I have dozens of these small documents, ranging from a couple of sentences to 8 pages. I can only think of two stories I ever finished. This is not one of them, this is one of the many unfinished stories that seems really cool, but I was never able to get any farther in it. This story also has features that appeared in many of my stories, such as rain. I wrote several stories about an unnatural, unending rain, and in fact, this story seems like it could take place sometime after the events in another story I wrote, it shares many of the same themes. Another thing that appears in this story that appeared in many of my other stories is a sentence I was very fond of, many of my stories would contain a line about "wincing against the sudden light." I'm sure a psychologist could say many things about that. Anyway, enough rambling, here's the story.

His wet hair hung limply in strands around his eyes. The rain continued to fall from the dark sky. Rain dripped from the leaves around him, but was not soaked up by the already saturated ground. Drops of water welled up at the ends of his hair, and dropped off. He looked up into the rain, wondering if it would ever end. How long had it been since it started? He couldn't figure out exactly how long, he had lost track of the days, but as close as he could figure, it had been about three weeks. Three weeks that seemed like a lifetime. He rose in the darkness from his resting place under a large tree that provided some shelter from the rain, and walked out of the darkened park, and into the dimly lit, empty, city streets. It had been three days since he last saw another person, another human. A fleeting glimpse of a bedraggled form scurrying into the darkness of an alley. There weren't many people out in these days, what few people there were tended to stay in their dwellings, or in some other hiding place.

Suddenly he stopped walking, the rain had slowed, but not ceased. He looked once again up at the sky, for what must have been the millionth time since the rain began. A small hole appeared in the clouds, and he could see a small portion of the night sky, dotted with many glittering stars. A cool breeze blew over him. He stood there staring at the stars. It had been so long since he had seen the stars, or even the sky, other than the constant dark clouds. The wind began to blow harder, and become more chill, and the break in the clouds disappeared, and the sky was again a wall of clouds. He shivered in the cold and wet. He decided that he had better find some shelter for the night, some real shelter. His usual tree in the park helped keep away some of the rain, but did nothing for the cold.

He found a stairway down into what appeared to be the storage basement of a small café. He was in luck, this night he would have shelter and food. He crept into the darkness, groping for a light switch. He found one and the room became illuminated. He winced against the sudden light, and after his eyes adjusted he took a look around to make sure the room was not already occupied by one of the gangs that had arisen in the last few weeks. He had had a couple of run-ins with them already, and was lucky to get away, and had many times come across their handiwork. They were the largest groups of people he had seen since the rain began. He couldn't see anyone in the room, and so he relaxed a little. It appeared to be safe, or at least it didn't contain any immediate danger, nowhere was safe these days. You could at any minute become the victim of some seen or unseen danger, if you were lucky it would be one of the human dangers, and not one of the others.

He slumped down into a corner to rest, and fell almost at once into sleep, and dreamed.

In his dream there was no rain, there were no clouds. The sky was clear, and it was day. The sun shone brightly in the sky overhead. He was standing in the still empty city streets, but he heard something he hadn't heard since the rain began. He heard the birds singing. Everything seemed to be normal, except for the lack of people. Suddenly, a new sound came to his ears, from somewhere around the corner. It was the sound of children laughing. He ran to the corner and looked around, but could see no children. He heard the noise again, from farther off, and he began to walk after it. As he walked, though, it seemed to get farther away from him. He kept walking, and it was always somewhere in the distance, out of his sight. He began to walk faster, and finally he began to run after it. Still he could not reach it. Suddenly it sounded like there were more children, and they began to laugh more. As he ran, the apparent number of children continued to increase, until it sounded as if there was a great group of children, and it began to sound as if they were all laughing at him. Suddenly it seemed not as if he was running after the children, but running from them. Then, abruptly, he stopped; he found he was standing at the entrance to the park, the park where his tree was. The laughter abruptly ceased. He entered the park and began to walk across it, to where his tree was; he felt a sudden urge to find his tree. As he topped a small hill near the center of the park a sudden wind came up, and the sky began to quickly grow dark, and cloud over. In a few seconds the sky was a wall of black clouds, and the rain began to fall. A bolt of lightning flashed from the sky, and struck his tree, which burst into flames.

At that he awoke, and heard the last rumblings of rolling thunder. While pondering his dream, he found some packaged food that was still good, and ate his meal in silence.

Man, talk about a wasted day. I've been sitting at this computer for about 11 hours. Actually I've had worse days, at least the computer was entertaining today, it wasn't one of those days where I just sit there staring at the same few pages all day in a semi-comatose state. I've been working on all those links I just added down there, so I've been going through all my vast archives of links today, looking them over, and visiting most of the sites. It's a lot of work to go through all my bookmarks, because they are spread out over so many programs, Mozilla, Internet Explorer, two different AOL accounts, and more.

I was hoping to do more than this today. I kept thinking maybe Daniel would call, he told me a few days ago they were probably going to get together and play Halo tonight, but he never called today to verify this. I didn't really feel like playing Halo tonight anyway. I probably wouldn't have gone anyway. I was hoping Alicia would get online tonight. But she never did. I saw her sign on for a minute, but she signed back off before I could say anything.

Here's a funny conversation I just had with Melissa. Melissa is a girl that lives in California that I met online and have been friends with for about five years now. Well, not really a girl, she's a few years older than me, and is getting married soon. She is the "WooTequila" in my chatterbox down there. She's really weird, and cool. Dammit! I just went to copy the conversation, and my Yahoo Messenger crashed and the window closed! So I'll have to try to remember the conversation as best I can.

missy_custer: Mmmm, I'm hungry.
missy_custer: What did you have for dinner tonight?
SubSpecies23: Children!
missy_custer: lmfao
SubSpecies23: lol, not really. I had meatloaf.
SubSpecies23: Made out of children!
missy_custer: lol, meatloaf, the singer?
SubSpecies23: ew, no, lol. Though he looks like he's probably eaten a child or two.
missy_custer: Yeah, the evil bastard.

There, that's pretty much what was said. I'm surprised I remembered it that well.

There was a praying mantis on my window earlier! I've only seen a few around here. Probably five in my entire life. I should've went outside and caught it. Instead I flicked the window screen it was on, and it went flying off the screen.

Hmmm, it seems like there was something else I had been planning on writing about, but I can't remember what it was. So for now, check this out:

Wired News: Radio Tag Debut Set for This Week New ways for the government, big business and other, run-of-the-mill criminals to track and take advantage of us.

and this:

Anti-Hippie Action League Stop those dirty hippies!

and then there's this:

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Monday, September 15, 2003

Hey, check out my new "expandable content boxes" I got from Flooble.com. They let me put lots of links on my page without taking up lots of space. More will be coming soon. Just click the little plus or minus sign to show or hide the box's contents.

Sunday, September 14, 2003

In college I once had an assignment where I had to interview someone over the age of 50, about pretty much anything that was pertinent to when and where they lived. So I decided to talk to one of Chris' uncles about his experiences in the Vietnam War, a subject I've always been somewhat interested in. If I remember correctly, I got an "A" on the assignment.


Roy Lansdale may be in his fifties, but he is still a robust, strong man. He has gray hair, and large work hardened hands. No stranger to hard work, he has worked as a bricklayer a large portion of his life, and has also worked in the oil fields. In March of 1968, as a young man, he was drafted into the military, where he worked in communications. Exactly a year later, in March 1969, he volunteered to go to Vietnam, where he did artillery work. Artillery is a long-distance battle, so he didn’t see much action, that was the infantry. One thing he did see was the South Vietnamese people. He saw how they lived, and how the war affected their lives


KU: What was your opinion on the war? Do you think we should have been over there, or do you think we should have stayed out?

RL: Vietnam wasn’t nothing but a big money war, between the big companies and stuff. Actually, we should have never got over there, unless they were gonna finish it, which would have been easy to have done, but the big companies didn’t want it to finish because they were making too much money off of it. We’d go pick up supplies, and you’d see these big blocks, around the VA and stuff, and you’d see lumber sitting out there rotting. Cokes, cans of beer and stuff, back then they were in the tin cans, and they’d just sit out there and rust. It was all a big money war…

We had to get rid of our own trash and stuff. We made sure there wasn’t nothing in it of any importance. I seen them put those pint, um, quart deals of milk right out by the barrel, during the burning of some of the trash, it would turn the cartons black, sitting around that barrel. We’d take lard and butter and stuff, the big gallon cans, they’d open them up and push the lid down in there. We’d hauled it off one day, and, the boys went to unload it, and the [South] Vietnamese was unloading it. And they was just reaching their hands down in that butter and lard and stuff, and eating it, and they was drinking that milk, with it being burnt like that. And you know it had to be ruined, because it was ruined when they set it out there. And of course, being by that barrel and stuff, the heat didn’t help it. I actually seen them drink it, and run their hands and stuff down in that butter and lard and eating it. And they’d cut their hands on them lids that were smashed down in there, and they’d bleed in it and just still be eating it. The butter and stuff, of course, I guess, you know, wasn’t ruined, but you know how that stuff just gets tasting old. It was sickening to sit there and watch them drinking that milk and stuff. They had to have had iron stomachs; I couldn’t even stand the smell of it. You didn’t have to use the dump; they’d unload it, looking for stuff, you know. There was a big hole in the ground you were supposed to dump in, but you didn’t get the chance, because they were always looking through the stuff you threw away, so that was the reason you didn’t throw anything of importance away. You just threw away stuff that was literally trash.
It shows you what kind of country they were, they weren’t totally developed yet, what you’d call developed. The South Vietnamese, actually, were good people, they were just poor people.

KU: Following up on that, what were the living conditions like for the South Vietnamese? What effects did the war have on the regular people?

RL: Like the farmers? Well, I don’t know, really what effect it had, but it would keep them from developing. Because if they did grow anything that the Vietnamese that lived there didn’t need, they [The North Vietnamese] would take it away from them, because there wasn’t that many ARVNs, or South Vietnamese soldiers there to protect them. So they’d just come through there and take what they wanted. What you seen was just all rice paddies, over where we was at there was a lot of them.
I seen them out there making hooches one time, had a mud hole out there and they’d throw straw in it, and walk around on it, and mix that straw and mud up and make their hooches out of it. They lived in dirt floors, mud houses and stuff, which over there was probably about as cool as you could get. But you didn’t see no dogs over there either. [Laughing]
It’s just something that you have to experience. You’re covering basically good people. Like I said, they were what I guess you’d call undeveloped… They kept to themselves really. The North Vietnamese, and I’m not sure, but I think some of the Koreans had something to do with it, because you’d see one of them mixed in with them North Vietnamese soldiers once in a while. Basically it just all came down to a big money war for the big shots to make money off of. Especially [President] Johnson.

KU: Yeah, I’ve heard people say that before…

RL: It was, you could sit over there and see things go to waste… You’d see them [the South Vietnamese soldiers] running up and down the roads with new guns and cannons and stuff, and we’d be sitting there, I was in charge of communications and we were supposed to have a Jeep, and a three-quarter, and a deuce-and-a-half, and I think we just had a deuce-and-a-half. The Vietnamese were running down the road with new trucks, new guns. Our M-60 for guard duty was so bad you could bump it and it’d go off even when it was on safety. As a matter a fact, one of our guys got killed by it… He made a mistake and sat down in front of that gun, and one of the guys on guard duty with him bumped that gun, and it went off and shot him in the back and killed him. There was a lot of casualties caused by your own country. We couldn’t get nothing, they gave it all to the Vietnamese. They called us “police action,” [laughing] we were policemen. If they’d called it a war it wouldn’t have lasted long. They wouldn’t do it.

KU: Were you ever in or around any major battles, the Tet Offensive or anything like that?

RL: No, we weren’t in that area. Like I said, I was in artillery… They knew when they was coming in and stuff. Artillery could pretty well hold them off if they knew they were coming. They had shells you’d shoot and they’d explode and fan out with little bitty darts, like needles. You didn’t want to get in front of them, regardless of where you was at, whether you was on the ground or… Perry said he found some sometimes people would be pinned to trees with them.

KU: My uncle was in Vietnam, and he stepped on something like that, a mine that shot shrapnel everywhere. It messed up his right arm, he couldn’t use it very well, and he had to have a glass eye.

[We got off the subject for a while, it turns out he worked with my grandfather in the oil fields and used to be friends with my uncle and my father when they were young. So we ended up talking about family for a while, but eventually got back on subject.]

RL: That place messed up a lot of guy’s minds. It didn’t bother me too much, we did ours from a distance and we didn’t get to see a lot of victims. Every once in a while we’d have a little bit of trouble but nothing much. Just what they called “keep you honest.” Throw in a few rounds once in a while. I was always kinda scared the whole time we was over there, cause he had a big pit full of gas over there. Of course, they were in these rubber bladders that would stop a lot of it, but if a round had ever hit that it would have busted one of them and it would’ve went off and it would have been hot. Like I said, I was lucky, I didn’t see a whole lot. Just enough to know that I didn’t want to either.

KU: Did you see anything over there…like anything that really bothered you?

RL: Occasionally you know, but the worst was when that gun went off and killed that guy. I was in charge that night. It kinda bothered me, it also bothered me that we didn’t have the equipment good enough to take care of ourselves. So it all falls back to money.

RL: Basically we had good people, everybody tried to look after one another, but you’d run into an asshole once in a while. We had this E6 once that tried to pull rank all the time, but it didn’t do him a lot of good…
We got along pretty good with everybody, except for one drill sergeant. Me and him got into it cause he wanted me to do a bunch of pushups, we had been marching two or three miles with all that gear on, and it was hurting my shoulders where I tore the cartilage one time. We get back and for no reason at all, he wanted me to do pushups and I just laid there and I told him that my shoulder hurt and I wasn’t going to do a damn thing. So we went over to the captain and the captain said something and the drill sergeant didn’t like it and he tried to push me down and I threw him over my shoulder so that was about the end of it.

KU: You talked about it messing with people’s minds, and I’ve heard that there was a lot of drug use over there that also contributed to it.

RL: There was. I didn’t see a lot of it, but I saw a little. They didn’t have a lot of drugs, but they had one over there it was called liquid speed, and it would screw you up. And if they could get marijuana, a lot of them would get on that stuff. Some of them would get caught and they’d make them go back to the main base, and stay there… Most of them you didn’t want them around anyway, ‘cause they could get somebody hurt.

KU: When you got back there were a lot of anti-war protests and a lot of anger against returning soldiers. Did you ever encounter any of that?

RL: I never encountered any of that, I heard about it but never encountered any of it. We had around that Fort Benning in that honor guard we went over there and trained for riot control because they were having that plus all the black stuff in 68 and 69, and we were training for riot control. I think that worried me worse than going to Vietnam, you know. What do you do with your own people? We was lucky that things settled back down, and then I went over seas. Then they had that one college where four or six of them got killed, that’s kinda what I was afraid of. That’s what worried me so much. They train you for it, but there’s nothing, nothing about something going different, nothing ever goes like you’re trained for. But that was one thing I was proud to quit before we had to do it.

Truly Strange, yet Strangely True.

Vermont's David Smiths to Gather

PLAINFIELD, Vt. (Sept. 9) - Almost everywhere he's gone in life, David B. Smith Jr. has run into other David Smiths, either in person or through their misdirected mail.

"I've always wondered what their lives were like,'' said Smith, 63, who owns the Highland Lodge hotel in Greensboro. "You'd expect someone who has your name to have something in common with you, so the question is, what? Where have they been? What have they been doing?''

This week, Smith and all the other David Smiths in Vermont will get a chance to find out. On Tuesday, the Twinfield Union School in Plainfield is hosting David Smith Night.

To celebrate an already abundant population of local David Smiths, and to welcome a new VISTA volunteer named David Smith who will be working at the school, the school has invited all 57 David Smiths listed in Vermont phone books to a corn roast and community pot luck dinner.

"We're going to sort of get a sense of who these David Smiths are,'' said Twinfield Principal Owen Bradley. "It may be a common name, but we want to show people how unique each one is.''

David C. Smith, a 42-year-old tree nursery worker from Johnson, plans to be there. So does David L. Smith, 53, an artist and carpenter from Marshfield. Like most of the other David Smiths, David L. Smith has stories to tell about his popular name.

"I first noticed it a few years ago when David R. Smith moved into town,'' said David L. Smith. "He's a biker, and I used to get some pretty interesting party invitations that I probably should have gone to.''

David E. Smith, of Putney, a computer network manager, gets calls that were meant for a local contractor, asking him to do construction projects.

"I generally tell them no, but if you need a computer fixed, I'm your guy,'' he said.

Another David C. Smith, this one living in Norwich, said he'd never met another David Smith until he moved from Texas to Vermont 20 years ago and immediately met three of them. He didn't know what to make of the invitation to meet his fellow David Smiths.

"I thought at first it was some marketing strategy or something like that,'' he said.

He remembers a day at the local hardware store when all three of the community's David Smiths happened to be in at the same time. He got them all together at the counter.

"I said, "All I ask you two guys is to keep enough money in your checking account,''' he joked.

Of all the David Smiths, it's David B. Smith, Jr. who is perhaps the most enthusiastic about the gathering.

"I'm so excited. Although we share some things in common, we also look at life differently, and that's going to be very interesting,'' said Smith. "I'm going to eat a lot of corn and listen to what other David Smiths have to say.''

Kentucky Police Call in Ghostbusters

SHELBYVILLE, Ky. (Sept. 7) - Stymied by mysterious sights and sounds in their own headquarters, cops in Shelbyville called in the ghostbusters.

In the still of night, doors rattled and stairwells creaked in the city's police department. In the light of day, a secretary's desk drawer opened on its own. A city worker who toured the building late one night even reported feeling something grab her leg.

So the police took the probe to another dimension.

"The way I treat it is not that there is a ghost, there's just things that I can't explain,'' said Officer John Wilson, who contacted the Scientific Investigative Ghost Hunting Team, based in Louisville.

The team of professional paranormal investigators gave the brick building a preliminary review and will return this fall for a thorough probe. The group will set up cameras and tape recorders as well as infrared thermometers to capture any temperature variations.

The goal is to try to prove the strange occurrences aren't caused by paranormal forces, said Kay Owen, vice president of the nonprofit ghost hunting team, which doesn't charge for its services.

"We'll go in and try to recreate everything that they are experiencing,'' she said. "If they can recreate it, it's not paranormal. It can be explained. It's a process of elimination.''

Time for links. I got pretty much all of these from Dave Barry's Blog so you could just go there to save time maybe.

September 19th is Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Japanese Singing Eggplants I have no idea what this is, aside from the obvious, which is that it is eggplants singing a song by Tatu in Japanese.

Meat Shake -- Taste the Secret Mmm...Meat shake, and his friend, Pork Nog! A holiday classic... with pork!

Dog Ate Evidence in Extraordinary Case I don't even know what to say about this story, it's just too weird.

Taxidermy Frog Wallet

Maybe this is why your kids have been hanging out at the Mall so much.

Dave Barry -- Ask not what telemarketers can do to you A couple of weeks ago, Dave Barry, in his syndicated column, gave the phone number of the American Teleservices Corporation and urged people to call them and tell them what they think of telemarketers. Here's what happened next...

MIAMI (Sept. 12) - Telemarketers are now screening their calls, instead of the other way around.

The American Teleservices Association isn't laughing at Dave Barry, not after the Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for The Miami Herald listed the group's telephone number in his Aug. 31 column and sparked a flood of phone calls to the group's offices.

Barry told his readers to call and ''tell them what you think.''

''I'm sure they'd love to hear your constitutionally protected views! Be sure to wipe your mouthpiece afterward,'' Barry wrote.

Thousands of Barry's readers have done as they were told, forcing the association to stop answering its phones. Callers now hear a recording, which says that because of ''overwhelming positive response to recent media events, we are unable to take your call at this time.''

''It's difficult not to see some malice in Mr. Barry's intent,'' said Tim Searcy, executive director of the ATA, who said the added calls will be costly to his group because of toll charges and staffing issues.

Barry hardly sounded apologetic.

''I feel just terrible, especially if they were eating or anything,'' he said. ''They have phones like the rest of us have phones. Their attitude seems to be if you have a phone, people are allowed to call you.''

ATA officials have said about 2 million of the 6.5 million people working at telemarketing call centers across the nation will lose their jobs because of the rules that established the nationwide ''Do Not Call'' list.

Barry also attacked that logic in the same column.

''Of course, you could use pretty much the same reasoning to argue that laws against mugging cause unemployment among muggers,'' he wrote. ''But that would be unfair. Muggers rarely intrude into your home.''

Barry's column is syndicated to about 500 newspapers across the country.

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Saturday, September 13, 2003

Apple is suing Apple. Apple music, the Beatles' label is suing Apple computers, for breaking a contract. Apparently, when Apple computers first formed and wanted to call themselves Apple, Apple music wouldn't let them at first, but they finally reached an agreement, Apple computers could call themselves Apple, as long as they never entered the music business. But now that Apple has that iTunes music purchasing and downloading service, they are in the music business, so Apple music is suing them for breaking the contract.

I finally got a good night's sleep last night, and it didn't take me several hours to get to sleep. I'm still tired though. I need to get out more, start exercising again or something.

Here's a really cool site I just found. Welcome to Zanpo Zanpo Virtual Cities. A cool site that lets you walk through little 3D cartoon looking cities. You can even sign up and build your own. I'll probably do that later, but now I have to get ready for work in just a little while. It's Saturday too, so that means I have to work from 2:00 to 11:30.

Well, work wasn't as bad as we figured it would be, in fact, it was slightly less busy than it usually is on Fridays. We didn't get busy at all after the game. The last couple of hours we were open we hardly had any business at all. It was Purcell's Homecoming, they were playing Blanchard, and beat them pretty badly, 27 to 6, or something like that. One of the people from Blanchard came in to Carl's Jr., and was talking about it, they said it was embarrassing.

I had a lot of fun at the movies yesterday. Alicia was weird. She got a box of junior mints, and after she finished she tore the box open and was licking it, because some of them were smashed. Junior Mints are good, I'd never had them before. Then she threw it out the car window on the way home. I don't like littering. I told her she'd throw it out the window, and it would hit some highway patrol's windshield and I'd get a ticket. At the movie we were making fun of Daniel and he wasn't even there. We were eating popcorn, and saying that when Daniel and Olivia go to the movies Daniel just straps the popcorn bag on like a feedbag, like a horse. We were laughing at parts of the movie that weren't even funny, because we'd say things like "your mom" when the people in the movie would say something. On the drive to the theater Alicia turned around and checked the back seat because she was afraid my sister was hiding back there and was going to leap out and attack her or something. Alicia thinks my sister wants to kill her or something, just because my sister wrote a couple of weird stories that had Alicia in them. Yesterday was great, the most fun I've had in a long time. I always have fun with Alicia, I wish I got to hang out with her more often.

Not only did Johnny Cash and John Ritter die last night, Alicia's dog did too. It's been about to die for a couple of days now. It makes me sad. I'd never even seen the dog or anything, but I'm sad because Alicia's sad and depressed about it. She came in tonight and her eyes were all red, and she said she'd been crying about it.

Well, that's it for tonight. I'm tired. My blog sucks lately. I really need to find things to write about besides what I so laughingly call my life.

Friday, September 12, 2003

Ouch, I just took a big chunk out of the heel of my foot. I was walking past the entertainment stand thing my TV is on, and the glass door on the front was open, and as I passed it, when I brought my foot up I hit it right on the sharp corner of the glass. Took a pretty good chunk of flesh off. What's weird is there's not been a drop of blood. It didn't even get red, like blood coming to the surface or anything. The wound is just the same pale white as the rest of my heel. I guess you can chalk it up to poor blood-flow, I have a problem with that. Sometimes my hands and feet will get so cold they're almost numb, even if it's hot in the house. I also have really high blood pressure. I actually had to miss school a couple of times because my blood pressure was really high that day, and I had one of those horrible high blood pressure headaches, where it feels like your head is going to explode. Then once during a health class I had to take in College we were learning about blood pressure, and they took all our blood pressures, and when they saw mine they tried to call the hospital, because with what my blood pressure was reading, I should've been dead. I finally convinced them that that was normal for me though. I also have a high pulse rate, your pulse is supposed to be about 75, mine's usually about 110. I don't know if my blood pressure is really quite that high though. That's just what it always says on these home blood pressure machines, and unprofessional things like that, but usually when I go to the doctor they say my blood pressure is just fine. So who knows. I haven't had one of those headaches in years, so maybe my blood pressure has gotten better.

That sucks! My sister just came in and told me that Johnny Cash died last night! I'm not a big country music fan, but Johnny Cash had some cool songs. I especially like that one that came out recently, that was up for several MTV Music Awards, Hurt. I can't believe I hadn't heard that he'd died. America Online news keeps talking about John Ritter dying unexpectedly last night, but I hadn't seen anything about Johnny Cash. His wife just died a few months ago, at least they didn't have to be apart long, if you're the kind of person who believes in an afterlife of some sort. I like to believe there's life after death, but I'm not getting my hopes up. In all likelihood, when you die, you're gone. What's kinda weird, is I was listening to a Johnny Cash song when I found out he died. I was listening to Hurt and my sister heard it, and came in and said "You know he died don't you?" A similar thing happened with Kurt Cobain. Years ago I ordered the Nevermind album from Columbia House, and on the day it arrived, Kurt Cobain shot himself. I think I was listening to it when I found out.

Hey, the foot wound is finally starting to get a little red tinged.

Thursday, September 11, 2003

Man, work's gonna suck tomorrow, not only is it Friday, our busiest day, but it's also Homecoming. Does anyone else remember when Homecoming came near the end of the football season? I can't believe they are having homecoming already, it's only their second or third game. Homecoming is supposed to mean there are no more away games this season; the team has been away, and now they're home. Not anymore. Now the schools all have Homecoming at the beginning of the season, and have several away games after it. It's not just the High School's it's the colleges too. OU's doing the same thing, their Homecoming is the third game of the season, I think.

Why the hell am I talking about football? I hate football. I hate it, hate it, hate it. Alicia loves it.

Me and Alicia went to the movies tonight. I had a lot of fun. I like hanging out with her. We had been wanting to see Underworld, but then we found out that it doesn't even come out until the 19th. So then we decided we'd probably go see The Order, but then she won tickets to that from a radio station, but she doesn't have them yet, and she didn't want to see it twice, so in the end we saw Dickie Roberts. It was a really cool movie. It was really funny, and also touching. Alicia kept going "awww" at parts of it. The funniest part of the whole movie was during the end credits. About 30 former actors, mostly child stars, but some others, like the guy who played Kenickie in Grease and Charlene Tilton from Dallas, were all singing this song. it was really funny, especially the part where "Marcia Brady" said something about "If you call me Marcia I'll break your fucking head," or something along those lines. Also the part with Gary Coleman was pretty funny. I hate Gary Coleman. I know I say I hate everything, but I really hate Gary Coleman, he's my sworn enemy, my arch-nemesis. I don't really even know why I hate him so much. He just freaks me out, he looks like a little kid.

I didn't sleep very well last night either. I got a little more sleep than the night before, but not much. It was about 4:30 before I could get to sleep last night. I'm gonna try to go to bed a little earlier tonight. Right now I'm not a bit tired though.

DAMMIT! I don't know what happened. I just wrote a post, but something messed up when I went to post it, and it got lost somehow. I don't feel like rewriting it right now. Maybe later. For now, check out this horrible news story:

"Plato" to get his own show I didn't even know this guy had a name, but Plato, the weird looking little blue alien from the Sony minidisk commercials is getting his own TV show. Forget simple product placement, welcome to the future; Half-hour long commercials disguised as entertainment. What's next, the 1-800-Collect Angel Show? And for kids, The Ronald McDonald Show, and the Coca-Cola Polar Bears Cartoon.