A PRAYER

Lord? Please don't let me die in a funny way.

Like being beaten to death with a shoe. Especially not my own shoe. And, if it absolutely has to be my own shoe, I'd rather not be wearing it at the time.

Or like choking on my own fist during a bar bet.

Perhaps I should clarify a little. I do know that I'm going to die someday. (Maybe soon! That's Your call.) And I know there's nothing funny about death—at least, that's the current thinking from this side. I'm just asking to not die in a way that leads people who don't know me to e-mail one another news items about my death. For instance:

Please don't let me get so fat that paramedics have to come to my house and cut out a wall to remove me but then bang my head against a load-bearing pillar in the process, thus killing me.

Please don't let me die on or near or—perhaps worst of all—because of a toilet. (This includes a urinal or a baseball-stadium-style urine trough, in addition to a standard commode.)

Please don't let my death in any way involve one of those giant inflatable rats that union protesters put up outside non-union job sites. Or a blimp of any kind. Until I see some evidence to the contrary, I’m going to have to say that my dying because of just about anything inflatable would be something I'd rather avoid. A hot-air balloon, I guess, would be O.K., but only if I'm actually in the balloon at the time. At least that would be kind of rugged and outdoorsy. What I'm trying to say is: if someone else's hot-air balloon falls out of the sky and smothers me while I'm lying in a hammock reading Hot Air Balloon Enthusiast magazine, I'm going to be a little pissed.

I apologize for that language, Lord, but I'm just trying to be honest with You.

A vehicular accident? Fine. Bring it on. I understand that, statistically, there's a pretty good chance of that happening anyway. Just please don't let it involve a moped. Or a go-kart.

Also, I'd prefer not to die in a head-on collision with someone who—against all odds—has the same name as me. Or anyone named, for instance, Roger Crash. Or Ed Oncollision. Or Jennifer Safedriver. I could go on, but I think You get the point.

I'm sure You get this one a lot, but: please don't let me die during sex. Unless the technical cause of my death is a heart attack or a stroke. If I have to die during sex, please don't make the cause of death any of the following: extreme dehydration, a previously undiagnosed allergy to fruit-scented or "massage" oils, dermatological complications arising from severe rug burn, or anything involving the use or misuse of any object best described as "foreign."

Please don't let me die in a way that allows the Post to run a small item about my death on page 12 or 13 or so under the headline "dude, where’s my corpse?" Or "dumb and deader." Or "dead and deader." Or "the house of sand and dead." Or "j. lo's latest nuptials postponed due to lethal tent-raising mishap."

Please don't let me cut my own head off while trying to revive the lost Scouting pastime of mumblety-peg.

I would have to consider any fatality involving a prolapsed anus, of course, absolutely beyond the pale. I mean, come on, Lord.

Also—and I'm not trying to split hairs with You, Lord—when I ask You to not let me die in a funny way, I also mean please don't let me die in a noteworthily ironic way. Meaning: whether my death is "ha-ha" funny or the other kind of funny, neither of those is what I'm in the market for. For instance, please don't let me go on a Sleepwalkers Anonymous Outward Bound-type retreat and sleepwalk into a canyon or gorge in the middle of the night.

And, if You deem it necessary (or just amusing) to take my mind before You take my body, let's try to keep the progressive dementia noble and epically sad rather than comical. For example: please let the last face I recognize be the photograph of a long-lost high-school girlfriend and not one of the plucky toddlers from the animated show "Rugrats." In my final moments, let me awaken—apparently lucid—in the pre-dawn hours calling out for a kiss on the forehead from a dead great-aunt rather
than from the mustachioed black bartender on "The Love Boat."

Or from the actor who played him, for that matter.

Even if I don't die in a funny way, I'd still rather not die on the same day as some other person who does die in a funny way. Because I don't want any version of the following conversation to occur between my friends:

Friend One: Did you read his obituary?
Friend Two: Yeah. Nice piece.
Friend One: Very nice.
Friend Two: He would have liked it.
Friend One: That he would have. That he would have.
(Awkward silence.)
Friend Two: Did you see that other obituary about the banana wholesaler who actually slipped on the—
Friend One: Yeah. You couldn't make that up!

Well, that's about it, Lord.

Actually—as long as I've got You, let me just mention a few final ways for me to die that may or may not seem funny to You, depending on Your sense of humor.

I would rather be burned beyond all recognition than burned almost beyond all recognition, especially if the pictures are going to end up on the Internet.

If some kind of rare organism eats away at my body from the inside, please let it be microscopic. Or just slightly larger than microscopic. Let's put it this way: if it’s big enough to have a face, that would be too big.

Thank You for Your time, Lord.

(Also: Ted Lange. That's the name of the actor who played the bartender on "The Love Boat" whose name I couldn't remember before. I Googled him for You, Lord. Which has got to count for something, right?)


by PAUL SIMMS
Issue of 2004-07-05 The New Yorker3

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Spider-Man India? WTF!!!

Ok now I am angry with the world. Whats up with this. Marvel Comics has just announced Spider-Man India. That's right mo-fos they are retelling the whole Spider-Man mythology so it is more "relevant" to the culture. Read all about it here.

Most of the following ideas were edited form another website with a few things of my own. This is the part where I loose most people...

What the hell is wrong with this world. My comic-geek senses are tingling and they are telling me that this comic is going to suck more than the clone saga. I think this is a mouthful of Chicken Tika spit in the face of all true Spider-Man fans. Everyone knows that Spider-Man is a White Anglo Male. Just like Jesus. Don't you see how much Dabaya is screwing up our economy? Even our comic book superheroes are being outsourced to India. Screw you NAFTA. Can you imagine how the new Peter Parker won't be taking pictures. I bet he will be working tech support for Gateway or something. And whats with those shoes? Peter Parker went to Standard High School, a respectable center for education, not Harvey Milk High School. Those shoes make him look fruity. And whats with the excess cloth on his costume. Watch him get stuck on one of the spires of the Taj Mahal. How is he supposed to climb building with those tiny little feet. In the original comics, Tod McFarlane issues #300-375, Spider-Man's calves looked like they could stop a bullet. This guy on the other hand looks like he has ballerina feet. All I have to say is, they better keep their dirty Bollywood hands off Spider-Man 2. The only good thing I can see about this is Vishnu would be a great Doc Oc instead of that guy that looks like Ray Romano thats going to be in Spider-Man 2. That guy looks like Ray Romano and the character Manny that hey voiced for in Ice Age rolled into one. Plus everyone knows that the best Spider-Man spin off is Spider-Man 2099. He had the best costume. Why are these people allowed to destroy my childhood idol. I know people are angry that all the best comics are based in the United States but that is not a reason to change them. I don't think this is a very good example of how The Man is trying to keep us down.

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Sounds (an original poem)

Sounds and sounds of Fatalism
I used to wander, lonely before you
Possible futures change the oasis
You used to walk together before me

Sounds and sounds of Rotation
The very soft spinning iron fans of time
Counting one second per second of life
The very slow dieing beat of my heart

Sounds and sounds of Stagnancy
I drink from your hot and wet lips of lust
The ring you wear makes it taste just like brine
I eat from my cold and dry heart of love

Sounds and sounds of Diversion
What you do with your long nails is pleasure
We hide in cars wallowing in passion
What I do with my fingers is delight

Sounds and sounds of WhetherMan
Hiding nervously as the thunder rolls
Wait for the gentle caress of could nine
Hiding cautiously as the lighting strikes

Sounds and sounds of skepticism
Please put away the plumb of suspicion
Don't lie, you know how deep I feel or you
Please open up the tempest of certainty

Sounds and sounds of Secrecy
My ugly shoes do not go there anymore
The stairway still waits with dust and passion
Your pretty heels do not come here anymore

Sounds and sounds of Conundrum
Have you come into my cold life to stay
I don't think you will ever be decisive
Have you gone into his cold bed to leave

Sounds and sounds of Blasphemy
The moan and wails you yell into the room
Rapture from your lips in a foreign land
The sounds of voice I sing into your ear

Sounds and sounds of Pollution
The part of me that swims inside of you
Eco this. Eco that. I'm sorry world.
The part of you that lives inside of me

Sounds and sounds of Transgression
Had to push my feelings deep inside me
Just let the current of emotions flow
Had to let my feelings wash over me

Sounds and sounds of Hydration
I'm the desert when you are not near
Parched, describes my life, just right, with out you
You're the water when I am this thirsty

Sounds and sounds of Division
Once there was no sunshine when she was gone
Now I'm only happiest when it rains
Now there is no sunshine when you are here

Sounds and sounds of Waterline
You fill me with such grand inspiration
Shake and tremble with out your bodies warmth
You drain me of such ill desperation

Sounds and sounds of Agony
I have come to fear the water of life
You are the island in the far distance
I have come to fear the leak in the boat

Sounds and sounds of Optimism
Roots of the river now touch the ocean
Sea of love around scavenger me
Tides of the river turn from the ocean

Sounds and sounds of Slavery
It's true that now we are set free to love
You say I take it too deep to fathom
It's true that now we are confined to sex?

Sounds and sounds of Changeover
Ride one was a new and exciting start
Now there's a drama you tried to avoid
Ride two was an old and dramatic end

Sounds and sounds of Terminus
Is this the end of all we never had
The train never arrives it just derails
Maybe we pick up our love and continue

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Working hard

So my dad decided to take a vacation for the next two weeks. I knew that he was going to be working on the house so I was pretty excited. When my dad and I work together we always seem to bond more. In comparison to the NO bonding we do any other time. I'm serious we do not really talk about anything so when he does do work I'm right there to help.

So on Monday I wake up at 5:30 in the morning. Why, do you ask. I have no idea why I get up at that time. It's one of those things that my eyes snap open and I have no desire to go back to sleep and no desire to get up. So I make a phone call to some one who I knew would also be foolish enough to be awake. We talked for a while and when we hung up I went back to sleep.

I wake up aggravated. There is all this noise above me like my brother and sister are playing upstairs. I think to myself: "Jesus, can't these kids play quietly upstairs. I mean, they have the entire upstairs and they have to make noise." Then it dawns on me that my room is in the attic and I AM in the upstairs. I realize that my dad is outside ripping the roof off the house. I get up and put some clothes on and get ready to help him.

I climb up ladder and remember that I hate heights. My mom took pictures but I realized that if I waited for those pictures it would be weeks before I had them.

I bring out the palm pilot.


The roof after we ripped off all the shingles. Then we ripped off some of the rotting wood up above. The pink stuff is the insulation and a small barrier that could separate a miss placed foot from going into my room.


A closer look of the roof and the pink stuff. That little brown thing is what we had to stand on while we ripped off the roof. I also what I hung on to while I pried out what felt like 50 billion nails off the roof. You see the green spot and the arm ... thats my dad.


A view from above at all the crap we threw down. That blue thing is the top of the ladder. We threw all the stuff onto the deck that we built last summer. We forgot to put plastic down.


A picture of me doing what ever.


Me sitting on the roof looking at my neighbor. That man is weird. Before he trims the hedges he puts plastic down so the clipping do not get on the grass. Thats just weird. It's amazing how much that roof gets hot after so little heat. I almost cooked my ass sitting there. Do you like my sister ... she is the one behind the camera. Yeah she climbed up to the roof.


A picture of my dirty butt. No comments please ... but you can use this as your computer wallpaper.


I hurt my finger pulling out all those nails. I made my dad buy me 15 dollar gloves. What can I say the women of the world depend on my gentle yet masculine touch. You know the worst part was not ripping off the skin. When I put on the liquid band-aid, which smelled like finger nail polish, it stung like hell. I really screamed and I had to pump myself up to put on another layer.

Well right now he is cleaning up and I have to get ready to go to work.

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Comics To Film

OK since Fish flat out refuses to ever talk to me about movies I have a great post for him.

Last time my friend from Jersey hung out, MY Friend, Monkey_God, Qubeley, and I went to Mount Ivy Dinner and talked about comic book movies. So here I preset in order the best comic movies. The Best one is at the bottom. This is not just my opinion here. There were four of us at the table and this is all our opinion.


THE LIST:
Captain America
Tank Girl
Judge Dredd
Batman Forever
Batman & Robin
Superman 3
Hulk
Superman 4
LXG
Daredevil
Hellboy
Spawn
Punisher
Superman
Batman Returns
X-men
Batman
Spider-Man
Superman 2
X2

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Another Recap

OK so I know I haven't written anything in a long while but come one I have been busy.

Well Last Monday was a blast. Did some shopping but my friend and I mostly went to the Museum Of Natural History and the Planetarium. Then went to China Town on Canal Street. First we went to Pearl Paint store on Canal. Looked through all six floors of art supplies. Very cool stuff. Then we got some really good Chinese pastries. I have not had that stuff in a long time. Got a new sword. My friend called me as I was going back to my car and asks me if I want to practice with the boken. Well by the time I drove from 42nd Street up to exit 14 on the Palisades all the light was gone. Well we tried to use back yard lights but since I could not see the wrong block got me whacked in the middle finger.

Rest of the week uneventful until Thursday. Went to see the play Bombay Dreams. Very cool stuff. Loved walking around the city in my tan suit and going to the theater. The rain kinda sucked but hey can not complain any more than that. Bought the soundtrack for the play and I have been listening to it religiously.

Friday went into the store for a second to look at the schedule. But then went to Best Buy to buy a present. Drive down to Jersey to visit my friend. He is moving down to Florida. I do not like it. I hate the fact that I am going to loose another friend. I mean we will still talk but I don't think it will be the same. Well we had a great time. We went to see Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash in Red Bank. We got there too late and the store was closed. That was Friday night. Saturday we went to the beach. That was cool. We hung out in the water and then drew pictures in the sand. It was weird because he kept drawing pictures of the sun rising on the horizon. I wonder if that means something to him, or to me for that matter. The interesting thing was working on this art and then letting the ocean wash it away. Some how it was relieving because all your worries seemed to wash away. Sunday left my friends house with a whole bunch of his stuff that he was getting rid off. Two more computers and two more monitors that I do not know what to do with. If anyone out there needs a no guaranty included monitor please contact me. I have no idea what to do with this stuff. Packed my little car with so much stuff I did not think it would all fit. But I made it home.

Today I helped my dad work on the roof of our house. Hurt myself but had a great time. More on that later.

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Peace out y'all...

Bad Egg!!!

Well anyway so I was going to make Deviled Eggs today. I figured I could sit by the lake on the grass just eating some food. For a while on Mondays I have gone and just laid under a tree and read and wrote the day away. I was going to do that today but not now. Why? Because I am going shopping. This girl from work talked me into going into the city and meeting her there so we could go window shopping. It'll be cool. Nothing like looking at five billion things that you never intend to buy. I want to go to the army-navy stores on canal street. So anyway since I am not going to make Deviled Eggs I will give you the recipe.


Ingredients:
6 hard-boiled eggs
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 1/2 teaspoons mustard
1 tablespoon of pickle juice
1/4 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
freshly ground black pepper
salt
paprika
--Halve the eggs; scoop yolks into a small bowl. Mash well; add mayonnaise and mustard until desired consistency is reached. Stir in Worcestershire sauce and pickle juice. Taste and add salt and pepper to taste. Using a pastry bag, fill egg white halves. If desired sprinkle with a little paprika.


Remember that episode of "Gilmore Girls"

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5. Come Monday

Well this is a weekend in review:

Friday:
Friday my friends and I went to see Chronicles of Riddick. Holly crap!!! This movie was tolerable up until the moment where Vin Diesel opens his mouth. Corky from "Life Goes On" was more articulate than this guy. The apex of his vocabulary was the word, "incredible." That's right, the usage of four syllables were the pinnacle of this Neanderthals linguistic skills. "Incredible." He said it like he read it off the back of a cereal box. This dude was so bad he reminded me of some of the loss prevention officers that I have in my store. And the are people who are attracted to that. How can you like that stuff? Cromagnon Man has a better grasp of the American lexicon. What do you want? Just to get smashed over the head with a club and dragged into the cave. [grunts in frustration.]

After the movie I went to the bar and hang out there for a while. Then qubeley, monkey_god and I went to the Hudson river shore and skipped stones for an hour. It was great. Eleven a clock and I am teaching qubeley how to skip stones while holding a Grilled Stuffed Burrito from Taco Bell. I like those times the best. Just the three off us. My favorite is hanging at the train tracks.

Saturday:
Went to Khan's Restaurant for monkey's birthday. While I was waiting for them to arrive I went across the street to buy some candy. I was so oblivious as to what I was doing because of where I was that I almost got hit by a car. I was just looking down and this car came flying by just 12 inches in front of my face. Then the only other strange thing that happened was while I was balancing on this divider I saw this Morning Glory plant that was growing by the side of the road. The flowers were beautiful because they were all open. They were almost staring back at me as I looked at them. Then I noticed something else. The Morning Glory was growing right next to a Poison Ivy Plant. They were actually wrapped around one another. They seemed like they needed one another. The Morning Glory to provide the beauty and the ivy to provide the protection. This symbiotic love seamed to make them greater then the sum of their parts. Totally different but together they become stronger.

The food was great. The company was awesome. Some how it didn't feel as weird as I thought it would. God-damn memories. BD decided that he was not going on beyond the night. We hung out there for a while and then went to K-mart and then Denny's. The three of us just sat around talking. G-rod and I were talking about the cute girls on TechTV. I mentioned Megan Morrone. She was on the channel before he started watching it. She is not really a looker but she has this sort of nerdy cuteness that I think makes her attractive. I used to work with someone like that. Who else would look cute with a "Blue Screen of Death" T-Shirt on.




The whole way back I was so tired I just slept the whole drive down ... and I wasn't driving this time.

Sunday:
Well went to work and it sucked. Ran the third floor by myself for three hours. The greatness that is managerial planning was seriously lacking. Oh well I at five I told the manager that I was leaving at six. She told me she didn't want to let me go at six. I told her I did not ask for permission. I was telling her I was leaving and that's that.

Finally the only other thing that happened this weekend was the Puerto Rican Day Parade. Man does this stuff piss me off. Now my friends know my as a racially understanding guy. You would never hear me say something bad another persons culture or mannerism. ;-) You know that I would. I love making fun of my own people. Why? Because there dumb-asses do it to themselves. How many people have devoted themselves to unifying America into one sovereignty. They have tried to break down barriers of racial division that were truly evil. The Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Linda Brown from Brown vs the Board of Education. Not to mention Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Jr., Mohandas Gandhi. Do they not see that segregating themselves, even voluntarily, creates a rift in society that counters everything others before them have done. What others have been killed to bring for them. God-damn BET channel. It would not surprise me if a few people got back on a boat and started America v2.0 some where else because now they can weed out all the bugs from the system. Do you thing as minorities we would come together and try to assimilate as best we can into society... No. What do these people want to do? They want to have a parade celebrating their culture. So in honor of their culture I provide this...


Here comes Monday.

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Growing Older But Not Up

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Sorrow

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

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Speechless

Move along. Nothing more to see here.

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More Chickens!!!

Ok at Denny's we were talking about cool web sites well here it is.

SubservientChicken.com

This website is a guy in a chicken outfit with teeth and a garter belt who stands around his living room waiting for you to tell him stuff to do. There is a text box at the bottom and he will act out what ever you want him to say. The only problem is that this chicken has a camera and the ability to amuse

Things to tell him to do:
dance like John Travolta
find weapons of mass destruction
cross the road
eat KFC
yoga upward dog
take off mask
tango

Here comes the science. This guy (his name is Jordan BTW) has very cleverly created a shockwave site. You type out a question or sentence, and in this case his 'shockwave-bot' serves up a shockwave file that closely approximates the appropriate action by key word or phrase; sit, stand, jump, etc..

His .swf directory is quite extensive.

ok tell me what you made the pore chicken do. Talyn be nice to him don't tell him to eat kittens or something.

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X-Mas Time

So I just woke up looking forward to X-Mas ... Ok I'm not looking forward to X-Mas I just wanted someone to buy me this.

It'll wait while you look ....

Come on it's rubber chickens. A dozen for less than seven bucks. I can imagine a planet where every third-world child has a chicken as a pet. Just think about it ... the Joker never had it this good. Now he can buy anti-Batman weapons over the internet.

(dodges qubeley's attack)

Oh forget. I'll see you guys when I get out of work. I'm off to the grind stone.

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Caught With Your Smarty-Pants Down

Ok so for the last couple of months I have been leaving work early so I can pick up my sister from school. My mother enrolled her in an after school science program. It's great. She seems to enjoy it and the time we spend together on the playground talking about what she learned is also great. She is really reaching me a lot about theoretical Astrophysics, quantum mechanics and Dark Matter.

The one thing that I hate about it are these irritating soccer moms that talk on their cell phones the hole time and have the urge to park right on the fire zone. Nothing irritates me more than a lazy mother that does not want to walk more than 20 feet to pick up their osh kosh bgosh child. You know the kind that tries to be safe by diving an SUV. Well maybe it you were not holding a phone up to their ear while driving it would actually be safe. You know aside from the high tip-over rate that SUV's have they are really save. But I know what they have to say ... It's in case of the snow. Guess what stupid, this is Rockland County. They close schools for 2 inches of snow. Where are you going to take your child in the snow. I got it!!! They ARE driving their SUV's because of the snow. With the amount of Fossil Fuels that we are burning in 15-20 years we won't have any snow. EVER.

Well anyway so I got home from work and I did not leave right away because my sister is never released by 4:30 like they said. She gets out at 4:45. Well I don't want to wait at the schools with all the MILF's. They irritate me too much.

Well for the past god knows how many weeks, all I have heard Wednesday nights is, "Don't forget to pick up your sister. Don't forget to pick up your sister. Don't forget to pick up your sister." And the same today. I got so aggravated that I just yelled, "Hey I know what time I have to leave. I'll go when I go." I knew what I was doing and I left my house at 4:30 and arrived at the school at 4:40. A whole 5 minutes early. Wouldn't you know it that today was the last day so they let the kids out early. She was waiting for me. It was only a couple of minutes she said and I don't think I left any abandonment scars but I still feel stupid.

Believe me I know. I had to deal with after school abandonment too when I was a kid. Or as the called it then "Latchkey." The program ended at 6:00pm. My parents got out of work at 3:30. Boy did that suck having to wait there past six for my parents with a very angry teenager. These people were willing to give me five bucks, call a cab and wish me 'best of luck.'

Oh well but it's official. This is an advanced apology for my sister for when she she gets on live journal... Five years from now.

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TETSUO!!!

How about this to drool over. I just watched akira last week so I know how hot this is for some of us. I know this meas like two other people but come on. The best thing is that this is not just some replica. This is a real bike people. It has a twin-steering system and 249-998cc water-cooled 4-cycle engine. Its cockpit is DVD-navi-system + trackball & ten-key + custom computer-controlled LED meters. These are all licenced by the author and the publisher of Akira.


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More Quiz

You are water. You're not really organic; you're neither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acid and a base at the same time. You're strong willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready to flow. So while you often seem worthless, without you, everything would just not work. People should definitely drink more of you every day.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?

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Road Trip

From the website The Homestead and The Evergreens

The Emily Dickinson Museum: The Homestead and The Evergreens consists of two historic houses in the center of Amherst, Massachusetts, closely associated with the poet Emily Dickinson and members of her family during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The Homestead was the birthplace and home of the poet Emily Dickinson. The Evergreens, next door, was home to her brother Austin, his wife Susan, and their three children.

The Emily Dickinson Museum is dedicated to educating diverse audiences about Emily Dickinson’s life, family, creative work, times, and enduring relevance, and to preserving and interpreting the Homestead and The Evergreens as historical resources for the benefit of scholars and the general public.

Almost 3 hours. Check this out.

Oh I'm going. Even if I have to drag one of my friends with me. All I got to say is: someone better learn how to drive stick quick because I'm going.

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Origin

As a kid my parents and I used to watch Quantum Leap. A great SciFi show with Scott Bakula and Dean Stockwell. Well over time my parents lost interest and we stopped watching it. Later on while I was in high school I got into it. The TV show had ended and I was still watching it. Anyway. There are a few episodes to talk about before we can continue with our lesson.

--- Episode #44: Future Boy – October 6, 1957
Sam leaps Kenny Sharp, better known as "Future Boy", sidekick to Moe Stein, host of the kid's show, "Time Patrol," who also happens to be building a time machine in his basement. Unless Sam can prevent Moe's daughter from attempting to have her father committed, Moe is destined to be killed as he tries to hop a freight train. The point of the story is that at the end Moe Stein gets a letter from a boy that is wondering about time travel. Moe tells him that time travel is better explained using a piece of string. If you can crumple the time line into one big ball than you will be able to jump from point to point. This is the same explanation that Sam got from Al in the first episode. The reason for this is because the little boy who sent the letter is Sam Beckett as a young man. The show and this explanation is the whole basis for his work on Quantum Mechanics.

--- Episode #31: M.I.A. - April 1, 1969
Sam leaps into an police officer, Al explains that his mission is to convince a navy nurse that her MIA husband is still alive, and to prevent her from marrying a lawyer she meets on the day Sam leaps in. Sam later discovers that the nurse is Al's first wife and he is the MIA husband. But since that is not Sam's mission he can not do anything about it. So she ends up marrying the lawyer and Al looses her.

--- Episode #97: Mirror Image – August 8, 1953
Sam lands in a not-so-ordinary bar in a coal-mining town, where strange things are happening and familiar people don't know him. With the help of another Al, he realizes that he has to go back and change something. He goes back to April 1, 1969. There he tells Al's wife that he truely is coming home and that she should not remarry. So this changes everything. Al never joins the Quantum Leap project and thus Sam never comes back home.

This episode moved me very much and I really felt bad because of the ending I saw how important friendship is. I know it seems kind of stupid to take it out of a TV show but hey you should have seen the 'quantity' of friends I had in high school.

Where does Episode 44 come in you may ask. Well while sitting in the bar he sees a clip of a 1955 TV show called Captain Z-RO. The introduction was redone so the role of the captain was played by the same actor who played Moe Stein in Episode 44.

I thought this was cool. Later during my brief stint in college this girl I was hanging around with a lot was helping me make my hotmail account. She asked me what I wanted as my user name. I am not really sure what possessed me to use that. I think I had used it before while I was on AOL but I'm not sure why I used it then either. But all I know is that from that moment on I will be ZroMan . . .

P.S. the episode sysnopsis were ripped off http://www.tvtome.com and I feel bad about it. But there is no way in hell I'm going to remember all of that crap.

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