fire in cairo

(Dollar to the person who gets the title without Google.)

Rather than be depressed about recent events, here you go: mindless filler.

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1. What is your name?
SF

2. What color underwear are you wearing now?
white

3. What are you listening to right now?
The Cure - Boys Don't Cry

4. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number?
57

5. What was the last thing you ate?
Mentos

6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
cornflower

7. How is the weather right now?
muggy as a mofo

8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Godmother

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?
a) tits, no wait, eyes
b) hands

10. Favorite Food?
Fettucine Alfredo

11. Favorite Drink?
Cherry Coke

12. Favorite Alcoholic Drink?
Shirley Temple

13. Favorite place to shop:
Wuxtry

14. Hair color:
Blonde

15. Eye Color:
steel blue

16. Do you wear contacts?
No

17. Top or Bottom?
Hehehe... Depends... What ever she's into :)

18. Favorite Month?
October

19. Favorite Fast Food?
Burger

20. Last Movie you Watched?
can't remember

21. Favorite Day of the Year?
January 11

22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Shy is not the word. Perhaps "scared shitless" is more apropos

23. Summer or Winter?
Fall

24. Hugs or Kisses?
Any affection is alright by me

25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate

26. Do you want your friends to respond back?
Meh

27. Who is most likely to respond?
Twiggs

28. Who is least likely to respond?
Josef Ratzenberger

29. What books are you reading?
Preacher, Transmetropolitan, Miracleman, Maus (comics count, right?)

30. Favorite TV Shows?
Looney Tunes, ESPNews, Lucha de Vuelte

31. What's on your mouse pad?
Food stains

32. Favorite board game?
Stratego

33. What did you do last night?
Shot a man just to watch him die

34. Who is your favorite author?
Heller or Vonnegut

35. Who inspires you?
My spiritual advisor the right honorable Yogi Harvey Steinmetz

36. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
Buttered

37. Dogs or cats?
Depends what breed. Bulldogs, pugs, and boston terriers, and almost any cat

38. Favorite Flower(s)
What kind of bullshit question is this?

39. What do you say when you wake up in the A.M.?
"Fuck. It happened again. Only sixteen more hours of this shit"

40. Do you still talk to your best friends from middle school?
In a manner of speaking, yes.

41. What's on your desk?
CDs, mentos, books, alarm clock, phone, lamp, monitor

42. Rock Concert or symphony?
Either

43. Play or Opera?
Play

44. Have you ever fired a gun?
Oh yes. Looking to buy another, too.

45. Do you like to travel by plane?
Never have

46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
Right

47. Smooth or Chunky Peanut Butter?
Doesn't matter

48. How many pillows do you sleep with?
Four or five in strategic positions creating a fortified bunker around my body as I sleep

49. City and State you were born in?
Athens, Georgia

50. Ever hitchhiked?
No

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These require so little effort. Wonderful.

Brief synopsis of my day: got up, did invitations for graduation, went outlet shopping, ate barbecue, did meaningless blog filler, typing this.

Did everyone learn their alcoholic limits? I haven't gotten any phone calls originating from the county jail, so I assume I don't have to go bail anyone out.

I'll be offering absolution by phone if necessary, all this weekend. It's a special we're having: First penance half off.

death of an athlete

Chris Candido died last night. He was 33.

Most of you don't have a clue who he was.

He was the last bastion of southern-style professional wrestling mixed with a new-school attitude. He was a phenomenal wrestler who could have a good match with anyone. He was a good man by all accounts, who had finally cleaned up and gotten off of the narcotic demons that had plagued him since he was in his early twenties.

He took a bump awkwardly in the first minute of a match on Sunday which was broadcast over Pay-Per-View television.

He was rushed to the hospital that night and was found to have broken his tibia and fibula and to have dislocated his heel. The prognosis was good, and he was expected to be out no more than three months, because the breaks were all clean and did not break the skin.

He showed up to the television tapings on Tuesday, and worked several angles (vignettes).

Yesterday, he was eating dinner when he collapsed.

He was rushed to the hospital where he underwent surgery.

He died on the table from complications from a blood clot during surgery.

Chris Candido, who went through both the WWF and ECW, mostly while under the influence of narcotics, died not of an overdose, but of a simple blood clot.

He had finally escaped the throes of addiction. His life was turned around. He was booked in several feds, including TNA, JAPW, IWA:MS, and various smaller indies. He was most likely going to be involved in the ECW reunion shows later this year.

He and his wife, Tammy, had gotten their lives back on track.

And then this happens.

If I ever were to doubt the existence of a kind and benevolent God, this would be the time. However, sometimes (like this), my faith is the only thing that gets me through the day.

When I woke up today, I thought it would be a good day. I've got very little work to do, and after next week, I'm practically done for the year. I was going to write a couple of song reviews for here in my spare time. Now, I've got that pit-of-my-stomach feeling that doesn't go away for a couple of days.

Life's funny sometimes.

My prayers go out to Tammy, Chris' family, and Sonny Siaki. My condolences to all who knew him personally, and all those who, like me, only got to see him in the ring as a great performer. Please include Chris and those around him in your prayers.

Rest in Peace. You Will Be Missed.

he stopped loving her today

(note: this is the first in a series of possible "greatest songs ever written" essays. Enjoy.)

"He Stopped Loving Her Today"

Written by Bobby Braddock and Curly Putnam

Definitive version recorded by George Jones

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He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

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This is the definitive heartbreak ballad. None of that "my wife left me, my dog ran away, and I can't do a thing with my hair" bullshit. Some of the rawest emotion ever put onto wax is embedded into this song. It perfectly captures the sense of longing and heartache that comes with unrequited love.

For every shoegazing emo kid in hightops, a sweatervest, and hornrims who picked up a Cure album when his girlfriend dumped him, there are three good old boys who wanted nothing more than to drink away their sorrows when their best drinking buddy popped a quarter into the jukebox and played this song.

This is possibly the only time you are allowed to cry over a girl, according to the macho posturing rules passed down from our forefathers. When beer won't erase the memory, dealing with the loss and rejection while listening to George Jones is the only solution.

It sounds exactly like you feel when you've lost your dream lover, and that's due in part to George's rocky relationship past. He, at this time, had gone through three wives, but still had to see his latest ex, Tammy Wynette, every day on tour and in the studio. He was confronted every day with his romantic failures.

Perhaps this is why he turned to drink and drug.

Perhaps this is why he was arrested on live television in Nashville for drunk driving three years after recording this song.

Perhaps this is why he could infuse this somewhat cutesy song with so much angst and pathos.

Perhaps this is why this is the greatest song ever written.

killing joke

Here's my idea:

Everyone who visits this site semi-regularly submits a 200-1000 word essay on what you think the greatest song ever written is.

Anything from Barber's Adagio for Strings to Lil Flip's Game Over will be up for grabs.

I will write three or four of these over the next few days to give some idea of what I'm after. The first? A country song that can bring any man to tears.

Anybody who submits one that's half-decent gets posted on the main page. Your work will be read by literally tens of people.

If I get a good outpouring of response (doubtful, but please prove me wrong) we can go for books and movies next.

I expect most of you to at least half-ass something together. Think of all the things I do for you...

On second thought, just do it, because it'll be fun. And it's good writing practice for most of us.

But first, I must write a one-page theatre review for Drama.

The work of art?

That masterpiece of film entitled "Half-Baked".

And no, I can't copy over my thrashing of "Pretty in Pink" and change a few names.

Although that would be funny.

crush with eyeliner

So I've been doing double duty: I've been reading depressing comics (Maus, Miracleman, Transmetropolitan) and listening to depressing music (The Cure, Weezer's Pinkerton, The Outfield).

No, you don't really think "depressing" when you think "the Outfield". You think more along the lines of "slightly annoying British power-pop band with a funny yet culturally-biased name". But listen to "Your Love" and tell me it's not really depressing:

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Josie's on a vacation far away,
Come around and talk it over
So many things that I wanna say
You know I like my girls a little bit older
I just wanna use your love tonight
I don't wanna lose your love tonight

I ain't got many friends left to talk to
Nowhere to run when I'm in trouble
You know I'd do anything for you
Stay the night but keep it under cover
I just wanna use your love tonight
I don't wanna lose your love tonight
Try to stop my hands from shaking
but something in my mind's not making sense
It's been a while since we were all alone
but I can't hide the way I'm feeling

As you're leaving please would you close the door
and don't forget what I told ya
Just cos you're right that don't mean I'm wrong
Another shoulder to cry upon
I just wanna use your love tonight
I don't wanna lose your love tonight
Use your love
Lose your love
Your love

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And it doesn't help that I'm having to watch John Hughes movies for a grade. "Pretty in Pink" is the most depressing movie ever made, at least for dorks like me.

You see, every John Hughes movie is the same: the entire thing builds the dork (in this case, Duckie, Jon Cryer) to the point where he can rescue the heroine (Molly Ringwald, Andie) from the abuse the outside world hurls on her (Blane seemingly rejecting her). Then, patented swerve time, it turns out the jock doesn't despise her after all, and the dork is forced to step outside becasue he loves her so much he would rather she be happy than him.

Jocks love this movie, because it makes them feel better about themselves, because, hey, pretty people have problems too.

Dork sympathizers think it's great because the dork is treated as a hero.

Dorks hate the movie and would spit on the grave of John Hughes if possible, because we get enough of this shit in real life, and we don't need to spend $7.50 plus popcorn fees to feel rejection.

Inside the heart of every dork beats the pulse of a hardened warrior, who wants nothing more than to kill an animal, grill it, and eat it fresh from the bone, preferably while impregnating several women along the way.

Movies like "Pretty in Pink" only serve to remind us that we are still dorks. And we apparently lack that little je ne sais quoi that would allow the aforementioned access to killing, grilling, and devouring small woodland creatures.

And we will end up Duckies, not Blanes, because we are sadly not named after major appliances.

Depressing, ain't it? Maybe not. I really need to take up recreational drug use.

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner

sold american

I've got an announcement to make:

Currently, I've got around 9300 hits. At the rate I'm going, I should hit the magical five figures by the middle of May. (If I don't, I blame each and every one of you personally.)

Whoever gets the magical 10000th hit (and can provide a screenshot, preferably) gets a super-duper prize.

That prize?

The first (and perhaps only) S.Foster Original T-Shirt.

There are several designs available, to be announced later. Expect midgets and cryptic messages galore.

The first run will be made cheap, so everyone who wants one can buy one. My price will only cover cost.

I will ship anywhere in the world, even to my friends at American Forces Antarctic Network-McMurdo, Antarctica's only cable television station. Six channels and nothing's on. More information available here.

I read the entire run of X-Men 2099. For the non-comic geeks out there, it was a failed early 90's experiment by Marvel Comics to shake up the continuity. It lasted two and a half years, selling miniscule amounts.

The story telling is really good, especially considering the number of readers. Typically, when a major company's title has that few readers, the quality goes downhill pretty quick.

Here, it was more of a gradual decline, never really dropping that much, leading to a bit of a rushed final angle with Darkson and Skullfire.

Skullfire is a really interesting character, but he needed maybe ten more issues of exposition to get to his final spot. It just seemed kind of rushed.

I also read the first book of Maus, which everyone needs to read, and the first few Miracleman issues, which are really disturbing and really good. It's more of a realistic take on superheroes, and it's deliciously sinister.

Can you tell I have access to some torrents now?

And does anyone have full access to Z-Cult FM they'd like to share?

Enough for now. More later. Bye.

prom theme

Here's one that goes out to the ones who got away:

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"Prom Theme" by Fountains of Wayne

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Here we are at last
The moment soon will pass
We'll go our separate ways
We'll vanish in the haze
We'll never be the same
We'll forget each other's names
We'll grow old and lose our hair
It's all downhill from there
But tonight we'll reach the stars
We'll rent expensive cars
And dream our dreams
Of a perfect night
And we'll sing our prom theme
Here we are at last

We're running out of gas
The air is getting thick
The girls are feeling sick
We'll pass out on the beach
Our keys just out of reach
And soon we'll say goodbye
Then we'll work until we die

But tonight we feel like we're stars
We'll play our air guitars
Cause we're eighteen
It's a perfect night
To sing our prom theme

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Goodnight, everybody. Hope you had fun. If you didn't, don't blame me. Unless they took my song suggestions seriously. In which case the theme from Barney the Dinosaur is stuck in your head.

heart full of soul

I'm a little nervous about tomorrow. I have to go on an interview to determine how much money the Chamber will give me for college. I'm guaranteed to get something, but my performance tomorrow determines whether it's $500 or $2000.

At least I've got the Slaughter $1000 to fall back on. And that comes directly to me.

Plus the paltry sum the Optimists give me.

I'll have no problems paying tuition, what with HOPE, but I need to get a car and soon.

Of course, I need to be able to drive half-decently first, but isn't that more of a minor concern? I'm an okay driver, just horribly inexperienced.

Tomorrow I've got to wear the SUIT OF POWER all day, since I can't run back home before the interview. I'm going to get strange looks all day, but I don't really mind. Perhaps I can distract the teachers long enough to stave off any real work.

Speaking of which, I should be drawing a story map and motif chart for "Light in August" right now, but you don't see me rushing to my books, now do you?

Maybe after this I'll rush over to Spark, but that's about it. I've got a free day in first, plus we're watching a movie in second, so I'm not worried. The mini-cheat-group of me, Twiggs, Mooch, Yap, and McGee will do just fine. As long as we can all cheat off of McGee, that is.

Actually, now that I think about it, isn't it the stupidest idea to have big projects due the day before prom? No one's going to thinking straight.

Ah, prom. Love is in the air, soon to be replaced with the twin odors of sweet rejection and silent elation.

Remember, Monday is schoolwide Rebound Day, so cash your chips in while you can.

For those of you wondering, Sunday is Hangover Day and Tuesday is Regret Day.

Wednesday is the 27th. Were you expecting a joke?

Later, all.

still tippin'

I was sick yesterday.

Like toilet-hugging sick.

What was weirder than that (whcih, sadly, seems to be a common occurence considering my pathetic excuse for an immune system) was that I stayed hungry almost the entire day. I ate a good bit, but I was still really hungry and really nauseous at the same time.

I'm experiencing all of the benefits of DSL. It finally works consistently (connection hasn't dropped in a day and a half!). In the past twenty-four hours, I've watched wrestling from 1995, listened to music from 1968, and television from last week. I've also played Hold 'Em and Pool through Yahoo, in addition to accessing my fabulous (if I do say so myself) Launch station.

In first period, I'm doing the final exam. I should be done within a week. I'd be done by Friday, but it takes Hulsey twenty minutes to find time to check my work. Head is nowhere to be found, and three chapters behind.

Second is fine, mainly because of the people in there, but also because of Coach's now too-frequent trips to the bookstore. If you don't get that one, you don't need to.

Drama: I did a group reading of my play, got really good grades on it, but since half of the grade was peer review, I was worried that all of the jokes would fly over their heads. Turns out I only needed one or two of theb jokes to kill for them to laugh. The rest, as expected, maintained the scheduled flight plan.

Fourth: God, I hate William Faulkner, Appositives, and people who enjoy writing essays about useless subjects. That is all.

I'm listening to Mike Jones now. I've made it through the first disc, but I know the best stuff is on the second chopped and screwed disc. It's alright so far, nothing I'd go out of my way to find.

I'm so tired this week. I'm going to crash hard this weekend. I have no doubt that, if I really wanted to, I could fall asleep at 5:00 PM on Friday and sleep until at least Sunday morning.

Okay, are you monkeys satiated in your need for me to update? Good.

station blues

Why is it so bright out here? Who told the sun to come up? That's not standard operating procedure! Somebody file a bug report!

Wait, nevermind. I'm still hallucinating.

In case you were wondering, yes, I have spent the entire weekend on the internet.

I love you, BitTornado.

I've just been handed a note: apparently I have to go to an interview on the 22nd to the Chamber of Commerce to get a scholarship. I have to "plan to dress professionally". Does that mean I should break out the suit or just go with the ever popular "khakis and dress shirt" combo?

Did you have to do this one, Kate? Sounds familiar for some reason.

I've got the first live show of the new NiN tour. Anyone who wants a copy, hit me up. I've a feeling that WillBot may want this one, but anyone else, have at it.

BellSouth is coming out tomorrow to fix our DSL connection. It keeps randomly dropping out, plus it takes twenty minutes to connect most times. Then again, yesterday it only dropped twice in twelve hours.

I do, however, hate dealing with Indian tech support people. Again. Fourth one in four days. Americans need jobs, too.

Later, all.

country grammar

I'm awake now.

I had to get up at 6:20 for some reason that isn't really clear to me.

(I didn't get to sleep until 2:00, trying to finish a download that just turned out to be spyware.)

Then I went, at 10:00, to the Beta Club booksale at the wonderful Winder Wal-Mart, that last bastion of high society.

Today marks the first time I've seen a girl (mid-20's, maybe) in an electric wheelchair, with a nose ring, smoking a cigarette, with an oxygen tank stored on the back of her chair.

Only in beautiful Barrow County.

I've got a mountain of mash-ups lying around my hard drive now, thanks to the miracle of DSL.

Speaking of music, I got a reply from my cousin about the last package we sent him, which had magazines, newspapers, jerky, and gummy bears in it. He really enjoyed the package, but he had some more requests for CDs: Aerosmith and Lynyrd Skynyrd. I haven't sent him the ones I've got now, so get me what you can. Joey, I'm looking at you.

Again, I'd burn him my stuff, but all of mine's on vinyl. I've got all the original LS albums, plus Aerosmith's Rocks and Greatest Hits.

Speaking of Joey, thanks for the link. I've got a gig of Gram Parsons waiting on me when I finish this.

I wrapped up my play. Copies are available for proofreading/ridicule. Email me if you want a look-see.

(Warning: contains adult themes, but mostly juvenile humor.)

On that note, we exit. Bye!

drop it like it's hot

I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates this and last week. If it wasn't enough for my internet connection to be down most of the week, I had to write a 5-20 page play for Drama in a week.

I did it, but it sapped my creativity almost completely.

I only have so much funny to share with my adoring public.

So, I've finally got DSL. How did I ever go without it?

It took over a week to get it to work reliably. I had to pay somebody to come out here and jerry-rig the router and modem to play nice. Short version: both came preloaded with DHCP server as the default mode, plus they both operated on the same IP address. Ergo, whenever I tried to send a command to the modem through the router, half the time the router would intercept it and interpret it as an excuse to stop working. Go team.

I spent more money than I'd like to think about getting this stupid connection to work. Think of a number that would be moderately acceptable, and double it. That's about how much.

On the other hand (there's a golden band), I love my new DirecTV set up. I've got three receivers, one with the miracle of TiVo. I've got close to 300 channels (right now, for the next three months free,) and I can watch anything from cattle auctions to midget wrestling. That about covers my tastes, so I'm good.

The good side effect of having DSL is I can talk on the phone while surfing, so I don't have to keep my online jaunts particularly short anymore. Before, Imkept most surf session to one hour. Now? I've been on here three hours and havn't stopped to blink.

If you need to get in touch with me this weekend, email me, as I might not answer the phone or the door.

I'm jacked into the matrix, bitches.

randomly generated

My Iraqi Leadership name: al-Sadi Abd al-Khaliq Fulayyih Abd al-Sattar Rashid

Ghetto name: Wankmaster Teapot, Yo

Pretentious Gay Gentlemen name: The Honorable Mortimer J. Smotherstone Esq. of Westminster

Damned Hippie name: Peace Brodderick

Cantankerously Nostalgic Old Coot name: Eugene T. Yoodermeister

Ethnic Stud name: Esteban Esteves

Very British name: Terrance Butcher

Mormon name: Benteen Rossiter

Vampire Name: Aelfric Fey

(Known in some parts of the world as: Incubus of Bats and Shadows)

Thanks to Rum and Monkey for most of these.

no connection

(note: router still not fixed. here is a randomly generated entry)

Today was really tiring.

I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock was unplugged and I didn't know until this morning.

I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.

Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!

I want to tell the world that I love you all! You're all so special to me!

I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you what job you'll do when you grow up.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.

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SIMPLE QUESTIONS:
1.What time is it? 10:49 p.m.
2.What is your name? SF
3.What is your birthday? 1/11/87
4.How many sibs do you have? 0
5.What are your sibs names? N/A
6.Do you have a job? Define "job"
7.If yes, where? The magic of the internet
8. If no to #6, where do you want to work?
Da Liebarry for now, the HS eventually
9.Do you have a car? No
10.What kinda car do you have/want?
Ideally, 55 Olds. Realistically, Honda Civic

FAVORITE QUESTIONS:
11.Movie: Reservoir Dogs
12.Song: "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc
13.Band: Fountains of Wayne
14.Group: Same as above
15.Singer: Gram Parsons
16.TV Show: The Ultimate Fighter
17.TV Channel: Spice. No? ESPNews, then.
18.Actor: Steve Buscemi
19.Actress: Sylvia Kristel (look it up)
20.Comic: make mine Marvel
21.Magazine: Too many to name
22.Food: Hamburger
23.Snack: Croutons (weird, I know)
24.Drink: Cherry Coke
25.CD-ROM Game: Star Trek: Birth of the Federation
26.Board Game: Monopoly
27.Card Game: Pai Gow Poker
28.Kid Game: Red Rover
29.Number: 328
30.Cartoon: Looney Tunes
31.Character: Speedy Gonzales
32.Disney Character: None
33.Color: Gray
34.Hair Color: Red
35.Time of the day: 11:59 p.m.
36.Day of the week: Saturday
37.Week of the month: Don't care
38.Month of the Year: December

LOVE LIFE ETC:
39.Do you plan on having children: probably
40.Do you want to get married: Yes
41.How old do you wanna be when you have your first child: Don't know
42.How old do you wanna be when your married: Don't know
43.Would you have kids before marriage? Most likely not
44.What would you name the boy? Dave, Jim, John, something normal
45. What would you name your girl? Vanessa, Janet, Lynn, Deborah
46.Are you a virgin? Buh?
47.If not, do you plan on loosing your virginity ne time soon? Buh?
48.Have you had oral sex? Depends on the definition of sex.
49.Have you been past base 1? Yep.
50.Do you even know what the bases are? Hell, yeah.
51.Do you have a b/f or g/f? Not right now
52.Do you have a crush? Several dozen

EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)
53.Music/TV: TV
55.Green/Blue: Blue
56.Pink/Purple: Lavender
57.Sleep/StayUp: Sleep
58.Summer/Winter: Winter
59.Spring/Fall: Fall
60.Night/Day: Night
61.Hangin Out/Chillin: Chillin
62.Friends/Lovers: Both?
63.Cold/Warm: Warm
64.Fast/Slow: Slow
65.New/Old: New
66.Dark/Light: Dark
67.Sparkle/Shine: Sparkle
68.Peach/Plum: Peach
69.Apple/Orange: Apple
70.Laundry/Dishes: Dishes
71.Christina/Britney: Mandy F'N Moore
72.Limp Bizkit/KoRn: KoRn used to be cool. LB never was.
73.Rock/Rap: Rock
74.Pop/R&B: R+B

WHAT DO YOU THINK?
(PUT WHAT FIRST COMES TO MIND WHEN YOU SEE THE FOLLOWING WORDS:)
75.Glass: Heart
76.Shake: Twist
77.Club: Kid
78.Sing: prison
79.Loud: Lance
80.Garcia: Officer
81.Hair: of the Dog
82.Ching: Cha-
83.Money: EZ
84.Work: Weekend
85.Play: Push
86.4005: Jewish
87.Betty: Grable
88.Sarah: Espinosa
89.Dog: Days
90.Brain: Stew
91.Nick: Nite
92.Frank: Stallone
93.AM: news
94.FM: music
95.PM: aspirin
96.Morning: sunday
97.Ball: room

WHAT DO YOU THINK (WRITE WHAT YOU THINK OF THE FOLLOWING)
98.Eminem: sop singing, keep rapping
99.Rap: Crunk good, rest bad
100.Teenagers: inherent sexiness
101.Smoking: in moderation
102.Death: take me when you're ready
103.Life: cool board game
104.Drinking: in moderation
105.Bomb threats: good for a vacation day
106.Murder: Only when necessary
107.Suicide: Cheap
108.Fear: insects, snakes, failure, success

FRIENDZ:
109.Who is your best friend? I don't have just one
110.Who is the best person to hang with? Cousin
111.Who is the sweetest person? Twiggs
112.Whos the cutest person? Kate
113.Whos the nicest? Joey
114.Whos the best to talk online with? Buddha
115.Whos the most blonde: Kate
116.Whos the weirdest: Jon-Boy, maybe JS
117.Whos the craziest: same as above
118.Loudest: Me when I wanna be, otherwise Jon-Boy
119.Quietest: Joey
120.Smartest: Adam, Kate, Joey, Page
121.Quickest: Joey (at least that's what the ladies say)
123.Most Trustful: Joey
124.Most Honest: Adam
125.Most Cheerful: Nobody. We don't do "cheerful"

LAST FEW (Pointless) QUESTIONS:
126.Are you glad it's almost done? NO
127.Are you bored? No
128.What kinda mood are you in right now? Tired
129.Did you have a good day today? Not really
130.What are you doing tomorrow? Installing satellite
131.What did you do today? Register at GC
136.Do you want this to be done? Meh.
137.Do you think this is the last question? No.
138.What time is it now? 11:14
139.How long has it been since you started? 25 mins.
140:Why is pickle juice green? Chlorophyll

There you have it.

not just anybody

I need your help.

As some of you may know, my cousin is currently serving in Iraq and the surrounding region as a member of the United States Army, 1st Battalion, 69th Armor Regiment.

He and his fellow soldiers need some support, and not in the usual way.

My family has sent all of the essential supplies, such as American food, toiletries, and comfortable clothing.

What he and his fellow troops need now is a little reminder of home: music.

If you could, please send me music CDs that I can forward along to him. He took a poll of his buddies, and they agreed on country as their favorite, although they'll take anything. I have almost no country music on CD (all mine is on vinyl), so I'm not much of a help. However, I've got really good friends (hopefully).

I DON'T want original CDs. Send burned CDs, whatever kind, but focusing on newer artists such as Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, and the like.

PLEASE help if you can. If you can't help, please try to contact people who can.

To send me CDs, email me for my address.

I really appreciate your help, and I'll do my best to make it up to you, in CDs or whatever.

Thanks in advance,
SF

everyday I write the book

I updated the link list again.

I added some of everything, from wrestling to music to games to movies.

And, typing this, I see I forgot two more. They'll be added after I put this up.

Apparently, everyone is either out of town or incommunicado, so, hope you had fun by the time you read this.

Wrestlemania is tonight, and I'll try to see it live.

If I don't, the sad thing is I won't miss it all that much. Sure, it's supposed to be the biggest night of the year, but it really is hit-or-miss just like every other PPV.

I saw the HoF inductions, and what they showed was pretty good. Roddy Piper is still the man.

Am I the only one who would have like to seen a (both in their primes) Raven-Piper feud? Sure, the matches wouldn't be stellar, but think of the promos.

I've been playing more Smackdown: Here Comes The Pain, and I've finally got a good version of me, "The Natural".

With apologies to Randy Couture and Dustin Rhodes, of course.

My finisher is either the FatAssMoonSault or the Hangman's Chokehold.

All of the setup moves are based around the neck, with six different DDT variations.

Enough for now.

P.S., Notice I put up a translation box.

Now you can read my drivel in Japanese!

rest in peace

Hunter S. Thompson.

Mitch Hedberg.

Terri Schiavo.

Will Eisner.

Ossie Davis.

Sandra Dee.

Dr. Gene Scott.

John DeLorean.

Andre Norton.

Jef Raskin.

Death, take a holiday.