rknapp

There's an echidna in that picture? All I see is a hunk.

James Dean? Interesting.

Heh, Meeko, I was gonna say that the one on the right looks adorable, and both are cute!

I've rarely traveled to Miami, even when I lived a couple hours north of it in Boca Raton. Still, I've never heard of weekly trade shows, but I would think that if this was a lie, that Trevor would have figured it out sooner or later. His life has been invested in something that requires the trade, so I would think that he'd be aware of it either byt researching it himself or by word of mouth from others in the charter business. Let's not forget that his "captain" is also in the trade, and is probably fully aware of his father's business. Of course, Julie could be "in on it" if his dad is keeping such a big secret. But, that begs the question of, "Why?" Why keep his mother's possibly life away from him. Surely, she is dead. Why, or how could he have more details of her death, and the coast guard does not? Perhaps Lisa will follow through with her promised research and dig something up. Time will tell, and it seems we have to wait three days to find out.

National Lampoon's "A Christmas Vacation" is the single-greatest Christmas movie of all time. All the rest fail to emulate its greatness, and so 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th are all vacant on my list.

[Peter Griffin] Canada sucks. [/Peter Griffin] No idea why my bf wants to go there so bad...

The obvious: Dirk is not going to Miami (at least, not right away). The box likely contains more than just tax records. Certainly, it contains some, but if it has been sitting on that shelf for so long then Dirk must have some kind of attachment to it. The Goat has a woody for blond surfers. The not obvious: Where is Dirk going? What is his motive? Clearly he is ashamed, as he couldn't meet his darling son's eyes at all the morning he left. What's in the box? Did Dirk launch his own investigation of his late wife's disappearance and give up? Theory on the disappearance of the Ares: She drifted off course and did not notice due to the nature of the Triangle. Thus, while she thought she was well-away from shore, she actually got too close and nailed a reef. The reed punctured the boat, forcing it to take on water. Then, her radio equipment was cut off from the magnetism of the triangle. Sinking to her decks, she lost all power, rendering her electronics useless. The motors couldn't propel her forward, and the weight of the water rendered the sails useless. So, she continued to drift until a) she sank completely (and she will, after a while) or b ) she ran aground somewhere uncivilized. Deserted island somewhere. If we're at scenario a), then the mother is most certainly dead (heat stroke, starvation, drowning, etc.). If we're looking at scenario b ), then she could well be alive... CJ... exactly what Chrysler sedan did you have in mind? 300M? Concorde? LHS? New Yorker?

Aww, CJ did you have me in mind when you started this one? I was born in Boynton Beach and lived in Boca Raton. As far back as I can remember, my family owned a power boat and we made frequent trips to the Bahamas with our power boat club. I especially remember Bimini, and traveling home in 20 foot seas (having a 39 foot Sea Ray enabled us to power through them at full throttle... I sang "99 bottles of beer on the wall" while my sister was getting sea sick lmfao). How much do you know of the Bahamas? I remember on one of our trips, we motored up near a large wreck was that was only partially submerged. I think I remember it being a ship that ran aground and they couldn't save it, so it was abandoned. Might be a good chapter if you do more charter chapters. I forget where the wreck is, though. Google might help. Nice choice of ship BTW. My father has toyed with the idea of getting a lightly used catamaran when my parents move back to Florida. He's jumped back and forth between a sailcat and a powercat, but either way wants diesels in his next boat. EDIT: I think this is the wreck I was talking about, the SS Sapona. It was a concrete WWI ship. S.S. Sapona

In my middle and high schools, showering in the locker rooms was strictly forbidden. I wonder if public indecency laws have anything to do with it. Personally, I wouldn't reveal the family jewels for that reason. What, no more dollar menu?

After about six months I head to whoever's open when I go out and get it cut. I don't get a haircut for style, rather to get it the f- out of my eyes. It's about that time...

I worked on Black Friday. Luckily, the mob died down considerably after 1pm, when the Early Bird sale ended. There was a point when a customer asked me to find something for her in the stock room. I turned around, walked five... no, THREE steps, and another customer stopped me to ask a question. I answered and took one more step before another customer started asking me about Barbie dolls (like I f**king care that you can't find the one your little bitch daughter wants), then ANOTHER asked ANOTHER question. This was in the span of about 20 seconds, and I had moved about ten feet from the original customer. Thank GOD it's the LAST one I will ever work. Each future Black Friday will be spent in bed until noon, followed by online shopping. My favorite online retailers, Tiger Direct and Crutchfield, both had deals, though only TD got my business. They had a good deal on an HDMI cable, which is all that my sister wants for Xmas. Crutchfield still hasn't had a sale on the car radio I want, only the garbage radios or the ones that are still too expensive.

All cats are hell-born. Succubus of the kingdom animalia. This has been "A world full of evil," with your host, rknapp. Tune in next week when we discuss the dangers of women, succubus of Homo sapiens. *DISCLAIMER* We were discussing my old roommates recent choice in women, being his boss's daughter. Suffice it to say, "succubus" and "harlot" appeared a number of times.

Billy, I'm not dealing very well with the fact that you posted pictures of yourself without a shirt... and they weren't lower. Don't tell my bf I said that!

There is a chance, though a slim one. If the nefarious commercials that flooded CA and ME find their way to MY television set, heads will roll. More importantly, Comcast will have a very irate gay customer paying them a visit. I still find it hilarious that opponents of same-sex marriage seem to believe that public policy must be decided by what the people want. That couldn't be further from the truth in the case of civil rights, where what "the people want" has absolutely ZERO gravity.

He signs in more than I do, but I'll pass it along.

I hope it turns out well. We've lost Maine (a bill granting marriage rights was passed, then a Prop-8 style referendum ended it), and New Jersey is about as good as done for, Chris Christie was voted to be the next governor of NJ and one of his prominent campaign promises was to veto any marriage-equality bills that hit his desk.

I'm not sure, actually. Originally I thought it had no speed limiter at all (in which case, it would be drag limited at a little over 150 MPH). Then someone told me it actually does have a limiter, at 140 MPH due to the V-rated tires. I've only had it up to 118 MPH. *whistles innocently*

Nobody goes to church for Thanksgiving because it's not a religious holiday. American Thanksgiving has its roots in the colonial days, specifically when the first Pilgrims arrived in the New World in present-day New England and had a feast with the Native American indigenous peoples. Every fourth Thursday of the month of November, American families sit down together for a feast. Today, the day consists of families coming together, watching football (very popular), and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade as it plays out in New York City in Times Square. Afterwards, everyone sits down for a feast of Turkey, stuffing, gravy, and other assorted Thanksgiving favorites. Before dinner, most families will say a blessing and thank the Lord (or whatever their God is) for whatever fortune was bestowed upon them in the year between the current and previous Thanksgivings. That's about as religious as it gets. Most businesses are closed. Even some 24 hour convenience stores close after 3 or 4pm. Then, about 4 or 5am the following Friday morning, every retail store in the entire United States, and probably Canada as well, opens their doors to the Holiday rush with amazing sales. Indeed, the term "bloodbath" is not to be taken lightly. Last year, a Wal*Mart seasonal employee, who was working for some extra scratch so his family could have a nicer Christmas, was killed as he opened the store and the massive crowd literally ran him over, stepping on him, and killing him as they rushed after the sales. Later in the day, a certain store had run out of a particular product. The man who had purchased the last one was jumped in the parking lot and shot to death. It was a toy for little girls. Christmas consists of two parts, three if you live where I do. First, there is Christmas Eve. In my family, my parents and sister and I spend that day decorating the house. Specifically, we decorate the Christmas tree (a pine tree of some fashion, real or fake) with various lights and ornaments. Some people stick a star, or angel at the top of the tree, and some people drape tinsel on the branches, and some have a train moving around the base of the tree (we have a train set for that purpose, but have not used it in many years). Christmas presents are then laid under the tree. If there are children who believe in Santa Claus (look him up on Wikipedia), then only presents from family members are placed under it. Presents from Santa Claus won't appear under the tree until everyone has gone to bed already. Midnight Mass is popular, where people go to church at midnight (12:00am Christmas Day, though still considered to be Christmas Eve) to celebrate the birth of Christ. Christmas Day, everyone wakes up early and shares the gifts. In my area, there is a third part. If you are unfamiliar with American history, specifically, the Revolutionary war, then you should know that one of the most pivotal battles was the battle of Trenton, where General George Washington and his army of Continentals crossed the Delaware River from Pennsylvania to New Jersey, and marched to Trenton in the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Eve in 1775. There, they battled drunk/hungover Hessian troops and won. Every year, the historical society re-enacts this famous crossing on Christmas Day, and we go to see it. Later in the day, many will go to see their extended family for a holiday dinner. Again, football in the day if it is on, but otherwise just mingling, followed by dinner, followed by gift-sharing. Technically it should end there, but since the retail shopping madness was so prevalent for Thanksgiving, it should be noted for Christmas as well. With all this gift-sharing, there will inevitably be people who don't want what they received and will return it. On December 26th, the day after Christmas, retail stores are flooded with consumers wishing to return these items. I work for a retail department store, and my job during this time is to work the Return Center, specifically re-ticketing merchandise and returning it to the shelves. A whole register bank is reserved for returns for the two weeks following Christmas because of the intense backlog that resembles the long lines from only a few days prior where people were buying those items, rather than returning them. Basically I take away an entire hotel canvass-laundry cart full of returned merchandise that was returned at the front of the store and bring it to the stockroom, where an entire alcove is dedicated to sorting the returns and re-ticketing them. This goes on for the two weeks following Christmas. I don't mind, as I get MAD hours in that time! Hope that helps.

That, plus general laziness and lots of traveling. My car clubs have had me driving as far as the NE-most corner of MA, to the top of Ohio, and back. Plus lots of traveling with John. Well, I HAVE been driving it a lot. Bought it in April with 62,224 miles, and she busted 76,000 miles today. I have get a beater to keep the miles away! T_T Pft, your gay husband (or did you finally ditch Eric's gay ass?) already nurpled my nipples. -.- 2002 Chrysler 300M Special in Deep Sapphire Blue. I love it. XD Shhhhhh. To the newbies: Welcome! Feels weird to welcome someone new who is welcoming me back, but there you have it.

I didn't believe in love until he told me he had a crush on me. We celebrated out 1st anniversary as a couple last month and still say, "I love you!" every chance we get.

I'm bored right now so I thought I'd pop in after XX months of being completely inactive. How's everyone? Heh to gauge how long it's been since I logged in, look at it this way. FF did not know my login information for GA. I installed FF seconds after installing Win7x64, and that was well beyond a month ago. In fact I don't even think the Ubuntu installation preceding Win7 had that information and I did that a few months ago. Oops.

Unless you;re willing to spend over $400, don't bother with a radar detector. By the time it tells you there is a cop around the bend, he's already locked on you.

My boyfriend is a bit hairy, mostly on his tummy. I like it! Though there is such a thing as "too much" and that Sasquatch up there qualifies. He's cute... with his shirt on LOL.

So they don't want an upstanding politician who lost his life in the fight for equality at a time when equal rights was a very volatile issue. Okay, I guess Britney and Lindsay are better role models.

Why? 80% was a letter from a pissed off patron. It's a developing story, so all he could write was what happened and when, without details, since the details aren't yet known. She asked for the game score while treating so many people like crap? Anybody up for a c**t punt?