JamesSavik

Avoid veterinarians at all cost- even if they have tuna and/or shrimp. They have evil plans. My own nicknames have been Beast, Viking, Bear and Misha. Beast dates back to early teens. My circle of friends were X-men fans and gave each other names for the X-men that we were most like. Misha was a pet name by a Russian guy I dated for a while at Oak Ridge. Difficult relationship. He broke into Russian during sex and I was never sure if that was good or bad. Viking is something they called me in college- large angry blond guy, go figure. Bear is fairly recent in origin and refers to size and temperment.

Some people only learn by pain. Stand well clear- avoid being collateral damage.

People don't understand why I can't stand Colbert. He is a popular political satirist which takes idiotic positions and defends them with a straight face. I live in the South and that's how ALL of our politicians act so Colbert just ain't that damned funny to me. At least we're not alone in Mississippi. There is always Poland.

First: It sounds like he's married. If so, DO NOT- repeat- DO NOT get involved. The family will always be #1 and you will be the hobby. Second: he might have you pegged as someone who is playing games. After allowing him to do whatever at the bar and then you didn't go home with him, you sent very mixed signals. A lot of younger guys try to play older guys for various things and they know it. If he has been burned before, he won't go there again.

Italy muzzled scientist who foresaw quake 06 Apr 2009 11:22:00 GMT Source Link Source: Reuters By Gavin Jones ROME, April 6 (Reuters) - An Italian scientist predicted a major earthquake around L'Aquila weeks before disaster struck the city on Monday, killing dozens of people, but was reported to authorities for spreading panic among the population. The first tremors in the region were felt in mid-January and continued at regular intervals, creating mounting alarm in the medieval city, about 100 km (60 miles) east of Rome. Vans with loudspeakers had driven around the town a month ago telling locals to evacuate their houses after seismologist Gioacchino Giuliani predicted a large quake was on the way, prompting the mayor's anger. Giuliani, who based his forecast on concentrations of radon gas around seismically active areas, was reported to police for "spreading alarm" and was forced to remove his findings from the Internet. Italy's Civil Protection agency held a meeting of the Major Risks Committee, grouping scientists charged with assessing such risks, in L'Aquila on March 31 to reassure the townspeople. "The tremors being felt by the population are part of a typical sequence ... (which is) absolutely normal in a seismic area like the one around L'Aquila," the civil protection agency said in a statement on the eve of that meeting. "It is useful to underline that it is not in any way possible to predict an earthquake," it said, adding that the agency saw no reason for alarm but was nonetheless effecting "continuous monitoring and attention". As the media asked questions about the authorities' alleged failure to safeguard the population ahead of the quake, the head of the National Geophysics Institute dismissed Giuliani's predictions. "Every time there is an earthquake there are people who claim to have predicted it," he said. "As far as I know nobody predicted this earthquake with precision. It is not possible to predict earthquakes." Enzo Boschi said the real problem for Italy was a long-standing failure to take proper precautions despite a history of tragic quakes. "We have earthquakes but then we forget and do nothing. It's not in our culture to take precautions or build in an appropriate way in areas where there could be strong earthquakes," he said. _________________________________________________________ Looks like the Sci-Fi network is going to have to get a new plot template for their made for TV movies: Italy has apparently confiscated it.

WBS- I think the said mentioned racoon was heroic and a credit to his species. After all, if that pervert is going to take a poke at a raccoon, he'll take a poke at anything and none of us beasts are safe. JS

Raccoon bites off man's penis Perth Now! Source Link January 27, 2009 11:00am A RAGING raccoon has bitten off a pervert's penis as he tried to rape the animal. Alexander Kirilov, 44, was on a drunken weekend with friends when he leapt on the terrified animal.

Magneto was right. We must kill all humans.

Those are the ones that make life interesting my friend.

Hold your applause. If history is any guide, there will be a constutional amendment on the ballot and the voters will quash it. Iowa is Middle America and you can bet the anti-gay marriage groups will pump enough money into the state to float a battleship.

Just Another Old Tired Stereotype If you go by the way people sound, you'll find that many effiminate sounding guys are actually str8.

Have you ever considered voice recognition software? You speak, it types. Messages me and I'll give you some links to look at. Take care Pal.

My own work, humble as it may be, would be illegible chicken scratchings were it not for the noble efforts of Jan the Talon Rider!

Nope- got away clean on that one.

there was the time i broke into the board room, took the chairs apart and put whoopie cushions in the seats the next day I appeared before the board to discuss a budget matter I managed to keep a poker face despite all the stuffed shirts making farting noises every time they moved. By the time the meeting was over, I was biting my lip and sweating. Finally I made out to my car to go to lunch I laughed until I had tears in my eyes. Then I pulled out the micro cassette recorder that I had in my coat and listened: Chairman: I here by call *poot* this meeting of the board *whomp, brappel* of directors {braaap} to order... {burrrummnp}

Some years ago I was robbed at gunpoint by a crack head. Not just any crackhead- it was one that I knew. I knew him before he was crazy for the crack. Nice guy. I met him at a party and we even slept together a few times. Several years later I'm handing over my cash to him while staring down the barrel of a stolen gun. He gets twenty bucks or so and heads off. Years later he comes up to me and says- I'm clean and part of my 8th step I'm supposed to make amends. Yakkety, yakkity. Tries to manipulate me, play me. I'm in the program too so I know all about that. I take my amends and he wants to be friends again. I told him that the program says that you have to make amends. It doesn't say that I have to forgive & forget. The last time I saw you I was looking down the barrel of a gun. If I never see you again, it'll be too f-ing soon. Least you think that I'm a heartless bastard, if he had made one wrong move that night, one of us would have ended up dead. I won't willing allow someone that done that anywhere near me.

would rather go fishing.

Fantasies are a dime a dozen. After the first few thousand, they lose their charm. It is the stories that illuminate something about the human condition that stand the test of time. It is said that there are no heroes: just ordinary people who find themselves in extraordinary circumstances. When we as writers manage to capture even a modicum of this reality, we have created something extraordinary.

Nuff said.

In Elizabethan times cousin was a polite euphemism used by ladies for their younger lovers.

forgiveness- It's what you do when you can't get revenge. That and drink a lot.

The oddest thing I've ever done is running over myself. Yup. I ran over myself. Years ago I got hold of an old Toyota truck pretty cheap. It had some problems but nothing I couldn't fix. After a new radiator, plugs, plu wires, water pump and hoses, fuses, a new wiring harness, cleaning the injectors- finally the old Toyota was ready to run. Living close to the Natchez Trace, I used it for a test runs. I took the old truck twenty miles North. When I stopped to check under the hood and turn around, I dropped the gear shift (which I was unfamiliar with) into reverse instead of neutral. As I stepped out of the truck, it started going backwards- open door knocking me down and the left front tire running over my right leg. Stunned by my old trucks act of defiance, I jumped up and chased down the runaway. When I got home I had to get the ground in gravel out of my shin and I had a big bruise on the other side of my leg in the shape of tire tred. I sold that evil truck as soon as I could.

It's all a matter of perspective.

If we were only meant for one, why are there hundreds of flavors of ice cream? Look- get over this hetero-sexist bunk. Abstenance only works with retarded religious fanatic rednecks- oh wait. It doesn't work for them either.

Here I am hanging out reading.