JamesSavik

Either they come down hard on Miami or there might not be an NCAA any longer. They have taken drastic and draconian actions against smaller schools for much less severe violations. The hypocrisy has got to be driving a lot of athletic directors crazy. The NCAA has given the so called "death penalty" to five schools since 1952. In division IAA it was University of Kentucky basketball program from 52-53 and Southern Methodist University football program from 1987-88.

The NCAA has no choice other than to bury the University of Miami. As hard as they have come down on small schools for minor violations, unless they really smack Miami, they look like they are playing favorites with with big money programs. They already look bad for letting Auburn outbid Mississippi State for the services of Cam Newton last year. They can't reward systemic and long term corruption with a slap on the wrist.

Currently I play Civ V on my computer. I love exploring and only fight when I have to. Online I play Outer Core and am rated # 23 on my server. I used to play RPGs until the work involved wasn't matched by player commitment. In the distant past I've played stuff like Star Fleet Battles(3 tournament wins), Command Decision, Harpoon and others. I used to play Avalon Hill classic games (before they were taken over by Wizards of the Coast and gayed up) and Game Designers Workshop.

This says it better than I ever could... Dude... the best you can hope for is to be the lab rat in a str8 guys experiment. Just say NO to str8 guys.

Coming out depends on a number of things and it's all about YOU. #1 Will you be safe? Some people are not. Others are sent to str8 camp where religious nuts f**k with their heads. #2 BE EIGHTEEN! If you are not, the adults in your life can call the shots. #3 Have a backup plan- if things go badly. #4 If you are dependent on your family for car, college or a place to live, be prepared to lose it. Unless you have a good idea how they will react, respect Murphy's Law. #5 Depending on your age, you are likely to get variations of are you sure or it's just a phase. If you are not prepared to face these questions with confidence, don't come out at all. #6 Some parents may want (or even demand) that you see a counselor, psychologist or shrink. If you do, make sure that they are not associated with a church, church run clinic or hospital. Make sure that they are a member of either the American Psychological Association or the American Psychiatric Association. #7 Unless you are EXTREMELY well versed in your religion/scripture, do no engage in religious discussions regarding homosexuality with clergy or lay people. Many religions train their people with just what to say and it's nothing that you want to hear.

Villagers accused in "magic penis" killing fear they are cursed South African villagers accused of burning a pastor to death because they thought he was using a magic penis to sleep with women now fear they have been cursed. News Desk August 14, 2011 19:21 Source Link: Global Post A village mob in South Africa, accused of burning a pastor to death for using an invisible magic penis to sleep with women in the community, now believe they have been cursed by the dead man's family. Earlier this year, 12 people from a shantytown near Malalane, South Africa, were charged with murder and arson for setting Pastor Albert Malwane of the Izwi Zion Christian Church on fire and burning down his house, the African Eye News Service reports. Community members had accused the pastor of talking to animals and using an invisible penis to sleep with women in the area. They also accused his wife of turning into a snail and terrorizing the community. One of villagers charged in Malwane's death, Sunnyboy Mthalala, died in May after vomiting blood and complaining of swollen feet, according to the news service. Now, the 11 remaining accused — nine men and three women, between the ages of 28 and 50 — believe the pastor’s family used “muti,” or traditional medicine, to place a curse on those charged in his death and make them fall ill. Pastor Malwane’s father “confirmed that a curse was released at the pastor’s funeral to haunt his son's killers,” the African Eye News Service says. The villagers were arrested in February after the pastor was dragged from his one-room shack, taken to a hill and set on fire. His house was burned down, and his wife and daughter were forced into hiding. Last week the case was postponed again in a South African court. The 11 accused are currently out on bail of R1,000, or about $140, and are scheduled to appear in court again at the end of September. In some poor, rural South African communities, superstitious beliefs can lead to the brutal killings of people accused of "witchcraft" In another such case last week, in the Eastern Cape, an elderly woman and her two children were shot and hacked to death by a group of men who suspected them of witchcraft. Earlier this year in South Africa's Limpopo province, two women were killed by villagers who accused them of being witches. The women were dragged from their homes and stoned to death, before their bodies were dragged back into a house, which was then set on fire. _________________________________

I'm creeped out that people actually watch that made-for-TV horseshit from SyFried network. It's horrible formula bullshit. I don't know why the new management bought SyFi- they don't like science Fiction and they are showing less and less of it.

Sometimes it takes a few live rounds in the right place to sort things out. Better sooner rather than later when the situation is completely out of hand.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBd4nCFqsNs Ren is a chihuahua and Stimpy is a cat. ____________________________________________ Everybody- sing along! Our country reeks of trees Our yaks are really large And they smell like rotting beef carcuses And we have to clean up after them And our sadle sores are the best We proudly wear womens' clothing And seering sandblows up our skirts! (Ren joins with Stimpy) And the buzzards, they soar overhead And poisonous snakes will devour us whole And our bones will bleach in the sun (Stimpy) That's it! (Ren & Stimpy) And we will probably go to (censored) And that is our great reward For being the Ro-oy-oy-al Canadian Kilted Yaksmen! (Stimpy) C'mon everybody! (Everyone) Our country reeks of trees Our yaks are really large And they smell like rotting beef carcuses And we have to clean up after them And our sadle sores are the best We proudly wear womens' clothing And seering sand blows up our skirts And the buzzards, they soar overhead And poisonous snakes will devour us whole Our bones will bleach in the sun And we will probably go to (censored) And that is our great reward For being the Ro-oy-oy-al Canadian Kilted YAKSMEN!

The Cure - IV I saw the smoke plume from miles away. When I arrived, the police and fire department had the whole block cordoned off. My Midtown apartment was obviously a total loss and they are hosing down the surrounding buildings to keep it from spreading. A young woman wearing a New Orleans Fire Department jacket approached me and asked, "Are you Sawyer from 2C?" "Yes Mam. What happened? Mrs. Tran kept a tight ship. Everything was up to code and inspected twice a year." She showed me a badge, "I'm Alice Miloy. I'm an investigator with the fire department. We're going to try to figure it out. Right now we're just trying to make sure everybody got out." I said, "Everybody worked so the place was pretty much empty during the day. The owners lived on the first floor. Mrs. Tran was there all the time. Her sons Hien and Gia are college age. I'm not sure where they go but they are usually both out by 7:30." Miloy asked, "What about 3B?" "3B are the Benard brothers. They work off shore and won't be back until next week." Miloy nodded and said, "Thanks Mr. Sawyer. I think that accounts for everybody." I said, "Miss Miloy, what happened here?" She said, "I can't really get into until it cools down and we can look around but right now my gut is telling me its arson." I shook my head in disbelief. "No way the Trans would be in on an insurance scam. They were straight arrows." She said, "It could be anything from a pissed off ex to a fire to cover a burglary." "What makes you think its arson?" She took an instrument off of her belt and pointed it at the fire. "This gadget tells me how hot a fire is. Most structure fires top out around 1500-2000 degrees. Take a look at this." She showed me the laser thermometer- it was reading 3700 degrees. "Unless someone had a closet full of thermite, this fire is burning too hot. There is some sort of accelerant at work here. I'll have to get the lab results but I'm sure. We see this sort of thing in high end insurance jobs- they want the structure to burn fast and completely. It burns so hot that anything inside is completely incinerated: bodies, evidence, contents. With fires that burn this hot, there'll be nothing left." * * * * * After exchanging cards with Miloy, I got in my car and headed to Pierre's for a late lunch. I made a call to a friend who owned a cheap motel in Gentilly and secured a room for a few weeks. As soon as the call was done, my phone rang. I answered, "Sawyer." "Gabe Crenshaw boss. I ran down those names for you. They are all problem kids from big money families across the South." I asked, "Problem kids?" "Yeah. Partying, drugs, DUIs and rumors. Nothing solid. According to what I've dug up they were all in some kind of trouble. Then they went away for a year and change- I don't know rehab or something. The cover story is that they were studying abroad. That's not clear. When they all got back they were model citizens." "Thanks Gabe. Write it up and email it to me. I'm beginning to think that list is important." "Sure boss." "Gabe, what are your plans for the weekend?" "I don't know. I'll probably study at the dorm." "Go see your folks in Gulfport and call me Sunday before you come back." "Is this stuff that hot?" "I'm beginning to think that it is." I finished the call and got another another one almost immediately. "Sawyer." "This is Detective Brenner. You know a kid named Frank Luckett?" I said, "Doesn't ring a bell." Brenner said, "He's a sophomore at Tulane. He had Dr. Hess for World History I and II this year. We found him dead in his apartment this afternoon." I asked, "Does it look related to the Hess case." "When we started investigating him, we found out that the Feds were looking at him. It appears that he was some kind of hacker. Same M.O. It's definitely looking like it is related." "Detective I'm beginning to get down right paranoid. Somebody torched my apartment building this morning sometime little after eleven o'clock." "Sawyer, whatever you got from Hess is like plutonium. It's killing everybody that it touches. We've got to talk, maybe get you in a safe house." I looked at my watch and said, "I've got to see a source at Oschner's Clinic at three. What you say I meet you downtown about five." "Good enough for me. Watch your back."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLzJ3tGLWxA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP0kWqJJZa4

Okay, now back to the terrifying wildlife of Australia; That spider, BTW, is the dreaded Australian Huntsman spider, and they do get that big (close to a foot across!). They are also noted for their habit of coming into houses, and are nightmarishly fast. Most Australians have a personal scary huntsman spider story to tell; it's very widespread. *CRAPS PANTS & FAINTS*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4dL0lv72oM

I'm not much for the supernatural. Myths and superstitions don't scare me. It took seeing Alien for me to appreciate horror. Vampires and werewolves and all that other junk- bah! Stories old women tell to frighten children. Out there in the universe, who knows what we'll find.

What do you look for in a story? For me it's about meaning and reason. What people are about and what makes them tick. Reminds me of something I once heard a Vorlon say: Ah, you seek meaning. Then listen to the music, not the song.

What is your favorite story type? Good ones. Don't care for Westerns at all.

Dude! That was awesome! I want to see that movie. Beats the living crap out of Transformsers: transvestite robots.

1 wallet & keys 2 hard drives

I'm tin roof- which is basically vanilla with peanuts and chunks of chocolate. A little bumpy but well worth the trip.

Carter Tower Houston, Tx Jason Carter was an empire builder. From his 25th story penthouse office window, the cities of Houston and Baytown sprawled out below him as far as a man could see. As a young man of thirty he had taken moribund drilling company and through smart moves and indescribable effort had turned it into the fourth largest oil field services company in the world. All of the big oil companies did business with Carter Consolidated. His rigs did the drilling, his pipes did the moving, his terminals did the unloading of supertankers in the deep waters of the Gulf and his refineries did the cracking. Carter Consolidated, also known as or C Squared, did $220 billion in revenues annually and distributed a dividend every year without fail. Despite all of his money, power and genius, a problem confronted him that he didn't have an answer for. On his desk was a private investigators report of his 20 year old sons after hours activities at Louisiana State University. For a good Southern Baptist like Carter, those activities were pretty damning. As he read the report, it made his head spin and his stomach churn. He could forgive the weed. Hell- he had smoked weed in college until it got in the way. It was what his son Jake was doing with the other boy in the hot tub at 3am that bothered him. Had he been a bad father? His son Jake's passion had always been for baseball and he had been there every chance he had. When the high school team made the state finals, he flew the team to Austin and stayed to the bitter end. He had been there for birthdays, Christmas, Easter and Sunday church services for at least three Sundays out of every month. No. He couldn't blame himself. That was futile. As an engineer his natural inclination was to ask how do I fix this? This was an area completely outside his expertise. He needed information and he needed it fast before... his son was infected by HIV or found murdered in an ally. The lives that those people lead... His son was better than that. He looked in his personal phone-list, found the number for his pastor and dialed. Shiloh Baptist was a big, popular church and fairly progressive for the area but it still held true to its Southern Baptist roots. Carter's monthly contribution to the church made it financially strong and very active in the city. "Pastor Lefluer, this is Jason Carter. I need to talk to you about a very discrete and delicate matter..." * * * * New Orleans Herald Saturday morning at the paper was always a mad house as we finished up the Sunday edition. I had three stories: family values state senator from Alexandria was divorcing, the enduring legacy of Katrina series and the sale of surplus FEMA housing. Peter Boyles on the city desk had the Hess murder but wasn't going to do much with it until more details surfaced. My stories were all pretty much done by eleven and I started looking at the information that Hess had given me. Was this what got him killed? I made a copy of the list of names. They all appeared to be names, social security number, date of birth and city, state. None of them were over thirty and most clustered between 21 and 24. One from Miami, one from Atlanta, one from New Orleans, one from Dallas and the last from Houston. The one who had died was from Savannah, Georgia. They were all clustered across the South which made sense. The Bible belt is where people would be the most motivated to find a "cure". Some years ago I had done a piece on the Ex-gay movement when they had a conference in the city. What was the name of the psychiatrists from Oschner's Clinic that I interviewed? I looked through my rolodex and found the name that I was thinking of: Dr. Charles Benoit. I dialed his number but got a recording. I left a message and decided that I probably wouldn't hear from him until at least Monday. I called in my research assistant and gave him the list. My RA was a skinnny journalism student from Tulane. "Gabe- take this list and very quietly find out who these people are. Just use our in house people-search subscription. Keep it on the down-low." He looked at the list and said, "You don't know who Casey Renard is?" "The one from New Orleans? Oh... those Renard's. Old money family that ran much of the Port of New Orleans- the busiest port in North America." I thought to myself- at $250K per treatment, it would have to be the rich. Gabe went into his cubicle to search out the rest of names as my cell phone rang. "City Desk, this is Sawyer." "This is Charles Benoit returning your call Mr. Sawyer." "I appreciate you getting back to me so quickly. Some years ago we talked about the methods used by the Ex-gay movement." "Yes, I remember." "I have come across a new method that some people are marketing as a cure for homosexuality and I'd like to have someone who knows what they are talking about evaluate it." Benoit laughed, "There's no such thing as a cure for sexual orientation but I'm curious to see what you've got. Can you come by my office around three?" "Sure Dr. Benoit. I'll be there. Just do me a favor and keep this quiet. I'm not sure what I've got yet and I don't want egg on my face if this is a wild goose chase." "I understand. See you this afternoon." As I hung up the phone my editor rushed in, "Sawyer, your apartment building is on fire!"

MTV... they're still around? I haven't paid attention to them since they swore off music videos and took on an all bullshit all of the time format. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFZmRVjUJnY

the Kid Tamer 2010 Ideal for use on planes and restaurants! One 25mg Valium dart and your screaming little monster will be a compliant as a bowl of jelly. Comes with 10 reloads: 5 for them and 5 for you.

Freethinker Try Courage & Passion or Centennial Park Stories by Driver I suggest Falling off a Log or The Quarry