JamesSavik

Pretty much everyone he couldn't win an argument with. Maybe he needs to look up what his bible says about pride and false prophets. Sins of the spirit are dealt with much more harshly than sins of the flesh.

That's why I said there was some serious lying going on.

I respect someone more for coming out at any age and facing the music than living their life on the "down-low". Such an existence is wrong on so many levels. Primarily because it is based on a lie and can collapse upon you at any time (I'm looking at you George Rekers, Larry Craig and Ted Haggard). By accepting such a situation, you automatically place your lovers in second place- and why would anyone want that for them self? You would have to lie, and lie convincingly SO MUCH that you yourself would be hard pressed to remember what, if anything, is true. By denying your self, you remove the opportunity of giving or receiving support from the larger community. You are in a sort oof isolation that leads many people to madness. Most of the time people see through your BS anyway. The closet is a great place to keep your stuff but it's a horrible place to live. I've seen many people destroy themselves clinging to the closet while fooling no one but them self.

I wanna see Law & Order, SBVU In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses against cattle are considered especially heinous. In Kansas City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Bovine Victims Unit. These are their stories.

Indonesian Cat Shit Coffee By Fabian on Thu Jun 22 2006 12:06 pm Source Link:the Daily Nugget The motto of the Animal Coffee website is “from cat to cup.” That’s because the Luwak, a marsupial that looks like a cat in the islands of Indonesia, climbs trees, eats the ripest coffee beans and shits them out in nice fermented clumps (NOT pictured here). Local villagers go out and collect the droppings and sell them around the world for as much as $75 per pound. What started as, presumably, a way for lazy villagers to get coffee without harvesting the trees has since evolved into the world’s priciest specialty coffee. No joke, here’s an excerpt: “To obtain beans while still in this state they must be collected almost immediately after they are deposited on the forest floor. Once they have been exposed to the elements for even a very short period, particularly in the rainy season, they break down into individual beans and we can no longer be sure that they are genuine kopi luwak.” That’s right, cat shit coffee is serious business. If you want to charge someone $75 per pound for coffee you better make sure it’s coming out of a cat’s ass. Still, in stark contrast, I know the owner of Geek Acres (here’s their mascot mule), which produces the most labor intensive coffee in the world. I believe that one pound of Geek Acres may sell for more than $75 per pound. ___________________________________________________ The most expensive coffee in the world! It makes me wonder how it was first discovered. Awe man- the cat ate our coffee beans. *desperate for a cup of Joe, he retrieves them from the litter box* I love the smell of cat shit in the morning. Another sure sign that the world is insane. Get yours at Cat's Ass Coffee It's the cat's own ass.

Last night I was watching BBC America and chanced upon Law & Order, UK. It is a derivative of the Dick Wolf's courtroom-procedural drama Law & Order that we're familiar with on NBC here in the states. I found it fascinating- the crimes and the system are quite different but familiar. Just wonder if there's a Law & Order Sydney, Law & Order Melbourne or Law & Order Auckland out there somewhere.

Q: What's blue and yellow and eats nuts? A: Gonorrhea. A priest is out for an afternoon stroll and turns the corner to find little Johnny with a hammer smashing the daylights out of a bunch of ants. The kid is saying to himself, "I hate these f**king ants... I hate these f**king ants..." The priest is taken aback by the little boy's language and talks to him, saying that God doesn't make junk. "Tomorrow I will be coming by again, and if you can tell me three things that God created that are worthless, then I will let you continue killing the ants." The next afternoon, the priest is out again for his walk and comes upon little Johnny smashing ants again. The priest reminds him of the agreement they had made, reminding the boy that he agreed not to kill any more ants unless he could name three worthless things that God created. Little Johnny looks up with a devilish smile and says, "I do know three things that are totally worthless. The first is a balls on a priest, the second is tits on a nun, and the third are these f**king ants!" Boudreaux and Thibodeaux are out fishing one day and Thibodeaux said, "Bobby- didn't you get married yesterday?" Boudreaux says, "yes I did." Thibodeaux says, "Well did you get any sex- it was your wedding night?" Boudreaux says, "Oh no. She's got Gonorrhea." Thibodeaux says, "Oh lawd that terrible. Did you get a blow job?" Boudreaux says, "Oh no. She's got an abscessed tooth. Thibodeaux says, "Did you get any anal sex?" Boudreaux says, Oh no. She's got diarrhea. Thibodeaux says, "Woman has got Gonorrhea, bad teeth and diarrhea and you ain't getting no sex. Why on earth did you marry her?" Boudreaux says, "For the bass boat."

Coincidence? I think not.

happy birthday pal.

There's another issue. Many people think that gay people look like this... or this or this They simply don't identify with the freaky image of GLBT people that the media and people acting silly at Pride parades disseminate. The reality is that gay people look a lot more ordinary than a freak show.

Many gay people suffer from what I call encouraged denial. They are so brainwashed from birth about gender roles, morality and what is culturally correct that it's no great surprise when someone who is 30, 40 or 50 suddenly announces that they are gay. Think about it. Men are encouraged by family and tradition to date at age x, marry by age y and have children by age z. It is often easier to "go with the flow" than to fight the system. Coming out as gay is no picnic. Things are better but there is still a huge amount of bigotry and bias. I believe- no, I know for sure that there are many gay men living double lives to avoid the stigma of being gay.

Remember- you'll need to keep a few working brain cells. Have fun and happy birthday.

Me so horny. Me love you long time. 5 dollar for big strong GI. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0oALRL7uyY

Dreams of Tomorrow The Red Planet Bar & Grill was like a thousand others. It was a seedy little establishment at the edge of Flynt-towns spaceport and, much like the town, it had seen better days. When Mars was booming, the place would easily seat a few thousand people a night. Now a good night was barely a hundred. It was just the sort of dark, quiet place that Daniel Sokolsky was looking for to do business. He picked a nice dark booth in the back, ordered a steak and waited for his contact. Peter Devries of GenTech arrived shortly after his steak. The dowdy scientist looked a little twitchy. As he arrived at the table, he scanned the few customers in the bar. Satisfying himself that nothing looked wrong, he sat down in the seat opposite Sokolsky. Daniel looked up from his steak and said, "Could you have tried to look a little more sneaky?" Devries ordered a beer and sat back in his chair scanning the small crowd. "What you are asking me to do is a serious crime Mr. Sokolsky. I have to ask: are you a member of the Alliance Secret Service?" "No. Of course not." "The Human Genome Protection Act is very serious business. They would send us to a penal colony for decades if they knew we were even talking about breaking it." Sokolsky waved his hand at the bar, "You can buy guns, dust or arrange a murder here. The mob runs this place and the cops are paid to stay out." Devries still looked skeptical but he seemed to relax. He turned on an electronic jammer device and placed it on the table so that their conversation could not be recorded. "Like I told you and your wife, we take samples of both your DNA, sequence it, remove any genetic defect or disease and implant a perfect fetus. That's legal. We do it a few hundred times a day all over the planet. It's even necessary because of all the genetic damage that most Mars natives have taken from radiation over the years." Sokolsky said, "It's the enhancements that we're interested in." "So you want a genius or a champion athlete." Sokolsky shook his head. "No. We just want to give our son and edge- edge enough to get out of this place. Mars is a slum and since it was mined out, it is only getting worse." "So why don't you sign on for one of the new colonies?" Devries asked as he was sipping his beer. "Because it is dangerous and difficult and so many of them fail. I've got a good job here but I want to give my son options." Devries sighed. "OK. Its expensive and I've got to tell you that it is dangerous. Ordinarily our implantation procedures are completely safe but with enhancements, there a 27% failure rate. There is also a small chance of a rare genetic anomaly occurring as the child matures." "You aren't much of a salesman Mr. Devries." "I'm trying to talk you out of it. Public hysteria over enhanced individuals is... quite hysterical these days." Sokolsky said, "I think we can keep it under wraps." "You had better. Enhancements carry a mandatory ten year minimum sentence under the new law." "So let's talk specifics. What exactly can you deliver?" Devries smiled and said, "I think we have just what you are looking for. Dr. Bruckner discovered it in her Masters work. For her Masters thesis, Dr. Bruckner studied the DNA of a number of very prominent scientists: Einstein, Gauss, Liu, Shu- men and women who were the genius of their age. She found something that 98% of them had in common: a mutation in the gene designated H76. We can add it and your son will have the tools that will put him well ahead of his peers." Sokolsky asked, "How much?" "400,000 credits. Under the table of course." "How will we know that we have gotten what we paid for?" "You will know. Believe me. You will know quite soon. Just be prepared for Ivy League tuitions in fifteen years or sooner." Sokolsky paused and said,

There's some serious lying going on in that poll. Doesn't take a PHD to figure out where and about what.

Reminds me of

Don't expect to build your universe in one sitting. It takes a LOT of imagination and work. You have to create a believable "history" and make your world consistent and logical for readers to buy into. Otherwise... well you've got network TV. The Lord of the Rings didn't just fall from the sky complete and ready for Peter Jackson to exploit. It took Tolkien decades to build it all. He also borrowed quite a lot from Norse mythology. If building a massive history, mythology, folk lore and customs wasn't enough, Tolkien built several languages from scratch. Amazing and completely off the chain. Other universes were collaborative. The Star Trek universe was created by Gene Roddenberry but it had numerous writers in its various incarnations all agreeing on basic precepts. The Star Wars Universe is the private property of George Lucas but he has opened it for numerous authors and even game developers to expand it. Speaking of games, Halo and World of Warcraft have their own shelf of formula derived fiction at Borders and Barnes&IgNoble. I can't tell you HOW to build a Universe but I'll tell you how I'm building mine. I have notebooks full of material that I'm working on: history, culture, planet names, politics, points of conflict, flash points, names of ships, Technologies, etc. It's a huge undertaking but its a lot of fun. If you do it right, kids will be buying your action figures.

She sells sea shells on Seychelles sea shore...

The Dreams of Tomorrow The Red Planet Bar & Grill was like a thousand others. It was a seedy little establishment at the edge of Flynt-towns spaceport and, much like the town, it had seen better days. When Mars was booming, the place would easily seat a few thousand people a night. Now it saw barely a hundred on a good night. It was just the sort of dark, quiet place that Daniel Sokolsky was looking for to do business. He picked a nice dark booth in the back, ordered a steak and waited for his contact. Peter Devries of GenTech arrived shortly after his steak. The dowdy scientist looked a little twitchy. As he arrived at the table, he scanned the few customers in the bar. Satisfying himself that nothing looked wrong, he sat down in the seat opposite Sokolsky. Daniel looked up from his steak and said, "Could you have tried to look a little more suspicious?" Devries ordered a beer and sat back in his chair scanning the small crowd. "What you are asking me to do is a serious crime Mr. Sokolsky. I have to ask: are you a member of the Alliance Secret Service?" "No. Of course not." "The Human Genome Protection Act is very serious business. They would send us to a penal colony for decades if they knew we were even talking about breaking it." Sokolsky waved his hand at the bar, "You can buy guns, dust or arrange to have someone killed here. The mob runs this place. The cops are paid off." Devries still looked skeptical but he seemed to relax. He turned on an electronic jammer device so that their conversation could not be recorded. "Like I told you and your wife, we take samples of both your DNA, sequence it, remove any genetic defect or disease and implant a perfect fetus. That's legal. We do it a few hundred times a day all over the planet. It's even necessary because of all the genetic damage that most Mars natives have taken from radiation over the years." Sokolsky said, "It's the enhancements that we're interested in." "So you want a genius or a champion athlete." Sokolsky shook his head. "No. We just want to give our son and edge- edge enough to get out of this place. Mars is a slum and since it was mined out, it is only getting worse." "So why don't you sign on for one of the new colonies?" Devries asked and sipped his beer. "Because it is dangerous and difficult and so many colonies fail. I've got a good job here but I want to give my son options." Devries sighed. "OK. It is expensive and I've got to tell you that it is dangerous. Ordinarily our implantation procedures are completely safe but with enhancements, there a 27% failure rate. There is also a small chance of a rare genetic anomaly occurring as the child matures." "You aren't much of a salesman Mr. Devries." "I'm trying to talk you out of it. Public hysteria over enhanced individuals is... quite hysterical these days." Sokolsky said, "I think we can keep it under wraps." "You had better. Enhancements carry a mandatory ten year minimum sentence." "So let's talk specifics. What exactly can you deliver?" Devries smiled and said, "I think we have just what you are looking for. Dr. Bruckner discovered it in her masters work. For her masters thesis, Dr. Bruckner studied the DNA of a number of very prominent scientists: Einstein, Gauss, Liu, Shu- men and women who were the genius of their age. She found something that 98% of them had in common: a mutation in the gene designated H76. We can add it and your son will have the tools that will put him well ahead of his peers." Sokolsky asked, "How much?" "400,000 credits. Under the table of course." "How will we know that we have gotten what we paid for?" "You will know. Believe me. You will know quite soon. Just be prepared for Ivy League tuitions in fifteen years or sooner."

When it comes to technology, never say never. We have seen the birth and rise to prominence of the Internet within our lifetime. It happened so fast and was so pervasive that it has completely changed the way we live, do business and work. It's hard to take a person serious that does not have an email address or a business that does not have a web site. Technology has an amazing power to transform things in a very short period of time. It moves quickly in jumps, starts and leaps in completely unexpected directions.

Sex Therapy Cletus is passing by Billy Bob's hay barn one day when through a gap in the door he sees Billy Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old green John Deere. Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off ...first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move and lets his overalls fall down to his hips revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt. Grabbing both sides of his shirt he rips it apart to reveal his stained tee shirt underneath. With a final flourish he tears the tee shirt from his body and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay. Having seen enough Cletus rushes in and says "what the heck are you doing Billy Bob!?" "Jeez, Cletus, ya scared the bejesus out of me," says an obviously embarrassed Billy Bob, "but me and the Ole lady been having trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor."

Six years clean & sober today. Sometimes you have to surrender to win. That's one a hell of a lesson for someone who was taught to never quit.

I'm packed