JamesSavik

As a public service, I am going to show you how to detect bullshit. When you hear these phrases, you know that you are in the presence of some major league bullshit. "It's not about the money." Bullshit. Everything is about the money. If anyone tells you different, they think you are stupid.

The events in this story took place before Katrina. The exact date is 1996.

I awoke to the timeless sound of seagulls and surf. The faint light that made its way in was a reddish color; warm but muted. The digital clock on the night stand showed that it was a few minutes after nine. Lee was snuggled in close on my right side with his erection against my thigh and his hand on my morning wood. For the first time with a clear head I asked myself— what are you doing? If it were anyone else, I know what they would be doing. A cute, young sexually aggressive hottie like Lee

Missed you

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thy .45 and thy ka-bar they comfort me. For I am one of Uncle Sam’s misguided children and I am the worse thing out here on this dark cold night.

pretty sure he stays out of this shit

I hated this election cycle. I couldn't get behind either candidate. Trump didn't thrill me for lot's of reasons. I don't like populists because they tell you what you want to hear then they do what they want. Clinton didn't thrill me. The wikileaks stuff and the Veritas videos were enough to make anybody think twice. So I went with my libertarian roots. I've finally found a theme song for this election. Just remember- what YOU do is a lot more important for your life than what any President does. The next election cycle has already started. Four years from now we'll do it all again.

Their families are from the same area. Stay tuned.

Both are more than a little dysfunctional and we know how well those sorts of relationships work out

As we walked west toward my hotel along the Beach Boulevard, called highway 90 on the maps, we chatted amiably. The more I heard of Lee’s voice the more sure I was that he was from the Delta. I asked, “What part of the Delta are you from?” Lee said, “You can tell?” “It’s the accent. It’s unique but only someone who has been all over the Delta could tell.” “I’m from Greenville— actually just north of Greenville out in the sticks.” I said, “My grandmother lived in Leland.” “Wow, our families

the Edge of the Abyss And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive -from Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls The days after Jeff's death were a blur. I spent them as stoned or drunk as I could arrange. I had a bad case of pretending not to give a shit but the only person I was fooling was myself My boss knew what happened. She could tell I was messed up. I couldn't concentrate

A man discovers that if it seems too good to be true, it probably isn't.

Chili Colorado 3 Anaheim chiles 1/4 cup oil 2 pounds boneless pork loin, cut into rough 1-inch chunks Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper 1 teaspoon whole cumin seeds 1 medium yellow onion, diced 1/2 cup finely chopped fresh cilantro with tender stems 6 cloves garlic, minced 1 tablespoon all purpose flour One 16-ounce can crushed tomatillos 4 cups chicken stock Tortilla chips and lime wedges, for serving ____________________________________________________________ DIRECTIONS Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Coat the Anaheim chiles in 1 tablespoon of oil and roast in the oven until the skin blisters and the peppers soften, about 20 minutes. Remove the chiles from the oven and allow to cool. Once cooled, stem and seed the chiles, keeping the skin on (if there is some charring on the skin it's ok).Chop. Heat the remaining oil in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add the pork and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Add the cumin and cook until the pork is golden brown all over, about 15 minutes, stirring as needed. Remove the pork with a slotted spoon and set aside. Lower the heat to medium. Add the chiles, onions, cilantro and garlic to the oil remaining in the pot. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Saute the vegetables, scraping any brown bits from the bottom of the pot, until the onions are soft and golden, about 10 minutes. Stir in the flour and cook until the flour absorbs the excess liquid and is cooked through, about 3 more minutes. Return the browned pork to the pot along with the tomatillos and chicken stock. Bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer and cover with the lid. Cook until the pork is tender, about 45 minutes. Uncover and summer until the liquid reduces slightly and the flavors concentrate, about 15 more minutes. Serve with tortilla chips and lime wedges.

Comsie is one of the last of the original great net authors. Dewey, the Eggman, Dom- those guys have hung it up. Comsie is the last one of that generation that I know of that is still posting. You could spend months reading everything he's posted. He is a treasure and only a dumb ass would be anything but polite to him. You should be grateful when he posts. It's a lot of work and he posts regularly. If you think you can do better, go for it. You will soon discover that the amount of work it takes to create entertainment for ungrateful people will burn you out very quickly. He's been at it all millennium so, either be respectful or be silent. Comsie is LOVED. He has more fans than you'll ever know. You don't want to be the one that inspires him to fold his tent because we will find you and you won't like it.

Twilight’s Last Gleaming “And who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Gorman from Global Analysis" He handed the officious man an identity card. The bureaucrat read the card as if it might say 'enemy agent, detain on sight', and then returned the credentials. "Please come in Mr. Gorman. The committee is waiting. Are you an analyst for GA?" Gorman took off his gloves revealing a dagger tattoo on one hand an ace of diamonds on the other.

Fukashima is worse in many ways. The fuel rods melted through the containment vessel.

I am not frightened by mythical monsters from antiquity. The supernatural- meh. Magic and myth scare children. What scares grown ups is the possible. This fellow- he could really be out there. We just don't know. Evolution could take many different paths. Every new planet we explore, every new race we encounter is a whole new ecology. Historically, some rather grim real life horror stories have occurred when different ecologies have collided. Think about colonial America and the accidental introduction of smallpox and measles and the effect they had on the Native American population. The introduction of invasive species into a biosphere which has no native predators to keep them under control: rabbits introduced to Australia is one example. Nutrias in the American South is another. We also don't know what horrors can grow in a lab or fall from outer space to cause havoc like a horrific plague like The Stand, The Strain or The Andromeda Strain. Last, but certainly not least, humans do some of the most horrifying things I can think of. Insane cults, repressive governments, genocidal leaders and wars- the reality of the last hundred and something years since WWI is as horrifying and nauseating than any fiction I have ever seen. Just remember- this prick was elected. Make people afraid enough and they'll fall for anything. That's enough horror for one post.

OK. I was against prayer in schools. The problem is that once you allow one religious nut in, you have to let them all in. But nooooo. I'm a horrible godless heathen and I just don't understand. The decline in our culture is because we don't have prayer in skools. I hope you're satisfied. Now we have the After School Satanists. That's so much better! What are you doing for mandatory Ramadan? How about Hanukkah? How about Khordad Sal (Zoroaster's birth anniversary)? You fundamentalists idiots started this shit. Now quityourbitchin and feel the burn of multiculturalism destroying your culture. In a few generations your values will be completely forgotten because you had to open Pandora's box in the public schools. Gee thanks morons.

Today I've been clean & sober 13 years. It's already been a great day. My older brother had a scary serious medical incident this week and called me this morning to tell me he's OK. I do hope that 13 continues to be lucky.

Let's Dance!

I would be a dog person if I had room. Suburban living cramps the style of the big type dogs I like. Huskies, Labs and Aussie Sheps are my favorites. I like smart dogs. They help me with my homework.

It's not over yet. Happy birthday Tor! You are only sixteen once. Have fun.