G+, Kiss My Sass, And Day_lee Adventures
My friend Spike has BARBIE JELL-O!
Um okay, I’m a dork.
Seriously tho…you should go read what he’s got to say. Barrel of fun, I tell you.
Gotta get back to work…stay tuned for a HUGE update in a couple of days.
Luvs & Kisses,-beej
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Watching web porn is ‘cheating’?
-VNUNet
Leading US relationship advisor Dr Phillip McGraw has hit out at users of internet porn, insisting that it is cheating on their partners. McGraw, who offers advice to millions of Americans on Oprah Winfrey’s TV show, said that women should not put up with their partners looking at web porn, which he described as an addiction.
“Addicts give lame justifications for their behaviour like: ‘It’s harmless’, or ‘Everybody’s doing it’. By doing this, they ignore the effect their problem is having on the people around them,” he said. With more than 17.5 million users visiting internet porn sites from their homes every month, McGraw’s statement could result in more domestic confrontations.
“This behavior is not OK, it’s not even almost OK. This habit is a perverse and ridiculous intrusion into your relationship,” he advised partners of porn ‘addicts’. He told people not to put up with excuses such as ‘All men look at porn’, or ‘It’s just the internet’. This attitude speaks volumes about the health of the relationship, he said. A partner has to choose what’s more important to them: pornography or the relationship.
day lee notes: Dr. Phil is THE biggest asshole that ever lived if he actually takes this to heart. In my own personal experience, porn actually puts *spice* into my love life. My fiancee loves me to pieces and he’s really turned on by me. HOWEVER….I know this is really personal but *ahem*–porn actually inspires him to keep our romance exciting.
I think the people Dr. Phil is referencing here are those folk who use porn as a substitute for a great relationship…i.e. Joe Schmoe and his wife never work out their communication problems and hold grudges or something is amiss and so their sexual drive for each other is low or nill–so he uses porn and his wife cries ‘that’s cheating!’
Am I off the mark here? Men–send me some feedback on this. I’m right aren’t I? All men DO look at porn, and it IS just the internet. Dr. Phil’s got his head up his ass.
Don’t you all agree? Men, women–alike…let me know
Was just reading an ABCNEWS.com story ‘A New ‘Forbidden Dance’ at L.A. Schools’ which talks about the ‘Crip’ walk. Apparently, it’s something that has been around for decades but has come back into vogue because kids think it’s fun to ‘clown’ doing it. Which is a good thing, I’m sure, to make fun of gangbangers..hey, it’s my second hobby, LOL
In any case, get caught doing it at Crenshaw High in South Central L.A., and you’ll get suspended. For those of you looking for a quick way out of school (even though for most of US, school is out), here’s the instruction video.
Speaking of videos, here’s my new favorite music video: http://homepage.mac.com/jcarusone/iMovieTheater2.html
I’m hungry and sort of busy doing some eBay stuff right now…so I gotta go. I’ll be back later…in the meantime, you can visit my friends over at this page.
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Today I was looking for a copy of the Scooby Doo movie poster and bumped into It’s All A Dream.
The site: There’s an action figure theater! Wonderful concept, though I’m sure it’s been done a dozen times…
The author: Scared to death of Peeps™ marshmallow Easter Candy (them with their beedy little evil eyes) and he loves comics and traveling around with his friend, Jean Luc Picard.. Incidentally, I loved this site and will be back for sure. Go take a look!
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Best way to start a week is by NOT running to the bus stop in such a manner that you slip on the ice and fall right on your hands and knees, to result in scraped and hacked up & bleeding kneecaps and skinned palms and a re-twisted ankle (yes, that’s right…third time’s the charm)
Twisted it the 1st time back in ‘91 while I was in tech school. It happened when I walked down a flight of stone steps outside of the campus security building, and I figured the second to last step as the last. Hey, as a child, I was always told to carry my head high.
The second time was just this last spring, again, walking to the bus stop, only the sidewalk crack was to blame. This time was the kicker though, ’cause my reason for skipping into a jog around the corner was because in the dark not-quite light of the a.m. I saw the lights of a bus as it barreled toward the end of the block. Now you’d think I’d have taken a better look, but no…ran anyway.
When I fell, I had the wind knocked out of me literally. And I didn’t just fall down on the sidewalk, it was that awful old black asphalt pavement that sort of falling apart and all gravely (which added to the fun of cleaning up my hands and knees when I arrived at work).
That bus, by golly, was not a metro transit one, but a *gulp* school bus. God, I don’t think I ever knew a bigger klutz, let alone a blinder one.
When I get home tonite I can’t find the darned air cast I used last time, so right now I’m all ace-bandaged up and have my leg propped up on a stool, my ankle resting on top of a package of frozen peas. I don’t have a fancy ice pack to use, but now I’m gonna invest in one. Never know when the klutz in me is gonna come out again (o:
Remember When?
Of course you do. Back in the late 70’s when I was in grade school (and some of you were, too) we HAD to wear the collars on our polo shirts UP, HAD to have the beaded safety pins on our shoelaces, HAD to have that ‘Simon’ game. Of course we also had to have the big ol ‘Unbreakable’ comb w/the large handle in our back jeans pocket to feather our hair with, & those jeans had better have some kind of roller disco or rainbow embroidery on the pocket. We HAD to play the ‘Mickey Mouse Disco’ and ‘Free to Be, You And Me’ records! Oh, and speaking of roller disco…we must have gone roller skating every weekend for years. My sister had the Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Brite doll-inspired rollerskates and mine were silver and had the stripes that resembled ‘Tiger’ brand tennis shoes. You guys remember the old Tiger’s tennies? They were big w/us ten year olds before Adidas and Nike.
haha…we were big dorks.
Yes, just like the Sesame Street song.
Everyone knows I like to observe people, so imagine my delight when I moved this summer to a different town, and into a turn-of-the century (20th) apartment building chock full of very DIFFERENT people.
The lady downstairs vacuums every day, I dunno if she’s got a big dog or what…there’s always weird cooking smells at dinner time and she didn’t take her Christmas wreath down from her door until today.
The guy next door to me is always clearing his throat and then hums as if he’s checking to see if his voice is raspy or something, and very loudly, too. I hadn’t had him figured out until just the other day. He is either very forgetful or suffers from a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, & I think this is so because once he’s ready for work every day (which I think he gets ready very early, when I’m still sleeping), it takes him 40 minutes to get out the door in the morning.
He goes out and scrapes the snow off his car (which most Minnesotans do in the wintertime, so I have dismissed this as normal), then he goes back upstairs, where he makes a whole lot of rattling noises and more throat-clearing. He comes out into the hall with his coat, hat, briefcase and his cooler, I think one of those Igloo Playmate ones, puts them down on the floor in the hallway and then goes back inside to fuss around some more.
This is all going on from the time I get out of bed at 6:30 until the time I am out of the shower at 6:45, and the only reason I know about all this going on is because this building’s walls aren’t very thick and in the a.m. it’s very still and quiet around here except for him.
By 7:10, I am dressed, the coffee is made, my hair blow-dried and I’m getting my shoes on when I hear him still checking things around his apartment. I know this because he goes out the door about 5 or 6 times muttering to himself to check the lights again, check etc., etc., and finally he gets his coat and hat on and goes down to start the car. He comes back up to grab his stuff and I hear him tell himself to double check that the space heater is off; etc. I am going out the door a couple minutes later and he is just finalizing everything and is usually coming out behind me.
I may be wrong about him, perhaps he is just used to a certain routine in the morning. Nontheless, I find it strange, and sort of amusing.
The twenty-something guy w/the receding hairline and entire wardrobe consisting of flannel shirts and sweatpants goes unseen for days and even a week at a time, only known to go out into the world when the weather is nice. Perhaps he’s a writer with either a block or a hot story in his head or his pc and he cannot escape from the bowels of his apartment. Perhaps its none of my business…
The guy in the apartment whose windows are right across mine has a variety of home exercise equipment and books in his front room and he goes to bed very early because I once was playing an mp3 on my computer speakers (my computer desk is in my bedroom) and it wasn’t yet 9:00 and he knocked on the one wall that we share (I presume that is his bedroom) and lately I see his lights off early too. I have never seen this person in the laundry room or getting the mail, but he could work evenings or something like that.
The lady on the same floor, down two units from me lives with her daughter who’s about fourteen and they are always doing laundry. I have alot of clothing and towels/linens but these people, for just two of them, are REALLY laundry monsters.
Then there’s this guy (who I know but have not met yet, he is buddies w/my brother in-law) that lives across the other side of my unit in the adjoining building, is a front man for a band that always plays at a certain unnamed local live music hangout and just moved to the complex in November. He has his keyboard in the dining room and is NEVER home unless it is late late late on a weeknight. I think they have nightly gigs at that place ’cause when he is home he’s on the computer or is probably gone to bed.
I am by no means, a voyeur or peep freak. I just see these things going on (very easily I might add) and I am simply observing the things I see and sharing them. Also, I understand how people w/obsessive-compulsive disorder live and have to deal w/this, and I am not making fun, so please do not email and tell me what a horrible person you think I am.
Thought for the day:
“Change is inevitable….except from vending machines.”
This is a list of the supposed ‘100 Worst Songs of All Time’ (that were on the music charts). I think they update it every year.
Well, I suppose many of those, I could’ve done without, but there are a couple songs on there that I happen to like! (OK, if you must know, it’s MacArthur Park). Does that mean I have bad taste or perhaps that I just like to reminisce a little?? some people.
Well, I have lots more to talk about but alas, my eyelids are getting heavy and I really shant delay my beauty sleep any further or I’ll turn into a monster by morning.
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20) The cucumber has left the salad.
19) I can see the gun of Navarone.
18) Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.
17) You’ve got Windows on your laptop.
16) Sailor Ned’s trying to take a little shore leave.
15) Your soldier ain’t so unknown now.
14) Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.
13) Please bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
12) Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson…
11) Your pod bay door is open, Hal.
10) Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
9) Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.
8) Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
7) The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
6) Dr. Kimble has escaped!
5) Mr. President, you’ve got your fly set for “Monica” instead of “Hillary.”
4) Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction…
3) You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2) I’m talking about Shaft, can you dig it?
..and The Number One Way to Tell Someone Their Fly Is Unzipped..
1) Men are From Mars, I Can See Your Penis !
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I don’t have too much to tell about my weekend, yesterday I spent a good part of the morning plotting some updates for one of my web projects, but with no content coming in from the client, I am at a standstill.
Then later this morning, I went and did some shopping with my folks and went to the bank. A nice warm day, too, almost too warm for April, but still perfect for doing errands.
I received an e-mail the other day from guru.com to notify me that I had been nominated for their ‘Rookie of the Year” award. I was not told who nominated me, nor has anyone I know hinted about it. I do, however have a couple of people in mind if I have to venture a guess, but I am not going to say who in HERE…if you are reading this and you are the one who nominated me, please let me know because I am very curious.
Saturday night I went to dinner with my parents and some friends to celebrate my birthday. It was nice because we went to our favorite Mexican place and I got to have a great big margarita. I got some really nice Avon bath gel from my girl friend and then my folks gave me some money to help me buy this graphics software that I’ve been wanting forever.
We all had way too much to eat and then we all split up for the night. I went over to my sis’s house, where I visited my 4-yr. old nephew and then they put him to bed so we could visit.
Today I found myself staying in bed until around 11 a.m. and did not want to get dressed or do anything of much importance, until my sis decided that we needed to go over to my folks house and get some of her old stuff out of their basement so they could do some work down there.
Since my folks are both retired now, they will be having a garage sale this spring and hopefully moving into a newer and smaller house, or else they will find one of those seniors townhome communities or something like that to live in, where there isn’t any assisted living thing or anything like that, and they wouldn’t have to maintain the property. An ideal fit either way, since they plan to do alot of camping and traveling.
Anyway, so my sis and I go to my folks house (they were out of town) and we sat in the basement, going through all her old crap and laughing our asses off, ’cause we were looking at her old scrapbooks and love notes and junk, and especially the old clothes made us just howl. Do you remember stirrup pants?? Ick. I can’t believe we wore them!
Then I went home, bought some groceries, had some dinner and now here I am enjoying my free time, only I think my bedtime has passed once again.
Time for me to hit the ‘ol hay,
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I love Saturdays, yes I do! Too bad they don’t last too long. Got out of bed late today, because I was up until 3 a.m. editing a site that I maintain for a non-profit organization. I am sooooo bad at javascript. Let me tell you…I’m gonna have to take a course or something. I thought I mastered it last summer on my own by reading up on it, but I proved myself wrong that night.
So much technology to master, so little time. Technology doesn’t seem to phaze todays kids, have you noticed? I bet some have never even used a record player or better yet, an eight track or one of those console RCA tv’s without a remote control. Today I wish I was a kid again, playing outside forever, even in the snow, in summers riding my bike, doing things my parents wished I hadn’t, like helping some older kids build tree forts in the woods beyond our backyard. Kids these days have no imagination when it comes to playing. They have all these video games, and the internet. The internet isn’t meant for kids, anyway, I think.
We had such fun when I was a kid, even when we were with our parents. Back then we went to drive-in movies, roller rinks, garage sales and flea markets. I loved the flea markets the most, because here were all these people, putting out their personal stuff, for people to rummage through. Their most precious junk….Elvis paintings, Roy Rogers lunchboxes, movie posters, mason jars and china and kewpie dolls, and my sister and I took it all in, eyes big as plates, wondering how people could just toss their treasures to the wind and wondering how much further to walk through these roads and fields in the blazing August sun before we could get to the next port-a-potty or soda wagon.
Sometimes we had fun just staring in wonder and amazement at the people who decided to entertain the crowds with their talents. I can still see and hear the man playing the guitar with the Willie Nelson-inspired straps, singing that song by Don McLean. You know the one…It’s like, eleven minutes long and I think when they play it on the radio it means the DJ is sitting on ‘the throne’ or else the next one hasn’t shown up yet for his shift.
I got an ad in the mail yesterday for the Literary Guild and was leafing through it today when I realized I’m way behind the times when it comes to books. The last new one I read was one by J. Grisham, who I like but I notice today he’s got two hardcovers already out that I missed. I’m gonna have to update my collection.
Time for me to hit the sack.