No you don't.

:chuckles:

I got my conditional black belt last night.

Ouch. It hurts when I move. Anything.

I saw Karate Jesus last night.

[fly on the wall]
OK Beestie, we'll give you your black belt on ONE CONDITION:

(multiple choice)

a) You promise to do all your chores before logging on to the cellar
b) You agree to stop teasing your sister
c) You only use your powers for evil and not good
d) You refrain from saying "Hassan, CHOP!"
[/fly]

"doctor it hurts when i do this" "well then don't do this" :p

take a long hot bath :)

Holy shit! I'm sorry, BH. That must have been awful.

How's this for a first post? My son was involved in a robbery in which a 24y/o mother of 2 was stabbed to death. At first I adopted the theory, my son, right or wrong but over time I've seen no remorse and regret standing by him.

I'm beginning to like the burnig kitten story a lot more.

Welcome Newmanae. That is a dramatic entrance. I can't imagine how difficult that must be for you. I don't know what I'd do in your shoes.
How long ago was this?

It was 8 yrs ago, my sons been in jail since about 3 months after it happened, he turned 26 recently and will get out in 7 yrs.

Pacifism is unnatural to the human condition. If you restrict your urges for violence you will one day explode in rage and climb to the top of the nearest belltower with a high powerered rifle.

...so it is important that you get yourself to the range so when you snap you can do some good.

Naw, people that go to the range regularly, seldom snap.:unsure:

I'm sitting in my office on Sunday evening with about a week's worth of work staring at me. For some reason I haven't been able to concentrate lately and I've let it pile up. I have to get it done by 8:30 in the morning and I'm STILL unable to get a good head of steam going.

I'm here, aren't I? I have no business surfing the net. I should be working.

It's really starting to play with my sanity. I have a good 8 hours of work to do. So now I'm going to start for real. Really.

After I get a burger. Dammit.

Snap? That's why I play music. Metal is a great medium for venting, as long as you dont try to overangst it. A ballsy riff's a lot better than whiney, bitching lyrics.

I'm flattered.

You're cute, but I'm married.

On 9/11 I was sent home from the office because it was not only feared that general infrastructure might be targeted, but also because no one was getting anything done and management felt it better to just send everyone home to cope. After general confusion, several hours worth of news and making sure my friends in DC were safe, I went out with a group of people to grab a burger and a drink to get our minds off of what happened. Following that, I noticed something strange in all of the horror: since I knew everyone important to me was okay, everything took on the soft calm of a snow day and, for some moments, I kind of enjoyed it. No work, no traffic, no aircraft rumbling overhead on approach to TIA. Everything had been interrupted, everyone had gone home and it was quieter than Christmas morning.

I made a pot of tea, killed the TV, and curled up with a book. I feel guilty as hell for taking the time to enjoy it.

And make sure you're in a red state. :D

Everything had been interrupted, everyone had gone home and it was quieter than Christmas morning.
I made a pot of tea, killed the TV, and curled up with a book. I feel guilty as hell for taking the time to enjoy it.

Why guilty Kit , what could you have done ???

What you were experencing was the calm AFTER the storm .

On 9/11 I worked my normal hours, as did my wife. Neither of us was doing anything super-critical, but we both had plenty normal stuff to do, unrelated to 9/11. We considered picking our daughter up early (she went to on-site after school care) but decided that in the absence of any new of possible attacks on Philadelphia, that the best thing to do was to maintain normal routine as much as possible.

When I got there to pick her up at 5:30ish, she was the only kid left in the whole school; everybody else had been picked up, most of them hours ago.

on 9/11 I went to work on a State truck scale , when I steped in the door , one of the state troopers looked at me and said " well , I bet your GLAD your name isn't AchMed !!"

Only kid left in the whole school? Poor kid.

For me, I walked home from work at noon or so. Took a few hours, but it was a glorious Fall day, so it was actually pretty nice. Got home and left the TV off. Went to the playground with my wife and daughter. Enjoyed the nice fall day. No peace and quiet, though. Lots of fighter jets flying back and forth like angry hornets.

We were on vacation. Jim turned on the TV and woke me up... we watched the second tower get hit, watched for a little longer and then hit the beach. Didn't know what else to do...

I was doing some welding work for a friend of mind, one of the space cadets that worked for him came into shop and told me about it. My first thought was, this butthole has been watching war of the worlds. Later I went into office and saw on tv. Damn who'da have thought it was true.

Careful now. That's exactly what I did, only in the garden over a period of 2 days :blush: "Hyper-extension" was what my doctor called it, and added that he had never seen anybody do that before (I've always been able to put both hands on the floor because I'm very short-waisted). Now I can't sit in a chair without severe pain, but it's supposed to gradually heal. Oh well, at least it wasn't the DVT again, that would have been much worse.

Two days!? Did someone bring you meals? Holy cats. I usually only do it when I've had a few beers and want to show off, therefore I doubt I could do it for two days. I just could't drink that much beer w/o feeling bloated.

9/11, going into work late. Had one shoe on when CBS morning show said a plane had hit the WTC and cut to a roof camera that was too far away to see anything clearly. Sat at my desk watching the bedroom TV... with one shoe on.... for the rest of the day. :(

Footsie, no, it wasn't like I slept in the yard in that position, it was a crash attempt to get all the weeds pulled and the bedding plants in the ground before the unusually cool weather ended. I thought it would not be as hard on my scoliosis if I bent straight down from the waist and shuffled along that way, and it actually did not cause me any back pain at all. But by the second day my left knee wouldn't bend and all the muscles in the back of my legs felt as if somebody had inserted white-hot spikes. Since only my knee was swollen, they decided it was not DVT, thank God, just me failing to realize that I am too old to do acrobatics anymore. My doctor said it hurt just to watch me demonstrate what I was doing to cause the problem, but I didn't know it was that unusual. This pain thing really sucks, though. It never goes away and if something touches against my leg the muscles go into spasms :thepain:

9/11 I was about to leave for work and turned on the TV right after the first plane had hit the tower and no one was sure what had really happened yet. Watched the 2nd one hit.

I was working at the big game processing place, and the boss (a Korean War-era vet) sent everyone to the gas station across the street and filled our vehicles. He was a little freaked out, as we all were, but he reverted to his military training and was taking care of his "troops". It was kind of touching. I remember he said, "Gas is going to go through the roof over this. I bet it hits $5.00 a gallon." It was maybe $1.65/gal then. He died earlier this year...I wonder if he knew how close he was to being right, albeit late?

I was on my way to work on 9/11. I was listening to NPR, and just before I went under an overpass, the preliminary news of the first tower was reported. I lost reception going under the overpass, and as I emerged, and reception returned, I saw a huge column of smoke from the direction of the Pentagon. It took a while for that to be confirmed on the radio, but I knew what had happened. I went to work as usual, and stayed the full time, but I'm not sure how much got done.

I can't ride a bicycle, never have done ... and neither can my partner.

On 9-11 I was sleeping, and would have slept through the whole thing if I hadn't gotten a phone call when the first tower was hit. Foxnews went on and didn't get turned off until I headed for work around 1500 or so. The TV was on at work, but we didn't pay much attention to it.

I was trying to figure out what the CISM response would be and if I would go ... (my employer put the kibosh on that one. I wasn't allowed the time off).

I live next to a small civilian airport. It was a little strange to have nothing flying. I don't even remember the medevac choppers in the air for those couple days.

I can walk through all the doorways in our house without stooping. But I can bump my head on all the doorframe lintels by rising onto the balls of my feet.

That's interesting achitecture Big V.





Chocolate isn't my favorite thing to eat.

Ouch. the whole thing sounds painful. I want you to buy one of those weed flamers, k? You can pretty much singe them while standing straight up. I admire your determination, if you weren't so crippled over this I'd invite you to visit and duke it out with my weeds.
:D

I gave up on the Tylenol and took a Vicodin last night. Whee, that's more like it :3eye:

Flame thrower sounds like a plan, except these weeds are in the bed which stretches around my unit and they are firmly entrenched under the azaleas, ferns, and sego palms and spilling out of all the pots on my large patio. Mostly oxalis, you know the little buggers? You have to dig them out with your fingernails. Practically a solid mat of their tendrils because I was fading fast last year and the doctors at UCSD told me to stay in doors all winter so that I would not get pneumonia or the flu and complicate the operation. Afterwards, I could breathe just great but my back was destroyed by spending 2 months sitting up in bed. Everything outside grew out of control and now I am dealing with it. Imagine the joke about "bend over and grab your ankles"? That's kinda what it looks like as I hop around grubbing in the dirt. I also had to be careful not to turn my rear end out toward the Common Area :blush:

I am sending you every good wish for your speedy recovery Tonchi.

Normal architecture, interesting anatomy.

compass? map?:confused:

wrt this post

I think it is becoming clearer. Two entirely unrelated ideas.

re: architecture and anatomy, are you telling us that you have big balls on your feet? Of your feet? or just long feet?

Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?

Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?

That could get slippery in the summer !

ewww...but yumm....toe fudge? i'm torn

@big v,

Your house architecture is interesting. = A comment to your post.Plus I posted right underneath it.Some people have short memories I guess. :footpyth:

Something about me = I don't favor chocolate. 'spose to infer that from the big heaping space between sentances.


I don't know where you guys got the chocolate feet thing unless you're just being kinky.
Or I am being kinky. :yum:

I cannot have the volume on my car stereo on an odd number.

Two of my ex-coworkers have the same issue. So I'd say its common... crazy but common. :D hmmm... Does common = normal?

Welcome to the musty dank corner of the internet don't leave your bean bag there the cat'll pee on it.

I talk to myself a lot and I like it :)

But do you answer your self ???

I am an identical twin.:)

and new to this forum

Hello Hello!!:heart-on:

My grandmother was half Cheerokee and very tall.

Hello, welcome to the Cellar. :D Is Buster a chihuahua?

Yes he is! First dog of my life -- don't know why I waited so long. Dogs rule.

Oh yeah, and the Red Sox rule, too!!

Half right....dogs rule. :lol:

I don't like to set the alarm clock for an "exact" time (i.e. 8 o'clock, or quarter past ...) I prefer it to be 2 minutes past, or three minutes to, or whatever ...

OK bruce how'd you do that?

Yes.

Also, I talk to myself in English mostly, even though I am Dutch.

I've been to Leyden. I loved it, the clouds were so amazing, just ripping across the sky, so low.

I would love to return someday.

I have powers. :cool:



Psssst...your fly is open.

I'm the guy in the hammock.