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05:32 - Thursday, Jun. 16, 2005
memories! from the corners of my atrophied mind! heheheee!
howdy folks!

gee, i sure gotta lotta comments yesterday! all for a lazy 1/2 ass entry! imagine how may comments i'd get for a real entry! hheheee!

this comic strip dug up a buried long time hidden memory:

end of school year, 1965 on my way to school, i found on the street, (i swear to god it was on the sidewalk!!! i didnt dig it up!) one of those tree looking plants in a big planter! it looked like a mini tree in a planter, im sure u seen those! anyhoo, i dragged it into school, and into the classroom before anyone seen me do this. when the teacher came in and seen this, she asked, who brought this into class? proudly, i stood up, and sez me! i did it! i wanted to give ya a going away present! chaos ensued! questions were raised! where? how? what? jeez, ya think i'd stolen it for craps sake! my mother was called, again! i tole her under penalty of the garrison belt where i got this and all that! i showed them where i got it, and the people who it belonged to was summoned, and the only thing that saved me from the dreaded garrison belt was the testimony of these people who said that they put it on the sidewalk so the trashmen could pick it up, and they threw it away. so it stayed in the classroom. i dont recall what happened to it, but it seemed at the time to be a good idea. why is it when you are a kid, and ya try to do something good, the adults question you? one time i was at the supermarket reading comic books when i seen some people putting clothes in a bin. i had seen this bin before, but had not paid much attention to it. it was a salvation army donation bin. back in those days, they didnt put locks on the bins. and fathers day was coming up, so i went out to the bin, and found a shirt that i thought would fit my pa! it was a white shirt, with a laundry tag on the button. when i brought it home to give it to him, questions were raised, panic ensued, then when i told them where i stole it from (i was a lil thief back in the day, not anymore) everyone laughed! and the shirt was too small to boot! hell i didnt know! i was 8 or 9 at the time, and the only thing that saved my ass from that deraded garrison belt was my uncle, who said that hell, at least im trying! hehheee!!!
i got a nifty scar on my right hand, under the thumb, above my wrist, and heres how i got it! one fine day, me and my gang of thieves were in a woolworths 5 and dime just crusing around the store, looking to swipe something, when the manager came by and started to follow us around. we didnt steal anything, but that wasnt the point! the mere fact that we were in the store was good enough for this guy to follow us around! so we made a break for it, even though we didnt steal anything, and the chase was on! now the woolworths had a swinging glass door, and on the way out the door, a lady was coming in, and she pulled the door open and came in, and on the upswing, i stuck my hand out, and instead of catching the metal bar, my hand hit the glass, and whammo! my hand went thru the glass, and panic ensued! blood everywhere!!! one of the kids ran home to get my pa, and we went to hospital and i got 8 stiches in the hand, and the doc kept saying how lucky i was that i didnt get it in the wrist! i got it in the ass later on though with that garrison belt!!! woo!!! for those of you too young to know what a garrison belt is, its a old fashioned huge belt with a giant ass warming belt buckle! you get wacked with this, and you got a real ass whupping!!! woo!!!

heres a pic!

even though on occasion when we would fuck up and the garrison belt came out and was put into service, it wasnt much of a deterrent. i guess they still make them cause i found the nifty pic on google! mighty google knows all!

well, things turned out ok, i grew up, survived childhood, and im still alive! hehehe! parents! do not beat ya kids with a garrison belt or anything else! times have changed! they will prosecute you for beating ya kids! and they serious too! back when i was a hellion in the 60's no one gave it a second thought! if the cop on the beat got ya, you got it from him, and then he dragged ya ass home, and you got it at home too! thats the way it was! so, if ya kid gets caught doing something, dont whack him/her, sit em down, and talk to him/her. find out why they did the deed! communication is best! and dont yell at em, no matter how angry you are. disipline out of love and caring, not anger! and tell the kids you love em, and give em a hug! i never got that when i was a rug rat, but i turned out ok anyhow! whew!



Today through Saturday, the National Right to Life group holds its annual conference at the Bloomington, MN Sheraton. The event is also billed as the "Pro-Life Event of the Year." Yep, that's because the rest of the year pro-lifers plan to bomb the shit out of stuff.

Surprisingly enough, fetuses will not be admitted to the conference. If I'm reading the conference Web site correctly, childcare is available at a cost for "newborns" through 12-year-olds, but there is absolutely no mention of the unborn on that list. Now is that really a caring life-loving attitude?

Pro-life teens will have their very own sessions to choose from, with topics like "Abortion: How to Answer the Hard Questions without Losing Your Lunch." I imagine this translates into, how not to let the school bullies taunt you for your pro-life views and then steal your peanut butter and jelly samich and cookies from the lunch table. They can also learn about "Lifeboat Ethics." I have no idea what that means. Key speakers will include, um, mostly people I've never heard of before.

Moving on to death, today is also Bloomsday, in honor of one of those famous dead literary Irish guys, James Joyce, and his famous book Ulysses. No, that's not an indie rock band, or a solar probe, though it is actually both of those things too. (For extra points, can you name the other 79 famous dead Irish literary guys?) Anyways, Ulysses is said to be "difficult" literature, so I'll give you a quick rundown.

The entire book takes place over the course of a single day. You guessed it, June 16 -- only in 1904. On this day, advertising salesman Leopold Bloom goes on a micro-odyssey through Dublin where he examines his relationship with his wife Molly and surrogate son Stephan Dedalus. Very little happens. And that kind of sums it up. The best way to celebrate is to go get stewed at your local Irish bar. Though the more serious-minded among you might foolishly be tempted to read the book's entire 267,000 WORDS in one sitting.



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so hava happy happy joy joy day! stay cool and sweat free, and dont work too hard! tomorrow is payday for some of you! enjoy, and smile!


FACT OF THE DAY
Englishman John Alcock and Scotsman Arthur Brown become the first men to fly the Atlantic non-stop today in 1919. Piloting a converted Vickers Vimy bomber, the duo take off from Newfoundland at 1.45pm on the 14th of June and land in a bog in Ireland some 16 hours later. They are both knighted for their achievement but tragically Alcock dies in an aircraft accident a few months later. Brown lives on until 1948.

Cat of the Day

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