Fun with dynamite

This is the actual original newscast from 1970. More proof that truth is stranger than fiction.



You can visit the official website to learn more of the amazing details.

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Damn tree huggers would not allow such a sweet possibility to ever happen again. I guess there were a few good things that came out of the 70's,um, including me.

Enjoy your weekend

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Looks like a great idea!

Of course I'm freaking tall, you damn eyes are correct

Yes it is true, I'm fucking tall, or to better put it... I don't own a ladder since it would be a waste of money. At a dizzying 6'3" while barefooted, and no, I do not wear heels ... ever ... because I have common sense and get annoyed when the other rare tall girls bitch about the problems they encounter while doing that. But that is a rant in and of itself.

The brief point I am getting close to physically making is that one of the foolish humans who asks me if I played basketball yet again is going to get a basketball shoved down their fool throat right before I string them up from a hoop.

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Y'all most likely already figured out the question of the day I had to endure again at work.

Love the planning

As yet another twisted situation of truth being stranger than fiction:

The road I live on runs the entire length of one whole block with a T road at each end. The street sign at the east side says "Ave." while the street sign at the west end says "St." Damn, gotta love governmental planning.

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I could have taken pictures as proof but that seemed like too much work for something typically screwed up.

Season 3 for you & me :)

The newest season of Unforgotten Realms is now officially started. Here is the premier episode to start things off. If you missed out on the first 2 seasons, drop what you are doing and follow the link to watch them now !!!!



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Hell yeah, makes me wanna cast a spell ...

School (yawn) report

This is one of the assignments I did this past week for my ethics class (which I think is a cruel class to make a half-demoness take). It was in answer to a question about how much responsibility a person has with free-will.

Free will or not free will, and how can we ever tell for sure which one is accurate? If someone knows what the future holds, then there would not be any free will because the way events and actions will occur has already been determined. We could no more alter the future than we could alter the past. The best that we would have is a mere illusion of free will with no more actual power to shape events than the characters in a book could change the story that they are in. If that is the case then we have no responsibility for our actions since there is absolutely no way at all to change our behavior. However, since we have no practical way of knowing if free will is simply an illusion, we have to assume that we are in control of our choices. That means that we are responsible for what we do and how we do it. Of course there are various degrees that lessen the levels of that based on the mental capacity of the person involved. Obviously a small child is unable to make an advanced moralistic judgment as hopefully compared to an adult. Then there are people who are stricken with diseases of the mind which limit their understanding of ethical concerns as well. For the most part we are able to take full credit for our actions with only an occasional lessening based on unique situations where rash decisions or desperation was required such as the “kill or be killed” scenario.

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I have gotten into arguments with my apartment's local self proclaimed prophet over free will several times already and had to rewrite that posting a few times before I could turn it in since I turned extremely vindictive and angry in my writing as the memories of our fights surfaced in my typing. It is annoying to fight with someone who thinks we have no free will because god knows everything, including the future which means events are already set, then turns around claiming that we can still make choices. Argh!!!!

Tombstone

I would like to thank a friend for sending me another wonderful email (hint: this post is that email). However I kinda disagree with it since I think our country actually died long ago and current events are just part of our eternal punishment.



Professor Joseph Olson of Hemline University School of Law, St. Paul , Minnesota , points out some interesting facts concerning the Presidential election:

* Number of States won by: Democrats:19 Republicans: 29
* Square miles of land won by: Democrats: 580,000 Republicans: 2,427,000
* Population of counties won by: Democrats:127 million Republicans: 143 million
* Murder rate per 100,000 residents in counties won by: Democrats: 13.2 Republicans: 2.1

Professor Olson adds: "In aggregate, the map of the territory Republican won was mostly the land owned by the taxpaying citizens of the country. Democrat territory mostly encompassed those citizens living in government-owned tenements and living off various forms of government welfare..."

Olson believes the United States is now somewhere between the "complacency and apathy" phase of Professor Tyler's definition of democracy, with some forty percent of the nation's population already having reached the "governmental dependency" phase.

If Congress grants amnesty and citizenship to twenty million criminal invaders called illegals and they vote, then we can say goodbye to the USA in fewer than five years. If you are in favor of this, then by all means, ignore this message.

If you are not, then pass this along to help everyone realize just how much is at stake, knowing that apathy is the greatest danger to our freedom.

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If y'all wanna be a commie, then ya ain't ever gonna like reading a lot of what I post. Pa, go grab me shotgun!

Thee Dragon Slayer Comith

Ahhh, death in even it's tiniest form can be misconstrued into something full of grandeur and megalomania.

Today's adventure consisted of me returning sleepy-eyed to my apartment door after stumbling out to the mailbox to collect nothing less than my very own single piece of mail (surprise surprise). As I stood in the glaring sunlight finishing a cigarette, I noticed a little wasp nest in the corner of my doorway, with a yellow striped flying and poison coated sword it wielded with it's ass. Damn! I'm not sure if such a skill is more creepy, disturbing, impressive, or just disgusting!?! I battled it with my own sword (er, flyswatter) but ended in a mere draw (er, me running and screaming like a little girl back into my apartment where I locked the door as if that would help).

Hand to hand combat would not work against this devious creature so what options did I have left (my damn neighbor is gone for a few days and could not champion this poor damsel). So falling back on my half-demoness nature I thought perhaps I could nag it to death (or at least leaving my cave entrance). Again no luck other than the general agitation I usually cause. So back into my lair to lurk whist pondering my next option.

Hi Ho! I live in America and therefore should utilize our rich and overkill combative culture. CHEMICAL WARFARE!!! First attack to soften 'em up, 409 (which kills ants almost instantly for those who did not know that little fact since I'm all about education or something???). I think it freaked the enemy out a bit and cause the vile creature to become dangerously erratic. Perhaps not my best choice since it showed such enduring armor. Trial 2 I had more hope for, Scrubbing Bubbles! I calculated that if I could encase it in toxic foam it would surely struggle for a while until it worked itself into exhaustion and succumbed to death.

First blast produced a ball of foam totally encasing it giving me a brief flash of arrogant satisfaction, right up to the point that the little ball of buzzing fury started to shake its way out of the toxin. Another blast, then another, then another, then yet another, and still it kept coming and breaking free. Then finally silence. Was it preparing for a final all out counterattack? As I stood on guard, watching ... waiting ... scanning the blob of foam sliding down my doorway it finally appeared out of the gloom. I silently observed it's cold and lifeless body drift down to the ground in a pool of lemon scented foam, never to move another jagged limb again.

Victory is mine!!!!!

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It was a somber victory at best since such a difficult and well executed battle with thine enemy deserves a show of respect for it's worthy and honorable death.

Game not quite over

Ok, I actually played my new (and improved?) Wolverine game last night. I admit that I was kinda nervous because (1) movie tie-in games always suck & (2) I still have nightmares from the game on the PS2 a few years back (if you played it you know exactly what I meant). The new (and improved?) game is actually pretty kick ass. I had enough blood drenched mutant healing factor slice and dice fun that I stayed up until almost 7am this morning playing it (I got home at 1:30am from work). So yeah, I am hella tired but it was sooooo worth it, and I'll do it again tonite at least to the time when my eyes burn too bad to see very well.

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By the way Mr. Jeff, you will be happy to know that it does not take 8 hours to kill Wendigo in this game (superfist of the bad memory... full body shiver attack!)

New game

My birthday (May 12th) was a fairly underwhelming affair. I went to the laundry mat (woo hoo???) and then got all dolled up (eek, rare occurrence) and sat on my couch reading a book. I sent out a few text messages to some of my friends since we had all agreed to go out to the bar to celebrate me turning 35 Yep, 35, I am not gonna lie about my age like the freaking pissed off cliche chicks who switch into pure bitchy mode if someone even hints they might be anything other than 29 at the absolutely eldest regardless of the fact that your grandmother looks younger than them. Of course I did not hear a single thing back from any of them so I said hell with it and decided to stay in and enjoy a quiet night to myself for once.

That didn't quite work out that way although it was not too far off. My neighbor stopped by around 11 pm and decided to take me out to eat. Hooray for Denny's being open 27/7. Then yesterday (Friday which was 3 days after my birthday) I got a card in the mail from my Mom. She sent me a gift card for Wal-Mart and my 2 oldest nephews sent me headbands and ponytail holders (yea!) conveniently stuffed inside the card.

Every single year since before I was a teenaged moody/bitchy girl (funny how things never seem to change) I have gotten a videogame for both my birthday and Christmas each year with no break in that tradition. So to keep things going I used most of the gift card to buy a birthday game (she sent a giftcard so I could pick out what game I wanted). Sadly, they have a poor selection most of the time (um, try a Gamestop card next time, OK) but I finally decided upon "X-Men Origins Wolverine, -Uncaged Edition-" since it seemed like the best choice which I did not already own.

As far as what makes it an "uncaged edition" I have no idea since every copy I have seen of this game claims the same thing. It was my understanding that in order to have any type of special edition product, you first needed an inferior original product to compare it to and spout out how much better the newer and shinier one is. But alas, clever marketing has totally cut out the inconvenience of promoting the original and jumped straight to the improved version but cutting out the middle man game in the first place.

That is total fucking crap! A clever and misleading marketing scheme does not have the ability to make anything better by simply slapping a nicer label on it. Don't like the taste of Haggis then try the new and improved version which you can tell is totally different because it says so on the packaging. Blah!

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Watch for my new and improved special -uber bitchy edition- blog coming soon to a computer near you!!!

Policy

Yet another bitchy blog about my job. Ouch!

This is my new explanation to customers who try to demand that I give them credits on their bill when it is not justified, or when they try to get even more out of me. This is the scenario: "I understand that you would enjoy getting some extra money, but think of it like this. I work for you and am here to help out, but it is similar to being a school teacher. A teacher works for the students but is underneath the school's policies and guidelines. So just because a student may have messed something up on a test, they cannot demand that the teacher gives them a better grade simply because that is what they want even though the teacher could alter the records from a technical standpoint. That hurts everyone, including the student and can cost the teacher her job. If I handed out credit to everyone it would not only cost me my job but it also hurts all the customers by increasing the prices for everyone, including them."

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Of course there are sketchy yet valid points to that but hopefully customers will get the point that I'm not a fraking ATM.

Wait? What!?!

Off on my way to work yesterday I, um, screamed, when I saw this lying on my sidewalk thinking that it was a scorpion waiting to attack me (don't ask what I have been through if that was what immediately hit my mind). Turned out to be just a dried out crawdad so I poked it with a stick and broke it dried twig-like legs off pushing it around (with the stick of course).



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I'm not even gonna ask how the hell it ended up on the sidewalk when there are no nearby lakes/ponds/rivers/streams. Let's go with the military policy on this one (don't ask/ don't tell).

3 year old I.Q.

Granted that I am simply cute and adorable, yet that does not make me talk like a freaking child. For god's sake, I'm just a couple weeks away from my 35th birthday. So I wonder why the hell do some of the other girls I know feel the need to use words like "nummy" or "boo boo" or "potty," seriously, WTF!!! This is part of their normal conversation with other adults.

Now I totally understand the whole mommy thing (OK, sort of understand it since I only have had 3 nephews to deal with and none of my own brats as of yet) but unless you are speaking to a child those types of annoying baby talk should not be used. Hell, neither my sister or I have ever spoken like that to the 3 boys other than when they were infants. They were raised (like my sister and me) using real language like we would need to be able to speak during our entire lives. When I was a young half-demoness child (before my first baby fangs grew in) I spoke more like an adult than these women who have hit middle age or later.

It does not matter how smart or talented she may be, as soon as she describes a sandwich as "nummy" I am unable to help deducting at least 50 I.Q. points from her perceived intelligence immediately. Give me a long enough conversation and I start to wonder if she might not be a zombie due to her apparently having a -300 I.Q. with no obvious brain function. If you want to act like a child you can damn sure bet I'm going to treat you like one, and also like the kind who should be wearing a helmet on their head 24/7.

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If you have a "boo boo" try snagging a picnic basket to make yourself feel better instead of bothering me with the mumbled details with your negative intelligence.

I could be a star

New Video Game Technology Finally Allows Rendering Of Smaller Breasts

Clicky click on the link for the full story.

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I finally might be able to have my likeness immortalized in a video game now and fulfill a life long dream, hooray!