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Flinging Poop: Insight derived from random associations using mp3 players
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Wednesday, December 05, 2007. Insight derived from random associations using mp3 players. So, there I am. I just finished feeding (and cleaning up after) the dogs, and am about to settle in to watch Stripes on DVD, when I get a wild hair to check me some email. I do that now and again. Check email, I mean – not play with wild hairs (not that there’s anything wrong with that. Actually, it can be a lot of fun, depending on how wild that hair is. By now, Barnfart has completely forgotten why he’s taki...
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Flinging Poop: June 2006
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006. Come On Baby, Light My Fire. You know that gag people try and pull when they are caught in a lie/unexpected/or otherwise unprepared, and they suddenly feel the need to escape, so they point behind you and, with as much surprise, shock, and fear as they can muster say, “Oh my god! 8221; You’re then supposed to turn around to look, distracted by their fear and warning, only to see nothing, and when you turn back, the person is gone. You know the gag I’m talking about, right? They&...
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Flinging Poop: April 2007
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Friday, April 27, 2007. When is a sandwich NOT a sandwich? Today was one of those rare days I didn’t bring lunch to work. It’s a long and boring story, but the point is when lunch time rolled around, I was sitting here lunchless. Being lunchless in a lunchy world is no damn fun. Fortunately, the building in which I work sits next to several fooderies, so I had my selection of places to go and spend $12 or so for some over-salted grub. Anyway, I think the woman working the counter is a little sweet on me.
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Flinging Poop: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006. So there I was, watching TV (don’t ask the show … I was in a serious bout of vegetating), when a seemingly innocuous commercial ran by grabbing my attention as it did. I know, you are about to ask, “Monkey, if you can’t remember the TV show on account of your vegetating, how can you recall the commercial? You must be a filthy liar! Ease back, Poncho, let me finish. At first the commercial didn’t register, as it was just another blur in an already blurry background. They wore t...
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Flinging Poop: March 2007
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Thursday, March 29, 2007. Of Wickets, Overs, and Ovals. I never thought the following words would ever come out of my mouth (nor spring from my fingertips, as the case may be), but here they are:. I am beginning to understand Cricket. The game, not the bug. Dig it: a Cricket Wicket. I know, I’m kind of frightened by this as well. But, it’s not my fault. See the company for which I work has a lot of employees of Indian descent – almost all of them actually from. Who are here on work visas. And were about ...
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Flinging Poop: April 2006
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006. ABC News and the Washington post broke this small story about how our idiot boy-king went on Polish television in 2003 and proudly proclaimed that the US had uncovered proof of Iraq’s biological weapon program in the form of a couple of trailers. The problem was, the trailers weren’t mobile bio-weapons labs. And the folks in the field sent in a report saying as much. Oh, and the idiot boy-king made his brash statement. That report had reached Washington. Let that sink in. B...
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Flinging Poop: January 2007
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Sunday, January 07, 2007. The source of Blogpinions revealed. This explains sooooooo much. Sarcasm]Of course, I'm never guilty of this. PS: Is it only me, or does anyone else notice a frightening resemblence between Brewster and Zapp Branigan? Friday, January 05, 2007. Oh, Those Wacky Catholics! Tonight I am going to finally be finished with my xmas gift swap. Actually, it's not unlike many bloguments (like that term? I think I created it, so anyone using it has to give me full credit). My kind of pope!
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Flinging Poop: May 2006
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Friday, May 05, 2006. I Read Dumb People. It's come to my attention that I've recently been de-listed by a few folks, for reasons which are entirely their own. Hey, fair fucks to them. I suppose there is a casue for it beyond merely engaging in some sort of juvenile pissing contest, or popularity rankings, but I'm really not 100% sure and I don't really care. Whatever the case may be, it has happened. My reaction to the whole thing: Oh. I mean, am I supposed to be upset or insulted by this turn of events?
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Flinging Poop: July 2006
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Monday, July 31, 2006. Okay, I know, posting about Mel Gibson's getting all shitfaced and then exploding in a venomous anti-Semitic rant it hardly a unique thing to do. In fact, I bet thousands of these (blog opinions) have popped up on the net since old Mel got busted for drunk driving and showed his true sense of privilege and entitlement - you know, boasting how he owned Malibu and how he was going to make sure he "fucked" the cop who nailed him. What a great guy! Killing (up to now) hundreds of innoc...
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Flinging Poop: Rock Star
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Thursday, August 09, 2007. Last night, at around 1AM (PST) there was yet another in what is basically a series of endless earthquakes in the LA area. It was small, short, and one of those that natives and long-time SoCal residents view as more fun than frightening. It measured 4.5, which means it felt as if someone had bumped into your bed, or your neighbor had his subwoofer turned way up and was listening to some serious bass. Kiss me, Kate. I love love love love me some Dr. Kate. That unapologetic dyke...
