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While surfing the web I came across this website called The Future Faster, which pretends to be a grass root's campaign for promoting technological growth and spurring healthy competition.
So, it's obviously a sack of crap paid for by telecom companies looking to halt the growth of municipal broadband ventrues, and stifle competition by the little ISP's. It's got some crappy, miscilanious, vauge petition to sign with is obviously just crap, ton's of misleading "business-speak" and catch phrases like, and a just a lot of misleading sentances and ideas all designed to fool somebody into believing that these people are trying to help you. But here's the best part:

Do you see that cell phone? Jesus christ on a stick! Do you think for one minute that I'm going to want a group that think's that's the future to have anything...ANYTHING to do with my decision on whether or not broadband is regulated by government or business? I mean christ, if your going to try to give me some hard sell bullshit about how evil a municipally run broadband solution is, at least use stock images from this CENTURY!!!!.....moron's! Here's a good page that exposes them for the slush fund, dirty money, lobbying dolt's they are. bah, stupid people just get under my skin..... - New surgery for removing Ass Crack so you can wear low riding jeans without worry.
- 4 Trunk Monkey movies: You have to see the last one, it's hilarious! Sent to me by Jeremy
- Rad2Go: The Q Personal Transporter....omg, wall mart ripped off the segway!
- Live Cat Soccer!
- Nothing like greedy CEO's, especially when you own stock in their company.

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So done with pergo'ing...for today anyways. Extreme Home makeover's is on tonight, and don't want to miss that. Plus trading spaces competition is on as well. Here's a few cute cat pics I meant to put up earlier, just been busy. Plus the one with me and nibbler we just took today. He's actually trying to lay down in the pergo box....thank god he's pathetically cute, cause he's mental. Must be to much cat nip...makes you do strange things:
Now if you'll excuse us, me and Jen are going to go sit down, watch some TV and have some well deserved chinese food.

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So we finished the Guest room today and started on the master bedroom..pergo-wise. I think we're really getting better at doing this stuff (but without jen i'd be lost completely because I can't draw a straight line). That being said, i'm very tired and my back is killing me. Anyway I uploaded some pics of the guest room floor. Now keep in mind we are going to attach the quarter round in all the rooms later, so you'll see those green things (1/4" spacers) all over the place.

Aside from that, got the dryer all cleaned out (full of old lint), sprayed for bug's, and even managed to kick everyone's ass at trivial pursuit last night. Damn....i'm good.

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Just can't get enough of it apparently! Had the convergence on the Hitachi in the family room adjusted earlier this week:

The computer desktop seems to look better on it now. Also I ordered myself a new toy :) I'm not telling yet, but I'll wait till it get's here and then show it off. Also me and Jen got to play with the nail gun's today (FUN!) and finished up some final touches on the dryer vent system to increase efficiency and keep bird's out of the vent. Now I just have to find time to clean the gutter's.... - Don't click on this game. You'll get sucked into it and then realise like 10 minutes have passed and you haven't blinked :( Curses to Jen for sending me the link.
- This one's for Rick. How to never lose Pepsi's I-tunes giveaway.
- Linux is for Bitches.
- Another fun little game called Monkey Lander.

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We should all do our part to educate our selves about the dangers of Dihydrogen Monoxide

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Because I'm a man, when I lock my keys in the car I will fiddle with a wire long after hypothermia has set in.
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Because I'm a man, when the car isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another man shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't, know where to start."
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Because I'm a man, when I catch a cold, I need someone to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in bed and moan. You're a woman. You never get as sick as I do, so for you this isn't a problem.
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Because I'm a man, I can be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I cannot be expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or "tofu." For all I know, these are the same thing. And never, under any circumstances, expect me to pick up anything for which "feminine hygiene product" is a euphemism.
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Because I'm a man, when one of our appliances stops working, I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together.
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Because I'm a man, I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a whole show looking for it (although, at one time I was able to survive by walking to the TV and physically turning it on and changing the channel).
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Because I'm a man, I don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone. Why would you listen to a complete stranger? I mean, how the hell could he know where we're going?
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Because I'm a man, there is no need to ask me what I'm thinking about. The answer is always either sex, cars or football. I have to make up something else when you ask, so don't ask.
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Because I'm a man, I do not want to visit your mother, or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when she calls, or think about her any more than I have to.
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Because I'm a man, you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't.
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Because I'm a man, I think what you're wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it---looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?
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Because I'm a man, and this is, after all, the year 2004, I will share equally in the housework. You just do the laundry, the cooking, the gardening, the cleaning, the vacuuming, and the dishes, and I'll do the rest.
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Tommy sent me a picture I took using his camera a few weeks ago. There are all the flowers my sister got after her surgery. Crazy, eh? It was like a florist's store blew up in there.
Insane I tell you, nothing says get better like watching pretty things slowly die for no reason but your own amusement :) - I never got my copy, but here's the owner's manual for the penis.
- Sumo florist...um yeah....nsfw (not safe for work...audiowise).
- Wash that down with some soviet kitten's.
- Here's a little game called Fan and Ball. It might contain a Fan and a ball...i'm just not sure, these thing's can be tricky sometimes. Well only 7 1/2 hour's till I can sleep. Damn all nighter's :( Speaking of things that are crappy, made the first mortgage payment today. Now the funny thing is our bank offer's a "mortgage accelerator" program that claims to pay off your mortgage 6 years quicker, and save you 55,000. All for a one time membership fee of 295, and a 5.95 monthly fee. Umm....let me think, cause ya know, it's not like I could just pay an extra 200 towards the principle myself and get the same results with paying the stupid little fee's. Besides, why would they want me to pay it off quicker..that's interest they loose out on. I'm telling you this, companies are in business to make money, and if you think for a second that a bank will help you pay off you mortgage quicker and save money your a freakin' fool. You might as well be in the back of a little yellow bus licking the window because that's how stupid you are. Anyways, back to work.....

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Ever had just a real shitty day? Just remember it can always get worse (courtesy of Jen):
And I added some pics of the room we finished pergo'ing last night!!! (YAY) Here you can see a before pic of the closet in the room:
And here are the first few rows of pergo we installed:
And here's some custom cut's we did for the closet, we used a scroll saw with a fine wood cutting blade:
As you can see the closet corner's came out [austrailian]FANTASTIC! [/austrailian] on the first cut:
Finally here's a shot of the room, the extra pergo boxes were used to hold the floor in place as we worked on it:

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I just watched this at work, to funny not to share: - What not to do with Roman Candles Stupid, but funny as all hell. Reminds me of a couple of 4th of July's :)

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Whats the bad part about working with people in TX and CA? You get to hear about how warm it is out there.
As you can see, it is snowing today...again :( Also, I submit to you a photo titled "I am a very fat cat"

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Added some funny pic's today:

Looks like my friend Dave's desk :-P
Pay attention and see if you can find the error in this ad. Helps to know HTML, but very funny! And here's the best one i've seen in a while. I actually captured the screenshot myself today and I swear it's real:

The guy actually posted a shot of the CD key, LOL!!!!

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So here I sit waiting for a *.scr file to finish compiling into a binary *.cnf so I thought I'd post a little bit of random stuff. Jen got me this great gift the other day, a subscription to The Onion newspaper. I tell you this stuff is hilarious, absolute genius satire here. I ran across this really cool keyboard while on ebay looking for ergonomic keyboards and grabbed it for Jen. It even lights up, pretty sweet actually. Speaking of ergonomic keyboards, i'm in love with this one from Kinesis. Maybe once I get my office setup it'll be "splurge on dennis time". Then again I've bought so much stuff lately....I really shouldn't complain. Links o' tha Irish:
- Crazy game...seriously mentally disturbing...not gross, just weird.
- Would you like to see some celebrities swear? Of course you would!

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From my inbox, courtesy of Jen: - What He Says- What He Really Means !
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> "I'm going fishing."
> Really means: "I'm going to stand by a stream with a
> stick in my hand all day, while the fish swim by in
> complete safety."
>
> "It's a guy thing."
> Really means: "There is no rational thought pattern
> connected with it, and you have no chance at all of
> making it logical."
>
> "Can I help with dinner?"
> Really means: "Why isn't it already on the table?"
>
> "Uh-huh." "Sure, honey." "Yes, dear."
> Really means: Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned
> response.
>
> "It would take too long to explain."
> Really means: "I have no idea how it works."
>
> "We're going to be late."
> Really means: "Now I have a legitimate excuse to drive
> like a maniac."
>
> "Take a break, honey, you're working too hard."
> Really means: "I can't hear the game over the vacuum
> cleaner."
>
> "That's interesting, dear."
> Really means: "Are you still talking?"
>
> "Hey, I've got my reasons for what I'm doing."
> Really means: "And I sure hope I think of some pretty
> soon."
>
> "I can't find it."
> Really means: "It didn't fall into my outstretched
> hands, so I'm completely clueless."
>
> "You know I could never love anyone else."
> Really means: "I am used to the way you yell at me and
> realize it could be worse."
>
> "You look terrific."
> Really means: "Please don't try on one more outfit.
> I'm starving."
>
> "I'm not lost. I know exactly where we are."
> Really means: "No one will ever see us alive again."

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Pessimistic Outlook Can Be Good, Says CMU Study (TV5-AP) Detroit--A recent study conducted at Central Michigan University finds there may be some positive effects of having a pessimistic outlook on life. Central Michigan social psychologist Bryan Gibson collaborated with David Sanbonmatsu of the University of Utah to explore the ways in which being a pessimist could positively effect the decisions people make. They discovered that with regard to gambling, pessimists tend to make safer and more conservative choices than their optimistic counterparts. But that's not to say being a pessimist is always the way to go. The persistent nature of the optimistic gamblers makes them keep trying, even when the situation seemed dire. Although they were more likely to lose, the optimists also were more likely to win big.

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Damn cat figured out how to get into the kitchen cabinet's.....but not how to get out of them. Gotta hop in the shower here and get ready, there's a Donor dinner going on tonight that me and jen were invited to for the food bank. The guy from Will and Grace (sean hayes) is going to host it so that should be cool. Should be interesting, at least it's a good reason to break out the suit....hope still fits. Well gotta go shower and take some advil (damn floor is killing me).

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Make your own avatar here. Mine:

Jen's:(she made it)

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Ever see "Rejected"? This guy is a little slice of genius. Trust me you have to see this animation short.
From the website:

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Here is the coolest beer ever made!!!!!!!! Case of 24 glow-in-the-dark, experimental, caffeinated 16 ounce beer-like beverages. Caffeine per seving, 220 milligrams. Alcohol per serving, 12.4%. Must be 21 or older to purchase (hold your ID up in front of your monitor when placing your order to verify age) Go ahead and order me a few cases would ya?? Just click on the Add to cart button!

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Imaginary Girlfriend's Carrie
Age 20, From Washington, DC Imaginary Girlfriend Service:
Personalized Letters
Photos
E-Mails
Online Chat
Phone Messages
Gifts I'm a student at a private university in Washington, DC, majoring in creative writing. As an imaginary girlfriend, I offer personalized, hand-written letters, emails, photos, gifts, AIM chats, and phone messages. I have theatre experience, and can carry off the persona of your choosing. Letters and email will be chatty, describing my day at school and how much I miss you and look forward to talking to you. When our time is nearly up, I will send email and phone messages expressing my dismay over our break-up, and begging for another chance. No two way phone conversations.
Price $45 per two month period. To choose Carrie as your Imaginary Girlfriend,

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Female or She-male? I'd tell you my score, but I'm to afraid to take the test myself :)

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There is an article on CNN about the Marth Stewart trial and stuff, so I was reading it when I came upon this little nugget of wisdom: "This is a victory for the little guys ... No one is above the law." -Chappell Hartridge Now here's my problem....what the f**k is a juror doing making quotes and doing interviews to the press? Excuse me, but doesn't anyone else thing this is a little ridiculous that suddenly we're all interested in what this guy has to say? Who the hell appointed him judge of the corporate world? What experience does he have that qualifies him as an expert on 401k investment or how secure the "middle guy" investor will feel now that we've finally convicted the evil Martha Stewart. Then there's this little gem:
"Hartridge said the panel was well aware that people's lives were in their hands. " Holy......crap........Nothing like a person who feels self rightous is there? Isn't it great that we have champions like this brave man protecting us. I mean it's not like there's other, more important travisty's of justice going on. The CEO of Kraft get's a 3 million bonus while laying off 6k people, but thank god we've nailed ol' martha eh? Remember when you used to be responsible for a company when things went bad. Ya know what, here's a book Jen bought for me. Pigs at the Trough: How Corporate Greed and Political Corruption Are Undermining America. Go buy it and read it, you'll be amazed at the crap that happens if your a CEO and screw the company into the ground. Oh and if your ever on a jury, don't suddenly think your important. As Admiral Ackbar would say "It's a trap" numbnuts.

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here's a quick link or two from me to you: - Geek test. I think i've posted it before, but here it is again from Patrick.
My score: 36.48915% - Major Geek
- Watch your first step, it's a doosy! So horrible, yet so funny :) This came from Jen via Gale. Thanks JEN!!!!!

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Added some pic's today:

Here you can see Nibbler is instructing me on the right way to install a washing machine.
This is a picture before I put up the closet doors. Note that I did not add the sparkly things on the chrome. :)

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i'm not making this up, last week me and jen were driving by a church and I said to her "you know what they need to get more people in to church, wireless internet". Of course at the time I was half joking....but sure as shit someobody did it. In other news:
- She never saw it coming. May be not safe for work....

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Guess I better hurry up and run this patch!!!!! From: "Microsoft"
To:
Subject: Use this patch immediately !
Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2004 16:27:10 -0600 (CST) Dear friend , use this Internet Explorer patch now!
There are dangerous virus in the Internet now!
More than 500.000 already infected! Jesus christ, are there really people that stupid in the world? Where's darwin when you need him. Norton AntiVirus removed the attachment: patch.exe.
The attachment was infected with the W32.Dumaru@mm virus.

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The following is from an email Stacey sent me. It was so good I just had to share it: I go to my community's farmer's market. It is the highlight of my late Spring, Summer and early Fall Saturdays. I love the peacefulness of it, the unhurriedness and nostalgia of an uncomplicated world in which I have never, and will never live. Well, if I'm going you can be sure there are some freaks abound. Most of the personalities are farmer's market snobs who scoff at people that ask for brussel sprouts in May (I mean, what an ABSURD notion!!! Let me get into my BMW with my scuff-free Talbot shoes.) I would love to see Laurie Notaro in a place like this and have eagerly adopted her role in this environment. Then of course there is a bearded woman (literal,) diry feet granola girls, many senior citizens (who must crawl out from under a rock because I never see them in my neighborhood apart from Farmer's Market.) I realize this is going to be a long story, but hopefully worth it. I've come to the realization that I'm a touch Obsessive Compulsive. I stick to habits very very firmly. I always take the exact same route through the farmer's market and, should I deviate from this, it stresses me out a bit. So my route takes me between Scylla and Charybdis (remember the Odyssey?) On one side is the radish-pushing man who, after being $2.00 worth of cherry tomatoes always complains about his bills and tries to push something on me. So I've chosen to stay my path, but as far away from radish-pusher as possible. This is not so bad as it brings me to the fruit and nuts guy. Usually this tent is manned by an elderly gentleman who tenderly picks the best cranberry trail mix from the lot special for me. Well, soon the tent was staffed with a middle-aged guy who closely resembles the comic book guy from THE SIMPSONS. He's sporting a Lord Of The Rings: Return of the King shirt (remember, this is last summer, so it's surprising to see the merchandise out.) I ask him about it, apparantly he has "friends" on the crew. A tad skeptical that a fruit and nuts guy is anyway affiliated with a multi-million dollar production, I linger awhile to wrap up conversation about the books and the film and wander off. One week later, I notice the comic guy again at the fruit and nuts stand. He's looking around a spots me at the fresh flowers, cheap green beans tent. He waves me over. I take my time going (remember my OCD) and says "stay right here, I have something for you!" He lugs his under-excercised body to his car, pulls out somethings and hurries back with a "I thought about you all week." He thrusts a Lord of the Rings: Return of the King calendar into my hands and urges me to sit down behind the tables to look through it. Not ever wanting to seem inconsiderate, I do. It's a great calendar and I gave it back to him with a polite "thank you." He then insists upon my keeping it. "It's an exclusive... early release... no one else has it..." Oooookay... I thank him again and go off to the older women who sell decorative chili peppers and nutritional "salad for your cats" grass. The next week I'm faced with my Scylla and Charybdis. I really want my cranberry trail mix, but decide to go without because I just don't want this guy to think I'm flirting with a $3.00 purchase. I edge back toward the radish-pusher who exclaims "hey, buddy, it's been awhile. We have some great broccoli..." Sigh. The next week I brought Bogan. Nothing says "I'm off limits" like linking arms with a former marine. Comic book guy looked a little put off. When I went to buy my cranberry trail mix, he was aloof and kind of rude, confirming my suspicions. I settled my guilt with a thought: I deserve to by the fruit and nuts I want and I'm entitled to bring whoever I want. The great thing is that I got a calendar. The bad thing: It was 2003 and half done with already. Exclusive my ass!

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Caring for Your Introvert The habits and needs of a little-understood group

by Jonathan Rauch

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Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice? If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out? If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world. I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert. Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs. What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring. Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses." How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population." Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping. Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics. Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.) With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty. Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so. The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush." How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation. Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?" Third, don't say anything else, either.

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This is the coolest thing, I have ever seen - Buthead '
It's the Master Sword recreated from Zelda: A link to the past (for the SNES). Full details on Planet GameCube.

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- March is Caffine awareness month.....that and beer are proof god loves us.
- Everyone already has a Tatto? Ear piercings are last week? Sick of wearing pajamas to school? Then get a branding! Kid's love'm, so do cows!
- Mentally deficient man fired for eating 1/2 a donut, and placing it back for sale. He then sues for discrimination. Final message, don't hire retards. Burger king unavailable for comment.
- Reason # 39 that I'm glad i'm not jewish.

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Bought a new washer and dryer :) However, first I had to replace the drier hosing and gas line. The old host was clogged (dead bird....yuck) and full of lint. Apparently they old owner had put a screen over the vent to stop birds from getting in....without making sure the bird was out. :( Funny how things like that tend to affect the operation of a dryer. And I got my bonus for the year, so I bought an air compressor and nailgun for the trim work :)~

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- Would you like ranch dressing or extra thumb with your salad? - Remember that smack the penguin game I posted a while ago. Here' s another version of it that features blood and landmines :) - A guide to internet humor.

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- Super Mario Bros: Part I. Good stuff man.
- Tall people sue the airlines for discrimination. Snowballs heard cheering in hell.

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I sometimes wonder in this world of our's if god really does exhist, and then something wondeful happens and I'm reminded that he does truly care: - The Family Guy to return to television.

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Ok, so before we continue to the lackluster conclusion of my DFW woes, let's skip back to the initial even that put the bad karma into Texas. When I went to Midway for my departure flight, I waited at the gate for my two travel companions. So we got on the plane no issues and started on our flight to DFW from MDW. No biggie right? I mean I fell asleep on the trip, but that just made it go quicker, so all's well. So the plan lands, we taxi up to the gate and deplane. I get out to the terminal, then stand there waiting for them to get off the plane. While I'm doing this I get out my phone, power it up, call Jen let her know I'm there safe.....standard stuff.
Well I wait and wait, and sure as shit nobody's coming out anymore. Eventually the flight crew comes out which means the plane is empty (flight crew is always the last to leave).
So I'm sitting here like a moron, so i guess they must have gotten off the plane before me and headed to the baggage claim (even though they knew i wasn't checking any baggage) to pickup their stuff and they're waiting for me there. No big deal, maybe they didn't want to leave their bag's sitting there while waiting for me.
So I hike all the way down to the B25 baggage claim which is like 1/2 freakin' mile because they refuse to open up the door's near it. Here's a map of the terminal I landed in. We landed at B25...walked to B14, through the gate with a single guy there (obviously protecting the security of the empty airport) and then right back to B25 on the other side. We made a U, a big long U.
Anyways, I get there and people are still around from the flight, but I don't see my co-workers anywhere. So now i'm completly confused as to what happened to them. Did they miss the flight somehow? Open a window and get sucked out? Am I in the right airport, did I fall asleep and take a connecting flight somewhere? Am I on the Amazing Race?
So after I stand around there for a bit with my thumb up my ass I take the escalator downstairs to the rental car section (well where the rental car shuttle is anyways) because I figure they aren't going to walk around Dallas for a week.
And lo and behold there's one of them standing there, turns out the other went looking for me. So here's my point: Who doesn't wait for the person(s) they are travelling with at the gate? Hell even the baggage claim.....but the rental shuttle??? Com'n...... Gotta get working......more later.....

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- AOL force installs spyware, little yellow man last seen running away at 28kbps.
- Amazing new technology brings scratch and sniff to the internet.
- Incredible letter from Congressman John Dingell regarding classification of McDonald's workers as "manufacturer's".
- Ever watch "Trama life in the ER" on TLC? If you do catch this episode, it is amazing. And last but not least, when kidnapped in Texas, and placed in a Ford Tarus rental car, pull yellow handle to escape, and frolic away!

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Guinness + Bass Ale = Black an' Tan :) Pretty good aren't I?

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