my job is a punishment. for my sloth and my pride. a kind of self-imposed sisyphean torture. each bottle and every hill are penance. they remind me daily and painfully, how i got where i am and where i could have been.

I will not miss route. Ever. Not even a little.

What I need, is a bigger gun.

"Dude that [item] is only 4 polygons. Wow could run on a goddamned ham sandwich." -tom

Have you ever had a moment where you realize, suddenly, that the only connection to someone you thought you had no longer exists ( Read more... )

Last week: Pregnant women can drink wine. This week: Pregnant women shouldn't drink coffee. If they were a bit less fussy about what they swallowed in the first place, they wouldn't be in this mess.

"The way New Englanders drive their cars; Quickly, aggressively, rubbing fenders like NASCAR drivers. They dont blithely float across lanes, expecting you to get out of their way, like L.A. drivers. No, they assume you won't get out of their way, out of spite, and actively took steps to disabuse you of that notion. Driving in New England requires ( Read more... )

I just have one last thing to say from this IP address before I'm never able to post from it again.

There are moments which mark your life. Moments when you realize nothing will ever be the same. And time is divided into two parts. Before this and after this. That's the test. Or so I tell myself. I tell myself at times like that strong people keep ( Read more... )

You take the top most score of your "scale" and double it. Im still above it.

Scoring:

0-24 - Very Poor (Failure)
25-41 - Poor
42-58 - Average
59-75 - Superior
76+ - Very Superior


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You may very well have forgotten or overlooked as I did the amazing fact that our home does in fact orbit a STAR