Crow's Eye: Maintaining a commitment to Pointless Acrimony™ and Hate Filled Invective™! Also available in corvid mischief and traditional sly dog's mistrust.
"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red
"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done
"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ
I just like "golden slumbers" and how Paul sings it. It's a good sign off, too. I'm sicker than I thought. I have to get well and sitting at the monitor is a good way to fuck that up.
It's time to convince my insurance company to pony up for another series of MRIs and CATs, because my symptoms are getting worse, not better.
I spent all of Sunday without the left side of my face, and with the fingers on my right hand feeling like they were passing through molasses whenever I moved them.
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Sleep is good. I recommend it highly.
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I think it's overrated, but maybe that's just "sour grapes" for my "graveyard shift" working butt.
I just like "golden slumbers" and how Paul sings it. It's a good sign off, too. I'm sicker than I thought. I have to get well and sitting at the monitor is a good way to fuck that up.
It's time to convince my insurance company to pony up for another series of MRIs and CATs, because my symptoms are getting worse, not better.
I spent all of Sunday without the left side of my face, and with the fingers on my right hand feeling like they were passing through molasses whenever I moved them.
So, it's time to "carry that weight."
Or some shit like that.
Really sorry to here that, Jack. By all means, stay off the keyboard for as long as will help. I'll be thinking about you.
Peace, friend. Hope you are better soon.
Nice article, thanks for the information.
Sup? Place isn't the same withoutcha.
Sick, drip.
Thx all.
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