Jon in Pasadena

Try taking this quiz; you might be surprised by the results. (Or perhaps not. I wasn't.) DISCLAIMER: this concerns religious beliefs so don't hurt yourselves.... Quiz

Thanks, Jester! He be a holy terror though....I lost 10 pounds already chasing that little bugger. Loved your story BTW. I actually have quite a few I can't tell yet due to statutes of limitations not expired yet and so forth... B)

Which means that the more you drive, the more you like Bush? (Bonus points to anyone able to unravel that silly-gism.

Sure, either one works...the only one I'd advise against is "Captain Jack!"

Oooh, that's gotta sting!

Aw, come on now, what are you implying; that these mightn't be the only ones out there ... ?

Not super funny but here's what I got: One girl I dated for a few months in college. She used to go out with an upperclassman acquaintance of mine, but the next year he took off for Grad school and one night me & "J" hooked up. Thought things were going pretty well for a few months, then I got the damnedest christmas card while I was back in WNY visiting the folks. It said "Christmas is like sex: in the end you !@#$ing pay for it!" Well it's been 20 yrs and I still have no idea WTF that meant. Bu I did make a hurried trip to the Doc just to make sure it didn't mean you know what! (It didn't!) Anyhow, J blew me off a few weeks after that and headed up north to reunite with her ex- (same grad school) who later cheated on her with an array of bimbos and generally treated her like crap. I was pissed for a while then consoled myself all summer with a baaaarely legal chica... Another girl, (also a "J" -- coincidence or spooky -- you decide!) I was dating for over a year when she went on vacation for a few weeks and left me the keys to her room. The housing dept. suddenly decided to revamp her building so I had like 24 hours to move all her crap somewhere safe, and otherwise prepare for the whole rehabilitation/repainting process. Which I did by pulling a really nasty all-nighter. And then repeated the whole process in reverse a week later when housing finished the remodel, plus clean, vacuum and organize all her crap. So J2 gets back from her vacation to a nice, spanking new, clean, freshly painted, organized room. And repays me a few weeks later by dumping me for some musclebound artistic physicist dude who was supposedly a friend of mine. Or at least a FOAF. Who she'd insisted she wasn't interested in. Whatever. I felt like a friggin' idiot for wasting my time and energy like that and being pretty irate I gave her a good talking to which basically boiled down to "you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas" and then I crawled into a bottle of Jack and played "Eve" like 1,000 times. Upshot of this one is that a year later she dumped muscle-boy and a few months after that he ate a bottle of cyanide. No foolin'. J2 eventually married yet another former friend of mine, divorced him, and basically disappeared into the ether. Me? Happily married 7 years with a great wife and an awesome kid. So something better will definitely turn up for you! And until then...there's always Mr. Daniels...

Good thing we have broadminded people like yourself to lump over 60,000,000 people all into the same category, huh? :I starred in Brokeback Mountain:

I think the argument is clearer, and even more obvious, if the numbers are expressed as percent of the respective state populations (more properly it would be percent of registered voters, but I assume that to be proportional). Then we get "swing" Florida=2.2%, "decisive" Pennsylvania=1%, "narrow" Ohio=1.2%. Yep, NPR is officially innumerate.

Dunno if she counts as unknown, but I think that Kristen Kreuk is ludicrously attractive... and she'll turn 22 this December!

Like, say, by passing a law banning head-scarves for muslim schoolgirls and turbans for Sikh schoolboys? Way to stand up there, Jacques!

If they want to do it by Sputnik's 40th anniversary they'd better start working on that time machine...

Last friday I'm waiting at the red to make my left and when the left arrow goes green I start my turn only to have some broad who was stopped at the red coming the other way gun it off the line, blow the red and drive through the intersection. Good thing I was paying attention. But the really crappy part is that there were two motorcycle cops sitting like 3 cars behind her when she did this. Think either of them did anything about it? To serve and protect....themselves. What a joke.

I'm sorry, but for some reason that just cracks me up. Feel free to hate on me now.

Here's the one that's been really chapping my ass lately: Say you've got a red light at the upcoming intersection, and the stopped traffic is backed up in the #1 and #2 lanes. There's also a (short) left turn lane which is partly or fully empty, but you can't legally get there yet because you'd have to cross the double yellows and drive the wrong way down the opposite side of the highway to get there before the traffic unclogs. I hate it when I'm patiently waiting to get up to where I can legally enter the turn lane but some !@#$s behind me just cross the double yellows and enter the turn lane ahead of me. But I hate it even more when I'm coming the other way. :I starred in Brokeback Mountain: I've almost been in two head-ons due to this in the past 6 months. Friggin window-licking !@#$tards. The last time this happened I yelled at the bastard: "If you hit me I will !@#$ you in your eye!" :I starred in Brokeback Mountain:

Only if you're the passenger. Or a squid.

This exact thought occurred to me during and immediately following the Jax game. I suppose it's a constant tightrope walk between using (and showing) your best stuff, and keeping a few things in reserve to be pulled out in desperation time in a crucial situation against your division foes. In this case they almost got the balance right except for a couple of brain-farts by NC and CV. Oh well, at least we should have something nasty saved up for the Patsies! Maybe Sam Adams on the 'go' route!!

Well, I grew up in Buffalo so to me it's just 'Wing' Tzun (or possibly "Chicken Wing Tzun") , but I guess for the rest of the country it''d be 'Buffalo Wing' Tzun! And the dumbest rule in all sports is that any team that is playing Buffalo in a playoff or championship game is allowed to fold, spindle, mutilate, bend, break or just plain ignore any damn rule it pleases.

Over 20 yrs in Shotokan Karate. Also have trained some in Judo & Aikido. I hear good things about Wing Tzun; try it out and tell me what you think.

Last Spring I went to the Osaka grand Sumo tournament. That was my first time to see it live. It was a lot of fun. Great food, great beer, great action. What's not to like? And btw, although somewhat odd to outsiders, there is no way in hell Sumo can compete in strangeness with this

Well, for me the Shinto trappings (like the salt and the mawashi and the fun little dance that the Yokozuna does ) are not particularly relevant. That's not what I'm looking at. As a student and teacher of Japanese martial arts I am intrigued by the techniques used by these big, strong fighters. It isn't always easy to see the techniques hidden under all the fat, but believe me, they are highly skilled. Personally I am built like the antithesis of a rikishi, but I try to watch and learn from skilled fighters wherever I may find them.

Are you a Sumo fan? I think it's pretty cool, myself.

[ quote=Alaska Darin,Sep 6 2004, 07:31 PM] That's a very nice story - in a pretty twisted kind of way. 20281[/snapback] Yeah, strangely enough that seems to be an accurate description of most of my stories....

When I was in college I almost stepped (barefoot) on a good-sized Widow. I ran and got a jar and captured her easily enough. I named her "George Carcass" after a friend of mine who hates all creepy-crawlies, and over the next few weeks I fed her a steady diet of bugs, mostly moths since they were always fluttering around my dorm room and annoying me. Watching her stalk and kill the moths was really cool. A true assassin. The moths never knew what hit them. One day I noticed a huge egg sac had appeared overnight. Apparently female Widows, like many spiders, can store previously obtained sperm for months at a time, and they fertilize their eggs when they get a good food supply. Eventually hundred of cute littly baby Widows emerged and ate everything they could find including each other. I gave the survivors to a researcher on campus who works with a company that milks the venom to make antivenin. Pretty cool. Sadly George passed away one day after eating what I suspect was a tainted bug. But I'll always have the memories.