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How nerdy are you? Posted 5/10/2008 6:51:44 AM How nerdy are you? (2) Comments

Bush and the Pope Posted 4/16/2008 5:20:56 PM The Pope arrived in Washington yesterday. News stories said it was the first time ever that Bush left the White House to receive a foreign dignitary. Always before, I guess, he just waited on his throne for them to come to him. But there's a difference this time, you see. Because the Pope isn't like any other foreign dignitary. He is the face and the voice of God, at least in Europe, and at least to Catholics. And Bush is the face and the voice of God in America, at least to himself. That puts them on an equal footing, you see. Not like, say, Tony Blair or Vladimir Putin. (2) Comments

Goldman Environmental Prize awarded Posted 4/13/2008 2:50:39 PM Kudos to Ecuadoreans Pablo Fajardo Mendoza and Luis Yanza for having the stones to take on oil giants Texaco and Chevron. Their efforts to force these powerful corporations to clean up their messes in the Amazon rain forest have landed them a fairly hefty cash prize, as well as a cleaner world. Read about it here: http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fg-amazon13apr13,1,5347789.story (1) Comments

Welcome back Posted 2/23/2008 6:03:45 AM I'm so happy to see my best friends here have come back. I hope things go better for you here this time. Welcome home. (0) Comments

Your feminine side Posted 2/2/2008 6:35:11 AM Guys, listen up. When women tell you they'd like you to get in touch with your feminine side, they DON'T mean they want you to turn shrewish, or carping, or naggy. They DON'T want you to get all pouty and wounded if they forget an anniversary or neglect to ask you what kind of day you had. I'm sure you all can supply more. I'm currently dealing with somebody who's way too in touch with his "feminine" side, and it's wearing me down. Deej, who wishes more women could get in touch with their masculine sides. (1) Comments

Very cool, very weird Posted 1/31/2008 7:31:57 PM This has to be the best illusion ever created. If you look at the above images from your seat in front of the computer, Mr. Angry is on the left and Mr. Calm is on the right. Get up from your seat, move back 12 feet, and PRESTO they switch places!! It is said this illusion was created by Phillippe G. Schyns and Aude Oliva of the University of Glasgow Does this prove that we sometimes may not be seeing what's actually there? (0) Comments

A dog's Top Ten Pet Peeves Posted 1/18/2008 7:19:28 PM 10. Blaming your farts on me. Not funny. Not funny at all 9. Yelling at my barking...I'm a friggin' dog! 8. taking me for a walk then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly who's walk is this anyway? 7. Any trick involving blancing food on my nose. Stop it! 6. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew stuff up when you're not home. 5. The sleight of hand fake fetch throw. Whooo hooo you fooled a dog. What a proud moment for the top of the food chain. 4. taking me to the vet for the big snip, then acting suprised when I freak out every time we go back there. 3. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of guests. Sorry I haven't mastered that whole handshake thing yet. 2. Dog sweaters. Hello! Did you not notice the fur? 1. Acting disgusted when I lick myself. Look we both know the truth, you're just jealous (5) Comments

Play Presidential Pong Posted 1/3/2008 7:47:33 PM Choose your political identity! Choose your opponent! Watch out for his/her special strength PowerUp! Now go save America!! http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/presidential.pong/ (0) Comments

Horoscopes Posted 1/2/2008 6:28:35 PM According to the January 1 horoscopes as listed in the Sarasota Herald-Tribune - a HIGHLY RESPECTED PAPER with a very large readership - 2008 will be a PHENOMENAL year for EVERYBODY!!! No bad luck or bad cess anywhere at all. It's in the stars, folks. I read it in the paper. (0) Comments

New year's/Hogmanay Posted 12/31/2007 5:45:33 PM I'm usually sound asleep by 11:15 or so. New Year's just never was a holiday I could get behind. It seems so arbitrary to celebrate getting a new calendar. =) I'm more of a traditionalist. Not that long ago, although fiscal new year was celebrated on the first of January, true New Year was celebrated at the spring equinox, which makes sense. To celebrate the new lives beginning on the planet, the new seed springing from the ground, the turning of the sun and the return of its warmth. People used to yell "Happy New Year" to one another in late March, but then the governments decreed that New Year would be celebrated on January First. People who didn't get the word, or who forgot, or who refused to buy into the governmental new year, and who yelled celebratory greetings to one another in April, were called April Fools. I'm willing to be an April Fool. I suppose if we had customs as nice as Hogmanay -- presents and tall, handsome dark-haired men and the like -- I'd be a bit keener on celebrating this day. I used to make shortbread for New Year's but after my father's nasty cousin and her ill-favored brood were our first-footers back in 97 or so I stopped that custom cold. It clearly didn't bring ME any good luck. (1) Comments

Happy Christmas Posted 12/24/2007 10:27:11 PM (1) Comments

Scissors beats paper Posted 12/18/2007 6:38:34 PM (1) Comments

'Tis the season . . . . Posted 12/18/2007 5:22:44 AM The annual attrition ritual has started at my center. The receptionist, who at times has done the work of three persons, running three separate billing/filing departments, was told today that she has a choice of either accepting reduced hours (from full-time with a lot of overtime, down to ten hours a week) or to quit. The reason they're giving her is that they're switching to a new billing software and they don't think she'll be able to learn it. They're not giving her a chance to try; they're just taking for granted that she can't. I found this out as I was leaving this afternoon; her eyes were still over-run with wept-away mascara. My heart is breaking for her -- she's a very young woman who supports herself and her brother, and who works another job as well as this one to make ends meet. Unfortunately my selfish side rears its ugly head now too -- if they're letting people go, who's going to be next? 'Tis the season . . . . (0) Comments

Kitty Litter Cake Posted 12/17/2007 8:15:46 PM CAKE INGREDIENTS 1 box German chocolate or spice cake mix 1 box of white cake mix 1 package (12 or 16 oz) white sandwich cookies 1 large package vanilla instant pudding mix A few drops green food coloring 12 small Tootsie Rolls or equivalent SERVING "DISHES AND UTENSILS" 1 NEW cat-litter box 1 NEW cat-litter box liner 1 NEW pooper scooper Prepare and bake cake mixes, according to directions, in any size pan. Prepare pudding and chill. Crumble cookies in small batches in blender or food processor. Add a few drops of green food coloring to 1 cup of cookie crumbs. Mix with a fork or shake in a jar. Set aside. When cakes are at room temperature, crumble them into a large bowl. Toss with half of the remaining cookie crumbs and enough pudding to make the mixture moist but not soggy. Place liner in litter box and dump in mixture. Unwrap 3 Tootsie Rolls and heat in a microwave until soft and pliable. Shape the blunt ends into slightly curved points. Repeat with three more rolls. Bury the rolls decoratively in the cake mixture. Sprinkle remaining white cookie crumbs over the mixture, then scatter green crumbs lightly over top. Heat 5 more Tootsie Rolls until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake and sprinkle with crumbs from the litter box. Heat the remaining Tootsie Roll until pliable and hang it over the edge of the box. Place box on a sheet of newspaper and serve with scooper. Enjoy! (3) Comments

A Christmas Story Posted 12/16/2007 6:39:31 AM The Puzzle It’s the not knowing that I can’t stand, the emptiness. The harder I listen, the more I hear silence. Not a good silence, either; not the hushed “Silent Night” peacefulness of other Christmases, not the silence of something about to begin, but a silence that is dirty and drab, strained and dull, and patched with odd colors of gray and brown. Outside it is beautiful. Christmas in Florida is sunny and bright, the air a bit cool, a bit crisp. Poinsettias bloom in the back yard, a little scraggly, shopworn, not full and buxom like hothouse poinsettias, but my own. There is very little moisture in the air; it is dry and fine, which brings clarity to the colors of the sky and the grasses and the plants. I sit out on the back porch and even through the gray screens I can see each individual leaf of the trees. It’s odd how everything looks 2-D unless I concentrate on it and bring it into three-dimensional focus. A hammering in my ears distracts my attention from the visuals. Next door, all is quiet. Sound carries on this kind of air. Silence carries too. I sit here pretending to work a crossword puzzle, listening to the silence. What’s a six letter word for gulag? . . . Prison. Most days, a low brown smell of chlorine from the neighbors’ pool comes sliding through the fence slats, assaulting me with its chemical scent and harshness. Today there’s another smell, also brown, also bad. It’s a smell of cooking meat moving in from all around, from every neighbor’s house, filling up the air, making the atmosphere sticky with cooked fat. There must be other smells out there; surely people are cooking other things as well--potatoes, squash, pumpkin pie--but the smell of meat is huge and heavy and overtakes everything, like a field marshal, a commander. It muscles in and sits heavily against my eyes the way the noise of the silence sits against my shoulders and blankets the tops of my hands. What’s a five letter word for jesusjesusjesus? Focus, focus. What’s a six letter word for consolation? . . . Succor. I feel like an idiot for letting it get to me. I’m a chump; I know it. Always getting worked up about nothing in particular, and then feeling foolish and simple when it’s all over. And it’s always all over, sooner or later; and I’m always proved wrong. But it’s just so damn freaky. It was only two days ago that they were fighting like commando units. (“Nay, not so much; not two.” Shut up, Hamlet. Focus.) My foot kicks of its own accord; it jiggles and shakes and I find myself watching it, fascinated somehow by its movement. There’s a tightness in my hands, behind my knees, a tension like a lactose buildup that makes me want to stretch, to pull it out. Only two days ago they were yelling and cussing, the sound pouring through the fence slats, riding on the odor of chlorine. You can almost smell the booze when they fight; the tension is as thick and heavy as that meat smell seeping in from all over, and sticky like glue, like fat. You always wonder, do they know we can hear them? do they know the whole neighborhood is listening? Do they care? Or do they feel so right--so righteous--that each takes for granted we’re on his side, her side, all gathered round in a circle like spectators at a boxing match, taking somebody’s part as animatedly as if we had money riding on it. “Go, Doug, go!” “Get ‘im, Karen!” And when the curses spill out, ugly and brutish, do they think we’re totting up the score? A clean left hook on the mother-in-law issue, a foul on the weight gain? I hate to hear them fight but right now, hearing them not fight--it’s worse. Two nights ago I heard something bad, something--I can’t explain. Something wrong. A noise from the garage, a sound I’d never heard, at least, not outside of the movies or TV, a heavy sound, a sound of something falling, of something landing. Then the garage door spooled up, and the car started. I heard it pulling out and driving away as the garage door spooled back down. I haven’t heard anything since. So I work my crossword puzzles, or pretend to, and I drum my fingers on the table and wish that I still smoked. I could use a cigarette. What’s a six letter word for emphasize? . . . Stress. Oh god, the tension is hovering in layers. It’s as thick as turkey gravy, as thick as Christmas pudding. The phone sits on the mirrored tabletop, its reflection doubling its disapproval. I should call the police. I watch my fingers: ten little dancers, tiny Rockettes, rhythmic and uniform. Into the forefront of my mind comes a sudden image of Karen in her little pink waitress dress with its white cuffs and collar. Karen has red hair and pale skin, and in the pink dress she always makes me think of a strawberry sundae. Now I see the red of blood added to that, spilling over into the pink and white like a Christmas candy cane. It’s weirdly pretty in my mind, this image of her lying on the garage floor in a spreading pool of her own blood. I know real blood turns dark as the oxygen bubbles out, but in my image it’s as bright a red as candy syrup. I stare at my fingers, seeing Karen and listening to the blood pulsing in my ears. Drumming makes your fingernails strong. I read that somewhere. All the little cells rush to battle the damage, to correct it, to reverse it, in the same way that broken bones, once mended, are stronger than ever. My fingernails are turning into little weightlifters, little body-builders, stronger than anything, stronger all the time. What’s a nine letter word for color-correcting? . . . I don’t know. I should call Mike. Maybe I should. Maybe I should just call him, get his advice, a different spin. But it’s Christmas and he’s all bunkered in with his family. He doesn’t want to be bothered, and who could blame him? And I know what he’d say, anyway. “It’s nothing. You worry too much; you think too much. Leave it alone.” He’s right, of course. . . . Dithering. To color-correct is to dither. My neighbors to the south are playing horseshoes behind their fence. I hear the loud sharp clank of metal on metal. It jangles in my ears, hurts my teeth. I imagine Mike’s voice, thick with food and good cheer, and perhaps a little Christmas bourbon. Mike’s an atheist, but that doesn’t stop him from celebrating. Only silence comes from the house next door. What’s a five-letter word for busybody, meddler? . . . Prier. They’ve gone away for Christmas before this. Lots of times. They could be gone now, jetting up north to visit the family in Winnipeg, like they did the year before last, and the year before that. Like they do at Easter. But up until this, they always told me they’d be gone, asked me to pick up the mail. Of course, there’s no mail delivery on Christmas. But what about yesterday? The house was silent yesterday as well. I can’t control my eyes. There’s no one there. No one. No one living anyway. I want to pick up the phone, call the police, but what would I say? What can I offer? Silence? Yeah, that’s real suspicious. I look at the puzzle book and then, without knowing quite how, I discover I’m not looking at it all, haven’t been looking at it for minutes. I’m staring at the gray screen, at a lower corner where a moth has died in a clump of dry webbing and dust. It’s the not knowing that I can’t stand. I want to do something. Really I do. I get up, go inside, turn on the TV. It’s Christmas on every channel. What’s a five letter word for unworthiness? (0) Comments

There's a star in the East . . . . Posted 11/22/2007 3:44:39 PM I finally got out to see that exploding comet this morning. Outstanding! Easily three or four times bigger, brighter, showier and more impressive than any star or planet in the sky. I swear you can actually see the gases moving. And it got me thinking -- I never did buy into that story that the three Wise Men were following Venus. Venus is showy in the winter sky, sure, but if they were really all that wise they would have remembered seeing her last year and the year before. But an exploding comet -- Unpredicted. Unexpected. Unexplainable, in terms of contemporary scientific understanding. Undeniably astonishing. Something like this would have been something worth following. It would have seemed to be portentous of something special -- some miracle, some wonder. It's utterly gorgeous. If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it to yourselves to get outdoors in the early hours before sunrise and take a look. It should be visible for another month or so at least. Bundle up and get out there, and you'll have seen something that's a much-less-than-once-in-a-lifetime experience. (2) Comments

Published! Posted 11/19/2007 6:16:32 PM Well, it's finally up! Yeah, I have finally published my novel “The Haunted Man.” You can read about it here: http://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Man-Dori-Davis/dp/1434344606/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1195292750&sr=1-1 or http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9781434344601&itm=5 Mind you, I’m not asking any of you to go out and buy it; most US libraries have a public service commitment and will order a book if it is requested by a card-holding patron. I’m just hoping some of you will be interested enough in the book to ask for it at your local libraries. Anyway, wish me luck! (5) Comments

Thought for the Day: Posted 11/14/2007 6:23:37 PM SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES ..... THEY ARE NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING .. BUT THEY STILL BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN YOU PUSH THEM DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS (1) Comments

a clever little puzzle Posted 11/14/2007 5:32:07 PM There's a common English word of nine letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of eight letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of seven letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of six letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of five letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of four letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of three letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of two letters which, when one letter is removed, becomes a common English word of one letter. What is it? (0) Comments

Check Your Driver's License Posted 11/12/2007 9:56:34 PM I definitely removed mine. I suggest you all do the same. Now you can see anyone's Driver's License on the Internet, including your own! I just searched for mine and there it was...picture and all! Thanks Homeland Security! Go to the web site and check it out. It's unbelievable!!! Just enter your name, city and state to see if yours is on file. After your license comes on the screen, click the box marked 'Please Remove'. This will remove it from public viewing, but not from law enforcement. Please notify all your friends so they can protect themselves, too. Believe me they will thank you for it. http://www.license.shorturl.com < http://www.license.shorturl.com/> (1) Comments

Free rice (not Condoleezza) Posted 11/10/2007 1:04:48 PM Here's a word game for charity: http://freerice.com/index.php (0) Comments

The moneylender and the farmer's debt Posted 11/4/2007 10:05:03 AM Many years ago in a small Russian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to the village money lender. The money lender, who was old and horrible, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. The cunning money lender suggested that they decide the matter this way: He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag. 1. If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven. 2. If she picked the white pebble, she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown in to jail. Standing on a pebble-strewn path in the farmer's field, the money lender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag. Now, imagine that you were standing in the field that day. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful, logical analysis will produce three possibilities: 1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble -- her father goes to jail. 2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money lender as a cheat. But this would not forgive the loan. 3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment. Take a moment to ponder over this story. Experts use it to help people appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking. The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses any of the logical choices. What would you recommend she do? (4) Comments

Dancing Posted 10/30/2007 9:17:27 PM Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain. (1) Comments

Halloween Celebrants Posted 10/28/2007 9:40:54 PM (1) Comments

Alice Cooper and Donovan Posted 10/27/2007 9:24:52 AM So, I'm listening to Alice's "Billion Dollar Babies" album because, well because it's a great album and because it's appropriate to the season. So I'm enjoying one of my favorite songs on the album, "Billion Dollar Babies." I've always loved this song, and I've always especially loved the second voice in the duet. I always just took for granted it was one of the guys from the Alice Cooper Band, and never questioned it. But last night I thought, hey, it's a new century, I have the Internet -- let's see if I can research this a little bit. Maybe the guy has cut some other tunes along the way. Because I REALLY LIKE HIS VOICE, you see. So I look into it, and damned if it isn't Donovan. Yeah, that's right, the Sunshine Superman, Mellow Yellow troubadour of the sixties. Apparently he was recording in a studio down the hall and just popped his head in, and they decided to do this sorta creepy little song together. And it's so freakin' awesome! :) (1) Comments

Attitude Posted 10/26/2007 9:15:21 PM There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.' So she did and she had a wonderful day. The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. 'H-M-M,' she said, 'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.' So she did and she had a grand day. The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. 'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.' So she did and she had a fun, fun day. The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. 'YEAH!' she exclaimed, 'I don't have to fix my hair today!' Attitude is everything. (0) Comments

I don’t know why I’m remembering this. Posted 10/20/2007 1:02:48 PM But I am. Many many years ago a boyfriend and I went out to a beach in the middle of the night. I remember it was moonlit, and the water was warm. We were skinny-dipping in the moonlight and the water was filled with bioluminescence – little shimmering plankton creatures that lit up under the mild turbulence of the waves. The glimmering lights were everywhere – the whole gulf seemed to be twinkling like some magical fairyland. We dove under the water and came up with sparkles in our hair and every droplet of water on our arms glistened silvery and strange. We looked as if we were covered in radiant jewels. I took up handsful of water and draped his hair in these tiny seed pearls of light, and he did the same to me. He laughed, and even the corners of his mouth were alive with exquisite bursts of dazzling, flickering brilliance. We were ocean fireflies. It was wonderful. (1) Comments

bad lyric Posted 10/19/2007 7:09:05 PM I'd write a song about myself But nothing rhymes with "liberal" No honest girl will say as much (although perhaps a fibber'll.) (1) Comments

Political candidate quiz Posted 10/19/2007 7:07:22 PM http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460 Take it and then list which candidate you were closest to. I took this four years ago and came up Kucinich. I took it tonight and came up Kucinich. (1) Comments

Gore wins Nobel Peace Prize! Posted 10/12/2007 6:51:25 PM Gore wins Nobel Peace Prize! http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/13/world/13nobel.html?ref=science Gore and U.N. Panel Win Peace Prize for Climate Work By WALTER GIBBS and SARAH LYALL Published: October 13, 2007 OSLO, Oct. 12 — Former Vice President Al Gore, who emerged from his loss in the muddled 2000 presidential electione to devote himself to his passion as an environmental crusader, was awarded the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize on Friday, sharing it with the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, a United Nations network of scientists. The Norwegian Nobel Committee praised both “for their efforts to build up and disseminate greater knowledge about man-made climate change.” The prize is a vindication for Mr. Gore, whose frightening, cautionary film about the consequences of climate change, “An Inconvenient Truth,” won the 2007 Academy Award for best documentary, even as conservatives in the United States denounced it as alarmist and exaggerated. “I will accept this award on behalf of all the people that have been working so long and so hard to try to get the message out about this planetary emergency,” Mr. Gore said in a brief appearance on Friday in Palo Alto, Calif., standing with his wife, Tipper, and four members of the United Nations climate panel. “I’m going back to work right now,” he said. “This is just the beginning.” . . . . While the world’s major environmental groups all heaped praise on Mr. Gore for his role in raising public awareness, they praised the panel for, in the words of Greenpeace International, “meticulous scientific work.” The two approaches, however different, both play a part, scientists said Friday. The Nobel Prize “is honoring the science and the publicity, and they’re necessarily different,” said Spencer R. Weart, a historian at the American Institute of Physics and author of “The Discovery of Global Warming,” a recent book. Mr. Gore, who announced he would give his portion of the $1.5 million prize money to the nonprofit organization he founded last year, the Alliance for Climate Protection, said he was honored to share the prize with the panel, calling it “the world’s pre-eminent scientific body devoted to improving our understanding of the climate crisis.” . . . (5) Comments

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General Comments Wyvrx Posted 5/13/2008 11:11:59 PM Wow! Talk about taking on a challenge! I've one in the process myself(that I use mostly for my rpg charries) so I know what kind of task making a web [age can be! How's it coming along? brianwb2277 Posted 5/10/2008 7:35:14 PM been doing ok when you get your site up and running give my your uRL so I can take a peek at it Wyvrx Posted 5/10/2008 8:49:49 AM Wyvrx Posted 4/29/2008 7:59:29 AM brianwb2277 Posted 4/18/2008 8:20:28 AM I dont admin stuff just delete offensive materials and spammers. brianwb2277 Posted 4/16/2008 9:59:50 PM the pix was a jerk in his fruit of the looms. if ya wanted to see his willie you would have had to punch up your text or use a magnifying glass brianwb2277 Posted 4/16/2008 9:56:04 PM I deleted him his name was penisweet and had a kinda crude picture brianwb2277 Posted 4/16/2008 2:51:00 PM hi deej how are you doing Wyvrx Posted 4/14/2008 8:04:11 AM Wyvrx Posted 4/6/2008 8:09:22 AM brianwb2277 Posted 3/29/2008 8:13:43 PM hi , cant stay logged in the Oilers are playing the Flames game just started I just wanted to say HI pete Posted 3/29/2008 4:07:08 PM hello there! Wyvrx Posted 3/25/2008 6:15:53 AM figgyjslyme Posted 3/20/2008 3:50:15 PM Hey Deej! Newblog is comin' together again! It sure is good to see some of my old friends! Could ya bake us a kitty litter cake for our reunion party? tomraper Posted 3/19/2008 6:56:13 AM Deej - my little muscially obsessive pal. How goes it? Heard 'Hercules and Love Affair' new album yet, or 'The Duke Spirit' album? If not - do so. You'll love 'em! Wyvrx Posted 3/2/2008 8:55:39 AM brianwb2277 Posted 2/27/2008 7:48:58 PM they are going away but Figgy is having trouble though. Seems she caught a virus from them. Wyvrx Posted 2/25/2008 10:59:14 AM Thanx for the compliment :) brianwb2277 Posted 2/23/2008 8:46:27 AM yeah I am still at the other place . I rather like it . I like NB too but I am really getting pissed at the spammers . I was hoping Scoots was gonna take care of that. Wyvrx Posted 2/10/2008 8:22:47 AM Myspace layouts Please login to post a comment.