Historically, the claim of consensus has been the first refuge of scoundrels; it is a way to avoid debate by claiming that the matter is already settled.
- Michael Crichton

Go watch the movie and realise it’s a gem.

Let us not get bogged down in the facts. What we have here is an idea. It is the idea afterall that intrigues us and stimulates our intellect. The facts remain for those who would so desire to partake in an intellectual pissing match with some unsuspecting victim.

A coming together of what you ask? Of the fates. The more ones juggles, the more one has to juggle. Filling your schedule with new events is an exponential process. Event A may take up 10% of you day, but exhausts you for 20% of it. Take for example a man who goes jogging. He jogs for 1 hour. Then, he gets home and cools down…drinks some water. Relaxes. Not a problem, All total 20% of his day is spent jogging(for arguments sake). Imgine now, that your daily activites aside from jogging add up to 90% of the rest of your time. Suddenly we have to find a 10% window in which to cool down from jogging. There simply isn’t one. We can go on like this for some time…because the jogging is teh only REAL occupier of our time while the cooldown remains intangible. Then, it catches up. For me it is catching up in the form of acid reflux. My body needs rest so it sends me a message by pumping stomach acid up my throat and into my mouth. To which I reply…NOT NOW! Reaching for the bottle of bistmuth tablets(chewable pepto bismol) I cut off the remainder of the message a the source. Allowing me to continue abusing my system undisturbed for another day.

When will I rest? There is no rest for those who would choose to ignore the intangible elements of our day.

Ironically I’ve had time to write all of the garbage…but you get the point.

Liberals or Bust…

By some malfortunate turn of events people have been asking me to build websites for them…now I have no time to work on my own. I feel like it’s 6 years ago and everyone and their dog wants computer help from the “Programmer” sometimes I am greatfull for the opportunity to fix things for people…up until they pay me…or don’t.

Needless to say, my own website seems to be on hold…due to the overhwhelming workload I have. Getting 6-20 hits a day doesn’t give me much motivation to keep it dynamic either. I want to make a shopping section soon…where people cn order the baskets my wife is so fabulous at making…stay tuned.

The Stubbe’s Website

The sufferings that are endured patiently, as being inevitable, become intolerable the moment it appears there might be an escape. Reform then only serves to reveal more closely what still remains oppressive and now all the more unbearable. The suffering, it is true, has been reduced, but one’s sensitivity has become more acute.

Well…Like the title of the post…INSERT_NAME_OF_POST_HERE>…So I went in to register. Have you ever had your heart ripped out by a beautiful woman, or ha your dreams deflated by a close friend? I have never felt so sad before. When I got to my registration, after saving up to $200 fee…I was informed that before I could attend my tuition was due in full. I didn’t happen to have 2500 bucks stuck up my butt-hole so instead of paying my fees I broke down and began to cry. The woman at the desk tried to console me, but I couldn’t hear her anymore.

I WAS DISTRAUGHT!!!!!!
-Moaning Myrtle

Needless to say, the phone calls flew…Mom, not home. Loreyna, not home. I didn’t know the devils phone number…But my soul is already bought and paid for. The Mafia wouldn’t make a down payment on a “firstborn” child that wasn’t conceived yet…And nine month from now is to late for my mob money anyway. Dad, to poor. Mom, yes I know I called her already…But Jim answered the phone and gave me her work number.

The ball is rolling now. I can go to school. Never have I felt so hopeless before. I want so desperately to attend school. My dream of being a teacher someday was nearly torn from my grasp once more. No one is taking it though…Not New Horizons, not OSAP and certainly not a financial setback that my mother bailed me out of.