I think is some ways a "Failure" can be a "success". One could successfully avoid all of the pitfalls of stupidity only to be regarded as a failure on most measurable fronts.

want a laugh.

We were wondering where to put a hammock on out yard... which happens to be in the middle of some insane renovations. Insane in that the people doing those renovations have 3 kids... and two of them are twin infants. Now one of us is a groundbreaking scientist who has been consistently publishing papers in the finest journals with respect to Cancer research, and the other is a loser mailman with a floundering musical career yet has produced an album per annum for the past decade and a free live show for the past 3 years.

who the fuck is going to lie in the hammock?

Perhaps Carl Fatman can take over the Lynx paw Courier and hand them out at the sky train from 5-7AM and then again from 3-5 PM. I have always ben a sucker for regimented insanity.

When i lived in a wharehouse in Kitsallano a long time ago... by myself.... after Darren left town to go back to the place he belonged. I tried to schedule my week into half hour segments. many of the 1/2 hour blocks were left open for "pie in the sky" think tank sessions. Others were for physical strangth and flexibility, some was rhythm practice, some was wordsmithing. then there was the female socialization.

Let me tell you one thing... if you are going to have something like that on your fridge then beware of the fact that a woman who you may be socializing with in the alloted time in you abode may end up reading the schedule which perhaps may cause some shall we call them "communication problems". Everybody is quick to ridicule things that are different and then when that ridicule is met with pro logic one of the few escape avenues is the idea that the person in the debate is running in to the end of "Female socialization"... even after pointing out that the block after "female socialization" is a free block followed by a joker... which can take the form of another block... they reply... that could be your masturbation block.

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"Had to shoot my dog in the back of the head when he got mad" starts one of the better songs released in the world this year and it's called "country livin" and it's on the Family Stump CD "Keep it in the Family" released a while back. And i tell you one thing... it's not a set of music to listen to working at a Post office on headphones while your co-workers are are working beside you. What they will hear is sharp outbursts of cackeling laughter for 8 or so minutes, then some tears of sorrow and then the words "oh you fucking gross bastard younger, why you got to paint such a pussey picture on me". I started getting the old stink eye from a few of the more militant supervisors and militant union shop stewards so i had to abandon. Neat hearing the representation of the doctor on the dubious number "have you seen my taint" having played the doctor a few times but in the end thinking about that anatomical mutation is not my thing. to me that is like a cat litterbox in the sense of the idea that i will not clean a litterbox. The last time i did i vomited and hurt myself and then when i cam home i was repeatedly mocked by family members of somebody of weak character... which, by the way is utter nonsense given that anybody who performes a task with such a natural handycap taking such a beating along the way deserves the status of true warrier.

The last cat i ever had, dumped on me by some idjit woman... or left in my care was when i lived above Hey Rock. Hey Rock don't do litter boxes either. when i had to go away for a week or two... actually befor we get to that have you ever heard somebody say "oh my cat never uses his litterbox, he always goes outside" and then later "except when it rains" gets added to the statement. Anyhoo Hey Rock agreed to water the plants and keep food and water in the bowl with the opportunity for the cat to spend the day outside, but under no circumstance would he go into the room that the litter box was in. I understood completely and went away for a few weeks and i remember coming back home and seeing Hey Rock before i went inside... I eyed him with empathy and said "how bad is the litterbox" , he looked back with very serious eyes and said "pretty bad" i double bagged the litter box and got it out to the front yard and then vomited heavily for some time. Hey Rock came out to console me and i tried to talk him into getting his head inside the plastic bags and taking 3 big breaths. Then i believe i tried to talk him into a swirley and he almost went for it as it seemed rather refreshing in contrast.