My hands feel like I've been fapping far too hard for far too long. That might in fact be the case, however the I suspect other extraneous activities have also played a role. Earlier this year I developed Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in my right hand while doing various construction work to keep my hands busy and wallet padded. As a result, my right hand became nearly useless and the meaty part of my hand between the thumb and index finger became swollen to the size of a golf ball. After a few weeks, the feeling in my hand returned and I could no longer do "The Stranger" the instant way; without first sitting on my hand for 15 minutes.
This past couple of weeks, I'm back to doing "The Stranger" after taking up some tile work on an investment property. In my overconfident zeal (that's f ... Read more ...
He will be someone.
When you have nothing,
He will be your something.
When you are exposed,
He will relinquish his clothes.
When everything in life has turned against you,
And you feel nothing worse could you ever go through,
And, oh, what you would give to have someone to go to,
It is then he will be, your shining virtue.
He will be there to fight off all the evil that you know.
He will be forever yours, your own; your life is his. His is yours.
He is your hero.
We are leaving a couple of hours to go visit so I'll see you and Aunt Betty very soon.
I was thinking about you and how you fit into the family. It occured to me that although I never met your brother, I imagine he was much like you; affable, caring, a huge heart, and someone that stood out for his overtly loving character. Even today, more than four decades after he passed, the family still talks about good ol' Johnny. My mom still cries every now and then about him, I know. She wishes she could have had her dad around to teach her to drive, guide her through womanhood, and give her away when she married dad.
Instead, she had Uncle David there, and I must thank you.
That sort of makes you like my grandpa. My mom became an amazing woman because of you. As a result of her love that she learned from you, I have an amazing mom that loves just as much, and made me who I am today. I owe a lot of that to you.
By this time tomorrow, you'll probably be seeing Johnny, and I think ... Read more ...
I woke up with the phone ringing. Dad. He said, "America is at war. Turn on the news. They just bombed New York City." I woke up my girlfriend. For the next several hours, she and I watched in disbelief as the world was changing live in front of our eyes. We watched as the second plane disappeared behind WTC1. We watched as the ball of fire, steel, concrete and flesh blew out the other side. We watched as one tower fell. We watched the dust settling. We watched as within the dust clouds the tower disappear again. A replay? No. Nothing there this time.
We turned off the TV, held each other, and cried.
In part I, (www.ebaumsworld.com/user/blog/RJM/view=81083460) I described how money is multidimensional. So its best to look at economics without looking at its face value, but rather its worth to the person that has it.
Profit is what happens when value goes up. So how is value made? The best way to illustrate this is imagining us all in a village. And yes, you are the village idiot. Congratulations; now you know, but the rest of us already knew. Fortunately, youre an idiot that at least knows how to milk a bull. With a little training, you graduate to the female cows and start making real milk. You have one cow, and shes a gusher. You dont need that much milk, but what you do need is porn. But before porn what you really need is a house. Sucks to be you because you couldnt even play with Lincoln Logs without getting cited by Building and Safety. BUT, you Got Milk.
Get it? Got... Milk... Fuck you, it made me chuckle.
Anyway, you have more milk than you need, but the vill ... Read more ...
