Albi the Racist Dragon

If you want to stop racism in New Zealand now could not be a better time....

Cried a damndable jelleybean! Genius I say, genius!!

Course in Numerology

I think its ironic that we celebrate Jesus' birthday on the 25th. The reason why is because that 2+5 equals 7 and 7 is supposed to be--according to ancient Hebrew numerology--the favorite of the divine.

Also, according to the code, forty is also another favorite of God. February 1968 is when the Family started, February 2008 is when the offensive will begin. In numerology forty-nine is also another favorite number of God. That means that, theoretically speaking, the last seven years could be 2 years after the offensive begins which would make the Millennium begin in 2017.

I'm not saying that its absolutely set in stone. But it is something to think about.

And, speaking of which, here's a pretty little piece I've found for you. Percy Byshelle, to be exact (a wonderful stress relief) with his poem "When the Lamp is Shattered"

When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead -
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.

Une Celery

I am convinced that the people that videotape pranks and put it up for others to watch are some of the lowest degree. Sure... their funny. But I don't think I wouldn't enjoy anything like aliens jumping out from bushes or black women sniffing me.

Well...maybe if the black women was hot...that would be a entirely different story.

Jeri Lynn Ryan is hot. She's definately a fantasy.

I just finished watching old men in drag playing xylophone's while saying "Alarm Horse" in the most curious notes of falsetto.
I think I'll be traumatised for life.

It is the most wonderful time of the year...

Bah humbug! That is what I have to say about it really.
Seriously though, for as much as Christmas means to me I must simply agree with Ebenezer’s judgment of: "Boiled in their own pudding, and buried with stakes of holly in their hearts."

That is not to say that I don't like the original day of Christmas. I enjoy Yuletide just as much as the next bloke. But, just as it is with Valentine's, I really do not like the cotemporary feeling that the season entails. Coincidentally, it is also with Christmas that couples flaunt their emotional goo all over those around them the most. Save perhaps Valentines... but on Valentines they keep it primarily to themselves. Strangely enough they catapult it across to those that don't have any in this season though. It sickens me.

I don't mind Christmas Day though, its good enough. Get to have my family come over for awhile. We usually celebrate it in a very traditional way and on certain subjects I'm a sucker for tradition, honestly.

Sigh.. my head hurts... I think I need something to eat.

I want to watch Love Actually tonight, and my 1932 version of Robin Hood.

Pray for me.

Best way to say no to a girl

I'm sorry daring... your hot and all.... but you just dn't sizzle my angus.


Comeon, laugh, we know you wanna wanna:)