For anyone who missed Rob’s Christmas concert I scanned one of the posters. Experiencing Rob’s performance was the highlight of my 2004. Although he may not have packed the house for his debut concert, everyone in attendance was thoroughly enthralled.
They don’t call him the Lady Killer just because he kills ladies!
Time/Space
Places without time never die.
People without fear never shy.
Where does it all end where does it all go.
How many more loops around this precious coil?
How many thoughts before I’m freed?
Jesus was a last timer,
He came down to try and
Point us in the right direction.
For this we will forever be indebt’d.
The religion that came about,
Shaped and crushed the world.
This knowledge now lost in languages,
Indiscernible to masses.
As dictionarieots guide expression
Towards infinitarium.
Our Life Time,
Our wring through the washer -
Our stead upon the coggles.
Whether we let, and vet, Or,
Perhaps make bet and
Revive the infernal insymmet.
I picture the world as it is today, knowing that I am a part of this planet's evolutionary design. I choose to live to my fullest capacity in a spirit of openness, intellectual integrity, and freedom. I am conscious that I have a role in the unfolding story of humanity. I am connected to the whole. I am prepared to imagine that my intentions can find a deep resonance in the hearts and minds of others. Together, we will stir the depths of human ingenuity, creativity, and collective healing. Together, we are part of an evolutionary pulse bringing into focus our collective responsibility for planet Earth and its diverse peoples. My intention is that I may come to a place of wisdom, compassion, and an abiding exuberance for serving our common work and the greater good.
The Institute of Noetic Sciences
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
what up
brotha?
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I'm
an injured scratch to the strike line brotha
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
why? what
happened?
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
was walking home and decided to take a short cut. The short cut led to a pile
of cement debris.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
While
trying to make a delicate jump from one heap to another, I lost my footing on
the landing. I smacked around pointy chunks like a cold damp sack of meat.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
ouchie
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
When
I looked down at my left leg it had a huge hole in it that was very deep and
dark.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
so what was
the final tally?
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Then
it started gushing the old red vino.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
el terrible
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
My
leg was red in rivers of hot blood
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
looked down for a moment to fully surmise the damage, before I immediately
headed home at a jog.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Arrived
at home, took off my soiled shoes, and left a trail of gravitational blood
splatter to the kitchen.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
wow... i
would have laid there and waited for a hot topless blonde with beer and pizza
to save me
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
retrieved a dish towel from the kitchen and fastened it to my thigh as a crude
but effective tourniquet.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Then
I staggered from the kitchen, grasping to keep hold of consciousness
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
we should
award you the purple heart
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
got in the car, taking time to cover my seat with a thick plastic bag, turned
the
radio
up full blast, opened the windows and tore off.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
At
that moment I wasn't worried about cops at all. I was completely focused on
survival mode. Fuck the cops, I'd let them see my leg covered in sticky red
blood, then I'd ask them to hurry up and let me fucking die already.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
But,
I never seen those blue bastards.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
made it to the hospital where I was promptly greeted with gasps and a flurry of
activity.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
that never
happens when i go
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
The
attendant brought me a wheelchair, and a nurse put a blanket around my leg.
Whether this was out of concern or just so I wouldn't bleed all over the
sterilized floor... your guess.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
lots of
excitement
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
After
some tests the nurse cleaned the blood off, and inspected the wound.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
At
first she said it looked like a gunshot. Then after submerging her finger in
and seeing the hole was without end surmised it was indeed an attack of the
great wily borrowing hedge hog. It seems a ghastly and deadly spike had bored
right through my leg, and retreated just as fast.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
holy shit
that sounds like it would sting a little
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
This
I can assure you came as some shock to me. It took only a few pictures and some
slide shows for her to completely assure me.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
the visuals
do help
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
have been healing since that day (yesterday) and with my time I have been
researching.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
ohh... what
have you been studying?
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
have been scrutinizing the beast from origins to offspring.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
have painted a detailed psychological profile of the beast’s inner workings.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
666?
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
or your cat?
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
My
hatred of the great wily borrowing hedge hog grows with every ounce of
knowledge I gain of it.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
ahh... the
fabled great wily borrowing hedge hog... heard it many moons ago
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
It
has been known to stealthily live beneath the top layer of soil in tropical
rainforests.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Beneath
its sodden mantle of earth the beast waits for the sounds of victims.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
you're
starting to remind me of the guy from rear window... keep it up
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
say victims, as these creatures do not take food. They are one of the two
organisms on earth to kill for spite. They are devilish, sadistic brutes of
hatred. The only way they differ with the second organism is that, they,
(unlike man) do not greedily take anything worldly. The only thing that drives
these creatures is the power of killing with their deadly spikes.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
i've often
felt all rodents to be sadists
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
These
rodents are especially nasty.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
I
have constructed what I believe to be the only known weapon effective against
the great wily borrowing hedge hog.
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
perhaps you
should plot the hierarchy of evil on a chart for the benefit of man everywhere
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
do tell
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
It
consists of a canister of pure jet fuelent, a pilot light and a nozzle
controlled by a stock mounted trigger. I call it "The Devils own
Halitosis".
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
excellent
name
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
With
this arm of gods I will set ablaze the very soulless caverns of these foulish
hell beasts.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Are
you with me brother?
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
to the bitter
end
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Will
you join the front of man, and take up arms against these baby killing fiends?
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
it is my duty
as a man and a soldier
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Will
you lay down your picket sign and take up your "Devils Own Halitosis"
to reign grievous judgement upon these savage hellions?
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
as charles as
my witness... i shall brother... i shall
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Good,
tonight we fight. Tonight we will all feel the hot flowing rivers of pride and
life as they cascade towards our toes.
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
This
is our stand!
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
and then....
we dance!!!
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
There
is no going back!
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Our
lives, our children all for God and Country!
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
we shall not
falter... we shall not fall
Tim - Aliant is
talking about talking says:
not so much
for god... i hear he created the hedge hogs
Chuck ** On
Strike ** 12 Weeks and Counting ** says:
Well
no ones perfect, after all he did create fermented malt beverages.
Tim - Aliant is talking
about talking says:
Fine point sir Charles
Party Wrap-Up
Good times were had by all at Matt's Good Friday all Christian straight-edge vegetarian politically correct party of the century!!!
More write up to follow, right now my finger is busted and typing is painfull. I will heal however, I always do.
Check out the mayhem!
All these pictures are unrated.
If you find them offensive and libellous/slanderous please forward your complaints to danpollard@hotmail.com
If you like them, please leave a comment. Your kind words are like flowers on my soul. They nuture me like a mothers touch...
Ohh yeah... the link Party Pics!
News to no one!
April 1st “Poisson D’Avril” : It was a tradition not so long ago when I lived at home, to stick fish about the house and upon each other on this day. The house quickly would start to reek so this tradition was quickly abolished.
I had promised a gamely coworker that I would prank him good this year, and I always follow through.
Before he arrived at work I switched his keyboard and mouse connectors into their opposite ports. This was just a warm up however…
When he went on break he forgot to lock his workstation, mistake #1.
I proceeded to take a screenshot of his busy desktop, then I hid the desktop icons and moved the taskbar to the top of the screen and hid it as well. I then edited the screenshot with the words April Fools… sucka! centered on the screen, made to look as though I had typed them in a blank field.
When he came back he started clicking about furiously, checking his mouse connections ect. Checking his task manager, alt tabbing through his programs. The poor bastard couldn’t figure it out. He even rebooted but it came up the same way. Good laughs were had.
Score one for my old skool l337n3ss.
April the 7th : I get paid… increase my stock of WMDs.
April the 9th : Matt’s Bash… always a good time… now with more dogs! Terrorizing the sleepy town of Fort Augustus is my second favorite pastime.
April the 13th : My birthday… I’m turning 21. I guess that means I’m officially no longer a teenager. No more sneaking into the Burger King fun land (naked) and lying under the multi-colored balls (patiently).
April the 16th : Kill Bill 2 comes out. Plan on getting “enhanced” and taking in the beauty that is Quentin’s perverted mind. Last time our posse included Matt, Andrew and Myself. I paid for all I believe, Matt paid me back… Andrew I killed and buried upright in a marsh. This time more of you lazy fuckers had best make a showing.
April the 17th onward : Wishing away the snow. The mild temperature and brown grass fuels my excitement for baseball and all things summer. I plan whole heartedly on playing in the Kings County league this summer. Those Winslowpokes are too much trouble to manage appropriately. Anyone interested in having a catch can email me or call my 1-900 number.
After over a year of being highly classified, I will now release the username and password for the Stratford team page.
Go here Chufre's Palace and enter in the following information: username = stratford – password = rawlings
Make sure to check out the team message board. Hours of paranoid ramblings and top secret discussions. As well see how fat we have all gotten since last year by viewing the long lost riske photos.
I used to like climbing to high places (especially at construction sites) and leaping through the air onto the packed dirt below. How I never broke a leg I don’t know, and my ankles are still shitty. The immediate danger wasn’t my concern however, I was doing my part to jump start evolution...
One day man will fly, it’ll take sacrifice and a strong Darwinian conviction, but we just need to pull together. I believe all we need are some psycopaths, convicted rapists and other career criminals with are making no good contribution to society to be heaved off cliffs in all manners of shapes until we find that one gifted individual that floats for a second before smashing into the scraggly rocks. We then extract DNA from that person and cross pollinate the clones with the subject that flapped his arms the most. By continually doing this and recruiting new volunteers, I believe that eventually we will be left with a human that can flutter briefly in air, under their own power.
This is just the first step however, and funding costs would be huge. If you would like to donate to this project, or just for more information please contact me: dreamtofly@flyboy.com
Hey Hey! A new post for the 5 people that may at some time read this.
I’m on my lunch right now, sitting at my training desk at Aliant HQ Charlottetown. I’ve moved to the Shangri La of customer rep jobs. I can feel the horrid nature of Watts slowly seeping from my veins, replaced by the gentle serenity of leather break-room couches and salary stepping after six pm.
I’ve been a busy man of late. Many different projects pull me in varied directions. I’ve joined a Call of Duty clan The Art of Warfare as well I play badminton twice a week, I also play with my girlfriend and too much on the computer.
Simon the Cat likes scratching at things thus keeping me up all night long. Last night was particularly bad. As well, Smeagol the Hamster is too fat for his wheel and makes a horrible racket.
I’m getting into the gym regularly working on a new strongest range of motion principle. By working in the strongest range of motion and using the heaviest weights I can recruit and exhaust the entirety of the muscle group that I am focusing upon as well as the supporting muscles. While “full range of motion” has always been a staunch stricture in the weight training world, it often isn’t entirely effective. You are limited in that you can only lift as much weight as you can handle in your weakest range, this often times will lead to plateaus and dangerous cheating. If you want my full treatise however you will have to buy my upcoming book, “Being Chuck, A Guide”.
I am also starting training on my A+ certification, as well as assorted CISCO courses. These are all available freely through Aliant/Bell’s online training center. Even though I do plan on making a triumphant return to University, I will be keeping my mind sharp by cross-training in as many disciplines as possible.
Wow! You're finished... now forget everything I told you.
In reference to Gabrielle's thread on this subject.
The "what kinda music do you like?" question in Junior High.
I remember that question, grade 8 in health class I think. I didn't really listen to anything... I didn't even have my own tape/cd collection. I didn't have cable so no Much either. The only exposure to music I really had was the radio. So when it came around for my turn, I blurted out the first band that came to mind... The Spin Doctors, as they had been playing on my ride to school.
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If a great orchestra were to accent my deepest thoughts, and play throughout my dreams; Life would be the slow capture of a great movie screen.
The beginning and end I shall never know, the plot too large to ever unfold. The characters too diverse to fit within our universe.
If we all were to dance upon this stage, and make love until old age, if eras passed and collapsed, and we all fell, there'd still be more story to tell.
If our sun sunk from the sky and the heavens died, if the oceans dried and the volcanos cried, if all planets were to collide and the universe to subside there'd be still more inside.
When death and life are one and the same, when pain no longer remains, when sons of suns are nothing to no one, when shadow can't find the light and our third eye has lost it's sight, this won't be our final night.
If the last atom were to meet it's end, and even a proton couldn't find a friend, if nothing had become less, and less was more, there'd still be much instore.
Even when the film is in flames and the projector is all that remains, when the last character is the narrator and all that could have been, has been; there'll always be that spark that casts a shadow in the dark.
...and after all this I'd still be working backshifts for MSN :P
