Terry Tate

Spoken like a man who's never witnessed middle-aged women at the opening of a day after Thanksgiving day sale. The store clerks do their best to avoid becoming consumed.

Now that's strange. I posted on this thread yesterday, and now it's gone, and the response to it also. Never saw that before. Board hiccup?

I've owned as many as three cats and two dogs at the same time, don't have a problem with either. The right/best animal is the one that returns what you want out of a pet. Nothing wrong with enjoying a good cat joke, though.

Maybe you should cover the blurry eye to avoid straining the other and getting a headache? A Hot Pocket and some duct tape should do the trick. Or a slab of bologna and a staple gun. I'm not technically a doctor, so the exact procedure escapes me, but you get the point.

Yet another example of why it's good to keep old people around. Testify, you old curmudgeon, you.

UNC chemists figure out what causes ‘skunky beer’

Just the damndest thing. I'm reading postings on a board from people I've never met, and many who've never met each other, and every time a guy or gal is in need, look at everyone step forward with a kind word. There's some nice folks who post here. I'm reading this a little later, but heck yeah I can do that. As a friend of mine is fond of saying, "We don't even need a reason!" If this thing wears you down at some point while you beat it, you have a place here to talk it out anytime.

I thought the real question was going to be which jersey should todd wear in the HOF?

Interesting, but doesn't surprise me. My sister-in-law is a designer who once showed me a set of color charts used by a color consultant she knows - like a ring of paint color examples, but with the specific thoughts and emotions each color evokes in people. The color consultant advises detroit what colors to put on their line of cars this year, recommends paint schemes for stores and restaurants, etc. He was hired by a client to advise the best color to make a specific mailing, in which the client had a huge stake in. The client saved an enormous amount of money in refund checks that were never cashed, many of them having been thrown away unopened due to the unappealing design.

Well, he is a reporter, not a soldier. I sense from his writings he has nothing but the utmost respect and gratitude for the job they do. Sounds like he gets out with them enough to tell the story. For everyone else, there's quite a bit to read there, I know. But it's a worthwhile read, whether you support the decision to go there or not. Some of those stories also have video links accompanying them, which can break up the long read.

Yahoo updates their frequently viewed photos on a regular basis. The photo that was originally linked to is posted next to the story here.

nice.

"[bruce Smith] promised he'd be there," Thomas said. "Then I called Darryl [Talley] and told him my speech wouldn't be as long as his."

The photographer who took the picture is Michael Yon. He is a freelance AP photog, currently with the 1-24th Infantry Regiment of the 25th Infantry Division in Iraq. He had a brief explanation of the photograph here and here. For a view of the situation in Iraq from someone who is actually there, click here to read his blog.

So everyone who believes in God (75% so far in this poll) is just sca-red. We're all in foxholes. Gonna die any second. Mommy! Hah! No, my point was that there are a lot of "I don't knows" who are ignoring their belief, hope or faith because it's convenient, and if push came to shove, you bet your life they'd be saying a prayer. Being in a foxhole is a metaphor for most outside of our beloved GI's - a metaphor for having a major life experience focus you on what's really important in your life, and not necessarily a threat to YOUR immediate life. People don't go to church because they're scared. At least, not anyone I've ever met.

Believer. Not a good example of one, but one nonetheless. BTW, if you're local St. Paul's United Methodist Church is raising money to bomb abortion clinics or for suicide bombers, or the pastor is claiming to be Christ himself and stockpiling weapons in the rectory, or they are in any way advocating violence against other people due to their religious beliefs, by all means get out of there and report them. But it's more likely that in addition to their worship, they are doing things like providing a community focal point for charitable donations and support for the people in your town who need it most - regardless of their beliefs. Chances are good the congregation includes amongst it's members some of the finest, nicest people you will ever have the pleasure of knowing in your entire lifetime. As a whole, I'd stack them up against the people in any other regular public gathering you can think of, with the understanding that the better examples are usually going to end up being the same people (such as a Lion's club member who also attends church). I don't think the poll numbers are accurate. Under different circumstances, the believer numbers would be much higher. There are very few atheists in foxholes.

Somewhere is an English teacher who would like to use you as an example, like a loose cannon stepping up to the plate and grabbing the bull by the horns, who just kisses simile and metaphor away down the drain. Your winged posts are the Led Zeppelin of TSW. PS I have no comment on the actual topic of this thread. Like the sound of a tree clapping one hand.

I second that. From start to finish.

I've met children I would trust with a varmint rifle, and adults who make me nervous when sharp objects are around. Nice part about being a parent - I get to decide what's appropriate for my kids, and everyone else can stuff their opinion.

You and "someone else" may want to recognize that none of the institutions you've listed are controlled by conservatives.

My favorite football story is not one in which I was a player, or a great game I witnessed. When I hear the phrase "football story" I immediately get a vision of being chased down by the Ventura Community College football team. I had just graduated HS and moved to Ojai, California, which is halfway between Ventura and Santa Barbara, off the coast up into the foothills. I was 18, and along with a friend of mine who was also not of legal age to drink, went in search of someplace to party. We had heard of big happenings at a local residence, and we drove his car over there to find scores of other young folks who had done the same, and as a result the party had now spilled out into the front yard. We had been there just long enough to greet a couple friends, when a Big Dude storms out of the house and reads us the riot act - this is a private party for the Ventura CC football team, I think they had won their championship or maybe it was just an end of season fling, but the point was, if the cops found a bunch of minors there, they'd bust up their party. Well, he's right, so we've got to decide where we're taking our gathering. Apparently, we weren't doing this fast enough, as Big dude gives my friend a pretty hard shove off, and my friend goes at him with everything he's got. (Editor's note: at the time, my friend and I are both about 5'9", 135lbs soaking wet. Big Dude is at least 6'3'', and has 100lbs or more on us). It took about 30 furious seconds for me and a couple other people to separate one Big Dude not looking any the worse for wear, and one slightly bloodied, torn-shirt wearing friend. Still talking smack, but I've corralled him and am heading him back down the street to get in the car. We're almost to the car, and I notice a increase in the amount of noise coming from behind us, more yelling of some sort. Looking back on it, it was probably warning shouts from onlookers. Because as I stopped and turned while my friend walked on, I saw a sight that will be burned into my memory as long as I live. The Ventura CC football team was running down the middle of the street, heading right for us. I've played enough football to know what kickoff coverage looks like at ground level, and my friends, It looked just like a kickoff coverage. With my friend, now a few steps beyond me, apparently playing the role of returner. Big Dude is leading the way, and he's about three steps away from flying past me to lay into my friend. No time to think about it - the kickoff coverage formation triggered an automatic response, and I took two steps and straight armed his closest shoulder as he passed. It was kind of pretty, the way his body twisted and his feet left the ground. I cringed as I watched him slide across the asphalt - that's gotta hurt. My admiration of my work and reminder of the rest of the team came as I was lifted up and slammed over a hood of someone's car. Oh yeah, the other guys. There were now two of them holding me down on the car hood, with fists raised over me. One shaved head, not one neck between the two. Just as quickly, both look up, and one runs off - the other looks back down and I say "Hey, I just want to get the F out of here". Much to my suprise, he takes off too - neither of them threw a punch. At this point, I stand up and see there are at least six different fights going on in the middle of the street, none of which include me or my friend, who is standing a few feet away. We jump in the car, turn around and head out of there - as a trail of 3-4 police cars with the lights on head in the opposite direction. So if you were with the VCC football team back around 80/81, I'm sorry I screwed up your party - but you shouldn't get drunk before you play special teams.

Pinky: Gee, Brain. What are we going to do tonight? The Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world. I'll predict the same thing I predict every year. 16-0 and a Super Bowl Championship. (One is a genius, the other insane.)

Let her stay. Deport her attorneys.

"Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger's approval ratings have plummeted to Gray Davis levels, " Sounds like wishful thinking. IIRC, Gray Davis' approval rating was in the low 20%'s.

Wifes/Moms are funny like that. While my wife can appreciate the music I listen to (mostly blues/rock), her first true music love is disco/pop. In a totally Saturday Night Fever, ABBA, Donna Summer kind of way. Makes for a pretty strange music collection at our house. BTW, I looked on ebay - lots of 8-track players.