8/21/2003
quick, my parents are coming!
disclaimer: the following comments are not to be contrued as giving away personal information about my own history. if you were to infer something about me from these comments, you're likely going to be wrong. And even if you weren't wrong in what you inferred, you shouldn't be wondering/thinking/inferring things like this about me. Good grief, what's wrong with you?
I received spam today for Viagra, or its generic equivalent, I presume, that arrived with a header that proclaimed:
do it like a teenager!
yeah...
this really wasn't a strong sales pitch for me.
Not that I'm in the market (but even if I were, you think I'd cop to it?), but its clear this was not a targeted advertisement, as I have some pretty strong opinions about teens and sex, all of which are pretty much in the "ANTI" column, unless said teens have been married at a young age for some special circumstance.
Based upon my time as a minister to youth (and counseling too many who made poor choices in this area), "doing it like a teenager" carries with it the following non-marketable baggage:
--exaggerating to buddies in the lockerroom at the expense of the girl's reputation.
--the girl needing to go to sadly embarrassing lengths to overcome said slutty reputation.
--the boy needing to go headlong into a unrelenting cycle of establishing bravado/machismo through additional acts of stupidity because he now has to overcome the reputation he has earned because the girl was only able to get her reputation rebuilt by belittling the boy's.
--hiding from parents.
--lying to parents.
--figuring out how to tell your parents some very tough news.
--facing the "too keep the baby or not keep the baby question"
--the girl mistakenly thinking the boy must love her because of their intimacy
--the boy mistakenly thinking he is Rico Suave, lothario, because of their intimacy
--realizing that one little decision has changed everything for the worst and the life of sexual innocence is lost, not only because of what a person loses, but because of what has been gained
Why does sex sell in America? Because we have ideallized, romanticized, and even sexualized sex to our children, and we've been doing it for more than 30 years now (and its only getting worse). Parents who are successful in teaching abstinence (and make no mistake about it, it is the parent's responsibility) aren't successful by scaring the bejeebers out of the kids. They don't do it with a littany of statistics, facts, and data. They don't do it by hammering it in, day after day. They do it by loving their children, by establishing and affirming the worth and value of their children before God day after day, teaching them not to compromise themselves for anything less than God's perfect choice. They hammer when necessary, give the stats when necessary, and even occasionally scare (but not manipulatively) when necessary. But parents are most successful when they treat this idealized experience in very real, consequential terms with their children.
And then they pray without ceasing for the grace and mercy of the Lord God.
I understand that I sound puritanical about this and frankly, I don't care. Because when it comes to teenage sex or premarital sex, I am puritanical. Whatever goes on between a husband and wife is completely different matter, and not the focus of this rant.
When I was a teen, I had three coaches who meant a lot to me. One is a Catholic with four boys and a daughter. The other is a Mormon with four daughters. They used to joke that with boys, you only have to worry about one (sic)boy in town, but with girls you have to worry about every (sic) boy in town. It always got a good laugh. The third is a Baptist, and he never talked about sex. I've come to respect that very much about him.
For many years, I bought in to the two coaches' axiom. I was prepared to shoot my girls' first suitors and hang 'em from the front porch, just as an example for all to follow. I was prepared to put all my energy into my boy, to make sure he didn't believe the lies of his peers, and that he'd be a leader rather than a follower. But now that I'm the parent of two girls and a boy, my perspective has changed. I really believe that if I do my job, I don't need to worry about anything, because my children will have the tools necessary to stand in the face of temptation. I still intend to lead my children to be leaders, to be moral exemplifiers, and when necessary, to be seperate. But I hold fast to the promise that if I raise up my children in the way of the Lord, they will not depart from it (and I know that by using this scripture, I'm opening up Pandora's box to interpretation discussions, which i'm more than willing to entertain). And I daily pray for each one of them, as well as for their mate, that God will bless and protect each and all of them until they are united together in a covenant relationship with Him.
I also think its a fallacy that we only have to worry about boys, and that girls are victimized in all this. Today, girls have been (sadly) empowered to pressure boys for sex as much as the opposite is true. They both have been bombarded with messages that oral sex isn't sex and that you are entitled and expected to do whatever feels good. I have a stewardship responsibility to my children to tell the truth everytime they are exposed to a lie. I have the responsbility to tell them that no boy or girl who was not chosen by God to be my child's husband or wife deserves that which is exchanged in the intimacy of sex. I have the duty to equip my children, as God's finest creation, to realize they're winning God's blessing by not giving in and giving up, and that to be defeated by the lure of flesh is to shackle onesself to a very oppressive, unrelenting master.
I know that "do it like a married couple" isn't a great slogan, whether it be from Madison Avenue or Bob's Spam Factory in Tampa, FL. I just understand now, by the grace of God, that the slogans invading my inbox aren't the enticement that they were intended to be.
(note: no offense was intended to the Bobs in Tampa who are in no way involved in the spam industry.)
I received spam today for Viagra, or its generic equivalent, I presume, that arrived with a header that proclaimed:
do it like a teenager!
yeah...
this really wasn't a strong sales pitch for me.
Not that I'm in the market (but even if I were, you think I'd cop to it?), but its clear this was not a targeted advertisement, as I have some pretty strong opinions about teens and sex, all of which are pretty much in the "ANTI" column, unless said teens have been married at a young age for some special circumstance.
Based upon my time as a minister to youth (and counseling too many who made poor choices in this area), "doing it like a teenager" carries with it the following non-marketable baggage:
--exaggerating to buddies in the lockerroom at the expense of the girl's reputation.
--the girl needing to go to sadly embarrassing lengths to overcome said slutty reputation.
--the boy needing to go headlong into a unrelenting cycle of establishing bravado/machismo through additional acts of stupidity because he now has to overcome the reputation he has earned because the girl was only able to get her reputation rebuilt by belittling the boy's.
--hiding from parents.
--lying to parents.
--figuring out how to tell your parents some very tough news.
--facing the "too keep the baby or not keep the baby question"
--the girl mistakenly thinking the boy must love her because of their intimacy
--the boy mistakenly thinking he is Rico Suave, lothario, because of their intimacy
--realizing that one little decision has changed everything for the worst and the life of sexual innocence is lost, not only because of what a person loses, but because of what has been gained
Why does sex sell in America? Because we have ideallized, romanticized, and even sexualized sex to our children, and we've been doing it for more than 30 years now (and its only getting worse). Parents who are successful in teaching abstinence (and make no mistake about it, it is the parent's responsibility) aren't successful by scaring the bejeebers out of the kids. They don't do it with a littany of statistics, facts, and data. They don't do it by hammering it in, day after day. They do it by loving their children, by establishing and affirming the worth and value of their children before God day after day, teaching them not to compromise themselves for anything less than God's perfect choice. They hammer when necessary, give the stats when necessary, and even occasionally scare (but not manipulatively) when necessary. But parents are most successful when they treat this idealized experience in very real, consequential terms with their children.
And then they pray without ceasing for the grace and mercy of the Lord God.
I understand that I sound puritanical about this and frankly, I don't care. Because when it comes to teenage sex or premarital sex, I am puritanical. Whatever goes on between a husband and wife is completely different matter, and not the focus of this rant.
When I was a teen, I had three coaches who meant a lot to me. One is a Catholic with four boys and a daughter. The other is a Mormon with four daughters. They used to joke that with boys, you only have to worry about one (sic)boy in town, but with girls you have to worry about every (sic) boy in town. It always got a good laugh. The third is a Baptist, and he never talked about sex. I've come to respect that very much about him.
For many years, I bought in to the two coaches' axiom. I was prepared to shoot my girls' first suitors and hang 'em from the front porch, just as an example for all to follow. I was prepared to put all my energy into my boy, to make sure he didn't believe the lies of his peers, and that he'd be a leader rather than a follower. But now that I'm the parent of two girls and a boy, my perspective has changed. I really believe that if I do my job, I don't need to worry about anything, because my children will have the tools necessary to stand in the face of temptation. I still intend to lead my children to be leaders, to be moral exemplifiers, and when necessary, to be seperate. But I hold fast to the promise that if I raise up my children in the way of the Lord, they will not depart from it (and I know that by using this scripture, I'm opening up Pandora's box to interpretation discussions, which i'm more than willing to entertain). And I daily pray for each one of them, as well as for their mate, that God will bless and protect each and all of them until they are united together in a covenant relationship with Him.
I also think its a fallacy that we only have to worry about boys, and that girls are victimized in all this. Today, girls have been (sadly) empowered to pressure boys for sex as much as the opposite is true. They both have been bombarded with messages that oral sex isn't sex and that you are entitled and expected to do whatever feels good. I have a stewardship responsibility to my children to tell the truth everytime they are exposed to a lie. I have the responsbility to tell them that no boy or girl who was not chosen by God to be my child's husband or wife deserves that which is exchanged in the intimacy of sex. I have the duty to equip my children, as God's finest creation, to realize they're winning God's blessing by not giving in and giving up, and that to be defeated by the lure of flesh is to shackle onesself to a very oppressive, unrelenting master.
I know that "do it like a married couple" isn't a great slogan, whether it be from Madison Avenue or Bob's Spam Factory in Tampa, FL. I just understand now, by the grace of God, that the slogans invading my inbox aren't the enticement that they were intended to be.
(note: no offense was intended to the Bobs in Tampa who are in no way involved in the spam industry.)
i'm fairly upset, and i'm only going to take this one or two more times
i've twice tried to enter blogs relating the hilarity of my journey to colorado, only to twice be denied.
i'll only try a few more times before i give up for awhile and return later to try again.
i'll only try a few more times before i give up for awhile and return later to try again.
8/19/2003
here comes trouble
tomorrow morn I embark for my venture back to Colorado for the state Whatchamacallit conference. It's a big hootenanny that covers every aspect of church life. I'm very excited to be involved because it presents an opportunity to introduce mission education to Colorado SBC churches in a significant way. I'm also leading a couple sessions on small group (Sunday school and cell groups, pick your flavor) general leadership, which is my passion for a growing church.
When I go through airport security, I'll be accompanied by my laptop and two projectors. Not that I endorse wagering, but what do you suppose the over/under is on the time I'll be set aside and frisked, probed, questioned, and scrutinized?
I'm taking two projectors, in the off chance you were actually curious, because the two guys from youth and childrens ed asked me to do so. When I mentioned this to my boss3, he laughed at me and told me that they got me on that one. I have a vague memory that their request actually sounded sincere. Oh well, slap "sherpa" on my back and send me packing.
I also arranged to have Swift shuttle transport pick me up in the AM. They'll be collecting me at 6:30 for a 9:30 departure. This worries me. When it comes to airline travel, I can't be at the airport too soon. In fact, if it were up to me, I'd be outside the doors of Hartsfield right now, roasting hotdogs over an open fire and singing patriotic songs acapella to entertain the curbside baggage handlers. Instead, we'll negotiate Atlanta's morning rush hour, which is known for being accomodating and hassle free, with not enough time for my comfort level.
So I'll likely be on a reduced blogging schedule for the next few days. Have a great weekend and I'll look forward to telling you all about it.
(note:the boss3 reference means the boss of my boss of my boss. Please update your shorthand records accordingly.)
When I go through airport security, I'll be accompanied by my laptop and two projectors. Not that I endorse wagering, but what do you suppose the over/under is on the time I'll be set aside and frisked, probed, questioned, and scrutinized?
I'm taking two projectors, in the off chance you were actually curious, because the two guys from youth and childrens ed asked me to do so. When I mentioned this to my boss3, he laughed at me and told me that they got me on that one. I have a vague memory that their request actually sounded sincere. Oh well, slap "sherpa" on my back and send me packing.
I also arranged to have Swift shuttle transport pick me up in the AM. They'll be collecting me at 6:30 for a 9:30 departure. This worries me. When it comes to airline travel, I can't be at the airport too soon. In fact, if it were up to me, I'd be outside the doors of Hartsfield right now, roasting hotdogs over an open fire and singing patriotic songs acapella to entertain the curbside baggage handlers. Instead, we'll negotiate Atlanta's morning rush hour, which is known for being accomodating and hassle free, with not enough time for my comfort level.
So I'll likely be on a reduced blogging schedule for the next few days. Have a great weekend and I'll look forward to telling you all about it.
(note:the boss3 reference means the boss of my boss of my boss. Please update your shorthand records accordingly.)
this is bryan, falling increasing out of cool
Kaylyn to me, when I arrived home today:
"it" was a pyramid of blocks.
and i have to say, it really was superfanstastic.
she wasn't exaggerating.
"Daddy, you have to come see this! It's really superfantastic!"
"it" was a pyramid of blocks.
and i have to say, it really was superfanstastic.
she wasn't exaggerating.
you christians all look the same to me....
Kyle has a post about GQ's article pickin' on our Prez for being a Christ-follower, and it links to a nifty picture.
I'd be honored at such scorn, because maybe it meant I was doing something right.
I only wish people could see this much of Jesus when they look at me.
I'd be honored at such scorn, because maybe it meant I was doing something right.
I only wish people could see this much of Jesus when they look at me.
from the dept. of redundancy dept.
i may have written on this matter before, but i'm too lazy to check my archives.
i allow for this possibility (not my laziness, that's a certainty -- but of my possible repetition), because i've been passionate about this matter for a long time.
I believe its time we added some new contractions into our vernacular.
I exist paradoxically in an atmosphere where on hand I'm incredibly anal about language and its usage. At the same time, as I've established quite well, am at times lazy. So where a paradox meets a conundrum, you get a series of new contractions. I think if we adopt these linguistic devices, we'll discover our language will become even more informal, and the speed with which we can be misunderstood will greatly increase.
My proposals are simple:
am +not = amn't. Ex.: "I amn't going to the store. I'm going to the football game." i understand this is fairly close to an expletive and may accordingly frighten some away, but I amn't going to give up on this one. After all, we already have a contraction for 'are not,' so why not one for 'am not?'
I + had = I'd. Ex.: "I'd no idea you could say 'I had' so much more quickly and easily." I understand this contraction already exists for 'I would,' and I've a suggestion for that if you'd just keep reading.
I + would +have = I'da. Ex.: "I'da used 'amn't' instead of 'am not. It's really much quicker." Since most mush mouths already pronounce "would have" as "wooda," we can expedite the process by jamming all three words together at once.
Did + not + you = Din'cha. Ex.: "Din'cha go with me to the movie? See, baby, I promise I'm not cheating on you!" This is a complex contraction since it shortens the already contracted "Didn't," but since it is a convention of language for seemingly everyone under the age of 21, let's accomodate them.
We + were = We'er. Ex.: "We'er planning on working late, but instead we just went home." Not only linguistically advantageous, this fun little contraction takes us back to the age of yester year where terms like "Ne'er" and "ma'am" were used regularly and appropriately.
Going + to = gunna. Ex.: "We'er gunna go home, but instead went to Media Play and spent our entire paychecks." I realize a sloppified version of this contraction already exists with "Gonna." But the problem is that "gonna" is spelled similarly to "donna" and not at all like the jingoistic "wanna," which can culminate in one confused catechumen of contraction. This honors the sentiment of having a mouthful of cotton while striving toward phonetic ease, and carries the staunch support of the National Rifle Association.
I understand these are but small efforts to move our Mother Tongue toward the end result of being the meat on an open-faced sandwich of vernaculary shame. But if we all pitch in, we'll see victory in our day.
i allow for this possibility (not my laziness, that's a certainty -- but of my possible repetition), because i've been passionate about this matter for a long time.
I believe its time we added some new contractions into our vernacular.
I exist paradoxically in an atmosphere where on hand I'm incredibly anal about language and its usage. At the same time, as I've established quite well, am at times lazy. So where a paradox meets a conundrum, you get a series of new contractions. I think if we adopt these linguistic devices, we'll discover our language will become even more informal, and the speed with which we can be misunderstood will greatly increase.
My proposals are simple:
am +not = amn't. Ex.: "I amn't going to the store. I'm going to the football game." i understand this is fairly close to an expletive and may accordingly frighten some away, but I amn't going to give up on this one. After all, we already have a contraction for 'are not,' so why not one for 'am not?'
I + had = I'd. Ex.: "I'd no idea you could say 'I had' so much more quickly and easily." I understand this contraction already exists for 'I would,' and I've a suggestion for that if you'd just keep reading.
I + would +have = I'da. Ex.: "I'da used 'amn't' instead of 'am not. It's really much quicker." Since most mush mouths already pronounce "would have" as "wooda," we can expedite the process by jamming all three words together at once.
Did + not + you = Din'cha. Ex.: "Din'cha go with me to the movie? See, baby, I promise I'm not cheating on you!" This is a complex contraction since it shortens the already contracted "Didn't," but since it is a convention of language for seemingly everyone under the age of 21, let's accomodate them.
We + were = We'er. Ex.: "We'er planning on working late, but instead we just went home." Not only linguistically advantageous, this fun little contraction takes us back to the age of yester year where terms like "Ne'er" and "ma'am" were used regularly and appropriately.
Going + to = gunna. Ex.: "We'er gunna go home, but instead went to Media Play and spent our entire paychecks." I realize a sloppified version of this contraction already exists with "Gonna." But the problem is that "gonna" is spelled similarly to "donna" and not at all like the jingoistic "wanna," which can culminate in one confused catechumen of contraction. This honors the sentiment of having a mouthful of cotton while striving toward phonetic ease, and carries the staunch support of the National Rifle Association.
I understand these are but small efforts to move our Mother Tongue toward the end result of being the meat on an open-faced sandwich of vernaculary shame. But if we all pitch in, we'll see victory in our day.
stop the presses!
this just in....
astrology has been proven fake!
and later in the newscast...
the earth is round
the sun is not the center of the universe
and gigli was a really, really bad movie
this is your intrepid reporter, Duh McObvious, signing out!
astrology has been proven fake!
and later in the newscast...
the earth is round
the sun is not the center of the universe
and gigli was a really, really bad movie
this is your intrepid reporter, Duh McObvious, signing out!
call me stanley, because i'm here with another tool
the best explanation i've seen in a while for those of you constantly at odds with the who/whom challenge:
(C&P from here)
and to address another graphological irritant: the punctuation almost always goes inside the quotation marks. Putting your question marks and periods outside the endquote is typically incorrect. please make note of this.
The only exception is when a question is made about a statement when the correct punctuation would be:
here's a good site with a primer on this matter.
now go.
and write better.
To choose correctly among the forms of who, re-phrase the sentence so you choose between he and him. If you want him, write whom; if you want he, write who.
* Who do you think is responsible? (Do you think he is responsible?)
* Whom shall we ask to the party? (Shall we ask him to the party?)
* Give the box to whomever you please. (Give the box to him.)
* Give the box to whoever seems to want it most. (He seems to want it most. [And then the clause "whoever seems to want it most" is the object of the preposition "to."])
* Whoever shows up first will win the prize. (He shows up first.)
(C&P from here)
and to address another graphological irritant: the punctuation almost always goes inside the quotation marks. Putting your question marks and periods outside the endquote is typically incorrect. please make note of this.
The only exception is when a question is made about a statement when the correct punctuation would be:
Do you think he said, "I'm going to the store"?
here's a good site with a primer on this matter.
now go.
and write better.
8/18/2003
Jesus in the real world
no, He's not joining seven other young adults in a single home to see what happens when people get real.
flitting around the blogosphere today, I came across Beth's post on Glad Wrap, where she takes the qualities of the celophane wrapper and compares it to people who have similar qualities.
This reminded me of an exercise I used to undertake with our youth -- to discover how they could find any object and make a living analogy to the Christ (much like the time I compared my life in Christ to a sliver of soap. It's a good exercise for you to try, it flexes your evangelism & apologetics muscles.
I'm not talking about the cheap and easy comparisons of Jesus to marketing jingles (Jesus is like Coke -- He's the Real Thing!). This trivializes the Savior's work just as do the tee shirts and bumper stickers that we Christ Followers gobble up like they're the hot fresh buttered popcorn waiting for Anna Nicole the day she gets out of Jenny Craig. I'm talking about real, thought provoking metaphors that help us understand in simple ways the depth and breadth of the Christ's sacrificial love for us.
flitting around the blogosphere today, I came across Beth's post on Glad Wrap, where she takes the qualities of the celophane wrapper and compares it to people who have similar qualities.
This reminded me of an exercise I used to undertake with our youth -- to discover how they could find any object and make a living analogy to the Christ (much like the time I compared my life in Christ to a sliver of soap. It's a good exercise for you to try, it flexes your evangelism & apologetics muscles.
I'm not talking about the cheap and easy comparisons of Jesus to marketing jingles (Jesus is like Coke -- He's the Real Thing!). This trivializes the Savior's work just as do the tee shirts and bumper stickers that we Christ Followers gobble up like they're the hot fresh buttered popcorn waiting for Anna Nicole the day she gets out of Jenny Craig. I'm talking about real, thought provoking metaphors that help us understand in simple ways the depth and breadth of the Christ's sacrificial love for us.
i'm supah cool...vote for me for govanah!
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sotia 43 and beyond
Kyle has unwittingly taken the baton of the 'signs of the impending apocalypse' motif...
and is running his leg of the race well, with news of more PC-friendly education offered by the U of Michigan.
and is running his leg of the race well, with news of more PC-friendly education offered by the U of Michigan.
sung to the tune of too much time on my hands
Oh my....someone must be an extreme fan of the television medium to be able to compile this, a compendium of cross-overs and spin-offs.
particularly interesting was the link between Oz & St. Elsewhere.
particularly interesting was the link between Oz & St. Elsewhere.
well this explains my recent urge to tongue bathe
YOU ARE CATNIP
What herb are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
when I saw that I could find out which herb I was, I was really pulling to be:
herb tarlek...he is the man!
civil unrest...will it soon be a quagmire
the hubbub taking place in our building of late is some changes dealing with printers. It's a long, boring story, but the net result is that we're going to have far fewer, but brand newer, printers throughout NAMB.
And because the only ones who like change are babies with dirty diapers (that's not original, I have unapologetically stolen it from another blogger, but I don't remember who), this new development has caused some to be a trifle bothered by a sudden imposition of having to share. Everyone using our printer seems okeydokey with things, but the non-copasetic rumblings of others can be heard, registering low numbers on the (not Andy) Richter scale.
But as my astute colleague Kyle said in a recent meeting, "I'd rather have a job than a printer."
well said, my brother. well said, indeed.
And because the only ones who like change are babies with dirty diapers (that's not original, I have unapologetically stolen it from another blogger, but I don't remember who), this new development has caused some to be a trifle bothered by a sudden imposition of having to share. Everyone using our printer seems okeydokey with things, but the non-copasetic rumblings of others can be heard, registering low numbers on the (not Andy) Richter scale.
But as my astute colleague Kyle said in a recent meeting, "I'd rather have a job than a printer."
well said, my brother. well said, indeed.
one of my best friends
in my school-age years is a great guy named Mike Stubblefield. This is not him.
prayer request
Trey Rhodes, a church planting pastor in Charleston, SC, had an aorta dissection yesterday before worship. This means basically that his aorta had a blow out. He survived a 5-1/2 hour surgery, but still is in very critical condition. Please remember his family, as well.
many thanks.
many thanks.
sung to the tune of where to broken hearts go...literally
where do lost dress socks go
by bryan mcanally
(with apologies to Whintney Houston, Frank Williams and Chuck Jackson)
by bryan mcanally
(with apologies to Whintney Houston, Frank Williams and Chuck Jackson)
I know it's been some time
But there's something on my mind
You see, I haven't been the same
Since that cold November day...
We said we needed space
But all we found was an empty place
And the only thing I learned
Is that I need you desperately...
So here I am
And can you please tell me... oh
Chorus:
Where do lost dress socks go
Can they find their way home
Back to the dresser drawer
Of a unmatched pair waiting there
And if somebody wears you
Won't they always wear you
A look on my feet
And I know that you'll still wear, both of me
I've been around enough to know
That socks just come and go
And that there is no easy way
To explain why they run away...
And what I have is so less more
Than what I had in my sock drawer
And no matter how I try
You're always on my mind
chorus
Behind the washer I have found you
I'll never let you go
I pull you over my toes....
And now I know, now I know...
chorus
a double life?
someone googled "sam cotter" film and came up with my site (the only one to have this combo, I might add).
Sam is my father-in-law.
and my nephew.
not the same person, of course. One was named for the other. If you can't determine who is who, then you have bigger problems than this.
if either one is in a film, it will be a bit of a surprise to everyone else...and maybe even to that Sam Cotter.
Sam is my father-in-law.
and my nephew.
not the same person, of course. One was named for the other. If you can't determine who is who, then you have bigger problems than this.
if either one is in a film, it will be a bit of a surprise to everyone else...and maybe even to that Sam Cotter.
8/17/2003
somebody slap me
about a third of a way down this page, I asked myself....
why
am
i
reading
this?
so i stopped and came here and told you about it.
(btw, I tip 20% on the pretax bill, unless you are just so horrible of a server that you should be tipping me for having to endure your ineptitude).
why
am
i
reading
this?
so i stopped and came here and told you about it.
(btw, I tip 20% on the pretax bill, unless you are just so horrible of a server that you should be tipping me for having to endure your ineptitude).
i didn't donkey was an ingredient in spam
Howard "I ain't Jimmy" Dean is taking his name to heart, sending spam to the internet.
I've heard its contents are something like:
Dear (insert name),
My name is Howard Dean. Recently, my small nation of Vermont has been overrun by liberal wackos, among whom I was chief. After a long night of inhaling magical pixie dust, I had a vision that I could one day be like Leo DeCaprio (I've been told I'll look cool if I use 'hip' references, and that doesn't mean the story about my bad fall last winter) and become President of the United States of America.
I have this plan, once I become president to get a lot of money by taxing every hard-working American back to the Stone Age. Once I've collected all this money, I'll need a safe place to keep it. A "lock box," if you will (thanks Al, for that one!)Now, what's your part in this plan? I need your help. If you'll just email me your checking and savings account numbers, then when all this money comes rolling in, I'll have a place to store it. I'd promise you a part of it, but that wouldn't be for the benefit of the collective. But just by giving me access to your accounts....information.....you'll be doing your part to prove that America finally has indeed lost its mind.
I look forward to your prompt, confidential reply.
Don't forget your account numbers.
Howard Dean
Dean for President 2004
thanks to slashdot for the link.
I've heard its contents are something like:
Dear (insert name),
My name is Howard Dean. Recently, my small nation of Vermont has been overrun by liberal wackos, among whom I was chief. After a long night of inhaling magical pixie dust, I had a vision that I could one day be like Leo DeCaprio (I've been told I'll look cool if I use 'hip' references, and that doesn't mean the story about my bad fall last winter) and become President of the United States of America.
I have this plan, once I become president to get a lot of money by taxing every hard-working American back to the Stone Age. Once I've collected all this money, I'll need a safe place to keep it. A "lock box," if you will (thanks Al, for that one!)Now, what's your part in this plan? I need your help. If you'll just email me your checking and savings account numbers, then when all this money comes rolling in, I'll have a place to store it. I'd promise you a part of it, but that wouldn't be for the benefit of the collective. But just by giving me access to your accounts....information.....you'll be doing your part to prove that America finally has indeed lost its mind.
I look forward to your prompt, confidential reply.
Don't forget your account numbers.
Howard Dean
Dean for President 2004
thanks to slashdot for the link.
well this explains the third eye growing out of my forehead
I'm taking part in an experiment. some dude's examining blogging styles.
and so far, there's been no side effects.
and so far, there's been no side effects.
did you hear that sound?
no, not the sound of Mike Vick's leg breaking....
the one of the Atanta Falcons Fan's hearts similarly fracturing.
the one of the Atanta Falcons Fan's hearts similarly fracturing.
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