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Happy Bunny Sayings
"You suck and that's sad"
"It's all about me, deal with it"
"You smell like butt"
"You suck big time"
"It's cute how stupid you are"
"Not listening"
"Hi, cram it"
"Hi, dorkwad"
"Since you're gross, shouldn't you be smart?"
"It worries me how dumb you are"
"Cute but psycho"
"Hey, you made me throw up a little"
"Butts cheerfully kicked"
"Me want hurt you"
"Cute but kind of evil"
"Hating you makes me all warm inside"
"Fzuckit"
"Cute but psycho. Things even out."
"I hate eveything"
"It's ok if you want to drop dead"
"I hate you so bad"
"You're so dumb"
"Give me your lunch money"
"Me want kick you"
"Whatever, you moron"
"You're ugly, please die today"
"You're icky"
"You bite it big time"
"Wow, you're ugly"
"Please go suck someplace else"
"Sucky losers not allowed"
"Tresspassers butchered"
"Hi, scumbag"
"Boys lie and kind of stink"
"Hey, you're a dope, right?"
"I just don't listen"
"Just not a shit giver, I guess"
"I love everybody, except for pinheads"
"I Know How You Feel I Just Don't Care"
"Run Along And Die Now"
"Kiss Me Right On The Pooper"
"I Hear The Other Ucky People Calling You"
"Bite me"
"Let's focus on me"
"Have A Great Day You Worthless Turd"
"Plotting revenge is fun"
"You're ugly and that's sad"
"Everybody Is a Dick"
"You smell like doody"
"I Love Everybody Except You Assholes"
"Eeny Meeny Hiney Moe"
"Pucker up" (shows bunny's butt)
"Wow, You're Stupid. Would Some Candy Make You Feel Better About That?"
"Please Enjoy a Mint. Since Your Breath Smells Like Butt."
"Would You Like To Suck on a Mint Since You Already Suck All The Time?"
There are a few other sayings, but I probably shouldn't put them on here....
There are also a few sayings that go on specific items, and they are listed below:
I have opted for a local full time job with more security and long term potential than the one travelling to Japan
I honestly would not even know where to start regarding updating this thing. I am an early adopter but I do not always follow through. Today is Thursday and Greg is downstairs cooking naan and I am having a cocktail on the blazing patio. I guess I could start with all that David Copperfield dribble but I won't.
For those who know me they will know that I lived in Japan for 6 years then in NYC for 2 years. These are things that I am proud of, so it is with certain fear and trepidation that I inform you I will be returning to Japan for awhile, in fact it has been 8 years which is really hard to believe. My head is occupied with that while Greg is considering India for his job for a few weeks. It's nice... I do like to travel and it's like I told a friend today - you regret the things you didn't do not the things you do - rather appropriate.
How lucky we are to live in a global society and transmit our lives over the internet. I will be using Skype to communicate with friends and family. It is still far enough away that I am not worried, you see, I have walked down many a foreign street before. I will elaborate more later, but basically there is travel in my future.
A valuable office tool
CHere is a very interesting history of our national anthem and the other stanzas that no one really knows..click the link/heading above!
by MARLO BARNHART marlob@herald-mail.com
Editor's note: Each Sunday, The Herald-Mail will run "A Life Remembered." This continuing series will take a look back - through the eyes of family, friends, co-workers and others - at a member of the community who died recently. Today's "A Life Remembered" is about Henry Huston J, who died June 29 at the age of 88. His obituary appeared in the June 30 editions of The Morning Herald and The Daily Mail.
Joyce J Jones remembers how after church on Sundays, she and her siblings would be sent out to put fliers on cars around Hagerstown, advertising their father's fledgling business.
That was in the early 1950s, when H. J Blacktop was in its infancy and its co-founder, Henry Huston J, was working hard to make a go of the new enterprise, which boasted just five workers at that time.
Now known as J Paving Co., the family-owned firm employs more than 50.
Henry Huston J died June 29 at the age of 88.
"Even when he started the business, daddy was also working for the Western Maryland Railway, selling real estate and rehabbing apartments," said his surviving son, Ronnie H. J.
Henry retired from J Paving in 1973. Dave J, Henry's brother and co-founder of the business, currently is superintendent. Henry's son, Ronnie, and his three sons, Dale, Kevin and Ronnie, also are involved in the family business.
Though retired from the paving business more than 32 years ago, Henry stayed active in railroading until 1980.
"Daddy earned 75 cents an hour," son Ronnie said of Henry's early days on the railroad. He mostly worked in the roundhouse, and later on train accident cleanup crews.
Joyce described her father as a workaholic who was built like an ox. Born in Hagerstown, she said she was "raised" by older siblings, Ronnie and Geraldine J Andrews, both of whom had been born in West Virginia.
"Ronnie and I raised ourselves," Geraldine added.
Henry also had two other sons, Harold and Jimmy, now deceased.
While visiting family in Texas in the early 1980s, Henry was introduced to his second wife by his daughter.
"I brought my dad to meet Reba," Geraldine said.
A senior sales manager for Home Interiors and Gifts in Dallas, Reba was in her mid-50s when she first met the widower from Hagerstown.
"He was 65 then, but he looked so young," Reba said.
It was Christmas Eve 1981 when Reba's own personal Santa Claus came into her life - a man she married two years later, then moved with to Hagerstown.
"I never dreamed I'd ever leave Texas," Reba said as she looked back over her 23 years with Henry. But this "lovely man" worked his magic on her.
Reba said she had no children, and no brothers or sisters.
"I got a family in the bargain when I married Henry," she said.
Born in Tennessee, Henry was the oldest of eight children, many of whom he took care of in those early years.
"He only finished the fourth or fifth grade, but he was very sharp," Geraldine said. "If you got into a debate with him, you'd better come prepared."
Son Ronnie said his father's optimism was a leading characteristic.
"I called it his can-do attitude," Joyce said.
Grandson Ronnie described him as a major tinkerer.
"He was always into something," he said.
Once, Henry took two cars, cut them apart and put them together into one strange-looking vehicle.
There also was a big white Buick that Henry drove, piling his grandsons on board for fishing and swimming outings that will stand out forever.
In 1993, Henry had a stroke.
"I've been giving up little bits of Henry ever since then," Reba said. "But I wouldn't take anything in the world to have missed this experience."
shorted goog and then it reversed, caught it on way up 200 shares and
sold all but 50.
TF calls
8.36
Short side:
GOOG (4 point stop, 1% MAX RISK) Failed, cancel 9.30
SNDK - also wrong, up 9%, cancel 9.30
GRMN
LOng side:
RIMM - wrong again
Wait for entries to be sent or do not play
Bought TMTA, spec play. Wish I would have held goog more, but Tuesday will tell.
Still like OSIP. ALNY is worth saving. Look at Tiny's calls too. More
upside to this market I feel. Don't be afraid of momentum plays. Tight
stops.
The last month has been quite crazy, all things considered. Life seems
to go on indifferent to what we do sometimes.
It is a beautiful Sunday morning after a nice soaking rain, much
needed, and I am sitting on the balconey enjoying the weather. Greg's
brother and girlfriend stayed with us this weekend on their way to
Oklahoma,
I have been rather consumed with my life these past few weeks. The
nice things is this: I am no longer afraid to be unemployeed, without
work or sustance. But i am also looking forward to getting back into
the swing of thongs ( that was a typo and should have said "things",
but I will leave it for freud's sake).
I am getting better at using my planner to sit and think and plan.
There is so much going on in my life that i don't even want to
start..perhaps a few words.
Job changes, stock market, day trading, finances, interviews, drug
test, lakes, family new and passing, dog haircuts, positive attitudes,
comfort, fear, cocktails, old friends, new challenges, friends getting
married, love, sex, computer monitors and beards.
Like changes quickly.
This is a picture from Bobby's bachelor party last weekend. We kidnapped him and took him to speedzone. Needless to say, the night was complete with fine cigars and tiddy bars with gay guys commenting on the dancers' make-up. Some of the women did look a bit like drag queens I will have to say.
So dare you aske what is new? Well my gig at Builders Last Choice ended and I was very happy to be out of that shit. Talk about being set up to fail..that's ok though. I tried. And now I am back home doing what I love, trading!
I have a couple potential jobs set up and an attorney that can help with a lawsuit.
Couple of cool trading tools to share..
This one shows a good place to enter aapl
If you want to hear what daytrading is like, listen this guy who sounds like he is from brooklyn and can give you some good swing and break out trades. His name is Tony and I trade listening to him. The best plan is to usually play the market from 8:00 am CST - 10:30 AM. Then you can also jump back in the last half hour. Earnings plays are good, if you are ok with the risk... anywayy.. I babble. If you want to know more, ask me. In some ways this is my ideal job. You just have to be very disciplined and not be afraid to tear out of a stock at a loss if needed.
Trading will always be a part time back up thing for me. You just have to play defensively and know what you are doing.
I will update this site and keep you posted ...and I use YOU like the royal WE.
weird stuff..
For a funny kick, read the computer translations...
My new nephew Brandt Davis Bier was born January 20th @ 3:37 pm. He weighed 8 pounds and 4 ounces and was 21 inches long. James and Rhonda are very happy and proud parents....can't wait until we get to babysit Brandt and Brooklynn!
I have a recent weird fascination with 1970's Weight Watchers Recipes - Explore if you dare
FAQ about the Weight Watcher cards
I read a few of what I thought was this young man's books and found out I was totally deceived. The books were written under the guise that this young man was a transgender "lot lizard" raised by a physically violent southern baptist grandfather, through truck stop child prostitution, homosexuality, drug addiction and tons more heave shit that no one could imiagine. The book hurt to read and I found out now I was deceived because the book was written by a middle-age Brookynn housewife. After I read the "semi auto biographical" story, I feel in love with this brilliant young 19 year old writer. He did not exist...
here is the story..
Young? HIV-positive? Transgender? LeRoy, it turns out, is none of those things. In a revelation that has rocked the literary world, he doesn't even exist. The painfully shy 20-something writer who rose out of truck-stop child prostitution and heroin addiction in West Virginia to become a best-selling novelist and voice of the downtrodden is a persona created and perpetuated, for an astounding 11 years, by one Laura Albert, a 40-year-old middle-class white woman from Brooklyn, N.Y.
Aided by her mother, her husband and her sister-in-law, among others, Albert charmed celebrities, famous writers and publishers into believing that LeRoy had produced remarkable works of harrowing fiction, informed by a woeful past of abuse, prostitution, drug addiction and, ultimately, gender transition. Literary heavyweights like Dave Eggers, Mary Gaitskill and Dennis Cooper eagerly promoted LeRoy's writings, and celebrities from Madonna to Courtney Love to Carrie Fisher offered enthusiastic support and encouragement.
According to a New York Magazine expose last October, Albert and her husband, Geoffrey Knoop, both failed rock musicians, began the ruse to gain access to literary and celebrity circles. Over the years, the hoax gradually morphed into a virtual cottage industry of deception. Readers worldwide bought LeRoy's three critically acclaimed books (the second of which is tellingly titled, "The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things,") to pore over what they had been told were "semiautobiographical" stories.
Profits from LeRoy's books and magazine articles were paid to Albert's sister and mother via a Nevada company called Underdogs, Inc. Through the JT LeRoy Web site, devoted fans can buy not just the three books, but also CDs for a rock band, Thistle, for which LeRoy supposedly writes lyrics; buttons; T-shirts; the raccoon bones LeRoy allegedly wears as pendants; and wiffle balls signed by LeRoy.
According to the San Francisco Chronicle, LeRoy was an associate producer for "Elephant," an award-winning 2003 film by famed director Gus Van Sant, and, more recently, was hired by HBO to write an episode of the series "Deadwood."
But not everyone is willing to simply write off the LeRoy story as a harmless hoax that hoodwinked America's literati.
"This charade is unfortunate and cruel for gay and transgender writers who fight over many years to get into print," said Charles Flowers, director of Lambda Literary Foundation, an organization that promotes LGBT writing. "It's particularly cruel for people who read the work hoping to find an image of themselves or to have their experience reflected back."
Flowers believes the LeRoy debacle will make it harder for real transgender and gay writers who have survived difficult circumstances to get their work published.
"It's heinous," said Mitcho Thompson, a facilitator of drop-in support groups for homeless transgender youth in San Francisco. "She [Albert] is preying on this already vulnerable population, making a lot of money while hiding behind this fake image."
Thompson and other transgender activists take particular offense to LeRoy's citing a transgender identity as reason not to appear in public, which allowed Albert to continue the hoax even as readers clamored to see more of LeRoy. "As a transgendered human subject to attack," LeRoy wrote to a New York Times reporter, "I use stand-ins to protect my identity."
Michelle Tea, a San Francisco writer and literary curator who helps shepherd young LGBT writers, had a six-year working relationship with LeRoy and helped publish his work. "This whole thing is so gross," Tea said, still reeling from what she called a "great diabolical hoax."
Tea said she spent many hours on the phone and had lengthy e-mail exchanges with LeRoy, encouraging what she thought was a greatly troubled young man trying to get his voice out into the world. "It's such a slap to the artists who really are toiling away to create meaning from the hardships of their lives," Tea said. "It turns the redemptive quality of a lot of writing into a total farce."
But the farce of JT LeRoy has not yet run its course. Despite mounting pressure on Albert to admit her role in the ruse, she has not yet done so. "I don't need this in my life right now," she said before hanging up on a New York Times reporter who called to inquire about the story.
And according to Tea, writers around the country are just beginning to grapple with a decade of professional and emotional deception.
Thompson, the support group facilitator, is calling for Albert to make reparations, a demand that is likely to gather steam in the coming weeks. "She should fund a drop-in shelter for homeless queer youth," he said. "She's been using this population to bolster her own fame and make money, and has not returned anything back. And that is disgusting."
