Oh boy.

Maybe I'm too old, maybe I'm missing the big picture, but this really turns me off. I look at this and all I can come up with is: ignorant asses.

So shoot me fool.

If a person was to do a search on google for "i'm weird", I come out in the top 8. Heh. Jealous?

This whole story just boggles my mind. I can't help wondering what I would think and do if I'm eating a meal and see an image of the Virgin on my food. I can't come up with an answer for that.

I remember once years ago while driving through Illinois with my friend Susan seeing a cloud in the western sky that so resembled a penis it's forever burned in my memory. As a several hundred foot penis should be. We still talk about it. When you see something bizarre it's forever with you.

But now I'm wondering what a picture like that would go for on Ebay.

But back to the Virgin I wish I could say I couldn't see her image on this grilled cheese, oh but I do. No, I'm not bidding on it. I'm not sure I'll ever eat grilled cheese again either.

You know I have no clue if highpoint is high point, so I'm going with highpoint. Yes another Monday and my mind is reduced to a pile of stressed, depressed, mushy gooey stuff. It's been one of those days where I walk in the door turn on Jimi really loud and try to vibrate the goo into sparking a few neurons to get me through the evening.

So I'm flipping through news and blogs and not seeing a whole lot of anything that can hold my attention past the first line until I get to Gordon's question.

So that's it, my highpoint (high point) so thank you Gordon for quivering my goo. I think I'll keep it on my computer at work tomorrow.

I just had the most interesting experience on my own blog. I tried to post a comment on a earlier post and it wouldn't let me. It said I had "questionable content: men. Please edit my entry." Huh?

Now I've questioned men and their comments my whole life but I've not set up my blog to do it for me. Now I don't have filters set up, I'm not even sure there are filters for MT...so what's the deal? Anybody else had any problems posting here?

I have a feeling it might have something to do with MT Blacklist which I've been having a few problems with as of late...but once again I'm clueless.

Downtown Chick Chat posted about a haunted home where the owners snapped a picture of a ghost. It's a great picture but takes a little concentration to actually see the image.

Check it out.

Once I seen it I think I peed my pants.

Curtsey to The Chick for giving me the thrill.

I had a conversation with my friend this morning about relationships in general. I really hate the relationship conversation. I'm not sure there is another topic that so provokes or even mandates searching of ones own behavior, values, past actions then THE relationship topic.

If there is a person alive that hasn't had some form of relationship come to an end either amicably or with fireworks, I'd like to meet that person and play 20 questions. Least I'd be asking hard questions of them instead of myself. So much easier, you know?

What I have a tendency to do in a relationship is at some point...I quit concentrating on the enjoying part and start examining it. That's the number one thing I hate about myself in a relationship. So in the examination period for me, a mental list of positive and negative starts forming. Have you ever noticed how one negative thing has more clout then 10 positive things? Then that leads me to self-examine if I'm a negative person. Well of course I'm a negative person stupid...I came up with the one negative thing that I'm dwelling on, right?

Of course since I'm so negative, I must be fucked up and shouldn't be in a relationship, right? I hate how my mind processes. I need a new processor.

Do yourself a favor, if someone brings up the relationship conversation: Runaway. Runaway.

As I'm reading the news this afternoon I'm going from article to article and things just do not seem quite right. Granted I have a headache from hell for the past 3 days...the world seems slightly off axis for me anyway.

First off, I come upon this. Patti at the Dem Convention? Patti for God's sake, what are you thinking?

So my next click of the mouse takes me to this?

Former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein spends his time in solitary confinement writing poems, tending a garden, reading the Koran and eating American muffins and cookies, a British newspaper has reported.

We are giving him God damned muffins? Cookies? Far as I'm concerned this fucker should be given canned Spam.

So after these two things get the volume turned up of the thumping above my left eye I come across this one:

A state appeals court ruled that a verbal agreement between a woman and her sperm donor was invalid, and ordered the man to pay child support for the woman's twins.

Haven't sperm donors supposed to have been paying breeders child support for decades now? Or vice versa, depends on who is raising the children?

Oh well, like I said, I have a headache, nothing seems to be "normal" today. Maybe it's the drugs. Maybe it's my brain on drugs. Maybe I just need to go shopping now. The news is obviously above me.

Although this story is gross, I guess it could of been worse. At least KFC will no longer be purchasing abused chicken.

I rarely eat chicken and now I think I'll eat it even less. Now it's not that I have anything against eating meat, but I used to raise my own chickens...and yes, I'm a chicken serial killer myself. But I changed. I've reformed. I've paid my debt to society.

I guess after reading this there are two things I'm thankful for: I don't kill chickens for a living and I've never killed a cow.

I thought I would share an article about some shenanigans on a NWA flight from Detroit to LA. Very interesting read.

Terror in the Skies, Again?

I love these tests, especially when they give completely erroneous results that put me in a good light.

Curtsey to Rosemary for this one.

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There is an article this morning in the Detroit Free Press about the game "Sims Online". It's definitely not what I thought it was. An interesting read.

Sex and the Simulated City

Ohhh....I really, really want one of these.

Maybe this is circulating around the web, I'm not sure. Looking at this works on me the same way a cold shower does. Yikes!

Look at your own risk.

Curtsey to Utterly Boring, for curdling the coffee in my stomach this morning.

I love to people watch and one of my favorite things to watch for is manners. Attack of the Pig People an article on CBS News is entertaining especially when he shares his encounter with Pig Man.

A few years ago I dated a "southern gentleman". This guy was the big on manners...way too big. On stairwells going up, he had to be behind, going down, he had to be in front. He would actually get irritated if I touched a door we were going through. On the street of course he had to walk curbside. All of this was very touching and cute at first...until you chastise me for not following your rules. Dear Daniel didn't last long.

So Daniel is the one that actually started to peek my interest with some manners. So being the stubborn Sicilian that I am...during this relationship I started on a mission to open doors for men. Why not?

This is a practice I've not given up...I've had way too much fun with it. Here is some of my unscientific research findings and the findings differ on how I am dressed. This is my findings if I'm wearing slacks or jeans:

Men approximately over 50 will not let me hold the door open for them, they will hold the door until I go through. These men will hold the door open and wait for me, even if I'm still 10-15' away. They always acknowledge my "thank you".

Men approximately 30-50 will go through the open and door and say "thank you". These men will hold the door open for me if they approach it first and I'm close by. They acknowledge my "thank you" maybe 50% of the time.

Men 25 and younger will not hold a door and almost seem to expect if you are there first you hold the door, but not if it's them. Never a "thank you".

If I'm wearing a dress or short skirt:

Men over 50 will hold the door, will not enter first. Always acknowledge my "thank you" and will initiate small talk.

Men 30-50 will offer to take the door I'm holding and will say "thank you" if I encourage them to go on in. Some will actually just stand there like they are waiting to recall some important bit of information, but it's not quite processing. They usually always look at my legs as they pass through, wondering what they might have forgotten.

Men 25 and younger will always breeze on through and I might get a "thanks" half of the time.

Of course everything is subjective to the length of the dress. Shorts for some reason ellicits the same response as pants. Any men have any ideas on why?

I ran across this article this morning giving some highlights of an experiment on the internet. The theory is to prove it is a small world and there is only 6 degrees of separation. Interesting.

It also led me to this site which allows you to sign up and become part of the experiment. Go ahead, I already have my target. A professor in Ithaca NY at Cornell.

Anybody out there in Ithaca? Email me. This could be cheating though.

Funny stuff. Check it out.

For some reason Greg at Death's Door, the Spanish Announcers Table keeps popping up weirdly in my life. Now yesterday's post of mine about seeing his blog in #1 spot on the Truth Laid Bear actually happened. No where in the blogosphere has anyone else mentioned this. I haven't hallucinated since college that I'm aware of and I know it was there. So there. Granted it was 4:30am...but that doesn't mean shit.

So last night very late, which I should of been in bed but being on vacation I'm watching what I thought was a Sci-Fi flick about experimenting with viruses and a computer gone haywire. Fine...nothing too mentally stimulating but the action kept going...when suddenly the screen is filled with brain eating zombies. Flashback to Greg's post.
Somehow it's his fault this happened. I know it. I had to sleep with 2 damn lamps on last night. Why didn't I just turn off the damn TV, or change stations? Because it was too damn late. Now I was whining not too long ago that a movie hasn't gotten to me in a long time. Boy this one did. Even today I keep looking behind me.
Somehow I know Greg is fucking with my mind damn it.

I ran across this on Curts Page.

Go figure they were made in Detroit. I have a sudden craving for Uncle Ray's garlic flavored potato chips....I think I'll run to the store. One potato, two pot-a-toooo.