Ham

I just wonder.. why I feel like a stranger in m own life..

I've wondered a few things as well.. if the things I see are really happening..

The lady is cool.. will you ever really find what you are looking for.. In one manner.. I hope not.. I mean.. what did you come into this existence for, to begin with.. what I've figured out so far.. it is going to take love. No, not from me. That is already given.. my dream in this life puts me inside of a crystal palace. About ten meters tall.. the rest of "us" clothed in white.. I'm still looking.. sorry for the weirdness. Take it as you wish..

Every day is a winding road :)

Any predictions of the outcome? *The Squirrel puts on Swami Hat* It will be a very light sentence. As far as amount of time spent in jail or prison. Why would this be in the victim's best interest? If I were a victim.. and this nutcase gets twenty-four years in the big house.. I wouldn't be very happy that a portion of my tax money paid to the state of Colorado be used to house, feed, and give this character proper health care.. for twenty four years.. A far more equitable decision might be a sentence of thirty days in a jail cell with a 6 foot 9 "cell mate" named Bubba.. then it's time for probation. You know. Life in the real world.. nobody will hire him. Well, maybe wal mart.. or some such for minimum wages.. then see how he can live with his meager income after wage garnishments for restitution, and court costs..

Poison does have the capacity to intoxicate. Owsley described the more destructive intoxicants as "body heavy".. in other words, they will get you high, but will beat the snot out of you in the process..

well, you know everything.. as I do..

Yes, very interesting. I question, did his "marbles" really come back.. yeah. Put the practically non-responsive vegetable in his "place". and what was that? sorry.. just a few questions.. very, very.. cool, friend..

before that. He got his brains sc*ewed out by a (supposed) witch. I dunno. It's fiction. But I appreciate fiction.. how much of that novel embraced reality.. I dunno. Well.. I'd love to be Napolean..

Doesn't this guy have enough money and support, yet? Now he spins it. It was just a "spiritual" event. You know.. dress rehearsal for the real thing..

That is the whole point, isn't it friend.. well, most of it. I was listening to the nightly news here.. they were actually claiming. I'll come to that in a moment.. so those who went to the theater were less worried, less stressed. Their recommendation? Go to the theater. You'll have less stress and worries.. no kidding.. No mention about why those who had the what is the word.. had the luxury to have extra money to throw away? There's a more accurate term. I just cant' remember it at the moment.. Disposable income! That's it..

One day, people here will mine the local landfill here. It is an utter treasure of copper, aluminum, steel, glass..

Microwave ovens. They have very large transformer. I have about a dozen of the copper primaries from these.. large gauge primary windings. If one has a hammer, and a chisel. It's a thirty second operation to get a seventy foot length of twelve gauge copper or aluminum wire from the big transformer..

the kind of recycling I'm describing could be be described as "cherry picking". A computer, headed to the smelter. One removes the hard drives. are they useful? Perhaps. 80 gig or greater can find a very useful life.. a cheap adapter, and one now has an 80, 120, or more gig flash drive.. The hard drives that are *really* junk. i.e. don't work. They have at least two very strong neodymium magnets. Remove them, before submitting the aluminum case to the smelter. Surely, one can find a few practical uses for a pair of super magnets.. even if all they do, is hold some doors open at the appropriate time. That's what one professional group uses these for. That I know of. But there are more applications. What about with the little bit of copper wire from said computer, recycled.. as a generator. Doesn't require much hardware to make such a thing.. see.. the recyclers might welcome something like this. A couple of aluminum hard drive cases, submitted to the smelter, without copper, ceramics.. I mean, by the time I'm done with it, all you have to recycle is aluminum. Far easier than separating copper, aluminum, etc. etc.. in the smelter. I'm sure somebody else has thought of this. Old old televisions. Or monitors. They have either a very long length of copper wire, or aluminum wire, in a degaussing coil. I have harvested these coils from these. I strung the wire out, along a very long city block here, and braided the strands into the finest stranded twisted wire you could imagine. About sixteen strands, wound up with a cheap drill.. I dunno.

I've been thinking about "intelligent recycling". People are throwing tons of junk into the recycler.. that could be directly re-used without melting it all down. How many millions of hard drives and computers are heading for the scrap heap.. so instead of just mindlessly tossing the metal into some smelter somewhere.. there has to be some kind of alternative.. The problem is, separating copper, aluminum, steel.. is very labor intensive. Not that it can't be done. Is there a use for a few neodymium magnets? There is a pair in every hard drive headed to the dump..

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flirty_Fishing and to think that parents approved of these kind of tactics.. the Girl disappears.. "Bubba" shows up to "under-shepherd".. all I wanted was a family. Can I sue for non-performance of da Promise?

Why did I take "the class". to me it is still the same. I was looking for a family. Have I found it, or haven't I? I really think it was all an illusion, unless someone here can prove me wrong.. not that it really makes any difference. what was I looking for.. to me it wasn't "The Girl". Though I can completely understand this.. what I find what is the word.. despicable? That is too mild. You were willing to prostitute your own offspring, to bring more "followers" into the fold.. no, despicable does not describe it..

The end is always near. Or is it a new beginning.. kinda like my big wager here.. I'm fully committed to the concept of some kind of rebuild.. if it doesn't pan out, I'll be sorting through junk for the rest of my terrestrial existence.. there are worse things..

I have a couple of these I "harvested" from non functioning computers. what can you do with these.. maybe this isn't a computer question as such.. more discussion. I found a nice device a while back. It will plug into any kind of modern hard drive, and plug into a USB port. For about 9.95, and with some junk the neighbor threw out, you can have.. an 80 gig flash (almost) drive. How many pictures or images could you dream of storing on an 80 gig drive? I'm thinking more of images, because they seem to require more storage space. but today, I organized all of my data, pictures, everything. It only fills about 20 percent of said hard drive. And I have several more in the closet.. maybe the question is: "what would you do with an 80 gig flash drive". Well, it will almost fit in your pocket..

Squirrels are still here..

I wonder what the hirschfeld "twig" was like. Were they coordinators, or merely "participants"? I would bet they got the chief seats at the feasts..

You want to see "believing" at work.. try going back to grad school for a degree in math at 54 years old.. and there are no certainties here, even with good academic standing, and five credits to go, in today's political and economic climate.. no guarantees, whatsoever.. never, light at the end of the tunnel.. but maybe there is. I had a dream, a long, long time ago.. I was in a very large building, either it was constructed out of glass, or crystal.. the walls of glass or crystal were about twenty meters (metres for non-usa folk) high. There was a crowd of us, dressed in white. I've had several other impressions, that followed the dreams, exactly. Not this one yet.. The closest it came for this one.. so far. I was in a graduation ceremony, and we were all dressed in black..

As far as twi in concerned though. Do we have any real proof that rosie(?), the donster and other uglies are even still alive? No current pictures.. nothing. Is there really some living thing there? I've heard stories from the U.K.. the landowner living to about 170, so they don't have to pay inheritance taxes.. maybe you could fix my perspective here twinky..

From your article: The name is quite fitting, isn't it.