“[I]n the end we could choose only between the bleak and the bleaker – that was the extent of our freedom.”

--Peter Nadas, A Book of Memories

you, breathing behind my ear. you, rubbing my back. your eyebrow, gentle on my cheek. my hand in your hand. your arms, wrapping me. (i am fragile.)

i fake it. i try to recall your face, boy, so hard that i fake it. i can't remember your face, how you look. your eyes, your nose, your mouth. i try so hard to recall that i fake it.

but i do remember, you, breathing behind my ear. your hands, tight on my shoulders. you,rubbing my back. your eyebrow, gentle on my cheek. my hand in your hand. your arms, wrapping me. these i remember.

it is true then, that "the skin has its own memory", and that i won't really know if you ever exist with a face.

Both : SteeLsWrapperD3D.dll and SteeLsWrapperD3D.exe MUST BE in same folder.

Just RUN the SteeLsWrapperD3D.exe & click OK.

and then Start WarRock
The Hack will automatically get INJECTED [Hooked] in WarRock.exe process

Ingame Press INSERT to enable Hacks.

Ingame Press DELETE to Disable Hacks.

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IF USING "Winject.exe"

1. RUN Winject.exe

2. Select DLL

3. START Warrock Game

4. Before LOGIN press ALT + TAB & select Process = WarRock.exe

5. CLICK INJECT & PRESS INSERT key on keyboard

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Both : SteeLsWrapperD3D.dll and SteeLsWrapperD3D.exe MUST BE in same folder.

Just RUN the SteeLsWrapperD3D.exe & click OK.

and then Start WarRock
The Hack will automatically get INJECTED [Hooked] in WarRock.exe process

Ingame Press INSERT to enable Hacks.

Ingame Press DELETE to Disable Hacks.

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IF USING "Winject.exe"

1. RUN Winject.exe

2. Select DLL

3. START Warrock Game

4. Before LOGIN press ALT + TAB & select Process = WarRock.exe

5. CLICK INJECT & PRESS INSERT key on keyboard

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You can edit cross-hairs in program folder: uCross-Hair 1.0\User
Open one bitmap in Paint, use ZOOM and press CTR + G. You will have grid to help.

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You can edit cross-hairs in program folder: uCross-Hair 1.0\User
Open one bitmap in Paint, use ZOOM and press CTR + G. You will have grid to help.

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现在听着蔡健雅的化学实验..
突然很有feel..
在读着的马来文我不要去fuck它先了..
明天考马来文咯..
第一次跟莉萍同一时间一起考同一个科目..
真的是有feel..
希望明天她可以坐在我的左手边..
就真的真的有feel了..

啊..
看得懂的人就懂 ; 看不懂的人就看不懂..
991029..
i miss my long hair..

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You'm Drugged.

The month of July has just flown by.  Between work (both the typical stuff and special projects), moving my portfolio to Photrade, making the final push to finish the initial pass through the images from the Ocracoke trip last month (see my Ocracoke 2008 gallery at Photrade), and trying to figure out the best (and cost-effective) backup strategy for my images...well, this month has just about exhausted itself.  It seems like it wasn't that long ago that Bea and I left Ocracoke...but it was almost a full month ago!

The first thing was work.  The first week of every month is always rough because of monthly scheduling.  Totally expected but still a rough week.  The good news was that there was a holiday at the end of that week. Four day work-weeks are always good.  I even got the chance to do a bit of shooting (camera, not firearms) that weekend.

After that there was the whole thing with Flickr/Myxer and the sense of urgency in getting my portfolio moved to Photrade.  At first it was a case of "gotta get everything from Flickr to Photrade" that kept me busy (my wife probably thinks the word obsessed is more appropriate) this week.  Then it changed to "gotta finish the initial pass through all of the Ocracoke images for processing" (that took some time because I shot about 1200 images during the week).

While doing that, I've been listening to various podcasts and realized my need for a good backup strategy for my images.  That's what I'm thinking over now and the task seems quite daunting to me.  Oh, well, I'll figure it out today and hope to get started on it sometime this weekend....as well as get out and shoot more images.

Which leads me back to what started this rambling post.  I just realized that all of the images I've shot since the Ocracoke trip are still on the camera.  I've not touched a single one of them and, frankly, don't remember exactly what all is on there.  I guess I'll find out this evening when I get home from work and download them to see.  I'm guessing there will be a bit of "what the heck is that?" and "what was I thinking?" but there is also likely to be a bit of "oh wow! I don't remember doing that!"

Life's too short for it to pass by this quickly.  Where's the brake!  Shoot something so you can remember the fast times when you reach the slow times.  We have these memory machines for a reason--don't just let yours sit there.  Use it!  Even if you wait a month or more to see what you've captured.

As children we spent hours on the beach digging holes, just digging. Hands, shovels, buckets, shells: anything could become a useful digging tool. Our efforts often attracted jealous attention of nearby children who marveled at a hole so wide and deep that four sisters could sit comfortably.  We guarded our hole with pride and asked our parents to not let anyone cave it in while we ran to the water to rinse off our sandy bodies.  Waves kept us in the chilly water for hours at a time.  We ran along the breaking waves and turned cartwheels.  We rode wave after wave after wave, perfecting our body surfing techniques.  Sometimes the waves tossed and turned us under water, pulled us from the surface, and dropped us from our place on top with no warning.  The waves never scared us; we thrived on the excitement.  Our father and his brother stayed with us after the lifeguards had gone home at six.  We’d occasionally use a boogie board, but that never seemed as true as body surfing.  The afternoon and evening brought warm water and an easy sunny sky.

Now, years later, I do not live near the beach.  Here, it is hours to any beach and people take vacations to the beach.  I never fathomed such a thing.  I miss the beach and try to take my vacations in the summer to go home and return to the beach with my sisters.

Playtime on the beach is different.  We dig fewer holes and tolerate the cold water just slightly less than our younger selves.  We love the beauty of the sand and the ocean, but some things changes.  Recently, I have felt guilty and suddenly too old.  How could I not want to play like that 10 year old girl I used to be?  This is when I realized that our favorite places can evolve with ourselves.  My memories never leave; I love everything about the beach and the games my sisters and I would play. 

As we’ve grown, I’ve adapted myself to the beach. Instead of running from the beach blanket to the waves and back, I run miles on the beach.  On these miles, barefoot and in the water, I show my love for the beach.  There is no place I’d rather run and no place that I’m happier to run.  When I run on the beach, it feels like I’m playing.  They are always my favorite runs with stops in the middle to jump in the waves.  I’ve never appreciated cold water more than during a sunny run. 

Now I have a melding of my childhood and myself.  We still ride the waves and turn cartwheels and jump off lifeguard stands. Digging holes may have to wait another generation.  But, I have added an older version of myself and my activities to the beach.  Without this, the beach (or any favorite place) risks fading memories.  Every time I run I remember.  Every time I run on the beach I’m adding to those memories. 

Memory and use are funny things: combining them makes the place stronger and more meaningful.  People and communities should consider what they love (buildings, landscapes, open space, etc) and when it’s out of date, find new ways to keep the past and the present connected, assuring life for the future.  It’s the basic foundation for human existence; our memories, our lives, are connected by the past, present, and future.  We wouldn’t want to let any of that go, so why should we forget our surroundings?      

You don't have to be a gaming freak to know the memory card game where you have to match cards, from a set of cards all turned upside down. Now, take a few Health and Safety terms, abbreviations and meanings, and add a time limit and you have the latest online game for CNWL students.  Add a bit of fun to learning the dry bits of Health and Safety rules. Play the game here and see how quickly can you match all the sets.

A drag and drop activity has also been developed where H&S abbreviations get matched with their meanings. Play the drag and drop activity here. One plus about the two games is that the cards/questions are always different each time the users play, hence adding to the challenge (and encouraging those gaming freaks to keep trying).

Top 10 tips

The following is a list of strategies that have worked for many people:

1. Decide to remember. Resist passivity. Become an active learner by making a conscious, deliberate decision to remember. Follow through on this decision.
2. Combine memorizing with a physical activity. Each sense that you use while reviewing provides another pathway for information to reach your brain. Recite either silently or aloud, while riding a bicycle, while doing aerobics or calisthenics (floor exercises like sit-ups and jumping jacks), and while walking or running. Feel good about yourself for keeping fit and for exercising your mind.
3. Use mnemonics. Mnemonics are tricks, games, or rhymes that help you remember things. You learned some as a child—“In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”
4. Use acronyms. An acronym is a word formed by the first letters of other words or items that you want to remember. For example, “TEAM” is an acronym for --
“Together Everyone Achieves More”.
5. Associate to remember. Association is the process of connecting new information that you want to remember to something that you already know. An association is often
personal. For example, use something personal to you to remember something unrelated. A friends name or a place you know can be used to trigger the association.
6. Visualize. Form an image, or picture, in your mind of something that you want to
remember. Visualization is an especially good way to link names with places or parts with
locations. Draw things on a board or in a book that will remind you of the thing you need to remember rather than listing in words what needs to be remembered
7. Use an organizational technique. Organize information in a meaningful pattern that shows how each item relates to the others. List steps in a process. Outline complex
materials. Make charts, diagrams, and information maps that show the relationships of parts to a whole or one part to another.
8. Sleep on it. Reviewing before sleep helps you retain information. Because you are relaxed, concentration is focused. The information stays in your mind while you sleep. When you awaken, try to recall what you reviewed the night before. Chances are good that you will remember.
9. Remember key words. Sometimes you have to remember a series of connected ideas and explanations. To recall items stated in phrases or sentences, select a key word to two in each item that sums up the whole phrase. Recalling key words will help you recall the whole item.
10. Memorize. Useful for recalling certain kinds of information, memorization can be an effective tool if it is combined with other memory techniques. Memorization works best when recalling spelling, definitions, maths and facts about historical events, life cycles, etc.

Your memory is a muscle.. if you exercise it, it will become bigger and stronger… Exercise your memory daily…

For the first time in years my memory has been wiped à la Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I cannot, for the life of me, remember writing this delusional blog post. Those are my sentences, sure. I can pick out the words I use, and the cadence is all egocentric Subway Philosophy. The plot is spot on, too. Last night I popped a pill and a martini was made. I sprawled out in the bath tub and sopped through another paperback. I hit the points I always hit. They are always there: the acknowledgment of the writing itself, the excessive production of getting stoned, the vague hint of sexuality, and always the unrequited romance.

I pulled myself out of bed this morning in a stew of still-drugged exhaustion. I had my clothes on, mostly. But I had showered, rather, taken that bath. My hair was still damp. My laptop had been perched on the desk, but pillows had been projected across the room helter skelter.

At work, I sat cradling coffee and checked my blog. And this, this confused and wistful piece, was appalling. No memories. No inklings. I did it to myself.

I did, I did it on purpose. I knew what I was doing the entire time I soaked in that tub chewing on olives and letting vodka mix with pills in my gut. Those are sad truths. I was erasing.

I decided to erase him almost as a lark. And by morning, he was gone.

This will be the second phase of a larger initiative that began with Their Past Your Future Scotland Phase 1, organised by Museum Galleries Scotland which commemorated the 60th anniversary of World War II through a touring exhibition and a series of community events including local exhibitions, entertainment, and events specifically created to generate intergenerational learning opportunities.  One of the biggest outcomes of this exercise was the gathering of numerous first hand accounts, unique experiences and veterans' stories that would otherwise have remained unknown. The majority of these were extracted through interaction with schoolchildren or groups of young people.

Following on the success of the initial phase, the second project will bring together young people and older generations in communities across Scotland capturing oral histories which on World War II and subsequent conflicts. The outputs from these oral history projects will be a series of some 300 online mini-exhibitions or vignettes - oral histories and illustrative or contextual items from local and national collections which may include diary extracts, newspaper articles, old photographs, archival film, documents, paintings, and photographed objects. Together, they will create a vivid story of a person, event or location.

Their Past Your Future Scotland will culminate with the launch of a website in 2010.  The vignettes and other outputs generated will available as a classroom teaching aid via Learning and Teaching Scotland’s new Scottish schools’ intranet, Glow.

The ten museums and galleries and their projects are:

• Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders Museum, Stirling “Pull Up A Sandbag”
• Hunterian Museum & Art Gallery, Glasgow  “The Glasgow West War Story”
• Kildonan Museum, South Uist, “Proiseact Beinn na Coraraidh”
• Museum nan Eilean, Isle of Lewis “Lewis At War”
• Renfrewshire Council “Re-Solve”
• Scapa Flow Visitor Centre, “Fortress Orkney”
• Gordon Highlanders Museum, Aberdeen, "Post-War Conflicts and Peace-Keeping Missions"
• The Museum of The Black Watch, Perth, “In Peace And War”
• West Dunbartonshire Council,  “Singers, Sirens and Silent Heroes”
• West Lothian Council “West Lothian and The Forgotten War”

More details can be found in the original news release.

A similar project can be seen on the World War II in the Highlands web site.

The Scottish input is part of a larger scale project covering the UK.

Their Past Your Future Phase 1 ran between February 2004 and July 2006. It was an educational programme led by the Imperial War Museum and supported by the Big Lottery Fund as part of the official commemoration of the 60th anniversary of the end of the Second World War.

Their Past Your Future Phase 2 is a UK-wide educational project which will build on the experiences and successes of Their Past Your Future Phase 2.

When I started this blog two years ago I had a different idea of what I wanted it to be about. You see, ever since I’ve been young I’ve wanted to be a journalist. If you asked me why, I’m not sure I could say; maybe I just wanted to be like Clark Kent (I had glasses too) but I remember being interested in the news and knowing that was what I wanted to do with my life. It probably helped that I had an interest in writing, but even then my style was more suited to essays than fiction or poetry. In high school I wrote an article about life in the 60s which became my first publication and that just confirmed my feelings.

In the end it didn’t work out the way I had planned. My last few years of school were miserable; I was ill and and by the time I had finished, my dream of a journalistic career had faded away. For a while I was bitterly disappointed but after a couple of months I threw myself into the next best thing: my fiction and within a few months had several stories published and started studying philosophy on the side. Basically that has been my routine ever since but I never stopped wanting to be a journalist. In many ways it’s my biggest regret.

I had maintained a website for several years, a CV with links to my work, and in 2006 I decided it was time for a redesign... but then I had an idea. One of the problems I had was that my work was speculative fiction; I’d had feedback that publishers liked my writing but didn’t get what I was writing about. But what if I created a column on my site which explored the same themes? That way I’d have something else I could show to publishers as well, to show that my writing was about an examination of life and philosophy, not just science. And so I created an early version of A Writer’s Life, and moved it to WordPress in 2007.

A Writer’s Life was never meant to be a blog as such; it wasn't meant to be updated frequently and I didn’t expect comments or care about stats. My early posts were like a newspaper column and the blog’s purpose was just to exist for my work. But then a funny thing happened. Some of my posts started getting picked up by other sites. Suddenly I was being cited as CJ Writer, not CJ Levinson. And then people started commenting. To be honest those first comments freaked me out and I didn't know how to respond. I hadn’t written those posts to be read and suddenly people were asking me questions! Help!

But slowly I realised people were responding because they liked what I wrote and their comments made my posts much richer than if I had just turned the comments off. Over several months I started to look at blogging as an outlet and a means of communication rather than as a tool, and my writing style changed to reflect that. Blogging became part of my routine; I looked forward to it and A Writer’s Life started to take on a life of its own.

But several months ago that changed. It started with a comment I received on my blog about my name, that I used CJ rather than Christopher. It was just a troll and it shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did; and then a few months ago I was viciously abused in a comment I deleted - only for the commenter to come back, accuse me of censorship and make the first lot of abuse look eloquent. I deleted that too but I started to wonder if it was really worth the effort. Blogging had started to feel like a chore.

At the same time as all this I have been very ill; I’m only just starting to recover now and the result was that I decided to have a break for a couple of months, have a think about things and hopefully come back feeling refreshed. What I didn’t realise was that people would start to wonder if something was wrong and I'm sorry if I worried anyone. I appreciate all your comments and emails; they've helped me more than you can know.

But now I’m back! I’ve had time to think and I’m looking forward to writing some new posts. For a while I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to come back but in the end A Writer’s Life still represents, if only in a small way, the life I never had. I'm not ready to let go of that yet. But I will be making some changes to the blog over the next few weeks. I might not post as frequently and I'm looking at ways to stop these trolls - and splogs. I also plan to share some of my photography as well, which I've never done before. Scary. ;)

So that's the story of how I came to blogging. I never really wanted to be a blogger but in the end blogging has given me the chance to fulfil a part of my childhood dream and that's been a wonderful thing. The blog continues to evolve as I evolve as a person; it's no longer a column as much as a reflection of my life and philosophy and there have been more positives than negatives. Sometimes it's easy to forget that - but then, what dream ever turns out exactly the way we'd planned?

There are many childhood dreams I'd love to fulfil. I've always wanted to see more of the world; to own my own home; to have a novel published; to start a small bookshop; to meet someone to spend my life with. We'll just have to see how those go. My dream of becoming a journalist won't happen but in this blog I get to write about the topics I would have written about. I get to live a small part of my dream; not many people can say that.

Our dreams guide us and I think it's the attempt that matters most, that we try to reach them even if we never do. They're the reason I write; they're why I started this blog after one of my dreams died. And they've helped me to meet people like you, who I'd never have met. Doesn't seem like a bad trade-off now, does it?

A lone voice crying:
Tears of sorrow on the wind
A dream forgotten

A lone voice singing:
Music of laughter and joy
A future revealed

I used to think like this until one evening we were going to a local ice-cream store to get free ice-cream.  I got out with our three older kids at the curb and daddy'Oparked the car.  He walked up to the line we were waiting in and I just stared at him.  He looked at me with a "what's wrong now" kinda look.  I said, "aren't you missing something?"  He really didn't remember that our one year old was still sitting strapped in his car seat.  Yikes.  A real mental lapse.  He was thinking about something else completely, not even remembering what precious cargo was strapped in behind him.  I still don't understand it, but I know that it happens.  And I bet that it happens to men more than women.  There must be some sort psychology to it.

I feel so sad for these dads and their families!! Such a stupid and unnecessary death.  I can't even imagine the guilt they feel.  I am sure they are good dads just like the article says.  They just compartmentalize what they are working on-focusing on one thing at a time.  Working is a huge mental battle for men.  I am sure they were focusing on what was coming up in their day at work and they really didn't remember for the moment that their precious bundle of joy was sitting quietly in their seat waiting to be taken up and hugged.  How sad indeed!

Fox News-

Two French toddlers died of heat exhaustion when their fathers allegedly forgot they were strapped in child seats in the back of their cars as they went to work.

Both cases involve middle-class men, described as devoted and loving parents, who appear to have forgotten their children in an inexplicable lapse of concentration.

Prosecutors said Wednesday that a three-year-old girl had died from heatstroke and dehydration after spending the day locked in her father's vehicle in the car park at the factory where he had a managerial post.

The outside temperature was no more than 77 degrees, which is relatively low for southern France during the summer. Inside the car, it rose to 113 degrees, according to fire officers.

When the unidentified man finally noticed his daughter, he drove directly to the local fire and ambulance station but rescue workers were unable to revive her.

“We have not been able to question the father. He is still in a very disturbed psychological state,” said Thierry Bas, the state prosecutor in nearby Chalon-sur-Saône.

The incident came seven days after a two-year-old boy died in similar circumstances in Pont-de-Chéruy, also in eastern France.

A passer-by found Yannis strapped into the baby seat in the family vehicle after being left for about three hours by Eric Allarousse, 38, his father. The outside temperature was between 77 and 80 degrees.

Allarousse, who owns a pharmacy, told detectives he had forgotten his son after witnessing a traffic accident after lunch on July 15.

Amnesia or the lack of memory is sad and troublesome. Many times in your life you can get in difficult situations only because you don’t remember an important person’s name or something else that is much more important, such as the name of a medicine.

You should write everything you can if you have this problem. Be organized and careful.

The reason for the existence of amnesia is the existence of very traumatic experiences; in other words, this condition has a protective function. It appears when there is a trauma that the person wishes to forget, but this is not a conscious function. It works without the participation of the human conscience. For example, when someone suffers a disaster or something terrible happens in one’s life, amnesia protects him or her from remembering the horrible scenes or situations that he or she saw or lived.

Amnesia can have a psychological reason that cannot be logically justified if we ignore what is happening in the psychic sphere of the affected person. In this case, I recommend psychotherapy through dream interpretation with the unique and correct method of dream translation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by me. I continued Jung’s research in the unknown psyche, where craziness remains, and I discovered the existence of the wild conscience.

This wild, violent and evil content often obliges the unconscious that produces the dreams in order to protect us from craziness, to provoke amnesia to the human conscience in order to protect it from the memories projected by the wild side.

If your problem is not so serious, but you keep forgetting many important details and many things you must remember, here are my directions to help you improve your memory until you become able to remember everything you need and even what is not necessary:

1. Associations

The best way to remember names and difficult words is through associations. For example, if a person’s name is Walter Miller. In order to remember this name you have to think about a word that reminds it… How about “watermelon?” This way, the similar sounding word will help you remember the real name of the person. (If you don’t actually remember the real name of the person but you quickly say the substitute word that you associated with their name when you meet them, they will have the impression that you said their real name…)

The same tactic can be used for other things as well: you simply should associate names, substantives, titles, etc., with words easy to remember.

2. Attention

When you hear or read something important, pay attention to it. Say to yourself: “now this person is saying this and I should remember it” or “now I’m reading the most important part of the text, I have to keep it in my memory.”

3. Repetition

Repeat several times the words or sentences you have to learn, but not without thinking like a parrot. Think about what you are saying, visualize the things that you are repeating in your mind, and be in contact with what you are trying to memorize.

4. Make a Summary

Rewrite the most important parts of what you are trying to learn. Make a summary with the essence and keep it in mind. You don’t have to remember all the details. You can write them in your own words. Only the essence of what you are trying to remember must be memorized.

5. Exercise

Try to remember many things, even if you don’t need to. If you keep your mind working, you become more intelligent and your memory will be excellent!

Prevent Depression and Craziness through the scientific method of Dream Interpretation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by Christina Sponias, a writer who continued Jung's research in the unknown region of the human psychic sphere.

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A single dream is not enough. We need a series of dreams in order to understand what is happening to the dreamer and to understand the guidance of the wise unconscious mind that produces our dreams.

So, write down your dreams every day if you want to see results for your efforts.  Your dreams and their special messages should be really important to you!

You need to start right now so you will have enough time to submit many dreams. If you put off this opportunity, time will pass and you won’t be able to send me anything…

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5 Things I saw in London, which I found utterly hilarious.

1. A man being pick pocketed. Total hilarity, the twat didn't even notice, and quite frankly if you walk about like an aggressive cock, like most Londoners, during my stay, did, then you deserve it. His phone was stolen, and I lulzed. Hard.

You see, the sad thing is, if people hadn't been unapologetically bumping into me all day, as if the entire city was on their period I might have done something, perhaps alerted the man that he had just become a victim of crime.

But you know what?

I hold you all responsible for the actions of the few, if one cunt is aggressive or rude to me, you will all receive my spite, and judgemental, cynical, scorn because of it.

2. An Asian woman pushing an 8 year old over, on an escalator, without apologising, or even looking at her... Brilliant. Pure genius.

I literally masturbated over this hilarious mental image when I got home.

The look of pure hurt on that 8 year old's face as she fell head first into an escalator to have her hair mangled, her shins bloodied; brilliant.

The screams that came from that little girl as the escalator caught on her hair; they were like a symphony of delightful sadism to my ears that helped to wash away the aggravation that had become pent up inside me throughout the day..

I took great perverse pleasure in doing absolutely nothing but sitting back, and watching her little face slowly become drenched in a sea of tears, blood and torn out hair. She looked like she'd just been brutally ravaged, by a really sadistic priest.

I came a little.

3. A black man giving an Asian man racist abuse... Priceless. Words cannot even describe the sheer sexually overwhelming feelings of ecstatic joy I felt in my crotch region as I watched this masterpiece of degradation and irony unfold.

4. Drunks on bikes. You fuck-tards shouldn't be allowed drink, you can't fucking handle it, end of story. I saw 3 twats cycling down the wrong lane laughing hysterically drinking cans of premium larger. One fuck-tard crushing his skull between his hands, crouched on the floor crying outside a pub, around 5 bar fights, and God knows how many drunk girls passed out in corners (and yes, I did rape them all.)

5. An Englishman pick a fight with a drunk Irish man. Granted, I didn't so much witness this as I did start a fight, but still the point stands; utterly hilarious.

One Reason I will not be going back to London in the future. (And yes, I only need one.)

You're all very fucking rude. You don't queue for anything, everyone's in a rush, nobody says sorry for pushing or shoving or bumping into you, your train carriages can be likened to being in the position of a Jew in a gas chamber, only the Ziclon B is the fat fuck sitting next to you's body odour, you're all really fucking loud, all the fucking time. Your accent is so so grating that it can only be likened to driving a circular saw through the side of my face. Nobody says thank you to bus drivers, you're basically all loud, obnoxious, cunts.

Fuck you and your city. Actually, in all fairness, I do quite like your city, I just fucking hate your people.

I hope the rest of England isn't such a raging disappointment for me.

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Copyright © July 24, 2008 David Hodges

I know we are truly blessed.

All I have to do is look at this little face...

...and I know our life is a good one.

But I worry, even though I know I can't control what happens or doesn't happen. Economy, fuel prices, health issues, etc... Can you feel the pressure? My shoulders are already beginning to tense just thinking about it all.

And speaking of health issues, for those of you who have asked - yes, Little Dude and I have recovered from Hand, Foot and Mouth and Supercat is doing okay, too, with only one more day of his antibiotic left. The Hubby never got sick, amazingly!

The only thing we are still dealing with isn't that big of a deal - just annoying and oh-so-not-pretty. Little Dude and I both have a lot of dry and peeling skin on our hands and feet, from where we had the blisters. It looks the worst on Little Dude's feet and my hands. Ick - so not attractive.

But back to me feeling stressed... When I get stressed (or sleep poorly and/or have been on the phone too much), I get a huge pain in my neck (yes, I truly have a pain in my neck - I'm not talking about the folks who irritate me).

Yesterday, I had a chance to try a small demonstration of acupuncture and I think it might be something I'll try again in the future. I don't like needles, but with the exception of a very minor twinge here and there, it didn't feel like I had needles being poked into my neck.

The downside - our insurance doesn't recognize acupuncture as a "real" therapy. This is kind-of sad, since when I talked to the acupuncturist about his prices, seeing him would be a lot easier on my insurance than putting me on a prescription anti-inflammatory to reduce the pain in my neck, shoulder and upper back.

I still may have to look into it more, though...

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Forgot to mention that the photo of Little Dude was taken while he learned about the wonders of banana popsicles. They are a hit, but he almost prefers just chewing on the stick!

(Hat tip: Boing Boing)