Pervy Hobbit Fanciers Now all you pervy hobbit fanciers can buy your own Elvish strawberry-scented soap straight from Rivendell! Complete with sparklies. Hobbits not included.

12 Reasons to Be Against Gay Marriage Okay, okay, don't go off on me or anything. This is supposed to be funny look at all the stupid reasons people have for saying gay people shouldn't get married and emphasising how stupid those reasons are. I'm totally in support of gay marriage.

1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.

2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can't legally get married because the world needs more children.

3. Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if Gay marriage is allowed, since Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.

5. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is illegal.

6. Gay marriage should be decided by people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.

7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why there is only one religion in America.

8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

10. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.

11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to things like cars or longer lifespan.

12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages for gays and lesbians will.

Shamelessly copied from 12reasons.com. Go there and grab the printable PDF file.

Fri5 No Friday Five this week.
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Rant Time! Yup. It's rant time. My rant tonight is one of those "oh my god I sound like my parents" rants, but I don't care. First, a disclaimer. I have nothing against goths. Nothing. I'm talking about the stupid little Goth-wannabe's that don't have a thing to be depressed about in their life and wouldn't know depressed if it jumped up and bit them on the ass. Onto the rant. Here it is. When the hell did it become cool to be depressed. You know what I'm talking about. Those little 13 year old rich kids who shop at Hot Topic and listen to Manson and all they can talk about is how much life sucks. Oh boo hoo, my parents love me, and took my all black clothes with all the belts and chains and buckles away that they paid for, and the angry metal music CDs that they paid for because I made 3 Fs on my report card. What the hell do these little punks think is so damn bad? They have no right to all this fake anger they think they feel. At 13 years old, living in a nice house, in a nice town, wearing clothes from Abercrombie and Goth, er I mean, Hot Topic, that their parents are nice enough to buy for them so they can pretend to be goths, what is so bad for them? I've seen and talked to and known people that have a right to be depressed. And I'm not even talking about people on the street, people that sell their body so they can get that next hit, things like that. I'm talking on the same level as the 13 year old goth-wannabes. Kids whose parents don't care what they do, so long as they leave them alone. Kids who don't have parents. Kids that don't have homes, or food, or clothes, let alone a computer and the internet to say anything about it. These goth-wannabe kids don't have anything to bitch about until they flunk out of school and have to resort to whole new lows because they can't get a job except flipping McDonald's burgers to pay for their shitty little hovel apartments. Then they can be depressed, and wish they had appreciated what they had while they had it. Until then, shut the fuck up and get the fuck over it.

Yeah, I know, for a 13 year old maybe that having your clothes taken away, and your CDs and such does suck. It wasn't that long ago that I was that age, I remember how it felt to have things not go my way. But that doesn't mean life sucks and it's time to piss and moan about it. How about appreciating having a family that cares enough about your well-being to take the time out of their day to take your all-black, chain encrusted clothing, and your angry, growling music away because they want you to do better? How about appreciating the fact that your parents got you the computer, and the internet, and the education that you're using to bitch and moan about how it's bullshit and your parents are such fucking losers.

In case you were wondering, this came about from me stumbling across a web journal of one of these said whiney 13 year old goth-wannabe's.

Like I said at the beginning, I don't have anything against actual goths. People that dress and act this way as a form of self-expression. But these little wanna-be's aren't expressing themselves anymore than the yuppies that all shop at Gap. They're just dressing and acting that way because it's the "thing to do".

This all reminds Denis Leary bit about how life sucks and you should just take the happiness you have and get over it.

God...
"I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy because my life didn't turn out the way I thought it would."
Hey! Join the fucking club, ok!? I thought I was going to be the starting center fielder for the Boston Red Socks. Life sucks, get a fucking helmet, all right?!
"I'm not happy. I'm not happy."
Nobody's happy, ok!? Happiness comes in small doses folks. It's a cigarette, or a chocolate cookie, or a five second orgasm. That's it, ok! You cum, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, you go to sleep, you get up in the morning and go to fucking work, ok!? That is it! End of fucking list!
"I'm just not happy."
Shut the fuck up, all right? That's the name of my new book, "Shut the Fuck Up, by Doctor Denis Leary. A revolutionary new form of therapy."
I'm gonna have my patients come in:
"Doctor, I..."
"Shut the fuck up, next!"
"I don't feel so..."
"Shut the fuck up, next!"
"He made me feel so much better about myself, you know? He just told me to shut the fuck up and nobody had ever told me that before. I feel so much better now."
Whining fucking maggots.

-- Denis Leary

Yeah, I feel so much better now, too.

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Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Low
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Me? Create a fantasy world? Never!

Sláinte! Today I asked my husband what his favourite Irish song was and his response was, "When I think of Irish music, the song that always comes to mind first is Star of the County Down." So today I bring you the lyrics and a bit of history to that song, a quote from James Plunkett about how Ireland got it's name, and a bit of folklore that goes with it, and another Irish toast.

The Star of the County Down

The tune to this song is quite old dating back to the early 1700s, and has been used in other songs as well. This song is about a man that becomes enamored with a maid named Rosie McCann in the County Down. County Down is in the north of Ireland, and Banbridge is located south of Belfast.

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen*
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.

Chorus
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."

Chorus

I've traveled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.

Chorus

At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus

*Boreen means a country lane or narrow road, and comes from the Gaelic word bóithrín. A colleen is a young, unwedded woman, originating from the Gaelic word cailín. I haven't been able to find a meaning of the word "deludhering", but from the phrase "I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown rose" I'm guessing that the man in the song means to "make eyes" at her (looking at her invitingly) and speaking charming words to her to pique her interest. Is there anyone out there that can tell me if that is what this really means?

How Ireland Got It's Name

Once upon a time, thousands of years ago, when the country was inhabited by a race of wizards and sorcerers, the three kings who rules there were married to three sisters. Each of the sisters was beautiful and each in turn gave her name to the country. One of these sisters was called Banba, another Fodhla and third, Eire. And it was from Eire Ireland got her name.

--James Plunkett

During the time of the Tuatha de Danaan, there was three kings, Eathur, Teathur and Ceathur, and they were brothers. Each brother married one of the three sisters, Banba, Fodhla, and Eiru. The country was, at one time, known by each of these names. Now, only Eiru survives as the name, and only in the south of Ireland. The north of Ireland prefers the name Ulster, to distinguish themselves from the "southern barbarians". When the Milesians came to Ireland to conquer the island, each of the three sisters appeared to Amairgin (or Amergin), the son of the Mil, who was the leader of the Milesians, and a bard. When Eriu welcomes Amairgin, he accepts the welcome, and for this she blesses him. He then promises that the island will be named after her forever. He also meets with Fodhla and Banba and promises to them that their names will be remembered as two of the names for the island. A lovely version of the story of the Milesians coming to Ireland is found in Bard: the Odyssey of the Irish by Morgan Llewellyn.

Cheers
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night.
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

Sláinte!
AllieKat

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Fri5 If you...
1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve? Vegetarian. The world... or at least Nashville... has need of more good vegetarian restaurants.
2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell? Books.
3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be? Fantasy.
4. ...ran a school, what would you teach? Music.
5. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it? Irish.
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Sláinte For our second issue, we have the lyrics and some background to the song The Wearing of the Green, the history of Saint Patrick, wearing green and other Saint Patrick's Day traditions, and a traditional Saint Patrick's Day toast.

The Wearing of the Green

by Dion Boucicault (1820-1890)

O Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground;
St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep, his colours can't be seen,
For there's a bloody law against the wearing of the green.
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand,
And he said, "How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?"
She's the most distressful counterie that ever yet was seen,
And they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.

Then since the colour we must wear is England's cruel red,
Sure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.
You may take a shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod,
It will take root and flourish there though underfoot it's trod.
When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summer-time their verdure dare not show,
Then will I change the colour that I wear in my caubeen
But 'till that day, please God, I'll stick to wearing of the green.

But if at last our colour should be torn from Ireland's heart,
Our sons with shame and sorrow from this dear old isle will part;
I've heard a whisper of a land that lies beyond the sea
Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day.
O Erin, must we leave you driven by a tyrant's hand?
Must we ask a mother's blessing from a strange and distant land?
Where the cruel cross of England shall nevermore be seen,
And where, please God, we'll live and die still wearing of the green!

The wearing of green on Saint Patrick's Day began as a symbol of resistance to British rule, and the law that forbade the growing of shamrocks. The British began executing people found wearing green, as traitors against the crown. Dion Boucicault, the Dublin playwrite who wrote the poem, found that he had to leave the country after word of his poem spread, and so did James Napper Tandy, a Dublin shopkeeper and rebel. The poem was from Boucicault's play Arrah na Pogue (Gaelic for Exchange of Kisses). The tune to the song has been traced back to James Oswald, a Scottish musician, which is the same tune for the song The Orange and the Green and The Rising of the Moon.

Saint Patrick's Day

Saint Patrick's given name was Maewyn Succat, and he was born in Kilpatrick, Scotland, around 387 AD. Until the age of 16, he considered himself a pagan. When he was 16, he was sold into slavery when marauders under the leadership of Niall of the Nine Hostages raided his village. He escaped slavery after 6 years and went to Gaul to study in a monastery. While he was training, he adopted the Christian name of Patrick, and his wishes were to follow his perceived calling of converting the pagans in Ireland to Christianity. He traveled across Ireland, establishing several monasteries. He also set up schools and churches to aid him. His actions upset the local druids, and he was arrested several times, but he always escaped. To gain the support of the King Laoghaire, High King of Tara, he plucked a shamrock and used it's three leaves to explain the holy trinity. The rumour of Patrick ridding Ireland of snakes is, in fact, a metaphor for his convering the island to Christianity. The snakes represent the pagans. After spending 30 years on his mission, he retired to County Down, and died on March 17th, 460 AD. Saint Patrick's Day was first celebrated in America in 1737.

Wearing of the Green The colour green being associated with Saint Patrick's Day has nothing to do with St. Patrick at all, since St. Patrick's colour was blue, not green. But the colour green became a symbol of support for Ireland when the British forbade the growing of shamrocks, and the wearing of green in Ireland. Irish schoolchildren began the tradition of pinching people that did not wear green on Saint Patrick's Day, and that tradition is still practiced now.

Traditions In America, people often eat corned beef and cabbage to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day. In Ireland, however, the more traditional meal is ham and cabbage, or bacon and cabbage. It became corned beef in America, when the poor Irish immigrants couldn't afford bacon, and had to use a cheaper substitute.

Erin go bragh is a popular phrase that you'll hear on Saint Patrick's day. It's pronounced erin guh brawk, and means "Ireland forever". It's actual gaelic spelling is Éireann go Brách.

Cheers!
Saint Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here's a toasting to his health;
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.

Sláinte!
AllieKat

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Fri5
1. What was the last song you heard? John McDermott singing Streets of London
2. What were the last two movies you saw? Mona Lisa Smile and Looney Tunes Back in Action
3. What were the last three things you purchased? Lunch today, dinner today, and a dozen votive candles.
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Return the videos I rented. Go to bed early on Sunday. That's it. It's the weekend, and I'm not doing anything constructive. That's what weekdays are for.
5. Who are the last five people you talked to? Daryl. My mother. My grandmother. Robbie. The carhop at Sonic when I got dinner.
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Headlights Ya know, when Robbie pointed out I had a headlight out on my car, I had no idea what I was in store for. I thought, no problem, nothing major, should be easy. Boy, was I wrong. On the way to work, I stopped at Auto Zone. They didn't have it. They said it was special order, and to just try the dealership. On the way to work, I called the dealership where I got my car. I talked to a guy in the parts department. I told him I needed a headlight for an '03 Malibu, and a hubcap. He said I could pick it up before 5:30. I don't get off work til 6. So he said, just give me a card number and I'll charge it, and leave it at the front desk, which is open until 8. Okay no problem. I asked him how much the light was. He said "two ninety six". Now, I've never bought a headlight before. I'm thinking 2 dollars and 96 cents. Which is fine. I ask him how much the hubcap is. It was something like 25 dollars. So on the way home from work, I drop by the Chevy dealer and go in to pick up my parts. The lady at the front desk brings out this huge fuck-off box. I'm like... um, what's this? Then I look at the receipt. Two hundred and ninety six dollars. The guy thought I wanted an entire headlight assembly. Then there was another tiny square box, about ... oh, 10 inches x 10 inches x 1 inch. So I ask what that is. She says it's my hubcap. No way can that be my hubcap. It's not big enough. I told her to open it up, so she did. It's just the very center piece of the hubcap that pops into place and covers the bolts, not the entire hubcap. They say they'll refund the money to my card. Great. So the 300 dollars I had in that account for my car payment is MIA until it gets credited back to my account. At least it didn't overdraft... now if I can just avoid a late payment. On the way home, I figure what the hell, I'll stop at Advance Auto Parts. I called on the way to see if they had it. The computer wasn't working, just stop in. Fine, I'll be right there. I go in. The guy tries the computer again. They don't have it. Then he looks at me, standing there in utter frustration, and says "I take it that's not the first time you've heard that today..." The next day, Wednesday, I was finally able to go into the Chevy dealership, get my receipt for the 300 bucks they tried to charge me and get the actual bulb. The first they said when I walked in was, "You're the headlight lady aren't you?" Blarg.

Sláinte! For our first "episode" of Slainte! I bring you a quote from Niall Ó Dubhthaigh about the word slainte, which is more appropriately spelled with a á, the lyrics to the song Johnston's Motor Car , what is tradional in Ireland for the celebration of someone's birthday, in honor of yesterday being Robbie's birthday, and finally, a traditional Irish toast suitable for a birthday celebration. Sláinte!

Sláinte!

In my young days, when two or three men went in for a drink together, it was the custom for them to go into a back room -- a snug. They never stood at the counter. Each of them would strike three hefty blows on the table, and in a flash, the barmaid would be in to see what they wanted. She would be ordered to bring them a half-pint of whiskey and, in due course, she would return with a jug and a glass. Should there be ten men in the company, they would still only have the one glass. The man who had ordered and paid for the drink would then stand up and hand a glass of whiskey to the man nearest to him, who would then say 'Here's health' (Seo do shláinte) to which the first man might answer, 'God grant you health' (Sláinte ó Dhia duit). That's the kind of toast they used to drink and it was always with a blow of the ash plant that they summoned the barman or barmaid.

-Niall Ó Dubhthaigh

Editor's note: Seo do sláinte is pronounced shuh duh slancha, and Sláinte ó Dhia duit is pronounced slancha jeeuh ditch.

Johnston's Motor Car

lyrics by William Gillespie
tune by Johnnie Long

This song is about the I.R.A. commandeering Doctor Johnston's car. They trick him with a telegram of a "medical emergency" and the good doctor jumps in his car to head there. As he heads over the railway bridge, the rebels are lying in wait and take his car. The song was first performed in 1919, the year that it happened.

It was down by Egan's corner
One morning I did stray
I met a fellow rebel there
And this to him did say
We have orders from the Captain
To assemble at Drumbar
But how are we to get there
Without a motor car

Well Barney dear be of good cheer
And I'll tell you what we'll do
The Specials they are plentiful
And the I.R.A. are few
We'll wire into Stranorlar
And before we'll get that far
We'll give the boys a jolly good ride
In Johnston's motor car

When Doctor Johnston got the news
He soon put on his shoes
He said, This is an urgent case
And there is not time to lose
He then put on his castor hat
And upon his breast a star
You could hear the din going through Glen Fin
Of Johnston's motor car

But when he got to the Reelin Bridge
The rebels he saw there
He knew the game was up with him
For at him they did stare
He said, I have a permit
To travel near and far
You can stick your English permit
We want your motor car

What will my loyal brethren say
Whene'er they hear the news
My car it has been commandeered
By the rebels at Dunluce
We'll give you a receipt for it
All signed by Captain Meagher
And when Ireland gets her freedom
You'll get your motor car

They set the car in motion
And filled it to the brim
With rifles and with bayonets
This made old Johnston grim
And Barney hoisted the Sinn Fein* flag
And it fluttered like a star
And they gave three cheers for the I.R.A.
And Johnston's motor car

*The Sinn Fein is the oldest political party in Ireland, whose objective is to end British rule in Ireland. Their name comes from the Gaelic expression for "We ourselves". They were founded in 1905. The "Sinn Fein flag" is the tri-coloured flag that is now the international flag of Ireland, which replaced the green flag with the golden harp in the period between 1922 and 1937, and became the offical flag in the Constitution of 1937, Article 7, which states "The national flag is the tricolour of green, white and orange."

Also, the most heard version of the song, popularized by the Dubliners, misnames many of the places. The actual correct version of the song, as written by Willie Gillespie follows. Click the link to see an actual picture of Doctor Johnston himself, and read more about this song's history.

Down by Brockagh Corner one morning I did stray,
When I met another rebel bold, who this to me did say:
I've orders from the Captain to assemble at Drumbar
But how are we to reach Dungloe without a Motor Car?

O Barney dear, be of good cheer and I'll tell you what we'll do.
The Black and Tans have plenty guns altho' we have but few.
We'll wire down to Stranorlar before we walk so far,
And we'll give the boys a jolly ride on Johnston's Motor Car.

When Johnston got the wire then he soon pulled on his shoes.
He says this case is urgent, there's little time to lose.
He wore a fancy caster hat and on his breast a star.
You could hear the din going through Glenfin of Johnston's Motor Car.

When he came to the Reelin Bridge, he met some rebels there.
He knew the game was up with him, and at them he did stare.
He said I've got a permit for travelling out so far
You can keep your English permit, but we want your motor car.

What will my loyal comrades say when I get to Drumboe.
To say my car was commandeered by rebels from Dungloe.
We'll give you a receipt for her, its signed by Captain Maher,
And when Ireland's free, then we will see to Johnston's Motor Car.

They put the car in motion, they filled it to the brim.
With guns and bayonets shining, while Johnston he did grin.
When Barney waved a Sinn Fein flag, she shot off like a star
And they gave three cheers for freedom and for Johnston's Motor Car.

When the loyal crew they heard the news, it grieved their hearts full sore.
They swore they'd have reprisals before they would give o'er.
In vain they searched through Glenties, the Rosses and Kilcar,
While the I.R.A. their flags displayed on Johnston's Motor Car.

Birthday Tradition in Ireland

In a varation of the spanking we usually give the birthday boy or girl here, in Ireland, the lucky child is turned upside down and bumped on the floor once for every year of their life... plus one for "good" luck.

Editor's note: Robbie declined his "birthday bump". Oh well.

A Traditional Birthday Toast
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
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Poem While going through some of the things I brought over from the old apartment, I found a poem I wrote ages ago and forgot about. No title.

Absurd model
part dazzle
some shadow
A sculpted subject
Picture like
A young goddess
Empty fashion
Elaborate beauty
Aesthetic impressions
Glorious visions
In the day light
Are like smoke

Changes Made a couple of cosmetic changes to the site. Nothing major. Scroll bars and address bar icon. Comments?

Slainte!
What does it mean? It's a common Gaelic greeting meaning "good health to you". Literally, it translates as "health". It's often used as a toast. Cheers!
How is it pronounced? Slancha.
What is it? For the purposes of my site, it's the name of the posts I intend to start making on Thursdays (or when I remember) of the lyrics of some of my favorite pub songs, and any other things Irish that might catch my fancy.
Why Thursdays? Thursdays is traditionally the day that my best friend and I go to our favorite cozy little Irish pub and get drunk and listen to the band all night.
Why? Anyone that knows me well, knows I love all things Irish. I am making an Irish section for my site, but I think it will add things weekly here, and add them to the section of my site as sort of an archive.
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Shootings Today, in a small town where I live, 4 people were shot. I often go to Springfield to the movies, or just shopping. It was my mothers stomping grounds as a teenager. It's a small town and everyone knows everyones business. One of the victims was found dead in his home, one at a car dealership, one in a tobacco warehouse, and one in his car in a parking lot. The Tennessean says that "Throughout the day, details were repeated in factual and reshaped versions all across town by friends, relatives and spectators." This happened to me. My boss was telling me that a woman in the departments sister said she witnessed the shooting of one of the men, presumably the one in the parking lot. She said she was next to the truck, and she saw a man walk up in a hooded shirt, pull out a gun, and shoot the man in his truck. She floored her car and got out of there, until she had to pull over and throw up. In a small town where the total number of homicides were two for all of last year... 3 homicides and one attempted homicide in one day is unheard of. It's just not something that happens in a small town... Heh, well obviously it does now...

Break Ins On a side note, despite the wonderful new security company at our building... /sarcasm off... a car was stolen from our main parking lot in broad daylight, and another one broken into. We're supposed to have a truck patrolling the lot at all times, a van driving to and from the remote parking lot, and a manned truck on the remote lot at all times. I never park in the remote lot if I don't have to, since from talking to other people it sounds like half the time the security guard isn't in the lot, and other half he's asleep. It just blows my mind. Our main lot, at around 4, is half empty, and a car is stolen... not from the remote lot, but from the lot right at the building. The entire time that the company Robbie works for was guarding our lot, we had no problems whatsoever, but these people have been here for 2 months and already lost a vehicle. The guard says he's didn't see a thing.

Fri5 And on time as well...
What was...
1. ...your first grade teacher's name? Mrs. Metcalf I think. I can't believe I remember that...
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? X-Men for teh win!
3. ...the name of your very first best friend? Beth Kurowski.
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal? Captain Crunchberries.
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school? Depends... when I was in elementary school I read a lot of books. When Nintendo... the original system... came out, I played lots of video games. When I was in high school, I hung out with my friends.
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