Sunday, September 14, 2008, 01:18 PM
Okay I HAD to post this. No matter your politics this HAS to be the single greatest impression ever on SNL.
TINA FEY ON SNL
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( 0 / 0 )Tuesday, July 29, 2008, 09:13 PM
Okay I heard this song on the radio today and it blew me away. I've always been a huge fan of Johnny Cash. Okay so its country...but whatever...I still think..wow!
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( 4 / 4 )Saturday, July 12, 2008, 10:57 AM
Well thanks to moves like this one I am sitting here listening to Halo 3 and wondering how I could cop to justifiable homicide. My honest and trustworthy soon to be Eagle Scout sneaked off to the skateboard park and fell, breaking his elbow. My girlfriend seems to think its the hair and I gotta tell you, she has a good point. Ever since I allowed him to get his hair dyed he has been out to prove that blondes really do have more fun. This morning he rigged up a strange contraption that allows him to play his video game with one hand so he and his friend have been having a non stop Halo marathon since early this morning. I've had to go in there a few times and yell at him but for the most part he's doing pretty well not using the arm. Thankfully its his right arm and he is left handed. We have an appointment with an Ortho Monday and then we will know if it just can be put if a cast of if he's going to need pins.
Me? I'm just sitting here wising I had gone with my instincts months ago, canceled the Portus plans and just gone to Shore Leave. He would have been at camp yesterday and none of this ever would have happened. Only goes to show you folks, go with your gut, it will never fail you.
Oh and no I TOLD YOU SO's from the peanut gallery.
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( 3.3 / 3 )Thursday, July 3, 2008, 05:18 AM
Found this on X-Files.com and had to share. Is it me or does her long hair look just....I don't know........off somehow?
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( 5 / 1 )Friday, June 27, 2008, 05:48 PM
My sister sent me this so I thought I would fill it out. What can I say I am bored.
ACCENT: Boston. I still say certain things with a funny accent despite having departed the Cape at 21.
BREAKFAST OR NO BREAKFAST: Love breakfast but rarely have time.
CHORE I DON'T CARE FOR: Folding Laundry HATE IT
DREAM VACATION: Traveling to each major league baseball park and seeing a game. Sharing it with my godson and significant other.
ESSENTIAL ELECTRONICS: computer, cell phone and digital camera.
FAVORITE COLOGNE: Very Sexy by Victoria Secret
GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT: Making it through two tours in Iraq.
HANDBAG I CARRY MOST OFTEN: Current favorite is my Coach khaki patchwork
INSOMNIA: Yes, relentless at times but, recently I have been able to get it under control.
JOB TITLE: Lawyer; Godmother, Scoutmaster, Major, US Marine Corps Reserve, volunteer,
KIDS: none, one godson who means everything to me
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: My godson, two cats, and several fish.
MOST ADMIRABLE TRAIT: I go out of my way to help people. Its my worst trait too by the way.
NAUGHTIEST CHILDHOOD BEHAVIOR: sneaking off to the beach whenever I got a chance during school, during church, family functions, you name it I missed it..
OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAY: Wow, lots, starting with getting hit by a car to my latest bout with pneumonia.
PHOBIAS: Ants. It's not paralyzing (which would not be a good thing for a Marine) but I prefer to avoid .
QUOTE: "“It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.” Robert Kennedy
REASON TO SMILE: Private for the moment...but he knows.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Yes but its VERY complicated.
TIME I WAKE UP: I naturally wake up between 5:00-7:00 a.m. Being a Marine its sort of unavoidable.
UNUSUAL SKILL OR TALENT: I am a natural shot. Can shoot just about any weapon with almost expert accuracy. I can thank the Marine Corps for helping me perfect this skill, too
VEGETABLE I REFUSE TO EAT: rhubarb
WORST HABIT: I tend to over think things.
X-RAYS: again, lots........
YUMMY STUFF: Canoli, can't get enough of them.
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ZOO ANIMAL I LIKE MOST: Otters, can sit at their tanks for hours and watch then play.
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( 3.3 / 4 )Saturday, June 14, 2008, 10:51 AM
This one shows a bit more. Also leads one to believe that they rumor that the scene caught on film by the ET crew is NOT a hoax. Might just be another Chris Carter misinformation leak. Check it out.
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( 0 / 0 )Monday, June 9, 2008, 09:35 PM
Always have a doctor in the family, or as a close friend; you never know when you might need one.
Things are rarely as they seem.
A true friend can respect you even after they've seen you in your underwear.
Don't mess with Mother Nature or She'll mess with you.
Always have fresh batteries in your flashlight.
Be punctual. "We lost 9 minutes" just won't cut it with your boss.
Sharp thinking usually comes in handy more often than sharp shooting.
Choose the people you trust very carefully, but then trust them fully.
The Truth Is Out There.
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( 5 / 2 )Saturday, May 24, 2008, 09:34 PM
Bivouac Of The Dead
By Theodore O'Hara
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents to spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dreams alarms;
No braying horn or screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Like the fierce Northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with triumph, yet to gain,
Come down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew the watchword of the day
Was "Victory or death!"
Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the glory tide;
Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation's flag to save.
By rivers of their father's gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.
For many a mother's breath has swept
O'er Angostura's plain --
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o'er that dread fray.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil --
The ashes of her brave.
Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.
Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
For honor points the hallowed spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor time's remorseless doom,
Can dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
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( 3.4 / 7 )Tuesday, May 20, 2008, 04:59 PM
Found a better copy of the X-Files Trailer, wow, it really looks great. I can hardly wait!!
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( 3 / 5 )Wednesday, May 14, 2008, 05:57 PM
Every now and then I find a show that I just jut has me laughing out loud. This is one of them. Its called Big Bang Theory and airs on CBS Monday nights at 8:00pam. Here are a few clips that will give you an idea of what its like.
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