if i knew all the
letters, i could spell my name. (jason mraz, 0% talent)
i'm lamer than my fans give me credit for (john mayer, lamer than my
fans)
i bare my windowed self, untamed and untalented . . . (jason mraz)
don't try to tune my guitar, i'm tone deaf (evanescence, goodbye)
see, you and me have a better time when the radio is off (DuMB, the
best
of what's around)
another whole
box of
pandora's
There's something in the
way you sing that makes me feel ill, your lyrics
confuse me, you and your thesis abuse my brain . . . after an
afternoon
with you my ears bleed red (jason mraz, after an afternoon of bad
music)
Your music weighs on me as heavy as stone . . . I was just wondering
if
you'd come along to hold up my hair in the bathroom after I listen to
your
album . . . I'll do the same if the same's what you want . . . (DuMB,
the
stoner)
i was on the phone with printer tech support of nearly 3 hours yesterday and the stupid thing still wouldn't work. luckily frank is an engineer, because when he got home he figured it out right away. frank is so smart . . .
in the future i think i'll stick to the "licking envelopes and adhering self-sticking stamps" department.
i can't explain why some can comment and others can't -- for some reason i can't even do it -- i need to do some hardcore maintenance on this site over thanksgiving -- it's all kind of a mess right now -- or maybe you'll come here one day and it will just be a mushroom cloud >;D
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regarding the automated ramp, i can post some more pics and details
its basically made out of 2x4s, an electric hoist (runs about $75), and some hanging barn door track (runs about $25 per 10' length)
the seat is just made out of wood with some teflon track on the bottom -- you could use wheels, but teflon is easier and i think safer
i made mine with a table saw, a jig saw (to cut metal track) and a grinder (to smooth off sharp edges--though i suppose one could just use metal sandpaper) -- it would have been real nice to have a router, but you can't have everything i guess
-- it would also have been nice to weld the the chair, but i don't know hot to weld -- yet -- i'm hoping in few years i can take a welding class, but that's not top of my priority list at the moment
mom down for 3 weeks -- so we had to build her a homemade thing to get her up our split level stairs (she's in a wheelchair) -- 300 bucks and lots and lots of hours later we've got it all built and set up then we celebrated the first of soren's first birthday's (which isn't until 10/22)
freaky! our new file clerk is fresh off the boat from estonia and is a doppleganger of sarahk -- i would post a pic of her, but that would be kinda weird
it is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the pictures on ebay. i'll call a tailor on Monday and get started on alterations. i'm so excited! anyone know how to remove an oil stain?
*WARNING--MAKING FUN OF A WEDDING DRESS IS A VERY DANGEROUS PROPOSITION AND SHOULD ONLY BE ATTEMPTED BY PROFESSIONALS.
DALLAS, TX (AP) - A seven-year-old boy was at the center of a Dallas courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulations requiring that family unity be maintained to the degree possible.
The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried out that they also beat him.
After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him.
After two recesses to check legal references and confer with child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Dallas Cowboys, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.
"i'll never let the door hit
your behind on the way out" Mayer, Your Body is a Sweat Gland
"fist to face . . . mace to eyes . . . baton to head . . . chest to ground
. . . you're under arrest punk." Mraz, After an Afternoon of Protesting
"well i've heard a thousand things come out of your face, but i stopped
listening when i needed some space" Mraz, 1000 Things Said Is 993 Too Many
"i'd rather starve than eat your mystery meat" Mayer, My Stupid Songs
"i know you're a mime mime mime, but you do it so badly it bores ofttimes"
Mayer, Your Body Has Gotten Out of Hand
"unfortunately you will diss me and i'll diss you back" Mraz, 1000 Things
Better Left Unsaid
"get me to an emergency room! baby you, you've got my only heart!" Mayer,
Open Heart Surgery
"i'm absolutely definite absolutely positive absolutely definitely
positively redundant." Mraz, Did I Fool Ya Into Buying This Blech?
"there's something in the way you laugh that makes my ears bleed" Mraz,
After an Afternoon With You My Ears Bleed
"you can be glad in the morning, i'll sneak out the back, and leave you
alone here. i'm ice cold baby." Mayer, Music Retread
"i'm sleeping to dream about your twin sister, i'm so tired of having to
live with your nagging." Mraz, Sleeping to Dream of Another
"i can't survive on the breath you are finished with--too much CO2" Mayer,
Come Back With My Scuba Gear
"i called because I just need to hear myself on the line." Mayer, Split
Pesonality Madness
a long-awaited
end
face in palm ... tear to
tear ... fingers in ears ... heart to ground ...
i am in love with myself ... (jason mraz, after an afternoon of bad
music)
there's no place to hide from our music (nickel creek, this side of
hades)
how wonderful life is while I'm asleep (elton john, your song)
you're sour as crab apples, you must not be the one. (chantal
kreviazuk,
crab apples)
Don't you remember? We built
this city . . . we built this city on rock an' roll . . .
Clowns never laughed before, beanstalks never grew. Ponies never ran
before. 'Till I met you.
All right stop collaborate and listen I'm back with my brand new
invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and
nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
My lovely horse, running through the field, Where are you going, with
your
fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps,
and
ride you over fences. Polish your hooves every single day, and bring
you
to the horse dentist. My lovely horse, you're a pony no more. Running
around with a man on your back, like a train in the night, like a
train in
the niiigghhtttt. . .
Get My Lovely Horse
Here
