Mish mash. Just as I figured there's a group by that name. At any rate in my attempt to at world domination of friday beavers and pussies I now discover that I have slipped to third place with the beavers and not even placed with the pussies. Oh well such is life. Maybe I'll have to shift to boobies next although a certain Pygalgia has a corner on that market (see right hand links column).
Oil rigs. Dangerous places to work under the best of conditions. And now they want to drill in the arctic under the harshest of conditions. They say the rig that went aground can withstand gale force winds blah blah blah. I say horse hockey. Unless they build it like the great pyramids it's going to break. Reports are that the fuel tanks on this rig are "sucking and blowing" what every that is supposed to mean. Sounds to me like it already has a leak. And nothing smarter than trying to move a rig in December. But fear not they're practicing their excuses as we speak. Now who to blame it on?
Glad to report that I helped a gal get into college yesterday. She was having trouble with her financial aid so I told her to get in touch with the college ombudsman. (Ha! I always though that was the guy in charge of beer). It turned out that that position was vacant at the moment (figures) but I was able to track down the right person who could help her. She called and they got everything straightened out. Amazing what you can do on the web. She lives in Montana and I'm in Washington state.
Speaking of my own situation I may have something lined up employment wise (fingers crossed) for the new year. I sure have enough qualifications. I could fill an entire binder (oops did I say that?) with what I know. Now if I could just remember it all.
Bank fails later as usual...
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Fair amount of sun here yesterday, I do like da sun, damn, I forgot to let it admire my dick.
Took Helen to Safeway, got three gas points.
Haven't been looking at the news much, nothing we can do to stop the greed and destruction so there's no point in getting worked up about it.
I'll go give the seagulls some bread today.
It's the guy in charge of weed. Donuts. Is there anything they can't do?
Billy most women you describe in your post today were themselves abused. And from a documentary I was watching last night there's little hope of fixing them. The abuse does cause the brain not to be wired correctly. Thought you should know and that is no ancient chinese secret.
Weed? Donuts? What about the Pizza?
You wanna see greed, watch those gulls harass each other over that stale bread.
SPEAKING OF GREED.
When you become the supreme ruler will you give me a remote sixty acre lake and house boat to live on?
Good for you, Demeur, helping a lady in distress. Maybe some cosmic force of justice is repaying your kindness with a job opportunity. I'll keep my fingers crossed that it works out, pays well and is a solid, long-term job. Keep us posted.
BBC, you forgot the chopper and heliport, so you can get there and back without a long drive. :)
S. W. I don't fly, but a backhoe would be a nice touch. And many a ho of my own.
Sure Billy but you wouldn't mind a house being powered by solar panels. Coal and oil are just too dirty. I have a ho you can borrow but you'll have to use your own back. And sorry there's a five acre max in my kingdom. What would you do with the other 55 dig for gold?
Harry that just might be us in a short while if things don't change.
I asked for a sixty acre lake to put a house boat on. I don't need sixty acres of land to dig for gold on, don't have any need for gold. Five acres of land would be just fine.
Eating stale bread wouldn't bother me but I'd hate to have to fight a gull for it, those bastards are tough!
Rickenbacker writes in his autobio about eating a gull when
adrift in the Pacific starving after ditching a B-17 during The Big One.
NASTY
Binders full of bloggers.
I have my fingers crossed for your employment prospect.
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