tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63400452012-01-24T08:19:33.769-06:00The Daily UpdateA fomer company newsletter is given new life with less censorship for your enjoyment! Will it be any good? Well, it'll only suck as much as it did before. You decide. (Note:Despite the name, we deny any implied promise that it will be updated daily.) Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1153891915354961912006-07-25T21:46:00.000-05:002006-10-26T21:53:53.036-05:00(Editor's/Writer's note: this was supposed to have been posted long long ago. We're saying screw it, and posting it anyway.)Song of the day:I swear to youI will always be there for youthere's nothin' I won't doI promise youall my life I will live for youwe will make it throughForeverwe will beTogetheryou and meOh n' when I hold yanothin' can compareWith all of my heartya know I'll always be rightMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1152591027183620622006-07-10T21:18:00.000-05:002006-07-12T11:22:41.576-05:00 Part I Dan Hartung gripped the bottle of putrid brown booze with whatever strength was left in his disfigured right hand. The glass container slipped a bit, slick with the mud and grime covering the rest of his beaten frame. He found loving support from the paper label callously glued on, proclaiming it the best liquor foundMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1142671912554260552006-03-18T02:46:00.000-06:002006-04-07T11:03:17.043-05:00Song of the day:All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goI'm standin' here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbyeBut the dawn is breakin', it's early mornThe taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his hornAlready I'm so lonesome I could dieSo kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go'Cause I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be backMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1142059140195926722006-03-10T21:15:00.000-06:002006-03-13T13:31:17.140-06:00Song of the Day:Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today We're born again, there's new grass on the field Roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man Anyone can understand the way I feel Oh, put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today Put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be center field Random image of Reese Withersoon:TThis Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1139528720682538522006-02-09T10:40:00.000-06:002006-03-01T00:15:36.120-06:00DAMMIT! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! This is so damn old and I am so damn tired of it sittng there unfinished. I'm posting this damned thing, and then I'm done with this post. I'm working on newer things. Song of the day:City's breaking down on a camel's back. They just have to go 'cause they don't know when So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1137801257420929452006-01-20T16:14:00.000-06:002006-02-03T01:18:06.236-06:00Song of the day: I know a girlShe puts the color inside of my worldBut she's just like a mazeWhere all of the walls all continually changeAnd I've done all I canTo stand on the steps with my heart in my handAnd I started to seeMaybe it's got nothing to do with meFathers be good to your daughtersDaughters will love like you doGirls become lovers who turn into mothersSo mothers be good to your Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1136873305815958242006-01-09T21:34:00.000-06:002006-01-10T23:20:34.586-06:00Uh, I like it like thatshe working that backI don't know how to actSlow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for meMove it slow motion for me John Stewart and the OscarsIt was recently announced who will be hosting the Oscars. Normally, in such instances, there is a pause between that announcement and the stifled yawns of the Daily Update writers.However, whichever PR floozy was Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1136620752711461362006-01-07T00:27:00.000-06:002006-01-07T19:38:56.940-06:00Song of the Day:Well everytime I move Every step I makeYou know I just can't seem to take the right directionI'm always wrong I'm never rightRight or wrong there always seems to be a correctionAnd I give everything I gotAnd they take Take Take Take Take everything I'm givingMy back is tired My legs both acheIn this life There is no cake This life I'm livin'I stand alone today WHY YOU FEEL Don't Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1135554763162753332005-12-25T17:44:00.000-06:002005-12-25T17:53:10.933-06:00He stood in the middle of the isle, with his numb eyes glancing back and forth from doll to doll, wondering which would bring his little love the most joy; the most happiness. A shiver ran through him all the time now, no matter how many shirts or sweaters or coats or gloves or scarves he wore. Colder than the blustery wind outside, or the below freezing temperatures, or the stinging snow blowingMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1135384098678319362005-12-23T14:35:00.000-06:002005-12-23T18:28:18.746-06:00A few weeks ago, I tried to put together the "Happy Holidays" letter to be sent out to family and friends, and typically those letters comprise what has happened over the past year. I don't know if it was just my usual feeling of procrastination, or the sheer weight of the task ahead, but it just never came to fruition. There was simply too much that had happened over the past year to try to fitMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1134633321745495352005-12-15T00:05:00.000-06:002005-12-15T15:18:34.346-06:00Song of the Day:I will remember youWill you remember me?Don't let your life pass you byWeep not for the memoriesI'm so afraid to love you; more afraid to loseClinging to a past that doesn't let me chooseOnce there was a darkness, deep and endless nightYou gave me everything you had, oh you gave me lightAnd I will remember youWill you remember me?Don't let your life pass you byWeep not for the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1133941826546334502005-12-07T01:50:00.000-06:002005-12-07T01:50:26.550-06:00Song of the Day:Look at all those movie starsThey're all so beautiful and cleanWhen the housemaids scrub the floors They get the spaces in betweenI wanna live a life like thatI wanna be just like a kingTake my picture by the pool Cause I'm the next big thing!Beverly Hills - That's where I want to be! (Gimme Gimme)Living in Beverly Hills...Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (Gimme Gimme)Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1131556826312125132005-11-25T10:55:00.000-06:002005-11-25T18:57:23.336-06:00Song that has been running through my head today:Good is good and bad is badYou don't know which one you hadShe put your books out on the sidewalkNow they're blowing 'roundThey won't help you when you're downLove's on your list of things to doTo bring your good luck back to youAnd if you think that everything's unfairWould you care if you're the last one standing thereAnd everytime you hear the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1131152688876621392005-11-04T17:07:00.000-06:002005-11-07T17:15:27.436-06:00Song of the day:Mama look at me nowOh how I wishYou were aroundSo many friends I wishI had right nowMister you can't hurt me nowYou've got my girl, I still don't know howBut it don't matter nowNo it don't matter nowSo look out into the morning rain'cause I'm on,I'm already onThe mourning train-Mourning train by The WallflowersRandom Picture of a girl wearing a ballcap:This Day in History:Today isMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1130308362559538272005-11-02T14:00:00.000-06:002005-11-02T16:02:02.116-06:00Song of the Day:I want to have a good timeJust like everybodyAnd I don't want to fall apartI just want have a good timeJust like everybody elseAnd I don't want to fall apart this timeSo would you please invite me inI really love the red haired girlsI'm just another boy from texasCome on and take a spinI got a brand new set of wings"Good Time"-Counting CrowsNot so random picture of Shaune Bagwell:Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1128628813046710022005-10-06T12:15:00.000-05:002005-10-09T12:36:18.603-05:00Song of the day:I’m just a shy guy,My, I’m a ’fraid-to-try guyNo lie.There’s a gal that I idolizeBut I just can’t seem to hypnotize.And when she pets me,You betcha, it gets me.And everytime I hold her hand,I’m just too shy to say the things I plan.Everytime she’s close to me,My heart is filled with ecstasy,And like a dope, I let the chance slip by.There, I should have told her thenBut all I did Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1128060380240606612005-09-30T09:24:00.000-05:002005-10-05T13:31:04.256-05:00Special note....this is a work in progress. But I wanted ot post it now, while there was a chance for some people to read it, instead of later. The last section will be updated as the day goes on. Song of the day:I get angry tooWell, I'm a lot like youWhen you're standing at the crossroadsand don't know which path to chooseLet me come along'Cause even if you're wrong...I'll stand by youI'll standMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127666322896006082005-09-25T11:22:00.000-05:002005-09-25T11:38:42.903-05:00Week 3 NEFL preview:Ugh. What I would give to have another 24 hours to do all the things I want to do. Correction. To do the things I WANT to do, I'm gonna need at least 2,3, maybe 4 months. And an endless supply of chocolate. And a tarp. And the Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders. But as it is, I made a commitment to get my NFL picks out earlier, and I blew right past that, and here we are on Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127456683568180632005-09-22T23:32:00.000-05:002005-09-23T01:24:43.660-05:00Response to comments made thus far for recent columns:Joel H stated "Well, considering I really like the Buffalo Bills, and I have already slammed a Summit Oktoberfest, know nothing of football (that is the oblong ball that's brown right?)I have to disagree with you. The fact is, it is Dallas and I have never liked them. More to the point, I just wanted you to know I was reading this and think Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127237465885998032005-09-20T12:08:00.000-05:002005-09-22T18:14:58.366-05:00Song of the day:It is only a paper moonSailin' over a cardboard seaBut it wouldn't be make-believeIf you believed in meYes, it's only a canvas skyHanging over a muslin treeBut it wouldn't be make-believeIf you believed in meWithout your love it's a honky-tonk paradeWithout your love it's a melody played in a penny arcadeIt's a Barnum and Bailey worldJust as phony as it can beBut it wouldn't be Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127231082338362972005-09-20T10:37:00.000-05:002005-09-20T10:44:42.346-05:00Note: this is being posted at the urging of a very persistant friend...so there you go. What follows is a description of a Pacific Northwest Company outing aboard the Sternwheeler Rose, a paddleboat found in Portland in the Willamette River. Names have not been changed to protect anyone, because the only person you are likely to know is me. This particular office or region won Region of the year,Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127171928672806412005-09-19T18:14:00.000-05:002005-09-19T18:20:48.730-05:00oh, by the way....Yarr....According to the book "Pirattitude", my Pirate name is "Fancy Arse the Well-Endowed". this was determined by taking the third letter of my first name, the second letter of my last name, and the last letter of my last name, per the instructions in the book. (It was published in the local paper, the Oregonian.) You'll excuse me if I get a little misty; I've never felt moreMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1127171584258351432005-09-19T17:58:00.000-05:002005-09-19T18:13:04.266-05:00Monday Night Football, Week 2 preview:The Cowboys come off an impressive win against a decent Chargers team, in which they did just enough to earn the victory. This week, they go up against a Washington team that could not generate an offense against a decent Bears team, but whose defense is amongst the best in the NFC, maybe even the league. The trade off is that the Cowboys aren't relying on a Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1126678185162546352005-09-19T10:42:00.000-05:002005-09-18T12:21:19.106-05:00Song of the day:I'm back in the saddle againOut where a friend is a friendWhere the longhorn cattle feedOn the lowly gypsum weedBack in the saddle againRidin' the range once moreTotin' my old .44Where you sleep out every nightAnd the only law is rightBack in the saddle againWhoopi-ky-aye-ohRockin' to and froBack in the saddle againWhoopi-ky-aye-yayI go my wayBack in the saddle again-Gene Autry, "Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1126554850250935352005-09-12T14:26:00.000-05:002005-09-12T14:54:10.303-05:00Monday Night Football preview:-Philadelphia Eagles @ Atlanta FalconsSo much has already been made about the donovan McNabb-Terrell Owens saga, that I can't really add anything new. Owens is a nutball, plain and simple. He loves himself so much, he wishes there were 2 of him, so he could date himself. The amount of self-importance he has is amazing. Ultimately, it will disrupt whatever sort of Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1126462436971628802005-09-11T11:10:00.000-05:002005-09-11T15:39:34.443-05:00NFL Week 1 preview: -Chicago Bears at Washington Redskins Chicago actually had a chance to be decent this yea-just decent- but then in the pre-season, Chicago lost Rex Grossman at QB. This isn't a surprise to this Bears fan; it has nothing to do with Rex at all, it has everything to do with the curse of being a Bears QB. The backup Qb WAS Chad Hutchinson, but he was so bad in PRE-SEASON that Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1126416325711024612005-09-11T00:42:00.000-05:002005-09-11T02:32:08.906-05:00Song of the day: There's beauty in releaseThere's no one left to pleaseBut you and me o I don't blame you for quittingI know you really tryIf only you could hang on through the nightI don't want to be lonelyI don't want to be scaredAll our friends are waiting thereUntil you're safe and soundUntil you're safe and soundFeel like I could've held onFeel like I could've let goFeel like I could've Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1126200089211797172005-09-08T12:14:00.000-05:002005-09-08T17:16:05.353-05:00Song of the Day:You know that I seemTo make romantic dreamsUp in lights, fallin' offThe silver screenMy heart's like an open bookFor the whole world to readSometimes nothing -keeps me togetherAt the seamsI'm on my wayWell, I'm on my wayHome sweet homeTonight tonightI'm on my wayJust set me freeHome sweet home-Motley Crue Home Sweet HomeThis was the song I heard on the radio as I climbed into the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1124373495284290072005-08-18T07:51:00.000-05:002005-09-02T01:30:59.640-05:00Like the Mad Hatter said..."Change places!"A small change in the format for time being, as I document my trip west to Washington.DAY 1My sister was to fly in from Washington, I would pick her up at the airport, and then we would return home, where I had already finished packing the van and the trailer. There would be many tearful good-byes, there was no avoiding that. And well there should be (Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1121178967897043922005-07-18T21:25:00.000-05:002005-07-19T14:33:32.033-05:00A blossom fell... from off a tree.It settled softly on the lips you turnedto me.The gypsies say, and I know whyA falling blossom only toucheslips that lie.A blossom fell... and very soonI saw you kissingsomeone new beneath the moon.I thought you loved me, you said you loved me.We planned together to dream forever.The dream has ended, for true lovedied,The night a blossom fell, and touched two Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1120339553031697782005-07-02T16:01:00.000-05:002005-07-05T14:37:57.993-05:00Song of the Day:Mother mother tell your childrenThat their time has just begunI have suffered for my angerThere are wars that can’t be wonFather father please believe meI am laying down my gunsI am broken like an arrowForgive meForgive your wayward sonEverybody needs somebody to love(mother, mother)Everybody needs somebody to hate(please believe me)Everybody’s bitching’cause they can’t get Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1119646994325657132005-06-24T14:05:00.000-05:002005-06-27T07:04:10.340-05:00Song Quote of the Day:I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far awaySo come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too longIt aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasureI see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather hereIf you want me hold me backFrail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never failAnd so we go back to the remedyClip the wings that get Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1118430909389113192005-06-10T14:02:00.000-05:002005-06-10T14:15:09.396-05:00The reason I do just about anything I do:BaileyAnnaRestoryMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1117254998220471992005-05-28T16:19:00.000-05:002005-06-25T14:02:33.376-05:00Song Quote of the Day:A letter full of tearsI thought we had a love so strong (we had a love)it would take a lifetime to break us apartoh yesbut I found out today I was wrongand my reward was a broken heart my my heartoh here comes the teardrops welcome a welcome to my eyesand I couldn't hold 'em back no matter if I triedwo wo ohYou know it hurt me so insidewon't you pardon me while I crybecauseMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1117042409307335632005-05-25T12:32:00.000-05:002005-05-25T12:33:39.606-05:00I've decended into Hell....The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1115315942767128232005-05-05T13:00:00.000-05:002005-05-05T15:34:03.496-05:00Song quote of the day:Out my window, I see lights going darkYour dark eyes don't haunt meAnd then I wonder who I amWithout the warm touch of your handAnd then I wonder who I amWithout the warm touch of your handAs I sit and watch the snow fallin' downI don't miss you at allI don't miss you at allI don't miss you at allToday in History:On this date:In 1821, Napoleon Bonaparte died in exile on the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1114113542955802552005-04-21T07:49:00.000-05:002005-05-28T15:34:08.873-05:00Song of the Day:Ooh, I bet you're wond'rin' how I knew'bout your plans to make me blueWith some other guy you knew beforeBetween the two of us guys you know I love you moreIt took me by surprise I must sayWhen I found out yesterdayDontcha know that IHeard it through the grapevineNot much longer would you be mineOh I heard it through the grapevineOh I'm just about to lose my mindHoney, honey yeah(Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1111786854544979972005-03-25T13:32:00.000-06:002005-04-02T10:34:06.586-06:00Hometown Hotties, week 6!We'll jump right into row 1.Row 1: Leslie, NVRow 2: Brandy, NC; Crystal, FL; Denise, CA; Melissa, MDRow 3: (man, you may not see it unless you go through one by one, but there are alot of Hooters girls out in this competition. And I'm not picking her for this competition, because Miranda of CA looks like she could castrate you with just a look. A glare as sharp as a laserMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1111761562497960542005-03-25T08:28:00.000-06:002005-03-25T13:29:21.330-06:00Bonus Song of the Day: I'm through with romance, I'm through with loveI'm through with countin' the stars aboveAnd here's the reason that I'm so freeMy lovin' baby is through with meBye bye loveBye bye happinessHello lonelinessI think I'm gonna cry-yBye bye love,Bye bye sweet caress,Hello emptinessI feel like I could di-ieBye bye my love goodby-eyeToday in History: In 1634, Maryland was founded Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1111760111006292822005-03-25T07:32:00.000-06:002005-03-25T08:15:11.006-06:00Song of the day: Now if there's a smile on my faceit's only there tryin' to fool the publicbut when it comes down to foolin' you;Now honey, that's quite a different subjectBut don't let my glad expressiongive you the wrong impressionReally I'm sadI'm sadder than sadYou're gone and I'm hurtin' so badLike a clown I pretend to be gladNow there's some sad things known to manbut ain't too much sadder Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1110572937500102942005-03-11T12:25:00.000-06:002005-03-11T15:45:43.246-06:00Hometown Hotties Week 4!Amazing how quickly it has come upon us, hasn't it? the weeks are just racing by (bi?)!Anyway, I don't have anything clever to say, so we'll just jump right ino the frey. Row 1: Anna, CA; Lana, MDrow 2: Melissa & Jen, IL (really, this was unavoidable. THey HAD to be chosen); Reese, VA; Claudia, FL; Tracy, FL; Cheri, NC (Lord, are we ever going to make it out of row 2? I Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1110043211869937342005-03-05T11:02:00.000-06:002005-03-10T09:08:30.043-06:00Song of the Day:Well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fightThere's an Arab on the corner buying everything in sightThere's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feedSeems that everywhere you look today there's misery and greedI guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sunBut that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little funSo if you think it's scary, if it's Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1110041843992374722005-03-05T07:41:00.000-06:002005-03-05T10:58:41.386-06:00OK, little time, and lots to cover, so we're gonna get the Hometown Hotties Week 3 stuff in first, and then if we ahve time, a regular update. Hometown Hotties Week 3!Row 1: Ashley, FLRow 2: OK, I'm not really voting for her, but I had to point out Buddah of AL. It's not every day you see a deity like that. It brings to mind the old rhyme..."Oh, Buddah, bring me luckOr maybe just one good..." Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1109194840028548852005-02-25T15:48:00.000-06:002005-02-25T16:01:51.970-06:00Song of the day:There goes my baby with someone newShe sure looks happy, I sure am blueShe was my baby 'til he stepped inGoodbye to romance that might have been.Bye bye loveBye bye happinessHello lonelinessI think I'm gonna cry-yBye bye love,Bye bye sweet caress,Hello emptinessI feel like I could di-ieBye bye my love goodby-eyeToday in History:Nothing all that interesting happened. Sorry. I just Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1108503528768102652005-02-15T10:13:00.000-06:002005-02-16T14:48:21.783-06:00Song of the Day:Thought I'd visit the clubGot as far as the doorThey'd have asked me about youDon't get around much anymoreDarling, I guess my mind's more at easeBut nevertheless, why stir up memoriesBeen invited on datesMight have gone but what forAwfully different without youDon't get around much anymore This Day in History:In 1564, Italian astronomer Galileo Galilei was born in Pisa.From The Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1106594828052032782005-02-04T13:26:00.000-06:002005-02-06T15:57:23.433-06:00Song of the Day:
Oh but I think she's leaving
OH man, she's leaving
And I don't know what else to do
(Can't go on not loving you)
Cause it's all in my head
I think about it
Over and over again
And I can't keep
Picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad
Yeah, cause it's all in my head
I think about it
Over and over again
I replay it
Over and over again
And I can't take it
I can't shake it, no
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1105738625307406132005-01-14T13:34:00.000-06:002005-01-16T11:04:53.553-06:00Song Quote of the Day:
Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
With Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1105409476027363422005-01-10T19:22:00.000-06:002005-01-10T20:11:16.026-06:00Christmas of 1990 finally ended tonight. After 14 years and --what, 2-3 weeks is it?--December 25th, 1990 has passed, and with it a chapter in my life.
You see, my mother meant to make that Christmas my most memorable. So she arranged for us to take a train from Minneapolis to Chicagoa few days before Dec 25th, where we would stay at the Palmer House, and enjoy REAL CHICAGO pizza. ONce there, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1105210511099688792005-01-08T07:55:00.000-06:002005-01-08T13:48:46.090-06:00Song of the Day:
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1102023382801503892004-12-20T14:59:00.000-06:002004-12-20T15:09:48.210-06:00Song of the Day:
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’mMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1101762621113242342004-11-29T08:27:00.000-06:002004-11-29T15:16:07.416-06:00There are times when I wonder if it would be better if my wife did not have a job, if only to have a voice or reason around to keep me from doing some of the stuff I do. Last night, it was 9pm. The wife was at work, and I was at home, with 2 hours to go before I had to go pick her up from work. The children were fast asleep in their rooms, leaving Dad to the influences of the voices in his mind.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1100916501452790792004-11-19T20:02:00.000-06:002004-11-19T20:08:21.453-06:00OK, I know...
Hardly anything for days on end,a nd then a blur of action in one day? What the Jiminy Christmas is going on at The Daily Update offices, anyway?
Well, this just couldn't go un-noticed. A story that talks about the seriousness of Caffine-addiction.
Oh, baby. That is SOOOO me.
Coming from a guy who has been known to go through a 24 pack in a span of 3 days....well, my addictionMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1100284616821019792004-11-12T09:50:00.000-06:002004-11-19T15:29:29.513-06:00Song Quote of the Day:
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh lets go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1100208603518103832004-11-11T13:58:00.000-06:002004-11-11T15:30:03.516-06:00Ok, yesterday's link has ben fixed for those who tried and got nowhere. (Sorry if that seems personal.)
For those of you who didn't, it's the trailer for the next Star Wars movie. there's plenty not to like about the previous two movies, and this one has a chance to be just as bad as those. However, I think everyone still holds out for that little glimmer of hope that it willbe able to exceed Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1100105401778586092004-11-10T10:44:00.000-06:002004-11-11T12:33:03.686-06:00Not much of an update right now, but there is one coming.
Meanwhile...there is this.
Commentary on it later today, possibly. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1099686359042385312004-11-05T08:03:00.000-06:002004-11-05T14:32:45.750-06:00Song Quote of the Day:
To me there's lots more broken,
Than anyone can really see.
Why the angels turn their backs on some;
It's a mystery to me.
All at once I hear your voice,
And time just slips away.
Nothing they can say can hold me here.
Take me where I only feel,
The wind across my face.
Let me know there's some place left for me.
Waiting there for me...
When I was young, my mother was Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1099326453169716062004-11-01T10:08:00.000-06:002004-11-01T15:24:21.416-06:00Song of the Day:
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Today in History:
In 1512, Michelangelo's Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1098982762187502942004-10-28T07:36:00.000-05:002004-10-28T15:44:14.933-05:00"It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
And I feel fine."
The Red Sox have won the World Series. What in the hell? This is the end times. Which, I suppose, is appropriate with the National Election next week, and all.
The path to a World Championship for them was quite an up and down roller coaster experience. They shot up and through the Anaheim Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1097698856977971532004-10-15T15:39:00.000-05:002004-10-15T15:42:56.036-05:00The local Ramada/Best Western a few blocks form our home has been converted into the Grand Rios Resort and Water Park. (Call 1-866-GRANDRIOS to make your reservations now!)
It's a great addition to the neighborhood, as it will bring plenty of money back into the area, and any improvement to the community has to help the property value, right? Right. But in order to share with you -my dear Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1097345047173894782004-10-12T15:23:00.000-05:002004-10-13T09:03:32.870-05:00Ok, so I lied. This ain't gonna be any return to the good old days. I've flittered away my time,and now I'm forced to bang out a quick update, along with my NFL picks. HEll, I don't even know how I did last week. Dammit all to hell, this was the last thing I wanted to do when it came to my picks.
OK, enough bitching.
Last weeks's results:
7-7
Yearly Results to date:
38-21.
Meh. Hardly a Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1097171298992996242004-10-07T15:00:00.000-05:002004-10-07T14:39:08.640-05:00MEn and women have very much established roles in the mating process. women are to be courted and chased after, and women take a very passive role (for the most part) in waiting for suitors to come calling. It has been primarily my experience that women wait to see who approaches them in order to determine whom they will date, and whom they deem worthy to have dote on them.
Women are wined and Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1096572113898348182004-10-06T14:14:00.000-05:002004-10-06T15:41:50.930-05:00Expos headed to Washington DC
The Montreal Expos are going to play in Washington D.C. next year, if Major League Baseball has their way. NOw, this move was promised to be announced last year. And this year at the All-Star Break. And by the end of August, at the latest. Here it is, October, and they finally are able to say that they're sending the team to Washington D.C.
Well, yippee for them. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1096924112311592262004-10-04T16:05:00.000-05:002004-10-04T16:08:32.310-05:00Just a real quick post.
Makes you wanna dive right in, doesn't it?
Nummy. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1096571562332049922004-09-30T09:35:00.000-05:002004-10-04T16:10:17.486-05:00I really really miss writing. Or having structured free time to write. Or getting paid to write. That was fun. Currently, I write for fun, but I never have the time to structure and make myself write. I am jealous of the comedy writers taht get to write for ESPN and such for getting paid to write. Course, here I get to post pictures that everyone likes, and noone complains. It doesn't balance outMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1096401171091801792004-09-28T08:41:00.000-05:002004-09-28T15:15:23.093-05:00I don't see why people make such a big deal about dream analysis. It's so danged easy. Or, maybe it's just that mine are fairly transparent. I dunno.
Last night, I had quite a science-fiction induced dream sequence. My first dream started out with me and some other random people standing around a guy who was beaten and battered, with no control over his emotional state anymore. And as he wept Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1096317524439949662004-09-27T11:33:00.000-05:002004-09-27T15:38:44.440-05:00Prediction record from Week 2:
11 wins, 4 losses.
Total record for the year:
20-11.
This weeks predictions were made PRIOR to Sunday afternoon, and if there is any question to the validty, you can contact Marge at the Fargo Holiday In front desk, who will swear to my honesty, as she witnessed my selections prior to 12:00 noon on Sunday.
1. Arizona Cardinals @ Atlanta Falcons
Prediction: Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1095788029658588202004-09-21T11:16:00.000-05:002004-09-21T12:33:49.660-05:00God is not without a sence of balance. As we prepare to mourn the passing of a family matriarch, I celebrate my youngest daughter's 2nd birthday. Bailey is 2 years old today. 2 years! So very much has changed in such a small amount of time.
I look back at the day Bailey was born, and contrast it with today. I see the happiness that was and stare at it with wonder and envy. There isn't any Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1095611628453635942004-09-19T10:12:00.000-05:002004-09-19T11:33:48.453-05:00The Daily Update has suffered a loss in the family. MY Grandmother has been taken to be with God, and we will not be able to commit our time to break down the matchups this week in the NFL. My apologies.
The predictions are as follows:
1. Houston Texans @ Detroit Lions
Prediction: Houston Texans
2. St. Louis Rams @ Atlanta Falcons
PRediction: St Louis Rams
3. Washington Redskins @ NEw Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1095184725584551842004-09-14T08:04:00.000-05:002004-09-16T13:21:30.493-05:00Groucho Marx once said that "Wives are women who feel they don't dance enough."
I think there is som truth to that. BUt if that is true, I am a man who feels he doesn't get enough pudding.
NO, NOT THAT!
We're talking about the kind that you eat.
No, NOT THAT!
The kind that makes you smile.
Oh, wait.
Uh, the kind that comes from a box?
(No, that doens't work either...)
The type thatMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1094932905108228092004-09-11T09:51:00.000-05:002004-09-13T15:35:00.483-05:00Mother Nature and the NFL have forced me to rush this preview and prediction out, since the Titans vs. Dolphins game was moved up to today. So I'll do what I can to keep it short and sweet, but I have a few things to say about a few things, as always. So lets get down to business, shall we?
Saturday, September 11th
1:00 p.m. ET Tennessee Titans @ Miami Dolphins
The Titans lost alot of guys toMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1094576915542231012004-09-07T11:37:00.000-05:002004-09-16T13:30:09.573-05:00NFL Preview
Let's get in the right mood, shall we?
Ah, much better.
Mother Nature and the NFL have forced me to rush this preview and prediction out, since the Titans vs. Dolphins game was moved up to today. So I'll do what I can to keep it short and sweet, but I have a few things to say about a few things, as always. So lets get down to business, shall we?
Saturday, September 11th
1:00 Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1094316787107476002004-09-04T07:00:00.000-05:002004-09-04T13:37:29.420-05:00Song of the day:
Now I don't mean to be bother to you
But I'm in distress
There's danger of me losing all of my happiness
For I love a girl who doesn't know I exist
And this you can fix So...
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me, nobody but me
Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me
-Sam Cooke
This Day Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1094141847843930842004-09-02T11:16:00.000-05:002004-09-04T13:45:17.036-05:00HOW TO PITCH A TENT
Step 1:
Step 2: Repeat as necessary.
Collien Fernandes, everyone. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1094065428244636212004-09-01T13:31:00.000-05:002004-09-01T15:44:58.870-05:00Waaaaaay back on August 20th, my long time friend had a baby boy, by the name of Henry. Henry came into the world by the way of C-Section at 9 lbs. 8 oz. (If that link doesn't work, you can go to www.growingfamily.com, click on New Parents, then Web Nursery, and then do a search in August for a baby with Mother's first 3 letters of last name of "BUL". There's Henry.)
Now, I've written this nextMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1093553730557787432004-08-26T15:53:00.000-05:002004-08-26T15:55:30.556-05:00Adhering to the new policy, I am posting what I can when I can.
SO withthat in mind, I know many of you have tried to post comments inthe past but were unable to. WEll, I asked Blogger support about it,a nd they said that if anyone wants to post a comment they can without using a user name and password. All you have to do is post anonymously. Noone says that you can't sign your post at the end Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1093451761937107792004-08-25T11:28:00.000-05:002004-08-25T15:29:05.453-05:00new policy...post what I can when I can. regardless of it's uglyness.
Song of the Day:
I dont want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1093380565380721342004-08-24T15:48:00.000-05:002004-08-24T15:49:25.380-05:00Just so I can say I posted something without getting screwed by a timed out session!!
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1093293104028525412004-08-23T15:30:00.000-05:002004-08-23T15:31:44.026-05:00I ahd written so much, and was going to post. BUt something made me lose everything I've written. Now I'm disgusted with myself and can't bring myself to re-create it. I'll try again tmorrow.
Ugh. I can't believe it. It was going to be such a work of art...
AAARRRRGH.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1092855770626279792004-08-18T14:00:00.000-05:002004-08-18T14:02:50.626-05:00I've lost something recently, and I have a vague idea what it is. I've lost the passion that Iused to have for things,and I've settled into some sort of muck that prevents me from feeling enthused about things. It may havesomething to do with the scractchy throat and clogged nostrils that I'm suffering through (I know...eeeeew.), or maybe it's some sort of depression.
I'm not sure. All I know Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1092510224009307552004-08-14T07:18:00.000-05:002004-08-14T14:03:44.010-05:00Song of the Day:
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on
(Rah, yeah)
It's coming on,
It's coming on
Finally someone let me
Out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin'
'Cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now
You shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and
I'm under each snare
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1091822648135708462004-08-11T03:20:00.000-05:002004-08-11T15:23:45.453-05:00Song of the Day:
Now there's tears on the pillow
darling where we slept
and you took my heart when you left
without your sweet kiss
my soul is lost, my friend
Now tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins
Picture of Katherine Heigl for the best reason, which is of course, no reason:
That Day in History (August 10):
In 1846, Congress chartered the Smithsonian Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1091552989215634802004-08-03T07:41:00.000-05:002004-08-03T16:03:02.110-05:00Song of the Day:
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains
There she goes
There she goes again
Pulsing through my veins
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains
Picture of Rosa Blasi for no reason:
This Day in History:
In 1914, Germany declared war on France. It must have been for hte lingerie. Be sure to check Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1091218225919191952004-07-30T15:10:00.000-05:002004-07-30T15:11:59.613-05:00New Way to start the update....
Song of the Day:
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right
Bonus song of the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1090853110152409772004-07-27T14:42:00.000-05:002004-07-27T14:46:09.936-05:00Song of the Day:
Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know
(singing)
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)
You are You are You are You are You are You are
And nothing else compares
Oh no nothing else compares
And nothing else Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1090525618207878992004-07-23T00:45:00.000-05:002004-07-23T12:48:16.096-05:00Song of the Day:
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out...turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1090084202750794282004-07-19T07:29:00.000-05:002004-07-19T13:55:18.816-05:00Song of the Day:
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain
Picture of Sara Spraker for no reason at all:
That Day in History (Saturday, July 17th):
In 1821, Spain ceded Florida to the United States.
In 1898, during the Spanish-American War, Spanish troops in Santiago,Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1089814523604240762004-07-14T09:00:00.000-05:002004-07-15T13:23:23.330-05:00Song of the Day:
What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurdMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1089385527997734722004-07-09T08:07:00.000-05:002004-07-09T15:01:44.406-05:00Song of the Day:
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
This Day in History:
In 1540, England's King Henry VIII had his six-month-old marriage to his Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1089224469398384302004-07-07T07:37:00.000-05:002004-07-07T15:28:35.060-05:00Song of the Day:
Hey!
Shut up.
Don't lie to me.
You think I'm blind but I got eyes to see
Hey!
Mister, how do you do.
Oh pardon me I thought I knew you.
Would you stand back baby 'cause I want to get a better look.
The big man who couldn't handle the little bit of love you took.
Hey, hey, have a heart, hey, have a heart.
If you don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1088801619125774382004-07-02T15:53:00.000-05:002004-07-02T15:52:21.286-05:00Song of the Day:
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well we'll see
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
It's plain to see
It's him or me
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1088259963253412432004-06-26T07:40:00.000-05:002004-06-26T13:19:00.390-05:00Song of the Day:
You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
It's hard to say it, but it's probably me
When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense
There's only one voice that Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1088021592795146682004-06-23T07:54:00.000-05:002004-06-24T15:13:29.940-05:00Song of the Day:
What else can it be except this pride I'm sick of drinking.
Storm clouds all have gone away.
Can we stop this thing from sinking?
Because I wanna feel like I did.
And I wanna feel innocence.
And I want you to know,
and to feel in your soul,
that someone has come and gone.
I'm stuck up here with you.
I never thought we'd get this high.
I used to be afraid of falling.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1087588516039250752004-06-18T08:16:00.000-05:002004-06-18T14:55:16.040-05:00Song of the Day:
I love the way ya look tonight
With your hair hangin’ down on your shoulders
N’ I love the way ya dance your slow sweet tango
The way ya wanna do everything but talk
And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside
Let’s make out - let’s do something amazing
Let’s do something that’s all the way
Cuz I’ve never touched somebody likeMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1087314394126545122004-06-15T10:46:00.000-05:002004-06-15T14:29:58.306-05:00Song of the Day:
All the world is a stage (world is a stage)
And everyone has their part (has their part)
But how was I to know which way the story'd go
How was I to know you'd break
(You'd break, you'd break, you'd break)
You'd break my heart
I've always been in love with you
(I've always been in love with you)
Guess you've always known
You took my love for granted, why oh why
The show is overMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1086461143347042922004-06-05T10:56:00.000-05:002004-06-08T15:12:55.276-05:00Song of the Day:
Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
Crazy for thinking Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1086122628632560752004-06-01T15:43:00.000-05:002004-06-02T10:29:51.510-05:00Song of the Day:
I'll close my eyes
then I won't see
the love you don't feel
when you're holding me
Morning will come
and I'll do what's right
just give me till then
to give up this fight
and I will give up this fight
Cause I can't make you love me
if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
something it won't
Here in the dark
in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1085762907462381062004-05-28T11:40:00.000-05:002004-05-28T11:48:27.463-05:00
I apologize to my public. Various forces and viruses have conspired against me to prevent me from updating. In "celebration" of the new Brat Pitt movie, a Trojan (now with warming liquid!) Horse of sorts has deposited (see:shat upon) my system, leaving in it's wake a series of droppings, resembling strange processes requiring much atention from the IT department.
Rumor has it I should ahve it Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1085251813641246122004-05-22T08:52:00.000-05:002004-05-22T13:50:13.643-05:00Link of the week:
Lisa Grace is one of those starving models you always hear about. OK, she's not starving.But more than likely you don't know her. Here's a reason or two why you should.
Here's hoping we get to see more of your work, and soon.
Hometown Hotties, the review:
Oy, cutdown, brought the list to 25 girls. 25! That's 1/4th of the original 100!Granted, it wasn't extremely hard, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1085164322283295032004-05-21T08:16:00.000-05:002004-05-21T15:23:10.076-05:00Song of the Day:
When you want her lips, you get her cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more then she's fast asleep
you're just twinkling with the stars.
Poor young grandson, there's nothing I can say
You'll have to learn, just like me
And that's the hardest way, ooh la la
Ooh la la, la la, yeah
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what IMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340045.post-1084891845360985212004-05-18T08:16:00.000-05:002004-05-18T16:16:36.453-05:00Song of the Day:
The very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
to me that's everything
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You never know how slow the moments go
till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
it's just theMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630691791057676838noreply@blogger.com0