Just a tired long winded old man.

104 things about me that don't matter. Best not to read.
Facts , rants , moans so on and so forth . DON'T READ!

#1 I'm an old guy.

#2 Retired military
, Navy , Then Marines , ONI for most of it.

#3 Very married with a smile & happy

#4 I believe in RESPONSIBLE gun ownership.

#5 I have a concealed carry permit , one of the first issued in my state.

#6 Proud parent & grandparent.

#7 I got lucky money wise. Pure luck.

#8 I love my hot-tub in the winter.

#9 Viagra kicks ass

#10 I collect autographs , and I have the autograph of every US president , no joke.

#11 I enjoy eBay too much.

#12 I have a Shih Tzu , and my granddaughter dresses her in pink.

#13 Mark Twain is my favorite writer.

#14 I NEVER tried to buy the elephant man's skeleton.

#15 I have .66 cents in my pocket , but that is subject to change.

#16 I didn't look in the wallet

#17 I have been shot , stabbed , burned , beaten , I have ex wives and daughters. I know what pain is.

#18 The tip of my pinky toe got cut off , when the nail grew back , I had 2 of them , both small , and both grow in a different direction. (Left and right )

#19 I like the Simpsons

#20 I can't get behind anyone running for President this time around.

#21 I like Asian foods

#22 I collect half dimes ( thats what they are called )and large cents & Mexican "State" coins.

#23 Did I mention Viagra kicks ass ?

#24 I got a chance to drive a Tucker ( the car , not the singer )

#25 The only "fast food" I eat is stir fry

#26 I still believe in giving back

#27 Our minor league baseball team is called the Isotopes , from the Simpsons. And instead of yelling CHARGE , they yell MARGE. The team sucks. But cool name.

#28 I make the worlds greatest BBQ ribs. But then again , I live in a small world . But everyone who has tried them , loves them. It took 20 years to get my sauce "just right".

#29 I was born in Albuquerque

#30 I use to own a hybrid wolf. Lived to 15+ . Kidneys went bad. Now I give me and my critters filtered water.

#31 I don't think daylight savings time makes much sense in our 24 hour world.

#32 I love olive oil. Dip my bread in it , on my salads , always cook in it.

#33 I believe in FREE birth control for all , no matter what they want , including surgery.

#34 I'm pro life , but beyond that , I am pro choice . Woman have a right to do what they will with their bodies , even when I wish it didn't happen . I don't think I'm alone on this.

#35 I'm for the death penalty when there is no doubt of guilt.

#36 I think pedos should die , and I don't mean the 18 year old doing a 15 year old. Thats bad judgment , and should be treated as such . An ass kicking is in store. I mean those that rape little kids. Sending them to prison will never work , they re offend , and they never get caught the first time.

#37 I met Mr. Rodgers at a restaurant in Seattle. (RIP)

#38 I bought some of O.J. Simpson's cards while he was in jail , tripled + my money on it before he was found "not guilty". Now worth much less.

#39 Saw the show Stomp , very cool .

#40 When family/friends die , and get cremated , I request , and get , a small amount of their ashes. They are put in a very nice urn , all together. 16 so far. My wife says it's "creepy" .

#41 I'm building a little robot. Trying to perfect it climbing stairs.

#42 I like coke more than pepsi

#43 I still have 20/20+ vision , no surgery

#44 I wear boxers , it has become a gift for me from others. Some are "odd"

#45 My dog watches TV , and walks away when boring , she enjoys Monk.

#46 I'm older than my mother in law

#47 If you have read this far , you must be bored. Check out www.bored.com .

#48 I like Mexican beers.

#49 I have been all around the world .

#50 I have been to all 50 states

#51 I don't smoke except now and then a Cuban cigar that a friend brings me.

#52 I don't hunt.

#53 I fish just for the excuse to go out in a boat.

#54 Went and saw BODIES HUMAN , it's where they have dead bodies on display. Different.

#55 Thinking of buying a new truck , test drove a Dodge , it caught on fire under the dash .

#56 My computer was built by super geeks.

#57 I believe that words have power. Sticks and stones may hurt our bones, but bones heal in a relatively short time, while one critical parent can cripple you forever. With that in mind, let's try a little experiment. As you read the following words notice whether you feel the impulse to smile. Did it work? Did you smile immediately upon reading that? If not, that's okay. Don't get down on yourself. Remember, this is just an experiment. We can try it again. This time feel your lips curl up gently at the corners. You try to fight it, but your mouth seems to have taken on a life of its own. As you continue reading you can't help but notice that you are now smiling like the execs at Paramount after they realized they got a piece of Titanic for chump change. See? The power of words. In this case used for good. If you would like an example of words used for evil, call your mother and tell her you're really starting to make progress in therapy.

#58 I believe I think too much. I believe I'm literally drowning in a thick swamp of thoughts. No, swamp's not right. It's more like being in the middle of a swarm of bees, all of them flying insanely about, occasionally stinging for no apparent reason. Yup, bees, definitely -- thoughts are bees. In fact, I believe my entire understanding of the world is based on my thoughts, which are generated by my emotions, which are generated by ... well, I guess my reaction to stuff that happens. Anyway, I understand the world through the filter of my thoughts and emotions. If this is pretty much how you understand the world, it brings up an interesting concept. Probably since we were infants, none of us have directly perceived this world we live in. What does it mean to directly perceive something? Well, I suppose it would mean to be totally with that thing, as opposed to observing and thinking about it. It's a duality issue. Here's me, here's you. here's me, here's the sofa. Ya dig where this is going? We live on a planet dominated by a race of beings whose only connection to reality is constantly buzzing, mental bees. We're all walking through life in a dream state that is, at best, a funhouse mirror-image of what's really out there. It makes you think, doesn't it? Ouch! Dammit!

#59 My eulogy. I know I'm not dead, I just thought it would be kinda cool to write it myself, while I'm alive and well, and stick it on the end of a TV show. Okay, first, I meant well. Despite all the things for which I need to be forgiven, in my heart I know I meant well. I believe that my sins were driven by fear -- fear of being unloved, fear of poverty, fear of death, fear, fear, fear. What can I say? I was deeply influenced by a frightened mother. I'm not casting blame here; God knows what she dealt with as a little kid. Second, I tried hard. When it came to taking care of my children, I allowed nothing to get in my way -- even a closer relationship with them. I attribute that sin to "fear of being a bad provider." There's so much more to say but as you can see, space is limited. I'll continue eulogizing myself on future postings. In the meantime, there's nothing to fear but fear itself... and lethal diseases, random violence, and tragic accidents.

#60 To pierce through the illusion of separateness, to realize that which lies beneath the tormenting wound of duality -- that was a goal worthy of a lifetime. HE, however, never really believed he could unravel this mystery which had baffled the greatest minds of humankind. He certainly didn't have anything resembling a great mind. Then it occurred to him... maybe a great mind was not what was needed to see behind the veil of illusion. Maybe true perception comes from a great heart. This realization troubled HIM, for he knew in his gut that he didn't have a great heart either. But then he thought, perhaps with some desperation, maybe the secret was in having a great gut. Or nice shoes.

#61 The more I investigate the non-realm that lies just beyond, beneath or throughout the non-realm I think we're in, the more I'm convinced that it will take the heart of a warrior to continue. I suppose part of the reason for that is it requires courage to not be seduced by the comfort level generated by this particular illusion. Isn't it easier to just lay back and slip-slide into the daily grind of unconsciousness? And then there's the cultural conditioning which proclaims, "This is it! What you see is what you get." Now, let's think about that for a moment. What we see is what we get. Hmmm... We can't see electrons. We can't see a virus. We can't see getting an honest profit participation in anything we write -- and yet we still believe these things exist. Which brings me to God. Isn't it strange that we can look up at a night sky, at a majestic mountain, at the sculpted behind of a beautiful woman in spiked heels, and have trouble believing in God? But I digress.

#62 I recently mentioned to an engineer friend of mine that I get slightly crazed when things are less than perfect. To my surprise he looked at me with a crooked little smile and said, "Oh, but things are perfect." A few days later our conversation continued. This time he told me that the universe was expanding at exactly the right speed to keep it from flying apart or collapsing back into itself. He also noted that the subatomic makeup of our bodies was calibrated so magnificently that were it off by less than one percent, two human bodies approaching one another would release enough energy to blow the Earth out of its orbit. And consider this: if a plane loses its wings at thirty thousand feet, and DOESN'T fall to the ground, then we would be living in a world where fat people could stick rockets in their ass and fly to Miami for a three-day weekend. Now, if you're like me and don't find that to be an improvement on the laws of nature, then I think you have to agree with my friend -- things are perfect

#63 Inspiration. Noun. 1. Stimulation of the faculties to a high level of feeling or activity. 2. The condition of being so stimulated. 3. An agency, such as a person or a work of art, that moves the intellect or emotions. 4. Something that is inspired, as an idea or action. 5. Theology: Divine guidance or influence exerted directly upon the mind and soul of man. 6. The act of breathing in; inhalation. (From the Latin inspirare, to breath into) I'm under a lot of pressure to get one of these vanity cards written every week and to be perfectly honest, some weeks I've got squat. Like this week. Nothing of substance to say. Nothing even marginally amusing. Which is why I'm hoping for a little of #1 or perhaps even #5. I'm just sitting here waiting... just sitting here... Oh, well, at least I'm doing well with #6. Which, if you read the definition again, still counts as inspiration. How about that, I'm inspired... and expired... and inspired... and expired... inspired...

#64 Thirty thousand feet in the air. Strapped into a seat that doubles as a flotation device. Thinking about faith. Faith in airplanes. In jet engines. In pilots. Faith that the sullen, unshaven guy across the aisle isn't the mindless pawn of a master terrorist with a deep hatred for America, the Great Satan. Then, assuming a safe landing, faith that the cabbie didn't have a fight with his adulterous wife who hides her deceit behind sly jokes about his unremarkable sexual prowess forcing him to soothe his anguish with that fifth of Jim Beam he keeps stashed beneath the seat. And, of course, faith that the doorknob leading out of the public bathroom isn't tainted with a flesh-eating bacteria that came to Earth imbedded in a small, flat meteorite that some unsuspecting child picked up to skip across the surface of a lake. Yes, faith is a wonderful thing. Without it, this world would surely be a fearful place. Once again, thanks for reading . Have a nice day.

#65 Miracle. The dictionary defines it as "an event that appears unexplainable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God." When I reflect on the people and events that led me to this moment in time, this "place" in my life, I am forced to conclude that a miracle -- no, a series of miracles -- has occurred. How else can a devastating car accident and a terrible illness turn out to be, in the long run, blessings? But then my inner critic says, "Are you so self-obsessed as to believe that the hand of God moves through your puny life?" Well, if I postulate an infinite God, the answer is, why not? The dictionary definition of infinite is "having no boundaries or limits." With that in mind it seems self-obsessed to think that the influence of something infinite wouldn't extend to me, or anyone else for that matter. Of course I could also postulate that we're all chemical accidents in a dead and meaningless universe. It just doesn't make a very interesting anything.

#66 Let's try a little experiment. Turn and look at someone near you -- a loved one, a friend, a co-worker, a stranger -- it doesn't really matter. Now, as you look at this person, consider this: he or she is a completely unique, never - before - in - the - history - of - the - universe - has - there - been - anyone - exactly - like - this - person... person. Reflect on the fact that you are gazing at an impossibly complex and totally original work of art which will never be duplicated. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this. We so easily lose sight of how truly magnificent we are. Which is something to keep in mind if you chose to look at a stranger for this exercise. Even though he's looking back at you with grinning, spittle-covered lips that are a miraculous construct of living tissue -- even though perverse thoughts of what he'd like to do to you are racing through a meat-based computer that no Pentium chip will ever approximate, he is a masterpiece. If he were hanging in a museum, a security guard would most likely tell you, "Don't touch."

#67 It's strange to think of one's life as analogous to climbing a mountain. It's even stranger to discover, after years of striving to reach the summit, that it's the wrong mountain. This is what happened to Dave. Dave spent twenty years climbing the wrong mountain. And yet he had to consider it time well-spent. After all, no one could have told him he was relentlessly scaling the wrong pile of dirt (not that they didn't try). Dave had to find out for himself. Which is why, in the perverse way life happily screws with us, it turned out to be exactly the right mountain. In order to see things clearly, to understand the actuality of his existence, Dave had to crawl up a treacherous incline that only led to happiness in his poorly-formed, childish dreams. There was never an alternative mountain for ol' Dave, because he was incapable of envisioning one. So he climbed. Until one day, he looked around and saw that he'd reached the top. The pinnacle. The apex. The place where eagles crap. And that's when he noticed the mountain he was always meant to climb far off in the distance. And he noticed something else... everyone climbing that mountain was truly happy. So Dave did the only thing a sane man could do in his situation, he sent word to those people and told them they were on the wrong mountain

#68 As I write this I'm sitting in a big, dark cloud of anger. The feeling is highly energetic, almost electric, and, for some strange reason, seems to be most evident in my skin. The experience is vaguely uncomfortable and is dissipating slightly as I write these words. Thinking back, I see now that there was a brief moment when I had a choice as to how I would react to the situation that led to my current condition. I could have just as easily chosen resignation, or amusement, or even sadness. So the obvious question is why did I choose a destructive emotion? I suppose that on some deep, unconscious level I must be hard-wired to believe that anger is the appropriate response. Which leads to the next obvious question: how does one undo a damaging mental process that appears to be inextricably woven into the organism itself? Well, let me state right here, that burning it out doesn't work. God knows I've tried and therefore will not be running for public office anytime soon. Thinking it away (which I'm doing now), is terribly ineffective. And I'm certainly not ready to line up at the great pharmaceutical "happy" trough. So what then? Well, perhaps I could give my anger away. I know it sounds silly, but maybe silly is what's called for. Perhaps I could simply give my anger to everyone reading this vanity card... whoa, suddenly I'm feeling very affable. CAUTION: This is not a chain letter. Do not pass the anger on. Gently put it in a box, bury it in your backyard and blame it on the dog when no grass grows on that spot.

#69
I recently pierced the veil of a long-standing delusion which I had considered to be reality. The delusion was simply this: I thought people were deeply aware of me. I thought the things going on in my life -- my work, relationships, problems, joys, thoughts, insights, attitudes, tastes, desires, fears, good hair days, bad hair days, choice of pants (that's right, choice of pants), etc. ad delusium, were all of some significance to other people. I'm not certain, but I think the delusion is a twisted sort of family heirloom, a neurotic hand-me-down of the fiercely-held immigrant desire to fit in, to be acceptable. Be that as it may, the impact of this hallucination has been a constant state of low-grade anxiety. While it's still a little early to tell, it appears that freedom from it will create an enormous sense of relief and... well... freedom. You people out there, kind and considerate though you may be, don't really give a rat's ass about my life. You give a rat's ass about your life. This means I need no longer obsess over what others think of me (they don't). This means that I am, much to my amazement, more or less invisible. But most importantly, this means that I can begin living a fearless, delusion-free life that is fundamentally true to my basic, God-given nature. All that's left to do is discover what kind of pants my basic, God-given nature looks good in.

#70 I believe that I suffer from two fundamental forms of fear: fear of not getting what I want, and fear of losing what I have. In that both stem from actual or "perceived" threats to my actual or "perceived" survival, I also believe that both aspects of fear are derived from my underlying fear of my actual or "perceived" death. It would then follow that a good deal of my daily anxiety is a result of my faulty perception. And by faulty perception I mean, "wow, am I a whack job or what?" Which leaves me with only two possible solutions regarding fear -- change my perception, or, failing that, ignore my perception. The reason I bring this up is that in the ever-widening world of self-improvement, I never see "ignoring yourself" offered up as a viable solution to problems of the mind. And yet, it works! Next time your head is filled with anxious thoughts, simply take note of it, thank your mind for trying to ensure your survival, then act as if you just got a stock tip from a homeless person. Of course, ignoring fear messages no longer applies if you're standing in line at the post office and the guy behind you is hiding something beneath a large overcoat and audibly talking to God.

#71 In certain cultures people greet each other with a little bow and their hands pressed together in a prayer position. This is meant to convey that one acknowledges the divinity in the other. In our culture we greet each other by shaking hands, a gesture meant to convey the cheery thought, "See? I'm not holding a weapon." Personally, I like the divinity "hi, how are ya" a lot better. In fact, sometimes I like to walk down the street and remind myself that each and every person I see is of divine origin and on a journey that is unique, profound, tragic, joyous and, to them, immensely important (airports are also good for this exercise). Now that's not to say that I don't often consider others as being mere speed bumps on my little drive through life. I just find that when I make the slightest effort to acknowledge that spark of divinity in the people I meet, I feel better. Life is less threatening. I feel safer. More inclined to being open and loving. More inclined to leave the safety on.

#72 Perhaps it's part of our basic nature to drift into a waking dream state when there are no serious threats on the horizon. Perhaps that's why the universe is constructed as a dangerous universe -- to keep us awake. Maybe God felt it was redundant for the creatures inside his/her/its dream to be dreaming as well. If that's the case, the plan is working, my dream is over. In this dream, I lived in an invulnerable fortress, safe from the misery, ignorance, jealousy, hatred and chaos that surrounded it. I dreamt that the minutiae of my life was important. I dreamt that I could make my little plans. I dreamt that everyone was essentially playing by the same rules. And finally, I dreamt that my dream was reality. Which is why I feel a strange tinge of gratitude bubbling under my grief, fear and rage. I'm grateful to be even a little awake. The way I figure it, this is a miraculous universe, but also a remarkably dangerous one. Sleepwalking is ill-advised

#73 Do you ever feel like you're experiencing a powerful and terrifying shift in your fundamental consciousness? Do you ever have thoughts that horrify you? Oh, dear God, was that me who just thought that evil thought? Do you ever open your eyes in the morning and wonder if you're the same person who went to sleep the night before? Do you ever think, "Aw, screw it. Why do I even try? What's the point? Everything always goes to hell anyway." Do you ever wonder if the guy bringing you your soup hates your guts because he has to wait on you and pretend to be pleasant all the while knowing in his heart that he's a better man than you and his current servile status is final proof of an unjust universe? Do you ever think, "People are only nice to me because they want something?" Do you ever think, "I'm only being nice to this person because I want something?" Well, the reason I bring all this up is to reassure you that I don't. Just thought you'd like to know... although I can't help but feel that you're not particularly happy for me.

#74 When someone loves you, do you really feel their love? To feel their love you'd have to assume that there are 'love particles' (or waves) that radiate from person to person. If you believe that then you'd have to believe that movie stars are constantly bombarded by a warm, fuzzy feeling as a result of the worldwide emanations of love flowing toward them. Trust me, they feel bombarded, but not by the warm and the fuzzy. Or try this: When you look at your beloved and feel that special feeling, does your beloved look up from their oatmeal and realize they're the lucky recipient of your love? It is my contention that if they did look up, the only thing they'd realize is that there's a big gob of oatmeal on their pajamas. I would also contend that their only inkling that you love them is when you smile and say, "Honey, would you like me to make you some oatmeal?" And that wouldn't actually be feeling love as much as inferring love (she cooked me oatmeal, she smiled at me, my mother cooked me oatmeal, my mother smiled at me, my mother said she loved me, ergo she loves me). My guess is that when you're feeling loved, what you're actually feeling is the love you have for the other person. That's good news, right? If all we ever wanted was to be loved, the key to that love was in our hands the entire time. To feel love, give love. Simple. Or, if you prefer, spend all your time becoming famous so you can be bombarded with 'love particles' while you're checking into a rehab facility in the desert.

#75 The sun rises, the sun sets
The seasons change
Rivers flow
Leaves fall
It's raining somewhere
Spiders make webs
Fish eat each other
Babies are born
Stars are born
People and stars get old
then stop getting old
All this happens and more
day after day after day
At no time am I consulted

#76 It seems to me, in brief moments of clarity, that the only way to proceed is with a tub of popcorn, a good seat and a willingness to be surprised, delighted, horrified, amused and/or bored as I watch the play unfold, while simultaneously being grateful for having been given a bit part. The upside to this way of thinking is increased compassion for the other bit players, a sense of perspective as to one's true size, and a release from suffering. The downside, as previously stated, is this way of "thinking" is brief and I spend most of my time complaining bitterly that the popcorn does not have real butter flavoring.

#77 The Buddha taught that the first principle of existence is impermanence.

Absolutely everything in this universe is impermanent.

Impermanence creates uncertainty.

I don't know about you, but I have a very low tolerance for uncertainty.

Uncertainty causes me discomfort.

Discomfort causes me to think stupid things.

Stupid thoughts cause me to take stupid actions.

My stupid actions bring about unfortunate results.

Luckily, the unfortunate results are impermanent.

Is this a great universe or what?

#78 When I was in the shower this morning, I thought: If we assume a Big Bang beginning of the universe, then every molecule, every atom, every proton, every electron, every quark, every wavelength, every vibration, every multi-dimensional string, every everything that makes up everything else shares an ineffable property of pre-Bang Oneness. Assuming that, then every everything is always moving in one of two directions: either away from that primordial state, or returning towards it. We feel these quantum movements. Moving away is experienced as loneliness, fear, anger and despair. Returning is experienced as one or more of the infinite variations and gradations of what we call love. Now, while some might say that equating the miracle of human feelings to the meandering of sub-atomic bric-a-brac robs them of their mystery, the truth is quite the opposite. Connecting our fundamental experience of life to the great mystery of existence ties us to the eternal within our every waking moment. We are not separate. We are made of the same stuff that existed at the beginning and will exist at the end. Therefore, the question we must each ask ourselves is simple: "In what direction am I moving today - towards oneness, or away from it?" When I was done reflecting on this, I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and, while glancing at the mirror, pondered a new thought: "I have a pretty nice ass for a guy my age."

#79 I can count on one hand the fucktards I that have "attacked" me on rotten . One is a lame fuck who has a single fan. The other is someone who is the single fan who told a nazi bitch/punk/fuckhead that I was someone else who "insulted" them , the other fucks with EVERYONE. I feel good when I see the type who wants to fuck with me.


#80 A hunter goes into the woods hunting for a bear. When he is deep in the woods he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see an enormous grizzly towering above him. Before he can fire, the beast rips the rifle out of his hands and proceeds to sodomize him. Mortified, the hunter retreats to his cabin, arms himself with a double-barrelled shotgun, and races back into the woods to find and kill his furry assailant. But once again, the bear sneaks up behind the hunter, pulls the weapon from his hands and has his lusty way with him. Undeterred, the hunter equips himself with a machine gun and treks back into the woods where he is again ambushed, disarmed and defiled by the bear. Now, apoplectic with moral outrage, the hunter flies to a third world country where he buys a heat-seeking, shoulder-launched, nuclear-tipped rocket from an international arms dealer. Convinced he finally has the upper hand, he returns to the woods, tracks the bear to his lair and patiently waits to vaporize him. And yes, again, the bear surprises, disarms and sexually assaults him. But this time, before the hunter can run off to acquire more lethal armaments, the bear enfolds him in his massive arms and says, "You don't really come out here to hunt, do ya?"

Well, that's the joke. Take from it what you will with one caveat: The moral is not "beware of homosexual bears."

#81 I once told a girl that the birthmark on her hip looked just like the the moons of saturn.
She said "I know" . I was full of it. She was easy.

#82 I have had 3 books published , working on a 4th . This one will be of graveyards all over New Mexico. Some are so remote & old , takes 2-3 hours on foot to get to them , and then it's just a couple of hunks of sandstone that you can't read.

#83 Conspiracy New Mexico is not a real town.

#84 Futurama was under-rated

#85 When I get a headache , I blame ........

#86 There was no UFO in Roswell , sorry.

#87 The natives should have fought better , and I mean worldwide.
Some did.

#88 Is a cool number.

#89 A little advice for guy's.
Women think that we know what we are doing. Mistake on their part. One example , one only , use it as a guide from someone who has messed up countless times.
Women will , many times, ignore something stupid we do , a few times , because they think we figure out what we did wrong ( NOPE ) , and after we think , because we got away with it , that it is OK , we find we were wrong every time.
BUT, if we get on them the first time they do something , they think we are bullies because they only did it once.
All true.

#90 I want a seedless pomegranate .

#91 It's a good day when someone shampoos my hair.

#92 This is a test , it is only a test.

#93 Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us happy.

#94 Rotten was more fun before

#95 I have summited stories under my name , and 1 minute later , under anonymous , anonymous was picked , hmmmm

#96 I get bored playing bridge , but I'm good at it.

#97 If you read this far down , you may want to waste time at www.gamedesire.com , also helps if you speak/read Polish.

#98 I wish time travel was possible.

#99 I still find a certain joy in polishing my boots to a mirror shine.

#100 If you want to make money , buy land , lots of land , just outside a midsize city. Don't mess with buildings , just the dirt.

#101 Everything can change .........

#102 I agree , we need more cowbells

#103 It sucks getting old , for me and the people around me.

#104 Far better it is to dare mighty things than to take rank with those poor timid spirits who know neither victory nor defeat.

T.R. 1899