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This is how my day started this morning....

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.



Actually....my office is only 1.5 miles from my apartment so I am lucky to have a short ride. I work in the internal technical helpdesk for a large company here in Maine. Outside of my 9-5 job I am usually hiking somewhere or taking photos of something.

Good thing he did not go upstairs to get a knife.

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

I have to go upstairs Mr. McGwire. I'm not feeling very well.>> ^zombieater:

I have two words to say to you, just two words: carbon nanotubes.

Damn winston is crazy as shit.

The only one who had rights under stand your ground? Trayvon Martin, who Stood His Ground against an unidentified armed vigilante and was Executed for it.

You can't start provoke a fight and claim self-defense with these laws. The new evidence showing that Martin fought Zimmerman proves beyond a doubt: Zimmerman is guilty of manslaughter.

Zimmerman had no training, no plan, he was the causative negligent agent whose actions resulted in unnecessary death.

Anyone who can't see why Trayvon had the right under Stand Your Ground that Zimmerman did not, is really lacking upstairs.

>> ^shinyblurry:

>> ^Fletch:
Who says I don't read them? I'm always up for a laugh.
You say you don't read them. You've gone out of your way to tell me you don't read them. Now suddenly you're reading them again?
>> ^Fletch:
That said, I haven't seen a single comment you've ever made that wasn't SPAM. As a charter, I don't want to see ads, and I long ago tired of your incessant, blathering sales pitch. Quite frankly, someone as condescending, self-righteous, arrogant, ignorant, and obnoxious as yourself is not going to win any converts, and I think you know that. Which means your continued infection of VS must be ego-driven, a false sense that you are doing "good" in your tiny little universe. Then again, the ability to lie to oneself is fundamental to buying into the whole magic-man-in-the-sky thing, so maybe you can't/refuse to understand how most of us perceive you.
Many people on this site, including you, are antitheists; I know exactly how you feel about me, not withstanding, what it says in scripture:
1 Corinthians 1:18
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
I never expected to be welcomed into a community made up of atheists, agnostics and antitheists. However, there are a few that have crossed lines and been friendly with me, although they talk to me in private because of the massive social stigma against talking to me that people like yourself have perpetuated. I would also note that dag has always been welcoming and fair with me, and he has said a few times that he appreciates my contributions here. I've tried to participate more in the community, but since people always downvote all of my comments and videos, I just participate in the topics that interest me and try to find good conversation.
>> ^Fletch:
When I was a child, I remember running upstairs one Christmas morning and telling my parents that I not only saw Santa last night, but I TALKED to him as well. I related our entire conversation of cookies and reindeer, how I helped him carry the 4-man toboggan that now leaned against the fireplace, and how he gave our dog, Missy, a Milk-bone. I knew I was lying, but who would ever suspect? Santa is real, right? And he's magic. Everyone knows that. I wasn't lying about Santa. He was real to me, as he must be real to everyone. Just a small fib about our interaction that no mere muggle could challenge. I was a star. I TALKED to Santa! Company would come over, and my parents would have me relate my tale to them. They ate it up.
To me, you are the me who saw Santa, a pathetic nincompoop who feels solace in the fact that science can't prove a negative (it doesn't work that way), AND you're trying to sell me microwave popcorn and beefsticks, AND you won't quit ringing my doorbell.
Anyone can prove a negative. For instance, there are no muslim senators. You can check it out there:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_affiliation_in_the_United
_States_Senate
You could disprove the idea of God if it were logically inconsistant. I challenge you to come up with an argument.
You think I am here for me, but I am not. I am here because of Jesus, and because of you. I care about you enough to take all of your insults and condescension so I can have a chance to tell you how much God loves you. My only motive here, and in everything else in my life, is to serve the will of God. I haven't always done that, but in any case, it's not about me; my life is not my own; it belongs to Him.


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>> ^Fletch:
Who says I don't read them? I'm always up for a laugh.

You say you don't read them. You've gone out of your way to tell me you don't read them. Now suddenly you're reading them again?

>> ^Fletch:
That said, I haven't seen a single comment you've ever made that wasn't SPAM. As a charter, I don't want to see ads, and I long ago tired of your incessant, blathering sales pitch. Quite frankly, someone as condescending, self-righteous, arrogant, ignorant, and obnoxious as yourself is not going to win any converts, and I think you know that. Which means your continued infection of VS must be ego-driven, a false sense that you are doing "good" in your tiny little universe. Then again, the ability to lie to oneself is fundamental to buying into the whole magic-man-in-the-sky thing, so maybe you can't/refuse to understand how most of us perceive you.

Many people on this site, including you, are antitheists; I know exactly how you feel about me, not withstanding, what it says in scripture:

1 Corinthians 1:18

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.

I never expected to be welcomed into a community made up of atheists, agnostics and antitheists. However, there are a few that have crossed lines and been friendly with me, although they talk to me in private because of the massive social stigma against talking to me that people like yourself have perpetuated. I would also note that dag has always been welcoming and fair with me, and he has said a few times that he appreciates my contributions here. I've tried to participate more in the community, but since people always downvote all of my comments and videos, I just participate in the topics that interest me and try to find good conversation.

>> ^Fletch:
When I was a child, I remember running upstairs one Christmas morning and telling my parents that I not only saw Santa last night, but I TALKED to him as well. I related our entire conversation of cookies and reindeer, how I helped him carry the 4-man toboggan that now leaned against the fireplace, and how he gave our dog, Missy, a Milk-bone. I knew I was lying, but who would ever suspect? Santa is real, right? And he's magic. Everyone knows that. I wasn't lying about Santa. He was real to me, as he must be real to everyone. Just a small fib about our interaction that no mere muggle could challenge. I was a star. I TALKED to Santa! Company would come over, and my parents would have me relate my tale to them. They ate it up.

To me, you are the me who saw Santa, a pathetic nincompoop who feels solace in the fact that science can't prove a negative (it doesn't work that way), AND you're trying to sell me microwave popcorn and beefsticks, AND you won't quit ringing my doorbell.

Anyone can prove a negative. For instance, there are no muslim senators. You can check it out there:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_affiliation_in_the_United_States_Senate

You could disprove the idea of God if it were logically inconsistant. I challenge you to come up with an argument.

You think I am here for me, but I am not. I am here because of Jesus, and because of you. I care about you enough to take all of your insults and condescension so I can have a chance to tell you how much God loves you. My only motive here, and in everything else in my life, is to serve the will of God. I haven't always done that, but in any case, it's not about me; my life is not my own; it belongs to Him.

Amen. Hallelujah.
>> ^Fletch:

>> ^shinyblurry:
>> ^Fletch:
Jesus, maybe you should talk to your dad. You've been out of the loop for a while.

I think its against the rules to downvote comments you haven't read. Am I wrong?

Who says I don't read them? I'm always up for a laugh.
That said, I haven't seen a single comment you've ever made that wasn't SPAM. As a charter, I don't want to see ads, and I long ago tired of your incessant, blathering sales pitch. Quite frankly, someone as condescending, self-righteous, arrogant, ignorant, and obnoxious as yourself is not going to win any converts, and I think you know that. Which means your continued infection of VS must be ego-driven, a false sense that you are doing "good" in your tiny little universe. Then again, the ability to lie to oneself is fundamental to buying into the whole magic-man-in-the-sky thing, so maybe you can't/refuse to understand how most of us perceive you.
When I was a child, I remember running upstairs one Christmas morning and telling my parents that I not only saw Santa last night, but I TALKED to him as well. I related our entire conversation of cookies and reindeer, how I helped him carry the 4-man toboggan that now leaned against the fireplace, and how he gave our dog, Missy, a Milk-bone. I knew I was lying, but who would ever suspect? Santa is real, right? And he's magic. Everyone knows that. I wasn't lying about Santa. He was real to me, as he must be real to everyone. Just a small fib about our interaction that no mere muggle could challenge. I was a star. I TALKED to Santa! Company would come over, and my parents would have me relate my tale to them. They ate it up.
To me, you are the me who saw Santa, a pathetic nincompoop who feels solace in the fact that science can't prove a negative (it doesn't work that way), AND you're trying to sell me microwave popcorn and beefsticks, AND you won't quit ringing my doorbell.

>> ^shinyblurry:

>> ^Fletch:
Jesus, maybe you should talk to your dad. You've been out of the loop for a while.

I think its against the rules to downvote comments you haven't read. Am I wrong?


Who says I don't read them? I'm always up for a laugh.

That said, I haven't seen a single comment you've ever made that wasn't SPAM. As a charter, I don't want to see ads, and I long ago tired of your incessant, blathering sales pitch. Quite frankly, someone as condescending, self-righteous, arrogant, ignorant, and obnoxious as yourself is not going to win any converts, and I think you know that. Which means your continued infection of VS must be ego-driven, a false sense that you are doing "good" in your tiny little universe. Then again, the ability to lie to oneself is fundamental to buying into the whole magic-man-in-the-sky thing, so maybe you can't/refuse to understand how most of us perceive you.

When I was a child, I remember running upstairs one Christmas morning and telling my parents that I not only saw Santa last night, but I TALKED to him as well. I related our entire conversation of cookies and reindeer, how I helped him carry the 4-man toboggan that now leaned against the fireplace, and how he gave our dog, Missy, a Milk-bone. I knew I was lying, but who would ever suspect? Santa is real, right? And he's magic. Everyone knows that. I wasn't lying about Santa. He was real to me, as he must be real to everyone. Just a small fib about our interaction that no mere muggle could challenge. I was a star. I TALKED to Santa! Company would come over, and my parents would have me relate my tale to them. They ate it up.

To me, you are the me who saw Santa, a pathetic nincompoop who feels solace in the fact that science can't prove a negative (it doesn't work that way), AND you're trying to sell me microwave popcorn and beefsticks, AND you won't quit ringing my doorbell.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'first date, apartment, chaise lounge, sex, honest, necklace, jdate' to 'first date, apartment, chaise lounge, sex, honest, necklace, jdate, upstairs' - edited by xxovercastxx

Heh Heh, situations like this always remind me of the old joke:-

Mother walks into her teenage son's bedroom to put the laundry away & catches him playing the "five finger shuffle", furious at this, she storms downstairs to her husband, tells him what she saw & demanded that he runs upstairs & tells his son what a filthy little swine he is. So hubby runs up, marches into the bedroom straight up to the bed, points his finger & yells "If you keep doing that you horrible little sh*t, you'll go BLIND!!"

.........Voice in the other corner of the room (behind him) says "I'm over here Dad"

^Upvoted^

I can be the counterbalance since I still pass for being in high school

Will try to make it down from Brisbane work permitting.>> ^spoco2:

@kymbos, looks very nice, and it's about a block and a half from where I'm currently sitting
I'm seeing a front-runner already, what with the family tie and everything Two different options too, in the upstairs area or the downstairs.
Now all we need is more Aussies to put their hands up that they'll be there. As it stands it's going to be 3 aging men looking uncomfortable amongst the trendy of Melbourne

@kymbos, looks very nice, and it's about a block and a half from where I'm currently sitting

I'm seeing a front-runner already, what with the family tie and everything Two different options too, in the upstairs area or the downstairs.

Now all we need is more Aussies to put their hands up that they'll be there. As it stands it's going to be 3 aging men looking uncomfortable amongst the trendy of Melbourne

If you want to make fun of me, feel free. It doesn't bother me. I also have nothing to apologize for, since I said what I said for UPs benefit. I hope she took it to heart and thought twice about what she was doing.

I really do look like Jesus, at least the white guy version. That's not a bad acid trip, that is just reality. Obviously there is no comparison, and I'll be to be the first to admit that I am an unworthy servant. I honestly don't think I am better than anyone else, and I don't judge anyone here. I judge their behavior, sure, but not their person.

You can call me delusional all you want, and I will call you foolish and ignorant. Doesn't really get us anywhere. If you just want to be immature, I can't stop you. I don't think anything bad about you, in fact I pray for you at times but I always have trouble pronouncing your name. God bless.



>> ^Ryjkyj:
>> ^shinyblurry:
Again, reading comprehension? I didn't call her a harlot, I said she was acting like one. I don't think I am superior morally, as we are all sinners who deserve death and hell. However, God provides a superior morality, and if you aren't following that you are dead in your sins. I want to ask you, why do you always chase me around with this passive aggressive commentary? You cannot help but heap insults on me, but it is simply trite and immature from my POV. How about instead of nipping at my heels you actually engage me with some original thought. Do you have anything swimming around upstairs besides empty criticism?
>> ^Ryjkyj:
>> ^shinyblurry:
I didn't call her names, I criticized her behavior. Perhaps english is your second language. I was honestly trying to get her to see that she was stepping over a line she didn't want to cross. Perhaps that doesn't seem loving, but there was an ugly spirit at work there and it needed to be confronted. In the midst of all the drooling male carnality, I was the only one attempting to be self-righteous.
>> ^Ryjkyj:
>> ^shinyblurry:
I only called her a whore because I want to spread the love of Jesus Christ.

Oh, OK. Cool.


Calling someone a "harlot", while maybe a bit outdated, is exactly the same as calling them a whore.
There are many words that were once technical terms, that are now considered hurtful and mean-spirited. Words like: moron, retard, douche-bag, imbecile, idiot and yes, harlot, were once considered to carry no negative connotations at all. So using your example, there was a time long ago when a medical professional might have said something like: "Shinyblurry is a moronic retard who's personality resembles that of a bag containing the contents from a filthy harlot's freshly-washed vagina." But here in the twenty-first century, English doesn't have to be your first language for you to realize that when someone calls another person a harlot, they are trying to hurt their feelings and degrade them. Which in your case, was merely a function of trying to express your moral superiority.
And by the way: The word "English" is a proper noun, and should be capitalized.


Shiny, I tried engaging you when you first started commenting here. But you've proven time and again that you are completely incapable of "original thought". Your entire world-view is based on other people's interpretations of the bible, and a bad acid trip that convinced you that you looked like Jesus. I have some news for you: you're not Jesus. The only reason I leave comments on your posts anymore is to poke fun at your completely delusional view of the world. I was done attempting to engage you a long time ago.
You don't actually think that using a simile to insult someone makes the insult OK. You just think that there's someone out there dumb enough to care about your defense of your callous, insensitive comment that they might be swayed by your pathetic excuses. The irony is, if you weren't so insulting to everyone you condescend to, you might actually make the connections you're seeking.
I didn't leave a comment on your profile. I left a comment on Fusionaut's profile to make fun of you.