What'd they film that with a shoulder-mounted camcorder from 1998?

Pretty good and I don't want to hear about it not being a real player because that deflates my joy a little.

Wow! That just got better and better! Very well done. *promote


and then it they spelled it "scoprian" and it deflated my joy a little.

when it comes to emotion,
makes me start choking
so I, sit by the ocean
spent my last buck on a bottle of whiskey
drunk and broke
sittin' here in history
I made my mind up
I'm going
I got no where to go
don't know where I'm going
I do know one thing
one thing that is true
wherever I go, I'm gonna need you
we just cant let each other go now
were too close, to ever slow down
the only one who keeps my chin up
when you touch my lips we're like two dogs stuck
cold, cold beer
don't you ever worry I am right here
never live without you
don't care what I amount to, no.
talkin' bout cold cold beer
don't you ever worry, I am right here
can't ever live without you
I pick you up
I take you home
sit on my couch, turn off my phone,
cuz I love your taste, love your smell
who would ever thought that we could do so well
hell, I guess we're meant for each other
sorta like the microphone and my buddy Bruce Buffer
I can't really express my joy
sorta like a scrap between Osgood and Patty Roy
I cant take my eyes of you
went to rehab, thought that I lost you
but now we're are back together, with a vengeance
must be my little, Irish decendance.
it feels pretty good, to get this off my chest
even though people sayin, Jesse's obsessed
well maybe I am, maybe their right
one thing that I know, it was love at first sight.
Yeah, cold cold beer
don't you ever worry i am right here
can never live without you
i wouldn't even want to
cold, cold beer
don't you ever worry
i am right here
never live without you
you don't care what I amount to
Well I'm sitting on my stoop feelin' kinda lonely
me and Brenda fightin' so I call up the homies
but guys busy hangin' out in front of Sobey's
there's only one little fella who really knows me
he comes in a little brown, bottle or can
sits in my hand til I can barely stand
he's part of the family, he's part of the team
Took me under his wing when I was just a teen
every time he comes around he always,
takes me back to when I had a fake ID, and a little dirt stash
he rope soak cold pop 2 4 white pop pop top swish top tall boy, cold shot
BEER, cold, cold beer
don't you ever worry, I am right here
never live without you
you don't care what I amount to,
Oh cold beer,
don't you ever worry,
I am right here can't ever live without you
I wouldn't even want to

I too smiled the whole time. Sooo much fun.

However..... I wish they wouldn't pretend that they didn't rehearse it or at least agree beforehand that that was the song they were going to sing. Why not just say that, instead of the falseness? Tinged my joy with the creepy-crawlies of being sold-to. Don't like that.

And it was FABULOUS.

It was both those things.

Fair enough ma'am, and as to my sincerity I consider such assertions to be somewhat subjective in light of association and nearness to your heart......and if my memory serves me incorrectly as to his mission, passion, or prominence I do with all heart and sincerity apologize once again.

Hearsay is in fact, what prompted my accusatory tone, I seem to recall someone having told me he was in fact, working for the Obama campaign in some form or another which in my personal playbook would include pejoratively your man in the ranks of similar eager apologists for the lame-duck's fan-club. I was never a fan of the damaged President, his works have proven his mettle thus far to have been a dire shame to America rather than some savior or healing saint.

You may believe me mint, that I harbor no ill-will whatsoever to your man, or to his sincerity and passion for the healing of this country. I simply consider fans of anyone whose knowledge of the facts consists of promulgated sound-bites and half-truths at face value, self-deceit of the highest order. I do respect his mind and heart, his passion and dedication to ultimate truth and peace.

As to my sanity well, what IS sanity would be my question and who if anyone is qualified to make such a bold assumption as to another person's mind? I maintain that nobody holds the keys to that mysterious kingdom and would offer, that my own dysfunction lies in my inability to use language very well, to express my emotions and angst, my joy and contentment, that all may understand and relate to. We all have our problems and mine are several and constant-Expression of heart comes at a great price for me. I am an angry person, a thoughtful person, a sincerely confused and connected person, and all humans share this with every other, with no exceptions.

If I may be called a shill as well, my fanaticism rests in the camp of understanding who and what I am relative to the rest of the human race.

We're all works-in-progress until we stop sucking air and pumping blood, my hope is to remain incarnate for another 1000 years, at which point I may become an adolescent just passing the age of reason (7 years old in human dog years)!

I hope you come back strong and NetRunner too, in 2014. I welcome what everyone has to share. Sorry I was such a dick in the past-

I won't promise that you will not see it again, keeping oneself in check is a 24/7, 365 chore.

Peace and understanding to all members of this site, and above all, love.

I love this. Damn, I'm convinced that as a species we've made and continue to make a huge mistake in terms of technology in that our only aim is to improve efficiency. There's another far more important factor for me, something that could be called for lack of an official term: the dog-head-out-of-window co-efficient or in other words: how much does this technology contribute to my joy of being alive.

I'd choose a ride on the "EL" over a nasty taxi or subway ride any day. Maybe someday when superconductors are refined enough we'll see the return of scenic travel in the big cities.

I happened to be in the Sift Lounge when this vid was presented for possibly posting -- by one of the sweetest kindest people on the Sift. I tried to dissuade it from being posted -- not because this vid is so horrible -- she did agree to the frat boy stupidness, for whatever reason.

I was afraid of the comment stream that would follow.

The link above by Larsarus -- not funny, no way funny, not dark humor just violent towards women, and telling that it came from the same website as this post. I was afraid that there would be many many posts circling around variations of that deep down ugliness.

@spoco2 helped stop that. Thanks again, spoco. And @dag and @kymbos and everyone else who downvoted.

So now you can all pile onto me for being a killjoy and stomping on the fun. Because I'll tell you -- having stuff like Lasarus's vid link kills my joy and stomps on my fun. Turn about is fairplay, right?

>> ^Duckman33:
>> ^shinyblurry:
How is it that atheists seem to believe they can just go around and treat someone like garbage and talk down to them like children because they think they're right about something..why is this socially acceptable?

How is it that when I have conversations with Christians on youtube or any other open forum, once they find out I'm not religious, they talk down to me and tell me I'm going to "burn/rot in hell"? Call me a "sinner"? A "blasphemer"? They hope I "get cancer and die"? How is this socially acceptable?
I also have another question for you. How exactly did God "show himself" to you? You never really explained that one.


Christians are commanded to love thy neighbor as thyself. We are told the measure we use to judge will be measured back to us. When we observe that a law is being broken, we are justified in pointing this out to our brother, to correct the error of his way, in hopes he will turn from his sin. Now when you preach the gospel, you have to be aware that you will be judged by unbelievers by the same standards that you are proclaiming as truth, and hypocripsy will only denigrate Christs reputation. As a Christian, I admit that I am not perfect, which isn't really that difficult considering some of the more interesting choices I've made in life. Yet, if I strive to follow the standard set for me, which is perfection, my words will be justified and I will be an effective witness. This is the meaning of the measure we use being measured back to us.

So someone following Christs word should never tell you that you're going to burn and rot. That is utterly despicable. If you preach the gospel you are called to treat it with respect and care, because it is the Word of God. If you follow the word it comes naturally. No one who is following Christ in reality would say that to you. Christ promises that He is there to serve as our advocate before the Father, and obtaining forgiveness for our many sins through faith in Him.

Well, the way I knew it was God was..when I was a child God was with me. I just didn't notice it. The way that I was learning, seeing, experiencing..God was always there with me. He was an integral part of who I was, a secret friend who shared in my joys and sorrows. Later on in life I started to lose this connection. Life started to lose its electricity, it's spark, because our relationship was not as it should be. This is because I had begun to sin. I started shoplifting when I was 7 or 8 years old and I didn't stop for a long time. Now this may be looked upon as harmless in some way..I didn't ever really steal more than candy bars. But the law is the law. God was still there with me, supporting me, but because I was sinning it caused spiritual seperation from God.

This happened for a long time, gradually, until it was like living life alone. I had always been a loner..just akward socially, but this was different. The light went out of my life. There was no flow, at all. It had all stopped. I was only dimly aware of this transition at the time. It took me many years to piece together what happened. I had no idea God really existed. I was vaguely aware that He did; ie I was afraid of Him, but I also prayed a couple times and He answered my prayers. Then one day, suddenly, He showed me He was there. He showed me how His presence, His essence underlay all things. He showed me how He was working in reality. This isn't to say I comprehended it. It's just that I know what it feels like to be around Him a little bit and see what He does.

Note at this time I was not a Christian, I did not become a Christian until later on. He had showed me the nature of the Holy Trinity before I knew much about it, so it fit with what I already knew about God. The words of the bible spoke to what I knew about God, about His unconditional love for all of His children. So yeah, that's how I got to know God. It probably sounds strange but you know what they say. The Lord works in mysterious ways. I'm proof of that much.

Thanks! This used to be my joy dance at raves.

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*quality

This used to be my run away dance when tanked.

thank you yet again.

upon seeing the resurrection, I rode around on the top of my car, lip-synching "my joy!" in gratitude.

It was midnight and very icy and my young daughters stared nervously up at me through the moonroof.

Fantastic. And NBC will find a way to kill my joy.