Monday, September 05, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Love and Cat
The other night as I arrived home I noticed that under the porch light, among the usual numbers of moths, were two Praying Mantises. Normally I don’t make much of an audience for insects but this was different. I guess I subconsciously assumed that my chances of seeing a moth ferociously devoured by a creature equal in size were twice as likely. My math has never been very good.
After a minute or so it became apparent that the scary looking bugs were not interested in the moths. One was enthusiastically courting the other. I am embarrassed to say that this interested me even more – and not just because I am ultra-romantic or two weeks away from my wedding. I believe it was Ranger Rick who many years ago taught me that after it’s all said and done the female Praying Mantis rips off the male’s head and eats it or something. I don’t remember.
They were sort of fluttering around one another. The moths next to them seemed indifferent. And then one of the ugly green bugs lost his footing and fell to the ground. Before he had even the slightest chance to recover and properly fuel the gestation period of his potential offspring - Mafofa pounced. Game over.
Mafofa (pron: Mafooofa) means “feathers/fur” in Sotho. This ferocious little kitty was found alongside her brother Ben Kramer inside the dumpster at the fruit market. Weren’t we all?
I guess the moral of the story is that one man’s trash really is another man’s treasure…and never take relationship advice from a Praying Mantis.
After a minute or so it became apparent that the scary looking bugs were not interested in the moths. One was enthusiastically courting the other. I am embarrassed to say that this interested me even more – and not just because I am ultra-romantic or two weeks away from my wedding. I believe it was Ranger Rick who many years ago taught me that after it’s all said and done the female Praying Mantis rips off the male’s head and eats it or something. I don’t remember.
They were sort of fluttering around one another. The moths next to them seemed indifferent. And then one of the ugly green bugs lost his footing and fell to the ground. Before he had even the slightest chance to recover and properly fuel the gestation period of his potential offspring - Mafofa pounced. Game over.
Mafofa (pron: Mafooofa) means “feathers/fur” in Sotho. This ferocious little kitty was found alongside her brother Ben Kramer inside the dumpster at the fruit market. Weren’t we all?
I guess the moral of the story is that one man’s trash really is another man’s treasure…and never take relationship advice from a Praying Mantis.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
This blog is not relevant to any of my normal readers.
Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Judo, no-gi grappling MMA etc. Is there anyone/anywhere/anything related to these sports in the Tzaneen area? Duiwelskloof? Limpopo? This post is actually just an attempt to link those sports and the city in one blog in hopes that one day some other poor soul Googles it. Email me if you know of anything or find a few friends and we can just start it up ourselves: terw0015 @ yahoo . com
Delete the spaces, duh.
Mark
Delete the spaces, duh.
Mark
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Kgaugelo is eating the monkey!
Here I am, sitting on a small mattress with pink Barbie princess sheets. I should note that it has a matching pillow case, which may be a first for me. There is also a cat staring at me as if he is baffled by my very existence. Don’t judge me cat.
In a few hours I will wander down the rocky sidewalk and into Sarah’s half-painted kitchen. If I play my cards right I will be greeted by half-eaten bowls of oatmeal and a floor covered in Corn Flake residue. If I am early I will be greeted by a bunch of 8-12 yr-olds that refer to me as dad, like hugs and lack a proper understanding of what one’s attitude should be like on a Monday morning.
This is my first blog as a father, thus I feel as if I should have something profound to say. Unfortunately I do not. (EDIT: take care of your kids). Instead I will try to give you a glimpse into what life is like for me.
There are a lot of us; twelve kids, two adults a few neighbors and a bunch of pets. We have kids from all sorts of varying circumstances; orphaned, neglected, the street etc.; kids who tell stories about how they used to spend their nights dangling from the roof while stuffed inside a potato sack and kids who may not truly believe that the guy who raped them was a bad guy. We have 12-year olds that wet the bed every night and a Great Dane that gets nervous around kittens. I guess it is only fitting that I will be part of the duo heading up this family. And yes, we do think of ourselves as a family, and no, I do not really know what I am doing.
Wake up, eat, school, homework, play, eat, bathe, story and sleep. That is our daily itinerary. It doesn’t really sound like something that inherently involves chaos, but it does. That will be a later message.
My main goal at the moment is just to continue to earn the trust of those around me. They all call me dad but I know that at this point it is more of a formality than a relationship. We grow closer every day. For some it is easy and for others it is not. For some of them the concept of “dad” is completely new and for others it may have connotations that we prefer not to think about. I will be working to change those - one day at a time. I've heard that people tend to view God as having the same characteristics that their father has. Gulp.
In order to work with orthotics or prosthetics (my degrees) I would need to get certified. I am hoping to hear back within a week or two on the next steps I would need to take (EDIT: I am either being aggressively ignored or they are on serious “African Time.” If that works out and one of the two places here is willing to sponsor my work visa then I will pursue that route as well. Despite spending the last four years in school for a specific career field, I am not too anxious about the thought that my paperwork is likely being used as a coaster somewhere. I already have a full-time job; it just doesn’t pay very well.
That’s all for now, you can expect a proper missionary update letter sometime soon. It will be a little more pious and maybe even have some bold-face-print or italics. I will try to get out a few blogs as well over the next few years.
The cat is now sleeping.
Love you guys,
Mark
In a few hours I will wander down the rocky sidewalk and into Sarah’s half-painted kitchen. If I play my cards right I will be greeted by half-eaten bowls of oatmeal and a floor covered in Corn Flake residue. If I am early I will be greeted by a bunch of 8-12 yr-olds that refer to me as dad, like hugs and lack a proper understanding of what one’s attitude should be like on a Monday morning.
This is my first blog as a father, thus I feel as if I should have something profound to say. Unfortunately I do not. (EDIT: take care of your kids). Instead I will try to give you a glimpse into what life is like for me.
There are a lot of us; twelve kids, two adults a few neighbors and a bunch of pets. We have kids from all sorts of varying circumstances; orphaned, neglected, the street etc.; kids who tell stories about how they used to spend their nights dangling from the roof while stuffed inside a potato sack and kids who may not truly believe that the guy who raped them was a bad guy. We have 12-year olds that wet the bed every night and a Great Dane that gets nervous around kittens. I guess it is only fitting that I will be part of the duo heading up this family. And yes, we do think of ourselves as a family, and no, I do not really know what I am doing.
Wake up, eat, school, homework, play, eat, bathe, story and sleep. That is our daily itinerary. It doesn’t really sound like something that inherently involves chaos, but it does. That will be a later message.
My main goal at the moment is just to continue to earn the trust of those around me. They all call me dad but I know that at this point it is more of a formality than a relationship. We grow closer every day. For some it is easy and for others it is not. For some of them the concept of “dad” is completely new and for others it may have connotations that we prefer not to think about. I will be working to change those - one day at a time. I've heard that people tend to view God as having the same characteristics that their father has. Gulp.
In order to work with orthotics or prosthetics (my degrees) I would need to get certified. I am hoping to hear back within a week or two on the next steps I would need to take (EDIT: I am either being aggressively ignored or they are on serious “African Time.” If that works out and one of the two places here is willing to sponsor my work visa then I will pursue that route as well. Despite spending the last four years in school for a specific career field, I am not too anxious about the thought that my paperwork is likely being used as a coaster somewhere. I already have a full-time job; it just doesn’t pay very well.
That’s all for now, you can expect a proper missionary update letter sometime soon. It will be a little more pious and maybe even have some bold-face-print or italics. I will try to get out a few blogs as well over the next few years.
The cat is now sleeping.
Love you guys,
Mark
Friday, December 19, 2008
New book/blog
Well, I have plans for a great novel. One that could easily be translated into a blockbuster! It deals with all sorts of typical movie themes all lumped into one. It also begins the transition of my blog from pointless text floating through cyberspace into genius. Yes, my blog is now genius.
So here is the basic outline. I am kind of thinking of this idea at the moment, so we'll see.
It begins with a pack of werewolves in central MN. We'll say Long Prairie. And they are typical werewolves except the problem they face is that after they spend a night under the full moon killing and eating cattle, they turn back into humans and find themselves out in the middle of nowhere, naked, and it's 0 degrees outside. I mean who has never been there before? So we will have different stories from the lens of the werewolves who must find out how to stop dying, the populace which is terrified from all these cattle killings as well as frozen naked corpses found in the middle of fields etc. And of course you have the sheriff (think Tommy Lee Jones) trying to put all the pieces together before he retires in 6 months. Oh, and just for fun I guess we might as well have one of the main werewolves head over heels for the sheriff's daughter who is helping him on the case.
So here is the basic outline. I am kind of thinking of this idea at the moment, so we'll see.
It begins with a pack of werewolves in central MN. We'll say Long Prairie. And they are typical werewolves except the problem they face is that after they spend a night under the full moon killing and eating cattle, they turn back into humans and find themselves out in the middle of nowhere, naked, and it's 0 degrees outside. I mean who has never been there before? So we will have different stories from the lens of the werewolves who must find out how to stop dying, the populace which is terrified from all these cattle killings as well as frozen naked corpses found in the middle of fields etc. And of course you have the sheriff (think Tommy Lee Jones) trying to put all the pieces together before he retires in 6 months. Oh, and just for fun I guess we might as well have one of the main werewolves head over heels for the sheriff's daughter who is helping him on the case.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Pop quiz
A Chicago guy. Graduated from Harvard. Very interested in politics. Half Kenyan, half white. Really liked by Mark. You guessed it. Tom Morello!
I was working yesterday, trying to find a way to kill time. We were listening to the radio and they said that TM would be at the Electric Fetus. My "client" didn't seem too interested in the idea and I didn't want to push it on him. But he eventually caved. TM would be playing a few songs and signing autographs for his show later that night. So we went and when we got our autographs TM says something like "hey, are you guys coming to the show?" We say no and then he asks us if we want to. We of course say yes and then he tells his right hand man or whoever to add us to the guest list. Then at the show we get a guy with a flashlight to escort us right up to the very front of the crowd. And I got paid the whole time...it was pretty cool
The thing I think makes him a really cool guitar player is not that he just rocks...which he does, but rather that I could listen to 5 seconds of any of his solos and immediately know who it is. Every rock band has a guitar player who launches into solos in every other song. But they all kind of sound the same. Maybe he just has a bad guitar or something and that is why it is so identifiable. I don't know. He also tears up the harmonica which I discovered last night.
I was working yesterday, trying to find a way to kill time. We were listening to the radio and they said that TM would be at the Electric Fetus. My "client" didn't seem too interested in the idea and I didn't want to push it on him. But he eventually caved. TM would be playing a few songs and signing autographs for his show later that night. So we went and when we got our autographs TM says something like "hey, are you guys coming to the show?" We say no and then he asks us if we want to. We of course say yes and then he tells his right hand man or whoever to add us to the guest list. Then at the show we get a guy with a flashlight to escort us right up to the very front of the crowd. And I got paid the whole time...it was pretty cool
The thing I think makes him a really cool guitar player is not that he just rocks...which he does, but rather that I could listen to 5 seconds of any of his solos and immediately know who it is. Every rock band has a guitar player who launches into solos in every other song. But they all kind of sound the same. Maybe he just has a bad guitar or something and that is why it is so identifiable. I don't know. He also tears up the harmonica which I discovered last night.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Self Defense Videos
There are a lot of them online. Some are really good. Some are really dumb. While I am not opposed to selling crap to suckers for their hard earned cash, I opposed to wearing a blackbelt and then telling poor little Harley how he can make a not so bad situation much worse for himself.
Yes Harley, when the bully grabs your shirt...just poke him in the belly with your fingers. I am sure he won't proceed to give you the beating of your life.
Yes Harley, when the bully grabs your shirt...just poke him in the belly with your fingers. I am sure he won't proceed to give you the beating of your life.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Dream Blog!
I missed the bus because I was picking corn. But imagined the corn would be fun to draw during recess.
-dream journal from last night.
I seem to be a pretty laid back guy, even in my dreams. I missed the bus? So what! I have this cool ear of corn that I am going to draw during recess. How am I going to get to recess if I missed the bus? Who cares!?!?! I have corn and I am excited about it.
Yes Mark, you are care-free, in touch with the environment, artistic, always looking forward to things...and irresponsible when it comes to school and punctuality. I should analyze dreams.
-dream journal from last night.
I seem to be a pretty laid back guy, even in my dreams. I missed the bus? So what! I have this cool ear of corn that I am going to draw during recess. How am I going to get to recess if I missed the bus? Who cares!?!?! I have corn and I am excited about it.
Yes Mark, you are care-free, in touch with the environment, artistic, always looking forward to things...and irresponsible when it comes to school and punctuality. I should analyze dreams.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Legalism blog
I've been thinking I should start (or convert this blog) a blog solely dedicated to legalism. But then I decided one probably already exists and is much better than I could ever do. Here is an excerpt I stumbled upon. Of course I don't know the context of everything and it is just a short paragraph, but anyway, these things always kind of irritate me:
When Short -Termers Conduct is an Embarrassment! Listen!
"Some members of a short-term team visited a local disco hall seeking entertainment. They took alcohol in public—a scandal for the local community. In another case, two members of the short-term team were smoking—an embarrassment to local believers and the host pastor. The two were also seen with local girls who made their living from prostitution. The host of this team said that with few exceptions, “they do not build relationships; they come for projects.” A pastor’s wife was puzzled that the short-term mission often turns out to be a vacation, which raises questions about the sincerity of some short-term missionaries. She asked, ‘Do they come here to do the holiday thing or do they come here to minister?”
Scandalous!
When Short -Termers Conduct is an Embarrassment! Listen!
"Some members of a short-term team visited a local disco hall seeking entertainment. They took alcohol in public—a scandal for the local community. In another case, two members of the short-term team were smoking—an embarrassment to local believers and the host pastor. The two were also seen with local girls who made their living from prostitution. The host of this team said that with few exceptions, “they do not build relationships; they come for projects.” A pastor’s wife was puzzled that the short-term mission often turns out to be a vacation, which raises questions about the sincerity of some short-term missionaries. She asked, ‘Do they come here to do the holiday thing or do they come here to minister?”
Scandalous!
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I have Aspergers Syndrome
Maybe you think people with mental disabilities are unable, by definition, to properly diagnose themselves. But I bet to differ. I work with kids with Aspergers. Working with these kids has led me to conclude that either A. I have Aspergers or B. they are normal. What I am trying to say is their "problems" are the same that I have had. While Wikipedia offers several symptoms to define this condition, none of the kids exhibits any of them other than the avoidance of and uncomfortable feelings around people.
My mom said that she was worried that my teachers would think I was abused. I went to one day of basketball, cried and went home. I remember the first day of swimming lessons. I cried and went home. Karate didn't last long either. I peed my pants in kindergarten because I was too afraid to ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. My second grade report card said that I was getting so much better and that I found a friend to sit with on the steps during recess. I think the reason hockey lasted was because I got to wear a helmet or something...I don't know. Mom, if you can think of other embarrassing examples, feel free to share them.
Two of the kids aren't even as bad as I was. One is worse. So what's the point of this blog? I don't know. I was never told I had a disability, nor was I given any meds. Were I born in the metro area 15 years later, I would have been. It is frustrating working with these kids. Not so much because they frustrate me, but because their families do. One of the kids is allowed to play video games all his non-school and non-sleeping hours. One of the kid's parents monitors every single thing he does. Non of these kids have any friends. They aren't forced to do anything outside of their comfort zones.
Anyway, this blog comes after a frustrating two hour workday. The kid wouldn't shut off the computer, then he went nuts, spitting and breaking everything. I went home and my boss is now working.
My mom said that she was worried that my teachers would think I was abused. I went to one day of basketball, cried and went home. I remember the first day of swimming lessons. I cried and went home. Karate didn't last long either. I peed my pants in kindergarten because I was too afraid to ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. My second grade report card said that I was getting so much better and that I found a friend to sit with on the steps during recess. I think the reason hockey lasted was because I got to wear a helmet or something...I don't know. Mom, if you can think of other embarrassing examples, feel free to share them.
Two of the kids aren't even as bad as I was. One is worse. So what's the point of this blog? I don't know. I was never told I had a disability, nor was I given any meds. Were I born in the metro area 15 years later, I would have been. It is frustrating working with these kids. Not so much because they frustrate me, but because their families do. One of the kids is allowed to play video games all his non-school and non-sleeping hours. One of the kid's parents monitors every single thing he does. Non of these kids have any friends. They aren't forced to do anything outside of their comfort zones.
Anyway, this blog comes after a frustrating two hour workday. The kid wouldn't shut off the computer, then he went nuts, spitting and breaking everything. I went home and my boss is now working.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Boys and Reading
According to the Strib, boys don't read as much as girls.
The article focused on teachers trying to get boys to read more. Read it and let me know what your opinions are if you have any. I found it interesting for several reasons. One, I never read any books as a kid. I hated reading, to some extent I still do. But somehow I am able to read things at a normal level if not better. I don't know how this happened. It seems, at least for me, that learning and being able to read were very separated from the desire to read.
Another reason I found this interesting is that the Strib actually published an article about differences between boys and girls in school. It seems to me that our culture tends to tell us that gender plays no role in things such as this. Then the Strib went even further and sort of suggested that by incorporating sports etc. that it can encourage them to read. It's like something pulled straight out of the 50's!
Here are my theories, and you better leave yours.
I think boys in general are less interested in stories. It doesn't matter if it's about baseball, girls, bugs or guts. They just don't care about stories. Women like stories. There are lots of emotions in stories. Boys typically don't want anything to do with emotions.
Boys are adventurous. They like learning, it's just that a lot of what they want to learn about has nothing to do with whatever reading assignment they have in their bag.
If you gave a boys a bunch of chemicals, materials and an instruction manual on how to build a simple bomb, they without a doubt would (after their intuition failed) pick up the manual, read it, and then blow up some small animal that they learned how to trap from their boy scouts field manual.
So, to end this crappy blog, I will offer public school teachers my advice on how to get kids to read. Give them a constructive assignment that forces them to use their brain and somehow obtain relevant knowledge in order to proceed.
Or....tell them that they don't have to read, but if they don't they will grow up and most likely make much less than their reading counterparts. They will then wish they could read but won't have the motivation to learn. So, they better just learn to read now because if they don't they will be held back a year and all the older and bigger kids will think they are losers and probably kick the crap out of them at recess...while of course taunting them for being so stupid. Then they will be stupid, beat up, and on the road to poverty.
The End.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Amazon.com book reviewer of the year.
Mike A., if you haven't seen the blog of Jon Swift, I highly recommend it. Even though I don't know you so well I think for some reason you would like it. Colleen, maybe a little, Laura, not so much. Mom, I have no idea. And if you weren't mentioned, I'm sorry, maybe you should leave a comment once a month so I can better tailor my blogs to a specific audience.
Anyway, I stumbled onto this blogger site. And he has a blog dedicated to all his Amazon.com book comments (above link). He said he compiled them after Amazon started deleting them. I have actually been laughing out loud reading this, I never do that. Couple examples:
The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx
I think it's illegal to read this, January 19, 2006
I have not actually read this book and I believe, in fact, that it is illegal to read it, or soon will be.
Fight Back : Tackling Terrorism, Liddy Style by G. Gordon Liddy
2 of 32 people found the following review helpful:
Rational, commonsense ideas, February 17, 2006
I have not actually read this book but I'm sure Mr. Liddy has some rational, commonsense ideas for fighting terrorism. For example, one thing terrorists want to do is to instill fear and Mr. Liddy is an expert at that. To get over his fears he once cooked and ate a rat, climbed a tree in a thunderstorm and held his hand over an open flame until it burned his flesh. If all Americans followed Mr. Liddy's lead and did these simple things that anyone can do at home I don't think we would have to worry about terrorism anymore.
Anyway, I stumbled onto this blogger site. And he has a blog dedicated to all his Amazon.com book comments (above link). He said he compiled them after Amazon started deleting them. I have actually been laughing out loud reading this, I never do that. Couple examples:
The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx
I think it's illegal to read this, January 19, 2006
I have not actually read this book and I believe, in fact, that it is illegal to read it, or soon will be.
Fight Back : Tackling Terrorism, Liddy Style by G. Gordon Liddy
2 of 32 people found the following review helpful:
Rational, commonsense ideas, February 17, 2006
I have not actually read this book but I'm sure Mr. Liddy has some rational, commonsense ideas for fighting terrorism. For example, one thing terrorists want to do is to instill fear and Mr. Liddy is an expert at that. To get over his fears he once cooked and ate a rat, climbed a tree in a thunderstorm and held his hand over an open flame until it burned his flesh. If all Americans followed Mr. Liddy's lead and did these simple things that anyone can do at home I don't think we would have to worry about terrorism anymore.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
English teaching in Japan
My lessons were really nothing like this (warning, it's even awkward watching it by yourself).
Bad Case Of Diarrhea - Watch more free videos
Bad Case Of Diarrhea - Watch more free videos
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Enjoy your job
No doubt, some of you are reading this as you suffer through work...or maybe even the dreaded job search. It's important to remember that no matter how difficult it seems, life could always be worse.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Drums
I really like the drums. I can't play them but I wish I could. They are my favorite instrument. For this reason, bands like Tool are amongst my favorites even though I don't like much else about them. They have an awesome drummer. And what else could be cooler than taking an otherwise crappy song, adding drums to it, and making it cool?
Fortunately for my brain, I haven't been forced by some radio somewhere to hear this song over and over again. I didn't even realize the first time I heard it that Soulja Boy was some form of ebonics or something for Soldier Boy. I thought it had something to do with Soul and maybe Ja Rule. Who knows. Anyway. Turn it up and enjoy.
PS, I always kind of feel like an internet letdown when I see a youtube video that has been seen 6 million times before I've seen it. Oh well.
Fortunately for my brain, I haven't been forced by some radio somewhere to hear this song over and over again. I didn't even realize the first time I heard it that Soulja Boy was some form of ebonics or something for Soldier Boy. I thought it had something to do with Soul and maybe Ja Rule. Who knows. Anyway. Turn it up and enjoy.
PS, I always kind of feel like an internet letdown when I see a youtube video that has been seen 6 million times before I've seen it. Oh well.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Howler monkeys
I was scrolling through my old blogs from my Central America trip and I read about how howler monkeys were my new fav animal. I have told people this before but I of course can't reproduce the sound they make. They are soooo cool. I can't imagine what I would have thought had I heard them while I was alone and didn't know what they were. Turn up the sound and enjoy!
PS, this video is from Tikal, a place that I visited...that's cool I guess
PS, this video is from Tikal, a place that I visited...that's cool I guess
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Accidental racism
Lopez spills beans on baby
Now to me, just by the definition, there is no such thing as accidental racism. I just thought this headline was hilarious and I can't think of a better way of describing it.
Now to me, just by the definition, there is no such thing as accidental racism. I just thought this headline was hilarious and I can't think of a better way of describing it.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
We don't need no water
As of Tuesday, 18 of 23 wildfires in Southern California were completely under control, and the remainder were at least 70 percent contained, according to the Department of Forestry and Fire Protection.
The fires are blamed for 14 deaths and charred more than 508,000 acres, destroying about 1,600 homes.
Instead of trying to control the fires...why don't they just let them burn? It seems like it is just a matter of time before all dead wood just burns, so why hold out until it all happens at once? And Buckweed? What is that? Sounds pretty useless. It just seems so weird that California has basically been on fire as long as I can remember. Maybe if they would stop using all this energy on preventing it, and at the same time harness all this potential energy...then they would have more energy *thank you* and thus less energy shortage problems.
And we put in zillions of dollars into anti-terrorist stuff securing this securing that etc. But an 8 year old kid can do all this damage, and by accident to. He should get a medal, I mean really, just think of all the damage he could do with just a little bad intent.
And out of curiosity, does anyone know if there are any other regions in the world that just happen to be perpetually burning (and no sarcasm)? Maybe some day I'll google it.
Last fire blog ever, promise.
Mark
The fires are blamed for 14 deaths and charred more than 508,000 acres, destroying about 1,600 homes.
Instead of trying to control the fires...why don't they just let them burn? It seems like it is just a matter of time before all dead wood just burns, so why hold out until it all happens at once? And Buckweed? What is that? Sounds pretty useless. It just seems so weird that California has basically been on fire as long as I can remember. Maybe if they would stop using all this energy on preventing it, and at the same time harness all this potential energy...then they would have more energy *thank you* and thus less energy shortage problems.
And we put in zillions of dollars into anti-terrorist stuff securing this securing that etc. But an 8 year old kid can do all this damage, and by accident to. He should get a medal, I mean really, just think of all the damage he could do with just a little bad intent.
And out of curiosity, does anyone know if there are any other regions in the world that just happen to be perpetually burning (and no sarcasm)? Maybe some day I'll google it.
Last fire blog ever, promise.
Mark
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Dating Services
I will be honest, I only thought of one of my friends when I saw this. I won't say who she is. I will only say...Colleen, if you ever find yourself on a date with one of these guys...just call me.
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