Another Day in the Service of my fellow man:

Thought for the Day:
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
James Branch Cabell


(Sister Mary-Computer Lab, discovers the joys of online romance)

Random Thoughts on Overcast Day: all starting with “I”:

I put on ten pounds on my trip to South Carolina.

I watch the following TV shows: Mythbusters, Law & Order C.I., Little Britain and 60 Minutes.

I think the people who follow Pat Roberson scare me more than he does.

I think that living off the grid on a self sufficient farm might turn out to be a damn good idea.

I feel at home in South Carolina, Indiana, and the Maritime Providences, (odd eh what?).

I think raising kids today is scary as fuck and know that I would be way to over protective.

I believe we are witnessing how Nazi Germany got started, right here.

I am a news junkie.

I am in fact left handed.

I am getting grey hair.

I am a Gemini.

I am currently a bad Catholic, but am going to Mass Wednesday.

I have pretty green eyes.

I drive a truck.

I read a book or two a week.

I am going nuts; there is no sunshine in this state.

I lead what to others is an interesting life, but to me is just another day.

I find it hard to let go of hate and I am known to hold a grudge.

I would like to visit India.

I want to go fly-fishing this spring.

I like most of America, am in debit up to my ass and the student loan ppl. are demons from hell.

I can tell that I am depressed; I have not been in the mood to cook.

I am haunted, by would of, should of, could of and wishes.

I am proud of my wife, my family and my friends.

I read last night that every time an old person dies it’s like burning a library.

I have been in to many fights and by fights I define them in the broadest sense.

I find that being around kids makes me wish I had some of my own.

I think I should quit reading Russian novels when I am in a mood like this.

I miss Sunsets.

I think that because my great grand father died at 29 from the Spanish Flu epidemic, this current Bird Flu thing is really getting my attention.

I wonder how many people know why “33” is on the back of every bottle of Rolling Rock.

I wish I was closer to some people and further away from others.

I was raised to feel less than and to this day it’s a struggle.

I believe we do what we know, but we can always know more.

I am thinking about shaving off my goatee and getting a high and tight hair cut.

I look good in a suit.

I don’t know my wines anymore, but do know my tobacco.

I miss the Army sometimes; at least I never had to worry about what to wear.

I am middle aged and friends what a long strange trip it’s been.

I have a hard time feeling, these days.

Your Album of the Week:


Your Mail Order Brides for the Week:
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http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=Lussy
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=Lara
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=Julia
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Your Bill for the Day:
"Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me."
--From Antony and Cleopatra (V, ii, 282-283)

Quote for the Day:
Be silent as to services you have rendered, but speak of favors you have received.
Seneca

I remain, the Star of the Movie that is my life and you all have a walk-on:

JQP esq.