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May 26th, 2007Insert witty blurb here…
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Slightly related, I read on Reddit that one of those links occasionally injected a trojan into computers where the user was browsing with IE. Don’t use IE. Please.
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Playing a critical role in the formation of fetal brains.
Suppressing short term memory while increasing overall brain activity.
Biology is incredibly complex. The fact that plants and animals make so many chemicals which the other finds so useful is amazing (one man’s shit is another plant’s buffet). The miracles of botany…
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I mean, I like pulling the ladder out of the pool as much as the next guy…but a movie???
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This is my problem: visceral fat.
“So if you thought fat just sat there soaking up excess calories from your diet, you were wrong. Think of fat as another organ in the body, one that plays a role—and mostly a negative one in the case of visceral fat—in governing particular body processes.
One such process is the amount of blood sugar (glucose) the body is able to use. Briefly, the system works like this: Insulin is the chemical produced by the pancreas that allows energy-giving glucose to enter muscle and fat cells. Somehow, the presence of excessive visceral fat triggers the liver into producing an overload of fatty acids (the building blocks of fat) that causes cells to become resistant to insulin. The result is that not enough glucose can reach cells, some of which weaken or die. Metabolic Syndrome or Type II diabetes, depending on the exact nature of the process, are the official names given to insulin resistance. Once cells have become insulin resistant, the table is set for hypertension (high blood pressure), heart disease and stroke. In women, excess visceral fat is also associated with a higher risk of breast cancer.
That’s the bad news.
The good news is that visceral fat can be vanquished through vigorous exercise. A Duke University study published in 2003 demonstrated that those who exercised at a level equivalent to 17 miles of jogging a week reduced their visceral fat 8.6 percent after eight months. Those who exercised less frequently or at a lesser intensity did not lose or gain any visceral fat.”
Great. 17 miles a week for eight months to lose 9%…I gotta spend more time on the exercise bike…
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You know those silly little deluded monkeys who think some old white guy made the world go ‘poof’ into existance 10,000 years ago? Ever run into one? Did you think to yourself ‘Jesus H Fucking Christ, where do I start with this asshat’? Did you perhaps say those words out loud?
Anyway…when the mental midget squeaks out a turd and proclaims it the ‘Wurd of the Lurd’, try some of these responses on their asses…
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Ahh…from the spirit of assclowns who brought you the Freedom Fry, may I present a story about the true nature of the modern world we live in, “The Fascist Fry”.
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They are the party of Family Values, of Moral Uprighttitude, of Holy Indignation over the prohomofucking agenda of the liberal, Jesus-murdering Jew. Funny story about those conservatives, actually…
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Shame we got stalled on step 3. Looks like it is no soup for you. And by soup, I mean Liberty. And by you, I mean pretty much the entire fucking world.
It is only a matter of time, I guess. From that site:
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A little lighter. Weird Chinese torture results in grotesque deformation. Or incredibly hot sexy feet, if your into shit like that…
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You know, I’m a weird guy. I believe in a lot of shit that probably would get me institutionalized if I went around muttering it in public places, covered in my own urine. But one thing I’ve never really believed in were omens…that said, I’ve hit about four or five birds so far this spring in my car. Before that, ALL of the time I’ve been driving I’ve probably only hit two or three. What gives? What does it mean? Does it mean I should go buy a lottery ticket? Or that this year the birds are slightly less intelligent than previous batches? It feels unsettling. Yesterday I nearly clipped two, both barely slipped away. I wish I knew a witch to consult…
I appreciate you providing me with new reasons to want to participate in illegal activity. I could use some memory erasure. I wonder if marijuana shrinks other kinds of tumors? Maybe someone can blow it at Sebastian.
I looked around and found that birds represent thought, imagination, intuition, freedom. So maybe you’re killing your own thought, imagination, etc.
And this guy’s grandmother thought that if a frightened bird flew into her room it was a sign of impending doom: http://home.midmaine.com/~lopez/signs.htm
I don’t think those poor gimpy women would agree with the “a little lighter” intro.
Glad John McCain can still make a good decision on occasion…he’s against torture.
I found a weird little quote online:
‘The word “auspice,” meaning an omen or prognostication, is derived from a Latin word meaning “an observer of birds.”‘ I hope that I am not purposefully ignoring something profound that I am supposed to be conveying, the harmonic imbalance of which is causing small harmless animals to commit suicide on my windshield…the last one to do it, I actually flinched cause it would have hit me in the face. Thank goodness I “don’t believe in omens”. I’ll do what I can while trying to not feel too silly about being scared about folklore. Apparently my grandmothers sister and some of her other family were pretty spooky folks. Shame I didn’t know them when they were young. Not many folks like that around any more…
Marijuana is popularly considered to be toxic to animals. Of course, it also causes insanity and makes black men rape white women, so…
It was only lighter in the way that the topic was the lifelong suffering of women in China contrasted against the fact that the ‘leader of the free world’ is an insane puppet, controlled by dark and sinister forces with no internal moral compass.
I have a movie I must share, called “Terrorstorm” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0863037/. We watched it tonight, it was quite excellent. It is actually ‘by’ the guy behind the prisonplanet.com website, see below:
Jesus, I’m an insane raving lunatic. Pretty good stuff. I really didn’t remember the bit about the baseball bat: http://www.garrettsocling.com/2006/12/19/ok-someone-has-to-sit-down-with-john-mccain-and-explain-the-interwebs-to-him/
…causes our IQ’s to drop near to Chris Burke’s (http://www.chrisburke.org/index.php), and makes us eventually shoot heroin.
You are an insane raving lunatic. I don’t think you have to tell Jesus though. I bet he already knows. It’s funny you didn’t remember it. We (the Witches of Eastwick) reference it often. It’s my favorite sentence ever.
Oh, I forgot to come back and say I found out what the omen was.
My uncle was killed in a car accident a few days after this post.
I don’t think there was anything I could have done about it, but if this happens again I’ll put out an all-point-bulletin to take extra good care of yourselves :(