I'm so stupid, I signed up and got the Zot.

[hk409]

THIS SITE IS ZOT!

GIMME A BRAKE ALREADY! YOU GUYS MUST BE THE BIGEST MORONS ON THE WORLD! THE BIGEST MORONS NEXT TO THAT SOFTWARE COMPANY I USED TO VISIT SIX YEARS AGO! OY YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! EACH TIME I TRYED TO POST SOMETHING NO MATTER HOW SMART! NO MATTER HOW CONSERVATIVE! EVEN IF I BEND OVER BACK AND DO BACK FLIPS AND THEN BEND OVER FOR THAT DUMB LIBERAL WE UNFORTUNATELY ELECTED! EVEN IF SPELL CHECKER ARE WORKING I STILL GET THEN KICKED OFF!! THEN ZOTTED!! WHY? IS IT JUST BECAUSE I WRITE SO BRILLIANT? BOB RUNS THINGS HERE!? OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. MAEYBE PEEPLE LIKE JJFATE AND NOAH HORSEFLY IS ASKING FOR IT BUT WHAT ABOUT ME!

[tuliptree76]

What you gonna do when you finish? Find a cure for which there is no disease? :)

Actually, I want to teach when I'm finished.

[A CA Guy]

How did it suck the fumes into your apartment again?

[not-a-neocon]

"Thanks. Where were you reading it?"

Your profile.

[tuliptree76]

I've had a fan on and my windows open. The ventilation systems for the apartments are hooked together. It's flowing through the vents into my apartment.

[tuliptree76]

"Undergrad or overgrad" is a perfectly acceptable thing to say ... to us. We understand it.

I understand a lot of things that aren't "proper" English. And I've created a few words that aren't "proper" either. LOL!

[tuliptree76]

:-(

[NicknamedBob]

You need to reverse the airflow. Or block the vent.

Now you know why Tom Ridge wanted you to get some plastic and duct tape.

In a pinch, you can use a plastic trash bag, and even scotch tape.

[tuliptree76]

I turned off the furnace...so that's helping some.

[NicknamedBob]

I need to put more poetry on my profile page.

I was reading this one to my wife today.


“If you must, then sit beside me....
Tell me, why have I been weeping?” -- Dorothy Parker

Why Have I Been Weeping?

I see the faces in the park, and each one tells a story,
Some bitter from the striving, some faded with their glory.
Some look out on the park and see the life inside them,
And some have hurts upon their face with nowhere else to hide them.

A comely matron passes by, her pride protects her pain,
She doesn’t seem to notice that her smile is showing strain.
A pair of schoolgirls next are seen, and giggle as they pass,
I hope their laughter will grow up when laddy meets his lass.

An old man sits near dozing with the sun upon his face,
I know that in his mind he is no longer near this place.
Instead he walks with hand about the love that he once held,
And now he sits with frozen smile where happiness has gelled.

A woman looks into my eyes, a question seems to rise,
Although her lips say nothing it is clearly in her eyes.
“Oh, stranger, do you know the pain I’m feeling in my heart?
Can you tell why I’ve been weeping? Do you know what made me start?”

I only know the answer to a question still unasked,
For it is the answer always for the way we have been tasked.
The answer is to love someone, though someone brought you pain,
Even though you’re hurting now, you still must love again.

For love is still the answer to the way to get through life,
And it doesn’t matter if you fail, or if you live in strife.
You must share your pain and loneliness, and laugh it all away,
And you’ll find that pain is ebbing as love’s tide flows in today.

Step out of the shadow of the pain that brought you grief,
And hold a child, and see her smile, and you will feel relief.
No matter how you’re hurting, and no matter what you’ve lost,
There’s even more to be received, with negligible cost.

Your life has many turnings, at the end you may look back,
And though you know you lost something, there’s nothing that you lack.
The life that seemed so shattered has been made into a whole,
And your audience applauds you for your stunning, starring role.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . April 19, 2004

[not-a-neocon]

Bravo! Bravo!

Oh man this is beautiful.

Gonna save it and read it each time I feel lonely. Very uplifting.

[NicknamedBob]

Thanks. Here's another in honor of the fact that we are now in the Smokey Backroom.

The Vision

Standing on a balcony,
The vision entered like the night,
My followers were there with candles,
Faces lit with flickering light.

“An image came to me this day,
And I am here with my decision!”
A spokesman strode forth, arms upraised.
“Tell the vision. Tell the vision.”

I looked down into their hearts.
They sought wisdom, not advice.
Voices of their need called clearly,
I didn’t have to hear it twice.

I have seen our future living,
In a stolen moment’s act.
People stood and looked around them,
Arriving at a startling fact.

Spirits of tobacco leaf rise upward,
From a small inferno’s light.
A glimpse of Heaven and of Hell,
Packaged in a cylinder of white.

A slim and tidy package,
Product of the adman’s age.
Why do we listen to the shriekers,
And ignore the noble sage?

Some there are who say it’s evil,
Temptation prodding us to take,
A draught of something bound for Heaven,
And putting health itself at stake.

Think about the plant that’s growing,
Reaching down into the soil,
Finding bits to bring inside it,
Climbing by its act of toil.

Could it be that is our future?
Writhing in torment and hurt,
Trying thus to reach our heaven,
From this Hellish ball of dirt?

Every plant goes through this process,
Only this is sacrifice.
Who is worshipping a Heaven,
And who is giving bad advice?

Things that once seemed natural,
Have been given a revision.
Then the people murmur softly,
“Tell the vision. Tell the vision.”

We used to walk a path between,
The sunshine and the soil.
Part of nature’s world of plenty,
Nourished in our land of toil.

Something now has come to change us,
Make us just automatons.
Thinking that the only knowledge,
Is to know the goings-ons.

Why should we all be just alike,
Each and every one the same?
Who or what has done this to us?
Can anybody name the name?

The crowd then stood and milled about,
Understandings in collision,
But for one clear plaintive calling,
“Tell the vision. Tell the vision.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 4, 2004

[NicknamedBob]

That should do it for a while. I'm gonna say Good Night, now.

Y'all folks rest easy.

[international american]

last post??

[tuliptree76]

Good night, Bob. Pleasant dreams. I shall be going soon too.

[tuliptree76]

Not quite. ;-)

[not-a-neocon]

Good night and God bless you.

[not-a-neocon]

Good night and God bless you.

[not-a-neocon]

Good night all.

Good night tuliptree.

Time to close the lid on things for tonight.

[tuliptree76]

Good night not-a-neocon. Pleasant dreams.

[tuliptree76]

Night, IA. Looks like you get the night watch. ;-)