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What do you do when your employer allows the reinstatement of a corrupt punk co-worker, who was fired for gross misconduct and vandalism of company property? What do you do when this punk (who was a popular member of the union good-old boy club) made your life hell everyday for the past two years, via his intentional sabotage of your job.....in addition to blackballing you because you dared to stand up to his buddy, a drunken loser who was abusive to you everyday (and got himself fired for it)? What do you do when your employer tells you that this punk is being reinstated to his job after SEVEN MONTHS? What do you do when you are being forcibly demoted back to your old job, on the SAME SHIFT as this punk, destined to endure the same abuse and disrespect for who knows how long.....? Years, perhaps....? YOU QUIT. That is what you do. I don't care about the huge loss of revenue. I don't care about the uncertainty of my future. I don't care about having to move in with my mother until I can start all over again....which may be never. ANYTHING is better than going back to that horrible job with such impotent management and such horrible co-workers. Grain dust everywhere. Freezing cold. Working 6-7 days a week. Asshole union goonbahs. Cowardly and incompetent managers. http://www.lixlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/quitlol.gif

Wow! You've got balls...and more power to you. Good luck in the future. Just by reading your posts here, if you decide to work for someone else, they're getting a hell of a bright, industrious employee. The best of luck to you!!!!!

Takeout chinese food from PF Changs..... :drool: :drool:

The album Underjordisk Tusmorke by Tusmorke is up on Progstreaming and it is epic! :haz:

Gwilled cheese and tomato soup.

The Indigo Bunting I go to the door often. Night and summer. Crickets lift their cries. I know you are out. You are driving late through the summer night. I do not know what will happen, I have no claim on you. I am one star you have as guide; others love you, the night so dark over the Azores. You have been working outdoors, gone all week. I feel you in this lamp lit so late. As I reach for it I feel myself driving through the night. I love a firmness in you that disdains the trivial and regains the difficult. You become part then of the firmness of night, the granite holding up walls. There were women in Egypt who supported with their firmness the stars as they revolved, hardly aware of the passage from night to day and back to night. I love you where you go through the night, not swerving, clear as the indigo bunting in her flight, passing over two thousand miles of ocean. -- Robert Bly LOVE this poem. LOVE this poet. Every single word he has ever written astonishes me.

Stars Over the Dordogne Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless. The woods are a well. The stars drop silently. They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible. Nor do they send up fires where they fall Or any signal of distress or anxiousness. They are eaten immediately by the pines. Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort. And they are wan, dulled by much travelling. The smaller and more timid never arrive at all But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust. They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost. But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble, They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets. The Big Dipper is my only familiar. I miss Orion and Cassiopeia's Chair. Maybe they are Hanging shyly under the studded horizon Like a child's too-simple mathematical problem. Infinite number seems to be the issue up there. Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright I am overlooking them by looking too hard. Perhaps it is the season that is not right. And what if the sky here is no different, And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves? Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me. The few I am used to are plain and durable; I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth Or much company, or the mildness of the south. They are too puritan and solitary for that— When one of them falls it leaves a space, A sense of absence in its old shining place. And where I lie now, back to my own dark star, I see those constellations in my head, Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard. There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well. On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes And drink the small night chill like news of home. -- Sylvia Plath

The Beautiful Changes One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changed By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it; As a mantis, arranged On a green leaf, grows Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows. Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonder. -- Richard Wilbur

The Span Of Life by Robert Frost The old dog barks backwards without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup.

Personally I think the setlist is amazing, but if given the keys to the kingdom i would switch out these: YYZ for Main Monkey Biz Bravado/The Pass for Working Them Angels Red Sector A for Losing It Manhattan Project/Dreamline for Ghost of a Chance

you know, i think we've all learned a valuable lesson here today. i don't know what that lesson is, but i am confident that we've learned it, and for now, that is enough.

Religulous was some of his best work I've seen.

GhostGirl, x'49', Sheldon, Bob, Steevo, treeduck, TM, Babycat, Your_Lion, librarian, snowdogged, LABT, Animate, Rick, Tinwoodsman, goose, default236 (who was there for #2112), drbirdsong. I think I got all of you. all of you :kisshug:

Losing It would be nice! :rush: The only problem is the amount of tears that would be shed by the audience, the auditorium staff would have to mop up during the interval!!

The ketchup ruined it. I might have been okay with just the box 'o mac and the Spam.... I love how the Canadians call it Kraft Dinner, and we call it mac-and-cheese.

I'm there on the Goodreads.but lately I keep forgetting to update it when I read something new. I don't like the rating thing either. 5 stars is not a wide enough span to rate something as many faceted as a written work.

:cheers: Welcome! :rush: :haz: :cheers:

The ketchup ruined it. I might have been okay with just the box 'o mac and the Spam.... Just give me the Kraft mac and cheese!

Upload them to Photobucket, then just copy the IMG codes and paste them here. Hey Cyg, what the heck is Cinncinati chili? I might have to try that one... not in Cincinnati though, in Canada. Can you lay down the ingredients for me? She might mean Skyline Chili.

Uh... okay, I apologize in advance for grossing anyone out.. but tonight I had Kraft Dinner and fried Spam, with ketchup on everything. And, I actually finished it... now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the outhouse.

Had a cheesesteak, jack and blue bites (Monterey jack cheese dipped in a buffalo wing batter and deep fried -- they are ADDICTIVE.....like mozzarella sticks only 10,000 times better!) and two Blue Moon drafts. A nirvana of a meal.

Too much music for vinyl but on my iPod, it's all one big album anyway. Lots of CA in today's mix for some reason, The Seeker, too - a great song. PeW has two "weak" tracks, imo. I'm one of the heretics who isn't a nut for JL. :o Cool riff to play and a nifty song to count to, but it is just a mediocre song to me. I recall reading/hearing sometime back that they didn't like they way it sounded live (I presume mixed with the rest of the material in the show). If that is true, I don't expect it anytime soon. And, I can only theorize it is a bit of a downer with a moderate rhythm and it is quite lengthy. They've done everything from PeW except Different Strings, at least I've never seen them do it live - which is too bad, I really like that song - but it is a weaker track on the album. A testament to how good the songs are on the rest of the album. TSOR and Freewill are staples and I always want to see them. Fantastic to see Entre Nous get some love last tour. NatSci is wonderful and wonderful and wonderful. Moving Pictures is in a different league. The opening side is a barrage with no rest. The texture on the second side is gorgeous. The Camera Eye! The focus is sharp in the city. Race the oncoming night and flow through streets of the city. Geddy's and Alex's tones during Alex's second solo are astounding. So round. So beefy. Witch Hunt slows a bit but lyrically is devastating - just think of how many great lyrics are contained in that 4+ minutes. Vital Signs. Again, that stellar tone and lyrically succinct. Geddy, Alex and Neil in their prime. You can mess with a classic, TBR, but why would you want to mess with MP or PeW? ;) Oyay, Cyg... "them there's fattin' words." Jacob's Ladder could be THE best Rush song ever. I think I'll have to challenge on that one... (You're still cool though.)

Men's lenses She is like the world to me Eyes blue like the clear waters of a tropical beach Her personality - Promising How I perceived it to be Her face glows brightness - Like the morning sun Her beauty - is everything to me how everything should be Most of all What I love about her most are her tits -B. Lee

*tentative prod of a paw* :musicnote: What does this unknown word mean? I looked in the dictionary, couldn't find the word. I searched here, I searched there, Nary a word to be heard... :musicnote: Just made it up, it's ambivalence about the number thirteen Not to be confused with tristadekapathy. It's a condition where you just don't care about...ahh, f* it...

Portrait She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing From the steep beach. Nor hold to pain's effrontery Her body's bulwark, stern and savage, Nor be a glass, where to foresee Another's ravage. What she has gathered and what lost, She will not find to lose again. She is possessed by time, who once Was loved by men. -- Louise Bogan

Questions? Question me about my faith and my answer is love Question me about my love and my answer is life Question me about my life and my answer is my faith -B.Lee

Pondering ...Sometimes I wonder how it will turn Just experiences we all learn ...Sometimes I see how you feel A poor soul begs for his next meal ...Sometimes I know how it all ends Now I redefine the term "friends" ...Sometimes I look for my false-god Another used-salesman, smile, or fraud ...Sometimes I sit all day and repeat 'WHY' And those stars fill the night-lit sky -B. Lee

'Til Death Here I thought you were waiting at the gates of heaven in world's end So kiss me if it's the last taste of your toxic lips so red from my blood glaring at the sunset before we die as the sky turns brighter than a thousand suns -B. Lee

Where Flesh Circulates Its so hard to remember in the world - - Weren’t you there? Dead so you think of ports - - Couldn’t reach flesh - - Might have to reach flesh from anybody - - And i will depart under the Red Masters for strange dawn words of color exalting their falling on my face impending attack satellite in a Gold and perfumes of light city red stone shadows brick terminal time wet dream flesh creakily the the last feeble faces fountains play stale spit from crumpled cloth Weimar youths on my face bodies where flesh circulates Masters of color exalting their dogs impending attack of light unaware of the vagrant shadows on the Glass and Metal Streets silver flying scanning patterns electric dogs dark street life ”Here he is now” staring out from the dawn he strode toward the flesh jissom webs drifting where identity scarred metal faces masturbating ”Who him?” spitting blood laugh on the iron afternoons ejaculates wet dream flesh in red brick Terminal Time red nitrous fumes under the orange gas flares grey metal fall out on terminal cities to the shrinking sky fading color sewage delta caught in this dead whistle stop post card sky dead rainbow flesh and copper pagodas flickered on the in a city of red stone black skin work fish smell and dead eyes in doorways red water words spitting blood laugh sharp as water reeds fish syllables stirring this Moroccan sunlight vagrant noon station spent in the mirror dawn jissom webs drifting rainbow speeded up from afternoon’s slow ferris wheel flesh. - William S. Burroughs

Picturesque Winter ski hills soft and white Autumn colours naturally bright Summer vacations and time consumed Spring flowers and their natural bloom The son sliding into home plate The daughter as she learns to skate Children together at the campground Young babies with smiles all around A family portrait so naturally cliche A wedding photo capturing the big day Lovely couples with affection We see picture perfection A deadly car accident so grotesque Why can't life be so picturesque? -B. Lee

YES, Barney!! You are kicking some ass with WCW and St. Vincent Millay!! Read so many poems by them, currently reading a book of Emily Dickinson's stuff!

Love me some Emily, but OMG that poor, tortured girl! My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Ach, bleak stuff! Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held by just ourselves, and Immortality. Yeah. Pretty bleak. But we still love her. But that bitch needed to learn how to make titles fire her poems.

:goodone: I think about this one from time to time when I'm I standing outside while snow is falling. Love how the form replicates the random patterns of softly falling snow. And he breaks up the words "everywhere" and "snow" to make the words "here" and "now." So it's like he is writing the poem as he is watching the snow falling. I always liked that interpretation.

The fat transplant was a success.

Autumn Daybreak Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How may boughs, lashed bare by this, Will rake the cluttered sky once more. Tardy, and somewhat south of east, The sun will rise at length, made known More by the meagre light increased Than by a disk in splendour shown; When, having but to turn my head, Through the stripped maple I shall see, Bleak and remembered, patched with red, The hill all summer hid from me. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Approach of Winter The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine-- like no leaf that ever was-- edge the bare garden. - William Carlos Williams

I don't care for the type of movies being discussed, so for me.... when they wreck the Ferrari at the end of Ferris Bueller

Why would anyone want to move anywhere where there are so many Brewer and Packer fans?

Damn, you really ARE bored, arent ya!

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credibility's temerity To dare. Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, But then, Eternity enables the endeavoring Again. -Emily Dickinson

e. e. cummings beautiful is the unmea ning of (sil ently) fal ling (e ver yw here) s now

I'm not sure what that lesson is either, Goobs, but I do like your post..! :)

Welcome to the Hall!!! congrats! :ebert: :clap:

Ravens are going to be tough, but Pats are at home. The Ravens barely beat them last time (the Pats looked bad that day) but they've both gotten better since then. Pats are hungry. Bring on Baltimore. We can send you home too. ;) I hope. Go Pats! :cheerleader:

Purtty cool. I love what Google does with their logo. They have someone there with mad skills.

Okay, Cygnus, you're staring to make me think this one through one more time... how about if we take The Camera Eye, remove it from MP and simply add it to PeW? Now, THAT would be THE best SOB of an effing dad gum, gosh dang it Rush album! See, I'm waaaaaaaaaaaay smarter than I think I thought I was!

SOB!! I am seeing this for sure!

Or that Dr Oz is there with his "body organ" collection to show what doping does to the body.

I agree to that...5 stars is very vague. It should be a scale of 1-10. You can't even do half stars. Those who want to connect, my account is blee3x