7and8

7 needs to know. Space is weightless but what is really the probability of collision. If they have intertial dampers like the enterprise then the seat belt would be moot. However, they could be considered asthetic by 'pulling' the whole ensamble together.

Obviously Porkins didn't have/need one. The only way he was going to get out was by being blown apart. He knew that when he got in, his asto-mech made that "I'm screwed" whistle.

We must also consider the snow speeder (which had trouble adapting to the cold? What Lucas genious came up with that line). Aparently the same manufacturer. A two seater, unless you consider Dak, then he wasn't really all there now was he? It seemed to have a restraint system.

Also consider the y-wing. No one really considers the y-wing. It's the middle child of the fleet and forget the b-wing. It's just weird.

My vote is for yes as the rebelion needed to save as many asses as it could (sorry Porkins).

I have writers block. My mind keeps going but going in circles. I feel so cagey that I want to write about it. I sit down and the keyboard is as constipated as the mother-in-law without her morning prunes.
Write through it.
Write what you know.
Write through it.

Good thing is there isn't that much drama to require venting. I think I'm going into a holiday emotional hibernation/end-of-year thought production retool changeover.

Then there is the elusive laptop. I have been talking about a laptop for at least two and half years. I want something very specific and I will have it one day, oh yes I will. I don't know what this new hobby item will do for me or how it will benefit the human race but I know I will be enamored with it for at least a few months. Could I turn it into money? Hmmm, na!

So I keep looking for this laptop and a job. Neither of which I can afford right now. So I spin further. The day-to-day is going well but damn. If you are familiar think of it as the most moderate yet longest nicotine fit you've every experienced. I have had this feeling for about a week. If I don't go stir crazy I will be forced to drive someone else insane. Sorry Pam.

I wrote earlier of brevity. I violate my own standards now because I have no point so ha ha.

I read blogs.
I like short blogs.
Especially if they are about saving my soul.
Get to the point evangelists.
I smell brimstone.

In no particular order:
-Skydive
-Earn money
-Get some
-Fish with the boys
-Make a list with a particular order
-Ride more motor vehicles (incl. 4whlrs & pow-pow-power wheels)
-Watch some box sets in consecutive order
-Make something from scratch
-Pay off student loans
-Meet my grandchildren
-Go completely gray (Maybe even loose some hair, Jason)
-Be in shape (under 200 for a year or more)
-Regret having no regrets
-Bike a century
-Long distance Motorcycle ride with Dan
-Not able to imagine being happier

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10200275/

Dude stole $200,000 in Legos from Target stores and resold them from his website. What an idiot! Everyone knows that Toys 'r us has the better variety of brick sets. When will crooks learn that diversification can foil pattern identification. Steal some legos then some chicken feed, move in to mitten sleeve clips and round out with napkin rings. If they get caught the insanity defense just may stand up.

...I can hear a song from my developmental years and tell you where I was and what I was doing and what that song meant for me, but after a certain age it simply became music. Am I to the point where I can only like songs and am no longer able to be moved?
When we were young music could change the world. Our world as small as it was but the net effect was just as profound. Can a song dismantle an atomic bomb? I wish it would. Songs can still inspire me or retrieve me from a funk or produce company for my tears so I guess the magic isn't entirely lost.

A question for the masses? What was the first album* you owned?
Mine was Twisted Sister's 'Come out and play' on tape.

*-Album is defined as a collection of songs whether that was on vinyl, CD or 8 track

We joined the YMCA in Franklin, Ma Not exactly close to the house but it will come in hand on winter days. Plus I want to get in shape. I would like to ride a century next summer. For those not indoctrinated to cycle speak, a century is a 100 mile race in one day. You are actually racing the clock rather than your fellow cyclists.

I see this 20/20/20 class. 20 min. on the stationary bike, 20 min. on the indoor track, and 20 min. strength exercises. Sounds like a real renaissance type of workout. Not so much bulking up and I can improve my form (or foaum as they say here). I had the first class today and my ass is kicked. I was the weakest one in the class. BTW I'm the only guy. The gals where nice though giving me tips on form and not laughing at me during the strength exercises when I couldn't do 5 military push-up so I opted for the knees on the ground type. Did I mention this kicked the shit out of me? On the track the set was to walk 1 lap, jog 2, sprint 1. We were to do 4 sets. I think I only skipped 2 laps, not quite sure I think I blacked out. It kicked me hard. I almost need help washing my hair.

This typing has further exhausted me, I'm going to....zzzzzz

8 and I are in the checkout lane at the grocery. This relic gets in line behinds us and intices 8 into a little conversation. It went something like this (mind you there is no way in hell grandma could understand what he was saying):

"Hi little boy."
"Hi"
"Did you get a lot of Trick or Treat candy?"
"Yea, but Beans got on the counter and ate it all."
"Hmm, really. Did you get a lot of Trick or Treat candy?"
"Yea, but Beans got on the counter and ate it all."
"You know what, I can tell you are going to have a lot of cavaties and then you'll have a Mom who is angry."

Who does this Wicked Witch thing she is. I decided clocking her on Sr. Citzens double coupon day would be out of decorum. I came very close to saying, "Thanks a lot. His Mother is dead and now I'm going to have to explain why you said Mommy is angry at him."
Really! Where do some people get off. Now I understand mercy killing, it's for our mercy in some cases.

1.) The BANG of the potty seat. 30 seconds of quite and then intense, anguished crying

2.) Dog eats 1/2 of the Halloween bowl. I only find 1/4 of the wrappers. Dog trows up entire packages of Reese PB cup singels.

3.) The question of the week. "Mommy, what are those?"