"Egypt is free! Egypt is free!" Newspaper headlines, CNN breaking news, iPhone apps... Egypt is finally free, Praise be to God. The unimaginable actually happened... and within only 18 days... what a miracle.
Not really sure how to put all this momentum and energy into solid words. But the feeling is just amazing. Its not only about Mubarak stepping down... its the fact that the whole world was behind Egypt united, standing for justice, and continuously supportive. Im not Egyptian and outside of a few friends in Egypt, I dont have much of a connection to that country. But I still felt part of this revolution... I cried, I cheered, I held hope... I just couldnt physically be with the thousands on Tahrir Square day after day.
From January 25th to February 11th, 2011, Egypt is finally FREE!
As a twitter junkie, I found some inspiring tweets about Egypt from celebrities to scholars to journalists to everyday Egyptians:
ArabRevolution تباً لك ياطاغوت by NickKristof
So the Danish are the first to stand up for #Egypt. While we vilified a whole nation for some cartoons. Puts things into perspective
DawudWalid الملا داود والد
#Obama gives credit of uprising in #Egypt to young people.
andersoncooper Anderson Cooper
Mubarak's lies continue.
YasirQadhi Yasir Qadhi
Mubarak everyone!!! Mubarak has gone :)
naveensyed Naveen Syed
Congratulations, #Egypt! So amazing, inspiring, motivational. You deserve it!
jamaaldiwan Jamaal Diwan
The largest non-violent protest in world history prevails!!! Pouring out tears and prayers for those who we lost along the way...
IrshadManji IrshadManji
The ppl of #Egypt have affirmed that liberty is not a Western construct but a universally shared aspiration.
iansomerhalder ian somerhalder
Congratulating the people of Egypt- freedom is every living person's right! You deserve it! Dictators be done!
Alyssa_Milano Alyssa Milano
Happy Birthday, #Egypt!
Ghonim Wael Ghonim by LowkeyMusic1
Dear Western Governments, You've been silent for 30 years supporting the regime that was oppressing us. Please don't get involved now #Jan25
awadofgum
Spent the last couple hours giving out candy on the Diag. People's faces are hilarious when you tell them "Happy Egyptian Revolution Day!"
cwzymuslima cwzymuslima
#Egypt did for itself in 3 weeks what the US could not do for #Iraq and #Afghanistan in nearly 10 years. Peace, not war, overcomes #terror.
nilebabe
Today I'm so incredibly proud and inspired by the power that #egypt claimed back for itself. I'm proud of my family that contributed to it.
DawudWalid الملا داود والد
we bombed Iraq to replace a dictator we propped up.#Egypt, it happen without bombs. So much for the inherently violent Muslim talking point.
NickKristof Nicholas Kristof
Muslims and Christians praying together in #Tahrir. Very inspiring. Le'ts hope--and pray--that that unity persists.
**While we're in the midst of celebrating Egypts freedom, however, lets just not forget that it all started with a man in Tunisia who set himself on fire in protest to the Tunisian dictatorship. This is proof. One person can make a difference.**
-Empty Words (Guest Author)
Never doubt that a small group of people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has- M.M.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Oh the Stupidity
How can I not be worried? I turned on the radio this morning, like
every morning, and tuned into the "Top 40" station. This one is my
least favorite and I only listen to that if the other station is on commercial
break. Most of their topics involve sex or something related and I
can't be bothered with listening to that early in the morning.
I mean, who talks about that in the morning? Who talks about that, at all?
So what I hear today is a married couple nervously phoning into the station
as part of this new segment. I'm thinking why are they so nervous, something bad
must have happened or maybe their marriage is in trouble and they want advice.
Wrong! They were extremely nervous because they had entered their homemade
"sex tape" (I thought only celebrities had those?) into the station. The show producers/DJ's
then take that DVD along with 2 other random DVD's (Disney movies) and shuffle everything up.
Then, the wife was called in to randomly select one of the DVD's. Whatever she picked, would be sentto a person of her choice. She picked the random DVD and then she picked her mother-in-law. MIL!!! (By now I'm already so disgusted by all this). Normally I would switch stations at
such a point (when I feel like they've crossed a line, which is most of the time with this station), but I wanted to know why on earth would anyone put themselves through something like this?
So now the DVD was being hand delivered to the mother in law (at 8 am in the morning, mind you). Obviously the couple was REALLY nervous because they were barely speaking
and they kept saying "omg I'm nervous." And I'm thinking didn't you put yourself in this
position in the first place... and um question of the year...WHY? In the end, the mother in law
played the dvd (not knowing why it was sent to her or what was in it) and lucky for them
it turned out it was Bambi. The wife lucked out because her random selection was not the sex tape. The mother in law was pretty confused and didn't understand what was going on or why her son and daughter in law sounded ecstatic that she was watching Bambi.
Finally the DJ announces the couple has won tickets to the Eminem and Jay Z concert.
THE EMINEM AND JAY Z CONCERT?!?!?!??!?!
I'm thinking ()(*%(*_(#_()_#%@^&*^&*^#_@)$(_)(!!!!!!)
That's what they did that for?
SOOOOOOOOO lame and idiotic and lame to the infinite power.
Is this how lame our country is becoming? Sex is prevalent everywhere, even on
an 8 am radio talk show, which by the way could be playing in a car full of kids going to school in a few weeks! It makes me so angry and frankly, worried.
How is this even allowed? If they absolutely have to have that topic maybe they
can make it a late night segment so no sane person has to hear it. And also for the participants, what kind of message exactly are you sending to people? Is everything so open now in society that you're willing to display your most intimate moments for anyone to see? That too, for some concert??!?!
Why can't people save up and buy tickets like the old days? How disrespectful to the mother in law (and disgusting) to receive that "gift"?? How lame is that husband who doesn't mind sending
in a tape for strange men and women (basically everyone at the radio station) to see? Which by the way,the men were commenting on while airing their show live, about how interesting and "raunchy" it was.
To me that couple is idiotic. Also, Eminem and Jay Z are not exactly national heros (in my opinion), why so much attention?
This radio show has done similar segments before and usually its their morning slot, I know because I've flipped stations tons of times while driving to work. I just can't stand when they talk like that and there's no benefit in listening to it, for anyone! More than that, I just don't want to participate in giving their station any ratings because they obviously don't deserve it.
Is this a problem in other cities as well? Are your radio stations crossing the line?
Is anybody else as worried as I am about our future and how hard it will be to raise kids here?
-Artistic Logic
-Artistic Logic
Thursday, July 22, 2010
"Indeed there are signs for those who reflect"
Shoulder forward, back, up, down. Good.
Physical therapy is a part of many people's lives - especially in older age. My 64-year-old mother-in-law tore a muscle in her upper right arm while trying to save my baby from falling.
Today was our first trip to see a physical therapist.
The therapist said my mother-in-law's muscle tear was, "the last straw on a camel's back. In other words, it was bound to happen.
A couple reasons she mentioned it could have happened: poor posture when sitting in a chair, straining the arm that's already hurt, and older age.
She now has three daily, hourly and twice an hour "procedures."
Exercise techniques
A combined 4-muscle unit called rotator muscles help your shoulder and arms move. The shoulder bone needs the muscle cushion to help it rotate comfortably in order to give good motor movement.
By excercising there can be an increase of blood flow to the sore area. This will allow the torn muscle to heal and her shoulder bones to go back into the normal position.
On top of sitting up straight without hunching or sitting cross-legged in a chair, my mother-in-law has to pinch back her shoulders, while holding her elbows back, 10 times every hour.
She then has to push her shoulders up, down, forward, and back 10 times, two times every hour.
Lastly she has to swing her body twice a day, by letting her right sore arm fall free style while she props her body on a counter top, leaning on her left hand.
Everyone needs motivation
As a woman of dignity who does practically everything on her own, including taking care of her elderly husband, my mother-in-law shudders at the thought of therapy and exercise. She now has to avoid her daily tasks.
Although my family has been telling her not to pick up the babies, pull large objects, fold miscellaneous things, or vacuum, you can catch her in one of her moments doing all of the above.
Today my sister-in-law and I did the exercises with her to encourage her to progressively move her arm rather than strain it.
I then explained the benefits of moving her arm around: a blood rush to the sore spot that will help heal the muscle.
Exercise and prayer
After returning to my room to pray the last prayer of the day, isha, I realized I was exercising during prayer.
For example, one of the postures requires you to bow down with your head on the floor, with both arms flat on the floor and your bottom has to be in the air while you recite a short prayer, "subhana rabbi wal awwal" or "Oh Lord of the Heavens, I worship you" according to one translation.
This same posture is recommended during pregnancies for round ligament pain recommended by the American Pregnancy Association, which promotes pregnancy wellness.
The association says, "If you are having consistent round ligament pain your health care provider may recommend daily stretching exercises. The most common exercise is done by placing your hands and knees on the floor, lowering your head to the floor, and keeping your bottom in the air,"on its website, www.americanpregnancy.org.

Other exercises in prayer include bending over by placing your hands on your knees, without bending your arms, which is similar to the free fall gravity exercise my mother-in-law has to do.

Since prayers are five times a day, prayers get your heart pumping through the movements.
Not only are you spiritually required to pray, but also you're required to get up and move to complete your worship!
The beautiful thing is Islam makes things that are good for you, obligatory. Islamic prayer combines both physical and mental exercise for a complete "work out."
Things that are bad for you, like drinking, are prohibited.
"Indeed there are signs for those who reflect (30:21)"
Journalist
- - - - - >
On a side note, here's a blog called "For Those who Reflect"
http://forthosewhoreflect.blogspot.com/
Symphonic Discord does not necessarily agree with the views of the above mentioned site.
Physical therapy is a part of many people's lives - especially in older age. My 64-year-old mother-in-law tore a muscle in her upper right arm while trying to save my baby from falling.
Today was our first trip to see a physical therapist.
The therapist said my mother-in-law's muscle tear was, "the last straw on a camel's back. In other words, it was bound to happen.
A couple reasons she mentioned it could have happened: poor posture when sitting in a chair, straining the arm that's already hurt, and older age.
She now has three daily, hourly and twice an hour "procedures."
Exercise techniques
A combined 4-muscle unit called rotator muscles help your shoulder and arms move. The shoulder bone needs the muscle cushion to help it rotate comfortably in order to give good motor movement.
By excercising there can be an increase of blood flow to the sore area. This will allow the torn muscle to heal and her shoulder bones to go back into the normal position.
On top of sitting up straight without hunching or sitting cross-legged in a chair, my mother-in-law has to pinch back her shoulders, while holding her elbows back, 10 times every hour.
She then has to push her shoulders up, down, forward, and back 10 times, two times every hour.
Lastly she has to swing her body twice a day, by letting her right sore arm fall free style while she props her body on a counter top, leaning on her left hand.
Everyone needs motivation
As a woman of dignity who does practically everything on her own, including taking care of her elderly husband, my mother-in-law shudders at the thought of therapy and exercise. She now has to avoid her daily tasks.
Although my family has been telling her not to pick up the babies, pull large objects, fold miscellaneous things, or vacuum, you can catch her in one of her moments doing all of the above.
Today my sister-in-law and I did the exercises with her to encourage her to progressively move her arm rather than strain it.
I then explained the benefits of moving her arm around: a blood rush to the sore spot that will help heal the muscle.
Exercise and prayer
After returning to my room to pray the last prayer of the day, isha, I realized I was exercising during prayer.
For example, one of the postures requires you to bow down with your head on the floor, with both arms flat on the floor and your bottom has to be in the air while you recite a short prayer, "subhana rabbi wal awwal" or "Oh Lord of the Heavens, I worship you" according to one translation.
This same posture is recommended during pregnancies for round ligament pain recommended by the American Pregnancy Association, which promotes pregnancy wellness.
The association says, "If you are having consistent round ligament pain your health care provider may recommend daily stretching exercises. The most common exercise is done by placing your hands and knees on the floor, lowering your head to the floor, and keeping your bottom in the air,"on its website, www.americanpregnancy.org.
Other exercises in prayer include bending over by placing your hands on your knees, without bending your arms, which is similar to the free fall gravity exercise my mother-in-law has to do.

Since prayers are five times a day, prayers get your heart pumping through the movements.
Not only are you spiritually required to pray, but also you're required to get up and move to complete your worship!
The beautiful thing is Islam makes things that are good for you, obligatory. Islamic prayer combines both physical and mental exercise for a complete "work out."
Things that are bad for you, like drinking, are prohibited.
"Indeed there are signs for those who reflect (30:21)"
Journalist
- - - - - >
On a side note, here's a blog called "For Those who Reflect"
http://forthosewhoreflect.blogspot.com/
Symphonic Discord does not necessarily agree with the views of the above mentioned site.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
It's blazing
Its orange-yellow hues lurk for prey
Fresh human flesh and decay
It moans and groans
It’s in need of food
Nor will it fill
It urges for more
Patches and spots
Of bright fire
Starting to spread
With each desire
Humans are no longer
Protecting themselves from sin
And the hell is blazing
Waiting for humans to go in
(Journalist)
Fresh human flesh and decay
It moans and groans
It’s in need of food
Nor will it fill
It urges for more
Patches and spots
Of bright fire
Starting to spread
With each desire
Humans are no longer
Protecting themselves from sin
And the hell is blazing
Waiting for humans to go in
(Journalist)
Friday, January 29, 2010
Blue and purple polka dot pajamas, at the pool

(Credit: www.countryliving.com)
When I was six, I used to wear a homemade bathing suit to the pool.
At age seven Muslim kids are required to start practicing rules they must abide to after hitting puberty. Covering up was one of them.
The apartment pool rules were, “Only bathing suits allowed.” Therefore my mother got to work.
My ballerina-looking swimsuit was getting too small and my legs needed to be covered.
She bought colorful blue and purple polka-dotted nylon and spandex fabric. She bought just enough to make sleeves and long pants. It was baggy.
I was proud of my mother’s stitch work. I wasn’t too happy about the bathing suit but I understood it was something I had to do, otherwise, no more going to the pool.
It was a glistening beautiful day in Florida. The sun warmed the chlorine-filled blueish-green water. Everything seemed perfect except, the kids were quite mean.
“Why are you wearing your pajamas to the pool?,” they screamed. They shouted, pointed and laughed. They followed me around.
Again and again the repeated the menacing question. Twice to me, then to my parents.
I felt afraid. Embarrassed.
I kept saying, “I have to. It’s a part of my religion.” (As far as I remember).
My mother looked uncomfortable. She told me to ignore them.
We were the only ones – Muslims – at the pool. We were the only ones who cared to cover.
I think it was the same day my sister almost drowned in the pool. She was 2 1’2 years old.
Forgetting the pool rules, my mom jumped in the 3-feet end to save her 2-foot child. Clothes, shoes and all.
Journalist
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The Column of Narcissism with No Refunds
Hello there
This is controlled chaos with a guest.....post.....from....ImnotBenny!!!!!
:::crowd cheers::::
If you haven't checked out his posts. You really should. He's hilarious. And we wanted to share his hilarity with everyone out there.
And I promised him followers if he guest posted for us.
Haha no I lie. Completely.
But this is what he said:
So I set my post linking to yours to go up around noon tomorrow, so I predict by noon and three seconds, you will have the most popular blog on the planet and also will have multiple book deals thrown your way!
And preferred restaurant seating!
And discounts on girl scout cookies!
And free eggs from local grocers!
Sweet.
While the popularity part would be really cool, let's be serious here, who cares about that if you can have free eggs from Kroger. As long as they're not being thrown at me.
Truthfully, it's the promise of cookies that I will be holding him to. Girl scout cookies are so yummy. If I don't get a single offer I'm asking all of you to start a spam movement against him.
So with the risk of him being spammed, I present to you Mr. I'm not benny's guest post!
(Oh and P.S. Fat Pogo and Blind Shana are his dogs...I think)
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This is controlled chaos with a guest.....post.....from....ImnotBenny!!!!!
:::crowd cheers::::
If you haven't checked out his posts. You really should. He's hilarious. And we wanted to share his hilarity with everyone out there.
And I promised him followers if he guest posted for us.
Haha no I lie. Completely.
But this is what he said:
So I set my post linking to yours to go up around noon tomorrow, so I predict by noon and three seconds, you will have the most popular blog on the planet and also will have multiple book deals thrown your way!
And preferred restaurant seating!
And discounts on girl scout cookies!
And free eggs from local grocers!
Sweet.
While the popularity part would be really cool, let's be serious here, who cares about that if you can have free eggs from Kroger. As long as they're not being thrown at me.
Truthfully, it's the promise of cookies that I will be holding him to. Girl scout cookies are so yummy. If I don't get a single offer I'm asking all of you to start a spam movement against him.
So with the risk of him being spammed, I present to you Mr. I'm not benny's guest post!
(Oh and P.S. Fat Pogo and Blind Shana are his dogs...I think)
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I spent twenty minutes looking for my keys this morning and they were in my back pocket the whole time.
I'm pretty sure that qualifies me for some sort of state aid for the mentally incompetent.
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Usually in the morning when the alarm goes off and I'm still half asleep, I grab the remote and turn the TV on to MSNBC and listen for a while before I get up. Last night my DVR recorded something and so the TV was on a different channel.
So I press the power button, and am instantly bombarded with the sound of:
- about ten pre-teen girls screaming at the top of their lungs.
- Fat Pogo rolling of the bed and crashing to the floor.
- Blind Shana freaking out, jumping straight into the new vertical window blinds I just put up, and then turning and smashing into the night table.
Then the remote got tangled up in the bedsheets and I couldn't get it out, so I jumped out of bed to run to the TV and turn it off, but I'm wearing these over-sized pajama pants because they only cost six dollars, and when I took a step the legs of the pajamas were way past where my foot actually is, so I stepped on the pajamas and tripped and fell to the floor and landed on top of Fat Pogo.
Dear makers of the Barbie Pink Ticket Party commercial,
I'm pretty sure if I ever see any of you walking down the street I'm going to run you over in my car.
Sincerely, ImnotBenny,
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Dear Blind Shana,
I don't care if you're blind. Pooping in the driveway right in front of my car door makes you a jerk.
Sincerely,
ImnotBenny
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So my buddy Kevin came over last weekend, which was pretty cool since I don't get a chance to see any of my friends anymore since I'm always studying.
Kevin: "Man, I wish I would have remembered to bring that new Rambo movie with me."
Me: "I haven't seen it yet- how was it?"
Kevin: "Pretty good. I feel like watching a movie. Hey, what's that one?"
So if your friend who was just wishing that he could watch Rambo asks what movie you have from Netflix that you left sitting on top of your cable box, you will have to tell him that it is a World War Two documentary that you can't even watch because it was cracked when it got here, because if you tell your friend who wants to watch Rambo that what you actually ordered from Netflix is a copy of Fiddler on the Roof, there is a good chance that he will beat you up and you will pretty much have to take it.
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I just flipped on the news, and the first thing I heard was:
"It's nothing more than a watered down bill written on Republican toilet paper!"
Then I turned the TV back off because there's no way to top that.
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Some lady from a collection agency keeps calling my new cell phone and asking for Todd. I've told her a couple of times that I am not, in fact, Todd, and this is a new cell phone so please stop calling me. I've told her this twice already.
Today she called again.
I've decided that the next time she calls I'm going to tell her that yes, "I AM TODD, I'VE BEEN TODD THIS WHOLE TIME, AND I'M NEVER GOING TO PAY! NEVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Then I'm going to hang up.
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I like to watch the Asian channel because it's oddly entertaining to me, and I figured that I would eventually learn flawless Chinese this way.
It's become obvious to me over time that every single person in China speaks gibberish.
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So Blind Shana has vestibular, which is a nerve disorder that causes her to lose balance, and she constantly has to hold her head cocked to the side, plus her eyes sort of point slightly away from each other. She looks like a cartoon.
It's pretty sweet.
She basically spends her entire day walking around like she's drunk and bumping into things. Most of the time, I keep an eye on her and can catch her before she walks into a wall or a guest, and I'll sort of yell "OOP" and she'll veer away, or "There you go" when she hesitates, so she knows it's okay to keep going.
I have a remote control dog.
I'm trying to figure out the right pattern of yelling so she will go to the kitchen and return with a sandwich.
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Conversations with Fat Pogo, part 982
Fat Pogo: "Tim, I need to talk to you about something important."
Me: "What is it, Chubbs? If you're planning on asking about treats, the answer is no."
Fat Pogo: ".....Why must you always demean me? I wanted to talk about Shana."
Me: "Shana can't have a treat either, and even if she could I would not let you carry it to her."
Fat Pogo: "You realize you're affecting my self esteem with your mockery, don't you?"
Me: Sigh, "Okay, Chubbs, what do you want to talk about?"
Fat Pogo: "I'm worried about Shana's health. She's too skinny. I think she needs to eat more."
Me: "What do you mean? Shana's fine. It's nice of you to be concerned, though. I'm proud of you, Chubbs."
Fat Pogo: "Well, I still think she should eat more. You should make her eat more."
Me: "....Why?"
Fat Pogo: "Well, I was watching this movie earlier, and these people crashed in a plane on top of a mountain, and they were starving and had to eat each other. What happens if we get snowed in this winter? Shana has no meat on her."
Me: "......"
Fat Pogo: "......"
Me: "Go away, Chubbs."
Fat Pogo: "You know, you won't be so flippant about this when we are snowed in and staring at each other while holding forks, and you're all: Wow, I wish Shana was meatier. Woe is me."
Me: "GO."
Fat Pogo: "Fine, I'll go......I'm really more concerned for YOU, you know..... maybe we should try to get on Judge Judy and let her decide which one of us is right. She's smart."
Me: "You're not allowed to watch TV any more. Go away."
Fat Pogo: "Okay, but the forecast calls for snow. I hope you know what you're doing."
BOTSWANA
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Usually in the morning when the alarm goes off and I'm still half asleep, I grab the remote and turn the TV on to MSNBC and listen for a while before I get up. Last night my DVR recorded something and so the TV was on a different channel.
So I press the power button, and am instantly bombarded with the sound of:
- about ten pre-teen girls screaming at the top of their lungs.
- Fat Pogo rolling of the bed and crashing to the floor.
- Blind Shana freaking out, jumping straight into the new vertical window blinds I just put up, and then turning and smashing into the night table.
Then the remote got tangled up in the bedsheets and I couldn't get it out, so I jumped out of bed to run to the TV and turn it off, but I'm wearing these over-sized pajama pants because they only cost six dollars, and when I took a step the legs of the pajamas were way past where my foot actually is, so I stepped on the pajamas and tripped and fell to the floor and landed on top of Fat Pogo.
Dear makers of the Barbie Pink Ticket Party commercial,
I'm pretty sure if I ever see any of you walking down the street I'm going to run you over in my car.
Sincerely, ImnotBenny,
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Dear Blind Shana,
I don't care if you're blind. Pooping in the driveway right in front of my car door makes you a jerk.
Sincerely,
ImnotBenny
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Kevin: "Man, I wish I would have remembered to bring that new Rambo movie with me."
Me: "I haven't seen it yet- how was it?"
Kevin: "Pretty good. I feel like watching a movie. Hey, what's that one?"
So if your friend who was just wishing that he could watch Rambo asks what movie you have from Netflix that you left sitting on top of your cable box, you will have to tell him that it is a World War Two documentary that you can't even watch because it was cracked when it got here, because if you tell your friend who wants to watch Rambo that what you actually ordered from Netflix is a copy of Fiddler on the Roof, there is a good chance that he will beat you up and you will pretty much have to take it.
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I just flipped on the news, and the first thing I heard was:
"It's nothing more than a watered down bill written on Republican toilet paper!"
Then I turned the TV back off because there's no way to top that.
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Today she called again.
I've decided that the next time she calls I'm going to tell her that yes, "I AM TODD, I'VE BEEN TODD THIS WHOLE TIME, AND I'M NEVER GOING TO PAY! NEVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Then I'm going to hang up.
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It's become obvious to me over time that every single person in China speaks gibberish.
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It's pretty sweet.
She basically spends her entire day walking around like she's drunk and bumping into things. Most of the time, I keep an eye on her and can catch her before she walks into a wall or a guest, and I'll sort of yell "OOP" and she'll veer away, or "There you go" when she hesitates, so she knows it's okay to keep going.
I have a remote control dog.
I'm trying to figure out the right pattern of yelling so she will go to the kitchen and return with a sandwich.
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Conversations with Fat Pogo, part 982
Fat Pogo: "Tim, I need to talk to you about something important."
Me: "What is it, Chubbs? If you're planning on asking about treats, the answer is no."
Fat Pogo: ".....Why must you always demean me? I wanted to talk about Shana."
Me: "Shana can't have a treat either, and even if she could I would not let you carry it to her."
Fat Pogo: "You realize you're affecting my self esteem with your mockery, don't you?"
Me: Sigh, "Okay, Chubbs, what do you want to talk about?"
Fat Pogo: "I'm worried about Shana's health. She's too skinny. I think she needs to eat more."
Me: "What do you mean? Shana's fine. It's nice of you to be concerned, though. I'm proud of you, Chubbs."
Fat Pogo: "Well, I still think she should eat more. You should make her eat more."
Me: "....Why?"
Fat Pogo: "Well, I was watching this movie earlier, and these people crashed in a plane on top of a mountain, and they were starving and had to eat each other. What happens if we get snowed in this winter? Shana has no meat on her."
Me: "......"
Fat Pogo: "......"
Me: "Go away, Chubbs."
Fat Pogo: "You know, you won't be so flippant about this when we are snowed in and staring at each other while holding forks, and you're all: Wow, I wish Shana was meatier. Woe is me."
Me: "GO."
Fat Pogo: "Fine, I'll go......I'm really more concerned for YOU, you know..... maybe we should try to get on Judge Judy and let her decide which one of us is right. She's smart."
Me: "You're not allowed to watch TV any more. Go away."
Fat Pogo: "Okay, but the forecast calls for snow. I hope you know what you're doing."
BOTSWANA
Friday, September 18, 2009
Even Cheryl's DEAD hamster thinks she's awesome!

As if we dont have enough people writing for this blog and confusing the hell out of you...
Recently, I begged the lovely Cheryl to guest post on Symphonic Discord because Controlled Chaos and I are semi obsessed with her.
That and also because I'm using her to gain more followers.
I kid you not.
Hopefully this plan will work.
So yeah dont just read Cheryl's post and leave, read some of our old ones down below and go through our endless labels list thingymajigger.
Please.
But anyways, without further ado and the real reason you all are here....
I present to you...
CHERYL!
So the other day I opened my inbox to find an email from CA asking me to guest blog for Symphonic Discord, and she included a blog topic, a deadline and everything and for ten minutes I just stared at the email and thought, “man, this is like going to work” except that CA is not paying me at all, so it’s not like work so much as it is slaved labor, which is fine because I live in China and work in a sweatshop, obviously.
Anyway.
My assigned topic is something to do with Muslims, Islam, or how much I love CA and CC, which, let’s face it, isn’t happening (the first two, I mean. I love CA and CC, but not in the creepy Stephen P. Morgan way) because despite spending the last 4 years studying Middle Eastern Politics, I’ve learned nothing except how to make a sling shot out of hair ties, and shoot peanut M&Ms at the idiot asking dumb questions infront of me. Also because talking about Islam is a touchy subject, and I avoid all topics on religion, except for Scientology, which I’m pretty sure was meant for whack jobs, Trekkies, and people who never graduated Kindergarten, but have a lot of money. I mean, the founder of Scientology reportedly said that "you don't get rich by writing science fiction. You get rich by starting a religion" at some alien convention. That should tell you something, except that it doesn't, and everyday completely sane and normal people follow in the footsteps of nut jobs like Tom Cruise and John Travolta, who worship aliens, and who will probably end up killing themselves in some sort of mass suicide like that Heaven's Gate cult that killed themselves because they wanted to survive death by being carried in some UFO or something equally mindless. Like, really? That's how you're going to journey into another world? Well I mean, I guess they sort of did.
Journey to Hell.
But the one religion that surpasses Scientology and all the others on the “this shit is so ridiculous” scale is probably Raelism, which, let’s face it, can’t even be classified as a real religion, and if you don’t know what that is, it’s pretty much a UFO religion founded by some sports-car journalist who, at one point, probably got hit by a car, thus becoming impaired in the brain, and believed that followers received instruction from some aliens who really liked to watch people have sex, and had some super duper machine that could make them appear all godly.
Sex and Godliness? It doesn’t shock me one bit that this religion was made up by a man, who is probably also a rapist.
But no, I avoid all topics on religion.
Sort of.
Oh and I love CA and CC!
If anyone else would like to guest post, you are more than welcome to contact us at symphonic1discord@gmail.com !!!!
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