Saturday, February 28, 2009

Stuff I like

Today is some random things I like; quotes, links and miscellaneous stuff.

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Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
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Blues by Seasick Steve.
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Rules of the Blues. This is one of my all time favorites.
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Quick definitions.
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Having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool.
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Famous last words.
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Most beautiful words. If you write fiction, here are more excellent places to visit.
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Why I always win arguments!
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Complete Calvin & Hobbes.
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The Dialectizer. Always good for a few laughs. I like the Redneck and Jeefe-a deeelects best. Following is part of yesterday's post translated to Redneck:

ah visited th' RA docko' today fo' a regular checkup, an' af'er th' exam we had a nice BS sesshun. We discussed th' medical situashun in th' US an' she brought up sumpin ah hadn't thunk of. It basically corncerned mighty sick varmints; th' quality of their lives, an' how much treatment they receive when their longevity outlook is bleak. Shet mah mouth! Sh'd varmints wif a pore prognosis haf a lot of tests an' procedures prexcribed fo' them? She used a patient wif advanced Alzheimer's disease as an example. Th' varmint is in a mostly vegitative state an' will not live mo'e than three years at most, so eff'n thet varmint corntracks t'other serious disease, sh'd docko's o'der a slew of expensive tests an' procedures fo' him? Does th' patients quality of life call fo' thet much extry expense t'be placed on fambly members an' th' medical we'fare system? In other than Alzheimer's cases, sech as causin' th' brain daid t'"live" by use of breathin' machines, etc., sh'd thar be a man'ated time limit befo'e th' plug is pulled? As mo'e an' mo'e varmints become older, these thin's will hafta be addressed, on account o' eff'n they isn't th' expense of treatin' th' terminally ill will bust th' treasury of even a junerous govment an' nashun.



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