Soft Scorn

Definition :

Misanthropic / adj. A general hatred or contempt for fellow human beings,
of other people in general. Opposite of philanthropist.

example :
Jimmy Carter : philanthropist
Heather : misanthropist

Example of 'misanthrope' in conversation :
Heather : " This movie just shows how stupid people are. I hate people ."
Jay : " My, aren't we the misanthrope ?"
Heather : " What did you call me, you idiot !? Tell me you stupid son of a bitch !
What kind of stupid f**ked up word is that, dumbass? I hate you ! "

(An excerpt from The Werbinox Chronicles)

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Sep 28, 2002
      ( 8:30 PM ) sisoflexx
Who is your familiar? The Quiz!
I took this quiz, wondering what animal I needed to go purchase, to continue my training in the Arts, but found out I probably should just stick to making teeth !



What would your familiar be? find out at quizlets.tk!
by Krysten


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      ( 8:22 PM ) sisoflexx
Mabs sent this to me regarding " Pennsylvania ".
I found that quite a few of them touched on Jawja. Maybe there are a few more than I picked out, but it was close enough, I think...

The first day of Buck season and the first day of Doe season are school
holidays.
Jawja
You own only three spices "salt, pepper and Heinz ketchup".
Jawja
Driving is always better in winter because the potholes are filled with
snow.

Words like "hoagie", "crick", "chipped ham", and "pop" actually mean
something to you.

You can use the phrase "fire hall wedding reception" and not even bat an
eye.
Jawja
You constantly refer to Pennsylvania as "PA" (pronounced Pee-ay).
How many other states do that?

You know that Blue Ball, Intercourse, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Beaver,
Moon, Virginville, Paradise, Mars, and Slippery Rock are PA towns.

Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the
highway.

You measure distance in hours.
Jawja
You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
Jawja
You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
Jawja
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend or wife knows
how to use them.

You can actually eat cold pizza (even for breakfast) and know others who
do the same. (Those from NY find this "barbaric".)

You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know that it comes in
several colors: Red, White, Brown, Gold.

At least 5 people on your block have electric "candles" in all or most
of their windows all year long.
Jawja
You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it
incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
Jawja - and hell, you can't even buy beer on a Sunday, Christ wept !
You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Summer
Sausage (Lebanon Bologna), and Hot Bacon Dressing.

You can't go to a Pennsylvania wedding without hearing the "Chicken
Dance" and at least 5 Polkas.

You live for summer, when street fairs signal the beginning of funnel
cake season.

You ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.

Your turkey has "filling," not "stuffing," and most certainly, NOT
"dressing."

You actually understand these jokes
Most of them !

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Sep 21, 2002
      ( 7:41 PM ) sisoflexx
Sorry, Donna, I'm just as suprised as you, that we didn't get the same results. ( For once ! ) I actually thought I would be the artistic kid, just like you !

I WAS A HAPPY CHILD
lucky you. you were what every child should be.
carefree. optimistic. and happy.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)


Happy ? I guess so. not all the time, but who is ?
Compared to Donna's childhood, though, I suppose anyone would be.
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      ( 7:12 PM ) sisoflexx
I guess this has become a weekly log instead of a daily one. Oh well.
I guess once the newness wore off I slacked. But, I still want this to remain a diary of sorts, for myself, so at least it's that. ( For the time being.)
It's been 6 months since I started all this. Time flies, doesn't it ?
Okay, here goes :

Ants

Yes, ants. Guess where I've got them ?
Kitchen ? Pantry ? Basement ? Nope.
I've got them in my car . That's right. My vehicle.
Now, I don't want you all ( ya'll ) to be under the impression I'm a slob, well... okay, I'm a slob, but, my car isn't

that

bad. Really ! I mean, if filthy cars were meant to be infested, it would be Jay's. He hauls our trash in his car. It positively reeks in the summer. Blegh. <===== Is that a word ? It is now.

I was driving home Thursday, and I looked down at my soda ( Diet Coke, no sugar ) and happened to notice 5 ants crawling around the emergency brake. I grabbed a piece of paper, squashed them, then 5 more arrived to take their place. This went on for the entire 1 1/2 hour journey. At a stop light, I looked around and noticed a couple on the floor boards. I spent the entire trip imagining them on my legs, in my hair, etc.
When I got home, I opedned the door and jumped out. There was a trail of them coming from under the dash, along the door jamb, back door jamb, into the back seat. I opened the trunk, there were some in there also.
I went in the house, told Jay the car needed to be cleaned out after dinner, and out we went with the vacuum and bug spray. Morgan noticed a few on the windsheild after a dead fly caught in the wipers, they were coming out of the hood in droves. I just know if I took out the panel to the back seat from the trunk, I'd find a teeming mass of a hive in there. We cleaned out the car, which really wasn't that bad, whatever empty soda cans there were had not one single ant on them. I don't know how or why the hell their there. But they are. I'm going to pick up some bait/poison to see what happens. They're still there, they were all over my dash this afternoon when Morgan and I went to pick up his friend Joq for a sleepover.

I know, when I trade it in, I'll neglect to mention that part.

Has anyone else had this happen, or know someone it happened to ? And can you tell me why the hell, once again, I have an unusual and screwed up story to add to my blog. Is it just me ? Agh!

Meanwhile, do me a favor and check out Ant City, where you can do some exterminating yourself.
Go on, it's fun. And I'll be there all night to get rid of my frustrations. ;o)

Rained like hell today, just as I made it home with Morgan and Joq, and we ran in with the groceries.
After it was raining for sometime, I went down in the basement, thinking if anything would leak, today would be the day.
As I walked towards the doors leading to the outside, Jay came up behind me and said, " You aren't to like what you see."
And he was right. The concrete right outside the door was flooded, a floormat outside was ficking floating in two inches of water, right up to the double doors. I looked down, and there was water slowly seeping in under the doorjamb. So We got an old quilt and laid it against the door. That soon started getting noticibly damp, more water seepage, so I had to go get some towels.
Jay spoke to Charles about it, and Charles had some good ideas on how to prevent that happening again, so we'll see.
Great ficking week, by the way. Again.

Maybe the ants will drown.
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      ( 6:54 PM ) sisoflexx
Today's Funny

Hung Chow calls in to work and says. "Hey. boss I not come
work today, I really sick. I got headache, stomach ache and my legs
hurt.
I not come work."
The boss says, "You know Hung Chow, I really need you today,
When I feel like this I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes everything better and I can go to work. You should try that."
Two hours later Hung Chow calls again: "Boss, I do what you
say and feel great. I be at work soon. You got nice house."

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Sep 15, 2002
      ( 8:39 PM ) sisoflexx
Jay pointed out this one to me: Stalin World in Lithuania
Not a joke, either. Go visit this link.
Here's a part of it :
You may have thought Disneyland and Stalin-era mass deportations had nothing in common. But thanks to enterprising Lithuanian Viliumas Malinauskas, they do now.
The 60-year-old canned mushroom mogul recently opened an odd-ball, park that mimics a Soviet prison camp. The facility—part amusement park, part open air museum—is circled by barbed wire and guard towers, and dotted with some 65 bronze and granite statues of former Soviet leaders Vladimir Lenin and Josef Stalin, and communist VIPs.
. Some have bitterly criticized the park as tacky in the extreme and an affront to hundreds of thousands of Lithuanians who were deported, shot or repressed in other ways during 1940-1991 Soviet rule.
Many Lithuanians were particularly incensed by plans to build a mock railway that would carry visitors in cattle wagons from Vilnius to Stalin World, a la some Mickey Mouse train ferrying tourists from one attraction to another at Disneyland. The idea, say park developers, would be to give younger Lithuanians a hint of what it’d feel like to be deported.

Unbelievable.
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Sep 13, 2002
      ( 7:54 PM ) sisoflexx
Ugh.

I really don't feel like writing anything, but it's been so long I feel I need to.

The Friday before Labor Day I went into work because Semi was off and somebody had to do the casting.
And, since nobody else knows how to cast, I was picked. I wasn't working Fridays as of a few weeks ago, so I drove an hour and a half into work, for what should have been less than an hour worth of work.

Should have been.

I lit up the torch, gas first, then turned on the oxygen. I'm heating up the gold, and 30 seconds later the flame burns out. I try again to no avail. Dawns on me the fucking tank is empty, and had to have been dying the day before when Semi was using it. Okay, so he leaves it to me. Sweet.
Unhook the gas, hook up one of the other three tanks. Empty.
Other tank ? Empty By now I'm royally pissed, it's been an hour of fucking around, and our driver heads out to Ace Hardware to get our tanks filled.
After I finally get the gas on and the metal cast, I have to wait at least 45 minutes for the metal to cool before I break it out and cut off the crowns. So I leave after 2 and a half hours, I'm sure Semi had a good laugh about that.
Drive an hour and half home so I can quickly get ready and jump in the car for another 7 hours. Bonza, mate.

Writing this out, I don't need to wonder why I've been so fucking furious lately.

It's been a crappy week, but the Progday* weekend was a blast, and I promised to write about it, ( and I won't write it all just now, for starters you'll get the trip ! ) so here goes.

Road Trip

Jay and I left our house late ( as usual ) and drove by Rachel's to pick her up. Her husband wasn't too keen on her taking off the weekend with a bunch of tardo's, so I met up with him in their living room, and he was calling to Rachel in the back of the house. She yelled for me to meet her on the side of the house.
I was giving Wallace my cell phone number when out of the corner of my eye I saw Rachel laden with travelling gear scurrying by the living room window towards our car. When I got outside she was already stuffing her things in our trunk with haste.
" Uh, well, goodbye , Wallace. " I say.
" Goodbye, Wallace ! " Rachel yells from the back seat, 50 feet away.
As we pull away, I asked Rachel what that was all about. She explained she was worried Wallace was going to try and talk her out of going.
" He already told me this morning he was ' coming down ' with something. I didn't want to give him any chances of a guilt trip. "

Whoa.

We get out to Jefferson to pick up Geoff. We all went in to say ' hi ' to his wife, Kelli, and check out their new digs. Really nice house, more room and so much nicer than the old place.

Then off we were. Were we ? I don't know. Do you know ? Who knows ?

Charles and Judi watched Morgan for us, and when we were in South Carolina, Charles called me on my cell phone, and proceeds to tell me it was raining in North Carolina, and would do so all weekend. As I heard the words fall on my ears, a smattering of rain hit the windshield , and continued for the rest of the weekend.

Thanks, Charles.

It really was anice trip, considering there were four adults in a car. Jay always makes road ' tapes ' for the journeys we go on, and this trip was no exception. He tapes one song for me and Rachel, one for him and Geoff, and so on. The only problem is, a typical progressive song is over five minutes, some are ten, and others over an hour. Sick. So the girl's tune is a 2 minute Disney ditty and the guys' have a ten minute freaking odyssey. And to top it off, they crank it on their tune, Rachel and I can't talk to each other, just glare at the back of their heads. Then, when their song was over, down went the volume, and the guys would start yacking away. NICE.

We drove to Storybook Farm, where we have our annual ritual of having a brew on the stage, but since it was pouring and dark, we looked at the stage in dispair and longing, then turned around and headed to the hotel.

More to come later !

*ProgDay 2002 - A Festival of International Progressive Rockis annual progressive music festival Jay first took me to in 1996. The first Progday was in 1995 started by Peter Renfro. He and his fiancee Debbie live on a large patch of land with about 6 homes. Like an association, in a way. Or a hippie commune, who knows? The place is called Storybook Farm, and it's a huge field with a covered pavilion at one end. Here the crowd can lay out their blankets and set up the lawn chairs, then watch the progressive music bands from all over the world play. There's no bad seat. I don't particularily (?) care for most of the music, that's Jay's forte. But I love being there, wandering around, socializing. ( Which is funny, as I hate people. ) Check out the website, if you want, for more info. (Jay and Geoff are pictured on the opening page.)
Or don't. I don't care. Ass.
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      ( 7:52 PM ) sisoflexx
Today's Funny

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background
checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists...
Two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the
men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you
will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside of
this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!!!"


The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The agent
said, "Then you're not the right man for this job." The second man was
given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All
was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his
eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have
what it takes. Take your wife and go home." Finally, it was the woman's
turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took
the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another.
They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes,
all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped
the sweat from her brow, and said, "This gun is loaded with blanks. I had
to beat him to death with the chair." Moral: Women are evil. Don't mess
with them.
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Sep 7, 2002
      ( 6:17 PM ) sisoflexx
I'm still going to update this past weekend, I just haven't gotten around to it.

So too bad. Just wait.

Damnit.
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      ( 6:10 PM ) sisoflexx
A good example of Lex tempting fate :

Do I still need to keep a scrapbook of newspaper clippings? (My mother would reach across the Atlantic and slap me if she read that).

Jeanettics indeed! Consider him slapped!
Mum

My Mum is too cool.
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      ( 5:55 PM ) sisoflexx
Highway Highjinx

Kudos to the elderly retirees who merged in front of me on GA 400, a four-lane highway, from the shoulder at a start of 2 mph.
In an RV.

Very clever, considering I was 30 feet away.

Like you, I wish I was wearing Depends.

I will now be able to pinpoint the exact location by the puddle in the road that was once by brakes, as they melted at that spot. 65 mph to 3 mph in 3 seconds flat isn't what they were designed for, but since thay did the job, kudo's to the company also.

If you're going to try and pass me on the right, and I happen to speed up so you cannot cut in front of me, don't hate me. I have been behind this slow fucker for ten minutes, and I'm not about to put another object betwixt us. You know how it is.
Don't flip me the bird either. You know you're supposed to have both hands on the wheel...One at 10 o'clock, one at 3 o'clock. Didn't you learn anything in driver's ed. ?

Nuff' said.
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Sep 3, 2002
      ( 10:18 PM ) sisoflexx
This weekend was great fun !
I'm not going to stay up late writing about it right now, but I will try to write a bit each night to give the up and up, so it will be a few more days wait...
Until then, here is my belated Monday mission !

whoo hoo !


PromoGuy's Monday Mission 2.35
1. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you on a date?
My first "real" date was with a boy named Mike Moyer, I was 15 and very shy and nervous. We went to a movie, then he took me to Dairy Queen. I sat there, across the booth from him, holding my ice cream cone right in front of my mouth, cleverly hiding any that smeared across my lips. ( Of course, in retrospect, I see he may have wanted to see me slurping on the treat and licking my lips repeatedly ! ) but, I didn't want any embarassing episodes with white lips, so the cone stayed in front of my face for the duration of our dessert. That is, until I thought a small drop landed in my lap, as I was terribly paranoid at this point !
Of course, I quickly looked down to check my lap, and stuck the cone straight into the middle of my forhead ! ( So much for my 80's style ' mall hair '. )
2. Do you eat your veggies?
Some. I used to love brussel sprouts as a child, but find I could do without them now. I like broccoli and cauliflower, but cooked, not raw. Salad has to have dressing !
3. Most people are comfortable going to the bathroom in front of at least one person. Has anyone ever used the restroom in front of you that you wish wouldn't have? What happened and how bad was it?
Best friends can, it doesn't bother me that much, but number two should be a private, personal ' issue '.
4. Have you ever had a bad online transaction? You know, the item wasn't what you thought it would be, you got totally ripped-off, no refunds, it just plain sucked? What's the story there?
No, not yet. But I tend to be a very careful buyer. You know, doing the whole homework-comparison thing.
5. Ever have a current love find any old love letters (or similar item) you kept that probably should have been thrown away? How did that turn out?
I keep everything, I'm a packrat, so nothing suprises me when I find it. I like to reminicse, whether old loves or old friends, and it it is my life,past or present, and I don't think even bad experiences should be thrown away. It's a part of me I'll keep forever. ( Yes, I know I'm sick, but at least I don't have ' recollections ', or ' black things out ', thank you ! )
6. A secretary at work was telling me about a trip she took to Mardi Gras. She showed off her beaded necklaces and proudly said she "earned' each and every one of them (for those not familiar with this tradition, ladies walking up Burbon St. in New Orleans will flash people who are upon the balconies, in return the guys will throw them worthless plastic necklaces). I was shocked, I had no idea this quiet gal had a wild side. Was there ever a time when you did something totally outrageous because you knew no one would know who you were, or maybe didn't care even if they did?
No.
7. Hey, what happened to you last night? I waited forever!
I know how that feels.
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Sep 2, 2002
      ( 8:41 PM ) sisoflexx
Dax gives an interesting ( as in, I agree with him ) view on forming your own opinions. About everything.
This is very important, peoples, try to read different views and use your own head. Stop being spoon fed about everything. And remember, you do have a right to your own opinion , even if it conflicts with evryone else's !
I for one, do like Justin Guano's ( from American Idol ) hair.

So there.

Dax : Do I believe in conspiracy theories? Yes and no. I just don’t believe everything the media shoves down my throat as fact. I question everything. Why was there a second explosion in Oklahoma City? How did 2 kids put more than 20 bombs in Columbine high school without someone stopping them? The magic bullet theory in the J.F.K. assassination and a cult leader molesting children in Waco are other examples.
When I watch a newscast I always ask myself two questions.
1. Why are they broadcasting this story?
2. What story are they not showing me instead?
It’s hard to determine the truth. I will always listen to alternative ideas. Then I must make up my mind from the evidence presented or wait to be the 10th caller.
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      ( 8:22 PM ) sisoflexx
Visit Count Lex, he's redecorating his bachelor pad :
There's one wall panel that needs to go back up, once I've figured out where exactly I'm going to mount the dart board. The movie screening room is a mess - the projector isn't lined up right, and the screen still needs to be hung. The bowling lanes need to be cleaned (again) and rewaxed. I managed to track all sort of stuff over the lanes while I was trying to finish up the swimming pool, which still needs more grout. Speaking of which, the railway between the bowling lanes and the swimming pool is messed up again. I think it's got something to with the electrical generator, but I didn't feel like walking all the way the hell out there in the dark, so I left it alone.

He makes that sound so realistic, doesn't he ?
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