Dont be a critic, it murders the heart.

Its good to see leslie is still alive.

Since I have sworn off going to anyone in that "rings" blog I was pleased to see that she is up and about and commenting.

f1lter, yeah you should definitely call me.

And also I want to thank all the other commenters I am not specifically mentioning in my posts. I am glad to see all of you too.

But, it seems "mr x" and butchie have, for the time being, given up the ghost. Hope you guys come back soon.

Instead of having a good day, lets try and be kind and happy.

I think thats probably more agreeable and less cliched than what I used to say.

mr. X now says:

"no they both suck hey captain tard, you might as well go back to boring everyone with your nacho posts, either way you're still blogging and you're still canopenner and you're still a tool"

-Wow dude-You sure take yourself and me so seriously. Havent they told you to chill out? BTW what both suck? Thats a bad attitude to have.

Try some self hypnosis.

Repeat after me

everything is great

everything is great

everything is great

Keep doing that long enough and you'll come around.

Id also recommend "putting it all on Jesus", know what I mean? Prolly not.

Anyway.

DID SOMEONE SAY TOOL!?!

OMG I cant stop!

I think this is alot more fun than my old blog.

:^)

Mr. X says:

"posted by canopenner at 8:08 am" do you know anything about schizophrenia? how about asperger's syndrome? how about what's for dinner?
and please clean up your yard.

Yeah, I know a few things about both those things.

1. schizophrenia I dont piss in public, or carry around garbage in my pockets, if I did either one of those things then I would meet the criteria for that psychological disorder.

2. asperger's syndrome, is one of those flavors of the month from the good folks at baskin robins 31 versions of diagnostic psychology. And a very popular flavor it is too!

One thing about those aspergerites is #1 they hate change, I embrace it, and #2 piss them off and they break the dishes. I havent broken any dishes in about 10 years.(oh f* thats 2 things!)

Guess again! I liked it better when people said I was Psychotic, another one they like to call me is Obsessive/Compulsive.

But hey, I just think Im being me.

:^)

Dude, I got no yard. And for dinner? Of course its FISH! Canopenner is all about the fish! DONT YOU KNOW THAT BY NOW!!!???

LOL

Oh Mr. X, Mr X, Mr X...

Melodrama is for girls?

My shit is not together?

I beg to differ on all points.

And what, you dont think canopenner could hand off his account credentials and let me do the talking around here? I think that certainly is in the realm of possibility. Of course Im sure I have a much broader sense of that realm than you guys seem to.

After all doesnt he have better things to do than listen to you guys bitch and call names all day? I would certainly hope he...er...I did

And no note from butchie? I feel so unloved and neglected!!!

I bet he left a nice little curse word in the alphabet board below, he loves doing that. Someone should really get him some spray paint for christmas or something. More people would probably see something he wrote on the side of his local grocery store.

Nuke...my blog? OoOoOoO now I catch what your saying...

I only said Id stop being canopenner.

I havent left any comments as him lately have I?

Im feeling like a new person.

In fact, go away! Im not the real canopenner! You must have the wrong blog or something...

...No I dont think Ill be "nuking" this blog...

Boy subconsciously Mr X you sure do credit me with incredible powers.

NUKE!?! Wow. Thanks again!

And also thank you everyone else(Except butchie)for the warm wishes. Sorry I have a tendency to focus on the negative.

:^)

Mr. X, I think you forgot a comma somewheres in your message, it doesnt really make any sense, I dont have any nukes, and I highly doubt anyone is going to nuke me.

Please be more clear next time.

Butchie, I know you are all bent out of shape that I wont play your little games anymore. In fact I wouldnt be telling you this now except I have alternative reasons to do so.

Did you guys know I got some great news in RL today? Yeah, its true. I have obtained the pie in the sky.

:^)

Also, this "0 comments" stuff seems to be working out quite well, I dont get near as mad when employing this plan. Call me whatever you want, its still private communication from you to me.

Maybe Mr. X is really mr kiss? Awwwww!!! He wuvs me!!

Ill be looking forward to your next little note of admonishment too butchie.

Hope you guys are having as good a day as I am.

hey there mr x,

Guess what? It would be alot nicer if people didnt care about my blog.

Id rather have 0 comments for the rest of my life and no visitors than the sort of jerks who have been creeping around here. Being mean.

Its sad.

I was happy with my blog for years with practically no readers. Once I start getting busy around here those fricken trolls show up and make me miserable.

So what do I care if no one cares?

Im only writing here for myself.

Thanks and have a great day!

and butchie, way to be consistent, all the other trolls either dropped right off, or told me they didnt care (mister x), at least I know you hate my guts. Because you continue on unaffected by "0 comments", like I said, nice perseverance.

Thats a win for me I guess.

Its amazing how nobody talks to you when they think you arent listening.

Or how taking the voice away from someone mean will stop them from being mean. Its like if their friends cant see them or hear them be mean then they have no reason to mean at all anymore(strangely).

The audio link below was working. But they probably got wise to my little player and broked it.

Sigh. Oh well.

It played this



Have a great day!

PS- Now there is some commenter named, X, well mr X. When I get done laughing at how cliched your name is then Ill tell you, despite what you say someone cares, even if it is only you.

:^)

THANKS MR X! And quit using a proxy server you big wimp, no one will see your comment but me and Im not going to portscan your machine or anything like that!

Proxy servers are for cowards.

Well thats it, canopenner is no more. Im done being the better person because Im all full of rage and I figure what the hell, why not give in to the sick and twisted "psychotic" side of myself and wreak unknown havoc and dismay upon my enemies. Sorry to all the nice little boys and girls of the internet that I have to let you down like this. I tried to be nice, it didnt work out so well.

So now Im going to mean. very very mean. But only to those who deserve it.


BOGEYMAN
bo·gey·man

an imaginary evil character of supernatural powers, esp. a mythical hobgoblin supposed to carry off naughty children.

knock knock knock

Me: Good morning Jim.
Jim: Good Morning Robert. Whats new?
Me: Oh I figured out who that wacko internet impostor person was.
Jim: Yeah? It was my dad wasnt it?
Me: Actually yeah, it was your dad.
Jim: Ever since we got that old codger internet service hes been a real terror.

Ive been laughing all morning at that.

Also a friend of mine bet me 10 dollars that it was someone I knew in real life who was doing it because "No one would do that unless they really for real hated your guts robert in the real world"

My reply was dont underestimate the lunacy of internet wackos.

X^) [:^) :^X

Confuscious says

Look not at what is contrary to propriety; listen not to what is contrary to propriety; speak not what is contrary to propriety; make no movement which is contrary to propriety

Have a great day!

Here we go again with another story of Canopenner stupidness.

I think it was the winter of 2002. There was a stray cat who kept coming around my back porch. Doing its business there. Pissing on my back porch and smelling the place up. I had been trying to run it off by chasing it and yelling at it for a few weeks. Nothing I had done had worked.

I had just come home from work. I was so sick of that stray cat that when I saw it on my steps meowing at me I decided enough was enough. I was going to kill that cat.

The cat was positioned perfectly on my concrete steps. On the very bottom one. I had the brilliant idea that I could could kick it and smash its little cat rib cage between my foot and the back of the step it was standing in front of.

I had the cat locked in my sights. It was still stupidly meowing at me. I wound up and swung. The cat was still there, my leg accelerated, I was kicking with all my might.

Then all of a sudden mid swing the cat was not there anymore. It had somehow teleported 2 feet to my right. But my foot was now whooshing at great speed towards the concrete step, I tried to pull out of the kick but it was too late.

I heard the sickening crunch of all the bones in my right big tow compressing. Crunch, crunch, crunch, they all broke. I started hopping around on my now "good foot" while clutching my bad one and howling in pain. I was limping around for about 2 months after that, and now that toe is about 1 inch shorter than the one on the other side. I never saw that cat again. But the price I paid to get rid of it was way too high.

So dont ever try to kick and smash stray cats standing on your back porch.

Hey, I just wanted to address this canopenner spoof site business and then put it out of my mind, ok? ok.

1. Whoever is out there doing this must be a very lonely person devoid of thoughts and activities of there own to have to do something like this.

2. I got mad for about .5 seconds, then I realized, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

3. No matter what you do, Im gonna keep being nice to raymi and leslie and the rest of the people over in that neck of the woods because in the face of something like this my niceness is made even nicer. Thank you for empowering me to control my reactions and keep being the person I WANT to be instead of the person I COULD be if I responded to such base and vile crapola in kind.

4. an extra smoke and a smiling child later I dont give a damn what you put up on your canopenner satire site. If it makes you feel better or whatever to spoof me then go ahead. Good for you.

:^)

I did go out and find this picture someone has on the internet and it made me laugh and feel better about the whole deal.

See you all 2morrow for the next stupid canopenner post I know youre all dying to write about!

:^)

Good morning.

Nightmares instead of dreams last night, I woke up growling. I should say my wife woke me up growing at about 6:45.

Ill spare you the details.

When I went snail hunting over the weekend I just got chewed up by mosquitoes. UGH! I am so itchy. I could just itch my way right into oblivion.

I didnt get a chance to talk about it yesterday but I called my mom over the weekend, that was nice, except I made her cry because I told her melissa was wearing one of Pap's(my grandfather who died last year) ties around. So she balled for about 5 minutes about how much she missed her dad.

I cant identify, I dont miss my dad at all. Although I guess I should talk to him again before he dies. The problem is timing that just right so that I talk to him, then he dies. I dont really want to carry on a relationship with him or anything, just tell him its ok about all the crappy stuff he did, and let him know I still love him anyway. But yeah....I cant have the guy around my kids or anything, Lets face it, hes a maniac.

Well I got some stuff to do so Im going to jet. But I hope everyone has a great day!

:^)

I had crazy dreams last night, all night.

There were 4 of them.

Ill describe one.

I started watching a movie, it was supposedly a movie about free masonry, it opened up to a cow pasture, there was a kid riding a bicycle, I got the impression that he was me, there were a bunch people there doing a cattle drive that intersected the road I was peddling my bicycle on, and I was carrying an old style leather shoulder pack, full of baseball cards. I stopped to get a drink from the people doing the cattle drive, they started looking through my baseball cards, saying they wanted this one or that one. I told them I was not willing to trade my cards. at which point the guy who was going through my cards pulled out a gun and asked me if I would like to reconsider. I grabbed my cards and began to pedal away on my bicycle, sadly I was shot in the back and my baseball cards started flying across the cow pasture.

At this point the opening credits of the movie began to roll. I couldnt tell you who was in them, or even what was being credited. However I can tell you about the scene. There was a diner in which lunch was being served, I got the impression that it was not being set in the present time, because the cooks had on the nice white outfits you would see on a kitchen staff in the 1960's, someone orders some corn, at which point I(Now being the movie observer again) looked up, where I could see the corn from the perspective of below a griddle, being poured on a hotplate, or into a large pan bottom, the corn spread out and became the shape of first a florescent light, then a iridescent lampshade like the one I had in my bedroom when I was young, I remember the scene dragging on and me wanting it to be over and to get to something interesting...And so it did.

But now I was watching from the perspective of one of the characters again, and again I was on a bicycle, 2 of my friends were there (no one I knew from real life) and there was a giant storm starting, a tornado, and we were looking for shelter from it, peddling away as fast as we could, we found an old farm house and assumed they must have a storm cellar, we entered without knocking and were greeted by a young girl and her father. I remember admiring the vintage decor and mostly the wiring, commenting about how archaic and inadequate it was. Soon the storm was over and the father ushered us outside.

The sky had cleared and it was a beautiful day. We could see some people yelling a few streets over and we went to investigate. We found a very distraught young "Crime boss" standing by a fire hydrant with some pretty girls. We asked him what was the matter, he told us that ever since he hired on his new "enforcer" (I dont remember the name) he was having problems with his clientele coming up dead, getting hurt, being verbally abused and leaving town for fear of retribution from this guy. All in all it was a bad situation because he was very big, strong and tough, and the "crime boss" was afraid to get rid of him for fear of him. It was this "enforcer" fellow we could hear yelling, in a garage near where we were standing. We investigated and sure enough he was screaming at someone who owed alot of money, every once in awhile hitting them as well.

At this point we heard there was a bicycle race going on. So with a "not our problem" outlook we left the strange 1960 gang and peddled off to enter in the race.

When we got there there was a woman giving "Guinness"
out to the contestants, I told her I didnt like beer, so she settled for pouring some on my head. While she was doing this she told me I would eventually rid them of this horrid "enforcer" fellow (I really wish I could remember his name but I cant). I told her I would be doing no such thing because he was a not a person to be trifled with. She insisted I would and laughed.

We raced, I lost.

Fast forward to some point in the future, I was the boy who had lost the bicycle race. But now I was an old man, and one of the friends I bicycled around with was dead. We were going to see the "enforcer" guy because we needed to pay him back some money.

We walked in, sat down, had a drink with him, I got out the money, at this point my surviving friend got out a derringer pistol and tried to sneakishly give it to me. I didnt want it, I wasnt going to shoot this enforcer guy in the face, at this point I realized he didnt have a face, it was like his head had been replaced by metal and rubber, like it was some kind of bionic face.

He noticed our fumbling of the derringer and took it from me, made some jokes about how I was really powerless against him and I couldnt kill him. I agreed whole heartedly, at which point he took the derringer and put it into his mouth and fired.

All of a sudden I could see things from the perspective of the enforcer guy, everything his eyes saw were paisley hearts and flowers in shades of red and green, the room we were in, the table we were sitting at, even the people, all made up of paisley hearts and flowers. And when he fired the pistol into his mouth and spit the bullets out everything got much more vivid and I could see his henchmen and even us, the two boys from the bicycle race, stand up and applaud his fine trick with the derringer.

at this point he decided he was going to one up the trick, and he took the derringer and loaded a cork into it. I got the impression he had done this many times. And he pulled the little paisley trigger and the cork went POP in his mouth, he was amused by this and began to laugh, but when he did so the cork got lodged in his throat and he began to choke, The paisley henchmen began to laugh with him, because thats what henchmen do is laugh when the boss laughs. but I could see through the dimming eyes of the enforcer that the 2 boys from the bicycle race didnt laugh, they frowned as everything went black and the enforcer died.

The end.

And that was just 1 of the 4 crazy vivid dreams I had last night.

Sorry the post was exceedingly long, but I really had no control over that once I decided to share one of my dreams with you guys.

Anyway have a nice day.

I am so sleepy this morning.

So sleepy...I was up very late last night (2 am) thats probably not late for some but it is for me especially lately.

I need to go snail hunting today, my bait bucket looks pretty empty and the pufferfish is HUNGRY! as always. So yeah Ill be driving to the crow wing river and risk the ticket from the dnr at some point in time today.

I also feel bad because my new friend/neighbor guy Jake wanted me to go over to his house last night at about midnight but I had better things to do so I kinda blew him off. Theres just not enough hours in the day I guess to do everything I want/need to do.

Ill make it up to him, his birthdays coming up and he doesnt have a computer so Ill dig through all my junk parts and build him something, nothing wonderful but something good enough to do some lower end gaming on and get on the Internet. That should make him happy.

Angelfish_02_Suffocat_Me.mp3 (3.4 MB)

goldfinger - answers.mp3 (2.5 MB)



I searched for a cause
I climbed the highest mountain
I walked to the top
I stopped and then looked down

But when I stop the search
The answers always come
And when I help someone
I always help myself by helping

[Chorus]

You tell me where your skeleton's hiding
Tell me all and I'll tell you
You think you have a real good fucking answer
A fucking answer I'll give you

I look toward the girls
In them I found no truth
I looked outside myself
And see my lots no good

But when I turn my eyes
Out from my own head
That's when I realize
That I see what I'm really selling

[Chorus]

Look at all these blueberries living in harmony together.

I never did a fish water change last night. Still need to do it tonight. My wife was nagging me about some stuff and it made me so damned depressed I passed out at 9 PM.

Not her fault really, shes been working the morning shift, 5am-3pm, at work and I know that just makes her a bit on the crabby side. Plus its THAT week for her, so that doesnt help. And I love her dearly and if she comes across this I also dont want her to get mad at me for talking about it.

On the plus side I slept so long I FEEL GREAT! Totally rested.

Its too bad my sleep schedule finally rights itself on Thursday night. Because Im sure Ill be up ha;lf the night tonight playing video games and stuff like that.

Anyway I hope everyone has a nice day and a great weekend!

I am having kinda rough day.

It was all rainy this morning when I got up, so I kinda just wanted to stay in bed. But since I had to work I got up, did my normal routine, smoke, shower, pet the cat, feed the fish, drink a pop, went out to the car in the rain...

My window is down. Crap, Now I have a wet tushy. I was in such a rush when I got home from work yesterday that I forgot to shut it. I knew my wife dragging me to that mortgage broker was a bad idear. Sigh.

In other news I wanna clean my desk this morning, work on some projects this afternoon and then tonight when I get home I need to do fish water changes.

Im taking requests for picture friday, if theres anything you want to see let me know.

And have a great day!

Well today is stupid Canopenner day (again already huh?). So join me on the ride that is a carousel of the stupid things I have done.

As many of you probably know I grew up In a house where my father beat my mother on a regular basis.

It was midsummer, I was 10. I had some friends over, their names were Mike and Malory Maur, my parents were fighting (If you want to call it that). I had gone downstairs to politely ask them to stop since I had company over. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw my father leave the living room and pass into the dining room on his way to the kitchen. However my mother was nowhere in sight. I followed him as far as the doorway in the dining room. And yelled to him in the kitchen (Prolly about 30 feet away, as we had a big dining room), "Hey, where is Mom?"

To which he replied, "I killed her" and started to laugh, I presume at the look on my face. I had averted my eyes from him for a moment when I heard him say to me, "Hey Robert, Heads up" and then a big "splat" next to my head of something crashing into the dining room door frame.

He had thrown an apple at me, I assume not as hard as he could throw one but hard enough to shatter the thing in a spray of apple juice all over me and the dining room doorway. "comon' Dad, Where is Mom?" I asked again as he continue to pummel the doorway and the wall of the living room behind me with apples which he kept on throwing, "I told you, I killed her." he said again and kept right on throwing and chuckling.

At this point I had decided I had enough of his shenanigans and I was really worried he had killed my mother(I certainly wouldnt put it past him), so I retreated back to the upstairs...I tearily discussed with my friends what I should do about the entire situation. They decided they should leave (Which I agreed with) and that I should call the police. I agreed and made the call.

"Hello, Johnstown Police Department" The voice came over the wire.

"Hi, my name is Robert Schultz, My father is throwing apples at me and I cant find my mother, he says he killed her."

"What?!" The operator replied.

"MY NAME IS ROBERT SCHULTZ AND I CANT FIND MY MOTHER, I ASKED MY DAD WHERE SHE IS AND HE STARTED THROWING APPLES AT ME AND SAID HE KILLED HER!" I repeated.

"whats your address" She asked.

"334 Kennard St." I told her.

"We will send someone right over."

"thank you" I concluded.

At this point I opened the upstairs bathroom window and ushered my friends out onto the roof of the dining room. I convinced them to jump the 10 or so feet off the roof as I had done many times in my even younger youth. And they finally did and went home.

Then about 30 minutes later I heard the -Knock-Knock-Knock- on the door, I crept down the stairs and peaked through the bars on the handrail at the police at my front door and my father answering it.

He said a few words to them, produced my mother from the basement, where she had been doing laundry. And they turned around and left. The panic swelled within me. I know what was coming next.

I flew up the stairs to my bedroom and started barricading stuff in front of my door. My desk, the radiator cover, anything I could grab, I heard him coming up the stairs screaming obscenities.

I backed away from the door and tried to hide under my bed, From underneath it I saw the door fly open as the stuff I had put in front of it flew accross the room.

"YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME BOY!" He said as he stomped on my Gobot monster Zod Smashing it into smithereens. Damn I loved that thing too.

He pulled me out from under the bed by one leg, and proceeded to give me the second worst beating of my life. Screaming all the while that I had "betrayed him by calling the police", Im not sure how long that went on, I lost consciousness.

but that is another story of a stupid thing I did. Dont worry, I recovered from the beating.

Have you guys ever heard of the Ring of Gyges? Heres a synopsis I copied from somewhere about it.

I think it explains alot about peoples behavior on the internet. Tho I have been told lately that Im wrong about that, I still believe it.

Gyges was a shepherd in the service of the king of Lydia; there was a great storm, and an earthquake made an opening in the earth at the place where he was feeding his flock. Amazed at the sight, he descended into the opening, where, among other marvels, he beheld a hollow brazen horse, having doors, at which he stooping and looking in saw a dead body of stature, as appeared to him, more than human, and having nothing on but a gold ring; this he took from the finger of the dead and reascended.

Now the shepherds met together, according to custom, that they might send their monthly report about the flocks to the king; into their assembly he came having the ring on his finger, and as he was sitting among them he chanced to turn the collet of the ring inside his hand, when instantly he became invisible to the rest of the company and they began to speak of him as if he were no longer present. He was astonished at this, and again touching the ring he turned the collet outwards and reappeared; he made several trials of the ring, and always with the same result-when he turned the collet inwards he became invisible, when outwards he reappeared. Whereupon he contrived to be chosen one of the messengers who were sent to the court; where as soon as he arrived he seduced the queen, and with her help conspired against the king and slew him, and took the kingdom.

Suppose now that there were two such magic rings, and the just put on one of them and the unjust the other; no man can be imagined to be of such an iron nature that he would stand fast in justice. No man would keep his hands off what was not his own when he could safely take what he liked out of the market, or go into houses and lie with any one at his pleasure, or kill or release from prison whom he would, and in all respects be like a God among men. Then the actions of the just would be as the actions of the unjust; they would both come at last to the same point. And this we may truly affirm to be a great proof that a man is just, not willingly or because he thinks that justice is any good to him individually, but of necessity, for wherever any one thinks that he can safely be unjust, there he is unjust. For all men believe in their hearts that injustice is far more profitable to the individual than justice, and he who argues as I have been supposing, will say that they are right.

If you could imagine any one obtaining this power of becoming invisible, and never doing any wrong or touching what was another's, he would be thought by the lookers-on to be a most wretched idiot, although they would praise him to one another's faces, and keep up appearances with one another from a fear that they too might suffer injustice.

That Plato. What a guy.

Have a great day!

UGH! I cut myself shaving this morning. UGH!

Hard to think about anything else at the moment.

UGH!

Did I mention I cut myself shaving?

Have a good day.

Im busy dealing with this.

Sorry.

My cat is driving me bonkers. Melissa has been gone at her friends since yesterday so the cat is starved for attention. Right now its laying on my mouse. Its been following me around begging to be petted for at least an hour. And Ive complied, petting it constantly. But apparently its not satisfied yet.

Also I need to build a computer for my friend to give to his mom for her birthday. I am not really looking forward to doing that, but I said I would so I guess I should.

And also my wife has tasked me with doing laundry.

What ever happened to Sunday being the day of rest?

Anyway, have a great day!

I almost forgot picture friday, So I squeaked this in under the wire.

Heh.

Mornin'

My boss is lurking so I gotta be quick, like a bunny.

3 day weekend Fri-Sat
Fish water changes tonight
Played games with kids/pro bono computer work last night

gotta go lurking boss.

Have a good day!

FYI, my comments are currently broken due to the fact that my provider has crashed like the Continent of Atlantis into the ocean.

Thanks! Come back later!

**Addendum**

This is working now! YAY! Comment your hearts out!

Good Morning,

Well today is stupid Canopenner day, and as promised Im going to tell the story of my cyanide poisoning. So here goes.

I was 17, I knew this guy, we will call him Josh (because that was his name), And I went over to Josh's house to see what was shaking, get the scoop on all the fun stuff we could do as retarded 17 year old kids.

Well Josh was talking about how these White Power Gang members he knew were selling LSD. And how it was cheap and he could get us 2 ten strips for 25 bucks. I thought that was wonderful at the time. I had done acid many times before this and I thought a ten strip would be a good amount for a nice, long, fun trip. First mistake.

So we met with the white power gang members, made the buy, went back to josh's house and each dropped one ten strip of acid. Second mistake.

Well I knew from the get go something wasnt right. And within 30 minutes I was climbing the walls to get outside.

So we went for a walk. Before I knew it Josh was screaming that I was turning into a werewolf. I tried to explain to him that it was just the drugs, "trust me Im no werewolf" yadda yadda, well he wouldnt listen and ran off somewhere. So I decided to walk to my friend Craig's house. Well Craig was a straight edge, and mormon to boot, so about half way there I realized it was really not appropriate for me to show up at his house tripping my balls off on LSD. I turned around and began to walk home.

I never made it.

I started feeling like I couldnt move, all my muscles were becoming extremely tight and I thought I would take a seat in some guys yard and have alittle break from all this walking I was doing. This whole time a thought that "something just wasnt right" was building to a fevered pitch inside my head. All of a sudden I kinda fell over from where I was sitting. Then I realized I couldnt move a muscle.

Before I knew it the cops were there, with an ambulance in tow. They were asking me alot of stupid questions I wasnt going to answer, like, "Where did you get the acid", and "Why dont you kids goto church instead of taking acid?" and so on and so forth. Well they realized I wasnt going to tell them anymore than "You just cant trust a white power gang even if youre white anymore" and sent me off to the hospital.

I remember being wheeled on a gurney through the big hospital doors and someone was talking about River Pheonix dying in something like this manner. From there I cant remember much, I know my grandparents came to the hospital, and I remember my Grandmother lecturing me. At which point I thought I was in hell. Literally. I thought I was in hell. For throwing my life away by being stupid.

Anyway my grandparents left and hours passed, Ill spare you the details of my trip through hell, Im sure you have all heard that part of the story before anyway. I woke up, it was the next morning, I felt like crap, and I was really super thirsty...

The only problem was I was bound by leather restraints. So I worked the IV in my one arm against the restraint until it popped out, then I used the ensuing blood as a lubricant to make my arm slippy enough to get it out of the leather shackle, then I unstrapped myself from there and got up and got a drink of water out of the hospital sink that was in the room.

Well there must have been a guard or something that was supposed to be watching me(I dont know where he was until then) but the commotion with the gurney and the sink must have caught his attention because he came in with a billy club and in a very rude and threatening manner told me to sit back so he could strap me back in.

I tried to tell him I was back in my right mind but he didnt want to believe it, so the only way I could placate him was to allow him to restrain me again until my mom decided to show up to take me home.

When my mom showed up I was made to listen to a big long speech about how I had cyanide poisoning (Which is what had caused my paralysis) and how my heart rate had been 212 which should have sent it into fibrillation at which point I should have died but I was lucky and for whatever reason it hadnt and I didnt, how they had pumped me full of anti psychotic drugs because I was raving that I was in hell. And most of all how the acid was laced with cyanide instead of strychnine (like it shoulda been) and then I went home and felt like crap and drank a ton of gatorade for the next 2 days.

The moral of the story is dont buy LSD from white power gang members you dont know, and dont drop a ficken 10 strip because "you think you can handle it".

Sheesh that was a long post. And hey, was that ever a stupid thing to do.

Reema asked for a picture of the puffer fish. However the puffer fish (like most girls) is camera shy.

I had my brightness up too high but this is the best photo I could get.



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Howdy,

I am going to try really hard to not have any typos or misspellings in my post today.

The bad thing about bar b q-ing is that I totally get munched by mosquitoes while Im out there flipping the steaks and burgers and brats and hotdogs. And Ive been bar b q-ing alot lately. And so I have some really big itchy mosquito bites from it.

Also the UFO was back last night. Melissa was at her friends house though so she couldnt whine and cry about it. In fact I got bored of watching it pretty quickly. Seems its only fun when I can come in the house and say, "Hello. I. Am. Your. Father.... I. Am. Definitely. NOT. A. Robot. Clone. Sent. By. Aliens. To. Replace. Him...You. Can. Trust. Me. Pal." heheh, at which point she would start yelling at me about how not funny that is. (But I thought it was very funny)

And in other news The puffer fish(and all the other fish) are doing well but this morning when I shook one of the plastic plants I have in my bait bucket to pick up snails a big 'ole dragonfly larvae came off and started swimming around in there. Im sure either the Chinese algae eaters or the loach will eat it but its sort of big and scary looking, so I hope it doesnt attack any of my fish or ghost shrimps.

Picture of one looking scary here

Hope everyone has a wonderful day!