I so wish I could take the credit for having thought of this one.
A popular bar had a new robotic bartender installed. A fellow came in for a drink and the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?"
The man replied, "150."
So the robot proceeded to make conversation about Quantum physics, string theory, atomic chemistry, and so on. The man listened intently and thought,...
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A popular bar had a new robotic bartender installed. A fellow came in for a drink and the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?"
The man replied, "150."
So the robot proceeded to make conversation about Quantum physics, string theory, atomic chemistry, and so on. The man listened intently and thought,...
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cypris:
thanks 

godsmoker:
Heh. It was still funny though.
Head spinning...
Went to a local poetry reading tonight. Gotta say I had fun. Its not like I have the chance to sit back and soak up culture often.
Hmmmm....
So Wednesday I am hanging out with a friend that just had her heart pretty hurt by a guy. Now I am bringing choc. ice cream and taking her to rent a couple movies. Any...
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Went to a local poetry reading tonight. Gotta say I had fun. Its not like I have the chance to sit back and soak up culture often.

Hmmmm....
So Wednesday I am hanging out with a friend that just had her heart pretty hurt by a guy. Now I am bringing choc. ice cream and taking her to rent a couple movies. Any...
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stiggy56:
Nice!! Support! Shoulder to cry on!
Hint: They like to be pet!!
Hint: They like to be pet!!

nuclearpretzel:
That beat poet was Allen Planz. One of the greatest American writers that no one has ever heard of. Check this one of his out:
Sharks
1
At night they come true.
>From offshore
they come when darkness
rises with the tide,
my time, strength, thought,
all but my life theirs
for the taking.
A jolt: the strike.
The dream of the surface
shatters and knits
to the shape of a creaeture
moonfishing, spraying wisps
of phoshor, its wake
a seamed hump of fire,
and I yield, as it dives
downtide, to a power
that cn launch any being
netted by air and blood
for the wind to house
since heaven will never,
if not in measured test
let slowly erode until
the moment of straining
against each other, dead
still, each curved
back into its darkness,
darkness against darkness,
viviparous, terminal.
The moon commands things
of fear to dance, first
apart, then together.
2
Once, surely by trainining,
maybe by nature, I killed
this slick of muscle
two yards long, raced
from the nave of white meat
its guts luminous
with junnk, ate of the flesh
my flesh flinched from. Now
I have another ambition,
Bulldogging it back
I hold on to the tail
while it swallows strength
of a darkness I know
only when gliding in surf
as in sleep, having
learned in danger
to commend myself
only to myself, predatory
ascendant, at that threshold
we are now locked in,
forked, finned, sensing again
the tides arterial
assault on the reef,
the glittering impress
of a menhaden school
panicking, the gasp
of poylp and tumultuous
sonar of plankton...
until we surge apart.
And I rise, caught
by the air, into all
surfaces shining my moonlight
where nothing is still
and the darkness is one dance,
one life, one love.
Sharks
1
At night they come true.
>From offshore
they come when darkness
rises with the tide,
my time, strength, thought,
all but my life theirs
for the taking.
A jolt: the strike.
The dream of the surface
shatters and knits
to the shape of a creaeture
moonfishing, spraying wisps
of phoshor, its wake
a seamed hump of fire,
and I yield, as it dives
downtide, to a power
that cn launch any being
netted by air and blood
for the wind to house
since heaven will never,
if not in measured test
let slowly erode until
the moment of straining
against each other, dead
still, each curved
back into its darkness,
darkness against darkness,
viviparous, terminal.
The moon commands things
of fear to dance, first
apart, then together.
2
Once, surely by trainining,
maybe by nature, I killed
this slick of muscle
two yards long, raced
from the nave of white meat
its guts luminous
with junnk, ate of the flesh
my flesh flinched from. Now
I have another ambition,
Bulldogging it back
I hold on to the tail
while it swallows strength
of a darkness I know
only when gliding in surf
as in sleep, having
learned in danger
to commend myself
only to myself, predatory
ascendant, at that threshold
we are now locked in,
forked, finned, sensing again
the tides arterial
assault on the reef,
the glittering impress
of a menhaden school
panicking, the gasp
of poylp and tumultuous
sonar of plankton...
until we surge apart.
And I rise, caught
by the air, into all
surfaces shining my moonlight
where nothing is still
and the darkness is one dance,
one life, one love.
Wow it has been a while since I posted for real...
So what has little old me been up to?
Well my group completely flaked on me for Drac's ball on Saturday. So I end up at Fantasia with Tommy and then crash out on his couch. So in the end I relax. Guess I will have to wait for the next ball in October....
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So what has little old me been up to?
Well my group completely flaked on me for Drac's ball on Saturday. So I end up at Fantasia with Tommy and then crash out on his couch. So in the end I relax. Guess I will have to wait for the next ball in October....
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godsmoker:
Yeah, people suck sometimes. I told you it was infectious! Mushroom, mushroom.....

Yeah so women still not making much sense. Nothing is funnier then a woman that texts you saying how much she wants to see and "be" with you... that then becomes the classic cold bitch when you see her. Yes continueing the onward quest of perpetual singleness.
School still being hectic... nothing new here.
Got fired from my job... basicly for pissing off one of...
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School still being hectic... nothing new here.
Got fired from my job... basicly for pissing off one of...
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clover:
have fun at the Drac's ball!
godsmoker:
Sucks to hear that you lost the job.... Have fun at the ball.
errr...hope you had fun at the ball.
[Edited on Sep 05, 2004 9:30AM]
errr...hope you had fun at the ball.
[Edited on Sep 05, 2004 9:30AM]
Been so damn hectic.... never enough time do ge everything done... but I am having a blast trying.
Work is driving me up the wall... I really need a new job.
women are still not making sence... well atleast in the ways that keep me from having one in a relationship.
on the up side Ally got back from fron her trip, and I am...
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Work is driving me up the wall... I really need a new job.
women are still not making sence... well atleast in the ways that keep me from having one in a relationship.
on the up side Ally got back from fron her trip, and I am...
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godsmoker:
Good luck on the women thing. Prophetic words from Hillary.... *looks above*
Have fun going out tonight.

Have fun going out tonight.
hrlyquinn:
Thanks for the coffee. We missed you at the beach though.
I was bored so I resized this for you. Use it if you like. It's profile pic size.


I was bored so I resized this for you. Use it if you like. It's profile pic size.


Well on the up side I am loving my course selection for the fall. I got my first intro course on psychotherapy. On the down side I am either in school or at work from noon to eleven four days a week. Gotta get a new job. This whole working the weekends away thing is going to kill me. The way I figure it if...
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stiggy56:
Haha! You know I met her on friendster! I never thought this web chating stuf was going to pay off but...

chrisalis:
i'm at the wilmington campus. i'll still smoke with you though

Long weekend... long parties... good friends... oddly enough though no sleep

stiggy56:
I don't sleep much myself. 3am is my normal sleep pattern. But at least you got good friends!
Check out www.monstergenocide.com
Episode 2 is up!!
Check out www.monstergenocide.com
Episode 2 is up!!

Yeah... now I can smoke alcohol also!
Liquor inhaler debuts alcohol-free in NYC
Device mixes the alcohol with pressurized oxygen
The Associated Press
Updated: 4:39 a.m. ET Aug. 21, 2004NEW YORK - A machine that lets drinkers inhale shots of alcohol went on display Friday night, even as one local lawmaker warned the device was a disaster waiting to happen.
The Alcohol Without Liquid vaporizer...
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Liquor inhaler debuts alcohol-free in NYC
Device mixes the alcohol with pressurized oxygen
The Associated Press
Updated: 4:39 a.m. ET Aug. 21, 2004NEW YORK - A machine that lets drinkers inhale shots of alcohol went on display Friday night, even as one local lawmaker warned the device was a disaster waiting to happen.
The Alcohol Without Liquid vaporizer...
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Why I will allways be a city boy at heart.
Allow me to rant for a moment So I was at work yesterdayI work at a coffee bar in Stanton DE (feel free to plug me for free coffee with some its a hobby) Now for those of you that are not terribly familiar with the geographic lay out of DE it has a canal...
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Allow me to rant for a moment So I was at work yesterdayI work at a coffee bar in Stanton DE (feel free to plug me for free coffee with some its a hobby) Now for those of you that are not terribly familiar with the geographic lay out of DE it has a canal...
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poem:
aww, thanks a lot sweet heart

godsmoker:
Heh, stupid people drive me nuts. The statement about DE being cut in half is true and false at the same time. "How", do you ask? Goegraphically, false, because the land mass south of the canal is much greater than the northern part. True, because everything north of the canal is almost like it's a different state and the population density probably equals that of slower-lower DE. Sorry to dork up your comments!

So just a little update tonight... I ran accross this and thought it was... entertaining.
Quote
"Did you ever hear anyone say 'that work had
better be banned because I might read
it and it might be very damaging to me'?"
Joseph Henry Jackson, American Journalist, 1894-1946
Quote
"Did you ever hear anyone say 'that work had
better be banned because I might read
it and it might be very damaging to me'?"
Joseph Henry Jackson, American Journalist, 1894-1946