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If one and a half men can catch one and a half fish in one and a half days, how many fish will six men catch in seven days?

One of my guys at work told that to me on Thursday and it took me something like five hours to get the answer. Its not like I was just sitting there thinking about that though, I had actual work to do. I got it though. See if you can. Dont cheat either.

What the fuck is up with all the drama? All I know is that Dave is a pretty big dude and I wouldnt want to be punched by him. Whatever, I wasnt there so Im not even going to speculate.......I wonder where that word comes from and why is it so dangerously close to speculum. Do they have the same latin derivative or something smart like that. Their meanings have nothing to do with one another. A speculum opens an orifice, like a vagina, for examination and to speculate is to engage in thought or meditate about something....hmmm.....

Here are some pictures of the champagne bar Ive been building at Pickwick and Frolic.


















Sorry I can never get pictures to the right size. Theyre too big to see everything.

I like curvy things like this that make me use my brain. The next pictures Ill have of it all will be after its all laminated, veneered, painted, and installed. Im way ahead of schedule on building it cuz we cant even start tearing the floor out of the space until Feb 4.

Good concerts coming up.
Killswitch Engage Jan 29th at House of Blues
Finch Feb 9th at The Grog Shop
Wilco Feb 22nd at the Lakewood Civic Auditorium
Tim Easton Feb 29th (dont know for sure if Im goin to this, I only like one of his songs but I like it a lot) at
the Beachland Ballroom
Madina Lake March 14th at The Agora

Anyone else plan on coming out for any of these?

There is a minor league hockey game on Mar 7, its a Friday, that a few of us are planning on going to. Lake Erie Monsters vs. Wilkes Barre Scranton Penguins. Anyone else plan on going?

Namaste


Im just gonna edit and add on to this because Im bored. Im kinda blah. I always just have so much on my mind but I dont think anyone really understands anything I say. It all gets twisted to serve an agenda nowadays. I need to find someone to talk to. Someone that doesnt know anything about me, someone new.

I found these pictures.

My stupid surface piercing. Did I ever tell yall how it got ripped out? It was pretty gross. On that job I did in Syracuse, under a couple layers of paint, in a chaging room is a "more dramatic than it really was" blood spatter on a wall. Scarred knuckles.


I dont play enough guitar anymore. I also dont like to fold my laundry, Id rather just throw it on the couch and do something fun whilst sitting on top of it all.


Piss off Cunt! ( its better with an English accent) I dont know what Im doing here but its at Frank and Tonys. It used to be a lot cooler there than it is now.


Me giving the camera a dirty look. I dont smile much. You can tell from the lines on my face.


Me and my dissident attitude. I believe my dad is throwing up gang signs next to me.


Bodhisattvas need regular meditation. I look at this picture and I feel like Im not there. I dont know what was going on that day. You can see Knuckles regular sentiment.

I should really make more of an effort to smile more in pictures. I bet there isnt a picture of me around where Im smiling and Im not drunk or something else. Thats sad. Is that really me. Thats not how I always feel. Never happy. I dont think so. Ive been purdy dern good as of late, but still, no smile. I dont know whats up. I hold it in. Thats a hard thing to change.


What a dick!

Whatever. Im out.