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Sir Wanker, for somebody who represents a drifting "mission" that could be the very definition of inaity itself, even you must admit you've cracked a smile once or twice here. Just amusing ourselves at the daily comic strip, we are. Where's Darshen's birfday pic anyway?

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Sir Wanker, for somebody who represents a drifting "mission" that could be the very definition of inaity itself, even you must admit you've cracked a smile once or twice here. Just amusing ourselves at the daily comic strip, we are. Where's Darshen's birfday pic anyway?

 

I expect that Rand Weeks is in this for the percieved "payoff", when the triumphant grifter-drifter returns to his adoring fans, and hopefully cons more "marks" out of their hard earned (or not) dollars...

 

And yes; why no mention of Darshen or Soanya from the "love boat"?

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gee, no mail today. cliff are you feeling alright? have red beer and things will look much better.

 

 

wag, good to see you found your high horse.

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Help me out here guys……………………….Is this idiot still out there floating around in his barnacle covered barge? The fact that he hasn’t died been run over by a freighter or sunk seems unlikely to me. Is he still making heart shapes with his track or even heading anywhere or is he just floating with the currents like a unwanted turd?? How much longer until this stupidity is over.

 

I know I could most likely find the answers to my questions if I search this tread but I don’t have 3 week and the cliff notes will do fine. Thanks!!

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Day 13,000

Somewhere off the Madagascar Coast

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

 

Dear Lord Am I You?

 

 

I sat crosslegged on my beautiful yoga platform this morning, and as I said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of mankind, it crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with the most wondrous thought yet that I got up and yelled to the Sea of my Love and said: Dear God Above, Am I You?

 

Thoughts of light and love ran through my head and my rigging as I looked up and said to myself and the nearby triggerfish eating my bottom clean, " I must go up the mast and look as far as I can, perhaps I can see Eternity from here."

 

Carefully, because I am alone at sea now for these many, many long years, I wrapped my beard around my neck twice, and started to climb up towards the very tippy top of my Danish gifts from the King himself- my wonderful masts that have served me so well all these years. I climbed slowly because my arms ached with the effort of constant sewing my tattered sails, and stroking my sprouts for hours each day as they come up like beautiful green buddies in my galley of Love on the Eternal Love Ship.

 

I started singing to the wind which was whistling a minor gale as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, am I You, Am I Love?

 

At that moment the skies darkened. It was a sign. It was blowing 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot and a half. The mast reached towards the dark water as I climbed down slowly, knowing once again that even though I would continue to try to heal the entire world with my wonder Grace and Love, I was not He.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love to the Whole World.

 

Reid

 

13,000 Straight Days at Sea.

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Day 13,000

Somewhere off the Madagascar Coast

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

 

Dear Lord Am I You?

 

 

I sat crosslegged on my beautiful yoga platform this morning, and as I said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of mankind, it crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with the most wondrous thought yet that I got up and yelled to the Sea of my Love and said: Dear God Above, Am I You?

 

Thoughts of light and love ran through my head and my rigging as I looked up and said to myself and the nearby triggerfish eating my bottom clean, " I must go up the mast and look as far as I can, perhaps I can see Eternity from here."

 

Carefully, because I am alone at sea now for these many, many long years, I wrapped my beard around my neck twice, and started to climb up towards the very tippy top of my Danish gifts from the King himself- my wonderful masts that have served me so well all these years. I climbed slowly because my arms ached with the effort of constant sewing my tattered sails, and stroking my sprouts for hours each day as they come up like beautiful green buddies in my galley of Love on the Eternal Love Ship.

 

I started singing to the wind which was whistling a minor gale as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, am I You, Am I Love?

 

At that moment the skies darkened. It was a sign. It was blowing 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot and a half. The mast reached towards the dark water as I climbed down slowly, knowing once again that even though I would continue to try to heal the entire world with my wonder Grace and Love, I was not He.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love to the Whole World.

 

Reid

 

13,000 Straight Days at Sea.

 

 

wow, good luck saving cliffie rw, it's obvious you've alreidy swung to the dark side. welcome aboard!post-1557-1247883887_thumb.jpg

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Day 13,000

Somewhere off the Madagascar Coast

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

Dear Lord Am I You?

 

I sat crosslegged on my beautiful yoga platform this morning, and as I said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of mankind, it crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with the most wondrous thought yet that I got up and yelled to the Sea of my Love and said: Dear God Above, Am I You?

 

Thoughts of light and love ran through my head and my rigging as I looked up and said to myself and the nearby triggerfish eating my bottom clean, " I must go up the mast and look as far as I can, perhaps I can see Eternity from here."

 

Carefully, because I am alone at sea now for these many, many long years, I wrapped my beard around my neck twice, and started to climb up towards the very tippy top of my Danish gifts from the King himself- my wonderful masts that have served me so well all these years. I climbed slowly because my arms ached with the effort of constant sewing my tattered sails, and stroking my sprouts for hours each day as they come up like beautiful green buddies in my galley of Love on the Eternal Love Ship.

 

I started singing to the wind which was whistling a minor gale as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, am I You, Am I Love?

 

At that moment the skies darkened. It was a sign. It was blowing 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot and a half. The mast reached towards the dark water as I climbed down slowly, knowing once again that even though I would continue to try to heal the entire world with my wonder Grace and Love, I was not He.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love to the Whole World.

 

Reid

 

13,000 Straight Days at Sea.

 

 

Hey RW! You can play too! I took the liberty of entering you in our little game ~ 300 words on the nose!

 

 

Day 13,000

Somewhere off the I-Beam with a Scotch Chaser

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

Dear Lieutenant, Am I You?

 

I sat cross-legged on my paraffin wheel, and said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of jackknife clowns. It crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with this thought! I yelled to the Sea: Dear God, Is Wofsey Azure or Red?

 

Thoughts of love and Ali ran through my head! I said, "I must go up the mast; perhaps I can see Hasbro from here!"

 

I wrapped my beard around my neck, and climbed towards the top of my Danish gifts from the King - my wonderful masts. My arms ached from constantly sewing my tattered sails with the strings of tampons Soy didn't need after all, stroking my derrick for hours each day, and playing with my Iridium Dice and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots in The Stadium of Love. The Azure Guy is Lieutenant Kickplate. Soy's Red Anarchy Guy just stands there now. I become one with Kickplate and knock his block off. But is that my friend Wofsey now?

 

I started singing as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, "Can I stay the Azure champ?

 

The skies darkened. I was blowing azure fondant flatulence 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot. It was a sign. The mast reached towards the dark water to let me down, and I knew that I would strive to be the Champion of the Azure Love World with my wonder, grace, and gazelle-like left jab.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love from the Eternal Love Ship.

L.K.

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Unlike you J planeto, I do not adhere nor subscribe to assinine rules by my droolingmutt leader, and really think my original entry quite good and funny. The reworked bullshit to adhere to arbitrary power trippin drunken dumb ass additional regulations by the not to the manor born mutt of a fake anarchist regatta loser IMHO seems much more stupid an effort, devoided of humor and any semblance of intelligent life. Please refer to the above when following your cult leader in future orders and endeavors.

 

Yours in Reid,

 

Rwag

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You MC people are a drag. No wonder Weed even questioned if there was a place for HUMOR in the "mission". Y'all take yourselves wayyyyy too seriously.... and since Day 1 it has contributed to the bigass snoozer this voyage (and Soybean's book outline) really are......... Lighten up, Francis ~ there's nothing IMPORTANT happening either here or out on the water with your hero.

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Lighten up, Francis ~ there's nothing IMPORTANT happening either here or out on the water with your hero.

All the more reason to tune into the 101st Walk To Mackinac. Guys (and left handed tom-tom drumming gals, JP) wanting to see a really nice pair or hear Burnsy's excellent in-depth analysis of Twilight may want to check out Clean's On-The-Sand coverage while Weed gathers his thoughts and drifts another mile.

 

Great turnout, as projected whenever IKEA announces a new store opening (in Traverse City, this year). Foot, RV, and Quad-Runner traffic is already backed up around Ludington...and the bulk of racers haven't even started towing handmade boats from Chicago yet.

 

Here's what we have so far. Thanks to iBoat for STEPPING UP and adapting their technology to land based boating events. Spares me the need to personally run across all that sand, boat to boat, checking on winds, sandstorms, current standings, etc...

 

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Lighten up, Francis ~ there's nothing IMPORTANT happening either here or out on the water with your hero.

All the more reason to tune into the 101st Walk To Mackinac. Guys (and left handed tom-tom drumming gals, JP) wanting to see a really nice pair or hear Burnsy's excellent in-depth analysis of Twilight may want to check out Clean's On-The-Sand coverage while Weed gathers his thoughts and drifts another mile.

 

Great turnout, as projected whenever IKEA announces a new store opening (in Traverse City, this year). Foot, RV, and Quad-Runner traffic is already backed up around Ludington...and the bulk of racers haven't even started towing handmade boats from Chicago yet.

 

Here's what we have so far. Thanks to iBoat for STEPPING UP and adapting their technology to land based boating events. Spares me the need to personally run across all that sand, boat to boat, checking on winds, sandstorms, current standings, etc...

 

 

And right you are about the threat of treacherous Former Lake Michigan sandstorms developing, CScow. Reports are already coming in of vessels arriving at a mid-lake Oasis of Safe Refuge.

 

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Shoot! Looks like a member of the home team is thinking of stopping in Muskegon, Whitehall, or Pentwater for a green-flag pit stop.

 

WWWD? * Any thoughts, Sparky? JP? RegattaWag????

 

If they're gonna stop at all, I'm thinking a 4-tire change, 2 extra pounds in the front right tire, topping off with sweet black cherries, a slice of Stuckey's pecan pie per crew member, and maybe an extra 12-pack of Bells Pale Ale for the road....

 

* What Would Weed Do

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Shoot! Looks like a member of the home team is thinking of stopping in Muskegon, Whitehall, or Pentwater for a green-flag pit stop.

 

WWWD? * Any thoughts, Sparky? JP? RegattaWag????

 

If they're gonna stop at all, I'm thinking a 4-tire change, 2 extra pounds in the front right tire, topping off with sweet black cherries, a slice of Stuckey's pecan pie per crew member, and maybe an extra 12-pack of Bells Pale Ale for the road....

 

* What Would Weed Do

Looks to me like they are trying to get a better look at the famed Water Dunes on the Shore of Lake Michigan

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Looks to me like they are trying to get a better look at the famed Water Dunes on the Shore of Lake Michigan
Funny you should mention it, China. Went on the Mac Woods Water Rides (Silver Lake) just last week.

Kinda touristy....but whattayagonna do? That long, hot drive across the Bi-State Tollway (Lincoln Park to Holland)

was a real pisser. Had to cool off...even at $17 per person.

 

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Looks to me like they are trying to get a better look at the famed Water Dunes on the Shore of Lake Michigan
Funny you should mention it, China. Went on the Mac Woods Water Rides (Silver Lake) just last week.

Kinda touristy....but whattayagonna do? That long, hot drive across the Bi-State Tollway (Lincoln Park to Holland)

was a real pisser. Had to cool off...even at $17 per person.

 

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Ahh the memories of running and tumbling down those big hills of H2O. When I was a boy we used to go to the Eastern shore of the Lake Huron Sand Flats and camp among the water dunes in the Pinery.

 

Good times.

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Check it out, MC -- There's s free spot for your boy to come home to, and it's not too far from Soy's family's home (as the seagull flies).

 

Cheap slip: Sail boat docked in polluted Brooklyn waterway

BY Ben Chapman and Rich Schapiro

DAILY NEWS WRITERS

 

Friday, July 17th 2009, 12:11 PM

 

 

Egan-Chin/News

 

Max Mullhern on board his sailboat showing off his sextant which he uses to navigate as he has no GPS on board.

 

 

It's one of the most polluted waterways in New York - a fetid stew of oil, sewage and sludge.

 

But Newtown Creek is paradise for Max Mulhern.

 

The 47-year-old London-based sculptor is spending part of his U.S. vacation docked at the notorious waterway separating Brooklyn and Queens as part of a quirky family boat trip.

 

"I like to stay off the beaten path," Mulhern said on Thursday aboard his 40-foot sailboat. "It leads to much more interesting encounters."

 

Keeping his boat tethered to a crumbling cement wall in an industrial section of Long Island City has another key perk: he's staying in the city rent-free.

 

Mulhern, an accomplished skipper on an artist's budget, seeks out the desolate and sometimes very dirty nooks as he travels along the East Coast en route to Maine.

 

On this, his second such boating trip in as many years, Mulhern has already spent two days docked at another unlikely locale, Coney Island Creek.

 

Mulhern arrived in the U.S. on July 1 with his 15-year-old son, Owen. After days of prepping, the intrepid Mulhern men left New Jersey's Raritan Bay bound for Brooklyn on Sunday.

 

Reports of pollution don't faze Mulhern. Neither does the fact that Newtown Creek is best known as the site of one of the nation's worst oil spills.

 

"You wouldn't want to raise small children nearby, but it's certainly not too dangerous to go down, have an ice cream and watch the water go by," Mulhern said.

 

"I wouldn't use that water for anything other than to have my boat float. But there are signs of life, so that's a positive thing."

 

Mulhern, a Maryland native who started helping his father fix old boats at the age of 5, bought his vessel last year.

 

It's equipped with a solar shower, kitchen, stove and seven berths. The boat is more remarkable for what it lacks: electronic navigation devices.

 

Mulhern navigates the waterways using only a compass, sextant and his intuition.

 

He also uses his sloop as a launching pad for his art. Mulhern creates floatable sculptures out of wood, iron and copper, which he releases into the water. "I feel like they're gifts to the sea," Mulhern said.

 

Within weeks, Mulhern will be joined by his wife, Myriem, and 13-year-old daughter, Octavia. They'll head out July 18 for the next leg of their journey.

 

When he's not on the open water, Mulhern hangs out on his boat, sketching art and greeting inquisitive passersby.

 

"It's just a nice place to be," Mulhern said.

 

rschapiro@nydailynews.com

 

 

More proof that artisits can be a bit quirky!

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Day 13,000

Somewhere off the Madagascar Coast

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

 

Dear Lord Am I You?

 

 

I sat crosslegged on my beautiful yoga platform this morning, and as I said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of mankind, it crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with the most wondrous thought yet that I got up and yelled to the Sea of my Love and said: Dear God Above, Am I You?

 

Thoughts of light and love ran through my head and my rigging as I looked up and said to myself and the nearby triggerfish eating my bottom clean, " I must go up the mast and look as far as I can, perhaps I can see Eternity from here."

 

Carefully, because I am alone at sea now for these many, many long years, I wrapped my beard around my neck twice, and started to climb up towards the very tippy top of my Danish gifts from the King himself- my wonderful masts that have served me so well all these years. I climbed slowly because my arms ached with the effort of constant sewing my tattered sails, and stroking my sprouts for hours each day as they come up like beautiful green buddies in my galley of Love on the Eternal Love Ship.

 

I started singing to the wind which was whistling a minor gale as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, am I You, Am I Love?

 

At that moment the skies darkened. It was a sign. It was blowing 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot and a half. The mast reached towards the dark water as I climbed down slowly, knowing once again that even though I would continue to try to heal the entire world with my wonder Grace and Love, I was not He.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love to the Whole World.

 

Reid

 

13,000 Straight Days at Sea.

 

 

Sorry RW. Been away for a bit and reread your Reidlike post. Brilliant!

 

Keep up the good work. Welcome to the dark side.

 

Seriously --- Funny shit, that. :lol::lol:

 

Regards,

 

RD

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Day 817 - July 18, 2009

 

Wind WNW, 15 knots, Course SW, Speed 4 knots, Position 10*07n by 19*11w

 

Full Sail, Winch, Fish

 

Yesterday the wind shifted to WNW and I saw it was time to set the main sail and the jib and start heading West. We are still in the variable wind doldrums above the equator, on the back side of the North Atlantic NE trades. This area has been avoided by sailboats because of the light and variable winds, but I have enjoyed it and learned a lot about the sea, the fish and myself.

 

By the time I got the big mainsail up, the power winch was malfunctioning, so I raised and set the jib by hand. I was a little perturbed by the winch failure and started troubleshooting it slowly. I was not looking forward to the job, remembering how many days it took me to repair it in the Pacific.

 

We sailed slowly WSW and I read the winch manual over lunch. I found something it might be and went right to the winch, fiddled, clicked the switch and it worked! I yelled Ya Hoo twice a little too loud. I try to stay calm about everything, because you never know what will happen next. To correct the vibrations in myself and the sea, I stood at the hatch and chanted Ommmm, deep and long again and again in thankfulness and to restore the environment to its sacredness.

 

I have the mainsail set up with less pulleys now. That means it's harder to get up, but it comes down much quicker. That has been working well for me because in a blow the faster it comes down and I get the wind out of it, the better. We still have a big variety of fish swimming with the schooner and watching them through the underwater window has opened my view of the clear depths and made me feel even more like I am in a spaceship.

 

For the first time ever during the day a big marlin swooped in close to the schooner to have lunch. As he chose the one fish he wanted, he cut powerful tight circles and it appeared to be a small mahi he was after. The two-foot long mahi skipped along the surface not knowing which way to go. In those few seconds, the whole variety of fish from the schooner; two different kinds of tuna, mahi jacks, cobia and triggerfish all dashed into the melee as if they weren't afraid of being eaten.

 

Then the exciting show disappeared below the surface and the sea returned to normal.

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Reid's hidden masturbation message. :ph34r:

 

Wind WNW, 15 knots, Course SW, Speed 4 knots, Position 10*07n by 19*11w

 

Full Sail, Winch, Fish

 

Yesterday the wind shifted to WNW and I saw it was time to set the main sail and the jib and start heading West. We are still in the variable wind doldrums above the equator, on the back side of the North Atlantic NE trades. This area has been avoided by sailboats because of the light and variable winds, but I have enjoyed it and learned a lot about the sea, the fish and myself.

 

By the time I got the big mainsail up the power winch was malfunctioning, so I raised and set the jib by hand. I was a little perturbed by the winch failure and started troubleshooting it slowly. I was not looking forward to the job, remembering how many days it took me to repair it in the Pacific.

 

We sailed slowly WSW and I read the winch manual over lunch. I found something it might be and went right to the winch, fiddled, clicked the switch and it worked! I yelled Ya Hoo twice a little too loud. I try to stay calm about everything, because you never know what will happen next. To correct the vibrations in myself and the sea, I stood at the hatch and chanted Ommmm, deep and long again and again in thankfulness and to restore the environment to its sacredness.

 

I have the mainsail set up with less pulleys now. That means it's harder to get up, but it comes down much quicker That has been working well for me because in a blow. The faster it comes down and I get the wind out of it, the better. We still have a big variety of fish swimming with the schooner and watching them through the underwater window has opened my view of the clear depths and made me feel even more like I am in a spaceship.

 

For the first time ever during the day a big marlin swooped in close to the schooner to have lunch. As he chose the one fish he wanted, he cut powerful tight circles and it appeared to be a small mahi he was after. The two-foot long mahi skipped along the surface not knowing which way to go. In those few seconds, the whole variety of fish from the schooner; two different kinds of tuna, mahi jacks, cobia and triggerfish all dashed into the melee as if they weren't afraid of being eaten.

 

Then the exciting show disappeared below the surface and the sea returned to normal.

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[365] But the wooers broke into uproar throughout the shadowy halls, and all prayed, each that he might lie by her side. And among them wise Telemachus was

 

the first to speak: “Wooers of my mother, overweening in your insolence, for the present let us make merry with feasting, [370] but let there be no brawling;

 

for this is a goodly thing, to listen to a minstrel such as this man is, like to the gods in voice. But in the morning let us go to the assembly and take our seats,

 

one and all, that I may declare my word to you outright that you depart from these halls. Prepare you other feasts, [375] eating your own substance and

 

changing from house to house. But if this seems in your eyes to be a better and more profitable thing, that one man's livelihood should be ruined without

 

atonement, waste ye it. But I will call upon the gods that are forever, if haply Zeus may grant that deeds of requital may be wrought. [380] Without atonement,

 

then, should ye perish within my halls.” So he spoke, and they all bit their lips and marvelled at Telemachus, for that he spoke boldly. Then Antinous, son of

 

Eupeithes, answered him:“Telemachus, verily the gods themselves are teaching thee [385] to be a man of vaunting tongue, and to speak with boldness. May

 

the son of Cronos never make thee king in sea-girt Ithaca, which thing is by birth thy heritage.” Then wise Telemachus answered him: “Antinous, wilt thou be

 

wroth with me for the word that I shall say? [390] Even this should I be glad to accept from the hand of Zeus. Thinkest thou indeed that this is the worst fate

 

among men? Nay, it is no bad thing to be a king. Straightway one's house grows rich and oneself is held in greater honor. However, there are other kings of the

 

Achaeans [395] full many in seagirt Ithaca, both young and old. One of these haply may have this place, since goodly Odysseus is dead. But I will be lord of our

 

own house and of the slaves that goodly Odysseus won for me.” Then Eurymachus, son of Polybus, answered him: [400] “Telemachus, this matter verily lies on

 

the knees of the gods, who of the Achaeans shall be king in sea-girt Ithaca; but as for thy possessions, thou mayest keep them thyself, and be lord in thine own

 

house. Never may that man come who by violence and against thy will shall wrest thy possessions from thee, while men yet live in Ithaca. [405] But I am fain,

 

good sir, to ask thee of the stranger, whence this man comes. Of what land does he declare himself to be? Where are his kinsmen and his native fields? Does

 

he bring some tidings of thy father's coming, or came he hither in furtherance of some matter of his own? [410] How he started up, and was straightway gone!

 

Nor did he wait to be known; and yet he seemed no base man to look upon.” Then wise Telemachus answered him: “Eurymachus, surely my father's home-

 

coming is lost and gone. No longer do I put trust in tidings, whencesoever they may come, [415] nor reck I of any prophecy which my mother haply may learn

 

of a seer, when she has called him to the hall. But this stranger is a friend of my father's house from Taphos. He declares that he is Mentes, son of wise

 

Anchialus, and he is lord over the oar-loving Taphians.” [420] So spoke Telemachus, but in his heart he knew the immortal goddess.

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[365] But the wooers broke into uproar throughout the shadowy halls, and all prayed, each that he might lie by her side. And among them wise Telemachus was

 

the first to speak: "Wooers of my mother, overweening in your insolence, for the present let us make merry with feasting, [370] but let there be no brawling;

 

for this is a goodly thing, to listen to a minstrel such as this man is, like to the gods in voice. But in the morning let us go to the assembly and take our seats,

 

one and all, that I may declare my word to you outright that you depart from these halls. Prepare you other feasts, [375] eating your own substance and

 

changing from house to house. But if this seems in your eyes to be a better and more profitable thing, that one man's livelihood should be ruined without

 

atonement, waste ye it. But I will call upon the gods that are forever, if haply Zeus may grant that deeds of requital may be wrought. [380] Without atonement,

 

then, should ye perish within my halls." So he spoke, and they all bit their lips and marvelled at Telemachus, for that he spoke boldly. Then Antinous, son of

 

Eupeithes, answered him:"Telemachus, verily the gods themselves are teaching thee [385] to be a man of vaunting tongue, and to speak with boldness. May

 

the son of Cronos never make thee king in sea-girt Ithaca, which thing is by birth thy heritage." Then wise Telemachus answered him: "Antinous, wilt thou be

 

wroth with me for the word that I shall say? [390] Even this should I be glad to accept from the hand of Zeus. Thinkest thou indeed that this is the worst fate

 

among men? Nay, it is no bad thing to be a king. Straightway one's house grows rich and oneself is held in greater honor. However, there are other kings of the

 

Achaeans [395] full many in seagirt Ithaca, both young and old. One of these haply may have this place, since goodly Odysseus is dead. But I will be lord of our

 

own house and of the slaves that goodly Odysseus won for me." Then Eurymachus, son of Polybus, answered him: [400] "Telemachus, this matter verily lies on

 

the knees of the gods, who of the Achaeans shall be king in sea-girt Ithaca; but as for thy possessions, thou mayest keep them thyself, and be lord in thine own

 

house. Never may that man come who by violence and against thy will shall wrest thy possessions from thee, while men yet live in Ithaca. [405] But I am fain,

 

good sir, to ask thee of the stranger, whence this man comes. Of what land does he declare himself to be? Where are his kinsmen and his native fields? Does

 

he bring some tidings of thy father's coming, or came he hither in furtherance of some matter of his own? [410] How he started up, and was straightway gone!

 

Nor did he wait to be known; and yet he seemed no base man to look upon." Then wise Telemachus answered him: "Eurymachus, surely my father's home-

 

coming is lost and gone. No longer do I put trust in tidings, whencesoever they may come, [415] nor reck I of any prophecy which my mother haply may learn

 

of a seer, when she has called him to the hall. But this stranger is a friend of my father's house from Taphos. He declares that he is Mentes, son of wise

 

Anchialus, and he is lord over the oar-loving Taphians." [420] So spoke Telemachus, but in his heart he knew the immortal goddess.

 

, you

 

I sailed Cayuga's waters and nicked shin in Ithaca. The big horse thing wasn't quite as prominent as the North 40 or Simian's pub (or The Dugout). Let's hunt pheasant out at Nelson Road. Hung over, rifles, surround and shoot.

 

Birds fly, mates die......drop them off the bridge above the fall river.....accident.

 

So spoke Billy.....So sayeth the lord.

 

EDIT - Amen.

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Day 13,000

Somewhere off the Madagascar Coast

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

Dear Lord Am I You?

 

I sat crosslegged on my beautiful yoga platform this morning, and as I said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of mankind, it crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with the most wondrous thought yet that I got up and yelled to the Sea of my Love and said: Dear God Above, Am I You?

 

Thoughts of light and love ran through my head and my rigging as I looked up and said to myself and the nearby triggerfish eating my bottom clean, " I must go up the mast and look as far as I can, perhaps I can see Eternity from here."

 

Carefully, because I am alone at sea now for these many, many long years, I wrapped my beard around my neck twice, and started to climb up towards the very tippy top of my Danish gifts from the King himself- my wonderful masts that have served me so well all these years. I climbed slowly because my arms ached with the effort of constant sewing my tattered sails, and stroking my sprouts for hours each day as they come up like beautiful green buddies in my galley of Love on the Eternal Love Ship.

 

I started singing to the wind which was whistling a minor gale as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, am I You, Am I Love?

 

At that moment the skies darkened. It was a sign. It was blowing 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot and a half. The mast reached towards the dark water as I climbed down slowly, knowing once again that even though I would continue to try to heal the entire world with my wonder Grace and Love, I was not He.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love to the Whole World.

 

Reid

 

13,000 Straight Days at Sea.

 

 

Hey RW! You can play too! I took the liberty of entering you in our little game ~ 300 words on the nose!

 

 

Day 13,000

Somewhere off the I-Beam with a Scotch Chaser

Wind 12-45 knts

Speed 1 knot

 

Dear Lieutenant, Am I You?

 

I sat cross-legged on my paraffin wheel, and said my daily prayers to solve all the problems of jackknife clowns. It crossed my mind as it crossed my legs with this thought! I yelled to the Sea: Dear God, Is Wofsey Azure or Red?

 

Thoughts of love and Ali ran through my head! I said, "I must go up the mast; perhaps I can see Hasbro from here!"

 

I wrapped my beard around my neck, and climbed towards the top of my Danish gifts from the King - my wonderful masts. My arms ached from constantly sewing my tattered sails with the strings of tampons Soy didn't need after all, stroking my derrick for hours each day, and playing with my Iridium Dice and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots in The Stadium of Love. The Azure Guy is Lieutenant Kickplate. Soy's Red Anarchy Guy just stands there now. I become one with Kickplate and knock his block off. But is that my friend Wofsey now?

 

I started singing as I rose high above the stars and asked God above, "Can I stay the Azure champ?

 

The skies darkened. I was blowing azure fondant flatulence 45 knots now, and the Schooner was going almost a knot. It was a sign. The mast reached towards the dark water to let me down, and I knew that I would strive to be the Champion of the Azure Love World with my wonder, grace, and gazelle-like left jab.

 

Cause if I was I sure as Hell wouldn't have made that damn wind go to 45 knots while climbing the mast just to see what I could sea.

 

Love from the Eternal Love Ship.

L.K.

 

That was beautifully done...

My hat's off to you, JP.

And to RW as well.

What a team! B):D:P

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Now the wooers turned to the dance and to gladsome song, and made them merry, and waited till evening should come; and as they made merry dark evening

 

came upon them. Then they went, each man to his house, to take their rest. [425] But Telemachus, where his chamber was built in the beautiful court, high, in

 

a place of wide outlook, thither went to his bed, pondering many things in mind; and with him, bearing blazing torches, went true-hearted Eurycleia, daughter of

 

Ops, son of Peisenor. [430] Her long ago Laertes had bought with his wealth, when she was in her first youth, and gave for her the price of twenty oxen; and he

 

honored her even as he honored his faithful wife in his halls, but he never lay with her in love, for he shunned the wrath of his wife. She it was who bore for

 

Telemachus the blazing torches; [435] for she of all the handmaids loved him most, and had nursed him when he was a child. He opened the doors of the well-

 

built chamber, sat down on the bed, and took off his soft tunic and laid it in the wise old woman's hands. And she folded and smoothed the tunic [440] and hung

 

it on a peg beside the corded1 bedstead, and then went forth from the chamber, drawing the door to by its silver handle, and driving the bolt home with the

 

thong. So there, the night through, wrapped in a fleece of wool, he pondered in his mind upon the journey which Athena had shewn him.

 

 

:o Thus ends book 1. Will Telemachus find his daddy? Will Penelope give in to one of the suitors? Is Odysseus still alive and will he return? Stay tuned for further adventures.

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Keeping his boat tethered to a crumbling cement wall in an industrial section of Long Island City has another key perk: he's staying in the city rent-free.

 

I used to live on the banks of the beautiful Newtown Creek at the end of Manhattan Avenue.

 

The police will eventually chase him out of there. Even though it's fairly wide, they like to keep it clear for the garbage barges. And there are a lot of gas lines and electric lines on the bottom, they get skittish about anything they think might drop an anchor. And since 9/11, there are no more "rent-free" anchorages or dockings in NYC with a view of Manhattan.

 

Decent spot to launch a kayak though, if you don't mind the smell of garbage and fuel oil. Some of the locals used to set crab traps and pull a few out. Yech.

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Hey Mike AKA Cliffey,

 

Uh. me and the MIT boys over a few beers at Miracle of Science bar http://www.miracleofscience.us/ discussed your desal thingy. We determined that if the blown extrusion was such that water magnified the suns rays and if there were say three layers of liquids desaling below, i.e. seawater, that we could improve on your design by 63 percent. This design will use sensors and extremely accurate pumps to make it all work, but we are confident that it can all be powered by one small solar panel. It will cost more, but will make more wawa and the by product - salt. Mortons - are you listening?

 

We also figured out that two Mac 26's, attached at the hip, could in fact almost fly with the right kind of parasail. Imagine flying across the pond on your Mac 26 Cat! When the wind dies down you drop and float, when it picks up you fly at apparent. Still working on how to factor in the weight of two 75 HP engines on the stern, could we swap out for say two 6 horse? Waterskiing is for idiots anyway. Why jump off of a perfectly good boat?

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Uh. me and the MIT boys over a few beers at Miracle of Science bar http://www.miracleofscience.us/ discussed your desal thingy. We determined that if the blown extrusion was such that water magnified the suns rays and if there were say three layers of liquids desaling below, i.e. seawater, that we could improve on your design by 63 percent. This design will use sensors and extremely accurate pumps to make it all work, but we are confident that it can all be powered by one small solar panel. It will cost more, but will make more wawa and the by product - salt. Mortons - are you listening?

 

I think it would lower the efficiency, (unless you found a way to suspend the Second Law of Thermodynamics), since the lenses can only subtract from the overall energy density, rather than add to it, due to their absorption coefficients. The energy flux from the sun is about 1kW per square meter. Your suggestion is essentially a stacked-basin still, and it's possible to do it without sensors and pumps, but the problem you're backing into again is that your collecting condensing surface and transmission surface are the same, and the direct still is least-efficient (and simplest) method of solar desalination. But the reason why we use it is because it can be exploited most cheaply. As soon as you add complexity, you're better off going with some multi-effect distillation scheme, where you can recapture the heat of vaporization. That's where the real energy is.

 

However, your idea is beautifully imaginative, and it shows some real promise. You should think up more stuff like this.

 

Waterskiing is for idiots anyway. Why jump off of a perfectly good boat?

 

Why? Chixdig waterskiing ... nobody knows why, although many sailors have tried to uncover the secret.

 

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A water ski IS a perfectly good little boat, and one of the most fun to play with that has ever been made.

 

I rode mine for all of about 4 minutes yesterday, first time in a couple of years. My arms and shoulders are destroyed today. It's a WAY better workout than sailing.

 

Oh, btw, I was being towed by an Evil Jet Ski! :P

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Mike,

Oops, I forgot to mention the thermal assist plates powered by the solar panel which would generate heat for teh lower levels and would thereby raise the overall units operating temperature such that higher distillation rates were possible. Hey these guys make whiskey from floating pond weeds - have your peeps call mine...

 

My peeps think that the CheeseScow is almost historic in terms of ridiculousness. What do the Alabama-ites think?

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Oops, I forgot to mention the thermal assist plates powered by the solar panel which would generate heat for teh lower levels and would thereby raise the overall units operating temperature such that higher distillation rates were possible. Hey these guys make whiskey from floating pond weeds - have your peeps call mine...

 

 

Your total available energy is a function of heat collection area, not in coupling area. So your thermal assist plates (whatever they are made from) can't raise the temperature any higher than the collection source allows, again Second Law of Thermodynamics. Solar desalination rarely uses photovoltaics anyway, they aren't as efficient as heat collection. If you're going to use photovoltaics, the most efficient system would be some form of molecular screen, either reverse or forward osmosis or electrodialysis if the source requires that.

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Oops, I forgot to mention the thermal assist plates powered by the solar panel which would generate heat for teh lower levels and would thereby raise the overall units operating temperature such that higher distillation rates were possible. Hey these guys make whiskey from floating pond weeds - have your peeps call mine...

 

 

Your total available energy is a function of heat collection area, not in coupling area. So your thermal assist plates (whatever they are made from) can't raise the temperature any higher than the collection source allows, again Second Law of Thermodynamics. Solar desalination rarely uses photovoltaics anyway, they aren't as efficient as heat collection. If you're going to use photovoltaics, the most efficient system would be some form of molecular screen, either reverse or forward osmosis or electrodialysis if the source requires that.

 

Alabama 1! MIT 0! What do you guy's do for fun?

 

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Alabama 1! MIT 0!

 

Nah, the blokes at MIT are way smarter than I am, it's just that I'm in a bizarre little backwater of physics, and then I'm in a little-used estuary of that backwater. There are only a tiny handful of experts in my area, maybe more when we run out of water.

 

What do you guy's do for fun?

 

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Day 819 - July 20, 2009

 

Wind SW, 15 knots, Course W, Speed 3.5 knots, Position 9*36 n by 21*00w

 

Bless Your Lucky Stars

 

Thank you very much everybody for helping make the Love Voyage happen and thanks everybody who has joined in and is following the voyage. I think of everybody and try to please. I hope I am doing OK. When I think of you I send Love, Love, Love and wish you well and send you blessings.

 

Thank you so much those of you who continue to make efforts on behalf of the mission in so many ways, giving your time, energy, money and love to help keep the expedition going. I send special gratitude to those getting the message out and trying to share this event with as many people as possible.

 

Thanks to everyone who indentifies, is concerned and cares and sends uplifting letters sharing your inner feelings. Thank you very much for your prayers that I do feel, that have supported me, given me courage, peace of mind and strength to go on. I wish I could write in detail to everybody to reciprocate the kind blessings that come my way.

 

All my letters are to you. You have helped make me a better person (I hope), more caring and compassionate for everybody. I am not much of a wordsmith or proper writer. I am surviving such a learning experience; I feel I have so much more to learn. Certainly many of my words and descriptions have been awkward and not expressed as well as I would like.

 

Thank you for your patience with me when I am like a child in search of my identity in a strange new world where I have to say I can do it over and over again. And when I do succeed with little things, I say, Hooray, I did it! The world is becoming a better place! Please forgive my exuberance. I feel extremely grateful and lucky. Thank goodness. Thank Heaven. Thank God. Bless your lucky stars!

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"Thank you for your patience with me when I am like a child in search of my identity in a strange new world where I have to say I can do it over and over again. And when I do succeed with little things, I say, Hooray, I did it!"

 

Do what? Avoid all adult responsiblities and Davy Jones locker due to luck?

 

Better to be lucky than good!!!!

 

Or is the "over and over again" a Freudian slip regarding all the nubile lasses seduced back in Hoboken??

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Day 819 - July 20, 2009

 

Wind SW, 15 knots, Course W, Speed 3.5 knots, Position 9*36 n by 21*00w

 

Bless Your Lucky Stars

 

Thank you very much everybody for helping make the Love Voyage happen and thanks everybody who has joined in and is following the voyage. I think of everybody and try to please. I hope I am doing OK. When I think of you I send Love, Love, Love and wish you well and send you blessings.

 

Thank you so much those of you who continue to make efforts on behalf of the mission in so many ways, giving your time, energy, money and love to help keep the expedition going. I send special gratitude to those getting the message out and trying to share this event with as many people as possible.

 

Thanks to everyone who indentifies, is concerned and cares and sends uplifting letters sharing your inner feelings. Thank you very much for your prayers that I do feel, that have supported me, given me courage, peace of mind and strength to go on. I wish I could write in detail to everybody to reciprocate the kind blessings that come my way.

 

All my letters are to you. You have helped make me a better person (I hope), more caring and compassionate for everybody. I am not much of a wordsmith or proper writer. I am surviving such a learning experience; I feel I have so much more to learn. Certainly many of my words and descriptions have been awkward and not expressed as well as I would like.

 

Thank you for your patience with me when I am like a child in search of my identity in a strange new world where I have to say I can do it over and over again. And when I do succeed with little things, I say, Hooray, I did it! The world is becoming a better place! Please forgive my exuberance. I feel extremely grateful and lucky. Thank goodness. Thank Heaven. Thank God. Bless your lucky stars!

 

And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

Wouldn't it be more selfish to constantly drag his relationship with his family into the public space? His weblog is just a publicity device for his business, why do you think he should use that as a platform for demonstrating his off-boat issues? Don't public figures typically separate their personal life from their business life?

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Day 819 - July 20, 2009

 

Wind SW, 15 knots, Course W, Speed 3.5 knots, Position 9*36 n by 21*00w

 

Bless Your Lucky Stars

 

Thank you very much everybody for helping make the Love Voyage happen and thanks everybody who has joined in and is following the voyage. I think of everybody and try to please. I hope I am doing OK. When I think of you I send Love, Love, Love and wish you well and send you blessings.

 

Thank you so much those of you who continue to make efforts on behalf of the mission in so many ways, giving your time, energy, money and love to help keep the expedition going. I send special gratitude to those getting the message out and trying to share this event with as many people as possible.

 

Thanks to everyone who indentifies, is concerned and cares and sends uplifting letters sharing your inner feelings. Thank you very much for your prayers that I do feel, that have supported me, given me courage, peace of mind and strength to go on. I wish I could write in detail to everybody to reciprocate the kind blessings that come my way.

 

All my letters are to you. You have helped make me a better person (I hope), more caring and compassionate for everybody. I am not much of a wordsmith or proper writer. I am surviving such a learning experience; I feel I have so much more to learn. Certainly many of my words and descriptions have been awkward and not expressed as well as I would like.

 

Thank you for your patience with me when I am like a child in search of my identity in a strange new world where I have to say I can do it over and over again. And when I do succeed with little things, I say, Hooray, I did it! The world is becoming a better place! Please forgive my exuberance. I feel extremely grateful and lucky. Thank goodness. Thank Heaven. Thank God. Bless your lucky stars!

Every time one of these gets posted I read it through thinking its going to be an entry into the 1000 days writting contest. Even after I have read the whole thing and have spotted none of the required words, I am still not convinced that it is not.

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

Wouldn't it be more selfish to constantly drag his relationship with his family into the public space? His weblog is just a publicity device for his business, why do you think he should use that as a platform for demonstrating his off-boat issues? Don't public figures typically separate their personal life from their business life?

True, unless they knock up someone during an "on boat issue". At that point he inter-mingled his business and personal life. Besides donors love babies. If he were smart he would be playing up that angle.

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

Wouldn't it be more selfish to constantly drag his relationship with his family into the public space? His weblog is just a publicity device for his business, why do you think he should use that as a platform for demonstrating his off-boat issues? Don't public figures typically separate their personal life from their business life?

 

Thanks for acknowledging that he's a public figure and, as such, is fair game for criticism and parody. I do, however, agree you that his relationship with his son is his own business. I for one would likely be much harsher for a perceived exploitation of his son than an absence of his mention. Some public figures do separate public and private lives, as Reid has tried to separate those aspects of his private life on public record that show him in a less than stellar light.

 

I also agree with ASeawolf that this has been and will always be about feeding Reid's insatiable ego. If he could exploit his son to his advantage, I think he might be persuaded to do so, but his history as a deadbeat dad make that a bit too risky. He and many of his shore team are flakey, but they aren't stupid -- they ultimately located the switch that powers the electric winch.

 

JP -- Nice work in the essay contest. Tomorrows the deadline!

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

 

Love, Love, Love for SELF! It's all about Reid.

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This thread has become extremely boring lately...

 

...with exception of the image directly above this post! "Hello, Sailor!"

 

I'm just working for the TEAM. Speaking of which. GO TEAM! YOU ALL ROCK! WEID HAS BEEN OUT THERE LONGER THAN WE CAN MONITOR THIS THREAD!

 

aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Whoa! How did Slightly Salthy possess my keyboard? Forgive me Regatta Dog for I have sinned.

 

Here's my penance....

 

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

Wouldn't it be more selfish to constantly drag his relationship with his family into the public space? His weblog is just a publicity device for his business, why do you think he should use that as a platform for demonstrating his off-boat issues? Don't public figures typically separate their personal life from their business life?

 

Hmmm... You've made yourself a pubic figure here Cliffy and you got all upset that I mistook the pic of the blonde with Alabamameintheass ('cuz you don't wanna look at the front side) sagging tits for your wife. Fair game. But I do apologize, it was an honest mistake really...

 

The fact that his public profile does not show concern for his partner, nor his son, nor the other people he left behind speaks loudly!

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EDIT - As stated earlier - every Reidasious entry must provide a non photo shopped picture. It can not come from the 1000 days site or photochopped crap from here. Extra points if you can find a photo that has nothing at all to do with the text of your entry. Tits and ass shots, not withstanding.

 

 

 

Dammit RD! NOW I read this fn rule! I can live with the "no photochopped crap", but why no ACTUAL 1000 Days photos?! This one was perfect for my essay!

 

 

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EDIT - As stated earlier - every Reidasious entry must provide a non photo shopped picture. It can not come from the 1000 days site or photochopped crap from here. Extra points if you can find a photo that has nothing at all to do with the text of your entry. Tits and ass shots, not withstanding.

 

 

 

Dammit RD! NOW I read this fn rule! I can live with the "no photochopped crap", but why no ACTUAL 1000 Days photos?! This one was perfect for my essay!

 

 

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Lemme talk to the judges, but I think they'd give more points to a cheese platter where there was a pineapple in the center of the mix of American and whiz, and a small dog was humping the cored pineapple whilst eating cheese.

 

Heck - I found this in the back of a 1972 Rolling Stone magazine promo for the local dinner theater rendition of Donald Crowhurst's - "The Pirates of Barbuda".

 

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Love your work, JP, but maybe it's time to be a bit more grounded. I suggest you spend more time with Mr. Google and less with your photo editing thing.

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This thread has become extremely boring lately...

 

Just to bring you up to date on our story: So far: Telemachus, Odysseus's son, is only a month old when Odysseus sets out for Troy to fight a war he wants no

 

part of.[5] At the point where the Odyssey begins, ten years after the end of the ten-year Trojan War, Telemachus is twenty and is sharing his absent father’s

 

house on the island of Ithaca with his mother Penelope and a crowd of 108 boisterous young men, "the Suitors", whose aim is to persuade Penelope that her

 

husband is dead and that she should marry one of them.

 

Odysseus’s protector, the goddess Athena, discusses his fate with Zeus, king of the gods, at a moment when Odysseus's enemy, the god of the sea Poseidon, is

 

absent from Mount Olympus. Then, disguised as a Taphian chieftain named Mentes, she visits Telemachus to urge him to search for news of his father. He offers

 

her hospitality; they observe the Suitors dining rowdily, and the bard Phemius performing a narrative poem for them. Penelope objects to Phemius's theme,

 

the "Return from Troy"[6] because it reminds her of her missing husband, but Telemachus rebuts her objections.

 

That night, Athena disguised as Telemachus finds a ship and crew for the true Telemachus

 

 

As we begin book 2:

 

The next morning, Telemachus calls an assembly of citizens of Ithaca to discuss what should be done to the suitors. Accompanied by Athena (now disguised as

 

his friend Mentor), he departs for the Greek mainland and the household of Nestor, most venerable of the Greek warriors at Troy, now at home in Pylos. From

 

there, Telemachus rides overland, accompanied by Nestor's son, to Sparta, where he finds Menelaus and Helen, now reconciled. He is told that they returned to

 

Greece after a long voyage by way of Egypt; there, on the magical island of Pharos, Menelaus encountered the old sea-god Proteus, who told him that

 

Odysseus was a captive of the nymph Calypso. Incidentally, Telemachus learns the fate of Menelaus’ brother Agamemnon, king of Mycenae and leader of the

 

Greeks at Troy, murdered on his return home by his wife Clytemnestra and her lover Aegisthus.

:rolleyes:

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:unsure: Book 2

 

Soon as early Dawn appeared, the rosy-fingered, up from his bed arose the dear son of Odysseus and put on his clothing. About his shoulder he slung his sharp

 

sword, and beneath his shining feet bound his fair sandals, [5] and went forth from his chamber like a god to look upon. Straightway he bade the clear-voiced

 

heralds to summon to the assembly the long-haired Achaeans. And the heralds made the summons, and the Achaeans assembled full quickly. Now when they

 

were assembled and met together, [10] Telemachus went his way to the place of assembly, holding in his hand a spear of bronze--not alone, for along with him

 

two swift hounds followed; and wondrous was the grace that Athena shed upon him, and all the people marvelled at him as he came. But he sat down in his

 

father's seat, and the elders gave place. [15] Then among them the lord Aegyptius was the first to speak, a man bowed with age and wise with wisdom untold.

 

Now he spoke, because his dear son had gone in the hollow ships to Ilius, famed for its horses, in the company of godlike Odysseus, even the warrior Antiphus.

 

But him the savage Cyclops had slain [20] in his hollow cave, and made of him his latest meal. Three others there were; one, Eurynomus, consorted with the

 

wooers, and two ever kept their father's farm. Yet, even so, he could not forget that other, mourning and sorrowing; and weeping for him he addressed the

 

assembly, and spoke among them: [25] “Hearken now to me, men of Ithaca, to the word that I shall say. Never have we held assembly or session since the

 

day when goodly Odysseus departed in the hollow ships. And now who has called us together? On whom has such need come either of the young men or of

 

those who are older? [30] Has he heard some tidings of the army's return,1 which he might tell us plainly, seeing that he has first learned of it himself? Or is

 

there some other public matter on which he is to speak and address us? A good man he seems in my eyes, a blessed man. May Zeus fulfil unto him himself

 

some good, even whatsoever he desires in his heart.” [35] So he spoke, and the dear son of Odysseus rejoiced at the word of omen; nor did he thereafter

 

remain seated, but was fain to speak. So he took his stand in the midst of the assembly, and the staff was placed in his hands by the herald Peisenor, wise in

 

counsel.

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Mike W. tries to determine in vain, when & where he lost his ball bearings.

 

There. Fixed it for you.

 

 

 

"Mike W. tries to determine in vain, when & where he lost his bearing."

 

 

 

 

Not his balls. Not his bearings. Not his ball bearings.

 

 

Why do you misanthropic SA'ers feel such a need to make things worse, always fixing that which is not broken?

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Mike W. tries to determine in vain, when & where he lost his ball bearings.

 

There. Fixed it for you.

 

 

 

"Mike W. tries to determine in vain, when & where he lost his bearing."

 

 

 

 

Not his balls. Not his bearings. Not his ball bearings.

 

 

Why do you misanthropic SA'ers feel such a need to make things worse, always fixing that which is not broken?

 

Touchy much?

 

Great photo, btw.

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And true to his old form, not one word about his son's first birthday! It's always about me, me, me.................selfish fuck!

 

Wouldn't it be more selfish to constantly drag his relationship with his family into the public space? His weblog is just a publicity device for his business, why do you think he should use that as a platform for demonstrating his off-boat issues? Don't public figures typically separate their personal life from their business life?

 

Hmmm... You've made yourself a pubic figure here Cliffy and you got all upset that I mistook the pic of the blonde with Alabamameintheass ('cuz you don't wanna look at the front side) sagging tits for your wife. Fair game. But I do apologize, it was an honest mistake really...

 

Interesting. Do all people with I.Q.s of 144 convince themselves that people of average intellect like me are dense as used bowling balls? You actually expect me to believe that you thought I provided photos of my wife for the purpose of the SA joke-making and then claim to have made an "honest mistake"?

 

And clearly your finely-tuned 144 mind would obviously know that I am not a public figure. I don't hide my identity on this forum due to my desire to remain compliant with U.S. Code 47 Section 223, which reads ...

 

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"Whoever...utilizes any device or software that can be used to originate telecommunications or other types of communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet... without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy, abuse, threaten, or harass any person...who receives the communications...shall be fined under title 18 or imprisoned not more than two years, or both."

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So please understand, that my desire to obey the law (and the fact that I seem to have a pair of organs which you seem to lack) does not make me a public figure any more than you are a public figure for violating Section 223.

 

Next, as for your "Alabamameintheass" comment ... women down here are very attractive, as is my wife in particular. I think it's best that you accept this detente, lest one of your comrades call for a challenge of seeing a photo of your wife and comparing her to mine.

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And clearly your finely-tuned 144 mind would obviously know that I am not a public figure. I don't hide my identity on this forum due to my desire to remain compliant with U.S. Code 47 Section 223, which reads ...

 

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"Whoever...utilizes any device or software that can be used to originate telecommunications or other types of communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet... without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy, abuse, threaten, or harass any person...who receives the communications...shall be fined under title 18 or imprisoned not more than two years, or both."

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aww jeez cliff, you can't be serious. if you have plans for dragging the sa brain trust into court for TRYING to annoy you anonomously, shoot me a pm for contact info. i'd love to follow the farce first hand.

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BACK ON TOPIC, PLEASE!!!

 

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Day 821 - July 22, 2009

 

Wind, Becalmed, Drifting E,0.8, Position 9*12n by 21*35w

 

Becalmed Soul

 

Yesterday the wind died down, the sky cleared up and the sun set on the horizon for the first time in months. When darkness fell, I also saw the North Star for the first time since we returned to the Atlantic. It is low on the horizon for me, but high in the sky for most of you in the Northern hemisphere.

 

The stars slow danced on the sea and their floating reflections pointed to the schooner from every direction. There was no horizon and the stars of the sky blended into the stars of the sea shimmering ecstatically.

 

I pondered a letter I received that afternoon that asked me, "Why are you going so slow? Why don't you sail around the world? What's the problem?" I have been explaining for years in many ways. A voyage of the heart unfolds at its own pace, beyond control - it can't be rushed or forced. I hope he is surprised when he reads what happened to us the night before. I am working on an illustration for it now.

 

I love where we are: It took me a sail around the world to find this place; or, actually it took me a lifetime of sailing. I love to be here to contemplate and share, in spite of man's deepest reasoning that to be on a sailboat becalmed at sea for any period of time is a fearful experience to be avoided. I could stay here much longer and always be renewed except that the common consciousness of man in words and feelings that float through all our minds keeps telling me I must go. So soon, I guess I'll have to give in and go.

 

By being out here I overcome deep commands to conform and stay safe. Those who understand experience it too, and they pass it on. It will be easier now for any person to set out into the unknown on any level.

 

This story is full of mystery and wonder. The only hard fact is the satellite verified track. Please allow the story to unfold in its own way and you will discover parts of your deep self in it. Normalcy, predictability and facts are easier to follow then letting the story unfold and finding your own involvement, hidden meanings and heart felt experiences.

 

This takes soul. This is a soul journey.

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And clearly your finely-tuned 144 mind would obviously know that I am not a public figure. I don't hide my identity on this forum due to my desire to remain compliant with U.S. Code 47 Section 223, which reads ...

 

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"Whoever...utilizes any device or software that can be used to originate telecommunications or other types of communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet... without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy, abuse, threaten, or harass any person...who receives the communications...shall be fined under title 18 or imprisoned not more than two years, or both."

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aww jeez cliff, you can't be serious. if you have plans for dragging the sa brain trust into court for TRYING to annoy you anonomously, shoot me a pm for contact info. i'd love to follow the farce first hand.

 

 

I hate to do it, but I agree with Mike that he (Mike) is not a "Public Figure", but rather a poster on the web who uses his own identity. I respect that, and wish that the folks at MC, who are driving the train off the tracks would do the same thing. Cliffy has balls, writes well and, IMHO, has been the best advocate for 1000 days to post here. He doesn't step down from a shitfight and is, so far, the only supporter of Reid that seems reasonable and can make a point with a self effacing sense of humor.

 

Mike's only flaw, regarding the topic at hand, as far as I can tell, is that he derails the train of thought onto another set of tracks and totally fucks up the wreck of the train, which most of us are here not only to observe, but contribute to. I, for one, am happy to set down a roll of Susan B Anthonies on the track. I'm in this for the train wreck, not a pnakace Lincoln.

 

Keep it up Mike. Work the brake from the Caboose. You're a good friend to Reid and I appreciate your efforts on his behalf, but at some point you should just "Casey Jones" this thing and post your sophomoric thoughts.

 

BTW Mike - we're waiting on your Reid Essay with the 10 words/phrases. The two entries so far will be tough to beat, but as a runner up I might have some Opti Mom jewelry.

 

:P

 

Jesus Christ in toe less pumps with a Prada clutch, Billy. What the fuck are you doing up?

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BTW Mike - we're waiting on your Reid Essay with the 10 words/phrases. The two entries so far will be tough to beat, but as a runner up I might have some Opti Mom jewelry.

:P

 

 

NO! DO NOT ENTER! TIME'S UP ANYWAY!!! I MUST WIN FIRST PLACE FOR THE HAT! RD, where exactly did you find that OM's jewelry on her? :huh: Never mind, just let me win the hat!

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BTW Mike - we're waiting on your Reid Essay with the 10 words/phrases. The two entries so far will be tough to beat, but as a runner up I might have some Opti Mom jewelry.

:P

 

 

NO! DO NOT ENTER! TIME'S UP ANYWAY!!! I MUST WIN FIRST PLACE FOR THE HAT! RD, where exactly did you find that OM's jewelry on her? :huh: Never mind, just let me win the hat!

 

It's the Opti-Mom Nipple ring set - in Spencer Gift goldish, painted aluminum.

 

They're engraved on the back with --

 

"Opti-Moms - Cougars in Training"

 

 

 

 

Moving on ---

 

Becalmed Soul

 

Yesterday the wind died down, the sky cleared up and the sun set on the horizon for the first time in months. Dear Ms. Teacher lady who's following this in the classroom in Oklahoma. Please reassure your class that the world did not stop it's rotation around the sun whilst Reid took a break to rest, catch water, and get man-sages from Jesus and Buddha. Time marches on, the crops come in, and we're back in school 1st week of September. When darkness fell, I also saw the North Star for the first time since we returned to the Atlantic. It is low on the horizon for me, but high in the sky for most of you in the Northern hemisphere. Dear Ms. Teacher lady in Oklahoma. Please explain to your class that stars, by their general nature, are high in the sky. In fact - they are very, very high in the sky. Talk to Mr. Chumlins who teaches a week of Astronomy in his science class, or that sweet Algerian fellow who you get your morning coffee from at the Mini-mart to confirm.

 

The stars slow danced on the sea and their floating reflections pointed to the schooner from every direction. Teacher Lady - Please make sure that your students don't submit science projects at the fair where all the foam balls hanging from wire coat hangers have arrows pointing to the Schooner Anne. I know that if it says so on the Internet, it must be true, but the world does not revolve around _____________ (fill in the blank) There was no horizon and the stars of the sky blended into the stars of the sea shimmering ecstatically. Teacher Lady - stars of the sea are echinoderms that hang out on rocks in relatively shallow, usually fairly cold water - Patrick, from Bikini Bottom, being the exception.

I pondered a letter I received that afternoon that asked me, "Why are you going so slow? Why don't you sail around the world? What's the problem?" Teacher - Critical Thinking -- "How did you receive a letter? Was it the Seahorse Express? With the wax seal of Neptune on the envelope?" I have been explaining for years in many ways. A voyage of the heart unfolds at its own pace, beyond control - it can't be rushed or forced. I hope he is surprised when he reads what happened to us the night before. I am working on an illustration for it now. Mr. Hartwick, Math Teacher, forwarded a math problem from some advanced student in a primary school in Oklahoma -

 

"A 70' sailing yacht with a deadbeat dad and a nubile young neophyte leave Hoboken, NJ and complete one of four planned circumnavigations travelling at an average speed of .36 kts. At about the same time, a flight leaves Chicago bound for a connecting flight in NY carrying a guy and a bycycle. Both are atheletes of renown. One of the two returns to NY as a great athelete. Question - Is the great athelete the one that get's tossed a baby with a dirty diaper when he "lands", or the othe guy who won the Tour De France 7 years in a row, lost a testicle, and banged Cheryl Crow with no official observation of Jesus picking gravel out of his elbows?

I love where we are: It took me a sail around the world to find this place; or, actually it took me a lifetime of sailing. I love to be here to contemplate and share, in spite of man's deepest reasoning that to be on a sailboat becalmed at sea for any period of time is a fearful experience to be avoided. Teacher Lady - being becalmed at sea is not so much a fearful experience as a fucking pain in the ass - Google "Columbus", "doldrums", "sodomy". I could stay here much longer and always be renewed except that the common consciousness of man in words and feelings that float through all our minds keeps telling me I must go. Teacher Lady - This would be the time to explain to the kids, that when leaving the American Museum of Natural History that, all the children must have a hand on the rope as you cross the street from the front doors to Central Park. So soon, I guess I'll have to give in and go.

 

By being out here I overcome deep commands to conform and stay safe. Those who understand experience it too, and they pass it on. It will be easier now for any person to set out into the unknown on any level. Teacher Lady from Oklahoma - Please develop a 1/2 hour Social Studies unit entitled - "Overcoming Deep Commands to Stay Safe and Passing it on". Might I suggest reversing the picking order for Dodge Ball teams? Lethargic geek-turds as captains surrounding themselves with their brethren? After all - self esteem before competence. Love, love, love.

 

This story is full of mystery and wonder. The only hard fact is the satellite verified track. Hey Teacher Lady - MIT is looking for smart young applicants. Follow your young students through their SAT's, Junior College and be a reference to tell those fucking idiots in Cambridge that the only hard fact is the satellite track. Please allow the story to unfold in its own way and you will discover parts of your deep self in it. Teacher Lady.....uh....... that's between you and Reid. Normalcy, predictability and facts are easier to follow then letting the story unfold and finding your own involvement, hidden meanings and heart felt experiences. Teacher Lady - the 13 YO with the speedo tan, puka bead necklace, and the Ocean City T-Shirt? The one that looks like a boy? Keep her away from the welcome home ceremony.

 

This takes soul. This is a soul journey.

 

Teacher Lady - Please finish up the segment of this week's class with a Motown bash in the cafeteria serving collard greens pizza. I think I might be able to get Aretha to sing "The Void Toe-Jam".

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aww jeez cliff, you can't be serious. if you have plans for dragging the sa brain trust into court for TRYING to annoy you anonomously, shoot me a pm for contact info. i'd love to follow the farce first hand.

 

The law's the law, if you don't like it, go complain to G.W. Bush, he was the one that pushed that bit of bizarrity through the House. Obviously it doesn't apply to the Aussies, POMs, Canadians and Europeans on SA, but like it or not, it applies to all U.S. citizens and U.S. Nationals, I think even our friend in Palau.

 

As for your compliance, I could care less, go do what you want, salute the flag without pants, use Declaration of Independence toilet paper, I don't care. Anarchists resist all aspects of the police state, and that includes ratting out our friends. Never peach on a fellow.

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BTW Mike - we're waiting on your Reid Essay with the 10 words/phrases. The two entries so far will be tough to beat, but as a runner up I might have some Opti Mom jewelry.

:P

 

Thanks for the invitation Professor Doggie, but I can't possibly contribute tonight, I have to operate some motorized equipment later this evening.

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Love Weedo's last post.

 

He doesn't sail around the world again? Because he knows he's damn lucky to have made it around once.

 

This has become the voyage of diminished or abandoned expectations.

 

So now we go from the Love Voyage to the Soul Voyage. Wonder what the late great James Brown would have had to say about that.

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salute the flag without pants

 

that one's outof left field cliff. little up tight about body image? how do you expect the nudists of this fine nation to salute ol' glory?

 

red, see post #24549

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Love Weedo's last post.

 

He doesn't sail around the world again? Because he knows he's damn lucky to have made it around once.

 

This has become the voyage of diminished or abandoned expectations.

 

So now we go from the Love Voyage to the Soul Voyage. Wonder what the late great James Brown would have had to say about that.

 

 

I would guess that how many times he went around the world on this journey is private information between Reid and Sonaya.

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Interesting. Do all people with I.Q.s of 144 convince themselves that people of average intellect like me are dense as used bowling balls? You actually expect me to believe that you thought I provided photos of my wife for the purpose of the SA joke-making and then claim to have made an "honest mistake"?

 

And clearly your finely-tuned 144 mind would obviously know that I am not a public figure. I don't hide my identity on this forum due to my desire to remain compliant with U.S. Code 47 Section 223, which reads ...

 

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"Whoever...utilizes any device or software that can be used to originate telecommunications or other types of communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet... without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy, abuse, threaten, or harass any person...who receives the communications...shall be fined under title 18 or imprisoned not more than two years, or both."

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So please understand, that my desire to obey the law (and the fact that I seem to have a pair of organs which you seem to lack) does not make me a public figure any more than you are a public figure for violating Section 223.

 

Panties in a bunch? Try the new Wofsey pantie unbuncher! Guaranteed to restore the sense of humor inate in most reasonable mammals and makes them feel better at the same time. Only $9.99 - order yours now at www.mypantiesareinabunch.com Thanks wofsey... Ever hear of judgement proof? I'll out myself after my counsel makes you sign a non-disclosure agreement. Otherwise, this place is for kicks and giggles and I'll bet money that no lawyer that wasn't in the movie "My cousin Vinny" would take the case. Bring it! What's your damages? Lay on a couch for awhile? OK, I actually might be willing to pay for that. Maybe Regatta Dog can lay at your feet given his lack of bite in terms of responding to your threat. Where's OxyClean? This place is not for the faint of heart. You knew that when you got your first "Fuck off Noob" post. Grow some Ovaries! Geez....

 

But you remind me of another well known idiot.

 

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aww jeez cliff, you can't be serious. if you have plans for dragging the sa brain trust into court for TRYING to annoy you anonomously, shoot me a pm for contact info. i'd love to follow the farce first hand.

 

The law's the law, if you don't like it, go complain to G.W. Bush, he was the one that pushed that bit of bizarrity through the House. Obviously it doesn't apply to the Aussies, POMs, Canadians and Europeans on SA, but like it or not, it applies to all U.S. citizens and U.S. Nationals, I think even our friend in Palau.

 

As for your compliance, I could care less, go do what you want, salute the flag without pants, use Declaration of Independence toilet paper, I don't care. Anarchists resist all aspects of the police state, and that includes ratting out our friends. Never peach on a fellow.

OSHIT!

You're supposed to have pants on to salute the flag?! I feel so embarassed now :o

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Panties in a bunch? Try the new Wofsey pantie unbuncher! Guaranteed to restore the sense of humor inate in most reasonable mammals and makes them feel better at the same time. Only $9.99 - order yours now at www.mypantiesareinabunch.com Thanks wofsey... Ever hear of judgement proof? I'll out myself after my counsel makes you sign a non-disclosure agreement. Otherwise, this place is for kicks and giggles and I'll bet money that no lawyer that wasn't in the movie "My cousin Vinny" would take the case. Bring it! What's your damages? Lay on a couch for awhile? OK, I actually might be willing to pay for that. Maybe Regatta Dog can lay at your feet given his lack of bite in terms of responding to your threat. Where's OxyClean? This place is not for the faint of heart. You knew that when you got your first "Fuck off Noob" post. Grow some Ovaries! Geez....

 

But I wear boxers. You should try them, they give the ol' boys a bit of breathin' room.

 

Oh wait, you don't need them.

 

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You're supposed to have pants on to salute the flag?! I feel so embarassed now :o

 

That depends on how much you love the U.S. Constitution ... when I salute the flag without pants it gets a double-decker salute.

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Interesting. Do all people with I.Q.s of 144 convince themselves that people of average intellect like me are dense as used bowling balls? You actually expect me to believe that you thought I provided photos of my wife for the purpose of the SA joke-making and then claim to have made an "honest mistake"?

 

And clearly your finely-tuned 144 mind would obviously know that I am not a public figure. I don't hide my identity on this forum due to my desire to remain compliant with U.S. Code 47 Section 223, which reads ...

 

---

"Whoever...utilizes any device or software that can be used to originate telecommunications or other types of communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet... without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy, abuse, threaten, or harass any person...who receives the communications...shall be fined under title 18 or imprisoned not more than two years, or both."

---

 

So please understand, that my desire to obey the law (and the fact that I seem to have a pair of organs which you seem to lack) does not make me a public figure any more than you are a public figure for violating Section 223.

 

Panties in a bunch? Try the new Wofsey pantie unbuncher! Guaranteed to restore the sense of humor inate in most reasonable mammals and makes them feel better at the same time. Only $9.99 - order yours now at www.mypantiesareinabunch.com Thanks wofsey... Ever hear of judgement proof? I'll out myself after my counsel makes you sign a non-disclosure agreement. Otherwise, this place is for kicks and giggles and I'll bet money that no lawyer that wasn't in the movie "My cousin Vinny" would take the case. Bring it! What's your damages? Lay on a couch for awhile? OK, I actually might be willing to pay for that. Maybe Regatta Dog can lay at your feet given his lack of bite in terms of responding to your threat. Where's OxyClean? This place is not for the faint of heart. You knew that when you got your first "Fuck off Noob" post. Grow some Ovaries! Geez....

 

But you remind me of another well known idiot.

 

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RV - I've got better things to do than help Mike further derail this train wreck. I'll let my record stand on it's own as far as poking these asshats in the eye.

 

Everybody who posted an entry in the essay contest gets a hat. I think JP's entry gets first pick of lids, but everyone gets a hat. I'll even send one to Mike W.

 

PM me with a mailing address. Any mailing address.

 

CScow - you suck for not entering.

 

 

 

BTW - I like the concept of derailing a train wreck.

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