I was talking to your ssister last nigtht(sp), and she asked me when Matt K. started dating a model. She got real jelous and said that Matt was dating his sister.

The metaphor of the bowl: Think of a bowl in the sun, but with a veil upon it. The veil is creating darkness or dimness inside the bowl. In the bowl there are billions of entities dwelling in this darkness. Many of them survive within a "dark paradigm," for they've been in the dark for eons. Some actually "eat" darkness [a standard Kryon metaphor that means that darkness sustains them and their biology]. Therefore, their lives are accustomed to the dark, and depend on it.

These entities, which survive in the dark, stay away from light because they can't survive in the light - not with the "dark biology" they have developed. Now, in this bowl, there are still some who seek the light and hold the light, but they're fewer, since darkness is the way of the bowl, and has been for a very long time. Therefore, those who choose the paradigm of light struggle more. It's a harder life.

Now in this metaphor, we'll say that suddenly the veil is taken away, and the bowl is flooded with light. The very first thing that happens is chaos for those who can no longer find dark sustenance! They'll be very angry that their "norm" has been upset. Next, many more light entities develop in the bowl because they've seen this light and they're absorbing it. Like seeds planted at night, they were waiting for the sun to come up, and they're responding. These are the ones who were never quite pleased with the dim light of the past.

Matt, it is not your eyes that are blazing, it is what's behind them. What is behind your fiery eyes? A blazing soul? A fierce determination? A schizophrenic predator?

It is a new era for home schooling.

Spelling bee winner creates buzz about virtual schools - RAY PARKER, Naples News
Sam Lawson can go to school in his pajamas. His daily commute to classes is measured in steps rather than miles. For this eighth-grader, the schoolhouse includes some self-discipline along with a computer, under the watchful eye of his mother. It works for him.

The Florida Virtual Academy is one of two public cyberschools that offer online learning for students his age. The Lawsons enjoy the flexibility of the program and say it gives them more control over their children's education. The virtual schools, just into their second year, are a radical departure from the traditional model of public education and have attracted some critics, such as teachers' unions.

The funny thing is, half of us have said, at one point or another, "This blog needs an enema."

Type in "enema" in the search bar to see the eight times that phrase has been used (always cleverly by skinny).

I hate it when people say: "This blog needs an enema."

That is stupid.

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I don't have any little pink socks myself, but as a symbolic gesture I've buried one of my own socks in my parents' back yard this morning - right next to poor Isabel, who I ran over, and on the other side of Romeo, who I also ran over but with a different vehicle, and below Rodah, who Matt Woo ran over.

I'll never forgive you for running her over Matt Woo. I loved that cat.

The impotent little pink sock will be missed. He was such an amazing part of this blog for such an amazing time. I'd have to say that was probably the best couple of months of my life.

meow

Call me skinny for nothing, but I think it just makes more sense to have two little pink socks. Even if one is impotent.

KILLL!!!



I'll give a dollar to whoever will post this picture for me. I'm an idiot.

Bob Woodward's Bush at War:

The was a good story in this book about Bush throwing out the first pitch at the Yankees game following 9/11.

When Dubya nailed the first pitch with a strike the crowd roared. Thousands of fans raised their arms in unison and put their thumbs up.

Karl Rove was with George Steinbrenner in the press box and he said it was like being at a nazi rally.

Up yours Cliffard. I've received more blow jobs then any man alive.

You're boring me.
Stop being bored.

I think we should change the name our blog to "The Abu Ghraib Ranch."

I wear a size 9 1/2 shoe. That is the size shoe that women find most sexually attractive.

Why won't someone call me and hang out with? Losers with jobs. That's all you beavers are.

I haven't worn underwear in three days. Have you guys noticed?

My powers of observation infinitely superior to everyone's else's combined.

Matt K used to be my best friend, now he is my least favorite friend. Life is funny that way.

But I am much funnier then life could ever dream to be. Fuck you life, your not as funny as me.

I have the worst hangover ever, and I'm handling it like a champ. On a scale of 1 to five, my hangover is a number so high that is cannot be fathomed by even the papalcy. And I'm dealing with it with a even larger number. So fuck you inferior numbers.

I am posting at a rapid pace. My fingers are on fire. The whole world is in love with me. My hair ... My hair ... is impeccable.

You know what's fucked up? EVERYBODY ELSE.

I am skinny for nothing.

I can run twice as fast as the fastest man alive. I just choose not to because it's dangerous.