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More fun stuff to read, Habermas, facebook, transformation of the public sphere and the ideal speech situation.
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More fun stuff to read, Habermas, facebook, transformation of the public sphere and the ideal speech situation.
Many of you know I am an extreme fan of the TV show House. I really don’t know why. Maybe it’s because House’s ego and mine are very simmilar? Maybe it’s because lots of the dark humor? Maybe it’s just because it’s a great show, probably the best and most intelligent on air right now. I don’t know.
Well, I just got done watching tonight’s show, and all I can say is “Wow, it’s about time”. I’ve only been waiting for that for about 5 seasons now. If you are fanatic of the show, tonights is probably one of the best. The previews for next week’s season finale look great too. Then we go to nearly crap TV for several months, with WAY too many reality crap shows. I’m just tired tonight, ignore me.

That’s what Tanner says, she has Chickenbawks, and they go bawk, bawk, like a chicken goes. Yep, she broke out with chicken pox last Friday, so we have been doing a decent job keeping her away from people. I, myself, have been on vacation all week, helping deal with Tanner, who has been a real character all week. You can tell she feels like crap.
So, guess who came down with chickenbawks this evening?  Most people who know me know I’ve never had them before. I’m not looking forward to the next week – I have a Olympic Triathlon scheduled for Saturday, as well as a wedding Saturday evening. We’ll have to see how that goes. So I guess for now, I’ll just leave you with a quote:
 ”Bawk, bawk!”Â
Ever get one of those miserable colds that just won’t go away? I’ve had one off and on for about a month now, and the last couple of days are “on”. Ick. I stayed home from work yesterday and today, and today have been sleeping on the couch for most of the afternoon.
The ebay link below is a great read, be sure to read some of the comments. I am sure most of the parents out there have experienced this at one point in time or another.Â
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130144061675
You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.
OK, so my day has not been all bad, I actually purchased another Rabbit for myself (white one will be the lovely wife’s once complete). I am picking it up in the morning. I guess I’m going back to Farfegnugen from the LBC (Little British Car). Difference is, I’m trying to find ones that are turn-key, I don’t have time for projects.

Previous owner is not the fine upstanding moral person afterall. Page below details our dialogue. I’m going to have to take him to court, ala Vance Marine.
1981 VW Rabbit Convertable documentation.
1981 VW Rabbit Convertable ebay Ad.
Below is the link for the auctiun, if you want to really learn some new skills. He teaches you that you can polish a turd. The only problem. That turd, no matter how shiney and sparkly it is, it’s still a turd
I’m laying here in bed, tired, already popped an Ambien, and I’m more interested in bitching about this issue. Hopefully, once all is said and done, guy ends up being a good guy, and not a doornob.
There’s a .pdf version of the ebay listing here:
.pdf version
Jaymie’s new car. Looks like it is going to need a new motor though. I’ll update once I get the exact scoop on the motor, and when I find out if the guy I bought it from is a good guy, or a real doornob. It’s a 1981 VW Rabbit Convertable. I’ll post more specifics later. (click on an image below to see the whole gallery)
As many of you know this heathan is a recovering Catholic, and a product of Catholic Schools. If you are offended by religious jokes, get over it, this is meant in great light, and is in no way derogortory to any religion. This story involves parrots and hookers, with a touch of religious intent.
What, you ask, why do I call myself a heathen? In answer to that, I ask if you actually know what the term means… Wikipedia defines it as: A modern heathen is a non-believer in anything supernatural. In older definitions, it is defined as: 1 : an unconverted member of a people or nation that does not acknowledge the God of the Bible 2 : an uncivilized or irreligious person.
For my purposes, we’ll go with the Wikipedia version – I look at things to logically, from a scientific method, and Occam’s razor does apply to my beliefs (“All things being equal, the simplest solution tends to be the best one.” )- hell Occam himself was a Franciscan Friar in the 1300’s, so I guess you can say the Catholic Church even has my back in my beliefs…Â
Did I say something about hookers and a parrot?
Catholic Parrots
A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”
“What do they say?” the priest inquired.
They say, “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”, she confessed to the Father.
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That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed, then he thought for a moment. “You know,” he said, “I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we’ll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase in no time.”“Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution.”
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest’s house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison: “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”
There was stunned silence. Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, “Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been answered!”
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As my daughter Tanner would say “Ta Da!” You guys have a great weekend!