we ned too tech pepole two yous cammas an two pruf reed.
asspeshulie eshpashuly aw screw dat
In kawestons most of al.
I am need ded twoo tech pepole.


Brilliant manifesto, no?


And I'm sorry things like Sylvan and Huntington learning center are total Bull Funky. made to rip off parents with no control over their kids or the next generation of brats they've bred. (But if they'll hire me for high five figures or better I'll consider working for them. what I care about are the students and their comprehension.) why not go volenteeer as a tutor in your kids school. It'd be cheaper than working overtime to pay for your little darling to learn how to pass tests to then flunk out or get kicked out of college.


*momentarily distracted by news, resulting in happy dance.*
WHOOO HOOO!!!!! FOR ONCE FUCKING GYM CLASS IS BEING CUT BY THE BUDGETS!!! TAKE THAT YOU STUPID FUCKING REPUBLICANS WITH "I NEED TAX CUTS! BOO HOO HOO!" HAH NOW YOUR KIDS'LL BE FAT PREGNANT BY SIXTEEN AND WILL STILL FAIL THE STUPID STANDARDS TESTS YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS CONCOCT! MUWAHAHAHA... AND THEN THE SUBURBS WILL BE RIPE FOR THE PICKING BY THE LIBERALS WHO KNOW "Walk softly and carry a Big stick" BECAUSE THEY LEARNED THEY'RE FUCKING HISTORY. WE'LL FIGHT GUERILLA STYLE WARFARE AND YOU'LL LOSE BECAUSE "This isn't how we war-gamed it! That's not fair! The enemy's not playing by Our Rules!" AND WE WILL CONQUER YOU AND FORCE YOUR PREGNANT DAUGHTERS TO HAVE ABORTIONS AND TURN ALL YOUR SONS GAY AND DISSOLVE HETEROSEXUAL MARRIAGE AND RENDER THE CHURCH POWERLESS. Limp wristed men will Tie you to your flag poles with "God/Deity Bless The Rest Of The World Too." bumperstickers and Feng Shui your houses, . We'll break all your scissors so the men can't cut their hair and shave all the women's Heads. We'll tattoo an upside down cross Or a Pentacle on your forhead and play Heavy metal and punk music all day. We'll only allow you one car and it will be a hybrid if you must have gas. If you want more cars they must be human powered or Solar powered. (Let's see, what else frightens the Republicans?) All Property will be the property of the government and the government is the property of All the people. IT WILL BE A GLORIOUS DAY!
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*gasp for breath*
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....

*calms herself.*
What was I saying?

All that from a three minute news story about cutting gym class to be legal and meet the school budget....

From www.Kare11.com
Scrapping Physical Education
Rondah Kinchlow, Craig Norkus and Deb Lyngdal
Coming up Thursday night at ten, why physical education classes may be dropped at your child's school.

Last year, the legislature changed the rules and decided p-e was no longer a requirement to graduate. (why couldn't this have happened before I had to suffer through a quarter of Freshman gym in my senior year)

At least 20 Minnesota districts have now reduced or eliminated the course.

It comes at a time when more and more students are overweight and out of shape. (But they pointed out that the Obesity problem existed before they cut the requirement. I was in gym and I am still Fat)

In the Extra -- the debate over this controversial issue and why some people are fighting to get p-e classes back in school.







Muwahahahahaha my plan is working perfectly....


by the way I have a question for the Viagra ad people, "Do you really want your product associated with a gay man who died of AIDS which is a Sexually transmitted disease?"

But let's spend more money for men to get hard ons instead of researching cures for cancer, AIDS parkinsons, Depression... You know Unimportant illnesses....


Gosh this post has gotten very political....

Posting as an indie vidie you all...



nothing to say just postin...

INT-KEITH’S HOME
Keith is showing danae around the place.

DANAE
So you live alone here.
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Italicised sections possibly cut/moved for clarity.

EXT-PARK-NIGHT
It is raining. KEITH BALLERFON stands holding a bloody sword. CASSIUS MAHLERROSE kneels in front of Keith.

KEITH (V.O.)
The move was mine to make alone.

Keith adjusts his grip on the sword. Cassius raises his head, a single blue eye still functioning. there is fear in his gaze.

KEITH (V.O.)
I had all the time I needed, I just had to make my move.

INT-KEITH’S APARTMENT- 2am, 23 YEARS EARLIER( Read more... )

INT-CASSIUS BEDROOM( Read more... )

INT-CASSIUS BEDROOM AGAIN( Read more... )

Copyright 2003 Diana Lee Fitzwater all rights reserved.

I don’t want to talk about the divorce. I don’t want to talk about the alcoholism and drug abuse. I really don’t want to talk about the accident and death of my career.( Read more... )

A low pained grunt exploded from keiths lips as he hit the ground and started sliding down the mountain. his hands grasped at stones, opening up wounds as they slipped on wet but jagged edges. finally friction out did gravity and he came to a stop. his breathing came fast and he closed his eyes. He rolled onto his stomach, back bleeding through the remains of his shirt. the voice cried, “Move or you’re dead boy.” keith stood up slowly in obvious pain and picked up a small dagger. he spun around and got the blade against his wrist intime to stop the sword from going through. His foot connected with Lucius’ solarplexus and the vampire went down. keith dropped to one knee and placed the point in perfect position to drive it through the bottom of lucius’ heart. lucius gasped for breath as keith pressed a little more firmly with the point. “Excellent, it’s only taken you thirteen years.”
“I’m only human.”
“Hardly.”
( Read more... )

Adam and I got into the car and he smiled. “Your parents are lovely people nella.” He said as I pulled out from the curb.
“Yes I’m sure.”
“So, you play cello?”
“Some people can’t guess. They wonder what the hell that thing is.”
“I dated one of the cellists in the Minnesota orchestra for a while. He had great hands.”
“I’m sure.”
“Strong but flexible.”
“Adam-”
“I loved it when he’d practice vib-”
“Adam!” I was laughing so hard I couldn’t drive. I pulled over to the curb. “I did not need that image in my head.”
“Are you at least being complimentary to me, Nella?”
“Adam!”
“Oh, come on, Nella, you can tell me.”
“I think I’m being proportionate.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” ( Read more... )

Mankato
One morning Adam and I sat on the couch. I was reading through one of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman volumes as Adam channel surfed. When the phone rang, Adam grabbed it. “Hello?... Yes, this is he.... Uh huh... Uh huh... I’ll be down as soon as I can... Yeah... Bye.” He hung up. “Nella?”
“What?” ( Read more... )

Well It’s a Job

For the next month I spent my days job hunting and my nights in the Sonata Cafe. I frequently sat at the bar with a Diet Coke as I talked with Mike or Gabe, who was the picture perfect definition of Nordic. There wasn’t a thing visible on him that wasn’t pale. He also looked more like a bouncer than a bartender. Gabe looked thirty but “was pushing forty” he confessed one time; Mike added, “And acts like he’s nine.” to which gabe stuck a tongue out and mike gave me a look that said, “Case closed.”
I loved my life. For the first time in years I was happy with how things were going. I was able to write and with my few chores adam assigned me I felt less guilty about it than I did at home.
One night when I walked in the Sonata was as full as I’d ever seen it. Gabe was running all over behind the bar. The waiters were barking the orders at him, and he was filling them with amazing speed, one hand working the blender the other almost constantly shaking up a Martini. “Hey Nella. What a night.”
“Yeah. There’s no where to sit that’s legal.”
“I’ve got a chair back here if you want, Nella.”
“I won’t be in the way?” ( Read more... )

Critique

Adam lay in bed, reading my stapled story. I sat in the chair by the window as he read, kitties flocking to me as if they knew he was too busy to pet. He sighed and lowered the pages. I waited, and then I said, “So?”
“What did your professors say?”
“What?”
“What did your professors say about your writing? I’m assuming you gave them something similar to this.”
“Yes.”
“So what did they tell you.”
“That it looked like I was struggling to include every cliché, that I looked like someone writing disguised fan fiction.”
“Anything positive?”
“Nope... just a nicely said, if this is what you plan to write you might want to consider another endeavor.”
“I see potential.” ( Read more... )