Jen's Iraq petition / Ireland cell phones in coffins

Jen emailed us something called "Block the escalation in Iraq"...

I just took an action on the internet telling the new US Congress to stop President Bush's plan to escalate the war in Iraq, and I thought you might be interested. Please see the email below.

Subject: You Thought Iraq Could Not Get Worse

Dear friends,

Just when we thought the war in Iraq couldn't get any worse - it has.
Last night, President Bush rejected reality, spurned the American people's verdict, and announced his new policy: MILITARY ESCALATION IN IRAQ.

The good news is that the newly elected United States Congress can stop this madness. We're launching an immediate campaign to let the Congress hear from global voices - placing an ad with the number of signatures to our petition in Roll Call, an influential political paper sent to every member of the US Congress. Click to see the ad, and sign the petition.

With hope,

Ricken, Paul, Tom, Rachel, Galit, Lee-Sean and the rest of the Avaaz.org Team


Today's Vibrating Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Funeral directors in Ireland report that more and more families are throwing a mobile phone into the coffin with the deceased. They're more than just mementos, too. "There is a fear that some people have that they will be buried alive," says Dublin mortician Peter Flanagan. "They have contact with the outside world if they have a mobile phone with them." But, he says, he suggests to families they either turn the phone off, or at least turn it to vibrate. "Obviously," he says, "you don't want a phone ringing inside a coffin during a funeral."

Culled from: This Is True
Generously donated by: Carolyn

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That's just plain silly! If you can't get reception inside a subway, what makes people think they'll get reception inside a coffin?

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Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Here's the perfect site for those of you who wanted to be a doctor, but didn't get the grades to make it to med school... or, conversely, those of you who wish to emulate the surgical skills of Jack The Ripper. GoLimbs.Com sells medical simulation models that you can use to practice removing tumors, inserting catheters and airtubes, taking blood samples, and other lovely procedures. Playing doctor has never been so realistic! (Or expensive, sadly...)

Thanks to Steve for the link.

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Morbid Art Du Jour!

Joseph Seigenthaler's artwork is the perfect antidote to those who believe that the human body is beautiful. Blech!!!!! Thanks to Moni for the link.


The first one reminds me of these Snopes pages: Buried Alive! and Phone Call from the Grave.

God made me walk all floppy, Gwyneth and Evelyn!

As I thought from looking at the attendance sheet today, there HAD been Awana last week... DARN IT ALL! Oh well, no harm done. I talked to Henry for a bit, who said that Winter Conference had been informative: that's what I expect out of it, for sure! Chrystal and I agreed that the story this week was pretty good; it was about a wooden person who was all depressed because he had grey dot stickers (for positive things) instead of yellow star stickers (for negative things) on his body, but then he went to his creator and got a dose of self-esteem... what HE said mattered, not the other wooden people! One of the kids was pretty smart and said that the creator in the kiddy story was like God... too bad he didn't get an Awana dollar for that, haha. The kids had a LOT of energy today, singing I Am A C multiple times (going up a key each repetition) and wanting Henry and Mike to erase ALL the words in the "fruits of the Spirit" song right away! Whoa.

I asked Joey how the Minnesota game had been the other night: "Terrible, just terrible!" was his response... later, he thanked me for doing my normal secretary work with the team points and records. Not a problem! (I think I'll put HIM on my birthday list too, haha) Talked to Amos for a bit about his tiring week and power outages - Anita mentioned she'd had one, AND a phone outage when her cell had no batteries... but he hadn't had one, and neither had I. Then he referenced something he'd learned at the Awana Conference, which I wasn't there for because of the salmon spawning Chinese bus tour. He asked me about that, then I asked whether he played any World of Warcraft: no, but he used to play an online game called MapleStory (which I *have* heard of, surprisingly). However, he promised his mom that he wouldn't play anymore that school started... she'll take away his French tutor (whom he hates) otherwise! I was going to ask him if he read books, but then we got swamped with work at the end of Handbook Time... maybe I'll give him a ginseng bookmark anyhow!

On the way out of the basement, Henry picked up his niece Gwyneth and told Eric T. that he couldn't do something for him since he had four people in his car. I said bye to Ian, who didn't cry like last time I talked to him (phew!) and said "BYE!" loudly. Upstairs, we picked up his other niece Evelyn and convinced her to wear her coat since it was really cold outside. To my surprise, we switched cars to his sister Teresa's... that was fine with me, since it was parked very close to the church and I only had to navigate some grass with snow on it. (not that the sidewalk leading to the church from the back parking lot was as bad as last night since it was apparently shoveled... the basement door was locked, otherwise we could have got in that way beforehand!)

Gwyneth and Evelyn asked me whether / why I was going in their mom's car, and if I liked it: yes, because Henry had to drive me home too, and yes! After that, Gwyneth asked me why I walked "all floppy"... I wasn't sure how much to tell the kid about CP, so it was a good thing Henry came up with a brilliant save: "That's like asking why some people have black hair, and why some have red hair. It's just how God made some people!" Then Gwyneth tried to make a correlation between walking all floppy and eating bad food: I told her the two had nothing to do with one another, while Henry said that everyone should eat good food and reminded them who made their good food. Evelyn asked where my house was: about three minutes from theirs!

Gwyneth kept forgetting that she wasn't supposed to play with her squeaky soccer ball, so I handed her some toy dog in the front: she said that was her dog Sammy. Then she and her sister wanted me to read her pink balloon: I can't read the Chinese part because my Chinese is bad, but the English part said "Luckfook Jewellery." They were on a roll for a bit calling me a weird name, but I ignored that. Then they sang Mary Had A Little Lamb, only replacing the words with "poo" and "pee." (Henry and I had a hushed discussion about toilet humor and the forbidden which kids LOVE!) Then Henry told them to sing a song that they'd learned at Winter Conference: they remembered the first half, but not the second! They talked to each other about popping the balloon and eating it: NO!

Gwyneth asked me if I was going to their house for dinner (no, since I have food at my place), and said that she wanted to go to MY house for dinner... heh, maybe some other time! (or not, considering the current messy conditions of this place) Then she complained of her skin hurting and being itchy: Henry promised her some Vaseline when they got home. While we were passing the other apartment buildings in my complex, Henry told them that we were going to get to my house: Gwyneth asked me why I didn't leave then, so I said that I couldn't exactly get out of a car while it was moving! At my complex, Evelyn asked which was my house: one of those rooms that they could see, I said. (even though you can't see mine from the front door) Everyone said bye while I exited the car... good times, and something to tell my sister about tomorrow since she rightfully thinks they're feisty and a handful to boot!

Dreams of little boys crashing my place / Blog world / Quizzes

Am scared of snow and ice rink outside. Yeah, shut up. :P

The phone awakened me at 10:27, but it showed up as an unknown caller with dashes for numbers on my Caller ID. You can bet I'm not answering THAT! (could have been a call telling me that Awana was cancelled due to icy conditions... I wish!) So I went back to bed and had a dream about Rich and all these little kids crashing my place to hold a birthday party for one of the boys. There was a video game with a lot of cartoon characters: some of them were like the ones in Homestar Runner. Interesting...

Checked blogs very quickly since I have to leave soonish: Spoz has a weekender review like BLACK HOLE SUN, and apparently broke his resolve to NOT write in there till the Big Day Out in February. Dawn has John Mayer lyrics and a photo of Geoffrey (her brother), and Dave's downloaded the first four episodes of 24's new season - no wonder his MSN name has been referencing that for the past few days! Steph says she needs discipline (don't we all?), and Vivian's family got tickets to the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibition in Seattle! So cool... and lucky them! Jon would LOVE the big guitar in one of her photos, heh.

Edit at 3:50 PM: I called Henry to see what was up since it was then 3:40 PM and we were kinda supposed to be there at 3:30-ish. Last year, I know Sam and I stretched that by a lot, often arriving at 4 or 4:15 when Awana actually started. There was this one time he arrived at 4, all apologetic since I had to wait for half an hour or so, but that was fine since he did that. But this is the latest Henry's ever been... since I told him last night to CALL ME WHEN HE GETS HERE, I thought he'd forgotten in the typical guy way. But no... he's on his way and is actually here now FINALLY! Bye!

Your Mind is PG-13 Rated

Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy. You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.

Do You Have a Dirty Mind?

You Passed High School with an D

You have the brains of a high school graduate... at least!

Could You Pass High School?

Too American-centric. :P

No strip clubs or bordellos here! / KFC Macaroni and Cheese

Now it's time for bed, even if Corey thinks I went to a strip club or bordello last night... no, I don't think my life is THAT exciting! :P (I should just leave my phone on, since I may sleep through Henry's phone call because I'm just THAT tired! Eep... that wouldn't be good!) It'll be great to sleep in my own bed / house tonight! (I was telling various people - Cindy, Dianne, Isabel, Emily Lam, Danielle, Jen, Vivian, etc. - that I didn't sleep well last night, probably because it WASN'T my own bed and such!)


Today's Diurnal Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Monitors are robust, diurnal lizards with long, non-autonomous tails and elongated necks. They are found in Africa, central and southern mainland Asia and Malaysian and Indonesian islands, Papua New Guinea, and Australia (where about half the species are found). The feeding biology of monitors is also diverse, ranging from Gray's monitor, which forages and eats mollusks and fruit, to the Komodo dragon, which is a sit-and-wait predator of large mammals such as deer and buffalo. Large monitors may also eat carrion, and both the Komodo dragon and the water monitor are rumored to be adept at finding, exhuming, and eating human corpses.

Culled from: Animal Diversity Web
Generously submitted by: Bruce T.

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Monitors: The Ed Geins of the reptile world!

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"My Brush With Morbidity" by Cynthia

"Going to an autopsy was one of my top '25 things to do in life before I die.' Several years into police work, I was to escort a recently-deceased female to the state morgue for the medical examiner to determine if she died by domestic assault or not. As luck would have it, there were eight bodies to be autopsied that day (July 4th) and since we were last to arrive, I got to see the first seven also. Six of the eight were thought to be alcohol and / or drug related. One of the recently deceased was the state comptroller, who had been found naked and thought to be on Viagra. Autopsy number three was a middle-aged man who may have expired due to alcohol poisoning. When the medical examiner had the body rolled over on its side to look at the underside, a fart escaped the bloated body and filled the room with the most noxious odor. I mean, the insides of dead people is bad enough that the whole ride home, I had my head out of the window to clear my nasal passages. But the dead man's fart was awful in that it combined the smell of a fart and the rotting insides of the dead. Watching the assistants saw open skulls using no facial masks and getting splattered with tissue was pretty gross. Seeing the bodies autopsied all the same way each time was anticlimactic and put me off wanting to be a forensic pathologist or medical examiner any more than I wanted to be a taxidermist or work in a slaughterhouse."

What a pity that you had a bad experience. But didn't Oscar Wilde say that when the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers?

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Morbid Art Du Jour!

Jessica Joslin creates incredibly strange and compelling artwork made from animal bones, antique hardware, glass eyes, and a variety of other materials. Positively creepy! Thanks to Joe for the link.


KFC Macaroni and Cheese

A favorite among kids and kids at heart is the Colonel's Macaroni and Cheese, which was originally made fresh daily. Now it comes premade, and is cooked in an oven like it originally was when it was made fresh.

2 cups elbow macaroni
3/4 cup Velveeta cheese
2/3 cup mild yellow cheddar cheese
1/3 cup whole milk
1/4 teaspoon salt

In a pot, bring water to a boil with salt to taste. Once the water comes to a boil, add the macaroni and cook for 12 to 15 minutes. When the noodles are cooked, drain but do not rinse. Making the cheese sauce: In a pan over low heat, combine the Velveeta cheese / shredded cheddar / milk. Cook the cheeses till they are melted, and then add the salt. Add the noodles and mix through. Place in a casserole dish and bake for 10 to 15 minutes. You may want to broil the top to make a brown topping.

Do I want to know how you burn BROCCOLI?!

Jon and I bused to church at 4:35 using the 491 and 9, and I threatened him with death a few times. He said that the ride over involved a lot of escalators and ice, sometimes together. I said that I was holding our food, so I'd do something to it if he left me alone on the ice rink that was the sidewalk... he claimed not to care. Eric called him when we were at Kingsgate Mall, and apparently asked where I was: right beside him, heh. Good thing they got their plans worked out in the early afternoon otherwise I'd have been stranded again! When we got to the church, we said hi to Jeremy (who's feeling a little better) and heard Steph call out "Yaz is ug, yaz lards!" to us on her way into the Pho restaurant. Said hi to Stanley and Jason L. when I went into the sanctuary, then I made Jon put our dinner in the fridge. The guys determined that they had to move drums, amps, music stands, and more equipment downstairs for Resonate. I went with them to talk to a bunch of people, and read a bit of Jon's book on global warming while talking to the guys about well-endowed women and plastic surgery. Angus and Melia came downstairs and thought that the Committee would be joining everyone. Later, Angus went out and came back to tell Christon that everyone was waiting for him at the Pho place... Christon's reaction while leaving: "What?! Why didn't anyone CALL me?! Ack!" Emily Lam and Isabel got there a little later, and I teased Isabel about the fun worship practice they'd had yesterday... good times! Also talked to Dylan in the kitchen when I decided to go microwave my food: he was busy cutting up the Chinese buns and pastries for our refreshments. Later, he brought Cindy's dinner out for her since it smelled too good in there: he hadn't eaten, poor guy! Dianne thought that wasn't good, but nothing you can do! Ate dinner and talked to Cindy about her practicum, elementary school, her reservations on yoga, and the COLD weather which she isn't tolerating very well. =/

Went upstairs a few minutes before Resonate started, and said hi to Frances / Dylan / Eric / Ivan. At one point, Eric was asking me what craziness I'd been up to this week: none really, but I had seen the new Bond movie! A newcomer jumped in and asked whether I'd liked it: it was cool, and he said he saw it a month ago... good to know. I should be more friendly to newcomers and the like, but it takes time for me to warm up to them; maybe I'm afraid they'll leave after only a brief time at our church, haha. Vivian, Jen, and I discussed Jen's new job offer near Shell Rd. at a pharmaceutical company (she just got it today!) - later, Jeremy decided that there wasn't any such thing as a good pharmaceutical company because that would require working with ethics, haha. We also talked about my blue / color-streaked toque: my mom knitted it for me, which is cool. I think Grandma also made one for me, which is probably somewhere in my room. (but I can't find it... eep!)

The talk was pretty good: to ensure I stayed awake, I took notes in triplicate. Ah, that brings back memories of Sunday School in 2001 when various members of the Richmond Crew had to do that for each other in Uncle Richard's class because we were away! Jen asked me where Jer was: he and Jon were downstairs helping with the Resonate music, and Vivian wondered why I needed three copies of the notes when I could just photocopy mine later. ("Why does she need THREE? ... oh yeah, Jon and Jeremy!") That could be done, but I didn't mind the busywork so much... plus, my handwriting can be hard to read sometimes. :P

It was funny when Dylan thought up a modern-day example of an administrator (God's called us to be different things to the church since we can't all be the same): "Scary church administrators like your dad!" Hahaha... and here I thought he was only scared of Mom because of that incident with Jon's guitar a while back! Maybe he knows something I don't! Later, he told me that I inspired him to write out Christmas cards this year (which I already knew): his friends were certainly surprised! Hey, it's all about the Loving Through Caring theme this year, I guess... which my sibs and Eric are having weird fun with. :P (if I can set a cool example like that without doing much really - although I seem to write more than he does since my sibs sign the cards too, making both the inner cardboard sides written on - then it's truly special and awesome!)

The "different woman" Teresa sat by me and asked whether Karen's spiced apple cider had any caffeine in it: I didn't know, but Dylan said it did not. After reminders about the ping-pong program next week, Teresa talked to Frances about her husband Mel - yes, he IS Filipino! I asked Frances about her sister-in-law Rosenda's due date: March or April?! Man, she's huge for that! I gave the guys their notes when they came upstairs in search of better refreshments than downstairs: Chinese buns and apple cider wins over Cheetos, Oreos, chips, and other stuff! They did thank me, so that was cool. :D Teresa asked whether Jon and Jeremy were my brothers; since I didn't want to confuse her by saying that Jeremy was only my brother in spirit, I merely told Jon that she was looking for him. She told him that her brother had the same first name and last name as he did: something we have DEFINITELY heard before!

Jon then tried enticing Henry to eat Chinese buns - Emily Lam had only met him during Winter Conference this past December! It's bad if the new people you end up meeting at such events are from your own church, never mind your own congregation! (they're not in the same one, but we were going with an extreme example! :P) Henry demurred, saying that he was going out to eat McDonald's. Jon made a disapproving noise, to which Henry then said: "What? You don't LIKE it?!" I recognized his voice coming from the stairwell and told him not to get my brother started on McDonald's (SUPER SIZE ME, anyone?), but he said he'd argue anyway. Fair enough... I went downstairs a couple of minutes later and saw him standing around on the stairs. I yelled his name twice since he didn't hear me the first time, and told him to call me when he reaches my place tomorrow. Note to self: Get him to drop me off at the front of the church since I don't feel like braving the sidewalk. :P

When I went downstairs, I asked Citrus what he was doing tomorrow: working, same as certain days this week! Then I got to hear from Cordia and Quan how Joyce had somehow burned broccoli... oh dear. Rich was not impressed, haha. After that, I talked to Danielle about Billie's party (can't go because of the weather and icy conditions) / Harmony / that crazy long email originally about Jon and Dallas skating where Eric thought we spammed everyone else's inboxes too much: too late if you want us to stop it because we just sent another mass email before we saw your reply! I'd sent a private email to Randal somewhere in there, and Gmail lumped it in with all the other stuff as is its wont... oh well, at least I didn't write anything TOO private, haha. (as if I would EVER do that! :P)

I overheard a discussion about how some of the guys had girly handwriting, so I went over to where Darren / Mike K. / Emily Lam / Isabel were clustered around a birthday card for Rich. Putting my hands on Mike's shoulders, I asked just which of the guys had girly writing. Mike pointed out two specimens of writing on the card, and asked if his looked similar to Isabel's... I could see some similarities, but wasn't sure Mike's was THAT girly! Then I went over to Mike T. and Emily C. to say hi and snack on a few Cheetos. When someone flicked the lights off and on again, Eric joked that it was his signal to blow his nose. Really, we all had to leave soon since the cleaning crew wanted to do their job!

Jeremy went upstairs to talk to some people, so I followed to see what was up: discussions about Dine Out Vancouver and the snow, mostly. We managed to say hi / bye to Chung, Karen S., Karen Choo, Sheena, Jason, Christon (who left his knapsack downstairs... no, it wasn't Merle's [Angus' sister] - he'll pick it up at prayer meeting tomorrow), Chalaine, Jen, Citrus, Danielle, Joyce, Cordia (who seemed very excited about going home since she was jumping up and down going "Home! Home! Home!"), Andrea, Maisie, Isabel, Daniel (who said Nathan left early since he was sick with his Hong Kong flu), Joey, Emily, and some others. Jeremy left to go find a bus, and said he guessed he'd see me on Sunday... yup, gotta do the WAVE again, haha. Eric and Steph showed up finally; a few minutes later, Chung and Karen asked us who we were waiting for: Jon! He showed up just then, and we all left... we could have picked up Jeremy from the bus stop since he was probably still waiting, but Eric thought that wasn't necessary. Vented to Steph about our parents' behavior yesterday: yes, it was a good thing that I didn't go off on them since they were kinda cranky already for unknown reasons, but STILL! Ugh. If no one drives me home past 1 AM, I'd be stranded a whole lot more times than I care to think about! (yay for friends who are willing to give me rides all the way to Richmond from Vancouver and such!)

On the way home, I was relieved to learn that Jon HAD signed Rachel's birthday card in time for her leave-taking on Tuesday - Steph told me that Rachel said: "Thanks, Sarne!" I'm not surprised she calls me that family nickname - Kate and Jessica did / do! (reminds me: I should tell Jeremy that Mom doesn't know how to spell Flime!) It's sorta true that I look at what my sibs write in cards, but I'm curious! (or nosy, haha) Jon still has all the other January birthday cards somewhere in his room, so they'll all be LATE! DAMN! Eric said that he has the all-day committee retreat to look forward to tomorrow: he hopes it doesn't go from 9 to 5, but maybe till 3 or so! As someone with experience in these matters, I told him GOOD LUCK since they planned general things for the year ahead and such! His Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF) in Victoria at U.Vic seemed to be more efficient, since they had 45-minute meetings once a week! Steph said that she'd forgotten to ask Joey about his Minnesota Wild-Vancouver Canucks experience yesterday night: we can tell how he'd say, "They lost 5-2! Ugh!" My carmates also discussed the church theme for 2007, my notes on the talk, ping-pong, and the Evite... then they also wondered where a certain person was tonight: uh yeah, it didn't really matter to me one way or the other even if I *did* notice that he wasn't there!

Taking directives too literally / Internet Addiction / KFC Macaroni Salad

Hahaha. Sarah G. (Tonks) just asked me what my "website with all the emoticon things" was. I think I'll certainly link her to my Photobucket smiley album, which is full of the ones I stole from my ex-friend Erik that time! *evil grin* (I don't know nor particularly care why that person disappeared from the board! :P)

Note to self: Now when replying to comments via Gmail from the townhouse: open new windows for both LJ and GJ, log into both sites, open another new window, and copy and paste the reply option link from the Gmail thing into the new window. Doesn't work the way I did it before... and further slows down my productivity! Speaking of productivity, this week is a wash as far as tagging work's concerned... damn! =/ (or maybe I just have a problem with staying logged in on this computer for like the first time ever...)


So my brother and sister picked me up last night to see the James Bond film. I arrived in time to hear Jon tell Harmony via phone about how Isabel and Steph ("his dumb sister") take things too literally during worship / Resonate practice. He had given out this directive to the guitarists: "Take out the E's on How Great Is Our God! (by Chris Tomlin)" So Isabel and Steph think it's a great idea to literally cross out all the instances of the letter E on the songsheet, and even try singing the song like that. Enjoying worship practice is good, but it's not good to sing it like that / do the Powerpoint slides like that during Sunday service / Resonate! Then I brought up that "it's" error on the Powerpoint slide whenever Daniel does MARVELOUS LIGHT (by Charlie Hall), and said that I refuse to sing that part now just because of the error. Jon said that it was a major pet peeve of his, and that there was some other error in another song Daniel leads: a letter had been left off the end of a word, and it happened to change the entire meaning of that line! (they were all laughing at that one pretty hard during service when it first came up!) I told Steph about money transfers, and she sorta gave me that jersey she let me borrow on Sunday, so that was cool. :D

Then we got to the townhouse, where certain things were said that I didn't agree with. Is it so hard to tell me these things beforehand so at least I know what to expect? Why couldn't they just say beforehand: "It would be better if you slept over tonight because your dad has to work tomorrow, and the movie ends late"?! Geez... :P

Maybe I can get home tonight and talk about the James Bond plot twists with someone who's actually seen it (well, I hope he has) since.... y'know... I was DEPRIVED of that experience last night! (I know my family's seen it - Steph said she and Vivian didn't - but it's not the same, haha... maybe I'll just read the IMDB message boards for that movie!)

The movie was interesting: nothing is quite as it seems, haha. Then it was back to the townhouse (with Jon and Mom helping me on the ice) for a restless night. Don't know whether it was from sleeping on a couch, or because I wasn't in my own bed. Hitting my head on the desk when I tried going to bed didn't help... the light switch for the third floor is on the wall as you go up the stairs, and not even in the room itself! That has got to be the most RETARDED placement EVER for a light switch! (did I mention the lamp in the room doesn't work, either? :P) Now, I'm still here because I don't want to take the bus home in the ice... I don't want to brave the ice near Oakridge, either! Someone please remind me how much I hate parental assumptions / frozen-over ice / cold weather in general the next time I want to go out in these conditions...

Sure, I got black pants / lunch / a Grizzlies hat (SO OLD!) / lots of popcorn / the movie / chocolate, other candy, and candy canes / crackers and snacks like Altoids and such out of it... but I'm still not impressed! :P

You Are 57% Addicted to the Internet

You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't? You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit.

Are You Addicted to the Internet?

KFC Macaroni Salad

The Macaroni Salad that Colonel Sanders used to use is listed below. The recipe is just the basic recipe. However, it has been altered many times.

1 lb Elbows Macaroni
1/4 cup Carrots, chopped fine
1 tablespoon Minced Onion
1/4 cup Celery, chopped fine
2 cups Food Service Coleslaw Dressing
dash White Pepper
1 teaspoon pickle relish

Cook macaroni noodles in a big pot of water for 12 to 15 minutes. Drain and place in a bowl with ice water, and cool for 10 minutes. In a large bowl, combine all of the above. Refrigerate for 2 hours.

Why do you think I like you? / Corey and Gmail chat noises / Cremation

Respond to this post by telling me in one sentence why you think I like you (sarcasm welcomed), and I will counter with the real reason. Post this in your own journal and spread the love.


Jen emailed me about Windows Live Messenger... I wonder if that's any good. Speaking of email, I got an unexpected invitation today to see the new James Bond movie from my brother, of all people. He said that the lards were seeing a late showing of it, so I should call him if I was interested. So I called him back a while later (can't do it right away, haha) and asked him to define "late"... maybe 9:30 or 10, and perhaps my mom wants to watch some other movie I've never heard of too! He was driving when I called, but was stuck because of some person in the left-turn lane refusing to budge. People around here and their driving "skills"... o_O Damn, I forgot it was cold and icy! Maybe I should reconsider with the little time left me before 8:30 or so... haven't had any time to work on tagging, but maybe later!

Corey should beware my fiery wrath! My computer was suddenly making weird noises at 5:30, so I assumed there was something wrong with the computer. I told him on MSN to stop doing stuff to my computer, but he didn't bite. I've censored the bad words in this transcript, but he really typed them out in full. :P I'm gonna kill that kid for messing with me...


This is the Gmail chat transcript:

Corey: buttsex
Sent at 5:29 PM on Thursday
Corey: bloing!
blork
bluck
bleek
blook
AAAAH!!!
donkey rape
tastes like grape
don't kill me, that would be mean!
eeek!
piss f*ck sh*t c*ck p*ssy
Sent at 5:33 PM on Thursday
Corey: Leslie loves *nal sex
Sent at 5:36 PM on Thursday
Corey: Leslie wants to f*ck Wayne from Wayne's World
in the ass
with a strap-on
she's weird like that
Sent at 5:38 PM on Thursday
Corey: f*ck f*ck f*ck
sh*t sh*t sh*t
c*ck c*ck c*ck
ass ass ass
poop
pee
Leslie
is
dumb
because
I
keep
sending
her
messages
and
she
apparently
isn't
smart
enough
to check them!
Sent at 5:56 PM on Thursday
Corey: poop poop poop
pee
Sent at 6:25 PM on Thursday
me: oh, get crushed in a garbage compactor :P
Corey: eat a bag of hell
Sent at 7:31 PM on Thursday
me: I know what'll fix you... water torture the Dutch way!
Sent at 7:38 PM on Thursday
Corey: it's Chinese water torture, not Dutch!
Sent at 7:49 PM on Thursday
me: READ THIS!
Corey: send me links on MSN, this window is tiny :P
Sent at 7:55 PM on Thursday
me: lazy butt :P
Sent at 7:57 PM on Thursday


This is the MSN conversation:

[16:50:58] Flami: SEXTUPLETS HERE?! No way!: what would cause Windows to freeze mid-restart? like... it froze at the Windows XP screen...
[16:54:07] Corey: overheating :P
[16:54:11] Corey: or Windows just screwing up
[17:30:36] Flami: stop making my computer make "BLOING" noises!
[17:30:51] Corey: oh, go bloing yourself
[17:30:56] Flami: no
[17:31:14] Flami: I swear, it just made a BLORK noise or something
[17:31:18] Flami: there it goes again
[17:31:24] Flami: stop trying to mess with me
[17:31:44] Flami: COREY! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!
[17:32:07] Corey: huh?
[17:32:48] Flami: you KNOW what
[17:33:06] Flami: it's been making these video game effects noises for the past 2 minutes
[17:33:25] Corey: video game effect noises?
[17:33:45] Flami: YES! STOP IT!
[17:34:09] Flami: well... "bloing!"
[17:35:49] Corey: are you sure it wasn't SHWING! ?
[17:37:11] Flami: you've been watching too much WAYNE'S WORLD :P
[17:38:15] Flami: uh... do computers make noises right before they explode?
[17:38:27] Corey: hey... I bet that's it
[17:39:34] Corey: hey, you should check your email
[17:52:22] Flami: I don't feel like checking my email... if you sent me weird stuff like a virus, I'm going to kill you by crushing you in the garbage compactor! :P
[17:54:58] Corey: no, you won't
[17:55:25] Flami: THERE IT GOES AGAIN!
[17:55:34] Corey: OH MY
[17:55:38] Flami: like I just told my brother, I'm going to KILL YOU!
[17:55:41] Flami: ("that kid")
[17:56:12] Corey: that kid?
[17:56:29] Flami: YOU! who ELSE would it be?
[17:56:57] Flami: there... I solved the problem :P
[17:57:01] Corey: I'm not a kid!
[17:57:09] Corey: how did you solve the problem?
[17:57:47] Corey: did you check your damn email like I told you so you could see that I was sending you messages on Gmail?
[18:00:04] Flami: hey, I called Jeremy a kid! and he's the same age as you are, so shut up!
[18:00:18] Flami: I simply pulled the sound plug out :P that solves it for sure!
[18:00:51] Flami: as for Gmail chat, my brother knows nothing about that... and if that was you, you don't want to know what I want to do to you now!!!!!!!!
[18:02:16] Corey: see, it makes a sound to tell you that you have a message.......
[18:02:46] Corey: I sent many more messages after the first since your crazy brain figured it was someone messing with you rather than just someone sending you a message :P
[18:22:06] Flami: .......... *beheads you*
[18:26:20] Flami: what else would it be?! why did you do that?!
[18:38:43] Corey: I'm not supposed to send you messages?? :P
[18:58:44] Flami: it's not a question of whether you're supposed to send me messages... sure you can (like the weird thing on Sunday :P), but YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FREAK ME OUT WHILE DOING IT!!!!! I THOUGHT IT WAS SPYWARE!
[19:03:48] Corey: spyware doesn't beep at you
[19:04:03] Corey: that would alert you to its presence and it wouldn't be doing a good job of spying anymore
[19:04:25] Corey: James Bond can't chase around after people saying "pooooop!!!!" in their ear over and over, they'd know he was there!
[19:07:19] Flami: speaking of James Bond, I could see it tonight... but it's cold and icy!
[19:08:19] Flami: (why does my Gmail tab say "Corey Tap...." ?? oh yeah, you :P)
[19:31:09] Flami: now YOU check your email :P
[19:32:01] Corey: I don't want to
[19:58:02] Flami: READ THIS!


Today's Cremated Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

To the ancient Romans, especially the rich upper classes, cremation was a common mode of disposal of the dead from pre-Christian times and into the second century AD. The explanation for the decline of cremation during the second century is largely unexplained, though some believe that inhumation became the preferred method of disposal because it was regarded as "gentler" and more respectful. Certainly as early as AD 31 the Empress Poppaea, kicked to death whilst pregnant by her husband Nero, was inhumed and not cremated. A hybrid of burial and cremation, os resectum, continued to be practised, whereby the finger of the dead person was cut off and buried while the rest of the body was burned. The ashes were then preserved in cinerary urns and placed in the niches of columbariums.

Culled from: Death: A History Of Man's Obsessions and Fears

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How marvelous to be able to give someone the finger after you're dead!

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Urban Exploration!

The Unquiet Tomb is an excellent collection of urban exploration photography. Highly recommended!

Thanks to Joe for the link.

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Ghastly!

One-Eyed Billy is a baby goat born with cyclopia. What a weird kid! Thanks to Jamie the Side Show Freak for the link.

Dream of seeing movies at Auntie Gloria's

I dreamed that a bunch of my friends and I got together at a hall to look through various photo albums. Jeremy and I were looking through a photo album which featured pictures of Chrystal, Lesley, and Emily in Korea... and another one featured my little sister in pink outfits and surrounded by a circle of flowers. We were laughing and having a good time, and then Eunice suggested we go to her house to watch movies since her parents were having people over too. Everyone was game as long as we could take the photo albums with us, so we went.

Once I got there, I saw Eunice's niece Avery in the downstairs hallway playing. I said hi to her, and then she said "Popo!" ("Grandma!") and clung to Auntie Gloria. She told her not to worry, but the kid wouldn't be dissuaded. Oh well... I made my way upstairs to find Uncle Richard hanging with us young folk and one white mom with two cute red-headed little kids. The kids were all over my brother for some reason, so I simply took a seat beside someone else on the couch and read the newspaper. There were headlines about a bank, a motorized hen, and how there'd be doom / rejoicing for the year to come in society. (opposites!) The movie started soon after, and the mom told her kids to be quiet. It was animated, and featured animals and robots. Good times...

I don't know what brought that on... maybe thinking about that time I saw Avery. She was so cute! :D

Milestones / future music shuffle meme

Finally finished my latest BootyBase project, and corrected minor typos while I was at it! To round things off and reward myself, here's a meme just before I go to bed. Maybe I'll sleep earlier tomorrow? *shrug*


Here's a milestones / future music shuffle meme from Amy, via Myspace bulletin:

Go to your music player, set it to shuffle / random, and answer the following questions with the title of the FIRST song that you skip to each time. No cheating! Corey's DVD will work, heh.

If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
Sex Pistols, No Fun

The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
GWAR, Pussy Planet

Your favorite thing to say when you're drunk is:
Sin With Sebastian, Shut Up and Sleep With Me (HAHAHAHA!)

Your message to the world:
Weezer, We Are All on Drugs (hahahaha!)

Your deepest secret:
Matthew Good Band, Tripoli

Your innermost desire:
The Lemonheads, Skulls

Your oldest memory makes you think of:
Dee Dee King, Emergency

Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
GWAR, Golden Showers (EWWWWWW!)

On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fortune Faded

Your friends say behind your back:
Everclear, California King

You say behind your friends' backs:
Sugar Ray, When It's Over

Your opinion of MySpace / LiveJournal:
Daft Punk, Da Funk

When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
KMFDM, Wrath

If you found yourself lost on a desert island, you'd yell:
Lords of Acid, Deep Sexy Space Chorale

Right now, your feelings are:
GWAR, The Song of Words

What's your excuse for reposting this bulletin?:
Ministry, Reload (hahaha, how appropriate!)

Your life's soundtrack:
Pere Ubu, Wasteland

Your farewell message to the readers of this entry:
GWAR, The Road Behind

Temperamental beast running slowly / KFC Corn

I should probably restart this computer sometime since it's been running on (s)low capacity all day, and it's been freezing my browser and such! Then again, I won't need another window OR the Excel document open (which takes up some memory, I know) if I just finish what I'm doing! So maybe I'll wait on it till I get that done. :P (at least the computer's not as bad as my 486 was, but STILL...)


KFC Corn

A favorite of the Colonel was corn on the cob. He decided if he was going to sell it, it had to be delicious and sweet.

Frozen corn
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon sugar
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon MSG
melted butter

Cook the corn in hot salted water with a dash of milk till nice and tender. When it is done, dip the corn in butter and sprinkle with the seasoning.

Attacking the elementary school with flamethrowers! / Gravestones and mutants

Windchill of -16°C tomorrow, with frozen conditions everywhere because the low for tonight is -7? I think I'll stay home again... o_O


Today's Flammable Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A Catholic Elementary School in Cologne, Germany

Thursday, June 11, 1964

Walter Seifert's wife died in childbirth a few years ago and because he had tuberculosis, he had been out of work for years. Walter wrote several letters about his unfair treatment by medical officers to the head of the health department, the director of the upper city, and the head of the provincial government trying in vain to make a war pension valid. All of these failed. Several medical officers certified Walter with schizophrenia symptoms, but they did not think he was violent. Today, just after 9 AM, he proved them wrong. Walter converted a garden sprayer into a flamethrower and filled it with an easily inflammable mixture that could deliver a six-meter flame. He took his new flamethrower, a lance that was 1.5 meters long, and a homemade iron centrifuge to the Catholic elementary school at Cologne Volkhoven. The school consisted of three wood pavilions, containing six classrooms, near the main administration building.

He entered the school yard and blocked a small school gate with a wooden wedge. In the schoolyard, teacher Anna Langohr was teaching a group of girls about sports. Walter went to the first pavilion, which held four classrooms. He threw some disks in with the centrifuge, put the flamethrower into an opened window, and pulled the trigger. The wooden classrooms and the clothes of the children immediately caught on fire, and panic ensued. Gertrud Bollenrath, a teacher, began to smother the flames from the children's clothes before going out into the yard and putting herself in harm's way. Walter stabbed her with the lance. By now, the students were running all over the schoolyard and Walter let loose another deadly flame. Anna, 67, tried to stay between the students and Walter, but the flames overtook her and she collapsed to the ground.

Walter then began to approach another wooden pavilion. The teachers inside, Mrs. Ursula Kouhr and a teacher identified only as Kunz, saw him coming. They tried to shut the wing doors, but Walter tore one of them off its hinges. Ursula, 24, lost her balance and fell down. Walter stabbed the fallen teacher several times while she was on the floor, killing her. By now, the neighbors were responding to the fire and commotion in the schoolyard, so Walter fled the scene into a field. He didn't get too far as the police apprehended him in the field. He didn't get much further than that either as, during the chase, he swallowed a cap of plant poison E605.

By the time the sun set on this horrific day, Walter had died in Lindenburg. Meanwhile, men who drove the garbage trucks were able to break down the gate Walter had wedged closed, and extinguished the fire with blankets and clothes. They stopped cars in the street and had them transport the wounded students to area hospitals. The students had burns over 90% of their bodies. Eight students died from their injuries. Gertrud, 62, died just after 1:00 at Holy Spirit Hospital. Anna was in critical status for weeks, and it wasn't until October that she was able to leave the hospital. The 28 students who were wounded underwent months of long and painful treatment, which could not heal the scars completely, both physical and psychological.

Culled from: Columbine-Angels.Com
Generously submitted by: Kathleen

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Now, that's what I call a true terror-art-ist! Who would think to attack a school with a flamethrower? Definitely scores points for originality.

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Morbid Link Du Jour!

Here's an excellent website that discusses the early gravestone image styles in Cape Cod, Massachusetts ... along with photographic illustrations. Thanks to Jessica for the link.

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Wretched Recommendations!

Em has a book recommendation for us:

Mutants: On Genetic Variety and the Human Body by Armand Leroi

"I highly recommend Armand Leroi's book Mutants. It manages to be inexplicably upbeat while, horribly depressing at the same time - a neat trick to be sure. Anyway, it's a beautifully written and thoroughly engrossing book, complete with a few choice anatomical illustrations and photos. It isn't just a cheap freak show in book form, but instead presents a meticulously researched picture of genetic mutation and its study, one that does not sensationalize its examples. Leroi depicts his subject clearly and unflinchingly. It's morbid fun, but the kind where you learn something and no one gets arrested for necrophilia. The quote on the back cover reads, "Who are the mutants? We are all mutants." If that doesn't scream Comtesse-worthy morbidity, I don't know what does."

Indeed!! This is the second recommendation I've had for this one, so it definitely sounds like a winner.

Light snow and treacherous ice / Beauty element / Love profile / Yin or yang

It's snowing lightly here and starting to melt, but that doesn't mean I'm going outside! There are all these cold icy conditions, not to mention the stupid drivers! Good thing I have research and modification to keep me busy, plus the tagging! Here are some quizzes, which pass the time... as does picking apart all the grammar / spelling mistakes in the latest Blogthings tests! (they're seriously annoying, trust me! :P)

Your Beauty Element is Earth

You are the epitome of a natural beauty. Your look is definitely effortless. And while you shy away from a lot of make-up and accessories, you're no granola girl either!

What's Your Beauty Element?

Virgo - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits: You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most. You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions. A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work. Your negative traits: Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer. You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well. You are picky. So picky that you'd rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults. Your ideal partner: Values success in life as much as you do. Fits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhood. Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic. Your dating style: Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involves rollerblading in the park or hiking. Your seduction style: You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibited. You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets. A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love. Tips for the future: Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time. Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late. Praise your partner more. You may expect them to be successful, but compliments are still appreciated. Best color to attract mate: Navy blue. Best day for a date: Wednesday.

What's Your Love Profile?

You Are More Yang

Masculine Creative Angry Spring Summer Morning Sun Space Active Wood Chocolate

Are You More Yin or Yang?

What kind of person are you?

You are an alcoholic. Stay away from those parties.

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

HAHAHAHA. Yeah, right! My sibs might have something to say about that, though!

What Will Your Suicide Note Say???(Created by Matthew)

Let's see if this will do it.

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

LOST SOUL

JUST DOESN'T KNOW ANYMORE

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

What will your first child's name be?

Alana

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

Like my sister said once a long time ago, I don't think I'd name my kid after my dad! o_O [or after Alana Golub, haha]

How Much Does Nat Love You

He Is Away

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

what will you blow up?

Iran

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

What Kind Of Hot Are You

You're The Sexy One On The Block - You have every guy looking your way when you walk down a hall

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

Definitely not, I can tell you that much!

Snow piles, sugar dreams, research and modifications, KFC Beans and Rice

This just in from Corey: apparently the snow PILES are at least 10 feet high, and they're expecting MORE snow later this week! Fort Collins is no stranger to snow, but that sounds massive! He has NO idea where they're going to put it all, especially since the city had front-end loaders to take care of it! Oh dear... it's snowing here too (or will), but not THAT badly! o_O

Yet another late night... this time, it's split between doing research and modifying some of my BootyBase documents to include such pertinent information as whether the people are multiples and what kind. Yes, I'm crazy and putting my RQ tagging project on temporary hiatus! Thought I'd get in an entry here before I totally forget about it and go to bed, haha. Good thing I didn't go to James Bond with Steph and Vivian, otherwise I'd be up even later than I already am! (I think I'll finish this one document which is taking me FOREVER - damn you, middle names! - and go to bed if I don't crash beforehand!)

I dreamed that Nick (nick_scorpio) and I were going around to other people's houses and offices. No, I don't know what he looks like (and that's fine :P)... but for some reason, he showed up and we were having a grand ol' time taking pens and things from various offices. Apparently we needed them for a party of some sort that was taking place at his house, which was the last one on a cul-de-sac. My sister asked us what we were going, and soon joined us with everyone in our usual crew. For some reason, Tracie / Angelize showed up in the dream to pour an astronomical amount of sugar into our bowls from the stuff she just bought at the store! Very weird... let me guess: This is my subconscious' way of FINALLY processing the show on preserving peppers (they poured a great amount of sugar into the preserving mix) that Jon, Harmony, and I saw on New Year's! Insane!

And of course, Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me comes on just as I'm getting ready to post this in the blogosphere. Nice. Real nice.


KFC Beans and Rice

Colonel Sanders loved rice and beans, and decided to create a recipe that would use them together to create a great-tasting item. You can mix it, or have the beans on the bottom and rice on top and mix as you eat.

30 ounce can of Red beans
1 teaspoon white pepper
4 tablespoons butter
1/4 teaspoon paprika
dash of cayenne
dash of garlic powder
1 1/2 cups converted rice cooked

Pour beans with their liquid into a saucepan and cook over medium heat. Add the seasonings and butter. When the mixture begins to boil, use a fork to mash half the beans. Cook for 10 to 20 minutes until it looks like bean paste with big beans in it. Mix in rice.

Gmail / Blogger cookie trouble, nasty water torture, Mount Olivet

Both Blogger and Gmail were giving me cookie trouble this afternoon, and constantly logging me in and out of their sites. Hope it's calmed down now, since my logins seem to be sticking... yay for that! :D


Today's Torturous Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Here's another particularly nasty variation on water torture employed by the Dutch in the 17th century, as described by writer Ernestus Eremundus Frisius:

"There is a bench, which they call the wooden horse, made hollow like a trough, so as to contain a man lying on his back at full length, about the middle of which there is a round bar laid across, upon which the back of the person is placed, so that he lies upon the bar instead of being let down into the bottom of the trough, with his feet much higher than his head.

"As he is lying in this posture, his arms, thighs, and shins are tied round with small cords or strings which, being drawn with screws at proper distances from each other, cut into his very bones, so as to be no longer discerned. Besides this, the torturer throws over his mouth and nostril a thin cloth, so that he is scarcely able to breathe thro' them, and in the mean while a small stream of water like a thread, not drop by drop, falls from on high, upon the mouth of the person lying in this miserable condition, and so easily sinks down the thin cloth to the bottom of his throat, so that there is no possibility of breathing, his mouth being stopped with water and his nostrils with the cloth, so that the poor wretch is in the same agony as persons ready to die, and breathing out their last.

"When this cloth is drawn out of his throat, as it often is, so that he may answer to the questions, it is all wet with water and blood, and like pulling his bowels through his mouth."

Culled from: The History Of Torture

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I think I'm going to adopt that last part as a new expression: "Watch the presidential press conference? Why, I'd rather have my bowels pulled out through my mouth!"

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Urban Exploration Link Du Jour!

Opacity is a collection of mesmerizingly beautiful urban exploration photographs. A must-browse! Thanks to Paul for the link.

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Morbid Sightseeing!

Zubrovka sends a photo-essay of the Mount Olivet Cemetery in Nashville, Tennessee. Looks like a very nice place to visit! Here's the official site for the cemetery for those who might like to visit.

Changing one letter of a word to make another...

Word game, taken from Candy via Myspace bulletin. I used to love these things when I was a kid!

Let's see who gets stuck...
Change one letter of the bottom word posted, and see who gets stuck and can't continue. You cannot add letters or use foreign languages. If you don't repost, we will have to assume that you are stuck... hahaha!

Starting Word: Foot
Stacy: Boot
Alli: Bolt
Bethany: Belt
Lauren: Felt
Katy: Fell
Michael: Cell
Melissa: Hell
Heather: Bell
Shawn: Ball
Scott: bail
Katt: tail
Rashon: tall
Diamond mall
DJ No E: male
Ceci: Pale
Jeannie: Page
Madeline: Cage
Jessica: Cape
Debbie: Rape
Danielle: Rage
Sascha: Rare
Myrna: Dare
James ~ Care
Angela: Core
Luke: Lore
Nikki: Love
Shelly: Live
Genie: Line
Larry: Like
Elizabeth: Bike
Nathalie: Bite
Michael: Kite
Jordan: Site
Charlene: Sits
Ashley: fits
Sherm: TITS
Decia: Tots
Brandi: Pots
Amber: Rots
Jessica: Rats
April: Cats
NIKKI: Bats
Nick: bets... hahahahaha, took me like an hour
Shaina: bits
Alex: kits
Sarah: hits
Angel: hips
Christy: hiss
Shawn: piss
Helen: Kiss
Lindsay - kits
Greg - tits...... the obvious choice
Clarissa - tips
Sonya - lips
Kevin - Rips
Daniel - tips
Stephanie - tops
Curtis - toss
Krishanda - boss
Kellie - loss
Amy - Ross
Sean - Rose
Stacey - Hose... :)
Alondra - Host
Terry - post
Amy - most
Stephanie - must
Bryan - Bust
Thomas - Lust
Holly - Gust
Misty - gush
Celeste - Lush
Carrie - mush
James - Push
Sherry - Bush
Laura - Bash
Allison - Bask
Stefanie - Task
Jason - Talk
Key - Tale
Brent - Tile
Sin - Time (how much of this can we waste...)
Bear - Dime (how much did you need)
Robert - Lime
Jennifer - Line
Holly - Dine
Amanda - wine
Melissa - mine
Heather ~ Mind
Rose ~ Rind
Jamie - Find
Shannon ~ Fund
Charlene ~ Funk?
Monica ~ Punk
Mandy ~ Pink
Erin ~ Pint
Steven ~ Lint
Penny ~ Line
Shannon ~ wine
Suerita ~ Fine
Marty ~ nine
Kristan: NONE
Heather: Done
Justin: Dope :)
ArchChancellor Spencer Wilson: cope
Hebrewman ~ Hope
Chris ~ Home
Brett ~ Rome
Frosty / T-Bone ~ Rope
Suzana ~ Ripe
Vonnie: Pipe
Ashley: Pine
Jaci: Pint
Kelly: Mint
Hannah: mink
Hillary: link
Jill: Sink
Cuddles: pink
Becca: Tink
Carlos: wink
Amanda: wind
Christy: wild
Phil: mild
Shaye: mile
Fred: File
Brilane: Fire
Carrie: wire
Jeff: wore
Audrey: word
Vanessa: wore
Essence: more =)
EBONY: TORE
HOMICIDE: CORE
Dejanee: Bore
Kandice: bare
Stan: Dare
THC: Date
William: fate
David: Rate
Jocee: Rage
Vall: Cage
John: Cake
Amanda: Lake
Kit: Fake
Ami: Bake
Jessi: Rake
Amy: Rape
Cliffy: Tape (as in duct, as in bondage... you and me, now!)
Goldie: Tame
Leslie: Tamp
Melanie: Vamp
Lauren: Damp
Jay: DAMN
Smitty: Dame
Amanda: Fame
Janet: Game (as in, don't hate the player... haha)
Laura: Gave
Karen ~ gaze
Sammi: Maze
Emily: Haze
Joë: Hate
Brian: Mate
Ash: Mute
Danny: Cute
Amy: Lute
Kim: Jute
SIMPSON: June
Bad Bad Bitch: Tune
Missy: Tuna
George: Tuba
Ramon: Cuba
Kym: Cube
Thumper: Tube
Thelma: Lube
Diamond Eye: lure
IZ: Cure
Lyn: Pure
Nyleen: Puke
Shahin: Duke
Kelly: Dike
Darrel: dime
Teresa: Lime
Rachael: time
Jason: Tire
AMBER ~ Wire
SID ~ Sire
Rhonda ~ Side
|3 |2 ¥ ¢ £~+ - Hide
Neondeon ~ Tide
Eric ~ Ride
Arlain ~ Wide
Audrey- Wine
Big John ~ Wane
Kathleen ~ cane
Kathy - cake
Mack- Coke
Sandy ~ poke
Scott: Pope
Beth - pole
Lamont - pale
Nikki - sale
Kev - sane (debatable)
Dawnie ~ lane
Derek ~ cane
Denise - care
Rick - dare
Babeko - rare
NAKED GUY - mare
Traci - mate
BONNIE ~ DATE
Debbie - Rate
Todd - Fate
Belle - Late
Hushcat - Lute
Miss Eltow - cute
Danielle - cuts
Mitch - cots
Leo ~ rots
ERIN ~ RODS
Paul - pods
Patty - pads
Nancy ~ Pats
Gary - Pass
Jen - Sass!!!
Dennis - sash
Cathie - rash
CONNIE - RUSH
CATHIE - PUSH
John ~ BUSH
Amy ~ BUST (Hootaaaaaaaaas)
Here kitty kitty - Busk
Bliss - tusk
Peter - tush (How come I got the bottom word for bottom?)
Rachel - Push
Peter - Hush
wyldenigma - HUSK
Nathan - Musk
Holly - Muse
Nicole ~ Fuse
James ~ Fuss
Veronika ~ Puss
Kristie ~ pass
Taz - bass
Ginger - Base
Samantha - Case :]
Janja - Cast ;]
Sam - Last
Nate - fast
Maureen - last [[oh, I'm smart!!]]
Sarah - lost.
Jenn- post [like a pole that strippers dance on, those whores...]
Kendall - host
Ally - cost!
Chris - cast
Alex - past
Heather - pest
Melissa: zest
Tucker: rest, like what I need now from too much food and football
Tara - rent
Hannah - bent
Sara - belt
Candice - bolt
Jenna - Colt..... 45, mwahahaha
AARON - Jolt
Shanna - Molt
Candy - Mole
Eric - pole
Leslie - sole

Bulletin spam, KFC pot pie, my life's grade

Okay, so I'm REALLY behind in checking my Zenhex profile / Myspace page. My only friend on Zenhex (some guy from Colorado) sent me a cute-looking online gingerbread cookie on Christmas Eve, and I just got around to checking it NOW. Whoa. As for Myspace, David (omni_sinrilus) sent his thanks on Jan. 5 for my birthday wish a few days earlier... at least he really appreciates it, and he's US legal now too! Gotta check my bulletins... a certain band loves hogging bulletin space, and is kinda unrepentant about certain ones being sent every two minutes occasionally. Sometimes it IS once every 45 minutes to an hour like they claim, but people DO go back through their bulletins... ugh! The statistics would be overwhelmingly against my being the only person in all of Myspace land who does that, so I'm sure I have company! I know and can understand that they need to get the word out about things, but it gets annoying when you have to go back through pages of the same one reposted VERY frequently! Now, it's bedtime... I need to stop staying up so late!


KFC POT PIE

Due to the waste of chicken in the restaurants, the Colonel had to create a recipe to help use the chicken that was unable to be sold. See, chicken could only sit and be sold for 2 hours after it was fried. So he devised the potpie recipe.

2 potatoes peeled and cooked
2/3 cup frozen peas
2 cans cream of chicken soup
2 carrots peeled and cooked
2 tablespoons frozen onion
2 cups of cooked chicken
dash of salt and pepper and MSG

In a bowl, combine all cooked vegetables and chicken. Add the cream of chicken soup and seasoning. The mixture should be thick, but not too thick. If the mixture is too thick, add some milk to the mixture. Scoop the mixture into individual pie pans. Use the biscuit recipe to make the crust. Roll out the dough thin and place on top, then brush with butter. Bake in a 375°F oven for 15 to 25 minutes, or until it is heated through and the crust is golden brown.

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No sex here! / 13 sons and 1 daughter / Mannequins

Short snippet of a conversation:

[19:33:23] Flami: SEXTUPLETS HERE?! No way!: guess what else I've been doing today!
[20:00:57] Corey: SEX
[20:01:42] Corey: (which is what your name says on my taskbar.. "Flami: SEX...")
[20:14:26] Flami: SEXTUPLETS HERE?! No way!: uh, no :P

Reminds me of what Josh Adams had to say about a long-ago YM status message of mine: "You know, I had to scroll a bit to see the entirety of that status message. You had me oddly intrigued when I could only read, 'I eat dic..' " (Wednesday, 7 May 2003) [for the record, the entirety of that one read: "I eat dictionaries" .. and NOT something else! :P]


This essay on quarternary marriages: twins marrying twins is pretty interesting: one instance even had a double divorce on their wedding anniversary! I used to haunt those forums with regularity, but stopped when Internet Drama blew up over some jabronie on there who thought I shouldn't be on there since I wasn't a multiple or a parent of multiples. Well, I plan to go back there even as a lurker! :P Not that I can access posts before August 2006 because there's an automatic pruning process in place, but it'll be cool nonetheless. There are at least two posters with seven daughters, and one with seven sons... and there are more with at least eight kids and more! Crazy people... but as long as they can handle it...

Thank goodness for the Web Archive, since it helped me find the middle names / birthdays for the Arndt family. Thirteen sons and one daughter?! I had these before the first edition of my BootyBase went *poof* in July 2003 due to something I did. Yay for having them again! (I like compiling information... what can I say? :P) I guess they had to recycle names to keep in a reasonable Biblical tradition: Paul-Matthew Joseph Arndt, John-Andrew Michael Arndt, Mark-David Timothy Arndt, Luke-Joseph Peter Arndt, Jude-Peter Matthew Arndt, James-Michael Philip Arndt, Philip-Thomas Luke Arndt, Seth-Benjamin Mark Arndt, Jacob-Timothy John Arndt, Nathan-Stephen Paul Arndt, Mary-Elizabeth Anne Arndt, Caleb-Nicholas David Arndt, and Peter-John Benjamin Arndt. (only 13 there, and not 14) The parents even reused the name "Peter" for a live baby since one of their miscarried babies was named Peter-Michael Arndt. Oh well... maybe it's a nice memorial?


Chernenko family

A Sacramento family may have a very valid argument for being the largest family in the U.S. The Chernenkos just had their 17th child.

A great deal of media attention has been focused lately on the Duggar family in Arkansas. They have 16 children, and say they could have more. However, the Chernenkos, who came from the Ukraine, have had 17 children in 24 years of marriage.

"When we got married, it was back in the Ukraine," Vladimir Chernenko said to News10 through a translator. "In six months, we didn't have any children, and I didn't think we'd be having any children at all!"

That all soon changed. Twenty-two-year-old Sergey was the first child born to the couple. He soon got plenty of company. The Chernenkos have had a child nearly every year since.

Large families with eight or 10 children are not uncommon in the Ukraine, so the Chernenkos don't really see their brood as particularly unusual. They say there are plenty of voices to fill out a family choir, one of the family's pastimes.

Chernenko supports his family working as a security guard and maintenance man. The family car is a 15-seat passenger van. No one has to share a bed, and the children seem to appreciate the advantages of having plenty of brothers and sisters. "It's a lot of fun," said 16-year-old Ludya. "You're never bored. You always have someone to talk with."

The Chernenko family is made up of father Vladimir and mother Zynaida, 22-year-old Sergey; 21-year-old Lilia, 19-year-old Andrey, 18-year-old Dmitry, 17-year-old Anatoly, 16-year-old Lyudma, 15-year-old Anna, 13-year-old Vitaly, 12-year-old Oksana, 10-year-old Svetlana, 9-year-old Inna, 8-year-old Vyacheslav, 6-year-old Paul, 5-year-old Diana, 4-year-old Alina, 2-year-old Timothy, and 8-day-old David.


Today's Life-Sized Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

While there are many CPR dummies or mannequins on the market, the face of the one most widely used was modeled on that of an anonymous young woman whose body was fished from the Seine around the turn of the 20th century. It was believed she had taken her own life, but since she was never identified, no details of her life were known and the events leading to her demise remain a mystery. The unknown girl was entered in the books at the Paris morgue as "ecadavre feminin inconnu" (unknown female cadaver) before her remains were disposed of in an unmarked pauper's grave. A death mask was made of her features, but it is unclear if this was done in furtherance of attempts to establish her identity, or because an unnamed morgue attendant was so taken by her visage that he took it upon himself to craft a memento of her beauty.

(It is not true that death masks were routinely made of all decedents who graced the Paris morgue with their presence. Instead, beginning in 1881, the bodies of up to fourteen unknown persons would be laid out in a chilled room fronted by a plate glass window before which an endless train of the curious would pass, in hopes that some of the passersby would recognize some of the morgue's unidentified guests. Unknown Paris, a volume of engravings from 1893 about the city's less savory landmarks, said of it: "There is not a single window in Paris that attracts more onlookers than this.") The death mask of the girl who came to be known as "L'Inconnue de la Seine" made it out of the morgue by unknown means and into the souvenir shops. Its serene beauty, displaying a calm repose the real girl had perhaps not known in life, spoke to people. The mask took on a life of its own, becoming a "must have" objet d'art, and several factories were engaged at once to produce it in vast numbers.

In the mid-1950s, Dr. Peter Safar, a pioneer in emergency medicine, developed a method of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation combined with chest compression; in 1958, he presented a paper on this technique in the Journal of the American Medical Association. Safar believed his methods could be employed by those outside the medical field to save lives, provided these laypeople were given adequate training in his techniques. To more effectively teach this procedure to them, he envisioned having a life-sized doll that novices to cardiopulmonary resuscitation could practice on, and so he approached toymaker Asmund Laerdal with the idea of developing a realistic mannequin for CPR training. Laerdal took up the challenge.

The face Laerdal used for his training dummy was that of "L'Inconnue de la Seine," the by-then well-traveled death mask of an unknown Parisian girl. The modern CPR dummy was built in 1960 and sold under the name "Resusci Anne." In North America, she has been christened "CPR Annie." Many a student of basic CPR has been taught to check if a patient is unconscious by gently shaking the doll and calling, "Annie, Annie, are you OK?"

Culled from: Snopes.Com
Generously submitted by: Brian

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And here's an image of CPR Annie herself.

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Ghastly!

In case you haven't heard, someone has leaked more footage of Saddam Hussein - this time, it's post-execution footage from the morgue. You can see that the hanging ripped open his throat pretty badly and broke his neck. He was lucky - no lengthy suffering in death, like what sometimes happens with botched hangings.

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Urban Exploration Link Du Jour!

Mustard Gas Party is a collection of some of the most beautiful urban exploration photographs I've ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking! Thanks to cricket for the link.

Confetti hearts / Airport dreams / Sextuplets?! HERE?! NO WAY!

I'm listening to the Doors since it is Robby Krieger's birthday today! Thank goodness that Mozilla Firefox's "Find" feature now searches text boxes! It saves me some annoyance in trying to find things in (for instance) an "Edit Entry" box, what with the length of SOME of these posts. ;)

Sara W. (sparkle_bint) got my Christmas card a while ago, but I haven't documented it here till now. Taru (tarutar) commented to let me know that she got my postcard, card, and chocolate / strawberry Pocky: good to know it arrived in Finland finally! Speaking of Christmas loot, I got a great package from Ana (glamourcorpse): Scooby Doo Christmas card, coloring sheet with pictures on it, plenty of heart-shaped confetti, a cool bracelet, and Insects Stained Glass Coloring Book! (Dover Little Activity Books, by John Green... it features the bumblebee, fly, two-spot ladybird, caterpillar, butterfly, grasshopper, ant, and spider) I'll put the confetti in with my red rocks from that P.E.I. beach, heh.

I had weird dreams about somehow going with Holly (brother's girlfriend's sister) to Washington airport, where I met all their other friends and Harmony (brother's girlfriend). I took out a picture of MY friends on the opposite end of the continent, and they somehow recognized Eric M.'s brother Kieran in a black shirt and dark blue pants! Very weird... then there was the part where Jeremy and others had to push against a green wall in order to get to the next room. (no, I haven't been playing MOTAS or other online games lately...)


I was going to blog about this yesterday when we saw it on the news. Why did GRANDMA turn the downstairs TV on when she can't understand English?! However, the hockey game eclipsed it, haha. There have been sextuplets born in Vancouver at 6.5 months, and my dad thought that six babies at a time was septuplets. Not quite, but that was just momentary forgetfulness or something and NOT on a par with what my mom comes up with regularly!

A woman has given birth to six babies in a Vancouver hospital, officials confirmed Monday, the first sextuplets believed to be born in Canada.

"I am able to confirm to you that this weekend at B.C. Women's Hospital, sextuplets were born and that they were born at a gestational age of 25 weeks," said Dr. Brian Lupton, director of the hospital's neonatal unit.

Lupton was not able to give details on the children until he received permission from the family.

But according to reports, the babies — four boys and two girls — each weighed two pounds. One of the babies was born naturally and the others by emergency Caesarean section, according to reports.

Experts say the six babies will likely face significant health challenges. They will need extensive medical support and could be in the neonatal unit for months.

Sextuplets are extremely rare. Only 160 cases have ever been documented. Most multiple births are now caused by fertility drugs.

Sextuplets born to Susan Rosenkowitz and her husband Colin on Jan. 11, 1974, in Cape Town, South Africa, were the first known to survive their infancy. [David Peter, Grant Vincent, Jason Solomon, Nicolette Anne, Elizabeth Rebecca, Emma Louise]

Canada's most famous multiple births were the Dionne quintuplets, delivered in May 1934 by a country doctor in a rural northern Ontario farmhouse. They became international Depression-era celebrities, their every move recorded and written about. [Annette Lillianna Marie, Yvonne Edouilda Marie (died 2001), Cecile Marie Emilda, Marie Rein Alma (died 1970), Emilie Marie Jeanne (died 1954)]

They were the first quints known to have survived infancy.

I'm certainly going to be following up this story! Speaking of related stuff, Facts About Multiples is going to be moving again in February. Oh well... at least I have the "three blue stars / facts about multiples" tags and such on the correction posts for reference when I need to change them again!

Intrusive PMs and misleading movies / KFC Coleslaw

Great... I get home to two private messages. I'll probably deal with those later. Ugh. You are not getting any reasonably private info on my friends and people I know, thanks! =/

I also got one missed call on my phone, which is from a number that Hester (the apartment building manager) told me about the other day. Methinks it has something to do with the "compensation for no heat" OR the "rent issues," so I'll get on that tomorrow sometime... must also call Sue or Barry to remind them of certain increases, too!


Today's Flesh-Eating Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Two KwaZulu-Natal girls have been left traumatised after witnessing their father eat the flesh off their dead mother's face. Police spokesperson Captain Tienkie van Vuuren said police were called to Thembalethu Village near Mkuze in the Tugela Ferry area at 3 AM on Friday, June 17, 2005 after a 13-year-old girl ran to her neighbours for help. She said when they arrived at the scene, they had to force their way inside the house to rescue the other girl (7) who had also been stabbed on the head by the father. "Inside, police found the naked Jabulani Siphethu sitting on top of his common-law wife's body, eating the flesh from her face," said Van Vuuren. "Only the forehead was still intact. The bone was visible where the rest of the face used to be." Siphethu was very aggressive during the arrest, and threatened police with the knife he was holding. He was eventually apprehended and taken outside. "There, he suddenly choked and became unconscious and died. The seven-year-old girl was removed from the scene by ambulance, together with her older sister who escaped unharmed," said Van Vuuren. She said a case of murder and inquest has been opened.

Culled from: Mail & Guardian Online
Generously submitted by: Grim747

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I can't say I blame the girl: nobody likes to see their parents suck face! *groan*

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Wretched Recommendations!

Dana has a film recommendation for us:

"I literally just got back from seeing The Prestige. Aside from making me want to kill the projectionist for screwing up his cues, it was an excellent film. It manages to be period in a subtle and believable way, bolstered by the great acting. It's dark overall, but it's the last five minutes that are really morbid. I'm hoping the DVD comes out soon, as I'd love to hear the director's thoughts on this one."

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Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

For those of you who still haven't purchased a new calendar this year, here's an excellent choice!

The 2007 Serial Killer Calendar

Thanks to Nina for the suggestion.


Eric M. wanted to see The Prestige in November, but didn't due to lack of interest among our crowd. That calendar thing reminds me: there's a movie coming out next week about a serial killer which is a crocodile named Gustave. I think it's called Primeval... saw a preview for it on Channel 54 at the townhouse.

Certain people on the IMDB message boards for that movie are stupid. A crocodile is NOT a snake, and they're not even close to being the same thing! UGH! The people are right about this: the "serial killer still at large" is SO misleading! Guess I won't be seeing this one, and saving my money for more worthy things! Double UGH to misleading stuff! Glad I read the message boards first, heh.


KFC Coleslaw

8 1/8 cups cabbage
1/3 cup carrot
1 teaspoon onion chopped fine
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
1/8 cup milk
3/4 cup buttermilk
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 cup mayonnaise

First, core the cabbage and shred the cabbage finely using the fine disk for the shredder attachment to the mixer. Then shred the cabbage. In a bowl... combine buttermilk, mayonnaise, milk, and lemon juice with a whisk. Mix till well-combined. Then add the seasoning. The last step is to add the sugar to the sauce until well-mixed in. Add the sauce to the cabbage and carrot mixture, and mix well. Allow the mixture to marinate for 13 hours.

Shootout wins are fun to watch on Pay Per View!

Surprise / interesting fact of the day: Dave bought his mom an iPod for Christmas! Whoa... what a good son, haha.

Note to self: TSN.ca has everything I'm looking for in game recaps, haha.


YAY! WE WON 4-3 IN A SHOOTOUT AGAINST FLORIDA, AND ARE NOW 7-0 AFTER CHRISTMAS! The Panthers haven't won here since March 7, 1994! Roberto Luongo and Lukas Krajicek were able to beat their old team, hehe. I sent the Asian beer blog link to Jon and Jeremy just before dinner, so that's one thing off my list! (I know they'll like it!) Mom had me and Steph do various chores after dinner that resulted in us missing the whole first period at Eric's place, but it was better not to stress her out / antagonize her by complaining about that. At least she seems to be letting up on me since she now knows what it's like when your mother invades your personal space and is your shadow all day long! ;) On that note, Danielle is glad her parents FINALLY went back home to Edmonton this morning after spending the last three weeks at her and Jody's place: Danielle and her brother don't have THAT much space to start with, so adding two extra people and their luggage is organized frustration! (she loves them and all, but FREEDOM TO DO WHAT YOU WANT / REST is also excellent!)

I'm gladly assuming that Jeremy's at home resting, since the poor guy needs it after being dragged out and about by a certain person! Maybe he'll be better on Friday... I hope so, anyhow. Steph and I were just pulling up across the street from Eric's house when I said something about how we at least hadn't missed any scoring with 11 seconds left in the first: that proved to be a good-luck charm as Trevor Linden scored right after I said that, so we rushed to knock on the door. Eric and Kieran said that we were too late to catch much, but we did catch the replay on the highlight reel summary of the first period! Since it was the intermission, we set Jon's Young London Ale on the table while talking to Ron and Veronica before they went into their room to watch the PPV game. (our brother's both peculiar AND particular! :P) They finally finished lots of turkey leftovers from two turkey dinners, which is a good thing! Veronica also mistakenly called me by my sister's name and wondered why I wasn't answering her, heh. Ah well, it happens! (especially with certain aunties at church: today, one of them offered to knit me a red wool hat!)

The second period was SLOW and BAD! The Canucks played so poorly in that middle frame, and let Florida take our momentum away by battling hard / outshooting us by a ridiculous margin in OUR BUILDING! We also had to contend with seeing the Panthers' scruffy mustaches from not shaving since they were on a winning streak... Ville Peltonen looks really ugly since he also has at least a couple of missing teeth! =/ Of course, he HAD to score the tying goal in the second... and why did the camera have to catch closeups of him skating around the ice / at the Florida bench?! During the second intermission, we amused ourselves by watching the text messages scroll by on the bottom of the TV screen. Eric also wanted me to have some chips / salsa, and a rum ball. I was suspicious of his ulterior motives, and remarked that the game reminded me to change my MSN name to something which is NOT open to deliberate misinterpretation. Weird kiddies... :P (if Steph and Eric misinterpret "ME," I'm not sure what I'll do!) The temporary organist was cool, haha.

As for the third period? It featured four goals (two from each team), and Veronica came out of her room to high-five us whenever the Canucks scored. Those goals by Mike Van Ryn / Brendan Morrison / Markus Naslund / Gregory Campbell weren't exactly pretty, and at least one came on a play where the opposition shouldn't score AT ALL! (from 35 feet on a harmless-looking wrist shot?!) Naslund broke his almost-record scoring drought, so that was definitely an excellent thing to see him celebrating for once! There were a few plays in the Vancouver zone during the game which made us hold our breath because we thought a goal was about to be scored by the wrong team, but that thankfully didn't happen. Thank goodness we weren't watching the game with Mom, who gets especially high-strung / anxious during games! (during the Dallas game, she apparently thought she was having a stroke... don't ask me WHY!) WORK ON YOUR GLOVE SIDE, LUONGO!

After regulation time, I really needed to go to the bathroom. (we had a bottled water each, plus the liquid consumed during dinner / a sip of beer) When I got back, my sister congratulated me on my good timing since OT was about to start. I sat back down on the couch, only to discover that a certain devious person who is also a backwards male had placed a Kleenex box on my seat! (I expect this behavior in the CAR, but not at his HOUSE... maybe I should rethink that! When I say he's a backwards male, I'm not ragging on the male species in general... he really IS one by name!) Steph then said that I'd just destroyed a sacred family heirloom that contained Ron's grandfather's grandfather's ashes, and Eric just exclaimed about how squashed it was. Not sure what Kieran made of that, or of the simmering in-jokes throughout the evening... ah well, maybe he'll just chalk it up to the craziness that is our family!

Nobody scored in overtime, so the game went to a shootout. After the first round of three shooters including Naslund and Morrison, Kesler was our hero once again like he was against Dallas! Unfortunately, Steve Montador also scored... second round of a shootout, anyone? Good thing Olli Jokinen didn't score against his old friend and teammate! (nor did Peltonen... we cringed every time we saw him on the TV screen, haha!) By this time, Veronica was outside with us talking to Luongo, urging him to save every shot he faced! Both the Sedin twins missed, and so did two Florida players in that second round. I don't know about Rostislav Olesz, but Nathan Horton is supposedly good! We were all confused as to WHY Alain Vigneault would play Josh Green during overtime, let alone a shootout! (even he was surprised when he got the call to go out there!) Then we found out why when he scored against Eddie Belfour, giving us the win when Jozef Stumpel couldn't stare Luongo down to tie the game! The team also gained two important points in the standings with the Eastern road trip coming up! (Florida only got one point for tying the game in regulation, and is 0-8 in extra time this season!)

After that, we watched some of the post-game reaction. The three stars were Naslund, Weiss, and Morrison. It was Alex Auld's birthday today, but we didn't see him in the Florida lineup... thanks for no heart, Jacques Martin! Todd Bertuzzi is still recovering from back surgery, too. However, we did see Bryan Allen on the Florida defense! (all former Canucks) We watched Cliff Ronning, Kirk McLean, and others get reaction from various players and such before Steph reminded Jon that we had to leave: she's sleeping over at Vivian's (who now has morning class), and he had to drop me off at home before returning books to the library a week early for Mom. If he didn't, at least two of us would hear about it... not good! So we thanked the guys for having us, and took off shortly after 10. While he was doing that, Harmony called: he'd better not call her too late since she does have to work. I can understand sacrificing some sleep with a three-hour time difference, but not ALL of it! (never understood those people in long-distance relationships who seemingly sacrifice ALL their sleep just to talk online / on the phone for hours! :P)

That was an AWESOME GAME! Our second shootout in three games, and we're now 3-1 in shootouts! Makes me want to call a certain person and tell him about it, but of course I won't since (as someone else likes to say) I'm a big wimp. Wouldn't want to bother the person at any hour, haha. Maybe via email, but we all know I won't do THAT either! Why do I want to tell the person about it when (to my knowledge) he hasn't expressed much interest in hockey? Don't ask! (I still have Steph's Canucks jersey that she loaned me for the game, so I'll give it back to her later on in the week... especially if I go to James Bond! Maybe I shouldn't have given Rachel's card to Jon, either... eep!)