This is in all seriousness, a public service announcement.

Whatever you do, WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO, do not chase a tuna and garlic sandwich with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and orange juice. You will not be happy.

We're just going to chalk this one up to a "life experience."

Serious Sam 2

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arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill

A "friend" of mine recently complained that my answer machine message was too long. Yes, I'll admit that twenty seconds may seem long nowadays.

My original phone message went something like this:

"Hi there, this is (Seven's) computer. It is another typical day in the (Seven) family household. The wife is cooking supper. The children are playing checkers. And (Seven) is feeding the goldfish. But sadly, the children are nothing more than wharf rats, scurrying about the living room. The wife is an escaped convict. And the goldfish is really a potato in a bowl of water. If you would like to join (Seven's) hallucinatory lifestyle, please leave your name and number, and the name of what you are currently smoking."

My new message is as follows:

"Hi there, this is (Seven's) computer. (Seven) is currently juggling hamsters. Release the monkey."

I'm hoping that this truncated version of my diabolical answering machine system pleases more people.

The Cure - Disintegration - Lullaby

7 <------I don't know why this emoticon is still available.

alive, but without permission

Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!
Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Chemical Warfare! Warfare! Warfare!

Okay, they didn't say it that often, but it's a great release to run down the street yelling that and having policemen adjust your spine with their shiny black sticks.

Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables - Chemical Warfare

7 ___________ <-------Police In Hot Pursuit

the piano is missing

I have resurrected my dinner table. Before you question not only the ethics of taking life and death into my own hands, one should carefully consider the statement I have made.

Why *was* my table alive, *why* did it die, and *how* did I bring it back to "life?"

Unfortunately, we shall never know these things. Because whenever I bring inanimate objects to life, these men in black three-pieces come on by and not only serve me a "cease and desist," but they also sieze my property in the name of "national security."

So all I can tell you, is that somewhere out there is a living dinner table that is justifying another paycheck for more governmental research.

And I'm pondering why I keep getting these letters that effectively say, "Die and stop."

VNV Nation - Praise The Fallen - Honour

7 <----The Gov'y Man Staring Hard At Me

attempt to eat your computer's mouse

I'M BACK! I'm officially "not sick."

Oh but there's so much to do. So many encyclopedias that haven't been SHAVED. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

I just got a hold of "Serious Sam 2." This is a first-person shooting game that is a pure orgy of visual stimulation, game secrets, and game interaction. You can actually play a small game of basketball every now and again in the game, and sometimes it gives you free items if you sink it through the net.

My first mistake was playing the game for four intense hours - straight. That rewarded me with a migrane the size of Roseanne. But the awesomeness of the game COMPELS ME. Fortunately, not the same obsession as I have found myself playing the Marathon Triology. That game should be gilded. Anyone who has found themselves playing that game would instantly be able to tell where I derived my online nom de guerre. (I belive nom de guerre means that I go out and have wars in my name. )

As I once told Spicegirl, I can hear my computer talking to me. It says, "I have coding. The first line's always free. Just watch ... it'll mess you up!"

Righty. There will be more thoughts as I ... think of them. Yeah.

Apoptygma Berzerk - Welcome To Earth - LNDP3

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scratch and sniff each picture