Shotgun

I prefer email to the phone because I can answer it when it's convenient for me and I don't end up playing phone tag with people. Also, by using email, I end up with everything in writing, and I often find that to be useful. And there is also the fact that I really hate talking on the phone... (Of course it all depends... for certain things it is better to just call someone.)

I have a 5 MP Nikon Coolpix and a 2 MP Kodak EasyShare. I rarely take the Nikon anywhere (other than to work or anywhere else that I am specifically trying to take professional-looking pictures) - mostly because it's too bulky to comfortably carry around. The Kodak is small, easy to stuff in a pocket, and I think it takes great pics. I've printed a lot of 5x7's from it and they look great, suitable for framing. They look just as good as 5x7's that I've printed from much higher resolution pics from my Nikon. I think the Kodak pics would start losing quality if I printed them any bigger (though I haven't tried), but if that's all you're looking for then I'd say go with the $200 deal. I'm no camera expert, but it seems to me that a lot of people spend more money than they need to and end up with a camera with half of its features that they will never use. The one thing I do like about having a 5 MP camera is that I've been able to crop small parts out of pictures (when shot at that resolution) and still have them be at a reasonable quality for printing... And I've printed some nice 8x10's from it... But it really all depends on what you want the camera for.

It's probably an American thing... You see, naked people are evil over here. Looking at naked people is an extremely naughty thing to do and you are a horrible person if you do such things, so of course employers don't want their employees doing horrible things while on the job. Or maybe they're just afraid you'll get your keyboard sticky... I don't know...

No less "ok" than the producers of BET deciding they only want to show videos made by black people on their station, or Hooters deciding they only want to hire women to wait tables. Personally, I think we're getting pretty close to the point where it's time to let private business owners make their own decisions about who they do or do not want to hire.

Exactly... The bible is about as useful as a moral guide as any other fictional book out there. If you're capable of picking out which parts of it are "right" and which parts are "wrong" then you probably don't need a "moral guide" to begin with.

Wow, was that only 7 seconds!? It seemed like at least 30 seconds, and I'm about 40 miles from it, but I guess that was just my perception. That was the biggest one I've felt in the four years that I've been in CA... (knock on wood) I was sitting at my desk too, when I heard/felt a low rumble. I looked around and everything on my desk was shaking and it seemed to be getting louder and more intense. The other earthquakes I've felt have just been a couple of quick jolts so I knew this was different. I jumped up and yelled something as I ran to the room where Rich was still sleeping... to see him running straight from bed to his reef tank in his office. (Great, we're having an earthquake and his first concern is his tank!) I said that we should probably get out of the house, but the shaking had stopped by then. I was still in my robe, so I at least got dressed in case it should start again. As I walked downstairs, the cats we're just crawling out of hiding, looking a bit concerned though... Nothing was knocked over, but a few things out of place on the shelves, and there is a new hairline crack in the stucco on the side of the house. I have to admit, they're sort of fun when no one gets hurt... It got my heart rate up for a few minutes anyway.

I see... Well, if you don't want to spend so much time in school, maybe you could become a licensed social worker or something like that? Or I think there are some counseling-type things that you could do that don't require so much education... and they're usually the ones who work a lot closer with people than someone with a PhD probably would. Though if you have the time to get a higher degree, it would probably give you a lot more options (and more $)... I'm interested in psychology too... but only because I want to be able to experiment with other people's brains.

Well that explains my network administrator fetish.

So... What is it that you crave to learn about?

"Well I'm ever upper class high society, God's gift to ballroom notoriety. And I always fill my ballroom; the event is never small. The social pages say I've got the biggest balls of all....."

My good friend Bruce gave me the nickname Shotgun when I was about 18 years old, and it stuck. There was a reason for the name, but it's a secret.

You, Flock of Seagulls, you know what we're here for? .

It makes a loud noise, doesn't it? I was just outside and thinking what a beautiful day it is. (I'm not too far from Perris.) Wish I could be there, but I can't. Hope you guys are enjoying the lovely weather and having a fun and safe time!

I probably shouldn't tell you this, considering your dream... but the first time I had a cutaway, I dreamed about it the night before, almost exactly as it happened.... I don't think I've ever dreamed that I died skydiving (unless I just don't remember it), but I once dreamed that I died after Woody Woodpecker shot me in the head (pretty bizarre).

Oh, I thought this was going to be another BDSM thread... but Congratulations, Master Dougiefresh!

That's one of the reasons I don't let my cats outside. Since I can't keep them in my yard only, I don't think it's cool to let them go into other people's yards... just as I don't want their dogs in my yard. I lived in Quail Valley when I first moved out to CA, and there doesn't seem to be any rules there about people keeping their dogs locked up... So there are so many dogs running loose around there that I couldn't even go for a walk around the neighborhood without the danger of being attacked by a pit bull or a rottie. (After having a pit bull come very close to attacking me I quit going for walks.) I won't be living there again...

I love sunshine... because vitamin D is good for me.

I'll always love the disco ball helmet.

Ok, after you mentioned this (however long ago???) I finally got the "Too Fast For Love" CD today, which includes several unreleased tunes... including "Toast of the Town" - I'm really liking that song too. There is also a video included of "Live Wire" and I can't say that I mind watching the boys in their cute little leather outfits. Nice CD... I love Motley Crue's first two albums, and I'm loving the extra tracks on the CDs.

correct a bigger better grander new job Ah, then Congratulations!

Well if you want to dispose of them in a symbolic way, then the bonfire might be a good place for them. (I'm guessing that you're leaving your job or something?) I have a folder of business cards that I started about 12 years ago. It's turned into an interesting assortment of business cards, slips of paper and bar napkins with people's names and addresses, etc... I no longer keep my "business" business cards in there because it's too disorganized, but it's entertaining to look through sometimes because it now has lots of memories in it... (Yes, I am a goofy sentimental person.) Oh and masterrig: That is one of the reasons I don't want to do a naked skydive!

Austin Motel is the first thing I thought of when I saw this thread. I've stayed there a few times... and I've used it as a landmark when giving directions to the Continental Club... "Just look for the big neon sign that looks like a penis and the Club will be right across the street."

I want to fuck you like an animal. Ok, not really, but that's the song that you put in my head... which can be downloaded here: http://www.mp3miracle.com/NinSpiceGirls/CloserToSpice (NSFW & the site may have some annoying popups that say you need to install something, which of course you don't.)

Dude, writing papers is gay. But I'll massage your prostate if you really want me to. I have finals this week too - one tomorrow and one on Friday. Woohoo!