Dagny

I have always loved this one... Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night -Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage, against the dying of the ligh. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

This game is addicting, Rev!!! I played it with a good friend of mine the other night. He insists I can't beat his score...and so far I can't. I can't beat yours either. I hang my head in shame as I have perfected the penguin pop fly, but I clearly can't go the distance! I feel so inadequate. LOL!!!! Oh, well, back to beating down that little guy. I WILL prevail! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Denise!!! Happy birthday, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think puppets would be easier! My cat seems to have forgotten that he's supposed to be aloof and unloving and moody. Instead, he wants to be held and petted constantly. And he purrs really loud! And he keeps stomping on my keyboard! And every time I relocate him to the floor, he starts meowing his displeasure. He's such a handful! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

OMG!!! I had forgotten about those guys....sesame street, right?? Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep...they were so cool!! Well, Amazon, at least you've been productive tonight! I spent my tip money on beer and wings tonight! Now I've got a vicious headache... Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Great picture, rhino!!! In the words of John Lennon....beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy!!

Okay, It's late here...almost 4am. I'm not sleepy. I wish I was!!! Who is awake with me? Come, talk to me....say hello, give a shout out....what are you doing up so late? LOL (or not so late, if you aren't in the States) My school motto...I'll sleep when I'm dead. Today isn't that day...so who's with me tonight?

True, true...that's what the article insinuated...that maybe the steroids would survive the digestion process. Brings whole new meaning to "take two and call me in the morning"! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Or, them or skydiving. Or them or football. Or them or your job. Or...well, the list goes on, doesn't it? Better to find someone whose interests you can live with, I think, than to demand a change. But, back to snakes....I LOVE redtail boas. My sister had one and she was a beautiful snake. I couldn't get enough of her. Now, my sister fed her live food. Lucy refused to eat if the food was already dead. Even if it was warm and dead. And Lucy graduated from pinkies or fuzzies or whatever they're called to mice to rats to bunnies. It's the bunnies I couldn't watch being eaten. I don't have a problem with the whole food chain, survival thing...but I don't have love for rats and mice, you know? So, that is why I will most likely never own a snake. Even a redtail boa, as cool as I think they are. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

LOL!! Some of the guys from work, who speak very very little english, were teaching a server some slang...I overheard it. They asked me what I thought was said. I translated what they said as....I have many eggs. Thinking huevos meant eggs. They laughed so hard, they were crying. Apparently, they were saying....I have big balls. I say my translation was just about right on! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Chicory is a blue-flowered herb with a long white root from the endive family. There's no caffeine in it, but it adds flavor and body to coffee. New Orleans started using it to stretch scarce coffee supplies during the civil war and the tradition continued until it became a well-loved addition to coffee. Personally, I prefer my coffee with it, always. If it isn't strong, it's not worth my time! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

I'm from New Orleans so I'm used to coffee with chicory, strong and a little bitter. Hehehe, like I like my men? okay, that's just odd... Anyway, my way of choice....pick a strong coffee, make it so that it's practically concentrated, then add hot milk, similar to a cafe au lait, and sugar. It's like dessert in a glass. And the caffeine boost is just a friendly way of saying...slow down, who me? Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

errr, more like HOPEFUL!! Never underestimate the over-confidence of people. When I took the hike to half dome in Yosemite, I saw MORE people on that trail (listed as very strenuous, by the way) who didn't have the physical stamina or ability to make the hike and didn't prepare for a hike of that nature. No map, not enough water, no food, that sort of thing. I'm sure he really, really hopes no one follows the magazine's bad advice. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

The very thing that makes me angry about cheating is how it destroys people. The pain, the betrayal, it makes people build walls around themselves that no one else can conquer. It creates this vicious cycle...the person gets hurt, builds this wall to protect themselves, becomes blinded by the memory of being done wrong, and can't see a good thing when it's standing right in front of them. So they push away this good thing, all in the interest of not getting hurt again, and wonder why they can't meet a good person. Truth is, they just couldn't see it. My dear tuna, your story, your bitterness, is exactly what makes me so angry about cheating. What I find so sad is that you've given up hope. This is simply not true. I don't care if it sounds cliche, but I've never cheated. Not once. Other women have replied that they have not either. You clearly had some bad experiences, and I am sorry that happened to you, I am. But, you are simply wrong to generalize all women into this category. As long as you believe that, it will be impossible for you to see a woman as being truthful. You've let your mind become clouded. You suspcion, it is what will ruin you. Another good man, lost. I look forward to the day when you are proven wrong. When you find a lasting love and it doesn't end bad. I reserve my right, now, to laugh at this statement. Men cheat too, my friend. Been there, got my tshirt. Have one shiny engagement ring and a wedding dress collecting dust courtesy of being cheated on. These things happen. But, do you know what I learned? I'll say this...I haven't closed off my heart and mind to the possibility that love and fidelity can coexist and be mine. No. I view the loss of my fiancee as a gift. Oh, I didn't know it at the time, I cried myself to sleep more nights than I can remember. I wanted to die. But I didn't. It took a while, but I recovered. And instead of closing myself off from the world, I made myself stronger, so I could deal with the pain that life, and cheating lovers, sometimes delivers. He gave me a gift, because I am stronger than I was before and I have a new opportunity to find someone who is a better match for me. I refuse to give in to the pain that he created. It is your struggle, and I hope it is one you will work to conquer, to overcome your doubts, your suspicions, and learn to trust again. You define who you are, don't let the cheating women you have encountered mold you into someone who can't love or be loved. You're stronger than the pain. Surely you know that. What I believe is that we are all flawed in some way. We are all broken. And when you find the other broken person that makes you whole, your search is over. Respect that. Honor that. And, stay true. Be honest. Don't cheat. It's all so simple, really. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Balloon rides to 13K!!! Oooh, I want that...wait, was there a question somewhere? I'm sorry, I read balloon to full altitude and all forward thought just stopped! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

I have talked to too many people who have been cheated on. I'm over it. Stop cheating, people. Is it too much to ask that you are sincere to the person you claim to love? How can you love someone, "commit" to them, and string them along, let them love you back, while your heart (or your body) is lost in someone else? It's not fair. And I'm tired of seeing people, damn good people, ruined by the heartless cheating that destroyed their previous relationships. Starting a new relationship is supposed to be about learning each other, testing the compatibility, not working through the past and trying to overcome doubt and lack of trust. I have seen good men and women ruined by having their hearts broken by cheating. They don't trust, they can't, because always there is this memory of the past which eats at them. I say they were ruined because they have great personalities, they are giving, they are loving, romantic, and yet...they may encounter the perfect person, someone who will be true to them. But, they are blind to it, their vision blocked by memory. I've been cheated on, I know that pain. I hate it. I struggle to keep the faith in people, to stay true to myself. I believe there are good people out there, faithful, honest, trustworthy people. Surely, I'm right? And if you've found one...well, by all means, hold on tight. Because I've been talking to a lot of people who have been adversely affected by cheating and it makes me sad to see these people give up on finding love, give up on the possibility. So, my rant is over, public service announcement finished. Personal request? Please stop hurting each other out there. Be honest, be true. If you can't love the person you're with, let them go. Before you move on to someone else. Thank you. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Oh, the dangers of the religious monologue! Invites trouble when you screw with the faith of the masses. Just not sure why everyone feels its necessary to impart their beliefs on everyone else. Both sides..those who believe, those who don't believe. If we all spent less time trying to convert and enlighten and more time living good lives, making an example through our own actions...life might be less full of conflict. Some of his monologue made me laugh, some of it made me think hard, some just made me sad. The funny stuff....LOL, the part about what does God do? Collect stamps and bowls? And Hey, Gabriel, let me know when they're going to blow up planes, huh? Laughed, but felt bad I was doing it! I think the whole monologue really got interesting when the phone calls started. I've never heard of Bob Lassiter, but he seems to be very well read. I found it most interesting when he was asked about his religious faith, after stating he was not an atheist, just to say that it was none of the callers business. Curious, after having made the rest of his thoughts and beliefs public knowledge. Also enjoyed the audiblie sighing, LOL, that was great. And when he was exasperated by the first caller and exclaimed "oh, Jesus." Now, THAT was funny! Now, there is a man I would love to share a dinner with, some wine, and a good solid argument. Of course, I would only want to do it once, maybe twice. LOL, that kind of intellectual banter tires me out after a while. Hmmm, I think I'll go watch Old School again. Must balance philosophical and intellectual stimulation with Will Ferrell running naked down a city street...LOL, see ya! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Good luck to you!! I'm sorry that you have to endure surgery again and are grounded. At least you finished your AFF program, congratulatons! The sky isn't going anywhere, but get yourself healthy again and get airborne already! Any way you can, even if it means taking one of those insane jumps on your bike! Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Or a professional sheep inseminator, even... Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

blue skies, puffy clouds viewed from my bedroom window i'm grounded, sadly my heart feels heavy damn this unresolved conflict i'm yours, can't you see honesty and truth can they conquer fear and doubt or will they fail me time will reveal all impatiently waiting here for you to return Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

When do I start drinking? Usually sunset or later. But, today...let's see, been awake for 20, 30, 40, who knows 50 hours, who cares. Just finished a test which made me think harder than my brain was willing. Feel like I've been hit by a truck. I say now is as good a time as any. So what if the sun's up? Now how many more hours until I start hallucinating? I could use a little drinking company. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Please, can I go to Namibia, too? Anywhere but here... Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Ummm, yeah, see....these things happen with big homegrown boobs. Why 'ya gotta hate on big nipples? LOL Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Why must you torture my eyes? Did I slight you in a past life? Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali

Perhaps someone has been secretly observing you and feels that you are not truly experiencing life. So they sent you a magazine to encourage you to get out there and do it. It could happen. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvador Dali