By my jet-lagged mind, I got into work at 5:45am (and woke up a little past 3am) and am in the middle of catching up (hey, my daily Dilbert calendar says July 2nd; I’ll have to fix that). Still, a samurai must adapt to all conditions, so here is your daily wisdom, this one from Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai:
No matter what it is, there is nothing that cannot be done. If one manifests the determination, he can move heaven and earth as he pleases. But because man is pluckless, he cannot set his mind to it. Moving heaven and earth without putting forth effort is simply a matter of concentration.
So have lots of pluck, but don’t go and moving heaven and earth a lot because I’ll get confused if they’re not where I expect them.
pluck? hehe
err first?
5:45 is kinda late to be dragging into work. slacker.
I just woke up. But I’m still on vacation. I think I’ll go back to bed now. Ahhhhhhh.
Farenheit 911 has passed $80 million. Adjust that for inflation, jackasses.
That means 10 million Americans have seen the movie. Only 283,718,696 to go!
Well, that or 1 million have each seen it 10 times.
That’s probably a little closer to the truth (anything is closer to the truth than Michael Moore).
Go see Spiderman – it’s more entertaining and probably more factual as well.
I know what you mean, Frank. I got drunk one time and moved Heaven and Earth, and when I sobered up I had no idea where I’d left them. Took me damn near a week and like a thousand phone calls to finally track ’em down.
Any guy who has the strength of will not to read ahead on his Dilbert Calendar is to be admired and emulated. Kudos, Frank
I don’t know. I had a fat uncle once and he would sit on the couch. That was a lot of uncle concentrated in one spot and yet nothing moved. When we did finally move him, it took a lot of effort.
jonag: for someone on vacation, your pretty sharp today. You may want to check with your doctor, work may not be agreeing with you:)
I very oftem move heaven and earth with respect to me.
This brings to mind the motivational signs of public school yesteryear:
“Hardwork + Determination = Success”
Now school posters just say, “Don’t do drugs”, “Stay in school”, or something about trying really hard not to get pregnant. Nobody cares if they succeed or not. Stupid hippies.
Wolf,
You know abstinence-promoting hippies who go around promoting the slogan: “Don’t do drugs”? Wolfie apparently doesn’t know what hippies are. Dumbass.
Jim-sorry about your penis!
what Wolfie means, Jim, is you’re a muckadoo.
Ah, I see. Wolf’s concern for my penis means I’m a muckadoo. I apologize for not understanding how Wolf’s homoerotic preoccupation somehow reflected poorly on me. Who knew? And who knew that hippies were/are anti-drug? Perhaps the helpful sarahk can translate that Wolfie post for me too. Dumbasses.
Maybe Jim E. should try to dislodge said penis from own rectum…maybe then he wouldn’t be in such a bad mood…dumbass.
I had gathered that Wolf’s Dawn was passing commentary upon those who make token efforts toward addressing problems such as drug abuse and teen pregnancy, but have no expectation that their efforts will have an appreciable effect on the occurance of those behaviors. In other words, the type of person who hands out condoms and gives students extensive information on the effects of various drugs because “they’re going to try it anyway and you can’t do anything to stop them”.
And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your penis, too.
Yeah, that’s about what I gathered from Wolf too AWG (Angry White Guy?) and because that’s the reality of how indeed things are today with public schools, Jim has only raised an illogical argument about the truth without offering any type of solution.
Jim you are a hippie mukadoo %)
Wow. There’s now three dudes (I’m assuming you’re guys) who find it relevant to comment on my penis. (krautstink apparently thinks I have an enormous schlong. Thanks, krautstink!) They apparently think that’s funny or worth commenting on, but I’m not sure why. Moore’s movie clearing $80 million in only three weeks — now THAT’s definitely worth commenting on. And it’s funny, too.
Figures that three dudes obsessed with penis would belong to the bigoted gay-bashing political party. Is there anything sadder than a self-hating homosexual? Learn to accept it; stop hating yourselves.
I think you guys need to focus not on my penis, but more on figuring out how Bush can win the election despite finally admitting today that no WMDs have been found. Good luck on trying to not think about my tool.
And leave it to a bleeding-heart-head-in-the-sand-every-woman-wants-me-and-every-guy-does-too liberal to:
1)assume. Do I need to explain to the liberal dumbass what happens when you assume, you dumbass?
2)twist our words to suit his own homoerotic fantasies. Only a twinkle-toed, mud grinding, hershey highway lovin’, dingleberry eating, quivering bung hole liberal would fantasize that three dudes are obsessing over his worm. It must have taken you quite a while to write your wonton gay daydream in the middle of jerking off to it and all. As the great Steven Tyler sings, “DREAM ON, DREAM UNTIL YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE”. Maybe someday, Peter Puffer, you will get your wish and have three dudes obsessing over your skanky parts. I believe you will find your butt buddies waiting for you on the left side of the fence…make sure you give Kerry a good tonsil cleaning while you’re at it, moron.
Have a nice day!
Love,
Your mother
Frank, thanks for the inspirational words. Jim E, why the heck would you disappear for days and then choose to be a loser by posting in the commments of a non-controversial post? Save it for someone who cares.
btw krautstink, THAT was funny. (Frank, you’re still the king of humor around here. And by around here I mean everywhere.)
No wonder giving birth to three children was so hard! I don’t have a vagina! Thanks for clearing that up for me, asshat. I just wish my OB/GYN had given me a C-Section.
AWG and Rob:
Thanks for taking the time to explain my post. I keep forgetting muckadoos are among us.
Well, krautstink has confirmed s/he’s an anti-gay bigot. There’s really nothing funny about that. Or surprising.
Wolf’s Dawn,
Sorry about being wrong about your gender. Between your name and apparent mean-spirited concern for my penis, you can see why I guessed wrong. And by the way, your hippy post was non-sensical (go ahead, re-read it) and when I asked for clarification you punted. AWG’s wordy explanation doesn’t pass the laugh test. You farted and AWG acted as if you wrote a dissertation.
trucido,
Ooh, tell me about the “controversial” posts at this place. I didn’t realize I was in a “safe” place.
I can’t wait for big Frank’s full-blown documentary. Oh, I guess it got downgraded. At first he wondered how to obtain the copyright to Return of the Jedi and now he’s reduced to web page animation. Yawn. Er, I mean: I can’t wait!!
And another thing: Farenheit 911 has made more money in three weekends than Jackass has made, well, ever.
(sigh)jim, while hippy may not be the 100% correct term as far as not doing drugs is concerned. i think what wolf is getting at is that, anymore, helping students “feel good about themselves” is more important than instilling in them any sense of personal responsibility. And perhaps your lack of non-hippy education is what makes you cling so firmly to the literal interpretation of what you read.
Jim E:
I was just saying that I was sorry to hear that you had horrifying, pus-oozing chancres on your penis. At least, your mother said she saw some when she was bathing you. I don’t think she’d lie.
Also, I’d like to let you know that I’m flattered that you’ve deigned to include me in your fantasy life, but I don’t swing that way. Better luck next time, sport!
And another thing: Pink Floyd’s The Wall makes more sense in three minutes (any three, take your pick) than Michael Moore has, well, ever.
Though you may have a point about F-911. It’s almost giving Mean Girls ($84,255,348 total gross so far) a run for its money. And who knows? It might even do as well as The Addams Family ($113,502,426 total gross) by the time it’s finished.
Gee, I suppose I should be shaking in my boots at this point. Remind me to do that when I’m done snickering mercilessly.
Okay, so I’m on my way home from a day at the beautiful Oregon Coast today and as I got into Portland, I pulled into the next lane and this guy comes riding up on my bumper honking and flipping me the bird and I could see his lips moving as he spoke words not fit to print. I hadn’t seen him there so I was in the wrong, but he did have control of his car so it shouldn’t have been such a big deal. Anyway, he went on and on honking and gesturing (which actually made me really upset because I’ve lived in Phoenix for 9 years and the men there are cowboys who know how to treat a lady) so I turned around and looked at him at mouthed the words “I’m sorry” very clearly. He calmed down after that because even a jerk like him realized there’s not much to do after a person apologizes. Anyway, a short time later he passed me and on his bumper was a sticker that said “Anybody but Bush”. And then it all made sense.
Jim E., were you in Portland today?
I think you got the biggoted gay basher part backwards, deusche bag. You’re in WAAAAY over your head. If you were so PC and pro-fag, you never would have started this whole homo drive in the first place. You were the one, were you not, who ASSumed that Wolf Dawn was a guy making a comment about your penis. It would take a deaf, blind and dumb judge not to see that you have some issues regarding your sexuallity. It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. I’m simply speaking to you in a language that your dumb ass can comprehend, dumbass.
I happen to have a wide variety of friends that include people of different races, creeds, religions and, yes, even fags, homos, queens, fairies, stool pushers, pole smokers, mud grinders, twinkies, mary’s, fanny farmers – by the way, these are terms THEY use on a regular basis, I rarely hear them use the term gay – butt pluggers, tooties and a multitude of other names they have for each other that I can’t recall…
I’m not a gay basher, but I’m also NOT PC, there is a difference, muckadoo. There is no humor in political correctness, so I see no use for it. Of course, my friends understand this and are intelligent enough to get the joke, moron.
Just do yourself a favor and go find some limp-wristed, POLITICALLY CORRECT bleeder (you won’t find him here) and whine to him while he jerks you off. I think you’ll find yourself a much happier person.
Wow
‘Nuff said %)
Boys!
You need to upgrade your IQ a few points. Try listening to classical music