Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sleeping with friends and family
You know I have never been able to sleep with anyone.
I mean that literally. I can't sleep with anyone. I have been this way since i was very young. Not family, not friends sleep overs, not boyfriends or lovers. I don't care how worked out tired I am. I just never really sleep with anyone.
In fact sometimes I am never more alert then when i am lying next to someone in bed.
I am not anxious or anything. i am not up thinking about anything in particular. The moment isn't really that significant for me. I am usually pretty sociable and not particular about crashing at someones place.
I kind of have this wish that when i do finally find someone I can dooze off with . That they are the one. That they are that someone I have just been waiting up to meet.
How about you? Here is a test you can take to see what position works best for you and your sleep partner.
Find Your Pose!
Twelve Simple Questions to Reveal a Couple's Ideal Sleeping Position
http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/
or check out the book
The Secret Language of Sleep:
A Couple's Guide to the Thirty-Nine Positions
Written by Evany Thomas, illustrated by Amelia Bauer
Jon Stewarts Night of Too Many Stars
My mom woke me up the one night since i have been home that i went to bed at a reasonable hour. Well reasonable for a senior citizen. It was like 9pm but anyways. She comes into my room without knock and stands over my bed to tell me about this girl who paid Chris Rock $20,000 to yell at her Ex boyfriend.
At the time I thought she telling me this is a service Chris Rock offers. That I could for varying fees pay Chris Rock to enact verbal revenge for me .
At the time I thought she telling me this is a service Chris Rock offers. That I could for varying fees pay Chris Rock to enact verbal revenge for me .
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Hunter S. Thompson Application to the Vancouver Sun
To Jack Scott,
October 1, 1958 57 Perry Street New York City
Sir,
I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I'd also like to offer my services.
Since I haven't seen a copy of the "new" Sun yet, I'll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn't know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I'm not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley. By the time you get this letter, I'll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I'll let my offer stand.
And don't think that my arrogance is unintentional: it's just that I'd rather offend you now than after I started working for you. I didn't make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he'd tell you that I'm "not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person." (That's a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.) Nothing beats having good references.
Of course if you asked some of the other people I've worked for, you'd get a different set of answers. If you're interested enough to answer this letter, I'll be glad to furnish you with a list of references -- including the lad I work for now.
The enclosed clippings should give you a rough idea of who I am. It's a year old, however, and I've changed a bit since it was written. I've taken some writing courses from Columbia in my spare time, learned a hell of a lot about the newspaper business, and developed a healthy contempt for journalism as a profession. As far as I'm concerned, it's a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. If this is what you're trying to get The Sun away from, then I think I'd like to work for you.
Most of my experience has been in sports writing, but I can write everything from warmongering propaganda to learned book reviews. I can work 25 hours a day if necessary, live on any reasonable salary, and don't give a black damn for job security, office politics, or adverse public relations. I would rather be on the dole than work for a paper I was ashamed of.
It's a long way from here to British Columbia, but I think I'd enjoy the trip. If you think you can use me, drop me a line. If not, good luck anyway.
Sincerely,
Hunter S. Thompson
Read more: http://www.vancouversun.com/news/Hunter+Thompson+application/3607365/story.html#ixzz12laXzwRe
October 1, 1958 57 Perry Street New York City
Sir,
I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I'd also like to offer my services.
Since I haven't seen a copy of the "new" Sun yet, I'll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn't know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I'm not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley. By the time you get this letter, I'll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I'll let my offer stand.
And don't think that my arrogance is unintentional: it's just that I'd rather offend you now than after I started working for you. I didn't make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he'd tell you that I'm "not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person." (That's a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.) Nothing beats having good references.
Of course if you asked some of the other people I've worked for, you'd get a different set of answers. If you're interested enough to answer this letter, I'll be glad to furnish you with a list of references -- including the lad I work for now.
The enclosed clippings should give you a rough idea of who I am. It's a year old, however, and I've changed a bit since it was written. I've taken some writing courses from Columbia in my spare time, learned a hell of a lot about the newspaper business, and developed a healthy contempt for journalism as a profession. As far as I'm concerned, it's a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. If this is what you're trying to get The Sun away from, then I think I'd like to work for you.
Most of my experience has been in sports writing, but I can write everything from warmongering propaganda to learned book reviews. I can work 25 hours a day if necessary, live on any reasonable salary, and don't give a black damn for job security, office politics, or adverse public relations. I would rather be on the dole than work for a paper I was ashamed of.
It's a long way from here to British Columbia, but I think I'd enjoy the trip. If you think you can use me, drop me a line. If not, good luck anyway.
Sincerely,
Hunter S. Thompson
Read more: http://www.vancouversun.com/news/Hunter+Thompson+application/3607365/story.html#ixzz12laXzwRe
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
HEY GIRL...AFRICA MOST GLAMOROUS
Chantal Biya, the wife of Cameroon's president
Mrs Biya is famed for her big hairdos in her home country and her signature look, it is known as the banane.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1172240/Here-come-girls--Africas-glamorous-First-Lady-shows-Sarah-Brown-great-heights-hairstyling.html#ixzz11XfZMCE1
Mrs Biya is famed for her big hairdos in her home country and her signature look, it is known as the banane.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1172240/Here-come-girls--Africas-glamorous-First-Lady-shows-Sarah-Brown-great-heights-hairstyling.html#ixzz11XfZMCE1
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