First comes positivity. We should all be grateful for what we have. I love life and even though I'm not rich I have a lot more than the majority of the world. I have more telecommunication equipment, electronics, toys, etc. than most small villages in the world. I'm safe (for the most part) and don't have to worry about my house being burned down by an angry mob or despot army. I'm grateful for my relatively good health and the health of my family. My kid is eating doritos and watching Spongebob on our HDTV. This all sounds cheesy but I think about things like this when I read things like this.
A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"
The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."
What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."
Both signs told people the boy was blind. While the first sign simply said the boy was blind, the second sign pointed the fortunate ones to their positive possibilities.
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. Invite the people towards good with wisdom.
Now on to marriage. Word up to all you happily married people! I wish mine would have
worked out. We didn't know each other long enough to get married, and suffice to say, her dad is a gunsmith. She's awesome and a great mom. I'm so grateful we did get married and all that has come of it. Anyway, is this what marriage is about?
A man and a woman who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a Trans-continental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly.....
He in the upper bunk and she in the lower. At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."
"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."
"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.
"Good," she replied. "Get your own blanket."
After a moment of silence, he farted.
The End
Movie of the Week:
Japanese Spaghetti western goodness!!!! Takishi Mike!!!
Rent this immediately or just steal the divx!
http://isohunt.com/download/34187145/Sukiyaki.Western.Django.2007.DVDRip.XviD-VxTXviD
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Movie of the Week - Corey Haim!!
I'm a sucker for cheesy movies and this one is one of the tops. The Corey's are always bound to please. I might do a retrospective of their fabulous work over the next couple of weeks. This gem has Haim and Patricia Arquette before she started actually getting good parts. The is B-movie trash at it's finest. If you download you are going to need a rar extractor. Winrar is an excellent, free one. Ask any questions if you do download and are not familiar
with burning dvds.
Enjoy!
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3768131/Prayer.Of.The.Rollerboys.1991.COMPLETE.FS.NTSC.DVDR-StarDVDr.3768131.TPB.torrent
with burning dvds.
Enjoy!
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3768131/Prayer.Of.The.Rollerboys.1991.COMPLETE.FS.NTSC.DVDR-StarDVDr.3768131.TPB.torrent
Monday, January 7, 2008
Trailer Park Boys - The Movie
Trailer Park Boys has been one of my favorite shows for ages. It's shown on Showcase
Canada and also the US BBC (but about 3 seasons behind) This movie came out last year and is finally making it to the states on the 25th. You can watch before it hits here if you like:
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3903982/Trailer.Park.Boys[2006].Dvdrip.Xvid.AC3[5.1]-RoCK.3903982.TPB.torrent
Both the movie and the actual show are so incredibly stupid they are genius. I don't remember who said it about TPB but they called it incredibly smart people making dumb art. It's a lot like a live action version of Southpark.
Enjoy, or don't!
Canada and also the US BBC (but about 3 seasons behind) This movie came out last year and is finally making it to the states on the 25th. You can watch before it hits here if you like:
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3903982/Trailer.Park.Boys[2006].Dvdrip.Xvid.AC3[5.1]-RoCK.3903982.TPB.torrent
Both the movie and the actual show are so incredibly stupid they are genius. I don't remember who said it about TPB but they called it incredibly smart people making dumb art. It's a lot like a live action version of Southpark.
Enjoy, or don't!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Happy New Year!/Movie of the Week
Happy New Year fellers!!
It's January 1st, 2008 and I don't know how you feel. I know how I feel. Hungover!!!
I got crazy with my kid watching the Cartoon Network marathon and probably had too
much bourbon. Nathan is lethargic from too much cream soda, cheddar popcorn and Roger Rabbit. We will both manage. I hope everyone is safe and sound. Time to start
those resolutions. Enjoy your day away from the rat race.
O.K. I am going to start a movie of the week. They will all be available via bittorrent and something you wouldn't be able to see otherwise. (more than likely)
They will be in the DIVX format which can be watched on your computer or your DVD
player if it supports DIVX. If you don't have a DVD player that does, I highly recommend you buy one.
DIVX isn't the movie version of mp3 of the future, it already is. I bought my first one at Target for 60 bucks. I enjoy BBC UK, movies that will never be released or available here, and gave up my DVR because of it. What's the point of waiting a week for something when I have Road Runner, Unnerstand? Anyone that has questions let me know and I will school you. I hate flipping channels and want to free you of it also.
The movie of the week is "Taxi to the Darkside" by Alex Gibney. I'm a documentary
freak and love his work. Here's a link from IMDB if you want to know what he has done:
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0316795/
This movie is about the U.S.'s method of obtaining "intelligence" from "PUCs". It's horrible. I plan on my movie posts to be full of obscure movies with fart jokes but this isn't one of them. It's a must see for anyone that thinks our country is not on
the right course and is committing atrocities/genocide on the scale of the trail of tears or Hiroshima. It's just so wrong. The current administration preaches morality
and fear and does this. No wonder the rest of the world hates us. Anyway here's the link and enjoy?
http://www.mininova.org/get/953637
It's January 1st, 2008 and I don't know how you feel. I know how I feel. Hungover!!!
I got crazy with my kid watching the Cartoon Network marathon and probably had too
much bourbon. Nathan is lethargic from too much cream soda, cheddar popcorn and Roger Rabbit. We will both manage. I hope everyone is safe and sound. Time to start
those resolutions. Enjoy your day away from the rat race.
O.K. I am going to start a movie of the week. They will all be available via bittorrent and something you wouldn't be able to see otherwise. (more than likely)
They will be in the DIVX format which can be watched on your computer or your DVD
player if it supports DIVX. If you don't have a DVD player that does, I highly recommend you buy one.
DIVX isn't the movie version of mp3 of the future, it already is. I bought my first one at Target for 60 bucks. I enjoy BBC UK, movies that will never be released or available here, and gave up my DVR because of it. What's the point of waiting a week for something when I have Road Runner, Unnerstand? Anyone that has questions let me know and I will school you. I hate flipping channels and want to free you of it also.
The movie of the week is "Taxi to the Darkside" by Alex Gibney. I'm a documentary
freak and love his work. Here's a link from IMDB if you want to know what he has done:
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0316795/
This movie is about the U.S.'s method of obtaining "intelligence" from "PUCs". It's horrible. I plan on my movie posts to be full of obscure movies with fart jokes but this isn't one of them. It's a must see for anyone that thinks our country is not on
the right course and is committing atrocities/genocide on the scale of the trail of tears or Hiroshima. It's just so wrong. The current administration preaches morality
and fear and does this. No wonder the rest of the world hates us. Anyway here's the link and enjoy?
http://www.mininova.org/get/953637
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A Wonderful Story
Just read this and it absolutely made me ball. It makes realize
that, even though I'm basically a decent person, I can't even
touch the wonderfullness of some people. It's from Tim Russert's
book "Wisdom of Our Fathers" It's definitely my next library pick.
The story below is "The Mail" from John Mooy, of Interlochen, Michigan, about his father mailman Nat Mooy (1905-1985).
"As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mail carrier in southwestern Michigan, and on Saturdays he would often ask me to go on the route with him. I loved it. Driving through the countryside was always an adventure. There were animals to see, people to visit, and freshly-baked chocolate-chip cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did. We made more stops than usual when I was on the route because I always got carsick, but stopping for me never seemed to bother Dad.
"In the spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chicks. Their continuous peeping could drive you crazy, but Dad loved it. When the peeping became too loud to bear, you could quiet them down by trilling your tongue and making the sounds of a hawk. When I was a boy it was fun to stick your fingers through one of the holes in the side of the cardboard boxes and let the baby birds peck on your finger. Such bravery!
"On Dad's final day of work on a beautiful summer day, it took him well into the evening to complete his rounds because at least one member of each family was waiting at their mailbox to thank him for his friendship and his years of service. 'Two hundred and nineteen mailboxes on my route,' he used to say, 'and a story at every one.' One lady had no mailbox, so Dad took the mail in to her every day because she was nearly blind. Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her bills. And every Thursday he read her the local newspaper.
"Mailboxes were sometimes used for things other than mail. One note left in a mailbox read, 'Nat, take these eggs to Marian; She's baking a cake and doesn't have any eggs, and don't stop to talk to Archie!' Mailboxes might be buried in the snow, or broken, or lying on the ground, but the mail was always delivered. On cold days Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him by the mailbox with a cup of hot chocolate. A young girl wrote letters but had no stamps, so she left a few buttons on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the stamps. One busy merchant used to leave large amounts of cash in his mailbox in a paper bag for Dad to take to the bank. On one occasion, the amount came to $32,000. It's hard to believe, but it's true.
"A dozen years ago, when I traveled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them all, but that wasn't quite the case.
"As I drove through Marcellus, I noticed to aluminum lamp poles, one on each side of the street, reflecting the light of the late-afternoon summer sun. When my dad was around, those poles supported wooden boxes that were roughly four feet off the ground. One box was painted green, and the other was red, and each had a slot at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had dropped letters to Santa through those slots.
"I made a left turn at the corner and drove past the post office and across the railroad tracks to our house. Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table when I heard footsteps on our porch. There, at the door, stood Frank Townsend, who had been Dad's postmaster and great friend for many years. So of course we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories.
"At one point Frank looked at me across the table with tears in his eyes. 'What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?' he asked.
"The letters?"
"I guess you never knew."
"Knew what?"
"'Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in green and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad that answered all those letters that the kids wrote every year.'
"I just sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad sitting at the old oak table in our basement reading those letters and answering each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had know so much about their homes and families.
"For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime."
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Much love, Roy
that, even though I'm basically a decent person, I can't even
touch the wonderfullness of some people. It's from Tim Russert's
book "Wisdom of Our Fathers" It's definitely my next library pick.
The story below is "The Mail" from John Mooy, of Interlochen, Michigan, about his father mailman Nat Mooy (1905-1985).
"As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mail carrier in southwestern Michigan, and on Saturdays he would often ask me to go on the route with him. I loved it. Driving through the countryside was always an adventure. There were animals to see, people to visit, and freshly-baked chocolate-chip cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did. We made more stops than usual when I was on the route because I always got carsick, but stopping for me never seemed to bother Dad.
"In the spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chicks. Their continuous peeping could drive you crazy, but Dad loved it. When the peeping became too loud to bear, you could quiet them down by trilling your tongue and making the sounds of a hawk. When I was a boy it was fun to stick your fingers through one of the holes in the side of the cardboard boxes and let the baby birds peck on your finger. Such bravery!
"On Dad's final day of work on a beautiful summer day, it took him well into the evening to complete his rounds because at least one member of each family was waiting at their mailbox to thank him for his friendship and his years of service. 'Two hundred and nineteen mailboxes on my route,' he used to say, 'and a story at every one.' One lady had no mailbox, so Dad took the mail in to her every day because she was nearly blind. Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her bills. And every Thursday he read her the local newspaper.
"Mailboxes were sometimes used for things other than mail. One note left in a mailbox read, 'Nat, take these eggs to Marian; She's baking a cake and doesn't have any eggs, and don't stop to talk to Archie!' Mailboxes might be buried in the snow, or broken, or lying on the ground, but the mail was always delivered. On cold days Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him by the mailbox with a cup of hot chocolate. A young girl wrote letters but had no stamps, so she left a few buttons on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the stamps. One busy merchant used to leave large amounts of cash in his mailbox in a paper bag for Dad to take to the bank. On one occasion, the amount came to $32,000. It's hard to believe, but it's true.
"A dozen years ago, when I traveled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them all, but that wasn't quite the case.
"As I drove through Marcellus, I noticed to aluminum lamp poles, one on each side of the street, reflecting the light of the late-afternoon summer sun. When my dad was around, those poles supported wooden boxes that were roughly four feet off the ground. One box was painted green, and the other was red, and each had a slot at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had dropped letters to Santa through those slots.
"I made a left turn at the corner and drove past the post office and across the railroad tracks to our house. Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table when I heard footsteps on our porch. There, at the door, stood Frank Townsend, who had been Dad's postmaster and great friend for many years. So of course we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories.
"At one point Frank looked at me across the table with tears in his eyes. 'What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?' he asked.
"The letters?"
"I guess you never knew."
"Knew what?"
"'Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in green and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad that answered all those letters that the kids wrote every year.'
"I just sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad sitting at the old oak table in our basement reading those letters and answering each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had know so much about their homes and families.
"For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime."
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Much love, Roy
Superbowl X
Hell yeah, it looks good also. Here's the link:
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3527727/Superbowl_X_with_Steelers_Radio_Network_Audio_(xvid).avi.3527727.TPB.torrent
I know I'm a youtube addict but that's ok, right?
http://torrents.thepiratebay.org/3527727/Superbowl_X_with_Steelers_Radio_Network_Audio_(xvid).avi.3527727.TPB.torrent
I know I'm a youtube addict but that's ok, right?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas/ Super Bowl XXXIX
I'm waking up in the middle of the night on Christmas and happy as a lark!
I'm off until the 14th of next month and am still getting use to not having to get up for work. In your stereotypical male mind set, I'm thinking about just a few things. Food, sex and football.
We will address football first, of course.
I just got Superbowl 39, via bittorrent. It's a T.V. Connecticut rip. It's gorgeous.
It has all the commercials and is broken drown by quarter, half times, and ceremony. You can have it also.
http://isohunt.com/download/16599951/super+bowl
If you have any questions about torrents, feel free to email me. I will school you.
Your computer will run them and your TV will also. (I bought my first DIVX player at Target. It was a DVD/DIVX player for about 60 bucks) I know that the Superbowl Isn't until February but I have some free time right now. I'm downloading Superbowl 10 right now and hope it looks as good. ( I know, god's team lost to the devil, but that doesn't mean you can't watch it) If it looks good I will post the link. God bless.
Now on to food. I baked/boiled some chicken in the oven. I used the new HEB Carolina barbecue Sauce. I didn't realize the Carolina's were so kick ass. I love you Carolina! I also made tater soup. My mother gave me the ultimate compliment. She told me it was the best tater soup she had ever had. "Better than Grandma's" she said. I base my cooking on Better than Grandma's and upped her. God, I miss her rednecky fryin' everything, fish cleaning', Southern makes no sense homilies. I miss you Grandma and will see you soon!
Now on to sex. Sorry I'm too tired. Writing this post took it out of me. Zzzzzzzz.
I'm off until the 14th of next month and am still getting use to not having to get up for work. In your stereotypical male mind set, I'm thinking about just a few things. Food, sex and football.
We will address football first, of course.
I just got Superbowl 39, via bittorrent. It's a T.V. Connecticut rip. It's gorgeous.
It has all the commercials and is broken drown by quarter, half times, and ceremony. You can have it also.
http://isohunt.com/download/16599951/super+bowl
If you have any questions about torrents, feel free to email me. I will school you.
Your computer will run them and your TV will also. (I bought my first DIVX player at Target. It was a DVD/DIVX player for about 60 bucks) I know that the Superbowl Isn't until February but I have some free time right now. I'm downloading Superbowl 10 right now and hope it looks as good. ( I know, god's team lost to the devil, but that doesn't mean you can't watch it) If it looks good I will post the link. God bless.
Now on to food. I baked/boiled some chicken in the oven. I used the new HEB Carolina barbecue Sauce. I didn't realize the Carolina's were so kick ass. I love you Carolina! I also made tater soup. My mother gave me the ultimate compliment. She told me it was the best tater soup she had ever had. "Better than Grandma's" she said. I base my cooking on Better than Grandma's and upped her. God, I miss her rednecky fryin' everything, fish cleaning', Southern makes no sense homilies. I miss you Grandma and will see you soon!
Now on to sex. Sorry I'm too tired. Writing this post took it out of me. Zzzzzzzz.
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