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Another Day, Another Tube   I realized in the last few years that there is a reason that Kentucky's postal abbreviation is KY. I see no point in launching into a diatribe about something so self explanatory.   I've recently become addicted to Merlin, I've been shooting up episodes of this show for three days straight. Gotta love the Internet.   Blogmania   03-23-11 20:55 MDT   I don't know what to write about. I've decided to take on the same challenge as Jessica and beat her to her own goals. I'm going to try to blog for money. I've taken a different approach to it as seen below.     Needless to say, this method was somewhat less than successful although I did manage to meet real nice people that offered to help me by donating used McDonald's containers partially filled with old food and bugs.   While the old food and containers were not of much use, I was able to put the bugs in miniature sandwich bags and mail them to random people in Iceland.   Competing with Jessie in this realm leaves me at a serious disadvantage since I have no Internet based networking skills and have even less in the way of writing abilities. (As a matter of fact, my means of composing this entry consists entirely of allowing overweight, drunken hamsters hop all over my keyboard while I play my Nintendo DS.) I've decided to pursue this lunacy just because I have a driving need to further destroy what little is left of my self esteem by engaging in utterly hopeless endeavors that guarantee nothing but failure and eventual death.   Anyway, I asked Jessie what was she was doing in order to get moolah for her wordage and she informed me that I have to first establish an Internet based network of fans to follow my blog. Jess says that this consists of three steps.   1. Find a social networking site and make as many friends as you possibly can. 2. Establish a rapport with your new found friends on said network. And of course, 3. Send Jessica three hundred dollars a week until the whole advertising for blogging thing takes off.   Right now I'm in the Make-a-Bunch-of-Friends-That-I-Really-Don't-Give-a-Crap-About phase and I am friending everyone and their retarded dog. I'm sure that explaining this phase to this degree will only add to my charm and mystique on my current social networking site (SpaceBook or some such crap like that).   So when you see my Friend-That-I-Really-Don't-Give-a-Crap-About request, make sure that you include a nice note that I can include on my blog as a positive review. And while I appreciate the occasional package in the mail, seriously, I have all the used McDonald's containers, old food, and bugs that I need.   The Big Five Oh And I'm not talking about Hawaii.   In a fit of synchronicity, I am writing an entry on my fiftieth birthday which will also wind up as my 50th archive on this site. Too weird.   For my birthday, I downloaded six seasons of How It's Made. I have no idea why I need to have that much information on how things are assembled. I've caught a few episodes here and there. One that sticks out in my mind is the episode where they show how, really true stuff here, TAMPONS. I remember watching it thinking "What the fuck am I DOING? Why do I need to know this? At what point is this EVER going to be of any use to me or anyone else?" And now I've downloaded six years of information that I just DON'T need.   I don't really feel like going on about this since it is not all that inspiring and because I'd like to get on with publishing this page.   On this birthday, we went to see Paul (a really fun little movie) and then went to a Japanese steakhouse for some really good food. We had a moment where I almost herniated myself...   I ordered an appetizer and Aurora liked it so much she had two of them. After finishing her appetizers, Aurora said that the "chicken was really good." I told her that it wasn't chicken, it was calamari. She asked, "What's calamari?" I told her it was squid and proceeded to laugh until I cried. Aurora handled it well with a shrug of the shoulders and then went on eating. Overall a good night.   More later...   Copyright 2011 by Frank Emsley

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