tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87817565263679512532011-11-13T13:28:40.817-06:00Part ranting, part raving, part whateverthehell I want to write about... all from the Jester's point of view.The Royal Jesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09543682322546022172noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781756526367951253.post-57040077738773667722009-08-03T23:03:00.002-05:002009-08-03T23:13:07.918-05:00

I'm well-aware that every person goes through times in their life when the daily drive becomes unbearable, problems and complications seem to pile up all at once, and nothing seems pleasurable. Optimism becomes a foreign state of mind. The only time laughing seems appropriate is if it's based on sarcasm rather than true humor. Satisfaction comes only at the expense of others' suffering.This

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If there's one thing you should know about me before reading this, it's that I am NOT a very political person. I have my beliefs, but I've never gotten extremely involved in government and politics. However, something has been bugging me lately...I keep hearing talk of political "Teabagging," and the new "Tea Party Movement," but I seriously can't figure out what the point of it is. I've seen

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by Mike Hacker who likes to make listsThings to do on a first date, to ensure that you never get a second1. Talk about your exes non-stop2. Talk about your bodily functions3. Talk about how structurally sound your sandwich is (something I overheard today at lunch…it was hilarious!)4. Tell about your exploits at band camp (not the radio station WJJO Band Camp)5. Ask your date if she can pick you

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by Mike Hacker (my cousin-who's-not-really-a-cousin-but-a-distant-relative-of-sorts)Signs you’ve listened to a (live or studio) CD too many times1. You mouth the band’s banter with the audience2. The CD is scratched, and you sing along with the skips3. You know the order of all the songs4. You’ve memorized the liner notes5. You scream along with the audience6. You can name the songs backwards7. “

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Every so often, a song will literally just "show up" in my life at the right moment. A song that seems to speak to me, or more accurately, from me. As if I could have written the song myself. The following lyrics are from a song called Runaway, written and sing by Pink (that crazy bitch). The highlighted lyrics are ones that seemed to really come right from my mind. Thought I'd share. Because I

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Whatever I was rambling about last year being the worst year ever... disregard. 2009 has proven that it's going to treat me MUCH worse than any of the "easy" drama from last year. Nothing is worse than when your own family backs out on every promise they ever made to you. Every member of my family has literally LEFT me to my own devices. Then they give me hell when I don't do EVERYTHING right.

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Spam email is a part of our daily lives, thanks to the freely exchanged email address phenomena that happens every minute on the interwebs. Early samples of spam (circa 5 to 10 years ago) usually included somewhat of a marketing sense, aiming at a particular group of individuals, and usually offering a real, tangible product. Sometimes, albeit rarely, spam emails would be a scam, hoping to lure

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There are several reasons as to why the long-awaited second part to "Good Riddance, 2008" hasn't been posted yet. I give you the reasons in this short entry:1. I haven't had the time. I work. A LOT. And in my downtime, I am usually cleaning the home, replying to belated emails, and playing online games. Yes, I know, I could use the time that I spend playing games to write my blog, however (see

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On so many levels, 2008 was a *crazy* year. Nothing about it was steady, solid, or rooted. The days, situations, and people constantly changed like the weather in South Dakota. I was along for the ride, trying incessantly to adapt to the ever-changing landscape. And somewhere along the line, I fell off the train.It started as any new year begins in these freezing bowels of Wisconsin. The snow was

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˙ɐʎ pןoʇ ¿ǝǝs ˙ssǝɯ pǝʇɐɔıןdɯoɔ ɐ sɐ dn spuǝ ʇı 'ʎɐpoʇ op ı ʇɐɥʍ ɹǝʇʇɐɯ ou ˙ɟɟo ˙˙˙ʍouʞ ʇ,uop ı 'ɥo ˙˙˙os sɯǝǝs ʇsnɾ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ ǝɹǝɥʍ sʎɐp ǝsoɥʇ ɟo ǝuo ƃuıʌɐɥ ɯ,ıP.S. For those of you wondering how the hell I did this, I give you FlipText.org

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For many people, a daily vitamin and occasional Tylenol doses are the only pills they ever have to take. For those of us who are blessed with lifelong medical issues, daily vitamins and Tylenol just don't cut it. I take ELEVEN pills each day. And that's just to keep me out of the hospital! My medical issues are moderate. I have Crohn's Disease and Generalized Anxiety with Depression. As long as I

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Since I have been lacking creative writing ideas, I'm cheapskatin' my way to to a new post by posting a survey. 01. Do you like bleu cheese salad dressing? I sure do love moldy cheese!02. Favorite late night snack? The only time I snack late at night is if I’ve been drinking. Then it’s breakfast. With bleu cheese.03. Do you own a gun? Have you seen THESE guns, baby? *flexes biceps*04. What’s your

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As a bartender, it is my job to serve you alcohol and make sure you have a good time. Maybe I can even help you get over a bad day/week. I serve you, clean up after you, and sometimes even cook for you. That is my job. Now, as a patron, here is what YOU must do to if you want to keep my services:1. My name is not "Hey," "Miss," or "Ma'am." If you don't know my real name, simply say "Bartender."

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I'm really interested in knowing who is following my blog. Please, if you view my blog, throw a comment on there! Better yet click HERE to follow my blog. Or, if you're a feed-reader, subscribe to the feed by clicking THIS .I really appreciate you taking the time to read my blog! Now I just want to hear from you! :) kthxbai!Happy Hump Day! :D

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This is why I love cats:

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Hello, all, and welcome to my blog. I've decided that, instead of mass-emailing everyone about everything that's new with me, I would just post it in a blog and let those who want to read it, read it. Plus, it's WAY better than those stupid Christmas card letters! :)What's new with me? Well, this depends largely on when the last time was that you spoke with or saw me! Some of you may already be

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