peacefuljeffrey

Not on my drunkest day. But thanks fer thinkin' of me. (Fantasize about me much?) - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

My little Wee Belle Wing (siamese runt with a gammy foreleg) is reared up at the television, chuffing and swatting at the pelicans and geese flying on "Winged Migration" -- HOLY SHIT, she just jumped off the ground at the screen to try to get the geese following the ultralight!! Poor little confusacat. She's also hopelessly in heat and can't get no satisfaction... Do your pets react to the t.v. I have never had a dog or a cat that did it until this one... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

See - I need to read between the lines better. I was not fully understanding the problem. Both of you -- THANKS! That was an AWESOME LAUGH you gave me!! - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Salut!

Maybe they have boyfriends who like that earthy smelling, animal pussy... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Because criminals are stupid! - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I'm watching the making of "Winged Migration," and saw a scene of a cellist, and realized how much I like the soothing mellow sound of a cello. Of course, I also like the violin, but the higher pitch is somewhat less soothing. Classical guitar is just incredible, as well. Hard for me to decide. What's your choice? - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Was "Confidence" the name of your .38 Chief's Special? LOL! - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Is it hard to get a large kitchen knife there? Anything can end up being a weapon. Even a man's larger size over a woman can be his "weapon." I have never seen stats on hitchhiker rapes in either the U.S. or Europe. Are you sure it's not just your perceptions that make you suspect it's riskier here? Fact is, in both places, each year probably sees millions of uneventful, harmless hitchhikings... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

The first words that came out of my mouth after reading your first line were, "Oh my god! and I frowned a big, sad frown. That is so distressing to read. I hope he recovers well both physically and psychologically. I am sure that is going to be a devastating thing and he is going to need immense strength from somewhere inside, and the love of family and friends. Best wishes, Gawain. Your sacrifice is not lost on us. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Well, sorry, I won't be able to be there, but if I were, I would even let you do that dock-your-canopy thing. I met a guy named Damien (RkyMtnHigh's guy) last time at Sebastian, and let him coax me into doing some wacky shit I had never done before, like top docking, and side-by-side, and we even did a fuckin' downplane! I was beside myself with amazement at what we had done. RkyMtnHigh had seen the downplane and the other stuff during that jump, from a distance. Hoooo-EEE! I dont' think I did too bad for a total novice. What an eye-opener it was. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Holy shit! You have DANGERMOUSE and PENFOLD as your avatar now?!?! ROCK ON!! I LOVED them when I was a kid! - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Yep; me, too, in my college daze. Best road trip I ever took was hitching from Upstate New York, down to Z-Hills, over to Lauderdale & then all the way back. It probably wasn't too safe, even back then. Nowadays if one of my kids seriously thought of doing that, I'd handcuff them to the doorknob. Holy shit! How many different rides does it involve to just get down one way on a trip that long?! Wow! Any of you interested in the subject of what can go wrong for hitchhikers, watch the movie "Freeway," which is some of Reese Witherspoon's best work ever. Oh, what a fucked-up movie that is, but she's a delight to watch in it. I'd love to hear from people who have seen it. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Oh, that reminds me, on New Year's Day this year, I was heading back to the Sebastian DZ from in town and there was a chick walking from U.S. 1 along Roseland toward the DZ. I could tell she was a skydiver, because she had on one of those knapsacks made to look like a rig. I pulled over and yelled back to her that I'd give her a lift to the DZ, and she got in and we went. I think she said her name was Liz. -

One time, in 2000, I was leaving my mom's place, about 20 minutes away. I had just pulled out of her neighborhood and was waiting at a red light to turn left onto a main road, late late at night, around 2 or so, maybe later. From my right came a young woman in a slinky dress, gesticulating and calling out, "Please, let me in!" About 20 feet behind her was a man. I made a split-second decision, having very quickly weighed the possibility that she was in on some ruse to rob me or carjack me. I reached over and unlocked the passenger door and let her in, then sped off as she was closing the door, driving through the red light. She thanked me profusely as soon as we were on our way. She explained that this guy had been following her for a few blocks and trying to catch up with her. I didn't get a good look at him. I think it might have been a drunk or homeless dude. She feared what he might want to do if he caught up to her (possibly with good reason). The girl herself smelled of liquor and seemed a bit drunk, and appeared obviously to have been out partying at the bars. She explained that she had gotten separated somehow from her boyfriend, and could not contact him. She figured that he himself was probably looking for her. She was pretty damned cute, actually, from what I remember. She had on this form-fitting green dress, and at one point she showed me this tattoo she had of some japanese woman all across her back! (She also bummed a cigarette from a semi-truck driver who had stopped next to us at a light.) I remember that she had her license or something on her but didn't have money or her credit cards or something. My memory about that is hazy, but I remember seeing her name on something. I asked her just what she thought we should do about her predicament since we had no way to reach her boyfriend. Our first goal -- to get her away from the crazy street dude -- had been accomplished. Her boyfriend's apartment was sort of between where we were and where I was headed (home), so I told her we could go there and I could drop her off. Well, she didn't have a key to the place, so we waited around there, after checking the possibility of sneaking her in through a window or something. We eventually gave up on that, and I decided I would just take her home to my house and let her sleep on the couch and call for him in the morning, which is exactly what happened. I tried to keep her comfortable, thinking that she would probably wake up with a nasty headache, gave her some apple juice and a foot massage, and in the morning her (oh-so-concerned-and-responsible) boyfriend came and picked her up. I don't make a habit of picking up hitchhikers. I think it has dangers. The only other time I can remember was last year. I was passing along the edge of downtown West Palm Beach, and at a busy corner of a six-lane road I saw two girls who were trying to snag a ride. They weren't having any luck, but as luck would have it, we happened to make eye contact. They mimed, "Can we have a ride?" and so I just shrugged and said yeah, and gestured to come on. Once in my car, they were really polite and appreciative. Turns out they were sisters, and hotties to boot. They were trying to get from West Palm Beach to Boynton Beach. It took a short while before it became evident that they were not just two girls out shopping or something. Along I-95, they asked if I partied. I was like, "Uh, no, not as in drugs or anything," but that I leave people to do their own thing. They explained that the reason they asked was that they wanted to know if they could smoke their crack in my car!!!!! Honestly, I was worried that they might freak out or something if they didn't get their "fix" -- I had never been in the presence of a crack addict before. I suggested that I could stop at a parking lot or something, but they (knowing their business) said it was better to do it on the move. So I guess just out of some sort of pity (and morbid curiousity) I said okay, and so they did their thing with their little glass crack-pipes. (You can be sure I opened the windows!) What a freaky experience, I can tell you. Two sisters, one 19 and one 20, in the back seat and passenger seat of my car, respectively, smoking crack because, well, they gotta. I got a good earful of their story along the way, and when I dropped them off at a McDonald's, it was where they had their dealer (a hot blonde chick who used to be a "dancer"!!) arranged to meet them for a score. They had been crack-addicted since age 13 or so. The younger one had a warrant out for her for something or other. Had also almost died of a blood infection. One of their dealers (probably a pimp of some kind, actually) had insisted she go to the hospital, and that saved her life. Both girls were friendly, sweet, polite, really good people it seemed. I was struck by the tragedy of what had happened to them to make their lives be this way. It was quite surreal. But then, there was nothing much I could do. I gave them a hand with some money as I let them get on their way... To this day, I hope they are all right, but I truly wonder. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I like all three options to some degree or other. Totally shaved is pretty darned cool, and so is a little strip, but then there's something wild and animalistic and raunchy about a natural bush!

If I say much about this, I'll end up getting insulting and condescending about smoking and "dip" and stuff like that... so I'll just say I wish you luck at quitting.

I have a big silver-gray and white cat, who weighed 11 lbs. 11 oz. at the vet last month; and a skinny Siamese mutt who weighs about 6 or 7 lbs. and has an atrophied right foreleg. The two of them are tearing around my house right now, back and forth across the living room and into the bedroom and kitchen, rolling around and tussling like crazy! The funny thing is, it's the Siamese, who's like half the size of the other, starting shit with her! This little "three-legged" cat holds her own! I wish I could video this and post it, but I can't... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I just gave my second attempt today at watching the Anthony Hopkins movie "Titus"... suffice it to say, I failed to be able to watch more than about ten minutes' worth. It's horrible. "Anachronistic" is too mild a term for it. The movie is like someone's freaked out nightmare acid trip. In the first scene, this boy is sitting at a kitchen table with food and toys all around. He's wearing a brown paper bag over his head. He starts to make mishmash out of his food, creating a battle-scene on the table with all of his action figures, spraying ketchup on them, etc. Suddenly the window explodes inward and a biker-lookin' dude wearing an aviator's leather helmet comes in, grabs the boy, and carries him away. The next thing you know, they are in a coliseum where Roman soldiers have just returned victorious from battle against Goths, and Anthony Hopkins orates to them. After that, things get weird. Suddenly there are parades following orators down the street, orators who ride floats similar to the Popemobile... and there is some sort of political competition going on between them. They're all still like ancient romans, but now they're riding in automobiles, and speaking from podiums using old-timey looking microphones and speakers. Anthony Hopkins is still the emperor-dude, and the little boy is still right there in the middle of stuff as though for some reason he belongs. That's where I stopped watching. The movie is so bad it was making me uncomfortable! Anyone here familiar with this movie? Have you watched it all the way through? Does it ever get decent and watchable? Can you explain what it's about to me? - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I know, was he? Your son should be going back to him and telling him to not be such a tattletale faggot or he'll kick his ass. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

When I was a kid, I got pepper on the tongue. Then immediately afterward I was allowed to drink milk or something to kill the taste. It's funny, because time went by and I could either take or leave pepper, but now I LOVE ground black pepper, and I LOVE hot sauce. (Hot sauce was not what was used for the punishment though; just saying that I love hot-spicy flavors now.) I would not use soap, and it was not used on me. It's not made to be ingested. I'm sure it tastes awful, but it could lead to blindness via "soap...poisoning!" I would use either black pepper or Crystal hot pepper sauce. - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I remember a time before I had ever heard of "mozzarella sticks," or "Buffalo wings"... Think about foods that have only "been around" for a short while... There are a lot of them. - jalapeno poppers - "wraps" ... help me out, here. What other foods are "recent"? - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

I WISH I had been of age for that! I freakin' LOVE vans! - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

ASTEROIDS!!!! It's STILL a great game! (But then, it would have to be great after all these years to earn the name "classic," which it clearly does.) I remember that my brother was one of those "older kids" who had figured out that the best way to a high score was to cruise up the screen over and over at high speed with one rock still left, and pick off the little alien ship with strafing runs. It took a long time before I capitulated that that is indeed the best way to play that game if you want to score big. I remember BMX when it was brand new. I remember when the first kid in my elementary school showed up with a "BMX bike" -- a Team Murray that had a two-tone silver and gold frame. Because it was the first bike I'd ever seen without fenders, I remember, it seemed to be overly long and stretched out. Then a little while later, some company came out with a something-"Max" which was a taller-framed BMX bike, which looked really ridiculous. I remember when the most complicated tricks people could do were "kick-outs," riding wheelies, and "table-tops" off jumps. Every single neighborhood in my area on Long Island had at least several "BMX tracks" in some wooded area nearby. No one ever dreamed that people would go off jumps and do backflips, or leave the bikes and take their feet off the pedals and so forth. But then I remember in the mid '90s, not even top professional snowboarders were doing flips. Wasn't Terje Haakonsen the first dude to make that a regular thing? That guy was awesome! I hope he's still rippin' it up somewhere, even though he's "old" now... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"

Aren't we running just a few short on those? Like maybe one or two is all we need to bring us up to speed... - -Jeffrey "With tha thoughts of a militant mind... Hard line, hard line after hard line!"