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Watching my two best buddies (my cats Viktor …

Comment posted Nerd Word of the Day: Weisure by big ed.

Watching my two best buddies (my cats Viktor and Pandora) chase each other around the house, make a mess, climb any & everything taller than themselves and getting blitzed on catnip. Of course I join in on their feline games whenever they let me .

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Actually, I prefer the human version of catnip. But I do try to chase them around, climb and jump over stuff. Just don’t always land on my feet, though!

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Alaska
Hell yes! Think about all the money that’s made in Alaska from businesses like the fishing industry and oil production. Not to mention exposure to the Inuit culture.

If I had 100 million dollars, I’d: settle all my debts w/ interest due; give my mother $1 million for supporting me while I’ve been unemployed and to finish improving her house, including getting a real security/alarm system installed instead of me staying up all night w/ no social life to speak of; $1 million each to my father, brother and sister, $0.5 mil to my cousin’s family around the corner; put $50 millie into high interest savings accounts in both the Carribean and Swiss banking systems; $500,000 into savings at a credit union; buy 4.5 millie worth of goverment bonds;continue my self education w/ unlimited resources; another $1 million to improve the neighborhood I grew up in and provide some kind of continued education program free to all who are serious about doing so; $1 millie each to the handful of women I’ve had sex with (just in case!); buy back my Grandfather H.’s farm in Michigan, reconstruct the old farmstead w/ modern improvements/ buy my Grandfather B.’s land in the Florida panhandle, build a comfortable cabin w/ state of the art security system so only animals could come and go as they please; then come back to KCMO and buy my own small house in Independence with a 10 ft. privacy fence around the property, a `93 Chevy Silverado pickup w/ off road tires and blackout tinted windows equipped w/ motorized steel cable wench; then throw down for a insane hotel party at Ameristar for all the my so-called friends w/ a $10,000 investment in psychoactive substances and security personell of my own personal choosing. No alcohol allowed inside! Not responsible for resulting rehab “vacations”.
Oh yeah, start buying most of my food at the River Front Farmer’s Market until my second season’s harvest up north. That just about covers it…
Fight or Flight
Practice what I like to call Waking Meditation. First, learn how to meditate the traditional way: pitch black room/single candle/ no interruptions/mantra/etc.(pick up a book on authentic yoga) Second, master the technique that’s best for you and keep the same mantra. When you can induce an “out of body” state w/ little effort, start chanting your mantra in daily stressful situations without going too far. Eyes open(depending on the situation you’re in) and stay in the moment; if you’re in rush hour traffic you don’t want to drift away to the point where you end up holding up traffic or crashing into anything/person, unless you’re just an agent of chaos. One way to do this is to chant along to whatever music might be playing on the radio, if you don’t simply turn it off.
After countless hours of trial and error, this will become second nature to you.

Or you could just drop out of society, withdraw from all human contact, and lock yourself indoors until your mind snaps and you end up giving in to whatever paranoid delusions might plague your world. But don’t be suprised if the county sends you on a long, magical trip to the Cuckoo’s Nest Resort, aka whichever mental institution matches your family’s income level.
Poop Deck Answer
I get goose flesh every time I talk to a beautiful woman such as yourself, Marina. And it ain’t because I’m skerred!
420 Game
It’s 3:20 am on June 25th, my birthday and I’m blown away by your taste in music. Yowsers! leonard, you rock!
Pull a boner
I recollect one time a few years back when I’d been hangin’ out at a buddy’s pad down the street from my mother’s house, yakking away the evening while sipping a couple of Bud Lights. After joking & smoking up two or three blunts, I got the bright idea to drive out to WalMart to do a little late night shopping with the rest of the night-folk. That part went just fine, but then on the way back down a notoriously curvey stretch of 87th Street (should’ve took the highway instead) in the rain, I was flying around the bend at about 50 mph when a pair of headlights coming the other way w/ their brights on (wooded area). On top of that, they were way over the yellow double line, causing me to have to swerve to the right. I over-corrected and hydroplaned at the same time, spinning around 4 or 5 times before taking flight off the road and crashing backwards into the woods! Luckily for me all the older growth trees had been chopped down in the past year or so, and my car (’96 blue Corolla) pinned down a few baby trees which actually padded my landing, thank the Gods!
After catching my breath & checking to see if my body parts were all intact— only a few bumps and bruises, I pushed the driver’s side door open against some brush and hopped down approx. 3 feet to the ground, dazed and confused but dead sober now. I can’t even remember how many people stopped to check if I was okay as I climbed up hill back to the roadside. Some cat let me use his cell phone to call home and took off. This other guy in a pickup said he lived close by, and would come back with a tow chain he had at his house, hopefully before the cops came by. But then they showed up a few minutes later, and a long, uncomfortable wait for the local tow service began. They cut me a break and didn’t do a sobriety check of any kind. When the tow truck driver finally pulled the car back up on the road, there was hardly any damage except for some dents and later on an alignment problem.
Some years later the city demolished that section of street for a 2 mile stretch or so, and 3 or 4 years later finished rebuilding it as a straight of way.