Hey - Dys - I can't stop being you on Yahoo! It is exceedingly weird - I have been dlowan all my online life - to be a dyslexia is doing odd things to my meness....
More on cars:
"Toddler crashes dad's car twice in four days
A motor mad three-year-old German boy has crashed his father's car twice in four days.
Police in the western town of Borken say the boy used a ladder to steal the keys to his father's car.
After starting it up, he ploughed it into a nearby car, causing about 5,000 euros of damage but escaping unharmed.
When a television crew came to their home in the town of Bocholt near the Dutch border to reconstruct the incident four days later, the young lad took matters into his own hands.
Sitting behind the wheel with the car key given to him during filming, his urge to drive overtook him again.
"The father was with the television crew," Borken police spokesman Frank Rentmeister said.
"The car was in gear and the boy just started up and drove into the car ahead."
The boy was not hurt but chalked up further damages totalling about 1,000 euros.
Police are now investigating the father for criminal negligence."
Starts young, eh?
I just ran out to my living room, because i could hear shouting and such coming from outside. It was, in fact, the TV, which I had forgotten to turn off. There was one of those cops being followed by cameras shows on.
A fella was leading a whole posse of cops down a road. The cops - a lot of them - had big guns. He had a knife.
They were kind of upset with him about his knife, and were telling him to drop it. He wouldn't, which upset them more.
I was thinking, what IS this? This guy has twenty or more guns on him, some cops getting kind of agitated - he is NOT going to win this one, what kind of nut does this?
Then - I recalled the only time in my life when I had cops waving guns at ME, and very agitated, and telling me to put my f...ing hands up on the f...ing fence before they blew my f...ing brains out.
Odd thing is, it never occurred to me, or anyone I was with, to do as we were told! In fact, I moved TOWARDS them - with my hands in that open, peaceful gesture, and spoke to them as I would to frightened horses, to try to get them to calm down, which they did.
Is it a universal human thing to ignore the orders of agitated constabulary with big guns pointed at us? Seems odd, really...
I just ran out to my living room, because i could hear shouting and such coming from outside. It was, in fact, the TV, which I had forgotten to turn off. There was one of those cops being followed by cameras shows on.
A fella was leading a whole posse of cops down a road. The cops - a lot of them - had big guns. He had a knife.
They were kind of upset with him about his knife, and were telling him to drop it. He wouldn't, which upset them more.
I was thinking, what IS this? This guy has twenty or more guns on him, some cops getting kind of agitated - he is NOT going to win this one, what kind of nut does this?
Then - I recalled the only time in my life when I had cops waving guns at ME, and very agitated, and telling me to put my f...ing hands up on the f...ing fence before they blew my f...ing brains out.
Odd thing is, it never occurred to me, or anyone I was with, to do as we were told! In fact, I moved TOWARDS them - with my hands in that open, peaceful gesture, and spoke to them as I would to frightened horses, to try to get them to calm down, which they did.
Is it a universal human thing to ignore the orders of agitated constabulary with big guns pointed at us? Seems odd, really...
Rebellion against authority is the most primal of all instincts. Remember Adam and Eve ?
I am not a number, I am a free man!
"We're all individuals! We're all individuals!"
"I'm not."
dys
Saw an immaculate XK 120 coupe yesterday....considered stealing it
xk 120 takes 16 quarts of oil
I recall parties in the 60's which involved about 16 quarts of Mazola . . .
but that involved a group effort (share the cost)
in either case, cost of the oil is a triviality
Within months of my dad buying a new volvo, my twin and I got our driver's licences. Twenty days later, I rolled the volvo.
Oh My God.
Blatham has a twin.
(thud)
My mother is one of a set of twins . . . they're not bad people, if you can manage to avoid them all of your life . . .
Ah, good to see you online. Post fast, I'm out of things to read and am just about ready to resort to doing some work -- and it would be a shame to start that now, so near the end.
Met an abnormally large number of twins in college -- most of them had the entire set in attendance. There was even one who was a triplet -- she was very serious. It interested me to note that they generally either went to extremes to remain similar -- such as the tall, blond surfer chicks in the apartment across the way -- or to be extremely different -- such as the uptight preppy / stinky-hairy-dreadlocked pair. All seemed to have some strong reaction to their identity as an identical; none were ambivalent about it.
I am more fond of the shapley scantily clad twins a la Goldmember, as opposed to the abnormally large ones. Just a personal preference.
Ah, but you didn't meet these surfer girls, cav. (Sigh.)
But, then, I've got strange taste sometime. I must admit I take a bit of a fancy to Lauren Jackson of the Seattle Storm...
A smooth, polished, relaxed, thoughtful floor game gets me every time.
Fraternal. Though physically alike all our lives, I bear more scars from mother's cruel beatings. She would chain my hands to the top of the GE refrigerator door, then slam me repeatedly against the cupboards while tightly clasping her crucifix to her substantial bosoms.
