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Each additional older brother increased the odds of homosexuality by 33%
-R Blanchard and AF Bogaert Clarke Institute of Psychiatry, Toronto, Canada.

With all this damage what now, Clutch in, blinker on.
Today, I was a minor part in a major accident of fine automobiles.
Waiting to turn, Clutch in, Blinker on.
Shatter Glass flying through the air drifting back to earth like mist glimmering when the sun first strikes it. Accompanied with the symphony of deforming metal glass and plastic. The mist dropping to the ground shimmering as it reaches its final resting spot. Did I let go of the clutch in fear, or did I get bumped. I strode out to meet them legs moving quickly, Each step noise ridden from the glass underfoot. Eyes in virtual REM. First guy in the SUV stumbles out license & registration in hand babbling incoherently drifting in and out of comprehension clearly shaken up. I took out a pad of paper and quickly wrote down everything I could about the guy (service technician on mail sorting machines) copied insurance info. His cell phone rang he did not even notice I had to point it out. My sister’s car was nicely bumped. Etc and 30 min later I am here. The Destructive Force to be reckoned with

You remember The book or rather the Secrete of NIMH (National Institute of Mental Health). Yes NIMH really exists, and so do the rats. Just like the movie, Socital rats Brilliant Just Brilliant
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Well I got the job in the barn in the middle of the woods for two months (primus), Then they don't need help untill september 6th which is when I can return to work. Primus is just too small and volitile. I don't think I can stand the on off scheadule of work that is required. Probubly will keep looking for jobs,
Week-end: Fri partied with the croud from "Crackton" a section of wooster, a little scarry.
Ran In to someone from H.S. (1/65) bizzar Suddenly he approches from 3 o'clock Goes Hey Seth, Grabs my right hand & shakes it turns and walks away from the same direction he came. I was thinking this is easy I should be mayor.
The gym I am going to has a pool w/ a high level of clorine. I forgot my Gogles. So I swam with my eyes closed. Five blind strokes and the surreal experence over comes you, sort of like snorkeling in a dream You create where your swimming. Like i "saw" (rememberd) a sunken hull from Camp squanto, it was great. Unfortunately, The dream was sharply disterbed by lanes and bottum of pools.

Forgot to mention: Last patriots day @ the Boston marithon Go to the weslley College Section of the course, Bring earplugs, and shameless Ego's Next year I think I might ride my bicycle the whole distance / Illigaly run. (You need to run a qualifying marathon to be elegible.) I saw 5 runners puke and I ran in to a friend and got introduced a lot. it was sweet (the girls not the puke). The problem was that They still have the stiff upper lip that I had shed long ago. Anyways I got a few numbers and ran into annother friend who was getting married in augest (she just turned 21) My opinion is that you can get married but don't have kids till later, but not too late. Kids postpone most of your dreams.

An Egregious Usurpation of unoffending occupants

My dad Keeps telling me how he is going to attach Several ballons to his Adorandak & float away in the sky Unfortuanaly it exists & I am not going to tell him.

"He who knows only his own side of the case, knows little of that. His reasons may be good, and no one may have been able to refute them. But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons on the opposite side; if he does not so much as know what they are, he has no ground for preferring either opinion. The rational position for him would be suspension of judgment, and unless he contents himself with that, he is either led by authority, or adopts, like the generality of the world, the side to which he feels most inclination. Nor is it enough that he should hear the arguments of adversaries from his own teachers, presented as they state them, and accompanied by what they offer as refutations. This is not the way to do justice to the arguments, or bring them into real contact with his own mind. He must be able to hear them from persons who actually believe them; who defend them in earnest, and do their very utmost for them. He must know them in their most plausible and persuasive form; he must feel the whole force of the difficulty which the true view of the subject has to encounter and dispose of, else he will never really possess himself of the portion of truth which meets and removes that difficulty. ... So essential is this discipline to a real understanding of moral and human subjects, that if opponents of all important truths do not exist, it is indispensable to imagine them and supply them with the strongest arguments which the most skilful devil's advocate can conjure up. "
— John Stuart Mill, On Liberty

could not create the works of Shakespeare in a millennium.
There are too many people in the world creating too many words
Billions and billions of them pouring from the presses.
What is the point of words? "Communication"
What are they usually used us A$? "Deception"
The productivity of harmonious work is much greater than deceptive working
With BS Surrounding us, are we just part of the petty drivel?

P.S. Monkey Simulator

Bourne Identity Review:
I saw the original Bourne Identity movie not the remake. The origenal covered bits and bobs from all books (Bourne (identity, supremacy and ultimatum)), and was truer to the books. The remake had some better touches and stopped close to book lines, because the Bourne supremacy movie is due out. The books are very well written for action & spy, clever main character development, and enjoyable but not a must read.

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I impress myself how I can wedge myself temperaraly Into a average office worker. So I show up at microspring and I paged the guest I met yesterday, The secratarey leans over to me and she says I haven't seen him all day. So I called the number he gave me and he answered. I told him I was at microspring and he goes "were all here" Luckely, it was 45 min before the interview. He gave me instructions to a place 10 miles down the road. It was on a dirt road in the woods. There was a barn in the woods with a small hand carved wooden sign saying Primus Medical Inc. I was at the spring company's start up spin off. I imeadialty start on a tour. It consited of mainly brains, ovens and springs. One of the brains was an actual silicon model lifted from a person. It was really cool. I met their three employies rather personalities:
1 Ex weilder with snake leather boots (very intence founder of microspring)
2 Ex priest tunred engineer (inventor of spin off idea)
3 The mirical worker, has the best mind but no education
the down side is this spin off has little money, but it would be fun to work on such a cool project. The problem is the stuff they make is so small it has to be put togeather with a microscope. There are three layers that occur over each other. Fun time trying to make samples.

In the back yard I stole a bamboo shoot. Very nice.

I wonder if the eggs shape focuses the microwaves into the center. if you microwave an egg shaped potato it burns from the inside out. I have to check the refractive indexes of the materials but that is what I would assume.

I was over at my dad’s office yesterday and I was talking to a visitor and got myself a job interview with microspring. (a division of medsource) So, I Decided to go to a real hair cutting place to exchange my hirsute noggin for the tame employee of the month look. Don't worry, the mad Scientist Inventor coiffure will be back.

Sorry to State this but according to the Gematriculator your blog is only 50% from hell. Second congratulations on the job Steve.

It has come to my attention that britney spears and science are an amazing duo, it appears she Is a scientific expert or involved in everything
Such as: Radiation, Dog's Music choice, Semiconductor Physics, Markov chain chemistry (look at the title), and computer image processing (cant find link).

I woke up this morning at 7:45 Unable to move. The alarm clock dimly entering my entity, Why do I have the affliction of the living version of rigor mortis. Must have been a great weekend. I Thought back to what happened:
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1 Filled, Trevis, Brettl hupfers & ski shots
Spurred by throngs of Canadians filling the huts by 9 Am, we reached back into our backup comfort zone. Mine was the tent; Tripp's was the internet. Tripp won due to it is not nice having 7 people in a 4 person tent. We got to the brettle humpers at 15:00(the ski club found by Tripp), and imposed ourselves, for know one knew anything about us. We realized that this was A co-ed fraternity for people done with education. Immediately we started to have a party, fuelled by trevis the shy party animal, ski shots, and excess. We finished the bottle of jager before 5, and continued to celebrate well into the night. We went in to cutting our knuckles with knives rather stupidly. Nearing her end, Ashley in a spur of glory, Stumped the most able detective at that time with her circular answering methods.
Ashley, what color is your sleeping bag? ... Purple
Ashley, what color is your sleeping bag? ... Blue
Ashley, what color is your sleeping bag? ... Green
...
I tossed her finally in "her" sleeping bag which was ian’s. And went back down to the party. After a bit i come back up and went to bed. I was woken up by Ian who ripped my sleeping bag off me and hid under the bed next to me. After a bit i mustered my courage and coordination and took back the bag. The sleep was so good.


2 The Taming of Marty Stouffer.
Dehydrated, we stumbled out of our personal nests at 6:30 looking for life, thrills and the mountain. Driven by our status, our packs had become experimental rigs for reducing the weight. My creation was so tall that it would hit anything less than 10 feet. Beginning our embankment at 9:00, every step brought us closer to clarity in many ways. Tripp's slip Reminded us of the danger involved. My rig and food created a potently deadly situation. First gorp and boydington then lunch and me, in a crazy, twisting, tree entangled ice slide. At the hut i saw the conditions board. Low avalanche possibility, Good, I'm not going to die this year. After lunch we made the approach to the bowl, with nothing more than ski gear.

3 Skiing:

At the bowl there was about 100 people. I was impressed that there where 10 ski patrolmen here. We climbed up the sluice First powered then Ice on top. The first run our climb was hard as we where remembering our technique from last year. Our group broke down as tom tried to climb another route to scuttle around the ridge to our location. I followed trip kick stepping all the way. The descent was poor until i got to the powder. Powder on the steep is the reason to go skiing. We had to wait for tom to come back because we had no idea where he was because he had no one with him.

Second assent. Up to the jump rock, We went. Steve and I wanted to go higher. So we attempted to go around a giant rock to the top area. Steve decides to go up through some trees up to a flat looking area. Equipped with rubber boots with very little things to kick the ground. he pushed his snow board up in front of him. He tossed his snowboard up the hill and says to it "don’t move". He told me not to follow him up. I decided that there was no way in hell I would leave anyone up there by themselves so I started going up a new way. I went around the rock and the ice 2" under the powder kept me close. Eventually I saw what he did. I was in shock no one does what he did. He climbed over a cornice, and he balanced his board on it! I eventually would have to get over to him. Fortunately, it became a flute higher up and was easier. The crux of it was a bulge that I had to get over and to the right. This was the first time I thought about dieing. I knew I couldn’t die yet. Don't really know why. I looked down and twenty feet down was some rocks, no time to really do anything but die. I consisted my options: Freeze and do nothing, climb down, or go for it. not really any choice. Since I new I couldn’t die I went for it. Great reward standing on that bulge. When I got to him in his relative flat spot he was digging out another seat. He proclaimed that It is really hard to turn around and sit down. I went up to his first one and put on my skis, convinced that he would have his on soon. when I looked down again he was climbing down board in hand. So I waited, meanwhile the seat he dug was falling a way and I was slowly being buried in the seat. I sat there forever uncomfortable in my awkward position, yet as I was being buried it was getting warmer. I called down Is anyone with you down there. a "no" resounded. Ten minutes later Steve shouts In going in two minutes. I stood up. I saw him go down one turn. I buckled up my boots and started my first turn between the rocks. Whew I made that It should be easy. Oh shit someone is here. Jump away. Dam there goes my ski, Other one come off now, good. Wait rocks ahead where are they, Ok 12 O'clock, Probably will hit them, roll away Big radius to dissipate energy. Oh' shit I'm Im doing cart wheels, now I'm 8 feet away from the hill. good missed the rocks to the right, The hill is too steep to Roll. ouch The bumps are starting to hurt, try not to tense up lets try to flatten out. Chin to sternum ouch, ok flat, try not to use toes might flip over backwards, dig in with hands, wow amazing Crap I cant get my skis. I start getting my stuff someone grabs my pole I’m screaming get my skis he skis right past them. I start charging up the mountain high on adrenalin and rage there was no way I was going to leave my skis. Then I see someone in kakies grabbing my skis. I am relieved I want them so bad. He tosses them down the mountain I came to get them. I realized it was Ian, I was panged with guilt for realizing that i had taken my bag rather violently last night. he falls over and his second ski was up with mine so we climbed up together and put on our skis rather silently. I started skiing I tried turning my legs would not respond. It was easier to do a helicopter than simply turning. I got to the bottom and reconvened with the group saying " call me Mr. body" The ski down was awful. better than hiking. I kept falling over because even though I had the quickness of mind my limbs acted as there was a delay on every action. I wanted to do. Or there might not have been one at all.

4 That night was another amazing night, With the feeling of being alive I wanted to be alive. I finally met rainman our host and benefactor. He is a little crazy, But cool as hell. I came back to the fire after talking to Lots of brettl's just as we where sitting down Linda came out and started dancing. She was good She’s 50 and Started dancing funky lady Linda of the dance with High kicks and all. Tripp has a great photo; Rainman challenged us to a game of flip cup. We beat the house 5-1. That was it. Later in the morning I was so thirsty I grabbed my water bladder and started sucking. I was not getting anything out. So I though it up on the barricade. It went over the edge and on Ian. The guilt got me going in a hurry.


Second Point The Grammer test must not be valid because:

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


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Sundry means:
of a variety
or bits and pieces that apart have small consequence but when compiled in to an anthology they start to have a collective meaning.