May 24th, 2004

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A married couple was in a terrible accident in which the woman's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too thin. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks.

The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came fro and requested that the doctor also honour their secret. After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty!

One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you." "My darling," he replied, "Think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."
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Just a heads up for those enjoy my image archive, at some point I will be upgrading my system from RedHat 9 to Fedora Core 2. Hopefully it's not too painful of an upgrade.

And then... Is there someway to add a fraemset to LJ? I would love to put this on the side bar of my journal.
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I think that last from in todays Get Fuzzy needs to be my user icon. Bucky is such an ass, but has such great lines. :-)

Sort of like, "Not my goddamn planet. Understand Monkey Boy?" from Buckaroo Bonzai (quit your whining! It has John Lithgow as a crazy alien/mad scientist so it rocks! Imagine 3rd Rock from the Sun, but insane, evil, and bent on world destruction.) being my favorite line for a long time.
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broken_gizmo has requested I not post till she catch up with her messages.


I have problems with authority. (I also run with scissors, color outside the lines, and don't play well with others. It's amazing I graduated pre-school.)
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You know what I miss from when I was a kid? Walking through the forrest on a sunny day and stubling across a place they there is no undergrother, the trees are spread apart, but provive a complete ceilling, with their branches arching over you, like cathedral vaults. It was a space you would never notice till you actually enter it. And while it occured naturally, it looks like it has a purpose. These made the best bases of operation for childhood adventures. Hide and seek, capture the flag, any adventure you could dream of. I miss the long summer days spent plying these rooms in the forest with my imagination. These little spots where I could step in to a new world where the rules were a little different, and time was more concept that reality.