tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61868252011-04-21T16:05:02.759-04:00Go ahead make a few rules.The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1137895141665899402006-01-21T20:57:00.000-05:002006-01-21T20:59:01.676-05:00

Actually i suppose I have nothhing to say. But I do have a new game: Dungeon Siege II. Bloody but nice.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1120667180258990952005-07-06T12:26:00.000-04:002005-07-06T12:26:20.263-04:00

Pat's newbie Advice to play Kult: Heretic Kingdoms (no real spoilers):I’m a Newbie to Heretic Kingdons, but Newbies can give good advice - to other Newbies. No spoilers here (I hope), I just want to give tips on how to play. These will be pretty random. More experienced players, if you’re reading? Please comment on where I’m wrong or add more of interest.Mini-map: It’s really confusing in Arathen

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1120658763188675542005-07-06T10:03:00.000-04:002005-07-06T10:06:03.193-04:00

So once again I'm squeezing in time all over the clock to play my newest CFRPG, Kult. jon looked over my shoulder - he didn't say I'm stealing time from my job - but he did say "All that blood, not in front of my children." So I play accordingly. I think I'll even post some newby faq stuff.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1120052995515028192005-06-29T09:47:00.000-04:002005-06-29T09:49:55.520-04:00

Heretic Kingdoms. Trying out their demo. I am feeling lost in this new world, don't know whether it'll be worth my effort or not.Off to the forum!

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1115930377631213972005-05-12T16:38:00.000-04:002005-05-12T16:39:37.636-04:00

Leth-ar-gee! It's creeping all O-ver me!There goes my left brain ...Right down the swift drain ...Oh, and etc.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1115773848844914482005-05-10T21:08:00.000-04:002005-05-10T21:10:48.846-04:00

Stupid Blog, so you reproach me.Sitting there.I can't write poetry.Either.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1105984789336131322005-01-17T09:12:00.000-05:002005-01-17T12:59:49.336-05:00

I'm mourning my lack of cfrpg games, bored by Arcanum, bored by Morrowind. Using my computer any other way I heard a radio program today, live performance of Brahms' 1st pno conc. Poor Glenn Gould, his instincts so wonderful in Bach just desert him when he plays Brahms or Hindy. He had ideas about how to play that concerto, very original, just DID NOT WORK. Poor Lenny B comes onstage and TALKS

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1101655270259351262004-11-28T10:18:00.000-05:002004-11-28T10:21:10.260-05:00

Les Schwartzes took pity and gave me today off. Terrible wind, terrible rain, I'm not going for a walk. Just lolling away inside my room. I'm thinking, maybe I should get more serious about cooking.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1101050236195831832004-11-21T10:16:00.000-05:002004-11-21T10:17:16.196-05:00

I would like to cuddle up with you little blog, but you seem to have nothing to say!

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1100537860077985592004-11-15T11:56:00.000-05:002004-11-15T11:57:40.076-05:00

Hello blog, are you okay? Don't feel dissed, I actually want to talk to you. Soon maybe. Love, Pat

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1099320430481548232004-11-01T09:45:00.000-05:002004-11-01T09:47:10.480-05:00

Yodi do dido... Michael said a thing SO cute last night.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1099058498708976142004-10-29T09:59:00.000-04:002004-10-29T10:01:38.706-04:00

Blogger's block. That's what I apparently have. I have Blogger's block. I want to unblock... quick brown fox. quick brown foxx. quick brown foxxx. I'll try more again soon I guess.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1098452165207104772004-10-22T09:35:00.000-04:002004-10-22T09:36:05.206-04:00

Not blogging again today. Hell with blogging. Hell with blogging. Hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell with you know what.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1098051980719137782004-10-17T18:25:00.000-04:002004-10-17T18:26:20.720-04:00

Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Don't Wanna Blog. Won't blog Won't blog Won't blog Won't blog Won't blob Won't blog Won't blog Won't blog Won't blog Won blog Won't blog Won't blog.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1095106881907232872004-09-13T16:20:00.000-04:002004-09-13T16:21:21.906-04:00

I’m not playing it. I’m not playing it! I got sick of going to another stupid NPC and “persuading” them to do another idiot thing. I’m doing other things. I’m actually doing other things! OTHER things! Steph and Michael love it. They even limit their fights to about one a day.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1092866634459739412004-08-18T18:01:00.000-04:002004-08-18T18:03:54.460-04:00

Talking Morrowind again! Screw real life this week. Eventually I’m sure I’ll join the “SIR” crowd and play strict RPG Morrowind, but I’m thinking a truly inside-out character. The basic idea is: You set up a character with initial skills good enough to survive, but you plan in the long run to use MOSTLY some miscellaneous skills. Assuming you can get money, play little tricks on Morrowind

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1092233981930830572004-08-11T10:19:00.000-04:002004-08-11T10:19:41.930-04:00

I’m working. I’m really doing my job by those kids and their parents are happy. Michael and Stephanie know I’m totally addicted to Morrowind right now but they’re not jealous or worried because I really spend time with them, and I’m “there” when I’m with them, not thinking Morrowind with most of my mind. They pity me. I can see that. They are kind. It’s tough to be pitied by a 9 and 10 year old

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1089646421033764222004-07-12T11:18:00.000-04:002004-07-12T11:33:41.033-04:00

So: I went to a bar. One does not live for bread alone, and taking care of other people’s children is ceertainly not everything, so Saturday night I went to a bar. I nursed a pretty good bourbon and looked around. There were younger singles and middle-aged guys mostly in packs. Not appealing. After a while some older guy actually sat down next to me, maybe twenty years ahead of me in that race

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1088615904690419032004-06-30T13:18:00.000-04:002004-06-30T13:18:24.690-04:00

I got many interesting comments from my comparison of Arcanum and Morrowind (which you can find easy right here at http://patroseinblume.blogspot.com/ . Several people said, like, “In Morrowind, characters start out very different, but as you get to higher levels they become the same. In Arcanum, characters start out fairly similar, but as they get to higher levels they get extremely different.”

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1088014918772491362004-06-23T14:20:00.000-04:002004-06-23T14:21:58.773-04:00

Arcanum and Morrowind are two great games. This is a “gee-wizz enjoy their diffs” comparison. By Pat RoseInBlume. Copyright 2004, all rights pretty much reserved. A few months ago there was a thread at an Arcanum (A) forum comparing that game with Morrowind (M). Now that I’ve played both games I must say that those comments just scratched a surface. I’ve prepared a long comparison you can enjoy

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1086802249746739762004-06-09T13:27:00.000-04:002004-06-09T13:30:49.746-04:00

I have a new toy. Morrowind. Took me ten days to get it to run, just like Arcanum. It is awesomely/dismaayingly different. I managed to play a game far enough to actually save my game. (You can’t do that when you start. Why?) So I’m smiling at these kids itching for my next shot at Morro. ooooooooh….

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1083621292152319482004-05-03T17:54:00.000-04:002004-05-03T17:58:59.780-04:00

So the kids got me so embarrassed I stopped picking my skin, except at night in places they can’t see. They’re eating dinner right now. I am so bored. I think I’ll shop for food in a dangerous neighborhood.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1082982221265455562004-04-26T08:23:00.000-04:002004-04-26T08:28:44.340-04:00

Those kids were so nice to me over the weekend! They obviously picked up on my depression. I think they’re scared I’ll go to a loony bin and be replaced. I actually never get any thanks from those kids. But now I got hugs, “We like you Pat”, all that cudddly fuzzy stuff. On Sunday Michael started to blow up about something and fight with Stephanie. She held her arm up, spayed her palm in front of

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1082741663065646142004-04-23T13:34:00.000-04:002004-04-23T13:38:31.810-04:00

I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still picking. I'm still pickingI'mstilllp

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1082651003902491512004-04-22T12:23:00.000-04:002004-04-22T12:27:31.356-04:00

Today was a little different. I picked at my skin. Mostly my forearms. They got blotchy. I bled a little but way up my arm where I could cover it with a bandage. Only I didn’t covver it for a while. I let it the blood stain my blouse. I was still picking while I sat with the kids at their supper. Michael started staring. I looked at him puzzled. Steph said “What are you doing to yourself?”

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1082556043197859172004-04-21T10:00:00.000-04:002004-04-21T10:04:49.436-04:00

I haven’t blogged for six days but I have an excuse. I don’t think I’ve done anything. I’ve had a slight out-of-body experience, since I lazy myself around while a little automaton dresses two kids, sends them off to school, neatens up rooms, buys food, watches TV, greets kids, makes dinner, becomes a homework Ogre, puts kids to bed, watches TV, goes to sleep. Wakes up again… I need motivation.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1081961115982128642004-04-14T12:45:00.000-04:002004-04-14T12:49:12.296-04:00

I looked at my last blog entry. Was two weeks ago. And it reproaches me. I never talked to Michael that time, I just cleaned up his S**t. But oh the good old days long ago: I had a paper diary I forgot to write everything in. That was simpler.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1080658597419932072004-03-30T09:56:00.000-05:002004-03-30T10:00:12.700-05:00

oooooh. OOOOOH! One of my little momentary daily tasks is to neaten up our kiddie’s rooms after they go to school. I think this is a reallly bad idea, just gets them used to having servants and being lazy. But I do as I’m told here. I neaten as little as possible, both Steph and Michael like to be able to find their stuff. Well this morning. Michael’s room was trashed. Toys everywhere. Clothes

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1080316261415213672004-03-26T10:51:00.000-05:002004-03-26T10:54:31.343-05:00

One thing about nannying, you don’t see kids spending much quality time with mom & dad. Since when they do, you’re usually not there. I saw it last night and it choked me up a bitt. May came home around six, rushed through some supper, turned to me and I saw a request for help coming. “I got you magazines!” I said. May turned inward, thinking hard a bit. I handed her a pile of mags and stood

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1080136115226230932004-03-24T08:48:00.000-05:002004-03-24T08:52:02.326-05:00

Steph “reminded” her mother at breakfast that she needs help with a report due tomorrow. Schools don’t ask very much of 9 year olds, but she does have to find things in magazines and will probably need a few hours looking tonight with mom’s help. May was frantic! She had other plans tonight of course and had not heard about Steph’s report before. I watched her almost go ballistic at her sweet

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1079708406371494512004-03-19T10:00:00.000-05:002004-03-19T10:03:27.326-05:00

Steph was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet ( I know this because she had announced why she was going there) and I caught Michael trying to peer around the not-very-closed door. I just took him in my arms, gave him a big warm hug and said “Michael when it’s not your turn in there, you go do something else.” I gave him a pat and sent him off . Sexual curiosity is healthy for him I think, but

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1079624922853184692004-03-18T10:48:00.000-05:002004-03-19T10:01:34.546-05:00

Because I’m having a god week, but nothing to bicchh about. Happy Pat. not much fighting, kids minding, parents out of my hair. And the Schwartzes got a high D TV. It’s expensive. It’s big. Sooo big. Feels really good to watch. -- Eww what a typo. I'm having a good week, but not a god week.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078950969774487792004-03-10T15:36:00.000-05:002004-03-10T15:39:18.250-05:00

“A contractor’s coming today to look at your ceiling and give us a quote,” said May as she flew off to work. “Just let him in Pat, answer any questions he has.” So God’s Gift To Women showed up about 9:15, wearing a cap, an evil mustache and painty jeans. He barged into my room after I let him in, picked a stray pair of panties of the floor, rubbed it in his fingers and put in on the bed, did

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078785046422389602004-03-08T17:30:00.000-05:002004-03-08T17:33:52.343-05:00

It’s been ages. I’ve been playing Arcanum not piano. And fearing I would hate myself for all the lost technique when I played again. This morning I sat down and played scaled, arpeggios, big chords. Then I took out my father’s old, dog-eared worn out Hanon and started in. I’m really rusty but it felt good. If I keep it up I’ll allow myself some Chopin Wedensday.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078436960821431962004-03-04T16:49:00.000-05:002004-03-04T16:52:20.950-05:00

My little darlings came home from school in frisky moods. When I asked: did they have homework, Steph again pointed her little bony finger at me and said “You’re Fired! You’re Fired!” Michael picked it up too, crying “Fired, Fired, Fired.” But I’m not worried. I decided it was time to help them grow up a little, a time to think rings around them. “Stephanie,” I said, it’s not nice to yell “fired”

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078330132334319022004-03-03T11:08:00.000-05:002004-03-04T15:18:19.920-05:00

My room still looks awful from when my ceiling fell in, but before rushing off this morning, May asked me to choose among several redesign ideas. Actually I’m scared to death to make a decision about their home, I just pointed to one and said “looks fine.” Obviously I’m not fired. But I now have a rule: A nannie is someone who just simply never absolutely doubtless unquestionably much against

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078251635576598702004-03-02T13:20:00.000-05:002004-03-02T13:25:04.873-05:00

So last night I was putting my sweet demons to bed. Steph would walk in on Michael and actually slug him, then run back to bed. Then Michael would break free, run up to Stephanie, actually slug her and go back to whatever he was doing. Went on for some time, drawing out such activities as toilet, tooth brushing and so. At one point I gently grabbed Steph to stop her hitting, she broke free, stood

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1078149984784576062004-03-01T09:06:00.000-05:002004-03-02T13:32:28.653-05:00

Okay we met the Bensons returning from the Gibson movie. They saw it yesterday not Saturday. It's not that coincident we met them, I think. They were all five sitting in the lobby when we went out for a while. But they were all five still there when we came back, like they didn't want to go home. They were very subdued. Boys all looked like they'd been crying. Ma & pa sitting near each other not

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1077749470514540512004-02-25T17:51:00.000-05:002004-02-25T17:54:00.450-05:00

Grabbing blog time while my little monsters eat. They LIKE frankfurters, probably won't commit infanticide before I return. Family Benson lives across the hall from us Schwartzes. They have three closely-spaced boys, I think ages 11, 12 and 13. They are very serious and well-behaved, and they all wear glasses. I think of them as dignified Harry Potter types. This family is actually very XXtian

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1077291975571342482004-02-20T10:46:00.000-05:002004-02-20T10:48:57.716-05:00

I'm having a blessed Friday. It was so easy getting S & M off to school this morning. They were nice. Nice to each other. Mrs. S. went on a Gourmet shopping binge last night so there's no shopping for me to do today. I neatened up S & M's rooms, eaasy, I'm feeling a little bored with Arcanum today, so it's just relax relax time. Think I'll eat avocado and play piano.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1077053434657632742004-02-17T16:30:00.000-05:002004-02-17T16:33:13.170-05:00

This is usually their crankiest time of day so my respitte is nice. Yesterday May's friend Joli sent her daughter Lilly over for a play date, and Pat you never mind one or two extra do you of course not. All three kids setttled down to play quietly and I imagined myself having a nice cocktail with a deep friend while lovely quiet noises emerged from kids' rooms. Then a loud bang!???! Stephanie

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1076946420969348632004-02-16T10:47:00.000-05:002004-02-16T10:50:09.796-05:00

No post a whole week this time. My room has been repaired with chunggum and chicken wire. The Schwartzes wanted to "make it liveable for Pat" as quickly as possible, then take their sweet time deciding how to redo it right. I assumed Him and Her would oh so carefully choose a carpenter or something but no!!?!! They've been arguing every night how to totallly like redo my rooom. It makes me

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1076337579575031472004-02-09T09:39:00.000-05:002004-02-09T09:42:06.356-05:00

So I didn't post for actually eleven days. No excuse. Your blog's gonna die dearie she says to herself. Gotta blog... Soo there has to be something new in this world to talk about and there is: leak! When we had those torrential rains a couple days ago I woke up late at night feeling comfy for a moment and then - embarrassment; shame - my bed was wet. I couldn't believe I did it. I felt so

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1075316211170885682004-01-28T13:56:00.000-05:002004-01-28T13:59:01.496-05:00

I'm really pissed at the kids today so I'm feeding them boiled okra tonight. I won't really make them eat it, but I'll threaten them good. When I face them both with something hateful they don't fight so much. Actually they band against the common evil, myself I assure you. Herself and hissself will top each other with excuses for not having to eat it as they stare down the dark green gummy mess.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1073935057509718862004-01-12T14:17:00.000-05:002004-01-12T14:17:58.606-05:00

I get the kids off to school in the morning, the grownups leave for work, and then I feel like I might ass well be a kept woman. I feel bruised and worn from getting the fighting babes out the door, but might’s well have been ravaged by my insatiable keeper’s bizarre demands. Then I have to laze about in case there’s an emergency call from school. Actually I can shop a little for food, cook a

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1073659236019085532004-01-09T09:40:00.000-05:002004-01-09T09:41:22.606-05:00

I tried father Jonathan last night. I don’t know. He’s a mild mannered man, thin, shorter than me. His face always has this soft concernned look. He doesn’t seem to get involved very much but he’s easy to talk to. So I said “Jon, you're kids are SO overactive.” “OVERACTIVE?” he boomed at me. I jumped. “Steph and Mike aren’t OVERACTIVE!” “I really think you need someone with special skills to

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1073575096419961322004-01-08T10:18:00.000-05:002004-01-08T10:18:36.340-05:00

I bearded May Schwartz in the kitchen last night. She was sitting in front of a pile of pears, knife in hand, ignoring them and looking at the suspended TV set. The audio was off so I plunged in. I had prepared by carefully selecting my word and saying it to many times to mysself: overactive, overactive, overactive. “May,” I said, “I love Michael and Stephanie but I’m afraid I’m just not

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1073484468403631022004-01-07T09:07:00.000-05:002004-01-07T09:08:08.203-05:00

Ahhh, respite respite, the kids are in school!!?! Gives me the shakes thinking how much too badly last night's kitchen fight could have gone, five different ways. I think I have to sit down with Jonathan and May and tell them I feel their children need more of a chained professional. Even if I wind up out of work looking for the next job at least they might be kind. I won't tell them the trained

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1073400846122351892004-01-06T09:30:00.000-05:002004-01-06T09:55:59.256-05:00

I almost lost my job yesterday, I was so stupid. In the late afternoon the kids were in the kitchen snacking like little angels. I just couldn’t stand another minute with them I slipped away to check my email. Then I looked at the Arcanum fora and made a few quick posts. I was looking at some other entries when I heard crash scream from the kitchen. They were at it again. Steph is only nine but

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1072720488446575022003-12-29T12:54:00.000-05:002003-12-29T12:55:05.216-05:00

The usual routine around here includes something wonderful called school, during which I am usually not proxxim with M. and S. The Schwartzes hate to think of me "on call" for school emergencies and otherwise doing nothing, so they actually give me plenty to do, at least some to do, along with buying food for the kid's dinners and straightening out their rooms. But having no school for a few days

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1072388837011094692003-12-25T16:47:00.000-05:002003-12-25T16:47:33.056-05:00

It being a "special day", all four Schwartzes have gone out to eat together and give me a few precious hours alone. My free hours actually come only when the darlings fall asleep and I'm but totally exxhausted. When they come home, Michael and Steph will be in tears, and for a few wonderful minutes May will look admiringly at me and say "Pat I don't know how you do it." Then Jon will wander off

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071787709372634162003-12-18T17:48:00.000-05:002003-12-18T17:48:43.610-05:00

I am so bumm’d out with my affectation typing semicolons instead of apostrophes. Hell with it. When they’re too tired to fight, or when they’re separate, Michael and Stephanie are good kids. Michael had a play date today. Stephanie made sugar cookies with just a little help from me. I said she was muscular yesterday and it’s true, but when she’s relaxed you can’t see it. She has that soft

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071692101246962972003-12-17T15:15:00.000-05:002003-12-18T11:19:40.596-05:00

I don;t want to be one of those people who come back to their blog after weeks and they actually say gee I haven;t posted for awhile, I;ll post more often and then they disappear for another century. But all I have to write about is downers. Steph and Michael fight always. She;s 9 he;s 10. She tears him to bits verbally he insults her to tears verbally. She has muscles, hits hard like a boy.

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071251415781442302003-12-12T12:50:00.000-05:002003-12-12T12:50:28.160-05:00

Am in one of the world’s worst professions in which you can retire early. I’m not a hooker if I were it would be child abuse. Sometimes I have to take care of these two kids 24/7 they are always always fighting. Never going to have children of my own. Once the parents have seen you handles hundreds of dirty diapers they know exactly where you rank socially. You get to look up from a hole below

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071183317586167922003-12-11T17:55:00.000-05:002003-12-11T17:55:30.470-05:00

This Reuter’s article is about arresting one or two guys for ssending s-s-spam to Virginia. The story says that “Roughly 50 percent of the world's Internet traffic passes through Virginia”, so we all practically live there anyway. The North Carolinians they’re arresting were probably too busy filling up that worldful of web transmissions to bone up on Virginia’s easy new laws. I have a rule

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071085749697650512003-12-10T14:49:00.000-05:002003-12-11T08:44:03.630-05:00

Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot of time playing Arcanum. Wasting a lot

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071011469465225162003-12-09T18:11:00.000-05:002003-12-09T18:58:51.946-05:00

Some people are explicit about sex in their blog. You don;t need any URLs from me you can see it all over. Sometimes it gets really exciting?! But it almost always reads the same as every dirty book. Here's a rule for you. The Sex Text Rule: Go ahead tell us exactly how you had that orgasm and How your friend had that orgams. It;s okay to write it down in public as long as it doesn;t sound

The Precision Bloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186825.post-1071007853378761922003-12-08T17:10:00.000-05:002003-12-09T18:05:53.956-05:00

Looked at the Camel Toe site? It's gross. They don't make it up either. Lycra, you know what happens. Let me give you a rule: The Camel Rule: Get a full length mirror. Put on clothes. Look in mirror. Sshift your weight around. Disgusting? Don't say well everybody does it. Go change.

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