So What the Bean Happened???

Alright, some of us friends were talking about Star Wars yesterday when I remembered a weird thing that Jonathan and I were talking about once. So you know that Obi Wan Kanobi is dead in the last three (part of the fourth) . But how the beans was he still alive, then he died instantly before Vader could finish him off? If you check it out, Vader is swinging at him, but then Obi Wan just disappears before Vader kills him. And if he did, I think you'd see him die... Was he dead? Or did he have the extreme force to be dead but looking alive and then you die sortof when you disappear or something like that (that'd be cool)?

Also, who was your favorite character? Peace on Homes

Summer Has Come And Past

Summer is no more... it is now cool... the pool is freezing cold... leaves scattered across the ground show the decay of summer... and here I am... listening to Green Day... pretty sweet isnt it?... Yeah... I thought so... But here is my question which I'm sure is asked all the time on blogs... (like I give a bean though)... What is everyones five favorite bands?... Dont be shy... here are mine...

Jet... (Great beats)...Green Day...(Must I say more?)...U2... (Oh you know it, they've got everything)...No Doubt... (You know, that band with the girl that is now singing by herself and who,in my eyes, ruined her career for now... they have some pretty good tunes)...Flogging Molly...(Beat is sad, but you cant refuse that Irish stuff)...Disne--- WAIT WHY DO I HAVE DISNEY ON MY MUSIC PLAYER!? WHAT THE BEANS!?...The Who...(Maybe the Who, I mean, they're good and all, but some songs are pretty sad. Maybe Weird Al)

Damien

Priceless

Ummm beans... ! I couldnt get the pic to be on the bottom so you'll have to bear with me, just try reading the things first and kind of cover the pic with your hand. :-(


Subject: Demonstration In Syria

Many Syrians struggle to even read Arabic - much less have a clue about English.

So, how does a group of Syrian protest leaders create the most impact with their signs by having the standard "Death To Americans"(etc.) slogans printed in English?

Answer: They simply hire an English-speaking civilian to translate and write their statements into English.

Unfortunately, they were unaware the "civilian" insurance company employee hired for the job was a retired US Army sergeant. Obviously, pictures of the protest rally never made their way through the Arab TV network, but the results were "Priceless"

Remember

I want to give a message to all to remember 9/11. All the firefighters , police members, and helping citizens that lost their lives for those who seemed lost. For all those that died in the disaster; families, friends, loved ones... Do not forget

Where the Hel Did My Couch Go?

Haha excellent title, all props to Jonathan. But there is kind of an inside joke there. Everything is nice here in Corning, temperatures have dropped, making it nice indeed. Our cat is doing so much better, she's almost her old self (hating the other cats, well actually "hate" is a strong word, so I'll say dislike). Leo, our pup is getting better at obedience also, his bites are soft, but now he takes a liking to lying in the mud, so digging is in order...

Here is a story I had to make for the 4th quarter Composition Grammar thing. Its a play thing that I have to do really. But what I want for all you readers out there (except the Icantsayacussword spammers, who dont read it, but just comment) is to tell me what you think the meaning of the story is. Its a fairly long story, so you dont need to read it if you dont want. ;-)

James and the Sword


James never understood why he was never to touch the sword of his father, King Arthur. He was often told he was too young for such a power so great. But James was now sixteen and more burly than ever. Surely, he thought, he is ready for the sword; he had been waiting twelve years for this, ever since he learned of the sword.
He stood just a few feet from the sword, which was embedded in glass on top of three steps. As he saw that nobody was anywhere near, he felt an urge stronger than ever pull him to the sword, rarely had the sword been alone. Soon, so soon, will he be able to hold the sword that brought his father power, the sword he was kept from for all these years.
James took one small step towards the glass cabinet, Doubt falling into his mind. “ Father kept it from you for a reason, nobody HAS ever told you the whole story of the sword.”
“Nonsense!” came a different voice from his head. “Father kept it from me for his own selfish reasons! He must be afraid of how I may be able to use it better than he!”
And seeing the light of that assumption, James ran to the cabinet, flung open the door of it, and took hold of the sword. The sword, light and easy to handle, seemed durable beyond anything else, as if nothing can stop it.
As he stared and admired the sword, James felt more powerful than ever before, he felt as if he could take on anybody; somehow he must display his power. Of course! His sister’s wedding! Everyone would be there, here will he show Jacob, his colleague whom he hates so much, who is better at use of the sword. James took out his own sword, sheathed his father’s, and ran down the stairs. Running past the hall Jacob reached the doors and opened them. Here nobles and ladies, dressed in their best for the wedding, greeted him.
“Tell me, where is Sir Jacob? I must have a word with him.” He asked the nearest duke.
“Why, he’s over yonder, by the lemon tree, Prince.” The duke replied, pointing to his right.
James had left the duke without a word, he must show Jacob who is better, even as this was forming in James’ mind, hatred grew stronger towards Jacob, he will show him, he will never lose another match again.
Jacob, talking to a lady, looked over at James walking towards him. “Prince James!” he exclaimed. “How good to see you! I wanted to introduce-“
“Jacob, I challenge you to a duel, right here, right now!” James interrupted.
Jacob looked around, then back at James, smiling. “Prince James, surely you must be kidding me! I have no quarrel with you.”
Oblivious to all around him, James took the sword and thrust it at Jacob without a word. Jacob fell to his knees in silence, bleeding from his side as James prepared the final blow.
“James! No!” yelled a voice from behind, as James felt hard hands soften his grip on the sword. Doubt came back into his mind about the sword, saying, “Your father did have a reason.”
James let go of the sword and was confused, how was he back at the party? Why is Jacob bleeding? What happened? He thought of the last thing he could remember, the sword… He added it all up and at once knew the crime he had committed. Jacob was being taken away, there was no chance to talk to him right now. James looked around and saw his father. After that he rushed into his arms, crying, “Father, forgive me.”

Your Neighborhood Friendly Blogger,
Dameo

Tired of Unwanted Spam?

Well then this is for you! Recently discovered by me in some options on the blog. Spammers are just automated robots designed to just type the same stuff. So when you put "word verification" as yes in the options, the robots will have to do something extra to make that spammish comment. Trouble for the robots is, is that they arent designed for that. Hence, spammers are gone! Yay!

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Cats Are Truly The Survivors of the Wild

Ok, things have come and gone, but the most important of them all are these pretty interesting things.

Dove Hunting with Mike was probably one of the sweetest things thats happened in a while... sure I didnt hit alot, but it was serious huntage. Details later...

The real thing about the subject is that one of our cats, Mia, had run away from our place after the arrival of the first new kitten. We all had our theories about what happened, that she was adopted into another home, that she died, or that she's forced, rather than adopted, into a home... Well... after around 3 months... shes back. She's in the state where we know that something wrong mustve happened to her. She is in a healthy state physically, though skinny , but mentally... its like Pet Cemetery, as my mom says. She rests all day, sleeps with her eyes open, and is always twitchy... so this means that she must have been just so paranoid when she was missing that she must have adapted all of these habits. She is still a great cat, like all cats :-D. She'll purr, and she still likes to be pet. It'll just be a matter of time before she's the old cat she was.

Dameo