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On November 10, 1969, the long-running children's TV series made its debut with many of the same Muppet characters who are on the show today.

So, share your Sesamy Street memories, the lot of you :)

I've been trying to get rid of windows messenger for ever on my laptop and finally found the magic bullet.

For those of you using XP, go to start menu->run->type gpedit.msc

It's the policy editor and lets you tweak a TON of stuff you'd normally not have access to.

Oh, and pop, you're officially not allowed to use this :D

x = yes
o = no
~ = Maybe, depends.

Would you ever…

() go out with me?
() give me your number?
() have sex with me?
() let me kiss you?
() watch a movie with me…even a really sappy one?
() let me take you out to dinner?
() drive me somewhere/anywhere?
() take a shower with me?
() be my gf/bf?
() have a fling with me?
() listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?
() buy me a drink if i didnt have money?
() take me home for the night?
() let me sleep in your bed?
() sing car karaoke with me?
() sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?
() re-post this for me to answer your questions?
() let me give you a piggyback ride?
() come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere?

I'm screening answers so you can all be honest. ;-)

Your mission, should you choose to accept it…

Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something amusing, or pervy or just plain wrong. Something that will bring a smile to peoples' faces. Or you could go with her idea and post something cute and adorable and funny.. up to you.

Include these instructions, and share the love.

Either you people haven't seen this yet, or you're all blase, cause this actually distrubed the hell out of me when I first saw it :)

Went to see Ghost in the shell 2 tonight with eniran,emjayne,sbourge and syracusepoet. It's a visually stunning movie, but I'm sure I missed layers upon layers of metaphilosophical crap – if only because the subtitles were too fast. There would be tons of poetry and theology and metaphysics-laced dialog and then, ooh!, look, shiny elephant!

Still, worth the price of admission.

I thought it was at the Paramount, so while I was walking down Peel to get there talking to Katy, I should in fact have been going to Cinema du Parc. No major harm done, I made it on time so it's all good.

After the movie, Sara, Stephane and I headed over to my place for food and insanity. For the first time ever, I cooked 3 different meals for 3 different people :) Watched a bit of TV, talked a bit, discovered that Sara is a gas-ventriloquist and now I'm off to bed.

On a completely unrelated note, ever since Katy left, my stress-related muscle pains and annoying gas have come back with a vengance. For the whole MONTH she was here, I was perfectly fine. Since she's been gone, my shoulder and chest are killing me and I'm burping like a friggin idiot :( That is not good. Not good at all.In fact, that sucks the big ass.

I have a friend who's had a really, really rough year. It started with a viral encephalitis that left him in the hospital for a few weeks and is gradually robbing him of his higher cognitive functions. Stress is an aggravating factor for his neuronal loss. He's quitting his Ph.D. cause he doesn't feel he can finish it. His wife just left him for another man – when both of them had just left for a year-long work-study trip abroad.

He just came back from Switzerland last night to try and get his life back together. I just talked to him right now. I'm shocked. I know he's probably groggy and jetlagged to hell and gone, but I've never heard him talk like this… His speech was slow and halting, like he was struggling to find the proper words.

This conversation shocked me to the core. This was a man who, this time last year, was happy, healthy and whole. It made me realize that I'm a lucky bastard. For all the whining and bitching i do, I am blessed with the love of a woman I'm madly in love with, friends that support me, and a body that's in pretty good shape, all things considered. Think about it.

This has been your 30 seconds of moralizing. We now return to the insanity currently in progress.

http://www.sorryeverybody.com/gallery/1/

hee! hee! hee!

From the website:

What’s this site about?

Most people who think carefully understand that Americans are not really any more jingoistic or xenophobic than people in other countries, but it never hurts to reinforce, especially considering what happened on November 2nd, 2004. What must it have looked like to the world outside our borders? America proudly re-appointed its reckless, incompetent and corrupt government. How much of America? Fifty-two percent. The rest of us are aghast and dismayed.

Lots of fuss is made about the “global village.” The Internet was supposed to make communication between cultures, countries and peoples painless and easy. It was supposed to build bridges. But it doesn’t do this automatically; somebody has to reach out. The Internet was supposed to lead to education and understanding. It doesn’t. Rarely do people on the internet apologize. I thought it was high time. The world needs to understand that there are people in America who don’t like what our government is doing. And from the mail we’re receiving, there are people in the international community who appreciate this.

Also, come on, it’s kind of amusing.

Post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you.

Last night, it was Big Gay Al's Big Gay Boat Ride. Today, it's Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo.

I have been singing that stupid song since I woke up. Please, somebody hit me now.

My master plan to spoil Katy is progressing nicely. The shiny, pretty thing surprise is in the works. The soft, shiny, naughty surprise is already packed. The soft, comfy surprise is in the process of being made. The entertaining, dazzling surprise is confirmed and waiting for us in London. *contented sigh*

Nice to see a master plan progressing nicely.

Carry on, carry on, I say.