Random Connections

Let's See....
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Patriots are playing the Dolphins at 4:15 PM. There will be a gathering at the Gerry.
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It's a full moon tonight.
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Scott McBurney and his new wife Caroline dropped by to take Mike out for a drink.
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I'm baking a couple of Pizzas while waiting for Katelyn to come home.
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Are these all random happenings???? Or are they all linked together by the Big Bang and super string theoretical physics???
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Whatever the deal is, it's officially time for peace on earth, good will toward men. So let's get on with it.

Mapping It Out

This is my modest domestic project plan for 2008. Click on it if you want to see it better,. I did this graphic in Visio then saved it to JPEG. Visio is a neat program for brainstorming.
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I frankly think that Nanepashemet Telecom will screw this plan up big time, and the little free periods that I have will be devoted to mindless vegging and healing.
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Xmas Priorities

Are you ready for Christmas? I still have a lot of details to cover. But at least we have the presents for Katelyn. Everything else is secondary.

Road to Patriot Perfection

		Sun 9/9/2007	@	Jets						38-14	W
		Sun 9/16/2007	vs	Chargers						38-14	W
		Sun 9/23/2007	vs	Bills						38-7	W
		Mon 10/1/2007	@	Bengals						34-13	W
		Sun 10/7/2007	vs	Browns						34-17	W
		Sun 10/14/2007	@	Cowboys						48-27	W
		Sun 10/21/2007	@	Dolphins						49-28	W
		Sun 10/28/2007	vs	Redskins						52-7	W
		Sun 11/4/2007	@	Colts						24-20	W
		Sun 11/11/2007	vs	Bye
		Sun 11/18/2007	@	Bills						56-10	W
		Sun 11/25/2007	vs	Eagles						31-28	W
		Mon 12/3/2007	@	Ravens						27-24	W
		Sun 12/9/2007	vs	Steelers						34-13	W
		Sun 12/16/2007	vs	Jets						20-10	W
		Sun 12/23/2007	vs	Dolphins
		Sat 12/29/2007	@	Giants

Super Dave

Land of Oz

Peeps....
I'm not the Wizard of Oz...
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I can't give you heart... I can't give you courage.... I can't give you a brain.
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But at least I can piss you off.
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That must count for something.

Anonymous said...

More like Dorothy if you ask me, you big girl.

4:18 PM

John Nestor said...

Hey Anon.
Your freaking Toto Turd.
You'll get Dorothy where the Sun don't shine.

5:04 PM

Tuna Lips said...

And vice a versa with the pissin off, it seems. Shoot, you'r hackles is up, and here I thunked that the Christmas spirit was powerful in you. In all things, the chicken come home to roost. But fear not, for born unto you tomorrow night is a savior, who is Christ the Lord. Made a couple nickels off that line on local access cable back in Galveston. Love this country.

Despair.com

Emerson Rocks

In case you didn't already know it....
Ralph Waldo Emerson is THE MAN!

http://www.rwe.org/

POTW Week 51

The Fact that it is Thursday today almost seems supernatural. Lately the weeks have had only three days. Monday, Thursday and Sunday of course when the Patriots play. I wonder if global warming has anything to do with it?
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"Time flies when you're having fun." The adage holds no weight here. It's no fun watching deadlines loom so much sooner. The problem with deadlines is that people get so wrapped around the axle trying to meet them that they basically don't give a crap what happens by the time that the deadline is passed.
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If you make it, you hate the naysayers and ballbusters who tormented you along the way, and they don't give you any credit when you finally succeed because of the overall acrimonious nature of the process.
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Are you depressed enough now???? It gets worse..... because now it's time to choose the Peeps of the Week.
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ANNOUNCING....
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 51st week of 2007.

• Gail Johnson
• Josh Dolben
• Dave Bruett
• The entire Membership Committee of the Boston Yacht Club
• Bill Hillegas
• John McCain

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Now let's get back to the hand wringing.
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Sorrowful Phrase

You want to know what I'm really sorry about???
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I'm sorry that I ever heard the phrase "Mea Culpa".
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Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maximus Culpa.
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Kiss my royal Irish Ass.

The origin of the expression is from a traditional prayer in the Mass of the Roman Catholic Church known as Confiteor (Latin for "I confess"), in which the individual recognizes his or her flaws before God. The "mea culpa," as the Confiteor has come to be known popularly, is not simply a confession of sins, but rather an admission of one's flawed nature and the willingness to make amends for it.

The text in Latin is:

Confiteor Deo omnipotenti,
beatæ Mariæ semper Virgini,
beato Michæli Archangelo,
beato Ioanni Baptistæ,
sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo,
omnibus Sanctis, et vobis, fratres (et tibi pater),
quia peccavi
nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere:
mea culpa,
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.
Ideo precor beatam Mariam
semper Virginem,
beatum Michælem Archangelum,
beatum Ioannem Baptistam,
sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum,
omnes Sanctos, et vos, fratres (et te, pater),
orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum.
Amen.

This translates into English as:

I confess to Almighty God,
to blessed Mary ever Virgin,
to blessed Michael the Archangel,
to blessed John the Baptist,
to the holy Apostles Peter and Paul,
to all the Saints and to you, brothers (and to you Father),
that I have sinned exceedingly,
in thought, word and deed:
through my fault,
through my fault,
through my most grievous fault.
Therefore I beseech the blessed Mary,
ever Virgin,
blessed Michael the Archangel,
blessed John the Baptist,
the holy Apostles Peter and Paul,
all the Saints, and you, brothers (and you Father),
to pray to the Lord our God for me.
Amen.

Holiday Strain

Every year in the wireless telecom industry, the same thing happens.... a headlong rush to get things done by the end of the year. As I contemplate the last ten years doing this, the holidays are always extra stress. If it's not a major procurement, it is a production deadline that must be met.
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This year is no different. Fending customer expectations and trying to get subs to take on challenging amounts of work.
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The Stress and Strain Game. Pressure that a lesser man would surely find daunting. And yet I carry on. If I only was eligible for POTW, this type of inspiration would be a no-brainer.

Tuna Lips said...

Speaking of strain, I need to introduce some fiber to my diet. I popped a blood vessel "heavin' a havana" last night, plugged up the Route 135 rest stop outhouse but good.

Seems the local area boys choir gave a concert last night, al fresco, takin' to the woods about the rest area, singin' what musta been Christmas carols, what with all the howlin' and gleefulness. Gave me a special feelin'. And the local police provided the twinkle lights, with their strobes of blue and red flashin' and they search lights flashin' across the tree line. Real community spirit.

Tuna Lips Reaction

Tuna Lips has a masterpiece a couple of posts down. Don't miss it.
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I laughed, I cried, I almost attempted suicide.
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That boy can write.