I did. Fortunately for me, I've got Dopple-G here to send me a smile maker when needed. Fortunately for you, you've got me to do the same.

Click here if you need a smile.

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Are you pissed about the murder of Nick Berg? Me too. So is everybody I know (and yes, I mean everybody). So what do we do when we see evil of such a primal barbarian nature? What can you and I, common everyday people, possibly do? Alan at Command Post has the answer. Fight evil by strengthening the good.

Well, IÂ’ve decided what to make of it all, and what IÂ’m going to make is some good. Susan Tom is a hero Â… one of millions Â… waking each day with a commitment to make the lives of others better through love. Hers is an example to which humanity should aspire. So my response to the murder of Nick Berg and the inhumanity it represents is to use it as motivation to give to Susan Tom and the humanity she represents.

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For the next three days, between the time stamp of this post and Midnight EDT Friday night, Michele and I will contribute all donations made to The Command Post PayPal account (the buttonÂ’s below this post and also over in the right-hand column) to the Tom Family Education Trust.

So far they've raised over $5,000 toward their goal of $10,000. Now THAT is a statement!

(Alan has a nice brief on Susan Tom at the post linked up top, as well as a collection of links about her and the Tom Family Education Trust.)

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You thought it was over after whatsisname proposed to whatsername, won the girl and lost the prize, right? Wrong! That was just the (continuously ironically termed) reality TV show. We don't need no stinkin' TV show!

Blogosphere Survivor is back! June first will be the official start date for Game 2. Pylorns is running it from the start this time and he's looking for some help. Specifically, he needs players, ideas for challenges and game improvements, promotion from fans and some prizes. If you can provide any of the above, comment at the post I linked above or email pylorns-at-wetwired-dot-org.

See you on the island!

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The 23rd Bestofme Symphony is up at the all newly refurbished MuNu portal. Okay, so it's not really in portal shape yet but the Symphony looks awesome! Go visit Pixy and enjoy some of the best posts in the Blogosphere.

Hosting: Would you like to host the Symphony? Send me a note and I'll get you on the schedule.

Submit to the Symphony: Want to be a part of next week's edition? Check out this post for submission help. Entries should always be sent to bestofme@jpeacock.net regardless of who the Symphony host is.

Spread the word: Webloggers, how about some linky love? Pixy would appreciate it and just think of how happy your readers would be if you gave them such a treat.

Email Reminders: If you'd like to be sent a reminder about the Symphony, join the mailing list. There's one email sent on Thursday or Friday to remind you to submit for the next Symphony and one on Monday with the location of the newly posted Symphony.

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Hi all, Rob here from XSet just slippin in under the gate as it closes.

Childhood memories huh? Well it's hard to pick out one in particular but I do seem to recall an incident involving a rather precocious toddler (me aged 5) and my parents car which they neglected to lock.

I had managed to get into the driver side and was having a whale of a time with all the switches and buttons and flashy lights. Fortunately for all concerned I discovered the horn before I found the handbrake and was summarily hauled from the car without managing to get the damn thing to go anywhere.

So I just thought I'd throw that one out there before Jim locks the place down again.

Bye

Rob

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I'd never discuss this at my blog but I feel safer telling y'all here.

When I was younger I was stalked. It wasn't pleasant. At first it was in fact flattering, having a member of the opposite sex being interested in you. Despite the typical bravado, all men, well boys as it was, enjoy interest from any girl, even if they pretend otherwise. I was just entering my teenage years, realising the world involved far more than squashed flies and 8 hour cricket games in the backyard. Changing from an all-boys to a co-ed school brought me into contact with girls. A shy lad, it took me a while to warm up to these foreign creatures. But from an early start there was one who showed obvious interest in me. She'd always try and get me to chase her, or to get me to flick her bra, or she'd show an interest in whatever I was doing.

As time went by I finally clicked to what she was up to. Eventually an appropriate venue (the side passage-way of Michael's place on a Saturday night, I believe) saw a giggly exchange of intimacy. A little part of me died that night, knowing that I would never again experience something so naughty yet nice. Hazed and glamorised by nostalgia that grope was a first I fondly recall. However I didn't want a "relationship". God, I didn't even know what a relationship was. She persisted. She started writing love notes in class. This lead to the inevitable confiscation and humiliation as they were read out in class. She didn't care. She followed me. Badgered me to go out. "Accidently" turned up at parties I was at. Her school bag had my name on it, surrounded by a heart. There were plenty of other eligible boys but she seemed to only ever have eyes for me. She bought me presents every birthday, even though I purposefully ignored hers. She used to bring me snacks, home-baked cookies. She was smitten despite my trying every boy-trick in the book to shake her.

It got to the point I realised I would have to confront her about it. That was not a pleasant moment. I knew it would shatter her self-esteem. I knew that there were no words that would justify my lack of interest in her. For both us it would be a life-altering moment. She was (and is) funny, bright, pretty and popular. It was one of those things I dreaded and hated myself for but knew I had to do. I put a lot of thought into what to say and how to say it. Her face lit up when I asked to speak to her after school. I clearly remember the clear blue sky and thinking how ironic the weather could be. We walked to a nearby bench in silence, her mind no doubt turning over the possibilities of happiness and mine focussed on the soul-crushing blow I was about to deliver. We sat. I turned and looked into her deep brown eyes. As gently as I could, I said, more...

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Over at Interested-Participant, I try to post on cultural and political issues which gives me latitude to include just about anything. The following is an example of what I would refer to as a cultural post. It's a selection of writings of grade school students collected by teachers, none that I know. I thought they were worthy of passing on.

Most of the houses in France are made of plaster of Paris.

A virgin forest is a forest where the hand of man has never set foot.

The future of "I give" is "I take."

The inhabitants of Moscow are called Mosquitoes.

The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 opossums.

We do not raise silk worms in the United States, because we get our silk from rayon. He is a larger worm and gives more silk.

A scout obeys all to whom obedience is due and respects all duly constipated authorities.

One of the main causes of dust is janitors.

The word trousers is an uncommon noun because it is singular at the top and plural at the bottom.

To prevent head colds, use an agonizer to spray into the nose until it drips into the throat.

There are plenty of reasons to listen to what kids have to say. Art Linkletter made a career out of it. Electronic cyber-thanks to whoever the person was that gave me the list. And thanks to Jim for letting me be a guest.

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1 Bill Cosby too. He's become a very wealthy man primarily because he knows how to listen and talk to kids. Cute post, Mike.

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Well, it was interesting tonight at the theater--we made as much money with only one movie as we usually do with three or four on a typical Monday. I'm not sure what this says about people who only pay a dollar for their ticket, but I don't think it's very flattering...

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I (Blown Fuse Tiffany) have very few fond memories of childhood. I was a cynic from birth, sarcastic since kindergarten, and caustic by seventh grade. I chalk it up to having an "old soul."

As a result, I can't remember any happy happy yay! events from my youth. I will thus be forgoing the saccharine-laced kiddie reminiscence. (That's what you get for leaving the gate open, Jim!)

Instead, here's a picture of me, taken tonight, with an expression reflecting how stressful my weekend was (Any weekend in which someone tells you that you look like your mother is a bad weekend).

I shall name it: "So f-ing happy."

You may discuss its artistic merit amongst yourselves.

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What a gigantic leap of faith! I thought I would come here and write some amazing revelatory piece about crisis being an opportunity for change. But instead, I am leaving some voice overs from Ministry's Jesus Built My Hot Rod to explain my current situation...here we go:
"Let's hit the fuckin' road"!
"These are sensations as hard to forget, as they are to ignore".
"Where you come from is gone".
"Where you thought you were goin' to weren't never there".
"Where you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it".
"You understand"? "Yeah".
"There's only one thing left for me to do mama...is ding-a-ding-dang-my- ding dang-ling- long"!
For the whole story-visit depthmarker
Goodnight!

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Heh heh, Jim left the door open overnight! These Southern folks are far too trusting. Usually I'm over here but I'm never one to refuse hospitality.

Jim's suggested topic is favourite childhood memories. This is difficult for me because I was abducted by aliens at a young age who altered my memory. Sure they called themselves "Mum" and "Dad" but they had the audacity to repeat the experiment with my "brother". I actually tried to escape once. I managed to climb up to the front door, open it and go for a walk down to the local police station. Given I was about 10 months old at the time (and the walk was more crawl) I wasn't taken seriously. This is all true.

So to my humourous childhood memory. The four of us, "Mum", "Dad" and my "brother" Paul were on holidays. I was about 6, Paul 4 and he was using "floaties" to help him swim. Except his big brother didn't use floaties so he didn't really need them, did he? And he didn't need to tell M or D he was going a for swim, did he? So when suddenly a stranger in the hotel pool noticed a little boy making a bee-line for the bottom he jumped in with "Dad" close behind to rescue him. No long lasting damage was done. But it was pretty funny.

Maybe you had to be there.

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...is the ability to leave actual posts at someone else's blog...

So, hello to all Jim's readers! This is Susie, speaking to you from Jim's blog! My own blog is Practical Penumbra, but I'm sure you all already knew that...

Construction is starting at the theater today. The 350 seat auditorium is being divided into two smaller ones, so that we have more screens. This is so Hollywood can continue to believe that it doesn't have to make good movies, just as long as it makes lots of movies.

In the meantime, we have only one picture showing in the other theater--Walking Tall. The Rock takes his shirt off. I recommend you leave after that, because that's the only reason to see it. The good news is, I have it timed so I get to see it 3 times a day (and 5 times a day on the weekend). The bad news is, few people are actually willing to pay to see that.

Of course, unless you've already worn out your copy of The Scorpion King, you can probably see more of him on video. Hmmm....that reminds me! Who borrowed my copy and hasn't returned it?

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When I was a little girl, for some ungodly reason, my parents decided to move to the middle of nowhere, aka: Mississippi.
We lived in a house that was at the end of a short dirt road. We were surrounded by lush green fields with big fat cows dotting the horizon. There was a small fishing pond under large oak trees to one side that I loved to fish from.

more...

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1 Aw...poor Lincoln. And that weasel was stupid. Breasts, thighs, legs...all of these parts are better on a chick than the head!

Posted by: Jim at May 10, 2004 10:01 PM (saeHM)

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Boy, does he ever look pissed. more...

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I speak of course of the Snark Hunt. Head over to Kate's place for your weekly dose of contributed venom.

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Not here, y'all. It's at Simon World. Oh, and you do have to ask so if you really were afraid to ask then this isn't going to help you out a whole heap.

Simon's making an About Me page (not about me, it's about him. sorry for the confusion) using the questions of his fans. So go ask him a question.

It's a neat idea that I might duplicate here. What do you think?

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It's open mic night at Michele's place. Go visit and leave your mark for posterity.

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Maybe it's wrong to think this way but I keep coming back to it. The only way to get a peaceful Middle East is through the creation of parking lots of magnificent size. Start the paving in Palestine.

See Meirav was two at Meryl Yourish's place. You may want to grab a tissue and remove anything breakable from easy reach before you click on that link.

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No? Then these guys are way ahead of the times.

My favorite part isn't Target Man getting hit by the roman candles. It's at the end when he rips off his flaming shirt and screams for water and the Production Assistant Of Doom throws the bucket of water on the discarded shirt instead of Target Man's smoldering hair.

What people won't do to get on MTV these days.

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What in the world could make a brown eyed boy turn blue? Can't help you with that question but I do know the answer to "What's the easiest way to get Rob to do a total site redesign?" The answer of course is "Pooch his upgrade to MT3".

The end result is a fine looking blog though so all's well that ends well. Go visit Rob and let him know what you think of the new design.

He's also giving out 50 XSet points this week so keep an eye out for those. Remember, every 5 XSet points can get you a Snooze Point! ;-)

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