Suitcase Full of Tears

 I swear I will!

can’t I just think delete?

Friday, December 21 2007 Championship Gaming Series (CGS) will be broadcasting its 2007 World Final competition in high-definition to more than 350,000,000 viewers worldwide. 12 teams from around the world, from Chicago to London to Seoul–each with an elite Counter-Strike:Source team–competed for more than $1,000,000 in total prize money. Check your local listings for broadcast times.

Briareos as the “sea-goat” Aigaion
The sea-goat Aigaion “cannot be distinguished from Hesiod’s Briareos”, according to M.L. West; they are already explicitly linked in Iliad I.402-04, though they must have had separate origins:[3]

…the monster of the hundred arms whom the gods call Briareus, but mankind Aegaeon, a giant more powerful even than his father.”[4]
This episode, alluded to in Iliad (i.399ff), is found nowhere else in Greek mythology: at one time the Olympian gods were trying to overthrow Zeus but were stopped when the sea nymph Thetis brought one of the Hecatonchires to his aid, him whom the gods call Briareios but men call Aigaion (“goatish” Iliad i.403).[5] Hesiod reconciles the archaic Hecatonchires with the Olympian pantheon by making of Briareos the son-in-law of Poseidon, he “giving him Kymopoliea his daughter to wed.” (Theogony 817).

In a Corinthian myth related in the second century CE to Pausanias (Description of Greece ii. 1.6 and 4.7), Briareus was the arbitrator in a dispute between Poseidon and Helios, between sea and sun: he adjudged the Isthmus of Corinth to belong to Poseidon and the acropolis of Corinth (Acrocorinth) sacred to Helios.

In Virgil’s Aeneid (10.566-67), Aeneas is likened in a simile to “Aegaeon,” though in Virgil’s account Aegaeon fought on the side of the Titans rather than the Olympians; in this Virgil was following the lost Corinthian epic Titanomachy rather than the more familiar account in Hesiod.

This recipe come to us from Columbus Ohio!

Ingredients:
1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup of brown sugar
Lemon juice
4 large eggs
Nuts
1 bottle tequila
2 cups of dried fruit

Sample the tequila to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the
tequila again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level
cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup
of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat
again. At this point it’s best to make sure the tequila is still OK. Try
another cup… just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs
and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Pick the fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets
stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample
the lequita to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt, or
something. Check the tequila. Now shift the lemon juice and strain
your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink.
Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360
degrees and try not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner.
Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the tequila and
wipe counter with the cat.

CHERRY MISTMAS!

So I’m digging for names to call my computers and I’ve settled on The Cyclopes since I’ve only got the one good eye. <manslaughter> 
Now I know I ain’t the only nerd to ever use these names but it sure is fun to finally have some names and boxes to use them on. The server will be Uranus <don’t hack me>. My box will be Brontes and my laptop shall be heretofore known as Cronus, who, as noted below, is another Son of Uranus. I kill me.

Hesiod’s Cyclops
In the Theogony, the Cyclopes—Arges, Brontes, and Steropes —were the primordial sons of Uranus (Sky) and Gaia (Earth) and brothers of the Hecatonchires. They were giants with a single eye in the middle of their forehead and a foul disposition. According to Hesiod, they were strong, stubborn, and “abrupt of emotion”. Collectively they eventually became synonyms for brute strength and power, and their name was invoked in connection with massive masonry. They were often pictured at their forge.

Uranus, fearing their strength, locked them in Tartarus. Cronus, another son of Uranus and Gaia, later freed the Cyclopes, along with the Hecatonchires, after he had overthrown Uranus. But Cronus then placed them back in Tartarus, where they remained, guarded by the she-dragon Campe, until freed by Zeus. They fashioned thunderbolts for Zeus to use as weapons, and helped him overthrow Cronus and the other Titans. The thunderbolts, which became Zeus’ main weapons, were forged by all three Cyclopes: Arges added brightness, Brontes added thunder, and Steropes added lightning.

These Cyclopes also created Poseidon’s trident, Artemis’ bow and arrow of moonlight, Apollo’s bow and arrow of sun rays, and the helmet of darkness that Hades gave to Perseus on his quest to kill Medusa. According to a hymn of Callimachus, they were Hephaestus’ helpers at the forge. The Cyclopes were said to have built the “cyclopean” fortifications at Tiryns and Mycenae in the Peloponnese. The noises proceeding from the heart of volcanoes were attributed to their operations.

Apollo slew the Cyclopes in revenge when Zeus killed his son, Asclepius, with a Cyclopes-forged thunderbolt.

Say what you want (but only in a free speech zone!), I love Wikipedia. Check out all the cool Cyclops Articles Here!
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My Mom kills me. She sends around some pretty funny stuff… 

‘They’re standing on the corner and they can’t speak English.
I can’t even talk the way these people talk:
Why you ain’t,
Where you is,
What he drive,
Where he stay,
Where he work,
Who you be…

And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk.
And then I heard the father talk.
Everybody knows it’s important to speak English except these knuckleheads!
You can’t be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth.
In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living. People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an education, and now we’ve got these knuckleheads walking around.
The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal.
These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids. $500 sneakers for what ? ?
And they won’t spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics.
I am talki ng about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit.
Where were you when he was 2 ? 
Where wer e you when he was 12 ? 
Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn’t know that he had a pistol ? 
And where is the father?  Or who is his father?’ Whos yo Daddy?’ shouldn’t be a question anyone should have to ask ! ! !
People putting their clothes on backward: Isn’t that a sign of something gone wrong?
People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn’t that a sign of something ?
Or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up ?
Isn’t it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles [piercing] going through her body?
What part of Africa did this come from??
We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don’t know a thing about Africa.
With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap, and all of them are in jail.
Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person’s problem.
We have got to take the neighborhood back.
People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different ‘husbands’ — or men or whatever you call them now.
We have millionaire football players who cannot read.
We have million-dollar basketball players who can’t write two paragraphs. We, as black folks have to do a better job.
Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us.
We have to start holding each other to a higher standard.
We cannot blame the white people any longer.’

Dr. William Henry ‘Bill’ Cosby, Jr., Ed.D.

We lost Jay last year in December. Some sort of reaction to some medication I believe. He was one of the people that I loved. I sing his song all the time and remember what a funny, magical kind of guy he was. I miss him.
Rest well little buddy.

Borrowed Time
Words and Music by Jay Marinacci

WHEN I LOOK IN THE FACES OF THE CHILDREN AT THEIR PLAY
I CAN STILL SEE THE SUNSHINE OF A LONG FORGOTTEN DAY
THEY TELL ME 1T’S NOT OVER YET BUT THAT’S ALL THEY CAN SAY
I TURN AND HURRY DOWN THE ROAD SILENTLY AWAY

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN STILL SEE CLEARLY ON THE EDGES OF MY PAST
THE SHATTERED GLOW OF TIMELESS MAN AND A THOUGHT THAT WOULDN’T PASS
A VOICE IS ECHOING THROUGH MY SOUL AND THE FLAGS ARE AT HALF-MAST
I CAN’T REMEMBER IF I ATE LAST NIGHT, OR WHERE I SLEPT

BORROWED TIME IS ALL WE’VE GOT TODAY
BORROWED TIME LIKE A NEEDLE IN THE HAY
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY THOUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY TAUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY FOUGHT LIKE ME

I CAN HEAR THEM COMIN’ I CAN HEAR THEM COMIN’
BOUT’ A MILE OUTTA TOWN I GOTTA’ KEEP ON MOVIN
OR I SURELY WILL BE FOUND OILMAN, GOLDMAN, TAX WILL YOU TELL
ME WHERE I’M BOUND?
YA SEE THEY AIN’T LIVIN ON BORROWED TIME
THEY TOOK IT FROM US
AND THEY TOOK IT FROM OUR GROUND

BORROWED TIME IS ALL WE’VE GOT TODAY
BORROWED TIME, TIME TO FIND A BETTER WAY
BORROWED TIME IN THE GROUND WE’RE GONNA LAY
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY THOUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY TAUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY FOUGHT LIKE ME

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