tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9476316191054671132024-03-05T09:15:31.427-08:00SupercalifragilisticexpialidociousSo many of us have random thoughts we think are absolutely hilarious. Maybe we have the opportunity to share them, maybe we don’t. I’ve decided to publish my random thoughts and the thoughts I think are worth pondering, enjoy!stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-19578885770229267102008-05-13T13:40:00.000-07:002008-05-13T13:41:15.840-07:00OMG! This is Hill-Larry-ous!!!<embed allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48272ac85806e512" width="384" height="283" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W48272ac85806e512" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-86672036887649870372007-12-28T09:30:00.001-08:002007-12-28T09:30:23.715-08:00<a href="http://www.getmyspacecomments.com/"><img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/9a/9a4dd838d3b23ddbf4c7bdf54891668e.jpg" title="MySpace Comment Codes" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="'http://www.getmyspacecomments.com/'"><span style="font-size:130%;">MySpace Comments</span></a>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-79291805233873337242007-12-05T22:19:00.001-08:002007-12-05T22:19:29.779-08:00Sunscreen<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/DgzHrI61CuM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DgzHrI61CuM'/></object></p></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-23716590209298990332007-11-08T09:19:00.000-08:002007-11-08T09:20:34.043-08:00I love the 70's!!! (thanks patti)<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Last weekend I put an exhaust fan in the ceiling for my wife's grandfather. While my wife's brother and I were fitting the fan in between the joists, we found something under the insulation. What we found was this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX-Uv7kYPA0A5GCxrpXPr3myjX3OtTguFNkDQc13W0cpblelCcq0sVMelXGhz7SDvxU2GTSFWu96h119zUWyMD76ONBITzaXncs8oisaVHM5QsRq50fG8fHkVWO-QAfBJZHNT7RqyzCtI/s1600-h/77-5.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.1&attid=0.0.3&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />A JC Penney catalog from 1977. It's not often blog fodder just falls in my lap, but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking. I thumbed through it quickly and found my next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioe0Wt2Xba0jGeYR9-X3QrZJQrisDSOw-lu1b8SFgS_duD6enGBCRf7Zo0SNbwUf6fQQ_hJO6HZzw54NmIcL3er-j9_VgImycP7U7Whqj80Q404Oa0sVSICNi_WtnJ07hbhysjKU1gphPu/s1600-h/77-13.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.2&attid=0.0.6&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="225" width="300" /> </span></a><br /><br />Also, I am totally getting this for my bathroom:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDSD6Ny40ya-JpO0aN8s66nUKB230v05YRSy3XAeSRKnmmFIYesjcFrSgep_nGTZa4I_ZLl6kENhsyKwWenWbH9JR5P0JUzGx-Fhf36UOZACvOoTvT0Rnr5qPlqGOmh5m4iyJ7V8GX_4W/s1600-h/77-12.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.3&attid=0.0.5&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="225" width="300" /> </span></a><br /><br />There's plenty more home furnishings where those came from, however I'm not going to bore you with that. Instead, I'm going to bore you with something else. The clothes.<br /><br />The clothes are <i><span style="font-style: italic;">fantastic</span></i>.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's how to get your butt kicked in elementary school: </span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVdk8n-GeL2KBFqodiAQkqJ_6p6pd35wVNxdIauNCdNBC2nEDwcEOCgssXoe1ZvhkRK-vRU5UbSe-vB5IHybXoZaoN39WmqB60kK8xcEFjPGSBqqDuh3we83vqLVYFxHnEop2gzD8tTS1J/s1600-h/77-3.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.4&attid=0.0.12&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />Just look at that belt. It's like a boob-job for your pants. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's how to get your butt kicked in high school:</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kmCRLechRqG_TRo2VjlStHwf6kEZZgIAsYhLwjp10HSkeqPkB1oJGwk2e_kFqTx_ft4xw_qL8M0xaWz4S6wPMwuFntAu8W_MRR5xQEDwWTIHtmhvEtDsfXK58f-dEfF0hZarmntl6kM6/s1600-h/77-4.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.5&attid=0.0.18&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's how to get your butt kicked on the golf course:</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjb899vAa_ow6cBNn4l45844trxIQFcFQCcwLmjJ_2OgBQROsVwSMBMeJRzo_hCM_1_h_Bsft-LRebLuC3tCbEAmJjyp-7ou5QGjYmGPrP_vDDgQo2r6lH6q-p0fkc0E7nlR0gjZ2qMjLi/s1600-h/77-9.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.6&attid=0.0.15&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around <i><span style="font-style: italic;">your cell in D-block</span></i>. Even then, the only reason you should put this thing on is because the warden made you, and as a one-piece.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's how to get your butt kicked pretty much anywhere:</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkpDHJKO0oGx_FZODw_QMhs-sHLTYpPXNSmuBhk-YZHf6GvOaCfGIZwxRfy3_N9oaBC6yACBLw47h6qGZWUSnzRO9-tbFglvy0E6gb-GSq0CZ8Z97qahbk6vnUGeTlKKxksyIPUC5QqlB/s1600-h/77-19.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.7&attid=0.0.16&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />If you look at that picture quickly, it looks like Mr. Bob "No-pants" Saget has his hand in the other guy's pocket. In this case, he doesn't, although you can tell just by looking at them that it's happened - or if it hasn't happened it will. Oh yes. It will. As soon as he puts down his matching coffee cup.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's how to get your butt kicked at the beach:</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSt-q8U2o-jVslI2v7bs-ZwwGoUlr_BtO63jA6AnOoccbWUoSaXO7QKeNpRirfbOcISSlMev6LSTEVUtPKxTIM10mkZMOEzvQuJcczpUwUB_pjay01hurI_u-0hLk6Jpl1KldY6_l7blZ/s1600-h/77-2.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.8&attid=0.0.10&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">How to get your butt kicked in a meeting:</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FN204wNZsyRhlujdu6rBy-HB0eOehyphenhyphenf_JhxoUQ1RczXsexDIql9q7lN7YdAkGeTeKGePbEixoClNfQUxDD5_8jqJkusXhLtzMiOxgVJDoiDNMz1ZinnQU5a8ZzZuJumu95QEprZsy9Ac/s1600-h/77-18.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.9&attid=0.0.14&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />If you wear this suit and <i><span style="font-style: italic;">don't </span></i>sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">How to get your butt kicked on every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day<br /><br /></span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnKU7IPUYdPHSwQL-khnh6Rgqsjm3JemfiHROusjP1L5zXwruAD9XZkfPgt1sn5C7lsiyzns3EYFljjQoGwx59bCu-7FlzFqCNN_vKNCFj7faPQmjq1ov6mzzewUbdo0v7bwUnP78o_m3/s1600-h/77-17.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.10&attid=0.0.4&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.<br /><br />In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthDaSRQIA7ZBwP_67I_rW50vSKvRMQh8EURDIxUZqq4MArgpv1LhGFxW7nhfcLid2DfAjoQiTwrUb5erClL7NeM-tx3GpBHfgMGgJesR7KasvmdUJkVKtHlXRWOtueIzmvw9pFG22kPQq/s1600-h/77-16.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.11&attid=0.0.2&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="225" width="300" /> </span></a><br /><br />As does your search for chest hair.<br /><br />And this -- Seriously. No words.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Pf3gckss_GNDgOiWWJL5P1XVSWpZaQaDQKBW5Ajka2ZwAZ_Dy07arTDA8zJht3RhmfQo9k_BzsbIalzpyvRzogQpUFQRg-_JCwIixVAd101-8Pb424Ls55egUK2ecAvAQt_eEVaVYgM9/s1600-h/77-15.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.12&attid=0.0.8&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />Oh wait, it turns out that there <i><span style="font-style: italic;">are</span></i> words after all. Those words are <i><span style="font-style: italic;">What. The. H*** . </span></i>I'm guessing the snap front gives you quick access to the chest hair. The little tie must be the pull tab.<br /><br />Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOFwya9cnWFHOmUKAT2NrBcHE4LxzGOh-zfIZAmLLPj5UCEuakRxtLijUfYMUYyUQ922zrOZXypdav6pesr-tlUK9zmVklECNkrcqr0QWoIZa5jcSrn3wYll67EG4mAMbnKLlO9eUiwyV/s1600-h/77-8.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.13&attid=0.0.17&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvDrHKfCegrmVdMNBzWDXSl0Xm2Lli7yF9OZ1Yae1mGO_SZY4jT9TafoBzyLXg5vtUl6PANUO8syVcasb2ANgPkiV98y9lcqMBPhK1W0bEENJG5zL32amjgjGKDT_Q03NiJo_C21cdexm/s1600-h/77-7.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.14&attid=0.0.13&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />I am especially fond of this one, which I have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7wW0JYMauUoVHTTFhvdhPY_Cj_JuYC-h0Qnu-cx8ZYf_N44cq8dVFaOqXiuZLgnuyTZwybvmjnrjkNqfyeggWTrtNggcxO5zhzKkENvr5YTc21s_o_aJwRl_9E8HJraYsRqwYtpSmzZb/s1600-h/77-6.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.15&attid=0.0.9&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits. That, and a blonde girl with a look on her face that says "I love the way your junk fights against that fabric."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXJMFnOgXYslUJfcEf2m-GpKynBq_8q2bwFKy5rI8rOkpUcA-7inCIsyvnkJNEaLwXPks8eX04IPv5o1uuwCmF4s4wdyJw2rRW1nQgL4lkNel7pi6NITc1EH6TuaItQu4cLmyd1F3kSb8/s1600-h/77-14.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.16&attid=0.0.1&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />Then, after the lovin', you can relax in your one-piece matching terry cloth jumpsuits:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0y4MpZ75bYHazzoQacgc9v6y6CLkBOP9MBov6xENtLWVL0SpZ4RjqVLRVyJGm0tkgxPfomXjnH2GYOTZOPg_ujYgiS7GBxYnita_YZcFWgxUwSo3W7LbwAU5CFjeiFG8XbTItLW1xJCCe/s1600-h/77-1.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.17&attid=0.0.7&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />I could go on, but I'm tired, and my eyes hurt from this trip back in time. I think it's the colors. That said, I will leave you with these tasteful little numbers:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnZI7vW_hSRqKLvkaU28KYZWaIxCEo5TFSwmNfaocvDwjDzi9HPPPtAdLAjMJ5m5gEijUsLJAYySkW4wQ78deebKrithTGVeKqh0DbHa1tQgsXS1mlr9SPEiwro7k4GV85BHJS8OXBh9y/s1600-h/77-20.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=a806d83d08&realattid=0.18&attid=0.0.11&disp=emb&view=att&th=1161aa72bf481007" border="0" height="320" width="240" /> </span></a><br /><br />Man, that's sexy.</span></span>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-22363662323715972382007-10-10T11:56:00.001-07:002007-10-10T11:56:25.086-07:00Nina Simone - Ain't Got No...I've Got Life<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/GUcXI2BIUOQ' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GUcXI2BIUOQ'/></object></p><p>cause sometimes we forget what we do have.</p></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-24919734130874791452007-09-02T21:26:00.000-07:002007-09-02T21:28:46.273-07:00Deck the halls.....<div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Now bring us some figgy pudding, now bring us some figgy pudding , now bring us some figgy pudding and bring it right hear</span>"<br /><br />Uhhh, you've got to call ahead for figgy pudding!!!<br /></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-27303678207174836822007-07-11T20:28:00.001-07:002007-07-11T20:28:41.311-07:00Walk It Out, Fosse<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/NIGbhPLZmjY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NIGbhPLZmjY'/></object></p><p>ohh thats that new hot-ness!!! Fosse is like Fire!!!</p></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-14775444785135292242007-06-27T20:34:00.001-07:002007-06-27T20:34:41.761-07:00trials and tribulations...Don’t ask me what that shit means, if you don’t know by now, you never will is what I want to say to him, ignorant lil bitch ass, but politely I explained like you would to a bad ass 4 yr old.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-30707878958810080772007-06-15T19:59:00.000-07:002007-06-15T20:11:53.520-07:00I left my heart...I miss San Francisco. I miss the weather....gorgeous (except that month where it rained non-stop) I miss seeing the earth rotate (in reality it was just the clouds moving) I miss the morning fog that sits on the city like a blanket. I miss the Mission. I miss my school's view, brilliant! I miss the Mandarin, best veggies (and most costly) I miss the bay bridge, although <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> glad I missed that freak accident. I miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TeaCake</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Emeryville</span>, I miss Golden Gate. I miss the Oakland Zoo. I miss that yummy teashop off Piedmont street where they had the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">delicious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tiramisu</span>. I miss Big City and those wide eyed kids. I miss Mollie Stone's individual bread puddings. I miss the Fillmore, the noise the grime the Saturday farmers markets. I miss Friday night concerts with the complex. I miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SFMOMA</span> and 49 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Geary</span>. I miss my gym and their heated towels, and the smiling cutie at the front desk. I miss that yummy patisserie, I miss my crepes. I miss San Francisco.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-27983894900794803822007-05-24T23:17:00.000-07:002007-05-24T23:18:31.219-07:00Gary GulmanIf you're gonna jingle, jingle all the way!stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-88040534535143752712007-05-23T23:19:00.000-07:002007-05-23T23:22:17.432-07:00The one with Ross' Library Book...rachel: I guess it wasn't cupid who brought her here.<br />phoebe: No, just a regular flying dwarf.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-41846434735483547922007-05-23T21:37:00.000-07:002007-05-23T21:41:22.220-07:00Sans SoleilHistory only taste better to those who expected it to be sugar coated.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-10280276139335456942007-05-17T13:42:00.000-07:002007-05-22T18:57:16.028-07:00on friendship...<div style="text-align: justify;"><pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><font size="3">Anais Nin wrote:<br /><br /><br />"each friend represents a world in us,<br />a world possibly not born until they arrive."</font></pre></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-91022603084757436562007-05-16T23:27:00.000-07:002007-05-16T23:36:28.220-07:00On music...Here's the thing about music...It can validate you and your existence. Recently I've had that awesome pleasure to find a song I haven't heard in a long time, and instantly revert to the emotion of a three year old getting a pony for her birthday....I was completely and uncontrollably giddy. I loved it. Only music has that kind of power (sure the pony would have been comparable) but its music that can take our highs even higher....(unfortunately the reverse is also true) I love music...Earth, wind and fire sang out loud....any kind of music. I can recall one of my most perfect evenings...I was in NYC with MAI <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gurl</span> and we had the immense pleasure of experiencing music, live music, that changed us for the rest of the evening(or shall I say morning). We left floating home...our feet didn't hit the ground all because of music. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, it should be life liberty and the pursuit of good music cause that my friends, is the way to true happiness!stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-29637505471436464342007-05-16T11:09:00.000-07:002007-05-16T11:11:55.195-07:00on regret...<div style="text-align: left;">Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.<br /></div>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-1349494797648444702007-05-14T22:18:00.000-07:002007-05-14T22:22:40.417-07:00Courtesy of the Sonic Commercial...okay...may I sub-respond before you finish?stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-53560252665368036372007-05-14T08:57:00.000-07:002007-05-14T08:59:21.024-07:00MarriageI want a marriage like Rev. Run, filled with love, laughter and just plain old silliness!stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-27301702273059997622007-05-11T21:37:00.000-07:002007-05-11T21:38:48.147-07:00proposed conversation...Honestly, I'm a fuckin' mess, I just have enough duct tape to keep it all contained.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-8825039390881428192007-05-10T00:04:00.000-07:002007-05-10T00:07:12.068-07:00bedtimeWhen do birds go to bed? I saw one around 1:45 in the morning (I know, why was I up...) do they sleep or do they just wander around much like people when bored?stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-57790877838750044062007-05-08T20:06:00.000-07:002007-05-08T20:10:07.765-07:00QE2: A Visit from a Nice Old LadyGeorge Bush: "She gave me a look a mother would give a child"<br />Jon Stewart: "She did give that look except 'The Mother' is the Queen of England and 'The Child' is the President of the United States."stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-20333671914185840312007-05-08T18:41:00.000-07:002007-05-08T18:43:40.588-07:00All-Bran Commercial...Fiber, fiber...Bill, he's part fiber...( he says with fiber glasses on)stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-28780255535238538292007-05-07T18:22:00.000-07:002007-05-07T18:24:10.063-07:00How I met your MotherMarshall: we thought of authentic Native American headdress before we thought of hat.stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-5101264539509850932007-05-06T21:29:00.000-07:002007-05-06T21:32:37.560-07:00nice!"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)<br /><br />taken from: <a href="http://arlingtonian.blogspot.com">arlingtonian.blogspot.com</a>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-78968474390011490452007-05-05T22:47:00.000-07:002007-05-05T22:51:31.225-07:00Deep House Dish...Oooo weeee T-Shane, that did not go that well out here as it did in there (and points to his head)stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947631619105467113.post-38350401072222388202007-05-04T17:09:00.000-07:002007-05-04T17:10:09.600-07:00thats just silly....<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a7/brokenchains79/carcat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>stephalufagushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436078196389793251noreply@blogger.com1