Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in jfletch22's LiveJournal:

Thursday, March 8th, 2007
7:04 pm	I was gonna write something but then i got distracted by the internets. I guess it'll have to wait, cause there's sooooooo much i feel i have to do online or i just won't make it...and that's the general "make it." I mean i might not be able to continue if i don't get caught up on my web page viewing...and that brings me to google. Don't even get me started, how's a guy supposed to catch up on his web page viewing, internet correspondence, read up on the latest trends in statistical reasoning when google has so much to do before you even get to the search field. Backgammon, puppy of the day, pacman. So i guess i write later, and i think it was pretty important too. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 28th, 2006
5:41 pm	We're all a bunch of clapping seals People always seem to smile when they can’t think of anything to say, I think people should clap their hands like a seal when this occurs. It would help to diffuse the situation I think. Smiling only complicates the ability to understand the problem. When one smiles it can be taken as affection, stupidity, craze, and many other things that confuse the interaction. Yet if we were to universally recognize the seal clap as stating: “well hell, I’ve got nothin’ to say,” I think that would help. Not that I’ll be starting this phenomenal trend, cause that would just look silly, but go for if ya agree. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
4:59 pm	fare fights In an ongoing effort to externalize cafeteria sustenance projection, the federal government is extending grants to enthusiastic, professional student food fighters. These grants will allow the dedicated children of America [those that believe we are a better society only when we, with stunning accuracy, pitch food unto the masses] to organize into teams, districts, and eventually domestic leagues. Before you get distracted rushing around in an effort to find the nearest league, you must understand that this is a juvenile sport. Not to say that it is childish, just that the invitation is extended only to those still in high school and younger. I for one cannot stand for this blatant discrimination. No matter one’s age, I believe we all should be afforded the right to bear fruit, or whatever else suits your fancy. So stand up with me and object, not to the sport itself, because what’s better than a good food fight; but to age discrimination when handing out grants. So go hurl some pasta, or toss some ice cream; after all you're older, chances are you don’t need a grant, buy your own ammo and just get out on the streets and join in. Current Mood: discontent (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, September 22nd, 2006
2:01 pm	right You wanted some writings, well here you go. The lawn over on the other side of the railroad tracks is wet, yet still on fire. How the fuck is that possible. It’s like the neighbors are watering hell. Just to make it grow? Not the best plan I’ve ever heard of, but hey it’s their property, right? The fucking flamingo, though, is melting and that kind of hurts me a little because I enjoyed that little piece of art on my way to and fro. Now, I know what you will all say…A flamingo, that isn’t art! I beg to differ but let’s not split hairs here regarding the wonderful world of lawn sculpture and design. Where was I? Oh yeah, so the lawn is on fire, it’s being watered, melting flamingo…right then, I think now I must point out that this lawn that is on fire is roughly the size of a corn field. I mean, we’re talking estate grass here, a big mother-shutyomouth, and that means a lot to water and a lot to burn. Disturbing is the fact that the city water department sends out a truck every day in an effort to convince them that they should not be watering burning grass. They just don’t seem to get it. Current Mood: blank (3 Comments |Comment on this)