Wow. People in the US are signing off, and that just goes to show how thoroughly screwed my sleep pattern is. I need something deathly dull to lull me to sleep. Ah, I spy Lord of Light...
Bye, Jon. If someone can explain to me why I have the boss theme from Final Fantasy VII in my head, could they please do so. I have the riff stuck in my mind now, and as good as it is it is quite annoying.
Cultural exchange between Puerto Rico and New York (the other Puerto Rico) = You cna get an extremely good New York style pie here in PR. I just went out and grabbed me large with pepperoni and sausage. Seriously good!
At my party, we played with them by seeing who could spin them the longest. It confused the older people. Agreed
Heh, I enjoy reading how people like to find aliaments of famous characters like Tiny Tim and Darth Vader. Tiny Tim's illness is very interesting. Apparently they say he had either kidney disease (RTA), meaning his blood was too acidic, or he was lacking in Vitamin D. Makes you wonder if Charles Dickens planned it that way. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. They knew about the symptoms of the diseases back then. I always saw Tiny Tim as his way of saying: "See how big of a douchebag Scrooge is? He's willfully making sure that the father of a crippled child doesn't have enough money to get the child to a good doctor!"
Best way of doing things, I find. The dead opposite of me. 11am when I woke up I'll guess that it was deliberate. Dickens was an incredible man of exceptional intelligence, and if he didn't do the relevant research and utilise it then I'm a Dutchman called Hans. Which I'm not.
I think Tiny Tim had kidney disease. I mean, there was that whole "He's gonna die in a year!" thing, and he did look really, really sick. The lacking of vitamin D, I think everyone had some of that considering the time and place they were in, yet Tiny Tim's family looked marginally healthy considering their financial state was pretty much half-sunken, if not gone completly. I don't know much about those diseases, since I'm not majoring in medical stuff.
In a span of fifteen minutes while taking out the garbage, I managed to: 1) Break a beer bottle (thankfully it was empty). 2) Step in dog crap. 3) Get cold water into my shoes while cleaning off said dog crap. 4) Nearly got the tiny glass peices embedded into my skin while I was cleaning up the broken bear bottle. I have no luck whatsoever.