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Grandpa Rick is a grumpy person that is occasionally nice.. occasionally..Anyway he's been working on this blog template for the about 2 days and is pretty bothered by the fact that it took him so long to remember how to use Macromedia Dreamweaver again. His help eventually came in the form of LYC his "son" and miss poutyface his mei.. With the utmost torment by lawrence to work hard, he finally was able to create this below average template with (finally!) working layers. Go ahead and have a good time reading (or laughing at) this blog and above all remember that God loves you. Grandpa Rick is in actual fact 19 (just barely) at the point of completion of this blog template (26th October 2006) having already had his birthday on the 22nd of October. Born
into a family with a father that lacks hair and a brother that has too
much of it growing on his legs, Grandpa Rick grew up traumatised by
his older brother that occasionally liked to sit on him and has a weird
fetish thing going on with anime figurines. His parents however were
a blessing to him and aside from the odd argument from time to time,
Grandpa Rick usually listens to them. He also has a poor traumatised
younger sister that is constantly the butt of his fat jokes (though
it cannot be helped seeing as to how she walks into most if not all
of them) but he tries to take good care of her.. operative word being
TRY of course. All in all poor Grandpa Rick has been traumatised by
his siblings when he was younger and now get along with them more or
less fine.. However the trauma he suffered as a child has given him
quite the quirky attitude to life. The biggest influence to his life however is God. Grandpa Rick old (or young if you want) as he is is deeply in love with God. The person that has helped him through all his troubled times and the one that has sent many a friend his direction when he needed help. God has always been there for him and Grandpa Rick is very grateful. He often gets inspired by God to write poetry (which can be found along with other things in all "All that good stuff") or songs without the lyrics in tribute of God. Grandpa Rick believes that God died to save him from all sin and believes that God is his lord and saviour. Through many close and personal encounters with God, Grandpa Rick is certain about God's love and God's plan for his life. He hopes to live in God's way and let God guide him in all that he does. Of course, Grandpa Rick is still learning and is prone to the occasional (oh alright, frequent) mistake. But the key point here is that Grandpa Rick loves God and that there is nothing that he wouldn't do for Him. Finally
it is to be said that it isnt a good thing to get Grandpa Rick angry..
you see old people dont handle anger very well and goodness knows what
happens when Grandpa Rick goes over the edge.
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This is the All that good stuff layer.. in here will be my personal top 10 or top 20 list of songs to hear.. (be very prepared for alot of punk rock) also included will be all the poetry that i have ever written almost all of which are God inspired.. just becasue God is so good to me! other things may be added i guess.. like pictures and stuff if i have the time (and if i actually do take pictures). This is an experimental layer basically where all the stuff i think about (most of them very weird.. you have officially been warned) that dont go into my post will be posted here. alright lets get started Top
20 Praise and Worship Songs (this list may and most probably will change) 20.
For This Cause Top 20 Other Songs (again list might and most probably will change) 20.
Emotionless Top
5 bands the secret link to what i really think Amusing or meaningful statements i've made or heard (statement in front source behind) "You're
gona be a what?! .. wait wait this is big shit.." - Brian "Im
a vegetarian.. but i eat chicken and fish and pork and..." - Jason
ng Poetry (expect this to be very long) Longings
of my soul My
Praise to Him my worship to God if
all you actions were your worship to God Kester's Ego Booster kester
is a ladies man though
he keeps denying that he's hot even
the other guys in church why
does he keep denying it cos
kester ur hot why dont u see? he
sucks all girls like a strong magnet i
must say that though he's short when
the street he walks down by jealous
guys from everywhere girls
will find him quite a guy of
course he'll always be the first they
love his cute manly name but
more even better is his mass appeal you'll
see his face on every wall cos
around him they all turn ape his
muscular arms that are oh so strong the
lime was not ordinary kester
kiong you are so hot and
after that mayb go out how
to reply? was what he thought but
then he thought nah im too young i'll
wait till i am much older thus
ends our tale of kester the hot i
wonder the reaction we will get Turn to Him!
Dreams these
dreams they haunt my sleep at night All He's done for me through
my darkest lonely days Use me God take
this heart O God and work Your wonders In His Name the
world is in turmoil Hurt lock
me up and throw away the key Did you know? did
you know when you're alone Purpose i
ask the reason for my birth My life Hurt
and alone The beast in my heart as
the night falls still and shadows loom |
Friday, October 14, 2005
as u all can see, i dont post regularly but ah well..been quite sum time..lots have happened..struggling everyday of my life..but that's a different story i guess..been real bored.. reading darwin awards lately.. a collection of how stupid people kill themselves or remove themselves from the genepool.. i.e. stupidly lose their reproductive organs..haha..anyway its really cool..go to darwinawards.com if u have the chance to..its really super funny.. i will attach a few of my favourites further down..well anyway failed my finals and took a retest which im confident of failing..yes u heard me FAILING im quite sure i'll fail. sucks man.. anyway went night cycling again! damn fun! 9 people went joel jeremy collin kenny radius caleb pastor henry jesse and me. cycled for over 20 km. for details visit brimspark.blogspot.com im lazy to type here. been doing alot of stuff lately..looking for job, slacking, running arnd, slacking..did i mention slacking? yea..i've been quite down lately..duno y la..guess its all that is goin on arnd me..lotsa stress. mother's on a nagathon..brother expects me to do everything, wah lao..guess that explains why im at such a lost la..ah well.. grandma called jus nw..she's damn nice la..made my dae...well she always does..she's such a nice person la..she practiclly has to take care of my grand aunt, my grandfather, my little cousin. she told me that she buys breakfast for them everymorn (my grand aunt, grand father, cousin, my uncle and aunt and the maid). she goes alone too.. and she doesnt complain..great women i tell u..duno wad i'd do without her..i'd prolly b more havok then i am now la..hahaa! i love my grand mother! ok dats all i have to write for now. as promised, i'll put my favorite stories frm darwin awards.
Gerbil Rocket (1997 - 1998) "In retrospect, lighting the match was my big mistake. But I was only trying to save the gerbil," Eric Tomaszewski told the bemused doctors in the Severe Burns Unit of Salt Lake City Hospital. Tomaszewski and his homosexual partner, Andrew "Kiki" Farnum, had been admitted for emergency treatment after a felching session had gone seriously wrong. "I pushed a cardboard toilet paper tube up his rectum and slipped Ragout, our gerbil, in," he explained. "As usual, Kiki shouted out 'Armageddon,' my cue that he'd had reached nirvana, so to speak. I tried to retrieve Raggot but he simply would not come out, so I peered into the tube and struck a match, thinking the light might attract him." At a hushed press conference, a hospital spokesman desribed what happened next. "The match ignited a pocket of intestinal methane gas in Kiki's colon. Flames shot out the tube, ignited Mr. Tomaszewski's hair and severely burning his face. It also set fire to the gerbil's fur and whiskers, causing it to scurry further up Kiki's colon, which in turn ignited a larger pocket of gas further up the intestine, propelling the rodent out of the cardboard tube like a cannonball." Tomaszewski suffered second degree burns and a broken nose from the impact of the gerbil, while Farnum suffered first and second degree burns to his anus and lower intestinal tract. Sadly, Ragout the gerbil did not survive the incident. super funny la! ok another 1 Mad Trombonist (August 1998, Uruguay) In a misplaced moment of inspiration, Paolo Esperanza, bass-trombonist with the Symphonica Maya de Uruguay, decided to make his own contribution to the cannon shots fired during a performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture at an outdoor children's concert. In complete disregard of common sense, he dropped a large lit firecracker, equivalent in strength to a quarter stick of dynamite, into his aluminum straight mute, and then stuck the mute into the bell of his new Yamaha in-line double-valve bass trombone. Later from his hospital bed he explained to a reporter through a mask of bandages, "I thought the bell of my trombone would shield me from the explosion and focus the energy of the blast outwards and away from me, propelling the mute high above the orchestra like a rocket." However Paolo was not to speed on his propulsion physics, nor was he qualified to wield high-powered artillery. Despite his haste to raise the horn before the firecracker exploded, he failed to lift the bell of the horn high enough for the airborne mute's arc to clear the orchestra. What happened should serve as a lesson to us all during our own delirious moments of divine inspiration. First, because he failed to sufficiently elevate the bell of his horn, the blast propelled the mute between rows of musicians in the woodwind and viola section, where it bypassed the players and rammed straight into the stomach of the conductor, driving him backwards off the podium and directly into the front row of the audience. Fortunately, the audience was sitting in folding chairs and thus they protected from serious injury. The chairs collapsed under the first row, and passed the energy from the impact of the flying conductor backwards into the people sitting behind them, who in turn were driven back into the people in the third row and so on, like a row of dominos. The sound of collapsing wooden chairs and grunts of people falling on their behinds increased geometrically, adding to the overall commotion of cannons and brass playing the closing measures of the Overture. Meanwhile, unplanned audience choreography notwithstanding, Paolo Esperanza's Waterloo was still unfolding back on stage. According to Paolo, "As I heard the sound of the firecracker blast, time seemed to stand still. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard an Austrian accent say, "Fur every akshon zer iz un eekval unt opposeet reakshon!" This comes as no surprise, for Paolo was about to become a textbook demonstration of this fundamental law of physics. Having failed to plug the lead pipe of his trombone, he paved the way for the energy of the blast to send a superheated jet of gas backwards through the mouthpiece, which slammed into his face like the hand of fate, burning his lips and face and knocking him mercifully unconscious. The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny new Yamaha trombone right down the middle, turning it inside out while propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. For the grand finale, as Paolo fell to the ground, his limp hands lost their grip on the slide of the trombone, allowing the pressure of the hot gases to propel the slide like a golden spear into the head of the third clarinetist, knocking him senseless. The moral of the story? The next time a trombonist hollers "Watch this!" you'd better duck! alrite another 1!! Racoon Rocket (1998) In rural Carbon County, Pennsylvania, a group of men were drinking beer and discharging firearms from the rear deck of a home owned by Irving Michaels, age 27. The men were firing at a raccoon that was wandering by, but the beer apparently impaired their aim. Despite an estimated 35 shots fired by the group, the animal escaped into a 3' diameter drainage pipe 100 feet away from Mr. Michaels' deck. Determined to terminate the animal, Mr. Michaels retrieved a can of gasoline and poured some down the pipe, intending to smoke the animal out. After several unsuccessful attempts to ignite the fuel, Michaels emptied the entire five-gallon fuel can down the pipe and tried to light it again, to no avail. Not one to admit defeat by wildlife, the determined Mr. Michaels proceeded to slide feet-first approximately 15 feet down the sloping pipe to toss the match. The subsequent rapidly-expanding fireball propelled Mr. Michaels back the way he had come, though at a much higher rate of speed. He exited the angled pipe "like a Polaris missile leaves a submarine," according to witness Joseph McFadden, 31. Mr. Michaels was launched directly over his own home, right over the heads of his astonished friends, onto his front lawn. In all, he traveled over 200 feet through the air. "There was a Doppler Effect to his scream as he flew over us," McFadden reported, "followed by a loud thud." Amazingly, he suffered only minor injuries. "It was actually pretty cool," Michaels said, "Like when they shoot someone out of a cannon at the circus. I'd do it again if I was sure I wouldn't get hurt." stupid guy! haha alrite a last 1.. i know the past 3 were about flying things so im gona post 1 that is not! haa ok heres the last 1 Bizzare Death At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS, President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story: On March 23,1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect, indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the descender was aware that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned. "Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide." That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. The room on the ninth floor, whence the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. Thed old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded. The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus. Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide. haha! ok all stories are taken from www.darwinawards.com and they are super funny! haha |
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