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“I had an interesting morning; I got into an argument with my Rice Krispies. I distinctly heard “Snap, crackle, ******** you!” I’m not sure which one of them said it; I was reaching for the artificial sweetener at the time and not looking directly into the bowl. But I heard it and I said, “Well, you can all just sit there in the milk as far as I’m concerned until I find out which one of you said that.” Mass punishment. The idea is to turn them against one another.

Silly me. Big punishment. That’s what Rice Krispies do. Sit in the milk. That’s their job. You’ve seen them. Delicate, beige blisters of air, floating proudly in milk. And you can’t sink them. They refuse to sink. The navy ought to use Rice Krispies in life preservers. That’s where they’re really needed. And do you know how Rice Krispies manage to float for such a long time? By clinging to one another; they buddy up. They gather in little groups of 8, 10, or sometimes 12, but, if you notice, its always an even number. That’s because the electromagnetic polarity of the Krispies attracts them to one another. It binds them in pairs, like subatomic particles. They form little colonies, and you can’t sink them, not even with a spoon. They just come bobbing up over the sides of the spoon, laughing at you and reveling in their buoyancy. Hard to sink.

That’s what the fruit is for. Not for added taste; not for nutrition; it’s for sinking Rice Krispies. Believe me, a good-sized peach, hurled at full force at the bowl from a stepladder, can take out 80 or 90 of the little buggers in one glorious splash. And I have absolutely no mercy. If I’m really pissed, I’ll climb up to the upstairs balcony and drop a watermelon on them. That’ll teach them to sass me at breakfast.”

-George Carlin



Okay... well, I decided I should probably fill this in with *something*, especially since I nix'd my "journal"... sooooo...

As of right now, I'm 22, and live in Florida, and am currently attending college... Studying physics... basically, applied hard-a**-math. ^_^( )

On Gaia, I pretty much do *nothing* in the main forums, the games... I *might* come out once every couple of blue moons, but other than that, the ONLY place you'll find me is the GCSG...

That's right, Sibby's in the Sniper Game... and it's fun! You should join... >_>

Letsee... more things... uhm, well, Sibby's a "technophile"... electronics, video games, computers, gadgets... Sibby loves 'em (even if he really doesn't have the cash to get what he wants... window shopping and trash digging FTW!)

Well, that's all that I can think of... if your really wanna know more, just talk to me? ^_^( )


Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you