sorry flaked today on the micha thing. weekends just dissappear out from under me! :) :P 11292498daniel millerSaturday, March 30, 2002publish"Give us this day our daily discount outlet merchandise Raise up a multiplex and we will make a sacrifice" -Billy Joel 11251771daniel millerFriday, March 29, 2002publishThere it was--plain and clear as the weather on this sunny morning in January. In the grasp of that hairy Jew's big freaking paws--oh and now we realize the sick, sick Freudian just committed--was a dog. Presumably dead, by the way it just hung there in front of him. Last time I checked a dog wouldn't let someone carry them around by the tail without some argument. Please no <a href="http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Hills/9673/">Marmaduke</a> letters. George from St. Paul, MN, writes, "Our little <a href="http://www.franksworld.com/schnauzer/">schnauzer</a> loves to be carried around by the tail...." "Come on," Micha commanded as she started to jog down the side of the neighbors property, along the outside of the ficus. The neighbors did not have a ficus barrier around the parameter of their property. Must not be carrying around dead dogs like this guy. In fact, this bushy barrier which was intended to give so much privacy in fact made it easier for the spying pair to look in on the house and the man without drawing attention to themselves. Micha and GS made their way down along the ficus and crouched down together directly across from Jewish Dog Guy's backyard area. Micha carefully parted some of the branches so that they could peer through and figure out what the hell he was doing. Sure enough, he was carrying around a dog by it's tail. And the dog was most definitely dead. Stiff already. However it died, it was fast--the legs were still sticking straight out like it was walking. It was a <a href="http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/mammals/dog/gifs/Pomeranian_bw.GIF">Pomeranian</a>. The unfortunate thing's hair just hung straight down as JDG walked over to what amounted to a huge gap between his house and a raised deck and pool. His entire backyard was in fact a complex arrangements of embankments. Even though the original lot, indeed the entire state, was flat, this gentleman had both raised a portion of his backyard for the still-higher pool deck, which on the house side was connected via a raised walkway and at the back of the property came up almost right above the sea wall, against which a huge canal lazily lapped its water. The canal was so wide that the homes on the other side looked quite small and distant indeed, although to be on this canal they were surely huge mansions like this one. The rest of the backyard dipped dramatically down into this foxhole of a gap between the house and the pool deck. It was down this short but steep slope that JDG was at then present walking down with the dead Pomeranian. And it was at this time that GS saw that there were more. There were a series of hooks coming out of the side wall of the foxhole, and on several of these hooks hung dogs. All with the same stiff, ghostly way about them. Just hanging there, tied to hooks coming out the side of this guy's personal little foxhole. There was a Beagle, a Bichon Frise, a Jack Russell Terrier and a couple of mutts. It's a long story, but GS used to work at a kennel. A Beagle, a Bichon Frise, a Jack Russell Terrier and a couple of mutts. Just hanging there. Dead. Dead dogs. NTINH. It was just as GS started to realize what exactly was going on here--that JDG was really JD Killing G--when he could hear that JDKG was playing some music over his outdoor stereo system. The wind brought the sound over to the ficus--Bebel Gilberto. The sick combination made GS nauseous. Literally. He loved Bebel <a href="http://spacebeagle.tripod.com/midi1/girlipanema.mid">Gilberto</a>. He swallowed an acrid wad of gut juice that had autonomically made its way into his mouth. It was just then that his mother, crouched down just behind his left shoulder, goes, "Pretty sick, huh?" GS was speechless. "This guy gets off hunting dogs!" She knew all along what they were going to see. 11209140daniel millerThursday, March 28, 2002publish<a href="http://www.ulc.org/">Become An Ordained Minister in just 3 minutes. 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If not, I would advise an introductory/lighter encounter with books by Stephenson and Danielewsky. 11139028daniel millerpublish<img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/djdc_brand.gif"> 11136381daniel millerpublish<img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/michasmap2i.jpg"> 11136366daniel millerpublish<img src="http://adbusters.org/creativeresistance/30/07-imagefreezone.gif"> 11118101daniel millerMonday, March 25, 2002publish<address>100 W. Ocean Breeze Ave.</address> Micha and GS stood there behind some ficus bushes. NoThisIsNotHappening. NTINH. NNN. Micha convinced GS of the need for a little outing. They again boarded the bus, changing buses at the main terminal downtown, getting on a very sparsely populated bus which headed towards the ocean. Micha explained, gracefully. "There's this bus stop at the end of this reeeealy rich street. It stops at an inlet, so it must be for people who want to fish. Only thing is this is a super plush neighborhood--there are no trespassing signs left, right and center. But this bus stops at the end. And on this street is something I want to show you." I own a 14 million dollar house but I take the bus. So this bus makes its way down this street and stops at the end. Micha and GS disembark and make their way to the ficus. The way the ficus protect these particular mansion-owners, it is not quite complete. While they tower 30-some feet above the road, blocking any direct view from the street, at the corner of the property--which is not that big, considering the size of the dwelling built on it--there is a gap from which one could, if standing right there, see the entirety of the estate. So Micha has GS stand right there. "Check out this gucc!" Micha exclaims, making up her own word. <blockquote>gooch <ol><li>short for <a href="http://www.gucci.com/start.html">Gucci</a></ol></blockquote> <blockquote>Goo chee <ol><li>the world's perfect, most exotically beautiful and alluring <a href="http://www.brandinstitute.com/bi_site/images/BI_logo.gif">b</a>-<a href="http://adbusters.org/creativeresistance/30/19-brandusa.gif">r</a>-<a href="http://adbusters.org/creativeresistance/30/16-pigeon.gif">a</a>-<a href="http://adbusters.org/spoofads/food/chicken/ad.jpg">n</a>-<a href="http://adbusters.org/spoofads/fashion/gap/ad.jpg">d</a></li></blockquote> The palace was indeed gucc. Check that. Gaud. There was a stone driveway that matched the stone that made up the fa�ade of the home, although whether or not it was real stone or just the fake kind make out of Styrofoam was unclear from such distance. There was a black <a href="http://www.rolls-royce.com/">Rolls</a> and a red <a href="http://www.cadillac.com/cadillacjsp/models/escalade/index.jsp">Caddie</a> in the drive. Suddenly, Micha, standing to GS's left, says, "Hey! Check this out!" and points straight back along the edge of the property. GS had to tilt his head, because the ficus formed a complete barrier around all three exposed sides of the place; but coming from the same side that they stood on, but the far corner, was a man. Ok. He was Jewish. A Jewish man. Gefiltefish and all that. Except this guy looked more like one of the <s>wop</s> <a href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/img/cast_crew/sirico_bio.jpg">toadies</a> from the Sopranos. Update: GS, a good citizen, would never use the term 'wop' and retracts that thought. Besides, he looks like the <a href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/img/cast_crew/adler_bio.jpg">Jewish guy</a> from the Sopranos, but shorter and fatter. And in his fat left hand, a hand so big and brawny that one could notice those features at such a distance, he held something out in front of him like a prize. 11117757daniel millerpublish<a href="http://home-4.tiscali.nl/~t892660/msp/time.htm">The image presaged no celebration: a child barely alive, a vulture so eager for carrion. Yet the photograph that epitomized Sudan's famine would win Kevin Carter fame - and hopes for anchoring a career spent hounding the news, free-lancing in war zones, waiting anxiously for assignments amid dire finances, staying in the line of fire for that one great picture</a> 11116685daniel millerpublishtoday is one of those days that web apps are more trouble than they are worth: blah to blogger and monster! and my keyboard! 11108110daniel millerpublishtoday is one of those days that web apps are more trouble than they are worth: blah to blogger and monster! and my keyboard! 11108106daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.michaelkelly.fsnet.co.uk/qna.htm">10. HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE YOUR JOB? It's my favourite book in the Bible </a> 11107855daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.houseofleaves.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi">And yet out of the thousands of pictures Navidson took, there does not exist a single frame without a person in it. Navidson never snapped scenery. People mattered most to him, whether soldiers, lepers, medics, or newlyweds eating dinner at a trattoria in rome, or even a family of tailors swimming alone at some sandy cove north of Rio. Navidson religiously studied others. The world around only matterd because people lived there and sometimes, in spit of the pain, tragedy, and degradation, even managed to triumph there.</a> 11098897daniel millerpublishhappy birthday me <img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/27card.jpg"> 11098133daniel millerpublish