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The Wiz's blog: "Catch-all Blog"

created on 09/27/2006  |  http://fubar.com/catch-all-blog/b7601

Fubar Sucks now!

Sold out to the freakiest and most irritating mock surveys... I thought Fubar was above that, and realized the community mattered, wasn't just a selling point. I was wrong about them. PO'd, Jonathan
Okay, maybe I'm strange but this is a cause of a small celebration for me... You know that annoying "Microsoft messed up and now will mess you up" message that happens, and you just have to accept it and restart the browser? That just happened to me, and I was listening to Launchcast. Well, I exploited a "flaw"... if you don't click either of the options, you can finish listening to your song before it shuts the thing down. So I listened to my song, then sighed, and pressed the send button. MY MUSIC KEPT PLAYING! Yay, I guess there IS a reason why explorer is so annoying before it shuts stuff down... :-)

Flowers

We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said, because he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today. It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day. Last night he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare, I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry cause he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today, and it wasn’t mother’s day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again, it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I’m afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry because he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral! Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I had gathered enough courage to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today....... If you are against domestic abuse, please pass this along to everyone, NOT just women. IF YOU ARE AGAINST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE THEN YOU'LL WANT TO EVERYONE YOU LOVE TO READ THIS, MY FRIEND RIN IS A SURVIVOR.

The other day

I was headed to Midvale on a bus the day before yesterday. The rear wheel hub started smoking, but I made it to our destination safely. Someone cooled the smoking part with a fire extinguisher. We created our own little cloud. My friend suggested that I come up with a joke about it, so I did. Here it is: "Everyone's been trying to get me to start smoking. I got sick and tired of it, so I decided I'd give it a try. I'm a big guy, so... I thought I'd start with a bus. I don't know Why everybody made such a fuss about it; I wasn't even done with it yet!" JDR
In the process of making this site a part of my life, and not an unreal part of a fantasy, I'm now going to remove most of my "friends". If you read this blog, the chances are good I won't remove you. If I do, please know that my momery isn't as good as I want it to be, so I'll add you again if you give me a simple reminder that you are out there, and would like to stay in some kind of contact. I'm sorry for the online pain I've caused by not taking people seriously. I would like to apologize in person too, if you will let me know what I've done. I'm unaware of my effect on You. Jonathan Ricks a.k.a The Wiz a. k. a. 80's Robot (I used this name during time I don't remember much of anymore) Added: I didn't have the heart to remove many people *sigh* Does anyone know why it's so hard? I hardly know them, but I feel like I should....

Friendship

Friendship Counts..... One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned(parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends He said yes We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came! , and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown , and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. You now have two choices, you can: 1) Pass this on to your friends or 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

Pedestrian awareness ad

Yes, I do have the right of way, but - you have a 3000-pound weapon... Okay, I thought this was an interesting thought when I was just outside the library, making sure I wasn't getting run over. Now it just seems flat and sad...
Hope the link works

Saving Money

I came across this on Yahoo, and though I read the whole article, I only found one quote I felt was powerful in helping people to save. It is this: "The way I think about saving is I call it spending money at the freedom store. Just like you buy a product... you buy freedom. And every time you put money into savings, you are a little more free than you were before." -Rob Bennett
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