Don't ever touch my empty-box.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMZ73mT5zM

Nudge nudge, know wha' I mean?

My co-worker showed us this site, and... well, let's say we spent some time trash "talking" each other with a british accent

Be warned. It can be addictive...

http://www.acapela-group.com/text-to-speech-interactive-demo.html

Dogs vs. Cats

I like animals. Almost every animal. But when it comes to cats and dogs I'm most definintly a dog person. I've had dogs since I was 4 years old. Now it's about 5 years since the last one though.

A Dog is a friend who never lets you down and is always glad to see you. You can yell at them and they'll keep coming back with the tail between their legs, knowing that they done wrong. Dogs will kiss your ass to get your attention. Literally.

Cats are evil. They can can look at you as if you were the biggest idiot that ever walked the earth with out any reason what so ever. You can scream and shout at them and they look at you like "really..." and walk away. A cat would never ever lower it self to kiss your ass. Not even figuratively.

Some might say cats have personality. And they do. The demon kind. Dogs got personality too.

If my friends demand I suck up to them too be friends I'm way better off without them. And if you waste energy trying to get a cat, who really don't give a crap about you, to like you, then you're better off without it.

Of course the people (at this point I wont call them family) I live with want a cat. Okay, I know that if they wanted a dog, I'd be the one walking it in snow and rain at unchristian hours of the day.

They say that I wont have to empty the litterbox.

They say they'll buy a scratching post so my precious sofa wont be clowed to peices.

They say I wont have to do anything.

They are 4. I'm only 1...

Do I believe them? No. Will I give in? Of course

I just know it will kill me in my sleep...

Mmmkay

I've removed the word verification for comments because you keep nagging about it. Now let the comments flow!

I'm still approving it before it shows on the blog though :P

It's over...

Oh, and I broke up with David Faustino aka Bud Bundy. Didn't end in a very nice way... So sad. Guys.... (right?)

What would the frog do?

This morning I was going to drop the kids off at school as any normal day. Judge by my suprise when I got in to the car and the DTE (Distance To Empty) showed 0. Zero. Nothin'. I don't have to translate km to miles or anything for you to understand. Because Nothing is Nothing in both km and in miles. So, at this time I was a bit late. My car told me it had to be fueld. And my kids kept nagging amongst themselves. So what to do?

It's like that frog who sat on a small rock. Around the rock swam crokodiles. And the distans to the shore was too long for the frog to jump. Now that frog HAD to get to shore. He was late for a bar mitzvah or something, IT'S NOT IMPORTANT. So he sat there... He couldn't swim. He couldn't jump and he couldn't fly. So what did he do? Yes, he flew. What? Frogs don't fly? Well what the hell was he gonna do?

So what did I do? I drove. WHAT THE HELL WAS I GONNA DO? 2.5 km (1.6 miles) to closest petrol station. I actually made it there. And dropped the kids off. And I made it to work. But of course I was late. But so was everyone else too, so no harm.

The moral of the story is to never let your girlfriend borrow your car without letting her pawn her VISA-card with you.

Oh Your God!

Something that always suprise me is when people, that seem pretty normal, normal like... me, all of a sudden start rambling about God. "Thank you God! I would not have managed to get this job, if it weren't for You, O'God!"

Don't get me wrong, I think you should be able to believe in God, Santa or the Tooth fairy.

That's all up to you.

You might think that your God helped you to get that job, or that you some how angered Him so you broke your leg, or He helped you get laid.

Me, I think You got that job because You deserved it. Or you lied your ass off on the interview. And I think you broke that leg because You shouldn't ride your bike under the influense of Alcohol. And maybe, just maybe, You did or said something right that got You laid.

But that's just me. I have trouble believing in myself sometimes. But I think You are your own God. You make Your decisions and You deal with the consequences.

I don't think there's a master plan or that someone is sitting there, watching us. Well, not counting the NSA or CIA.

If you believe in God as a Christian or a Muslim you must also believe in the Devil. Because there can not be a greater Good without a greater Evil. I believe in Good and Evil. But I believe that it's also the human nature. There's nothing divine or demonic about it. I can be wrong about Kim Jong II though.

I do think the morals that Christianity has given us, and that our civilisation is based on, is good. Common sense though. You shall not kill!! No? Ok...

What I wanna say with this blog post is (I think) that I think you should focus more on yourselves. You are what matters. And what You do matters. You have no idea what will happen after death. So to fear a God seems pointless. If there's a God, He shouldn't t be feared, I'm sure of it. He (or She or It) would want you to enjoy life and take care of yourselves and your loved ones. And make the best of your life. Make it count.

Of course I could be wrong.

But I kinda agree with Einstein. That "To believe in God is childish"

Does that make me as bright as Einstein? Yes, I'd like to think so...