time to catch some, workin’ all night, packin’ all morn, my body’s all tired and worn.

ooooo….rhyme-ey.

especially a free round trip ticket to anywhere in the lower 48 states, given to me for volunteering to take a later flight because they overbooked this one.

sweeeeeet.

(now we’ll see if the flight from minneapolis is overbooked tonight too…could it be Sean’s lucky day where he gets TWO free tickets???)

tune in tonight, same Froyd© time, same Froyd© channel!

empty/load/wash dishwasher
fold clothes
pack clothes and books
pack bathroom stuff
pack computer
pack extra batteries
call the star tribune and cancel paper delivery this week
destroy all who oppose me

pres bush taps a guy to stop us pirates!

ahoy! These landlubbers think that china be’s a chief priority for stoppin’ us’ns. Don’t they know that we be scuttlin’ ships all over the worl’ and not jus’ near chinese waters? arrrrr.

these dirty dealers think that 7 percent of the goods sol’ on the markets these days be counterfeit. If counterfeit means that me slaves is efficient, well then, they be right! arrr! me goal is 10 percent.

This’n Chris Israel lubber says that he had a glimpse of “rampant piracy” when he was offerrrrred a copy o’ “Star Wars: Revenge of the non-pirate wusses” for a dollarrrr. Now, don’ get me wrong, ’twas an all right movie, but it’s hardly the worst one out there bein’ pirated. He should thank the lucky stars that guides him that he wasn’t offered “Rebound”, that, me hearties, is a fine example of the downright meanness we pirates be capable of.

The United States navy best be watchin’ where they be tryin’ to stop pirates…the world is our spanish main, and any that gets in the way gets keelhauled…yarrr!

The Old Testament God/New Testament Christ: Testing Jung’s assertions on What Christ represents (jungian depth psych)

Deal with a devil: The symbols and pyschological representations present in folk and fairy tales involving a bargain with the dark side.(folk and fairy tales)

The Shadow in Odysseus and Moby Dick: is the antagonist[s] evil, or merely the opposite of the hero?(epic imagination)

I agree wholeheartedly with Sue on the issue of massage and back rubs(and on the part where she says she’s weird, ha!). But my discomfort doesn’t come from the touching of another person(that’s a whole ‘nother phobia), but from what a back/shoulder rub is.

there is something unnatural about shoulder rubs. or massages. I’ve had one back massage two years ago from a friend while we were on Eurospring, and it wasn’t so much of a massage as a…pummeling. It was to get the ‘knots’ out of my muscles, she said. I say “knots? what is this, a shoe?” No, it’s my back. apparently it had knots in it. whatever. It also had unbroken bones before the start, and later I’m not so certain I made it out with a whole set of shoulder blades and clavicle. Afterwards, she asked me to give her a back rub. I was uncomfortable with this idea, as there are many variables to consider when *blush*rubbing another’s back.

variables like pressure, wind current, hanging hair, the amount of pain still radiating from my shoulders, and other highly scientific and spinocentric effects that most people don’t think about. as well they shouldn’t.

so what did I do? What could I do? Fair’s fair after all, and she seemed to think she did me a favor by whaling on my back for 15 minutes. I applied what seemed to be medium pressure, and was told that it wasn’t enough. I tried again, and again it wasn’t enough. This continued until I felt sure that I was basically one step away from what is termed “abuse” by the legal system, when apparently she said “that’s good. the pressure’s perfect.” and just like that I had mastered the art of tectonic back/shoulder massage. She also supposedly had knots in her back, but from what little I remember from 10th grade biology, those weren’t knots, they were shoulder blades. But whatever. After what seemed an eternity, I decided that I had abus…massaged her enough. It was like twenty minutes or something. She said “thanks” and I said “Don’t ever make me do that again.”

Of course, what could I threaten her with to make sure this didn’t happen again? She could give me a back rub that could cripple me for the rest of my life, whereas it took about 10 minutes for me to get warmed up to the point of pressure that I would think is unbearable, and she didn’t even flinch.

Back rubs are just plain mean.

Stop the back rubs, stop the violence.