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Monday, May 19, 2003

As I was perousing the blogs in this here blogring, I came across a line which sounded familiar...  Sometime in late 2000 or early 2001 during my senior year of college, I think I received the following as a forwarded email (or something...) and I found it amusing.  And after much deleting and the adding of my own political sarcasm, I posted it as stall reading in the freshman women's bathrooms (I was their R.A.)  Unfortunately nobody got my humor.  But I was entertained at least.  

Why did the chicken cross the road?

GEORGE W. BUSH: Hispanically speaking, folks like the chicken here should be able to cross the road via their own hard work.

AL GORE: I invented the chicken. I invented the road. Although recounts have shown that indeed there were more chickens than what has been projected, the road must go forth.

RALPH NADER: The chicken's habitat on the far side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV crushed it.

RUSH LIMBAUGH: I the chicken was crossing the road to get a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet someone out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars, and when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money, money the government took from you to build roads for chickens to cross.

P.E.T.A. SPOKESPERSON: What business is it of yours why the chicken crossed the road? The chicken had every right to cross the road, more right than you have, since the chicken never murdered or enslaved an animal for its own pleasure.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American.

DR. SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road?
                      Did he cross it with a toad?
                      Yes! The chicken crossed the road,
                      but why it crossed, I've not been told!

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

GRANDPA: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

DAD: The chicken crossed the road, barefoot, uphill both ways, in the snow.

SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

RONALD REAGAN: What chicken?

KEN STARR: The chicken is just another pawn in the president's ongoing and elaborate scheme to obstruct justice and undermine the rule of law. For that reason, my staff intends to offer the chicken unconditional immunity provided he cooperates fully with our investigation. Furthermore, the chicken will not be permitted to reach the other side of the road until our investigation has been completed.

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?

FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2001, which will not only cross roads, but will also lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.

EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. Could you define chicken please?

LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you will see, represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.

THE BIBLE: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road". And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.  


Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Ever had to wait 3 1/2 hours for a concert to begin?  It's pretty rad, I'm telling you.  Other than hearing, live, the strangely beautiful and ereathal voice of Cat Power's lead singer--FINALLY--the highlight of last night was the kid sitting next to me.  He was cute; however, he must have been 15 or 16.  He struck up a conversation with me about music, movies, then music again.  It was pretty funny since I'm a pop music-romantic comedy movie-chick at this indie show, and this kid is like, "You know the band, ____, right?"  Uh, no.  "How about ___?"  Mm, never heard of them either.  At some point you would think the boy would figure out from both my ignorance of bands that no one but cool people have ever heard of and by looking at what I was wearing (non-Thrift Store-clothing) that I was a POSER and then blow me off....But no.  He was persistent, and very earnest.  It's kind of funny when someone whom you met two minutes ago starts telling you things like, "Oh, you would like them."  And then repeats that later in the conversation, very reassuringly, and pats your thigh.  Yes, friends, this is where I gave my standard eyebrow raise to which he backed off.   Finally he asked me about Dashboard Confessional.  While leaning in too far, he tried to compare something I knew to a particular band.  So he said, Dashboard is like Luke Skywalker and this other band is like Darth Vader.  Wow, the things I learn in Hollywood, I'm telling you.  I paused and asked, "Do they whine as much as Dashboard?"   He left before we left so I didn't have a chance to say goodbye and ask what I was dying to ask: "So are you gonna skip first and second period tomorrow?" since it was very late.  I am so evil.
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Saturday, April 19, 2003

Various kinds of candy and a few gifts could be found in my Easter basket of Easters past...and every year I would don a new dress...and we had church traditions as well...plus there's the fun fact that I am a seminary student who should have a well thought out declaration on what Easter truly means....Yet, nothing says Easter to me quite like

Ahhhh yes.

Tis the season.


Friday, April 04, 2003

All the propoganda in the news concerning the war effort absolutely makes me sick to my stomach.  (Especially after watching The Pianist this afternoon.)   The news is bogus at any time, but the propoganda is never more apparent than now, in wartime.  *barf*


Thursday, March 13, 2003

Last night I went to dinner with one of my seventh grade students, her mom, and her grandmother.  Her mother asked me a million questions about myself, but the really funny thing was that every other topic centered around my romantic life.  We discussed school, then she asked me if there was anyone interesting at school.  We discussed my educational/professional plans, then she asked me if I got married where would I live.  We discussed my new job, then she asked me if there was anyone interesting at work.  We discussed my summer job last year, then she asked me if there was anyone interesting that I worked with.  We discussed church, then she asked me if there was anyone interesting at church.  Discouraged, they tried to set me up with our waiter.



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