<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:20:50.355-05:00</updated><category term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Bass(sic) Adventures In Pan</title><subtitle type='html'>Meanderings, musings, ruminations, emesis.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6889328143985795184</id><published>2011-06-25T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:26:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constraints</title><content type='html'>As a doctor I am privy to information about my patients that they would prefer kept in strict confidence.&amp;nbsp; I dislike knowing people"s business, so it is an arrangement that works for me... they tell me stuff and I try to forget they told me stuff.&amp;nbsp; No harm, no foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when they piss me off, which they do a great deal, I would love an avenue to vent!&amp;nbsp; But crossing that line is serious business.&amp;nbsp; Issues of doctor-patient confidentiality betrayal is almost as bad as pulling an Anthony Weiner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell the story with any identifiable details, including details of conditions that may be used later to help identify a patient.&amp;nbsp; You can never assume that such indiscretions can't get back to the patient.&amp;nbsp; Speaking hypothetically is just not an option either.&amp;nbsp; You can give anecdotal stories and stuff for giggles but those aren't the venting stories are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with human beings means you need an outlet.&amp;nbsp; Since they don't pay me enough to afford a reasonable outlet, I have TGIF and a few select friends who I trust to be confidential.&amp;nbsp; The commitment from all involved is a contribution to the Darwin tales.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we get a little rowdy.&amp;nbsp; The musgrave madness does that to me.&amp;nbsp; That's right, I blame the musgrave madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, any other details would let you realise that doctors are human so I am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6889328143985795184?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6889328143985795184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6889328143985795184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6889328143985795184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6889328143985795184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2011/06/constraints.html' title='Constraints'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-276272676527642223</id><published>2011-04-06T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:25:00.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old becomes New</title><content type='html'>So the prodigal has returned. I haven't posted anything sensible in about a year and all of a sudden I am back at Blogger, my roots!&amp;nbsp; Was just passing by and noticed that they updated the templates and they don't look half bad.&amp;nbsp; Also I am not so keen on fanciness anymore.&amp;nbsp; Don't know if this a resurgence but I can say welcome back Kotter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-276272676527642223?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/276272676527642223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=276272676527642223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/276272676527642223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/276272676527642223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-becomes-new.html' title='Old becomes New'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7411597776079019787</id><published>2009-04-29T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:05:40.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movements</title><content type='html'>Gentle folks.... I've decided to move to wordpress. Blogger not offering me enough templates and I am once again haunted and want to change it.&amp;nbsp; Because they introduced widgets, I lose too much when I use an outside template.&amp;nbsp; Don't have the time to wade through the code, so the easiest thing is to move over to a provider who will give me choices.&amp;nbsp; Don't plan to close this blog but want to see my blog in better/ different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be at &lt;a href="http://bashmentbasses.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://bashmentbasses.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; I am importing my posts and comments there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about carrying around baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7411597776079019787?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7411597776079019787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7411597776079019787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7411597776079019787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7411597776079019787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2009/04/movements.html' title='Movements'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6399587924761820810</id><published>2009-04-23T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:10:53.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>I regret not following up my blog as I used to in previous years. &amp;nbsp;Everyday I see something else I can blog about, some mundane, some topical... all with something I can learn from. &amp;nbsp;But alas I have not been sharing in this medium. &amp;nbsp;I avoid lumping them and presenting bites because that's Bass chocolate's MO. &amp;nbsp;But none-the-less I just gonna speak extemporaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIJACKING&lt;br /&gt;Let it not be said that I agree with any politician but.... if you have&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;in place to deal with&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;you are&amp;nbsp;accustomed to dealing with, and a breech occurs outside of the culture.. I suspect you will be caught with your pants down too. &amp;nbsp;Everyone was in shock when they awoke to the news. &amp;nbsp;The first thing I thought was that the hijacker came down in the plane, not that he boarded in Ja!! &amp;nbsp;Dat don't mek no sense to me. &amp;nbsp;All now it don't mek sense. &amp;nbsp;Him coulda deh pon crack or have schizophrenia.. it is not a Jamaican tactic!! &amp;nbsp;My fear now is dat&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;idlers thinking to demself ... "hey, yu know seh mi neva ting bout dat! &amp;nbsp;Come&amp;nbsp;mek wi Ijack one plane to farrin!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE&lt;br /&gt;My fellow doctors decided that the best way to deal with the current economic impasse with the government is to go on strike. &amp;nbsp;Here's the problem. &amp;nbsp;If a patient dies on my watch because I was on-strike, then I am criminally responsible. &amp;nbsp;I may be able to get a lawyer to get me off on some technicality and suffer no real fall-out from something&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;that..... but I have a conscience that won't allow that. &amp;nbsp;I think it is not the best option at this time. &amp;nbsp;Yes we need to put pressure on the government to devise and execute transparent methods of collecting outstanding taxes. &amp;nbsp;As it is if they should manage to that, they would have made up their shortfall. &amp;nbsp;Instead they want to impose new taxes while freezing wages, allow a continuation of free market forces to worsen inflation, risk civic unrest, threaten the citizens with police retaliation if they want to protest, etc...&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot in good conscience expect increases in wages at this time, given the country's economic&amp;nbsp;difficulties. &amp;nbsp;I see first hand how health care suffers when patients can't afford medications because they have to choose between caring for children and buying meds. &amp;nbsp;That's unacceptable! &amp;nbsp;Until I went to the pharmacy to fill a prescription for my grandmother. &amp;nbsp;$8000 for pain killers and pressure meds!!! &amp;nbsp;How di backside pl gonna keep up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARITY&lt;br /&gt;We need to become our brother's keeper. &amp;nbsp;It's the only way we will survive. &amp;nbsp;Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARAK&lt;br /&gt;The man has been given a basket to carry water through hell! &amp;nbsp;He inherited a messed up economy. &amp;nbsp;If he manages to guide them through this, the powers that be will say they chose wisely. &amp;nbsp;If he falls on his face, they will say that a black man wasn't ready. &amp;nbsp;I wish him well and hope he makes it. &amp;nbsp;More people depend on his success than he realizes. &amp;nbsp;Lets see the reports on his first 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALIBAN&lt;br /&gt;We throw the title around, and many claim it when they are&amp;nbsp;charlatans. The truth is that the talibans' biggest weapon is fear, thanx to the International Media. &amp;nbsp;No one can keep watch effectively forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6399587924761820810?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6399587924761820810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6399587924761820810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6399587924761820810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6399587924761820810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2009/04/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3222349436338469477</id><published>2009-03-07T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:27:31.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum tin wong!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario  1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack  goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with  his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Vice Principal  comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to  show Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; School goes into  lock down, &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1236052208_22"&gt;FBI&lt;/span&gt; called, Jack hauled off to jail and  never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students  and teachers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario  2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny  and Mark get into a fist fight after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Crowd gathers. Mark  wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Police called and  SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Johnny and Mark. They are both charged  with assault and both expelled even though Johnny started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario  3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey  will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jeffrey sent  to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then  returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Jeffrey is given huge doses of  Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The school gets extra  money from the state because Jeffrey has a disability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario  4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy  breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his  belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1957  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Billy is more careful next time,  grows up normal, goes to college and becomes a successful  businessman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Billy's dad is arrested for child  abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist  is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad  goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario  5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark  gets a headache and takes some aspirins to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957 -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mark shares his aspirins with  the Principal out on the smoking dock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; - The police are  called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then  searched for drugs and weapons. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #40005f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedro  fails &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1236052208_23"&gt;high  school English&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957 - Pedro goes  to summer school, passes English and goes to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Pedro's cause  is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that  teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class  action lawsuit against the state school system and Pedro's English teacher.  &amp;nbsp;English is then banned from &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1236052208_24"&gt;core curriculum&lt;/span&gt;. Pedro is given his diploma  anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario  7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny  takes apart leftover firecrackers from the &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1236052208_25"&gt;Fourth of July&lt;/span&gt;, puts them in a model  airplane and blows up a red ant bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957 - Ants  die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- ATF, &lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_yshortcuts" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1236052208_26"&gt;Homeland  Security&lt;/span&gt; and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic  terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from  their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror  watch list and is never allowed to fly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario  8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny  falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by  his teacher, Mary. &amp;nbsp;Mary hugs him to comfort him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957 -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a short time, Johnny feels  better and goes on playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Mary is  accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State  Prison. &amp;nbsp;Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3222349436338469477?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3222349436338469477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3222349436338469477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3222349436338469477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3222349436338469477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2009/03/sum-tin-wong.html' title='Sum tin wong!!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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local is bad.&amp;nbsp; That stinks to me.&amp;nbsp; Human excrement is terrible!!&amp;nbsp; Humans only look good on the outside.&amp;nbsp; Inside we are disgusting in comparison to our herbivore counterparts from whom we usually obtain our fertilizer.&amp;nbsp; A dog bite is cleaner than a human bite!!!&amp;nbsp; Patients with bed sores exposed to their own excrement usually end up dying of overwhelming sepsis due to the massive volume of germs living in our stool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not process Jamaican excrement then since we are now willing to take the chance on human don't-don't!&amp;nbsp; I suppose they'll say it's cheaper to buy American excrement than to process our own.&amp;nbsp; I'm not reassured that its been tested to American/International faecal standards.&amp;nbsp; I don't care to be exposed to it knowingly (cause for all we know its been happening for years subterfugally)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can keep that sh*t!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; The farmers informed that the regulatory body that certifies their products, doesn't like the human faeces fertilizer so they may lose their international certification for their products if it fails their test!!&amp;nbsp; So much for not doing anything to hurt the Jamaican people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1400149088926685302?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1400149088926685302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1400149088926685302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1400149088926685302'/><link rel='self' 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BOARD:&lt;br /&gt;Leaps tall building in a single  bound&lt;br /&gt;Is more powerful than a locomotive&lt;br /&gt;Is faster than a speeding  bullet&lt;br /&gt;Walks on water&lt;br /&gt;Discusses policy with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT:&lt;br /&gt;Leaps  short buildings in a single bound&lt;br /&gt;Is more powerful than a switch engine&lt;br /&gt;Is  just as fast as a speeding bullet&lt;br /&gt;Walks on water if the sea is calm&lt;br /&gt;Talks  with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT:&lt;br /&gt;Leaps short buildings with a  running start and favorable winds.&lt;br /&gt;Is almost as powerful as a switch  engine&lt;br /&gt;Is faster than a speeding BB.&lt;br /&gt;Walks on water in an indoor swimming  pool&lt;br /&gt;Talks with God if special request is approved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICE  PRESIDENT:&lt;br /&gt;Barely clears a Quonset hut&lt;br /&gt;Loses tug-of-war with a  locomotive&lt;br /&gt;Can fire a speeding bullet&lt;br /&gt;Swims well&lt;br /&gt;Is occasionally  addressed by God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL MANAGER:&lt;br /&gt;Makes high marks on the wall when  trying to leap buildings&lt;br /&gt;Is run over by locomotive&lt;br /&gt;Can sometimes handle a  gun without inflicting self-injury&lt;br /&gt;Dog paddles&lt;br /&gt;Talks to  animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER:&lt;br /&gt;Runs into buildings&lt;br /&gt;Recognizes locomotive two out  of three times&lt;br /&gt;Is not issued ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Can't stay afloat with a life  preserver&lt;br /&gt;Talks to walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINEE:&lt;br /&gt;Falls over doorsteps when trying  to enter building&lt;br /&gt;Says "look at the choo-choo"&lt;br /&gt;Wets him/herself with a  water pistol&lt;br /&gt;Plays in mud puddles&lt;br /&gt;Mumbles to  him/herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARY:&lt;br /&gt;Lifts buildings and walks under them&lt;br /&gt;Kicks  locomotives off the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Catches speeding bullets in his/her  teeth&lt;br /&gt;Freezes water with a single glance&lt;br /&gt;Is God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-8242366132742758450?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8242366132742758450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=8242366132742758450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8242366132742758450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8242366132742758450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2009/01/corporate-structure-defined.html' title='Corporate Structure defined'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1944722701676782705</id><published>2009-01-09T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:19:14.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is..</title><content type='html'>God is at our beck and call...... not our whim and fancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1944722701676782705?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1944722701676782705/comments/default' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1338573408056732191</id><published>2008-12-06T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:57:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps</title><content type='html'>A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. God works in mysterious ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman says, 'So, you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattered, the man replies, 'Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you're still at fault... women shouldn't be allowed to drive.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman continues, 'And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.' &lt;br /&gt;She hands the bottle to the man.  The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man. &lt;br /&gt;The man asks, 'Aren't you having any?' &lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, 'No. I think I'll just wait for the police...'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are clever and evil ... Don't  mess with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1338573408056732191?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1338573408056732191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1338573408056732191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1338573408056732191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1338573408056732191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/12/perhaps.html' title='perhaps'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6988547851261965819</id><published>2008-10-11T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:24:26.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free sauce?</title><content type='html'>So I go to BK and I order a combo 1.&amp;nbsp; There is a sign on the wall indicating that they are no longer giving away sauces with combos.&amp;nbsp; Instead, you may have 2 packets of ketchup or 1 sauce depending on the meal ordered.&amp;nbsp; They then layed out the charges for the different condiments available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interpreted it to mean that I had a choice of 2 packets of ketchup or 1 packet of sauce.&amp;nbsp; So I waited until they were preparing my order and told them I would like honey mustard instead of the ketchup.&amp;nbsp; The server informed me that I couldn't get the sauce because it didn't come with the meal.&amp;nbsp; I brought her attention to the sign.&amp;nbsp; She said that I needed to speak with the manager and proceeded to call her.&amp;nbsp; Another server added her two cents and said the manegr need not be called because it was very simple... no sauce comes withe meal so no sauce to be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager approached and I explained why I was of the opinion that I was entitled to my 1 sauce.&amp;nbsp; She said I was not entitled to the sauce because it was not issued with the meal that I ordered.&amp;nbsp; I asked her which meal is served with sauce.&amp;nbsp; Turns out the chicken tenders is served with sauce.&amp;nbsp; I asked if I could swap out the sauce for 2 packs of ketchups if I ordered the tenders.&amp;nbsp; She said yes.&amp;nbsp; So I said that the sign should indicate that only reverse swapping allowed, since one can alwasy trade sauce for ketchup but never ketchup for sauce.&amp;nbsp; She insisted that the sign was correct and quite unambiguous, although she admitted that sauce for ketchup was all that was allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then tried to passify me by suggesting that I could purchase the sauce for $30.&amp;nbsp; I told her that I paid with my debit card and they would not allow me to make said purchase because it was below the threshhold for debit card purchases. She agreedd and then suggested I return to my vehicle for coins......&amp;nbsp; I told her that I would not have purchased the meal I did had I known that was the stipulation.&amp;nbsp; She decided to give me a packet of sauce along with the ketchup, and warned me that in future I would have to pay if I wanted sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I spoke very softly and with as little emotion as possible.&amp;nbsp; Yes I was looking forward to the honey mustard sauce to have with the fries, especially since I already had ketchup at home and didn't need anymore. But no the whole incident wasn't worth the effort expended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home I racked my brain for an alternative interpretation of the sign that would validate what the manager was explaining.&amp;nbsp; Eventually 2hrs later I had a fleeting moment of "lucidity" and I thought I saw what she was saying.&amp;nbsp; I think what they were trying to say is that the originally intended condiments is all they are willing to give you at this time.&amp;nbsp; If you really want it your way right away, cough up some more dough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whopper combo (when I wanted a Bacon whopper but they had no bacon)........... $430&lt;br /&gt;Honey mustard sauce and ketchup (when I just wanted hm sauce)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..... free&lt;br /&gt;Getting the sauce free when the rest of the meal was soggy and unpalatable&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..... waste of my damn time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else there's Wendy's!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6988547851261965819?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6988547851261965819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6988547851261965819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6988547851261965819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6988547851261965819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-sauce.html' title='Free sauce?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7339081848245514283</id><published>2008-10-05T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:24:16.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being miserable</title><content type='html'>I tuned in to the Golden celebrations on local television yesterday and I was annoyed by the hitches that took place.&amp;nbsp; We knew from August that we were gonna celebrate our athletes.&amp;nbsp; We had heard it announced that it would be a week of celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why were the behind the scenes personnel standing in the way when the dancers were entering and causing the dancers to collide in them as they entered the track?&amp;nbsp; Why did the BMW have to break up suddenly to avoid colliding with the other car in front?&amp;nbsp; Why were the cues missed constantly?&amp;nbsp; How some dancers buss early and others looking to their left and right to figure out what's the next step?&amp;nbsp; etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what message we sending when the para-olympians had to wheel themselves in while the females were drawn in strange looking carriages and the men come in fancy cars?&amp;nbsp; Ok I can understand the princess carriage and the pearl carriage but what was the pumpkin carriage about?&amp;nbsp; Is she a country bumpkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the half nekkid girls for in the see-through clothes?&amp;nbsp; Why di girl with Asafa had her hand between his legs and wouldn't move it for nutten?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt did exactly what I thought he would do... Appear, walk the track and dance, causing the security much hassle as they try to pretend to do the job they heard that they were to be doing.... keeping unauthorised persons at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross/Angry/Miserable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7339081848245514283?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7339081848245514283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7339081848245514283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7339081848245514283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7339081848245514283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-miserable.html' title='Being miserable'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4578906001924381791</id><published>2008-09-30T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:14:47.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Rule  1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;: Life is not fair -  get used to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule  2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will  expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : You  will NOT make $4,200,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a  vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : If you think your teacher is  tough, wait till you get a boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Flipping burgers is not beneath  your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they  called it opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule  6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: If you mess up,&lt;u&gt; it's not your parents' fault&lt;/u&gt;, so don't  whine about your mistakes, learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Before you were born, your parents  weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills,  cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you  were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's  generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Your school may  have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they  have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to  get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in  real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule  9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off  and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on  your own time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule  10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have  to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Be nice to nerds. Chances are  you'll end up working for one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this  - Thank a teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4578906001924381791?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4578906001924381791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4578906001924381791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4578906001924381791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4578906001924381791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-reflections.html' title='A few reflections'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2930884708047685845</id><published>2008-09-22T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:48:42.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Seeking clarification</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to understand why in the reports that Haiti has been hit by 4 tropical storms in the last month, that no mention was made of the Dominican Republic.&amp;nbsp; I know that the Geo teacher and I never really made it past aquaintances but I distinctly remember him saying that Haiti and Dom Rep share the same land mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the Haitians took the cursed side of the island and built on sand while&amp;nbsp;the Dom Repians&amp;nbsp;built on solid ground, but that would just explain the absence of the massive land slides the Haitians won&amp;nbsp; for themselves after playing the game called forest denudation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news reports lamented the fate of poor Haiti, and even said that Hanna sat on Haiti for 4 days! Now, if they were talking about Cuba I could understand because if a storm go north, south, NE, NW,.... it lick Cuba.&amp;nbsp; Cuba just in di wrong place all di time.&amp;nbsp; But is never the same part get lick all the time.&amp;nbsp; But Dom-aiti ain't dat big!!!&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;Hanna decided which side&amp;nbsp;was gonna get di floodin?&amp;nbsp; Plus based on the news reports, all di disasterin was confined to the Haitiian part of the island.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the storms tried to sneak past the Dom Rep and then let go full force on Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 deaths in DR and 300 in Haiti.&amp;nbsp; Did the DRians evacuate or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Haitians at the border bridge light from the DRians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the Haitian side so salt, How come the Haitians don't run away to the Dom Rep?.... How come!??&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2930884708047685845?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2930884708047685845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2930884708047685845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2930884708047685845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2930884708047685845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-trying-to-understand.html' title='Seeking clarification'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4393149750097612626</id><published>2008-09-21T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:47:33.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stay Safe</title><content type='html'>How to stay safe in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avoid riding in automobiles  because they are responsible for&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 20% of all fatal accidents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do  not stay home because 17% of all accidents occur in the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Avoid walking on streets or sidewalks because 14% of all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; accidents occur  to pedestrians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid traveling by air, rail, or water because 16% of  all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; accidents involve these forms of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of the  remaining 33%, 32% of all deaths occur in hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Above all else, avoid  hospitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be pleased to learn that only .001% of all deaths  occur&lt;br /&gt;in worship services in church, and these are usually related  to&lt;br /&gt;previous physical disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, logic tells us that the  safest place for you to be at&lt;br /&gt;any given point in time is at  church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible study is safe too.&lt;br /&gt;The percentage of deaths during Bible  study is even less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SAFETY'S SAKE - Attend church and Bible study  tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT COULD SAVE YOUR LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4393149750097612626?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4393149750097612626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4393149750097612626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4393149750097612626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4393149750097612626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-stay-safe.html' title='How to Stay Safe'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5412696375836649825</id><published>2008-08-22T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:00:05.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To di worl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://basspics.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamaica-at-olympics.html"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt; of some of our athletes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://basspics.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamaica-at-olympics.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5412696375836649825?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://basspics.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamaica-at-olympics.html' title='To di worl!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5412696375836649825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5412696375836649825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5412696375836649825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5412696375836649825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-di-worl.html' title='To di worl!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2283915609672890802</id><published>2008-08-22T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:51:07.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bap bap!!</title><content type='html'>Instead of shouting 'reach' Jamaican relay athletes now have to scream 'WAIT'!!  We too fast now; reaction times too good!  Mi proud of all our athletes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afasa clear him name. We too good man, we too good.  Di USA team dem drop di baton dem cause dem rather DQ than lose to we in everything!!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wi large out backside!!!  Who!  We dun tek it to di worl! A universe wi a tek it to now!!!!! Bap bap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2283915609672890802?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2283915609672890802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2283915609672890802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2283915609672890802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2283915609672890802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/bap-bap.html' title='Bap bap!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4933638458069286646</id><published>2008-08-18T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:11:22.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me strength, Lord!!</title><content type='html'>Michael Phelps has done exceedingly well.  He could very well be remembered as the most accomplished Olympian having amassed 8 gold medals in one Olympic game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I used to watch the Olympics and root for everybody.  As I got older I started rooting for the under-dogs.  Then I started rooting for anyone I damn well felt like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped rooting for Americans in the 90s because now I was old enough to hear the commentators and how they spoke about non-American contestants.  I thought they were being quite bad-minded unnecessarily.  They send one bag of ppl to the Olympics and enter every striking category.  If they come out with the most medals that's great for them. But why the hell they have to down on smaller countries and their 2 or 3 representatives?  I don't need to know that they left a starving family back home because they used all the money they had to get to the Olympics.  That has nothing to do with their current ability.  It rarely helps to put things in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that they have to keep talking or risk losing the likkle work but damn it man find positive things to say nuh man!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bob Costas come seh that Bolt cheated the fans by not running right down to the wire and accuse the man of disrespecting the other runners by beating his chest.  Di man do weh him never even realise him could a do.  Him shock di world!!  Everybody feeling good about it... except the Americans (they don't all share the same views I know).  Di American bredda weh come third, instead a happy seh Asafa gi im a bligh, him a come seh dat Bolt's run was not phenomenal.  Him couldn't do it.  Nobody eva do it before and him a come talk like seh is run of di mill.  That is just plain bad-minded-ness.  Bob Costas can hold a gold medal for bad-minded-ness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think perhaps I should get the bronze for bad-minded-ness because I watch any and every competition just to see if and when the Americans get beaten.  Just because of the ignorance of a few I have condemned all to my bad-minded-ness.  As I bad-minded Phelps on the weekend it occurred to me that I doin nothing different than what they do, regardless of any self-justification I may have drummed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me back those good old days when I watched to see the mastery of the games. When I rejoiced with the winners and commiserated with those who didn't.  When I recognised that if they made it to the Olympics they are already winners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to look past my weakness so that I can appreciate the wonders of the Olympics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4933638458069286646?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4933638458069286646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4933638458069286646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4933638458069286646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4933638458069286646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-me-strength-lord.html' title='Give me strength, Lord!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1935793205936984262</id><published>2008-08-17T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:45:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCUBA skills we had to master</title><content type='html'>10 min swim&lt;br /&gt;Equipment assembly/ dis assembly&lt;br /&gt;Equipment donning and adjustment&lt;br /&gt;BCD inflation and deflation at surface (oral and low pressure)&lt;br /&gt;Regulator recovery&lt;br /&gt;Regulator clearing&lt;br /&gt;Mask clearing (small leak and full)&lt;br /&gt;Underwater swimming&lt;br /&gt;Submersible pressure gauge use&lt;br /&gt;Alternate air source use&lt;br /&gt;Hand signal recognition&lt;br /&gt;Ascent&lt;br /&gt;Pre-dive safety check&lt;br /&gt;Deep water entry&lt;br /&gt;Snorkel clearing - blast method&lt;br /&gt;Snorkel/regulator exchange&lt;br /&gt;Descent&lt;br /&gt;Surface swimming with scuba&lt;br /&gt;Mask removal, replacement and clearing&lt;br /&gt;No mask breathing&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect low pressure inflater&lt;br /&gt;Proper weighting&lt;br /&gt;Air depletion exercise&lt;br /&gt;Weight removal at the surface&lt;br /&gt;Deep water exit - removal of equipment&lt;br /&gt;Fin pivot (low pressure inflation and oral inflation)&lt;br /&gt;neutral buoyancy swim&lt;br /&gt;Cramp removal&lt;br /&gt;Tired diver tow&lt;br /&gt;Air depletion/ alternate air source use&lt;br /&gt;Free flow regulator breathing&lt;br /&gt;Controlled Emergency swimming ascent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we learned above our qualification:&lt;br /&gt;no mask swim&lt;br /&gt;weight removal and replacement (underwater and surface)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1935793205936984262?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1935793205936984262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1935793205936984262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1935793205936984262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1935793205936984262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/scuba-skills-we-had-to-master.html' title='SCUBA skills we had to master'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1212798398009621528</id><published>2008-08-16T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:49:59.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-contained underwater breathing aparatus</title><content type='html'>So Kelly and I are at Couples Swept Away (paying out of wi head-side fi di likkle vacation) when Kelly suggests that we do the beginners SCUBA course since it's included in the package.  I'd seen the ppl in the pool and thought that it might be an interesting thing to do, but I ain't into no craziness like turning off air tank... even if it's just in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sign up and our class is on the penultimate day, no proble..... wait.... I'm not supposed to drink before I dive!  But it's just the pool so I guess a few pina coladas won't hurt.  Wait.... I need to pass the swim test.... I'll just have to try harder in the morning.  I'll just cut back on breakfast... sort of ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning 8:30am, having had a light breakfast we head to the pool. Jump in he says and give me 8 laps of the pool, no time limit, but only free-style.  You stop you start over.  Sounds reasonable enough.  Rhaaaaatid!!! Mi nearly dead!!  Maybe I shouldn't have had so much to eat last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly takes the lead and I never recover. Finally he tells me I should be ashamed that my wife kicked my ass and I should get out of the water, I just barely made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get some gears we start off slow in the pool.... it's not very deep and my legs drag but we're just doing some simple stuff.... or so I thought.  He keeps making reference to when you are diving in open water... I don't know what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2hrs of skills training and some theory, he says "Ok go get fresh tanks and get your gear on the boat"...... WHAT????  Excuse me sir, we only signed up for the basic scuba course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get on the boat and I'm not amused.  Kelly is fine.  Soon land disappears and I've further not amused because as I just demonstrated in the pool, my behind cannot swim back to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gear up and enter the water.  My weight belt slips off, but I was holding it as instructed so I don't have to dive for it.  We begin controlled descent.  Down at the bottom was beautiful.  My dive buddy (Kelly) abandons me at the bottom of the sea (her weights weren't enough so she kept surfacing despite a deflated BCD)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor goes for her but she opts to return to the boat.  I go alone.  We complete our basic dive skills part and we surface and all is well.  Back on land our instructor tells us that we did very well and we seem so comfortable with scuba diving and we could complete the first level of certification with just a few more hrs of confined and open water training and diving.  It'll only cost $250 USD..... each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being so psyched, we all sign up (grp of six).  Then he gives us a 220 page book to read so that we can sit a test the following morning as part of the certification exam.  No drinking or over-eating again tonight.  Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go eat and then hit the books... So Kelly hits the books and I sleep on and off on the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morn I have a nervous stomach and use the bathroom twice.  Couldn't eat much at breakfast, just some fruit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No swim test this time.  But had to learn to identify, assemble and disassemble our gear and work out our weighs. Then we learned buddy checks and then got geared up and start another 2 hrs in the pool with skills training.  I was surprisingly quite calm when he turned off my air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally head out to do the same skills and what we had learned the day before, in the sea.  No buoyancy problems this time with Kelly and he refuses to tell us how far  down we are supposed to be going.  Our depth turns out to be 40 feet.  This dive site is even more beautiful. We do the skills as we had learned and we do some sight seeing.  No sharks seen or dolphins but no picture can do justice to what we saw. We head into a cave, swim through and surface several metres away. We do some more skills and then we head back to do the written test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing and getting our paperwork done, he offers us one more dive.  Kelly is starving so she declines cause we have to leave right away.  I decide to go for it.  No dive partner I get partnered with a new instructor, but I'm cool with it.  We go this time no skills demonstration.  This is the full practice of skills with minimal supervision. We see barracuda and a downed Cessna, body to one side and wing to another.  Saw some coral with a steady stream of air bubbles rising from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a wonderful dive.  So now I have 90minutes of open sea diving under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are certified PADI Scuba Divers.  Next step is PADI Open Water Diver.  We have two more levels for that, but our instructor already covered 1/2 of it with us because he says he prefers to over prepare his students.  From his experience he sees too many divers come with respective accreditation and still not have some important skills that are in higher levels that he feels that they should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next step is to get some personal gears and sort out the rest of certification to get to the Open Water Diver level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1212798398009621528?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1212798398009621528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1212798398009621528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1212798398009621528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1212798398009621528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-contained-underwater-breathing.html' title='Self-contained underwater breathing aparatus'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4624602974302646351</id><published>2008-08-16T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:45:07.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9.68</title><content type='html'>I don't care if they correct it to 9.69.  Either way di man is a star!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di man stop run at 70metres and start show boat.  Beat him chest and all!! Backside!! Can you imagine if he had kept his form?  Yow mi sorry fi him now.  Dem a go just hook him up to a blood giving set and test him till him weak.  All him mada a get test to rhattid.  Di pickney weh him go school wid a go get test.  Blertneet all di dawg inna di yaard a go get test!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway mi soon touch road and mi plan fi drive past the Usain Bolt National Stadium onto the Usain Bolt Highway on my way to the Usain Bolt International Airport fi pick up mi relative dem from flight AB016 (Air Bolt)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Big up Frater!!!!  Di man run him personal best and as far as I concern him mash up dat track!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi want fi vex wid Powell but him a feel it now and I think I'd rather be supportive than destructive at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4624602974302646351?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4624602974302646351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4624602974302646351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4624602974302646351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4624602974302646351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/08/968.html' title='9.68'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5667409059818442268</id><published>2008-07-28T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:04:03.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Hamil</title><content type='html'>The original and still the best...... Sybile Hamil, my mom, has had her PhD accepted after a difficult defense and re-write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real Dr. Hamil is now in the house!!  Dr. Mommy yu laaawwwjjje and live!!!  Me seh so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5667409059818442268?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5667409059818442268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5667409059818442268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5667409059818442268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5667409059818442268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-hamil.html' title='Dr. Hamil'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4937595284659030157</id><published>2008-07-28T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:51:57.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge me</title><content type='html'>I love challenges and my family will tell you that I obsess over them until they are sorted out.  I'm not too familiar with the giving up policy... even though I may say it in frustration, I always pick it back up as my mind finds some new way to wrap around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship is a challenge!  That is an understatement!!  I hate internship and have been emotionally trudging through it although I have been wearing my game face.  I tried to figure out what part of it I hated and at first I wasn't objectively able to separate the parts.  But having been abused for the past 6/12, I have become sullen and have been having increased thoughts of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was on duty (Yep Saturday 8am till Monday 4pm) and in the middle of a quick snooze at 3am I jumped out of sleep panicking that I had missed a call from one of the wards I was covering.  Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fact that I am still learning and have to seek advice from seniors about unfamiliar cases or management situations.  It's not the lack of sleep that accompanies being on duty.  It's not even the number of times you are put on duty, taking you away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is the fact that they call me at anytime and often without any respect to order me around.  Yes I can spite them by not responding or taking my sweet time but in the end the patient suffers and I won't do that!  Everybody orders you around!!  I HATE BEING ORDERED ABOUT!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at work I have to walk around to find equipment to get the job done.  I work with it. Sometimes you are railroaded by people's personal life as you try to get the job done.  I work round it.  Sometimes co-workers are not as helpful/considerate.  I work in spite of it.  But my blood boils every time I am ORDERED to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not looking any friends and I don't expect them to be sweeting me up.  We all have our work to do.  I don't think that I am lazy or a shirker of responsibilities.  I know that often I am unconventional which I can and do receive flack for, but I get the work done and I put the patient first.  I don't work at making life difficult for co-workers, but they just seem hell-bent on pissing me off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything they call you for, in most disrespectful tones and often threateningly, you must hop, skip and jump to get it done right away. If you decide that another patient is more important at the time so you stop to sort that out, they call you back with threats and accuse you of all manner of things.  At first I thought I was being paranoid.  But as I speak to more interns (suffering in silence) I realise that it's a global phenom!!......at UHWI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the crabs-in-a-barrel mentality is inherent in the UHWI structure/hierarchy.  Ppl know this.  Very few make efforts to change the culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5/12 to go, now understanding my real challenge..... avoiding a personal small thermo-nuclear explosion...... before I rid myself of this rite-of-passage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4937595284659030157?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4937595284659030157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4937595284659030157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4937595284659030157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4937595284659030157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/challenge-me.html' title='Challenge me'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1902890991213447747</id><published>2008-07-23T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:27:31.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiiiiiiiiii!!!</title><content type='html'>It's great fun and I'm a gonna set it up on my wireless network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1902890991213447747?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1902890991213447747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1902890991213447747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1902890991213447747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1902890991213447747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/wiiiiiiiiii.html' title='Wiiiiiiiiii!!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-8431055474351049229</id><published>2008-07-23T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:26:01.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Install A Home Security System In The South</title><content type='html'>1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size&lt;br /&gt;   14-16 work boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns&lt;br /&gt;   and Ammo Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave a note on your door that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bubba, Me, Big Jim, Duke and Slim went for more ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;Back in an hour. Don't mess with the pit bulls - they attacked&lt;br /&gt;the mailman this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't&lt;br /&gt;think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all&lt;br /&gt;the blood. Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Better wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cooter"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-8431055474351049229?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8431055474351049229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=8431055474351049229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8431055474351049229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8431055474351049229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-install-home-security-system-in.html' title='How To Install A Home Security System In The South'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2885661514131227704</id><published>2008-07-17T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:45:12.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panoridim pride</title><content type='html'>I was part of one of the best Panoridim concerts of all time.  The production was excellent.  The concepts were fantastic.  The energy was tremendous.  I worked backstage but I jumped, danced, and was spent as if I had played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still disappointed that I wasn't on stage for this concert, but I am so pleased with the effort that persons put in and the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past people who've watched a Panoridim concert have always enjoyed themselves but singled out certain people for their energy or antics.  I didn't see the show from an audience perspective but from the wings it looked like everybody had choreography, energy, stage presence, ..... fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still biased and think my basses were the best, but in all honesty pink diamonds in a tiara full of diamonds may shine bright but don't diminish the value of its companions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2885661514131227704?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2885661514131227704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2885661514131227704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2885661514131227704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2885661514131227704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/panoridim-pride.html' title='Panoridim pride'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1209075235590134328</id><published>2008-07-08T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:15:14.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Millenium</title><content type='html'>Please God!  Please help me to endure this season of Digicel's Falling Far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hating?  Not at all. But have you heard some of the contestants?  Damn!!! Damn!! I thought there was a law against cruel and unusual punishment?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've never been an ardent follower, usually I've been subjected to them because of my failure to ignore local television.  I don't follow American Idol either.  Get yourself a record deal and get on tv with a video like everybody else and I'll give you a few seconds listen just like everybody else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is equal but some are more equal than others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1209075235590134328?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1209075235590134328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1209075235590134328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1209075235590134328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1209075235590134328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/millenium.html' title='Millenium'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1885683057725183906</id><published>2008-07-08T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:00:56.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot o gold</title><content type='html'>We need some furniture so if... when I'm relegated to the couch, there's actually a couch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1885683057725183906?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1885683057725183906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1885683057725183906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1885683057725183906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1885683057725183906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/pot-o-gold.html' title='Pot o gold'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-926594952803349229</id><published>2008-07-08T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:56:48.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof?</title><content type='html'>So the little woman says to me today " I think I may be out of a job come August!"  However, I was in the bedroom and she was in the kitchen and the television was on so I pretended that I didn't hear.  Why?  Because sometimes I can be such a d*ck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is that she has been concerned about this since March and been voicing that fear since then.  I just didn't want to hear rumours again.  I just wanted concrete info in either direction because it means that we can now act in either direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be yo-yoed!!! Damn it if she's out a job, we're in a serious predicament!  Not starving to death but damn near close!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll bounce back, I know.  The first 5/12 I had no job and we lived off what she had and pinched some from savings.  She's marketable and so I don't expect that she'll be out of job for too long.  She may even be forced to concentrate on sorting out her PHd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like 'woe is me' so I just need to confirm where things are at so I can adjust my mind to what I have to face.  But unfortunately this is not just about me.  That's the part I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to find a way to move out of the dog house, cause as you can imagine, my answer was the wrong answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-926594952803349229?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/926594952803349229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=926594952803349229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/926594952803349229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/926594952803349229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/woof.html' title='Woof?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6598021952281876265</id><published>2008-07-07T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:28:01.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meddling, muddling, muttering</title><content type='html'>I'm not a meddler by nature.... at least not in the truest sense of the word. I actually try to avoid getting into ppl's business outside of the professional free-for-all.  But today I meddled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago two really cool friends of mine met and in turn became great friends.  I thought that if any two could work together, those two would.  Some how they didn't seem to see it... or perhaps I never noticed more significant happenings... after all, I just wasn't a meddler.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as large groups of friends will go, smaller groups will meet and flex until the larger group is a tenuous former link.  We all still get along and we're good; and that's good.  But the question kept coming back to me... why didn't so and so link up?  They are so missing out... so I thought.  One dubiously jubilantly occasion, after some whetting of the palate with coconut rum, my big mouth opened with the same question.  Naturally there were takers, coconut rum love suss and chat ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me gwaan wid my dumbass self fi decide seh mi a go henlighten mi fren dem bout dem dire mistake of not lookin dem one a nedda.  The only sensible ting I did was stopping after telling the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending to this story remains unwritten, not because I'm trying the sweedish writer's technique but because i just too disappointed wid meself for boldly going where I wasn't invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I know some of you will claim that I have fassed b4.  But really now guys.  If I was merely amusing myself at your expense that can't count?  It's when I'm serious that it counts don't it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6598021952281876265?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6598021952281876265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6598021952281876265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6598021952281876265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6598021952281876265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/meddling-muddling-muttering.html' title='Meddling, muddling, muttering'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2354692775557835274</id><published>2008-07-07T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:36:54.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Beijing</title><content type='html'>Flashback - Last Olympics I watched in horror as Bolt and Asafa thoroughly embarraaaaaassed me.  I promised them both a proper kick down as soon as I saw them a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - I am quite pleased with them both.  Bolt more so because he has grown the most.  It helps that 9.72s was done without steroids, genetic enhancements, 4400 rectal abuse, breeze a blow back a him... Di man mek di breeze himself (an a no fawt me a talk)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this Olympics because I see where we have a fantastic opportunity to see our athletes shine at the highest level.  I'm proud of them all.  I'm sorry that VC can't do her 100m thing for us, but damn these young girls are fast!! She did her personal best and came 4th.  It rough boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson Gay out with injury.  Him did a try run unassisted and hot up im foot!! Interesting.  I'm not so sure I'm quite pleased, I wanted him to be properly schooled in 100, 4 x 100, and 200m.  But a gift is a gift, don't look the gift horse in the mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2354692775557835274?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2354692775557835274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2354692775557835274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2354692775557835274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2354692775557835274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-to-beijing.html' title='Road to Beijing'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7029345305162115940</id><published>2008-06-22T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:54:15.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry Sherece</title><content type='html'>I never really knew her. I met her on-duty one night. The order was to take blood for Urea and electrolytes. I did and recorded the results. She was sporting a yellow brannula in her scalp. Her arms and feet were filled with the battle scars of many efforts to cannulate her veins during her lengthy hospital stays in Cornwall Regional Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on subsequent occasions for the same reasons. I found out that she had the new plague (HIV). She now had encephalopathy and nephropathy as a result. Twenty months old and not alive long enough to have earned her suffering, but suffering she was. We stopped trying to obtain the blood from veins... too many sticks and not enough success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By May she had been moved to the dreaded BED 1, where DIL (dangerously ill list) patients reside. We made her anemic with our blood testing/letting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, I was assigned to her ward and now I was seeing her daily and realising how many times for the day she was bled. How she was often left in her own vomit by the night staff bitch...errr nurses because they didn't want to have to clean her several times in one night. I remember calling one of them over and pointing out that "I can't take blood from her as she lies in a pool of her own vomit so please clean her now so that I can work". Then I stood there and watched as she took her own sweet time to do it because I was cutting in on her sleep time and after all, she calls on me during the night to work not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even cleaned her up myself on occasion because it was just too painful to see. A week ago she took a turn for the better. Started sitting up and crawling in her bed. I took a video on my cell phone because no one who knew her would ever believe me if I told them. She started pulling out her urinary catheter and IV lines. We had to bandage her arms. We took out the NG tube and fed her and she chewed. Now she cried when we took the blood instead of just moaning. Veins started popping up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she spiked and then spiked again. I repeated her blood culture.... No growth. Repeated her urine culture.... No Growth! She then slipped back down to where we knew her. NG tube back in and she was becoming dehydrated. Night staff not feeding her because when they do she vomits. I guess I would too if someone just poured all of my feeds down my throat in one go so they can hurry up and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we typed up a notice that they were to feed her smaller amounts more frequently so that she got the amount of feeds she was to get for the night without overwhelming her system in one go. Saturday morning she died while I went to collect results. They cleaned her up and called the family who live in MoBay, and whom I've not ever seen! They didn't have the bus fare to come to town so we had to tell them over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone gave the order to put her already wrapped body in a large red bio-hazard bag like she was a piece of f*ing garbage!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to protect others from her. But who was there to protect her from us?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7029345305162115940?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7029345305162115940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7029345305162115940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7029345305162115940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7029345305162115940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry-sherece.html' title='I&apos;m sorry Sherece'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4287137338611724466</id><published>2008-06-18T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:23:45.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really now</title><content type='html'>Due to increasing oil prices, 3 big airlines (American, USairways, United airlines) have &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25215159/"&gt;implemented charges&lt;/a&gt; for checked luggage. $15 for the first piece and $25 for the second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICALLY they want you to travel with only hand luggage.  Now when you couple this with the fact that food and liquids and deodorant and gels cannot be placed in hand luggage, where does that leave you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4287137338611724466?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4287137338611724466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4287137338611724466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4287137338611724466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4287137338611724466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-now.html' title='Really now'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2944549032941692751</id><published>2008-06-09T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:28:42.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme dis</title><content type='html'>Why is it that Jamaicans think that as soon as some tragedy befalls them that they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ought&lt;/span&gt; to be helped by their MP and they call for the government to come give them handouts and help-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my house bun down you think that I can go block road and call for my MP?  Hell if I did, those same ppl dun laugh and say that I have it and so I must sort out my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if government could respond to us like that but it's unrealistic!  That's why we have local civil authorities, church bodies and NGO's who step in to assist if they can.  And assist is what they do, they don't have to.  It's all choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the way you hear Jamaicans on tv talking you'd think that the world owes them assistance.  They need to look back and see what the hell they have given for their country that requires payback.  Votes for a politician?  That's between them and the politician!  Please don't involve my tax dollars in that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they gave up the criminals in their neighbourhood and then I heard they get burn-out I might be ammenable to my tax dollars being used in such weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against assisting.  I'm all for it!  We are our brother's keeper but that is by choice not by gun-point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2944549032941692751?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2944549032941692751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2944549032941692751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2944549032941692751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2944549032941692751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/gimme-dis.html' title='Gimme dis'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-673918067916224550</id><published>2008-06-07T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:17:17.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This year</title><content type='html'>So I watched the University's Singers concert yesterday.  It was a fabulous show.  I saw many faces that have been there through the years and many new ones.  I watched those faces intently and saw the expressions.  I saw when someone forgot which side to rock to and when the conductor counted in a little early and the choir didn't start with him but started on time.   I watched as some ppl had no rhythm dancing beside ppl who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't tell them that they were not having fun.  Of course a show may be tedious some days/nights.  But you are up on stage.. the lights... the music.... the audience... the exhilaration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!  I love watching it and I especially love being involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 11yrs that I have been a member of Panoridim I have never missed playing in a concert.  Even when I had to work out of town and had to come in on weekends to make practice, I played.  When I had serious exams coming up, I played.  I retired and came back with the mothballs, I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year 2000(love) I want to play but couldn't make the learning practices because of internship.  So this year I won't play.... and I'm depressed about it.  I won't play, I won't act, I won't be on that stage with the lights, the audience, the band members, in the midst of the music, the fun......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not amused!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-673918067916224550?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/673918067916224550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=673918067916224550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/673918067916224550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/673918067916224550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-year.html' title='This year'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5469016325884650014</id><published>2008-06-01T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:26:00.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The name game</title><content type='html'>Names I definately won't give my children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chlamydia (yes the yeast infection)&lt;br /&gt;2. Que-anna&lt;br /&gt;3. Ampronelle&lt;br /&gt;4. Evolt&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleverly&lt;br /&gt;6. Urine (pronounced You-Rhine-Y)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hernia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either they hate their children or ignorance is a bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5469016325884650014?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5469016325884650014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5469016325884650014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5469016325884650014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5469016325884650014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-game.html' title='The name game'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-9049888460595073231</id><published>2008-06-01T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:27:32.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like</title><content type='html'>A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   An American tourist  complimented the Mexican fisherman on the&lt;br /&gt;quality of his fish and asked how  long it took him to catch them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'Not very long,' answered the  Mexican'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch  more?' asked&lt;br /&gt;the American.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The Mexican explained that his  small catch was sufficient to&lt;br /&gt;meet his  needs and those of his family.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   The American asked, 'But what do you do with the rest of your&lt;br /&gt;time?'   'I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a&lt;br /&gt;siesta with  my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my&lt;br /&gt;friends,  play the  guitar, and sing a few songs... I have a full life.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The  American interrupted, 'I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can&lt;br /&gt;help you! You  should start by fishing longer every day. You can then&lt;br /&gt;sell the extra fish  you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a&lt;br /&gt;bigger boat.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    'And after that?' asked the Mexican.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'With the extra money the  larger boat will bring, you can buy a&lt;br /&gt;second one and a third one and so on  until you have an entire fleet of&lt;br /&gt;trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a  middle man, you can then&lt;br /&gt;negotiate directly with the processing plants and  maybe even open your&lt;br /&gt;own plant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   You can then leave this  little village and move to Mexico City ,&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles , or even New York City  ! From there you can direct your&lt;br /&gt;huge new enterprise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   ''How  long would that take?' asked the Mexican.'Twenty, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;twenty-five years,'  replied the American.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'And after that?''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really&lt;br /&gt;interesting, 'answered  the American, laughing. 'When your business gets&lt;br /&gt;really big, you can start  selling stocks and make millions!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'Millions? Really? And after  that?' said the Mexican.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'After that you'll be able to retire,  live in a tiny village&lt;br /&gt;near the coast, sleep late, play with your children,  catch a few fish,&lt;br /&gt;take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing  what you like&lt;br /&gt;and enjoying your friends.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   'With all due  respect sir, but that's exactly what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;now. So what's the point  wasting twenty-five years?' asked the Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Know  where you're going in life ..... you may already be there&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-9049888460595073231?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9049888460595073231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=9049888460595073231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9049888460595073231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9049888460595073231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like.html' title='I like'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2282521907557393538</id><published>2008-05-21T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:09:40.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up  to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes,and said, "I would like to  buy&lt;br /&gt;some cyanide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The pharmacist asked, "Why in  the world do you need cyanide?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, "I need it to poison my  husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have  mercy!&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the  law!&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of  bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her Husband in bed with  the pharmacist's wife.&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied,  "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2282521907557393538?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2282521907557393538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2282521907557393538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2282521907557393538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2282521907557393538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-calm-and-respectable-lady-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-353764830030896821</id><published>2008-05-18T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:09:48.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweedle dee dum</title><content type='html'>Reading the interview with Danville Walker in The Sunday Gleaner May 18, 2008 and this is what he had to say about the foll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What was your biggest surprise in the last 11 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: The remarkable similarities between the PNP and the JLP.  I have seen both parties in and out of government; I have run elections internally and externally for both and I see not much ideological differences.  I find that the PNP see themselves as career politicians, strongly aligned to academia and the university, and the JLP as a group of business-oriented part-time politicians who have come together to form a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I observe their intra-party relationships and those are the same.  Both love the country deeply, they are both patriots, with the same hopes and aspirations for the country.  What makes them different is that they see the road to success differently.  They implement things differently but they are all Jamaicans.  It's like the boundaries between them only exists in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how does that strike you?  Often we say that they are the same in that all politician a tief!  But I've never really heard both compared and spoken of nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you sit at the table with them and see how they work and think you have a different view from those of us who are on the receiving end of failed policies, human mistakes, and negative effects of external pressures.... Jaded to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regardless of allegiances, the answers lie in partnerships.  Times too hard for us to be squabbling.  When we sitting pretty on the rock then we can look back and muse about the rough edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, while I and I between a rock(JPS) and a hard place(NWC), I just want to know who answering my cry for help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-353764830030896821?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/353764830030896821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=353764830030896821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/353764830030896821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/353764830030896821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/05/tweedle-dee-dum.html' title='Tweedle dee dum'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4897945561999841342</id><published>2008-05-06T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:12:13.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new PDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEUSVBafyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-CphOrjgBGc/s1600-h/ipaq111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEUSVBafyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-CphOrjgBGc/s320/ipaq111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197457750075539234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got husband and wife PDAs  HP Ipaq classic 111(identical models actually).  Trying to get some accessories for it on-line.  Managed to get a 1GB SD card for it.  Installed my med programmes on it already and am to get some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey has decorated it with some themes.  She had a DELL Axim X3 before so she is PDA queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted to avoid the Blackberry craze because we both have such poor luck with phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them on my home network so we can surf with them and check mail.  Bluetooth enabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Because I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEcYFBafzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PAlnfVH-4oQ/s1600-h/printer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEcYFBafzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PAlnfVH-4oQ/s320/printer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197466644952809266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a printer: HP Photosmart C4380.  It is wireless enabled, with SD card slots and a small screen for viewing photos bfore printing from the cards.  Also has USB.  It is an all-in-one with scanner and copier.  Also set it up on my network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm at work most of the time and can't enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still building my AMD desktop system with my LAN party MoBo. &lt;br /&gt;I want an Imac 21".&lt;br /&gt;Do I need it all?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!!!  But damn it would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4897945561999841342?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4897945561999841342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4897945561999841342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4897945561999841342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4897945561999841342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-pda.html' title='My new PDA'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEUSVBafyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-CphOrjgBGc/s72-c/ipaq111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2680785944446577737</id><published>2008-05-06T19:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:26:53.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEMh1BafuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KJSYoL17elI/s1600-h/DV9730US.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEMh1BafuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KJSYoL17elI/s320/DV9730US.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449220270489314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP Pavilion DV9730US Entertainment Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Processor: AMD Turion 64 X2 2.20GHz (I am so an AMD fan)&lt;br /&gt;Bus speed: 1600MHz&lt;br /&gt;Level 2 cache: 2 x 512KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory: 3GB (expandable to 4GB) 667MHz DDR2 SDRAM (PC2-5300)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard drive: 250GB 5400RPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optical drive: Burns DVDs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen size (diagonal): 17" Widescreen (Maximum screen resolution  1440 x 900)&lt;br /&gt;Video memory: 1071MB (shared)&lt;br /&gt;Video card: NVIDIA GeForce 7150M&lt;br /&gt;Altec Lansing sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express card: Yes&lt;br /&gt;S-video out: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Media card slot: Yes&lt;br /&gt;VGA: Yes&lt;br /&gt;USB 2.0: 4&lt;br /&gt;Firewire: 1&lt;br /&gt;Infrared port: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Dial-up modem: Included&lt;br /&gt;Ethernet: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Wireless: 802.11a/b/g/n&lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth: No (so I had to purchase a Kensington USB bluetooth adapter)&lt;br /&gt;Built-in webcam: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS: Windows® Vista Home Premium w/ SP1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions&lt;br /&gt;Height  1.7 inches&lt;br /&gt;Width  15.2 inches&lt;br /&gt;Depth  11.2 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight  7.7 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a simple wireless optical mouse to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get away from the Vista on-slaught.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's an entertainment oriented system it comes with simple HP headphones and a remote control for the media centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a travel sleeve for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEOaFBafxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8-uycvnntn8/s1600-h/knapsack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEOaFBafxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8-uycvnntn8/s320/knapsack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197451286149758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it and a stylish knap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEOZ1BafwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mev7xH12ppA/s1600-h/knapsack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEOZ1BafwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mev7xH12ppA/s320/knapsack1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197451281854791426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sack. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEM31BafvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5gmrNoPQnvk/s1600-h/laptop+sleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEM31BafvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5gmrNoPQnvk/s320/laptop+sleeve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449598227611378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  My wife got an HP Pavilion dv6871us 15.4" Widescreen Entertainment Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pom_bulls"&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• Intel Core 2 Duo T5550&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• 320GB hard drive&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• Built-in wireless 802.11agn&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pom_bulls"&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• 3GB of DDR2 memory&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• Burns DVDs and CDs&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="pom_bulls_l"&gt;• Built-in webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Video, Harmon Kardon speakers, light weight, 15.4" viewable screen, Intel processor, better wireless mouse, same sleeve, laptop purse, otherwise same specs as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2680785944446577737?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2680785944446577737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2680785944446577737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2680785944446577737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2680785944446577737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-laptop.html' title='New laptop'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/SCEMh1BafuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KJSYoL17elI/s72-c/DV9730US.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2945420462440566264</id><published>2008-04-26T08:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:19:13.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassava(novice)</title><content type='html'>So our dear Minister of Agriculture has decreed that we need to become well acquainted with the mysterious tuber, Cassava.  He has encouraged us to plant Cassava on whatever little piece of land we have and then we are to purchase Cassava flour, Cassava bread, Cassava cookies, Cassava chips, bammy fries, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One farmer, who does not speak for the rest of us, pointed out that he has no intention of getting into Cassava farming because he doesn't know the difference between the poisonous variety and the edible one.  ....  There is a poisonous variety??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this minister ever seen a Cassava tuber?  Him know how to mek Cassava flour? Can he tell the difference between the good variety and the poisonous one?  Why him choose Cassava and not Yam?  We have at least 6 different type of Yam that any non-bumpkin can name and him choose Cassava?!.... The average person only know seh Cassava use fi mek bammy but have no idea how it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, let's switch to Cassava.  I went to the market and apparently the farmers weren't informed of the decision because I was unable to locate Cassava in any quantity that would supply any market demand.  The supermarkets don't have any Cassava bread, Cassava crackers, Cassava chips, Cassava flour, etc.... hell they don't have Cassava anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright lets not get anti-patriotic now.  It's time to band together and band our bellies.  Farmers you need to start planting cassava and the government will do their best to facilitate this new Cassava initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!!!!  Samuda jim-screechying (trademark acknowledged sir) round the corner and importing foreign rice.  Him mussi neva hear seh Cassava is king!  Him a try get them to drop di tarif pon di american rice.  So the show down between Uncle ben and KIng Cassi is looming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shaw decide seh import duty on vehicles, licensing fees on said vehicles fi increase.  But Motor Sales said that included in that list is the vehicles that the farmers typically purchase to facilitate their farmering!  So they will have to recoup those costs by raising the price on King Cassi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us, NHT mortgages will do us in before King Cassi makes his maiden voyage. So if you qualified at 6% and decided to 'tin mackerel it out' for a few yrs, yu cawna dawk now cause is 8% it gone to.  Dat mean that some ppl not going to be able to make payments and coupled with inflation rate and new taxes, gas price, protection fees due to spiraling crime, you could lose your house easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl gonna be pushed closer to the moral border-line.  Alternative schemes will flourish.  CP's demise won't be a deterrent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measly drop in transfer tax not enough to allow the rest of us to afford a piece of land to plant Cassava!  We can't even take up smoking to calm wi nerves and stave  off hunger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So minister Cassava-novice, before you make such decrees, please inform the rest of your comrades (since is Manley policies from the 70s you all enacting now) not to shoot holes in your plans before they get off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The learning curve on a new cash crop is about 2 yrs. What we to do till then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2945420462440566264?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2945420462440566264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2945420462440566264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2945420462440566264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2945420462440566264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/cassavanovice.html' title='Cassava(novice)'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-8357137345383392029</id><published>2008-04-18T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T04:44:53.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangential</title><content type='html'>So today I over-heard a conversation that went a little something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Him beat di pussy fi spell it name.  Him also tek off him belt and beat di cock fi fun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persons in the conversation then turned and asked me if that was normal behaviour.  I hoped they were being rhetorical.  They waited for me to answer.  I told them it was not ordinary behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why they needed to ask?  Then again in our culture why do they think this person is crazy?  When a popular DJ tells you to beat it beat it, the whole crowd rails... women louder than men. Cock it up jack it up, bedroom bully, ...   Why so violent towards such a delicate body part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such strange talk from a full blooded Jamaican.  The rude bwoy pledge mandates pussy flogging. No lotion, pet nor powder.  Sex is aggression, dominance, WAR!!!  But why is that after you have negotiated a mutually beneficial romp in the sack peacefully do we then employ guerilla tactics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you dare let her think you are soft with hugging and caressing.  Deal wid di matta or you are labelled a Wutliss Bway!  At the risk of being so labelled and losing card member privelidges in the Jamaican real man club, I must admit that bullying was never my preferred approach and after you get married you spend more time around the table negotiating free trade agreements across all fronts, for the free movements of goods and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have excellent negotiations skills!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for pussy battering and certainly I was never predisposed to cock beating; my buddy is a stand-up guy whom I've had no reason to disrespect, nor have I had the displeasure of befriending anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out that the conversation that started all of this was really about a young man who did indeed beat his pussy for not being able to spell it's name C-A-T. He also took off his belt and beat the KFC finalist for staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that they take him in for a full evaluation at Ward 21 and switch from self-medicating to potent prescription drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life....... it rough bwoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-8357137345383392029?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8357137345383392029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=8357137345383392029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8357137345383392029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8357137345383392029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/tangential.html' title='Tangential'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2885524119248406661</id><published>2008-04-16T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:21:21.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This or that</title><content type='html'>So I am flipping through the multitude of channels that I now have with the flow Ultimate cable package.  They skip many channels and some are in HD so I can't watch them.  Others are radio stations, so I can't watch them.  With all those channels I can still only watch one at a time.... two if you have PIP.  So what am I paying for?  Options.  Isn't that what we always pay premium dollar for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're born and your parents rush to register you at the top-dollar Prep schools because attending there will get you a good education?  That's only part of it.  Where you obtain your primary education will dictate or mediate where you obtain your secondary education.  That in turn is thought to influence where you go afterwards.  If you opt out, presumably you'd have made some good contacts that you can rely on later in life. Some schools push you to do many subjects at the secondary level and others couldn't care what you do.  Which means that some schools facilitate options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At university you choose a major and quite often a minor.... a just in case option.  This often after a 1st year that still forces you to do basic faculty courses that fundamentaly give you options.  Within your major are options.  When you leave you ought to have job options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You join a service club or extra-curricula activity to socialize.... me thinks not!  Sub-consciously you are opening up your options.  You start courting and if ppl like you S.O. they tie the knot for you.  If not, they want you to keep your options open.  Some ppl keep their options open unbeknownst to their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl pick up habits so that they can have a say in when they die, Russian Roulette style.... smoking, drinking, free-basing, whoreing, politicking, ...  Some ppl like a sure thing like eating poorly (fast food), certain occupations like medicine, law, police work, working with asbestos,.... Either way, it's still options!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we like options so much?  Because the two most significant occassions in our lives are birth and death and with those we have no choice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2885524119248406661?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2885524119248406661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2885524119248406661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2885524119248406661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2885524119248406661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-or-that.html' title='This or that'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3073173422753649399</id><published>2008-04-04T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:27:16.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>So I decided to apply for a credit card.  I already have accounts at NCB and VMBS so I decided to diversify and go for a BNS card of some sort.  Now I have never had my own credit card although I was on my father's CITIBANK credit card very briefly as a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife which one she would suggest.  She said go for the Scotia Magna Mastercard.  It's dual currency and you get reward points for its use.  So I walked in and asked for info.  They gave me a long list of things I would need to complete the application process.  I told the agent that I just started working so I couldn't furnish 3 payslips.  Then I went through the rest of the list and told them what I could or couldn't accommodate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later I gathered what I had and went back to them.  Gave them what I had and the agent looked at me with disbelief.  Apparently i didn't get the memo that it's a priveledge to be chosen to have a credit card.  I asked her how often ppl get turned for credit cards and she said not often if they have the correct documents.  She said most times they just give it at a lower limit.  They apparently start at $30K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I walk out cause my take on it is that if they turn me down it's their loss really cause I don't have any dependence on a card and they need to sell me the drug and allow me to get that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my card arrives in the mail.  I open and see that my starting limit is just over 1/4 mil.  I figure that's pretty decent until my wife looks at it and tells me that as a long time customer her limit was just finally moved to $75K.  She's not amused at the obvious preferential treatment being meted out especially since I didn't satisfy all the application requirements.  I shrug my shoulder cause at the end of the day she gonna take my card and spend if she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that in Mandeville the banks offer unsecured loans to Drs. few questions asked.  Car loans are also quite easy I hear.  Funny how the world no level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel special?  Always did... doctoring don't make a difference.  Am I gonna milk this for all it's worth?  Perhaps... but right now i don't give too much thought to it cause easy come easy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the ride?  Always do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3073173422753649399?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3073173422753649399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3073173422753649399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3073173422753649399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3073173422753649399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2060570450520919103</id><published>2008-04-04T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:09:44.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it flow.....</title><content type='html'>Obviously it means I now have flow.  Now I am not making any claims for flow nor am I giving testimonial about them because I've only had them for about 8hrs now and I am just testing it out cause they installed while I was at work.  But it is an amazing feeling to know that I am back on-line after an 8 mth hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's right.  I haven't had internet access at home for the past 8mths.  At first I thought I was just going to roll over and die...  That didn't happen.  I survived with the odd borrowed login times at my mom's house, at Kelly's parent's house, at the medical library, on the secretary's computer at the hospital .... late at night...  It was a pathetic existence, but that's what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I promise blogging as before?!  Not likely, but I can enjoy this reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How special is this?  I'm breaking out the Bailey's survival pack for this occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what?  This is my 1st weekend off in 4mths!!!  Bailey's anyone?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2060570450520919103?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2060570450520919103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2060570450520919103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2060570450520919103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2060570450520919103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-flow.html' title='Let it flow.....'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-865783069077700739</id><published>2008-02-29T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:01:55.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing of consequence</title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of work I started having 1 red stripe at the end of the day.  Except on duty days when I'd have 2 on post-duty night.  I thought that was a worrying habit but quite satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went from General medicine to Neurology and Endocrine at the same time.  Supposedly lighter services... I left work earlier than General medicine but still not in enough time to do anything suggestive of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this rotation is supposed to be the worst of the lot and that Internship is the worst time of your entire medical career, but this really bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work fast and then near quitting time I get a call of more stuff to be done.  So what happens.... I leave late and once again can't do a damn thing.  Truth be told I probably should run away in the middle of the day and get some stuff done and then come back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I slipped out (asked someone to cover for me for an hour) and dropped my wife to the airport (sniff sniff I miss her) and returned.  It then occurred to me ... perhaps that's why I keep noticing people disappearing in the day and reappearing in the evening.  So if I'm so smart why hasn't this occurred to me before?  Simply because I fear that as soon as I leave something significant will happen and you'll hear that he wasn't on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!!  Sometimes I just exasperate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I forgot to check on my patient who was being told by his family about the passing of his wife while he was in hospital.  The Psychiatry resident didn't think it would be a big deal..  It's only that they've known each other all their lives (72 yrs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-865783069077700739?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/865783069077700739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=865783069077700739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/865783069077700739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/865783069077700739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-of-consequence.html' title='nothing of consequence'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2159707211989959532</id><published>2008-02-04T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:08:16.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for an Exceptional, Superb &amp; Powerful Life!</title><content type='html'>1.) Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you&lt;br /&gt;walk, smile. It is the ultimate antidepressant.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;2.) Sit  in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy&lt;br /&gt;a lock if you  have  to.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;3.) Buy a Tivo (DVR), tape your late night shows and  get&lt;br /&gt;more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;4.) When you wake up in the  morning complete the&lt;br /&gt;following statement,  "My purpose is  to___________ today."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;5.) Live with the 3 E's -- Energy,  Enthusiasm, Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;6.) Watch more movies, play more  games and read more&lt;br /&gt;books than you did last year.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;7.) Always pray, read your bible, make time to exercise&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;8.)  Spend more time with people over the age of 70 and&lt;br /&gt;under the age of  six.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;9.) Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;10.) Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and&lt;br /&gt;eat  less foods that are manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;11.)  Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat&lt;br /&gt;blueberries, wild Alaskan   salmon, broccoli, almonds &amp;amp; walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;12.) Try to make  at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;13.) Clear your  clutter from your house, your car, your&lt;br /&gt;desk and let new and flowing  energy into your life.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;14.) Don't waste your precious  energy on gossip, energy&lt;br /&gt;    vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts  or things you&lt;br /&gt;cannot control.  Instead, invest your energy in the  positive present&lt;br /&gt;moment.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;15.) Realize that life is a  school and you are here to&lt;br /&gt;learn.  Problems  are simply part of the  curriculum that appear and fade&lt;br /&gt;away like algebra class ......but the  lessons you learn will last a&lt;br /&gt;lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;16.) Eat  breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and&lt;br /&gt;dinner like a college  kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;17.) Smile and laugh  more. It will keep the energy&lt;br /&gt;vampires away.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;18.) Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;19.) Life is  too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;20.) Don't take  yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;21.) You don't  have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;22.)  Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;23.) Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea  what&lt;br /&gt;    their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;24.)  Ladies -  Go on and burn those "special" scented&lt;br /&gt;candles, use the 600 thread  count sheets, the good china and  wear our&lt;br /&gt;fancy lingerie now.  Stop  waiting for a special occasion.  Everyday&lt;br /&gt;is special.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;25.) No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;26.) Frame every so-called disaster with these words:&lt;br /&gt;"In  five years, will this matter?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;27.) Forgive  everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;28.) What other people think of  you is none of your business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2159707211989959532?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2159707211989959532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2159707211989959532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2159707211989959532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2159707211989959532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/tips-for-exceptional-superb-powerful.html' title='Tips for an Exceptional, Superb &amp; Powerful Life!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7856731667924670359</id><published>2008-02-03T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:59:50.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray</title><content type='html'>I pray each morning when I get up that I will have the strength to face the day.&lt;br /&gt;I pray as I get ready for Him to take this cup away.&lt;br /&gt;I pray in the car on the way work&lt;br /&gt;I pray that despite the weighty work my duties I won't shirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray as I approach each patient that I'll do the best I can&lt;br /&gt;I pray that whatever I do still fits His master plan&lt;br /&gt;I pray that He'll hasten the passage of time&lt;br /&gt;I pray to go home early... is that such a crime?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my patients will get better and to their home quickly go&lt;br /&gt;I pray that if not, their passage won't be slow&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'll not become cold...er just to get through&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all of you will pray for me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7856731667924670359?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7856731667924670359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7856731667924670359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7856731667924670359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7856731667924670359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-pray.html' title='I pray'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4906383607575900354</id><published>2008-01-07T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:53:59.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor? to date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nola.... I was quite surprised at your offer to bgin working as a doctor in your lovely institution.  I was alarmed at first working on a public holiday and missing out on the New Year's Eve parties and the festivities of the day.. but I managed for the first 4hrs.... till I heard that duty began at noon instead of 4pm as I expected.  Sheeeeaaaat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then sited I.V. lines and took blood till a fool.  This ain't doctorin?!  Wait are you saying to me that I am supposed to see the patients and clerk them as well as write up their dockets and fluid charts and medication charts?  When did that happen?  When exactly do I do that running between wards as nurse after nurse calls and Residents call to give me further instructions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Hamil... a patient is unresponsive on Ward #."  Excuse me!  So I run there and take over CPR.  Didn't call the resident.  The nurses then asked me if I wanted to give adrenaline.  "If you think it would help!"  Quite decisive doctor Hamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So are you gonna pronounce the patient now doctor?  It has been 30min."&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeaaaat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Hamil work is until 4pm. &lt;br /&gt;-But I'm post call.  I haven't slept. &lt;br /&gt;--Welcome to the dawn of the real!&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left work 8:30pm and didn't finish what I was supposed to do.  Got home and slept till morning.  Got up just in time to get ready for slave..eeerr... work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Where are the results?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have them&lt;br /&gt;--When do you plan to get them?&lt;br /&gt;-Soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left work 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Where are the results&lt;br /&gt;-Here in my little book&lt;br /&gt;--You care to put them in the docket so that others may have the use of them?&lt;br /&gt;-So that's how it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On duty again.  No sleeping that night.&lt;br /&gt;Doc this guy has hick-ups.....&lt;br /&gt;well let him sleep it off&lt;br /&gt;That's what's stopping his sleep&lt;br /&gt;ooopsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc mi chest!&lt;br /&gt;Ok your heart is beating fine and your lungs are clear so it must be indigestion.  Voltaren in your ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get trace off by PMSing resident over following my Consultant's instructions cause it didn't suit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired.... get back to work.  Almost finished what I was supposed to do... almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday for pete's sake.  Hi ho!  Hi ho!  Get your ass on tha cawner!!  Almost finished my work again today.  I just can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off nearly killing a patient.  Ended by completing my work.  It only took me 7 days to get on-top of my work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!  I hear voices now!!  Sounds like many people talking from all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I may start answering prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  No I don't think that I have become god-like.  It is sarcasm of such a high order that it is best left alone.  TB and KG can feel me on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4906383607575900354?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4906383607575900354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4906383607575900354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4906383607575900354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4906383607575900354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2008/01/doctor-to-date.html' title='Doctor? to date'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4968549466979992670</id><published>2007-12-31T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:05:16.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Married life thus far</title><content type='html'>The wedding was great.  The honeymoon was greater. We came back to prepare for Dean.  Not much happened for us or to us in Dean.  Water and Electricity back in 2 days. Then elections and then She went away for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of marriage then set in:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My side of the bed is any part that she is not currently using.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she rolls on-to my pillow, ownership is immediately transferred to her.  &lt;br /&gt;I may proceed to sleep on my jowls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fan will be turned off if she gets cold despite the fact that it is easier to cover with a sheet and warm-up than for me to use my imagination to cool myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes were moved out of the dresser to make way for hers.  I've opted to keep them in a plastic container in the closet to make her feel guilty... to date it hasn't worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1/4 the closet space for clothes and shoes... including my plastic container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookcase is mine though!!  Ha ha ha (maniacally)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPS says the water heater need only be on for 1/2 hr before use.  She says otherwise.  I learned that JPS is wrong ..... if I know what is good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to wash everything before it goes into the fridge.  I learned that breaking this rule or over-doing it is not good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that there is a channel 68 (TLC).  Apparently once selected all others refuse to work.  Mysteriously 43 (SPIKE) works when she is not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... I've just learned that doing this post is not good for me because it puts my wife in a bad light when in reality that is not really the case.  The last statement was not forced in any way... and this disclaimer was made freely.... if I know what is good for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4968549466979992670?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4968549466979992670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4968549466979992670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4968549466979992670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4968549466979992670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/married-life-thus-far.html' title='Married life thus far'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5289076832163645487</id><published>2007-12-31T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:39:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mumble jumble</title><content type='html'>I realise that its a week late but MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!!!  I heard that it's not 2008 (hate) but 2000-Love cause dats what we promoting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing to go to work for the first time in 5yrs.  Real work, with ID and salary, not the "volunteer ism" I been doin at the various hospitals they have sent me to.  Now I actually get paid to take abuse... like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared out of my mind!!!  What di hell have I gotten myself into?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know it will be alright.  It has to be.... aunty Em.... there is no place like home....(click click) there is no place like home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disjointed thoughts and i can't claim inebriation... Now that just plain sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I buy 2 pants (literally) and two shirt and 2 tie fi wear go a work.  But I tink seh I gonna wear back di Bush Jacket dem cause di po-po recognise yu fasta inna dem dan inna shirt and tie and ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on duty new year's night and every Friday night in January. Welcome to Jamrock!!  I just have to accept that this year of my life will be donated to this cause.  I am looking forward to the second year and actually hope this one goes by rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season was rather low keyed.  Spiritually I actually just focussed on the coming and then I failed to properly rejoice on the day cause I was busy running ragged from church to church performing like a travelling minstrel.  Then the other days just slipped by.  No STING for me this year.... again!  Damn it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I still didn't make it to the beach and I didn't finish the Nintendo game and I didn't finish the novels and I didn't finish my garden work that I planned and I didn't finish the work in the house I wanted to do and I didn't finish building the website and I didn't finish watching all the movies I have been collecting and I didn't finish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNIVAL 2009 anyone?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5289076832163645487?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5289076832163645487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5289076832163645487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5289076832163645487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5289076832163645487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/mumble-jumble.html' title='mumble jumble'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1745628674249335902</id><published>2007-12-15T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:29:09.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JFJ?</title><content type='html'>Jamaicans for Justice?&lt;br /&gt;Justice For the JLP?&lt;br /&gt;JLP for Jamaica?&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica for JLP?&lt;br /&gt;Junior Force of JLP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK half of those make no sense but I still have to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so vocal over the past 5 yrs that it annoyed me... not because of what they stood for but because they kept bringing up issues that were never fully resolved and I was quite angry about the lack of Justice.  I noticed a little JLP slant but it could just as well have been an anti-PNP slant which works out to the same thing when voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then since elections, &lt;br /&gt;1. We murdering Police pon rapid.  &lt;br /&gt;2. 12 Ppl dead in 1 night&lt;br /&gt;3. Portmore toll going to raise&lt;br /&gt;4. Heathrow slot still sell off &amp; di minister went 2 the shin-dig &amp; partied like a rock star  &lt;br /&gt;5. FFM (Fake Finance Minister) announced some interesting accounting practices (moving money from 1 account to look like earnings in another "That's standard Accounting procedure")&lt;br /&gt;6. PM's travel budget in 3mths is 50% of Portia's 12mth budget&lt;br /&gt;7. Trade minister importing foreign rice and want tax exemption status instead of getting it from Guyana, all based on what 1 local distributor told him... him never even bother to talk to Guyana first.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cane Farmers and workers getting bailed out before disaster strikes&lt;br /&gt;9. Free health care to be announced and no increase in staffing to support this increase in demand on the system  &lt;br /&gt;10.PM fires PSC cause him never want Vacianni &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but this all reminds me of the bungling of the former administration and all in a shorter time.  The only thing listed there that makes any kind of sense is the preparation for the bail-out of the cane industry and that is being pro-active.  However, they declared that they inherited zero funds from the PNP and yet they have and are spending like bloody rock stars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is JFJ??!!  Is it that all is well now?  I have to ask!  Then Gomes comes on television last night and speaks for the first time since elections.  What does she say?.... "The PM is well within his right to fire the PSC because their appointment is a political one and has always been".  No big deal?!  Is she for real?  Even the media has picked up on it and asks the same question.  Well apparently their true agenda has been revealed and they may as well disband because JAMAICAS HAVE FINALLY FOUND JUSTICE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned if you do :  Damned if you don't&lt;br /&gt;Rock             :  Hard place&lt;br /&gt;PNP              :  JLP&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Pot      :  Fire&lt;br /&gt;JFJ              :  Deal with the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1745628674249335902?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1745628674249335902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1745628674249335902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1745628674249335902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1745628674249335902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/jfj.html' title='JFJ?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2693225407128159192</id><published>2007-12-08T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:56:10.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R1sE18fqVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DSlpC7wuEss/s1600-h/Personalized+Doctor+Figurine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R1sE18fqVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DSlpC7wuEss/s320/Personalized+Doctor+Figurine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141708724392056450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am now a doctor.  Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2693225407128159192?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2693225407128159192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2693225407128159192&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2693225407128159192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2693225407128159192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R1sE18fqVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DSlpC7wuEss/s72-c/Personalized+Doctor+Figurine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-9053498409723326005</id><published>2007-12-06T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:37:10.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>Ethical dilemma resolved!!  The ppl have spoken.  Let's hope they... we don't stop there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-9053498409723326005?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9053498409723326005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=9053498409723326005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9053498409723326005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9053498409723326005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-790060727035688337</id><published>2007-12-05T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:36:17.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio-active breeze</title><content type='html'>I should change my blog title to Bashment SoapBox because over the years that's what it has served me as.  Yes I have posted canon-fodder (jokes and other crap) but it is the SoapBox effect that I have enjoyed it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at a cross-roads?  Aren't we always!?  But that's not my motivation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to vote today in our Local Government Elections.  First of all I did not even know who the candidates were.  That meant I couldn't sincerely vote based on past efforts or future promises.  My vote would be relegated to partisan preference.  Now that created a dilemma.  Vote for the ruling party so that they would control both the Upper and Lower levels and theoretically could get more done.  Or vote for the Opposition so that one party doesn't have all the power but run the risk that they can't get anything done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't share what I decided but I did notice that nearly 3 hrs after the opening of the polling station I was the 16th person to vote in my polling division.  That's tragic.  It may be interpreted that others avoided the ethical and moral dilemma I faced by not turning up or that they just never saw the need to 'exercise their franchise'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it means that in this country we are in serious trouble and we have no interest in doing anything about it.  It is difficult to look at the faces of the current crop of politicians and waste your time voting for any of them.  But it is ludicrous to not get involved at some level to at least force them to acknowledge that the electorate really does have the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sceptic, Sweet words mean nothing to me.  Promises even worse.  I am only willing to listen to something that sounds realistic; so it must include a problem statement, possible solutions, difficulties to be faced based on solution and then the overall cost to me.  Anyone who tells me that they can fix whatever problem we are facing on a macro-level, in short order with minimum difficulty may make an appointment with my secretary to kiss my a$$!!  Any time of day is fine, I'll make myself available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that we the people have to fix the problems and we are not willing to even face that fact much less mount a reasonable assault on the various problems.  If we can all just come together and .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........(Crack!!) ........ My soap box just crumbled under the weight of my BS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to do my part despite the deeeeeep sense of futility of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-790060727035688337?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/790060727035688337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=790060727035688337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/790060727035688337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/790060727035688337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/bio-active-breeze.html' title='Bio-active breeze'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6272885798155278328</id><published>2007-12-03T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:52:41.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...where are you?</title><content type='html'>Pre-September 2007 I heard so much from the JFJ (Jamaicans For Justice) about the crime situation and the Police injustices being meted out willy -nilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post PNP admin departure and they are silent.  Has justice been served?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picking off the police one-one so I guess that solves the Police brutality problem or does it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We investigating the PNP for all their excesses or are we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We allowing the banks to squeeze the unregulated investment companies out of business... taking poor ppl's money with them on the way down... but weren't these the same companies that funded the JLP campaign after Portia turned down their proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no money in the kitty at all: nada, zip, squat.... and yet they have paid out in excess of 2Billion since in power.  Bruce's travel expenses in 3 mths is equivalent to 50% of Portia's annual travel budget.  We called her's excessive... Is Bruce's own justifyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening with the slots at Heathrow?  Have we rescued them from the evil forces of skeletor.... oops I mean Branson?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Petro-Carib still being cancelled or we working with it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the backside has really changed and what has happened since?  100 days gone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mi did deh a STING mi woulda backle hevry artist weh come pon stage at dis point cause mi woulda want back mi money to R@$*&amp;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6272885798155278328?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6272885798155278328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6272885798155278328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6272885798155278328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6272885798155278328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-are-you_03.html' title='...where are you?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3521246080225444778</id><published>2007-12-03T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:51:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...where are you?</title><content type='html'>Pre-September 2007 I heard so much from the JFJ (Jamaicans For Justice) about the crime situation and the Police injustices being meted out willy -nilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post PNP admin departure and they are silent.  Has justice been served?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picking off the police one-one so I guess that solves the Police brutality problem or does it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We investigating the PNP for all their excesses or are we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We allowing the banks to squeeze the unregulated investment companies out of business... taking poor ppl's money with them on the way down... but weren't these the same companies that funded the JLP campaign after Portia turned down their proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no money in the kitty at all: nada, zip, squat.... and yet they have paid out in excess of 2Billion since in power.  Bruce's travel expenses in 3 mths is equivalent to 50% of Portia's annual travel budget.  We called her's excessive... Is Bruce's own justifyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening with the slots at Heathrow?  Have we rescued them from the evil forces of skeletor.... oops I mean Branson?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Petro-Carib still being cancelled or we working with it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the backside has really changed and what has happened since?  100 days gone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mi did deh a STING mi woulda backle hevry artist weh come pon stage at dis point cause mi woulda want back mi money to R@$*&amp;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3521246080225444778?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3521246080225444778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3521246080225444778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3521246080225444778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3521246080225444778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-are-you.html' title='...where are you?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5874571197306721403</id><published>2007-11-22T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:10:51.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Until.....</title><content type='html'>1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The main reason that Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, 'where's the self-help section?'  She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What if there were no hypothetical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a deaf person signs swear words, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself lf, Is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do forest rangers go to 'get away from it all?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wag es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does the little mermaid wear an algebra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How is it possible to have a civil war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you ate both pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Whose cruel idea was it for the word 'lisp' to have 's' in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Why are hemorrhoids called 'hemorrhoids' instead of 'assteroids'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 If you spin an oriental person in a circle three times do they become disoriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Can an atheist get insurance against acts of god?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5874571197306721403?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5874571197306721403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5874571197306721403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5874571197306721403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5874571197306721403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/11/until.html' title='Until.....'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5778267787735867922</id><published>2007-11-20T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:20:53.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In honor of this holy season" Saint Peter said,&lt;br /&gt;"You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. &lt;br /&gt;He flicked it on. "It represents a candle", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may pass through the pearly gates" Saint Peter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He&lt;br /&gt;shook them and said, "They're bells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter said "You may pass through the pearly gates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and&lt;br /&gt;finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, "And just&lt;br /&gt;what do those symbolize?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "These are Carols."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So The Christmas Season Begins......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5778267787735867922?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5778267787735867922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5778267787735867922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5778267787735867922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5778267787735867922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/11/three-men-died-on-christmas-eve-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-825703740490543393</id><published>2007-11-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:07:06.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting if its true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. The Garden of Eden was in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;2. Mesopotamia, which is now Iraq was the cradle of civilization!  &lt;br /&gt;3. Noah built the ark in Iraq &lt;br /&gt;4. The Tower of Babel was in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;5. Abraham was from Ur, which is in Southern Iraq! &lt;br /&gt;6. Isaac's wife Rebekah is from Nahor, which is in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;7. Jacob met Rachel in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;8. Jonah preached in Nineveh which is in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;9. Assyria, which is in Iraq, conquered the ten tribes of Israel&lt;br /&gt;10. Amos cried out in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;11. Babylon, which is in Iraq, destroyed Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;12. Daniel was in the lion's den in Iraq !&lt;br /&gt;13. The three Hebrew  children were in the fire in Iraq (Jesus had been in Iraq also as the fourth person in the Fiery Furnace!)&lt;br /&gt;14. Belshazzar, the King of Babylon saw the 'writing on the wall' in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;15. Nebuchadnezzar, King of Babylon, carried the Jews captive into Iraq&lt;br /&gt;16. Ezekiel preached in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;17. The wise men were from Iraq&lt;br /&gt;18. Peter preached in Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;19. The 'Empire of Man' described in Revelation  is called Babylon which was a city  in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have probably seen this one: Israel is the nation most often mentioned in  the Bible. But do you know which nation is second? It is Iraq. However, that is not the name that is used in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names used in the Bible are Babylon, Land of Shinar, and Mesopotamia ... The word Mesopotamia means between the two rivers, more exactly between the Tigris And Euphrates Rivers.  The name Iraq, means country with deep roots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Iraq is a country with deep roots and is a very significant country in the Bible. No other nation, except Israel, has more history and prophecy associated with it than Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, This is something to think about: Since  America is typically represented by an eagle. Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages: The following verse is from the Koran, (the  Islamic Bible) Koran (9:11) - For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.. The  wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; And there was peace.  (Note the verse number!) Hmmmmmmm?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was sent to me.  Now although the biblical references are more or less implicating truth, it fails to reveal the follow up which shows the fall of the eagle.  The sons of Abraham ( including Ishamel, Abraham's first child and fore-father of Mohammed and thus Islam) are all to be favoured.  I say mek dem gwaan with dem war and lef me outa dat!!!  Israel and Iraq a fambily and mi no bizniz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-825703740490543393?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/825703740490543393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=825703740490543393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/825703740490543393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/825703740490543393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-if-its-true.html' title='Interesting if its true'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4021489000139677446</id><published>2007-11-06T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:54:55.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(sigh)</title><content type='html'>I don't always understand my father..... but I do love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4021489000139677446?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4021489000139677446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4021489000139677446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4021489000139677446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4021489000139677446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh.html' title='(sigh)'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6853139929728780013</id><published>2007-11-04T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:39:39.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men don't write advice columns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dear Walter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can help me here. The  other day I set off for work leaving my&lt;br /&gt;husband in the house watching the TV  as usual. I hadn't gone more than a&lt;br /&gt;mile down the road when my engine conked  out and the car shuddered to a&lt;br /&gt;halt.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back home to get my  husband's help. When I got home I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;believe my eyes. He was in the  bedroom with a neighbor lady making mad&lt;br /&gt;passionate love to her.&lt;br /&gt;I am 32,  my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years.&lt;br /&gt;When I  confronted him, he tried to make out that he went into the back yard&lt;br /&gt;and  heard a lady scream, had come to her rescue but found her&lt;br /&gt;unconscious.  He'd  carried the woman back to our house, laid her in bed, and&lt;br /&gt;began CPR. When she  awoke she immediately began thanking him and kissing him&lt;br /&gt;and he was  attempting to break free when I came back. But when I as ked him&lt;br /&gt;why neither  of them had any clothes on, he broke down and admitted that he'd&lt;br /&gt;been having  an affair for the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to stop or I would leave him.  He was let go from his job six&lt;br /&gt;months ago and he says he has been feeling  increasingly depressed and&lt;br /&gt;worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I  gave him the ultimatum he&lt;br /&gt;has become increasingly distant. I don't feel I can  get through to him&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Can you please  help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.. Sheila Usk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear  Sheila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused  by a&lt;br /&gt;variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no  debris&lt;br /&gt;in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the  vacuum&lt;br /&gt;pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves  the&lt;br /&gt;problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing  low&lt;br /&gt;delivery pressure to th e carburetor float chamber.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this  helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6853139929728780013?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6853139929728780013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6853139929728780013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6853139929728780013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6853139929728780013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-men-dont-write-advice-columns.html' title='Why men don&apos;t write advice columns'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-104434805469474524</id><published>2007-10-19T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:58:15.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;A husband was in big trouble when he forgot his wedding&lt;br /&gt;anniversary. His wife told him, "Tomorrow there better be&lt;br /&gt;something in the driveway for me that goes zero to 200 in two&lt;br /&gt;seconds flat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the wife found a small package in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral arrangements for the husband have been set for Saturday.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-104434805469474524?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/104434805469474524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=104434805469474524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/104434805469474524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/104434805469474524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/10/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-204284413071717537</id><published>2007-10-19T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:49:15.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Useless (and maybe incorrect) Facts #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;There are two credit cards for every person in the United&lt;br /&gt;States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without kneecaps.  They don't appear until the&lt;br /&gt;child reaches 2-6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of&lt;br /&gt;the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton&lt;br /&gt;growers in the 30s lobbied against hemp farmers.  They saw it as&lt;br /&gt;competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years 7 months and 6 days, you would have&lt;br /&gt;produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. If you&lt;br /&gt;pass gas consistently for 6 years and 9 months enough gas is&lt;br /&gt;produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the&lt;br /&gt;body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe too many people saw the movie, "Arachnophobia.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you are more likely to be killed by a champagne&lt;br /&gt;cork than by a poisonous spider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the TONGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-204284413071717537?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/204284413071717537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=204284413071717537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/204284413071717537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/204284413071717537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/10/even-more-useless-and-maybe-incorrect.html' title='Even More Useless (and maybe incorrect) Facts #3'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3319792648428314913</id><published>2007-10-12T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:50:01.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear ye! Hear ye!</title><content type='html'>MAN LAWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Under no circumstances may two men share an  umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following  circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master. (b) The moment  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1192144493_19" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Angelina&lt;br /&gt;Jolie&lt;/span&gt;  starts unbuttoning her blouse. (c) After wrecking your boss's car.&lt;br /&gt;(d) One  hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into "The Crying Game".(e) When&lt;br /&gt;she is using her  teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be  legally&lt;br /&gt;killed and eaten by his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unless he murdered someone  in your family, you must bail a friend&lt;br /&gt;out of jail within 12  hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is  off&lt;br /&gt;limits forever unless you actually marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Moaning about the  brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is&lt;br /&gt;forbidden. However complain at will  if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No man shall ever be required to  buy a birthday present for another&lt;br /&gt;man. In fact, even remembering your  buddy's birthday is strictly&lt;br /&gt;optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a  strip bar of the birthday&lt;br /&gt;boy's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. On a road trip, the  strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the&lt;br /&gt;weakest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When  stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may&lt;br /&gt;ask the score of  the game in progress, but you may never ask who's&lt;br /&gt;playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You  may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought&lt;br /&gt;her to climax.  If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of&lt;br /&gt;flatulent  entertainment, she's officially your&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It is  permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're&lt;br /&gt;sunning on a  tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model&lt;br /&gt;and only when it's  free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you  allowed&lt;br /&gt;to kick another guy in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Unless you're in prison,  never fight naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever.  Issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't  see&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be  treated as&lt;br /&gt;spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability  to drink&lt;br /&gt;as much as the other sports watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A man in the  company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must&lt;br /&gt;remain sober enough to  fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice  of&lt;br /&gt;pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you compliment a  guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking&lt;br /&gt;about his choice of  beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of  yours,&lt;br /&gt;except if she's withholding sex pending your response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting&lt;br /&gt;weights (a)  Yeah, Baby, Push it! (b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder! (c)&lt;br /&gt;Another set and  we can hit the showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you  are both waiting in&lt;br /&gt;line/walking in, washing hands/using dryers. after that  point all&lt;br /&gt;conversation is put on hold. For all other situations, an almost  imperceptible&lt;br /&gt;nod is all the conversation you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Never allow a  telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer&lt;br /&gt;than you are able to have  sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Hang up if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend"&lt;br /&gt;have  carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and&lt;br /&gt;guilty is  no reason for you not to nail each other again&lt;br /&gt;before the discussion occurs  about what a big mistake it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. It is acceptable for you to drive  her car. It is not acceptable for&lt;br /&gt;her to drive yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Thou shalt  not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green,&lt;br /&gt;orange or sky  blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The girl who replies to the question "What do you want  for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1192144493_20" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;?"  with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1192144493_21" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;. End&lt;br /&gt;of  story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. There is no reason for guys to watch &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1192144493_22" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Ice  Skating&lt;/span&gt; or Men's&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics. Ever. We've all heard about people having  guts or balls. But do you&lt;br /&gt;really know the difference between them? In an  effort to keep you&lt;br /&gt;informed, the definition of each is listed below:"GUTS" is  arriving home&lt;br /&gt;late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your  wife with a&lt;br /&gt;broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are  you&lt;br /&gt;flying somewhere?" "BALLS" is coming home late after a night out  with&lt;br /&gt;the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, &lt;br /&gt;slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're&lt;br /&gt;next!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this clears up any confusion,&lt;br /&gt;-The International Council  of Manhood, Ltd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3319792648428314913?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3319792648428314913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3319792648428314913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3319792648428314913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3319792648428314913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye! Hear ye!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3188846218414490362</id><published>2007-09-04T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:44:12.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness peeps!!!  It's been soooooo long!!!  I almost feel as if I betrayed you all.  But I have very good explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finished school and then got some stupid resit.  So I guess I didn't finish school.  Resits in med are an automatic 6mths sentence.  I guess if you knew your GP failed an exam you'd also want to know that his/her ass went back to school and got the info drummed into their skull.  So I guess I'll not belabour that point and get in to the intricacies of the unfairness of the system and power to the student and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Arguing with them about having to repeat and actually starting the repeat process overlapped into the get ready to get married process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Then I got married In August and that was a phenomenal event and I would need too much time to get into the proper details of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Moved into my new place and started married life..... sans internet access...... que???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's right!  Not even a single byte floating around.  I have to resort to the 45min admin controlled access on campus each day.  And the occasional good will of my family..... now that I've left behind the creature comforts of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off again.  Time constraints and all... (I really can't believe this...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3188846218414490362?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3188846218414490362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3188846218414490362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3188846218414490362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3188846218414490362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7836493467986579045</id><published>2007-07-19T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:10:49.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibbles!!!</title><content type='html'>KUALA LUMPUR (Reuters) - Malaysian police were left red-faced after a man who abandoned the theft of a $280,000 Porsche for lack of fuel attempted the crime a second time and drove the sports car out of a police station, local media said.&lt;p&gt;The suspect had first attempted the theft on Monday at a luxury car showroom in northern Penang state, local papers said. Dressed smartly in a suit and tie, he asked for the car keys and promptly sped off, smashing through the glass windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The car was later found abandoned a short distance away, its fuel tank empty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The New Straits Times said the man kept the keys and returned with a canister of petrol to a local police station where the car had been towed. He drove off with the Porsche, ditching it later after he discovered roadblocks had been set up to stop him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Police were hunting for the suspect, the paper said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So weh yu seh dibbles?  Im coulda neva try dat out ya so cause yu woulda mus ketch im di 3rd time?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7836493467986579045?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7836493467986579045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7836493467986579045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7836493467986579045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7836493467986579045'/><link rel='alternate' 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&gt;&lt;b&gt;bubble, one prick, all  gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who run in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;front of  car get tired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who run  behind &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;car get  exhausted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man with hand in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;pocket feel cocky all  day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Foolish man give &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;wife  grand piano, wise man give wife upright  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;organ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who walk  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;through airport turnstile sideways going to  Bangkok.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man with one  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;chopstick go hungry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who  scratch ass &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;should not bite  fingernails.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who eat many  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;prunes get good run for  money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Baseball is wrong:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;man with four balls cannot  walk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Panties  not &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;best  thing on earth! But next to best thing on  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;War does not  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;determine who is right, war determine who is  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Wife who put  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;husband in doghouse soon find him in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;cathouse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who fight with  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;wife all day get no piece at  night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It take many nails &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;to  build crib, but one screw to fill  it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who drive like &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;hell,  bound to get there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who  stand on &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;toilet is high on  pot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who live in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;glass  house should change clothes in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;basement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who fish in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;other man's well often catch  crabs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Man who fart in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;church sit in own  pew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Crowded elevator &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;smell  different to midget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   lang="0" &gt;&lt;b&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6040448869725599305?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6040448869725599305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6040448869725599305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6040448869725599305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6040448869725599305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Every part of you ached for their touch&lt;br /&gt;2.   Your whole body tingled at their touch or anticipation of their touch&lt;br /&gt;3.   You curl up in a ball on the floor in withdrawal pains when they are not around&lt;br /&gt;4.   Inhibitions... what's that?&lt;br /&gt;5.   You can't eat, sleep, get them out of your head, focus, etc...&lt;br /&gt;6.   You don't even want to touch yourself because there is no way it could compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   You lose your breath in their presence&lt;br /&gt;2.   The whole world grinds to a halt as you watch them walk towards/away from you&lt;br /&gt;3.   Your whole life is thrown in confusion and yet seems so clear when you place them in it&lt;br /&gt;4.   Your priorities change or become clearer&lt;br /&gt;5.   All the stupid love clichés suddenly seem so perfect to say and believe&lt;br /&gt;6.   You have entire conversations in your head to them but out loud ne'er utter a word&lt;br /&gt;7.   You find religion..... perhaps even God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1598536208499825662?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1598536208499825662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1598536208499825662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1598536208499825662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1598536208499825662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6485326536669906056</id><published>2007-07-08T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:29:27.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Route canal</title><content type='html'>About 20 years ago I chipped my left 2nd incisor on my bed head while repeatedly 'kin-poop-a-licking'.  Thought nothing of it and life continued. 5 years later the dentist decided that I ought to have it capped/filled to protect it from 'cavity creeps'.  I refused, he spoke to my mum, I got a cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later it fell off.  It was replaced, then it fell off within the warranty time , so the replacement was free.  It fell off again and they decided to stem the flow of freeness.  So the tooth was shaved and shaped to allow the filling to fit better.  During the process I realised that their anaesthetic agent didn't work for me, even at 2.5X the regular dose (talk about grin and bear it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cap fell off outside of the warranty.  I thought of the drill and needles and popped that sucker back in.  Since then it has slipped out and I've pushed it back in.  I went back in 2000 for a check-up and having generated enough courage I decided to have the cap replaced.  However, my regular dentist wasn't there and in her stead was a Cuban dentist who made me bleed from between every tooth. I spat so much blood I thought it was a Mike Tyson fight, either that or I was in an Ice Hockey game and no one reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore off dentists (silly me) and later decided that I just needed to avoid him.  In 2006 they told me that he no longer worked there, so I returned and had my teeth cleaned.  At that time I found out that they no longer did free dental examinations (now worth $2000). Perhaps I should have ponied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday gone my capped tooth starts feeling weird/super-sensitive.  I watch it like any other 'real' man would hoping that it would sort itself out and not require any real attention.  Thursday I made an appointment to see the dentist as I realised that in this heat I could not drink cold liquids because the sensitivity increased to sharp explosive type pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new dentist informed me that I must be grinding my teeth and so I weakened the filling cause it to crack and the nerve was now exposed.  She deadened the area and I prayed with all my might that the anaesthetic would work this time around.  It did and I could have kissed her.  She drilled and filled and fashioned and shaped and when she was done, my mouth was numb as was my nose but my tooth looked great.  I congratulated her on great work, paid them the pound of flesh dripping with blood and went my merry numbed way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anaesthetic wears off and pain kick me dung!  I can eat but only drink through a straw and its straight up and down the hatch... no time to even taste.  I make an appointment for Saturday and I go in.  They decide they want to x-ray the tooth and they see that the cap put on Thursday is encroaching on the pulp space and irritating the nerve.  the recommendation is root canal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeds to explain what it is all about and explain that I need to see the specialist to have it done.  I ask if I may be rendered unconscious for the procedure and he says that its no longer necessary to do it like that.  I explain to him that I really wasn't asking about the necessity from his perspective but from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to give me Cataflam in the mean time.  Cataflam is sweety fi real pain. I declined and decided to tough it out like a man.  Now that I can't eat or drink, toughing it out seems like an ass-eeediat thing to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently drinking wine out of a straw as a more pleasant pain reliever. I am so screwed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6485326536669906056?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6485326536669906056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6485326536669906056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6485326536669906056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6485326536669906056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/07/route-canal.html' title='Route canal'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7739761322085912920</id><published>2007-06-05T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:47:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found that....</title><content type='html'>Innocence ends with childhood, but naivety lasts forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7739761322085912920?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7739761322085912920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7739761322085912920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7739761322085912920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7739761322085912920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-found-that.html' title='I&apos;ve found that....'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4115950117133163083</id><published>2007-06-04T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:36:00.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing your grip</title><content type='html'>I recall that ~13yrs ago I used to be so adamant about on-line music piracy and software piracy in general.  A friend of mine reminds me how my brother and I came down so hard on him for borrowing CDs and running them all off instead of purchasing his own.  I don't recall the actual conversation but it sounded like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened that has sent me 180 degrees?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember purchasing my software and then having the support removed because I was out of the continental US.  Over and over I did this and got shafted.  Then I started using the on-line free versions of software programs, only to have them get bought out once their popularity soared.  Things were so bad that for several months I had no antiviral programme and was a sitting duck.  Even had my machine hacked!  But I had comfort in the fact that I owned over 300 original CDs.... that I never listened to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the downward spiral began with a search for music that I wasn't able to locate in the stores... old songs.  Then I started getting remixes of originals that I already owned.  Then albums I had bought were stolen from my house and when I replaced them, they got stolen again.  Now I was pissed!  It seemed to me that the right thing to do was not yielding the results it ought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a documentary about artistes making money from the tours since the record companies were shafting them.  Since they were now making money I started justifying getting their music for free.  Then I started going for whole albums, then whole discographies, then video clips and then whole movies .... I turned it into an art!  Worse I was now doing it because I could and not because I had any specific need.  Sounds like an addiction doesn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how sin starts.  You get tempted, perhaps when you are down on your luck after trying very hard to do the right thing, or perhaps at a time when you haven't even thought about the situation properly.  You know it's wrong but you give the talk a listening ear just to see what is being said.  Then you start to justify the action or thought.  Having reconciled yourself to the single action you then justify it a bit further or convince yourself that since you dun gone wrong you might as well continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from this spiral downwards is no easy task.  You now have a familiar behaviour that is second nature to you and you must now cultivate a new behaviour to replace it.  But most times the new behaviour, although the correct track, is not as much fun and is down-right difficult to maintain.  The failure rate is high simply because you have to get to 100% sustained in the opposite direction until it becomes the comfortable behaviour.  That's denying yourself quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tad easier if you have distractions to replace it with systematically, such as Methadone used to step down from Heroin.  But it has to provide a similar effect to replace the original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our own we fight this really hard battle that leaves too many scars to claim victory.  But having someone to help you makes the journey that much easier.  Of course if your habit is nothing you want to cop to then who will hold your hand along the way?  Only God is comfortable enough to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I contemplate repenting of my downloading addiction, I encourage you to examine your life in turn and see what we can give up together in spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4115950117133163083?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4115950117133163083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4115950117133163083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4115950117133163083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4115950117133163083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/06/releasing-your-grip.html' title='Releasing your grip'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7875490032480522673</id><published>2007-05-21T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:47:55.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's meeeez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/bashmentbass" title="Check out this user&amp;#39;s profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user01/10/10/05/101005_10010044116.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7875490032480522673?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7875490032480522673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7875490032480522673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7875490032480522673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7875490032480522673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-meeeez.html' title='It&apos;s meeeez!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1666697893449890857</id><published>2007-05-14T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:39:29.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At first...</title><content type='html'>At first I thought the story was about high school students.... until I read it!  Mi cyaaah stop laugh at everything from start to finish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;Students cursed by principal - Called 'parasites' for not bringing gifts on Teachers' Day    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                     &lt;!--Begin Kontera--&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A group of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; grade-six students who did not give their teacher&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a gift on Teachers' Day last Wednesday were lined up and given a brutal tongue lashing by the school's&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; principal,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; THE STAR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; has learnt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Students at the Mineral Heights Primary School&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in May Pen, Clarendon, were allegedly called 'parasites' and 'worthless' because they did not give their teacher a gift. The students were cursed by the principal although some gave extra money towards a treat held for the teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The students who brought gifts were called one side class by class and there were 10 students who didn't bring any gifts in my daughter's class. The principal told them they were worthless and they are parasites," one parent told &lt;b&gt;THE STAR&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said her daughter, who witnessed the tongue lashing, said even when one student told the principal that she gave extra money for the party, the principal did not stop cursing them. "You give Mr. .... name of teacher) some cake and some ice cream&lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and when him reach home him sh*t it out," the parent said the principal is alleged to have said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said her daughter was so hurt by the statements that she and other students&lt;a id="KonaLink4" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.discoverjamaica.com/shop/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; started to cry even though they were not being cursed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maureen, another parent who did not want her correct name to be used, said that her child told her about the incident but she thought he was lying . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"This trip&lt;a id="KonaLink5" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never have it, I didn't even remember the date. They (two sons) have a good relationship&lt;a id="KonaLink6" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with their teachers so I told them to just hug and say happy Teachers' Day," Maureen told &lt;b&gt;THE STAR&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said later, her son came home and told her that the principal cursed him and other students because they had not taken gifts. "Mi son seh 'Mommy, I was there, but I thought he did not hear right,'" she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mother further said she did not believe that the principal would really say that to the children and said, "If mi go over there and hear say him really say that, then I would believe." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;When &lt;b&gt;THE STAR&lt;/b&gt; tried to get a comment from the principal on Friday, we were told that he had left early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, Mayor of May Pen&lt;a id="KonaLink7" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Milton Brown, who is also chairman of the school board, said he is aware of the incident and has since met with the principal who will meet with the parents and students who were affected with a view to sorting out the issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;He also said counselling&lt;a id="KonaLink8" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be provided for everyone at the school who has been affected by the incident. "We are dealing with it and it will be sorted out," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But some residents are outraged and want the principal dismissed. "This is not the first time. I heard he has said other questionable things and you can't have someone like that making an impact on children," one resident said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1666697893449890857?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jamaica-star.com/thestar/20070514/news/news1.html' title='At first...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1666697893449890857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1666697893449890857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1666697893449890857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1666697893449890857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-first.html' title='At first...'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1951147843691439126</id><published>2007-05-14T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:47:33.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's laughing now ..........?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - 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share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/63/46/31/634631_107258a8f41464avcx6739.JPG" width="500" height="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5167034865601776513?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5167034865601776513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5167034865601776513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5167034865601776513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5167034865601776513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-should-i-be-famous-one.html' title='So should I be the famous one?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7876165204301876512</id><published>2007-05-04T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:57:39.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. What time did you get up this  morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; 5:45am .... got  morning prayers with family and out for 7am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;2.  Diamonds or  Pearls?  &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neither is edible so what is the  point?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;3. What was the  last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ghost rider......I can't  even comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;4. What is your favourite TV show? TV Shows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's that  box with the light and makes noise.... What will they think of  next!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;5. What did you  have for breakfast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's that food eating ritual thing I keep hearing about that ppl  do in the morning... where do they find time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;6. What is your  middle name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanjo, Leslie,  Omar, and sometimes Jomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;7. What is your favourite cuisine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A weh dem get  dem big wud fram?  Yu cyaah seh food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Right now its my SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;8. What foods do  you dislike? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;9. Your favourite  Potato chip? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiyah pon pitata!!  A  banana/cassava/breadfruit/plantain chips wi a  defen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;10. Favourite CDs you've been listening to  lately? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahhhmmm.... a very wrong mix of  dancehall clash  tunes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi breda cyar,  mi SO cyar, mi cousin cyar, .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;12. Favourite sandwich? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favourite one to lust after or to  eat cause is bread and cheese been runnin it from wah  day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;13. What characteristics do you despise?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; Bad mind!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;14. What are your favourite clothes? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fruit &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;15. If you could  go anywhere in the world on vacation, where WOULDN'T you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; War torn areas&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;16. Favourite  brand of clothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi  nuh bizniz wid name brand or even brand new... matta a fact mi nuh like  clothes&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;17. Where would  you want to retire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beach house... minus maskitah!&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;18. Favourite time  of day? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice cream time, lovin time, my  time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;19. Where were  you born? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bashment island  Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;20. What is your favourite sport to watch? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;women mud and  oil wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;21. Who do you think will not send this back? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi nuh kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;22. Person you  expect to send it back first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi nuh kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;23. Pepsi or Coke? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;both clean  rust off car engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;24. Beavers or Ducks? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......I  believe both are edible but duck is filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;25. Are you a morning person or night owl? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;night hawk  forced to be a morning duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;26. Pedicure or Manicure? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A jus  Galicure wi deal wid... man  a bad man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;27. Any new and  exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;. What did you  want to be when you were little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a  doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;29. What is your  best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt; memory? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;racing the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;30. Piercings?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; left ear  twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;31. Ever been to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only with  Toto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;32. Ever been toilet papering? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dat commodity too expensive fi waste so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;33. Been in a car accident? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah an it  neva pretty... damn taxi man....bullet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;34. Favourite restaurants?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chez  hamil dem sell food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; weh weird but wonderful...clearly mi nuh too  fussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;5. Favourite  flower? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baking flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;36. Favourite ice cream? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pralines and  cream, coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;37. Favourite fast food restaurant? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chez hamil, dem mek cheese sandwich wid salad  dressin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;38. How many times did you fail your drivers  test? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 time.  Then on the 3rd try im couldn't bother so im  mek mi drop im up a road and sign di paper&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;39. From whom did you get your last e-mail? &lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; penis henlawga ppl dem&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... dats about  it. Don't know why dem keeps writin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;40. Which store would you choose to max out your  credit card? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Credit...?  what name so?  Mi is a broke ass  hombre! Mi cyah max out mi ATM cause dem nuh allow silver withdrawal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountains&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; or  Ocean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mountain view hot right about now, so ocean blvd a di lick&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;42. Who are you  most curious about their responses to this? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi nuh  kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... you ask too much  question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;43. Last person  (s) you went to dinner with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giselle, Gillian, Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;44. How many tattoos do you have?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ink fi go pon paper not skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;45. How many  people are you sending this to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi nuh kno...  yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;46. What time did  you finish this e-mail? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi nuh kno....... too damn  faasss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;47. Favourite  magazine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;48. If you could  meet any famous person, who would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi nuh kno... I don't seem to think they are that special any more&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;49. If you could  choose another first name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;what would it  be? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;None, mi like fi mi own right about now&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: windowtext;"&gt;50. If you could  change your profession right now, what would you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FX trading and be rich Beeatch!&lt;span class="556593715-27022007"&gt;&lt;span class="885080516-27022007"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7876165204301876512?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7876165204301876512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7876165204301876512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7876165204301876512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7876165204301876512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/getting-to-know-me.html' title='Getting to know me'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1587831867763488830</id><published>2007-05-01T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:15:41.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I surprised?!</title><content type='html'>The latest is &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/drugs/candymeth.asp"&gt;flavoured crystal Methamphetamines (Meth)&lt;/a&gt; to capture the kids market and ensure sales for the next 20yrs ... or till they burn down their houses cooking it for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside......  I was sitting minding my business till my cousin said something to me and it turned into a discussion about cricket.  I didn't realise that I had so much venom for them in my heart till I was speaking non-stop cursing the current West Indies team and selection board.  When I finished my chest hurt, my throat hurt, she and her husband were standing there for however long and their sleeping daughter was now awake and fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post what I said because although it had been tamed down , it was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parting words....  the  selection board needs to go and so does the team.  Scrap dem bag a eeeeeediat dem and start from scratch with the current crop of school boys.  Pay is performance based... we don't need you as a player... you are replaceable and if you muck it up, demotion back to local level cricket..... if dem want you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1587831867763488830?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1587831867763488830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1587831867763488830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1587831867763488830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1587831867763488830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-surprised.html' title='Am I surprised?!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-8834538864703778363</id><published>2007-04-27T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:19:25.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>So Alec Baldwin is involved in a 6 year custody battle with his ex-wife, Kim Bassinger.  He calls his daughter and can't reach her so he leaves an angry message calling her a "&lt;a href="http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=entertainmentNews&amp;storyid=2007-04-27T005831Z_01_N26163506_RTRUKOC_0_US-BALDWIN-APOLOGY.xml&amp;amp;WTmodLoc=NewsArt-R1-MostViewed-1"&gt;thoughtless pig&lt;/a&gt;".  The message 'somehow' makes its way to the internet and is soon heard all around the nation.  A Family Court judge suspends his visitation rights after listening to the tape and he is to return to court to see how else they can restrict his parental rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we in the West Indies only worried about being called "thoughtless pigs"!   How many children would be out of a home if denied parental rights over jack shit like dat?!  Dat country set some presidence for some stupid shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di man is not above the law but if he called his daughter's cell phone under the expectation of privacy and left that tame ass message (I woulda let fly some wud pon har had I been sufficiently provoked) he obviously is not a danger to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what the hell do I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-8834538864703778363?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=entertainmentNews&amp;storyid=2007-04-27T005831Z_01_N26163506_RTRUKOC_0_US-BALDWIN-APOLOGY.xml&amp;WTmodLoc=NewsArt-R1-MostViewed-1' title='Ridiculous'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/8834538864703778363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=8834538864703778363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8834538864703778363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/8834538864703778363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2513508937170955151</id><published>2007-04-22T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:05:05.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh before I forget.....</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep its another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped liking b'days when I was about 13 when reality stopped being suspended for me on that day.  It's the natural order of things and it had to happen.  It's a sign of getting on in years,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I try to hide under my bed from the day and all it entails.  But I am constantly harassed for being selfish in not allowing persons to help me celebrate.  I try to explain that they don't have to because I am not but that never appeases them.  so I stopped and I decided to try and enjoy the effort persons make to make it special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, I don't spend my b'day doing stuff I like to do... I don't suspend my own reality!  Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because folks.... I was spoiled as a child!  I enjoyed many different things. I never asked for the fab but got it... clearly not like what they do on MTV, but fantastic enough for me.  Although I am easily pleased I never made any attempt to please myself.  So my failure to enjoy my birthday in the last 10 years is as a result of my own failure to make it special for myself.  I depended on the hype of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that revelation, I have become energised because ideas started flowing and the rest of them that God will bless me with will be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU OLD BOY!!  YOU ARE THE EPITOME OF BASHMENT!&lt;br /&gt;Dun kno!  Dun talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RitdTcN9k6I/AAAAAAAAADI/SlzzTdBq3wo/s1600-h/dads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RitdTcN9k6I/AAAAAAAAADI/SlzzTdBq3wo/s320/dads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056237595227165602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2513508937170955151?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2513508937170955151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2513508937170955151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2513508937170955151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2513508937170955151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-before-i-forget.html' title='Oh before I forget.....'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RitdTcN9k6I/AAAAAAAAADI/SlzzTdBq3wo/s72-c/dads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7329164820018994240</id><published>2007-04-22T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T07:19:08.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A song of perseverance</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time as the story goes&lt;br /&gt;there lived far away in the Highlands&lt;br /&gt;A big brawny Scot&lt;br /&gt;who spent quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;of his time with a famous spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His army had been defeated&lt;br /&gt;in battles 2 and 3&lt;br /&gt;and so he'd fled to make a bed&lt;br /&gt;in a cavern beside the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here dwelt a spider&lt;br /&gt;dangling from a silken thread&lt;br /&gt;dangling there in the air without a sign of life revealing&lt;br /&gt;for the spider was only hiding&lt;br /&gt;an attempt to reach its hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after a time he started to climb&lt;br /&gt;till he nearly reached the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeen down came the spider&lt;br /&gt;nearly to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to climb&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;will he make it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes he will, no he won't....... x 3&lt;br /&gt;He's done it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7329164820018994240?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7329164820018994240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7329164820018994240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7329164820018994240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7329164820018994240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-of-perseverance.html' title='A song of perseverance'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-2951459043673720530</id><published>2007-04-09T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:21:12.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance my a$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.  "All rise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.  "You sir, have been summoned to this Court today to determine how much you plan to pay for child support."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.  "Warrah wah!?  Afta mi no ave no pickney!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.  "Silence!  It has been brought to our attention that you intend to have sexual relations with your girlfriend and the possibility exists that you may end up fathering a child by her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. "But pupa Jesus, oonu mad!  Mi not even buy boots yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.  "Silence!  You have the equipment and the intent to use it so you need to begin paying child support in case a child should be produced from your union.  Think of it as insurance!".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;(soon come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance, glorious Insurance!....... The biggest scam I have ever come across!  Granted, for those who actually get a payment out of them, I'm sure they are quite pleased that they had insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical situation is that you purchase your car and you're told that you must purchase insurance in order to operate the vehicle legally on the nations streets. Private roads are not covered.  Now you paid $1M for the vehicle and they will gladly agree with you even though they know that if you should wreck it as you leave their parking lot they would have subtracted 10% for possession depreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they charge you $100K for annual insurance.  OK, that's only 10% of the car value... Yah!!  At the end of the year, if nothing happens, they keep it and you have to pay them another $100K. That's hardly fair, give me back some of it!  Nope! Because they need it to pay those who had accidents (or so they say) and their overhead and then profit of course. Perhaps they will make a few deductions from that for not actually claiming on them and you'll get $5K off your next annual premium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if something had happened.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhpnmhXdjeI/AAAAAAAAADA/MdHiydvIz1c/s1600-h/CarInsurance-AmbitiousParking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhpnmhXdjeI/AAAAAAAAADA/MdHiydvIz1c/s320/CarInsurance-AmbitiousParking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051463843538898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they send you to evaluate the damage.  Then they have their own approved assessors evaluate the damage, knowing that they are more likely to go with their own person's assessment.... unless of course your guy decides to make a ridiculously lower than cost repair.  Then they tell you that you are responsible for the first $25K.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?!  I thought I had insurance to cover the cost of repairs?!  Why am I finding my own money now on top of what I paid to you?  I did report an accident right... not a purpose!  Hell if I did it on purpose I wouldn't be here!  I drive an AUDI S4/ Jetta 1.8T/ WRX/ Evo X/ Altezza!  Do you really think that I would wreck it on purpose? OR I drive a swift/oxford morris!  Do you think I can find $25K upfront? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as if they are punishing you for being in an accident.  All of a sudden you are guilty till proven .....Hell you're guilty forever, because your premium is increased because you claimed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about house insurance?  Same damn story!  Buying a new house?  You're screwed!  Gotta have insurance.  Do those who capture land pay insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term insurance!   Set for a specific period offering a pre-arranged coverage.  You pay and if nothing happens at the end of the period, they keep the money and you rest easy knowing that had something happened you.... oops not you but your beneficiary would have made a bundle..... At term you keep my money?  To claim on it I must be shot to hell, literally!  That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance plays on fears!  It encourages an unhealthy fearful reliance on ifs and maybes!  The WHAT IF!  and JUST IN CASE! factors are overpowering!  Rapists and mobsters use the same scare tactics.... ok, maybe that was a bit harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSURANCE SUCKS!!  Now excuse me as I go pay mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-2951459043673720530?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/2951459043673720530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=2951459043673720530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2951459043673720530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/2951459043673720530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/insurance-my.html' title='Insurance my a$$'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhpnmhXdjeI/AAAAAAAAADA/MdHiydvIz1c/s72-c/CarInsurance-AmbitiousParking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7711695664550551287</id><published>2007-04-09T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:46:53.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing turned on?</title><content type='html'>Men yield to Arousal!&lt;br /&gt;Women yield to Desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true the above is but it sounds like a fair enough statement... of course there will always be exceptions and extenuating circumstances and the myriad of counter statements....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday in the big big miggle day in church... I am half in/out of church as is my custom.  One of the young ladies giving a reflection that day on The Seven Last Words of Jesus Christ sits next to me.  I know of her and I've been introduced.... Don't ask me for her name, that info was not there.  She got up to present and I notice that something is odd about the pattern on her skirt.... wait a minute.... the pattern is not on her skirt but under it.  Damn!!!  At this point I can't help but notice that her legs are decent looking.  A ground lizard runs by and I'm back to&lt;br /&gt;focussing on the foliage outside. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhnmoRXdjcI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsbfj3N05rc/s1600-h/HKY+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhnmoRXdjcI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsbfj3N05rc/s320/HKY+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051322036603686338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Catholic Church so there is lots of standing and sitting and kneeling ( you don't have to understand why... just accept it).  One of those periods of standing I noticed that the gulf between us has narrowed to a gap.  No big deal.  There's still room.... yikes!  No there isn't!  WTF she's leaning on me!!  I'm about to freak.  I start to look down at her to see if I can figure out why it is that she has initiated a Vulcan Mind-meld.  She appears unperturbed and my glance down reveals boobies peaking back up at me.  So now I gotta avert my eyes.  So I can't look to see what's wrong, and it's not an appropriate time during the service to be striking up conversation and then I remember the lace boy shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the honourable thing and shift ever-so-slightly to see if she is stably leaning on me or dependently leaning.  Yep... she's dependently leaning.  So I shift back cause I can't afford for her to fall.  Nothing happening inside the church is registering in my brain.  Worse she leaning along physiologically embarrassing lines and it was beginning to respond.  I willed it down.... it kissed its teeth and said "my time now"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make tiny shifts and incremental rotations to get her out of the line of fire, I am thinking to myself that this is so stupid and I should just ease her up and mek she balance pon har owna 2 foot weh she gat!  She shifts and eases up.... sweet relief.... then she falls back into me, nullifying all the movements I just made.  Time to sit again... sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stand again so I take 2 steps forward... she on her own.  She steps forward and leans on me again.  I lean away, she teeters, I lean back.  Finally she sits.  I ask her if she is feeling ok and she explains that she didn't eat and so she is feeling weak... (that would explain the leaning).  I immediately switch into doctor mode and that was the end of arousal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to lean, but there was no reaction.  No fogging of the mind due to arousal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now had it been a dude who leaned on me, church or no church, he'd have scarfed on some knuckle sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhnqyxXdjdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mxcFOg_JorY/s1600-h/knucklesandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhnqyxXdjdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mxcFOg_JorY/s320/knucklesandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051326615038823890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently arousal makes a world of difference to how we respond.  I didn't get myself in trouble but certainly my response was blunted.  I'll have to think back and see how arousal has gotten me into trouble in the past.... (if I have to think this hard then obviously it was wishful thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now I remember her name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7711695664550551287?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7711695664550551287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7711695664550551287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7711695664550551287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7711695664550551287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/men-yield-to-arousal-women-yield-to.html' title='Is this thing turned on?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RhnmoRXdjcI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsbfj3N05rc/s72-c/HKY+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-578980211661886368</id><published>2007-03-31T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:20:48.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we actually get away with this?</title><content type='html'>Be the perfect girlfriend…&lt;br /&gt;By Jon Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese and Ryan fizzled out, Britney and K-Fed fell apart, and when the dust cleared, all that remained of each blessed union was a crisp pre-nup to divvy up the belongings. Which got me thinking, Why rely on a legal document to fix the end of a relationship when I can use one to create the ideal relationship? So here it is; my contract for the perfect girlfriend. Laugh at it if you will, ladies, but you are about to get some startling insights onto the male mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, [print your name here] (heretofore referred to as “The Lady”), being of sound mind, have entered into a relationship with [print guy’s name here] (heretofore referred to as “The Man”). By signing below, I hereby agree to abide by all the rules as set out within this contract in perpetuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause 1: Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The Lady will eat more than a side salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The Man will not be expected to plan every date. He will be chivalrous, but he will not be the cruise director of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. If The Lady would like to attend an event that she knows The Man will despise, she is advised to do so with other people (See Clause 5: Extra-Curricular Activities). However, should she deem a night at the ballet, opera, or foreign movie house to be a necessity within the scope of the relationship, she should make plans (transportation, tickets, etc.) for this evening herself.&lt;br /&gt;By accepting this Lady-partisan date, The Man will be guaranteed one (1) date on which both parties participate in an activity of his choice—including, but not limited to: Attending an athletic event, watching a martial-arts movie, or going out for a large BBQ dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause 2: Dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The Lady will never discuss an ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2-a above may be broken if The Lady mentions a deep and abiding flaw in the ex-boyfriend, while also discussing ways in which The Man betters said ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. If The Lady wants something or wants to know something, she will ask. There will be no hints or guessing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Any cute nicknames that The Lady has devised for The Man will never be spoken in public. See Clause 6, Section a, Subsection 3 for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, The Lady may not devise any nickname that includes a diminutive or that is spoken in baby-voice (e.g., “Little John” or “Snuggle Bear”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause 3: The Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. During moments of physicality, The Lady will voice her wishes so that The Man knows how best to make her enjoy the experience. This is expected not only for her sake, but for his. The Man is a prideful being. He wants to know he can do everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The Man reserves the right to his favorite side of the bed at all times, no exceptions. He may permit The Lady to rest on his chosen side if he wishes, but should he find himself tossing and turning at 3 a.m., it his right to reclaim said side with no ill will from The Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause 4: Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The Lady will not ask The Man to meet her family until at least one month of dating has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Upon meeting The Man’s mother, The Lady will try to learn as many of Mother Man’s recipes as possible. And yes, The Man likes his chicken that dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause 5: Extracurricular Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The Man will be guaranteed at least one Guys’ Night per week, chosen at his discretion. He will also retain at least two extra “floating” Guys’ Nights per month in case of an important sporting event or should an impromptu post-work visit to the bar arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The Lady can never be angry with a man for attending Guy’s Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. The Lady will not call The Man more than once per Guys’ Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. The Lady is encouraged to go out with her own friends as a means for keeping her independence and sense of self. However, there are ground rules for these engagements:&lt;br /&gt;She will not ask The Man to attend any event on the day of a televised athletic match, any event that involves the phrase “pot luck,” or any event that celebrates the birth of a child, impending or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;She will not expect The Man to attend a gathering solely because the boyfriend/husband of The Lady’s Friend will also be in attendance. Misery does not make good company.&lt;br /&gt;No. Ex-Boyfriends. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clause 5: Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Should the two parties remain together long enough to reach Relationship Level: Serious, The Man understands that he will, at some point, be called upon to vocally express his appreciation of The Lady in the strongest method possible. When the time comes, the following rules shall govern the use of Those Three Words Which Shall Not Yet Be Spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady will be the first party to speak the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;She will do so clearly and while making eye contact so that The Man knows it is he who is being spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady will allow the man at least five (5) minutes to respond in kind. This reprieve does not mean he doesn’t feel the same way, only that he is apt to be flustered, frightened, and suddenly stricken with cotton-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;After the first time the Man arranges the words “I,” “you,” and “love” into a sentence, he will not be required to do so in response every time The Lady speaks the phrase. The Lady will also accept “Me, too,” “Ditto,” or a high-five in return.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady will never speak the three-worded phrase when The Man is in the presence of either friends or coworkers. This is done out of respect for the mockery that is sure to result should he be forced to reciprocate while with said company.&lt;br /&gt;By signing below, you agree to all rules as laid out in this contract, effectively guaranteeing that you will make The Man a truly happy person for the rest of his life, or until you realize that he is a loser who requires his girlfriends to sign legally binding documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Print your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-578980211661886368?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/578980211661886368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=578980211661886368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/578980211661886368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/578980211661886368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-we-actually-get-away-with-this.html' title='Can we actually get away with this?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-6204411233593045594</id><published>2007-03-26T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:10:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's wisdom</title><content type='html'>A young wife, who  was becoming frusrated with her young husbands' constant demands for sex, decides to make a schedule for him, to cut down on the amount of times that they will have to make love for the rest of their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting ready for work, she writes on a piece of paper, "Honey, you know I love you, but your never ending requests for sex are leaving me drained and really tired. So I propose that we only have sex on days that start with the letter 'T', to minimise the frequency of our lovemaking sessions.  Don't be mad at me honey, just understand where I am coming from, and let me know if my request is too demanding of  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way out the door, she uses a refrigerator magnet and sticks the note to the  fridge door, hoping that her sex craved husband will be understanding and accepting of her proposal when he reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, she glances at the refigerator and notices that her note has been replaced with a note from her husband that reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I didn't realise that I was putting you under so much pressure and I'm sorry. I accept your proposal and have even taken the extra step of listing at the bottom  of this letter, those days starting with the letter 'T' to make sure that we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;2.  THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;3.  TODAY&lt;br /&gt;4.  TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;5.  TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;6.  TATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;7.  TUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;8.  Every Tucking Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I love you too, and it's still TODAY, I'm waiting for you upstairs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-6204411233593045594?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/6204411233593045594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=6204411233593045594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6204411233593045594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/6204411233593045594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/mans-wisdom.html' title='Man&apos;s wisdom'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7802899220971299272</id><published>2007-03-23T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:53:50.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Worrell Commemorative Blood Drive</title><content type='html'>The University of the West Indies, Mona annual March Blood Drive has&lt;br /&gt;been  renamed The Frank Worrell Commemorative Blood Drive in honour of&lt;br /&gt;legendary  cricketer and former West Indian Cricket Captain, Sir Frank&lt;br /&gt;Worrell and to  commemorate the 40th anniversary of his death. The Blood&lt;br /&gt;Drive takes place  on Tuesday, March 27 and Wednesday, March 28 from 9&lt;br /&gt;am to 6 pm in the  Assembly Hall, UWI, Mona under the theme, 'It's a&lt;br /&gt;Habit for  Life!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blood Drive has been renamed to honour Sir Frank Worrell for  being&lt;br /&gt;the first donor to Nari Contractor, former Indian skipper, who during &lt;br /&gt;the 1962 Indian tour of the West Indies received an injury resulting in &lt;br /&gt;him needing several blood transfusions and two emergency surgeries to &lt;br /&gt;save his life. A blood drive is held annually in Calcutta, India in &lt;br /&gt;memory of Sir Frank Worrell's blood donation to the Indian skipper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frank Worrell Commemorative Blood Drive is a collaborative effort &lt;br /&gt;involving the University Health Centre, the National Blood Transfusion &lt;br /&gt;Bank Service, and a group of final year Social Marketing students from &lt;br /&gt;The Caribbean Institute of Media and Communication (CARIMAC) under the &lt;br /&gt;name IMPACT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University Health Centre hosts its annual Blood  Drive aimed at&lt;br /&gt;promoting voluntary blood donation among the UWI community.  Three&lt;br /&gt;Drives are usually planned over one calendar year. The drive is geared &lt;br /&gt;towards not only the University population but people who live and work &lt;br /&gt;in the vicinity of the University. UWI students and staff are&lt;br /&gt;encouraged  to make a special effort to donate blood during the drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life you  save may be your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7802899220971299272?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7802899220971299272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7802899220971299272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7802899220971299272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7802899220971299272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/frank-worrell-commemorative-blood-drive.html' title='Frank Worrell Commemorative Blood Drive'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4530177469350238425</id><published>2007-03-20T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:10:00.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go faster!!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to go faster.  Right now I have J2Ltd's Deluxe package (600/200).  I am enjoying it..... Lie!!  I was enjoying it but now I want to go faster.  Yes I am greedy, but I don't care I want to go faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm waiting on FLOW, who has strung up my neighbourhood but haven't returned to sell us any packages.  Are we supposed to call them or something?  I keep checking their website to see if we are now listed, suggesting that we are good to go but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comparable package to what I have, offered by C&amp;W, is actually cheaper.  But I have had enough problems with their stupid telephone (dis)service; landline and cellie, to even think of going with them.  J2 is great! I have their director on speed-dial.... I think that annoys him but I like the fact that I have a name I can actually get through to day or night.  I usually e-mail them though.... I'm not cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had dial-up, I was with Kasnet and they were great with their service as well (cost me an arm and a leg though - $2400/mth).  It pained me to leave the security they fostered but I wanted to go faster and they weren't rolling out their wireless internet to my community fast enough.  As a matter of fact, they still haven't reached up here and I left them 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now J2's parent provider is FLOW!!!  But they can't match the prices offered by FLOW.  I pay $50USD for my 600/200 and FLOW is offering &lt;b&gt;6,144&lt;/b&gt;  /  &lt;b&gt;768 Kbps&lt;/b&gt;           for J$2,450!!  10X faster than what I have now for 30% less?!  Go Flow!  It's your birthday......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InfoChan says that their package is accelerated 5X what they list as the speed.  Thus their ADSL Pro should effectively be 7720/1080 for $50USD, but requires me to go ADSL instead of wireless.  Granted FLOW wants me to go cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of set-up costs and another set of teething pains.  If I could just convince J2ltd to just step up their speed offerings so that I can be sated even temporarily.  Of course it just occurred to me that my days in this house are numbered so I ought not to be making long term plans for ISP service.  Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have any of the following packages, let me know how it has worked out for you so I know what to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;InfoChan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="568"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Residential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ADSL    Lite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;512 / 128&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="33%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Accelerated,    30 mail boxes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ADSL    Home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;768 / 256&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $40&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="33%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Accelerated,    30 mail boxes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ADSL    Pro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1544 / 256&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US    $50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="33%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Accelerated,    30 mail boxes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" class="style1" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="style7" align="center"&gt;PACKAGES WITH TERM COMMITMENT &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr bgcolor="#dfdfdf"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="127"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Package Name &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Speed down/up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Term Commitment &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="72"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;e-Mail Accounts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;One Time Setup Fee US$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="84"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Monthly Charge US$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 128t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;128K/64K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Year &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;29.95 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 512t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;512K/128K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Year &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;49.95 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 1024t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1024K/256K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Year &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;69.95 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 1544t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1544K/384K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Year &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;29.99 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;149.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 2048t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2048K/512K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Year &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;40 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;29.99 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;249.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffff00"&gt;                   &lt;td colspan="6" class="style1" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PACKAGES WITHOUT TERM COMMITMENT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr bgcolor="#dfdfdf"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="127"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Package&lt;br /&gt;                   Name &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Speed down/up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Term Commitment &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="72"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;e-Mail Accounts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="96"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;One Time Setup Fee US$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" valign="top" width="84"&gt;&lt;p class="style9" align="center"&gt;Monthly Charge US$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 128m &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;128K/64K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;NONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;45.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 512m &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;512K/128K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;NONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;90.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 768m &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;768K/256K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;NONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;120.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 1024m &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1024K/256K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;NONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;29.99 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;325.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="127"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NetSpeed 1544m &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1544K/384K &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;NONE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="72"&gt;&lt;p&gt;25 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="96"&gt;&lt;p&gt;29.99 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td class="style1" width="84"&gt;&lt;p&gt;500.00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cybervale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="75%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td border="" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New&lt;/i&gt; CyWi PRO PACKAGE&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/b&gt;Cyber-Premium&lt;br /&gt;                 Cyber-Ultra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;td border="" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" width="33%"&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;SPEED&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/b&gt;300 kbps / 100 kbps&lt;br /&gt;                 600 kbps / 200 kbps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;td border="" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" width="34%"&gt;                  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;SELLING PRICE&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/b&gt;US$30 &lt;i&gt;/mth.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/i&gt;US$50&lt;i&gt; /mth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                &lt;td border="" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" width="33%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Installation                  Cost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="33%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;td border="" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" width="34%"&gt;                  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;US$100(special)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 44, 119);"&gt;Basic                                      Package&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;$1,000 Per                                      Month &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Package Includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                    &lt;td width="8%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                   &lt;td width="92%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gotel                                      To Gotel Calls Free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                    &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1                                      GoTel Voice Line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;$300                                      Interconnect talk time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 44, 119);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 44, 119);"&gt;Add-Ons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td width="74%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Additional                                            Voice Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td width="26%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;$900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;64K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;$1,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;128K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;$2,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;256K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                            US$65.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;512K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                            US$85.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;768K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                            US$100.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1024K                                            Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Call                                            us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                          &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Full                                            T1 Broadband Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Call                                            us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J2Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed (kbps)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-mail Addresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monthly Charge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="style2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J2 Lite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;300/100K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="style2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J2 Deluxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;600/200K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="style2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J2 Ultra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1200/400K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$65 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="style2" colspan="3" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Static-IP Addresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="style1" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$50 each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verge and JACS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 6px; width: 95%;" class="ipk_g" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" style="padding: 6px; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#75af1d"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Internet Service Packages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#daf3b4"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Feature&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;V-Basic&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;V-Silver&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;Download Speed&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Up to &lt;b&gt;128Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Up to &lt;b&gt;256Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;Upload Speed&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Up to &lt;b&gt;128Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Up to &lt;b&gt;256Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;Email Accounts&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Four (4)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;Six (6)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;Time Limits&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" colspan="2"&gt;24/7 Unlimited access&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.jacslink.com/" target="jacswebmail"&gt;Webmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Global access to email&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;Installation &lt;i&gt;(One time cost)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" colspan="2"&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;J$1,150&lt;/span&gt; (Existing JACS Customer)    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J$2,300 (New Customer)   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bgcolor="#f4fce9"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" style="font-size: 11pt;" bgcolor="#94dc27"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 11pt;"&gt;U$24&lt;sup&gt;95&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt; /month*&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;td class="ipk_g" colspan="3" style="height: 10px;" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Price is subject to GCT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="15%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Package &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;          &lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="25%"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Speed Download/Upload&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;          &lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="15%"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Monthly Access Charge&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;    &lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="15%"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hours Allocated&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;    &lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="18%"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cost for each Additional hour &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;     &lt;th scope="col" bgcolor="#99cc00" width="33%"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Emails Accounts/ WebSpace &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/th&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee" valign="top"&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flow Beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td scope="col"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1,024&lt;/strong&gt;  /  &lt;b&gt;256 Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$650&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;10Hrs&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$50.00&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;3 emails&lt;br /&gt;5 MB&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee" valign="top"&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flow Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td scope="col"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1,024&lt;/b&gt;  /  &lt;b&gt;256 Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$1,200&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;30Hrs&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$20.00&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;3 emails&lt;br /&gt;5 MB&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee" valign="top"&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flow Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td scope="col"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4,096&lt;/b&gt;  /  &lt;b&gt;512 Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$1,800&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;Unlimited&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;N/A&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;5 emails&lt;br /&gt;20 MB&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee" valign="top"&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flow Rave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td scope="col"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6,144&lt;/b&gt;  /  &lt;b&gt;768 Kbps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;J$2,450&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;Unlimited&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;N/A&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;8 emails&lt;br /&gt;50 MB&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4530177469350238425?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4530177469350238425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4530177469350238425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4530177469350238425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4530177469350238425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-go-faster.html' title='I want to go faster!!!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7872924179546612848</id><published>2007-03-19T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:34:43.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibbles fi mi money!!</title><content type='html'>Sick at home.  Didn't tune in because I had to get some work done and knew that if that television turned on then no work would be done.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So said so dun.  Fortunately, I turned it on after Sarwan's fall. I then sat there watching in silence as Samuels and Lara hitch and jook 1, 1 runs.... not their fault (I thought) because Zimbabwe fielded like nothing.  They had no intention of letting anything through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient, I went on-line and looked to see what had been happening before I tuned in.  Gayle hit three 4s, three 6's in a row, and ending with 40 runs!!!  Damn boy!!!!  Trying for man of the match I see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bravo started with three 4s and two 6s, like him want snatch man of the match from Gayle.  Then they awarded young Williams MoM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody can't tell me that the MOM wasn't Officer Dibbles!!  Him ketch Bravo's 6 and afterwards him was di girl's dem suga!  Beer shake han im get!  Den im cellie start ring off. Mi wouldn't surprise if im get promotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway's Ireland fighting hard so Friday supposed to be a real thriller.  Mi still nah go deh go watch cause mi still bruk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bashment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7872924179546612848?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7872924179546612848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7872924179546612848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7872924179546612848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7872924179546612848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/dibbles-fi-mi-money.html' title='Dibbles fi mi money!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-9027809724146089135</id><published>2007-03-16T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:42:54.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good!</title><content type='html'>My mother goes walking every weekday morning.  Somewhere between 5am and 6am she will go out and walk and walk and walk.  When she leaves at 5am she walks over to UWI and does laps around Ring Road. If she leaves closer to 6am she will only walk around our complex.  I don't have that kind of commitment to anything except my PC!!  ...... oh yeah and my SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday morning, she left out closer to 6am and was doing laps when she heard footsteps behind her and they sounded as if they were approaching quickly and coming between her and the car she was passing close to on her left.  Since she is used to persons from our community walking at the same time, she thought it strange but not worrysome... until the man grabbed over her eyes with his left hand, which was stink of cigarettes.  She was wearing her glasses and had been praying her rosary but had the presence of mind to scream.  Those walking ahead of her turned back and the man ran out of the complex.  All she was able to see of him was the red vest he had on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home and cried thinking of how her life could have been ended just like that by an unknown assailant.  My brother jumped in the car (and she went with him) to find the guy but he had disappeared by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our morning prayers we thanked the Lord for His protection and prayed that the man would turn from crime.  I was so angry though..... although I know that anger, fear and depression are 3 faces of the same coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went walking with her, more for my peace of mind than hers.  I know I can't protect her from everything but I love her so I'll try.  She is better off with God's protection and perhaps one day I'll learn to let go and let Him before I start to think about how I can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-9027809724146089135?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9027809724146089135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=9027809724146089135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9027809724146089135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9027809724146089135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-is-good.html' title='God is good!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4705053067310975615</id><published>2007-03-13T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:49:48.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crude... read at your peril!!!!</title><content type='html'>So you see a girl walking down the road and you ascertain that she looks good.  Next thing you know your mind is gone to wondering how it would be like to have sex with her.  Why is that?  What does her external features have to do with her vagina?  Where are the studies that show the correlation between a beautiful woman and the wonders of her vagina?  Is she any more skilled in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we get bragging rights to say that we bedded a beautiful woman.  How does that make me great?  If her looks makes the sex good, then one can never have bad sex with a good looking woman until she starts to age badly.  But shouldn't she have learned many wonderful treats by then and would be able to do far more for you than the young thing who just sitting pretty?   Also, many a man has warned about the siren trap of beautiful women with lots of psychological problems.  After the fact (naturally) they have said that the sex wasn't worth it.  And yet..... not one of his bretherin would turn her down if given the chance to hit them skins, even after hearing his mixed tale. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we see a woman in tight jeans and a nice top looking all ... BADOW!!!  You know when she takes off those jeans that are currently defining her curves that they will return to their normal cellulitic shape.  You know that the cleavage is at the expense of the lateral border of her mammaries.  Yet we still look and marvel and wonder what it would be like to get her out of them there jeans.  Is the lustful drive for her vagina over-riding the knowledge that she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; turn into a pumkin once undressed?  Of course this ain't a problem if you're Peter-Peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing noticing that her school uniform fits nicely you *@&amp;% pedophyle?!!!  If you met her at a teen movie she is too young.  If you met her walking with a group that look like they trying to blend in with her hanging out at the mall, she is too young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard anthropological explanations suggesting that it's a primitive retained instinct that seeks to procreate with a partner that would generate viable progeny; including those that will be able to successfully carry on the lineage, which they would not be able to do if they were &lt;a href="http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-ask.html"&gt;butt ugly&lt;/a&gt;.  If that is so, then why the hell man running from dem yout?  Or wear boots because dem don't want di woman to have no reason to look dem up after the fact?  If we can selectively over-ride the instinct then it can't be the real explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I've puzzled these things and asked my bredrin and none can answer me (asking me if I prefer to run down bottom is not an answer).  So I stare at &lt;a href="http://www.khrystihill.com/home.html"&gt;Krysti Hill&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.buffiethebody.com/"&gt;Buffy the body&lt;/a&gt; and slip on a puddle of my drool and my mind feasts on approaching happy days (August approacheth) and I don't know why but I persist because the drive is so friggin high.  I wonder if I accept the norm because of the unpalatable nature of the alternative.  I've tried turning myself off to get a distant logical view of things and the rebound rush nearly killed me.  That experiment was years ago before my SO, cause now when I see her, everything makes sense and I wonder how the hell man can run down man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of this was because a friend of mine who knew me through younger days pointed out that my head was no longer snapping back at every skirt or tight jeans and I was no longer able to amply describe every curve of a female that I had glimpsed for but a second.  He felt I had changed and been tamed and he was proud of the change because he never thought I would have been of any good to anyone wrt settling down.  I have no idea what he is talking about....&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this babble... I still "luv punany bad.. punany to make you happy, punany to make you sad..."  and that will never change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4705053067310975615?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4705053067310975615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4705053067310975615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4705053067310975615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4705053067310975615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/crude-read-at-your-peril.html' title='Crude... read at your peril!!!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-7801916347591897172</id><published>2007-03-13T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:20:43.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WI did it!!!</title><content type='html'>I was not at the match.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep myself quiet&lt;br /&gt;I had work to do&lt;br /&gt;Then I glimpsed a television screen&lt;br /&gt;Every last emotion was stirred&lt;br /&gt;I was on pins and needles&lt;br /&gt;sweating, fretting,&lt;br /&gt;stomach knots, tension, tension, tension...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm spent.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over to go to sleeeee...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-7801916347591897172?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/7801916347591897172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=7801916347591897172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7801916347591897172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/7801916347591897172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/wi-did-it.html' title='WI did it!!!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-9001029211787168937</id><published>2007-03-12T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:36:08.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TVJ poll question</title><content type='html'>Should Jamaica continue to strenthen ties with Venuezuela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinidad doesn't seem to want to sell us oil cheaply.  Chavez would like to sell poor countries oil cheaply.  US hogs the oil and keeps driving up oil prices which our economy can't afford.  US has their own oil and still buys lots of oil to make sure that they have 20yrs supply in storage.  If 1 oil tanker reach Kingston Harbour late, we have island wide power-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like there just may be a benefit to us getting oil from Venezuela cheaply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue to be chummy with Chavez (who keeps teasing poor Georgie-Porgie) then we may face sanctions from the might USA.  That would mean trade embargoes and travel restrictions and reduced access to aid and general bad-name of Jamaicans..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem a fight out wi collie-weed, ackee, most abundant natural resources (illegal immigrants.... dem go up deh an work hard so you stay deh!), sugar, banana,  and nuff other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem flood wi market wid dem what-lef which is never at their domestic standard and always marked for export only or for international market only.  Dem international standard is domestic reject! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem under-sell local products after dem charge arm and leg fi tools and fertilizer so that our local farmers have to sell at high price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem have wi like eeediat outside dem embassy cause di whole a wi a 'crinimal'!  Den dem decide seh dem owna people need visa if dem a go visit wi afta dem issue how much warnin seh wi 'voilent', tief, bad-mine, bandooloo, malaria infested (afta dem buy out di whole a di medicine in di island during the first week of the public cry so that we couldn't treat people or give prophylaxis)..... If afta dem hear all di bad tings bout wi dem still want to come here, lef dem nuh!  Mi ead a urt mi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem cut back wi aid cause dem seh too much people have money in the country.  So fi wi rich people fi gi weh dem money to di poor so that we can all be .... just above poor.  Fi dem rich people a do dat?  Alright so wi need fi help wiself and dem no want to help wi no more cause .... I don't know.  So wah mek dem a go to all world bodies that give aid and a dictate seh wi no fi get nutten without high repayment rates and dictating what wi fi use di money fah!?  mek dem no come help wi clean up di corruption, mek government uneasy so dat wi can use di resources weh wi know deh inna di country, fi betta wi people.... but I forget that it is their interference into our politics that has helped fuel the under-table deals that is the backbone of corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly are we missing out on and what are we fighting for?  Are we masochistic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhattid!  Halliburton, company that provides logistics for US army in Iraq (formerly headed by Dick Cheney) is moving its headquarters out of the US to Dubai to avoid taxes!  Isn't Dubai in the middle east?  You know what, mi a form fool a try see sense inna dis ya world.  Betta mi hold my praya cawna an rub knee beforin mi mad ova foolinish or get indoctrinated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-9001029211787168937?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9001029211787168937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=9001029211787168937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9001029211787168937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9001029211787168937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/tvj-poll-question.html' title='TVJ poll question'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-4249422082016786365</id><published>2007-03-12T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:53:08.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica signs oil deal with Venezuela?</title><content type='html'>2005 - Chavez seen in Jamaica in unannounced meeting with PM PJ Patterson.  Other regional heads seen as well.  Rumour has it that oil deal was being worked out and being signed off on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - PM PL Simpson signs oil deal with president Hugo Chavez in public ceremony in Montego Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Jamaica signs oil deal with Venezuela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What di backside is happening?!  3 diffrant oil deal?  Are these updates to the original deal?  Is each deal for a separate shipment of oil at a fixed price?  It don't make no damn sense to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the first deal was for castor oil to make up the 'reeeada' people dem concoction to ensure a win in the next election.  And the second was for cooking oil to cook all the tripe they been feeding us.  Then the third for mineral oil, a natural laxative, cause God know seh wi full of it in dis ya country!  Just turn on yu radio anyday and listen to the 'Mutt-erings' of Muta-Barbara Gloudon broadcast 'Nation-wide'.   It certainly wasn't for oil as fuel because gas price rise every Thursday.  Any week dem miss dem mek up fi it by end a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi know seh Trinidad on dem way to 1st worl country status (rumour has it that they plan to carry 'backward' Tobago with them... their words not mine), but how dat stop dem from providing oil fi di rest of di Caribbean?  Wi nah go pay dem weh dem can get outa world market?  Selfishniss!!  Dem a flood wi market dem wid dem products, dem culture, dem slakniss, tief weh wi ppl, tek weh wi money and no gi wi nutten fi it in return...... Shytzzz!  Dem dun reach 1st world status, cause dat certainly is 1st world behaviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to di warra-naught oil story (mi vex!!!), what happen to all dem rumours dat di a go bout seh Jamaica poised fi blow up big inna di Caribbean?  Wi know seh big country like Australia and China nah waste good millions fi come prospect fi gold and diamonds off di coast of Jamaica!  Dem woulda find more at Passa Passa and Weddy-weddy wednesday.  So dat story dem did a try sell was more tripe sans a good sauce! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba find oil recently and Australia and China was there again to gi dem loan fi fix up dem refinery.  Wait a minute!  Wasn't part of our agreement with Chavez last year to fix up wi refinery as well?!  Why di land off di south coast a sell off at triple di price under di quiet late inna 2006?  What a gwaaan?  Mi wah know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-4249422082016786365?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/4249422082016786365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=4249422082016786365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4249422082016786365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/4249422082016786365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/jamaica-signs-oil-deal-with-venezuela.html' title='Jamaica signs oil deal with Venezuela?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-5154723221924190369</id><published>2007-03-11T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:43:03.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I ask?</title><content type='html'>Is someone automatically ugly because I don't find them attractive?&lt;br /&gt;So only my opinion counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if someone else finds them attractive, do they stop being ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Conflicting opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is a general consensus.... Desmond Ballentine (aka Ninja man) and Shabba Rankin?  They both have many children for different women.... someone found their countenances pallatable!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know there are culturally 'acceptable' norms for determining attractiveness, but we also know that cultural norms are ammenable.  In the late 80s and throughout the 90s we faught the 'bleaching' phenomena tooth and nail.  We preached and Dj'd about it and yet today it is so prevalent that you can make an appointment to have it done or visit any roadside spa and have it done as part of an all-inclusive whole body treatment..... hair, nails, bleaching...... they soon have competitions for the best bleacher.... Backside dem might even put out a friggin manual on how to bleach for important occasions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are preparing for graduation, determine what shade you are and what shade you wish to be.  For each shade lighter you wish to be, give yourself 3 days for face and hands and 4 days for upper trunk.  Scars require a double application....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this was born out of a comment I made to myself when I saw 3 cars stopped by 1 oddly shaped lady of the night, I assume working out who would go first.  So the issue of ugly has too many shaded areas to call it.  So why does it persist?  Of what importance is it to us as a collective that we insist on making such a determination?  If you figure it out, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The comment was: Some poeple can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; come out at night and even then ought to remain veiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-5154723221924190369?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/5154723221924190369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=5154723221924190369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5154723221924190369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/5154723221924190369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-ask.html' title='I ask?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3442213566211481318</id><published>2007-03-10T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T07:26:48.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you being served?</title><content type='html'>THIS WEEK'S HONORARY UNSUBSCRIBE goes to John Inman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actor, Inman was best known as "Mr. Humphries" on the Brit sitcom&lt;br /&gt;"Are You Being Served?"  (1972-1985), set in a London department store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, Humphries was a  side character in a cheap suit who only had five&lt;br /&gt;lines of dialogue in the  pilot episode. But producer David Croft asked Inman&lt;br /&gt;to "camp it up" -- and  Inman pushed it to the hilt, calling out "I'm&lt;br /&gt;free!" and mincing over when  a customer stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay rights groups   protested the stereotypical  swishiness, but the&lt;br /&gt;character was well loved by the public, including in  the U.S. where it ran on&lt;br /&gt;PBS. The show was thrust to the top of the British  charts and ran for 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;Comedy seemed to be in Inman's blood: his  first job was as a window&lt;br /&gt;dresser at, yes, a London department store.  During his off times, he'd&lt;br /&gt;stand still in the window himself with a sign  around his neck reading:&lt;br /&gt;"Available in Other Colours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1976 he won the  BBC's Personality of the Year and TV Times's&lt;br /&gt;Funniest Man On Television  award. In recent years Inman suffered&lt;br /&gt;chronic ill health, including  hepatitis. He died March 8 at 71.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3442213566211481318?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3442213566211481318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3442213566211481318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3442213566211481318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3442213566211481318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-being-served.html' title='Are you being served?'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-9186526474076281324</id><published>2007-02-24T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T09:28:28.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not worth the read)</title><content type='html'>I'm one of those sort-of goody-goody students who is always at school and very helpful.  I may be accused of being a teacher's pet but that is never my aim.  I learn by hearing&gt; seeing and doing, which is fine for me but requires me to be around to hear the explanation along with seeing what is done. That translates into having to be around more than the average bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med students are taught that they ought to stick together because their group mates will be their co-workers in short order.  Snitching out people is actually frowned upon, so doing for yourself really is your undoing.  So I am always at school and always covering for those who are absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with 57 days to exam and a feeling that "That's all I can stand, I can stand no more"  I took a day off..... the way I feel I'm not sure if it's just a day!  I did errands, helped my cuz with some work, drank a couple beers (ice cold ..... frosty if you will), did my daily Sudoku, spent some time with my SO, went to Jazz concert at Devon House ('Blues on the green'), finished off the night with good company at Jamrock.... All in all, a day well spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have a traditional good reason to take a day.... I just didn't feel like going and so I didn't.  With regards to school, that is a new concept to me.  Don't get me wrong, I always feel like not going and always go..... until now.  Whenever I've missed school before it was always some compelling reason (perhaps its importance exaggerated, but excuseable non-the-less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, all this concern over something really trivial that has already passed and can't be undone.  Mind you, I've gone to school and then walked out of class and jumped on a bus heading to Ochi or Morant Bay, just for the fun of it.  But I felt better about doing that because I had already turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, this week I missed/ignored/skulled 3 classes.  Mind you, they were unscheduled classes not intended for my group but we were invited if we could make it.  I did turn up for my scheduled class which was post-poned and so I refused to show for the rest although I had the time.  I even hailed up the lecturer as I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire week was stamped with annoyance at being at school.  I suppose this happens when one is near the end of a very long journey, it gets annoying because you just want to get there and be done with it.  The fact that they moved our exams closer together so that we have less time to prepare also makes it an interesting situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-9186526474076281324?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/9186526474076281324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=9186526474076281324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9186526474076281324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/9186526474076281324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-worth-read.html' title='(Not worth the read)'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3405839607197229131</id><published>2007-02-19T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:20:02.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the word!</title><content type='html'>I didn't know the Bed and Breakfast idea was so popular but having seen this property first hand I agree that it is suitable for a B&amp;B.  Pics of the brochure posted below and you can spread the word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RdpMcmtyeZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6yLeimkEh6k/s1600-h/Marsha%27s+B%26B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RdpMcmtyeZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6yLeimkEh6k/s320/Marsha%27s+B%26B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033419587852597650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RdpMc2tyeaI/AAAAAAAAACE/rLmmnSoasWc/s1600-h/marsha%27s+B%26B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RdpMc2tyeaI/AAAAAAAAACE/rLmmnSoasWc/s320/marsha%27s+B%26B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033419592147564962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3405839607197229131?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3405839607197229131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3405839607197229131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3405839607197229131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3405839607197229131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/02/spread-word.html' title='Spread the word!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/RdpMcmtyeZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6yLeimkEh6k/s72-c/Marsha%27s+B%26B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-3409646648278974096</id><published>2007-02-17T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:16:45.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All night long</title><content type='html'>My neighbours who live behind me on the not so legal piece of land, have erected another stone structure, using funds they earned from Friday and Saturday night dances held up inna mi head corner, often feeling like it deh inna mi room.  By careful sleuthing (eaves-dropping) I ascertained that it was in preparation for the release of Jah Cure!  I thought certainly we are a very friendly set of people in Jamaica, extending our hospitality to all manner of people for profit or otherwise, but .... Jah Cure ..... jus causin seh im deh a prisin an a mek good music?!  Dat neva mek no sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months later when  he was once again denied parole, they were despondent and held another series of dances to bun-down babylon system that would deny their innocent 'rass-rapist' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt; from (his rightful incarceration) inside babylon prison.  Forget the fact that he is being accorded so much lee-way to make his music and make videos (featuring correctional officers mind you) and that he is played on the radio (excepting Irie FM... Thank you IRIE FM!!) and that he has his money waiting on him because our ledgislature won't allow for reparations to victims especially since he is popular because of the better man themes of his songs despite his open reticence.  In light of all the things in his favour, his family continues to believe that he is being unfairly handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we held a session that started at 3pm and ended at 7:30am (I say we because it sounded as if they had set-up their equipment in my bedroom)  I was not only hearing every word and every note, but also the pooping that was occurring in the studio at the time of recording!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour happens to be one of the dons over there still left standing ( number of them have been killed by police and internal power struggles).  He runs the guns and deals with the justice aspect of living over there.  When his father was alive we could reasonably co-exist, now when I complain he listens, nods his head, makes the required amount of noise about the injustice being meted out to me, but does whatever he feels like.  His mother is a first cousin to our former Prime Minister.  They hail from Mobay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is becoming easier to be dis-enchanted with Jamaica with all the lawlessness that occurs, without any hope of correcting the situation (The distributors of &lt;a href="http://www.napalm.net/safety.html"&gt;Napalm&lt;/a&gt; have asked that we not burn people with it).  Vigilantiism will probably land me a desk job in the Commissioner's office like DSP. Adams..... a de-commissioning, if you will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-3409646648278974096?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/3409646648278974096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=3409646648278974096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3409646648278974096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/3409646648278974096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-neighbours-who-live-behind-me-on-not.html' title='All night long'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11649661.post-1846561583175724875</id><published>2007-02-06T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:44:16.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv 2 B a weiner!</title><content type='html'>In everything in life there is a lesson to be learned about ourselves and human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  In high school I played on the rugby team as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prop&lt;/span&gt;.  It was my job along with the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prop&lt;/span&gt; to support the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooker&lt;/span&gt; when we were in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrum&lt;/span&gt;.  It was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooker's&lt;/span&gt; job to ensure that he hooked the ball backways into our set of players.  The rest of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrum&lt;/span&gt; was responsible for driving the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrum&lt;/span&gt; forward so that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooker&lt;/span&gt; would have an easier task of winning the ball.  As a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prop&lt;/span&gt; you were front line in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrum&lt;/span&gt; and also (unofficially) responsible for the trash talking to the opposing players.  We squared off with their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;props&lt;/span&gt;, while our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooker&lt;/span&gt; squared off with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pretty uniforms.... but rugby is not about that.  We were quite disciplined (trash talking the exception) .....but hell no was rugby about that.  We would win games against some good teams....... but we never made it to a finals.  Since we knew we couldn't win, we would take our victories where we could.  So we as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;props&lt;/span&gt; we'd delight in hitting our opponents so hard that he was taken off the field with injuries (all within regulation of course)... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah bitch! Remember the red before you fade to black&lt;/span&gt;!" Our uniform was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many stories about limbs we broke and concusions we gave..... but no clear memories of the games we won.  We gave up on that war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We hold regular Kalookie wars... if you've ever played with us you know it's no game.  People will sacrifice their own hand to ensure that a common enemy loses.  Common enemy changes from round to round depending on who's winning and who dared to double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know if it's lonely at the top... be a clear winner in kalookie with two rounds to go.  You'll be ignored, chatted, cards dealt face up, refused calls, food taken away, insulted when you open your mouth, thrown out of the house if it isn't yours, your ass left behind (outside naturally) if you didn't drive, etc...  And this is if you are playing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been on both sides I know the pain of victory and the pain but oh so sweet revenge of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody likes to lose!  &lt;/span&gt;But guess what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......  Very few win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we compensate for the losses, which are the majority of our existence, with small battle victories...or excuses.... So after being abused at work we cut off the borer/taximan because that person not going to get one over on us today as well.  Or we bore into traffic because we must get one over on somebody today.  Or maybe we don't do petty things but climb atop our soapbox and preach to our blog kingdom (unless you've got a counter and realise that your blog-dom has population 1)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message we receive in social engineering is that winners are rewarded.  And although we are supposed to fight fair, we know that fighting dirty gets you ahead as quickly or faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the poor man employed as guard at a clothing store earning minimum wage, knowing that the store  owners are making a mint off other poor people and he decides that he gonna swipe some clothing, not because he'll trade places with the winners, but simply to win a battle, the lines of his own drawing.  Maybe he'll tell you his kids are hungry and he did it for that reason... which may exist, but why didn't he steal from someone else?  Why didn't he take a chance and steal food?  Why didn't he beg?  Why didn't he borrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maybe you duke it out like a champ, never give up and fight every battle you can.&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe you are selective with your battles, labelling some as non-issues.&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe you internalise and blow like volcanoes on the wrong ppl at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe you channel it into other activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose to do, you still do something.  Those who don't fight any battles in any way.... we tend to treat with medication.  We call the condition ANHEDONIA; a negative symptom of schizophrenia.  They take no pleasure in anything... so win, lose, draw... is all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my big side (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reassurance that they are worthy&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;no worry bout dem a fight we out (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what's happening doesn't affect us being a big side and also fight-out notion is placing blame elsewhere, not our fault&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's the principle of it (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;rationalising the fight for the extra point since much issue was made about the attaining of just 1 point&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Dem get fidem bag a point an want to tek weh fiwi 1 point (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the awarding of that extra point is the only battle we can win so we will fight for it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;God nah sleep! (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;more justification, and at a higher level, while ignoring the fact that they were blessed with the victory for a reason&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11649661-1846561583175724875?l=bashmentbasses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/feeds/1846561583175724875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11649661&amp;postID=1846561583175724875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1846561583175724875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11649661/posts/default/1846561583175724875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-luv-2-b-weiner.html' title='I luv 2 B a weiner!'/><author><name>Bashmentbasses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569081780723894891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OOaafwEo5JQ/R_mBqSulK7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5lpfuOemTqM/S220/picture-249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
