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WWII Comics

We need this kind of stuff today. The Marvel/DC crap that cameout after 9-11-01 was reflective and mournful. That was fine for a time, however after a while it reminded me more of the Newsweek "Why do they hate us?" editorials.

Putting the crib together

Putting a crib together can be a pain. Putting a crib together when you don't have instuctions and only a vauge idea of what the inished product should look like; now that's a real pain in the ass.

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Flying Gonzo

Fun!

My 2 favorite things!

ASA?

TSA to be Grounded?
Updated: Wednesday, May. 25, 2005 - 12:28 PM

By J.J. Green
FederalNewsRadio

An announcement regarding the re-organization within the Department of Homeland Security is approaching and FederalNewsRadio has learned there could be a significant change in one of the department's most troubled agencies.

Sources at DHS tell FederalNewsRadio the Transportation Security Agency will be replaced with a new organization likely to be called the Aviation Security Agency.

It is believed that the new organization will have a more limited focus which will handle only aviation and air security issues. TSA currently has responsibility for those areas and maritime, land, and some hazmat issues. But sources say it is likely those functions would be handled by a new smaller group within DHS.

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You Know You're From Long Island When...

You know someone who went to Chaminade.

Jones Beach Theater is the best place in the world to see a concert. CASE CLOSED!

Is it just me, or is every girl from Rockville Centre a bitch?

Billy Joel said it best, "Either you date a rich girl from the North Shore, or a cool girl from the South Shore."

What's the big deal about the Hamptons?

If you're not from Long Island or NYC, you're not really from New York.

You don't go to Manhattan, you go to "the City"

You know the Belt Parkway sucks!

You never, ever want to "change at Jamaica..."

You never realize you have an accent until you leave.

You know where at least one strip club is.

You can name at least three bands that came from Long Island.

You curse. A lot.

Is Huntington really that cool?

You've been to Utopia at least once.

The goddamn geese are everywhere!

If your parents didn't, your grandparents lived in the city.

At some point in your life you or someone you know has owned an animal that came from North Shore Animal League.

You actually remember when you felt safe swimming at Bar Beach and Hempstead Harbor.

Commack movie theatre scares you

You walk around the mall aimlessly.

You drive around your town with your friends, and that's the most exciting part of your evening.

On the weekend, your evening consists of seeing a movie, going bowling, or playing pool.

When you walk in the city and you see two men holding hands...it becomes normal to you.

No word ends in an ER, just an AH.

You feel like you know Howard Stern.

You live in the shadow of the greatest city in the world, but you never go there.

When you're away from Long Island, you love it and when you're there, you don't.

You know that the beach sucks during the day and is the most magical place in the world at night

You know the exact point at which Queens turns into Nassau simply on intuition.

You're still waiting for a bridge to Connecticut.

You've tried to use your father's monthly ticket to ride the LIRR. It worked.

No matter what you do, you end up at the diner.

Your distant future might involve the state of Florida.

High school sports aren't that important.

You've never been to Times Square on New Year's Eve.

You've tried to find the Amityville Horror house.

Each one of your diverse friends mercilessly makes fun of his own background.

You love that salty smell of the ocean.

No, you don't want mustard on that burger!

The most exciting day of your summer is when all tickets to every Jones Beach show go on sale.

You know White Castle is terrible for you and the food sucks. But, you periodically "Get the Crave"

You want the Yankees to stay in the Bronx, but would probably go to more games if they moved to Manhattan.

You can order a pizza pie and a soda and people will understand.

You felt slighted when Snapple sold out.

You don't associate Fire Island with gay men.

You wanted Hooters to open simply to piss off "decency" groups.

You watched a game show and wondered, "why are these people so happy that they won a trip to New York?"

You like The Brothers McMullen.

When you hear Billy Joel's "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant" you try to figure out what places on Long Island he's talking about.

You know that parts of the Godfather were filmed on LI.

You always liked Billy Joel, but as soon as you leave, you love Billy Joel.

At some point in your life, you've gone clamming.

You've been to the Tanger Outlets and came home with nothing to show for it.

You have or someone you know has fallen asleep on the LIRR and ended up in one of these three places; Babylon, Port Washington or Hicksville.

You have been to Mulcahay's on Thanksgiving Eve, the largest ladies night event of every year.

You've missed that "Drunk Train", the 2:42 out of Penn and had the dreaded wait until 5:30.

You think Islip MacArthur airport is cute and you enjoy watching it grow up.

Your parents took you to Nathans or Carvel

You hate the radio commercials for the Dublin Pub

Public beach? What's that?

You can correctly pronouce places like Happauge, Commack, Islip, Islandia, Massapequa.

You know the location of 6 malls and a dozen McDonalds and 36 7-11's.

You grew up thinking Chinese food was a basic food group.

You're used to driving down the street in December and seeing more light-up menorahs than you can shake a latka at. In fact, even your non-Jewish friends know what Matzoh is. And you've never driven more than 10 miles without seeing a temple.

Oh, your parents are from Brooklyn? So are mine!

Yes, admit it, you've cruised the Pike.

You can remember making up rules for “Shotgun” calls in high school.

Your elementary school promoted dodge ball as the top gym activity.

You were upset when all the Roy Rogers turned into Wendy’s.

You consider nachos and cheese at the Coliseum to be a suitable dinner date.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Long Island.



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Liver cells 'could beat diabetes'

Scientists have turned adult liver cells into insulin-producing cells able to treat diabetes when transplanted into mice.

It is hoped the work will one day allow the use of a diabetes patient's own liver cells to treat their condition.

At present there are limited supplies of donor cells for transplants, and patients run the risk of rejection.

The study, by Israel's Sheba Medical Center, is published in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

Diabetes is a potentially life-threatening condition caused by the body's inability to control blood sugar levels.

It could eventually lead to therapies that allow individuals with diabetes to be the donors of their own insulin-producing tissue
Dr Angela Wilson - Diabetes UK

This is because cells in the pancreas are unable to produce the hormone insulin, either at all or in sufficient quantities.

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Advice from Ready.gov, sorta

Hurricanes, animal corpses and your potential new tattoo have a lot in common. Think about it.



If you spot a terrorist arrow, pin it against the wall with your shoulder.



Use your flashlight to lift the walls right off of you!



If you are sprayed with an unknown substance, stand and think about a cool design for a new tattoo.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

SW:Episode III

A Lost Hope

I find your lack of faith disturbing

I Need A Bambulance!

I think this might be fake. Still kinda funny though.

The Kingdom of Heaven

Excellent! I highly recommend this movie. I'm not a huge fan of Orlando Bloom, mainly because I don't like his delivery, but I throughally enjoyed this film. Ridley Scott pulled this off well. I know everyone's looking for the next "Braveheart", and it's easy to fail, but I think what saved this film is that it balanced violence with content.

Any Homer Hendel Bergen Heinzel's out there?

The son becomes the father and the father becomes the son

Years ago, roughly 1989, my father carried me to my bed after a night of heavy drinking. it was after my friend, John Flynn's 21st birthday party that i became sick. After .75 Ltr of Rumple Mintz i was very drunk and quite sick. I punked in John's nice new Mustang, and I puked on my front lawn. John brought me to the side door of my house. My father answered and said only "Oh Dear." He carried me to my bed, laid a towel and a bowel next to my bed for the rough night that faced me. He undressed me, and gave me a glass of water. All he said to me was "What the hell were you drinking?" I answered "Rumple Mintz". Although i'm sure it sounded more like "rum...plllll minsssssstt.....(puke)". All he said was "Ah now; don't you know that clear stuff is all sugar? it's sure to make you sick! stick to the brown liquor or beer." Drunk as I was. I remember that to this day, and I probable always will.

As the years rolled on; my father helped me to bed after a night of drinking, as I helped him. Tonight, was a rough one for the old man. After I finished a six of Sam Adam's and a six of Blue Moon, he helped to finish a ltr of Merot and half a ltr of Sambuca with my uncle Mike; we were all pretty fucked up. The diffrence is, I'm not a 62 year old diabetic. at about 11:00pm he got a strange look in his eye, one i've seen before; he needed to puke. He motioned to me that he needed help off of the couch, it's a deep couch and he suffers from these danm weak Seery knees! I help him up, he stagers, sways wildly, and drops fairly dead in my arms. Not sure what to do, I take him to the nearest bathroom where he has himself a good healthy vomit. I picked him up, undressed him, gave him a glass of water, and put him to bed. Before I left the room, I place a bowel and a glass of water next to the bed.

Not 15 minutes later, my mother called me. I left the portch where my uncle still was, and returned to my father's bedside. She had been fast asleep, and didn't hear me putting him down for the night. She was surprised when he started making these dry-heaving noises. I knew what it was and used the bowel I had placed next to the bed. He puked up this vile smelling combination of Sambuca and steak marinade (we had rib-eye steaks that night for dinner. they were really quite good.) After a bit of that, I gave him the glass of water, emptied and rinsed the bowel and refilled the glass. He gave he the most sincere thanks I've ever gotten from him. Like the thanks you'd get from a man on death row getting a last repervie from the governor.

And now that he's fast asleep, snoring, blissful, and pissing off my mother; all I can think is: I can't wait for my son to put my drunken ass to bed.

Florida Trip 2005

So I'm here now in Hudson, FL visiting my parents. My mother is rather ill, suffering from a perferated bladder. She was two hours from death; the cause would have been systemic toxic shock, urine invading the body cavity. But with Grace and a bit of luck, she has pulled through. She's still quite weak from the ordeal.

I've spent the week working. Just 4 days before my mother was taken to the hospital, they moved into a new house. My father hasn't gotten the chance to get the place set up properly. So from day one we've put an entire office unit together (that's a desk, hutch, cabnet, etc) gottena surround sound system working; sorta, amd my biggest project, getting an old compaq hooked up to DSL. The problem was that this computer, which I am using to post this so I obviously was successful, didn't have an ethernet connection. I had to find a compatable NIC, install it, then get piece of shit Windows 98 to recognize the new hardware and run. After 4 days I gave up and paid some kid $15 to do it. He had it finished in 20 minutes. Punk.

All in all, it's been a fun trip if a but tiring. My uncle Mike and Aunt Noreene are over from Ireland, so they've made for some good company. I've tried to locate some old friends from the time when I lived here, but all of my information is at least seven years out of date; with no base to start from, little time, and to be honest, even less interest, I didn't make contact with anyone. Ah well. I did get the chance to visit USF. I must say they've done an excellent job with the place. This was the first time I was on campus since I graduated late 1996. Campus life has changed greatly with the adition of seveal large dorm complexes. When I went there, roughly 1,500 of the more than 30,000 students lived on campus. I'd say it was more like 25,000 on cvampus from the look of it. They've also improved to look of the place, with lakes, foutains, and rows of trees. The place was a bit bare in the mid '90's.

It's a shame Jess couldn't make it this trip. But she'll make the next one. April 2006 from the look of it.

Sheik Yousuf Al-Qaradhawi: The Islamic Nation's Problem is That Muslims Do Not Work.

The following are excerpts from a friday sermon on Qatar TV by Sheik Yousuf Al-Qaradhawi

Dr. Yousuf Al-Qaradhawi: We use trains and planes, but they are not our trains or planes. The (Westerners) manufacture them and export them to us. True, we can buy the most magnificent things in the world products for our homes and for ourselves. Our people can buy the most luxurious cars, Rolls-Royce or Mercedes 500 or 700, models S, M, and L with all the luxuries. We own them, but we don't manufacture them. We don't even produce a single nail in any of these cars. Others do this for us.

The income of the entire Arab world, including the oil-producing countries, does not reach the that of a European country, such as Spain. Spain – let alone Germany, France, Britain, or Italy. Just Spain, which is at the bottom of the list of industrial countries... The income of the entire Arab world does not reach it. How come? Because we don't work, and if we do work, we don't do it professionally.

They conducted a survey of the average time that a government employee spends working in a certain Arab country. The average was 27 minutes a day. 27 minutes! The rest of the time he drinks coffee, reads newspapers, and goes on errands here and there. Only a small number of people work. The rest do not.

In the mid 1970s I went to Germany. We arrived during in the morning. I asked the guy who took me from the airport to the convention hall… As I was passing through the empty streets, I asked him how come the streets were not busy, like in our countries. He said: "People are at work." After 7 p.m. he took me back to the hotel, and the streets were empty. I said to him: "What's going on, the streets are empty again." He said: people are back home from work, and they are exhausted. All they want is to eat their dinner, watch the news, and then go to bed, because early next morning they have to wake up for hard work. They commute more than an hour to work and back, and spend an hour at lunch. They work non-stop.

We are a nation that doesn't work. How can we develop if we don't work? When we do work, we don't do it professionally. We keep saying "Don't worry, later, later…" Islam teaches us to do things professionally. Doing things professionally is a religious duty. The Prophet said that Allah ordered to excel in everyhting. He imposed excellence and professionalism. Professionalism must be followed in everything. "If you kill, do it properly, and if you slaughter, do it properly." Even when killing, you must do well.

Unfortunately, we do not excel in either military or civil industries. We import everything from needles to missiles. This is our nation. We still haven't manufactured an engine in our Arab countries. We assemble parts, but have no manufacturing industries. India has manufactured a car, and even a plane, while we still go around in circles like a bull in who turns a grinding mill or a water weal until it reaches exactly where it started.

How come the Zionist gang has managed to be superior to us, despite being so few? It has become superior through knowledge, through technology, and through strength. It ahs become superior to us through work. We had the desert before our eyes but we didn't do anything with it. When they took over, they turned it into a green oasis. How can a nation that does not work progress? How can it grow?


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