Humor
Have you ever been standing in line at the bank for so long that you feel like you're going to explode—just completely flip out? Well, I'm the exact same way. Except it's not waiting in line that drives me utterly nuts. It's the undersupply of key brain-chemistry cofactors, like amino acids, that help transport neurotransmitter precursors into my blood-brain barrier.
That shit just makes me lose my fucking mind!
This recurring neurological obstruction of the natural flow of information to my frontal lobe's processing centers is so annoying that I can't even think straight. Sometimes just the thought of how little serotonin my brain is producing is enough to completely kill my appetite, sex drive, and ability to sleep at night. In fact, most of the time I'm so wound up by the constant barrage of disparate neural signals discharging through my body that I can hardly concentrate on everyday tasks, such as washing each glass in the house four times.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/21/AR2007042101385_pf.html
She is on a bio-diesel bus tour to warn the world about Global Warming. Here is an excerpt from her online blog for the trip.
Crow (4/19, Springfield, Tenn.): I have spent the better part of this tour trying to come up with easy ways for us all to become a part of the solution to global warming. Although my ideas are in the earliest stages of development, they are, in my mind, worth investigating. One of my favorites is in the area of forest conservation which we heavily rely on for oxygen. I propose a limitation be put on how many squares of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting. Now, I don't want to rob any law-abiding American of his or her God-given rights, but I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where 2 to 3 could be required.
Crow (4/19): I also like the idea of not using paper napkins, which happen to be made from virgin wood and represent the height of wastefulness. I have designed a clothing line that has what's called a "dining sleeve." The sleeve is detachable and can be replaced with another "dining sleeve," after usage. The design will offer the "diner" the convenience of wiping his mouth on his sleeve rather than throwing out yet another barely used paper product. I think this idea could also translate quite well to those suffering with an annoying head cold.
Let’s hope the hot water and soap you will have to wash with after the one tissue thing is not going to waste more energy than the extra toilet paper. Also all detergents used to wash clothes contain Organic-Phosphates which pollute the water.
Back in the day they had Hedy Lamarr (November 9, 1913 – January 19, 2000). She was an Austrian/Jewish-American actress and communications technology innovator. Though known primarily for her great beauty, she also co-invented the first form of spread spectrum, a key to modern wireless communication. This lead to inporved weapons guided by Radios and Radio guided proxemity fuses that could not be jammed. Spread spectrum radios also made it harder for Resistance broadcasts to be detected by the Nazis. . Many people say that Lamarr's co-invention of spread spectrum as a potential World War II military application was sparked by her desire to do anything in her power to help see Nazism defeated. Wi-fi is also a spread spectrum technology.
Dug up for a new anti-war movement
This hope full head line beams from the marquee of his new church of the internet for the Godless.
He is the new Old Che and the New Che all in one.
He looks down at you from on high! Crucified by the CIA, dead and buried by 2006 he rose to be the truth and the light. He can not be questioned. He can not sin. He can not be assailed. He is unquestionable. He was persecuted by the Devil Richard Nixon and his evil cross dressing demon J. Edgar Hover. He is infallible and you can use him like a cross to bear in public for he died for all of our sins, and none of his plus, he always knew how to get the good Heroin.
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