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There I sat, half-listening to the conference-call taking place. Thirteen of us were crammed in a small conference room around a table intended to seat ten. I didn't know which was worse, my knees rubbing up against the two suits at my sides or having the feeling that my testicles were grinding each other into a thin paste every time I attempted to shift around for a little relief. Okay, it was the testicle thing, but still... We were being forced into this mandatory business meeting in order...

The Healing Power of Violence One way of looking at the violence in the film Fight Club is to view it as a means for a man to re-establish himself as a powerful being in a world where his masculinity has been diminished to such a point where all that is left is a hollow aimless being. Because of this, the violence in Fight Club is primarily being used as a healing power, rather than one meant to specifically destroy. If you take note you will see in the movie that the most revered men among t...

The human brain is awesome. Just the other day I was sitting in class, bored, and I suddenly realized I could think. Duh, I mean, I always knew I could think, but it occurred to me that I could imagine I was somewhere else, like an island, in the sun! I sat there and thought and thought, but none of my islands were any fun. Then I tried to imagine I was at Disneyland. I had been there a few times as kid, and I loved it. But when I tried to remember how great it was, I realized that roller coa...

Spreading Christmas Joy Consumer Reports has once again given me several really great ideas for my Christmas shopping this year. I printed up a list of presents and headed down to the local Toys R Us hoping to make a few specific children very happy this holiday season. The magazine publishes list every single year, around Christmas time, warning of the dangers of certain toys out on the market. I love this list. Some toys have choking hazards. Others come with frighteningly realistic sharp o...

Life in a bucket is tough The sun glares down and treats me rough The water sloshes, splashes and runs One of these days I'll take a plunge I'll be dead in the sand as the bare feet skip by Stomping on seashells near where I lie My body will wither crackle and dust But at least I won't choke on salt and rust No belly for me no fish will partake What once was called bait will be left to bake No hooks through my flesh no earth to digest I'll just lay there.