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CinnaWolf Pack
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Aug 9, 2010 11:20 am
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Just wanted to put a note here for the CinnaWolf Pack. This pack has done some amazing things and I am very proud to call all of the pack members my friends.
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The above banner is the banner for the pack.
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Sway With Me ...
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Mar 22, 2010 6:24 am
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Sway With Me ...
The song for today is Sway! So many people have sung this song, and I don't know who really should get credit for it. So I will choose the version in the movie Dark City as sung by Jennifer Connelly.
Now if it were up to me to paint the picture of how the song should be perceived it would be this. You are sitting in an underground cabaret in Berlin in May of 1926. The place is crowded and people huddle round small tables drinking and smoking. The crowd cuts across all segments of society, from the trust fund babies to the common working man to pimp with his whores and the China-man selling opium in the adjoining den. Half the club is straight and the other half are gay and lesbian, people are kissing and caressing, sounds of sex escape from the bathroom when someone opens the door. The one thing in common all these people share is the great desire to escape from reality in the nightlife of a city on the brink.
The band comes back from an intermission, and takes their places off to the sides. They are a novelty, all black jazz musicians from the United States who were Dough Boys but never went back home after the Great War. Tonight is the debut for a new signer, and the rumors are she is stunning with a slow sultry voice that elicits an erotic response. The lights are dimmed even lower as the band warms up the singer takes the stage, but all you can see is her silhouette. The drummer starts off with a 1, 2, 3 count and the band begins to play, a slow melancholy melody. A single hazy spotlight sweeps across the floor, illuminating the haze from all the smoke and slowly stops at the base of the stage.
A tantalizing voice begins to sing, and the spotlight slowly moves up the singers shapely legs. As she sings the first verse, the light reveals her sexy body wrapped in a short tight maroon dress. The stiletto heels she wears adds a seductive grace as she stands bathed in the spotlight. A slit runs up the left side of of a backless dress all the way to her waist. The top is low cut with lace strategically placed to just barely cover her ample breasts. She wears no bra, and you can see the black garter belt holding up her silk stockings and her lacy panties as she slowly sways her hips to the rhythm of the song. Her eyes are captivating, and her long flowing brunette hair is swept over her right shoulder. She oozes sensuality as she sings and sways in place as her sultry voice sings ...
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
The lights go up on the small dance floor. You beckon you lover by offering your hand. You glide over to the dance floor and find an open spot and pressing your body into your lovers. Hands roam and explore, caressing the sweet flesh as your mouths lock on a deep passionate kiss with dueling tongues. Lost in the embrace of your lover, entranced by their eyes, everything melts away. You sway to music making love as the singer teases you with her erotic voice ...
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
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The TARD Project: Phase I - Introdution
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Mar 10, 2010 5:31 am
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The TARD Project
Phase I - Introduction
This post is an introduction to the TARD project. There will be many posts to follow to establish the meanings of the various definitions in this lexicon. Entries will be updated, deleted, added and so on as needs arise and time goes on. This type of project would normally be started by committee and sent out to the community at large to vote, discuss, and adopt the entries in the lexicon. This project will consist of me putting out the initial posts, seeking comments and feedback, and then a vote to see if the entry is stable enough to add to the lexicon. For the time being, I will post mainly on my blog but will mirror and put out major releases in The Cheyenne Social Club.
So the TARD project is a continuation and advancement of a project to classify the many types of TARDs found online in chat. It is important to classify the various TARDs so you know what you are dealing with. I am not trying to be offensive or abusive to those truly with developmental disabilities, simply because many of them do not go online to chat rooms. Now I know this sounds harsh, and maybe it is, but understand there are many people in chat whose social skills are totally retarded. I know a few people are thinking, by god you think you better than most people; to which I say, I don't think, I KNOW! Also, some of the people out there need to get a sense humor too.
To better understand the goals of the TARD project is simply a scientific taxonomy for the various groups of TARDs found online. To help many understand what this means it is like the classification system of biological organisms into hierarchal system defined by the octuplet [Domain, Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genius, Species]. I already hear a few of the overeducated people saying, well this is more of folk taxonomy since there is no scientific basis for this. For which my reply is simply, I am a scientist/researcher and while working on this project I wear nothing but a white lab coat with a pocket protector and a slide rule is in easy reach. Furthermore, to those who say this is a folk thing, I flip you off, this is my project if you do not like it then fuck off, and I give the respect you deserve as I moon you wearing only the white lab coat while making flatulent sounds.
In closing, I would like to give an overview of some of the basic TARDs we will start with. Please note, we are focusing on those TARDs found in chat rooms to begin with. I think it is a necessity to begin the classification in chat since most TARDs do tend to flit through the chat rooms whether they are public, private, or group rooms.
CLASSIC TARD
This is the historical group of the two basic TARDs seen throughout all of life, namely:
* tard - this is an annoying person who is showing a significant level of social retardation;
* fucktard - a monumental tard of epic proportion.
Although these terms are generic, it is not as satisfying as having a more rich lexicon to describe the various TARDs with a more meaningful descriptor. This leads to the next section, namely:
CHAT TARDS
One of the reasons why this is a scientific and not a folk taxonomy is that I am imposing the standard, or in mathematical terms the measure, for the basis of the system. For CHAT TARDs, the basis is the movie Forrest Gump which can be seen by all and therefore giving a common link for all. To keep this project manageable this is the first group of entries to lexicon and are the more generic. I strongly emphasize these classifications are meant to be gender indifferent although some will clearly have an inherent gender bias. I am not going to give much detail here since I would like to encourage and obtain feedback, so here they are:
* gumptard aka gumpy - this is the next level of TARD after fucktard and is meant to imply something profoundly wrong with the TARD;
* bubbatard aka bubba or bubbat - simply put a bubbatard makes a gumptard look like fucking Einstein in comparison; a bubbatard at most knows about only one thing and rambles on relentlessly about it to the point that after short order only gumpys will be listening;
* busstoptard aka bustard - these are people who indulge gumptards by listening to them prattle on about there life and other meaningless shit and give the gumpys an audience or forum to go on and on ad nauseum;
* jennytard - this type of TARD is a complete whore of a tard and manipulates gumptards and bubbatards by the suggestion of or even actual sexual favors; of course this type is what have been referred to as a skank with a cavernous diseased gaping holes that gumptards and bubbatards cannot wait to fuck and historically would be a DEB or CB or something of that ilk;
* captaindantard aka capntard or dantard - this type of TARD is a leader of gumptards and bubbatards and differs significantly from a jennytard simply because no sexual connotations exist, whether actual or perceived, amongst the TARDs in play; in the sense of pack animals this would be the alpha gumptard of a pack of gumptards and bubbatards, please note a bubbatard does not have the intellectual capacity to be a captaindantard and without the pack present a captaindantard is simply yet another gumptard;
* mommatard aka mommytard - this is an altruistic TARD who finds it necessary to say what they perceive as witty sayings which are at best annoying cliches and/or slogans, for example, Can't we all just get along and other retarded things; additionally the mommatard in her truest of true altruistic nature maybe be a protector of gumptards and/or bubbatards where a familial type relationship seems present without sexual undercurrents (author's personal note: although Forrest was from Alabama, if there is sexual tension between a mommatard and another TARD, the mommatard would be promoted to a jennytard).
SPECIALIZED CHAT TARDS
This grouping is a springboard to further discussion on narrowly focused TARDs in chat rooms. This category is meant to be a catch all for theme based TARD activity and each group needs to be further refined to classify the subtypes of these TARDs. Some of these are self evident and require little explanation. To get the ball rolling here is the first group of TARDs in this category:
* camtards - retarded behavior centered around the TARD and its cam;
* bottard aka tardbot - an annoying TARD posting the same message over and over again to promote something or seeking money;
* trannytard aka bleaktard - this is typically a male gumptard or bubbatard who will hit on anything feminine looking and will assume all people in the TV/TS/TG category have female genitalia and that is good enough for them to get their dick stinky, furthermore the trannytard will run away when slapped in the face with the cock of the TV/TS/TG person, additionally the bleaktard will not listen to others when they try to warn of said cock before the turkey slap happens;
* spoiledbrattard aka rocktard - this type of TARD believes they are always right and should be the undisputed leader of universe, this type of megalomaniac, true to its psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of grandeur, control, power, or omnipotence, will run,scurry, and flee when confronted and will take their toys with them and will claim victory and then lurk or have one of their minion TARDs lurk seeing what has been said after they supposedly leave; additional characteristics are they demand tribute and loyalty if they have any power like being a group owner or associate moderator of a group, furthermore, when there is a dispute a rocktard will insist everyone everywhere must take a side and plots vengeance on those who do not pick sides or even worse do not side with them; the basic mentality of a rocktard is that of like a 7 year old bully on a playground;
* wtfareyousayingtard aka wtftard or debtard - this type of TARD is reserved for TARDs whose posts are so unintelligible you have to question whether or not they are actually using the helper monkey provided by social services, the wtftard is easily recognized because everytime you try to interpret their posts you find yourself asking wtf was that;
* ithinkmyballsdroppedtard aka priortard - this is a TARD who waits and waits and has no spine and then attacks someone no matter what because some other TARD has launched an attack on someone normal, this type of TARD is known for being two faced, hypocritical, paranoid, cowardly, and pathetic; typically when confronted a priortard will either run, scurry, and flee, stop posting and lurk, or some other similar action.
Please leave comments and suggestions in reply to this post. Hopefully a healthy discussion will ensue and resolutions made and adopted to build our taxonomy of TARDs.
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Mix Tapes ...
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Nov 26, 2009 11:53 pm
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I am a child of the 80s there is no doubt. The concept of a mix tape is very simple for those who have never heard of the term. It was something that cassette tapes allowed us to do. Take songs from various other tapes and records and make your mix tape of songs. Granted with mp3 files and digital media, this concept of a mix tape is archaic. I remember buying 45 rpm records just because I wanted the one song and not the entire LP. Then there were EPs and cassette tapes with a song or two on them. Now that I have finished the history lesson for those who are not familiar with concept, I come to the point of my post.
If you knew, you were going to die in the very near future, what songs would you put on the mix tape of your life? What songs would you want people to think of when they remember you? What song would you want played when the bury you or scatter your ashes?
Here would be my list if I had to make one right now. Granted it would easily changed in a different mood or frame of mind. Although some of the songs would not changed because they are fixed in time for people special to me. Other songs are there for more abstract reasons, which is a subtle way to say its a personal choice. The order of the songs is very important in telling the tale and so it might not flow as well as it should, but how smooth does life flow? I know which song I would like my ashes spread, who should do it, and where it should be done; but I refuse to share that here. Although, people who know me, would have such an easy time knowing the exact details.
Although the songs seem rather stochastic, it is a deterministic list, although some of the observations may change over time. Those who know me well would be able to explain the songs and the reasons why. But no one single person would be able to explain all the songs with out having to make some guesses. I do believe we all have secrets and not all of our worlds collide. All of the songs have a simple complexity on this list and I am the only one who knows all of it, which is why I am the only one who could make the tape of my life.
They Might Be Giants ... Particle Man
Live ... Lightning Crashes
Bush ... Machine Head
Timbuk3 ... The Future's So Bright I Got To Wear Shades
Placebo ... Meds
You Are My Sunshine
Good Charlotte ... Predictable
Gnarls Barkley ... Crazy
Neil Young ... Sample and Hold
Three Days Grace ... Animal I Have Become
Tears For Fears or Gary Jules ... Mad World
Born ... I Like It, I Love It
Kai Tracid ... Life Is To Short
Good Charlotte ... Hold On
Apocalypitca ... Farewell
I know there are plenty of songs I would like to have on the mix tape of my life, but it has to be realistic in the number of songs. Some songs like XTC, Dear God or something by Daft Punk should make sense to be there but somehow didn't make it this time. Then there are songs you just like, but don't necessarily paint the picture of your life and the message you want to leave behind. All of the songs must have some kind of meaning for you, if for no other person.
So which songs would be on your mix tape for your life?
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When chaos is not ...
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Oct 6, 2009 10:25 pm
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... only through ignorance does one see random acts having no meaning or purpose ... the person with insight sees the path and understands the acts for what whey are ...
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Paths...
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Aug 18, 2009 8:19 pm
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A quote from
The Teachings of Don Juan
by Carlos Castaneda
Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you . . . Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question . . . Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use.
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RIP...
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Aug 16, 2009 1:43 am
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It seems every blog I have ever had has included these two poems sooner or later. They are probably two of the best poems ever written about war, by those who were there. For me, they will always make me think of a wonderful person I knew who gave his life so others might live.
Dulce Et Decorum Est
By Wilfred Owen in 1917
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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By Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam
If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.
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In closing, I would feel remiss if I did not include the stanza from the poem For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon written in 1914.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
RIP dear friend ...
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An e-mail sent to me...
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Aug 15, 2009 2:15 am
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I was going to put commentary on the following e-mail I received, but I decided against it. No point in beating a dead horse further. For the record the subject was "i'm sorry..." and was sent on Aug 4, 2009 12:17 AM CDT.
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wolf... i think things have gotten way out of hand... i was upset that night... and i said things i didn't mean. i knew you were kidding, but i got highly embarrassed... you saw how red i got... i am easily embarrassed... i would like us to be friends again... come on... i've always considered you and {my gf's name deleted} at the top of my list on here... and now i just feel that everyone is against me... because i know that a lot of people listen to you... i never said i was going to quit... i was just gonna find a different room to hang in until things blew over (i.e. until i calmed down)... what you did say was funny, now that i have thought things through... i've told you in the past that i am a very shy person... so it was hard for me to even let {male name of cam owner deleted} turn on the cam... let alone be in the view of it.
please wolf.. let's drop all the bullshit and be friends again... but i do understand if you don't want to... {female name of sender deleted}
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Kiss for her ...
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Jul 9, 2009 3:58 pm
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Kiss for her
I look deeply into your eyes and move close to you never breaking contact. I slide my hand on your hip, my other hand brushes your hair back. I lean into you and kiss you softly on your lips while giving you an Eskimo kiss. My tongue traces the out line of your lower lip, pulling it into my lips and licking it with my tongue. Kissing each corner of your mouth and licking your upper lip while my hands explore your body. I move back a little, gazing into your eyes, slowly leaning forward and kissing you deeply. Our tongues exploring each other, dueling with delight, I suck on your tongue and let you suck mine. I hold you close and can feel your heartbeat and breathing as I kiss you again. My hand lightly strokes your cheek and I pull you close to me, I feel your bodies rhythms and I fall in sync to them. Our bodies embracing and melting into one, you feel secure and safe. I kiss you deeply again, and nuzzle in your neck so I can whisper in your ear ...
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Hold On
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Jun 25, 2009 5:38 am
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Hold On
by
Good Charlotte
This world
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear
But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Your days
You say they're way too long
And your nights
You can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more
And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more
But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on
What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...What are you waiting for?
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Hold on
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Some Quotes
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Jun 25, 2009 12:48 am
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People living deeply have no fear of death.
--Anais Nin
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity
-- Gilda Radner
Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
All we who are dead below
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem loquacious to you.
-- From a Roman tombstone
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The Chronicles Of Life And Death
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Jun 23, 2009 9:59 pm
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The Chronicles Of Life And Death
by
Good Charlotte
You come in cold
You're covered in blood
There all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord
He hands it to your mom
She sets you free into this life
And where do you go?
No destination, no map to guide you
Wouldn't you know
It doesn't matter we all end up the same
These are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life
And money talks, in this world that's what idiots will say
but you'll find out, that this world is just an idiot's parade
Before you go
You've got some questions that you want answered
But now your old, cold, covered in blood
And right back to where you started from
These are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the worst day of your life
But these are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of
Today could be the worst day of
Today could be the last day of
Your life
It's your life
Your life
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