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três tomates caiu no chão. Fiquei triste, porque é importante para a sopa de tomate. Agora, a sopa não terá tomates. o que é uma sopa se não tiver tomates.
Deve ser um outro tipo de sopa, sopa de abóbora, talvez, mas eu estou preocupado porque eu não tenho abóbora e eu não posso fazer qualquer sopa de abóbora com tomate. Estou confuso.
Farts.. from IRC
SO back in the day.. there was this thing, called IRC… Internet Relay Chat.
It was the beginning of IMs for Internet.
Anyhoo… unrelated… here is a list I found from 1998 about farts.
And Cait (my wife) says HI *waves* and she’s a Unicorn 🙂 and I’m a giant poppy head…and also, she’s desperate, so please buy her pizza
(for real though, pepperoni and cheese and black olives from any pizza place) please courier to America.
All farts are divided into two groups: yours and somebody else’s.
THE ANTICIPATED FART:
This one warns that it is back there waiting for some time before it arrives. A person who is uneasy for a time in a crowd and who later farts at a time when they think no one will notice has farted an Anticipated Fart.
THE BACK SEAT FART:
This is a fart that occurs only in automobiles. It is identified chiefly by odor. The Back Seat Fart can usually be concealed by traffic noise as it is an eased-out fart and not very loud. But its odor is foul, will give it away, due to the way air moves around in a car. And then someone will say, who farted in the back seat?
THE BARN OWL FART:
A familiarity with owl calls is helpful in identifying this fart. Almost any morning if you get up just before daybreak you can hear one of these birds talking to himself. It’s a sort of a crazy laugh, particularly the way it ends. If you hear a fart that has about eight notes in it, ending on a couple of down notes, and it sounds maniacal, you have heard the rare Barn Owl Fart.
THE BULLET FART:
Its single and most pronounced diagnostic Characteristic is its sound. It sounds like a rifle shot. The farter can be said to have snapped it off. It can startle spectators and farter alike. Fairly common following the eating of the more common fart foods, such as beans.
THE COMMAND FART:
This fart differs from the Anticipated Fart in that it can be held for long periods of time waiting for the right moment. Unlike the Anticipated Fart, it is intended to be noticed. Harold Tabor recently held a Command Fart for the whole period in history class and let it go right at the end when the teacher asked if there were any questions.
THE COMMON FART:
This fart needs little description. It is to the world of farts what the house sparrow is to the world of birds. I can see no point in describing this fart any further.
THE CUSHIONED FART:
A concealed fart, sometimes successful. The farter is usually on the fat side, sometimes a girl. They will squirm and push their butt way down into the cushions of a sofa or over-stuffed chair and ease-out a fart very carefully without moving then or for some time after. Some odor may escape, but usually not much. Common with some people.
THE DUD FART:
The Dud Fart is not really a fart at all. It’s a fart that fails. For this reason it is strictly a group one identification fart, because there is no real way you can identify a fart that somebody else expected to fart but didn’t. It is the most private of all farts. In most cases the farter usually feels a little disappointed.
THE ECHO FART:
This is a fart that can be wrongly identified. It is not some great loud fart in an empty gym or on the rim of the Grand Canyon. The true Echo Fart is a fart that makes its own echo. It is a two-toned fart, the first tone loud, then a pause, and then the second tone. Like an echo.
THE G AND L FART:
This is one of the most ordinary and pedestrian of farts, known to everyone. Certainly it is the least gross. If you have not already guessed, G and L stands for Gambled and Lost. One of the most embarrassing of all farts, even when you are alone.
THE GHOST FART:
A doubtful fart in most cases, as it is supposed to be identified by odor alone and to occur, for instance, in an empty house. You enter and smell a fart, yet no one is there. People will insist that only a fart could have that odor, but some believe it is just something that happens to smell like a fart.
THE HIC-HACHOO-FART FART:
This is strictly an old lady’s fart. What happens is that the person manages to hiccough, sneeze, and fart all at the same time. After an old lady farts a Hic-Hachoo-Fart Fart she will usually pat her chest and say, “My, my”, or “Well, well”. There is no reason she should not be proud, as this is probably as neat an old person’s fart as there is.
THE JERK FART:
The Jerk Fart is a fart by a jerk who smirks, smiles, grins, and points to himself in case you missed it. It is usually a single-noted, off-key, fading away, sort of whistle fart, altogether pitiful, but the jerk will act as if he has just farted the Biggest Fart in the World Fart.
THE JOHN FART:
The John Fart is simply any ordinary fart farted on the john. It is naturally a group one identification, with the sound, whatever it was, somewhat muffled. If it is all the person’s trip to the john amounted to he will be disappointed for sure. Common as pigeons.
THE LEAD FART:
The heaviest of all farts. It sounds like a dropped ripe watermelon. Or a falling body in some cases. It is the only fart that goes thud. Except for the odor, which is also very heavy, it could be missed altogether as a far. What was that, you might think? And never guess.
THE MALTED MILK BALL FART:
Odor alone is diagnostic and positively identifies this fart. It smells exactly like malted milk balls. No other food works this way. It is rare.
THE OH MY GOD FART:
This is the most awful and dreadful stinking of all farts a fart that smells like a month-old rotten egg – as the Oh My God Fart. If you should ever encounter it, however, you may first want to say, oh shit, which would be understandable.
THE OMEN FART:
This is the adult version of the Poo-Poo Fart. About the only difference is that the farter will not say anything. He will just look kind of funny and head for the john. This one is easy to spot if you pay attention.
THE ORGANIC FART:
Sometimes called the Health Food Nut Fart. The person who farts an Organic Fart may be talking about the healthy food he eats even when he farts. If he is heavily into health foods he may even ask if you noticed how good and pure and health his fart smells. It may smell to you like any other fart, but there is no harm in agreeing with him. He is doing what he thinks is best.
THE QUIVER FART:
A group one identification fart only. When you fart, it quivers. If it tickles, then it is the Tickle Fart. If you have to scratch it, then it is the Scratchass Fart.
THE RAMBLING PHADUKA FART:
You must not be fooled by its Pretty-sounding name, as this is one of the most frightening of all farts. It is frightening to farter and spectator alike. It has a sound of pain to it. What is most diagnostic about it, however, is its length. It is the longest-lasting fart there is. It will sometimes leave the farter unable to speak. As though he has had the wind knocked out of him. A strong, loud, wavering fart, it goes on for at least fifteen seconds.
THE RELIEF FART:
Sound or odor don’t matter on this one. What matters is the tremendous sense of relief that you have finally farted. Some people will even say, “Wow, what a relief”. Very common.
THE RELUCTANT FART:
This is probably one of the oldest farts known to man. The Reluctant Fart is a fart that seems to have a mind of its own. It gives the impression that it likes staying where it is. It will come when it is ready, not before. This can take half-a-day in some instances.
THE RUSTY GATE FART:
The sound of this fart seems almost impossible for a fart. Is the most dry and squeaky sound a fart can make. The Rusty Gate Fart sounds as if it would have worked a lot easier if it had been oiled. It sounds like a fart that hurts.
THE S.B.D. FART: S.B.D.
stands for Silent But Deadly. This is no doubt one of the most common farts that exists. No problem of identification with this one.
THE SANDPAPER FART: This one scratches. Otherwise it may not amount to much. You should remember that if you reach back and scratch, it automatically becomes a Scratchass Fart. Common.
THE SKILLSAW FART:
A truly awesome fart. It vibrates the farter. Really shakes him up. People back away. It sounds like an electric skillsaw ripping through a piece of half-inch plywood. Very impressive. Not too common.
THE SONIC BOOM FART:
The people who believe in this fart claim it is even bigger than the Biggest Fart In The World Fart. The Sonic Boom Fart is supposed to shake the house and rattle the windows. This is ridiculous. No fart in the world shakes houses and rattles windows. A fart that could do that would put the farter into orbit or blow his crazy head off.
THE SPLATTER FART:
Unfortunately the Splatter Fart exists. It is the wettest of all farts. It probably should not be called a fart at all.
THE STUTTER FART:
If you think stuttering is funny, this is a very funny fart. It is a fart that can’t seem to get going. The sound is best described as pt,pt,pt-pt,pt-pt-pt,pop,pop-pop-pop-POW! It is usually a forced-out fart that gets caught crossways, as they say, and only gets farted after considerable effort.
THE TACO BELL FART:
The Taco Bell Fart is far richer and full-bodied than your ordinary Junk Fart and takes longer to build up. Sometimes hours or even a day. But it will get there. And it will hang around after, too, even on a windy day.
THE TEFLON FART:
Slips out without a sound and no strain at all. A very good fart in situations where you would rather not fart at all. You can be talking to someone and not miss saying a word. If the wind is right he will never know.
THE THANK GOD I’M ALONE FART:
Everyone knows this rotten fart. You look around after you have farted and say Thank God I’m alone. Then you get out of there.
THE TICKLE FART:
A group one only and one of the easiest to identify. Usually a slow soft sort of fart. If you like being tickled this is the fart for you!
May the fart be with you ![]()
The world around me is insane
The world around me is insane.
And I am the only here that is level headed.
That is actually not quite accurate.
I am insane also.
But I choose to think like that because that allows me to remain level headed and survive in this insane world, where level headedness is looked down upon and the truly kind hearted are stabbed by eyes of gloom and souls of pure tar.
In amongst this all, I still survive, all be it as a slim shimmer of a child’s scream in the darkness of my cave, deep, deep inside my level headed insanity.
Taking a break
Sometimes,
Life gets too complicated, too confusing, and we lose track of ourselves, who we were.
Sometimes it’s good to change, sometimes we can’t change, or change others around us.
Sometimes, we need to learn to accept people for who they are.
I’ve made some mistakes in my personal life over the last few weeks, mistakes that I regret so badly now, but ones I think can not be corrected 100% anymore, although I can hope it’s possible.
I’m not the only one who made mistakes, and I am sure the others are pondering similar things as I am now.
This blog site was originally set up and called UneasyPills because, I wanted it to reflect a part of me that people don’t generally like to talk about.
I suffer from depression.
I always have, and I will likely always do so until the day I die.
This is just a fact, a part of my life I have had to accept.
Depression is very real, it’s not made up.
There’s generally two core types, mental and chemical, of which mental can be triggered by chemical. To define the two as I understand it, mental is where, say, similar to teenage angst .. and chemical is the actual lack of or imbalance of the happy-chemicals in the brain.
I have mostly the chemical one, which means I can function normally most of the time, as long as I am careful about my environment, and what I do. Being aware of triggers is a big thing. but I seem to fail at noticing them sometimes.
Some people around me, still don’t understand, don’t want too, or maybe just can not understand.
I’m not asking for sympathy, just an attempt at understanding.
Depression is a funny thing, it hits people in different, but similar ways. For me, its a cycle of “Anxiety Stress Depression”.
It’s mostly starts because I always choose to put people I care about first, and in that way, I get to feel some happiness from seeing them be happy.
This of course, works to my detriment in the end.. but it is who I am.
The first time I had a full breakdown, was about 15-17 years ago. It was my first proper face to face with how devastating depression can be, and I didn’t know very much about it back then.
I know it lasted about 10 months, I was “lights on, no one home” for that time, so I really don’t recall very much at all, and have to rely on what others around me tell me. I know that my GF at the time, was amazing, she looked after me for that time and I owe her a lot. She was the only one that understood. I guess it helped that she was a nurse. well.. anyway.
In those 10 months, things I know I can recall is just driving with family to my cousins wedding, cant remember the wedding or anything else around it..
that’s it.
When the breakdown happened, it sort of took me by surprise, I remember beforehand, people at my job always asking “hey are you ok, you seem different” but I recall feeling normal.. this is how it worked for me, it hit all in one go.
I remember, waking up in the morning… sitting up in bed.. looking at my work uniform and I just started shaking… and could not bring myself to get dressed.
I remember calling work, and speaking to the shift supervisor , in fact I remember what I said.. “Im not coming in any more… I quit”…. and that was it. I sort of recall crying a lot after that, and for the following 10 or so months, I really cant remember anything else, other than some very fragmented things.
My gf then, tells me, I spent most of my time either in bed, or wrapped in a blanket in a corner of our apartment. I don’t remember really.
I know I had the odd visitor, my cousin, and two of my dear friends MJ and JM ( I kid you not, those are their initials)
I remember the very last stages of my recovery, when I started going outside in small amounts… it was like.. a new world…. I basically fell apart, wasn’t able to look after myself, etc. your life ends as you knew it.
I had to rebuild everything I knew, start again. That was freaky and interesting.
I learnt who my real friends were very quickly after that.
that was, for the most part, my first actual proper breakdown.
I’ve had numerous ones after that, and hell, I’m having one now, although not anywhere near as bad, but still bad enough that it has damaged relations with someone I care greatly and deeply about… but only time will tell if those bridges can be repaired. I hope they can.
My second breakdown happened, maybe 2 or 3 years after the first one, and it was quite a doozey. It’s the first time I ever took medication for it. (never took any medication for the fist one).
I took a very strong series of Arrowpax.
That was likely, one of the worst things I could ever have done.
That drug changed me. changed my personality. and I hated it.
I still hate what I have become, even today.
I used to be very introverted, mild mannered, easy going…. it fairly much turned me into the opposite.
I very clearly recall becoming a very loud annoying bossy and “take no shit from anyone” type of person.
That took years to tame down afterwards.
My Third notable breakdown was only about 3 years ago, when, due to life, my (now) Ex and I broke up after 4 years, and the stress of trying to buy a house and growing apart.
My Forth notable one is right now.
This one is not so unique, it bares similarities to the others, and in cause and effect also.
At the moment, as I write this, I am fairly calm, its almost 2am, and I’m going to attempt to go to work at 8am, i wasn’t able to go to work this morning.
I’m currently on medication, it’s shelf name is: EFEXOR-XR, Venlafaxine as the hydrochloride. It’s fucking horrible.
But it is working, well, starting to work… though sadly too late for me to have done anything about saving the damaged friendship.
I’m not going to go into detail now, about stuff, regards to say that if you are reading this and you suffer from depression also, you’ll fully understand what I’m talking about , as brief as it is.
For those of you that don’t understand…. GO READ.
Your ignorance makes our lives extremely hard.
Anyway, I’ll end with this.
Finding moments of remembrance in a busy life
Sometimes, we skip too much the basics of life.
I remember, growing up, how I loved listening to musicians music, how it inspired me to grow as a musician, and also, how it somehow deflated me also, watching those amazingly talented people and thinking.. wow I’ll never play like that… but you know.. it’s not about playing like them, it’s about playing like yourself, about being yourself, about stopping, and looking around you at all the greatness that is around is every day, ….
because, if it wasn’t for that stone in your shoe….
(arrgghh, hate my old poetry) lol
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Disgusting McDonalds Health Standards
Well, this is a first, .. and I’m gonna name and shame..
McDonalds @ Greenlane, Auckland, New Zealand, Saturday the 1st of October 2011 at 18:26.
I went to Maccas drive though and ordered a meal, no problems, went up to the pay window and paid, no problems…
but.. drove up to the pickup window, and standing in there in the pickup window area was some dumbass guy in track pants and flip-flops with not even socks on, walking around in the food area (behind the counters) of McDonalds.
I mean. that is truly stupid and disgusting…
Really McDonalds… you have idiots walking around in a hot food prep area in flipflops ?? WTF ????
I’m NEVER going there again.
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