THE DARK ONE and I had a pretty good weekend we went to see the third installment of Pirates of the Caribbean. I really don't understand the public enthrallment with this piece of crap. The whole Davy Jones with tentacles and all the magical crap is just mind-numbingly boring...matter of fact I fell asleep, so did THE DARK ONE. My sleep apnea woke me up and there she was sleeping with her mouth open. Cute. Since that movie sucked and Squishykitkat was spending the weekend with

Oh, but that's not all...THE DARK ONE, asked me to go to the Smithsonian Museum this morning. I know, I know. I was expecting to get whacked or something! She just wanted a romantic day exploring the Holocaust Museum. Man that place is a downer. But a nice place to pay respects for the victims of the holocaust. Its hard to believe that Man is capable of such atrocities...that said, it was one of those days when you remember, why. Walking down those darken halls, hand-in-hand, watching her, read the exhibits...a sharp memory from the past, like a song forgotten...It's moments like these.
Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not. -- Friedrich Nietzsche
"UNNAMED ONE" and I are always looking at ways to improve the blog or shamelessly direct traffic to our site. The synergy and enthuisiasm of our efforts propelling us forward as we blog the world. Today I stumbled on to something that is interesting, a cross section of what America is interested in, what they are, or were searching

Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then,
after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the
watch to you.
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