tvashtarkatena

Got two. Want one? One takes my socks from the laundry and deposits them in the street. I've had to resort to buying all one color/brand sock to reduce the mismatch pair count.

Tvashtarkatena ag ól uisce beatha, Tá mé ólta. Fucks sake, I'm not THAT Irish, man! I've got a wee bit of viking in me, and thank god; otherwise I'd be 5 foot 4, teeth like an old picket fence, and a nose like a Marashino cherry. Wait...that describes the better part of my immediate family. Sorry, a quick translation is due: Tvashtarkatena is drinking whisky today, and is very drunk. Irish drink whiskey not whisky. Canadian whiskey, if you really must know. I'm so ashamed. But it's so good.

It does tend to have that effect... Were you a naturalized Irish citizen or actually from there? If the former, PM me if you have time and let me know how the process went for you. I'm eligible.

Thank you. I could not for the life of me find an Irish translation engine out there. Beer. I'm a beer man. And martinis.

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I've got a fifth of Scotch in me. Jesus, that one's so old.

I know plenty of good irish catholics who don't believe in a god. Do any catholics? St. Francis Solano School, all eight grades, baby. Your adze-hole must be sore. That's no joke. I never had a problem, but at least four boys in my class (and there were only ten) were sexually abused by priests at our CYO camp, which I also attended. I learned this decades later, long after the four priests responsible were convicted, but these were the very same guys that had be biggest behavioral problems. They were all good friends of mine. THAT pisses me off. Dude - that is seriously fucked up. My personal church experience growing was generally positive, and has certainly influenced the way I interpret the unknowns faith and science. Who knows which side of the debate I'd be on today if my path looked like yours. The only negative camp experience I had was a cabin blue flame night....unfortunately I was just a little to skilled in this area. Let's just say I learned about the backdraft phenomena long before the movie came out It is fucked up. I can think of no more heinous crime than fucking up the rest of a kid's life through sexual abuse. But, remember, I didn't learn about any of this until recently. I also had a very positive experience growing up Catholic. My school was great. I also had a great time at CYO camp. When I initially heard of the charges being filed against its founder, I couldn't believe it, but this was decades later. I only learned about my classmates about 7 years ago, so none of this had any effect on my religiosity or upbringing.

The fundamentalist crowd formed my opinion only of the fundamentalist crowd. They had no effect on my faith (or lack thereof at the time, actually). I believed in God for years, and, as a Catholic in a Catholic school, was religiously trained. But one day, after a couple of years of pondering, I gave him up for Lent and never looked back.

Tvashtarkatena ag ól uisce beatha, Tá mé ólta. Fucks sake, I'm not THAT Irish, man! I've got a wee bit of viking in me, and thank god; otherwise I'd be 5 foot 4, teeth like an old picket fence, and a nose like a Marashino cherry. Wait...that describes the better part of my immediate family.

eNNNN! wrong. You can name any number of fruits, as you did above, but the root alludes you. Hint: it is akin to the definition of "sin". I can't believe the Rev didn't get this one right off the bat. Come on Rev...think Buddhism.

Nah. Second generation Irish don't give a flying fuck about that stuff. That's Ireland and England's problem. What initially turned me off to the born again crowd was actually interacting with them in college. The Navigators. What a bowl full of assholes. What keeps me turned off is their legislative agenda. The Get Rich Quick mega churches don't exactly endear me, either.

I know plenty of good irish catholics who don't believe in a god. Do any catholics? St. Francis Solano School, all eight grades, baby. Your adze-hole must be sore. That's no joke. I never had a problem, but at least four boys in my class (and there were only ten) were sexually abused by priests at our CYO camp, which I also attended. I learned this decades later, long after the four priests responsible were convicted, but these were the very same guys that had be biggest behavioral problems. They were all good friends of mine. THAT pisses me off.

He must have thought that, since I use the stove a lot, turning it on for me would please me. Kind of like when he chewed my headlamp, altimeter watch, Chacos, sunglasses....

I know plenty of good irish catholics who don't believe in a god. Do any catholics? St. Francis Solano School, all eight grades, baby.

Love means never having to say "I'm sorry that I only drive a shopping cart".

The Jesus of the Cascades.

My condolences. Go see "The Departed", if you haven't already. My wife came away thinking "Oh, so THAT's whats wrong with him."

Who's angry?

Quick fellatio in flagrante story. I used to work with a bunch folks who'd get together every noon for a run. One of our standard routes included a narrow dirt road. One day we rounded the corner to find a car parked in the road. There was almost no room between the car and the alder brush, so I (in the lead) had to squeeze by the side of the car facing the windows, literally inches away from...a woman's head jackhammering the driver's crotch. I've never seen neck muscles like that in action before. The RPMs were amazing. What was also amazing was how fast they disengaged and zipped up. By the third runner, the show was over.

To spice things up a bit: a NYT article today covers how the Mahdi Army is the only entity that has rebuilt Sadr City (a neglected shiite slum during Saddam's reign). It's going to get politically very interesting if we go toe to toe with them. At last count we're fighting four different wars in Iraq. That's got to be confusing, even for a crack soldier like Patreus.

I kind of collect unusual depictions of Christ. The coolest one I ever saw was in a barber shop on Dominica. You guessed it: Rastaman Jesus, on the cross, no less. I dare to dream of it.

...60 feet in the air and on fire.

I couldn't stop picturing a giant fly swatter.

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would I be walking into your trap by asking you to explain this? Yes.