net lies.

I think it’s kind of funny that some folks take what they hear without researching it, and automatically assign truth to it. (I’m not pointing fingers, as I have fallen victim to a few hoaxes in my own time… only after looking it up to prove I was right, did I realise… well… no, that email someone sent me was not true, and Abe Vigoda isn’t dead…. or whatever.)

Here’s one that I’ve gotten probably 50 times, and it is patently untrue. It’s so ridiculous, that well, it almost sounds like it would be legit.

***snip***

This is Very Disturbing – This was sent to me so I’m just sharing the information.

KFC has been a part of our American traditions for many years. Many people, day in and day out, eat at KFC religiously. Do they really know what they are eating? During a recent study of KFC done at the University of New Hampshire, they found some very upsetting facts.

First of all, has anybody noticed that just recently, the company has changed their name? Kentucky Fried Chicken has become KFC. Does anybody know why? We thought the real reason was because of the “FRIED” food issue. It’s not. The reason why they call it KFC is because they can not use the word chicken anymore. Why? KFC does not use real chickens.

They actually use genetically manipulated organisms. These so called “chickens” are kept alive by tubes inserted into their bodies to pump blood and nutrients throughout their structure. They have no beaks, no feathers, and no feet. Their bone structure is dramatically shrunk to get more meat out of them. This is great for KFC because they do not have to pay so much for their production costs. There is no more plucking of the feathers or the removal of the beaks and feet.

The government has told them to change all of their menus so they do not say chicken anywhere. If you look closely you will notice this. Listen to their commercials, I guarantee you will not see or hear the word chicken. I find this matter to be very disturbing. I hope people will start to realize this and let other people know.

Please forward this message to as many people as you can. Together we make KFC start using real chicken again.

** end snip.

It has all the hallmarks of a hoax… the evil corporate conspiracy, the authoritative sounding reference to a university study and, of course, the plea for grassroots action by forwarding “this message to as many people as you can.” It plays on the concerns that have been raised over genetically altered produce and from a theoretical standpoint is almost plausible. However, that is a very big “almost.” Two things about this hoax jumped out at me immediately as I read it for the first time. The first was that if the University of New Hampshire had really done a study such as this I wouldn’t be hearing about it for the first time in a forwarded e-mail… it would have made the front page of the newspaper and CNN’s Headline News. This is true of many hoaxes, if they were real the media would jump all over them. That alone convinced me this was a hoax, but then when it went on to say “I guarantee you will not see or hear the word chicken” in KFC’s advertising I thought “then what’s that stuff they keep saying they do right?” One thing is for sure, the person who wrote this doesn’t do rumors right… it fell apart from the start. However, as far as rumors go, it was amusing. Had the author implicated McDonalds’ burgers I may have been inclined to believe it. *g*

ABC’s of Television. (thanks Kiersten for the help!)

A is for The A-Team
B is for BJ and the Bear
C is for “CHiPs”
D is for Dukes of Hazzard
E is for Electric Company
F is for Fall Guy
G is for Galactica 1980
H is for the Honeymooners
I is for the Incredible Hulk
J is for Jeffersons
K is for Knight Rider
L is for the Love Boat (original)
M is for M*A*S*H
N is for Night Court
O is for Outer Limits
P is for Planet Of The Apes
Q is for Quantum Leap
R is for Remington Steele
S is for Star Trek (original)
T is for Tales Of The Gold Monkey
U is for Unsolved Mysteries
V is for V
W is for Wild Wild West
X is for the X-Files
Y is for Young Indiana Jones Chronicles
Z is for Zorro

fall guy. I blame lique for this.

This is the story of one of America’s great unsung heroes. I mean you’ve seen him, but you never knew who he was, you’ve cheered for him and cried for him, women have wanted to die for him, did he ever get any credit? Or the girl? No! He was what we call a Stuntman. And the reason I’m talking so fondly about him is, well because it’s me. Colt Seavers. Anyway Picture work isn’t wall to wall employment, so maybe you wonder how a guy keeps his head together? Well one way is to wait by the phone. And wait and wait. The other is to take an occasional job for the court system of the United States of America, where a man is considered innocent until proving guilty. Unfortunately sometimes a lot of these people get out of jail on what we call bail, and run like hell. That’s where I come in. I sometimes pick up rent money trying to find them and bring them back to justice.

*sing it with me, people!*

Well I’m Not The Kind To Kiss And Tell,
But I’ve Been Seen With Farrah,
I’ve Never Been With Anything Less Than A Nine,
So Fine,
I’ve Been On Fire With Sally Field,
Gone Fast With A Girl Name Bo,
But Somehow They Just Don’t End Up As Mine,
It’s A Death Defying Live I Lead,
I Take My Chances,
I Die For Living In The Movies And TV,
But The Hardest Thing I Ever Do Is Watch My Leading Ladies,
Kiss Some other Guy While I’m Bandaging My Knee,
I Might Fall From A Tall Building,
I Might Roll A Brand New Car,
Cause I’m The Unknown Stuntman That Made Redford Such A Star

…I’ve Never Spent Much Time In School,
But I’ve Taught Ladies Plenty,
It’s True I Hire My Body Out For Pay,
Hey Hey,
I’ve Gotten Burned Over Cheryl Tiegs,
Blown Up For Raquel Welch,
But When I Wind Up In The Hay,
It’s Only Hay,
Hey Hey,
I Might Jump An Open Drawbridge,
Or Tarzan From A Vine,
Cause I’m The Unknown Stuntman That Makes Eastwood Look So Fine

Back from a walk to the beach.

I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade

I’d ask my friends to come and see
An octopus’ garden with me
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus’ garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
Because we know we can’t be found
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
Lies beneath the ocean waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they’re happy and they’re safe
Happy and they’re safe

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden with you
In an octopus’ garden with you
In an octopus’ garden with you

lunch!

watched a 1/2 hour of mst3k for lunch… and now this is stuck in my head… not that I mind.

it was a mike episode, and I didn’t care. 🙂

TOM: Say fellas, there sure is a lotta skin in this movie, i’n’t there?

MIKE: There sure is!

CROW: Yet despite all the acres of flesh in this film, I just can’t come up with a word that describes it.

TOM: Well I can!

MIKE: You can?

TOM: Why sure. [starts singing]

It’s breastakaboobical, chestakamammical,
Pendular globular fun!

MIKE: Fleshical-orbital moundular-scoopular?

TOM: Right-o, that’s the one!

CROW: Is it gluteal maximal, tushital-crackular
Bunular morning ’till night?

TOM: Well, you’re absotiglandular, fanny-fantastical,
Mastokafleshular right!

ALL: It’s an arealogical, autoerotical, toobular boobular joy,
An exposular-regional, batchical-pouchular fun for girl and boy.
A latissimal-dorsical, hung-like-a-horsical, calipyligical ball,

CROW: The most bunular-funular,

MIKE: Fruit-of-the-loomular,

CROW: Frenchical-tongular,

TOM: Wabitaboobular,

MIKE & CROW: [slowly while Tom sings next lines]

Movie of them all!

TOM: Pendular-funular, fruit-of-the-loomular,
Frenchical-tongular, wabitaboobular,
Chestaka-orbital, smorgastiboobular,
Tushita-ticular ball!

ALL: Hey!

[Gypsy enters]

GYPSY: Hey guys, how’s the movie?

ALL: [singing again]

Oh, it’s breastakaboobical, chestakamammical,
Pendular globular —

MIKE: Oh, man, we got movie sign!

The purple throat potion.

Settle in the crucible both the breath of the iron snake (being taken from him when his aspect is fire) and the Dust of Soft Elixirs, then adding the SWEET crystals (those of the first of the Five Elements) and blending until their aspects become one. To this mixture must be added two and three and five measures of the Water Stone, and (to the brim of the crucible) summon again the service of the serpent, from his aspect of biting wind. Thus is perfect the potion made, and it will satisfy the formula.

Alchemy is not, as the less benevolent factions of our Conspiracy want you to believe, the quest to turn lead into gold. Rather, the transformation of base metal into noble metal is allegorical. Alchemy and Gnosis are the same thing; the goal of the alchemist is to transform HIMSELF from base humanity into something in contact with the Gods, into a more perfect being, Illuminated, comprehending the nature of himself, both profane and divine. The formula above is one step, not towards Illumination, but towards the powerful channeling of the tension that binds us and make us less like Gods and more like Richard Nixon. In addition, the formula provides a kick in the pants to the bloodstream, followed shortly thereafter by deeper relaxation. It can also be used as an aphrodisiac, though it only works on potential lovers who are already close to Gnosis themselves. In so doing, both of you will come closer to the Goddess. The Purple Sage and the Purple Throat Potion were not named for one another, despite popular rumor. The Sage did, however, have a fondness for its effects.

Freedom.

Went to Suzy’s hearing today, and it started off bad… but the end results were good… she’s going home today, with a reinstatement of her probation. Did she learn anything from this? Nope, I don’t think so. I, however, learned that our court systems are incredibly lenient, and that odds are good that the innocent are very unlikely to be crimed for things they did not commit…. as are criminals who did do something, you really have to be able to prove that the bad guy did something. I’m not saying all of our laws are good, or even valid… but if you break the law, someone has to try very hard to get you in trouble for it. (apparently there are a lot of people trying very hard, though… look at our prisons!)

Anyhow. Suzy free (as free as probation, anyhow.)

no more collect calls from jail, or taking messages for her friends. (so called…. they wouldn’t even visit.)

I’m guessing she should be back in a cab, driving, by next Monday.

As for myself, I suppose going to the DMV, getting a new photo ID was a good thing… I can now not get bothered when cashing my check, and so on.

Talked to the brother last night. Going with him to a new gym on Sunday.. I’ll be ready for some serious working out, now that he’s joining me. I look forward to being stronger, healthier, and looking a little better than I’ve been lately.

Yipes

my emode 7 sins results

You are guilty of SLOTH. Based on your responses, we’re surprised that you even finished this test. Our guess is that you only took it as a way to get out of other, more pressing tasks. It appears that you’re probably living a life centered around avoiding work. Do your weekends consist of short excursions from beneath the warm covers of your bed? Do you consider TV Guide great literature? Although you may deem the remote control one of the great design achievements of the century, don’t forget that someone had to do a little work to invent it. Why don’t you try your luck and put a little effort into something as well? You may be surprised at what you can accomplish when you commit to something, besides napping.

According to early religious scholars, sloth destroys zeal. When we close ourselves to the vitality of life, the sleep of complacency gradually worms its way into our hearts. Responding to the zeal and energy of our inner nature should combat the deadening of our spiritual senses. The medieval Italian poet Dante Alighieri considered sloth only the fourth most deadly of all seven sins, behind pride, envy, and wrath. That ranking was based on Dante’s own love of sleeping.

7 deadly sins

Hm. Well, in evaluating my personal flaws… I’d say sloth (on the physical side) is the real winner for me, although I do dip into the Anger and Lust jars on occasion.

How aobut you folks? which of the big seven are you most guilty of?

Pride is excessive belief in one’s own abilities, that interferes with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.

Envy is the desire for others’ traits, status, abilities, or situation.

Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.

Covetousness is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Greed.

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

misc.

i just noticed I cna’t post on gigglecam’s journal any more… I wonder if that’s a new development, or If I’ve been banned or what? ::shrug:: I’ll keep reading, but I feel like the interactive element was lost.

working hard these last few days… killing my lj participation. enjoying reading, not much time for writing.

dug in, and crewed up most of my work early, and now I’m going ot take the last 2 hours of the day easy. maybe have some tasty wendy’s for supper… that’s where pix is off to, sooner or later. I’d have preferred the bell, but she’s addicted to the new chicken sammich. As she’s picking up, I’m totally cool with the wendy’s.

glad to see Tilly and froggy posting agin… was wondering where they ran off to. And it looks like mootpoint is back on a reg’lar schedule, too.. if a trifle sexy in his posts. 🙂 Now if only I could find out where janedeau and malam have busied themselfves off to.

I could do with a big hug… not sad or anything, just up for some hugging.

boom, boom, chicka-boom boom.

good day, fellow LJers! The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and someone in my parking lot lis blaring some badly transmitted bass (the musical tones, not the fish) through concrete into our office. yech.

Sending someone outside to take care of it now.

Getting prepared for visit to prison tomorrow… if her hearing goes well tomorrow, she’ll be out on friday… if it goes as expected, she’ll get 7 months, out in 5. if it goes poorly, she’ll get up to a year (one of the tickets was kicked out…) I’ll be glad when she’s out, if only to put a cap on the collect calls from jail I get…(at $2.50 minimum to start, at least 2x a day…for almost 3 weeks now… it adds up)

Ahh.. the booming has stopped. 🙂 good job, Bheesham. (the guy who told bass-man to get quiet.)

Anyhoo… to work, and some veggie dogs… maybe taco bell if I can convince Pixie next door to run and get it. 🙂

OH! Donated blood this am…I’m going to start keeping my tally here, if I remember to. (I’m officially at over 10 gallons! They gave me a nice certificate and stuff.) one of the best things about going in every 2 weeks is that you really get to know everybody, and all the keen freebies you get… for doing charity, I get tshirts, frequent flyer miles, free lunches, and the adoration of several nurses. A good gig. I highly reccomend it.

Welcome to my wall scrawls.