Loving Ned means never having to say you're
sorry;
Joy!

How Deep is Your Love for Ned?
posted by Benjamin Emerson at 9:45 PM

 
Aubrey's page is quite the memorial isn't it?
posted by Clay Emerson at 6:29 PM

 
Hello all.
I have been absent for a long time. I still don't get much computer time but since I was mooned by a scarecrow on my own page, I thought I better take immediate and decisive action. I'm going to bomb Ben! Anyone harboring Ben shall get bombed also. Ben, renounce your administrative position over this sight and you may be able to save a lot of innocent people. This damn thing does not have spell check which is akin to oxygen for me. See what repression we live under! Anybody who thinks like Ben will be blown to smithereens! By the way, Ben looks rather odd. He has that smooth as a babies behind kind of face, that Grecian nose and that grungy sort of clothing. I think I will bomb all those who look like Ben as well.
That sounds like way too much work. That would cost a lot of dough and make me rather unpopular. Hmmm.
OK, Ben, unless you want the weight of my revenge on your shoulders, you must make sure that anyone who looks like you, thinks like you or even harbors you must be sufficiently bombed by 9PM tomorrow evening. This is my last warning! Oh, and stop defacing my home !
posted by Clay Emerson at 9:47 AM

 

posted by Benjamin Emerson at 4:43 AM

 
Sorry I've been gone so long. Time has been a very hard thing to come by lately. I have not had time to read 1/10th of everyone's posts and I did not feel worthy of posting blindly. Jim however, wanted to make sure we were all still here. (Mr. Stewart, you left behind a wonderful family). I'm sure that allot of outpouring of emotions and opinions were being expressed here. I'm not going to go through a second by second account of the different feelings I've had or opinions I've held or actions I'd like to take as information and disinformation is updated and revised and denied. One's information about this travesty is decided by which time slots they are able to seek news whether it be radio, TV, friends or rumors from others who like to express their opinions. I will say that terrorist activity directed at innocent people and using innocent people is no religion. It cannot hide behind that stigma. It is and always will be an act against any god's will, derived from a pathological jealousy and caused by a psychological meltdown in the understanding of our basic needs of survival. I'm sure that even his god will be displeased.
I am appalled at the actions of the guilty but not suprised that they had thought of doing it this way. I am also very ashamed that we have grown so complacent as to not see the possibility and certainty of something like this happening especially knowing people like that exist. I am proud of our country's outpouring of donations and help but skeptical that the true selfishness of the population will reveal itself in the next few months. (esp. Monday) I hope that the freedom supporting nations of the world will ban together and wipe out terrorism completely but not by incinerating everyone in the country where it dwells.
I feel most sorry for the woman of the Taliban who are forced to live with this mentality every second of their entire lives.
posted by Clay Emerson at 10:36 AM

 
Ben,
What a lame article to post about Grandad. "this coon ass probably lost the sample or sold it to his friends." is what that article sounds like. He was a great man. If you want to post something impresive, see if you can find his biography summary in Who's Who.
I don't think it is on the web though. Or you might talk about Grandmother's curlean photography of the people incarcerated in Baker Louisiana. Sorry to rag you Ben when I'm not close enough for you to slug me or push me down the hill. Speaking of falling down the hill, every person who comes to our house for the first time asks me what that rope hanging from the tree over the ravine is for. Jimmy may have put it up there but Ben immortalized it. That is a famous shrine now and we don't have the heart to take it down. (We can't reach it either but that's beside the point) I hope you didn't get Brain Damage or anything. We still have a lovely view of the log you neatly cleaved with your skull. I should go down there and do a shot of Jim Beam to honor you. People always think big brothers beat up their little brothers. Ben did it for me and I just gloria in the reputation. That was classic though Ben.
John,
You sadistic bastard!. Good for you man. I appreciate your lightheartedness. What's all this about clothes and what makes the man and Ben starting grunge. Grunge is what definatley crawled back up the hill after Ben's first attempt at flying. You ought to get Ben to tell that story sometime. I don't think clothes make the man at all. I think women make "the man" and they just happen to dig the cats who have cool clothes. I get my clothes from goodwill and everyone seems to like them. I can't stand spending money on clothes or shoes. Not at retail prices. I see familys buying $150.00 pairs of sneakers and I just want to puke. Do you know how much beer you can buy with $150.00? Where are our principles today? I'm sure everyone spent at leat $5.00 on the Powerball tonight since the prize is just shy of $300 million. The ratings ought to beat "Who wants to be a millionare"! I was trying to buy some smokes today and the line at the speedway was practically out the door. I asked someone if the lotto was high and they all talked me into buying a ticket. The guy in front of me ordered 120 random draws, paid his money and then took his place behind 7 other people waiting for this solitary machine to catch up. I said what the hell and got a large coffee and waited also. When I win the lotto tomorrow, I'm going to fund legislation to ban this sort of moronic behavior for good! Getting back to Goodwill, Marji and the kids got me a DuoSport for my birthday. It's one of those yuppy twin seater trailers that you pull behind a bicycle. It metamorphs into an awsome stroller also. We got it and all the accesories and a cool racing helmet for Will for $43.00. I use it every other day in the evening and walk them to daycare with it 3 or 4 times aweek. Who said you gotta spend money for quality. That only works for buying people.
Anyway, got to go. Didn't have time to read everybodies post. Earnie, I hope you are still with us. Somebody tell him to say hi. He probably doesn't realize who I am.
See ya.
Clay
posted by Clay Emerson at 11:07 PM

 
Quick note:
John,
Man, don't be mad at me. I am so very sorry. I had no idea that your mom passed away. I thought you were just writing about a strange dream. I would never have written that had I known. I apologize and I appreciate you not flogging me in your next post because I probably deserved it. Sounds like Heidi was ready to do some flogging though!.
Jim S,
Bravo...Bravo...Bravo. Your observation on Washington, I agree with you 100%.
Your definition of Hoosier was better than 100 dog shit bags afire on Frank's front doorstep. Thanks.
posted by Clay Emerson at 10:31 AM