Your wasting our time Joseph. :laugh2:

If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shal...

The other day I was flipping through the channels and came across bloopers from Bill Cosby's Kids Say the Darndest Things and everytime I see the show or read quotes fromt the kids I can't help but laugh. Sometimes I wish there was an equivalent of the show for todays kids. If there were, I would pu...

Love poems don't strike the same chord for me that Love Letters do. So here's my favorite letter: The third letter from Ludwig van Beethoven to his immortal beloved Good morning, on July 7 Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting...

Theres a road between my town and the neighboring one called Harris Grade. Along it are memorials and markers of where peoples cars barreled off the edge of the cliff and they plummeted to their death. They are constant reminders of the danger of unsafe driving. It's a bit unnerving to be driving al...

Would you download your consciousness into a robot? There are, of course, a lot of factors to consider. How good is the robot? Is it more attractive/stronger/faster than you? How good are your backup systems? Will you still enjoy normal human pleasures like eating? What about sleeping? Then there's ...

Oh, I am such a fan of people watching. A couple months back I picked a friend up from LAX and while I sat and waited I saw at least four people trip over bags and no less than 20 people frantically trying to find where they were supposed to be. It hadn't occured to me until now that I was probably ...

I trip daily! Usually over uneven sidewalks, those are the worst. I noticed yesterday, this being the most frequent of awkward moments for me, when im walking and I see someone coming at me, I try to pick a side to stick to, yet somehow we end up doing that whole tango/box step thing. I can't help b...

When I was younger I would carry around Shel Silversteins "Where the Sidewalk Ends" with me and read the poems over and over. Their simple nature always brought a smile to my face. One of my favorite poems of his is this: Smart My dad gave me one dollar bill 'Cause I'm his smartest son, An...

I can't say that I have words that are irresistable to me, but there are some words that make me cringe. I couldn't tell you why but for some reason I cannot stand the word "moist". Funny but true.